#Does this make any sense my mind is vibrating this show is ALL about *wanting*

[erisenyo]

Having thoughts about Blue Eye Samurai and desire, like this whole entire show is about wanting. Desire is presented as a means of self-awareness and self-knowledge. Who you are is someone who wants, and turning away from your secret lusts is an act of self-deception. It's turning away from your *self* and therefore putting you at war with yourself.

But we also see desire as a tool. Your desires wielded against you, your desires the means by which others can access and gain power, your wanting opening you up to be used by the object of your want. Knowing your desires means someone knows you in ways they can use, if your desires are overpowering enough to make you so singularly focused on them.

And yet muddled desires or misdirected wanting opens one up to aimlessness, to time and effort wasted, to being a piece in the game rather than a player.

Desire is a clarifying, motivating purpose. Recognizing your true desire gives you direction and momentum and moves you from passive reactivity to action, to agency. Singular, overwhelming, crystalline desire for revenge powers Mizu through every challenge. It is the source of Mizu's strength and when it is known it is what allows Mizu's enemies to set traps, to counterplan, to escape when otherwise they'd be caught.

Feel desire. Feel it strongly and deeply and powerfully and with overwhelming force. Feel your desire in every step and breath and moment, until it's all you are, and never show it until you absolutely have to, until you can't hold it back anymore and it explodes out of you.

This show is insane.

[p1utofairy]

★ how will people feel about you going public with your fp?

NOTE: for entertainment purposes only. take what resonates & leave what doesn't. ⭐️ i always appreciate the feedback so don't be shy. MWAH. enjoy!

PILE 1.

i feel like this relationship is going to cause quite a stir, pile 1. the energy is giving “that should be me!” lmao some people are really going to be mad as fuck. your person is going to treat you like an absolute queen and i’m hearing people scoff like “UGH!” which is crazy cause you might not even know these people, but y’alls relationship evokes this energy out of them. you (or possibly your fp) might have a narcissistic ex lurking in the shadows who constantly watches your social media & keeps tabs on y’alls relationship. it’s really weird, EW. they feel like they didn’t have you the way your person does, and it makes them really fucking jealous – it’s honestly absurd.

they fumbled you and they’re really going to regret it!especially because of how well your fp treats you & prioritizes your relationship. this ex has a BIG ass ego like the way they make everything about themselves is insane?! this person could be a fire sign – i’m picking up on some leo energy. they’re in disbelief that you moved on from them, and found someone wayyyy better that fulfills you in so many ways that they couldn’t possibly measure up to. they might create fake pages or reach out to you repeatedly trying to win you back over…it’s shameful honestly. from the outside looking in, your relationship with your fp is going to look so lowkey + private yet so warm + stable. you or your fp could have scorpio/taurus placements, but i just feel like neither of you are the type to post every single thing you do together on social media but people will know that’s YOUR FP, YOUR FP, YOUR FP! like don’t play!

y’all will make it very known that y’all are a couple, but people will not be all up in the mix because y'all simply don’t want them to be. they’ll see little hints and clues that you’re off the market, but this relationship is for you two, not everyone else. i can see you both posting things like holding hands, dinner dates, taking long walks together, an off guard while one of you is doing something, etc. just cute moments that only show a small glimpse of the immense love you two share on a day to day basis.

PILE 2.

were you split between choosing this pile and pile 1 lol? if so, check out pile 1 as well! there might be some messages in there for you too. now anyways, i’m ngl this is giving me single era vibes. you might have options and even if you don’t…you’re like “is any person really worth going public with?” LOL i get it, i really do. you’re very cautious and want to make sure that you’re not wasting your time on a relationship that you know might not last in the long run – you’d rather save yourself the embarrassment.

if you went public with someone…that means you really are committed like they REALLYYYYY won you over because you don’t pop out with just anybody! it takes a lot of effort to keep your attention, let alone gain your trust to be in a public relationship. i actually think your content with being by yourself right now. of course, you want a partner who can provide you with the best and also be loyal and committed to you.

however, you're willing to wait for that one person instead of wasting your time on others who don't meet those standards. OOOOO did some of my fellow saturnians choose this pile? this energy is amazing like seriously i’m so proud of you! you’re doing the inner work and it’s genuinely going to pay off in the long run. you’re cultivating your own happiness and building up your self-confidence. because of that, you’re going to attract a like-minded partner. you will have your desired reality, pile 2! you don’t live your life based on society’s standards and expectations. you’re on a different vibration and are attracting love, prosperity and abundance towards yourself effortlessly because you refuse to settle for less and put yourself in a box.

i know this reading is about how people will feel about you going public with you fp, but you genuinely don’t give a fuck what people think lol. people won’t even be able to form a proper opinion, because you are genuinely on a different level. i randomly just heard that one nicki minaj video when she’s like “BROKE PPL SHOULD NEVER LAUGH!” lmfaooooo i’m sorry but yeah! once you get everything you always said you would, including your fp, people are gonna be real silent no shade.

PILE 3

um pile 3 why is this energy a bit messyyyy, hold awn?! your relationship with your future partner might be different from what you perceive, or at least that’s how the public views it. take that with a grain of salt, but i feel like this relationship is going to have its ups and downs and it’s going to reflect on y’alls social medias.

you or your future partner might be the type to get emotional and act out by reposting different quotes on your IG story or tiktoks that relate to your situation, might even go as far as posting cryptic messages to allude that you two are on the outs. you and your fp know how to push each other’s buttons, and it honestly can get petty between you both. someone is not fully healed from their previous relationship in this connection & the unresolved baggage is carrying over into this one. idk, pile 3. for some of you this could be a karmic relationship and for others of you this could be baggage on your end that you need to work through in order for you to be in a stable relationship.

there seems to be a lot of wishy-washy energy, and people might perceive your relationship as having a 'one minute they're together, the next minute they're not' type of vibe. also, i’m picking up on a third-party situation where either you or your partner is keeping someone on the back burner without completely closing the door.

honestly, people might be amused by this and say things like, 'OMG, go check [Y/N]’s IG story and go see what [Y/FP] posted,' which only fuels the mind games being played. ultimately, i think this relationship will teach you about healthy boundaries and what you are and aren’t willing to tolerate, especially in public. it’s messy because this third party keeps interfering and amplifying the situation to make it worse. the ball is ultimately in your court, pile 3. you’ll know what to do.

[grimesgirll]

Hi, can you write a smut where Rick has prosthesis (like in The Ones Who Live) and he uses his amputated hand to fuck the reader? Pretty please

“honey, you’re gonna have to keep it down.”

you want to scream. “i’m trying.”

a look as dark as his prosthetic washes over rick. “well, you’re gonna have to try harder, sweetheart, because this is pathetic.”

you know that you need to shut up. you’re practically belting out for everyone - including your commanding officers - to hear. how do you keep the volume down when a state of the art human prosthetic is poking and prodding the pleasure out of you though?

it’s an impossible feat with rick and his military grade finger toying with your cunt. your lips can’t help but overflow with sweet, carnal yearnings for him, not when he’s down there cooing sweet praises into your clit himself.

“so wet down here, baby, does this thing really get you goin’?” to emphasize his point, rick twists a bionic finger inside of you.

“yes,” you’re trying to whisper quietly.

“tight little thing, fuck,” rick comments, plugging you with another unyielding digit.

“shit!”

“hey,” rick chides in that forbidding tone. chilled blue eyes bore into yours. “keep it down or the fingers come out of your pretty little cunt.”

understanding, you nod. “i won’t do it again,” you promise, plump lips pleading your case.

“better not,” your superior agrees and sinks further to his knees to land between your shaking, soft thighs.

like a soldier embarking on a mission, rick dutifully positions himself, fingers and tongue, between your folds and makes you forget where you are for a hot second.

rick’s skilled mouth is more of an escape than you could’ve dreamed off. laving up and down your clit like your pussy is nothing more than the world’s most delicious piece of candy. “sweet girl,” he praises to prove it and all you can do is clutch his bronzed curls.

you’re covered in sweat by this point. rick is straight abusing your poor little pussy and your patience. bleary eyed, you’re gripping onto the sheets and grasping at any chance to ground yourself and not buck up into rick’s face. every groan of his vibrates straight into your tight, slick hole.

that hot blinding second catches up to you again and your cunt is spasming around the finger finishing you off.

“rick, rick,” you chant in a low whimper, gyrating your hips against your fellow officer’s stubble.

“you love clenchin’ down nice and tight, huh?” he questions.

the red painting your face doesn’t embarrass you long as the pleasure and pressure, complimenting and contrasting each other comes to a toe curling conclusion. the fireworks rick is setting off in your nether region manifest all over his face and in the delightful overtone settling into your senses.

flushed from build up and the break down, your legs are still moving on their own. those fat, artificial fingers and his godlike tongue aren’t enough. now you need to feel him pressed flush against you and your body knee deep in the mattress.

you nearly throw yourself at him when he rises from the bed and begins buckling his pants again.

“please!” you’re on the verge of tears. “you can’t just leave me like this. without even offering to fuck me!”

your fellow soldier raises an eyebrow at you. “leave you like what? having come twice? is that so awful?”

not caring about your lack of gratitude, you return his irritated demeanor and kick your feet at him lightly. before you know it, he’s grasping a foot and bringing it up to your shin, crossing it and hovering over you.

“you couldn’t be quiet enough to take my cock.”

“i promise i would be!”

“you almost woke up all of base just from my fingers.”

whimpering, you refuse to take no for an answer. “there has to be something i can do to change your mind,” you ponder allowed, wondering what rick is cooking up when he’s suddenly meeting your glance again with a smug look.

“why don’t you show me how bad you need me, sweetheart?”

[dulcewrites]

Fool Me Once (part 4)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (wc: 4.5k)

Summary: Your paranoia spikes as the safety of your children is put into question. Familiar faces come to King’s Landing as the fight for power continues to grow.

A/N: When I posted the first part, I had no idea this would be the response i get, let alone that I would be making multiple parts. I’m so grateful for all the support I have gotten, and I hope to keep writing hotd stuff y’all enjoy. This part will span events that happened in ep 8 of the show. Ep 9 and 10 will be part 5 🫶🏽🫶🏽. Hope y’all like it, and PLEASE come talk to me. Love chatting about fmo

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You tried to make it to your chambers without disturbing the party. Your father seemed confused by you sudden departure after Jayne pulled you away from him.

Ser Quinton insisted going into the chambers before you. There was a sick part of you that hoped she was in there. Waiting for Aemond; or better yet, waiting for you. At least if you saw her, you would feel less… mad. The descent to insanity may be held off by finally putting a face to worst time of your life. You think about the knife trick Quinton had taught you, and if he was right when he said it led to a slow death.

Your bottom lip wobbles when you walk into the room and see red. Alaric’s cot is smeared with blood. Whoever did this did not go to his nursery, they came here knowing you also have a place for him when he is extra restless in the night.

Quinton gives you a look. He can tell you are about to panic and reaches out for your arm. Lord Larys stands there, a dubious look on his face.

“You know it is quite rude to leave you own party. Mother told me to come get you,” Aegon strolls in casually with a lazy smile, and goblet in his hand. His smile falters when he sees the blood and the look on your face. “Seven Hells.”

“We need to tell the Queen,” Quinton pipes up after a beat of silence.

Your mind strays to what Alicent could have said to her son. What Aemond could have said to Alys. The woman that have haunted your thoughts for moon now being in Red Keep… in the room where you rest your head.

You look down at the bloody box, your hands stained red. Time seems to slow down and speed up as you think of what to do.

“This is your house sigil,” you turn to Larys ignoring Quinton’s request. “She was here. That bastard witch was here. She touched my child’s things.”

There’s a vibrating anger that courses through your body. It was not good enough to have your husband, or carry his child. Now she must resort to messing your child, to trying to goad you into a something.

Well, if that is was she wants…

Lord Larys raises a single brow, looking at the box quizzically. A normally self assured and smarmy man just as put out as you. “Maybe we should follow Ser Quinton’s idea by telling Queen Alicent.”

“Tell me what? The feast is about to start.”

Alicent’s rich tone cut through the room, and the four of you turn towards the chamber doors.

“What is all of this,” she gets a familiar furrow in her brow when she sees the blood stained box in your hands. Her doe eyes going from you, to her son, to Quinton, then to Larys before landing on the bloodied cot near the bed.

Alicent rushes into the room, and over to you. You watch as her face falls when she sees Strong sigil edtched in the box and Alaric’s blanket.

“This does not make any sense,” she mutters, shaking her head.

Your eyes flicker quickly over to Aegon, who has an I told you so look on his face. It sets in that any possible reprimand that Alicent gave Aemond was also met with giving him a chance to repair the situation. He had a chance to make a choice, and still chose wrongs. Your imbecile husband.

It is almost a joke at this point. He must really enjoy making you look foolish. That is the only explanation. Before you ask Alicent what she said to him during their talk, a flash of silvery hair at the door catches your eye.

There had been times you thought about killing Aemond. A slip of poison in the goblet, or smothering him with a pillow. Even more lately since you two share a room again. Not ideas you were ever proud of, especially when you thought about your children not having their father in their lives. Living with the grief of a dead father the rest of their lives.

But there’s something about this moment that makes you think you and your kids would be just fine without him. Just fine away from all these people.

“What is going on,” Aemond cautiously walks in, clearly apprehensive of the collection of people in the room. “Your parents are asking for us.”

“Aemond, you should go ba-,” Alicent starts. She is using the voice you have heard her put on when speaking to members of court. Collected and stern.

“This is your fault,” your voice trounces out hers. You move past Alicent and throw the box at his feet. “Your whore left us a gift.”

Aemond leans down to look at Alaric’s blanket. His shoulders stiffening instantly when he sees the box. He looks over at his mother. You have learned that they have their own little language through looks. A connection that can only be expected through mother and child. It only infuriates you more.

“She would not do this.”

Aemond shakes his head in disbelief, and you throw your hands up in frustration. The blood from them now starting to stain your dress. Your favorite purple dress tainted.

“Is her cunt so magical that it is making you blind in both eyes,” you hiss. “She came into this room, and soaked your son’s blanket in blood. Gods know whose blood.”

“My wife-“

You hold a hand up to stop him.

“You have already shown you have no respect for me, but if you think I am going to let your love affair with her effect my children, you are more foolish than I thought.”

Your eyes drifts down the small dagger around his waist. One slit to the throat is all you need. There’s a strange sense of adrenaline that runs through you.

A blood lust.

“We need to all keep our composure, fighting will do no good,” Alicent steps in between you two. “…. And we must remember our stations.”

She eyes you when she says the last part of the sentence.

“Before we jump to any other conclusions, let’s get one of the maidservants to clean this room up, and I’ll see to it that extra guards are sent to all the living quarters. We will discuss how to go forward after the feast.”

Alicent grabs Aemond’s arm in an attempt to pull him out of the room. Your vision blurs with anger. Jump to conclusions? Playing coy and hurt has gotten you nowhere. Your mother was wrong all those years ago; keeping your head is not the always answer.

“That is not going to work my Queen,” Alicent turns back around with a frustrated look in her eyes. “This a threat towards Alaric. And your son’s disrespect of his marriage is directly responsible; what other conclusion is there?”

She sighs before walking back over to you. Alicent takes your hand softly and lays the other over yours.

“Sweetling, do not let jealousy cloud your judgment,” the sweet tone of her voice makes your throat tight. “Anger will not change what happened.”

There is something about the way she is looking at you that reminds of when you used to go hunting with your father. A hobby you hated, but were forced to do when you were younger. You are the doe or wild sheep being toyed with before being slaughtered. Made submissive once the chase is too much to bear.

She hopes you will eventually grow tired of running. That you will take each blow gracefully… Just like she has, just like is expected of a dutiful wife. Is that not what sacrifice is; to become a cold carcass for the dragons to feed on.

Even with people on your side in the room, you have never felt so alone.

“He’s your grandson,” there’s a desperation in your voice that makes you feel so small. Your eyes move past her to Aemond. “He is your blood.”

Your husband is the one that set this all into motion, and you still have to be the one the beg for sympathy. Sympathy for you, and for your children.

“You know I would not want anything to happen to him,” Aemond addressed you with a low voice. Alicent nods in agreement. You bite your tongue that you taste blood.

“Fine, if you both want to make this right, we can do this my way,” you return the farcical sweet voice.

Alicent’s brown eyes darken a bit. As if she knows where you are going with this. You let go of her hand to turn towards Ser Quinton and Lord Larys.

“I want her gone… permanently.”

Quinton’s eyes widen a bit. There had been hushed whispers in the past. Funnily enough, your chivalric knight had the same idea Aegon did. Kill her before it gets too far.

“Sweet daughter, you are not thinking clearly,” the desperation that was once in your voice has now transferred to Alicent’s.

“She made a threat against the son of a Prince of the Realm. That is treason, and calls for punishment.”

“That is enough,” Aemond raises his voice. An unwavering glare pointed on your direction. “This discussion is over.”

You stare in disbelief as he walks out the room. Alicent looks as if she wants to say something, but just sighs and follows her son out. Lord Larys does not even give you a glance as we walks by, trying to catch up to Alicent. Silence permeates in the room, as you stare at the door. Foolishly expecting one of them to turn back around.

“We can figure something out,” Aegon finally speaks up.

A lump grows in your throat. You look down at the dried blood on your hands and dress.

“Give me the room please,” you mutter to him and Quinton. Neither of them move. “I need to change. Just please go.”

Your voice cracks at the end. They both have seen you cry before, more times than you are proud of. But there is something different about this time. More painful; more humiliating. You do not want to be seen this way.

“I will be outside if you need me,” Quinton says softly.

When the door finally shuts, your legs give out from under you. A sob caught in your throat as you take in the room. Your watery eye land on the chest full of dresses. Some a deep red, others vivid green. Pristine and pressed.

Your life sullied… just like your favorite purple dress.

The feast goes as expected. People dote on Daella and Alaric. Aemond and Alicent keep their distance; Alicent spares you sympathetic glances when she thinks you are not looking. Your mother does not seem to pick up on your discomfort. Your father, on the other hand, continues to give you puzzled looks throughout. Especially when you came back in a different dress.

There was a rush of relief that follows when your father suggest the children visiting your home. Anything that gets you away from King’s Landing is welcomed. Even if it is for a short time.

Your worries seems to get push to the side when news of Lord Corlys Velaryons declining health hits the Red Keep. The Queen, who already spends her days caring for a sick king, must now concern herself with the issues that arise from a sick lord.

Daella and Alaric have not left you sight. Much to her surprise and enjoyment, you even joined Daella in the Dragonpit and in the library for her lessons. The constant vigilance extends to them coming with you to the Grand Sept.

Jayne keeping them company, and Quinton watching on as you kneel in front of the candles.

There is so much for you to pray for, you do not know where to begin. Before you eyes can flutter shut, a voice interrupts you.

“I was hoping to find you here,” the familiar deep timber of Lord Hightower’s voice.

He kneels beside you with a gruff groan. Otto Hightower is not a man you speak with often, and by choice. An intimating man through and through.

“I am glad to see you are well,” he starts blowing out one of the incense sticks. “Especially after what happened at the feast.”

As Hand of the King, and now acting in place of Viserys as his health declines, it should not surprise you he knows. It is his job to know everything, but mentions of your behavior still makes you shift nervously.

“It is a shamed. What bullishness can bring; Aemond has always been too proud for his own good, even when wrong.”

You furrow your eyes, and turn to look at him as he continues.

“You and your children are very important to this family, especially now,” he says softly.

He means your money is important to him. He means the fleet that sits on the outside west of Westeros is important to him.

“So, if you still want that problem taken care of permanently. There are those that would be happy to find her and do that.”

Talk of murder in the sept… the irony is not lost on you. Killing Alys means possibly murdering a child. It was one the reasons why you felt so guilty about what happened at the feast. Larys had told you sick rumors, one about what she does to her children. Though your expectation of her are low, you can not imagine even her doing such heinous things. Her state leaves you utterly confused.

Your silence seems to give him all the answers he needs.

“I will leave you to your prayers,” Otto starts to get up.

Alaric’s babbling grows as Daella rubs his head while Jayne holds him. Your babies.

You grab Otto’s hand before he can fully get up.

“After the deed is done, bury her near Harrenhal. Let her be on her ancestral home,” you say lowly, eyes trained on your children before flittering over to his.

Otto gives you a head and a smile before getting up.

Targaryens take care of their own. It is time you do the same. The Mother will understand.

Aemond is tense, even more than usual. At first you thought he knew. That maybe he could smell the anguish on you. The suspicions of him knowing about you giving his grandsire the go ahead diminished when you learned that Rhaenyra and her family were coming back to the Red Keep.

With the Driftmark claim up in the air, the castle is expecting many visitors.

A part of you can not blame Aemond for being on guard. The history between the other side of his family is bad for obvious reasons. There will also be a divide and uneasy feeling now.

It is the anxious feeling that washes over when you see Prince Daemon walking towards you. Instinctively clutch Alaric closer to you, bouncing him as he begins to fuss. With all the self-assurance in the world, there is something eye catching about the bravado Daemon Targaryen has. His confidence would be a trait you admired if it did not often go hand in hand with his arrogance.

The last time you saw the Prince was at your wedding. A surprise to everyone, especially Alicent and Viserys. The joy Viserys showed when seeing his brother dimmed when Daemon made it clear he was not staying afterwards. Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena, his daughters, sending well wishes and gorgeous jewelry. Pearls from the Driftmark Seas and rubies earrings that you are sure from Pentos. Your family frequented Pentos during the summers when you were younger, the three of you crossing paths briefly during that time.

His appearance at your wedding was a confusing to both Aemond and you, especially since he came alone. No Rhaenyra in sight. A crude choice on the princess’ part your mother remarked.

“Ah there is my niece and my grandnephew,” his smile is bright. Brighter than you expected considering why he is here, and the state his brother is in.

You were expecting a cold reception, one to the match the treatment they received. You exchanged a knowing look with Aegon when all of you were told not to greet them on their arrival.

A fake smile fights to replace the furrowed look on your face.

“Prince Daemon, I hope your trip from Dragonstone was well,” you catch how his eyes instantly go to Alaric in your arms. The Godswood is quiet except for you two, and the sound of chirping birds.

“Would have been smoother on dragon back,” he shrugs. “I am glad to see all is well.”

He holds his arms out expectedly. You blink at him, and his blinks back; realizing he is not one to back down, you gently hand over Alaric. Alaric tiny hand reaches out to touch the shiny material of Daemon’s coat.

Daemon resolves brightens even more when Alaric is placed in his arms. You know him and Rhaenyra have had children, with one on the way. You wonder if that positive disposition has been shown to Baela and Rhaena. Or even to Rhaenyra’s other children.

“He looks like his father,” he gives you a sly smile. This time you can not try to muster up a fake smile. “How is he, your husband?”

He is goading you. Even from the handful of times you have been around Daemon, you know he likes playing these games. Riddles and leg pulling; he likes knocking people on their asses. It is the warrior in him.

“He is doing well,” short and sweet, the best way to go you think. Daemon gives you smirk in return. As if in his head, he is laughing at a joke that you are clearly not in on. You tilt your head in confusion.

“That is good to hear,” he does nothing to squash the curious look on your face. The uneasiness comes back. Thankfully before it can go any further, Helaena calls your name from across the garden, stating that Daella wanted to show you something. You can tell by the smile she gives you, it is a lie. You are once again reminded of why you are eternally grateful to call her sister.

“Duty calls.”

His tone is light but his eyes say something more. What they say is something you are still unsure of. He hands Alaric back to you. As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on your back.

The fleeting happiness you got from seeing Baela and Rhaena came to a screeching halt once the petitions are heard the Great Hall.

Who held the throne of Driftmark after Lord Corlys eventually passes was of no consequences. Everyone knew this was for something bigger. To call Lucerys Velaryon’s claim into question meant calling his mother’s as well. There was a sense of disappoint that tugs at you when the doors swept open to show a hunched, and rotting Viserys. His ability to prioritize Rhaenyra over his other children should not surprise you, but as a mother it still makes you upset. You can’t imagine not fiercely defending both of your kids equally. You see the looks on Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena’s faces; it tells you everything, more than the look on Rhaenyra’s.

You raise a brow at Rhaena from across the room when her grandmother announces her and her sister’s betrothals. She shrugs back at you. You want to let out a sardonic laugh. Another generation of girls bound by what good for their parents, bound by what will be good for others.

Thoughts are broken by Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s angry words ringing out. His actions may not be what you have done, but you understand his ire. There is a irony to House Targaryen, one that fiercely protects its own blood to the point of incest, snuffing out another house.

Daemon has a look in his eye. Much like the one he gave you when he asked about Aemond. He is itching for a reason to say or do something. Vaemond gives the perfect opportunity.

Loud gasp fall over the Great Hall when Vaemond body and head hit the ground… separate from each other. Both Helaena and you instinctively turn away in shock. You do not consider yourself a squeamish person, but there is something about it that makes your stomach churn. Aemond’s hand goes to yours, and he squeezes it. You can’t remember the last time you two have held hands.

It could be the obviously grotesque nature of it all. Or how inconsequential lives seem to those who get in the way of this family. It makes you think of Alys. Are you like that now? Years of being in this family making it easy for you to digest moving pieces on a board?

Vaemond’s body gets carried out, with Rhaenys following closely behind. The Queen Who Never Was; life riddled with loss, and now her good brother can be added to the list. You wait for Aemond to let go of your hand, but once Rhaenyra and Alicent finish watching Viserys leave the Great Hall, she sets her eyes on you.

“I was hoping we could have tea,” she eyes Aemond who makes no effort to move from semi in front of you.

Rhaenyra is a hard person to say no to, and she clearly knows it. So, when you simply nod, she gives you smile. She holds out her arm for you to take it. As you two walk out of the Great Hall, you look back. You expect to see Aemond or Aegon looking at you, but instead your eyes catch Alicent’s.

A sad look of longing etched into her pretty face.

“They are darling,” Rhaenyra remarks in a hushed tone as you two watch Daella interact with little Aegon and Viserys. Alaric resting near the two of you.

Jayne had made sure tea and mini tarts had been brought to the Princess’ chambers.

“I am secretly hoping this one is a girl.”

She smiles softly at you, rubbing her swollen belly. You know she must crave that bond between mother and daughter, especially after the untimely death of her own.

“I was surprised you wanted to have tea,” the small talk was sweet, but you knew it was leading to something else. Your walls up even more after your conversation with her husband.

“I was worried that you might have took me not coming to your wedding as… a slight on you,” she starts. “That was never the case. I just felt that it would be best for me and my children to stay away.”

Outside of the snide comment made my your mother and Alicent, her absence did not concern you. You keep that you think Aemond was happy she was not there to yourself. It had been years, and you could count on one hand how many times you thought about it.

“Jacaerys was quite upset with me,” she laughs a bit. “I think he wanted to see if it was actually happening. Uncle Aemond getting married to pretty girl from court.”

You did not return the laugh. You knew little of her oldest boys, the only things you have heard came from Aemond and Aegon. Not positive representations you are sure.

“As we move past that, I want to say that if you need anything, I am here. If you need any help… any advice or a place to stay. You are welcome at Dragonstone.”

The words make your wandering eyes snap to hers. Rhaenyra gives you a look. The Realm’s Delight sitting across from you in all her glory. Her form of intimidation is different from her husband or her half brothers. A presence that is hard to come by, and even more difficult to replicate.

They know.

You don’t know how, but they do. They are dangling it in front of your face. Taunting you, and your crumbling marriage. Showing weakness at this point will do you no good, not until you have proof or an explanation.

“Thank you Princess,” you lean over to pick up Alaric gently. You need to get out of here. “If I need any advice on fickle men, I will come to you. I know have your fair share of experience with that.”

Rhaenyra’s confident look flatters a bit. She hums softly.

“Daella love, let us go see how grandmother is doing,” you pick an excuse to leave. The mention of Alicent makes Rhaenyra frown. Her light eyes darkening with sadness.

As you leave the the Princess’ chambers, it comes to you. How the hell did Aemond and Alys even meet?

You have seen first hand that being around her grandchildren is the only time Alicent happy. Unabashedly sweet and warm; dimples on full display. The two of you had not had a real conversation since the feast, but you knew better than to keep your kids away from their grandmother. It was the quickest way to anger her.

“Rhaenyra would not do that,” her tone reminds you so much of her son. So certain, as if it was an insult to question the virtue of the people they… love. “Maybe she actually wants to help.”

“They both know. I cannot explain it, but they know about Alys or they at least know she was here.”

Her shoulder slump as Alaric reaches out to touch the large seven pointed star dangling from her neck. Alicent’s ability to defend Rhaenyra will always leave you a bit speechless. If one of the boys ever said something disparaging about their half-sister, Alicent was the first to give them a warning look. She was allowed to be upset, they were not. A fractured relationship being held together by longing.

“I understand it…. How hard it is,” you shuffle closer to her. “Having your mind consumed by someone who does not extend that same grace for your feelings.”

“I did not think she would go after the children,” Alicent whispers. “I get why you would want her…”

She trails off. Her big eyes get glassy, and she swallows thickly. She does not say anything as she looks into fire. She reminds you of a painted tapestry. Beautiful and tragic.

“Princess Rhaenyra may not have orchestrated anything. But do we put it past Prince Daemon?”

“We will figure it out,” Alicent says after a bit of silence. “You are right, something is off.”

A thought comes to your mind. “Do you know what Prince Daemon for Aemond as wedding gift?”

Daemon never got you a gift, simply giving you the ones Baela and Rhaena sent. But you vividly remember him getting Aemond something. Alicent thinks for a second for her brows raise in realization.

“A book of stories about warriors from the across the Realm,” how was he putting that to good use, “Oh, a map of the red keep. I silly wedding gift if you ask me.”

She shrugs. Your eyes go to fire to. A map seems inconsequential enough, but as your growing paranoia seeps into everything it becomes clear.

You must find this map.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 5 — Blowjob

Pairing || CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Word Count || Around 1000

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, explicit content/language, pet names, teasing, (secret) blowjob, orgasm denial, throat fucking, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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You knocked on your husband’s office door, entering when he announced to do so. He had a pleasantly surprised expression on his face, not expecting you to visit today, but he glowed when he saw you.

“Hey, honey. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came to say hi.”

You closed and locked the door. A mischievous smirk curved on your lips as you strutted over to the desk where he sat. He leaned back in the seat while licking his lips. Oh, you hadn’t just come to say hello; you’d also come for something else.

“Does my princess want something?”

“She does.”

You placed your palms on his desk as you leaned forward, showing off your cleavage in the low top, making him groan. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” He shut his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows as he lightly tilted his head back. “You know I want to give you everything, princess, but I have an online meeting that starts now. It’s about that important investment, remember?”

“Please.” You batted your eyelashes at him as you tilted your head to the side. “I promise I’ll be quiet.” Truth is, the worry wasn’t you being loud but him. He could never shut up when you sucked him off.

He knew nothing he said would change your mind. You were already insistent on having his cock in your mouth, and you would get your way.

You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk, finding your place between his legs.

You started with palming him through his suit pants, wanting to make him so hard that his cock begged to be freed and sucked.

He was already a groaning mess, and you’d only just started. It made you smirk at the power you held over him.

The laptop sounded that a call was coming through, but he didn’t answer. His senses focused only on your hand that was touching him.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” You chuckled.

“O-oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He panicked for a second and tried to find his calm before he answered. “P-please, baby, be gentle with me.” He pleaded before clearing his throat and pressing to join the call.

You would have to see about the gentle and kind part because you’d come here to wreck and destroy.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Once you heard the men on the other end greet your husband, it was time to get to work.

You undid the pants and took his cock out of its confinements. Your lips parted as you eyed his hard and perfect cock. Of course, it’s not the first time you’ve looked upon it, but it always left you mesmerised.

You zoned out on what the gentlemen said—focusing entirely on the big task at hand.

You peppered his length with kisses and kitten licks, making the man above you suck in a breath. Which made one of the men on the other end stop talking for a second or two before continuing.

God, how you loved being a menace towards your husband.

You traced his thick vein with your broad tongue, which made him shiver in his seat as his leg jerked.

Once you were done teasing and playing around, you took his tip in your mouth and suckled while swiping your tongue on his slit, tasting his precum.

Inch by inch, you took him in your mouth, and once he hit the back of your vibrating throat, he let out a loud groan. You pulled away from him, a smirk on your lips, waiting to see what would happen and if they suspected something.

“James, are you ok?” One of the men asked.

“Y-yeah, sorry, gentlemen. I did an intense workout this morning, and I’ve got cramps in my leg. All good now. Proceed.” They all went back to talking.

You took him in again, but being careful not to go too deep. You hollowed your cheeks and slowly bobbed your head on his cock.

Surprisingly, he was good at keeping quiet. Only a slip of a moan and groan here and there. And when he talked, he sounded relative normal. His voice only strained a little.

Building a delicious momentum, you now quickly bobbed and swirled your head on his slick cock.

Once you sensed he was about to bust, you slowed down, not wanting him to come yet, because where’s the fun in that?

He jerked his hips into your mouth, silently begging for release, but you whispered a no before returning to suck him off again.

Like this, it went on for another 10 minutes. A torturous 10 minutes for your husband, but in the end, he got the deal, and he could now celebrate.

Once he hung up, he pushed his chair out, pulling you with him. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He cradled your head and fucked up into your face, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat.

Now, his moans and groans ran free into the office space as you slobbered all over his cock, making a drooling mess. Your lips were swollen, and your eyes watered as he showed no mercy on your poor throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His tip tickling the back of your throat repeatedly sent him over the edge. He groaned deeply as his cum shot down your throat.

“Fuck.” He rid himself of the aftershocks by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Once he was completely satisfied, he glided you off him. His cock left your mouth with a pop.

He admired your messy state—spit and cum dripping off you.

“Congrats on the deal, babe.” You announced casually like you hadn’t just gotten your throat wrecked.

“Thank you, honey.” He guided your head to his cock again, wanting to celebrate some more.

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Part 4 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Sex?

💙❤️💜🧡🐢

(Side note: mature audiences only & everyone is 18+, when splinter has the talk with them obviously they are younger but everything after that just picture them as 18+ okay!)

How did they learn what sex was? Do they watch/read/view porn? How often? Do they masturbate? How often? Are you their first? Do they use toys? For you or for them? What are they like in bed? How often do y’all do it? Aftercare?

Leonardo💙:

Master splinter sat all his sons down on day to discuss the birds and the bees. Leo was super embarrassed 😳 and felt awkward the whole time, but he tried to be mature about the situation. He was the oldest he had to set an example for his brothers and show his father he was a good team leader.

Leo never really saw a need for porn. He found out at a young age that he was a giver not a receiver. A creator not a consumer. When he watched Master Splinter meditate to one of his audios, he was in awe of how the speaker had complete control over his listeners. No hesitation. He wanted that control over someone. He wanted to gain someone’s trust and fulfill their deepest desires.

Even though Leo doesn’t deal with porn he mastrubates. Every now and then. He doesn’t do it a lot cause he simply isn’t in the mood to satisfy himself. He focuses on more important things like training, his mind, body, and spirit. That sends him on a higher plane than anything else. That is, before he meets you anyway.

You’re his first which is surprising cause he’s so calm, so cool, so collected. He does everything right the first time. He’s just really in tune with his body. He knows what he wants, and he wants to make you feel like you’re in another dimension.

Leo uses toys only to enhance your pleasure. Which in turn enhances his own. He loves to use vibrators or plugs to push you over the edge. Yes he loves to do most of the work himself but he doesn’t mind using a toy or two. He uses things like ribbons, cold metal, candle wax, small whips, rope, and paddles. And anything else he can get his hands on when the time is right. And if you are up for the challenge😏. He will never do something that you aren’t comfortable with. And if you don’t like one thing, he’ll find something else to please you.

Leo is very dominating. But he doesn’t have a god complex, most of the time that is. He will instead treat you like a god/goddess. He will worship you in any way possible. Giving him control over you will always be your choice. Every time he touches you it’s like a wild fire. All his sparks travel to the same place between your legs 🥵. He is only rough if he knows you can take it. He knows what you’re thinking before you can even fathom thoughts. He can sense when you’re ready.

You make love often, but he tries to do it when his brothers aren’t around. You see, he loves the noises you make, but that noise is only meant for the two of you. For aftercare Leo already has anything you need. He’ll make sure you’re clean and comfortable before lulling you to sleep. Sometimes he hum, sometimes he breaths, and sometimes all you can hear is his beating heart as you snuggle into his plastron.

Raphael❤️:

When Master Splinter was having “the talk” with them Raph realized he had already known about some of the things he was discussing. Most of the stuff being said though had to be nonsense so he tried not to listen to it, but it actually ended being useful in the future.

Raph usually grabbed one of Mikey’s porno magazines or if Donnie was out of his lab, he would sneak onto his computer to watch some porn. He didn’t have any of his own media because truth be told he hated it.

Well he hated that he would never find love, even fake unrealistic porn love. No one would ever love him. He would never receive or give love to a special someone 🥺.

He hated mastrubating. He always cleaned up his messes as quickly as possible. He usually pushed down his natural urges with working out. He would lift weights and exercise for hours. Till his muscles ached and his bones felt as if they might break. He pushed down his feelings so far, and built up his walls so much, it’s a wonder how you found him in there again. He’s just a hopeless romantic. Most people think that he was angry at his brothers and the world, but he was angry at himself. He hated himself.

You’re his first. He can’t believe you would trust him. He’s not exactly sure what to do, but he’s gentle. He’s slow he can read your assurance in your eyes. In the way you sound, the way you feel. You are together as one in this moment. He soaks it all in. You’re his. All his. You’re perfect.

Is a do it himself kind of guy 😤. Gets jealous when you do stuff without him. He found one of your toys. You only use them when he’s on an important mission and can’t be there to satisfy you. Besides they’ll never feel as good as him. He decides to punish you with it, but it only makes him see how good toys are. Still he prefers his hands, tongue, and dick to do the fucking.

There is two sides to Raph. Sometimes he likes to grab you by the hair or throat, and bang your lights out. Usually this means he’s letting out suppressed emotions. He’s mad at you, his brothers, or the whole fucking world. His growls and grunts, as well as the sound of wet smacking can be heard through out the lair 🫣. Luckily it somewhat sounds like he’s just working out. You don’t mind this side of Raph. You let him get his emotions out and even though he degrades you he appreciates you so much. Then there is soft and sweet Raph. Sometimes he just wants to see the look on your face when you cum for him. He wants to nuzzle your nose and slowly kiss the marks he’s left on your body from the rough fuck the night before. He wants to savor the moment. He wants to savor you. You trace his scars while he wraps his arms around your soft body.

You have sex sometimes but there’s more to your relationship than hot sex. You guys workout, watch movies, go places, talk, and so much more with each other. Just the two of you. For aftercare he’ll get anything for you. He will first make sure you’re okay. And even though you are dick drunk he can tell by your warm smile that you are fine. He hugs you and wraps you up in one of his home made blankets. He whispers “thank you’s” in your ear. His rough voice vibrates from his chest into you. Soothing your soul. He keeps you there til morning. Yeah you’re not going anywhere. Your his. All his.

Donatello💜:

When Master Splinter told the turtles about sex and bodily changes, Donnie was embarrassed. He could’ve just looked up and learned this all on his own. Still he took note of certain terms and topics so he would be sure to research them throughly later.

Donnie has a file on his computer for his favorite porn videos. It’s a mix of different genres. He always knows when one of his brothers has been on his computer cause they don’t clear the search history.

He mastrubates to clear his head sometimes. Like when he’s working on particular hard project he needs a break. Coffee isn’t the only thing that boosts his energy 🤫. Is terrified someone will walk in on him. Also is terrified that someone will hear. Has wipes and lotion in a locked drawer by his desk.

You’re his first. He thought he knew what he was doing. He did the research. Nonetheless you help each other adjust. It isn’t awkward the whole time. In fact it’s a beautiful rhythm forming a melody together as one.

Loves toys. He even invents new ones for just the two of you. No one knows what they are except him and you. One of his brothers saw one once and Donnie explained it away like nothing🫡. Some of the toys kind of look scary. But they actually just feel good. Loves using vibrators on you.

Sex with Donnie is sweet and heated. It’s not often you make love. He likes sex and you do too but being in his lab and having quality dork time, is what makes you happy. But then again sometimes when you two get the need he’s usually busy, and he doesn’t want to pause his thinking process. But you’re on his mind a lot. You have to lure him out by what ever means. It almost always works. He loves how you remind him that sometimes breaks are okay.

He is the one that needs the aftercare though. After the fun Donnie turns into a sleepy puddle of turtle goo 🫠, and you take care of him. You bring him his favorite comfort things and let him sleep on you. You’re his favorite pillow. His nose twitches as you gently remove his glasses and mask. And you fall asleep soon after him. The weight of him providing a comfy blanket.

Michelangelo🧡:

Master Splinter was out of his mind! There was no way that some of the things he was telling them were real. They were to gross and funny to be. Mikey couldn’t help but laugh out loud when the discussion of where babies come from was brought up 🤣. Splinter frowned at his son, Leo sighed, Donnie blushed, and Raph quite literally knocked some sense into him.

Mikey found these 2000s or 2010s magazines in a dumpster. He loved looking at all the hotties. Gave them names and everything. Put a few of the more clothed ones on his wall. He hides the rest pretty well and he is sure none of his brothers or Master Splinter will ever find them. Gets rid of them when he meets you though, cause you’re his babe.

He literally jerks it like everyday. He is like horny all the time. Girls are just so hot! It’s not his fault. It’s a miracle this man has never been caught. He mostly does it when he’s in bed. Tries to remain quiet so he doesn’t get his dick ripped off by Raph. Raphs already asleep though snoring away or he’s to petrified and disgusted to move, let alone say anything.

You are literally everything that he dreamed of. He gets excited. Maybe too excited. You don’t try and slow down the pace but you keep it from going any further. You’re amazing! So so hot. You’re surprised he hasn’t gotten in anyone else’s pants. He’s such a charmer, not to mention his good looks 😘.

As long as you’re happy he does not care about toys. You there’s one lying near you he’ll probably use it. Sometimes asks if he can try to. He’s more adventurous than some guys. Doesn’t always like it but hey at least he tried.

He is an eager boy. Sex with him is always fun. You guys try new things all the time. It’s always something new with him. That’s what you like about him. He’s spontaneous. He can say any cheesy pickup line and instantly make you laugh and kiss him. Usually it’s fast and fun but sometimes you get him to slow down enough to savor it.

Y’all don’t really have after care he just gets some snacks, orange crush, maybe a left over pizza, and then you’re ready for a round 2. Or 3. Or even 4. He is the quicky king. He’s still able to make you reach your peak in no time at all. Sometimes you do it right before one of his missions. He comes out to his brothers all sweaty and disheveled. They just assume he’s been training, and are glad that he’s taking things more seriously 🙃.

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Wheel, the Paranoid: An in-depth scene-by-scene character analysis

"We aren't so much angry as very, very worried." - The School of Life

TL;DR: Wheel is not as mean or as angry as he seems on the surface; in fact, he's decently logical, but also paranoid and often worried about things everyone else brushes off! He covers up his fear with anger, and doesn't actually hate anyone (though he does have a sort of rivalry with WWFT). He also has a penchant for fairness in most things, doesn't like killing, and probably feels guilty over Felt Container's elimination. Most importantly though, he's distrusted Clock since the beginning, holding firm in his belief that something about this was very off- and unfortunately for him, was only proven right after he was eliminated. All in all, he's a very interesting character overall, not just because of his elimination scene!

FAIR WARNING: The full analysis below the cut is over four thousand words. There's no content warnings, but it's very, very long without any pictures. Have fun lol

IT’S TIME FOR THE [1:00] - Who’s Jason??

1:30 - “I’m having a weird feeling about today, a feeling that… something’s going to happen. Something bad’s going to happen!”

Note the panicked expression, and the worried expression that follows when Felt Container brushes him off. His first instinct is to look at the sky, too- maybe that’s paranoia, but he was the first one to notice Clock. And sure, he’s a bit mean about it, but it feels like he’s genuinely trying to warn Felt Container about whatever’s coming.

1:59 - “AHHHH! WHAT IS THAT!”

Probably the most reasonable reaction to a being like Clock appearing out of nowhere. He also seems to try and maybe scare Clock away? 

2:11 - “WHO ARE YOU?!” “Ha! Hi. My name is C.L.O.C.K.: Thing That You Tell The Time ohhh wait my name is not an acronym.” “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?”

Figuring out motives. He clearly doesn’t trust Clock immediately (good, but also furthers my earlier maybe-point about paranoia). Notice how he says “us” and not “me”, meaning he’s saying this for everyone (whether they would think to or not).

2:28 - “Okay, I’m in!” and 2:47 

In both of these instances, he’s the only one with a different expression from the rest. Narrowed eyebrows at the premise of a competition show (2:28), and disbelief (negative) at the prize (2:47). I don’t think he went “WOOOHOOOO” with everyone else- and he still clearly doesn’t trust Clock. Not yet.

3:06 - [The whole sequence leading up to the first intro]

I feel bad for him here; he looks genuinely afraid, especially when he gets closer to the ground. He still looks angry, but- well, he’s definitely more afraid than properly angry.

4:45 - “Dang, if only you were like a street lamp or crossing signal or something, would have had a cool team name idea for that.”

While No Way and 57 Ball are occupied with that conversation, Wheel looks offscreen. There’s no way of knowing where he’s looking, but from context clues, it would make a lot of sense if he was keeping an eye on Clock, given his immediate reaction to them. He only actually talks when it’s almost the very end of the time, and… it’s a BFB reference. I don’t know if this was a conscious decision by Wheel or just a reference for reference's sake, but it feels like he pulled the first thing that came to mind to pretend he was participating. (The nervous tone makes me think that he could be afraid of Clock doing something to him for not saying anything.)

6:47 - [Wheel pacing]

Okay, he says he’s doing the challenge here, but he’s more likely just panicking and saying he’s doing the challenge to cover that up. 

8:36 - “Team Earth! Where is your card?” “I KICKED IT!” “He kicked it.”

I’m probably reading into this way too much, but when he’s shaking (or vibrating intensely), it’s pretty clear that he really REALLY does NOT like Clock. (Either that or he’s hiding fear with anger.)

9:35 - “NOOO! That’s not fair, I demand that you host a second challenge, so that we can RIGHTFULLY see who-”

On the surface, this sounds like bratty whining, or nitpicking, but with the context of future episodes this could easily be read as Wheel being afraid of being UFE. After all, a wheel is random, and his team could be picked, even if they did the challenge. (This could also be read as proof for him actually caring a lot about fairness- more on that later.)

IT’S TIME FOR THE [2:00] - Best Source For Weather Information

0:30 - “I’m already out man… anyways, it says next up is Words With Friends Tile.” “LET’S GOOO!” “Wait a minute. H- HE DOESN’T HAVE ANY EYEESS!”

Very small and unserious moment, but another point to the “Wheel caring about fairness” chart. Someone without eyes could very easily win a staring contest, after all. (Of course then he gets into a fight with WWFT, but from the cartoon SFX and the blank stares afterward, this is probably lighthearted and maybe even a common occurrence.)

1:33 - “Yes!! I can’t wait to beat ALL OF YOU IN THE NEXT CHALLENGE!”

This sounds like a brag or a taunt (and in part it probably is), but after seeing this scene multiple times his expression seems over-dramatized… is that the word I’m looking for? Exaggerated. It’s likely he doesn’t actually mean it. (And then the intro sequence happens and he sounds equal parts nervous and annoyed at being picked up. It’s probably less surprising the second time.)

3:48 - “THERE’S NO MORE TEAMS! There’s no more teams!”

Unimportant detail but Wheel is glaring a bit at WWFT and then in the next scene glaring at him even harder (and vibrating in anger), probably because of the fight earlier. Silly little thing I wanna point out!

4:39 - “This doesn’t seem very fair…” “Sure it is!” “Oh okay!” “What.” “Well it ISN’T fair!! None of us even know how to DO the challenge!”

Another point for Wheel caring about fairness! Even when No Way blindly accepts Clock’s response to No Way’s point, Wheel challenges it in his friend’s (?) stead, and then points out another unfair aspect right afterwards. Of course, after his nitpick is fixed, he declares himself hyped for the challenge- this I believe easily, though, since he seems like the athletic type and likely finds this sort of thing cool.

5:15 - [Wheel, 57 Ball and Refill Station doing the challenge]

More proof to Wheel caring about rules- he doesn’t react to Refill Station at all, but he glares at 57 Ball when he sees him rolling on the rail instead of grinding with a board like the rest of them. 

7:14 - “Whuh!? One spot left??” [Vase shatters] “OUT OF MY WAY! HUFF HUFF HUFFF HUFF HUUAGHH I’m gonna make it!!” [Portal appears] “Huh?” “Yes! I’m out!” “WATCH OUT!”

Important moment, in my perspective. It furthers my theory of him being afraid of being UFE, since immediately after Clock mentions there’s only one spot left, he rushes forward recklessly enough to injure Vase. I’m not exactly sure if he really meant to do that, though, because he tries to warn Green before a scenario that’s sure to (and did) kill him. That’s his first kill, actually, if I remember correctly- despite him seeming mean, it’s clear he’s not the antagonist he pretends he is.

IT’S TIME FOR THE [3:00] - Next

0:58 - “Welcome back Pool Ball, Orange and Tire-” “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” “Okay!” “Wait last ti- huhhh???” “We lost the challenge, genius, I’m getting pretty used to this already.” “YOU… you’re the reason I LOST THE CHA-”

It’s not just me, right? Wheel seems extremely high-strung here- yelling immediately after only one minor button was pressed (Clock using the wrong name). From experience with my brother, I can see this being caused by one of two reasons- either he’s overwhelmed, or he’s guilty… or both. After all, he’s up for elimination, and he just accidentally killed someone. He actually seems to be mildly shocked at Green until Green snarks at him, which is when he snaps at him and accuses him of making him lose. I don’t think he actually blames Green- this feels more like a knee-jerk reaction.

1:20 - “GO AHEAD, DO IT!! JUST DO IT ALR-”

He’s definitely used to the intro sequence and hates it, but this feels like a massive overreaction- adding to my theory of him being on edge. He snaps at Green with a threat when he slams him into the ground a few times (maybe as revenge for Wheel killing him) and laughs at him, probably because Green is exacerbating the situation and adding to his stress.

2:11 - “Luck?? LUCK? I DON’T NEED LUCK!”

If I could guess what he would say next, it would be: “I NEED TO BE SAFE!” Uh… that’s my only comment for this bit, other than yep, I still think he’s tense.

3:09 - “You almost killed me, how did you get so many votes?!” “And I’ll do it again if it means people like me!!”

To be blunt, this feels almost like a confession. I don’t think he’s talking about his fellow contestants here, he’s talking about the voters- he needs their favoritism to be safe from elimination, and he’s willing to go pretty far for that. The game is picking up, the stakes are getting higher, and things are getting more intense. I don’t think he dislikes Vase or has anything against her, he’s just being honest. He also seems to be getting more into the game now, his competitive nature arising- despite his distrust towards Clock, he’s far more willing to play their game now that he’s won a few challenges.

5:31 - [Wheel getting water from Refill Station, then getting scared by Clock] “Water bubbler is NOT allowed, that’d be way too easy!” “Wait, what’d you just call me??” “You just SAID ‘get you a cup of water’.” “Yeah, it’s supposed to be a challenge, go on and-” “Hey, I have a cup of water for you Clock.” “...YES!!”

This is a long quote, but all of it is needed for the context. Wheel is taking the easy route here, rushing ahead of everyone else to do so before they think of it- he cares about fairness, but at the time of him getting the water, Clock hadn’t said it was against the rules yet. He’s sort of exploiting a loophole- which fits his admission earlier about being willing to do whatever to keep the audience on his side, just in this case pertaining to his willingness to take the easy route so he can be safe as fast as possible. (Also, his confident “heh, too easy” afterwards feels to me more like an expression of relief than a brag, but it is kind of both.)

6:12 - “Are you sure? It seems like people are already on their way to that lake over there, we gotta be quick.”

Wheel only has a very short (and easily missable) appearance here, but even though he’s safe, he’s keeping an eye on the game rather than relaxing elsewhere. This will be brought up soon.

6:48 - “I’ll be taking this!!”

Honestly, this whole sequence confused me a lot at first, kind of contradicting most of the assumptions I made about Wheel from 1:00 and 2:00. After a lot of consideration, though, I think I’ve come to a reasonable enough theory: he could have made this decision by taking inspiration from Snowball, who he’s quoted before and kind of tries to take after in terms of gameplay. After all, Snowball made it surprisingly far acting this way, and he does not want to be eliminated. This theory depends on whether or not BFDI as a franchise exists in ITFT’s world, though. (There are other theories I have, but they don’t hold a lot of water. This scene still kind of confuses me.)

IT’S TIME FOR THE [4:00] - Do NOT Use The Popcorn Button

1:02 - [Wheel revived] “...youuu don’t have anything to say this time?” [ `,:[ ] “Hm…”

It’s official, he’s used to (and REALLY tired of) the intro sequence. Also, the last few times he actually said anything before the intro, it didn’t exactly help his case, so he might as well just let it happen. He’s definitely not happy about it, though.

1:39 - “One two three four… I thought I put four of you up for elimination this time!”

His expressions here… sorry I don’t have anything to say it’s just. Boy why you so ò៱ó

1:59 - “I shouldn’t BE HERE, I didn’t even lose the last challenge!!” “Why don’t you just… leave then?” “You don’t WANT me here?” “No! No, I didn’t say tha-”

This feels like half catastrophizing and half playing into the Snowball role (as per my earlier theory). He doesn’t want to be at the elimination area, but he doesn’t want to be told to go away, either. Furthermore, I think his frustration here was aimed at Clock, not any of the others, but he had a knee-jerk reaction when No Way interrupted what might have turned out to be a rant.

2:07 - “You’re a loser brah-” “YOU’RE A LOSERRrrrr for the sake of my safety, I will try to use, nicer words.” “...okay?” [PUNT]

I’m not exactly sure how much beef Wheel has with WWFT, but it definitely feels like an ongoing thing- maybe a rivalry or something similar. He was very quick to fight him even before he started acting meaner, after all- and that at least explains him punting WWFT. As for the “for the sake of my safety” part, after a second glance, it’s likely he means safety during elimination, seeing as he looks directly at the camera (fourth wall?) right after he says this. (It seems, to me, that he already assumes he’s going to be up for elimination, and in danger because of this.)

3:54 - “Wellllll next safe is Wheel!! With 0 votes!” “...you’re… serious..?”

Okay this isn’t important at all but it’s really silly. I just wanted to put it here

4:02 - “NO! Let me do the rest of them, you don’t know what you’re doing!”

The thing about this is, he’s right. I have no way of knowing if he’s just trying to insult Clock here or something else, but I feel like this has a double meaning. Clock doesn’t know what they’re doing, and Wheel is aware of this- possibly because of previous eliminations- and his point is proven later by Clock quite literally admitting they don’t know what happens with the eliminated contestants as Green is turned into a radio. (Also, him calling WWFT “Words With STUPID Tile” is pretty funny, and a point towards the two of them having some sort of rivalry?)

5:18 - “Wheel, I think you permanently killed Polka Dot.” “Okayy, wasn’t me- no, really! It was Vase!”

Part of this feels like him defending himself in front of the viewers (plus it almost looks like he’s looking at the camera at 5:23), and the other part feels like he’s defending himself to everyone else, particularly No Way, maybe because the two of them have so far a neutral/positive relationship. Besides, he’s right- Vase was the one who had the idea for the Sun to shoot fireballs at Wheel and the cloud, even if Wheel did cause the cloud thing in the first place. He’s not the one who killed everyone through that.

6:00 - “Here are your teams for this challenge! And only this challenge!!” “Wow, uneven teams again? Huh.”

Another point for Wheel and WWFT having a rivalry- as soon as it’s confirmed that they’re on the same team, Wheel glares at WWFT with balled fists. Also, unlike in [1:00], Wheel no longer has an angry expression in the zoom-out- he does look mildly upset, but it’s more like he’s resigned, almost. He’s getting used to the game and Clock.

6:13 - “Can we name our teams??” “NO!” [ :( ] “...whatever, fine-”

I’m not sure exactly why he immediately says “no” (it could be for a multitude of reasons- playing into the Snowball act, or maybe it’s because he’s aware that the teams will only last for one episode), but the backtracking after Refill Station looks sad doesn’t feel as begrudging as it might seem- he plays the mean act, but he clearly feels a little bad about making RF sad. (I hate to compare this to the tsundere trope but honestly… this is a very tsundere thing to do. You know I’m right.)

6:44 - “WHAT IS THAT?!” “Yo, I think that’s Polka Dot!” “Oh hello Polka Dot!!” “Chill, chill, wait waitwaitwaitwaAAAAAAAAA-”

It’s the exact same panic that Wheel had upon Clock suddenly appearing, down to the words! The difference is, he doesn’t seem to try and hide that panic here, expression genuinely afraid as he looks between WWFT and Refill Station (neither of whom are panicking), and his default angry expression (the same one when he was dropped before the first intro) only returns when the polka dot void starts to spin them around. Once again, he’s worried when no one else is, just like in [1:00]. (It almost feels like his panic is exaserbated by the fact that he’s the only one panicking- they should be worried, why are they just accepting this?)

6:54 - “Come on guys, do the challenge!” “DON’T YOU THINK WE SHOULD SORT THIS OUT?!” “Nooo, no it’s fine!” “!lennahc eht egnahC !lennahc eht egnahC !LENNAHC EHT EGNAHC” “Actually, nevermind, uhh… yeah, let’s… let’s do the challenge. GO!”

Proving my last point, he immediately points out that yeah, maybe they should do something about the weird thing that just appeared; looking frustrated when Refill Station brushes him off, similar to when Felt Container brushed him off in [1:00]. He’s not so much angry as he is worried and frustrated that nobody seems to be validating his worry. However, when the polka dot void starts acting weird and speaking in reverse, he begins to look afraid again and starts trying to get Refill Station away from it. Though he’s clearly still a bit upset that no one’s doing anything about it, he realizes that it’s dangerous and then tries to protect himself (and others) by picking his battles and getting his current teammate away from the danger. Once again, it’s clear he’s not the antagonist he sometimes pretends to be- why would he do this if he didn’t care?

7:37 - “I mean we have so many loaves of bread, we could just mash all of em together into a nice bread structure, what do you guys think?” “Yeah!” “SIIIKE! AHAHAHAHA-”

This daydream seems kind of significant to me because of the people he’s thinking of in it- Polka Dot, Green, and Felt Container. Polka Dot is currently missing, and he was just recently accused of permanently killing her (also, the polka dot void could have reminded him of her); Green is someone he accidentally killed in [2:00], despite him trying to warn him; and finally, Felt Container is the first person he went to when he felt that something was off in [1:00], and who was eliminated the next episode. Given the pattern of Polka Dot and Green being people he had a hand in killing, this could mean he feels he’s at fault for Felt Container being eliminated and assumedly killed. (In fact, he could have even seen that elimination, but there’s no way of knowing if he did or didn’t.) Something, something, survivor’s guilt…

8:39 - “Oh, it’s you again. You trying to steal our idea??? Huh?? HM?!” “Bro, chill out. It’s literally Polka Dot.” “Oh YEAH?? Well, can you explain what THIS is??”

First, he doesn’t seem particularly enthused that they’re all back by the polka dot void, especially since earlier he was trying to get Refill Station away from it. Him ‘accusing’ the polka dot void feels kind of just like a silly joke, but it could also be him proving he’s not afraid of it or something- either way, though, he clearly doesn’t believe that it’s Polka Dot. (He also looks afraid/shocked when Polka Dot shows up in the thought bubble, a similar shock to when he first saw Green after he died. Just pointing that out.)

9:11 - “GUYS! I figured out what we can do!! We can combine all of our ideas!”

It feels like he’s somewhat abandoned the Snowball route by now- and also, he looks almost genuinely excited (or maybe proud) when he suggests this. Maybe he’s just excited that he’s sure his idea will win them the challenge, but to me it feels like he’s happy he realized a solution that could include all of the team. (He definitely cares.)

10:10 - “Didn’t you say this WASN’T a cooking challenge?” “This is nowww a cooking challenge!” 

Yet another point to Wheel caring about fairness- he immediately points out Clock contradicting what they said about the challenge when it was announced, because it now suddenly being a cooking challenge is unfair.

10:38 - “TRUST me Clock! I’ve had it, it’s very good. Yep! …ehh, actually, that can stay right there.”

He’s hyping up his team’s creation, or at least trying to, to possibly give them a better chance at winning the challenge. This could just be for his own sake, but I’m willing to believe it’s for the whole team’s sake too. (He definitely doesn’t want to be up for elimination, though.)

10:54 - “Vote for one of the members of eeuughhh-”

Pay attention to Wheel’s expressions here. Immediately, he first looks nervous on first showing up on the elimination screen. Then, he looks surprised and then mildly suspicious of Clock being there, followed by slightly startling at Clock disappearing from the spot he was looking at. He looks at Polka Dot a little sadly, and then at the screen, worried but resigned. To me, this mainly feels like he’s nervous about his fate at the hands of the viewers (though honestly, he has been this whole episode), but also guilty at possibly killing Polka Dot from the look he gives her- or sympathetic to her mild panic, since she seems to silently apologize for appearing to squish Clock. (I’m not wholly sure why in between those, he gives Clock such a distrusting squint- at least not specifically, since I stand by the fact that he’s been distrusting of the host since the beginning.) Whatever the case, this whole sequence says a lot about Wheel to me, even if it’s just from his expressions.

IT’S TIME FOR THE [5:00] - Fifty-Seven Tears Of The Star

0:56 - “Speaking of the elimination… I think… I wouldn’t mind, a bit of a delay?” “Oh, you scared or somethin’?” “NO, no, I just think… we should look for Tile!” […] “NO, YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT ‘CAUSE YOU’RE SAFE!!” […] “Know what? SHUT UP! Y- y- man- I’m- I’ma do my own thing.”

That’s pretty clearly a boldfaced lie. He’s been afraid of being eliminated from the start, and especially last episode. I don’t even need to analyze this deeply at all- it’s clear to everyone, even the other contestants, that he’s lying. He just doesn’t want to seem scared, so he covers it up with anger. This has been a pattern since [1:00]; it’s just much more obvious now.

2:48 - “RRRAAH I hate those guys, I hate the GRASS, I hate the SKY, I hate the AIR, I hate the TIME- oh… hm.” “You hate what?” “YOU.” “You… hate me?” “YES. …here we go again.”

Notice how fast he’s speaking in the beginning. To me, it sounds like rambling for the sake of rambling- he’s frustrated and afraid, and he doesn’t know how to get it out properly, so he does this mini-tantrum. I don’t think he means most of what he says there- when kids react like this, they often don’t either- but I do think he means it when he says it to Clock. He’s never liked Clock, this is just the first time he’s openly saying it.

3:10 - “Oh my, please be sure to watch where you’re bouncing, you could have hurt somebody!” “WHO IS THAT-”

Well, isn’t this familiar? This is the same reaction he’s had to Clock- just less intense. This could indicate that he’s not just untrusting of Clock in particular, he’s wary of all strangers. Unsurprising, considering what I’ve analyzed already, but still worth noting. I could also be reading into this too far and he’s just confused, though. (Also, WWFT does an L dance at Wheel, that’s hilarious.)

3:40 - “EXPLAIN. NOW.” “I don’t know anything about that!” “CLOCK.”

As far as I can tell, he’s confused, so he wants answers and goes to the nearest person he can trust (No Way) and then to the host, who probably SHOULD know the answer. It’s not clear whether this is from distrust of Well, or just him panicking, but honestly it could be both.

4:06 - “Oh nonono end this nightmare, one Clock is ENOUGH!”

Okay, well, this is really funny, but also adds on to the fact that Wheel does not like Clock at all. He even sounds a little afraid here- which could be partly because it’s the elimination and he’s just generally nervous, though it would make sense if after all that’s happened he did fear Clock.

5:20 - “[Not like you’ll be around to hear more, bruh, you’re just kinda stupid, like. Overall.]”

At first, I thought this might have been a flashback of things he’d heard before, but more likely WWFT is saying these things in real-time and Wheel is just halfway tuning it out. (This confirms that WWFT and Wheel have a negative relationship, at least.) As for why he’s tuning it out, he seems sort of… pensive, almost. Lamenting. He knows he’s going to be eliminated (he has for a couple hours, at this point), he just kind of doesn’t want to hear it from somebody he clearly dislikes. It’s also possible he’s worrying about what will happen to him. (He could also be thinking about what WWFT just said earlier about 57, but that’s less likely.)

5:32 - “One… one… one, wh- NO-!” “AaaaAAA any final words, Wheel?” “I’m so mad at ALL OF YOU I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME LOSE THE CHALLENGE!”

And here it is, the moment he knew was coming. He’s panicked, now, and doesn’t try to hide it, before reacting in the easiest way he knows how- blame, anger. He’s scared, and lashes out because of it, possibly falling back into the Snowball strategy on instinct. He still doesn’t mean any of it, though, as proven by what happens next:

5:43 - “Okay… I… do have a few final words, actually. The Sun, keep doing what you’re doing, you could be an absolute challenge BEAST!” “Thank you!” “Refill Station, you really just need to calm down sometimes.” “Oh my, I love this place, I love the grass, I love the sky! I love the- NEW FRIENDS!!” “What is even happening?” “You are the FINAL member left on our original team and I want you to know that I wish you luck!” “Oh! Thanks…”

This? He means this. This isn’t just him talking to team members, either- he’d never been teamed with the Sun. To the Sun, he encourages, to Refill Station, he gives advice, and to No Way, he wishes luck. In fact, I even think he had more to say, Clock just interrupted him! He cares, and though he’s used to being the mean one, he wants to make sure the people he likes know this before he’s gone, even if it ruins his image. (After all, he won’t get another chance to.) In this moment, he’s letting himself be vulnerable- something he hasn’t done since the start, and maybe even since before then- and it’s important. This is the crown of his arc. This is who Wheel really is behind all the anger and fear. (It’s just a little sad that he only feels like he can and has to do this when he has no time left.)

6:07 - “So… what now?”

The end. He’s hurting, and terrified, and yet his default response is a furrowed brow- he hides his fear with an angry expression. Even at the very end, he kicks and fights and bares his teeth. (No Way and Refill Station look distraught while they have to watch. No Way even reaches out to him, as if to help.) With everything we know now, this is honestly heartbreaking, but at least I can say his last actions proved my point:

Wheel wasn’t mean or evil. He was scared. And he had every right to be.

Thanks for reading!

[mysticbewitched]

◇ Exposing Manifestation Myths:

◇ I must say that there's a lot of utterly ridiculous limiting beliefs about manifesting floating around in the community thanks to the bullshit beliefs of the "law of attraction" from people who have no idea what they're talking about or how the whole process of manifestation actually works in truth. So with that said, I'm going to put all the limiting beliefs to rest in a grave.

{Lights, camera, action.}

"Divine timing"

Divine timing does not exist unless you assume it does. There is no such thing as an already "predetermined" time for your manifestation to arrive. As the creator of your reality, you have the power to decide when your desires manifest.

"You must have high vibrations"

Are you serious? Last time I checked, I'm not a vibrator. Who the hell came up with this stupid belief in the first place?

"You must be grateful for everything else in your life before your desires manifest"

I don't have to be grateful for shit, Barbara. Gratitude has absolutely nothing to do with being able to manifest your desires. That's a bunch of total bullshit and why in the hell would I be grateful for everything else in my life when the whole point of manifestation is focusing on the mindset of already having your desire? It makes no sense. Also, every single time I have manifested anything, I was never grateful for any of it before it showed up. It still manifested each and every time. Why? Because it has nothing to do with gratitude and everything to do with dwelling in the mentality of *already being/having*. Screw the gratitude lists, I don't have time for that shit. My focus is on actually manifesting my desires, screw everything else.

"You can't manifest multiple things at once"

Oh yes you can, and you already do. You are always unconsciously manifesting all the time based off of your state of consciousness (mentality) and your assumptions. Your assumptions about yourself and the world around you are always reflected back to you like a shadow in your outer world because you rule your own reality and the outside world is just a mirror of your inner mind. Don't tell me that you can't manifest numerous things at once, that is absolutely false. Hell, you can easily manifest 100 things at once if you wanted to, you have the power at the end of day.

"You must be grateful for your desire"

Press x for total bullshit. Once again, no you do not. You don't have to be grateful for a single damn thing.

"If you spiral, you fuck it all up"

It doesn't matter if you spiral. All that matters is you pick yourself, believe in your power, and continue to persist in the state of already having. You are way too powerful - nothing can ever stop you.

"You must be happy and positive all the time"

This is such a harmful limiting belief to impose upon people, especially for those like me who struggle in the mental health department. You do not have to be happy and all about sunshine 24/7 in order to manifest your desires and manifestation has absolutely NOTHING to do with your emotions. We may be powerful master manifestors, but we're still human. It doesn't mean that we're not allowed to feel and express our emotions when they need to be let out. We cry, we get upset, we get frustrated, we feel pain, etc - we have feelings and emotions. It is so horrible to tell people, especially those who are already struggling with their mental health that they just need to be happy and positive all the time in order to manifest their desires, let alone and that limiting belief is absolute total bullshit. Fuck the law of attraction.

"You must heal your inner child first"

No you don't, manifestation has nothing to do with your inner child to being healed. I'm sure my inner child has been crying out to be healed for a long time, but that doesn't stop me from being able to manifest what I want. It shouldn't stop you either. Work on healing your inner child only if you want to, don't feel pressured to do anything you don't feel comfortable with or you're simply not ready to do. You're still a powerful manifestor no matter what, nothing can change that.

"There is an appointed hour for the birth of your desires" 

I absolutely love and respect Neville, but with all due respect to him and his life changing teachings - he had his own rules for his manifestations and you should implement your own rules as well. This rule sounds like divine timing and none of that stuff exists unless you assume it does. You are the creator of your reality, take advantage of your power, and set your own rules.

"Be careful what you think, it will manifest"

Hell no, I refuse to live in fear of my own thoughts and this is a horrible limiting belief for those who really struggle with repeating fearful/intrusive thoughts. It's a terrible thing to constantly live in fear of your thoughts or worst fears manifesting. It doesn't have to be this way. Only give power to the assumptions that serve you and make you happy. You can simply decide and set a new rule for your reality that only the things that make you happy can manifest in your outer world no matter what then persist in that assumption until it comes true.

"You must do shadow work"

This is not true at all. Only do shadow work if you wish, but manifestation has nothing to do with shadow work.

"You must give to others and receive good karma before it manifests"

Karma doesn't exist unless you assume it does. Only acknowledge assumptions that serve you and benefit you. You don't have to give a single damn thing to anyone in order to manifest your desires. This limiting belief is absolutely false in every way.

"You must match the vibrational frequency"

What the hell does this even mean? No wonder so many people in the law of attraction community struggle to manifest their shit.

"There's a time delay"

The only reason we experience a time delay is because we accepted that limiting belief as true from so many different loassumption coaches. This is not true at all. You can manifest instantly or you can manifest by a certain deadline every time, if you wish. Persist in the assumptions you want and make manifestation so much easier for you. You are a powerful creator, so embrace your power.

"It's so hard to manifest"

Manifestation is easy and simple. The only reason a lot of people struggle is because they usually operate from the victim mentality and so of course manifesting will be difficult for them, especially when they keep feeding into the assumptions that they can't manifest or manifesting is hard for them. Change your mindset, change your assumptions, and persist in the assumption that you always manifest so quickly and easily. You'll discover your desires falling upon you like rain.

"You have to take action or nothing will happen"

You are the master of your own reality and you do not have to lift a single finger in order to manifest your desires. You can sit on your ass all you want and manifest your dream life from the comfort of your bedroom because it is all in the mental attitude. How powerful are you?

"You have a soul contract that prevents you from manifesting this"

This limiting belief is so ridiculous. There is no such thing as a soul contract. There is nothing in this world that can ever prevent you from manifesting absolutely everything you desire.

"You can't affirm in future tense"

Yes you can, I have manifested plenty of things just by knowing "this is going to happen". I personally prefer to affirm in present tense, but if you enjoy affirming in future tense then go for it.

"But astrology, fate, destiny-"

I used to be the biggest believer in all these things, especially astrology. None of these things exist unless you assume it does and even if you do believe in them, nothing on this Earth can ever override your power and predict the outcomes of your future. Only you can decide and make your destiny.

"It takes this amount of weeks/months to manifest"

Nope, you make the rules. This is your reality, live by your own rules. It doesn't have to be a long and drawn out process, you can manifest your desires as soon as possible and get your dream life now.

"You must confront your past trauma"

This is a very sensitive subject for some people and it's a harmful limiting belief. Nothing can ever stop you from manifesting your desires no matter what.

"You have to feel the emotions"

When Neville spoke on, "Feeling is the secret" - he is referring to the state of knowing, a confident attitude of mind. Not your emotions. It seriously annoys the hell out of me to see so many loassumption coaches get this one wrong too and yet, they try to teach Neville. Once again, your emotions have absolutely nothing to do with your ability to manifest your desires.

"But mercury retrograde!"

I never believed this bullshit limiting belief for a single second even back in my law of attraction days. Mercury retrograde doesn't exist unless you assume it does. Stop feeding your power into things that are not real. Only assume in your favor.

"You must clear your blocks, resistance, etc"

Explain this to me: why in the hell would you have "blocks" or "resistance" that prevent you from manifesting your desires- when the power of divine manifestation is your birthright as the creator of your reality? It makes no sense at all. There is no such thing as blocks or resistance that keeps you from manifesting your desires.

"You can't change the past"

I know it sounds crazy. It sounds absolutely batshit insane, but yes we can. Neville has done it, Neville's students who attended his lectures and applied the law has done it, Aiva Manifested That has done it, a whole bunch of followers and bloggers here on tumblr have done it, a lot of people on youtube have done it, and a bunch of followers in the Neville Goddard reddit have done it, so yes you can. If they can do it, so can you. Time is a man-made concept, it is not real. Everything exists now including the past, the present, and the future. There are infinite realities with infinite possibilities. Nothing is set in stone. Your only limits are the ones you assume into being and place upon yourself.

"You must believe your affirmations"

You do not have to believe in your affirmations, you just need to believe in yourself and your own power. That's the real secret sauce.

"You can't decide the how/the when"

You realize this is the law of assumption, right? As Neville says, you can assume anything into being because you are God. So decide whatever the hell you want as long as you persist in the mindset of that assumption already being accomplished.

"You can't use negative words in affirmations"

Yes you can, stop limiting your power.

"You are a co-creator with the universe"

You really think the universe is as powerful as you? Oh that's hilarious. Girl, the universe doesn't manifest shit, YOU do. You are the one with the power, you are the one manifesting - it all comes from your state of mind and assumptions. You are the only creator of your reality, the universe can't hold a candle to your limitless power. Stop giving your power away.

"The universe will bring you this"

The universe does not manifest anything, you do. The power is all you, not the fucking universe. Forget about the damn universe, you are the one with all the power. You are the master, the boss, the creator of your world, so stop giving your damn power away.

"You attract your desires to you"

I am not a magnet and you don't "attract" anything towards you. You manifest everything into your outer world based off of your inner state of mind and assumptions.

"But my tarot cards tell me this"

This is a good one for me to address because I love me some tarot. You can still follow Neville's teachings and practice tarot readings, just don't allow the tarot cards to dictate your reality. Tarot readings are only a possibility based off of your current inner state of mind out of infinite possibilities. Remember there are infinite realities that already exist. Understand that tarot readings are not set in stone. You can change and prevent absolutely anything you want to because you have the ultimate power and your tarot cards are not the master of your world, you are. So don't let tarot define you or the outcomes in your life, only you have the power to do that. You are a powerful creator with infinite power.

"There is a transition period"

No there's not, there's only a transition period for you if you assume it does. Stop giving your power away to these limiting beliefs, the transition period is not real.

"Self-concept isn't important"

I truly believe that having a good self-concept is the most important thing for your manifestations. Your self-concept is absolutely vital in order for you to manifest your desires quickly and easily, believe in yourself and your own power, master your world, maintain the wish fulfilled effortlessly and cultivate amazing self-confidence. Self-concept is an absolute game-changer when it comes to your manifestations. Working on your self-concept is very important and should be your top priority when it comes to manifesting your desires. Without a good self-concept - you doubt yourself, you doubt your power, and you operate from the victim mentality which will only make you struggle to manifest your desires. If you want to master the law and your ability to manifest anything you want - work on your self-concept. It will change your world, I promise you. Once you change your self-concept - you feel so powerful and untouchable, nothing can shake you or your trust in your power. Changing your self-concept will have you feeling like the baddest and most powerful bitch in the land.

♧ Step aside, Fiona Goode.

"You cannot doubt or your desire won't manifest"

This is absolutely false. You can have doubts and still manifest your desires. There have been countless times where I doubted myself and my manifestations, yet they still came through. Just cultivate belief and trust in your power. Regardless of anything, nothing can stop your desires from manifesting, not even you. Persist in that assumption and watch it come true in the outer world.

"You have to visualize"

As a person who has aphantasia and can still manifest her desires like a powerful master, I call total bullshit on this. Everyone has their own way of manifesting whether it's visualizing, scripting, vaunting/affirming, etc. Just do what works for you.

"This method is more powerful than that method."

I'm only going to say this once: YOU are the one giving the methods power. Methods are completely powerless without you. The methods do not have power, you do. The power lies in your state of mind. Methods are there to make the manifestation process more fun and to keep you in the state of the wish fulfilled.

"You can't manifest that! That's impossible!"

Absolutely false. All things are possible because our power of creation within is divine and limitless. There are infinite realities right now that already exist and they have infinite possibilities. This is why we say: creation is finished. All things are possible. You are the God of your reality and nothing is impossible for that divine power. Also, remember: imagination creates reality and our experiences in the world are only a mirror reflecting the state of the inner mind: our mentality, our beliefs, our assumptions, etc - because we are the operant power of our reality. As the master of your own reality, you can manifest absolutely *anything* you desire. Manifestation itself sounds batshit insane and illogical, but it is real. Think about the existence of the void. In the void, Neville declares that "all things are divinely possible". The void is *within you*, if all things are truly divinely possible in the void, then that means all things are possible to you as a creator *outside of the void* as well. Your only limits are the only ones you assume into being and place upon yourself. If you can imagine it, you can manifest it.

"There is a bridge of incidents"

Once again, I have much love and great respect for the brilliant Neville Goddard, but he had his own rules and he made things a bit more challenging for himself. There does not have to be a bridge of incidents for you. You can simply assume that you manifest instantly and if you faithfully persist in that assumption then that rule will come true for you.

"This and that can affect your manifestation"

Absolutely nothing in this world can ever affect, ruin, or prevent your desired manifestations. Set that rule for yourself, persist in that assumption, and watch it come true.

"You must flip every single negative thought"

No, you do not. If you constantly stress and try to flip every single negative thought, you're going to drive yourself fucking crazy. There are two ways to solve this unnecessary issue. Set the rule and persist in the assumption that you never have any negative thoughts or you can decide that only the things that make you happy can ever manifest in your outer world and persist in that assumption instead. At the end of the day, you are more powerful than any limiting belief.

"It takes a long time before your desire manifests"

No it does not, this is absolutely false. You don't ever have to wait for your desires if you don't want to, it's all up to you and the assumptions you persist in.

"You must affirm all day and every day until you're blue in the face"

Nope, none of that matters. You can affirm one time and still get your desires because the only thing that matters is persisting in the mentality of already having achieved the desire.

"You can lose your manifestations"

Why feed power into assumptions that don't benefit you? You make the rules. Decide and persist in the assumption that you always keep your manifestations no matter what and you're good to go.

"It takes longer to manifest multiple things at once."

This is such total bullshit and very limiting. Don't accept or feed your power into any of this. You can simply manifest 300 desires at once easily and quickly every single time if you wanted to- as long as you set that rule in stone for yourself, know it's already a fact, and persist in that assumption with confidence.

"You must repeat the same affirmation 10,000 times in order to manifest what you want."

This is not fucking true at all. In fact, I did the 10k challenge and I drove myself fucking crazy the whole time. It wasn't even worth it. I wasn't sticking to what works for me which is - deciding something is already done and living in the state of the wish fulfilled. If you have a certain way of manifesting that works for you better than anything else - *that is your own way of manifesting, so stick with it. Don't wander away from it.* If the 10k challenge works for you, that's fine. If it doesn't, no problem. You don't need it to manifest what you want. Understand that it is *not* necessary to manifest your desires, all you need to manifest your desires is changing your mindset and cultivating self-belief. That is it. Don't feel pressured at all to do this challenge. You don't need to do it. Only do the 10k challenge - if you want to.

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Bottom line: all these limiting beliefs and myths are absolutely no match for your power. They are absolutely powerless compared to you as a creator. They can't hold a candle to what you can truly do with your abilities. You are infinitely powerful and limitless with divine power as a master manifestor. These limiting beliefs are meant to limit your power and keep you in a cage. So stop feeding into the limiting beliefs, they are powerless without you. You are the only person giving them the power to control you and keep you in a cage. Don't be a caged bird, set yourself free from the chains. Set your own rules for your reality and manifestations. You have the ultimate power to do so. Don't ever let anyone try to discourage you or limit your power. You are the master of your world. So change your assumptions, assume in your favor only, then persist in the new assumptions knowing it's a done deal, and kiss all the limiting beliefs goodbye.

[smolhoneybat]

hi! i've been a fan for quite a while. i really admire how you seem to articulate, i found myself becoming more introspective with every video. also it's really nice to see someone talking about games and series i really love. aside from that, i wanted to ask if you had any recommendations like games, books, shows, movies?

hi hi!! thank you so much, pinning the words down is hard but worth it haha 💛

Ooh I have so many... obviously there's the games and shows I've talked about on my channel but standouts would have to be Darkwood, Nier Automata and Arcane but ALSO

Games: -A Space for the Unbound: chill fetch quests in a small town in rural Indonesia, finish your summer bucket list with your gf, pet cats, dive into the subconsciousnesses of your neighbours!

-Ender Lilies: metroidvania platformer with some tight controls like Hollow Knight, gorgeous artwork and music, you play as Lily, a young amnesiac priestess trying to purify the spirits of the dead and stop the plague ridden rain that won't stop falling, you're small and weak but you recruit different spirits to fight with you but it never feels overwhelming or bloated, really enjoyed it

-Signalis: survival horror as an android looking for her gf, she made a promise and she's going. to. fulfil. it. Dystopian future in space with lots of good old rusty machine body horror, strange senses of time and memory and there's some puzzles in there too.

-Sunless Sea: Victorian London was moved underground by bats. Don't worry about it. Go sail the seas and try and turn a profit without losing your mind from the Horrors ^.^ (deceptively a lot of reading in this, plays like a management sim meets VN)

-Omori: 4 years ago Something happened. Omori dreams his days away in his room, carefully not thinking about that Something. Some of the game is in his colourful dream worlds and some out in the real world. Fights are always tinged with emotional rock paper scissors as how you, your friends and enemies feel will affect the fight! He's about to move house and an old friend comes knocking on the door...

(-alsoPathologicisgoodyesI'moneofthoseyoutubers)

Books: -Va11-Hall-A: I...don't know whether to put a VN under games or books so I'm putting it between the two. You're a barista in a cyberpunk kinda world, you listen to patrons while making them drinks and chat. (It's chill but sometimes gets pretty heavy and has a lot of mature topics in it for the record.) -Deathless by Cathrynne M. Valente: an alternate history book that has one foot in the Russian Revolution and the other in fairytale. Marya Morevna marries Koschei the Deathless, and goes back to his kingdom. She makes friends with various folklore creatures, checks in on her sisters who all married birds and her old and new lives begin to collide.

-The Locked Tomb trilogy by Tamsyn Muir: sci-fi necromancers vie to become the next right bony hand of God, first book is a murder mystery, second is a grim tale by a survivor of the first but something is Wrong and you know it is, third is an oddly domestic political tragedy and I loved them all so much, cannot recommend the audiobooks in particular enough (as the first is a murder mystery, all the voices the narrator does are both incredibly well done but let me pinpoint exactly who was speaking even when I couldn't remember their names, also she voiced Daniella in Haunting Ground!)

-The Gentleman Bastards series by Scott Lynch: small orphan becomes a conman in fantasy Italy. Ends up being drawn into some political intrigue and fucks around finds out, frequently!

-Children of Time: Spiders! Once upon a time an arrogant scientist decided to infect monkey with a virus that would encourage rapid evolution within cooperative species but...it reaches jumping spiders. They have their own form of sign language with vibrational tappy patterns against the ground and wiggling their palps! Scientist's consciousness has melded with an AI and is waiting for her monkeys to become intelligent enough to contact her

Misc: -Dungeon Meshi: do you want to learn about the ecosystem of a dungeon while also figuring out how to cook the creatures inside and watch a guy with a monster special interest live his absolute best life? Yeah you do! (I'm really enjoying this rn so ye)

-Mabel: podcast about a home health carer for an old lady who's only living relative, Mabel, is missing. Anna, the nurse, starts leaving her voicemails like a diary and slowly gets drawn into family secrets, fairy logic and goes exploring places she shouldn't (this one does not shy away from heavy topics including serious child abuse and its effects so if that's not for you then leave this one be)

[cryingatships]

I heard Pit Babe has a/b/o so ofc I must watchhhh!!! I planned to wait till monday and ration out my bls but like!! How can I expected when we have a show with my favourite setting ahhhh!! I never thought I'd see a day when we'll have a/b/o in mainstream media 😭😭😭

Anyways,

vibrating with excitement as I hit play

What's up with the 'special' alpha thing? How are 'special' alphas different from normal alphas? Also, is everyone allowed to use their 'special' a/b/o senses in competitive settings? Like idk the sports boards of all countries are usually quite a bit snooty about allowing people with 'advantages' to compete with everyone else in a category... How are they allowing this v special little guy to just use his talents like that owo

Not that I mind. Show us more of you special alpha stuff, Babe. (srsly *who* is in charge of naming characters are series' in the thai bl industry. I'd like a talk with them. Just a talk, really.)

Why is guy on left wearing a red furcoat in thai heat. How is he alive. And how can I get this heat-resisting superpower.

That wasn't even a close finish. Red team's guy need to work harder. And as usual I can't remember a single frickin name :')

Babe (i do love his name) looks so done. As one would, if they had to wear a full on racing suit and drive an overheating car. He's the only person with some real heat senses in this show, I think. And ofc he also has his 'special' alpha senses... this boy is suffering o_o

An alpha who can't stand the smell of other alphas? Why has he not looked for betas or omegas? But also snoopy friends... :D

A mask and glasses... darling you don't stand out at all. He's so cute though, he reminds me of a bunny???

I have an important observation: Pavel has a lovely face

Is this a/b/o or alphaverse? How come I don't see any other orientations...

Hmmmm. I have a Theory. A normal/usual/common alpha is like the omega in a/b/o and a 'spacial' alpha is like the actual alpha in abo?? Is that it? Or are they going down the hidden identity trope? I'm down for whatever it is XD

Why is Babe smiling so creepily...

Mr Rabbit is not so innocent huh. There's something about him that makes all the alarms ring in my head. Still, his face is so 🥺

Oh these people are roood. Do y'all really need to bet about someone right in front of them (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Moving with so much cash in person (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Taking Charlie as a passanger while drifting... he wants the boy to puke or what? Even if I lose atleast winner will get puked on...

Who's behind Mr. Photographer?

Bonsai trimming? One thing learnt from My Dear Gangster Oppa is that ppl who trim bonsais are always mafia hotshots, soooo. a/b/o + mafia? <3

I'm sorry (not sorry), that man is NOT OLD. What is up with bls calling people-who-look-too-young-to-be-even-middle-aged as old??? you're not a old man, dude, stop calling yourself that, it's disrespectful to old men smh

Babe needs an interior decorator before anything else. What are those walls (ㆆ_ㆆ) Why does he have a car parked in his living area (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Just a few plugs won't make me break a sweat What an ineteresting line hehehe

Nooooo he has a bike in there too. NO 1 racer and can't afford a garage, what's the use of them racing money (ㆆ_ㆆ)

ANYWAYYY

What a trip whew. Def one of my fav airing shows rn. Let's hope they keep this up for rest of the eps, cheers!

[nyxknocks]

Do you ever come across a piece of media that is so incredibly tailored to you as a person that it just makes you vibrate at a frequency unknown to human kind.

Queer culture? Check. Mythology elements? Check. Batshit weird energy? Check. Horror shit? Check. Literally every box this movie ticks for me.

It is so important that we see various aspects of queer culture in other countries because so much of queer history is lost. Presenting aspects of this movie in the documentary style really elevates this movie, I feel, and is a genius way to explain the variety of the underground queer society in Tokyo during this time period for those who may not be involved, so that it can tell the story it wants to tell and give you all the necessary background information.

This film is incredibly important because there is not overt-fetishization of the queer identity. In fact, the times where you think they are going to fetishize it (the "love scene" with Eddie and ... Tony?) it immediately jars you out of it by showing off the "behind the scenes" of the filming. Do I believe parts of the queer culture are sensationalized in this? Well, duh. It's avant-garde art house shit. But it doesn't fetishize. It presents things as matter of fact and to the point. This this them living their lives with their own variations of gender expression. And each person explains what their queerness is personally to them, because it doesn't matter what anyone else's identity is. Incredibly poignant and incredible for the time period and I love to see it. It absolutely could've used the incest aspect as a way to be like "see if you're queer its because of weird gross incest trauma" but it didn't do that and I respect that so much. So much actual love went into this film and topic that it's. It's really cool to see.

The cuts used throughout the film are so jarring and unnerving that it puts you in the mind of Eddie's trauma. The use of the quick shots of the photograph with the burned hole leaves this eerie foreshadowing that doesn't have a pay off until the end. This is the kind of movie you have to sit patiently and watch through all the way because that's the only way it will begin to make sense. The jarring cuts and almost horror-like elements at the beginning of the film are just weird and strange at first until you realize we're inside the psyche of Eddie--experiencing her trauma the way she is; in jagged cuts and surrealist horror that doesn't make sense because that's what trauma does. Matsumoto is HUGE about making sure to explain the exterior and exploring the interior so this doesn't surprise me that his first feature film is that method cranked up to eleven. I also love the millisecond flashes of creepy images that are so subliminal. It adds to the unease you feel throughout because its so quick you can't grasp what it was but your brain knows that its something unnerving or uncomfortable.

Obviously, Oedipus Rex is the whole premise. I mean, hello, Eddie. But I'll fight off my "well actually I'm a Classics major and-" and simply tell you that I enjoyed seeing this story from a queer lens :3 I love the reference to Eddie gouging her eyes out as that's what Oedipus himself does in the original tragedy, so seeing that little touch was satisfying to me (including the eyeballs utilized throughout that I think more have to do with the way Eddie was preyed upon as a child rather than a direct call to Oedipus Rex. Or it's both!). Also, fun fact, Leda is another popular mythology figure! I tried to see if there were any references to the original Leda myth with Zeus coming to her as a swan and her being the mother of Helen of Troy, but I didn't really see them. Likely because Leda is just secondary to our lead.

I love that each time you see the roses its usually when death is happening. It's like some Raven type shit but with flowers. Sick as hell.

My final thought I leave you with is the suggestion that this movie had a lot to do with how Kubrick did A Clockwork Orange, and I can seriously see it. And love it. Because I love A Clockwork Orange. Thank you. That is all.

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

for linxzekou plssss

sfw 3, 4, 5

nswf: 1, 3, 5, 7, 9

Firstly, thank you so much for asking about my OC! Literally makes my day that you guys care so much🥺🥺

SFW:

3) Arguments headcanon:

I think their arguments often start off with something silly like Lin working too hard or Zek trying to do something nice that inadvertently goes awry. With them, unfortunately, their arguments can make mountains out of molehills, and given the current plot of Soul, Tenzin is a very strong contender in the calamity that's going to turn out of their relationship.

4) Playful/silly headcanon

Zek loves playing with Lin's hair. When she's lying in bed, half asleep, half planning her next day, Zek runs his fingers through her head, petting her slowly into slumber. Lin loves when he does this, but doesn't ever let him know how she tries to resist sleep just to enjoy his touch. He thinks her hair is soft, and he can't stop himself from loving her in his silly little way.

5) Night in headcanon

A night in typically involves cooking together, eating with some spunky jazz music playing in the background followed by dessert while listening to the probending match on the radio. They curl up together on the couch, Zek's fingers threading through her hair until she falls asleep in front of the warmth of the fireplace and the embrace of a firebender. He gives her a soft kiss on her cheek and whispers, "Bed?" and she simply hums in response as he carries her in, and together, they cuddle up under the sheets.

NSFW:

1) Positions/locations headcanon:

Zek absolutely loves holding Lin. His favorite position is sideways, with Lin's back against him so he has all the control in thrusting as well as drawing her closer and closer into his body. Lin likes to get on top of his lap for a ride while he's sitting with the newspaper or so. Naturally, the newspaper ends up on the floor, and Zek, on cloud nine.

Considering they only ever meet after their 50s, they aren't big on exciting locations as such. Between their bedroom, the couch, and the occasional passion-fueled rendezvous on the kitchen counter, they haven't quite had the need to look around for locations.

3) Favourite kinks/fantasies/toys:

Shibari? I'm only saying that because Zek's the captain of the ship and knows all the 1249082034802 different ways of tying a knot lmao. I think the use of bending may be a slightly prevalent feature of their sex life. Warm hands and metallic handcuffs make a good pairing. I'm not sure what kinda toys exist in the atla-verse during this time but I would say the equivalent of a vibrator may be invited to Lin and Zek's private parties.

5) Public play headcanon:

Oh, they're not into any kind of PDA. The last thing Lin wants is attention from the media for the wrong reasons or having her romantic life on full blast again so they keep a low profile. Zek respects this about her and makes sure to ensure privacy anytime they're heading out. With that being said, I doubt they engage in anything salacious in public, unless Lin has done a perimeter check using her seismic sense when the city is evacuated lol. Zek believes that they don't need that kinda excitement because their sex life is great as is, and would rather show her the best time in the privacy of their home than risk something out in the open.

7) Foreplay/turn-ons headcanon:

For Lin, massages are a huge turn-on. When Zek brings his warm hands on her shoulder, it's either going to relax her to sleep or have her fully ravage him in thanks. Zek likes to unravel her slowly: he's a gentleman like that, 'ladies first'. Kissing is a huge part of their foreplay since they're both great kissers and it quickly turns into a competition on who's going to have the other come undone with just their lips. Oral sex is also a huge plus. Zek loves giving more than receiving and Lin, well, Lin doesn't mind his preferences😉. Zek's scent is a huge turn-on for Lin and Lin's bare legs are a huge turn-on for Zek.

9) Who teases the other? Who’s more impatient? Who usually initiates?

Ugh this one's hard. I would say Zek's the one to initiate it with his "Oh honey, you look tired let me give you a little shoulder rub." He knows it's a hit or a miss, even though that's not always his intention. But then again, Lin's the one who turns her massage session into a sex and Zekou is just more than happy to comply. Oftentimes, Zek likes to tease her down there with his tongue, edging her along while she's looking for a release. In this circumstance, Zek's a tease and Lin's impatient, but when she's dressed up all sexy and pristine with buttons and bows and laces galore, Zek is wildly impatient and Lin enjoys watching her man all hot and bothered over lingerie.

Ask me about my headcanons!

[issdisgrace]

hiiii I saw that your request were open so, can I request a jimmy uso smut with a top male reader. I would like some oversimulated, crying jimmy. rest you can make it as you want!!! <3

PATHETIC

WARNINGS: Overstimulation, degradation, daddy kink, cock humiliation, light feminization

I was finishing washing up the dishes when Jimmy comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. Resting his chin on my shoulder as he asks,

“Do you think we can try something new in the bedroom?”

“Do you have something in mind?” I say as I finish up the last dish, putting it into the drying rack. 

“I was thinking overstimulation.” Turning around in his grasp I chuckle as I watch the blush creeps up his neck. 

“Of course we can love.”

“Really?”

“Yes, love.” I say, giving him a peck on the lips. “Now how about you go to up to our room, strip, and I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Ok sir.” 

“Good boy.” Giving him another kiss before letting him walk off. I spend the next five minutes or so tiding up a couple of things before heading upstairs. As I walk down the hall, I hear faint whines. Oh, poor baby can’t wait for me. Entering the bedroom, there on the bed was Jimmy, jerking himself off.

“So needy already getting started without me.” Jimmy quickly releases his cock, looking up at me with slight fear in his eyes. The fear in his eyes would be warranted any other day, but not today.

“I didn’t say stop, continue.” He looks at me, trying to sense deception in what I say or in my body language. Sensing nothing, he continues his prior movements. I let out a pleased hum as I watch him. I watch him a little longer before walking to the bedside table on my side. I open it and pull out a pink vibrator. 

“What’s that?” 

“Your new best friend.” He whimpers as he fucks his hands. His whimpers slowly getting higher and higher. You sitting on the bed I lean forward and whisper into his ear,

“Cum for me, love. Cum like the good boy you are.” He lets out a high pitch whine as realize all over his hand. 

“Good boy.” I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. I then pull him into my lap side ways. He whines shifting around. 

“Stop.” Jimmy stops letting out a small sorry.

“Good boy.” I say, brushing the hair out of his face. I admire how his cock is still so hard despite just cumming. It is so cute and red. I smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“How many times do you think you can cum tonight? You’ve already cum once.”

“4.”

“Hmm, we’ll have to see,” I say, picking up the vibrator turning it on, and placing it against his cock. Jimmy squirms and moans around in my lap.

“Does it feel good, baby? You just cummed not even a minute ago and now I’m gonna milk you until your pretty little cock is shooting blanks.” Jimmy whines as he tries to fuck himself against the vibrator.

“Aww so cute. You like the way daddy talks to you don’t you? “ Jimmy nods frantically.

“Good. You look so cute and pathetic like this on daddy’s lap, craving to cum again and again.” Jimmy whines in response.

“You like when I call you pathetic baby boy?” Jimmy frantically nods again.

“Yeah. You love being pathetic for daddy. You love when daddy shows your pathetic cock attention. God, your cock is so small and cute.” Jimmy lets out a long high pitch moan as he cums onto himself. 

“Aww good boy.” I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning up the vibrator higher. Jimmy squirms and moans even more desperately trying to get away from the vibrator. I hold on to him tighter, leaving him no way to escape.

“Your not getting away, baby boy. You asked for this. You can squirm all you want. Hmm, maybe next time we do this I’ll have you on my cock so I can feel you squirm, as you try to fuck yourself against the vibrator or as you try to get away from the vibrator.”

Jimmy lets out another high pitch moan and cums once again. 

“Damn baby boy, just that had you cumming all over yourself. God, you're so fucking pathetic. I love it. My pathetic baby boy cumming over and over for your daddy. Yeah, you just want to please your daddy. You want your daddy to milk your stupid little cock, as I say vile things to you.”

“Please.” Jimmy whines out.

“Please, what?”

“Please, it hurts so good.”

“Aww. How cute. You think you can cum for me one more time, baby,” Jimmy whines as he fucks himself against the vibrator frantically.

“You just cummed, are you seriously that desperate again? God, if only people knew how pathetic you are. And how small your cock is. They would probably laugh at how small it is. They’d probably mistake your dick for a clit. Yeah, your cute little clit and your big gapping boy pussy. Fuck. I love your big gapping boy pussy. I don’t even have to prep you. I can just slide right in. I wonder how many dicks you can fit in your boy pussy at once. Bet you could fit three of me in your boy pussy.”

I feel Jimmy’s body spasm as he cums again with a high pitch whine. Switching off the vibrator, I set it down on the bedside table.

“You good baby. It wasn’t too much.” Jimmy shakes his head as he rests it against my shoulder.

“I love you baby boy.”

“I love you, daddy.” He quietly responds. I give him a kiss on the head as I let him come down from his high.

[khloeblair]

Khloe:

I will admit that the subject matter of the name Akashic Records grabbed my attention, and I will do my best to finish all 12 episodes.

But I’m very irritated with this reality.

This crew (we’ll call them the Fairy Tail guild) is seemingly filled with a bunch of girls who are into racy curves and clothes, strong facades broken to reveal helpless submission, and being surrounded by flashy male heroes who eat up every chance to touch, harass, and rescue them.

Query:

How exactly is that growth of character?

Reflection:

That behavior alone is not exactly worth burning anyone over, but it also disqualifies those entities from hanging out in our vibrational ranges.

The way they have disfigured sexuality makes me sick.

Sex appeal on that scale represents hearts to small to comprehend the meaning of true love.

Any time characters like that make a big show of believing in something, they’re just pretending to appear profound so they can prove they’re both pretty and emotionally mature.

They’re the opposite.

This is why I associate big, engineered curves with the sentiment “ugly,” because it feels like the energy from within.

People who do that to their bodies seem to want to be touched, or at least want to be wanted.

I think it’s more about a feeling of always having the option to seduce any partner they crave, even on the most temporary of terms.

However, men can condition themselves to be immune to such disgusting games.

It’s a matter of self discipline.

I cannot assist directly since I’m busy translating these super disgusting females and their desires for submission, and not being able to avoid their emotions felt in every moment.

I do not know if translating their emotions in that sense is an important part of the process or not.

I also do not know if I have a choice.

If I take that opportunity to rage at them, what does that do for me?

I cannot witness such an event in front of my own eyes in a more public setting and rely upon rage to rescue me from empathy.

So then, this is probably the closest I can get to empathy with the male situation I just described.

It will have to start with accepting that someone’s behavior is causing reactions within my body that my logical mind rejects.

I cannot blame my body for this.

Is it mental, then?

It’s severely irritating to deal with the side effects of my body empathizing with this mess, and the entire process makes me sick.

As a side note, I’ve concluded that no one likes to sleep with girls whose personalities match having a traditional porn star body.

They even turn off the male pornstars, which is why there are so many cuts within scenes.

That’s not going to be relevant in the near future, but it was a conclusion I wanted on record.

Anyway, I do not know what to do with my body when it behaves this way. I have to believe there is some mental state which repels this disgusting type of energy.

If I jump straight to rage, it affects how I treat all the people around me in response to one persons behavior.

I do not like that.

I’ll just have to keep presenting myself with those types of stories and finding ways to avoid letting my body react the way it did today.

[countlessimagines]

Good Looking Boy [ Klaus Hargreeves x Reader ]

Summary: Klaus goes to you first when he returns from the 60’s, only to be met with a very different reality.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drug use and drinking, rehab mention for Klaus

A/N: wow! I did not expect to write this much and get so into the story… I would say part 2 but knowing myself it would take me a month to return to the imagine lol. Enjoy loves! <3

Song based Fic: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

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Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Yet you think we're the same

When Klaus returned from the 60’s with his family, they knew something definitely was wrong. However, a part of Klaus longed to find his long lost love - someone he had to leave in the apocalypse - you.

He thought about you everyday while he was gone. Of course Klaus, he hid it very well and played it off that he was excitable and enjoying his cult following. However, Ben noticed him flinch when others would fling themselves on Klaus, wanting his love. Ben knew that Klaus only had eyes for you. And, it didn’t help in Klaus’ case that he gushed about you to his father when they all had met him in the 60’s, as Klaus would soon find out his mistake.

The minute everyone settled into the hotel Obsidian, Klaus left to go find you. He knew Five advised everyone from making things worse, but his beating heart would only calm once he laid eyes on you. He didn’t care if this version of you was different or hated him or simply turned him away, but he wanted to know you were okay. He had to know you were okay.

Once he found your address and the apartment you were staying at, he was only met with the face of a gruff looking man who looked high out of his mind. Klaus could smell the stench on him. There were two options he had, he could either book it and run or see if this was actually your place.

“Does (Y/N) (L/N) live here currently?” Klaus asked sheepishly, trying to appear nice so the dude wouldn’t slam the door in Klaus’ face

“What do you want with her?” The man said in a raspy voice.

“Old friend of mine.” Who Klaus was desperately in love with.

“She used to live here but she up and disappeared one day. Apparently left for some man overnight.” The guy closed the door in Klaus’ face without another word.

Klaus let out a breath of despair and decided to ask around the apartment complex until he was escorted off premises for “disturbing the peace” once he got angry at everyone for denying him information.

He was about ready to give up until he saw your figure walk through the front desk and request for your mail that was still being delivered to the apartment. He watched you from the window as you waited patiently.

Klaus felt as if he couldn’t breath anymore as he took in your beauty. You were as beautiful as the day he left you.

He debated on going up to you, asking how you were and wanting to kiss you and more than anything, to just hold you in his arms to tell you he was okay and home. But this wasn’t the same person he fell in love with. You were more radiant and dressed in bright colored clothing, compared to your darker clothes you wore when you and Klaus dated. He remembers your black leather jacket that would never leave your sight and always was worn. And he remembers how you would always welcome him back into your arms when he was drunk, returning from rehab, or never made any sense. Now that he was sober, he wanted to show he could be a better boyfriend and not some junkie boyfriend.

Exiting the building, you checked your mail while Klaus was at a loss for words. Everything felt like it was spinning for him and he did not want to mess anything up.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“(Y/N)?” He blurted out in more of a questioning way instead of trying to get your attention, but it did anyways.

You turned towards the blubbering mess of Klaus beside you. “Uh, yes?”

Now he really didn’t think this out beforehand. A part of him wanted to hear you say his name in a joyous way - hoping you’d remember him. “Hi, um… I’m not sure if you remember me but we used to know each other a long time ago. Feels like years.” For Klaus, it had been. He had dreamt of coming home to you for years.

“No… sorry. Don’t recall meeting you…” you seemed uncomfortable, and Klaus seemed to break a bit with your words.

“Oh, must have mixed you up with someone else.” Klaus tried to laugh it off. “Well, I really like your jean jacket. The embellishments are perfect.”

He pointed to the back of the jacket where you had painted on small flowers and little bees. It was a definite contrast to what you use to wear.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him to be polite.

“I know this may seem out of nowhere,” Klaus nervously grabbed the back of his neck and shrugged, “Would you like to go out to lunch with me?”

You were taken aback from his very forward question and was desperate for an escape. Thankfully, for you, someone came to your aid.

“I finally found parking, almost had to punch a guy for stealing my space.” The voice of Ben was heard from beside the two of you. Both of your bodies shifted and Klaus was ready to question why he was even there… with you?

“Oh, sorry to hear sweetie,” you said and went closer to Ben who immediately grabbed your hand.

Ben noticed Klaus and scoffed, “What are you doing here, idiot? Trying to steal my girlfriend like you and your family attempted to take my home?”

Klaus choked on his words as he stuttered, “Your… girlfriend?”

“Yes, now go away before I make you,” Ben rolled his eyes and started to take you in a different direction.

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Klaus didn’t know what to do next as he watched Ben whisk you away with his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

It pained him to see you with the evil version of his brother, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things were before.

Whatever him and his family did to cause all of this, he hated it. Not only did he lose his Ben and suffer from addiction, he lost the love of his life.

Klaus walked all the way back to the hotel, his thoughts reminiscing on old times with you - treasuring each one as they would be the only memories he could have with you.

The ghost of your lips that would tease him with a light graze, the way your apartment always smelled like a warm autumn night, the posters you always hung up around your room that always fell, the autographed photo of Klaus that he gave you as a joke when you first started dating, and the faint laughter that filled the air whenever he would smother you in kisses.

Klaus finally arrived at the hotel, too upset to acknowledge anyone else as he sat at the buffet, eating away his feelings.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

My good looking boy, My good looking boy, My good looking boy

Oh, my good looking boy

Klaus lost track of time as he sat with an empty plate before him and a full stomach. He didn’t even register that someone was calling his name until he realized who it was.

He jumped from his seat and saw you standing before him, a bit startled by his reaction.

“Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said immediately and held up your hands in defense.

“What… what are you doing here?” Klaus stammered out and approached you carefully as to not upset you further.

“Well, Ben told me what happened and something just told me to follow you after I got rid of Ben by telling him to go train. I didn’t feel like running in the park again.”

Klaus chuckled, there was still the same old you in this timeline. You hated physical activity and would often have Klaus stay in for movie nights with you.

“So what do you think told you to follow me?” Klaus asked genuinely. Maybe fate would be on his side this time.

“Who knows. Maybe it’s destiny,” you joked, winking at him. “Or the fact that you knew my name and where I used to live.”

Klaus felt his cheeks warm up as you became serious. “Oh yeah, that…”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not normal to know unless we truly did know each other. I lived at those awful apartments during the worst years of my life… and you show up asking for me. Do I just not remember you? Was I drunk?”

Klaus shook his head profusely. “Far from that… really. It’s just, I don’t have anyone really that knows me that well like you did.”

“I’m sorry but I really don’t remember you. I think I would recall someone as good looking as you.”

He was surprised by the obvious flirting from you, but it wasn’t meant to be anything else but that - even if Klaus wanted it so badly to be.

“Why are you with Ben anyways? Sort of a dickhead.”

You shrugged, not really sure why you stuck around for so long. “Kind of liked the company I guess. I did meet him through his father who used to come to my job all the time.”

That’s when it began to sound suspicious to Klaus.

“His father would visit you?”

You nodded. “Kind of odd that he only became a regular at the shop when I started working there. Everyone made fun of me saying an old man has the hots for me.” Your laugh made Klaus smile. “It turns out he wanted to set someone up with his son. And that’s how I met Ben.”

Klaus knew his father was aware of you and your effect on Klaus. He purposely found you so you could date Ben. But why though? Was it to hurt Klaus?

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

“Did he say why he wanted you to date Ben?” Klaus started to dig. There had to be more to this story.

“Uh… something along the lines that his brother had been desperately in love with a girl, or something? Not sure how it pertained to Ben getting a girlfriend.”

And it clicked for Klaus. He was the brother in love, and their father wanted Klaus to never get a chance with you. Maybe he wanted Ben happy to keep him stable with the attitude he had. Ben seemed like a ticking bomb waiting for someone to say something offensive or snarky.

The only part of all of this that hurt was Klaus seeing you so radiant. He didn’t remember the last time he made you felt that way before he left.

Maybe it was for the better for you.

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

Klaus fell silent and you stood there awkwardly, awaiting for his response.

“Well, I better be going then.” You started to turn away from Klaus before he reached out and had a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please.”

You were confused. “Please what?”

“Please don’t leave. I left you once and I don’t think I could stand you leaving me. I changed, I promise. I’m not the same anymore.” Klaus’ eyes started to well up in tears. “I made a mistake of leaving you behind. If I had to rip time and space apart to be with you, I would.”

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“I… I don’t even know your name.” You muttered and moved your arm out of Klaus’ grip.

“My name is Klaus.” He looked like he was ready to get on his knees and beg. “Please, give me a chance. I know it’s not right and the timeline is screwed but whatever. That doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate.”

“And you’re insane… why would I leave my fiancé for you?”

Klaus felt as if his heart was stabbed a million times and more as you told him the news of your engagement. He could tell you didn’t want to be around him anymore, and he couldn’t blame you.

You adored me before

You walked away before he could say anything else to you.

But Klaus wouldn’t let that happen, not over his dead body. “Please! You adored me before.”

You didn’t even look back to acknowledge him. And while you didn’t want to admit it, you could feel your heart ache as you heard his sobs growing distant as you walked out the door.

Oh, my good looking boy

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[sukirichi]

Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

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“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden. 

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish – he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”