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[guardian-angle22]

Colson Baker (aka Machine Gun Kelly) | December 2021

[revasserium]

revasserium >> shouyuus

i'm moving blogs!!!! after 4 whole years, i think it's time ♡ this blog will remain as an archive of all my writings, but all new writings will be moving to the new blog INCLUDING the enemies to lovers ZORO limited series, AND my b-day event! see you guys on my new blog!!!!

[dandyshucks]

okay last post before i decide on what im going to do for the next couple hours but old lady crafting club is tomorrow and i don't have a crochet project decided on yet still fsdjkl

my options for continuing on WIPs are: dragonscale dice bag, isopod amigurumi, or a little stuffed pokeball

or if i want to start a new project instead of completing a WIP: strawberry hat i'm going to make for a friend, hand warmers/fingerless gloves, polar bear amigurumi, and idk if i have yarn for these (definitely not enough for a the second) but i also would like to make a junebug beetle amigurumi and a hood/scarf/hat combo garment thing

[purlty23]

Have you had Nazi propaganda blazed onto your dashboard? Me too.

Its no secret that Tumblr doesn't give a damn about its user base. It's been made abundantly clear to me that not only do they not care. Tumblr is allowing posts with direct links to nazi propaganda and chatroom sites to be blazed!

The only reason I found this post? Because Tumblr put it in front of my face on my dashboard.

In the notes of this post there were dozens of reblogs with things like "is this an ARG?" "Oh whats this, save for later". One comment that said "tempting".

This is a neo nazi trying to recruit you.

Report this immediately. Do not click links. Email support@tumblr.com telling them that you don't want neo nazis paying them to show us this garbage.

If you want to know how I figured out what this was in more detail, I'll put it under a read more so that everyone can be a little safer and a little smarter out there.

First: I went to the persons blog.

This one in particular is clever enough to have an ask about palestinian donations as their first post. The second is the one screenshot above.

I kept scrolling. Most are youtube links posted with 0 notes or interaction. This is another link to the same site here.

If you scroll far enough, you'll see they've reblogged an original post.

If you directly copy and paste this text into google, you'll find exactly one result. A PDF in Bulgarian hosted on a website named aobg.org.

Sounds legit, right?

Its the official website for the Bulgarian Society of Anthroposophy. A 'new age spiritual movement based on German idealism'. A cult.

As soon as I made the connection, I knew that clicking the original link would lead me to something similar. I felt confident enough to click it safely (DO NOT TRY AT HOME), and was launched into the shittiest little pro Nazi website with a live chatroom on the side.

There are always signs, always queues. Do not be stupid out there. These are NOT ARGs. If you aren't sure, block and move on.

[ryin-silverfish]

A Guide to the Chinese Underworld (and what it isn't)

As many FSYY and fox posts as there were on my blog, I am actually a huge fan of the Chinese Underworld mythos. Mostly because I was once a morbid little kid that loved reading about the excavations of ancient tombs, and found the statues depicting hellish torture in the Haw Par Villa "super cool".

Apart from the aesthetics, the history of its evolution is also fascinating. Most of us, Chinese or not, only know the most popular version of the Underworld——the "Ten Kings" system, yet that isn't always the case. So today, I'll start off with a short summary of that.

In pre-Qin era, there was already this generic idea of a "Realm of the Dead" called the Yellow Spring, Youdu, or Youming, but we know very little about it.

Then, in the Han dynasty, two ideas start to emerge: 1) the Underworld is a bureaucracy, 2) the God of Mt. Tai ruled over the dead.

This early bureaucracy might not function as an agent of punishment; the main focus was on keeping the dead segregated from the living so they wouldn't bring diseases and misfortune to the latter, as well as using those ghosts to enforce collective punishments upon people for their lineage's wrongdoings while they were still alive.

Post-Han, after Buddhism entered China and took root, its idea of karmic punishments and reincarnation and the figure of King Yama was merged with folk and Daoist ideas of the Underworld bureaucracy, and, came Tang dynasty, resulted in the "Ten Kings" system that first appeared in Dunhuang manuscripts.

It was very rudimentary and far from well-established, as seen in Tang legends, with some adopting the Ten Kings system, some sticking to the Lord of Mt. Tai and some favoring King Yama, and overall little agreements on who's in charge of the Underworld.

But the "Ten Kings" system would become the mainstream version from then onwards, used in Ming vernacular novels and made even more popular by folk religion scrolls like the Jade Records (Yuli Baochao).

As such, most points in the following sections will be based on the fully matured "Ten Kings" system of the Underworld, as seen in the Jade Records and JTTW.

What happens when you die?

(This is a fictionalized walkthrough of the posthumous fate of souls under the "Ten Kings" system. I try to stick to the very broad progression outlined in the Jade Records, but many creative liberties are taken on the details.)

Let's say there's a guy named Xiao Ming, and he had just died of a heart attack. Bummers. What now?

Well, the first thing he saw would be the ghost cops.

There isn't really an unanimous agreement on who these ghost cops are: they may be a pair of ghosts in white and black robes, wearing tall hats (Heibai Wuchang), they may have the heads of farm animals (Ox-Head and Horse-Face), or they can just be generic ghost bureaucrats. For convenience's sake, let's say it was the first scenario.

"Who are you guys and where are you taking me?"

"Glad you asked!" The taller ghost cop, being the cheerful one of the pair, replied. It wasn't very reassuring, considering that his tongue was dangling out of his mouth way further than it should. "I'm the White Impermanence, my sour-looking colleague here is the Black Impermanence, and we are taking you to the City God's office."

This City God, a.k.a. Chenghuang, is just like how it sounds: the divine guardian of a city, who also pulls double duty as the head of the local Dead People Customs Office. They are usually virtuous officials deified posthumously, and in JTTW, they fall under the category of "Ghostly immortals", together with the Earth Gods a.k.a. Tudi.

So Xiao Ming went with the two ghost cops——not like he had much of a choice, made his way through the long queue at the City God's office, and was now standing in front of a gruff old magistrate in traditional robes.

"Name?"

"Wang Xiao Ming."

"Age and birth dates?"

"21, April 16 2003…"

After he was done asking questions, the City God flipped through his ledger, then picked up a brush, ticked off Xiao Ming's name, and told him to go get his pass in the next room. More waiting in a queue. Wonderful.

"I never heard anything about needing a pass to get to the Underworld," the girl in front of Xiao Ming asked the ghost cops, who were standing guard nearby. "Is this a new policy or something?"

"Yeah. In the old days, we'd just drag y'all straight to the Ghost Gate." The ghost cop in black said, then muttered to himself, "Fuckin' paperworks and overpopulation, man…"

(This "Dead People Passport" thing was popularized in the middle-to-late Ming dynasty, as shown by the discovery of such documents inside tombs in southern China. )

(It might have evolved from similar passes to the Western Pure Land in lay Buddhism that recorded their acts of merits. Which, in turn, might be traced back to the "Dead People Belongings List" of Han dynasty, to be shown to Underworld bureaucrats so that no one would take away the dead's private property down there or something.)

Anyways, after he received his pass, Xiao Ming departed together with the rest of the bunch, to be led to the Ghost Gate. It was like the world's most depressing tourist group, where instead of tour guides, you got two ghost cops in funny hats, and the only scenery in sight was the desolation of the Yellow Spring Road.

They weren't the only travellers on the road, though. Xiao Ming noticed other groups moving in the far distance, behind the fog and the flickering ghostfire, led by similar figures in black and white.

It made a lot of sense; realistically, there was no way two ghost cops could fetch hundreds of thousands of dead people all by themselves.

(SEA Tang-ki mediums believed there were multiple Tua Di Ya Peks——Hokkien name for the Black and White Impermanences, working for different Underworld Courts.)

At last, the Ghost Gate stood in front of Xiao Ming, guarded by two towering figures. Normally, they'd be Ox-Head and Horse-Face, like what you see at Haw Par Villa's Underworld entrance.

However, older Han dynasty works like Wang Chong's 论衡·订鬼 also mentioned two gods, Shenshu and Yulei, as guardians of the Ghost Gate, who would use reed ropes to capture malicious ghosts and feed them to tigers, making them possibly the earliest incarnation of "Gate Gods".

So here, they were what Xiao Ming sees, standing side by side like proper doormen, silently watching herds of ghosts being funneled through the entrance.

The place was more crowded than a train station during the CNY Spring Rush; the ghost cops had already said their quick goodbye and left to fetch the next group of dead people, leaving the resident officials of the Underworld proper to maintain order and quell any would-be riots.

Now you started seeing the Ox-Head and Horse-Face guys, poking at unruly ghosts with their pitchforks and dragging away the violent ones in chains. Among their ranks were other monstrous beings, blue-faced yakshas and imps, but also regular dead humans who look 100% done with their jobs, like the lady who stamped Xiao Ming's pass when it was finally his turn.

After this point, Xiao Ming had entered the Underworld proper, and his next destination would be the First Court, led by King Qin'guang. Here, his fate should be decided by what is revealed in the King's magical mirror.

If Xiao Ming was a good guy, or someone who had done an equal amount of good and bad things in life, he'd be sent straight to the Tenth Court for reincarnation. However, if the mirror, while replaying his life events, had displayed more evil deeds than good ones, he'd be sent to one of the 2nd-9th Courts for judgment and then punished inside the Eighteen Hells.

Each of the Ten Kings was also assisted by ghostly judges. Many of them were righteous and just officials in life who had been recruited into the Ten Courts posthumously——Cui Jue from JTTW is one such example, while others were living people working part-time for the Underworld, like how Wei Zheng, Taizong's minister, works part-time for the Celestial Bureaucracy in JTTW.

We decide to be nice to Xiao Ming, so, after reliving some embarrassing childhood incidents and cringy teenage phases in front of a bunch of dead bureaucrats, he was found innocent and sent to the Tenth Court.

The queue here was almost as long as the First Court's, stretching on and on alongside of the banks of the Nai River. King of the Turning Wheel made his judgment without even lifting his head when it was Xiao Ming's turn:

"Path of Humans, male, healthy in body and mind, ordinary family. Next!"

Exiting the Tenth Court building, Xiao Ming saw the Terrace of Forgetfulness, standing tall before six bridges, made of gold, silver, jade, stone, wood, and…some unidentified material. Before he could get a good look at them and the little dots moving across those bridges, he was hurried into the Terrace by the ghostly officials.

Now, both JTTW and the Jade Records mention multiple bridges across the Nai River. In the former, there is 3, and the latter, 6. The bridges made of precious materials are for people who will reincarnate into better lives, as the wealthy, the fortunate, and the divine, while the Naihe Bridge is either the common option or the terribad shitty option.

However, the Naihe Bridge proved to be so iconic, it became THE bridge you walk across to reincarnate in popular legends.

Anyways, back to Xiao Ming. He found himself standing in a giant soup kitchen of sorts, with an old lady at the counter, scooping soup out of her steaming pot and into one cup after another.

This is Mengpo, the amnesia soup granny; according to the Jade Records, she was born in the Western Han era, and a pious cultivator who thought of neither the past nor the future, only knowing that her surname was Meng.

Made into an Underworld god by the Jade Emperor, she cooks a soup of five flavors that will wipe the memory of the dead, making sure they do not remember any of their past lives once they reincarnate.

It tastes awful. Like what you get after pouring corn syrup, coffee, chilli sauce, lemon juice and seawater into the same cup.

Such was Xiao Ming's last thought, as he gulped down the soup, and then he knew no more.

Things you should know about the Chinese Underworld:

1. It's not the Christian Hell.

Rather, the Chinese Underworld functions somewhat like the Purgatory, in that there are a lot of torment, but the torment's not eternal, however long the duration may be. Once you finish your sentence, you get reincarnated as something else, though that "something else" is not a guaranteed good birth.

Other people can also speed up the process via transferring of merits: hiring a priest/monk to chant sutras and perform rituals, for example, or performing good deeds in life in dedication to the dead, or they can pray to a Daoist/Buddhist deity to save their loved ones from a dreadful fate.

Interestingly enough, a thesis paper I read mentions that, whereas Buddhist salvation from the Hells was based on transference of merits——you give monks offerings and pay them to chant sutras, so they can cancel out the sinners' bad karma with good ones, Daoist ideas of salvation tend to involve the priest going down there, sorting it out with the Underworld officials, and taking the dead out of the Hells themselves.

(The paper also stops at the Northern-Southern and Tang dynasties, so the above is likely period-specific.)

2. Nor is it run by evil demons.

Underworld officials are not nice guys and look pretty monstrous and torture the sinful dead, but they are not the embodiment of evil. Rather, the faction as a whole is what I'd call Lawful Neutral, who function on this "An Eye for An Eye" logic, where every harm the sinner caused in life must be returned to them, in order for their karmic debts to be cleansed and move on to their next life.

They can absolutely be corrupt and incompetent and take bribes——Tang dynasty Zhiguai tales and Qing folklore compendiums featured plenty of such cases, but that's a very mundane and human kind of evil, not a cosmic/innate one.

This is just my personal opinion, but if you want to do an "evil" Chinese Underworld? It should be a very bureaucratic evil, whose leaders are bootlickers to the higher-ups, slavedrivers to their rank-and-file workers, and bullies who abuse their power over regular dead people.

Not, y'know, Satan and his infernal legions or conspiring Cthulu cultists.

3. The Ten Kings are not Hades.

Make no mistake, they still have a lot of power over your average dead mortal. But in the grand scheme of things? They are the backwater department of the pantheon, who only show up in JTTW to get pushed around and revive the occasional dead people.

When Taizong made his trip to the Underworld, the Ten Kings greeted him as equals——kings of ghosts to the king of the living. If they see themselves as equal in status to a mortal emperor, then, like any mortal emperors, they are subordinate to the Celestial Host, and the balance of power is not even remotely equal or in their favor.

Also, it isn't said outright, but under the Zhong-Lv classification of immortals JTTW is using, Underworld officials will likely be considered Ghostly immortals, the lowest and weakest of the five types, much like Tudis and Chenghuangs.

Essentially: they are ghosts that are powerful enough to not reincarnate and linger on and on, spirits of pure Yin as opposed to true immortals, who are beings of pure Yang.

It's pretty much the shittiest form of immortality, the result you get when you try to speedrun cultivation (the Zhong-Lv text also made a dig at Buddhist meditation here), and if they don't reincarnate or regain a physical body, there is no chance of progressing any further.

Oh, and fun fact? In the Song dynasty, commoners and literati elites alike believed that virtuous officials in life would get appointed as ghostly officials in death.

However, the latter viewed it as a punishment. Which was strange, considering how they still held the same position and the same amount of authority, just over dead people instead of living ones, so there should be no big losses, right?

Well...it was precisely the "dead people" part that made it a punishment. See, a lot of the power and prestige they had as officials came from the benefits they could bring to their families and kins and native places, as well as the potential wealth and reputation bonuses for themselves.

A job in the Dead People Supreme Court would give them the same workload, but with none of those benefits. Since all the dead people had to reincarnate eventually, they couldn't have a fixed group as their power base, or keep their old familial ties and connections. At most, they could help out an occasional dead relative or two.

Like, working for the Underworld Courts was the kind of deadend (no pun intended) job not even living officials wanted for themselves in the afterlife. That's how hilariously sad and pathetic they are.

4. In JTTW at least, they aren't even the highest authorities of the Underworld.

That would be Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, who is technically their boss, though he seems to be more of a spiritual leader than someone who is actually involved in running the bureaucracy.

Which makes sense, since he has sworn an oath to not attain Buddhahood until all Hells are empty, and his role is to offer relief and salvation to the suffering souls, not judging and punishing them.

Now, historically...even though Ksitigarbha in early Tang legends was still the savior of the dead, he seemed to be unable to interfere with the judicial process of the Underworld, merely showing up to take people away before they were judged by King Yama.

However, in the mid-Tang apocryphal "Sutra of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha" (地藏菩萨经), he had evolved into the equal of King Yama, with the power of supervision over his judgements. By the time the Scripture on the Ten Kings came out, in artistic depictions, the Ten Kings had become fully subservient to him.

5. Diyu usually refers to the prison-torture chamber part, not the courthouse, nor is it the entirety of the Underworld.

And for the majority of souls that haven't committed crimes, they'll only see the courthouse part before they are sent to reincarnation. That's why I personally don't like, or use the name Diyu for the Chinese Underworld: I prefer the term Difu ("Earth Mansions"), which encompasses the whole realm better.

Also: even though historical sources like the Scripture on the Ten Kings and Jade Records seem to suggest that the dead were just funneled through this Courthouse-Prison-Reincarnation pipeline with no breaks in between, in practice, that isn't the case.

According to popular folk beliefs, after the dead were done with their trials/sentences, they stayed in the Underworld for a period of time and led regular lives, while functioning as ancestor spirits and receiving offerings.

Which would imply that the Underworld had a civilian district of sorts, populated by regular ghosts, making the whole realm even less of a direct Hell/Purgatory equivalent.

6. It is located in a different realm, but still part of the Six Paths and doesn't exist outside of reality.

In Buddhist cosmology, like the Celestial Realm, the Underworld is part of the Realm of Desires and thus subject to all the woes of samsara.

The pain and misery of the Path of Hell may be the worst and most obvious, but becoming a celestial being isn't the goal of serious Buddhists either: despite all the pleasures and near-infinite lifespan they enjoy, they are not free from samsara and will eventually have to reincarnate.

So if, say, the world is being destroyed at the end of a kalpa, all beings of the Six Paths will perish alongside it, leaving behind a clean slate for the cycle to start anew. The dead won't all end up in the Underworld and face eternal damnation.

7. The Black and White Impermanences would not appear in the Underworld pantheon formally until the Qing dynasty.

The concept that when you die, you get fetched to the Underworld by petty ghost bureaucrats is already well-established in Tang legends, but these were just generic ghost bureaucrats in all sorts of colorful official robes, with yellow being the most common color.

The idea of there being two specific psychopomps in black and white would only become popular in the Qing dynasty. Mengpo is kinda similar: although she existed before the Ming-Qing era as a goddess of wind, venerated by boatmen, her "amnesia soup granny" incarnation came from the Jade Records.

[pixelguzzler]

Hiya, so, probably gonna end up a bit of a longer post; eight months ago I started posting art and it felt like almost immediately it got swept up in attention I did *not* expect, within a month or two I had like 15 commission requests, no system, no pricing experience, and definitely no concept of my own limits.

Like a fool possessed, I tried to juggle five commissions at a time, then three, then I hit a wall. Or several. Several masculine shaped walls... Turns out I don't know how to draw men very well. Still working on that one.

Fast forward, I've only completed one commission, I owe four people either refunds or art, and the money's already been spent on tuition and textbooks. My commissioners have all been absurdly patient and kind and I am so grateful.

Also: nine months ago I did not know anything about furry culture, now, as you might have gathered from context clues, I am a furry. But I'm still learning the ins and outs regardless.

Anyway- rambling- I'm not leaving or quitting or nothing like that. I'm just kinda trying to rebuild a more solid foundation under my feet. So;

Refunds: in progress. I'm doing them as I can. If you're waiting on one, you can DM me and I'll update you directly.

Commissions: are on hold until I say differently still, I'm working on building real structure this time. Actual queue limits! Clearer terms! Woo

Kofi: open! Members get pixel layers, WIP sketches, regular behind the scenes nonsense.

Anyway. thank you to my commissioners for being actual saints. Thank the rest of y'all too for liking my silly little drawings and shitposts. Hopefully round 2 goes a little smoother! Thanks for sticking around while I figure stuff out.

[kabr0ztrousers]

how about some orientation play? 👀 you decide the perspective! fem character is a lesbian and has a girlfriend, but is convinced (coerced? forced? drugged?) by a big beefy werewolf boi to come home with him “just to hang out as friends”, and she gets dominated, scent-markied, and impregnated by him over the course of days, gf texting her frantically the entire time wondering where she is, concerned something bad happened to her. mr wolf then sends pics and videos of the entire encounter to her gf using her phone while she’s passed out. maybe the gf is into it and joins in, or maybe she’s “okay” with being cucked because she just loves her gf too much to leave her, and becomes an uncomfortable third wheel in their relationship. maybe mr wolf gives her the same treatment and they become a throuple!

Kabr0z Writes episode 111: Orientation

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

The AO3 is filling out, albeit gradually

CWs: noncon; kidnap; oral sex; knotting; impregnation; dykebreaking;

A/N: I am once again asking for your requests, remember folks this show runs on the kindness of strangers keeping things nice and fresh! If you think your submission is too much, drop it into the askbox and add it to the queue!

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You were at a bar when it all started. You and Tabs had had a huge row over... Something or other and you needed to cool your jets before crawling back and admitting she was right. So you'd done what you always did when this happened: got on your glad-rags and went to your favourite watering hole.

That's where you met him.

He introduced himself as Jules. A steely-grey werewolf who clearly spent more time in the gym than most. He wore a mesh top and tight, leather three-quarter length pants. Every rippling sinew of his arms, his legs, his chest were on full display, as was the grotesque bulge between his thighs. This asshole was definitely not leaving anything to the imagination.

He sat next to you and started yapping about something or other, you didn't really care. When he kept buying you drinks you didn't accept, you started to get irritated at him. You moved away, you sat at different tables, the guy stayed on you like stink on a pig.

Eventually you decided to say fuck it, and left. Stepping out into the cold night air, simmering in your irritation at the lupine who'd made it his raison d'etre to irritate you. You hurried away from the bar, moving from light to shadow and back as you passed under the streetlamps. Watching as your shadow lengthened and shortened under you. Only half-aware of the sounds of the city around you.

A hand grabbed you from an alley. Clamping around your mouth and nose as it dragged you struggling into the gloom. A bag fell over your head, filled with sharp-smelling fumes. A punch to the gut sent you gasping. Your head swum. You were out.

You awoke chained to a bedframe. Your feet were manacled to the headboard, your arms stretched behind you to the legs at the foot of the bed, leaving your head hanging perilously over the edge. Your neck hurt like hell as you lifted your head to look around. The room was small, unadorned, bare concrete walls and a steel door, the only illumination coming from a tiny nightlight plugged into an outlet on the wall.

You heard music. Harvest Moon, by Neil Young. Your song.

Wait a minute. It's looping the intro. That's your ringtone.

You struggled against the manacles holding you to the bed, the metal cutting into your skin. They weren't going anywhere. You slumped, trying to get yourself in a more comfortable position to reassess your situation.

The door opened. A figure stood in the doorway, closing it behind them before turning on the light. The asshole from the bar.

"Feeling better?" He crouched next to the bed, pushing his face into yours "You'd been asleep for a day or so, whoever's on that phone really wants to talk to you"

You spat at him, but only got it on yourself

"Sprited, aren't you?" He stood "I'll knock that out of you, don't worry"

You realised then why your head is where it is. The bed was perfectly lined up with his crotch, and you're perfectly positioned as a hole.

He peeled his pants down, just below that bulge. Settling his sheath and balls on your face, giving you no choice but to huff his musk with every breath. You felt as his cock started to emerge, sliding out of the sheath and edging its way onto your face.

You tried to turn away from him, but a strong hand took your head, pinching your nose shut. You held your breath as long as you could before gasping for air. His cock thrust into your mouth, choking you with his spurting precum. He fucked your face, hard and fast, thrusting into your throat and making you choke until he was satisfied, pulling out to cum on your face, before picking up your phone and snapping a photo of you. He showed it to you, your red face, smudged mascara and all, covered in ropes of thick lupine cum.

He laughed, a cruel, barking laugh, and left the unit, leaving you alone with your ringing phone and the glowing nightlight.

The next day he was back, stinking of alcohol. He hadn't changed, or if he had, he had multiples. This time he didn't bother mocking you, wordlessly stripping out of his clothes and climbing onto the bed. He tore off your underwear, flipping up the short dress you'd been wearing for days. Something cold and wet touched your cunt, he was slathering on lube, his fingers working it into your folds as he prepared you. He wasn't planning on going in dry, whether your cunt cooperated or not.

His cock pressed at your entrance as he loomed over you. You'd never taken a real one, only Tabs's strap, and that wasn't particularly big.

He on the other hand, was particularly big. You felt him start to stretch you, screaming for him to stop, to get off you, to let you go. He wasn't listening. He fucked into you, thrusting hard and fast. He didn't care that you weren't enjoying it, you weren't there to enjoy it. You were there to be enjoyed. To be used by him. Your screams turned to sobs, then to whimpers. His cock rubbed against your cervix, already you were leaking that ubiquitous precum. You could feel him filling you, pounding his leaking, throbbing cock into you even as you begged him to stop.

But you weren't begging him to stop, not anymore.

Your moans were little more than "please, please, please"

Your cunt gripping him so sweetly.

Your mouth hung open for him to stuff his tongue into

His knot slipped in to your welcoming hole. You moaned as it engorged, filling you, tying you both together as his fluids thickened. You watched as he pulled your phone out from behind him, pointing it at you as your tongue lolled and your womb filled. You could feel a crust of his dried spunk on your face. You looked straight down the barrel of the camera, still making your pathetic little sounds as the throbbing meat in your cunt unloaded rope after rope into you.

You didn't struggle as he pressed the sensor to your fingertip. As he sent the photos to Tabs. The phone started ringing immediately. He answered it

"Hi there!" He grinned "Aww, she's a little" a grunt "Tied up right now... Tell you what, I'll give you an address. Come alone, and you'll get to see her again."

God, what is she getting herself into?

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There's more to this one, but it's been a rough day writing so far, so we'll leave it here for now, and come back another day to see how this ends...

Spoilers, it won't be well

[andrevasims]

TS2 Deadly Mods Made Autonomous

This is a collection of mods I mentioned in my Death Mods post, but edited by me so that sims will do them autonomously (under certain conditions*).

DISCLAIMER: I have never modded before. I didn't follow a tutorial, and I only figured out how to make these by copying other peoples' mods. If something breaks or doesn't work, feel free to alert me to it, but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to help fix it.

I playtested these quite a bit, but aside from essential mods that prevent townie/NPC generation & corruption, I didn't test how they work alongside any other mods during the process.

I recommend HCDU to double check for conflicts, since like I said I don't know how to mod myself.

All of the mods I've edited are together in one .zip folder, but below is a list explaining what each one is and a link to their original versions.

Since these are only edits of pre-existing mods, you can't have both at the same time. I didn't change any GUIDs.

*EXTRA NOTE: So it seems that because of the "certain conditions" part I edited into the mods (to prevent sims from autonomously killing everyone at every free moment they had), it seems that the way I did it has the unfortunate side-effect that you cannot direct sims to do the action yourself unless the conditions are met. Those conditions being Hunger motive in the orange or lower for the werewolf/zombie/vampire ones, and Fun being in the orange or lower for the witch one.

Sorry for the annoyance, but as per my disclaimer this is the first time I've done any modding ever so I don't know how to fix it.

• AutonomousEFXRavage (both files in the .zip are required, one says TEST at the end) - Werewolves will autonomously do "Werewolf.../Ravage" when their Hunger motive is in the orange or lower. The interaction won't appear on the pie menu until they've reached this level of Hunger. They may also choose to eat normal food instead, so it's not always a guarantee as their first option.

• AutonomousLBFDeadlyNeckBite* (both files in the .zip are required, one says TEST at the end) - Vampires will autonomously do "Deadly Neck Bite" when their Hunger motive is in the orange or lower. The interaction won't appear on the pie menu until they've reached this level of Hunger. They may also choose to eat normal food instead, so it's not always a guarantee as their first option.

*NOTE: Myself & some other users of the original mod had an issue where the interaction would never appear on the pie menu at all. I had this as an ongoing issue for quite a while during playtesting of the other mods, until it randomly started appearing with no apparent changes to my Downloads/mods/game. idk why this happened or why it changed, so I just hope it actually works if you try to use it.

• AutonomousMeduzaZombieEat - Zombies will autonomously do "Zombie.../Eat" when their Hunger motive is in the orange or lower. The interaction won't appear on the pie menu until they've reached this level of Hunger. They may also choose to eat normal food instead, so it's not always a guarantee as their first option. When they're doing the interaction, it appears in the queue as "Attack." The sim being attacked will have the queued interaction "Be Attacked by Zombie."

• AutonomousPandorasimsThunderboltNOREAGENTS - Not only is it autonomous, but I also made it so no reagents are required to cast it. It's only a spell option for maximum level Evil Witches with 10 Magic Skill. If they're only 995/1000 towards Evil, it will not appear in the pie menu. Evil Witches will autonomously do "Cast Spell (Pandora).../Evil.../Thunder Bolt (Kill)" when their Fun motive is in the orange or lower. I also added that casting the spell will fully fill their Fun motive.

• AutonomousSWCrateOfThrowingAxesPart1/2 - There are 4 parts to this mod, but I only needed to edit 1 & 2 for the autonomy. All 4 parts are included though. It has the same level of Fun advertisement as reading while relaxing on a bed (so sims won't choose it over other Fun things if they have extremely low Fun), with a bonus amount of advertisement for Grouchy sims. It doesn't actually increase the Fun motive, I just needed to choose something to entice sims to use it.

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF

11/19/24 EDIT:

I made a different version of AutonomousSWCrateOfThrowingAxesPart2 that replaces the throwing animation with the "throw wildly" animation.

I named it AutonomousSWCrateOfThrowingAxesPart2Wild, but they are otherwise both the exact same file so CHOOSE ONLY ONE. Part 1, 3, and 4 didn't need to be changed for this, so you can keep using the same files from my original download for those.

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF

[sapphicteadragon]

Link Click season 3 untranslated text

Hey yall! Since the subs on the new season of Link Click are ass (who would have thought) and also don't translate any of the on-screen text, I figured I'd just compile my translations of all of it in case anyone's curious.

These are all the texts from episode 1, as follows:

"Partner, let's play basketball together again tomorrow~" (the 啊 gives it a cutesy/friendly tone)

Top: But you do know

Bottom left: that once the contract is established, no matter whether you succeed, you will have no way of going any further into the future

Bottom right: After it is complete, your soul will dissipate, and regret will be to no avail.

Hmm... in order to do my utmost to save the things I treasure, what is there to regret!

Bilibili Message

"Ranxi Chronicles" The signing event will begin next Saturday at 15:00. Every person will have three minutes of interacting time, and must book a slot in advance to obtain a signature or drawing. The order is determined based on the on-site queueing order.

BILI SEARCH (these are the same characters as bilibili, which is a fun easter egg)

"How to become a comic artist" (search)

1: how do I become a comic artist? Suggestions from those in the profession

Not only must you have a grounding in basic skills, you must also unceasingly practice and learn. You can do this by drawing sketches, and practising tracing lines until your foundation in drawing skill improves.

2: How do I become a qualified comic artist?

You first must set your mentality straight and clearly set your objectives. Your objectives must be established on the foundation of a strong mentality. If you want to become a comic artist, there is no harm in first asking yourself why you have this kind of goal.

3: How to become a comic artist? The state of comic artists in the profession

This specialisation is not as bright and pretty as it appears on the surface. The living and working conditions are also not as satisfying as you might imagine; right now they truly are frugal. (the word used here means skinny/sparse) So, listen to my advice:

SKY5690: There's no future in it, you won't earn any money in the first place

RAIN1352: Run away fast

CAT7931: Haven't slept in 3 days

Shen San Shui (lit. sink in three waters)

Today I went to a comic con, and joined a signing event for my favourite comic artist. I was inspired in no small measure, and from now on I plan to advance courageously on the path of becoming a comic artist! Fortunately a demon girl-jiejie (jiejie means sister, but is also used to refer to an older female friend/acquaintance) helped me find something very important, and if it weren't for her, I definitely wouldn't have been able to muster the courage. But this demon girl-jiejie left something of hers with me, and I have no way of finding her. If anyone knows this jiejie, please contact me anytime!

Description: wearing a demon girl cosplay, around 160cm tall, shoulder-length black hair

Top: My sister was hospitalised again today, the doctor said

Middle: My sister's treatment costs are accumulating. If the investment path is good, and you choose the right one, then the path will naturally be magnanimous

Bottom: Today's profits are in. I rarely do anything luxurious, can't forget to reward myself with food and drink while rushing about~

V: Xun-ge, the profits you entrusted me to handle before have arrived in the account <3

X: Heavens, you're impressive

V: Hehe, next time I can try investing a little more, and can earn even more <3

"Sorry I couldn't get there yesterday, can we meet up again? I want to chat with you"

That's all for episode 1, there weren't any in episode 2 that I saw. If I missed any please tell me and I'll add them, and I'll keep an eye out for any text in the upcoming episodes!

[writeriguess]

Hiyaa!!!

I'm so so so glad that you're back! I wish you the best and hope you have the perfect time writing and enjoying this🥰

Since you said you got your old requests deleted I guess I'll send mine again XD

I had sorta of a specific request afab!reader x Bakugo first time (nsfw)? Reader and Bakugo known each other since middle school and hated each other's guts but then in the first year of ua thing start to change... Like a enemies to friends to lovers thingy And they confess to each other a day before the final war now it's several months after that and when Bakugo takes reader for hiking on the weekend but then end up having their first time in the hot springs?

I hope it's not too much XD

Thank you!✨❤️

author's note: I remember writing this request before and feeling proud of it, but unfortunately, I cleared my entire queue of over 40 fics when the plagiarism issue surfaced. It's been quite a while since I last wrote NSFW content, so I need to practice again. I apologize in advance if the smut scene ends up being a bit brief.

From Sparks

The crunch of boots against gravel echoed through the serene mountains as Bakugo Katsuki led the way up the hiking trail. The midday sun filtered through the canopy of towering trees, casting golden patches of light on the forest floor. Behind him, you followed, your breath hitching slightly from the climb.

The crisp mountain air filled your lungs as you adjusted the strap of your backpack, keeping your gaze on Bakugo's broad back. The way his shoulders flexed under his tank top with every step he took distracted you from the ache in your legs. He glanced over his shoulder, the usual fiery determination in his crimson eyes softened by a rare smirk.

"Keep up, slowpoke," he teased, his voice playful but laced with the competitive edge you’d grown to expect from him.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill me with this climb,” you shot back, feigning annoyance. “You know, not everyone has the stamina of a hero like you.”

He huffed out a laugh, slowing his pace slightly. “Didn’t think you’d wanna quit on me, considering how much you run your mouth.”

The banter felt natural, a sign of how far the two of you had come since those middle school days filled with endless bickering. Back then, you couldn’t stand each other, always butting heads over the smallest things. Now, years later, things were different. The bond forged through shared battles and late-night confessions made your relationship unshakable.

When you finally reached the summit, Bakugo stopped abruptly, turning to face you as you caught up. His face was flushed, either from the climb or the way his eyes lingered on you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you with an expression that made your heart race.

“This way,” he said gruffly, jerking his thumb toward a path off the main trail. You followed, curious as to where he was leading you.

The sound of running water reached your ears before you saw it—a hidden hot spring tucked away behind a cluster of rocks. Steam rose from the clear, inviting water, curling in the cool mountain air like a beckoning promise.

“You planned this?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise and delight.

Bakugo shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Figured you could use some downtime. We both could.”

Without waiting for a response, he began peeling off his boots and shirt, leaving you frozen in place. His sculpted physique was on full display, every scar and muscle a testament to the life he led.

“You coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his smirk returning.

Your heart hammered as you quickly removed your shoes and outer layers, stepping into the warm water. It enveloped you like a soothing embrace, but the proximity of Bakugo, now sitting beside you with the water lapping at his chest, set your nerves alight.

The conversation dwindled, replaced by a comfortable silence as the two of you soaked in the tranquil atmosphere. His hand brushed against yours beneath the surface, tentative at first, but when you didn’t pull away, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off with a gentle tug, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you. “Just… let me do this.”

His lips crashed into yours, a mixture of urgency and tenderness that stole your breath away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the heat of his touch and the sound of your racing heart.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hardness pressing against your swollen pussy lips, and you couldn't help but moan. Katsuki smirked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His usual brash confidence was softened by something more intimate, more vulnerable—a rare glimpse of the man beneath the hero.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of emotions he rarely expressed. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you as his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here with him, sharing something you had never dared to hope for.

You let out a soft whimper when he entered you, his cock filling you completely. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him, taking him deeper. His hips snapped upward, driving his length even further inside you.

Katsuki let out a low growl, his teeth grazing your neck. Your skin prickled with anticipation, heightening every sensation. Pleasure coiled deep within you, building with each thrust until you couldn't hold back any longer.

Your release washed over you like a wave, the rush of emotions and physical sensations threatening to drown you. Bakugo followed shortly after, his body tensing as he came.

When your breathing finally returned to normal, he pulled back, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, his tone soft despite the edge of frustration in his words.

"I could ask you the same question," you replied, giving him a smile that left no doubt about your feelings.

Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess we're both fucked."

His kiss was softer this time, a promise of things to come. You didn't know where the two of you were headed, but whatever happened, you knew it would be worth it.

Feel free to request <3

[holnnetd]

Dating Johnny, but...

Simon still wants you dead 😄

(not proofread, so so so so not sorry)

Johnny MacTavish, in all his glory. Or well, in all your glory. His hands paw at your chest beneath your shirt while his lips are latched onto yours with a sickening excitement.

Lately, you've had a hard time getting a moment together to yourselves. There was always something to do, or someone interrupting.

So when you get half a second to yourself, quickly rushing into the nearest unlocked room, you find that your hands can't exactly detach from eachother.

Not until there's the sound of a door handle being pressed. Not that it matters to the blue eyed, it'd be all fine with him if anyone wanted to watch what sins are about to be commited. But you whip around to look at who's entering, and it's Simon.

That fucker.

"Fuck, stop-" you cough out, trying to get Johnny to stop eating up your jawline and cheek. "Why?" He groans, before his eyes flicker to the deep brown ones, staring at us.

And that bastard doesn't move an inch.

Which one? Neither fucking moves.

"Ghost." John murmurs with a sigh, before pulling away to face him fully, hands still groping at your chest with no shame.

"Price is searching for you." He responds gruffly, staring at his teammate before his eyes flicker to your own, judging. Pretty obviously too.

"Aight', I'll be right back." He groans, unhooking his hands from under your shirt and straightening up to leave, but not before placing a wet smooch on your cheek.

Simon stares at him leave, before the door closes and you're both left alone. He flicks the light on and stares at you once more, with a tad more judgement then you'd think he could give you.

"Price is with his missus."

He huffs at your comment. A man of little words and a bland sense of humor. "Right."

...

"What is your problem with me?" You finally ask, readjusting your shirt.

"You breathe."

That's not much of an answer. 'your existence' hahaha, so funny.

"You don't?" You scowl back. Really mature of him. Stop you and Johnny from making out because what?

"Are you jealous?" That seems to make his brows crease discouragingly. Hah, how could you say that?

"'m sorry?" His tone comes out baffled as he places his arms over his chest, directly staring down at you. Literally and methaphorically.

"You should be. You're trying to break me and Johnny up since the day you figured out we were dating."

Only a gruff and a twitch of his nose as response. "I can have you buried in less then a day, you know." It's wasn't even a question. He knew you know. You knew he knew. Anyone who came across him knew.

"You'd do that to Johnny?"

Another gruff. This time no added comment.

He didn't answer the question.

"Are you jealous, Simon?"

"Ghost."

"Are you jealous because I stole your crush, sir?"

A twitch of a nose and he turns to face the door, grabbing the handle. But you decide to do the most drama movie thing ever,

quickly speeding to him, hand on the door to shut it back closed while glaring up at him.

He doesn't flinch, or react for that matter. His eyes just slowly trail from the door to your fierce ones.

He says nothing, always choosing to not speak first.

"I will do whatever with my boyfriend I please. I don't care if you have some massive crush on him and would rather be in my place. Queue up, bitch." The words come quickly and with surprising coherency, no stutters or mispronounced words.

And then you grab the handle too, or well, grab his hand still on the handle, before quickly slapping his hand off and pulling it down, exiting the room just as quick.

You don't realise in the moment of annoyance how his eyes widened. Nor how quick his hand retracted on it's own as it connected with yours.

To say that he was shocked someone so below him talked to him like to a child, cursing him out to his face, was an understatement.

Of course, you had attained the immunity to being massacred by Ghost the day you became someone important in his mates live, but holy fuck.

That attitude of yours needed some serious fixing.

Right after he fixes the bulge in his hand, whilst staring at the hand you touched accidentally.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

I'm not even that sick!

Pt. 1 of my new mini fic series, our wonder kid.

This fic series is based around an ask I had a while back where the reader is the teen prodigy for both Arsenal and England, and she deals with a serious injury with the help of her mother figures and the rest of the team.

I thought now would be a good time to write this as I'm currently ill and feeling sorry for myself, so this is the result of my self-wallowing and pity party, although it might be a bit scrappy.

Let me know what you think!

"Y/N, wake up" The voice of your Dutch teammate and housemate calls out to you from down the hall.

"Ugh noooo" You whine as right on queue, your alarm on your phone starts to blare as you automatically lean over to the left side to try and reach out to shut the sound of it off to stop it from making your head pound even more than it already does.

"Y/N, are you up yet? Training starts in an hour!" The loudness of Beth makes you scrunch your face up tightly as you shove the pillow over your face. "Y/N!?" she shouts.

"M' up, m' getting up now" You respond tiredly as you try to force yourself up from the cocoon of your duvet that you're currently buried in.

Eventually, you have mustered the energy to manovoure to sit on the side of your bed in a haze as you let out a small cough, trying to ignore the blatant rough feeling in your throat.

You can't help but feel like you've been hit by a bus, which would be putting it lightly.

You've always been prone to get ill quickly but you're also incredibly stubborn to admit it, so you'll push yourself and put your health at risk.

"Y/N, are you-- Whoa kid, you don't look great at all" Beth notes when she pops her head around the door and takes in the disheveled expression that's plastered on your face.

"Gee thanks Beth" You mutter while trying to push past the aching feeling that's taken over your whole body to stand up from your bed and walk over to the wardrobe to grab out what you needed, so you could get ready.

"Are you sure you want to go in? I mean, I don't think Jonas will mind if you skip out on training if you're not up to it" The blonde frowns, worriedly.

Letting out a harsh cough that makes you wince in pain, you shake your head in disagreement, "I'll be fine to train, m' not even that sick!" You disagree quietly, pressing your fingers against your tempe to try and massage it to stop the pounding inside your head. "I just need to dose up on some tablets and I'll be good to go" You add.

Beth eyes you wearily and exhales a sigh, "Oookay then, alright if you're sure?" The blonde checks in again for you to only nod in response, leaving you to finish getting ready.

"Y/N, hurry up. Lets' go before we're late!" Beth calls out from the kitchen, taking note of the time on the clock. "What's taking her so long?" She wonders.

"I'll go and find out" Viv exhales a sigh and heads in the direction of your bedroom to find you sprawled out onto the bed fast asleep again. "Y/N... Y/N, wake up" she shakes you lightly.

Somehow, you manage to get ready and then slump back down on the bed, driifting back off to sleep without any realisation of the time ticking before you need to leave the house to go and train.

"H... Huh?" You groan as you blink your eyes open tiredly and stare at the Dutch with a confused expression. "Oh, is it time to go?" You ask.

"It's time to go" Viv frowns as she takes in the sunken expression. "Are you sure you're up for it?" She wonders.

"Yep, m' good. Lets go" You pull yourself up from the bed, ignoring how lightheaded you feel and stumble out of your bedroom while Viv glances at you confused.

"Here she is" Beth jokes as she spots you stumble down the hall.

Another harsh cough escapes your mouth as you hazily shove your trainers on, "M' ready to go now" You tell them.

"Uh, should we be concerned about that?" Viv turns to look at Beth in concern.

"Yes but Y/N's stubborn, remember?" Beth exhales a sigh.

"And she's insisting to go and train?" Viv questions as she looks at you, worriedly.

"God, Y/N looks like death" Laura remarks as she joins the three of you out in the hallway with her training bag draped over her shoulder.

"Yeah, she's not... she's not feeling so great apparently" Beth shakes her head, leading the way outside.

"Should she even be training?" Viv glances at you, sceptically.

"I don't think so but you know how stubborn she is" Beth states.

"I can hear you all, you know? M' fine!" You continue to insist even though the harshness of your throat, it felt like you had swallowed razor blades.

"Your mean when your sick" Laura mumbles, shaking her head as she climbs into the back of the car.

"Shut up, your making my head hurt" You can't help but grumble as you climb in the car. "And m' not sick!" you insist further.

"You totally are" Laura fires back, sticking her head in her phone as she can't help but smirk.

"Am not" You mumble, exhaling a sigh as you feel the cool window against the burning heat radiating from your forehead.

"Great, the kids are fighting; just a typical morning, huh?" Beth jokes with Viv as she climbs in the passenger seat of the car.

"Y/N!" You flinch and fight the urge to groan as you feel the weight of Kyra jump on your back as you're standing in the middle of the gym, trying to middle

"Jesus, Kyra. Why're you so loud?" You huff and whine, wincing at the loudness of the Aussie's voice.

"Are you okay, Y/N/N?" Alessia peers at you with compassion.

"Yeah, you don't look great at all" Vic chips in, concerned.

"God don't you guys start too" You can't help but whine and complain as you struggle to lift the weights in your hands, just as queue as you start to cough again. "M' totally fine, you're all overreacting about this" You tell them.

"Are you sure?" Alessia frowns.

"Should you even be here today?" Vic wonders.

"Seriously, you two as well?" You huff dramatically as you slowly drop the weights on the floor and lift your shirt to wipe the sweat from the top of your head. "M' fine. It's just a little cough" coughs rake through your whole body as you clutch your hand over your heart.

"Take a seat, Y/N... You just need to take it easy, alright?" Alessia gently forces you down to sit on the bench and take some deep breaths, while you're passed your bottle of water to take some small sips.

"You should probably go home" Kyra chips in as you muster the energy you have to glare at her unhelpful comment.

Training is hard to handle, several times you have to stop and take the time to take some deep breaths to stop yourself running out of breath as further harsh coughs rake through your body.

Your throat feels scratchy, your nose won't stop running, and you feel slightly feverish, but you try to push past it to carry on with the sprinting drill you are currently in the middle of.

All of the girls had recognised the telltale signs that you're sick but every time someone tries to mention it, you shut them up with a dirty scowl while you try chug water to get rid of the pain in your throat.

"Wow, you look horrible, baby England" Your Arsenal vice-captain and England captain, Leah, approaches you and pats your shoulder lightly.

It's only a simple gesture, but it makes you wince and groan in pain; your whole body aches, but you're still too stubborn to relent and give in to going home anytime soon.

You just pray you can get through the rest of training, hopefully.

"Oh, thanks, Leah. You're just as charming as Beth is" You say before coughing, while the blonde looks at you knowingly.

"And you say you're not sick, huh?" Leah raises her eyebrow. "Okay, you shouldn't even be here today. You need to go home right now" She states.

"No, m' fine, why do you guys keep making it out like it's such a big deal that I'm sick?" You can't help but whine as you wipe your nose with your hand, which makes the older blonde wrinkle her nose in slight disgust at your action. "It's just a dumb cold that'll pass" You mumble as you huff.

Leah continues to give you a further knowing look, "Really, Y/N? Really?" She asks, knowingly.

"Okay, I feel like I've been hit by a bus... And then it's reversed, and it's hit me again" You mumble quietly, hoping that the blonde didn't hear a word that you say.

"Oh, baby England. You're definitely too sick to be here" Leah takes pity on you and wraps her free arm around your shoulder; you let out another small huff and fight the urge to stop.

You try to keep your eyes from fluttering shut while you stand there and take sips of water between speaking to her.

"Listen, I care about you a lot and that's why I'm pulling rank as your vice-captain..." You're quick to cut her off with a whiny voice.

"No, Leah... No" You interject., trying to object to it.

"You're going home, you're clearly not well enough to train today" The blonde states firmly.

"No, no. M' fine to train" You try and insist, although the sound of your voice makes the blonde think different not to mention the harsh coughing either.

"Uh uh no way, nope. Your going home, baby England" Leah repeats as she gestures Beth to join in the conversation. "Beth, will you please take your sick kid home? She's being stubborn and refusing to go" the blonde chuckles.

"I'm on it, don't worry" Beth ironicically had your bags and her bags ready to go, almost like she was expecting this.

"Why? I don't need to go--" You wheeze and start to cough again, huffing as you try and ignore the looks from the two of them. "I don't need to go home!" You insist.

"C'mon kid, stop being so stubborn. Let's get you home" Beth sympathises with you as she pulls you into her arms.

"I still think you guys are overreacting about this" You grumble as you let out a sneeze and can't help but feel miserable about feeling so sick.

"Quit being stubborn, go home before I get Kim invovled in this" Leah warns, amusedly with a look that almost makes you cower and give in.

"You wouldn't" You mumble, pouting at the blonde.

"Wouldn't I?" Leah fires back, determingly.

You can't help but let out a gasp, "That's cruel. I'm literally... I'm literally fine" You try and insist although the visible bags under your eyes and runny nose say different.

"Uh huh sure I believe you, baby England" Leah can't help but chuckle amusedly as she pats you on the shoulder. "Go home and get better, see you in a few days Y/N!" she states.

"Come on kid lets' go home eh?" Beth gently leads you in the direction of the car, where Viv is already waiting to go.

"M' not even that sick" You mumbe, a barking cough rattles through your whole body as you virtually slump against the blonde as you both walk to the car. "What about Laura?" you wonder.

"Course you're not kid, of course you're not" Beth can't help but laugh in amusement as she helps you into the back of the car and fastens the seatbelt. "And Leah's gonna bring her back, don't worry kid" she reassaures you.

"I give it ten minutes before she's asleep" Viv remarks as she turns her head and see's you already trying to curl up in a ball to sleep.

"I give it five" Beth states as she climbs in the passenger seat, buckling herself in before Viv drives out the car park.

Low and behold, 5 minutes into the car trip back home and you're passed out in the back seat of the car.

"Looks like you win the bet" Viv states, glancing into the rear view mirror to see your sleeping state.

"We're in a long few days with this illness, huh?" Beth remarks, frowning as they both know exactly how it's going to play out.

"Most definitely, good job we're stocked up on medicine already" Viv remarks, knowingly.

"Our wonder kid sure is a stubborn one" Beth mumbles, shaking her head in sympathy.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[bambi-kinos]

From Yulia-k ask. I'm adding a follow up question. I agree with your respond. Why is Paul basically saying that JOHN found Yoko, and JOHN was madly in love with Yoko and he, Paul had to make way for her, and John-Paul couldn't continue as it was. It just sounds like something is missing in his own choice in this, like the India theory, or that Paul rejected John. It more sounds to me in every shape and form that Paul lost John because he found Yoko. "Then came the lawyers" etc. From Paul's pov. Why was Paul finding Linda a bigger problem to Paul? Paul must have known how John was gonna react to that after all his jealousy from the past.

I actually have an earlier meta regarding this that you would find interesting! I'll also insert it into my queue.

To add on to what we said a few years ago, I think Paul gave up on the relationship and couldn't think of a way to save it, while still trying to cling to it. The description of the "I want a divorce" meeting has Paul flinging out options to John about what The Beatles could do next, so stuff like another tour, doing another movie (presumably a proper one and not another documentary.) Paul knew that it was done and over but he couldn't bring himself to make that break. In a way he forced John to end it because he didn't want to do it himself. Hence why Paul made the point a few times that John initiated the divorce first and Paul simply announced it to the media.

I don't think meeting Linda was necessarily a problem per se. It seems more like Paul sees her as a natural consequence of John deciding to go off with Yoko. It's important to remember that Yoko had been stalking John and following him, sending him used tampons, running into his car to sit between him and Cynthia, spamming him with phone calls to the point that John had to change Kenwood's landline number at least once, etc. She was a known problem and had a long history of harassment and stalking. Paul has more insight into her and John and I think he understood to a degree that her persistence was what John found attractive.

John decided to start going off with her in an official way and "accidentally" let Cynthia find him and Yoko eating breakfast together while Yoko wore Cynthia's bathrobe. Then John started divorce proceedings and Cynthia remarked in her book "John" that Paul was the only person in the media machine that had the balls to drive over to her house and comfort her. George, Ringo, Mal, George Martin everyone, was too scared of John to go see her and say "John is being a big piece of shit, I'm sorry." Meanwhile Paul took her a rose, bluntly told her that John was acting completely fucking nuts, and that he wished her well. He even made her a joking offer of marriage though I do wonder what would have happened if Cynthia had taken it. Julian would have grown up with a responsible male figure in his life at least.

So that happened either before or in the aftermath of the New York City trip, I can't remember the timeline properly. But all of that tension was floating in the background when John and Paul went to New York to promote Apple and that's when Paul invited Linda into his limo with him and John and in John's words "next thing I know she's married to him."

So to me it looks like Linda was Paul's solution to a specific problem: John using Yoko as a tool in his ongoing war on Paul and against the lotus eating machine that is The Beatles media conglomerate. John was addicted to heroin, starving himself because his eating disorder had totally distorted his body image, and then he latched on to Yoko because she encouraged his deluded fantasies about being a guru or a messiah hence the pharmacological delusion that was "Two Virgins" and the fantasy about being reborn as a 20th century Adam and Eve.

Paul knew that John was unstable and he simply stopped trusting him. He did not see a viable future with John due to John's drug abuse, years of inconsistent behavior, and then Brian dying the awful way he did. It was all going down the drain and Paul was freaking the hell out, hence he went on a spree of asking his girlfriends if they would marry him. They all said no except for Linda. John's jealousy simply stopped being a factor for Paul. John is jealous? So what? He's been jealous before, it didn't stop him from bullying Paul over LSD, it didn't stop him from running off to Barcelona, it didn't stop him from dating his stalker and bringing her to their recording sessions, it didn't stop him from abandoning his son. And then add on to that the fact that Paul's biological clock was going off: he wanted children of his own and with Brian dead there was no longer a visible path forward for two bisexual men to have a family together. Not in 1968. And Paul wasn't growing a set of ovaries and a uterus anytime soon so he couldn't make his own.

Whatever dreams Paul had of him and John going off on their own as Lennon-McCartney, whatever that looked like, burned to ashes. Paul woke up from their shared dream of a future together and he found a stable woman with a clear head who wasn't impressed by his Beatle status and was adventurous enough to marry a guy she had known for less than a year.

For Paul, who values stability and wanted to make a good home for his future children, the choice was clear. There was no path forward for him and John, not anymore, and John seemed completely uninterested anyway. Paul's insistence that John left him first is extremely important, not just because of the details of the divorce meeting, but because in 1968 Paul was coming to grips with the reality of the situation. That John did not love him anymore and didn't want to be with him anymore and instead wanted to humiliate him and degrade him instead out of some sort of hidden injury that we can only guess at.

As far as Paul was concerned John abandoned him first and didn't try to work it out. John actively cut himself out of their picture. Paul wanted children and didn't want someone with John's stability problems in their lives. He met Linda, took a deep breath, and jumped.

[front-facing-pokemon]

greetings, everygamer! it’s not often you see a text post from me with no asks attached to it, so what gives?

@front-facing-pokemon (this blog) is rapidly approaching its end! you may have noticed if you’re paying attention to the remaining pokémon in the pokédex, but we’ve only got like TEN DAYS before we reach the END of the pokédex and i have nothing left to post on this blog. yesterday, i queued up the FINAL pokémon in the national pokédex, and have thus RUN OUT of pokémon to queue up!

so what happens now? well, that’s up for you to decide! this is That One Post where you can drop all your suggestions as to what should happen to this blog once we reach the end of the national pokédex! i’ve already heard things such as redoing the whole pokédex but this time it’s shiny (top contender right now!), back-facing pokémon, and turning this into a poll blog, so those are already in the running! if you have any other ideas (that are pokémon-related, please—and if they stick to the theme of the blog [like shinydex], that’s even better)

once i get enough suggestions and filter through for the ones that i like or that are viable, i’ll make one final poll that will decide the fate of this blog. (personally, i think the shinydex is in the lead for me) until then, enjoy the remaining posts, and thanks for stickin' around for this bumpy ride!

and finally, because plenty of folks have asked, and i’ve kept it a secret for this long, i feel you all deserve to know!:

my main blog is @kinogassa. that’s breloom’s japanese name! subject to change, and i rarely use that blog to be QUITE honest with you. buuut, if enough of you still care, then maybe i will!

a lot of you who cared already managed to sniff it out back before i could comment on posts from sideblogs, so shoutouts to you guys! for everyone else, i hope it was worth the wait(?)

i think i’ve also gotten a few other suggestions like taking requests on specific angles or whatever but that changes the flow of the blog to being request-based as opposed to queue-based ’n i dunno how i feel about that

by the way, massive shoutouts to the pokémon models ripping project, without which this entire blog would not have been possible!

i can't think of anything else to say (for now), but i'll be more active and responsive in the coming days as we try to figure out where all of this is going. see you tomorrow for whatever comes next!

[pixie-felix]

Who do you think is the switchiest? Preferably going from dom to sub in a single moment. Actually give me the other way around too because I’m so curious.

- 🥝

I have other asks to answer (including one of yours I think) but this question has been stuck in my head since I read it and I wasn’t been able to concentrate on anything else until I figured out my answer. So here it is:

Dom -> Sub: Hyunjin & Changbin

There’s a certain little gasp they’ll do, so slight most people wouldn’t notice. But you know it. You also know if you strike while the iron’s hot you can have them on their knees in moments, begging to please and worship you. 

When it’s Hyunjin, not only can he switch from dom to sub in 0.7 seconds, he can also get super kinky with it. He might’ve been edging you for the last twenty minutes, whispering sweet things in your ears as he praises you (you’re doing so good for me, baby), but you give him the right look and he’s running to the toybox and coming back with a ball gag, a whip, and an ambitiously sized buttplug.

Changbin is more hesitant and a little more vanilla, but he is the goodest good boy sub. Will never, ever get bratty with you. Sulky? Maybe a little. But he just wants to please, so be gentle with him and reap the rewards. Oh, and he definitely has a praise kink.

Sub -> Dom: Lino & I.N

I think that these two are the biggest switches anyway- you never know which way they’re going to swing until someone is pinning someone else against a wall and hands are going places.

With both of them it’s a lightning quick switch, often triggered by a rookie mistake on your part, such as using the wrong word or pushing them too far. But it will also happen when they’re feeling bratty and feel like you’re not giving them enough attention.

So make sure to lock the door and don’t you dare get distracted by your phone for even a second, or you’re going to end up flipped onto your back and pinned against the mattress/floor/wall/nearest hard surface.

Lino can be a mean dom, and he will edge you to tears. Especially edging him too far is what made him switch in the first place.

I.N is a wild card. But definitely takes a lot of pride in making you cum, so much more likely to overstim you than edge you. 

...those are my thoughts for now, I think. Usually I try and keep my explanations even: I don’t like how I wrote more kink details for Hyunjin and Changbin and less for Lino and I.N, and I also don’t approve of how I wrote more about what triggers Lino & I.N’s switches then I did for Jinnie and Binnie. Please tell me yours!

I feel like this topic deserves a poll of it's own, but the queue is already full until Saturday 22nd... maybe it can cut the line. Everybody loves polls, right?

btw, I'm desperately trying to finish the one fic request I got ages ago before I start anything new *cough* Lino and you and Han *cough* so I'll probably answer the other asks waiting in my inbox tomorrow.

[pookietv]

a secret | arthurtv

a request!! fluffy arthurtv having a crush on a singer that arthur hill knows!!

you weren't really sure how the last few months had played out: you had gone from a tiny artist doing covers and the occasional original song on your smaller youtube channel, to being thrust into a welcoming community with a viral video.

it was surreal, you thought, and you were convinced the support and exposure you had experienced couldn't get any better, you had been able to quit your job, and do what you loved.

that is, until you received an email, inviting you to be an opening act on a tour for arthur hill at his london shows. you had seen him on tiktok, heard some of his songs and seen some of his youtube videos, and he did look cool.

so it was an easy yes, you already lived in london, you wouldn't need to travel, the only thing you needed to do was get used to performing on stage.

so you began doing small shows in dive bars, mainly on friday nights filled with drunk people who paid little attention anyways, so you could mess up all you liked, so it became routine.

performing as normal, in the abnormally warm room, the lights slightly pinkish in the cramped bar, it was unusual to hear your name from the crowd, so when you heard a slight gasp and a "wait, you're right, it is y/n," your head did turn slightly, but with the large crowd talking between eachother, drinks in everyones hands in a sea of people, you couldn't make out anyone in particular.

once you had come off the make-shift stage area, placing your guitar neatly in it's case, you felt a slight tap on your shoulder, turning your head to be met by arthur, a smile on his face.

"y/n! didn't know you came here," he said happily, looking at you expectantly.

"oh! hi arthur, yeah, just trying to get used to performing more, so i do a couple shows a week, what about you, what are you up to?" you said nicely, giving him a small smile in return, looking around the room slightly.

"oh, i'm just here with some of my friends, it's kinda close to our apartments so we figured we'd come just to see what it was like," he paused, turning around to point to three boys stood near the bar, "come over, i'll introduce you, they'll no doubt be at the show so you'll probably see them there too," he nodded over to them, and you followed him, with him chatting away about how excited for the show he was.

"so this is y/n! this is george, chris, and arthur, two of us so a little confusing," arthur hill grinned a little as he pointed to each one in succession.

"it's nice to meet you all! i've seen you a little in videos," you smiled towards them, looking slightly at the other arthur, who was timidly holding a pint of beer and looking at me with a mildly awkward smile.

"its nice to meet you in person! i feel like your songs are always playing in our flat between the two arthurs, it's all they bloody queue," chris smiled, and you giggled a little.

you shrugged with a small grin, "well, i am sorry if you're a little sick of my voice then," you joked, and george shrugged it off with a casual, "no, no, it sounds good!"

"i think arthur got me into your music more than anyone else," arthur hill said nonchalantly.

"oh?" you turned my head towards the other arthur, curiously, looking at him for a moment, and observing how nicely the shade of green of his jumper looked on him, whilst arthur hill began sharing some story with george and chris.

"oh, um, yeah! watched you on youtube for a while, even when you were just, like, doing covers," he smiled broadly.

"oh, that's really cool! i feel like not a lot of people knew me when i was doing covers," you said softly, and he just shrugged a little.

"were you going to stay for a drink?" arthur asked, and it became your turn to shrug. he was quite nice to look at, and that prospect made you slightly nervous.

"i mean, i wasn't planning on it, but i suppose a drink could do me some good," you giggled, and he nodded.

"i'll get you a drink, what do you drink?" he asked, and you tilted your head a little.

"oh, no, you don't have to get me one! i can get one, honestly," you said, but he shook his head with a genial look on his face, a knowing smile on his face making his eyes crinkle slightly.

"no, no, it's fine, please let me get you one?" he said, already sauntering his way to the bar as you followed a few paces behind him.

"okay, well, um, thank you..! i drink anything really, i'll just have whatever you're having," you smiled, and he nodded, ordering two pints of beer.

once the bartender had poured the drinks, you and arthur kept chatting whilst walking back to the rest of the group, who were still in discussion, and arthur seemed to pay it no notice, still speaking to you.

"i do really love your covers, by the way... you're easily one of my favourite singers," he spoke, and a small spread of blush graced your cheeks.

"that's really sweet of you, thank you," you murmured, a little shy before taking a sip of your drink and looking up to him, "so, you do youtube as well right? what kinds of videos?"

"oh, i dabble in a little of everything, in all honesty - i mainly do commentary on like reality tv, so things like ninety day fiance, if you know that? but i do a lot with others, too, reaction content, stuff like that," he explained, and you nodded along, smiling as he spoke about it.

"that seems really cool! i always thought i would love to vlog maybe, if my life got more interesting, y'know?" you joked with a slight giggle, "i don't really do much at the moment, i mean i sing, i write songs, i read a little... not too much, pretty boring."

arthur grinned a little and shook his head, "i don't think you're boring, i think you could definitely make interesting content in that sense,"

"i mean maybe, i don't know, maybe if i ever toured or something, that would be a cool thing to vlog," you looked up for a moment, as if you were rolling the idea around your head. "anyway, i should probably go soon, even though i'd love to stay and chat longer, but i gotta catch the last tube home," you nodded to him as your glass was finally empty, giving him a small apologetic smile.

"its no worries! i suppose i'll see you next saturday, right?" he asked - the day of the concert, and you nodded.

"yeah, of course!" you beamed, and turned to arthur hill and tapped his shoulder slightly, "sorry to interrupt the conversation! i was just gonna say bye, gotta catch the last tube home, but it was lovely to meet you all, and hopefully i'll see you on saturday?" you looked between the boys with a smile, and they nodded, all saying their goodbyes, and giving them slight hugs.

as you left, guitar case on your back and giving them a wave, before opening the door, george turned to arthur and grinned, "so, how's the not so secret youtube crush?" he teased, and arthur's face went red.

"yeah, we figured we'd leave you to it, seemed like you were in the zone," arthur hill chimed in and chris laughed at arthur's eyes rolling.

"she's... just very nice, that's all!" he poorly defended himself.

when saturday had rolled around, you were nervous, without sugarcoating anything.

luckily, you had nothing to be nervous about - your opening went great, the crowd was lovely, and the second your set was over, the rush of adrenaline was palpable as you came off stage, and couldn't hold back a toothy smile, wishing arthur hill good luck before he went on.

you watched eagerly from backstage, wanting to cool down a little and not wanting to jump straight into the crowd.

"you did great," you heard from behind you, and turned to see arthur.

"oh! thank you, i'm so glad i didn't flop or anything," you joked a little, giving him a small smile.

"you looked really good too, really, y'know, pretty," he grinned, "overall, a great performance,"

your cheeks turned slightly red at that compliment, shyly nodding a little as he laughed a little at you, though it was endearingly.

"can i trust you with a secret?" he smirked a little, and you tilted your head slightly.

"and what makes you want to tell me a secret?" you giggled back.

"'cause i reckon you can keep my secret," he retorted, "i've sort of had a fanboy crush on you for a while, y'know, from watching your youtube. you're as nice off camera as you are on." he smiled a little awkwardly, turning to look at you for a moment.

your eyes widened a little, your cheeks only burning more as he grinned at you still.

"oh? well, um, y'know... you're also, quite attractive," you practically babbled out, giggling a little nervously and he nodded in return. "nice eyes, and stuff,"

he laughed a little at your awkward attempt, and you rolled your eyes at him as he grinned, `"and stuff?" he teased, and you pushed his shoulder slightly.

"oh, shut up, you,"