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[adraughtofamortentia]

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[pandorxxx]

Another man’s treasure

Neteyam x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: cursing, oral (reader receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, neteyam having a size kink, neteyam being “Mr. Steal yo girl” kinda, creampie, marking, scenting.

Listen to Mr. Steal yo girl by Trey Songz for the best experience 😊

Synopsis: You wanted lo’ak, and it was no secret. However, you were scared to talk to him. When you went to Neteyam for help, he made it known that lo’ak wouldn’t be interested in you because of your abnormal (among navi) size. But you soon realized, that what one brother didn’t like, the other one loved…

🔞mdni🔞

“Cant you find something else to do? I don’t have time for this today.” Neteyam chuckled, pushing leaves out of his path as he went to fulfill his duties. This was becoming an everyday thing almost. You’d follow Neteyam into the forest as he did his daily chores just to bug him about the same old shit.

You had a huge crush on lo’ak, and since you and Neteyam were…somewhat friends, you decided that the only way to get in good with lo’ak was with the help of Neteyam. Although he wasn’t much help.

“Neteyam come onnnn. I’ll leave you alone if you talk to lo’ak for me.” You whined, running behind him to keep up with his long strides. You were alittle younger than both of them, but that didn’t stop you from trying. Also, you were alittle smaller than the average female Navi, so you got made fun of sometimes. But you had a “Fuck you” mentality when it came to bullies, you couldn’t care less.

“Why don’t you talk to him, huh? Why are you bugging me about it? I’ve got shit to do y/n.” He spoke calmly, making sure to hold the leaves down for you to walk through. He was such a gentlemen without even trying.

“You know him better than I do. I just figured you could help me out…TEYAM!” You shouted his name, making him halt in his tracks with an irritated sigh. He turn to you, walking alittle closer.

“Y/n please. I don’t have time to get in the middle of this shit. And plus, I personally don’t think that lo’ak would go for this.” Neteyam confessed.

“And why do you think that? I’m pretty, no?” You asked with a hint of aggression, eyebrow cocked as you awaited an answer. He chuckled, crossing his arms.

“You’re very pretty. But you know that’s not what I meant.” He shook his head. Your eyes narrowed, picking up on what he was insinuating.

“Well what DID you mean, Neteyam?” You asked, anger radiating off of your skin. He eyed your small frame up and down in curiosity.

“Fuck, don’t make me say it. It’s very obvious.” He ran his hand through his braids with a loud chuckle. You were now visibly angry, tail swaying high in defense as you clutched your bow. Although you were smaller, you were one of the best warriors here. Some would even say better than the mighty warrior himself, so he knew you meant business.

With a loud sigh, he finally fessed up. “Y/n…you’re tiny as fuck.” He nodded with a sarcastic grin.

“Neteyam, what does that have to do with anything? Huh?” You asked with heavy aggression, shifting your body weight to one hip.

“If I were lo’ak. I wouldn’t even wanna touch you. Might break your little ass.” He joked, however you didn’t find it funny whatsoever.

“Fuck you. I can take any male in this clan, you and lo’ak INCLUDED. Size means NOTHING!” You snapped, poking his chest angrily as you peered up at him. He let out a loud laugh, placing his large hands on your shoulders.

“I promise you, and I mean this in the most humble way possible. You cannot take me, y/n.” He spoke passive aggressively, his tone becoming alittle serious.

“Neteyam, check my fucking stats. I’d have you crying when I’m done.” You growled, smacking his hands off of your shoulders. It was no secret that you’d been with other males before, what girl hadn’t? Though small, you knew exactly how to please a man. And men just like Neteyam would underestimate you all the time…until they got their feel.

“Oh y/n, please. I’ve heard about you, trust me. But I’m a REAL man. Those little boys you’ve been with have NOTHING on me. You hear me? NOTHING!” He growled, jaw clenching in restraint. You laughed in his face, taking a step back to scan his body from head to toe.

“Oh, ok there big boy. Calm down. Did lil ole’ me get under the mighty warriors skin?” You mocked. Neteyam was a man of great restraint, but you were really pressing his buttons today. He let out a deep sigh, before chuckling to himself.

“Don’t make me ruin you for lo’ak.” Was all he said, in that deep tone of his. The one that meant business. The one that created a pool of your own slick in your loincloth. The one that made you shift back and forth experimentally, trying to find some sort of friction.

“A lot of open ended sentences today. Tell me what that’s supposed to mean.” You commanded, arms crossed as you took a step forward.

“You know what it means, don’t act so innocent y/n. And DONT challenge me. I’ll snap you like a twig.” He trailed off, eyeing you up and down. You laughed in his face again, at his sudden sexual advances. It was always lo’ak for you, but Neteyam was just as hot, if not hotter. He was stronger, taller, sexier, and a lot more mature.

“So do it. You have nothing but space and opportunity to show me. If I’m being honest, this sounds like a bunch of bs. I can’t take you seriously in this light, Neteyam. You’re always so uptight.” You teased, hoping that it would make him angry enough to take you, right here…right now. But he quickly caught on to your antics. He stepped closer, until your plump breast met his stomach. Peering down at you with a crooked grin.

“Oh, I don’t know y/n. You’re too small to ride this ride. I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re better off finding lo’ak. He’s more your speed.” He nodded.

“But the things I’d do to you…it’s unspeakable.” He whispered, running his large hand down your torso, all the way to the band of your loincloth. You bit your lip, directing your attention to the scene.

“Tell me about it, I’m all ears.” You spoke sensually, eyes meeting his once again. “Well first…I’d rip this fucking loincloth off of your hips.” He spoke, simultaneously ripping your cloth off. You gasped, finding your balance again from the unexpected force.

“Then…I’d turn you around, and bend you over.” He spoke. His tone low and full of lust as he spun you around, bending you over into a 90 degree angle. Your hands immediately finding refuge on the bark of the tree infront of you. You let out a little giggle as you turned your head to look back at him, waiting for his next move.

“Mmmhm.” he groaned, smacking your ass as he watched your arousal leak out of you like a stream. You let out a small whimper at the impact, so desperate for more.

He kneeled down behind you, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He licked his lips before diving in. His calloused hands holding your cheeks opened as he devoured you whole.

“G-God, Neteyam!” You whimpered, digging your nails into the bark. He didn’t say anything else to you, didn’t even bother coming up for air. All you could hear was nasally gulps, and squelching sounds followed by low hums of satisfaction from him.

You could feel his tongue flicking, sucking, and gnawing on your sensitive clit before licking all the way up to your ass, giving it a small peck. And then he would go back to work on you. Your legs were starting to shake as your whines increased in volume.

“I-Im sooo close.” You spoke in exhaustion from holding yourself up. He hummed in response, wiggling his head as you used the flat of his tongue to taste you completely. This in turn, sending you over the edge. Without much warning, you released into his mouth. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his strong hands held you in place as he lapped up your juices. All of your essence dripping down his jaw and neck.

“This pussy tastes like heaven, baby.” He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before standing to his full height behind you.

“I want you to stay juuust like this for me. Think you can do that?” He asked as he untied his loincloth from around his his gently. You nodded in response, feeling his tip graze past your slit on the way up to slap his stomach.

He grabbed his cock, using the tip to play with your clit. “Mmm…” You hum, leaning your cheek against the bark as you watched him with desperate eyes.

With little to no warning, just a devilish smirk, he slide into you slowly. His cock was stretching you out more than you’d ever been, yet it felt like the perfect fit once he bottomed out. You let out a series of loud whimpers once you felt his tip probing at your cervix. That was a feeling you’d never had before.

“I know, baby. I know…” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly to get you used to his size. His large hands trailed all the way up your back, giving it a light rub before finding their way to the back of your neck.

“You’re s-sooo big!” You whined, knuckles turning white from the grip you had on the bark infront of you. He didn’t know what it was about your cries that turned him on so much. Maybe it was the fact that you were a tough girl, and seeing you so helpless at the hands of him made his head spin.

And as much as he loved to make fun of how small you were, he secretly loved it. The comparison of you to him had him aroused from the start. He was a relatively big guy, very strong, and muscular from his endless training. And although you were a warrior too, you simply didn’t look like one. You were very fragile…delicate to him. And he loved that he could have his way with you.

“Mhm, keep talking.” He growled, now picking up the pace. His warm sack smacking against your sensitive clit, creating the right amount of friction. On top of the constant pounding to your sweet-spot. You couldn’t even form a complete thought at this point. The pleasure was consuming you. And at that point, you realized that you’d never had sex like this. Neteyam had proven to you why he was the better choice.

“I-I can’t even….I-I d-don’t- FUUUCK!” You rambled. So flustered that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He let out a breathily chuckle, rutting into you like he’d never see you again.

“Ok! ok! ok! I-I can’t take this shit. y-you’re killing me, Teyam!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were on the verge of such an intense orgasm, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was becoming too much for you to handle.

“But you’re so fucking close, baby. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me, sucking me in. I thought you could take me?” He spoke in a condescending tone, the same devilish grin plastered across his face as he watched your plump ass ripple with every thrust.

“I-I can’t take you! I CANT!” You whimpered, tears blurring your vision. He slowed down for you, just alittle, but not nearly as much as you needed. You began to gnaw at the bark in desperation, just trying to find some relief from your incoming orgasm.

“And why can’t you take me? I wanna hear this shit.” He spoke in a low tone, shifting his hands to your hips for more leverage. He began to thrust into you slow and deep, nearly knocking the wind out of you with every stroke.

Oh, how he loved this. He knew why you couldn’t, he just wanted to hear you say it. Hear you tell him how strong, and how big he was. It was an ego boost for him, and to have you completely drunk off of his cock was a huge turn on.

“Mmm t-oooo big. Way t-too big!” You spoke deliriously, legs beginning to shake as that knot in your stomach started to unravel. Your walls clenched around him before releasing your essence. You let out a series of loud moans, just like music to his ears.

“Thaaats right, baby. Cum on this big dick.” He moaned, smacking your ass with his bottom lip in between his teeth. His cock began to twitch Inside of you, signaling that he was about to cum. So instead, he pulled out of you quickly with a loud groan. He held your hips in place so that you wouldn’t fall as he caught his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. You managed to turn around in his embrace, leaning your back against the bark of the tree lazily.

“Y-You didn’t-“ you began, before he lifted his finger to silence you. “Don’t worry about me. I just wanted to give you alittle taste. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He confessed, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“What if I want you to hurt me?” You spat, bringing him flush to you by his hips. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but mostly curiosity.

“Give me your all, Neteyam. Give me everything, please. Even if we have to go at it all fucking night. I want more than a taste.” You spoke sensually, wrapping your arms around his waist before planting a kiss on his chest.

“Fuck, don’t talk like that. Please.” He chuckled, rubbing your arms lovingly as he stared down into your desperate eyes.

“And what about lo’ak, huh? I thought you had a thing for him an hour ago.” He asked playfully, already knowing that lo’ak was the farthest thing from your mind at this point.

“I want you now. Is that a crime?” You asked, not even letting him answer the question before you stood on your tippy toes, engaging in a passionate kiss with him. His hand found the back of your head, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss. The other hand snaking around to lift you up, pinning you to the tree behind you. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck.

“Mmm, take this off.” He spoke between kisses, referring to your top. You backed away from him slightly, leaning all the way back on the bark. He watched you intently, as you began to untie your revealing top. It popped open with the last knot, revealing your plump breasts. And just like a man, he licked his lips as his eyes locked to your chest.

“Fuuuck me.” He groaned before attacking your nipples. Gently gnawing at them to create love bites, and running his warm tongue around your areola. He nuzzled his head in your chest with low groans of satisfaction as he scented you. Everyone would know who you belonged to from here on out.

Without warning, he lifted you up by your ass, and slammed you down on his cock. You both moaning in unison. He immediately set a merciless rhythm, impaling you over and over again roughly.

“Oh great mother, yessss!” You praised, squeezing your eyes shut as your voice rippled through the forest due to his unbearable pace.

“Mmm, keep screaming like that.” He demanded, thrusting into you harder, knocking the air out of your lungs with every stroke. There wasn’t much else you could say, you were completely silenced.

“I-I..” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You let your head find refuge on the bark behind you, revealing your unscathed neck to Neteyam…big mistake for such a territorial male like himself.

He bent down to your neck, taking a deep breath before flashing his fangs. He grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Without anymore hesitation, he bit down on your neck gently. Still hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh my-“ you started, your head going completely limp on the bark behind you. You could feel another orgasm building deep in your stomach.

“B-Baby, Im so close. Sooo so close!” He moaned, watching your breast bounce from his hard thrusts. He was slowly loosing it, and he couldn’t contain himself much longer. He could feel his stomach muscles tense repeatedly, which is something that’s never happened to him. Beads of sweat began to roll off of his frowned forehead. His mouth was slightly agape, low whimpers falling from his lips. And at that moment, he realized he’d never had sex like this.

“FUCK!” He growled, his hand slapping against the bark behind you as he bounced you on his cock quickly.

“Give it to me, pleaseeee!” You screamed, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your body began to tremble in his arms as your toes curled. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your peak was nearing quickly.

“Ladies first. Cum on this dick again, baby.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the lobe gently. The act alone sending you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack as you released on him for the second time. Loud squelching sounds filling the forest as his cream coated cock slid in and out of you. He could feel your walls contracting around him, and he just couldn’t hold it any longer. “Ohhh, shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He chanted, releasing his seed deep into your empty womb with a loud groan.

“Don’t be sorry, I-I wanted it. Juuust like that!” You whined, rolling your hips into his to bury his seed deeper into your tight cunt. You both took a few minutes to catch your breaths before he pulled out slowly.

“Mmmhm…” He hummed, watching his excess cum drip to the ground beneath you. For a moment, you two stared at each other in awe, completely whipped by one another.

He had his mind made up, and it seemed as though you had changed yours. Neteyam was the only man you wanted from now on….

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[luffysprincess]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : ISAGI YOICHI

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : isagi yoichi x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 543

⊹ warnings : reader is referred to as “girl” with she/her pronouns, suggestive, mentions of oral sex, if I’m missing something pls lmk!! MINORS DNI

⊹ A/N : this is a repost from my prev blog bc i wanna continue this series and i cant post the next part without the context from this one so if it looks familiar, thats why. ALSO if anyone has a reblog of bachira's part somewhere pls send me the link!!

⊹ bachira’s version | kunigami’s version

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

“@/isagisbbybgrl asks How big is your dick?”

Isagi had practically choked on his own spit at the question.   “Wha—why is this the first question?!”

“I’m just reading out what Twitter wants to know?”, the interviewer laughs at the shock in his face. “Now answer the question.”

Isagi, Kunigami and Bachira were currently sat side by side across from their interviewer. They had been invited to guest star on LockX , one of the most popular podcasts to date relating to everything and anything Blue Lock. And today they were asked to answer a few fan questions from Twitter all while hooked up to a lie detector. Up first was Isagi, who looked like he was already regretting coming today.

“Like 10 inches” he sighed out. All heads turned to the polygraph examiner— Milo was his name.

“There’s no way—“

“Truth”

Bachira laughs out at Kunigami’s disbelief while the latter mumbles to himself. Something about not believing it till he sees it himself.

“Wait, now I’m curious” Bachira scooted forward and turned to Isagi. “How much of it does your girl take in her mouth?

“What the fuck Megs? Nope. I’m not talking about Y/N here. Not like that.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but more than half these Twitter asks are about her,” the interviewer adds.

“Come onnnn Yoichi”

“Fine. All of it. Next question”

“Milo?”

“He’s telling the truth” Milo nods back, while the room fills with whistles and cheers to Isagi, who’s hidden his face behind a hand but can’t help the proud smirk that grows on his face at the thought of you taking all of him.

“Okay okay” the interviewer laughs before he directs his next question, “User @/mysagiballs asks where is your favorite place to kiss a partner?”

“Hey at least this one’s not about Y/N”

“Ehh it technically is,” Bachira counters.

“It basically is,” Isagi sighs once again, finally accepting that this is what the rest of the interview will be like. “Her lips, that’s my favorite place to kiss her”

“He’s lying.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“Another lie”

“I feel like of all the questions you’ve been asked, this is the most mild.” Kunigami speaks up.

“But you’re lying about it, which means there’s something juicy you’re hiding” Bachira teases.

“Fine, her cheek”

“Still lying”

“Seriously Milo!”

This continues on for a few minutes, Isagi calling out a bodypart and Milo calling out his bullshit.

Her neck. Lie. Her shoulders. Lie. Her hands. Lie.

Meanwhile Bachira and Kunigami have practically fallen off the sofa in tears, laughing at how frustrated Isagi grows with every call of his bluff.

“Between her legs, alright?! I’m not getting any more specific than that. You can figure the rest out yourselves I’m sure”, he glares at Milo as he grumbles out his final answer.

“That was the…truth”

It takes a few moments for Bachira to calm down from his hysterics but then he’s teasing Isagi for being so naughty, giggling at the sight of his friend aggressively ripping off the cuffs and sensors connecting him to the polygraph.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want now but you’re going next.” Isagi grins at him, excited to see his friend suffer the same as he did.

[gayspock]

cringe af

i know im likealways the whiner or whatever . like god this shit is just embarrassing . but im really fucking freaking and stressing about it and its like dudeee come onnnn. do NOT cry about work stuff. youremeant to be chill about this One Thing . but noooo.... like . yeah. panic..............

sniff sniff....again im justprobably going to have to spend the weekend on it too but imreally just hittingthe. fuck dude im done with it wall. and im scared even then im not gonna finish it EVEN THEN cuz theres so much complex shit on topthat im scared i dont understand. and at what point is it a me problemright like. oh mygod imjsut so slow i feel like i just. am a slow slow fucking personlike whywhywhywhy

and god its alsojust so embarrassing likei feel like i cant ever do shit onmy own like its so. fucking frustratign . hi and hello i fucking suckand im incapable of managing to do anything withotu someone holding my fuckinghand . also did i mention thats pretty muchnever an option so i just eat shit repeatedly and fucking wish i was dead. sorrythats dramatic. smile. haha thiswas about work. be normal. i meant ummmmmmmm ifeel crazy not having anyone to bounce off properly with dev work and tryingto figure out these problems cuz no one else understands anyofit they justpulled me in with no warnING WHYYYY DUDEEE. THE SUICIDE STOREEE

[fukozawa]

What do you do when you stop being friends with someone and they keep showing up at your house because they realized they fucked up loosing such a one of a kind friend??

Oh and don’t forget the first time this person showed up at your house, they weaponized their emotions by crying to ur dad making him feel bad (who in turn tried to make you feel bad for having strong boundaries) and trying to frame themselves as the victim.

Cuz like, id love to know what yall would do in this situation! 😅

[histeetharenotsoft]

honestly i have no idea how i’m supposed to make it to ep 165

because 162 killed me, like 3 times

spoilers below the cut!

ITS GERRY!!!!!! MR KEAY I MISS YOU

but this is the first time we’ve actually Heard him, not secondhand or with spooky ghost echo, just as a normal voice on a tape. and i just want to hug him so much because ohhhh boy he has no idea what’s going to happen and also i am love him

“do i get to hear them?” “perhaps. if you live long enough.” shut up gertrude shut the fuck up don’t just mention gerry dying so casually its Rude

hmmm i might write a fic where jon, sasha and gerry are somehow all the archivist because I Can Do What I Want

ooo here we have more fire in the archives foreshadowing

did. did gerry’s chair scrape when gertrude raised her voice. like he flinched. someone hug this man

and then his voice goes all quiet when gertrude is lecturing him and Mary Keay Can Catch These Hands

“you are occasionally useful despite your foolishness” wowwww gertrude. what glowing praise. don’t just say that to his face come onnnn

but “useful” though. “useful”. i know we already know gertrude is an ‘ends justify means’ type character but goddamn if that isn’t just a perfect description of her relationships with people: categorised by their use to her plans and nothing more

“the network of sinister tunnels that snake beneath the archive” gertrude definitely knows about the tunnels lets be real. she’s just protecting jurgen leitner stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner goddamn fool book collecting dust eating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore

what i wouldn’t give for gerry to have canonically beaten up jurgen leitner more than once. that’s going in my triple archivist fic

“what happens if we fail” oh. oh no. oh no whats gertrude going to say

“i suspect death puts us beyond their power” hmmm. seems like a fair point but i feel like the end would come up with some fuckery because this universe is a bastard and doesn’t let anyone get the rest they deserve. this isn’t really important to the plot (at least I Hope Not) but the thought of eldritch fear gods being able to reach us after death... chills

“[actual death] is preferable to lingering in a world they control” oh no that’s not good for jon to hear

“they might even stop death entirely.” hmmm. HMMMMMM

“and taxes?” “taxes i imagine will continue” hell yeah jonny get his ass (’him’ being capitalism). also i know the coronavirus lockdown isnt exactly an apocalypse caused by eldritch fear gods forcing themselves through into our world, but considering the shit thats been going on? yeah i imagine taxes would continue

“could it be undone?” “no, i don’t think so” oh no. oh no jon. jon nooo. he’s just playing it over and over and god he must be feeling so guilty and helpless. he also gets a hug. and another. and then three more. then one more but it lasts for like an hour before i have to phase back into my own dimension

TIM AND SASHA i’m still not prepared to hear their voices i love they

sasha is so competent she’s incredible and i am in awe of her

hell yeah tim is drinking his respect woman juice

“jimmy magma. joany magnum? jack magnet” asjdfhakjfhakjhfk tim you’re the best

“what if we kill him” Fuck Off Jonny You Can’t Do That

SADHJA WAS GOIJNG YO QUIKT I AM SJDFHKJLASLKFDJGKSDJHF

holy fuck we got canon timsasha. also “you’re not the love interest”??? sasha was a lesbian. source: me, also a lesbian. who can Do What She Wants

“you might be the character they drop after the pilot” sasha no dont say that!!!! as the character who was dropped after the pilot (ok season not episode but still) i have determined that is Illegal. and yes i know sasha was killed off for entirely valid reasons and not just dropped but shhhh i am hurting

“i dont have anything keeping me here” oh sasha. oh you sweet summer child. i wish that was the case. i really do

oh hey sasha knew about tim’s brother? martin told tim about his CV? THE S1 ARCHIVE STAFF WERE FRIENDS AND I MISS THEM A LOT BECAUSE GODDAMMIT THE S3/4 STAFF DIDN’T FOUND-FAMILY LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO

“no such thing as the real you”? “it’s all just masks”??? jonny stop stop im already dead you dont need to kill me again

(god i fucking hate that i get the stanislavsky bit. i only did drama gcse but the exam was terrible because none of the exam board’s practice questions were even anywhere close so no one was prepared and i spent so long revising all these pointless notes on how to answer the difficult questions and i regret it So Much and any reminder of that fucking bullshit exam i had to do Fills Me With Rage

“if you get eaten alive by improperly filed statements, me and martin will avenge you... we’ll burn this place to the ground.” god i am in pain. not only do we have more archives arson foreshadowing but we also have this line that hits like a punch in the gut because they didn’t avenge sasha, did they?

“i find it highly unlikely this sasha ever even existed at all” “i’m unforgettable” shut up shut the fuck up is this allowed? IS THIS ALLOWED???? because it fucking shouldnt be. it’s murder jonny time lads!!!

is. is jon crying. oh no

and then he gets fucking posessed by the cabin?? i love how the format of the statements has changed its very interesting

The One You Love The One You Love The One You Love

jonmartin are so in love that even eldritch fear cabins can’t not see it. jonny really said “you can read their relationship as platonic... but i am going to do my goddamn best to make that hard for you” huh

and fuck, this statement. it’s so creepy and i love how we cant distinguish which entity it is, because does it even matter any more? the list of 14 was a human creation anywhere, i think the ‘different parts of a body’ metaphor l*itner used is makes more sense now. it doesn’t matter which part of the body is attacking you, it matters that you’re being attacked in the first place so figuring out which part it is isn’t really a priority any more

but i think it’s mostly stranger and spiral? i also get very vague corruption vibes from the description of the planks because “they are warmer, softer and more yielding than the timber they present”? ugghhhh. corruption has often been associated with this kind of ‘wrong’ warmth (think jon amherst) and it also brings to mind that episode where the guy nails meat all over his walls and the rot makes the statement giver’s ceiling collapse. but then there’s the lonely there too, because yes jonmartin have each other but jon says it himself: “it will not let you feel the warmth of joy this love may claim to gift”. just try tell me the concept of being unable to find happiness in love isn’t Lonely, even if it’s not entirely true

but yeah basically i love the merging of entities present in this creepy statement

“our tomb” huh. the pov changes here, it’s gone from talking about jon in second person, to talking as jon in first person. so if jon wasn’t possessed by SpOoKy CaBiN like i thought (because if he was, why would he suddenly switch like this? it doesnt make sense)... then what was making that statement? my instinct is to say it was The Archivist or rather, The Archives talking about jon but like a separate personality, which... yikes

“[this will be] my chrysalis. it is time that i emerge.” monster jon? monster jon. this line gave me chills because damnnnn i love me some good eldritch!jon

“i wanted to leave and hunt down elias” hell yeah jon go and brutal pipe murder that bastard its what you deserve

martin has packed bags already and he brought tea and i love him so muchhhhh

and jon’s smile is AUDIBLE he loves martin so much my tiny heart can’t handle it

“we got this.” “apparently so 😍 “ just tell me you can’t hear the heart eyes in jon’s voice. oh wait. you cant

LET MARTIN BURN SOMETHING ITS WHAT HE DESERVES

“we can’t fight the world, martin” “says you” afkjhasfkjhadkjghdakjghakdgf

to summarise:

get ready for me to type out the same summary for all 40 episodes because jesus fucking christ. jonny’s writing never fails to make me Feel All The Emotions at once. i give this one a spooky sentient cabin out of 10

[actualbird]

KhKSJSGAKJEJWJSOKW AU WHERE FARAH ADOPTS LYDIA AFTER SEASON ONE AND THEY ARE HAPPY AND FREQUENTLY ARE VISTED BY HER “UNCLES” TODD AND DIRK AND THOUGH SHE IS KIND OF WARY AT FIRST BECAUSE WHEN THEYRE AROUND SCARY STUFF HAPPENS, SHE EVENTUALLY THINKS “Hmm why aren’t they married tho” AND MAKES IT HER MISSON TO BE THE MATCHMAKER. BONUS POINTS IF SHE SOMEHOW GOT RESIDUAL POWERS FROM THE MACHINE AND ENDS UP ON BLACKWINGS RADAR !!!!!! Someone write this!!!

ANON…..THIS IS SUCH A CONCEPT…..

i cant believe i never really thought that much about how lydia is doing post s1. farah adopting lydia sounds like the funniest thing ever because im 100% sure it was lydia who suggested it because “come on, farah, im 16 and technically an orphan and a child of state but im gonna be out of the states so if i wanna live independently does that mean i still have to get emancipated? from both my already dead parents?? anyway, just adopt me, it’ll be fun” meanwhile farah indulges in a brief daydream where she decided to go into jobs that didnt involve near constant danger and a teenager sending her rapid fire texts that say “COME ONNNN. I PROMISE I WONT CALL U MOM. FARAH. FARAH PLLLEEEEAAASSEEE”

so farah is lydia’s legal guardian. idk how adoption works so dont quote me on anything here, but it’s mostly just for the paperwork. lydia still lives in brazil and farah still is in the states with the boys. they text and skype regularly like normal, except that farah is technically the guardian to a child who happens to also be paying her. it’s a very confusing arrangement farah tries not to think about too much. todd and dirk can never find out.

todd and dirk totally find out.

im thinking post s2, the agency is up and running. lydia freaked for a good 2 months when farah, yknow, her legal guardian, was on the FBI’s most wanted list. so once farah is in the clear, lydia insists that she visit wherever she and her new weirdo friends are hanging at. since theres an actual detective agency now, lydia uses excuses like work experience. like an intern. an intern who is working under farah because farah funds the agency but lydia funds farah and—nope. dont think about it too much, farah. deep breaths. there we go.

so lydia arrives and totally nonchalantly brings up that she’s farah’s adopted child. it’s all very funny, and theres some confused questions and good natured ribbing, but lydia finds she doesnt care too much about that. she finds that shes kind of interested in what the hell is going on between todd and dirk….

because lydia doesnt know anything about todd and dirk aside from the fact that back when she was a dog, dirk told todd to throw her off a bridge, and todd actually threw her off a bridge. but then, dirk also took an arrow to the back for her and todd also helped solidify the time loop and save her life. she figures those latter bits cancel out the former, and now that she sees them outside of a case, she notices all the heartfelt smiles between the two. the lingering touches. the loving gazes across the office when one thinks the other isnt looking. lydia notices that…well…

“so,” lydia says. “they aren’t together?”

“no,” farah says slowly with the kind of understated apprehension she only saves for hostage situations and when talking to the force of nature known as lydia spring. “why?”

“hm,” lydia says. it’s the kind of hm that reminds farah that lydia is kinda fearless. lydia went to a random dude’s house alone in search for answers. lydia survived days of being a literal dog. lydia grew up watching farah clean various guns. it’s also the kind of hm that reminds farah that lydia is sixteen and mischievous and really loves pride and prejudice. “they should be.”

cue a wacky montage of lydia spring playing matchmaker and failing so bad because 1) todd and dirk are just so completely oblivious 2) the universe keeps thwarting her 3) farah keeps thwarting her because farah believes that todd and dirk are adults who can work things out on their own, lydia, dont make me ground you. when todd and dirk do finally figure out their Big Damn Feelings, it’ll be totally unrelated to any of lydia’s schemes and lydia cant help but feel a lil miffed at that. but whatever. love prevails, and all that.

why isnt this a fic yet. i want it

[tamiddyinyourcity]

1:41am.

Hey lovely people.

Tuesday, April 14th of 2020.

I am doing... pretty amazing tonight.

I’ve successfully been organizing and rearranging my entire room, and my mom has been really sympathetic and endearing about me doing it, which is why I suspect she gave me extra time. She didn’t yell, raise her voice, or throw me any shade. I’m glad. If anything, some of my stagnancy earlier that morning before I got to fully cool down came from the fear of when she could burst in at any given moment.

So thanks to my mom, for deciding not to be a twat to me about my room, and understanding how deep of a cleaning it really is, you know? Yeah, let’s just appreciate this small litle act of non-narcissism from my mother. (Yikes, hard to tell if I want to say a bad word or not, but, im avoiding the urge at the moment.)

Today, I:

*Ate a small tupperware of bell peppers and scrambled eggs, with a side of a mandarin fruit cup. It was small and a very light meal, but it packed a heavy punch. (In a good way.) It ended up waking me up quite nicely and giving me some positive energy for the day... Nice. I should do this more often.

*I drank three cups of tea. I was pissing harder than a rainstorm. Nonstop. EVERY FEW MINUTES. That sucked, buuuuuuuut, at least the caffeine and health boost from green tea still exists anyway.

*Lit a candle in a scent that I love, vanilla pumpkin, and took a nice deep steam shower. My skin is hydrated with olive oil and coocoa butter, so I smell like a tootsie roll and feel absolutely sexy right now. I think the reason I’m in such a good mood, is since I’ve legitimately made myself ridiculously turned on right now. Does that happen to anyone else? Getting horny from yourself, and the way your skin feels soft and glows after a steam shower and hot oil massage? Why am I sweating right now?

*Listened to an old playlist I made. (Fuck, I’m sweating a lot now, its kinda hard to focus. I think the oil increased my body heat, so its probably why I’m all funny feeling right now...) Listening to playlists that remind you of your self worth? Hell yes. Brilliant idea, me in the shower! God, I love myself, man. So much. Really smart galaxy brain energy is exuded right now man. Its so awesome. :)

*I also combed out my hair and oiled it.... Maybe I should go natural. At first, I loathed how thick and unmanageable my hair looked as my roots grew out and as the steam eventually caused my straight hair to revert at the roots, leaving the relaxed part stringy on the ends... But, then I saw the bounce, and the coils, and the LENGTH, and, damn, my hair really looks that good oiled up? Wait hold onnnn nowwww... Then boom, I was giving myself twists. Maybe I should do that later on. 

*I also bought myself some good covers for my bed too. Its soo surreal, going from the same raggedy cover that I’d been using for way too long, to THIS fluffy white mass!!! It feels like a pillow, and its ginormous. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the reviews are so bad! It’s literally perfection. Feels like pure sex just laying in these fresh and fluffy white sheets with my legs aaaaaalllll soooooooooft tooooooooooo.....

Yes, queen, we love to see it! :)

And I would talk about my friend Rowan, but I’m not sure there’s too much to say. They’re still a good guy, but they’re clearly too nice to fully just go “there will never be anything between us ever”, which  is something I kinda might need in the situation. But no need to tell me! I’m becoming self aware and am making the realization myself, seeing the way they tweeted about making another girl cum, who they also pulled the “we cant date since i dont do long distance” card on. HA! Yikes, cool, thanks for all the evidence I needed, man!

Focusing on myself as of now. I get so tired, and frankly, there’s not much interest in dead end dynamics. Why wait around? What, is the universe gonna have some act of cruel fate happen like, “Oh look, Tamia is walking away from this dynamic that gives her nothing in the romantic sense; its a shame, since the guy was really coming around to the idea!”, thing, thats happened to me before?

I just don’t think its worth trying to romantically pine for someone and grit my teeth as I just patiently show them, “Yes, its 100% possible to date me and enjoy it”. Sure, I can convince people or just slowly hang out with a person until they develop feelings for me. But that’s just a lot of one sided effort, and not important, when I could be writing songs, or creating content and critiquing the things that I believe matter in life.

Anyway, good thing I bought a bunch of vibrators in the mail soon. I’m not interested in community dick, no matter how pretty the boy may be. What joy would anyone get out of it, really?

If anything, distancing myself and focusing on my own goals and life gets me ten times farther mentally and emotionally than any other route can.

Since there’s not gonna be any winners, if I keep pulling the “so how do you know this one girl on your page?”, card, and he keeps enabling me, despite me not needing to know how he knows a person or associates himself with them.

(What I mean when I say that I’m a little nuts, but self aware, is that I never want to enable my own behavior. I already noticed I was being clingy with this gjuy, and he’s such a sweetheart, messaging me from 5am to 9pm or so just because he likes to talk to me. But, it’s a bad sign if on the one or two days where we talk less than usual, it seems like I’m the most paranoid bitch ever. I never wanna be that way, no way in hell. Been there, done that, not interested. Not at this stage of my life, man. Haha.)

So yeah, if me acknowledging that he is single, and will of course be free to do whatever he wants with other women, including openly tweeting about the way he makes other women cum, or responding to tweets where super hot girls say they wanna fuck him... (Not mad at him since he IS single, and not mad at the girl, since she doesnt know I exist... until today, but she also thinks I’m hot... let’s bump pussies please???)

Then that’s something that’s gonna happen, whether I like it or not. Homie needs his freedom, and I don’t want a strain on our dynamic, all since I can’t help but be the weird bitch that goes “So are you sexting her too or what?”, to a completely single big dick having hot British dude.

I kinda wonder if he keeps me around for the same reason he keeps her? Or at least, I notice he’s been a lot less flirty or sexual lately. And when he mentioned what he told her to keep her from catching feelings for him, he mentioned how she took it super hard.... (I think he’s refusing to admit he expects that of me, i don’t know.)

But he’s also gonna get all scared if I ghost him entirely. I tried that once before, but it basically lead to him messaging me on insta apologizing (for... having a crush,,, on a woman without my permission.... he’s really sweet, but cmon dude, you and i both know youre not in the wrong there,) and whatnot. (It was a temporary block. I just can’t handle seeing another person’s page or tweets when I feel upset and whatnot...)

God, this olive oil has me SWEATING. Gosh, it’s not even that hot in here, except for me.....

Anyway, just coming to terms with the fact that I am a sexual object to others, but at least an admirable one. 

It just doesn’t seem like he’d want to be seen as a bad guy for admitting he wanted something casual or whatnot. I don’t know, man. We did start off just mild flirting and not texting much. Not sure how any of the rest past me sending him a nice pic of my rack resulted in us talking every single day. but it... gives a vibe, yknow?

I definitely appreciate him a lot. He’s been a wonderful addition to my life. But I can’t help but wonder a bit.... 

Kinda trying to pinpoint when my feelings for him went from “just a casual sext buddy to see the dick of sometimes’, to “hell yeah rowan whats up its 6am and i am so happy to talk to you again!”

You know?

Ironically, probably the day that when I bluntly asked him how he felt for me, he kinda explained that due to his past and whatnot, he’s unsure if he can ever actually have feelings for somebody again, you know?

I felt similarly, since after my last relationship, I’d like to stay far away from any romantic situations that could result in possessiveness, danger, or me going absolutely nuts yet again. Sure, I liked him a lot and find him endearing to a high level, but uhhhh.... Unreciprocated high amounts of affection = Tamia getting emotional very easily = Tamia being very low self esteem and insecure = me getting my self esteem back, but expressing whatever leftover irritation through passive aggressive behaviors or full out rage = oh look, restraining orders and/or a future criminal record.

So, one did not expect to develop some sort of infatuation past sexual, when a guy kinda DM slides you all because you’re hot, and a girl, at the right time. (I loathe that I actually responded to them; not them personally, just the fact that I responded to the type of horny guy that would just try his luck with any semi-cute girl online, who seemed ready to put out.... It’s just so gross to me. Like, international nude collecting from women around the globe or some shit.)

Somehow, we became buds, and things are... confusing. We don’t flirt or sext like before, but we do talk a lot.... Probably why I’m deciding to start emotionally cutting myself loose from him in that sense now. Since I don’t need the delayed “oh wow, he has no feelings for me at all and dropped me once a nearby girl he can do what we did comes around, time to heal and move on” process to come waaaayyyy too late.....

Not a fan of that, lmfao.

The options are:

He’s using you for occasional sex but also enjoys conversation

He’s now a real friend but no longer attracted to you and too nice to say it

He’s now a real friend but is too nice to admit he isn’t interested romantically with his full chest since he doesnt want to see you distance

He likes you that way, but is not emotionally ready or interested in something like that.

So, the option route that comes from all of those options either way, still is:

Move on! Leave! Find new dick! Use a vibrator and read fanfic! Do NOT end up as the clingy girl who pries too deep in things she has no real business in!

And that... seems accurate.

Gonna do some laundry tomorrow. I need to relax some more, honestly, I could use it...

Unsure of if I wanna eat right now or what. 2:30am. Late night sandwich sounds good... That’s a;;, folks. Peace out loves.

[isaacathom]

like. what. so. tomorrow arvo do the test print w/ a scanned copy of the copic piece. mostly to test out the idea i had to go really hard on the background and gentler over the top of the figures. tomorrow evening do the lang quiz and i guess by extension a lil extra work on the lang report since i wont get time till later. if i still have time, maybe do my two artists statements or some shit? i dont know.

saturday my uncle arrives so its gonna be just essay stuff so i dont have to show anything. i guess design essay since i care the absolute least about that and i can vaguely reappropriate the last essay we did lol. 

longer term, do the final print for the pluralism thing onnnn monday? i cant do tuesday bc ill be spending that evening prepping all my stuff for 1989. i could do wednesday but i think id want to be mostly done and doing prep stuff by then. since by ‘prep’ i mean putting stuff in frames and printing my artist statement and all that sort of thing. and i wouldnt have time thursday morning. so i guess that settles that, huh?

hh