#seriously though why do I do this to myself

[belowaveragesaber]

It was a surreal experience. Firstly, there was no sort of preparation — I'm the prince, there's no way the dragon would try to take me. If I met a dragon, it'd be to take it out! ...Or, more accurately, it'd be my free funeral precession, given I'm not going to butcher a migratory animal simply moving to warmer climate.

But secondly, the tower was... surprisingly not that bad? It was furnished, it was connected to a library... it only had feminine outfits, which was obvious given its usual clientele, but... Frankly, I had been looking for an excuse.

Did you know that the way dragons perform thaumaturgy is simply by speaking to the world around them? They command nature to output given effects directly, skipping the aria and magic circle stages entirely! God, it makes me wonder why I even wanted to study the faeries to begin with—

But this exact revelation could've only happened if I had gotten into this scenario! The time alone, with only a dragon for company, had given me truth.

...Knights were fewer and less common than I expected, frankly. I occasionally found myself sighing wistfully at the fantasy of a gallant, golden knight, but... well, lo and Behold, not many of them were gay. News had broken that I was the prince, not princess, after all.

So, I simply waited. I could use transmutation thaumaturgy to sustain myself, along with anything the dragon didn't eat. (Though the portions were a bit... big.) Every now and again, I decided to ingrain some Rituals into the construction of the tower.

And then I waited some more. The Rituals had begun to overlap with each other. Any arcanist worth their adamantine knows that layered Rituals get exponentially more complex, but can also allow for increased thaumaturgical potency. "By ten layers, even the laws of physics could be manipulated" was a common phrase. The domain of an old arcanist was an impenetrable fortress of bending space and shifting temperatures.

... And then I waited some more. My dad hadn't even sent a letter. I would've known if he did, too! I had set up a familiar network to acquire new books and find grimoires, and ended up stationing some around the tower out of sheer boredom. They played poker every now and again when I wasn't controlling them. Not one time did I see a letter. A pigeon. Not even a sprite! Seriously!

I think even the dragon could tell it was weighing on me. I had begun to converse with them via the language I had been learning slowly, painfully and thoroughly, and was surprised at the care they had in every word.

Time had lost its meaning, frankly—it was only a vessel from which more study may be performed. So I couldn't tell you how long it had been when I begun to see "It's" presence. "It" could hardly be called a person, but "It" could also not be called an object. Only "Something."

..."It" made me wonder things I hadn't pondered before. Why was it that nobody had done anything? Over the course of this scenario, I believe I had only seen two or three people, perhaps four.

"It" brought me clothing. "It" brought me knowledge. "It" brought me energy, fervor, windows and names.

Perhaps, if I used a layered ritual, I could deceive distance itself and invert the Astral Projection process to transport my physical body across space—then, I could figure out exactly what was happening. The mind was far easier to move than the body, of course, so I could simply set a second ritual to do that after.

...The air tore itself open as I ran through the circle placed upon the floor. What was once my window to the outer sky was now my window into my old room. Cold, unused... unloved.

You got kidnapped by a dragon because your uncle, the king, had no daughters. You were the closest thing the kingdom had to a princess.

[meinii]

Hi, I love your twin dad Caleb fic. Can we have more twin dad Caleb fic, with the twins as toddlers

hi anon! tysm for your request, hope you like this! ♪

“toddlers dad Caleb”

content: babies♡, fluff, I know it’s short don’t kill me ໒꒰ ྀི ′̥̥̥ ᵔ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ྀིა

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the sound of tiny feet padding against the wooden floor echoed through the house, followed by the giggles of two overly energetic toddlers

Caleb sat on the couch, head tilted back, watching as his twins—his chaotic, unrelenting little troublemakers—raced around the living room

“slow down, you two” he warned, though there was little force behind his words. he was used to their boundless energy by now

his daughter, the louder of the two, grinned mischievously

“catch me, papa!” she challenged before sprinting off again, her brother hot on her heels

Caleb sighed, rubbing his temples “sweetheart, if I chase you, you’re going straight into a pillow fort prison”

“pillow fort!” his son gasped, coming to a sudden stop. his wide eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to his sister “let’s make one!”

his daughter considered it, then nodded with exaggerated seriousness “yes. the biggest one ever”

Caleb groaned as he pushed himself up “why do I feel like I just played myself?”

turns out, when his kids said biggest pillow fort ever, they weren’t exaggerating

the living room was an absolute mess—cushions stacked high, sheets draped across chairs, stuffed animals crammed into every open space. it looked less like a fort and more like an elaborate hideout

his daughter poked her head out from inside, giggling “you can’t come in, papa!”

Caleb crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow “oh? and why not?”

his son appeared beside her “’cause you’re too big!”

Caleb placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be offended “too big? I’m not that big”

“yes, you are”

“wow, betrayal from my own children”

his daughter giggled “sorry, papa”

Caleb crouched down, peering into their fortress “fine. if I can’t come in, then at least tell me the password”

the twins exchanged a look, whispering to each other before turning back to him. his son grinned “chocolate milk.”

Caleb chuckled “good choice. alright, you little rascals, I’ll go get some”

as he stood up, he heard his daughter whisper to her brother “papa’s the best, huh?”

Caleb froze

his heart swelled

he glanced back at them, watching as they happily adjusted their fort, completely unaware of how much their little words meant to him

yeah, he really wouldn’t trade this for anything.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've sometimes seen people who are in the conversion process wondering, "wouldn't it better if I was just an ally?" and it's something I've felt before, too, until I realized that what I was doing was conflating a sense of belonging with allyship in a way that can be almost disingenuous.

I know for myself personally, I don't feel a sense of belonging when I ally myself with a group of people. As a man, I don't feel I belong with women simply because I ally myself with them. I have always considered myself someone who allied themself with jews, but there was something deeper about this allyship. I felt belonging in ways I never did with other groups I allied with. It was always an inexplicable, unshakable feeling of belonging that told me my allyship was rooted in something deeper than just conviction.

I can only speak for myself, but I found that I continuously questioned my motives for conversion to the point where I was preventing myself from doing anything. I've realized that were I to remain an ally, I would not feel fulfilled in life because my connection to judaism runs too deeply, and it always has.

[gt-daboss]

The Double Lie

Warnings: PTSD implied, Heavy Angst, lots of crying, self-hate, lots of tension, kinda whumpy (but a happy ending!)

~1500 words

(This is by far my most self-indulgent story I've ever posted)

“Honey!” A sickly sweet voice called from the kitchen, her voice as songlike as he had always remembered it, yet like everything after his escape, it felt different. “The cookies are cooled, do… do you want to eat them together?”

There it was, the very fact that she had to ask. He hated it. Why did she have to ask him to eat cookies together- why? He knew the answer, but it only made it worse: Because I asked her to.

Before he could even properly respond, her head peeked through the crack in the doorway. Her eye, larger than his head, scanned the room for him. “Oh- were you sleeping?” Cleo suddenly whispered, before spotting him on his desk.

Markus almost didn’t want to respond, as though if he stayed silent his problems would too, but alas… “No, sorry, just… focused…” he almost left it at that, but seeing her dejected face made him stir up some extra courage, “I-I’d love for a cookie, actually, that would be great.”

Building up courage to talk to your wife, you’re so pathetic

It didn’t help that she was taking deliberately quiet steps, no doubt so that she wouldn’t ‘startle’ him like she had their reunion together.

With a clack, Cleo set the plate down on his desk and sat down opposite to him. The smell of her cooking made him look up at the treat she was offering. Three cookies for herself, and one -much smaller, though still giant-sized- for him. The scene brought back so- so many memories, but as with everything, the same creeping feeling returned to ruin it.

“So…” Cleo said, plucking the chocolate-infused wafer between two fingers, raising it quickly to the sky. “How’s the book going? Your editor finally ready to publish?”

Right, his book, the story of what happened to him, thankfully, he had already finished it, meaning he would hopefully be able to leave that part of his life behind. “It’s going… we’re hoping to finalize it this week actually.”

Cleo’s eyes sparked with joy, her wonderful smile that he loved lit up like a firework, even he couldn’t suppress a smile seeing it, she was just that infectious. “Oh my god, that's wonderful! You better eat your cookies now, you deserve it. Plus,” she said, in a singsong voice, raising her treat to her mouth and taking a bite, “these have gotta be the best cookies I’ve ever made, seriously babe.”

But instead of responding in kind, supporting his wife, or even just saying nothing at all, He couldn’t. Without even thinking, he blurted

“Can- can you chew quieter?” already as he said it he felt like an asshole, Cleo had gone out of her way to give him a treat, to help him- And he was spitting on her. Quickly scrambling, he added, “It- damnit- It just… it reminds me of uhm… of what those people did.”

Cleo stared blankly, if only for a moment, but it was all he needed to let the self-loathing continue. It was only a matter of time at this point; he was a shell of who he once was, he knew it, his friends knew it, and now, Cleo would know it too.

“Oh- oh uhm, yeah, of course, of course I can. Yeah, that was kind of silly of me to not notic-”

“No,” he interrupted, he couldn’t stand the thought of slowly losing her, slowly watching as her love for him, her love for who he once was, slowly fall apart as she realized that man was gone. At least- at least, if I go out on my own terms, I can save her the time of realizing it for herself, at least this will be quick. “You- you don’t have to appologize for me being a half assed piece of shit.”

Cleo’s eyes widened, stuttering for a moment, “Markus, you-”

“I just- why do you even humor my requests when they are stuff like that? You’re a giant, and you need to eat, I… I shouldn’t even be asking you to do stupid things like that to make myself feel better.”

Markus couldn’t even meet her eyes, but he felt them boring a hole into him, like ripping off a band-aid.

“It-it’s not stupid if it makes you more comfortable,” she responded, but her voice sounded strained, like she was struggling to talk to him, his heart ached at the thought, but it has to be this way.

“Dammit Clee’ I- I just- I’m scared of you chewing loudly, I’m- my heart races when I hear loud footsteps,” He responded, eyes averted as he grit his teeth and looked down, as if that would ease the pain. “I can’t even be around you without making you follow my bullshit ‘rules’ because I’m- I’m scared, and I don’t know why but I am. How- How can you even be around someone like that?”

Now Cleo’s voice sounded very strained, a giant-sized frog in her throat blocking her airways. he knew if he looked up he would see her distraught face, tears brimming her eyes. “Because, Markus,” She said, sniffing and swallowing her frog, “I love you. Is that not enough?”

There was no turning back now, “Cleo,” he started, his own vocals betraying him as well as he struggled to get his thoughts past his tongue. “The man you used to love is gone, I-I’m not him anymore, I’m not strong, I’m not brave, I’m pathetic. You don’t deserve someone who can’t-”

“That's enough!” Cleo shrieked, “I won’t I won’t hear another damn word. Not one. Not one!” she glared daggers into him, as if daring him to interrupt her passion. Eyes wet, she could still see his small form on her desk, the person she had failed to protect.

“I said I love you,” She screamed, her voice shaking with a hurricane of rage, fear, and love. “Not you from the god damn past, not your- your imagined version of yourself where you are ‘strong-’ I love,” she hiccuped from the tears, before jamming a finger in his direction. “You. The man standing in front of me right god damn now, and nobody else!”

Neither responded for a while; only the heavy, exasperated breathing of the giant and her occasional hiccups were heard.

“Cleo…” but his words ignited the fire inside her once again,

“You- you wanna talk about the real ‘half assed piece of shit,’ well you’re looking right at her! Right in front for everyone to see,” she rebuked, tears streaming down her face like a river. “The only- the only giant who would let their human lover get kidnapped right under her fucking nose because she was such a half assed piece of filth!”

“You- You talk about strength as if somehow- as if SOMEHOW, you have lost it. I can’t imagine how, considering while I was sitting at home, with all the ‘strength’ in the world, utterly fucking useless. All I could do was sit in this house, and cry, cry until my voice went hoarse, so nothing. While you not only saved yourself, but everyone else who had been captured by those vile, despicable cockroaches- I couldn’t even get myself off the floor to HELP YOU!”

…

It seemed Cleo had wanted to say more, but her body wouldn’t let her- voice hoarse and constant hiccups, sniffs, and floods of tears making it impossible to do anything but look at her lover while she tried to calm down. It wasn’t easy, but eventually both of their hearts stopped racing at last. Wiping her tears from her eyes, Cleo moved from her chair to her knees, looking upward at Markus on the desk.

“I just… I just-” she tried to start, but her fire from earlier was gone, “I just never got to say that I was sorry, sorry for letting that happen to you- you came back and I-I- I wanted to say it right away, but I knew you were hurting and didn’t want to put my own stress on your plate, All of this could have been prevented in the first place if I… if I…”

“Cleo,” he interrupted, again, he couldn’t stand to see the love of his life in such constant distress, especially with him being the cause. “It’s not your fault.” Instead of responding right away, Cleo simply looked up at him.

And he looked back.

And suddenly, after being pressed against the neck of his wife in a hug, squeezing as tight as she could- as he did the same back- their problems seemed to go away. At least for this moment when they were together.

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Phew~ done. Yeah, as I said at the beginning, this is definitely my most self-indulgent piece I've written. But I hope it was still enjoyable to everyone who read who ISN'T me lol

[crinkly-spinkly]

Hey, are you planning on speaking up about some of these posts I've been hearing about regarding you and some of your peers? It's a lot of really serious accusations and such, even if its getting very little traction seemingly /gen /srs

Listen, those of y'all who have known me in this fandom know that I take my posts seriously, making sure I take the proper precautions to label and censor my adult content appropriately and abide by Tumblr's Guidelines.

I don't know anything about Haru's past other than what he's told me, but I know Nirmal hasn't given anyone a reason why we should believe a word she says. She has been very well known to create multiple accounts and stage conversations in the past to try and make other people look bad on her behalf.

As far as I'm aware, this woman is throwing a toddler tantrum because I told her, speaking as an admin of the model train group community she was in...

(That she later on called a harem because I'm the only afab person in the admin group - taking normal club group photos we've taken at events and saying LOOK SHE'S PROBABLY FUCKING THEM - sexualizing myself and dozens of other people without our consent. Actual fucking sociopath behavior)...

... that she was "discouraged from attending the shows we attend as a group due to her behavior online".

Because you know, she made us all actively uncomfortable!!

This all began with her calling someone she thought was a minor a slur.

And can I go on a brief tangent to mention the belittling of sex workers? - It's not just all about the obvious fake porn bot scams. It's a legitimate profession with heavily administered safety regulations. She would learn this if she took a step back and educated herself for two fucking seconds, but no. Her word is law and we must chastise anyone who exposes a fucking collarbone.

Comparing OF models to murderers is psychotic.

And even moreso is telling all this to someone she thought was A CHILD and then telling them to GET STUFFED.

And THAT all started because she brazenly lumped Palestinians with scammers, got called out for it (initially by a minor in this screenshot) and then proceeded to react with name-calling and aggressive bullying to anyone who disagreed with her views because she is actually incapable of talking to anyone like a normal human being.

Now she's upset by the real life adult consequences of her actions, because she believes she's untouchable for being "born first". She's grasping at every straw she can make up to drag down myself and anyone who interacts with me by:

- making up conspiracies with little "evidence" other than copy/pasting textbook definitions of psychology terms

- smearing 20+ personal pictures of myself (none of which imply any sexual nature), my partner, and dozens of fandom members (including minors) scraped from any social media she can find so she can spout her fucked up sexual hypotheticals

- posting my +18 art publicly and claiming it's pedophilia/a danger to minors because it's themed around TTTE, even though the art is of consenting human adults, posted under an account that states minors are not allowed to interact, and full versions are locked behind a paywall where you need to prove you're +18 to pay for it,

- and making 600 alternate accounts to scream about how a significant chunk of the fandom is "victimizing her" for not being allowed to get her own way.

Meanwhile she's still found talking publicly to minors about how she "hates genitals/young genitals" and going into inappropriately excessive personal details in conversations.

Where is she getting the idea that I'm acting inappropriately with minors when she is literally doing that???

Tell me these aren't the ramblings of a mentally unstable individual.

Mentally sound adults in their 40's don't fucking do this.

This is exactly why we don't want her at events anymore!! Because we don't want to have to do damage control if she can't keep the topic of hating sex out of her mouth in every fucking discussion!!

In regards to my +18 art, my censored preview images are labeled appropriately as mature sexual content, posted under the appropriate tags to avoid being seen in mainstream tags, and I make it known in my bio that minors should not interact with this blog or they will be blocked. And I often encourage anyone to speak up in case anything gets missed or overlooked.

At the end of the day, it's the parents' responsibility to monitor their children's internet access. As the artist, I am only responsible for taking the right avenues to make sure that this type of content is only seen in the appropriate places. Not just to respect minors' safety, but to respect those who do not wish to see such content. It's why I keep that shit under a separate pseudonym.

If you're actively seeking out my adult content, then you've purposely chosen to disregard the warnings and disclaimers. That is YOUR fault.

In public, a responsible artist should keep that content separated from professional settings.

You know, not like this:

Meanwhile she's on multiple social media platforms, blasting explicit material in public mainstream tags so she can show that I'M the "degenerate predator" and should be burned at the stake.

Imagine you're at a convention or public event - and this random crotchety middle aged woman waltzes in with a dress covered in Gordon's face, waving around a big banner of some random person's censored pornography of consenting adults, screaming about how she's disgusted by sex and the fact these images exist.

Notice how the artist isn't waving that shit around?

Yeah, the police would be called in a heartbeat.

And this is all while pretending she's her own fan saying she's "done nothing wrong".

We know it's you, Nirmal. You're not slick, sweetie.

"Disturbingly Sexual Art" and "sexualizing human forms", god forbid an adult is attracted to another adult. Just because nobody finds you attractive, doesn't mean everyone has to bow down to your conservative brainworms.

So to you, the Anon reading this, take all this as you will and make your own judgements as you see fit. All I know is that I'm done catering to the whims of a random batshit lunatic woman on the internet, who names her cat after a character she wants to hypocritically fuck, with nothing better to do in her middle aged lonesome life than pick fights with strangers in the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom, because she wasn't allowed to get away with abusing minors.

In my humble opinion, she better shape the fuck up and take action to better herself... or she can go drag her face across some grass and swallow the dog shit she finds along the way.

Either way, I'm done. I'm tired. I have bigger adult matters to worry about like the three jobs I work, the state of our crumbling nation, neighbors at risk of getting deported, and making sure my family and special needs brother in law still have fucking healthcare.

Not that she would know anything about empathy. She's most likely gonna say I might be fucking them too because I live in her head rent free and she loves nothing more than fantasizing about people in fucked up illegal sexual situations 🫶

I'm not responsible for parenting her adult-child ass and teaching her how to behave like a normal human being. None of us are.

That's on her and her alone.

If someone says I should respect them because they're old enough to be my mother, then they better fucking act like it.

This is the last post I'm making about this.

This weekend's Patreon post will be up on Sunday.

[mumblesplash]

heartbreaking: this viral post is saying things you completely agree with in the most irritating way possible

[arcane-ish]

Again, depends on what a "hot" war is.

I still think Zaun mostly exists because Piltover has no interest in murdering them.

We know Zaun doesn't have the capabilities to exterminate Piltover because if there was Silco would have done it.

And while I don't think that it's as easy as Jayce says that they could just easily defeat Zaun with hextech weapons (Cait has hextech weapons, but she still sucks at locating Jinx), I do think Zaun exists by the fact that Piltover doesn't have anybody ruthless enough in Piltover to just say "well, just kill their air supply while also blocking the bridge and just let them choke and starve till they are ready to give up".

And if we take League lore seriously, Piltover doesn't need any fancy hextech, they would just need somebody evil enough to blow up and dams and that would flood Zaun while doing considerably less damage to Piltover because it is higher up.

But Piltover doesn't do that, because they don't hate Zaun enough. They don't even have enough business interest to keep a hold of it, or else they would never have voted to hypothetically give it freedom.

I think it's too Silco's credit that he was always only thinking of a defensive war/never showed any interest in taking over Piltover.

But similarly Piltover consistently treats Zaun like it's this weird confusing place they don't really know what to do with (hence why they considered voting for its freedom).

Which is different from a "I would like to overrun your capital and install myself there" type of imperialist war or a "your oil is vital to my interests and it has to be secured at all costs" resource securing war or a "I consider you a blight on this earth and my goal is to exterminate you" extermination war or even a "that thing where you live used to belong to me, and I want it back" war.

It sounds instead like it would have been another, just even more violent "police operation/soft invasion" where Vi and Cait want to take out something they consider a threat to Piltover. Closer to a "I shall bomb the Houthi rebel leader and hope that will somehow magically stop the attacks". Though I wonder if they would have ever gone a "I must free you from your evil leaders, huh, what, why aren't you greatful" story.

But again, probably not, because again, these writers are not actually that interested in politics.

That's why I always thought having somebody actually evil and ruthless and smart in charge of Piltover, somebody like Camille, would actually have been an interesting plot, with like Vi and Cait have to work with various Zaunites to stop somebody actually decisively, strategically evil, even Ambessa's evil is pretty half arsed, she doesn't actually care about hurting Zaun or taking over Zaun, she just has her small fry goal of securing her weapons and escapting the Black Rose; and Viktor of course actually wants to help Zaun is his weird way. So we never really had a full on "we should exterminate them like rats/we should crush them" type of villain.

Even Cait's revenge filled dictator turn is still pretty infused with "I don't want to anything too bad".

Which isn't really a bad thing. Hate that deep that you want to exterminate the other is that frequent (though it definitely exists) and it very likely was a lot less on people's mind 10 years ago when those plans were first made.

And crimes and wars out of very muddled and mixed and contradictory and half hearted motivations is stil something plenty of realistic and frequent.

If I compare what the artist said (writers favorite idea of a battle on the bridge) and what Christian's pitch says (take back the undercity with violent force) sorta matches, but not really. Because the image looks more like Piltover is being attacked with superior weapons rather than the pitch idea of Piltover trying to take the undercity.

It's interesting that the things on the Zaun side look pretty spacy purple?

So maybe it turned into a weird space shit thing was kind of always in their heads (and we did get hextech cannons versus Noxians + weird space/mage shit).

It's funny how much the scene looks like a tower defense scene, whith the purple things advancing and being zapped by a lightning tower.

ARCANE | Zaun Vs Piltover Battle Keyframe | Charles Lee

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[ofgrenvde]

Titus Aydin He smiled at her confession, finding her confidence and uncertainty endearing. "Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say too," he told her, continuing their slow dance. "And yeah, your friend pushing you away was weird timing. Maybe he had somewhere important to be." The music provided perfect cover for their conversation—intimate despite being surrounded by others. Her teasing about his croissant addiction made him laugh. "I'm sure I could quit anytime," he said with mock seriousness. "I just don't want to. Why deny myself something that good?" When she mentioned getting him hooked on something else, his curiosity peaked. Then her lips found his and everything else disappeared. He kissed her back without hesitation, pulling her closer as they stopped pretending to dance. When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead against hers. "I've been wanting to do that again since that night at your place," he admitted. "Been thinking about it more than I probably should."

Millie Zhao she didn't get what was wrong with mateo but she wasn't worried about that too much in this moment. millie was more worried about titus and what was happening between the two of them. she couldn't help but to laugh at him and how he spoke of her croissants. it was endearing, that's for sure. as he kissed her back, butterflies filled her stomach and she melted against him. she couldn't help herself, especially not when someone she liked as much as she liked him was kissing her. millie smiled at the man as he parted from her, her hand having shifted to cup the side of his neck. "why didn't you kiss me sooner then?" she teased him.

Titus Aydin That was a fair question—he'd been thinking about kissing her again for days. The moment felt right with the music playing and her so close to him. Her hand on his neck made it hard to focus on anything else. Why hadn't he kissed her sooner? He'd wanted to, definitely. There had been moments at her bakery, at her apartment, even earlier tonight when he almost did. But he'd held back. "I guess I was waiting for the right moment," he admitted. "Or maybe I was just being cautious. Didn't want to rush things and mess this up." That was true. He'd been enjoying getting to know her, and while he thought about kissing her constantly, he hadn't been sure if she felt the same. The charity event wasn't exactly the place he'd planned to kiss her either, but now he wished he hadn't waited so long. "You were busy and I didn't want to come off too strong," his gaze were on hers for a moment before he whispered, "but since you're being demanding," before she could even retort, his lips was on hers again.

Millie Zhao she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t hoped he’d kiss her again after he kissed her at the dinner they shared. Titus was respectful though and she appreciated that but she liked being close to him. As the two of them held each other in the middle of the dance floor, all she could focus on was him. Nothing else mattered. “I don’t think you ever come off too strong. Trust me, I’d let you know if you were.” She reassured, her thumb ghosting over his bearded jaw. As he spoke again, she went to respond but before she could, he was kissing her again. The feeling made her melt against him once again and she wasted no time kissing him back.

Titus Aydin He nearly lost it at her comment—she had no idea how much he'd been holding back. The music faded into background noise as his focus narrowed to just this moment between them. "I can never be too sure. There's a lot of creeps in this town and the last thing I want to do is scare you off." His hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer as they swayed. The way she touched his face made him forget they were in a crowded room. Her reassurance that he wasn't coming on too strong gave him the confidence he needed. When their lips met again, it felt different than the first time, more certain, less hesitant. She tasted sweet, like strawberries or maybe he was just hallucinating. The thought crossed his mind that he could get used to this—dancing with her, kissing her whenever he wanted. He forced his mouth away, his heart racing, "I should stop. Pretty sure people are watching us."

Millie Zhao Millie wasn’t usually this lucky when it came to things like this but she assumed it was due to the fact that she didn’t usually make time for it. She certainly made time for Titus though, that was for sure. “You haven’t done anything that’s even close to scaring me off.” She reassured. Kissing him felt right. It was something she craved and something she didn’t want to end but as he parted, she smiled up at him before looking around and blushing slightly. She managed to hide her face in his chest for just a moment, “l forgot where we were for a second. I was a little distracted.” She teased softly.

Titus Aydin The way she pressed against him made his brain freeze completely. God, he hadn't expected tonight to go this way at all. The music faded to background noise—just a dull thump matching his heartbeat. He'd been so worried about seeming like one of those pushy guys who didn't take hints, but here she was, hiding her face in his chest after that kiss. That kiss. He couldn't even think straight anymore. All he could focus on was how she tasted like strawberries and how perfectly she fit against him. When she admitted forgetting where they were, he almost laughed from relief. At least he wasn't the only one feeling this weird magnetic pull between them. His past relationships, his work problems, the crowd around them—none of it mattered right now. "I did too," he said before he decided to shoot his shot. "You can say no to this, but after the bid is over, did you want to get out of here? We can go wherever you want to."

Millie Zhao she was certainly smitten. Millie was into him and she hoped that was obvious by the way she melted against him and if not by the way she melted then by the way she kissed him back without hesitation. There was chemistry and it was undeniable between the two of them, that’s for sure. What he said next was completely unexpected and she couldn’t help but to smile a little, “I’d like that a lot.” She breathed out, her body leaning against his and her arms coming around his neck. “Still set on buying by donation, aren’t you?”

Titus Aydin He didn't expect her answer. She actually said yes. The charity gala continued around them, but he barely noticed any of it now. Just the fact that she wanted to leave with him later. The way she moved closer, arms finding their way around his neck, made something click into place. "I'd like that a lot too," he said quietly. When she mentioned donations, he had to laugh. That conversation at Sweet Fortune came back to him—she actually remembered his stupid joke. "What can I say? I'm consistent." The music got louder, pulling him back to reality. They were standing there while everyone else moved around them in their fancy clothes. None of that mattered much right now. "And yes, still set on buying by donation. I figure it's working out pretty well for me so far." He looked over from the dance floor for a second before turning back to her. "How long do you think this is going to take?”

Millie Zhao she wasn't easy but she was interested in titus and the energy between the two of them was certainly undeniable. millie smiled at the man in front of her, she couldn't help herself. tonight had gone better than she could have ever imagined, and she was genuinely happy. as he looked around the dancefloor, she shrugged. "i'm not sure," she paused, "but everyone's had something to eat so i assume that the bidding will happen at any point." she added. her fingers played with some of his hair on the back of his neck, "why? are you impatient?" she teased him, her brown eyes gazing up at him in an affectionate manner.

Titus Aydin Her fingers playing with his hair made his whole body hum with something he couldn't name. God, they were just standing here while everyone else did their charity gala thing around them—and all he could think about was getting her alone and ravishing her. Not that he was trying to rush her out or anything. But he’d waited long enough and was running out of patience. "Eager is definitely the word. I can sit through the bidding if I have to, but I keep thinking about what happens after." Funny how she remembered that stupid donation joke he'd made weeks ago. It wasn't even that clever, but she'd laughed anyway. He liked that about her—how she found him amusing when he wasn't even trying. "Maybe…" he said, tugging her closer. "Would it be wrong if I was? Seriously, would anything bad happen if we leave right now?"

Millie Zhao the man in front of her was definitely making her feel wanted. Millie liked feeling desired because it felt like forever since the last time anyone had made her feel that way. She blushed lightly, her smile widening further as he continued on and her stomach flipping in excitement. She leaned forward, her lips ghosting over his and her fingers dancing over his bearded jaw. “No.” She breathed out, “nothing bad would happen so,” her fingers fell to the collar of his shirt and played with the top button, “if you want to get out of here, I wouldn’t say no.”

Titus Aydin Her "no" was all he needed to hear. Thank god, because he wasn't sure how much longer he could've stood there making small talk with these charity people. He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her through the crowd—didn't even bother saying goodbye to anyone. Who cared? His mind was already racing ahead to what would happen next. The cool air hit his face as they burst outside, and suddenly everything felt more real. Damn, was this actually happening? At his car, he couldn't wait another second—he turned her around and pressed her against the door, kissing her like he'd been thinking about for weeks. His whole body felt electric. She tasted even better than he'd imagined. "I hope you know, I have every intention of stripping you naked and fucking you senseless," he whispered against her mouth, not caring how desperate he sounded. He kissed her again, harder this time. "Your place or mine?" he asked, already trying to figure out which was closer.

Millie Zhao she couldn't help but to let out a giddy giggle as he pulled her through the crowd and that's mostly because she didn't realized he was as impatient as he was. that made her that much more excited because well, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it before when she was alone. millie followed him toward his car and then gasped as he pressed her against his car. this definitely felt like something she'd read in a book and experiencing it in real life was exciting. she kissed him back, hands cupping his face and her body pressing impossibly closer to his. goosebumps coated her skin at his confession, practically speechless at the whole situation. "whose is closer? i just," she rubbed her hands over his chest, "i want you." she cooed.

Titus Aydin Her answer about wanting him sent a rush of heat straight through him. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. "Let's get out of here then." His place was closer—just ten minutes away. He kissed her once more against the car, deep and hungry, before opening the passenger door for her. Every red light on the drive felt like torture. His mind kept racing with all the things he planned to do to her tonight. When they finally reached his place, he couldn't get her inside fast enough. The door had barely closed behind them when he pushed her against the wall, his mouth finding hers again. His hands explored her body, one gripping her ass while the other moved to her breast, squeezing gently through her dress. She felt perfect against him—soft in all the right places. He broke the kiss only long enough to whisper against her ear. "I've been thinking about this for weeks." His body pressed harder against hers, making sure she felt exactly what she was doing to him.

Millie Zhao this certainly wasn't the way she expected things to go but she wasn't complaining. she thought about being with him in this way more times than she'd like to admit and to know he wanted her just as much was reassuring for her. once they pulled up to his house, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. the entire car ride felt as though it lasted hours and she was growing impatient. luckily, she didn't have to wait long once the two of them stepped through the door and she couldn't help but to let out a moan as he pressed her against the wall. she already loved the feeling of his hands moving over her body and she needed less barriers between the two of them. her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, lips breaking away for a moment to trail down his jaw and to his neck. "god, i've wanted this for so long."

Titus Aydin Titus's eyes locked onto hers as he whispered "me too," against her ear, his cock straining against his pants. He couldn't wait any longer to taste her. His mouth left hers, trailing down her jaw, and neck, as he made his way to the sweet spot between her legs. Dropping to his knees, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs, his eyes fixed on the prize. Raising her leg, he placed it on his shoulder as he gazed up at her, his eyes burning with desire. Without hesitation, his tongue darted out, licking her pussy. He groaned as he tasted her, his cock throbbing in response to her sweet taste. He lapped at her, his tongue probing her entrance. He couldn't get enough of her, his hunger insatiable.

Millie Zhao her head tilted back against the wall, her kiss swollen bottom lip coming between her teeth as he trailed his lips over his jaw. millie loved the feeling of his lips on her skin and she knew it was something she wasn't going to get tired of. her stomach flipped in excitement at the sight of him moving down to his knees. seeing him look up at her the way that he did made excitement shoot straight to her core. moaning the moment his tongue came into contact with her soaked pussy, she tangled her fingers in his hair. "titus," she gasped, her hips rocking against his mouth. "that feels so good."

Titus Aydin His eyes never left hers as he devoured her pussy, his tongue lapping at her entrance, his cock straining against his pants. He groaned—his mouth watering at the taste of her sweet cum. Her whispered encouragement only fueled his desire, his tongue probing deeper, sucking on her clit like it was his favorite treat. He felt her tremble beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked against his mouth. Titus' cock throbbed in response, desperate to be inside her, but he couldn't tear himself away from her pussy. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking against her sensitive spot, her gasps and moans music to his ears. He was in heaven, his hunger for her insatiable, his mouth watering for more of her sweet release.

Millie Zhao her face twisted in pleasure, moans leaving her lips with each flick of his tongue. Titus knew what he was doing, that’s for sure and she almost forgot how good it felt to be with another person. Her moans grew louder, not caring if anyone could hear her, and her leg practically buckled at the feeling of him flicking against her sensitive spot. “Oh god, right there.” She gasped, her fingers tugging on his hair as she practically held him in place and came undone on his tongue.

Titus Aydin Titus' tongue danced across her pussy, lapping up every drop of her sweet cum. His fingers slid effortlessly inside her, curling upward to stroke her G-spot as he sucked her clit like a starving man. Her moans and gasps only fueled his desire, his cock straining against his pants, begging to be set free. He devoured her, his mouth watering for more of her release. As she came undone, he waited until her trembles subsided, then scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal-style into his room. He laid her down on the bed, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her again, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips. Slowly, he stripped her of her dress, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured before his lips met hers again.

Millie Zhao her moans of pleasure filled the room as she came on his tongue, her body shaking. She still felt as though she were dreaming because she never really expected this to happen. As he scooped her up, her lips found his neck and her teeth grazed his skin, making sure to leave a small mark as if to let everyone know that he was hers, at least for tonight. Kissing him back once he laid her down, her hands found their ways back to his shirt and he finished unbuttoning it before pushing the material down his arms. She peered up at him once he got rid of her dress, her body fully exposed to him and the way that he was looking at her drove her wild. As she kissed him back, her hands tugged at his belt. She needed him and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

Titus Aydin He stripped quickly, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Moving to the bed, he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers trailed down her body. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them to stroke her sweet spot, her moans driving him wild. He added a third, stretching her as he licked and sucked her neck. When she was wet and trembling, he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. Once fully sheathed, he moved—his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing gasps from her lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove deeper, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

Millie Zhao he had to have been the most handsome man she’d ever seen and she couldn’t help but to allow her eyes to scan over him before he climbed on top of her. Moans left her lips as his fingers entered her, her head leaning back against the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed. “Titus,” she whimpered, “I need you.” She breathed out. It wasn’t long after that, that his cock replaced his fingers and she gasped at the feeling. It’d been so long since she been with anyone but he still felt amazing. Her hands gripped her shoulders, her hips rolling against his thrusts and practically begging for more. “You feel so good.” She moaned out, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer to her.

Titus Aydin Titus's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her writhe beneath him, her moans fueling his desire. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her onto his throbbing cock with each powerful thrust. His pace quickened, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He leaned down, biting her earlobe as he whispered filthy promises, his breath hot against her skin. His cock pounded into her pussy relentlessly, the tight heat urging him on. Reaching between them, he found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he growled, "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my cock." His thrusts grew more frenzied, his muscles tensing with the effort to hold back his own climax. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around him, to hear her scream in ecstasy before he allowed himself release. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued to drive into her, his fingers working her clit with relentless determination.

Millie Zhao each thrust made her wish she’d done this with him sooner. Millie’s lips were parted, moans filling the room as he brows furrowed and she focused on just how good he was making her feel in this moment. As soon as he found her clit, she let out a loud moan. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel her high approaching, her body trembling with each pump of his hips and flick of his finger. As it finally washed over her, her toes curled into the mattress and her body arched against his, his name leaving her lips over and over again.

Titus Aydin He kept thrusting into her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy with each hard pump of his hips. He gripped her tighter, feeling the heat of her body against his as he drove into her relentlessly. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing it in tight circles as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He could tell she was close, her body trembling beneath him. He pounded into her harder, wanting to feel her cum around his cock. As her orgasm hit, he felt her pussy clench around him, her body arching up off the bed. He kept fucking her through it, not slowing down as he chased his own release. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with her moans. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. With a grunt, he came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her up. "Fuck, Millie," he growled out her name, his body tensing with the force of his climax.

Millie Zhao tonight had been more memorable than she ever expected it to be and the way he took care of her in the bedroom was something she definitely enjoyed. As she came undone, her nails slid down his back and her head was thrown back against the pillow, her kiss swollen lips parted as moans continued to leave them. She panted softly, her body slowly coming down but the aftershocks still making her tremble under him, especially as he chased his own orgasm. Gasping softly as he came inside of her, her half lidded lust filled eyes watched the man on top of her come undone. She leaned up, stealing one last searing kiss.

Titus Aydin He hauled her up by the hips, kissing her like he meant to bruise—all teeth and the sharp tang of her sweat. His cock stayed buried in her pussy, half-soft but twitching when she clenched around him. “Just need a minute,” he grunted, palm rough against her breast. Her nails had raked angry lines down his back, the sting sharpening every thrust. The room reeked of sex and her perfume, a combo that made his head swim. She kept making those choked-off noises, hips rolling like she wanted him deeper even now. Watching her sated, eyes glazed. Fuck. That had to be the hottest thing ever. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. Yup, he was ready to go again. The bed creaked when he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. “Not done with you yet.” And with that, he entered her again, growling at how perfect she felt. “So fucking tight.”

Millie Zhao she kissed him back, fingers tangled in the back of his hair and a satisfied smile gracing her lips. She assumed that this was the end of their night together, even as he mentioned he needed a minute but she was certainly wrong. Gasped as he flipped her over, she followed the noise with a loud moan and gripped the comforter under her, “oh my god,” she moaned and shifted to move her hips back against his, clearly wanting more, especially now that he’d entered her a second time.

Titus Aydin He gripped her hips hard, pulling her back onto his cock, the slick heat of her pussy driving him wild. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled, thrusting deep, his balls slapping against her. The sight of her bent over, ass up and ready for him, sent a primal surge through him. He leaned forward, one hand braced on the bed, the other sliding around to tease her clit as he pounded into her. “So fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. Her moans only spurred him on, his pace relentless, each stroke deliberate and deep. He could feel her walls clenching around him, but he wasn’t ready to let go. “Not yet,” he warned, slowing just enough to prolong the torture. “I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers pressed harder against her clit, determined to drag every ounce of pleasure from her.

Millie Zhao the way he fucked her was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced with other partners and this was turning her on more than she could express as he drove his hips against her. Whimpering as he found her clit again, she could feel her high approaching again. When he told her not to cum yet, she whined. “It feels so good,” she panted softly, “please,” she practically begged, wanting nothing more than to released around his cock for a second time that night. She gripped the comforter tighter and pushed herself up onto her knees, her hips moving back against his in a needy manner despite her shaky legs.

Titus Aydin He couldn’t get enough of her, the way her pussy gripped his cock as he drove into her from behind, each thrust deeper and more desperate than the last. His hand tightened on her hip, the other still working her clit with ruthless precision. “You’re such a good girl,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, praising her for holding back as he’d demanded. But his own control was slipping, the pressure building at the base of his spine, his balls tightening with every stroke. “Now,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent, “come for me.” The moment she obeyed, her walls clenching around him in a pulsing rhythm, he let go completely. With a low groan, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside her as his hips jerked uncontrollably, his release crashing over him in waves. He stayed there for a moment, breathless, before slowly pulling out, and plopping down on the mattress with an arm around her shoulder. “Jesus… That was incredible.”

Millie Zhao. cries to pleasure fell from her lips with each thrust of his hips, her head tilting back slightly and her brows knitting together as she concentrated on not coming undone. She was so close, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Once he gave her the okay to let go, it didn’t take long for her high to take over her body. Shaking in pleasure, she clenched around him and let out a loud moan. She didn’t care if his neighbors could hear her or not. She was too overwhelmed with pleasure to care. Panting in disbelief, she rested against his chest as he pulled her into him. Her hand came up to his jaw, leaning in to steal another kiss from the man. “You’re incredible.” She breathed out.

COMPLETED

she couldn't help but to smile at the man in front of her. this was promising. titus wanted to spend time with her just as much as she wanted to spend time with him. "good. that's what i was hoping you'd say." she admitted. "i mean, i kind of felt like you would want to but i don't know. weirder things have happened. you know, like my friend over there pushing me away out of nowhere." she spoke, nodding toward mateo. she had no idea what happened there. laughing at his next confession as she swayed along to the music with him, she gazed up at him. "i'm sure you could." she spoke in a teasing tone. the warmth of his hand on her waist was something she wasn't ever going to get tired of, that's for sure. as he spoke, she smiled in almost a shy manner. "maybe i could get you hooked on this…" she trailed off and shifted closer to him, her lips finding his in a soft kiss.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I brought in some homemade peanut butter fudge for my coworkers, today, as well as some ornaments as little holiday gifts, and everyone who saw me expressed appreciation ... it felt really nice, I won't lie. Just ... to do something small for others like this. And I've been noticing that whenever I reach out and try to help or comfort or offer something to someone else, it makes me feel a bit better.

I think sending out tree messages yesterday had a similar effect, and helping the kiddos on Thursday with building gingerbread houses and making shakers for their sing-a-long. It's hard to put into words, but it feels like I'm finally coming out of the funk I've been in, and it's because I'm choosing to be kind in spite of everything I'm going through.

[mars-ipan]

interesting disability mindset development: i think my gaining a “proper” physical disability is making me realize that my anxiety is also very much a real disability that should be taken more seriously

[deoidesign]

happy birthday! I just wanted to let you know that I came across this account after seeing this sick horror piece of old time churches, decinding to follow the page, and then realising that it was the same artist who'd written that sick comic on time travelling werewolves and vampires which I'd lost. and they're both t4t too ! effervescent

thank you!

Honestly it is an extremely unfamiliar reality that someone could know me from multiple different things... Not sure what to do with that but I'm glad to have impacted you in small ways and I hope to continue to do so! So thanks for being here, I'm glad that fate brought us back together haha

[fluffyhellspawn]

there are so many characters here aaahhh....wont bother tagging them all LMAO Third q'd post! No idea if i set the post thing onto "in order" but.....wueuewuw....fissure.............save me...

[mad-hunts]

[msdk-00]

life is strange 2 is making me sad as fuck. i think sean diaz has suffered more than jesus

spoilers in tags

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