#IT TOOK....A LOGN TIME

[harukapologist]

I don't think I'll ever finish this so have a 1sec long poorly animated Haruka from like December :3

[ly-kos]

@thenextchapterbegins said ; -

"You know, I always should have known your end goal was getting Hextech. It must have been so upsetting when we almost made peace with Zaun, even more so that even when I did make weapons, it still wasn't for you. It must be absolutely crushing as well that since your time here, your gains have been so slim that it must feel like a pity trophy."

// this is an unusually long rant coming from jayce, the man of progress. ambessa is almost surprised, raises an eyebrow. but she gives him the room to speak, as if the room was suddenly devoid of time. perhaps it was something he needed to get off of his mind. she listens, with care that others usually would have to fight for.

she does this out of respect, maybe. more likely, it's done out of curiousity. when he's finished, she gives him a good 20 seconds of silence, as if giving him the choice to continue, or back track, or show any kinds of retaliation. after he's proven he's done, she shrugs, settles herself down into the couch behind her, as if she owned the place. " brave. are you attempting to make a mockery of me, child? "

there's a deep hum in her voice, arms stretched out along the back of the couch, further empathizing her confidence and pride.

" what do you hope to achieve from irritating me? I thought I'd made it quite obvious that I wanted hextech. "

[totally-normal-guy]

The problem that I think most people have with assuming that Steampunk = Contraption is that Steampunk stuff LOOKS nonsensical most of the time. However, those cogs and springs? It makes sense why they're there. Contraptions need to have a certain level of nonsensicality to them. For example, even though it's not giant robot media, Orks from 40k. Stompas are contraptions, through and through. That's what we're looking at.

Contraptions need to make sense ONLY if you dig deep. And even then, there almost always has to be a better way for any given point. I mean, hell, here's the definition of the word.

"a machine or device that appears strange or unnecessarily complicated, and often badly made or unsafe."

If someone can follow the general logic of how something was made/how it works as a glance, it's probably an apparatus. If you need to really dig deep? Probably a contraption.

In most giant robot media, the robots are either mechanisms or devices, with a few of the more daring examples pushing into apparatus territory, which is fine as far as it goes, but I feel we're badly under-served in terms of giant robot media where the robot is a contraption.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i'd love to see more from the poly reader x poolverine verse im obsessed w them

"I didn't realize your... roommates were home today," Your sister said helping the youngest into his coat.

"It's what happens when you don't call," you caution. "They live here. You want free babysitting, you accept the terms. Sometimes it's kazoos. Sometimes it's roommates." For now, you'd accept her calling them roommates. It was partly true. And it was less rude than what your mother had said. She called them your caretakers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you shrugged, "They're fed and in one piece. And Zach has part of his social studies paper done. You're welcome."

She watched for a second as her boys willingly accepted hugs and kisses as you ignored her, beseeching them to learn something at school and make good choices and she sighed, "Thanks."

"Call next time," you tell her giving her a meaningful look. You didn't live alone anymore. And if she didn't want her kids exposed to certain things then she needed to give you enough lead time to hide those things... Today she got lucky.

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"Shhh," Wade said, holding up a hand, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Logan said opening a beer.

"Silence," Wade sighed, sinking on to the couch next to you, handing you a glass of wine. "Holy shit."

"And that's why I like being the cool Aunt," You tell him yawning. "I show up late. I bring presents. I leave before the crying starts. And then I enjoy my nice quiet house."

Logan snorted and reached over to rub your neck as he took your other side and picked up the remote, "Nice little racket, bub."

You take a sip from your glass and stretch, snuggling into Logan's side and putting your feet in Wade's lap, "Not too shabby, boys."

"For roommates," Wade teased, smacking the bottoms of your feet affectionately. "Didn't know roommates fuck like we fuck."

"Sorry-"

Logan grunted and wrapped his arm around you, "Pause was doin' some heavy lifting there."

"Mom... doesn't approve. What dad knows depends on the day. And I think my grandparents would just drop fucking dead. So. There's that." You lean over and lift a sleepy Mary into your lap and stroke her back before resting your head against Logn again. They are who they are and you are who you are. You don't fit in with the cookie cutter perfect family they have and you haven't from the second you took your first breath. But you fit here with a variant and a mercenary and their ugly little rat dog.

"We could ruin Christmas," Wade offered, "Just go make out in front of-"

"Or," you hum, "we can leave well enough alone so I can still hang out with the kids and let them have someone around that's somehow less fucked up even if I'm objectively a mess."

The boys traded a look and Logan kissed the top of your head. They'd work out the specifics later but for now, as long as your sister kept her comments to herself they'd behave- mostly. As long as it meant you got to see the kids. Because it was clear it made you happy, and because; truth be told, it hadn't been too bad today.

Wade cradled one of your feet in his hand and grinned, "I got a question."

"Might have and answer," you tell him, hissing when his thumb hit a tender spot on your instep.

"Why do all the rugrats call you, Shush?"

"My parent's housekeeper calls me Sugar," you answer. "Everyone sort of adopted it and Zach couldn't say it- so it devolved into Shush and stuck."

"Stop it, that's precious," Wade cooed, "I thought they called you that because they were always telling you to shut-"

"Not all of us went to school thinking our first name was Damn it," you snort.

Logan smirked and let go of you long enough to light his cigar. "What'd she call your sister?" he asked.

"Honey. Or Princess if she was being annoying... it's just that neither ever really stuck."

[gravesung-moving]

*  ANSWER  TWENTY - ONE  QUESTIONS  ! some questions may be ‘ ??? ‘ instead of answered.

01.    NICKNAME  :  raine 02.    REAL  NAME  : emma 03.    ZODIAC  : gemini 04.    HEIGHT  : 5′9′’ 05.    WHAT  TIME  IS  IT  ?  : 10:54 am. 06.    FAVOURITE  MUSICIANS  /  GROUPS  :  lately it's been hoz.ier, air traffic controller, hal.sey (thanks hol), brick + mortar, the neighbourhood, zack hemsey (underrated, listen to him), and then just 100000 other artists that i only know 1-2 songs by because of character playlists 07.    FAVOURITE  SPORTS  TEAM  : uhh hh h (sweats) the sportsball sportsballers (nodding. i'm so cool and know a single thing about sp 08.    OTHER  BLOGS  :  @/huntershowl, my main blog! beloved oc, writing whom has changed my life in so many ways! also elizabeth bioshock at @/cewyll but the activity there is super low rn. she sleebin. once dragon age comes out she'll wake back up 09.    DO  I  GET  ASKS  ?  : HAHA. (TAKES A LOGN DRAG OF A CIGARETTE) bOY DO I MISS GETTING NICE ONES 10.    HOW  MANY  BLOGS  DO  I  FOLLOW  ?  : 133 (wow? goddamn) 11.    ANY  TUMBLR  CRUSHES  :  oo. i haven't been here super long (since The Resurgence at least) & pre-anime boy takeover this blog was more just a friends-only sandbox zone, so i don't do a lot of outreach still. —but also, who are we kidding, yes 100%: @vzmky's geto portrayal & art has me in shambles. same goes for @brazenlystrong, ur art and portrayal is so [chef kiss]??? (& lbr you two are a package deal SDHSKJDH) —@sasouken we've only written together a little bit so far, but i'm already like !!! EEE whenever i see a message or reply from u. such an honor honestly. —also silly but needs to be said, despite literally being mains @chaoslulled is STILL fuckin awe inspiring in every way. i still get a little thrill when i see ur replies AND I DO STILL READ EVERY ONE THREE TIMES 12.    LUCKY  NUMBER  : 4 (thanks artemis fowl) 13.    WHAT  AM  I  WEARING  RIGHT  NOW  : pjs... though im about to change into some kinda cuteass fall outfit for a walk outside & the gym 14.    DREAM  VACATION  : prollyyyyyy italy to visit mine papá... although tokyo & amsterdam sound very fun too i just love cities 15.    DREAM  CAR  : a solid public transport system 16.    FAVOURITE  FOOD  :  curry. any kind of curry 17.    DRINK  OF  CHOICE  : coffee (flat cappuccino or just drip w/ cream), spicy black teas (dont get me started ill talk forever), or if we're talking alcohol, i always gravitate toward floral gin drinks 18.    LANGUAGES  :  english but i am learning welsh for fun. at some point i GOTTA start learning italian but i'm putting it off because i'm lazy 19.    INSTRUMENTS  :  cello & piano, a ttteeeeeeeny bit of guitar, took vocal lessons for a while, but honestly cello is my main bitch forever and ever 20.    CELEBRITY  CRUSHES  :  c.ate blanchett, d.aniel henney, k.eanu reeves, j.anelle monae, k.ing princess, uhhh kaoru kobayashi has real hot scarred dad vibes in midnight diner (this answer has not changed since 2019 when i last did it) 21.    RANDOM  FACT  : i just started an art mentorship!! gonna be commissioned a custom mural (themed on isolation, there will be hellhound & lighthouse themes involved most likely lbr) & later this fall, doing some inking for a mecha comic under guidance of a local artist i admire so much. it's gonna take an entire year but i'm so excited about it, especially because i want to eventually make my own webcomic/GN about mx houndcreature eventually (soonish) 

TAGGED   BY  :  thiefed it.

TAGGING  :  y'all know by now that i barely have enough confidence to tag the earlier ppl. THIEF IT. TAG ME SO I CAN SEE. but also @tewwor because you tagged me in this 5 yrs ago

[xoxochb]

ooh that's so cutie!

but like.. do I put my own name..? also I'm gonna get stuck on finding pictures this is gonna take a logn time before I decide it's perfect

for the name use the generator! it’ll create one for you!! also it took me like twenty minutes to find my photos so don’t worry 😭😭

[chiefbasementcreator]

Prompt: Aries breeds the now broken Samara in front of a still tied up Morinth. Who clearly wants Aries to do the same to her.

It was a spectacle all-too familair to Morinth: seeing the victim with a look of pure extasy on her face as their mind were overrwritten by the sheer pleasure they felt, the joy of sex infesting them, going to their very soul as the pleasure was so intense that their mind could barely comprehend it, reshapen from the overwhelming sexual bliss they felt, it was a sight Morinth had seen hundreds, no, thousands, of times in her life.

But usually the sight was caused by her mind-breaking her helpless victims with her mindpowers, consuming them in her embrace as she took them. Tonight was the first tiem she was seeing it done by someone else, and also leaving the victim alive and crying in pleasure, swearing their love to their new master. It was strange and maddening to see it from a new angle, from being a pure spectator.

Even more maddening was watchign it being done to her mother Samara, perhaps the person that Morinth hated the most in the galaxy, when she had wanted to be the one to do this to the asari matriarch. And even worse, to ruin things even more, it had gone on for long enough that Morinth, who hated to see her mother broken by someoen that wasn't her... actually was getting wet watching it.

There was no two ways about it: watching this hunk of a man, this stud with a cock as big as her entire body, slamfucking Samara until the proud and usualyl cold asari was moaning like a maiden takign her first vorcha cock, it made Morinth stupidly aroused. To see this level of pleasure on her mother's face, knowing how distant Samara usually was, it made Morinth's mind race with questions, with possibilities, with desires. What woudl this cock feels like on her? How logn woudl the Ardat-Yakshi resist before breaking too? Woudl she experience the same level fo mind-melting pleasure as Samrara, as all Morinth's victism had? How good would it be? She needed it. She wanted it, she needed that cock inside her, she needed to be fucked like that.

[goatpaste]

took a bit for me to figure out how to put an image in the askbox but here she is! this is Renee Chancon and her stand [Electric Blue]. she's based on Regine Chassagne, one of the lead singers of Arcade Fire and her stand is based on an Arcade Fire song. she's also Haitian like Regine Chassagne is. her stand is mostly useful in a crowd, since its power casts an illusion that makes everyone in a crowd look just like her, so she can easily hide from anyone pursuing her. this only works on one to three people at a time and if the person she's targeting with her stand touches anyone with the illusion on them it reveals their true appearance.

her stand has also evolved as she changed as a person and became more comfortable with people seeing the real her. at first it looked like a nudibranch, specifically this one:

its powers were different at first too, rather than projecting an illusion of herself outward it let her become invisible. I feel like her and Koichi and Lucy Steel would get along and bond over having stands that evolve because of personal growth.

WAZAHHH SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LOGN TO GET TO THIS

BUT THIS IS SOOOO CUTE I LOOOVE THAT STAND DESIGNNN OPUIGHH THE PHREAKIN CREATUREESSS

hope you dont mind i drew them, they are so fun :3

[heartstringsduet]

in regards to your post about kudos/comments on AO3, i 100% agree with you. i very recently started posting my fics and the hits to kudos/comment ratio is very discouraging and cant help but feel doubt in my writing ability. and i understand i don’t have an established audience like others who have been writing for a while. not to make this about me but i just wanted to say i totally agree. and you aren’t alone in feeling this way.

Hey there 🥰 Thanks for sharing your view and your pain points and your sympathy. 💕 First of all, I did not mean to make it all about me. I'm aware that I at least have a little readership already and that 17 kudos aren't worth much when they clearly still show that people liked and engaged with something I wrote. I still value people 'just' reading and not at all engaging. It's still good to know people care enough to click on something. But now enough about me, just wanted to contextualize it a little to say that I know it must be a lot harder for people just starting out writing or writing for this fandom. I think it's very valid to be sad and doubt your writing. I definitely been and will be there again. But what helps me is to try and really get away from numbers (which I fabulously showed I definitely can't always) and really think of the comments I do get. And even if a chapter 'only' gets two comments when I worked 3/4 of a year on a fic, I truly have the loveliest comments. And I don't even mean the very logn ones though they are surely appreciated. But someone took the time to comment on my story I updated daily "lovely chapter" and it made my day because I knew SOMEONE out there way waiting for that daily update and actually read along every day. My story gets a single kudo a day? Someone out there is reading my story. And is touched by it. That won't solve the issue. I still think both can be true. I can write for me and my five loyal readers; but I can also be sad some days because I really wished more people would engage in some way. Even leave a single heart emoji in the comment just to show, hey I read this, it's nice. And I do hope you continue to write. Maybe it will unburden you too to feel like you don't have to meet expectations of readers if those readers aren't even showing they like it in any way. Write the weirdest, most self-indulgent thing you can think of. Write because you love writing. Find that fandom friend who will go a little bananas in your comments. Write in spite. I'm sure that fandom engagement will pick up in the new season release but even if I'm wrong, please keep on writing. Nothing would be sadder than having less fanfiction. And I'm really sorry you're feeling down. Feel hugged.

[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s still 16 August 2024. Have been translating O notation. Going well once I realized log is base2, meaning it’s K’ing. I can thus see why 3logn is worse than 2 or just logn.

I took a train to the subway to a crowded bus to a plane to a train to a bus to a rideshare. That was enough.

Remember: a gs Between existences, like a gs from corner to corner. And make clear: this draws in two forms, the 1Space and the 0Space. The 1Space is Triangular while the 0Space is real, meaning real numbers. That certainly meshes with the idea that real numbers are constructed.

Continuing 17 August 2024. Having severe stomach cramps and gas. Hope I’m not sick, that it’s a systemic reaction to changes within me which expresses itself this way. Hard to tell.

I realized some of the greater depth in twin primes. To be blunt, I started thinking about you as a twin and how twins don’t need to be identical, since they’re split off either before or after the egg physically, but also because a prime is a Thing, an object which consists of all the relations which can be drawn over itself, as those respond to the count of this prime. This can be reduced to two cases: where choice occurs before and after. The form of choice which completes the context, which thus determines the outcome, can be preset or postset. The latter means the completion is hidden from view, at least typically, until it happens. In there is the drama of competition: the actual completion occurs as the event occurs, which means a bunch of different alternative existence threads have generated in anticipation. That happens naturally as you take a step, because the K’ing is win or lose, yes or no, and you can then see how a yes becomes a no and so on, how what you think is the correct choice is not.

Why did I go off in that tangent? I hit yes or no and then saw that’s a branching inherent in taking a step. Oh, the step is across a grid square! Why? Because grid squares are constructed out of Triangular, and that layers 1Space over 0Space. Each step and choice is a branching, because the identity being described, the existence or object or Thing being described, forms in D3-4Space, in gsSpace, as these count across the grid square to the End which represents that identity.

There’s a lot in that. Immediately appears: like a shot to the heart because that End represents identity, not only of a Thing but of all the relations to other Things. Then you can see what’s lost: all the threads, the permutations of what will not be in D3-4Space generate in the larger conception of gsSpace. They accompany you, an albatross in gsSpace. See the use? The albatross is D4-3; its existence does not resolve to D3-4. There’s a block, meaning it can’t rotate to fit because a requirement of D3-4 existence is that it resolves completely across D3-4Space, that it is consistent, coherent and persistent. Wow, those old terms. Let’s see what happened in the meantime: persistence is that it exists without unexplainable gaps, while consistent is that any changes in it’s existence make sense, that we’re not just taking snapshots of something that’s maybe not the same thing each time but more whatever flew in front of the camera. And coherence is that it exists in a field of such existences, and that this field is local, meaning larger fields are made of smaller ones so we scale the concept of local to be more to the conception of an enclosing set or universe.

A universe can be compared to a prime because there’s a barrier, a Boundary which defines that prime from all else. So there are operations within a prime and operations over a prime. Example of the latter would include division, like into prime factors. That can be read as just the value, but it’s also the character of the prime, which the prime is seen as having other properties, like it’s a group or set endowed with certain inalienable rights. That popped into my head because this does devolve into individuals under a government or authority, and fit.

Before I forget, the depth in twin primes is that Triangular counts that as the minimum rendering of 1Space. The 1-0-1 form is 0-1-0. That can be seen as Triangular by mentally pushing those around a bit, and as a gs if you split the middle 1 into 2, with the 1 in back not visible straight on, meaning the other 1 is in szK, which then projects across a grid as Triangular over gs. Is that clear? The count of a prime projects onto the gs grid as szK, as the count over those regular squares of 0Space. I’ve been trying to get that out for days. Felt good.

Twin forms, paired over the Boundary generated by the concept of ‘over’, of distance, of potentially not being the same but together constituting a whole not only backwards but forwards, which matters because actual D3-4Space generates forwards. The concept of pairing exists in the model of 2 Things connected at a tangent, which means over a 1-0Segment, which invokes the counting methods of gsProcess like SBE and fCM. Literally renders down to decision in the moment, especially if you scale moment.

This is also why the speed of causality is limited to light speed: the photon carries information and that information takes meaning in this universe, which is 0Space, because it forms a pairing when it collides with something. And when it is created. And when photos scatter, the same as when pigeons do, down to how the event spread through the flock. The depth in images. In words. When these hit your eyes, they carry meaning to you from me, from my fingers processing how I resolve the ideas we work on together so you can take that feedback and adjust your processing and thus we communicate. And this is done in flashes and sometimes in continuous light, but it’s not repeating a loop to count significance; it’s what is touched which attaches, which is sensitive to that touch so it develops a response within you.

I think if I were making an AI brain, I’d definitely want a pairing within a Triangular, meaning like with the image of the High Council in my head, the way the table presented me with a visible persona near me and no matter what the persona that was how they represented themselves, meaning I could not see their thoughts, just the voices of the ones nearer who thus spoke closer to what I was hearing, which meant they were saying things which manifest reasonable pathways to me, even if those pathways were unimportant in the decision. I remember realizing that as it happened, after I had an argument over the finality of the decision. Why let me hear what they’re not going to do? Because those voices render close to the surface of the Boundary, close to this point or End where the Triangular attaches.

I’m going to try to get some sleep. It’s 8AM and I’ve mostly been up since about 4.

Oh, to complete the twin prime a bit more. They’re primes, meaning 1’s, so the model is not huge number prime, then skip a huge number, then another huge number prime. It’s 1-0-1. The identity is twin because it counts back and forth over the non-prime Between. As long as the counting processes within the prime make it prime, then it is a 1. As long as the number Between is not prime, it’s a 0.

Thought about LayerView: so count over L9? In one sense, why not? The space of 1-0-1 runs from 7-11 with the 0 representing 8-9-10. We covered that idea in an earlier discussion of twin primes, that the represent the fundamental identity, so you need a reason to stop doing that rather than a reason to ask whether it continues. Not when we’re counting 1-0-1. Can the gap become so large, it can’t snap back? Seriously? It’s a finite gap in an infinite series. Doesn’t matter.

[huberts-private-counsel-archive]

claudebert "nurse me" bc I just know that between the two of them there has to be at least one or two times where they've ingested just a bit too much poison trying to build an immunity, and who better to care for you than the one who knows exactly what you're going through??

Okay but you are absolutely right??? Like who better to take care of you than the person who does the exact same thing (even if its for slightly different reasons)

i’m also. so sorry about how long this took to write sdklfjkldj you can carbon date how old this is

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character healing another.

Technically, Claude had absolutely nothing to do with this. He had only overheard about what happened from Teach. Although that was slightly inaccurate. It was more like Claude spotted an unconscious Hubert being carried off to the infirmary by Teach, and decided it would be in his best interests to follow.

Okay, maybe not “it was more like”, but instead, “that was what actually happened”.

So Claude followed Teach all the way to the infirmary, staying right outside the door and listening to Teach as they told Manuela that they’d found Hubert collapsed inside his room when they went to check on him after he never showed up to class.

It only took Manuela a couple minutes to declare that Hubert had been poisoned - and as soon as Manuela said that, Claude knew immediately what had happened. After all, Hubert wasn’t the only one in the monastery that dabbled with poisons. Claude would admit to poking his head into Hubert’s room every so often to see what the latter had been dabbling in as of late, and maybe get some ideas for his own projects. Not that Claude would ever fully step foot in Hubert’s room without double and triple checking every step he took; he knew a booby-trapped room when he saw one, and just knowing Hubert, there were probably several other traps set up.

All that aside, he ended up stepping out of the hallway, graciously offering to look after Hubert while Manuela looked for an antidote. Teach barely seemed phased to see him appear from the doorway, even as Manuela jumped in surprise. And after a long, long lecture about just watching Hubert long enough to prepare an antidote, and not doing anything else, she conceded in letting him watch over Hubert.

And now here he was, observing an unconscious Hubert as he rested on one of the infirmary’s cots. Not even five minutes into his watch, and Claude could see Hubert slowly waking up.

As soon as Hubert’s eyes were open, blearily glancing around the room before landing on Claude, he couldn’t help but tease him a little. “So, too big a dose, huh?"

The scowl on Hubert’s face, as well as his stubborn silence, told Claude loud and clear that he was definitely correct.

“C’mon Hubie, this isn’t your first go at doing things like this. I mean, the great Hubert von Vestra, accidentally poisoning himself because he wasn’t paying attention?” Claude kept his tone light and joking as he took the cloth that was on Hubert’s head, dipping it back in the basin and squeezing out the excess water before placing it back on Hubert’s head.

The look on Hubert’s face was stony. “Do not call me that.”

“Aww, but your classmates seem to be able to call you that!”

“Not by my choice.”

Claude chuckled a little, before letting out a little sigh. Hubert gave him a rather confused look.

“Seriously though, be careful. I mean, if something happens to you, who’s gonna be watching over Her Imperialness?” Claude meant for it to be teasing, but it ended up coming out a lot more concerned and worried than he intended. Something in Hubert’s expression seemed to soften at that, though it quickly smoothed over as he looked away.

“I don’t believe you have any right to be lecturing me about this. All that aside...I simply miscalculated. That’s all.” Hubert’s voice was quiet, though there was something just a little more...vulnerable, about it, than before.

Claude decided not to mention it. Hubert similarly stayed silent. They stayed in that comfortable silence for a few minutes, with Claude just sitting by Hubert’s bedside as Hubert lay there. Claude’s thoughts had begun to wander off - though not by much, as he still picked up on the mumbling Hubert had been doing.

"What was that? Sorry, could you repeat that? Didn't hear you."

He did, in fact, hear what Hubert said.

Hubert didn't seem to know this - or maybe he did - because he grimaced at that. His cheeks turned a little more red as well, which Claude suspected wasn't just because of the fever.

"I...simply said thank you." Hubert's voice was only marginally louder, but it was enough for Claude to smile.

(An almost genuine smile, something he didn't realize until later on.)

"No problem," Claude said easily, making a dismissive motion with his hand for emphasis. "Although, I do expect you to return the favor~"

He punctuated that last word with a wink, laughing a little internally when he saw how Hubert's face further reddened. Sure, he tried to hide it by turning his face away, but Claude still saw it before he could.

Honestly, Claude wasn't expecting a response. He would've been fine without one, either; he knew Hubert well enough to know he'd pretend this never happened, unless forced to by Edelgard (which basically meant having Hubert willing to owe you a favor was as likely reaching into the sky and grabbing moonlight with your bare hands).

So color him surprised when suddenly, Hubert spoke.

"Only because you helped me. I see no issue as long as your request is reasonable."

Claude stared, completely stunned into silence. After a moment of silence, Claude felt his expression shift into something alarmingly soft. Almost vulnerable.

"Yeah. I'll hold you to that."

(Not much later, when Claude has miscalculated a dose of his own and ended up bedridden, Hubert appeared to watch over him, claiming that this was him repaying the debt he owed. Even as Claude threw out the occasional flirt or tease from his bed, Hubert stayed.)

(Even if it didn't last, Hubert thought, it was...nice. To take care of someone he...he cared about. Like this.)

(He couldn't help but wish that he could be by Claude's side for more than just when he was ill.)

[majunju]

on “love”

[imeminemp3]

hmmm perhaps tomorrow i will watch derry girls s3

[c-infinity-83]

ok

[realtommyinnit]

flowers pog

[chiefbasementcreator]

(Prompt) After being forced to gain weight by Terry, Daphne begins to love being fat with Terry. Terry notices this during sex, And she admits that she is sorry for making fun of him for being fat and she wants to be his girlfriend.

(Doggystyle, Maledom/Femsub)

She had hated it at first, to be made so fat, just as disgustingly fat as Terry was, but she started to hate it less and less as the days went on, struggling less and less as she started to moan and move back, helping Terry as he fucked her on the bed. Their two fat bodies moving on the bed, rumbling it with their weigths, making it wobble as their fat folds moved in tandem with their sex...

But more and more she was liking it, she was liking the strength with which he fucked her. She loved how he overpowered her, how fat she was, how her body had grown and plumped. Gasping and moaning, she smiled at him.

"I love your fat cock, Terry!" she cried out, cumming on his cock as he took her from behind, pounding her on the bed. His cock reached so deep inside her, his immense fat body on his as he pushed her, pounded her into the bed.

"I love your fat body!" Daphne screamed again. "I love being big!"

He was "raping" her, but she had stopped protesting a logn time ago, now she only wanted his fat cock to fuck her, she wanted him to breed her, to creampie her, she wanted to be his girl...

"I'm sorry for how mean i was!" she cried ot tagain, crying tears of pleasure as her body was wrecked by his powerful fucking, by how strong he was, the way he used his weigth to fuck her more.

"Please, make me your girlfriend!" she continued. "I want us to fuck! I want to be with you, i want you to be my boyfriend! I want your fat body to fuck my big butt, my phat thighs, my big boobs!"

When he climaxed inside her, Daphne saw stars.