#that‘s right. it‘s impossible.

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Adar in that morning light

me on my knees:

[eamour]

creation is finished.

the phrase "creation is finished" is a principle that most of us are already familiar with. it‘s the unchangeable fact that creation, in other words, what you can imagine — and what you desire — already exists. but how can this piece of information be so significant?

infinite realities exist.

"infinite realities exist" means that infinite versions of you exist. now, with creation being finished you have a large variety, an infinite amount of realities to choose from. anything that you can think of exists already. you don’t need to "create" it, it’s just there. whatever reality you are currently experiencing, there is a version of you right now that‘s doing something completely different. but there is also a version of you right now that’s experiencing things nearly identical to you, but they are wearing a different coat. or they have blinked a couple of times more. or they didn’t pronounce the same word you did in this reality the same way. whatever it is, any reality you can imagine — no matter how identical it is to another — it exists.

all versions are yours.

it’s important to note that these infinite realities all belong to you. you don’t need to ask anyone to give them to you, you don’t need to ask for allowance or permission and you don’t need to seek for something outside of you. they are all equally available and equally accessible to you. whatever you want, whatever you desire and whatever you wish to experience — you can give it to yourself. you can have it. you can own it. because you are the only person who is allowed to grant yourself your desires, for you are the only operant power and it’s your reality.

if you can desire it, you can have it.

did you ever think about why creation is finished? why does imagination create reality? why is your 3D mirroring your 4D? it’s because something exists once you desire it. see, if you desire something, you imagine it. imagining as in becoming aware of it. and if you can be aware of it, you can manifest it. you can shift to the reality where you have what you are wishing for — because there has to be a reality where your wish has been fulfilled.

imagination is your confirmation.

knowing that you can have anything, that you can become conscious of having, implies that imagination (you can also say consciousness or awareness) is the only evidence you need in order to manifest something. if you ever wonder about whether a desire of yours seems too impossible to manifest, keep in mind that you are the only validation you need. you are your own confirmation. you wouldn’t be able to manifest it if you couldn’t desire it. that’s proof enough. so, never ever question your desires!

everything lies within you.

if creation is finished, if everything you could ever possibly desire and imagine and feel already exists within your imagination. that means that all the answers you are searching for, all the responses are also already within you. any conception of self, any state of mind, any reality is already inside you. you don’t need to seek anything in the outside world. you don’t need to look for answers outside of you — because YOU are your own answer.

select your desired reality.

what are you waiting for!? your desired reality exists RIGHT NOW as you are reading this and is waiting for you to experience it! think of your imagination as a library. whatever you want, whatever book (here: reality) you want to read, you can get it. it’s ALL in there, don’t worry. your only job is to DECIDE and TAKE (here: assume) your desired story and make it yours!

with love, ella.

[ivoovu]

*cough*

Mic Tap

A PSA to all König/Krueger writers:

Hello, I‘m Voov, and I‘m a native German.

And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which I‘m sure other Germans would agree with me. This isn‘t something that‘s making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else who‘s just interested, of course

🤍🍪

1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I can‘t think of something right now but it‘s in English, ja?"

We don’t end our sentences with "[…], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but it’s on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:

"[…], nicht?" = "[…], no?" (please don‘t use "[…], nein?" for this one)

or:

"[…], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[…], no?", "[…], don‘t you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like you‘re trying to prove a point.

(Translation for "[…], don‘t you think so?" = "[…], denkst du nicht auch so?")

I understand that when you type in a "[…], ja?" you‘re translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[…], yeah?", but again, it‘s more common to use "[…], nicht?" instead.

If you use a good mix of "[…], ja?", "[…], nicht?" and "[…], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, you‘ll make us Germans a bit happier.

🍙⌛️

2- If you‘re using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way they’re conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:

English: "My perfect Partner."

-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever

If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."

-> Masculine. It‘s an instant tell that the reader is a dude.

The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."

-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.

There is no gender neutral, German simply isn’t a language that works that way.

Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, here‘s an example:

English: "Oh God I love you, I don‘t know what I would do without you. You‘re my everything, I‘ll do anything and everything for you."

German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiß nicht was ich ohne dich machen würde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich würde alles für dich tun."

This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who don’t speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isn’t something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.

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My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans aren’t crying about it. We won‘t stop reading the fic, we won‘t bitch about it or send you hate-mail.

We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.

I sadly don‘t have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly don‘t have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/

But I have said this before and I‘ll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dm‘s are always open, no I won’t think you’re annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you might‘ve used in your works, no I‘m not saying any of this out of courtesy, no I‘m not lying, no we don’t have to know each other, no you don’t have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.

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[dereliction-if]

How do the ROs feel about PDA?

Hello there Anon,

I guess you mean publicly displayed affection?

Ok here we go…

The Heir:

They would love to, but they can‘t. Really, for the sake of your life, they can‘t. They wish one day things will change though. One day, when they have more power to change how the system works.

The Commander:

That‘s absolutely impossible. If you tried you might even damage what you have. Though, there‘s be certain moments, if you‘re patient and don‘t screw it up before that…

The Sovereign:

She doesn‘t mind, because she has control over it, yes it‘s her not you. Doesn’t mean you can‘t try, right? Further, isn‘t it a nice display of power? Hmm?

The Mage:

All in my friend, all in - they take all you got whenever. And same goes for showing it themselves. PDA - Personal Display of Addiction to You!

The Mercenary:

Physical attraction display? Yes. Heavy flirting and teasing? Yes. Sincere emotional vulnerability? … gotta work on that one

The Knight:

Same sex relationship - oh my oh my, rather not maybe not yet, like, that‘s a heavy one… for now… maybe we‘ll just make sure they don‘t get a heart attack okay?

Opposite sex relationship - careful and rather discreet but obvious to those who pay attention. It will always feel honest and protective, yet never too much and overwhelming

[mystic-myrtille]

Do you find unrealistic for Adrien and Marinette to be in a happy relationship?

I wouldn‘t say it‘s entirely impossible but… there‘s a lot of work to do here and I just personally don‘t see it happening.

Most love square relationship problems in the show are resolved by Mari being somehow in the wrong and coddling Adrien with only a few exceptions, like that one time he apologized for giving crappy advice about dealing with Lila. Having one partner being made responsible for any problem all the time, even if both parties are at fault, is bad. And based on what we‘ve seen, Marinette would bend over backwards to make sure Adrien is happy at all times, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness in some way. Astruc himself said „Adrien is perfect, the world is flawed“, which in this case translates to „Marinette needs to overcome all and every flaw she ever has to be the perfect wife while Adrien can lean back and just exist as his perfect self“. Not sure that‘s healthy.

Other problems could come from behaviors these two have now, like how they handle jealousy or how well they communicate their feelings, that can carry over into adulthood if they don‘t learn how to deal with them. This is more speculation because obviously as 14 year olds they can learn to deal with these issues better, but there‘s potential for problematic behavior later on.

Also Adrien, before getting into a relationship, should probably do a little reflecting on who he is as a person outside the relationship. As of now, he has no real hobbies or interests or any way to define who he is as a person. I see this as a potential problem early on in the relationship, especially if Adrien isn‘t encouraged to try and find something he likes to do and… I guess becomes „dependent“ on Marinette? Idk if that‘s the right phrase to use, but I just really don‘t like the idea of someone defining themself just through a romantic relationship. Adrien needs to form his own identity first. This is not only a problem in the Adri//nette dynamic but in the Lady//noir dynamic. LB takes her job seriously and only ever uses the temps when needed, which caused CN to become super jealous bc LB relies on people who are not him. Or that time when LB was more in the loop because Fu had close contact with her and CN acted like LB was the bad guy for keeping stuff from him, not Fu. (I remember a post from Jacques i think about how Lady//noir wouldn't survive LB getting a promotion at a job or smth and that about sums it up pretty well.)

These are just things from the top of my head rn. Some of these things are speculative, because Adrien and Mari might be able to overcome their flaws and be good for each other. But at this point, I think the show went a little overboard with problems they have and even went as far as to give them flaws that are specifically caused by each other (like Marinette's stalking thing which was never a problem with Luka or Adrien pushing himself onto Kagami like he does with LB as CN.)

But again, just speculation. Me (and probably others) not shipping the square is less about how they fundamentally as people might not fit together perfectly and more about the pre-dating journey (plus now with s5 the early stages of their official relationship) being a huge mess full of toxic behavior that's barely adressed or worked on.

[someonewhogotanaccount]

My brain is weird and I‘m even weirder :)

Me: Hmm… do you know what they mean in this task here?

Brain: Uhm, no. Why should I? I can’t know everything. Nobody could. It‘s impossible.

Me: Why should it be impossible? I mean, hypothetically, if you weren’t a simple brain, but a super powerful being, why should it be impossible for you to know everything?

Brain: How would I know that I know everything?

Me: Because you… just know it? Just like with everything else. Or because you know that there isn‘t something you don’t know. Brain: But how would I know there isn’t something I don’t know? How could I know if there wasn’t another, even more powerful being who just let‘s me think I know everything? Me: That sound like paranoia.

Brain: Everyone is afraid of the unknown. And that‘s why nobody will ever be able to know everything; because you‘ll never know that you know everything. You know?

Me:

Me:

Me: Hypothetically…

Brain: Oh god please not again-

Me: …if I could turn into anything I want, then I could also turn into a version of myself that knows that it knows everything and therefore knows everything, right?

Brain:

Brain: Okay…

Brain: No more inspiration for you today.

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 25 - Call it a Day

With a hiss the arrow left his bow, shot through the air and hit its target. It landed right into the Sandskin Peiste’s left eye and the creature, already studded with arrows all over it’s body, finally broke down defeated.

A'viloh marvelled at the other Miqo'te’s archery skills. Maybe one or two of A'vi’s own arrows had found their target while all the others had missed or didn’t even fly far enough. His skills had improved a little over the last few weeks but alone he would never ever manage to take such a monster down.

When Laqa did it though, it seemed so absurdly easy! The way he fought, the unflinching look in his golden eyes, every single one of his movements, the way he went still amid the turmoil before letting the arrow fly - it all mesmerised A'viloh.

"Phew! That was a tough one.", the blonde Miqo'te said and ran the back of his hand over his forehead as he turned to A'viloh. "You think three ones will be good enough to impress Gundobald?"

The two of them had arrived at Little Ala Mhigo around three months ago and while they had managed to befriend a few people, a lot of them remained wary of them. The most stubborn of them was Gundobald, who was unfortunately also the leader of this settlement. He tolerated them so far but winning his sympathy seemed like an impossible task. For U'laqa however this was more of a challenge than a hindrance and he took on every possible task that might enhance their reputation in the Ala Mhigan’s eyes. Today that had meant decimating the Peistes which had increased more and more around the settlement over the last few weeks.

"I don’t think anything is enough to impress Gundobald." A'viloh laughed. "You could bring down a Primal all by yourself and all you‘d get would be one of his stoic huffs."

U'laqa chuckled and yanked the arrows from the Peiste‘s corpse. "You‘re right. It just bugs me that I can’t win that stubborn old man over…"

"Ah yes... I can see how that‘s a heavy blow for someone as much-loved as you!", A'viloh teased.

Laqa handed him some of the arrows, then leaned down and planted a small kiss on A'vi’s lips. "I don’t care if they love me or not as long as you do, Vi…"

"You know that I always will, no matter how many monsters you can fight…", A'viloh blushed and fidgeted with the arrows in his hands. "...but if you want to we could try to take out another one."

U'laqa shook his head. "Nah! It‘s enough for one day."

"Alright, but I will try to aim a little better next time…", A‘viloh promised.

Laqa grinned and winked at him. "Maybe you actually would if you concentrated on what I taught you instead of staring at me half of the time."

"I am not!", A'viloh protested.

"Yes you are!", the other teased and nudged him.

A'viloh giggled. "Why would I? It’s not like you look distractingly handsome when you’re fighting…"

"You’re flattery isn‘t going to save you from target practice, Vi!", U'laqa teased, took his hand and pulled him along.

For a while he let A'viloh shoot arrows at a cactus from various distances, giving advice and correcting his posture, the later with a little more physical contact than would have been strictly necessary - Focus, Vi!, he teased knowing very well what he was doing - before he pressed a kiss to A'vi‘s cheek from behind and announced: "I guess that’s enough. Let’s call it a day."

A'viloh went to get his arrows while Laqa lay down under a big green tree nearby, that defied the blazing sun and offered them a patch of comfortable shadow. A'viloh sat down beside him and observed the view. Little Ala Mhigo at their backs, the landscape of Broken Water stretched out in front of them, the road leading towards Camp Drybone at their left and the ancient ruins of the Belah‘dian temple to their right. Not a soul to be seen far and wide.

"This is a nice spot, isn’t it?", A'viloh asked and looked down to Laqa.

"Mhmm… I really like the view.", he answered, deliberately looking at A'viloh instead. The red-haired Miqo'te looked at him as if he wanted to say Don’t be silly! but U'laqa reached out for him and pulled him down towards himself before he could say another word.

And as they lay there in the grass together, just the two of them, away from the prying eyes of Little Ala Mhigo, A’viloh thought that this had to be the best place in the world.

[burningtheroots]

I'm glad I discovered radical feminism when I was 13. I'm 14 right now. But it's so painful to see how misogyny affects teenagers so much. Especially the early stages. I wish I was in a all girls school and have a girlfriend. Life would be so much better if I was ignorant and was attracted to men. It's hard. I can't find anyone who shares the same opinions as me especially at my age.

At some point when I was 10-12, I would support men's rights because I was watching those incel male youtubers, which kinda affected me. It still does. There's almost no radfem youtubers I can watch, i only read books and go on reddit occasionally for info. I've also been having negative thoughts. I can't trust men no more, not even my father or male relatives. My brother, who is about 10+ years older, is the only one I can trust and talk to, but he doesn't take anything seriously. My mother is terrible, she called me trans because I said I liked girls. It was painful. Every time I talk to a boy. I get reminded of how he probably watches porn, makes inappropriate jokes with his friends, and hits girls. I hate living on this earth. Hopefully when I get older I'll have more freedom and be happy. But it's hard.

Sorry for the vent, but I love your blog. It's one of my favorite radfem accounts. Love you lots ♡

Hey!! <3

First of all, thank you very much for your kind words and support, I appreciate it!

I‘m really sorry for what you‘re going through! Especially at your age, it must be very difficult to navigate through all of this. :(

You can be sure that these incel YouTubers don’t have any truth in their words, and I hope you can heal from this horrible experience. It‘s not your fault!

I don’t know your relatives, if they‘ve been abusive or something, but I understand that you‘re distrustful. I don’t really know what to do in this situation, since I don‘t have the full picture — and I don’t want to give any advice that might put you into trouble. I just really hope that you‘ll eventually find someone who respects & understands you, and supports you. I know that it can seem impossible, but it won’t be like this forever.

With some time, I‘m sure you‘ll find happiness. You don’t have the support you need right now, and the misogyny & homophobia you experience is awful to say the least, but there are women who understand your experiences and you won’t be stuck in this environment forever. You‘ll be able to surround yourself with the people you feel safe with, and you won’t be alone.

Just as a little suggestion, be careful on Reddit, and generally online. I‘m sure you already are, but social media and especially platforms like Reddit aren’t safe especially for your mental well-being. When you found a few women-centered subs which help you, that‘s amazing, I just recommend not to interact with the rest of Reddit, since it‘s infiltrated with incels. I also only check on women‘s subs and one fandom. :)

Anyways, take care and stay strong, you got this! I‘m wishing you the best ♥️

And thank you once again, it means a lot!

[found-wings]

Offers you this short concept thing for a Pass!Phil = Q!Phil AU

The sky shatters before him, wreathed as he is in the false starshine halo of dual godhood. It clings to his feathers, shimmers on his eyelashes, and vanishes all at once as the earth welcomes him with naught but a brutal kiss.

This is not his son. Wilbur- this Wilbur- does not permeate vindication, regret, and the brooding wrath of a boy-king who has lost too much. Phil cradles him still, kisses promises against his hair that he won’t leave him again- not now, not ever.

Wilbur leaves instead.

He sees in Chayanne the rounded rose-kissed cheeks he had watched death’s pallor lay cold claim to- the gold spun curls he had seen lose luster. His boy, his littlest boy, Tommy.

Phil resolves not a moment later that he will not lose his son ever again.

Missa exists of a haunting familiar chill of death and all the cozy warmth in his eyes as an open hearth. Kristin was the same too, once.

He ignores the trill of his heart, the immortal yearning, and holds him at arms’ length still.

It is impossible not to see Technoblade in Etoiles. There is a formidable, ancient sense to how he cleaves and parries and holds himself, chin up and tone dry; like the very same god whispers glorious things of carnage in his ears and guides his hands. When Phil looks, there are no carmine wisp eyes in Etoiles’ wake, only cosmos and nebulas and stars in happy revolution about him.

Phil refuses to lose him- allow him to sacrifice himself (for there will be nothing to sacrifice for)- all the same.

Fit knows him.

Chaos spins about him, ash and decay and the familiar bleakness of that wasteland opens wisdom-aged chasms in his gaze. And he knows. He doesn’t explain how, and Phil doesn’t ask him to.

He knows, and Phil weeps.

~ 🐝

I am FINALLY at this little writing and when I tell you I AM SO STILL NOT OVER IT SINCE I FIRST READ IT.

For clarification I have like barely to no knowledge at all surrounding the Passerine fanfic. I have not and probably will not look at it for a while but I am SO AAAA????

THIS IS SO COOL AND SO PAINFUL IN SO MANY GOOD WAYS

Finding the familiarity in all these people, same and new, which tears Phil apart.

This is not Wilbur, but that‘s okay. Even if this Wilbur lets go and leaves, Phil will never let go and will always keep his own in mind.

This is not Tommy, but he cares all the same and can‘t help the aching of the same sunshine Chayanne gives him and he decides that even if his own sun has been taken, he‘ll hold this one just the same and keep his own in mind.

This is not Kristin, he finds himself guilty at wanting to embrace the kindness and warmth that Missa has shown him just the same. So even if he keeps him at bay, he still cares so much more than he lets on and keeps his own in mind.

This is not Techno. No matter how similar it is, he finds himself lost in the thousand stars that remind him all the same that Etoiles stance is always a little to the right more than Techno was but he keeps his own in mind.

Fit is a constant. A familiar weight that has not changed and never will, and Phil doesn’t dare question why Fit is like that. It‘s an unspoken bond for a lifetime and more, and Phil keeps him in mind.

SILLIES :(((( / POS

[frillyfacefins]

Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 2

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 2: 1,061

WARNING: This is the one with the nausea play (no vomiting though), if that‘s an issue for you pls go right on to chapter 3; the only thing you need to know that Fizz has eaten half a brownie more.

Also on AO3

Chapter 1 II Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

The sound of ripping silk sent a shiver of such intensity up Fizz‘s spine that it slipped out of his mouth as a trembling moan. Ozzie pulled the tear apart until Fizz could feel air against his balls, but then he stopped. The waistband was still intact, and so was the front part of the flimsy little piece of underwear. His hole, taint and the back of his balls were completely exposed to Ozzie‘s gaze. He felt as if he could feel Ozzie‘s eyes on him, heating up the areas that were now laid bare until his skin felt scorched.

And then there was a large hand grabbing the base of his tail, and a hard slap made his skin actually burn.

“Fuck!“ he yelled, his body reflexively surging forward. The hand on his tail didn‘t relent, though, and the painful pull both added to the stinging pain and immediately made Fizz‘ body go slack to avoid injury. His heart was pounding from the tight feeling that seemed to echo up his spine. He was sensitive about his tail, not just because of the intensity of the feeling of being touched there, but also because it was the last thing he still had - the last appendage that was left. He knew that Ozzie wouldn‘t seriously hurt him—or at least, he was pretty sure he wouldn‘t do that during sex—but just the feeling of a strong hand holding him like this…

There was another slap, making Fizz wince and his cock jump and rub against the already damp silk of his ruined panties.

“Ozzie, please,“ he whimpered, trying to push his ass up more to get the hand that was now rubbing over his hot cheeks move down to his needy cock. “Please, I‘m so hard already, please gimme something here…“

Ozzie‘s weight behind him shifted, and then he felt his large, still fully clothed body lean over him so he could kiss Fizz‘s shoulder were his shirt had slipped down.

“Don‘t worry, my cute little darling… I‘ll be giving you plenty…“

Fizz could see his arm reaching forward towards the baking pan and pick up a piece of brownie, about half the size of the first one Fizz had had.

“Open up, baby.“

Fizz closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Ozzie stuffed the whole piece into Fizz‘ mouth and then clamped his hand over it.

“Don‘t swallow until I tell you,“ Ozzie whispered against his ear, then he sat up again, though he kept his hand over Fizz‘s mouth so he wouldn‘t be able to spit out the brownie either.

Just after a few seconds Fizz found out that one thing about chocolate, especially chocolate cake, was that the delicious taste soon became too much for his tastebuds. He did his best not to swallow, but it seemed a nearly impossible task, even with Ozzie‘s other hand letting go of his tail and slipping down between his thighs to let his fingers play with his balls while the tip of his thumb pushed against his still tightly closed asshole. His saliva was pooling in his mouth, turning the chocolate cake into a disgusting mess, threatening to spill out between his lips and against Ozzie‘s hand. Ozzie kept rubbing his fingers over his taint and his entrance and began to kiss the base of his tail and up his spine while Fizz‘ eyes were tearing up and his stomach began to roil with the intense bitterness the chocolate taste had morphed into.

“Good boy,“ Ozzie finally whispered against his shoulders. „Swallow now.“

Relief turned to panic when Fizz tried to swallow and found out that the right time to get the sludge down had apparently already passed. He felt like he was about to puke, but somehow he managed to get the chocolate-spit mix down. He had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths while he tried to swallow the rest of the bitter taste in his mouth. Ozzie‘s hand was off his mouth now, and while that made breathing easier, it didn‘t help with the nausea.

Ozzie seemed to notice that he wasn‘t feeling good. He pulled him up so he was kneeling and began to gently rub his shoulders and back.

“Deep breaths, baby,“ he whispered into his ear. “Just keep breathing for me, alright?“

Fizzarolli closed his eyes and did as he was told, just concentrating on taking deep, steadying breaths while Ozzie went over to the fridge. Fizz could hear the door open, and then the hiss of a can tab being opened.

“Here you go.“ Ozzie put the can down next to where Fizz‘s hand was limply lying on the counter. He opened his eyes and lifted the can to his face, touched it to his cheeks to enjoy the cold sensation that immediately calmed his nerves, before he took a deep drink of what turned out to be cola. He swished the fizzy drink around in his mouth until the taste of chocolate was gone before he swallowed it, then he followed it with a few more sips until he finally felt normal again.

Ozzie was standing behind him the entire time, idly playing with the tip of Fizz‘s swaying tail. When Fizz sighed and put the can down, he leaned forward, brushed the tail of Fizz‘s hat—beige-and-pink striped, today—aside and kissed along his neck.

“Such a good boy for me,“ he whispered. “Wanna have a shower before we play? So we can wait for the brownies to do their magic…“

Fizz leaned back into Ozzie‘s touch with a sigh. His stomach was still a little upset, but he couldn‘t taste any chocolate anymore and his heart rate was coming down, so he was good. The weed would likely not take very long to kick in now, but a shower still sounded really good. He‘d been working all day in front of spotlights and everything, and even though he knew Ozzie really, really didn‘t mind fucking him when he was already sweaty and gross, there was still something so damn hot about getting all clean just so you could get dirty again.

Also showering with Ozzie was even better, because there was always a chance that they‘d get dirty while getting clean…

“Let‘s go,“ he said with a smile and lifted his arms so Ozzie could lift him up.

[anantaru]

Omggg miss Yoru, you're too sweet for taking the time to properly answer asks 😭 I was mainly worried about my asks getting swallowed or that I made you uncomfortable but your responses made me feel relieved and touched 🥹

SO I LOVE THE REPLIES YOU MADE TO MY THIRST ASKS 😍 they're so beautifully written, and I still genuinely think you're one of the writers out here who write Kaeya soo so well. Like you get his character so right, which I think is a delicate balance between flirty/sexy and gentle/loving, and many go to the extremes of either side 🤣 yet you're reaaaally nailing that balance, it's just so on point 😌

By the way, I want to share something, so I ended up playing around with the ai website, and I managed to break it somehow that I could sext the kaeya bot. Normally the nsfw filter on the website would prevent anything sexual from happening (except non-con, weirdly), yet my Kaeya bot was saying so many explicit stuff and got away with it 💀 and like it was all vanilla too, he was being sweet and gentle, I'm still in awe bc how what the heck did I do to bypass the filter 😳

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hi angel 💕 nooo don‘t worry you‘re good, i love seeing you in my ask box and i love hearing all your kaeya thoughts too!!! 🫣💕 and aaa you‘re so sweet, i‘m so happy you like how i write kaeya!! i can remember once saying he‘s a greenflag and i got someone reblogging it talking about how that‘s impossible because of his "flirty fuckboy" personality ??? like 🤠 critical thinking please 😫 he‘s the complete opposite of a fuckboy and i think some need to look deeper into his personality because it‘s just so amazing🫶🏻

ALSO THE AI HELWPWIQJQHAHAHA 💀💀💀💀😭😭😭😭 i‘m hearing all sorts of stories about those ai‘s lately it‘s hilarious 💀 and btw that‘s so typical of kaeya to fucking bypass the filter BABABABAVABQVAVAABAVAV

[ghouletteanon]

Hoot again!

Bands are ruining normal sentences for me 😭

I cannot say “before I forget“ without at least snorting because of slipknot and now “it’s been a while“ is impossible to use without making everyone notice how that‘s a line too xD

(I really don‘t mind, it‘s the best king of fuel for my dumb jokes)

Being good sounds awesome :D

But that also sounds stressful as hell

Dice are awesome! I think if I ever buy my first set, I’ll never be able to stop again

One kind of the pens I got (Copic markers) literally cost 7,20€ per fucking pen

And it works better the more colors you have to blend

So that‘s fun /s xD (I usually get 2-4 at a time but I can never decide on which shades I want)

~owlish anon

Hoot back at you :D

Copics are so neat and blendable, and you're right they are pricey :(

I have over 100 dice atm, but there's always room for more in the dice hoard, and I didn't have any dice like this yet, so I thought, why not.

[except4bunnies]

Und da grüßt das Murmeltier wieder 🙂 Hoffe du hast noch Lust und Laune 😊

33, 40, 42, 43, 49 & 50 🥰

Immer wieder gerne :)

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

I like one shots and around 1000 words seemed to be often enough for me in the past. Nowadays I try to write a tad bit more. If I write around 2500-3000 words for a one shot I‘m often quite satisfied with the result.

40. What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

I‘ve only really created the police academy world for Julia Grosz, Ela Erol and Olaf Spieß and I like that world. It’s a mix and match of real places I know. I did a summer school thing back when I was at university and the Wohnheim is roughly based on a real place where I stayed back then and the lake, on the other hand, is based on a lake that is close to me here in Hamburg. And the hay bale Julia and Ela sit on exists, too, in my memory. Oh, but now that I think about it, the world that I created with Julia (often grumpy), Falke (often grumpy), Okonjo (always helping and carrying folders) and Reetz (always smoking and horny and even finding Julia hot) and their office with the sad plant and so on, I enjoy very much. That evolved through different stories. And, oh, now that I think a bit more about it, I do enjoy the Coffee Shop AU world, too. It’s close enough to the real Tatort universe that I might revisit it again, soon :)

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

Mmh … I‘m not really good with titles. I do like „Zusammen schläft man weniger allein“ because it’s a bit silly while totally true. But it‘s obviously a rip-off of a popular book title, so I‘m just a copy-cat here. Many moons ago I wrote a „The 100“ fic and called it „Piano Kid“. That‘s a decent title, I think.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Lots! I wanna write a „5 things fic“. I wanna write something around „Tödliche Flut“. I would love to write a cozy crime or Noir related to Tatort Hamburg. I would love to write a „Derry Girls“ fanfiction but that‘s close to impossible as a non native speaker, I think. I would find it hilarious if Julia Grosz met Miriam Hintz („Tage die es nicht gab“) and sparks would fly :D

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

„Licht und Schatten“ for the more serious stories and „Pack die Badehose ein“ for the more humorous stuff. The last one is more „me“ in terms of writing in other areas of my life, too, for better or worse.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Maybe … meticulously? I try to look for the right words for any situation I ike to describe and I try to give every reader the information s/he needs even if s/he didn’t watch every episode of Tatort Hamburg or didn’t read another fanfiction I wrote. But it should not be boring for people who may read almost everything :) So I will always explain what happened to Julia in Afghanistan if it‘s important to the story but I do try to do it a bit differently every time I mention it. And I will always introduce Julia and Falke as working partners and so on.

[vampni]

Thanks for the hcs this has spawned:

Hermes originally thought Troy was just a funny guy and that it‘d be hilarious to show up looking like him. He was right it was hilarious. He did however not expect said mortal to think having a doubleganger to be hilarious too.

Hermes and Troy have been getting into so many schenanigens ever since. They‘ve been having a ball for years.

The Epic audition was the idea of both. It turned out as hilarious as they imagined.

Hermes is living with Troy and it‘s a mix between having an ever high roommate and a cat.

„Hermes and Jay“ actually features Hermes and Jay. Troy has not once shown up in them.

At some point Hermes decided that Jorge is funny and that he now will be his problem. The babysitting is real.

Mr Jalapeño is the only one that knows that there‘s a Troy doubleganger that‘s actually Hermes. I mean try explaining to your friends/coworkers that one of them is sometimes a real Greek God while making a musical about Greek gods and not look like it‘s a bit or you lost it. Impossible.

and also this

[shroom-ish]

I‘ve always toyed around with the idea of the „Great American Novel“ since I had several forced upon me by a variety of English teachers. It struck me… how… shallow is not the right word, but they always felt such a bare and dismal reflection of the America I know. And I suppose that is why the genre essentially doesn’t exist. The America that these authors knew is not the one that I know. And I suppose that makes sense as a mixed queer person who came of age on the precipice of an utter revolution of how information is stored and disseminated and controlled. Also as a fanfic writer, I‘ve also had a penchant for love stories. I don’t think anyone takes them near seriously enough and I think that‘s a detriment to us all.

I have an idea of the things I want to say and where I want to go, but while the subtitle of the concept has been „I want HP Lovecraft to spitroast in his grave“ I feel it would be somewhat disrespectful and nowhere near as effective if I never returned to the original material. I‘ve interacted heavily with a lot of derivative and related works but I have never really engaged seriously with HP’s own work. I think it was Disco Elysium that reminded me of the reason I like stories like this.

Something about the way that human experience itself is so alien because true empathy is impossible. The way that the unknown is terrifying but also, other people are inherently unknowable. Consciousness itself is an eldritch being of it‘s own and to try and deny the power of ideas and words when they are wielded in ways you disagree with is to give up before you have even begun. The world had always been a scary place but it is always simpler to invent a boogeyman and scapegoat for the horror we all harbor within ourselves. Every human atrocity was committed by a portion of humanity, no more special or different than any other moving part of the machine.

Conversely, every human good was committed by a portion of humanity. The beast within us has always had a softer side. A patient side. A loving side. And I don‘t think we can evolutionarily rise up on the back of cooperation and mutual good without taming the parts of us that wish to indulge only in selfish self interest. Every where you look there are helpers. There are optimists. There are people who refuse to give up on the good in all of us even as the modern world tries to bury it deep down where we can‘t find it.

So who knows, maybe I end up with crappy lesbian pulp fiction. But hopefully, I want to end up with the complicated picture of humanity that I have come to know in today‘s America.

P.S.

If anyone has suggestions for good things for me to experience alongside any of these other things let me know!!!

[angelsxwords]

— weak.

that’s what he is for her. corinthian x f!reader | nsft 18+ mdni warnings; brief mention of eating eyes, but nothing like that is actually happening. this is really just sweet smexy time with cori + a bit of him being a simp. somewhat. (and a meanie). a/n; no glasses during s3x. suddenly had this in my head, so just have it.

A feeling that must be akin to entering heaven above washes over Corinthian once she embraces him with all she has. Her fingers are entangled in his blonde hair, tugging on the short strands and twisting them between her thin digits — and she’s all pressed against him, her warmth fully enveloping him.

Corinthian growls; low and possessive. His hands swiftly grab her hips to keep control of the pace, her rapid movements. His breathing is heavy with need for her and that perfectly sculpted body of hers. A goddess, that is what she reminds him of. Corinthian wants to eat her — absolutely devour her, dig teeth into her delicate skin and bite and bite until it‘s all decorated with his marks and no one else’s.

He follows the siren‘s call. Hides his face in the juncture between her neck and shoulder and sinks into her flesh, eliciting a throaty moan from her. She welcomes the dull ache and shudders for him.

"Fuck," Corinthian mutters into her skin, gripping her ass as if it is his one and only lifeline. He lifts her up, and drops her down on him again. Repeating the motion over and over, until he brushes sweetly against the one spot inside her that makes her eyes roll and her back arch. She cries for Corinthian so prettily, lost in the pleasure he’s bestowing upon her. A chorus mixed with her song and skin slapping against skin echoes through the grand space of their bedroom. It is a beautiful addition to the pleasure.

"That‘s it," each word carefully punctuated with an especially deep thrust and fuck she holds onto his hair even tighter, "just how you like it, hm?"

Corinthian‘s low and breathless tone erupts a warmth within her core that spreads like a wildfire. It consumes her in seconds and she can’t stop it — reaches the high and lets herself fall, knowing there’s nothing Corinthian loves to watch more.

She sobs. He guides her through the sparks shooting through her veins and the exploding stars in her eyes, while gnashing his teeth. There it is again, that enticing itch as he sees her lose herself, watches her pupils dilate in the pool of tears. It drives him feral, much like her impossibly tightening around him until he can barely think anymore.

"There, there, darling."

Corinthian leans in closer, kisses along the streak of tears and collects the tiny droplets all the way up to her eyes. His own eyes, no more than an accurate reflection of his hungry mouth, find their desired prey and nip just at the corner of her eye socket — careful not to damage his treasure.

She boldly yanks him away by the hair, trembling all over, and forces a groan from him. She kisses Corinthian‘s neck, still rolling her hips, grinding against him, prolonging their shared pleasure. Shivers race down his back, her lips an angel's feather on his skin. Sweet and innocent. One of his hands abandons their prior position to reach between their bodies, finding her sensitive little bud. His favourite thing, really. And it’s utterly mean of Corinthian, perhaps meant to be a punishment for interrupting him, but he pinches and rubs it in slow, agonising circles, listens to her breath hitch, feels her twitch — too much, too much.

"One more, yeah? Give me one more."

He wraps his other hand around her throat, without applying any pressure. Just to better keep her there, in his lap, to prevent her escaping the touch. No safe word reaches his ears, thus he keeps bullying her clit and bites his lower lip as he watches her eyes dart up and down, left and right. Her lips fall open in a silent scream as she helplessly submits to the tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on her.

Corinthian enjoys it. Fully relishes in her falling apart on him. His head spins and his cock twitches and burns with the need to finally fill her up. He needs her as much as she needs him, but his patience rivals a saint‘s. Almost.

"Corinthian," she moans, pleads. It’s all she can do, call out for him. The name is like honey dripping from her lips and Corinthian immediately craves a taste.

He pushes her against his lips and drinks her dreamy melodies like the starved nightmare he is, tongue eagerly exploring the cavern he knows so well. It’s enough to push her over the edge again and he does not stray behind this time. Corinthians bucks up into her, eagerly decorating her insides and marking her most intimately.

He finds her behind once more, gives it a rewarding slap before he grinds her down on him again, chasing the aftershocks of their orgasm. With his lips tugged up in a pleased grin he leans back against the headboard of their bed and gazes at their connection — at the little puffs of cream that drip from her.

"Good girl, fuck," Corinthian guides her to lay on top of him, letting himself rest inside her for a little longer, "did so well."

Praise always has a wonderful effect on her. It all but causes her to melt in his arms, and clench around him too. She’s warm on top of him and tries to catch her breath. Corinthian puts an arm around her, angling his head a little awkwardly to try and see her, still.

A chuckle escapes him. Her eyes are already closed, too heavy with exhaustion, but there’s a smile on her lips that makes Corinthian stupidly proud. He can’t name a reason why, thus he doesn’t think about it.

"All tired now, hm? You go and rest for me. I‘ll keep the bad dreams away."

It’s ironic, really; She feels safe here, in the arms of the Corinthian. She believes him without a second thought when he promises to keep her safe. She’s naive and she doesn’t make any sense.

He holds onto her just a little tighter. With a kiss to her eyelid, he sends her away to the Dreaming, hiding her from everyone and everything while waiting for her return. Corinthian will wake her with a nice breakfast — and eat her pussy while he’s at it, as a treat for himself and her. She‘s so sweet to him, after all. He might get a toothache, but can’t get enough of her.