#well this will be a very interesting thing to do

[pitlanepeach]

Reader is secretly married to Lando, and she starts using his sim, she misses him and she wants to feel closer and also really wants to learn (even if she is not ready to admit that she always had a thing for learning how it would feel to be in an actual f1 car). She creates a profile for herself for fun: Mrs Norris (which of course no one thinks it’s actually her). She becomes so good at it that she ends up beating the whole grid one time, and everyone is just wondering who the hell is this person…

👀👀👀👀

Very unrealistic, but well… 😂😂😂😂

Mrs Norris (Oneshot)

Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader

Summary — It was only supposed to be a bit of fun, but really, what did she expect? Her surname might be Norris now, but she was born a Verstappen.

Notes — This was so fun!!!!!! Em, I will never not appreciate your cute ideas.

Lando had been gone for exactly twelve hours when she caved.

It wasn’t boredom—the Verstappen family didn’t do boredom. Her schedule was packed with gym sessions, influencer brunches, and brand events she had no real desire to attend.

But the apartment felt off without him. Too quiet. Too tidy.

And the sim rig—God, it just sat there. Smug. Taunting. Like it knew she’d eventually give in to its silent, high-tech seduction.

She told herself it was just curiosity. Racing was in her blood, even if she’d had zero interest as a kid. She used to stage silent protests just to get out of karting, sulking until her dad finally let her quit and focus on gymnastics instead.

Still, one harmless session wouldn’t hurt, right?

Just a few laps around Silverstone. Just something to do before bed.

Two hours later, she was red-faced, sweaty, and yelling at an AI Williams for brake-checking her into Turn 1.

She was terrible. Hilariously, painfully terrible.

But she was hooked.

—

By day three, she was watching tutorials, scribbling notes, and fine-tuning the seat and wheel setup like her life depended on it.

She texted Lando under the guise of checking in.

Hey handsome, you okay? Totally random, but what’s the best braking point for Eau Rouge?

He didn’t even question it—just sent a smug voice note with a full breakdown like she was a rookie on his team.

It made her want to destroy his time.

That night, she created a profile.

She debated using her real name, but that was a quick no. The username had to be anonymous… but also funny.

So she picked the most on-the-nose option possible.

@Mrs.Norris

It was meant to be a joke. A bit of fun. She never expected it to go anywhere.

She definitely didn’t expect to get good.

—

Two weeks in, she was holding her own in online lobbies. Four weeks in, she was winning. All of them.

Six weeks in, she entered a public charity sim race and beat George, Charles, and Alex.

The stream chat lost its collective mind.

Who TF is Mrs. Norris???

Actual alien pace.

Lando alt??

Plot twist: it’s Max Verstappen in disguise.

That last one made her laugh so hard she nearly fell out of the rig. The idea that they thought her brother was racing under her married name? Unhinged enough to make her cry.

Then came the text from Lando.

Lando:

Baby, are you using my sim under the username Mrs. Norris?

You:

Yep. And I beat them all.

Lando:

No. Shut up. You did not.

You:

Duh. I might be a Norris now, but I was born a Verstappen.

—

When he finally got home after the triple-header, he walked in to find her mid-race, cursing like a sailor, laser-focused, fire in her eyes.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking.

She crossed the finish line five seconds clear of second place.

Slowly, she removed the headset. Even slower, she turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink.

“Hi,” she said softly, suddenly shy.

He didn’t say anything.

Then he grinned.

“Mrs. Norris,” he drawled, walking over to kiss her forehead, “we are so screwed if this gets out.”

She smiled. “It won’t. They think I’m Max.”

He leaned in, voice low. “You beat my Silverstone time.”

“Your fault for sounding all smug about Eau Rouge.”

He kissed her properly then, holding her like he hadn’t seen her in months.

And neither of them mentioned the way his hands trembled slightly at the thought of her in a real F1 car.

Because if her dad ever found out?

He’d have her in one tomorrow.

[leviruthan]

asking them if you can hold their hands

summary : reader has auditorial and visual hallucinations, when first meeting them reader requests to touch hands to ensure they're real [requested] (hi I accidentally deleted your message 😭)

characters : all overbloat boys + kalim

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

riddle would be really taken aback

not only hand holding seems kinda inappropriate, you just met

"excuse me?? why do you wish to touch my hand?" he would ask in a confused and a bit strict tone

after you explain it, he has an uncertain and worried look in his eyes

seeing the genuine need in your expression, he would nod stiffly

"very well" he says, extending his hand with a formal air

his movements precise and a little stiff, but his touch is gentle

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"tch. first meeting and you're already asking for weird favors" he grumbles. crossing his arms loosely over his chest, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he took you in

inside though, he feels a smug kind of amusement

when you tell him the reason why, he first thinks why should he even bother helping

after a moment's pause though, he would reluctantly offer a hand because well why not, it's not that of a big favour. and you better remember him as being real rather than part of your hallucinations

his palm would probably feel warm and calloused

"get it over with" he'd mutter, though his hand would remain still until you withdrew

MALLEUS DRACONIA

extremely surprised at the request

after all not many people are bold enough to ask to hold his hand

should he be offended since you're randomly asking something that is considered intimate out of the blue when you don't know each other that well? but all he feels is curiosity and amusement

when you explain why malleus would be intrigued

"you wish to ensure my tangibility?" he would ask

without hesitation, he would extend a hand. his long, elegant fingers held still and waiting

his touch is be cool, like smooth stone warmed by the sun

"does this reassure you?"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

"WH- ah, an interesting request" he'd comment, his tone measured (ignore the first incomplete word) "may I ask why?"

when you tell him why his eyes widen behind his glasses. he would extend his hand, slowly and deliberately with a formal air like he's making a business deal

his touch would be cool and smooth

he'd observe your reaction, if you visibly relax or seem comforted by the touch, his eyes would soften

he would ask a few gentle questions afterward, both out of politeness and genuineness

IDIA SHROUD

idia would flinch when he hears your request, his entire body language radiating discomfort

he would take a step back instinctively

"e-eh?! t-touch?! um I mean w-why?" he'd stammer, his gaze darting nervously avoiding eye contact

his visibly stiffened body would start to relax a bit when you explain the reason

but hand holding!? couldn't there be any other way?

seeing the genuine need in your eyes, he stops himself from voicing his thoughts... it's just hand holding....NOOO

sensing your hopeful gaze, he would finally decide to slowly, reluctantly, extend a hand

his skin would feel slightly clammy and cool to the touch and he'd likely pull back as soon as it was done

"o-okay, done. are you... feeling more logged in with reality now?"

please say yes cause he can't do that again! even if he didn't really mind it, he doesn't want to die from sudden physical contact with human beings

KALIM AL ASIM

kalim would beam, his usual boundless enthusiasm undimmed by your unusual request

no hesitation "oh! you want to hold hands? sure thing!" he'd exclaim, his smile wide and welcoming he would immediately reach out

his hand would be warm and his grip firm and friendly

he wouldn't mind holding hands even if you don't tell him why you want to, but you do anyway

"don't worry, I am totally real!" he would say with his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth and a complete lack of hesitation or judgment

he will ask you questions about this out of curiosity and because he wants to know you more and so that he can make sure you're comfortable when you're around him <3

JAMIL VIPER

jamil would initially eyes you with suspicion and a look that clearly says why?

once you explained, a subtle shift would occur in his demeanor, a hint of understanding softening his gaze

he would offer his hand with a calm and steady demeanor "if it provides you with reassurance"

he would observe you carefully, if it helped, he'd simply nod

VIL SCHOENHEIT

alright, he has dealt with fans, and some of them were...not that normal, and tend to make unusual request sometimes

so when you ask if you can hold his hand, he would think you're probably another fan

would let you do it with a fan service smile

if you explain the real reason he will look surprised before his expression returning back to the normal one

"hopefully, that has helped?" he'd watch your reaction with keen interest, his usual theatrical flair replaced by a quiet attentiveness

[whre4wanda]

Watch Her

*Mature content ahead*

Mentions of abuse, blood, violence Exhibitionism, Strap on sex, fingering (Reader receiving), stalking, kinda rough and possessive sex, cum-filled strap, creampie

Summary- Your boss who happens to be extremely close to you, gets tired of watching your ex boyfriend stalk you.

Your pov:

Sitting next to Natasha in some fancy club was not what you had been expecting to do at this time of day. Especially since you'd knocked off about two hours ago, but Natasha had been persistent that you'd accompany her, claiming that you deserved to let go just a little. That and Natasha didn't exactly want to let you out of her sight.

You and Natasha had grown closer over time. Yes, some might have found that to be very "unethical" but who were you to care when your hot boss took a sudden interest in you. And Natasha was very interested with you.

Now, Natasha Romanoff was a woman of power — poised, unreadable, always in control. The youngest CEO in her firm’s history, feared in boardrooms and admired in tabloids. She didn’t chase things. Not often. Not ever.

Until you walked into her company as the new marketing consultant — Bold, brilliant, and radiant like sunlight piercing through bulletproof glass. And Natasha? She was ruined the second you laughed in her office for the first time.

However there had been one thing in the way during the process of you and Natasha getting to know one another. Your boyfriend. Believe me when I say that Natasha was not a fan of your boyfriend. She couldn't even believe you had one in the first place. When the older woman first laid eyes on you, her heart fluttered. Your beauty stunned her, not just that but your confidence too. She was a fool to think you'd be available, and surprised to see that you had a boyfriend. And anyone else would have believed that too but you were happy with your current boyfriend.

Well at least you thought you were, but things started going south very quickly in your relationship. It started with one slap to the face. You were both having a heated argument and unfortunately his palm connected to your cheek. Shocked to say the least, he apologized profusely. Told you it would never happen again, bought you the hugest bouquet of roses you'd ever seen then pampered you with love that entire week after. How naive you were to believe it would just be once.

One turned to two and two turned into ten. Slaps turned into shoves against the wall which later turned into punches. By that time you were deep in it. He'd hurt you out of anger, spite or even if his food wasn't warm enough. Anything enraged him and unfortunately you were his nearest punching bag.

You thought you were good at hiding it all, thought you were more careful but it turns out you weren't. Especially not around the CEO.

It was nearly midnight, and the building was mostly empty. Only the hum of security lights and the low whir of elevators echoed through the halls. Natasha was finishing up late in her cold office, glass of whiskey untouched, staring out over the city.

She told herself she stayed late for work but the truth was: she always stayed late when she knew you were working longer hours just to finish up paper work.

You — the woman with the quiet fire, the brilliant ideas, the natural charisma that left her speechless in meetings.

You — who smiled with your whole body even when your eyes didn’t.

You — who wore long sleeves even in summer.

Natasha wanted you. Badly. But you had a boyfriend. So she stayed in her lane. Distant. Professional. Tortured. Until the night she stepped into the wrong elevator — or perhaps the right one.

She’d meant to go to the garage. Instead, she hit the wrong button. Doors slid open on the admin floor… and she heard you. Quiet sniffles. A shaky breath. She stepped out slowly, heels silent on the tile. And there you were, standing by the vending machine, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, sleeves soaked with fresh tears.

Natasha’s breath caught.

“Y/n?” You turned too fast, startled. Tried to hide your face. But she’d already seen the smudged makeup. The trembling hands. The way your phone screen lit up with his name…again.

“I didn’t mean to—” you started, but your voice broke. And she was beside you in an instant.

“What did he do?” she asked, eyes dark and dangerous. You hesitated. But your silence spoke louder than anything. And when Natasha looked closer, she could see the faint bruise around your eye.

Natasha didn’t touch you — not yet. She just stood beside you like a wall, steady and still.

“This isn’t the first time, is it?” Her voice was low but gentle.  You shook your head. One tear slipped down your cheek.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” you whispered.

“Especially not you.”

Her voice softened, but it cracked around the edges.

“Why not me?” You finally looked at her. “Because if I told you… I knew you’d never let it go. And honestly, I’m really scared.” She stepped closer then, slow and careful. “You’re right. I wouldn’t let it go.”

A small pause and then she spoke up.

“I’ve watched you try to shrink yourself for months. I’ve seen the light in you dim because of someone too weak to hold it. I wanted to stay away, I tried. But I can’t pretend anymore and I won't, Y/N. Not after this.” You exhaled shakily, leaning slightly into her surprisingly warm presence.

“If you want to leave,” she said quietly,

“I’ll help you. No questions. No judgment. Just say the word — and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believed someone.

That was five months ago. It took you two months to finally take her advice. And you left him. You packed your bags and left him behind and as scary as it was, it felt refreshing to finally be free from him. But he wasn't happy. Your ex was now adamant on getting you back. He'd show up at your new apartment, in attempt to apologize and somehow win you back. His pleas were always the same some variation of:

"I made a mistake."

"I never meant to hurt you, I was just angry."

"I'll get help, you deserve better. "

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

But those random visits or coincidental meetups soon became frustrating and borderline pathetic. And shortly after that, the stalking began. Everywhere you went, somewhere, somehow you'd catch a glimpse of him. You mentioned it to Natasha once, but you told her it wasn't bothering you that much. Besides, the admin work to file a restraining order would take too much time. And that's something you currently did not have.

Fortunately for you, the two of you became closer after your confession. Everything had been at ease for a couple of weeks. Work was good, Natasha was a sweetheart, and your ex was nowhere to be seen. That was until your ex drunkenly stumbled inside the club that you were at.

He'd been watching you from a far for a while now. He watched the way Natasha leaned in, whispering something in your ear that would make you blush or occasionally laugh. And when Natasha lead you up to some private room, he was enraged. The way her hand was just above your ass or when you intentionally moved her hand down to your ass, he was beyond pissed.

Natasha lead you into the VIP room that served as her office. She'd use this room to conduct business, or just to catch a breather but now she was determined to make you fall apart inside of it.

"I could've taken you home." She purred as your lips met hers but you scoffed.

"That would take long. I want you to fuck me now." You whined against her lips and she chuckled.

The private VIP room was dim and luxurious, the bass from the club below humming faintly through the walls. You and Natasha were lost in your own world—her fingers ghosting down your arms, her lips brushing yours, pulling you closer with an urgency that made your head spin.

Just when your hands tangled in her suit jacket, the door banged open with a violent thud.

You startled, pulled away from Natasha, heart hammering.

Standing in the doorway, swaying slightly, was your ex. His hair was a mess, his eyes glassy from too much alcohol, and worse — burning with bitter rage. Natasha's bodyguards were quick, already piling in, ready to escort the man out but Natasha stopped them.

"Leave." She told them and they did so, before closing the door.

"Nat, don't-" Natasha gives you a look that has you keeping your mouth shut in defeat.

"So this is it, huh?" he barked, staggering a few steps in.

"Throw away everything we had... just to be some freak's whore?" You flinched, the words slicing through you. Natasha’s body instantly moved in front of yours, shielding you, her entire frame tense and humming with restrained violence.

"Look at you," he sneered, voice rising.

"I should’ve known. Always acting so damn proud, like you were too good for me. Turns out you’re just a filthy little dyke who can’t get enough of being someone’s side piece."

Your hands shook at your sides. You opened your mouth to say something, anything—but Natasha moved first. Slowly, she shrugged off the tailored suit jacket, before she rolled up her sleeves, exposing the tattoos winding up her arms, her movements smooth, calculated and dangerous.

"You have about five seconds to get out of this room," Natasha said, voice low and vibrating with fury.

"Before I put you through that wall."

Your ex laughed — a disgusting, hollow sound.

"Oh, please. What, you think because you’re some tough bitch, you can scare me? She’ll get tired of you. They always do. She’s just another—" Crack.

Natasha’s fist cut the insult short, snapping his head sideways so hard he slammed into the side table, knocking over expensive bottles of champagne. He groaned, clutching his face, but Natasha didn’t stop—she grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him upright again.

"You come near her again, you even look at her again," Natasha hissed, voice deadly calm,

"and they'll be pulling your teeth out of your stomach."

"Fuck you. You'll get tired of her anyway. She's just a whore. " He spit out, his words laced with pure malice and disgust. He coughed up before mumbling another insult. Natasha's fist met his face once again and you could hear the crackling sound of a bone snapping, most likely his jaw. He laid limp now staring up at the woman.

"You're better off keeping quiet for the entire night." She mumbled.

"But you know what, you gave me a brilliant idea." She stands up, stalking her way towards you before pulling a chair out and placing it just a few feet away from him. He's angry, but you could tell he was in pain and the fear in his eyes was pretty much evident. He'd be too stupid to try stand up now. So he lay helpless on the floor, looking at the two of you.

The woman sat down before calling out your name.

"Why don't you come sit here for me sweet thing." Stunned, frightened and really turned on, you approached the older woman. You placed yourself on her lap like she'd requested and she hummed.

"Now I want you to look at him."

"Nat what are you-"

"Look at him detka. Don't ask questions, just look." And so you did. Your ex stared at the both of you in disgust and Natasha's arm slid around your waist.

"Now I'm certain he called you boring and dry, didn't he? But I think he's wrong. Oh so wrong." Her hands were now settled on both your thighs, and you were certain that your panties were probably drenched with your slick.

"I just think the bastard just can't please a pretty girl. And it's unfortunate too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, could he detka?” She coos, fingers sliding across your smooth skin.

"What do you think about us giving him a show?"

"A S-show?"

"Well he did interrupt us, didn't he? Besides I'd like to show him all the things he can't have now. What do you say detka? It's all in your hands." You think about it for a moment. Hell you're too turned on to say no. So you nod your head.

"Yeah baby? Want me to fuck you in front of him?"

"Yes."

"Such a good girl. So obedient. Isn't she?" The question was directed to your ex and she only smirked at the defeated figure. Natasha's hand slid up to your button up shirt, where she proceeded to unbutton the silk shirt before her hands cupped your breasts.

A small moan of encouragement pushed her forward, Natasha's hands slid down to your thighs before bunching up your skirt. Her fingers felt cold compared to your warm skin. She slid her fingers across your covered pussy and you jerked forward from the mere touch.

"Responsive too." She cooed, her lips centimeters away from your neck.

"What do you want me to do?" She whispered and you could only grind your hips in response.

"Oh honey, we're here to give a show, you're gonna have to tell me what you want."

"I want you to..." A labored breath and Natasha bites your ear.

"Want me to what?"

"Fuck me."

"Oh detka." She hums before her lips press against yours. It's soft, gentle until it's rough, her hands roaming across every access of skin she'd come across.

You're grinding down on her thigh and her fingers are pressing into your covered pussy, before they're suddenly inside of you. You gasp from the unexpected stimulation before a moan escapes your lips.

"There you go, making such pretty sounds for me." You're slowly riding her fingers, panties getting in the way of her movements but she doesn't care. Anything to make you feel good.

Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, who lays helplessly on the floor still battered and bruised. He growls and spits out a disgusted protest as he watches the debauchery play out.

"Oh baby, did he make you feel so good?" She asked, purposefully thrusting her fingers upwards as you ride those same fingers. Your breath catches in your throat and Natasha tuts disapprovingly.

"Answer me."

"N-no, never."

"Never? Well I'll be damned." Natasha stops her movements before those slick coated digits are placed inside her mouth.

"Tastes so divine too." Natasha says with a cocky smile before she easily maneuvers you to the glass table that wasn't far away from the chair. Pressing you down onto the cool surface, her fingers pull at the fabric of your panties.

"I really hope you don't like these." Before you can even respond, she's ripping the fabric apart before her fingers slide inside of your pussy, this time reaching spots you didn't even know of.

"Well don't you have the prettiest pussy ever." Your eyes roll back, it felt so good, the way she had her fingers buried inside of you made you melt into the table.

Your moans turned her on, and the way your hips began moving along with her fingers, well she was now obsessed.

“Oh, fuck, Nat!,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table.

“This all for me detka?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. You simply nod and she hums.

She slides another thick finger into you, grinning triumphantly as you release a wanton moan. She curls her fingers inside of you, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and velvety walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is coursing through your veins.

“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with at any given time. But you wanted to act like a selfish bastard and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at the man while her fingers work inside of you. 

It's true. Your ex knew that. You were practically the epitome of perfection and now here you were, being fucked by a woman, moaning louder than ever, compared to all the times where he had been fucking you. He thought he was good but he was clearly mistaken. Never had he seen such a dazed out expression on your face and this made his stomach twist in disgust and sadly, embarrassment.

"Shes so beautiful isn't she?" She asked while her fingers gently scrape through your hair.

"Tell her that she's beautiful. Now."

"S-she is beautiful." He stuttered before averting his gaze downwards and Natasha hums.

"You hear that baby, you're very beautiful. Now I want you to go ahead and cum for me yeah? Make a mess on my fingers." she mumbles, sliding a third finger into you and fuck you could practically see stars. Her other hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder.

The wet sounds coming from your thighs are obscene, borderline filthy yet uncommon to hear since he never managed to get you to this level. Ever.

"So beautiful" Natasha's wide eyes were fixed on the way your pussy swallowed her fingers.

"So good, come on cum for me." Your body stilled as you finally came on her fingers. Five minutes. That's all she needed to have you tumbling over the edge.

"And I bet you never made her cum so quickly did you?" She mused before pulling her fingers out of your now dripping cunt.

"Now, I'm gonna show you how to really treat a girl right, I think you need the lesson on how to fuck hm." Too dazed out to really care about what she said, Natasha unzipped her slacks before taking out the strap that had been in the confinement of her slacks. Large and girthy, she slid the silicone toy across your pussy and you whined, hands gripping the glass table beneath you.

She eased the toy inside of you, before pulling out and thrusting back in . It had you breathless.

"Oh baby, does that feel good?" You mumbled something incoherent and Natasha smirked.

"I've got you dumbed down so quickly huh?" She snapped her hips until the toy was buried to the hilt. You moaned and it was so fucking loud yet so intoxicating.

"Fuck, you're just so tight. So snug. What a fool you were for not appreciating such a beautiful pussy. " her thrusts has you gripping the glass table for your dear life, your lips falling apart as you let out a silent moan.

"I didn't tell you to look down did I? Watch her. Watch how I fuck her or I'll blow your fucking brains out." You knew it was possible, Natasha was very impulsive and it was honetsly questionable how the thought seemed to arouse you even more. Your ex begrudgingly watched as Natasha fucked you.

Pupils dilated, mouth hung open, hands holding onto the table, Natasha brought you up so you could look at him as she fucked you.

"So pretty right? I bet you never got to see this face much. Does it feel good detka?" You nodded but she was having none of that.

"Tell me."

"Feels so good."

"Can you feel me?"

"Y-yes fuck yes, I feel you everywhere." you exclaimed, hips jerking forward as she snapped her hips even faster.

"Better than his dick?"

"S-so much better." The squelching sounds should be embarrassing, but yoh can't find it in you to care when she was fucking you this good.

"You hear that? That's how good I fuck her." The woman grinned before her eyes trailed down to where her strap repeatedly rammed into you. Mesmerized is what she is as she watches your ass recoil, the sight is one she never wants to forget. In fact, if she had it her way, she'd make sure that she got to see it every single day.

"god, a fake dick has you running away from me huh? Has your pussy gushing out like that but he couldn't do that hm? Pathetic." She said with a chuckle. You're babbling, you're drooling and soon you're very much falling apart on the faux toy. Natasha continues to rut inside of you until you feel a warm liquid inside of your pussy from Natasha's strap. She watches in amazement as the sticky substance spills out of your pussy, it's a beautiful sight to see.

"A real dick could never make you feel like that, only mine can yeah?" it's possessive and it has you clenching around nothing.

Your body is limp as you feel her massage your thighs.

"Get out." She commands and within a second, your ex stumbles out of the room before the woman has her attention back on you.

"You okay detka?" A small nod before you're pushing your ass back against the toy.

"More."

"More?" She asks with a chuckle and you nod your head vigorously.

"Oh detka, I have all the time in the world to make you fall apart."

_________________________________________

Yeah I had a lot of fun with this one!

Ann~

[just-for-kitsch]

I’m feeling sentimental, so I’ll talk about my wife.

It wasn’t love at first sight. It was a quiet interest. We were both well-known within our mutual sphere, but we didn’t talk until later. She came across as very morally righteous, and I was… not. But if anything, that drew us towards each other. Her views on life were so different from mine, and I could tell there was somebody beneath there. Somebody beneath the superficial sweetness and passiveness she displayed—someone serious, severe, and very, very interesting.

So we talked. We talked and we became friends, and it was so, so silly in retrospect. We would go to the same places and pretend we had met by coincidence when we both knew damn well we were waiting to see the other. I did not love her then, but I cared for her more than I had ever cared for anybody else. We made mutual friends, but none of them ever struck me the way she did.

Of course, it crashed and burned. It crashed and burned because one of our mutual friends and her no longer got along, and I took their side instead of hers. We tried to make it work in spite of that. But she realized too much of her self-image depended on the way I saw her, so she asked for us to separate. And even if it hurt, I did—I didn’t have the right to limit her.

So we didn’t talk.

I found some people in the meanwhile. And so had she. We had spoken sparsely during our separation—cordial with zero resentment, but it was flat. Quiet. Stilted. I focused on my work, but one day by chance, we met again. Reminisced. Just a little. And then a little became more.

I was different. She was different. Some of the people I’d found were… less than savory, and the same could be said for her. We both changed to the point we were practically unrecognizable from who we used to be. From who we both were when we first met.

Yet despite that… it was so easy to talk to her. It was like I had been sleeping for years, but I was awake in her presence. Like the entire world clicked back into place as if it had never been separated to begin with. It’s funny, I think—I think our separation made us closer. Made us more willing to confront the bad and work through it. And one day, I realized I loved her. It wasn’t big. Wasn’t dramatic. We were talking as per usual, and I thought, I’d like to do this forever. I realized that I meant it, and that was when I knew I loved her.

There’s a lot more to this story. A lot more underneath the surface that has to do with facades and confusing relationships to the outside eye. Reciprocation, or rather, the lack of it. How once upon a time she loved me more than I loved her, and then I loved her more than she loved me. How we changed during our separation, and how we stayed the same. How insincere with both used to be, but now how vulnerable we both are with each other. How she was the first person I loved—ever. How she changed my life.

There’s a lot more that might not make sense to other people. The fact that I’m aroace. The fact that she has a girlfriend. The fact that we’re inseparable halves even with that.

There’s a lot more that isn’t nearly as cute or as embellished as the rest of this story was made out to be. The anger I felt when we separated as if I’d been abandoned. The betrayal she felt when I took another’s side over hers. The, lightly put, obsession we both have for each other. The way we’ve seen each other at our worst. The way we’ve had to deal with each other at our worst. The way separating us will make us both spiral—the fact we aren’t just codependent, but practically are sewn together.

But I love her, and she loves me. So I don’t think it needs to make sense, and I don’t think it needs to be palatable or cute. It isn’t, not really. But it doesn’t need to be. I’m glad I didn’t let her go. Funny to say is that, now, I don’t think she’d allow me to go if I tried to run.

It’s a good thing that it’s mutual.

New York Times, The One Who Got Away

[ghostlyferrettarot]

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⋆.˚✮♈Aries risings: Your presence is intense, full of courage and an unwavering drive to act. You project a challenging and advanced vibe, as if you are ready to take on the world head on. Some people may see you as impulsive, but your determination is what defines you the most. They see you as firm, determined, and with a leader energy that sets the tone.

⋆.˚✮♉Taurus risings:: With Taurus Ascendant, your vibe is one of calm and security. Your practical approach and connection to material things make others see you as someone who is firmly grounded. You project a vibe of reliability. People see you as someone who has a quiet strength, and they seek your company when they need comfort or stability. People see you as someone they can build and grow with.

⋆.˚✮♊Gemini risings: Gemini rising people are perceived as interesting, fun, and with an energy of variety. You give off a vibe of someone who is always on the go and looking for new experiences. You have a way of connecting with people quickly, and your curiosity leads you to constantly learn new things. You give off a vibe of a natural communicator. You are often seen as the person who breaks the ice in any situation.

⋆.˚✮♋Cancer risings: Cancer rising people have an energy that reflects compassion and protection. You give off a caring vibe, as if you can offer an emotional refuge to others. Your connection to your feelings is deep, and that makes people see you as sensitive and attentive. People perceive you as someone who is very emotional and highly sensitive.

⋆.˚✮♌Leo risings: Leo Ascendants are known for their charisma and their ability to effortlessly attract attention. Your vibe is that of a natural leader who isn't afraid to shine. You project an energy of pride, confidence, and greatness. People see you as someone who takes control and inspires respect and admiration. You give off a royal vibe. Full of optimism, and with a natural ability to lead or be the center of attention.

⋆.˚✮♍Virgo risings: You project a vibe of order and efficiency, as if everything in your life has a reason for being. You are perceived as someone who focuses on details and has a clear vision about what is needed to achieve success. People tend to see you as someone who has everything under control and with a problem-solving approach.

⋆.˚✮♎Libra risings:: Libra ascendants are perceived as charming people, with an energy that seeks harmony and balance. You emanate a vibe of diplomacy and empathy, always looking for the best in others. Your ability to connect with people and keep the peace makes you very well-liked. People perceive you as someone who is easy to get along with, always willing to listen and understand others.

⋆.˚✮♏Scorpio risings: Scorpio rising people project an intense and mysterious energy. They may sometimes see you as reserved, but that only increases the fascination others feel for you. Scorpios tend to be intense, with a marked face and piercing eyes that seem to read the emotions of others. You project a vibe of mystery and authority. People sense there is something deep about you.

⋆.˚✮♐Sagittarius risings: Sagittarius Ascendants are perceived as optimistic, sociable, and with an expansive energy. Your vibe is that of an explorer who is always looking for something new.You project a vibe of adventure and freedom. People see you as someone with an independent spirit and who always brings a positive outlook to any situation.

⋆.˚✮♑Capricorn risings: Capricorn Ascendants project a serious and determined energy. You exude a vibe of responsibility and ambition, as if you are always focused on your goals and building something lasting. People see you as practical and reliable, but they may also perceive you as somewhat reserved. Others see you as someone who is down to earth and determined to achieve success.

⋆.˚✮♒Aquarius risings: Aquarius ascendants have a very original and unconventional energy. People see you as someone who is constantly looking to change the rules. You emanate a sense of being someone with a unique vision of the world. You project a vibe of freedom and authenticity. People see you as someone who thinks differently and acts according to their own rules.

⋆.˚✮♓Pices risings: With Pisces Ascendant, others perceive you as a sweet, loving, and very sensitive person. Often, people see you as someone who has a deep connection with emotions and can understand the needs of others without words. Your energy is that of someone who has a dreamy nature and great intuition. You are seen as someone who is very empathetic and has an incredible ability to emotionally connect with others.

[directdogman]

A few words about the upcoming Olandy route!

First of all, want to quickly apologize for the relative quietness on my part as of late. I'm still in the middle of an international move right now and I'm officially on the final bureaucratic stage before I can physically pack up and complete the move. I've gotten quotes from moving companies, found a good service for Salvage's transport (which was a challenge in of itself) and now I'm just waiting for the final legal paperwork to process. Combined with my recent stint in hospital (my heart did something zany) and preparing for an upcoming merch campaign whose launch month was decided at the start of the year, you may see why I'm behind my own schedule. I can however confirm that work is still on-going... just slower than I'd like. However, I've taken this partial hiatus in production to think over the route and make sure it'll be as conceptually solid as I can make it.

One concern I'd like to address because I've seen it mentioned a few times is the fear that the route may veer into fan service territory in terms of characterization/scene content and I'm hoping I can put those fans at ease. I understand these concerns. The very concept of an Olandy route does seem kind of rife for this sort of thing. The thing is though, the idea for an Olandy route was a cut concept from DT's basegame, when I thinking of ways to double up characters in order to have more three-way dialogue scenes.

Obviously, given that a whole route was cut from the game, this idea ended up in the same nether-sphere as the other potential route ideas, like the Fusco route. But, this was an idea that I considered long before the Olandy ship gained popularity and that's why I was eager to tease the idea after release. I get many requests for routes with characters like Harry, Peter, which would undeniably sell well, but that I'd really have to headscratch to think of a way to make work. My point is, I'm only interested in ideas that I'm confident in.

Would Randy and Oliver completely work as partners? There's points for and against it. Do they have a strong/unique dynamic? Definitely. Randy is someone who looks to others for comfort/confidence and he's not good at dealing with things alone or without guidance. Oliver is confident in himself and very much a pack animal, who loves receiving validation/affection and feeling useful. This roughly explains why they veer towards each other even without considering stuff like romantic/behavioural compatibility.

As for the route itself, my main goal with their dynamic is to give an honest exploration of each character and to show a side of each not seen in their route, while also staying consistent to who they both are. It's important to note that this isn't just a Randy-Oliver route, but very much a Randy-Oliver-Gingi route. You shouldn't worry that the route will be sappier or more romantically heavy than the other routes as I'm actually including an option to play the route completely platonically and both options won't be too dissimilar outside of certain dialogue lines from both characters.

The key thing here is that I'm writing the route just like any other DT route and my main focus is having fun scenes where the characters talk about themselves in order to compare and contrast the differences/similarities between each character within the trio. There are scenes where Oliver is serious and confides in Gingi. There are scenes where we see Randy's insecurity/cowardice paint him in a bad light.

The DLC will also not replace either of their routes, and will instead aim to emphasis traits + backstory each character has that's kind of implied subtly in each of their routes, but not specifically outlined, to give you a more well-rounded view of each character. So, my goal is certainly not to flanderize, but quite the opposite. I want to give a deeper view on each character that's consistent with previous characterization, by further explaining why each character is the way they are and providing more context to stuff mentioned in Randy/Oliver's main routes. Oh, and advancing Gingi's character further, akin to in Roger's route.

(And before you ask, yes, I do have a similar plan for Karen later on, but I have a very specific idea of where it makes sense to put it as it's a much more involved project than a simple DLC. It will definitely take longer to pull off. But, her day will come.)

So, yeah! Obviously Roger's route took care to display the datables in their cameos with the nuance they have in the basegame. From Randy's impurity (willingness to be part of a con), Oliver potentially freaking Gingi out and being unsure of himself upon meeting it, Karen cracking a spontaneous joke (and it not landing), etc. It's important to me that I don't flanderize these characters or reduce them to their outermost traits.

I'm still not 100% confident in the route draft, but that's a given. I never am. But, I can say, I'm really excited for people to see the character stuff I have in mind for Randy, Oliver + Gingi, particularly what's revealed about both in the heart to heart in the good ending. You have a rough idea of what to expect from the route as per previous routes and while this one won't be nearly as large as Roger's route, I still wanna make it the best experience it can be for you all. Thank you! :)

[stellifystari]

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑶𝒃𝒔 𝑻𝒘𝒐

ⓘ 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺

͙͘͡★┊Leo jupiter’s (sidereal) are some of the most talented people you’ll meet. They are natural entertainers and attract an abundance of attention easily. This placement can indicate getting random lucky opportunities involving fame or being in the spotlight too. Like being spotted for modeling, acting, etc.

͙͘͡★┊People born during the saturn in cancer (western) time period are some of the shyest people that I’ve met. They’re huge homebodies too and love to isolate themselves a lot from others. Especially when their saturn is in the 4th house.

͙͘͡★┊Venus in the 9th house is such an underrated beauty in my opinion. I find the beauty in all venus placements but with the 9th house involving things that come with ease and it being the house of abundance these people tend to have an effortless beauty and get a lot of compliments on their looks. I’ve noticed they look really good without even wearing any makeup too.

͙͘͡★┊I’ve read before that ancient astrologers used to say that virgo was ruled by chiron rather than mercury. I’m not sure how I feel about it since chiron isn’t a planet but it makes since with chiron having to do with the wounded healing others and virgo’s tend to be very wounded people that when evolved always do lots for others. It’s just interesting to think about although I think mercury also aligns with virgo really well.

͙͘͡★┊If your guiding planet is mercury you may be more interested in intelligent people romantically. It can also mean you yourself are very smart and witty. I may make a post on guiding planets in the future that’s more in depth.

͙͘͡★┊There’s certain aspects that can’t physically occur and are known as “impossible aspects”. I still see people writing about them on tumblr and tiktok completely unaware the aspect isn’t in anyone’s natal charts. You can read more about this in my free beginners guide.

↳ Example: Sun trine venus

͙͘͡★┊Sirius is a fixed star related to our purpose, fate, wealth, and success. People who have it aspecting their sun, venus, or jupiter often experience extreme wealth at some point in their life.

৻ꪆ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒆 ৻ꪆ

[idkhowtosocialize]

trying to compare coding to art is very interesting to me, as something who enjoys both and dislikes AI

for some reason people see programming and art as two opposite edges of the spectrum, but I think it undervalues the creative work coding requires and the technical work art requires

I think what seperates coding to other stem fields is that at it's core it's a tool for creation

math, physics, chemistry and such are just sets of rules, which you can use to learn more about themselves and the world, but you can't really create something new that is separate to them

but coding, at it's core, is a set of rules FOR creation, that's why I like coding! it's challenging, it's engaging, it's fun! and it has a lot of potential in creating new interesting things,

whether you are creating the most mundane calculator or an insane video game, you are making something, and that act of creation takes creativity, knowledge and problem solving skills

in that sense, I think there is a bit of art in everything, the keyboard I'm typing on was designed by someone, the little buttons in the UI, the pillow I'm resting on

it's not just everything that is human made, but everything that is, because finding that extra thought and meaning isn't limited just to creator alone, but the observer as well

modern art talks a lot about how you can look at everything the way you can at high art, you can find beauty symbolism and meaning in everything, because that depth doesn't exist within the object itself, but within the mind that interprets it

so circleing back, art exists in two realms: being created and being observed

and that raises the question, can art comfortably exist only within one of those? again, my pillow was designed and created by someone, but it usually doesn't get observed as art, but I will still argue that designing it was an artistic process

so then, can art only be observed? and I will argue again that yes, you can find meaning in everything! even seeing shapes in clouds is a bit of an artistic experience

so then, can AI art be classified as art? the creator less amalgamation that it is? well unfortunately yes - BUT not because of the machine that created it, but because of the HUMAN THAT OBSERVED IT, without the human mind to interrupt the shapes and the colours and the composition and give it that meaning, it reminds nothing but an array of pixels

well I did mention I dislike AI art, so why is that? and well, while art can exist on only one of the realms, that doesn't ignore the fact that it stripes it of a whole entire realm of meaning!!!

the person behind the piece is meaningful to the piece for multiple reasons,

first of all I think it simply adds depth to the piece! if we have established that the meaning of art lays within the depth you can find in it, the person behind it, who they are, the choices they made and why, adds a whole new layer of depth and meaning to the piece!

you can look at the sky and see clouds, you can see a cloud shaped as a cat, and you can see something that reminds you of your late grandmother, these are 3 different experiences that occurs by looking at the same object, and the difference is in the meaning you find in it

which just leaves AI art as less interesting, because there's less meaning to find (unless you count the artists it's based on), it just makes it a bit more flat

but not only that, I feel like it's at risk of robbing people of the artistic process, there's a reason why people still draw even though there are cameras - it's because creating things is fun!

yes art is challenging, and sure you can create the same result in easier means, but that challenge IS what's so fun about it! thinking though problems is a good thing!

I love drawing, and I generally believe it's one of the hardest things you can do (I might be biased) because not only it takes learning anatomy or perspective, but it also extends to fighting with the unwritten rules of the subconscious of making something look or feel "right"

creating things is challenging, drawing, writing, programming, but there isn't a greater use to the human body and mind than creation! yes you can take shortcuts, you can try making things more comfortable and easy for yourself, but you should do that to give yourself more power, not less power! or you'll be robbing yourself from using your mind

I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.

Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.

Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.

The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.

The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)

But I finally got it.

And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.

Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.

Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.

Should they be hired?

She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.

When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.

People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.

And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.

These people are calling themselves artists.

Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.

And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

even more tlm references

Part 1 (Episodes 1 + 2) / Part 2 (Episode 3) / This post covers Episodes 4 + 5, as well as references from the event boys' voice lines and vignettes (since those have also been unlocked now)!

OH MY GOD. Rook says he enjoyed a bath in the hotel's bathhouse. He and Malleus comment on the beautiful interior of it, mentioning a shell-themed bathtub and a carving of a fish. THEY'RE LITERALLY DESCRIBING THE BATHHOUSE THAT ARIEL WASHED IN???

While at an outdoor market, we spot a lady in a white dress secured with a rope. Jade explains that it is a fashion style unique to the Sunshine Lands. By simply changing the way you wrap the cloth and rope, you can make many different looks! This fashion originated from repurposing the cloth used to make sails and rope.

This might just be me buggin’ but 😳 Jade says the Coral Sea has high biodiversity, meaning when those animals and plants decay, they add a lot of minerals and nutrients that enrich the water. This makes rich, imami sea salt. I wonder if this is a reference to??? How the sea Ariel comes from is also very colorful and biodiverse, as we see in Under the Sea.

At the outdoor market, Malleus spots forks of a strange shape. These, Jade explains, are actually combs in the shape of forks. There is a legend about a mermaid that combed her hair with a fork because she had recently come to land, and at a time when her people and humans knew little of each other. She would go on to have a happy marriage. This is of course a reference to Ariel using a fork to comb her hair at dinner🍴(Jade also mentions the Atlantics Memorial Museum from book 3!! They have a replica of the fork the mermaid used on display.)

The market also has stuff salvaged from sunken ships! There’s precious antiques and things of value, but also tons of junk that can be refurbished or polished back up and made reusable again. This has to be a reference to Ariel’s grotto full of items collected from sunken ships!!! She has many things here, some useful, some not, but all interesting to her.

The people of the Sunshine Lands love song and music! An example, Jade gives is playing the flute on ships and the coast. You know who plays a flute??? ERIC. We see him playing one when Ariel sees him for the first time, as well as right before he spots Vanessa on the beach.

There are lots of clothes hung up to dry in the strong sun. There’s a scene in TLM where the maids of Eric’s castle are doing laundry!! Sebastian gets caught up in it.

The groom apparently works on ships and is quite familiar with the sea… LIKE ERIC.

The cove is the same as the one Eric and Ariel went in for Kiss the Girl!! Look at this neat new background and how they’ve nicely decorated it!!

The Eternity Float starts off with the groom gushing about the “first time [he] heard [the bride’s] name”. Definitely a callback to Eric guessing Ariel’s name on the rowboat 😭

Rook makes a thick fog by firing fire at water. Fog??? Like… THE FOG ON THE BEACH WHEN VANESSA APPEARS AND ENCHANTS ERIC?!!!!!?!?!

Riddle thinks to launch barrels at the bride and groom! This makes me think of when Ariel used a barrel to help herself catch up with the wedding ship departing with Eric on it.

Jade and Riddle get into a magic fight that produces fireworks. The couple reminiscence on the time they saw fireworks together. Fireworks appear over Eric’s ship on the night Ariel sees Eric for the first time!!

Malleus creates a mighty tornado with his wind magic. Is this maybe a reference to the powerful storm Ursula summons when she has all the powers of the sea at her disposal?!

THE BRiDE AND GRoOM ARE LITERALLY ArIEL AND ERiCCCCC (Side note: Jade leaping in his merform fr reminds me of that fucking leaping dolphin meme 🐬 which is funny because his fandom emoji IS the dolphin!)

The bride saves the groom by swimming with him to safety…! Like how Ariel rescued Eric after the storm at the start of the film!

Jade successfully capsizes their rowboat!! Similar shot to what appears in the film.

The event ends on a similar shot as the film too!!! 😭 The sea… the ship drifting out on it… the rainbow appearing… Even the font they use to write “The End” is similar to the font used for TLM title. This is setting off all kinds of nostalgia alarms for meeeeeeee 🌈

In Rook’s vignette, he and Malleus go fishing but catch nothing. Right as they’re about to leave, something snags on the line—and they fish up a fragment of a statue. They hear from a local that there is a sunken ship nearby, so it’s common to catch stuff from it. Rook is amused and wonders if the fragment once used to be part of a man with a strong will. This has GOTTA be talking about the statue of Eric that got busted up.

In Malleus’s vignettes, he practices maintaining balance while rowing. I don't think this refers to anything specific in TLM, but I'm thinking maybe it could refer to the scene where Eric's men are in those lifeboats during the storm and trying to keep afloat in the rough waves??

He has a voice line saying he would like to play violin at a wedding (and in the Sunshine Lands, they often take place on boats). We can see one of Eric's crewmates playing a fiddle on the night Ariel sees him for the first time!

Malleus also has a voice line about how they are many sunken ships at the bottom of the sea. This is pretty non-specific, but I'm sure all of us remember the film opening scene with Ariel exploring a sunken ship.

In Riddle’s vignettes, he mentions that a horse's demeanor can change depending on the handler. Then an incident occurs in which a horse gets spooked and runs off without anyone in its carriage; Riddle and Rook chase after it and are able to get in the carriage. With Riddle at the helm, they're able to get the horse to leap over a valley. THIS A NOD TO HOW WHEN ARIEL TOOK THE REINS TO THE CARRIAGE... and then she and Eric bolted off... AND THEN SHE GOT THE HORSE TO LEAP OVER A GAP.

In one of Jade's voice lines, he talks about how he used to look at the city longingly from the waters. JUST LIKE ARIEL... JUST LIKE ARIEL AS SHE SINGS PART OF YOUR WORLD REPRISE ON THAT ROCK AND THE WATER GOES SPLASH!!!!!!!

Finally!! In Jade’s vignettes, a storefront sells items imported from merfolk. Items include seaweed for fortune telling, musical instruments, and accessory cases made from shells, and seahorses with anemones on their heads. This calls to mind the general seashell accessories of the merfolk, musical instruments used in Under the Sea and the concert scenes, and Ursula's little potion ingredients cabinet + skrungly clients/prisoners.

He tells a tale of how he got caught in a whirlpool while chasing after something shiny that had fallen into the sea. Could this be a reference to Eric using glowing under the water to try and attack Ursula?? asjdhasdsalid I MIGHT BE OVERTHINKING THIS ONE AND IT'S NOTHING

Jade ends his vignettes by mentioning there may come a day where he “returns to the sea”… THE LITTLE MERMAID 2: RETURN TO THE SEA?!?!!

[harringtonfeels]

teach (part ii of touch)

3.9k | New relationship (friends to lovers) | Shy, inexperienced Reader | Smut with undertones of fluff

Notes: This is a continuation of my one shot touch. You don't have to read touch first, but I do think it's more fun that way.

Reader just wants to blow Steve, if he'll just let her already.

Dating Steve is so natural it's like breathing. It's never awkward the way new relationships tend to be. There are none of those growing pains like you've experienced in past relationships. And if you should say so yourself, you make a pretty good team. You segue easily from holding hands at the diner, to making fun of each other over stupid stuff, to abandoning the movie on the TV screen to make out on your couch.

A big part of it is how thoughtful you both are, and how intimately you already know each other. Steve always double-checks your boundaries, always makes sure you know you can tell him if there's something bothering you, or if you've changed your mind. He's so gentle with you, sometimes so gentle you feel the need to remind him that it's okay to be a little assertive.

Steve is a lot of things. Your goofy best friend, a charming boyfriend, and an enthusiastic lover. He's never selfish, and he's certainly never cruel. Sometimes, you have to focus really hard to remind yourself of that. Especially in moments like these. Because, if you didn't know better, you'd say he's driving you crazy on purpose.

You lean up into a sitting position, your tee shirt falling back down and covering your abdomen. "Steve," you all but whine, reaching out for him. He's shirtless, and his skin is damp with sweat, but you don't mind.

"What?" he laughs. He cups your cheek with his hand as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, then your nose.

Rolling your eyes, you press your free hand to his chest and push him back, firmly but carefully. His lips are too distracting - you'll have to keep him off of you if you want to accomplish anything.

"Why won't you let me?" You've been learning recently how to do the girlfriend thing with a little more… finesse. That includes pouting - at least, when there's something you want. And you're also learning that Steve is a little bit of a sucker for some puppy dog eyes.

"Let you what?" He sounds distracted, and maybe a bit amused, while diving in for another kiss.

Your hand moves swiftly and with purpose down his chest, dropping straight to the button of his Levi's and tugging him in closer. You're still new to this - much newer to it than Steve is. But that doesn't mean you aren't sure of yourself, and it certainly doesn't mean you don't know what you want.

However, while you're angling for something new, he appears to be on a bit of a mission himself.

"Don't worry about that, honey." His tone is chipper, and then his mouth is on yours, and his hands are on your thighs, and your brain is empty.

Steve is a very generous boyfriend, in more ways than one. For your first time, he makes sure everything's just right. The music, the mood, the venue - even the lighting.

He's more prepared than you've ever seen him before. He's bought a pack of condoms to keep in your nightstand, and a bottle of lube as well. You're not exactly old-fashioned, but it's nice that you didn't have to look the lady in the pharmacy checkout line in the eye while buying it yourself.

He makes you cum on his fingers and his mouth first, reddened lips glistening with your slick, and if you were excited to have sex before, now you're aching for it. He never has a hard time getting you interested, but you weren't expecting to feel so satisfied before you've even gotten started.

When he asks if you're ready, you are - absolutely. You palm him through his briefs and moan into his mouth at the feel of him, hard and heavy in your hand.

"Oh, honey," he groans, easing you back down into the pillows, and you can't help but whine a little as he slides his briefs down, freeing his cock.

It's not the first time you've ever seen a penis, but it's the first time you've ever seen Steve's, and with him, everything feels like the first time. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, the shaft hard and ready, tip flushed a dark pink.

"Steve," you sigh, and he kisses you firmly, lovingly, cradling the back of your neck with his big hand.

He rolls the condom on with practiced ease, and then his free hand descends on you, rubbing slick circles around your swollen clit. You know there's something you wanted to ask for, but when your hips buck against his hand, still sensitive from your orgasm, you can't remember what you wanted until he swipes the head of his cock through your folds. You feel him twitch against you, and it's intoxicating, the thought that you drive him as crazy as he does you, that you can feel how hard he's working to exercise some restraint. How hard he's trying to make this perfect.

Your grip on his bicep tightens, and by then, you're so worked up, you're not about to ask him to stop just so you can blow him.

The line between emotional intimacy and sexual intimacy becomes blurrier over time. It's only been three weeks since he touched you the first time, but he's gotten really good at making you feel comfortable. You're also becoming more confident asking for what you need, slowly but surely.

Sometimes you don't know how to say what you mean without it sounding overly crass, and if you can't look him in the eye when you make certain requests, or if your cheeks burn with mild embarrassment - well, it's not like you can help it. But each time, he's so encouraging, helps you through it and never makes you feel ashamed to express yourself. As a matter of fact, you're starting to get the idea that he gets a little bit of a thrill from prompting you to be more direct, hearing you say things you never, ever would have said to him before you were dating.

You're getting a lot of practice asking him to modify his technique, or suggesting a new position. You're also getting better at communicating nonverbally, reading his body language and refining your own. For years, you've felt like you could read Steve like the back of your hand, and it felt like there was nothing left to learn. Oh, how wrong you were. There are so many things to want or need now that were never on the table before, and a million more questions to ask, so sometimes you can't imply the things you want to with your hands or your mouth, with a sigh or a moan. And it's moments like that where Steve seems to have the most fun.

The cheesy slasher flick Steve brought home from Family Video is frozen on the screen of his TV, and you're straddling his lap. Your camisole is abandoned on the floor, and a half-empty popcorn bucket and a couple of wine glasses are strewn across the coffee table. Steve's hand is tangled in your hair, his mouth parted with a sigh as you kiss him, nipping and sucking gently at the junction of his jaw and his neck.

"Oh, honey," he groans, other hand gripping your hip, pulling you a little more firmly against him.

The moan that spills from your lips would be embarrassing with anyone else, but the hard press of his erection between your thighs, separated only by a few layers of clothing, has you feeling so needy it's hard to care about much else. You fist the front of his shirt in your hand and yank him closer, kissing him so clumsily your teeth knock against his. Your hands graze the familiar landscape of his lower stomach, desperately working your way under his shirt, and then to the waistband of his jeans.

Breathlessly, you ask, "Can I?"

Steve's hips rut against yours, and his hand leaves your hair, cupping your cheek. He pulls back just enough to lean his forehead against yours, and his eyes are dark with desire. "Can you what?"

You hesitate, mouth feeling a little dry. How are you supposed to ask this without sounding like a frat boy? Steve has gone down on you like ten times now. Why is it so hard to work up the nerve to just tell him what you want when it comes to this?

Maybe it's because all the girls you went to school with talked about blowjobs like they were inconvenient - or worse, an obligation. Maybe you're afraid it'll make you look like a nymphomaniac if you admit you actually want to. Maybe it's because all the pressure is on you to perform properly, whereas with sex, you're working together. Or maybe it's just because you really, really want it to be good for him.

A couple beats pass, and you tell yourself it's just Steve. Why would it bother Steve for you to act like you want him? Finally, you sit back on your heels and bite your lip, fingers poised at the button of his jeans, and you ask, "Can I suck your dick?"

The first time you offered, he seemed to have gotten the memo, but he'd dismissed your request. The second time, you'd been too wrapped up in how good you felt to get the words out. You're not sure what you're expecting when you finally ask again. Part of you irrationally wonders if maybe that's something he doesn't like, or if he specifically doesn't want you to do it.

He hesitates, and you brace yourself for rejection as you take in the uncertainty in his eyes. Instead, he asks, "Are you sure you want to? You don't have to."

Brow furrowing, you say, "Why would I ask if I didn't want to?"

The way he's looking at you, it's like he's trying to decipher what's going on in your head. You haven't seen him so unsure in years, if ever. After a pause that lingers just slightly too long, he replies. "I just don't want you to think you have to do that to make me happy. I wouldn't be upset if you didn't."

You're starting to put it together what this is about. "Steve, I know you don't want me to feel obligated, but I want to. I want to make you feel good. I think about it a lot, actually."

He shifts his hips underneath you, and you gasp quietly at the sensation, the zipper of his jeans rubbing against you through your shorts. His lips tug upward at the corner. "Yeah?"

Nodding, you kiss him slowly, like you mean it. Your hands shake slightly as you begin undoing the button of his jeans.

He lifts you slightly where you perch on his knees as he raises his hips, allowing you to help him shimmy off his jeans. His hand finds your breast through your bra, and you arch slightly into his touch. "Have you done this before?"

You shake your head, a tinge of self-consciousness blooming in your belly. You're determined not to let that stop you. Eyes meeting his, eyelashes fluttering slightly, you murmur, "Can you teach me?"

Licking his lips, he nods and leans back in, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your gaze drops to the briefs still clinging to his hips, and your breath stutters at the sight of the thick outline of him pressing through the cotton. "I've got you, honey," he says, clearly mistaking your interest for intimidation. You smile at the softness of his voice. Sometimes, you still can't believe Steve is yours, that you have the privilege of having your first sexual relationship with someone who cares so deeply for you, who always puts you first.

You climb off of him and settle between his legs, shag carpet pressing into your knees. It's not exactly comfortable, and Steve must anticipate that, because he hands you one of the pillows beside him on the couch and helps you position it between your knees and the floor. Your heart is racing now; you can feel it throbbing in your pulse point.

"You'll let me know if you start feeling uncomfortable, yeah?" he asks, and his tone is serious and soft as he strokes your hair with one hand.

When you nod, he takes your hands in his gently and pulls them to his lap. You lean forward a little, hands settling on the tops of his thighs. Thinking back on how Steve touches you when he's trying to help get you in the mood, you rub his legs lightly, across the tops of his thighs, along the more sensitive skin on the insides of each of his legs. You try to acquaint yourself with every inch of his exposed skin before moving forward, and it might feel a little silly if you couldn't feel him getting more and more relaxed under your touch.

On a whim, you close your eyes and lower your head to press a chaste kiss to the inside of his knee, and you look up at him, hooking your fingers into the band of his boxers.

He inhales sharply, lips parting slightly, and he lifts his hips again, allowing you to remove his boxers. Once they're down to his ankles with his jeans, you slide both garments all the way off his body and dump them in a heap beside you. His cock is hard and flushed, nearly brushing his stomach, and while you're nervous, you can't help but sigh a little at the sight of it. You've spent weeks daydreaming about this, and you don't know why. You don't know why you've wanted this so badly, just that you do, and now you're finally here, and you don't even know where to start.

As if reading your thoughts, Steve takes one of your hands in his and guides it to his shaft, curling your fingers and palm ever so gently around the base of it. Your fingers almost wrap all the way around him, and you feel yourself growing wetter at the sight. You're not sure if his size is average, or if he's a little on the bigger side, but you know you think he looks really good, and you know he feels really good, too. The weight of him in your hand feels natural.

You start to move your hand over him, and he hisses, then closes his hand over yours, stilling your hand. "Not so firm." His voice is low and gentle, not chastising you but guiding you instead.

Cheeks burning, you loosen your grip a little and look up at him for confirmation.

"There you go," he hums. "It's sensitive, so you have to be gentle, especially since your hand is dry." You think back on the times you've tried to masturbate when you weren't wet enough yet, and that makes sense. "Try again."

You cock your head slightly to the side and watch as he lets go of your hand, and you slowly move your fist up and down his shaft. He twitches in your hand, growing a harder from your touch, and it makes you feel something like pride. Your motion is straight up and down, which feels a little uncomfortable with the position of your elbow and wrist, so you loosen your wrist and watch his eyes as you stroke him rhythmically, tugging him slightly to the side.

He groans and leans his head back against the back of the couch, closing his eyes. "That's it, baby." His breath stutters, and he asks, "Doesn't that feel a better for your wrist?"

You hum your agreement and focus on maintaining your rhythm, leaning in a little closer. "Is it okay if I…?"

You're sure he'll make you say it out loud, but he doesn't, just nods, locking his eyes with yours. "Go ahead, honey, whenever you're ready."

After another few beats, you use your free hand to steady yourself, pressing it to his thigh and leaning your full weight into the cushion beneath your knees. Hesitantly, you lick a stripe up from the bottom of the head to the very tip, and he tenses, fingers finding the back of your head again. He's gentle, not pushing you closer but offering reassurance.

Feeling a little more confident, you take the head of him into your mouth. You read your friends' issues of Cosmo when you were younger, so you've retained some information on various blowjob techniques, but you're not sure if they're any good. When you wrap your lips around him, you attempt to hollow your cheeks and bob your head slightly, straining to look up at his face.

The hardest part seems to be the multitasking. You're still trying to work his shaft with your hand as you suck on the head, and when you try too hard to look at his face, too, you can feel your mouth filling with saliva. You try to swallow around him but struggle a bit, so you pull your mouth off of him with a pop and then swallow.

"Is that okay?" you ask, voice small, leaning back just a little to see him better.

His lips are red from biting them, and he nods, voice hoarse when he says, "Yeah, baby, you're doing so good."

Once you feel ready, you lean back in and wrap your lips around him again, and he inhales sharply when your back teeth graze the head. You pull away quickly. "I'm so sorry," you say quickly, mortified. You don't know much, but you do know you probably weren't supposed to do that.

"It's okay, it's okay," he insists. "Just gotta be careful with the teeth. You'll get it."

You frown a little and look at the head of him again, steeling yourself. When you take him into your mouth again, you take extra care to suck in your cheeks and open wide enough to keep from touching him with your teeth. After a few moments of practicing with the head, you swirl your tongue around the tip, and his hips stutter. You feel rather than see him grip the edge of the cushion, and his brow furrows.

"Oh, honey," he groans. "That feels so good."

After a few moments of licking different patterns on the tip, noting the reactions they draw from him, you begin bobbing your head a little further down, taking more and more of him with each movement. Soon, your lips are connecting with your hand, where you're stroking his shaft, and you focus on trying to get low enough that your fist only covers the base.

The first time he touches the back of your throat, you gag and pull away abruptly. Steve laughs lightly while you catch your breath, and he strokes your cheek, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," you reply, sounding a little strangled.

While you're looking up at him, you realize he's not looking at you like someone who just choked on his cock, or even like someone who's blowing him at all. Steve looks at you like you're the most important thing in the world.

Like he's in love with you.

"You don't have to take it all," he says encouragingly. "It's hard to do if you have a sensitive gag reflex."

"No, I'm doing it."

He laughs at your stubborn attitude, watching as you wrap your hand around him again. His eyes crinkle in the corners, and your heart swells with fondness.

"If you insist, baby, just don't hurt yourself. If you can't, you can still use your hand to cover the rest. Try to focus on breathing slow and deep through your nose. That should help."

You nod and roll your shoulders and neck, preparing to get back in the saddle. When you take him into your mouth again, you do like he said, and you focus more on your breathing than on fisting his cock with your hand. You'd like to do it all, but you remind yourself that you're just learning and maybe it's better to start with the basics and then do the extra stuff.

This time, when he nudges the back of your throat, you feel the urge to gag, but you stop yourself just in time, gripping his thigh with your hand.

"Oh my god," he groans, hand weaving into the hair at the nape of your neck. "That's it, baby. Keep going."

Before long, your nose is pressing into his pubic bone, and you're taking all of him in your mouth, all the way to the base. Your jaw is sore, but you don't care, because he's making such pretty sounds. When it becomes too much to handle, you pull back to just the tip and swirl your tongue around him, and his hips jerk forward at the sensation. He murmurs sweet nothings, tells you how well you're doing, how good you feel. And when you work your way back to taking him to the hilt, he whimpers.

Pressing your thighs together to alleviate the ache, you begin bobbing your head with more fervor. You're not sure you've ever been so wet in your life, and you want him so badly it feels like you might die. You want to make him cum with your mouth, but you want him inside you, too, and you're overwhelmed by a resounding chorus of need need need inside your mind.

"Baby, babe," he babbles, and when you meet his eyes, he looks like overtaken by pleasure. You can feel the desperation behind his gaze. "I'm - I'm so close."

You moan around his cock, squeezing your thighs together again. You're absolutely soaked. He's never sounded so good as he does right now, and then he says your name like it's both a plea and a prayer.

You can't take it anymore. You pick up the pace, and it hurts - oh, God, your jaw aches - but you don't care.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, and you've never heard some sound so feverish. "Baby, I'm—Please. Need to feel you."

Your head swims with desire. You've never heard Steve beg before. How are you supposed to cope with that?

You pull off of him, panting, eyes watering with exertion, and Steve hauls you to your feet, looking to you for permission to remove your shorts. When he unzips them, they drop to your ankles, and you step out of them easily. He pulls you onto his lap, and you're on his mouth just as quickly, kissing him breathless.

His cock nudges against your underwear, and you sigh, rolling your hips against his.

"Can I—" He licks his lips, and when you look into his eyes, you can see he's feeling just as self-conscious as you did earlier. Butterflies explode in your stomach, and you take his face in your hands. You don't know what he's asking, and you wait for him to try again. Finally, he chokes out, "I wanna show you how much I love you - please."

You don't need to hear anymore. You don't know exactly what he wants, but you don't think you need to. There are a lot of things left for Steve to teach you, but trust isn't one of them. You know Steve will take care of you, will be gentle where he needs to be. So you kiss him softly, nod against his forehead. And when he stands, panting, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you to bed.

[j-richmond]

I used to be a teacher. What I learned is that most people do not understood much the US standard of education has deteriorated over the last 2 decades. Adults already outside the education system assume it still is providing the education they received. Younger people still in the system, or recently out of it, don't know what they're not getting. A LOT of them suspect, and try to self educate.

To be clear, education has always been mediocre in the US. It varies from place to place, classroom to classroom, and we've had decades of better or worse approaches that produced mediocre results. But at least those results WERE mediocre. A LOT of people got left behind, but at least the majority got enough of an education to serve them well enough. That's not great, but it is so much better than the state of things now.

People are coming out of our education systems unable to read at alarming rate. Or barely able to read. Barely able to spell. Barely able to do math. Ignorant of science. History. Politics. Basic social functions. Basic health education. This isn't because these people are stupid. The education system has complely failed them.

Young people very often recognize that something is wrong and try to self educate, but the resources for this have been poisoned. YouTube and tiktok are cesspools of misinformation, propaganda and just absolute bullshit.

And then chatgpt.

For those who want to self educate, chatgpt promises to be a perfect tool. It's fast, easy to use and is widely hailed as perfect technology. The propaganda surrounding it is impenetrable. The pressure to use it massive. It's everywhere. Everyone talks about it. Everything is powered by it, or some similar AI. You might as well use it. Everyone uses it.

Not every young person who has been completely failed by our educational system is interested in self education. So for them chatgpt is just an "easy button." A "find things out and get things done" button. These people aren't dumb. They've been given a button thst they've been told is both a short cut and cheat code, and as far as they know it works. They dont understand what it is. Not because they're dumb, but because the entire world spends every day lying to them sbout it .

What does our society look like when the educational system fails multiple generations? Well, we can see that right now. People try to educate themselves. Unfortunately, predators know this. So our easy sources of self education (YouTube, tiktok, social media, TV) are flooded with purposeful misinformation, propaganda and grooming.

This is intentional. Powerful people and corporations have spent our entire lives trying to dismantle the education system so that we'll be vulnerable to their misinformation, propaganda and grooming.

And now chatgpt.

A misinformation machine. A cheat code that anyone can access for free. A trap that you can't help falling into because all safety rails have been stripped away, and everything in our lives has funneled us to this exact spot.

What does our world look like when the main source of knowledge and expertise is chatgpt? We're already on this track, and already seeing the results. The purposeful and willful destruction of our education system brought us here. It matters lot more than most prolke think, and it's already effecting every part of our lives.

What does tge world look like with an entire generation who have grown up with chatgpt and use it in every aspect of their lives?

"i don't care if they make their whole way though uni with chatgpt" i think you guys are so internetpilled that you have forgotten there are actual jobs out there that require people to know what they are doing in any way possible or else people die

[ashwhowrites]

oops sorryyyy!!! i meant to say tsundere on my last eddie request this is what it means!!

A "tsundere" is a character archetype, often seen in anime and manga, that initially appears harsh and cold, but gradually reveals a softer, more affectionate side towards a love interest.

anywaysss you could make the story up for the fic!! but could you make eddie a tsundere typa character? thank you talented!!!💕

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️ I hope I did the character archetype correctly 🤞🏻

Hate the world, not her

Eddie groaned as Wayne knocked on his door for school.

"I'M UP!" Eddie yelled as he rolled out of bed. He woke up with a snarl and it never went away. He was positive he slept with a snarl. He didn't see the special joys in life that people raved about. He had guys he hung out with at school and his band. But he'd survive if he never saw any of them again.

The day was going by and Eddie was ready to end the day with a joint and bed. He sat at the lunch table, his ears grinding as he listened to everyone talk at once. He dug into his snacks as he looked at his watch.

"So, Eddie! Lucas has a basketball game tonight, want to come with us?" Dustin asked as he looked towards Eddie.

Eddie gave him a glare, scoffing as he said, "Why the hell would I want to do that?"

"Well, it's a big game, and he's part of Hellfire," Dustin explained but shrunk in his seat as Eddie's glare held heat. "And something about supporting?"

"LISTEN UP!" he yelled as he slammed the table. The table all went silent as they looked at him. "I want to make this perfectly clear," he said as he looked around the table at everyone, "I don't care about anyone's personal life. I don't care about your interests or what sports you play. I don't give a fucking shit about anything, got that?"

The table nodded in unison and awkwardly went back to eating their lunch. Dustin kept his eyes on his tray, terrified to look in Eddie's direction.

~~~

"I don't see why you bother with that guy. He's an ass and hates everything," Steve complained as he stocked the movie shelves.

"He's cool! He's a rockstar! He is an amazing campaign master," Dustin shrugged. "He's very rough on the edges but maybe he's soft on the inside."

"Yeah right," Steve scoffed. "I think he's rough on the outside and the inside."

"Everyone deserves friends. I don't want him to be lonely."

"I get that you are a sweet kid and want to help. But some people are happier on their own. I don't think he's looking for friends."

Dustin sighed but accepted that Eddie wasn't the type to create friendships. He was a loner and that's who he was.

~~~

Y/N rushed through the bar, trying to serve everyone at once. She made it to the end and noticed a familiar face.

"The usual?" She asked as he looked up. He didn't offer a smile or a greeting, he never did. He gave her a small nod and she made his drink, handing it over.

She had no idea who he was, but he came every day and ordered the same thing. She noticed how attractive he was on the first day, but she also noticed his broody exterior. He tipped well, but never spoke a word. For some reason, the harshness and cold vibe he gave off made her like him more.

He finished his drink, her cue to hand him the bill. She brought it over with a smile, leaning over the bar.

"Do you have a girlfriend or anything?" She asked. He kept his head down as he fished out bills from his wallet. He collected the bills and tossed them on the bar top.

"Nope," he said. He kept it short as he walked off and out the door.

She collected his money, a challenging idea in her mind.

~~~

As every day went by, she asked him a question. Slowly opening him up and cracking down his walls. At first, it bothered him, sighing as she would ask something he didn't care to answer.

But then as time went on, he found himself cracking smiles in between. And slowly he wasn't annoyed by it. He realized no one ever cared to ask about him or get to know him. It felt nice to see someone smile when they saw him and wanted to talk to him. He was surprised to find himself interested in her. He wanted to know about her life and what things she liked to enjoy. He wasn't sure why things were different with her, but he didn't mind.

After a year, Y/N was able to crack him to her final question.

Eddie whistled to himself as he walked into the bar. A familiar warm feeling spread through his body as he saw her.

"Hello," he greeted. She smiled at his voice. It was a simple greeting, one he gave every day for the last month. But greeting her was a huge improvement from before. He made sure to say the first word every time. In his book, she was damn special.

He gave her a small smile as she handed over his drink. She felt nervous as she leaned over the bar to ask her question.

"Alright stranger, I've got my question!"

Eddie nodded as she danced on her feet. He slowly worked on his drink, another thing he found himself doing. He wasn't in a rush to leave.

"Let's hear it,"

"Would you want to get a drink sometime together, like a date?" She was nervous, and she wasn't positive if he'd say yes or not. He's made great progress with her but she wasn't sure if this was crossing a boundary.

Eddie thought about it. A part of him wanted to say no and keep his personal life under his control. He didn't like to see people during his free time but her presence wasn't too bad.

He was a little stiff as he nodded, "Yeah, sure."

He didn't look over the moon, but she also knew he wasn't going to show much reaction. He didn't blow her off and that was a win.

~~~

The first date went great and many more dates followed. Eddie became a whole different person with her. He smiled and laughed more than he ever did in his life.

He didn't tell anyone about her. It wasn't that he wanted to be secretive, but he enjoyed how fresh she made his life feel. Running to her was a break from his life, and he wasn't sure if it would feel the same if everything combined.

Eddie hasn't seen Dustin around much since he finished school, but the young boy didn't give up. Dustin still didn't want Eddie to be alone, and he was clueless that he had a girlfriend.

He biked to the trailer, throwing it to the ground as he walked to the door, but stopped when he heard screams coming from the back. He was scared as he slowly walked around, but a deep laugh followed the scream.

Dustin froze as he saw Eddie and a girl lying on a blanket. Dustin was shocked to see Eddie soaking in the sun, but even more shocked to see this girl pressed up against him. For as long as Dustin knew Eddie, he didn't let anyone get close to him, let alone touch him.

Y/N smiled as she ran her fingers around Eddie's curls. His eyes scrunched as he looked at her with the sun right behind her. They had been out there for a few hours, enjoying the sun and the occasional sprinkler that went off at random times ever since Eddie ran it over.

Dustin watched as Eddie reached up to bring the girl's head down to his and kissed her. Dustin was sure a few bugs flew into his open mouth.

Y/N pulled away, looking around as she felt like someone was watching. She screamed in fear as she noticed someone spying on them from the corner of the trailer.

Eddie quickly jumped up, in defensive mode, as he looked to see what scared her. He sighed as he noticed the boy.

"Dustin, did I invite you to my home?" Eddie growled as he stood up.

Dustin shook his head no, in fear as Eddie began walking over to him.

"Good, so why are you here?" He asked as he crossed his arms. Dustin noticed the lip gloss on his lips but refused to say anything. His hair and tank top were soaked, even though Dustin didn't see anything to cause it.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. But," Dustin lowered his voice as he stepped closer, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"You don't need to know anything about my personal life, remember?" Eddie snapped.

Dustin was curious if he had any other tone. He always sounded annoyed and harsh. Dustin nodded, Eddie told him all that before, but he thought that after so many months, he might have opened up. Which he might have done, just with someone else.

Y/N could see how tense the boys were. She walked over and tried to ease the tension. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, Dustin was just leaving," Eddie said dismissively. He gave Dustin a look, forcing him to agree.

"Yeah, I'm Dustin, and you are?" He had manners, and he was taught to use them. Eddie growled from his spot but Y/N ignored him.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, are you a...friend of Eddie's?" Y/N knew Eddie didn't have friends, but she could also tell they knew each other somehow.

"Yes, but I'll leave you guys to the sunny day! Bye!"

Y/N offered a smile as Eddie grabbed her hand and walked them back to their blanket spot. Dustin couldn't help but watch. Eddie seemed relaxed around her. His body wasn't so tense. They got back on their blanket, and Dustin noticed how Eddie immediately pulled her into him.

Since when was Eddie so touchy?

~~~

That wasn't the last time Dustin saw them. He ran into them at an ice cream shop. Steve and Dustin were lost in a conversation when Dustin looked past Steve. He noticed the broody figure and the sunshine of a girl next to him. Eddie had his arm thrown over her shoulder as she ordered their ice cream. Eddie was silent, his usual grumpy exterior.

As they made it to a table with their ice cream, Dustin couldn't help but watch. Steve noticed he wasn't paying attention, turning around to see what was so eye-catching.

Dustin was surprised to see Y/N feeding Eddie the ice cream, bringing the spoon to his lips.

"Since when did he have a girlfriend?" Steve asked, "and how?"

"No idea. But when I went to his trailer a few weeks ago, I met her! And he's like a different person with her."

"Happens when you're in love, kid. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse," Steve explained. "But seriously, he hates the world and he gets a girlfriend? What am I doing wrong?"

Dustin rolled his eyes, "Not everything is about you, Steve."

Y/N smiled as Eddie brought the spoon to her lips, but it landed on her nose instead. She should have known his big smile was malicious. He laughed as it dropped on the table and she couldn't help but smile from it.

"You're an ass!" She joked as she wiped off her nose. Eddie laughed but moved to sit next to her.

"I'm sorry, sweets," he said as he pressed a cold kiss to her cheek.

~~~

"Wayne needs a refill for his coffee beans," Eddie remembered out loud as he walked down the grocery aisles. Y/N nodded as she pushed the cart, keeping an eye on the shelves.

"Excuse me, could you grab that for me?" A lady asked Eddie as she pointed to the touch shelf.

Eddie took a few steps away as she practically stepped on his shoes. He planned to pretend he didn't hear her, but he felt the cart being shoved into his leg.

He looked at Y/N, and she gave him a look. He sighed as he reached up and grabbed the small box, and handed it to the lady.

"Thank you, you lovely boy!" She slowly walked away, not noticing Eddie rolling his eyes.

"It wasn't that bad," Y/N smiled as she rubbed Eddie's arm. "See,, doesn't it feel nice to help someone?"

Eddie laughed at the question, "I couldn't care less about helping anyone."

But within the same breath as that sentence, he was reaching up to grab a box he knew they needed. He handed it to her with a smile.

"I care about helping you though," he patted her head as he tossed the box in the cart.

She rolled her eyes, once again using the cart to jab him.

~~~

"Do you know why you hate everything so much?" Y/N questioned as her head rested on Eddie's chest.

He shrugged, playing with her hair as he looked at his ceiling. "Not the best childhood, made me see how different I was from everyone and how much they didn't like me for it. It was easier to feel nothing than to allow myself to be hurt. I'm perfectly fine on my own, and I usually like it that way. You're just an exception."

She smiled, leaning up to press her lips against his. Her heart hurt for his younger self, but she was glad she was there now.

He hated people, hated most of the world, but he loved the parts of his life that she was in.

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[grim-reapers-wife]

Glasses (Katsuki x fem reader)

Summary: Every time Katsuki wears his glasses you get horny. ____________________________________________ 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

Katsuki noticed something very interesting...

Every time he comes home wearing his glasses you jump him like a cat in heat. All throughout high school he wore contacts and hid it from everyone.

Once you found out, you started encouraging him to wear his glasses. It started just around the house, then it progressed to occasionally on dates, and now when he has to stay at the office at his hero agency, he wears them.

It started out subtle. While eating dinner, your leg tracing his, an extra look or two. Then it was complimenting him and feeling him up.

He didn’t notice what the extra drive was at first, he just accepted his girl's attention.

"You look hot today, Suki." You say as you wrap your arms around him from behind while he's cooking. "Thanks, sweetheart." He stops stirring whatever he's cooking. "Why don't we go up to our room, hmm?" You give him a very obvious look. "Fuck the food, we'll order take out." He scoops you up in his arms age carries you to y'alls shared room.

The next time he stays home for paper work he kept his glasses on per usual. He was half laying/half sitting on the couch when you came over and plopped yourself in his lap.

"Hey gorgeous." His hands hold your hips. "Hey Suki." You grind your hips on him. "Missed you today." You feel him start to get hard under you. "Can tell." Everything gets heated and suddenly he's buried in your warmth while your riding him.

"God baby, slow down." He ruts up into you. "Can't help it, you look so good!"

The next time it happens is when he starts catching on. He's barely through the door and you're already on your knees clawing at his pants. "Woah woah, baby, hold on a sec." You get his belt undone "Off."

He runs his hands through your hair. "What's this all about, ha? You' been real horny here recently." "Just love you s'all." He doesn't question it anymore when his girl starts sucking him off.

It's the next week and he's wearing his glasses on his day off. Just like clockwork you notice his glasses and clench your thighs together.

"You okay, gorgeous? Y'Look constipated." He rubs your thigh. "That is the most unsexy thing you could've said." You scoot closer to him. "I dunno you just look really good."

He snorts and pushes his glasses up on his nose. "I'm wearing sweat pants, no shirt, and don't have my contacts in. I think yer seein' something, love."

"I think your glasses are hot" The last part comes out so quietly that only you understood it. "What was that?" He pulls you into his lap so you're facing him. "I think your glasses are hot. It kinda turns me on."

He starts cackling. "Don't laugh, I mean it!" "I KNEW it!" You slap his chest playfully. Do my glasses really turn you on, baby?"

"Well yeah, it's you, and I love you. I don't know, It's stupid I know." You look anywhere but at him.

"Na baby" He turns your face to him. "I'mma start wearing 'em more. Made me feel all good 'n shit with this extra attention." kiss "I might stop wearing contacts all together" kiss "Maybe I should repay you for all the love you been showin' me, huh?" kiss

"You mean it? You're gonna start wearin' 'em?" "Course baby, I ain't gonna lie to you. I'll wear 'em if you like 'em that much." His hands trail down your sides and trace up under your shirt.

"Lemme make it up to you baby. Gotta repay you for all that lovin'."

And boy does he. ____________________________________________ 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

Notes: Thanks for reading! This was super cute and a little spicy 🤤✋ Requests are open so go ahead and send in those requests! I don't judge. Byeee.

[kirietown]

Rag Doll Dance

Pairing: robert “bob” reynolds x f!reader

Summary: the thunderbolts never came; and instead earth’s mightiest hero is entered into a rag doll dance with a psychologist who’d do anything to see valentina squirm.

Content: manipulative reader, seriously reader is a bad person, smut, cream pie, vaginal fingering, unethical reader, thunderbolts spoilers sorta? this is an AU, very minor mention of past drug use

18+

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: im considering a part two if people show interest!

Valentina’s instructions were clear; do not make physical contact, and do not give him your name. As far as he knew, you were the psychologist, and that was all you would ever be. 

You didn’t anticipate that you’d break rule one by the end of this session, and rule two soon after that.

”Hello Sentry,” you said after you walked into his room and shut the door behind you. The space was warmly lit, under your own suggestion as it would provide him with a sense of calm. Early scans prior during his trial phase suggested that cooler colours tended to act as stressors. The room, his room, although plain in its features provided security with the thought put into its simplistic design. 

He sat up straight upon your greeting, unmasked curiosity graced his features. You took a moment to assess him; plain face, messy brown hair, yet a sense of wonderment that seemed to elevate him. He was nothing special, yet something about him softened you, though only a bit. 

“You can call me Bob,” he said quietly. “Sentry… I don’t think it quite fits yet. What’s your name?” 

You ignore his question. 

“Why do you say that?” You move closer, and took a seat across from him. He stiffened and moved his back more firmly against the headboard of his bed. You noticed the tremor in his fingers, and relaxed your own posture, hoping to ease his nerves. 

You knew his name already, you knew everything about him. You had watched his pre-screening tapes, and followed along with his trial updates. However, to Bob, you were someone new sent to speak to him. 

“Well,” he chuckled and tilted his head sheepishly. “Hearing it sometimes, it feels like someone’s trying to put me into a suit that’s just a little too big around the shoulders.” He spoke softly, though firmly as though you couldn’t convince him otherwise.

You don’t try to.

”Only sometimes?” 

“Other times… I feel on top of the world, and it fits me just right. But right now, I think I’m just… Bob. Who are you?” The question at the end came quickly, and you barely had time to process it before his apologies came out in a flurry. “Or you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I— I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be pushy… I’m no good at these sort of things.” 

You smile tenderly before you reply, “you can just call me the psychologist. It’s what I prefer; it’s like my own superhero title, don’t you think? I can call you Bob if that’s what makes you comfortable. But just know that Sentry fits you just right, at least in my opinion.” 

He blushes, and once again tilted his head at that awkward angle like a child in an old painting. You do your best to hide your satisfaction. 

“So you’re like my shrink?” 

“Psychologist,” you replied.

”Sorry, sorry,” he said. “I told you I’m no good at this.” 

“What is it you’re not good at, Bob?” You said his name carefully, and noticed the shiver it sent down his spine. He was truly an open book, it was endearing in a way, though it didn’t charm you. You were interested in him the way you were interested in playing with rag dolls as a child. Could you force him to dance? Could he learn to make himself uncomfortable for you?

“People,” he said. “I guess I’ve never been too good with that. It’s hard, no one ever really talked to each other in my house growing up. It was always yelling. But I’m guessing you already knew that, didn’t you?” You barely noticed that he moved closer. You held your breath as you realized he now sat at the edge of his bed. His wavy hair obscured the corners of his eyes as he lowered his head down. You knew if you looked down, his feet would be nearly touching yours now. 

You remained still. 

“I did know,” you make sure not to deny the truth. “But I think it’s better to hear it from you than from a file. After all, I’m here to help you.”

”I don’t think I can be helped… I think I’m a lost cause, I’m no good.” He said this with certainty, as though he knew the truth. You pretended you couldn’t see the lights flickering. You pretended you can’t see his hand on his thigh, twitching, fumbling against his pants as though begging to be held. 

“You talk as if you know that to be certain,” you replied. “I don’t think you’re a lost cause; lost, yes, but I think you’ll find your way. You just have to open up, we can figure out who you are together.” You spoke softly, and noted his heavy breathing. He stilled, as though deep in thought before he replied. 

“I’ve hurt people,” he said. “I’m scared it’ll happen again, and I won’t remember any of it.” He wrapped his arms around himself, as if in need of protection. “I don’t know you, but I feel like if I hurt you I wouldn’t be able to live with it.” 

You decide on a new approach, it’s reckless, and you’re thankful Valentina listened to your request to remove any audio or cameras from this room (you double checked with your guy in IT to confirm this). 

“You may just hurt me,” you said. He turned his head up in shock and met your gaze. “But I know what I signed up for. I won’t give up on you out of fear, nor do I care to make false promises about my safety when it’ll be your choice in the end. I’m not here to lie to you Bob, I’m here to support you.” 

His baby blues continued to stare into your own eyes, his pupils impossibly small and it felt as though you were staring into the ocean. Could eyes really be that deep? Was it a result of the trials? Regardless, you chose to go against your own better judgement, and take his hand in yours. 

As the author, I cannot tell you what the void showed you in those brief moments, but I can tell you that you felt a familiar pain, heard a voice from your past, and relived an experience that was most frightening. 

When you were back in the room, you still gripped onto Bob’s hand. Tightly, securely, and rubbed your thumb onto the back of his palm. 

“Like I said,” you spoke calmly, and it was a wonder how you didn’t spill your lunch onto the floor. Your stomach was queasy, your brain a mess from the void. “I’m not going anywhere.” He looked at you, really looked at you for a few moments, as though in shock that you didn’t pull away in disgust or anger. He squeezed your hand as though to make sure you were still there and it wasn’t all in his imagination. 

“You name,” he said. “I heard it.” He whispered it— sounding out the syllables, as though it were a blessing. It left you stunned for a moment, realizing he had seen your worst fear; the deepest part of you. He said your name again, softly, before he collapsed into your arms. His knees hit against the floor, though you suspected he felt no pain. 

You caressed his locks as he wept into your lap, his arms encircled around your waist reminding you of a shackle chaining you to the floor. 

…

Valentina appeared to be quite impressed by the improvements to Bob’s mood since your first session. Over time, as you continued to visit, she noted more focus during his endurance training amongst other aspects related to his powers. She encouraged the sessions turn into a daily occurrence, and you obliged. 

You walked in, only to be smothered in a hug as soon as the door shut behind you. You were taken aback, though unsurprised as you noted his affections had increased over the course of your time with him. It had started as merely reaching out his hand to grasp yours, which you typically didn’t entertain but after a talk with Valentina after you confessed the events of the first session, she encouraged that you explore his limits together. It was strange of her, though at the time you could only nod your head as she was in charge. It infuriated you,— you had the suspicions from the very beginning that this was all some sort of puppet show to her where she could string you along however she liked.

You snapped out of your thoughts as he breathed in the scent of your hair, and held you close to him. “I missed you,” he said. His warm breath fanned across your cheek and sent a shiver down your spine, and much to your shock he held you even tighter. 

You pushed his chest away softly. “I apologize,” you said. “I realized I had to take some of my PTO, so that was why I missed these last three days. I wasn’t able to warn you in advance.” Your words were true, though you had plenty of time to warn him, you chose not to because you wanted to test the level of co-dependency he’d built up.

It was Valentina’s suggestion, unfortunately; upon reading your sessional notes, she realized he harboured some sort of deep attachment to you personally much to your bemusement. What he lacked was control, an anchor able to tie him down and have him committed to Valentina.

It had been the plan all along, and you were young, attractive, and seemingly loyal enough to Valentina to be selected. 

Valentina of course did not share this with you, rather your own sleuthing skills led you to this conclusion. Her plan would backfire eventually, but for now you’d entertain her— as well as yourself. 

“I thought you left me,” he said softly. “I was worried I scared you.” You furrowed your brows in confusion for a moment, until you recalled that your last session with him had ended abruptly. Bob had been in a poor mood, his finger tips had been blackening. You couldn’t be bothered to deal with a potential Void outbreak, not when you were so close to clocking out. You had made some sort of excuse, and left quickly, hoping that no one would have to die that night. 

Luckily— for the world, it seemed Bob had sunk into a state of worry rather than depression in your absence. You mentally cursed yourself for your own selfishness at the realization you could have almost caused a potential apocalypse because you didn’t want to miss the new seasonal premier of your favourite show. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “My mother… She’s been sick lately.” Your mother was fine, however you knew the concept of a mother in need would trigger his forgiveness far better than any other excuse.

”Is she okay?” He asked worriedly. You felt a twinge of guilt at your own deception, but it quickly disappeared once you realized he’d taken the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, tenderly, as though you were a couple. 

It annoyed some deep part of you, though you weren’t too sure why. Was it your code of ethics? It wasn’t as though you lived by the rules, in fact your lack of morals was likely why Valentina was so fond of you. 

“She’s fine now,” you finally replied. “I spent most of my time off taking care of her; she’s always been a real fighter.” The lies came out so naturally, you hardly even realized. The truth was you spent your PTO watching re-runs of your favourite shows, and trying to make dinner plans with some of your friends (which kept falling through). 

“You’re amazing,” he said. His hands moved to cup your cheek. You’re stunned, as once again, this was quite a new development. You chose to lean into his touch anyway. 

“You flatter me,” you replied softly. You make sure your lips brush against his palm and you feel him shiver again. He truly was an open book, it was marvellous. 

He stepped back for a moment as though suddenly aware of himself. You feel cold where his hands had been holding you, and you make effort to show sadness on your face at his sudden lack of contact. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes refused to look at you. Instead they’re trained on the floor, his fingers grasped onto the bottom of his pyjama shirt. “I shouldn’t touch you like that… It’s not right, I- I don’t wanna take advantage of you…” 

For a moment you freeze, as it took every cell in your body not to laugh at his words. To you, he was the bird in the cage; vulnerable, and perhaps injured in a sense. Did he not realize? You ignored the way his tone made your heart shrink in itself. You buried the feeling deep inside you as you didn’t want to dwell on the fact that perhaps his continuous insecurities bothered you. He softened you, though you would never admit to that. 

“Are you forgetting I’m the psychologist here?” You said as you took a step forward and placed your palm over his chest. You could feel the hardness of his muscles, and felt your thighs tighten a bit at that sensation. Instead, you focused on the drumming of his heart, it beat so loud you could visibly see your hand quake on his chest. 

“I could hurt you,” he replied. You know he can. You sense the way he held back, his hands pressed into fists at his sides. But you have always been curious, and perhaps that was your worst trait (though you had many). 

“What if I want you to?” Your other hand trailed up his shoulder, finding its way curled into his locks as you gently brought him closer to you. 

Suddenly you were once in the middle of the room, and now against a wall. You hardly had time to react due to the speed and because of the fact his lips were pressed against yours hungrily. Slowly, you regained your senses and kissed back, your tongue snaking into his mouth and swirling against his. Moans escaped your mouth as his hands moved against your body, squeezing your hips and ripping your coat off without any regard. 

In another moment, you found your back pressed against his bed. Your legs dangling over the side, with Bob pressed firmly in between them. You wrapped them tightly around his hips and felt an unmistakable hardness digging into your thighs. 

His lips were still against yours, barely giving you any room to breathe until you felt the cold air of the room reach your chest. He had torn off your bra and shirt completely and moved his mouth to latch onto your nipple. 

You breathed shallowly, gulping as much air as you could. You moved your arm to caress his hair as he continued to toy with your breasts, his mouth on one and his hand on the other. Your senses were distorted, it felt as though he was everywhere and yet nowhere. He moved so quickly, you barely had any time to register that his other hand had found its way under your skirt. He toyed with your clit to which you cried before he plunged into you. His fingers jerking rapidly, sending another cry out of your throat.

”You’re so fucking wet,” he said after he’d removed his mouth from your nipple with a pop. “Fuck,” he continued, laying his head against your chest as he inserted another finger into you. “You’re so tight… How are you so tight?” He asked as though curious, he took his other hand and wrapped it around your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. Your own eyes widened in return, noting the gold accents that obscured the once baby blues. 

You barely had time to acknowledge the change, when he hit a spot deep in you that it caused you to screech embarrassingly loud. You determined that no one outside the room entered because they likely assumed you were being brutally murdered. 

“Please,” you mumbled. His fingers tightened around your chin, staring into your eyes as he hitched his fingers again, hitting that spot repeatedly. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, though it was hard because his hand forced your lips into a pout. You weren’t sure when the tears came, but you could feel the wetness trail down your cheeks. Regardless he didn’t stop he brutalization of your pussy, nor did he look away from you for a moment. 

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum,” he said— and you did. You cried silently as you felt the build up in your tummy subside, as the pressure exploded and left a mess all over the sheets. It was only then that he pulled his fingers out, and you watched as he brought them to his lips and sucked. 

You shut your eyes, opening them again at the feeling of rustling fabric. Bob ungracefully removed his shirt and tossed it toward some far corner of the room. You admired the contours of his chest, gliding your fingers over his abs in wonderment at how such a physique could exist. 

He shut his eyes for a moment, taking in the sensation of your hands before he loosened the ties of his pyjama pants and pushed the fabric down alongside his boxers to reveal his cock. You felt your hole clench at the size, unsure if you could take it after his fingers had left you sore. 

Regardless, on instinct your body pushed closer to the edge of the bed. Your legs wrapped tighter as he pushed his cockhead into you. It stung for a moment, and you hissed softly— he paused, and leaned over you. His lips caught yours in a gentle kiss, so very unlike the one before, and slowly shoved himself into you inch by inch. 

“You’re taking me so well,” he said. He propped himself on his elbow to see you. His hair curtained his face, and you leaned up to push it back, the sweat allowing it to stay in place. He pressed his forehead against yours, as he continued to rock into you. Soft moans filled the room from you both as his hips continued to pound into you. 

“I dreamt about this,” he whispered. His speed hurried, and you could tell he was chasing his end. “I swear I’m not a pervert,” he choked. “But I knew I wanted to be inside you since the moment I met you,” you gasped at his words— not at the sentiments, but at the filth of it. It caused you to tighten around his cock, a shudder went through him as he continued to fuck into you faster. 

“Fuck,” he said. “You’re practically sucking me in. You wanted this too, didn’t you? Wanted me to mmm— fill you up like this?” You only moan in reply, feeling that familiar build up in your gut, your end soon approaching once more. 

He quickened his thrusts. “I love you,” he choked out, whimpering against your cheek. You ignore these words, you tell yourself they mean nothing to you. You tell yourself the fuzzy feeling in your chest is from the orgasm fast approaching you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he babbled continuously. He repeated your name softly, like a prayer before he shifted to grip your hips and lifted your right leg up. The new angle allowed him to plunge deeper into you and you let out a soft moan as you felt your stomach burst. He fucked you through your orgasm aggressively and likely as hard as he could without killing you. 

His own soon approached, you felt his hips still as a sudden flood of liquid filled inside you. Warm, and impossibly full. He laid on top of you for a moment, and you swear he mumbled: “… way better than meth.” 

As you laid underneath his body, his cock still snug inside you, you felt a sense of dread crush your spirit. It was ironic that inside the room he couldn’t leave, that you felt trapped in his arms. Especially as you focused on the ceiling, and noted the black spiralling shadows that danced across the once warm orange accents. 

I’ve made a terrible mistake, you thought to yourself, and as if somehow sensing your hesitancy, you felt Bob pull you impossibly closer. 

[britcision]

Okay so this is also actually super interesting for chemistry reasons too and historical reasons so like, nerd hats on

1) we have evidence of silver mining around 5000 years ago, in 3000BCE, but some suggestions that it might go back up to 1000 years earlier

Take a moment and do some math and think about what has happened in the latest 1/3 of your life. That’s our vampire’s issue

2) silver is actually scientifically interesting for a number of reasons, but our MAIN problem for our erstwhile vampire is… it’s relatively common

It’s the 68th most abundant element in the earth’s crust, according to Berkley

(Most of that is found as compounds with other minerals, but you do just get pure silver hanging out on its own)

You don’t tend to find huge deposits and a lot of it is often found as byproducts of something else, or alongside other mineable metals like copper and lead, but the issue here is that you can’t just Buy The Silver Mine

You have to Buy All The Mines, because you can’t predict where the silver comes from - and you don’t know you have to look for it until you’ve already found it, so a single vampire is very limited by the area they can affect

(Especially pre-tech)

But. A society of vampires, possibly hive mind style, could mobilise EXTREMELY quickly, around the world, once they know that silver is a threat

Vampires have to take over ALL the mining, because silver’s a nasty little slut that slips in everywhere and sometimes just washes up in rivers

And, well, having dominion over all that occurs deep in the bowels of the earth already works great for creatures who must avoid sunlight

But here we get to point three!

3) silver has another extremely valuable trait: it’s naturally antibacterial

The reason cutlery is also called “silverware” is because before we got real good at soap, making your utensils out of silver meant you were less likely to get sick and die since it was semi-self cleaning

Silver has been used for wound cleaning and water purification for centuries at this stage, in one form or another

(Apparently we still just deadass don’t know exactly how this works but it kills us way less than it kills bacteria so we just use it)

(They are studying this it just doesn’t seem to have reached a definitive conclusion yet)

This is also why silver is said to kill supernatural beings! Because it destroys bad things on contact, literally

(Vampires as big bacteria yes please)

Garlic is also antibacterial

But people have known for a very long time that silver in some way will protect you from harm, even if that harm was only vaguely defined

So if the vampires are late to ANY of the parties and locals of the area were already working out that silver made their water safer…

There will be legends and scraps of lore left behind, stories of a mystical substance that was taken away by the vampires, snackos for our protagonists to cling to

Because see, there is another direct consequence of silver being removed from history because of this property:

Lifespans will be significantly shorter

People will not have one of the most basic safeguards from disease we have ever accidentally stumbled across

Now, copper is also antimicrobial, and has also been used for things like water treatment for a very long time too… but copper mining is actually one of the more common ways that silver is discovered

They go together, so to control the silver, the vampires Must control the copper

And how much testing are they willing to do? Do they share all the metals except the silver?

(Is copper, which is indeed still antimicrobial, also toxic to vampires, but to a lesser extent?)

And that’s where we get into how quickly vampires could “remove” knowledge of silver mining from a population; less old people around to tell the story works well for them, so we can put an upper limit on lifespans as low as 30

Illnesses would also be more common in areas that offended the vampires, causing them to withhold copper… or get nasty and replace it with lead, which is also poisonous to humans

The cultural implications of displeasing the vampires skyrocket from “they will murder you and maybe your family violently” to “they will cease to come and trade and your Whole Goddamn County will fall to plague”

As always, the more history and science you learn… the more intricate and explosive and devastating your impacts can be

👀

pro-tip: don't ever use the sentence "thousands of years" in your worldbuilding unless you really know what a thousand years is like

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Hmph. "Ugly Irish Houses" posted Fountain House in Dunlavin, Wicklow, Ireland. But, I'm not so sure that I'd call the 5bd, 4ba, 8,191.34sqft home, ugly. $1,069,082 approx. USD.

I don't care too much for the things on the ceiling, but I wouldn't call the entrance ugly. Look at the millwork. That columned entrance is so grand. Oh, someone noticed the ceiling is the solar system. It is- there's Saturn, the Sun, etc.

There's such beautiful wood in the wide hall. Someone commented, "OMG, It's like a giant coffin." (Very morbid thinking.)

Lovely living room with an original fireplace and interesting ceiling. Another comment: "What in the Temu Yellowstone is this?"

Huge open living/dining room. Someone else's take: *Twin Peaks theme intensifies*

The dining room with double doors directly into the large kitchen.

Spacious eat-in kitchen with beautiful green cabinetry. I see nothing ugly in here.

Wow, look at the wood in the library/office.

Cozy bedroom. Love the armoire and dresser.

4 of the 5 bedrooms have ensuites. What a bath- it has a canopy.

This house has such interesting light fixtures and beautiful armoires in the bedrooms.

Oh, look at the home gym with a sauna. Comment: "And for the gym, I'm thinking German Christmas market with a nautical style light fitting! Plus more pine." I think the little matching "huts" are cute.

Hot tub room. Insult: "Isn’t it amazing what people can do with leftover pallets?"

I wonder who did all the sculptured wood. Look at those light torches.

This has to be the primary bedroom with the lovely alcove.

Oooh, a billiard room, too.

This fireplace is particularly highlighted, so they must consider it ugly. It's unique. Comment: "What’s with the giant wooden buttons on the ceiling 🫠" Ok, fair enough, I don't like them, either.

Nice wide 2nd level hallway. Comment: "Rotten🤢 the entire house is a sauna."

Another large bedroom.

Beautiful big bath down the hall. This one's clever: "There's no way I wood buy this house."

The office has a door to a terrace. And, finally, this comment: "This house was designed by woodworms."

Very nice, look at the old pump. This must be an old trough.

Lovely park-like grounds.

4.5 acres of land. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong and it's ugly. What do you think? (Well, at least they agree w/the OP.)

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