#to cleanse myself of control?

[david-watts]

scared again

[syncogon]

mini rant time:

i HATE it when people solely laugh react my art and/or writing that is not intended to be funny.

it is an awful feeling to have spent hours and hours on a piece and then to just have a bunch of people laugh at your post and nothing else?

when sharing stuff on discord i used to like putting silly captions, bc i do genuinely like making people laugh, and because there's some safety in couching sincere passion in humor. but i realized i have to cut back on doing so because it colors people's perception of the work.

because it is much easier to click a react that's already there than to add a new one, if the first person to react thinks it's funny and that's it, then well, maybe that's all you're gonna get!

it's different on discord vs on more public places. i don't (can't) have any expectations on engagement out here. it just feels a little worse if these are people you sort of know.

i create all art for myself, i can't care about what other people think (especially as a passionate fan of very unknown things, i count likes and kudos on one hand). but i still enjoy sharing the things i care about and it still feels bad to have people laugh at genuine thought and effort! why would i ever want to share something ever again!

[squorttle-pox]

wow! what a great idea for a post that i don't remember

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE HUSBAND x GN CELEBRITY!READER

— based off of a dream i had of a childhood friend/crush. hiatus not over tho lol.

— morally bankrupt reader. clingy husband. the usual yandere stuff.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who was your childhood best friend. Your parents shipped you two since you could speak.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who had a crush on you since forever. He doesn’t even remember a time where he didn’t get butterflies and an aching need to be the only one close to you

YANDERE! HUSBAND who’s the biggest flirt. He knows you the best. Although you were completely oblivious. He’d always try to be around you, compliment you, tease you.

He’d give you matching keychains, and would beg his parents to buy whatever gift he’d think you’d like.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who sadly had to move away for a while. He comes back during high school. And the first thing he asks while he’s there? To be put in the same class as you.

Now that you two are older, you finally started to notice how much of a tease he was. Always grappling unto a piece of your attention.

You acquiesce and begin to date him. Not necessarily feeling anything for the guy but thought it was high time that you finally settle down. It was the perfect storyline you could share once your ambitions were fulfilled.

That and cause your parents would only let you go to acting school if he married you.

Which you two eventually did before college. Was it rushed? Definitely. Did you even love the guy? Nuh uh. But you had places you had your sights set on. And he was the only path.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who drops out to be your full time househubby. His parents could always give him a job at their corporation anyways. There was no real pressure for him to study and get a job.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who almost always supports your acting career. Watching all your shows, movies, and interviews. Basically buying out all the merch you featured in. And paying advertisers across the globe to have your face plastered everywhere.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who unfortunately stops you from having any romantic or sexual scenes. Essentially blocking you from any roles that could be your breakthrough just cause it could have a tiny kiss or so.

Your anger at his blatant attempt to have control over you began simmering. Ever so slowly reaching the surface. Not improving at all when you found out he’d been trying out a job that his mother gave him.

Fuck the gifts. Fuck the yachts and cars he’d swarm you with. Why did he get to do what he wanted and you didn’t?

So you follow him to work once, only to catch him in a compromising position with a coworker.

You didn’t care about him or his business beneath the sheets really. So you had to thank the gods above that you knew exactly what and how to do the following act.

Cry. Scream. Throw things at them.

The coworker already left. Shuffling as they tried to hide from your anger.

Your husband is unresponsive. Catatonic. Even more of an excuse to hurt him.

You call him filthy, uncaring, the worst man to ever exist. Hell, even some of your true feelings come out as you yelled about how you regretted ever being with him.

You find out later from his mom that he had been framed. That this coworker was just trying to get money out of the heir.

Still, you wanted out. He had already served his purpose and you needed to expand your horizons.

A week later of radio silence from him as you prepared the divorce papers he walks in.

Covered in red his hands caressed your face,

“You called me filthy did you not? So I cleansed myself with their blood.”

[juletheghoul]

regrets

a/n: I cannot seem to stop myself from taking these amazing requests and going on a rampage because Marcus Acacius is my literal muse at this point. I bought my tickets for the movie and I am not going to know how to fucking act in that theatre. I sort of ran with this request, and inevitably it turned into feelings! This un-beta'd, barely edited request. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before the last chapter)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, talk of war, Marcus is a soft boi at heart and he has some regrets about being a hoe in his younger days, *feelings*, also he takes a lil tumble but he's fine! Marcus gets wine-drunk, but he's still in control of his faculties, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.2k (😅)

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His face lit up, brighter and happier than you’d seen him, maybe ever. 

You smile to yourself from your place behind him, basking in the warmth of his mirth. The visitor had come unannounced but more welcome than any before him. An old, dear friend from his days as a mere footsoldier in the Roman army. Marcus opened his arms to the man, ushering him into his home with an almost uncharacteristic warmth–to anyone who didn’t truly know him. 

“Gods, but it has been years has it not Marcus? Since our days on the march?” The man asks him, a tired sigh on his breath. 

“Indeed it has. An age, we were mere boys then.” Marcus drains his wine and holds the cup out, you are already there, pouring just as it reaches you.

“Troublesome boys, wicked things were we not? We seemed to attract all kinds of mischief.” The man laughs, and Marcus joins, although his laughter is laced with a groan, peppered with shame. 

“Do not remind me, we were terrors.” Marcus hides his face behind his cup, drinking with his eyes downcast and it’s that aversion that piques your interest. Visions of a younger, wilder Marcus fill your mind's eye, what had he done? The man laughs, and you keep your vigil behind your Dominus. 

“I hold the memories dear, even the unsavoury ones.” The man raises his cup, and Marcus bows his head, agreeing. “Wish I had kept the looks of my youth as you have old friend.” They laugh together, clinking their cups and remembering things they do not say out loud. 

The night wears on, and they drink until the hour grows late. When they begin to yawn, Marcus insists the man stays.

“Girl, see to the preparations of a room and then come tend to me.” He speaks slowly, carefully.

“Yes Dominus.” You smile, despite yourself.

-

When you walk into his room, he sits on his bed, staring at nothing.

“Dominus, are you well?” His eyes lock on you, he sways a little, only a little.

“Too much wine, I will feel this in the morning.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face as you approach. “I should have known.” There is no anger in him, only a resigned acceptance. 

“If I may be so bold Dominus, it seemed you were enjoying yourself.” You bring the basin over and dip a fresh piece of linen, his eyes track your movements.

“I saw a happiness in you that I have not seen before, I would see it more often if I had any say.” He tilts his face up to yours, and you cleanse it softly, smiling at the way his eyes close.

“Would you now, Girl, do you think me unhappy?” His voice is soft, but gravelly. It awakens the parts of your body that always awaken for him. It worsens when his hands land on your hips, pulling you to stand between his spread legs.

“No Dominus, well, at times yes. Not unhappy per say, but not the way I saw you tonight.”

“I am happy, Girl. I am happier than I have been in ages.” His hands rub at your hips, sliding down to grab at your ass. 

“It fills my heart with joy to hear that.” You run your fingers through his hair, admiring the flush in his cheeks, the sparkle of candlelight in his eyes. 

“And you? Are you happy, Girl?” He holds onto you, eyes locking onto yours and it feels bigger than it should, the question on his tongue.

“Yes Dominus, I am.”  A long, pregnant moment passes and the tension rises, swelling bigger and bigger. Your heart races and then he rises, or, he tries to.

Water from the basin had splashed onto the floor, and he slips. His eyes widen with shock as he lands on his backside on the floor at your feet. 

He sits in shock, his tunic pooling high on his thighs and it’s almost like someone else’s voice comes out of your mouth, a sharp bark of laughter comes out before you clap your hands to your mouth. 

He stares up at you, the shock of the fall, the shock of your laughter, the wine, the moment—he laughs; you both laugh. Deep, loud belly laughs fill the room until tears fall from your eyes, until he holds his stomach. Any fear, any tension is gone with the crinkle of his eyes and the rare glimpse of his dimple.

“Oh Gods, I am of a form.” He gets it out eventually, smiling wide from his place on the floor. 

“Apologies Dominus—“ the ache in your belly is so great you hold onto his bed. He waves away your apology, and carefully rises. “I did not mean to laugh—“

“Peace girl, it was something to laugh at.” He stands, careful of the offending spill and removes his tunic. “The sound of your laughter is welcome, always. I do not think you cruel.” 

You don’t know how to respond, the wine has brought down his guard and made him something open, something honest and human–nothing like he is when he is too long away from the battlefield, nothing like he is when his station in this life pulls at him. 

“I have not seen my friend in many years, it was nice to speak to him, to bask in the memories of my younger days. Even the ones I’d rather forget.” You let him speak, the novelty of his reminiscing making you smile as you prepare his bed for sleep. 

“It was worth the price I will pay in the morning.” You bite your lip, the questions–the curiosity eat away at you as you move around the room, blowing out a few of the candles. 

“I can see the turmoil, Girl, ask and I will alleviate.” He smiles, sitting on his bed. 

“Apologies Dominus, I wish to know what mischief you sought out, or rather, sought you out? I cannot picture you a terror.” You take the basin away and he lets out a huff of laughter. 

“Do not lie to me, Girl. You have seen my dark moods, I am a terror often.” He waves away the expression of shock, “You know my meaning. In truth I can be brutal, I know this, but it is in battle. In my younger days, on the march I was unruly. I found it hard to follow commands, so sure of myself–to my detriment–that I knew better, that I was wiser than those above my station. I paid for it and learned, grew wise but in those early days, we were rebellious.” He smiles, fondness and the ghosts of his past fresh in his mind. 

You finish your duties as he speaks but are loathe to leave him, so you come closer, feigning at straightening out his sheets and fussing at his bed as he speaks. 

“I was also cruel.” The smile morphs then, into something ashamed.

“Cruel? I do not believe it Dominus–” He raises a hand and your speech dies.

“I was, Girl. Exceedingly cruel, to women. I broke many a heart, took the virginity offered without a care and left them without so much as a word.” He shuts his eyes tight then and the playful, cheerful mood is lost. “I was not concerned with their feelings, I cared not about their honour, I simply took, and left like the thief I was.” He stares at his hands and although it was true, it had been cruel of him, it was the way most soldiers were. No right, no wrong, just the way of this world. 

“Do you regret it, Dominus?” You stand before him again, the same tableau as before.

“Yes, I do, Girl. I regret the hurt I caused, the selfishness of youth.” 

“That is enough then, I think. That you feel it this deeply, that you would change it if you could, that is enough. You need torture yourself no more, Dominus.” Your palm cups his face and he leans into it with a pained expression for a moment before his arms wrap around your waist. His face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts and you feel the way he breathes in your scent. 

“Stay with me.” He pulls at your tunic, lifting it up and off in one swift motion before pressing kisses to your skin. There is a desire shining in his eyes. For your body, yes, but there are memories he is rewriting with you now, something kinder, something infused with more want, with love—the thought pops up and you brush it away.

“Do you not desire sleep Dominus? You had said the wine–oh–” His mouth takes your nipple in a steady suck, pulling a soft moan from your lips, and any and all concerns about his state out of your head. 

He pulls away, flattening his tongue against the bud before moving to the next. 

“No amount of wine could dampen my desire for you, Girl. Shall I stop?” He watches you, eyes locked as he takes the other nipple in his mouth and you shake your head no. His teeth bite, the little shock of pain heightens the pleasure and your fingers grip his hair harder than you mean to but it only makes him moan into your skin as he soothes with his tongue. 

Slick pools at the mouth of your cunt, the desire for him so great it makes you ache. A sharp, hollow pain, like hunger pangs for his gift, for his body, for his love something whispers again, and again you ignore it.

“God’s Girl, you bring out a madness in me–” He pulls you down, his kiss so feral it almost hurts. Teeth clicking while you taste his wine-drenched tongue. You move to straddle him but you barely manage to sit before you find yourself on your back in the bed you’d just prepared. 

His kiss is all-consuming, it is contagious–it pulls you into the depths of his madness. When he pulls away, you’re almost disoriented. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Girl, let me see what’s mine.” You bite your lip, skin on fire as you obey. He kneels between your spread legs, hand slipping down to palm himself as he watches you slip your hand down towards the silky hair at the juncture of your thighs. “Spread it open, I would see how wet you are.” he strokes himself slowly, eyes glazed as you follow his instructions, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. 

It feels depraved in the best way, to have him watch you while he pleasures himself. There is a power flowing through your veins, something sweet and wicked and a boldness grabs hold of you. You dip your fingers low to spread the arousal onto your fingers, scoop some of it up to swirl against your clit. 

“This is what I do when you do not call for me, Dominus. I touch myself like this, and think of you.” His hand lands on your knee, holding your leg up as he moans, wantonly at your admission. 

“What do you think of Girl? Tell me–” He squeezes at his cock, brow furrowed while his eyes rake over you. 

“I think of you taking me Dominus, I think of how good you feel, how big you are, how I can feel you for days, how I want nothing more than for you to come into my chamber and make me yours.” Your fingers speed up, the pleasure heightened by the depravity of it. 

“Do you flutter at the thought of me giving you this?” He presses the tip of himself to your entrance, not pushing inside but letting you feel him there. 

“Yes–” It’s a pained moan. The blunt tip of him spreads you just enough to tease, it’s an exquisite torture, one that could make you cry with arousal. 

“Tell me you want it, tell me you’ll die without it, tell me you want me, Girl.” He leans forward a little, enough to make you chase the relief of him but his grip at your knee moves down to your hip, holding you there. Your fingers almost lose their rhythm. You let out a pitiful whine. 

“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, tell me you want me, tell me–” He begs now, and you nod frantically. 

“I need you Dominus, I need you, I will die without you, I beg of you, give me the relief of your body.” Your tone is high, something frantic, something pathetic, something desperate but it soothes something in him. 

It’s a tidal wave when he shoves himself inside to the hilt. The climax spreads through every vein, through your fingers and toes through his steady strokes. He falls to cover your body with his, his tongue licking into your mouth, every nerve alight as he moans into your mouth, his cock spilling his own passion deep into your womb within a few seconds.

“God’s above, I, that was–” He breathes hard against your mouth, his eyes darting about your face as you both pulse in and around one another, “I–” He seems a little lost for words. The euphoria is still bright in your body, and so you save him from himself. You pull him down for a kiss, soft and languid as you run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. 

“Shall I return to my chambers Dominus? Or shall I stay?” You push his hair back. The wine has made him forget himself, has made him forget that you are just his Girl, you have to remind him.

For the sake of your poor heart on the morrow.

“Stay.” You nod. 

–

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[humusboii2thereturnoftheking]

Palestine is Ruining the Left

I've taken this from Reddit because I've found it an interesting read, I did not write this myself, a user named u/ u/TooLittleNuance did. Feel free to reply and engage in converation.

I'm an Israeli-American leftist who has been active in American and Israeli politics for a number of years now. I have always advocated for human rights, equity, and self-determination for Palestinians who are oppressed(to different extents) under Israel, a nation that commits itself to Jewish domination of institutions. I always voted and campaigned for progressive Democrats and I assisted with the Israeli Meretz party from abroad. This is why I think the current Palestinian-sympathetic movement is ruining the left:

Abandonment of Pragmatism - Just like the 2020 George Floyd protests("Defund the Police"), the Western left has completely embraced a suicidal strategy of idealistic radicalism. Many of those on the left insist the solution to the conflict is a one-state solution consisting of Palestine "from the River to the Sea". Unfortunately, they've appropriated the Palestinian mythology in their ambitions to magically destroy Israel and the ideology of Zionism by BDS somehow or supporting Palestinian "armed struggle". It doesn't take a lot of thought to see how both of those methods are incredibly ineffective and immoral to advocate for and implement. So, instead of a pragmatic approach, like empowering the Israeli left through donations and advocacy, supporting a reasonable solution(two-state or one-state under Israel), or calling for the ultimate humanitarian end to the war of a unilateral Hamas surrender, the Western left insists on a dream scenario that will never happen. This is the most egregious behavior of the left and it's their most common mistake(i.e. Vietnam). This is due to the fact that Palestinians, especially in Gaza, are suffering under disproportionate Israeli force with no Western movement to realistically end it. In fact, these Western leftists, due to these tactics, are assisting in empowering and legitimizing the far-right of Israel. They are the perfect strawman to turn people off to the left in Israel, which, in turn, results in a lengthened Palestinian suffering.

Maximalism - There's a tendency on the left to outcompete each other in radicalism. It's not catchy or sexy to say "The war tactics that Israel uses are disproportionate and don't consider enough of the humanitarian cost", it has to be "genocide" or "ethnic cleansing" in order to provoke an emotional reaction from uneducated Westerners. It's not "the security policy of Hafradah has resulted in reduced human rights of Palestinians compared to Israelis", it has to be "Apartheid"(with the only legal precedent being South Africa). These maximalist statements immeasurably hurt the movement for true progress on Palestinian human rights. It results in a boy-who-cried-wolf situation: If Israel decides to transfer the entire Gazan population to the Sinai, what is that called? A "genocide"? Due to the present labeling of the war, nobody will believe it. What if Israel permanently transfers or kills 100,000 Palestinian civilians? 200,000? 1 million? What will that be called? How can it get worse than "genocide"? This Maximalist rhetoric is not only inaccurate, but it's incredibly damaging to describe the proportionate extent of Palestinian suffering, which is vital to any movement that faithfully advocates for an upliftment of Palestinian life and identity.

Normalization of Bigotry - Explicit or latent Jew-Hatred is being increasingly embraced by radical sections of the Western left. Tropes such as "Zionist"(a euphemism for "Jew" for many) control of governments or blood libel. Wishing "Death to Zionists" or equating them with Nazis is, in most cases, latent Jew-Hatred. Regardless of your thoughts on the definition of Zionism(there is no definition, it is a meaningless term), it's clear that many believe that "Zionists" are just uppity Jews. Of course, this is genuinely believed by a small portion of the left. However, a substantial part of Western leftists has repeatedly failed to condemn this Jew-Hatred and to stop mirroring the language of these latent or explicit Jew-Haters. This is 1000x worse in the case of Israelis. For Western leftists, it's normal to call Israelis "colonizers", "demons", "rapists", and "child-murderers" on their social media without repercussion or introspective irony. As somebody belonging to the Israeli nationality, I have been desensitized to the insane amount of bigotry from those that I formerly respected. However, many Israelis or Jews aren't as depersonalized as I am, and they definitely take the bigotry to heart. What do you think results from that? Usually, a vote for Likud(Netanyahu's Party) or a donation to AIPAC. Thus, propagating a cycle of bigotry and continuing the suffering of Palestinians.

Propaganda - This war has sparked the largest disinformation campaigns in human history. Multiple state entities (Israel, U.S., Russia, Iran, Qatar) and numerous private entities are pumping out loads of propaganda in order to manipulate uneducated Westerners into supporting their interests. Since October 7th, known Russian disinformation propagator, Jackson Hinkle, has skyrocketed in followers due to his ability to mislead Western leftists on the war. I have seen an unfathomable amount of reposts from Al Jazeera and MiddleEastEye, known Qatari state propaganda and major propagates of misinformation. I have always appreciated the value of institutional skepticism that embodied many of the historical and academic leftist leaders. However, right now, those values are completely thrown out in favor of Russia or Iran's geopolitical advocacy of "everything the West does is bad". The previous three points of behavior are certainly emboldened by the paid disinformation and bots that propagate anti-Western sentiment to destabilize Western democracy. Meanwhile, the basic interests of Palestinian civilians are left unregarded while these state operatives kill their only lifeline.

Reactionary Resurgence - One of the main factors that attracted me to the left was its rejection of reactionary ideology(the establishment of traditional institutions from the past). For Israelis and Palestinians, reactionary rhetoric is normalized and encouraged in many cases. However, this reactionary ideology that has plagued those who share my nationality has spread to Western leftists in their advocacy for Palestine. Western leftists constantly appropriate the far-right and reactionary talking points that many radicalized Palestinians spout. An example would be the insistence on the exclusive indigeneity of Palestine from the River to the Sea, which abandons the progressive values of anti-nationalism and intersectionality. Another example would be the appropriation of Palestinian Martyrdom, in which many of them embraced the idea that human life can be inherently reduced to a political or national cause by their manner of death. This is a clear rejection of the values of individualism, secularism, and anti-nationalism.

Historical Negligence - Those who are even a little bit informed on the Israel-Palestinian Conflict understand that the conflict is too complex to be treated as a soccer match of Israelis vs. Palestinians. Many Israeli and Palestinian leaders set roadblocks to an equitable peace, while many others progressed the conflict to a more positive state. Even more than the historical complexity of this conflict, evaluating the moral complexity requires a graduate degree in a relevant field with hundreds of hours of research. I typically advise not to trust anybody's commentary of the conflict with any less credibility than the previous sentence. However, the Western left has instead decided to follow the historical and moral analysis of demagogues. There's constantly factually wrong or misleading historical information on many of these Palestinian-sympathetic accounts. An example is the map of a "disappearing Palestine" that millions have reposted, a blatantly misleading map meant to depict "Zionist colonization", meanwhile, neglecting the historical borders of the conflict. There are many other forms of historical negligence that they commonly employ that are extremely damaging for understanding the conflict.

In conclusion, Western leftists are keeping up with the Western traditions of white saviorism and interfering with this particular trendy foreign conflict. I could have written a few more grievances that I have of the Western left(including the embracement of far-right Islamist groups) but I wanted to keep the post relatively short. In several months, Western leftists will forget about the Gazans suffering under the disproportional force of the IDF. Nobody will self-criticize the ideas or tactics that they engaged in, meanwhile, the Israeli left-wing and reliable non-Hamas Palestinian advocacy organizations are left in the dust by an ineffective white-savior-esqe Western movement. Not only that but due to all of these factors making the left look like lunatics, Biden and the Democrats are being affected in the polling, which may result in Trump being elected, a terrible outcome for Palestinians.

[honeytonedhottie]

girly morning and evening rituals⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

MORNING RITUALS ;

the rituals that i do in the morning are PREPARATION for the day ahead. i like to get up early so that i have plenty of time to just be present and cater to my own needs and preferences.

morning supplements and cleanse drinks

first thing in the morning i like to drink a glass of chlorophyll water and i'll take all my supplements like collagen, vitamin C and D and magnesium. doing so is me taking care of my health and putting first.

morning sweat session (a rly rly good workout session)

working out in the morning is so so GOOD. it gives me so much energy and rly helps me start off my days on the right foot. i'll do either a light workout or pilates depending on how my body is feeling.

EVENING RITUALS ;

the rituals that i do to unwind and prepare myself for a restful night. some rituals are for preparing for another successful day and some rituals are simply to take care of me in that specific moment.

drinking a cup of tea

i always drink the same tea every night (peppermint/spear mint tea). sometimes i'll add other tea bags to my teas and do a cool blend, but something about a simple cup of tea always brings me the most comfort.

evening reading time

reading every day is so good for ur mind and it makes for such amazing entertainment. buy urself a rly juicy and interesting book and commit to reading before bed every single night instead of scrolling on ur phone.

having a show to look forward to watching at the end of the day

having a juicy show to look forward to at the end of the day is so much fun and lowkey like a reward system/form of comfort. i've just finished all eight seasons of desperate housewives and im going to start a new show soon, but sometimes i watch my comfort shows.

WHY WE LOVE RITUALS ;

having a set routine or ritual that u do not only ROMANTICIZES ur life, but it also keeps u in check and gives u the sense of control over ur life. they provide comfort and show love towards ourselves which is what we aim to do ✨

[jewishvitya]

[This post was originally written in response to someone tagging me and claiming that a free Palestine would mean all Israeli Jews will be kicked out and where will I go, and how they can't understand why I'm so against Israel being our ethnostate. OP blocked me, so I'm reposting with a few edits, because I already wrote this and I might as well.]

Look. I understand your mentality. We're traumatized by a history of violence against us. We were shown that so many in the world want us dead, and so many others won't stop them. I get it. But I refuse to let myself silently become the face of similar oppression for other people.

Israel benefits from antisemitism and maintains myths that got Jewish people killed in the past, like double loyalty. It weaponizes it for propaganda reasons. It's supported by antisemitic Christian zionist organizations with terrifying motivations. It started out with violence not only against Palestinians but against Jews too. Israel isn't motivated by our safety, it abuses that idea. It manipulates and weaponizes our trauma to make us feel justified in causing so much suffering to innocent people.

You're right that I'll have nowhere to go if I'm kicked out of here. This is where I was born. My parents come from other countries that I won't feel safe in. But all of this is hypothetical. The ethnic cleansing and genocide of Palestinians is not hypothetical, it's REALITY. It's happening RIGHT NOW. And I don't understand how, as a Jewish person who knows what this kind of suffering and loss of life means, you seem unable to prioritize that. I tell you I'm witnessing a genocide happening right next to me and you keep telling me "but what if they hurt you instead."

The assumption that Palestinians will pull some sort of reverse ethnic cleansing against us is racist. This assumption is the reason Israel feels comfortable calling the carpet bombing of a civilian population "self defense." Killing them based on a this is not self defense, it's a racially motivated crime against humanity.

And I'm calling it an assumption because I'm not willing to pull from the Hamas charter that they've since replaced. Hamas isn't Palestinians. The only reason they became this powerful is Israeli funding, and Israeli violence giving Hamas free PR as the only ones who will stand up to the state that will keep them trapped and dying.

We control every aspect of their lives. Israel created a place that breeds radicalization. No group of people, living under the conditions forced on Palestinians, would be peaceful. They would fight back. Because peaceful attempts to have the human rights that Israel denies them got nothing. We stomped on every single one. We blocked all other routes and left them with only violence, which Israeli politicians have been using as an excuse for over 15 years to make a show of force with military campaigns whenever they wanted a boost in popularity. We created living conditions with such low life expectancy that half of the population is children because so few adults survive. They don't deserve this. No one deserves this.

Palestine was a land with people living in it. One plot of land can create multiple groups of people, especially when we've been separated for 2000 years. Our connection to this land does not cancel out theirs. Removing them to create our own country could never be right. It's not an argument saying that our connection to Israel gives us the right to move here to live ALONGSIDE Palestinians. That's not what we wanted. We wanted a country that enforces Jewish majority and legally prioritizes Jews. You're justifying this when I repeatedly state that the only way for it to exist is through ethnic cleansing and genocide. There's no way to make this concept into a reality without killing, displacing, and oppressing whoever's left in various different ways, from apartheid to other kinds of discrimination.

I'm not against safety for us. I want to be safe. I want my children to grow in a safe world where we can be openly and joyfully Jewish. I'm not willing to pay for that with the lives and freedoms of other people.

So I will be loud about this: Palestinians deserve to be free in every part of their homeland, even if it's our ancestral homeland too.

If safety for us means we're the ones committing the genocide, maybe we should rethink what safety looks like.

I'm terrified for the lives of millions of people in Gaza. Right now, all I can think about is this, and it baffles me to see people so willing to transfer the horrors of our history to other people.

I had a lovely conversation in DMs in response to the first post, about how zionism encourages us to isolate rather than build bridges in the places where we live all over the world. We can't ignore the way antisemitism saturates culture, but we should also remember the places where Jewish communities thrived for centuries, the places where our neighbors protected us. We're hated, and we're loved. Each form of oppression is unique, so no other group experiences what Jewish people do exactly, but we're not alone. We have a long and rich history of solidarity with other marginalized communities and involvement in liberation movements. We're actively working to make the world safer, and we have people fighting with us. I'm just participating in this fight where I am. The struggle for liberation is a human struggle. You can't use the trauma of antisemitism to silence me about other kinds of bigotry.

Never again. To ANYONE.

[mochinek0]

In Sickness and in Health

"Damian, I need you to work with the new student on this project." his history teacher stated.

"What new student?" the young Wayne questioned.

'There's no one new here. Has he finally lost it?'

"Stay after class, please." they replied.

Damian simply nodded.

'At least if the new person is all in his head, I can work by myself.'

"The new student isn't here today as she's sick. They're also a transfer student." The teacher spoke, "Here is her address."

"You want me to go there and become ill?" Damian speculated.

"Not at all, Mr. Wayne. All I am asking is that you, at least, speak to her about the project." the teacher sighed, "She'll know better than anyone how long she'll be absent. Get her to write a note saying, I don't know, she gives you full control on the project or something. I'll deal with it from there."

"I can do that." Damian accepted.

'At least I can still work by myself.'

Damian looked down at the address in his hand an then back at the seamstress shop. Confused, the young Wayne entered the store and looked around for someone his own age.

"Can I help you?" asked an elderly lady.

"I was given this address for a classmate of mine." Damian explained, "I believe they mixed it up. Excuse me."

"Are you looking for Marinette?" they questioned.

'Marinette? Is that her name? Not American; he did mention they were a transfer student.'

"Yes." he answered, still unsure.

"Go through the blue curtain in the far back." the lady smiled, "There's a set of stairs that will take you to the apartment above the store."

Damian nodded and went to the back of the store. There was blue cloth hung up on a shower rod that parted slightly.

'A door would be better suited.'

Damian walked up the stairs to the second story and found single door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was shocked. There in the doorway was a girl with blue hair, up to his chest. She was wearing what seemed to be pajamas, had a blanket draped over her shoulders, a face mask, and a cooling cloth attached to her forehead.

'She is obviously seriously ill. How did she open the door? Why didn’t anyone else open it for her?'

"Who are you?" she questioned, hoarsely.

"Damian Wayne." he declared, "I was told to talk to you about a history project for school."

She moved away from the door and went stright to the kitchen.

"Sit anywhere you want. I haven't sat in the living room in three days. I'd offer you a beverage, but I don't want to get you sick and asking you to get it yourself, seems rude." the girl spoke.

'Polite; unexpected.'

"What are you doing?" Damian questioned, as he watched her stir a pot.

"Making soup for the week." Marinette answered.

"So, I should not expect you to return this week." he suggested.

"I usually eat soup when I'm sick and for the following days, to keep my immune system cleansed." she explained, "So, history? Leave me the details and I'll work on it."

"Mr. Hayes suggested you could write a note putting me in charge." Damian spoke.

"I can work, Damian." Mari remarked, "I don't need you coddling me because I'm sick."

'Coddle! I-The last thing I would do is….coddle her!'

Damian snapped, "I am giving you a way out! Get your rest and I will do it completely!"

"I'm on bedrest and as you can see, I'm functional." she growled back.

Marinette began to cough heavidly, enough to make her grip the kitchen counter. Damian watched as her breaths became labored, as if she had trouble inhaling.

'She calls this functional?'

Marinette grabbed a mug and poured hot water from a near by kettle. Damian watched as she spooned a small amount of tea leaves into a container and place it in the mug.

'Peppermint? She should try lemon, ginger, something citrus.'

"When are your parents getting back?" Damian asked, not moving from the doorway.

"I'm emancipated." she smiled.

'She's by herself?'

Damian looked around and noticed a small table with one chair. The living room had enough to seat up to three guests. There was also one door to the left, behind the living room.

"Leave the form and an email or something so I can send you my portion." Marinette called out, "If you don't like it, I can work in my room and you can work from out here."

Damian took out a pen and quickly wrote down his email at the top of the paper.

"I'll be back, tomorrow." he stated, leaving the apartment.

'Why is she so stubborn? She needs to rest. The simplest solution would be for her to rest this week while I work alone. What is she trying to accomplish?'

The moment she opened the door, Damian stared at Marinette annoyed. She had showed recently, but her hair was still wet. At the very least, she was wearing different clothes.

He scowled, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Oh, in my room, on your left." Marinette pointed out.

'Guess he really needed to go.'

Damian came back with a towel and threw it over her head, without notice. He quickly began to rub her head to get the moisture out.

"You're going to get worse with you hair looking like a wet mop." Damian stated, "Dry it completely."

Marinette remained silent and still. Damian stopped his movements.

"Marinette?" he asked, moving to face her.

'Shit!'

Marinette's eyes were wide and she was practially hyperventilating. She was clenching and unclenching her hands.

'She does not handle physical contact well. Is she going to be okay at school?'

Damian kneeled in front of her and showed his hands were raised in front of him.

"My apologies." Damian whispered, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Damian reached out and dragged his bag, next to the couch. He pulled out a small cylinder.

"I brought you some tea leaves. Citrus help you recover from illness." he began, "I don't believe peppermint will work." as he handed her the container.

Marinette took it and looked at it. She opened it and sniffed the tea leaves. There was lemon, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. There was some other stuff she couldn't make out.

"You......made this?" Marinette questioned.

'Why would he give this to me?'

Damian remained silent, but nodded. He didn't think she would noticed he took his time to make her something.

"I make my own teas." he replied.

Mari smiled, "Thank you."

Damian watched as her expression softened. She got up from her seat, letting the towel fall from her head, and quickly began to get things ready to brew the tea. Once it was finished brewing, she took a sip.

"It’s delicious, Damian!" Mari smiled, happily, "Maybe I should go to you for all of my teas."

Before he could respond, Marinette took her tea and went into her room. Damian picked up his things and saw she had gotten comfortable in her bed with her laptop on a tray.

"Were we not working over there?" he questioned.

"I don't want to get you sick." Marinette replied, "Besides, there's only one chair. I'll just email you-"

Damian left the room and returned with the chair from her kitchen table.

"I don't get sick, easily." Damian declared, setting the chair down a few feet from her bed, "h quicker we finish this, the more you can rest."

Marinette worked silently, sipping on the tea Damian had brought her. After an hour, Damian packed up his thing, declaring he'd return the next day.

This time, when Marinette opened the door, he could tell she was moving much more sluggish.

'She got worse! She's pushing herself for me. Damn her stubbornness!'

Damian quickly picked her up in his arms.

"You're-" she began.

"If I get sick, I will blame you later." Damian claimed.

"Sorry." Mari whispered.

Damian placed her back in her bed. He quickly rushed to the bathroom in search of a first aid kit or at least, a thermometer. Once he found it, he brought it back and held it out. Mairnette looked at it, in dissapointment.

"Use it." he demanded.

Marinette shoved it in her mouth and waited. The quick beeping notified them both something was wrong. Mari took it out of her mouth n tried to hide it. Damian was able to grab it with ease.

'102.5'

"I'm fine." Marinette declared.

"You are far from fine." Damian stated.

Damian took the thermometer to the bathroom and washed it, as well as his hands. When he returned, he found Marinette fast asleep. He found a cooling pad near by and placed it on her head. Damian remember a small cloth by the sink and wet it. He quickly cooled off her arms, her neck, and her legs, before covering her up. Damian took out a sticky note and wrote down his number.

Marinette woke up to the room being dark.

"Damian?" she called out.

She grabbed her phone and saw it was close to two in the morning. She set her phone down and felt a paper.

'Sticky note?'

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and looked at the note: Call me if you worsen-Damian.

'Aw. He's really sweet. I feel so bad for falling asleep on him.'

Marinette stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and took her temperature. It read 99.2; it was the best it had been all week. She washed the thermometer and took some medicine. After, she made more of Damian's tea.

'Gonna need it.'

Damian arrived back from patrol to find an email from Mari.

'I thought I told her to call me if she got worse, not email me!'

He opened it in a panic and found it was her completed work for the assignment. Damian looked at the time. It was now three in the morning and she had sent it thirty minutes ago. He grabbed his phone and opened his contacts. Then, he froze.

'I don’t have her number! Fuck!'

Damian went over the next day and was surprised to see her more active. Marinette had answered the door happily and was dressed in white tank top, pink shorts, and slippers. She wasn't even using a blanket to keep herself warm.

"Damian!" She smiled, "Hey, did you get my email?"

"I did." he answered.

"Is everything okay?" Mari asked, "I didn't think I'd see you today."

"Why did you send it so late or early, I should say." Damain questioned.

"It was when I woke up." Marinette answered, "I'm sorry for falling asleep on you. I decided it was best to work on it, while I had a clear head. I'm feeling a lot better, so I should be able to see you at school tomorrow. I'm sure it was all thanks to your tea."

Damian nodded and held out his phone for her to grab. Marinette looked at it confused, but took it.

"I planned on yelling at you, for being up so late, but I didn't have you number." the young Wayne stated.

Marinette giggled, "And I should give it to you, why?"

Damian remained silent. He didn't think she would refuse to give her number to him.

"In case we are paired up again." he quickly spoke.

Mari added her contact information and handed it back.

"Sick Girl?" he questioned.

"So you know it's me." Mari answered.

He hated how right she was. It was likely that if she had entered her name, he would have forgotten it in a week and deleted it.

"Do you want to come in or was that all?" she asked.

"That was all." he said and quickly left.

Marinette closed the door an giggled.

'He's like a stray cat that came to say hi.'

Damian sat in class and kept his eyes on the door. Marinette hadn't walked in, yet, and it was almost time for the bell to ring.

'Is she still sick? Did her fever come back? I should have called her this morning to make sure she was feeling fine.'

The bell rang breaking him from his thoughts and then, she rushed in.

'Marinette.'

"Late." their teacher declared, "I will forgive you, this time, since you have been sick, Miss Duapin-Cheng."

Marinette nodded her head. It was finally time for history class and it was so different to see her in uniform. Damian could admit he more use to seeing her in pajamas or shorts, with her blanket curled around her. He was even use to her falling asleep, but some how the uniform felt less personal. He hated it. Damian watched carefully over Marinette. He had to make sure she was completely better. Her damn stubbornness left him worried about her pretending to feel better for his sake. Then, he saw it; the tense smile on her face. She was surrounded by their peers. It reminded him of the smiles his brothers' gave at parties. Damian walked over and grabbed her wrist.

"We need to talk about the project since you have been absent." he declared.

"Oh, okay." Marinette answered, as he pulled her away from everyone else.

"He could have been nicer."

"It's Wayne. When is he ever nice?"

"Lucky bitch."

"I can’t believe she was his partner."

"He probably did it himself, already."

"Yeah. He's just gonna give her a copy and put her name on it."

"I can’t believe he touched her."

"True."

"Better than him yelling at us to move or scram, again."

Marinette frowned as she heard what they said about Damian. That wasn't the Damian she knew.

"Thank you." Marinette whispered, once they were far enough.

Damian looked at her questioningly.

"For rescuing me." she answered.

"You appeared uncomfortable." the young Wayne spoke, " I was uncertain how you would react if one of them touched you. I understand if I made you uncomfortable, as well. My apologies for forcing you. Next time, tell them to leave."

"I'm not good at dealing with people; not anymore." Mari declared, "Besides, they should forget about me soon. I'm still 'new' in their eyes. I'm not trying to gain anything by talking to them. I don’t want to get to know them."

"I thought you weren't coming." Damian spoke, changing the subject.

"Huh?" she asked, confused, "I told you I was coming today."

"You were late." he growled.

"Oh." Marinette winced, "Uh….I have a feeling I will be in detention a lot."

Damian stopped and turned to her, waiting for an explanation.

"I have always been late to school, even when it was across from my house." she stated.

Damian sighed, "I'll pick you up in the mornings."

"No!" she cried out.

"Why?" he demanded, "Is that an issue? I have been to your place before, have I not?"

"I'm not a morning person." Mari replied, looking down.

He sighed again, "My brother isn't either, unless he has had coffee. I can bring you some." making a mental note to steal Tim's coffee in the morning from now on.

"Really?" Mari questioned, perking up.

"You better, at least, be dressed." Damian retorted.

"Pajamas count as being dressed, right?" she squeaked.

Damian glared at her, "Why would you still be in pajamas?"

"I'm not a morning person!" Marinette glared back, "I work late and-"

"The shop keeps you that busy?" he questioned.

"Oh." Marinette spoke, "No. I help in the shop sometimes, but that's not my job. I do commissions. She asks me to help some times, but she's going to let me use the sewing machine for free until I can buy one."

"How….long do your commissions take?" he sighed.

"Depends who it's for. If it's for my uncle, I tend to work three weeks straight. It also depends on the pay and timeline. If he called me right now and asked for something in six months, I wouldn't worry unless things began to pile up. It could also be one of my aunties."

'What the fuck is with her family? No wonder why she is emancipated! I can't believe they would work her that hard.'

"You're moving into the manor." Damian declared, "I'll even get you a new sewing machine."

"I am not!" she cried out, "I barely know you! All I know is you name and you make tea!"

"At this rate, I'll have to get you dressed and drag you to school!" Damian cried back.

"Who the fuck made you my babysitter?" Marinette shouted.

"Someone should be." he huffed, "You obviously need someone to take care of you. I don’t see why it shouldn't be me!"

Marinette squeaked and turned red. Realizing what he said, so did Damian.

The teacher watched as Damian took Marinette aside to talk. He was well aware that their assignment had been turned in three days ago. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was the closest he had ever seen Damian be comfortable around anyone. He also was aware of Marinette's past school and being bullied.

'I knew getting them to talk would be a good thing.'

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[hollowblxxd]

[ AU / Speculation for me ] [ I CAN FIX IT .... NOT FOR YOU ]

Okay so because I am a man who hates to see things end badly Im here writing a sort of... fanfiction for myself that cleanse up the mess of Mouthwashing. No disrespect to the whole game but this is my thoughts Some warning for mature subjects and obviously possible spoilers for Mouthwashing!

Basically I thought about the idea of Jimmy being dealt with before he could complete his plan against the crew and it all stems from the idea that there's actually a secret cryopod on the ship. We see only 4 in the main part but there's 5 people on board, which even if you want to argue Pony Express doesn't give a shit, I think its somewhat reasonable to assume that should there be an emergency there would in fact be enough cryopods for everyone to get into so that a potential crew can be saved. This secret cryopod is obviously ONLY used in the case of an emergency and is ONLY known to exist by the captain. Aka Curly. Curly realizes that Jimmy is getting too unhinged and crossing far more lines than hes ever seen him do before. Though Curly fears and cares for his unfortunately stupidly manipulative friend, he realizes he has to take action against Jimmy to ensure no harm comes to the remaining crew. So Curly basically tricks Jimmy into thinking that he's going to be revealing a secret to Jimmy, something only "a captain and his co-pilot can know" before taking Jimmy to this secret cryopod. Since technically having a "potential psychological unsound person" on board DOES class as an emergency and with no "brig" available for holding, Jimmy is put in there. His last moments is Curly's well deserved "betrayal." Thus now Jimmy is a festering sleeping mess inside the cryo-chamber, grinding thru a horrific nightmare where he gets his revenge on Curly, where he gets control of the ship while spiralling further and further into outright INSANITY in some jacob's ladder style purgatory as his mental state is forever stuck "coping" with his anger, his guilt, his fear, his hatred, his selfishness and so on and so forth. Basically everything that happens in the events of Mouthwashing is a already crazy's man nightmare-ish delusion as he awaits judgement day, aka the time when he leaves the pod and has to face the justice he deserves. Meanwhile with Jimmy put away in hold, the crew get a chance to breath. Jimmy overbearing nature eases everyone tension and though it was a hard decision it was a well made one. Its not all perfect however because Anya takes all of this quite hard feeling guilty that it got this far. She does attempt to end her life which she is luckily saved from by Curly and the rest of the crew. Since Anya is now sick, Daisuke has to take over acting as Nurse, following Curly and Anya instructions on how to make this all easier. Anya is safe around Daisuke and his bright optimistic personality is really fitting for a nurse, never once does she feel ashamed or scared and for once feels a sense of relief and freedom. Her commenting that Daisuke would make a good nurse which Daisuke takes to heart since he still obviously struggling to find "what hes good at" Curly temporarily takes up the role of being an engineer with Swansea since, Curly as the lovely captain SHOULD know his ship inside and out too and hey, even as a bonus, he may even show Swansea how to steer a ship. This ends up with Curly and Swansea having a good man to man bond. In the end, Anya recovered free from her abuse and regains her personality and happiness, Daisuke discovers his passion for medical work happily taking college recommendation from Anya, Swansea learns a bit about riding a ship and thinks "hey I could probably do good as a space trucker" and Curly also detached himself from the parasite that is Jimmy who constantly been trying to drag him down! So there, I fixed it. But not for him.

[islandnymphorthila]

It's genuinely so fucking sad that as a people in 2024 going into 2025, there are kpop fans that are still so delusional and controlling to the point where they hate on idols who in fact are still human for dating which is in fact a very human experience. As humans, we are allowed to experience love, and idols should be free to do that without hate. They aren't robots. They aren't responsible for your delusional behaviour. You most likely will never have that y/n moment or be able to be with them. Being delulu is all fun and games, I myself am delusional sometimes but it's always light hearted and fun because I live in reality where there are actual real world problems and problems and challenges that I have to face everyday. But if your delusions cause you to hate on someone who doesn't know you personally outside of knowing you are a fan, then I think you should consider serious therapy or like the youngins say touch some fucking grass. Get a job, get a hobby, and let people live. At the end of the day, an idols' job is to sing, dance, rap, perform, and give you good music. They don't owe you anything outside of that. People tend to forget that at the end of the day, K-pop is music and idols' job is to produce music. Anything outside of that in their personal life is not your business or your job to dictate. They are human, they live, breathe, sleep, eat, die just like all of us. Let them have their human experiences to love, build a home and life with someone, make dumb mistakes, learn from said dumb mistakes, get married, have children, hang out with friends, etc, all without fear of being stalked or harassed or called out for something average people do on a day to day basis. The immaturity of K-pop stans never fail to amuse and upset me. Those types of fans are the reason K-pop fans have a bad image, and people believe all of us to be immature, jobless, teenagers. I'm not ashamed to be a K-pop stan but gosh, there should be a contract or mental evaluation we have to sign before we become one to cleanse the general Fandom of the crazy

[otomehoneyybearr]

Ikemen Prince 4th Anniversary Eve

Gilbert & Azel: The Relationship Unbeknownst to Anyone

Somewhere on a certain day—

Gilbert: "---I've always wondered if the conqueror beast and the sacred beast were one in the same."

Gilbert: "Both being evils of the world that control people and manipulate them as they please."

Azel: "I agree with the evil part. You and I would be better off not existing."

Azel: "We are both nuisances to the world, after all."

Gilbert: "Should we die together then?"

Azel: "You mean kill each other."

Gilbert: "That’s right."

Azel: "Disgusting."

Gilbert: "Agreed."

Azel: "So?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, no need to rush. I've went through the trouble of preparing food and drinks, so why not enjoy it first?"

Azel: "I'm having alcohol, while you're having water?"

Gilbert: "Oh, so you noticed."

Azel: "I am a god, after all."

Gilbert: "More like a con-artist, right?"

Azel: "That's another way to put it."

Gilbert: "Haha, you're not denying it."

Azel: "The title isn't that important."

Gilbert: "Really? I thought you’d be particular about it."

Azel: "Not at all. At least with you, being god or con-artist doesn't matter."

Azel: "I'm just a 'nuisance’ in the end, aren't I?"

Gilbert: "So you realized that."

Azel: "Just how many times do you think I've confiscated the weapons you smuggled into my country?"

Azel: "Can't you stop that? It's increasing my overtime and it's annoying."

Gilbert: "It only takes time because you carefully disassemble the firearms and send them back each time."

Gilbert: "Is that your hobby or something?"

Azel: "Do you want to be called a carefree rich boy?"

Gilbert: "Oh, so it was actually a declaration of war."

Azel: "If you understand that much, then don't bother asking. Tanzanite is the land of the gods,”

Azel: "So you should’ve realized by now that your spies and schemes are powerless in my sacred domain."

Gilbert: "Hmm, that's troublesome."

Gilbert: "It seems I miscalculated how difficult 'cleaning up' Tanzanite would be."

Gilbert: "Or perhaps I should say I underestimated you."

Gilbert: "Tanzanite has the lowest return rate for spies among the major countries."

Gilbert: "Currently you’re the only one from your country that's noticed my plans—No, more like, you're the only one at all."

Gilbert: "I thought that I could gather some information from you by sharing a drink, but..."

Gilbert: "You're quite hard to read. Is this what a god is like?"

Azel: "Donations are always welcome."

Gilbert: "Unfortunately for you, I only believe in myself."

Azel: "I figured as much. Spending time on you could be considered a waste."

Azel: "...Though a free meal does have its value."

Gilbert: "Haha, if you get along with me, there might be even better things in store for you."

Azel: "Not happening."

Gilbert: "Oh, that was an immediate answer. Despite us being somewhat similar."

Azel: "That's just slander."

Azel: "I don't distrust human potential as much as you do."

Azel: "Humanity doesn't need gods or beasts."

Gilbert: "...Is that so?"

Azel: "Want to bet?"

Gilbert: "Sure, sounds interesting."

Gilbert: "Your schemes are like mirages, vague and hard to grasp, but..."

Gilbert: "I'll bet on the foolishness of humans."

Azel: "Then I'll bet the opposite."

Azel: "I'll bet on the potential of humans."

Azel: "They have the ability to cleanse themselves. They can recognize and atone for their mistakes."

Azel: "Make sure to prepare your money, Disaster boy."

Gilbert: "You too."

Some little notes I had:

*: There's a possibility of Azel being older than Gilbert, seeing as he would attach things like (ーくん)-kun or (ーちゃん)-chan to the nicknames he gave Gilbert…That or Azel's was just trying to antagonize him.

**: Alternative interpretation of the nickname carefree rich boy could be 'airheaded/thoughtless young master'

***: Alternative interpretation of the nickname (厄災くん or yakusai-kun)Disaster boy could be 'Mr. Calamity'

I wasn't sure which of these interpretations would fit Azel's dialogue more, so I wanted to leave these notes so that everyone can get a general sense of the word/nickname.

Master List

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[blueberrylovv]

little tips i swear by

eat with a small fork/dessert fork so you can take smaller bites and convince yourself you're eating more by taking longer to finish your food (kinda the same mind game as eating from a small plate to trick yourself into thinking your portion is bigger than it really is)

use children's/baby divided plates - bc they are for children they are smaller and the compartments are also smaller, the dividers take up space so it also tricks your brain into believing you eat more bc you're using such a big plate

about the children's plates - i think it helps to see all your food separated to judge the ratios - for example instead of filling the biggest compartments with carbs and the small one with veggies go the other way around

take a sip of water every 2 to 3 bites - helps with hydration and with keeping you full, i also like it because it cleanses my palate so the next bite i take after the sip feels more exciting? in a way? im just not letting my mouth get used to the taste of the food im eating

i like to start my day with a coffee because it fills me up well and because of it i can push back the time i have my first meal (my coffee is around 250ml oats milk and drip coffee with ice, its usually around 100kcal so not much given that i sip it for a few hours and it allows me to push back my first meal by up to 6h sometimes even if i wake up extra hungry)

recently i've been portioning my food for the day in the morning (bc i also take my wiaiad pictures as soon as i wake up when the lighting is good) and it helps me so much with pacing myself throughout the day to see what i can have - i find it less overwhelming than meal prepping days in advance yet it still gives me a sense of control

just some tips that are probably nothing new and people talked about them thousand times before but it's something i do every day and i think it helps me so i thought i would share :3

ALSO WATER REMINDER!

[jymwahuwu]

Soooo i read your last post on the wedding day sex, and you mentioned getting whipped for consuming lewd media, but what if the reader got a masochist streak and came even harder from that, imagine the birb's shock.

cw: spanking, being spanked to orgasm, (not mentioned here but) yandere

Premise: Sunday does not allow you to browse any pornographic websites/content…

🤭🥺👉👈Love this. this…this…is so relevant to me. I definitely couldn't control myself during the spanking… Sunday couldn't understand what was going on (or Sunday quickly understood and used it as an excuse to punish again).

"Please remember - this is not for my pleasure. I am not here to seek pleasure." Another whip was swung on your red and swollen butt. You whimpered pitifully, tears streaming down your cheeks as you moved your legs forward, then kicked them up as if it would relieve the pain… but you knew it was to hide something more shameful. "This is to cleanse you of your sins."

Sunday's tone was calm, and he put the whip on your ass again, rubbing it as a warning. "Why did you lie to me?"

You stammered your explanation. "I-I, it's just-for some fun!"

Another whip. This time harder than last time.

"See. That's the problem." Disappointment was on his tongue. He gently moved the whip between your legs, gesturing for you to open your legs for the spanking. "You even cheated on me. You thought you couldn't get caught browsing porn sites." But as you sobbed and slowly spread your legs, something more sinister was revealed. His fingers touched your vulva a few times, and there was clear liquid all over it. "What's this?"

Sunday felt the tremble when his fingertips brushed against your shining petals. You were originally lying on the table with your hands, but now your upper body is lying on the table, raising your butt, moaning and intoxicated uncontrollably… Smack! Smack! Smack! A series of merciless slaps on your buttocks. There was a violent convulsion and shaking. Waves of that deliciously painful orgasm wash over your skin.

Sunday blinked and paused for a few seconds, lacking the experience to understand what you were facing now. "…You were spanked to orgasm?"

"I-I didn't!" You denied in panic, squeezing your legs.

Sunday had raised his hand again.

"No, I don't condone lies. Now, the spanking will start all over again because you thought it was for pleasure, not a lesson."

[yellowjestertfs]

Altered State: Part Four

After 25k words this part finally has some action lol. Read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three here and as always let me know your thoughts. P.S Sorry not sorry for the cliffhangers lol, I can't help myself.

Edward strolled through the now darkened streets struggling to wrap his mind around the events of the party and his newest level up. 

Completing the event quest had granted Edward not only level ten but also a bonus perk and a new quest he needed to complete to reach 11. “Experience intimate passion with another person on a sensual and physical level” might be the strangest way he had ever heard sex referred to, but he was convinced that was what the game wanted him to do, especially after the perks he had just received. 

“You have reached level ten. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Euphoric Caress: Your charm can be felt in your very touch. Any skin-to-skin contact now causes localized pleasure. Note: This effect scales with charisma. Note: this effect is 92.225% more intensive on people with a penis.”

“At level ten the Charmer class gets to pick from two class techniques. Note: the ability not picked may become available at levels 15, 20, 25, etc.”

“Choice One”

“Pipes of the The Pied Piper: You can expel energy to create a set of magical pipes that when played causes all nearby creatures that hear their song to follow you so long as you keep playing. Note: This ability requires an initial expenditure of ten energy points to summon the pipes and an additional maintenance cost of two energy points per minute to be maintained. Note: This effect is 92.22% more effective on men. Note: This effect may be lessened or completely negated for those with higher charisma than your own. Note: This ability is considered a charm effect and therefore can be resisted or negated by items, consumables, auras, techniques, or abilities with anti-charm properties. Note: These pipes are not limited to being used by the creator. Any music or satyr-based class may unlock extra effects when playing this set of pipes.” 

“Choice Two”

“Emotion Bomb: This technique allows you to expel energy to affect the emotions of a single target or a whole group, causing them to experience an intense rush of one of the following sensations: anger, lust, fear, or sadness. Note: more emotion options become available at levels 20, 30, 40, etc.” Note: The single target version of this technique costs three EP while the area version costs ten EP. Note: the potency of these emotions is based on your charisma.”

Edward had taken a few moments to think through the two choices. He could think of several times that day alone where both of those abilities would have come in handy. While the pipes seemed the potentially more powerful of the two it was also more niche. He picked the second option, emotion bomb, and felt he could now use the ability as easily as he did his silver tongue one. He neglected to try it out though as his energy was still slowly recovering after his latest expenditures.

Edward also couldn’t try out his Euphoric Caress perk. He experimented by laying a hand on his other arm but he felt nothing except soft skin. The perk seemed powerful, perfect for the seducer he was becoming, though Edward worried it might be a Midas touch situation waiting to happen, where everything he touched came in their pants.

Edward also received another technique from fully completing the event quest. 

“Captive Serpent: You can expend energy to gain some measure of control over another person's penis and maintain that control with a marginal energy drain per minute. Note: level of control scales with charisma. Note: This control can be broken by a sufficiently powerful cleansing effect or by items, consumables, auras, techniques, or abilities with anti-chastity properties. Note: This technique costs 1 energy to activate and another 1 energy to maintain each hour. 

Edward read the text carefully and then read it another time. Again he was left without a test subject to understand what exactly this technique did. His only hint was the fact that the technique was resisted by anti-chastity measures and the name, captive Serpent. If Edward with his 18 intelligence understood those hints correctly it would mean the technique allowed him to control the sexual pleasure of the male organ, or more directly prevent it. Edward had no idea why he would want to do something like that, but with his energy regeneration now at 5.04 per hour, he had the capability to hold five men's penis hostage at once if he did want to. 

Overall level ten and the whole party had been very fruitful for his development if a bit time-consuming. Edward feared Leon might have beat him to their designated milestone, though the lack of texts and calls bragging from his friend indicated he still had a chance to win. Though neither of them had ever verbalized it Edward knew in the way of best friends that he and Leon were to meet back at their house. He walked quickly and gracefully down the streets which were starting to fill with increasingly drunk college kids. The Alpha Sigma house, normally obnoxiously loud and crowded at this time on a Thursday night was uncharacteristically quiet. Through the window, Edward could only see a group of guys all huddled around a small TV, though he couldn’t tell what was playing on it. 

As Edward rounded a corner a block from him and Leon and Alvis’s house he smiled to himself thinking about what Leon’s reaction would be to seeing him. Though he looked completely different he was sure Leon would recognize him, just as how he knew he would recognize Leon if he grew scales and a tail, which with all the insane stuff he had discovered in the game so far seemed extremely possible. Edward didn’t really care about what his friend looked like, just as he knew Leon didn’t care about Edwards appearance, it was after all the basis of their friendship. Edward knew Leon might be the only person on earth who wouldn’t treat him differently, which after the insane control he had at the party would be refreshing. 

Edward felt somewhat nervous about his newest quest, the one that required him to have sex. The two had always had a pact with each other to lose their virginity together. It had seemed like idol fancy until today but still, he didn’t intend to break that promise, even if it kept him from progressing further. If Leon was amenable then the two could go either back to the art gallery party or to the sewer rave and Edward could find some chick to set Leon up with, then use his arsenal of seduction to get himself some hottie and the two could loose their virginity together as they had always planned. 

That plan went out the window when he saw the shirtless man jogging towards him on the street. 

It was as if someone had genetically created Edward's exact type and set him loose on the world. His face was cute enough but god damn that body! 

Tall with huge muscled pecs dusted with the right amount of hair, a slim cut set of abs, powerful shoulders, and biceps. His hairy thighs and ass stretched his much too-small shorts. Edward could make out the shape of a nice dick and a big set of balls through the fabric. 

Edward watched as those juicy pecs on broad shoulders bounced up and down as the shirtless man ran. He tried to stay strong but he couldn’t, Edward wanted to suck on one of those perky nipples so bad it was actually laughable.

Edward would have to make it up to Leon somehow, but he knew he couldn’t wait for his friend. He suddenly needed to fulfill his latest quest like a parched man needed water. This sexy meaty monster of a man had to be Edwards first, and maybe only, he was just that perfect. 

“Hey,” Edward called out to the passing runner. The introduction was simple and a little harsh but with all his perks and charisma Edward wasn’t worried. This man may have been a god but so too was Edward. He knew he could charm his way into this guy's pants, even if he was straight thanks to his gold star killer perk. 

The runner stopped and looked at him, eyes expanding slightly as he took Edward's perfect face in. “You live around here?” Edward asked stepping forward, trying to get in range for the man to breathe in his pheromones. Judging by the slowly expanding tent in the jogger's shorts, it was working. 

“Yeah I’m not far,” he said, voice not even winded from his run. He lifted one massive arm to scratch the back of his head adorably, exposing a hairy armpit and turning Edward's lust into overdrive. Edward took another step forward so that he was close enough to reach out and touch the man if he wanted. 

The runner took a deep shaky breath and his eyes developed a lusty glaze to them. Edward’s sage perk activated and he smiled at what he saw. This man wanted him so fucking bad, though at the same time, Edward could sense something was holding him back, some commitment this man had. Edward knew a few more breaths of his Cupids Perfume and that commitment would be the last thing on the man’s mind. 

“You're quite big,” Edward said taking yet another half-step forward so that the two were almost pressed against each other. Edward had grown slightly taller but he still had to look up at the man, who towered over him by a solid three inches. 

“Yes,” the man said simply. Edward could tell the man wasn’t dumb, more turned into a sex zombie by his charm. 

“Do you want to show me how big you are?” Edward asked. He reached up and ran the back of his hand over the side of the man's arm, feeling the solid mounds of his generous musculature underneath skin that felt hard as iron. The jogger let out a sound in between a laugh and a moan. His knees buckled and Edward had to take his hand away for fear of making the other fall over. He wondered at the power of his new Euphoric Caress perk. 

The jogger didn't seem to have any complaints. He nodded enthusiastically and looked like he wanted to fuck Edward right there in the street. 

Without another word, Edward led him the half block to his apartment and tried to control his raging boner. 

- 

Leon led the sexy stranger into his apartment. The last few minutes felt like a fever dream. One second he was jogging back home to look for Edward and tell him in person he had fucked his ass in their bet, the next seconds he saw an angel descended for heaven casually walking down the street. Leon had always been straight, and despite numerous attempts by Edward, he had never found a guy sexy. But you would have to be blind and a-sexual and a little bit concussed to not find that guy hot.

He had the face of a model. Perfectly symmetrical features, thick brows, kissable lips, flawless skin, and eyes that were somehow both blue, green, and brown and shone bright even on the dark street. His face was oval but his jaw was square lending him a masculine but still soft beauty. His hair was a rich field of golden waves and though his body was visibly scrawny he had an undeniable bulge in his pants.

Leon practically tripped over himself when the guy called out to him. He was instantly likable. Leon could tell he was both funny and kind. That he knew he was sexy but wasn’t too arrogant about it. Leon wanted to say something to him, like “Will you marry me you perfect creature” but was too frazzled by the waves of testosterone in his system and being so sexually attracted to a man to say anything more then one word answers. His overwhelming horniness was not helped by the man getting closer. He smelled spicy, like expensive cologne but also clean soap and citrus. 

The man asked Leon some questions and Leon mumbled out answers, too transfixed his beauty and his now atomic-level horniness to think straight. Some little voice in the back of his mind told him he had promised Edward he would wait for him to have sex. That voice died as soon as the man touched him. It was as if the man's hand was made up of thousands of needles shooting pure ecstasy into his bloodstream. The sensation was intense and erotic and felt better than anything he had ever experienced before. His whole body shook from just one touch. He needed to feel more, he needed this man wrapped around him and for him to never let go. 

Wordlessly Leon led the man the half block back to his apartment. To his relief neither Edward nor Alvis were home. As soon as the door closed behind them it was as if a switch was flipped. The two kicked off their shoes and smashed their lips together, Leon almost died from the pleasure. That being Leon’s first kiss he couldn’t compare this kiss to others and yet he naturally knew that this man was an abnormally good kisser. 

Leon’s lips felt like sexual organs, pumped so full of pleasure it made him dizzy. The man slipped his tongue into Leon’s mouth and the pleasure only increased. Leon let his instincts take over. With the effort it would take to move a pencil, Leon lifted the man into the air and carried him into the living room, all while still kissing. 

Leon intended to bring the man to his bedroom but the man pulled him down onto the couch and Leon was helpless to refuse. A few of Alvis's stupid gadgets sat on the couch and Leon tossed them aside before he lowered himself down onto the man, careful not to put his full body weight onto him lest he be crushed.

As the two continued to make out the stunning man began to run his hands over Leon’s bare torso, each touch was like a lightning bold of pleasure. He needed more skin-to-skin contact. Leon grabbed handfuls of the man's white sweater and effortlessly and efficiently took both it and the shirt underneath off to reveal the man's slim, but still well-proportioned, bare torso. 

Leon pressed their bodies together and let out a moan as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. The golden man reached down and with help from Leon removed Leon’s shorts, then his underwear so that Leon's dick and newly enlarged balls flopped free. For a second the man looked nervous like he was inexperienced, though the idea seemed ridiculous to Leon; a man who looked like this must get laid more time than there were hours in the day. Then all non-primitive thought left his brain as the man's mouth wrapped around his dick.

It took all the willpower in the world for Leon not to instantly cum. He had thought he had been hard before but the sudden explosion of pleasure rocked his member to an unseen level of engorgedness. His hips involuntarily bucked and his cock slid deeper into the man's mouth, which only intensified the pleasure. The man gagged slightly but kept that effortless grace he possessed as he pulled off, took a deep breath, and went back in. 

He developed a rhythm of bobbing up and down Leon’s shaft and using his tongue masterfully the whole time. Leon warped his hands in the man's blond curls and let out long appreciative moans as the man played with his balls with those pleasure-inducing nimble fingers. Several times he felt as if he was about to cum but didn't, as if his dick had some mechanical valve keeping his cum in, leaving him permanently at that intense place of euphoria before ejaculation. Leon tried not to let his brain melt out of his ears. 

After an amount of time that could have been a minute or an hour, the man removed his mouth from Leon’s dick and looked up at him with that face so beautiful it made Leon want to cry. “Want to try something else?” He asked.

Leon nodded his head dazedly. The man stood up from the couch but motioned for Leon to keep sitting. Slowly as if putting on a show he removed his pants and underwear, letting Leon get a long look at his perky ass and surprisingly large penis, larger by a fair bit than Leon’s. Leon wondered for a second if he was going to ask Leon to suck him off. Leon had never in his life imagined he’d give a blow job, but for this man, he would do it and gladly. 

Instead, the man positioned himself on the couch so that his smooth pale ass was sticking up in the air. It didn't take all Leon’s 10.7 intelligence to understand what he wanted.

Leon stood up and grabbed the man's waist from behind, hand electrified with pleasure where there was skin-to-skin contact. He hesitated. Leon didn’t know much about gay sex, but he was pretty sure you needed lube. He didn't own any lube, and he doubted Edward or Alvis had any either. Hopefully, the saliva on his dick would be enough. Another thought suddenly crossed his mind.

“You are clean right,” He asked. The man smiled as if the idea of him having some STI was ridiculous. 

“Yeah I’m clean, you?”

“I’m all good” Leon assured. With that final hurdle out of the way, Leon breathed in one last lungful of the man's intoxicating scent and let his instincts take over. Leon felt his perfect form perk activate as he positioned his dick against the man's tight hole and slowly penetrated at the perfect slow speed. 

Both of them cried out as his tip entered, the stranger in discomfort, Leon in pleasure as his dick was surrounded by tight pleasure-inducing flesh. Leon had always had a dick slightly shorter than average, but thick. The boosts Leon had received to his charisma and testosterone production had both grown his dick about an inch so far, making it now average in length and even more girthy. Leon suspected that might be the reason the man was having trouble taking Leon, that and the fact that his hole was ridiculously, almost virginally, tight. Slowly however the stranger began to open up. 

All of Leon’s animal instincts screamed at him to go fast, to use his inner strength ability or new size up to pound this twink into the next decade. He had just enough mental soundness left to ignore those instincts. He lowered his dick most of the way into the man then lifted it back out, then lowered it back into him slightly faster and deeper, repeating the process again and again until he started to develop a flow. He tossed his head back in pleasure and let out a satisfied groan.

Leon reached an arm around to jerk off the man's dick, hand going numb from the pleasure of the skin-to-skin contact. Leon had never given a handjob before to anyone but himself but his Perfect Form perk allowed him to do an adequate job and the other man quickly became hard and let out an appreciative moan. Before Leon had laid eyes upon this man the idea of jerking another man off would have held no interest to him. Now he felt as if he was fulfilling some duty he had always possessed, it felt supernaturally right.

After a few minutes of anal something strange happened. As Leon pounded his dick into the man's ass, still at a slower rate than he would have liked, he heard two dings, one the normal sound he heard when he leveled up, the other a softer more faint sound, like an echo.

Sure enough familiar notifications filled his vision. 

You have reached level eleven. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma, +0.3 Intelligence.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Grower and Shower: The size of your genitalia now scales off strength rather than charisma. Note: this growth is lessoned after fifty strength. Note: This perk makes you resistant to all shrinking effects.”

Leon’s eyes widened as the familiar feeling of subtle growth surged through him. His ass grew even thicker, his abs stronger, and his back rippled like the ocean as it grew wider. The hand jerking the man off grew larger and thicker. There was another growth too, one that was not subtle but sudden, and dramatic. Inside of the man's ass Leon’s dick expanded, it expanded a lot.

With his now 32 in strength, Leon’s penis grew to become proportionate with the rest of his body, in other words huge. It happened so fast that by the time he realized what was occurring, it was too late. As it expanded Leon desperately tried to remove his now more then ten-inch thick cock from the man’s ass but the new girth caused it to get stuck in the man's tight hole. Leon blanched thinking he was about to split this stranger in half or have his penis burst out of the man's stomach. Instead, his penis expanded into, well he wasn’t exactly sure where, only that the man's body seemed to wrap around it, hugging it tightly in that pleasure including hole.

The man turned back to look at Leon, surprise recognizable in his sparking eyes but not pain. “Are you, are you ok?” Leon breathed, voice horse from the pleasure of the sex and the sudden growth of his sex organ.

The man, who seemed impossibly even more handsome, nodded as if disbelieving of the fact. Then he surprised Leon further by saying “pound me.” He said with the confidence of a true whore. 

“Are you sure?” Leon asked doubtfully. If the man had been in pain before he couldn’t imagine how he would be able to take Leon’s now massive cock any easier. 

“Pound me please, you muscle beast” the man insisted, voice firm. That was all the confirmation Leon needed. Hearing the man call him a muscle beast unlocked something in him. He unleashed his full power onto the man, who much to his surprise seemed to take it with little effort. Leon thrust hard and fast, the only sound the slaps of flesh on flesh, two moaning men, and the rush of blood in his ears.

“Harder” the man yelled and Leon complied. “Harder,” he said again and Leon rammed his penis into him with the full force of his 32 strength. His new Grower and Shower perk must have some hidden effect allowing people to take his massive tool easier Leon reasoned as he smashed the handsome man mercilessly. 

Leon fucked, and fucked, and fucked even harder, massive dick and balls and body working in perfect harmony. For the first time, Leon felt completely embodied, like this was how he was always meant to be like this is what he was always meant to do. Leon felt like a fucking Juggernaut.

-

The muscular man pounded Edward like a Thanksgiving turkey. Edward suspected if he was anyone else in the world he would be in the hospital right now, or blended into a pulp and flung against the wall by the full power, of the semi-automatic meat stick made for war pounding him like a jackhammer. Instead, Edward took it without a single ounce of pain and a whole lot of pleasure. And it was all thanks to his newest perk. 

Edward had reached level eleven after a few minutes of half painful half pleasurable anal sex when his carnal quest had finally completed. In his overwhelmed state he thought he heard the sound of two dings though only one set of notifications appeared. 

“You have reached level eleven. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.”

“You have gained a class perk.” 

“Charmers Basket: You are not fearful of any snake, no matter the size. Your ass and mouth are now able to take any penis regardless of size.” 

The description of this latest perk seemed relatively simple compared to some of the others he had been receiving lately, though immediately useful. Edward's hole which had felt painfully stretched out for the duration of the activity suddenly relaxed allowing all of the muscular man's penis to enter him without a hint of pain while still remaining tight around the thrusting organ. 

Edward also had the strange sensation of the man's penis growing larger inside of him, though he supposed that might just be a side effect of the perk.

The man looked up at him with an adorable expression as if he had done something wrong. “Are you ok?” he asked nervously. Edward assured him he was. For a man who obviously got a lot of action, he was acting like a bashful virgin. Edward supposed he might actually be when it came to men. He wondered how this man, if he had been straight was taking suddenly having sex with a man due to his Gold Star Killer perk. 

He didn't seem to overly mind. Edward really had no idea what he was doing. His blow job had honestly been rather sloppy but the combination of his Effortless Grace perk and his Euphoric Caress had made up for it judging by the moans. Early on in the blow job through the hand cupped on the man’s large balls Edward had felt the stranger prepare to cum. That simply wouldn’t do. With a mental command, Edward activated one of his newest techniques, Captive Serpent. Two energy points left his body as he felt a new sensation grow in his brain as he gained partial control over the man's penis. It felt like moving a muscle, only the body part wasn’t connected to his body. Edward flexed the new sensation and felt the penis in his mouth soften. He lessoned the push and the penis hardened again. It took another few tries before Edward found the perfect balance that left the man's penis still hard and horny but prevented him from cumming, leaving him on the precipice right before ejaculation. With a bit more effort he also discovered he could increase the pleasure experienced by the sexual organ under his control. He did so and the man’s moans only intensified. 

Now the man pounded Edward doggie style grunting rhythmically with each thrust, still prevented from cumming. Edward knew it had to be his new perk but it suddenly felt as if the man's penis was reaching new depths of his anis, wracking his whole body in pure pleasure.  Edward sensed the man had the stamina and strength to give him even more. He was holding back, worried he was going to hurt Edward. That wasn’t possible anymore. 

“Harder” Edward commanded and the muscular man complied, doubling the force of his thrust. Edward's eyes started to cross, he never imagined he could be fucked so hard, much less like it. The man's penis felt like it was made of metal and so did his muscles which Edward felt up gleefully. “Harder” he commended again and like the good charmed muscle snake he was he complied fucking Edward even harder. 

Edward might have let the stranger fuck him forever, till one or both of them died of starvation or thirst. As it were the two fucked for thirty straight minutes, periodically switching positions or passionately making out. Finally, however the man spoke up.

“Can I cum in your hole?” He asked. Edward couldn’t tell if he was asking permission to cum in his hole or just to cum at all. Either way, Edward supposed all good things had to end, and that if the guy was having even half as much fun as Edward had they would be doing this a lot more in the future. 

Edward released his block on the man's penis and felt his partner speed up, faster than Edward thought humanly possible. With one final thrust of strength beyond anything he had demonstrated thus far the man came, letting out a loud bellow and spraying a copious amount of thick hot cum into Edward, some of which absorbed into his now infinitely deep anal cavity and some of which dripped out his hole and onto the couch. Oops. 

As the man came he jerked Edward’s dick off with a large powerful hand. Edward’s cum  dripped down to mingle with the hunk's potent load.

The two collapsed in each other's arms, on the now disgusting, sticky, and dented couch. As the hunk pulled out Edward felt himself think clearly for the first time in hours. He realized how reckless this had been fucking so openly in the living room where Leon or Alvis could have walked in on them at any second. He doubted either of his roommate would recognize him either, so they would have thought two strangers were fucking in their living room. 

“That was amazing,” the man said wrapping his large warm arms around Edward. Edward snuggled into his embrace. He rested his head on the man's pillowy pecs and ran his fingers through his perfect carpet of chest hair, mindful that his every touch was having an orgasmic effect on him, even immediately postcoital. Looking down at the guy's dick he was amazed to see that soft it looked just as big if not bigger than it had when he was hard. This guy was either the biggest shower in the world or he had undergone a sudden growth spurt in the past few minutes. 

The man breathed in Edward’s spiked sent and his dick started to engorge with blood. It was undeniably bigger, by far. A massive meat stick Edward was positive he hadn’t had when he walked through the door. Edward wondered if it could possibly be his doing, maybe part of the Captive Serpent technique that wasn’t listed in the description. 

Edward thought about asking him about it before a more pressing question occurred to him. This man had fucked him up down and sideways and Edward didn't even know his name. He opened his mouth to ask but before he could a sudden notification appeared in his vision. This wasn’t the familiar gray level-up notifications he was used to. Instead, the text was written very plain, just white text on a black background in a blocky simple font. It looked like the text that had appeared in front of his face in this very room when he and Leon had first started, right after the TV had freaked out and shown all those symbols and colors. The message read:

“The player count for this version of Altered State has reached critical mass. The system has automatically upgraded itself from version 1.1 to version 1.2.”

Under that, a smaller message read “A full list of changes are available to all players with above a 100 in intelligence or with a technology-based class. Thank you for playing Altered State.” 

In even smaller text so small Edward could barely read it yet another message was written. 

“Altered state is a product of the HunkTech corporation. Any unauthorized tampering with of any version of this product will result in immediate correctional effort.”

Edward blinked the message away, having no idea what nearly any of that meant. He didn't have the right class or high enough stats to get the patch notes, so he had no idea what effect if any they might have on his perks or techniques. 

Right away Edward could see little things had changed. The display superimposed onto his vision was now slightly sleeker and more robust, showing him his stats in a clearly visible field on the left side of his vision.

Edward looked over to the man next to him. A strange glassy look had come over the man's eyes, and they scanned back and forth as if he was reading something in the air. Edward felt his breath catch. Something else had changed. There was a floating tag above the man's head, listing his name, level, and class. 

“Leon - level 11 Juggernaut.”

Edward rocketed up off the couch and let out a sound of surprise and horror. The man, or Leon as he had just come to realize, his best friend and roommate, looked away from the message and up at Edward. His face became confused as he read the words Edward was sure now appeared over his head as well.

“No way my roommate's name is also Edward.” He said then blinked again as the pieces finally fell into place. “Your Edward,” he said dumbstruck, “like as in my Edward?” For some reason hearing this muscular behemoth call Edward his made Edward’s heart flutter but he quickly pushed the feeling aside as he tried to reconcile his short fat friend with this hunk who had just fucked him. 

Edward couldn’t find a single word, instead he just stood there looking stupid with his mouth hanging open. So much for the ultimate charmer. “Wait I’m so confused Edward is that you? Did we just… Holy shit dude, I can’t believe this.” Leon said, verbalizing all the words Edward was unable to say in a rush. 

“Beat you to level ten,” Edward joked weakly.

Leon looked at him incredulously, then his face scrunched up in a very familiar Leon-like expression of indignation. “As if dude. I totally fucking won. I would have beat you home anyways if you hadn’t distracted me.” 

Edward scoffed. “No way you would have won. You were too busy giving the who neighborhood a titty show.” 

“Eat a bag of dicks,” Leon said back to him. Edward raised an eyebrow and the two started laughing together so hard Edward could almost pretend like nothing had changed, both with their bodies and their relationship.

“So,” Edward said eventually once the two stopped laughing. “How did this happen,” he gestured to Leon’s bare hugely muscled body. 

“It's kind of a long story,” Leon said preemptively. He started in on his tale, beginning as soon as the two split up. Leon’s first quest had directed him to the gym. He told Edward that his first few quests had been easy, just requiring some basic exercises. Along the way, he discovered a bit of an XP hack as well that allowed him to bypass an especially difficult objective. Edward wondered if he had his own such experience source. If he had been gaining level progress for each social interaction and not noticing. Edward decided he would have to test that theory later.  Like Edward, each level had also given Leon stat points along with some perks, which he listed in the order he had obtained them.

Leon slowed down the story as he described his first confrontation with Hunter. “Wait I think I had a run-in with that guy too,” Edward said interrupting. “I used my silver tongue on him in this clothing shop to make him be nice.” 

“Like you used your silver tongue on me,” Leon asked raising an eyebrow. This was the first acknowledgement of what had happened between the two of them and Edward was glad Leon could joke about it. 

“No, it's one of my techniques.” Edward clarified.

“What’s a technique?” Leon asked. This prompted Edward to start to tell his story. He told Leon about going to the coffee shop, setting up Trent and Tag, gaining the very painful Golden Ratio perk, the Silver Tongue techniques, and access to Energy Points. Finally, Edward told Leon how he had used that new technique on Hunter. 

Leon listened attentively, from the couch eyes scanning across Edward's face when he talked, before resting very obviously on Edward's lips. Edward realized he and Leon were still very much naked, though for some reason he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“You look fucking perfect dude. It’s kind of freaking me out” Leon said.

“Thanks,” Edward said not knowing what else to say. He had thought Leon might have been mad about them having but all this looking and compliments made Edward wonder if he wanted to do it again. Edward wouldn’t mind that.

“That Hunter dude is really fucking pissed at you.” Leon said breaking the tension, “well not as pissed as he is with me, but I think you're the reason he tried to kill me” Leon said causally. He laid back down on the couch and started fidgeting with one of Alvis's strange devices he often left lying around. His tone and position were so casual that if he wasn’t now a naked wall of muscle Edward could pretend nothing had changed.

“He tried to do what?” Edward asked concerned. This prompted Leon to finish his story. He told about his equally painful level five experience, about how he had lost all the weight pretty much all at once and gained the inner strength ability. He glazed over most of his next few quests but he told Edward about joining some club that fought with foam swords, and about having to do a shirtless workout and how embarrassing but also exhilarating that had been.

He then talked about his second confrontation with Hunter, how the frat president had stolen his clothes while he was in the shower but he gained a perk that made it so people didn’t care if he was naked. That explained to Edward why he didn't feel very strange about Leon lying there naked, though it didn't explain why Leon hadn’t told Edward to cover up yet.

Leon explained very matter-of-factly how he had baited Hunter into completing the next two quests for him but how Hunter had almost choked him to death in the process. Then casually as if he was talking about what he ate for lunch Leon described a battle between his new club’s member and Hunter and his frat bros.

“A battle?” Edward asked incredulously, he was glad he had gotten the charmer class and not the Juggernaut class. “Did you like kill them?”

“No, no,” Leon said laughing. “We just scared them off. Anyways that got me to level nine and then I just had to break the gym's weight record and run a quick marathon to get to ten.” He said again as if describing a grocery list and not herculean acts of athleticism Leon could have never even dreamed of the day before. “Anyways I was just on my way home when this freakishly handsome guy turned me gay and had me fuck him like a caveman,” he said it in a joking way but a wave of guilt and nervousness again washed over Edward.

Edward did his best to defect by changing the subject. “Sounds like you had it easy. I had to turn this boring art viewing into a “lit party”” He said the last part with air quotes and an eye roll. “I mean sometimes this game sounds like my grandma trying to be hip.”

Leon laughed and smiled that big dorky grin making blood rush to Edward’s face and his cock. He turned away so his friend couldn’t see. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Leon didn’t seem to notice. “no way that was you, I ran past that party I think! It looked pretty lit from the outside, how did you manage that?” 

“Well I ended up inviting pretty much the whole school and” Edward hesitated but he wasn’t in the habit of keeping things from this friend “I also convinced some of the people there to give in to their, carnal desires,” Edward finished awkwardly, borrowing the game's description for sex. 

Leon saw right through his roundabout explanation. “No way you made an old people orgy!”

Edward nodded smiling. He knew he was supposed to be the one with all the charisma but something about being with Leon always made him feel like giggling like a baby. Leon was just always so himself.

“Dude that's fucking sick. Did you get in on it?” Leon asked.

“No!” Edward said suddenly feeling the need to correct the assumption. “Well one guy kissed me but I mostly just watched. That was umm, that was my first time doing it with someone. Obviously” Edward finished awkwardly. He wasn’t sure why but he wanted Leon to know what they had done was special. “I did all that and still made it to level ten before you,” he said trying to regain the normal teasing tone of their conversation. 

“No way Ed,” Leon shot back.

“Yes, way. I was about to be home too when some muscle freak kidnapped me off the street and threw me around like I was his sex doll.”

“Oh is that what happened?” Leon asked with a big dopy grin.

“Pretty much,” Edward said crossing his arms.

“Well, sex doll, care for round two?”

Edward pretended to think it over. “I guess I could be persuaded to take another ride on the Leon coster. Are you sure you're recovered, big guy?”

“With these guys,” Leon said pointing to his swollen balls and thrusting obnoxiously into the air, “I’m always ready.” Then quicker than Edward thought possible Leon leaped from the couch and scooped Edward's naked body up into his arms. He stuck his face into Edward's neck, breathing in deeply Edward's pheromones and giving sloppy hard full mouth kisses Edward was sure would leave hickeys.

Edward thought he was going to bring him into one of their bedrooms but he carried Edward past both their open doors and instead into Alvis’s room down the hall. Circuit boards and other tech lined his desk and shelves while posters of obscure scientists and girls in bikinis hung on the wall. Edward had no idea where Alvis was. The creepy nerd was never out past 7:30 and the thought of him parting was unthinkable. “What are you doing” Edward laughed as Leon carried him into the room while continuing to go full vampire on his neck, his roommate's new stubble tickling the sensitive area. 

“I want to christen this room, show it some action for once.” Edward decided to neglected to mention the fact that neither of their rooms had ever seen any action either. 

“What what if he comes back?” Edward insisted, though his heart wasn’t in it. He thought it was kind of hot if messed up, to fuck in their evil roommate's bed.

“He’s probably at a incel convention or something. Eww stop making me think too much about him I’ll lose my hard-on” Leon wasn’t joking about having a hard on. Edward looked down to see a gigantic erect penis pressing up against his ass. 

“Holy shit” was all Edward could say as Leon gently threw him onto Alvis’s bed and stood above him, flexing his massive arms and swinging his club of a penis back and forth. 

“You like what you see?” Leon asked. He placed both hands on his slightly upward-curved dick and even his massive mitts couldn’t cover the whole thing. “This is courtesy of my level eleven perk.”

“Well, how fortuitous that I got a perk that lets me take that thing,” Edward said crawling forward on the bed with the effortless grace afforded him by another Snake Charmer ability.

“Fortuitous? Your such a nerd, who the hell says —“ His mockery was cut off as Edward took the head of Leon’s cock into his mouth and pleasure overwhelmed his friend. Suddenly all Leon could do was moan, and then thrust, and then throw Edward around like he actually was a sex doll and fuck and fuck and fuck. 

The two fucked again for what felt like hours and very easily could have been. Edward maintained his Captive Serpent control over Leon. He was slowly becoming better at the control offered by the technique, now able to effect Leon’s cock without much mental effort. Finally, after Leon was practically begging for release Edward allowed Leon to cum, this time all over his face, and the two collapsed back into each other, each enjoying the other's warm body and proximity close.

“You kind of smell,” Edward said, nose close to his massive friend's armpit. 

“Says the man with cum all over his face. I call first shower.” 

Edward laughed. “As if. We are not wasting water showering separately.” 

Edward had thought maybe the shower would kill the overwhelming hormones running through his system but it seemed to only do the opposite. Pressed so close in the tight shower Leon was practically hotboxed by Edward’s Pheromones, and Edward had ample opportunity to run his hands over Leon's sexier then god muscles. 

They had sex one last time. This time Leon gave Edward’s sizable penis a blow job. He was inexperienced but his eagerness and Perfect Form perk let him do an passable job. Though Edward was tempted to let his ripped friend fuck him a third time in the shower even his indestructible ass needed a break. Instead he and Leon jerked each other off, Edward’s hands providing the same euphoric feelings as his ass or mouth.

The two did their best to wash all the cum down the drain, though there was a lot of it, and actually clean their bodies. Once Edward toweled off, he retrieved his clothes from the living room and redressed them in the bathroom. Leon felt no such need and strutted around naked. 

The two wiped steam off the mirror and spent an embarrassing amount of time just staring at their reflections. If anyone else looked at themselves for this long they would be considered obsessively vain but Edward and Leon needed time to reacquaint themselves with reflections that bore little resemblance to the appearance they had had all their lives. That at least was what Edward was doing, Leon was mostly just flexing and talking about how “fucking ripped” he was now. 

Edward reached up and touched the hair on his friend's thick neck and square jaw. “You look so different,” he said wistfully. As he looked at his friend Edward realized the feelings he was having for his former platonic best friend were more than just sexual ones. That scared him more then Hunter ever could and he quickly removed his hand from Leon’s face before he said something stupid.

“Says the most sexy man in the world,” Leon said still flexing in the mirror. His voice was slightly lower than it had been this morning. It was something only Edward or Leon’s parents would notice but it became all Edward could think about. Leon looked at his face and stroked the hair on his chin. “What do you think of the scruff babe?” He asked and Edward’s heart skipped a beat before he had to remind himself that Leon called him babe all the time as a joke and that it didn't actually mean anything. 

“I think you should shave it off. See how fast it grows back.” 

Leon's face split into an adorable dopey grin, and he reached for a razor. “That’s a fucking sick idea. I bet it will be back in an hour!” Leon's voice faded in volume as Edward left the bathroom “I’m going to be like a mountain man dude, or Dumbledore with a giant beard. It’s totally going to get stuck in your ass when I rim you,” he said laughing deep and loud.

Edward paced around the living room. He needed to get away from Leon for just a minute to clear his head. When they were fucking Edward could forget, but when he made stupid jokes it was obvious that that huge manly man was his best friend. 

Leon had always been straight, he had always made that clear. That man loved boobs and women more than life itself, though he never got any. Now Edwards perks made it so that Leon was attracted to him sexually, which Leon knew was not the same thing as romantically. So Leon would only ever see him as his best friend and fuck buddy, friends with benefits. Edward realized wanted more. He knew with his looks and perks he could now get pretty much any guy he wanted, but he didn't want anyone else. He wanted to be with Leon, forever. He didn't know what was wrong with him. 

Edward kept pacing. In the bathroom, he could hear Leon humming to himself. Edward was only level eleven he reasoned with himself. Surely if he kept gaining levels and perks there would be one that could make Leon fall in love with him. That thought felt vaguely sinister to him, but in a moment of panic, he latched onto it. It also brought up another issue, one he had been avoiding up till now. Edward had no idea when, if ever this would end.

He had been so busy and overwhelmed that he had never considered the nature of these changes. Every game had a goal, and also an end. The point of “Altered State” couldn’t possibly be just to level up. He had to be leveling up in order to do something. Plus there had to be a level cap, otherwise, he and Leon would just keep gaining stats and abilities until they were gods. Edward got slightly hard again at the idea. 

The game had come in a box. Edward searched around for it and the disk to see if there was any information he and Leon had missed this morning. Edward noticed for the first time the living room was absolutely trashed. The carnage couldn’t have all been from his and Leon’s sex, as vigorous as it was.

All of Alvis’s various game councils and gadgets had been moved from their place. Most had been split open, pieces of wiring and machinery taken out and picked through like vultures to road kill. Edward searched through the piles of junk looking for the game. He couldn’t find it. 

“Hey Leon can you come in here!” Edward called a pit of dread rising in his stomach. 

A second later Leon walked in, big feet causing the ground to shake like he were Godzilla. Leon had shaved the rest of his face and was left with only a mustache “think I look sexy?” He asked putting on a deeper voice. 

Edward did think he looked incredibly sexy, like a cowboy stripper. He was too panicked to flirt though. “Have you seen the game?” Edward asked. 

“What game?” Leon said, sensing the tension in his friend's voice.

“The Altered State game. You know the one that turned you into that.” Edward said waving a hand at Leon's muscular naked body. 

“Oh. I think we left the disk in the game console.” Leon said moving over to look through the piles as well. 

“It's not there,” Edward said, a shrill note rising in his voice.

Leon helped Edward look through but couldn’t find any hint of the game either, nor the console they had plugged it into either. “Earlier when Alvis texted us about using his game system, you don’t think he played,” Leon asked, all humor gone.

“I think it's worse. Earlier when the system updated it said it had reached critical mass.” Edward said slowly, not wanting the words to be true.

“I thought that was because our sex crashed the game.”

“What if it meant-“ Edward was cut off by the ding of his very low-battery cell phone in his pocket. 

A new text from Trent. Edward saw there were a series of others from the guy updating Edward about his date with the sexy barista which Edward had missed because of all the fucking.

“Art party is awesome! Tag is totally grinding on me :)” 9:36 PM.

“Turns out there is an orgy here!!! WTF! I made a joke about joining and Tag seemed kind of into it! OMG OMG OMG” 9:58 PM

“Didn’t go to the orgy. FML. Turns out the Alpha Sigma frat party tonight is back on. Those frat guys are jerks and can suck my dick, but Tag wants to go and I actually want him to suck my dick so I think I’m going to go with it. Maybe c u there?” 10:23 PM

“Party is totally bad vibes! All the frat guys are acting really weird. There is this little rat-looking guy ordering them around and tinkering with all this technology stuff. Not worth coming, Tag and I are going to leave soon anyways” 11:09 PM.

“Ok really really don’t come. Frat guys are blocking all the exits, not letting anyone leave. They set up some huge projector screen and they say we all have to watch something. Plus they don’t even have good music #worstpartyever.” 11:17 PM. 

Edward read the texts getting more and more nervous with each one. He wordlessly handed the phone to Leon and let him read the messages. 

“You think the rat guy is Alvis?” Leon asked, an expression of deep concentration on his face, then he realized something else. “Sigma Alpha is the frat Hunter is in. Do you think he is working with Alvis? Damn man, talk about a fucking Legion of Doom.”

“Defeat the Legion of Doom”

The quest notification popped into Edwards’ vision so rapidly that he flinched. Three objectives were listed under the quest with no other information provided. 

"Defeat all lesser members of The Legion 0/26. Reward: XP.”

“Defeat the leaders of The Legion 0/2. Reward: XP, Exclusive Class Specific Item.”

“Put a stop to The Legion’s plans 0/1. Reward: XP,  Class Technique, Love Potion.”

"Note: This is a correctional quest. Defeated parties will immediately be reverted to level one and have their class changed to the Wretch class.”

Countdown 17:00 minutes

The clock started immediately, ticking down to 16:59. Edward’s eyes read and reread the word “love potion” multiple times then looked up at Leon whose eyes were glazed over, reading his own notification. 

Edward looked back at the last line of the quest. He had no idea what a correctional quest was, nor what the wretch class was but he knew he didn't want to find out. A carrot and a stick then. The game really wanted him and Leon at that frat party. That should have been his first hint that it was going to be the worst party ever.

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Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

Those are the very facts surrounding Matthew Livelsberger’s actions on New Years Day outside the Trump hotel in Las Vegas. Yet corporate media refuses to use words “MAGA terrorism”—and many are leaving out of their reporting the full details of Livelsberger’s final bone-chilling notes. We now know many of the key facts in connection with 37 year-old Livelsberger—whose Uncle explained “loved” Trump. He was a career Army Special Forces master sergeant who served three tours in Afghanistan and was decorated by the Army for valor. Reportedly, he suffered from some form of PTSD that likely drove him to take his own life by shooting himself while in the Tesla truck. Tragically, nearly 20 veterans each day in the United States commit suicide.

But Livelsberger didn’t commit suicide like many others in a spur of the moment event or in a private setting like a home. This was part of plot hatched over time. As FBI Special Agent In Charge Spencer Evans stated Friday, “It’s evident that [Livelsberger] considered, planned, and thoughtfully prepared for this act.” [...]

Livelsberger wrote point bank in a note he directed to, “Fellow Servicemembers, Veterans, and all Americans” that it’s, “TIME TO WAKE UP!” He continued on to explain, “This was not a terrorist attack, it was a wake up call. Americans only pay attention to spectacles and violence. What better way to get my point across than a stunt with fireworks and explosives?” But the corporate media articles almost all ignored other parts of his note and instead focused on his next comment: “Why did I personally do it now? I needed to cleanse my mind of the brothers I’ve lost and relieve myself of the burden of the lives I took.”

That is misleading reporting on a few counts. First, most articles leave out that in the next line, Livelsberger pledged his allegiance to Trump and the MAGA agenda and urged others to do the same. Livelsberger wrote, “Consider this last sunset of ’24 and my actions the end of our sickness and a new chapter of health for our people. Rally around the Trump, Musk, Kennedy, and ride this wave to the highest hegemony for all Americans!” (Boldface added.) Livelsberger was urging people in his last words to support Trump and other MAGA leaders. His note also amplified the MAGA agenda such as writing “DEl is a cancer” and he labeled Vice President Harris “the DEl candidate” who “thankfully we rejected.” He mocked Biden by referring to him as “Weekend at Bernie’s,” while sharing joy about Trump’s win, claiming now we will have a “real President.”

But the most alarming and sinister parts of his notes have been barely covered by the media. For example, under his call for “Fellow Servicemembers, Veterans, and all Americans” to “wake up,” he urged them to head to Washington, D.C. to “purge” the government and military from those who oppose them. He wrote, “Military and vets move on DC starting now. Militias facilitate and augment this activity.” He demanded them take control of the facilities until “the purge is complete.”

Those ominous words are made more concerning by the lines that followed. Livelsberger made it explicitly clear that the target of this purge are Democrats—who if they won’t give up power peacefully, force must be used. He wrote, “Try peaceful means first, but be prepared to fight to get the Dems out of the fed government and military by any means necessary.” He added, “They all must go and a hard reset must occur for our country to avoid collapse.” [...] In contrast, in the case of the New Orleans attacker Shamsud Din-Jabbar who drove his rented truck into the crowd on New Years Day and killed 14 people, he has rightfully been labeled a terrorist given videos showing him swearing allegiance to ISIS and his goal being to further their sick agenda. In some parts of corporate media, there has been nuanced coverage of what led him to this dark place from personal to financial issues, etc. But the coverage still includes—rightfully—a look into what radicalized him in the hopes of preventing ISIS from successfully recruiting others in the future.

The Las Vegas Trump International Hotel Tesla Cybertruck bombing was a MAGA-inspired terrorist attack, as the perpetrator Matthew Livelsberger was a die hard MAGA cultist seeking to inspire people to violently remove Democrats and anti-Trump forces from the world.

See Also:

Mediaite: ‘WAKE UP!’ Read the Trump Hotel Bomber’s Chilling Messages Calling on ‘Militias’ to ‘Purge’ D.C. of Democrats