#who has been praying for my downfall

[nyxypoo]

replacing it

[thatsolacegirl]

No mourners, no funeral.

(But mourners are mourning this loss, even though the funeral was unexpected.)

[pha55ed]

All I Want For Christmas || F1/F2

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: sexual jokes

contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, ollie, paul, pepe

summary :: they hard launch you on insta! yay!

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

Carlos Sainz | 55

carlossainz55 : my most expensive gift to myself! love you forever @.yourusername

→ user 01: Con😭grad😭u😭lations

⎯→ user 02: we never had a chance... 😭😭

→ yourusername: mwah <3 love you forever

⎯→ user 03: what about me :(

⎯→ user 04: let her go bro... she's gone 😭

→ alexandrasaintmleux: so cute! 🩷

⎯→ yourusername: not as cute as you 😉

⎯→ user 05: the prettiest wags ever

Charles Leclerc | 16

charles_leclerc : my biggest win yet @.yourusername

→ user 01: GAWWDAAAMNN how does he find the most gorgeous women ever

⎯→ yn_hater: she doesn't compare to alex tho :/

⎯→ yn_biggest_fan: 43°44′5″N 7°25′14″E and you still live with ur mom 🤣

→ yourusername: no need to lie in ur caption but thank you love

⎯→ user 02: i would never lie to u, just saying. (I'm 6'3)

→ oscarpiastri: welcome to the fam 👏

⎯→ yourusername: gonna be an evil step mom to u >:D

⎯→ oscarpiastri: but you're my real mom

⎯→ yourusername: andddd now i feel bad 😭

Lando Norris | 04

landonorris : how i sleep knowing @.yourusername is protecting me

→ user 01: once again a beautiful girl with an ugly man

⎯→ user 02: a beautiful girl with a funny* rich* talented* and hot* man

→ maxfewtrell: so this is how i find out i'm being cheated on

⎯→ yourusername: 🫵🤣 LOL

⎯→ user 03: the girls are fightinggggg

→ user 04: lando is confirmed a pillow princess???

⎯→ yourusername: only the best for him

Oscar Piastri | 81

oscarpiastri: just a chill guy with a not very chill girl @.yourusername

→ user 01: why would u post the 3rd photo 😭😭

⎯→ user 02: i think thats her crying after he won in baku??

⎯→ user 03: but why is the photo taken in her house then???

⎯→ yourusername: can't a girl be proud (i was crying for 3 hours still)

→ user 04: literally the nonchalant x chalant trope

→ charles_leclerc: congrats to you both! ❤️

⎯→ user 05: AWW OMG this is so cute

→ yourusername: when i come home i want u oiled up on my bed

⎯→ user 06: OH...!

⎯→ user 07: no one will match her freak

Oliver Bearman | 87

olliebearman: yes the pizza is armed... jk love you @.yourusername

→ user 01: Ollie if you hurt her....

⎯→ user 02: I think we should be worried FOR him

→ yourusername: who are you...

⎯→ user 03: ikrrrrr hes sooo weirddddd, come home to me instead!!!!

→ kimi.antonelli: congrats mate! blink twice for help!

⎯→ yourusername: I know where you live.

→ user 04: I love beautiful crazy girls <3 she's so valid

Paul Aron | 17

paularon_: my biggest inspiration and supporter @.yourusername

→ yourusername: can't wait to boost the estonian population with you <3

⎯→ user 01: mind you, it's 8am when i opened my phone

→ user 02: they're so fucking beautiful, i can't even blame (y/n) for being horny

⎯→ user 03: their kids will be the prettiest ever

→ user 04: I KNEW THEY WERE DATING OMFGGGG I KNEW IT

→ dinobeganovic: GET A ROOM U FREAKS!!! (happy for you both!)

⎯→ pepemartiofficial: AGREED! (congrats mate!)

⎯→ yourusername: FUCK YOU GUYS!!!! (thanks guys)

Pepe Marti | 21

pepemartiofficial: BREAKING: proud to anounce that i will be with extending my contract with (y/n) for another year @.yourusername

→ yourusername: only a one year extension??? fake asf

⎯→ chirstian.mansell: cause he's transferring to me after one year

⎯→ yourusername: enjoy my sloppy seconds

⎯→ gabyprentice_: its okay bby u can come with me

→ user 01: praying on their downfall purely so i can have a shot with (y/n)

→ user 02: yet another tall lanky awkward man with a beautiful girlfriend

⎯→ user 03: (y/n) has always been into awkward men, not a surprise

→ user 04: Can't wait to see her face in the paddock, her face card is LETHAL

[earthtooz]

x : BANDAGED HEART :*+ﾟ

in which: blade finds out you're injured and can't contain his anger.

warnings: gn!reader x protective!blade, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, 'who did this to you?' trope with blade LOL, slight manhandling, did i mention that he's protective?

a/n: blade debut, omg? this sucks btw but this was inspired by this comic that i saw the other day :> it just reminded me that the 'who did this to you' trope existed and i went YES and took my own spin onto it so, i hope you enjoy!

the smell of antiseptic wafts heavily through the air, bandages sit tightly rolled beside you, and you hiss at the sting of the antibacterial ointment slathered over the open wound on your arm. 

it hurts. 

blinking the tears away and gritting your teeth to bear with the pain, you reach for the unused roll, clumsily unravelling them with shaking hands and a blurring vision.

“oi.” a raspy voice from behind catches you off guard and you turn around from where you’ve seated yourself in the corner of the medical wing, having helped yourself to a supply of ointment and bandages. 

a familiar swordsman and fellow coworker towers above you, glowering at you through the streaks of his bangs. maybe if you weren’t on the verge of fainting, you’d have the energy to fear him.

“oh, it’s just you,�� you mutter, “can i help you?”

his eyes glance you up and down, as if scanning you for any indication of misadventure. feeling uneasy under the intensity of his gaze, you return to trying to rip the bandages with bare hands since you had not brought scissors or even a blade with you in your haste. 

feeling the blood from your wound drip down your arm and onto the floor beneath you, you cringe, hurrying up so you don’t make a mess. this whole patching-yourself-up-thing should have been easy, but without something sharp and half your strength evaporated after a gruesome mission, it was much harder than usual. 

the growing frustration you were feeling was not offering much aid either, and with blade practically towering over you, you try not to let your fluctuating anger overwhelm you. 

aeons, it was as if you were sent on this mission with elio praying for your downfall. you’re lucky that you managed to get out with only a scratch on your arm and a missing weapon. it’s going to be hard finding a replacement for it, but when you just looked death in the face, you can’t say you have much to complain about that a weapon was the only thing you lost. 

suddenly, two hands sneak underneath your arms to lift you up, breaking your train of thought with a tight, unforgiving grip as you’re effortlessly placed onto a hospital bed right beside you. meeting the ruby eyes of the swordsman, your breath lodges uncomfortably in your throat, and you have to rip your gaze away from him; the intensity would paralyse you otherwise. 

“where are you hurt?” he asks, sounding more like a demand than a question. 

“i can do it myself,” you grumble. blade takes the bandage out of your hands, holding back your wrist that instinctively reached out to grab it back. the glare he shoots you from the corner of his eye placates any complaint you have.

“show me.”

reluctantly, you present your injured arm. he mutters a very quick and quiet ‘stay here’ before stalking off. a faucet is turned on, water begins running from a nearby sink, and blade returns with a wet cloth. 

grabbing your wounded arm, he cleans around the area, rubbing the blood that has trickled down your arm as well. he’s scarily gentle with you, attentive to your every wince and hiss, halting momentarily every time you let a noise slip. 

he makes quick work of patching you up, flawless and effortless in his technique. makes sense, you suppose, since he is covered in these. 

you wonder how many times he’s had to do this on himself. a small part of your heart aches thinking about it.

“thank you,” you whisper when he’s done, gratitude silently swirling inside you. grabbing the bandages and cloth, you slide off onto your feet. “i’ll put these away.” 

stepping in front of you, his body intercepts your path and you’re pressed against the bed, frozen under him. there’s an indescribable look of fury in his eyes, his red eyes seeming even angrier than usual. 

“what happened?” he asks.

you have hold yourself up, suddenly weak in the knees. “just a typical mission, it’s nothing you should worry about.”

the fellow stellaron hunter does not look satisfied with your response. “what do you mean ‘nothing you should worry about’? who did this to you?” he asks, punctuating each word with a dark expression. 

“blade- please, can we not talk about this right now?” you mutter, “i’m tired and i just want to sleep.”

he narrows his eyes. “who. hurt. you?”

“why? what can you do about it now?”

“kill them.”

you scoff. “yeah, right.”

blade wedges a leg between yours, hindering your escape even further by leaning himself closer to you. “i’m serious.”

“so am i. if you’re thinking about hunting them down, then please, don’t bother. let it go.” you mutter.

“but you got hurt.” 

“i get hurt all the time.”

his brows scrunch together, a small indication of the dangerous protectiveness growing within him. you interrupt his train of thoughts, placing a brave hand on his chest; right over his heart. ‘i’m fine. you don’t need to worry about me.”

“i’m not worried,” he grumbles lowly. 

“oh. i see.”

he grabs your hand and takes it away from his chest, holding you gently. “i’m angry that you got hurt.”

you’re speechless, blinking at the swordsman who raises your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. it feels like a promise- not that you know what said promise is, but with that look in his eyes, you know it’s not a peaceful one. 

“so why don’t you tell me the truth? who did this to you?”

the answer slips past your lips before you can help it and when the words are spilled, a creeping guilt invades you. whatever he’s planning, you know that bloodshed will follow.

“see, that wasn’t so hard.”

in a blink of an eye, blade is gone, taking the intense pressure with him. he left so quickly that you wonder if he was ever here to begin with. the lingering brush of his lips is the only indication that he was not a figment of your half-aware conscious.  

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[sapphicrot]

I am sure you are all aware of the current state of the fandom. I have done my best to avoid all of the controversy, but seeing how others have voiced their concerns I would like to as well.

I, as an artist, do not feel safe in the Rain World fandom.

I have expressed this in the past, but I have been the victim of false pedophile and grooming allegations with the use of manipulated and doctored screenshots. I do not have the words to articulate just how psychologically damaging it is to have an entire fandom turn on you in an instant. To have your social life destroyed. To have hundreds or even thousands of people celebrate your downfall, simply because you annoyed them, because now they have a "reason" to. Watching this fandom gleefully parade around shaky evidence and happily participate in this type of behavior is sickening to me. It makes me worry that someday, I will annoy someone enough to have another false allegation made against me, and I will have to go through that again. There is a part of me that believes I would not survive such a thing. I am not trying to be dramatic when I say that, but people need to realize that "internet drama" can cause serious harm your mental health. I still have PTSD nightmares related to the callout post made about me from 3 years ago. This is not something you can just “get over”.

People need to remember fanartists are not paragons of grace, nor are they perfect. The fact that the internet has allowed people to dehumanize artists into "content machines" that must never slip up rather than human beings who are messy and awkward and can fuck up at times is sickening. I do not feel comfortable in a fandom that jumps at the opportunity to harass someone over a mistake, that stirs up a witchunt over what boils down to miscommunications. A fandom that treats every situation as black and white and doesn't wait for all the evidence to come out.

I believe nyuuronfly put it best in their post:

"It is not inspiring to sit around and get attention in an atmosphere where the more attention you get the more you know many of the eyes that are looking toward you are searching for a weak point to go after."

I understand revealing a lot of my trauma in this post is a potentially stupid decision, but I believe my story can help make people realize the genuine harm callout posts cause. It is not fun having to deal with constant paranoia that hundreds of people are praying on your downfall. I have considered not posting about, or simply deleting my rot au many times because of worry that someone will think it's too “dark” or “problematic” and decide I am the fandom's #1 punching bag for months.

As of now, I will not be deleting, nor will I stop posting art. But I have considered it many times, and this behavior as of late brought me the closest I've ever been to doing so. I love rain world and frankly, I don't want to feel this way about the fandom! I want this place to be positive, I want better for this game. I'm not mad, just disappointed.

TL;DR:

PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD stop reblogging callout posts.

Fanartists are PEOPLE. They are giving you FREE art. Treat them better.

You are not immune to false screenshots, mob mentality, and black and white thinking.

Rain world is a gorgeous, creative, and deeply moving game. Please, let's work to make this community reflect that.

[gojoidyll]

aeon & bird & arrow 2

yandere!aeon!phainon x fem!reader x yandere!mydei

Phainon knocks another arrow into his bowstring, his aim targeted towards his enemies - far and in the opposite direction of where you were. So..., why? Why is his arrow straying course?

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“Thank you, Anaxa!”

You smiled at your teacher who had given you a few books to borrow. The books in question were old history books about Castrum Kremnos along with a dictionary of their words and vocabulary. Ever since you met Mydei two weeks ago, you have been itching to know more about his people, especially since his kingdom will most likely be the one winning this war and controlling all of the land. And thankfully, Anaxa, a friend of yours who moved to the village recently, gave you some.

“It is no problem, but I suggest that you don’t go galivanting around with those books.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Many people dislike the Kremnoans, most even pray for their downfall. So just … be careful.”

“I will, thank you again Anaxa.”

The scholar watched you carefully before posing another question, something that has been greatly bothering him, “why did you want these books anyway?”

You paused as you looked up, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek, “well…,” you looked around the empty bakery, it was currently closed for the day since your parents had to travel to the bigger city of Okhema for some supplies to try out a new recipe for a small little festival that your village planned to throw.

“I- I met Mydei a few weeks ago.”

“…Mydei…?”

Anaxa furrowed his brow before sighing, “he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No!”

You were embarrassingly quick at defending the king as you stood up abruptly at the accusation. Anaxa sighed again before shaking his head, “I advise that you stay clear of that man from now on. He’s dangerous, blessed and cursed at the same time. You’re better off staying clear of him.”

Anaxa stood up then as he bid you farewell, “please heed my warnings.”

He left it at that as he exited the bakery and left you to your thoughts, your focus trailing down to the books on the table before shaking your head. Mydei didn’t look dangerous…, well, at first, he did due to the blood covering him, but he seemed kind, at least, he seemed kind to you.

Gathering the books into your arms, you left the bakery too and headed to a quiet place that you always escaped too for privacy.

It was a place a lttile away from the village in a field of flowers where a big tree sat. The day was both sunny, warm, and had a light breeze. So, reading outside would be the perfect activity to do until your parents got back.

And once you reached your safe space, you plopped down on a small blanket that you would leave there on multiple occasions, the tree giving you perfect shade as you set the books down next to you and grabbed the first one that was on top.

“Castrum Kremnos: Basic History”

You wondered if the title was true, cause if it was basic, then maybe it would be easier to learn!

When you cracked open the pages, you didn’t know how much time had passed while you say there reading, you were so laser focused on the words that it took someone kicking your foot to notice you had company.

“There you are.”

You looked up from your book, “oh… Laios.”

He rolled his eyes as he kicked your foot again. Ever since you could remember Laios has been chasing after you, and truthfully, you were not interested. At all. Anytime he would approach you, you were always with family or friends – Anaxa usually being the main one to scare Laios away if he got too close.

“That’s not any way to greet your future husband.”

You shook your head, “we’re not engaged Laios, or did you forget that I rejected you.”

He scowled at you, he was always quick to anger, something that you were always fearful of. People being angry, or worse, people directing that anger at you especially when you did nothing wrong. And as he was preparing to say whatever vile thing he could think up next, his eyes shifted to your lap, his eyes narrowing at the title.

“Why are you reading such trash? What? Do you want those filthy Kremnoans to win the war?”

You stood up then, the book falling from your lap, “they aren’t filthy! Don’t say such mean things about them! And why would it matter if they won the war or not, it’s not like we’re involved anyway.”

Laios reached for you, his hand grabbing a hold of your wrist as he yanked you forward, hard. You yelped loudly when a sharp pain shot through your arm.

“Listen here, bitch, I am going to be your husband soon and as my future wife you don’t need to be reading such garbage.”

You clawed at his arm with your free hand to try to make him let go, but he just gripped you harder, “let- let go! You’re hurting me!”

“Shut up!”

You closed your eyes tight when he went to raise his hand, his palm open as if he was ready to hit you, but nothing ever came as you felt his grip on your wrist disappear.

Your lips quivering, and body slightly shaking, you opened your eyes and immediately took a step back.

“M- Mydei?!”

The Kremnoan King stood before you, his hand wrapped around Laios’ throat.

“You would dare strike a defenseless woman, one who isn’t even a warrior no less.”

Laios coughed and sputtered, his hands gripping Mydei’s armored wrist, but Mydei showed no sign of letting the man go as he easily lifted him in the air, Laios’ feet kicked uselessly in the air.

“This is between me and my future wife, you Kremnoan trash.”

“Future wife?”

His gaze drifted to you, and you quickly shook his head, “we aren’t marrying each other… ever.”

Mydei looked back to Laios, “seems she disagrees,” he tightened his grip on Laios’ neck, Laios could already see dark spots clouding his vision, he was losing air fast.

“And even if she was going to be your wife, you would still hit her?”

You backed away to the tree, your back lightly hitting the bark as one of your feet accidentally broke a stray branch, Mydei’s focus slightly shifted to you. He could clearly see your fear, even in his peripheral, could sense it in the air.

He made the decision to throw Laios to the ground instead of breaking his neck.

“Run home, and never speak to her again. If you do, your head will be displayed on Castrum Kremnos’ walls.”

Laios sent another glare to both you and Mydei as he rubbed his neck, but he didn’t protest further as he scrambled to get up, the air fighting to get back into his lungs as he rushed in the direction of your village. And when he was fully out of sight, Mydei walked up to you, your breath momentarily hitching as he reached for you.

But instead of grabbing your wrist like Laios has done, he had instead held out his hand as if he was giving you a choice. As if he was saying, you can let me see your wrist, but only if you want to. Hesitating for only a moment, you laid your hand in his gloved one, his eyes finally downcast as he looked at your wrist, his fingers, ever so gently, turned your palm over as he watched a bruise slowly start to form on your skin.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

You shook your head.

“Use your words.”

“N- no, he didn’t,” you answered quickly as you could feel the heat start to reach your neck as he finally looked back up to your face.

“A- anyway, Mydei. Thank you so much for your help.”

He let go of your hand, “of course, it was the … least I could do, but tell me, who exactly was he.”

You smiled sheepishly as you took a seat and patted the open spot next to you, Mydei, much to your surprise following suit as his arm gently brushed against your own as you explained who Laios was and how the man was determined to have you despite your constant disgust and refusal towards him.

“He sounds annoying.”

“He is,” you admitted truthfully.

“Why was he talking about the Kremnoans.”

You felt the tips of your ears go red as your shakily reached to the side of you and grabbed one of the books Anaxa had given you and had handed it to Mydei, “ever since meeting you, I have been bothering Anaxa to let me borrow any books he may have about Castrum Kremnos.”

“Anaxa,” Mydei questioned as he looked over the book.

You nodded, “he’s a scholar who hates the Aeons. That’s why he came to our village, far far away from any Aeons’ gaze,” you giggled at that last part as you watched Mydei crack open the book and read over a few lines.

“You were that curios about Castrum Kremnos?”

You nodded again as he closed the book and handed it back to you, his eyes and expression unreadable to you.

“Anyway, Mydei, what brings you here?”

Seemingly snapping him back into focus he reached for a small pouch he carried, opened it, and began sifting through it before pulling out two clean rags.

“For you, for … cleaning up the blood back then.”

He set the rags in your hands carefully, as if he was being cautious with what he was doing, as if he was afraid by putting something into your hand would break it. Which made since because to him, you were fragile and way too soft.

“Thank you so much, Mydei.”

He felt his chest tighten and his heart start to thump loud and hard, you called to him again all while using that sweet, soft tone. It was different from how you said his name from earlier.

He looked away from you then, his focus out on the field. His mind slowly turning into a muddled mess as thoughts of you started to cloud his head. He needed to change the subject or bid farewell, but … he didn’t want to leave. Not yet.

“You don’t have to read those books.”

You tilted your head to the side after you carefully folded the rags and sent beside you, “what do you mean?”

“You could just ask me about my home.”

“Really?!”

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t your enthusiasm, but he was still grateful for the smile on your lips.

“Ask away.”

Which was exactly how you spent the rest of the day. Your questions were answered easily and sufficiently by Mydei even until the sun had fallen, and the moon had taken its place, the full moon luckily shedding enough moonlight that you could still see at night.

“It’s getting late,” Mydei finally said as he noticed your questions start to dwindle, “you should head home.”

He stood up then and offered his hand to you once more, to which you didn’t hesitate to take this time around.

“Will I see you again?”

There was that soft, naïve voice again. It was as if you were trying to kill him.

“You will.”

“When?”

He knew he shouldn’t tell you any of his battle plans, even if you posed no threat and weren’t an enemy, “not soon, but someday.”

You smiled at that, “I understand, thank you for today, Mydei.”

He nodded as he finally let go of your hand, he didn’t realize that he was holding onto it for so long already. But before you left, you gathered up the books and the rags that were still on the blanket before looking back up at Mydei, stepping towards him, you tried to hold onto the courage that you managed to muster before standing on your tippy toes and placing a gentle kiss right below his jaw. You had meant to kiss his cheek, but he was a bit taller than you expected and it was harder to reach him because of his arms that he crossed over his chest.

“T- that was to thank you as well, for everything you did for me today.”

You didn’t let him say anything else back to you as you turned on your heel to escape from any embarrassment that was waiting for you, your face, neck, and ears basically setting themselves on fire as you heated up considerably.

Mydei could only be left wanting more as he watched you leave all while Phainon has seen enough.

It was time to resharpen his arrow.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ my wife can do whatever she pleases ! ” : 

﹙ illusionist outlaw x wife!reader. ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9819 alessio x fem reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ illusionist  ˖ inhuman ˖ outlaw character ﹚

being married to the infamous outlaw shouldn't be so tender. you might just be the one who's more obssessed. that much is apparent with how your body yearns for him whenever he's out running from the law.

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ fingering ˖ penetrative sex ˖ riding ˖ edging ˖ creampie ˖ reader is so so needy | wc : 1.1k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: went a bit too wild with this but I have absolutely no idea what we put into this man gchj

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Marriage to a criminal shouldn't be so sweet. Much less a serial killer. Blood stain his hands, and yet they touch you so gently. Carefully. Reverent.

Well, unless it has anything to do with your pretty pussy of course. Your newly wedded husband was many things. He could worship you on his tongue that told many lies. He could kiss your soft thighs and grind on your trembled slit until you begged for him to push in. Stuff you full. Beg him to be anything but tender.

The second his fingers are anywhere near your wet heat? He's shoving them knuckles deep. Hooking and stroking on that one, darling spot in an agonising come-hither motion. All to gently scold you for squirting all over his watch.

"Tesoro mio. . ." He croons right above you. Dark strands tickling your face. Alessio had just walked in and you were all over him. A simple kiss at the door turned to clothes scattered and bodies stumbling. Until you found your back against your bed. Squirming. Whining. Crying for him.

Aren't you a needy one? He supposes he can't blame you. As the leader of Ace and the serial killer Magician, he rarely had time on his hands. Rarely had you in them.

Greedy. You're greedy for anything you can get. And when you knew he'd come home early tonight? Your panties were already soaked with memories of him. Oh how you missed him. His lips. His hands. His cock parting your walls and reminding you one of the many reasons you said yes in the first place.

"Essio," you'd whine. Squirm off of his endlessly pumping fingers. "Don't - don't want your hand. Want you. Want you. Please." Your hands fumble with his belt. You couldn't bare to spend another second without him. You're burning. And it's all for him.

All your cruel husband can do is cup your cheek with his slick fingers. Smile and croon at your needy display. "Oh baby. That needy?" His deep chuckle muffles into kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. So graciously, he helps your fumbling hands out.

"Well." He parts. There's another reason you married him. That charming grin. He drags your hips and falls back into the bed. A simple pat on your thigh and a hummed: "Hop on, then."

Either your desperation worked in your favour, or was your greatest downfall. His huge cock has always been such a struggle to take it. And when you're riding him? It proves such all the more. Your stuttered hips and needy grinds couldn't compare to the delicious feel of his rhythmic thrusts.

But Alessio seems playful tonight. Playful with your pleasure, with your orgasm. The dark swim in his emerald eyes says it all. He watches your pathetic little movements and waits until you're spluttering for him. Begging.

"Aww, what's the matter? My sweet wife can't match her needy little pussy?"

He's nice enough to rub little circles on your clit and pepper kisses all over your tits. Every now and then he gives a little thrust that has you weeping in your desperation. Hoping. Praying that he'll start fucking you just the way you crave.

"A-Al - essio - please."

"Please, sweetheart? But you were so eager. . ."

At last your back meets the sheets again. His form towers over you as large hands manoeuvre your thighs back. So that your knees kiss your chest and he can perfectly see his cock now bullying your pretty little hole.

"Is this what you've needed? Yeah? Thought about this all day?" Alessio angles his thrusts. Fucks up into all the spots that send your nails deep into the sheets and your eyes rolling back. Poor you. You can only nod and hiccup. Tears trickle down your face as he finally gives you what you want.

All but one thing —

"Wanna. . . w-wanna cum - Alessio -"

"Yeah baby? You gotta beg then. This pretty pussy's outdoing you."

He focuses on the splash of your cunt. Every squelch. Every lewd slap as he purposefully begins missing all your favourite spots. Filling you just the way you like, but driving frustration through you to distract you from your mission to tumble over your orgasm.

More tears cloud your eyes. You whimper. Gasp. Try to cling around his strong shoulders as he swoops down to mold his lips with yours. "Please - p-please. I need it - I - "

Your hips buck pathetically up into his. Sobs vibrate his lips as he locks his large body over you. Pushing you into your all-favourite mating press. Slams and slaps of skin against skin. Jerks of the bed. Knocks of the headboard. You're delirous. Desperate.

"Please! Please 'essio - pleasepleaseplease."

Another chuckle eventually leaves his slew of groans and rough moans. That deep voice you adore finds your ear. Just as a thumb nestles on your clit once more. The stars align. He starts fucking those spongy nerves all over again.

"Well," he laughs breathlessly. "Mrs Agresta can do whatever she wants. Cream my cock, sweetheart." As if he didn't just make your beg for it.

It's all you needed. Your cunt flutters and tightens. Squelches almost as loud as your pitiful little cries as you drag your nails down his back and gasp so sweetly into his lips.

"Alessio —" it all crashes. A stream of wetness squirts all over his cock. All over the sheets. You hiccup for air. Sing out his name. "Alessio - A-Alessio - ohgodyes - yes yes -"

He's always so concerned with your pleasure. He's committed all your needs to memory. It's why he fucks you hard through your mind-shattering orgasm. Why he gives you room to breathe and instead bites down on your ear. His own fucked-out voice fans your lobe.

"That's it - that's my girl. That's my sweet little wife."

He grunts. Slams his hips forward once more time. Knocks your cervix in a violent kiss and bursts ropes of his white, hot cum. Emptying himself in your warm, welcoming walls. All as his lips pepper all over your face. As he gasps for air yet still splutters out his love for you.

"There you go. . . There you go baby." He whispers. Slowing to a stop and allowing you to hug around him. You sniffle. Whine. Cling onto him for dear life. "Needed that huh? Feeling better?"

You can only nod. Bury your face into his neck and sniffle.

"You're not done, right?"

He laughs. Pulls back and cups your pretty face.

"And leave my pretty wife unsatisfied? Never."

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PILE 1

Your spirit guides have a message for you  … are u ready ? Is something huge … ‘’KEEP THEM IN THE MOTHERFUCKING PAST’’. Damm babe, I know violence aint it but I think it is time for you to keep the door of your past closed. You must have repeatedly opened them for all your spiritual team to be this enraged. 

Mind of matter. Lol … Repeat after me: MIND OVER MATTER. MIND OVER MATTER. MIND OVER MATTER. You need to stop letting your emotions get the best of you and nah I am not only talking to the crash out girly. Yeah … you also cinnamon girls, yeah you are bolting up everything acting like you are mysterious but really you are this calm in public because you are planning the downfall of your 5th grade enemies the whole time Miss is about to graduate uni. Now crash out, I did not forget about (I mean how can I forget about y’all …). Out here complain about not being able to work with fake ass bitches … well news flash the world is fake and that's for sure not stopping me from getting paid. The reality is that professionalism needs to win no matter what. Yeah even when the person is bluntly racist, homophobic or rude. I could spit you the ‘’ yeah they don't like themselves that's why they hate so much’’ but in reality who gives a damm. Bitch you wanna be paid or nah. Yeah being disrespected is hard but being broke is HARDER. So pick one, QUICK ! Don't get me wrong I’m not telling y’all to let them walk all over u or becoming  people pleaser but it is time for you to learn how to clock someone tea with class. The cooperation world is not the baddies show, it is all about being able to check someone like a real housewives. You go ahead and learn because you have too much potential to let these hating ass hoes take the best of you. Now back to my no emotion/avoidant/claim to be numb but care more than anybody in the world, you need to let go. What you fail to understand is when you don't let go and old grudges you are bringing this disgusting energy everywhere. In the spiritual world there's door you will never enter because you are obsess about bring that fucking baggage with you. I know you, you know, they don't care. That does not mean you are going to forget but ain't you embarrassed to spend so much time plotting on someone you dislike that much. You be claiming you have opp and people praying on your downfall whole time you are the one obsessed with someone from your fucking childhood. Now who's the real loser. Hey babe, (I am holding your hand through the screen), believe me, I believe you. That person deserve the worst and nothing good for the fuck up shit they did to you. I am only worried about your purpose  being wasted holding grudges on someone that's definitely not worth it. 

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Go ahead … nah that’s literally your message … GO AHEAD. You are on tumblr scrolling  for messages like your spiritual team ain't give a million signs. Like you did not do a vision board in January, like you ain't confident on what you can manifest and what you deserve but yet here you are waiting for someone to tell you ‘’go’’. Here I am, in all my glory and ultimate power given by the divine : GO AHEAD. Show the world everything that you have in you. You know the plan, you already went over it. It has been years that you were working in the betterment of yourself in private. You did a social media detox, cut all the toxic people, fix your alimentation and work on your mental health. Bravo Babe ! Now go ahead and pop your shit and anybody that tries you, you  better make them regret. You did not go through hell and back for a random Karen to take your spark away. You better defend this beautiful person that you became like the past version of you (or inner child) was supposed to be protected. You got this babe. GO SHINE SUPERSTAR ! 

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FEEL. You are someone who used to be very talented in  maybe drawing or playing an instrument. You are sitting complaining about how unoriginal you are. Reminiscing about a time where everyone applauded your creative genius. Now you have more skills and knowledge yet you can't achieve the same amount of success. Some of y’all are architecture students, you always dream of doing it. You love it , yet it does not feel fulfilling. Now babe you are grown and you have been jaded by life or you killed your inner child trying to be an adult. Don't worry it all happens to the best of us. Good news I have the perfect medicine, let your heart speak in your art/work. You are on the right path, you are just not connected to it in a spiritual sense that's it. Which makes the whole journey a burden instead of an adventure which translates in your art/work showing that is good but never great enough. Because every touch you make as a creator seems like you accomplish a task instead of diving into your passion. 

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You good pile 4. You found the key (the lessons) and went through the door ( you are in the process of receiving your manifestation). There's a reality you have to accept in life which is you can’t jump levels. This reality does not please you but good news is not going to last forever. One day this moment is going to be a memory of the past. Instead of hating, let's enjoy what you have ahead of you. While having 100% faith, that in a way or another,  your dream reality is happening is just a matter of when.

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fuck it i'm posting a poto essay.

Okay so listen I know I do a lot of shitposting about The Phantom of the Opera, and this more like...Advanced Shitposting Literary Critique from a former English major who prefers to do analyses in serious shits and giggles format. So, here goes:

In true Austenian fashion, for a moment I would like us to consider Christine’s marriage prospects from the SEXIEST possible angle. That is, from the perspective of marriage as a financial proposition.

Because what is a single man in possession of a good fortune in want of? Why, a wife, of course!

As we know, marriage as a financial proposition certainly comes up in the story, namely when Philippe is trying to convince Raoul not to marry Christine. Philippe knows it would be exceedingly beneficial to Christine if she does exactly what he is afraid she’s doing: marry up. Find a rich husband and then have a kid to seal the deal.

This is because our girl Christine is as poor as a church mouse. She’s a ballet dancer who just got promoted to opera singer. Both of these are synonyms for “fancy prostitute” as far as society is concerned. And of course, she's an orphan.

Christine MAYBE stands to inherit whatever Madame Valerius leaves behind because I don’t think she has any heirs. The Valeriuses "treated Christine like a daughter," but who knows what’s in Prof. Valerius's will. If there is no will or she's not in it, and it goes to probate, Christine is fucked. Her dad refused to take any money for their busking together and they were nomads, so he left her with exactly nothing. 

On the other hand, Raoul has money, but like both of his sisters, he's entrusted Philippe with the entire estate and from this Raoul receives an allowance. It’s probably a comfortable sum, and he’s in the navy and lives in the family home when he’s not away doing navy stuff, so probably his portion is continuing to grow (idk, hopefully Philippe is a good investor, his siblings certainly think he’s doing it fine). 

Meanwhile, Erik, a hermit who hasn’t had a real job since the Populaire opened like 15 years ago, is coasting on his extortion checks that must FAR exceed the monthly pin money of the fourth child of even one of the oldest French estates. Like, I would be willing to bet that what Erik pulls in a month is equal to or more than what Raoul makes in a year.

Erik is…well. Many of us in the phandom think he’s a catch, in a sense, because we are Built DifferentTM, but career-wise he’s an architect conman etc.

As far as husbands go, Christine could do better, and she could do worse. Financially speaking! There are very few ways she could do worse in the broader sense of a marriage. I AM SO SORRY, I LOVE ERIK TOO, BUT IT HAS TO BE SAID. And I’m not including his looks in the equation! As we know, Erik does enough to self-sabotage without his face even being part of the conversation.

Those who know me know that I ship Erik/Christine, and every time I talk about Raoul I end up making fun of him. HOWEVER I also know, objectively, Raoul is the better choice. (Erik also knows this; he had to hold a barely metaphorical gun to Christine’s head about it.) I ship Erik/Christine in my heart, spiritually, but lord if I wasn’t praying for his downfall throughout that entire book.

“I’ll be as gentle as a lamb” he says. INCORRECT BUZZER. YOU TIED HER UP, ERIK. Y’ALL HAVE BEEN IN FISTICUFFS BEFORE.

“I’ll make you laugh every day” he says. Y’all the way I almost threw the book across the room when he started doing his ventriloquist act for her. I couldn’t take it.

“I’ve invented a mask that makes me look like everybody else and we will live in a normal apartment and go for walks in the park” Now I’m just making myself sad.

So, you know, Erik is a “catch” in his own right but Christine is not the world’s best fisherman.

But financially….Erik is making the modern equivalent of $3.1M USD each year in today’s money. Dude is LOADED. (Side note but I do not know how the Populaire afforded this? One might theorize that a big reason why Poligny retired is because he was tired of fundraising.)

Okay now WHAT do I mean by all of this. Stay with me.

If we are balancing the scales, looking at this love triangle situation in its entirety, Leroux gives him the biggest conceivable advantage in marriage for the time and place in history, but does Erik anytime reference this in conversations with Christine about their impending marriage? OF COURSE NOT. At least not directly and not as far as we ever see. There are a few reasons for this. First of all, Erik and Christine are romantics. They care about music, about love, about eternally divinely entwined souls, etc. 

Also Erik and Christine are Catholic so probably they wouldn’t get divorced over finances like everyone in the modern era in a place where no-fault divorce is a thing. He’s certainly not worried! He’s going to build them matching coffins!

For all the grand promises Erik makes throughout this book (Empress Giry, anyone?), he only promises Christine an apartment and music. That's literally it. Meanwhile he is making, once again, THREE MILLION UNITED STATES DOLLARS A YEAR and has been doing so for years! He wants to have a normal life, he's tired of living in a house with a torture chamber and a false bottom, but is he equally as tired of having more money than god??

Many a fandom scholar has asked this, but literally WHAT are the 20k francs per month for? Like I know he just wants to inflict pain, cause chaos, wreck havoc, etc, but dude can't even figure out how to enjoy his spoils properly! Erik doesn’t eat or drink, and he has all his mom’s horrible furniture. I personally think he stole all the bouquets of flowers from upstairs, so those were free, too. Nice paper, red ink, enough candles to light all of Paris, and a few romantic moonlit carriage rides can be expensive…for people making normal amounts of money. His bribe to Madame Giry is a box of chocolates and a little cash here and there. This man isn’t even paying property taxes. Erik more than likely has more money than he knows what to do with by a lot.

Other than pregnancy, “I’m ugly and horrible but I’m rich” is like THE most classic marriage trap there is, and that has literally zero effect on the story. Leroux gives Erik this huge W that he doesn’t cash in on. He makes his blorbo richer than the vicomte, writes about it as the entire B plot with the managers, but in terms of the A plot, it means NOTHING TO NOBODY.

Leroux even cuts off Raoul at the kneecaps for a while when Philippe threatens to cut him off from his inheritance. A navy man’s salary is nowhere near the cash Erik is bringing in! But what does that matter to any of them. (Of course, Raoul will get his money when Philippe dies, so Leroux brings it all back around to a…happy…ending of sorts.)

Really, the truth of the matter is that not a single character in this book is a practical person. Maybe the managers but they’re also idiots. Maybe Philippe. But they're not even impractical in the Pride & Prejudice sense. It's an entirely gothic romantic point of view to have this ghost-turned-romantic lead with a grossly extorted fortune just for shits and giggles. Just because fuck you and what about it. God, I love this frustrating novel so much.

From a character pov, I find it so interesting that Erik cannot for the life of him figure out how to try to make this shit work in his own favor. He has actually seen too many operas at this point and of course we know he’s not exactly living in a shared reality with anyone else, but he wanted to have more money than god because he could and so he did, and he ends up giving it away in the end as this sort of symbolic do-good thing. Or at least, he gives away 40k francs of it. Who knows what happened to the rest.

Why all this fuss, with the murders and the pranks? Was it fun, do you think, just to hoard the way rich people do? More fun than telling your gf she's about to become the wealthiest woman in Paris??? Would Christine have even cared a little bit if that was true???? Probably not! Her dad taught her that shit didn't matter, although surely by now she knows that's not true.

Obviously in either marriage she would’ve been just fine (again, financially, as long as Raoul retains his inheritance) but it is so funny to me that Erik is soooo much richer than everybody else for no reason. An outlandishly competitive suitor and for what.

This is just like him, though, isn’t it? To be so desirable, so full of potential and everything this woman could want, yet to be so unattractive, so unwanted? And further, to be re-imposing society’s burdens upon himself.

Anyway, poor Erik, poor everybody, even the rich ones, and most of all, poor Christine. Hope you and your hubby figured out the inheritance stuff for the de Chagny estate before you fucked off to Scandinavia!

[let-me-sleep-or-die]

The Ratgrinders complaining about The Bad Kids getting ~special treatment~ has the same energy as those kids who would do the bare minimum all semester and then be pissed that the teacher didn’t write them a letter of recommendation or give them an internship or something and say the teacher “chose favorites”

Oh I’m sorry me and my party (my lab partners) are out here solving mysteries (studying till we drop) and saving the world (Doing extra credit). But no you are right, your party have been Exp farming ( straight up only doing the assignments you can find on quizlet) for two years and It’s unfair that’s the system (fucking grading and common sense) favors us over you.

You should win Student Body President (get that unpaid internship) I’m sure killing rats (only doing half the homework) has prepared you for practical combat (if you were let in that lab you would blow something up). Best of luck! (I am actively Praying on your downfall)

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The Sweetest Song of Unexpected Love

CHAPTER 1 - Just Like Chet

WC: 2478

Warnings: a toxic friend, pet names, but other than that none for this chapter, but the next one... :)

A/n: I'm excited to be posting thisss...I'm not very confident in my writing but I think if I keep working on it it'll get better. Pls pls pls pls pls critique (not in a mean way) because I would love to hear ways on how I could improve. :))) Enjoyyyy.

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Y/n’s been told multiple times that she falls in love too easily. By her mom, her best friend Seohyun, and even acquaintances and co-workers. But what do they know? Just because she loves a lot, doesn’t mean she loves too easily. 

Sure she’s gotten her heart broken a few times, but doesn’t everybody? Her most recent heartbreak was Hajoon. He was a toxic man-child who let jealousy overtake him. Sure she liked him, loved him even, but he would cover her with praises at one point, and degrade her (in a non-fun way) at another. 

At this point she’s feeling like she’s losing hope in all guys. Everytime she thinks he’s the one, she gets proven wrong time and time again. 

So, she decides to go out with her best friend, Seohyun, tonight to just have fun. There was a mask night at the local club that seemed fun enough to go to. No feeling involved, no strings attached, and especially – her number one rule she set for herself – no love. She tends to be one of those “fall in love at first sight people”. As it’s known, that doesn’t always work out for her, so she figured if she can’t see the person, she has less of a chance setting herself up for failure.

The doorbell rings as y/n’s getting the rest of her makeup on. She quickly caps the mascara and gets up to answer the door.

“Hi!” She says happily as Seohyun walks in and embraces her. 

“Hey, girl. Ready for tonight?” She asks, a big smile on her face. 

“Yes! I’m so excited. Work has been stressing me out and I really need to let loose.”

Y/n closes the front door and heads to her bedroom to get her outfit on. “Just take a seat on the bed. I'll be done in a minute.” She says with a big smile. 

She goes into the bathroom and quickly puts her outfit on. It was a tight black skirt reaching just above her mid thigh, and an equally black crop top with intricate diamond designs on it. She puts on some of her favorite jewelry, slips on her black heels, and walks back into the bedroom. 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Seohyun asks, her tone slightly judgemental. 

“Yeah…why? What’s wrong with it?” Y/n responds. She was feeling good about her outfit before, but now shes feeling insecure. Sometimes Seohyun has that effect.

“It’s a little boring, no?” She says, turning to Y/n’s closet. 

“Oh, I didn’t think so..” 

“Of course you didn’t, girl. That’s why I’m here.” She says, shuffling through your clothes. 

Sometimes y/n feels like Seohyun is a little too judgemental with her. More than the average friend is. But she never says anything even if it would probably be better to drop a toxic friend. Seohyun is really the only real friend she has. 

“Here, try this.” She says, holding out a neon green cocktail dress with feathers at the top of it and a completely open back. 

“Are you praying for my downfall or something?” Y/n asks with a laugh. 

She probably is.. Y/n thinks to herself.

“Of course not! But sometimes you’re really bland. Like right now. You need to spice it up if you want anybody to even look in your direction.” She remarks, tossing the dress at her. 

“Given the fact that that’s not my goal for tonight, I think I’ll be okay.” Y/n responds with a slight chuckle. 

Seohyun rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Whatever you say.” She says before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. 

Y/n truly wasn’t looking for anything to happen tonight. She just wanted to let loose from work. Lately her – extremely hot, very muscular, super annoying in a way that makes her want to jump him – boss has been getting on her for everything. Every time she writes a report, he nitpicks at it until she feels like she has to re-write the whole thing. 

Even today, he basically told her she wasn’t qualified enough to do her job, and Y/n knows shes not the number one employee at the company, but she’s not incompetent. 

Y/n walked into Mr. Bang’s office, already tense because she knows he’s gonna critique her – now second time – revision of her report. She knows she’s not doing anything wrong, she’s even asked co-workers to read over her reports to make sure she wasn’t missing anything or had anything wrong. They all say it’s fine – even the office perfectionist, Seungmin. 

“Sit down, please.” Mr. Bang says, eyes focused on the computer in front of him. 

Y/n takes a seat in the chair directly across from him, hands fidgeting but still making eye contact with him. She can’t help but get nervous around him, he’s exactly her type – muscular, good looking, dominating – but she also hates him for how much he gets on her about her reports for no reason. Today he was wearing a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, buttons holding on for dear life. He had his glasses on today making him look even more delectable. 

Y/n was too busy ogling the middle button that looked like it was about to pop open to notice Mr. Bang calling her name. 

She quickly looked up at the sound of him clearing his throat loudly. There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t read but she knew it was something dark. It made her want to crawl across the table and sit right on his cock. 

What is going on with me today? I must be ovulating jeez. Y/n thinks to herself, feeling like she’s in heat or something. 

Mr. Bang held steady and stern eye contact with her as he started speaking. “I called you in here because after reading your report for a second time, it’s still not right. I know you can do better than this.” 

“With all due respect, Mr. Bang, I feel like you only ever critique me. I have had other co-workers look at it and tell me it is fine. I don’t know what else you would like me to fix.” Y/n says, feeling more than annoyed that he keeps on pulling this. 

Mr. Bang fixes her with an intense look. “If I’m critiquing you, that means that you are obviously doing something wrong. I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong with it, you’ve been working here for over two years – you know how to do your job. Fix it, and don’t make me have to call you in here again.” He slams the report onto the side of the desk she was sitting on and goes back to writing his emails. 

Y/n sits there for three more seconds before taking a deep breath in, standing up slowly, grabbing the report, and walking out of his office with her head held high. It took everything in her not to crawl across the desk, not to sit on his cock this time, but to slap the shit out of him. Why does he treat her like this? She knows she isn’t doing anything wrong. 

“Do you have your mask?” Seohyun yells from the kitchen, knocking y/n out of her thoughts. 

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah but…I know we were gonna match but I figured it would be better for us to have different ones. Matching seemed stupid.” She says casually. 

Y/n didn’t think it was stupid, but then again, she also isn’t Seohyun. 

“Come onnnn y/n, we’re gonna be late.” Seohyun said as she walked into the bedroom. Y/n was putting the last finishing touches on her makeup. Her mask left the whole eye area open, so she wanted to fill it with pretty eyeshadow to bring out her eyes. 

“Okay, okay, I’m ready.” Y/n said, grabbing her purse and putting her wallet and keys in it. “Let's go.” 

Y/n and Seohyun could hear the music from the parking lot as they got out of the car. The night air was cool and gave y/n goosebumps as she slipped the mask onto her face and placed her phone into the hidden pocket of her skirt.

They walked into the club and were immediately hit with the smell of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. 

Seohyun took a deep breath in. “Mmmmm the smell of relaxation.” She said, sounding excited to get the night started. “I’m gonna go grab us drinks, you find a booth.” 

Y/n took off to find a booth. She weaved her way through the many bodies on the dance floor to the other side of the club. Everyone was sweaty and basically dry humping each other. 

I guess it's not just me that’s ovulating, haha. 

She kept walking until she reached the back wall of the club where the booths resided. All of them were occupied except for the one near the stairs to the VIP floor. Y/n set her bag down and slid into the booth. She glanced around as she waited for Seohyun to come back with the drinks. 

Suddenly, there was a weird tension in the air. It felt like she was being watched intensely. She felt the same tension she feels when shes stuck in her boss’s suffocating office. She started fidgeting with her hands, not being able to escape the strong and intense tension she was feeling. It was starting to get uncomfortable, so she pulled out her phone to call Seohyun. 

Ring, ring, ring…

“C’mon, pick up…” She whispered to herself. 

She almost lost hope on her “best friend” answering, when she heard her loud voice come through the speaker. 

“What y/n? I’m tryna get laid!” She heard Seohyun say, slurring her words together. 

Y/n felt disappointment overtake her. Seohyun was supposed to hang out with her tonight so they could have a fun girls night out. She wasn’t supposed to go off to fuck some random guy. 

“I thought you were coming back with drinks. I got us a booth.” Y/n sighed. She was feeling more and more annoyed as the minutes went on. She didn’t wanna hang out by herself. She knew that if she made her way to the dancefloor, she’d end up grinding on someone and having a probably disappointing lay. 

“I was…but then this really cute guy started talking to me. We’re in his car right now so I’ll have to call you back! Byeeeeee-” She hung up. 

Y/n let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. She hoped to drink and dance with her friend all night and let her stress float out of her. Was that too much to ask? 

She could still feel the heavy tension through her equally as heavy despondency. Y/n glanced up from her phone to the dance floor, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. All she could see was everyone dancing with friends and having the time of their lives. She then looked higher to the VIP floor where the fancy and expensive booths resided. 

As she was scanning the booths, she made eye contact with someone. He was staring her down so much that she could feel the intensity through the mask. Her breath hitched as he smirked when they finally made eye contact. 

Y/n looked up at him with a slight look of innocence in her eyes. Since Seohyun left her, why not have some fun? She doesn’t have to fall in love with the guy. All she needs is a nice, quick, fuck. Preferably not terrible, but being with the men she’s been with, there isn’t a lot of hope there. 

He raises one finger and motions for her to come to him. She bites her lip and slowly gets up. As y/n makes her way over to the VIP stairs, she feels her confidence boost. Maybe it’s the anger from her friend leaving her, or the mask that makes her somewhat anonymous. She’s only slightly skeptical about having a one night stand. She’s only done it once, and it was so bad she faked an orgasm just to get away from the man faster. 

The bouncer stops her at the bottom of the stairs. “Do you have an invitation?” He asks. She points to the unknown man at the booth second most closest to the stairs. He glances up and the mystery man gives him a nod. The bouncer steps to the side and lets her through. 

As she makes her way up the stairs she thinks about how she’s going to play this out. The guy probably isn’t gonna do much to make her feel good, so maybe she can at least coax him into some foreplay. 

As she reaches the booth, she takes him in. He's just her type – muscular in all the right places, thick thighs, perfect hair that she can grip in her hands, and hands that look like they could choke the life out of her. In a fun way. 

He’s sitting with his legs spread and a drink in his hands. She stands at the front of the booth making heavy eye contact with him. She wants him to know he doesn’t intimidate her. He smirks at her confidence and beckons her over with his fingers. 

She slowly makes her way toward him and slides into the booth. He pulls her onto his lap.

“Hi, pretty.” He says, voice deep and sensual, eyes piercing through her and making her feel like prey. 

“Hi..” Y/n responds, trying to keep her voice from wavering. This man was much more attractive up close and it was making her more nervous than she’d like to admit. 

“You looked lonely down there all by yourself, kitten. What’s that about?” He pouts mockingly. 

“I, um, my friend left me by myself so I just, I don’t know. I didn’t wanna dance by myself.” Y/n eventually gets out. She’s never been one to not know what to say, but something about thighs mystery man had her forgetting her own name. 

“Aww. I’m sorry about your friend, pretty.” He says, brushing her hair out of her face. “But at least now you're with me, yeah?” He adds showing a slight smile, and y/n? Y/n almost folds completely right there. His smile was so captivating, even in the dark lighting of the club. Something about it was so familiar and comforting, but so sexy at the same time. She was frozen in place not knowing what to do. 

“Why don’t we get to know each other a bit?” He suggests. Y/n nods her head dumbly and gives him a smile. 

Tonight’s going better than I thought it would. She thinks to herself. 

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[moonfawnx]

I cannot believe that i have to say this but here we go.

Dear anon, I will not post your hideous takes on why i relate to Gwyn because i also made a post about SA awareness and spoke up on it.

I don’t believe in God but i do however believe in karma and i hope it bites u in the ass.

Over the past weeks ever since my SA awareness post my anons have been FLOODING with disgusting stuff about survivors, both about myself and fictional characters (mainly gwyn and i believe you can understand why they targeted her).

Saying that me talking about how it’s invalid to say gwynriel can’t happen because gwyn got sa’ed, ans twisting it to asking me if that’s what i say about my own love life? Gross.

It’s already disrespectful and creepy to talk about a fictional sa survivor like that, however I am not fictional. I am a real person whom you targeted with your awful behaviour just because we ship different characters.

No matter how many times you wish me to go through something so awful again, my stances will not change.

It speaks volumes that you hide behind anons because you know damn well your whining and insults are so arrogant and discriminatory that you would be banned by now.

The anons will not be posted for obvious reasons, although i’ve simply been deleting the latest cause no hate will drive me away of a blog i’ve had for years and love.

I wasn’t going to make a post on this, yet it’s been weeks ans the anons are still coming, which leads me to believe that it’s just one person who has no life.

Unfortunately i am not mature on such matters and i do pray on your downfall💗

[trashytracktales]

I'm screaming crying throwing up.... Yuki in that cursed seat I'm sorry I don't want to discriminate against the male species in this sport but I feel the feminine urge to kick someone right now especially after seeing Isack's Instagram story..... I'm sorry but my baby's (I can't decide if I'm a mother right now or what my bad and it's not helping that I'm ovulating so my hormones are fucked)

I took deep breaths I'm sorry I just rented

I, too, cannot give a rational opinion on this without going full mamma bear mode (and I refuse to be held accountable for my words right now).

That old fuck with a foot in the grave will do anything to replicate Project: Verstappen, including swapping drivers more often than he changes his diapers, forgetting that Max was an exception. And the other pervert fuck in charge is panicking as we speak, because he knows his days in that chair are numbered.

They gave Checo an entire season (no shade to our Mexican Minister of Defense, he did try to warn us), but suddenly Liam has more experience at VCRB, so the swap ✨makes sense✨ Be so fucking for real. Just admit y’all have no idea what you’re doing. The actual key figures on their team are walking out one by one, because they would rather bail than be associated with a senile fossil who, god forbid, if he sneezes the wrong way, he’s out like a light, and a degenerate who thinks people villainize him for nothing. Bitch, you better be joking. Don’t make me go full-on Penelope Garcia and pull up with receipts.

They don’t have Newey anymore, and Max won’t settle. Clock is ticking. And he ain’t Leclerc-level loyal, I’ll tell you that for free 👍🏻

In conclusion, whoever has been praying on Red Bull’s downfall, they need to drop the tutorial. Because that empire is crumbling, and something tells me it’s Toto with the candles and sage.

[icyg4l]

PAC: July 2024 Predictions

Hello beautiful people! This is my last week posting/sending readings out for a while! I will be back, but I just need a moment to focus on real life. So if you would like to book a reading with me, don’t hesitate to message me privately! Anyway, tonight I will be talking about your July 2024. So please, without further ado, please select the pile that resonates with you!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-3)

Pile One: I heard "weighing out your options". I think you may be in the middle of figuring out your taste in love. However, you may be making a risky decision. Remember this everything that feels good ain't always good for you. This month, you will learn to be stingier with your love. Also, there may be someone around you that is negligent. There is no reason to take the high road with them, you need to figure out what goes on and come up with a resolution to prevent this from going on any further. I feel like you will be cutting ties with someone who has been embarrassing you. It will be sad and hard to do, but you only have one life. I also heard "count your blessings". You need to see the light in today. Act like you care about what's going on around you. There is someone who has been picking with you, it's time to cut them off! I see you feeling relieved by the end of the month (only because Leo season aka the best season has startedddd) Overall, this month seems like a good month to start over. Reignite the passion in your life and start today!

Pile Two: "Plagued with confusion" is what I just heard. I feel like this July will be kind of hard for you, Pile Two. There is something that will feel off about this month. Get your mind out the gutter, for one. But also, there is something that is feeding on your energy. It feels vampiric. A person who treats you like a baby or has a newborn baby could be significant. You are your own person. You show up as yourself and get the job done! But you have to stop letting people take advantage of your innocence. I'm watching this anime called Nana. Nana K is the very innocent, perky, loving friend who wouldn't hurt a fly. That's you, Pile Two. But just because you wouldn't hurt a fly, doesn't mean the fly won't hurt you. It seems as though you will be on a quest for independence. Trying to find your way while also trying to see what's your niche. You are young and you will figure it out. Don't let anyone tell you thank you can't. If you really want it that bad, then it can be achieved. This is cliche to say, but just believe! "Wish Upon A Star!" could be a relevant movie to you.

Pile Three: You could be taking a trip out of the country. Barcelona comes to mind. I see you also being receptive to food requests as well. You may be a picky eater, but this month you won't be, lol. Some of you are in summer school, trying to bring a grade up/trying to make the next school year easier. You should try to receive counseling as much as you can. It will ease your mind and in return, your grades will be much better. I heard the word proficient. During this time, you could find yourself doing a lot of backpacking. This is very specific but if you have been praying on someone's downfall, they will receiving their rightfully deserved karma. I am hearing a leprechaun laugh. This is someone's abusive ex or manipulative ex-bestie. I think that you will try to keep your calm this month. You should repeat mantras to yourself, everyday. Maybe you should listen to some more Jhene Aiko. I heard Kevin Gates??? LOL! You will be in touch with your feminine energy during this month so try not to be so active. Be ready for anything, beloved. And lastly, some of you will try out for a sports team. You'll get in because of your connection to the coach or one of the primetime players. Also, some of you could be going to a sports game for free because of one of the players/coaches.

[jenson-buttocks]

I know people aren't gonna read this but I need to get all of this off my chest.

So today is the day that marks the moment when Lando's hopes for the WDC officially end.

It’s sad and heartbreaking, yes—but it’s also so much more than that. To me, this season has been nothing short of extraordinary. Championships are won and lost in numbers, and Max has the experience. He had the start of the season and then the talent and composure to see it through, no doubt about it. But Lando? Lando has something just as important, something that numbers don’t always capture—the fire, the resilience, and the unshakable will to push forward.

He’s shown it time and time again this season. Whether it was clawing his way up through the field, delivering masterful performances in changing conditions, or simply showing up with that signature smile and focus even on the toughest days, Lando has proven that he’s here to stay and will be back fighting next year.

There’s something remarkable about the way he’s carried himself this season. He never gave up, even when things seemed impossible and even when it seemed like his team was actively working against him. He's matured when it comes to the noise outside the track, deleting his social media instead of leaning into the insane amount of hatred that has been focused his way from F1 fans and media alike.

What we know, and what others need to realize, is that he’s not the problem. The problem is the people who have been sending him DMs telling him to kill himself; the problem is the people in the IG comments of McLarens, F1s, and his own social media begging for him to crash and burn; the problem is the media who have sensationalized and misrepresented him time and time again; the problem is the 1164481 fans who make fake screenshots, take his interviews and twist them, and weaponize their own narratives to tear him down.

He's been the team leader we all knew he could and would be, and we can all be proud of him. The fact that he was in contention for a championship in the same year he won his first race is incredible. This is someone who has been driving midfield cars since he came into the sport, praying for scraps when the cars ahead DNF'd, had bad pitstops or fucked up their strategy. He's someone who routinely got the fourth-best car onto podiums, someone who has, since Carlos left, never lost out to their teammate, although people have been praying for his downfall since 2021.

They will have to pray harder because Lando Norris doesn't play like that. What he does do, after every single season, is put his head down and become a better driver. He takes his faults, works on them and then comes back ready for more.

I couldn’t be prouder of him—not just as a driver but as a person who’s shown grace, determination, and heart every step of the way. This season wasn’t the end of a dream; it was the start of something bigger. I know he’ll take everything he’s learned and come back stronger, hungrier, and more determined than ever.

[lionheartedmusings]

sorry but my mind is whirling, obligatory all q! from this point onward, but man... phil's kidnapping has a lot to dissect regarding the extreme they went to, but what it really did to me (a noted bad connoisseur) is really showcase just how differently bad is treated by the federation. like, to a point where i don't know how no one's noticed yet in the island.

cellbit made an iron farm right after he got there to try and talk to cucurucho, and he got tortured with a chainsaw. he infiltrated them and they keep playing with him, mentally and emotionally. they've been toying with cellbit from the start.

pac and mike have gotten arrested and kidnapped, and pac got drugged for? being nuisances? causing issues against the feds? sure, they've put their nose where it doesn't belong, but it feels extreme.

god knows where aypierre's wine storyline is going so we'll refrain from commenting, but it's sus.

tubbo just got here and cucurucho has made it perfectly clear that he'll learn to behave, or he'll be made to behave by force. man's on a countdown.

phil, who literally sits at home and takes care of his eggs, lavacast one building and he got emotionally tortured and trapped in a birdhouse.

max... max is just fucked up, everyone on that island is praying for his downfall, but cucurucho has quite clearly taken pleasure in toying with him.

forever lost his shit and they literally forcefully drugged him into compliance.

and then there's bad.

bad, who has been vocally against the federation... from the start. a founder of theorybros, who has done many things to get their attention, both positive and negative.

bad, who has broken into just about every federation building imaginable with... not a warning? or very very light ones? requests to not?

bad, who has been a fucking nuisance and yet when foolish asks cucurucho if he can arrest him, the response is not to say "oh sure" but to hit foolish and say no.

bad, who grieved the fuck out of spawn with no admonishment, who directly threatened federation workers AND GOT REPORTED, and who not only kidnapped one but has had them trapped in his base for days. a base that the feds can break into, because they have before.

there hasn't been ONE threat against bad, just playful gunshots in friendly moments. he has gotten no reprimand or repercussion.

we joke about "special guest bad" but it's so fucking obvious that they refuse to touch him, and it's at a point where i need someone to say something.