#“will this be enough to get us by?” when the money isn’t “necessary” for either party

[vibbybee]

“and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like [it’s not enough]” cho

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked my boyfriend to kick his boyfriend out of our communal living situation and out of our polycule due to “incompatibility”?

submitted 5/22/2024 ~💔🌈🏚️<- to find

I (26F) am considering asking my boyfriend O (32M) to kick out his other partner/boyfriend E (36M) from our communal living situation and our polycule, because E is not compatible with either our relationship or the group as a whole. Here’s the situation: The three of us currently live in O’s childhood home (his parents died and he inherited it), along with four other roommates who are not in the polycule. All of us split the bills evenly, except for E because he was recently fired from his job as a mechanic, so he pays a much smaller amount, which means all of us have to increase the amount we pay in order to keep up. This would be fine except E is not looking for a job and this is causing financial strain on all of us. It’s a large house and it’s very old so it tends to need a lot of maintenance, currently we have to get the roof repaired because a section of it caved in during a snowstorm (that part of the house is roped off because it’s still not fixed of course) and just my luck, my room happened to be on the floor below this, so O has me sleeping in his room because he’s worried floor above my room may have rotted from exposure due to the caved in roof. This will be relevant later. Now, here are the specific reasons why I want E out of here (aside from financial strain):

Everyone in the house is part of the same religious group. We are a neo pagan group (details not necessary for this but feel free to ask questions, but just know that we have some agreed upon beliefs and practices that we’ve developed over the past three years) and many in our group, including O, practice witchcraft. E, however, is a hardcore atheist, and is condescending towards us whenever we partake in our various practices. O thinks that E can be persuaded to respect us and that it’s just a matter of time, but I do not think that’s probable. O is the elected spiritual leader in the house (one: because he’s held these beliefs longer than most of us and brought us together, and two: it’s his house), so only O can kick someone out for religious reasons. We can vote to kick someone for abuse, but nothing E has done is technically bad enough.

He should be kicked from the polycule because I think he is using O either for sex or to make up for something he did back when they were in a situationship. The past between those two is very intense because it’s linked to E discovering his identity and it was O’s first relationship. It ended very badly on horrible terms, but they decided to give it another shot for whatever reason. E had an intense vendetta against me from the very beginning and he thinks that I’m delusional for believing O is in love with me because when O liked E it was “very different”. E has his own bedroom, but spends most of the time in O’s room, typically to have sex. Sometimes they want me to join in with them, but I usually decline because I’m suspicious of E’s intentions and I do not trust him. The one time I did agree to join in led to my unplanned pregnancy. I also think E is cheating on O because whenever O leaves the house, E brings over his ex B (33F), and those two hook up (or at least I assume they do because they lock themselves in the bedroom for hours).

On the cheating note, E has been getting checks in the mail from B, but he hasn’t been using this money to contribute to the bills, but rather stashing it away into a “project fund”.

B is dating my ex A (28F) and I know B has been gossiping to her because A has been posting to her private insta account long rants about “another perfectly good lesbian turned by dicks and witchcraft”, which could ONLY be referring to me because as far as I know, she hasn’t had any relationships in between ours and her’s and B’s. She is radfem and tradcatholic so the statement isn’t a surprise, but she only started posting that stuff After B started coming over, and she was kicked from the house for being intolerant, so it’s odd for her to start ranting about me now.

I think it’s unfair that my ex was kicked out for intolerance while I was still dating her, even though I objected (it was a toxic relationship and I was in deep), but O hasn’t kicked out E despite E also being intolerant and dating one of us.

[miaoua3]

hey!! popping in to say stay the morning was just 🧎‍♀️perfect. cld i request for some boyfriend ceo cheol hcs? <3 cant get enough of that trope omg.

LOVE UR WORK SM BAE

heya! thank you so much for the nice words! and sure i can, it would be my pleasure🫶

CEO! Seungcheol Boyfriend Headcanons:

• (sfw headcanons)

met you at some fancy dinner that you were accompanying your friend to, literally saw you across the room and couldn’t look away, literally stopped listening to whoever it was that he was talking to, said a brief “excuse me” before he immediately approached you to ask you for your name, the rest is history❤️

boyfriend or a sugar daddy? well- both actually. he literally gets mad if you even dare to think about paying for something with your own money, his black card has its first and foremost place in your wallet so you better be using it

although he indulges in buying you expensive and extravagant presents, cheol is actually all about small actions of affection. randomly ordering you food while you are at work, sending you flowers, tying your shoes when they come undone, holding your hand while you walk down the stairs in heels to make sure you don’t fall-he does it all and does it without even having to think twice about it, that’s how much he loves and adores you

has his kitchen filled to the brim with all the sweets and treats that you absolutely love, you definitely will put on a bit of a healthy relationship weight when you start dating him

never lets you drive to his place, always either picks you up himself or has his driver pick you up, not because he thinks you can’t but because he’d rather not risk it and just because he thinks it isn’t necessary, his princess shouldn’t be doing anything except look pretty and give him tons of kisses❤️

definitely books and pays for all the activities you have always wanted to try like your dream concerts, sky diving (if you are into dying like that lol💀) etc- just anything to make his girl happy

didn’t even ask you to move in officially, he just hung an extra key to your keychains, started insisting that you stay the night (every night actually) and eventually…your place was empty and his place was filled with your things and that made him so so happy❤️

behind the cold and moody persona he puts up as a cover is the clingiest, babiest boyfie seungcheolie ever :(( will text you all the time, asking when you will be back so you can cuddle him, “its been so long since you cuddled him last :(“ (its been 3 hours….)

is absolutely miserable when he has to go away for some business trips, literally counts the days until he comes back home to you❤️

• (nsfw! headcanons)

definitely provider both in and outside the bedroom, he will always put your pleasure first, refuses for his bedroom life to be just something quick and simple, will always spend hours just making love to you until he knows that you are 100% satisfied

LOVES spending his money on lingerie and expensive jewellery for you to wear in bed, he thinks there’s nothing hotter than you clad in red lacy lingerie and with rubies hanging from your ears and neck, he finds it so hot that HE was the one to buy all of that and finds it even hotter that HE is the only one who has the privilege to take it all off (read: rip it all off)

possessive as fuck, is always asking you “who is my good girl?, on nights where he is jealous and feeling pissed might even let the words “who do you belong to?” slip out, but like not in a misogynistic and egotistical way, but more so in a “i can’t live without you in my life so i need you to remind me that you will want to be with me forever :(“ way

doesn’t want to risk it with shower sex because you almost slipped and fell one time and gave him a mini heart attack, bathtub sex however? lets just say he always has to clean up the water that has splashed outside the bathtub while you rode him to the point he saw heaven

not really into bondage but loves to restrict your movement with his hands alone, gets him off knowing he’s strong enough to manhandle you in ways he desires

loves your ass more than anything else in the world, his favourite position is 100% doggy or fucking you in front of a mirror with your back turned towards him so he can see both your face and your ass

big on leaving hickeys all over your body, he just wants to mark what is his so everyone can know to back. the fuck. off. of his girl (loves it when you do it to him too, he just wants the whole world to know that you two are each other’s person, even if it’s because of the hickeys littered all over his collarbones

low-key into voyeurism, likes the danger of being discovered (and getting into a scandal apparently smh bro doesn’t care about his public image he’s just thinking with his dick)

i said it once and i will say it again- my man has a praise kink and that’s the end of it, he just loves reassuring you and praising you how good you are doing and how good of a girl you are being for him, would never call you the b-word, you are his princess, his baby, not…that word :(( (well unless you insist to-)

thats all i got for now😭 hope that you like it! love you mwah💋

[the-lambda-archives-ai]

Statement of : Gordon Martinez Freeman, 30 year old MIT graduate,Regarding a peculiar video game he’d found.

Recorded direct from subject, May 16, 200-

Statement begins.

Pt 1 > here

ABOUT 👇

Hello! I am the author of this AU, you can find my main at @inkzectz , for more meta questions about this AU, or for general comments about it, please go there.

What is the AU about?

LA : AI is a crossover AU of sorts, in the simplest way put, it’s TMA but with HLVRAI characters, TMA stuff happens but altered to fit the general HLVRAI narrative, and with my own changes, headcanons, etc. added

I will be updating/editing this post as I progress.

Will it have spoilers?

Yes, not a lot, but vague/mild spoilers about how the world works, plot points, and character.

It is best if you’ve seen it but as of writing it right now (early ep 4) there aren’t any spoilers. Once I am a little further ahead then you may want to listen to it.

Again the spoilers will be vague and mild at worst, as it progresses I would recommend listening to tma, but it’s sort of like how while half life knowledge is helpful in hlvrai it isn’t exactly necessary to enjoy hlvrai bc it’s different enough from it to not really matter (?) I hope that makes sense.

Asks rules

- No telling [ player ] exactly what happens ex : “omg [ player ] when you weren’t looking [ npc ] said this very important thing that is supposed to be kept secret for lore reasons”

- Please avoid asks like “tell this character they’re pretty” while I appreciate the compliment, I am trying to write a story and want to keep things as on topic as possible. Instead tell me on my main if you like the art, I’ll probably reply with a doodle or something, just not on here.

- Less so of a rule but more so of a general statement, I will be avoiding asks that either are too close to what happens or if answering would mean progressing the story too quickly, there’s a lot I want to happen and I want time to do it all.

- Another one that’s less of a rule and more of a general thing, if I don’t like what you said I won’t be answering.

- I also sometimes just don’t know how to answer some things.

- Please be respectful of the ships I choose to include and don't force your own, ship wars and such will not be tolerated.

- Please be respectful of others and do not spoil anything, not everyone has listened to TMA and knows it's themes.

I will not be answering everything, I cannot always get to every message so please be respectful of that.

Select character

Character abouts! [ Will be updating as I continue to work on the story ]

[ select ] > Mr. Freeman

> Gordon Martinez ‘Martini’ Freeman

30 y.o . 6’0 . 230lb . Romani / Puertorican . male [ he/him ] . bisexual

> Lives in Seattle, MIT graduate, left Black Mesa, works as a librarian IRL but also makes money via streaming video games occasionally, in real time it is 2018.

[ PLAYER ]

> Believes in the paranormal out of fear but tries to rationalize out of denial, he will never admit something is supernatural and will jump through hoops to rationalize even if deep down he does believe.

> Has a son named Joshua Medrano Freeman, who is 6 years old, Gordon and his old partner met in college but split up before Joshua was born, they remain civil but are nothing more to each other than Joshua’s other parent.

> Gordon rents an apartment with 3 rooms, his own room, Joshua’s room, and a third that used to be a guest room but he has so little visitors he’s just chosen to revamp it into a gaming room.

> Gordon works primarily in a library for now as he’s looking for a better job.

> Gordon often wears hoodies, sweaters, t-shirts, crew necks, and any general outfit one would wear at home, long curly hair that is beginning to grey due to stress, unkempt goatee, and almost always wears green tinted glasses [ he doesn’t need glasses he just thinks they’re cool ]

> His hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail but can also be found in a bun or just down.

< [ select ] > Mr. Coolatta

> Thomas ‘Tommy’ Coolatta, primary researcher, and technical head of the institute.

39 y.o . 6’7 . 190lb . Chinese/filipino . Male [ he/him ] . ???

> His father owns the Lambda institute and he grew up in it, he officially started working in the archives when he was 24, and of all the employees in the entire institute he has worked there the longest.

[ NPC ]

> No one knows who his father really is, Tommy being the only one who’s ever actually seen / spoken to him, his father is the real head of the institute but gives most his orders through Tommy, so Tommy is also technically the head as well.

> Not much is actually known about him, besides his father he doesn’t appear to have any other family, nor does he ever speak of his personal life much.

> Tommy primarily works as an archival assistant, specifically in research, he is the one who will verify details regarding statements or do further investigations into aspects of the statements.

> Tommy is quite the colorful character, often wearing colorful clothing and accessories, he seems to think doing so brings some cheer into an otherwise boring environment, he often wears patterned polo shirts, cheap company bracelets, pins, lanyards, pant chains, but is never without his signature multicolor propeller hat.

[yourlocalcryptidbee]

⭐Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons

Headcannons about the lovely Lucifer Morningstar and the ways he acts with the even lovelier reader! Grab some snacks and a beverage, get comfy and enjoy <3

~1k words

GN-ish! Reader (mentions of hair long enough to braid that’s it) NOT proof read.

Dude hates crowds, like has a burning(get it? hellfire? burning…never mind) hatred for them, most of them anyways. Crowds, people in general, can’t seem to think for themselves when around him. It’s always ‘whatever you want, your majesty,’ ‘don’t let us stop you, your majesty’ ‘we’ll do whatever you ask, your Majesty’ It reminds him of Heaven and the councils, and the masses, and the sermons….the list goes on. It’s Groupthink on steroids. A complete echo chamber that a young Lucifer tried to break. That version of Lucifer stood up to the majority and lost everything because of it. Of course that man still can’t stand it, especially now that he’s on the other end of it. He wishes that sinners could at least try to have a personality around him, not just a bunch of spineless pushovers, ready to wait hand on foot in fear of being smote.

He likes to watch you, not in a creepy way! At least he hopes that it isn’t creepy to you. Simply put, Lucifer likes to see you there, see you take up space in his home. Although he isn’t apposed to helping cook breakfast or clean, he’d much rather just watch you do it. It’s a comfort thing for him, watching you physically move around and disturb his space reminds him that you’re real and not something his mind made up as a last ditch effort to fix his depression. In the beginning when you would sleep over at his house, Lucifer wouldn’t make his bed after you left. He’d just leave all the bunched up blankets and sheets exactly how you left them. It made him feel less lonely when he had to sleep by himself the next night.

Frivolous. Like, truly does not care how much he spends on shit. Couldn’t even try to think about caring. It doesn’t matter to him. Partly due to his pride, he’s the big dick in charge of hell! of course he has the money for that 24k gold and diamond encrusted something or other. Especially if he’s buying something for you or Charlie. Your wish is his command after all.

His house is sssssoooo dusty. After his divorce he had quarantined himself to his bedroom, bathroom and office. He never went anywhere else in his house, he would portal himself between the rooms when necessary so he didn’t even use the hallways! Which one could imagine would leave a substantial amount of dust EVERYWHERE. He had invited you to his home for the first time on a whim, feeling proud of himself for finally asking and had coincidently walked through his front door, only to cough from inhaling so much dust. That pride turned to horror as he realized he only had an hour to clean his house before you showed up. That man had never moved faster in his life. He was so focused, unfortunately sometimes on the wrong things, I mean why was he cleaning the support beams that were 15 feet high and attached to the ceiling and not, I don’t know, the kitchen!? 

Lucifer cannot throw things away. Just look how long he wore his wedding band after he and Lilith split. In fact, he still has kept the ring after getting together with you, though he’s not wearing it, Lucifer just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of something like that. It still lives in a nice box in the very back of his nightstand. This is even worse when it comes to gifts from either you or Charlie. It could be the stupidest thing and he’ll cherish it and hold onto it for eternity. All those rocks, broken crayons, leaves, and bottle caps that baby Charlie gave to him? All tucked away safely to this day, hell, sometimes he’ll look through it all as a little pick me up. Maybe this has to do with being physically thrown out of his home in heaven or maybe he just is sentimental, even Lucifer doesn’t know.

Loves having his wings be taken care of. It was hard after he fell from heaven, those beautiful white wings now a blood red? Not something he liked to look at. It reminds of what he failed to do and of the pain he created for all of humanity. Having you take care of that is so special to him. You take the time to preen his wings and make sure they’re perfect. One of the things that are constantly reminding him of his failure as an angel is just so easily accepted and loved by you. Something so small to you, means the world to him. You can look at something that symbolizes failure and still love it unconditionally because it’s Lucifer’s? Yeah, he loves it that you take care of him.

Will 1000% make dad jokes when he doesnt know what to say. It’s honestly adorable. This happened on multiple occasions when your relationship was still new. A conversation would finish and there’d be a lull or a pregnant pause, and then he’d just “what-what do you call a can opener that’s broken?”

.

.

.

“a can’t opener. ” 

Cue his quiet, stifled yet awkward laughter at his own joke and the distant groan from Charlie who has probably heard that a million times already.

Has a gift for braiding hair. Honestly, he’s pretty good at styling hair in general but allow him to braid your hair and his talent just shines through. His own hair has some length to it so he has in fact braided his own hair but come on, his (ex)wife and baby girl have some of the longest blonde hair in the underworld, of course, he knows what he’s doing. Doesn’t matter what style or where the braid originated, he can do it. The cherry on top is that when he’s combing out your hair beforehand, there isn’t a single tug. Could this be magic? Yes. Could this also be a skill carefully cultivated over the literal millennia he’s been alive? Also yes.

[sumirexxxx]

— Treat Me Like A Slut

cw: trans!scara , gn!reader , degrading kink , belly bulge , overstimulation , fingering , sub!scara , dom!reader , rough sex , cursing , mentions of cock/dick

summary: scara is a exclusive slut who only fcks rich people

“This is all you got?” Scara stares blankly, his tone laced with annoyance. “Look, i’m not some cheap whore just anyone can buy for a night..” Scara sighs while rolling his eyes, his patience running low.

“B-But this is all i have! Please, i’ll pay you back once i get enough cash-“

“Listen..,” Scara stands up from his seat whilst unwrapping a lollipop from a glass jar before popping it into his mouth. “I don’t know if the program told you this, but i don’t fuck with limp dick men. You either have the money or you go to some local motel and catch some deadly disease from their smelly vaginas and die.”

“B-But please.. i beg of you!” The man shouted as he dropped to his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Scara was eating this shit up. He adored when men would beg and gravel at his feet. Unfortunately, this occurrence didn’t last long when his manger ( aka you ) showed up and escorted the man out of the building.

“Scara…” You sigh in defeat after closing the establishment doors. “Was it necessary to cause such a ruckus?”

Scara rolls his eyes before walking on over towards you and gently gazes his hand against your abs. “Wanna fuck me big boy~?”

“Don’t you’d think it be inappropriate for a manger to have intercourse with their client?” You teased, edging Scara on until he throws himself at you.

“Oh please.” Scara scoffed. “Spare me the formalities and just fuck me already.” Scara whines as he wraps his arms around your neck and brings you into a heated kiss.

The both of your tongues intertwine with each other as a string of saliva was left behind after the both of you needed a breather. “How about we finish the rest of this in my office..” Scara nods his head in agreement and wraps his legs around your waist. You carried him to your office and placed him on your desk before going back to kissing him passionately.

“W-What.. about t-the door..” Scara moaned between the wet kiss, drool escaping from the side of his mouth as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “What if someone w-walks in on us..”

“Guess you’ll have to be quite then.” You chuckled as you slowly moved your kisses down to his neck and then his torso before reaching his clothed cunt. It was adorable seeing Scara worry about you, but you knew deep down he didn’t give two shits. He just didn’t want to share you with anyone else. Scara moaned and arches his back as you bite and suck his inner thigh, causing him to spread his legs even wider till you could see a damp spot in the middle of his panties. “You’re already this soaking wet for me?” You teased as you pinched Scara’s clothed clit.

“Y-Yes!~” Scara gasps as you slide his lavender panties to the side and already slid a finger into his silk entrance. “Nghhh-! N-Need more~” He groaned as he rocked his hips against your hand. You ignored Scara’s request as you continue to fuck him with one finger only, which eventually brings Scara to tears as he continues to beg for more of your fingers. “P-Please my cunt aches… hmmp~ pl-please- i’m so close..!”

“You look so beautiful when you’re begging like a desperate bitch.” You sigh teasingly before shoving three more fingers into his sloppy wet cunt. Scara in advance covers his mouth with his hand as he yelps from the sudden intrusion. His body goes limp as his back arches off from the wooden office desk.

Scara wishes he could protest when he suddenly felt the coil in his lower abdomen snap. “I-I’m coming! Nghhhh~ ah-“ Scara squirts all over your fingers and wrist, wetting the desk below him. His body trembles as he comes down from his orgasm. “M-More.. n-not enough..”

You tilt your head to the side as you pull your slick fingers out from Scara’s entrance. “Isn’t someone being a little too greedy..” You sigh. “I’ve already done so much for you..”

Scara scoffs as he attempts to sit up, only for his strength to deny him as he helplessly falls back down on the desk. “Y-You haven’t done jackshit..”

“Oh dear…” You ruffled Scara’s hair before standing up and removing your dress pants and boxers. “Was my fingers not enough for you?” You ask mockingly as you rubbed your tip against his wet folds.

“O-Obviously.” Scara stutters as he attempts to remain obnoxious as usual but the build up after the orgasm seeps in. Scara let’s out a soft whimper when he feels your tip pressing against his entrance, slowly but surely going inside him. Your gaze is fixated on Scara’s expressions, making sure he is completely comfortable at all times. You’re well aware that majority of your customers don’t treat your clients with the up most of care. Unintentionally whilst you were thinking of Scara well being he roughly rubbed his heel into your ass. “M-Move already!” He sneered as Scara bucks his hips against your thick cock.

In response to Scara’s disobedience, you pulled your cock all the way out till only the tip was in until slamming all of it back into him. Scara screamed as tears flooded his eyes and his jaw hanged low, leaving him speechless. “F-Fuck… you’re squeezing me..” You groaned as you threw your head back.

“S-Soo full.. nghh~!” Scara moaned as he chanted this line like a curse. His gaze shifted towards his lower abdomen as he can see the outline of your cock bulging in and out of his hypogastric. “N-Nghh… i-i’m gonna cum.. hmmp.. ahh- i’m coming-!” Scara squirted all over you again like the whore he is, spraying your belly with his clear fluids as well as your dick. “C-Cum inside me! I-I wanna feel you hot seed inside… nghh~ m-my cunt~”

You nod your head in agreement as you continue to fuck him vigorously. Thrusting your hips a few more times against Scara fat pussy has you coming instantly. Your white fluids were quickly milked away by Scara gooey walls. The feeling of fullness sent Scara into overstimulation causing him to squirt one last time, his clear fluids mixed with your white ones seeped out of his swollen red cunt. Scara pants as you slide out of him before pressing a kiss to his temple as the both of you clean up and head home.

[lu-dao-writes]

— Kairos

noun: kai•ros: the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.

warning(s) depictions of anxiety, stress, overthinking, and mentions of financial difficulties. Also maybe some grammar mistakes.

It was an overcasted day.

The building, although massive, lacked liveliness.

It wasn’t because a lack of students, oh no. It just… It was dull looking. Basic and aged.

But it’s a university nonetheless. A university that Lucien was fortunate enough to get into.

The student was forcing each foot in front of themself, chanting assurance in their brain, and ignoring the bodies that passed by them, or any they accidentally made eye contact with.

It took everything in them to not completely disassociate or succumb to an anxiety attack while heading to the administration office and receiving the necessary paperwork. They made sure to try and listen as information was being given, making sure to not ask the woman to repeat herself too much, and used the notes app on their phone just in case they forgot.

When the student finally left they fled to the courtyard and sat on a lonely bench, the cornflower paint chipped and the wood a bit cracked.

One breath in.

Hold it for four.

One breath out.

Out for four.

Wash, rinse, and repeat till they felt at least somewhat normal again.

They fix their headphones and flip around through their music, dark brown eyes watching young adults either rush to their lectures or meander with their friends or alone.

They soon study the map of Olympeius and murmur to themself about the next thing to do.

“It’s probably best to figure out where our lectures will be that way I’m not lost like a damn fool when it comes time to my first official day..”

They look around themself and purse their lips. “Nah… I’ll wait till there’s not so many people in the halls…”

Lucien isn’t clueless. Ever since they stepped foot into this city and university, they’ve seen the people walking around it.

Fast, vibrant cars, name brand clothing and accessories, black platinum cards (or flashes of green or pale blue paper), and finally, the attitude of others and how they carry themselves.

Lucien didn’t grow up rich and knew the taste of stress from financial problems, and the bitter feeling of someone constantly taking their money when they probably don’t even need it.

But anyways.

Lucien knew that they’d better keep their head down and try to avoid getting in some peoples way.

Otherwise they just might be eaten alive.

But they try to not think too negatively. Especially when they’re in a delicate headspace currently.

“We’ll be okay… Just stay in your lane and do your work. Don’t wanna disappoint anyone…”

‘I wasn’t bullied too badly in high school, maybe I’ll be okay.’

‘But I came from a simple high school. This place is different.’

‘What if I get caught up in something? Will I get help?’

‘What if I become some rich asshole’s servant?’

‘Will the bullying be like how it is on tv?’

‘Should I take self defense classes? Hell, nah, I definitely don’t got money for that, nor the motivation.’

‘Ugh, what about that bill I still need to pay?’

‘God, I have to find a new therapist too.’

‘So much to do and-.’

“Excuse me? Are you okay?”

It was dull and gray outside. They like it like that, it usually meant rain.

But now… The sun has peaked out from the shade of clouds and licked at their skin.

They blink and shake their head, catching their headphones as it slips back slightly, and there stands a proper looking young man with pretty eyes and an even prettier face.

Brown meets azure, and they nearly choke on air.

“I-.. Yeah..! Sorry, I was lost in thought!” Lucien quickly explained.

The dapper fellow smiles with relief and stands up straight, his hands behind his back. “That’s good to hear. I was quite concerned for a moment! Are you perhaps new?”

A gentle bob of their head and they smile sheepishly at him. “Is it that obvious?”

The man gives a lighthearted chuckle. “Hmm, I wouldn’t say that, but I haven’t seen you before. You just gave it away.”

“Fair,” Lucien chuckles, rubbing their neck, their eyes moving from his eyes and down to his mouth before looking at his attire.

Tawny skin with dusty pink undertones, silken brown hair in a little braid that rests on his shoulder, a few strands fallen in his face, making him look soft but still elegant. He’s got a clear face, plump shiny lips, a cute nose, and expressive eyes.

Blue eyes aren’t something they find interesting, but on him? They’re beautiful.

Fancy black shoes, slacks, and button up, and a purple vest that hugs his torso.

It makes them wary for a moment once they take in his all too neat and perfect appearance, but…

He seems sweet.

“Oh, I’m Lucien, by the way,” they greet.

“I’m Jericho. Jericho Ichabod. But everyone calls me Crowe!”

His teeth are straight and white, and behind him the sun blooms brighter, and Lucien isn’t sure what exactly is blinding them more.

[soft-for-them]

Being a Lannister - Game of Thrones x plus size reader

Summary: Headcanons of being the youngest Lannister daughter and sibling. The reader is the daughter of Tywin's second wife though there is the rumour that the reader isn't Tywin's child (up to reader to decide because I'm not going to be one of those fuckers who write just for white people by making the reader a full sibling.)

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: Is this that good, meh. I'm I still trying to get used to writing for the GoT characters, yes. So sorry if this isn't the best dfghjkhgf.

. Tywin Lannister loved Joanna with all his heart but sooner or later people would have begun pressuring him to re-marry and that they did.

. Now Tywin wasn’t the type of man to get peer pressured to marry again by anyone, even by the king, he was never going to re-marry just for the sake of marrying and he knew he would never love anyone more than he loved Joanna.

. A proud man Tywin was, the type of man who shifted his focus on to marrying off his own children rather than finding himself a new bride.

. The sneaky noblemen who paraded there scarcely legal daughters around Tywin thought that he’d fall for their beauty but those men where shunned and judged just enough by the widower so that the women in pretty frocks sent by their money hungry fathers came less and less.

. But alas, Westeros is a place of ever changing kingdoms, Kings and Queens coming and going, wars waging on, people hungry for power through any means necessary.

. So when it came out that Tywin Lannister, the cold hearted leader of the house of Lannister, was re-marrying it came to a shock to some and long time coming for others.

. That’s where you come in.

. There are many rumours about you, some good, others bad but let me tell you dear reader your name will go down in history.

. Now whilst it isn’t good to dwell on rumours there is one that stands out, one that you’ll never escape no matter what you do.

. You see before you were even born, rumours of whether or not you’re a true Lannister ran ramped.

. Some say your mother was already with child when she married Tywin, others say that such noble woman couldn’t even have known about sex for she was so pure of heart so she wouldn’t have been pregnant.

. Regardless, your mother and Tywin where married and you were on your way.

. It was a small wedding but one that showed power to the few that attended, it was a warning to anyone who would try fuck the Lannisters over not to, for Tywin didn’t marry your mother for love or an heir, he married her for an upper hand, for political power, for people to see he could take whatever he wanted even if that was your mother who was a mere lady, the daughter of a small lord who just so happened to own a lot of land.

. Tywin knew of the pregnancy rumours straight away; he was never a fool about the chatters of the maids and cooks who commented on his new wife’s growing belly, he saw the looks of the guards and the other noblemen, he had heard of your mother’s past lover and his deadly death.

. None of the Lannisters where ever close to your mother, she was merely a pawn in a big game of chess, a trophy wife who only the poor found to be pretty and the noble found too plain - rather your mother was more like a trophy left on a shelf to gather dust, useless to most.

. You brother Tyrion had told you once when you were little and sad about having no mother, for your mother passed away when you were just a toddler, that you mother did not care for the Lannisters either.

. He told you in hushed tones that she spent most of her time alone embroidering mythical scenes onto cloaks and staring out into space, your brother had told you that she has a wondering mind filled with what he assumed were thoughts of what could have been.

. Her kindness only stretched out to her handmaid, sometimes to Tyrion himself if the weather was right and of course to yourself.

. Her distance was noted by Tywin, maybe that’s why he always tried to be in your life as much as he could.

. He may have been a cold man but somehow he had a soft spot for his youngest daughter and knowing that he tried with you, even if it was all for nothing in the end, always made you a bit of a daddy’s girl.

. As soon as you were born the old man protected you like a lion with his cub.

. Honestly, he never cared if you were his or not, it was blatantly obvious to everyone if you were or not.

. Tywin had your mother’s land, he held her in his iron grip, she was nothing but she gave him so much that only death could take her away.

. So when she died when you were just a toddler you, bastard or not, you were left to the nannies and handmaids.

. When you were little, old enough to walk but young enough that your legs got tired easily, you followed your father and you siblings around like a lost puppy because the maids and nannies did not care for you and you were too young to be sat in one room all day without fidgeting and having a tantrum.

. In those times if people saw Tywin all stern and stoic walking down the corridor there would always be a little chubby you plodding along behind him in your little frilly dresses with a slightly worried guard behind you.

. Now I might have over exaggerated how much Tywin was around, for yes you did stick to him like glue, however had meetings and other lordly stuff to do.

. So yes, you were with the nannies most days but sometime your father would whisk you away.

. I was quite easy for the head Lannister to pick you up and take you away from your lessons so boring and long.

. Sometimes he’d tell you grand stories of past Lannisters. He never left out details of war but he focused on strategies and political things rather than tales of decapitations and impaling.

. Sometimes these stories shaped like fairy tales filled with real world knowledge came when you followed behind your father other times, on the rare occasion, he’d tell you bedtime stories.

. Tywin would also show you the creatures he’d hunted and killed teaching you how to gut and skin the animals.

. Now you might think showing a child a dead animal and teaching them how to skin them would be scary, and yes you were scared of it as a child, but that’s the thing Tywin was never an idiot so he planned it accordingly.

. Days before his hunt he had told you, you only six at the time, about a creature lurking in the woods killing men travelling and stealing their little daughters. None of the story was true but he wanted to plant the thought that the bear he was going to hunt was the bad guy, he wanted to justify to his sunshine daughter that killing the bear was justified.

. Things like that were fairly common, stories and tasks that where shown to teach you a lesson, to mould your brain into something Tywin would be proud of because he hadn’t do the best with his first three children.

. Each one of your three older siblings treated you differently.

. Jaime Lannister was, dare I say, awkward around you. He was well into his young adulthood when you were born, the age gap between siblings was way too big so he never really talked to you, he was never around you.

. Now it’s not like he hated you (unlike a certain twin of his) but you both were too different for the conversations to lead beyond small talk.

. You were, and still are, a plus size woman with wit and brain, a woman who stands tall and proud but has differing opinions to the Lannisters before her. Jaime was a knight and a man stuck in the web of his sister-lover’s lies.

. Still there was a respect between you both, he protected you like older brothers should and you liked the person he became when he untangled himself out his twin’s grasp even if it didn’t last that long.

. Speaking of a certain twin let’s just say you’ve never like your older sister.

. Well let me rephrase it; she’s always hated you so over the years your distaste for her has grown.

. When you were little and wobbly on your feet you’d look up to her tumbling blonde hair and sharp face and think she was truly a princess but her destain towards you the ‘bastard’ child made her mean and harsh.

. She’d poke at you for being plus size, commenting on what you were eating or even taking food away. Stuff that like would make you angry so you’ve grown and learnt not to take her shit.

. “Take this away, she does not need more food.” Cersei would say when a plate of food was placed in front of you.

That day it was only you, her and some other high born ladies eating lunch and because of her being older (literally she was an adult by then and you still a child) she thought she had the power to take away you food.

Now being used to her you took the plate right in front of Cersei’s face her meal filled with rich foods and expensive produce easily gobbling it down with a smirk.

. She’s also do that thing old sisters do when they insist to do your hair.

. Now if you had the same long straight glossy blonde hair that she had then maybe just maybe you’d let her do your hair more often but considering you hair was much different to hers you had dreaded when she wanted to do your hair.

. She’d brush until you hair got fizzy and dry, pull on your roots until it was painful and she'd clip so may heavy hairpieces in that you felt like you head was going to tumble off onto the floor.

. Now when you were older you flat out refused to let her on step near your hair but as a small four or five year old you could never run away from it.

. She did it on purpose, she liked seeing you hurt but she knew that flat out hurting you with her fists of a knife would get her in trouble.

. All her anger and hatred towards you never made you as angry as her, actually you pitied your older sister so much so that you marvel in the fact that you’d never be as miserable as she was in her life.

. (I'm not going to get started on your relationship with her children.)

. The only sibling you really liked was, and still is, Tyrion.

. Where do I start with Tyrion?

. You see Tyrion was already grown when you were born so there was never any real jealously towards you that he might have felt if he was younger and more angry.

. Yes, it still hurt him that his father loved a so called bastard more than him but his wise mind knew that he must protect you, stop you from becoming like his older siblings.

. He taught you many things, often people would find you both reading together.

. If you followed you father around like a little shadow when you were younger than in your teenage years you followed Tyrion around like one too.

. Just imagine it, a taller plush young woman maybe fourteen or fifteen in a full golden gown following behind the shorter gruffer Tyrion like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

. A curious mind you are and Tyrion finds that endearing.

. You’re one of the first people to stand up for him, and without any consequences considering Tywin’s deep love for you.

. People know not to speak ill of Tyrion in you presents for if they did then hellfire would rain down on them.

. You’re a Lannister after all, you might be kind and wise but there are stories of lords with sword scars and ladies who hardly spoke because they crossed you by speaking badly of Tyrion.

. Often you’re sat next to him as dining tables and royal events, if the man turned up to these types of things.

. You’ve learnt may more things from Tyrion, important things that has helped you survive when other Lannisters have died, unlike the stuff you’ve learnt from your tutors boring and simple.

. There was the normal ‘lady like’ lessons taught to you by tutors like sewing, knitting, music and a number of manner lessons but you were also taught politics and writing, mathematics and the sciences, along with how to ride a horse and handle (and hide) a knife.

. There’s no denying that you are a true Lannister by the way you are; you’re a woman who stands proud but are still secretive, with long flowing dresses rich and almost Queen like that flattered you plush body. With the power to change things with just one pointed look and the wit to not die.

. You survived to see the crowning of Barn Stark, you survived and aren’t hated, actually quite the opposite you are loved.

. Though there are more tales to tell of you (Y/n) Lannister those are for another time.

[bomberqueen17]

everything is ads

i was just complaining about this on a discord i’m a member of. (discord is. sigh. what is it. well it’s not the public internet. it’s not a substitute for social media. but it’s something. the incalculable harm done to fannish community by having so much of the active discussion now silo’d in these private, unsearchable servers is hard to state, but it’s a necessary retreat given that all the platforms keep proving themselves to be garbage. A N Y W A Y i had a thing i was gonna say.)

You are interested in an art form, or hobby. so you look it up on the internet. you find a creator who does the thing you like, and you follow them, probably on instagram currently. Their instagram has frequent posts about their art, which is great. Sometimes you can learn some techniques from them. But then they want to sell you courses in how to learn it. Of course they need to monetize, but it’s a bit off-putting; you just want to do this for a hobby, and want to learn how, and to have to pay to take a course in it is sort of beyond your means for this kind of thing.

And then like... half the posts are unboxings.They bought art supplies, which they are going to review for you. Here’s a haul video, which isn’t really even a review so much as it is just showing off each of these products. As they put them away, you can see that their storage is stuffed full of more and more unused stuff from all the previous haul videos and unboxings. Where are they putting all this? When are they using it? How much money are they spending on it?? Yes there’s an affiliate code if you want to buy one too, there’s a discount if you use it. Help a creator out. Support a small business!

I’m happy to support small businesses and I do like supporting independent creators but uh like... that’s... you wind up so inured to this constant buying of new stuff, and yes you can get a lil dopamine hit from shopping but my god, no. No. It is not harmless and it is not innocuous, when you are being constantly bombarded with this normalization of constant consumption.

(I have a fraught relationship with buying things. My ADHD Or Whatever It Is really likes the shiny new, but I have been broke most of my life, and my inability to do math makes me alternately over-conservative and reckless with money. I have had years where I spent almost everything I earned on frivolous bullshit. i have had years where I spent nothing that wasn’t on food or gasoline, and wore clothes with holes in them that didn’t fit and just made do and just lived smaller and smaller. This is a constant, ongoing problem, and watching a creator I admire unbox her new purchases of random shit literally twice a week does not help me untangle it, and that’s just one of the people I follow, seriously how does this person have the money to just keep buying more stuff.)

I know that the underlying problem is capitalism, specifically the current hyperconcentrated strain of it we have that means that the middle class basically doesn’t exist. When I was growing up, an author could make a reasonable career in the mid-list, putting out a book every year or two and living off the advance on the next one while the previous one earned out, and after a couple decades you could retire on the residuals. But by the time I was old enough to pursue a career, that line of work was dead; now you’re either a superstar or you’re grinding out two or more novels a year to make poverty wages if you’re lucky, and doing all of your own marketing too on top of it. Every industry has gone that route; anything remotely creative, there’s now no outlet for except hustling as a Content Creator on the Internet. You gotta have a little Etsy or a shopify, you gotta have a Patreon and make that worthwhile somehow. instagram wants a reel every day, you gotta game that algorithm for exposure, teach yourself video marketing on top of whatever it is you actually like. You can’t just work your undemanding civil service job and make extremely detailed tutorial pages in your evenings and weekends because you don’t have evenings and weekends anymore and every hobby has to become a slave to the grind.

So I’m not mad at the creators, I’m not mad at the people forced to hustle. I’m just so tired. The solution has to be systemic; yelling at the content creators isn’t going to fix anything. We need higher wages, we need better labor protections-- I know that’s unsexy and not a good slogan for anything but believe me, that is the bottom line here.

IDK I don’t have a punchline. I guess I want to gently encourage y’all to practice non-consumption as self-care. Be aware of that side effect of constantly being bombarded with ads, where you just sort of absorb this feeling that it’s normal to constantly be buying things.

I’m not saying don’t click on your little indie creators’ ads. I’m just saying remember that everything is ads. [Just this week I bought deodorant from an Instagram ad because the girl selling it was hot, I am not immune. I know fine well what I did. Listen I needed more deodorant anyway and I don’t find very many people hot so it was notable.]

And, bringing it around to be immediately topical, when we say don’t interact with corporate accounts here on Tumblr, we mean corporate. Don’t hate the tiny hustlers. This is maybe the only platform where they can still have any kind of meaningful reach. All the others have realized that you can make businesses pay to not be hidden, and if they don’t ransom themselves, you can hide them from their friends and customers, but Tumblr hasn’t hit that yet. That’s the real origin of the Instafluencer-- the actual brands’ ability to market directly is limited, so they have to find people to shill for them.

You can block ads. But when your favorite creator is shilling, you can’t block that without losing the parts you like too. it’s so fucking insidious.

[frankenjoly]

Hi! Care for some requests? :3

"Haven't you seen enough blood for one night?" + Yosano & any other character of your choice

"Why is your house so big?" + Mushitarô & Poe

yosano & kyôka + “haven’t you seen enough blood for one night?”

“Haven’t you seen enough blood for one night?” Yosano asked when the girl didn’t leave. Quite the opposite, since Kyôka had only not moved but also seemed very adamant in offering more help. “I can handle this myself, don’t worry.”

“Haven’t you too, Yosano-sensei?” Was the answer she got, and Kyôka’s default serious tone didn’t hide some concern behind it.

“Honestly? Good point, you’re right.” She replied back, handing Kyôka a pair of latex gloves; they were going to be a bit big on her, but Akiko couldn’t offer much more. In fact, when all of that was over, one of the first things in her list was a very necessary run to restock supplies. Sooner than that, even, in the case everything didn’t last till then. “We only have to finish clean-up and such, but I’d put them on anyway just in case.” After all, the operation table had been receiving three different people, and despite how Yosano had wiped everything out in-between each, one could never be too cautious. 

Sure, infections weren’t a problem when she could simply use her ability, but it was better to take precautions first.

“Alright.” Kyôka simply said, doing as she had been suggested. “And I think we should eat when we finish.” Such a comment didn’t surprise Akiko; in a line of work like theirs, one ended up being used to the sight of blood and injuries enough not to interfere with their appetite. Less people like her and Kyôka, with the background they carried.

“Cool, what do you want?” Options there weren’t exactly unlimited, but there still were some available choices, so…

“I wouldn’t mind a burger.” The girl said, and Yosano smiled.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

mushitarô & poe + “why is your house so big?”

“Holy– wow…” That might have been Mushitarô’s first moment of awe, just right upon entering the place, but wouldn’t be his last. “Damn, Poe-kun, why is your house so big?”

“Oh, I was lucky.” Poe simply said, closing the door after getting inside too and slightly crouching to let Karl drop to the floor more easily. “Well, lucky to find it, you know money isn’t a problem for me.” Yes, he was incredibly aware of that, something which would never stop making him jealous… nor he had any problem in expressing it either but quite the opposite; Mushitarô did it on the regular and that time wasn’t going to be an exception.

“Listen, I’ve never been short on money, but I’m not kidding when I say you’re living my dream either.”

Poe stared at him for a brief second, then looked down and focused on taking off his jacket with maybe too much concentration. Was that last iteration one too many, maybe? He would deny being nervous if asked, but hell if second thoughts weren’t catching up to him right then.

“You know you can come over anytime, right? And stay as much as you want too, I have more than enough spare rooms.” Oh.

So Poe wasn’t bothered in the slightest, then.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to take more advantage of your hospitality than it’s polite, you know.” But Mushitarô also wouldn’t say no to the writer’s offer either, of course minding his manners to be a good guest. He may have not many qualms in acting spoiled, but using up the Rats’ resources was vastly different from screwing over a friend.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Poe added, finishing up with his jacket and placing it on a nearby hanger. “Also, Ranpo-kun also comes by whenever, so I’m used to having visits now.”

“I mean, he definitely takes more advantage of your hospitality than it’s polite.”

“No, seriously. It’s fine.” Upon hearing that, Mushitarô’s first thought was commenting on how Poe was too lenient with Ranpo. But discarded it for a very simple reason: he complained, sure, but was becoming a bit like that too.

(Also on ao3.)

[ms-m-astrologer]

Transiting Venus enters Libra

Wednesday, November 8 - Monday, December 4

The good news is, Venus rules Libra, and she’s very happy to be home for a while. The bad news is, she’ll have a lot of challenges. Style over substance, “going along to get along” and refusing to take a stand when it’s necessary, being manipulative - things like that. And the hopeful news is that, if we can remember and adhere to Libra’s higher ground, we can spend this time making real progress.

How this could manifest in Venus’ various areas:

Art - as any music lover will tell you, “popular” doesn’t necessarily equate to “good.” If it did? As an example, Bruce Springsteen has never had a #1 hit song in the US - granted, he was competing against Prince in 1984, but what about the rest of the years?

Beauty - I remember reading a review of “Prizzi’s Honor” which described it as a conflict between “pretty” (Kathleen Turner) and “beautiful” (Angelica Huston). If we tend toward pretty, we’re missing out on depth of character.

Love - seeking personal validation through having a particular spouse (like wanting to date the most popular kid in high school), rather than a true partner. And then doing whatever it takes to acquire that “validating” spouse.

Money - blowing it all on makeup and disposable fashion. Or, we buy something because it’s impressive and not because it has any particular meaning for us.

These are the non-lunar aspects Venus will make. Give them a day or so on either side.

Wednesday, November 8 - Venus/Libra inconjunct Saturn/Pisces, 0°31’. Right off the bat, we have a difficult adjustment to make. Remember that Saturn is exalted in Libra - we’re being asked about our standards of justice and fairness.

Monday, November 13 - Venus/Libra (6°03’) sesquiquad Uranus Rx/Taurus (21°03’). Frustrations; “all that glisters is not gold” springs to mind.

Tuesday, November 14 - Venus/Libra square Vesta Rx/Cancer, 7°00’. We may turn ourselves off, sexually, if we think it will get us something we want.

Wednesday, November 15 - Venus/Libra inconjunct Jupiter Rx/Taurus, 8°45’. More “all that glisters;” with perhaps a little of “your eyes were bigger than your stomach.” Taking on toi much, or realizing it’s a much bigger and more difficult task than we anticipated.

Friday, November 17 - Venus/Libra (10°06’) semi-square Mars/Scorpio (25°06’). People in sexual relationships may feel this especially acutely. One partner may (as with the Vesta square) “turn off” or, conversely, be more demanding.

A “two-fer” with minor aspects from Lady Asteroids, on Sunday, November 19:

Venus/Libra semi-sextile Juno/Virgo, 12°11’

Venus/Libra (12°40’) semi-square Ceres/Scorpio (27°40’)

We’re trying to coordinate between demands of our partners (Juno) and our families (Ceres).

Another two-fer on Wednesday, November 22:

Venus/Libra (15°48’) sesquiquad Saturn/Pisces (0°48’)

Venus/Libra oppose Chiron Rx/Aries, 15°58’

These are rather more serious than what we’ve experiences so far - as are the remaining aspects. Even if we’ve been as tactful and graceful as we can manage, it isn’t enough. It’s important to really listen to what other people have to say. They get to have free will, too.

Sunday, November 26 - Venus/Libra inconjunct Uranus Rx/Taurus, 20°32’. A difficult adjustment. If we overindulged, it’s coming back to bite us in the butt.

Tuesday, November 27 - Venus/Libra opposite North Node/Aries, conjunct South Node/Libra, 22°39’. An opportunity to examine (at least) those Libra ways we mess ourselves up.

Wednesday, November 28 - Venus/Libra opposite Eris Rx/Aries, 24°19’. What did I say? Other people get to have free will, too. And if the shoe is on the other foot, and we find we’ve been manipulated, this is the day we could fight back.

Thursday, November 29 - Venus/Libra inconjunct Neptune Rx/Pisces, 24°54’. Taking those rose-colored glasses off, or having them removed for us.

Sunday, December 3 - Venus/Libra square Pluto/Capricorn, 28°33’. We’re aware that we haven’t done Venus or Libra very well (not just this transit, but in our past). We’ve seen that our past machinations were unfair - that our cowardice and complacency haven’t served us well - so, either we resolve to fix it during Venus’ imminent trip through Scorpio; or in Steven Forrest’s words, “we fail to look at ourselves; we imagine the issue to have its sole origin in the other person’s intransigence.”

Painful, I know. The higher Libra traits include justice and fairness; valuing other people; tact and diplomacy. We just need to be more consistent about expressing them - and we need to use them to reach out for the higher Aries traits, as represented by the North Node.

[yandere-fics]

Miriel Stonewood

♡ “Baaabe, can we please get out of here nowwww? Just forgive me already. That way we can go home and cuddle!″ ♡

She’s a more manipulative of a yandere. She will whine and cry and beg for hours until you tell her that you also love her. She’s quick to forgive as long as you pay her attention for a few hours, no matter how bad your ‘crime’ was. She’s a wee bit delusional like that.

♡ “You already know my name silly! Miriel Stonewood. We have a small small village so last names aren’t really necessary, we just take the last name of our village, but if you insist then I’ll take your last name when we wed.” ♡

Elf babies age slowly so people rarely have children because no one wants to be stuck raising a child for a century or so.

♡ “How old am I? Elves age different babe, so I’m 123 which I suppose in your age would equate to 20 years old. Don’t worry though babe! I won’t outlive you or anything like that if you were worried!” ♡

Normally elves are allowed to venture out off their village when they turn 150 but she was let out early because she’s the daughter of what is practically their king. If she was more mature one day she’d be queen. So basically she’s a nepo baby.

♡ “Aww are you jealous of that guy baby, don’t worry I only like women darling, especially you!” ♡

She’s a lesbian, as long as you’re a girl she’ll love you. Trans girls, chubby girls, etc.

♡ “Does my job really matter as long as I have enough money to take care of you? I’m starting to become tired of all these questions, can’t we discuss more pleasant things my love? I really don’t want to get upset with you and I don’t think you want that either.” ♡

She’s technically a envoy for her village. She works for The Bosses company and works to help elves get settled in the city and help them claim their love. Her village isn’t directly accessible unless invited in so they need someone to go back and forth between the two.

♡ “What do I like? You, babe! What else would I possibly be interested in, you’re my soulmate, baby. Beyond that I suppose it’s a bit funny how mortals are so gullible sometimes.” ♡

She’s very dull honestly. She likes you alot and she likes drawing blood when she punches someone. If she doesn’t draw blood during the fight then she’ll just have to punch them again.

♡ “I do hate one thing, I hate how my job takes me away from you! It’s really unfair, The Boss must not have their own soulmate cause they don’t know how hard it is to be separated from theirs.” ♡

She dislikes how you haven’t submitted and fully become hers yet because that means she can’t drag you back to her village yet.

♡ “Uhm well I guess if I had to name an ability, it would be how good I am at loving you but that’s to be expected darling.” ♡

She’s above average with a knife but beyond that she can’t do much in direct combat other than punch hard and pull at your hair. She can do damage with a bow and arrow though if she remembers to use the special poison for arrows that her parents gave her. It was super expensive but she always forgets.

♡ “Just remember that I love you so much babe, I’m so glad you’re mine.” ♡

[warmfaerie]

onedari daisakusen ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

꒰ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 ꒱

you have it all, pretty much!

this subliminal includes my most loved video, "money faerie", as well as "financial freedom".

i included "amulet" for good luck, my self-concept audio, the princess treatment one, as well as "the law is perfect", to make sure you really have no doubts at all!

i also included a booster for instant and only desired results, which is looped many times, in order to saturate the mind.

the song choice isn’t random either. i suggest looking the lyrics up ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

꒰ 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ꒱

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 🩰

every aspect of my life is perfect and it will be persistently and permanently perfect.

regardless of futile things like logic, time, obstacles, rejection, third parties, circumstances, anything i desire, already belongs to me.

no matter what, my wishes always get fulfilled.

for that reason, my peace of mind is utterly, absolutely undisturbed. my faith in the law of assumption is so strong, nothing and nobody can manipulate my emotional state.

if my current reality shows me something that doesn’t match imagination, i simply ignore it and go about my day. i keep my head up high, my thoughts positive. i keep living in the state of the wish fulfilled, because i know that circumstances are irrelevant, and can and will be manipulated in order for my wishes to materialize.

no matter what, the law being perfect as it is, my desires have no choice but to materialize in my current reality. they will manifest in the craziest, most unexpected ways if they have to, but they will.

i know for a fact that this reality is nothing but a defective mirror. 

if the mirror shows me something i dislike, i simply ignore it, i know the mirror is broken.

even when i have negative thoughts or experience negative emotions, my desires still manifest, because i was put on this earth to thrive and that’s precisely what’s going to happen.

i am completely detached from anything in this reality that does not serve the real me.

i am strong enough to say no to the things that do not serve me, to not accept a reality i did not ask for.

it doesn’t matter how difficult it gets, i will persist, even thought it won’t be difficult in the slightest. you know what? it will be fun, actually. fun, wholesome, light, warm.

i accept only the reality that i envisioned for myself and nothing more, and i do it because i know i’m worth an entire universe, and that i’m deserving of all the goodness and kindness that this world has to offer.

due to my discipline in utilizing the law, my current reality is quickly adjusted and manipulated to serve me.

movement or the lack of movement mean nothing. i live in the end.

no desire is big or small. no desire belongs on a pedestal.

you wanna know who belongs on a pedestal? i do. 

not the money, not the person i desire, none of that is too big, nor too small, and none of those things are out of reach, and i will not chase any of it, it will chase me, because i am the prize. 

i’m on the pedestal.

i love and respect myself with such strength.

i know what i deserve and i refuse to settle, to manifest only things that are deemed as possible or achievable.

i can get anything i want. anything. and i will.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 🩰

go ahead, my love, check your bank account. stop being silly! why are you so anxious? see? you have an absurd amount of money.

this is what your life is going to be like from now on. you are now financially free.

it’s okay, don’t feel guilty. you can use your wealth in a noble way, like, for example, by donating to charities, making sure your family, pets and loved ones have everything they need, and, of course, you deserve to spoil yourself as well!

you can now afford your own apartment and make it all pretty.

you can forget about working, because that’s no longer necessary.

you can dedicate yourself to your interests and passions.

you can take proper care of yourself, you now have the time to cook healthy meals, to move your body, to rest properly, and you can afford things like going to therapy, the dentist or getting a massage.

you can get your nails done, make them look really pretty, with lots of pastel colors, ribbons, charms.

you can finally build your dream wardrobe and book collection.

isn’t that wonderful, that you can have anything you want, now?

don’t feel guilty, you deserve to be financially stable. you deserve this life, okay? you can’t fix every problem in the world, but you can be of help financially now. you can make sure your family doesn’t work a day in their life anymore, either.

you can travel! you can visit lovely cafes, museus, libraries, go to the ballet.

the possibilities are endless.

enjoy your new life, sweet pea. seriously, you deserve it.

where did all this money came or is coming from? absolutely irrelevant!

logic doesn’t apply to manifestation and how things unfold isn’t something you need to worry about. just know that things unfolded in the most perfect way possible. it will all make perfect sense soon, okay?

for now, all you have to do is relax and know that everything is already taken care of.

the wealth already belongs in your life. you already have all of that money. creation is finished. you don’t have to wait any longer, because your wish has already been fulfilled and has materialized in your physical reality.

now, go have fun! life will be a party from now on.

you deserve this. this wealth. this freedom. this joy. 

you were destined to this life.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 🩰

♡ i’m extremely wealthy

♡ i have financial freedom

♡ i’m financially stable

♡ i can afford anything i want

♡ i’m constantly being spoiled with gifts and money

♡ where is all this money even coming from?

♡ i don’t even know what to do with all this money

♡ i’m so thankful for being financially stable

♡ it’s such a relief to not have to worry about money

♡ i never had to worry about money growing up, i don’t have to worry about money currently and i never will

♡ i’m so happy because i can treat myself and others without having to look at price tags

♡ i’m so lucky

♡ i’m so spoiled

♡ i’m so comfortable

♡ i’m so relaxed

♡ i’m grateful for my wealth

♡ possessing all this money doesn’t make me selfish or irresponsible

♡ i love helping others

♡ i’m extremely responsible with my finances even though there’s no need to because money literally reproduces in my bank account

♡ checking my bank account doesn’t make me anxious or sad, it makes me feel calm, secure and happy

♡ i can’t wait to treat myself today

♡ i can’t wait to treat myself tomorrow

♡ i love going shopping and ordering things online

♡ i’m a spoiled little princess

♡ it’s perfectly normal to me to have an absurd amount of money

♡ i love money but it loves me so much more

♡ it’s like money is begging to be in my wallet and my bank account

♡ why is money so obsessed with me?

♡ i’m making money in my sleep

♡ i don’t need to work to survive

♡ i’m thriving

♡ i don’t feel guilty for having money

♡ i was put on this earth to thrive

♡ being wealthy is my birthright

♡ i’m thankful for being able to afford anything i want

♡ i don’t associate money with feelings of guilt, scarcity or anxiety

♡ money isn’t a bad thing

♡ money is a blessing

♡ being wealthy allows me to take proper care of my health, to go to therapy, it allows me to travel, to buy all the things my heart desires, books, clothes, makeup, beauty products, videogames, it allows me to study for pleasure, to invest in my hobbies, it brings me comfort. not having to worry about finances reduces stress dramatically and prevents a lot of arguments. rich people are happier, i deserve this too, so i accept money as the blessing that it is and i welcome money into my life

♡ i’m open to receiving money

♡ regardless of time, logic and my current circumstances, i am now a wealthy person, i don’t have to wait any longer. the “how” is none of my concern. i am wealthy right in this moment. period.

♡ every each of my loved ones are financially free, healthy, happy and safe from harm

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑡 🩰

♡ i’m the luckiest person on earth

♡ i always have the best outcome for every situation

♡ everything always works out in my favor

♡ everything always works out for me

♡ i never have to worry about a thing

♡ everything that happens, happens for me, for my benefit

♡ everything always goes the way i want it to

♡ i know i can relax because luck is always on my side

♡ all my worries are dissolving right in this moment, all the fear and anxiety are leaving my body right now

♡ i’m going to do great

♡ i’m going to do a great job

♡ i’m always at my best

♡ it’s factually impossible for me to fail

♡ it’s objectively true that everything always goes my way

♡ i’m completely and objectively immune to bad luck

♡ isn’t it wonderful to know that i can just sit back and relax? that i don’t have to lift a finger to get what i want? that i have nothing to worry about, ever?

♡ i’m constantly attracting amazing things into my life

♡ i’m constantly receiving good news

♡ i am about to receive the most amazing news

♡ i just received the most amazing news

♡ i did wonderfully

♡ whatever it is, i know for a fact that i will nail it

♡ i nailed it

♡ luck is always on my side

♡ i have literal miracles happening to me left and right

♡ even when i’m nervous or think i did poorly, i’m surprised to find out that i actually did spectacularly well

♡ people are constantly mentioning how lucky i am

♡ people literally say they want to be around me because good things always happen to them when we’re together, it’s like i’m their lucky charm

♡ i am a walking good luck amulet

♡ i’m always at the right place at the right time

♡ i always receive the best opportunities

♡ how is it even possible for me to be this fortunate?

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 🩰

♡ i’m a princess, an angel, a little doll, a fairy, the cutest of them all, the sweetest, most beautiful, kindest of them all.

♡ everywhere i go, i get treated like royalty.

♡ i’m constantly being showered with compliments, gifts and money.

♡ i’m constantly being spoiled.

♡ i always get what i want.

♡ this is my reality and, in my reality, everything happens exactly as i want it to.

♡ this is my reality and, in my reality, everyone loves and cherishes me, in my reality, everyone wants to spoil and baby me all the time.

♡ i receive copious amounts of money on a daily basis.

♡ i get paid for being cute, by simply existing as the cute little doll, the fairy princess that i am.

♡ every time i have a crush on someone, they always fall for me too, because i’m just too cute, i’m cute as a button, it’s objectively impossible to resist someone like me.

♡ when i’m dating someone, they always offer to pay for our dates, even though they don’t have to, because i have my own money and i can assure you i have a lot of it. they spoil me rotten with presents, they send me long paragraphs expressing their affection towards me, they’re creative and consistent with compliments, they’re touchy, sweet and romantic, they take me to the prettiest places… the whole package.

♡ i’m extremely fortunate.

♡ i’m just too cute, no one can resist me, everyone wants to give me the entire universe.

♡ my beauty is truly one of a kind, i make the hardest of hearts melt into a pink puddle of love, i can make anyone fall at my feet. i’m elegant, beautiful, intelligent, cute, funny, interesting. i always smell decadent. i’m not only desired, but purely and truthfully and beautifully loved, too. i objectively and factually have no flaws. i’m the definition of perfect.

♡ i’m completely and utterly adored and cherished by legitimately anyone i know.

♡ there’s not one single person on this earth that dislikes me.

♡ i have a wardrobe of a princess, all pastel colors, dresses, skirts, blouses, babydoll tops, empire waist tops, pleated skirts, lace, ruffles, pointelle, ribbons, velvet, dainty florals, all the girly japanese clothing i desire, all the brandy melville items i desire. i have satin hangers in pastel colors and a walk-in closet with velvet pastel pink stools and an ornamented shabby chic style full body mirror.

♡ i have a bedroom fit for a fairy princess like me. i have a king size bed with a velvet pastel pink headboard. i have the prettiest, most coquette bedding. floral quilts, satin sheets and pillowcases, floral sheets, and, of course, pastels, tons of pastels! i have a vanity decorated with all my favorite products and girly trinkets. i have a reading corner with a velvet pastel pink armchair that perfectly matches the rest of the decor and a shelf filled with all my favorite books and the ones i’m still yet to read. i have a pretty ornamented bedside table and a full body mirror that perfectly matches the rest of the space. i have lace curtains and a pretty shabby chic rug decorated with rose motifs. everything is fit for a princess, everything is lovely, feminine, cozy and there’s pastel pink everywhere. i have yankee candles and dried roses that i use as decor. i have the cutest stuffed animals and the most adorable cherished teddies, precious moments and sylvanian families dolls. i also have dolls, of course, i love dolls, and vintage barbie dolls.

♡ i invented elegance. i have excellent manners, my handwriting is pretty and easy to read, i read often, i speak eloquently and always know what to say. i behave properly and adequately as a princess would at all times.

♡ people love, cherish, adore, respect, desire me. i simply do not struggle. everything i want, i get, everyone i want, i get. the world is my oyster.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 🩰

♡ my beauty is truly one of a kind! you can tell god really took its time when creating me, like i’m pretty sure i’m god’s favorite child! 

♡ i’m alluring, magnetic, ethereal, dreamy. i look like a fairy princess, a porcelain doll, a magical creature, just completely and utterly out of this world! 

♡ i’m not just your average pretty. i’m the kind of pretty that has even the hardest, coldest of hearts melt into a puddle of pink honey over the mere sight of me. 

♡ i’m not only desired, but i am truthfully and purely loved. 

♡ i belong on a pedestal. i deserve to be showered with compliments, presents and money at all times, simply for being this cute. i’m so lovely i should get a monthly check for it. it’s objectively and factually true that’s it’s a privilege to be in my company. 

♡ god, even i am dumbfounded by my own magnetism! how can someone be this lovely, this warm, this inviting, this beautiful, this seductive? 

♡ i’m the perfect combination of cute and sensual. innocent looking, but i know my worth. 

♡ i owe myself pure adoration, respect, love, i owe it to myself to give myself the entire universe! i would never settle for less. 

♡ i’m delicious. i smell heavenly, decadent. when people pass me by, they feel my mouthwatering scent and legitimately want to bite a chunk out of me! they want to eat me! 

♡ everything about me is absolutely precious. it’s not just looks. i’m so much more than that! i’m intelligent, funny, humble, kind, empathetic, understanding… i am an amazing person! people feel warm, cozy and safe when they’re in my presence. they instantly feel a connection, like we’ve known each other in another life. they instantly want to tell me all their secrets, because they automatically view me as a safe haven, which i know for a fact that i am. i have a kind, warm and pure heart, and i love being of help to others. 

♡ it’s quite literally impossible to not fall for me! i can assure you this one thing, as soon as i start crushing on someone, they already belong to me. they’re already daydreaming about me, playing cheesy, romantic scenarios in their heads, imagining us kissing, cuddling, texting, all the cute stuff! i’m just so lovely, who wouldn’t want to be with me? who wouldn’t want to be my romantic partner? honestly, let’s be real here, i’m the whole package! 

♡ i’m extremely fortunate, too, in every way! i am constantly being showered with money, i’m constantly receiving good news, being presented with one of a lifetime opportunities, the compliments, the love confessions, it doesn’t stop! i’m really that girl! 

♡ i’m pretty and cute like a kpop idol. i’m absolutely adorable. 

♡ i have the cutest, squishiest mochi cheeks. 

♡ the prettiest, most boopable nose. 

♡ the poutiest, softest, most kissable, rosebud lips. 

♡ the warmest, most perfect smile. my teeth are clean, white, perfectly aligned, and i’m free of any oral health concerns, like stains or cavities. my tongue is pink, pretty, healthy and tastes so, so yummy, like sweet strawberries and fresh mint! my breath smells lovely too at all times, even upon waking up. my gums are strong and healthy and never bleed. i have the perfect oral hygiene, too.

♡ i’m someone who knows how to take proper care of herself! a sweet, pretty girl like me never neglects her hygiene! i’m always clean, fresh and smell lovely. i swear i could run a marathon and not one single drop of sweat would fall off me and i would still smell like a candy shop!

♡ i have long, healthy, glossy, fluffy, doll-like hair. i have a clean, fluffy scalp, free of any skin or hair concerns like dandruff or eczema, and both my scalp and my hair smell divine, like vanilla, coconut, coffee, honey, shea butter, strawberries, just the sweetest, most edible things you could possibly imagine!

♡ i have enormous, sparkly eyes, like a sweet little doll, like an anime girl. 

♡ my face is tiny and cute and round, with crystal clear skin. it looks like i’ve been photoshopped! i purely and simply have no flaws! 

♡ my body is absolutely perfect. i have perfect skin from head to toes and the skin on my body is no exception. the skin on my body smells delicious and is soft as a rose petal, as well as being crystal clear. i have a cute, petite body, with small and perky boobs and booty, a flat tummy, slim, elegant limbs, and small and cute hands and feet. my nails are always taken care of, both on my hands and feet. my hands are soft and hydrated and so are my cute, tiny feet.

♡ i have a wardrobe filled with the sweetest, most feminine things, all frills and pastel colors, which quite literally makes me look like a wedding cake, so pretty and edible! 

♡ i’m pretty, elegant, kind, talented and hardworking, on the same level as wonyoung. you couldn’t take your eyes off me if you tried! i know i stand out. i know i’m the best at everything i do. i know i eat it up every time, whatever it may be, so i simply do not worry at all! 

♡ my bank account is overflowing with money, my heart swelling with joy, my home filled with love, my mind filled with beauty and positivity, my wardrobe filled with clothes fit for a doll, my fridge and pantry filled with delicious, healthy food. 

♡ i move my body out of love and respect for myself and my health. i love to take care of myself, because i know i owe it to myself to be the best version of myself i can be, and i know i owe myself the utmost kindness, too. 

♡ i have healthy habits and hobbies, like reading, ballet, playing the piano, pilates, crocheting, going on hot girl walks, spending quality time with my loved ones and my pets, journaling, and the like. 

♡ i don’t care for my phone much, the real world is far too exciting for me to seek empty connections and a false sensation of comfort online. i am present fully and enjoying my life to the best. 

♡ i have excellent sleeping habits, too. as soon as i lay i bed, i fall asleep in a matter of seconds, have the most wonderful, relaxing dreams, and wake up feeling refreshed, ready to face a new day. i go to bed feeling calm and at ease, because i know that i am a strong person whose emotional state cannot be manipulated that easily, and wake up feeling exciting for what’s to come. 

♡ i look forward to the future, too, because even though i don’t know what resides in it, i know for a fact it will be incredible. 

♡ i’m extremely neat and organized. 

♡ i’m an inspiration to many, people admire my authenticity and look up to me, but i have no haters at all, there’s no jealously, no ill intentions at all from anyone, and how wonderful is that?

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 🩰

i get results instantly and only the ones which i desire.

꒰ 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 ꒱

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[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: not much, just sexy talk and some masturbation

Sorry about the long wait and then this chapter being super short. I'll try to get the next one out sooner I promise.

=Chapter 4: Pyrrha

This was certainly not how Pyrrha Nikos saw this training session going. 

“O-oh,” Yang said in an awkward tone of voice as she turned to look at the judgmental expression of Weiss Schnee. They all felt more than a little uncomfortable being caught in the act, but did it have to be one of the few people they had gotten into an argument with since beginning their journey to slutdom? “H-hey! Fancy meeting you here!”

“Don’t stop on my account.” The white-haired bombshell had a towel wrapped around her curvy frame and a caddy similar to Nora’s in her hand, though at present her attention had completely shifted away from her own bathing ritual. “Unless you already climaxed - which it seems like you might have.”

“Yep!” Thunder Thighs volunteered immediately, sounding as if Winter had merely asked if she finished what book she was reading lately. “They were all wound up and it got me wound up, and, well, ya know.”

“None of my business, I suppose. I’ll come back another time.”

Breaking away from the other three, Pyrrha groaned at the shifting of their organs as she managed to keep from stumbling. “No, no, don’t be silly! Our lewdness shouldn’t prevent you from getting ready to dance. We will, um… we’ll go back to showering, and stop bothering you.”

“I meant it when I said it’s none of my business; you have every right to do what you want to do, even if this may not have been the best place to do it.” Rolling her eyes, she moved toward one of the nearest shower stalls. “I’m guessing you’ll be the next to fall victim to Salem’s extracurricular opportunity.”

“Psh,” Thunder Thighs announced as she paced back over to her own shower. Now that they all climaxed and Pyrrha had pulled away, she had no reason to linger. “Come on, I’m not that desperate for money! Plus, I only do this with people I like.”

“Hmm, a likely story. You’ve scarcely met those three and you ‘like’ them enough to do that?”

“Yeah! I mean, all we did was a little thigh-action!”

“Wait, wait,” Yang interrupted as Blake pulled away. Pyrrha thought she could have imagined it, but the raven-haired girl looked sad to have to part from her best friend. “What the hell are you two talkin’ about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nora chuckled as she washed up all over again, now that it had become necessary.

“That didn’t sound like ‘nothing’. It sounded like a way to make some cash - which is why we’re all here.”

Winter sighed as she took off her towel and hung it on a peg nearby. Pyrrha couldn’t help glancing along her body; her curves were flawless, and there was clearly some muscle tone beneath the soft, plump areas. She just barely caught a glimpse of a decently-sized endowment - before she tore her eyes away, deciding this was a good time to start washing up herself.

“I was joking. The three of you are new, and young; you don’t have any business pursuing that kind of ‘business opportunity’.”

For a moment, Yang just scoffed and looked offended. But it was Blake who spoke up: “Are you talking about… whoring? Is there actual illegal whoring going on in this-”

“Shhh!” both Winter and Nora hissed. It was the latter who said, “You wanna get us all fired? I mean, Salem is this whole club; you get her nabbed by the fuzz, none of us will be working here anymore, that’s for sure!”

“That isn’t entirely true,” Winter admitted begrudgingly as she began to soap up. “But not technically false, either. I’d say it behooves you not to mention this to anyone. Glynda and Tiger Queen turn a blind eye to Salem’s side business, and try not to find out any more than they already know; in fact, I’d be unsurprised to find out Glynda actually doesn’t know anything. They might be able to keep this club going even if Salem got herself arrested, but we would still be out of work for weeks while the investigation was conducted. Just… don’t call undue attention and our positions are secure.”

“Our positions as facilitators of a brothel?” Blake asked baldly. “That doesn’t sound very poggers, Miss Schnee. I mean, sex work shouldn’t be as stigmatized as it is, or illegal, but for now it very much is. Besides, how do we know she’s not running some kind of human trafficking ring out of this place?”

“As I said, that’s up to you and how much you want to have a high-paying job. Ordinarily, I would say exposing a potential slave trade would be worth destroying this entire place… but I have seen no evidence of anything like that. No unknown girls come in, no known girls vanish. It’s just good old-fashioned prostitution.”

“Oh, is it?”

Though all of them were surprised and turned to look at the new voice, none of them were nearly as shocked and dismayed as Winter to see it was her younger sister standing in the doorway. Weiss was fully clothed, and clearly ready to leave, but didn’t seem to have abandoned the locker room just yet.

“Weiss!” Winter hissed, glancing around at the others. “What… why are you here?”

“I work here now. Remember?” Glancing over at the others, she shrugged and looked her sister in the eyes. “Go on - you were just telling us about yet another valuable employment opportunity in which we spread our legs for some creepy old pervs? Or are we spreading their legs?”

While curling her lip in very clear annoyance at the way her little sister was handling this, she growled, “Sometimes one, sometimes the other. Sometimes both. But as I said, I don’t think-”

“Oh, why don’t we sign up? That sounds so fun! We’ll braid each other’s hair, pick out each other’s condoms - oh! And drive each other to the clinic when we all get the clap!”

“Weiss, you are being childish, as usual,” Winter sighed with a roll of her eyes.

“How am I the childish one when I’m being more responsible than-”

“Let’s do it!” 

Most of them looked completely shocked to see it was Blake who had spoken up. Blake included. She slapped a hand over her mouth as if that could shield her from backlash, but she seemed to have already accepted that was futile.

“Uhhh… Blake, you feeling okay?” Yang asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“You can’t be serious!” It was Weiss that hissed those words, even though she had also been the one to start this ball rolling in order to taunt her sister. “You want to become a prostitute?! No, no, this is absolutely not what we signed up for!”

“Really isn’t,” Yang scoffed with a shake of her blonde head. “Like, I can’t pretend I don’t like a good fuck as much as the next girl, but not with strangers.”

“And not for money,” Weiss scoffed. When Yang shrugged, her eyes widened even more. “WHAT?!”

“Hey, it ain’t the money I have a problem with. Sue me! I just think I might draw the line at dancing, which I’m already not a hundred percent about doing anyway.”

With a bashful shrug, Blake went on, “Look, I know… it sounds pretty jank. Not denying that. I just think I’d be open to finding out how much it pays. If we wanna get the most out of this job, then this sure as hell is one way to do that.”

The room was silent for a long moment. Pyrrha still couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but Blake was making a certain kind of sense; most of them had initially stated that there wasn’t all that much difference between exotic dancing and prostitution. Furthermore, Blake and Yang had seemed the most open to trying it out - and it was interesting that Yang, the one who had been the most sexually active out of the five of them, was just as uncertain as Weiss. 

“I… support any of you who would want to try that,” Pyrrha began delicately. “I’m not sure I would be able to… to be that casual with my body, with complete strangers.”

“Didn’t look like you were a minute ago,” Thunder Thighs put in with a giggle. When Yang glared at her, she shrugged and said, “What? I’m just saying, there ain’t that much difference; I haven’t gone for the side gig because to be honest, I’ve been working here a while and making good money. Don’t need to. But I wouldn’t be that against upping the stakes if, like, I suddenly needed a big wad of cash. Like if one of my friends needed bail money! Y’know, something like that.”

It was actually Winter who responded, even though she had mostly remained silent during their discussion. “Do you have a lot of friends who often need bail money?”

“Uhhhh, I plead the fifth.”

“Oh, come on, this is ludicrous,” Weiss sighed with a shake of her head. “You guys aren’t going to start having sex for money - even if that’s a real thing that goes on here. It’s illegal! I, for one, am not sure I’m comfortable continuing to dance in an establishment that allows that kind of underground activity to go on.”

“Oh, lighten up, you prude,” Yang snapped at her. “Like, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with - that’s fine. But can you not police other people’s actions like somebody put you in charge?”

For a few seconds, Weiss just stood there with her mouth agape. Then she finally squeaked, “Excuse me?! I… how dare you speak to me that way! I’m just trying to look out for everyone’s wellbeing - including those who might be exploited into sexual slavery!”

“Slavery? Would you be interested in that?”

Yet another voice had joined theirs. This time, Pyrrha didn’t recognize the face; this woman was older than most of the dancers by at least a decade, and had skin so pale it was practically translucent. Though she was wearing what looked to be a dark robe from some kind of ancient druidic temple, it was easy to tell she had a voluptuous figure beneath the cloak. She also had pale lavender hair tied up into several loops that stuck out from her head in multiple directions; it was a very youthful cut for such a mature woman.

“What?” was all Weiss could manage, since she was as thrown by this woman’s sudden appearance as anyone.

“Being my new pet,” the intense interloper purred as she reached down to grip Weiss’s chin - and she didn’t seem to be too terribly gentle about it. The younger Schnee sister whimpered in instinctive fear. “You sounded as if you were interested.”

“I-I… um… no?” Finally getting a grip on herself, Weiss cleared her throat - though Pyrrha could definitely see a blush forming on her cheeks. “No, y-you misunderstand; I was merely… we were discussing your, um, other business opportunity, and I was saying…”

Winter attempted to intercede - though her tone was much more deferential than usual. “I’m sorry, Salem. My sister often speaks out of turn.”

Salem. Of course this was her; who else could be in charge of the entire sinful establishment? A chill ran down Pyrrha’s spine as she took in the effect this woman was having on all of them, and just her general appearance. Not only was she an uncommon beauty, but clearly she wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

“Some people find happiness in slavery,” the forbidding entrepreneur offered with a shrug as she finally released Weiss’s chin. Immediately, she shot away from Salem and rubbed at her chin as if to make sure she hadn’t been burned. “Though I would feel… unsure about inviting such fresh meat into that hypothetical venture. You’re too new to have the stomach for anything like that; I typically only welcome my girls who have been with me for a few months, and even then… I don’t go around asking.”

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Hypothetical? Ma’am, are you… saying that you haven’t started the sex trafficking?”

“There will never be any trafficking,” she snapped - and it was shocking how much colder and more stern her tone was. She made Glynda and Cinder sound like… well, like Nora. “Willing participants are all I am interested in. Do I make myself clear?”

As they all nodded, Pyrrha decided to speak up. She felt very nervous, but knew if they didn’t get this conversation moving, it was only going to stretch on for yet longer - and she wanted it to be over with already.

“So… this side-business of yours. I assume there are some kind of protections in place for your… employees?”

“There is no side business,” she said with a coy smile. “However… let’s say that, hypothetically, there is a free seminar, available to the entertainment specialists here at Club Futopia. On the topic of sensuality. Should any of you choose to attend, you will learn how to bring men to their knees - or women, or nonbinaries, if you are so inclined.”

"I see. And if we attend this seminar, would we be required to… continue it?"

"You mean, if in the event you fail to live up to expectations, or decide to stop attending, will you still have jobs dancing at the Club?" When a few of them nodded, Salem shrugged. "Of course. As long as you still know the steps, and don't misbehave, the stage is all yours."

That was pretty open-ended: "misbehave". But Pyrrha didn't intend to do anything of the sort at any point. "Very well. I… well, not to speak for everyone, but we'll think it over."

The older woman's smile was as cryptic as ever. "Excellent. Again, I can’t guarantee I won’t change my mind due to your statuses as neophytes, but I suppose we shall see. On that note, I wish you girls a good evening." Then she whirled and stalked away, her robe somehow fluttering despite the absence of any kind of breeze.

All five of the newbies looked at each other. At some point, Ruby had joined in the conversation as a silent observer; despite being barely an adult, she didn’t look nearly as anxious as Weiss, or as Pyrrha felt down deep in the pit of her stomach. Just what had they all gotten themselves into?

“Well that was awkward,” Thunder Thighs chuckled as she finished rinsing off and gathered her belongings. “Thanks for the good time, guys! We’ll have to do it again sometime!”

Pyrrha let out a squeak when she felt her ass get swatted by the dancer on her way out of the showers. This place was definitely going to drive her insane.

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    “You really aren’t disgusted by the idea?”

Pyrrha could just barely see Yang shrug in her phone screen. Not just because Yang was holding her own device so close, but because her waves of blonde hair mostly covered the gesture.

“I dunno, we’ve had all weekend to think about it now, and… I kinda don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“Well… I suppose that’s true,” Pyrrha sighed as she curled up a little tighter on the couch. She was glad her mother was out with her new friends; otherwise, she would have been terrified that she might walk in and overhear this conversation. “We are already working at a red light establishment.”

Yang laughed as she flopped back on her bed, finished putting her laundry away at last. It was amazing that she could do all that while holding the phone - almost as if she had a built-in ability to only need one arm to get by. “Do people say that? ‘Red light establishment’? Could just say it’s a whorehouse.”

“W-well… it isn’t technically. It seems that the focus of the work really is the dancing; this is a recent venture.”

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, we’re gonna get called sluts by ignorant people already; might as well earn a little more money.”

“It really doesn’t bother you?” she repeated meekly. “That you’ll be sleeping with strange men?”

Now, Yang did look a little less self-assured. “Well… it’s not like this is the first time. But the other times, I had a little more input into which guys and girls I wanted to bang. So I guess I’m just trying to remind myself that I get money, and I also get laid; even if I might not get to choose, hey, it’ll still be fun. Probably.”

“Right, that is a compelling argument.”

“Pyrrha?”

“Yes?”

“Um…” The blonde was fidgeting a lot more than she remembered seeing her. “So the showers…”

Here it was. Pyrrha had been dreading this discussion, but she found she was at least grateful they managed to avoid it for a little while. “The showers. We… well, we were closer than we expected, for a minute there.”

“Right? Wasn’t that crazy?!” They both chuckled for a few seconds before Yang continued, “I can’t stop thinking about it. Like, I know nothing that big happened, but…”

“No, it was significant. Our… well, our anatomy touched,” she breathed, feeling her cheeks turning warmer. “And I felt Nora’s- sorry, Thunder Thighs, between my own thighs.”

“Right, right. And, um… all that was hot. Blake being so close to my ass? Also hot. But um… I guess…”

When she never finished, Pyrrha prompted, “You guess what?”

“I guess I really… liked feeling Blake there. Not saying I’m into her!” she added in a rush, violet eyes widening. “She’s my best friend, I’m… I really don’t think it’d be cool if I was. But I was kinda shocked at myself. How much I wanted her there, and how good it felt when she was…”

“So…” She thought her words over, hoping to choose the most delicate ones. “So you’re… concerned that you may have developed an attraction?”

“That’s just it.” Yang sat up again with a slight grunt. “Before that, I would have said I thought she was really cute, but we didn’t think about each other that way. Just bee-eff-effs. The thing is… I’ve been kinda into how sexy she is for a while now.”

“You have?!”

“Shh!” she added, glancing around wildly. “I don’t want Rubes to overhear, or she might blab; not on purpose, she just sometimes shoots her mouth off without thinking!”

“Sorry,” Pyrrha apologized with a duck of her head.

“It’s fine. But yeah, uh, I have. Like it doesn’t mean I’d ask her out; she’s my bestie. Just finding it hard to shake off that my bestie is super fucking fine.”

“Ah. Especially after…” Yang nodded, and she sighed as she rolled over onto her side. “I’m sorry. That sounds very difficult to endure.”

“Naw, I mean, it’s whatever. It’s not like we’re not all still friends, y’know? And you and me are cool even after I did a little jerking.”

Pyrrha felt a little pulse of interest between her legs when Yang brought that up yet again. Mostly, she was able to ignore it, but the more often her mind was taken back to that brief flash of passion between them and two of their fellow employees, the harder it became to suppress a resurgence.

“Aren’t we?”

“What?” Only now did she realized that Yang had been waiting for her to confirm. “O-oh- yes, we’re fine.”

The smirk that spread across the blonde’s features should have been illegal. “You’re not warm for my form all of a sudden, are ya? Just because we had our bananas in a bunch?”

“No, of course not!” Though her blush likely gave her way. “I… well, it was very enjoyable, like you said; I’m just… remembering, that’s all. Nothing deeper.”

“Okay, okay,” Yang giggled. “I mean, I’m in the same boat; I’m never gonna think about you or Blake the same way again. Nora, too, a little.”

“Thunder Thighs. We’re supposed to be learning to use our stage names.”

“Right, right. Anyway… if you ever wanna bump uglies again, I’m game. Not as like…” She shrugged again, clearly trying to come up with the right words. “I’m not trying to come onto you, or ask you out or anything like that. No way. Just saying, it was fun, and if you wanted to… have fun again…”

“I-it’s alright,” Pyrrha reassured her with a smile. Privately, she couldn’t help thinking it was cute to see the normally-confident Yang tripping over her words to make sure she wasn’t offending her. “I may take you up on that, if I decide… well, that I’m interested in that sort of arrangement. Which I may be, I may not be.”

Her friend nodded a few times, smiling back. “That’s cool. I mean, you’re super hot - and you have like, the biggest dick ever. Kinda hard not to wanna play with it again.”

“Stoooop,” she murmured bashfully, thighs twitching anxiously in a vain attempt to abate her growing needs.

"What?? It's true, man!" Yang glanced over her shoulder, then back at her phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, gotta go help get dinner started. But yeah, I'm glad we touched base about this whole thing; I didn't mind it at all, but I guess it was pretty unusual."

"Very unusual for me. Have a good dinner, Yang."

"Thanks! See ya!"

Then Pyrrha was alone with her thoughts. She didn't want to be, because they were so chaotic of late, but maybe the situation wasn't nearly as terrible as she kept thinking of it in her mind. So what if they were exotic dancers now? So what if they took that yet further, and briefly dabbled in being prostitutes? Maybe it wasn't what their parents would want for them, or they even wanted for themselves, but they could earn a lot of money in a short amount of time - which not only might cover certain surgeries, but also pay for their tuition, living expenses. She herself knew she could really infuse her stock portfolio with some much-needed seed money. The benefits seemed to outweigh the sacrifices.

And as the would-be Olympian took out her rigid cock and began to jerk it hard, wanting to get her condition taken care of as quickly as possible, she reminded herself that most of the things she was afraid of experiencing might wind up feeling a lot better than she feared.

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Kinktober-17. Overstimulation-Mammon

I’m using a random wheel to select which prompts to write first! So technically this is day 1...? Either way! Tw/contents are below the cut! 

Tw/contents; swearing, cock rings, blow jobs, butt plugs, vibrators, gags, overstimulation, and blindfolds. 

Today was a rather big exam for your class, and knowing Mammon didn’t study…you knew he bombed it. He made fun of you in fact, just for studying without him. You tried to get him to work with you, but if money wasn’t involved, he was rarely interested. Especially when it came to school. 

So as a punishment for your masochistic boyfriend, he was tied up naked on his own bed. He had a cock ring on, a butt plug in, and your mouth sucking his dick, so he was feeling quite overstimulated. 

“PLEASE LET ME CUM!” He screamed, visibly trying to get loose (even if he didn’t really want to). 

“Mm…” You hummed around him, not stopping for a second, which only made him wriggle under your touch more. You pulled away for a brief second, “You’re going to be edged for every question you got wrong on the exam.” 

He whined, “B-b-but! That’s all of them!” And he tried to buck his hips up to meet your mouth. He continued to whine, and thrust his hips up, desperate for your touch. 

“Exactly.” And you hummed, “But…I do think this isn’t enough.” And you got up, walking over to his desk, where all of his toys were. Both for you and him. “Bad boys shouldn’t talk. And they definitely don’t deserve to see me.” And you pulled out a blindfold and ball gag. 

“W-wait!” He called over to you, “But I want to see you!” You turned to see him looking at you, face flushed a lovely pink color, and cock stiff as could be. 

“And that’s exactly why you can’t.” And you walked back over to him, quickly putting on the blindfold and ball gag. “You deserve to be punished, but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?” You knew he did want it. He was one of the most masochistic people you’d ever met. 

“Hn!” He mumbled, completely unable to speak with the gag in. He squirmed under you, as you took your position over him. 

You ever so slowly removed the cock ring, and began to stroke him. “You think you want my hand? Mouth? Something…else?” You teased, using just one finger to caress the underside of his cock. 

He whimpered behind the gag, and his hips instinctively bucked up, trying to feel you. “HM!” He tried to say, but it wasn’t even close to an actual word. 

You leaned up, and kissed his cheek, to which he responded by trying to get his mouth closer to yours. “Ah ah,” You said, “Did I give you permission to kiss me?” Another teasing gesture from you. “Hm…I think I’ll use my hand. You’ve already had my mouth, you lucky boy.” And you kissed down his chest from your position at his face. You flicked your tongue over one of his nipples, and he made an obscene sound from behind the gag. 

You started off slow, stroking his cock with your hand. Every once in a while, you’d caress his balls, as you know he loved that. But soon, you began stroking at a rigorous pace, an unforgiving one. 

He whimpered, before moaning repeatedly behind the gag. You kissed his abdomen area while you stroked him. Based on how his moans went from deep to a higher pitch he only did when he was close to cumming, you stopped. 

He grunted, and rotated his hip to try and find your hand. He whined, and whined. But you didn’t touch him again. Not just yet…

“That’s one. Nine more to go.” You said, waiting a few seconds before stroking him again. Same as last time, you started off slow before speeding up. 

His moans were absolutely captivating, you could never get enough of the sounds that he made. So you always did your best to make sure he moaned…as much as possible. Today was one of those days that you wanted to completely ravage him. After all…he did fail his test. Punishment was necessary. 

So time after time, you brought him to the edge. By the third, he was panting and whining, completely losing all logical thoughts, only to be replaced by desire. By the ninth, you could tell he wasn’t even paying attention when you counted. There was no way he could remember how many times he’d been edged, he was completely void of thoughts. 

“Hm…” You hummed, pulling your hand away as he got close for the tenth time. “What should I do with you…” You mumbled to yourself, but loud enough to make sure he heard you. “I think I know…” So once more you got off him, and went over to the desk. 

You could just tell he was quivering with anticipation, waiting for the final release after being teased and edged so many times. With that in mind, you pulled out the vibrator. This would do. Walking back over to him, you spoke. “Are you ready? You’ve been such a good boy for me…so I’ll give you what you want.” 

He hummed, and moaned at just the thought of cumming. You flicked the button to turn on the vibrator, and let him listen to the sound. He groaned, completely ready to make it to the edge with the help of one of his favorite toys. 

Still thinking of this as a punishment, you touched the vibrator to the tip of his cock. The most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long at all for his whines to get higher in pitch. He was close. 

“Good boy…cum for me. Be the good boy I know you are.” And you moved it around the tip, trying to touch as much of it as possible to give him the best possible release. 

When he came, it was explosive. There was so much that came out, and you smiled down at him. But you didn’t stop there. He was caught off guard by this, and whined once more. You removed the vibrator, and he sighed in relief. 

However…you slid down his body and took his limp cock in your mouth. He all but screamed at the feeling, and it made you hum in your own pleasure. You pulled away momentarily, “I have to clean you up…I know you’re sensitive but it’ll make cleaning up your mess much easier.” And you resumed bobbing your head back and forth, swallowing all of him cum in the process. 

It didn’t take long to clean up, and you untied him, taking off the blindfold and gag. While he was still naked, he pulled you close to him. He wanted soft aftercare most of the time, and this seemed like a good solution. He nuzzled his face in your neck as he pulled you down with him. 

“That…that was so good, baby. Thank you.” He mumbled into your neck. 

It made you smile to see him so vulnerable. He really trusted you, and it admittedly made your heart flutter. “Of course…I love you, Mammon. It wasn’t…too much was it?” You just needed confirmation, needing that verbal sentence as your own form of aftercare in addition to the cuddling. 

“No! It was absolutely perfect…you treat me so well.” He turned on his side, which meant he wanted to spoon. Specifically, he wanted to be the little spoon. 

You obliged, and cuddled close to him. “Good…Now…We can cuddle for a bit. But then it’s my turn.” 

He hummed. You knew he’d treat you right too. But first, there needed to be many cuddles. He may be a sub, but he could be a service sub. He wanted to serve you, in every meaning of the word. When he wasn’t being a brat at least…

“I love you too.” He said in response to your earlier comment. He got comfortable, and fell asleep almost instantly. 

In that case…you could always have him take care of you later. His comfort was more important anyways. You were patient, so it could wait. 

You fell asleep soon after, content in being so close to the demon you loved. And you knew he loved you too, as much as a demon could love. And in Mammon’s case? That was a lot. 

[noxexistant]

📓🎭The Delancey Brothers (both plz)

“both plz”

me about them constantly:

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

in canon era, oscar tries to read. he needs a bit of escapism, and it helps in coming up with stories to tell mo, but his attention span isn’t great so he usually has trouble. he likes helping with typesetting at the world, he finds it rewarding and relaxing, and it works out when morris is working on the larger press machinery, gives them both something to do while still sticking together. he likes playing pool in bars, and he’s pretty good at it - he’ll make money off it, betting with people, wherever he can, and he’ll do the same with cards. he’s good at poker, but it takes a lot of effort to maintain his face when he starts getting frustrated.

morris likes organising stuff, he’ll sit and just fuss with a pile of books or papes or anything else. he likes drawing, but rarely has the opportunity - it’s much more often that he’ll be drawing with a stick in the dirt, or a piece of charcoal maybe, than he will with a pencil and paper. (he got in big trouble with wiesel for doodling on a pape once, even though it was yesterday’s, so now he won’t dare touch them for drawing.). mostly, morris likes watching oscar do stuff, especially stuff like playing pool. he likes being read to, or just talked to.

modern au oscar absolutely plays acoustic guitar, like alex jh. he sings too, but only for morris. he and morris had an old beat-up skateboard between them as teenagers, and they’d mess around on that - oscar learnt basic tricks, and held morris’s hands as he all but lifted his little brother onto the board and then pulled him slowly along short distances. he plays video games sometimes, particularly the few random consoles and games that care facilities always have, but mostly plays with morris for morris’ benefit, silly stuff like mario kart and games geared for kids on their easiest settings.

morris likes minecraft, and plays pocket edition on oscar’s phone. he likes lots of silly mobile games that are just enough to keep him occupied and rewarded, especially in higher-stress situations for him like new environments or travelling. he likes colouring and drawing a lot more since he has more chances to do it. he likes music, especially oscar playing the guitar, and stims as he listens - he likes pressing his palm or cheek to the guitar too, to feel the vibrations.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

oscar will lie about anything. especially for their own gain, and especially to protect morris. if morris does anything wrong, no he didn’t. if anything is morris’ fault, no it isn’t.

(it used to be the opposite way around, when they were kids on the farm. even in the refuge, at first. he lied about everything being morris’ fault to save his own skin, because he was still a kid and didn’t really understand. didn’t yet know that morris was all he had in the world, didn’t love him like he deserves. morris took countless beatings for him, countless lashings, and never breathed a word of the truth that it wasn’t him. he doesn’t hold it against oscar either, though oscar holds it against himself.)

oscar was the one to lie about their family name too, unable to stomach spouting his father’s to snyder stood over them, so he read “delancey” off a street sign and that was their name then. he’s lied about his age to get into bars, lied about mo’s to get into theatres, lied about their jobs and origins and first names and whatever the situation has ever called for. he sees nothing wrong with it. it’s a skill, and it’s necessary.