#pimple map

[monamipencil]

───── “imperfections?”

               ⋆˚｡ or, in which svt appreciates your beauty.

pairings; hyung line x reader, established relationship. | a/n; this was so lovely to write. pls be kind to yourself and life is too short to worry about shallow things. love yourself, just a bit more today <3 | [check out maknae line ! ]

⋆ SEUNGCHEOL ⏤ hip dips; cheol is someone who does not care for so-called flaws. if anything, he only loves them more. would do a double-take when you say that you hate your hip dips. he rests his hands on your hips, holding you like you'd break and he looks at you softly. “see? they're molded for my hands.” he presses his lips to your forehead and stills for a moment. “you're so beautiful. don't ever doubt it.” he takes you to greek museums, pointing out that even aphrodite has hip dips. “my beautiful aphrodite,” he kisses your hips, worshipping your body.

⋆ JEONGHAN ⏤ scars, birthmarks; he has curious hands, always discovering your body and memorising the map of your skin. his fingers outline any birthmark littered on your skin, and he kisses them. same for scars and stitches. he grazes his nimble fingers along them while asking for the backstory. he listens intently, still brushing his fingers over them. if you got it in a funny way, he chuckles and shakes his head. but if not, he locks his fingers with yours, comforting you silently. jeonghan kisses your scars and birthmarks like a silent prayer against your skin and you won't ever feel inadequate.

⋆ JOSHUA ⏤ stretch marks; he never understood the hate around stretch marks anyway. soft fingers trace the lines scattered on your belly, shoulders, hips and elsewhere. it's a habit he has developed, to slip his hands under the waistband of your pants and feel the lines under his fingerprints. it's calming and it grounds him to earth, a wordless reassurance that he's ok and that you are there. a frown decorates his face as you complain about them. but he cuts you off, telling you how much he loves your marks, and he's not saying it because he has to, but because he genuinely feels that way. because he loves you for you.

⋆ JUN ⏤ smile; more than anything else he loves to make you smile and laugh. and if you try to hide your smile, he'll remove your hands and kiss your lips. if you try to tone down your laughter or laugh in a different way, he'll tickle you. jun loves you in the most authentic form. he frowns when you tell that you've never liked your smile or laughter. how could anyone hate a smile? that too, yours? he'll never understand that. he shakes his head, telling you that you look beautiful always. he loves it when you smile into kisses, to taste your happiness on his tongue, to feel your smile, to be the reason behind your laughter. his love heals your inner child.

⋆ SOONYOUNG ⏤ nose; soonyoung is filled with so much love that it pours out through his finger tips. and he can't help but boop your nose all the time. if you do something he finds adorable, he'd crush you into a hug before showing cute aggression all over your face. he pinches your nose, cradling your face and kisses the tip. but he's overcome with so much love that he doesn't really know how to contain it. he rubs his nose against yours and there's something so intimate about it to him. he will cry if you tell that you don't like your nose. and he's very passionate about proving that it is beautiful. no days pass by without his compliments and kisses.

⋆ WONWOO ⏤ acne; he has eyes for the little details. he notices any small changes too. if you get acne before your periods, he'll notice it and remind you. and it's kind of cute to him, little spots that grow on your face and when they're tinted a bit red or brown. kisses your skin, feeling the texture with his lips. and if he gets any pimples too, he'll introduce it to your pimples. he's goofy like that. stares at you like you're the night sky, connecting your acne like constellations with his fingertips and feeling like he touched the sky with his bare hands. he doesn't allow you to be insecure ever, always appreciating you no matter what. life is too short to care about small pimples anyway.

⋆ JIHOON ⏤ dark circles; whether it's by lack of sleep or genetics, he loves them. eyes are the window to the soul, and sometimes those emotions can seep out, staining the skin around your eyes. or maybe, it's a gift passed down by your ancestors. he's worried that you are not getting enough sleep but if it's normal, he finds them attractive. he caresses it under his thumb, kissing your eyes. he doesn't get why you want to hide them. why would you want to hide your moon-kissed eyes? they're beautiful, you're beautiful and you're his muse. it makes you look serene, your smoky eyes brings a calmness that only the moon could do. he writes about your eyes often, a secret serenade.

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[blckbrrybasket]

Nudeness but not in a sexual way.

In the way that you wake up next to him and feel his fingers dancing across your bare skin. Calloused dragging across yours, mapping out the marks that make you uniquely you.

Scars, moles, pimples, bruises, stretch marks, all of your beauty.

All of it is being stored away in his memory like this is the last time he’ll see you and it might be, but the world is far away now. All there is, is you. And when he’s done? He’ll pull you close to him and bury his face to your neck to remember your scent next.

No, the world could wait until he surfaces again.

[rpclefairy]

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

ATLA

Waiting on that morning sun by DustOnDaydreams

“To the Generals, Admirals, Officers, Soldiers and Sailors of the Fire Nation, Halt your advance. Pull back to your nearest military stronghold, and await further orders. Do not engage any forces unless absolutely necessary for your own defence. Put out any fires you come across. Sign it only with the full list of the Fire Lord's titles."

“Your Majesty, do you not want to put your name to the missive?” A young pimpled scribe squeaked out to the shocked silence.

“No. I want them to obey the order.”

Or Zuko's transition from child soldier to young monarch in charge of a corrupted nation

Harry Potter

The Cloak by MoonflowerMorningGlory

Harry is not going back to the Dursleys. He has been out of the cupboard for a whole year; he's not going back in. It's tricky - he doesn't really want to have to explain to anyone. But he's magic now! He has an invisibility cloak! And he's had a lot of practice lying still and pretending he doesn't exist. So he can definitely hide out and avoid being put back on the Hogwarts Express, right? Nothing can go wrong with an eleven year old by themselves for 9 weeks in a wild, magical castle, can it?

Nine Worlds

East First by fire_eyes_chica

"East first, then west and home"

Before they can settle into their well-deserved retirement, first Kip and Fitzroy need to return to the Palace of Stars for the Jubilee celebrations. It's harder than it seems.

these unfaithful hands by rattyjol

His feet were moving again, though he did not recall deciding to go anywhere. He crossed the room, past his desk, past the plinth with the asymmetrical vase, past the tapestry map and the golden nightingale in its cage. Past the terrace, where he had been pleased to break his fast with his Radiancy—only this morning? It felt a thousand years away.

He was standing before the ivory door to the inner apartments, which he had passed through only a handful of times before. His hand raised of its own accord, and the door fell open beneath it.

He became aware, with a creeping dread like tendrils up his throat, that something was terribly wrong.

The Goblin Emperor

Falling (Please Catch Me) by mabonwitch

Maia gains a wife, a lover, and a dav.

Or: "He needs affection, and closeness. He is all but starved for it, and we would see him glutted on it instead.” She raised her chin. “However that happens.”

The Imperial Salon by mabonwitch

The Imperial salon is full of marnei. Vazhik gets a firsthand look at why that might be.

Alternate Title: The Emperor's Gay Lover

the first long welcome by wizardcake

Just a few little conversations and scenes on the topic of Maia becoming, and being, a parent. Fluff with a couple shavings of angst on top for flavor and texture.

[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬)

aka. becca was inspired by her love for starface patches and wrote this in her sleep deprived state !! hope you enjoy anyway loves <33

breakouts suck.

it’s a universal fact, one you think would be impossible to argue with no matter who you are. nothing can truly make them enjoyable, per-se, but you believe you’ve found a way to bring a hint of amusement to the infuriating spots: colourful pimple patches. more specifically, ones shaped like stars that came in an array of colours for you to choose from.

gone from sight are the unwanted guests on your face, replaced by a smattering of mini yellow, purple, and pink stars that dust your forehead, chin, and nose.

another bonus? your boyfriend seems to be pretty fond of them, too.

jack is currently cuddled up to you, head resting against your chest, when he lifts his head to admire you for a moment. brows furrow, and a finger extends to poke at the star sitting on the bridge of your nose.

“i meant to ask you, baby. what are these?” he asks, voice tinged with mirth. “trying out a new look?”

you snort, swatting gently at his hand that begins to peel at one of the patches in curiosity.

half of you wants to mess with him, come up with some crazy, convoluted reasoning behind the stars gracing your face. the other part of you is far too tired to think of something right now, and to deal with his consequent onslaught of questions and excitement.

“ha ha.” your tone is dry, but your eyes give you away, soft as you look back at him. “they’re pimple patches. supposed to stop you touching them while they heal, or something like that.”

your nose scrunches a little at the explanation you provide, and jack produces an ‘ah’ of understanding.

“i like them. ‘s like your own personal little constellation,” he supplies, toothy grin stretching wider as he makes a point of lightly poking each star, tracing their pattern to map out his own galaxy.

“yeah. my own constellation,” you echo, surprised at just how sweet your voice comes out, the short word thick and syrupy like honey.

as he finally reaches the sticker sat on your chin, you part your lips and playfully nip at his finger, letting out a laugh at his disgruntled look.

“that’s for poking at them,” you declare, pressing a kiss to the pad of his finger to placate his pout. “i put them on to stop myself from messing with them, and look what happens.”

“can you blame me? sitting there looking all pretty with some colourful stars on y’face and you expect me not to touch them?”

before you can respond, jack speaks again.

“and just for the record, i’m so stealing those from you.”

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Bad habits from the 141

Ghost:

Knife tricks, he will be bored and with nothing to do and will just start flipping knives and doing shit with them no one else has seen. This has caused numerous occasions where a dumb recruit decided they could do it better than him and sliced some fingers.

Picky with how his sandwiches are made, the meat has to be on the very top unless there's provolone cheese, will take apart any premade sandwiches to change how it is placed. No one knows why, he just does it and will give no explanation.

Skin picks. If he finds something different on his arms or his hands or his neck or his face, he'll see if he can pick it off. Be it a scab or a chunk of dirt or a pimple, he'll mess with it either until it bleeds or it's gone.

Soap:

Plays with bombs??? He literally just takes explosive putty and turns it into shapes like it's Play-Doh. He's safe about it, but holy shit you can't just pull a bomb out of nowhere and hand it to someone as a joke when they ask for a wrench or something.

Will drink coffee obsessively. It doesn't really affect him all too much, but if he's got free time where he CAN have coffee, he WILL have coffee. He can go to sleep right after coffee and be ok, but he can also "accidentally" drink like 20 cups in a day because he's bored. He has stomach issues very often when he does this ofc but it doesn't stop him.

Bites his nails. Will go at a nail until it bleeds, particularly when he's nervous or bored. He keeps himself occupied drawing or journaling just to avoid going to town on his nails.

Gaz:

Lays in bed all day when he has nothing to do. Literally will wait until the last second to go to the bathroom during these times and won't move except for that and for getting into more comfy positions. He has a snack stash that literally no one can find in his room, so he doesn't even need to leave for food, he just sits and lays there watching stuff and doom scrolling on his phone.

Eats salads one ingredient at a time. Will find every piece of lettuce in the salad and eat it and then go on to the next ingredient. He thinks this is how salads are meant to be eaten. He doesn't even separate the ingredients, he just picks them out around the other stuff, even when it's got dressing on it.

Listens to music obsessively. Will sit in the most serious meetings with one earbud in, somehow hidden, and listen to the music while passively taking in the information unless it's a super serious meeting. If it's a cut-and-dry "get in, get out" or information grab, he gives no shits and simply watches what's being projected for them to see (maps, details, plans, etc.)

Price:

Smoking ofc, but what a lot don't know is that he went from cigarettes to cigars in his early 20s and still slips onto cigarettes sometimes when he's super stressed. It tastes different and wakes him up whereas cigars are heavy smoke and calm him down.

If he's got mashed potatoes of any sort, they HAVE to be mixed with vegetables, he refuses to eat them otherwise. It's not a bad habit perse, but his refusal to even look at mashed potatoes unless there's a vegetable such as peas or corn makes it a stubborn issue no one in the world can change his mind on. If he gets an MRE with mashed potatoes and no vegetables, he'll either negotiate getting someone else's vegetables or simply give them the mashed potatoes.

Picks at his nails. Thinks it's gross to bite at them, but they get chipped and bother him by snagging on things so he'll pick at the inconsistency and make it worse then keep picking. Ghost gets him a small nail file he can put in his phone case to keep with him so he doesn't need to continue getting frustrated at his nails.

Laswell:

Doesn't sleep. Will get maybe 4-5 hours out of a day and will stay up for hours in the middle of the night because she's following a lead or researching something that caught her attention 5 days ago.

Refuses root vegetables and will fight someone if she finds one in her food. Again, not much of a bad habit, but the fighting is. Once threw down at a family gathering because someone (a particularly stubborn aunt who hated this habit) snuck a cut-up carrot in her food and only her food. She was 16.

Reorganizes her desk and office once a week. You wouldn't think this would be a problem or even a bad habit until you realize she puts stuff in such different locations each time that she can't shit. She never learns from this and jokes that it makes her life more fun when she finds the stapler actually under the desk.

[comatosebunny09]

“wanna touch you,” he rasps into the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. reach behind to hook a hand around his neck, drawing him closer into the feverishness of your skin.

he ignores the drone of the television in favor of the hitch of your breath—in favor of the goose pimples igniting across your flesh. no point in asking permission, for his hands are already on a mission. mapping out the contours of your waist, big, hot, and heavy. fingertips skating along the rim of your bra. he isn’t sure why you bothered wearing this damn thing. it’ll be off and lost in the abyss below his couch very soon.

you giggle something cute and hoarse as he roots his nose against the sensitive space behind your lobe. and he’s smiling and chuckling alongside you, the air thick with lust and heady things. can’t help himself, the bulk of his palms smoothing over your breasts and squeezing. the lace covering your puckering nips no doubt amplifies the vibration of his nails skating over them. and you arch so pretty for him, your lashes fluttering and your lips parting with a whisper of a whine. he wants to taste you. wants to play with you.

“wanna fuck you,” he adds as he kneads your tits together in purposeful, unhurried arcs. bites his lip, another rumble of laughter leaving his throat. doesn’t miss how your thighs clamp together, how you squirm, and how you drag his mouth closer so he can nip at your neck, all open-mouthed and burning. you’re so fucking cute, it hurts. makes his dick hiccup in his sweats while pre-spend stipples them dark grey.

your body moves like slugging waves crashing along the surf, and his hands move southward. down, down into the elastic lip of your sweats in search of that warmth that lies beneath. and he finds it with laser precision, a thick palm cupping your muff. and it radiates sex, and he can’t help the little appreciative groan he lets out because fuck, he wants to be here so bad.

[your-productivity-girlie]

acne tips...

avoid touching your pimples/blemishes: this irritates the area and causes it to stay longer

find out the cause of your acne, whether it is hormonal or something else: figuring out the cause of your acne is important because then you can treat it better. if your acne is the cause of lack of sleep, you should sleep more. here is a acne face map:

wash your face regularly: this should be a must! wash your face two times a day, morning+night. people with dry skin can skip the morning wash if it irritates their skin, but to keep your skin healthy you need to wash away the gunk. however, be careful not to overwash, which strips away the natural oils and tells your body to create even MORE oils. this results in more acne.

avoid oil-based products: acne is created by oily skin, so adding more excess oil to the skin can clog pores. stick with water-based products instead.

get good sleep: sleep is important to heal your acne, but be careful with pillowcases. make sure to change them regularly to reduce dirty particles sticking to your face. silk pillowcases are really good for your skin and hair, and keeps your skincare actually on your skin. it however, is not something you need; changing your pillowcases will suffice.

have a good weekend~ ✨☁️

⏾⋆lune⋆⏾

[britcision]

Do you ever get the feeling that your pimples are intentionally mapping out the parts of your body where you can’t easily reach to check up on or spot clean them?

Cuz it’s Big Bedtime Congestion Hours and having to sleep every night with the vaporub always causes breakouts all over my chest but they’re being vindictive right now

Like the only place on my body that I can’t easily get both hands to is the back of my shoulders (I’m hyperextensive, it’s bad) and GUESS where I have like six huge and super sore pimples popping up

Right on the fucking shoulder blade

There is NO way I got the vaporub there?? I think???

(Front of shoulders I’ll grant you, there’s some migration but not that much)

[breadboylovin]

4, 8, 17, 32, 38 for the ask game :)

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

my sister (@dwarfplanet-eris follow her shes awesome) once tried to trick me into believing that in every 3d mario game mario has a pimple under his hat because of a modeling error or something. i believed it for like 5 seconds and now every time she tries to trick me again im like 'youre pulling another mario's pimple on me i'm not doing this'

8. any reoccurring dreams?

ummmm idk honestly... the only "reoccurring" dreams i get are stress ones i think. when i was in high school it was always about missing the bus but now i am in college with a car so instead my stress dreams are about randomly being shirtless in public places OR spending an insane amount of money. i will say a really funny one i just had two nights ago was when i was getting freaked out about car maintenance so i had a dream where my car and license were revoked but my dream couldn't come up with a good reason for it so it was like 'yeah you made too many weird tumblr posts about youtubers we gotta take this away from you'

17. name 3 things that make you happy

seeing a cool bird. im near the rocky mountains for the summer after living in flat ass florida for my whole life so seeing mountains. and big ass burritos

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

4 (this one, the post with these questions on it, website of the state park im probably gonna go to after answering these, and google maps). having too many tabs open makes me feel crazayyyyyy

38. fave song at the moment?

underscores - My guy (Corporate shuffle) THIS SHIT ROCKS!!!!!!!!!! also mad at me from the scrapyard c sides it was stuck in my head all day at work on friday and its crazy that it didnt make it to the final mixtape release...

(from this ask game)

[bloodsadx]

artist / habit / samurai / monk / lover / rockstar / athlete / gambler

pimple’s job line up from the manifesto rpg stuff i did in 2021. i think these designs are really funny now. the gambler one is based on the lady luck dress sphere from FFX2. if there was a truly canon pimple job selection i think the one she would choose is samurai. i made like a really elaborate spreadsheet planning their abilities and level structure and like how sharing abilities would work in a sort of ff5-ish/bravely default type of way. i also planned a bunch of toenail classes but i dont think i ever got around to drawing them because i pivoted pretty hard to trying to sort out numbers / learn some code around the time i finished making the sheets for pimple’s classes. my idea at the time had been that if i made some elaborate map mockups on twitter then the adage of “if you build it they will come” would magically universally attract some sort of hypothetical person i could pay some kind of wage to code javascript for me but after a lot of complaining on twitter 0 people expressed interest in that for me etc. then naturally i tried to learn javascript myself. then naturally i realized my bank account was rapidly depleting so i decided to start making clothing seriously and professionally so that if somebody did theoretically want to be paid by me to code rpgmaker classes for me i would actually be able to pay them with real, untheoretical money. but then it turns out making clothing professionally and seriously takes up all of your time and advertising that all the time makes people forget u were trying to make a game. and then you also forget you were trying to make a game. and then 2 years of your life have passed

[bh-writingdump]

What could be causing this? It can’t be Crest’s magic. Could it? Wouldn’t have the wolf’s tongue have wiped all traces of it. You could still feel their saliva trickling from your cunt.

It had to be something else. What else could’ve Crest done? He… he put something up there… Th eggs, he said they’d kill you by daybreak didn’t he… is this how?

The cool sponge material presses into your cheek. Despite the pleasant tingle it produces on your aching cheek, you can’t help but reach for your cunt. It burns and aches like before. Something thick and slimy oozes out of it. It comes back a murky purple. You’d rather not think of how much it covers you.

How long until your next episode Would you even survive this time?

Your throat closes up as you struggle to breathe. If it weren’t for decades of training beneath your father. Broken leg, illness, mid-breakdown, maybe you would’ve given up there like you had hours before. his monotone voice echoes through your head, “again.”

It’s all you need to drag yourself onto your belly. Away from the comfortable bed. It’s too bright outside the dank cave to tell you much but outside is outside. The cold spring air sends goose pimples all over your skin. You shiver hard.

With your vision still blurry form sleep, you don’t realize what you’re passing until it breathes on you. You freeze. Listening to what sounded like the wind before, actually is something sleeping.

Your body screams to run. You bite down on your lip until it bleeds. Your better than that. all you got to do is wait it out. You wait there for what feels like an eternity.       

Wolf sleeping no more than a few inches from you. just ass you get your wits about you hear sniffing. You lie perfectly still as they sniff from your rear to your feet. Unlike the day before, you realize your whole body is exposed. Their steaming nose presses between your thighs.

Don’tmovedon’tmovedon’tmove—

They growl, deep and like it was personally offending them. Your body reacts before you can stop, crawling in a mad dash. All you can see is the light at the end of the tunnel. So close. Just as you reach the grass, a weight falls on your back. you cry out as razor sharp claws dig into your flesh.

Flash of images of your rear fill your vision. Some reality of purple ooze gushing out between your legs. in others, it’s covered in blood and bruises. Your begging cries echoing from other memories. Then one you don’t recognize of you with half your face covered in bruises like some topography map, begging for death.

Something thick and warm slides between your thighs. You shudder as you try to keep quiet. Clearly, they aren’t awake. You can’t escape it but if you can transmit an image to trick it into thinking something benign, you could run away.

Another pass of its tongue grazes the burns on your cunt and belly but also clouds your mind. you nearly moan as you force back the arousal. You imagine yourself running on healthy legs far into the forest from the wolf’s perspective. Getting further and further away until you disappear in the underbrush.

By the third time you repeat it, they shift. Panic swelling tightly as they look to you, then the forest. Images of an empty forest reflecting back.

You imagine yourself screaming, blood curdlingly so finally, they rush into the forest.

Covered in saliva, gain. You drag yourself far as you can just to sit outside the cave. Any further you’d lose yourself in the flickering panic the wolf’s soul keeps transmitting to yours.

It’s forlorned howls filling the forest.

You check yourself again. the sludge leaking from your cunt’s thinning out. you can’t feel the cramps either but static dances along your skin, making your hairs stand on end. It wouldn’t be long until the shocks are back.

If you stay here, the wolf may decide your better meal than a chew toy. On the other hand, the aches in your stomach had only gotten worse, running you hand over the swollen surface, you realize it’s not from bruises. It’s uneven, like you’ve got something filling your stomach.

As you do, the foreign objects glow an eerie green yellow. You press into them, watching them flicker and glow as they bounce into each other, like watching someone scoop calamari.

You want to shout and curse but the wolf may hear it.

This could be worse. The eggs could be hatching and you’d be dead. You can fix this.

Another ache spread across your stomach. One of the eggs swell so large it’s the size of a baseball now. you feel the disgusting thing shove another egg out of place. It pops into your cunt with enough force you fish out its smaller compatriot. It didn’t burn so bad touching your cunt.

Seeing the egg on the other hand.. beneath the moon, its yellow shimmer grows brighter. Within, you spy a grey worm wriggling against its bloated egg sack. A tiny inverted heart positioned in what would be its chest.

Pitch the thing as hard as you can. It hits a nearby tree, bursting like a water balloon. If only you had da wire hanger. Or… some leverage. If you could beat them out. you crawl along the wall to nearby boulder. Lifting yourself off the ground as far as you can, you arch your back and lam back into it. grunting as you knock all the air out of you, nearly puking.

You try again and again, only feeling a single egg emerge back in your canal, none popped. In fact, more joined, swelling your belly further.

Your already exhausted. There’s sure to be thirty more. shocks run aong your left arm, spazzing it out. forcing you to lift yourself with one arm.

It’s then you hear a growl from behind you.

“Shit.” You gasp, feeling it smell between your legs. with a shudder, you glance down, watching it poke at the egg with its muzzle before growling. You stare at it a long while, hand on your twitching belly, how it gurgles or maybe you’re managing it. “Guess I won’t be your chew toy for long after all.

The wolf’s eye lights contract into pinpricks.

You roll your eyes as worry and panic resonates through your soul. “Oh cry me a river.” You limp b ack toward the forest. You got a step or two before they lightly clamp down on your arm. Not hard enough to do more than scratch the skin but if you fight, it would tear into you.

Flashing visions of their tongue between your legs, the feeling of it winding it’s way up you, leaving you breathless. You feel between your legs. nothing’s there but you still felt the wolf’s tongue, your tongue moving through narrow canals until it reaches a dead end, filled with eggs. Pricking the delicate surface, they pop easily. As the wolf pulls out, so doesn’t’ your stomach deflate. A horny satisfaction fills the wolf as images of them licking and cleaning up every part of you fill your head.

“Enough.” You croak.

The vision lapses, you’re staring back into the canine’s gaze. Eager and waiting for something. “You think you can get them out.” It stares dumbly back, licking at its chops. You take a cautious step back. “No, you have to---” Wait, you need to do the thing. But.. if its to understand, you’ll have to envision every detail down to the fucking to get the eggs out. One that doesn’t potentially end with you getting eaten.

You imagine yourself holding your thighs open as their tongue burrow into you. No reaction from you but looking away once leaned the eggs out. the wolf and you walk separate ways.

No sooner had you finished, the wolf growls in warning. You see yourself wandering the forest alone. No clothes, your belly aching, weak from starvation, a cougar stalks you. its muscular shoulders shifting slowly, not needing to run to catch up too you. Just waiting for you to drop.

You drop to the earth. It felt so real. You’d be fine. you’d get away.

Another vision takes over. this time you find food. A shadow comes over you. You look up to find a giant harpy clawing at you. You imagine yourself running but no matter how hard you run it gets you. tearing you apart, over and over again.

The visions don’t stop there.

Starvation.

Dehydration.

Then more predators. The wolf must’ve cycled through a dozen predators before you fell. You imagine a wall around yourself. Something nobody could get through. You watch as hundreds of those harpy skeletons descend on your head, hammering at, a spiderweb of cracks cover it. only for a wolf to burst out from nowhere. Mot of the harpies flee but those who don’t, the wolf gobbles up.

The wolf waits at your feet. Lying in wait until the next predator comes

Crest.

A horrid terror grips you so hard you try to make a dozen shields thick but nothing enough. He easily steps though. You back up into the stone wall. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you stare in horror.

You didn’t see what happened next thing you know, a big boney face presses into yours. Its breathing calming slow from your frantic gasps. You try to claw away. your body screams. “HE’S COMING!”

But the wolf remains, nuzzling away the nightmare. Not pushing. Just being there. Even as the tremors grow, it whines but doesn’t move.  you cling to yourself, trying to get under control, trying to make the awful feeling stop but all you can see is him. His hands around your neck, fucking you, putting things in you while you slept. You scream. So loud your ears ring as you hold yourself.

All of a sudden, you don’t feel your body. Dry grass fills your vision. It drifts in the breeze, interspersed with lupine, Indian paint brush, tiger lily, and all manner of daisies. Besides you, you see a skeleton humanoid with a canine skull for a head. they sit beside you, watchful of the rolling grain. The reassuring weight of their hand on your shoulder eases your racing heart.

For a split second, you see yourself through their eyes. smiling tiredly up at him. wrinkles worried into your skin at the edges but less pronounced than they are in reality.

Then you’re staring from yourself again. it isn’t reality. Our mind knows but your body refuses to listen. Some part of you stays, resting against his shoulder, watching some buzzard circle a distant carcass. The warm wind kisses your cheek like an old friend.

When the skeleton’s hand moves  to pull you against them, you realize you feel safe enough to close your eyes. When you do, it’s like opening them again.

Your sprawled out over his snout, face buried between their eyes. you shudder, pulling back but as soon as you break contact, the overwhelming dreadful panic returns. Even knowing the pain in your body regardless, you latch back on.

Your mind wonders. They’ll eat you anyway. why does it matter? You must’ve though tit too hard since another vision hits you, brief of them spitting you out.

“You’ll get bored.”

But looking up at them, you don’t see that hunger like before. Camly watching you, eyes half lidded, yet their eye lights sharp.

Tentatively, you try again. Imagining yourself from the wolf’s perspective slowly spreading your cunt’s lips still pensive, like they’d breath on you wrong and break you. The wolf gradually lowers themselves., lapping, watching, when you tense slapping the ground, they pause, nod, they go.

Gradually, the wolf works themselves into you lots of saliva, springing all the while. once the eggs get dispatched, they move just as slow before resting beside you. you pat their nose.

You feel something uncoil in your chest, stronger than usual.

You reach for your cunt, spreading it. They suddenly dive, you slam your legs shut, growling back. “HEEL.”

They whine, but back up, licking your feet.

You imagine it again.

This time, they move slower.

You shiver as their hot breath rolls over your cunt. You claw into the soft earth, grabbing a stick to gnaw on.

Nothing happens, long enough you look up to se them watching you.

Were they waiting? You nod.

They duck down, slowly lapping at your cunt. You bite down harder on the stick, clawing into the ground as you r whole body trembles, fighting the desire to give into it. Thankfully, they don’t take long. it’s not as thick as you remember. Glancing down, you shudder seeing Wolf’s rosy tongue split into three. Two holding open your cunt while another working its way inside. Despite being smaller, it’s still thicker than the highest dick you’ve taken. You gasp as it presses into your cunt’s lips. you try to relax. Thankfully, you don’t have to. With all the saliva constantly sluffing off, it’s enough to slip inside.

It squeezes in like a rat into a tiny hole, expanding further in and amn, with every thrust, saliva gushes down your ass more than you remember.

Oh fuck.. this was a bad idea.

Worry pulses through your soul. a vision grips you of wolf pulling out.

“Don’t’ you dare.” You snarl.

They start to. You imagine them thrusting hard back in, focusing on popping the eggs.

Nothing happens for an agonizing few seconds, you wonder if they’d prefer eating you filled with eggs.

You don’t have much time to think about it as those tongue work into you. one curling around your clit while the other stuffing your cunt like a plush. You shudder, tears brought to your eyes.

All of a sudden, it stops. The panic of being torn apart drops to manageable levels. A worrying intent pulses through you.

You nod.

The worry still there but it keeps going. By the end, you watch as a rosy tongue glows in your bell. It’s slender as if it had to stretch itself thin to get there. the baseball size eggs bounce around each other.

The first one deflates make you sigh but the more that pop, the more you wonder how all this foul magic would get out. you must’ve envisioned it for the wolf again since a vision came back of wolf’s tongues pumping you full of saliva until all of the egg’s juices were flushed out.

You can’t help but laugh. It’s the they start to pull out. you can help the appreciative moan as the suction pulls at you. You watch your stomach rapidly shrink. Gallons of egg juice slip out of you. Only a single egg left in your belly. a little indentation.

Too tired, you don’t’ get a chance to think as they lick your ass. So much so your ass comes off the ground. You gasp as all of a sudden the slender tongue wriggles up your cunt.

You shoot up, babbling. “En-fmmm,” You groan as English fails you. It wriggles teasingly as another tongue curls around your clit. You can barely think as the two work their magic on you. The egg in your belly somehow misses the tongue whipping around. the more its up there, the more ruby red saliva is pumped into you. You’re stomach swells slightly but more you feel it cascade down your legs. you groan at the fullness, attempting too get up only to flop onto their snout. You feel something rushing down only to come back up.

Leading the wolf’s thrusting more rapidly in and out to get it. it’s all you can do to ride it. “wolf.. pwease, not.. too… fast.” You groan like a bitch in heat.

It’d never felt so painless with so much lubricant, even his thicker tongues easily slide in and out of you. Your ass bouncing on the ground as it pumps you full of juices until your sure that the egg as escaped again.

By this point, your well past stimulation. Your body throbbing tensing hard as you groan. The tongue’s pause, the wolf’s eyes widen as they extract themselves from you. hard given how hard you’re holding on. Only once your cunt let go, are you able to set them free. You giggles as you crash onto your back. “heh. think ya. m… broke me.. hahah..” your eyes slide open and shut. Your body so much, your amazed you don’t’ slip between his teeth where he picks you up. All the while saliva and egg juice spirting out of you like an over shaken soda. When you hit the moss, you curl into it. Wolf presses themselves to you.

Your stomach, sending another chaotic gushing spray out. you groan, by the end, you’re curled up against them. Their ectoflesh pushing against your cheek as they pull you toward their belly. “I got.. stuff…” You babble, trying to get up only for another arm to covered in warm ectoflesh until it surrounds you. You sigh, been awhile since you were warm as you doze off in a peaceful sleep.

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[russnightlife]

For those who need it: a full list of every name in Toast of London. Credit here:

Full list of character names from the Toast of London Universe:

Steven Toast

Jane Plough

Ray Purchase

Kenton Schweppes

Ed Hauser Black

Goodhouse

Cliff Promise

Clem Fandango

Kikini Bamalam

Beezuz Fafoon

Susan Random

Jemima Gina

Kika Brite

Acker Herron

Greta Cargo

Royce Coolidge

Mr Fasili

Ellen Toast

Mick Carriage

Howard Bugawitz

Martin Aynuss

Senna Poddington

Ricky Seasack

Derek Sibling

Danny Bear

Portia De Coogan

Thomas Ledger

Strawberry Wrathbone

Lord Fotheringham

Toby Hopkinson-Finch

Blair Toast

Commander Scott Gorham

Russel House

Chris Bread

Roy Highnock

Sookie Houseboat

Brooke Hooberman

Yvonne Wryly

Kate Kahn

Hamilton Meathouse

Poshdong Mingemuncher

Nick Swivney

Wendy Nook

Linda Praise

Warren Organ

Thumper

Lola

Paige

Ruby

Norris Flipjack

Duncan Clench

Bob Fennison

Mr. Cockatip

Ken Suggestion

Penny Traitor

Dennis Thwaits

Betty Pimples

Axel Jacklin

Basil Jet

Parker Pipe

Kerry Hammersnag

Sterling Porridge

Max Gland

Lindy Makehouse

Colin Skittles

Jackie Paper

Honeysuckle

Francis Bacon

Lorna Wynde

Una Length

Rob Continental

Sue Pressure

Peggy Plywood

Scott Chesnut

Penvelope

Rupert Howser Black

Col. Gonville Toast

Clancy Moped

Vic Titball

Pookie Hook

Bob Monkhouse

Larry Muggins

Dennis Fog

Derek Bildings

Shane Fulorgy

Frank Zammer

Ormand Sacker

Varity Map

Bill Purchase

Tony Excalibur

Champion House

Cocker Boo

Michael Prance

Church Weaver

Heathcote Pursuit

Kay Tightneck

Iqbal Achieve

Basil Watchfair

Nan Slack

Peanut Whistle

Dick Weerdly

Sal Commotion

Giuseppe Race

Howard Blackcap

Daz Klondike

Kai

Sola Mirrornek

Sue Pepkins

Neil Doobla-Decca

Des Wigwam

Dr Harold Shitman

Les Tipi

Chris Marquee

Rob Scouthut

Russ Nightlife

Kenny Ethnic

Hercule Razamataz

Ray Sober

Romley Compton

Dwight Difference

Billy Tarzana

Nina Armenian

Edward Fox

Shepherd Jerbîl

Professor Map

Sonny Sam Disco

Weech Beacon

Liberty Jerbil

Ben Egyptian

Jennifyer Madraass

Snorky

Will Willis

Phyllis Willis

Carmen

Richard Chickentoss

Hoop Kaaak

Ms Wisehunt

Mrs Greenflash

Bellender Bojangles

Barney

Hayley

Blondie

Gypsy

Old Timer Bill

Wildcat Lil

Doc Brown

Rusty Halloween

Agent Saucepan

Sorry Johnson

Wallace

Kelsey Perfume

Frank Succession

Tycoon Lancaster

Jesus Bond

August Burdock

Clint Legal

Tony Fabrizio

Hawk Fahrenheit

Mews Frumpty

Frank Forfolk

Chelsea Bladdersby

Oswald Mosley

Kate Lethargy

Fancy Alexander

Dinky Critenbers

Pig Shovely

Billy Stylish

Sir Norman Brocktight

Basil Stillborn

Kimberly Banana

DI Leonard Chaffich

Una Stubbs

Surely Residue

Warren Organ

Hissy Oversight

Ms. Crawshaft

Merrody Ferrybank

Allan Chance

Doug Birka

Martin Shore

Lolly Badcock

Jill Quear

Vigo Typhoon

Danny Laroux

Cool Black

S’en hammerstad

Gerald Selfish

Peter Nose

David Geurring

Haneth khorishi

Baz Ravish

Enty Strepsils

Comma Dora Green

Vaginta Staples

Aalan Aadams

Harvey Motel

Peter Thatchelwaite

Ryslip Tyres Dot Com

Donald Suckling

Stuart Pringle

Susan Bench

Cliff Stalways

Billy Sprayman

Trevor McGuelish

Earnest Gangly

Sydney Shipton

Barry Bouffant

Drayton Curfew

Septum Crowbar

Dick Circus

Liz Pulp

Rob Darby

Vanessa Fence

Vince Kendal

Mac Darby

Sally Joint

Welk Ashby

Maggie Gail

David Hammod

Leo Seer

Kit Blackcheek

Jackie Kak

Howard Tissue

Albert Eichborn

Peter Swaff

Rob Bonnet

Perry Bluehouse

Lee Bacon

Connie Sheik

Cliff Bonanza

Rula Bingo

Oliver Whasson

Watkins Winchester

Warwick Kineer

Ruth Lingum

Adam Haalal

Lionel Harshmaker

Gary the Plumber

Royce

[dailyjimmybuffett]

God's Own Drunk

Well, like I explained to you all before I ain't no drinking man I tried it once and it got me highly irregular And I swore I'd never do it again But I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up and watch his still While he went in to town to vote It was right up on the mountain Where the map said it would be Friends, let me tell you one thing Though it wasn't no ordinary still It stood up on that mountainside Like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shining on the cool clear evening God's little lanterns twinkling on and off in the heavens Like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinking' man But temptation got the best of me And I took a slash That yella whiskey running down my throat Like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash Took another 'n another 'n another 'n For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit And commenced to getting hot flashes Goose pimples was running up and down my body And a feeling came over me Like something I'd never experienced before It was like, like I was in love In love for the first time, with anything that moved Animate, inanimate it didn't matter It's like there's a great neon sign flashing on n off in my brain saying "Jimmy Buffett, there's a great day a coming!" 'Cause I was drunk I wasn't knee crawling, slip sliding, Reggie Youngin Commode hugging drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man And that's when I first saw the bear He was a Kodiak-looking fella 'bout nineteen-feet tall He rambled up over the hill Expecting me to do one of two things Flip or fly, I didn't do either one It hung him up

He started sniffing around my body trying to smell fear But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'Cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man It hung him up He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes Was a lot redder than his was It hung him up

So I approached him, I said, "Mr. Bear I love every hair on your twenty-seven acre body I know you got a lot a friends over there On the other side of the hill There's ole Rare Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Bear Really Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear I want you to go back over there tonight And tell them I'm feeling right You tell them I love each and everyone of them Like a brother and a sister. But if they give me any trouble tonight I'm gonna run every goddamn one of them off the hill!"

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think Neither did I but being charitable and cautious Well hell, I approached him again I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord We're both beasts when it comes right down to it"

"So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy Bear" So I took ole Buddy Bear by his island size paw And I led him over to the still He's a sniffing around that thing 'Cause he's smelling something good I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water He downed it up right Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sipping sarsaparilla in the moonlight I gave him another 'n another 'n another 'n For I knew it he downed eight of them And commenced to doing the bear dance Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt It was so simple, like the jitter bug It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside And I laid down and went to sleep Slept for four hours and dreamt me some tremulous dreams When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon Shining on the clear cool evening

God's little lanterns twinkling on and off in the heavens My buddy the bear was a-missing Want to know something else friends and neighbors? So was that still

[mobiused]

did you see what hyeju said on fromm?

: Lately I've caught the sun a lot

: so I bought this to go back to how it was before

: its good

: Feels like my face got a little clearer

some translators notes here,

타다 and 그을다 are two words for "to tan" that have somewhat different connotations. Both definitely are used to mean "tan", but 타다 the word Hyeju used has the root meaning of "to burn" so it's slightly more akin to sunburn - they can be used interchangeably. 그을다 has the root meaning of "to become blackened" which is specifically about skin color darkening. The concept of tanning in Korea compared to in English doesn't map over in a clear cut way. But she isn't really talking about her skin getting darker.

Hyeju's use of "clear" (맑다) is exclusively about her acne/pimples and nothing to do with skin color. Hyeju has spoken before about how catching a tan doesn't matter that much to her, and she only cares about avoiding aging from sunburn - brightening products are not the same as whitening products.

With this context feel free to make up your mind on how you feel about what she said.

[visiblenostalgia]

SATURN NEPTUNE 25-26 0° ARIES CHANNELED MESSAGES AND IMAGES

And because it’s Aries energy, some of this stuff is going to be hitting VERY hard. I recommend taking what resonates at your own discretion. Do not come for me for whatever I channel. This is simply what’s coming through. If you don’t like it, skip this post.

All of it after the cut.

🔥

“Back to basics—truthfully”

“Emotions can make you realize, but sitting around and clicking doesn’t.”

“Be absolutely honest with yourself. They (your opps) aren’t your own mind.”

Clown — Koяn

Blind — Koяn

A new cycle regarding our connections to media and power.

Perceived worse than expected.

Dynamic shift* (younger populous of Gen Z taking their strides to better positions — people are gonna be REALLY ANGRY with some of the notable ones that erupt from the generation. Some Zedders are gonna be triggered at their own kin. Lotta ties being cut. Lotta friendships are gonna die out for the sake of this rage. All of this interconnectedness of Neptune in Pisces via an “ocean of water” turns into an “ocean of kerosine”. Then Aries hits and it’s all about quick paced running type energy.

More:

Societal (Neptune) standards in our current time are all about being soft and caring. But with all the constant stress from our current times to do so (and with the government seizing control of that and using it for their own purposes), there’s gonna be a calling for forfeit soft language and safe approaches. Things are gonna go in a more assertive way.

I do feel though with Neptune also ruling drugs but with Aries having tough impulse control, recreational weed MIGHT be regulated a teensy bit more as people start to carve a more individualistic and non-victimizing lifestyle.

Go on, feel that Aries energy that make you wanna block me. I don’t care. 🤷‍♀️

(Controversial take but it’s what’s coming through idc at this point so take it with salt….the spirits wanted to say it okay?!) Slacktivism ≠ Activism

Fighting for your individual reality.

Let’s get moving! 💃

Learning to be your own best boss.

Not giving in to anyone’s bullshit.

Baby steps.

Don’t overdo it at first.

It may feel like you wanna rush but don’t pull a calf muscle/ tendon when you’re just getting started.

Those who aren’t honest with their authentic self most days will get a reality check. Forewarning you.

Pimples and acne are beauty marks of the wilder version of you.

Blemishes are the beauty marks of the relaxed.

Proud to be a star mapped face.

The transit also specified that coarse language will also continue to be more accepted but watched in its context.

Say what you mean and mean what you say. Just don’t be hateful and prideful of yourself when doing so.

Neptune also rules aesthetics like Venus does. Cause it’s in Aries, these are the vibes I’m picking up:

Credit to Pinterest for these