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[born-again-whore]

The official Alien Stage just uploaded a new comic and I really wanted to translate to share with English speakers! I'm sorry it's so rushed I did it as quick as I could. I tried to maintain accuracy to the literal Korean as well as convey overall message. Sorry for any mistakes! Please check out the official as well! Thank you!

(No reposting my TL without asking, thank you! Part 2 will be added as a reblog since it's more than 10 pages sorry)

* I couldn't figure out how to translate this sorry.

** I wasn't sure who they were referring to, apologies again, but I hope it's still clear enough.

[evintide]

shakespeare aesthetic.

romeo & juliet. suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.

hamlet. speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn. mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter & spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

twelfth night. wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses & a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.

macbeth. the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12 : 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.

much ado about nothing. the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall. hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down & thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, & her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.

king lear. cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

a midsummer night’s dream. the smell of wet soil & dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body & not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.

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[songofsaraneth]

okay now you, top 5 rote characters? 👀

ohoho OKAY here we go

5. while none individually are in my top single characters i actually do wanna give this place to the Dragons, collectively, because they were why i picked up the universe in the first place. I was working my way through books with dragons in them and actually read the Rain Wilds books first (because someone told me they worked standalone) and while I think this series is the weakest in the RotE universe now that I've read the rest, it got me interested enough in the worldbuilding to go back to the start and see what was up with Tintaglia and those serpents and ships and whatnot. I like that they're haughty and entitled and annoying. RotE dragons are much more like cats in personality than anything else, which was a nice change from the themes i was getting in the other books i worked through of 1. beasts to be dominated or 2. wise and mysteriously good/kind with very little complexity to that despite being, you know, huge apex predators.

4. KETTRICKEN. god im OBSESSED with the mountain kingdom and their concept of ruling... my love my queen my Sacrifice... uhg I love how much she grows from angry angsty girl into a monarch. and she never lets go of her mountain concept of rulership despite spending way more of her life in the duchies surrounded by people who'd love for her to step back and do less. but what really makes her my personal blorbo is the way she comforts Fitz when no one else is paying enough to attention to realize how close to breakdown he is at any given point. Hugging him. Drugging him to make sure he has a good nights sleep. Like she was the ONLY ONE who TRULY wept with him for Nighteyes and understood what that loss meant to him, not just because she had her own bond with Nighteyes but knew Fitz's went so much deeper than hers and that he wouldn't take the space to grieve that loss when needed on his own. Kettricken just... cares. about people, about the kingdom, about everything, and does what she can for them.

3-2-1 im cheating im cheating im cheating and my top 3 are of course a 3-way-tie of THE trio, Nighteyes, the Fool, and Fitz. honestly how could they not be 😭 i love them in part because i love what they each are to the other... like everyone else from Fitz's early life hurt him in terrible ways (Burrich, Chade, Verity, Shrewd... fuck man) but he imprinted on them anyway, because he was a sad scared lonely child who had just been ripped away from everything he knew. as soon as he got 1 singular crumb of kindness from anyone he fell into full devotion even when what they had him do was to his own detriment, again and again. And it's the person who is SUPPOSED to be the one pushing him into certain paths, watching him fall into prophecy and die who, counter to what you'd think, is not that kind of person. The Fool is the one who is most painfully aware of everything Fitz can do and how to point him towards it but he always somehow gives Fitz a choice about it, not an order or demand. And Nighteyes bonds to Fitz and is the one true, solid bond where he's not trying to use Fitz for anything, he just wants them to both Be. And selflessly gives up the kind of life they could have had together, with other wolves or other witted, for Fitz's sake. It's funny that these two relationships for Fitz are almost opposite in a way... he and Nighteyes are so entwined that even other Witted are disturbed by how close they are, and how little they have reserved for themselves. Meanwhile Fitz spends so many books trying to keep the Fool at arm's length despite how powerfully they are drawn back to each other again and again. Fitz throws himself into Nighteyes as a way to escape himself, but can't bear to let himself get too close to the Fool because he's afraid of what that bond would mean with another human, especially one he perceives as male. And it takes him sooooooo many books to finally get past that but thas growth baby! Anyway that difference makes it funny to me how Nighteyes/the Fool comparatively very quickly settle into a comfortable dynamic. Nighteyes accepts the Fool as part of their Pack, the Fool accepts Nighteyes as an integral part of Fitz, and they get on with keeping each other warm in the woods while trying to manage Fitz's much more complicated problems. uhg they are all my own Beloved.

[thedevilsrain]

i overall agree with you that his character suffered a big bout of degradation, but i'd argue it began even before that, around chapter 6-7. for me the turning point was simply when he stopped being competent and became a nuisance; in veni, vidi, vici (the italy chapter) specifically, where he's the reason dorian gets arrested and hit by the major and all that.

beforehand i think that though eccentric, as you mentioned, he was still a capable accountant and a funny cute little thing, but afterwards he became more of a nuisance to team eroica, where everybody is trying to get rid of him and calling him a "thing" so own and so forth — in a manga that's all about the realism of the cold war, it feels really jarring to go from real life political happenstances to "look at this funny man in a toilet" lmao

my friend @/kanhatomame and i had a discussion about james once, and i'm really fond of her idea of james as a tragic one-sided attraction story, that coming in first and the whole stingy guy coming in second as a comedic gag (sort of like klaus and his anger and dorian and Being Gay)

i think the main problem with eroica is that it was very much a development stage in yasuko aoike's ouvre for like nine years (where she was mostly focusing on research and drawing the thing more than anything) before she found out what she liked drawing best — medieval stories! every manga she has after eroica is a medieval story. so a lot of it can feel unfinished and disappointing, and imo nothing represents that better than james

Okay, Eroica confession time.

Y'all know that I love Mr. James. And I do, throughout the series, love seeing what he's up to, especially when the rest of Team Eroica aren't around. That being said, I think his character peaked in "The Alaskan Front" and went swiftly downhill from there.

Words alone cannot express how happy I was in "TAF" when I saw my favorite little gremlin go out onto the open ocean alone in his patched up little raft to go try to find Dorian by himself. It didn't matter that it was a very ineffective way to search for a Soviet submarine, it didn't even matter that the money printing plates he so coveted were also with Dorian. My little man was showing actual personal growth in the way he risked his own life trying to find his beloved Earl. And I wish that character development had stayed in the series in following chapters, but instead we get James agreeing to sell his allies out in the very next arc.

I'm not saying James has to be a saint. He can make mistakes that end up making things difficult for Team Eroica. And he can certainly keep his eccentric personality. But he can have all that and still continue to learn and grow and prove that he values Dorian as more than just a source of income or exploitation, or even as a romantic infatuation. But that just doesn't happen, instead his character development goes backwards for no reason, and it's really a shame, because there was a lot that could have been built off of what happened in "The Alaskan Front". There was a lot of potential there that was never used.

[ivystoryweaver]

your dads rival!leto atreides headcanons were delicious what do you think about dads rival!nathan bateman?

Your Father’s Rival!Nathan Bateman

Would Nathan engage in mainstream, juvenile behavior simply to piss off his rival? (Yes. Yes he would) Notes: smut, a bunch of oral, language. it's naughty

Word count: 3k

The above^ mentioned Father'sRival!Leto Atreides hc's @reallyrallyauthor received similar asks (Father's Rival!Nathan) and you HAVE to read the thots and headcanons - they are amazing

Everyone’s on Bluebook. Everyone. Except your family. Your friends never stop complaining about it. Your dad owns a less popular, less lucrative, but still - formidable social media platform, in addition to the rest of his business

And he hates Nathan Bateman.

He and Nathan went to school together-ish, briefly. Your dad was a superstar TA, about to finish his master's degree, when a sixteen-year-old freshman stole his spotlight. Nathan finished his two degrees and all his postgraduate work in two years,

Never got a doctorate because it was “boring.”

Your dad insists Nathan stole the idea for Bluebook. You just laugh at him. “Sure, he did, Dad.”

Despite your father's insistence to the contrary, you show up on Bluebook because you’re always in pictures with your friends.

One day your friend calls you absolutely freaking out. After a string of “oh my god oh my god's” she finally tells you that Nathan Bateman himself has liked her photo.

“Sure he did,” you deadpan. (Do you ever believe anyone?)

The next picture posted with you in it (by a completely different friend) gets a like from him. Then another, and another. One of your friends starts to put it together. Nathan has liked seventeen pictures by 6 different friends and the only connecting factor is that you are in each of them.

Then you get the email. “Nathan Bateman has invited you to join Bluebook.” You laugh. Sure it’s him. As if the reclusive billionaire plays middle school games.

But out of overwhelming curiosity and pure, college rebellion, you sign up before you can think too hard about it.

Your friends go crazy. “Look who’s finally here!” You get tagged in a hundred and one things…and Nathan likes every single one of them.

“Nathan Bateman follows you.” With the authenticated checkmark and everything. Your friends become obsessed. They follow every like, screenshotting and reposting like crazy.

Of course, by now, your father is livid. This is a betrayal of your entire family, apparently.

"You cannot give that man an inch," your dad rants, attempting to lecture you while you make dinner.

"What does that even mean?" You huff.

"He's using you to get to me," he conspiratorially rambles, pacing back and forth. "He's trying to destroy me. He's trying to take you away from me."

"He liked some pictures," you shrug, rolling your eyes. "Besides, he probably has like perfect models at his house every other weekend. He definitely doesn't want to take me anywhere."

An alert on your phone chimes.

Nathan Bateman. "Come to a party with me."

Oh shit.

"Who is that?" Your dad practically roars, fearing the worst. He is, unfortunately, correct in assuming Nathan is making a move. Or shit-shirring, whichever.

"Dad, I'm not answering that question." You fold your arms over your chest, tucking your phone out of his sight. "I'm twenty-two. Not twelve."

You lock yourself in your room and reply to Nathan, your heart pounding in your chest as you do.

"How did you get this number?"

"You signed up for Bluebook," He sends back. "I'll pick you up tonight at 10:00."

"Wait, tonight? Where are we going? What do I wear?"

"What you're wearing right now is fine. See you then."

What you're wearing right now.... is he spying on you?

You, of course, change out of your around-the-house clothes and dress in what you hope is passable party attire.

A limo arrives at 10:00 sharp to pick you up and you dart out the door, thankful your dad is already snoring on the couch. The driver opens the door for you, but the car is otherwise empty.

Your phone dings. "You changed clothes. I told you not to."

Your mouth drops open as you furiously type back, "You're really fucking creepy."

"Thank you"

You arrive at the nicest hotel in the city and are shuffled up to the penthouse. Nathan himself greets you in a white undershirt, thin gray joggers and bare feet. The shirt hugs his impressive muscles while the joggers highlight a bulge between his legs that makes your eyes linger.

"Jesus, that took forever. Should've sent the chopper."

He turns on his heel and walks inside, assuming you'll follow, which you do. Glancing around, you realize no one else is at this "party"

He plops down at a dining room table, pulls one leg up into his chair, grabs some chopsticks and continues eating a meal he started without you.

Noticing you standing there, stupefied, he motions to the chair across from him with his chopsticks.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, folding your arms over your chest.

Dark eyebrows shoot up over his wire frames questioningly.

"I'm allergic to shellfish...and basically like the whole ocean."

(He knows)

"Shit," he laughs. "Better not post a picture of our date, then, or your father will accuse me of attempted murder."

“Date? This is supposed to be a party."

Before he answers you, he holds up his phone and snaps your picture.

"What the hell are you - "

Ding, ding, dingdingingngngngg before you can even finish your sentence, your phone blows up with Bluebook notifications.

Nathan Bateman has tagged you in a photo. It's you, standing here, now. Thank god you dressed cute, but the expression on your face could be better. Still, you've looked worse.

But it's the caption. My fucking hot date

Nathan grabs the phone out of your hand and silences it, making sure it doesn't vibrate either.

"You have notifications on? Desperate." He tuts condescendingly.

You snatch the phone back and whack Nathan on the arm. "You said party. Not date. Do you ever tell the truth?"

He shrugs. "Well...you are fucking hot."

Smooth. “Why…am I here exactly?”

He nods, shoveling more fish into his mouth. “I know you ate dinner with your dad, but those Italian subs you like are on the way if you’re still hungry.”

"Mr. Bateman, really - "

He snorts. "Mr. Bateman was my father."

You gasp in mock surprise. "You mean to tell me you didn't come out of a test tube?"

He motions at you with his chopsticks. "Where do you get that sense of humor? Certainly not from your father. I've never met anyone with less imagination."

"What do you want, Nathan? Assassination by shellfish?" You fold your arms over your chest. "No way am I worth all this effort."

"Nonsense, I've been orchestrating our meeting for some time." Finally he confesses. "I’m buying out your father’s company and I want you to convince him to surrender peacefully.”

You don’t even know where to begin. Your dad is selling? Nathan’s buying? “You would never need someone like me for something like that.” You call his bluff.

He insists he’ll make it worth your while.

“How?”

He shrugs. “I have a huge dick.”

Wha? “You’re disgusting.”

“Why? According to your porn history, you fantasize about riding a big dick. I have one. Your dad surrenders peacefully, you get to ride my dick.”

"If you wanted me to touch you, you shouldn't have covered yourself in deadly allergens. Dumbass."

He continues eating. “Your loss. Your dad will already think we fucked though.”

He’s right. Everyone will actually, after that picture.

“So you might as well at least get a hate fuck out of it.”

“I hate you,” you redundantly declare. You head for the door. He is way over the line.

“You’ll be back.”

The aftermath is absurd. Your father is enraged, your friends will not shut up about your “date” with Nathan (and demand the details about the alleged sex you had with him).

Nathan sends flowers. Tulips (your favorite) mixed with stargazer lilies (which you’re allergic to). 'Miserable without you' the card says.

Your father half seriously threatens to kick you out.

Nathan tags you on Bluebook, saying you’re going to Hawaii together, if you’ll stop being mad at him.

From there, interested people start a whole narrative online, quickly and easily convincing themselves that you’re together. He texts you for weeks (You text him back. He's funny) and even calls you sometimes.

One evening, his face appears on your screen - a call you didn't accept. "Why are you stalking me?"

"Did you pack for Hawaii yet? I sent some things over."

He's working out. No glasses. Tank top. Sweat. Muscles. Fuck, he's hot.

"Yes, Nathan, I got all twenty packages." With beautiful clothes and accessories exactly your size and style. Damn him.

"But you didn't pack?" He waves his hand dismissively. "Fuck it, I'll buy you new stuff when we get there."

You remind Nathan how he is trying to destroy your father's company, not to mention steal your inheritance, so there is definitely no way you're going to Hawaii with him.

"Come over then. No shellfish, I swear. I'll eat you out instead."

Holy shit.

You’re stupefied.

He groans.

“Are you going to stare at the screen or go outside and get in the limo? I’m waiting.”

This time, the limo takes you to a helipad. You reluctantly climb on a helicopter, briefly wondering if this is a corporate kidnapping or the first leg of your alleged Hawaiian adventure. After quite a long ride, you arrive at a well hidden, sprawling estate, tucked effortlessly into the side of a mountain.

It’s freezing, but Nathan waits for you in a light windbreaker and joggers, with bare feet.

You’re secretly thrilled that he’s waiting to greet you. He kisses your cheek almost affectionately, then turns on his heel and walks away. You follow, naturally.

Once inside, he motions to a gigantic vase filled with calla lilies. “Those are for you. My assistant sent you those fucking stargazer lilies. Well, former assistant. By the way, do you want a job?”

Your hands land on your hips. “You already tried to kill me with shellfish, so I just assumed stargazer lilies were the next logical step. And did you seriously just ask me if I want to be your personal assistant? On the heels of you stealing my inheritance?”

“My assistant made almost as much as your father pays himself before I fired him,” he scoffs, pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger. "I'm not touching your inheritance." He nods to a stack of papers. "It's all right there. Have your attorneys take a look."

Slowly you approach the table, tracing one fingertip over the beautiful calla lilies before reaching for the papers. You sigh, shaking your head. "You're talking about my dad's life work. He'll never agree."

Nathan shrugs one shoulder. "He said he would if I'd leave you alone. Never see you again, ghost you."

Your eyes go wide. "Then what am I doing here?"

He waves his hand dismissively, inching toward you. "I still have to eat you out."

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Nathan's thick beard and perfect lips have been nestled scandalously between your thighs for thirty-eight minutes. You've gushed all over him twice, in, hands down, the best orgasms you've ever had in your life.

Better than anybody before him. Better than your vibrator. And your other vibrator.

Your fingertips play with his fuzzy hair as your hips eagerly rock into his face again and again. Tears streak down your cheeks, pooling on the couch pillow under your hair. The overstimulation is like nothing you've ever dreamed - searing every nerve ending in delicious torture.

But you can't stop and he won't stop.

You thought he was fucking with you when he asked you to come over so he could eat you out. He hasn't even used his fingers - only his lips and tongue, stroking, licking, sucking, swirling, fucking up into you over and over. His thick fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place while his thumbs languidly trace the sensitive spot where your ass meets the back of your thigh.

Body shuddering in rapture, you teeter on the precipice of another wave of pleasure tinged with the slightest discomfort skittering along your spine because it's just too fucking much.

"Nathan...Nathan," you breathlessly moan, halfheartedly attempting to push his shoulders away from your pussy.

He raises his head just long enough to meet your blissed out, watery gaze, smiling in satisfaction. "You're close, honey. Give me one more." And dives back in without a moment's hesitation.

"oh fuck..." incoherent moans and gasps follow as he suckles your clit between his lips so tortuously your back arches off the couch. His tongue joins, rapidly flicking your swollen bud as you shatter and gush, squirting all over his tongue and soaking his beard.

Your vision goes white and your body limply falls away from his mouth as he releases you, groaning with the satisfaction that his rival's daughter is underneath him, whimpering and squirting.

His cock is so hard it hurts and he's leaked through his thin joggers, rubbing himself against your leg while he got you off. Now, as you come back to yourself, he pulls his dick out and jerks it rough and quick, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy that he can still taste in his mouth.

Your eyes flicker open to the sight of Nathan, pants pooled at his ankles, thick fingers wrapped around his dick. He was not lying. His cock is huge. Not comedically huge, like ridiculously, unfuckably huge, but definitely the thickest and longest you've ever had.

Not that you've had him. Yet.

Wetting your lips, you reach up to help him jerk off, which pulls a filthy string of curses from his lips. Pushing your fingers through his, you work up and down his shaft, bringing your other hand underneath him to cup his balls. He hisses and then groans as your tongue swirls over his leaking tip.

"If Daddy could see you now. Naked, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. Fuck..."

You should be mad, or something. But you open your mouth wider and let Nathan push his cock all the way to the back of your throat, gagging as you swallow his tip. The most beautiful, dirty sounds you've ever heard from a man fall out of his lips as he thrusts a few times in rapid succession, praising and degrading you in the same sentence.

You can't breathe, tears burn your eyes, but through your cloudy vision, you can see his lips moving like a prayer, corded neck straining as he releases his hold in his dick and grips the nape of your neck, fucking your face, thrusting so hard you know your jaw will be sore for days.

You keep jerking him, fondling and caressing every bit of him that won't fit in your mouth. It's been a long time since you sucked a cock, and never one this big, but you keep taking it because he sounds weak for you and he's calling you his and telling you how good you feel.

Your mind fleetingly drifts to the safe word he gave you before he dove into your pussy: the one you shrugged off, as if he could possibly make you need it.

He scoffed at you. "Honey, if you don't wanna safeword tonight, I'm doing something wrong."

"Asshole," you huffed as he licked the first stripe between your folds, sending your head flying back and your mouth gasping.

You tap his leg forcefully three times and he instantly pulls out of your mouth as you gag and sputter, your weight falling forward. Bracing yourself on your hands, you drag in gulps of air, realizing that Nathan is above you finishing himself off, getting off on the fact that he's ruined you.

Hot spurts of come splatter across your bare shoulders and back. "Stay down," he orders, sent over the edge by the sight of you naked and on all fours. He unloads on you, painting your skin until he's spent. He flops back on the other end of the sofa, half naked, limp dick flopping as his eyes squeeze shut in bliss.

You're drenched in cum and sweat and your slick, filthy and somehow still wildly turned on. The thought fleetingly crosses your mind - that you wish Nathan would take your picture. Not to post, but it would just feel deliciously dirty to know he had a picture of your naked body, covered in his cum, that he could jerk off to.

"I should post a picture of you now," he lazily grins, reading your mind. "Really piss him off. Get banned from my own site."

You stand, hands landing on bare hips. "Are you going to mention my dad every time we fuck?"

He chuckles, standing to join you. "Have we even really fucked yet? Let's clean up. Our flight to Hawaii is in four hours."

"Hawaii again?" You gasp. "Nathan - "

"Look, you drive a hard bargain," he concedes, throwing his hands up. Reaching for his glasses, he kicks off his joggers off his ankles, now as naked as you. "Final offer: I'm already getting your dad's company. He's being fairly compensated. You still get your inheritance and you have generous stock in my company."

Inching forward, he reaches for the swell of your hips, pulling you flush against his muscled chest. "You get to ride my dick, you come with me to Hawaii, I get to post a selfie of us in bed together."

Your mouth drops open.

"Just from the shoulders up," he counters, before you can fire off a protest.

"I don't think I'm getting much out of this deal," you pout. "Your dick can't be that good."

"It is," he almost playfully assures you, nodding rapidly.

As you roll your eyes, he nibbles on your bottom lip. "Come on. I've never made this much effort for anyone."

"You hate my dad that much?"

"No. I want to fuck you that much."

"You're full of shit, Bateman."

"Smile." He snaps your picture. You dive for the phone, squealing at him not to post it. He has no intention of doing so, but attempting to wrestle the phone away from him is how you end up on his living room floor, riding his huge dick.

As your eyes roll back in your head while you're coming, Nathan smirks victoriously.

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[biteofcherry]

Thot of the day:

Most people didn't even have the guts to look him straight in the eye. Much less to take a stand against his rule.

Yet here you were.

Wearing only a lace set, with your skin shimmering with golden dust and sweat; you stood proudly in front of Lloyd Hansen himself.

Not once did you look away from him, not even when the pathetic scum of a client rambled his complaints to Lloyd. He was disgusting back in the private room and even more so now, as he spread himself on the couch like he owned the place.

He didn't. And you knew that soon enough - no matter what Lloyd's decision regarding your case would be - the man was going to be taught a lesson.

Because no one should feel equal to Lloyd, especially not on his turf. Not in his club.

As the douchebag spilled his annoying complaints, Lloyd's eyes were focused on you.

At first it was a sharp glare, which would make many cower back in fear. Then he scanned you head to toe, a glimmer of interest softening his lethal look.

The scumbag kept talking when Lloyd suddenly lifted his hand in a silencing gesture. The man tried to talk past it, but one hiss from Lloyd shut him up immediately.

Lloyd nodded at you.

"You work for me, Sunshine." He reminded you. "I expect best performance from my employees. Why do I have to suffer a migraine from this idiot's complaints about your duties?"

"I do work for you," you replied, coolly. "I dance on the stage. I give private dances. I strip, if a client pays extra. But I won't let anyone grope me. Nor will I agree to any of the sleazy demands he made."

Lloyd seemed more curious than angry. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes shifting to your cleavage and back to your face.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because I work for you and you haven't agreed to it."

Corner of Lloyd's mouth curved up in a smirk, which then spread into a full, shark-like grin.

"You're a smart-ass, aren't you Sunshine?" He chuckled.

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[papurgaatika]

I have many ideas so I’ll probably send them as separate asks to make things less confusing hahaha! So with today’s clip (Sunday) of Pedro as Marcus Acacius for gladiator 2 talking, I’ve been overwhelmed with thots of this man 😩😩 His voice is just soooo damn sexy I cannot jesus christ ☠️ Thinking of his voice reminds me of VA!Joel too! 🤩

elsie elsie elsie!!! this was so big beautiful brained of you. unfortunately im beyond busy and got about 50% of the way through something for this and NOW its kinktober SOOOOOOO without further ado, the ramblings of my mind:

featuring everyone's favorite VA!Joel

VA!Joel setting up a poll for the listeners to pick his next themed audio and it’s a historical romance. He’s bitching and moaning about having to do a stupid British accent and act all proper, but during a movie night with peaches, the idea of doing an ancient Roman gladiator comes to him. He props himself up on his chair, jots down a few ideas that come to him (a few that he stole from watching what had her biting her lip during the movie), and hits record. “Delicate little flower,” his voice is a rich honey, pulling them in as he croons out into the microphone “they have kept you so pure and perfect for me… I cannot wait to ruin you”  You, however, have to take off your headphones and pause for a moment when you take the time to beta his audio. You grab your phone and shoot him a quick text of you’re batshit insane, u know that right??? Joel, who hates texting with all of his heart replies with a very simple: What did I do? Everything alright, Peach? Always a dolt, or perhaps just feigning innocence, a groan leaves your lips at his reply. You don't even bother to send him a response, just take a breath and restart the audio that was calling out to you like the spindle in sleeping beauty, aware of how it would knock you on your ass.  “Do not fret, my little flower. I know how to take care of you” you giggle at joel, the next night when he comes over “joel, I love you, but that was cheesy” You had written down a few lines that you had wanted to have him take out of the audio, not that they were bad, but he wanted the criticism. That’s why he asked you and not another creator online.  He gives you a completely blank look. “It worked for the audio, dont be difficult” he scoffs, poking your side, making you squeak. You go to retort, something about the flow of the words already at the tip of your tongue, but he cuts you off before you get a word in “Sure as hell had your thighs pressed together real close when we watched the movie baby.”  Your cheeks flush almost immediately, the shit-eating grin on his face not making it easy for you to get away with it. “That's not even-” you sputter “I wasn't- shut up!” you huff, burying your face in the singular extra pillow he had on the bed. You hear joel let out a cackle beside you, his breath warm against the back of your neck as you grumble about him being mean to you.

[born-again-whore]

I get sick on Saturday and suddenly my whole life is consumed by an internet series of short videos about restaurant employees and their daily shenanigans played by one middle aged man with such raw magnetic chemistry with himself that I go through his entire YouTube channel in under a week

[seongminiz]

okay😓😓 well i hope you feel better ❤️‍🩹 🫶🏻 in the meantime i will try to help distract with siren thots (but also no pressure still)‼️

idk who u wanna talk about but i was thinking about juyeon😩 and how you’d said about kissing to keep breathing underwater,, but the siren’s spit is an aphrodisiac and you’re just overwhelmed and overstimulated by the pleasure you’re receiving because you need to keep kissing to stay breathing, stay alive.. u have no choice hehe🤭 and besides, he won’t let u go out of his grasp either.. i imagine sirens are strong, and he can hold you against his body tightly to keep you safe

and then u also mentioned the eggs… breeding.. i’m dizzyzyzyy but if u don’t mind 👉🏻👈🏻 are u able to clarify what u mean by that? before i go off cuz idrk what im imagining for that😓

- 🧁 anon

I WAS WRITING A REPLY N ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THE TUMBLR APP OMFG WHY IS THE UNIVERSE TORTURING ME LIKE THIS

anyways :3

YEAHHH OMG JUYO :( idk why i've been sooo in my tbz era lately probably bc of the tour n everything 💔

but yea uhm siren juyo ☆_☆ siren juyeon who is so strong n ur life quite literally depends on him when ur underwater so ur clinging to him the whole time n he thinks ur so cute for it if he could he'd just keep us as like his pet or something :( but like in a very fucked up possessive way 😵‍💫😵‍💫

honestly !! idk abt the eggs bc when i mentioned it i didnt rlly think much abt it 😭 it was a time where i was reading a lottttt of monsterfucker smut n was just like mhhh that sounds neat 👍🏻 but didnt think it through 🥲 so like ,, omfg this is so embarrassing let me switch to the small font so i dont feel like im yelling this to the whole world 😭 so yeah uhhh i kinda looked up .. ovipositor toys :] n they r basically like dildos but the top part is 'open' (?) n the eggs go through it so its basically like a tube n OMG THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING TO EXPLAINNNN but also .. it would be kinda hot .... ok bye srry if this is weird im . yea 🫥 so like just think of that instead of a normal dick ig ?? but also i was thinking me personally it would kinda freak me out if it was already open while looking at it like srry siren juyo ur hot asf but . no 🫶🏻 so like instead of that it 'opens up' (? when hes abt to cum/breed u/push the eggs inside of u also like ik fish eggs r usually rlly small but since sirens r human sized (if not even bigger bc yea why not size kink yay) so it'd be like normal eggs bc yea thats hotter than the fish ones 🫠👍🏻

this was so rambly n embarrassing im so sorry 😭

[sebsxphia]

Seb, I know I have said it a million times, but I'm going to say it a million more whether it's here or in private messages. Thank you for your posts. And I don't just mean your writing (although it always makes my day. Especially on my bad ones, curling up with my sloth stuffie and reading through for comfort) but for you. You take the time to say hello, to check in, to let everyone ramble, and let people talk. You let everyone be who they want, and you provide a safe place. I come to Tumblr to get away from everything, whether it's my personal life, politics, drama... I know your page is immediately the place I can go to so I can shut my brain off. On this app, this blog, I can just let myself enjoy any silly posts or jokes, see the soft thoughts or the thots.

I don't know if you know how much it means to me to just have you here. And I hope soon I'll be back to writing once my mental health is better (I am working with my therapist!) And I can maybe bring you some of that joy too. I try to make my page drama free and politically free, so people have the opportunity to be relaxed also. The only "drama" (although i dont see it as drama personally) I know I step in is defending other writers. Cause seb, you and so many others, if you get even a little hate, just send them my way. I'll go right up to bat for ya ❤️

Sorry, got a little off topic (apparently when showing my love for people that happens. Who knew?)

But still, even if you chose to stop writing and just wanted to be a chat blog, I would be here. You became such a great friend, honestly.

Thank you ❤️

gabbie 🥺🥺🥺

i’m sorry i took a while to reply to this. i had it in my inbox and i just kept re-reading it and tearing up and feeling all mushy 🥺

i’m at a complete loss for words and overwhelmed (in the best way!) with this sweet and thoughtful message. i hope you know this has truly made my entire week and i really needed to read this rn. goodness, i’m just so honored and happy to hear that my lil blog can provide that comfort and safe place for you. it’s music to my ears. 💗

i know i’ve said it before, but i’ve always wanted this lil blog to be a safe place and let people come ramble, talk or vent, and it makes my heart swell that it’s perceived like that.

i’m also so pleased to hear that you’re working with your therapist! i hope you’re taking it slow and taking care of yourself, because you deserve it my lovely angel! you are so sweet, kind and wonderful and i’m just so thrilled to call you my friend, and an incredibly wonderful friend at that! 🥹💗

do not apologise one bit, my love. spreading love and joy is a okay here! thank you so much for this message and thank you for just being the lovely and kind soul that you are, inside and out. i’m sending you so much love my angel, mwah mwah mwah! 💗💕💓🫶🏼

[arachine]

LEXI I CAME TO ASK IF YOUD SEEN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE JUST TO SEE ALL THE STUFF YOU REBLOGGED??

I LOVED IT SOOOO MUCH LIKE I WAS SHAKING IN MY SEEATTTTT MANNNNN IT WAS TOO GOODD

(i am soooo close to becoming a spiderverse blog istg)

tell me alllll your thots abt it plzzzz🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

BAE LEMME FUCKING TELL YOU!!//!/!

i watched it a few days ago and??? i’m still in a state of utter shock and bewilderment??? like physically i’m home, but mentally i am still sitting in my theatre chair, with my jaw agape.

it was brilliant and—i truly can’t stress this enough—a MASTER CLASS of a movie. animation as a medium is so underestimated, but i really believe in my heart of hearts that it’ll open up so many doors for other films to come.

there’s so many things i can get into, but first i wanna talk about the color palettes designed for each character!!! i think the animators’ use of colors bode exceptionally well to showcase the characters’ emotions and innermost thoughts/feelings. take gwen for example: her color palette is usually hues of blue and cold tones, and when she’s unsure of herself or feeling down, the background/environment around her, reflects that. you see it a lot when she’s switching back and forth between her earth, and miles’—but especially so when she’s in her room. all the furniture appears abstract, and it’s constantly changing in appearance because she isn’t allowing herself to really focus on her surroundings.

another thing i noticed (this has to do with colors too) is that miles’ color scheme on his earth is blue and red (like every other spidey), but when he’s on earth 42, the color scheme changes to purple and yellow (the colors associated with the prowler). looking back at it now, this was probably obvious and may have been intentionally in-your-face but i was so caught up in other things that i didn’t even really notice it until a friend pointed it out.

beyond all that though, i have so many theories. for one, do you think spider-byte helped miles in good faith? or do you think it was unintentional? a friend and me were going back and forth about it but i think it was in good faith and we even see her in the little group gwen recruits at the end. i mean, i guess i can see the other side of the argument? people think she knowingly sent him to the wrong earth but i don’t think she knew what earth he was actually from. the machine that sent him to earth 42, scans dna. so i’m assuming while she knew he was an anomaly, she wasn’t aware of the fact that earth 42 wasn’t his actual earth. i’d like to think that she helped him escape bc it was either: 1) let him caught by miguel & co. or 2) let him take his chances.

another theory i have is that maybe miles’ dad can be saved. miguel said the canon event was inevitable but so far, miles has been disproving that he’s not like the other spider-people. him being an anomaly is quite literally a miracle within itself. he wasn’t supposed to become spider-man on his earth, but he did it anyway! so maybe…nobody will have to die? they make it a point in the movie that all the spiders go through suffering, and that their suffering is inevitable, but idk…that doesn’t sit right with me. there has to be a reason for miles’ transformation. and i think he can break that cycle.

sorry for rambling!! i’ve got a lot more theories and insights but this reply is already sooooo long 😭 if you wanna talk about it dm me!!!

[kierras]

name.  mandy

pronouns.  she/her

preference of communication.  tumblr ims/messages, discord eventually. 

most active muse.  kie has been the loudest in my brain since last march.

experience / how many years.  an embarrassing amount. i’ve been rping on tumblr since i was like 20, so... almost 10 years? yikes. 

platforms you use.  tumblr mostly but i like discord too. 

best experience.  s/o to the hunger games rp community circa 2013 for introducing me to my best friend ( @conradism​ ) 

rp pet peeves.  negativity. imo, if you’re constantly complaining or focusing on the things you don’t like/don’t have, you’re just setting yourself up for a bad experience rp wise. blacklist, the unfollow button and the block button are all your friends. use them and protect your peace. 

fluff, angst, or smut. i tend to lean more towards fluff and angst and really only feel comfortable writing smut with a very, very small handful of people. 

plots or memes.  i like both for different reasons. memes are a good way to break the ice and start things rolling without overthinking things which is sometimes easier than plotting. no thots, just vibes. but i also really love plotting and diving deeper into more thought out things too, but sometimes i’m terrible at that due to said overthinking and general awkwardness. 

long or short replies.  even when i say i’m gonna write something short i don’t usually stick to it. i ramble a lot. 

best time to write. unfortunately i usually have the strongest muse late-ish at night when i should be sleeping.  

are you like your muses.  i think me and kie have some things in common, but not too terribly. we’ll both lecture you on the state of the planet and the oceans eco-system until we’re blue in the face if you let us, but she’s definitely a lot cooler than me LOL 

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[cebwrites]

🥺🎶💖💌🤭

🥺 - Emotional smut?? Like yeah they're getting hot and heavy but also being vulnerable enough to bare everything each other or even cry, that's just 🤌✨✨ (Aside from that, when characters are being deliberately open even especially if it's hard for them to do so, but they want to for the sake of their partner and the relationship)

🎶 - Either very quietly or complete silence, I haven't written in quite a bit but the most recent loop song I've had on is It's All Coming Back To Me (before that it was Sway for 3 days straight though 😔)

💖 - I was always the quiet kid "good at English" (the school subject) in a country where Eng isn't the first language, once I found fanfic and fandom I think it was a natural process to channel my creativity there because I became quite reclusive in my pre-teens lollll

💌 - GIMME. GIVE MEEEEEEEE. I love reading tags/comments/replies etc anything! Give me your thots n opinions on my silly little rambles and stories or even just screaming, I thrive on it 🤲🤲💕

🤭 - You mean like, my writer tag? :0 That would be #cebwrites!

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