#understandable but i was also disappointed

[the-library-alcove]

#i do like philosophytube's antisemitism video. i think its very well researched and accurate#however im fairly certain she also went down the leftist “im not antisemitic just antizionist” breadtube rabbithole. which is disappointing#but the video itself still stands#kind of ridiculous to think about how someone can understand antisemitism that well#and then turn around and throw it all out the window the minute it becomes trendy to hate jews again

@kosherkept, yeah... Ms Thorne has hopped into that rabbithole too. Her situation is not as severely as Shaun_vids (whose degree of Israel Derangement Syndrome is so severe that it might actually qualify as some kind of psychosis, and I say that without exaggeration or humor), but she has made her stance extremely clear with several of her recent videos.

Specifically, when she uses Judith Butler's open and active terrorism apologia as one of her sources for this video:

It's a very clear example of both Garbage In, Garbage Out, and her own antisemitic biases. (To say nothing of the fact that she and Shaun_vids still routinely partner with each other). It's not as blatant as, say, Shaun_vids or Jessie Gender actively engaging in antisemitism and promoting antisemitic hate groups, but who and what Thorne choses to use as a source, who she chooses to collaborate with, and what she chooses to focus on all speak volumes. This video is on death and who gets focused on, in fact, and the fact was, when she made the video, more people had died at Mariopol in Ukraine--one single battle over one city--than had died in the Israel-Hamas war since Oct 7, 2023.

So yeah, Abigail. Whose deaths get the focus and mourning, and whose don't? There is a larger context at play, and your choice play into that context.

So a while back, a fairly left-wing friend of mine was shocked at the thought of Left-Wing Holocaust Denial, asking how it could even be possible, how can the Left even deny the Holocaust given everything (quote: “why would the LEFT be in denial? After you read Elie Wiesel, you can’t deny any of it. Same with Maus, Frieda Appleman-Jurman’s memoirs, and all that. Also, Lois Lowry won a Newberry medal for Number the Stars”). So I’ve been chewing on this for a while now.

First, Right-Wing Holocaust Denial is straight up “denial that the Holocaust happened”–often with an undertone of “But we wish that it had and it was a great idea”. They deny the number of deaths, or excuse the Nazis, or say that the Jews had it coming, or say that it didn’t happen at all, that sort of thing. It’s a very blunt, straightforward form of denial.

Comparatively, Left-Wing Holocaust Denial takes a different, more sophisticated form that functions on multiple levels–with an undertone of its own along the lines of “the Jews are exaggerating to try to portray themselves as victims”–and to talk about this form of denial, I have to explain what the Holocaust was.

So this gets a bit long, because what is being denied is long, but I will ask you to bear with me.

But, TL:DR:

Right Wing Holocaust Denial denies the body count and the atrocities…

Left Wing Holocaust Denial denies everything that built up to it, the centuries of Othering and murders, and the aftereffects.

Keep reading

[meanbossart]

ASK COMPILATION: Boomer Drow, Scratch, Mouthwashing, Cats and musical opinions.

A more casual compilation this time as I desperately try to make some room in my inbox. I went back so far I found lore questions and art prompts that I really liked but had completely forgotten about... That's why it's a mess in there LOL I will hopefully get to those soon!

Hi! Thank you! I still dream about smoking almost every night and had a couple during the new year but I'm hanging in there :')

Very loose and mostly as a bit. It might be something that I explore more in the future, but as of right now their "canon" setting is far, far more interesting to me!

...That's brutal and highly accurate 😭

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I'm not gonna lie, when I started posting I got, uh, a lot of responses like this to my art. About how I drew people "ugly" and frightening and even though it MOSTLY was meant as a compliment, it got kinda... Overwhelming 😅 It definitely led me to do a 180 for a while and re-access how I wanted to draw people. I love drawing flaws but I think that comes from not really seeing them as flaws, so the amount of folks AGGRESSIVELY harping on it did eventually get to me a little bit.

I think I've since found a pretty good balance between simple, pretty and "flawed" that I enjoy, though. So, thank you! I do take your message as a compliment and I'm glad you enjoy him.

DU drow was my first run! I have since played with a different character called Izzantar who was my first non-urge campaign though.

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... I didn't find scratch in the DU drow run. Sorry anon LOL

Now you see, this is the legacy I want to leave behind.

(thanks for making Astarion feel included)

I was the one who recommended it to him and I really liked it! I've always DREAMED of a game that actually and unapologetically put you in the shoes of a shitty person and took you through the complex reasons why they are the way that they are without justifying their actions. And I adore the way the secondary character undeniably had a hand in the tragedy that unfolded despite his good intentions. The game sincerely explored the types of flawed characters I rarely ever see explored and I can only give it my sincerest kudos to it.

I've been considering playing Origins on stream after MANY recommendations, actually!

I would suggest examining and referencing off athletes and gymnasts videos for practice while trying to garner a more in-depth understanding of musculature by crossreferencing that stuff with dry, medical anatomy diagrams. I have a few more in-depth examples and advice in my #tutorial and #advice tags!

DU drow would really like Frida. Jarboe would constantly disappoint him by being the very dumb animal that she is.

I think Astarion would like both of them but complain endlessly about how much attention they demand and how up in his business they'd want to be - I have a feeling he likes street cats, which none of my cats are (Frida has a little street-smarts remaining but has been thoroughly spoiled by now. Jarboe was a hoarder cat before I adopted her and is extremely sociable and un-cat-like because of it.)

I DM'd a single Call of Cthulhu session in my teens and only recently participated in my first ever DnD game in a discord event! That's about it.

This is for the over-attentive ANE readers but Brutus is a Dalyria song for me ☺️

He'd like Jazz A LOT.

But I think he'd be more of a root-punk/post-rock guy, not really into synth. And then a lot of the classics like Elvis, Nina Simone, Marley, etc.

Also Foetus and GG allin for whatever reason.

3 for Astarion, 5 for Shadowheart. Jaheira would never but she could get away with 8.

[thetadispatcher]

Vincent gave a quiet hum of approval as he nodded his head very slightly. He didn't know any better way to put his thoughts into words without risking rambling again. He still wasn't used to talking to people, having become too reliant on using non verbal forms to communicate.

He also preferred noises over actually speaking, even with people he knew well and trusted. It was something he'd learned was called selective mutism, another thing his anxiety was causing that he was trying to work on. The AP700 felt he'd worked on enough of his issues for the day, and that the other would understand why he hadn't given a verbal response, and not be offended by his silence.

"Perhaps that is true. I like a challenge, a chance to further improve my skills." Nines was the last model Cyberlife ever released, and he'd been made to excel at his intended function, so finding something that could be considered challenging for him was quite hard.

So he was happy to have found a chance to further improve his skills, and he felt it would be a waste to pass up on the opportunity. "I already have these two fully worked out, so there's not much fun in it for me. And I see a fun opportunity in front of me, so I'd be a fool to pass on it." The RK900 kept his expression neutral, another thing he found to greatly annoy those around him. He found it funny how something as simple as refusing to show emotions, whether it was by changing his facial expression or letting his LED shift colors, could cause so many to yell at him for it.

The other two androids just looked at Nines, seemingly annoyed by the android's blunt way for saying things, but they didn't comment on it as they knew it wouldn't do anything.

Strasky glanced at the RK800 as he went back to his previous task of picking out toys that fit what Willow had said, he had to agree that it was very clear that Vincent was trying to better himself. Even if the AP700 clearly didn't want to, he had people who encouraged him and didn't find his behavior annoying.

"Maybe one day, I just can't say when..." It wasn't a topic he could see himself approaching in the near future, at least not until he could think about it without feeling every muscle in his body tense, and the sensation of his heart sinking.

The physical reaction and the instant mental turmoil that followed was enough for him, enough to know that he couldn't be able to talk about it without something bad happening. "And I don't want to promise anything as I might disappoint a lot of people if I do..."

"I can offer my assistance, but I can only do so much. Although I suppose any help is better then nothing." Dan knew he had given a rather troublesome reason for Strasky's behavior, and there was no good way to look at it. He had a feeling medications wouldn't work on someone without a fully functional brain, and therapy would only do so much.

He paused as he recalled something that had been said to him once, deciding maybe he should share one of Peter's more insightful spiels. "The way in which one can lose themselves only to find themselves again when faced with grief by staring into the face of what hurts most and deciding it's worth trying, recognizing even in the midst of confusion and despair and mere hopelessness that happiness is achievable and worth the struggle it takes to obtain it. Peter said that once, and I feel it applies to this situation." The PL600 said with a slight nod as he thought of how to further explain his point.

"He just has to realize that he won't get anywhere, that nothing will get better, until he faces down the thing that hurts the most, and finally talks about. Maybe then that voice in his head, the one he allows to degrade him, will no longer have any power as he realizes the things it tells him are lies. That he doesn't have anything to fear, he doesn't have to be perfect to make others like him, he only needs to be himself and people who like that will find him, he doesn't have to search for them." Dan explained as he gently pet the creature resting on his shoulders, it was clearly very interested in what they were talking about even if it didn't fully comprehend it.

"Simply put, he has to stop feeding the monster looming over him, allowing it to have power over him, and go against what it says."

It wasn't a long wait before Vincent reactivated. The android only briefly shifted his gaze away from his work to look at the other, knowing by now that the pain around the LED was temporary. This was all pretty standard, there was no need to get worked up about it.

He kept at it once Vincent while settled down more comfortably, then showed the result of his efforts so far. He seemed to be making a chicken.

Bishop's expression didn't shift during the exchange, nor at Nines' offer.

"Aren't you by any chance offering to switch seats because you are the one in need of a challenge?" he replied with a smirk.

It'd definitely be more difficult to get away with lies, but he had accepted to play to see how good Nines was and the only way to do that was to challenge him directly.

Willow motioned with her hand at Sixty's answer, pointing out she was right about Vincent's chances of improving. It was perhaps the only positive part, as having no record of androids who deviated because of positive influences wasn't exactly encouraging.

She could, however, encourage Strasky. "Please, do try once you feel ready. There are many new people waiting to welcome you for who you are. You simply have to let them in and perhaps consider seeing a therapist."

"Wow." Rook ran a hand through her hair, "That’s a lot of stuff to drop on somebody who resents herself every other day. I got him out of hell and told him to stay clear of Bishop. I'm only good at fighting things, I'm going to mess that up."

[miwiheroes]

okay time for my rant

i feel kind of upset that i know that a lot of people will be disappointed with season 5 byler because they have this one view: past byler moments need to be referenced.

assuming that it is endgame (bc yeah ofc it is), i don't think that will be enough for everyone, which i totally get <3 like if they do it in a poorly written way (i.e. no depth into mike's queerness or a cheating plot on el) i would totally get not being happy with it. but i know that some people will think that it's not that good because they may not reference past byler moments??

like some things that i've seen people hope for are understandable. for example, wanting a kiss with heroes in the bg, or wanting a mention of the painting. those make total sense because the writers set those things up in a way that implies it'll be referenced later on.

some things i just don't stand by. for example, wanting them to show ANY reference to them meeting each other for the first time, any reference to the crazy together scene. those are already canon moments. it's almost as if people needing these scenes to be referenced is a kind of insecurity in the existence of those scenes in the first place? like we need to them to be rehashed in order to make them like- double canon in a way?

now, i totally get wanting this to happen. for the reasons i have just expressed and the fact it would be really cool. but what i don't get is: saying that the new season's byler would be poorly written without a reference to a past moment.

i can almost see it now, post byler endgame, people getting mad there was no reference to their first meeting, people getting mad they didn't reference 'lets start a new party'. them saying it was poor writing. me going:

honestly......... i think it would be better written if they didn't reference these. More specifically, if the miwi flashback isn't them meeting each other for the first time, i would be equally as excited, because it means a NEW THING for us to reference, a new thing for me to explore in analysis.

the writers will hopefully give us some new lines. new soundtrack songs. new things to analyse and make memes about. i don't neeeed them to say they're crazy together for the third time*.

so if i catch anyone calling writers who have made an effort to create new, romantic, beautiful scenes that deepen the complexity of byler's relationship bad writing just because they didn't reference old moments, i am going to have an aneurysm <3 and then giggle in heaven, because why ur working urself up over literally nothing, i'll be sat, positive and happy, looking at fresh and new things to obsess over.

if you feel attacked by the post, im sorry, i just want to get you guys excited because no matter what we are getting new byler content, new lines and new complexities. sorry for making u feel bad in the future for criticising writers for taking the hard way out, and writing new lines LMAO

and in the possibility that they do reference these old moments, i'll also be happy, i just hate the idea that some people won't be happy if they don't do it, if that makes sense

*if you're wondering what the second time is, it's when mike gives will that post it note with the line on it.

[message-lost]

ruin deserves his redemption arc and you can’t convince me otherwise

[covenofagatha]

All that's left to burn (part 2)

Agatha, Rio, and you adjust your rules after the motel incident and you get your fortune read by a certain divination witch

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: mentions of murder

A/N: bit of a shorter one but starting to slowly plant the seeds for some plot down the road (spoiler alert: the plan is for the next chapter to have a threesome for everyone just here for the smut lol) it's also such a funny transition to go from the filthy smut I've been writing to mystery and murder

There’s a heavy silence that hangs over the three of you as you all pack up the few things you have and walk to the car, making a pointed effort not to look at the dead man still lying in a pool of blood by the vending machine. 

The awkwardness continues as Agatha pulls out of the parking lot and speeds onto the interstate, desperate to get as far away as possible before someone notices. You fidget with your fingers in the backseat, picking at skin, biting your nails, cracking your knuckles — you can’t sit still. Are they ever going to talk to you again? Are they mad? Disappointed? Afraid?

You’ve just started drumming your fingertips against the windowsill, making a dull noise, when Agatha finally snaps her head back. You freeze instantly. “What happened?” she asks, an unreadable look in her eyes. 

Anger starts to bubble inside you — What happened? Like her and her wife didn’t come in and turn your entire life upside down and make you this way — before you tamp it down. Agatha and Rio have every right to be frustrated with you, you could’ve put all three of you in jeopardy. The last thing anyone needs right now is more murder. 

“He knew,” you croak, your throat suddenly dry and seizing up at the memory of him trying to grab at you. You shudder. “He recognized me from the news and said that he was either going to turn me in or keep me for himself. He tried to — and I stabbed him. I had to. I’m sorry.” 

Agatha and Rio share a look and you wish you knew what they were thinking. Did you just fuck everything up? 

Is there something wrong with you? 

You swallow hard. “Look, I know we said that we weren’t going to do it anymore but you guys don’t miss it at all? The exhilaration, the…the power. Don’t pretend like you didn’t nurture this spark in me. Isn’t this what you wanted?” It comes out a little more accusatory than you had planned, but you can’t take any more of this. You can’t pretend like everything that happened in Westview, or Salem for that matter, didn’t happen. 

“Doll,” Rio starts, craning her neck back to look at you, but she sighs. “We’re sorry about the man, and we understand. But you need to be honest with us, about how you’re feeling and about what you do. Why don’t you tell us what you want?” 

It almost makes you smirk at Rio trying to be your therapist again. You do have to admit, she got the job done the first time, if the job was to make you remember that you killed someone at the age of ten years old and to set you on an unconscious killing spree across town. You still don’t have all the answers for that, but you’ll cross that bridge another time. 

“I don’t know what I want, everything just feels so boring now,” you say, stomping your foot on the car floor for emphasis. “I know why we can’t kill people and yeah, it makes sense, but I just don’t understand how it’s so easy for you to walk away after everything. It’s like I’m a completely different person now because of you and you just want me to throw that away after you both fucking liked it so much.”

They’re quiet for a moment while they chew on that. Your cheek twitches and you feel the sting of tears in your eyes while you furiously blink them back. 

Agatha finally looks back at you and offers you a tight smile. “You’re right, honey. And we don’t want you to throw it away, we like this version of you—”

“—very much—” Rio interjects and Agatha smirks. The memories of having the hottest sex you’ve ever had flash into your mind and your cheeks heat up, and you can tell they’re thinking of the same thing. You hate to think it was because of the murders, but you think the feeling that the three of you get from it at least contributed. 

“—and we don’t expect you to just be able to get rid of it. But,” Agatha warns, “we’re going to need to be more careful.” 

You nod before the gravity of what she’s saying really sinks in. “Wait, we?”

Rio snorts. “Doll, you are so absolutely fascinating. There’s something about the way your brain works that is just captivating, and also so hot. You, being like this? That's hot to us.” 

“We know exactly how you feel,” Agatha reassures, and for two serial killers who gaslighted and manipulated and used you, they really are sweet sometimes. “But if we’re going to kill people, which, it seems like you’re not able to stop —” your head ducks, slightly embarrassed, “—we’re going to help. And we’re going to do it carefully and we’re going to think it through so that we don’t get caught.” 

A low heat thrums under your skin at the thought of the three of you killing together. If the sex was that good after they killed someone without you, and after you killed someone alone, you can only imagine what it will be like when you get to be in the room. 

Fuck. 

You know they get turned on by it, too. And now you’re completely overwhelmed by the thought of seeing that spark in them as they watch the life drain out of someone’s eyes. 

It’s not the death specifically, you know, that gets to you. It’s not the blood or the violence or the act of killing. 

It’s the feeling of being alive. The feeling of having that much control and that much power over someone. You know it’s incredibly fucked up and twisted and dark — and sure, there’s definitely something wrong with you. You’d talk to your therapist, but if anything right now, Rio is actively trying to push you to be more of a killer. 

Their acceptance also warms your body, because they see you, all of you, and they aren’t scared. They see the darkness, and they’re embracing it with open arms. 

All you know is that you need them so bad, you need them more than life itself. That five weeks when you didn’t have them, when you thought they had abandoned you, was the worst period of your life. You couldn’t imagine doing that again. 

“Okay,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. 

They both glance back at you and nod. “Okay,” Agatha says. “We never do two in the same state.” 

You’d like to mention with the rate you’re traveling at, you’re rarely in the same state for more than one day, but you agree. 

“We plan it,” Rio says, and that one feels a little targeted. “We talk it through. Nothing impulsive — that’s how mistakes get made. We need to make sure we have cleaning supplies: bleach, hydrogen peroxide. We cannot leave a trace. We need to be smart about it.” 

It takes you a moment to think of one. “We do it, and then leave town right after. No sticking around for anything.” 

“Not even sex?” Agatha asks, a teasing lilt to her tone, and she turns back to wink at you. There’s a rush of arousal in your stomach and you smirk back at her. 

“I thought that was implied,” you answer and with the look on her face, you know you said the right thing. 

Rio digs around in the cooler bag before grabbing a drink and taking a sip. She passes it to Agatha and then back to you. “How do you feel now?” she asks. 

You take a moment to assess. The itching feeling has been gone since you came over Agatha’s face just an hour ago — or was it from murdering that man? You no longer feel restless either. “I’m good,” you say, and it feels right. 

The next few hours pass quickly and you’re almost out of Mississippi when you really have to pee. 

“Agatha, do you think we could stop soon?” You shift from side to side and try not to think too hard about it. You’ve heard that thinking about sex can get rid of the urge, so you try but the pressure on your bladder is too great. 

She glances at you through the rearview mirror to see the pained expression on your face. You know she’d like to keep driving, but Rio’s stomach grumbles loudly and Agatha pulls off the interstate at the next exit. 

You’re almost to the border of Arkansas, and there is almost nothing in sight except for what looks like a practically empty, run-down mall. It’s strange that that’s the first thing you find, even before a gas station, but Agatha pulls into the parking lot anyway. 

The three of you get out of the car, but before you can hurry inside, Rio stops you with a hand on your arm. You stop and look at her, squinting your eyes from the sun. With only traveling at night and staying inside the whole the past few days, you’ve forgotten what the warmth and light has felt like. 

“Doll,” she says, sounding a little nervous. Agatha comes to stand next to her so they’re both facing you. You can’t help but worry about whatever this is, but then Rio reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, silver ring. Your breath catches in your throat. 

It matches the ones they’re wearing. 

“When did you—” You’re completely overwhelmed now and all you can do is reach out your left hand. 

Rio smiles and slides it onto your ring finger. It might be a tad bit too small, but the gesture is everything to you. “When I was getting the stuff for the oil change. I saw it and thought that it would look great on you.” 

You hold it up, admiring the way the sun glints off it. It’s nothing special, a cheap ring from the grocery store, but it means that you belong to them. And they belong to you. 

The kisses that they give you after are so sweet it almost makes you melt, and you feel your heart swell. Even though this is not what you imagined your life looking like at this point, you couldn’t imagine wanting it to be different. There was a dormant part of your brain that is finally awake now — and it’s all because of them. 

You walk, hand-in-hand with them on either side of you, into the mall, where there are maybe four people in the entire food court, not counting the workers at the restaurants. 

“How about a pizza, superstar?” Agatha suggests. “Nothing says ‘symbolic wedding’ quite like cheese and pepperoni.” Rio snorts. 

“That sounds perfect. I’ll be right back,” you say before darting to the restroom. 

When you come out of the bathroom, wiping your still-damp hands on your jeans and trying to get used to the feeling of the ring, a woman catches your eye. 

She’s standing a yellow sign up on the outside of a shop, whistling to herself, wearing flowy blue pants, a white top with a plunging neckline, and a long, colorful coat with embroidered patterns. Her curly gray hair is in a loose bun atop her head and you can see her lips stained a dark red. The vague sense of familiarity creeps up the back of your neck — have you seen her before?

You look closer at the sign and read Madame Calderu’s Psychic Readings in cursive blue lettering and your nose wrinkles before scoffing. Leaving it to an almost-deserted mall to resort to ripping off gullible people in a last ditch attempt to stay relevant. 

The woman hears your sound though, and looks up. “I’ve been expecting you,” she says in a mystical voice and it almost makes you laugh. 

“Do you say that to everyone who walks by?” you mock but she beckons you forward with a hand while shaking her head. You know you should turn around and go find Agatha and Rio, who are surely waiting for you in the food court by now, but something draws you in. You take a step closer and peer through the windows of her shop to find it absolutely cluttered with gemstones and crystal balls and lines of beads and dream catchers hanging from the ceiling. There’s posters and electric neon signs on the walls and one table in the middle with two chairs. 

She sees you looking and she smiles. “Why don’t you come in? I’ll give you a reading for free. It seems like you have a lot on your mind.” 

You open your mouth to protest, but she raises an eyebrow at you, and you give in. “Okay,” you mutter. It’s a bunch of hocus-pocus, but at least humoring the old lady is a nice thing to do. 

Seemingly satisfied, and thankfully not making a comment about how she knew you’d say that, she opens the door and holds it for you before guiding you to the table. 

Sitting down across from her, she gives you another glance before reaching over and grabbing a small box. She opens it and pulls out a deck of tarot cards. “Have you ever done this before?” she asks conversationally. 

“Uh, no,” you answer quickly before realizing that it may have come off as rude. “Sorry, I just don’t really believe in it, Madame — um.” You forgot her name. 

“You can call me Lilia,” she tells you in a silvery smooth voice, eyes flicking up to yours as she taps the cards on the table three times. “And it’s okay that you don’t believe. But the cards know all.”

You peer at her. “Do I know you?” You can’t shake the feeling that you’ve seen her before and the question slips out before you remember you’re supposed to be dead, so having someone recognize you wouldn’t really be the best. Your heart skips a beat and you watch with bated breath as she studies you.

If she says yes, if she places you from somewhere, it could all be over. Fuck, Agatha and Rio are going to kill you. 

The tension becomes almost unbearable before she finally shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. Must be déjà vu or something,” she says and through your sigh of relief, you still find it in you to roll your eyes. She hands you the deck of cards. “Shuffle.” 

She watches you closely as you randomize them and then hand them back to her. There’s a pit starting to grow in your stomach — nerves maybe? You shouldn’t be nervous about something that’s not even real. 

Lilia waves a hand over the table, bringing your attention to the five lighter spaces on the wood. “We’re going to do a five card spread. You’ll ask a question and then the cards will reveal an answer through the past, present and future.” 

What should you ask? Different possibilities swirl around your head — is there something wrong with you? Are you a bad person? Will Agatha and Rio get tired of you and leave? Did you do the right thing leaving with them? 

It takes a moment for you to notice that Lilia is staring at you expectantly. “Oh, do I have to say it out loud?” She nods like it should’ve been obvious. Fuck, you have to ask a question that isn’t going to make her suspicious. “Um, okay. Did I…did I choose the right path?” 

If she thinks it’s vague, or just a plain bad question, she doesn’t let on and pulls the first card. She sets it down in the middle and the first thing you notice is that it’s upside down. There’s a yellow background behind a black horse with red reins, and a knight atop the stead. In the man’s hand is a five-pointed star inside of  a circle. 

“First, we look at your present. The Knight of Pentacles reversed,” Lilia announces. “You feel stuck in a routine and you’re bored with how your life is. You need to change it, maybe add something to it.”

You swallow roughly and try to tell yourself that it’s just a coincidence. Maybe you were bored, but that was before Agatha and Rio changed the rules. You’re good now. 

Lilia takes the next card of the deck and puts it on the space to your left. It’s a tall tower on top of a cliff, lightning striking the top and a crown being thrust off. Fire is erupting from the crack and the windows and two people are falling from it. This can’t be good. 

“Now, we look at your past. The Tower. There has been a significant disruption in your life. There has been destruction,” she says and she taps the flames that are raining down. The image of your burning house flashes behind your eyes. 

No. Tarot is a trick. There’s so many ways to interpret it, any person could relate to any of the cards. It doesn't mean anything. 

The pit in your stomach grows. 

Lilia flips over the next card and puts it to the right of the Knight of Pentacles. She frowns once she gets a look at it. 

At first, you think it’s reversed because the person is upside down, you’re able to read the letters at the bottom normally. There’s a wooden T with leaves on the ends, and the person is hanging upside down in red pants, left leg crossed behind his straightened right one, and a blue long-sleeve tunic. There’s a yellow circle with spokes, almost like a sun, behind the head. There’s an eerie resemblance to a crucifix. 

“The Hanged Man,” Lilia says in a hushed whisper. You gulp, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Why have you gotten the worst ones? “It suggests the ultimate surrender — a sacrifice.” 

It’s not real. It’s not real. 

You try to speak but it comes out as a croak and you have to clear your throat. “Who is going to be sacrificed?” 

“That’s not how tarot works, darling,” she tuts and you have to bite back a retort. She puts the next one in the bottom slot, under the Knight. “Now we look at the cause for your question.” 

It’s another horse, but a white one this time, with a green blanket around the body. A person in a red cloak sits on top with a wreath around the head, holding a long staff adorned with another wreath. In the background, there are people holding up five more sticks with laurels on them as well. 

“The Six of Wands. You have had success, self-confidence, and most of all, recognition,” Lilia says. This one puzzles you a little more. 

Is your success catching ‘The Witch’ and ‘Lady Death’? Is the recognition the fact that you’re on national television for allegedly being killed by them? 

But then she flips the last card over and sets it down on the slot on top. “There are many different paths you could have taken, and can still take. But this one will show the potential.” 

It’s a man, lying face down on what looks like a shoreline, dark clouds above, and swords impaled in his back. A cold sweat breaks out across your body. 

“In your future,” she says. “The Ten of Swords. Betrayal.”

You shove your chair back from the table and it scrapes against the floor with a sound that would make you wince if you could hear over the blood pumping in your ears. Lilia tries to call after you, but you’re stumbling to the front door and you almost run right into a tall boy wearing a blue jacket. You mutter an apology and don’t even look back before you rush to find Agatha and Rio in the food court, sitting and picking at pieces of pizza while they chatter. 

“There you are,” Agatha says when you drop into the seat in-between them. She passes you a plate, but you’re not hungry anymore. 

Rio’s eyes narrow. “You okay? Didn’t kill anyone else while you were in the bathroom, did you?” Agatha chuckles at her wife’s joke and reaches over to take your left hand and trace over the ring that’s just a little too tight on your finger now. 

“I love the way this looks on you,” the older woman murmurs. “You’re all ours.” 

You smile and nod, but you can’t get the cards out of your head. Betrayal. Sacrifice. 

Are they going to betray you? Are you the sacrifice? 

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[writingwisterias]

Might be a weird request but could you do eras leon reacting to you telling him you wanna keep your shirt on during sex because your insecure?

Heyyy!

I can do this! I hope you have a great day 😘💕

Warnings: NSFW, Insecurities, Fluff, Comfort

Gn!Reader

RE2:

A sweet heart about it honestly

He would go to remove it at first, his hands itching to touch the skin underneath it but when you grab his wrist he instantly stops

His head is shooting up to look at you with concern thinking he's done something wrong

When you tell him his features falter slightly not in disappointment but just hurt that you feel like that

He'll make it his mission to show you how much he loves your body keeping the shirt on.

He wants you comfortable and if that will help then he's fine with it

Maybe eventually you'll feel comfortable enough

Re4r:

I like the idea that Leon is also haunted from his own scars,

no he's not bothered by them enough to keep his own shirt on but he understands more as to why you don't like it

He's not going to push you in anyway, he wants you to feel comfortable and fully be in the moment

So if having your shirt on is going to be the way that works for you then he's cool with that

He can kiss your breasts through the shirt anyway

Infinite darkness:

As soon as you let him know he'll respect it

but he's whispering sweet nothings about how much he loves your body and find it's so sexy

I'm talking like in detail about the effect you have on him and a simple thought it enough for him to get a raging boner

You are blushing mess by the end of the sex but he has helped you gain back some confidence at least

He won't try and find the route of your insecurities and just understand that everyone has them.

He wants you to know that he doesn't care and it's okay to be vulnerable with him

Damnation:

Might offer to swap out your shirt with one of his so it's looser

He doesn't care at the end of the day he just wants you comfortable

If you did swap to one of his shirts then at least the material is thin and breathable (thinking of his compression shirts) so you can still feel his touch and lips on your breasts through the fabric

His hands might slide underneath to hold you as I think he just enjoys skin to skin contact

If you don't like that then he'll just stop and hold you over the shirt or your thighs etc

RE6:

Places his hands either side of you away from that area

He doesn't want to draw attention to your insecurities only really make you feel good.

He'll avoid that area completely if you want him to

After sex he will sit and talk about it, opting to come up with ways that work for you in sex

I think Leon likes the skin to skin but is willing to sacrifice that are if you really don't want to.

There's always other ways he can gain the same contact.

Vendetta:

With his headspace I think he wouldn't really think about it

There's a lot happening in his head so its fair for him to respect your issues just like you respect his.

It would worry him, you are currently his main source of happiness by simply being happy

So hearing this he will work to make sure you appreciate yourself and know that he does as well.

He wont force you to do anything though, he's just going to make sure you are happy

He doesn't need the world ruining you too

Death Island:

I think he's the most compassionate one with the subject out of all of them

He's really going to nail it in your head that you are perfect, whilst still respecting your wishes

He's going to whispering and chanting to you everything he loves (Which is all of you)

Might occasionally pay extra attention to the area but only if you are having a good day, he wants to show you how much he loves it

Maybe leaving marks on your stomach so when you do look at it, you think about him instead of all the imperfections

[bananarama321]

IT IS OVER

I have been a Bridgerton fan since 2004, when I was starting university. Most of you understand how excited I was when my imagination was brought to my television. It was even better than what I imagined. I have loved the show and even more season 3 because Penelope was always that girl.

After the world tour, like several of you, I got entranced by Nic and Luke's chemistry. I started shipping them as a couple and had an immense amount of fun with several of you looking for clues and secret messages about them being together.

It was all fun and giggles ... until it wasn't It became a fight over who stayed on the ship or the restaurant. If you didn't believe a theory, you were part of the problem. If you gave a different opinion people would throw you away from group chats and block you if you didn't apologize.

Since the beginning, I was part of the ship because Nic herself said they thought it was "cute". Little by little I started feeling uncomfortable but my "friends" were clear that if you jumped ship you couldn't come back.

Well. I am done. I am jumping ship. This isn't fun anymore and it's becoming toxic and mean-spirited. At this point it is evident that Nic has a steady partner. We don't know much about Luke but I don't want to be the cause of their pain or a reason for them to resent the fandom. The more we insist on saying lukola is real, the less they will share with us because they are afraid we might hurt those that they love.

Let's be transparent for a second. Jake Dunn has never expressed anything related to his sexuality, newsflash: bisexual and pansexual people exist. Jake and Nicola are always together, often alone. She shares him, and he shares her, but you have to be naive to not see the difference online between them and the rest of their friends. Even if after all of this, you believe they are just friends, there is no way you can deny that he is clearly a loved one and that she would be upset about the amount of horrible adjectives people throw his way. Hurting Jake is hurting Nic. No matter how much you like to pretend it isn't.

We know very little about Luke, like I said, but let's stop insulting Antonia too. The girl is young and doesn't owe anything to our fandom.

Also STOP COMMENTING ON NICOLA'S BODY. I have no words for this part. I am baffled, sad, disappointed, and mad at so many of you for not defending her like you defend the ship. She is worth more than that, and I know deeply inside you, you know it to be true.

At the end of the day, Nic is having an amazing beginning to 2025. She is healthy, and happy and is now a SAG-nominated actress. She also has the Neutrogena campaign coming out, The Magic Faraway Tree and hopefully more. We have been blessed by getting a lot of content from her. Let's make her feel happy and relaxed about sharing personal and professional updates with us. We are supposed to be her safe space, not her nightmare.

Luke has been quiet but hopefully has something cooking too. We are waiting on news on when his next two projects are coming out and we should be ready to support him.

Last but not least, they are most likely to be at the SAG Awards in February. Let's not make this about Lukola. It is Nicola's night with her first big acting nomination. I implore you not to ruin it for her.

Sending love to you all. Please if the shipping is too much and you get emotionally affected by them not being together, seek help for your mental health. I don't say that to mock you, I say this as another human who sometimes struggles.

XOXO g.

[pichirobi]

*passes everyone a "hard to swallow" pill bottle* i understand that dan and phil are highkey delighted by rpf fan content, but they have also expressed discomfort with conspiracy theories, speculation, and when fans have convinced themselves of a fake reality only to be disappointed when their headcanons don't come true.

not every joke about gay sex should be taken as a fact of their sex life. not every reference to the concept of marriage should be more ground for you to stand on at phwedding hill. not every improvised response to a tour pre-show question should be hyper-analyzed to have greater meaning about their affection for each other. dan and phil choose to not label themselves as boyfriends; we should not, with complete seriousness, convince ourselves that they are boyfriends.

we should not anticipate a "hard launch"—truthfully i hope they never ever make public the details of their relationship. they have already given us the knowledge that they are real best friends, companions through life, actual soulmates. and as a long-term phannie, this knowledge is more than we deserve!

continue making this community fun with ship art and gifs of heart eyes howell and fic events, but remember that we are now in a position to do so freely because of the boundaries dan and phil have set in place. we know that dan developed an ounce of bitterness towards intensive shippers who invaded their privacy and distorted reality. let's avoid another "that week in march" craze when we engage with the crumbs they feed us roombas. let's make sure we don't take their forgiveness for granted!

[pipitwrites]

CARDCAPTOR......

im just going to dump everything in that google doc in here bc it's not even like. a real fic. 😭😭

alex does a cardcaptor sakura and accidentally opens a magical book and now must save the world. charles is the keeper of the cards who in his small form is a little cat and in his true form is a strange beautiful boy who wants to try all the delicious things that alex brings home

at first alex makes charles stay inside his apartment during the day bc charles does not quite understand human norms and would certainly draw unwanted attention. but charles meows pitifully bc he’s curious and wants to see the world!! even if it’s from alex’s pocket. he likes alex’s pocket. alexander is smart and strong and good and obviously pure of heart to be able to open the book of cards, so of course he will find all the cards and restore order to the world!!

alex is the best human he has ever met in all of his four hundred of years, charles tells alex very seriously over soufflé pancakes covered in cream and cut fruit. alex thinks that this says more about the people that charles has met, people who have tried to use the cards (and charles) for ill. still, alex must try his best to succeed because he does not want to disappoint charles… charles is in many ways so easy to please... but sometimes it's the simplest things that are the hardest to find.... someone who will care for him and the power of the cards…

at first charles is very stubborn and does not see why he needs to buy clothes when he can just wear alex's!! he likes alex's tshirts, which hang loose and comfortably around his body to his thighs and hide how he's rolled up a pair of alex's old boxers underneath it

alex agrees that yes, charles looks good like that, running a hand up charles's legs to mollify him, but he thinks charles might also look good in some other clothes, too. so they go clothes shopping and alex tries not to feel like a filthy pervert when charles holds up a pretty lacy bralette to his chest in the lingerie section and marvels at how delicate it looks

also cat charles climbing up alex's long leg. why isn't alex picking him up!!! alex is so mean!!! and still charles will tell people that alex is the kindest and strongest and best

when alex and charles are like. in the last big battle against the Main Antagonist who is trying to stop alex from securing all the cards. and the antagonist tries to distract alex by telling him that charles is just using him, he can't trust charles. and alex immediately defends charles bc charles is Good and of course alex trust can him... and the antagonist is like oh yeah well he's been lying to you all this time, and alex is about to tell him to fuck off again but charles is so, so pale and trembling, and alex asks, worried, "charles?" and the antagonist is like see! he hasn't told you that the energy needed to lock away all the cards is enough to kill a man, and alex can't believe it, but charles isn't denying it. "that's not true, right, charlie?" alex asks again, slowly becoming scared.

and charles is like very desperately, "i would never let anything hurt you, alex," and that's it. that's what alex was afraid of. because he understands immediately that charles was going to sacrifice himself to pay that price. anyway like magic fighting happens, blah blah, big explosions and fireworks, the evil is defeated dot gif but alex cannot find charles in the immediate aftermath...

"Charles! Charles," Alex calls out, choking on the thick dust.

A pair of sparkling green eyes pokes out over the rubble and Alex's head falls back with relief. 

(obviously charles doesn't die. what happens is that his magical energy is mostly sapped instead, so now he can live with alex forever <3)

there are also some like. outtakes. here and here.

[elainsgirl]

I was viewing acotar content on tiktok before I had even read the books, when I first learnt of the Lucien/Az/Elain situation I thought it was a love triangle and that put me off. I kept on seeing arguements like “Elain has to be with Lucien, she’s his mate!” “Az deserves better then Elain, im praying someone else comes along” “Elain can only be redeemed for me is if she accepts the bond with Lucien, I need him to be happy” so going into the books I was really expecting a love triangle and elain torn between the two. In acomaf, I shipped Elain x Lucien just because I liked the potential those two had together. The quiet, introverted, “lady-like” character who blushes and gasps at a foul word meeting the sassy, smirking, rogue who spits out said words all the time as easily as breathing? The trope is going to do it for me every single time. I also loved Lucien as a character. When I read the dinner scene between the batboys and sisters, I knew Sjm was setting up Az as a *maybe* potential second LI for Elain. I wasn’t invested in elriel from the beginning though and was so happy when elain became Lucien’s mate. Excitedly, I read acowar and let me tell you it was so so disappointing in terms of elucien. “I want to see if she is worth it” - yeah no. That gave me the ick. Then him just not being able to do anything for her? Like when he stood there and couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Also his personality was ofc not the same. I really expected Lucien to crack some joke in an attempt to make Elain smile or laugh but he did nothing and when the opportunity opened up to leave, he took it.

Then I started focusing on Elriel. I was young (14) when I read the series so Az taking elain to the gardens or him calling her scars beautiful never meant anything to me. I wanted banter, fun, sass not whatever boring dynamic elriel had. By the time I finished the series: Elriel were definitely endgame and not elucien (like Mass really killed that ship between acowar and acofas) which bummed me out a bit but I did not care that much.

Now however after growing up, I realise the true beauty in elriel scenes. Someone who respects you as a person, shows interest in your hobbies and willingly wants to spend their time with you - that person & relationship is 100x more valuable then a relationship based on “bantering” & being forced to come out of your shell. I think when you take a step back and realise elriel have such a mature, understanding dynamic. Two characters that seamlessly fit together,

they were always meant to be.

[hiraikotsusama]

ATTENTION! THIS IS A RANT POST ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK

If you are not interested/a Ragnarok fan please skip, or just don't leave negative comments, thank you.

Ok, here we go.

I personally hate how overrated Thor: Ragnarok is.

People only started criticising Waititi's direction after the Love and Thunder flop, and I was honestly flabbergasted, because... They were criticising the exact same things they loved so much in Ragnarok.

For example, they criticised Thor being too stupid and unserious but... He was already an idiot in Ragnarok? Which, by the way, even as a Loki stan, was the thing I hated the most about the movie (I guess the Odinsons just have a tendency of becoming idiotic scapegoats in every modern piece of media that depicts them. Yes, I'm also referencing the Loki series here.)

But moving on.

Another thing that was funny to me was people (rightfully) criticising the lack of seriousness and conflict with such a great villain. And, once again, I was there standing like... It's the SAME THING that happened in Ragnarok?? Like, the movie that's supposed to be about Ragnarok literally only had like 20 minutes of apocalypse/main conflict with Hela/Surtr in it! Most of the goddamn movie takes place on a dumb garbage planet with the Grandmaster (another wasted character) just fucking around. Little side note here, the Grandmaster is supposed to be the Collector's brother (in the comics and cartoon they both collect rare things and people and compete over it, yadda yadda) and yet this isn't referenced in any way? His powers are never shown. Like what? The potential? Wasted like that? UGH.

Also, this movie adds shallow characters. First of all, obviously, the Grandmaster, who I already covered. Then, and here I'm taking a deep breath waiting to get crucified, Valkyrie.

Ok, I'm going to try and explain this one easily. Valkyrie isn't a bad character, ok? I'm already going to say this since I want to clarify it as soon as possible. I don't think she's bad and I don't dislike her. The problem is, she is given a shallow personality and shallow purpose, at least when I look at her. For instance, I appreciated the way her trauma was portrayed, with her drinking and all, but they do joke about it sometimes (too many) and that I do not appreciate. But then. Her personality just... Ends there. And again, this is comprehensible in a way, but what I do not understand is her just switching sides randomly, like she didn't capture and shock Thor just hours before in the movie. That, plus her serving little purpose to the plot is what irks me the most. Like, the main things she does in the movie are:

1. Capturing Thor and bringing him to the GM.

2. Telling them about the only way out of the planet.

3. Being there in the final battle.

And if this was a better written movie, this would make her a necessary character. But in Ragnarok... She isn't.

She catches Thor, then dips. Ok, just have him randomly land in the GM's throne room, or have him getting caught by another rando who then dips.

The escape? Loki has lived with the GM (and his most trusted court members/whatever they are supposed to be) for two weeks. Do you really think that someone like him couldn't gather such a massive piece of info in this time? Or even better, do you think he hasn't noticed the GIANT EINSTEIN-ROSEN BRIDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY? He is intelligent. That's the point of his character. He would- SHOULD- have figured it out in a matter of days, the only thing stopping him was getting to a decent ship to cross said bridge, and that's what he actually needed his brother (and maybe Hulk, even if his presence was pretty random) for.

The final battle was disappointing, so I'm not even going to comment this one.

All of this to say that, with the way the character/movie was written, Valkyrie could have been removed, a few changes could have been made and the movie would have been the same. Yeah, she's friends with Hulk, which, cool, but once again this bond isn't used in any way besides her joking with him and Bruce. Her character was treated way better in the What If episodes she appeared in.

Then we have Korg. Yeah, I got nothing to say, he's an idiot that used to be a serious/half-important character in comics/series and got severely distorted in this movie like most other characters starring in it. Funnily enough, just like Valkyrie, his character is treated better and is way more useful in What If, which is honestly ironic.

Then, I could talk about the mistreatment of both Thor and Loki's characters but that would take a post the length of the Divine Comedy, so I'll just cut it short and cover the most important points.

Thor and Loki are obviously not appreciated (Loki is disliked more, of course he is), and therefore are written in a very OOC way. Thor turns into a full blabbering idiot and Loki is interpreted as someone whose only purpose is to betray, stab and rule. And that's all I'm going to say for now, even though I might extend the discourse in a future post.

And now, oooh boy, Hela. I loved Hela, I was excited as soon as she appeared on screen. And what happened next? Her brothers got lost in space and we didn't see them interact with her in any way besides her introduction and the short ahh dialogue with Thor in the final battle. I hate this so much. Once again, the movie that's supposed to talk about Ragnarok only shows the conflict in the last 20 minutes of the movie. And we barely see Hela, or at least we don't get to see her as much as we should, given that she's supposed to be the main antagonist of the damn movie. Her character was great, for all that we could see, but she is a walking definition of wasted potential and I despise it.

Now, there is something I do appreciate about the movie, and it's the characterization of Hulk. He finally isn't reduced to a stupid destroyer or dumb beast, and as a huge Hulk fan and Agents of S.M.A.S.H. watcher I liked this. This, and Heimdall being given some scenes and characterization, too. That's it. That's what I liked about the movie.

Now, short list of things I hated to finish the post: Fandral and Volstagg being killed like flies, Hogun meeting a similar fate right after, Sif not even appearing (so much for Sif and the Three Warriors); the constant jokes that were obviously made for an audience of four years olds; Skurge (or whatever his name was) just... Being there? Another useless/misused/mischaracterised character I didn't mention before, because DAMN is this character STUPID; STRANGE just appearing at some point and dipping (like he couldn't help them?? WHY EVEN MAKE HIM SHOW UP AT ALL UGHHH).

I think that's about it for now, thanks for reading this stupid rant. I'm open for constructive criticism and comments, and also for peaceful discussion, so DM me or leave a comment if you feel like interacting.

[zyonicorn]

Sea, Beach & Her

“Babe!! It’s the beach!!!” after so long, the two of you are finally on a trip to Hawaii with your girlfriend, Jihyo. You know she's very outgoing and she loves the outdoors, that's why you booked your destination as Hawaii.

“Let’s go and take a look. Did you bring your swimsuit?” you asked her as her eyes sparkled. “Of course!! Are you changing?” you didn't plan to, but as Jihyo asked, all you could do to say yes.

It was not a holiday so there were only a few people on the beach, no one in the changing room. You and your girlfriend entered a different room, hearing her taking off her overalls, and putting on her swimsuit as you heard the strap hitting her skin. You put on your swimsuit as fast as possible, then leave the room and take the bags for your girlfriend, so she can enjoy herself right after.

She walked out in her swimsuit- brown based, with the patterns of green flowers on it. Her cleavage showing, chest round and full, her body muscles perfectly shaped, abs showing the result of her workouts, every part of her was flawless.

“Let’s go baby!” she said and ran out of the changing room in her slippers, you followed her immediately.

She ran under the sun, the light reflecting her defined lines, you hid under the shadow and looked at your girlfriend having fun. “You’re not coming?” she asked from far away. You shook your head, but seeing the disappointment on your girlfriend’s face, you still walked to her and grabbed her waist, enjoying the moment.

“I haven’t put on my sunscreen yet. Would you like to help me?” she asked while looking at you, grabbing your waist this time.

You thought it was normal, so you nodded without hesitation. “Let’s get behind those rocks. I need to get my boob covered too.” sure it may look weird if you’re putting sunscreen on your girl’s chest, so you agreed and found a big rock to hide behind.

You took the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some on your hand, started to apply it to Jihyo’s back who was lying on the sheet under the shade. Feeling her muscles, you couldn’t help but touch her skin more, it was so smooth and you felt her temperature.

“When are you finishing babe” She seemed to notice your behavior. “Oops, sorry, please turn around,” you asked Jihyo.

She turned and faced you now, her chest spreading naturally, you couldn't control it and stared. “Like my chest so much don’t you?” she teased. “Well you got to touch them today,” she said and led your hand with sunscreen to her boobs. You blushed, Jihyo knew everything. You applied the sunscreen on the upper part of her boobs and her collarbone. “It's not fully covered,” your girlfriend says. Before you could understand what she said, she took your hand and put it under her swimsuit, feeling her nipple and warm soft chest. You gasped from her being unusually attentive.

You spread the sunscreen on her breasts, trying to act like it's nothing, but your red cheeks betray you. The Hmphs she made (intentionally) are somehow turning you on, which she noticed. “Do you want me to help you too?” she asked. Although you know she might do something weird, for example touching your sensitive areas to tease, you still nod. She sat up and you’re the one lying down now, feeling her temperature on the sheet, also on her hands. 

She helped you with your front first, applying the sunscreen on your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, thigh, every inch she could reach. She did it fast, cuz the real deal was your back. Moving her hands from the upper back to your waist, then to your inner thigh, she hit your pussy with the side of her hand intentionally. You hissed from the sensation it brought, until she started to slowly draw small circles on your inner thigh. The atmosphere changed in the blink of an eye, you blushed and squinted your eyes, warning her if she did anything more than that. “I thought you were enjoying it” she smirked. 

“We are in public, Jihyo! People might walk past and see whatever we’re doing-” she cut you off before you could finish, leaning towards you for a kiss. “And that's the interesting part.” her hand moved from your thigh to your clit, slightly poking out from the fabric. “You fucking like it” She smiled into your mouth, eyes closed, forehead brushing on yours, starting to slowly rub on your clit. 

“Hmph someone will see us” You tried to stop her by pushing her shoulders away, but damn her workouts were worth it, she was strong enough to press you underneath. 

Her voice was steady and soft, “People won’t know as long as you’re quiet and obedient” “It has been a while isn’t it?” She stopped before continuing, checking your reaction. “And only if you fuck me well here, I might let you save your strength for walking.” She said.

Jihyo took off the underwear that you'd just put on in the changing room a little while ago, circling your hard, slippery clit. Without edging for longer, she put one finger in and started thrusting, not giving you time to adjust.

“Hmph aghh hmmm” You covered your mouth with the back of your palm, the mixture of pain and pleasure washing over your body.

“W-wait Jihyo” You wanted to stop her because you still didn't think it was suitable to have sex here, and also because it hurt so much after a long time. 

“What?” she asked. You hesitated, “I-it hurts..” “And I still think we shouldn't be doing it here.” she stopped her thrust and listened to your soft voice carefully. 

“But you’re so wet already, clenching me so hard with your tight pussy… Are you sure you want me to stop?” the bottom of your mind wanted her to keep going, yet the situation is not giving you a chance to think.

She pulled out her finger, ready to stand up and pack. “No- no I mean.. Finish this first..” you said out of frustration, stretching your cunt open with two fingers, showing your pussy to Jihyo fully, signaling her to put her finger back into your hole, which is throbbing from the sudden emptiness.

“Oh so now you want to be fucked?” she smirked and looked at you from above. “You know what to do.”

“P-please..” You faintly breathed. Jihyo always asks you to beg her in bed, ‘training’ you to beg even without her asking now.

“Yes sweetie,” she said and plugged two fingers in this time, immediately started moving them in and out.

“Agh emmmm” you bit on your finger and another hand clenched onto the sheet below. Her voice steady and soft, her juice oozing out of her pussy. “Feeling good?” “Hmph so good..” you have to keep your volume down, but each hit brings you more and more pleasure. 

You felt your organism building up in your stomach, and your heart felt like it was twisted, raising your feet and clamping the hand below uncontrollably. “Baby I- I’m so close- Agh” you moaned into your hand as the woman kept crashing her fingers into your flesh. 

“I want to hear you say my name, love” Her smile or pride enlarges as she sees you tensing up, curling her fingers just to hit your spot more delicately.

“J-jihyo please please hmph” You held your breath as you felt your release, “Breath baby,” she said as she pulled out her finger with a Pop sound. 

“Agh” you breathed out hard and lost strength, hands on your face collapsing onto the sheet, you panted slowly as you noticed Jihyo’s gaze, pouting and seems to be signaling you something.

You looked at her and asked, “Do you want me to do it too, Jihyo?” 

“Yes please!” she sounded like a child somehow, you melt at her tone.

You sit up as she kneels next to you, one hand on the back of her head, another in her smooth soft hair, pulling her for a kiss.

“We will do it slowly, cuz you know you make a lot of noise,” you teased between kisses. You moved the hand in her hair down, resting on her chest as you felt her heat through the swimsuit. You sneaked under her loosened fabric, and the strap fell off her shoulder, making her look messy and horny.

“Mm” her low moans breathed into your mouth as you flicked her nipples, occasionally squeezing the boobs. So soft and warm, you kissed her harder to stop her moans, but it turned out louder. “Shh-” You pulled away just enough to see her eyes, her breath a few centimeters away. You crashed your lips onto her’s again. You don’t know if you're sweating because of the hot weather or Jihyo.

Her hand reached for yours on her neck, guiding it to her crotch. “That's it, fuck me” she sounded out of breath, almost commanding. “Stay quiet” you whispered. She nodded obediently like a puppy, eyes shining, all innocent and cute. 

You started by rubbing her clit with your middle finger through her cloth, feeling its hotness and her weak whimpers every time you circle. Jihyo hisses from the sensation. 

“Mmm,” she whined softly and pushed your hand further, feeling the coldness on your finger, moist and erotic. 

“Can I?” You asked. “Emmm” she started to grind on your finger in response. 

“So eager and needy” you whispered into her ears. Face to face, a few inches away, you felt her hot breath on your skin, her scent making you so dizzy that you almost forgot that you were in public.

You pushed the fabric covering her pussy to the side, feeling her skin- so wet and hot, you teased around the entrance. To your surprise, she pushed herself onto your finger, basically sat on it. 

You smirked at her eagerness, starting to thrust your finger in and out, soon adding one more. “K-kiss me” Jihyo’s voice shaky, leaning closer that her upper lip brushed through yours. Her breath seems to be leading your red lips, you kiss her without hesitation. Sloppy, open-mouthed, that’s how you describe it. As you thrust harder, hitting her g-spot intentionally, she moaned into your mouth, her kiss getting hungrier.

Her voice is getting louder, along with the wet sound and the waves, you break the kiss as a string of saliva connects the two of you.

You stopped your thrust, holding her fingers in and occasionally brushing her g-spot, but slow enough to hang her on the rage, your thumb drew circles on her hard clit slowly.

“Plea-please baby please I'm so close-” she begged, her voice soft and lovely, making you melt. “But I told you to stay quiet,” “I-I’m sorry baby I will stay quiet from now on hmph” She started to ride your fingers, moving with her hands on your shoulder, her boobs swinging in her swimsuit. 

“Slut.” you said as you pulled out your hand, holding her waist and signaling her to turn around. She’s now kneeling on the sheets, her elbows supporting her weight, which would definitely leave bruises later. 

You licked the dripping juice on your fingers, then shove them right back into Jihyo’s wet cunt. Her flesh immediately wrapped around your joint, slick leaking out as she clenched hard. She frowned, you looked at her from the side and started to thrust your fingers.

Her silent screams as you sped up makes you proud. It has always been Jihyo satisfying your needs, and now you get to handle everything.

Your slick oozing out of your own pussy, seeing Jihyo’s lewd and needy expression, you fingered yourself while working in Jihyo’s wet cunt. You bit onto your lower lips, enjoying the pleasure your fingers brought for yourself and Jihyo.

“Hmph” she uncontrollably whined. You heard that and decided to stop her. Taking the fingers on your pussy, you shove them in Jihyo’s mouth, forcing her to lick and suck your juice.

“I told you to shut up.” You tried to keep your voice steady, Jihyo tasted your water and sucked on it like she was having a delicious meal. “Almost there” she breathed out, barely audible. “Please”

“Shh,” You said and turned her over, now she’s facing up. You backed up and put your tongue on her swollen pussy. You angled up your fingers, hitting her g-spot as she clenched harder, her cunt wetter and hotter, you heard her quiet moans.

The tip of your tongue flicked on her clit, sucking her juicy folds forcefully, earning a moan from Jihyo. You got up, lips covered with her slick and your saliva from the sloppy kisses. “Shut up or I’ll stop” You pushed your arm again and again, each hit harder than before, and every time your palm hit her wet pussy made a lewd sound. 

Jihyo’s fist clenched on the sheet below, her other hand covering her mouth as hard as possible, trying to stop her sound. “Hmph em agh hmph-” she shut her eyes, a drop of tear rolled down the corner of her big eye, her hand not covering her moans well.

“Noisy” you smirked and whispered, “Cum for me” 

“Ahh hmph” she held her breath, soon started panting as she released her hand. 

“Phew- that was awesome baby,” she said, voice shaky.

You didn't give her any time to rest, but grind your erected clit on her thigh. “Again” your voice soft, begging for more. She smiled, shooting her gaze into your needy eyes. “I thought you wanted to end this as soon as possible” “Don't you hate it in public?”

“I don't care, fuck me,” you said and leaned down, kissing Jihyo while grinding. Glad that no one found out until then two of you finished, from afternoon till dawn.

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Ik it's short and low quality am sry 🙏

[putschki1969]

Hi Puts, as always thank you for giving timely updates on everything. Absolutely disappointed by the news of Keiko being excluded. I'm curious if you know what the Japanese fans think as I believe they are usually unforgiving in most circumstances. Does Keiko have their support?

Hi there!! You are very welcome. It's been one hell of a week so far and it's only Tuesday. I feel totally drained XD

As for your question, well...

For the sake of my mental health, I generally try not to read too many social media posts about stuff like this. It's so easy to end up in a rabbit hole of negativity if you get exposed to all sorts of weird opinions. So yeah, my observations are probably not particularly conclusive, please keep that in mind.

By and large, people have tried their best to stay level-headed and respectful. However, I would say a majority of them are siding with Yuki on this. Despite being sad to see Keiko excluded, they seem to understand Yuki's decision and are planning to attend her lives as if nothing happened. I feel like in an attempt to delude themselves, they are desperately clinging to Yuki and her music, unwilling to question Yuki's actions.

Everyone has of course been very quick to put all the blame on Space Craft, I don't think I have seen a single person who is considering that Yuki herself might be at fault here. According to some followers of mine, there are also a handful of people who dare to insinuate that Keiko brought this "punishment" on herself by "betraying" Yuki but thank God I have personally not come across such nasty claims and I am beyond glad they are in the minority. I vividly remember how Wakana was treated very badly back in the day for associating with Space Craft with many people going as far as to refuse to support her. The good thing is that most fans are still willing and determined to support Keiko's solo activities despite some controversies. I guess it's because Keiko has a bigger and stronger core fanbase, their loyalty may lie with Yuki Kajiura but they would not just drop Keiko like a hot potato over something like this.

I have also seen an interesting phenomenon of self-flagellation among certain fans. They are blaming themselves for being too vocal about wanting a Kalafina reunion. According to their weird logic, the girls wouldn't have been "forced" to make a deal with Space Craft if the fans hadn't been so greedy with their demands. I do not agree with this at all. Of course there have always been some inconsiderate fans who kept pushing and pushing to a point where they became a huge nuisance. But most of us have just been silently hoping for a Kalafina comeback and I really don't think there's anything wrong with that. The girls themselves were hoping for the exact same thing. I wholeheartedly believe that they wanted to hold this concert, they weren't pressured into anything. Did they have our happiness in mind when they made the decision? I am sure it was an important factor! But that doesn't somehow make it our fault that all of this happened.

[rarepairdumpster]

Lounge Singer Viktor AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Mobster Silco, Lounge Singer Viktor, Interrupted SA, Chronic Pain Talk, Viktor wears a dresssss

Mobster Silco 40's AU where Viktor is a newly hired lounge singer in the club he owns.

Viktor always sits when he's on stage and he's always already in place when the curtain comes up. He also waits till the curtain comes down before he leaves the stage. Silco has no idea that Viktor is crippled until he decides to wait backstage one night to congratulate him.

Viktor is terrified he's about to be fired when he comes face to face with Silco while he's leaning on his cane and Silco just gives him a smirk. "Ah, I understand now."

Silco leaning in just a little and purring,  "You don't need to look so terrified. I don't bite....much."

Viktor shivers a bit at Silco's low tone. "I trust you enjoyed the show, Mr. Silco." The sequins of his dress rattle and catch what light makes its way backstage as he shifts his hips.

"Hm, I did." And Silco's gaze drops, watching shadows teasing over long legs; the same legs he'd been admiring while Viktor was on stage. "There was a great deal to enjoy."

"Care to accompany me to my dressing room?" Viktor hums, moving past him, then looking back. "That was my last song of the night."

Silco draws in a measured breath, watches him, considers it. But he has things he needs to do that can't wait.

"Perhaps another time."

And Silco takes another long, lingering look at what he enjoyed about Viktor that night before sauntering off and leaving a big tip for Viktor with his trusted barman.

Viktor looks a bit disappointed but nods. He can feel Silco's eyes on him as he walks away and once he reaches the door to his dressing room, he's finally able to catch his breath. While Silco is a much more handsome owner than he was used to dealing with, he had hoped he wouldn't have to "prove his worth" after being found out.

Viktor thinking Silco had changed his mind when he hears a knock on the door, but when the door opens, it's the barman and he has a full clip of cash in his hand.

"A tip for an excellent performance," the barman says, holding it out to him

There's a note with it saying "I look forward to tomorrow night's performance. -S"

Viktor flushing as he reads it. He is certain Silco isn't referring to his singing.

The next night comes and Viktor can feel the heat radiating from Silco's gaze while he's performing. He wore a dress with a particularly high slit, almost to his hip, and he hears the low gasp from the crowd when he crosses his legs.

On the same night, Jayce is in the audience, growing infatuated with Viktor.

And when Viktor returns to his dressing room, a man he doesn't recognize is in there (because he bribed his way past, because he's an entitled SOB that thinks he should be able to go where he wants)

And Viktor draws up, asking "who the fuck are you?"

Even as the dude steps closer like "Shit, you're even more gorgeous up close."

And then someone knocks on the door, and Viktor knows it must be Silco.

But the stranger calls out "He's busy!"

And Viktor quickly blurts "No, I'm not! Come in!"

And the stranger looks affronted.

Silco bursts in, and immediately orders his men to grab Jayce and escort him out. After Jayce is belligerently dragged out, Silco sits Viktor down and closes the door. Once Jayce is out of earshot, he turns to Viktor. 

"Are you alright?"

"I'm...fine." Viktor let's out a laugh that's a little nervous. "I've never had two handsome men call on me before."

Silco sighs. "I'm afraid I have to take care of this. Find out where our breech is. I can't have you in danger." He walks over and grabs Viktor's hand. "I'm so sorry I allowed this to happen."

Viktor feels something in him flutter at the touch of Silco's hand. He hadn't expected a hand so....rough. Like the hand of a labourer. His mind jumps to the thought of those hands on his hips, his inner thighs, his nipples.

Viktor clears his throat. Swallows. "You didn't allow it. You stopped it."

"I'm sure nothing would have happened." Viktor turns to look at his vanity, starts to unpin his earrings. "Just impulsive, I'm sure."

"I won't take that risk," Silco walks up behind Viktor and looks at him in the mirror. "It's important to me to know my investments are safe and taken care of." He pulls a couple pins and Viktor's hair falls down around his neck. "And I find you to be a particularly precious one."

Viktor's breath stuttering as Silco rests his hands on his shoulders, thumb grazing just beneath the edge of his dress.

He glances up at Silco in the mirror.

"Do your investments tend to be short-term or.....long-term?"

"I find the short term to be far more trouble than it's worth," Silco places a soft kiss to the top of Viktor's head before he steps away, walking to the door. "You should get some rest. You had quite an ordeal."

The next night, Viktor finds a pink camellia waiting on his vanity.

But Silco isn't in the audience that night.

He's out personally making sure that the men that let Jayce backstage get what they deserve. He also leaves a message for Jayce, letting him know that he isn't welcome at the club anymore, in case that wasn't clear.

The next time Viktor sees Silco, the man's knuckles are bruised af, with scabbing cracks across the surface.

And Viktor feels a jolt in his belly, because he knows what that means.

That night, he rubs a pain relieving ointment into Silco's hands. "A medicine shop in my old neighborhood makes it," he says when Silco is surprised at the effect. "Recipe from the old country."

"How fortunate," Silco murmurs, "that you have such things on hand, then."

Viktor looks away, a little embarrassed.

"I use it myself. That's why I have it."

Silco is quiet for a moment as Viktor puts the tin away. "Can I provide you with anything that would help?"

Viktor looks up, surprised. No one has ever asked if they could make things easier for him. "I get along fine for now. Some days are harder than others."

"Can you tell when a difficult day is coming? Or does it come without warning?"

"Sometimes not till I wake up." Viktor shifts in his chair and unconsciously rubs his hip. "Bad weather makes it worse. That's really the only warning I get."

"It hasn't affected my ability to perform yet," Viktor grabs a brush and starts to rake it through his hair. "I can usually make it through as long as I rest during the day."

Silco is quiet for a moment and then says, "I will have my man collect you and bring you home on such days. You needn't worry about making your own way."

Viktor flushes. "You don't have to do that. I only live a couple stops away."

"A couple of stops is too many when you're in pain."  Silco moves closer. "Besides, you wouldn't have to wait for my gifts then."

Viktor's eyes grow wide. "Gifts?"

"A beautiful man deserves to be seduced." Silco hums, tilting his head just a little, thoughtful. "Did you not receive my camellia?"

Viktor definitely cannot hide the flush that travels down his chest. "Yes, I did." Viktor turns back to face Silco. "I haven't had a chance to thank you."

"No thanks needed," Silco murmurs, watching the flush disappear below Viktor's neckline, transfixed. "It was just something to express my appreciation"

Viktor stands up, reaches forward and pinches Silco's lapel between his fingers. "I think I'd like to express my appreciation," Viktor looked up at Silco through his lashes. "For keeping me safe."

Silco smirks. "And what you want, you get, is it?"

"It seems to turn out that way." Viktor uses his other hand to loosen Silco's tie. "So will you let me...thank you?"

Silco soothes a hand over Viktor's hip, not grabbing, but teasing.

"How could I deny you?"

At that, Viktor tugs on the tie, pulling Silco down into a kiss. He finds himself moaning softly into the lips he's been waiting to taste for nearly a week.

Silco is less gentle, once he feels those lips, once he hears that moan

Viktor gasps as he feels Silco's arms wrap around him, one reaching up to unzip the satin dress he had on that night.

The satin starts to slip as soon as the zip comes down, and Viktor shivers, feeling it slide over his skin.

Silco pulls away for a moment, letting Viktor slip out of the dress, leaving him in just stockings, garters, and white panties that were starting to bulge. 

"Stunning," Silco remarks, taking Viktor's hand and sitting down, then leading him to climb onto his lap. He reaches for Viktor's neck as soon as he is settled and brings their lips back together, sighing from the pleasant weight on his thighs.

Viktor feels deliciously indecent like this, mostly undressed while Silco is fully dressed.

Silco pulls Viktor over so he's straddling one of his thighs, savoring the moans that he pulls from the singer. He kisses and drags his teeth against Viktor's neck and collarbone, careful not to leave marks as Viktor grinds against him. 

"Does that feel good?" Silco whispers, breathy. "Going to ruin those pretty panties on me?"

Viktor moans a yes as he digs his nails into Silco's shoulders, savoring the friction of the thin fabric between his skin and Silco's trousers. He was sure he had soaked through them by now but he was sure Silco didn't care, and maybe even enjoyed it. 

"Ah, I... I'm--" 

"Go on then, darling," Silco purrs, kissing Viktor's jaw. "Use that beautiful voice"

Arch + Woods

[darkmaga-returns]

Trump Ends Birthright Citizenship - I could cry reading this article. FINALLY someone of influence that truly understands the original intent of the Constitution and namely the 14th Amendment. I often refer to the US Senate Debate of 1866 and Mr. Wolverton refers to the same. He also refers the real definition of natural born citizen from the Law of Nations a document referred to by our founders while creating our founding documents. This was the definition understood by all people at the time of our founding and there has never been a law passed to change the definition. KUDDOS to Mr. Wolverton. He will be speaking in Johnson City, TN on February 4, 2025 and I cannot wait for this presentation entitled: MAKE AMERICA STATES AGAIN. The audience will get a good lesson in the states authority over the federal government. Most people think the federal government has power over the states. The federal government’s power comes from the states and the people of the states and is limited to Art. 1 Sec. 8 of the US Constitution and it is about time the lies spewed from the federal government are put to bed. The deliberate dumbing down of America has been all about Americans not knowing the truth of the power derived in the states and the people and the VERY LIMITED legislative power given to the federal government by the states and the people of the states. We here in TN have been fighting for almost 3 years now to restore our rightful authority. In this article Mr. Wolverton also explains the true definition of NBC (Natural Born Citizen) Place of birth has no bearing on NBC. The citizenship of the father is what determines the NBC of the children. ARTICLE

CALL YOUR US REP. AND SENATORS - Tell them to vote NO on this bill. It is dangerous and will do away with doctors diagnosing and caring for patients. If AI diagnosis a person with cancer and their diagnosis is wrong……how do you sue AI?? Watch this bill and if it gets passed be sure to organize and make sure your state does not allow AI to prescribe drugs to sick people - HB238

Bill Gates wants to reduce the population - VIDEO

6 Presidents worth before they became President and what they were worth when they left office. What is your answer to the question at the end of the video -Thanks to Brent B. - 1 min. VIDEO

Fear And Loathing In DC: Why Did Trump Push Larry Ellison's Deranged AI mRNA Cancer Shots, Days Before RFK Jr. Is To Be Confirmed As Head Of HHS? Not A Reason To Abandon Hope, But Very Odd by Celia Farber - ARTICLE/VIDEOS

URGENT: Mike Pence's Big-Pharma-Funded Advocacy Group Attacking RFK Jr. Has Ties To Pfizer and Johnson & Johnson - I have NEVER like Pence and was very disappointed when Trump chose him as his VP. Pence has always been a snake - ARTICLE