#spin it around and around and see a new angle every time and clearly it's all there but maybe it can't ever be fully unfolded

[everchanging-axis]

Ghost Trick and the Murder Machine

*Ghost Trick spoilers ahead!*

Someone's probably said this before I have, but it originally struck me as odd when Lynne said, (of the murder machine), "Once Cupid fires his arrow it's all over." Because the puzzle isn't actually about stopping Cupid from firing. You simply redirect him. It nagged at me for a while until I realized something.

The whole machine is Kamila's. Of course, Cupid setting off the gun is symbolic of the whole ordeal, of an act of love gone wrong. But the angle the game takes is that the way to fix it is not to destroy the mechanism, not to crush that love and rid yourself of it entirely, but to "spin" the Cupid, to try again and repurpose that love healthily, without hurting others. I read another post mentioning consequences for people who make mistakes in Ghost Trick, and I think this fits in nicely with that idea.

That's why Yomiel's new version of it near the end of the game is so horrible. Cupid faces the right way, but he's placed dynamite at the end of it. He's refused to allow himself to stop hurting, and continues to hurt others. He gets creative with it, even! With a machine so utterly divorced from the purity of the initial idea. A twisted design so carefully put together that it could have only been born of obsessive and unadulterated bitterness. A machine the opposite of love, one of hate. And by then, there's nothing Sissel can do to help him directly, nothing he can do to turn Cupid around right now, so he does what he can to save those caught in the fire.

[biteyoubiteme]

I'll be quick

huening kai x fem!reader

synopsis: dress shopping with your boyfriend.

warnings: 🔞!!! slight exhibitionism, chubby reader implied, no protection, creampie mention, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.9k

an: thank you so much for requesting hp! im so nervous for you to read this lol I hope you like it if you don’t just put me down nicely :)) <3333

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“How about this one?” you ask, smoothing your hands down the front of the silk dress you wore. It was the kind of material that should not be worn with this type of underwear; your pantie line clearly visible. Your hands went sliding down over your ass as if that would make the buckled fabric disappear. “Ignore the fact I'm wearing the wrong panties,” 

You give a slow spin in the fluorescent lights, the semicircle of mirrors reflecting every angle of your dress-clad figure at you. But all you can see is the damned line from your underwear. “Actually don't answer that, I hate it,” 

“I love it,” Kai speaks up from his spot opposite the mirrors. He's leaning back with your purse in his lap, eyes tracing up and down your body as he watches the way the material clings to you. He can imagine the way it would feel under his fingers, sliding over the expanse of your thighs. 

“You always say that,” you mutter, turning your cheek to look at the dress from the back. You can see Huening watching, eyes tacked right to the outline of your underwear. “Kai,” 

“What?” he blinks up at you like he was caught. Cheeks flushed as he pulled your bag closer to his lap.

“Is it that bad?” It was late in the day, and your usual trip to the mall was fun. Both of you could spend hours going from shop to shop, no need to buy anything but to spend time together looking at all the new things in store. It was one of your favorite things to do. 

Kai would follow you around like a little puppy, letting you pick out things for him to try on. Pulling him into dressing rooms so that he could get something new to wear. Spending too much time at the sunglasses wrack, spinning the display around and around, trying on each pair, first on you then on him, giggling over the silly reflective wraparound pairs. He loved when you picked out the different things for him to put on, especially jeans, your hands sliding into the back pockets to check their depth was always his favorite part. 

You had your favorite spots at the food court, always picking the same little table every time you sat down, knees bumping as you picked over each other's meals. Kai would carry your drink while you tried on shoes, hold your bag when you tried on clothes. And most of the time having him along with you made shopping less overstimulating, you could have fun without rushing to just get the shopping over with. 

Only now that you needed a dress for an event it felt like everything was crashing down at that very moment. Nothing felt right, every dress you tried on made it feel like you wouldn't find the one. The lights now make everything look too oversaturated, the dressing room is now cold enough to make goosebumps rise along your arms, and now the stupid panty line. 

You didn't even know why you were so focused on finding the right outfit, it was a last minute decision to even go to the little dinner your friends were hosting. you didn't need something new but you wanted something new. 

“Just take them off,” Kai suggests, sweet face glowing in the lights, every little mole dotting his skin easily seen. 

The fitting rooms were in the back of the store, the long hallway sectioned off with several doors before ending right at the little platform with the mirrors you stood now. Although a few people milled around in the shop just past the corner no one was in the other changing rooms. He was suggesting an easy fix to the only problem you were having with the dress and so you took it. Even though the door to the room where you kept all your other clothes was open and waiting for you to go back inside, you just bent right there hands going up under your dress and hooking in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off without lifting the dress to expose yourself. 

Kai feels all the blood rush to his face, the prickling heat slinking through his bones. It was enough to already be thinking about undressing you, but now seeing you do most of the work for him, at his suggestion, was taking him out. You tossed the fabric into the dressing room, aiming for your pile of clothes but missing, the corner of the fabric still seen from where Kai's sitting. 

“That's so much better,” you're back to sliding your hands down the silky fabric, flattening out any bumps to make sure it's lying right. You love the way it hugs your thighs, outlines the shape of your hips, the curves of your stomach, and lays against the swell of your chest. “Okay now just imagine it without a bra, I'll have to find something without straps,” 

“It's uh- it's really nice,” you look over at him in his hesitation to find that he wasn't saying it just to appease you but was finding it hard to swallow back what he really wanted to say. He was doing exactly what you asked, picturing you naked under all that silk, he could see it falling to the floor, how easy it would be to slip right off of you.  He pushed your purse closer to his growing bulge, cheeks flushing deeper when you asked, “Huening, are you blushing?” 

He loved it when you used that slightly teasing tone on him, it was as if your fingers were brushing up his neck with each word. “I think that's the one,” he was avoiding directly drawing attention to your question, not needing to think about exactly why he’s red so that he can try and wish away his erection before you guys walk out of here. 

“Okay, perfect.  I don't think I want to even try on anymore ,anyways,” you step down from the little platform, “oh, do you think we could stop at the little candy store on the corner and get the gummies we shared last time?” 

“Umhum,” he gives his usual hum in response as you close the door behind you. 

It's only then that you realize that you can't undo the zipper by yourself, he had helped you do up the back with no problem and there was no way for you to reach up to grab the zipper on your own. “Kai? Could you help me take this off?” 

It's the last thing he should be doing, he knows it as soon as he's in the dressing room with you, hand placed on your hip as he steadies you. You're just as soft as he expected, his free hand not even making it to the zipper. You watch him in the mirror in front of you, his eyes following his fingers as they make their way down gripping the outside of your thighs.“God, I love your body,” he groans, his head falling to your shoulder, lips dusting over your shoulder when you finally feel how hard he is. “You really like the dress huh?” 

“No I just love you and need you, please I'll be quick,” he whines right at the back of your ear. 

“Anyone could hear-” 

“I'll be quiet, I promise, please,” and your slight nod is all he needs to push up the back of your dress, his hand pushing between your thighs, dragging his fingers through your fold, swirling over your clit to build up your arousal. You fall forward, hands bracing yourself on the mirror, kai readjusts so that one hand is splayed across your tummy, silk spilling through his fingers. 

He’s quick to free himself from his jeans, pushing them down just enough so that he can line himself up with you, dragging his tip through your folds, catching at your entrance. You know yourself well enough to cover your mouth when he pushes in, the overwhelming stretch of him always making you whine. He's no better, his pretty face reflecting at you as his mouth opens in a silent moan when he fully seats himself inside you. His head falls into your shoulder so that he can muffle any sound that wants to escape, your back arching as his hold on your plushie hip tightens, fingers digging into the soft skin of your tummy. 

Kais intoxicatingly deep inside you, his first thrust pulls a throaty whimper for you that you can't hold back. “This was a bad idea-” you try to whisper, cutting yourself off by clamping your hand back on your mouth when he slams his hips against your ass. His breath fanning over your ear when he whispers, “You feel fucking amazing,” his trapped whimpers rumbling his chest, all the vibrations pressed to your back. He peeks in the mirror, biting his lip when he watches the way your tits bounce, hanging perfectly in view for him, “fuck- look at you,” 

His cock slides so effortlessly in and out of your needy cunt, warm fluttering walls drawing him in until he's forgetting he needs to be silent, that he shouldn't be pounding this hard, changing his orgasm so intensely that someone might hear him. 

It's the soft clapping of skin that reminds you where you are, “slow down kai- we could- we could-,” but it's then that he uses the hand on your hip to slide under the bunched fabric of your dress, to draw circles on your clit. It was an instant shock that had your knees shaking. 

“Who cares,” he's muttering, head shaking as he picks up his pace, “If anyone saw you dressed like this they would want to be right where I am, fuck, but they could never fuck you like I can, never,” his last word caught on the end of a whimper drawn out and pulled from him as he came. 

It's the look on his face, brows tightening, eyes squeezing shut as he falls apart, mixed with his steady pressure on your clit that has you tumbling over the edge after him. Your whole body flexes as he pulls you in tight to him, hand leaving your stomach to clamp over your mouth. 

Both of you are struggling to catch your breath in the now stuffy room, mirror fogged up from your hands, skin once chilled now inflamed with your post-sex afterglow. His cock still jerked even when he pulled out of you, his hand moving to try and stop the spill of your combined release. Your thighs try to close around the feeling of him brushing your sensitive clit while he leans down to pick up your discarded underwear, using them to clean you up. 

He peppers kisses all along your cheeks bunching up the soiled fabric in his hand before unzipping your dress. “I really do love this dress on you,” 

“Oh really? I couldn't tell,” you giggle, and he helps you get dressed, carrying your bags out after you, panties shoved into his back pocket. 

When you leave the store you wrap an arm around his center, going underneath his jacket to feel all his warmth. He slinks his arms around your shoulder, tugging you into his side, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Didn't I hear you say something about getting gummies?” 

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Write A Kiss Request: Kang Dae-Ho/Player 388 (Squid Game) x Reader...a kiss in a rush of adrenaline

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

..a kiss for Dae-Ho in a rush of adrenaline

You hadn't really thought about finding an ally in this awful place. Honestly you thought the desperation that filled the sad dorm every night would make everyone here focus on only looking out for themselves. But amongst the darkest times there is always a glimmer of hope in the kindness of others, and the Squid Games were no exception. After only the first game you found yourselves falling in with the previous winner Gi-Hun and the team of friends he seemed to so effortlessly gather around him. One of your teammates in particular seemed to have the innate ability to keep the lights of hope on in your heart when they could have so easily been extinguished - Dae-Ho.

The awkward former marine had been the first to offer you a seat with them, dusting off one of the metal steps you perched on as if he was pulling out a chair at a nice restaurant. It was easy to feel safe around him; his strong arms always settling him in the seat beside you, his kind eyes seeking reassurance you were okay as the games progressed, and his sweet smile telling you this situation would be over soon enough, even though you had no reason to believe him. The two of you were clearly drawn to each other as you entered the game of Mingle, Dae-Ho swearing on his life to keep you close no matter what. But with each passing round the crowd got more aggressive and desperate, the sea of frantic bodies pulling you apart in its current, even as you fought to stay together. After each round you managed to find each other again, only to be grabbed by different groups in the next round and left desperately hoping and praying you both would emerge safely when the doors unlocked again.

"Hold onto my hand." He said firmly as you reunited for the final round, a renewed intensity in his eyes knowing that he only needed to keep you safe for one more torturous minute of this terrible game. "In-ho thinks it will be two per room next, so I promise, me and you are going to be safe." He tried to sound confident, but even in the dim lights you could see his eyes were glistening on the edge of tears as he clung to your hand and braced himself for the wheel stop.

"Groups of Two!" The automated game voice called out for above, and suddenly you felt your whole body getting heaved upwards, the ground below you moving faster than you thought possible from this strange new angle. As you saw the spinning platform disappear from your view, your hands clung desperately to the shape moving at full pelt below you, everything happening in such a blur you couldn't make sense of it.

You heard a door slam and lock, and finally the same strong arms that had made you feel welcome in this strange, scary place gently lowered you back to your feet from where you had been resting over Dae-Ho's shoulder.

"I wasn't taking any chances that time." He laughed out with a nervous smile when he saw your awestruck expression. Rather than risk losing you in the crowd again, he'd just held you tightly and ran as fast as he could to the first free room, never looking behind him because he knew he had everything needed with him.

You stared up at his bashful grin, his head shaking apologetically for the rough way he had handled you, feeling the sheer weight of the situation finally sink in. You were safely through another game. Because of him.

"We're safe! You kept us safe!" You cried out excitedly, your heart hammering in your chest at the realisation, your skin tingling with electricity where his hand still rested lightly on your back until he was sure you wouldn't fall.

"I told you I'd keep you safe." He said simply, offering you a small smile that felt so sincere you couldn't stop yourself from crashing your lips against it. Your hands reached over his shoulders to thread through his long black hair, desperately pulling him closer as if in this moment you two were the only people here. Like you would always be safe if you could stay this close.

Not losing a moment Dae-Ho arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting your feet off the ground as he dragged you closer, diving into your kiss like it offered him salvation from your solemn surroundings. His teeth nipped against your bottom lip clumsily, all hungry desperation and making the most of every second, shutting out any noise from outside your little room; your little sanctuary, a place where everything would be okay.

As the lock on your door clicked open you both reluctantly parted, unsure if anything so sweet could exist in the rest of this foresaken place. Dae-Ho spoke first, goofy smile plastered across his face where once a worried grimace had been.

"We should go vote to leave, and then maybe I could buy you dinner with my winnings?"

[isadollie]

10/10! • toge inumaki

jjk masterlist | general masterlist

★ fem! reader, reader is a bit insecure

★ i waited for way too long to finally write this ugh. anyway hope u enjoy muah 💋

"i'm not really sure about it..." you sighed, standing in front of the mirror for what seemed like an eternity now.

you bought this dress a few days ago, but it's been on your mind for months. however, now that you finally had it, wearing it, you weren't sure. you liked it, yes, but something was telling you that it doesn't look as good on you as you previously imagined it would.

now you were getting ready for a date night with your boyfriend, happy to wear your new dress. it made you feel anything but confident though.

"what do you think?" you turned to look at inumaki, who's been seated on the couch and watching as you observed at your reflection. "does it look good?" you added, doing a little spin so that he can see it well from every angle.

"salmon." he mumbled with a little nod. you sighed, turning back to the mirror with a grimace.

he hated that. he wished he could tell you how beautiful you look, how lucky he is to have someone like you, but he can't. and he hates it. but at the same time, he couldn't just let you believe all those nonsense insecurities. he knew he had to intervene.

focused on the way you look, you didn't even notice inumaki walking out of the living room.

a few minutes later he came back, letting out a small cough to catch your attention. you turned around again, raising an eyebrow as you saw him carrying a stack of papers.

"what's that?" you asked, pointing at his hands.

your boyfriend walked closer, striking a pose, as he raised first sheet above his head. "beautiful" was written on it, a few red hearts drawn all over the page.

your eyes widened slightly, but you couldn't hold back the little smile which appeared on your face. inumaki kept on changing the little signs in his hands, showing you every single one. "so cute", "breathtaking", one word of this kind was written on each paper. you chuckled as he showed you another one, he clearly wasn't sure how to spell "gorgeous".

finally, he ended his little presentation with the last sign - "10/10".

you leaned in to kiss his cheek with a smile, which resulted in a small blush painting his cheeks. "thank you, i needed that." you said gently.

he already knew he will use these signs more often from now on.

[blue-slxt]

Kinktober 16

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: This is loosely based on my real life experience. I hope you guys enjoy it! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Warnings: Sex Toys, P in V, Creampie

“Ma Teyam~” your singsong voice carries through the room making your boyfriend’s ears shoot up at attention.

“Yes, yawne?” he answers with a smirk knowing that you clearly had something up your sleeve.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try with you.” You hold your hands behind your back to conceal the small object you had. Neteyam cocks an eyebrow at you with his eyes jumping between your hidden hands and the mischievous look on your face.

Removing your hands from behind your back, you open your palm to reveal a medium-sized silicone ring with an oval-shaped bead on it.

“What is that?” he inquires taking in its strange appearance.

“It’s a cock ring. You wear it when we…”

His face flushes a bit in understanding. “Oh, I see.”

“Only if you’re okay with trying it out” you say suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

“It wouldn’t be the strangest thing you’ve asked me to try” he laughs making you roll your eyes at him.

“Ha ha, just get your tewng off” you say.

He does as you ask removing his loincloth and you hurriedly discard your own clothes. No matter how many times he’s seen your avatar, Neteyam still thanks his lucky star every time he gets the chance to ogle you. He quietly watches as you climb on top of him and straddle his lap.

“Well, I like this part already” he says pulling you closer by your hips. You laugh a little before leaning forward and kissing him. Kissing Neteyam may be one of your favorite things. He moves in perfect time with you and he knows just how to touch you.

You reach between you to stroke his already hard dick and you smile against his mouth. You loved feeling how his body reacted to you.

You break the kiss for a moment to lean back and stretch the ring around his base. You gently let it go and the squeeze around him makes him huff out a breath.

“Does it hurt?” you check.

“N-no, it’s just…different” he says shakily. “It’s okay, though.”

Looking down at the way his tip is steadily leaking precum, you would think it’s probably more than ‘okay’. A smirk crosses your lips when you watch his face as you reach down to the base and push the button on the vibrator and turn it on. You would swear before Eywa that you saw Neteyam’s eyes cross and his dick jump from the new sensation. His breathing gets deeper and his body shudders under you. God, he’s beautiful like this. Neteyam is at the edge of his patience when he reaches out and pulls you towards him to capture your lips in a hasty, impatient kiss and his hands grip your ass to keep him grounded.He lets out a sharp hiss when you move your hips to drag your pussy along his length. All the sensation has his mind devolving into only his most carnal instincts. His hips buck up searching desperately for something to grind against.

You finally decide to have mercy on the poor man and angle your hips so that you sit down on his stiff cock. His head lulls back from the spinning sensation of finally being enveloped in your warmth. With this position, your clit is right on top of the small bullet buzzing against both of you and your mouth hangs open in a filthy moan. Even in your avatar, it still feels like he’s so deep that he’s tickling the bottom of your ribcage.

You slowly roll your hips into him, squeezing around his length while also grinding against the vibrator. The mix of sensations for you both is deliriously satisfying.

“Shit, yawne…if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Haah…fuck! Give it to me, Nete. Please…W-want it so bad!”

His face scrunches in pleasure when his hands take hold of your hips and he starts moving you on his own. He lifts you up and down on top of him and your eyes roll from how he’s pounding directly into your cervix.

“Oh, God! I’m going to cum!” you say.

“Oh yes, yes, yes. Just like that, sevin.”

Your legs shake and your back arches feeling the knot in your core finally snap. The force of it knocks the air out of you and you can only manage to croak out broken moans as Neteyam continues to fuck you through your orgasm. It feels like you’ll never come down with how he’s using you to reach his own release.

A strangled groan leaves his throat when he snaps his hips up into you in one hard thrust shooting his cum into you. Between the fluttering of your walls and the vibration of the cockring still hugging around him, Neteyam feels like he’s going to go insane from the overstimulation. His dick twitches endlessly inside of you still trying to pump more into you even after he’s empty.

“T-turn it off” he chokes out, hips still stuttering under you.

You hurriedly reach down to click the little button to turn it off and watch as Neteyam’s whole body goes slack with relief. You collapse on top of him and you both pant out heavy breaths trying to steady your heartbeats.

“You and your alien devices will be the death of me, yet, yawne.” he laughs.

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[pankowperfection]

For Rudy or Drew, you pick. You and him are best friends. He takes you to all the premiers and parties because he loves you so much and wants you to have the time of your life, but he always ends up taking someone else home afterward. One night, you decide you're sick of waiting for him to finally see you, so you decide to hook up with some random at the party. His own hookup doesn't go well (girl is too sloppy drunk or something) and he goes looking for you to go home. He finds you making out with some guy, becomes enraged and jealous, takes you home, and shows you in the most unholy way who you really belong to.

Tired of Waiting

warnings: smut, 18+, oral (fem receiving), slight choking

Another night, another party at some upscale club in downtown Los Angeles. You'd almost grown tired of this routine, Rudy inviting you to every event, even going as far as buying you outfits to wear. No matter what you did or how hard you tried to get him to see you as more than a friend or the "good time girl", he always ended up leaving with someone else. Tonight would be no different it seemed.

The laser lights bounce off of every reflective surface, almost making it hard to see as you wind your hips to the beat of the song the DJ is playing. As if your body can sense his presence, you turn around and spot the tall blonde man in the corner. Anger simmers in your system when you see a long legged brunette approaching him, quickly pulling him into a kiss while his hands slide to her ass.

You march your way over to the bar, ordering a double shot of tequila and catching the attention of an attractive stranger in the process. His eyes descend over your body, warming your skin from the inside out as his gaze lingers on your cleavage spilling from the top of your dress before sliding lower, taking his time to admire your bare legs.

"Damn sweetheart, you're this beautiful and you love tequila? Where have you been all my life?"

You laugh for the first time that night, enjoying the fact that someone can appreciate you.

"Well thank you. You look pretty hot yourself."

He's almost the opposite of Rudy. Short, brown hair. An intricate sleeve of tattoos working its way from his muscled forearm up until it disappears under his stylish button down shirt. He definitely works out, biceps threatening to rip the material to shreds if he moves the wrong way. His confidence is sexy, you can't quite put your finger on it but something about him screams dangerous and you are loving it. Your heart kicks into overdrive when he grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor.

His hands make a new home on your hips, pulling your back flush against his front as you start to grind against him. His hot breath fans over your neck and tickles your ear, an involuntary shiver shooting through your body at the sensations. Without overthinking it you spin in his arms, placing your hands behind his neck and pulling him into a heated kiss.

If he was surprised he doesn't show it. One hand slides into your hair, angling your head before his tongue pushes into your mouth. The other moves to cup your ass, grabbing a handful before landing a soft spank that makes you gasp. You're so caught up in the moment you don't even notice Rudy emerging from the back hallway, the girl from earlier already forgotten as she was too drunk to even stand up.

He rudely interrupts the moment, clearly pissed about not getting a hookup tonight. "Come on y/n, time to go."

You jump at the sound of his voice, feeling guilty for a second before it disappears. "No thanks Rudy, I think I'll stay."

You give him your back, about to start kissing your new mystery man again before being pulled back by your wrist.

"I said let's go. Don't make me tell you again."

Something in his eyes tells you he isn't kidding. You mutter a quick apology to your date before being dragged out of the club, struggling to keep up with Rudy's long strides in your heels.

The ride home is deathly quiet, the tension between the two of you so thick you can taste it. When he takes a turn that leads to his place rather than yours your anxiety kicks up a notch.

"What are you doing Ru? You know this isn't the way to my apartment."

"Shut up y/n. Don't push me right now."

You've never seen him like this, eyes wild with you weren't sure what. His grip on the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles white. As soon as you pull up to his house he's out of the car, slamming the door behind him as you try to catch up.

"What the fuck is your problem today? You take home a different girl every time we go out and the ONE time I find a guy who is interested in me, you ruin it."

The words are barely out of your mouth before you're shoved against the front door that just shut behind you, hands easily pinned above your head with just one of his.

"You want to know what my problem is sweetheart? News flash, it's you. How can you not see that I've been trying to keep myself in control around you since the day we met?"

He cages you in, leaning his forehead against yours until he's so close that each word from his mouth brushes against your lips. The hard lines of his body somehow feel just right pressed against your soft curves, heat settling low in your belly at the feeling of his semi hard cock laying against your stomach.

"Everything about you drives me crazy. Do you know how many times I've had to take care of myself after being around you in a tiny excuse for a bikini or a super short dress? How many nights I've imagined what you taste like? How you sound when you moan? If you want me as badly as I want you?"

Pleasure replaces your initial shock, hot lust swirling through your veins as his words sink in.

"If all that is true, then what are you going to do about it? Hmm?"

You want to tease him, make him wait like he has you but the truth is you are tired of waiting, desperate to see if the rumors are true about how good he is in bed.

"I'm going to show you what you always should have known, you're mine sweetheart."

He doesn't waste anymore time, capturing you in a passionate kiss that you feel all the way to your toes. He moans at the taste of you and you take advantage, plunging your tongue into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso before carrying you to the couch.

He gets your dress off in record time, hungry eyes taking in every inch of your exposed flesh. Your mouth dries when he pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his tight boxers with a very large tent in the front.

"Like what you see baby?" he taunts, pulling you back into his embrace before pushing you onto the plush cushions of the couch. The weight of his body on tops of yours feels so good, his sinful mouth making a path from your jaw down your neck, biting and sucking deep bruises into your skin.

Satisfied with his work he moves further south, eagerly licking and nibbling each of your nipples until they stiffen into hard peaks. Each flick of his tongue over your sensitive flesh sends bolts of pleasure straight to your clit, almost like an imaginary wire is connecting the two.

"God Rudy, feels so good."

You feel him smirk against your skin, your fingers winding their way into his hair while he trails kisses down your torso. You hold your breath in anticipation when he gets closer to your aching pussy, a small whine leaving your lips when he starts his torture over again, working his way from your knee up to the inside of your thigh, avoiding where you need him most.

"Such a pretty pussy," he murmurs, finally sliding two fingers through your slit, gathering wetness while he situates himself between your thighs, one leg over each of his shoulders. "Be a good girl for me and let me make you forget all about that guy at the bar."

You don't have time to respond before he's on you, tongue diving deep, teasing around your soaking hole before gliding up and over your clit. He devours you like a starved man, no inch of your sensitive flesh untouched by his skilled tongue. In no time at all you feel your high building, shameless grinding into his face while you tug harshly on his hair.

"That's it sweetheart, take what you need. You taste fucking amazing, want you to soak my face baby."

His dirty words do nothing to help the flames of desire scorching through your system. Two of his thick fingers sink into your wet heat and your back arches off the couch, loud moans echoing off the walls when he curls them just right to stroke your sweet spot.

He doubles his efforts, quickly flicking your sensitive clit up and down with his tongue while his fingers slowly pump in and out. Your orgasm hits you like a train, whole body shaking as you cum with his name spilling from your lips. He laps up every last drop of your release, your thighs trembling from the incredible pleasure before you finally push him away.

Before you can process what's happened he's all the way naked, stroking his huge cock through your wetness while his eyes stay glued to your face.

"Tell me you want this y/n. I need to hear you say it."

Your breath catches in your throat when the tip catches on your entrance, desperation taking over at just how badly you need him inside of you.

"I want you Rudy. Please fuck me."

You barely finish your sentence before he buries himself inside you to the hilt in one, hard thrust. You both are breathing heavy, a sexy groan leaving his lips at how good you feel wrapped around him.

"Shit, I'm never gonna be able to get enough. This pussy was made for me."

All you can do is nod, too drunk on the feeling of him filling you over and over to form a coherent thought. He sets a brutal rhythm, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other grips tightly on your hips, forcing you to remain in place.

Your hands circle his muscular biceps, nails leaving crescent moon indents in his skin. You start to clench around him, a second orgasm building quickly. His lips trail up your neck before melding with yours, his tongue thrusting into your mouth and making you moan.

"Come on baby, cum for me." Sweat glistens on his brow, making him look so irresistible you can't help but imagine licking every inch of his skin. The hand on your throat skates down your body to rub your clit in smooth circles, his other hand coming up to play with your nipples.

The extra stimulation is all you needed. You fall apart with a scream, clenching around him so hard he can't resist, filling you up with his warm release while continuing to give you soft thrusts. He reaches up to push your hair out of your face, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss while still buried inside of you.

"You realize there is no going back from this right? You're mine now y/n, I mean it."

You laugh, pulling his face back down to give him another slow kiss. "Of course you idiot, I've always been yours."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @faithforgottenlxnd @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

[talonabraxas]

Urna, Buddha's Third Eye Talon Abraxas

Third Eye Chakra Affirmations The third eye is the energy center of intuition and divine wisdom. I will show you how can quickly start energizing this chakra using my favorite 35 third eye chakra affirmations.

Third eye chakra affirmations encourage you to become more connected with your Third Eye or Ajna Chakra.

Affirmations empower and restore your chakra and as a result, you acquire greater self-awareness and razor-sharp intuition.

The Third Eye Chakra seats the eyes of your soul. You will be able to discern the world with greater perspectives when you activate your third eye using affirmations. You will be able to see, hear, and feel the energy around you. You may even be able to perceive psychically and with very strong intuition.

Awakening your Third Eye enables you to comprehend complex concepts and situations you may not have understood in the past.

You will see other angles of your circumstances with sharper vision. You will also be able to communicate thoughts and feelings easily.

Your Third Eye Chakra The word chakra originates from the Sanskrit word for circle or a spinning wheel.

At times, chakras are referred to as the wheels of life. Chakras are aligned in ascending order from the spine’s base to the top of your head.

Chakras have perpetually been referred to as a classical element, an aspect of consciousness and related to bodily functions.

The Third Eye Chakra emanates from between the eyebrows on your forehead.

Essentially, chakras are multiple subtle body focal points used in various ancient practices of meditation.

Denominated collectively as esoteric, inner traditions of Hinduism, also known as Tantra.

The area between the eyebrows is where we direct our attention when doing third eye affirmations.

Early traditions of Hinduism reveal the concept of chakras. Between religions of India, beliefs vary.

Buddhism texts mention five chakras consistently while sources of Hinduism offer six to seven chakras.

Regardless of belief, early Sanskrit text revels meditation visualizations combine mantras and flowers as the physical body’s physical entities.

35 Third Eye Chakra Affirmations

I listen to my deepest intuition

I am in touch with internal guidance

My intuition always works to serve my highest purpose.

I and my intuition are made with perfection

I am blessed with an inner voice.

I always know exactly what to do, all the time.

I am full of wisdom and knowledge.

I always look within when making decisions

My intuition always tells me what to do.

My intuition is never wrong.

I am complete with inner knowing.

We are all growing and learning. I am growing and learning

I was born to fulfill my God-given purpose.

I love discovering new things every day.

I see life everywhere I look.

I am here for a reason.

I accept that I have weaknesses. I accept that I have strengths.

I completely accept myself.

I accept everything my third eye tells me.

I accept the things I cannot change.

I can only control my reactions to things.

I can always see clearly

I am sensitive to the world around me.

I am shielded from harm by my intuition

I can see clearly.

I attract everything I have in my reality.

I am enough as I am

I always know the right thing to do

I live to serve my highest purpose

I was born to serve a greater purpose

I am born with everything I need to survive.

Everything I need to know, I already know

My inner-knowing never fails

I always know exactly what to do in every situation.

I trust my inner guidance

Why Are Affirmations So Powerful? The reason is that words are, like everything else, a type of energy with their own frequency.

There is tremendous power in spoken words.

Words can heal or they can wound. They are powerful and can be used as a powerful weapon. They have the power to recreate your world and alter your life.

The reason that positive affirmations work is because of neuroplasticity, which is a proven scientific principle. Neuroplasticity is the ability to rewire your brain with the power of words. There is a major role that affirmations play in actualizing our subconscious and manifesting desires.

Words can be used to balance your chakras and can have a significant impact on the outcome of your health. One example of the power of affirmations is when we have a positive attitude and feel good about ourselves.

The Energy of Words This raises the body’s vibration into something positive and attracts renewed health, stronger chakra, and as a result clarity of vision, perfect health, a relaxed mind, and total well-being. Holistic tradition suggests that positive affirmations raise your chakra’s frequency and make your energetic body stronger.

When you believe and act as if something you are saying is true, and that you have acquired the outcome you long for, then the more you actualize the affirmation.

Thus when you tell yourself “I am tranquil,” This will affect your energetic chakra body and you will, inevitably, become tranquil. Scientifically, affirmations have been proven to work. The fact that they have been around for centuries means that generations of human beings have reaped the benefits of using affirmations.

The best method of proving that affirmations work is to see for yourself first hand. After a few days, you will notice real results in your life and might finally understand what has made millions of people true believers in the power of affirmations.

[lalaliwrites]

𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙔 💋 Seventeen x OFC

Warning: Profanities + Sexual Suggestive Scenes

Note: Most time stamps are inaccurate. Ignore them.

The world around her had fallen away. Kitten wasn't sure when it had happened—how her feet had guided her to the quiet corner of the garden, and how the noise from the reunion had become nothing more than a distant hum.

Her lips were pressed against someone else's, soft and warm, moving with a rhythm that made her head spin. It was intoxicating. She didn't know who she was kissing—couldn't see their face clearly in the shadows—but she didn't care. The darkness of the night wrapped around them like a secret, with only the faint glow of the moon illuminating their outlines.

His scent enveloped her. It was something fresh, like rain-soaked earth after a summer storm, mixed with the lingering hint of something spicy—cologne, maybe—faint but unmistakable. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as their lips brushed, and the subtle taste of something sweet on his lips, like mint or maybe something darker, richer.

His mouth tasted familiar, and yet so thrillingly new. Each kiss sent a shiver of heat coursing through her, the way his lips claimed hers, gently but with undeniable desire. The sensation of his lips molding perfectly against hers. It felt... right. Like it was something she had been waiting for her entire life without knowing it.

Their lips met over and over, deepening with every moment. She could hear the quiet, almost sensual sound of their mouths—gentle, then deeper, wetter—connecting and parting in the stillness of the night. His lips tugged on her lower lip, just enough to make her breath hitch, and then he released her, only to dive in again, teasing her with the promise of more.

The wet, delicate press of lips mingling with the soft gasp she let out when his hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His touch was firm but tender, making her pulse race. She leaned into him, her body instinctively responding, the taste of him filling her senses. His kiss traveled from her lips to her neck, where he sucked gently, his kiss as hot and wet as it had been on her lips.

Kitten's heart raced against his chest as their bodies pressed together, her hands instinctively reached up, fingers curling into his shirt, desperate to hold on to the moment before it slipped away.

And in the next heartbeat, she was awake.

Kitten shot up in her bed, heart racing, as the familiar chime of her alarm clock echoed through her room. 8 a.m. on the dot. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, washing the space in a soft morning glow. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps as she blinked, trying to make sense of where she was.

Her bedroom. Not the moonlit garden. Not the reunion. And certainly not with him.

She groaned, running a hand through her tangled hair, her fingers trembling slightly as the remnants of the dream clung to her. It had felt too real—her skin buzzed with the memory, as if she had truly been there, savoring every second of that kiss.

"Fuck..." she murmured, her voice raspy as she massaged her temples. The intensity of whatever the hell she drank that night still lingered, dragging her to dream-fucking-land.

Kitten checks her phone

Kitten's Best Friend

Kitten's Circle : Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Minghao

Kitten was in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when her tablet, sitting on the bathroom counter, rang with a video call from her best friend Joshua. She swiped her soapy hands on a towel and leaned over to accept the call.

Joshua’s face appeared on the screen, eyes on the road as he drove. “Katherine, finally! I’ve been trying to call you—wait, are you in the shower?”

Kitten, unfazed with her back still dripping with water, was visible from the camera’s angle, though thankfully only up to just above her waist.

“Yeah, obviously,” she said, rubbing the conditioner into her hair, not caring about her current state of undress. “Can’t a girl get clean in peace?”

Joshua's eyes darted quickly to the side before focusing back on the road. “You know, normal people don’t answer video calls in the shower.”

Kitten laughed, tilting her head back to rinse her hair. “Well, I’m not exactly normal, am I? Also, who in their right mind starts a video call while driving?”

Joshua cleared his throat, keeping his eyes firmly ahead. “So, what happened to you last night? You disappeared, and I was worried.”

Kitten finished rinsing her hair, turning off the shower. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just had a bit too much to drink, that’s all.”

“A bit too much? Kitten, you were plastered. I was half expecting you to end up in someone’s pool or something,” Joshua teased.

“Well, you’ll hear all about it later,” she replied, glancing at the camera over her shoulder. “But not now.”

Joshua let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, keep your secrets. But don’t forget—you’ve got work. You need a ride?”

Kitten was in the midst of towel-drying her hair, her bare back still turned to the camera. “Yeah, I’ll need you to pick me up. I’m running late already.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in twenty.” Joshua nodded, sneaking one last glance at her reflection before focusing back on the road. “And Kitten?”

She grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. “Yeah?” 

“Maybe next time… just use audio.”

Kitten laughed. “Noted.” 

She ended the call, amused at Joshua’s expression, before stepping out of the shower to get dressed for the day ahead.

With a towel wrapped around her body while patting her damp hair with another, she made her way to the vanity and set her tablet down while it played the song Good Night Good Morning, preparing for her usual morning skincare and makeup routine. As she rubbed moisturizer onto her face, something in the mirror caught her attention—a faint discoloration near her neck.

She paused mid-motion, squinting at the mirror. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her heart starting to race. The closer she got, the more her eyes widened. She pressed her hands on the edge of the counter, pulling herself forward until she was nearly draped over the sink, her nose inches from the glass.

There. Just above her collarbone, faint but undeniable—three small, reddish marks.

Kitten’s blood ran cold. Her mind raced as realization hit. She knew exactly what they were.

Kiss marks. 

Her hand flew to her neck, fingers trembling as they grazed the barely noticeable imprints. Oh my God, she thought, her pulse quickening. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind in fragments—the kiss, the heat, the way it felt so real. But this… this is actually real.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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[darkpoisonouslove]

1, 8, 19, 22?

Thanks! I'm just worried about this because I'm so rusty when it comes to the OUAT fandom but let's see.

1. the character everyone gets wrong

You know what? I'm gonna come out and say it - Facilier. The sheer amount of people I saw hemming and hawing about whether or not he was good for Regina because "he's a villain" and "has some hidden agenda" is absolutely appalling. Like, wtf do you mean is he good for her? He's literally the best! He is the only person on the show that's consistently put Regina over himself and his own wants. Like, I know he didn't have a lot of time to mess up but honestly, I don't think that even the writers understood him. He was giving off such strong Rumplestiltskin 2.0 vibes, which is the reason why I think the fandom had this reaction to him, and the writers really kind of went that way when he was even killed by Wish Rumple for wanting the dagger. It was a total waste of a perfectly good, intriguing character, not to mention husband material. Facilier deserved better treatment by everyone. Shadow Queen also deserved better!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oh, god, I have no idea what's common.

Oh... Oh, fuck, now I wish I hadn't thought about this but...

People hating on season 7, usually without even having seen it. I think season 7 is my favorite season. There were plot lines that were unnecessary or got derailed or just didn't go anywhere but there was so much fresh stuff in there as well.

Usually, people don't even want to give it a chance because most of the og cast isn't even in there and I understand that because I hate big changes in my shows as well but the truth is that the writers had no idea what to do with the og cast since around the end of season 3 and they were clearly unwilling to spin a different angle to these characters and they were bringing in a new set of characters every half season. It only made sense to get more new characters and let them stay for a longer time.

Really, Henry, Ella and Lucy are precious, Wish Killian and Alice are one of the best parent-child relationships on the show, Alice and Robin are perfect and I think that Lady Tremaine and Gothel are some of the most ruthless villains of the show. There's a lot of raw emotion and fun twists and even if it doesn't end up being people's favorite, I think they should at least give it a chance.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I'm kinda mad that I was into the Cruella x Isaac clusterfuck of a relationship (if it can even be called that). On the one hand, they are not compatible at all. But on the other hand, he is so much of a slimy worm that he somehow manages to match her in horribleness and villainy; he's just on the other side of the spectrum, the pathetic wet cat side. There were clearly feelings. Extremely fucked up feelings. It really is like you're preparing to watch a car crash in slow motion but then you end up being ran over by the car instead, which is a perfect description for them. And that leads me to the fact, that her signature car was actually his first? Oh... oh, I hate the writers for this. Now I'm sold and there's no getting out.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess the tension between Regina x Rumple. Now this is kind of the opposite of question #8 in that the majority of the fandom is correct that s6 Golden Queen was a mistake and, frankly, kind of disgusting and I am saying this as someone whose first ship from the show was Golden Queen. Season 6 absolutely ruined everything that I enjoyed about the ship in favor of what? Them having sex? With zero of the actual appeal of their relationship being involved? And they still could have done something good with that! The fact is that Rumple was treating the queen like a puppet for his plans and that's exactly what she was! That's why he created her. But they should have added more about her being more of a mirror reflection of his. I don't want to write a whole analysis of their dynamic here because I was actually saving that for a meta post (as soon as I find the time to work on it) but the truth is that Regina learned all of her weapons, all of her villainy from him. Even her mannerisms. And now that the little remaining good inside her is gone and there's no conscience to hold her back, she could be even more like Rumple. But at the same time, she's a broken reflection of the situation with Baelfire, who was trying to help Rumple only to be abandoned. And Regina discarded the Evil Queen like trash. Also, another good angle here because Regina practically decided that everything she learned from Rumple was useless. They could have shown him be at least a little attached to the queen on merit of that.

But the thing is that the tension between Rumple and Regina comes from her good parts, the ones that remained with Regina after the split. And that tension has been there all along. He had to take every last thing from her in order to force her to cast the Curse, no matter how bitter and evil he'd managed to make her over the years. He had to crush her hope completely until the only thing that could rekindle it was casting the Curse. Which is the exact same situation that he's in - the Curse is his only hope to find his son. And even after that, Regina is still doing better than he is! And he knows that! The best example of that is his line in 2x09 when he says "One day maybe they'll even invite you to dinner". Because she did what he couldn't - put her own feelings aside to do what is best for her child. There is a tiny bit of goodness inside her persisting no matter what he's doing and that is driving him insane because it is a constant source of problems for him. It took him years - decades - to make her cast the Curse, her trust in Henry really slapped him in the face with his failures where his own son was concerned, her interference in getting revenge on Zelena for killing his son, her sacrifice for Henry undoing his happy ending in 4x22, her splitting herself eventually leading to even more issues between him and Belle. And on the other hand, Regina's attachment to him has gotten her in so many problems but, ultimately, his mistakes and schemes are what got her Henry - the biggest happiness in her life (and he almost killed Henry several times but that's the point exactly). Still, after all of that, they both gravitate towards each other and there's this kind of understanding between them because in certain ways they're similar, but there's also resentment because of the ways in which they're different. It makes for an extremely compelling dynamic and people are so quick to brush it off.

make me choose violence with these asks

[respectthepetty]

Hi! While watching the new episode of 609 Bedtime Story on Friday, I noticed something cinematographic in the background that I’m not sure how to interpret, so I was wondering if you might be able to explain to me what it could mean? (I’m still fairly new to this whole ‘The colors and lines and angles all have a meaning!’ thing, so I often do notice things but don’t know what to do with them.)

I’m talking about the dividing line in the background that appears in the scene at the café, where Mum meets Dew while returning Mint’s phone. It’s not super distinct, but it’s there. And Mum is clearly on his side of the divide, almost maintaining too much distance—maybe because he’s feeling estranged from Dew because he’s not his Dew? Or because he’s consciously trying to stay away from him to avoid making things awkward or to prevent himself from reaching out to him?

Meanwhile, Dew is standing much closer to the dividing line and kind of ... shifting around right at the border, sometimes just barely crossing it. I guess it’s like he’s trying to cross it, but doesn’t know how or can’t? I don’t know, that’s just my interpretation. The question to me is why, if he doesn’t remember who Mum is.

And then, when Dew crashes into the waiter behind him and falls right into Mum’s arms (I was feeling so sorry for Mum, because he gets to hold his boy but said boy doesn’t even remember him), they briefly meet in the middle, thereby crossing the divide for the duration of their hug. Although, really it’s just Dew who has crossed it, Mum remains on his side the entire time, with the exception of his hands that are around Dew.

But as soon as their hug ends, they’re both back on their respective sides, with Mum as far away from the line as he was before, and with Dew closer to it, once again, but still firmly on his side and not quite as close to it as he was before the hug.

I guess my question from all of this is: why? What’s happening here? I understand that their hug brought them together for a moment and that’s how they were able to cross the divide, because they were no longer separated in that moment and they were having a connection, but why does it seem to be Dew who’s always trying to cross over to Mum’s side? Especially if he doesn’t remember him?

(As a side note: do you think the horizontal line spanning the glass wall behind them is doing anything? Is there any meaning to it?)

I don’t know, maybe I’m misinterpreting or over-interpreting some stuff or overlooking something, but I thought maybe you’d have an idea, since you always seem to be able to pick up on these things and actually understand how they work (for which I greatly admire you, and I’m working on getting there too). Also, I’m sorry this got so long and convoluted. I hope you don’t mind me basically using you as a way to rant and vent my spinning thoughts and asking you about this. I’m really trying to learn how this stuff works because it’s a joy to notice and understand, so I’m using every chance I get to learn.

I hope you have an amazing day (and a great time watching the last episode of Between Us later today, fingers crossed it’ll be as good as it gets)!

@annamusic125-blog - I'm so happy you invited me to this conversation, but don't EVER apologize for big brain energy like this! You did amazing with your analysis and provided great visuals to support your claims. I am thrilled that you saw the lines too and that you noticed who crossed them! It's tough for people to acknowledge the background noise, so your observation skills are exceptional!

*This GIF comes from Parasite which did a fantastic job of using lines to show class divides and demonstrate people "crossing the lines" as well as utilizing stairs and building floors to show class status and wealth. AKA the movie helps people see the lines they may miss in other media.

Lines can be so subtle that we may not even realize they are there, like the line that divides Nueng and Palm in the beginning of Never Let Me Go.

Or the subtle lines that Wang always crosses with Inthawut in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (lines and barriers are significant in this show and integrated into the narrative extremely well).

But this is something that Golf and Suthipong, the director and cinematographer of both 609 Bedtime Story and The Eclipse, love to use - the subtle divides

But it's not just the divides they enjoy; it's the crossing of those divides

And it's the connection that runs through the divides. A strong line that is not vertical tends to be used for connecting characters.

When Akk started this argument with Ayan, Ayan was below the horizontal line and on his side of the wall.

But when the argument ends, Ayan is equal with Akk and the horizontal line that runs through Akk ends at Ayan. The line that once divided them is now used to connect them. Note: Ayan is always the one to cross the line in the beginning.

The lines don't have to be horizontal either. They can be diagonal, but normally, a diagonal line also builds balance.

All of this is to support exactly what you are thinking - the horizontal line is connecting Mum and Dew.

As you noted, Dew is so close to crossing the vertical line, but you asked why if he doesn't know this Mum? Because the show is proving that any version of Dew wants to be with any version of Mum regardless of the universe. This is reinforced by the vertical lines that divide Dew and Mint.

No matter the universe, there is always a line or object that divides Mint and Dew. It even appears in Mum's original universe between them.

But you might be thinking, they have the horizontal line too. Yes, because an each universe they are connected (at the head, not the body or the heart), but the barrier exists here too with much more space than what Dew gives Mum. With Mint, Dew always leaves plenty of space.

But he crosses the line or barrier with Mum each time

Which is why fate has him cross the line here

Mum is maintaining so much space between them because he doesn't want to ruin his sister's happiness. He knows if he gets too close to Dew, he will give in, so fate pushes them together and does what Mum can't. Dew is so close to the line because he doesn't know the information that Mum does. He is physically reacting to Mum's presence, unaware of what draws him to Mum, but willing to cross the line to see.

Don't forget the colors!

P'Golf established the colors in an introduction video to the series: Mum's original world is green, yellow, and red. Dew's world is blue. Their 609 fantasy world is purple. Mum, as much as he is distancing himself from his world's Dew, he is still very much connected to his 609 fantasy world Dew -

He makes this Dew a purple drink, with a purple lily (fantasy world Dew's favorite), in his purple shirt, a color he hasn't worn before. The Dew he gives it to is not the 609 fantasy world Dew, but the transference of the color is another link between any version of Mum and any version of Dew because later on, this Dew enters the fantasy world and sleeps with Mum.

Golf and Suthipong are visually showing us that Mum and Dew are connected no matter what and will continue to cross the lines because regardless of the universe, they are drawn to each other.

Good eye! I hope you are proud of yourself for your remarkable attention to detail and thanks for the ask.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ═══ CANON VERSE ═══ ❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

It was strange to be out of the usual flow and rhythm of life; to be thrusted so abruptly into normalcy made Robin's head spin every morning. To wake up and see the world clearly, to hear a soft voice whispering to him, to feel hunger and thirst and truly take in the beauty of what it meant to be alive. The largest obstacle, frankly, was learning how to eat food again without worry of vomitting blood - but then came the issue of having food to eat; he never truly learned how to cook, sure some stew here and there but nothing fancy or really worthy of being eaten more than 1 time a week. Jhin was always eager and ready to cook but...Robin did not want to rely on him solely for this, and he wanted to learn to repay the favor.

Although repaying the favor felt more like a upcoming disaster as Robin tried to mimic the virtuoso's swift movements, how the knife slid through the vegatables and glided across the cutting board; although he did find it a bit difficult to follow; he was still so stiff. He felt like one of his students from so long ago, stumbling and feeble...he really had no idea what the hell he was supposed to be doing or...how to make sure there was enough spice or too much of one thing. His head felt like it was on a cloud when a hand touched his and readjusted his angle before letting him cut across the onions again.

What he hadn't expected was the way his eyes bubbled up with tears as the onion's scent prickled and stung at his iris, a sniffle or two leaving him as the drops slid down his cheeks. His sinuses felt tight and he picked up the chopped onion to place into the pot, moving across a bowl of seasonings and flour. The feeling growing in his chest and throat was a new one too, something he hadn't experienced in years, a buildup of pressure that ended in him sneezing downwards into the bowl. White puffed up around him and he had dropped the onions onto the floor, turning to face Jhin with the flour all over his face, the tears from the onions looking like clown paint dripping from his still massive eyes.

Although he did not deny the small smile that came over him when Jhin's sharp inhale turned into a snorty wheeze, his deep, rich voice pitching upwards to nearly giggle in its own delight before it cascaded into laughter as he approached to wipe his beloved's face. His silver fingers brushed under Robin's cheek as he laughed, sweet and bubbly -- a sound the mage could listen to forever and not bore of the bouncing tone. It is with effervescent clarity that the younger realized he was laughing along with him, something about the situation was so stupid that even the most stoic of people would snort at the ridiculousness of it all. Although it is when Jhin speaks the words dancing on Robin's tongue that his giggles lessen,

"I haven’t laughed like this in a long time...Haha, Oh....you are delightful."

A burning heat spreads across his cheeks as Jhin places a gentle kiss upon his head and gazes down at him, heavy lids framed by a single raised brow, "Snowbird?" A check-in as his sweet morning dove gazed up to him as if he were the moon on a clear night, when was the last time he laughed so readily? Without fear of vulnerability or fear of being mocked for the way his chuckle ended in short sighs and sometimes little snorts? When was the last time he felt so fully seen and so comfortable? A soft sweet laugh left his lips and he shook his head quietly as he melted into Jhin's hands,

"I...I haven't either, I don't remember the last time... Although I suppose now was the last time, I intend to have many more with you."

"I'm glad our priorities align....Mm~ Now, where were we...? Shall we work on cleaning the onions and the flour, love?"

"Yes yes...Let's, you've still the rest of the recipe to show me."

[disastardly]

Alright, the results are in! Kinda surprised with the amount of love for the Righteous Gemstones stuff (almost 1/3 of the total votes!). I don't know how many of y'all mutuals are Gemheads/Stoners/whatever we're calling ourselves, but I'm excited to throw my contributions in the ring (once they're done).

The breakdown is as follows:

Tales of the Outer Planes: 2 lines

A Brother is Born for Adversity: 5 lines

Magical Mysteries: 3 lines

Steddie Witches AU: 3 lines

Til I Lose My Breath: 1 line

Snowed In: 2 lines

Mama's Biscuits & Gravy: 1 line

Beyond the Crystal Cave: 2 lines

Lines below the cut!

Tales of the Outer Planes (2):

Another rumble, closer but further too, under and around; Steve couldn’t keep track of it all, could barely track anything but the tight seam of Eddie against him. Hair in his mouth, blood in his hands, a pounding behind his skull that he knew too well, but every fluttering breath Eddie took was relief to his whirligig brain.

A Brother is Born for Adversity (5):

Kelvin’s brain just about short-circuits from the massive overstimulation of goodness, but he forces himself to pay attention, to soak up every little detail, like the way Keefe’s only surprised for the first second this time, tensing up before melting right into Kelvin’s touch. The way his lips are soft, so soft, total counterpoint to the way his stubble scrubs against Kelvin’s skin, rough but very much not unpleasant. The way his hands find Kelvin’s hips, just under his suit jacket, and the touch feels like it’s giving new meaning to the word ‘blazer’ for how hot those firm fingers make his whole body feel. The way Keefe changes the angle ever-so-slightly, and Kelvin lets him because yeah, this is better, not banging noses anymore, mouths slotting together so right that Kelvin thinks, how could anyone not believe in God when they’re so clearly made to fit together? Definitely the way Keefe’s teeth nip at Kelvin’s lower lip as they break apart, and Kelvin chokes down a groan because his siblings are right there, and he refuses to be embarrassing the way they’re embarrassing.

Magical Mysteries Never Give a Single Thing Back (3):

Because it didn’t really start with a girl, not really. Chrissy was still sweet and nervous and scared, with demons of her own, but Eddie was the well and truly damned one, the one with Hell willingly woven into the fabric of his life, the one who carried damnation with him everywhere he went. No way of proving it, but here, now, plastered to the cold Hell he’d found under Lover’s Lake, he wasn’t so sure that his demon hadn’t followed him home that sticky August night.

Steddie Witches AU (3):

Steve smiled, let his head drop back, and murmured, “Thank you,” to the small gods that kept the space. His only response was the lightest of hums in his breastbone, but that was comfort enough. With a few words - nothing special, just the ones that felt right, the ones he could remember - he pushed a light divinatory spell into the blade, enjoyed the tingle under his nails as it took.

Til I Lose My Breath (1):

Honestly, Nancy could’ve asked her up here to hide a body and Robin would’ve said yes in an instant; it’s not like they hadn’t done worse together in the spring, and any excuse to be close to Nancy, to see her or spend time with her without a looming apocalypse breathing down their necks, Robin was going to take it.

Snowed In (2):

“Couldn’t you do something about this?” he asked, eyebrows raised high as his eyes darted to the windowsill, where snow already piled high, absorbing the scant light. With a grin, arch though it was, she said, “Who’s to say I’m not?”

Mama's Biscuits & Gravy (1):

“Sunday’s the Lord’s day, baby,” she would say, almost sing-song as she sprinkled in a little more flour, tasted the gravy, added a pinch of salt here or a crack of pepper there.

Beyond the Crystal Cave (2):

“Righteous array,” Argyle marveled, spinning around just ahead of the group with a big smile plastered on his face. The flashing lights only made his endless, audacious wardrobe that much more dayglo.

WIP Writing Poll

Trying something a little different since I've got a (blissfully) clear weekend ahead of me and I didn't do WIP Wednesday in the usual sense this week:

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets (but you should also write 1 sentence for every vote each of them gets!)

Not expecting a ton of traction but I figured it's worth trying.

WIP blurbs below the cut!

Emergence:

Wholesale rewrite of Power Rangers Mystic Force. Nick still rolls into town, the core five are still recruited, Udonna still loses her Snow Staff, but all it takes are a few changes to change everything. Madison makes a move. Koragg recognizes his missing son. Everything is the same, and nothing is the same. More romance, more mysticism, more focus on the characters.

Tales of the Outer Planes:

Prequel series to Descent and TFaK. What happened between March and August 1986 that brought Eddie and Steve so close? A few big incidents, and even more smaller moments that build to something new.

A Brother is Born for Adversity:

Immediately after the end of Righteous Gemstones 3x08. Kelvin's on Cloud 9, Keefe's anxious, and they need to have a talk. Missing scene, essentially.

Magical Mysteries Never Give a Single Thing Back:

Summer 1985: Eddie Munson makes a deal with a demon, trading away true love for musical success. One hitch: that demon looks like Steve Harrington, and says he could give Eddie love in exchange for his musical talent instead. Eddie refuses. Part two is still a WIP and tracks the fallout of that deal, for better or worse.

Steddie Witches AU:

Steve Harrington is from a long line of well-respected witches in one of the world's most powerful covens, but he's never quite lived up to the name or the expectations. He assumed he'd live a life of magical grunt work, but he finally gets a mission from the circle to hunt down a hedge witch, someone operating outside the rigid magical structure of covenhood that keeps everyone safe. Steve thinks he's ready, but nothing could prepare him for Eddie Munson, rogue hedge witch.

Til I Lose My Breath:

Ronance oneshot inspired by girl in red's i wanna be your girlfriend. Robin's helping Nancy organize some things while she's home from Emerson, and Nancy's definitely sending signals, right? ...right?

Snowed In:

Oneshot about a young Udonna and Leanbow getting snowed in while away in the mountains. Fluffy, with basically no plot. Inspired by every K-drama ever where the main couple gets snowed in for the night and has to share body warmth, except one of them is an ice witch.

Mama's Biscuits & Gravy:

Kelvin used to make biscuits and gravy with his mama every Saturday morning. It's pretty much the only thing he knows how to actually make. So why can't he get it right for Keefe?

Evergreen:

Kelvin/Keefe (Gembers?) fluff about dyeing Kelvin's fauxhawk.

Beyond the Crystal Cave (There's a Tunnel Made for Lovin'):

Sequel to Descent and TFaK. The Spicy Six go to a local festival, eat crappy food, ride rides, and get stuck on the Tunnel o' Love when it breaks down. They get stuck for a WHILE. Shenanigans reasonably ensue.

No pressure tags (if you wanna do your own or just vote idk I'm winging it): @hairstevington @eriquin @serpentinegraphite @poemsingreenink @grimalkintoes @t0rchlitgarden @horsegirleddiemunson

[saetoru]

rich boy gojo getting all pouty you spent the day with his mom instead of him so you cheer him up by letting him fuck you in the dress she bought you while you were out 🥺

#𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

tags: nsfw 18+, fem! reader, unprotected sex, creampie, clothed sex, gojo calls you “pretty girl”

notes: the return of rich boy gojo !! after exactly one month

“you said it wouldn’t take long,” gojo pouts, turning to look at you with crossed arms from his spot on his bed as you walk into his room, “you said you’d be back in—” he pauses, mouth still open from stopping mid sentence as he stares at you, taking you in, raking his eyes up and down your figure from top to bottom.

you giggle, doing a little spin for show, just to make sure he sees all the angles.

“sorry, i got a little carried away with trying on dresses. do you like it?” you ask. he gulps, eyes still lingering on the way it hugs every inch and every curve of your body, eyeing the way you look so good.

suddenly, he doesn’t think he’s too upset you spent the day without him anymore.

“like it?” he asks, “think i more than like it.” his legs instantly spread as you make your way between them, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist while your hands lose themselves into his hair, “did my mom get you this?”

“mhm,” you hum, pecking his lips (well, it was supposed to be a peck, but he deepens it into a kiss—he thinks it’s fair, he’s been very attention deprived all day after all.)

“remind me to thank her later,” he breathes, burying his face into your belly, inhaling deeply, “please tell me i get to fuck you in this,” his voice is muffled, but you still hear clearly, rolling your eyes and clicking your teeth.

“toru, this is my new dress—”

“i’ll be careful—”

“you said that at suguru’s party,” you scowl, “i loved that dress.”

“i got you a new one,” he whines, chin propping against you as he stares up at you with pleading eyes. “please baby? i missed you all day. let me show you,” he pouts deeper, and even though it shouldn’t, it makes your resolve waver.

you almost cave, almost want it as badly as he does, but someone has to be the responsible one of the two of you, and most times it doesn’t fall on gojo to take the role.

“but your mother is home—”

“she’s down stairs, she won’t hear a thing,” he murmurs, placing kisses along your waist through the fabric of your dress. it’s expensive, probably the most expensive thing you’ve let anyone indulge you in, and you can’t help but huff as you stare at the careful stitching.

“but my dress—”

“i’ll buy you a new one if i ruin it—which i wont,” he adds, “i’ll buy you the whole fucking store, baby. whatever you want, i got it.”

you bite your lip, trying—and failing—to ignore the way his hand rubbing up and down your sides is making your head spin before ultimately sighing and giving him a weak glare.

“fine, but if your rip my dress, i’m breaking up with you.”

bingo, he thinks, smirking as his arm hooks under your knees and pulls you onto the mattress.

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, voice husky as he whispers against your ear, “can’t believe you’re mine. all mine,” a kiss to your neck, “only me,” a kiss to your jaw, “all this for me, right?” one soft, barely-there kiss to your lips that has you chasing after him as he pulls away, making him chuckle lowly.

“satoru,” you huff, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, kissing him deeper as he groans into your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands move to grip your waist, gently pulling the skirt of your dress up until he can pull your underwear down to your ankles. “we don’t have time for that,” you hiss as he moves to bury his face between your legs, “dinner is gonna be ready soon, and your mom is gonna come up here to call—”

“i don’t want that for dinner. i want this—ow,” he whines, rubbing his shoulder as you shove it with a scowl. “most people are really turned on when their boyfriends like to eat them out,” he mumbles.

“next time,” you promise, and he huffs in defeat, letting you pull him back into a kiss as your hands move to reach past his waistband and pull out his stiff length. he groans as you smear the pre cum around his tip, stroking him a few times as he buries his face into your neck.

“fuck—need to be in you,” he mutters, voice desperate as he plants hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, “this dress was fucking made for you, and you were made for me,” he grunts, cock inching its way past your slick folds little by little. you whimper, hands lacing with his as he lets out a deep groan into the crook of your neck.

“t-toru,” you stutter, whining softly as he sets a slow pace, hips bumping against yours with every thrust, “so full,” you gasp, feeling his cock bury itself deep into your walls.

“yeah?” he chuckles, letting out a soft moan as you clamp down on his aching length, tip red and weeping with pre cum still. “feel that? feel me? gonna mold this pussy so no one but me fits,” he whispers against your ear, and you moan as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles as his pace picks up.

“m-more,” you whine, legs wrapping around him as his hips slam into you, his tip kissing the sweet spot that makes your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut.

“what’s that?” he laughs, and if you weren’t so busy clinging to him, voice breaking off into wanton moans, you’d have cursed him for being so smug, “need more? thought you wanted me to be careful, pretty girl.”

“p-please toru, ‘m close,” you whimper, grasping at his shirt as his breath gets ragged, panting into your neck. his cock twitches, and his thumb works your clit faster as he bullies his stiff length in and out of you.

“me too, fuck ‘m close. pussy was made for me, mine, you’re all mine,” he rambles, “gonna buy you the whole damn store just so i can fuck you in every dress, yeah? want that?”

all you can do is gasp, choking on a cry as you cum around his cock, walls spasming around him as he lets out a deep, guttural groan.

“g-god, toru,” you moan, “so good.”

“that’s it, sweetheart—fuck, gonna make me cum.” and he does, head falling to your chest, your hands cradling his head as he lets out a low whine, slamming into you and riding out his own high. he paints your walls white, thick spurts of cum shooting past his tip as he lets out a string of curses. “fuck, fuck, fuck—i love you, baby.”

he collapses over you, your arms wrapping around him tightly as you both catch your breaths, panting harshly while your fingers weakly thread through his sweaty locks.

“better go clean me up before this mess gets on my new dress,” you mutter, making his head dig deeper into your neck.

“can’t a guy just cuddle in peace,” he pouts, “so mean all the time.” giggling, you plant a sweet kiss to the side of his head, making him smile softly against your skin.

“i love you too, by the way,” you murmur, and gojo thinks he’ll regularly take you dress shopping from now on if it ends like this.

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BONUS:

“do you like hanging out with my mom better, or me? be honest,” gojo prods at your shoulder, making you groan as you swat at his chest.

“i’m trying to sleep, satoru.”

“just answer.”

“your mom. you’re annoying,” you mutter, settling comfortably against his chest once more and closing your eyes. he pouts, staring down at you in disbelief.

“but—”

“goodnight.”

mama gojo >>> boyfriend gojo

[adventuresinobx]

Are you taking requests? If so, a JJ imagine where he fucks the reader in front of a mirror??🫣

A/N: Sorry this took so long but hope you like it!

Warnings: Smut 😈 the usual 😂

You and your boyfriend JJ had a very active - and experimental - sex life. He’s always up for trying everything at least once, and who were you to disagree?

You’ve had rough sex, he’s choked you, he tied you up; there was countless things. But he had a new favourite thing at the moment, and that was getting to fuck you in the mirror, watching you watch him do everything you loved to you. Man, he could never get tired of that.

You were stood nervously in front of the mirror the first time. He had managed to get you naked - an easy feat - and now he was stood staring at you both standing there with no clothes on, his arms wrapped around you. He traced his hands up and down the curves of your body, looking at you right in the eyes as he did. He had taught you to love yourself in every way.

He kept your gaze in the mirror, running his hands to the front of your body and over your tummy first and then up to feel your tits. He used his fingers on one hand to twist your nipples one by one and watched as a moan spilled from your lips at each sharp movement.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder, eyes closing for a brief moment which was totally the wrong thing to do, as his hand made its way to your ass and he smacked you, hard. The pain fuzzed into pleasure for you quite quickly and you looked up at him in the eyes, willing for him to do it again.

“Keep those eyes open cupcake,” he told you, “I want you to watch me touch you. Watch me make you feel better than any Kook ever could.” It had been years since you dated one Kook, but JJ had never let you forget it.

You could see his cock was already hard, the tip glistening from the pre-cum he had leaked already. You were soaking too, and if you couldn’t see it, you could definitely feel it. So badly. It felt good.

You nodded your head, watching as he ran his hand down your stomach and to where you needed him most. You felt his fingers graze over your inner thighs before he began to run his finger up and down your slit.

“JJ,” you moaned breathlessly, bucking your hips up to meet his hand, “Feels so good.” You took note of how big - and rough - his hands were and how they only added to the pleasure you were feeling. You briefly shut your eyes again, overwhelmed by the pleasure as his fingers continued to move across your core.

“Keep your eyes open please, I want you to watch me,” he growled, clearly very turned on too. Your eyes shot open just in time to see his finger slip inside you. From this angle it felt so good and you couldn’t help but start thrusting up to meet his hand as he added another finger in. It was all too much, you knew you wouldn’t last for long if he kept it going like this.

You reached behind you to take his cock in your hand, using the pre-cum and spreading it over the entire length so you could help him too. He moaned out, right in your ear, as he his head fell onto your shoulder at the feeling. His fingers kept moving but slowed down in speed as he tried to get used to what you were doing to him too.

“Eyes up, look at me,” you said in a jokey tone, teasing him. He had done the same to you throughout and he deserved some sort of payback.

“Bitch,” he spat, before hungrily kissing your neck and spinning you around and placing a kiss on your lips. It was a needy one, his cock pressed against your thigh. He was so passionate when he kissed you like this and his arms felt so good wrapped around you.

“Turn around,” he ordered, letting go of you and dragging a nearby chair in front of the mirror. “Hands on there,” he said, tapping the top of the chair and you did as he asked. “Now keep your eyes on mine,” he said.

You nodded, getting into the exact position he wanted. He moaned loudly as he bent you over the chair and he pushed himself inside you from behind, your moans coming moments after as you relaxed into the sensation. He felt so good inside you. I mean you said that all the time, but he did feel incredible and don’t get you even started on the way he was gripping at your waist.

You started to match his movements now, thrusting back on him as he slipped in and out of you with ease. He held a strong grip of your hips, likely bruising your skin or leaving red marks with how strong he was holding onto you. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said.

You kept the gaze, staring at him in the reflection as he pounded in and out of you. It was that intense eye contact that had you cumming in seconds as you felt that coil inside you snap.

“Look so beautiful in the mirror ma’am,” he said, your heart racing and your thighs clenching together as your orgasm hit you absolutely full force. He followed soon after, shooting hot streams of his cum inside you. He held himself there for a few moments, basking in the sensation of feeling your walls pulsing around him.

He pulled himself out of you after a few moments and took a deep breath, his sweaty forehead falling on your shoulder. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist to steady both you and him.

“I love you,” he muttered, his voice soft.

“I love you too.”

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[quiet-hypnotist]

Pick Me Up

“Excuse me, Mister. Hold this for me, will you?”

He didn’t realize who said it or why because as soon as the words registered with him a silvery chain slid between his fingers. Perplexed he watched as with firm grip fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling his hand up. Which involuntarily led his eyes along the shiny metal of the chain down to a violet crystal that spun at its end. It looked expensive. Surely too valuable to place in the hands of the first random person one came across? Yet the mysterious voice sighed in relief. “Thanks, sir. You really saved me here. Silly me for picking up only the prettiest things whenever I go out shopping. I end up having my hands full so easily. And surely you have an idea just how helpless that would make innocent little me. But can anyone blame me? Just look at this stone. So pretty. So shiny. I had to have it so I took it. Yet it’s clear when looking at it how it can get so heavy to hold after a while. Can you see how heavy it is?” The voice chuckled and he was oddly taken by it. It was hard to place where it came from. Was the speaker moving around him? He wanted to look but the crystal looked too precious. And goodness, with his hand raised up so high it dangled freely in plain sight for all around! He didn’t dare to look away out of an irrational worry someone might snatch it before the unknown speaker had finished whatever it was they needed to free up their hands for. So he just mumbled a vague reply that could easily be anything as he waited for the speaker to introduce themselves or explain in some way what was going on.

“It looks so pristine and solid, doesn’t it? A real marvel, some might say,” the voice offered instead of an explanation, “But after looking at it for a while I found out that deep within there are so many things to discover. Cracks and bubbles, traces of minerals that break the light when it falls upon the polished surface and reflect it with dozens of new, fascinating colours.”

Be that as it may, he was puzzled as to how that should be relevant. Yet somehow the voice was pleasant to listen to so he patiently smiled while examining the smooth crystal a bit more.

“After focusing on it for a while I managed to find patterns in the colours, only to lose them when the stone sways back and forth. Every time it changes a little yet again. It seems even rocks are subject to powers far stronger than them. An influence that cracks them and slowly gives them a new shape. And if that applies to rocks, can you imagine how easily it could happen in much the same way to something softer? How it could be changed by a power beyond its control into a new form, a new state of being?”

He merely mumbled something that he hoped sounded sufficiently vague because to be honest, he hardly listened. Whoever they were, they clearly were going off on their own monologue and he knew from countless hours in the office that the only real way of not losing his mind at such times was indifferently nodding along until they were done.

So instead he watched the stone as it spun in smaller and smaller circles on its chain. Interesting how it was still spinning even though he was sure that he was holding still. Was there a breeze flowing that caused it to move? He almost gasped in surprise when the steady concentric movement changed and the stone began to sway from side to side. He could have sworn he didn’t move a muscle and felt no wind, yet somehow the longer the voice talked the easier it was to just watch the stone and be fascinated by its shimmer whenever it caught the light at just the right angle.

The voice was right, he noticed. There were a lot of curious patterns in the crystal, almost like swirls of colour rather than one even tinge. And even though it might just be his eyes playing tricks on him he couldn’t help but smile when it looked like those swirls were flowing in ever new directions as the stone dangled this way or that one.

So he barely cared when firm fingers locked around his jaw, one hand steadying his neck as the voice spurred him on: “Look a bit closer.”

Blinking, he realized how big the crystal seemed all out of a sudden. A wave of dizziness washed over him but the voice didn’t allow him to fall. Their hands were there to steady him when his muscles grew close to giving out until he felt like a mannequin in their grasp. Words flowed around him and seemed to reverberate in the back of his mind but he knew they were nowhere near as important as the crystal.

With a chuckle the voice floated through his mind, a single fingertip sending shivers up and down his spine when it traced his face and slipped down around his neck.

“It might be a bad habit of mine that when I see something pretty I want to pick it up. But I couldn’t resist this pretty stone. And neither can you.”

He let out a long sigh. It felt far too tiring to try and explain that he could easily resist. Wasn’t the voice perfectly happy just talking to itself? So why waste that breath when instead he could happily study the crystal. And just look pretty for a while. The thought had something amusing as he focused on it. Only the way the stone shivered and bounced at the end of its chain told him that his feet began to move while the voice never changed, cheerfully matching the pace of his steps: “You’ll see that I truly treasure everything I bring home with me though. All of my lucky finds are so happy when I get my hands on them. True, you might be a bit bigger than the rest. Can’t exactly keep you on a shelf. But don’t you worry your pretty empty head about that. You’ll fit right in with my toys, you’ll see!” He frowned a bit. What an odd habit this was to talk to mindless inanimate objects like that. But then the crystal spun on the end of its chain and his thoughts dissolved once more in swirls of sparkling colour. Whatever the voice wanted was not so urgent that he would actually have to think about it. He could just nod his head and look pretty. On a day like this it was exactly the sort of pick-me-up that he needed.

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[the-haunted-office]

Doomsday oohs and aahs at her new surroundings. She's never been to a place like this before! Especially not one with a ceiling that looks like it goes on forever. A good deal of her attention is diverted to admiring the view before Hellmourn begins speaking to her.

"Hello, Hellmourn!" she echoes, waving at him as she makes her way on over. "Hell yeah I'd like to see that Victor sword! If I may."

When it materializes her eyes are instantly glued to it. It's just about the most metal thing she's ever seen, and it very clearly isn't all metal. "Holy shit, that's sick! Hell yeah I like it! I mean, look at all the shiny colors on it, and it looks really powerful, and- is that his spine there?" she asks, pointing at what does indeed appear to be the spine. "How do you suppose ol' Victor would feel about being made into a weapon? Surely this should prove that he isn't.. spineless. I mean, with a sword like this he's surely to always be... the victor..."

The ghost cackles at her own jokes as she moves around the sword, inspecting it from every angle. "Man, the only way a person could beat this is if they made a sword out of their own body. If it weren't for the fact that my body was destroyed I think I'd consider it. I mean, I can make things using my own energy," she says, and demonstrates by spawning in her scythe, which is about the same height she is and is all black, except for the blade which glows with the soft silvery-blue of her own energy, "but it's nowhere near as cool as the Victor sword. Do you ever duel with it?"

As she asks this, she steps back a couple feet and twirls her scythe expertly in her hands, spinning it above her head like a paid living advertisement. It's clear from the way she handles it that she's been practicing with it for a long time and has mastered her control over it.

She stops spinning the scythe and sets the butt end of it back down on the ground, and grins over it at Hellmourn. "Well?"

Doomsday pops her head into the Ask Box and gazes around with her seemingly-blind, bright glowing yellow eye sockets.

"Helloooooo! I'm looking for Hellmourn! I was told he has a sword made out of a dead muse of his! Can I see it?"

@parables-for-days

Oh, it's Doomsday! Mun loves Doomsday. The words in this reply guide her over to an ashen door, adorned with golden handles. The doors open quietly before her... and there he was. Hellmourn, sitting at his desk. At least this time, he isn't cramped over in a smaller office. The ceilings are ridiculously tall, so tall in fact- that they fade away into some kind of void. There are however, speckles of gold mixed throughout the void, like stars.

"Oh, Doomsday." He speaks, looking up from his little computer. He's in the middle of typing replies, wondering how to make his other creations suffer. With a content sigh, Hellmourn then stands from his desk. "I hear that you wanted to see the Victor sword?" With a single clap, it materialises in his hands.

The sword glistens so beautifully in the dim light. The singular golden strand on the hilt. The blade is pretty standard, with a golden decoration wrapping over the lower part of the blade. The sword is not broken, so there are no signs of the glistening stars that are hidden within.

"The whole sword is created from the remains of Victor Brighting, a former Narrator."

He stabs the sword into the wooden floor beneath them, allowing her to have a better look. The grip of the sword is made up of a spine, specifically- Victors. The hilt resembles flesh and muscles, along with a wilting hand sticking out from the opposite end.

"Do you like it?"