#the piss enjoyers have spoken

[wormswurld]

ARTRICK PISSSS😭😭😭😭 fucknejejdh i need more

okay 😊

- pat and art playing a shooter game and they’ve both been downing mountain dews and different sodas though art has had the most between them

- everytime patrick looks over at art he sees him concentrating on the game.. his cute little pink tongue peaking out between his lips as he leans closer to the screen, patrick admiring art’s cute expression as he notices art’s boxers are hugging his thighs snugly

- art’s starting to feel the sodas catching up to him but he really wants to prove to patrick he’s gotten better at the game during break

- art starts tensing up as he becomes hyper aware of how uncomfortable his bladder is

- patrick notices how uncomfy art is and asks is he’s doing alright but all art can do is brush it off and say he’s okay (even though he’s so close to pissing himself but the level he’s on is almost over..)

- “come on man, you’re literally clenching your legs together like you’re about to piss yourself”

- art just rolls his eyes as he slightly adjusts himself making sure not to move too much to agitate his already full bladder

- “i told you i’m fine pat, why are you looking at my legs anyways? you perv..”

- now that flips a switch in patrick’s brain and he starts to move closer to art, resting his hand on the inner part of his warm thigh, slowly moving his hands up and the down the expanse of his skin making art sharply inhale

- “you’re right artie, i’m a perv and you love it” and patrick starts nibbling on art’s flushed ears reveling in his distress

- “pat stop- please.. you’re right i do gotta go just….fuck”

- and art just gets cut off as patrick’s starts pressing his hand into arts belly, right above his bladder.. teasing him with pressured touches with balanced with kisses on his neck

- poor baby art starts twitching as he shakes his head back and forth trying to warn patrick before he releases all over himself

- “shhh shh it’s okay baby just let go, let it out, i won’t mind..”

- and that’s all it takes for art to starts whining as he pisses himself, the wetness spreading throughout the tight fabric clinging to his skin

- “good boy artie, you did so good for me..”

[piss-pumpkin]

Swords and Skeletons (Percy Jackson x reader)

Child of Hades Reader, ~3.7k words, set ambiguously after Nico turns emo, and before HoO ig

People said Camp Half Blood would be different. They called it a place where demigods could be free, safe, make friends, be normal for a change, and train to survive in the real world. A few of those were true, you found. There was training, arenas with swords, ranges with bows, and all that. But not once after arriving were you ever made to feel normal. Apparently, children of Hades were treated differently. 

From the moment the three headed dog of the underworld appeared above your head, the others looked at you less like a comrade, peer, or even friend, and more like an omen. You raise the dead one time at camp and people fall into hysterics. If they only knew the shit you were doing before camp. 

You went to the beach, all the canoes were full, all spoken for, no room for you. You grimaced as you walked away. Sure, that may as well happen. The summer had just started and you already claimed your status as an outsiders 

When you walked by the strawberry fields, the gardeners shot you odd looks, the bravest of which were as bold as to say you’d probably end up killing the plants. Like they didn’t know your dad was married to one of the plant and spring goddesses. Sure, why not?

Your first day claimed at Camp Half Blood was proving less than enjoyable. Just yesterday, with some Hermes kid giving you a tour, you were able to learn a few names, have a little fun. Now? Left alone to figure things out. 

A satyr showed you to your cabin, its dark and oppressive structure shrinking you down.  The satyr was quick to leave the moment your hand found the door handle. Typical. You rolled your eyes as you pushed it open.

It was much bigger than it needed to be, and remarkably dark. The few windows were covered with black curtains, and the overhead light shone dimly, as did the candles that were spread around. 

According the Chiron, you had one sibling, a little brother who occasionally came to camp. You curiously approached the one bunk that was in use. Your brother seemed the neat type, the bed was made, with clean white sheets, black blanket, and a single pillow. The dresser beside it was filled with black clothes, even a black version of the standard camp half blood shirt. This guy really committed to the bit. 

The only trace of personality was found in a few Polaroid photos sticking out from between the mattress and the bed frame. You couldn’t help pick one up to look at it. It was a very old black and white photo of a little boy and a girl. They looked like siblings. You put back the photo. 

You barely noticed the room was still dark. Sighing, you made your way to a window to shine a little sunlight in. 

You picked a top bunk on the other side of the room, and set your bag down. Completely moved in. You really needed more stuff. 

When dinner came, you quickly found out that you had to sit alone now. Great. No longer with acquaintances you could hold a pleasant conversation with from the Hermes cabin, who seemed to be getting along just fine without you. Your brow furrowed as you sat down. 

You picked at food. It was all good, the Camp Half Blood magic, and all, but your appetite was nowhere to be found. You halfway glared at the other tables, full of siblings, and even worse, the people who leaned back to laugh with friends at other tables. Maybe there was a good reason your brother didn’t come around often.

There was one guy though, that even in your soured mood, didn’t piss you off. Another person alone at their table. You watched him sceptically as as ate his… blue food, and texted with one hand. They said demigods couldn’t use phones? A bunch of people came by to talk to him as they were leaving the pavilion. Guess he’s popular. 

He glanced up, eyes landing on you, probably sending your gaze fixed on him. Fuck. You were totally staring. You blinked, and shifted your gaze to the table in front of you, and hoped he didn’t notice, or pay much mind. You hastily finished, discarding your plate and retreating to your cabin. 

Yikes. 

                                             …

As it turned out, you were not slick. The next day, when you were avoiding camp activities and the people who now awkwardly shuffled away from you when you tried to approach, you heard a knock on the door.

It was that guy. Of course it was. Who else would it be? Not your satyr, or any of the people from the Hermes cabin who were fine talking to you two days ago, not them. It was the guy who caught you staring at him. And you were here answering the door in your pyjamas. 

”Hey,” he said happily, waving. “I’m Percy.”

You hesitated. “Uh,” you started, standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Hi Percy, I’m Y/n.”

He smiled widely, and gestured behind him. “Do you have anything going on right now? Cuz I’ve been doing some swinging in the arena, I could always show you some stuff if you’re still new to it.”

He seemed rather friendly. You were hesitant to buy it. “Uh, I got a little lesson the other day from… some Hermes kid,” you ambled, crossing your arms. 

He shrugged, “Suit yourself,” he said. “But feel free to stop by,” he started to turn away, but apparently had something left to say, and shit you one more smile. “I saw you had to sit alone yesterday,” he said. “I know it can be kinda hard to be a new camper and big three kid, especially Hades, so like…” he pursed his lips. “Don’t be a stranger, I guess.”

And then he was off, leaving you a little surprised. He was a big three kid too? You stood in the doorway watching him leave for a little longer than you meant too. You slowly stepped back inside. He didn’t seem put off by your staring, at least. But he noticed you were all alone with no friends. You couldn’t tell which outcome would be more embarrassing. 

You looked it a window, and saw a few kids walking down the path. They seemed close, laughing together and telling jokes you couldn’t hear. Ugh. Maybe you did need to talk to people. Rotting in your cabin, lamenting, wasn’t getting you anywhere fun. 

Groaning, you rooted around in your bag, and then the closet. There were spare black shirts. You snickered grabbing one off the hook and finally changing out of your pyjamas. 

The sun was entirely too bright. You squinted as you made your way down the steps, using your hand to cover the light. Where did he say? The sword… arena? You found the first directional sign on the way, and followed it to a fairly large area, it’s ground solid, packed,  and slightly dusty. Around it were mock colosseum stands, for watching the battles, you supposed. At the far side, was the guy, Percy, you now knew, swinging a sword viciously against a dummy. He seemed to be alone. A little odd considering his apparent popularity. 

Sighing, half regretting coming out, you approached. It took him a moment to notice, but he grinned at you when he did. “Oh my gods, you  actually came,” he said, surprised.

You did your best to put on a friendly smile, unsure why that was a difficult task. He’s probably the only one here who didn’t avoid you like the plague. “Uh, yeah,” you laughed nervously. “You said something about sword fighting?” 

He nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Yes,” he declared. “Let’s get you a weapon, I’ll give you the run down.”

You followed him towards a few weapons racks. “Well, I had a brief lesson the other day when I first arrived,” you said mindlessly, unsure why you kept resisting. You stood in front of the weapon rack. “Wait, is that a shotgun?”

Percy stifled a laugh, “yes, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” he said, going on to explain all the reasons why the various guns weren’t good tools. Something about celestial bronze, ammo, and other complaints. You nodded along idly, doing your best to listen. “So, I’d just go with one of the more… classic, weapons,” he finished. 

You eyed them. Sword, dagger, mace, mallet, sickle, scythe, entirely too many options, leaving you paralyzed.

“If you go with the sword, I can probably show you some cool tricks,” Percy chimed in. 

That was good enough for you. You took a bronze sword by the hilt, and raised it. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to just fight using my powers?”

”I mean, yeah,” he said, “if that’s something you can do.”

”Yeah,” You said. “I did that that on the day I was claimed.”

”On purpose?” He asked, brow raised. 

You suppressed a laugh, covering your mouth with the non sword hand. “Yeah?” You said, like it was obvious. “Is that something people do by accident?”

Percy started towards the centre of the arena, and you followed as he explained, “A lot of demigods aren’t great at controlling their powers at first.”

You stood in front of him, mirroring his sword stance awkwardly, “well, it wasn’t my first time… I guess I’ve always kind of known I was a Hades kid, even before I knew what that meant.”

Percy pocketed his… pen sword, and came closer to you, moving your arms, gently kicking your leg to signal you to move. He adjusted the way you held your sword, thumb tucked around the handle. “If you hold it like this, you’ll have a better grip, and with wider legs, your more stable,” he said, pulling away again, and assuming the same stance. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled with a sigh once he was gone. 

“If you can use your powers,” he said, wide grin. “Then don’t hold back, that’s what they’re for.”

“Uh, okay,” you stuttered, gripping the sword with white knuckles. “You’re not worried?”

He chuckled, “I mean, a little bit, but no more then I am when I fight Annabeth.” You nodded, and he smiled, and you pursed your lips, because it was a little charming. “Okay,” he started. “How much did they teach you before?”

”Little bit? Stances, I think. And… I know how to swing it,” you said dumbly, now realizing you were probably matched against a pro.

He didn’t judge though, instead moving beside you, and mimicked you exactly. He stepped forward with his front foot, and urged you to do the same. You followed his movement, doing your best to copy him, following his hops, slides, jabs, and slices.

A few half bloods walked by the path as you practised, a few waved at Percy, a couple of them even smiling at you. Proximity to somebody likeable, you supposed. A couple girls and one boy glared at you though, stopping to stare with crossed arms when Percy got close, or laughed at something you said. He didn’t seem to notice, luckily. 

“Okay,” Percy said after a while. “You’ve got the moves now, all the basics.”

”I got the basics,” you echoed, nodding along. You were already a little sweaty, the sun beating overhead and your black shirt wasn’t helping. 

“So do you want to try light sparring?” He asked. 

“Sure,” you asserted. Readying your blade much more confidently than you did before. “Yes,” you nodded again, mentally preparing.

He grinned, “Alright, don’t go easy on me.”

And you didn’t. But you could tell he was going easy on you. You slashed, he blocked, you stabbed, he dodged, you lunged, he parried. Shit, this guy was pretty good. 

You thought back to what he said about powers. Time to get a little fun with it. What did you have under control? Really just summoning the dead, the rest you’d only done by accident, like Percy asked before. 

Percy took advantage of your thinking to quickly slide forward and swing at your side, a blow you were barely able to block, your own blade wobbling as you barely redirected the attack. 

You pivoted back, and jabbed your sword into the ground, opening a vein to the underworld… or something. You weren’t exactly sure how it all worked. 

You had to duck and roll as Percy slashed forward while your sword was down. It appeared he was working your training wheels off. 

A few skeletons popped their heads out of the hole and grumbled, “Got anything good?” 

Fuck. Last time you had food to offer them. “Not now,” you said, dashing to your feet away from Percy and pulling your sword from the packed dirt. “But after this I can get you anything you want!”

Percy laughed, possibly at your desperation, and started to lunge again as the skeletons deliberated and discussed whether they’d help you. 

“Oh my gods!” You shouted, blocking a strike and trying to throw one of your own. Percy seemed to dodge it with all the ease in the world. “Get your pussy asses out here and help me, you useless fucks, there’s good shit in it for you!”

They grumbled, but climbed out of the vein. Five skeletons, you counted as you hopped out of the way of Percy’s sword. “Okay!” You yelled. They were just standing there like assholes. “Fight him!”

The skeletons complied, but not before the apparent ring leader made a snide comment about your tone, claiming you had anger issues.

But the skeletons did fight for you, circling Percy and readying their firsts. They didn’t have weapons, and before you could yell at them to go to the rack, they were already attacking, flailing at Percy wildly. 

You were allotted a moment to catch your breath as Percy dealt with it. Even without weapons, they were doing an alright job, but Percy was quick to react and form a new strategy. He ducked out of their circle and beheaded one of them. The skeleton groaned out a complaint as the skull rolled towards you. 

You pursed your lips. Percy used every opportunity you gave him to strike, even if it was cheap. Your turn. You crept behind him as he dealt with your small army, and raised your sword.

But fuck, was Percy reactive. He turned on a dime and swept your leg, sending you tumbling to the ground, knocking the wind out of you with an oomf. Groaning, you rolled over on your side and wheezed out what was left of your breath, and did your best to suck in another.

”Oh, shit, Y/n, are you alright?” He asked quickly, kneeling down beside you and discarding his weapon. 

Before you could nod, the skeletons whacked him out of the way. Oh right. Percy was sent tumbling to the ground, completely unready for the attack.

He scrambled to grab his sword again, but with a little strength, you waved off your undead defenders. “It’s cool guys,” you wheezed, still in the ground.

They looked at each other dumbly. “Can we have our food now?”

You glared and coughed. “Not now, go back in the hole, I’ll get you later,” you spat.

They had a few complaints, but eventually crawled back in the hole, as requested. And Percy was right back at your side, sword gone, water bottle in hand and offering it to you. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, offering you a hand. You took it, and he pulled you up to a sit. “I got a little carried away,” he admitted, handing you the bottle.

He looked at you with concern in his eyes, and you coughed once more. Hopefully the last time. “I’m good,” you managed, shooting him a smile. Or at least trying to.

”Do you think you need to go to the infirmary?” He asked.

You shook your head. Your breath was already coming back, and other than that all you had were a few bruises. “It’s fine, really,” you said. 

He looked like he doubted you, but he said nothing, instead pressing his lips together, and slumping down to fully sit beside you. “I started to forget this was your first time fighting.”

You laughed, and it only hurt a little bit, “That means I must be pretty good, right?” You screwed open the cap of your water bottle, and took a drink. One gulp and you were suddenly aware of the dryness in your throat, and had to down half of it to quench yourself.

Percy smiled, a water bottle of his own in his hand. “Hey, you’re not bad for a newbie,” he laughed. “Sorry again. I can let you beat me to make up for it, if you want.”

You choked out a laugh, “You won’t have to let me next time, alright?”

He laughed. ”I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled, taking a swig of his water and wiping away sweat. “You really did hold your own.”

You nodded, unable to form words for a moment. You gasped for breath after choking a gulp of water. “Thank,” you heaved. “For helping. Couldn’t have survived more then a minute without you.”

He smiled softly, “it’s no problem.”

”You’re the only one to even try.” The bitterness from earlier was creeping back. Percy was a friend, now, you were certain. The only one. 

He pursed his lips, and looked at the ground. “Yeah…” he started. He looked like he had more to say, but seemed to trail off. 

“I appreciate the effort,” you said, lightly kicking the hilt of your sword. 

He nodded lamely, “It’s no problem, really.” He sighed, and looked around at the empty arena, and the trees and fields surrounding it. “I have some friends that’ll get to camp soon for summer, they’re school and… stuff… ends a week after mine,” he said, looking straight ahead. “They’re cool, you’ll get along. Not everyone is scared of a Hades kid.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. “Uh, that’s good to hear,” you managed. “I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed by… everyone.”

He looked over at you, and you fought the urge to look away, like he caught you staring again. “They’ll come around when they realize you’re cool,” he assured. Then you had to look away, because your lips were being tugged up in an embarrassingly large smile. 

“I hope so,” you said timidly, smiling at your shoes.

Percy laughed, “People were weird around me, too, when I first came to camp,” he admitted, fidgeting with his pen. He twisted and spun it through his fingers, only occasionally dropping it. “Clarisse wanted to kill me, Annabeth was stalking me, a bunch of people were kinda scared of me? And I always had to sit alone at dinner.” He said, faint smile on his lips, like reminiscing. “It was a lot, I get what you’re going though… kind of.”

You nodded along with his story. “And… you managed to make friends with them anyway?” 

Percy laughed, “Well with Clarisse I’d say it’s still up in the air, but I guess we’re more friends then we are enemies nowadays.”

You smiled, staring at your shoes. “Well, that’s good,” you smiled softly. 

“The same thing will happen to you, done worry,” he said, lightly punching your shoulder. You snickered at his touch, punching him right back. 

“If you say so,” you giggled. Your black shirt was damp with sweat, and stuck to your back. “I’ll try my best.”

He shook his head, “you won’t have to, they’ll like you as is.”

You heart fluttered a moment. You were really starting to get why people glared at you earlier, for spending so much time alone with this guy.  You smiled, doing your best to not feel awkward. “Thanks, Percy.”

He smiled, and stood up, dusting himself off and offering you a hand. Once again, you took it, and this time noticed his callouses, probably from years of this exact type of training. He had a strong grip. “Let’s say we’re done sword practice for today, okay?” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, picking up your blade and bringing it back where you found it.

You walked together to the dining pavilion. You had actually worked up an appetite today. The place you felt so alone last night, you now approached with a friend, and the promise of a friend group. And you got a few more sceptical looks from other campers, but that all melted away when Percy would wave or snap a finger gun at them. 

And you realized your previous judgement was wrong. Camp Half Blood might not be so bad, and maybe you could feel okay. Despite the skeletons, this might have been the most normal day in a while. Maybe Camp Half Blood would be different. Not because of the place, the god overseeing it, or any of that. But because Percy was different. Apparently his friends to. 

You broke off from him to find your table and get a plate, and this time, didn’t feel too bad about staring at him. You realized that table was the Poseidon table. Definitely one of the big three gods. He caught you staring again, and this time he waved, and you glanced around. 

You got up, plate in hand and walked over. “Do we like, half to sit at our table, or…?” you asked, tilting your head side to side. You couldn’t help look at his food, all of which was blue.

He looked around, eyes wide, “Well it’s against the rules to sit at another one…” he said, looking at the other tables, many full. “But, like,” he said, “it’s not a rule I haven’t broken before.”

You smiled, sitting across from him, “good enough for me,” you shrugged. You got a few weird looks. Just a couple. But dinner was always better with a friend. This summer was looking to be a good one.  

I actually got this one done in like a single day,,, that’s not usual for me. *mwah*

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi hi!

Can I request a kurapika x reader (headcanons, or you can do a oneshot if it's too difficult.)?

Where the reader also had an immense hatred for the phantom troupe for something they did to reader?

Kurapika also finds them enjoyable to be around because reader is just such a chill person?

(Also this is random but can the personality for the reader be super shy to everyone they meet and they just draws whenever they can? Because that's just my personality.)

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

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He first noticed you during the first phase of the hunter exam

You were just another contestant to him at the time

Just another stranger.

And it would have stayed like that had you not stopped during Leorio's crisis

Staying put as he contemplated quitting. Only to say something that Kurapika couldn't quite hear.

But whatever it was, it had Leorio jumping up with new vigor and running once again.

Words he would later learn were, "You're friends are waiting for you, ya know? So don't give up just yet."

The next time Kurapika notices you is during the third phase. Where a group of five was needed to advance.

And by chance, you just so happened to be the fifth member.

He immediately noticed your skittish behavior upon seeing them.

Back to the wall with eyes the size of dinner plates.

A quiet 'Hi' escaping you as the cogs turned in your head.

But you didn't have to think for long as the instructions for the third phase were explained.

With the assurance that you wouldn't have to fight anyone, you relaxed.

You didn't talk much, at least not to him

Usually giving one worded responses if you had to.

Despite this, your actions didn't come off as malicious. But rather nervous.

Like you were unsure of yourself.

However, with constant prodding from Gon and Killua, you opened up a bit.

Adding some insight whenever a choice had to be made

For some reason he couldn't place, Kurapika wanted to hear a little more of your voice.

To have you talk without you feeling strained

He would get his wish during the next challenge of this phase.

The prisoner with a spider tattoo.

Seeing him had caused enough rage within Kurapika to activate his scarlet eyes.

So much anger.

So much hatred that he couldn't focus on anything else.

Unaware of you fuming from the sidelines.

Your first clenched so tightly, there were imprints of your nails.

Leorio was the one to bring it up after you were forced to give up 50 hours.

"I thought Kurapika hated the Phantom Troupe, but you were absolutely pissed at that inmate! You wouldn't happen to be a Kurta would you?"

You looked up from the sketchbook you were doodling in with a frown.

"No. I just can't stand that gang of brutes."

Your voice came out harsh, your pencil strokes getting faster.

But that answer wasn't satisfactory for the blonde sitting next to you.

If you knew something about the Spiders, he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"What business do you have with the phantom troupe?" His tone dangerously dark.

But instead of answering him, you slid over the piece you were working on.

To his and Leorio's shock, bloodied scenes filled the pages.

"The leader stole my brother's nen ability and practiced it on him. Over and over again." Until there was nothing left.

But you didn't want to get into specifics right now. If you did, you most likely wouldn't be able to finish the exam.

"Drawing helps. A way for me to remember so that I never forget what they did to him. I need to become a hunter so I'll have a better shot of finding them."

It was the most you've ever spoken, and when you looked up, you were met with sympathetic and understanding gazes.

You were a lot less quiet after that.

A lot more friendlier too.

And while Kurapika had someone to relate to, he just couldn't stand the thought of you being the one to cause the spiders' demise.

He understood your rage, but his own would never be satisfied unless he took down the Phantom with his own hands.

So as a friendly warning, he told you so himself.

"As you're aware, the Troupe murdered my entire clan. And I can never forgive them for that, just as you can never forgive them for taking your brother from you. But it's me who's going to bring them to justice. I will not allow someone else to be their downfall. No matter if we're friends."

And instead of you arguing with him, instead of you fighting, instead of either of you lashing out....

You spoke in that soft tone of yours.

"I want to kill him. All of them, but I can be content just knowing they'll suffer. If you want to go after them, I won't interfere. But I'd like to help."

Relief immediately flowed through him.

You weren't upset.

You weren't going to push back.

You were still friends.

"Then let's stick together after the exam. Your presence is enjoyable."

The beginning of a partnership built on loss

Of relying on each other because no one else understood.

Trying to complete the ultimate goal of finishing the Spiders while justifying the closeness between each other

But neither of you pushing for more.

Destroying the Phantom Troupe came first after all.

[nalyra-dreaming]

The comment "Unworthy in San Francisco. Unworthy in Dubai. Disregard" from Armand to Daniel...who is really Armand referring to? Daniel or...himself? Cause there's so much bitterness in it right after Daniel has diminished Louis' love for Armand compared to Lestat. Iirc Assad (or Sam) has already spoken about Armand's jealousy for Lestat and his (Armand's) desperation for love. There is also this moment at the end of the episode when Armand tries to speak and Daniel cuts him off. He's obviously not pleased but is it just him being pissed off or is there something else? The way Louis kind of reassures him after that...

I'm just having THE emotional breakdown thinking about Armand and his feelings of rejection and loneliness first Marius then Lestat then 70 years with the man that won't stop hallucinating the other one that rejected him...and that's probably what happened with Daniel too then? Like seriously poor Armand I think he's already suffered more than Jesus

Welllllll...

Yes, there is that aspect to it, of course.

But especially wrt Daniel... I think there is a part of Armand which enjoys the bitching, and massively so. Oh, it's tinged with anger, and bitterness, and yes, maybe a bit jealousy.

But given how the Devil's Minion arc plays out in the books?

I think that look here:

That's grim satisfaction almost. Dark enjoyment. I mean there have to be a myriad of feelings at play there.

And it all calls back to the dynamic they had (in the book) and will likely have in the show, too, namely that Daniel challenges Armand, constantly. He doesn't just take anything.

And Armand enjoys that - immensely.

[mykelneedssleep]

I had the realization today that I dont think I’ve ever spoken about my son on here and since a lot of you know me for podcast content this needs to be rectified immediately so I present to you my first born son: Nureyev

Yes, as in Peter Nureyev. Hilariously this is the most accurate name I have ever chosen for anything because this little bitch has such Peter Nureyev vibes it’s actually crazy. I present a list of random facts about him that I can think of off the top of my head:

1. Literally the first day I had him one of the first things we found out about this tiny little baby was that if there’s a dead cricket in his tank you bet your ass he’s not eating it. This bougie ass bitch only eats live prey. You physically don’t understand how often I have to buy him food because god forbid it dies before he kill it, he’d actually rather starve than eat a dead bug. I can attest to that because one time there was a cricket shortage in my area because it was so cold that all the crickets were dying in transport and this little bitch actually went days without eating because he wouldn’t eat the dead crickets (I finally got him to eat by pushing them around with a clear plastic spoon to make it look like they were moving- lying to your kids works folks)

2. He makes regular attempts to escape from his tank by climbing up the glass. Despite 4 years of trying it still hasn’t worked once but he’s determined he’s going to do it one of these times

3. My mother who typically lovingly refers to him as Nev (“his name is longer than he is, I’m giving him a nickname” -my mother approximately 10 minutes after his name was chosen, took her 3 more days to come up with Nev) will often refer to him as Pete if he’s doing something bad (see above escape attempt). This is particularly funny in the presence of people who are unaware of this nickname but aware enough to know the names of all the animals in our home because they become very confused

4. “The thief is on the prowl” is a very common phrase in our home, this typically means someone has to feed the boy because he’s stalking around the tank looking for living creatures to torment and finding none

5. He regularly sticks his entire head into his water bowl and just leaves it there for a little bit until I become quite convinced that he’s going to drown and then he will just get up and walk away like he didn’t just give me a heart attack

6. If you’re holding him he will climb all over you and somehow find a place to randomly jump off from (again, heart attack every time). Hearing “Nureyev!” said loudly in a concerned but sort of exasperated way is very common

7. If one of his water bowls is empty he will lay in it to get you to pay attention to the fact that it has no water in it but will then refuse to move when you go to put water in it and will become very upset when you eventually give up and just pour water onto him (the above photo was taken directly after I deep cleaned his tank and before I put the water back in, shockingly he looked quite cute instead of seriously pissed off like usual)

8. He likes to have the high ground (he likes to climb on top of people’s heads and just sit there and watch the world as you walk around and continue what you were previously doing. Luckily he has never attempted to jump off someone’s head before)

9. Very dramatic sleeper. I’m talking will sleep in the weirdest positions but like you do you king, if that’s comfy I endorse it

10. He regularly hides in any available nook and/or cranny in the tank. This is yet another cause of great stress for me when I cannot find him

Bonus fact: This bougie bitch was approximately half of the inspiration behind how I play Lizzie (shoutout O!ASKAP enjoyers, this one’s for you). If you’re wondering the other half is simply my penchant for playing the least helpful character I can possibly get away with

[cozywhump]

A doesn’t have anyone who they can rely on. They don’t have any friends, and any family they have is too distant to ask for help.

A never considered their loneliness a real problem until one day, they ended up in the hospital with some pretty serious injuries. They can’t afford to extend their stay very long, so as soon as they’re given the approval to leave, they want to do so immediately—but due to the nature of their injuries (maybe something to the legs or minor to the head that would hinder their ability to move), A can’t exactly make it home on their own.

They give the hospital a few emergency contacts to try calling, most of which are family they haven’t spoken to in forever or mere acquaintances who probably don’t care about them enough to help. A begins to lose hope…because there’s only one person left who can realistically make it. B.

A and B never got along, ever. Some weird, drawn-out rivalry between them that they each swear only exists because the other started it, yet they find it impossible to get along. A only has their contact information to send them the occasional nasty, sarcastic text.

Begrudgingly, because they really just want to go home and have exhausted every other option, A gives the hospital B’s number to try. They know that B will probably just laugh and hang up, but they’re just so tired and their injuries ache and they just wanna get home so they can change into fresh clothes and sleep in their own bed.

They were shocked when the nurse told them that B was on their way.

A had to rationalize for a moment. They were probably coming over to laugh at them or something. They’d laugh, probably sneak a few pictures, too. There wouldn’t be an ounce of empathy in their body. But at the very least, A could go home.

It takes B about 25 minutes to get there (seriously, couldn’t they have gotten here any faster?) and when they enter A’s room, they’re stuck staring at each other for a few moments.

“Wow,” B starts, “you look way worse than I thought you would.”

A wants to bite back at them, but now that they look closer, there’s no enjoyment on B’s face at seeing A’s condition. There’s not exactly sympathy, either…if A could describe it as one thing, it was pity.

They wanted to hate being pitied, but honestly, it’s the closest they’ve ever gotten to someone actually being worried about them.

“Whatever,” A muttered. “I just wanna go home.”

They leave the hospital room and eventually make it outside (with more help from B than A was willing to admit), and with some struggle, they were able to slowly maneuver A into the car without aggravating any of their injuries.

The ride is slow and painfully quiet. A can’t tell whether B is keeping the radio off to spite them with the awkwardness, or maybe it was busted, or maybe they were so focused on driving that they didn’t even notice the tension. No matter the answer, it pissed A off.

“So.” B’s voice quickly snapped them back. “What the hell happened to you?”

A just scoffed, though there was none of their usual energy behind it. “None of your business.”

“Fair enough.” They were so nonchalant about it, that also began to piss A off. “Then, you mind explaining why I was the one you decided to call? I thought you had, like, way more friends than me or whatever it was.”

Oh. It was probably something stupid they’d lied about during the heat of an argument. B actually remembered that shit?

“Oh, yeah, that.” A paused, probably for too long. “I tried them. They didn’t, uh, answer.”

“Not one of them answered.”

“Yeah.”

“Out of every single one of your friends.”

“Um.” A faced away from B, even though B definitely wasn’t looking at them. If their hand wasn’t stuck in this cast, they’d definitely be fidgeting like crazy. “Yeah, uh…no, actually. I, uh, lied. About…that.”

“Hm.”

It didn’t sound like B was surprised at all.

“I really did try everyone else in my contacts, though. They were all busy, or it was just…inconvenient, I guess.”

“Sounds to me like you need new friends.”

Something leaped in A’s chest when they heard B say that, and their head quickly turned to face them, though B was focused on the road. “You…think so?”

“Yeah,” B said with a nod. “Because this is an inconvenience to me, too, but here I am suffering anyway.”

And there goes that. “You ass!” A shouted, much to B’s amusement. “I actually thought we were having a moment—oh, you’re so lucky I’m stuck like this, or I’d…”

“You’d…?”

Another prolonged silence, and A just silently dropped back into their seat.

Even then…B was kinda right. A had other people, people they tolerated way more than B, and people who didn’t seem annoyed by everything they said. Yet it had been B who showed up to help.

…No. That didn’t mean anything. In fact, that said more about B than themselves. It meant weakness. B had a weak spot! They weren’t so tough, and deep down, they actually did…

…Wait a second.

“Hold on,” A cut in, sitting up as they watched out the window. “You passed my complex. It was back there.”

“I know.”

They turned back towards B. “I wanna go home.”

It was almost pathetic how whiny and tired they sounded, but right now, A didn’t care. Something seemed to flash across B’s face, but for A’s own sanity they chose to ignore it.

“So, I was thinking about just dumping you off at home,” B began. “And that’s what I was gonna do. But honestly, looking at you again, you definitely can’t fend for yourself right now—“

“Don’t word it like that.”

“—and I don’t want you calling me in the middle of the night to come over because you got your shirt stuck over your head or something. So, until you look like you got hit by…maybe a motorcycle instead of a truck, you’re staying with me.”

…Oh.

A blinked up at B, who just kept their eyes on the road the whole time. After a few seconds of silence (which felt weirdly comfortable now. A was probably too tired to feel awkward), they settled back into their seat again.

They thought about it again, and A couldn’t help the small smile that spread across their face.

“Good to know that you do care about me.”

“Just shut up before I leave you in a cardboard box on the street.”

[praetorqueenreyna]

I'm reading Acotar (almost done with book 2, but I spoiled myself a little on book 3) and Im just....I didn't super care about Tamlin in book 1 (was more obsessed with Lucien, was convinced we'd get a threesome with Tamlin/Lucien/Feyre for the longest time lol I was bobo the fool) but now as it keeps going and with every 'Tamlin sucks so hard/is such a terrible abusive person' that's going on I just....feel I'm getting protective. I'm always waiting for him doing something worse but it never comes??All the fan posts that the algorithm shoves in my face always seem to misquote/misinterpret him??? Even the him locking her up feels so exaggarated in context? Like, I even liked the idea of them not working out because they both had to learn to deal with their own traumas first, but they could've just sat down like adults about it you feel me? Tamlin isnt that bad at all (by fairy standards anyway), he's just held to some weird modern moral standard while Rhysand isn't and it's pissing me off and really hindering my enjoyment of the Night Court shenanigans (which in theory I don't even hate, I think the characters are kinda enjoyable, but the book is riding the NC dick so hard while constantly dunking on Tamlin for no reason? Just leave the guy alone ahh). Sorry I'm not even in this fandom really I just needed to vent my frustration somewhere!!

ARE YOU ME? This is exactly how I felt reading through ACOTAR book 1 and then going straight into book 2! I was about 3/4 of the way through ACOMAF waiting for tamlin to do the "terrible abusive thing" that everyone claims he does before I realized that it had already happened. And yeah, him locking her up a single time isn't great, but he literally thought she was going to be kidnapped and murdered. that's not him being ABUSIVE and CONTROLLING!!!

the fan posts absolutely misconstrue his character to a comical degree. Just yesterday I saw an incorrect quotes-style post of rhysand talking to tamlin going "you begged to kiss her, she begged to fuck me. we are not the same." as if feyre wasn't slobbering after tamlin in ACOTAR while he held back and kept everything cute and chaste lmao. like yall are just making shit up now.

and YEAH I couldn't enjoy ANY of the Night Court/Inner Circle stuff because so much of those sections on the book are about comparing the NC people to tamlin (or lucien) and complaining about them. Like damn yall sure are obsessed with tamlin considering you claim to hate him. I definitely have gotten super protective of Tamlin being in this fandom bc he really is a sweet character who doesn't deserve any of this!

ANYWAY I SEE YOU and if you do decide to join ACOTAR fandom on the side of Tamlin, there are other Tamlin lovers! I'm helping to host Tamlin Week (@tamlinweek2023) in 2 weeks and I've spoken to lots of lovely people who love Tamlin and are going to participate! We are here, and we are normal lmao

[yandere-fics]

Mafia Princess Bullying Miriel

(I stole the champagne idea from another yandere fic I'm so sorry, it just lives rent free in my mind 24/7)

You hated her. That stupid elf girl sitting opposite you. Her stupid squeaky voice, her annoying little giggle. You just wanted to punch her in the nose, in fact you'd wanted to punch her in the nose since you were kids. Whenever your father would bring you along to a big event, she would be there, clinging to her parents like a baby bird refusing to leave the nest. You'd only ever spoken to her when you had to, and yet here you were, in some shitty private restaurant on some shitty fake date, all with the purpose of "settling tensions" between your families. If your dad wanted things to be more chummy with her parents he could have gone himself. But no, he makes you sit opposite this dumb whiny girl for three hours, so your bodyguards can gush about how wonderfully behaved you were, guaranteeing peace between the two families for another generation. Idiots.

"This restaurant is really lovely, isn't it? The view of the city is wonderful..." Miriel spoke, smiling as she stared into the vast, endless city. Gods she pissed you off, trying to play nice and make conversation. What a bitch.

"This restaurant sucks."

"O-oh"

"$800 for a steak?? What am I, poor??? It's like they're insulting me. Obviously you don't feel insulted, you with your bowl of lettuce. I bet you'd eat grass off the ground and call it a 5 star meal." You teased, grinning as she meekly looked away. 'Oh come onnnn' you thought 'she doesn't even fight back'. You clicked your fingers, gaining the attention of your bodyguard Kassien

"Hey, Kassy, get us some of that champagne they boast about on the menu. It must be good if they're charging that much for it."

"As you wish." She responded, wandering off towards the public section of the restaurant.

"Oh um. I don't actually drink champagne-" Miriel stuttered

"Wow, that's crazy. I don't care." You snapped back, her lip quivered in response, oh she was fun. Maybe you'd get some enjoyment out of tonight after all.

Kassien returned with the bottle of champagne, it had some stupid french name on the label, it didn't matter. You shooed her away and turned back to face your "date", who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Pour this for me." You demanded, holding your glass in front of yourself

"Huh?"

"Huh?? What, can't hear through those pointy ears? Pour my drink. Or I'll put a hit out on you the moment I'm queen."

Her eyes widened, a shiver running up her spine

"Why would you say that???" She cried

"I like watching you squirm. It's my entertainment for the night. Now pour my drink, bitch." You coaxed, she bowed her head in shame and obliged, carefully pulling the cork from the bottle and preparing to pour it into your glass.

'She's so pathetic. She didn't even try to tell me no. I can just walk all over her like she's nothing.' You thought to yourself, staring as she oh so carefully poured, her hands shaking with fear.

BANG

You slammed your knee against the table, causing Miriel to jump at the sudden noise, pouring champagne all over your lap

"I'M SORRY!! OH MY GODS I'M SO SORRY!!" she cried, tears starting to well in her eyes

"What the fuck??? Damn bitch you can't even pour champagne right?! Were you dropped as a baby??" You teased, she panicked and grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe you down

"What do you think you're doing??? This champagne is one of a kind. Half a glass probably costs more than your ransom. Don't you dare waste it. Get on your knees, and drink it out of my dress." You hissed, her eyes widened, her knees were shaking, you could feel your bodyguard's peering into the room, you simply gave a thumbs up in response.

"Well? Are you just gonna stand there or what?"

"O-okay" she whimpered, getting under the table and pressing her lips to your dress, sucking the champagne out of the fabric. You grinned, sipping champagne from your glass as you watched her little face go red with embarassment. She looked like she was going to cry! It turned you on way too much. This dumb little baby was meant to be the heir to the second most feared crime family in the city, and here she was getting tipsy between your legs.

"Is... is that it...?" She asked, you shook your head in response, pulling your dress up to reveal your panties.

"You took so long it seeped through the dress."

"R...really?"

You offered her only a death stare in response, she whimpered and got back to work. Fuck it felt good. She sucked and lapped up every last drop that'd soaked in, you grinned and teasingly pressed your foot to her crotch.

"Oh my gods. I KNEW IT! THIS TURNS YOU ON!" you laughed, cackling as she scurried out from under the table, tears flowing down her bright red face.

"I-I-I- I didn't..." she stuttered, the girl looked like she was about to short circuit.

"Don't lie to me. I could feel it. Show me."

"W-what?!?!?"

"Lift up your dress, pull your panties down, and show me." You grinned as she did exactly that, lifting her long black dress up to reveal her pretty little dick, twitching and begging for attention. It was adorable.

"Alright, strip and sit on the table." You commanded, she looked over to her bodyguard, who only lowered his gaze in response. She followed orders, stripping nude and sitting on the table, she looked nervous enough to explode.

"You really just let me order you around huh? I don't know how you walk around, since you clearly don't have a spine." You teased, kneeling down in front of her, holding her dick in your hands, admiring the way it twitched and convulsed at your touch.

You lowered your mouth onto her, she moaned loudly in response, you had barely even started and she was damn near screaming. You took all of her into your mouth, running your tongue along her shaft as you bobbed your head up and down, finding the perfect spot that made her squeal just right. The spot that made her legs shake and her hips buck. The spot that had her chewing on her own hand to stifle her moans.

"I-I-" she whimpered, her dick throbbed in your mouth, signalling that you were done here. Her dick left your mouth with a pop as you stared at her blushing, messy face. She whined as you stopped touching her, poor girl looked like she was going to die.

"Say thank you."

"Wh-what?"

"Say 'thank you for not letting me cum'"

"Th...thank you for not letting me cum"

"Good girl. Now get off the table. My knees hurt." She obliged, leaping off the table and allowing you to take a seat right on the edge, spreading your legs for her and pulling your panties aside, flashing your glistening pussy for her to see.

"Well? Put it in. Before I change my mind."

"I... I'm too short" she whined, the table just too high off the ground

"Stand on your tip toes. Don't be lazy"

"O-okay" she squeaked, standing right on her tippy toes as she pushed herself inside. She slipped right in, causing her to gasp loudly

"You're so warm~" she hummed

"I know" you responded, grinning as she began fucking you. You held her close, your arms wrapped around her, playing with her hair as she moaned and whined into you.

"Faster" you commanded, and so she obliged, her thrusts becoming quick and rhythmic, until suddenly they started to slow

"Hey, I said faster."

"I... I can't..." she whined

"Why not?"

"If I go any faster I..."

"You'll cum? I don't care. I said faster, either you go faster or you stop entirely but don't you dare cum."

You only got a whine in response, she picked back up the pace, you felt her throbbing inside of you, she was so fucking cute

"I... I'm gonna-"

"Don't you dare."

"Please!!!"

"Don't you DARE stop, and don't you DARE cum."

"I can't keep going!!! I can't!!!!!!" She cried, her thrusts becoming irregular, like she was fighting her own body.

"Then cum. Nice and deep." You grinned, finally letting her release. She moaned so loudly as she came, she felt like her heart hadn't been beating for hours, like she hadn't taken a breath since she got here. As she released herself, you held her, feeling the tears run down her face onto your arm as you softly ran your fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorryyyy" she whined, you shushed her in response, softly humming to her

"It's okay. It's okay sweet girl. Such a sweet girl. You gave me just what I wanted. I'll tell me dad we get along swimmingly" you smiled and kissed her on the cheek, she shivered in resonse

"I'll see you next week"

-girlfailure (I really enjoyed making this)

i feel so bad for my baby girl, too bad she also enjoyed it.

[marsi-is-depressed]

You left the door open? 18+

Soft!Luigi Largo x reader

Cw/tw: mommy kink, mutual consent, bad childhood, neglectful father, reader taking care of Luigi, getting caught in the act, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation, fingering.

Adults only, 18+ mdni

"I appreciate when you do this."

''Do what?''

''Correct my hair if it gets messy. Run your hand down my back as I'm lying down." Luigi stated as you brushed your thumb over his palm while holding hands on the walk to GeneCo, sensing his rage after a hard day. You had a talent for determining exactly what he required. "Take care of me."

"I've never had anyone take care of me before," he acknowledged, a knot of grief swelling in his throat.

I just love you. "People take care of the ones they love," you stated simply.

Luigi gazed down at the pavement, his old black boots becoming increasingly attractive to look at.

His words made your heartache. Luigi hardly mentioned his life as a child at GeneCo, preferring to avoid it rather than disturb you with his troubles, but you knew Rotti never took good care of Luigi or the rest of the kids he had. He was a lousy and inattentive parent, blaming his company's failure on his children, despite the fact that his failure was due to his own genetic makeup, failing to keep a wife.

A few days later, you were watching a movie in your shared room at GeneCo, which is actually Luigi's room, but you spent a lot of time there when your phone chimed with a message from him.

From Luigi: I'm coming home from the meeting, he's disappointed, Dad's pissed I killed too many genterns… 

Pushing your blanket away from your body, you paused your movie and down the spiral staircase.

You found him sitting on the ledge near the entrance with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His hands were gripping his hair, and his eyes were somewhat crimson, mirroring his sore-bitten lips. It was a sharp departure from his typical furious, serious demeanour.

''I had a disagreement with Dad,'' Luigi recounted from the privacy of his bedroom. He wiped his face, trying to remove the evidence of his emotions.

You nodded, sitting on the bed next to him. Do you want to talk about it? 

He shook his head, not wanting to repeat what had already been spoken. ''Can you hold me? Please.''

As astonished as you were by his words, you extended your arms, and Luigi sank into your hug, offering him the love and comfort that Rotti had failed to provide for his child.

''Whatever was said at that meeting, just know that your father is wrong,'' you whispered quietly after a minute, your head resting on top of his as he hugged you close. ''You are loved and wanted, and you did not wreck his life, okay? "Not you, Amber, or Pavi."

He sniffed and nodded against your chest. "I love you, too."

After a time, he relaxed and saw the lack of a bra through your white shirt. You forced a grin, having not considered your clothes when you walked downstairs to collect him.

''Do you feel comfortable like this?'' you questioned, interrupting the stillness.

Luigi smirked smugly and nodded against your shirt. ''Very. They're really soft and comfy. I'd want to fall asleep on them at night.

"Do you want me to take the top off?" you said, surprising him.

He nodded again, separating himself from you so you could remove your shirt and lie down against your pillows in a more favourable position.

When you originally proposed it, you didn't expect it to turn sexual, but Luigi's lips began caressing your breasts as his hands massaged and shaped, fingers seeking into delicate skin.

Then you began to feel something pressing on your thighs.

You would be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable. Luigi's hands and kisses were delicate and kind, and he savoured the moment. Your hand instinctively moved to his brown hair, running through his shirt strands and urging him to keep going.

''This is not my fault. "I have no control over what my dick does."

You held back a chuckle. Your hand moved between your bodies, rubbing his hardening cock against his trousers.

Luigi moved forward and kissed my neck softly, teasingly slowly. His lips moved up to my ear, where he lightly nibbled the lobe before murmuring, "Well, tell me. "How would you like me?"

He raised his head from your breast, his eyes still red but no longer crying, and you signalled for him to take your place and lie down against your pillows.

''Mommy's going take excellent care of you,'' you assured, reaching down to kiss him softly. ''I'm going to make you feel great, Luigi.

"You can do anything you want to me."

His words made me clutch on nothing and nearly whimper from the suspense.

With your assistance, Luigi removed his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to smack against his lower abdomen. It must have felt uncomfortable pushing against his rigid pants.

"Does that feel good, love?" you enquired, carefully dragging one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.

He nodded, a trembling sigh escaping his lips. ''Y-yes.''

You repeated the motion, this time stroking your thumb over the skull.

You could jerk him off till he was dripping, but you chose to have some fun and try something different. Withdrawing your hand, Luigi began to sit up.

"Where are you going?" he rasped, mildly annoyed.

"I'm not going anywhere," you told him, touching his thigh.

Nodding, he sat back and observed you move, licking the corners of his mouth as you took off your pyjamas and knickers. His deep brown eyes swept over your body, admiring all he saw. The natural fall of your breasts, the hickey his mouth left behind and the bean-shaped birthmark below your left breast that no one saw but him.

You slid a leg across to straddle him, your hands stroking his hips as his big cock pressed against his stomach, stiff and dripping at the tip. The image almost caused the excitement between your legs to spill. Your eyes met Luigi's as you climbed to your knees, but instead of sinking into his cock, you dropped yourself upon the length and grinded your slippery folds against it.

He sighed at the slightest contact, feeling your pussy slide languidly along his cock.

"Is this not what you wanted?'' you enquired coyly, the sound of your arousal mingling with his pre-cum filling the empty space.

You noticed his gaze dart down to where your genitals were rubbing together. ''Mommy, please,'' he moaned, his cock quivering and ready to burst.

You understood what he desired, but you weren't ready to give it to him—yet.

"Are you close, baby?"

He closed his eyes and clutched the covers as his gut jumped. "I'm gonna cum; I wanna cum."

"Don't hold back, Luigi; you can cum."

Ropes and ropes of white cum spilt across Luigi's scarred stomach, his climax arrived, but you did not stop as he expected. No. You chose to test his boundaries and torment him until he couldn't take it anymore, seeing his hips lift off the bed as his orgasm continued, ropes of come flying out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were amazed that he could still cum like that.

"Do you want me to stop?"

''Please.''

You touched his cheek and wiped away some of the tears. "But I haven't put it in yet."

I gently tugged at his untidy hair, my mouth filled with a groan that fell from his lips. I murmured in delight at the warm, moist sensation of his mouth on my flesh, and I reached down in between our bodies to gently rub my palm up and down his hardness. After a few moments, he moved my hand away and sank to his knees between my legs.

As we intensified our kiss, Luigi's fingers discovered my heat and slid two of them up and down my folds to collect my moisture before smashing them into my cunt, reaching my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.

My head slid back, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his fingers filling me up, and he observed my facial expressions closely as the wet noises of my impending climax filled the space between us. "Holy fuck, Luigi." I stammered, my words garbled, as his fingers pounded fiercely into me, never losing touch with the one area that drove me insane. "I-I'm gonna-" I clenched my eyes tight, feeling the start of my orgasm sweep across my body.

"Luigi," you groaned as he pushed you closer to the brink. You knew if you weren't loud, Luigi would be angry with you; after all, you were his partner in the crime.

"Oh you fucking like that, don't you?" Luigi moaned and slapped your ass hard as you shouted out. "Of course, you fucking do."

"You want to cum, sweetheart?" He rasped, his sweet comments a stark contrast to his nasty demeanour. Still, I nodded excitedly, and he took his fingers completely out of me before bending up and pressing his wet mouth against my ear.

"Oh did dad piss you off that-a much brother, Pavi finds this very erotic. I am extremely impressed.”

Luigi and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the door being slightly open. The door was open to Amber and Pavi. I turned to look at Luigi, who had made the same discovery as me, and whispered, "Did you really leave the door open?" He pulled his lips together and shrugged apprehensively before jumping out of bed and racing over to the door to fling it open.

"Pavi, how much of that did you hear?" He enquired through the door. I heard someone giggle behind the door. "Oh, brother, I heard everything. Good work. "I'm very proud." I hid my face in humiliation as Luigi rolled his eyes. "Fuck off." "You are a perv." He yelled at his brother, but I noticed a faint grin forming on his lips.

"I'm gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through." When I heard Amber's voice screeching through the door, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sister, you could have just walked away from the door, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing." Luigi clashed with his younger sister. "Do you think I remained and listened to the entire thing? "What are you crazy?" Despite my shame, I burst out laughing. "I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard faaaar too much." Luigi was furious now and slammed the door in their faces.

"Whoops."

[alyjojo]

Current Karmic Connection ❤️‍🩹 March 2024 - Taurus

Character Card: The Patron

Who are they: The Chariot

Your relationship with them: 4 Swords

What you’re learning from them: Temperance

What they’re learning from you: The Moon

Future potential: Page of Wands

Overall Energy: 4 Wands

For most I’m getting this is a family member, sibling, someone you’ve lived with or next to, you’ve been to their house before, or they’ve been to yours. Maybe a lot. Could be a child for someone, or they kinda act like one. Good and bad ways. In the good ways, they act like sunshine ☀️ on a cloudy day, lots of fun, very friendly, always down to do something exciting or enjoyable, regardless of the cost (which may be an issue if they’re your romantic person). They like expensive things, like to spend money, have a certain standard of living that they expect you to be on board with. Or *they* do. On the negative side, they’re very materialistic and entitled, could be demanding and dramatic within the home, they feel like they should always get their way, what they want, when they say. Jump when they say so. To a Taurus? Lolllllll. Protest here shows they’re quick to stand up for themselves on some soap box of what they deem worthy of…a debate I suppose. Everything is debatable, they probably argue/rant a lot, or it feels that way. My head hurts already, and Stress is at the bottom of the oracles with “headache” 😂 You are patient with them, I can see that, it’s like a forced learning because you care about them. The Patron is a guide, so either they’re leading you by example or you are, you could literally be their parent. Or feel/act like one. You could also work with this person as well as being close friends, since money is wrapped up in this, or this is your roommate. This could also be someone close that’s moved away, or lives far enough away that you have to journey to see them. Whatever a journey is for you. You love being around them but *good grief*, at the same time. They’re too much for you sometimes, but I’m also getting you’ve stood up for them too, probably more than once. Like they can piss *you* off but say something about them I dare you 🤨

The World at the bottom of the first two rows, you probably haven’t spoken in awhile, and are upset thinking maybe this person is just done speaking with you. The last messages you’ve gotten were confusion, it’s like you don’t know if they need you or don’t want you around, I’m hearing “it’s unlike them” and they have you worrying yourself to death over them not wanting to check in, visit, get together, even talk for some of you. If they live a distance away or are off at school, it’s like you have no idea what’s going on and you’re worried. It could simply be this person is moving on to the next chapter of their life and you’re worried you won’t have a part in it, like they don’t call anymore and you fear for their safety, their heart, their future, etc. Heavy vibes of children. Could have been friends since children too, or a sibling. If someone’s lost a job and can’t make payments of some kind, you could be worried about their financial security too. Or this is switched, could be an older family member you don’t talk to much. It’s possible someone is sick and you’re worried you can’t get to them or won’t see them before the end - that’s very specific, not for everyone. Or they do. Could just be a roommate that never pays their share of shit and you’re always worried they’re going to leave you high & dry, or they make you ask directly every time. Could be you that’s moved away from them because of it, like they’re around for spa day okay but come rent day they’re magically in another state doing who knows what for who knows how long #yolo and it irritates tf out of you. You or they leave the other one feeling undecided as to what to even say or do, they’re not speaking, you’re not either and probably don’t know if you should, because you don’t know how they feel about things, or you.

What you’re learning - Temperance, clarified by 10 Pentacles. For most this is someone you put up with their bs because they’re family. Some of them may have gone through a major job shift, financial woes, some kind of Tower in your life that you helped them get through, could be related to work, health, medicine, or even substance abuse/drinking for some with 7 Cups. Drinking at work? If you work with someone, then you keep your cool because you have a good job and intend to keep it, you aren’t sure what would happen if you didn’t, and security is more important to you. Some of you just worry about the worst case scenarios and are aware of that, so you stay patient unless more clarity comes to suggest otherwise. Many of you have no idea what’s going on with them, which could be something very difficult. What they’re learning…is how you feel, they’re aware that you have no idea what’s going on and they intend to keep it that way. This person purposely keeps you in the dark with that Moon. Why they aren’t around, why they left, why they leave you hanging. Could be issues with a lover, one of you don’t like their person or there are Towers surrounding that - no one knows about. If this is your person there could be hidden bs regarding other people/options, or that story with anyone, especially an older/of age kid, they don’t speak much on their personal life & dramas, so you have no clue. Future potential definitely shows messages and a lot of happiness for you (both probably), you could give or receive some kind of invitation or someone has good news to share that makes them very happy, 9 Cups. Probably them, they have good news, and you’re just happy to hear from them. You love this person despite their drama. If this is a lover you’re living with or something, you could feel they’re shady and it’s probably newer, they could be wanting to take it to the next level - this 4 Wands. If you don’t live together yet, it’s that, there could be a proposal of some kind as well, something really good. I don’t like the lack of open honest communication, feeling confused, fk that. Get any clarity you feel you need.

Zodiac Messages:

South Node - Leo - 2nd House

- Remember leadership patiently.

- Reconsider the creativeness of what you want.

- Now is not the time to do what you want to and get what you need.

Oracles:

Protest 🪧

Inadequacy - Sue - Attention

Indulgence 🍫

Interaction - Joy - Friendliness

Charms:

Fractal Heart ♥️ on The Moon show many layers where this person’s feelings, behaviors, past, lovers, traumas, and hidden things are concerned. I heard motives 👀 Something about them is suspicious and it really depends on what your relationship is with them, whether that’s concerning or not. The Moon can show fears, illusions, projections, by you, or purposely masking over things. Keeping you in the dark. For someone, they’re just hiding a surprise from you and it’s fine, no Towers. If you’re not suspicious of them already then that’s probably not them, and there’s a good reason they’ve been quiet.

Blue Key 🔑 on Page of Cups could be a baby, a proposal, someone else’s baby especially if this is family. A baby shower perhaps. A happy occasion that holds the “key” to everyone’s heart, whether at work, with friends, family is the dominant story, some of you could be involved in an engagement too, or a home, whether it’s you, this person, etc. If not that, some happy occasion where they’re excited to get together and have a good time with you, could be anything really. Feels like an invitation for most.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Sagittarius, Leo, Libra, Pisces, Virgo & Aries

[tonydaddingham]

jesus christ the way you and your followers went after that person is so uncomfortable. fandom means not everyone is going to enjoy every single take you have. please start removing yourself from being SO EXTREMELY ATTACHED to your tumblr blog because in no universe should you have gotten THAT upset about someone disagreeing with a point you made. this is fandom. it’s a public forum. the audacity to think you can control what others say is simply mind boggling to me

what if they agree with 99% of your takes but not this one? should they still block you? is fandom not allowed to discuss and joke about the metas that missed the mark? i think the obvious answer is yes but maybe my metas have been picked apart so much that i quickly learned not to take everything personally. if you felt like you were misrepresented you should have just said “here’s the link, educate yourself” and go about your day. instead you replied with one of the most tonedeaf responses i’ve ever seen in fandom and WENT ON TO REBLOG BITCHY POSTS ABOUT IT. i enjoyed reading your takes but now i am put off for good.

also i’m all too aware you won’t admit you’re wrong but. that was a very bizarre thing you did and i hope you learn how to put some healthy distance between yourself and your tumblr blog

by 'that person', im assuming that you mean the op; i have spoken to the op, and made clear that them getting the ask, them responding/posting, and their comment, was not the issue. i'd like to think that i was clear to them that their post was not at all the problem, but if not, i welcome them to come speak to me again.

one follower of mine reblogged that post with their opinion on rinsing out other people's work. i reblogged it twice, the second with the post you're referring to, and another follower reblogged without any opinion passed. that's as far as im aware - i hardly sicc'd my followers on anyone. i then shared a post about blocking people etc where you disagree with them etc., which - bitchy? yes. well timed to come across my dash? also yes. so i reblogged it.

but please do not presume to tell me what i should and shouldn't be upset about, or what i should and shouldn't be attached to. i spend a good deal of time on sharing my thoughts and opinions, and writing up stuff that others may enjoy. i enjoy it too, it's a hobby, and it means a lot to me. it gives me a good sense of pride, of confidence, and of enjoyment - no different to any of the other hobbies i have and engage in. what may not be upsetting to you might be upsetting or meaningful to someone else; you do not get to police what other people's emotional response is.

being vague-posted about didn't necessarily feel personal, because it absolutely wasnt, but it still hurt. it wasn't ever about people disagreeing with my take - which i point out very clearly in this ask, and here in the reblog:

just to reiterate, in case my clearly spelled-out point gets missed again, the issue is not people disagreeing with me. im aware my takes largely exist in the minority, and that's fine! i do not mind! i welcome anyone who wants to challenge me on it! you'll even notice, perhaps, on the original meta, that plenty of people have disagreed with me in the tags; i have not 'gone after' any of them, because people disagreeing with me is not what upsets me.

but being vague-posted about, in a way that some of those tags somewhat suggest that i am stupid, or idiotic, or ignorant - that fucking hurts. i responded - yes, cattily, i will admit that, i was pissed - to the post, and laid out where i felt the tags took the ask at face value, instead of perhaps reserving judgement and instead potentially asking the asker to share the post in question and make an 'educated' judgement.

the crux of the matter is, lovely anon, that people are absolutely entitled to their opinion - does that entitlement stop at me defending myself and my original post? does that mean that my tone should be policed? people are entitled to vague-post about someone's take as if that person won't see it. i can't stop people from doing that, and i wouldn't want to - no matter how much it personally upset me and felt that my efforts and time were reduced to something worthy of ridicule. it's not about my fucking blog, it isn't - it's about when people add their thoughts into the public forum, as they should, they should be aware that someone else may have a follow-up reaction to it. it's about being, what a lot of people could interpret, plain mean about an actual person and their work.

im sad to see that you've been put off reading my stuff for good, but tbh, i think that's for the best.

[adeadphish]

One of my favorite things in fiction is seeing how different creators personify Death as a character because of how death as a concept means so many different things to different people and because of that, we get so many unique interpretations. The two that are immediately coming to mind, especially in how different they are, despite being a character based on the same entity, are Death of the Endless from Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman" and the Big Bad Wolf from DreamWorks Animation's "Puss In Boots: The Last Wish"

Before getting into the contrast, I will touch on where they are similar since they both are personifications of the same enigmatic concept of life and the universe. Both are the harbinger of the end of somebody's life and the one to direct the deceased to whatever lies beyond. Both know their job and do it well in that everyone will meet them eventually because that is how life and death works.

The fascinating part is how different the two are in presentation, characterization mentality and design. And spoilers for Sandman #8 and the 6th episode of the Netflix series as well as Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

In DotE's case, we have a kind, soft spoken young woman who arrives at the moment of one's passing to offer a kind word and let the deceased know it is time to leave, offering what comfort she can to the reaction of shock, fear or despair her arrival can bring while leading them on to whatever passage awaits them. She takes surprisingly calmly to a man who boasts that he can outwit her in the end and would never tire of life without death and she takes that challenge and allows him to not die for hundreds of years, where that man goes on to live life with gusto through the highest highs and lowest lows life gives him without argument or resistance in what is basically a game between her and her brother, Dream. While only Gaiman and his collaborators know for sure, I get the impression that DotE would have found some humor in Puss In Boot's heroic and unstoppable persona and while she would still come to lead him away at the end of that 9th life, it would probably be with some kind words, a sincere enjoyment of his antics, some disappointment it couldn't last because such things rarely do and then sending him off to kitty afterlife. She is kind, gentle and compassionate while still being, for all intents and purposes, The Sandman Universe's Grim Reaper.

By contrast, BBW is terrifying! We see in the film that he takes the idea of a near death experience and makes it chillingly literal, always watching and waiting as Puss puts his furry neck on the line. This death is predatory, always hunting, out for blood and reveling in fear from those who try to cheat and insult him and his work. He is also a fighter, willing to give such braggarts a chance to stand and fight with the intent of cutting them down for their hubris. If Hobb Gadling was in a tavern in the Shrek Universe rather than The Sandman's, this guy would have probably would have challenged him to a fight in the guise of a bar patron and taken him to task for all to see rather than humoring his boasting. While he takes his job seriously and seems to respect those who value life, giving the implication not all of his reapings are as savage (along with some creator comments BTS implying he has a merciful side), this Spector of death does not seem like one to seek comfort in and is more a hunter with a clock and a name, ready to do what needs to be done when the time comes or if you just really piss him off through hubris.

That is why I love this concept so much. So many creators are drawing from the same well and making such different creations from the same basic elements. Both took the basic concept of Memento Mori and a grim reaper-esque entity and made VERY different but both fan beloved characters and it shows just how much creativity can be poured into the premise and that is what is so great about it. Additionally, these two are not the only examples i could have described. From ancient myths and religions to examples like this from modern popular culture, we as a creative species really are fascinated by this sort of thing so clearly I am not alone in loving it either.

[vertigoambrosia]

early game infinite wealth spoilers (i'm in chapter 3 and just started hanging out with kiryu)

i am so pissed about how they've reduced saeko to "romantic interest who doesn't actually want romance but our hero has truuue loovvvvve so he can't just let shit go"

i loved her and her dynamic with the gang and nothing ever seemed romantic to me

but i guess we can't have a hero without a love interest to pine over so sorry girl your entire role is about how a man has a crush on you so you're out of the friend group

not to mention the game already has a slow start but they decided to pad it out with all the date buildup and the date itself; it's like at least, what, 30-45 minutes and has so much cringe and secondhand embarassment you will want to die and for what?

and all just so ichi can be like 'i have a girl at home uhh well she hasn't spoken to me in over a year but i have to be true to her because i loooovvcveeeee herrrrr'

in my head ichiban is better than that

i don't even know if saeko comes to hawaii at all and i'm afraid that they're going to have her and ichi get together at the end like one of those 'yay the hero succeeded now the girl loves you yaayyyy' things (see: avatar the last airbender)

rgg made a really good friend dynamic and then decided that actually you just can't be friends with a woman in the same way

it's very disappointing and it sours my enjoyment of the game every time ichi indirectly mentions her now

[otaku-tactician]

For the blorbo bingo - any Cu of your choosing? c:

Hello fellow fate fan and Cu enjoyer, thanks for the wonderful ask!! I think I will pick Lancer this time (I'm playing it safe lmao i hope i will be able to be concise and not start screaming incoherently). But also thank you for sharing your Cu theories and analysis with me. I like talking about this guy a lot, but he is absolutely my BLIND SPOT when it comes to understanding!

I apologise in advance if any of my Cu takes are a bit off (a lot of projection can be blamed for this). Also the rambling is extremely long so you can ignore it too. Thanks again!

Note: These are all my personal opinions, not truth (cuz im far from an expert on him)

Cu (Lancer) HAHAHAHA YESSS

This time I am going to be a lot more selfish (extremely selfish) and discuss my personal feelings on the character (which I tend to avoid doing)- based on all the bits I circled. Firstly yeah there is a deep seated reason why I love this character.

It's because well, Cu Chulainn does represent certain qualities that I am obsessed with and yearn deeply for. The way he guards, protects, supports, and takes care of his inner circle is pretty moving. He really cranes out his neck for those that matter to him, and as the white day quiz says; it's like he's kind of a warm blanket as an ally. Just the way he interacts with others in Fuyuki emphasises this, he can be so easy to talk to; he'll offer some great services, and though he can be annoying sometimes, he can be great company too.

Yes I get the people who say Cu is a terrifying warrior- which is especially showcased in how he plays around with weaker opponents/ kills em quickly and talks to them in a friendly yet horrifyingly cold manner concurrently- and he could kill me in my sleep (or anywhere for that matter) BUT he can be so warm as well- or cold- idk he's SEASONAL!!!!!

Yeah, his loyalty is DEFINITELY context dependent (he is a pretty loyal warrior and serves a lord and a friend very well but has had struggles when it comes to loyalty as a lover.... but I tend not to ever talk about that, in fear of pissing off the fans that believe he's a very reliable lover. I'm sorry Cu fans, but I don't quite agree, like YES he can be a good lover but also YES he can fuck up greatly too); but when he cares, he cares deeply and he does his all to be helpful to others- even to the point of self-sacrifice at times-and I really respect that a lot.

Feels like he is a great guy to have as an ally/ friend, which is why I ended up being unable to stop him from becoming MY FAVOURITE GUY OF ALL TIME (sorry gilgamesh).

But there is also a deep seated reason why I hate him so much. I think most of it is just jealousy from the fact that he embraces his role as an outsider, as the one who doesn't quite fit in anywhere; yet is also so popular despite that. I am jealous of his customer service skills, and how he knows so expertly well to craft himself in a way that showcases his best sides to others, and how he isn't afraid to show off his powers. And I am jealous that there are some who see how fucked up he can get, but they still adore him regardless; and he adores them equally too. I AM SO JEALOUS OF CU CHULAINN (especially Lancer) LMAO ITS SO FUNNY I SWEAR TO GOD! Also wtf how dare he rock his blue ponytail and garish clothing and still look sexy I hate it (joking id bang him if he even so much as offered).

And then the next point is I do not like to discuss Cu Chulainn on tumblr (but I LOVE hearing other people's opinions of him). I have witnessed just how mean Cu discourse can get for over 6 years now and it doesn't seem to be improving. However, I have also spoken to many kind and cool Cu fans as well, so the online Cu experience can vary. This is a very unpopular opinion but I LOVE the cute Cu fanarts just as much as the scary ones (cuz its hot i think the duality is SEXY AS FUCK).

But to me the main bit that exhausts me is that it's like I wish there could be a marriage between the different perspectives of this guy, cuz in my opinion I don't really think anyone has gotten him wrong, and it's more like they get him right but maybe certain aspects of him may be more to their particular focus, which is totally fine. I like hearing contrasting takes of Lancer Cu and hope that will continue forevermore.

Like Lancer Cu is full of duality and conflicting and contrasting elements, I believe he just is, y'know. Lancer Cu. But somehow there are loads of tumblr battles about which aspects are more valuable/ less worthy to look at, which REALLY CONFUSES ME!!! And people even sometimes deny Copious Cu Crimes (Cu/CCC) or want to squash out Cute Cu Content (Cu/CCC) which worries me.

(But I am the person who misunderstood his core character for over 6 years, so I admit I used to do this mistake myself. I used to focus so much on his warrior and cold side that I forgot about his affectionate and loving side!)

Why can't warrior cu, adorable cu, scary cu, criminal cu, fucked up cu, mean cu, nice cu, helper cu, loving cu, grumpy ass cu, ruthless cu, perceptive cu, monster cu and funny cu all coexist- please im begging you. And yeah, I also avoid talking about the more negative shenanigans that occurred in certain versions of his myth cuz some of his fans get really angry about it or turn it around to make it seem like I'm the one with a problem for raising it (this actually happened once lmao).

Sorry, I know he did his best to protect his masters in fate and his province as a myth-hero, but the man still also a war criminal in my eyes; through and through. LMAO that is an unpopular take, though. But tbh, I mean if I was a citizen in a holy grail war and Lancer had a master that was like 'hey lancer, drink em for mana' I feel like even if he disapproved, he'd still do it anyway.... That's just how I view him. He can be so wonderful and lovely, but duty comes before all else. That's the vibe he gives me personally. That's why I see his loyalty as context dependent based on individuals involved and the situation itself.

Next yeah, I have unwillingly come around to him because I really did not want to like him at first (I found him intimidating and thought he was wearing a clownsuit at first) but so much for that! Thanks a lot Cu!!! Seriously. One second I was shocked when I witnessed him coldly and ruthlessly kill Shirou on orders and hated on his outfit; next second I was pissing myself with laughter at his banter with Tohsaka Rin- and drooling over that EXACT SAME OUTFIT. How the hell does Lancer Cu even DO THAT? He was just so easy for me to like that I didn't even realise he was my blorbo until I was in deep and I haven't come out since (help me).

Oh gosh it's tough answering every circle. I want to give up! But if he can crack my spine like a crawfish and slurp me up I would likely be grateful. Is this an innuendo or literal though, because if it is literal I will be screaming in pain. But hey, if he's worth it he can slurp my insides anytime (nah i'd cry).

Yeah, my worst mistake and the reason why I struggle so much to characterise Lancer Cu decently is because I have projected so heavily and so MESSILY onto him that I accidentally gave him some of my real life headcanons. And it is so creepy because hopefully me and this guy aren't similar. I mean, I don't think I'm like Lancer Cu at all (most people say I'm like Archer, who I don't really see myself as either). But sorry Lancer Cu, I definitely threw some of my trauma of feeling like an outsider onto you. MY BAD!

Could I make him worse? HAHAHA, YES. Because I can challenge him in terms of ideals (I doubt he'd take me seriously though), and could very easily piss him off. I think my personality is definitely an antithesis to his, maybe I'm even his opposite. Because he's like 'ENJOY THE MOMENT, KEEP BALLING EVEN IF YOUR LIFE IS SHIT, OVERCOME AND ADAPT TO SUFFERING' and he does that very well, even when things knock him to the floor he keeps going (but then in turn runs away from certain issues and struggles to share his traumas).

But I could probably piss him off by saying 'IM BALLING AND OVERCOMING THINGS LIKE YOU BUT THE SUFFERING ISNT FUCKING ENDING AND THE PAIN IS GETTING WORSE THIS IS BULLSHIT' is that a clown 2 clown communication???? I have no idea. I bet he'd hate me for saying that though but that's okay, maybe he'd simply brush me off- but if he was a debate guy I would debate him!

Yeah the pretty privilage, he is a really beautiful man. That's all. He is so beautiful- stunning, even. TT-TT Super pretty. Doesn't help that his personality is interesting as well. Maybe I am just obsessed with him?? And yeah, he is kinda the white noise in my brain, he infiltrates my own actions and life choices by a great deal, I often think sometimes 'HEY WHAT WOULD LANCER CU DO? HOW WOULD HE REACT?' to even the simplest things and start laughing, or someone can remind me of him and I start laughing, or I think 'oh damn wish i could talk to him' I am like the PARASOCIAL FAN! HELP!!!! Also I think about him at random times. Lately, I have become more normal(?) about him but all it takes is 1 thing and he's back in my brain full time again.

Yeah, he is very complex and well written in my personal opinion. I think Nasu and the crew have done really well. I love how great a job they've done of making him seem like an annoying bawdy loud man as well as an incredibly intelligent, perceptive and agile warrior at the same time (and then he can even be bashful too). He a great character, he has so much nuances like a real human being so he gets a 10/10 from me. One personal example I have is that I used to think Cu was ALWAYS the happy loud funny annoying flirt guy off the job, until I started seeing scenes in anime like Emiya Gohan which showcases how no actually he also can be quiet sometimes and enjoy a bit of time alone, or needs time to disengage and cool off by himself.

I mean I don't usually even notice these aspects of characters. But with Lancer Cu, I constantly have to re-learn how to appreciate him because of how varied his character is.

Yeah I got the brainrot, but it's the brainrot of constantly having to readjust the way in which I view him. And the extreme brainrot I get whenever I start going bazongas about his hotness. I keep my Lancer Cu horny thoughts to myself for that reason lmao, I mean I have a crapload of suppressed horny thoughts so i think its horny brainrot in regards to him :)

Idk... I am biting my fist? The more appearances, the better. I am glad he is popular = more canon and fanon content.

As for putting him in situations, I would say stop but .... it's kind of entertaining. But I'd like to see him win a grail war someday. ALSO THOUGH THE WHOLE BAZETT STORY IS SO SAD BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i pray for an alternate saga where Cu and Bazett remain master/servant for the whole war cuz I'd cry if that happened and enshrine it my heart 4eva. I forgot my point for this part now....

For the next one, I used to need Lancer Cu in this way. It was an extremely unhealthy and scary time in my life to be frank. It took me through a journey where I had to confront some very personal issues and traumas. SO THANK YOU LANCER CU FOR FORCING ME TO FACE MY TRAUMAS!!!! Cuz yeah when I say I used to rely heavily on this blorbo to live.... my god. Yeah. It was not a good time. Hahahaha... yeah it was the worst time ever. It took me a long time to even admit he was my blorbo, cuz of all the issues it unleashed in my own personal life.

I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT HIM AT ALL! I PROJECTED MY MENTAL ILLNESSES ONTO LANCER AND THEN HAD TO CONFRONT AND BETTER MYSELF TO OVERCOME THEM AND ENJOY HIM THE WAY I DO TODAY! THATS WHY I SAY IT SUCKS THAT ITS SO HARD TO FEEL SAFE AND COMFY WHEN SHARING CU POSTS ON THE INTERNETS! I WISH THAT THERE CAN BE LANCER CU STUFF FOREVER AND ALSO MY VIEWPOINTS ON HIM ARE EXTREMELY BIASED AND SUBJECTIVE BECAUSE HE IS MY FAVORITE GUY OF ALL TIME SO I ACCIDENTALLY PROJECTED ONTO HIM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

also he is so fucking hot too WHYYYYYYYYY THIS IS JUST I- WHAT WHY UGH AND IM SO JEALOUS OF HIM AND HIS GENDER AND ITS SO UNFAIR THAT I LIKE HIM SO MUCH!!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL AND SO ANGRY!

[juszar2]

God....

The depravity, deviance, treachery, jealousy, envy, secret fantasizing, stalking interest, emulation, fixation and severe weakness the level you have Never seen in life, sever lying, sever sneakiness and parasitic nature, fear of upsetting a rot or being no longer thought of as cool or sought by rot or smoke blown in your ass, all of it! The group effort to Simp a snake low life, all of it is a lot for a weak one to navigate and untangle himself from. To feign decency and dignity and conservatism and persuade me to live as he needed to live and tell me that he enjoys privacy like I do and swear that he wanted nobody in his life and talks the most about those with all of those traits and character when.... ALL they had to do was invite in the closet for some variety to your sex life and be rot that was enemy to me so will hide, his resentment of my obtaining higher education and ensuring that his kids both did leaves him lacking. I think he'd resent the last kid's opportunity at obtaining higher education. God forbid I'd have a perfect track record of assisting kids with academic scholarship efforts, getting through, career ambitions and relocation and he watch that and the great results. It is possible that he'd want one... One to accomplish none of that and have a road that he has taken instead, even if harder and even if unnecessary due to brill iance and the best heart and person that God smiled upon living up to a biblical name. So much of a mistake. I am the strength and I needed a real Man! A man to stand beside me and block and tackle and whatever these Rot that would inevitably try and come for me. Sorta how I stood up to those three grown men that wanted to tear him up while he cowered as a young man. As pissed as I was with just God and a damn pole, being so feminine and soft spoken, I acted without hesitation... He cowered and shocked me! Later he said he would Never show me cowardice like that again and swore he was not a coward. Here we are almost 30 years later and it has been a steady life of cowardice. Cannot easily be in a damn restaurant, cannot travel, cannot by himself go into a store unless is 4am and vacant. His enjoyment was my company and outings done on his accord and how he could handle it. Ordering in a food window is a situation. And he has changed with a dark aura brought with this Rot deviance. Looks like Satan where for decades in my presence joy and light. He is menacing how he speaks about anything on TV, demeans everything. All unnecessary and was not his way. Blacks are not discriminated against and all kinds of trash. He is a fraud and contradiction. Would certainly collude and use access to knowing me as his currency for obsessed rot. I each day cannot believe how easily a rot can simp a weak one. Though the homosexual did post the play by play while obsessing over me and by attributes just on like a Tuesday. And upset about people and men "bragging" on me. Also narrating how he must not know, because he still liked -squares- even though it tried to show him Rot I guess. And when I say could not stop narrating... Oh the rest.... Even artwork. This is a sick homosexual obsessed rot. That homosexual enemy followed my life worked overtime to convince those around me of any deficit it could including that I am unattractive. I have been a "goddess" for 30years according to this spouse... Whom opined that I was his world, Do you think this homosexual enemy was able to convince or worked to convince this weak of my lack of beauty or flaws? I can say I know that it attempted so hard. I could tell what it would say. All of it, the same as when I was in 7the grade and it silently had a fixation. But, it was too scary to approach me with the trash. I have always been quiet but Never cowardly and in fact very much the opposite to my own detriment, but I know God protects defense and knows my heart. I would never pursue, not even interested. Shocking low life's grow to be low life's and demonstrate that while still carrying a thing for me wanting to come into its enemy and obsession's life.

[kierancampire]

My family have upset me quite a bit with my brother

Recently my brother dealt with a mildly traumatic incident which initially my mum was very upset about, but then recently she made a joke about it at the expense of him and that joke upset me, as what happened was deeply upsetting for my brother. However this issue is another thing. I don't really wanna talk about this but it's impossible to vent about my family without doing so

My brother is very quiet, keeps to himself, talks little, shows little emotion, he just stays shut in his room and often my family have no idea if he is home or not. The thing is, certain things about my brother point to him being gay like me, the difference is though my brother has never openly spoken about, hinted to, or made any notion of him being gay outside of a few questionable things. My family, mum in particular, speculate a lot about this and are quite invasive, my view is to leave him be and not make a deal out of it. However, mum just messaged me saying she/Kayden found (what I assume is Twitch) his profile and have been silently watching/viewing him, but noted my brother has a pride flag in his bio and have evidently been discussing the games he plays

The thing is, I know if my brother is streaming on Twitch that he is posting publicly to a public platform so anyone can watch his stuff. But it's the fact my family have clearly actively gone out of their way to sniff him out, haven't told him, and are trying to pry into his private life and what he shares, to figure out if he is gay or not and are invading his privacy. I feel really bad for him as he has no idea and this would probably be quite upsetting for him if he found out what they're doing. And the fact mum has told me like I would get enjoyment out of this or support what they are doing? My brother and I were very close when we were kids, but even though we are no longer, he deserves a right at privacy and respect, especially from family, so them trying to out him by invading what they know is a private and sacred thing for him as everything is? I feel bad even talking about this but it's their actions that are pissing me off