#yes of course this is normal of course OF COURSE!!!! and of course I AM normal about this! WE ARE ALL SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!!

[bbokicidal]

7 : 1 5 | B . C H

── .✦ content warning : fem!reader, light choking, dom!chris, pinv (unprotected), use of 'good girl, babygirl', creampie lol

Stray Temptations ; Bbokicidal 4K Event

Proposal : Boyfriend Experience Staff Member Requested : Christopher Bang Meeting Time: 7:15 AM | Wednesday Morning

Note: The reader is attempting to apply for a job at the club in this scenario.

[Location : Main Office : 7:15 AM]

Your heels click against the black tile as you step into the office, away from the hard marble-like flooring and into the carpeted room that promises a brighter future. Or, maybe not brighter; Perhaps there was a better word to use, such as… decadent, or luxurious. His cologne had stained the room; Leather with a hint of lavender and spice. His desk is black as night; An equally dark marble slate sitting at the countertop and holding a monitor, a small stack of papers, and a few decorations such as a picture of himself and one of his staff members - someone he’s especially close with - as well as a small cup that holds scissors and a few all-too-fancy pens. 

Chris sits behind his desk, leaning back in the leather-padded chair. One arm drapes over the rest while the other sits forward against his desk, a pen twirling idly between his fingers. “Sit,” he says, his voice rough and heavy.

You can’t help but feel like he’s already pulled your clothes from your body as you sit in the chair opposite his desk. 

Chris’ body pushes forward, his elbows coming to rest on the desk and his hands move over the stack of papers. He sets them aside so they’re out of his way - so he can see as much of you as possible from where he sits. “I heard you’ve spoken to the staff; Discussed wanting a job here with our Assistant Director.”

“Yes,” Your reply is unsteady; Your voice wavers and Chris’ words feel as though they pierce right through your own with how sharp and precise they are. “I’m just looking for a job. Any position, really, I’m not picky, I just -”

“Mhm,” he hums, his eyes wandering slowly away from your own and down towards your lips as you babble on about just wanting a source of income. “I’ll be honest,” He starts to cut you off, tired of hearing you speak when your mouth could be put to use in much more entertaining ways. “I’d like to see for myself if you’re fit to work here.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. “See for yourself?”

“I’m sure you’re very aware but this isn’t just a normal job. You’ll be under a lot of pressure working here - Your job is to satisfy the clients no matter what they need, so long as you’re comfortable.” His brow quirks. “You need to be able to keep up. And who better to test you than myself?”

Chris stands slowly from his chair, rounding the desk that separates the two of you. He stops in front and leans himself back against it, hips perched perfectly against the edge as he reaches to you. His thumb brushes over your jaw.

“Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

You shake your head. Of course you are - This is the owner of the club you’re applying to, standing in front of you like a predator staring down it’s prey and ready to strike at any moment. Your heart is slamming in your chest and apparently your nerves are visible on your expression despite the shake of your skull.

“Bold enough to lie to me.” His body bends at the hip, leaning down so his lips can capture your own. His tongue slides over yours in a way that tells you everything you need to know; He hasn’t even confirmed that you’ll be working for him and yet, he already owns you. Chris lets his hands fall to your sides, gently coaxing you up and out of the chair you’d settled in, and as he guides you to switch places with him your resume lands untouched by him atop his desk. Long forgotten and probably to never be looked at. If you passed this ‘test’ you were sure to get the job.

Your thighs settle against the edge of the deep marble and the owner’s hands come down around your thighs, gently pulling you up to sit atop it as he pushes in between. “This attire,” Chris breathes heavy against your lips, his eyes glancing down at the white button up and the too-short pencil skirt hugging your hips. “A perfect mix of showing you mean business while also proving you’re quite the slut,” Chris hooks a finger in the garter he’d caught sight of earlier just beneath the hem of your skirt, snapping it against your thigh with a smirk.

Your gasp is like music to his ears when his hand pushes further beneath the fabric, his fingertips brushing slowly over the sopping material between your legs.

“You want this job bad enough to be soaked,” He chuckles. “Is that a part of you showing me you’re fit for the position or did I just happen to do that to you?”

You breathe heavily, lashes fluttering in an attempt to regain your consciousness. You feel like the world is blurring around you with how close he is; His suffocating cologne, his shoulders blocking the view of the door with how broad he is. You whimper, glancing up at him. “Take it or leave it.”

“Just be a good girl and keep your legs open for me.”

His words catch you off guard as they’re accompanied by a smack to your outer thigh, the man standing between them sinking down to his knees. He pushes the fabric of your skirt up to bunch around your waist, his eyes darting to meet your own as he leans in. His breath is hot as it fans over your skin - and just the feeling of him so close to you makes you moan.

His finger hooks into the fabric of your panties and pulls them to the side before he allows himself to indulge. It’s as if he wants to learn and remember every inch of your pussy, his tongue stroking over your entrance broad and flat and dripping with spit that pools under his chin against his desktop. Chris breathes out again, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit before swirling around the bundle of nerves while he listens to the sweetest sounds falling from your lips.

Chris looks up just in time to see your head falling backward in awe, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You fall apart quite easily,” He teases. “Are you going to come just from the feeling of my tongue?”

It’s a bit embarrassing how quickly the pressure builds within you; His hands come to hold against your hips, pressing you down against his desk to keep you still for him as his tongue lathes over you again before dipping into your entrance to get a better taste. It makes him moan this time, and each time he dives in for a little more - pushes a little further - you end up whining as the tip of his nose nuzzles right against your clit.

His tongue continues flicking over your clit even as you come against it, the man greedy with the way he laps up everything that threatens to drip onto his desk. He stands slowly (and by God, he sort of regrets getting on his knees. This carpet sucks ass…), his mouth glistening with your essence and his eyes dark with both want and need. He’s greedy, alright; Downright selfish for putting you through this.

“Still up for taking the position?” Chris quips, his smile brief but genuine as he leans in closer to you. His hands press into the desk on either side of your hips as he listens to your ragged and shaky breathing as you try to bring yourself back to reality.

Your words betray you - Your mind fails you. Nothing comes to your senses as you look up at the man between your thighs, nodding slowly in response to his question.

Chris can’t help the way his smirk grows as he leans in closer, so close to your ear that the whisper that falls from his lips makes you shudder and tremble at the invisible tone promising ecstasy. 

“Perfect,” He sighs, “Because we’re not quite done yet.” His voice is a low growl against your ear, “Be a good girl and strip for me.”

Chris steps back just enough to allow you to do so. With the skirt bunched against your waist, you opt to leave it there and instead just push off your panties and the garter that he had revealed a while back. Your hands fumble with your top, ripping open the buttons in a haste to please the man before tugging off your bra as well. 

Christ never allows his gaze to leave you, his pupils blown wide with lust. “What a good girl, listening so well for me..” he murmurs, eyes tracing the curves of your body like he wants it to be sat on the shelf in his office - Like he wants you to be his greatest possession. “Now put your hands behind you for me.”

You obey, your eyes burning holes into his own with the way you hang onto every word - waiting for the next command and ready to prove yourself to him; You’re fit for this job, you know it. You lean back on your hands, your thighs parting on instinct for the man standing between them. You know what he’s going to ask and you beat him to it.

“To be honest,” Chris sighs. His belt is undone with just one hand and it seems like a skill he’s mastered over time. “I could have hired anyone for this position. But you,” His voice held a soft growl, “You walked in here and I just knew I owned you before you even asked for the position.”

His cock slaps against his abdomen, leaking and wetting his button down as his hand pumps the length slowly. He strokes himself almost lazily as he looks you over, taking in the sight before he allows himself to dive in. Yes, he’ll admit it now; He likes to edge himself a little. “Ready?”

God, as if you weren’t ready for it the second you walked into the office. “Yes.”

“You can do better than that.”

Your breathing hitches. “I want your cock,” You gasp. “Please.”

His cock stretches you out damn near perfect. Thick and heavy, he pushes into you with care. Of course, he’s going to ruin you; But he does care about your comfort - even if he puts on a stoic expression and acts as the ‘big bad boss’ lingering around the club.

Your moans echo off the walls of his office, desperate and craving more. He can’t do much else for you, considering he barely gives you time to adjust before he sets a brutal pace. His thrusts are deep, the desk creaking once or twice beneath you as it bears the weight of his hips slapping into your own. You’re almost sure he’s going to bruise your thigh with how tight he’s holding onto it.

Chris breathes heavily, looking up at you as his hair falls over his eyes and obscures his vision. Even then, you’re beautiful; Wrecked against his desk and whining out mumbles of how good it feels.

His hand slowly trails up your body to find your throat, pulling you just a tad closer to he’s sure you’ll hear his next words. “You’re mine now,” he growls, leaning in closer to you and letting his eyes narrow as if it’s almost a threat. No, not a threat; A promise that he won’t ever let you down if you choose to stay. “Do you understand?”

You opt to nod in compliance. You can’t trust your words; You know your throat will break if you try to speak.

“All mine,” Chris sighs out the words as his head tips back, baring his throat to you and allowing you to lean forward and kiss at the skin that begs to be marked.

Before you even have a moment to think about sucking into his skin, his hand pushes further down your thigh and his thumb finds you clit - rubbing tight, harsh circles to coax you closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby.” He demands it of you, his voice holding nothing but greed and possession.

The instant your walls tighten down around his cock, his cum floods against your walls and your cries of delight only push him further. He sinks into you as deep as he can, his hips flush to your own and he shoves himself balls deep into your pussy. His teeth sink into his lip to choke down his own sounds of pleasure with the want to hear you better.

The only sound that breaks the silence is your breathing, heavy and ragged as it mixes with his own pants of pleasure. He’s satisfied and he’s sure you’ll be happy as well.

Chris leans in, his lips slowly brushing the tender skin of your temple as he hums.

“You start on Monday.”

-

[Location : Main Office : 9:32 AM]

"Son of a bitch-!" Maxine stumbles towards the office as she pulls her blazer on, sliding one arm into the sleeve and then the other as she tosses her clipboard between her hands. Her free hand falls to the doorknob of the office and pushes it open, her body freezing in the doorway.

The room reeks of intimacy.

Her hand slowly falls from the doorknob as Chris looks up from his desk, the pen stopping against the paper he signed. He quirks a brow, curious in the woman's frantic behavior. "Can I help you?"

".. You have a meeting this morning; A proposal request, a... girl who wanted to apply for a job," She starts, glancing around the room; The stack of papers are in a different spot, the photo of Chris and Minho is tipped over as if it had been knocked into - or knocked off it's stand by the ridiculously hard rocking of his desk. "But I'm beginning to think you had a meeting this morning and I just... missed it."

"You missed quite a bit." He admits with a chuckle, setting his pen down and folding his hands together under his chin. His elbows push into his desk as he smirks. "Don't fret over it; The interview went wonderfully and she'll be starting on Monday. So you'd best not be late any time next week."

The woman nods, lips popping apart. Okay - A new hire. She could handle that. "Yes, sir." She takes a step back, ready to leave the man to his doings and not wanting to bother him any longer; He was a busy man, after all.

"Oh - and Maxine?"

Chris' quip catches her off guard and she pauses, looking back just before she closes the door behind her. "Yes?"

"Take good care of her." His eyes linger, softer than she'd seen them before - if she were honest. "I'd like for her to stay a while."

The woman smiles, glancing down before nodding and peeking back up at her boss. She hums, "Yes, sir."

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happy warm mouth wednesday friends 👄

walk with me and picture: a post bisexual awakening world — where either tommy doesn't exist or he and buck just kissed and that's it. nothing else. no relationship — but. post bisexual awakening buck, who is considering the fact that being bisexual means sleeping with men. and, he wants that, of course, but it's new to him, so, naturally, he gets in his head about it. and he's like well what if i'm bad at it? what if i don't know how to do it? what if i'm not good at giving blowjobs?

and, this, crucially, is the most upsetting part, because buck loves going down on people — on women. he prides himself on it. he's good at it, like, really good, AND it's just something he loves to do. like he could literally get off on just going down on a girl — not just because he's getting off on giving to his partner and making her feel good first, but also because he just genuinely enjoys the act itself. and so he's like well. it is fundamentally different with a man, it is something new i'll have to learn and — what if i'm bad at it? what if i don't like it?? i don't think i won't like it, but i don't know! and i won't know until i do it! but also i can't be like mid blowjob and realize i hate it!! that's terrible!! and so, in true buck nature, he is toootally spinning himself out about this.

and the thing is — he and eddie never really got detailed about their sex lives with each other. like, eddie would know that buck was sleeping with his girlfriends and buck would know that eddie was too, but outside of like the briefest of mentions of that they were never the sit down with a beer and describe in detail the play by play of the night type of guys. they never really talked about it, and they never really talked about why they never really talked about it either.

but. here buck is. talking about it. even if it is only hypothetically speaking here, but still. it's a lot more detail than eddie is used to. and he— well. buck is painting a picture. and eddie is— not lacking imagination. so he is picturing. and he is. getting hard about it. but eddie is trying so hard (hah) to be a Good Friend about this, and offer advice and keep buck from spiraling further. only— he opens his mouth and what ends up spilling out is "you can practice on me." and it. cuts buck's rambling and his pacing off completely. and he just stares back at eddie, blinking at him like he isn't so sure he heard him correctly. but, oh, he did. he did.

and so. yknow. Practice Blowjobs happen. and after the first time, naturally, it ends with eddie telling buck it was good, really good, but he trails off in a way that suggests there is a but (and, there isn't, not really, because buck WAS really good, actually. but eddie's brain is already two steps ahead trying to figure out a way to make it happen again.) and so buck goes "..... but?" and eddie goes "well. you know, you've got to keep practicing. to keep your skill up. it's like. it's like a muscle, y'know. you gotta keep using it so it doesn't deteriorate. and you don't want your um. blowjob muscle, so to speak, to to deteriorate." and buck is like "mhm mhm you're so right. absolutely. yes. yep. yeah" and eddie's like "welllll. if you ever need a practice buddy........" and buck is like "mhm mhm right. absolutely. yes. yep. yeah."

and OF COURSE it keeps happening.

and i am thinking by like the fourth or fifth time it happens maybe, eddie — in his brain — is like well. actually. what if. what if i wanted to try it. because like. buck makes it look fun. and y'know. it's always good to expand your repertoire. to learn new skills. you never know when you'll need them. mhm mhm. totally normal thought process here.

and so the next time, after they finish, buck sits back on his haunches and wipes his hand over his mouth (obscene) and looks up at eddie with those big eager eyes and he goes "so, how was it?" (because they have Kept Up the "this is for skill practice and improvement" thing) and this time eddie is like "well. it was good. but i was thinking. what if. what if i showed you. um. exactly what i like?" and bucks like "um?" and eddies like "yeah. yeah! i could. y'know. show you. exactly how i like it. so you know. for next time." and bucks like "show me?" — and like he thinks he knows what eddie is getting at here, but also, there's no way eddie is getting at what he thinks he is getting at. that's like. way too good to be true.

but it is. true. and eddie just nods and goes "yeah like. like." and he mimes a blowjob (because he is. a DORK. but also because this feels too precarious and he can't bring himself to actually say blowjob, out loud, in the context of himself. but not because he's scared or ashamed or confused or anything. but because he's just. excited about it. and that makes him nervous but like. in a good way)

and buck is like oh. oh. and then nearly swallows his tongue in his haste to agree like "oh yes yes uh huh sure absolutely that would be. i am a visual learner hah. you should— yes. you should yes. definitely."

and that is how eddie gets his practice in too.

and of course, they are not together yet and they think this is Totally Normal Boy Bestie Behavior — exchanging blowjobs for practice — and they are both catching feelings (or, becoming aware of the feelings they've already caught, really), and recognizing that this is a Dangerous situation, because it's just practice to the other, but it means something more now, to both of them, unknowingly to each other!!

[hhhhunty]

Redwall Piece supernovas lineup! I am going to yap about them under the cut, but if you want to enjoy just these drawings that's fine! 😊

Okay okay! So, some of these we've seen before but honestly I didn't talk a lot about my assignments and I want to and you know what it's my blog and I should indulge myself! I'll go in order :)

Alright there's fox hawkins, who I've posted before! My reasoning for this one is pretty simple - foxes in redwall are tricky, yes, but they also tend to be seers and fortune tellers! I felt that suited Hawkins' vibe very well. Honestly his is a pretty simple assignment.

Next is Zoro and Luffy and I'm partial to them so here's a picture of just them. Zoro is a badger, and Luffy's a weasel.

Zoro's was the biggest no-brainer of all time. Even if you don't know Redwall I think badger suits him as an animal. In redwall they're generally immensely powerful, somewhat solitary, and most importantly some of 'em have got a very fun affliction called bloodwrath, where when they get very angry in the heat of battle their eyes turn blood red and their vision is overtaken by a red haze and they go totally berserk! Yay! I really like that for Zoro. There's the fun stress revolving around loss of control along with his intense need to protect his friends. Also, his stripe is green. Why? Maybe he rolled in grass. Maybe it's mold. Maybe he was born that way. Yes, Sanji makes fun of it.

Now, Luffy. Luffy's a weasel, and in Redwall the creatures have... archetypes, sort of. There are "Vermin" and there are "Woodlanders" and for the most part these roles are bad and good respectively, with very few grey characters, or characters who break this mold. Weasels are always, always, evil. Now I'm not an elementary schooler so I'm rejecting that, to an extent. Luffy's more textbook selfish, here, and probably a bit more of an asshole, too, but he hoards his friends just as obsessively as in canon! He's less sympathetic towards people he doesn't know, too. Also, I can just imagine him flopping down and twisting and running circles around all his friends and I think that's very cute.

Killer and Kid!!!

So, originally, I had intended to make them both rats. However it was brought to my attention Killer is based off a yokai called kamaitachi, which is a weasel with sickle claws. I liked that a lot, so I sort of channeled it here. His punishers don't spin, but still they're fun. I made him look much more like a stereotypical cartoon weasel than I have for any other mustelid I've drawn, because I really liked the vibe for him.

As for Kid, he just makes a fantastic Massive Rat. Rats, of course, are pretty much fully evil in Redwall, unless they're too stupid to be evil, which happened one time across 22 books. That's fine because Kid is pretty evil. Pirates in redwall are all vermin, so I felt making these pirates vermin wouldn't be so bad.

Drake and Law!

Honestly Drake was mostly just my gut instinct. He's a redhead. Squirrels are red. Squirrels also make pretty brave warriors it seems. They're also "good" creatures, which I think works well with Drake's whole SWORD deal. That blue looks very nice with his orange fur in my opinion. I adore how he turned out.

Law I've drawn before. He's just such a great ferret. Yes, ferrets are evil. But Law's a little evil too so that's fine. I actually gave him his hat this time, good for him!

Bonney and Bege!

Bonney is a hedgehog. Why? I liked it. I think Bonney being able to roll into a spiky ball is fantastic. Hedgehogs are "good" creatures, of course. Also I love her i love her so much. Her spikes are pinkish because well I wanted them to be. Whoever guessed Bonney and Kuma were the badger father and adoptive hedgehog daughter yeah you were right. I'm normal.

Bege's a shrew! Most shrews are "good," with a handful of exceptions. They usually run in groups of a bunch of shrews, generally on rivers. I also took some inspiration from that one shrew from zootopia because that felt somewhat similar.

Lastly, Apoo and Urouge!

Apoo I've drawn before, he's a goose! Some geese have funny poofy feathers on their head. He has that. The brown is not feathers, but rather something kind of like hair extensions, made from... I dunno. Something brown, obviously. Apoo honks at people and chases them and he's really annoying.

Urouge was.... hard. He's the only supernova without much screentime. I wanted him to be a bird but my options were limited... so I settled on a sparrow. Why? I dunno. They're pretty good warriors so he has that going for him. I think visually he turned out cute even if his species choice feels the weakest.

That's about all I have to say thank you. Any questions or comments or suggestions? Send me asks!!! I never shut up!!!!

[basu-shokikita]

Lingerie

I got a little inspired seeing these pics on twitter yesterday, so of course I wrote a Skwistok thing about it. Credits to user omggghiii on Twitter and thank God for corsets

Toki stared at himself in the mirror in quiet consideration. His fingers lingered over the pink fabric, palms tracing over the outline over the corset. It was the opposite of smooth or even nice to the touch, instead sturdy and tight on him. 

His eyes traveled downwards, amazed by the way his figure had transformed under the piece of clothing. His slim but toned up torso was now curvy, waist so cinched he couldn’t believe it was his. And his chest appeared so voluptuous under the bust, giving the impression it was a really fine pair of lady boobs. The idea made him laugh. 

“Wowee!” Toki let out, allowing himself to pose a little in front of the mirror. Wanting to see his back as well, he twirled, seeing himself almost unrecognizable from that angle. Not only did he have a feminine silhouette now, but the backside of the matching panties made his butt look unusually round, too. And, while normally the idea of looking like a lady would be less than appealing for him, witnessing it in real time was completely different. “I looks cutes?”

The lingerie originally wasn’t meant for him but a sexy gift he acquired for Skwisgaar to use during one of their secrets sleepovers. 

Unfortunately, Skwisgaar wasn’t as keen as his partner.

“Euh, what ams dis?” Skwisgaar had groaned upon being handed the items.

“Wells…” Toki hid his arms behind his back, smiling shyly. “I gots you a presents…”

“Presentks?” Skwisgaar was skeptical as he inspected the undergarments. “Eugh, you donts wants me to wears dis, roights?”

“Wells…yes?”

“Toke, dis ams for goils.”

“Noes, I gots yous size-”

“Dat ams not what I means.” Skwisgaar stood tall as he approached Toki, that usual expression of condescension in his face. “Ladies use dis. Ams not a ladies.”

“Buts-”

Clicking his tongue, Skwisgaar gestured to Toki to stretch his arm and dropped the clothing back on his palm. “No buts. Takes dis backs.”

Toki gazed at the wrinkled lingerie in his hands and sighed sadly. “I just thoughts you woulds looks goods in its….”

“Pfft." The line on the side of Skwisgaar’s nose grew more pronounced. “Dats stupid. I always looks goods.”

“Hmm…” Toki glanced at the wide mattress in his lover’s room. “Soes, the usuals?”

Skwisgaar smirked. “You knows it.”

And then they fucked like rabbits. 

“Stupids Skwisgaars…” Toki put his hands on his hips, inspecting his own bosom with delight. “This ams totallies brutal.” Giggling, he stroked the lace adorning his breasts before catching his face in the reflection. “Oh! Does I know you from some place?”

As if summoned from the pits of horny hell, Skwisgaar appeared from behind his shoulder. “Whys, ja, I believes you does.”

“Aah!” Toki’s fist impacted Skwisgaar’s face instinctively before his brain processed who it was. “S-Skwisgaar?”

“Eugh!!” Skwisgaar whined, covering his face. “What the fucks ams wrongs wif yous Toki…” His words came out muffled behind his hands.

“D-Don’t scares me!” Toki crossed his arms defensively. “What ams you doings here anyways?”

Skwisgaar massaged his nose before checking his hand for signs of blood. “Eugh…wells, I saws a pretty ladies in Mordhaus so I hads to says hello.”

“You dids?” Toki tilted his head. “Whos?”

Skwisgaar shook his head with a snort. “I means you, Toki.”

“Oh.” He belatedly understood the compliment, self-consciousness dawning on him. “You likes it?”

“Yous kiddingks?” Skwisgaar pulled him closer by the waist, the other hand running its fingers down his mane. “You even gots a ponytails.” He smirked with lascive eyes.

The proximity caught Toki off guard. “I just didnts wants mine hairs to gets in the way of tyins the corsets..”

“Porfeckts for pullinks too…” Skwisgaar mumbled, smoothly closing the space between them. However, before their lips could connect, Toki pulled away. 

“I thought you thinks it ams stupids.” He smirked, hands pressed against Skwisgaar’s shoulders to keep him at distance.

Skwisgaar’s brows furrowed together in apparent confusion. “Me? No ways.”

“Ja, you dids! When I brings it for you the other days-”

“Heugh- I don’ts remembers dat.”

“I does, you was means and and yous- ams you laughins?”

Poorly, Skwisgaar hid his mouth behind his fist. “N-Noes.”

Toki was offended. “You remembers! And yous tryins to fleshlights Tokis-”

“Heugheugh, fleshlights sounds abouts rights.” Skwisgaar said, wrapping his arms around Toki again. 

“Hmph!” Toki pursed his lips. “Liars.”

“Oh, come ons, Toki,” Skwisgaar smiled at him, hands unsubtly placing themselves on his butt. “You looks so, hows you says eugh, doables right nows.”

Unable to stay mad, Toki grinned at him. “I does, rights?”

“Ja…” Skwisgaar said, aiming for his lips again but Toki put a finger between then.

“Buts I gots a conditions.”

“Whats?” Skwisgaar asked, though from his gaze alone it was clear he was hardly listening. 

“Next times you wears whatever I wants, no complaints.” 

“Fines.” 

“No takebacks.”

“Okeys.”

“Okays.” Toki repeated with a smile. 

Skwisgaar smiled too and then picked Toki up in a brief display of strength before dropping him on the bed.

And then, they fucked like rabbits, of course. 

[vulpixisananimal]

[A: 4 C: 81] - Past

[(Saffron)]  {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ =Socks= 

<. . . . . . . . . You steel yourself, and step out into the clearing where their little camp was made. For a few moments, the only sound in the air is the wind. You break it.> “. . . . Percival.”

“Siffrin.”

“Merlon.”

“Stargazer”

“. . . . . . . Pétronille.”

“. . . .” <She doesn’t meet your gaze, instead her tired eyes are fixed to the ground. She sighs.> “. . . Hey, Siffy.”

<The silence returns, despite your best efforts. After a few more moments, Perci gestures to a spare stool.> “Please, sit. I ah. . . I hope the journey was. . . Pleasant?”

“It was fine.” <You walk over and sit.> “. . . Percival, are you reading my thoughts right now?”

“A-ah, yes, right.” +Good call, he pats down his pockets looking for something, before Merlon passes him a 3D puzzle. He takes it.+ “Thank you, for the reminder.”

<You squint at him.> “Of course, I would hate for you to accidentally forget about your single most infuriating skill.”

<You see his face crack into anger for a fraction of a second before he relaxed.> “Siffrin, I truly did forget, forgive me.”

“I doubt that.”

“Stargazer, please.” <Merlon speaks up, putting a hand on Percis knee.> “. . . Give him grace, please. I’m sure you remember our last encounter, yes? You can imagine the. . . The stress.”

“. . . Fine. I’m sorry.” <Someone else talk already.>

“. . I, accept your apology, Siffrin. . . A-and, er . . .” +Perci takes a breath and looks up at you.+ “I. . . realized after you er. . . Met, my former tutor I have. . . Blood- Siffrin, I’ve been ableist towards you and Ramos and I am sorry.”

“Huh?!?” +You blink at that, what? Huh? What?+ 

“I was. . . taught that people like you, systems, are. . . W-well, broken.” +He looks to the ground.+ “I didn’t mean to be discriminatory, but I have. And I am sorry.”

“. . . . Uh.” +You look to the side, awkwardly.+ “I-I, uh, didn’t notice it?”

“I insulted you when we fought.” +He sighs.+ “I believed what you are was something to be. . . fixed. In fact it’s what led me to think, doing what I did to Ramos, was the right thing to do.”

[(. . . . What a crab.)] “You buried them and made Ramos ‘normal’ because they were ‘broken.’”

+W-well at least he’s recognised it now. He nods.+ “Yes. And that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.”

“. . . Apology accepted.” +You shake your head, letting out an awkward laugh.+ 

“. . . Would you like some soup, Siffrin?” +Merlon motions to the covered pot.+ “Cream and potato, poison free.”

“Heheh.” +You fiddle with your hands, you are kinda hungry. . .+ “U-uh, i-if, it’s not a bother or drain on your resources or. . .”

“Oh it’s no problem at all.” +They stood, grabbed a spare bowl, and lifted the lid off the pot. Steam rose from the soup, and your stomach growled.+

+They filled the bowl and replaced the lid, before handing it to you. You take it with a smile.+ “T-thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Siffrin.” [(She hummed, and returned to their seat. You’re really going to just, eat that. Aren’t you.)]

+Of course? They offered??? You take a moment, blow on the soup, then eat a spoonful.+

+. . . WHOAH!!!+

“This is really good!” +You beam.+ “D-did you make this?”

“O-oh! No, no.” +Merlon chuckled, then gestured to Perci.+ “I can’t do much more than bread on toast in the kitchen; this is all Cicis work.”

“Wh-”

“Ha!” +Perci grins in your direction.+ “I am a man of many talents~”

“H-hah, yeah, I, w-wow. . .” +You look back down at your bowl, and take another spoonful.+

[(We should stop. Who knows what they could’ve put in this soup!!!)]

|No no, eat.|

[(Are you out of your mind?!? How can you trust-)]

<Quiet. We’ve already taken one bite, the second would be just as deadly.>

[(FINE.)]

+You scarf down the food, but try to not go so fast you choke. Once you’ve had your fill, you set the bowl to the side.+

“. . . . Oh blind it all.” +Merlon sighs and rolls their eyes.+ “Siffrin, Nille told us what happened between you two. If you two would like to talk about it in private, then-”

“No.” +Nille interrupts, still looking at the ground.+ “It’s, fine.”

“. . . N-Nille?” +You look at her.+ “. . . I-”

“I’m sorry, okay?” +She says with bitterness.+ “It’s, it’s done. I’m sorry. It was stupid. Can we move on now?”

+?!?!?!?+

[(Well! That’s not healthy.)]

<Saffron saying something’s not healthy? Unheard of.> “Pétronille, I’m, I’m sorry but we can’t just, move on-”

“Watch me!” <Finally she looks up at you.> “I’m sorry, okay! I’m an idiot! I’m stupid! I’m the moron who keeps making everything worse! Wow, another rash decision from Nille that ruins everything! Who knew! Change, you should probably just stand up and walk back to your family since CLEARLY you’re a better sibling for Bonnie than I am!”

“N-Nille, no-”

“No what?!? I attacked you! I probably even killed you multiple times in the process, but I don’t even know!!! Ha! And now they all know, too! I can already see Bonnies face if I go back, crabs, Isabeau might just kill me on the spot!!! Ha! HAHA-!”

“Nille!!!” <You snap.> “They don’t know.”

<Her voice catches mid breakdown.> “. . . . W-what?”

“I didn’t tell them.” <You look down.> “They think it was a sadness.”

“. . . . . . Why?” <She talks softly.>

“. . . Because. . .” +You can’t look at her.+ “. . . B-because, I deserved it.”

“SIFFRIN?!?!?”

“S-stargazer!!!” 

“Blood, Siffrin!”

+You hold up your hands in defence.+ “I-I mean I- I kinda did?!?!”

“No!” +Nille glares at you.+ “You were crabbing scared of talking to me for this VERY REASON!!! Why the hell should you- uhhrggGGHHH.”

+You hide in your cloak collar.+ “. . . S-sorry?”

“Whatever.”

|. . . We. . . need to bring it up.|

+I-I know, I just. . .+

[(I’ll do it. You breathe in, and out.)] “There is one thing. It’s to do with Bonnie.”

[(You see her breathing slow, she talks in a whisper.)] “. . . What happened?”

“. . . Well.” [(Stars.)] “I got a heart attack soon after you left, and after about ten minutes, I die. Unfortunately, I was unconscious for the entire thing, so when I died, time rolled back right back to when I was still unconscious.”

“What?!?” [(Merlon stands up.)] “You, you created an Auburn Paradox?!?”

“A what?” [(Perci cocks his head.)]

“A situation in which a wish can only be fulfilled by the breaking of said wish.” [(They explained.)] “It was coined by, by, by. . . . A-ah, nevermind. Still, Siffrin, how?”

“W-well, the others in the party would just do the same actions each loop as nothing changes. But. . .” [(You look at your friend, then away.)] “But, Bonnie. . .”

[(You hear a sharp inhale.)]

“. . . It took around thirteen hours, broken into ten minute chunks.” [(You shakily breathe in, and out.)] “They saved my life.”

“O-oh, oh my god.” [(The Carpenter voice is quavering.)] “A-are, are they okay?!?”

“Th-they’re okay, physically.” [(You still don’t look at her.)] “Mentally? I don’t know. But I’d bet my two silver coins it’s not good. A-ah, and we’re. . . Tied in level now, too.”

“Fuck” [(You finally steal a glance. She’s looking up to the sky, face a sickly pale shade.)] “I. . .”

“Oh dear.” [(Perci stands up and walks over to Nille, taking off a newly made glove as he does.)] “Siffrin, I know how this looks but please trust me.”

[(Before you can even respond, his shaking hand is on her forehead, and you can smell the wave of mint that follows. You stand, but pause at Merlons commanding glare. . . What do we do?)]

+W-well, considering they haven’t, done anything bad to her yet. . .+

<They would have mind controlled her by now anyways. This is either genuine, or bait. Either way, don’t fall for it.>

[(Okay. You slowly sit down and watch him intently. After a few minutes of silence and concentration, Percival breaks his hold, and steps back, sweating. Switch with me again.)]

+O-okay! You watch as Nille blinks a few times, then leans forward in her chair, letting out a rush of air.+ “C-crab. . . I-I. . .”

“Pétronille?!? W-what did he do to you???” +You’re gripping your legs in anxiety.+

“I. . . J-just- Change I dunno, feel like I’ve gone from a five mile sprint to asleep in a blink. . .”

“You were spiraling, so I had to manipulate the amygdala, the part of the brain in charge of panic responses, and force it to stop.” +Perci explains.+ “It’s for, ah. . . Should I. . ?”

+Nille rightens herself, glances at you, then away.+ “. . . G-go on, tell him.”

“Of course. So. Merlon and I found Pétronille earlier tonight, and as soon as we got to her, she collapsed.” +He clears his throat.+ “We couldn’t just leave her, so we revived her and agreed to turn back to reunite you all. But as you can see we had to make camp; for her health.”

[(You give him a side-eye.)] “That’s. . . Very kind of you.”

“There’s no excuse not to be kind.” +He replies in a tired tone.+ “After finding out what happened and taking a look in her mind— and only a look —found that she is. . . Well, in the same state that I induced in Madame Odile; her sadness is breaking down her walls.”

+You shudder, looking at Nille with a wide eye. She glances at you, then away, again.+ “. . . Gee, thanks for the delicate explanation, Perci.”

“Sorry, delicate is hard for me right now.” +He huffs.+ “But, that’s what that was. I’m helping keep that sadness from getting stronger and clawing its way out.”

“. . . . . I. . . See.” +You shudder, and bite your lip, thinking about what to say before settling.+ “. . . Thank you, both of you.”

“It’s our pleasure.”

+. . . . . The silence returns. What, do we. . .+

“. . . S-so, about, going back to camp.” [(You straighten up, and turn to the Carpenter.)] “I. . . I-I would like you to come back. With me.”

“Come back?” [(She glares at you.)] “I’ve already crabbed it up beyond repair.”

“No you haven’t.” [(You half-smile at her.)] “You were scared about what Bonnie remembered, a-and I didn’t talk to you about it and just pretended it was fine. I’m, sorry.”

“You don’t-” [(She cuts herself off, then takes a breath.)] “. . . Bonnie’s gonna hate me.”

“You would be surprised.” [(You chuckle, rubbing your arm.)] “It might take time, but they’ll understand. I promise.”

“. . .” [(She sighs.)] “. . . I’ve been burned on your promises before, Sif.”

“I know.” [(You look down.)] “But. . . I’ll try to not make this one so flammable, okay?”

“. . . SNRK-!” [(She laughs, as do the Historians)] “Changedammit- stop making me feel better!”

“Sorry, not possible!” [(You laugh)] “But, really, I’m sorry. You’re our friend, and, our family. And. . . I, I would like to have you back. Please.”

[(The Carpenter looks down, leaning on her knees. After a minute of thought, she snuffles, and nods her head.)] “. . . Ha, hah. . . A-alright, I will.”

+YESSSSSSSSS!!!!+

|O-oh thank the stars.|

[(Phew)]

<Nice work.>

“In that case.” |Perci sits up and stretches.| “We’ll clear our. That is, if you two think you can make it back to your group.”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” |Nille looks up.| “Let me help clean.”

“Oh please no.” |Merlon stands.| “You are our guests! Guests don’t clean, simple as that.”

“But-” |You start to protest.| 

“That’s final, Stargazer.” |They smile warmly at you.| 

“. . . A-alright. |You relent, and stay seated. Stars. . .|

[(Perci starts getting up to help also, but Merlon just puts a hand on his shoulder and forces him to sit again. They don’t have much to pack, anyways. By the looks of it, they had barely set up camp by the time you arrived and probably wanted to have dinner first. You glanced around the small campsite, you’re still wary of the Monets.)]

[(But. . .)]

[(. . . You look at Nille. She looks. . . Better.)]

+. . . . . W-we should, ask, shouldn’t we.+

|M-maybe. . .|

<I won’t.> 

[(I. . . Can’t.)]

=. . .=

+Stars FINE. You wait until the two are done packing their things away before talking.+ “Perci.”

“Hmm?” +He looks up from what he’s doing.+

“. . . I. . .” +You sigh.+ “. . . I don’t want us to fight anymore.”

“. . . Blood.” +He lets out a relieved sigh, and you see his shoulders relax.+ “You beat me to it.”

“Wh-???” +You look up.+

“I like you, Siffrin, Rosmarinus- If it’s alright if I call you that.” +He smiles at you.+ “While it’s been a. . . Pain, knowing you have some information that could help with our project. . . I think enough, is enough.”

“Please.” +You let out a sigh of relief.+ “I, I, I-I don’t know what I know that could help. I have a few ideas b-but. . . M-maybe I can, let, Ramos look in there to let you know o-or I could, tell you what I know it’s just. . .”

“It’s hard to trust a stranger, borderline villain?” +He laughs.+ “Oh trust me, I know~”

“R-right.” +You nervously rub your shoulder.+ “B-but, but I know that the others will want to make you promise not to mind craft random people, s-so, I don’t know. . .”

“I see.” +His smile fades a little, but is still there.+ “We. . . After what happened with Ramos, I don’t think I’ll do anything as drastic. A light mind read here, a little dive there if they deserve it, but I won’t change people.”

“That’s. . .” +W-well. . . It’s, better?+ “. . That’s, better. As long as you’re being responsible with what you learn, then, I-I guess that can work.”

“Cross my heart.” +He taps his chest.+ “Ha. Still, I doubt your companions will want to see either of us. We could wait in Dormont for you all?”

“S-sounds fair.” +You stand up, then glance at Merlon.+ “I’m guessing you want to see the King, don’t you.”

“. . . I do.” +Merlon gives you a soft look.+ “He is, was, one of us. I don’t know why, but. . . I would like to see him in his frozen state. Even apart from the implications of his last words.”

|”I remember it, I remember it all. . .” . . . . You internally shudder.|

“I, I can understand that.” +You dust off your cloak and shake out your hair. Then look to Perci.+ “Then. . . We’ll see you in Dormont?”

“We’ll see you then, Siffrin.” +He chuckles, his exhausted gaze giving away his relief. He holds out a hand.+ “Promise.”

+You reach out a-+

“Ah! Wait!” +Perci shakes his head, grinning, and slips his glove back on before extending that hand again.+ “Don’t want any slip ups now, do we?”

“O-OH!” +Whoops! You reach out again.+ “H-haha, right.”

+The two of you shake hands.+

+Your shoulders relax. Finally, stars. . . It’s just, over with. You don’t need to worry about these blinding historians anymore! Sure, there’ll probably be a lot of explaining, but that’s okay! As long as you weren’t fighting, you could take all the time you need.+

+You grip his hand firmly, and smile. It felt good, honestly, finally getting this over with. It made you feel all. . . All good inside.+

[rainfallwrites]

Did anyone ever consider the fact that each character that takes on the task of proving heliocentrism always ends up acting contrary to their prior beliefs after having encountered this theory?

First, we see Rafal, who believes in rationality - that which is rational is also beautiful, as he likes to say. All this talk about ignoring emotions was true until it simply was not. After meeting Hubert, the boy moved by the other man's words, decides that there is something bigger, something more important than living logically(=normally), something that was worth his life and everything he had lived for up until then.

After that, we meet Oczy who is eventually joined by Badeni. Oczy, who had previously thought of this world as ugly, is moved enough to place hope in Earth and its wonders, attempting to see it in a new light, again, even if it cost him his own life, very insane given his pessimism that he would express to Gras. The one who preferred heaven over this Earth, had chosen to bet everything on said Earth even if it meant ascending to hell.

Badeni had been wishing to find "a moment that makes life special". Needless to say, that was heliocentrism for him so things are slightly different when it comes to him. He had been on the search for something big prior to the events so for him, it was mostly about 'What makes this moment truly special'.

Badeni, having found his special moment, what changed for him was the means in which he approached the matter. Determined to prove the theory himself, instead of pushing everyone away and using them for his own benefit like he said, aka selling out Yolenta or destroying all research data on heliocentrism for only he deserved credit, he ended up doing things that he never pictured himself doing.

He left evidence for the next generation. Let alone that, he left behind Oczy's journal. What was logical about that? How was this beneficial to him? He could have left Oczy to suffer the torture but, having been through similar punishment himself, he realized that this is not the way to do things. That the matter was out of his hands and that giving up does not mean denying what is important to you.

Yolenta is a bit different from all the rest. Solely because of socially imposed stereotypes, she could not move the way she wished to when she was young. She did not change her behavior having been met with the heliocentric theory but rather, she was convinced of her inspiration to protect this knowledge, whether she would live to see the day did not matter as much as that.

The girl was always hesitant, unlike the others, she needed time - years that is, to accept that the treatment towards her was not fair at all, making it her goal to make knowledge more accessible to people like her and to the world in general. Though, most importantly, to accomplish a goal she had since childhood - publishing under her own name that is.

She had always doubted but as we can see, the years had passed and we meet her now; she is not that shy girl of back then. Yes, it is true that it had been many years but the life she had lived was not an easy one. The girl who always doubted her actions appears before us convinced of her every choice.

I would like to add that I may be a man but I grew up, fortunately using my brain, to know that women have always been in the workforce and academia. They seriously always have. You just have to dig up the info a little bit or, even if she is a known person, her life would have been miserable or cut short. I know things like that occurred in the past, where people died young but anyone can see that women, who have always contributed to all fields, have been mistreated in the course of history and today as well.

Yolenta is a really good example. I am a scientist and so I have happened to read about the history of it. I can not even begin to count the amount of times where scientists, who are women, make an astounding discovery only to not be rewarded or for their name to be erased or downgraded from its rightful place. It is shameful. Also, for some reason, society wants people to believe that women are now worse off than in previous generations since they can "now" work - which is of course, false. Women have always worked and studied. Thinking otherwise dehumanizes them. They have always had passions and dreams.

Just like Yolenta, who wished to publish. She wanted her name out there in the world, to leave something behind. Every woman that made history is Yolenta.

(I may talk on this account about Rafal and Badeni a lot but I have such a soft spot for her, I could not even properly rewatch the scene where the guy tells her he submitted her treatise under his name. Time skip Yolenta is also inspiring, I was moved by her firm stance towards the world. She looked stronger than anyone else on the show.)

All in all, let us all keep doubting and believing in ourselves, the world and the people around us. It goes a long way.

[chocobochaserstories]

Sephiroth’s “Pentacle”

And why yes, I am aware that that’s a real word. We’re not talking about the talisman. We’re talking about @salternateunreality2’s headcanon of Sephiroth having a tentacle for a penis (penis + tentacle = pentacle). And Salty, I hope you know this progressively got more cursed as this project went on.

(Diagrams under the cut. No I cannot draw, we’ll work with what we’ve got here.)

Warning now. NSFW under cut. (:3)

Figure 1: Sephiroth’s Pentacle anatomy, sagittal cross section.

General differences between Sephiroth’s reproductive system and that of a general male’s are the obvious lack of a penis and the substitution of a tentacle. This is a result of J-Cells (Jenova, gross.). The tentacle was close to general penis size as an infant, and minus the “odd” shape, Hojo didn’t pay it much mind. It wasn’t until he began to enter puberty that the tentacle began to actually resemble a tentacle more and underdeveloped male genitalia less.

The tentacle, as it developed, began to become prehensile, and this is when the tactical ridges began to develop. The tactical ridges are what give the the tentacle not only its prehensile properties, but also the nerves in the ridges give Sephiroth the ability to discern his surroundings via tactile feel (Talk about getting to know your partner intimately).

Figure 2: Transverse cross section of the pentacle.

The musculature of the pentacle is primarily musculature, with very little adipose tissue. Like a typical human penis, the pentacle is vascular and erection is triggered by a rush of blood flow to the area.

And of course, the crack-brained headcanons:

Sephiroth has tactical (I realize I spelled it wrong on BOTH diagrams so… no I didn’t.) ridges over suckers to preserve Genesis’s rectum. Y’know, since suckers are traumatic and the rectum, being membranous tissue, is pretty sensitive. I imagine that’s more painful than pleasurable. Plus that’d be a really awkward visit to medical.

Sephiroth didn’t realize his “friend” was prehensile at first. He just figured it was growing with the rest of him, and that’s pretty normal. It wasn’t until he was trying to shower and he reached down to pick up his shampoo that he realized, as his pentacle was handing the bottle to him, that maybe this wasn’t quite what the anatomy book explained it was.

No, Hojo didn’t waste time to give him the talk. He gave him an anatomy textbook and walked away.

After reading that book was when Sephiroth realized “huh, yeah no my penis isn’t supposed to look like that.”

Genesis actually fainted out of shock the first time they had intercourse. Well, they hadn’t actually done anything yet. He got jumpscared by (in Salty’s words) Sephiroth’s Trouser Snake being a little too much of an actual snake.

When Genesis came to, he actually tugged on it. I mean, they were teenage boys. Teenage boys prank each other. Maybe it was a dildo in Sephiroth’s boxers to mess with him. It was probably Angeal’s idea. It was very much real.

Genesis was actually slapped in the face by the pentacle, and not in the sexy way. In the “Sephiroth’s appendage has a mind of its own thanks to Jenova” way. Sephiroth apologized, Gen was flabbergasted. The mood was kind of ruined after that.

It took several weeks and Genesis been afraid to even touch Sephiroth’s belt to try that again. Genesis had the (only slightly) irrational fear that the pentacle would slither up and hit him again.

This also makes condom shopping a fun game as y’know, condoms are typically made for a completely different shape. Also what size would that even be? Generally penises don’t taper into a point and have significant grooves on the end, you know? Count on Genesis to find an “Adult” store that sells condoms specifically for tentacle dildos. Though if those get discontinued, they might be a little screwed.

Sephiroth also wears special boxers and a protective cup in his SOLDIER uniform due to the odd shape that doesn’t match the standards that usually go into producing SOLDIER protective gear. And of course, First Class Sephiroth wears the tightest freakin’ pants.

[heathersapples]

EMMA D'ARCY & OLIVIA COOKE "House of the Dragon" FYC Event at Saban Media Center (March 6th, 2025)

[rockpaperscissuhs]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

JOSEPH "JOE" RAMIREZ

Born October 5th, 1921, in Nebraska

Died April 8th, 1988 (age 66), in Martinez, California

Joe Ramirez enlisted in September 1942 (age 20) in San Francisco, CA, and he trained with Easy Company at Toccoa. Holding the rank of Private, he served in Normandy, Holland, and Bastogne. He was hospitalized in January 1945, and discharged in July 1945. After the war, he was married for many years, and had children and grandchildren. When he passed away he was buried with his wife, who had passed away 11 years earlier. Further information about him is scarce, but the brief character profile in the Band of Brothers series bible describes him as Mexican-American, and his personality as "sensitive and nervous."

Appears in Episodes 1, 3-8, and 10; portrayed by actor Rene L. Moreno

Sources below

A million thanks to @bleedingcoffee42 for tracking down this info for me!

[firestorm09890]

OCD I feel is a good demonstration of how the fine line between “sane” and “not” isn’t even a line at all, it’s more like a big gradient or maybe even a big nebulous sphere we all exist in.

Someone with anxiety (relatively normalized and tbh romanticized these days) might fear crowds because what if they are seen and scrutinized and judged? And maybe some breathing exercises and rationalization might help- maybe the phrase “everyone else is too worried about themself to judge you” might actually do something, if they can truly internalize it. Someone who experiences delusions (very much demonized) might fear crowds because they know that each of their thoughts will be broadcast and everyone else will witness them and mentally converse with each other about it. It WILL happen and nothing can convince them otherwise.

And then OCD (often misinterpreted as being less of a disorder than it really is- see "letting the intrusive thoughts win"- so someone’s condition being worse than everyone expects is generally poorly received) might cause something that can be placed somewhere in the middle- they fear crowds because what if there is a mind reader amongst them? And they tell themself that that’s ridiculous because mind readers don’t exist and if they did we would know by now but what if? And they tell themself that there is an easy way to tell if mind readers exist in the vicinity- if they scream really loud mentally and someone reacts, that means they do exist. If not, it’s probably safe. And therefore periodically they must think a sudden scream, not too often so as to not be predictable, and oops! Now it’s a compulsion attached to the mindreader obsession and they can’t handle going without it. Maybe it gets even more elaborate over time as the strength of the rituals fades, like, oh, one scream is not enough, it must be done three times to really be sure.

Do you know how common it is for those with OCD to have schizophrenia (the idea of it) as an obsession? Surprisingly common- or perhaps, not so surprising, considering the culture surrounding saneism and that perceived harsh line that divides the “normal” people from the ones with psychosis. Everyone thinks it could never be them, because they are two entirely different categories of people, right? For OCD, someone might latch onto an obsession they know is ridiculous except they can’t get themselves to stop taking it deathly seriously and so they wonder, am I slipping? Are these really thoughts a sane person could have? And so they remind themself that people with psychosis do not regard their delusions in the same way they are regarding their own obsession, and so, no, they can’t be slipping. And thus frequent personal reality checks become the compulsion. Idk what the point of this post really is, maybe it's just that instead of a checkbox you either check or don't, sanity is more like a color picker thing

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Customers

I am back! And we are still with Ccino :D @spotaus drabble required tag <3

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Ccino snaps out of his staring as someone else stands before him impatiently. Ccino pulls up his best customer service smile and gets to work.

The line is long but it is for the better.

Keeps his mind off the damning newspaper that got delivered to him.

He makes his way throught the line easily enough though. Even if it is busier than usual. And with cross universe customers too. Which sucks for different reasons.

an Alphys and undyne walk up to the counter to return their things. Ccino takes it with a nod and a good day wish as he goes to wash them.

The Undyne speaks "hey... so... I know people have been... rude to you about the whole... letting the gang stay and stuff?"

Ccino rolls his eye lights as he cleans the glass "That are just rumours. I just said that we can't speak for reasons who gods that we don't understand."

Undyne huffs but ALphys mutters "Sorry... the news that Dream had been wrong was... shocking and well... people need time to process it adn stuff..."

Ccino puts the things away and crosses his arms "Anything else i can get you?"

Undyne glares "What the hell man? We are trying to apologise."

Ccino sighs "your apology misses the words 'I am sorry.'." and he stares at them.

Undyne glares but ALphys stops her before speaking again "We are sorry... YOu were right... most of us never understood what the gods did and why and assumed a lot... I am sorry... I am also sorry that the only way people were more open to it was... well..." she eyes hte newspaper before shooting him a smile "must be rough... never being able to at least tell him that you didn't judge him."

Ccino's grip tightens on the cup. Don't react.

the two fianlly take the clue to leave and do as much.

Ccino lets out a sigh in relieve and his sight finds the newspaper again. THe headline is clear as day.

NIGHTMARE PRONOUNCED DEAD.

Ccino glares at it before turning it over. Maybe he can use it to light the fire place later or something.

There is no way he is dead. Those idiots just gave up searching or looking out for him. Ccino can know. he actually read the whole piece instead of just the headline and figured out that they never found any clues that could prove he had died. They are just assuming he died because they hadn't seen any hints of him living anywhere.

Ccino knows this to not be truth. Mostly because Dream would at least tell him that Ngihtmare had died. they have an understanding after the last time they met.

Ccino huffs and looks at one of the cats "You would think they would learn a thing or two about assuming things." the cat just nuzzles his hand.

"Yeah people tend to keep assuming stuff."

Ccino jumps and turns around quickly. He hadn't heard the doorbell ring.

Before him stands another him. Blue hoody. pink slippers. black shorts. white eye lights. pretty much a blank slate of how most of them start.

Okay no that was rude. That is a bad way to think about it. Ccino met Classic. he is a great and helps sneak him quite a few supplies.

Ccino smiles brightly "Didn't hear you come in! sorry for that. what can i get you?"

the other, Ccino will just think of him as Sans for now, looks at the menu and hums before looking bakc at him "I don't want something off the menu."

Ccino raises a brow and keeps grinning "The adoption process can be started at any moment. mister....?"

Sans grins wider and tilts his skull "the skeleton. obviously."

Ccino can't help but snort "Why is that joke always funny?"

Sans looks rather smug "because it is. and here i was afraid customer service killed your humour."

Ccino sighs "oh trust me. it is tryin and testing me daily." he pets one of the cats that has gotten near "the cats make it worth it though."

Sans nods and leans on his fist "can't help but notice the little notice on your bullet board. the one about dream having messed up? What is the deal with that?"

Ccino frowns but figures out what this guy wants. curious dude it seemed who just wanted to learn stuff. Ccino shrugs "figured it would be good to keep the notice up for others."

Sans raises a brow "That is all?" He sounds... disappointed... maybe.

Ccino can't help but be a bit unnerved. this guy is really hard to read for some reason and he can't quite figure out why.

Ccino shrugs "I mean. It is also nice to see mister perfect mess up for once." ccino doesn't even fully mean it anymore. After Dream and him sat together and spoke?

ccino has more sympathy for him.

But Dream is also the reason Ccino isn't seeing Ngihtmare anymore and that shit still hurts and he is just worried about the other.

He really needs to get somekind of help because he is feeling protective over a god. that can't be healthy.

Sans chuckles and nods "Wiht that i can agree. Still weird that people would just think tiping the balance that badly would end well." he snorts and leans on his fist.

Ccino relaxes a bit and nods "exactly! Like. Sure i don't like being sad more than any other person and it sucks if bad things happen to you. but sometimes stuff jsut doens't go well and sometimes bad things happen! And i would honestly much prefer the ability to get pissed or sad about it over just the whole 'oh well! It could be worse!' attitude the whole time." it just sounds exhausting.

Ccino sighs and rubs his cheek "sorry for that." a glance.

Sans however doesn't seem bothered. those eye lights seem more intent for a moment and ccino feels himself freeze.

like a prey in the sight of a very very dangerous predator.

than the moment breaks and sans grins.

It is weird. he never actually did anything different with his eyes or anything. it was just the air around them. charged with danger. it is hard to explain.

Sans leans back "well it is nice to have some people agree with my unpopular opinion." he shrugs before poking the face down newspaper "what about the big news?"

Ccino huffs "i call bull. there is no way he is gone." he doesn't want to believe it. and unless he sees the dust of him himself or saw a video of him dying and actual solid proof Ccino will keep denying it.

Sans tilts his skull "you sound very secure. met him before?"

ccino almost answers honestly but pulls hismelf back. this is a stranger. and if anyone else knew that nightmare visits this place? No that is too much of a risk. Ccino wants this place to stay fully neutral and give his friend the ability to return here if he needs it.

Ccino shrugs "nope. never met him." ccino had gotten pretty good at lying.

sans just stares at him.

ccino just stares back. don't continue speaking. showing nerves can be a sign he is lying, which he very mcuh is, and he is trying to not get caught.

sans sighs "shame. i bet he would have liked the support."

ccino frowns and stares at sans "why do you say that? he had his whole gang right?"

sans looks a bit smugger and shrugs "still. he worked with those right? Must have sucked to be trying to fix soemthing for the good of the whole multiverse and yet have everyone curse you out and want you gone."

Ccino frowns and rubs his arm "yeah..." he imagined that before. there is a very good reason he was always excited to have nightmare visit. to have him take a seat and just drink and eat as the cats grew brave enough to attack the tendrils.

eventually nightmare would bring a book with him to read. and the few times ccino caught him having fallen asleep in the reading chair with multiple cats all over him.

yeah...

ccino has no doubt it was terrible for him.

sans nods and ccino shoots out of his thinking. fuck what could the other have seen on his face.

Sans stretches "anyway. i should head home. nice to meet you ccino." he waves and walks towards the door.

Ccino watches the other exit. he pulls up a hood and takes a sideways step through a portal that just opens for him.

weird.

Ccino frowns as he suddenly realises he never introduced himself. both himself and his guest. yet his guest did know his name.

Maybe he heard it from others or-

Ccino looks down as his hand suddenly touches somethign. a letter and a bunch of gold coins.

Ccino counts out the coins first and notices it is enough to cover a coffee and little pastry. yet the other never ordered anything?

next he grabs the letter. it is closed with a little seal with a crescent moon on it. He opens the letter and freezes.

Hello. there is someone who would like to talk to you and we think you would also like to talk to him. If you are open to speaking with him. Make sure your shop is closed for the public tomorrow. make sure the curtains are closed. In short? Do what you would normally do if NM visited you. Just make sure to do it over a whole day. If tomorrow this isn't done? We will assume you have no interest and move on. If anyone is there who shouldn't be or if you tell anyone about this? We will move on and assume you have no real interest. See you tomorrow Ccino.

At the end a small crescent moon image again.

Ccino feels his soul and head spin before he rushes to his printer and snatches a paper. he quickly writes down that for personaly reasons the store will be closed for the next day, and he makes sure to mark it with the actual date as well.

He puts it on the window of the door before rushing back to the counter and rereading the letter.

This could be a trap. He should contact the stars.

But honestly? He just wants to hope this is exactly as it says it is. He just really wants to see his friend again.

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Hello Journal.

I am still getting used to writing in this but today was a good day and I had some big feelings again. And Dusty did say it helps to write those down.

The feeling didn't happen today but a few days ago. We were outside relaxing in the nice sunlight as we took our times to check the grapes. Oh I was with Ror that day.

Anyway. Suddenly Killer came running over looking very happy. Aparently the multiverse had decided that with how inactive i had become I probably died. So they declared me dead.

I didn't even know Killer went out into the multiverse still. I don't like that, I am afraid he will get in trouble but aparently that isn't something i have to worry about anymore.

When I first heard the news? I was happy. It was such a relieve. People will really leave me alone. For real this time.

The others were happy as well, I could tell! Cross cheered and picked me up to hug me while Horror sighed in pure relieve. Dust had nodded and offered we could celebrate by going to the tavern and enjoying our night there.

Then... I got sad all of the sudden. It confused me. Why would i be sad? Everyone would think i was gone. everyone would really leave me and my dads alone.

So why would I be sad? I wasn't even sure why and my dads didn't either. They thought it was about Dream and well... Dream always brings up complicated emotions but this was different.

Then I finally remembered. I remembered one of the few universes i liked to visit myself. It kinda felt like i got busted? When I told them about Ccino and his cafe. The spot i could just be for a while. Just exist without anythign important. kinda like a self imposed time out.

I hated that i told them. I sounded so ungrateful! Like i still wanted more. So i told them it was fine and i know why we are hiding. It is straight up for me after all. to keep me safe because i am weak and useless and-

No. Cross said not to let those thoughts run free. There. crossed out. much better.

Anyway... yeah.. I felt bad about it but they said they would look into it. Like they do when we plan to visit Dreamtale for the graves.

Well, that is it for now. I am still not sure how to sign these off... so... bye i guess? Until the next part. - NM

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[commander0fmyheart]

[feroshgirlsims]

I can already tell I'm gonna be extra in 2025 since I made a fake movie poster for Brytani Cho's last comedy tour 💀

(in my lore, Baako Jang is big enough to be a headliner featured on the poster, but Johnny Zest is not)

(lol, I already made a poster of this and a billboard in my game, and I have certain theaters that are offering screenings bc I am unwell)

[microwave-core]

do you ever think about Cogita? I do. A lot. There was probably so much beauty in her life, and could be again, but in the end she'd lose it all and be alone. Again. Setting their bones adrift upon the river.

Dawg, I think about her all the time. I keep writing sentences and deleting them because it's just. She's one of the those characters where I have so many thoughts but when I express them it just comes out as "yeah I think she's neat. Definetely not seething and biting and running up the walls thinking about her". Anyways here's a really scuffed and also old and crusty doodle. Also don't worry about what's in the tags I'm having a normal one.

Actually do care because I guess I reached the tag limit or something. The point I was making after it cut off is that all three of the Cogita blurbs I've written have had titles named after tracks from the Super Paper Mario OST because I love that game and you should go play it.

[if-we-are-free-tell-me-why]

every time I hear someone say "oh you have to listen to Dear Evan Hansen it has such good mental health representation" I cry in Next to Normal

[eri-pl]

My dear mutuals, I just realized something.

So, there's been talk recently about breaking Papita out of Mandos and I suppose more of us may need help at some point... but we need one fundamental thing if we are to be able to save one another from some terrible prison (or, idk, recognize each other in a supermarket...):

we need to have a song in common

Like, seriously, the default scheme for breaking someone out from somewhere is: character A start singing, character joins them, character A finds character B and gets them out. Except...

I'm not sure there's any song I could sing together with any of you.

We need to make a list of songs that we all know well enough. Seriously.