#then i'd be even madder

[diver5ion]

Ahsoka | Part Four: Fallen Jedi

[ontargetmadders]

The kids really are better than some of the senior players atm... but that's a conversation no one wants to have rn lol 🤐

[viciousewe]

I can't stop thinking about weaving a bed canopy some one help meeee

[x-i-l-verify]

You know, I was actually willing to believe W.C.K.D. had the greater good of people in mind when they were harvesting immune brain juice as a cure for the Flare, but them coming in guns blazing to the Right Arm encampment just proves they actually don’t really care about curing the Flare. Because if they DID, they’d go in stealthily and capture as many people as possible; they wouldn’t firebomb the camp first thing ffs. Any number of immune people could have been caught up in those blasts! Including the kids they’re freaking trying to find! wtf!

[jedi-bird]

I did a lot of thinking tonight while waiting for my stomach to settle (it never did and in fact now has stabbing pains that might be an issue with my pancreas or spleen). Fingers crossed I'm well enough to go to the signing tomorrow, but it was only ten bucks so if I have to miss it I'll just be very sad but not out much. On Monday I'm going to call my doctor and try to change my appointment date; it'll be very last minute and might incur a fee but I don't care at this point. On Monday also I need to figure out if AAA can replace my battery or if not can they jump it so I can get it to a car parts place and replace it. There is just too much shit right now and my appointment was supposed to be a routine checkup and I just don't want to deal with the stress. And anyway, if the pains persist I'm going to have to go to urgent care anyway, so no point in trying to keep an appointment that can be put off.

[descentintosiblingcon]

Chapter 14: Separation And Encounter

Balmung sends the now-disbanded group an email telling them to meet with him in the Slums. Notably, he doesn't send it as an administrator but as Balmung of the Azure Sky. He tells them he invited others and that if they arrive, they should come prepared for a battle...

The chapter officially opens with Magi and Kamui finding out their prisoners have escaped. Kamui quickly figures out Zafie freed them and ruefully regrets not deleting her upon seeing her. Magi equally ruefully asks why management wouldn't approve their request to delete her. Kamui answers that it's not because they won't but because they can't. Magi is understandably confused but Kamui says that the twins and Zafie can be tracked easily, deciding to start looking for them in the Net Slums. Since Balmung is no longer employed by the CC, now Kamui is free to abuse her authority as much as she wants against those she discriminates against. Police brutality for all!

Kamui and Magi leave to go on a bug hunt...

Back to the twins! Rena tells Shugo they're probably the first players to break out of jail. Shugo cools her jets by telling her that they are now officially fugitives instead of heroes. Shugo asks where they can stay. Rena suggests logging out but Shugo reminds her that doing so would leave Zafie all alone. Also, logging out now will probably ensure they can never use their characters again. They'll keep fighting as Kite and the Black Rose for as long as possible.

Suddenly, the two are ambushed...by Kamiya. He has the actual balls to try to woo Rena before Shugo kicks him for, you know, selling them and their group the fuck out earlier. In fairness, Kamiya has come up to apologize. He really was just trying to be an asshole, not get the entire group thrown into jail. He sincerely apologizes to the twins...and oversells it to Rena, resulting in a punch from Shugo. Rena has to yell at them to chill, telling them they are known behind their backs as the "Clowns of Class 3-A". Even the shock of this epithet isn't enough to keep them from arguing, causing Rena to Death Glare them apart.

Suddenly, Rena tells Kamiya that Shugo destroyed his PC, apologizing and ordering Shugo to say sorry too. Shugo "apologizes"...and Kamiya, not only ungratefully unconvinced, says he's still mad over the disfigurement, like a baby. Zafie casually says she can fix it and does so...by uppercutting the sumofabitch like she was Goku in a non-serial movie. Kamiya is...fixed:

Well, Kamiya isn't exactly pleased with the results...but fuck him, we're checking on Balmung. He meets with Wiseman to mobilize the members of the Slums. The best way to do this is contact the Master of the Slums. This amuses Wiseman because apparently the Master and Balmung have had bad blood in the past. Balmung clarifies that he acknowledges the Master's skills but he has no idea how to deal with him. Wiseman leaves to mobilize and Balmung gets an email. It's from a mysterious guy who's acquainted enough with him to offer him his help apropos of nothing. Balmung laughs at his audacity and says he will fight on his, and their fallen friend's, behalf. Two other players show up, also acquainted with Balmung from the past and ready to fight with him.

Back to the twins! After repeated ass-beatings, Kamiya's face is back to normal. Finally grateful, he asks the twins if they were released because they were found innocent. They then reveal they broke out...to the guy who ratted on them in the first place. Yeah, not a smart move...The twins at least tell Kamiya not to get involved with them considering they're on the lam. Kamiya responds by offering to join their party. The twins are reluctant but...eh, they let in based on his utter lack of swagger.

At a base somewhere, Shugo and Kamiya keep watch over Rena and Zafie as they sleep. Shugo asks Kamiya if he's been playing the World for a long time, which Kamiya answers in the affirmative. Shugo, realizing Kamiya actually cares about the game as much as him and his sister, sincerely apologizes for fucking up his PC half a story ago. Kamiya accepts it...after all, thanks to Shugo, he gets to see Rena as she sleeps.

The chapter ends with Shugo getting an email. He wakes Rena up to see who it's from. Turns out it's from Mireille...

THOUGHTS

Another great chapter. Didn't expect Kamiya to be redeemed and, to be honest, I absolutely would not let the snitch who got me jailed in my group but whatever, I'm a pissy person. Kamiya's intentions still manage to come off as sincere and watching Balmung mobilize the troops is fun. Looking forward to seeing the rest of the group in the next chapter.

[kissforyouu]

pairing : jungook x reader

genre : smut , angst

warnings : against the car , in the car , oral sex ( f recieving ) , spanking , jealousy , ft. lil bit of taehyung ;) , toxic relationship , uses of words like "slut" (during sex) , exhibitionism (kinda) , teasing , unprotected sex

a/n : idk what this is but hope u enjoy LOL. and dont ask me why the name of this is woof woof woof idk either umm

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Me and him were always on and off. Jeon Jungkook, I mean. Not the man I was currently on top of right now. That's Kim Taehyung. He was hot, very hot, and the fact that he was Jungkook's best friend made it even hotter. Taehyung knew me and Jungkook were something, whatever we called it. But at this moment, he did not give a single fuck.

His head was thrown back as his hands roamed under the silk material of my black mini dress, all over my ass. My clothed core was pressed against his crotch, grinding slowly. Hands tangled in Taehyung's messy locs, his tongue licks over the spot right under my ear. He nibbles and sucks on the spot gently, taking his time.

I continued moving my hips, begging for some more friction. I wanted something, but not skin to skin contact. Not with Taehyung. I had other plans.

A small moan slips past my lips as I grab Taehyung's wrist before placing it on my right breast. Taehyung's eyes flicker with excitement, his hands immediately squeezing both of my breasts tight. I could tell he was excited, to touch me and to hold me, too bad you weren't going to let him get his way. Didn't think Jungkook's so called best friend would be this unloyal.

I let out a small whine purposely into Taehyung's ear, pretending to be feeling something, as my hand slide into his pocket to pull out his phone. Laying back a bit, I look at Taehyung with puppy eyes, signalling him to unlock his phone. He raises his eyebrow at me, a little confused.

"Wan' to give Jungkook a show..." I tilt my head to the side, giving him my most seductive smile. Taehyung lets out a devilish laugh as he unlocks the phone. Men are so easy.

I place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, my eyes scanning through his messenger app in search of Jungkook's chat. I find it, the corner of my lip curving into a smirk. I click on the small camera icon at the bottom of the chat, then pressing record.

Looking at the camera with my eyes big and glossy and the prettiest smile on my face, I then look down to Taehyung, who's face was now smothered in my tits. Cracking up my laugh, which I know Jungkook loves, I push Taehyung's face further into my tits. He wasn't even doing anything, why's he so boring.

You pretend to like it, arching my back more, fake moans escaping my mouth as I grind myself onto him. To make my man who'll be seeing this even madder, I make sure to moan Taehyung's name.

"Mmm, Taehyung!" it sounded so fake but that didn't matter. You knew Jungkook would recognise how fake that was anyway. All I wanted to do was to make Jungkook mad. For him to take me home after, then fuck the living shit out of me, then tell me he loves me and make up. And for then, not that I want it, but for this cycle to repeat because one of us just have to fuck up each time. But I didn't care, not one bit, I'd go back to him each and every time. And I know he would too.

Without wasting more time, I click send. It didn't take a second for Jungkook to view the message. Internally, I was giggling at sight of the two blue checkmarks. I almost forgot about the man beneath me.

you : [video]

jkkk🤘🏻: ???

rlly y/n? im omw, he better not be on ur fucking cunt when i get there.

My eyes beam at his reply. He's on his way. Please come quickly and get me away from this man. You let out a groan, way too bored. He was still on my tits, just touching them all over.

About 5 minutes of the same thing — yes, 5. You wonder if he's ever had a woman on his bed before — Jungkook comes crashing in. We were at a party, he knew where we were because you guess Taehyung must've told him where he'd be tonight, definitely not expecting to have me grinding on him. You watch Jungkook's eyes scan the party trying to find us, with your head resting on top of Taehyung's shoulders as he did whatever he did.

Jungkook looked so good. He had his shoulder length hair down, a black wife beater on, his pants hung low rise showing off his calvin klein boxers which I love with a black belt to hold it all together. And to add the cherry on top, he also had a thin silver chain dangling from his neck. Not just any chain, it was the I had gifted him. He was a walking snack, no wonder every woman turned their heads to look at him wherever he went. Too bad, he's mine.

Jungkook's eyes land on mine, then on the man I was on. His eyebrows furrowed, oh he was mad, his tongue poked his cheek as he walked towards us. In no time, he hand was on my arm, pulling me off of Taehyung.

"Really, Taehyung? My girl, out of everyone?" My girl. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I hear him yelling at Taehyung a few more words, but they all sound muffled to me. The only thing I could focus on was "my girl". If only he made it official. We've been boyfriend and girlfriend so many times, breaking up and getting back together. I don't care. I'd still do it. To be with him.

After spitting his last few words out, he turns his head to look at me, eyebrows still furrowed and mad.

"And you. Could've just fucking called me. Had to fuck my best friend to get my attention? Huh?"

He looked so mad, I loved it.

Jungkook's grip on my hand never leaves as he storms down through the crowd with me, leaving Taehyung all alone and frustrated. I grip onto his bicep as we walk down the stairs.

I sigh, breaking the silence.

"I missed you"

"Yeah, fucking right, Y/n. That's why you went and seduced my best friend?"

I sigh, releasing his arm.

"I missed you a lot, Jungkook. I'm sorry about before. I just — I don't know, okay? Sometimes I get so insecure about you with other girls. I don't know how you are, considering how we're always on and off and never stable."

"Oh, yeah? So that makes it okay for you to grind your ass on Taehyung?!" He raises his voice at me. We were literally yelling at eachother in the car park.

"JUNGKOOK! I don't want Taehyung, I want YOU! I don't know why I did that but everything I do is because of you, and FOR YOU because I want you, and-and I don't want you to b-be with some other girl! I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, I got jealous and I stormed out of your house and today I got with Taehyung because I wanted to make you jealous and I wanted you to come pick me and take me home and make love to me and-and then we'd go back to the usual! As always! Like we always do! We always break up and then—"

I was shut up by him crashing his lips onto mine, pushing me against his mercedes. The kiss was rough and hungry, he had both of my arms pinned onto the car. He then pulls out,

"You ramble way too much sometimes, baby"

His thumb skims past my lower lip, eyes shifting from my lips to my eyes. He kisses me again, taking my lower lip between his lips as he gently sucks and bites on them. I melt into his kisses, my body almost sliding down the car but he holds me up with his arms that are holding onto my waist. We make out for about 1 more minute before I pull away, desperately in need of air.

He stares at me with a smirk before I try to catch my breath, his finger twirling one of my curls.

I calm my breathing down, finally, then look at him with a smile. "You good?" He says, teasingly, his knee coming in between my legs. I nod my head, feeling his knee glide up my thigh slowly. I let my clothed pussy sit on his knee, my hands traveling up to my breasts to squeeze them through the material. I nod, my eyes drowsy. Jungkook's knee begins to rub my clit slowly, creating some friction. But not enough.

I begin to grind onto his knee as he lets out a laugh.

"This is what you wanted? Hm?" He lightly slaps my cheek. I nod my head repeatedly. I let out a shaking breath, fastening my pace on his knee.

"Yeah, go on, get yourself off on my knee like the slut you are" his fingers caress my collarbones, slowly gliding them down the small dip of my top to highlight my breasts, his fingers now disappearing in between them. His eyes were filled were lust, tongue poking his cheek, his fingers hook onto the top of my dress before pulling down enough to expose my breasts. I swear I saw his eyes sparkle for a good two seconds. That just made me wetter.

Unknowingly, a moan slip past my lip as I find myself reaching my high. This was so fucking embarrassing in a way, cumming from just grinding on his knee. But it didn't matter, it was him.

"Aah, ah!" I rub my clit over my panties a few several times, finally feeling myself release. It felt like a sticky mess down there. My chest rises up and down as I let out a few breaths out. Shit, I just came. Suddenly, I feel the embarrassment kicking in. My face flushed in red, I try to look away to avoid the gaze of the man whom I just got off of.

"Too embarrassed now? Look at yourself, baby, you're fucking worn out from just my knee" He laughs. It almost feels mocking.

Jungkook's hands glide up my thighs, hooking onto the bottom lace of my dress as he lifts it upto my waist. Right now, my mini dress was just hiked up to my waist from both ends, leaving me almost completely naked.

The smirk in his face never disappears as Jungkook gets down on his knees. His eyes fixed on my wet clothing. Hands now on the waistband of the lace material, he pulls them down upto my knees. My bare pussy all wet and out for him, Jungkook wastes absolutely no time before diving in with a long stripe.

Fuck, finally.

My back arches, hand immediately flying to grip onto his long hair. His tongue licks my bud in a circular motion, then up and down my folds. I feel him place a few kisses all over, making me even wetter. Jungkook releases a breath, then a small hum and he dives back into my pussy. His eyes were closed, displaying his pretty lashes, his mouth skillfully working down there. I moan out his name, thrusting my hips forwards onto his feet. Jungkook groans into my pussy, sending vibrations down me.

"F-fuck...so good! Baby, don't stop" My head was thrown back against his car, tits out, back arched, pussy getting eaten. It was quite the view. Not to mention, we were still at the car park. Anyone could run into us anytime.

Jungkook pulls away for a moment just to spit on my pussy, and before it could dribble down my legs, his tongue catches it as he licks his trail up, back to my clit before he circles my sensitive bud again. He rubs it in the form of an 8, his hand now in between my legs, middle finger rubbing my folds. I feel and hear him hum once again, right before his finger enters me slowly, making me let out a gasp.

I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, lowering my head down to look at the man in between my legs, eating me out and fingering me so good.

I feel his big arms on my thighs, nails digging right into the flesh as they part out my legs even more. Jungkook raises his head up to look at me, letting me get a clear sight of his face fully covered in my slick as his tongue and fingers continue to work on me so good.

His teeth suddenly tug onto my bud, pulling it a bit before releasing it. Shit, he's driving me crazy.

I roll my eyes back, back arching even more. A long whine escapes my mouth as I look down at Jungkook who was now sucking hickeys onto my thighs while his fingers worked on me.

Fuck, I wish I could have him in between my legs like this every single day.

A few seconds later, a gasp leaves my mouth along with a series of whines and moans. Shit, I really was a mess. I was cumming, again, this time all over his mouth and chin. Some even dripped down to the floor and onto his tank top. I stared down at him. I couldn't help but think of how fucking hot he looked like this. Hair messed up, face flushed red and my juices all over him.

"Jungkook, so good..." My chest was rising up and down trying to catch my breath, but I could feel Jungkook's gaze fixed on nothing but my breasts. Next thing, he stands up, his hand digging inside his front pocket to pull out his car key. Impatiently, he unlocks the car.

"Get in the car, baby"

I don't bother replying, already knowing what's happening. A small giggle slips past my lips as I open the car door, stepping inside. I make sure he gets a full view of my ass out in the air and legs spread. In return, I get a spank on my right cheek and a laugh.

I laugh back, making myself comfortable as I just lay there, ass up face down at the back of the car. I didn't need him to tell me twice.

"You know me so well, Y/n." His hand leaves another spank on my right cheek. I hear him get in the car, then close the door. Thankfully, the car was big enough for the both of us to be moving like this.

Jungkook takes in the sight in front of him, his hands palming my cheeks. He then spreads them apart, spitting right in between. He groans as he watches it dribble down my cheeks. His fingers come in contact with my pussy, spreading my juices around so good. I let out small moans, feeling my body relax.

Jungkook's fingers leave a small pat on it before retrieving his fingers back. Right after, I hear the sound of his belt getting removed. The thought of dick inside me itself could make me cum just now. I was so so ready to cum, for the third round.

I turn my head around took at him as he pulls down his pants, then his boxers, and finally releasing his dick out. And god, was he big. He pulls it out then gives it a few pumps. I wiggle my ass, running out of patience.

"Jungkook, I want you inside me now. Please." I emphasise on the 'now'.

"Alright, baby. Anything for you" his lips leave a small kiss on my asscheek. My breathing halts for a second at the feeling of the tip of his dick rubbing against my folds, so teasingly slow.

"Mm, I'll go crazy..." I feel my eyes getting drowsy at the feeling.

"Me too, sweetheart, me too." His other hand glides up my back, caressing it gently. Jungkook pushes in his tip, just a little, making me let out a long whine. He's teasing me!

"Fuck you! Just fuck me! Please!" I almost let out a cry.

Jungkook mocks me once again with a laugh, his tip now a little bit more in. Fuck, why's he doing this. I groan, thinking of taking things into my own matter. My eyes roll back as I bounce back on his dick.

"Shit!" He was now fully inside me, and I couldn't name a better feeling. I grip onto the leather of the seat, slowly gliding myself up and down his dick. Shit, he was so perfect.

"Mmm, so fucking desperate for this dick? That's what you are now?" His palms lay flat on my ass cheeks, supporting me as I bounce backwards on his dick. I nod my head repeatedly as an answer, shouting out small yesses.

My moans and Jungkook's low groans were all we could hear, and the faint sound of his dick going in and out of my heat.

A few more thrusts later, I feel myself getting tired.

"Fuck..." a groan leaves my mouth, my body instantly falling down to the seat. Sex is a whole workout.

"Tired already?" His fingers brush away a few strands of my hair that's sticked to my forehead. I nod, finding myself relaxing to his touch.

Jungkook's smirk grows wider, he flips me onto my back, his body now hovering over me. He looked so majestic, tall and beautiful. My eyes travel from his broad muscular shoulders, down to his arms — big, tattooed and veins popping out —, his sharp v-line, then upwards to his abs glistening with sweat. Eyes traveling lower, I take the image of his dick in, standing tall and proud. Fuck, I think I got wetter.

Unknowingly, my lips part and a small whimper goes out. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, that smug look on his face never leaving.

I know I'm boosting his ego so much right now, for sure.

Jungkook grabs my hand, starting to trail kisses slowly from my fingers to my arm. He kisses my arm, then along my shoulder blade, his other hand pulling my thighs apart. My mouth leaving out a few whimpers, I play with my breasts at the sight of his hand now pumping his dick again. One last tug on my nipple, Jungkook thrusts his dick inside me again, both of us letting out gasps.

He starts to thrust in and out, slowly. I whine loudly, eyes closed and lips apart.

"Baby, fuck— you're so wet!" Jungkook breathes out, fastening his pace. I was so wet that we could hear the sound of it. I bite my lower lip, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. His pace increases more and more, same way my nails dig deep into his shoulders. I know for fact that he'll see nail marks all over his skin next morning. His hips crash into mine repeatedly, balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Fuck, is there anything better than this?

"Jungkook, you're so good, you're making me feel so good~" I moan out, gasping and grunting in the middle. His head bops repeatedly, eyebrows raised, face filled with pleasure.

A few more powerful thrusts later, I feel my high reaching. "Shit, I'm gonna cum" I shout, his thumb on my clit, rubbing fast — adding some extra friction. "Fuck, you're gonna cream my dick nice? Yeah?" He lands a few spanks on my ass, never slowing down his pace. Jungkook's eyes glue onto my tits as they bounce up and down due to his fast pace. I clench around him, his low groans and grunts being his respond as my clenching never stops.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—" a series of curses leave my lips, eyes rolling back I feel myself orgasm all over him. My cum leaks out, making a mess when his hips clash with ass repeatedly. We were so sticky and sweaty. The smell of sex was taking over.

Jungkook arches his neck back, thrusting in a few times more before he pulls out, tip leaking with cum. He jerks himself off onto my stomach, a bit landing on my tits even. His cum spurts out, cum all over my upper body.

He sighs, his chest rising up and down, same as me. I mewl, eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

"Fuuuuck," Jungkook groans, "that was hot." I laugh a little at his comment, lightly nodding my head.

He smiles at me before reaching his arm out to the front of the car, then grabbing a pack of tissues. Jungkook returns, pulling out a few tissues and then wiping my chest with it. Then down there as well, I relax at the feeling.

He then throws the dirty tissue away, locking eyes with me.

I crawl onto his lap, my arms engulfing his neck. Jungkook hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. My head on his bare chest, I relax to his little caresses. If only we could lay like this forever. There was a small silence between us. I could tell that we both were thinking about what I had said before, right before we started get all over eachother.

"Jungkook." I decide to break the silence.

"Yeah?" He answers immediately.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

I pull away to look at him, his big eyes already looking at me.

"I'm sorry for making you jealous with Taehyung. I shouldn't have done that." I admit.

"And I'm sorry for going out with Aeri before. I should've told you, baby, fuck, but I promise we didn't do anything."

He says, sincerely.

"Okay." I nod.

"Can we—can we please get back together?"

"We never broke up. You just stormed out mad." He says.

I press my lips tightly, feeling guilty.

"Jungkook", I press the side of my cheek onto his chest again.

"Do you still love me?"

He cracks a small laugh, "Baby, what are you asking? I've always loved you."

"I think we have issues." The words leave in a small, almost inaudible voice. I don't want to admit to it.

"We always fight, breakup, then we make eachother jealous, then we make love, then we make up—then it repeats." I murmer.

Jungkook sighs, I could tell he was admitting to what I was saying.

"Give us one more chance, baby. Let's work this out. I promise you this time. I'll be everything you need."

"You're already everything I need." I whisper.

"I love you, Y/n"

"I love you more, Jungkook"

[skylarkspinner]

fiber art adventures in egypt

I recently got back from a trip to Egypt & finally got around to organizing some pictures to share. One of the things I was most excited about was seeing what I could find on fiber arts and textiles.

Dropping everything under a read more, 'cause this will be a long post haha

first visit: the National Museum of Egyptian Civilization (NMEC)

At the time of visiting, they had a special textiles exhibit. It covered Pharonic Egypt all the way up to modern times, although I only had time to check out the dynastic & a bit of the Coptic portion of the exhibit (which was what I was really hoping to see anyways)

Was super excited to see this diorama in person. I knew about it but had never seen good pictures of it. From the little I've seen of ancient Egyptian spinning, spinning with two spindles seems to be the norm rather than a master technique? It also shows up in tomb art, which the exhibit also shared:

They also used a different fiber preparation (splicing to create a rove of fiber, no traditional drafting to my understanding) so that probably made a difference? Regardless I really want to see if I can replicate the technique, especially because their spindles look so similar to modern spindles??

I took so many pictures of spindles, guys, and I fully intend to either have a few replicas made or to learn to make some myself. Also, although they were unlabeled... I'm pretty sure those are beaters for weaving? That was a bit of a trend with this trip, so much stuff was unlabeled :( I would've killed to at least get some date estimates for some of the stuff they had on display. I was nerding out in here though, and my family took a few pictures of how excited I was getting. A bit embarrassing, but eh haha

The exhibit also had a section on natural dyes used with a fun visual;

There was several diagrams specifically describing each dye source, but in the interest of not overloading on pictures I'll just list them out. For blues; woad, Yellows; turmeric, safflower, saffron, or yellow ochre; reds; madder, henna, pomegranate, and kermes. I originally thought kermes was another way to say cochineal, but it only seems to be distantly related.

next visit: Ramses Wissa Wassef Art Center

A small art center dedicated to hand-weaving wool and cotton tapestries. All of their work was museum quality & awe inspiring!!

Was even invited to their back rooms to watch a few of their weavers working; no I don't have room to put a room-sized loom anywhere but heck do I want one now

Our guide that took us through talked a bit about the natural dyes they use (all of their dyes are dyed in house with what they grow in their dye garden!!!) and got excited to hear I was also interested in natural dyes! He seemed a bit disappointed I'd never worked with indigo and. while indigo scares me, I'll take it as a sign that maybe I should try some time this year haha.

final visit; the Egyptian Museum

we really had to rush through this one which was a huge shame because it's packed full of artifacts. Also, the lighting in there is atrocious, so apologies for the not great pictures ahead.

They had a fascinating display of textile tools, more than what the NMEC had;

(Hand for size reference) I want all of these spindles! So badly! But a few of them look so much like a few of the spindles I own already?? A few of them had a spiraling notch, that's so cool? But also, what's going on with the one with two whorls? I have no idea. I'm fascinated.

Look at these whorls!! Although again, I'm a bit confused; the lack of labeling strikes again. Unsure why some of these "whorls" have two holes, or what the metal object with the wooden handle is. The display implies sewing needles, and some of them do look like it, but others.... really don't look like sewing needles. I'm absolutely enchanted by this little whorl though. I think it has birds on it?

More objects that I'm baffled by- the signage doesn't really indicate what some of this stuff is, if it's even known. Also confused by the object wrapped in white string in the right pic; it looks like a distaff but to the best of my knowledge the (ancient at least) Egyptians didn't use distaffs. It probably popped up in later times and was put in this display since it was still relevant, but I'm still not sure.

I have so many more pictures & thoughts but I'll save those for more specific future projects. I've been doing research outside this trip on ancient Egyptian spinning techniques and desperately want to go deeper into that, this trip just solidified how excited it makes me. If you made it all the way through this, many thanks for reading!

Bonus; look at this ancient linen 🥺

[yanderestarangel]

desperate for a one-shot of johnny fucking the reader and tomas being a peeping tom and getting turned on by the reader getting fucked 🫣 (p.s ur writing is a MASTERPIECE)

★ 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘 ★

𝖏𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 + 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖗���𝖆𝖉𝖆

TW: v!sex, afab anatomy, voyeurism, m! masturbation, whining, semi-public sex, johnny cage x reader + voyer tomas, degradation, pet names, creampie, objectification, smut, angst, porn plot only, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

A/N: thanks anon, I hope you like it <3

Tomas Vrbada was now Johnny Cage's wingman, always going to clubs with the star, however, he met you, Johnny's partner, you and Johnny had sex and had fun after his divorce, but Tomas didn't expect to catch you and the actor from movies together, fucking in the nightclub bathroom, but he couldn't and wouldn't look away from your body, being dominated by him.

"-Fuck..." Tomas sighed softly, looking through the crack in the open door, while watching Cage fuck you. Tomas's eyes widened as he watched the erotic scene unfold before him. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of you, legs spread wide, your wet pussy enveloping Johnny's thick cock. The sound of your sweet moans filled the bathroom, sending shivers down Tomas's spine. The bulge in his pants grew, straining against the fabric as his own desire surged through his body.

Unable to resist any longer, Tomas's hand instinctively moved to his crotch, his fingers fumbling to unzip his pants. He needed release, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He watched as Johnny's hands gripped your hips, guiding you rhythmically against him, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure.

Tomas's breath hitched as he imagined himself in Johnny's place, his own hands gripping your hips, his cock buried deep inside you. His mind was filled with delicious fantasies of taking you, pleasuring you in ways that only he could imagine. The thought of joining the two of you in this debauched act sent a surge of heat through his body.

As Vrbada continued to stroke himself, his gaze never wavering, he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have you moaning his name, to feel your walls clenching around his length. The sensations overwhelmed. "-I wish that was me.." He muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mixture of envy and arousal - The ninja pictured himself thrusting into you, feeling your wetness enveloping him, your moans filling the air - the thought of being the one to make you submit, to hear you cry out his name - made him go madder with desire, all the veins in his dick were pulsating at that moment, he didn't even care if he was caught by someone or not - his gaze shifted to the mirror, where he caught a glimpse of his reflection.

He wanted to see you at your most vulnerable, to witness.

"-I want you so fucking bad, let me taste you, let me fuck you..." He whispered, imagining himself with you, thrusting into your wet pussy, claiming it as his own. I want to fuck you like that, I'd fuck you so hard, baby..." Tomas repeated, his voice a low growl now, his hand moving faster under the clothes.

Johnny accelerated his hips into your pussy, opening your thighs wide, you didn't even know where your panties were, as he searched for more and more lustful and hot fiction with the actor's naked cock, while his thick hands dug into your soft skin.

"-Kitten... You're so fucking wet..." Johnny growled, his voice thick with lust. He looked down at your body, the way your pussy glistened under the bathroom lights, how your breasts bounced whenever he thrust into you.

"-I bet you want another cock inside you already, don't you?" Johnny smirked, his balls were hitting your ass at a speed that would leave you raw, drunk on your pussy, his shirt was open and his glasses were crooked, drops of sweat were falling from his forehead, directly onto your skin - did you see a shadow at the door, but he didn't care, nothing mattered at that moment - Cage accelerated his hips into your pussy, opening your thighs wide, you didn't even know where your panties were, as he searched for more and more lustful and hot fiction with the actor's naked cock, while his thick hands dug into your soft skin.

"-Mmmm... fuck yeah, take it all." Tomas murmured, moaning lowly, while biting his lower lip, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, however, his blue eyes still focused on your body jumping with each wild thrust of Cage, while the ninja tried not to moan loudly and get your attention, beg to fuck you too, give you pleasure with Johnny.

Vrbada wanted to be there, inside that bathroom - Johnny, continued to fuck you roughly on the cold marble of the bathroom sink. "-You fucking love it, don't you?" Johnny growled, his voice raspy with lust, as he smiled smugly at you, slamming his dick repeatedly into your wet core.

Tomas watched as Johnny pushed himself deeper into you, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic pace. He could see the look of pure satisfaction on your face, the way your eyes closed and your lips parted slightly.

"-You feel so fucking good... Oh god, yes..." He groaned, his hand moving faster now, his cock throbbing beneath his pants. Tomas murmured quietly, imagining himself between his legs, his tongue tracing the outline of your wetness.

"-I need to be inside you, let me claim you, let me breed you... I want to see that pretty face when I fuck you. The way your eyes roll, the way your lips open..."

You finally felt the unbearable inferno of breaking point, your pussy squeezing Cage's shaft. As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsed in ecstasy. Johnny’s cock pulsed inside you, filling you with his hot release, as your pussy squeezed him tight, milking every drop of his cum. The sensation made you go into a mind-blowing orgasm, your moans of pleasure echoing throughout the penunbral bathroom, screaming your dominator's name there.

Tomas, unable to contain himself any longer, succumbed to his own desires. His hand moved feverishly over his throbbing cock, his grip tight as he followed your lead - The sight of you climaxing, your body shaking with pleasure, sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he released his pent-up desire, hot jets of sperm shot from his pulsing shaft to his hand, moaning your name low and hoarse, he trembled and his muscles tensed from the act - Johnny remained inside you, your breathing ragged as his cock softened inside your satisfied pussy.

Smoke, with his own release diminishing, couldn't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and guilt for giving in to that, the desire to have you was still present in him, he just decided to walk away frustrated, for not having you, a dangerous feeling, that mixed with the dark desires of the lin kuei ninja.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[randomsillyfangirl]

I think I'm liking her more - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Plot: people seems to like y/n more than Pablo, and his teammates joke about how they want y/n just to annoy Pablo

Warning: mention of smut lol and angry/jealous Pablo but nothing crazy

If you do wanna read smut for Pablo, @pablitogavii is a really good writer, for fluff and agnst too.

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Scrolling through your post, Gavi found more and more comments talking about you and how they liked you more than him. It made him smile, that was until training.

At training, his friends started talking about a girl when Gavi walked into the changing rooms. " her little ass, it's hot." one of them said. " such a shame, I'd treat her better than gavi would. Sorry hermano. " another said. Were they serious? Absolutely not. But seeing Gavi get madder and madder was funny to them. He knew they were joking- his friends would never talk about his girlfriend like that.

Pablo was trying to get change and ignored his teammates- until. " damn and I bet she's loud whe- " another teammate started to talk. Pablo couldn't take it, he slammed his locker shut and stormed out of thr changing room yelling, " ¡Callaos hijos de puta! ¡No es gracioso! " (Shut up you sons of bitches! It's not funny!).

Gavi couldn't focus during training, when when his teammates apologized and said that it wasn't cool and that they'll never do it again. But that's not what worried Pablo- he knew that his friends were joking, but your fanboys probably weren't. He read that people wanted to do things to you- things that only he should be able to do and it angered him.

At home, he dumped his things in the living room and went to take a cold shower to calm down, without even saying hey to you. You saw his stuff and decided to put everything away for him, you could tell he was in a bad mood and wanted to make his life a little easier.

In your bedroom, you were changing into for nightware: an over sized barca top with some black legging-shorts. Gavi walked into also ready for bed and smiled, snaking his arms around you. His cold body against your warm one made goosebumps appear on your skin. You smiled, " hola amor. How was training? " you asked him but he nuzzled your neck.

" I don't wanna talk about it.. I just wanna be with you.." he said, starting to kiss your neck. You smiled and nodded, " wanna lay down, I feel like you'll be doing this for awhile.. " you said laughing.

Gavi nodded, picking you up by grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. He placed you on the bed, then towered over you and started kissing again. You closed your eyes and let him.

[taasgirl]

tasteful / jude bellingham pt 4.

summary: england's annual award ceremony! have fun :)))

read part three! here

liked by rioferdy, lionesses, ellatoone, and 329, 203 others england Players are starting to arrive!

user68210 Alessia Russo is picking up EVERYTHING

user02912 beth is looking so fine omg

user58232 if jude bellingham doesn't get anything, i fear i'll die

liked by user10291, judebellingham, user79132, and 6,812 others user56719 Y/N LOOKS SO GOOD I'M SCREAMING AND SCRATCHING THE WALLS WHAT THE FUCK

user01002 she looks so so so good

user79128 Please just one chance omg

user92118 anyone else see the jude like 🤭

user61771 i'd understand if it was an @ england post, but it's literally a fan acc, like what 💀

liked by racheldaly, bukayosaka, ellatoone, and 452, 918 others england Congratulations to our Lions and Lionesses who were awarded tonight!

Best Player - Harry Kane, Y/N L/N Best Attacker - Jude Bellingham, Rachel Daly Best Defence - John Stones, Millie Bright Best Goalkeeper - Jordan Pickford, Mary Earps Best Performance - Y/N L/N (ENG vs SPA WWC)

user81291 BUKAYO SAKA ROBBEDDDD

user62218 y/n is the it girl of football omg

user01192 THIS!

ynusername What an honour 🙏

england Anything for our ⭐girl!

liked by user82923 and 67 others user11521 Y/N crying???? Someone pls go hug her omg...

user72632 i lowkey feel like the pressure is getting to her

user92324 Stop posting this!! Let her have privacy omg

liked by user70293, user52632 and 240 others user88264 paaaaaaathetic @ ynusername stop posing for the photos, and start focusing on football.

user62732 wtf!!! can a girl not even cry anymore without getting hate omfg

user29320 She's just won two big awards and is acting like a child because she didn't win them all. How does anyone like her, she's a total brat.

user82932 how old are you bro?? get a fucking life jeez

view jackgrealish's story

liked by madders, bethanyengland, england, and 547, 827 others judebellingham Beyond proud. Thank you to my teammates, staff, coaches, and anyone who has supported me on this journey. Remember to talk whenever you need help. Love you all x.

marcusrashford Come on my boy

harrykane Young star

england On the rise 📈

liked by racheldaly, declanrice, johnstones, and 53, 823 others katiezelem The after party was a lot less tame then the ceremony... thank you @ ellieroebuck for the pics 😝

ynusername I can't believe I missed this ugh

katiezelem Gives us a week, and we'll go for round two

esmemorgan Can confirm that I can drink martinis quicker than @ jackgrealish

laurnehemp Ok lotte getting it on 🤣

lottewubbenmoy shhhhhhh

As always, let me know if you like this story, and if you want to be tagged in the next part!!

PART 5 WOOOO

@bibissparkles @fashphotolife @hummusxx @notleclerc @alwaysclassyeagle @rikirikiloml

[zaynes-nieve]

Yall there isn't even a new Memoria for this card 😒. What was the point of it. We only get a reused scene???? This is the maddest I've been. I'd only be madder if it wasn't free also everyone saw that skin glitch in the middle of that memory and main story right??? It's not even consistent 😭

[shelandsorcery]

I'm going to start teaching my nephews some basic colour theory; they're 9 and 10 and really passionate artists, and I think a little knowledge now will help them push themselves a lot further.

I'm going to start with colour mixing. I really think that color mixing using paint is a valuable metaphor even if you are working digitally 99% of the time. who knows what my nephews will end up focusing on as they get older, but having the metaphor of mixing paint to achieve different colors and understand how colors relate to each other visually should be a really useful ground level structure in any ongoing learning they do with color theory.

so I've put together a watercolor palette using student grade non-toxic paints. we've got two reds, two yellows, two blues, and burnt sienna.

I'm going to include white gouache as well, so we can talk about tinting colors, and how colors appear different when they are diluted versus tinted. also, honestly when I was their age I think watercolor was really punishing, and just bringing in some white gouache gives them a chance to rework areas if they want to. I'm hoping this makes stuff a little less frustrating and helps them feel more empowered to keep fixing and pushing their work instead of just giving up.

I don't currently have a plan to have black paint in there right now, because I want us to focus on color mixing, but I wouldn't on principal prevent them from having a pan of black paint in future for their own time with the paint. I just think it might be distracting or confusing when I'd rather we focus on mixing neutrals with these colorful pigments.

I've got five Windsor and Newton Cotman brand pans - phthalo blue, lemon yellow, cadmium yellow hue, cadmium red medium hue, and burnt sienna; and the other two pans i filled with van Gogh brand tube paint - ultramarine deep and madder lake deep.

This gets me a decent spread of secondaries without confusing anything by introducing the CMY approach.

I think learning the CMY palette will be valuable too! but it made sense to me to start with palette that most resembled what they are likely to be learning in school in terms of subtractive color mixing. if they do learn about additive color mixing, they'll be working with the cmy palette with light, so I figure I'll let this be different at the moment.

I've included burnt sienna after weighing my options, because I think it's important for them to learn how to neutralize colors in a few different ways. burnt sienna and ultramarine blue are such a classic neutral formula, and such a great way to mix something that's nearly black, that it felt important to include. the fact that when you mix it with the phthalo blue you get a green instead of a neutral, I think that's a really great example of how color mixing can be surprising as well.

I'm working on a couple little example paintings to help them see the range that is possible with this palette, so here's one with greens and purples; I'll do one in neutrals overall and another maybe in oranges and teals.

I think for exercises we might want to work up to the colour wheel - maybe starting first with the basics of mxing using different rations to get different colours, and go from there.

If anyone has any advice on teaching this to 9 and 10 year olds, I'd love to hear it! I think they'll be excited to try something new and open up more possibilities for themselves as artists right now; beyond that I won't be particularly intense about it.

Also, do you remember when you learned paint mixing and basic colour theory? What were some moments that stood out to you or stuck in your mind forever?

[nickfowlerrr]

After the last capital…

I’ve this scenario in my head :

Bucky and you are back to the old habit and arguing about something again… but you stand on the last step of the stairs and he is done with you (he wants to go upstairs to get his phone before he would leave) and pushes you beside but as clumsy as you are, you Trip and fell.

Bucky would be so mad at him self, because you’re hurt because of him again😩😩😩😩

hurt

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not really any? let me know if i need to add something pls! this fic is part of a series, and if you plan on reading it, please, please, please use caution and read all of the warnings!

words: 1.8k

notes: ten thousand years later lol thank you for sending this in! honestly i don't see pwyc!bucky even just lightly shoving reader especially after he made her fall last time lmao he's much more likely to just pick you up and move you out of his way instead but for the sake of the prompt, let's just go with it. &lt;3 i'm on my laptop, so no emojis :(

"Where are you going?" you asked tensely, running around him to block his way to the stairs, the worry in your voice was evident, and even if it hadn't been, you knew he could sense the stress you were feeling. You stood on the last step, not letting him walk up the stairs. "You're not even trying to see things from my perspective," you accused, fully on the defensive.

He was fuming, blue eyes near scorching as he stared you down, jaw set and nostrils flaring. You knew you were edging too far, but you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't let this go without being able to explain.

"How the fuck did you think I'd feel about this?"

You balked.

"I didn't- I, I don't," you fumbled for the right words, for an explanation but deep down you knew the truth. He had every right to be angry and you had no excuse. You knew how he'd feel about it, and that's why you tried to keep it from him.

"I'm not doing this with you right now," he bit out, moving to push past you. You were going to move to give him space to get past, not wanting to upset him anymore than you already had, but as you sidestepped, your socks slide on the wooden step and unsteadied you right when Bucky stepped up. His arm bumping into you when you were already off kilter and slipping on the step had you falling completely.

Your arm flailed out to grab onto the railing, trying to right yourself, but it did more harm than good as your feet slipped off the step. You had turned your body while trying to grab the rail and so instead of your ass hitting the stairs, your hip hit the edge of the step below you hard as you fell with a thud, and your elbow near simultaneously making contact with the step above you in the fall.

It happened in a second, and though he saw you wobbly, Bucky didn't help get you steady before you fell, assuming you'd get your balance. The instant he realized you weren't stopping yourself, it was too late to grab you.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he stormed, madder at himself for letting you fall now than he was about the argument.

"Ow," you huffed under your breath, grabbing your elbow and you sat up on the step, not bothering to look up at him. He was moving before you even registered him getting closer, pulling you up by your arm to stand. You were too embarrassed and maybe a little too scared to meet his eye, rubbing your elbow again when he let go of his hold on your arm.

You could feel his eyes dead set on you but still, you kept yours to the ground, swallowing thickly.

"Bucky, I'm sorry," you apologized, dejected. "My mom stopped asking about my love life a long time ago and I just- I don't know, I never thought to bring it up. It's not something I'm used to sharing-" you tried to explain before he cut you off.

"Stop," Bucky said harshly, your voice dying immediately.

You dared to peek up at him and were met with a torn look in his normally brighter blues. There was anger and hurt, and if you weren't reading into things, you'd say there might be regret, too.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah. I'm fine," you answered, uneasily.

He looked at you a moment longer before he continued up the stairs. You stood there not knowing what to do, considering following him or just leaving him be until he was willing to talk. You didn't come to a decision before he came back down not thirty seconds later. He'd shrugged his jacket on as he came down the steps and your breathing caught in your throat, heart rate picking up. Where was he going?

His narrowed eyes shot to you, and judging by the look you saw there, it was clear he was obviously still upset. "I'm going to the gym."

As he passed you, you grabbed his arm and he stopped on the bottom step you had previously been occupying. You were a step above him, allowing you to be about eye level with him as you meekly met his eye. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when you accepted you shouldn't.

His glare eased up just the slightest as he considered you before he spoke again.

"I'm pissed off," he glowered as he said your name harshly, "I don't need your reasons why, I really don't want to fucking hear it.

I can't be around you right now. We're either going to end up fighting or fucking and either way you're gonna get hurt, because I am pissed the fuck off," he nearly snarled the reiteration. "So we're not doing this right now," he kept walking and you let go of his arm, watching solemnly as he grabbed his keys and headed for the front door.

"I love you," you quavered pathetically as he pulled open the door, stepping outside. He paused just a moment.

"Do you?" he shot you a heartbreaking look as you floundered at his response. Of course you did. He knew that. He felt it, undeniably. But, his words served their purpose. You fucked up and you hurt him. And he wasn't going to just let you off the hook this time and comfort you and tell you all was forgiven. It was the same thing time and time again. He needed you to deal with the fallout, alone, to get you to see that.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he wanted to change his mind, go back inside, or at the very least tell you he loved you, too. But he couldn't.

He meant what he said earlier. He'd already let you get hurt on the stairs when he didn't help you the moment he saw you start to slip, something he never would've let happen if he wasn't so caught up in the anger and hurt swirling around in his head. If he stayed and you fought, he knew he'd say something without thinking and only make matters worse; and even if you didn't fight, he knew he'd be on you in an instant with the pent up emotions he was trying to keep at bay so he didn't go off on you completely. And he couldn't trust himself not to take things too far with you. You'd nearly passed out on him the last time you had anger fueled sex, he could still remember the nasty bruises he hadn't meant to leave you littered all over your skin and how sore you were for the few days after. The orgasms were incredible, but he didn't want to risk injury to you just to release some of the frustration he was feeling. That's what the boxing gym was for.

You'd talk when he got home and was a little more level headed, and hopefully you'd have come to a decision on what you were going to tell your family. He couldn't wrap his head around why you'd never so much as mentioned his name to them in the year since you'd been together. Like he was your dirty little secret, something you were ashamed of. The first few months he could understand, not even taking into consideration that you were soulmates and that should have prompted a quicker reveal to your family, but a whole year? He'd spoken to your sister multiple times when she'd facetime you and the entire time, she had no clue you and him were together. He wanted to know what lies you'd been telling her to avoid admitting the truth, but he knew that'd probably only piss him off more. He needed the time to cool off before he went back and had that conversation with you.

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The door to your room opened gently as you glanced at the time, wanting to gripe about him coming home so late, but knowing you had no right to be the one who was upset tonight. You sat up and turned the bedside lamp on to give him some light. You nibbled your lip as you watched him, his hair was damp and he was dressed in a new change of clothes. He had his gym bag with him as he dropped it heavily by the closet, certainly needing to pack it with a new post workout outfit for the next time he would decide to shower at the gym, like he obviously had tonight.

Probably killing time before he inevitably had to come home to see you. Another flood of guilt and regret rolling through you.

"I told them," you informed him softly, his eyes glancing over to you before he walked toward the bed, his face not betraying whatever it was he was feeling. "And I'm sorry-"

"Shhhh."

You obeyed his wordless request as he climbed into his side of the bed, your eyes intent on his every move.

"I'm exhausted, and I'm not ready to talk about this tonight," he said as he moved the blanket to lay down. "Just come here," he coaxed with a huff, pulling you closer. You were pouting without even realizing it. There was a lot you wanted to say, but you stayed quiet. If he still needed time before he wanted to talk, you had to be okay with that.

As he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into him, having sorely needed his comfort from the second he'd left earlier.

He sighed heavily as he rested his hand on your hip, you winced almost imperceptibly, but of course he caught it. He rubbed at your hip carefully as you laxed into him, his touch soothing.

"I'm sorry I made you fall," he apologized, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"'S not your fault,"

"Me bumping into you is what made you slip,"

"My socks made me slip. Granted, the nudge certainly didn't help, but," you smiled soft and fleeting. "I'm fine. Not your fault."

There was a moment of silence between you then before Bucky broke it.

"I'm still upset at you."

You knew he was, but hearing him say it out loud somehow made your guilt ten times worse. You tried to pull away, wanting to give him space, but he held you tighter. "No, don't," he told you.

You stopped trying and instead buried your head in his chest as he held you. "We'll talk in the morning," he said, and you nodded against him in agreement. He turned the lamp out and when he settled down again, you tilted your head up so your lips were just against his ear.

"I do love you," you whispered before placing a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. You settled against him once again, his arms holding you as your head laid on his chest.

"I know," he said, his hands running up and down your back. "And I love you. Now go to sleep," he rumbled as he fixed the blanket around your bodies, content to rest in your mutual embrace for the night.

You had a lot to discuss come morning.

[notmorbid]

the great believers, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from the great believers by rebecca makkai.

how in hell did you get younger?

you have one of the best faces for concern i've ever seen.

there's absolutely no point to doing poppers at a memorial.

i was never one to finish my homework.

people aren't always looking for ways to hurt you.

where would i even go?

i'm not calling you slick. you're charming like a puppy.

learn to take a compliment.

you're hard to stay mad at, you know.

i'm going to say something terrible, and i don't want you to judge me.

you get afraid of one thing and suddenly, you're afraid of everything.

how is this my life?

i know the circumstances aren't ideal, but it's damn good to see you.

i don't know when on earth you got so spoiled.

i don't want to get my heart broken here.

you've done too much vanishing lately.

i'd look great with a broken nose. admit it.

don't you miss having fun?

i think we have different ideas of fun.

i have some coke in my purse.

when we go upstairs, we can have a party.

you never really 'leave' a cult.

i'm not talking about this to you.

i don't like this. something feels wrong.

some people are just born difficult.

it's nice to know you're alive.

i don't know when i died, but this is my valhalla.

i knew i'd run into you.

save your strength for when you need it, okay?

i like you. i want to be your friend.

tell me the story of your life.

don't talk, okay? i'll talk.

how did all this happen in a week?

belief is a fragile thing.

everyone wants me to be madder than i am.

i don't deserve you.

i got this 'word a day' calendar for christmas.

i'm not looking for advice.

you'd think the doctors would know more.

you don't smoke, do you?

didn't i look fantastic?

things are so often exactly what they seem to be.

we're not terrible people, are we?

what were you afraid i was going to ask?

some people actually feel things.

do you have a cigarette?

tell me about your first.

what? are we bonding?

there's foreplay, and then there's afterplay.

you're being kind of vampiric.

isn't it something you should talk about? to process it?

why am i not crying?

it was all a projection. it was whatever we needed it to be.

i'd probably just cry on you.

is there any chance i could crash at your house tonight?

are you alright? you look like hell.

i really am sorry it turned out this way.

are you being passive aggressive? what is this?

you don't seem okay.

i'm about to pass out.

i want to go to sleep now. can you leave?

i needed to tell someone.

i can't believe you're being this good to me.

to get by in my job, i have to be a certain way.

it's been a long time since i had a day that just cuts your life in two.

i've had days like that. 'before and after' days.

you can stay as long as you need.

i feel like my head is full of oil and vinegar, and somebody's shaking it all up.

isn't whiskey basically medicine?

you'll never know anyone's marriage but your own, and even then, you'll only know half of it.

we were never here.

not everyone wants to be found.

you can sit beside me. it won't kill you.

maybe we're both terrible. maybe we deserve each other.

be gentle, won't you?

i've got it from here.

are you aware that you haven't apologized? has that crossed your mind?

you look like an entirely different person.

if i stayed one more night, do you think that would be okay?

i feel so strongly that you're going to be okay.

[lowercaseangry]

Vampire Diluc. Or is he??

//october thoughts intensify//

(cute thoughts I had about diluc and his vampire features. Mentions of blood and biting of course. it's just fluff and very slight angst.)

❤️🦇❤️

"I've heard it from the maids! He ate that poor animal. Last night!"

"Is he the one who killed all of the flock?"

"have you ever looked into his eyes? I got shivers. They're red as blood."

"that's what I'm telling you. I saw that with my own eyes. Two pointy marks. On his neck"

"He gets out to work before dawn, he stays in the tavern all day, and waits for the sun to set before coming back home... I don't think I need to say more."

"is that why he's so pale?"

"Are you sure the voices aren't a bother?" You asked him, feeling bad.

"No, my love. I've always had voices about me on people's mouths... I promise, I'm used to it". He was smiling, leaning forward to place a soft kiss behind your ear. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

You sighed. He was always so caring. Too caring... Considering what you've done. "But it's my fault and I don't want to see you suffer because of me. You already- you keep me alive... At what cost?"

"Are you trying to discuss business with me? Talking about prices?" He sounded so calm.

"you know what I mean..."

"i've already done the math, love"

Your eyes, red just like his, were following his lips as he talked. Then they focused on his hands, wrapped around your cold ones.

"look at me" he demanded. "Tell me if I'm under your hypnosis"

"no"

"that's right"

His eyes, were permanently red. Since the day you first tasted him.

"My math says that if I pay with a bunch of blood every week I buy more time with the person I love. And most importantly, I keep you alive."

You were defeated. Despite those romantic words, you still felt the guilt tightening your stomach.

"but the fault... My fault. You keep taking my faults"

He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes "shut uuuup"

"No! Why aren't you answering me?"

He lifted his head to look at you.

"cause you're dumb. And I don't talk with dumb people"

He was taking this so lightheartedly and it made you grunt in frustration.

"I'm ruining your life"

"no you're not"

"yes I am"

"ugh" Diluc took a deep breath. He was looking so annoyed by you, which made you even madder. He was getting angry even. You saw him clench his first and then stretch his finger. He pointed his index at your face.

"do you have an idea of what I'd do for your blood sucker ass?"

"ruin your life apparently" the words came out sharp in sarcasm. Which made him laugh in an even colder "ha-ha".

He was glaring at you. Then he sighed. His finger dropped with his shoulders, almost like he was melting. His forehead dropped on your shoulder.

"I'd ruin my whole life. Yes. I'd ruin it, just-" his voice got muffled as he pressed his nose into your neck "i don't wanna lose you"

Those words hit straight into your heart. It's wrong. What he's saying its wrong. But so true for him. Your fingers interlocked with his hair.

"you won't lose me. But it'd be better if you didn't hide your struggle from me. Especially the ones that are... My fault."

"okay"

"I want to help you"

"i know"

"if there's something I can do I want to do it. Whatever. Really"

He lifted his head. He looked into your eyes. A little smirk on his face.

"can you eat that damn cat that keeps stealing the grapes"

"what?!"