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[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

[heeheeswifey]

policeman!jake headcannons

MDNI!!

Who knew getting a ticket could be worth so much..

policeman!jake who pulled you over because you were speeding.

policeman!jake who wanted to fuck you right after seeing your pretty face.

policeman!jake who asked you to show him the trunk of your car just to get a good look at your body.

policeman!jake who knew he was not supposed to do it, yet he wanted a taste of the forbidden fruit.

policeman!jake who purposefully kept rubbing against your ass.

policeman!jake who saw your pretty lips, imagining how they would look like wrapped around his cock.

policeman!jake who thought you were so, so oblivious.

policeman!jake who knew that you were just a broke college student..

policeman!jake who wrote you a ticket, with an extra fee of 500 dollars...how were you supposed to pay that.?

policeman!jake who smiled right as he heard the words 'ill do anything!' come out of your pretty mouth.

policeman!jake who put you in handcuffs planning to just fuck you with them on.

policeman!jake who didn't know that maybe you wanted him just as bad..

"me-mmnhf- hnngh~" broken moans come out of your mouth like a song, as you were now on your knees, giving a police officer head. Slowly pulling your head from his cock, you lock eyes with him, as you slobbered spit all over his aching cock. " Am I doing good, sir?" you ask him, voice raspy. "y-yeah... shit- your doing real' good baby.." he says, caressing your head softly. "are you g'nna cum in my mouf- sirr?~" you babble, deepthroating his thick cock, tears streaming down your face. "n-no, I'm g'nna cum in your pussy.." he states, pulling you up on the hood of your car. "I'll fill you up real good." he finishes, pulling your little shorts down with your panties, dragging a finger down your pulsing slit. "j-just put it in- aah!~ please...sir!" You whine, pushing your hips against his fingers. not a moment was wasted as he bullied his big cock into your cunt, veiny hands kneading your ass. "y're so tight... can't you calm down little girl..!" He grunts, moving his cock in and out of your pussy. "sir~ aahn! Ts' too bigg-!" you mewl, clenching down on his cock repeatedly. drool was dripping out of your mouth as your wrists started to ache, the handcuffs dangling with every harsh thrust. "you fucked- detective sunghoon aswell right? You little slut.." he questions, positioning your back into a deeper arch. taking his fingers into his mouth, jaeyun spat all over them, zigzagging them on your poor clit. "m'sorry..! Wont- happen again!~" you moan, hips stuttering repeatedly as he slapped your abused clit. "Want me to fill you up?- make you forget all 'bout him, baby?" He offers, pelvis slamming against your ass like a broken record. "fill you up- so fucking hard..you can't walk straight!" he says, teasingly. "oh fuck!~ sir- I'm gonna cummm- cumcumcum!" You mewl desperately, eyes rolling back into your head as a dumb smile painted your face. "yeah? are y'gnna cum all over me, slut?" He says, sticking his tongue out, spitting on your cunt from behind. "shit- oh fuuuckk!" you slur out, creaming all over his cock. "wan' me to cum in your cunt, baby?" He asks, not wasting a second as he empties his load inside of your pussy. Why bother even asking. slowly pulling out, he admires your pussy before fixing his clothes and taking your handcuffs off, writing something and sticking it onto your car. "Next time you want a good fuck, call me and don't go to sunghoon." oh boy, what have you gotten yourself into..

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[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can"

(Part 5)

1610!Miles x Jaleel (ooh shiiit)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cursing, Use of N-word, Tumblr took away the yellow writing so now Jaleel is just the same as reader 😭, google translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: 'NEW MAGIC WAND' By Tyler, The Creator

Summary: You left your jacket at your ex-boyfriend's apartment, and after a conversation that let him know he needed to, Miles grabs it for you. But just how smoothly can it go when your ex is still trying to reconcile with you?

Prev: Miles walks away from the you, smirking slightly from the exciting news he received. But, there was still something plaguing his mind. He couldn't have his girl's jacket at another man's house! You wanted the jacket back, and with God as his witness, he was gonna get you everything you wanted.

''I guess I'm paying Jaleel a visit"

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Miles finally arrived at his dorm after walking you to yours. As he walked in he saw Ganke, sitting on his bunk bed. He was eating a bag of Ruffles with airpods in, some show captivating his attention. He finally turned his head as he saw Miles sit in the gaming chair, sighing. Ganke took notice of Miles' sour attitude and decided to question it.

"What's got you in a mood? And please, for the love of god, don't say 'I miss her'. I don't think I can hear that again."

He said rolling his eyes as he puts his airpods away, giving his friend all his attention. Miles slightly smiles from the mention of you and goes back to a slight frown.

"No, it's not that."

"Then, what's up? Dude, don't make me beat it out of you. Even though I doubt I'd win, you'd probably Venom Strike the hell outta me."

Ganke jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Miles slightly smirks before replying.

"It's about Y/n, BUT not what you think."

"Ok, go on..."

"So, basically when she broke up with Jaleel, she left her jacket over there. And now that we're dating, I dunno how to feel about it. I mean, I don't wanna be possessive or nun', but the girl did say she wanted it back, and being the great boyfriend I am, I mean I should go get it for her, right? The only issue is her dumb ex, I don't wanna talk to that guy! And you know how much I hate confrontation, let alone starting it! I just...what do you think I should do?"

Ganke was staring at Miles, wide-eyed from how long Miles had been ranting. ‘Miles must really like her’ he thought.

"Well, the only thing I can tell you is to talk to Jaleel. I know he's not the most ideal person to converse with. Believe me, I've had a project with him. But still, you gotta go get what Y/n wants, right? I mean I think it's a gentlemanly gesture."

He says, waiting for a response from Miles. Miles looks at him, taking a deep breath. He then walks over to Ganke and daps him up.

"Thanks, man. I'll see you in a bit."

Ganke smiled and pat Miles on the back as he watched him grab his belongings and jacket.

"No problem! Do you think you could repay me by letting me borrow your Jordans? I mean, I can't help that we're the same size."

Ganke shrugs. Miles just rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut. He put his headphones on and let the soft lull of James Blake's voice on the song 'Hummingbird' (can you tell i just rewatched the movie?) calm his nerves.

After a good 10 mins of him walking, he made it to Jaleel's apartment complex. Miles takes a deep breath as he walked in. He was greeted by a front desk employee and a security guard.

“Hello! Who are you here to see?”

The employee asks.

“Jaleel Barker. What apartment is he in?”

The security guard asks for a form of identification and Miles shows his student ID. They then tell him Jaleel’s apartment number and Miles walks up to the apartment. Once he gets to Jaleel’s door he takes a deep breath.

“It’s fine. You can do this, Man. It’s a leap of faith… “

Miles thinks to himself before he finally knocks on the door. Within a matter of seconds Jaleel opens the door. This stuns Miles for a bit since he expected a parent of some sort to be at the door, but this was it. He had to jump right into the confrontation.

“What are you doing at my door, Morales?”

Jaleel asks, clearly annoyed by the boy’s presence. Miles rolls his eyes before looking down at Jaleel. (He’s 2 inches shorter than Miles, you’re welcome ☺️)

“I’m here because my girlfriend left her jacket here and I wanna get it for her.”

Miles says before shoving past Jaleel and inspecting the apartment for the sight of a blue jacket.

“Bro, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t just run up in my house like that. You better watch yourself, I’ll send you back to ol’ girl looking like you don’t know how to fight.”

Jaleel said before grabbing Miles by the collar of his jacket. Miles almost wants to burst out laughing. Does this microscopic, idiot of a man actually think he can beat Spider-Man in a fight? Miles started to challenge him, feeling his hands fill with electricity due to the rage he felt. But, he wasn’t Spider-Man right now, and Jaleel wasn’t a super-villain. He didn’t want to do anything to seriously injure a civilian, and more importantly he didn’t wanna hurt you. So he composed himself, feeling the venomous electricity trickle out of his body, before saying…

“Look, man. That’s not what I came here for. But, as much as I’d like to beat the shit out of you, I don’t wanna hurt Y/n.”

Jaleel releases the grasp he has on Miles’ collar when he says he doesn’t want to hurt you. Jaleel wonders why you would care about Miles beating you up and lets his curiosity (stupidity) get the best of him.

“You think she still cares if something bad happens to me?”

Jaleel asks with a glint of hope in his eyes. Miles sees this and shuts it down immediately.

“No, I think she cares about me coming home in handcuffs.”

Miles scoffs before walking to the center of the apartment and grabbing your jacket off the coat rack. Jaleel eyes him carefully, still suspicious of Miles’ intentions. Once he sees Miles holding your jacket he feels a pang in his heart. Jaleel knows he could’ve been better to you. He doesn’t know why he wasn’t better to you! You treated him with nothing but kindness and respect and he treated you like some trophy to show off. Something that he deceptively showed off in public, but brushed off like it was nothing behind closed doors.

“Yo, Miles.”

Jaleel exclaimed to Miles before he walked out of the apartment.

“What?”

“Do you think I have another chance with her?”

Miles clutched the jacket harder as he turned around and faced Jaleel. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned up in disgust.

“How dare you ask me something like tha-“

“I can’t just watch her walk away.”

Miles’ face goes blank as he stares at Jaleel. He feels like he’s being punked right now. Jaleel’s face was filled with pain and distraught. His voice was so gentle, yet so hurt. Miles was taken aback by the sudden confession. He could’ve never imagined someone he dislikes so much to be so vulnerable right in front of him. Miles sighs, throwing the jacket over his shoulder. Deciding to give into the vulnerability.

“You want the truth?”

Jaleel looks up at Miles, nodding.

“No, you don’t have another chance. Once you hurt a girl like her that badly, after repeated chances, you can’t bounce back. She was willing to put the time and effort in for you. I saw it, and it pained me every time I saw her crying because you pulled another dickhead move on her. You don’t deserve her…shit I might not even deserve her, but at least I treat her like I do.”

Jaleel stays silent for a bit, letting Miles’ harsh, but honest words sink in. He feels like punching something right now, maybe himself, maybe Miles. But he knows he can’t do that, it feels like someone gutted him. The emotion he feels right now is regret, maybe even agony. Somewhere in the midst of the relationship he had with you, he forgot to treat you like you had 100 of his time…his mind. But, now it’s too late and he knew what he had to do.

“Tell her I’m sorry, and I’ll stay out of y’all’s way. But not for you…for her.”

Miles sincerely nods.

“I appreciate that, man.”

He says before opening the door and walking off. That was quite the experience he just had. Something about that made him feel even closer to you somehow. He really realized in that moment he couldn’t let you go.

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Miles finally made it back to the school and walked over to your dorm. He knocked on the door and was graced with you opening it, pink bonnet on your head, and hello kitty pajamas on. He waved to your roommate K’Nyah before you closed the door of your dorm room, and stood in the hallway with Miles to give the two of you more privacy.

“Here you are, Princesa”

Miles said before bowing like a dork and handing you your jacket. You giggled at him before showing your gratitude.

“My jacket! Thank you, baby.”

Miles felt his face flush since he hadn’t heard you call him any sorts of nicknames yet. This whole relationship was new and Miles kind of forgot that the two of you had a bunch of firsts to go through with each other.

“Woah, ‘Baby’? That’s new.”

You grinned, poking his shoulder.

“Well, I just wanted to try it out! I think it suits you, but if you don’t like it-“

“It’s perfect.”

Just then Miles got a notification on his phone from Ganke telling him to ‘hop on roblox, the gc is gonna play dress 2 impress and we’re doing duos.’

“Alright, well I gotta go, mi preciosa. See you tomorrow?”

“You know it.”

You say before kissing Miles on his cheek. He continued walking to the other side of the Campus Dorms until he saw the male section. He walked into his shared dorm to be greeted by Ganke yelling at his tablet.

“Whatever, my outfit ate yall up! Plus my body is tea!”

Ganke said in a faux feminine tone before Miles decided to join in on the antics.

“Clock it.”

Miles said in a faux feminine voice as well, slightly shocking Ganke since he didn’t know that Miles opened the door. The two exchanged a giggle and Ganke told their friends to hold on for a sec as he greeted Miles.

“So, how’d it go?”

Miles gives a look of content and clarity on his face before answering.

“Better than I expected.”

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MC: *in a formal teaching attire* Good morning, everyone. I'll be your substitute teacher for today.

Ace and Deuce: M-Madame/Ma?!

MC: Everyone should now calm down. I'll make certain that everyone remembers what we're going to cover in this hour.

MC: Because if any of you fail Professor Trein's exam tomorrow, I'll make sure an extra hour is added to your regular schedule. *looks at them with a clear warning in her gaze*

*a few hours ago*

MC: Professor Trein, your visit has taken me by surprise.

Trein: Ah, yes. I sincerely apologize.

MC: I'm guessing it's critical. How do you want me to assist you?

Trein: Oh. First, let me explain my situation to you. My dear wife has called and requested that I return home today. As soon as possible.

Trein: However, I don't have anyone to ask to substitute my class, and I can't just let students hang out during my time.

MC: I see. So you want me to teach in your place?

Trein: I'm not pressuring you, Madame.

MC: No. It's all right, Professor. Your wife was gracious enough to invite me to dinner despite the fact that I was unable to attend.

MC: This will be my way of apologizing to her.

Trein: Thank you very much. You're obviously nice.

MC: However, I'm curious if you'll be leaving lesson plans for me.

Trein: Without a doubt. I have them with me.

MC: Perfect. I'll make certain that your students learn a lot.

Trein: *chuckles* Please, please. Do not overdo it. You could take my place.

MC: I don't think so. I'm nothing in comparison to you, professor. *smiling*

MC: What's your name, mister? *pointing her folded fan at a student*

Jack: J-Jack Howl, Miss!

MC: You appear to be paying close attention in my class. Now I'm curious to see if you weren't acting.

Jack: *his tail wagging*

MC: What's the answer to this question?

Jack: *answers correctly*

MC: *nods* Very well. You have indeed paid attention.

MC: You may now take your seat.

*the bell rings*

MC: Hm. That, I believe, concludes our discussion for today. Goodbye.

Deuce: *rushes towards her* Let me carry your stuff, Ma— Madame!

Ace: Oi, Deucey! Don't leave me behind!

Jack: ...

The students: *talks about her after she left*

Heartslabyul student: Can you believe that? I didn't fall asleep in history class!

Octavinelle student: Maybe because it's a different teacher?

Pomefiore student: I could still remember everything she discussed! In fact, I feel confident that I will perfect Professor Trein's exam tomorrow!

Jack: ...

Jack: Miss!

MC: *turns to look at him* Yes, Jack Howl?

Jack: *has approached her in the hallway* Yes! But you can just call me "Jack", Miss!

MC: Why did you approach me, Jack? Is there anything in our lesson that you don't completely understand?

Jack: N-No, Miss! Everything is fine! It's just that— *keels over*

Jack: PLEASE ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR STUDENT! I'LL BE A GOOD ONE!

MC: ...

MC: Alright. You are welcome to pay a visit to the Ramshackle dorm. However, I recommend that you only go there if you are not too busy or if you are having difficulty with your studies.

MC: That's it. Now hurry up and get to your next class on time. *turns around and walks away*

Jack: Thank you, Miss!!!

Riddle and Azul: *learning that MC has taught history class on freshmen*

Riddle and Azul: ...

Riddle: Don't you think Professor Crewel has any plans on getting a substitute teacher?

Azul: Even if he does so, I don't think the Madame will accept it.

Riddle: Why?

Azul: Madame has told me once that chemistry classes have never been kind to her.

Riddle: I see. How unfortunate.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: However, isn't Madame a good fit for P.E.?

Azul: ...

Azul: *smirks* Now that's an idea.

[fanning-the-flames]

Print update!

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These prints will be printed on 100% cotton Hahnemuehle paper with archival inks and signed by me. (more info below)

The number of each print are based off the polls:

9 Sect Leader J

5 Shizun in Repose

3 Three Ages of Psychic

2 Sect Leader J in a large size (double in length and width, ~9.5"x20")

Because Sect Leader J is a such a skinny print I thought there would be interest in the large size.

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[kangshxrtie]

ch. 12 ⤍ looking disrespectfully

currently, you were live-streaming playing valorant with gaeul, jiwon, rei, and hyunseo. you were all on a winning streak.

since the games were going well, you only interacted with chat when you were dead,. 

as you were catching up thanking some subs and bits that you recived, you read a comment that got your attention immediately.

user1 GO TO KAZUHA'S STREAM RN

"why? i swear if she's doing something to expose me again i'm actually fighting her" since you were dead you decided to tab out and check her stream before the next round started. 

once you pulled her stream up, you immediately saw why people were urging you to join it.

this girl is really shoving her abs in the camera and then smiling like innocently like she didn't do what she just did.

gameryn i am looking very disrespectfully rn 😍

gameryn I MOANED

once your team noticed you were out of the game and you weren't responding gaeul yelled at you, "y/n! y/n! get your head in the game!"

"shit" you freaked out tabbing back into the game, "sorry my bad. i'm here, ready to play. i'm back"

you quickly bought your loadout and ran to where the rest of the team was. you saw that you had a couple of more seconds before the round started, so you picked up your phone to send a quick message to kazuha.

you played through the round, but once the last person was killed you opened up kazuha's stream on your second monitor. since she was doing a workout stream she wasn't paying as much attention to chat which led you to say whatever you wanted in the chat.

gameryn MY EYES ONLY PLZZ

gameryn THE WAY I'M ACTUALLY IN LUV

gameryn MY LITERAL LOVER

username1 kind of parasocial @gameryn

gameryn parasocial? we're literally dating

username2 that's funny because that's literally my wife @gameryn

gameryn don't lie, she's only loyal to me

gameryn i'm jk we can all be delulu together

kazuha finished the workout session and took the time to look at the comments. she responded to some questions, and laughed while reading your comments arguing with her community.

"y/n me and kkura were talking about how our video is almost at 100K. we're going to have to start planning part two soon"

gameryn SHE NOTICED ME

gameryn but damn i didn't know it would happen this soon

"i did tell everybody i know to like it so this would happen faster"

gameryn u really wanna see me again that bad😉

"and if it was" kazuha responded.

gameryn i mean i wouldn't complain

"but y/n we still have to plan a day for a horror game" kazuha reminded.

you almost closed out of her stream and acted like you never heard anything after that.

gameryn nvm y'all can have her

"come on we have to do it for the ynzuha shippers" she said referring to the number of people agreeing with her in chat.

gameryn nobody even asked for it until u brought it up

"please it'll be so fun" kazuha begged.

gameryn fine ig i'll do it...

"everybody take a screenshot so y/n can't back out" kazuha told her chat excitedly.

after that, you had the time to ask yourself why you just agreed, but you also had the time to notice that you were still in a valorant game.

"y/n is really quiet today" hyunseo pointed out.

"it's because y/n keeps tabbing out when she's dead" rei complained making you look back at the game and finally take notice of your death count compared to everyone else's.

"i'm actually not tabbing out anymore" you retorted. i'm just using my second monitor.

"if we want to win we need y/n to be 100% in" jiwon declared.

"i am 100% in. i only stop paying attention to the game when i'm dead"

"are you dying on purpose to do whatever you're distracted with"

"no of course not" you said not convincing anybody with the tone.

when kazuha ended her stream you closed out of the tab on your second monitor, putting your attention back on the game you were playing.

"okay, i will be fully focused from now on" you sat up in your seat, and leaned closer to your monitor.

and you were until kazuha responded to your text from earlier.

"chat kazuha just invited me over but the last game just started" you told your chat as you put your phone down, "i need y'all to not snitch on me so i can get ready"

you turned your camera off so you could do your face routine and brush your teeth. didn't need anybody taking any screenshots of those moments.

you took the time while the game was loading in and the period of time before the first round starts to do a speed run of your face routine. luckily the game took forever to load in so by the time the first round was about to start you only had your face mask left.

rei noticing you were still afk asked you, "y/n what are you even doing right now"

"sorry i'm in the middle of my face routine right now" you apologized as you grabbed your face mask for the last step.

"ain't no way you're doing this again" rei said, "it's my rank up game y/n"

"i'm not even that distracted this time" you said as you ran to a random site.

the game was going well at 10-2 at the second half. everybody was warmed up, plus you had the dedication to get out of the game so you could leave and everybody else wanted to help rei rank up.

"this game needs to hurry up. i'm trying to get the fuck out of here" you expressed.

"same" hyunseo agreed, "are you tired too?"

"no, i'm going out after this game is over"

"since when?" gaeul asked.

"since i got invited" you answered like it was obvious.

"where are you even going? we don't have anything planned tonight" jiwon asked you.

"to hang out with one my friends" you informed her.

"huh? at this time?" jiwon checked her time again only to see it was indeed 11 o'clock.

"one of my friends just texted me and asked me to come over. it was last minute" you explained.

"can you at least finish the game"

"i am. i'm just getting ready so i can leave as soon as the game is over" you said.

at match point, you decided to brush your teeth which didn't turn out to be a good idea because you needed your other hand to actually play.

"sage and raze are both lit" you called out slightly muffled because you were brushing your teeth.

"huh? what did you even just say?" jiwon asked confused.

"sage and raze are both lit" you repeated after you moved the toothbrush out of your mouth.

"1 hookah, out hookah" jiwon one-tapped the sage killing her instantly.

jiwon sent out a blind while backing into garden.

"you win these liz" hyunseo whispered.

jiwon killed the last person with another one-tap winning the game.

you unmuted and cheered for both jiwon and rei, "congrats on ranking up rei. i'm so proud of you i really watched you grow up" you left the call not waiting for any type of response. you turned your camera back on to say your goodbyes to your stream. after ending the stream you got ready to leave for kazuha's house.

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[thegoldenshi-shi]

I just have to ask you 2 questions fiejfbdjrj

Are you an Egyptology nerd? Or avid fan, if you haven't hyperfixated like me 0//0 if you are, I'd like to know the whole story behind the ancient Egypt au bc it f u e l s me in a way-

Secondly, can I pls make fics on the ancient Egypt au 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it's so pretty and I'm not really sure ill be able to capture everything bc I did see some wips, but I still wanna write it ^^

Firstly: thank you very much~ I'm glad that you think my Egyptian things to be pretty 💕

(your username is cool btw, I like it a lot)

I'd never thought about whether I'm a nerd or not… I'm fascinated with ancient history in general,(currently combing through Mesoamerican history atm) but yeah, I'll say that Ancient Egypt has a soft spot in my heart. I took a course in Egyptian Hieroglyphics and have several books ranging from a difficult book on Middle Egyptian literature (in hieroglyphics)to books on their mythology to a large National Geographic book that spans the entire history. Now that I think about it, I guess I do count as an Egyptology nerd hehe

✨Word-Vomit-Time ✨

Honestly, the whole thing began as a desire to draw Leona as a pharaoh because I thought he'd be pretty. Then it snowballed into how best to adjust Ramses the Great's exploits to account for magic, whether or not I wanted Falena as an Akhenaten-type or as a nice pharaoh and whether or not I should try to translate Leona's UM chant into hieroglyphics for the sake of authenticity.

So far as the au is concerned it actually spans more than just Egypt. I selected a culture/country for each dorm and re-worked them with that as a base. So just as all of Savanaclaw are Egyptian, Diasomnia is Celtic, Scarabia is an amalgamation of the countries found along the Silk Road, etc.

I've worked with Savanaclaw and Diasomnia (Ancient Egypt and the Celtic Tribes) the most and they have a tense respect that could become violent if the wrong moves are made. Leona is angry at having to deal with diplomacy that should be Falena's job, but doesn't want it botched and has to handle it himself. Malleus is fascinated with the radically different culture that Leona represents and likes pushing people's buttons…. You can get the picture hehe.

With the individual characters: I have Jack functioning as a guard/military figure, since jackals and other canines were often associated with protection. (Thinking about Anubis, and Wepawet) He works directly under the royal family, specifically Leona.

Leona is still not very liked due to his sand-magic in a desert environment BUT he is valued for his offensive capacity (and for his Nefertiti-level pretty face). Defending the borders and war were the domains of the lion deities Anhur and Sekhmet. Of course I really want to work parallels to Set into him as well, but that's a story for another day.

Ruggie is kind of floating around as a free agent, but he works as a good spy since nobody pays him any mind. I don't really know how Falena and Cheka fit in outside of the fact that Falena is Pharaoh and Checka is the Crown Prince.

By all means, go ahead and make as many fics as you like on the au. I really enjoy adding things to it as I go but my free time has been non-existent lately. I'm happy that you like the au enough to want to add your own things to it.

If you do, please let me know, I'd be interested to see what you come up with👀

Thank you so much once again for your ask! I appreciate that you took time to reach out and say something to me ^J^

[chiffaust]

DAY 8 — CHRISTMAS PROMPT 💋 + adonis otogari

💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe

Bringing Adonis along to a relatives Christmas party as a plus one isn't exactly the plan you you were thinking of from the start—hell, you weren't even thinking of attending.

But one after the other, you were dragged and so did Adonis. Adonis agreed to go with you without a second thought; sometimes you truly do think that he's too kind for this world.

"[Name], do you want some food? They're quite delicious." He asked, bringing a plate full of food to you, a smile was to be seen on his face.

"No, I'm fine... I'm not exactly hungry." You turned down the offer, smiling apologetically at him.

"It's okay. If you want some food, please just tell me. I'll get it for you right away." Adonis said, leaning onto the wall beside you, still indulging himself in the food he has on his plate.

Silence overtook you two once again as the Christmas BGM and the chatters of everyone became louder to you. Ah, how you hate this. You just wanna go home already.

"[Name], are you okay? Is there something bothering you?" Adonis asks, catching on quite quickly that you're bothered about something.

His question brought you back to reality, you look at him, smiling apologetically as you sheepishly chuckled. "Haha, it's alright. I just hadn't seen my parents, that's all. They were the one who dragged us into this, after all..."

"And my cousin too. Where are they. They said they'd come. They bailed on me, they're gonna pay for this." You restlessly tapped on your arm, teeth gritting at the fact that they'd bail on you like that. To Adonis, it seemed like you were really a moment away from blowing up.

Before he could say anything to comfort you, a voice echoed from afar; the voice called out your name. He looked at the direction the voice came from and then to you who suddenly had such a pleasant smile on your face.

"Yes, auntie? Do you need anything?" You ask as you see one of your aunt coming from the crowd.

She then proceed to drag you to somewhere amongst the crowd and had told Adonis to come to which he did.

He had asked you where she's taking the both of you to, but you didn't have a single clue either. How annoying, really. Nonetheless, you didn't voice out your distress and continued to follow her.

Then she stopped, and told you two to stay there. As she left, you let out a loud sigh, shaking your head at her actions.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Adonis. Whatever she's trying to do..." You look up at Adonis, smiling sheepishly once again.

"No, it's okay. I think your family are pleasant people. You know, I met your father while at the dining area."

"R-really? What did he say...?" You ask, nervousness overtook you at his statement.

"He told me that he was happy you chose me as your boyfriend and that I was a kind man." Adonis then smiled once again, remembering the compliment your father gave to him. "He said I could come over to your house too whenever I want. Maybe we should sometimes? I didn't had the chance to thank him for his kind words ♪"

No way... The person he met, was that actually your father...?

Suddenly, the whole place went quiet somehow. You both looked around, confused as to why everybody's attention were on you all of the sudden before you look up and see it;

The mistletoe.

Your face started heating up in embarrassment at the realization on why everybody was quiet; they were seriously expecting you to kiss Adonis.

Some where whispering amongst one another and some were already making that kissy face at you.

"J-just so you know... That will not happen! In your dreams, you bast—"

"Uhm, [Name]. Can I kiss you?" Adonis sudden asks, albeit bashfully. "It's okay if you don't want to, I—"

"N-no, let's kiss!" You replied out of instinct and grabbed him by his collar to bring him down closer to your height. The kiss didn't last for long, but your family soon went crazy.

You were gonna get teased as hell on your next family gathering. As you basked in your embarrassment, Adonis soon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer for a hug.

"You seemed quite flustered... We can stay like this for a while if you'd like."

You huffed at his statement, not doing anything to be free from his grasp. If you're going to get teased then so be it. You love your boyfriend.

[4kennels]

Happy Tails Grooming

Brett and Mike my “new masters” jumped out of the cab of the pick up truck and come around to the back and open the wire gate of the large pet carrier, cage.

Mike pulls out a leash and attaches it to my collar. The pull me out and tell me to stay on my hind legs until they command otherwise.

As they tug me we walk across the parking lot toward the front entrance of a business called the “HAPPY TAILS GROOMING.” Brett and Michael chat and chuckle along the way as I follow silently behind looking straight ahead, ignoring the murmuring from the milling shoppers who notice our arrival, as best I can.

But come on... this is easily the highest level of humiliation I've ever experienced. I am dressed in a black leather dog collar, a pair of daisy-duke denim shorts, a t-shirt with DAWG printed in large letters. Thevt-shirt has been cropped off just below my pecs, i am wearing flip flops. I am being lead by a noisy silver chain leash.

Then a shout from my left takes the humiliation to another level,

"J. C. Webster? I can't believe my eyes!

J, C. is that you? What happened, dude, bad batch of weed?"

I don't want to look, but it's a reflex thing and I turn my head to the left, effectively confirming that it is indeed me...

Mike says “…yes, it's J.C. Webster almost naked in girl's jean shorts that are so small they don't even cover his bush, dog collar around his neck, and lady's flip flops complete his outfit; lovely!”

I'm also the only individual who isn't wearing a normal shirt or top of some kind. And normal masculine shorts.

Brett: “Yes, it's him... say hi, J.C.”

Oh God! I'll never be able to show my face in Atlanta again. The guy who shouted to me is Neil Bankers, my former next door neighbor at my pre-bankruptcy home. He's shorter than me so I always beat him at one-on-one basketball and afterward I wasn't a good-sport about it either, taunting and mocking him and so forth. So, oh yeah, he'll definitely be happy to spread the news in my old neighborhood about the new me.

He's with his buddy, Dwayne Jackson, who calls over, "Woof, woof, grrrr!" and people, that none of us know, laugh out loud and point me out to those who haven't spotted me yet. That's followed by other mocking catcalls, but my eyes are burning from the heat of my face and there's a hollow echoing in my ears, so I don't register much of what is yelled in my direction. When we finally walk into the dog grooming shop everyone laughs even louder... me wearing a dog collar going into a dog grooming shop...

ha, fucking, ha! Ya know, I can't ever remember seeing Mike enjoying himself this much... ever!

Inside Happy Tails Grooming there are a number of people talking among themselves waiting for their groomed dogs to be brought out to them. All talking stops when we walk in, silently everyone openly stares at me. My entire body is blushing and there's no place to hide. It's deafeningly silent now and I get the most intense urge to adjust my package, but don't dare. In the silence time crawls to a standstill and all I can hear is my heart beating and a noisy- nose-breather who turns out to be an old guy standing to my right.

This old fellow finally touches my shoulder, and asks, "What are you?"

Good question.

I ignore him as a huge bear of a man comes out from behind a door to my right, he's leading a beagle and a collie on leashes. Both dogs obviously have been recently washed and groomed. A booming voice from the man, "Here ya go, Robert. Snooky is beautiful again."

He hands the dog's leash to the rude old man who'd asked me what I was, then the Bear of a man booms out, "Here ya go girls, Icetea is ready to go home," and hands the leash of the beagle to two butch looking ladies who smile and give Barry a thumbs-up. "Please pay at the register ."

Then, to the remaining woman, "Pearl is ready too, I'll get her for you."

Turning to us, He speaks loud enough so everyone can hear, "Let me guess... which one of you needs a wash and a cut," and he laughs in a boisterous, but friendly way, as Brett's saying, "I'm Brett Knight, remember me; Junior's brother?" He takes hold of the leash attached to my collar, and now in a whisper all could hear,

"How could I forget you or your brother, buddy! You boys brought that long haired man to be groomed. Your doggie play is right up my alley. What is your pup’s name?”

Not having named me or called me anything but DAWG, Brett and Mike consider and exchanged options.

Finally Brett said “Fido.”

The big man continued, “This one will take about twenty minutes. Do you want to come back... or do you want to wait."

Brett says, "We'll be back," and they leave.

Barry grins and orders, "Down boy and I'll walk you into the washing station."

I'm so used to getting down when told to, I do it and the person waiting for Pearl gasps, as the big man, who's apparently Barry, is saying, "I'm kidding with you, boy! Get up."

I get up pretending I was kidding too, and follow him inside. Well, what the fuck... he does have me on a leash.

Inside the grooming space there's that unmistakable smell of dogs, and that unpleasant strong smell of the perfume in dog shampoos.

Barry says, "Strip, and I'll lift ya into that big tub at the end so you can soak."

There's a medium size dog in the tub next to the big one, he's looking at me with his ears pointing up.

Naturally I hesitate... I mean, "Get undressed, are you shitting me?" I'm smiling, like I get the joke, but he's sincere this time, and says,

"No, Fido... this time I'm not kidding. Unless bathed properly, I won't groom a dog, no matter from the human species or canine species! And, no offense, but you smell like a toilet."

That goddammed dirty rag Mikey used on me earlier! Still, I'm hesitating because this is so far from real life experiences that it boggles my mind.

He's nice about it when he says, "Make-up your mind, buddy... I've got a lot of grooming to do before eight o'clock tonight. I'm good with this kinky stuff, I'm down with and my boyfriend and I dabble in it ourselves. You'll either go along with Brett's wishes, or you won't... I don't force anything on anybody. You need to want me to do it, before I'll do it. Okay?"

What can I do? Brett and Mike have already gone, maybe Brett didn't know about this naked bath... what the fuck, I'm not going to give him an excuse to whip me again. Resigned once more to my fate, I pull off the flip flops and peel off my t-shirt, saying, "Yeah, let's do it."

Barry takes over and starts to unbutton the daisy dukes. I impulsively attempt to stop it, but he is in control, saying laughingly , "Don't worry, I've seen penises before, on you dogs and even a man or many and, frankly, penises aren't much different from breed to breed."

His eyes briefly get big when he checks me out. This unbelievably embarrassing situation has shrunken my dick to the size it was when Brett swatted it with the fly-swatter. He bites his lip, then real quietly murmurs, "Okay, we got ourselves a real little puppy/baby boy here."

As the color of my blush darkens and spreads to my chest, he puts a large hand at the back of my neck, then stoops down to gets his forearm under my knees and picks me up like I weight five pounds.

'Humiliating' simply doesn't cover it.

Without any noticeable strain, he holds me away from his body and then a boy comes in the backdoor... Barry stands there holding me, smiling at the boy. He's about twelve, a shocked expression on his cute face as it registers that a five foot-eight-inches-tall man with a tiny dick is naked in Barry's arms. There's no apparent fucking end to my humiliation... 'humiliation?" there has to be a stronger word than humiliation to describe this stuation. My whole body turns red.

Barry says, "Oh, hi, Roy. Just a sec, buddy..." as he's taking three steps to the big tub and then sits me in the doggie bath of luke warm water. Roy stares at me like he's just seen a space ship land from outer space, but I can't look back at him. The water I'm sitting in smells strongly of dogs and that peculiar cloying smelling dog shampoo I mentioned earlier. Now I'm surrounded by it as I sit on the bottom of a large dog's bathtub with my knees up and out of the water, water reaching up to my nipples. There are soap suds and other unidentifiable matter floating in the water making it too cloudy for me to see to the bottom. Many different kinds of dog hairs float on top of the water sticking to the suds and to me. The skanky water, the dog hairs, plus the small matter of a twelve year old boy gawking at me sitting naked in a doggie bath, combined to have me on the verge of puking, but I pull myself together. Gravel or something like gravel on the bottom of the tub is prickling at my buttocks, and it's totally gross!

Roy, still staring dumbfounded at me, says, in a monotone voice, "I'm collecting for the newspaper, Barry."

Ignoring Roy, he says to me, "Would ya stand-up for a second, buddy? I gotta grab that bungee cord down there somewhere."

I slowly stand up and Roy gets a second look at my shriveled dick. He looks up at me and I look away, then glance back to see him pointing at my penis, then pulling his hand back to cover his mouth, laughingbquietly. I'm surprised my fucking head doesn't burst into flames I'm so embarrassed.

Barry is clueless, he pulls a bungee cord up from the bottom, saying, "I'm busy now, Roy; can ya ask Steve at the register for the money, I'd appreciate it, honey."

Roy says, "Um, sure... why you washing a man in the big dog tub?"

Barry laughs, and says, "He just wanted to try it, honey... you run along now."

I glance over at him and when he sees me looking he points to my crotch, and then back at me holding his fingers an inch inch apart and I again avert my eyes gasping.

Roy giggles... I hate giggling! He leaves the shop walking out the door Molly and I came through a couple minutes ago. I can hear him saying to someone, Molly's grooming a tall naked man with a one inch teenie weenie." Tears of rage form in my eyes... how much humiliation can one guy take?

Barry is humming a soothing sound, unconcerned about the interruption, he quietly says, "Let's get you secure in here so you can enjoy your soak."

Pulling a thick bungee cord from the other side, under my knees, and then pulling on the cord raising my knees further out of the water, she attaches thebcord to this side. Elevating my knees like that would have dunked me backwards under water except Barry anticipated that and got his big hand behind my neck just in time. He then strings another bungee cord lower, just in front of my ankles, pulling my ankles back and I'm pretty much secured in place.

My face is still hot and red from my encounter with Roy, but logic tells me I'll never see him again in my life so I'm willing myself to put it out of mind. Barry's oblivious to my distress; he sweetly asks, "Can you hold onto the sides for a few minutes yourself, puppy? I'll be right with ya soon as I finish Lance. You just enjoy soaking in there for a while, okay?" He's being very nice about everything, but "COME ON!!" I'm naked in a fucking dog bath, for christsakes, and this place is as busy as Grand Central Station!

Lance is apparently the poodle in the smaller cage. Barry carries him to the grooming table and hooks a slip collar around the pouch's neck, then a bungee cord is stretched just under his belly in front of his hind legs. The dogs been washed and dried already, his white hair very clean looking and fluffy. Barry wastes no effort, everything is done efficiently, but not in a hurried manner.

He likes what he's doing, I guess. Music plays in the background although Barry himself is mostly silent except for calming sounds he makes as he handles the dog. He cups the poodle's snout to manipulates the head as he uses clippers to groom the dog in a typical poodle cut. First the bare clippers get the belly and back and parts of the leg etc. Then, a clippers over comb method is used to evenly cut the longer hair areas. It's a silly looking cut if ya ask me, but it's what the dog's master wants.

Brett left instructions for my grooming too, "Not shaved Barry, but down to the scalp. A buzz cut."

He'd said, "You got it, buddy!" So that's that; and, ya know what... after a while you can accept just about anything. It's like I told Mike..."Boys like Me, who get bullied all the time, begin to accept it and even think they somehow deserve the bullying. Nothing specific, just that they deserve to be dominated and humiliated." That's pretty much where I am now, I guess.

Brett just overwhelms my senses, one outrageous humiliation after another. It's never over and now there's Mike to contend with too, a tag-team match... and as a result, here I am getting groomed at Happy Tails Groomers.

Barry takes about ten minutes with Lance. While he's grooming him, me and the pointy eared dog in the bath next to mine, watch his every move. As I said,

Barry's a large man. He's almost a foot taller than i am and almost three times as wide as I am, with huge hands and thick wrists. Done with Lance, he pets him and is tender with him, cuddling with him like i wish i had someone do me. Lance, contented and happy, yips a couple of times and is then put back into a cage where he immediately lies down and goes to sleep.

Barry pets the pointy eared dog sitting in the bath next to mine and murmurs comforting sounds to him before finishing with, "I gotta do this big puppy first, hope ya don't mind, Butch ," as the dog focuses on Barry's every word, looking alert. Then, before he can begin washing me a bell sounds and he goes out front to see what's up. He's a loud talker out there and I can hear him talking to the owner of her next grooming appointment.

A minute later Barry's back leading another medium size dog, of unknown breed, into the cage next to Lance's. Lance immediately wakes up and the two dogs go about smelling each others asshole through the bars.

Barry plucks the sponge from the tub he washed a dog in earlier, squeezes doggie shampoo onto it, and drops it into my bathtub, saying to me, "Pinch your nose closed, puppy, I'm dunking you under." With unhurried, smooth movements, he places his meaty hand partially behind my neck leaving his thumb over the front of my shoulder, I got my nose pinched closed as he knocks my other hand away from the side of the tank and firmly pulls my torso down dunking my head, shoulders, and chest and stomach into the yucky water. I'm submerged from the top of my head to just above my dick with my thighs, knees, and most of my calves out of the water draped over the bungee cord. I'm holding my breath for all I'm worth with eyes tightly closed. Barry's using the dog-bathing sponge in his left hand to scrub my face and head, then behind my neck and shoulders. Long strokes under my arms and down my sides. He manipulates my body with the one hand shoulder grip and at one point my head comes up near the surface for a second and then is forced down again as the sponge forcefully scrubs my chest. I desperately need to breath and try sitting up using the bungee cords for leverage, but my stomach muscles are no match for Barry's hold on my shoulder. The dog hair and germ infected soapy/shampooie water feels almost greasy and I force myself not to think about it. Barry methodically wipes the sponge over my torso, then reaches under to get my back. A few more swipes over my head and she pulls me up. I come out of the water gasping for oxygen, sputtering and spitting out water that slipped past my lips, "How many dogs get washed in this water before he changes it, anyway?"

But, oh man, it's so wonderful to be able to breathe again. My whole body, covered in dog hairs, is tense as my heart pounds and my chest heaves, but at least there's oxygen available to breathe.

Barry continues to be unconcerned about any of my many distresses; apparently dogs get panicky too and he's used to it. Being sure of his skills he remains calm, quietly making soothing noises and then soothingly says, "You're fine, puppy... no worries. Oh, did Barry keep ya under too long? If I did I'm sorry. Arms out in front, please... and don't worry so much, I've got ya, you're safe."

He squeezes the back of my neck and continues with, "This is fun for me, doing you boy puppies, I mean... and especially one as cute as you. Never fear though, I'm not going to hurt you." He adjust his palm behind my head supporting me and that, plus the way he talks, has a very calming influence on me and there's something trustworthy about him too, so I loosen my death grip on the sides of the tub and hold my arms out in front of me as he requested. Barry uses the sponge to wash up and down both arms, then extra scrubbing on the palms of my hands which are dirty from walking on all fours. Leaning over me he reaches the bottle of doggie shampoo and squeezes another good amount on the sponge, all the time easily holding my head out of the water with his other hand. He says, "Relax, okay? What's your name, cutie?" Falling under his control I all of a sudden feel like a little boy, I squeak out, "J.C. Webster," sounding like a little kid. He goes, "Well, relax, J.C., or maybe i should call you FIDO. I've got control of everything, can't ya tell?" I mumble, "Yes, sir, ah... do you expect anyone else to come through? It's kinda embarrassing." He goes, "Probably not, but what's to be embarrassed about. Roy's seen naked males before, I'm pretty sure."

I'm thinking, "Getting washed and groomed in a dog grooming salon? I don't fucking think Roy's seen that a lot!"

And he says, "What's to be embarrassed about?" Is he out of he fucking mind?! Anyway, he doesn't appear to have a mean bone in his body, plus he has a calmness about him and he's nice, so I lay back against his hand and let my arms float among the dog hairs and, whatever else is floating there, and more or less just surrender myself totally to his care. "Good puppy" he purrs, "Let Barry take care of you. Okay, puppy?"

Now I'm in one of those trances, feeling like I'm in a dream, like I'm floating on air. I'm also getting kinda used to the strong odor of the dogs and their shampoo by now too so I let myself drift off into Barryworld, mumbling, "Sure, it's okay, thanks sir. This is nice." And, this mood he's put me in is nice... he has such a calm manner about him, it's no wonder dogs instinctively trust him. It's peaceful knowing he'll be kind to me too; so different from the way I feel when I'm under Brett's or Mike’s control. Using the sponge, freshly covered in doggie shampoo, he washes my groin area with me opening my legs wide giving his full access to my little pecker and long scrotum, she murmurs, "Good boy, let's get your hiney now, okay?" I go, "Okay, Barry," as he's reaching under me running that sponge back and forth in my crack, them he's rubbing the sponge all over both my bubble butts, then the back of my legs and up to my knees. A few more swipes over my asshole, Barry smiles, and in baby-talk, says, "Let's make sure Barry cleans your bumper real good." I smile back at him as I drift off into space.

He moves to the front of the tub to finish washing me so I again hold onto the sides keeping my head above the dirty water. He washes my calves and then my feet. "You have nice big feet and long toes!" he quietly says, as he's wiggling my big toe. I smile at that too; it's wonderful being under the control of someone who's nice, who's kind. Barry drops the sponge into the tub and takes large nail clippers off a side table. Holding my foot out of the water by cupping the heel in her palm, she cuts my toenails down to the quick. The nail clipper looks like a regular one only stronger with a spring to help cut through tough dog's nails. They cut through my toenails like cutting through nothing at all. Finished with the nail clipping of the first foot, he massages it, digging his thumbs into the arch until it almost hurts, but not quite. When the water presses against the top of my toes it feels funny. I've never had my toenails cut down this far before; the sensations of the water against new toe areas is strange. He finishes with my other foot and is now holding one of my wrist in his large hand cutting my fingernails the same way he did my toenails. After he cuts them, my fingernails are so short only the pink part remains, looking like they have pale pink nail polish on them.

Finished both hands, he unhooks the front bungee cord and casually picks me out of the water, his arms under my knees and his other meaty hand behind my neck; I like the way Barry's carrying me. It's like I weight nothing at all and I feel like putting my arms around his neck the way I did with my daddy when I was a toddler... but I don't.

Looking back at the tub and the dirty water, I see my finger nails floating on top of the water mingling with the dog hairs. Dog's toenails are probably dense enough to sink slowly to the bottom of the tub and could be the prickly things I sat on when first put into the doggie bathtub. "Pinch your nose again, puppy. We've going for a dip in the rinsing tank." It's a large deep plastic container that looks like a small above-ground pool. I pinch my nose with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut tight, like a three year old might do before being dunked in the pool by his mommy, "Wheeeee!" He dips me in, totally submerging me with water up to his muscular shoulders. Then up out of the water, then right back down into the water again. Pulling me out entirely now, me dripping with water, still some dog hairs clinging to me, but cleaner ones this time. Thinking this wasn't all that bad, I wipe the water out of my eyes and open them to see two girls and a guy come in the same back door Roy used. All of them are about twenty years old, maybe a year or two older. The girl points at me, and says, "Oh my God! What the hell, Uncle Barry? Ya taking in the homeless now?"

They all laugh nervously as Barry's setting me on the drying table. I'm on all fours because that's the way she set me down. My dick shrinks even more, to a bare nub, and my face is glowing red, the heat on my shoulders is uncomfortable... all from my blush. The three unexpected guests slowly walk around the tank to get a better look, as Barry says, "Oh, hi, Cheryl. Cover your eyes, honey, or you'll embarrass FIDO."

Barry's hooking me up the same way he did with the poodle; a slip collar around my neck, pulled tight. I'm comatose by now and anything anyone says sounds like a repeating echo. I look straight down at the table top without moving a muscle, hoping perhaps if I don't move no one will notice me. Barry's movements continue to be unhurried and efficient, and as he stretches a bungee cord under my belly down near my groin and another one over the back of my knees, he says,

"He not a homeless person, just one of you college kids goofing around with some friends... a dare of some kind. A kinky dare and you know me and kinky, don'cha, Cheryl. We go together like bread and butter."

I can't move forward or backward, completely immobilized and my brain is frozen, while my body's on fire. Each second feels like an hour!

Molly takes what looks like a Q-tip, but larger, and swabs inside each of my nostrils, I try to move my head but the collar just tightens on my neck, my head barely moves.

He goes, "It's okay, relax, FIDO," then to Cheryl, "What can I do for ya, honey?" Cheryl's beside her uncle now; to entertain her two friends she's straining her neck taking an exaggerated look under me at my almost non-existent dick. Without answering Barry, Cheryl directs a question at me instead, "Did you have an accident with your penis, or something? And your bag of nuts, what do ya call that? It's long." One of the boys says, "Scrotum, Cherly... it's the god-damnest scrotum I ever saw." The boy and the other girl come over to peer at it. The other boy says, "I knew a kid in high school who had an infantile penis like this, but not this small." Then to me, he asks,

"Whadda you do, lay across the toilet when ya gotta pee?" Barry's like, "Shhh, enough of that naughty talk! You'll hurt his feelings." In my head I'm counting to one thousand as fast as I can blocking out whatever these horrible college students are saying. Around one hundred I lose count and hear the first boy say,

"Uncle Barry, come on, we wouldn't embarrass anyone for the world, but that scrotum is destined for the carnival. You know, pay an extra dollar to see the world record holder for longest scrotum behind the curtain." Cheryl's persistent with her question, and she reaches over to poke my one inch dick, asking me again, "What happened?" I couldn't talk, I'm only capable of making whiny sounds as Barry says, "Okay, Cheryl your friends are embarrassing him now. Stop it! Look how red he is right down to his bumper. What can I do for you?"

As he's chastising Cheryl for embarrassing me, he inserts a thumb into my mouth and pinching either side of my jaw bone with her other hand forcing my mouth to open, then plugs it open with a rubber stopper and checks inside with a penlight. The three college students snicker and talk quietly behind their hands, then laugh in bursts. Barry clicks on a large electric tooth brush and brushes my gums and teeth with it, as Cheryl's going, "Ewwwww. Do you use that on the dogs?" Molly says, "Enough, Cheryl! Why are you here?" Cheryl giggles, then asks, "Can we borrow your Jeep for a few hours? We'll have it back by the time you close." Cheryl's right... the toothbrush is undoubtedly the same toothbrush she uses on the fucking dogs; why would she have one for humans? This, the college kids and the doggie toothbrush, is really too much and puke rushes up from my stomach. I gag stopping the puke at the back of my throat as

Barry recognizes the situation and forces my head back and up at an awkward angle, stopping the vomit from getting into my mouth. "Now you've upset him, Cheryl. Don't be such a bitch, okay." He said it in a sweet way though, not angry, as he continues the dental hygiene part of my grooming. As the big dog toothbrush twirls on my teeth at the back of my mouth, near my throat, I gag repeatedly but he has my head totally immobilized and, as usual, ignores my discomfort. "Okay Cheryl, you know where the keys are," then to the boy "Artie, would you hold his head in this position for me a second, I need to get a tool to scrap some tartar off his back molars. Artie laughs, but says, "Yeah, sure," and grabs my head twisting it further up, neither of us speaks as Barry scrapes my back teeth with something that feels like a chisel, then sprays water from a bottle into my mouth and a doggie mouthwash refreshes my breath.

Barry looks inside my mouth with the penlight again, as Artie says to no one invparticular, "This is without question the oddest goddamn thing I've ever seen," and everyone, including Barry, has a good chuckle over that. Just when I'm positive my ass is going to catch on fire with humiliation Barry tells Artie he can let go of my head, he gives one painful final push up and then releases me.

I've a pounding headache now and the vomit's right at the back of my throat. Barry says, "Hey, he's just a curious kid who wonders how a dog feels getting groomed. Go on all of you now, let me finish up with this big boy." Then it all caught up with me and I did throw up in my mouth... not a good thing. Little by little I swallow the puke at the back of my throat as Barry pets my head making some of those soothing sounds he'd made while grooming the poodle, as the three uninvited guests leave, giggling and laughing out loud, Barry says, "Sorry about that, J.C., but you don't need to be embarrassed. You can't help it if you have a one inch dick." As if that's accurate or is all there is to it! Good grief, he's awfully nice but out of touch. Come to think of it, I guess he'd need to be out of touch to dog groom a college student.

Molly, with me still secured to the drying table, goes through a series of massages and rubs that, along with her soothing voice, manages to calm me down. They're nobody here but me and Barry now and that's such a relief! Barry murmurs, "That's a good boy,"as he goes back to work, this time swabbing my right ear with one of those big q-tips, then the other ear. Throwing the swabs away, he gets a larger one, dips it in some cream and walks behind me to swab out my asshole. My body jerks, and he quietly says, "Almost done," as the swab twirls inside my hole,

Then further up until it's twirling on my prostate making my dick twitch and was really arousing me. I was breathing heavily

“With puppies we have to expess the dogs anal glands. Is puppy okay?

I was starting to drooling and approaching an orgasm when out comes the swab and into the trash it goes.

It's all so mind-blowingly bizarre, but it feels good and we're along so I fall back into a serene trance... so grateful I'll never see any of those college kids again. It's peaceful and I'm grateful for that. Ripping open a sterile pad, Molly pours something from a brown bottle on it, then reaches under me and pull back the foreskin of my little cock to wipe the head with the pad. I hop a half inch off the table and he gently pats my ass, making those calming sounds again.

Turning his finger over, he wipes inside my foreskin all the way around, the liquid feels cold. "That's a good puppy," he coos, as she tosses the sterile pad in the trash. Patting my head, he quietly says, "I'll get you dry and then you're ready to be groomed." Flicking a switch on what looks like the world's biggest hairdryer causes it to nosily blows a huge amount of warm air over me. It's like being in a wind tunnel. As my body dries, the doggie hairs stuck to me dry as well and are, one by one, blown off my skin and up against the back wall to drift down joining other dog hairs on the floor from earlier washings.

As I'm being dried, Barry washes Butch, who has patiently waited in that medium size tub next to the one I was in. Butch observed every move Barry made while washing me and when he picked me up and brought me to the rinsing station the dog moved to the other side of his tub and watched every move Barry made there too. Butch now gives all his attention to Barry as he's bathing him. The dog's infatuated with Barry apparently, and so am I. He washes him just like he did me except the dog is only about one sixth my size and he doesn't tense-up like I did, so it went much faster. Then Butch is dipped in the rinsing tub and hooked up next to me in a similar manner to the way I'm hooked up. As soon as the dog is set down he shakes his body spraying me with rinse water, but the wind tunnel soon dries that too. I'm quickly as dry as I've ever been in my life, but the warm air continues blowing on me as Barry's busy doing something else. He's carrying a large sheep dog from the end cage to the washing tub, basically doing everything the same way he'd handled me; the dog and I weigh about the same. Barry sits him in the same larger tub I'd recently been bathed in, then hooks him up with two bungee cords so he can't jump out; he's just as immobile as I'd been. Only the top of his back, his tail, and his head are out of the water as he stands docilely, with an expression of almost embarrassment on his face.

My turn again... the wind tunnel is turned off and a smaller version of it is turned on for Butch. Barry unhooks me, picks me up with one arm under my buttocks and the other across my chest and again without apparent effort, carries me to the same grooming table he'd groomed the poodle on. Same routine of a slip collar around my neck tightly, then one bungee cord stretched under my belly near my dick, and one across the back of my knees. I'm totally immobilized once again. Snapping on the same clippers he used on the poodle,Barry takes hold of my jaw and easily manipulates by head this way and that as he runs the doggie clippers over my head. First across the front above my forehead and the half inch long hairs from there fall past my eyes followed quickly by another bunch of short hairs sheared to the scalp by the clippers.

He bends my head way over to the side and shears the very short hairs from there down to the back of the head. Bending my head to the side and to the left he runs the clippers up one side of the back of my head, then again, and again as I feel the short clippings falling on the back of my neck and shoulder. He goes over all areas on this side of my head one more time, pressing the clipper tightly against my scalp. Running his fingers over half my shorn head he goes back over a number of spots with the clippers, just to be sure. The same procedure for the other side of my head and I'm as docile for him as the sheep dog or poodle had been. Satisfied, the clippers snap off and he brushes the clipped hairs off me using a big soft brush that smell strongly of... what else, dogs.

"Okay, puppy, you've just got a shadow of hair left on your head. I could lather it and take the shadow off with a straight razor but Brett wants it like this for now." He's unhooking me as he's talking, then picks me up the same way as before; I'm as docile for him as I've ever been in my life. He says, "It will upset the dogs if you're standing around while I wash and groom them so I'll put you in a cage until Brett comes for you, it won't be long," and he. opens the door to the cage he just took the big sheep dog from and I crawled inside, my dick peeking out from it's hiding place as I get more comfortable with being under Barry's control. My long scrotum hangs down as I look out through the bars of my cage watching Barry wash the sheep dog. He's calmly and quietly murmuring many of the same things to him that he'd murmured to me.

Lance is two cages down, he picked his head up momentarily when I went inside my cage, but then he went back to sleep. I actually feel like a dog, wish I was one and Barry was my owner.

Much longer than 'just a few minutes' passes as I watch Barry finish the sheep dog's bath by dipping him in the rinsing tank. After hooking him up in front of the drier, the front bell sounds. "That'll probably be your mast..., er, I mean, Brett. He's come for you FIDO, let me check. When Barry's in the reception area he's much different than back here with us dogs. Here he's quiet and calm, out front he's loud. I easily hear him say, "Of course he's ready, honey. He was ready twenty minutes ago... I've got him in a cage. That'll be twenty-five dollars, pay the cashier."

I'm thinking, "Twenty five dollars! I gotta pay for this?" I'm out of my trance now and feeling claustrophobic in this cage.

In the lobby, Barry's saying, "He's got a lot of razor nicks on him. I could shave him and groom him professionally for ya weekly, without razor nicks, but that'll cost forty-five dollars."

I can barely hear Brett ask, "Every week?" and Barry's like, "Yeah, I had a regular customer pass away so I got this time spot open, but it needs to be every week or it's not worth it to me." Brett asks Mike, "What do you think? We'll deduct the money from his paycheck of course. Barry could bath him, groom him and shave him every Monday." Mike’s like, "Awesome idea! And while he's at the groomers, we can go to a movie.”

Brett like, "Sure, Mike,"

then to Barry, "Book him in for Mondays at four-thirty."

He's saying, "He's a doll or I wouldn't accept him as a regular, but with him it's doable."

So, my fate's sealed for this treatment every week, more then this treatment, he'll be shaving my legs and balls, and whatever. The word 'mortified!' doesn't adequately describe my state of mind right now. But, what’s new.

Barry comes in and lifts me out of the cage and then without thinking he starts carrying me outside, and I scream, "My clothes!" As he's putting me down, he laughs and says, "Oh, I forgot. Most of my clients don't wear clothes. Hope you enjoyed your spa treatment. And guess what... you're gonna be a regular!

I'll see ya next week." He's expecting I'll be thrilled about that. Oh, what the hell, he's a nice person so I'm not taking it out on him, it's not his fault. I say, "Yeah, that's really something," and he looks at me funny, like I'm not appropriately enthused, so I add, "You did a wonderful job. Thank you!"

He looks pleased now and my eyes get a little teary because he's gentle and nice to me and nobody else has been either of those things lately. I turn my head away and start over for my clothes, but Barry takes hold of my arm, and says, "Could you let me check something before you get dressed, honey?" I go, "Ah..." and I look at the door leading to Brett, and ask, "Ya think it'll be okay with with Brett?" He waves at the door, and says, "It'll only take a minute or two, he can wait. Let me get you up there on the table a sec, okay?"

Before I can answer, he casually picks me up with a hand under each arm pit, saying, "I wanna see what kind of a razor situation we have here so that I'm ready for you next Monday." He holds me over the table in a way that makes me bend my knees and I just naturally get on all fours. He smacks my ass saying, "Can you get over a little, honey?" I crawl over thinking, "He don't know his own strength. Jesus! That smack on my ass was harder and stings more than a paddle hitting me!" He mumbles "I'll make it quick, sweetie," as he's putting the slip collar over my head again and adjusts the bungee cords, immobilizing me. Force of habit, probably.

It's amazing how incapacitated a few taut bungee cords can make you. Barry's behind me spreading my buttocks and feeling between my legs, "Just want to see how extensive the shaving areas are." His big hands wrap around the front of my thighs, up next to my dick, "Feeling for stubble," he says, and I go, "But I don't shave there". His hand travels down my thigh then back up. He says, "I can feel you haven't been shaving here, but there are fine, almost invisible hairs here that need to be shaved if one's to do the job properly; I'll get them for you, I'm a professional." Then he's spreads his fingers wide and feels along my back and shoulders and then down my sides until fingers on either side of me are traveling down my dick, then back up lifting it as a finger feels along the underside of it. He then goes back to spreading my butt cheeks, saying, "I'll shave around your heiny hole too for the same reason; fine hairs."

A shudder goes through me then as the realization of how little control of my life I have... he telling me what he's going to do, not asking if I want it done. Barry's a very nice person, but it's apparent he's aware of the master/slave relationship that Brett and Mike have me in and that's the reason he's so comfortable taking control of me; that reason, plus he's used to always being in control of his dogs. But, come on, this is abject humiliation of the worse kind, and with Barry I don't even get to enjoy the sexual action I get from the boys when they're abusing me. But, as always, I come back to this:

"What the fuck can I do about it?" The answer to that question, at this time is,

"Nothing!" except make the best of it and cooperate so it goes as easily as it's possible to go under the circumstances.

As I contemplate my humiliating situation, Barry's adjusting the bungee cords, then he gets both hands on my hips and turns me over onto my back. The slip collar tightens around my neck for a second, but he adjusts that, then spreads my legs wide so that each ankle is held in place somehow by the bungee cord arrangement. Next he spreads and tucks my arm under bungee cords and I'm spread eagle on the table feeling totally on display. As he lifts my cock, he says, "I'll be shaving you on your back like this for the most part, and finish the job with you on all fours. In order to insure you don't make sudden movements causing me to nick you with the razor, you'll be secured like this." Everything he says is in a matter of fact manner, knowing neither the dogs nor me will complain or contradict him. He's totally in charge of us. "You'll find it's a pleasant experience. I have had it done to myself by a friend a few years ago, so I speak from personal experience." With a couple of fingers he's feeling around my dick, then down my scrotum to lightly squeeze my balls, then his fingers are under my balls, and finally he pulls my scrotum up, and says, "I see Brett's stretching your scrotum for ya. If you want I can pierce this and insert a nice ring or stud. You think about it, okay. That'll cost eighty-five dollars, but is well worth it." I make a noncommittal grunt because I don't want to hurt his feelings; he's nice, but the last thing I want is a stud in my stretched scrotum. I'm going to be enough of a freak having a foot long scrotum as it is. That's how long it'll be by the time Brett's through with me. After rubbing all around my belly and chest, Barry starts unhooking the bungee cords, saying, "You don't have much noticeable body hair, just the fine ones everybody has, but I like you so I'll be giving you pretty much a full body shave. Once you see how it feels to be shaved you'll want to do it all your life." I say, "Not my head though, right?" Barry lifts me down, and says, "That's up to Brett, honey... not me. If ya ask him nicely, maybe he'll let you keep the fuzzy hair you got on your head now." I feel my scalp and can just detect a fine sandpaper feel... boy, it's short alright. As I get dressed he turns his attention to the sheep dog. I say, "Bye. Barry," as I'm leaving, and he goes,

"Bye, puppy. See ya, next Monday."

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Hello. This is my main blog so I have to use the dashes to explain this.

I run an ask blog called @ask-marios-apprentice

But when asking questions in the character of Garth. I have to use my first blog @theforty7thgamer

So when answering questions please pay no attention to the dashes. I use these when I'm breaking character

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Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice asks

Hi

The current month is January 2019 where I'm from.

I live in Castletown. And I am currently Mario's Apprentice.

It's nice to meet a Peach in a universe where she is alive.

This is just an introductory ask so I can introduce myself and my world. Hopefully you'll do the same.

I come from the universe where:

There is a lineage of protectors of the Mushroom Kingdom called SUPERS.

Earth and Panko are two separate planets. And was only recently introduced each other due to the events of Warp Point

The current Peach toadstool, her husband Mario Jupmin, and their adoptive daughter Meggy J Spletzer

Kopai is a game company that exists and makes video games based on Mario's Adventures as well as other things that happened on panko.

The meme guardians have a chapter here on Panko.

Hopefully this message found you well.

Have a good day.

Pear: Since Peach is super busy now, I'll be answering this ask. Hi there Gareth, I'm Pear, one of the Princess's royal advisor.

Pear: Right now it's, around April 2024 I believe, so we are much more ahead in time than you are. We also have a game company (called Nintendo) making games based on our lives but they are mainly pieces of fiction that only use our names as real life material.

Pear: Mario is a protector of our kingdom but he's mostly known as the kingdom hero. He's really friendly and helpful and actually helps out at the castle sometimes.

Pear: It's definitely important to mention this, even though I don't want to, but unfortunately I am also a protector, specifically of Peach as I am-

Peach: Pear, I am so so bored, what are you doing?- WAIT are you answering my ask for me? That's so not fair!!!

Pear: Oh, uh hello Princess, I was just doing you a favour as this ask is just so boring and uninteresting that I didn't want you to waste your time on.

Peach: Liar. I might be 'lobotomised' or whatever that's supposed to mean but I can still tell when your lying to me. Let me just- -she skims through the ask like a impatient child-

Peach: oh! Lucky her, I wish me and my Mario were married. He's just to nervous to ask me. Oh well! -she skips off, not bothering to actually answer anything-

Pear: Aaaaand she's gone. What was I saying again? Probably not important. Anyway, your world sounds extremely interesting Gareth, I'd love to know more, -he pulls out a notebook, looking as if it was taken out of thin air-

Pear: Like, you mention having meme guardians, have you met your world's before and what are they like?

[someinstant]

15 questions

15 mutuals

Tagged by @bright-elen, and I've got a few minutes, so I'll give it a go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. I'm actually named in avoidance of someone-- the name my mother initially wanted to name me was a no-go, because it was the name of my dad's siblings who was stillborn when he was only two. He and all his younger siblings didn't even really know about her death until they were adults-- Dad vaguely remembers the pregnancy, but nothing else. My grandmother just-- Did Not Talk about it, and my grandfather gently asked if my parents would consider choosing a different girl's name as one option. So they did, and I'm glad-- I like my given name. It's unusual for my generation, and the name I avoided is just Not Me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, last week I teared up when a colleague sent me a dumbass email about how he needed my help figuring out how to do something tech related that I have LITERALLY showed him how to do at least once a week for the past two years. And I was just so tired and stressed it just about broke me. Before that, I cried at a friend's funeral two weeks ago. But those were good tears. Sad, but purifying. It had been a long, horrible illness, and it was good to know she wasn't in pain anymore.

3. Do you have kids?

None that are mine by blood or law. But I teach about 180 a year, so-- yeah, I've got kids.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

More than I should. I'm working on it.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am an enormous klutz, so team sports are a terrible idea. But I was super into long-distance cycling in high school and college. And I love hiking, but my ankles are such a disaster nowadays from Bad Decisions and various past injuries that I am very slow and measured in what I do now.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Eyes and voice.

7. What’s your eye colour?

The green end of hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a terrible wuss about scary movies, so happy endings.

9. Any special talents?

I have a stupid memory for useless things. Like, when I would get bored during college lectures, I would see how much of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" I could write out from memory.

10. Where were you born?

Northwest of Atlanta by a bit.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, pen-and-ink drawing, traveling, pottery, and I really like those architectural models made out of teeny-tiny not-Legos.

12. Do you have any pets?

I have lots of houseplants and kidnap my parents' dog on the regular. I really want a dog of my own, but I'm out of the house every day around 6 AM, and I don't get back until 5 or 6 PM. Unless I get a dog walking service, that's just cruel.

13. How tall are you?

Taller than my sister, which is all that matters.

14. Favorite subject in school?

History, literature, and-- oddly-- chemistry.

15. Dream job?

I mean, I don't dream about working? But I like what I do; I just wish the pay was an appropriate compensation for the work, and the state I work in had a better respect for my professionalism.

15 mutuals: Please don't feel obligated, y'all: @frostbitepandaaaaa, @marwoodly, @coffee-and-uhg, @corazondebeskar, @toooldforthisbutstill, @intellectual-carrot, @angrytrigonometry, @lunapascal, @buckybarnesss, @jake-and-amy-are-married, @fbismostunwanted, @naivara, @velvetsunset, @nonableistcatlady, @lilting-aurora

[goldenworldsabound]

💐🍭⚠️??

I proclaim that these questions are for ME! Truly, how ridiculous that I haven't received a question. So obviously, this should be for me. The list is here or whatever, blah blah, let's get on with the good stuff: AURA AND I!

💐 How does S/I like to be cuddled?

HAHA! Aura is such a tsundere when it comes to stuff like this! If you asked them directly, they'd probably blush and yell something like, "I DON'T LIKE BEING CUDDLED!" even though we both know that's quite contrary to the truth - that they love it.

They especially like sitting on my lap, nestled up against me with my arms around them~ and additionally, they're quite fond of burying their face against me - whether that's my neck, chest, stomach, hair, shoulder...anywhere goes, it would seem! I love any way they would choose to cuddle me of course!

🍭 where does S/I like to kiss you? Do you like it when they kiss you there?

Oh? I always love it when they kiss me. They're still so shy about it sometimes. It's absolutely endearing~

In any case, besides my lips they're often kissing my neck, though I suspect that has a lot to do with them hiding their face there so frequently, haha! Of course, Aura also pays special attention to my collar bones and hip bones under certain circumstances...I'll leave those to your imagination.

⚠️ have you and S/I ever been caught in an embarrassing/“It’s not what it looks like” situation? Please tell us what happened.

Oh, yes. I remember it quite well. As you may recall, Aura is technically my employee since I took over Manhassett Security. We had been keeping the relationship under wraps as a result, you see. But, well...sometimes we'd get a little bit carried away. Who could blame us? When the office was dark and empty after hours, one would think we'd be safe to get up to some mischief in my private office, after a day of ever building tension~

Unfortunately the ever studious T. J. Eckleburg knocked on my slightly opened door. Outside of combat, I've never seen Aura move so fast - they leapt off my lap and were surrounded by monoliths in a second! I admit, I laughed just a teensy bit about. Good old Eckleburg looked so shocked, after all...and besides, we were only kissing.

Things got quite a bit serious after that. We needed to be sure he wasn't going to go spreading this rumor...and figure out what to do about the situation either way.

So it was sort of what it looked like. But what it wasn't was Aura sleeping their way to the top or something absurd like that. Aura was already essentially at the senior position they desired well before me thanks to their hardwork. If anyone were to suggest otherwise...well, I can't be certain I'd restrain myself. :)

[nya-vivi]

thank you for the answer! i was the anon who asked you about 4* and sethos (maybe I'll use this emoji 🛸 so you can identify me easier)

Sorry I'm replying late as well, life is hectic 😭😭

And omg you main Noelle??? what's your build? i'm trying to build her again since i used her at the start of the game and didn't take her past lvl 60... She deserves better 😭

AND I ALSO LOVE GAMING OMG HE TOOK MY HEART. I literally c6-ed him and spend so many primos on him 😭😭 that's ok tho he deserved it. I also love Chongyun he's my special son. Got him at the start of the game so he was my first main 🥺 alongside him my faves are heizou, fischl, yanfei, gaming, faruzan, layla... well theres many of them lol. and recently sethos! I love his dynamic with everyone. Actually sumeru characters feel like family it might be my fav region for that. I was shocked when he had bigger connection to scara. I love the black cat and golden retriever dynamic they kinda have going on and their parallels.

also yes please do a favorite character list i would love to see it!

Have a nice day and sorry for the shorter reply. It's just I'm busy 😭 maybe I can send you more asks next week when I'll have more time. If you don't mind that's it. Or maybe I could stop being anon.

Hello 🛸 Anonie!! I'm super sorry for the super late response T-T I have already addressed it in one post, but I have been super busy filling and paying for my next year (banks are truly my no. 1 public enemy,,,), a few trips back and forth to see friends (I stayed in a place with minimal internet signal for more than a week TnT, among other trips) and doing a lot of house chores because all my household members except for me are working, so I clean all the house (which I don't mind, but there's a lot of work and too much heat T.T and I end up in my bed after everything lol).

I do main Noelle! I went to see my stats and realized I have to get her a better crit rate percentage because she does so much crit dmg... I use 4p Husk of Opulent Dreams + Prototype Archaic (I have seen guides saying that Whiteblind is better, so I might sacrifice my lvl. 90 Prototype Archaic for Whiteblind and change one piece of my artifacts so it has better rate,, choices choices) I will add images below cut!!

To preface this, I am not a meta player so take my opinions with a grain of salt lolol

So much dmg,, so little rate,,,,,,, I usually take whatever piece to add that element dmg, in this case Gladiator.

My favorite region is def Mondstadt, but Sumeru is my second one!! I like all the character dynamics and exploration in Sumeru, both rainforest and desert (unpopular opinion, it seems (≧∇≦)/) also the lore?? Absolutely fantastic. And Sethos? He has been incorporated to the fave characters very quickly, I loved his interactions with Cyno and whatever he has going on with Wanderer lolol Like wise, I loved Gaming, such a cutie and honestly a real good guy, he became one of my favorites very soon.

I ended up making a ranking with only four stars (as to make it fair), but only lore/storytelling wise, since meta is dead anyways (/j) and how hoyo managed their reveal and relevance (?) I think seeing the rankings will explain mostly everything but if you have any questions please feel free to ask!!

(I want to say that I like all the characters, I am a person who finds it east to love characters lol)

In no particular order, except for Noelle and Xingqiu, who are the uncrowned queen and king of my heart and party and Xinyan. Pls hoyo release my queen from hoyo jail. Criminal that they did a event about music and my girl wasn't in it.

I have to say that I am guilty of not doing most of the hangouts, so my ranking can change after them. I foresaw me being tired from playing genshin, so I am only hyperfocusing on the characters that are more interesting to me first and when this gaming block disperses, I am going to do the hangouts and enjoy them lol

IT'S ME WHO IS SORRY ╥﹏╥ I kept this ask for sooo long ajdkashjashda pls send me more asks, I love reading and answering them 👉👈❤ they are very fun!

On my side, I don't mind if you want to stop being anon! I would love to interact with more people from the genshin comunity, even if it is a bit scary❤ so take your time and do as you wish, I will be happy either way 🤭

[karmas-chameleon]

A lil short featuring Manfred taking my S/I to see a doctor. It takes place a while after my latest chapter, when they're sleeping in the same bed, and after some sort of NSFW stuff has at least been discussed.

The first bit is based on stuff that has actually happened to me and I'll add a big content warning for it:

This contains descriptions of trauma caused by gynecologists/doctors in general.

It was bedtime, and I had just finished up in our bathroom, exiting in my most comfy pajamas and prepared to snuggle up in our comfy bed. There was only part of me that wasn't entirely comfortable, and though I tried to stifle it, it must've come across on my face as I crawled under the covers.

“Are you alright?” Manfred asked as he wrapped an arm around me.

“Um, yeah, I'm fine.”

“I've seen your expression every time you've come back from the bathroom, Miss Martin. And the staff have seen your laundry. You must know it's pointless to lie to me.”

I looked away with a red face, shifting slightly further from him.

“I'm not trying to embarrass you,” Manfred said, in a softer tone. “I simply want to make sure you're healthy. You need to see a doctor.”

“I'll be fine,” I muttered, sounding far more like a petulant child than I'd hoped. “J-just give it a little time.”

“I'm no medical professional, but I don't believe the best treatment for an infection is to let it fester. There's nothing wrong with getting a little help.”

I glared at him, hoping it would convey what I lacked a quick, witty retort for. He was a hypocrite and I knew it. The man wouldn't see a doctor for anything less than a missing limb, and even then I could imagine him trying to walk it off.

“What's stopping you? Money? You know I'll pay for everything, no matter how ridiculous the cost. If it's embarrassment, I assure you-”

“It's not embarrassment,” I snapped. “And it's not money, or anything else you can fix. I can go to the doctor. I'm a grown adult, I can handle it. If it was anything but this, anywhere but there-” I gestured between my legs, “I wouldn't have a problem.”

I looked at the wall, trying to push down my emotions. I could feel them welling up, about to escape containment into the awkward silence between us.

“...What's the matter?” Manfred finally asked, nearly whispering the question. “You can tell me anything. Please.”

I took a deep breath. “I haven't had…good experiences, with gynecologists. Ever. You know how I told you about my vaginismus? How it hurts if I try to put anything inside of me?” I looked back at Manfred just long enough to see him nod. “Well, I told them that too. But it doesn't matter, with them. I can tell a doctor exactly what hurts me, and how much, and they smile and nod and forget all about it.”

I sniffled, and my voice began to waver, but I kept speaking. It had to be said, to someone who might actually sympathize, what I'd suffered with for so long.

“The last time I went to a gynecologist was for a pap smear, years and years ago. I didn't want to do it, but my doctor wouldn't prescribe me any more birth control unless I did. And my periods hurt so bad without that, so…I went to a gynecologist. I told her about my problems, and the pain, and she promised me it wouldn't hurt too bad, and that she'd stop if I asked her.”

My voice became a whisper.

“But she didn't. Not when I said ‘stop’, not when I said ‘that hurts’, not when I…when I just screamed.”

I collapsed into Manfred and began to sob, and his arms wrapped around me in an instant. They were my only comfort as the horrifying memory came back to me in full force, as the wailing and tears from the past mingled with those of the present. It had been a mistake, baring my soul to him. In my mind, I was back in the hospital, still sobbing as I realized that not a single person cared about my pain.

I was slowly pulled back to the present by Manfred's soothing voice, assuring me that I'd be alright, and everything would be okay, and that he'd personally hunt down and kill whoever hurt me. My mind was still too foggy to make his words out exactly, but that was what I suspected I heard, at least.

“That…wasn't the first time, either,” I mumbled into his chest. “Just the worst. And it's why I'm not going back, not ever.”

“But you're not alone now. I can come with you, and stay by your side, through every second of it. I won't allow anyone to harm you. And if they dare-” his grip on me tightened, “I'll see them in court.”

“Th-thanks. But I'm not sure if a doctor being rough with a patient is enough to sue, is it? I mean, there's always a bunch of paperwork they make me sign, I assumed something in there protected them from stuff like that.”

“Perhaps. But I don't believe for a second that anyone who would hurt you is entirely innocent. Such a wretched person would no doubt have skeletons in their closet, so to speak. I could find something.”

“Well…why don't we just see what happens? I'm sure there's at least one good gynecologist out there.”

“You're willing to go, then?”

“Only if you come with me. And stay.” I looked up at him with eyes still somewhat reddened from my tears.

“Of course. I'll be with you every moment, you have my word.” Manfred squeezed me gently, and kissed my forehead. “And I'll make sure that no one hurts you again.”

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I returned the clipboard and completed forms to the receptionist, and returned to my seat beside Manfred. The waiting area was a bit crowded, with the two of us managing to grab the last available adjacent seats. Even then, it appeared that he was the only man in the room. 

There were women of all ages there, from the elderly, to new or expectant mothers, to one girl around the age I was when I last visited a gynecologist. Most were alone, save for the girl who was accompanied by someone I assumed was her mother. And all of them looked simply bored. Meanwhile, my fingernails were about to tear holes in my chair’s upholstery.

“It's alright,” Manfred whispered. “I'm here.”

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. It had been a while since I'd had to use breathing techniques to calm my anxiety, but I still remembered how. Breathing with my diaphragm, holding it, letting it out slowly. I tried again and again, until I heard my name, and opened my eyes.

“Miss Martin?” a woman called from the edge of the room. “Miss Martin?”

I stood up with only slightly shaky legs, and walked over to her with Manfred beside me.

She looked at him and let out a little laugh. “Oh, your grandpa can wait out here. We just need you.”

As he stepped forward, I could practically feel him bristling at the misunderstanding, and I pitied the poor worker just trying to do her job. She was about to come face to face with a man even hardened criminals were wise to fear.

“I am here to advocate for this patient,” Manfred said, his voice steady while his eyes burned into the woman. “My duty is simply to ensure that she is properly taken care of, and that no harm befalls her. That won't be a problem for you, will it?”

It was a polite request, in wording alone. But I didn't think I'd ever heard so much venom put in a single sentence as I felt with his last question. I was certain that nobody in that hospital would hurt me, then. They might be too afraid to even touch me.

“Th-that won't be a problem, of course. Sir.” The woman turned swiftly around and set off down the hall, beckoning for us to follow without even looking me in the eye. “The room’s just, erm, over here.”

Several doors down, we were led into a room with a familiar setup: a chair, a place for me to lie down fitted with stirrups and a hospital gown laid on it, and the same cabinets I'd seen in any other doctor’s office. Not a second after we were ushered in, the woman gave me quick instructions to take off my clothes and put on the gown, and then she promptly vanished.

“I think you might've scared her,” I said as the door closed.

“Good. It's best if the staff here have some idea of the consequences of mistreating you.”

I began to change clothes, and Manfred sat on the chair in the corner - likely meant to be the doctor’s chair used during examinations, not for visitors, but I doubted that anyone could argue the seat away from him if he really wanted it.

Fortunately for the doctor, I saw him stand up just as I lay down in my gown. He came to my side when I put my legs up in the stirrups, and took my hand in his.

“You'll be alright. I'll make sure of it.” He smiled down at me, and squeezed my hand gently.

“Thanks.” I tried to smile back, even as my heart pounded so hard I could hear it. “I’m lucky to have such a caring grandpa, aren't I?”

“Feeling well enough to tease me, are you, Miss Martin?”

“Not really. Joking around just helps me ignore the heart attack I'm having.”

“I won't let anyone hurt you, my dear. I promise you that.” Manfred leaned down and gave me a quick kiss, finally managing to bring a genuine smile out of me. “You're being rather brave, and that shouldn't go unrewarded.”

“Ooh, what kinda reward am I getting?” I asked eagerly.

“...I was thinking that proper medical care would be enough of a reward, but if you'd like something else, I can certainly provide.”

“I wanna go somewhere and forget about all this. We could go to the beach, maybe. I've lived in LA long enough without going to the beach.”

“I suppose I could take you. Damon’s been pestering me about swimming long enough, perhaps this'll finally shut him up.”

“Oh, do you want to go with him?”

“What? Of course not.”

“It could be fun!” I grinned, half at Manfred's scowling and half at the idea itself. “Some places are best for just two people, but I think the beach is better with more. We could even invite some of the other people you know - what's that detective’s name again?”

“What's taking this blasted doctor so long?” Manfred grumbled at the door.

I laughed. “Okay, fine, we don't have to invite anyone if you don't want to.”

“No, no. I'd invite the whole world, if you asked me. You deserve nothing less.” 

He took my hand again, and I closed my eyes. I was safe, I was loved, and I could feel it. I'd nearly stopped worrying about the gynecologist as I focused on the beach trip ahead of me. I'd be able to relax and have fun, and forget all about this.

I would be alright.

[nerdy-talks]

Hope all is well Miss Nerdy! I was scrolling through your posts and I’m curious about the figures you collect so i have some questions if you don’t mind answering

When did you start collecting? What got you into collecting? First figure you ever got? How many figures do you own atm? What is your favorite figure? Newest figure? Most expensive? Cheapest? Any preorders you have atm? Which figure your looking forward to most? Any duplicates? Shrines? Bootlegs? Holy grail? If you could only keep 3 figures what ones would you choose? Favorite figure company? Favorite figure type? How do you display them? Do you follow an aesthetic? Do you keep boxes? Any regrets? Any bad experiences? Would you ever sell your figures? Plans for the future? Hope you don’t mind all the questions but I started collecting late last year so I like hearing other collectors thoughts, opinions and experiences 😅 and if you feel like it can you include some pics? tysm! - newbie collector anon

All is well here, lovely anon! Thank you for asking, and I hope all is well for you too 💙

I never mind answering questions, especially regarding hobbies (:

I'd like to properly respond to each and every question and add a few pictures as requested just please forgive the terrible photo quality, the lighting in my room is pretty horrendous TnT, so I will put all of that under the cut ↓↓

To answer your questions :

- I consider myself a life-long collector. When I was a very young child, I used to collect acorns with a neighborhood friend of mine. I also collected plushies. Then I moved on to collecting Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. That eventually turned into collecting anime, mostly DVDs at first. Then around the age of 15, I began collecting figures and other merch.

- I mentioned it very recently, but I'll say it here too : Black Butler is actually the reason I got into collecting figures! ^^ After getting hooked on Black Butler, I had stumbled across Nendoroids for the very first time. And, well... it's a rabbit hole I fell down and have never been able to pull myself out of. Not that I'm complaining lol With that being said! With the new upcoming season, I am REALLY hoping that Kotobukiya will re-release their Black Butler ArtFX-J 1/8th Scale Figures. Since I missed out on them initially, I'd love another chance to add them to my collection. Fingers crossed! x(>w<)x

- My very first figures were the Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive Nendoroids, which I still have sitting safely on my shelf (:

- According to my MyFigureCollection account... I currently have 450 owned figures with 46 ordered/pre-ordered. Keep in mind that I've been collecting for well over 10 years now, so everything just ended up accumulating lol

- My favorite figure? Ohhh, that is an extremely difficult question to answer, anon! If we're talking about my favorite figure that I currently own... Then I have to choose Kotobukiya's AftFX-J Version 2 Shoto Todoroki 1/8th Scale Figure. The flames and the ice are done beautifully, and he's actually larger than a lot of my other 1/8th Scales, which was a pleasant surprise ^^

- My newest figure is a prize figure of Aizawa from My Hero Academia

Like teacher, like student °w°

- Currently, the most expensive figure I own is the Kotobukiya 1/8th Scale Figure of Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia. But my most expensive figure I have pre-ordered so far is the Freeing 1/8th Scale Figure of Riku Kurose from Ten Count.

- I have many cheaper figures, but I think the cheapest figure in my collection is a mini figure of Rengoku from Demon Slayer. I had used points at Hot Topic and got it for under $2 lol

- As stated before, lovely anon, I have quite a few pre-orders. That's because I always pay in advance, so it's easy for all my pre-orders to accumulate... especially with delays being piled on top of original release dates that are months+ later. But it gives me something to look forward to ^^ If you're curious, this is my current list of pre-orders :

I really want to pre-order the Elias Pop Up Parade to accompany Chise, along with some more Nendoroids and other figures that are supposed to go up for pre-order in the coming days/weeks.... so this list will probably grow soon xD

- I'm honestly looking forward to a lot of figures, anon! (: I am always hoping for future Obey Me! figures... but currently, I cannot wait to see how the LookUp Figures of Deku, Uraraka, Bakugo, and Todoroki from My Hero Academia by MegaHouse turn out. I'm sure they'll be absolutely adorable, which will make them a must have! ^w^

- I have a few duplicate figures that I've gotten from blind boxes. Who knows.... Maybe one day, I'll host a giveaway where I can pass on my duplicates to a loving home (:

- I plan on building a shrine of best boy Shigaraki once I receive every figure I possibly can of him 💙

- My only bootlegs are a few mini figures from Hetalia and the original L Nendoroid from Death Note. But thankfully, I'll be receiving the authentic remake of Nendoroid L in the near future ^^

- My number one holy grail that I would happily sell my soul for is (seriously, if someone wants to buy this for me... consider me your obedient dog! You can even collar me like Shirotani here ¬‿¬ ) :

Again... I'm serious. Woof woof~ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

My other top holy grails are the Scale Figures of Worick and Nicolas from Gangsta, and the scale figure of Camilla from Fire Emblem Fates :

- Another unbelievably difficult question to answer! ;o; I think if I had to choose, my picks would be the 1/8th Scale Figure of Levi from Attack on Titan, the 1/8th Scale Figure of Souji Okita from Hakuoki, and both Nendoroids of Shigaraki and Dabi from My Hero Academia (I know I'm cheating, but please let me have this! lol)

- My favorite figure company is a tie between GoodSmile Company and Kotobukiya.

- Nendoroids used to be my favorite type of figure. Of course, I still love them! But my taste isn't set on one particular type of figure anymore. I genuinely love Scale Figures, Nendoroids, mini figures, gachapons, Prize Figures, Pop Up Parades, Look Up Figures, etc.

- My entire room serves as my display space lol But I have all of my figures protected from dust mostly. A good portion of my Scale Figures are stored in a china hutch with glass doors. Then the rest of my figures are on bookshelves, behind clear vinyl that I use as makeshift doors. I used to have Detolfs, but I got SUPER paranoid more than I already am after hearing/seeing multiple people talk about how their Detolfs exploded. So now, I literally just use Velcro and vinyl sheets for my bookshelves, which works perfectly and are obviously safer than glass doors. I also have a fish tank rested upside down on a table that I use to display figures. Oh! And you know those hard case Funko Pop Protectors? Most Nendoroids fit perfectly in them (:

- The only "aesthetic" I follow is a hoarding aesthetic haha xD In all seriousness, anon.... While I can admit that following an aesthetic looks nice and pretty, I just cannot limit myself like that. I order what I like and that's it :3

- Currently, I do keep all of my boxes which I keep in storage bins/containers. I may have to re-think saving every box once I run out of room completely... But I'll cross that bridge when I eventually come to it ^^"

- I suppose I could say collecting in general is a regret considering it's not a cheap hobby lol But I would never say that since collecting gives me that dopamine high I desperately need. What I do regret is not picking up certain figures when I had the chance because aftermarket prices are ridiculous. But aside from that... Nope, no regrets here (:

- The only bad experience I've had so far was almost getting scammed out of a Shigaraki Nendoroid. Thankfully I got my money back and bought him from a reputable seller instead, then picked up another Shigaraki Nendoroid from the site I normally purchase from when he was re-released. Since he's best boy, I needed a second copy lol

- At this point in my life, I have absolutely zero intentions on selling any of my figures, plushies, BluRay/DVDs, manga, keychains, wall scrolls/posters, pillows, acrylic stands, etc. I genuinely love every single item I own, so for now... everything will be staying in my possession ^^

- My future plans include expanding my collection until I literally have no room left. I still have a good amount of free shelf space in my main room where I plan to display my pre-orders and possible future orders. I've also converted my walk-in closet into an extension of my room, so I can fit a few bookshelves in there. After that, I'll be able to use half of our spare room for my collection. But I shouldn't have to worry about that for quite a while xD

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Again, thank you so much for the ask, dear anon!

This was fun to answer, and I appreciate you taking the time to inquire about my collection (:

I'll leave you with this : figure collecting definitely isn't for everyone. It's an expense. It takes up room. Those reasons alone oftentimes cause new collectors to abandon the hobby. So before you impulse buy like I sometimes do lol, especially due to FOMO, I highly recommend thinking about whether or not you'll still love that figure a year from now. How about 2 years from now? 5 years from now?

Of course if you end up losing interest in a particular figure, you can always re-sell it. But as someone who walks the fine line between collecting and hoarding... That's sometimes easier said that done (unless you don't have a problem like me xD)

By the way, I think this needs to be said! Never let other people's opinions discourage you from a particular figure/figure line. Because honestly.... there can be some pretty toxic people within the community.

For example : sooooo many people drag Pop Up Parades through the mud. Yet I own multiple PUPs, and I think they all look amazing, especially for the price. Are they scale figure quality? Of course not! But anyone who expects them to be is delusional (because no $40ish figure is gonna have the same quality/standards that a $150+ figure has.)

Or people will say certain figures look "weird" and "ugly", yet have never seen them in person or are literally nitpicking on the silliest things.

Or people will make rude comments about someone's figure choices, like if it isn't aesthetically pleasing, if their room is too empty/bare or too cluttered, etc. Half of them are a bunch of hypocrites too. I won't elaborate any further, just know that I often sit there and laugh at those kinds of comments lol

Anyway! At the end of the day, you are the only one who needs to be happy with your collection. So just do what makes you happy and keeps you feeling fulfilled 💙

And even though you may not be able to get every figure you want, pace yourself accordingly/within your means and try to have fun with the hobby, anon! (: