#so it won't be ready for september unfortunately :(((

[rawliverandgoronspice]

no but for real guys I actually can't believe the spike in skill that occured in... not even a couple of months??? The one in the left is from February, and it took me *less time* to make the one on the right.

The trap now will be to NOT fall in the infinite loop of redoing stuff over and over again in search of ultimate perfection, but damn

[exhaslo]

Puzzle Pieces Pt. 2

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Part 1

Warning: Eventual Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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Normally, the inside of a freezer would be packed with boxes of meat or other cold food. Normally, a freezer would just be a place where workers popped in, grabbed the item they were looking for, and popped out. Unfortunally, this was no normal freezer. Behind the large wall of maze like boxes, was a large room.

Miguel's lazy gaze followed out of the maze and into the ice cold room. There, in the middle, was a man hanging upside down. Miguel's men all moved away from the hanging man, waiting for their boss' order. Miguel let out a quick sigh, watching his breathe.

"I only like to be this cold in the winter," Miguel started as he walked around the upside down, "What month is it?"

The prisoner just spat towards the floor, refusing to answer. His scowl towards Miguel and his men was filled with anger. Miguel scoffed in response and snapped his fingers. In and instant, Ben punched the man in the stomach. Peter bend down and grabbed the enemy by the hair.

"I don't like repeating myself."

"Tch, September." The man hissed. Miguel scoffed again,

"So winter is still a ways away." He stood in front of the man and pulled out a large meat cutting tool, "Vulture has some nerve having his men enter my territory. Looks like I'll have to teach him a lesson again."

"Kill me all you want, but Vulture won't be shaken by the likes of you!"

"Kill?" Miguel snorted, his cruel laugh echoing the freezer, "You must be new. We Spiders don't kill-"

Peter and Ben dropped the man to the ground, ignoring his grunts. The two brought him to a chair and held him down. Miguel's smirk grew wider as he approached the man slowly,

"Simplemente romperemos cada hueso de tu cuerpo. Una vez que hayas aprendido tu error, haremos lo que hacen las arañas y te sacaremos de tu miseria. (We'll just break every bone in your body. Once you learned your mistake, then we'll do as Spiders do and put you out of your misery.)"

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It was finally time for you to go home. Your body was exhausted from working. If everyday was going to be like this, you honestly might not last. Slowly making your way out of the supermarket with some groceries, you whimpered. After walking a block, you finally cried. It was such a rough day.

The sheer pressure of everyone's presence was going to break you. Rubbing your eyes, you whimpered as people passed you by without a care. That was normal. It was normal. Shuddering a sigh, you continued to walk to your new home. No one ever checked up on you. No one ever thought to care how your feelings were. So why bother now?

Once you finally arrived home, you put your groceries away, showered and plopped onto your bed. You were too tired to make dinner. Too tired to check your laundry. Reaching for your phone, you double checked your alarms in case you fell asleep. As you did, you saw a text from one of your friends.

'Hey, so I know you don't want Eddie to know you moved, but like, he seems really worried.'

Your eyes started to tear up. Some friend. They were falling right into Eddie's palm. This was why you only told your parents and like two people about your sudden move. You had hoped they would keep a secret, but you should have known better. Which was why you never told them where in NYC you were.

'Don't tell him.' Was all you replied with.

This wasn't fair. You moved away for a reason. All you could do was hope that your parents and your two friends would stay quiet. Sobbing into your pillow, you curled into a ball and wept yourself to sleep.

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If any part of you was ready for a vacation, it was your eyes. They had bags all packed up and ready to go. You had been living in Nueva York for about one month now. It was still a hard adjustment for you. The trains scared you, your neighborhood scared you, your job scared you and your past haunted you.

"The usual?" Your supervisor questioned.

You raised your head tiredly, knowing that phrase by now. It was the handsome man from your first day. He only appeared every now and then to either pick something up or to do into the freezer. If not him, then one of his men.

"Number two, zero, nine, nine."

"Yes, sir."

That was a code you still couldn't memorize. Once your supervisor left, you slowly turned to place your wrapped meat into the display case. Your gaze focused on the handsome man before you, captivated by his intense stare. You could feel your heart race as it felt like he was glaring into your soul.

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Miguel had entered the supermarket, wanting to grab a quick bite to eat. He was in the area and wanted to escape his lackeys. They were about to have a meeting with another mafia gang, but Miguel had no intension of making peace.

Approaching the deli, Miguel inhaled deeply. It was busy and loud. He tilted his head, looking for the shy bunny, aka you. Once he spotted you, Miguel furrowed his brows. He approached the supervisor, demanding his usual. Once the Supervisor left, Miguel got a better look at you.

You faced him and froze. Those wide glossy eyes of yours had a wave of exhaustion. Your skin looked paler despite the redness of your cheeks. Miguel could see you tremble as you made eye contact with him. Your face turning even redder. It made him chuckle. Miguel was both amused and annoyed.

"You've gotten thinner, conejita (bunny). Are you not eating properly?" Miguel asked out of concern. Your lips parted ever so slightly,

"N-Not...um...N-Not really...B-But that's m-my fault." You whispered, shaking from his pressence.

Miguel's eyes widen as he finally heard your soft and sweet voice. It was like honey to his ears. You were so quiet that he almost didn't hear you either. Miguel watched as you played with your fingers, your sleeves rubber banded against your wrists. He furrowed his brows, wondering why they weren't rolled up any higher.

"What's your name?" Miguel asked. You flinched, glancing up at him again,

"(Y/N)." You answered.

"So sorry, sir! She's still learning the ropes here!" The Supervisor panicked as he rushed over with Miguel's order. Miguel nearly shot him a glare,

"I spoke to her first." He said and returned his gaze towards you, "It was a pleasure, (Y/N). Until next time."

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You felt your breathing return to normal as Miguel parted you with a goodbye. The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded so sweet. It almost made your heart flutter. Almost. Your fear of him was far greater than admiring him.

Returning to work, you couldn't get Miguel off your mind. You had known his name for a while, but now he finally knew yours. That and he even noticed that you lost weight. Not even your closest friends or family noticed back home. Your shoulders sunk at the thought. Were you losing too much weight now?

It was hard. You always got home tired and didn't feel like doing much of anything. Whenever you did manage to make food, it was something simple and unhealthy. This lifestyle wasn't working out for you. Perhaps you needed to schedule a doctor's appointment and get professional advice?

"M-Maybe...I'll do that...later." He mumbled to yourself.

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Miguel made his way out of the supermarket, still thinking about you. He entered his vehicle, letting his driver take him back to his headquarters. You were so shy. Not like any of the other girls. Leaning back in his seat, Miguel glanced over to the woman whom he fucked earlier that day.

What did he have to do to hear your moans? You weren't going to give him anything fake. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he licked his lips at the thought. His cock buried deep into your shaking body. Your moans coming out almost pornographic as he ravished you. Oh, the thought couldn't be anymore sweeter.

"Parece que tengo un conejito que cazar. (Looks like I have a bunny to hunt.)"

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@migueloharacumslut @18lkpeters @deputy-videogamer @leahnicole1219 @synamonthy @thedevax @jolynesposts @thraetor @freehentai @2099hitmylineyline

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Are You Sure?! - Episode 5 observations

7.5/10 ☆

A couple fights over nothing in front of other people, creating an atmosphere full of tension. There's questions in the back of the audience's mind. What is underneath all that bickering? What lies under that perfect initial façade of a couple who knows everyting about what ticks the other one? They are rude, sometimes loud, sometimes they forget there's other people there. It makes a guest uncomfortable. So much so that the guest would rather leave than spend one more second there.

Is this Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf or Are You Sure?!

The Jeju trip has now ended. On a rather anticlimatic note, but a result of a day in which the need to actually stick to a format of a travel show went directly out the window. Another filler, in which the guest was ready to leave from the moment he woke up (which he did).

Episode 5 did not nothing but merely reinforce what we saw the previous day in terms of relationships dynamics. Which was to be expected. People don't change over night and they weren't put into situations that might allow for other facets to rise to the surface. Once again, Jimin and Jungkook are going about their day as a duo, as a team, as a couple, as bj brothers, you name it. The show had already been establishing that from day 1 of their trips around the world. There's the everpresent "we" and then everyone else surrounding them. From conversations at dinner, to spending time together at night, getting ready to go out or just staying indoors while one of them is taking a nap while the other is cooking nearby. Snapshots of a couple life.

One that bickers because of very stupid and silly reasons, but being together on the joke and knowing each other's boundary. A lot of people can spend years together and still wouldn't care when they cross the line.

I wanted a real fight and instead all I got was nonsense over spam or pink sausages. But I won't dwell too much on it because it's not necessary. Although it did add to the neverending list of Tedros not being able to understand the mood. He takes Jungkook's reaction seriously, he doesn't understand what Jimin is trying to say when he calls himself weaker on the boat (when Jimin did nothing but reveal his strength kink). It simply shows that his humor is not the same. And perhaps current mean spirited voices are a mirror of him, unable to take a step back and realize the nuances and meanings behind what people do and say.

There are now five weeks since AYS began. And somewhere between 5-6h of footage of Jimin and Jungkook which come after a long time of not seeing them together, despite knowing that they are together and have been throughout some major events in the last couple of years, which culminated with their joint enlistment (they might be forced to go, but it was a relief to hear them having a laugh about it in late September).

It is a shame though that the result of this show, which for some of us is a real treat as we finally get to see Jimin and Jungkook outside the specific type of silly BTS content, has also become an opportunity for complete denigration of this pair. In part by their own so-called fans. No one is forced to watch it. If the need to look for clues that reveal imaginary conflict or lack of closeness is the thing that gets them off, I'd rather not see it. Unfortunately, it is inescapable. These are people that do not deserve anything nice.

I'm excited for the final segment of the show and I want to cherish those next three weeks, even though it will all be over then. I hope there's a real return to the intimate component. Which doesn't meant fairytale happiness. It just means a glimpse into the last days of youth and freedom to be together in a way that had then to be put on hold as the harsh reality of forced "military adulthood" came knocking at the door.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Tending (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Notes: I am enjoying this way too much, I have work to finish yet here I am making sure my children are fed.

Credit goes to @/cafekitsune for the borders!

Picking the harvest was probably one of your favorite things this season. The soft sounds of nature that surround the garden as the sun lays its gentle rays upon the earth while picking the fruits and veggies give your mind a wave of peace. 

It's absolutely lovely.

Lifting that straw hat upon your head, you swiped off the sweat and dirt that had built up during your time outside. There are still traces of summer well into September, despite the dawns and evenings filling with a slight chill. 

Jack Frost sure is taking his time, huh?

There's a sense of pride that fills your very being to the brim as you examine the juicy Brandywine and Roma tomatoes that fill the wicker basket in your hold—not a single blemish or bruise on them, all are perfect! And they seem to be a lot bigger this year than the previous.

A sign of luck, you like to think it. If this year's harvest is bountiful, then the year will be prosperous.

A saying a dear relative always repeated whenever you helped out in their garden.

With a huff, you will your legs to stand straight from your crouched position, several of your joints popping from being in such a crouched stature for so long, heading over to the shaded porch where Painter resided to trade the full wicker basket for an empty one. 

And maybe some water, too. Harvesting is time-consuming, and your throat is parched.

"Hey Paints," The basket made a heavy *THUD* causing some of the items on the table to make a small jump from the force, Painter's monitor and tablet being no exception, giving the AI a small startle.

"I'm painting here." With a hiss, their narrowed eyes fixed themselves onto your sweat-riddled frame. You merely gave an apologetic smile, snatching the basket you came for and backing off before the AI started insulting you in various languages. . .

Again.

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Clip. Clip. Clip.

Large scaly fingers gently picked the green beans off the bustling bush they hung from with care to not accidentally crush them, the wicker basket set beside him steadily filling up with the surprisingly immense abundance of the green capsules. He could probably make some carbonda for dinner tonight. . .

It probably won't be on par with Mama's, pero quién sabe?

Hopefully there's enough potatoes ready. . .

A feeling of excitement fills him at the thought of making one of his favorite dishes that he ate with enjoyment growing up and sharing it with you, his favorite person.

He could already imagine your look of delight when you take your first bite of the soup, smiling wide with glee and eyes wide with surprise as you go for your second bite, little hums of delight escaping your lips as you savor the taste.

Readjusting the straw hat that was slowly falling off his head with one of his hands, and slightly pulling back on his esca—grabbing the basket with the second— Sebastian moves on to the next patch in need of harvesting once he deemed there was no more beans to pick anymore—slithering his way towards where the red-potatoes were growing, being mindful to not accidentally smush his tail on any of the plants.

A soft breeze passes by, gently swaying the plants and trees along with it. It also made Sebastian suddenly aware of the sweat clinging to his tank top and hair, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling of sweat and cloth sticking to his torso.

Though Sebastian is no longer human, he still maintains some of his most annoying human traits.

"Damn this summer heat."

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Painter got a bit tired of the heat, as it was unfortunately messing with their hardware. Nothing too serious, but you wish for your friend to be comfortable, so you placed them back inside by a fan and a window.

Well, now would probably be a good time to get some water.

Swinging open the screen door with your hip, you walk back into the garden refreshed and with a new mission in mind, with two ice-cold glasses of water in hand as you survey your surroundings to find where your lover is in the garden.

It doesn't take much looking, as you spot him slithering towards the back porch with a full basket as he fusses about with his shirt, frustrated mutters slipping out every so often the closer he gets.

With a smile, you call out to him, relishing in the way his head snaps up to meet your gaze, a look of tenderness overtaking his face once he approaches.

"Mi Amor~" Once he was close enough, he used his two free hands to wrap themselves around your waist, settling the basket full of harvest down on the table next to you—nuzzling his face into your hair as he breaths your scent in, the tension that was once present in his shoulders now ebbing away.

You could practically hear the loud purring resonating within his chest the longer he held you, the low vibrations resonating throughout your whole body.

Ah, your little fishy kitty.

Unfortunately, you don't wish to spill the water, so you push him back a few inches with your elbow—though his hands now rest upon your hips, rubbing small circles as he fixes you with a coy smile.

"Hi baby," Standing on the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against his cheek, letting out an exaggerated 'Muah!' before pulling away, handing him his glass, "-thought you would've wanted something cool to drink."

"It's much appreciated, my dear." With a grateful squeeze of his hands, he brings the glass to his lips as he downs the water quickly, Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow; the glass emptied in seconds as he lets out a sound of delight, his tail thumping softly at the wooden floor boards of the porch.

Placing the empty glass on the table beside you, he flashes you with that handsome smile you loved oh so very much, his sharp teeth adding to the charm. Oh GOD DAMN. You could feel the beat of your heart fluttering rapidly within your chest as you looked into his eyes, full of love and adoration.

Those very same eyes looking at you.

Is it getting hot out here, or is that just you?

"Thank you, Starfish. If I stayed any longer out here I probably would've dried up!" He jokes, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins, adding to his gorgeous features.

. . .The sudden urge to smother him in kisses is very strong.

Quickly snapping out of your starstrucked spell, you replied with a joking tone as well, "Oh, you poor thing~!" With a playful pinch to his cheek, you give a gentle tug and wiggle before letting go, not without Sebastian sticking his tongue out in playful distaste.

"I'll make sure to water you if that ever happens," Embracing him once again, you nuzzle yourself the best you can into the crook of his neck, breathing in his citrus yet woody musk, "-my Little Froggit."

A few beats of silence pass by, before the both of you laughed aloud at the absurdity of words that has tumbled from your mouth. His shoulders are shaking as he attempts to shush his laugher, hand flying to his mouth to further contain them from slipping out, but it was no use. What felt like hours when it was merely seconds, the sound of laughter finally winded down—the both of you left breathless, only a quiet chuckle here and there could be heard as the atmosphere calmed around the two of you.

The two of you merely stood on the porch as you settled into comfortable quiet as your surroundings filled it with natures tune.

Seconds passed, eventually turning into minutes, then rolling into hours.

The sun hung low in the sky, making it through the last bit of his long trek down as it climbed lower and lower along the welkin, shadows elongating as the colors in the sky changed, the tune of the forest now changing as the sun dipped lower against the horizon—shining his last rays of light upon the soil of the earth before being overtaken by the moon and the stars.

The moon may not have been full this night, but she still showered the land below with her soft light as the woods became alive. The trees echoed with the sounds of the nocturnal, from the hauntingly beautiful howls of the wolves to the playful yips of the foxes. From within the trees, you could see the faint light of the fireflies luminescence bodies within the dark.

With a tired huff, you leaned more of your weight into Sebastian, sleep gently ebbing away at your brain as your eyelids drooped lower and lower. How long were we out here for? You try to think of when the two of you went out into the garden, but it seems to fade away as your mind slowly turns sluggish; craving a long needed rest.

"Tired?" Sebastian voice seems to be a lot closer to your ear, a pleasant warmth filling your mind as if you ate the smoothest of ambrosia and the sweetest of honey, nudging you closer to the land of dreams.

"Mhm. . ."

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" The sound of movement met your ears as the floor below you disappears, now cradled within his arms as he sneaks into the house.

"But we haven't ate yet. . . or showered" You mumbled a protest as a yawn interrupts your sentence mid-way, attempting to climb out of his arms, but to no avail as he merely held you closer to his chest.

"I'll wake you up to make sure you eat and shower. Okay?"

". . .Mkay."

"Good,"He opens the door to your shared room, "-now let's get you ready for bed." Sebastian places you on the large bed with care as he slithers over to the dresser, picking out a pair of sweats and one of your favorite sleeping shirts before coming back to the bed. With some trouble, he helps peels off your dirty clothes, then handing you the clean ones before tucking you in bed.

Everything is hazy, your eyes are barely open. Your body feels so heavy with exhaustion, muttering out a small 'love you', to your lover before sleep finally took over. Transporting you to the land of dreams.

"Sleep well, cariño." With a kiss to your head, Sebastian slips out the bedroom with caution, carefully closing the door shut once the last bit of his tail makes it through. He listens to any shuffling from your side of the door, and relaxes when he doesn't hear any, only your breathing.

Now, let's make carbonda, shall we?

Last Part, Next Part (?)

[1000sunnygo]

Hi, do you know when chapter 1081 will be animated?

Hi!

I saw a speculative chart for episode : corresponding chapter circulating online, maybe this'll help?

So the earliest possible air date is August 31st. Knowing Toei, it may take a couple more weeks.

Bandai Spirits has Law, Teach and Bepo merches scheduled for late September. I assume they'll release after/around the time the conclusion episode airs? Not sure if there's any relation between the two since the figures are not spoilery. No Bepo update, unfortunately, gotta wait for the next Jump Festa in December for new figure previews..

IMO the episode won't be delayed beyond mid-September. Grab your tissues and get ready 😌

[throughthewaves-if]

July Progress Post 7/31/24

Read the Aquarii progress post on @aquarii-if.

Happy end of July! Hope you all had a good month. Through The Waves is currently at 28,000 words.

Unfortunately, this month has been great for Aquarii, but not the greatest for Through The Waves. I can see the end in sight, and I have a full plan for how I want chapter one to go, but sitting down and writing Through The Waves has been trouble.

Same problem with Aquarii, Sugarcube had an update, and the saves menu is kind of ugly now, lol. I'm using the same template I use for Aquarii, though, so it should be easily fixable and I shouldn't be running into any more problems.

Here's some highlights from the month of July-

Announced Through The Waves.

Hit 20,000 words.

Reached 200 followers. 🥳

And here's what I have planned for the month of August-

Finish the writing portion of Chapter One and move on to coding.

Reach somewhere between 30k-40k words, maybe 50k, but I don't have a set amount of words in mind.

Announce the two new ROs I've started writing.

Same with Aquarii, I have pretty high hopes for August. Hopefully, the demo for Through The Waves won't take much longer, and I'll have some content ready for you guys sometime in August or September. I wish you all an amazing August!

[literallycait]

Submissions Schedule

Hi, all! I know I've been absent from social media for quite some time. The last few years have been a struggle, first with the pandemic and then the onset of a difficult medical condition that I'm still learning how to live with. My existing clients are of course always my priority, so unfortunately my query inbox and social presence had to fall by the wayside for a time. But I'm back on a roll, finally almost caught up and ready to reopen to queries on SEPTEMBER 1st!

If you had an unanswered query or manuscript out with me from several years ago, you may see something in your inbox in the next day or two. Given that at this point most authors in my inbox will have moved on to other agents and new projects or significant revisions, I feel it makes the most sense to start with a clean slate, so I'm closing out the vast majority of old submissions with an automatic pass and an invitation to resubmit with the same (or new!) material when I reopen on September 1st.

So if you've been waiting to query, please get your materials ready! Please note: in order to better stay on top of timely responses, I will initially only be open for ONE WEEK. I will then close until I've gotten through all of those initial submissions, and then reopen again. The submission form link will be: https://QueryManager.com/cmcdonald

There will also be a couple changes to the genres that I'm seeking once I reopen: I will no longer be accepting queries for middle grade or for any nonfiction. Apologies to anyone who was sitting on a project in those areas.

And final note, since the site formerly-known-as-Twitter is a collapsing cesspool, this (Tumblr) will now be my main base of operations until further notice. I won't be deleting my Twitter account (yet) and I will still post announcements when I open/close to submissions on there, but I will not be particularly active when it comes to replies or interactions. It's a better bet to send me an Ask or DM on here instead--though with the caveat that I may still not be super quick with responses due to my health issue, which limits my computer time.

Thank you for your continued interest and understanding. I'm looking forward to seeing your work!

[shimakaze-revivalism]

this year i've been doing a lot of stuff that i didn't mean to do, and not doing a lot of stuff that i did mean to do. i got involved with the kink scene, i deepened my familiarity with carbonated beverages, i ate a lot of fried chicken sandwiches, i started reading again, and i played a lot of gacha.

and speaking of gacha, the only one that stuck with me from the decent-sized crop that i sampled this year was mihoyo's zenless zone zero! what to say about it . . . it's a Real Game, for one. it manages to shed the unsheddable "rubbishy" feel that is almost universal to gacha. its premise is like if andy and leyley were normal and worked as shadowrun hackers in jet set radio tokyo, in a semi-apocalyptic world where the only people around are orphans, anthros, or both. there are also sentient automatons that have cool outfits, and chubby baby bunny robots, but unfortunately neither of them have rights. it's got a really cool soundtrack, a charming spiderversesque look, and characters i found surprisingly compelling.

new music! well, new to me at least. you know ben and jerry's cherry garcia (possibly the most prominent contemporary cherry-focused ice cream flavor)? well jerry garcia was a guy who had this band that old men loved called the grateful dead. and well, i don't really care for what i've heard of their records to be honest. but it must be said that they were a jam band, and the 16 minute terrapin station gives one a taste of what i assume was the sensory height of a real-life hippy's experience, and i can imagine listening to it for decades to come.

indeed, if one wants a meal in the proggy realm rather than a bite, it's best to look to the guys that do that stuff all the time across the pond. Morgan put me on to electric wizard and their impeccable self-titled album has been in heavy rotation since. jackie put me on to yes' album relayer, and the first track provides the rarefied pleasure of hearing the singer of the irrepressibly lighthearted and goofy jojo anime ED "roundabout" trill about bathing in the blood of one's enemies.

in more occasional listening i have to rep my oshi 星街彗星 (hoshimachi suisei). her consistently strong body of work ranges from saccharine, to heartfelt, to sort of diva-core. listen, it's increasingly popular to reference hatsune miku, and it's often done with a sort of surface-level appreciation of miku, riding off of the long history miku has in overseas otaku culture. i myself have participated in this. but step outside the bit with me here. miku is a synth, an instrument. miku has all the humanity of the DX7. in fact that's what her color scheme is based on (because yamaha made both miku and the DX7)! hoshimachi suisei . . . listen, maybe people aren't ready. but she really is a virtual pop star. she's iconic. she's got a sigma grindset. she has a favorite food and a sister and friends and it's not lore it's reality. she's not a prop owned by a company, but an autonomous performer! miku is a virtual girl. suisei has a virtual face, but she's a real woman with a real dream! won't you believe in it?

staying with japanese affairs for a moment, anime has been good too! gushing over magical girls, perfect show, hannibal for anime girls, delightful and heartfelt. i also watched the vexations of a shut-in vampire princess, which was frenetic, lightning fast and kind of stupid, but i eagerly await another season. both extremely lesbian.

looking ahead, i'm extremely excited for the release of the alters, a game whose demo caught me completely off-guard, and i'm also excited to try the early access release of marmoreal, a sort of isometric completely touhoucore game with so much charm and sincerity.

that's my little roundup! have a great september!

[wrestlingisfake]

Wrestledream preview

Bryan Danielson vs. Jon Moxley - On September 25, Moxley defeated Darby Allin to earn this shot at Danielson's AEW men's world championship. If he wins, it'll be his fourth reign as the undisputed titleholder. In singles matches, Danielson is 3-2 against the challenger, but he hasn't defeated Moxley since 2010.

In 2022, Danielson approached Moxley about joining forces to advance their vision of pro wrestling, and they co-founded the Blackpool Combat Club. The faction was apparently dissolved on September 7, when Moxley turned on Bryan and smothered him with a plastic bag. Only Wheeler Yuta sided with Bryan in the schism; the group aligned with Moxley has not yet made its agenda clear, except to say that Mox tried it Bryan's way, but "diplomacy has failed," and now he needs the world title to proceed.

Danielson has indicated that once he loses the title, he will retire, so in effect his career is on the line every time the championship is on the line. Obviously, he's been building up his impending retirement for a year, but this time it really feels like the end of the road. On-screen Danielson is presented as a match for the challenger, but off-screen he's claimed that he lost strength in his legs during his last title defense. Bryan is not above misleading fans about "real" life to keep them guessing about his storylines. But at this point I believe the stories about his neck problems, and that's not a good position for a world champion unless he's about to down in a blaze of glory.

Moxley is clearly coming to mercilessly destroy Danielson, so if this is truly "the final countdown" it won't be the fond farewell fans are accustomed to. Bryan won't go down without a vicious fight, and Mox won't hug him after it's over. That would be a major bummer in Tacoma, so close to Danielson's hometown of Aberdeen. Is AEW really ready to end the show on such a huge downer? They've convinced me they will.

Will Ospreay vs. Konosuke Takeshita vs. Ricochet - Ospreay is defending the AEW international title in a three-way match, so the first man to score a fall on either opponent will win the match and the title. Ospreay and Ricochet had a historic rivalry in the mid-2010s, so there was a lot of hype around their title bout on October 2, but Takeshita ran in to ruin it. Logically Takeshita should be fined/suspended for his actions, but this is pro wrestling so they just added him to the rematch for no good reason.

I am not at all a fan of three-way matches. This match is a lazy excuse for not booking Ospreay-Takeshita, Ospreay-Ricochet, and/or Takeshita-Ricochet, and nothing is going to be settled here until we get at least two of those aforementioned singles bouts. I don't have a problem with Takeshita winning the belt. But winning it here, probably by stealing a fall from Ospreay by pinning Ricochet, isn't how I want to see it happen. Unfortunately I think that's very likely to be what happens.

Mark Briscoe vs. Chris Jericho - Jericho scored a pin on Briscoe in a trios match on September 28, so now he gets a shot at the ROH men's world championship. Jericho is seeking his second run with this title. The last time he won it, he began calling himself "the ocho," in reference to it being his eighth world heavyweight singles title. Will he become "the nueve?" I don't think that sounds as good, but we'll see.

Jericho's faction has been feuding with Briscoe's Conglomeration for months. Things didn't get really personal, though, until Chris suggested Mark would never be the champion that his late brother Jay was. Mark smacked the shit out of him for that. Although, to be honest, I think Jay would have straight up murdered him for that, so I suppose that supports Jericho's point.

I don't see the point in putting this belt back on Jericho. We've done this already. On the other hand, Briscoe chasing Jericho to regain the title is maybe the biggest match they could do for the Final Battle pay-per-view in a couple of months. That still doesn't convince me they should do it, but they might. I'm pulling for Briscoe, but I wouldn't bet much money on him.

Mariah May vs. Willow Nightingale - Willow won a four-way on October 9 to earn this match for May's AEW women's world championship.

I like Willow but the booking doesn't make a ton of sense. May has quite correctly pointed out that in the past few months Nightingale lost the AEW TBS title, lost her big feud against Kris Statlander, and lost the CMLL women's title. Obviously the 10/9 victory was meant to rehab her after those losses, but it's not enough--it doesn't even make sense that she qualified to be in a match to determine the #1 contender. That's a problem when it's very likely Willow is just going to lose this match too, since Mariah is on a hot streak and needs to be kept strong for future intrigue with Toni Storm and/or Mina Shirakawa.

I fully expect May to retain, and I'm not sure how Willow can regain her momentum after this.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Isiah Kassidy & Marq Quen - The Young Bucks, Matt and Nick, are defending the AEW tag team championship against Private Party. Quen pinned Matt in a trios match on October 4, and Kassidy scored the win in a three-way match on the 5th to earn this title shot.

If that feels like a short build to a big title bout, it's because Private Party had only just finished getting their asses destroyed by Jon Moxley's heel stable for a few weeks. Moxley's big statement was that Quen and Kassidy have failed to achieve anything in the past five years, so he smashed Kassidy's hand with a hammer to give the team some adversity to overcome. In theory it would be a dramatic turnaround if Quen and Zay and regroup to win tag team gold. But I don't sense that's going to happen, so jobbing out to Moxley's crew and the Bucks is going to be hard to come back from.

I could see the Bucks deciding they want to end their run as champs by putting over a young team like Private Party. But a lot has been invested in building them up and cleaning out the division, so I can't believe it'll really end here. The obvious destination is a match against Kenny Omega & Kota Ibushi, and it's starting to feel like that might actually be possible sooner rather than later. So I think the Bucks will retain.

Jack Perry vs. Katsuyori Shibata - Shibata has challenged Perry for the AEW TNT championship. I like Shibata, but I think his role here is to give Jack a big win over an opponent he'd never beat on paper. Perry's got a good thing going as the little twerp who shouldn't be able to beat the babyfaces, but he always find a way anywhow. It seems like we're overdue for Adam Copeland to show up wanting to get his belt back, so maybe that'll happen after the match? Maybe not? Who knows.

Adam Page vs. Jay White - This is a rematch from July 6, when Page knocked White out of the Owen Hart tournament, thanks in part to a run-in by Christian Cage. White evidently sustained a real injury that has been worked into the story, so that he's pissed at Page and (I presume) Cage for putting him on the shelf for three months.

Page's storyline for the past year has been his pyrrhic campaign for revenge against Swerve Strickland, which has eaten away at his soul. The novel twist here is that Jay is a fucking sociopath who could not give two shits about Page's emotional trauma, and isn't afraid to respond in kind to Page's ruthless violence. It is absolutely wild to me that Page is the sympathetic heel here, and Jay is the unworthy babyface, but here we are.

I think Page has to beat Jay here, and beat him badly enough to end the feud. But as a longtime New Japan fan and veteran Jay White hater, I have learned all too painfully that you can't ever count him out. So this could go either way, I suppose.

Darby Allin vs. Brody King - Darby is pissed he lost his world title shot to Jon Moxley, so he issued an open challenge and his old nemesis King answered. In one-on-one competition, Brody leads the series 4-1-1. Darby has beaten him, but he's never pinned or submitted him.

Darby's promos have been all over the board lately. He was complaining about "all the complacent guys in the back" so much that he started to sound like he was auditioning for a spot in Mox's heel group. I saw in a recent interview that he said he wants to bring out more of Brody's real-life personality, because he thinks fans would find that scarier than his on-screen presentation. Man, if Darby thinks Brody King doesn't already scare the shit out of me, then that bus must have hit him harder than I thought. Anwyay, I'm rooting for Brody, but I guess Darby needs a hometown win.

Hologram vs. The Beast Mortos - This is scheduled for the best two out of three falls, so I guess they're trying to make this feel like a traditional lucha libre main event. Hologram, formerly known as Aramis, has been undefeated since he debuted with AEW in July. Mortos, formerly known as Black Taurus, has only one singles victory in AEW, which was yesteday, against, uh, the Butcher. So yeah, Mortos has mainly been a jobber to the stars, but I think the fans dig the man-bull gimmick and he seems to be kind of getting a push now that he and Jake Roberts are aligned with La Faccion Ingobernable. Even so, I figure Hologram will win again.

Max Caster & Anthony Bowens vs. Mason Madden & Mansoor - This is scheduled for the pre-show. The Acclaimed (Caster and Bowens) have been oddly hostile about MxM Collection (Mason and Mansoor) coming to AEW, and I assume it's because there's only room for one tag team that makes weird sex jokes and isn't afraid to seem kinda gay. Personally I like both teams so I wish they'd put aside their differences, but it's not All Elite Friendship. The Acclaimed really ought to win and get back to chasing the tag title, I'm not sure what happened to that.

Anna Jay vs. Harley Cameron - Another pre-show match. Anna seems to be getting a push since returning from STARDOM's 5 Star Grand Prix, and I'm all for that. Harley is a fun character, but I'm not sure she's ever won a match, so I think you can tell where this is going. Anna has to win.

Atlantis Jr. vs. Brian Cage - Still another pre-show match. Atlantis is defending the ROH men's television title, which he won back in June. He's also the CMLL world historic light heavyweight champion, but that's not at stake and I'm sure Cage wouldn't meet the weight limit anyway. To Atlantis's credit, he has come back to ROH now and then to defend the TV title, but his last defense was in August so I suspect this match exists to get the belt off him.

[animeangelicprincess]

Update

Hey guys. I know I keep disappearing on you guys and I do apologize for that sincerely. My old charger stopped working properly all of a sudden and I had to get a new one. There is my iPhone, but in some cases,Tumblr tends to be more beneficial on my laptop in my opinion.

I also have posted the 1-year anniversary event for the @danganronpa-v3-demo-au blog, but it's... not fully ready. This is mainly due to the post being rushed and me wanting to get it out in September (the month of the anniversary). You can still interact with the page if you want. There just won't be any sprites unfortunately.

I'm also currently recovering from COVID, which sucks because I caught it on a Sunday night, just a week before Christmas. I didn't even realize I had it until like... after I got tested twice(one on Dec 19 and the other on Dec 22)! I'm feeling a lot better now at least.

As for when I'm going to be RPing again, the only answer I can give is that I will try my best be as active as possible. I can't make any promises as, like I said before, I have a job now. The day I first started on my very first RP blog was when I was unemployed and looking for work, which is why I had so much free time. I still get free time. Just not as much as I used to.

If you ever notice that I'm active but haven't responded to your interaction yet, please keep in mind that I have a LOT of interactions to catch up on. As a matter of fact, I fear that a lot of my old notifications regarding interactions have been deleted by tumblr due to me not responding to them after such a long time. If there's an RP I haven't gotten back to you on since September 6th or earler, I would suggest either finding the last thread and tagging me or starting a brand new interaction. I enjoy RPing with all of you and would love to continue to do so.

Otherwise, please be patience with me. If you feel the need to check on me, that's fine, but please make sure not to do it multiple times a day. A week prior is good enough.

Happy Holidays!

-Mod Princess

@unofficialuser @lamarlemieux

@mod-puffys-hell @miss-amethyst-needs-a-life @werewolf-makoto-naegi @laylayeh @get-outside-nekomatsu @aster-nightingale @vivuz (Apologies to anyone I didn't tag as I'm not good a remembering mod usernames ^^;)

[nimdreams]

Motherhood

Written September 2, 2022 and edited September 26, 2023

As a child I always expected to be a mother one day. Watching Gilmore Girls, I really wanted to have a daughter at a young age. The years passed and I was never in a relationship or in a mindset for a pregnancy. Going into my mid 20s, I wasn't going to be a young mother anymore. Still I thought that was what I wanted one day.

Then I got my autism diagnosis and I started to really think about what I am like and what I truly want. Did I want a child? Or did I /think/ I wanted a child? I was never interested in children, definitely not ready for one of my own. As I aged into my 30s it became clear to my husband and me that we likely would not have children. I don't think I want them anymore. When someone is pregnant, it hurts me, I do get jealous. But my health won't allow us to raise a child, the way we think a child deserves and human children aren't what I am interested in.

The hurt of someone being pregnant with a human child is nothing compared to my need for my own pups. I have always loved dogs more than humans, puppies more than babies. What I wish for is to carry my own litter, nurture them and teach them and see them move out into the world as they grow up. When I imagine my own pups, they are Golden Retrievers. Small blind balls of cream fur. I feel awkward and exposed sharing how much I want this, how I want to lick them clean and pick them up gently with my teeth. I want to rest in a pile of softly breathing woofers that are my own.

Having a dogson alleviates some of this craving. He is not the right breed, but unfortunately we cannot take care of a big breed. I don't get to mother over him as much, as he is already 8 years old and a father himself. We didn't get him as a puppy, I didn't get to fulfill my mothering needs. Having him around is wonderful though. I recognize so much of myself in him. I still get to teach him little things.

I hope to one day get a puppy again and though I won't be able to treat him as my own, as in this human body that is not possible, and would be confusing to the pup as he'll see me as human (the thought of which is painful enough), I think that will help with some of my need for my own pups. Perhaps if I am healthy enough again one day and the stars align, I'll even be able to have a mother dog and go through the process of pregnancy, birth and raising pups vicariously through her. I am not sure how painful that would be or if it would feel euphoric, but it seems like a wonderful and warm idea.

[mariesilvsews]

Life things!!

Okay so, as a few of y'all have noticed I've been absolute crap this year as far as being productive, social, existing in general, etc etc etc.

So... besides being super burned out earlier this year because of overdoing it at school, I was also just kinda overdoing it at life.

Mental health; my depresso is stresso. I'm talking to my primary care about getting a referral for a psychiatrist this week, so I can work on my depression more successfully with meds + therapy. Hopefully it'll help (fingers crossed). This right here is like my number 1 reason why I haven't done shit. It's been so bad I've barely felt like I exist.

It's been so bad I started off the new year with a menty b as well as something else that I hadn't done in years, but won't mention here.

Class starts this week but 3 (maaaaaybe 4) of my 5 classes I'm not expecting too much trouble in this semester. One should be kinda challenging? Not sure about a second one yet.

Physical health; some of y'all know, I got hand surgery last summer and while my nerves no longer hurt, I'm still struggling with the bone and ligament pains. So, I'll be contacting my ortho about that as well. I miiiight need physical therapy to work on hand strength idk. I was recommended rest but unfortunately because of the depression, I Cannot Rest™ or I will get more big sads.

I'm also just feeling shitty in general cause guess who got asthma symptoms from allergy shot therapy (me). Working on that too. ;^;

Skating classes resume in two weeks, and while I feel grossly not ready for it physically, I am kinda looking forward to it. Hopefully with help from psychiatric and pain management, I'll be able to actually participate more aah. (I kinda gave up half way through the fall class session, and didn't even participate in winter, so literally I haven't been to the rink since September.....)

Skating friends probably think I ditched them qq and I kinda did, cause I haven't gone to acro yoga or rock climbing or anything with them since before hand surgery, too. I feel bad for not joining them on things but I haven't been able to do anything lately, really.

I've baaaarely been existing and barely able to even take basic care of myself (like getting myself to brush my hair, shower, eat, drink water, do laundry, that kind of thing).

Gonna try (emphasis on try) to work on health this year mainly. I made myself a detailed list of misc goals and to-do list for this year too. I'm hoping that with the personal care needs getting better, I'll be better about working on my to-do list too. Fingers hella crossed.

[jesterboystrick]

September Writing Update & Plans

I know I don't have an audience here yet, but I'd like to try posting some casual updates on my fic writing for anyone who's looking for that. Howdy to any of my AO3 readers who found me! Here's a little update:

How is With Hearts in his Eyes ch 3 going? Working on it! I know what I want the third chapter to be, and I have a little bit written already, but it's not at the very top of the priority list at the moment because...

I'm writing a bunch of smutty one shots I plan to release throughout October! Unfortunately, working on Heart Eyes has taken a backseat while I mostly work on the one shots, but I do get a bit of progress on it here and there! I don't want to make any promises, so I can't say when I'll have more Heart Eyes up, but I'll post more as soon as it's ready to be posted, whenever that is.

As for the one shots, I'm very excited to get these out there next month! Some of them are... oh boy, I sure love working on them a lot! I'm not necessarily doing "kinktober" or following any particular prompts, but most of them do have themes that wouldn't be out of place on a list like that ;) You can expect more Zoro and Sanji smut, along with some other ships thrown in too! There's some fics I think Heart Eyes and Dressed Down fans will really like, and some others that don't have much in common with my previously posted works, but I'm excited to see the response to them anyways!

For now, the plan is to have fics ready to post on the first and last day of October, along with one per week in between... at the very least! I have plenty of extra ideas and wips for things that I could post in addition, but those are just bonuses. If I happen to finish them, I'll put them up between the others! If not, I'll put them back in the wip folder and save them for when they're ready.

Hope it's not too disappointing to hear that the next Heart Eyes update won't come as swiftly as the last one did, but maybe the promise of more smut in the near future can soften the blow a bit! I really do like what I have in store for y'all, both with Heart Eyes and my October plans, so I hope it's worth the wait! <3

[upwiththegood]

3rd September M.S.G. meeting

Well here we go again, the fist Tuesday in every month and a special table set aside by the friendly Landlord and landlady at the Fox & Goose was ready for us and whatever we should want from the excellent menu, should it be a nice bowl of soup, a bacon sandwich or whatever takes your fancy.

The agenda included what we would look forward to in the new year, as most of the months upto Christmas have a few things already organised.

So a Spring Break with a few days away, some fun and games, entertainment and decent visits which have been well thought out6, unlike t6he previous two , which obviously hadn't.

We were looking at Shearing's brochure with both coach and self drive options, both near and far and even had a brochure for a possible Tinsel and Tassel, Christmassy theme break next Autumn. Of course all of these things would need to be properly organised, with numbers interested, deposits paid and venues checked

Meanwhile a new flyer is being organised and a six month diary containing significant event

We're still struggling for number and must, somehow, sort this out as CoVid still rears it's ugly head

Something is definitely driving the masses away or making them stay at home and we haven't managed to work it out yet, even with all the things in the pipeline. Boat trip, complete with fish and chip supper, Barry's book signing event in Headcorn, complete with High Tea, singing group and drinks and a still to be organised Christmas Extravaganza, complete with Father Christmas, presents and entertainment in a lovely intimate location.

Just you wat and see.

Unfortunately, none of this will happen without some support, so please remember JFK's words of wisdom.

"It's not what the Group can do for you but what you can do for the Group"

So please support it or lose it and make a few people very happy

One won't know what you've lost until it's gone

[simplylemonboii]

I am ready for the next chapter, unfortunately I've got to wait a few months.

I've been checking the emails constantly, nothing about an N.O. yet.

Soon, last time it was around September through December that I had been working on all that

Soon. With that kind of money I won't need a roommate

May try and pick up Kitten to watch Jynx while I'm away at work. I'd be nice if I could cover housing so they can finish school

I wish their husband hadn't been so useless. Kitten always deserved better

Let's see if I can survive the rest of this chapter, make all their dreams come true

I'd say make mine come true, but to be honest I can't remember even a single dream anymore

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Games

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

This morning, after Finnegan left, I finally got around to going through my mail from last week.

Most of it was crap, of course but one letter surprised me so much that I sat down before opening it.

I didn't expect to hear back, I just submitted a few photos on a whim while Finnegan was in Michigan.

I'd thought that having something to look forward was good even though I knew I didn't have a chance.

But now I'm holding a letter from the Maryland Arts Council.

Every fall they offer a class and then do a huge photography exhibition that gets seen by important people.

People who launch careers.

People who make money for people like me.

I guess they could be nice and respond to all the applicants.

That's probably it.

Until I open it I don't know if I've been accepted or not.

It's like that dead cat in a box.

I might have gotten in.

Once I read it, I'll know I didn't.

Not that I expected to, I've never been able to devote the time and energy into it that I want to.

Some people don't have jobs and bills to pay and have parents to buy them great cameras and all the lenses they want.

I have to make do.

This class, shit, I can't go even if I want to.

Job. See? So it doesn't matter, I'll just open it.

I rip it open and then pull the letter out gingerly.

It's folded in three and I slowly flatten it out on the table.

Dear Mr. Emmett Locke.

Shit... SHIT... Holy shit I'm in.

Damn.

I'm floored, honestly and damn proud of myself.

I can't accept... I'm not free from 9 to 5 for two weeks in September and October but that's okay, just knowing I got in is enough to get me excited about working on my pictures from the beach.

Unfortunately I have to work so the pictures will wait until Thursday when I'm off.

I head to the garage and let me tell you, Peter is glad I'm back if the sign, chocolate bar and little note saying 'better you than me today' is any indication.

We have cars in both bays and two parked out front, they got a little backed up last week so I spend the day doing two sets of brakes and some transmission work.

When I get home Wednesday evening, Finnegan is gaming.

His tongue is out and he's laser focused.

He's at least taken time to get out of the monkey suit and get himself a drink but he doesn't even look at me when I walk in.

"Hey darling."

No answer. Okay?

I go get cleaned up and out of my dirty clothes and then start on dinner.

Once the pasta is cooking I sit down next to him.

I didn't see much of him Monday or Tuesday, so much for not needing to be in the office, so I'm glad he's home for dinner tonight.

"Short day for you. I'm glad. Dinner in about ten minutes."

"Not hungry, wanna play."

Okay, I've been patient.

"Did you have dinner, Finn?"

Because if so, when I got home would have been the time to tell me.

"Nope."

"Then you'll eat when it's ready."

"No."

He's never been this bratty before.

I wonder if something happened at work today or if this is just from having no little time Monday and Tuesday.

Maybe he's in withdrawal after last week.

I snake my hand down behind him and press against his hole right through his undies.

"You'll do what I say, Finn."

He's still trying to play but I lean over and nibble on his neck.

"Emmett."

"For being a brat you can come set the table."

I know this game autosaves so I grab the remote and turn the TV off.

"No, Emmett. That's mean."

"Ignoring me when I got home was mean, Finn. Telling me you won't eat the dinner I made is mean. I think you desperately need a lesson in how to treat me."

He's not mad now, he's smiling.

"I like lessons."

He follows me into the kitchen and grabs the salad, taking it to the table.

Before long we're eating, I just had to drain and sauce the pasta and he is shoving food into his mouth.

Not three minutes later he hops up, drops his plate in the sink, mumbles a thank you and disappears back into the living room.

Nope, not happening.

I finish eating and when I head out he's playing the game again, of course.

He hasn't even sat down, he's right up against the coffee table as if it'll help him play better.

I haven't done that since I first started watching porn.

I decide that if he's going to play... I'm going to play with him.

I grab the lube and then yank him down onto my lap.

"A good little boy doesn't treat his master like this, Finn. Now you're going to make it up to me."

"No, Emmett. I'm playing. Gonna beat the boss."

"I'm the boss, babe but you can keep playing. In fact, I insist."

I grind my cock against his ass while palming him.

He squirms, pressing against my hand.

"It's hard, Em."

"Lots of things are hard."

Our cocks, playing while being messed with, life.

"Lift up."

I manage to wiggle his undies down and then I perch him on my knees so I can really play with him.

I decide to hold him by the balls and start opening him up with one finger.

His thighs are flexing and he's clenching around me but managing to play, somehow.

I wonder how long he can do it.

Eventually I have two fingers massaging his spot while I slowly jerk him off.

He finally tries to put the controller down.

"Feels so good, Emmett."

"Uh uh but you keep playing. Your game is more important than me, so you just keep going."

"Is not, I'm sorry."

He tries to turn around but I hold him in place.

"Not yet you're not. Keep going."

He picks it back up and I tease and mess with him for another twenty minutes.

There's a rivulet of sweat going down his back and I've lost track of how many times he's died.

"Please? Please Em. I need you."

"I thought you wanted to beat the boss and you haven't yet, have you?"

"Can't concentrate Em. need lovies."

"Is that so?"

I love playing with him but I only have so much self-control.

I nudge him forward and he ends up on his knees, chest resting on the coffee table.

"Keep playing, Finn."

"No, want lovies. Please Em."

Well, if his hands aren't busy holding a controller.

"Show me... hold that little ass open for me."

Damn that's sexy as hell.

I really like his hands back here and he does have a sweet, sweet hole.

"You've been a very naughty boy, Finn."

"I know, I'm sorry Em. Will you hurt me?"

He's begging for it, he wants it rough.

Fine.

"You deserve it. You shouldn't ignore your master because when you do, you'll get in trouble and you, little boy.... are in big trouble."

Time to make him scream.