#there are probably even more similarities

[you-can-a1ways-come-home]

i know people have already dissected pretty much all of Tenna and Spamton’s dialogue connections, but i wanted to point out something i noticed that i haven’t personally seen mentioned before, and how it may tie in to their relationship. this could just be me going “i’ve connected the dots!” here, but…

these are the only instances in the game where Tenna says this specific line, and it seems like an intentional reference in the writing to parallel these moments with each other. we know Spamton is connected to and knows that jingle, because he also quotes it in his Neo fight (in reference to Tenna and Mike). it seems like it was probably an ad they made together.

many people have pointed out that the Tropic of Love was probably a special place for Tenna and Spamton, and to me, this further implies that; it also implies that Tenna was thinking about/missing Spamton in both of these moments. (and yet still tries to pretend he doesn’t miss him at all ….. )

the other evidence that the Tropic of Love is connected to Spamton has been discussed before but i wanted to put it here for clarity!

the song that plays on the Tropic of Love is called “SOUTH OF THE BORDER!!” and is the only song in the chapter to be capitalized and have multiple exclamation points, similar to the way Spamton speaks.

(i’ve also heard people say that this song and the “KEYGEN” song — when Spamton flashes rainbow colors like the trees do on the Tropic of Love — share a leitmotif, and the first few notes of both do sound similar, but as far as i know this hasn’t been completely confirmed yet? correct me if im wrong)

the only other time the phrase “south of the border” is used in connection with Deltarune is Spamton’s dialogue in the description for the “Mr and Mrs and Spamton cutting board” on the Spamton Sweepstakes page, which also feels like a very intentional reference.

and Spamton does indeed cross out Tenna with a red marker on the below page, which of course you can find linked in the “Spamton engraved wedding ring” description. there’s an implication here that Spamton bought a wedding ring for Tenna, never got to give it to him, yet still kept it for years — we know some other things found in the Spamton Sweepstakes have factored into canon in some way (Noelle’s blog posts, some questions Spamton answered on Twitter, many hidden links)

(still don’t know what went down w Spamton and Mike tbh)

basically the point here is that the Tropic of Love was almost certainly some kind of romantic getaway or memento for them — and Tenna kept it in his special version of the game even after everything that happened; he still thinks of it fondly. they both care way more than they want to let on, and still can’t get each other out of their heads (after at least a decade apart, if the hidden mailroom dialogue means anything). and, despite all their obvious anger and resentment, despite falsely believing that the other abandoned them and never actually cared at all, they absolutely still deeply miss each other. (there are so many instances i could point out that imply this but this post already took me way too long to put together! lmao)

i mean, famously bitter grudge-holder Spamton G. Spamton was overjoyed at the chance to reconcile when he realized that Tenna cares about him after all, that maybe he wasn’t only using him that whole time just to find out his secret. (“you really do care!!!”) and even after he got humiliated by Tenna yet again, Spamton wasn’t really even angry — more just disappointed and resigned. and Tenna, who thinks Spamton was just using him the whole time, that Spamton pretended to get a phone call just so he could abandon him at the very last minute, still keeps the gift Spamton gave him as his prized possession, still wishes Spamton could just be there for him at his lowest. i think all of this says a lot about how they actually feel about each other, underneath the fronts they’ve put up to protect themselves from the pain of realizing they both lost the one person in the world who might’ve truly loved them.

[as a last note: i do actually believe there is a chance for them to reconcile in the game if you keep Tenna in Castle Town. this is a Toby Fox game. the main themes present in his work are love, hope, and forgiveness — that even if you’ve been irreparably changed, even if you can never fully go back to who you used to be, even if you feel completely unloveable, there is still love for you. i think Tenna and Spamton as characters will be relevant to the overall narrative and themes of Deltarune. i do think it’s that deep. Toby is making niche pairings from ten years ago — like Burgerpants/Nice Cream Guy — canon after all this time because it will make people happy. he’s having Fangamer sell Tenna & Spamton plushies as a pair, in cuddly poses. if you think there’s absolutely no hope for their relationship… maybe, just maybe, there will be.]

[riotgurlll]

date everything characters (u can choose, which characters) with reader that has big boobs 🤗

Date everything characters with big chested homeowner!!

I’ll be keeping the reader gender neutral but afab for this one!! I loved writing this because I’m personally a larger lady and with that comes a bigger chest, so it’s nice writing stuff I can relate too as well!! Enjoy riotpeeps!! <3

AN: I honestly could do a part two… should I??? 😭😭 (like with other characters)

CW: kinda smutty but not too much

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Mateo Manta 🩵🥥

-I think he’d love to have a partner with a bigger chest. 

-Whenever you guys snuggle I bet he loves to rest his head against your chest: as would a lot of people, but since we can all agree that Mateo is 100% a big cuddle bug, I think he loves it the MOST.

-if you ever get insecure, he’ll pout and shake his head slowly, cupping your cheeks as he hushes you lovingly. He’d say something like “mi amor.. you don’t need to hide from me..” while giving you little butterfly kisses. He’d reassure you, tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful and that he quite likes your chest size.

-if you’re like me and have stretch marks anywhere on your breasts, he’d love to trace them while you cuddle. I’d like to imagine him being the big spoon, slightly leaning over you as the both of you snuggle together bare in bed one morning..

He’s carefully using his finger to trace the colored stripes that adorn your chest, the slight contact making you feel almost ticklish as he repeats his actions over and over again. He’d press a sweet kiss just below your ear, whispering about how pretty you are and about how much he loves you.

-If you’re ever kissing I can see him gently running his hand down to the side of your breasts- he’s naturally shy about it but he can’t help himself.. he’ll ask you in a quiet voice if he can feel you. 

-if you say yes, he’ll press another warm kiss to your lips; filled with love and tender desire. His large hands would envelop each mound, carefully squeezing and testing the waters. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable, he wants to know what you like, and he’d do anything to find out.

Betty 🎀🛏️ 

-TWINNNNN

-honestly, she’d love it too. Similar with Mateo, she would love to snuggle with someone who has a bigger chest. It’s just so cozy!! And she’d love for you to rest your head on hers too.

-I feel like whenever you two kiss, both of your busts press together a decent amount and let’s just say the thought would make her blush. It’s not just a sexy thing, I feel like she finds it to be very connecting and intimate. Like your hearts are pressed together!! (Even tho your hearts are in fact not located in your tatas..)

-she loves it when you wear low cut things, she genuinely finds you to be so beautiful. She’ll compliment you, a lot- actually. Something like “look at you, lover~” through a loving smile as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. She’ll hype you up too, no matter what clothes you’re in.

-she’d press kisses to the top of your chest if you’re wearing smth low cut- if the position calls for it, like if you’re sitting on the couch together or something. I can totally see her kissing your cleave 

-everyone sexualizes her a lot and that’s fine bc she’s a sexual girlie and she serves CUNTTTTT, but I also wanna touch upon her in a more romantic light: I think that she loves to tell you how gorgeous you are. She just loves to praise you in general, and she’ll tell you how much she loves your chest whenever you need her to OR whenever you see fit.

Freddy Yeti 🧊🍨

-this big guy definitely has a soft spot for big tits 

-sure, he loves the cold, but they’re just so warm… sometimes it’s a nice change of pace!! He loves to hold them- honestly, he’s so big that his hands probably cover them no matter what, but he knows that your chest is big and he adores it. 

-he loves the angle he gets whenever he looks at you.. since he’s so tall, he has to look down at you, right? Well his view probably consists of the top of your head mostly, kinda like a point five, and then your chest. That’s pretty much it- he loves it!! It’s so silly

^^seriously every time you get something from the fridge, that’s his view- and while it makes him chuckle, he can’t help but find it adorable. 

-since he’s so big he probably feels more comfy with bigger chests, just because I Freddy is very “the bigger the better” in the most normal way. Plus points if you’re bigger in general, he adores you!!

-will not STAND for you talking bad about yourself. He will shush you and tell you not to sweat it. 

-he’ll pick you up and cuddle with you so he can rest his head on your chest. I KNOW I FEATURE CHEST RESTING IN EVERYTHING BUT ITS INEVITABLE OKAY GOOD LORD

Skips ☕️🧪

-in his ‘human’ form he definitely gets flustered. Honestly, even in his shadow monster or whatever form he still gets flustered, but he’s more flirty if that makes sense? Realistically I think that he has more confidence in that state, so it just makes sense to me. IDK VISION IT

-that green blush. THAT DAMN BLUSH IM TELLING YOU.

-He tries not to, but I’m sure he steals glances at your chest/cleavage very often. It’s like an instinct, you’ll be talking to him and he’ll get all flustered and his eyes will quickly look down before looking back up at you- he prays you don’t notice, but you do. Every time.

-if you ask him to touch you or just tell him that he can he’ll also get very intimidated. I feel like he’d be extremely hesitant at first when he’s touching you anywhere in general, but especially when it’s your chest. 

It doesn’t help that your tits are huge, either. He loves it, and finds you beautiful, but he still gets shy. (Even though he will claim he doesn’t care and is in fact not nervous, he is very nervous.) 

-press your boobs together when you’re talking to him. I dare you. 

(^he’ll stare a bit longer)

-imagine the two of you fooling around when he’s in his human form, maybe he’s on his back and you’re half way on top of him as the two of you kiss slowly, your top long gone by now.

Nervously, he guides his hand from your shoulder down your upper arm, then glides his hand gently on top of your mound. She gasp at the contact: “a-are you okay..?” He asks you with a low whisper, concerned. You smile and nod. “Y’hands are cold.” You giggle softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He breaks away quickly to say one thing; “sorry..” 

Chance 🍷🎲

-first of all I think he has big hands. (Obvi not as big as your chest but still! They feel great.)

-he’d probably steal glances during campaigns lets be honest with ourselves. Maybe the office group has a campaign going that they invited you into, and while he’s narrating a scene he’ll stare a moment too long at your chest. Maybe you don’t notice, but Dasha definitely does. She gives him a raised brow, and he just looks away. The others notice his stutter as he stumbles over his words, but they don’t think much of it. (He’s a dweeb, your honor.)

-I feel like he feels bad looking at your boobs all the time, cuz it makes him feel rude; so if you call him out on it or tease him for it he’ll apologize and tell you he isn’t doing it with malicious intent. (You knew this)

-Looooves missionary because this man would love to watch your chest bounce. Of course, he’d be looking into your eyes most of the time- but he can still see them in his peripheral.

-he’ll be really patient with you if you’re not very secure with the way your chest is. I mean he would never pry and try and force you out of your comfort zone— especially when it comes to sexual things or body image, but he will 100% tell you that you’re beautiful and that you have nothing to worry about. 

Penelope 🖇️📒

-this girl would be so flustered

-I mean, you already make her nervous, but she adores the way you look— like, she should’ve set up a date with the two of you sooner!! Gosh

-she’ll use her silly little office monthly quotes to hype her up sometimes, she’ll get flirty with you if you’re wearing something that makes your tits look nice and then right after she’ll get nervous and ramble on and on with an embarrassed laugh

-I’d say her chest is pretty small, from what I can see from her sprites: but I think she’d find the contrast to be nice. She probably things the two of you go so well together all ready!!

-Idk if yall saw that ending art of her sleeping on Dasha’s tata but that’s her with you!!!

-I feel like whenever she sees you topless she mumbled about how pretty you are

-may or may not have accidentally doodled a picture of your body on a sticky note one day while she was lost in thought about some organization thing: when she realized what she was drawing she dropped her pen and folded the sticky note faster than the speed of light— peering around her shoulders to see if anyone was paying attention… phew.

-she likes how heavy they feel in her smaller hands

Hector ❄️🔥

-I think he admires your chest a lot, he probably compares you to some Greek or Roman statue in his mind, or an old painting. He genuinely finds your body to be beautiful; like a work of art. He’d probably write about it, too.

-if you were ever doubtfully looking in the mirror studying a top or dress that (in your opinion) made your chest look weird or too 

Pronounced, he would tell you not to worry from the nearest vent and that you look divine in his eyes. 

-I think when he is actually in the vents he’s way more forward with his admiration. Obviously, I mean we’ve seen how he is outside of them!! He’s so cute I’m crying anyways

-he’ll still express his love for you and your body outside of the vents, he just does it in a slightly more nervous and careful way. He’d have a harder time making eye contact, but he still wants you to know he thinks you’re pretty. 

-does not understand why you could ever me insecure about them if you are, and if you’re the type of person who loves the fact you have a larger chest, he’ll agree with you!! Very much so. 

He’ll nod all my as you jokingly flaunt them in a new top or something, saying smth like “oh, yes- definitely. I think you look amazing, my love.”

Abel🪵🥕

-he’d get all rosey at the sight of your chest, even more so if it was bare

-he’d probably hint at compliments, but we know Abel— he’s a big ole softy AND he’s shy- kinda? So he probably won’t directly say smth but like… he’s dropping HINTS

-would adore to watch you on top of him 😯😯omg who said this oh em gee

-If you were wearing a low cut top he’d probably say something like “Awh shucks..” under his breath while taking his hat off. (He’s so cute I’m crying)

-he’d say “you’re prettier than a mornin��� sunrise with a nice hot cup of coffee while the roosters are hootin’ and hollerin” or something of the sort (he’s so silly)

-I feel like he has calloused hands, so they’d feel rough against you

-THIS MAN IS A GENTLEMAN, He won’t make sexual comments right away at ALL, he’ll mostly keep his thoughts to himself at first, because he doesn’t want to be too forward or make you uncomfortable. 

[starconstruction]

Hey can you please do a yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a bit and go out for readers birthday jus fluff and vanilla sex thank u

The Greatest Gift of All

Yunjin x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: oral, missionary, creampie, vanilla, love bombing.

I put the most general presents I could think of, sorry if you've never wanted one of those... Hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 3021

Your birthday usually isn't the most eventful of days, eat some takeout, lay in bed, say thank you to anyone who offers a congratulations/happy birthday. Then go to sleep, a comfortable ritual if not a bit boring.

Things are different this year though, because you aren't alone anymore.

Huh Yunjin. Your girlfriend, the sweetest girl you've met. It's been a blissful 8 months, meeting in a shoe shop of all places. Her gaze caught your eyes while fumbling through shoes, real fairytale stuff. She came over, you started talking, the rest is history.

"So. What would you like to do for your birthday?" Yunjin asked the morning of, giving you the infinite expanse of options in this mundane town to pick from. Not that you had that many options, but the activity does not make the event.

Although, habits are hard to break. "Would rather just stay in here, probably. Easier." You were laying at the bottom of your shared bed, inches away from Yunjin's legs who was resting in her half (though both halves were hers)

"Really? I mean, come on. That's so boring!" She's right, but you don't have a remote clue on where to go or what to do.

"Yeah, but" You gave what was an attempt of a shrug, difficult to do pressed in a mattress. Avoiding the luminous sunlight flowing between your shitty blackout curtains that didn't work.

"No buts, we are doing something! I'll pick if you don't!" She had far too much energy for 7 in the morning, radiating more than the obnoxious light to your left. Her cheeriness was a fantastic motivator, a real beacon.

"How are you so energetic? sigh You can pick something if you want, always been the better planner." The immediate gasp of approval made you chuckle.

"Yea! I'll keep it simple– since I know you don't like me making a massive show of things. Anyways let's go downstairs!" And in a moment Yunjin was up, flying out of bed long before an objection could be mustered.

"Alright..." You said to yourself, she was miles away. You took a moment to brush your teeth before heading down, she could wait a second.

You slid down the last few stairs in sheer tiredness, falling on your feet with a thump, at least you are still standing. You approached the living room door, mysteriously closed. Your hand grasped onto the cool metal handle, pushing it forward. The sight in front of you something unpredictable.

Yunjin sat on the sofa, two boxes, one in each sideways direction. Both medium in size, the entire room populated with red and purple balloons. The faint smell of orange wafting throughout the entire room.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" She shouted, throwing her heads into the air in celebration. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! – when did you have time to set this up?"

She leaned back slightly, preparing to describe her mastermind scheme in all its glory. "Sneaked down while you were sleeping, came back upstairs and slid back into bed." Not the craziest story but you were impressed none the less, how she managed to get out without you waking up is a task never succeeded before.

"Very impressive, thank you. Really." It still felt weird to have any form of effort directed into such an inconsequential day, but it felt nice, great even. Your heart aching in appreciation.

"Don't mention it, you did similar for my birthday, but come over here I have gifts!" She was a gift to your life in its own right, but material goods are tangible love. You'll take whatever she gives you with joy.

You moved over, sitting in the smallest crevice between the boxes and Yunjin. Accepting the minimal space, her thigh brushing against yours. "So, my first gift is..." She leaned over, picking up the right box in order to increase your range to sit. But you didn't move, sitting against Yunjin.

The box ended up on your lap, wrapped in the same colour of red and purple as the balloons. "Open it neatly..." You followed her simple request, fingers searching for the weak spot in the paper, opening it on the seams she left intact for you. Slowly it gave way for what was inside, the thing you've had put in your wish-list for longer than it was possible to remember.

A smoothie maker. Put there entirely on a whim, as if to say 'if you win the lottery maybe' well that hasn't happened, financially at least. Regardless its a neat gift. "Thank you, this is sweet." The emotions ran rampant in your body, a whole swarm of butterflies migrating from one quadrant to the next.

"Don't thank me yet, I still have another gift, save your praise for the finale thank you very much." Your bad, definitely. Yunjin shifted, grabbing the box next to her. Adjusting herself to face you head on.

You opened the second gift, somehow even better, an ice cream maker. You smiled. "We are going to get so fat after this. But this rocks, so thank you, again."

"Definitely a good reason to get fat, now put it down! I have one final gift." You quickly complied, stacking it on the other box. Getting a millisecond to look back at her before she pulled you in by your pajama shirt, soft lips pressing against yours. Full of love and passion, letting the seconds linger on. Enjoying each other's embrace.

She pulled away, "Now I'm out of gifts, happy birthday." She repeated herself, picking between three is slightly unfair. But Yunjin's kisses blew the other two items out of the water.

"I love you."

"I know, I'm perfect and wonderful. We'll go out later for some food, but for now.. I think we should cuddle." You can't turn down a request that perfect, flawless even, especially when she's giving you those fucking puppy eyes. No choice but to concede, letting the warm blanket of Yunjin cascade over you. Her head nestling into your chest, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. "There we go."

You knew how to complete the picture, shoving the actual blanket you two had over the top, turning on the old TV to some random movie and letting the hours pass, the shared body heat and soft skin rubbing together pleasant.

The rest of the morning/afternoon was fantastic, getting to experiment with the two new trinkets she bought you. Makes sense why she went on a last minute shop of products neither of you two would ever buy. Making a smoothie out of banana and blueberry, sharing it out of the same cup. Yunjin seemed very happy about that.

Now it was night-time, she had dragged you out to your favourite fast food place, both of you wearing the most casual attires. She looked fucking beautiful, brown hair falling down to her shoulders, wearing the nicest auburn shirt that you got her for her birthday. She smiled at you in the seat adjacent, both of you cooped in the booth in the corner, the most private seats.

"Surprisingly busy today." You remarked, looking at the group of people congregating by the counter.

"Yep, got in just before the horde arrived. Talk about luck." Oh you could talk about luck all day, especially with Yunjin in the room. The food was divided between you two, pieces of fried chicken. Deep fried to perfection. "You look great today, by the way." She slid in that complement smoothly, she'd say that even if you looked ratty, but your cheeks started to burn red.

"Thanks..." You replied meekly, opting to take a bite out of the chicken to avoid how embarrassed you felt, crumbling under the smallest complement.

"Aw come on, don't be so embarrassed! Can terrorise me with complements but can't take a simple one?" Yunjin shook her head in faux disbelief. Taking a bite of her own.

"You look cute flustered, it's not my fault." You defended yourself.

"And you don't? Should look in a mirror more." Yunjin smiled, unsuccessfully goading another response out of you. Instead you just, stared, admiring her. Something she finds endearing most days. Her brown hair catching the fluorescent, almost hospital lights which made it shine.

Her lips curled the smallest amount, morphing into a smirk, you knew that look. It meant many things but here? Definitely confidence. "Checking me out? I'm honoured." She took another bite. Even in her most innocuous, she looked divine.

"I'm, yeah. Can't help myself." She flashed you a smile.

There was a tranquil moment, food becoming the focus. In the booth there was silence, outside of it was the backdrop. Called orders, muffled family discussions. Stuff to focus on, her presence was enough. A touch of joy to your otherwise mundane birthdays. You held the tears back, an unnecessary outburst could spoil the moment.

"Good?" The words left your mouth involuntarily.

"Yep." The short exchange made you laugh faintly.

The food started to disappear, devoured by the hungry pair. Lingering in social areas wasn't really your thing, even after meeting her. She sensed your discomfort like smoke, guiding you out of noisy environment before it became too much.

"You know, I think I have one last gift for you..." Yunjin whispered into your ear, getting into the car.

Something told you that you'd have to wait and see.

-

Yunjin didn't make you wait long, the two of you got upstairs within seconds. Turning on music to play in the background, the only light on was a dim lamp. The atmosphere was intimate and thick with love. "Happy birthday." She purred, taking you in another kiss. Her tongue dipping into your mouth, running all over your bottom lip.

You wanted even more, pushing her deeper, tongue reaching out to passionately dance with hers. Rolling them over each other in a bout of affection. You pulled away when oxygen depleted, faces resting inches apart. "Fuck..." You husked against her saliva coated lips.

"Lay back for me, this days all about you." She gently shoved you back, turning up the music. "And as such, I'm going to do something special." You knew exactly what she was referring to, her head lowering down to your crotch. Giving head wasn't exactly something she was comfortable with, the idea was floated around once or twice but she didn't seem wanting. So you dropped it, but it seemed like today things were going to change.

"Yunjin, you don't have to do something you don't want to." You stated, her eyes looked up, fluttering slightly before locking with yours.

"I know, but I want to. I've been practicing with my dildo, I can do this." The confession spilled from her effortlessly, she meant business. Fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your pants, tugging them down to feet, wrestling them off with the faintest ounce of struggle.

You were left in just your boxers now (Your shirt got thrown off mid make out) erect at just the smallest action from Yunjin, straining against the oppressive fabric. She had mercy, getting rid of your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to the elements and her.

"You are so hard..." Yunjin's fingers wrapped around your cock, dribbling spit down onto your tip. The light sensation making you buckle for even more. "Let me spoil you today." And that let you relax, she began to stroke your dick slowly. Working her hand up and down. "Just throbbing in my hand." There was wonder in her eyes, rubbing the spit in.

"You are so good at that Yunjin..." She smirked, the appreciation making her move faster, every pump she did felt deliberate, to bring you closer to that sweet ruin.

She leaned closer, lips inches away from your swollen tip. Hot breath wafting over, she looked determined to please. Eyes narrowing slightly as she focused. The first blissful lick ran from your balls to the tip, a precursor of what was to come.

Yunjin was elegant, taking her time with every singular lick. Like a painter and her canvas. Each stroke careful and planned. "I should have done this earlier." You would have to agree.

Her lips started to close around your tip, sucking it firmly while her tongue gave small kitten licks. The pleasure already overwhelming, having to find solace in the bedsheets.

"Mmh, that's fucking good." You groaned, Yunjin wanted to make a real show of it, making seductive eye contact while she sank lower with praise. Taking more of your shaft into her mouth. She wasn't kidding about the practice, there was nothing amateurish about the way she pleasured you. Slow, precise, her mouth a slick warm heaven.

"You look so pretty like this." You whispered, moving the rogue strand of hair that obscured her left eye. Inevitably she tried to take more than she could, harshly gagging on your cock before withdrawing completely, catching her breath. "Shit– are you alright Yunjin?" You asked.

"Y-Yeah.. Yeah. I'm good, just a bit overconfident." Her words were a gasp, chest heaving up and down. "I can continue."

"You don't have to–" She cut off your words, taking your cock back into her warmth, this time she stayed in her limits. Supplementing with her hand, working at your base. "But fuck. You are so good."

Yunjins head bobbed up and down, the dual pleasure required an extreme amount of effort to hold on. Not wanting to let this moment pass. Not yet.

Her cheeks hollowed, the increased pressure made your head mush. "Keep going..." The sensation was utterly intoxicating, how willing your girlfriend was to please.

The feeling started to build in your core, orgasm only inches away. "I'm so close Yunjin, fuuck." Your warning was just in the nick of time, allowing her to pull off just before the first spurt shot into the air, falling onto her fingers. She jerked you off quickly, working you through the forceful orgasm, her fingers were dripping a gooey white. Falling into her palm.

"Wow you enjoyed my birthday gift." She marveled, looking at her prize that coated her hand. Taking long, suggestive licks of your orgasm, a whole list of firsts today. This day a symbol of the next steps being taken in your relationship. "But I think you know we aren't done yet."

She looked perfect post-blowjob, lips swollen and dark with saliva. The smallest amounts of spit coating the corners of her mouth from where she gagged, she looked beautiful. But she didn't give you very long before moving on.

Yunjin began to undress herself, letting you recover from the earth-shattering orgasm you just endured. Throwing her shirt over head, cleaning up could wait until the clock hit 00:00. Next came her bra, unclipped and disposed of. Revealing her perky nipples which you've indulged in more times than you could count. To finish her mission, she pulled her skirt down. Now she was just in her purple panties, darker in the center.

"You can do the honours." Her voice was thick with carnal desire, to have you most intimately. You complied, fingers reaching into the thin fabric. Pulling it down her bare thighs, now completely exposed under your watchful gaze. "I'm on the pill, let's do this properly, fuck me."

Her legs spread apart, inviting you to get between them. You took the invitation happily, already impossibly hard yet again. You rubbed your tip all over Yunjin's wet folds, getting yourself ready to penetrate your girlfriend.

The two of you shared a deep groan as you pushed inside, every sensation most strong, more vivid than before. Without that condom in the way, sex with Yunjin was always euphoric but every previous time paled in comparison to this.

"I love you, god." You cooed, beginning to move, she was wet, tight. Squeezing the life out of you. "So fucking tight."

The desire in the room was palpable, a sweaty mist that descended upon the two of you. There was perfect harmony, every thrust slow and passionate. "I love you too! Fuck... keep fucking me." Like you could if you wanted, she was too fucking inviting for that. Crotches slamming against each other, cock disappearing into her loving hole.

Your mind stayed empty of anything but her, "Oh god, you feel so big, so good!" Yunjin praised, slurring her words. "Faster please!"

You immediately followed her directions, speeding up your thrusts into Yunjin, immediately getting satisfied mewls of pleasure. Her face was etched in pleasure, mouth agape enough to let out those heavy sounds. Eyes struggling to stay open, but the best part was her cheeks were smouldering a bright red.

The two of you were running on pure arousal, fueled by the wet squelching noises fighting to be heard over the music and moans. You were embarrassed at how quickly your orgasm was threatening to emerge again. Trying to focus on anything else to keep the night going.

Nothing.

Nothing came to mind.

It all rotated back to her.

"I'm go–" You couldn't even get the words out, every thrust took too much effort.

"Do it! Fill me up, please!" Yunjin pleaded, clearly chasing that same high you was approaching.

With one final thrust you stopped, burying yourself as deep as possible inside. Giving her the birthday wish she desired, it didn't matter who's day it actually was. Filling her with your cum.

Your orgasm set off a chain reaction, causing her to reach hers at the same time. Her walls clamping down on your sensitive cock, giving one last breathy moan before the two of you came back to earth.

You pulled out, letting your cum flow out onto the bed without a second care. "Wow." You gasped.

"Yeah... that's how I'd put it." Yunjin chuckled, laying there exhausted. "I love you, happy birthday."

"You really like to repeat that, almost forgot what day it is. Love ya."

"Wanna run the bath? Give me a second to catch my breath?" She asked, which you were more than happy to comply with.

"Of course, lay there. We'll clean up tomorrow."

Safe to say she was the greatest gift of them all.

[v4mp1r1cs]

can you do the 'fake bj prank' with bsd men? i love your work so much!

˙⋆✮ Fake Bj prank w bsd men ! ❀⋆.˚

Warnings: Suggestive themes, slightly explicit language in Ranpo's, gn!reader however implied reader has hair long enough to tie back, maybe slightly ooc but shouldn't be very noticable

A/N: Thanks sm for the req anon!! I'm so happy you like my work <3 Also i realise there's only 4 people here but I'm more than happy to add anyone if there's anyone else you wanted on here I can always come back and edit it, plus I was thinking about doing nikolai and kunikida anyway! Also I'm not massively familiar with this prank so if this wasn't the prank you meant please req again and I can re do it!

Dazai ♡

That classic smirk widens tenfold across his face the second your hands raise to pull back your hair, hands immediately fumbling for his belt buckle despite the fact it’s the middle of the day and you're both standing in the agency’s staff kitchen where anyone could walk in at any given time. When you bend over, head becoming level with his crotch he starts practically buzzing with anticipation, the telltale sound of a zipper reaching your ears as you straighten out to your full height once more. That eager look on his face is wiped clean the moment he sees the hairband between your fingers. You send him a questioning glance accompanied by a somewhat disapproving shake of your head, though you're fighting back an accomplished smirk at getting back at him for once, he’s not the only one who’s allowed to tease and today he had found that out. He’s probably noticed your failure at hiding an expression of such self satisfaction but he’s clearly too occupied with the fact you’ve pulled a stunt like this and left him standing with his belt and trousers undone in the middle of the agency. 

“Dropped my hair tie.” You present him with the object before finishing tying up your hair. As you snag your half finished cup of coffee from the countertop and begin to wander back to your desk, Dazai’s disbelieving sputtering reaches your ears as the heavy thud of stumbling footsteps follow you.

“Wha- bella! How could you do this to me! How am I supposed to concentrate on my work now? Unbelievable…”

Chuuya ♡

Pretty similar to Dazai for once, when he’s seated on the opulent leather of his desk chair with legs folded atop his desk and you suddenly duck into his vision, hair back in one hand and ducking under his desk, a cocky smirk paints itself across his features. He’s not one to care about you doing stuff like this in his office, you’ve done it before and he’ll take any opportunity to piss off Mori. He’s also one of the topmost executives in the port mafia and with power like his, no one would even give him a dirty look even if you’d been outright caught giving him head in broad daylight. 

He immediately snaps to attention, dragging his legs off the desk and manspreading in that way he knows you find hot, a single gloved hand toying with his belt buckle in knowing anticipation. He leans back, confident in his demeanor, so imagine the shock when you don’t even move towards him but pop back up off the floor and begin tying your hair up with a hair tie he hadn’t even noticed lying by his feet. You throw an oh so false innocent look, trying and failing to hide the twitching corner of your lips as you notice the smug grin slip off his face and morph into an expression of frustrated disappointment. He doesn’t say anything, but you swear you hear something along the lines of ‘fucking tease’ muttered under his breath as he swivels the chair to face the bookshelf on the opposite wall. 

“What did you think I was gonna do?” you question, though the teasing lilt never leaves your voice. 

“Oi nothing! What’dya take me for a perv!?” 

Ranpo ♡

Ranpo knows exactly what you’re doing before you’ve even begun to execute your so-called master plan. He noticed you were acting strange before you’d both left the early morning comfort of your shared space, trying so desperately to conceal the mischievous smirk that’s threatening to break loose onto your face as you fixed his tie, shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter you thought you were hiding so well. He’s not sure why you fell under the impression that the self proclaimed ‘world’s greatest detective’ wouldn’t deduce you were up to something but he’ll play along with your silly antics for now, there’s nothing for him to lose or gain either way and better see you thinking you did something than present you with early disappointment. You can have this victory for once, his ego’s big enough to withstand letting you win every once in a while. 

You try to subtly drop a hair tie by the edge of his desk, right underneath his locked drawer of sweets and immediately Ranpo sees through your intentions. As you fill up a cup at the water cooler and circle back past his desk, he’s already pushing away from his desk just enough to leave you with an opportune gap, swivelling his chair in your direction and leaning back slightly. Your cup is abandoned on the edge of his desk as you bend over and for a split second, Ranpo is genuinely caught off guard as you teasingly rest your hand directly over his clothed cock and it has him wondering for a fleeting moment if you actually intended to go through with this. That surprise is then cut off the moment you rise again, batting your lashes innocently and sauntering away like you didn’t notice his wide eyes or slightly agape mouth.

Well you actually achieved the win over the detective this time.

Atsushi ♡

Poor Atsushi is sent into a spiralling descent of shock the second he realises the implications of the stunt you’re pulling. You’d wandered over to where he was sitting on the sofa during the agency lunch break, striking up mundane conversation about what you’d make together for dinner, or who would end up having to do certain chores. Your hair tie lay just in front of his feet where you’d planted it earlier with absolute certainty he’d slouch into the worn leather sofa like usual. He’s leaning back comfortably, gloved hands folded casually behind his head as a bright smile rests on his face, chatting away and totally unaware of how that demeanor will shift in the next few moments. He notices your eyes wandering a few times, and that smile drops slightly, concern colouring his features. 

“You alright?” He tilts his head, studying your face intensely as your gaze flicks back to meet his, dismissing his worry with a gentle wave of your hand and motioning for him to continue. Cue more content rambling, and as he takes a second to catch his breath, you put your, albeit a little cruel, plan into motion. You rest a tentative hand on his thigh, leaning down so you’re eye level with his crotch, gaze darting up to subtly gauge his reaction. His eyebrow raises in confusion before your hand creeps higher, furthering your meaning. Realisation dawns on him immediately and there's no hiding the widening of his eyes or the intensely crimson blush crawling up his neck and painting his face a vivid shade of red. You suppress a laugh, barely, snatching the hair tie from the floor and completing the routine by tying your hair up, ignoring the flustered sputtering of the man in front of you. 

“Wha- B-but why would you…?” You do end up feeling a slither of remorse, you may have broken him for the moment. You confess the prank to him before the guilt can eat away at you too much and he seems to take it in stride thankfully. He’s still blushing a bit as you leave the agency that night though. You laugh.

Thanks for reading!! All likes & reblogs r appriciated and feel free to req <3 Love u all x

[queen-mihai]

There's something very "white supremacy" about this system too

Really think about it

That mail room job is gonna go to the nephew of the ceo

That nephew is gonna get pushed through the ranks fast no matter how much he fucks up. Unless, you know, he commits a Cardinal sin like coming out as gay or trans, or brings a person of color home as his partner

Even if he gets fired for incompetence, GUESS WHAT HE HAS ON HIS RESUME NOW!?

Fucking. Experience.

He's now much more likely to get hired into the next position because the hiring manager thinks "an incompetent moron with 3 years experience is better than a capable person with no experience"

It's racism all the way down, I fucking swear

Oh and since I'm relating EVERYTHING to my book, it works the same for me

A book really only sells massively well when it's already selling massively well

Racist readers will quickly pick up a book with a white man on the cover en masse

Especially if the book is new

Especially if the book is good

I'm not going quality vs quality here. I'm asking you to consider that both me and a similarly well known and liked straight white man both introduce high quality books on the same day

We advertise in the same way on the same channels with similar styles

Who do YOU think will sell more?

The imaginary man wins every fucking time. Because it doesn't matter that they're both quality books. It doesn't matter that they're both written by authors that are well liked.

People will pick up that imaginary man's book before mine, and then the fact that his book is selling more will lead people to believe that his book is somehow better, based on sales, and even fewer will buy mine.

Luckily for me, that's not the case

It's not a zero sum game and other authors are also readers and we can all support each other.

That's one way the creative world is more forgiving than the corporate world. It's not just about one job. We can all lift each other up. If me and mister hypothetical straight male author were really in the world, I'd probably reach out and see if we could collab and boost EACH OTHER'S stories up. He could get some trust from the community from me, I could get some visibility by having his face next to mine. It could all work out and then everybody has twice the amount of great stories to read

That's the world I wanna live in. That's the world I'm gonna work hard to create

"The Master's Quest: The Dancing City"

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-masters-quest-queen-mihai/1147795493?ean=9798231783557

"The Master's Quest: Meet Annabella"

[forsaken-headcanons]

wooooo guest culture + sign language + how it affects our guest cast headcanons!! well half headcanon half au because it is pretty divergent at some points

uh there's two main sign languages used in robloxia, one by admins and one by guests. (ofc there's plenty of people who use neither and have their own home signs for stuff, esp people who fall into neither of those categories and didn't have access to resources for learning either)

guests are pretty heavily discriminated against (which is why most of them are capital d Dead nowadays) and due to this it's seen as more "proper" to use/learn admin-sign. schools prioritize teaching admin-sign, but it's still pretty far behind most other languages because of Ableism 💪💪🔥🔥

one of the few exceptions to the preference towards admin-sign is for hackers, both because there's a LOT of guest hackers (driven towards hacking because of desperation) and also for the tactical advantage of admins not knowing what the fuck you're saying. hacker guest-sign is its own dialect, actually! a few signs do differ from the "base" language. this does unfortunately bring more stigma to guest-sign and guests as a whole which Sucks but y’know the stigma was going to happen no matter what, it just happened in this specific way this time. A lot of guests are very chill with hackers because, yk, they get it.

names are handled differently than most other cultures. Guests pretty usually go by their assigned number, although later in life chose a "true name" that they go by with close friends/family. They often don't care how you pronounce their number because the sign for it will be the same anyways. (True names often don't have translations into vocal language, because they're often unique signs) (same with the use of "true name”; it has its own sign that isn't translatable into other languages, true name is the best approximation) It's fairly common for Guests to have multiple true names and use them for different sets of people/different situations (I think 1337 would have a name roughly similar to "shrapnel" [for use during rounds] and 666 would have one roughly similar to "hurricane* [xe used it during xyr hacker days])

Because of the way guest's names work, the signs for number/name are the same! there is a sign for true names, but it is deemed offensive for non-guests to use it. if you're a non-guest you have to sign "my number is [just a normal ass name]", although this is often translated into English as "I go by [name]"

a lot of guests hate admins, especially builderman, for having the GALL to make them in his image and then also take their voices and control over their own bodies away. also not being able to change their appearance SUCKS for any and every transgender quest (of which there are many) which is partially why so many were hackers.

guest discrimination is its own thing in-universe but it's definitely very closely tied to racism + ableism + classism and it has a lot of the same affects those have.

666 was actually a very prominent hacker. they were in the process of dabbling when they and noob cut off, but after that she went off the deep end. it's one of the most infamous guest hackers out there, being very skilled at avoiding bans and admins, and xe kinda took up the mantle of being a "guest protector" of sorts. very heavily punishing places & people known to be against guests. most non-guests thought they were terrifying, and most guests thought they were fucking awesome.

1337 & 666 both have to deal with micro aggressions (very often unintentional) from the other survivors/killers which sucks bad.

Noob & 007n7 have to translate for 1337. and one time someone asked "why don't you translate for Taph too” (taph uses admin-sign) it took a lot of restraint for Noob & 007n7 to not punch them. And even when being translated it feels like people will talk more to the translator than to 1337 himself. Taph has probably accidentally made offensive remarks toward him which is never fun, especially when they’re the only other survivor who can’t speak. It took a long while for anyone to actually try to learn guest-sign even after 1337 gets forsakened; it takes 1337 having a breakdown and blowing up at someone about it for anyone to actually realize how important it is to him. even after, when people ask 1337 to slow down so they can understand him better, they often won't listen when he asks them to do the same for vocal languages. (That isn't his first language give him a break!!!) They all get better at it over time, of course, because they're not being assholes on purpose. But maybe that's almost worse.

666 also has it pretty hard considering xe lost a lot of dexterity when transforming. she can barely sign anymore (not to mention only having 4 claws on each hand instead of 5 fingers, which means a lot less to work with) and she has a hard time writing too. (new hands + less dexterity double whammy). the people paw likes the most are c00lkidd and Noli, because both know guest-sign and paw doesn’t have to go through the mental struggle of translating their words (heavy brain fog from The Specter). Even if xe can’t communicate back, it’s nice enough. Eventually Jason gets in on it too - i hc he never learned any sign language, but still can’t speak - and he’s super excited to have other people finally understand him.

Charlotte technically can speak - but it hurts, she doesn’t like it, and her voice is quiet/raspy anyways. She prefers to sign but is often forced not to in school because of stupid ableist rules about “gang signs”. It sucks even more now that her dad is dead and her biggest tether to her culture is just…gone. In a hypothetical killer!Charlotte au she’d get along great with c00lkidd because they could actually sign to each other, and Charlotte’s never met a kid her age who knew guest-sign.

anyway ☝️ let’s fucking go

WE MADE IT TO THIS ASK!!!!! WOOOOO MILESTONE ACHIEVED /silly /ref

JESUS CHRIST THIS IS SO COOL???? WHO LET YOU COOK???? GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN THIS IS SO FIRE HOLYYYY... admin sign and guest sign,.., hesuyiehiuasyguh...... we're adding that to our personal worldbuilding for roblox thankiess HEJSEG

[galactic-rhea]

The key to understand sabedala imo is that is completely onesided and that is very tragic as Sabé never really fully knew Padmé. She was perhaps under the impression that she knew Padmé like no one else, except maybe other of the handmaidens (i'm convinced there was a lot of jealousy in between the handmaidens), but it turned out that no, she didn't knew Padmé as well as she thought she did, and for her that's probably her biggest failure because her mentality is that of having to copy Padmé in the best of her capacity and sharing similar thoughts and ideas.

But the sort of intimacy Sabé thinks they had is a illusion, a lie, and honestly I think is more interesting and would make sense if she never realized this, not even after Padmé's death. She went on thinking they were soulmates of sorts and changed her name legally, whereas Padmé didn't even tell her she married. For Padmé the kind of intimacy Sabé wanted was impossible because these are her employees and her decoys, they're there to die on her place.

Who Sabé really knew and probably actually fell in love with, was Queen Amidala, not Padmé, because after all the facade and identitiy fuckery, even Sabé got lost in the tunnel vision of Queen Amidala vs Padmé.

[fieldofdaisiies]

pairing: Azriel x Reader x Eris request: PLEASEEEEE Azriel x reader! (or Eris, or both cause don't even get me started on the perfection that is azris 🥵) Forced proximity…angst enemies to lovers…feral filthy smut lmao(@sophieliz 💛) warnings: explicit content, minors DNI requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, a fast rhythm due to the desire pumping in your veins, as well as the adrenaline and about imminent danger that could burst through the door any moment, as Azriel thrust into you and simultaneously your lips close around the heir to the Autumn Court’s proud length. 

Eris groans, and his head falls back, hand quite naturally fisting the hair at the back of your head. "That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Making us feel so good." 

You know he‘s grinning, his gaze is most definitely locked with Azriel’s, a similar expression probably showing on the Illyrian‘s face.

Your fingers curl into the sheets, grabbing them tightly when a smack lands on your rear, reverberating in the room and being followed by a low chuckle.

"You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N," Azriel groans behind you, setting a relentless pace with every thrust into you.

Taking Eris greedily into your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin, you meet Azriel’s thrusts with every rock of his hips, perfectly matching his pace. 

The adrenaline about the possibility of getting caught mingles with raw, primal desire you feel for the two males and creates a hazy fog within your mind that doesn’t allow you to form more than one coherent thought. There’s nothing but need, nothing but wanton desire that has erased every small ounce of rationality you still had left in you before your bodies came together. Before the three of you came together.

Here. Within the Autumn Court‘s border, where Beron still reigns. Here, in this tiny cottage, far away from the Forest House. But you couldn’t wait a moment longer. You needed them, just as much as they needed you.

If it weren’t for you almost gagging around the heir‘s cock, you would have laughed at the thought. You still remember how much you and Eris both pretended to loathe the Shadowsinger. The spymaster from the other court. Somehow a colleague, but also the enemy. You have been working as Eris’ most loyal spy for many years now, and when you picked up the job you could have never imagined that one day you would end up like this - between them, getting fucked simultaneously by the heir to the Autumn Court and the spymaster of the Night Court. Them making you feel so good you almost see stars.

"Fuck, she’s so perfect," Eris growls, his hips jerking forward, the broad head of his dick touching the back of your mouth. "And stunning. Gods, you’re doing so well."

The praise is like balm to your soul, just like the gentle touch of Azriel’s callused hand, rubbing over your backside, over the sport he earlier slapped.

"She’s almost too good for us," Azriel chuckles. "Fucking perfect little thing."

But then…

There’s suddenly silence, a sudden moment that seems frozen in time, neither of them says a word, neither of them makes a sound and even their bodies begin to slow. 

You look up at Eris while removing your lips with a plop, hoping to catch sight of his eyes. Hoping that they will tell you everything is alright.

But it isn’t. Nothing seems alright for a split second.

Azriel’s hands are on your hips, warm and steady, comforting, but when you watch Eris for a moment longer you realise he radiates everything but comfort.

"What is—?" The heir’s hand falls to your mouth, softly sealing it shut and cutting you off. His gaze jumps between Azriel and the door of the hut.

For a long moment, nothing happens. Only your heart beat kicks up, thrumming against your ribcage like a wild stallion, until—

"False alarm. I thought someone was out there, but it must have been a wild animal."

In unison, Azriel and you blow out a breath as Eris‘ hand lifts off your mouth. 

The former tension vanishes, desire sparks anew in his eyes and with a smile on his lips, Eris tips your chin up, meeting your gaze. "Now, where were we, sweetheart?"

[birdsareblooming]

Rhapsodizing about the Black Arms:

So, I’ve been playing with the potential that the visual similarities between the Ancients (who become Chao) and the Black Arms, specifically Black Doom, are more than just visual. Toying with the potential for these races to be related: Hear me out.

We know from Chao and the fact that the surviving Ancients became them that they’re DNA is maybe the most malleable ever, if they see something has survived natural selection they’re able to take on it’s traits, and develop into the traits they may need more with Swim, Speed, Power, and Flight Chao, Even down to interactions turning them into Hero or Dark Chao.

The Ancients were seemingly less so with similar body types, however I did say seemingly. 

In the DLC Sage tells us that the four Titans are based on the four other tribes of Ancients lost from their home planet.

The ones we see focused on intelligence, hence why they survived, while the four that were lost was mermaids, ones with four legs, ones with wings and ones known for having strong and powerful bodies. By the way, sound familiar? They split into the same groups that chao do ("normal" being the intellegent tribe they came from)-

-with the added “Chaos” type with only three options who are immortal but can’t reproduce, probably being the most similar to Chaos 0 genetically. 

This proves two things: The ancients were similar to the Chao that their different races didn’t have just different skin colors, hair types and heights like humans, but incredibly different bodies fit to what they needed showing massive diversity and adaptability similar to the Chao themselves, which is what it proves second; the incredibly quick adaptation within one being instead of genetically like natural selection.

It’s unknown why the surviving ancients adapted to become Chao, but in whatever way it made more sense, see dogs becoming chihuahuas and dinosaurs now being able to fit inside doritos bag. Nature does like small animals that produce a lot but don’t live long (see: fish and bugs) so becoming that once joining the eco system of planet earth makes sense. 

Anyway: Do you remember the gender-changing frogs brought up in Jurassic Park that can change gender if one gender is lacking? Imagine with me a single ancient survived on their own, and as natural process suggests, they’d need to reproduce but they’re alone so they can’t. So, as Ancients and Chao tend to do, they singularly mutate and evolve to reproduce asexually, but because this is developed, instead of their offspring being their own person like Cosmo’s species, they’re inherently connected to the ancient who produced them, creating a desperate reproduction that turns into, say, a queen bee system. With the added aptitude with chaos energy and psychic abilities, and along the way the potential need for flesh instead of water and the potential need to use all of that to build a home and weaponry, the idea that Black Doom himself is not just descended from the ancients but is their version of a devil chao (who is black with red and yellow highlights) who developed immortality, forced into a situation that he physically and mentally adapted too, doesn’t seem so far fetched.

Also: Remember the whole: Chao split back off into the other four tribes?

Interesting how a bunch of these Black Arms that fit even better are recent, no?

Also remember how I said when shown a species that made it through natural selection chao will take on those traits?

"Annihilation for this planet is near; it is time to embrace the dawn of your demise and despair." —Black Doom, Shadow the Hedgehog

Speaking of: You know how (at least I know since my friend jester who i dont know the @ to talks about it) the Black Arms have a lot of religious language and imagery talking about "the promised day" and long story short it's implied they have some kind of religion?

With planetary annihilation being "the promised day," it makes me wonder if they function on a sacrificial system, say, he thinks they're sacrificing planets to a malevolent death deity who destroys planets, for mutual gain of course.

"We're here to save the humans from their own demise. We offer salvation." —Black Doom, Shadow the Hedgehog

Also if true: This quote: (in regards to " the tribes fought as one but were desperately outmatched so four of the five tribes perished ")

"Humans, willing to sacrifice their own when overcome by greed. They... are a foolish race." —Black Doom before the Heavy Dog boss battle, Shadow the Hedgehog

Yeah uh that "..." carries weight. Interesting how all the info Sage has is from the POV of the surviving tribe.

That being said: The giganto-based tribe was known for being powerful and strong, something Black Doom seems to value above all else, that and the bodies of the most common black arms fit Giganto. which makes that tribe a good candidate-

-however Devil Doom is listed as "his true form" which has very massive wings meant for flying which could put him in the tribe that Supreme, who was the final boss, is based on.

"Im... Impossible! I am the supreme being that rules this universe... I... am the immortal lifeform! I... AM THE ULTIMATE POWER!!!" —Black Doom's last words after Super Shadow defeats him, Shadow the Hedgehog

long story short:

this is why shadow looks like a dark run/run chao,

this makes shadow and chaos weird cousins,

explains why Black Arms DNA can mesh with other DNA in post-boot archie,

improvise,

adapt,

overcome.

I want thoughts.

[xjulixred45x]

You can answer this whenever you want, but you know when parents go “when I die blah blah blah”?

Imagine Yuu!parent does that as a joke one day and the cast gets super sad- like even more than Yuu!parent expected.

Bro’s gonna be watched extra closely because they won’t let their parent die

THIS GETS RIGHT IN THE FEELINGS😭 MY HEART

Obviously, there are some who aren't bothered at all by Yuu saying this, either because they've heard similar things from their parents themselves, or they've simply gotten used to Yuu's humor. HOWEVER, they definitely keep telling Yuu not to say that kind of thing, because let's face it, none of us like to think about our parents dying.

This category includes characters like Jack, Ace, Vil, Ruggie, Leona, Jade, Jamil, Trey, Cater, and Lilia.

There's another group who, when they hear this, even if they can laugh a little at the scolding, then find themselves overthinking what Yuu said. Why would they mention his death so casually? Are they feeling okay? GASP! ARE THEY GOING TO DIE?! And they practically end up dragging Yuu to a doctor because they can't stop thinking about the thought once it's planted in their heads.

This category includes Riddle, Deuce, sometimes Jamil if he sees Yuu is "slower" than usual, Epel, Idia and Ortho, Sebek, etc.

Some of them even burst into tears or get down at the thought of Yuu possibly dying or GOING TO DIE in the distant future, and end up being much more clingy than usual.

Malleus, Silver, Azul, Floyd, Kalim, Grim, and honestly, everyone can fall into this category.

You might be wondering, "What about Rook?" He's probably writing a poem about the tragedy of death and old age.

In general, don't play with their emotions, especially related to Yuu's parent. They won't let anything happen to him (they'll fight to the death if necessary, lol, don't tempt them).

_____________________

(ESPAÑOL)

Obviamente hay algunos que no les afecta para nada que Yuu diga esto, ya sea porque ellos mismos han escuchado cosas similares de sus padres, o simplemente se acostumbraron al humor de Yuu. SIN EMBARGO, definitivamente le siguen diciendo a Yuu que no diga ese tipo de cosas, porque seamos sinceros, a ninguno de nosotros nos gusta pensar en que nuestros padres van a morir.

en esta categoria entran personajes como Jack, Ace, Vil, Ruggie, Leona, Jade, Jamil, Trey, Cater y Lilia.

Hya otro grupo que cuando escucha esto, si bin puede reirse un poco del regaño, despues se encuentra sobrepensando en lo que dijo Yuu ¿porque mencionarian su muerte como algo tan casual? ¿estaran sintiendose bien? ¡GASP!¡¿SE VAN A MORIR?! y practicamente terminan arrastrando a Yuu a un doctor porque no pueden estar tranquilos con el pensamiento una vez plantando en sus cabezas.

en esta categoria cae Riddle, Deuce, A veces Jamil si ve que Yuu esta mas "lento" de lo normal, Epel, Idia y Ortho, Sebek, etc.

Algunos directamente se ponen a llorar o super bajoneados por solo pensar en que Yuu podria morir o que VA A MORIR en el futuro lejano, y terminan siendo mucho mas pegajosos que de costumbre.

aqui caen Malleus, Silver, Azul, Floyd, Kalim, Grim, y honestamente todos pueden caer en esta categoria.

se preguntaran ¿y Rook? probablemente haciendo un poema de lo tragico de la muerte y vejez.

en general, no juegues con sus emociones, especialmente relacionadas a Yuu parent, no permitirán que nada le pase (pelearan con la muerte de ser necesario xd, no los tientes).

[crustyfloor]

I really like December's fansign event for these shikishis (1st one, I assume, was drawn in the same time frame as the second) but I didn’t see Till’s version it’s so kyute

What held their relationship back the most really was ignorance and misunderstanding… every time there is a little more of Till’s initial perspective of Ivan, it shows in his emotional response to Ivan and his thoughts. Ivan’s an oddity to Till, but it seems that Till had already automatically given him the benefit of the doubt <turns out, Till’s attachment to Ivan was founded in a mutual desire for connection, from the start, pure intentions and all, Till considered Ivan a friend, a weirdo, but not the enemy>

(and that’s something I’m particularly fixated on, since Till’s thoughts aren’t clear, but reading between the lines of his expressions/words makes for a fascinating tell of his feelings)

Naturally, because of Till’s nature, I don’t think he would have assumed the worst of Ivan in the beginning; that’s why he doesn’t and didn’t hate him. INFPS in general tend to be more empathetic and compassionate, he’s an intuitive feeler type, with that in mind, TIll is naturally compassionate and considerate even for Ivan’s sake. But if Ivan had chosen his words better, Till would’ve liked and understood him better/sooner— it’s about moments like these where Till perceived Ivan’s behavior despite Ivan’s best intentions, thus, he internalized his irritation with Ivan’s bullying <And grew to ignore what he couldn’t understand for the simplicity, since they couldn’t reconcile with being honest> . His guilt over not having known to see Ivan’s intentions sooner before he died so that he wouldn’t have lost him in such a way resurfaced with similar sentiment

“He’s a jerk…but he probably has his reasons” —> “He was so confusing, but even he was trying to reach out too”

also a good time to say estjs and infps are compatible, hard to adapt because of their fundamental differences, but they can help eachother… reading articles on that dynamic feels like reading fanfic because it’s for ivantill ngl

[demigodwithoutthegodpart]

This is one of the reasons I love my job. I know the ins and outs of it and I've gotten it down to a science. I'm a closer at a cafe, and I'm probably the best one our store has (not to brag). I learned how to close when we were running skeleton crew and didn't have a second to spare during the morning rush which made me keep an eye out for any and every detail. When anyone asks, I say I close like I'm preparing for the apocalypse because it means one of 2 things: We were prepared or less work for tomorrow.

I've been told I know how to pace a close regardless of what time we close at. What I actually know is what I can get done early, and I can anticipate what will need to be done before we all leave for the day. I can look at a drink base and know we will need another 2 gallons at the end of the night. Boom, one less task. I can stock things that are sorta low so that they are good by the time we close up. I can make extra containers of things that will last a week because I know we will use it.

I can also anticipate what will need to be done during future shifts. On a Thursday, I'll make enough cream cheese cups to get us until Sunday because we will have the most time to make them Sunday. I make blended-drink base based on the temperatures throughout the week and based on which day will be best for making more. I'll make backup bins of toppings when one runs out but I wont open the bag so the next person doesn't have to get a new bin. I stock milk better than the grocery store because nobody wants to run out of 2% while in the middle of a Friday morning rush.

When I taught people how to pull product to thaw, they asked me how much of each thing to pull. I'd rattle some numbers off the top of my head and write them down. They would ask me how I know that. I'm not sure entirely how; the numbers sort of just come to me. But, by keeping an eye on what we have and whats selling, I can get a rough idea of whats going and how much we will need to replenish it.

I've been at this job on and off for 5 years now. What I first learned isn't a part of my job anymore as the place has changed and I've moved locations. But, similar to @weaselle above, I had to learn to manage a machine with specific time constraints which gave me a very important set of skills I took with me as I took on other positions.

We had an egg machine that made 6 egg patties at a time. It took 2 minutes if it had been idle for a while and 2 minutes 30 seconds if egg batches were done back to back. Eggs could be prepped ahead of time, but they were only good for 30 minutes. We were a drive thru with the expectation that you get everything out in under 3 minutes. Time Was Everything. One had to learn to balance eggs on hand and eggs in the process of cooking with ebbs and flows of cars in the drive thru. Keeping your eggs stash stocked during the morning rush was a must, you didn't want to fall behind. You had to time egg-making with drink-only orders and you had to put together the middle of the sandwich while the bread was toasting. But, you wanted to make sure you didn't overstock and have eggs go to waste later on.

I learned to watch the driver thru order taker and which buttons they pressed. Id be over at the bagel wall by the time the order popped up on my screen when I saw them hit one of the buttons. My goal was to get everything out before the car even pulled up to the window so that I wouldn't slow anything down. I obtained the super useless skill of being able to put cream cheese on a bagel really fast without any coming out of the hole in the middle.

A lot of times I get asked if I get bored of closing; most people at my store hate closing and can't understand why I haven't gone insane doing the same thing 5 days a week for the past year. I'm passionate about the little details and I like setting people up for success. There comes a lot of joy in figuring out that if I stack the dishes in a certain way then they won't slide out and fall on my head. There's joy in coming in and hearing my mid-shift manager thanking me for refilling a certain powder because it was low and I *knew* that they were going to run out during that morning's rush. For me there's joy in the little things, the small details, and the seemingly unimportant.

Anyway, I think I got a little lost in the sauce while writing is but point is I love my job. If it paid a living wage, I might stay here forever. I love knowing every little detail like how to submit a ticket when food has gone off, how to fix the espresso machines when they get stuck, or where my boss hid that one box of product we need. My coworkers come to me when they have questions because they know I will have an answer whether it's stashed in my brain or not, and I hope to continue being a beacon of learning for them for many years to come.

[headdinthewall]

PARTY 4 U ──  g.clarke  ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : where whitney’s birthday party ends on a sad note a/n : finally back into the swing of things writing this series after the disaster of writing the last chapter && this one is quite long and full of drama lol content : friends to lovers ,, angst & comfort ,, fluff

─────── WHEN LUNCH ROLLED around, £12,000 were wasted on meal upgrades. You thought it was stupid. Surely people could stomach rice and beans for a few days. Even if they didn’t win, surely it was a fun accomplishment to be able to say ‘Hey, I went on Inside and actually tried to save money’.

You were sat between George and Mya at the table. You had to admit, part of you was slightly jealous of the meal upgrades as it looked absolutely banging, but you wanted to be a good player.

“If you put the dips from the chips in the rice, it actually tastes fucking good.” George said, handing you a sachet so you could try it.

“Everyone done so well today.” PK acknowledged while eating his rice, which greatly surprised you.

“Yeah, I’m really proud of us today, guys, we’ve done— And that was one of the hardest challenges.”

“Do y’all think y’all phone ringing right now?” DDG asked.

“Ah, my phone it’s— it’s going off.” PK laughed. “I cant wait to see all the messages. All the girls have been looking for me.”

You snorted, shaking your head.

“I miss my dad.” You hummed, swallowing some rice.

“You get along with him?” Cinna questioned, sat across from you.

“My dad’s my best friend.” You nodded, “He’s either wondering where I am or when I’m gonna next text him asking for him to take me out to dinner.”

“I love my dad, he’s great.” She agreed with you.

“So y’all’s is closer with your dads?” DDG hummed, looking between you.

“My dad was a single dad.” Cinna shared her story, “So … he’s always been there for me and stuff. Like, we had nothing when I was a kid, so.”

“Yeah, I mean, both my parents have always been there but … like, me and my mum are so similar that we just argue all the time ‘coz we both, like, get angry quickly. I’ve just always gotten along with my dad so much more, and they split when I was … 14? And I ended up living with him.”

“Do you think your dad’s text your phone the most?” PK asked you.

“Mmm … no, probably not. He texts me, but not a lot. I think Arthur has probably text me the most asking where the fuck I am. He probably thinks I’ve gone on a bender and ended up in fucking Brazil or something.”

Everyone laughed at your over-exaggeration.

When dinner finished, everyone dispersed into their separate groups, with Mandi and Whitney taking to the bedrooms with PK, Cinna and Milli were just loitering around the living space while you and George sat on the couch.

You were on your back, holding your feet up while George pretended they were boxing pads, punching them lightly in intervals.

“So much has happened today.” You huffed.

“I know! That’s what I was thinking!” Cinna exclaimed, “Surely it’ll calm down now though.”

“You get so bored in here and you don’t even realise it.” Milli added, sitting on the floor cross legged while constantly adjusting the banana costume she was still wearing.

“I just wanna play a board game. Like, I don’t even need my phone or anything, just give me some sort of entertainment!” You exclaimed dramatically. “I’m gonna end up doing crazy makeup shit to my face and wasting it all ‘coz I’m endlessly bored.”

“You can do my makeup.” George said.

“Really?!” You perked up.

“Not right now, but yeah, eventually.” He nodded.

“Oh my God, reader, you have to!” Milli laughed.

“Like … full glam?”

“If you wish to.” He shrugged, still beating your foot.

A chime came through the television, reading the words ‘Whitney, please come to the temptation room’. Everyone stood, going to get her.

When she appeared, walking across the hall, she had a big grin on her face.

“We’re about to lose some money.” George sang.

“Whitney, do not take the temptation.” Jason said firmly.

“Do I have any faith? Mmm … no. But … the world keeps spinning, I guess.”

When Whitney came back from the temptation room — very swiftly — she admitted to taking it as it was a party for everyone, and her reasoning was that it was a good decision because everyone was involved in it and it wasn’t a selfish choice.

“Reader!” Whitney shouted, pointing at you, “I would like you to do my makeup, please. Full glam, full beat, mwah!”

“Okay.” You giggled, nodding, “Can I do mine first?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

Once you’d done your face all over again, even adding a bit of pink eyeshadow for fun, you stood in front of Whitney, humming as you thought the best way to do this.

“If you put your hair back, ‘coz I don’t wanna … ruin it or anything.”

Whitney did just that, tucking her hair under a bonnet.

You started doing her makeup just how she wanted, occasionally getting her to look in the mirror to make sure she was still happy. While you were applying the concealer under her eyes, she caught sound of the conversation happening in the bedrooms.

“Are you guys talking about me?” She spoke, making you stop blending so you didn’t smudge anything.

“Yes, I’m talking about you.” Patrice admitted bluntly. “Let her put your makeup. I want you to be the most pretty, beautiful girl.”

“I’m trying to say your temptation can’t be compared to DDG’s ‘coz his one was a selfish temptation.” Farah explained, saying how she was defending Whitney.

“Yeah, it’s for everyone.” Whitney confirmed.

“But they could’ve manipulated you.” Farah suggested, “Imagine it’s one cupcake.”

“Do you think they tricked me?” Whitney bit her lip.

“I think they manipulated you.” She said, “I don’t think you went wrong, but I think they manipulated you.”

“Y’know in life, when you’re too soft, you won’t make it.” Patrice said.

You turned Whitney’s face back up so you could keep doing her makeup.

“That was like … a rizz moment!” Mya laughed, “You grabbing her chin like that.”

The four of you in the makeup room chuckled.

“Just … don’t listen to them.” You murmured, “It’s your birthday, don’t let them try and psych you out, y’know? When you accepted it, your mind was in it for everyone. Just enjoy your birthday, whether it’s a shitty party or not.”

“You should be a motivational speaker.” Whitney said.

“I give advice to teenaged girls.” You admitted, “Like, I have a series on my YouTube channel where I give, sort of, ‘big sister’ advice.”

“I’m not surprised.” Mandi put in, “You give that energy.”

“I just thought it would be nice to give her some uplifting words because everyone was kinda tearing into her and I didn’t think it was very nice. I understand where Patrice is coming from because he’s a very, like, hardcore man, but it’s different for Whitney, and she just wants to feel special on her birthday. Nothing wrong with that.” You giggled.

You decided to join George and PK in the gym, not because you were a massive gym girl, but you liked to do pilates and keep fit.

“How long are you holding that for?” George asked as you got into plank.

“Count two minutes for me.” You grunted.

“Two minutes? Yeah, you’re crazy.” PK whistled as he set up with weights.

A minute in and you were shaking but still determined. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it to two minutes, you ended up rolling onto your back and panting.

“That was a minute 20.” George said, giving you a high five.

“Jason wants to vote out a girl next.” PK revealed. “And I think, strategically, that is the best thing to do.”

“I think it makes sense.”

“But then you don’t want it to become boys vs girls.” You spoke up, “Because, yeah, we’re all in it for our own money, but it can’t be a single person job. We all have to help each other at some point.”

“True that.” PK hummed, nodding. “We need a girl on side.” He spoke directly to George, “They got— um, they got Cinna on side.”

“Well, I think the trifecta of Whitney, Mandi, Mya is they’re all gonna be voting for the same person every time. I reckon they’re all in cahoots with, ‘Who are we gonna get next?’.” George voiced his opinion.

“Yeah, but I would know who they’re gonna get.”

“Would you though?”

“What, you think they’ll play me?” PK raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t know if they’d play you, but … would you know?”

PK snapped his fingers and pointed at you, to which you raised your hands in surrender.

“I’m only close close with Mandi. I told to Whitney and Mya but not on that level.” You said.

“You’re not close with them like that? You were doing Whitney’s make up with them just earlier.”

“Yeah, because it’s a nice thing to do. Just because I’m not … best friends with her, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be nasty and horrible.”

─────── DURING DINNER, GEORGE managed to buy himself a harmonica and was now using it to his hearts content. The producers had pushed you all into the bedroom so they could set up the party in the main communal area. You were stood beside him as Patrice and PK spoke and he turned to you, blowing the harmonica right down your ear.

You growled in annoyance, lightly slapping him in the stomach, “Stop! I’m gonna go deaf by the end of the night.”

Patrice was going on about how he never let the haters get in the way of him and his passion for playing football, if anything, he let it spur him to become better. He spoke about how he jokes with all the racist hate he gets, turning it into something humorous instead of taking it offensively.

You had to applaud him massively for that. It’s one thing to get hate, but to watch it pass by and poke fun instead of getting upset takes strong will and character.

Finally, the producers announced that you could go in. Whitney rushed ahead of everyone, bursting the doors open and immediately celebrating when the party had paid off. You and all the girls squealed in excitement at the array of colours and food.

The table was full of sweet snacks and party hats, a big pink cake in the middle with sparklers shaped in the number ‘27’. There were also three polaroids for people to take pictures in.

In the corner opposite the sofa, a big balloon display was set up in pink, gold and white, the numbers 27 standing as big 3D LED lights. Behind the sofa, there were balloons spelling out her name and balloons scattered around the rest of the room.

“Yay! Oh my God it paid off!” You hugged Whitney and she held you back tightly.

Everyone immediately began taking sweet treats, whether that be donuts or cookies or cupcakes. The producers really went out on this one.

George grabbed a lighter, flicking it near the cake to light the candles. They were refusing to light.

“George!” You cackled, watching him struggle.

“It’s not working!” He fake roared, shaking the lighter aggressively and then trying again.

Thankfully, he was successful and you all began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Whitney. At the end, George started obnoxiously blowing his harmonica, much to your discontent.

Fortunately, music began to play so there wasn’t an awkward silence.

Whitney, Mya and Mandi gathered by the big 27 lights, grabbing photos.

“Reader! Come get in them!” Mya beckoned you over.

You shared a look with George before shuffling to join them. Whitney put you between her and Mandi, putting an arm around your waist.

“My favourite makeup artist.” She grinned, making you laugh slightly.

You ended up taking individual photos with Whitney and Mandi too, pocketing them afterwards.

“You guys are all special people, and thank you so much for making this experience special for me.” Whitney smiled as she spoke, ready to cut the cake, “Anyone else got a speech for me?”

Patrice spoke, “This is an amazing moment for you. I’m not a big fan of birthdays, but I feel with your birthday now,” He gestured to the table full of food, “I will appreciate— I will appreciate more your birthday. Whitney, thank you, sorry. Thank you.”

“Is there something inside it?” Whitney hummed, looking at each angle of the cake.

“There’s something in there.” Jason guessed.

“KSI’s in there.” George joked, making everyone laugh.

Once Whitney cut a slice off, she said, “Oh it’s Victoria sponge! There’s nothing in it.”

After everyone had had a slice of cake, PK and DDG decided to indulge themselves in a pathetic rap battle, which you didn’t tune into at all. It went on for far too long and PK began making up words.

Milli tapped you on the shoulder, “Do you want me to take a picture of you and George?”

“Oh, sure.” You smiled, looking up at him.

He put his cup down and returned, wrapping an arm around your waist as you posed. You subconsciously leaned into him, head on his shoulder, practically melted together.

Your heart thundered in your chest and you worried that it may break through your ribs and splatter on the floor. Your smile never wavered once. It didn’t matter that there was a camera in front of you, basically forcing you to smile. Your expression wasn’t performative. It was real. Raw. A truthful and honest reflection of how you felt in his arms.

Happy.

Safe.

Content.

Milli snapped a few different photos before swapping places with George and getting some with you. Whilst he still had the camera, he got a few of you on your own.

He handed you the couple he got and, unbeknownst to you, pocketed one for himself that he found just that little bit extra endearing.

After a while, Whitney had to leave to get her present from the shop. You all sat around the corner of the sofa and the table. George had a party hat strapped around his waist, making a joke about it being his penis.

Since you were sat on the floor beside the sofa and he was on it, you hovered over him, adding onto the joke by pretending to suck him off.

Everyone burst out into guffaws and exclamations of shock. Milli, Mandi and Cinna couldn’t help but cackle, whereas Patrice looked like a disappointed dad, Jason and PK’s jaws were dropped wide open and Mya had her hand over her mouth.

“Reader! I thought you was innocent!” DDG exclaimed.

“I am. It was just a joke.” I shrugged, giggling mischievously.

“Look at her! Cackling like a witch!” Cinna grabbed your hand as she laughed with you.

“Mmm, innocent my ass.” Mandi tutted.

You rested your head on George’s outer thigh, looking up at him with a cheeky smile.

It was like he wasn’t even trying to hide how flustered he was. There was a ghost of a smile on his face, partnered with matching rosey cheeks and an Adams apple that bobbed relentlessly.

“Close your mouth, Georgie, or you’ll catch flies.” You teased.

Eventually, Whitney returned carrying a big white box that was wrapped in red and gold ribbon. When she put it down, she picked up the card that was on the top and read it out to everyone.

“Okay, it says, ‘Happy birthday, from the Sidemen. The highest spender is PK Humble—“

“I fucking knew it!” Mandi yelled, getting excited and defensive, making your eyes widen, “And you wanted to eliminate me yesterday ‘coz you said I was the biggest spender!”

“—And the lowest spender is Uncle P.”

“We knew this.” You hummed, as it was no surprise to anybody.

When Whitney opened the box, there was another card inside. Her eyes scanned over it before widening and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“The highest and lowest spender must make their way to Room 19 and agree on someone to eliminate. They have 20 minutes.”

George groaned, sinking back into the couch, “Oh, this is horrible.”

You were speechless, not really knowing what to say. That was a horrible spin to add to Whitney’s day. Though, you didn’t expect any less from the Sidemen.

You leant back, accidentally leaning on his ribs.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“No, you’re alright, darlin’.” He replied, opening his arm out so you could lie under it. “You okay?”

There he goes again. Throwing around that … nickname? Pet name? Whatever you’d call it.

“They’re gonna pick a girl.” You whispered to him, chewing on your hoodie sleeve. “Think about what PK was saying in the gym earlier. He wants to vote a girl so it’s even.”

“What, are you worried it’s gonna be you?” He frowned, reaching out and gently guiding your hand away from your mouth.

“I dunno. I don’t want anyone to go home. I like everyone.”

“I know. That’s the problem with getting to know everyone. When they’re gone it makes it worse.” His voice rumbled against your ear.

“What are you two muttering about?” Jason asked, moving on from trying to convince Mya that PK was manipulating her.

You looked up, eyes flickering between the girls before gesturing to you all, “It’s one of us.”

“What? How do you know?” Mandi asked, leaning towards you head-first.

“We were in the gym with PK earlier and he said that it ‘strategically’ makes sense to vote a girl. I think he means ‘coz Dylan went this morning, so if a girl goes, it makes it even again.”

“Did he say who it might be?” Cinna questioned, arching her head back to look at you.

You shook your head, “No.”

The rest of them began speculating again, all talking amongst themselves, whereas you and George sat back, listening and observing the conversations going around.

Unfortunately, they did return, PK wearing a humongous smile whereas Patrice appeared guilty.

“I’m smiling, but I’m smiling out of nervousness.” He explained, “Like, I cant lie to you, ‘coz it’s actually a tough, tough decision, but … Obviously this decision was … not off the basis of no one’s personality or how they deal with us or how they are. We felt like it was just making the game a level playing field.”

“I told you.” You dragged your hands over your face.

“So … yes we can confirm that it is unfortunately … We had to go with Mandi.”

All the girls gasped immediately, hands flying to their mouths. It was silent apart from some confused murmurs. They all got up, hugging her and giving her sympathetic words, but she soothed them.

Your heart was cracking as the moment stretched on, your bottom lip trembling slightly. You loved Mandi. Mandi was the sweetest. You felt George rubbing your back but didn’t acknowledge it. Now wasn’t the time. One of the only people you’d created a bond with so far was leaving.

“Reader, come here, my child.” She attempted to joke, seeing that you were frozen on the couch.

She pulled you up and hugged you tightly. Your hands clutched the back of her hoodie and sniffled — the microphones no doubt picking it up. You knew your back was moving and your shoulders were shaking, showing to the others that you were in tears.

“Aw, is she crying?” Milli whispered.

“Yeah, no, yeah, she’ll cry.” George nodded, rubbing his chin.

“Oh, it’s okay, my babygirl.” Mandi muttered, laughing slightly, but you could tell it was a coping mechanism so she didn’t get upset too.

PK was chuckling out of nerves, standing by awkwardly.

“Nah, I think, PK, it’s not the time for laughing.” Patrice lightly scolded him.

“I’m not letting go of this girl. She’s my little sister.” Mandi joked, arms still around you, “Reader, I’m taking you with me! Let’s go! Fuck PK!” When you pulled away from her, she dabbed at your tears with the backs of her fingers, “Oi, no crying, you’ll ruin that makeup.”

“I am shocked, but don’t worry. I’m all good I’m a big girl. I’m good.” Mandi stated, smiling as she walked to the bedrooms to get her stuff.

All the girls followed her, helping her pack her stuff. You sat on the seats, watching. She kept a hand in yours the whole time as she packed her beauty products and zipped them up.

You let out a particularly loud sniffle, making heads snap towards you.

“Oh, readers crying again!” Mya laughed, but you didn’t mind.

You understood that your tears were a sense of humour at a time like this and would rather Mandi spend her last moments in here laughing and joking compared to crying and wallowing.

Mandi hugged you again, as did Milli on the other side.

“I wish I could send you guys things from the outside world.” Mandi joked.

You played into it, “Like the sponsors in The Hunger Games.”

Milli giggled at your little reference.

You all walked her out, waving her goodbye.

When she was gone, PK ended up getting agitated at the names thrown his way by her when she was upset.

“Yeah, but PK, it was a heat of the moment thing. She thought she was close with you and you voted her out.” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t get aggy because she was just expressing her feelings. Anyone would’ve been like that in her situation.”

He was snacking on random sweets from the table, causing George to make a joke about him stress eating.

“But, if you see me laughing, it don’t mean nothing. You were crying, reader, you were crying and I was laughing — not at you, but because I felt awkward, like— I can’t deal with awkward situations.”

“Yeah, and I get that, I’m not hurt about it, but obviously Mandi is, and it’s not a nice way to leave when two people agreed on voting you out. It’s different if it’s one person because that can just be one person with a vendetta against you, but two means there was deliberation.”

“Obviously, I was very close with Mandi. People probably think I’m being a bit dramatic for being this upset, but … I think a lot will be cut from the show and you won’t see much of us bonding as we did. I hope they do, because Mandi has been like a big sister to me in here, and it’s very … not very nice that she’s gone. I was just trying to make PK understand that she doesn’t see it how he does, but also she’s not here to defend herself so, it felt right to do.”

─────── ONCE EVERYONE HAD had their private conversations, you were all gathered in the living room again, huddled on the sofa as PK explained his entire thought process as to why he voted Mandi out.

“Everyone’s got a fair chance. So, it’s not one big group of three, one big group of four. Everyone talks with everyone. Everyone has someone that they’re closest to.”

“As in we were dominating?” Whitney asked.

“Yeah.” Patrice nodded.

“C’mon, let’s have a moment of silence for Mandi.” PK stood.

“I’m not having a moment of silence, ‘coz that’s … rude.” Whitney denied. “La la la la la la la.”

Suddenly, the TV chimed, showing the prize fund. Immediately everyone’s interests were piqued and you stopped focusing on the lack of Mandi.

The prize fund dipped, starting with £762,700 to £673,800.

“We lost 50 grand shopping!” Cinna exclaimed.

“No, I think it was … 15 grand in the challenge, 30 grand party,” George counts mentally.

“The thing is, we’re like leaving the challenges doing good, and then everybody instantly goes in the shop and spends. ‘Coz they wanna reward themselves.”

“We didn’t do the minute of silence.” PK reminded the group.

“I’m not doing silence, man. That’s a piss take. Let’s play a game.” Whitney rose to her feet.

“Get out then. We wanna do it.”

“I will! I’m literally not— That’s a piss take.”

“How?”

“‘Coz Mandi was a good vibe.” Whitney defended the girl.

“It doesn’t mean that she’s a bad vibe.”

“A moment of silence is a token of respect, actually.” You raised a hand to make a point.

“Yeah, but, reader, c’mon, we’re not gonna act like Mandi was a Dylan.” She smirked at you, as if expecting you to agree, but you did the exact opposite.

You frowned shaking your head.

“What the fuck does that mean?” George threw his hands up, “That’s mean.”

“It’s not a mean thing to say.” Whitney argued.

“Yeah it is! What do you mean ‘we’re not gonna act like Mandi was a Dylan’?”

“Let me clear this narrative before you run that ‘mean girl’ narrative.”

“What do you mean ‘run that mean girl thing’? That’s how it’s— Like— What— What do you mean by that?”

“Everyone said they wanted to vote Dylan out, because Dylan didn’t add to the vibe.”

“No, Whitney, but no one’s saying Mandi didn’t add to the vibe. A minute of silence is a respect thing, not a mockery.” You tried to gently explain.

“I’m defending your ‘best friend’ here.” She spontaneously snapped at you. “You should be doing what I’m doing. I’m saying Mandi added to the vibe, but it was based off of different things.”

“I was defending Mandi! I’ve been defending Mandi.” You pulled a face, “When PK was butthurt that she was calling him a snake and whatnot, I explained what she meant and how it seems from her point of view.”

“She did do that.” PK hummed.

“So, please don’t do that.” You frowned, “Please don’t make me out to be a bad friend, because I’m not.”

“You can word it better than saying ‘don’t say Mandi’s a Dylan’.” George piped back up.

“I didn’t say that—“

“That is— That is what you said.” George argued with her, looking to you and Patrice as you agreed with him.

“Emotions are high. People have been making jokes about Dylan for, you know, the whole day. I think that’s just part and parcel of what this experience is gonna be. They’re gonna make jokes, but I just didn’t like the way that it was said.”

“And I didn’t like the way I was presented to be a bad friend. That’s one thing I hate, rumours and misconceptions, so I … I felt the need to defend myself and clear that up. Mandi, if you’re watching this — I hope they air the part where I was defending you because that did happen.”

Since Mandi was sharing a bed with Mya, it was now empty as the latter had decided to sleep on her own single mattress, so there was a debate as to who should get the double.

"Give it to reader, she's sad." Milli voted in a low whisper while you were removing your makeup in the bathroom.

"Agreed, she— She's hurting right now." Farah nodded.

"I'm happy with that." PK agreed too.

Everyone else hummed simultaneously.

"Wait, but it's a double so..." DDG spoke.

All heads turned and eyes fell on George, who was already under his duvet, watching them all discuss the topic.

"Me?"

"Yeah. She's most comfortable with you." Jason added.

"I— I don't mind, it's just up to her."

When you returned, you'd found that your belongings had been moved to be beside and on the locker for the double bed. You frowned in confusion, but they quickly explained what they had decided on.

"Aw, you guys!" You hugged Milli to show your gratitude, "You're all acting like I'm mad depressed, I'm okay, seriously."

"Yeah, but you were borderline sobbing earlier." Cinna said, "We're all sad, but I think you're a little bit more so than you're letting everyone believe. So ... stretch out on that big ass bed with George."

"I'm sharing with George?"

You think your blood pressure increased.

"Only if you want to. We thought it would be comforting for you because you know him outside."

"Okay— No, yeah, I'm okay with that."

You got into bed, George quickly joining you. The lights dimmed and you could just about make out his features as you lay facing each other.

You smiled softly at him, whispering, "Hi."

"Hi." He whispered back, "You alright?"

"Better now, because of you." You chuckled softly, rolling onto your front and lifting the back of your sleep shirt, sending him a knowing look.

He rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, reaching his hand out and splaying it across the expanse of your back. He then started moving his fingers along it, giving you the most soothing, sleep-inducing back scratches you'd ever received.

His hands were warm and filled with familiarity, giving you a sense of comfort and homeliness. Something you'd been missing greatly during this experience. You were lucky you had George to provide you with it.

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[casscainmainly]

Hi, you're, like, my favorite Cass page/scholar ever!

I'm currently doing a fun little analysis on Bruce Wayne: Fugitive, specifically Batgirl Vol. 1 #29 -- aka the scene of Dick and Cass recreating the murder to figure out what could've happened.

What is your opinion on the scene? I think it's fascinating in particular how after the constructed murder, Dick seems even more determined to stick to his belief, meanwhile Cass almost seems shaken and defeated in a way I've never seen her be before.

OOH YESS THE DICK & CASS ISSUE OF ALL TIME!!! I think I've talked about it a few times in terms of Dick & Cass' relationship (here is one) but in terms of Cass and her feelings about BRUCE. So interesting!!!

I think Dick & Cass are the two characters with a deep and profound belief in Bruce, BUT their faiths are kinda fundamentally different. Dick's faith is in Bruce, in the man who raised him, the "man [he] knows" - his faith comes from a really in-depth understanding of Bruce as a person. That is not where Cass' faith comes from. Cass, who only very recently found out Bruce was Batman at all, thinks of "Batman" first (as she says in this panel). Her faith in Batman doesn't really come from knowledge of the man himself, because she's known him a relatively short time, but in their shared attributes and how she sees herself (and her disdain for killing) in him.

Actually it's nice to contrast it with Bruce's reaction to Cass' killing. We see that Bruce cannot accept Cass killing someone. Why? Because she's like him, and how can somebody understand his mission and be like him and be a killer at the same time?

Now flip this. Now Cass thinks Bruce is like her. They both have a similar desire to save everyone, a similar deep compassion for life. But Cass is a killer. She knows somebody with her compassion, her morals, can kill someone because she did. So Cass is mostly against Bruce having killed Vesper, because she does still know Bruce and believes in him. But when they role-play this scene, the brutality doesn't cement her belief like it does Dick. In Dick's mind, Bruce could never be this brutal, so he didn't do it. In Cass' mind, Batman might've been this brutal, because hadn't she been this brutal once?

(Also a later issue in M/F parallels Cass' death wish with Bruce's current spiral. Cass' death wish stemmed from her killing Faizul, so it's possible Cass wondered where Bruce's guilt comes from.)

Another thing to note is that Dick was role-playing the killer while Cass was role-playing the victim. In the opening scene of this issue, Cass dreams about an evil Batman shooting Vesper. In hindsight we know this was actually David Cain, and I wonder whether the parallels between Bruce & David also influenced Cass' feelings. While she was being fake-beaten and shot by Dick, who was role-playing Bruce, did she think of David? We know David shot Cass. We also know David did do the crime. It's possible the role-play reminded Cass of the violence she suffered at David's hands, probably unconsciously - and unconsciously she related this to Bruce himself. One of her father figures was capable of that violence, so why not the other?

Ofc ultimately her faith in Bruce is still intact, but those are some possible factors in her reaction! Alfred later thanks Cass for helping reinforce Dick's belief, but part of me feels like Cass was also hoping Dick would reinforce her belief (which he did). Anyway those are just my thoughts, but I would LOVE to read your meta when you post it!! Feel free to disagree with any of this if you have a different reading too! (And thank you for the compliment omg 🫶🫶 just rambling my Cassie thoughts on here I'm glad they're of use to someone!)

[adrianastrix]

So. I have to pretend that I'm working as I wait for an excel sheet to process a source csv with 4.000.000 rows (long story, but I assure you it's the fastest route), because people will judge me if I simply pick up my phone and go for a short walk to play Pokémon Go in the meantime, and this is performance evaluation week.

Since I've just got another note on this post, I decided to scroll back and see what have been discussed in it, and I just have to add a few things.

First and more importantly: THANK YOU SWEETHEARTS! I couldn't remember for the love of me if it was a D or T in "halite", didn't have the time to look it up after google translate choked in my browser, and I have chosen... poorly.

Heck yeah, rock-licking squad in the tags (and there are so much more, but I ran out of time to collect them all)!

Jokes aside, yes, you should be careful with the things you lick.

The thing about the licking test is: as @whoreshoecrabs wisely reminded us, you don't just shove a piece of raw rock you've just picked from the ground in your mouth, and you DEFINITELY don't give a huge horse-like lick to a dirty salt lamp.

At the very least, you pick up a brush or a rag and get the dust off your sample first. Then, you use damp swabs - preferably with rubbing alcohol on them and not pure water - to rub the general area you're going to lick until the swabs come off clean. You then dry the spot with another, fresh swab. Then, and ONLY THEN, you wait until enough saliva have gathered at the very tip of your tongue* and gently (QUICKLY) press it into the spot you've just cleaned.

If you don't do it every single day, and in normal circumstances, this procedure should ensure that whatever trace amounts of heavy metals you've licked are negligible.

For obvious reasons, though, don't use the lick test on samples found in places you suspect to be heavily contaminated with things like cianide, arsenic, lead, mercury, radioactive material etc. Or things found in chemistry labs. Never lick anything that came from a chemistry lab, even if it's normally edible.

(It should go without saying, but then again, NOT putting a LAMP made of SALT in a DISHWASHER should also go without saying, and here we are.)

Case in point.

@approximately-32-leafcutter-ants Chemists absolutely can and more often than not should sniff their chemicals before using to ensure everything is in order and no mix up was made. You just don't stick your nose directly into the neck of the bottle and pull in a mighty whiff. You first open the lid of the bottle far away from your face (carefully, with a wrench or similar to avoid exploding lids blowing off your hand**). Then, if you didn't IMMEDIATELY felt the smell of the thing and regretted all of your life choices, with the bottle still far enough, you put your hand behind the opening and very gently blow the scent in your direction until you can smell it.

Do. Not. Attempt. It. With. Chemicals. You. Can. Only. Manipulate. In. Sealed. Environments. Or. With. Protection. Masks. NEEDLESS! TO! SAY!

@prilittlence Which books which books don't let the gossip hanging

@tassliah, you absolutely can identify if a coin is made of gold by biting it, but you definitely shouldn't. Two reasons: (1) coins go around too many human hands and are gross, the things would be convered in fecal matter and you'd probably get a stomach bug at best (2) gold coins probably won't show anything, you usually do this test with gold bars and gold nuggets.

24k gold (i.e., 100% pure gold) is softer than most things in the Mohrs scale, meaning that you absolutely can leave marks on pure gold by biting it or pressing it with the tip of your nails. It's also why 24k gold is usually reserved just for the aforementioned gold bars. If you make a ring with the stuff, it'll deform and fill up with scratches real quickly. For most uses, we mix gold with less noble metals (from silver to copper) to make it more resistant (most gold jewelery is done with 18k gold or less). I don't have the time to deep dive into numismatics to see if people ever made coins of pure gold, but I can see the biting thing being something done in old west towns to test the "gold" nuggets and bars that miners would try to hand as payment.

Just in the USA, though. I live in the (still) gold-producing state of Brazil (it's called GENERAL MINES, and people born in this state are called MINERS, to really drive it home). And gold around here LOVES with a PASSION to be deposited in rocks with sulfur and with FREAKING ARSENIC on them. So. Hm. We prefer to test our gold by pressing down our nails in it, thank you very much.

(And why, yes, I have done it in Minerals 101. It feels a bit like pressing your nail down on a tinfoil ball, if you are wondering.)

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*The saliva is 100% needed, otherwise you won't feel the taste and will leave your tongue on the sample for much longer than you'd otherwise need (fun experiment to do at home: dry your tongue with a CLEAN rag or paper towel and try to taste salt or sugar with it).

**Yes, this IS a thing. Specially in Org Chem labs. I've been the yellow canary that went opening all of the old chemical bottles with a wrench and full safety gear to make sure none of them was explode-y. Some chemicals just turn into highly unstable powders over time if you close the lid while it is still wet and the bottle is left alone for long enough. Then, when you cause friction on the stuff by trying to open a stuck lid, it heats up and BOOM.

i saw a girl on tiktok who put her salt lamp in the dishwasher and didn’t realize it would dissolve, and it’s been on my mind for like 3 days

[cyberclouddream]

Sagittarius and Pisces - Main Similarities & Differences

Jupiter’s job is make things bigger, more connected, and more meaningful. It takes scattered stuff and ties it together to make something bigger than it’s parts. It rules over growth, order, natural law, wisdom, and what holds things together over time.

Sagittarius represents how Jupiter grows in the real world, by learning, traveling, teaching, expanding what’s known, and living out your beliefs. Pisces represents how Jupiter grows inside, by understanding emotions, seeing spiritual patterns, building trust, creating meaning thru beauty or pain.

Since both are ruled by Jupiter that means:

- neither is content with “just enough”, they always want more in some way

- everything they do needs to have a purpose or they lose interest fast

- whether it’s spirituality, knowledge, experience, love, emotion; travel, or identity they need to grow

- both hate being trapped, boxed in, or told what to do

- they reject being told “you can’t”, they’ll definitely find a way around

Because they have different elements, Sagittarius fire and Pisces water, that means they grow and handle pressure in different ways.

- Sagittarius grows thru taking action, experience, risk, and challenge. When facing pressure they may explode, flee physically, argue, or just push forward in some way. Sagittarius is externally restless and always need motion or progress, or they burn out.

- Pisces grows thru emotion, surrender, imagination, and intuition. They face pressure by absorbing, crying, fleeing emotionally, dissolving. Pisces is internally restless snd emotionally porous, needing peace, safety, softness or they shut down.

There’s also logic vs feeling. Sagittarius lives in the brain, basing on philosophy, education, ideas, beliefs, strategy, laws, and conviction. It wants to understand and teach. Pisces lives in the nervous system, basing on dreams, love, guilt, pain, emotional merging, surrender, and symbolism. They want to feel and dissolve.

They communicate in different ways. Pisces is indirect and soft. They hide the full truth in order to avoid hurting people or being hurt. Will lie to avoid conflict. They don’t want to hurt or be judged, they want to feel safe. Sagittarius on the other hand is infamous for their bluntness and directness. They can’t stand BS, and can be offensive without trying cuz they don’t sugarcoat. Will say what others are too afraid to say. They want to be right.

They approach spirituality in different ways as well. Sagittarius chooses their path, seeking teachers, systems, goals. They like rules that they believe in because they studied it to some degree. Pisces feel their way into their faith. They don’t need proof. They tend to be spiritual from birth, and may not follow any system. They believe just because they feel it inside them.

When they lie, Sagittarius does it to protect their freedom while Pisces does it to protect people or feelings. Sagittarius do not like being caged, so they’ll lie by omitting information or distorting facts to keep their options open, like “I never said that” or “you misunderstand me”. Pisces on the other hand lie to avoid hurting others or to avoid being abandoned. They don’t want to make things worse, or probably thought they were doing the right thing to be honest, real empaths.

They handle pain in different ways. Pisces tends to internalize or romanticize it, disappears into it. They often stay bonded to pain and turn it into identity. They feel like they can’t let things go since it changed them. Sagittarius tho rationalizes and jokes about pain, turning it into a story or lesson. They move on fast, even if they haven’t really processed it.

Key Shadow Aspects

- Sagittarius gets addicted to being right, while Pisces gets addicted to being needed

- Sagittarius tends to run from emotions, while Pisces tends to run from reality

- Sagittarius says too much while Pisces says too little, not the full truth

- Sagittarius tends to overcommit to ideas, while Pisces overcommits to people

- Sagittarius thinks pain is beneath them while Pisces thinks pain defines them

BONUS

Let’s consider Jupiter exalted in Cancer. Exalted means this is where the planet is treated like a king, not where it has the “best vibes”. It can operate at full power without being in charge, like getting VIP treatment.

Because Jupiter needs a sign where it can expand in a functional, secure, and fertile way, Cancer makes sense, given it’s qualities of feeding, nurturing, protecting, holding, sheltering, and developing. It’s the womb, kitchen, place where things don’t just survive but flourish. It’s like a farmer with rich soil. It allows expansion to happen when it’s right, not forced. It doesn’t burn itself out because it builds slow and long.

Jupiter thrives in Cancer because this is where life actually grows, not in theory but in the body, home, and tribe. Cancer here is where morality becomes practical: how do you feed people, house people, raise children, preserve history? Jupiter doesn’t want feelings but order, and Cancer provides emotional intelligence plus functional roots to work with. Cancer allows Jupiter to operate in maximum efficiency with lasting legacy.