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[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)

I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.

It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldn’t even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time

tag requested: @astraechos , @thekanrojimitsuri2 , @hoeforalbedo , @crazylazybabyk , @oddball08 , @lovingyeet , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it , @random-3455 , @alicehasdrowned , @des-deswain5621 , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @doctorswife221b

When Val released, ‘The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice’, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.

It’s scary but also hot? ☆☆☆☆☆

Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!

I’ve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.

The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.

Until Vox said it wasn’t. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasn’t the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princess’s hotel was busier than ever.

And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastor’s breakout role.

“I said pull it, Val!” Vox slammed his hands on Valentino’s coffee table.

“Vox, baby, you’re being really sensitive about this. I’m literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.” Val took a drag of his cigarette, “Its good for business.”

“Would you rather fuck money, or me?” Vox’s screen glitched.

Val leaned his elbows on his knees, “That’s a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.”

“Augh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And that’s bad for business.”

Val’s eyes fluttered, “What if we like, say it wasn’t him?”

Flashes of Alastor’s face fazed in and out of focus across Vox’s screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.

Val took off his glasses, “Oh yeah, that’s pretty obviously him.”

“What is?” Vox’s face splintered back to the screen.

“Do you—- do you not know you’ve been like,” Val used his cigarette to gesture at Vox’s face, “just straight up playing his porno?”

Vox’s hands flew to his screen, “No! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!” He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, “Wipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban it’s fucking streaming! End of discussion!”

Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. He’d pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. “Whatever you want, amorcito.”

Alastor was quite happy the video went ‘underground’ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.

What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasn’t uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.

“Perhaps I should have thought it through?” He mused.

“Ya think?” Rosie put her tea down, “Was it worth it, at least?”

He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you weren’t even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.

"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.

“Well it seemed you had a good time… not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."

Alastor’s eyes were saucers, “Rosie. Are you implying-,”

“What?” She drew out the word, “I thought you weren’t into those things so of course I was curious!”

He sighed, “I’m not.”

Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, “Sure looked like you were.”

He crossed his arms, indignant, “You don’t have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.”

“Message received loud and clear dear! I won’t bring up the subject again.” She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.

Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.

With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldn’t see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.

With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.

His breath hitched, he hadn’t expected that. “It seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.

His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, “Hellooo,” He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, “Are you… sleeping, dear?”

This is ridiculous.

Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.

Nothing.

"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.

He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.

He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.

Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.

After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.

So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.

It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.

Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.

In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.

But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.

Still.

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.

He held his breath, unconsciously.

With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.

"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."

Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.

Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.

"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.

But today, they were soft and out of focus.

"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.

"Am I dreaming?"

He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."

"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"

Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.

Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.

"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."

He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"

You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.

"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.

A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasn’t his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.

“So gentle. Weird.” You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.

“Was I not gentle before, all things considered?,” he continued his way down your arm.

You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, “More than him.”

His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.

"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.

"When was your last time, mon cher?"

Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."

"You're in hell now."

"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.

"Look at me."

Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.

With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.

Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.

He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?

Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.

He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."

Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.

He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.

A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.

"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.

He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.

No.

Not enough.

Too soon.

A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.

He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.

When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.

Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.

He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.

"My doe?"

Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"

"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."

The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.

"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.

Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"

Suddenly, silence.

The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"

"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.

"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.

"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"

Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.

"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"

"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."

"Yet..." She cocked her brow.

"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."

Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"

"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.

She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"

His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."

He’d remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and then— they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.

But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldn’t have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didn’t afford him freedom than what good was it, really?

"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."

Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.

For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.

To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.

He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.

Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.

The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.

One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.

You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.

And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.

Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.

He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.

When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.”

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Pairings; Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Genre; Smut, Humor, Domestic Intimacy, romance, domestic fluff, smutty playfulness, outdoor shenanigans

Warnings; Sam's suffering, mild sexual content, adult themes, public setting but cool sensual play, casual language, slightly crude humor

Summary: after years of marriage…yn never knew about Dean's sensitive nipples. She takes advantage of it. And of course…They're children about it.

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The morning sun was streaming in through the cracked motel blinds, casting pale golden stripes across the messy sheets. It was quiet, save for the low hum of traffic somewhere off in the distance and the soft rhythm of Dean Winchester’s breathing under you.

You were sprawled across his chest, as always — naked, warm, safe. His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek, strong and familiar, lulling you into the kind of peace only he could give. Your legs were tangled with his, your fingers absentmindedly tracing lazy shapes across his stomach, over the faint scar near his rib, and finally up toward the chest you were completely obsessed with.

God, you loved this man’s chest. Solid and warm and yours.

You kissed the space just below his collarbone, just because. Then another kiss, lower down. Then you were trailing them, lazily, across his pecs, pausing to breathe him in. You loved how he always smelled like faded leather, faint soap, and sleep. You kissed him again, your lips brushing—

Dean flinched.

You froze.

Your mouth was just shy of his left nipple, and he actually jumped.

You blinked up at him. “Dean?”

He cracked one eye open, mouth twitching like he was trying to play it cool, but there was a little embarrassed flush rising in his cheeks.

“Nothin’,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep. “You just… startled me.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. You weren’t buying it. Not when he shifted like he was trying to subtly pull the covers higher over his chest.

You smirked and leaned in again, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of his nipple this time—just to test something.

Dean jerked. “Shit!”

“Dean…” you grinned, now fully intrigued, “are your nipples—”

“Don’t.” He groaned, hiding his face with one big hand.

“No, no, no,” you said, sitting up slightly, straddling his waist with a wicked smile. “Oh my God. You have sensitive nipples?!”

Dean grunted. “I swear, if you tell Sam—”

You cut him off with a laugh, leaning down and kissing the other one now, a little longer this time. Dean hissed, grabbing the sheets in one fist.

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“Oh this is fun.”

“You’re evil.”

“You like it.”

“…Shut up,” he muttered, though the way his hips shifted under you said otherwise.

You chuckled, dragging your fingernails lightly down his sides. “I do all this shit to you—kiss your neck, rake my nails down your back, grab your ass—and you’ve been hiding these cute little nips from me this whole time?”

“Not hiding,” he mumbled. “Just never came up.”

“Well, it’s up now,” you whispered, kissing down his chest again, grinning like a devil when he clenched his jaw and let out a barely-there whimper.

You’d found it. A brand-new button to push on Dean Winchester. And oh, you were gonna abuse this power.

He made the mistake of looking down at you, eyes half-lidded, flushed, and clearly at your mercy. You bit your lip, leaned in, and licked a slow stripe right across that sensitive spot—

Dean made a noise you’d never heard from him before.

“…Oh, we’re never leaving this bed,” you declared, sitting up and laughing with glee.

Dean covered his face again and groaned. “I should’ve kept that secret till I died.”

Too late now.

You leaned over and kissed the creases in his lips, sweet and teasing. “Still love me?”

He peeked at you with a wry smirk. “Yeah. But you’re not gettin’ anywhere near my nipples when I’m driving Baby.”

“No promises.”

“Y/N—”

You were already kissing his chest again.

And Dean? He was already moaning.

It started innocently enough.

Just a chilly morning at the diner off Highway 94, the kind of hole-in-the-wall place Dean swore had the best bacon in five states. Sam was across the booth, hunched over his laptop and sipping black coffee, reading through police reports with his serious face on.

You and Dean were seated next to each other on the cracked red vinyl bench, legs touching, both pretending to listen to Sam while your eyes secretly passed smirks back and forth.

That morning, in a stroke of chaos, you’d opted to forgo a bra.

Maybe it was laundry day. Maybe it was revenge for Dean stealing the last donut. Maybe you were just cold and feeling devious.

Either way, the thin white shirt you were wearing didn’t stand a chance against the brisk air blowing through the diner door every time it opened. And Dean… noticed.

He definitely noticed.

He leaned in mid-conversation, voice low. “You tryna kill me in public, sweetheart?”

You glanced down at yourself with a casual shrug. “What, it’s just a shirt.”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes lingered. “Well, those little guys are waving hello.”

You smirked, sipping your cocoa like an angel. “Your fault. You picked the table under the vent.”

Dean shifted. You knew that shift. It was the one where he crossed his legs to hide something.

You didn’t let up.

But then—out of nowhere—Dean’s hand darted under the table, and with a quick glance to make sure Sam wasn’t looking, he gave your nipple the lightest flick between his thumb and finger.

You gasped—sharp and loud.

Sam’s eyes flicked up. “What?”

“Nothing,” Dean said smoothly. “Y/N just remembered she forgot to pay a parking ticket.”

You elbowed him under the table, eyes wide and murderous. He had the audacity to smirk back.

“Oh it’s on,” you whispered.

You waited exactly thirty seconds. Then, pretending to reach into Dean’s jacket pocket for a napkin, you slipped your hand inside and pinched his nipple through his flannel.

Dean choked on his coffee.

Sam sighed. “Seriously? What’s wrong with you?”

Dean was coughing, trying to play it cool, voice strained. “Hot… hot coffee. Just—burned my tongue.”

“Uh huh,” Sam muttered, going back to his laptop. “You two are freaks.”

You grinned, satisfied, and leaned over like you were kissing Dean’s cheek—only to nip at his earlobe and murmur, “Mine are prettier than yours, anyway.”

Dean looked over at you, eyes flashing, and under the table, he retaliated—gently, but deliberately, slapped your boob.

You yelped.

“Okay!” Sam snapped, slamming his laptop shut. “Seriously. Are you two having a nipple war right now?!”

You both froze.

Dean blinked. “No?”

Sam stared.

You cracked. “Okay—yes. But he started it!”

“Are you five?!”

Dean shrugged, not at all sorry. “It’s cold. She’s braless. I’m only human.”

Sam stood up, disgusted. “I’m leaving. You two can finish third base and your hash browns alone.”

He grabbed his keys and stormed out.

Dean snorted into his coffee. You wiped a tear of laughter from your eye.

“Well,” you said, sliding your hand onto his thigh, “wanna call it a draw?”

Dean smirked. “Only if I get to finish the war later.”

Bonus:

You had him flat on his back again, the sheets rumpled and his legs sprawled. Dean’s hands were fisting the blanket, his chest flushed and rising fast, those freckles dusted across his skin like a map you never got tired of tracing.

You were straddling his thighs, one hand wrapped around his cock — slow, steady, deliberate — and your mouth was doing sinful things to his chest.

“Jesus, Y/N…” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut.

You smiled against his skin, dragging your tongue over his left nipple, then sucking it just enough to make him jolt.

“Sensitive,” you whispered smugly, circling your thumb over the slick tip of his cock.

Dean gasped, head tilting back. “F-fuck…”

You licked again, slower this time, flicking your tongue and grazing him gently with your teeth — just to hear that beautiful little whimper he was trying to bite back.

“God, you’re evil,” he panted, one hand flying to your wrist, like he couldn’t decide whether to slow you down or beg for more.

Your hand pumped faster now, wet and smooth, while your lips closed around his nipple again, sucking, teasing, until—

“Y/N—shit, I’m—”

His hips jerked, his back arched, and he came with a breathless groan, spilling hot into your hand while your mouth stayed on him, never letting up.

You kissed his chest one last time and looked up, pleased.

Dean was boneless. Wrecked. Blinking at the ceiling like he’d just seen God and she had your face.

You grinned. “Told you your nipples were dangerous.”

Taglist: @globetrotter28 @star-yawnznn

[robinfrinjs]

2025 24H of Le Mans Resource Post

Happy Race Week everyone! Preparations for this year's 24H of Le Mans are well underway, and just like every year I will be sharing a post with several handy links. This might be updated periodically as more resources drop, so keep an eye if you can.

I tag all my Resource posts with #24HLMResource, so take a look there if you want to find something. I'm also open to answer asks under #Ask Le Mans, you can check if your question is already answered there, otherwise i'm happy to answer.

My 2025 Introduction to WEC, including a Le Mans Section

Spottersguide

Scratchpad (Added 13/06, handy to catch up on what has happened during the race if you can't follow all 24H)

Entry List

Track Map

Shows all Marshall Posts (MP1, MP2, MP3 etc.) on live timing incidents will be located by the Marshall posts. Shows all slowzones (SZ1, SZ2 etc.), to not fully neutralize the race race control can decide to implement a slowzone for an incident. Shows the sectors, marked by the two big black lines and the finish line. (S1 is from start finish to around tetre rouge, S2 is all of the mulsanne straight and S3 is from Mulsanne corner to start finish) Shows all SC deployment spots (indicated by SCA, SCB, SCC) Shows all/most corner names & numbers

Where to Watch (All Sessions broadcast)

Formula E Server (I'm Streaming) Complete broadcasting info WEC TV Subscription (Le Mans Only: 17.99) Eurosport/Discovery+ in many countries Radio Le Mans (RS1) (Does commentary for all sessions, including practice)

Live Timing

FIAWEC.TV, works with the timing71 extension, which i recommend using WEC.TV also works with MultiviewerF1 which has a special WEC section including its own timing but you need a WEC.TV subscription for it.

Timing Results

Notice Board

Committee Decisions

2025 WEC Sporting Regs

2025 Le Mans Sporting Regs

Official Timetable

A Post with links to news sites, social media accounts, radio channels and more

Timetable in Local Time

Wednesday 11 June

14:00 - Free Practice 1

18:45 - Qualifying

22:00 - Free Practice 2

Thursday 12 June

14:45 - Free Practice 3

20:00 - Hyperpole

23:00 - Free Practice 4

Saturday 14 June

12:00 - Warm-Up

16:00 - Race Start

[lionheartedmusings]

hi everyone! i talked about my new "dream job" very briefly a few times, but turns out you really shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. i debated not saying anything multiple times, and frankly perhaps i should've kept quiet, but i refuse to let this situation eat me up and i feel like the community also deserves some transparency on some things that realistically, you'll never get unless people speak up. i want to preface this by stating very, very clearly that everyone that i met in the studio on a personal level is incredibly talented, passionate, and kind. all of them deserve much, much better than the way they get treated. i applied to be a writer for quackity studios / qsmp and got an email back on the 18th of january. i interviewed for the position on the 23rd of january, and entered trial period on the 28th after signing an "nda".

early during trial period, i asked one of my supervisors about payment and was told they weren't responsible for that and didn't know, but would get back to me as soon as they knew which never ended up happening (i do not blame them at all, they’re incredibly busy people). i should've pressed further, but as someone in a very, very sensitive financial situation and someone who loves the qsmp and admires the talent of everyone who poured their heart and soul into the project, i chose to wait and expect the best. i was officially welcomed into the studio on the 10th of february, and while i waited to be contacted regarding a contract or payment, i had to once again ask (even after i was already working) about payment. i was redirected to "the" head admin as it was him who handled payment, and had to wait days for him to log on so i could add him as a discord friend and ask about my salary. during that conversation, which took almost a week from start to finish, i was asked multiple times if i'd worked professionally as a writer or freelancer (to which the answer was no) before finally being offered between 200-250 dollars (which i later found out shakes out to 170€) per month. i had to ask how i was being paid, and of my own accord provide him with my paypal email in hopes of a response as he never made it clear to whom i should send it. i was incredibly lucky compared to so many members of that team, because i did get paid for my work over that month, even if it felt like i had to beg for compensation that had been promised to me before. it was an awful salary, but i was desperate and so excited to be a part of the team that i accepted the conditions. after léa's tweets, the response "jay" posted, and quackity's emergency stream, i heard once from a supervisor that things were on hold but we'd be informed of any changes. to this day, there has not been any communication either publicly on the discord server or privately, even though i asked a supervisor privately for any possible updates on anything. there's been absolute radio silence. i want to add that i do not in any way blame my supervisors for any of their lack of communication, as they've been nothing but kind and caring towards me and i imagine they'd say something if they could. i have nothing but the utmost respect for them. a few days ago (and i apologize for not being precise with the date but i wasn't checking these things closely as i had no reason to) i noticed that my access to just about everything on the server apart from the announcement channel had been removed, and the only role i retained was the main "writer" one. upon checking, the other writers on the team still retain all of their previous roles. for some reason i do not know nor understand, my access got removed without any sort of word, communication, dm, anything. anything i've ever learnt about this situation, i learnt in the middle of the night live on twitch.tv while i waited to see if i still had a job or not. the only reason i can find for my access being removed and not the other writers is the fact that i'm friends with pomme's admin. i do not know if that is why, it's merely my own speculation, but it's the only link i can see that would lead to that decision. i hope i'm wrong, but hope hasn't gotten me very far in this yet. yesterday, i quit.

i only applied in the first place because i love the qsmp. i love this community, i love this project, and i genuinely and wholeheartedly wanted to help build it as well as be able to in some way support myself while being creative. i'm not making this post because i hate quackity and want to see anything burn — i'm just exhausted, and stressed, and losing sleep over a business that ultimately does not care for the people that made it a reality. i could not in good conscience not say something, because while i was very lucky that my time there was short and while i made friends there that i believe i will take with me for the rest of my life, i've never been someone who can sit and watch others be mistreated so blatantly and just ignore it. i honestly and sincerely hope that moving forward, things change, but after what i've seen i have very little hope left in me. this isn't just about the exploitation of people, or just about not providing people with payment for their work — it's about treating other human beings who are killing themselves and working themselves to the bone with the very minimum of care and respect. it's about people who made the qsmp what it is being discarded and disrespected constantly, and who live in fear and anxiety. these people deserve to be treated well, and that lack of respect hasn't changed regardless of any "announcements" made. my heart and full and complete support goes out to everyone who is dealing with these very unfortunate circumstances and treatment (my dms are always open if you ever want to reach out), to léa for being so incredibly brave and putting herself in the line of fire for the tens of people still in the studio, to all the actors and the twitter teams for the absolute silence they've received as payment for their hard work over almost a year, and to pomme's admin who despite what's going around on twitter has not received any contact from anyone in the studio yet, and deserves so so much better.

it’s my most sincere hope that qsmp thrives and conditions change, because everyone there deserves that. everyone there deserves to be treated like gold because they’re some of the best people i’ve ever met. i wish it didn’t feel like we have to put ourselves in the line of fire publicly for any sort of response because clearly staying silent hasn’t helped anything.

please, support the people who spoke out and support the people still in the project. they're the ones who made the qsmp the qsmp. they're the ones you should be standing with first and foremost.

[bleed-more]

Hi guys!!!

Yeah actually I'm working on some stuff as we speak both for Bleed-More AND OGMT! Sorry for kinda going radio silent on y'all. I had some stuff happen in early October that had me needing an online break for a couple months. I never stopped drawing I just fell off of social media heh.....

I'm feeling a LOT better now and wanna be interacting with y'all more so 1. You know where I'm at and 2. Y'all will motivate me to stay creative

Sooooo

I've opened a Discord server!!!!

More art is on its way, may even stream some drawing real soon on discord 💕 (y'all should see all the emojis I've made I went a little crazy lmao)

Anyways here's the link!

https://discord.gg/4vteveUA2W

[talonabraxas]

“I know a spot” Cover Art Guy @CoverArtGuyy

The energies which emanate from what is esoterically called the "heart of the sun" sweep through the planets in seven great streams and pour into human soul producing what we call awareness. These seven types of energy produce the seven types of souls or rays. These differentions are like the colouring that the prism takes when subjected to the rays of the sun. But the prism is one.

TO ENUMERATE EACH OF THE SEVEN RAYS:

1st ray – The energy of Will, Purpose or Power, which is essentially the Will of Deity. This ray is of such dynamic intensity that it’s called the ray of the Destroyer. We are told that there is no true 1st ray type in incarnation yet, due to its potency. Perhaps the best example of the first ray’s potency is found in the mineral kingdom, for radium is said to hold the key to the mystery of the 1st ray. Courage is also an aspect of the 1st ray, but true courage is not a fighting courage or any sort of struggle to be what is called "brave." It is the courage of sure knowledge, held steadily and without questioning in the midst of difficulty and discomfort.

Higher Expression: The science of statesmanship, of government.

Lower Expression: Modern diplomacy and politics.

Perhaps the words of great servers can add a human dimension to the quality of particular rays. Goethe, I think, touched upon the dynamic, initiating power of the first ray when he said: "Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now." And the courage of the first ray lies behind the Christ’s promise: "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."

2nd ray – The energy of Love-Wisdom – the desire or love of Deity. This is not emotional desire, but desire as the great Law of Attraction - the capacity to draw to itself that which is loved. It’s the bond of coherence, the principle of magnetic cohesion which works through all creation of forms on every level, from a crystal to a solar system. All have been created to satisfy the desire of the Creator.

Higher Expression: The process of initiation as taught by the hierarchy of adepts.

Lower Expression: Religion

The inclusiveness of the 2nd ray is encapsulated in some words of Krishna: "Whatever path men travel is my path; No matter where they walk it leads to Me."

3rd ray – The energy of Active Intelligence or, to reverse it, intelligent activity; the intelligent use of form building, of all creative effort, to reveal divine purpose.

Higher Expression: Means of communication or interaction. The radio, telephone, telegraph and the power to travel.

Lower Expression: The use and spread of money and gold.

The intelligence expressed through the 3rd ray is the authority the Buddha pointed his disciples to in his final sermon: "Be a lamp unto yourselves. Hold fast to the Truth as a lamp. Look not for refuge in anyone beside yourselves."

4th ray – The energy of Harmony through Conflict. This ray produces beauty and works towards the harmonising of effects. Essentially, it is the refiner, the producer of perfection within the form so that the objective world becomes a true house of Light.

Higher Expression: Masonry, based on formation of hierarchy, and rules for admittance.

Lower Expression: Architectural construction. Modern city planning.

Perhaps the words of Julian of Norwich, the fourteenth-century mystic whose puzzlement over the existence of sin was appeased in the revelation that "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well". This summarises the essential harmony that in time prevails when conflict has exhausted itself.

5th ray – The energy of Concrete Knowledge or Science. This energy has produced science and led to man’s comprehension of the natural world. Because it operates on the plane of the higher and lower mind and because "man" is literally "one who thinks", the 5th ray has special significance to humanity.

Higher Expression: The science of the soul. Esoteric psychology.

Lower Expression: Modern educational systems and mental science.

Again, the words of the Buddha invoke the essence of the 5th ray: "Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense."

6th ray – The energy of Devotion or Idealism. This ray endows man with the capacity to see the ideal, the reality behind the form. It endows man with the urge to penetrate behind the veiled and hidden realms. The past 2000 years have produced fantastic gains in the understanding of what were, to early man, "magical" realms. Christ hinted at this when he said "Greater things than I have done ye shall do." Einstein also touched upon this urge to penetrate beyond the outer realms in his statement, "The most beautiful and deepest experience a man can have is the sense of the mysterious. It is the underlying principle of religion as well as all serious endeavour in art and science."

Higher Expression: Christianity and diversified religions. (Notice here relation to Ray II.)

Lower Expression: Churches and organised religions.

The devotion of the 6th Ray is perhaps best expressed by Jesus, the 6th Ray Master: "Whosoever would find his life must lose it for my sake."

7th ray – The energy of Ceremonial Order. This is the coordinating capacity which unifies inner quality and outer tangible form or appearance. This ray primarily involves the etheric levels and thus governs the true magical work - the spiritualising of forms.

Higher Expression: All forms of white magic.

Lower Expression: Spiritualism – emphasis on form, "phenomena."

The essence of the 7th ray is found in the familiar aphorism of Hermes Trismegistus: "As above so below." The scientist David Bohm also touched upon the 7th ray in his theory of the Implicate Order, a new form of insight which he defined as Undivided Wholeness in Flowing Movement. A hologram is the symbol of the implicate order, he said: A total order is contained, in some implicit sense, in each region of space and time.

These are the seven rays, but it’s important to remember that all seven rays are subrays of the synthetic 2nd Ray of Love/Wisdom: Basically speaking, the energy of love, expressed with wisdom, is the line of least resistance for the manifested lives in our solar system. "God is love" is a great truth, for love is the basic law of this solar system.

[louis--wifey]

Incorrect quotes with Texas, his kids, and some of California's kids.

■□■□■□■□■□

Austin: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Dallas: Merry crisis.

Houston: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

San Antone: Hoe hoe hoe.

Austin: Guys, please.

●○●○●○●○

Dallas: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Houston: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

○●○●○●○●

San Francisco : Where are you going?

Dallas: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

San Francisco : I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Texas, knowing full well that San Francisco got Dallas an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

●○●○●○●○

Dallas: I'm bored.

Sacramento : Wanna commit first degree murder?

Dallas: Sure!

San Antone, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Austin down!!

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Texas: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

San Antone: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Texas: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

San Antone: You forgot pride.

Texas: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

●○●○●○●○

Austin: How do I ask someone out?

San Antone: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.

Austin: No!

Houston: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Austin: Stop!

Dallas: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.

Austin: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

OMG I LOVE THIS I JUST LOVE INCORRECT QUOTES. If you don't mind I am going to be adding more to this. I read what you sent and it seems like all of them are adults so here is them as children/teenagers (?).

California, to their server: Can we get the bill, please.

Austin, singing: AAA CAN WE GET THE BILL!!!

California: Austin, inside voice.

Austin, singing quieter: Aaa can we get the bill!

Texas: Is Say-say gonna eat that chip?

California: No, I think she's done.

Texas: *takes the chip off her plate*

Sacramento, coming back from the bathroom: Hey, where's my chip?

~~~~~~~~~~~

California, singing to the radio in the passenger seat: She caught me on the counter

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: Saw me banging on the sofa

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: I even had her in the shower

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: She even caught me on camera

Austin: It wasn't-

Texas: *turns the radio off*

California: Hey!

Texas: I'm sorry, do you think this song is appropriate for the nine-year-old in the back?

California: Oh please, he doesn't understand any of it. Austin what's this song about?

Austin: Doing it on the bathroom floor, getting caught and lying so you don't get in trouble.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Texas, teaching Houston how to shoot: Squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle. Steady. Nice and slow.

Houston: You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?

~~~~~~~~~

Sacramento, after braid Texas's hair with colorful extensions: Do you or do you not feel bonita?

Texas, in a monotone voice: I feel bonita

Sacramento: Wondering, because you look bonita!

~~~~~~~~

Los Angeles, crying: My earring came off in the ocean and it's gone

San Antone: Angie, there is people that are dying

~~~~~~~~~

Los Angeles: I HATE YOU!!!!!

Austin: OH? WELL NEXT TIME DON'T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!

California: Angie, give Austin your 200 dollar you landed on his property.

Los Angeles: HE'S IN JAIL IM NOT GONNA GIVE MONEY TO A CRIMINAL!

Austin: That's not how you PLAY!

Dallas: Daddy, what is brother screaming?

California: Shut the fuck up, Dallas. You don't get to talk after stealing my LAST RAILROAD!

Austin: I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!

California: ME TOO! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!

Austin: *screaming*

~~~~~~~~~~

*California & Houston going grocery shopping*

California: Could you grab me an extra-virgin-

Houston: I think one’s enough for the sacrifice.

Caly: Olive oil, Houston.

Houston: Come on. That’s funny.

California: Oh, its funnier than your freestyle sandwich rap.

~~~~~~~~~

San Francisco: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Texas: Francisco no

Dallas: Mistlefoe

Texas: Please stop encouraging him

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

i don’t post about dsmp ever cause it’s been a long time sense i’ve been interested in it and when i was… it was certainly a time thats for sure

but i can’t help but feel poetic about that ending

because before it ended it was ramping up so much

there were new players, everyone had their own special lore going on, and there was so many big things happening, it just felt so dangerous and so convoluted and just so so much

and then all of the sudden, before any of that gets any proper resolution

nothing

for years, just

radio silence

until one day jack decided it would be funny to bring it back for a stream

and it wasn’t that long and we only saw two characters

and that simplicity is almost better

and it feels peaceful, finally seeing the server quiet

and so much has happened and yet it feels like the beginning of something

something new

something that we don’t need to know about

something quiet

at last

idk

i hope tommy gets to go to a village nearby and buy things at the market and no one remembers him as anything other than the nice man who buys bread at their uncle’s store

[cardinalarts]

So SiIvagunner had this big Jet Set Radio event in collaboration with the Bomb Rush Cyberfunk Discord server Freesoul. Basically it was this in-game launch party where a bunch of people got together in BRC with the multiplayer mod.

It was amazing. About 150 people stayed for the whole thing (hit 180 at one point). The game was lagging like crazy, but it was fun.

My favorite part was during the Benten-Cho Parking Lot segment. At one point I just started using the Caramelldansen emote in the middle of the map. Then a user named Otto playing as Beat came over and started doing the same thing right next to me.

Somehow, this snowballed into almost the entire server lining up next to each other to do Caramelldansen in a big circle for the rest of the segment. Here are all the screenshot I took as the circle developed (the last one's from the SiIvagunner stream). I was the one with the Osage-chan skin.

I'm not just talking about this to brag tipping the first domino in the Caramelldansen circle (though that is the main reason). I also want to marvel at how awesome this community is. Thanks SiIvagunner and Freesoul, this was incredible!

[starlightiing]

Come Join the F1 Family Server 💕

We are a small group of about 40-something people who are very loving, open, and easy to make friends with. If you're looking for a crew to run with, consider ours!

We have:

All qualifying and races are guaranteed to be streamed. Practices are usually streamed as well, depending on the times. There's a live chat for us all to type/text with each other and often times I'm throwing interesting transcribed radio messages in there (since I monitor them on the F1 Multiviewer).

There's a dynamic schedule in there for all events that translates to your timezone.

F1 Fantasy is played in there, and there are channels for streaming games as well.

There are spots for news, rumors, pets, memes, fanfic/rpf, general F1 discussion and off topics.

There's threads for other sports and other motorsports as well where all also tend to watch things with each other, like hockey and NASCAR and indycar, ect. There's football as well.

No mics or voice chatting is enabled for now. This can be unpredictable and make some people uncomfortable, so all chatting is done via typing/texting. This is also to keep audio lines clear when watching races.

We have movie nights often as well, where we just get together as a little community and hang out and watch stuff.

Everyone is welcome. As long as you promise not to viciously bash drivers and treat everyone with respect, we got you. My fiancé Stuart and I are the only two mods and we are super chill.

If you've been looking for someone to share races with, to make friends with, to discuss live events in a live chat with, come hang out with us 💕 you can even mute us until race days if that's your preference!

[lullambre]

Since I've started studying film and video editing (technically film radio and video in general buuuut....), can I just say I find everyone in lifesteal, or maybe even just that entire corner of mcyt, editing style fascinating? I especially think PrinceZam is very unique. it's so intimate in a way?

It's the kind of video you'd make for a friend to explain something, of course you wouldn't if you don't have a passion for editing (one could argue Zams love for editing is teetering.... haha! jokes ^_^) Point is, Zams videos are always fun to watch and less intense to digest? Which is wonderful compared to other povs, sometimes I just want to watch an interesting pov, that offers a good story, someone who is constantly active on the server...

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update: i am writing this at 2am dec 24 2024, i have to power through a 3 hour drive at 7am.. t minus 5 hours.... guys zams editing is peak if u take in the contrast of his streams... (like his editings already good but w the streams?!?!?!?!?!)

like if u watch a zam stream and then u watch his videos you go, "yeah! i would summarize princezams cubito life in a video this way! yes!" but if ur a yt viewer (hi! me! that was me ^_^) and then join his streams.... the contrast is actually so amazing.. his streams are so highstakes... like in his videos i'd go "aww jeez... oh no pz... you're really in the deep end now..." as in... i react emotionally, this is true!! but now i watch his streams and... i have to watch the vods for the videos now... anyways! i love princezam video editing!!! i will make a proper analysis because i personally... enjoy... the tech behind a story..... uhm. video editor / sound engineer here!!! im a nerd for that sort of junk.. but yes! i love! tech!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!