#this one was in the notes app for a bit time to release it onto the weary world

[pealeii]

attend the tale of His Tits

[strawberri-blonde]

Yours to Command - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you don’t tolerate disrespect towards your betrothed and in return he shows you how much he appreciates it.

Warning: smuttttt also I used an app for the Valyrian so if it’s wrong my bad.

Masterlist

“He’s nothing but a bastard-.” The Lord couldn’t even finish his sentence as you drew your sword, crafted from the finest steel, and slashed him across the face from ear to lip.

The room erupted in gasps of horror and surprise as you cut into the man’s flesh. The Lord had been boasting to your stepmother, Queen Rhaenyra, and your father, Daemon, about how you should marry his eldest son, dismissing Jacaerys as an option because of his infamous brown hair. What the Lord didn’t know was that you loved Jacaerys' distinguished curls and his soft brown eyes.

“Watch your tongue as you speak of my betrothed.” Your sharp words echoed throughout the large hall as crimson dripped onto the floor and you approached the fear-stricken man. “For not only is he someone I hold dear to my heart, but he is also your Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and wields a sword better than I.”

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Queen Rhaenyra’s voice cut through your enraged fog, and you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist.

You leaned into Jace’s grasp and turned to the queen, who didn’t look angry. Her eyes had a smugness to them, but her face remained professional. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his smirk, proud of his eldest daughter.

“My queen, I hold you in the highest respect,” you announced, bowing your head to her, then turned back to the crowd of men. “But I don’t tolerate disrespect towards my beloved.” Your eyes narrowed like a viper's with a sharp tongue. “Let this fool be my last warning to you all. As his wound scars over, I want you all to see what the least I can do, because next time I’ll take a note from my father's book and let you keep your tongue.”

The room remained still and quiet as you made sure to look every person in the eye, asserting your seriousness. “Jacaerys, please take your betrothed to her chambers, and we’ll discuss her actions,” she spoke mainly to you, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she wasn’t mad. She was proud that someone stood up for her firstborn.

Jace pressed you against his front, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his scent washing over you and soothing your rage. “Come, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice calming you, though your hard exterior remained unmoved. Keeping a death stare fixed on the bloody face of the Lord, you allowed Jace to lead you out of the council chamber with a gentle hand on your lower back.

As you both walked down the hallway, silence enveloped you, broken only by the clicking of your shoes against the stone floor. Finally, you let out a loud sigh, releasing your frustrations, and glanced up at Jace, who was walking to your right. His attention was already on you, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was used to your angry outbursts, especially since he knew he was one of the few (besides your late mother) who could calm you.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly as you both continued the long walk to your wing where your and your sisters' rooms were. “I know you can handle it yourself.” Your blood boiled as you thought of the way the older men looked at him, trying to offer their puny excuse of sons your way. “If I offended you, I apologize.”

A chuckle escaped from the Prince's mouth, making you pause in your step. With quick movements, Jace gently pushed you against the wall between two columns and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You gasped, and he bit down on your parted bottom lip. “Please never apologize for caring for me,” he murmured, his lips barely leaving yours as his eyes bore into your own. “It doesn’t offend me knowing I have a strong woman by my side, willing to cut anyone down for speaking ill of my name.” Jace kissed you again, and you pressed your hands on his chest, gripping the black tunic with gold embroidery sewn into the fabric.

He pulled away to mumble, “I’m proud to be yours. And I can’t wait until you’re my wife.” His words made you melt like butter because you couldn’t wait either. You smiled up at him with sultry eyes.

“I can’t wait to call you husband.” Jace smiled brightly, pressing you back in for a kiss, making both of you smile into the act like grinning fools.

The kiss brought on a sense of excitement that sent chills down your spine, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped your lips when his hands began to caress your waist.

Hearing your soft moans, Jacaerys dragged his tongue along your full bottom lip, making you part your mouth and allowing his tongue to slip in. Your moans grew embarrassingly louder, but they only drove the prince to kiss you harder.

His hands lowered to your hips, and without warning, he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. Your dress slid up to your thighs, allowing you to lock your ankles together, pulling him close until his groin matched your own. The stone wall was cold against your back, but with your betrothed pressing you against his hard, hot body, you had no complaints. Instead, you arched your back, making his stiffness rub against your core, leaving you craving more of this. More of him.

You could feel Jacaerys breath catch in his throat at the feeling of your body against his, and a small growl escaped his lips as his hips began to grind into yours, and his grip on your hips tightened as his eyes met yours, filled with desire.

“Y/n…we shouldn’t be doing this,” He murmured, but his body continued to betray his words, pressing against you more firmly. “Anyone could see us…”

You slipped a hand behind his head as heat pool in your abdomen and you tugged on his curls making his close his eyes in a short bliss. Your lips curled as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth bucking your hips to add friction while your mouth trailed down to his neck pressing mouth open kissed to his pearly skin. “Ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon skoros nykeā sīr called bastard iksos capable hen.” Let them see what a so called bastard is capable of.

A low, almost guttural growl escaped from the Prince’s lips. “Hang va issa, beloved.” Jace secured his grip on you while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, fists clinging to his curls for dear life. “Open,” he commanded. If it were anyone but him or the queen, you would’ve laughed in their face, but for Jacaerys, you’d gladly walk off a cliff if he so desired. Hang on my beloved.

"I'm yours to command, my prince," you responded, your voice low and breathless. You parted your lips, but Jace couldn't help himself and pressed his open mouth to yours. With one hand, he raised your dress higher, his fingers slightly grazing your covered heat before ripping your stockings and excusing your cotton underwear.

When he pulled away, you immediately whimpered but were silenced by his pointer and middle finger shoving their way into your mouth. Your eyes widened at first, but as his brown eyes bore into yours, you began to suck his digits and even swirled your tongue around them. "By the gods, you’re perfect," he began. "And you’re all mine."

He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, making sure to caress your bottom lip. With haste, he reached under your bunched-up fabric to tease you slightly by gliding his soaked fingers against the already wet fabric of your undergarments.

"My Prince, please." Jace kissed your lips, hushing you as he pulled your coverings aside and pressed against your mound, sliding into your slick folds. He caressed you up and down, teasing your clit down to your entrance. "Gods."

Your head tilted back, hitting the stone wall in ecstasy as his rough fingers began to circle around your pearl. This wasn’t the first time Jace had touched you there. You both hadn’t been all that patient with waiting until you were wed, but as the honorable gentleman that he is, you hadn’t consummated anything because Jace really wanted to wait until the wedding night. However, that didn’t stop you both from getting your pleasure from other things. If it were up to you, the dragon rider would’ve already had the best ride of his life.

"Jace." You moaned out as he began the motion of figure eights, making your legs shake in delight.

"I love you like this, Princess." His hot breath hit your face as he leaned over you and kissed your parted lips. "When we wed, I plan on taking you in every nook and corner of this palace until you're full of my seed." Your cunt pooled at his words, and Jace could feel how wet you were becoming by the slushing sound his fingers made against your throbbing nerve. "You want that, my beloved?"

Loud moans spilled from your swollen lips as you helplessly nodded, knowing that if you didn’t respond in some way, he’d stop. “Yes,” you managed to get out as your abdomen tightened and your breath hitched, feeling that familiar, eye-blinding sensation start to form. “I can’t wait to be full of your children, letting everyone know what you did to me.” Jace kissed down your neck and sucked on that one spot that made you weak in the knees. “And I want them all to know how much I liked it.”

The prince sucked harder, and without realizing it, you began to yank at his curls, making his desire burn more intensely, especially as your moans increased and became shorter, signaling your very close end. “Cum syt issa, issa jorrāelagon milk issa fingers rūsīr aōha sweetness nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao withering isse pleasure.” Cum for me, my love milk my fingers with your sweetness I want to see you withering in pleasure.

As his fingers continued their steady pace, rubbing against your clit, and his mouth worked against your neck, your body tensed in delight as your orgasm washed over you like a dragon's fire. No words left your parted lips, and you were grateful that Jace pressed his against yours in a kiss, because after that intense pleasure, you just wanted to be engulfed by nothing but him.

"I love you," you whimpered, making his boyish grin return to his face as he slightly pulled his head back to look at you. His hand slipped out from your undergarments, and he pulled your dress back down to cover your exposed thighs, keeping your skin hidden from view.

He sucked his fingers clean before he spoke. “Issa prūmia exists outside issa chest kesrio syt nyke’ve given ziry naejot ao se moment nyke tegon issa laesi va ao.” The brightest smile spread across your face, and as the two of you kissed, engrossed in the love surrounding you, someone clearing their throat made you both pull away like two deer caught by dogs. My heart exists outside my chest because I’ve given it to you the moment I land my eyes on you.

“Aōha valyrīha emagon gotten rōvēgrior, nephew.” Jace's face turned crimson from embarrassment, unlike the oversized pig of a man who had insulted him earlier, whose face was red with blood. Your Valyrian has gotten excellent, nephew.

You glared at your father, Daemon, as the prince carefully set you back on your feet and stood in front of you, nudging you behind him, between the columns. "But could you not corrupt my daughter before the wedding ceremony?" His knowing smirk could be seen over your beloved's shoulder, and he stood tall with his hands laced in front of him.

“Daemon-“ Jace began but your father raised a hand to stop him.

"Please just take her to her chambers before the Queen decides not to marry you a week from today." This news had you clenching Jace's hand, and he smiled down at you because the date hadn't been set yet. "And act surprised when she announces the news to you both, and please, no public displays of your love at least until after the wedding." Daemon shot them a sinful grin before nodding them off and walking past them.

"A week," you whispered with excitement, pulling Jacaerys into a loving kiss, which he returned with just as much enthusiasm. He grabbed your waist, began to pull you from the wall, and spun you around, making both of you laugh with joy.

Hoped you all enjoyed it’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I’m in my Jace era and I’m truthfully scared to be in it because I know my hearts going to be ripped out of my chest.

~ Caroline

[cute-n-curious]

Monster Dating App [3]: Shark Man

[Author's note: *puts on nerdy glasses* did you know that sharks have 2 dicks called "claspers"? Now you do! This is a follow-on from the "first date" in part 1 and part 2. If you don't want to read them, that's ok! You just need to know you've downloaded an amazing app that sends you monsters to fuck and after a super hot first date, you're moving onto your second...]

The "surprise me" option in the app had delivered for you in a big way, but now that you have a better sense of what you like, maybe you could increase your chances of encountering your first date (or something like him) again if you got a little more specific. You find an "advance options" page in the app settings menu and after scrolling through the seemingly endless drop-down list of bizarre and explicit options, you settled on the ones that got closest to what had done it for you last time.

✓ Limbs - Elongated ✓ Phallus - Multiple

Whoever the mysterious and intrusive spies behind the app were, they work fast. Or perhaps there are just a lot more horny monsters out there than any of us might guess, queuing up around the block for willing humans to request them. That very afternoon, the ping came in for a suitable date being lined up. He would come to your apartment tomorrow night at 8pm. Your habitual politeness had you thinking about what food to serve and what options to have ready on your TV, but the cynic in you was already starting to feel transactional, and knew that if you liked the look of what walked through your door, you'd want to get to the good stuff a lot quicker than you did the first time…

Your heart jump to your throat when the buzz comes over the intercom, and you tingle with anticipation while waiting for the knock on your apartment door. You had dressed yourself with a little more… purpose, this time. Despite the broadly cool weather outside, you've elected to wear a cute, summery short-cut dress, that affords easy access to the provocative skimpy underwear beneath. You're developing a bit of a one-track mind for these non-human dates, but as your friends many and varied experiences attest, the beastly boys aren't likely to complain about not being wined and dined enough before being invited into an eager human pussy.

You take a deep breath and open the door, surprised at once by the height of your visitor. Looming in the doorway with a stature befitting an amateur basketball league star, stands a blank-faced, light-brown skinned man. You stifle a reflexive laugh at his outfit, a full-length overcoat with an ill-fitting wide-brimmed hat. The only way he could scream "obvious disguise" more loudly would be with a pair of black sunglasses and a Groucho Marx mustache. You half expect him to reveal himself as a Ninja Turtle under there, but he seems far too lean to be hiding a shell.

"Nice to meet you," he rasps, with a voice clearly ill-accustomed to convincing human speech. He sounds half like he's drowning, or is just recovering from an asthma attack.

"Please, come in" you invite him, gesturing towards your couch and closing and locking the door behind him. Feeling emboldened, like a seasoned pro, after the prodigious one monster date you have under your belt, you follow up with, "feel free to take anything off if it makes you more comfortable. You look a bit stifled under all of that."

His blank face doesn't smile, but you see a release of tension in his broad shoulders as he reaches up to remove his hat. To your surprise, the face, ears and neck move with the hat as he peels the mask down and forward, revealing his true face beneath. Smooth dark-grey skin with flecks of shining blue, fin-like ridges over the top of his scalp, large doll-like eyes that reflect the surrounding room like black mirrors, and teeth. Row after row of triangular teeth.

With a broad gesture, he pulls the trench coat open and aside, the appearance of pant-legs and shoes pulling loose like the tear-away pants worn by strippers. To say he has a swimmer's body wouldn't do it justice, because he was clearly primarily aquatic, and now completely unclothed. Standing in your living room is the sleek, glistening nude body of what you could only describe as a shark-man. Your thoughts flood with the unsettlingly erotic scenes of the Oscar-winning film The Shape of Water, but your guest is far smoother than the frilly, scaly lover from that movie. And far less PG-13.

Your eyes are immediately drown down towards his crotch, where for a moment, you think your musing of the Groucho Marx mustache has come true. Handing down from the front of his pelvis are two pinkish-tinged prongs, angling out like an upside-down "V", perfectly symmetrical and at least 7 inches long each. You bite your lips with mixed feelings, drinking in the sight of him. He met the requirements, his arms and legs were abnormally long and powerful-looking, by human standards, and if those long things were his version of dicks, well, there was certainly more than one. But you can't help but compare him in your mind with your first date, the shifting unsettling presence whose limbs spindled out and filled the whole room, whose bristling cocks looked like a miniature army taking formation to conquer your pussy… Compared to him, this date just looked like, well, a guy. A guy who is also a shark, you suppose, powerful and exotic, but still very clearly made of solid flesh with discrete possibilities. And of course, your first date didn't smell powerfully of salty fish…

There is an endearing vulnerability to this massive, clearly dangerous male, standing unsure and completely exposed in front of you, while you remain fully clothed and casual. Habituating a bit to the smell, and shifting your expectations slightly, his predatory angles inspire a predatory approach in you, as you step forward swaying your hips, testing the waters on a very direct solicitation.

"I didn't realise you'd be completely naked under your disguise. Not that I'm complaining, you're clearly quite the specimen, all exposed like that… but I don't want you to feel like you're at a disadvantage, would you like me to take off my outer layers to match you?"

His true face is more expressive than the mask, but still hard to read. It seems to take him a moment to compute your offer, before his toothy mouth widens in a knowing smile and he nods his head eagerly. Deciding to be a little playful, you reach behind your back and unclip your strapless bra, causing it to fall unceremoniously out of the open bottom of your dress to the floor. You then hike your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, and slide them to the ground in a single smooth motion. Then, stepping a bit closer to him for the grand reveal, you then peel down the shoulder straps of your dress and shimmy your body, letting it fall to the ground in a circle at your feet.

His black, glossy eyes drink in the shape of your breasts and hips. He has no obvious pupils, but you can tell he's paying close attention to the inner lines of your thighs and fuzzy little mound of your crotch. His eyes are so reflective, you see your own nude form distorted like a funhouse mirror as he glances around, stepping closer, the fish-eye bulging making your tits look huge and round when he peers back and forth between them.

You feel an electric jolt of excitement in your clit as the two phallic prongs on the front of his pelvic immediately begin to react in that characteristically male way. Blood surges into them, causing them to plump and flush, and much to your relief, they twitch and begin to arc upwards, starting to resemble to large oddly coloured vibrators pointing straight out at you. Fuck they're big, each one of them at least an inch longer than the biggest cock you have ever taken inside you, though they tapered to thin points at the ends, and were overall not so thick as to be frightening.

The heat has risen up inside you now. Your doubts over the questionable smell evaporating as you imagine fucking those magnificent dicks. Thinking back to your first monster date, shit, maybe they're thin enough that you could stretch yourself to the absolute limit taking both of them in your pussy at once…

Emboldened, you step forward. You reach out to wrap each of your hands around the two impressive penises jutting towards you, while he extends out his long slick arms to grasp your shoulder and cup your ass cheeks. This feels so fucking hot, right up to the jolting moment when you make contact…

Suddenly, its not so hot. In fact, it's cold. Jarring against your lusty expectations, both of his bulging dicks are surprisingly cool to the touch, like the top of a glass countertop in a temperate room. You jolt as his big hand wraps around the flesh of your ass, because its even colder, like stepping into a shower before giving the hot water enough time to clear the pipes.

You tremble in his arms, cringing, and he pulls you closer to him, his long cool dick tips grazing up your abdomen and poking sharply at the undersides of your breasts. The gill slits on his neck flare as his lust is clearly mounting, grinding himself against you and absorbing some of your heat. This doesn't feel great, its borderline uncomfortable, but as his long fingers slide along your ass crack and graze your wet labia with their cool tips, you bite your lip and find your resolve. You've put up with worse from men before, in exchange for frankly less impressing bodies and manhoods. He can't help being a walking fish, and it would be downright rude to not at least let him try to warm up those lengthy motherfuckers inside your hot pussy. Then again, maybe hot pussy feels weird to him? Only one way to find out…

He seems to pick up on your decision, and with a grunt that sounds like a baritone echo of the sea, he hoists you up in his arms. It's surprisingly easy for him, his grip firm and his arms as strong as steel cables. He's not a creature of romance, it seems, but rather one of utility and urgency. You wrap your legs around his waist and guide his right cock to your pussy, the tip of it nudging against your clit. You feel a moment's hesitation as the coldness of it meets your heat, but then he thrusts inside you, filling you up with his alien presence. You gasp, not from the cold anymore, but from the sheer size of it.

The first few strokes are slow and careful, as if he's afraid of breaking you, but you're already slick from thinking about it all day. He quickly picks up the pace, his long cock sliding in and out of you, hitting places you didn't know existed. You moan, the sound coming out of you like a siren's call to the deep sea. He responds in kind, his strokes becoming more confident as he watches your face contort with pleasure.

You're getting close to cumming, the sheer gratifying force of him dropping you onto his big cock slightly offset by the twinges of discomfort you feel in the back-wall of your pussy at full penetration. His cock is pointier than you would prefer, but those little flashes of pain are not so bad as to undermine your building orgasm.

But just as you're about to reach the edge, he surprises you by lifting you high off his dick, high enough that your crotch hovers in front of his face, and you worry for a moment that he is going to put that woodchipper of a mouth straight onto your sensitive womanhood. But as he lowers you back down again, you feel a cool penis tip probe against your labia, and realise that he is switching dicks to his left member. Perhaps he was getting too close to cumming himself, perhaps his leftie was just aching with neglect, but he begins the process with renewed vigour, and it takes some time for your insides to re-warm the new cock to the level of comfort you had reached with the first. You can't help but think, the dick-switches on your first date were a lot hotter than this…

For minutes more, he bounces you effortlessly up and down in his powerful arms, using your body like a fleshlight to stimulate his lengthy cock. It's strangely arousing, being used like this, to be taken aggressively, but you yearn to reach down far enough to his second cock and align it vertically to graze over your clit while he fucks you. That's how your first date did it. God he was good.

You feel him starting to slow his thrusts and lift you a bit higher, clearly preparing to buy himself more time by switching penises again. This must be his signature move with humans. But once again, you were nearing a fairly compromised but intense orgasm, and you would be damned if you're going to be denied and reset two times in a row!

As he angles to shift back to his right penis, you reach down and grab the second cock, guiding it into your pussy alongside the first. He seems surprised, almost alarmed in his fish-like face, but doesn't resist, letting you take charge. You're feeling desperately horny, but perhaps your pussy has bitten off more than it can chew this time.

You've never felt anything so… much, before. It stretches you wide, and you feel like you're being split in two, but it's also incredible, like nothing you've ever experienced. The mass of the two oversized dicks, sandwiched against each other, produce a more uniform thickness that relieves the prodding feeling at the back of your pussy. This was it, all bets were off, you are stretched out around everything this powerful beast has to offer, and you're not going to stop riding until you burst. You moan loudly, beg him to go harder, faster, and he does, his hips bucking against yours, his hunching grey thighs making loud wet smacks as they collide with your ass, plunging up and down again and again, as he fucks you to the limit with both of his immense cocks.

You can feel your orgasm building again, crackling and intense this time, the pressure inside you reaching unbearable levels. You dig your nails into his back, scratching at the tough skin, and he responds by squeezing your ass even harder, pushing deeper into you. The sheer pressure hammering into your back walls sends you over the edge, and you cum with a scream that echoes through your apartment. You can feel his cocks pulsing inside you, and he joins you in your release, shuddering and stumbling slightly as he's filling you up with his cum.

As you come down from your high, you realize that he's done. His impressive cocks shrink away, retreating from your body and resuming their original positions, flopping down against his thighs like a drooping pelvic mustache. He carefully sets you down, and you realize he's been watching you the entire time, his eyes unblinking and curious. You can't help but feel a little disappointed. It was intense, sure, but it wasn't… perfect. Not like that first time. God, this poor shark-man just finished fucking you more aggressively with a bigger (collective) dick than you'd ever experienced, yet here you are looking at him like he doesn't quite measure up. Not to the walking mass of shifting pleasures the app had sent you the first time.

Remembering how the app had registered that fateful first encounter, your mind starts racing in disastrous directions as you feel his copious cum running down the insides of your shaky thighs.

"Shit, fuck, um, my profile says 'no breeding', uh… Are you going to get in trouble for cumming inside me?" You ask him, while he bends down casually to scoop up his comical human disguise.

He shakes his head, the human-like gesture oddly endearing on his shark-like face. "I can't make babies with humans," he says, his voice still that same strained rasp. "This is fun, only." He offers that goofy, knife-filled smile.

He starts to get dressed, having to align his floppy cocks so that one is distributed into each pant leg. You can't help but grin to yourself at the awkwardness of it as you sit naked on your cough, still coming down from your hard-earned orgasm.

You watch him, honestly feeling a little sad that it's already over. It was a decent fuck, hell, in the same ballpark as the best human lovers you'd ever had. But it wasn't earth-shattering like the first time. You can't help but compare your two monstrous app hookups, and this statuesque shark-man just comes up short, big dicks and all. Your first date had been a force of nature, a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation. This guy, well, however exotic his frame and powerful his thrusts… he's just a guy. A guy with a couple of really big, really cold dicks, but a guy nonetheless.

As he leaves, you find yourself reclining back on your couch, naked and moist, your thoughts drifting back to that first date for the hundredth time. You remember those hands all over you, more than you could count by feel. You remember those hot cocks, hammering through you and pumping you full of cum again and again like a phallic machine gun. You remember his handsome face and the taste of his lips, so kissable in the absence of rows of triangular teeth… You find your hands sliding down your flanks and over your thighs, and before you know it you're fingering your well-fucked pussy. Your head swims with memories of that first date, again, and you cum even harder than you did impaled on the aquatic member that just stretched you to your limit as you finger yourself to orgasm. Fuck, what is wrong with you, you are obsessed with someone you can't even find anymore. You want the monster who made you feel alive, who made you feel like you were drowning in an ocean of pleasure. You want the one who didn't just take you to the edge, but threw you over it and watched you fall into the abyss. This can't be healthy…

Your lust fading into lazy pensiveness, you lift your juiced up fingers to your lips and taste them, and immediately seize up. Right, you're full of shark cum, and God does it taste like it… Pungent, fishy, overwhelmingly salty… With renewed energy, you leap to your feet and jog to your bathroom, twisting the knobs of the shower so hard you're worried you'll break them. You scrub yourself clean, trying to erase the lingering odour of your deep-sea deep-dicking. The memory, you are sure you will cherish, but if your apartment still smells like this tomorrow, you're going to have to black-list aquatic monsters on the app doing forward.

How did your friend throw herself so fully into these bizarre varieties of paramours? Sure, it was big and weird and new, but it wasn't what you wanted. It wasn't what you needed. You fill your mouth with mouthwash and spit into the shower drain, trying to get rid of the taste, and pick up your toothbrush to apply a ferocious scrubbing that would make your dentist proud.

"That's why Shape of Water won the Oscar" you muse aloud to yourself. "You can't smell through a movie screen."

[Next part released.]

[beenbaanbuun]

comfort human w/ yeosang

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Everything felt bad

You couldnt really describe it any other way. The way the rain pounded against your window in a way that was so repetitive it hurt your head was bad. The way the usually soft wool of your cardigan rubbed the same spot on your arm over and over and over again was bad. The way your socks constricted your toes was bad.

You would smell the meal you’d cooked earlier, the smell making you want to gag. You’d tried disguising it with a candle, but the sweet scent mixed with the crackle of the wick was enough to make you put it out after just a few minutes. You were left with an even worse mixture of burnt candle and meat and you wanted more than to plug your nose.

If you could, you would simply live in a vacuum. There would be no input from the outside world. Nothing but silence and pressure and the sweet nothingness that would come with being alone… truly alone.

Of course, that wasnt feasible. You didn't know where to find a room where ‘nothing’ existed and so you were left in this limbo where you felt too uncomfortable to exist yet you couldnt do anything about it. You were stuck, living a life that you simply couldn’t live without wanting to tear every folicle of hair from your head.

You recalled having a conversation with your boyfriend about it the first time he ever found you in this state. Yeosang had been nothing but kind, as he usually was, and had sat and listened to you complain about everything for what felt like hours. He didn't say anything, just let you talk and cry and release every negative emotion you had about, well, everything onto him.

He claimed to not know how to help the first time it happened, but him being there was enough. He didnt speak, didnt touch, but you knew he was there and that seemed to make life seem just a little bit easier.

The second time it happened around him, it turned out he’d done his research. Overstimulation was what he called it, and he pulled up his notes app on his phone to show you a long list of things that might help. He let you look through it, picking and choosing the ones you thought might make you feel a little better. Yeosang let you know with a kind smile that if they didnt work then you’d never have to do them again if you didnt want to.

By the end of that evening, there was a smile on your face and the sound of the cars passing by outside no longer made your teeth ache.

In the end, you’d decided that it was Yeosang that helped the most. As long as he was there with his familiar scent and comforting warmth, there was nothing that could truly bother you. That’s what made this all the more difficult.

Yeosang was home right now, with his members at their dorm, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes he was half the world away and you had to navigate this whole thing by yourself. Of course, your insanely methodical boyfriend had come up with a system to help when he couldnt be with you - a weighted blanket sprayed with his cologne. You had to admit, it helped a little, but nothing could compare to having him by your side. Nothing made you feel as good as when Yeosang was lying next to you.

Tonight, the blanket wasn't working at all. You’d pulled it on top of yourself in the hope that you wouldn’t have to disrupt the games night Yeosang was having with his members. Perhaps it was the fact you knew he was so close that was making it feel worse. Why should you settle for a blanket when your boyfriend was nothing more than a 10 minute drive away from you?

It was selfish, you told yourself. Yeosang didn't exist for the sole purpose of making you feel better. He had his own life outside of your meltdowns, and he’d been so excited for this games night for so long. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you interupted that.

So you lay there, a pillow grasped tightly around your ears to try and block out the sound of the rain. You were naked, having removed any fabric that might irritate your sticky skin. The blanket was pulled up to your neck,and if it werent for the worry of suffocating yourself, you wouldve had it over your head. All the lights were off and your phone was lay face down on your nightstand. It wasnt anything close to the vacuum that you truly desired, but it was as close as you would get.

So you lay there, everything hurting as you tried to block out the world around you. It wasnt really working but you had to try. You had to-

Your phone rang out through the dark room. It was on do not disturb, but there was still one person you’d allowed to bypass it. Yeosang was calling you.

Your body jolted as you sprung up, desperately feeling around for your phone in the dark room. Your hand eventually found the vibrating object and you turned it towards you. The bright light made you flinch, but you ignored it, desperate to hear your boyfriends voice.

“Baby?” He breathed out as soon as you accepted the call. He sounded panicked, and your mind began to spin. What could’ve happened to make him ring you in such a frantic state?

“Yeosang,” you responded, voice quiet, “is everything okay?”

Your boyfriedn breathed out what you assumed was a sigh of relief.

“Thank God you're okay,” he said, “I’ve been texting you for hours but you hadnt responded. I just needed to know that everything was okay.”

‘Selfish,’ your mind told you. ‘You made him worry about you just because the rain was too loud? You’re a bad girlfriend.’

“Sorry, Yeosang,” you replied, “I just fell asleep.”

He sighed into the phone and you could tell he didn't believe you. Fuck. Now he knew you were lying to him. Trust you to make everything worse.

“Baby,” he grabbed your attention, “I’m going to ask you how you are, and you’re going to tell me the truth, okay? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

And you knew that. You could always tell Yeosang anything, but that didn't mean you should. It didn't mean that you weren't being selfish when he inevitably left the games night to comfort you instead. You wished there was a way out of this whole thing, but there wasn't.

“I’m not good,” you said. It was the truth, plain and simple, and you knew Yeosang would appreciate that, even if it only made the self-resentment that had been building within you, grow. “I just - I feel really bad, Sangie.”

Silence. Thats all you could hear. You had to assume that he’d muted the call on his side since he hadn't ended it. You wanted to know why, your eyes watering at the thought of what he might be saying to his members behind your back. It was just the anxiety talking, you reminded yourself. It didn't help.

The first thing you heard when he unmuted it was the jingling of car keys ahnd him saying one last goodbye to his members. There was a chorus of ‘goodbye’s back and then the door shut.

“I’m going to stay on the line with you, okay?” You hummed an affirmation. “I know that if I dont then you’ll somehow manage to convince yourself that you’re the devil incarnate, and I cant have my angel thinking that about themself, can I?”

“You really don’t have to,” you whimper, not wanting to inconvenience him any further.

“Oh shush,” he grumbles as his engine roars to life, “you know I'd give the world for you.”

[fawnme1]

THE SOFTEST THING — WILLNE

CHAPTER NINE

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It happened on a Thursday.

No promo. No pre-save link. No dramatic Instagram teaser. Just one tweet.

@youruser: surpirse. “half of me” is out now.

No one had known. Not even your manager, until the day before. You’d written and produced the whole thing quietly over the last few months, late nights in the studio alone, with your notes app full of lyrics you weren’t sure you’d ever share. It wasn’t a “radio single” or anything catchy for TikTok trends — it was raw, slow, haunting in parts, and vulnerable in a way that felt just for you.

And maybe, deep down, just a little bit about him.

The response online was immediate. Fans freaked out, calling it your best work yet. Threads popped up within an hour dissecting the lyrics:

“you laugh like i’m still yours / but never ask if i’m okay?”

“i was whole when i met you / now i’m split into stories”

“half of me is brave / the other half still waits”

The theories took off. Some thought it was about your five-year dry spell. Others swore it had to be about Will. The timing. The recent Sidemen video. The way you looked at him when you thought no one else was watching.

But none of that mattered as much as the texts that started rolling in from the group chat.

Joe: ARE YOU JOKING RIGHT???

“half of me” ???? HELLO?????

how did you not tell me you were releasing THIS???

Alfie: not me tearing up in tesco listening to the bridge

actual violation that you didn’t even give us a heads up

You smiled at your phone, watching the messages pour in as you lay in your bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. You hadn’t responded yet. You weren’t sure what to say.

You didn’t expect it to feel this vulnerable. But it did. Even more than posting about Will. Even more than the Sidemen teasing you on camera. This was you, without the edits or the banter or the sarcasm. This was everything you’d felt in quiet moments poured into three minutes and twenty-six seconds.

Your phone buzzed again.

Will: just listened

its beautiful

are you okay?

You stared at the message a little longer than the others. Not because of what he said — but how he said it. No joke. No emoji. Just… him. Honest.

You replied a minute later.

You: yeah. i think i am now

You closed your phone and set it aside, letting yourself sit in the moment. Outside your window, the city was its usual mess of lights and motion, but inside, things felt still.

You didn’t release “half of me” to get attention. You didn’t release it to confirm any fan theories. You just wanted to let something go. And now that it was out there — floating in the world, being felt by other people — maybe that was enough.

Maybe this was what moving on felt like. Or maybe it was what opening up again looked like. Either way, it felt like a start.

By Friday morning, “half of me” was trending on Twitter. Your DMs were a mess, and your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with reactions from friends, fans, and random celebrities reposting it to their stories with the classic “who hurt her??” captions.

Joe and Alfie, meanwhile, had declared war.

You hadn’t seen them since the drop — which was by design. You needed 24 hours of silence to process the chaos. But that peace didn’t last long. By Saturday, they were both standing outside your flat with takeaway and smug grins, already mid-conversation when you opened the door.

“She’s alive!” Joe said, dramatically bowing as he walked past you and into your living room like he owned the place. “And emotionally unwell, based on that little musical breakdown you dropped on us.”

Alfie followed behind, holding up a coffee and shoving it into your hand. “We’re staging a wellness check. And also bullying you, obviously.”

You blinked, still in your hoodie and fluffy socks. “I literally told you I was fine.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell us you were in your Taylor Swift era of lyrical destruction,” Joe replied, flopping onto your sofa. “What was that bridge? Did someone ghostwrite that? Be honest. That was pain. That was cinematic heartbreak.”

“It’s not even about anyone specifically!” you defended, though it sounded weak even to you.

Alfie narrowed his eyes. “Mmm. Is it not? Because I’ve seen you say ‘I’m fine’ while looking like you were moments away from dropping a surprise album. And then this comes out?”

Joe leaned over dramatically. “I’m just saying, if I had writeen ‘half of me is brave / the other half still waits.’ I’d be charging people for therapy via merch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, dropping onto the chair across from them, your coffee warming your hands. “Okay, first of all, thats’s a great merch idea. Second — I didn’t want the whole build-up things. I just… needed it out.”

Alfie gave you a rare soft look, one that slipped through the sarcasm. “Well, it’s out. And people are obsessed, Y/N. Even Will posted it.”

Your eyes flicked up. “He did?”

Joe’s face split into a wide grin. “Ohhh, don’t act like you didn’t see. Man posted it to his story with the sad face emoji. Sad face, bro. That’s how you know it’s real.”

You tried to suppress your smile, and failed. “It’s not about him.”

“Sure,” Alfie said, sipping his drink. “Just like Joe’s boxing career isn’t about being dramtic. It’s okay. We get it.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing a cushion at him. “You lot are impossible.”

Joe caught the pillow mid-air. “We’re just emotionally literate, thank you. And proud. No joke, Y/N — that song’s insane. Like, actually beautiful. Proper mature, vulnerable, all that.”

Alfie nodded, a bit more sincerely this time. “It’s the best thing you’ve ever put out. Even though we’re mad you didn’t let us hear it first.”

“Yeah,” Joe chimed in again, “you’re never living that down, by the way. Next time you go through and identity crisis, at least give us the courtesy of a sneak peek. Or a breakdown.”

You laughed harder this time, warmth blooming behind your ribs. “Noted.”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon like that — teasing, laughing, and slowly letting the weight of the last few days fade into something lighter. You didn’t know what the next step was. Or what would happen with Will. But you knew, without a doubt, that you had people who loved you enough to roast you right back to peace.

[plaidpajamallama]

Untitled Jey x Sami WIP

This been sitting in my notes app for a bit and finally decided to post it

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Warnings : dream sex begging spanking cussing pet names degrading? (Maybe idk) hard on embarrassment needy sub Jey dom Sami

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Fuck Sami! Jey said, coming out as a whimper as Sami pushed into him, feeling himself stretching around him. 

You take me so well, baby boy. Your slutty little hole just sucks me right in. I bet I could slip in without any problems, huh? 

Sami slammed his hand down on his ass, pulling a trapped moan out of him. Fuck, baby! 

I asked you a question, he said with another slap. 

He gasped as the pain went through his body. 

Yes! Yes, baby, you could fuck me whenever you wanted, baby! 

He rubbed the red mark, making him hiss. 

Well, look at that, his hand finding his cock hard and leaking precum onto the sheets below them. 

Fuck Sami, please, he said, pushing back onto him, wanting more. 

He let out a chuckle before beginning to stroke him, matching them with his thrust. 

So goddamn needy, always wanting more even when there's no more to give, he said, Make sure to hit his spot after every word, pulling pathetic moans out of him.

He could feel the warmth in his stomach building as Sami fucked into him rough and fast.

Please, please! His words came out as sobs, his head hanging in embarrassment.

Please, what? I don’t know what you want, baby; you have to tell me.

Shit! Baby, please let me cum, please. His words just fell out; he barely knew what he was saying. 

He leaned against his back. Sami's hot skin pressed against his; the man’s other hand ran over his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. 

You're such a good boy for me, he said, nipping at his ear. 

Jey woke up, his breath heavy; as the air came back to his lungs, he felt an ache in his pants. 

Fuck…He muffled into his pillow, trying not to wake the redheaded man who was right next to him. 

The sun was shining through the curtains of their hotel room, casting a yellow light over them both. 

He buried his face into his pillow; he was so hard that it hurt, and it surely didn’t help that he was lying on the shit. 

He knew better then to touch himself, but what Sami would do to him couldn’t hurt as bad as this, right?

He thought on that for a moment before remembering what he did the last time he got caught …Yeah, he wasn’t going to do that again. 

He grinded into the mattress trying to find some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. 

He laid his arm on Sami's chest, biting his lips to muffle his moans as he moved to put his head on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his soft skin. 

He groaned at feeling Jey’s hot skin on his 

He kissed his skin again, rubbing his hand over his chest. Baby 

What is it? He responded with his eyes shut, his voice sounding sleepy. 

I-I-I, he looked away, feeling embarrassment creeping up his face. 

He opened his eyes, looking down at the man lying on him; his gaze was immediately focused on his back. The sun was shining over them perfectly; the blanket was resting just under his hip bone. Showing off his beautiful back tattoo

He grabbed his hand, locking their fingers together, bringing them up to kiss them. What is it, baby? 

It hurts, he whispered against his shoulder. 

What does?

S-Sami, it hurts so much. 

A grin came across his face, getting what he was trying to tell him.

He snaked his hand under his body, cupping him. through his sweatpants, feeling how hard he was 

Mmm, I’m sorry, baby, that those feel like they hurt. Do you want to fix it? 

Yes, yes, please, he said, grinding against him. 

He let out a low chuckle. Go ahead, baby, fix it. 

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I do plan on finishing this one day cause I do really like it just wanna to give y’all something real quick cause it been a bit

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episode 110 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 108-109 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-110: Tyranno Kenzan VS Fossil Dragon Jim

Jim Crocodile has noticed an outbreak of strong electromagnetic waves at the Duel Academia. Accompanied by Judai, Johan, Shou, and Kenzan, Jim decides to investigate in the jungle. As they do, some strong electromagnetic waves spring up, causing his crocodile Karen to pounce on Kenzan--and at the same time, the effects of the electromagnetic waves cause Kenzan to forget who he is and pounce on Jim.* This leads to Jim having a duel with Kenzan, and as Kenzan instinctively summons his powerful Dinosaur Monsters, Jim activates his Kaseki Yuugou -- Fossil Fusion Magic Card to summon his Fossil Dragons. *Worth noting that the pre-airing summary text here makes it sound like Karen biting Kenzan and Kenzan lunging for Jim both happened as they're looking around in the jungle, when in the episode proper, Karen biting Kenzan is what gets Jim onto the scene; wonder if that was the original idea in production...

[EDIT, 5/19: Episode reuploaded after correcting two of Cobra's lines near the end, and also fixing an animation error I missed initially with Kenzan's Disk near the end of the episode; details added below the cut.]

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*runs in to post this in Engrish*

Well, mates, episode 110 is now up and finalized! With Season 3 starting off with a couple of two-parters, I figured I'd take a slight breather and work on just 110 this go-round given the multiple two-parters on the way. And it's a good one, as we're introduced more to Jim Crocodile Cook (and his well-done Australian accent in the dub, for some kudos there to 4Kids [some dialogue choices for him (and Kenzan [that's not how Tail Swing works???]) aside]) while also seeing how quickly Judai seems to have recovered after his duel with O'Brien, and we see the debut of Jim's Fossils, which would go on to take a good 18 years or so before finally being printed with some buffs to them; it was always an archetype I liked. Kenzan also just spending a good 3-4 minutes growling was A+ (a shame the dub just made him talk semi-primitively, even if it mostly works), more of Jim's Engrish was just as good, and I liked how Jim and Kenzan came away with some respect for each other by the end after how offended Kenzan was by the Fossil Fusion concept. Fun times!

Animation error-wise, like with 108-109, I mostly did some quality-of-watching touch-ups around split-screens (with some of the fixes I did also allowing me to get rid of some of the ghosting in the footage), though there two card fixes I applied with Kenzan. Details below under the cut as always for the interested!

Quick housekeeping: in case you missed it, I re-released my finalized episode 1 work, as I went back and applied various card fixes that were bugging me and that I've grown to be able to fix, lol. Still shook I first started finalizing everything in 2014... 💀 Currently, I don't anticipate going back to re-finalize anything pre-84, mostly due to the annoyance of cutting/splicing stuff to get around not having the original unreleased scripts I'd keep with the ATK/DEF counter subs and whatnot thanks to a 2022 data drive failure, and hopefully it stays that way. 😅 I also applied a few minor styling fixes to the ending credit subs for 105 and 108 (noticed the text for a few names in the cast lists were scaled inconsistently) and reuploaded those; rereleased episode 1 has been posted on NAC, while re-finalized 105 and 108 will be posted there with 110.

Anywho, enjoy! I'll likely be going back to some TFSP stuff for a bit (in case you missed that news~) and then I'll dip into episodes 111-112 and Manjoume VS Amon; stay tuned!

Fixes/Edits!

As Jim first activates Fossil Fusion, we see the card first before he fades in holding it, but his thumb is missing as his fade-in starts, and then it just appears, fully faded-in, in the next frame even though the rest of him is still fading in. I fixed this in Sony Vegas by masking out his thumb and adding it to the first frame in which Jim starts fading in, then making his thumb fade in with the rest of him.

Later, as Kenzan thinks Dark Driceratops bested Jim's Skullgar, Skullgar turns around and defeats it, causing Kenzan some damage; as he reacts while his LP drop, Jim slides in on a split-screen exclaiming "Bravo!", but his split-screen slide-in starts with his split already about 50% into the shot. After that, Jim sets one card face-down and ends his turn, and as Kenzan opens his eyes and starts to growl while the split-screen ends, Jim's split starts to slide out the frame after Kenzan starts to move. Fixed the first in Sony Vegas by re-doing his slide-in to be more natural and start closer to the edge of the screen, then fixed the second by just removing the one frame where Kenzan has moved but Jim hasn't so that they move simultaneously, holding a frame once the split-screen's over a frame longer to compensate.

As #2 here leads into Kenzan taking offense at how Jim woke his dinosaur out of its sleep to use as a piece for Jim's fossil "freak," he says he'll make Jim pay for that as their match gets going for real; Judai and co look on as Jim and Kenzan stare each other down on a split-screen leading to the eyecatch (the split-screen here cut from the dub, likely for time), but Jim's split slides in unevenly compared to Kenzan's. Fixed in Vegas by redoing his split's slide-in so they both slide in evenly.

Later, after Jim uses Dowsing Burn to take out Sabersaurus, Kenzan reacts as Jim slides in on a split-screen to declare his Sample Fossil summoning, but Jim's split starts to slide in with it already about 50% of the way into the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing his slide-in to make it slide in more naturally, while also redoing Kenzan moving in the background to eliminate the ghosting during this split-screen's forming.

A bit after #4, Jim uses Sample Fossil to dig up Sabersaurus from Kenzan's Cemetery to make a specimen out of it, and as we see its chains working to drag its remains up from the ground, we see Kenzan still has Sabersaurus on his Disk despite it being in his Cemetery. Fixed this first in Photoshop by cleaning up the Monster Zone in question on the shot's first frame, then threw the fixed frame into Vegas, where I then shook it along with the screen for the rest of the shot, also slightly zooming it out and fading it out as the transition from Kenzan into the dug-up Sabersaurus happens.

Shortly after, as Jim taunts Kenzan about his lovely Sabersaurus specimen, Kenzan growls in response; Jim then slides in on a split-screen to say that Sample Fossil's ATK becomes equal to Sabersaurus's, but his split again starts to slide in with 50% of it already in the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing his slide-in so it slides in more naturally, and redoing Kenzan moving to again eliminate some footage ghosting.

A bit later, Kenzan activates his Treasure of Variation card, and as the close-up shot on it transitions into a split-screen splitting apart to show Kenzan behind it explaining its effect, each side of the split-screen jitters slightly in the frame before it properly starts to split apart. Fixed this in Vegas by holding the earlier frame over the jittering frame so that it properly splits apart in the next frame.

After Kenzan's next turn, as Jim wonders if the electromagnetic waves aren't behind Judai and co's exhaustion, he draws another Fossil Fusion; he smiles upon seeing it, but his smile ends up being slightly drawn onto his eye bandages. Fixed this in Vegas by just masking the eye bandages over it to keep his smile off the bandages.

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(9) After Kenzan's Brachion switches into Defense Mode from Jim summoning Skullgios, Jim is impressed by its 3000 DEF; Kenzan slides in on a split-screen to think that there's no way he can hold off an attack from Skullgios, but his split only starts to slide in the frame after Jim starts to move for it, and with it starting about 50% of the way into the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing Kenzan's slide-in to start as Jim moves and slide in more naturally.

(10) As Jim has Skullgios pause its attack on Brachion, Kenzan looks up and wonders why, but as he does, we see that Brachion is on his Disk in Attack Mode despite it just going into Defense Mode. Fixed first in Photoshop as I blanked the Monster Zone in the first frame of the shot, then took it into AfterEffects to add a proxy in Defense Mode, and then took the fixed frame into Vegas to re-pan into the footage, masking in Brachion as it starts to cover the Zone up.

[EDIT, 5/19] (11) After Jim and Kenzan are drained of their Duel Energy, Kenzan shudders for a second or two before falling to his knees panting, but as he does, the end of his Disk (on our right) isn't fully drawn in for the five frames of movement that takes (each lasting 2-4 frames), though it comes back near the end of the shot. As noted here, fixed this first in Photoshop by using one of the initial frames as reference to snip out the end of his Disk and adjust it into place for three of the five movement frames, while I just painted in what was missing for the last two; once done, I threw the fixed frames into Sony Vegas and re-panned them to complete the fix.

[guster-animations]

The Spire Script Saga

hello, i’m guster, and i’ve been trying to decipher the cipher introduced in splatoon 3’s side order DLC, dubbed “spire script”, since 15 months ago. the script is now finally on its way to being deciphered, so i wanted to detail how we got here in this post.

first of all, i did not at all do this alone; i’m part of a team of people who have all been working together for nearly a year to solve this script. the group is made up of four people: myself, cackle, @plinkamoon, and artzinil. we all bounced theories off each other, kept the group in check, and contributed ideas and tools in unique ways. magical miracle girl fia and kerfuzzle were also a huge help at many points too.

special thanks also go to: rassicas and their discord server for setting the standard for script deciphering and providing resources and a space for us to work together in; diamcreeper for providing game textures; and my friend oxii for coming up with the name “spire script”.

it’s been a hell of a journey and i’m dead serious when i say we would not have gotten to this point without every single one of these people. seriously, thank you.

the tale of spire script begins on september 14th, 2023, when the first gameplay trailer for side order dropped.

in rassicas’ private discord server, within an hour or two of the trailer’s release, artzinil noticed something that seemed like a new script on side order’s newly added official webpage.

several other graphics using the script were quickly found on the webpage, but not much could be determined from these small bits of text with little or no context.

five days later, on september 19th, 2023, graphics were released on the official splatoon twitter containing more spire script.

cackle noticed that both graphics in this tweet showed the color chip palette, and that there was script text on it—but the render of the palette had square script, while the 2D art had spire script in the same place. they checked to see if these strings matched up, and they did!

this would later be called the “palette lead”. it was the first of many potential leads that were found, and in fact the only one from the entire actual game which turned out to be correct.

cackle then tried to apply this lead to the color chips seen in the same graphic, but not too much effort was made and they moved onto deciphering things that used other, already deciphered, scripts, because this one was obviously not going to be solved using just the color chips and the text on the chips were probably gibberish.

meanwhile i try to solve the script with just the color chips

on the same day as cackle’s discovery of the palette lead, and with the exact same render from twitter, my journey with spire script began.

someone in a large discord server which i was active in at the time noticed that there seemed to be a new font in a graphic that had been posted today. i immediately took it upon myself to decipher this script with literally nothing besides the color chips (i didn’t know about any of the other places it was)

this seems like an incredibly stupid and irrational thing for me to do, and it objectively was, but it is somewhat less so when put into context. basically, i wasn’t really expecting to solve the cipher all by myself, more so just looking for something to kill time and hyperfocus on during my extremely boring classes.

my then-teammate oxii came up with the name “spire script” during practice that night, which i adopted from that point onward.

i spent hours each day for the next week or so attempting to brute-force the script using a spreadsheet text slotter (the current version has more examples than it did at the time), assuming that the text on each chip was meaningful. i also documented most potential combinations that i thought of, at first in my notes app, and then a bit later in a google doc which i would then use as a journal of sorts for all my endeavors with spire script.

on october 18th, 2023, i shared my findings about the script by adding “spire script” onto inkipedia’s page for inkling scripts and languages.

i still somehow had no idea that there was anyone else working on this script

…

and then nothing happened!

pre-release

the next pieces of spire script came five months later, with the second gameplay trailer for side order on february 13th, 2024.

i’d been sharing my findings on the script in many splatoon discord servers since september, including a modding and datamining server, and the next day, on february 14th (the 15th in their time zone), plink shared a finding in that server.

this was the 8-ball lead, based on the fact that the spire on the infinity ball seemed to match the deepsea script on octo expansion’s 8 ball (when the former was flipped around). if this lead were true, it would mean that some of spire script’s characters map to both letters and numbers.

on february 16th i finally connected with cackle on the modding server, and on february 17th i reached out to rassicas for help on tumblr and got invited to their discord server. plink joined the next day.

this is where things really started happening, now that we had the full team together and talking to each other.

the mixture of our different methods and ideas brought a lot of things about. having a text slotter spreadsheet and shorthand for all the script characters, which i’d developed back in september, were new to the members of rassicas’ server. both were very imperfect when i introduced them—the shorthand was slow to write with and i finally changed it only in december 2024, and cackle developed the text slotter into something much more organized.

the nature of spire script meant that we had to be much more thorough and resort to unconventional methods— cackle even spent hours analyzing our examples for letter frequency and comparing it to other scripts— and everyone added something to that and made it better.

the new promo material gave us several examples but only one lead besides plink’s 8-ball deduction, that being the spire script on the 8-ball goal.

it’s not a long string of characters! it’s only 4! and the words “goal” and “sink” are both 4 letters long so maybe it says one of those!

that was it that was the lead

release

the side order DLC finally came out on february 21st, 2023, introducing us to many false leads.

the most prominent of these was the pixel pearl lead, discovered by plink. there’s a pixelated pearl icon in a cutscene and when viewing dev logs— she has speech bubbles with runic script text in the cutscene, and spire script in the dev logs.

this text matched up perfectly with each other, and this method has historically been the most reliable when solving splatoon scripts. it didn’t conflict with the palette lead, either! so logically that means it’s trustworthy right??

somehow the answer is no.

this spire script text was mimicking how the runic text appeared. it’s actually evil.

pixel pearl was also used to find a few strings that seemed to be alphabet fragments, and some people used those.

there were other fake leads like this as well— the aforementioned 8-ball lead is an example, as well as text on bounce pads that lined up with the square script saying “TAKOSPO” on variants from the other story modes (found by cackle).

gas lead. i’m not sure what else to say

two leads did turn out to be correct, though, and they were found with the help of the text slotter!

two lines on the website seemed to make up words. i guessed that one of them said “name” based on what my text slotter gave me, and cackle guessed that another said “image area” from their own slotter.

these were somewhat random guesses and somehow they ended up being correct

lastly…

that’s not spire script. that’s the runic script letter for Q.

for some goddamn reason, runic Q is in spire script. our current running theory is that runic script was used as a template for spire—pixel pearl could be evidence for that—and the Q was accidentally left in and not changed.

the letter Q is one of the rarest in the english language and difficult to hit while keysmashing. so even though this is the only time runic Q appears like this with spire script, it could still be the letter Q.

does this mean we’ll have to put it on the graphic?? idk

janen ??

there were plenty other places with spire script found in side order, but none that seemed to mean anything or provide any clues. however, on july 24th, 2024, the script made a surprise reappearance in a place completely unrelated to the spire for some reason.

lemuria hub.

a 5-letter word is visible on a sign for a noodle shop in lemuria hub for some reason

this currently deciphers to “JANEN”, though any of those characters could map to a second letter. it’s probably a misspelling of “ramen”, as we already have different cipher characters for R and M. i personally think the first character could also map to D or T, since those are next to R on a keyboard, but i don’t know for sure as of writing this.

hey look it’s like blender

for some reason cackle came back to spire on august 8th, 2024, and noticed something that hadn’t been seen before.

an in-game x-y-z chart (for some 3d modeling program) has each axis labeled with a spire script character. these might actually be x, y, and z! though we don’t know which characters are which letters yet.

bancala walker

”bancala walker”, the japanese artbook for splatoon 3’s DLCs, was announced during the grand festival, on september 9th, 2024.

while the promo pages didn’t provide much in terms of a lead*, just random keymashing as usual, it did give us a preview at what would help us to begin deciphering the script.

*i did think that maybe the spire text below “drone megahorn laser” could be some corruption of those words, but i didn’t try too hard on that thankfully

the full bancala walker book released on december 13th, providing a plethora of spire strings. it didn’t go great at first…

at least i finally decided to fix my crappy shorthand.

not much happened, though

then, on january 8th, 2025, cackle’s copy of bancala walker arrived, and he found something.

he found a line of spire script that had evidently been copy-pasted from a longer string of square on the same page. this is a strategy that rassicas and company used when deciphering using examples from haikara walker, and it works just as well here, too.

it turns out that plink noting the page of every script example in the artbook on our text slotter spreadsheet, and the twitter user calmeremerald’s scan of page 19 specifically being lower quality, were what caused cackle to notice this. plink was looking at that scan for script samples and wrote down if any were too hard to make out. so when cackle got his copy, he made sure to take better pictures of the smaller script on those pages. this is what made him notice that the word lengths lined up here.

as it turns out, this text lineup from bancala walker supports, and is supported by, the palette lead (the very first lead)! it also proves the “name” and “image area” guesses to be correct.

a random cube scanner screen from the background of a stage also seems to have meaningful text. we haven’t fully figured that one out yet, though.

the next day i found another piece of matching text. this one only added one new piece of information, but it’s something!

with this, we are the most confident about spire script that we ever have been. there are, unfortunately, basically no meaningful bits of text with this script, but it was really fun to work with this team and i’m glad it’s amounted to something.

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Thanks for the tag @moondust-bard!

current book: I'm about to start reading White Oaks by Jordan King for my indie author interviews/book reviews on my blog, and listening to The Weaver and the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec because I have a road trip to a work conference tomorrow and so I'm going to put that on in the car.

Current fic: I'm not actively reading or writing anything right now, but I have an old friend in the Newsies fandom who's continuing to put out chapters of a 300K+ fic that I love called Something Worth Winning and so I've been meaning to catch up on that. PJean over on ff.net and I think she's got an AO3 now? It's been a while...

Currently watching: Twelve's run in Doctor Who and the Clone wars in rotation.

Next on my watchlist: I'm about the start the new Fallout show tonight! Eric's been playing through the games recently but we've put off watching the show until my edit was done.

Current hyperfixation: I had Rolling With Difficulty as a hyperfixation until I got buried in Runaways writing, so I lost interest for a little bit while I shifted focus onto my work, but I'm hoping to get back into it!

Favorite color: Greens of all sorts!

Sweet, spicy, or savory: sweet, I joke I'm basically a hummingbird in human form.

Relationship status: I just got engaged over Easter! I don't talk a lot about him here because he values his privacy, but my fiance, Eric, has been such a wonderful support through all of my writing and publishing endeavors. We're in the middle of wedding planning right now, and if all goes according to plan, we'll get married next summer, which is right in the middle of all the promotion and distribution work for putting out Runaways in October. It's going to be such a busy (and expensive) year, and I was like "I can push the book release out, I guess :I" but he refused to let me do that because he knows how important it is to me and encouraged me to plan a Kickstarter for the spring like an absolute madman. Yesterday I complained that the formatting programming software I like is only available for Macs but fuck apple and he started looking up how to install a virtual machine without a second's hesitation. He's so wonderful and I don't know what I'd do without him.

Last song: The Old Witch Sleep and Good Man Grace by the Amazing Devil

Last thing I googled: Stegosaurus dinosaur

Skill I’d like to learn: oh god so many. Top of the list right now is songwriting. I've got dozens of lyrics cluttering up my notes app and I'm dreadful at turning them into complete songs. Also Animation!

Best advice: Recently, I've seen a lot of people in my life struggling with the 20-something capitalist-hellscape 1st-world-problem flavor of existentialist-depression and look, it gets to me too, but you guy have got to relearn the virtue of gratitude. On one hand, toxic positivity sucks and you're allowed to bitch and moan about your situation, but doomerism feels infectious and there is so much to be thankful for when you stop and take the time to appreciate what you've been given.

I'm turning into my mom.

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Camaraderie

Characters/Pairings: raunchy!Bucky x curvy!female reader Word Count: 3.4k Summary: Meeting up with the impossibly hot guy from the thirsty to fuck dating app didn't turn out to be a one-time thing... Hooking up with Bucky Barnes wasn't healthy, and you couldn't quit the habit, but he's so good at what he does, you can't resist the itch for him when it needs to be scratched.

Content Warnings: modern AU, hook up culture/bootycall, established sexual relationship, explicit and rough smut, oral (male and female receiving)/deep throating, 69, vaginal fingering, some overstimulation, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, humiliation, degradation (use of "slut"/"whore"), use of "baby" as a term of endearment, praise, general dirty talk, cum play/marking, taking photos, aftercare

Author Notes: This is a follow-up to Parking Lot Chem, but can absolutely be read as a standalone and/or out of order.

Logistical Notes: My September/final offering for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo 23-24 using the ANTI-HERO and AFTERCARE prompts. I'm also submitting this for @steviebbboi's 200 Follower Celebration (kink prompts: oral sex, overstimulation, mild degradation, dialoge prompts bolded) and @mercurial-chuckles's SMUT-BER fest (prompt: marathon session).

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You know you should never text Bucky Barnes.

Daytime you knows he’s horrible for you.

A relationship would go nowhere with him.

You know it. He knows it.

You’ve both been very clear this is only sex.

Dirty, late night hook ups.

The next morning, you’re always resolved that last night was the last time.

But you don’t delete his number.

He gives you space. So much space. There’s no pressure, and that’s one of the reasons you don’t close the door completely.

Sometimes he initiates a conversation, sometimes it’s you. It goes about four to six weeks like clockwork.

And always after midnight.

Tonight it’s you who sent up the bat signal.

YOU: Hey! It’s been a while! How’ve you been?

HIM: Not bad… How’s life for you?

YOU: Also not bad. I moved - pretty close to where you work, actually…

YOU: You working tonight?

HIM: Got a new job actually. Still night shift, but building security downtown.

YOU: Oh, that’s good though, right?

HIM: Better gig, better pay. Still bad hours, but our fun doesn’t have to end…

YOU: Oh?

HIM: Let me come over when I get off and I’ll get you off.

There’s literally nothing romantic about it.

But you’re aching for a good fuck.

And that’s why you agreed to let this man you’ve been hooking up with in the dead of night in a parking lot for the last eight months to show up for a bootycall between two and three am.

Because it was going to be so late, you told him where the spare key was, told him to let himself in, to come to your bed, and to wake you up when he got there.

The forbidden thrill of that arrangement gave you a bit of a second wind, but when you’d tucked yourself back in bed and done a bit of doom-scrolling, your eyes had eventually drooped and you’d dropped into sleep.

You stir a little bit as you are nudged onto your back, but it’s when Bucky starts in on aggressively groping your breasts, having immediately pushed up the silk camisole you put on, that you groan and come to.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness. Bucky's silhouette looms over you, his calloused hands cold against your skin as he roughly kneads your tender flesh. A shiver runs through you, desire pooling low in your belly.

"Missed these tits," he growls, voice husky with desire.

You arch into his touch, your body responding even as your mind struggles to catch up. Bucky wastes no time, his hot mouth latching onto a nipple. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively flying to Bucky's hair. He bites down, just hard enough to make you whimper, before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Fuck, Bucky," you moan, already breathless.

He releases your breast with a wet pop, moving to give the other the same treatment. He sucks hard, teeth grazing your sensitive peak, and you whimper. His other hand slides down your body, groping at your pussy over your silk shorts.

“You put these on special for me, yeah?” he probes, and you nod. “Such a whore, though,” he continues. So desperate to let me use you that you told a fucking stranger how to get into your house so he could ruin you.”

His words make you clench around nothing, desperate for him to ruin you just like you know he can. Bucky chuckles darkly when you mewl as he grinds the heel of his palm over your clothed clit.

"Such a needy little slut," he murmurs approvingly. "Bet you've been thinking about my cock all night."

"Took you long enough to get here," you whine.

He doesn't respond, just crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His stubble scratches your chin, sending tingles down your spine. You clutch onto his bulky arms. His mouth is minty - either gum or mouthwash or mints popped at the last minute - but the rest of him just smells like sweat and faint musk. You doubt he even owns cologne. His body and the way he uses yours are why you don’t fight the itch when it flares up for nights like this.

Bucky breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck. He bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder, surely leaving a mark. You gasp, arching into him.

"Gonna use you so good," he growls against your skin. "Gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk straight."

"God, yes," you moan, spreading your legs wider in invitation.

Bucky hooks his fingers into the waistband of your silk shorts, yanking them down roughly along with your panties. The cool air hits your heated core and you shiver. Bucky's hand slides up your inner thigh, his calloused fingers teasing your sensitive skin.

"Already so wet for me," he growls approvingly as he cups your sex. "Such a dirty girl."

You whimper as he slides two thick fingers inside you without warning, pumping them slowly. His thumb circles your clit, building the pressure steadily. Your hips buck against his hand, chasing more friction.

"Please," you gasp, clutching at his muscular shoulders.

"Please what?" Bucky asks, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes you lose all shreds of dignity around him.

"Please give me your fat cock, Bucky!” you beg.

He chuckles again. “I bet you’re such a good girl in the day where everyone else can see you, but you crave this - you crave the depraved things I do to you in the dark. That’s why you’re so fast to beg for me already.”

You moan, and your body trembles with anticipation as Bucky's other hand roams over your chest, then grips your neck, rough and possessive.

He squeezes slightly, and you whimper. “Please,” you croak out.

He withdraws for a moment, but you bite back any sounds of protest as you hear the rustling of fabric, clang of a belt, and the pull of a zipper as he quickly sheds his clothes.

He sits back on his heels, looking down at you as you squirm, holding his thick, hard cock. You lick your lips at the sight, your pussy clenching in anticipation. Bucky strokes himself a few times with the hand that had been in your cunt moments before, spreading your wetness along his length.

"Don’t worry, baby," Bucky coos. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you need."

With his other hand, he grips your arm and pulls you down so you lay sideways across the mattress. You’ve only ever hooked up in his truck, so the freedom of space adds an element of mystery to what hell do with you, and you love it. He kneels with thighs on either side of your head, looming over you, and then he slaps your face with his cock.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and he hits you with it a couple more times. Bucky grins down at you wickedly, clearly enjoying your shock.

"Open up, slut," he grunts.

You obey eagerly, parting your lips as he guides his cock into your mouth. He doesn't ease into it, instead shoving himself deep until you gag around his length. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

Bucky holds your head in place with his thick thighs, his hips pistoning as he fucks your face mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds of your gagging fill the room, mingling with Bucky's grunts of pleasure.

"That's it, take it all," he groans, pushing even deeper.

You relax your throat as best you can, letting him use your mouth with abandon. He leans forward, pushes your thighs apart, and buries his face in your cunt.

You moan around Bucky's cock as his tongue laps at your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He sucks hard on your clit, making your hips buck involuntarily. The dual sensations of his thick length stretching your throat and his skilled mouth on your pussy are overwhelming.

Bucky's stubble scrapes against your inner thighs as he devours you, his left hand gripping your hip to hold you in place. His flesh hand snakes up to squeeze and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through your body. You whimper and writhe beneath him, struggling to focus on pleasuring his cock as he rapidly brings you to the edge.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" Bucky growls against your cunt, the vibrations making you shudder. "Want you to cum all over my face while I fuck that pretty little mouth."

You moan around him, the vibrations making him hiss in pleasure. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he batters the back of your throat, but you don't pull away. You live for these moments when Bucky uses you roughly, treating you like you’re worthless, only a set of holes to be used, because you’re so tired of being good, of working hard, of over achieving, of living up to everyone’s expectations. The only thing he wants from you is your body, and it feels better than any guilty pleasure you’ve ever indulged in before.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly and forcefully. Your body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over you, muffled cries vibrating around Bucky's cock. He doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your oversensitive clit as you writhe beneath him.

Just as it becomes too much, Bucky pulls back, releasing your hips. He slides his cock from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Before you can catch your breath, he flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up.

"That's one," he growls. "Let's see how many more I can wring out of you before I'm done."

Without warning, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cry out, fingers clawing at the sheets as he sets a punishing pace. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room in the dead of night.

"This what you've been craving, sweetheart?" he taunts, pulling his cock out and rubbing the head of his it through your folds. "My cock splitting you open?"

"Yes, yes, Bucky!” you sound like a cliché porn star, but you know he loves it, and you don’t care about letting loose and going mindless and dumb around him. He doesn’t expect anything more from you.

Without warning, he slams back into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

You cry out, the stretch bordering on painful. Bucky doesn't give you time to adjust, he never does. He pursues a punishing pace, and now the headboard bangs against the wall with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Bucky grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "You always feel so good around me, baby. Such a perfect little cock sleeve."

His vulgar words send a thrill through you. You moan shamelessly, pushing back to meet his brutal thrusts. Bucky's metal hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, while his flesh hand snakes around to rub harsh circles on your clit. The dual stimulation quickly builds the pressure in your core.

"That's it, take it slut," Bucky growls, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "You love being used like this, don't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, beyond shame at this point. "God, yes, Bucky!"

He chuckles darkly, then suddenly pulls out. Before you can protest, he flips you onto your back and hooks your legs over his shoulders. He slides back in with a groan, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper.

"Wanna see your face when you cum on my cock," he pants, leaning down to lick a stripe lewdly up your face.

"Oh fuck, Bucky!" you cry out as he pounds into you relentlessly. The new angle has him hitting your g-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Bucky's eyes are dark with lust as he watches you come undone beneath him. One hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim. The other hand grips your hip bruisingly tight as he jackhammers into you.

"That's it, baby," he growls. "C'mon, don't you wanna be good for me?"

You nod frantically, unable to form words as the pressure builds inside you. Bucky's thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you seeing stars.

"Cum for me," he commands. "Now."

As if your body is conditioned to obey him, your walls clench around him rhythmically, but Bucky doesn't slow his pace. He fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you're a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

"That's two," Bucky growls, his hips still snapping against yours. "Think you can give me one more?"

You whimper as he squeezes your throat, starting to restrict your oxygen.

Your head swims as Bucky's hand tightens around your throat, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. The mix of pleasure and oxygen deprivation has you floating, barely aware of anything beyond the stretch of his cock inside you and the pressure of his fingers on your windpipe.

"Answer me," he growls, loosening his grip just enough for you to gasp out a response.

"Y-yes," you croak, your voice hoarse. "Please, Bucky..."

He grins wickedly, releasing your throat entirely. You gulp in air as he hooks his arms under your knees, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper. The new angle has you seeing stars, each thrust hitting spots inside you that make your toes curl.

“Let's see how much more you can take."

Bucky's pace becomes even more brutal, if possible. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and you hope your neighbors are heavy sleepers. Every nerve of your body is on overdrive, overwrought.

You're trembling, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but Bucky shows no signs of slowing down. His cock pistons in and out of you relentlessly, the obscene wet sounds of your coupling filling the room as he keeps you folded in half. You're vaguely aware that you're babbling, a stream of "please" and "fuck" and "Bucky" falling from your lips.

His hot breath fans across your face as he looms over you, steel-blue eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes you shiver.

"Look at you," he growls, voice rough with exertion. "So fucking desperate for my cock. You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?"

You nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Bucky's hand comes down to rub harsh circles on your clit, and you cry out at the added stimulation. Your oversensitive body trembles, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Cum for me again, baby," Bucky commands. "Show me how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

He pinches your clit harshly, and you scream into another orgasm. And still he fucks you as you shake and tremble beneath him. He’s too big and too strong for you to do anything but take it.

He clamps a hand down on your throat again, and your vision starts to blur at the edges as this filthy god moves like a machine above you. The lack of oxygen intensifies every sensation - his cock pounding into you relentlessly, his thumb still circling your oversensitive clit, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress.

Just as it becomes too much, Bucky pulls out. Your legs fall clumsily to the bed, and Bucky moves so he’s sitting on your chest, straddling just below your breasts, and pinning your arms down to your sides as well. He viciously strokes his cock, grunting for a few more moments, before he groans and shoots his load over your face and chest, ribbons of hot, sticky cum hitting your skin.

You gasp and pant, struggling to catch your breath as Bucky's cum cools on your skin. Your body feels like jelly, utterly spent from the intensity of your multiple orgasms. Bucky sits back on his heels, still straddling your chest, admiring his handiwork.

"Fuck, you look good like this," he growls, voice husky with satisfaction. "All marked up and used."

You whimper, too exhausted to form words. Bucky chuckles darkly, running a finger through the mess on your face and pushing it between your lips. You suck obediently, tasting the salty bitterness of his release.

"Such a good little cumslut," he praises, his other hand trailing down to tweak one of your nipples, making you yip beneath him.

Bucky's weight lifts off you as he shifts to the side, his breathing also heavy.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your combined panting filling the dark room. Then Bucky chuckles low in his throat. "That was better than the truck."

You manage a weak laugh in response, still too overwhelmed to form words. Bucky reaches over and flicks on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the full mess he's made of you – the cum on your face and chest, the bruises already forming on your hips and thighs, the way your pussy is still clenching around nothing. He rolls off the bed and roots round in his discarded clothes, then stands once he’s found his phone.

"Hold still," Bucky commands, raising his phone. You hear the click of the camera as he captures your debauched state. "Something for me until next time."

You should protest, should demand he delete the photos. But a part of you thrills at the idea of Bucky having these reminders of you, of looking at them and getting hard thinking about using you again.

He disappears into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm washcloth. To your surprise, he gently cleans you up, wiping away the evidence of your encounter from your skin. It's an unexpectedly tender gesture from someone who was just fucking you senseless.

"Thanks," you murmur, your voice hoarse.

Bucky just nods, tossing the washcloth aside when he's done. He starts gathering his clothes, pulling them on efficiently. You watch him silently, knowing there was no version of this where he stayed, and honestly you didn’t want him to. You wanted to sprawl freely in your bed and drift away into the few hours of blissful sleep you could steal before having to get up for work and didn’t want to deal with a morning after.

After hunching over and lacing up his boots, he stands, reaches for your hand and pulls you up and to the edge of the bed. “C’mon, get up,” he urges.

Too tired and bewildered to protest, you amble out of bed and follow as he tugs you along, leading you to the bathroom. He turns the shower on, grabs a towel and tosses it over the rod for you. He checks the water temperature, adjusts it slightly, then turns back to you.

He laughs, and you realize your face is broadcasting your confusion. “You’ll sleep better if you shower off the sex and sweat, baby.”

He steals a filthy kiss, licking slowly into your mouth, then ushers you into the shower. “See you next time.”

Next time. The words send a shiver through you, even as your body aches from the intensity of what he’s just done to you.

“I’ll lock the door behind me when I let myself out,” he says.

“Okay,” is all your exhausted mind and body can put together. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he echoes and smirks.

The hot water washes away the smell and grime of the debauchery, soothe your aching limbs, but they don’t wash away the memories of what he did, and you don’t want it to. They go into a collection of how he extracts pleasure from you, and those memories will tide you over for a while on some of the darker nights when you’re feeling particularly horny.

But he’s right.

You won't feel this way in the morning.

But there’ll be another next time, your middle of the night self will win out eventually, you’ll just put it off for a while. Besides, it’s due to be his turn to be he one to break first and put out the feelers for a bootycall.

You won’t say no.

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These Three Weeks in "Time & Again" #25: More Cover Arts, More Thoughts, More Everything - But NO MORE Legacy Editions! ☝

It's been a while since I posted the last update on how things were going with "Time & Again". A lot has happened. First and foremost, prep for GPop Culture Fair. Damn, I'm looking good I'm excited. Truly. I've never done anything like that before, and I'm beyond happy to be presented a wonderful opportunity to let everyone know about my crazy kiddos 😱. I want to make them famous!!! Because prep to GPop has been one of the biggest chunks of my artistic activities lately, there's not much to report on the matter, because, well, it's self-explanatory. The booth setup, decorations, designs, etc. I might post some photos later on if possible.

Now, friendly folks, here's the biggest news for today:

The Clean Cut Editions of "Time & Again" are finally available on GlobalComix and Itch.io to read and buy! 🥳🥳🥳🥂🍻🦆

(why is there a cute duck? I dunno. Because Frosty is a bird nerd, that's why 🙃 I have 4 birding apps on my phone; how many do you have? 😁)

Just a quick reminder: Clean Cut Editions of "Time & Again" are updated, slightly expanded editions of the graphic narrative that has been proofread anew, as well. Each chapter now comes with a special section of commentary, which is optional to read, for those of you who want to go down the "completionist" route and 100% all of these tiny little easter eggs and mysterious interconnections within the chapters 😁. It also contains some insight on the chapters' development. Here's the old announcement post for the Clean Cut Edition, if anyone's interested to refresh the memory.

Also as a quick reminder: legacy editions are no longer accessible. They're gone. Forever. And that makes me incredibly happy 😁 Because the Clean Cut Editions are definitely superior.

Might be necessary only to the most dedicated fans, but to clarify what kind of metamorphoses the chapters have undergone for the Clean Cut release, here's a little improvised list:

As already mentioned above, "Notes, Commentary & Hints" for every chapter as a part of bonus materials;

Chapter 4 has been expanded and now includes 2 extra pages of purest shapeshifting idiocy craziness (more about how I worked on that addition is in this post);

Chapter 4 now has a completely different epigraph that better matches the idea of the chapter and sets the tone for the story that awaits ahead (yup, I most certainly do not miss the old ridiculous one);

Some bonus materials have been rearranged or partially swapped to ensure the reader's enjoyment (especially in Chapter 4);

Extra SFXs have been added for the better impression and consistency;

The placement (and sometimes design) of certain speech bubbles across all first 4 chapters has been corrected to improve the looks; the text arrangement within the speech bubbles has been corrected accordingly, as well;

All the dialogues have been proofread, and the shameful typos are now removed (hopefully all of them);

Minor tweaks to art (unfilled pixels filled, missing detail added/modified, artist's epic fails corrected 🤦‍♀️, etc.);

... And some other, super minor stuff that was important to me to correct even though the readers might not even notice.

As you might've guessed, YES: that was a lot of work for me this year. And it was 100% worth it. I am happy.

The next important announcement for today is that I have completed the cover art for Chapter 6.2.

I cannot show it just yet, because it contains major spoilers to the story - so you'll have to wait a bit 😁

Now, onto a somewhat sad part. With all my life endeavours, and the fair preps, not to mention THAT TIME OF THE YEAR approaching (you know, the time that most retail workers as well as the buyers themselves seriously dread, lol!), it is becoming quite clear to me that it's very unlikely I will be able to finish my work on Chapter 6 this year. I probably will be lucky to finish up the lineart alone by the end of December... But as I said before, I don't exactly have them deadlines. And timed levels are my worst nightmares. Screw timed levels. So I'll simply do whatever I can 😁

My next objective in "Time & Again" Chapter 6 development is to draw all the panels and to arrange all the text boxes and speech bubbles properly on every page.

So, basically, the main body of work on the chapter starts from now on. And that is going to be... an adventure. Yup. Because Chapter 6 will be different. Oh so different. I truly hope it's gonna be the most creative chapter of all in the series.

And before I wrap it up for today, I want to expand on some techy stuff that I touched in the previous post. I mentioned that creating a timelapse video through Krita Recorder produces an odd flicker in random moments which makes the video highly unenjoyable. When I checked out the folder containing the snapshots, I've noticed that there are some files that are solid white with no art on them. Just empty white spaces. Manually deleting the weird white snapshots forces Krita to fail the conversion of the video; it doesn't automatically skip missing frames, it simply gives an error and, well, gives up on life. While I found no clue on the genesis of the empty white frames - seems that it's just a glitch in Krita for now - I have indeed found a resolution! 🥳 Unfortunately, it's not super straightforward and, to make it even worse, it requires some extra work on the artist's part (and the artist is already busy enough, but whatever will you do?.. everybody knows that the artist's life is very hard, lol). But it works!!! And let me tell you how! I came across this post on the forum that described the exact same issue I had. The comments below have a link to a GitHub repository that contains a handy tool called Rebecca's Krita Tools. What one must do is to simply follow the instructions to install the plugin (BTW, I've never installed plugins directly from GitHub before! That's super handy!). After that, you head directly to the location of your recording snapshots, and you have to manually go through all the snapshots to remove the white empty files. After that is done, run the script called Reorder Image Sequence in Krita, select the folder that contains the snapshots - and MAGIC HAPPENS! The frames are all renamed, and you can create a timelapse now! Without flicker and epilepsy warnings!

... So I manually went through all the 11300 frames of the recording I made when working on Chapter 6.1. cover, and then I did the same for the next one.

My workspace for the manual clean up looked approximately this way:

Cool, eh?! EH???!!! I will repeat again: there were 11300 frames that I had to manually look through, with my very own set of eyes. I will brainstorm a way to automate this process somehow in the future. That's why, I think, we need help of AI - for the situations like that that require little to no real creative involvement, for techy stuff that might be difficult to do programmatically and/or manually. To help the artists deal with annoyances faster, so that they could create more art in the meantime!!!

And I was finally able to create a good video. And I will be able to optimize it to be posted on YouTube in the future. Sweet!

I should write a feature/ bug fix request on Krita forum concerning the issue. I hope that Recorder glitch gets a fix in one of the new versions of Krita. But for now, we have a perfect - although a bit time consuming - solution 😁 But that will do for now.

Time to wave good bye. See you next time! 👋 And that will be after GPop 🎨🤪🤩

P.S. Before THAT TIME OF THE YEAR, Halloween is approaching fast. We're already prepared. Das ist gut. Alas, this time I will not produce light not produce a new Halloween artwork. I've noticed I already have plenty. I have ideas swirling in my head, but I don't think I have enough time to fiddle with that on top of everything that's been happening lately.

But I've been playing some little horror games to stay in the mood - and to discover my new sparks (well, in some cases to improve my Spanish, too, because ¿¡por qué no?!). Amongst all, Harvest Festival 64 and Feet In The Snow especially stand out. Those were very different from one another, very captivating short adventures, very well worth experiencing. I highly recommend.

P.P.S. Oddly for me... not many references to music and video games in this post. Hmm. Something is surely off... I blame Lothar. It's always Lothar's fault after all. [that urgently requires a comedy one shot]

P.P.P.S. Added a couple more references to enforce the stylish continuity of my blog posts. Yaaaay! 🥳

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CLARITY RESHADE// FOR TS4 & RESHADE 2

Releasing this bc I'm a bit sick of fidgeting with it, but it's the preset I use in all of my TS4 posts, and a edit of my Cartoon V2 preset to go for a smoother, and softer look.

Like all my presets, I attached the heavier shaders to keys for toggling on and off, the depth shaders esp are quite strong, so I don't suggest playing with those on all the time, esp if you're playing on a more mid ranged PC. The bloom is also pretty strong, so the whitest whites will glow, esp when DoF is on, but hey, you get cool bokeh stars. AO - F6 DoF - F7 These keys might stick, or might not, idk, but I highly suggest you adjust them yourself in the Reshade App if they don't, pls don't blow up your computer for the "aesthetic".

COMPARISON

HOW TO INSTALL

Reshade 2, here's the link to the old binaries if you need them, and you need them, this won't work with any other version of Reshade, and although you can attempt to convert it to another version of Reshade, it likely won't look anything like pictured, as a lot of shaders were lost between 2 and 3.

Download the archive below, unzip, and just move the folder to your Reshade>Reshade>Presets folder.

Then open The Reshade Assistant app that came with the binaries you downloaded, and assuming you've already added your TS4 exe to your Profiles, click onto it in the Profiles tab twice, which will send you to the Presets tab, then click Sims_4_CLARITY twice, then click SAVE at the bottom to apply it.

Now if you aren't familiar with Reshade 2, you'll need to familiarize yourself on how to install it and all that. The only tutorial I know of is this one, which is for TS3, but it all works exactly alike, just locate your TS4 exe instead.

HOW TO UNINSTALL

Simply delete the preset in your Reshade>Reshade>Presets folder, and you'll be free of it.

NOTES

Credit goes to Reshade, and all the amazing people who create shaders for it.

Should you run into any issues feel free to inbox/DM me, and as for my TOU, use and reuse it as you like so long as you don't paywall it, and yes, this includes early access.

Credit would be nice, but isn't expected.

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Title : Only you

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Summary : Todoroki starts having a mental breakdown in the middle of the night and seeks you for comfort.

Word count : around 3,000 words

Warnings : A little bit angsty since he’s upset but nothing terrible. Definitely some fluff towards the end, but nothing too spicy.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

***Side Note: Sorry if it’s a little lengthy I just really love Shoto so🥰😂***

A soft sigh released from your lips as you laid against your mattress, your body remaining too awake to get any sleep. “Ugh, screw it.” You whispered to yourself, reaching for your phone to help you aimlessly pass the time since your body decided it didn’t want to sleep for tonight.

As you turned on your side to allow your phone to stay plugged in, your finger flicked across the screen, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed. However even as the minutes passed, you were no closer to getting any sleepier. In fact, you felt as if your body was waking up more and more with each second

“Ughhh, why won’t my body just sleep for once?!” An annoyed sigh jerked from your mouth as you placed your phone down onto your nightstand once more, slamming your head against your pillow in frustration. “Welp this is just great.” You mumbled into the fabric, wondering how this night could get any worse.

Then suddenly, a familiar sound filled your ears, one that was important enough for you to lift your head from its place on your pillow. Your eyes peered over to the glowing light of your phone, realizing a text message had popped up onto the screen. As your fingers retrieved the device to see who it was from, a soft smile curved your lips upwards when you it turned out to be none other than Shoto Todoroki.

All the frustration and the annoyance that had been built up inside of you only seconds ago was now gone. Your heartbeat slowed, the tension in your muscles lessened, and all because of the simple mention of your boyfriend’s name.

“Are you awake?” His message read.

You tapped on the notification, going into the messaging app to answer him. “Yes, unfortunately, why?”

His response appeared quickly, it’s words causing your eyebrows to raise. “Can I come and see you, please?”

Your head tilted in confusion as you skimmed across his message. “Where’s this coming from?” You thought to yourself. Usually he wasn’t one who broke the rules, he liked to keep to himself. But now he was asking to come to your dorm room, even though that wasn’t allowed. “Well I mean I don’t mind, but you know we’re not supposed to go into each other’s rooms right?” You answered, watching the speech bubble pop up to show that he was typing.

“I know, but can I just come anyways?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating what he could possibly be wanting at this time of night. Did he actually need something? Or was this just him being clingy, again? It was probably the second one, knowing how he is. For a guy so quiet and reserved around others, he was surprisingly clingy with you. Maybe that was just a side affect of how his childhood was. Growing up he didn’t receive a lot of affection, so whenever the two of you were together it was like he was trying to make up for all that he missed.

“Is something wrong?” You questioned, slowly becoming concerned at his display of persistence.

“I just need to see you.” He responded, followed by another text that only contained one word. “Please.”

You sighed, clenching your eyes shut in regret before you gave in, giving him the okay. “Alright, just make sure no one sees you.” Your muscles tensed again as your finger pressed send, praying he wouldn’t be caught on his way over.

Only seconds after your text went through you heard a quiet knock on your door. Your eyes narrowed as you quickly got up from your place on your bed, not expecting such a fast answer. You carefully reached for the nob once it was within reach and turned it slowly, preventing any noise that would alert anyone.

A gentle grin strung across your lips as you pulled the door open, revealing a comforting face standing before you. “That was quick. Were you waiting outside my door or something?” You chuckled, quietly beginning to tease him before you paused, realizing the expression plastered across his face.

His eyes were red, tired circles collected underneath them as you noticed the tear stains lining his cheeks. His face was painted with exhaustion and his body looked like it was minutes away from collapsing.

“Shoto?? What’s wrong??!” Your eyes quickly widened, your tone voicing concern as his face remained in agony.

“I…. he…” From the way his eyes glistened with new tears every second, it was obvious something had happened, however the quivering of his lips prevented him from speaking even the simplest of words. After a couple more failed attempts at explaining, he stopped trying, instead turning around to gently shut the door before suddenly pulling you into his arms.

It was all so fast, you barely had time to even register what had happened before he was already clinging to you. His arms strapped themselves around your back, allowing a quiet sigh to escape from him as if he was finally letting everything go.

“Sho, are you okay?” You spoke softly, feeling his body tremble against yours. However he remained silent, disregarding your questions as his hand reached up to the back of your neck, softly caressing the skin that sat beneath his fingers.

You understood he might need a few minutes before he was ready to talk so you didn’t push him about it. Instead your arms laced themselves around his waist, snuggling your head up against his chest as his grip around you tightened. It was comforting at first, his touch was always something that brought a sense of peace to your mind, however this time it quickly became a different story. As your head rested against him, your ears echoed with an unsettling sound. His heartbeat was quickening pace, its commotion vibrated so violently that you were surprised no one had barged in yet to see where the noise was coming from.

It was all too painful to listen too. Even his breathing was shortened and his hands were shaking, none of which was a normal state for him. He’s always been so calm, so collected, but here he was pouring his emotions out to you without saying a single word.

Despite his obvious display of distress, he still said nothing. Instead he settled on physical contact as the solution to whatever internal conflict he was facing. His other hand quickly trailed down to your waist, pulling your body closer to allow room for his face to softly nuzzle itself against your shoulder.

You had decided not to say anything since you didn’t want to pressure him, and seeing as how he was in such a fragile state right now it wasn’t a good idea to do anything that could worsen his condition. It definitely hurt at times, knowing he always avoided talking about things he was struggling with, because all you really wanted to do was help him. You wanted him to understand that he didn’t have to do everything on his own. That you wouldn’t shame him for being vulnerable and not always having things figured out. For you, it was normal to show emotions, but for him it was a sign of weakness, of failure, and the last thing he ever wanted to be in your eyes was a failure.

You had learned early on in your relationship that forcing questions on him would only result in more pain on both ends, that’s why you let him be. But as the room quickly filled with his sudden sobs, it became more difficult to resist speaking up. You felt his muscles tighten, tears quickly dampened your shirt and his grip around you grew even stronger than before. All of his pain, his suffering, everything was being reflected in his actions. And as his despair seemed to only strengthen by the minute, the question of whether or not you should speak up became a rope that tightened around your throat.

How much longer could you stay silent like this? How many minutes could you allow him to silently embrace you without a single explanation as to why? No matter how he would react, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, his cries were too painful to simply ignore.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your voice shattered the silence, almost making his body jump at the sudden commotion.

The quiet cries he let escape only seconds earlier quickly disappeared, along with any other noises present before. Your face winced in regret, assuming he was angered by your question. However his head slowly lifted and tilted downwards to face yours. The small beams of moonlight peaking through your blinds revealed nothing but a weak smile gracing his features.

“Not right now,” he spoke, brushing aside a strand of hair that hung in your face before continuing. “Maybe later, if you don’t mind.” He answered, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over his face once he realized what he had said.

How pathetic was he? To rush in here so unexpectedly and cause such confusion only to then deny you of an explanation the minute you asked about it? It wasn’t right for him to do this to you, he felt guilty for declining your offer, but he just couldn’t talk about it, not yet at least. It pained him to keep you in the dark like this, but it would hurt even more for him to relive the horrors he kept inside.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, clenching his eyes shut as his head lowered to the ground, tears drowning his eyes once more.

This wasn’t something he was naturally good at and it always frustrated him. He felt like a disappointment when it came to these types of situations. Unlike you, he didn’t know how to properly express his emotions. He was getting better of course, but he still struggled with it and that’s what annoyed him the most. He was supposed to be a hero, someone who’s strong and empowering, however here he was having a hard time simply explaining how he feels. If he couldn’t even say something so simple then what was he supposed to do?

“Shoto look at me.” You whispered, placing your hand on his cheek and softly caressing the skin that was situated there. However despite your command, he refused to look at you, ashamed to face you with all his flaws laid so helplessly bare before him.

You sighed quietly, confused at how he could feel so guilty to ask for your help even though you never refused to give it. “Please look at me.” You pleaded, finally causing his head to lift upwards at the desperate sound of your request. Your eyes instantly locked with his the moment his head tilted, finding nothing but a void of sadness filling inside them.

“You don’t have to be sorry, okay?” You whispered, continuing to gently rub his skin as you spoke. “If you need a little time before you can talk about it then I understand. I’m sorry if you thought I was pressuring you earlier when I asked you a question, I was just worried about if you were okay or not. But if you want me to wait then I’m more than happy to.” Your voice was so gentle, but the weight behind your words affected him more than you knew.

A heavy sigh of relief escaped from his lips, almost as if a large weight was suddenly pushed off his shoulders. “Thank you.” He gasped softly, slowly closing his eyes as he leaned his head against yours.

You were always so understanding and it meant the world to him. Most people quickly became frustrated with how closed off he could be, but not you. You were always patient with him, never once pressuring him to explain things right away because you knew he would always come to you when he was ready to talk.

“Thank you.” He repeated. His hand grasping the one of yours that rested on his cheek and intertwining your fingers together.

‘Of course,” you answered, a soft grin curving at the corners of your mouth when you felt his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin. “Do you want to lay down?” You asked, finding it a bit awkward at how you were quietly embracing each other in the middle of your dorm room.

“Mhm,” He hummed in response, slicking his other arm around your waist once more so he could pull you close.

You rolled your eyes softly, amused at the fact that the minute you asked him to move, his grip only became tighter. “Alright well if you want to lay in my bed then you have to let me go so we can walk over there okay?” You explained, glancing up at him to witness his eyes remaining closed.

“M’kay.” He answered, immediately moving his head to burrow itself in the crook of your neck. His lips then gently presented themselves against your skin, ignoring your words as he began to place soft kisses along your neck.

“Shoto?” You questioned, trying not to give into his delicate touch.

“Mmhm?” His response became muddled as his lips softly journeyed across your skin, your eyes closing as the sensation immediately sent goosebumps sprinting along your arms.

“You said…” Your words came to a stop, his gentle touch distracting you from completing your sentence. “You said you wanted to… to lay down didn’t you?” The words stuttered from your mouth as his lips traveled around your throat, causing you to lose your train of thought.

His response was nothing but another simple “Mhm,” as he continued his work along the soft skin of your neck, tracing every inch with his lips.

“Shoto…” Your voice was quiet, struggling to finish even a simple sentence as his mouth pleasantly massaged your neck. “Are you…. e-even listening to me?” You questioned, losing control of your thoughts for a minute as he continued his actions.

After a few more seconds his lips finally released their grip, placing one last peck to your skin before his head crept away from your neck and met your eyes once more. Then suddenly, without any warning, his hands reached down to your legs, using his strength to lift you into his arms as he carried you towards your bed.

“Yes, I was listening to you.” He replied to your previous question with a smirk as he released his grip, allowing your body to gently rest against the mattress.

“Why don’t you get yourself comfortable.” He insisted, refraining from joining you until you’d find a position that suited you the best. However it didn’t take long before you were already nagging him to lay down, explaining that you wouldn’t be comfortable unless he was next to you.

A tender smile sewed itself across his lips when he crawled next to you, quickly securing his arms around your figure as his body slid under the blankets. You immediately snuggled up next to him, resting your head against his chest and placing your hand on top of his.

“I love you.”

The words flew past your lips so casually, leaving you clueless to the effect it had on the boyfriend you were clinging to. That one simple sentence stopped him in his place, causing his heart to pump faster even though it wasn’t the first time he’s heard you say it. Those three beautiful words always seemed to make his heart melt, even more so when they were meant for him.

“I love you too...” His free hand soon found its way to the top of your head, proceeding to gently scratch your scalp in a pleasant manner. The feeling quickly lulled you to sleep in a matter of minutes, leaving you lost in a paradise that took place in your thoughts.

As soon as Shoto realized the sudden change in your movements, signaling to him that you had fallen asleep, he smiled. His grip around you grew tighter as he attempted to pull you even closer to him, snuggling his face against the top of your head and inhaling your comforting scent.

As he held you in his arms, everything he had been so upset about before seemed to disappear from his mind completely. He thought of nothing else but your presence before him. The frustration, the sadness, all of it had escaped from his thoughts the moment he felt your touch.

It was only you who could calm the raging storms that clouded his mind.

Only you who held the power to bring such a delicate smile to the man who rarely wore one.

You were the only person who had ever taken the time to truly understand him. Who accepted him for who he was, both the good and the bad sides.

As he glanced down to view you sleeping so soundly against him, he wondered how he ever got so lucky. The way you had always been so tender with him, even before you knew about his childhood struggles, warmed his heart. You never got angry with him for not opening up, understanding there were things he just couldn’t talk about. You always encouraged him as well, helping him restore a lost sense of confidence in himself and his abilities after his rageful father tore it down.

In Shoto Todoroki’s eyes, you were a gift, one he didn’t deserve. You found a way to sneak into the heart of a stone cold man and form it into a loving one. You helped him change into someone better, someone he was proud of, and that's something he strives to repay you for every single day.

“...more than you know,” His crisp voice suddenly re-entered the air to finish his earlier four word sentence.

“...More than anything.” The words dripped from his lips like honey, leaving a flavorful aftertaste.

“I really do mean that.” He reassured your sleeping figure with his confession, gazing longingly at you with the sweetest smile he’s ever expressed. One last kiss was placed on your forehead as his fingers reached to caress your cheek. “And I always will,” his voice entered the air for the last time before he closed his eyes, snuggling his head against yours and succumbing to his own paradise of much needed sleep.

~ This took me forever to write because I kept procrastinating but I hope you guys like it😁 ~

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If you want a safe way to try it, try using a virtual machine running linux mint to start with.

As for why you're getting propaganda, read below

Linux has recently started to become much more mainstream with non technical youtubers switching over to it and have been talking about their experiences in doing so. Among these are:

- PewDiePie

- Atomic Shrimp

- James Lee

There's a lot of reasons for it, but the short one is that this october, microsoft will cease mainstream Security patches for windows 10. As a note, this is the shortest support cycle they've ever offered (windows 7 was supported until 2020), and these security patches are installed silently in the background without prompting you, even for a restart, in windows 10. This leaves users with three options:

1. Stick with windows 10, despite the lack of security. - this is a terrible idea, as developers usually stop caring for backwards compatibility with recent updates, and these security patches are often the only thing stopping you from being hacked without any interaction on your end. You'd be surprised by the amount of compromising info you actually have on your computer, and how many times one of those silent security patches saved you from being screwed over.

2. Upgrade to windows 11 - this is a fairly unappealing option for a lot of people largely because windows 11 is... pretty annoying. The new features that are exciting and worth using are extremely buggy and broken. Several existing features have been removed, and the majority of new features are things like AI, crypto and advertising which are constantly pushed on you. Using windows 11 requires you to re-learn a lot of fundamental ideas within previous versions, at which point... many realise that option 3 is more appealing.

3. Switching OS - okay. I am an OG mac hater... but these days, even I can see that OSX is more appealing than using windows is now, because it's just, you know, an operating system. That said, some of windows 11's new features like virtual desktops and tiling are worth using...

If only there were an OS that had them already and had already patched out all the bugs many moons ago? Hmmmm.

Linux' biggest selling point is its customizability. The idea that your system can include as many cool features as you want, and as few annoying unfinished features as you want. Naturally it's also both been getting easier to use, and more capable.

Now that's not to say it's quite as easy to work with as other systems. Switching to linux is a bit like switching to mac, but with none of the guard rails, and if every major mac release was still recieving updates that spiralled off in their own directions. It can be pretty confusing to start with for sure. But it is certainly getting better.

Linux mint continues to be one of the best starting points for newcomers, and for gaming, linux has gotten really easy to work with. But. For other usecases, it can be a bit of a pain still. Specifically, photo editing is probably one of its weakspots, either requiring you to install a beta version of GIMP with multiple plugins, or to run through the grand riddle of figuring out how to install either photoshop or affinity using wine. It can also be tricky to work with more uncommon hardware (though there is a great app called input-remapper that has saved my ass so many times)

And of course sometimes you just encounter something that you need to fix or install and trying to fix it becomes a living nightmare because it feels like you're the first person in the history of the universe to encounter this issue. Tbh, that happens with every system, but especially when you're new to linux, it feels like the esoteric bug gods are targetting you specifically.

So. That's limnix. If you want recommendations lmk, otherwise, an easy way to try it out would be to install virtual box or vmware player, then install linux mint onto it.

Bro why is my dash filled with Linux propaganda I'm gonna get Ideas above my skill level and fuck up my pc trying to follow them.

[yonduismarrypoppins]

His primary motivation

Summary: You are Jacks primary motivation.

Photos aren’t mine, credit to og owners

Warnings: overuse of commas, shitty grammar, overload of fluff with a slight bit of angst, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of emotional neglect, a glass is broken and not-so-idiotic idiots in love

A/n: I just had a really cute dream about 2018!Jack and a best friends to lovers and Urban x best friend!reader so I guess this is a blurb (lies, I very much fleshed out the story) based on that. This is the first time I’m writing anything with intent to post it so be gentle, this was written in my notes app minutes after I woke up from the dream. I based the parents off of my parents the nickname is the one my mom made for me because of my obsession with ladybugs as a kid, lol. I hope you enjoy!

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Jack was having a get-together at his place to celebrate the release of his album ‘Loose’. You were sat on a couch with Jack on the far end, Urban right next to him with his arm around you when you got a text from your parents telling you to leave in 15 minutes and that they’d be outside in five.

“Your parents are just small minded, they don’t understand how we can be so different and close to each other.” Jack always said that to assure you that you we’re making the right decisions in life and it always worked.

You broke your train of thought at the sound of a glass breaking in the kitchen, immediately you got up to make sure that whoever was cleaning didn’t hurt themselves. Suddenly you felt a grip on your wrist that forced you to turn around. “Where are you going?” Jack said with a small pout on his face “I’m going to go help clean up.” You quickly bent down to give him a peck on the head, he released your arm and then you left for the kitchen.

As you were finishing helping Sunni safely clean up the glass you got another text from your father telling you he was outside and you needed to leave, now.

You quickly speed walked to the front dodging beer cans and food containers and grabbed your coat and your bag.

“Where are you going.” You heard Urban ask. You turned slightly towards him “I’m sorry I have to go, c,mere.” You held out your arms and he all but crashed into your chest. “Thank you for coming and helping Sunni out.” “No problem.” You broke the embrace and gave Urban a lingering kiss on his forehead, a common sight in your goodbyes, something you got from your mother. You pushed the glasses he was wearing ‘for fashion reasons’, his words not yours, up his nose, he giggled a little before you spoke again “I love you.” “I love you too.” Urban replied sweetly.

You separated completely and walked out the door, you spotted your parents car across the street in front of a house with a ‘for sale’ sign on the yard. Before you made it to the car you heard a screen door open and shut quickly making you turn around. You saw Jack speeding towards you, you quickly began to move at the same pace towards him crashing into each other with a warm embrace when you finally caught up with each other.

“Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?” You moved away from his chest, still holding onto each other “I texted you” “You know damn well a text ain’t enough for me.” “Yes, yes I do.” After a minute you pushed at his chest to separate. “Oh so now your pushing me?” He pushed at your chest “Yep.” You playfully went back and forth eventually starting to walk backwards with Jack. All of a sudden you were in the grass next to the concrete walking-path.

You and Jack took a moment to laugh at the action before he lifted you up. “My Prince Charming.” “Always”.

There was a moment of silence when you swore that yours and Jacks hearts were beating at the same erratic pace. You both leaned in slowly waiting for the other to end your joint suffering, when your lips grazed a loud ‘HONK’ startled you apart. The headlights of your parents car were on and you could see them inside, the same stern expressions they always wore.

“I’m sorry.” You tilted your head down in embarrassment. “Don’t apologize for your parents.” Jack pulled you into a sweet embrace, “I love you, you know that?” “Yea, I love you too, and stop worrying about your album, it’s perfect.” “Thank you ladybug.”

Your face heated at the nickname he gave you after the first time you meet in pre-k when he pulled a ladybug out of your hair.

You took a step back from Jack, looking in his eyes in a way that told him exactly how you felt about your almost kiss. “Bye, Jack-Jack.” “Bye, ladybug.” Jack watched as you walked to your parents black suv, you turned around to open your door, you waved and he waved back with a knowing grin. You turned back around and finally got in the car.

As your father pulled away you stared at Jack in the driveway for as long as possible, until you couldn’t see him anymore. “Do you understand what could happen if you keep staying out this late? Do you?” Not realizing you tuned out another one of your parents famous lectures you responded quickly, “Yes sir.”

Jack stood outside until he couldn’t see your car, not because he didn’t want to go inside but because he wishes he never let you get into that car. He knew of the emotional abuse and neglect that you suffered at the hands of your parents, he had to watch you suffer the consequences. Helping you with your anxiety attack before your valedictorian speech at graduation and realizing that this was the only time he had ever seen your father with anything compared to a smile. Your mother had the same scowl on her face, no doubt coming up with ways to pick at your looks.

Jack didn’t know if you knew exactly how much he cared about you. He guessed you didn’t because if he did you’d know that his motivation to become a rapper wasn’t to meet his idols, get girls or be famous. It was to get you away from your parents and give you the life you deserve.

You were his primary motivation.

Ps: I searched ‘Lovecore’ Google for my header image, link; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/795026140454378645/