#Doi Chang

[galina]

กาแฟหน่อยสิ! In the heart of Thailand's coffee farming region, Doi Chang

[shen-mu]

i've been thinking about R&D twins lately...

[inquebrar]

"oh no he did Doied's voice he's roleplaying"

Roier maybe if someone hadn't made Doied real and turned him into a separate character who swapped bodies with q!Roier MAYBE THEN NOBODY WOULD BE TRIGGERED AND SUSPECTING THINGS EH???!!

mirame a los ojos. me incomodó. /j

[kissnpunch]

you can tell i love q!roier’s lore and because of that i made a simple timeline of what is happening.

yesterday we got the first tape explaining what happen to q!roier during the messages he left on the global chat and after (i invite you to watch the tape on his youtube channel or twitch account).

a short resume; q!roier made a computer with a —apparently— special antenna to search a lost signal of q!cellbit, cucurucho discover that and drugged him to drag his body all the way to the federation office, where, surprisingly, he meets with his twin brother, doied, who made a pact with cucurucho to create a machine with the special function to change the mind, the human brain data, into something else, in this case, he chose a rat for q!roier.

cucurucho explained how this was the first time doing this type of experiment and he will be in the rat’s body for a while, in the end, q!roier fainted in that body.

if you don’t know, doied was another personally of q!roier, in the first moments it seems like he’s pretty nerd and clumsy but he’s still the smarted one, until now, where he shows himself as his twin brother, we meet a really cruel and crazy scientific (if is a hallucination or not, i would not handle this hypothesis now). another “personalities” are melissa and roger.

side notes: i will keep complementing this image since we just have the first tape and i think he would keep sharing more tapes or hints of q!roier’s state, i added some details for lore purposes aaaand that’s it i guess.

for the record, we don’t know the exact time skip during this process; even in the dungeon, i’m assuming it has been days because he’s cold, probably hungry and his emotional state has to be too low to experiment with him easily. roier is such a enigma when it comes to lore so include two timelines assuming again —because i don’t make things canon, he does— in the case this experiment is the days before we watch the tape and he’s still in that body.

some theories i have been reading is the hallucination one because everything seems so q!roier coded and is canon q!roier told q!bagi how he has voices in his mind, cucurucho usually doesn’t has that much of dialogues and, in my case, i add how that clock didn’t change the time, like, they talked a lot. but once again, and i love how roier manages his own lore, anything, and i’m serious on this one, anything can happen.

[gingersp1ce547]

Do you guys think that q!doied as q!roier is just a bit too perfect?

Do you think is skin looks almost completely free of imperfections like a mask? Do you think is voice is sweet and smooth, lacking in all the tiredness that throat had gotten used to producing. Do you think that when he smiles you could almost believe that nothing had ever gone wrong in q!roier’s life? Do you think th-

[pensat-i-fet]

It's good to know they have the same conversations we have.

[lunarscribbles]

sometimes i think i missed out not playing mystic messenger because i was busy playing lovestruck voltage, heroes rise and other ifs because that seems to be THE game to have played

[lilliana17]

Working on a new Qsmp Au so making a post on world information for it.

A strange force sent out some strange warnings that most blew off as a prank. The next day a scary light appeared above America with a warning that spoke of it'll only be an hour. Most still blew it off though a select few went into bunkers. Fit and Ramon were sone of the luvky ones. Then the lights hit downs and a dome with walls sprouted around the country. The rest of the world ignored it goverments hiding information scared that they could be hit next. As time passed only people who had family in America at the point of the incident seemed to care. Most eventually mourned the ones they lost Bagi and Doied were one of the few that didn't give up hope. As for America radiating from the impact spots was a strange energy. Things changed mutated into that of another world, a fantasy world. There were spots where the land didnt chabge pockets of another world. People changed too as magic swirled around, only those in bunkers stayed truly human. Many people were lost in confusion and fear, those that seized the opportunity claimed castles becoming royalty. This was the case of the wolf king of Karmaland kingdom.

[phongveevaair]

Đổi hành trình EVA Air

Nhiều hành khách đi Mỹ, Đài Loan,… thường có nhu cầu hoàn đổi vé máy bay Eva Air khi có việc đột xuất. Eva Air là hãng hàng không 5 sao Đài Loan nổi tiếng với mức giá vé tương đương chất lượng dịch vụ. Thấu hiểu được nhu cầu của nhiều hành khách, Phòng vé hãng Eva Air thông tin chi tiết về cách đổi vé như dưới đây.

[hawkzeyes]

Oh that new discord layout is…

[alpaccaking]

I'm gonna lose it for real this time

[lankyledlights]

the requisition is like zed and two naughts Sister

[todays-just-a-daydream]

dead curious about the lyrics changes from the demo of falling down to the final version.

demo: you might kiss the world goodbye falling down is all that you’ve ever known

final: time will kiss the world goodbye falling down on all that i’ve ever known

demo: spin the wheel to break the butterfly

final: catch the wheel to break the butterfly

demo: if you can’t save me, he can blow my mind

final: said if you won’t save me, please don’t waste my time

[spacedkey]

if you ignore the fact that i'm not making a comic in the vertical scrolling comic style, me doing almost nothing but reading webcomics all day is research 100% for sure

[shadowkoo]

Bad Influence

→ Summary: In a dark, pulsing nightclub packed with strangers, you’re just looking for a good time—free drinks, dirty dancing, maybe a hot kiss or two. But when Mingyu finds you on the dance floor, he changes the game entirely. What starts as harmless teasing spirals into a filthy, no-boundaries encounter right there in the crowd. And by the end of it, you're not sure who’s corrupting who.

↠ mingyu x f.reader | 1.6k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, strangers to lovers, pwp

→ Warnings: rave night club party vibes, bad boy!mingyu, alcohol consumption, mentions of earlier drug usage, consensual sex while under the influence of drugs & alcohol (pills mentioned but no name specifics), unprotected + explicit sex, rough sex, scratching, biting, hair pulling, grinding while dancing, fingering, finger sucking, quicky in the middle of the dance floor, exhibitionism, mild choking + breath play, cum warming/stuffing, dirty talk, praise, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

→ Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity @keopihaus @lapydiaries @cosyhomenet @svthub @thediamondlifenetwork

→ Author Note: happy 10 year anniversary to seventeen!!! this idea was born bc bad influence has been playing on repeat all day and i cannot get the thunder visuals out of my head either so here you go LOL as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

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🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, An ordinary time ain't enough for you 🎵

You slam back the first shot, barely flinching before accepting the next from the stranger beside you. He’s cute, just not your type. Still, you’re not above a little harmless flirting if it keeps the drinks coming. Lucky you.

Unlucky for him though, you have zero intention of going home with him. You flash a smile, murmuring a quick thanks before slipping between the bodies on the dance floor, losing him in the blur of lights.

Arms lifted and hips circling to the beat, you toss your hair back, letting the music take over. The mix of alcohol and pills from earlier hums through your veins, softening everything around you. It feels good.

A firm hand slides onto your hip, syncing with your movements like he already knows your rhythm. A man who can match your tempo? Instantly hot. You silently hope his face is as good as his dancing.

Sneaking a glance, you’re more than pleased. He’s insanely good-looking too. Messy black hair. A lip ring shining under the strobe lights. Probably has tattoos too, if you cared enough to look for them.

Fuck yeah, you’ll dance with him. And better yet, you’ll even let him take you home after.

“I’m Mingyu,” he says, leaning in with a cocky grin. “What’s your name, Gorg?”

“Y/N!” you shout over the music, turning back around to grind against him. His fingers trail down your sides, brushing the bare skin between your tiny skirt and your cropped, backless halter. He moves as if he knows exactly where this night is going, and you’re not about to stop him.

His lips brush your neck as you dance, followed by the teasing flick of his tongue and a playful bite that sends heat straight through you. You spin in his arms again, this time facing him, and crash your mouth to his without hesitation.

Mingyu’s arms lock around you, pulling you flush against his solid body. Your hands roam, tracing the hard lines of his biceps, his broad shoulders, the tension coiled in his back—then lower, to the firm curve of his ass.

You're sharing body heat, breathing each other in, getting lost in one another.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against your lips, “Baby, you should know I’m nothing but a bad influence.”

You pull back with a dangerous twinkle in your eyes. “So influence me then, Mr. Bad Boy,” you dare him.

🎵 Bad influеnce, you had to do it, You wanna have a good, good night 🎵

His thumb drags slowly across your lips, smearing the last of your gloss.

You part them slightly, tongue flicking out to taste the corner of your mouth, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He takes the opening, pressing his thumb past your lips.

Instinct takes over. You close your mouth around it, tongue swirling, sucking slowly. His eyes darken, hunger and lust flashing through them.

With a soft pop, he pulls his hand away. You turn around without a word, body rolling as you grind down to the beat, taunting him to make the next move.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back up, mouth at your ear, voice low and rough. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, dollface.”

You push your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans, grinning wickedly. “Right back at you, darlin’.”

He groans, no longer holding back, completely indifferent to the people surrounding you both. One hand wraps firmly around the front of your neck, tilting your head back and keeping your body flush against his. The other glides down your bare stomach, slipping beneath the hem of your miniskirt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls, fingers sliding through the heat between your thighs. “This for me, baby? You want a good time? I’ll give you a fucking unforgettable one.”

The pressure at your throat flares for a moment, just enough to make your vision edge with stars. Then, mercifully, he loosens his grip, letting you gasp a few shaky breaths before tightening again.

“Make all the noise you want, Gorg. No one here gives a shit. I’m gonna fuck you right here too, make you lose your goddamn mind on my cock. You want that?” His fingers pick up their pace, curling relentlessly against your inner walls.

The bass from the music thuds in your ears, but it’s nothing compared to the pulse pounding between your legs. Mingyu’s breath is hot against your neck. His lips brush your skin as he mutters filthy praise into your ear.

You can feel him too, hard and throbbing through his pants, grinding against your ass in rhythm with every stroke of his fingers.

Your legs threaten to buckle as he hits that perfect spot again and again, sending tremors through your core. You're dripping, thighs slick as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A small gasp escapes your lips, then a whimper, louder than you intended. But he was right. No one notices.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls, voice laced with pure desire. “Let ‘em hear how good I’m making you feel.”

You’re unraveling. The pleasure is building, sharp and blinding. You throw your head back against his shoulder, mouth parted, eyes fluttering shut as your body starts to shake.

You nod, too breathless to speak, reaching back to clutch the back of his neck. Your nails dig into his skin as he pinches your clit hard.

White-hot ecstasy tears through you, the orgasm hitting like a jolt of lightning. Your legs tremble violently, mouth falling open as a cry escapes you. Without Mingyu’s strong grip holding you up, you’re certain you’d collapse right there on the dirty dance floor.

🎵 Bad influencе, you had to do it, It's four in the morning, what the fuck we doin'? 🎵

But he’s not finished with you. Not even close.

“I wasn’t kidding, Y/N,” he growls against your ear, pulling his hand from the front of your skirt. You hear the soft, unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering as he frees himself with a quiet, practiced motion. His hand slides to your ass, tugging your soaked thong aside with a rough, impatient grip. You feel the thick head of his cock press against your slick folds, teasing, threatening.

“I’m gonna ruin you right here, between all of these people,” he whispers, his voice full of dark promise. “And you’re gonna let me. Aren’t you?”

Then he pushes in.

You both moan in unison as he begins to stretch you open. The intrusion is intense, overwhelming, and everything you didn’t know you were desperate for. The loud music around you pulses through your bodies, but all you can feel is him.

It’s so much better than you imagined.

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting deeper, inch by inch, until he's almost fully sheathed inside you. “You feel that? You think you can take all of me, baby?”

“Give me everything,” you mewl, voice shaking with need.

And he does.

He starts fucking you from behind, his tip hitting deep inside you while his girth stretches against your walls. You’re trapped against his body and the faceless crowd. Bodies blur around you, lights flash, bass pounds. Everyone’s too drunk, too high, too far gone to register the way your breath hitches or how his hand fists your hair to keep you upright.

His mouth brushes your ear again, “Goddamn, look at you. So perfect around my cock, so fucking greedy for it. You were made to be fucked like this, weren't you?”

“Y-yes, made for this,” you gasp, voice cracking. “Made for you.”

That last word snaps something in Mingyu.

He growls, going feral as a switch flips. His movements grow rougher, harder as he pounds into you recklessly, chasing your release like a man possessed.

You fall apart all over again, body writhing, head tossed back against his shoulder as you come undone. A hot gush of wetness spills out around him, dripping down your thighs, making an even bigger mess. But that’s a problem for later.

“Gonna come,” he grunts through clenched teeth, thrusting once, twice, then burying himself deep as his hips jerk. You feel the molten heat of his release pulse inside you, in thick and hot threads. The sensation alone is enough to make your legs buckle, arousal spiking all over again at the thought of him filling you up.

He pulls out slowly, and you feel some of his come leak out after him.

But he’s still not done.

Mingyu drops his hand between your legs, massaging your combined mess into your swollen folds. Then, with zero hesitation, he slides two fingers back inside you.

“Fuck, still so warm, so tight,” he murmurs, eyes dark as he watches your body react. “Think you can give me one more?”

He already knows the answer. Your walls flutter around his fingers, clenching in anticipation even as tears prick the corners of your eyes. It’s almost too much, but you crave it.

It’s so fucking good.

Your body tenses, shuddering violently as a third orgasm rips through you, smaller but more intense. You cry out, unable to hold back, clutching his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

Mingyu groans, pulling his fingers free. They’re coated in slick and come. Before you can move, he presses them back against your entrance, pushing his release back inside you with a filthy smirk.

“Can’t let it all go to waste,” he says smugly. “Gotta hide the evidence.”

You glance over your shoulder, flushed and wrecked, barely able to stand.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, already zipping up, eyes locked on yours.

“Your place or mine?” you ask breathlessly.

🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, You turn and say "a good, good time" 🎵

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[centellazul]

Galaxia was surprised… well, they were both looking at her as if she had done something terribly wrong, but that wasn't the case, was it? ejem of course not but...

This puffball, Snow White powerfully caught her attention…. Something was different, something that whispered in her conscience and would make her alarmed…. but for everyone's sake, she continued without mentioning anything….

"The pleasure is mine. As Fal said, I'm Galaxia and you can call me just Galaxia. One of the 4 heroes of Yore from where I come from"

"and Fal's first opponent in this tournament"

just to clarify

@nokk0

Galaxia flew around the area looking for…

"umh there he is... I think a visit wouldn't hurt."

"Mhpp. Hello Fal, sorry for the inconvenience"

"It's been a while and I wanted to ask about you, how have you been..? uh..."

"I see you are not alone"

[I really don't know if I'm doing it right jsjs srry]

Fal and Snow watched as the yellow dot approached. At first Snow was preparing for anything... Except a Waddle Dee

A Waddle Dee? With wings!? No... That was a cape... That added to the helmet... A warrior...? No, no... It can't be...

Fal seemed to recognize the new visitor, although he seemed to hesitate in his response. Snow has noticed something strange about Fal. Well, everything about the “new Fal” was strange in her eyes. But, it was still Fal. That definitely wouldn't change

“G-Galaxia, hi! How have you been, pon? Oh, Fal? Well, recently the third round ended... Fal still is surprised... Oh! How mean, Fal didn't introduce you, pon! Galaxia, she's Snow White, pon! Snow White, she's Galaxia, she is a Warrior, pon!”

The little Puffball looked at the aforementioned Galaxia with concern. A Waddle Dee? A warrior!? It was difficult for her to believe it and no matter how hard she tried, she might end up brutally failing to hide her surprise

That fact was something... Admirable

But also scary... Because? From Snow's experience, being a warrior is not an easy job. It's not something for everyone but… A Waddle Dee was able to achieve that goal… She was fascinated and disturbed by this fact

"... Greetings... It's a... It's a pleasure to meet you... Galaxia? Lady Galaxia...? Ms. Galaxia...?"

Great introduction, Snow...

@centellazul

@kirbyoctournament