#continuing to power through... 🙄

[pavlikbuonarroti]

severance will just nawt stop buffering........ what are the chances ill get in trouble torrenting over work wifi.

[fifty555]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ mimosas? no, marriage!

welcome back lovers to the continuation of your little love with mr. norris 🧡!

content warning; nothing much, just scattered explicit language here and there — used a lot pinterest photos though.

summary; after that fateful dinner post-silverstone ‘23, life went on with you and lando.

here’s part one!

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landonorris welp, let’s hope she doesn’t lose the ring in wet clays anytime soon 😇

to think that this all started because of a packet of gummy bears, i love you mrs. norris yourusername 🧡

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username our condolences carlos, your wag chose an even cooler person, sorry 😔🙏🏻

yourusername yes, says the man who was shitting tears whilst lando read his vows to ME 😍

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landonorris … she’s only a few inches taller than me

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landonorris BY A YEAR 😭

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September 10th, 2023 — Wedding Day

It was the day that you had dreamed of for as long as you could remember, yet nothing could truly prepare you for the flood of emotions that rushed over you as you stood there, facing Lando at the altar. He was grinning like a giddy schoolboy, as if the world had stopped just for you two. The sunlight poured in through the grand windows of the venue, casting a golden glow around him, making everything feel surreal.

You never imagined your wedding day would look like this, but standing before him, with the life you’d built together in the background, it was perfect.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“I do,” Lando echoed, his voice full of love and certainty, his hand gripping yours as if nothing else mattered.

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yourusername yes, i got married to a man who drives a papaya coloured car 🥰 i love your mr norris landonorris

i’ll try my best not to lose the ring 😬

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yourusername why thank you chicken 🥰

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yourusername and he used to squabble like a chicken when he lost, so hence the name chicken ❤️

maxverstappen1 congrats!! still cant believe you guys were together and managed to keep it from us of all people 🙏🏻

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landonorris … MY OWN WIFE GANGING UP ON ME

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May 5th, 2024 - The Miami Grand Prix.

The moment everyone had been waiting for. Your heart raced as you watched Lando on your phone from your hotel room, feeling that familiar tension in the air as he crossed the finish line.

You weren’t there. And it broke you.

But there was a reason. You had been told to rest, to stay in bed, and most of all, to take it easy during the pregnancy’s more delicate stages. You hated that you couldn’t be there — you hated that you couldn’t be the one to throw your arms around him as he celebrated. But you knew Lando. He would be okay. He had this.

When the podium ceremony came, you were watching it all unfold on the screen, your hands clutched to your chest as you saw the familiar flash of cameras and heard the roar of the crowd. Lando was beaming, trophy in hand.

And then, with a wink, he pulled out his phone. A post.

You gasped, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the words. You were so proud. But more than anything, you were over the moon with joy. The world now knew: the Norris family was growing.

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September 3rd, 2024

After months of preparation, late-night baby name debates, and countless check-ups, it was finally here. The moment you’d been waiting for. Your baby girl was on her way.

Lando was by your side through it all, his hand never leaving yours. Every contraction, every breath, he was there. His excitement was contagious, his nervousness endearing, and you could see the future unfolding right before your eyes. He was ready for this. You both were.

The room was a whirlwind of movement, but in that chaos, there was peace. There was love. And there were you two, together — now, with a little one in your arms.

When she finally arrived, you felt like you were holding the world in your hands. She was perfect. Small, wriggly, with a little tuft of dark hair and tiny fingers that gripped yours immediately.

You and Lando shared a quiet, overwhelmed smile.

“I love you,” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I love her. Our little girl.”

You nodded, your heart full. “She’s perfect, Lan.”

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landonorris the best parts of us came together in you, and now our hearts are full in ways we didn’t think possible. eden norris, edie, you are the most beautiful blessing to mummy and daddy. welcome to the world, sweet girl ❤️.

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Edie became the center of your universe. Life was a little more chaotic, a little more unpredictable — but it was beautiful. Lando would rush back from the race weekends just to kiss you and hold Edie close. The little girl, just two weeks old, had already captured his heart in a way that made you fall in love with him all over again.

You were a family now.

And although things had changed in ways you couldn’t have imagined, there was one thing that stayed constant: Lando’s love for you, for her, for this new life you were building together.

It wasn’t always easy. There were sleepless nights, endless bottles, and days where you felt like you were running on fumes. But you never once doubted that this, right here, was everything you had always dreamed of.

The world watched as Lando took the podium again, this time at the Singapore Grand Prix, the first race after Edie’s birth. You were there, cheering him on from the pit, Edie sleeping soundly in your arms. It was almost like a full circle moment: from wedding day to fatherhood, from your first win to this.

But this? This was your biggest victory yet. And as you watched Lando embrace his daughter for the first time in front of millions of people, you couldn’t help but think:

This was just the beginning.

soooo, SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭✋🏻

y’all, i’m still emotionally recovering from the fact that max is going to be a father, so— this one is a bit half assed but i plan on re-editing some things when i get over this ☹️.

anywhos, i hope you all had a wonderful holiday and merry christmas to those who celebrate, hope y’all ate lots of good meals 😋!

i’m lowkey dipping my toes into smau as well so please be nice 😞✨.

anywho, please enjoy this lowkey dumpster fire 😛!!!

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Breaking and Entering

You don't want Jihoon to worry.

Fluff (a miniscule amount of angst) - woozi x fem!reader

A hell of a lot of words for a sick fic :D Described as "princess treatment" by my friends 😌

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Word Count: 3.1k

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Before you even open your eyes, you feel a scratch in your throat that burns like hell. You reach for the water on your nightstand and take large gulps trying to soothe the pain. As your eyes open, they droop heavily and take a moment to adjust to the early morning sunlight that makes its way past your curtains. A chill suddenly attacks the uncovered parts of your body. You duck back under your comforter only to have an oppressive heat come in waves that cause sweat to cling to your forehead. On top of all that, you can’t breathe out of your left nostril. You’re terribly sick.

As you lament in your miserable state, a notification brightens your phone and you have to shut your eyes. You blink them trying to get used to the light, but all it does is give you a headache. You brave through the pain to turn your brightness down and check the notification. It’s a text from your boyfriend, Jihoon.

Jiji: good morning babe~ 😘

You: Good morning!

Jiji: what are ur plans for today? work?

You: No

You pause for a moment before continuing your response. You wonder if it’s a good idea to tell him that you aren’t feeling well today. On one hand, he might want to know that kind of stuff so that he can take care of you. On the other hand, it could cause some unnecessary stress in his already stressful life. Also, with his busy schedule, he probably wouldn’t be able to do much. You decide ultimately that this illness would probably be over quickly, and you don’t want to make Jihoon worry about nothing a little cough medicine and tea would fix.

You: I'm going to take the day off to relax and be lazy lol 😏

Jiji: that sounds nice

i wish i could do the same 😮���💨

You: Busy schedule today?

Jiji: yup 🙃 but im excited for our date later this week

You: Me too!

Jiji: i have to go to work

text me later

You: Will do! I love you 🩷

Jiji: love u too~🖤

Putting your phone down and taking the chance to move from your bed to at least retrieve some relief in the form of medicine or warm tea, you feel your muscles ache in a way that makes you never want to move again. For now, you stare at the ceiling with the resolve to get over this silly little cold. You fall asleep soon after and stay asleep for many, many hours.

When you finally awaken again, the chill in your bones still hasn't subsided, no matter how many layers of sheet and blanket cover you. You have to force your eyes to open against the deeper sunlight now pouring through the cracks in your curtains. You power through the discomfort to get them to adjust to the brightness. Again, you reach a hand out for your phone and see that it is afternoon and that you have some missed texts from your boyfriend.

Jiji: hey~

wuts up

Jiji: taking an afternoon nap huh

text me when u see this

The messages were all sent about 45 minutes ago. You feel a little bad about lying, but it only strengthens your resolve to get better and put the whole lie behind you. You text back like normal, hoping that he has the time to read and respond even for just a few minutes.

You: Sorry! I fell asleep watching anime

It doesn’t take too long for a reply to pop-up. You had been dating Jihoon for months now, but you still got butterflies every time he texted you. Even now, aching all over and dripping from your face, he makes you feel a warmth you swore would make you even healthier than you were before.

Jiji: oh rub it in my face 🙄 lol

dont get too far without me

You: I would never!! 😫

How’s it been today? You're not too stressed, right?

Jiji: eh

im coping lol

nothing im not used to

You: Don’t push yourself too hard ok? 🥺

You're doing such a great job!!!!!!

Jiji: thx lol

i gotta go. love u~ 🖤

You: I love you too 🩷

You decide to try to come up with the ultimate healing game plan for the rest of the day. You plot out your meals and activities to maximize the time you can spend getting better. Or at least you try to as you come to realize that sleeping an extra 4 and a half hours without getting out of bed means that you’ve yet to relieve yourself. This kickstarts your game plan as you rush to the bathroom.

You power through the aches in your body to finally brush your teeth and put your hair in a manageable bun for the day. You put on your sweats and some socks to keep warm and make your way to the kitchen where you heat up some soup and make a mug of herbal tea. You take medicine and take it easy all day. The change in scenery from your bedroom to the living room not only motivates your mind to change, but also it motivates your body to move. You swear you already feel better.

Unfortunately, the next two days look the same, and you do not, in fact, feel any better. Even with minimal movement throughout the days, you still manage to leave a mess of dirty dishes, clothes, and tissues strewn about the apartment. You are miserable and finally starting to come to terms with it. The delusion of your ability to heal quickly and on your own was finally starting to dissipate. You thought seeing a doctor was a waste of time, but you start to see the necessity of an appointment the more time you spend with a scratch in your throat and a headache hammering your skull.

The worst part, however, is not the pain, nor is it the constant sweating or the need to breathe through your mouth. No, the worst part is that today is Jihoon’s one day off; you are supposed to be ready to go on a date.

It's a little late in the morning when you wake up. You thrash in your bed frustrated that you are still sick and very tired. When you check your phone, there are no new messages. It isn't unusual for Jihoon to sleep in on his days off. You dread having to tell him the truth that you had been sick all week and couldn’t go out tonight. You could anticipate his response: a string of crying emojis and then a laugh where he says he’s just kidding and he’s fine as long as you get better. He wouldn’t really be okay with it, but he would say he is. He would be really disappointed; he isn’t very good at showing his true emotions, but you know he feels them so deeply. You don’t want to cause him any undue stress or heartbreak. At this point, it unfortunately is inevitable.

You grab your phone and hover over Jihoon’s contact, trying to muster the courage to send your good-morning-text and your confession followed by a long apology and promises to make it all up to him one day. You don’t expect your phone to ring, brandishing a very familiar sweet smiling selfie with the name “Jiji” underneath. You are startled then you take a deep breath, clear your throat, and answer.

“Good morning, my baby,” a sleep-rasped voice calls out from the other side.

“Good morning,” you try to answer in a normal voice, doing your best to hide your congestion.

“You sound different. What’s up?” Jihoon caught on immediately.

You whine a little over the phone, only prolonging the inevitable. There’s only silence from the other side. “I’m sick,” you say, then blurt out, “I’ve been sick for the past three days. I really, really tried to get better, honestly. I’m so sorry, Jiji. I can’t go out tonight.”

Your heart beats quickly in your chest, maybe from the nerves of finally coming clean, maybe from the extra exertion on your sick body. The five seconds it takes for Jihoon to respond feel like five hours. All he says is, “Oh. Okay.” After that, he hangs up the phone, leaving you stunned and with a horrible pit in your stomach.

You’re in shock. The kind of shock people feel after breaking a limb or recovering from a disaster. It pushes every other feeling out of your body. You do your morning routine in a fugue state. When you sit back in your bed, it all hits you at once. Tears stream down your face almost unconsciously, and you lay down with your face in your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep again, too tired from the illness to continue to cry or feel anything.

Jihoon makes up his mind quickly. After abruptly hanging up the phone, he immediately gets up and goes through his own routine faster than ever, even taking 30 minutes off of his normal workout just to have more time for his own plan. After coming home, he does something a little out of character. He goes to the kitchen to cook something that isn’t chicken breast and white rice.

This surprises his roommates. Soonyoung tries to help him with the big pot of what was so far just stock and vegetables. He gets distracted easily, and it takes him a long time to cut up an onion. Jeonghan takes a picture of Jihoon and sends it in the group chat asking if this is normal behavior for Woozis. Seungkwan tries to taste it before the dish is ready and whines when his hand is met with a smack from a wooden spoon.

“This isn’t for any of you. Leave it alone,” Jihoon says in a stern voice.

“Wait, what? Then who is it for?” Soonyoung raises an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N, my girlfriend. She’s sick.”

The mood in the apartment changes. Now, Jeonghan is texting more furiously in the group chat about how Jihoon cares so much about his poor, sick girlfriend. Seungkwan now insists on tasting the dish the whole way through the cooking process to make sure it’s suitable for such refined tastes as his and yours. Soonyoung calls his mom and asks what the best thing is to cure illnesses. It becomes a whole big thing that has Jihoon a little bit annoyed but also grateful his friends care about you almost as much as he cares about you.

Jihoon’s morning and the better part of his afternoon off of work are then filled with surprise visits from Mingyu, Jun, and Seokmin who bring an array of dishes that could feed you for a month and Minghao who brings a special tea blend that he uses when he's feeling sick. Vernon sends a playlist of chill music for you to listen to while you recover, and Wonwoo writes a list of movies he recommends you watch to rest. Chan makes a special delivery of his grandma's famous kimchi, which has the rest of the boys groaning that they don't get any this time. Joshua sends the best essential oil wax melts so you can indulge in some aromatherapy. Finally, Seungcheol makes sure that Jihoon tells you that he can send anything in the world to your house using his card whether it be medicine or a treat from your favorite bakery or even a new designer pajama set to make sure you are at maximum comfort levels.

As he makes his way over to your apartment, Jihoon feels silly carrying a bunch of bags filled with various gifts from everyone on top of the soup he made that seems to pale in comparison. He curses Jeonghan under his breath for telling everyone his plan to bring you supplies, effectively making him the delivery boy because he is the only person who has the passcode to your apartment. He tries to call you on his way over, now adding his phone to the pile he was juggling. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. He tries again and meets the same outcome. He assumes that you’re resting; being sick for multiple days sounds exhausting which is why he is so willing to bring over everything he (and the others) could possibly think of to make you feel better.

Jihoon reaches your front door and knocks loud enough that you would be able to hear it from your room, but soft enough that you wouldn’t wake up if you were resting. He waits a beat before just typing the code and letting himself inside. He makes his way to the kitchen and sets down the various bags on the countertops. Only once his arms are empty does he realize the state of the apartment. He slowly takes in the dirty dishes and various random stuff left on the floor. The trashcan is full, and tea bags litter the countertops. There are tissue boxes everywhere, each one full of used tissues.

He walks slowly to your room and, opening the door, he almost couldn’t make out your sleeping shape on the bed. You’re curled up into a ball under many layers of blankets on one side, and on the other was a pile of clothing. There’s more clothing on the floor. Jihoon goes back to the kitchen and takes a deep breath. He meticulously puts all the food everyone prepared into the fridge, rolls up his sleeves, and decides to start there. He makes a list in his head of all the things he could realistically do in the few hours you would be asleep.

The next moment, Jihoon is elbow deep in soapy water scrubbing dishes and wiping countertops. He finds all the cleaning instruments and proceeds to sweep and vacuum. He fills a trash bag with tissues, tissue boxes, and food containers. He gently tiptoes around your room, gathering up the clothes from the floor, which he assumes are dirty, and putting them in the wash. The clothes on the bed, which he checks are clean, are now folded and put in a hamper for later sorting. He even has time to reheat his soup and make a pretty plating of it paired with some rice and a cup of some of Minghao’s herbal tea.

You awaken when you hear dishes clanking in the kitchen. Someone is in your home. You freeze until the noise stops and begin to get up from your bed. With your legs swung over the side of the bed, ready to stand and possibly defend yourself, the door opens slowly and in walks Jihoon with a tray of dishes.

He looks surprised, then flashes a big smile, then says, “Good, you’re awake. It’s time to eat.”

All you can do is stare at him in disbelief as he sets a tray of soup and rice and tea on your lap. He sits cross-legged in the empty space beside you and scrolls through his phone as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

“W…what’s all this?” you stutter out, utterly confused.

“Lunch,” Jihoon answers nonchalantly.

Looking at him beside you, you realize that there is indeed empty space on your bed for him to sit where there was once a pile of clothes. Tears appear behind your eyes when you look around at the spotless floor of your bedroom. You look at your boyfriend as one tear falls.

“Did you…”

“Yeah, it was a real mess in here.” He turns to look at you and uses his thumb to wipe the one tear from your cheek. “Start eating. I bet you haven’t eaten all day. How are you supposed to get better if you don’t eat?”

He was right. You take a spoonful of broth and bring it to your lips. It tastes wonderful. Alternating between tea and soup and rice, you feel fuller, and the heat from the meal eases your throat just a little more. Jihoon looks at you and sees how happy you look to be having a meal that wasn’t microwaved from a package. You are already almost done with the meal after only a few minutes.

“See, you were hungry, huh?” He teasingly shakes his head.

You lightly push your boyfriend's arm. You make a face, suddenly feeling awkward to be around him. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“What? Why? Because you lied to me for days and didn’t let me take care of you? Or because you canceled our date on the day of because you assumed I cared that we went out somewhere?” he starts sarcastically, “I actually hadn’t thought about it all day.”

“I’m serious, Jiji!” you try to whine but end in a cough. He’s laughing at you as you get a little frustrated.

“I’m seriously not mad. I wish you would’ve told me, but being mad won’t fix anything.” His smile is soft, and he’s looking at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t know it would last this long. Honestly, I don’t know what I have, and you probably shouldn't be sitting so close to me right now.” You weakly try to push Jihoon away, but he sits like a rock, not budging at all.

“I’m fine,” he chuckles, “The plague couldn’t even keep me away from you.” He leans to kiss your forehead.

All your muscles relax as the last few bites on your plate disappear. Jihoon takes the empty tray in one hand and uses the other to guide you to your feet with him. He wordlessly walks you both out of the room. You see that not only is the entire apartment clean, but there are small gifts left out on the coffee table.

“What is all this?” you ask your boyfriend as take a seat on the couch, waiting for him to put the empty plates and bowls from the tray in the sink.

He takes a seat next to you and rubs the back of his neck with one hand and avoids eye contact when he answers, “The guys heard you weren’t feeling great, so, of course, they had to help out, too.” He goes through and shows you the wax melts, medicine, and self-care products. He also tells you about your new stock of homemade meals from the best cooks in the group. You get really excited about the kimchi from Chan’s grandma. He sends you Vernon’s playlist and Wonwoo’s recommendations. He even shows you the text Seungcheol sent him about using his card for whatever you might need.

Everything is perfect for the rest of the evening that was supposed to be a fancy, romantic date night. It turns out that watching movies and listening to music while snuggling and talking is the best medicine for illness and the most romantic date you have ever been on.

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Some Tough Love

(Long rant ahead with lots of cussing)

If you feel like giving up on your desires it’s because you still aren’t grasping the fact that you have it right now. It doesn’t fucking matter what the 3D shows you. Who is the God of your reality?? You or the 3D??? You duh. 🙄

Some of you need to discipline yourself. It’s not about motivation because motivation is temporary and you’re only going to continue to search for posts to motivate you. It’s a repetitive cycle.

Know what you want and tell yourself you have it. Stick to that shit. Be stubborn. You’re fucking God / The Creator of your reality. Get that shit through your head. Decide it’s yours right now. What are you so worried about?? That you’re never gonna get it??? But why not??? What’s so fucking wrong with you that you feel like it can work for others but not you???

If you can manifest all the bullshit of bad luck, shitty relationships, debt and all the bad why can’t you manifest the good??? Think of all the negative things you’ve experienced. You manifested that. You thought of the bad and manifested the bad. (Except for traumatic experiences, it’s not your fault).

Your SP is in love with someone else??? No they fucking aren’t. They love you.

You have one dollar in your bank account??? No you don’t, you’re literally a millionaire.

To change what’s happening on the outside you need to change within. You need to change your way of thinking. That’s it.

Understand that whatever you assume to be true is true. You are only making it more difficult for yourself by asking questions like “Is iT WoRKinG?” Or saying “It’S NOt WoRKiNg.”

If you’re checking constantly. I hate to break it to you but… you’re not living in the end. If you have it you wouldn’t be checking. If you have it you wouldn’t be thinking of giving up. If you have it you wouldn’t be searching how to manifest (blank) videos.

I regret giving up on my desires because I literally just wasted all of that potential. I could’ve had my desires by now if I didn’t give up and simply allowed myself to have it. Trust me you’ll regret it if you give up.

Law of Assumption is fucking LAW meaning it will never fail you. Failure is not an option. If you don’t get your desires it’s simply because you didn’t persist. You gave your power away to things that don’t matter like your doubts and negative emotions. You assumed it wasn’t working. You assumed you’d fail and that’s what happened. This just proves how real the Law of Assumption is.

It’s not a scam. It’s not fake or bullshit but again if that’s what you assume it is then that’s what it will be to you.

I get it. We weren’t born knowing about Loa but if we did trust me that the world would be much different. Tell yourself you’re that fucking bitch because you know what 99% of the world doesn’t. If you know about Loa it’s a fucking sign that you’re meant to have all of your desires. It’s not a coincidence.

Stop whining, bitching and complaining. 😤

From now on I want you to stop searching for videos and posts if you’re not applying what you learned. I want you to focus on being the version of you that already has it. Wake up every single day knowing how fucking powerful you are.

(Hope this wasn’t too mean lol but reread this post until you understand that you are God / The Creator)

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Can Iake a request for homelander? I was thinking about how he sees humans as below him yet was created by humans. Maybe something fluffy (as fluffy as it can be with homelander lmao) where gets a crush on a human Vought employee because their funny and honest but also really blunt whenever he talks to her. Or if you think this one is better maybe homelander meeting a supe who's powers are like sirens from Greek mythology,(hypnotic voice, attractive aura, etc. ) Basically they can draw in people in a similar way that tomie from junji ito can, but isn't interested in entertaining men

Homelander: I want you to be part of the 7

Reader: how would that even work, am I just supposed to sex appeal them to death?🙄

So I chose the first one. I find the dynamic of Homelander and a human so fucking interesting.

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Filth

Warnings: Homelander

Your voice was irritating.

Everywhere he went in Vought Tower, Homelander could hear it. Whether it was you providing update reports to fucking Ashley or laughing about something with those cunts you call friends. He thought that he could even hear your voice long after you had left the building.

He stormed through the building. Useless humans darted out of the way, not wanting to be trampled down while he was on his warpath. Why couldn’t he get you out of his head? You were just another useless human. Weak, pathetic, just another weak fucking insect. Something to crush under the sole of his boot.

But he didn’t want to.

You made some meaningless comment to your equally meaningless colleagues which somehow earnt you a round of laughter. Homelander’s eye twitched at the grating noise. It's all so human. One of those colleagues touched your arm and you leant into the touch. That did it.

Homelander turned around and marched towards you. Humans scuttled out of the way but not you. You didn’t shrink away. Instead you smiled brightly at him and Homelander glared at the colleagues around you. If he had his way, he would’ve burned holes into their head and fuck you over their mutilated bodies. Watch as the blood would soak into your clothes, as pieces of flesh and bone get tangled in your hair, watch as-

“Hello,” your bright voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

Yes. He wanted you down on your knees. Looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. Covered in the blood of those humans who dared touch what was his. Instead he just beckoned you to follow him. He marched away, not bothering to see if you were following him. He could hear your footsteps and the steady beat of your heart. That was refreshing. You, unlike so much of the filth that surrounded you, weren’t afraid of him.

When the two of you were finally alone in a random office you were roughly shoved up against the wall. Homelander leant down, brushing his nose against yours, as he pressed his fingers roughly against your neck. He felt your heartbeat skip slightly as you swallowed thickly.

“I don’t frighten you.” he said

“Do you want me to be frightened?” you asked

His grip around your neck tightened and you winced slightly. Still, your heartbeat remained steady.

“I could kill you,” Homelander continued, “snap that pathetic neck of yours. Burn your eyes out. Rip your heart out of your chest.”

“I know.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“You’re still not frightened.”

“I’m not afraid of dying,” you said, with a soft smile, “it is one thing that must happen to us all.”

Homelander’s grip tightened and this time you did wince. He smiled at the action although there was no warmth behind it. He leant in close, brushing his nose against yours.

“You smell like them.” he practically snarled

You frowned but Homelander’s grip on you prevented you from speaking.

“Like filth,” he continued, “and I’m going to fucking change that. I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth.”

[socialfakes]

the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 4; chapter 2: weekend of love

nhl players x platonic abigail celebrini

jack hughes x abigail celebrini

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abbycelebrini | loving you through every season ❤ tagged: jackhughes

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jackhughes and i'm loving you more through every season ❤ | abbycelebrini you're such a jackass 😂 but i love you | jackhughes ditto 💕

lhughes_06 winter was so much fun and that snowball fight was epic | abbycelebrini yes it was. and it was hilarious when you drilled trevor in the face with that huge snowball 😂😂 | trevorzegras that hurt a lot. but it was funny afterwards

njdevils awe cute ❤

nicohischier my best friend has never been happier. so thank you for being the best thing that has ever happened to him 😊 | abbycelebrini you're absolutely welcome nico 🥰

eklund_72 i love seeing you happy. you guys are so cute together 🤩 | abbycelebrini ❤❤❤

beckettsennecke_ my favorite couple ever ❤ | jackhughes we love you becks | abbycelebrini my favorite person ever ❤ | jackhughes well ouch 😔

mackie.samo awe jack is happy. i love that

arturssilovs1 god this is cute. glad you're happy 😊

colecaufield love this so freaking much 😃

_quinnhughes never seen jack so freaking happy ❤

nhl unstoppable power couple 🤩

elblue6 so excited you've been in the family as long as you have. feels like i finally have a daughter ❤ | abbycelebrini i love you so much ellen ❤

bboeser love this relationship. makes me believe in true love 😊

user5 jack looks so good 😍 | abbycelebrini where's the lie? 🤷🏻‍♀️🥰

user11 unstoppable attractive af power couple for sure

user3 you're a beautiful couple

user9 im so jealous rn. you're living my dream

tofff73 so happy for you guys 😊

lila.donaghue i want someone like jack hughes in my life | jackhughes well im jack hughes and i am in your life, so... 👀 | lila.donaghue i meant as a boyfriend, nimrod 😂 obviously not you though | abbycelebrini don't worry. we got you lila 😉

trevorzegras the most unforgettable summer 😊

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abbycelebrini | spent the weekend hiking with nico & boating with my baby 🥰 tagged: nicohischier, jackhughes

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nicohischier loved having you in jersey for the weekend 💙 | abbycelebrini thank you for joining me on the hike when jack didn't want to 😊

jackhughes i somehow fall in love with you more and more every day ❤ | abbycelebrini good. that means the spell is working 😉 | jackhughes wait what? 😲 | abbycelebrini don't you worry your pretty little mind darling 😘

user6 did you guys name the cat? | abbycelebrini nico named him charlie | nicohischier because the trail was called 'charlies trail' so it worked

njdevils our special boys | abbycelebrini the very best, most special boys ❤

elblue6 he didn't push you off the boat this time, did he? | abbycelebrini no absolutely not. he was a gentleman the whole weekend 😊 | abbycelebrini you raised him right 💙❤

trevorzegras and where was my invite? | abbycelebrini strange. must've got lost in the mail 🤷🏻‍♀️ | trevorzegras likely story 🙄

colecaufield awe cute cat

sanjosesharks you keep leaving us. come back 💙🦈 | abbycelebrini next week i'll be back 💙🦈

markestapa looks like you had a lot of fun 😊

_quinnhughes we gotta get together this summer | abbycelebrini already planning it as we speak, my dude 😉 | _quinnhughes should've known 😂 | jackhughes she's got a binder, quinn

edwards.73 i miss the boat 😔 | abbycelebrini then you shall be included in this summers festivities ❤

rutgermcgroarty nico is the cat whisperer & he looks so happy with that | abbycelebrini because he was. the cat immediately flopped at his feet and started rolling in the dirt 😂

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abbycelebrini | let's go, baby!!! 🥳👏🏻❤ tagged: njdevils

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njdevils the streak continues 🥳

jackhughes thank you for being there for the big win ❤ | abbycelebrini was definitely worth it to see your cute face 😘

nicohischier you really are lucky. holy crap 🍀❤ | abbycelebrini you're still going to win even when i'm not there | nicohischier yeah because you're still dating jack so you'll technically still be with us 😊

nhl let's go baby!

elblue6 it was good to see you sweetie 😊❤ | abbycelebrini always good to see you 😊🥰

tdemko30 they're having a killer season 😊

edwards.73 wow. congrats on another win, guys

_eliaspettersson 🥳🥳

marner_93 on the right track to being the champs this season 😊 | jackhughes and it's all thanks to my baby 🥰 | abbycelebrini all lies, jackass. it's the whole team

sanjosesharks they're doing great. now come back and share your luck with the team 💙🦈

user5 my sweet babies 🥰❤

user1 let's go, baby!

user9 jack is unstoppable | abbycelebrini nico is unstoppable | nicohischier luke is unstoppable | lhughes_06 jesper is unstoppable | jesperbratt abby is unstoppable | abbycelebrini i'm not even n the team, but thank you jesper 😊

_willsmith2 doing too good 🤔 | abbycelebrini right? it's a little suspicious | jackhughes it's not suspicious. it's luck, you adorable dork |abbycelebrini it's called talent, jackass 😂

tags: @captainboomaray @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @callmemana

[ohmaswife]

hi again!! :D i wanted to request some… AHEM… spicy stuff (if you’re okay with it) where ohma’s fem s/o finally convinces him to let her take the lead/ be the dom🤭 theres a panel in the manga where ohma says he has a thing for strong girls and AHHHQIIS🤸🏽‍♀️ at first he would be like “UGH yeah okay FINE but just this once🙄” and then would end up considering letting her do it again 🤭 and his s/o WOULD NOT hold back im talkin’ edging, teasing, maybe even some blindfolds and ropes OOP🏃🏽‍♀️💨💨💨 like ohma’s 100% a dom but just imagining a big buff tough guy melt in pleasure from your touch is so WAAH WISJWO🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️ anyways im leaving it up to you🙈

Just for tonight.

Tokita Ohma x Reader

Summary: You convince Ohma to let you be in charge, but will he really let you?

*AFAB body reader, no pronouns mentioned

⚠️18+ CONTENT / SMUT / NSFW ⚠️

Warnings: established relationship, swearing, mentions of blood and injury, bondage, blindfolding, handjob, m oral, teasing, edging/orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, f masturbation, f oral, p in v, cumming inside

Word count: ~8.8k

A/N: PHEW i’m so sorry this took so long, i really hope this ends up being ok 🥹 actually gonna do a 2nd fic with this prompt bc i love it SFM!! 🫶as always enjoy and lmk what i can do to improve my writing! c:

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What a night.

The two of you just got home from Ohma’s latest match. He was up against a prominent Capoeira master. He was strong, experienced, and teaches a large population of students through his program he developed. Unfortunately he managed to get quite a few good hits against Ohma. He knocked Ohma unconscious twice, so hard that Ohma would get up only at the very last moment of the 10 second allotted knock out time limit. You’ll never get used to watching Ohma get hurt and not being able to do anything. But before you let your anxiety spin out of control, Ohma turned it around.

His opponent's two weaknesses were timing and creating patterns in his attacks, and Ohma quickly figured out how to predict, absorb and redirect them. The finisher was when Ohma landed four carefully timed and extremely powerful punches. Square in the middle of the face, throat and finally both of his temples. After that? He was out like a light.

Ohma won. He won and was amazing.

One of the best feelings in the world is running up to Ohma after he’s won. Jumping on him as he reaches out and catches you, strong arms wrapping around you and securing you against his body while you cry tears of happiness into his shoulder. Not only from how proud you are of him, but that he’s still here with you.

Finally getting home the two of you make your way up to the front door, both very much ready to get inside. Your hands are wrapped tightly around Ohma’s arm as you ramble on and on about how well he did. 

“And then when you kicked him in the back and sent him flying into the wall! And when you were like BOOM, BOOM! Right to the gut! And when you were li-“

Ohma just hums along as a response, smiling softly as he takes in your affectionate praises and chuckling when you demonstrate your very accurate reenactments of his moves.

Every fight is worth it, if only it makes you proud of him.

It’s all for you.

You already start to relax as you shove your keys in and unlock the door, finally back inside your new home. The two of you just bought this house and moved in only a few weeks ago, and there’s still so much to do. Shit to unpack, furniture to move, rooms to paint. But overall, it’s coming together nicely. Hanging up your purse and slipping off your shoes, you continue to gush about his win.

“You were incredible, baby! Obviously you always are, but you were great tonight. I'm so proud of my big strong m-OHMA!”

He interrupts you by sweeping you off your feet, effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder and marching to the bedroom. You laugh hysterically at his eagerness, watching as he kicks the bedroom door open with his foot and accidentally makes it hit the wall. Ohma throws you on the bed, devilish smile beaming. He climbs on top of you and cages his body around yours, preventing you from moving. But you don’t want to be anywhere else.

He looks irresistible. Even with the beads of sweat that’s long been dried on his forehead. Even with the fresh and healed bruises littering his cheekbones, and even with the side of his jaw swollen from a high kick. Even with the little bit of blood still around his nostrils and the scars on his once broken nose, he’s still your handsome man.

“Ohm, go shower!” You laugh again, pawing at his chest to try and push his hot and sweaty body off of you. He’s worse than a boiling weighted blanket. Like trying to push up a brick wall, it’s no use. He furrows his eyebrows, a confused but still smug look on his face.

“Not like you’ve ever minded before.” he chuckles and moves to the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling on the spot that makes you see stars. Rolling your eyes, you wish you could wipe that shit eating grin right off his face, literally feeling it form against your skin. But since he’s right, you can’t help but giggle at the memories. There’s been countless times you two have made love right after he’s won a fight. Of course checking him out for any major injuries first, but if he’s alright the two of you will scout out inconspicuous spots in whatever arena or establishment he’s fighting in. 

“Well tonight I do mind, so go shower!” You persist, “while you’re in there I can get dinner ready, we’ll eat a lil and then come back in here after, okay?” You hum, rubbing your hands up and down his chest. You’re hoping you’ve convinced him, you need just a little time to set everything up.

“You know I’m hungry for something else.” He groans in your ear before going back to the same spot on your neck and biting down hard. He shifts to support himself with his left arm while his right hand curls underneath your shirt and pulls it up, calloused fingertips making a shudder run through your body as he pulls down your bra.

You let out a long moan of content feeling his boner throb against you, the silky fabric of his boxing shorts rubbing the inside of your thigh. How badly you want to touch it, feel the warmth and stiffness of it in your hands as you jerk him off and milk him of his cum.

But you can’t give in.

You reluctantly take his hand out from underneath your shirt, intertwining your fingers together and giving his knuckles a kiss before bringing it beside your head to rest on the pillow. Keeping your hands together you glide your free hand from his chest to the back of his neck, weaving your fingers through the ends of his hair.

“Baby it’ll be worth the wait, I’ll be right here when you’re done,” You smile up at him, stroking his cheeks and gently twirling his hair. “Promise.”

He looks extremely skeptical and you laugh at his extremely unamused glare, turning your head and giving his knuckles one last kiss.

“Hmph. You better be.” He grumbles. You adjust yourself to sit up as he slowly and reluctantly gets off you, slumping towards the bathroom.

Ohma doesn’t at all mind when you’re on top. He’ll prop his arms behind his head and just watch you bounce on his cock. Boobs in his face, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moan broken profanities and loud “I love you!”s. Or when you’re sucking him off he’ll sit back, staring at your pretty doe eyes as you bob your head and moan louder the more of him you take in your mouth.

But he always ends up dominating.

If you’re riding him, he’ll eventually pick up your hips and hold you in the air while he thrusts up into you. Or he’ll slam you up and down on his cock for you. He’ll even push your whole body into his face when you sit on it, making you grind your pussy against his mouth. He’ll spank and slap your pussy until he has you begging for him to fuck you. When he takes you from behind he’ll hold your ass so tight bruises will form. He’ll bring you so close to a mind blowing orgasm, and when he feels your pussy walls start to flex he’ll stop whatever he’s doing. Fingering you, eating you out or fucking you, he’ll stop and watch as your face falls and body quivers, just chuckling and loving the sound of your needy whines and “pleeease Ohma!”s.

No matter what, he always ends up in control.

Looking in the mirror you adjust the little leather body harness you’ve been hiding from Ohma in the very back of your closet. The black straps wrap around your figure, crossing over each other and highlighting every part of your body. The thin band of the bra barely hides your nipples, boobs spilling over the top. The straps around your thighs hold your flesh snuggly, with the garter belt leading directly up to the missing thong, knowing having it off right away would tease Ohma even more.

You’ve worn lingerie lots of times before, but Ohma just rips it off within the first five minutes of you having it on. You’ve complained to him over and over again how much money he’s wasted from you having to buy replacements, but he’ll just chuckle in response. Although he’s had your body long memorized, he still wants to see every part of you at all times, so you’re hoping that tonight you’ll be able to keep it on long enough to the point it was worth purchasing.

Bringing out the other box you’ve been hiding, you place it on the bed and open it up, breath hitching as you lift off the lid and realize you might actually use these.

Taking out the two ropes, you tie them around either bed posts at the top of the bed. Pulling them as tight as you can, you set the remaining bit of it on the pillows. You then take out the blindfold, feeling the soft and silky texture on your fingers. Bringing it up to your eyes you make sure he won’t be able to see a thing, and smiling when you see it’s completely opaque.

The last thing you pull out is a little leather paddle. He’s been talking about wanting to use one on you for a while now, and you know him being tied up while you spank it against your ass yourself will make him go insane. Finally, you set out and light plenty of candles on the dresser and window sills to make it romantic. Everything is set up and your lingerie is perfect. You’re ready.

Your heart jumps at the sound of the door creaking opening, being so lost in your thoughts on how this night might go you hadn’t heard the water turn off. Steam drifts across the floor and the smell of his body soap fills the room. Your heart swells seeing Ohma walk out. A few remaining drops of water drip down his abdomen and absorb into the loosely wrapped towel around his waist, your eyes zeroing in on the bulge that you can't wait to get your hands on.

With his eyes cast towards the floor he scrubs a towel against his dark hair, attempting to speed up the drying process as it literally takes hours from how thick it is. Before you let out an annoyed and exaggerated huff to get his attention, his eyes lift up and survey the room. He carefully analyzes everything that’s set on the bed, eyes scanning each item multiple times. But finally, his eyes settle on you.

“Hey” is all you can say, giggling so nervously that it accidentally ends in a whisper.

His eyes pierce through you, and the intensity that resides in them whenever he looks at you never fails to stun you. You still get so nervous around him, and it’s now really settling in that you’ve just started a night where you’ll both be outside of your comfort zones.

You don’t know what to say or even what to do with your hands, so you opt to cover your chest with your arms and close your hands around your mouth. Your lust and excitement quickly turning into fear. It quickly starts bubbling in your stomach, and each second that passes it just gets worse.

He hasn’t said or done anything, the only thing he’s done is stop drying his hair and throwing the towel over his shoulder. Normally he would’ve had you pinned down by now. Normally he’d already be tearing your clothes off, telling you everything he’s going to do to you. Normally he would’ve already had you against the wall, counter, couch or mattress in any position he pleases. Normally he’d already be touching you, groping your boobs and caressing your pussy while he tries his best to show much you mean to him.

But he doesn’t do anything.

God, what have you done? 

Maybe you haven’t thought this through enough. Should you have talked to him first? Done it another night? What if he doesn’t like it? What is he going to think of you? 

Should you not have made it a surprise? Why hasn’t he moved? How would you even react to him rejecting you? What if you’ve made him so uncomfortable he breaks up with you? Is he ever going to say anything? What the hell is he thinking right now?

Your brain races with ways you can back out, and just as you try to decide between going out the window or running out of the room, he finally smiles. His eyes glaze over, getting darker as he drinks in every inch of your body.

“What’s up?” He asks, approaching you with possibly the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. You feel so much better seeing he’s already hard, throbbing boner nearly poking out of the towel. 

He moves your hands from your face, holding your head in his hands and looking at you so lovingly while the mischievous glint in his eyes continues to grow. He moves your arms and wraps them around his neck, groaning upon getting a better look at your body. His hands go to your hips, groping them firmly while pulling your body into his.

After thoroughly checking you out and rubbing his hands all over your body, his hands settle back on your hips and he leans in to kiss you. But before he can, you move your right hand from behind his neck and place your pointer and middle finger lightly over his lips, giggling as you his eyes squint open and face scowls in confusion.

“What’s up?” He asks again, mumbling against your fingers. His facial expression is absolutely adorable, and taking your fingers off his lips you move to his cheek.

“Tonight, we’re doing something different.” You whisper, stroking his cheek and staring at his lips that you can’t wait to kiss. His eyebrows raise, the corner of his mouth turning up and letting out a soft chuckle.

“Yea? Is that right?” He asks. His mind races with what you could mean, but all he knows is he’s very intrigued and very turned on.

You nod your head and hum, taking the towel off his shoulder and throwing it to the corner of the room. Running your fingertips slowly down his abs, you smile at the content sigh he lets out as you reach just above the towel. You curl your fingers underneath, letting it fall to the floor and kicking it to the side. 

Now that it’s free his boner springs up, hard as steel and head red and throbbing. You collect the slick bead of precum onto the pad of your pointer finger, sticking it in your mouth and staring in his eyes as you suck it off your finger.

“Tonight, you’re going to let me decide what to do.” You smile sweetly and place your hand back on his cock, so happy to see more precum leaking from his tip. You rub your finger over it again, spreading the liquid over his head before wrapping your hand so softly around it.

“Yea? Why should I?” He groans as you start moving your hand lower and lower, stroking his long cock delicately with your fingers. 

“I’ll take such good care of you baby,” you purr as you pump him slowly in your hand, only up to the tip and just below it, saving going any further down for later. 

“You’re my big strong man Ohma, and I love my big strong man so much.” Placing your lips lightly on his chest and peppering kisses across his pecs.

“I wanna show my big strong man how much I love him, won’t you let me do that?” You look up at him, pleading with those puppy eyes that always pull at his heart strings. He groans and drops his head down to watch your hand, jerking him off properly now. He lets out another groan, relishing in the feeling of your hands while processing your words.

“You make me feel so good Ohma, let me make you feel good too”

Alright, he honestly wasn’t expecting this. He thought you wanted him to be the one to use everything on you, so this is a surprise.

It’s just natural for Ohma to dominate, a complete reflex.

Not only is it hardwired into him, but it just makes sense to him. He wants you to know he’s your man. He doesn’t have a way with words, and he knows he couldn’t figure out the right ones to tell you how he feels anyways. He’s clumsy with his romantic attempts, so it’s the only way he feels he can best express how much he loves you. How he fights for you, wins for you, and is strong for you. 

Not to mention how obsessed he is with the validation of you not only begging for him, but saying how much you love him and how good he makes you feel. 

But he can’t deny how turned on he is, and what kind of man would he be if he rejected your offer? As long as you still know how much he loves you, he can’t think of a good reason to say no. You’re fucking hot, and he’s anxious to see what you might do.

“Hmph. Fine,” he smirks, leaning into your ear and dropping his voice.

“Just for tonight.” 

A shudder runs through your body. It takes a minute for it to sink in that he actually agreed. You thought it’d take a lot more convincing, but seeing the captivated look in his eyes you know you’ve got him. You can barely contain yourself as you grab his face and give him the biggest kiss you can, absolutely giddy and not at all able to wait. You start by playfully trying to push him down on the bed, but you feel his body tense up, preventing you from moving him.

“Ohma, come on!”

He chuckles and watches you struggle for another minute before he finally lets you push him down.

“Up here!” You insist, motioning to the pillows so he can put his head down and lay on the bed the correct way. He settles in and you jump on him with the biggest smile on your face, and it’s his turn to laugh at how eager you are. 

Straddling him you move your hips and position your pussy so it’s barely hovering over his cock. So thick and so girthy, it’s amazing you can fit him at all. Ohma flexes his cock, tip grazing against your pussy. It’s not much, but the light pressure has you even more excited for him to be inside you. You giggle as he flexes a few more times. Such a boyish thing to do, but suddenly he bucks up his hips, hard. Your arms buckle as his cock slides right against your folds and nearly enters you.

But before you let him do anything else, you force yourself to remember you’re the one in charge. 

Not him.

“Ohm you said you’d let me be in control!” You whine in annoyance, knowing if you’re not the one to enforce the rule he certainly won’t. You reluctantly lift your hips up so he can’t touch you, and he hears your sigh of disappointment at the lack of contact. You lean down and give Ohma a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. His hands fly to your hips, he can’t help it. You love how he holds you, so secure and comforting even in the bedroom. But the second you feel his fingers dig in you grab his hands and put them beside each bed post.

“Hands here” you smile sweetly, reaching over and grabbing the end of the first rope. Ohma moves his wrists around quickly every time you bring it close, a smug smile plastered on his face as he watches you struggle to catch his hands.

“Oh my god Ohma, cut it out!”

He chuckles as you huff in frustration, sticking out your bottom lip and staring at him with an adorable exasperation in your eyes.

“Alright alright, you win.” He says, finally keeping his hands still. 

“Hmm, that’s better” You hum happily. Thankfully he manages not to be a shithead just long enough for you to tie both ropes around each of his wrists and get them as secure as you can. He moves his hands and arms around, adjusting and getting used to the position. Yea, he could easily snap these in two. But for your sake he’ll keep them intact.

“Am I gonna need a safe word?”

You swat at his chest and roll your eyes. Once again wishing you could wipe that shit eating grin off his face. You never imagined a tied up man could still be so cocky. 

“Lift your head, baby.” You say, reaching over and grabbing the blindfold. He lifts up his head and you stroke his hair before moving it out of the way. You tie the blindfold comfortably over his eyes and adjust it so it covers them completely. Kissing his forehead, you sit up and admire your work.

Ohma Tokita. Tied up, blindfolded, and giving you complete control. 

You never thought you'd see the day.

You lean down and kiss his lips passionately one last time. You wanted to keep it quick since his kisses turn you into putty, but he pushes his lips against yours so strongly you let yourself stay. Your lips keep intertwining, a layer of sweet saliva now building. Trailing your lips slowly down his chin, jawline and neck you stop to pepper plenty of kisses along his chest. You shimmy further down his body, moving your arms to either side of his hips you rest your hands on the side of his abs, fingertips tracing the deep grooves of them.

You kiss his bottom abs, sprinkling each one lightly and carefully. The heavier your kisses get the more his muscles tense and twitch, your lips feeling like fire on his skin. 

Craning your neck you look down and see just how hard he is. Every inch of his fat cock is throbbing, dark veins strained across the skin. Long length leading right up to his red and swollen head, silky white precum leaking from his tip. You give his tip a slow, sweet kiss. His breath hitches at the touch and goosebumps appear on his arms.

“Love your cock so much, baby” you coo, giving two more long kisses. He sighs deeply and smirks, anxious to hear more. You move down and lick a long and heavy stripe from his balls back up to his head, pressing your tongue down on the thickest vein in the middle. Reaching his head you slowly lap your tongue at the precum, so happy to see how much more has come out. 

“Love your cum, baby, gonna get so much out of you tonight.” 

You spit in your hand before wrapping it around his fist softly. Slipping his entire tip in your mouth you moan as his masculine taste settles on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around in a few quick circles before suddenly stuffing as much of him as you can in your mouth. 

He lets out a deep groan as his cock is surrounded by wetness and warmth. His hips unconsciously start to lift, jaw tensing and teeth gritting. His head hits the beginning of your throat, making you gag and a damp feeling in your nose. With how big he is and how full your mouth is you still can’t fit his full size, using your fist for the rest. You love the feeling of him in your mouth. How it feels, smells, tastes, you can’t get enough.

You lift your head up slowly, feeling each of his veins throb against your tongue as Ohma sucks in a deep, sharp breath. Giving his tip one last swirl with your tongue you lower your head back down, slowly starting to suck him off. You get halfway down his cock before stopping, holding it in your mouth for a minute and then sucking back up to his head. Massaging your lips against his tip you pause for another minute, never having taken this long to give him a blowjob.

He lets out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Takin��� forever.”

You giggle surrounds his cock and you decide to start bobbing your head up and down at a decent pace, moaning as you press your tongue against the thickest vein as hard as you can. You move your fist up and down in sync with your mouth, his entire dick and base so wet and slippery that it's accentuated by the building slurping noises.

“Fuuuuck” he groans out, pissed he can’t see you. He can picture you perfectly, but it's not the same. He loves watching you suck him off, eyes staring up at him so adorably while he busts in your mouth. Holding your pretty little face and watching you swallow as much cum as you can, your tears mixing with the rest of it dribbling out of your mouth, rolling down your chin and neck.

You bob your head faster, sloppy sounds of your mouth getting louder as he goes further down your throat. Tears fill your eyes as your cheeks and throat start becoming sore from the power you’re using. You slow down and pull your mouth off of him, wanting to tease him but also needing a flat out break. Your hand follows after your mouth and he groans feeling your touch disappear completely. He can’t see what you’re doing or where you are, but after a minute goes by and you still haven’t moved, he starts getting restless.

“Hmph, think you’re funny huh?”

You give his thigh a quick kiss and laugh against it, having so much fun. Going further up his thigh you put his cock back in your mouth, gathering spit and sliding it down as lubrication for your hand. You bob your head as fast as you can and jack the rest of him off. His breathing gets shallower and his groans longer and deeper, thrusting his hips up harder as his thighs strain from flexing so hard. He’s about to cum.

His dick starts twitching in preparation to shoot out his cum, balls ready to send his sperm traveling down your throat. But just as he starts pulling on the ropes, keeping his hips in the air and growling like an animal, you pop your mouth off with a loud ‘slurp!’. His painfully hard cock springs back up towards him, and he lets out a very annoyed and very long sigh.

“So you love my cum, but won’t let me?” He grumbles.

You laugh and stretch over to the bedside table, grabbing a few tissues and wiping off your face and mouth.

You bend down and kiss his lips, moaning into it as he lifts up his chest and head to make the kiss even deeper. You reach your arm over and grab the paddle. Spinning yourself around you straddle his chest, putting your ass and pussy in his face. Feeling your body move and your scent drift in his nose he lets out a satisfied sigh knowing you’re so close. 

But he doesn't feel satisfied for long as he hears a loud smack followed by a high pitched, “uh!”

His face and throat drops, teeth grinding and jaw tensing. 

You’ve got a lot of nerve.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

You giggle at his irritated and angry tone before rubbing the paddle slowly up and down your ass cheek. You hit it again, this time harder and making you drop and body shake.

“God Ohma, I wish you were doing this!”

Now you’re just being cruel, you know how badly he’s wanted to use a paddle on you. He fights the urges to rip off the ropes and pin you down, but technically this is what he agreed to.

“You really are ridiculous, you know that?” He grumbles, and you can practically feel his eye roll underneath the blindfold. You see why Ohma likes being in control, you feel fantastic. He’s getting a taste of his own medicine, and you don't feel guilty for a thing.

After a final few hits to your cheeks you lift up your hips and move it lower, running it very lightly over your pussy. You give yourself just one gentle pat. Then another, then another. You’re not sure if it’s the anticipation of the hit or the short burst of touch following it, but you didn’t expect to get so turned on by it.

Ohma can tell you’re hitting your pussy by the wet squelch following the spanking sound. He hears your little whines and moans, feeling your legs shake as the pats start getting harder.

“You’re in so much trouble when I’m out of these.” He growls. You’re so excited thinking of what he’s gonna do to you, but you’re not ready to give him the control yet.

You spin yourself around again so you're facing Ohma, pussy still in his face. From the movement you now really feel the sting in your ass cheeks, and can already tell the spots will be sensitive for a while. You run the side of the paddle in between your lips, collecting your wetness on it.

“Open up, baby.” You moan sweetly, placing the paddle in front of his mouth. Opening his mouth he grabs it with his teeth and lets out a long groan of your taste in his mouth, but he wants so much more. Sucking on it eagerly he gets all your liquid in his mouth, keeping it on his tongue for a moment before swallowing.

Laughing at how cute he is you toss the paddle to the side, stretching over to give his knuckles a kiss. He opens up his hand and you kiss each of his fingers tenderly. You put his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, sliding your tongue down and sucking delicately.

“You know where I want your mouth.” He groans quietly. You’ve never teased him like this before, and even though he agreed to it he just wants to feel anything. Your lips, hands, mouth, pussy. Anything.

“Hmph! And since you’ve been giving me so much attitude tonight, I know where I want yours!” You sass back, about to fill his mouth with something other than his jokes. You lean back and prop up your arms on his thighs, making yourself comfortable. His nose rubs against your clit and his exhales blow on your lips, making that bundle of heat just below your tummy start to form.

“Ok baby, you have to go slowWOHH! OH, OHMA~!”

He covers his tongue in spit and lays it flat against your pussy, licking up and down to mix his spit with your wetness. He carefully flicks his tongue, barely spreading your lips with the tip. He swirls his tongue in all directions, licking and tasting every part of your pussy.

You hadn’t realized it but you’ve started grinding against his face, rocking your hips as he laps his tongue at your opening. Gripping his thighs so tight crescent shapes start to form on them from your fingernails. You let out tiny high pitched moans as your body starts to shake, feeling like your arms will give out. His entire mouth, nose and chin are completely wet, and they only continue to get wet as you buck your hips faster. 

“Hmm? I gotta do what now?” He chuckles against you, now giving your pussy heavy kisses up and down. You’re adorable. He shoves his tongue through your lips again and puts it inside your hole, curling it up and down then sucking on it to taste all your juices he’s coerced out of you.

“Y-you have to.. you ha-“

Fireworks burst through your whole body. He alternates between flicking his tongue incredibly fast and painfully slow, getting revenge for your blowjob earlier. He rubs his tongue just below your clit to back inside you, slurping your pussy with his mouth but for now avoiding your throbbing little pearl.

“Oh yes, oh fuck yes ohm” you moan blissfully.

You really meant to stop. You really meant to get back in control, but he’s now concentrating on your clit and you completely fall apart. He peppers it in kisses, slow but heavy. Cupping his mouth around it he pulls the delicate bead into his mouth, gently rolling it around and playing with it.

He pops it out of his mouth with a sloppy, wet kiss. Lapping at it slowly, he flicks it up with the tip of his tongue, then stopping and holding it there as he chuckles at how cute you are. You continue to rock your hips against his face, body shaking and begging for relief. Your moans of pleasure turn into whimpers of annoyance, with little “please”s accidentally slipping out. He can’t see how far your lip is sticking out in a pout everytime he stops moving, but he knows it is.

He starts moving his tongue again, swirling it around in quick little circles. Taking the time to spell out “O-H-M-A’ he pulls your clit back in his mouth and sucks on it, feeling his teeth graze it slightly. Going up and down and side to side he growls as he buries his whole face in your pussy, eating you out like a man that hasn’t seen a meal in years.

You sit up and grab hold of his hair, making him groan a long and low “fuck” as you tug on it.

You completely forgot you were in charge tonight. You completely forgot you wanted to be in control tonight. The only thing you can think about is how good Ohma is making you feel, your body and brain only able to focus on the sensation that only he can give you. He flicks your clit so fast it feels like a vibrator, making your entire body shake.

The feeling becomes too much, and before you know it you’re cumming. 

“Fuck Ohma, fuck! Yes!”

The tension starts to ease, the energy in your pussy switching from overwhelming to soothing. Your walls relax, flexing uncontrollably as your body shakes at the same speed. Your cum lands all over Ohma’s face and he takes his sweet time tasting every remaining drop of your cream. Slowing your hips the quick and steady rocks now become short and inconsistent, riding out the last moments of your high.

You sit up and collapse on top of him, moving to sit more on his chest. Curled over your stomach rests against his face and your cheek against the wall. You sit there to help your body relax on its own, breathing steadying and body regaining its normal feeling.

After a minute you’re finally able to take in a full, deep breath.

You reach over to the bedside table again and grab another wad of tissues, wiping off his face and kissing his forehead sweetly. You don’t even know how, but a few drops of your cum got on the very bottom of the blindfold. You wipe his nose but before you touch his mouth he licks around it, collecting every last bit of your liquid off his face and savoring it. After cleaning him off you grab his face with both hands, holding him closely and giving him a passionate kiss.

“Need you in me now.” You moan desperately, every part of your pussy pleading for Ohma to make you feel whole.

Shimmying back down you straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your pussy. You sink down on his cock quickly, completely impatient. Your skin meets his as you reach the bottom, all of him now inside you. You've been waiting all night for him to fill you, your entire body spasming in excitement now that he finally is. It’s like butterflies are fluttering throughout every fiber of your body, and the euphoria you feel radiates through your veins.

“Oh Ohma, oh Ohma-Ahh~!”

You continue sitting on him, savoring the warmth of cock that fills you. He’s so big, head rubbing against your cervix and pushing in his precum. You roll your hips in a slow, small circle, his cock grazing and rubbing every part of your pussy.

You can’t wait any longer, and you raise your hips up and drop back down. The two of you let out a simultaneous blissful sigh as you come back down, taking all of him again.

“Oh, oh baby” you moan loudly, sitting still on him once again. It sucks that by going so slow you’re teasing yourself too, but you really think you can do this.

You raise your hips up again and drop back down slowly, making a loud squelching sound as you move. You hadn’t even realized how much more wet you’ve gotten, but Ohma sure did. You’re only going about halfway down cock, and it’s driving him crazy. Your delicate spongy spot is throbbing so hard, needing to feel him fill you up completely again.

As if he can read your mind he starts bucking his hips up, moving your entire body up and down and making you bounce on his cock.

“O-Ohm! Y-you can’t do that again!” You whimper helplessly. You already gave into him when he was eating you out, you can’t let it happen again.

“I-I’m the one in charge!”

You try to sound firm but your moaning takes over the majority of your sentence, the way his head hits the tender area starting your cervix feels like you’re getting struck by lightning.

Again, dominating is a reflex for him.

Can you blame the guy?

The heat builds in your stomach as he thrusts faster, grunting loudly as he puts all his strength and power into moving his hips. Pulling his arms and tensing his legs he gets more leverage, like he’s spreading the strength he can’t use through his cock. The mattress creaks almost as loudly as your moans, bed posts crashing against the wall and making the framed pictures of you two swing back and forth.

Your breaths become short and quick as your walls begin squeezing automatically. You feel that warm tension start to come to a climax as your body gets ready to let go. You're about to cum again, but you force yourself to jump up.

“I’m.. i’m the one in charge” You repeat, more or less trying to convince yourself. You’re panting hard, nearly regretting your decision as the heat in your pussy makes its home there until you feel relief, nagging you how much you need Ohma.

“Hmph, you sure?” He chuckles hearing how your voice shakes and whimpers. You stay hovering in the air, lifting your hips as high as you can so he can’t reach you if he thrusts. You have to hold out at least a little longer, so you close your eyes and slow your breathing to calm down. Okay okay, inhale, exhale. You can last, you can do it. You’ve been waiting forever for a night like this with Ohma, and it’s far better than you ever could’ve imagined. Something like this might not happen again, so you need to savor it and find your strength.

“Yes, I am sure.” You say confident and sternly. 

You move down so you’re sitting in between his legs, having some distance from him and his cock making you feel just a tiny bit better. It was already an amazing sight seeing Ohma tied up in the first place, but right now it might be even more beautiful. Body covered in sweat, hair sticking up everywhere as his cock throbs back and forth, like it’s looking for you. You spit on your palm and jerk him off, keeping a firm but loose grip. The spit makes your hand slide up and down so fantastically he lets out a deep, long “Fuuuck.”

He thrusts his hips and fucks your hand, breathing getting labored and balls tightening.

He really thinks you’re just going to let him cum?

Nope. 

You’re in charge, and it looks like you have to remind him.

You take your hand off completely, making him groan the second he feels your fingertips leave. 

“Hmph. This again?” He grumbles.

Putting your hand back around him you pump maybe a centimeter below his head, letting your hand then come back up and cup his head. You moan feeling it twitch in your hand, thankful to feel your touch once again. You adjust yourself and lean down to plant a kiss on his tip. You sprinkle kisses down from his tip to his balls and he moans as you pull his balls into your mouth and suck on them. 

Letting go of his balls you travel back up and plant one last kiss on his leaky head, flicking your tongue at his slit before moving your head down quickly and taking as much as you can of him. He lets out a long, hearty groan feeling the warmth and slipperiness of your mouth and your tongue slither up and down at the same time.

His hips sputter up, his cock going further down your throat and making you gag. You hold out, the way he’s fucking your throat is amazing, and the way he groans hearing the slurpiness of your mouth is incredible.

But you push your hands down on his hips, popping your mouth off him and sitting up as quickly as you can, giggling once again at his annoyed and extremely unamused expression.

“Whose in charge?” you ask sweetly, climbing over him and whispering in his ear.

“Hmph. I suppose you want me to say you?” He chuckles, stupid smug smile on his face.

“Hmph!” You mimic him.

You grab his cock again, this time as loose as possible. You’re practically only holding it, not applying pressure. You move your fist down about one millimeter at a time, and stop after reaching about an inch. You reach his base, but now you’re deciding to jerk him off passionately, or continue teasing him.

Continue teasing him.

You take your hand off, dragging your fingernails slowly through the hair that surrounds his cock. You then do slow piano fingers around him, tapping your fingertips very lightly and smirking watching how hard his dick is pulsing. Head red and angry, matching how he feels on the inside.

Groaning once again at his lack of cumming, he gives in.

“Now, who's in charge?” You ask, both love and confidence in your voice. 

Even though there’s an endless chuckle in his throat and giant shit eating grin on his face, he gives in.

“You, (y/n)”

You hum happily, a chill running up your spine the way he says your name.

You lean down and kiss his tip, slowly parting your lips to wrap around it. You massage them up and down, just stroking him with them before putting his head in your mouth. You suck on it lightly, your tongue swirling around it every other second.

Taking your mouth off you lap your tongue against his head, flicking your tongue slowly before giving it a final kiss. You lick a slow line down to his balls and back up. Taking his cock back in your hands, holding it near the base and gently moving it around so you can lick each side of it. 

Reaching his balls again you stop and cover them in kisses, feeling the delicate skin against your lips as his thighs flex and he lets out a heavy sigh. You move your hand from his base down to hold his balls in your hand, tenderly stroking them with your tongue. You stick out your tongue and start licking it, carefully taking the time to make sure his entire sack is covered in spit.

Ohma lets out a long groan as you put his cock back in your mouth and plummet down as far as you can.

“Mmm-mm!” You moan, starting to move your mouth back up to his tip and bob your head as fast as you can. You tilt up your eyes and watch as his face twists and turns in pleasure, abs tensing and adam's apple moving up and down. 

You pop your mouth off of him and let out an intense “fuck!” Needing him inside you right now. You can’t stop throbbing, so you move up to him as fast as you can and line up his tip with your opening.

In one motion you sink down, your skins slapping together as you sit on him completely. You let out a high pitched moan and Ohma a low groan, his cock and your walls pulsing at the same time, thankful for each other’s touch again. Your body shakes at the feeling of him in you again, sparks flying through you as you throw your head back at how good you feel. You really appreciate the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan, feeling overheated in so many ways.

Lifting up your hips you jump into bouncing as fast as you can, letting out high “UH, Uh, UH’s!” When his tip crashes against your g-spot, like balls of fire shooting through you. The moans between you two with the squelching of your pussy and slapping of your skins is incredible, and Ohma especially appreciates it since he can’t see anything. Easily the worst part of tonight is not being able to see you. 

It’s so automatic for him, so once again he starts lifting up his hips. And once again, you stop immediately. You use all your weight to press down on his chest, fingernails sinking into his pecs as your arms tense from the pressure you’re using.

“Don’t move” you say, sternly but sweetly. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, having just a little bit of fun hearing you command him.

Pressing down on his chest gives you better leverage to move your hips up and down, and his tip hits your cervix at a new and amazing angle. Using more force your ass crashed down against him, slapping against his skin as it shakes. 

You’re feeling so many different sensations, both physically and emotionally. It’s like you’re on a rollercoaster, so you weave your fingers into his hair and pull as hard as you can.

“Ohhh, Ohma! FUCK i love your cock!” You shriek, mind completely blank. Your head is in the clouds and your body feels light as a feather as all you can process is Ohma.

“I love you I love your cock I love you I love your cock!!!” 

It all comes out in a jumbled, whimpery mess. The way he fills you up is incredible, the feeling of how hard and hot his fat cock is inside you is unlike any other. You sit on him again, collapsing on him with your chest heaving and breath trembling. You need to rest your hips, thighs, ass, your whole body is. Everything is burning, you definitely don’t have as much stamina as Ohma so this is a great workout.

The slippery pool connecting you two makes it easy for you to grind your pussy on him, moving your hips forwards and backwards you effortlessly slide on his skin. The new motion makes your clit rub against him in a way that puts you in a daze.

You didn’t know it but you’ve been scratching his pecs so hard it’s drawn blood. He’s obviously sustained much worse injuries, but you still don’t like seeing even a paper cut on him.

“Ohma, I’m so sorry, I’m so s-“

“Do it.” He says simply, but sternly.

Not expecting his response you nod your head even if he can’t see it, voice having disappeared from being so stunned. Your fingernails return to their original location, covering the handprints that are settled on his chest. Your body feels light and your head feels like it’s in the clouds, and squeezing your eyes shut that electric fuzzy feeling starts spreading through you.

“I’m gonna cum, Ohma I’m gonna cum” you whisper, voice breaking as you feel the rush of euphoria

“Me too, i’m right here” he groans. His balls are overflowing with cum from you edging him so goddamn much tonight, and he can’t wait to get his seed inside you. The tight knots below your tummy start to unravel, legs trembling as your moans practically make a song.

The two of you cum at the same time, both simultaneously moaning as the two of you give your cum to each other, having saved it just for this moment. You’ve never felt him cum this much before, or for so long. Animalistic growls as he shoots his seed inside you, semen traveling to where they belong. You’re squeezing him so hard, milking him empty.

You fall on top of him again, both of you breathing heavily and chests heaving. After a minute you finally gain the energy and motivation to move. Lifting off him a long silky string connects you two, proof of you two giving yourselves to each other as well as the pool of liquid spilling out of you and dripping onto the mattress.

You roll over and collapse on the side of the bed, still trying to catch your breath and cool off. You’ll get clean sheets in a minute, but you need to calm down. You’re making Ohma make the bed though, you’ve done enough tonight.

“That was amazing.” you whimper. You roll yourself over and snuggle into his chest, listening to his heart practically beat out of it. 

You really can’t believe tonight just happened. You really convinced him to let you lead. It was even better than you imagined, and if you were able to you’d do it to him everyday.

A wave of tiredness washes over you, and you’re ready to fall asleep any second.

“So, are you gonna undo these ropes or should I?” He chuckles.

“Oh, right! Sorry!” You scramble up and lift his blindfold. His dark eyes flutter open, eyelashes grazing the fabric and looking at you with pure adoration that makes your heart melt. 

This night was unexpected, but he loved it. You always take such good care of him in every way. He would never admit it, but you already drive him wild more than you’ll ever know, and tonight just solidified it.

He’s never been that vulnerable to someone before. Yea it was during sex, but it was still a step for him. He knows how much work he still has to do, but he’ll do it for you. Even if he really doesn’t know how to. You’re able to put words to your feelings. You express your affection and love for him easily. You never struggle to, you’re warm and nurturing. He’s never known love until he met you.

But he does struggle. That’s why he leads you. His body is the one thing he knows how to use to express himself, especially with his love for you. He didn’t realize you were able to use your body the same way he does, maybe even better. This is why you’re incredible.

You both stepped out of your comfort zones tonight, but it was so worth it. You stroke his right wrist where the rope was tied, the indentation of it on his skin.

“Would you… let me do that again?”

It was meant to come out a lot more confident. Even after the night you two just had you feel so shy now, wanting more than anything for him to be happy and satisfied.

“Mm, maybe.” He chuckles, making you roll your eyes. Grabbing his face you kiss him like your life depends on it, so utterly in love with him.

You untie the last rope on his wrist, still holding it in your hands when you’re suddenly pinned down. 

You couldn’t possibly expect Ohma to stay submissive for long. 

He locks his eyes on yours so intensely that you can’t look away. Bending down, his lips brush against your ear as he roughly whispers.

“My turn.”

A/N: ugh totally not sure how i feel about this tbh i feel like its so bad 😭celebrating my other fav show bobs burgers starting season 14 the capoeira master is maybe inspo’d by jairo a lil c:

dundukadun PANDEIRO dundukadun BRASIL!

[isa-ghost]

ISA PLEASE I NEED YOUR DEEP DARK DEITY THOUGHTS

Something something sculk as a corrupting power. The ender king wants to take, wants to keep everything like a ship in a bottle but the deep dark? It wants to change. It wants to remake everything in its image.

There could probably be something cool having to do with sculk not being "native" to his world, but when rose "woke up" (phil updated the world and his bedrock lowered) so did the sculk. And now its lying in wait, slowly corrupting, slowly changing, slowly creeping.

And then... philza stopped avoiding it, and took some pieces to spread around. Is that gonna accelerate the corruption?

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE THIS IS COOKING, DEFINITELY TAKING INSPIRATION FROM WHAT YOU'VE SAID HERE.

OKAY SO here's what I have so far (and restated stuff I said in chat yesterday during stream):

The Deep Dark Deity (I'm leaning female but also really fucking with them being genderless. Their gender is Corruption and their pronouns are they/it) has control over the Warden, sculk, etc. All things Deep Dark. The people who built and once lived in Ancient Cities were a cult that worshiped the Deity. Gods know when/how they died out, if they really died out or just went... elsewhere, and where they ended up if they aren't just dead. You can't tell me that's not a fucking portal. You know exactly what I'm talking about. They could've gone through there. But why?

Something something that portal being activated and the realm it would lead to being accessible is the only thing preventing the Deity from being able to escape DD biomes on their own. Currently they're bound to their own domain unless Phil takes a catalyst or other means of sculk spreading outside of the DD with him.

The Warden was created by the people who inhabited the cities (as we know from that one disc), meant to be a vessel for the Deity, if not straight up created in the Deity's image. Regardless, the Deity can indeed control/possess the Warden and command it whether they're inside of it or not.

Sculk contains XP, which is popularly headcanoned by most players as "life force" because living things drop it when they die (and it's earned though life experience, and life experience increases life force or whatever, blahblahblah, not explaining this in detail here, it's not my headcanon it's just the gist of what I've seen people cook with). This is what the Deity (EDIT: Deity name is Sculk Scourge!) survives off of. They consume it, and there is no such thing as "enough," it always wants MORE. If Ender King is greedy for the material, DD Deity is greedy for... whatever you'd call life force. When something dies in sculk, its life force is consumed by the Deity, and the sculk spreads because the Deity is being made stronger/more powerful and therefore their influence is spreading.

In addition to life force (killing mobs in DD biomes, bottles of enchanting, etc), some other "offerings" they enjoy include diamonds, lapis (gives lots of xp when mined), bones, god apples, infested stone, and beacons.

I'm cooking up a summary type thing like this for each of the Hardcore deities, but one of the things this Deity would represent is the concept of the apocalypse. It consumes to gain power, becomes so powerful nothing can stop it, and continues to consume until there is nothing left to consume.

Taking your idea of how the Deity only came to be after Phil updated Rose's power/influence over the world increased once more. Something something corruption something something Rose's evolution went Wrong somewhere and it turned into a whole ass new deity. Something along those lines idk. Whatever I go with, they have it out for Rose. It's her and her creations that they consume to grow stronger, that they want to remake.

They fucking HATE glow squids because they look like something THEY should've created, being all blue and glowy and ethereal like that. But no. Fucking ROSE did. 🙄 Their resentment of her knows no bounds.

Actually idk if it's resentment or just general ill will but again: They very much intend to do Rose harm. Including emotionally. Like by hurting her precious Child of the Sky. Or corrupting him to make him theirs instead. =)

This isn't a headcanon but like. The vibes of this deity? Scylla from EPIC: The Musical, both the song and the monster herself.

Given the nature of the Warden and the spirit of the Deep Dark in general, the Deity is blind. It navigates the world through hearing, smelling, feeling vibrations, and by sensing the amount of life force something contains. Phil should not enter the Deep Dark with more than 30 levels of XP. If he overstays his welcome in any DD biome, but especially in an Ancient City, the possession he'll undergo by this Deity will make Ender King's possession of him look like NOTHING.

Little does he know, his little recent escapade down there, and those souvenirs he took back with him, like his "doorbell," are, in a way, similar to the backpack Ender King gave him on Quesadilla Island. :)

Appearance-wise, the deity is feminine in body shape even if they're genderless, with long silky hair that looks like sculk. They have milky white eyes, sharp teeth, and everything about them is long and spindly. Their height, their limbs, their fingers. I'm not sure what they wear but it's long and flowy, also looking like sculk.

Idk if you've seen Owenjuice's New Life Series but when he's the Warden origin or whatever it is? This Deity can navigate through sculk like that, swimming in, out, and through it. Here's a timestamp of one of Owen's videos so you can see what I mean. They're always watching. So long as you can see sculk, the Deity can see you. :)

[twopoppies]

I don't particularly care but it is a bit of a curiosity why Billboard didn't include Harry in their greatest popstars of the 21st century list. I feel like they've been up his arse in previous times so I wonder what happened.

That is interesting. Taylor is number two. I'm sure they'll put Beyoncé at number one. One Direction is there at 22. Maybe they felt that was enough? Or that he hadn't been among "the greatest" for long enough as a solo act? Not sure it means anything. But it's worth kepping an eye on.

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Here's the article on One Direction which is actually really interesting to read and includes some tidbits like:

As the boys spent more time together, their roles became clearer: Liam Payne, with his standout audition, would be the leader; Louis Tomlinson’s charm would make him the lovable prankster; Niall Horan, the humble boy from Ireland, would be the down-to-earth sweetheart; Zayn Malik, reserved with undeniably striking looks, would be the mysterious one; and Harry Styles, with his curly locks, dimples and wide smile, would be the heartthrob. Together, they were 1D, and they would take over the world. [...]

A new online community, “stan Twitter,” rallied around the group, and their superfans, called “Directioners,” helped their idols achieve astronomical mainstream success, changing fan-to-fan communication and fan-to-artist relationships forever.

[...] Watching five young men come together like brothers to live out their dreams was inspiring, and their camaraderie warmed the hearts of millions. The fans treasured the group’s relationships so deeply that they declared allegiance to every possible combination of inter-band dynamics, including “Narry,” “LiLo” and “Ziam.”

LOL! I love that they left out Larry 🙄

[...]

it was Beatlemania for the 2010s, powered by fans who were online 24/7, 365 days a year and watching the quintet’s every move — sometimes going as far as hacking security cameras in elevators and airports just to catch a glimpse of their favorite band. 

[...]

The quintet’s greatest contribution, though, was how it changed the blueprint for pop superstardom. While there is no exact formula for fame and success, the Directioners created and normalized a more intense version of “stan” culture than ever before: one that shows devotion through chronic online activity and community building all day, every day, which has shaped entire industries like K-pop. And even though One Direction only lasted five years as a group, the impact of its discography — ranging from enduring smashes to beloved deep cuts — continues to shape a generation of pop connoisseurs and hold a particularly special place in the hearts of millennials and Gen Z’ers everywhere.

[katsmtmsdoodles]

I swear, if Sword & Shield doesn't end like this, I'm gonna crash out-

(ignore Lloyd's hand. I accidentally broke it. Oops, more trauma for him, ig 🤷‍♀️)

jk, but the RBG siblings deserve a happy ending. They've been absolutely going through it this entire fic, esp Kai 😭

Anyways, I do have some questions: - I saw in the tags for ITE that Nya eventually becomes super close with Lloyd like Kai. Is that still on track for happening (please, I will give you my soul for RGB to happen)? - Also, in earlier posts, since you've mentioned the element of technology, is Sora canon in this world (not that I expect her to show up, but does she exist)? - If Sora exists, then I'm assuming Imperium exists as well. I'm a bit confused because Noble says, "[...] second highest political seat in the seven realms." Is Imperium one of these 7 realms, or are there still 16? Or did Garmadon conquer 7 realms of the 16? - Do all the realms have a time dilation with each other like the First Realm and Ninjago? - What are Skylor and Ash's opinions on Lloyd and what are his opinions on them? Do they think he's a spoiled brat like Morro? Is that the general public (Ninjago city) opinion of him? - Since Zane isn't a human but he still has an elemental power, does he have qi? How does that work (unless, it's a spoiler, ofc)? Does Pixal have qi too? - When Misako and Wu had the meeting with the ninja, they were all pretty much uncomfortable with the idea of killing Lloyd since he's a kid. However, after they "kill" Garmadon, they mark Lloyd wanted alive or dead, like with Kai. Were they really willing for Lloyd to be killed off like that? Even Misako and Wu? - Will Karloff appear (since he's an elemental master, and all)?

I'm sorry for asking so much- I'm just so curious (this has become my latest hyperfixation 😭)

Aw your art is so cute!! How idealistic of you 😀 lmao "more trauma for him" lol can I use that

This is THE "RGB go through it" fic 😭😭

I'll see what I can do for you bro

- no spoilers

- no SPOILERS

- brotha. I don't know what Imperium is. I haven't seen DR -_- everything I know about the new elementals is from reels and fandom haha

- All the Realms would have weird time differences

- Ninjago City citizens are pretty unfamiliar with Lloyd because he was kept a secret for so long, and even after he was outed, he didn't appear to the public often. Most people probably just see him as a rich kid.

Skylor disagrees with Kai's over protectiveness and thinks Lloyd is weak because of it. She doesn't respect him and she's a bit bitter that HE gets to be sheltered from the world when his dad is the center of all evil. But she still knows he's an innocent kid and would protect him because it's important to Kai.

Ash is pretty neutral to Lloyd, they haven't had a lot of interactions. Kai is very, very picky about people who get to be around Lloyd, it was Ash's first time meeting him in ITE when Kai asked him to watch him.

- Zane has qi because he has a soul. Pixal does, too.

- The ninja do not necessarily have authority in the rebellion because they are a separate entity, they're more like respected advisors and spokespeople. The "Dead or Alive" things would have been a decision of the council, not the ninja or an individual member, like Misako. But majority of the ninja found it more important to remove the threat, regardless of the morality, because of the circumstances. I will say that Cole most definitely argued against it the most.

- NO SPOILERS BLUE J 🙄

Don't apologize, I think it's fun to answer asks like these!

I hope you continue to have fun with the series!! <3

[bluetortoist]

Showing off another Batman OC. This time, its my own Alice. I know. So original 🙄 but I can't help myself. She's a very accomplished chemist who crossed paths with Mad Hatter and later on became his lover.

(More info of her down below! History kind of dubious, be warned)

Name: Alice (real name: Eleanor Carole)

Nickname: Alias "Dear Alice"

Age: 30

Gender: Cis Female

Identifies: Demisexual

Race: Human

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Birth town: Lansing, Michigan

Current Living: Gotham City

Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral-Lawful Evil

Powers/Abilites:

• Being a chemist, she has experimented and perfected two different formulas to mutate one's body to grow bigger or smaller. They can be ingested as is, or injected/mixed in with various ingredients. She uses this as both a defense (Bigger) and stealth (Smaller) strategy. However, she can't use it too much or else has negative effects on the body.

• She has a few versions of long armed, Horse's Hammer formed in the shape of a pink flamingo, one heavy, the other light; It, no doubt, causes pretty hefty damage.

• Even though she has become more physically strong since working with Tetch, she still only knows basic self defense and fist-fight combat, but has always (and always will), kept a knife on her body since moving to Gotham.

History: Eleanor was born into a family of domestic abuse but doesn't remember too much from that time other than that they were clearly unhappy together. Luckily, she didnt get to experience that environment for long because both her parents died in a car accident when she was 4. She was sent to live in an orphanage until she was 10 and was adopted to a family of doctors and physicians. It was through them she found her interest/obsession with chemistry. Even though they try, Eleanor rarely get to see both her parents at the same time since both had conflicting work schedules at the time, and spent a good chunk of her school years making and losing friends and putting more effort in her hobbies. This was about the time (10-13) her emotional detachment problems for people started to develop. Graduated top of her class with her Chemist degree, no friends, but got a boyfriend in a one-sided relationship. They started living together once they moved to Gotham. Got a job at a chemical reasearch facility that was a branch of Wayne Labs, but wasnt that well liked; was considered a "cold genius" among other coworkers. Decided to go see a therapist to help with herself as well (much to her boyfriends chagrin). Both those took all of her time that it was putting a strain on her relationship with her boyfriend. Somewhere around this time was when she was feeling at her lowest and also when she met Jervis and soon became friends (whom she already knew was the Mad Hatter). She begun seeing him a lot more after venting her personal and emotional troubles to him (quite literally saying that she wishes she was born as someone else) and he suggests his own kind of hypnosis therapy to help bring feelings up to the surface, all while conditioning her into a version of Alice. She consented to this kind of therapy, desperate to feeling anything like any sort of person at this point. (Basically: delusional man teaches girl how to manifest a new persona to actively dissociate 💀). This continues on and eventually (and quickly) start to form a relationship. The boyfriend, already pissed enough, already suspects she is seeing someone else. Confronts her one night about it, says hes kicking her out and almost turns into a fight, but she manages to beat him unconscious in self defense. In a panic, she runs right back to Jervis, and he offers to let her stay. He goes out and kills the boyfriend himself before finding out the boyfriend had made a report on her to the police. She stays in hiding for a couple of weeks afterwards. In that time, she and her Alice persona has become one in the same and doesn't even remember her old name anymore and only small bits of her early life. Alice finally felt like a person, regardless of whether those feelings were in the right place or not. They were at least real and her own now, Jervis/Hatter was real, and she can finally say, without faking, that she loves both of them for it. It wasn't until later on in the future that Hatter and her got involved in a criminal incident that she decided that she would need to protect herself and her precious Hatter (much to his dismay, not wanting her to get involved at all, but was pushed to believing its for the best). She started learning how to use weapons and self defense and creating more of her own chemical formulas inspired by Alice in Wonderland. She eventually started gaining a name for herself as Hatter's lover, right hand, and mad genius chemist, "Dear Alice"

Notes/Quirks:

• She has two snaggletooth upper-canines and a small birthmark on her upper right cheek.

• She used to have a therapist she would go to to help with her apathy and general difficulty with forming attachments with other people, due to some emotional damage back in childhood.

• She used to volunteer to read to children at her local bookstore. It was something for the community that her therapist encouraged her to do to help interact with other people. It was the one thing she missed before going to crime.

• She has never read a lot of classic children's books as a child, including Alice in Wonderland until it was suggested to her for her next book reading. Thus, how she will soon meet Jervis Tetch.

[natalgenic-culture-is]

Eresian-heavy system culture is different carriers having different feelings toward being pregnant and we're able to collect the data and find the common traits.

[Putting a cut because this is long -- David B.]

Avery noticed that at one point in time the stats were gendered. The women who had carried, Rosalie and Joey C, both hated it. The men who carried, Terry A. and Avery himself, both love it, despite being worried they would be dysphoric before trying. And Andromeda, non-binary transfemme [all 5 male in source and formed male in sys though that's also unrelated] doesn't specifically love it but also has no issue and carried all 4 of their eresians.

Avery knew that gender wasn't actually the Reason, but at the time that's what the data showed. There's also Raine, who has 12 eresians and was the first to ever have any, but all of xyr kids were conceived, carried, born and raised away from front so obviously xe isn't opposed but we don't know if xe specifically enjoys it.

And this data has since changed. Eowyn, unaligned, loved it. Amber V, a woman, also loved it. Spencer, a trans man, was incredibly dysphoric for the small amount of time he had to switch back so we could do our fucked up uterus transplant surrogacy [we don't have like, IVF, but we do have magic gore powers so, yippee].

Gender is definitely not the thing, although Terry A. and Avery thought they'd not like it because they're men, and Joey C. thought shx'd get euphoria from it as a womxn. I think Andromeda was maybe thinking it would give faer euphoria but also probably was more focused on not knowing how long it would be or if it would be painful/uncomfortable etc. since vae're the first to have gone through it in front.

Anyway, I noticed that the actual root of the dysphoria has nothing to do with bioessentialist gender norms [thanks gender OCD for even considering it 🙄], but rather body type. It's not gender phoria, it's baby bump phoria.

Rosalie and Joey C. are both specifically skinny and felt dysphoric about not being skinny. Terry A. and Avery are both fat and love it and it's important to them [bears] and the baby bump just amplified it. Ever seen a baby bump with a happy trail? It's hot as fuck. Amber's also chubby and it's important to her and she loved the baby bump. Andromeda and Eowyn are both skinny but it's not as important to them as Rosalie and Joey C. and also they enjoyed being pregnant outside of the baby bump anyway.

This has continued to hold up since I realised it and continues to be referenced when considering getting pregnant. I know I don't wanna be pregnant not because I might have bottom dysphoria for 3 days but because being toned and muscular is a very important part of my body and my expression and my gender and it's all connected so you take away something important about one's appearance and they'll start to deteriorate and by day 3 Rosalie is sobbing while we're at Chili's because she doesn't know what's wrong with her. so.

Shout out to the ones who enjoy it o7

-- Trick (he/it/xy)

[im-out-of-it]

part 4 of season 3, episode 2 of “the powers that be” continued

33. black and white of Alec protecting madzie IS THIS NOT THE CUTEST FUCKING THING????? Madzie has three badass people looking out for her and I love that

34. LOOK AT ALECS PROTECTIVENESS COME OUT

35. Malec hating Lorenzo

36. LOOK AT THAT HAIR

37. Alec supporting Magnus through the trial of having to endure Lorenzo

38. Alec when Magnus mocks the law is hard: 😊 Alec when Lorenzo mocks the law is hard: 🙄

39. I know I’m doing so much of these but it’s a big stepping stone from Magnus being in power to someone who wants to see Magnus fail. and Lorenzo isn’t just rude to Magnus. he doesn’t treat Alec as the head of the New York institute and doesn’t give Alec the respect he’s earned. just one second around lorenzo and alec sees the type of person Lorenzo is

Alec: how dare you disrespect my man

40. adding these black and white alec is not amused

41. I do think that in this quick moment that Alec has made a few assumptions and maybe conclusions. he knows that Magnus hates this man. he sees this new high warlock firstly call Alec Magnus’s “friend” and not show him any respect whatsoever. Alec knows he’s going to have trouble with Lorenzo and he will hate every second of it

42. but also Lorenzo doesn’t do a good job at trying to be fair. he cuts Alec off when Alec introduces himself and he spends most of the season undermining Alec. Alec is head of the institute and you may not like Magnus but you will learn to respect what Alec can do

43. and and and it’s not easy for Alec to be around someone who makes his boyfriend rage and feel uncomfortable around. Magnus lost his dream job and Lorenzo is here basically shoving that in Magnus’s presence (maybe it’s just me)

stopping at 44 for the next one

[irelands-coffin-club]

LGBTQ+ and Vampires Pt. 1

Hello Loves ♡,

I think to delve into the topic of Queer Vamps the best place to start would be the beginning. Although technically the original vampire to start it all was Carmilla, one of the earliest recorded vampires in European history. She was a female vampire who preyed on other women, corrupting and feeding on them. I mean honestly what could be scarier than a woman tainting other young women (So scary 🙄). Then again this is what scared people of the time, a women who was powerful, dangerous, and unabashedly sexual in nature.

The story of Carmilla is what inspired Brahm Stoker, a closeted gay man at the time and friend of Oscar Wilde, to write Dracula one of if not the most titular Vampires in history. "[Stoker] began writing Dracula one month after Wilde was convicted of sodomy and sentenced to hard labor. In a nod to Wilde, he used the idiom of Oscar Wilde’s letters to Lord Alfred Douglas in his “Dracula.” (Vampires: The Adapting Face of Social Commentary) Dracula in Stokers novel embodied everything society feared at the time, human sexuality, lust, and desire, and anyone who wasn't straight, white, and Christian. There are scenes within the book where Jonathan Harker is at the mercy of the Count and his brides and the undertones are inherently queer. "I was conscious of the presence of the Count, and of his being as if lapped in a storm of fury…In a voice which, though low and almost in a whisper seemed to cut through the air and then ring in the room he said, “How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you’ll have to deal with me.”" (Brahm Stokers Dracula Ch. 3 Pg. 9). The line "This man belongs to me" is what sticks out, claiming him and wanting to keep him for himself. I mean what is more romantic than consuming another's life force to fuel your own. Although the book mostly focuses on Dracula's obsession with Mina there are scenes where you cannot deny there are queer undertones.

I think this is a good stopping point for now but I will continue this topic more in depth later, as the further we get into the modern day the more we see a more clear representation of queer vampires and how they intertwine. I especially want to discuss Anne Rice's Novels and the Interview with a vampire movie and show. I hope everyone reading this has a fangtastic day and will come back to read my next post.

-Ireland 🥀🦇

[au-mashup-party]

Okay so a lot of people have been asking me “Who’s the purple skeleton”? “What are his intentions”? “Is he a villain”? Well I decided to summon it all up in one master post!

Who is the purple skeleton? Simple, his name is Emperor Xirus Corrupto, or just Xirus is fine. He is one of the higher ranked gods of Hacker’s old AU, and one of the strongest. His purpose? Nobody knows!

What does he look like? Easy!

He’s a black skeleton with a glitchy appearance and a corrupted stature. His eyes are blueish-purple and resembles that of a glitchy TV screen. He wears a dark gray and purple coat with a fury purple hood and fur surrounding the sides. He wears a purple royal gown under it with the family’s royal symbol sued on in the middle. The weird purple symbol line thing on the side of his coat represent the higher status, his teeth are the same color as his eyes as well as his nonexistent nose. He wears a violet faded purple cape on his back, which was a present from his father before his overthrow.

Now we’re gonna talk about what he can do and what his personality is:

He has the power to corrupt anyone just by touching them, or if they touch him by default, no matter if the person may be strong or weak, powerful or powerless, nothing can get past his control, and if it can, he’ll find a way around it.

When someone is corrupted, it takes about a 30 seconds before the task is complete. If the person who is being corrupted, excepts their fate, the corruption will happen 10 times faster, causing it to be way less painful.

If he sees something he likes, he will take it without hesitation. that, or he will send one of his subordinates out to take it. If the subordinate fails at a task, they will be punished, but not killed.

He doesn’t exactly kill anyone, he believes he has no need to. He believes all AUs deserve a chance of being useful.

He doesn’t technically need to fight anyone, he gives the victim 5 chances to defend themselves, and if they fail, he will simply approach them, and tap them on the forehead.

He loves a good show, he would often spy on AU’s or just meddle with them for fun, by simply disguising himself as someone else and then corrupting people that way.

He’s generous when he wants to be, but don’t be mistaken, he sees through your manipulation, as if you were a transparent book of lies.

Being emperor to him is just like any other job, all those who challenges authority will be corrupted, end of story. He doesn’t have to get angry or frustrated.

When in his presence it’s best that you bowand refer to him as “my lord” or “emperor xirus”, make him happy and you will be spared.

 He has his tiny moments of being an adorable piece of crap, and he isn’t afraid to admit it.

“I bet he’s not even that strong like the other famous sanses, he’s just another cringey glitchy sans”. 🙄

EHH!! Wrong!!!

Side note: Looks can be deceiving sometimes, and just because it’s not worldwide famous like other powerful sanses,it doesn’t mean that he lacks the potential to be included as well. It is not a competition to see which Sans in the multiverse is the best after all, it’s all in good fun and for plot purposes only. Have your own opinion but don’t judge others because of their own. Thank you for your time. Now please continue with the next fact.

This place is known as the Corruption Haven, we’re all the AU’s and souls of “the foolish ones” as he calls it, are corrupted and left in the void of endless despair to serve him for eternity, no one can escape this place, only he has the power to free you.

Below that is The River of Despair, the only way to get across is by talking to the Royal Guardian of The Haven, you’ll need to pay one Corrupto Coin to get across without falling in.

Things you need to know when sending him questions:

He likes to be referred to as: Emperor, or his Royal highness, or my league.

He accepts gifts and food, I recommend bringing burritos, he loves them for some reason.

You can say hi, just don’t get too close to him, or don’t let him get too close to you, he’s unpredictable when he carries the same expression all the time

If he can’t answer a question, his subjects will do it for him.

OK that’s all gotta go Byeeee!

Update: Some of the information here is outdated because I made a few changes to his character as well as the story.

[imhereformr]

S1 E26 The Phoenix Revealed

Codatorta only Helps Griffin stand. Even he knows she's the superior heasmistress

Helia's stings just electrocuted those monsters... What? Since when could they do that?

Aisha doesn't want to leave her girlfriend but Flora's all like you've fought Darkar before (and ended up unconscious in a river but ok)

How convenient that they've got copies of the codex

Brandon asking if Helia taught Flora the paper crane thing

Stella casually solving the puzzle cause the colours were off 😂😂😂😂

Lord Dork-ar 😂😂😂 oh it's so bad 😂😂😂😂

Why did he knock everyone except Musa and Flora to the ground 🤨

Codatorta is so delusional. I love him.

ThEy MiGhT nEeD oUr HeLp. Shut up Faragonda.

BRB TELLING MY BOYFRIEND HE DOESN'T LOVE ME UNLESS HE'S WILLING TO DIE FOR ME

I love the combined Trix. There's something so satisfying about the design.

Musa is paying zero attention to anything other than Riven (as she should be). When everyone else talks about the Trix helping them she's gonna be so confused

But also how did Riven break Darkar's spell? Was it love? Magic? A plot hole?

Here comes Prince Charming to save Bloom 🤢🤮

I agree with Darkar. Sky is pathetic.

I love Dark Bloom's makeup

THEYRESOFUCKINGCUTEEEEEEE

Okay there's literally 2 of the most powerful women in the dimension standing there but sure let's let fucking teenagers save the dimension. I love Griffin, but ffs.

Oh the trix are conscious again

And they've been abandoned in a collapsing underworld

Mirta and Lucy 🥰🥰🥰

Aisha admits that she never would've made it through season 2 without Musa in particular but they're still trying to convince us that Flora is her bestie

Codatorta got a massive ego boost from "beating" that monster so he's decided to challenge Knut. That's the most continuity this show has ever had 😂😂😂

Oh but he actually beats Knut. Good for you Codatorta 🎉

MUSA'S S SMILE. RIVEN'S BLUSHING. HIS UNCERTAIN DANCE STEPS THAT HE'S DOING FOR HER. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE?!!?!?!???!!!

I know that it's never shown, but I want to imagine they have like a whispered confession while they were dancing that results in a lot more smiles and a lot more blushing (on Riven's end in particular)

Tune ruins it by not meaning to be rude but absolutely bring rude. She's one of those people that say no offence and then proceed to say something outrageously offensive

Why does Sky force his way between those guys' hips? 🤨 People on the right have got the right expression 😠

GUEST OF HONOUR? WHY IS BLOOM THE GUEST OF HONOUR? FOR GETTING KIDNAPPED??? GOOD JOB BLOOM 👏🏻👏🏻 I mean honestly 🙄🙄

Oh look Bloom and Sky's apparent actual first kiss

HAHAHAHHA BLOOM LOOKS SO ANNOYED THAT TIMMY'S CALLING THEM FOR PICTURES

HE'S GOT HIS ARM AROUND HER WAIST 😍🥰😍🥰😍😍😍🥰

I love Aisha and Riven's surprised face when she gets between him and Musa, but also I hate Aisha for depriving us of a picture where they look as couply as this

Side note: what's with the way Rivens standing? And what the fuck is Brandon's pose? And what happened to the rest of Helia's hair???

Also how DARE Brandon step in front of Stella so that you can't even see her outfit???

Riven: wha...? He's so cute 😂🥰