#Compete for a String

[pantasticjae]

Objectober 2024 Day 13 - "Headcanon"

The most non-cannon post of objectober, because it's basically how I came up with Koi Fish. Because of this today's is just a doodle.

When you're the creator you control everything, except for the control you give to others.

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[crwbannwen]

The fifth: We hate those undead monsters. Evil. Kill 'em.

Also the fifth: So Riot... tell us how we make our founder into an undead monster? Pretty please?

[mumblingsage]

I will say, for people uncertain about how to get involved in their community - find a cause you can support, show up at a thing, and once there, show a baseline level of competence and friendliness, and you will almost inevitably get sucked in. They will ask you to come to more events. They will ask you to volunteer. They will introduce you to other people and organizations. In time *you* might become the person welcoming interested newbies with basic levels of competence and friendliness.

[supercantaloupe]

maestro also told a cello to remove his baseball cap so he could see his eyes better but communicated this as "take your hat off, it's too hot in here for hats. your hair is so beautiful -- look at that -- i am jealous, i wish i had that hair, i need a hat" while caressing his own hairless head

[isthehorsevideocute]

If there is anything I've learned from interacting with the everyone from the top of the sport to the backyard hobbists, it's that most of the folks at the top aren't often worth learning from. Most of them are not good teachers or trainers and a lot of their success just comes from money and connections

[lacheri]

please hyperfixation let me see this one through.

[twilit-tragedy]

Shoutout to the MDZS donghua for giving Wangxian their secluded home in the middle of nowhere, with a donkey and two bunnies. You dropped this, king 👑

[skrunksthatwunk]

just finished s2 of kaiji and it was good i really liked it but i hope i never see that fuckass pachinko machine again!!!

[blessphemy]

get called into bossmans office (x2 bosses)

- you’ve been great and professional

- responsive and easy to work with

- take feedback well, good follow up

- done a great job, great work ethic

- hope we cross paths professionally again

- anyway bye!

[pantasticjae]

Objectober 2024 Day 10 - Internet

Apology Video Time (+Other video thumbnails)

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[skybristle]

its really a shame how unlikely it is for sparks to get into a conflict with another iterator. like good for her shes healing a lot and i imagine even her violence towards nature calms down after a while but. like. girl fight!!!! girl kill!!!

i think its extra funny given the situation of her incredibly volatile mini cell. like. you pry it outta her body and look at it sparking and hissing and sending little bits of electricity up your arm like "what the fuck how is she even functional" /LH

[strawbeb]

see. the opening scene of barbie was literally how i played with those cursed baby dolls when i was younger. they annoyed the shit out of me

[firefighter-diazbuckley]

i hate when dumbass motherfuckers are college athletes because they get more scholarships than i do and then they have the audacity to not only be fucking stupid but also bad at their sport

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepcest, aged up stepbrother!megumi, dead dove, mdni

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you guys have to trust me on this one ok?

stepbrother!megumi who doesn’t bat a single eye when his barely-there dad tells him that he’s moving two women into their place.

stepbrother!megumi who’s been working extra shifts at his job to save up enough money to move out as soon as possible anyway.

stepbrother!megumi who begrudgingly makes room for his supposed new stepsister that’s coming to live in his room.

stepbrother!megumi hypothesizes that his dad might stay with this new woman for like a month until he gets bored or the money runs out and dumps her.

stepbrother!megumi whose eyes subtly light up as soon as you walk into your new shared room with him.

stepbrother!megumi who didn’t say word. he didn’t introduce himself or even ask for your name, but he helped you move your very limited stuff inside.

stepbrother!megumi finally speaks to you after a week of silence. he asks for your name. it actually shifts into a full conversation. he’s never enjoyed talking in the past, but it feels easy with you.

stepbrother!megumi finds himself smiling as you two bond over shared music tastes, movies, and books. he’s never felt so comfortable around someone before.

stepbrother!megumi who is of age, but he’s not old enough to drink yet. when he learns your a bartender, he starts coming to the bar.

stepbrother!megumi has a stamp on the back of his hand, marking him as a client to not serve alcohol to, but that’s okay. he’s not there to drink anyway.

stepbrother!megumi who watches you work while sipping on water all night. he just wants to make sure nothing happens to you during your shift.

stepbrother!megumi doesn’t hesitate to grab up the first guy who tries to hit on you and gets too handsy. this isn’t megumi’s first fight. he’s been taking down bullies since elementary, but he’s never been in a fight as an adult.

stepbrother!megumi gets put in cuffs that night as an all out bar fight starts after he handled the guy who tried to touch you.

stepdad!toji who mockingly chuckles as you two watch stepbrother!megumi be released from jail the next morning. it took toji pulling a few strings, but the charges were dropped.

stepdad!toji’s laugh vanishes as he watches the way your arms wrap around megumi. his jaw clenches as he sees his son return the affectionate embrace.

stepdad!toji doesn’t believe in god because what kind of god would make him want to compete with his son… for his own stepdaughter.

do you trust me enough for a part three..?

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah @iamrgo

[the-hwaelweg]

🎶 If you don't send the UK a UK price they won't sell your book 🎶

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, switch choso, cunnīlingus, praise, messy eating, pussy-drunk choso, fīngering, spīt, mdni.

choso who drools the second he sees your pussy for the first time.

spreading your legs apart into a deadly ‘v’ was nearly just enough to send him over the edge. no panties, just a dangerously slick drippin’ cunt right before his very eyes. “s- she’s so wet,” he’d gruff out, wide bronzed irises staring straight up close. a greedy thumb of choso’s slopes its way down your slobbering-coated slit that instantly soaks his fingerprint with sticky sap. you could hear choso thickly swallow as his middle finger greets itself, dragging a line down your slavering pussy. only about a tiny portion of his digits eased its way inside but you already felt each bottoming inside.

“f… fuuuck,” the lump in his throat tightens the moment you paw a hand near the top of his head. his usual ponytails were all ruffled and shaggy. tears of muggy sweat pour near the corners of his forehead before he deeply sighs. a low sigh, a sigh of hunger, a sigh of utter crave. once he spots your cheeky grin through glassy peripherals, choso can’t help but swirl his thumb around your clit - creating a shape of a heart with the pad of his plump digit. oh- your pussy already had him in love. “so pretty. ‘s like a flower, baby.”

“don’t be shy,” you’d whisper in an airy voice, almost choking from your own quickened breaths. as your tummy cowardly tucks inward from the gaping exhales you were holding in, you spread your puffy folds apart with two twinned fingers before humming. “give it a ‘lil kiss choso. it’s okay.”

“mhm,” he grumbles, inching his perfectly parted lips against your heat. choso could already feel his mouth watering once the smell aerated against both of his nostrils. he was salivating already, thirsting for just a single taste.

it was just the way you slowly spread your pretty lower lips wide, giving him a nice long-lasting show of your pulsating clit right before his very eyes. “you’re pretty but even prettier down here, god-,” he’d groan through gritted teeth. pressing his lips against your leaky entrance, strings of clear saliva glosses on his mouth and it’s oh-so sensuous.

it even makes choso moan the second he hears the wet ‘mwah’ stamp against your inner folds.

he’s heavily drooling now, and once you feel his two bare hands softly claw at each curving point of your hips - you see that feral look in his eyes.

“jus’ lie back baby,” and needy irises flicker back up toward you as he speaks. after getting a single lick - a mere kiss of your cunt, he’s hungry for more. “let me have a-” and he pauses, giving your cunt another sloppy kiss. “—taste . . pleeease.”

once he’s buried between your legs, there’s no prying him off.

choso’s blindly enamored by your rich flavor, especially allured by the strong aroma that makes his hips ferociously buck against the edge of the bed.

with a brief sniff, he then starts to smear the buttony tip of his nose up and down your sloppy cunt. you’re moaning with a hand still propped in his hair, twitching digits tangling through his overgrown jet-black locks. “f- fuck, suck on it choso. like that- mnhg- move your tongue there.”

“mmf- okay,” and his plump lips suffocate right against your tender peered nub. a tongue tickles its way against the spongy texture and he feels your thighs squeeze around him. it’s cute.

inky lashes flapped, tickling at your skin as you writhed from the swirling movements of letters ‘n shapes all created from his tongue.

frantically, it goes in various curious directions, and you could feel choso’s raspy breaths fan against your cunt. his puckered lips curve into an oval-like ‘o’ before he starts to french-kiss all over your sappy entrance.

it’s messy - then again so was he..

choso’s repetitive strained whimpers competed with each wet slosh after slosh that sobbed down from between your pudgy folds.

glittery colorless gloss coats his lips naturally and you watch as his thin brows twist into a needy furrow. “haven’t . . eaten all day, ‘s jus’ what i- hah, needed,” he starts to ramble, and you moan once the bridge of his scarred nose zigzags its way down your drooling slot.

the entire bridge gets coated with your slick - and he only wants more.

choso’s starting to thrust his hips against the edge of the bed faster, and it’s a loud grunt that creaks from the splitting aged wood.

he’s hips were maddened - his lengthy tongue that was runnin’ circles around your pulsating clit was enough to get him off.

and you did because you hear the sweetened “o- oh fuck,” scurry away from his lips the exact second he feels it.

his boner . . it happily introduces itself by prodding at the middle tent of his fleecy briefs. choso hisses with his teeth lovingly nipping at your pussy, slurping up his saliva that dribbles past the corners of his mouth.

it’s slickly sheeny - a perfect streaming coat that falls between the indenting cracks of his reddened lips.

as your fingers remain tangled through his matted strands, you start to move his head against your cunt - guiding him to eat you in a more nasty fashion.

with one hand, you’re making choso’s head rock between your legs as your tummy heaves inward once more. slowly, you even start to sensually sway your hips against his mouth.

glancing down with a heavy sigh escaping from your lungs, you spot choso. not just him but the pussy-drunk grin that’s lewdly stretching at each side of his lips. “mmmh. use my mouth- keep doin’ that baby, fuh- fuuuck,” and a bit of drool starts to rain down the middle part of his chiseled chin.

choso’s completely lost between your legs, and he steadily pulls out his lanky middle finger.

it was still snugly fit inside your cunt before with a soaking ‘pop!’ sound it sees its way out between your drenched slot. choso’s bottom lip quivers as he breaks away from your gluey thighs for just a brief second—bringing his slick-covered digit toward his lips before slurping your mess clean. he stares you dead in the eyes while he does so too, and not once does that cunt-drunk simper falter from his lips.

you’ve got him whipped.

although once choso’s parted lips attach back to your clit you end up letting off a cute squeal. it’s more of a defeated battle cry. a defeated battle whine. “a- ah!” you whimper, locking your legs around his neck. choso’s secured with the warmth of your thighs before muffling moans against your pussy.

you’re fully soaked now, ogling down openly at the lower part of his face that was entirely painted with your translucent honeyed slick. with muscles tightening and a coil finally snapping within you, you end up cumming - hard.

choso’s sloppily thrusting the pointed tip of his tongue in and out of your pussy before he notices. the taste that’s finally cascading on his famished buds. with glued-shut eyes, he slows his tongue work before groaning against your convulsing flesh.

“ ‘m cummin’ cho— fuuuck,” you’d whine out in an elongated four-second mewl. your mouth dramatically grows agape with your jaw hanging as he’s still lapping you clean.

the squelches only got louder - and choso’s still pathetically rolling his hips against the edge of the bed.

your pleasure got him off, and it’s not even seconds later before he gasps. a grey wet patch ends up dampening the center of his bulky boxers and he pouts. “s- shit,” he glances down in cute shame, letting off a groan once his hand swipes itself across his huge bulge.

it stuck out greatly against the thinly made fabric, and the thought of being inside of you was probably about to make him shoot blanks. choso’s droopy eyes focus back towards you and he looks down between your thighs.

a perfect, slick mess. his perfect, slick mess.

a fat thumb snakes its way down your sappy slit before he glances back up at you one more time. with an abrupt ‘pft!’ choso spits on your pussy, hearing a moan follow out from you seconds later. a string glimmer in the light once it runs past his lips, only for him to lap it up with a risqué kiss. “c- choso.” you’d huff out breathlessly, weak fingers releasing its grip from between his hair.

but right before you could get a second word in, you’re suddenly flipped over. you lightly land on your bare tummy and let off a sheepish giggle. feverish hot breath ghosts against your ass and you gasp once you feel choso’s rough hands grab your hips up.

he’s making you arch - face down, ass up and you could feel the cold, hungry stare zero down your spine.

“shhhh,” he’d grumble, and your left ass cheek was met with a smack. it makes you moan, and as you’re bent over, choso can’t help but enjoy the weeping, wet view that pours down your exposed cunt.

leaning up close, he lolls out his tongue alllll the way, slowly licking from top to bottom before making you press your head firmly into your pillow.

“ ‘m not…done, still fuckin’ hungry, baby. now be a good girl ‘n keep the arch while i eat, h- heh.”