#[[intro; ner]]

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine

After some shenanigans in a few inboxes I figured I might as well commit to the bit, so…

Are you having trouble with matters of the heart? Are things standing still between you and someone you care about? Do the words remain unsaid, the feelings not shown or shared?

No worries! Aunt Nerine is here to help – whether you want her or not.

(Huge thanks to @moonyasnow for all their work in making such a lovely chibi! They really did an amazing job turning my sketch and ideas into something so wonderful, and I'm so happy to see the results.)

Aunt Nerine is a fae, fairly human-sized if a bit short (about 155 cm / 5' 1"). However, even though she's a fae, her wings are not real. She actually wears them purely for the aesthetic, using magic to animate them if she's so inclined.

While she’s not as long-lived as for example the dragon fae, she has been around for a while. All that experience has left her with plenty of things up her sleeve – or on the tip of her wand, as it may be.

Aunt Nerine’s signature spell, Red String of Fate, allows her to identify mutual fondness between individuals. It also let's her know if said individuals are freely expressing their feelings to each other, or holding them back.

However, her spell doesn’t tell her the nature of that fondness, so the feelings between the people could be anything from romantic to familial or platonic.

And if there are two (or more) individuals, clearly caring for each other but not acting on it… Well, it would only be oh so kind of aunt Nerine to help the people involved take the next step.

Basically, no mutual pining is happening on her watch – and she’s got just the spells to help end such a state of affairs.

Truly, a fairy godmother to us all, just trying to usher in the happy ever afters.

It just really is a shame that some people just don’t know how to be grateful for it. (One day she'll be allowed to visit Briar Valley again. One day.)

Recently, aunt Nerine has set up a little clinic (as she calls it) on Sage’s Island, promising to attend to any matters of the heart.

Sometimes she also just wanders around the island – including the Night Raven campus – helping those she believes are in need of that little push.

Though on occasion she's just there to meet Lilia for their little tea times – though she’s always the one bringing the pastries.

Basically, what this all means is that aunt Nerine is here to throw your charas or ships into situations hopefully provide some fun fodder for scenes or imagines with your characters or ships.

So, if you'd like to see her meddle with help your ocs and ships, then please let me know! I'll then see if I can come up with something to come into your inbox with. 

You can also send your chara to my inbox and have them come in asking for help / for a consultation, or what have you.

I might also throw her into a few inboxes uninvited, but it's always easier throwing shenanigans at people when I know they're welcomed.

In short, I'm very much open to all sorts of interactions with Nerine – that's basically what she is for.

Tagging some moots if y'all wanna have a look: @diodellet @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha

[viperwhispered]

Hasdfs aunt Nerine's first proper victim target of help. I'm sure Jamil's gonna have just a great time 😇

Love the art you did oh my goodess the way Jamil's trying so hard to keep things from showing, and yet... And the contrast between the two, just, chef's kiss.

And, well, if this isn't enough to move things forward, aunt Nerine does have more heavyhanded tools at her disposal, so...

(In light of this I figured I’d throw some aunt Nerine your way)

Aunt Nerine appears in a shower of sparkles, eyes darting between Mayu and Jamil.

“Oh my my, you two sweethearts are in need of a bit of a nudge, aren’t you? Don’t you worry, I think I might have just the thing to help you along. Like so!”

She waves her heart-shaped magestone around, sprinklings of glitter and fairy dust following every movement.

“There we go! Now, whenever one of you thinks of the other, the person you’re thinking about will be able to feel an echo of your feelings – and the warmer the sentiment, the stronger the echo. I’m afraid it’s only a temporary measure and will wear off in some time, but I’m sure you two will find it most enlightening. So make the most of it, dears.” She gives a cheeky wink, clearly very much pleased with herself.

“Now, I must be off, but do make sure not to squander this, hmm?” There’s something meaningful, almost sharp in her gaze before she disappears again. For the briefest moment, in her place is glittering fairy dust suspended in the air, almost giving the impression of a person, before the wind scatters the sparkles.

(Absolutely no pressure to do anything with this, but I thought it would be fun to have jamimayu deal with the consequences of encountering aunt Nerine, lol)

Hi nerenda!

HELP this idea is so funny, Aunt Nerine sounds so fun & whimsy and her UM is prime to cause so much trouble on this campus full of guys who just refuse to be vulnerable 😭

While it probably doesn't really change much on Mayu's end (she's already an open book), Jamil, well... is royally screwed. Good luck on keeping the effects of the UM to a minimum as you chide yourself every time your thoughts drift to a certain someone (and hope that she doesn't notice anything, but are you really going to be so lucky every time?) All the while he's wondering what to make of things every time he senses an echo of her feelings. Ah yes, Jamil "does she like me/I don't have a crush" Viper... he's so frustrating, but perhaps shenanigans like this could very well push him in the right direction 😤

[llama-sidekick]

Wdym 88min das ist ja n ganzer Spielfilm 😭

Ok lets go das Intro kenn sogar ich

@sentaluise @phoenix-is-still-here das wird sicher auch interessant für euch, ihr seid doch auch Tatort Fans und danke @papierchen für die Motivation das hier zu schauen

Here we go, meine Gedanken (quasi) live

(Das hier wird lang)

Folge 1 - Das fleißige Lieschen

Bro yelling at a child wtf

Ich wusste ich mag den anderen Dude jetzt schon :D

Oh ja ich lauf auch immer durch Zäune die sagen "Lebensgefahr". Chill. Easy.

Oh ER stirbt. Und wir kennen jetzt schon den Mörder? IST ÜBERHAUPT SCHON WER TOT ICH BIN VERWIRRT

Wait wait wer beschuldigt wen. Zurück spulen kurz. Sus. Und wir starten direkt mit "who can i trust" Angst I LOVE IT.

Oh mein Gotttt der haunted Blick in seinen Augen. DAS ZÖGERN BEVOR ER DURCH DIE TÜR GEHT UM SICH DEM NEUEN VORZUSTELLEN. UND EIN FLASHBACK? HUH? ICH GLAUB MEIN KOPF EXPLODIERT.

OHHH GO GIB IHM lmao amazing. Theyre gay. Wie lange haben die einander angestarrt. MIT DEM BLICK.

UMARMUNG. Ich vibriere vor excitement.

Warum sieht der Adam Dude so emo aus. Er ist so edgy. I love him.

Ahhh edgy und brooding I love him.

Warum fasst er Beweismaterial mit der bloßen Hand an.

What kind of backstory haben die??¿¿¿???¿? Im so intrigued. Normalerweise sind die edits besser als die Story aber hierbei wohl nicht?? Ich hab hohe Erwartungen.

Ich will in dem Hexenhäuschen leben bitte.

WER IST DER TOTE ICH BIN SO VERWIRRT

Danke für die Exposition my guy. Jetzt verstehen auch meine 3 Gehirnzellen was.

"Ach weißt du Ester, es ist vielleicht gut wenn jemand die Todesnachricht überbringt der sein Gehirn anschalten kann." Oh my god slas King 😭

Also not him being protective of Adam instantly

Ich kann mir legit nur einen Namen merken und das ist der von Edgy Guy™

Aha Edgy Guy direkt auf Konfrontationskurs I see how it is. Broo tone it down.

Edgy Guy hat Trauma.

Der closeted gay Mörder ist ein win für Diversity.

Edgy Guy du brauchst Therapie. Aber heavy. Ich glaub ich hab meinen Lieblingscharakter jetzt schon gefunden.

Das abzufotografieren cant be legal.

Edgy Bro hat n Aggressionsproblem-

HAT ER SICH GERADE IM SCHNEIDERSITZ AUF DEN TISCH GESETZT HE IS SO ME. Ich liebs.

Die in der grünen Jacke platzt einfach in den Hass Staring Contest des Jahres rein I cant. Warum sind alle da so hart passiv aggressiv.

"Der Traurige" 😭 sag ich doch, Edgy™

Das ist der Plot von ner Hurt/Comfort Fanfic und ich liebe es. So sehr.

Bro sieht konstant aus als würde er wen umbringen wollen.

Gay lovers. I love them. OH NEIN DER VATER- ENTARTET? BRO? ICH HASS DEN VATER?!

Warum haben die alle so fancy Tischgedeck? So fancy sieht unser Abendessen nicht aus.

War mir sicher Edgy Bro schreit ihn jetzt an.

Ohhhhhhh I LOVE EDGY BRO erst mal protective über seinen lang verlorenen Kindheitsfreund. Aber big f dass keiner von seinen Kollegen ihm vertraut.

Hat Edgy Bro Angst vor Hunden? Wäre valid bei der Backstory. Und er hat ne Shrimp Posture.

Oh bro Adam klingt jedes Mal wenn er was sagt als würde er gleich explodieren. Meine Anxiety by dem Dude geht durch die Decke.

Ist die alte Frau der Mörder?

Waffe auf unbewaffnete richten doesnt sound legal? OH PARCOUR BRO das war cool

Warum sieht Leo IMMER scared aus wenn die Kamera ihn filmt? Bro du hast ne Knarre hör auf auszusehen wie ein Kaninchen.

WARNSCHUSS? IS THAT LEGAL? BRO YOURE SHAKING ich will ihn schütteln.  Wir haben Aggressionsproblem und Angstha- ICH WUSSTE DASS ER IHN ÜBERFAHREN WIRD ICH WUSSTE S ICH LIEBE IHN

"Leo es ist alles gut" ist das softeste was der Typ bisher in der ganzen Folge gesagt hat. 🥺

HUND VON DER BRÜCKE GEWORFEN WAS

Isst er Popcorn während er einfach am Wegesrand chillt. Was. Ah okay.

Edgy Bro fahrs eins runter du hast vielleicht recht aber du wirkst wie n Arsch. Wie n Arsch der ne tickende Zeitbombe ist.

Immer wenn er was macht denke ich "bitte bring ihn nicht um". Das ist nicht gut Bro.

"Das ist doch ihr Bruder?" - "Ja." Bro 😭 Bro that whole scene. Bro step away from that guy. Ahhhrggghh. Mein Herz kann das nicht.

WARUM SIND IN DER FOLGE SO VIELE TOTE HUNDE i didnt sign up for that.

ES IST DER GLEICHE HUND.

ER HAT DEN HUND GETÖTET. WTF. WAS IST DAS.

Ich sag doch die alte Frau wars.

Trägt Edgy Bro eigentlich auch was anderes als Rollkragen?

OH THAT SOFT SMILE you're killing me bro

Okay jetzt muss ich die zweite Folge ja direkt hinterher gucken oder?

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Tech

Chapter Summary: The bottle lands on Tech, who, despite not being dressed as a classic 'monster,' still shows you a monstrously good time. (badum-tss)

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors go away; mad scientist!Tech x gn!reader; kinks: forced orgasms + erotic electrostimulation; discussion of consent and safewords, kind of dark!Tech but only a little, restraints, ball gag, aphrodisiac, vibrator use, overstimulation, pain-as-pleasure, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it irl) (can be read as PiV or PiA), they actually use lube for once, aftercare, they kiss but only once; if I missed any please let me know!

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy Friday the 13th! 🔪 I refuse to apologize for this one. much appreciation to @sev-on-kamino for beta'ing this chapter <3

Read the intro here! | Suggested listening | Tech's costume inspo!

...Tech. 

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the group (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Across the table, Tech’s white, blood-splattered lab coat glows in a flash of ultraviolet lights; his swirling goggles gleam. You stare for a moment, transfixed by the way the blood illuminates in a deep, glowing blue, so dark it’s nearly black. The sight should give you pause, but instead, warmth pools low in your belly. Whatever scientist Tech is embodying, there is no doubt in your mind of how utterly dangerous—and yet how utterly capable—he is.

You stand. Tech rises from his seat as well, adjusts the collar of the coat, and runs one hand through his curls to smooth them. Despite the action, one stubborn curl falls onto his forehead. 

“I hope you do not mind, ner cyar’ika,” Tech says as he approaches, “that I will be cataloging all physiological reactions and changes during this process.” 

“I expected nothing less from you, Tech,” you say with a smile. 

He simply nods. Waving at the rest of the table, you allow Tech to lead you through the crowd. The press of bodies doesn’t bother you; but nonetheless, you keep close to Tech. He uses his height to his advantage, standing several inches taller than the regs, as he guides you towards the back of the building. Though you catch glimpses of other troopers you recognize, you can’t help the way your gaze always draws back to Tech. His presence is magnetic. The way his shoulders stretch the lab coat makes your mouth water. 

His voice jolts you out of your silent admiration. “I had the good fortune of exploring the back area of this building when we arrived,” he says, ushering you past the threshold. “It seems that many of these rooms were purpose-built for an event such as this. Our hosts must understand the rather base instinct to, ah, how did you put it? ‘Know how a monster fucks’.”

Hearing such vulgar language spill from Tech’s lips sends a delightful shiver up your spine. “I assume you picked a room already?” 

“Of course,” he says. The grin he fixes you with is so unlike his usual stoic countenance that it throws you off. Lopsided, nearly a snarl, his gaze piercing and laser-focused behind those odd goggles, he seems to undress you with his eyes. Then the moment passes, and his expression smooths into his usual close-lipped smile. 

“I presume,” he says, leading you down a labyrinth of hallways, “you have a safe word.”

“I do,” you say. “Meiloorun.” 

“Excellent,” he says. “Mine is ‘occlusive’.”

You nod, committing the word to memory. 

“Ah.” He pushes a door open with one large hand. “Here we are.” 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t far off from the sight before you. Inside, a cobblestone room is dominated by a massive metallic tilt table, currently vertical, with slack leather straps. Racks of various implements, some of it almost...medical in appearance, rest on wheeled carts near the table. Flickering sconces provide unstable illumination. The faintest scent of chemicals tickles your nose. That warmth in your belly from before, sparked by the alluring mixture of dangerous and capable, kindles into a low flame. Your chest rises and falls faster, anticipation making your fingers tingle. 

The door shuts. You flinch at the resounding boom of a thick wooden beam sliding home. 

“Now, ner cyar’ika,” Tech murmurs. He pauses by your side, eyes searching your expression as you continue to survey the room. “Normally I would offer to explain what is going to happen, but I think in this case, a single-blind experiment is in order.”

Snapping your head to look at him, you meet his calm, calculating gaze with widening eyes. There’s something there that again gives you the distinct impression that you should be scared—he is a mad scientist after all, and who knows what that magic potion can do? Those medical tools...the table with straps...clearly you’re meant to be an experiment. 

But of what nature?

“Tech—”

“Doctor.” 

You blink, heat blazing through you. “Of course. Doctor. May I at least ask the inspiration for your...costume?” You gesture vaguely at his attire.

“Granted,” he says, an amused lilt to his voice. “You see, I often have the ability to engage in experiments. In part, it is what I was made for. However, these experiments are always done in service of the greater good. The Republic, my brothers, Kamino. 

“I do not begrudge these experiments. But,” he pauses, and his gaze lingers on your lips—your neck—your waist, “I want something for myself.” 

Goosebumps prickle delightfully along your skin. Tech’s eyes miss nothing, and his brows twitch in amusement at your reaction. 

“What is that exactly?” you ask. You can’t help how breathy your voice comes out. Arousal, hot and thick, rests under your skin. 

“You, ner cyar’ika.” He says it like it’s the simplest, most obvious thing in the world. It would be sweet, except for the harsh, possessive undertone that washes over your skin and sets your nerves screaming. “I may not be a monster in the classic sense, but the urge to claim you for myself may certainly drive me to act...monstrously.” 

Your core clenches around nothing. If he’s a monster, so are you, you decide. Nodding once, you quickly shuck your clothing, ignoring Tech’s quietly hungry stare, and allow yourself to stand completely bare before him. The cool air of the chamber makes your nipples pebble, stiffening to taut peaks. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you raise one eyebrow as if to say, Well? 

Tech’s gaze darkens behind those swirled goggles, his hands reaching for you. He stops himself, though. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

“I do,” you say. 

He bares his teeth in a feral smile, nearly a grimace. “You really oughtn’t.”

Without giving you time to react, he snatches one of your wrists and twists your arm behind your back—not enough to hurt, but enough to startle you. A squeak of surprise escapes you. You can’t do much else but march forward, the pressure in your shoulder growing as he pushes your arm against your back.

Tech parades you to the tilt table and roughly spins you around. Your back arches as the cool metal kisses your skin; shivers wrack your body, nipples becoming almost painfully hard with the added stimulus. Tech’s hands, rough and calloused, manipulate your body into position, ignoring your physical discomfort. Arms held overhead, wrists secured by supple leather straps about shoulder-width apart, your body stretches over the table. He nudges your feet apart, the toe of his boot tapping your instep, before he crouches to tighten similar straps around your ankles. 

Standing straight once more, his gaze sweeps your restrained, prone form hungrily. This time, he allows himself to reach out and caress you. One large hand cups your face. You nuzzle into his touch—but he draws his hand away just as quickly, down your body to tweak one nipple then the other, drawing a gasp from you. And farther down still, fingertips skimming your heated and sensitive skin, dancing around the one place you ache to feel him. 

“Doctor,” you murmur. You try to press your chest forward in presentation, lure him into doing what you want. 

He chuckles and withdraws completely. With a petulant whine, you watch, neck straining with the angle, as he retreats to one of the wheeled trays. Though you can’t see, you can only imagine the kinds of tools and toys he’s poring over. Your breath hitches when he faces you once more, several items held in his hands. What draws your attention are the ball gag and vibrator, but he also carries a length of silk ribbon and—is that a potion? 

Tech sets the ribbon and vibrator down. When he straightens, he uncorks the small, glowing red bottle. A puff of sweet scent, like strawberries, wafts to you.

“Drink this,” he orders, holding the bottle to your lips. At your wide-eyed, worried look, he sighs. “It is an aphrodisiac. It will ensure that you stay hydrated and that your body does not tire as quickly as it normally would.”

He had said you shouldn’t trust him, so why do you still do? Perhaps, despite the magic potion lowering his inhibitions, he’s still Tech, still the intelligent, caring man you’ve been casual acquaintances with for some months now. Tech wouldn’t hurt you. 

You open your mouth and allow him to pour the liquid in. Sweetness explodes on your tongue, definitely berry-flavored, and it settles into your belly with a peculiar sensation, like popping candy. 

While your mouth is still open, he pushes the ball gag in. The red rubber ball wedges your jaw open; saliva already begins to pool around the intrusion where it rests on your tongue. 

“Very good,” Tech states once the gag is secure. He bends to retrieve the other objects. “Now, here is how this is going to work. You are going to cum as much as I deem fit for my experiment. I need reliable data, and you are my guinea pig.” 

Eyes widening, you whimper around the gag. 

He ties the silk ribbon around one of your thighs, creating a loop for the vibrator. Once his handiwork is complete, he nods. The head of the vibrator rests against your aching core; no matter how much you squirm and twist, or angle your hips, the toy won’t move. Breathing shallowly through your nose, you follow Tech with your gaze as he moves away again. 

Your one solace is that, when he turns, you catch sight of the sizable bulge tenting his pants. Maybe you can break his resolve, convince him, somehow, to have mercy on you. 

Kriff, he hasn’t even started yet. Spit drooling down your chin, you steel your nerves. 

“Ready?” he asks. 

You try to answer in the affirmative, but the gag in your mouth prevents the words from forming, half-moaned grunts falling from you instead.  

“That is satisfactory.”

He pushes a button on the small device in his hand. The vibrator whirs to life. Your body jerks, pleasure arcing through you. Moaning, you roll your hips. Though the vibrations aren’t strong enough to make you cum, not yet, it feels divine to have some kind of stimulation on your heated center. 

Tech strides to a nearby lever and pulls it back one notch, the heavy metal gear clanking, his biceps bulging with the effort. The table you’re strapped to begins to incline until your body now rests at an angle, the change in position altering the pressure on your wrists and ankles. Flexing your fingers, you peer at Tech through half-lidded eyes. 

He merely hums and, with a click of a button, ups the intensity. You groan as the vibrations climb, ripples of pleasure cascading through you. Undulating your hips, you chase the growing seed of orgasm sparking to life in your belly. Pleasure laps against your senses like the incoming tide, each wave larger than the last, each one threatening to drown you—but it’s not until Tech pushes another button that the surf breaks over your head. 

You cum, body pulling taut as you cry out. There is nothing for you to do except let it ride out; and once the pleasure resides, aftershocks jolting your body, you whine, trying to arch your body away from the vibrations. 

But you can’t. Stalking around the table, Tech’s eyes devour the way that your body twitches in overstimulation. You become aware of the sweat already pooling in the bend of your clavicles, the sticky release coating your lower half. On your own, you’d be satisfied, arousal ready to abate.

Tech, on the other hand, is not sated. Another press of the button, and the vibrations intensify another notch. You yelp. Tugging at your restraints, you try to remember how to breathe as the string in your belly begins to pull tight again. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and submersed in ice at the same time, nerves singing. 

At another increase in intensity, you shout, cumming again. Every muscle in your body locks up, brow scrunched as you bite down on the gag in your mouth. 

Zap! 

You flinch. Eyes shooting open, you stare at Tech and the new device in his hand. Confusion and the painful shock, already diminishing, distract you from the never-ending overstimulation between your legs.

“It is a specially designed electrostimulation tool,” Tech explains. He holds the small, handheld cylindrical device up to your face. Smooth and nondescript, the end of it contains two metallic prongs that remind you vaguely of a taser. What in the Sith blazing hells is he doing!?

In your ears, your heart thuds, drowning out everything else as the vibrations change in pattern this time. Shifting from the steady, monotonous drone, Tech selects a rhythm of several short bursts followed by one long drag of vibrations. Each pulse makes your body lurch. You’re already so spent, and yet, you feel another orgasm building in your belly. Toes curling, nails digging into your palms, you loose a hoarse cry when the pleasure crests once again. It pulsates through your entire being, throbbing in time with your heart.

Zap!

Whining, you try to twist your body away from the painful sting—but it was slightly less unpleasant this time than before. Panting, spit coating your entire front, you study Tech with guarded eyes as he brushes his knuckles over your flushed and warm cheek. 

“Doing so well,” he murmurs. “Giving me such excellent data to work with. Now, cum for me again, ner cyar’ika. You can do it.” 

A wail rips from your throat as the pattern changes again—several staccato pulses in quick succession, with no end in sight—and the intensity grows. It’s becoming nearly painful, but there’s a part of you, deep down, that preens under the praise, under the idea that Tech believes you’re a good subject for his experiment. 

It takes a few moments longer, but you eventually cum for a third time. This time, you anticipate the electric shock, and this time, you find it feels...not pleasurable, necessarily, but good. Moaning brokenly, your head thunks back against the table’s surface. Your entire body is overheated, flushed with equal parts arousal and embarrassment, sticky with sweat, spit, and slick. You’re a mess. 

In contrast, the only sign that this is affecting Tech at all are two high spots of color on his cheeks and a wet patch where the tip of his dick strains against his pants. He flashes you that dangerous smirk, one that you know now means that he’s not done with you. Far from it. 

“Again.” 

You lose track of how many times you cum. You’re sobbing, tears mixing with spit and sweat, body wracked with unending quivers as Tech plays with the settings of the vibrator. Equal parts pleasure and pain clash within you, each one feeding into the other. You’re uncertain how you’re still aware, mind so blissed out that the only thought you can conjure is how empty you feel. Despite reaching your peak so, so many times, there remains an ache in your core. 

Zap!

You nearly cum just from the electric shock alone. Body sagging forward, you keen, voice cracking as pleasure threatens to blind you once again. 

“Fascinating.” Tech switches off the vibrator suddenly. “Absolutely fascinating.” 

You draw in shuddering breaths through your nose. Vaguely, you’re aware of Tech bustling around you, but you don’t care to focus until you feel him loosening the restraints holding your limbs down: first your ankles, then your wrists. He catches your limp body as you fall weakly forward. Arms supporting you easily, he carries you to a bed that you hadn’t noticed earlier, laying you on its plush surface. 

Next, he removes the gag. He holds your mouth open once the toy is gone, then slowly helps you close it, massaging the joints of your jaw to help work out the soreness. 

Tears continue to leak from your eyes. You don’t have the strength to raise your head, barely have the strength to reach with trembling fingers for him, but you whimper low in your throat to catch his attention. 

“I am here, ner cyar’ika,” he assures. His voice still retains a hard edge to it. “What do you require?” 

“Y-You,” you gasp out. Your voice is raw and hoarse. “You.” 

He seems to understand. He shifts the both of you on the bed so that your legs fall open, bracketing where he kneels before you. At last you catch a glimpse of his hard length as he frees it from his pants. Angry red and dripping with pre-cum, his cock jumps as you moan. Tech squirts a line of lube onto his dick and then some onto his hand. He works most of it across your so-far neglected entrance. 

“P-Please,” you rasp. 

Wordlessly, he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your tight entrance. He pants, chin falling onto his chest to watch where your body swallows his length. That one stray curl bounces with the movement, and you yearn to brush it away from his forehead. As it is, you feel like you can barely move. All you can do is lie there and take it, take what you so desperately need. 

He stills when he bottoms out, his hips pressed flush to your ass. Fingers digging into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, his chest heaves with arousal. A low, broken wail rakes from your throat as the tip of him nestles against the bundle of nerves deep inside you, the perfect length, the perfect stretch. 

“Te-e-e-e-ch!” you cry. 

Nails biting into your skin, his grip tightens. “That is not my title, cyar’ika.” 

“D-Doctor,” you sob. “Please, doctor, fuck me!” 

“Gladly.” 

The pace he sets is punishing. His cock drives against that shattered piece of bliss in your core with each thrust, setting your entire body on fire once again. But this time it’s different. The thread in your belly winds tighter and tighter, but the rope is thicker this time—stronger, a heavier recoil. Dimly you’re aware of the way that Tech’s jaw clenches, the veins in his neck standing out as he strains, the heavy and wet clap of his balls against your ass. But your mind zeroes in on the stretch of your hole around his thick length—and without warning, you cum. 

You black out for a moment, ears ringing. Then: screaming. You’re aware of someone screaming. You think it’s you wailing, unable to control yourself. Your entire body is rigid, legs convulsing around Tech’s waist as he groans, high and heady. 

“That’s it, let everyone know the monster making you feel this good,” he grits out. Though his hips falter for a moment, he doesn’t let up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm. It doesn’t take long before he groans, tossing his head back as his dick pulses, his hot, sticky seed spilling into your spent body. 

Shaking, you whimper as his softening length slips from you. You lay there, gasping for breath, staring up at the stone ceiling while Tech rummages through supplies nearby. Your entire body is sore, aching, battered; yet you’ve never felt more gratified in your entire life. 

“Darling,” Tech’s voice whispers nearby. 

You don’t have the will to turn your head, but in your periphery you’re aware of him sitting on the bed next to you, wiping away the various fluids that coat your body. Lips twitching in a small smile, you simply gaze at him through hooded eyes. He’s doffed the lab coat, leaving him in his blacks, and swapped his goggles for his normal yellow lenses. Contentment sprawls through you at the sight of him, so familiar. 

“You performed exceptionally well,” he says with his usual, barely-there smile. “Thank you. As soon as you are able, I would like to talk through everything you experienced, if that is alright.” 

Blinking once, you try to nod. 

Tech shushes you, smoothing a hand over your forehead. “I’ll get you some water. Regrettably, these rooms do not come equipped with a refresher of any kind; I shall put in a formal request with our hosts so they can make appropriate changes for the next party.”

Quiet amusement, warm and affectionate, curls through your chest. Of course Tech would be concerned about this place not having the proper amenities. 

With supreme effort, you get your vocal chords to work. “Tech?” 

He hums. “Yes?” 

“Kiss me?” 

A small chuckle escapes him, but he obliges, leaning over to press his lips to yours in a chaste, sweet first kiss. You sigh happily. Body slipping into sleep, you can’t fight the warm pull of dreams any longer, but you vow to kiss him again as soon as you’re able, his lips soft and smooth against yours.

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[sudag-o]

ja q vc ama tanto edição (da pra perceber eu acho xD) qual foi sua primeira edição na vida ou uma antiga q vc lembra e quando e pq? :o)

aviso de postagem gigante com fatos historicos de 10 anos atras imperdivel

EU QRIA BOTAR TODOS MEUS VIDEOS ANTIGOS AKI MAS O TUMBLR NUM DXA =( tb num mando link aki por causa d deadnamd

a primeira NA VIDA eh duro vei ;_; stop motion eh um tipo de edisao tb ner. 0.o errr eu fazia intros no vivavideo e videoshow pros meus manos do ioutube tambem pq rolava tipo uns concursos e o premio d alguns era ganhar intro e coisa assim :} E eu fazia banners (horriveis no picsart) :3

lembro perfeitamente do meu primeiro amv no movie maker sendo d miraculous ladybug com RATHER BE de fundo isso foi no comeso de 2016 e eu fiz por axar legal os efeitos d la tava começano a usar movie maker =P

Pra sua grande sorte eu tenho coisas salvas no google fotos . essa era a minha finalizacao d video perceba que tem 2 marca dagua do kinemaster pq tive q censurar nome T_T eh o video mais velho q tenho la e eh de 30 de abril de 2016

esse tal d piccolage fez historia.. na epoca eu qria editar fotos com animacao por cima d outras fotos e num sabia como x( eu descobri as tal "edits de personagem" pq um youtuber d boneca q eu gostava tava comesano a editar mlp e eu fiqei :0000 uauuuuu num entendi mas eh legal esses texto mexendo na tela

ai como eu nao sabia mexer com keyframes eu fiz basicamente o q eu faco HJ EM DIA NO NCYDEMAHART : EDITAR FOTO POR FOTO ATE CRIAR UMA ANIMACAO seria inteligente se num fosse BURRO DMAIS. vendo agora dava um efeito bem retro diy hj em dia viraria estetica

a edisao mais antiga do meu canal do yt q num foi deletada eh um "music tag" q eu falo uma musica p cada pergunta. aki um preview meu sendo edgy isso foi editado no kinemaster e tem .790 views em 28 de maio de 2016

agora falano d foto

pareço estupido mas se liga no cara fazeno animasao de olho em stop motion sabo muito B)

e essa eh uma thumbnail minha por favor note nos stickers de bigode oculos de coracao heartbroken filtro vermelho musica da marina diamonds EU ME AMO!

Obrigado por ler

[nerenda]

I suppose I could actually do with some kinda intro here?

So hi, I'm Ner! Been here since 2013 so at this point I suspect I'm kinda stuck here.

I mostly reblog stuff here, but there might be the occasional original post in there somewhere.

Sometimes nsfw, so just be aware. Prob won't be straight up dick in your face, tho, but you'll never know.

If you want more Twisted Wonderland (Jamil + some oc stuff) you can also find me at @viperwhispered

For What in Hell is Bad (tho I've kinda given up on the game) I've got @from-leviathans-coffin

(also a few other sideblogs but they're pretty dead so don't worry about those)

Otherwise, everything just gets thrown into an assorted mix here.

I try to tag the fandoms and most common sensitive topics, but if there's something you'd like to see tagged, feel free to let me know and I'll try to keep it in mind.

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Hab mir heute überlegt, wie das Intro nächste Staffel wohl aussehen wird. Theoretisch können sie das von diesem Jahr nehmen und die neuen Darsteller reinschneiden.

Und statt ner Schatzkarte irgendwelche Gesetzbücher oder so.

[misfitgirlsworld]

The Girl with the Golden Eyes; WIP Re-Introduction

old intro

GENRE: Science Fiction & Fantasy

POV: Third Person

STATUS: First Draft

SYNOPSIS: Atreyu Wilkins could only see the world in black and white for nineteen years. With no insight from his mother and his father's inconsistency, he's never known why. Once a woman comes down to Earth looking for him, Atreyu not only gets answers but realizes the fate of the Earth and the rest of the galaxy rests in his and this Queen's hands. Is he willing to join her and take this responsibility?

CHARACTERS

AZAR NEREZZA [Uh-zar Ner-ez-a]: Warrior Queen of Planet Xavion. DANICA BERKUASA [Dan-ih-kuh Boo-ah-sa]: Head of the Royal Guard. Azar's close friend. BHAVISHA ISA [Baa-vish-a Issa]: Royal Forseer. Azar's close friend. AHRIMAN MALATESTA [Ah-ri-muh-n Maa-laa-tes-tuh]: Leader of the Homines Mali. Azar's former friend. LAMIA BAZE [Luh-mee-uh B-ai-z]: Necromancer. Ahriman's right hand. ATREYU WILKINS [Uh-trey-u Will-kins]: Protector of Earth and Xavion. Danica's cousin. SUMMER VALENTINE [Suh-mr Va-luhn-tine]: Protector of Earth. Atreyu's childhood friend. JUNE WINTERS [Joon Win-trz]: Protector of Earth. Atreyu's childhood friend.

EXCERPT: The woman in question watched the three run towards her, unmoving. As Atreyu got closer, he could see her piercing golden eyes still staring directly at him. Once they began to close in, the woman took a step back, and her aura turned purple as her eyes snapped to June, who was still ahead of her friends and rapidly closing the gap. Summer picked up her pace once she noticed the woman narrowed her eyes and lowered her stance. Summer caught up just in time and grabbed onto June's arm, yanking her to stop her just as the woman held a long red sword to her chest. The tip of the sword was inches away from June's chest, she could feel heat radiating off of it.

"H-Holy shit..." June breathed out.

CHARACTER INTRO: AZAR NEREZZA old . new | DANICA BERKUASA old . new | BHAVISHA ISA | AHRIMAN MALATESTA | LAMIA BAZE | ATREYU WILKINS | SUMMER VALENTINE | JUNE WINTERS

TAGLIST: @fanguy @ocmaker comment if you'd like to be added~

[corrupted-angels]

First system intro template

Type: Longish

Theme: Horrorish

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🦴 | **Age**:

🔪 | **Gen**der:

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🩸 | **Part**ners:

💉 | **Li**kes:

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*Frequent fronters*

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🫀 | **Dms**:

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🔪 | **Pings**:

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||Credits to pk;s keepn||

[olgalenski]

Polizeiruf Rostock - Diebe

Das Intro macht mich einfach jedes mal glücklich

kann sie mir beibringen wie sie es schafft dass die glasflaschen in dem beutel nicht klappern?

das war dann wohl wer auch immer mit dem auto weggefahren is. ich hab mir sogar das kennzeichen gemerkt. glaube ich hro k irgendwas mit ner 13 am ende naja

halbausgezogenen jacke steht ihr erstaunlich gut

nein wollte sie nicht glaube ich. warum sollte sie ausgerechnet papa sagen? like wie lange kennt sie dich jetzt? paar wochen? wird schwieirig

melly schon wieder am klavier liebe ich

ich hab noch nie ne lampe repariert. das macht papa immer. der is schließlich gelernter elektriker. aber sicherung rausmachen klingt eig schon logisch wenn man mit strom hantiert so

ich liebe dieses kind

okay setz dich einfach zu fremden menschen in den garten

finde wir reden jetzt doch endlich über günther

was ne aufschlussreiche unterhaltung

wer is er jetzt

mhm okay

also katrin hat den satz grad beendet mit: .. wenn ich meinen koffer nicht in die ostsee hätte fallen lassen :))))))) mit gehts gut

ja er meinte eher so wenn er gar nicht auf die idee gekommen wäre zu fliehen aber naja

ufff

wäre schon besser gewesen auf die mutter zu warten aber hey

warum is er einfach da und unterhältig so locker mit den anderen?

wissen die von der ganzen sache? wenn ja seit wann? wer hat das erzählt?

aber ich mein sie hatte halt eltern. ihre pflegeeltern. die leider tot sind. so like die aussage is schonmal falsch lieber röder

als ob er das absichtlich hat fallen lassen, entspann mal

mag den staatsanwalt nicht, wieso is er überhaupt hier

meine fresse thiesler ey

alter günther bitte hör auf zu reden like so vor 10 sätzen oder so

du könntest halt auch sagen: ich hatte eltern. und die hab ich sehr geliebt. oder sowas das wär mal n guter satz. kann ich das bitte im nachhinein mit dem drehbuchator bequatschen?

ihr blick alshdgdfjag

ufff

ach so is der dabei

ja so n durchsuchungsbeschluss 4 tage später is auch super hifreich, da haben die bestimmt noch nichts irgendwie verschwinden lasen oder so

meine güte röder read the room ey

warum sollte sie. like for real warum sollte sie mit ihm irgendwie kontakt haben wollen. nach 40 jahren.

ja er is nich freiwilig gegangen und so. aber meine güte könnt ihr alle mal bitte nich so auf seiner seite sein ich raste aus hier

ach mascha komm schon

ich mein gut du hast da noch das geld was cool wäre aber das bringt dir so halt nich deine tochter wieder

aber er is doch weggefahren... wieso kam er dann wieder und sie konnte ihn filmen?

oder war seine frau die die weggefahren is und er kam zurück um da iwie aufzuräumen? aber es is doch sein auto? hmmm

okay das zugenicke hier is verdächtig

warum is ihr auto nicht abgeschlossen?

weiß nich ob das klug is sie jetzt zu konfrontieren wenn du weißt dass sie die mörderin is

fuck fuck fuck

hallo pöschi halt sie doch jetzt nich von der wiederbelbungsmaßnahme ab???????

also kp ob das was bringen würde aber du bist kein arzt also triff mal diese entscheidung hier nicht

ich bin der meinung mascha wäre nicht gestorben wenn pöschi katrin nicht aufgehalten hat. so viel zeit is nicht vergangen zwsichen sie wehrt sich nicht mehr und katrin kommt an. bin jetzt pissig

ah klar habt euch wieder versöhnt. naja geh mal wieder das stört mich nich.

wenn du gut bist bleibt ihr telefonisch odder per brief in kontakt I guess

[mistofstars]

Liebe Joko auch dafür, dass er in ner fucking Doku den Satz raushaut *als Intro*

"Gehört es einfach zum Wesen der Industrie, wie ein rücksichtsloses Arschloch zu handeln?"

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine & the Briar Valley Incident

Okay, so. I think I'm kinda set on what happened with the whole "not allowed to visit Briar Valley" bit.

I mean I've had a vague idea ever since whatever, just couldn't decide on the exact details / people involved.

But, to set the scene:

Aunt Nerine is (was?) a princess of another fae realm. Not in direct line of succession, but close enough to be considered important and to hold the title.

(Malleus talked about the small fairies hailing from Faeland in Fairy Gala, and I'm under the impression that Briar Valley is not the only realm / country for the fae in general. Of course, feel free to drop some correcting lore my way if I'm mistaken.)

(Also where said realm is or what it'd be called? Idk, I'll figure it out at some point - unless something has happened to the place since. Anyway.)

And, being a princess and a member of the extended royal family, back in the day, Nerine would sometimes visit Briar Valley, and in general would have interactions with the royal family there.

Including one Maleanor Draconia.

And, like... Stubborn and arrogant as Maleanor may be, there's just something fetching about that princess, you know?

So Nerine gets a bit of a crush.

Maybe not even just a bit.

(Idk the exact extent of it myself yet, since I'm not sure either how much they would've interacted and just how young they would've been, relatively speaking, when things happened. But anyway, the feelings are there.)

Alas, Nerine’s signature spell, which lets her detect affectionate feelings between people, doesn’t work in relation to herself.

So, even when she cast it on Maleanor / in Maleanor's presence, Nerine still didn’t know if her feelings were reciprocated or not.

However. she did find some unexpressed feelings in the Maleanor, Raverne (and perhaps Lilia) tangle, and nudged them to light.

In a... less than subtle way.

Maleanor Draconia, of course, was not the sort of person to exactly appreciate the fact that spells with compulsion/control elements were cast on her. Not one bit.

So, it was only Nerine’s significant position within another realm (and the involvement of Raverne & Lilia) that led to her only being expelled from Briar Valley - rather than her being smitten to dust by a very angry dragon.

It still made for quite the international incident between the two nations, but not quite as bad as it could've been, had Maleanor retaliated unchecked.

For more information on aunt Nerine, here's the masterlist

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[hanifaandina]

Early Clinical Exposure - Day 1

Hai, blog kecilku. Lama ngga cerita…

banyak draft-draft menumpuk yang tak kunjung ku posting itu, tapi kali ini aku bakal "akan rajin" cerita di sini :D

HAI (lagi), me as anak 2 tahun belum genap aka semester empat. Sooo menuju akhir semester 4 ini, me as midstud ini harus mengikuti ECE (Early Clinical Exposure) di puskesmas, ada 3 topik utama yang harus ku observasi di ECE kali ini. Firstly, remaja dan pra nikah. Ini adalah materiku di semester awal, aku bisa menemukannya di kelas catin. Secondly, prakonsepsi dan kontrasepsi. Aku akan menemukannya kalo aku jaga di poli. And lastly, kehamilan. Percayalah sampai saat ini aku belum ada bayangan gimana sih rasanya melakukan Leopold yang sesungguhnya, bcs aku dikampus cuma menyentuh manekin bumil, jadii manekin pun menurutku kurang representatif buat aku bisa ngerasain gimana realnya perut yang ada isi bayinya 😆

And now, this is kinda what my journey's gonna look like lol. Karena tanggal 9 Juni masih cuti bersama, aku dan teman-temanku tetap berangkat ke puskesmas walaupun kita jaga UGD. How my feelings? aku selalu mengesampingkan perasaan takutku. "ih takut gabisa" but then "ih ngga ngga, apaan deh bentar lagi liburan" padahal belum genap sehari aku berada di puskesmas. Karena kalo ngga gitu, aku akan selalu ngerasa takut, dan berujung stress sendirian. We say "semakin diam, artinya semakin takut" karena bener aja, kalo aku diem aja, aku sedang membuka benang-benang pikiran yang kusut di otakku.

Diary (public version) ini bahkan ku tulis after aku sehari melewati kegiatan di puskesmas.

For some reason, this song's intro just started playing in my head, LMAO.

banyak hal-hal yang sebelumnya kutakuti, ternyata "ohh kalo udah tau rasanya, ternyata jadi biasa aja" gitu sih...

karena seharusnya tiap hari Senin ada kegiatan apel pagi, jadi kita berlima membawa almet kebanggaan kita, brawijaya muda itu.., but then kita menemui Bu Ayu aka Bikoor kita selama ECE di sini. Setelah diberi arahan-arahan singkat tentang "ngapain aja sih hari ini", kami berlima otw jaga UGD dehh

Belum ada case yang membuat mata kami melek, TIBA TIBA datanglah a patient from an accident. Yaa respon awalku emang kaget-panik-takut, wajar kan? tapii segeralah pasien tersebut ditangani oleh ners yang kebetulan jaga di UGD ini. Mulai dari membersihkan luka, bersihin darah yang ngga berhenti mengalir, daann berujung dijahit. Ada momen dimana aku mendapat titik haru, perasaan bersalah dari mas-mas yang menyebabkan pasien terserempet. Matanya tak bisa berbohong bahwa ia memang sungguh merasa bersalah, bagaimana ia memperlakukan korban. Hingga datanglah suami dari pasien, how sweet he are.., nemenin istrinya dari mulai dibersihin lukanya, hingga dijahit, tangan pasien tak lepas dari genggaman suaminya🥺 dan yaa setelah proses penjahitan selesai, pasien istirahat dan ditemenin suaminya. But then, pasien merasa bahwa giginya seperti menggigit bagian dalam mulut, aaa dan setelah dicek oleh perawat yang jaga di UGD, ternyata memang ada bagian gigi yang masuk ke luka di dalam mulut pasien, hingga pasien harus mendapat intervensi dari rumah sakit agar ditangani oleh dokter :(

Pasien-pasien selanjutnya datang dengan keluhan seperti sesak nafas dan pusing, ada juga pasien yang datang karena mau kontrol, karena kebetulan masih cuti bersama jadi dokternya ngga dateng ke Puskesmas, sooo mereka harus kembali ke Puskesmas hari Selasa.

Kegiatan yang sangat bermanfaat dan cukup membuat perutku tambah sakit adalah "membuat kassa depress" diajarin sama Kak Iffah (omg kenalan baruu), dia mahasiswa profesi ners yang kebetulan jaga UGD juga hari itu.

Menjelang siang, wow waktunya makan nih. Kebetulan juga aku sudah merasa pusing karena perutku lapar+dismenore (jjur udh gk kuat, tp lanjut buat kassa smpe abis 2 gulungan kassa), karena ditawarin "mau beli kebab ngga?" jelas mauu. TAPI PAS KEBABNYA DATENG, ternyata kurang kebabnya, dan yaa aku merelakan ngga makan kebab karena aku udah bawa jajan di tasku, meskipun ngga sekenyang kalo makan kebab, ya yaudah ya daripada ngga makan.

Lanjut mengisi Daily Activities di buku ECE hingga jam menunjukkan pukul 14.00, akhirnya kami sudah boleh pulang yeeeyyy

yaa, intinya gituuu yaah, sampai ketemu di ECE day 2.

btw dokumentasi di day 1 memang sedikit, karena ga sempet buka hp buat foto hehheeh

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

The best kids shows are the ones that you can barely find, but you remember the intro so CLEARLY.

I mean I have not seen Hippo Tub Co for a solid 14 years or so But I remember the swedubbed theme song very well (the show is easy to find in english but swedish?? Impossible)

Hej 👋 kom 🫲🏼 får 🫳 du 🫵 se 👁️ en☝🏻flodhäst 🦛 i 👇🏻 ett badkar 🛁 det är knappt man vågar 🙈 tro 🫣 att han är sann 🫢

Så skynda 🏃‍♂️ dig 🫵 hit 👇🏻 det är en flodhäst 🦛 i ett badkar 🛁 Men han åkte ner 👇🏻 i röret och försvann 😦

[ewuzebe-eqnosude]

(b)r(u)ant: maybe Simon Basset had °stutterin'° while Eloise Bridgerton had °stage fright°; (f)rave: bling retinue [👸 wife of CONQUEROR (a.k.a. charlotte of GEORGE wore >< 81 set, edwina of FRIEDRICH & daphne of SIMON wore >< 26, while kathani of ANTHONY wore >< 27)].

https://www.netflix.com/ 》 bridgerton

💅 whist(le) list:

• maybe, Bridger[t]o(w)n 📺 shows new town (ecumenopolis & {confused prop} megalopolis) instead of new government (pure {i.e. mestizo} or representative);

• maybe, Simon Basset's stutters improved @ 🏰 & then @ SCH... reminds me of a tutor who got fired for wakin' me up @ Prep SCH;

• maybe, Simon Basset kisses as if he's slurpin' ice cream 🍧 -> FRA kiss, reminds me of 📚 Kamasutra's fellatio vs. ITA gelato -> ₩o bitin'?;

• maybe, ITA gelato reminds me of Netflix's Love & Gelato... how to ₩ PHL sorbetes?;

• maybe, Cressida Cowper's fashion has its own ^target market^, reminds me of mine 😍 - ri(e)ch;

• maybe, Kathani Sharma's intelligence is 💑 ₩ responsible Anthony Bridgerton, whose duty is to viscount, thus their tutees are 💑;

• maybe, Kathani Sharma's emox'nal struggle reminds me of those days ₩o MR. Kupido's dream guidance 💘;

• maybe, Sky Castle reminds me of another dream, answer to whether i gotta be @ H 🏨 (voice: sumthin' like "we can't find your address."; G: it's not my path.), then maybe 'em 1st or 2nd HPAIR e-ad mos. after;

• maybe, [Pen]elope [Feather]ington's rollo is feng shui of names & became a [pen]ner for a pamphlet as light as feather, while mine's Sulla 🗯 then lolo's Adolf 🗯;

• maybe, Penelope's gentle readers aren't used to the limelight yet + truth's her defense accdg. to PHL law books 📚;

• maybe, Penelope reminds me of mine art therapy called blogging, or she'd rather write ✍ 'em thought than nag;

• maybe, writin' makes rememberin' previous topic by rereadin' 👓 'em while talkin's hard to edit or 'em topic gotta be mentioned again & again;

• maybe, Penelope's reminds me of mine t monickers thinkin' that 'tis useless to hide 🕵 when there are 'em CCTVs now;

• maybe, 💑 "COUNT & COUNTESS" of somewhere -> "MISTER & MISTRESS";

• maybe, their deb's 1/4 split intro reminds me of John Robert Powers SCH, also of DUN Nazarene ☻... 'til mine next Holy Week visit;

• maybe, former SEN. Miriam D.'s orientax'n lecture @ Senate (as: senet) became mine obsesx'n, so i followed 'em instinct 😇... & grad ₩ 2-in-1 degree in megalopolic law + ecumenical law -> 💒 ST. Jude Escariot;

• maybe, former SEN. MD-Santiago's feng shui is Merriam Webster's Dictionary, & infamous for spellin' bees;

• maybe, watchin' 'em 📺 GossipGirl as if 'tis haute couture (as: ot kotoor) but 'em showin' Manhattan or H 🏨 or Y -> 🏦 banco museum;

• maybe, 📺 GossipGirl's Dan Humphrey compl[e]ments Ellen Fein's The Rules 📚, while Chuck Bass slangs jersey girl -> fem varsity 🎽;

• maybe, 📺 GossipGirl's Blair Waldorf inspired Waldorf SCH (nipa hut tent as acad bldg.) vs. Montessori SCH (starts @ 2y.o. called Casa {bldg. as former house} when i was in gr.8) -> same PHL curriculum -> What makes 'em different? (a.k.a. specializax'n);

• maybe, 'em movie blings @ Prime Video's L.O.T.R. The Rings of Power look lovely.

[chillenby]

Okay. I'll try to explain it as best as I can without spoiling it and while covering everything you might need to now. (If you want me to explain everything else in detail just ask, I'll be more then happy to do so, but I certainly recomend for you to watch or play the game because it's great and has amazing retro graphics and soundtrack)

Since it's a bit longer post I'll just title the segment so that you can skip if you're not interested in something

Intro

It's a psychological horror with darker themes. Rape, murder, suicide and even canibalism. It's a game you can purchise on steam for like 12 bucks or watch a playthrough on youtube (most of them are about 2 hours).

It's about a crew in space. That's all I can say without spoiling it too much. It has a pot of metaphoric meanings and delves into a lot of different deeper topics (which is great if you're into more phylosophic type things and it can cause you to think about it a lot, from their catchy lines to just it over all) and they have a few characters that are very well written and really human.

Daisuke

For characters, Daisuke is the fan favorite, he's the youngest (18-20 years old) and he's the intern. People gravitate to him because of 2 things, 1) they see him as a silly guy (which compared to other characters he is because he jokes the most and is practically a lighthearted character) and 2) they find him relatable because he doesn't know what he wants from his life or his strengths.

Anya

Then Anya is also the fan favorite, she's a polite nurse that in the game doesn't actually have a lot of personality. Which in a nerative way makes a lot of sense. People gravitate to her because some of them have been in similiar situations and she makes them feel seen, while others feel bad for her and from a lot of different ao3 tags say that they think she deserves a hug

Sweansea

Sweansea is that typical old grumpy character you have in a lot of media and he's the engineer of the crew. He's Daisuke's mentor and a lot of people like to think of him as Daisuke's father figure. He's gruff, a bit blunt and in the end has one of the better monologs and opinions of the whole game.

Jimmy and Curly

Jimmy (co-pilot) and Curly (captain) are my favorites and the plot focuses a lot on them because we play as them, switching between their neratives. They're surtainly complex characters and most of the plot is built around them. Jimmy is that assholish character, mean, rude, greedy and selfish, while Curly is that guy people rely on and concider a nice guy. Polar oposites, but they are close friends.

Polle

And then Polle, the lovable mascot of Pony Express (aka the company they work for). She's also used as a metaphore and an amazing one at that. (Can't say anything else so I don't spoil anything and because I fucking hate that pony. Scared me shitless the first game thtough, literally friend had to be on call with me for the last 20 minutes of the game because that stupid Pony was practically haunting my ass).

For the plot, it's not too complex, but I personally find it impactful and as disturbing it is, I hold it close to my heart. It's dark and heavy and simple and complex at the same time. Though, the way the plot is handled through narative gives it that specific charm.

Fandom

For the fandom I'll just say this. Enjoy at your own risk and always check trigger warnings if you're sensitive to something. If you don't like something, just ignore it or go talk with your friend about it. Mouthwashing fandom has a lot of amazing stuff, like from psycho analysis, fanart and certain fanfics, while some miss the point intierly (which is fine, it's not, but if it makes a person happy who cares, I'm not gonna ruin it for them) and some which I personally consider that they go too far. Also, the fandom is perfectly split between people who want to enjoy the dark parts of the game and those who like the silly stuff (memes, jokes, fluff, and they probably do it to 'cope' with the game).

I'm not gonna go too deep into the shipping because everyone has their personal opinions on it, but it's a bit contreversial. At times diving into the proship vs the other side debate.

Music

Last thing, 'Headlock' by Imogen Heap is convidered the mouthwashing song. It's like about how you wanna persue your hobbies and interests, but you're stuck in place unable to actually do it. Which I personally think perfectly fits the game, atleast a very specific scene in the game that actually is one of my favorites and a bit not comforting, but it makes me feel a bit seen. But I think a lot of people actually just like it cuz it's a catchy song with a very nice and specific beat. Also, receantly JT music released the mouthwashing rap which actually covers a lot of the plot, meaning and other parts of mouthwashing. It's also a bop and in the intro they sampled actual sounds from the game which is very cool if you ask me

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So yea. Sorry for rambling, I covered a few things, I thought would be important without revealing too much if you actually decide to play/watch the game.

WHAT THE FUCK IS "MOUTHWASHING"????

can someone tell me about what Mouthwashing is

my friend is obsessed with it and i wanna learn more about it for her, and i also saw it was a psych thriller and i love those.

lowkey i thought it was the sally face sequel so if anyone could rb and help me out itd be much appreciated

also whos that gay fuck daisueke or whatev