#Budget Expectation

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[plushri]

edited 22/02/2024 - my mum helped me raise the match goal from £100 to £200

edited again 22/02/2024 - I met and exceeded my goal! Donations are still very welcome because I think it's really impactful to show our collective donations, I will close this on the 27th when I am paid and can make my donation

Idea credit goes to @ibtisams and I was inspired by @stuckinapril and @geekydragon !

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[overdressedcarp]

One thing I think about sometimes is that there's a dialogue chain in one of Ratio's text messages where he sends us the blueprints for what he explicitly describes as "an anti-planetary weapon design that [he] once devised," which apparently comes with the potential to turn into a full-on gundam???? He says that the necessary materials haven't been developed yet, but that the Guild is working on it and should have results within the next five Amber Eras.

For those who've read his third character story, the phrasing of "anti-planetary weapon" should register as both familiar and odd, especially considering how blasé he is in describing it to the Trailblazer.

My read on the character story is that the creation of the anti-planetary weapon was (whether consciously or not) a compromise to his principles in pursuit of Nous's gaze, and that the IPC's interest in said weapon was his reality check that he didn't want to become the sort of person who pursued knowledge without regard for human life. Even if you don't take that reading, Ratio is more than smart enough to recognize that the IPC can and has used threats like the Antimatter Legion and the Swarm as excuses to develop and unleash weapons with galaxy-scale collateral damage. (See: the Imaginary pulse weapon in this side quest on Penacony.)

When we ask for a weapon for the Express, Ratio tells us that high-caliber armaments are a necessity for traversing the cosmos, which isn't exactly wrong in light of how we deal with Sunday in Penacony, but turning the train into a battering ram is a far cry from turning it into something that could destroy a planet. The fact that the projected timeline is on a scale of Amber Eras suggests to me that he's being at least somewhat facetious about the idea of a collaboration, especially since the whole reason we're having the conversation is that he wanted us to lob thought experiments at him to distract him from work stress. But he does send us a blueprint file, and the terminology of an "anti-planetary weapon" (specifically one he designed in the past, rather than at our request) feels way too specific to be a coincidence.

I have a pet theory that the gundam design is a form of malicious compliance toward the IPC, and the reason the Guild can't even figure out the materials is because he deliberately handed them a nightmare monstrosity of a blueprint and then refused to elaborate.

(The bill of materials casually demands components that break the laws of physics. There are whole pages of math so complicated no one can parse enough of it to conclusively prove that it's bullshit and not just the revolutionary innovations of a man five Amber Eras ahead of his time. The research team sends a terrified intern to ask if the orbital laser cannon really needs to turn into a humanoid assault mech. He shakes his head and tells them that if they truly understood his work then they wouldn't ask such pointless questions.)

[mooni]

murder drones you absolute flaming trainwreck of a series i fucking love you sm <33

[bumblingbabooshka]

Patreon Request: Spock [Patreon | Ko-fi]

[melrosing]

ugh it's like i know not to expect too much from housey dragon i really am just here for the ride but sometimes watching this show im just painfully reminded how good asoiaf is in comparison like when it comes to addressing the violence of war instead of marching a bunch of nobles in to decry it for forty seconds and some offscreen screaming you have shit like arya coming face to face with it in acok when they discover a maimed mother and her child in a burning wreck and know that as horrific as what they are seeing is the pointlessness of it is even more terrifying and they watch the woman die in agony and arya then spends the next chapters wandering a warzone with a toddler in tow bc there's nowhere else to put the kid and when they finally run into soldiers there's nothing to do but leave that toddler to wander the wasteland alone and hope that she's lucky beyond reason and you just know she won't be

[ellsieee]

I'm about to become obsessed with the little bean that is Jinbao.

Xiaobao calls Jinbao stupid but he agrees! 😂 He gives Xiaobao the cutest wahh I've been wronged face.

Jinbao is the servant but Xiaobao dotes on him like a little brother (or a puppy). 💖

Just look at him being so adorably helpful.

I really need Siming to make an appearance in the next episode.

I CANNOT wait for their smart grump/dumb sunshine energy.

[shannonsketches]

I do enjoy some of the choices super's anime makes, but I think the best one was deciding Bulma wears her towel like this

and apparently turns the light off well before she leaves a room. There's a window at the top of that door and there's no light on at all this whole scene

Broke: It's a production error and/or intentional reveal gag

Woke: Bulma's a cozy little ghibli gremlin and dries off in the dark

..but only in anime anatomy will they draw her like this and follow it up with a line about her having saggy boobs

[sableeira]

the tension in that scene was breathtaking. The music in the background. The memories being projected not only on the background but also on Dazai himself. Dazai’s speech being interrupted by the sound of their abilities working together for the first time ever to transition back to the control room. The pause and Dazai’s expression while Chuuya is fighting for his life. Beautiful.

[seamsterspell]

A rendition of a scene from chapter 13 (iykyk) of my Fanfiction 💖

This is a commission piece made by the talented PYV (@/sakanoborun)

You can read my fic (Tales From the Ackerman Estate) here!

[leguin]

might be getting a bike! this week!

[twst-mer]

マレレオ union birthday

[ladybugsimblr]

Even though Arya probably won't say it, life has been slightly hectic. Her soror bestie roomie Pearl moved out, Nalu moved in, and she was able to get the Modern Development Plan passed in her neighborhood. So far, she has only been able to make small changes inside the apartment (mostly rearranging furniture due to new windows and making a small spot for the man). Inspired by all the decorating going on with Mom & Sis, Ari wants to spruce up the place even more. Her and Nalu are using their day off to shop so consider these some "before" pics and we'll check in at a later date to see what they change.

[sinfullyrosey]

Cream-Filled Buns

Trey Clover X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Groping, Spanking, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, (Almost) Caught in the Act, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Dom!Trey

TWST Fandom: Ew, Tr*y smut? Disgusting. Give us dragon boi or the eel twins.

Me: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, pound reader’s cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and fill it with cum. Spank it real hard and redden those buns.~

The fresh smell of baked goods wafted in the air of the Heartslabyul kitchen, a certain green-haired vice dorm head once again preparing for the latest Unbirthday Party.

Plates of desserts of all kinds deliciously graced the counters as Trey worked to finish up the remaining batch before the party was to start. This celebration was especially special, calling for the treats to be fresh and still warm when they decorate the table.

It was a time indicative task, but nothing the baker couldn’t handle. As long as there are no distractions and grubby, little hands to try and sneak a taste, he should be done soon.

“Oh, Trey~!”

Well, so much for no distractions.

Trey’s eyes followed the sound as your skipping self came into frame. A big smile was on your face as you made your way over to the island counter he was working at, hands clasped behind your back in faux innocence.

He returned your greetings, refilling the icing dispenser as your gaze scanned across the table at the rows of delectable delights. Your tongue poked out at the corner as mischievous thoughts ran through your head.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, oh Prefect of Ramshackle?” He inquired.

Matching his cheeky tone, you quickly snuck some icing from one of the cupcakes and popped your finger in your mouth before Trey could notice.

“Well, Vice Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, I just came by to visit my favorite person on campus.”

He gave you an unconvinced look, returning back to his cupcake decorating. Trey knew the real reason you were here. It’s the same reason for all your visits, to sneak a taste or two when you think he’s not looking.

“No, really Trey, honest! I also came by to show you my outfit before anyone else could get a peak. Look!”

You gave a little twirl. The helm of your skirt fanning out like the petals of the garden’s roses. Trey looked up from his work to softly smile at your antics.

The blouse, skirt, and vest combo was designed after the Heartslabyul dorm, featuring a black and white checkered pattern with bright reds.

“Custom made and comfy! Think Riddle will approve?”

Trey was putting the finishing touches on some of the treats while he gave you a once over. He settled with a curt nod before turning his attention back to his work.

“You’ll just have to show and ask him yourself.”

You huffed at his lack of enthusiasm, but quickly perked up as another opportunity to sneak yourself a sweet treat presented itself once more.

You quickly glanced at him to make sure the coast was clear before swiping another dollop of the sugary sweet frosting. The strawberry buttercream melted on your tongue and coated your tastebuds in the divine flavor.

The soft call of your name brought you out of your daydreaming and you brought your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He was looking at you with that welcoming smile that always got your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Would you like to come over and assist me in decorating?”

You blinked at the request, still processing what he had just said. He chuckled at your dumbfounded, yet cute expression, and gestured for you to walk around over to his side.

You could only obey, not wanting to further embarrass yourself over something so trivial. You stood beside him, waiting for him to instruct you on what to do, knowing full well how precise and specific the Heartslabyul Dorm’s standards on desserts were.

“So, what do you want me to do exact-“

Trey interrupted your question by placing his hands on your waist and gently guiding your body to where you were now, standing right in front of him, back facing him and front facing the counter. He was right behind you, body almost pressed flush against yours.

“Um, Trey?” You squeaked.

Next, he gently took your hands into his, making you flush even more, as he had you properly hold the frosting dispenser in your grasp. His grasp never let go of yours as he began to slowly guide your movements. Your face flushed at the intimacy of it, how close he was to you, and how his arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving.

“Just going to finish up the last few of these together, okay? Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You nodded and allowed him to guide your movements from cupcake to cupcake. You watched as each swirly, little dollop was smoothly applied to each caketop, your shared actions growing into an easy rhythm. Trey was right, it wasn’t all that too difficult, with his help that is. You would even say it was a little fun! You were smiling proudly at your accomplishment when the silence was broken by a sudden shift in tone that had your spine tingling with sudden nerves.

“You think you’re quite the sneaky one, don’t you Prefect?”

You sharply inhale at his accusation but refused to let him on to anything. You kept your gaze strictly on the cupcakes and icing and pretended like you had no idea what he was referring to. But Trey wasn’t swayed and continued.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those devious, little fingers of yours stealing a taste or two when you think I’m not looking.”

Shit. He knew.

He let out a faux sigh of disappointment and guided you to the ruined cupcakes you snatched earlier and started to add more icing to them once more. You gulped and simply followed along, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you probably already were.

“All my hard work, ruined, because one naughty student couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“But-but I’m making it up by helping you finish them now… right?”

He chuckled and you perked up hopefully. This isn’t the first time you two have exchanged teasing banter before; you’re always messing around with Trey and he always inevitably sends you off with a playful warning.

“Hm, true…”

He removes his hands from yours and puts the icing dispenser aside. He then gently places his hands on your hips, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Your face started to heat up when you suddenly started to feel the sensation of something slowly grinding itself against your backside.

“… but we’re not finished just yet. There’s just two more buns that need filling.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a pair of nice, round buns right here.~”

You squeaked as both of your buttcheeks were grabbed by the baker. Your face reddened, eyes wide, and body straightened.

“T-trey?! What are you-“

“You said you were making it up to me, yes? Well, just help me finish this last dessert and you can head to the Unbirthday Party, punishment-free.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. You did say that, and you were being naughty earlier, not to mention that he was giving you an out right now, but… You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you’ve wanted for a while now. It was no secret that you liked Trey (along with like half of the Heartslabyul Dorm) and would love to have your hole stuffed with him. But in the kitchen, out in the open? Could you really risk doing so where anyone could walk right in and see what you two were doing?

You gulped and let out an embarrassed huff.

“O-okay, I’ll help. So, what do I do?”

He smiled and hummed, thumb aimlessly rubbing circles against your still clothed bottom.

“First, we need to knead it just a bit; get it nice and ready.”

He used one hand to lift up and push aside your skirt, exposing your panties to him. Next, skilled hands began to meticulously grope and massage the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pinching. Your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the noises that wanted so desperately to spill out. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow better access for him.

Fingers pressed into the supple fat and spread your asscheeks apart, before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. His hands would start at the lower back thighs and slowly make their way up, still occasionally squeezing along the way. His thumbs grazed along your slit, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure and making you jump. You whined when he pulled your panties up to expose more skin and caused the cotton cloth to press tightly against your neglected pussy.

“Now we need to get them hot and ready.”

A loud slap resonated in the quiet kitchen, followed by your pitched yelp. Your cheek jiggled and stung from the sudden assault from the male’s hand. He chuckled at your reaction and slapped the other cheek, causing another yelp from you. Soon after, an array of spanks followed suite. You had to steady yourself against the counter, one hand gripping the table’s edge and the other pressed against your mouth to muffle your startled sounds.

“A-ah, Trey..!” You whined.

Your poor bottom was reddening with each slap to your exposed flesh, jiggling with every harsh swat he delivered. Before long, your ass was a bright red and stung. Your whole body felt hot by this point, especially your rear, which felt like it just got out of the oven and was now cooling in the kitchen air.

“Ah, I can feel that they’re nice and hot.” He grinned, massaging the plump, round mounds.

His hands dipped to your groin, pressing the pads of his fingers against your slit, rubbing along the folds and grazing your puffy clit. You were soaking through your panties, sticky essence staining the undergarment and oozing out of your needy cunt.

“I think they’re about ready to be stuffed with my cream. Don’t you think so, Prefect?”

You let out an impatient groan, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

“Trey, p-please…” You whined. “Just stick it in already!”

Sly, golden eyes watched as you shuddered and rocked your hips against his in a measly attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure in your lower regions. He chuckled at you one last time before gently pulling your panties down past your knees and finally getting to the main course.

“Alright, alright, so impatient.~”

Rustling was heard as the older student unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened member. He gave it a few more strokes, just to be sure if was perky and ready, just for you. You then sharply inhaled at the presence of the head of his cock pressing against your plush lips, prodding at the entrance before slowly sliding the tip in.

Trey placed his hands back along your hips, rubbing encouraging circles against them as you adjusted to his girth. You had to place your hands back on the table to steady yourself when he suddenly thrusted into you. His size stretched your tight walls, slowly making its way deeper into your pussy as he gave light thrusts. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan when you felt him fully sheathed into you, reaching every slick-covered nook and crevice.

It felt, so, good.

So full.

Like you were completely stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Once he felt that your body had completely relaxed, melting into that of jelly, walls fluttering for more and mouth in a goofy grin, he finally started to pound into you for real. And Great Sevens above, it felt amazing.

With every thrust, you could feel your walls squeeze him and pull him back inside. Slick building up and leaking onto your length and past your entrance, making a slight mess of both of you and the tiles. His tip kept hammering into that special spot inside you, sending wave after wave of hot, searing pleasure shooting straight to your core like electricity. Your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself to the pleasure you’ve craved for so long now.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your quiet, drawn-out moans. Your mind had grown hazy from the overwhelming sensation, toes now curling as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and build, approaching that oh-so wanted burst of ecstasy. Lust-filled eyes began to droop and close once you felt that very coil just about to snap and unravel everything. You sighed and worked to meet his thrusts, pushing backwards when he pushed forward, all in order to tip yourself over the edge.

“Trey, how are the pastries coming along? The Unbirthday Party is due to start soon.”

Eyes snapped open as you looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find the dormleader himself come striding in. He made eye contact with Trey before promptly noticing you, an eyebrow raised and frown present on his face. The redhead crossed his arms and approached the two of you, a look of query clear on his face.

“Oh, I was unaware that the Ramshackle Prefect had arrived. What are you doing in the kitchen? You should be seated at the table!”

You were sweating nervously as Riddle stood on the other side of the table, right in front of you and Trey. The table was fairly high, obscuring some of the absolute debauchery taking place in the Hearstlabyul’s very kitchen, but was it enough to hide everything?

“Sorry Riddle, she was helping me finish off the last batch and would head off to join Ace and Deuce as soon as they were finished. They’re about ready.”

You were appreciative of Trey’s ability to be so confidently coolheaded in situations like this, allowing you to relax, knowing that he had everything under control. Even when you were mentally panicking. Riddle seemed accepting of the explanation, turning his attention briefly to the decorated desserts, seemingly searching for a particular one among the bunch, presumingly his beloved tart.

“Hm, alright then… but hurry up, I won’t tolerate lateness from either my guest or my vice housewarden!”

You could breathe a mental sigh of relief, knowing you actually got away with it and that Trey was able to steer the dormhead away before any mental scaring could occur. Maybe now you could get back to business before the sudden, abrupt interruption ripped your orgasm away and finally cum.

“Oh, before you head off, what do you think of the Prefect’s lovely, new attire? She wore it especially for the Unbirthday Party.~”

Scratch that.

He’s an asshole, just like the rest of the shitheads at this school.

Your body stiffened when you felt Riddle’s attention back on you, eyes squinted at your outfit. He tilted his head, muttering how he couldn’t exactly see it behind the table. You began to panic again, knowing you couldn’t just move away from Trey, risking the unmistakable sound of his dick slinking its way out of your wet pussy with a loud “pop!”

Seriously, what the hell did he expect you to do in this situation?!

“U-um, well, actually… I wanted it to be a surprise for when we all sat at the table, b-but I guess I can give you a little peak…”

With a nervous gulp, you step back, forcing the taller male to step back with you, so as to not obscure your skirt from Riddle’s view. It was then that you realized that your long skirt served as a curtain towards your filthy acts, falling in such a way that nobody standing in front could see Trey’s dick deep in you. You grabbed at the sides and raised them up in a mock curtsey, trying to cover as much as possible. You smiled as best you could and whispered a shy, “Well?”

Now it was Riddle’s turn to be embarrassed as he coughed into his hand, looking away with a soft blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t common for you to wear such attire on campus, so once he got a proper look at you, he became a bit flustered. After all, you were the only girl attending NRC, currently.

“It’s, it’s lovely… A-anyways, I’ll leave you two to it then! Don’t be late!”

Finally, the dorm leader left, leaving you alone with Trey once more. You physically sighed this time, relaxing back against Trey, who only laughed at your suffering. The prick.

“Well, that just ruined my orgasm, so~o, lets get on with this-“

The green-haired baker hummed, hands resting on your hips once more, this time rougher than last time. You looked up at him questioning his interruption. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His warm breath sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to tighten around him once more. That when you noticed that his dick twitch inside of you, still rock hard and penetrating you nice and deep.

“It didn’t ruin mine.~”

And with that, he continued where he left off, rougher and faster, balls slapping against your ass with every brutal thrust. Your eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped past your wide, open lips. You could barely steady yourself as he abused your poor hole, not once stopping and only chasing his high. The coil built itself up once again, but wouldn’t reach to fruition as Trey, with two or three final, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, reached his own orgasm… without you.

He let out a deep grunt as his thick, hot cream shot out and began filling you up to the brim. A few droplets slipped past and dripped onto the tile and parts of your inner thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you completely, sticking to your walls.

You were left panting against the table’s edge, legs wobbly, while he slipped himself out of you, spilling more creamy cum and making a very lewd squelching sound. Your clit was throbbing from neglect, insides fluttering over the rough treatment. Your body was still clenching, both from the lack of release and to keep the mess inside you and off of the already dirty floor.

You blinked away the bleariness and felt him lift your panties back up and secured onto you properly. You gave him a questioning look, but he only sweetly smiled at you.

“Wait… what about my orgasm..?”

“Consider this the punishment for sticking your fingers where they don’t belong.”

Your dazed eyes widened up at him, a pout forming on your face as the realization that you weren’t going to be getting any proper satisfaction any time soon, slowly hit. A few tears of frustration formed in your eyes and you clenched your fists.

“But Trey, that’s not fai-mph!”

A sugary sweet cookie was shoved into your mouth, silencing you. Trey smiled down at your pleading look and chuckled. He adjusted your skirt and vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and making you look presentable again.

“You’ve already doddled enough and the others are expecting you, so it’s best you get to the table. Now, run along, dear.~”

And with that, he kissed you on the head and gestured you out of the kitchen so that he could begin bringing the pastries out to the table.

You whined in protest but could only obey and shuffle your way towards the table, where the others were indeed waiting. The slick sensation of the baker’s creamy release still sloshing along in your walls and dripping past your swollen, needy lips, thankfully hidden underneath your skirt. You took a seat, cringing at the quiet squelching sound between your legs, and huffed in frustration as you nibbled at the cookie, ignoring the concerned glances from your friends.

This tea party better end soon so you could relieve this torturous aching between your legs!

And get yourself cleaned up too…

[subsequentibis]

i think part of what Gets me abt metalocalypse is how clearly the people making it really love metal music, like i've mostly seen it in extras and non-show material (skwisgaar guitar lessons, charles on the phone talking abt vintage guitars, defense of speed guitar in the comics) but then of course like. all the music for the show whips ass as genuine metal songs of their own accord, they put the effort in on music videos & visuals, it all just rings true with this genuine passionate love of the genre and i truly don't think i'd be half as interested without that beating heart at the core of it.

[sluttypatrickstar]

millie gibson talking about the great thing about doctor who being that they go for practical effects before CGI and that’s SO true and i am GOBSMACKED by the absolute talent of the practical effects team every time. i keep watching episodes of unleashed and going “what do you MEAN that wasn’t CGI?!”