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lostinlads · 8 months ago

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Delicious Desire

Synopsis: after a heavy makeout session, xavier finds out that you've never been eaten out. he takes it upon himself to bless you with his mouth

Tags: xavier x afab!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, no use of y/n, smut, porn with little plot, not proofread, not edited, xavier is a MUNCH, eating out, fingering, first time, not virgin mc, use of pet names (angel, beautiful, bun), tongue fucking

Words: 2.1k

a/n: this is my first smut fic i have written in a WHILE so please be kind as i find my footing again! but shout out to my horny xavier moots on twitter for making me want to write this bc i wasn't going to do one shots for a while. anyway xavier is a munch that man is a slut and i love his ass sm! thank you for reading!

ao3 | kofi

Your relationship with Xavier was still pretty new, so many beautiful firsts with each other that will forever be engrained in your mind.

This morning was no different.

You two spent the night at his apartment, binging movies and snacking all night until the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms on his soft bed. Waking with the soft morning rays on your face, your boyfriend already awake with his head resting on your chest, fingers drawing small circles onto the flesh of your stomach.

Sweet nothings said between the both of you, enjoying each other's company.

Until you find yourself on his lap, mouths working against each other as you thread your fingers through his feathery locks. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you in place as you slowly grind your hips against his. Your mind growing fuzzy, getting drunk at the feeling of Xavier's lips on yours, the way he nibbles at your bottom lip before sucking it. The fluttering deep in your stomach never ending at every small movement under you, his hard cock growing larger with every move you make.

Xavier breaks your kiss, his lips trailing down your neck before sucking at the sensitive spot at the base. A moan slips from your lips, earning a satisfied hum from him, vibrating on your skin only making your head spin more. This wasn't the first time you've been in this situation with him, heavy make out sessions were inevitable with how whipped he is for you. Him knowing exactly what buttons to press for you to sing so sweetly for him, it drove him insane.

"Bun," Xavier nearly whined against your throat, your hips bucking slightly at just his voice alone. Fingers tightening in his hair.

"Hm?" You hum, words failing to form on your tongue. He nips, another gasp fluttering from your lungs.

"Wanna taste you," He mumbles, hands gripping your sides as he guides your hips against him, making you feel how fucking strung out he was on you. You blink, confused. Eyebrows knitting together as you try to piece together his words through the thick fog in your mind.

"What?" He groans, lips still abusing your neck as you feel his hot tongue lap at your skin.

"Please let me eat you bun," He begs. "You're driving me insane, please let me." Xavier thrusts his hips up to you, grinding his hard cock against your clothed heat as if to show you just how much he wanted this. You pull back, a whine leaving his lips as he loses contact.

"Uh-" Cheeks flaming, you don't meet his eyes. This was... unexpected to say the least. You weren't new to sex, having lovers in the past, but none of them ever ate you out before.

"If you aren't comfortable, angel, we don't have to," His hand coming to caress your face, thumb brushing your cheek softly as he reassured you. It's not that you didn't want to, you just were inexperienced.

"No, no," You start, shaking your head as you finally meet his awaiting eyes. Fuck, those eyes. Pupils blown wide with lust and want, glossy and searching as he waited for you to answer. "I just haven't... before..." You trail off, hands gliding over his clothed chest, heartbeat pounding against your skin. Xavier is silent for a pause, eyes flicking between yours as he takes in your words.

"No one has ever eaten you out before?" He almost sounds offended for you. You shake your head, heat from your cheeks stretching to the tips of your ears.

"No, it's never been brought up," A small smile grows on his gorgeous face as his hands run down your sides, gripping your plush thighs.

"We'll just have to change that then."

Xavier flips you over in a fluid motion, him looming over your shocked body as his eyes grow dark. Your boyfriend quickly strips of his shirt, tossing it behind him somewhere in the room. He looks starved, almost ravenous as he leans in, lips to your neck again. This time his assault isn't as graceful, needy and sloppy as he drools on your skin as he makes his way down to your chest. Hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingers grazing your skin as they roam over your stomach and waist. You arch your back, hot breath panting from your mouth as he makes his way down your body. Wetness pooling between your thighs as you feel the all too familiar tingle.

"So pretty for me," He mumbles against the soft skin of your exposed stomach, placing a soft, delicate kiss to it before he settles between your thighs. His hands run down, slowly spreading them as his eyes stay locked on your clothed heat. The only thing keeping him from his meal is a flimsy pair of sleep shorts and your soaked underwear. His pupils dilate, almost consuming the blue of his beautiful eyes. Tongue darting out as he swipes his lips, saliva glossing in the morning light. You wanted to drink him in when he looked like this, already so ruined for you and nothing even happened.

"May I?" Fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts, eyes flicking up to meet yours, pleading. You would pause time if you could, stay in this moment to stare at his face forever.

"Yes," Voice nothing more than a whisper as you breathe the single word out. Without a second thought Xavier pulls the shorts down your legs, eyeing your weeping cunt through your soaked panties. He groans, hands spreading you further as he leans in.

You gasp as his lips brush your inner thigh, hands fisting the sheets. He places a soft kiss to the fat of your thigh, then another, peppering your skin with the most loving caresses.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, angel," He moans into you, pulling back so his face is right in front of your heat. The scene in front of you unfolds in almost slow motion, Xavier leaning down, lips placing a soft kiss to your clothed clit. Your stomach jumps, breath hitching as his tongue flattens, licking a stripe up your panties.

"Smell fucking divine," His tongue diving back in to lap at you through your underwear once more. A soft whimper leaving your lips, snapping him out of his high, eyes dancing over your face. You pull your lip between your teeth, nibbling on it as you sit under his intense gaze.

Xavier pulls down your panties, an agonizingly slow pace almost as if he wants to tease you. You watch the obscene string of your cum connecting your cunt and panties snap. He sucks in a breath as you lay bare, exposed to him. The cool air hits your slick heat, a chill running down your spine as goosebumps rise in its wake. Xavier swears under his breath, air fanning over your cunt making you squirm. You could see the last of his control slipping, fingers digging into your skin as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He would be the end of you today.

Anticipation wells in the pit of your stomach, wanting nothing more than his tongue pleasuring you, to experience why he craves it so bad. You wiggle your hips, coaxing him to give in. Xavier's eyes flutter back open, looking only at your face.

"Eyes stay on me, beautiful," Before you notice the pink tip of his tongue poke through his plush lips.

He leans into his meal, fingers coming to part your lips as his tongue finally makes contact and-

Fuck.

A string of moans flows from your parted lips, back arching off of the bed again as his tongue licks again. Eyes never breaking contact with you, his lips come to wrap around your clit. He sucks greedily, cheeks hollowing as he moans. The vibrations ricochet up your heat, fluttering around in your stomach as your hands grip the sheets tighter, knuckles a ghostly white.

You feel the tip of his tongue add to the mix, lapping at your bud as he continues to suck. How were you supposed to last longer than five minutes with him working you like this? The coil hot inside you as you shift your hips, grinding your cunt on his face. You swear you feel him smile before he lets go, tongue prodding at your entrance.

"Oh my god-" You gasp, his saliva and your slick mixing together beautifully as his tongue glides into you. Xavier slurps, sucking down your spilling juices. You swear it's the most erotic sight you've ever seen.

"You taste so good for me, bun," Lips grazing your pussy as he speaks. He places another soft kiss to your cunt before he flattens his tongue, long strokes to your slit. His eyes never waver, locked onto your flushed face as he continues to pleasure you at an agonizingly slow pace. Wanting to saver you, your taste, your expressions, your soft fluttering moans.

Xavier's nose bumps your clit as he glides his tongue up, thighs twitching as your eyes roll for a split second before snapping back down to his blushing face.

You couldn't help yourself, hand releasing she sheet before reaching forward. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging softly at his scalp earning a beautiful grunt from the man devouring you. Sweat shining on his forehead, plastering his hair to his face, the light blond locks turning darker. You've never seen him like this before, so lustful, so needy. It tightened the coil deep in your stomach, a heavy moan flowing freely.

His tongue glides back down to your entrance again, sliding between your gummy walls.

"Oh my god, Xav," You gasp, lungs not getting enough air. Hips grinding on his face, wet tongue burying deeper inside of you.

"That's it, bun," Breathy, fucked out voice blessing your ears. "Fuck yourself on my face for me." You couldn't help yourself, head falling back into the pillows as you buck, pressing his face further as you grip his hair tight in your fist. You were getting close, the wet sounds of his tongue fucking inside of you so deep bouncing off of the walls of his room, making your head so fuzzy. Mind going numb, the only thing you could think of is how you have gone this long without this pleasure before.

His nose brushes against your clit again, eyes rolling so far back you swear you could see your own brain. Hips lifting from the bed as you chase your high, wanting nothing to cum on his face. Xavier grinds hid leaking cock into the mattress, reeling in the pleasure he is gracing you with, getting off on that alone.

"Look at me, beautiful. Please, let me see your pretty fucked out face." Vulgar words you've never heard from him, voice so whiney you couldn't help but obey. Opening your eyes, glancing back down at him. You watch his hips hump into the bed, his lips wrapping around your clit before you feel one of his long, slender fingers fuck its way inside of you.

"Gonna... cum-" You manage to choke out, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as he adds another finger, curling just right to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

"Me too, angel," He moans, the sound so beautiful it buzzes in your brain.

The sounds of him slurping your leaking cunt becomes too much, his hair tickling your thighs, his fingers hitting in you just right. The band in you snaps, hips lifting from the bed, back arching as you cry out to him. His moans join yours, blue eyes half lidded as his noises vibrate in your heat. Your cum coating his hand, dripping down his wrist as his hips stutter before halting as he cums in his pants.

Xavier's fingers slip out of you as he rests his head on your thigh, lips and chin glossy. Your hand falls to his damp cheek, a lazy smile spreading on his lips. You couldn't help but be in awe, how ethereal he looks after he cums, your work of art.

"That was..." You breathe out, brain fuzzy as you try to find the words. He laughs, hand caressing your thigh.

"You did so well for me," Nothing but love and admiration in his soft voice. "Let's get you cleaned up so we can go back to bed." Wet lips plant a kiss to your thigh before he stands, a wet patch spread on his pajama pants.

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aipurjopa · 2 months ago

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i went on a rant on twitter earlier about the whole director stuff and im lowkey crashing out about it again but don't want to subject my poor twitter priv moots to me again so...

i know originally (read: after spoke's first s2 episode) i was yapping about how spoke could be working for the director/is the director, but the more we get into s2 the more i think the director is not at all relevant to both spoke and wemmbu, at least not in the way that the director is to parrot.

and also, the constant explaining away of character's actions as just "the director" has gotten really, really boring, and really really annoying. things like eggchan's actions during eggpire being "oh the director is doing this to him!" is, lowkey, the boring option that also just completely gets rid of egg's own agency. egg isn't just "wemmbu's sidekick" he has his own feelings and motivations and everything, yk? why not look at his actions in the context of that or whatever. idk. or like, spoke's attitude in 100 days being explained away as just "the director is controlling spoke!" is just so boring. like. c'mon.

the moment spoke's 2nd episode this season was in the same format as the first and did not even hint towards the director at all, that's when i sort of decided that yeah, spoke and wemm's povs will not involve the director the way parrot's does. i think that maybe the addition of more narration done in post and the newer formats are for... yt meta reasons? or for the sake of making unstable videos feel more like smp content from unscripted servers? or maybe there is an in character reason but if there is i don't think it's the director.

and like, i think the director is a cool villain! but i don't think it's spoke or wemmbu's villain. yk? and i think it's real fucking annoying when every character's actions is just written off as them being mind controlled (which, btw, there is like no proof the director has mind control powers ? for all we know bro is just paying off everyone who works with him.). yeah. um. anyways just rambling here so ignore me. also watch the next spoke/wemm video just completely disprove me. ok. bye.

#sketchy.txt #unstable universe spoilers #hi #twitter was only a tiny bit annoying after spoke episode sorry

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madamevirgo · 1 year ago

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Here I am, Here I remain.

Pairing: Lady Jessica x (f)reader

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Spoilers!!, angst, fluff, Chani

A/N: So, I was absolutely not planning on writing a sequel to this, but some of you started asking, and my brain started working, and this came out at 3:30am. There will not be a third part to this, but this is of course not my last Lady Jessica work. Also, note that there are spoilers in this. I have seen Dune: Part 2, 5 times already so it's literally engraved in my brain and on my eyelids. I hope those who wanted a sequel to this little story of mine aren't disappointed. Big shoutout to the person who submitted the original request. If you haven't already, follow me on Twitter so we can be moots and talk about our faves :) Happy reading.

Part 1

After that night, there had been a noticeable shift in your relationship with The Reverend Mother.

In public, you no longer walked five paces behind. It was more common to see you by her side or no more than a step behind, watching her back like a hawk. So much so so, that people had taken to calling you ‘The Shadow’ - the thought that people saw you as an extension of her, filled you with an indescribable amount of joy.

There was now a certain lightness to the Reverend Mother as if you were the missing piece to her complete acceptance of her new reality. She was quicker to laugh and seemed much more focused and involved in the fate of the Fremen. She had stopped talking to her belly so much as she turned to you, her confidante - sometimes you were more of a sounding board than anything, but you were more than happy to have her throw ideas at you if it helped her in any way.

In private, things had also changed for the better. It was rare for there to be silence between you two, times in private were spent telling the other of life before each other; and in her case, how she was adapting to her new role and life. She told you of her parentage, she now knew the identity of at least one of her parents, and you had shared how Stilgar had raised you like his own daughter. You had developed a complicity that surpassed friendship, but you also weren’t sure how to describe this thing between you. ‘Friendship’ felt both like a gross oversimplification yet anything else carried an aura of delusion. The lingering looks, the gentle touches exchanged and the comfort that she provided, brought forth feelings that you hadn’t previously experienced. Every moment spent in her company seemed too short.

It was because you had become so close emotionally, that it had been easy for you to notice oddities in her behaviour. She was more on edge, jumping at loud noises and snapping at the smallest thing. She also watched you as if you would disappear at any moment, which caused her to be clingy and on edge whenever you weren’t next to her. Pretty soon, you had concluded, that she had foreseen something.

You had tried to broach the subject: “I see that something is troubling you, my lady.” you had whispered one day while you ate in the communal space. “Won’t you share the burden with me, so that you might breathe a little easier, at least?” she had frozen for a second, a change barely visible to untrained eyes, before relaxing.

“I cannot say.” she had said simply before continuing to eat.

“You don’t deny that it is something?” you exclaimed silently. You had expected her to deny it. “Why won’t you tell me, it is clearly causing you to worry.” You were getting agitated now, and when you noticed some heads looking in your direction with veiled curiosity, you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“I have been cursed with knowledge.” she started slowly, quietly - collecting her thoughts as she spoke. “I see many different outcomes for many different decisions, and hear the voices of all those before me whispering in my head. I always worry, sometimes a bit more than usual. I can handle it, what I will not stand for, however, is you asking for things I cannot give.” You flinched, as she continued her rampage. “I cannot share everything with you; because sharing them will not do anything other than put a burden on your shoulder, a burden that I must carry alone.” she finished

“Bu-” you started

“Enough!” was the command that came out of her mouth. The sheer force of the order had your body recoiling and your mind spinning, forcing you into silence.

It took you a few seconds before you could regain your senses. You looked around in confusion, before setting your eyes on her, and the shock of the realization caused your eyes to open and your chest to heave. She had used the voice on you.

She had used the voice on you.

The communal room had never been so silent. Not even during nighttime, as there were always Fremen patrolling around. Yet, right now it was so quiet that you could hear your heart beating in your ears as your body felt hot with embarrassment, shock and hurt. You sensed a movement in front of you, but before she could say or do anything else, you had stood up and left. Not looking back, and avoiding the eyes that followed you out of the communal space.

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Stilgar and Chani were rarely, if ever on the same page. However, one thing that they could agree on, was that you were the best of them. You didn’t agree. Although you did try to control your anger, preferred to think before acting when possible and trusted until proven wrong, you could never escape the Fremen pride.

The Reverend Mother, Jessica, had in just a second, taken away your free will and reduced you to a puppet. And she did it in front of your people. You were shaking with silent anger, your fists were clenched, and your nails were creating bloody half-moon cuts in your palms. Had it been any other weirding woman - had you been any other Fremen - you would have slit her throat. Instead, you walked away to calm yourself.

Your steps guided you to your childhood home. You walked right in and slammed the door behind you, closed your eyes and leaned against it for support, before pushing forward with a harsh kick of your feet against the wooden entrance.

“What did my door do to you?” You meant to go to your room and ruminate in peace, but the voice of your father had you enter the living room where he sat on a cushion he used for prayer and meditation.

You stayed quiet as you paced up and down the living room, trying and failing to calm down. Never in your life had you been so angry.

“First my door, now my floor. What is the matter with you?” you heard Stilgar ask, still you didn’t stop. It was only when he grabbed you by your shoulders that you stopped and let out a growl-like sigh. “Come, let’s sit and you can tell me what has angered you so,” he said as he led you to the couch.

You suddenly felt like a child again, like when you would have a nightmare or the other children would tease you to tears and you would run to him. He would sit you on his lap and hug you in his big arms and make everything better, everything would go away.

Except now, you were an adult with grown-up feelings and responsibilities - and he couldn’t make this - whatever it was - go away. You still told him, about how you’d grown close to Lady Jessica and how she was worried about something, and how when you’d asked, out of concern, she’d used the voice on you.

You expected him to get just as angry if not more than you, but he remained calm and thoughtful.

Finally he said: “She said you were asking for things she couldn’t give?” he questioned.

“Did you not hear the part where I said she used The Voice on me?” you asked in exasperation before getting up and resuming your pacing.

“Do you know why I assigned you to her?’ he asked instead of answering your question.

“Because I’m your daughter and you trust me? Because I’m one of the best Fedaykin, because I’m a good diplomat? I don’t know father.” You snapped. He was angering you even more.

“Yes, to all these.” He agreed as you sighed. “But, the real reason I assigned you to the Reverend Mother is because she needs a friend and you are the only person I know who wouldn’t be judgemental, or rude. You would give her a chance before anything else.” He explained as you stopped your pacing to listen to him. “The Bene Gesserit see more than we do, because of their training. A Reverend Mother sees even more. She is cursed with all the knowledge of the past and that of the future while seeing all the outcomes possible. It’s a big responsibility.” He said lost in thought. “It makes for a lonely life. One I have forced her to live. I guess it was only right that I gave her something to help her out.” he finished.

“I can understand that, but that still doesn’t make up for her removing my free will like that,” You whisper as you sit next to him.

“You have to understand that pushing her won’t do any good, and although you wish to help yoheru carry this load - you can’t. The only thing you can do is be there for her - by her side - and wait until she comes to you,” he said

“When will that be?” You whispered

“When she’ll be ready,” he replied. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/n. You’ve been a very positive presence in her life.” he hesitated, “I believe that what hurt you the most is the fact that she said she might not be able to give you what you were asking for.” he started, “Perhaps you took it and applied it to some more…romantic feelings of yours.” he finished with a small smile, as I felt heat rush all over my body.

“Stilgar!” You exclaimed in embarrassment

“I may be getting old, but my eyes still work. I see how you’ve been around her. This will be something to acknowledge when you’re ready.” he finished and I sighed.

“Thank you, father,” You say with a soft smile, which he returns.

Our moment was interrupted by a loud noise that shook the entire yali, followed by screams. You were immediately on your feet as you rushed out.

Your heart beating widely in your chest.

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Chaos was everywhere you looked. Children and adults alike rushed to escape the Sietch or to find loved ones lost in the panic as you were being attacked.

You helped where you could, but you only had one thing on your mind, and that was to find Jessica. You wanted to believe that she had been rushed out by the fanatics of the prophecy, but you wouldn’t leave until you were absolutely sure. Why did I run away like a petulant child? You asked yourself. You’d never forgive yourself if something had happened to her.

You ran from corner to corner as you helped some of the men and Fedaykin lead the people out to the rocks outside. Stilgar wasn’t too far and was shouting orders for the people to stay calm as rushing would only make things worse.

You could see some bodies already lathering the floor as people passed you with missing appendages, tears in their eyes and their skin covered in blood. You probably didn’t fare much better - dust had covered your skin and your sight had been hindered. Still, you pushed through. I have to find her.

“Y/n!” You looked to Stilgar. “Get out of here!” He shouted and you shook my head, he sighed and you continued searching around for her, and helping people to the exit.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw a large boulder rushing towards a little girl who was crying and screaming for her parents. You ran, as fast as you could and swept her up in your arms and out of the way before the rock could hit her. A woman who must have known her, grabbed her from you, and you urged them towards the exit.

Still, you couldn’t find her, and the attacks didn’t stop. Most people were out, and you hadn’t caught a glimpse of her or even heard a mention of her name. Why did I leave her?

You suddenly found yourself on the ground as you were knocked down. You watched with blurry eyes, as you were trampled on as feet rushed past you. No one stopped to help you. Before you surrendered to the darkness, you heard Stilgar’s voice screaming your name, and your last thought was to Jessica. I hope she’s safe. Please be safe.

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You slowly open your eyes to darkness, and for a moment you were afraid you had lost your eyesight. You slowly sat up, every bone in your body protesting and looked around before letting out a sigh of relief. You were in a cave and could see and hear the hustling around.

You got up, your movements slow and tentative before walking out and into the desert. You could see the damage that had been done, people around you were crying, and shouting. So many lost, who had done this? You could feel anger resurfacing in you, and you were suddenly reminded that Jessica was still missing.

All around you, people were busy doing something as you looked for her. You noticed Shishakli some paces away and quickly walked to her. She noticed you and pulled you in a hug, only slightly hurting you.

“Thank the Maker,” she whispered as you closed your arms around her. “You scared me, Stilgar and Chani have been so worried. We all were,” she said as you separated from the hug, but her hands stayed on your forearms.

You felt a slight pang of guilt at not having spared a thought to her and the others.

“What happened?” You asked, your voice coming out hoarse.

“Harkonnens” she growled. “They used some primitive explosives on us. Caught us by surprise. We’re treating our wounded before making our way South. A council has been called.” She explained.

“Is Stilgar in any shape to speak?” You asked in concern, looking around for him.

“He looks shaken up, but he’ll be okay. I hear he’s pushing for Usul to speak,” she said and you looked at her in shock. Only leaders could speak in the South.

Surely - No. Paul wouldn’t. Of that you were certain. You had spent enough time with his mother to know what he was and wasn’t capable of. A voice in the back of your head whispered: Paul wouldn’t, but what about the Kwisatz Haderach?

You banished those thoughts. And focused on your friend and what you really cared about.

“Where is the Reverend Mother?” you asked, the concern and urgency detectable even to your ears. Without a word, Shishakli pointed behind you, where you could see two people standing at the very top of a rock.

“Her and Usul are discussing as she waits for her palanquin to be ready to leave.” You thanked her, before rushing towards the two Atreides.

You arrived as their conversation ended and Paul was leaving. He nodded at you in greeting.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, with a glance back at his mother. “Take care of my mother and sister for me, will you?” he asked as you nodded. The ‘with my life’ was implied. And he left, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You were left alone with his mother. You took a breath before looking at her, she was staring right back at you. Her eyes said more than you could understand. Something about the way she looked at you was different.

“I’m sorry,”

“I’m sorry”

You smiled as you spoke at the same time. “No, wait. I’ll go first.” you started. “I’m sorry I left like that, I was angry. I’m still angry, but I got so scared when I couldn’t find you. I looked around until I passed out, not kn-” You were cut off as you felt yourself rambling.

Jessica had crossed the small distance between you and pulled in a hug, her head resting in the crook of your neck. You held your breath for a moment, before wrapping your arms around her and breathing in her scent. You could finally breathe normally, for the first time since breakfast.

“I wish you hadn’t looked for me,” she whispered in your neck, making you shiver. “I had to be dragged away. I was so worried when the first attack hit and I couldn’t find you anywhere, I watched and waited for you to come out - and when you finally did...” she hugged you tighter, before stepping away and staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry I used The Voice on you, I shouldn’t have done that. I will never do that again. Not to you.” she whispered the last part as she cupped your cheek with her hand.

“Thank you,” You whispered, moved by her heartfelt apology and by the fact that she had been so worried about your safety.

She smiled before becoming more serious. “Y/n,” she started, and you looked at her prompting her to continue. “I-” A voice cut her off and you put some distance between you.

“Your palanquin is ready, Reverend Mother.” said a voice at the foot of the rocks, and she thanked the man.

“In the South,” she said with a sigh. “Everything will come to a head in the South; there, we will talk,” she said as she started her descent to the palanquin.

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Except you didn’t talk. Things had been too busy for you to have a moment alone, long enough to put your cards on the table.

She had become simultaneously more secretive and more caring. And then, Paul had died, and she had remained oddly quiet.

This was the woman who worried about him daily, while he was fighting with the Fedaykin, yet she stared emotionlessly at the pale face of her firstborn, while others all around wept. Your eyes widened in understanding when Chani came storming in, how not to believe when you are faced with the hard cold facts? Paul was the Kwisatz Haderach, the Lisan al Gaib, the Mahdi. And Jessica was not just a mere Reverend Mother.

You were in a trance as you followed Chani into a room that had been assigned to her. You watched as she walked around the room, her anger loud and clear.

“What are you doing?” you asked finally, pushing your thoughts aside to focus on her distress.

“I’m leaving.” She said as she pushed her clothes into her bag. “I will not watch as we cheer and support our new oppressor. Even if it’s Paul, the man I love.” she said angrily and she harshly wiped a tear from her cheek.

“I think that’s the problem,” you said softly.

“What?” she asked as she continued packing and you made yourself comfortable on the bed.

“The problem is, you love Paul,” you said louder as she looked at you. “You love Paul - that boy who has lost everything and doesn’t know who he is; you love Usul - the man you were trying to create, the one who was escaping his destiny. But are you willing to love the Mahdi, the Lisan al Gaib, and the Kwisatz Haderach?” you continued. “Are you willing to love and accept the person he has to become and the things that he has to do? Stand by his side?” Although you were speaking about her situation, the words echoed with you.

The weight of the responsibilities which lay on Jessica’s shoulders had only now become clear, and you found yourself thinking about your role in her life, about your feelings.

“What are you doing here?” you looked up at the cold words uttered by Chani and saw the object of your thoughts standing in the doorway. She was dressed down in a simple robe, with no veil obstructing her face, letting you see the tattoos which only served to enhance her beauty. She was beautiful. She was Jessica, not the Reverend Mother with plans within plans - just Jessica. Your heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the clothes thrown about and the bag nearly packed to the brim, before meeting your eyes for just a second and settling on Chani. “I came to thank you and wish you good luck in your ventures,” she said softly.

“I don’t need anything from you,” said Chani as she grabbed the rest of her clothes, before making her to the door. I got up to follow her and watched as she stopped next to Jessica. “I hope destroying your son was worth it,” she said angrily, before leaving. You tried to follow her out, but were stopped by a hand on your wrist, forcing you to look at the tattooed woman.

“Can we talk?” she asked in that same soft tone. You looked at Chani quickly retreating before nodding. You would catch up.

“What is it?” You asked in an even tone as you sat back down on the bed, effectively putting distance between you.

“Are you thinking of leaving with Chani?” she asked, not wasting any time. You stared at her. You were considering it, yes. But you also didn’t want to leave her. She must have sensed your indecisiveness. “I’m sorry if you were put off by all that I had to do, and what I will have to do in the future to ensure that the prophecy is completed. I wish I could say this isn’t me, but I’ve been trained for this my whole life, and this is what I’ve become.” she took a deep breath, “There’s been a lot of confusion in my head lately, but one thing I know for sure is that I love you.” she whispered and your heart skipped a beat. “I wasn’t prepared to love you, or anyone for that matter, but I fell for you and only realized when it was too late.” she paused as if to collect her thoughts. “I’m not here to beg you to stay or maybe I am, I’d very much prefer if you did; if only to keep my heart whole. Whatever the case, I had to say it: I love you. Not like I loved my Duke; it’s different but just as strong, if not more. There isn’t any obligation linked to my love for you, yet here I am, and here I shall remain, with my heart in my hands for you to claim - should you want it or not, it’s yours.” she finishes quietly and you stayed quiet as you took the time to process what she just said.

“You are Jessica, loving, caring, funny, sweet, gentle and sensitive. You are a Bene Gesserit, a Reverent Mother, you are the mother of the Kwisatz Haderach: you are driven, controlling, unrelenting, and secretive.” With each word, you took a step until you were right in front of her. “You are all that, and I love you. I will not always agree with what you have to do, or understand, but I will still love you and stand by your side. So here I am, and here I shall remain.” You said, echoing her words. “I will take your heart and cherish it - if you’re willing to take mine and do the same,” You said softly as you felt tears run down your face.

She looked at you so softly, and traced your cheek with her hand, just as gently, before pulling you impossibly close and whispering: “Your heart will be safe with me” before pressing her lips to yours in a searing kiss.

The road ahead was patchy, but you would walk it forever if it meant you could stay by her side.

#madamevirgowrites #dune #dune part two #lady jessica #lady jessica x reader #rebecca ferguson x reader #rebecca ferguson

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shijiujun · 4 months ago

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jitd jp broadcast notes eps 1-2

i had a friend who was livestreaming the eps for me bless her but otherwise...

ww is 100% region locked, you can't even bypass the geo restriction even with a vpn because ww knows you're on vpn, they will tell you that sir/ma'am you cannot access with a vpn on :D

technically the process is (1) sign up for an account (2) pay for the monthly subscription which is about 20 bucks a month (3) make sure your laptop timezone matches the japan timezone (4) be in japan > the last part is the difficulty and most of us can't bypass or cheat the system so it's a moot point - i did pay for everything up incl the subscription till the region part ;-; i knew it was going to be probably impossible, but i tried it anyway

EDIT: just saw someone say that it doesn't work on the website but it works on the wowow app on phone with the VPN so i shall try that next week since i already have a subscription

the timings of both the old ep. 1 and current ep. 1 are actually almost the same despite the seeming number differences; within the allotted time period like 15 min is dedicated at the end of the ep to a long round of advertisements - first ads to pop up after ep 1 was shl and cql lol

the only major differences are: (1) ending and opening sequences have new content; priest was credited up front in the opening sequence rather than not mentioned at all as with the youku version and they changed the art piece to the last supper in one of the art graphics (2) they lengthened some scenes by some milliseconds, very negligible (3) colour grading and filtering - the colouring is much better on the ww version and users did mention that they can actually see what's happening in the dark corners of some scenes finally as it was q dark previously

it is 100% hard-subbed; subbing and other teams/accounts on weibo are working real hard to erase the hard subs and provide chinese subs etc. - can't share which accounts or direct links lol but if you search you'll be able to find resources - the jp subs are really huge af like if it's two lines that's half the width of the frame gone (ok i exaggerate but it's at least 1/3 nonetheless)

yes fans will come down hard on you if you so much as share a pixelated screencap for example, as is the usual case (even with other bl shows) because ww apparently will come down hard on you too and their older notice says that illegally uploading will lead to cancellation of the show (as is the usual case with other several jp broadcast platforms), so don't even think about sharing a visual on twitter/x - but just that side of things i think.

there's no stopping cn fans on weibo or intl fans anywhere else they usually get content from, if they can get it, no idea honestly, it's really the community delivering for the community and it's tough work > not endorsing, but i uds it's a resource for many ppl - in any case can still try to get the subscription on ww

some fans say that it’ll eventually be available internationally :/ no idea, it could mean maybe they’ll work with another platform? but if it’s just ww alone I haven’t seen any evidence that ww will provide for intl fans so fingers crossed there's a plan

technically also if they do dvd for jitd that's great too, but still also quite challenging to get and also comes like months later

idk if that means we can actually still post from the old youku footage eps 1-8 though LOL

#gy #rambles

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mister-a-z-fell · 1 year ago

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People often say to me ‘Aziraphale, what exactly is Firmament?’

And by ‘often’, I mean ‘twice’, and they don’t so much say it as send me little enquiries on the Twitters and the Tumbler, along with inexplicable demands to know whether Crowley or I go ‘on top’.

I’ll get to the point in a moment, but, since you’re here, I would like to make it clear that our sleeping arrangements are nobody’s business but our own.

In any case, we don’t own a bunk bed, so the point is moot.

The subject of Firmament first came up on a clear night a few hundred years after I followed Adam and Eve out from Eden. Seth — their third child — was lying on a stone outcrop near the settlement, watching the sky, and I was sitting a little way off, keeping an eye out for scorpions.

‘Ol-ah-kwa*?’ The boy was usually full of questions, but that night he’d been uncharacteristically quiet. ‘What are they called, the lights above?’ It wasn’t the first time he’d asked and he already knew the answer perfectly well, but that was his way.

‘Those are stars. Has your father shown you how to find your path by them?’ He shook his head, and I resolved to talk to Eve in the morning.

‘How are they there? Are they like flowers on a bush? Or spots on a lizard? How many there are.’

I wished Crowley had been there, just then. He could have explained it so much better. I did my best, although I think I left him with the impression that every star hovered high in the heavens like a hummingbird, and he took some convincing that they wouldn’t eventually grow tired, having nowhere to perch, and come crashing down around us.

‘But why are they like fires? If they were made to fly up there forever, why don’t they grow feathers and just be birds?’

‘Well, that would rather defeat the purpose, B-qa-lyl**.’ And that might have been the end of the matter, but the boy had long since learned my weakness.

‘Don’t you know?’

And this is what I told him:

‘They are stars, because God told them to be stars. If She ever decides that they should be birds, then birds they will become. She told your father and mother to be human, because there was a place made in the world for humanity. Your purpose in this life is to discover what it means to be human.’

‘What about the next life?’

‘Wait and see.’

And this is what I didn’t tell him:

In the Beginning was the Void. And God spoke into the Nothing -That-Was, and that word was the first Firmament.

Firmament exists without mass, without substance. It is the Almighty’s intent, Her design, Her love; it is a blueprint for reality, pure potential and the Universe is spun with its threads. In the hands of the Virtues, it takes on form, accretes matter — becomes Material, a mechanism turned with a key that sounds like ‘LET THERE BE’.

Firmament can only be seen by the shadows that it casts. Gravity. The way that particles converse. Electromagnetism. Slood. It moves in mysterious ways and it reaches everywhere that is not Void. One day, scholars will glimpse the outer edges of ‘omnipresence’, and call it ‘quantum entanglement’.

I should have found a way to explain that — while stars aren’t birds — they share their firmament as all the brush stokes of a masterpiece share their canvas, as the individual notes of a melody are carried on the same breath. Everything touches everything. ‘Look what ye have done unto one of the least of these my brethren, the same have ye done unto me.’

Perhaps if I’d taught Seth that all that lies between each of us and the furthest, strangest star is a triviality called ‘distance’, which only really has meaning inside the preserve of mortal dimensions, he might have understood. I tried to explain it to his descendants, but perhaps they were too old, too certain of themselves, to listen. I was never much of a teacher.

Later, in all the confusion of Babel, rāqīa (something beaten thin to form a surface) and rakhmyn (love) went their separate ways, and whenever I encountered the subject of… celestial scaffolding — for want of a better word — it came in the context of the former. A shell to support the stars, to hold back the upper waters. They forgot about the ‘love’ part.

Later still, Crowley got volubly drunk with a fellow named Copernicus and made some progress, but even his controversial model couldn’t let go of firmament as the pastry around the universal profiterole.

Then there was Giordano Bruno… but we don’t talk about him.

So, here I am, trying again. Hoping that I’ve explained myself better this time, because, after all, that’s what an angel is: Firmament imbued with mind, and grace, willed into life by words of purpose unique to each one of us. Wearing atomic fancy-dress so that we can speak to you in words you can comprehend (ideally without falling down and giggling while your hair smoulders gently).

We are, at base, figments of Her imagination, which is so powerful that it was necessary that She invent free will to stop all things yielding unfailingly to Her whim. As a consequence, reality tends to become malleable in our immediate vicinity.

What is Firmament? It’s everything. It’s Creation. It’s humans, and demons, and angels. It’s stars, and it’s the walls of Eden. It’s the bullet, and the finger pulling the trigger, the magician and the audience, and the shocked air expanding in ripples from the burning powder. It’s the scalpel, and the flesh. And inside, beneath the dancing atoms, it’s love.

Try to remember that part, because sometimes it seems very well hidden.

It’s love.

*Brother

**Something small

#good omens #hashytag good omens #spoilers #Yes I may have partaken of a little myrrh #Cosmological wittering #Too long for a fortune cookie #Crowley has taken over the hashytags #We are not drunk enough for this #Crowley shush #You will meet a tall dark stranger #My dear I’ve already met you #I’m not a stranger #You are /quite/ strange

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sseulforgii · 10 months ago

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Virtual Valentine

Non-idol!Kim Minjeong x Reader

It was just a random discord server, some virtual hangout that you accidentally stumbled upon. Being overwhelmed by the real world, you dipped into the shallows of this hyperspace. Unwittingly wading in too deep for your liking when you met her.

cw: angst

a/n: not proofread; purely word vomit; inspired by Jeremy Zucker's Internet Crush

Your life is uneventful. You sighed for the umpteenth time as you lounge upside down on your sofa, just scrolling through your twitter feed. You came across a retweet from one of your gamer moots about a discord server for the gaming community. Bored out of your mind, you decided to join.

Your life has taken a bit of a turn. You sighed for the umpteenth time as you lost again to your new friend teaching you how to play valorant. Minjeong teases you relentlessly during her stream and you grumble saying it’s no fair ‘cause she’s had years of practice playing the game. Taking pity on you, she proposes you play another game that you’ve played before. Feeling yourself smile, albeit losing, you decided to give in and tell her about your game.

Your life is quite colorful now. You sighed for the umpteenth time as you find yourself smiling as you wait for Minjeong to go online. She’s probably still sleeping since it’s still the middle of the night where she is and it’s already near noon where you are. But you were both up really late, well late for her but early in the morning for you – who are we kidding? You didn’t sleep a wink just to talk to her! And you find yourself enjoying learning new things about her. Heart pounding at the realization, you decided to look for anything to distract you from thoughts of her.

Your life has never been filled with laughter like this. You sighed for the umpteenth time, dreamily, as Minjeong talks to your so passionately about what she’s studying. You’re both nerds like that. Endless stream of discussion about her dreams and thoughts and aspirations. You caught yourself smiling as you type out a reply to her witty remarks. Wanting to know more about her, you decided to do your best to keep her talking.

Your life is now incomplete without her. You sighed for the umpteenth time feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. You’ve never even seen each other and yet you are drawn to her charms, her wits, her colorful personality. Things are more comfortable between the two of you now and what started as a light banter now has a bit of a flirty undertone. Cheeks heating up at her retorts, you decided to try subtly flirting back.

Your life has taken its turn for the worse. You sighed for the umpteenth time as you re-read your conversation with a smile. Minjeong just fell asleep, and you are basking in the afterglow of your recent conversations. You can feel your cheeks heat up again as you smile at the thought of your flirtatious exchange. But as easily as your giddiness came, it quickly changed into a frown. You had the sudden realization that everything was just friendly banter, that the possibility of her feeling the same way for you is embarrassingly close to zero, that she may just see you as her unnie. With a heavy heart, you decided to stomp over your feelings before it gets worse.

Your life is now empty. You sighed for the umpteenth time while rubbing your eyes. You did this to yourself. You were in too over your head and forgot that the reason you went into that discord server in the first place was because you were bored and might be able to find friends. Catching feelings never even crossed your mind, but there Minjeong was. Her easy-going and charming persona is enough to draw people in. She made so many friends here, you being one of them. Or at least used to be. But because you’re a coward, the first thing that crossed your mind was to run away. So with a shaky breath, you decided to click the “delete account” button on discord. Never even said goodbye. You blinked away your tears and swallowed the lump in your throat as you think to yourself, “she’ll never notice you left anyway.”

#kim minjeong #winter #aespa #aespa winter #kpop gg #winter x fem reader #word vomit #Spotify #angst #aespa x fem reader #winter angst #minjeong x reader #aespa minjeong #minjeong angst #sseulforgii~wordvomit #kim minjeong x reader #saradika-graphics

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twopoppies · 6 months ago

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If we're confessing this, I'm also blocked by Louis on twitter. I've been blocked since FITF became 1st on the charts, it happened on the very same day, and compared to the other poster, I'm not sure why.

I was not talking about Larry or Freddie at all in my posts (or for that matter I never mentioned anyone from his friends or family), I've only shared 1D or the boys related news. And I've also posted some jokes, memes too, of which I always tried to stay respectful (sometimes I even asked for advice in gc-s to make sure I'm not insensitive)

I did tag him and the boys in some posts, and also some posts were quoted by others tagging him, so he might have noticed my account.

So probably one of my memes must have been too much, I really don't have any other guesses. But I'm 100 % sure his block wasn't because of mentioning Larry or Freddie, as I never posted about them.

As a result of his block, I'm not really using my account anymore, and it made me and a few of my close moots cancel going to 3 of his shows, although later we went to some. At the end of the day I still love his music.

This is fucking insane. He seems to be indiscriminately blocking people just for existing. You don't even sound like your account was a larrie account.

But let's say every account he blocked was a larrie. We've been saying, at least since AOTV, that it felt like he didn't want us as part of his fandom. Does he not see how he's shooting himself in the foot? If he wanted us to think Larry isn't real, or that it was, and they broke up, so it's painful to see (as some people theorize), this seems like a fucking stupid way to get what he wants. He just ends up making swaths of fans turn against him. Sure, you already bought tickets for those 3 shows, but will you next time? Not likely.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore.

#twitter blocks #louis' career

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djgamek1ng · 2 months ago

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MTG x Final Fantasy Card Discussion (Pt. 2.5 - Tifa, Martial Artist)

Hello! It is 3rd of May, which means it is Tifa Lockhart's birthday! For this occasion, we also got her card revealed. Specifically, we got her card in the FF7 Limit Break commander deck precon revealed as the alternative commander. This will be a short post, but let's talk about her.

So there is Tifa Lockhart, the most popular female Final Fantasy character. Let's quickly discuss the colors: yeah, they fit. I'd say she is more Green/White with a splash of Red, but that still makes Red/Green/White, so that's kind of a moot point. There is an argument Blue should be somewhere in there, with how she is more reflective and standoff-ish about her own feelings, but the chosen colors feel appropriate enough. Anyway, a 4 mana 4/4 is right on rate, so that's good. Aside from that, her abilities are:

Melee, which gives her a +1/+1 for every opponent you attack if you attack with her, so to +3/+3 in your average commander game if you have 2 other creatures attacking and attack all your opponents. At minimum, she's a 5/5 whenever she attacks. At most, she's a 7/7 whenever she attacks. This is quite good, makes her quite aggressive.

Whenever one or more creatures you control with 7 power or greater deal combat damage to a player, you untap all creatures you control and if it is the first combat phase of your turn, there is an additional combat phase after this phase. This... gets complicated. So, if you get Tifa to 7+ power alone via whatever means and she is able to deal combat damage to a player, she untaps all your creatures and you get an additional combat phase. However, if you get Tifa to 7+ power and have 2 other creatures of 7+ power attacking to all other players and they all deal combat damage to a player, you get the untap 3 times and the additional combat phase 3 times. This is because of how this ability is worded. In terms of programming terms (since I did study Software Development), this is like an if statement inside of an if statement. The ability will always trigger if you deal damage to a player with a creature of 7 power or greater, so if you do that 3 times, you trigger the ability 3 times. Then, as part of the same trigger, it checks if it is your first combat phase of the turn and if so, gives you an extra combat phase. Because that trigger is on the stack 3 times, supposedly during your first combat phase, it gives you 3 extra combat phases. EVEN MORE SO, because this is tied to you dealing combat damage to a player, giving all the creatures of 7+ power double strike does in fact also double the triggers, meaning you'd get a potential 6 extra combat phases. Also 6 extra untaps, but that's relatively minor unless you have tap abilities to tap your creatures you can use between triggers.

So uh... what the f**k is the trend with these alternative commanders? Celes goes infinite with Persist and Tifa can potentially give you 6 extra combat steps, 3 if you are being more reasonable? All the main commanders looked relatively chill, why do the alternative commanders have 0 chill?

Anyway, my review of the card is that it is currently the clear winner of the commanders revealed for this deck. It's insane and the fact that it is Red/Green/White makes it so much scarier, since you can just slap this into a big dinosaur deck and go crazy with extra turns. This card will be expensive to get most likely. This is definitely a "remove it or die" type commander when the player controlling her can put any type of evasion on their creatures, like Trample, Menace or Flying, all not too uncommon in the colors chosen for her. At least Celes breaks 1 very specific mechanic, Tifa just breaks having any big creatures on the field.

As for the art. Credit to Yumi Yaoshida. Link to their Twitter. Hmm... I don't love this. She herself looks great, the background is phenomenal, but all the cinders/sparks? They make this art quite cluttered. This is definitely a decision I wholeheartedly disagree with, the sparks just make the art lesser. I'm also confused, if the sparks are something you want to show, why not show what they came from? We're now just looking at Tifa... Also also, I do notice how muted that red on her glove is. Not a fan, should be higher contrast in my opinion. Still good art, just not a slam dunk.

Like every other main commander cart, as for the alternative art:

Credit to Robert Cornelius. Link to his Instagram (though it's not been used in a few years). Now this art is amazing. I'm still not over the blank backgrounds, even though I do think this is the second best use of it, but the art itself is great. All the details are on point, she is looking sharp, a good in-character pose, even if it is a bit duller than I'd hope for. This is great, easily now battling against Tidus, Yuna's Guardian normal art and Celes, Rune Knight alternative art.

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And that's it! That's the singular card review I have to do for another week (oh god, the debut is next week). Overall, absolutely insane card that will be priced way too highly for a piece of cardboard. Tifa Lockhart everyone! This was a quick post, now it is just the waiting game until next week! Thanks for reading and have a nice day o/

Oh, as a small bonus, here is the alt art of Cloud's main set card:

#mtg #final fantasy #mtg x final fantasy #card discussion #art discussion #woo tifa lockhart #tifa lockhart

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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aita for wanting a 200$ refund on a 400$ model that was REALLY below par in both quality and customer service?

This was one of my first monetary experiences with my own credit card and account, to preface.

So, I'm learning SFM and have regular dates with my boyfriend in vrchat. Between the two of us we knew enough to make models of myself in both, but not enough to make one for my headmate that me and her would both be satisfied with.

TL;DR, the first modeler we went to cancelled after we proved too impatient for them and they didn't need the comm money, so we put out a post calling for 3d models and asked our moots to spread it on here and on Twitter.

Eventually, we found a few artists that were within our post-high-school graveyard shift budget, but then an artist appeared in our asks that was interested in our order. Now, from the very BEGINNING they were blaring Sus alarms in our head with how they typed, their profile, their portfolio, the whole thing, but we still talked with them about it and eventually got to dming on discord over it.

We agreed on 350 with a down payment for the model, and she went to work. Somewhere along the line it increased to 400 with a down payment but I don't remember the circumstances for why.

I was a little impatient at times, but she still did good work, even if she misinterpreted our suggestions sometimes and was high at least once when we asked for an update.

We'd assumed that she would rig it for SFM and VRC as a part of the main payment. She then told us it would cost extra for the rigging.

We were understandably miffed but she justified it with money problems, so we sighed and went with it. When it was finished, she sent us a ZIP file holding all of it, and...then we didn't have any idea how to get it working.

She helped us, thankfully, but the whole thing was really annoying for our computer illiterate phone-dwelling ass. And then we had no clue about unity because it had been years since we'd made the other model with a base. Then she joked about having a $140 fee for it and that was pretty much the final straw for us, deciding to just pay someone else to port it for us because we were getting genuine headaches from it.

Since then, we've been using the model as planned, but have noticed a lot of clipping issues with it, it turns out the person we found to port it actually does similar quality models from scratch for like a FRACTION of the price, and despite us telling her it was going to be used on Oculus(i refuse to call it Meta) Quest, it was INCREDIBLY unoptimized for it.

This is a first world problem to hell and back and I'm not actually going to do it because I don't want to deal with her again after all the miscommunication but

Aita for being suspicious enough I've been scammed/fed a sob story to want at least a partial refund here?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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My pov - I think some people here are mixing up soms with the general bl viewer. Bl stans who aren’t followers of FK do enjoy First being paired with ANY man, which I think might just have to do with First being better known outside the ship. Soms are definitely much less inclined to liking that - in fact, most of my Twitter moots pretty actively dislike it and basically any pairing as such. Even the ones like AlanWen which are somewhat popular I remember caused some uproar amongst certain people. Generally I do think they’re more open to Khao being shipped (which is not to say they’re eager for it either? TBH idt it’s that popular to ship them with anyone outside each other) but I’m not entirely sure why that is.

i'm sorry but i'll have to post these two asks together bc you two are giving two different perspectives which brings me to my main point that it all depends on the bubbles you're inserted in. i'm in the group that has seen both perspectives but also has people who are very okay-ish about them being paired with other people (in the sense of working together in other projects and not split the ship. we're all in agreement that after all first did to be paired with his bf, he'll burn gmm down before letting them separate them) so they aren't necessarily extreme about their dislike of one or the other, but clearly there are two sides there.

i must say though, most of the time, people get really defensive and uncomfortable and start having wild wild thoughts about the end of the ship when the attention falls upon khaotung (from what i've experienced at least). i really don't know why that is, but i feel it's less about them working together and more about the dynamic they'll build outside of the working setting (like it happened with joongkhao).

first still is ghostshipped with pretty much every guy in that company (who remembers that school rangers event that had first in the middle, and mark pakin, khaotung and gawin and people were omg, first has kissed everyone on that stage * she says a la valley girl *) which is hilarious too bc (at least in my bubble) we joke that he settled down in married life with khaotung, and had to leave his many lovers behind (and there are many many many). while looking back at it, khaotung, before first, only had two, and not only that, first was also the most popular between the two of them (still is if you count followers on social media anyway), so i feel that also adds to people's want to see him being with other people, because used to be the guy who kissed so many other dudes.

i also feel part of the fandom is jealous of khaotung more easily than they are of first if that makes any sense? or they feel khaotung is more easily swayed and somehow less loyal to first (this is all stupid impressions that i get from people, don't take it at face value) which is a little crazy bc first is the one who's had more exes and kt was the one saying to first leave good people behind and only stay with him, but you know, people will feel jealous regardless and that's why they don't wanna avoid thinking of the possibility of having khaotung with other people (again, in my bubble we joke that's the libra in khaotung. especially when he posts videos like this and we go, this is not a family man. this is the home wrecker):

both first and khaotung are beloved by many other artists and staff at gmm, that much is clear, and they will work with other people regardless if people are okay with it happening or not. as a collective, we should just learn not be so catastrophic and learn that regardless of whom they act with, in romantic or platonic roles alike, they're still each other's best choice like first pointed out on his solo interview on sunday.

now i leave you with two images that one of my moots shared that i found really funny:

#bibs ask #Anonymous #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #i wasn't of any help in this despite the length of this response #but i also don't know the answer #part of me feels it might have something to do with beauty standards too but i don't know how to explain that exactly

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louisjude · 11 months ago

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https://x. com/nadja_writes_/status/1819081263070040339?s=46

toxic buddie fans are getting very disturbing… i say that as a buddie enjoyer, but this is very weird.

i really enjoy buddie as well (it’s just not my preferred ship anymore) but my god yeah. kind of reminds me when fans were saying they were going to “destroy” oliver stark for queerbaiting and he clapped back at them for it. we really just need to ignore the toxic fans, i know it’s hard because they’re so loud about their hatred of bucktommy and lou but it’s why i’ve cooled down my ranting a bit and started censoring/not tagging when i do rant abt it to keep it between me and my moots. the implication that it’s lou’s fault for no one posting is a fucking wacky thing to think too, why would it be his fault? because he made some cameos that have nothing to do with s8??? that’s silly. they’ve been on set for what a couple weeks and we’ve gotten plenty of bts so far.

either way, this is a reminder to block toxic fans always, this includes toxic bucktommys as well and while i’ve yet to really run into many, at least on tumblr, it’s still a good idea to not let this type of toxicity get to you from either side & get off twitter!!! that’s quite possibly the worst place to be for fandom.

now i don’t know what going to happen going forward in s8 and beyond but i’m hoping smth stops these ppl from continuing on like this in the fandom, a wakeup call or smth you know?

#asks #bucktommy #anti buddie #just in case #im not an anti of the ship just anti toxic fans #discourse

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4chan was where I learned that the internet could be bad. I first encountered the site during high school, not long after its founding, in 2003, by an American teen-ager named Christopher Poole (better known by his username, moot). Poole copied the format of a Japanese message board nicknamed 2channel; users on 4chan could anonymously post an unfiltered mix of text, images, and animated GIFs. Illicit material was never hard to find on the internet, but 4chan served as an early hub—or “dumping ground” might be more apt. The site was inundated with pornography, pirated files, and uncensored screeds about dating or politics. Its background, a pale yellow gradient, still gives me a slight frisson, like a Playboy issue hidden under the bed. I would often test the censorship settings on a library or school computer’s LAN internet connection by trying to load 4chan. Usually, it wouldn’t work, which hinted at the site’s infamy: even the grown-ups knew at least its name, and that it warranted a place on ban lists.

On 4chan, usernames were most often just “Anonymous” or a string of numbers. I never posted, but I understood the appeal of hiding behind a mask and becoming one of a crowd. The site formed a collective id that could be called up in a web browser, years before the digital gang wars of Twitter began. Learning the forum’s slang was the key to understanding its jokes: lulz, fren, TFW, troll. Posts were deleted when they stopped getting new engagement, which typically happened quickly, especially if the messages failed to provoke. At a time when the internet was still sparsely populated, 4chan guaranteed constant energy, no matter the time of day or night. But as the social-media landscape grew up around it, during the twenty-tens, and other sites competed as spaces for “shitposting,” that digital term of art, 4chan faded in relevance. In 2015, Poole sold it to the owner of 2channel, the Japanese site that had inspired it. It survived as a basement of the internet—dingy, subterranean, and in a state of arrested development—which is why it wasn’t exactly surprising when, on April 14th, 4chan suddenly disappeared. A spinoff forum called Soyjak.party (even harsher and more political than its predecessor) took credit for hacking the site and shutting it down.

After a week and a half, 4chan limped back online over the weekend, but an air of embarrassment hung over its return. The hackers had leaked 4chan’s source code, along with the accounts of its anonymous volunteer moderators. “It’s pretty archaic internet infrastructure,” Jared Holt, a researcher at the Institute for Strategic Dialogue focussing on domestic extremist movements on the web, told me. Rather than an act of total destruction, the hack appeared to be a troll, a dig at 4chan’s secondary status two decades into the forum’s existence. Once a digital home to political incorrectness, and a staging ground for incel culture, white-power groups, mass-shooting manifestos, and more, 4chan is now one among many platforms just as conducive to hate speech. President Donald Trump’s own Truth Social is another, as is Parler, the right-wing video site offering “True Freedom.” There’s Patriots Win, a kind of Trump-focussed Reddit clone; Kiwi Farm, a hub known for coördinated online harassment; and X, which under the ownership of Elon Musk has loosened content-moderation policies and allowed the kind of conspiracy theories and graphic imagery that once thrived on 4chan. As Holt put it, “4chan had essentially been outflanked to the right.”

What’s undeniable is that 4chan helped form the content ecosystem as we know it. The kind of real-time one-upmanship that happens on X, TikTok, and video podcasts; the culture of “owns,” clapbacks, and online putdowns—all of it crystallized on 4chan. The site demonstrated, before many people realized it, that the internet existed fundamentally in a Hobbesian state of nature, hosting a war of all against all. Cole Stryker, an editorial consultant in Los Angeles and the author of “Epic Win for Anonymous: How 4chan’s Army Conquered the Web,” from 2011, summed up the forum’s influential attitude as “nonstop playful misanthropy.” 4chan played a role in the acceleration of digital culture, the onslaught of discourse in the form of a million multimedia particles. On 4chan, “it was just as easy to share an image as it was to share words,” Stryker told me, adding, “Now everyone kind of has that capability to speak in that language.” Today, a fluency in memes extends to the highest levels of authority. “Even our President and our Vice-President are posters,” Stryker said. The official White House account on X, in particular, has taken on a trolling aspect; one A.I.-generated image it posted in March, of the arrest of an alleged drug dealer in the anime style of Studio Ghibli, resembled nothing more than a 4chan post in its nihilistic combination of implicit violence and absurdist humor. 4chan thrived when such edgelord content wasn’t acceptable on more mainstream social-media channels; now it can be found most anywhere.

When 4chan came back online, a post on a company blog explained that the site had been suffering from a lack of resources that had prevented the team from upgrading its servers. The damage from the hack “was catastrophic,” the post said, but during the downtime the team had finally moved onto new, secured infrastructure. Though the functionality that allows users to upload new posts and images has remained down, and some features have not yet been restored, the blog post proclaimed, “4chan is back. No other website can replace it, or this community.” Even if 4chan could reclaim its position as a nucleus of online radicalization, the reality is that more and more extremism is happening in private digital niches. School shootings have been planned and broadcast on the decentralized chat platform Discord. The brain poisoning of the internet is now perpetuated through closed groups on Telegram or Signal, which offer some encryption and automated erasure of messages. In Semafor, the journalist Ben Smith recently broke the news of a collection of influential group chats involving Silicon Valley investors, media executives, politicians, and writers, including the MAGA-friendly venture capitalist Marc Andreessen, the right-wing entrepreneur-turned-politician Vivek Ramaswamy, and the anti-woke author Thomas Chatterton Williams. The chats had jokey names such as “Last Men, apparently” and hosted sniping conversations about workplace identity politics and the rise of China which provided test runs for those figures’ publicly stated opinions. “Every group chat ends up being about memes and humor, and the goal of the group chat is to get as close to the line of being actually objectionable without tripping it,” Andreessen told the podcaster Lex Fridman in February. 4chan could just as easily disappear again, but its sensibility endures in a grungy corner of our brains, a shitposting thread that can never be erased.

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