#are like in the single digits. IF im lucky

[ddejavvu]

hi! I have a request for Criminal Minds…

It’s Dom!Spencer x fem or afab reader where they’re fucking and reader is sooooo gone that she’s not even catching Spencer’s degradations and praises anymore and just says stuff like ,,you’re so pretty,, or sucks his fingers without a single CARE in the world.

IM GOING TO HELL IM SORRY 😭 also, if you happen to do this, can I be “🏹” anon? apologies if you don’t do emoji anons, ignore this if you don’t. Thanks anyway! Love your writing I’m your biggest fan <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

warning for ooc spence: i get you dom!spencer fans and this one's for you <3 but the man had to ashamedly whisper the word 'bitch' while reading it off of evidence from a crime scene so i don't think this one is really in character 💔💔💔 hopefully it's good though <3

Everything about Spencer is divine. The hair that hands in caramel-colored waves around your face, tips tickling your skin and only offering more stimulation to an already overwhelming experience. His lips, pink and plump that suckle ravenously at your neck, leaving stinging patches in their wake that won't heal for days. His cock, impressively thick and moderately long, stretching your drooling cunt and bumping rapidly against a spot so deep inside of you you're not sure you knew it existed. His fingers, long, slender, and veined, laying heavy on your tongue and putting pressure on its base so that you gag. Drool spills out around his digits as your body shakes from the force of his thrusts, and the gentle, soothing hum of his voice is with you only in sound, not in meaning.

You're too far gone to recognize the words spilling from his lips as he fucks you, terms like 'slut', 'dirty', 'filthy', and 'dumb' that, on a normal day, would send you into a stammering, blushing mess of denial and excuses. But now you're basking in his saccharine tone, letting his words wash over you and evaporate before your fucked-out brain has time to process them.

"Everyone thinks you're a genius," Spencer croons, sucking hard at a spot against your throat as he jams his fingers onto your tongue, "They say I'm lucky to have found you, 'cause you can keep up with me. But I know the truth, angel." He holds your hip in place with a single calloused hand, "You go dumb on my cock. That's all it takes, isn't it? Just a few. short. minutes." He punctuates his accusations with particularly rough thrusts, "And I've got you braindead on my dick."

"Is that true, baby?" He asks, kissing his way up your jaw and tracing the curve with the stiff tip of his tongue. You're whimpering around the three fingers he's stuffed in your mouth, lips desperately milking them like you would his cock. He curls them on your tongue, pressing down so your speech is garbled, "Answer me, honey. You go stupid for me, don't you?"

"Love you," You manage to blabber, drool spilling from your lips as you speak around his fingers. You're a spluttering mess, spit pooled in your mouth that coats Spencer's digits and seeps down your chin. You suckle at him like a man starved, and the pressure actually starts to hurt between the wayward lapping of your tongue at the pads of his fingers, "Love you- Spence, love you."

He feels your cunt clench around his dick, your body seemingly in tune with the single goal of sucking him dry. He muffles a groan into the crook of your neck, wondering if you'll ever remember the filthy way he's speaking to you now.

The words are harsh, but they're used endearingly, and he hums them into your neck with a kiss, like it's a compliment, "Dumb slut."

[beenbaanbuun]

Love im addicted to you Matz and darling work!!✨pls make masterlist

Soooo I was thinking are they into role playing?? Like what scenario matz and darling choose??

I have one unholy one in my mind, what if mommy hwa ties hong to chair and make him watch as he takes darling ?? This would be soo🤌🏻🤌🏻

hello!!!! the masterlist is here!! she needs updating with the last few works but that’s a job for later im afraid 😭😭

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they definitely like to add a little spice into the bedroom, and i was actually thinking about that very thing just the other day. hongjoong had been a little too bratty after waking up alone and had decided to take it out not just on darling, but also on seonghwa. now, darling knows better than anyone in that house that being a brat gets you nowhere, except in hongjoong’s case, where it gets you tied to a chair.

“comfy?” seonghwa purrs into his husbands ear as he tightens the last nod. hongjoong tries to wriggle a little, but to no avail. it doesn’t surprise him; seonghwa’s rigging skills are unmatched. hongjoong gives a little shake of his head in response to the question, a defiant look in his eyes as he glares up at his partner. “good; you’re not supposed to be.”

he hears a little giggle from across the room and his gaze shoots over to where you sit on the bed, completely bare and ready for the taking. his eyes narrow, determined to convey a message to you; he may be tied up, but he’s still your dom at the end of the day. you seem to understand it, but you never once wipe the smile from your face… fucking brat.

“you did this to yourself, mi amor,” seonghwa says, stalking his way over to where you sit. a pretty hand lands atop your head, tugging at you until you sit leaning against your mommy’s hipbone. you close your eyes in bliss as he brushes your hair from your face and hongjoong can’t help but feel annoyance bubble up within him at the sight. “hasn’t our little darling proved enough times that being a little shit gets you nowhere? haven’t you yourself dragged her over your lap enough for that little lesson to sink in?”

hongjoong, of course, has learnt that lesson. not only has he taught it to you plenty of times, but he’s also been on the receiving end a few more times than he’d like to admit. it doesn’t always end up with him tied to a chair, but it is always torture for him.

his eyes narrow as he watches seonghwa’s hand dip to your chin, gently caressing your soft skin before lifting your gaze from hongjoong to your mommy. the whimper you let out when a thumb slowly pushes its way between your lips is sinful. pair it with the wide eyes look you offer to his husband and its enough to make the devil himself let out a little prayer. only you could make innocence look so slutty…

“you know, you’re lucky my precious lamb is as understanding as she is,” the thumb is pulled from your mouth with a pop, a single string of saliva connecting the digit to the still parted lips. seonghwa swipes at them, smearing your own saliva against them. hongjoong almost cums in his pants when he sees you chase after the thumb, yearning to have something rested against your tongue once more. “she didn’t even snitch on you when you were being such a troublesome brat. seriously mi amor, refusing to let her sit with you simply because she grew too hungry to stay in bed with you this morning? it’s childish, isn’t it lamb?”

and although it really shouldn’t have, the question makes hongjoong smile. clearly seonghwa was in some sort of tyrannical headspace tonight; to punish hongjoong and then continue on to ask you such a leading question? he really is out for blood.

and it seems as though you can see it too. you blink up at seonghwa’s expression of faux-innocence, your lust addled brain taking just a moment longer to compute than usual. if you answer how seonghwa wishes for you to, hongjoong will no doubt pounce the moment he gets free of the restraints. if you don’t, seonghwa will no doubt take joy in punishing you too. you swallow down your worries as your mind races to decide which lover you’d rather have on your side.

“yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice unsure and trembling. a proud smile forms on seonghwa’s face as you fall right into the trap he lay for you. he turns his head to face his husband, giving hongjoong a single look that tells all; take this punishment like a good boy, and taking care of you will be his reward…

[the-s1lly-corner]

Caine x reader HCs for how Caine would react if reader proposed to him? Romantic of course

(scurries behind a wall)

Caine x reader who proposes to him!

points at the wall i was gonna say something silly but i got distracted by the silly music im blaring in my headphones rn sobs

bold of you to assume he wouldnt propose to you first the second he gets his hands on a ring, of which he can likely summon at any given moment/j

that said if you were to propose to him first, i think he would blankly stare at the ring youve presented to him for a few seconds

not because you did anything wrong

nono you did nothing wrong... hes just a little surprised is all..!

before you can ask him if hes alright you just see his eyes get all wide, perhaps even sparkling like you see in cartoons and/or anime, and he just

says yes

not a simple yes, mind you. no, caine is always showering you in affection and compliments, going on entire tangents on every single little thing that he loves about you, gushing about you to everyone regardless of if theyre listening or not. pretty much spilling his heart out to you every chance that he gets.... and this is not going to be an exception, he launches into one of his monologues about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how yes hes going to marry you. probably starts planning your futures together before you can even slip the ring onto his finger

absolute sucker for love, i think. very much into stereotypical romantic tropes and gestures, so if you want a build up to the proposal i recommend a date. and a really good one. ask him out to dinner, hes going to take you to that fancy restaurant where he and bubble were... or perhaps ask him to the digital carnival, and propose to him at the top of the ferris wheel... or perhaps dont do a date. set him on a scavenger hunt where the final prize is you with the ring! you could even get some of the other circus members in on it!

immediately launches into wedding planning, no no no in fact he might even ask to get married right then and there! he can just 'magic' in the appropriate décor for the ceremony!

though if you tell him to slow down, he will attempt to contain his excitement

bubble is the officiant at the wedding/j

though, oddly enough i can see kinger having officiated a few weddings in the real world.. dont see him as a priest or anything like that, though, but it appears you dont need to be in order to be an officiant. cant explain why i can see him having done that, maybe its because hes old and i see him as a sap, buuuuuuuuut.. so if you dont want bubble to do it you can probably ask kinger/hj

gotta hit em with the angst, but imagine the exit to the digital world is found. like can you imagine having to make a choice between returning home and staying with your new husband

[dawneternal]

rant below

people will be like "I wish I could stay home and nap all the time like you" and like

no you don't it's literal hell. Not to suck my own dick but I'm such an ambitious person and I have drive and determination AND I can't do anything with it because I have "too sleepy syndrome"

Someone told me that sounds like an ideal problem to have and I wanted to punch them in the face. Do you understand what it means? That I can't stand up for more than an hour? Or even sit up for very long sometimes? Sure, I can push myself and just do it. But then I'll get sick and feverish with migraines and joint pain and I'll be even more useless than if I'd been allowed to pace myself.

For reference, the average level of exhaustion in a CFS patient is the equivalent of a normal person who's stayed up for 72 hours straight.

I can't work. I didn't finish my degree. I can't clean my room. I can't clean my shower. I can't drive. If it's not an activity I can do in bed, I've had to give it up. Its lucky that I like writing and digital art. (Roller-skating, biking, swimming, and hiking used to be my favorites, but suuuure I'm not actually sick Im just faking cause I hate exercise)

Every single day is exactly the same over and over and over and it's melting my brain. And there are people who still have the audacity to fight me when I call this syndrome a disability (including my own therapist)

I am grieving today. I had so many dreams.

[no-stupid-questions-official]

Ive been watching a bunch of tornado videos recently including one covering like medieval records of them. And im curious to why the death tolls seems way smaller than what the destruction of the areas suggest? Its obviously still a terrible event to experience. But when i read about an F5 tornado leveling an entire neighborhood it feels like the death toll would be up in the hundreds, but often it seems to be single or double digits. And this includes old records before ppl could evacuate with cars etc. are we just rly rly lucky?

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[starredforest]

It's so sad how monetizeable digital versions of card games have become, remember when we'd get just like, a single player pokemon card game? Yugioh card game? Digimon card game??? Without the hassle of having to spend real world cash, with pack opening features and full game simulation? Multiplayer options too, come on. Now if we're lucky enough to get something like that you better believe the gacha demons are gonna swarm it for all its worth. Better believe it'll be a pretty penny to assemble your deck, or a never ending list of hours of play time. Im tired.

[etoile-gracieuse]

im so sorry yall im regressing into all sorts of old obsessions these days.

just saw a post talking abt why dex (and jack at one point) from check please would be banned from aux at parties (im not reblogging bc it is from 2020 and i dont want to argue with anyone i just want to explain why im right LMAO) and all of the reasons they gave were. What. i had a haus of my own, only for a significantly larger team (track not hockey), and i know my experience is not universal and there's definitely someone out there who Also had a team and a team house w big parties that disagrees w everything i say etc etc but like. it is so odd to see people's ideas abt how that goes when it's the complete opposite of my experience

me rambling abt expectations vs reality for music at parties hosted by doofus athletes for doofus athletes below the cut with a short aside about how canon's housing is deeply confusing to me

it's not just party music assumptions that confuse me, it's on all sorts of levels, like the haus being their only team related off campus space. we had... 11?? off campus houses?? and even if you narrow it down to just houses w mens distance runners in it (approx the same number of people as umich's hockey team rosters) then we had 5 houses plus underclassmen in dorms. like the math is not mathing if there's just the 3 bedroom plus attic haus. what 21/22 year old is choosing to live in a traditional dorm. there's just no way your options as an upperclassman are "be lucky enough to be one of Maybe 6 that can squeeze in if several people share rooms" or "live in dorms. hopefully you get a single" when theoretically they should be averaging like 6.5 people per class year. not the point, a gripe i have w canon really anyways, whatever.

but the collective sense of what goes for party music... i get that the canon era is like 2013 to 2018 or so but like i have met some of our class of 2018 alumni. and i feel preeetty confident in saying the below was also true then.

'he would play come on eileen [and get banned]' - im sorry but that was played at LEAST once per party at my athlete frat house, how is that an aux-bannable offense

"they would be like 'we want party music not sea shanties'" - shipping up to boston is a Thing (capital T deserved). and rattlin bog. do you know how many drinks i have finished while listening to/playing rattlin bog. that is a classic drinking game (i double checked to make sure this wasnt invented like right before i hit college or smthn and found a tweet referencing it from 2014). also we did actually several sea shanties at a st pattys party (our aux guy did have to be bullied into it. worth it) though i would not say that that one's a universal experience.

"this absolute ding dong [jack] says 'i like carrie underwood' and is never asked for his input again" - you're telling me you haven't gotten down in a house full of stolen signs that is falling apart at the seams to before he cheats???? i have watched 22 year old 6'7" men stand on tables and truly Perform their hearts out to this song and you're telling me that holster wouldn't pull that shit?

"plays country and gets banned" - see: before he cheats. but also our most popular party theme (aside from disco i think) was farm party. we had hay bales and apple bobbing. our number of international harvester streams hit double digits before midnight. i did not go to college in the south, or in the middle of nowhere, or any of that. even city kids like to get drunk in overalls and cowboy hats singing about farmers' daughters sometimes

"he just plays dad rock" - i think once again people underestimate how hard college kids go for shit like that when theyre drunk. i have watched people pole dance around a basement support beam to billy joel and bruce springsteen before (admittedly not super frequently but also often enough that i think i have 2-3 videos of it happening). ok actually im looking at a dad rock list and. what do you mean people havent danced to queen at parties. or the killers? or the fratellis? no chelsea dagger or henrietta? no american pie at 2am when youre so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open but youre leaning on your friends and swaying enough to call it dancing so it's ok?? no the boys are back in town???

[nickssidewitch]

https://www.tumblr.com/nickssidewitch/752210864251224064/hellllloooooo-could-i-make-a-request-pls-do-you?source=share

choosing friendship over love any day! 😌 and me vibing with them is so cool 🥹🥹

u see i'm a nick girlie, and being friends with him would be a dream come true

other than that, girl, you're fast asf with the reply, like, i just sent it a day ago 😭😭😭

and u seem so sweet too, i rarely see ppl compliment requests, but u compliment almost all of 'em, i've noticed

not to be nosey, but r u single? cuz dayum, i love ur vibes, your partner lucky asf

IM NOT JEALOUS BTW

bye, for now, pookie

drink water, take care, outta topic but do u like cats?

- peace out ✌️

Aw, you’re so kind!! 🥰😭 I always make sure to compliment requests because it’s nice to make someone’s day better with the kindest of words! And being someone who can read people’s energies (even people through a digital screen), I can also sense the words of encouragement or affirmation that people may need in that moment! 🧘🏾‍♀️✨

I have a Nick bias, too (hence the username 😭😭)! Love seeing us all come together and agree on wanting to be friends with him 🙏🏾.

And am I single? Absolutely 😭. And have been for many years. Thank you for your compliments lmao 🤍🥰

Take care of yourself and you drink some water as well 🫵🏾💧.

And yes, I loveee cats! Here’s a cute cat gif for ya! 🐈🤍✨

[digitaldiaryforme]

dear []

i would type your name but digital footprint is a real and scary thing and i am endlessly scared you'll find this.

anyway, i wanted to write to you because i miss you. how stupid is that. it's been 6 or so months since we last spoke. 6 months since i heard your voice.

well thats bullshit because i hear your voice a lot but 6 month since youve spoken to me. 6 months since ive heard my name come out of your mouth. i never liked my name, i still don't, but i loved hearing you say it. you made it sound better, you made it sound right. 6 months since ive heard you laugh.

i don't remember what it sounded like. and that is the emptiest feeling of all. i remember what you looked like laughing. your eyes would literally light up, and it would make me smile and i can see you laughing but the memory is silent. i dont know what i said to make you laugh, but im grateful i did. still, i wish i could hear it again, just once more.

just once more. thats a concept i've been going over and over when i can't sleep. just once more. i don't think it's asking for much. i just want to hear you laugh once more. once. then we can go back to this horrible no-speaking shit we have now. you act like i don't exist, like i'm invisible. not really, actually, because i catch you looking at me sometimes.

how can you watch me and not feel anything?

i look over to you and my heart leaps for a moment when our eyes meet. then one of us looks away and shatters the moment.

remember when we could do that for hours?

i do. sitting across from each other, you were tracing patterns on my leg, and then i braided that part of my hair and you put that clasp in it and now you know this is about you. because i know you remember that.

i still have that clasp. somewhere in my room, buried with those photos of us from the

i don't want to say it because i think you'll recognize the name so just know the clasp is with photos of us.

we don't have many photos. all the ones i have of us have other people in them. i have a few of just you. i took photos of you and you begged me to send them to you. i never did.

i would kill for a photo of you and me. or a video. or any evidence, physical evidence, that we even knew each other. it would make closing the door that bit easier, because then even without you in my life anymore, i would at least know you were once in it.

school ends in 2 months. then i'll never see you again. (unless you end up at my uni, we never spoke about where we were applying) i have this stupid fantasy that i unblock you and you unblock me and we talk again.

i have a stupider dream that we speak again at the last 'party' for the kids leaving in our school. i get to say sorry and i get to hear your voice again. if i'm lucky i make you laugh. and then we just have each other in our lives again.

not having you in my life is one of the single strangest things i've ever experienced. from everyday, just one message away to this. i dont have any way of contacting you anymore.

you traced patterns on my thigh, and told me my eyes were beautiful and you said you thought i was pretty and now you are not in my life.

how do you sleep? how are you not always thinking about us the way i do? how do you look at me in school and not want to run and say something like i do?

i miss you.

i really miss you.

i miss the friend i had before all of this. i just want to hear your voice again. please speak to me again.

love,

me

[sometipsygnostalgic]

I hope yall enjoyed valentines day

Single and aro people - i like to treat myself on this day... i got a box of kinda expensive choccies for myself... good stuff! Like on christmas, it can feel kinda sad and empty to see people presenting picture perfect lives and happiness. Make sure you reach out to friends if you feel low. I guess i accepted a long time ago that the picture perfect life is a lie so it doesnt impact me too much, except for when food is related, because im deeply jealous of families that have hearty shared meals and also cuddles >:(

HOWEVER i was not single this year! Yknow, i've never dated before, not even in school (was super closeted), and im lucky rn... had a super fun date night with kimberly @phosphoricbomb which involved monster hunter (YEAAAA) and pretending to share the aforementioned chocolates over a digital camera, lmao.

So i did make shera valentines day fic and fanart, cos i made it for her!!! Im split on whether im going to post the whole thing here or not. It was very silly and involved every character, including guns, radiation poisoning, and robot cheesoids.

And in return... she gave me the Heart of Etheria!!!

Lookaddit!!! You know how much wire and hammering she used to get a teleporter over here??!

We also watched "But I'm a Cheerleader" which is a brilliant and hilarious film from 1997, about a super popular cheerleader girl from a church family being the most obvious closeted lesbian ever, and then being sent to a Conversion Therapy Camp. The thing about sending gay kids to a camp filled with other gay kids is that shenanigans are going to ensue. Wonderfully gay film. Gave me feelings because again i was super closeted as a teenager and thought my attractions were wrong.

[pyrophoricgoddess]

Hyper Grinding Part 1

An rp between me and @godlikegnostic where Jade helps Polypa grind out a level and get even more bigger.

godlikegnostic: polypa, how're you? easy to talk at a size like THAT?

pyrophoricgoddess: Im doing fine *| why wouldn't it be *? especially since i have the gift of gab badge *|

godlikegnostic: well, yeah, makes sense! you're just...

[She spreads her arms out wide and zooms off and away, taking in the full breadth of Polypa's COMPRESSED enormity with a great smile.]

reaaaaaaaaaally big! :D

i was wondering if your voice could even escape through the chasms of your muscle groups, but i guess it can!

pyrophoricgoddess: sgrub bullshit magic *| also this is a compressed size for me *| [polypa smirks]

godlikegnostic: i... wow, really? impressive, impressive- i can get beefy, but this at a minimum- how the hell did you level so hard, so much, so fast? i'm enamored!

pyrophoricgoddess: My version of the game had to be glitched * if you couldnt tell from how winning sent us back to alternia but game enemies spawn everywhere *| i just got a shit ton of exp from everything * i reached max level * which is near infinitely more than 99 * by like the halfway mark *|

godlikegnostic: and you just keep going? my goodness, even i wasn't that lucky! i mean, sure, i got power elsewhere, but such brute strength is...

... i mean, i dunno, it's alluring! exciting! :D

pyrophoricgoddess: Hot *? Intoxicating *?

godlikegnostic: intoxicating! hot! fucking awe-inspiring!!!

you're unlike anything i've ever seen and i want to make it even more obscene. and i know just how!!!

pyrophoricgoddess: With your space magic *?

godlikegnostic: not just that- no, i wanna make your level breach even further past infinity!

any cap that exists is just a guise, i learned that years ago! :P

pyrophoricgoddess: Oh hell yea *!

godlikegnostic: and for that, i've got a real easy idea. i'm gonna breach portals into a bunch of alternate timelines and warp the denizens into your hands for you to crush. it'll be the single most efficient xp farm ever!

pyrophoricgoddess: Wow * that is really easy *|

godlikegnostic: of course i dont expect to cause any discernible change to your level because that number is fucking BIG BIG

but...

[She lets out an adorable laugh as she extends her arms and legs out, spread eagle in the depths of space as a thousand thousand thousand portals suddenly appear all around Polypa's body in a flash of green light. They all flicker open...]

pyrophoricgoddess: [Countless denizens spew out of the portals onto polypas body. Looking unconcerned she lets them pile up on her for a few minutes before she FLEXES and her already immense body instantly swells even larger in a just a fraction of a moment, crushing them all between her impervious muscles.]

godlikegnostic: [The sound is deafening. The destruction absolute- there is nothing but godlike musculature for miles around...]

[Not just miles, no, no, LIGHT YEARS.]

holy... oh my--

[ENEMIES DEFEATED. XP GAINED: 4.429x10^20002^95^5]

pyrophoricgoddess: Oh wow * that actually moved my exp bar a hair *|

godlikegnostic: ahah- ahahahaha! and that was just the test run to make sure that would even work, i can scale this up so much now, so much, so much...

godlikegnostic: [The number of portals doubles. Triples. Octuples. Squares. Cubes. Orders of magnitude thousands of digits strong as Jade employs spatial distortion on the level of the Big Crunch in order to fit as many portals as can exist per square micrometer into every piece of space around Polypa's body. There is naught but endless timelines numbering in the googols staring at the musclefreak...]

pyrophoricgoddess: Im going to get so much bigger ***|

godlikegnostic: you ARE.

[The portals open, all at once. The flood is immense- the denizens are compacted down to trillionths of their size just to fit across Polypa's impossible figure...]

pyrophoricgoddess: [Polypas body is completely covered in beasts. Not just covered but miles deep with denizens. With all these enemies Polypa might even have to use a fraction of.her power.

Nah lol, not at all.

With a resounding crack that could be heard through all of paradox space the planet of muscle that is polypa explodes in size. The already mountainous peaks of her body now dwarf entire planets. What few monsters aren't crushed between the yawning deep crevices beyond human comprehension that are merely the striations of her muscles are ejected from her body so violently that the g-forces don't just liquefy but are turned into a stream of plasma. With that flex she becomes the largest object in the galaxy.

ENEMIES DEFEATED. XP GAINED: 4↑↑↑3

LEVEL UP! RANK 9↑↑↑9 + 1

But once she relaxed her flex Polypa was the same size.]

Youre going to want to brace yourself *** actually itd probably be safer to hop to different dimension for a sec while i uncompress myself *|

godlikegnostic: [Jade's boner is very obviously visible now- she never wore clothes, duh. With a nod does she wordlessly leap through a portal and transform it into a viewport, allowing her to see... god itself unfurling.]

pyrophoricgoddess: [It's a good thing Jades viewport is omniscient otherwise it'd be impossible to see how big Polypa is. If you tried to zoom out from where Polypa was to her normal size even going hundreds of times the speed of light it's still take millennia to reach out. Against her true size entire star systems were like atoms, galaxies were little better. Super clusters were barely on the level of viruses.

When she did view the whole of Polypa she would find her infinite bulk straining against the bounds of the universe itself, the peaks of her many muscles tearing into paradox space.]

godlikegnostic: [Jade starts to salivate and grind her cock against a planet as she watches this incomprehensible mind-bending display. With the largest, strongest thing ever now clearly on display- and only decompressed by a factor of a few googolplexths of a percent- she is now firmly in love.]

"Holy... Polypa, you GOD!"

pyrophoricgoddess: [Polypa smirks at Jade's reaction.]

"You're just figuring that out now *?"

godlikegnostic: "W-Well okay, no, I was just-- I'm really, really..."

[Staring, awed, s-she can see her smirking so fucking smugly at her it's hot god it's really hot-]

"...I'm impressed and kind of monstrously turned on. Is that cool to say?"

[vibraniumwing]

rule-breaker

a percy weasley x reader blurb wherein the reader gets caught out roaming around the castle by a certain headboy.

WARNING: nsfw, 18+ (literally speaking, do not read if you’re not.) general nasty & steamy stuff (oh and degradation because honestly we all know percy would have no filter when he's angered)

A/N: this is vea’s attempt to write a blurb smut (??) for percy. If mon likes this then i might post it… i might. (also jess, ilysm im glad you liked this fic as well. also, this is set in their 7th year :>

DO NOT READ UNDER THE CUT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

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You were currently sneaking around the corridors, laughing quietly as you chewed on on the pumpkin pie you stole from the kitchens, hidden in the shadows of the hallways as you snuck around the castle. 

It was a normal occurrence for you to roam around, finding ways to tire yourself out before going to bed. The sheer thrill of getting caught by one of the prefects and/or that horrid man Filch spices everything up since you get to run away and escape.

or maybe you just wanted to see a certain prefect at this certain hour. 

You waltz around the corner towards the Grand Staircase, eager to see if your boyfriend was around when you heard it, “(L/N)! What on earth are you doing here?” a whispered voice echoed through the hallways and based on the tone of his voice, he wasn’t that happy to see you out and about. 

You turned around to see Percy who wore a pissed expression, obviously unhappy that you broke the rules, “Please enlighten me as to why you’re not inside the Gryffindor Tower.” He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you.

Laughing softly, you waved the same snack you were eating at him before taking a bite once again, “What can I say, I got hungry and ran for a snack.” you answered nonchalantly, shrugging as you took a step closer at him, knowing damn well that Percy didn’t have the heart to take points away from you even though it was against his will. 

He rolled his eyes at you, “Didn’t you eat dinner though?” eyeing the piece of pie you had left before locking his gaze with you once again. 

You simply nodded, finishing the treat before showing him a shit-eating grin, “Like what I said, I got hungry.”

Percy stared at you with his jaw clenched, anger fueled at the fact that you were so laid-back with being caught by him after hours. "You know how I don't like it when you get in trouble, you're lucky I was the one who saw you." 

You challenged his gaze with your own, feeling yourself get needier for your boyfriend. Your lips had this shit-eating grin that pissed him off even more, "What are you gonna do about it—" pausing to pull him by his tie, lips barely touching as you whispered, "—Weasley?" knowing how he hates being addressed by his last name during disputes like this. 

Percy had enough of your bratty attitude and grabbed a hold of your wrists, hastily making way to the Prefect Bathroom where he pushed you in and locked the door. 

He muttered a silencing charm around the room before pinning you against the wall, a hand easily taking hold if both your wrists above your head, "Disobedient little whores like you don't deserve to get fucked." Percy's voice dropped a tone lower as he peered over you through his glasses. 

You could only whimper at how hot he made you feel, this side of him making you go wild. 

Percy's long and slender finger snaked under the skirt you were wearing, smirking at how wet you were for him, "My freaky little girl's needy for me." He teased, running a single finger along your clothed slit making your breath hitch. 

His slender fingers then pushed your underwear aside, rubbing circles around your clit making you moan, bucking your hips to his pace as you bit down, not wanting to create too much noise.

He dipped two digits inside of you and started to pump them in and out of you slowly, "I better hear those moans or you won't get to cum tonight."

As soon as the lewd noises left your mouth, Percy was ruthless with his pace. His lips were leaving opened mouth kisses along your neck as he continued to finger you, your moans were like music to his ears. 

Your legs started to give in as you felt the knot in your stomach form, whining softly, "P-Percy, I'm close–"

He hummed softly and continued, "You've been a real good girl, go on, princess." Groaning softly as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. 

He rode out your high with his fingers before pulling them out, staring into your eyes as he brought them up to lick them clean off your essence before releasing you from his grip. 

"I'd sneak out all the time if this is the punishment I get from you." You managed to say, wrapping your arms around him for support from your jelly-like state. 

His rare chuckle resonated through the bathroom, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your lips, "I swear you're the reason why I get to break the rules."

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TAGS: (honestly idk who wants to be tagged in this but here) @thisismynerdyself @whiz-bangs78 @dogweedanddeathcaps

[xjoonchildx]

hey miss ana! as a fellow writer i wanted to ask how u deal with anon hate if you've ever had any?? i've been getting a bit lately and i know i haven't done anything to warrant it 😔 i guess im not that affected by it but it's just as annoying as mosquitoes rlly 🙄 also I just reread guarded after a long time and UGH miss ana i fell in love with it all over again 😭💜💜

hello! my! writer! friend!

first of all, thank you for the sweet note on guarded 💕

now let's talk about hate. i'm lucky that i haven't really gotten "hate" asks on here. maybe a few aggressive ones here and there -- but nothing major. still, i see what's up on other people's blogs and here's what i think based on that.

you don't owe a single internet rando a thing -- and certainly not digital real estate on your blog for them to shit on you or your work. this is your blog -- your space to do things you like and hopefully your readers like as well. those delete and block buttons are there for a reason.

but let's say maybe you want to answer that hate message because they came to you with some nonsense and now you have something to say in response. i support that, too -- just keep in mind that hate asks are like weeds sometimes. someone answers one and then five more pop up because people love to get a reaction.

TL;DR: you are the one in charge of your digital space. if you feel like answering a hate ask, go for it. feel free to put that person in their place. but there's also something to be said for throwing that shit in the trash, adjusting your crown and going about your day 💕

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Parting Gift

Summary: Virgil navigates an empty world he didn't see before and he can't see now. Thankfully the modified roomba his parents left him helps in the absence of people.Just a silly little fic I thought of because we recently got a robot vacuum.

Warnings: apocalypse scenario, food mention, insinuated death (not described or shown), mild swearing. If there’s more please let me know!

Ships: background Lociet (background Logan x Janus)

WC: 2405

General Taglist (ask to be added or removed) @im-an-anxious-wreck @logans-library

The tap-tap-tapping of Virgil’s cane as he moved along the road matched perfectly with the beat playing out of the one working earbud in his ear. Whatever town or residential area he had stumbled into was quiet and barren though seemingly not nearly as destroyed as the last one he had been in. Changing direction slightly as he has started to stray into wet grass he continued along what he assumed was a sidewalk, carefully feeling for the edge to make sure he was centered before continuing to sweep the cane in front of him to avoid whatever rubble or trash or non working car might have ended up on the side of the cracked road. 

Virgil didn’t know what the world had looked like before and he could only imagine what it looked like now. Everything had happened so fast he doubted he’d be able to recognize it anyway. He had never been able to see and it had never bothered him as much as it did now; with no way to know if someone was on the road other than the sound of footsteps he hadn’t heard in months and nothing to keep him company except his music and- well he supposed he couldn’t complain. Tripping slightly over a stray rock he hadn’t felt brought him back from his thoughts and into the real world once again, shivering as he realized just how cold it was getting and how truly tired he was from walking all day.

Continuing on only a couple more feet revealed a pathway leading off to what he hoped was a house or a store. As bad as he sometimes felt about it, there was no one around anymore- at least as far as he had managed to travel thus far- no one would miss a couple cans of ravioli and a few bottles of water if he could manage to scrounge them up. The walkway seemed pretty thin leading away from the main road so he assumed he was in a residential area with houses rather than near anything like a general store or pharmacy; he really hoped he came across one soon he was running low on band-aids. He could only do  so much with a cane and though he wished his palms and knees were tougher by now that he wouldn’t have to bandage them every time he fell sadly his callus just wasn’t thick enough.

Long grass brushed his ankles under his too short jeans, wispy blades rustling quietly as he passed. He took his headphone out as he walked after turning on the beat up ipod and pressing where he knew the pause button was from years of the same motion. Crickets began their evening concert as the birds finished their own, the air growing cooler as Virgil imagined the sun finally dipping below the horizon. He shifted the weight of his book bag more to one shoulder as he slipped it off the other hoping to reach an entryway of some sort soon since his feet were protesting the day of doing nothing but picking a direction and walking. Hitting a step he nudged the cane up until he could judge how high it was- sometimes they were high enough to trip him and other times they were so low they were more of an annoyance than anything else- and carefully made his way up all three of them. There were plastic feeling columns on either side of the top step so he assumed he was on the front porch of a house, some careful prodding revealing one of those rubber welcome mats he was constantly getting the soles of his shoes stuck on since when he was tired he refused to pick his feet up properly. He faintly heard his dad telling him to straighten his back and walk like he was alive but he shook it off with an eye roll. Posture didn’t matter if there was no one around to see it.

Fumbling around a minute for the door handle he stopped as his cheeks reddened, reaching up to knock first. Just because he hadn’t run into anyone yet didn’t mean it couldn’t happen and he  really didn't want to break into someone’s home if they were still there and startle them. He didn’t fancy getting shot after so long of surviving o his own and to have that compromised because he was a heathen who didn’t knock anymore would be an idiotic way to go for sure. KNocking, however, proved fruitless. Nothing answered but the crickets though as he knuckle raps turned to rather loud pounds on the door they began to quiet. A part of him still wished sometimes that someone would answer, it had been so long since he’d heard another voice. He knew realistically that if he was still here there would have to be other survivors and that if he kept walking he was bound to run into them. 

After years of doing nothing but that had yet to turn anything up though, and it seemed that this time would be no different. His hand fell to the knob once again as he took a breath and held it before twisting and pushing open the door. Hesitantly sniffing the air revealed nothing but old, unaired house smell and dust that had been kicked up from the bottom of the door brushing the carpet in the entryway. He sneezed loudly, the sound echoing sadly as if the house had missed the concept of sound, and wiped his nose on his sleeve before sighing in relief. Sometimes he entered a house or store and there would be...different smells. Ones that would make him gag and bolt from the building so the hot, cloying scent wouldn’t stick to his cloths. Those days were declared laundry days anyway, sullenly dunking his clothes in the rivers he always stuck close to trying to rid himself of the memory with the fresh smell of laundry detergent and sunlight. The day after that was spent moving as far away as he could as quickly as he could to get away from the dark scent that hung on the streets. It was safer to scrounge out granola bars from the bottom of his bag on those days than to risk looking for anything more substantial in the buildings he might be able to get into.

As it was Virgil stepped in the house and carefully closed the door behind him, swinging his bookbag around and cringing at the sound of the zipper echoing faintly in the doorway. Grabbing a smaller, padded drawstring bag out he opened it and carefully set the Roomba down, giving it a little pet before turning it on. It beeped out a pleasant little tune before the whirring sound of it starting up and moving away filled the house and he smiled, leaving his bag by the door and getting up to explore the house with Stuart.

Stuart the vacuum, as dumb as it was, was Virgil’s only source of company and had been since he was about four. The world was already crumbling at that point and rather than risking going out and about to find Virgil a seeing eye pet that wouldn’t last his whole lifetime if he lived long, his dads had modified their small vacuum for him in the hopes that it would last. And it had. Rather than having to plug into a power source it was solar charged, which the front of the bag it was kept in and his backpack was clear plastic to allow it to charge during the day, storing hours of energy to be able to work when Virgil needed it. Instead of vacuuming it simply went about bumping into things and storing a digital map of any small area, letting Virgil then walk beside it and stop when it beeped, nudging him in a different direction so he didn't bump into or trip on anything. This of course was before he was proficient with feeling his whereabouts with his cane adn at this point it was like letting a trusted pet out for its nightly walk rather than out of any necessity but Virgil loved it as if it was a dog. His most loyal companion...who he kept in his bag all day. He snorted as he felt out what was feeling to be the kitchen; he’d take anything over the oppressive silence of an empty house.

His mouth tightened as he felt around in cabinets for cans- all smooth labels of course, nothing to differentiate the corn from the beets from the manwich spread. He hated the fact that dinners were so often a surprise just because no one had thought to universalize a system to put a bit of braille on cans. Even some raised lettering underneath the label spelling out one word descriptors would be fine, instead he could only go by smell and taste and hope to god nothing he put in his mouth had expired. He missed grilled cheese and fried chicken and french fries- all things he didn’t have the means or resources to make. He never learned to hunt or slaughter anything and he doubted he’d be able to learn when he didn’t even know how to tell what parts of an animal to eat, let alone see what he was doing to cut it out and cook it. He was lucky he taught himself how to start a fire some years ago- he couldn’t imagine actually catching a fish and knowing when it was cooked enough to eat without just burning it to a crisp. Sighing as he opened a can with his old can opened he tentatively sniffed at the contents. 

Baked beans were good. He’d rather have them hot but he had no motivation to go out and start a fire right now and there was no way in hell he was going to try inside- so cold bean jelly it was. He’d had worse. He grabbed his cane from where he had leaned it against the counter and began walking back into what he assumed would be the living room as Stuart beeped to notify him he was done. Smiling as he felt a small nudge he changed direction to navigate around what felt like a dusty leather couch and settled on the floor in front of it to eat his dinner. Stuart came to rest beside him while he dug a spoon out of the smaller bag he always carried and he smirked slightly, feeling around to place a single baked bean on top of the vacuum as a reward for a job well done. 

He tucked in as he thought of what his dads would say about him doing that; both of them would more than likely find it endearing but relentlessly tease him about it for the rest of his life. He imagined his father’s face wrinkling up in an amused smile, scars tugging around crows feet and wispy hair tickling his fingertips. Dad’s smile was a lot smaller but no less sincere, mostly held in his eyes that had his lower eyelid just barely lifting. He missed feeling their faces- they’d let him do it whenever he’d ask to make sure he knew what emotion they were displaying. Both of them were awkward when it came to voicing their feelings and Virgil was always terrible at picking up social cues from simply listening, so being able to read a face as easily as a book often helped put them all at ease.Idly he brushed the top of Stuart’s “head”, feeling nothing but cool, hard plastic beneath his fingers. 

He cleaned up as best as he could, throwing the top of the can away in a trash bin after wiping it off and setting the actual can on the back porch with another full one for whatever might come by. His cane was carefully tucked just underneath the couch as he unrolled his sleeping bag and small pillow to get comfy for the night, placing his little vacuum by his head before snuggling down into bed and sighing quietly. Reaching out he felt for the button on the side of the roomba, a little rough and worn from years of the same routine of day. Biting his lip he pressed it in before snatching his hand away and tucking himself in completely, squeezing his eyes shut like he’d been sleeping all along.

“Is he asleep?” His father’s silky voice cut through the silence.

“I should hope so, it’s dark out and he needs his rest.” Dad was always very matter of fact, Virgil could imagine his arms crossing as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“...Do you want to start or should I?”

Virgil’s dad sighed. “I hope that you got to sleep at a reasonable hour this time, and that you had a good dinner that was as balanced as you could make it. That- that you’re somewhere safe-”

HIs father stepped in smoothly. “We hope that you’re taking care of yourself as best as you can, and taking care of Stuart as well. Hopefully there are people around that can help you when you need it and you aren’t afraid to ask for it- but if there aren’t I know you’re capable enough on your own.”

“We wish you only happiness, no matter how bad things are or get, always remember that it has the capability to get better as long as you are willing to work for it. I know whatever you’re working on or towards you’re doing the absolute best you can do, and we couldn’t be more proud.”

“We love you, Virgil. So, so much and don’t you ever forget that. take care of yourself and please stay safe.”

“Goodnight, Virgil.” He could still remember Dad brushing his fingers through his hair before the weight had disappeared from the bed.

“Goodnight, Virgil. Sweet dreams.” He felt a phantom kiss on the cheek from memory long since passed, the blankets pulled up and tucked around him. The door creaked shut and the recording ended, Stuart beeping softly to indicate he was shutting down. Safely tucked into his sleeping bag with a full stomach in the silence, Virgil let his eyes drift shut, a smile still on his lips as he fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[babywitchofthesouth-responds]

Plz read this thing i found about the band Letters VS. Numbers

This isn't my usual type of post on here but I NEEDED to tell someone about my detective work for this cryptid band. And trust me when i say this shit gets WEIRD.

So there's this band called Letters VS. Numbers, they're super underground and anonymous, were pretty active around 2011 then were quiet for a while and everyone thought they were a dead band. Greats songs tho.

Anyway, in 2020 they released some more singles and put them on Spotify (bangers, go listen to them).

I wanted to see if i could buy an old album on theirs, but they don't sell anywhere. Looked through some youtube comments and there are people distributing google drive links with digital copies of the earlier songs from when they used to be on iTunes.

Then I found this page: https://bandsoftheweek.blogspot.com/

They only have one post, and it's about Letters VS. Numbers. And lucky me, it provided LINKS to their old social media accounts (seriously old, MySpace era). These links are broken now, but i'm a cool hacker person and used the Wayback Machine to view the pages.

And it was awesome.

From what i put together on Word, it looked something like this:

That shape jpg in the middle was titled Ennegram, btw.

LINKS:

Travel Log (also 'online travel log')

Mythologies

Bone Tired (1)

Click here

Bone Tired (2)

MySpace

Now i bet youre wonding what i found on the paypal link

Yes. the link is ACTIVE!! It's $7 (USD) for the Bone Tired album, which was a limited edition print BECAUSE of the travel log idea they made.

SO pretty much Letters VS. Numbers created this album in where people copy it to their computers, write their names on it, and add their names to a Google maps list (look at Travel Log link) so you can see where everyone is who's ever had a copy. Then you pass the album to someone else and the cycle continues.

But I havent actually tried purchasing it cuz im a little spooked by what i found next.

At the bottom of the PayPal page, there was a link saying Cancel and return to Letters VS. Numbers. I clicked it and it took me to a page that looked like this.

I have no idea what that diagram is.

But when you hover over different portions of it, it links to these pages:

https://news.vanderbilt.edu/2011/03/15/hadron-collider-time-machine/

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-supercollider-that-never-was/

https://home.cern/science/accelerators/large-hadron-collider

https://businessfacilities.com/2013/08/magnablend-reopens-former-superconducting-super-collider-facility-in-waxahachie-tx/

Uhhhhhhhhh. what????? Time machines?

THEN i clicked on the little 'LVN' underneath the diagram. And it took me to another Letters VS. Numbers page called 'the seven'.

The only thing i could click was the letter I.

Which took me to this really weird page called "The Truth About the Desertron". about a particle accelerator... called the Superconducting Super Collider... in texas...

Then i decided that was enough for me, i spent 4 hours researching this shit when i have three exams to study for and now i've gotta hope the american government doesnt try to kill me while i sleep.

[gaysie]

Ive been too neurotic to send these to anyone yet I'm giving you the first strawberry 🍓🌹🥀

I know how you see yourself, Soni. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "Wardos blunt little instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little server for love . You made a million burner jackbox emails for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring Swiftie on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. (he smiles, crying now) You know, ever since we met, ever since you sent me that discord link but i didn’t click it in time and it expired and i had to awkwardly ask for anther... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Gay Angels, I cared about Objectifying Misha Collins... I cared about the whole world because of you. (sad laugh as a tear rolls down his cheek) You changed me, Soni.

NO SAME I HAVENT SENT THEM TO ANYONE BECAUSE IM LIKE WELL THIS IS TOO HUMILIATING WHAT IF THEY DONT ACTUALLY WANT TO SAY NICE THINGS AND IM FORCING THEIR HAND AND THEYRE GOING TO RESENT ME. Anyway moments of unadorned sincerity what would this year havew been without you❤️ i think i’ve communicated with u in some capacity like every single day since november??? which is kind of insane considering i’m famously bad at digital communication BRO SIX MONTHS. BUT I AM SO LUCKY FOR THAT BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME DIE LAUGHING LIKE NO ONE ELSE CAN. wuthering heights voice whatever brain gloop is made of yours and mine are of the same. soninatural is the bedrock of society wardo is the silliest rabbit in the flock AND JUGHEADTHEPERSECUTED WAS PERHAPS DIVINELY INSPIRED. I dont think anyone gets me more than another 20 year old who loves a million word fanfiction series but can’t read <3 you are so genuinely kind too I would lie to a million hiring managers for you My attic is yours for deadass. Thanks everyone for reading my public soni loveletter