#cus i've been fooled...

[yenich]

the boy's got real trust issues 'cause of these too

i mean who wouldn't...

was there actuslly smth on his back? did twins put smth?? who knows!!!

[violettierre]

The last few days of Ramadan are often the most difficult of the whole month for me, but hey! in the bright side i managed to convince my new boss to give me an entire week off for Eid (my former boss usually give me 3-4 days maximum), at least i can enjoy my holiday and the rest of the week quietly :D

[bbydoll18xx]

I'll Be Your Temporary Fix (Pt 4)

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 based on this request:

Could you do a Paige x media team reader. Where Paige and reader are fake dating because Azzi is uncomfortable with the fans shipping her and Paige. Reader does it cus she owes Paige a favor (you can make something up).

Heyyy y'all I've lowkey been MIA (ya girl has been depressed lol) but here is part 4

Also Paige is so hot i wanna light myself on fire

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: hella fluff

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You had held up your end of the bargain, quite swimmingly. Paige had effectively turned you into a simpering fool, and she loved it. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t. 

Long gone were the days of running from your feelings. Paige had you tumbling head over heels, and you wanted to confess to the whole world. It was as if she had tattooed her name on your heart. 

With fake dating being no more, there was still an air of hesitation around what the two of you actually were. You were trying to avoid obsessing over the label, but it ate at you. There were so many unknowns, and you were never one to just come out with what you were actually feeling. 

Since becoming Paige’s friend, you had always relied on her to take the reigns, while you took an emotional backseat. It was just the way the dynamic was between you two.

But now Paige had been scarily quiet on what she wanted from you. 

The two of you had spent an absurd amount of time kissing since you had run back into her arms with ample apologies. Soft kisses in the morning, bathing in the glow of the sunshine of a new day. Rushed kisses in between classes in passings. Passionate, bruising kisses in the heat of the moment after Paige basks in the glory of winning yet another game. 

You were drunk on Paige’s mouth, but the inebriation was not enough to distract from the incessant questions your mind whispered at each waking moment.

So before your anxieties could overtake you once more, you had decided that you would ask Paige out on a proper date.

And so you did.

Taking a deep breath, you walk inside Paige’s apartment. It was now a familiar environment, and the homey atmosphere calms your beating heart. ‘It’s just Paige,’ your brain soothes your sympathetic nervous system, as it tries to go into overdrive. Fighting against your instincts to flee, you stroll into Paige’s bedroom with a soft smile on your face.

The tall girl had fallen asleep, and she was curled up in purple bed sheets looking as angelic as ever. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, and her plush bottom lip was jutting out in a precious pout that reminded you of a childs. You wanted to remember this forever. 

You tentatively sit on the edge of the bed, placing a small hand on Paige’s cheek, feeling the warm, soft skin. Your touch rouses her from her slumbers, and Paige gives you a sleepy grin as she realizes it’s you.

“Hi, baby,” she mumbles, voice husky with sleep. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you tease softly. “Did ya get bored waiting for me?”

Paige just chuckles, and your belly flips at the familiar sound.

“Doyoumaybewannagoonadatewithme…? you spill out, practically babbling in a desperate effort to just get it all out before you lose your courage.  

Your rapid wording flies over Paige’s still drowsy head, and she responds with a bewildered, “Huh?”

You swallow your pride once more, and with a deep breath you repeat yourself, much slower this time. “Do you want to go on a date? With me?”

Paige’s blue eyes widen, and her tongue darts out of her mouth to run across that fucking bottom lip again, and she nods. A grin is spreading across her face, and the swarm of butterflies that were assaulting your stomach a few seconds ago have flown away, leaving a wave of calm to wash over you. 

Trying to figure out where to take Paige was a whole other issue that had crept up on you. You were not used to having much control when it came to planning dates, and it had to be fucking perfect. You wanted to avoid the typical dinner and a movie routine; that was boring. Other activities would be difficult with Paige’s popularity, and you needed to evade the hoards of her adoring fans. 

You finally decide to take her go-karting. It was perfect. It appealed to her competitive edge, and it was super fun. You packed a bunch of her favorite snacks, and you were all set. 

Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, you knock on Paige’s door to pick her up. The nerves threaten to make you turn on your heels and flee once more, but you resist. Paige opens the door with a cheesy smile that causes a visceral reaction from you. She would never not make you feel a million things all at once. She looked you up and down, a flirty expression on that beautiful fucking face of hers. 

“Lookin’ good, babe,” she murmurs, and your face heats up at the compliment. 

“You look gorgeous, P,” you declare in response, thus eliciting a similar flush that has you smirking in pride. Pulling a blush out of Paige Bueckers was always an accomplishment. 

You take her hand in yours and lead her to your car, and you allow her to connect to the aux. She looks at you in surprise. “You never let me listen to my music in your car.” 

“It’s your lucky day,” you tease with a small laugh. “I can go without Taylor Swift for a bit; this day is about you.” Paige beams, and your decision makes it all worth it.

You would kill someone just to keep that pretty smile on her face. 

You drive to the go-kart track with your right hand intertwined with Paige’s, and it was your turn to rub small circles on the back of hers. The domesticity of everything was bringing you much hope that this would all turn into more. Now that you had a taste of what it was like to belong to Paige, you knew it would be nearly impossible to give it up without a brutal fight. 

As you arrive, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Paige’s loud gasp as she realizes what the two of you would be doing this afternoon. 

“Go-karting? Babe. I’m gonna kick your ass!” 

Her taunting just makes you laugh, and you shake your head fondly as she gets out of the car and bounds toward the door, dragging you along in faux impatience. 

The building is void of the usual busy crowd, and Paige notices the lack of people quickly. Seeing the confusion wash over her face, you explain that you pulled a few strings using your media manager status in order to have a little privacy. Paige says nothing. Instead, she pulls you in by the waist to press her lips against yours in an appreciative kiss, and you know this was the right call. You chase her lips and subconsciously go up on your tiptoes in an effort to get even closer.

The moment is interrupted as the manager of the facility walks over to where the two of you were standing, and introduces herself. She explains that you would have the place to yourselves for the next four hours, and she goes over how to work the go-karts. 

By the time the manager leaves, giving you and Paige the privacy you had wanted since arriving, Paige is bouncing on her heels in pure, child-like excitement that makes you equally as giddy. 

She bounds over to a brightly-colored purple go-kart, claiming loudly that it belonged to her, as you seat yourself in a green one. You watch her as she pulls the harness across her chest and tightens it, her tongue peeking out once more in concentration.

She was so endearing, and the feelings you were having had grown tenfold since she had originally asked you to pretend to date her just a few weeks prior. You weren’t sure if you would survive actually dating her. Just the thought made your heart feel as if it could explode at any moment. 

Your daydream is cut short by Paige who is now attempting to trash-talk you. However, her insults were hardly so, as she was having a similar issue with handling her affections for you, as well. 

“Mkay, I’ll believe it when I see it,” is all you get out before Paige is speeding away with a loud squeal and a cloud of gasoline. You barely mutter out a “fuck” before slamming your foot on the gas in a feeble attempt to catch up.

No such luck. 

Paige actually was incredible at go-karting, and her smugness had no limit. 

She walked out several hours later, one hand around yours once more and the other raised in the air, pumping her fist victoriously for the millionth time.

If it was literally anyone else, you would have felt mildly annoyed at her antics, but your fondness overtook any other possible emotions in your little love-drunk brain. 

As you climb back inside your car to head back to Paige’s, you allow yourself to study the features of the blonde, and you’re ecstatic to see the similar looks of happiness on her face. You had been counting on this day being a success. 

“I had a really fun time today. Thank you for doin’ all this for me,” Paige whispers sincerely with a flush of pink overtaking her pale skin. 

“I’d do anything for you, P,” you respond, struggling to maintain eye contact with your sudden candor. “I just don’t know where your head has been, but I’d like to be more than friends. And more than just friends who pretend to date to help their other friend,” you add with a quiet laugh.

The sheer absurdity of the situation was finally settling in. And you were hoping to be able to reap some long-term benefits of having to pretend to date Paige.

Paige places a hand on your face, cupping your cheek delicately and forcing you to gaze deep into those blue eyes. “Course I wanna be more,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from the combination of the emotions and the amount of yelling she had done earlier. “You’ve been my girl since that day in the gym when you agreed to fake date me. Now it’s just official.”

“Good,” you reply, a smug smirk engulfing your expression, and before you can say anything else, Paige is pulling you into another searing kiss.

“What are we gonna tell the team?” you ask between kisses, puffs of air leaving your swollen mouth every few seconds.

Paige shrugs. “They’ve been wanting me to try and get together with you for years. Now that I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it, I feel like Azzi made up the whole thing just so I would kiss you…” she trails off, a look of realization flitting across her face. 

A giggle escapes from your throat at the determination of Azzi Fudd to get the two of you together. And boy, were you grateful for the little scheme.

thanks so much for reading. i love you all :)

[knight-of-flowerss]

FRAT BRO??? omg my mouth is watering already at the thought of (hopefully slightly scummy) frat bro cregan 🤤🤤

YESSSSSSIIIIIRRRRR you can either get scummy frat Cregan or sweet frat Cregan. LADIES IM SORRY BUT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH NICETIES FOR CREGAN WE NEED A SCUMBAG! A PROPER ONE!

Note: This is lowkey SO bad but I have an excuse since I've been in hospital and shit BUT I'm posting this cus I need something out, I want to write more for scummy frat Cregan cus UGHHHHHH!!!

MDNI 18+!!!

MASTERLIST

🍺•Frat!Cregan is a strange breed.. while others went to college for an education and maybe to gain a bit of lore to tell their kids in the near future, Cregan went to drink everyday and fuck pussy.

🍺•Luckily, Frat!Cregan got a scholarship for his hockey. He didn't have to do much to impress others. Cregan just flexed his muscles and flashed a smirk and he had everyone fooled.

🍺•Well.. not everyone.

🍺•See, Frat!Cregan had one weakness. Nerds.

🍺•He'd never tell anyone, but he got off to anything to do with geeky bitches. He didn't like big business porn that just stuck glasses on a pornstar and played her off as a nerd. No. He liked the real thing.

🍺•There'd been times where he'd purposefully lingered around the library and fisted himself under the table just to the sight of girls doing anything that wasn't just partying and having their tits out 24/7.

🍺•He didn't care if they were ugly or not, if there was anyone that peaked his interest, you bet that he's came to the thought.

🍺•Frat!Cregan swore it was a gift from the gods when he met you. You were Baela's friend from her lectures that she had invited out. She was the only girl and having to sit with her boyfriend, Jacearys, and his pervy best friend, Cregan. (Baela 100% doesn't like Frat!Cregan)

🍺•So she may or may not have invited you along so she didn't have to be near him, but she had no clue that it was actually doing Cregan a favour rather than making him annoyed.

🍺•You weren't really that excited but you owed Baela for the answers last week so you had sucked it up. Both you and Baela believed that Cregan wouldn't even look at you since you were.. well.. you. A nerd. A geek. A weirdo.

🍺•Well, obviously you had both miscalculated.

🍺•Cregan couldn't keep his grubby paws off of you. Every single thought in his head was consumed by you, wanting to fuck you silly right there in the cinema.

🍺•His hands lingered near you for far too long, his eyes never tore from you and his mouth ran with the dirtiest comments, whispering them huskily in your ear.

🍺•Eventually, it was over and you didn't see Cregan for about three weeks. Thank fucking god. But then Baela dragged you back into the situation.

🍺•A party. A fucking party. She didn't want to go alone apparently, so she dragged you. Yip-fucking-ee.

🍺•And of course, Cregan found you again. Whispering things in your ear once more and instead, letting his hands grasp whatever part of your body he could reach.

🍺•After forcing mixtures of alcohol down your throat, he had you cornered, fingers plunged deep inside your core.

🍺•Cregan swears it's the best thing he's ever done in his life. His fingers manoeuvring into your underwear, past your pubic hair that you refused to shave because 'it's winter and you're not trying to impress anyone', and into your heat, curling slightly as he gets knuckle deep.

🍺•Yeah, it was scummy getting you drunk just to finger fuck you into oblivion practically in front of an audience, but Frat!Cregan couldn't give a single shit. In his eyes, this was for his pleasure, not yours, even though you were the one getting fingered.

🍺•Frat!Cregan who pulls his fingers out of you and makes you suck then while he tells you how he's gonna fuck you silly later.

🍺•Frat!Cregan who eventually gets your number and essentially blackmails you with pictures you never knew he took at the party, eyes rolled back and all.

🍺•He uses those pictures to get more out of you, literally having a folder on his phone named 'wank bank' and it's all pictures and videos of you. Innocents and dirty. Ones he's took and ones you've sent him.

🍺•Also, Frat!Cregan would 100% storm into your dorm on your study nights and fuck you silly on top of your notes, some getting drenched in his cum, making you have to start all over again while he watches you in the corner, hand in his pants. I meant what I said that he'll touch himself to anything as long as it's a nerdy chick.

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[the-aprilfools-bitch]

Woagh

Do you people want my ao3?

Even if it's only bad myct fics? (Based on the real peoples characters Characters only, I feel bleh writing real people)

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[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Quitting Weed Day 9 Status Report 📝

to start off , i'll say, i do indeed feel like Ass ! this post might get a tad emo. regretting my life choices to smoke for as long as i have 😕 But then again, maybe that's harsh, cus i was just doing the best i could with the circumstances i been dealt in the past.

i couldnt just quit cold turkey cus every time i try that its way too intense and i alwaus end up going back. So the past 9 days i've been hitting my (extremely weak) weed cart a couple times a night, only after 9pm, just to help me sleep. Before that i was smoking probly like. 5-8 bowls a day, followed by hitting the weed pen RELENTLESSLY all night until i passed out. So its still been a huge change lol. From tonight onwards tho i'm done w the weed pen and ready to try 0 thc 🙏

kind friend @palmceader sent me a CBD tincture made for sleep (thanku again 🥹) which im sure has a TINY percentage of thc, but nothing even close to how much im used to.

i cant even imagine how fried my dopamine receptors are, cus honestly, i feel Fucked. spaced out is an understatement. i cant focus on anything and its kinda driving me insane. it feels impossible to read or draw or do any of my hobbies.. my body feels heavy and depressed. No motivation. its kinda the opposite of what i was expecting. i can barely keep my eyes open during the day..

on a brighter note i havent been struggling too much with sleep or appetite. i think sleepy time tea + the tincture + magnesium is rly helping. my dreams recall is already improving so much, and the times i have nightmares arent as bad as its been previous times i tried to quit. i havent rly struggled with cravings at all either, which used to be a huge obstacle for me ! im just so over it now. i was starting to get chest pains and coughing a lot, which was taking any joy out of the act of smoking for me.

morbid to say but I often think of my father and how his rampant addictions directly lead him to such a painful and horrific early death. its a rare perspective of imagery so disturbing , i know i can't go on in such a manner. Like, what a fucking fool i would be! For others i can understand it but for me, no. it has haunted me for a long time to know i'm letting myself go down that path, even with all my insistent self-justification that his death is what brought me to this in the first place. deep down ive been knowing i need to break the cycle like i have the choice and the power, im still alive im still here ..

Sorry if thats depressing to bring up! i do feel depressed tho. i cant use weed to hide from my pain anymore.. i have to rewire my whole ass method of coping with stress at age 30. i know i can do it but its gonnnna be a long winded process full of ups n downs. Running away is no longer an option and thats a lot to face! a lot of old wounds i never rly dealt with, cus i kept my head in the 💨clouds💨 for so long.

i promise not to give up this time tho no matter how hard it gets 🙏 i want to set a good example too like indunno a lot of younger ppl follow me now i dont wanna feed into narratives that may influence them in bad directions. i have a responsible heart. i rly dont think weed is cool i havent since i was like 16. i was just dependent on it so i tried to romanticisze its role in my life. its silly.

im kinda laughing now cus im like god, i initially felt like the reason im quitting is so i can be more active in my dream world, but the more i think about it the more i notice MANY many more reasons to quit that go way deeper.

All in all the reason im talking about it is to maybe inspire other ppl who have been on the verge of quitting but too afraid to rly take the plunge-- Ur not alone, ur not weak for being addicted, if u need to reach out to me u are more than welcome.

Ppl rly downplay weed addiction cus the withdrawals arent life threatening like other substances, but that doesnt mean its a walk in the park. Most ppl i know who are stoners have never been able to quit for similar reasons as me. It takes a major psychological hold over u. if u ever need to vent about it or need advice, im here!

if u read all of this, pls dont worry abt me xD Even if it feels miserable rn i have faith things will improve, the heaviness and brainfog will lift, the emotions will be purged, i am excited for my future. One day at a time....Dont giving up 🙏

Signed, PMD9

[yanderu-deredere]

THE SLASHER COUPLE IS SO GOOD 😍

Pretty please, if you feel like writing some for them, would love to read more about Emm tying Casimir to the autopsy table… or maybe them tying their darling to it 🤭

a/n: thank you so so much for the awesome ask! heehee, i've been wanting to write about this since i offhandedly mentioned it and im so glad there's someone else that wants to hear abt it too!

i decided to write for darling instead of cas becos i felt like there wasn't enough major yandere vibes on this blog so have this alternate ending to. will i ever write the canon ending? mayhaps

you can read this as a stand alone but it will refer to some stuff from the original series here! but! this is an alternate ending to that original series. i still have plans for how i want that to end heehee

warning: gender neutral reader but mentions of cock going into an entrance, major yandere vibes, non-con to dub-con, mentions of semi-descriptive gore, bondage? definitely bondage LOL, emm wears strap-on and it's referred to as her cock

word count: ill add this later cus im on mobile

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

You should've known something was wrong the moment the couple had treated you with such kindness, such sweetness.

It had been too good to be true and you were the fool that fell for it.

"Now, darl', you need'ta understand--"

"I don't need to understand anything." You snapped at her, body tense and ready to run as she faced you like one would face a feral animal "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? You mean those people that demeaned you and talked behind your back?" Casimir scoffed from beside Emm, his face both mocking and angry.

You had no clever retort to that but, still, you answered, your eyes darting from them to the door "I at least know that they wouldn't leave me here."

"You are definitely right about that, my love." Casimir sneered and it made you both flushed and nervous

You tried to put the puzzle pieces together. You couldn't find your friends or their things but the tire hadn't been fixed yet and you knew that they'd never leave you behind.

If they wouldn't leave you behind, what did that mean?

"You did something to them." The words left your mouth the exact moment the thought entered your brain.

From the way Emm's expressions shifted, you knew you were right.

You needed to get out of here.

Without hesitating, you ran for the door, legs fast and anxious thoughts even faster. It almost felt like you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

You managed to grab the door knob and open the door but, before you could slip out, someone slammed the door in front of you.

You cursed just as someone's arms wrapped around your torso.

You heard Casimir click his tongue and you looked up to see him shaking his head at you, his palm pressed against the door "Naughty, naughty. We can't have you doing that, now can we?"

Emm, on the other hand, sounded less haughty and more desperate "Please, please, darl', you gotta understand--"

"Oh, I understand alright!" You started struggling earnestly, kicking your feet and trying your best to pry Emm's arms away from you "I understand that this was a mistake!"

Emm's arms only seemed to tighten around you even more "Don' say that."

You wanted to spite her so you said it louder "This was a mistake!"

Casimir grabbed your face before you could say anything further, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned you to face him "You have a mouth on you, don't you, my love?"

Then, he glanced at Emm, knowing expression on his face "Perhaps we should teach our darling a little lesson, hmm?"

"You so do love teaching lessons, don't you, my wife?"

Emm didn't even answer; she just flipped you over, carrying you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you didn't even weigh a single ounce.

It had been sexy last night and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't sexy now but, instead of your heart fluttering, you felt like your stomach was tying itself in knots.

"Let me go!" You beat on Emm's back, kicking your legs in an attempt to maybe hit the side of her face. She held on fast, her grip on you not even faltering for a second.

"You'll like this, my love, I'm sure of it." Casimir followed the two of you, a certain skip in his step "I certainly do."

Just as he said that, Emm walked into a doorway and you frantically looked around, confused where the three of you were headed.

You tried to think. You were able to see out the door just as Casimir closed it and you guessed that this was the door under the stairs. Wasn't that a closet? Apparently not.

Your nose suddenly stung with the smell of chemical cleaner--bleach?--and the lights seemed dimmer than outside. Casimir saw your frantic glancing and simply threw you a smirk.

Before you could open your mouth to ask where you were, you were slammed onto something cold and hard. You could feel the icy surface even through your clothes.

You sat up in an attempt to get away. Just as you did, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was right next to you.

Your brain fizzled and your throat seized. You were caught between a gag and a dry heave. Immediately, you stopped struggling. Hell, not just you. It felt like the entire world stopped.

Your mind seemed to only swim with thought after thought, none of them lingering long enough for you to really dwell on it.

"Cas, I tol' ya' to clean up after y'rself." Emm grabbed your wrists and you couldn't find it in yourself to snatch them back.

Casimir simply shrugged and went somewhere else. Emm was so close to you, locking your wrists into something soft and furry, that you couldn't track where he went.

"Lay down, darl'." She placed her hand on your chest and pushed you down. You followed, eyes still glued on the still figure next to you.

It was Bran. You knew it was him but you weren't sure.

His face was gored beyond recognition. Blood caked around his mouth and his eyes had been carved out. Very clumsily, you mentally noted. As if that mattered. There was so much viscera and splatters everywhere.

Was this what they had planned for you?

You started to struggle again as Emm started buckling your legs down. The straps didn't hurt your wrists at all, unlike how they formed red bleeding welts on Bran's wrists.

"Please, I don't-- I uhm-- oh god--" Tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to kick your legs "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry-- please, don't--"

Despite your fussing, Emm finished buckling you in. "Shhh, don' worry, we won't do nothin' to you that you won't like, hmmm?"

You heard the sound of a cloth or something being waved and then spread out next to you.

You glanced over and Bran had been covered with some medical blanket of some sort. You couldn't help but recognize it from the various medical dramas you've watched. It was what they put over dead bodies.

The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh more and more heavily over you.

The two people you'd fucked only last night, the two people you'd thought you could've had a future with, were going to murder you.

As soon as Casimir finished laying out the cloth over Bran's dead body, he came over to you, scissors in hand. They were odd scissors that looked bent but on purpose. Without saying much else, he started scissoring through your clothes.

"Cas." You whimpered, fear still wracking your body as you tugged and pulled at your restraints.

Casimir didn't even try to look sympathetic. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.

He pressed a kiss against your temple as he pulled the scraps of your clothes off of your now naked body "Why don't you listen to Emm, huh? We won't do anything that'll hurt our little darling."

Just as Casimir mentioned Emm, your eyes darted to her, frantic to find some sort of sympathy or even some weakness you could take advantage of.

Instead, you were met with the image of Emm, her shirt suddenly gone but that lacy bra you'd seen before still on. She was tightening something around her waist, rather sober expression on her face.

You glanced lower down and your entire face flushed searing hot.

She was tightening a harness on and hanging from it was the most intimidating plastic cock you'd ever seen.

Casimir followed your gaze and snickered, breath brushing against your ear "You know, I only get that when I've been especially bad."

The unprompted insight into the couple's sex life only made you even more flustered. Casimir laughed rather meanly at that too before straightening, his job of getting rid of your clothes completely done.

"When did we get these anyway?" Casimir's fingers ghosted over the inside of your arm before nudging against the cuffs that wrapped around your wrists.

"I made 'em myself." Emm got on top of the medical table in one smooth motion, "Didn' wanna hurt our darling's wrists."

Casimir snuck a finger underneath, wiggling it around "Huh, fur-lined and everything. She already loves you more than me."

"Can't say I feel any differently but it still stings." He added jokingly, pressing another kiss against your temple, hand wrapping around your wrist while the other cupped your chin and made you look at him "See? We'll take perfect care if you here."

You honestly didn't know what to say to that. Though it did make your heart flutter, you knew how fucked up your situation was. These two killed your friends.

And you were especially aware of how fucked up it was that you were really turned on.

Emm took your silence for acceptance. At least, that's how it seemed from how the corners of her lips tilted up into a small smile. Though your legs were cuffed, she pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around her waist.

As she did, her plastic cock thumped against your torso, the tip practically reaching your belly button. And it was thick too, heavy against your skin.

Before you could protest or at least beg for mercy, Casimir pressed his lips against yours, bringing your attention back to him.

The kiss was messy, searing, with his tongue slipping in and pressing against yours, his teeth clashing against your lips.

It made your eyes flutter close as you returned the kiss. You fell into it easily, like it was natural to kiss him like that, like there was nothing else that would feel good.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss started, you felt something wet and cold dribble against your entrance. Your legs jerked, trying to get away from the sensation.

You couldn't get away, though. You were trapped; not just between the couple but also in the cuffs they'd put you in. All you could do was lay there and take whatever they gave you.

Just like last night but even worse.

And give it to you they did. Emm slicked her fingers up and pushed two of them in at once. Her fingers were already pretty thick so having two of them, scissoring inside of you, pressing against your walls, felt like too much.

Your hips jerked and your brain swam. You didn't know whether you were pulling away from her or pushing your hips down to take more of her fingers.

Casimir, on the other hand, kept kissing you, his breath ragged and his grip on your wrist tightening more and more. His free hand traveled to your neck, wrapping around but not choking you.

You didn't know what it was but the gentle caress of it, firm but not too firm, his fingers pressing against the skin above your beating veins, made your heart flutter even more.

"Gonna prep you up to take me, baby." Emm muttered as she pushed in another finger, her hips rutting and the rubber of her cock rubbing against your skin.

"Gonna show you exactly how we'll be taking care of ya' fr'm now on."

[spock-smokes-weed]

So I'm thinking about a/b/o world-building again, and my special interest of reproductive health and science. And with this synergy, I've been thinking a lot about how the bio functions of the omegaverse would actually work.

now I just want to preface this with I am not a doctor, I am not a med student, I'm just someone who likes learning about reproduction cus I find it interesting. I'm just a dude who makes comics I don't have any kind of medical authority. I know trying to have any kind of medical accuracy in the omegaverse is a fool's errand, but bear with me, okay?

So the biggest thing I think about in a/b/o is that there wouldn't be any periods, right? a/b/o is loosely (very loosely) based off of the mating and bio-function of wolves, and like most mammals, wolves don't get periods.

but periods are actually very useful from a survival standpoint, no matter how annoying we find them. The current theory as to why humans menstruate is that because pregnancy is so invasive on the host, it developed as a defense mechanism to protect the host from egg implantation. That's like the physiological reason (in theory) it happens, but I think we developed this way for another reason. Not getting your period is one of the first signs that you are pregnant. Again because pregnancy is so invasive, having a built-in way to tell when you're pregnant as early as possible is a very useful thing to have.

So, in a world where we don't have the same built-in warning system, how would people know whether they were pregnant or not? well, I think we should lean heavily on the whole scent thing. The biggest change to humans in a/b/o is that we have a stronger sense of smell, and we can gather greater information from scents. We can gather things like mood or arousal, and I think it would be the same for ovulation. Physiological changes already happen when we ovulate, so you would just have to make them more pronounced. The window of fertility is roughly the same length as a period, so maybe it's just that you put out a "hey i'm fertile" smell. which, considering the main demographic of the omegaverse are ppl with breeding kinks, I know you freaks would love that.

Now, you're probably asking "Lu aren't you just describing heats" well yes and no. It all depends on how you write it. Do you want heats to be their own special thing, or do you want it to completely replace periods and happen once a month? Let me explain

in most a/b/o world-building I've seen, omegas usually have a heat once every three months. So roughly that would mean 4 heats a year. Now let me ask, does an omega ovulate only during heat? If so that means they would only be fertile 4 times out of the year compared to a human's 12. And that's a totally valid route to take (but if you do take that route I would also consider how does a beta woman's cycles differ from that of an omega's. or don't. im not the boss of you)

However, if you're like me go "well it doesn't make much sense to only have 4 fertility windows. especially since omegas are prized for their fertility." then you now have to figure out if regular ovulation is distinctly different from heat. Because again if we're removing periods (which you don't have to do but I like to) then you have to consider a new built-in alarm for fertility and pregnancy. Because having no way to know when you're ovulating outside of heat sounds like a horror premise to me. Also just bad evolutionary design.

So, would heat be a monthly thing like periods? Or would heat and monthly ovulation be two different, yet connected things?

I think we could put it on a spectrum from how ovulation works for us now up to full-blown heat. When you're just getting your monthly ovulation, it would be more akin to how we get it, but the symptoms are just cranked up in how noticeable they are. You'd still be able to go through your daily life without it affecting you too much, like how it is with periods. And covering up the "i'm fertile" scent wouldn't be too much of a chore. This is how monthly ovulation would function for both omegas and female betas. So anyone with a uterus.

And heat would be more extreme than just your run-of-the-mill ovulation cycle. That's where you'd get the strong and potent scents, the fever, the vulnerability, the constant achey horniness.

This is where I dip into some made-up shit, so medical people don't come for me this is just my world-building idea on what would make a heat special from an evolutionary perspective. I think it would be that implantation has a much higher chance of happening vs. during a normal ovulation cycle. An egg can get fertilized, but if it doesn't implant in the uterine lining then it won't develop into a baby. So maybe it's the case that implantation is less likely during regular ovulation, and that's why omegas in particular are prized for their fertility. You can even do a thing where implantation is even less likely for male omegas outside of heat, so there is a cultural myth that male omegas can't get pregnant outside of heat. (like the myth that trans men can't get pregnant while on T. Everything loops back to the trans allegory for me hehehehe.)

Lower rates of implantation could make up for the fact that the body no longer has the period as a line of defense against pregnancy.

I really hope that made any kind of sense. I've been overthinking this more than I should because I was thinking about how the pill form of birth control works by stopping you from ovulating, but why would omegas need pill birth control if they only ovulate 4 times a year? Then I started thinking "well maybe they ovulate year-round like we do" and that led to me going "wait how would that work if they don't get periods." and now this post exists. Sex ED in the omegaverse must be a lot to keep up with lmao.

Now that I got the ovulating part of the post done, now to move on to "how would someone know they're pregnant if they don't have a period to miss." and that's an easy one. You can smell it. Your scent changes when you get pregnant and it'll probably be one of the first symptoms to develop along with morning sickness. I think at first it's just a change in scent, but a week or two after your scent changes, it fully matures into an "i'm pregnant" smell. And depending on when you get pregnant, missing your heat is another massive hint that you're pregnant. I think heat would still happen whether or not you're on birth control, so unless you're also taking something to stop your heats, missing a heat could be the "missing period" moment for some ppl.

[neonstatic]

Ahh I can't sleep until I get this out of my system.

Sometimes I rly feel like I blew it. I have little desire for romance so I've never tried anything and don't feel like putting myself out there either. I'm almost certain I could live a very fulfilling life in total celibacy. I do fantasise abt romance tho, constantly, cus it's fun and it's free. But sometimes I'll find myself thinking abt the few opportunities that came my way... Most of it happened in the last five yrs. I've had a glow up of sorts: stopped hiding my body and started wearing clothes that actually fit me, found ways of expressing myself thru fashion, idk if my face changed or if I just realised that I'm cute actually? All those factors contributed to getting some attention and I'm not used to it and frankly, idk that I wanna do smth abt it. I've pretty much ran away from advances every time. And not bc I wasn't interested! Even when I could admit to myself that I did like this person in more than a strictly friendly way, I just came up w a bunch of reasons why it didn't matter and that it wouldn't work. And my feelings never felt that intense anyway. It's always, "Eh, I'll get over it." And then I did! For the most part.

But there's this girl... idk why she keeps crossing my mind. We met at a BIPOC sapphic event she organised and I already admired her for putting this together. She was beautiful and funny and smart, and I just found her so cool. And somehow, she thought much the same abt me! She said I was cute, she laughed at my jokes and she even found my awkwardness endearing. She didn't find me boring or off-putting, and knew how to keep the conversation going even when I went quiet. We definitely clicked. At the time, I didn't realise I was feeling romantically abt her. I didnt even know I was flirting. I was just familiar with the song and dance. (Turns out, my socialising looks a lot like flirting.) I was super caught off-guard when she asked me out on a date. I kinda felt like running off but I just smoothly rejected her and walked home w my friend.

"You don't even know me!" is what I wanted to say. What made her think I'm dating material? I don't see much when I look at myself and I realise it's bc I know myself way more and I'm my biggest critic, but even then... I wonder what ppl think when they look at me. What do they see? What do I make them feel?

At the event, I didn't mingle much w everyone else, was lowkey glued to my friend's side (who's way more extroverted) and I was just sipping a can and steadily getting tipsy... What tf did she see? And, will anyone else be able to see that again? I feel like she must've been real special to find me charming at my worst - i.e. me at a function. Absolutely rizzless, borderline pathetic. What if that was my one shot and I blew it? And when I meet God and whine abt being a loveless loser, He'll stare me down and say, "I sent you a baddie but you passed on her, stupid." What if I doomed myself bc I chickened out of a date w a pretty girl I definitely liked back in some ways? And how do I recover from the shame. It's been over two yrs, get over it, oh my gosh.

Bc truth is, if by some miracle, we reconnected and she asked me out again... I would not say yes. My ass is not ready for a relationship. I don't even feel like I'm made for it. I think I'm a good friend (but could always improve), an alright sibling, an alright child, an insignifiant cousin/grandchild/relative... I just feel fundamentally inadequate in relationships! Be it romantic or platonic or wtv. But where I agree that I do well as a friend, Idk that I'd be a worthwhile partner. Even tho romance is just friendship with extra parts. I could start kissing and sucking on a homie of my choosing and we'd be lovers, technically, no?

Do I not care abt romance that much or have I fooled myself into thinking so to spare my own feelings of inadequacy? Could be a mix of both. I want love and I want to experience it, but I don't care enough to look for it and I will run away from it. What a mess. What a fkg bummer.

Ah, maybe I rly did blow it. Or maybe I'm thinking too much.

Maybe I should sleep.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i feel more musically hungover than i have ever been in my life. but. she black swans on my brahms until i intermezzo i guess

as i tried to make my way to my seat via the wing at stage right, i found my way blocked by (1) the timpani (2) the timpanist and (3) tita conductor forcing the timpanist to clap through his rhythm for the midsection of the third movement which... for some reason he has always overthought

i awkwardly waited my turn to get onstage and when tita conductor was done with the timpanist she turned to me and said "you need to get on stage?" and i assented and thanked her to which she stood aside and let me through

we devoted most of the warmup to the dvo��ák. aptly, because the previous day had been lowkey... not great. luckily, things went smoother in the warmup.

we had photographers walking around as we went through spots which is always awkward. you're fighting for your life with a passage as someone points a lens down over your stand.

i used to hate the photography because i just generally hate being perceived but this time i'm just like. pretty please tita conductor release the photos 🥺 i want pictures of me playing 🥺

tita conductor's lateral movements are hilarious to me like she regularly clips not just her own stand with her baton but also the front stands of the strings leaning over them to conduct 😭

we worked on a few spots in the bright sheng brahms orchestration and when tita conductor called for the piece she said sheepishly to the strings "i've kind of given up on calling it the sheng" and principal viola said very cheekily back "have you ever?" and tita conductor laughed

fooled around with viola friend, another viola, ate dean, and principal oboe before top of show before moseying out and surveying the crowd which, to my slight relief, actually seemed a little bigger than the first night's concert. i had several friends in the audience this time, one of whom had brought his father who had an interest in orchestral music, so i actually felt a little apprehensive up there 😅

the christmas opera suite came and went all too quickly, and before long tita conductor had signaled the soloists to sit down and was rummaging around on her stand for her welcome remarks. which she could not find

being at her feet i could hear her muttering under her breath to herself "i can't find my speech...sorry...shoot...i left it downstairs. shit."

she cast a despairing look at me and principal viola when she realized the silence had probably gone on too long before stepping off the podium, grabbing the microphone, and delivering all her remarks off the cuff 😭😭😭 they went fine but poor tita conductor 😭

we got to the brahms orchestration and i was determined to make it as capital-R Romantic as i possibly could. complete with eyebrows, which i realized i was doing about halfway through and tried to rein in desperately.

genuinely think that was one of the better, if not the best, renditions of the nine-measure solo i've ever managed, so i was very happy with myself for once when the piece was over. little did i know tita conductor would decide to do something unhinged in front of everybody's salads during the major solo acknowledgements

tita conductor cued the concertmaster to get up, then me, then principal cellist (who was playing a secondary role to our solos), then the winds and brass who had also had major solos, then faced the applauding audience again. i did my usual "stare at the back of the theater and smile a bit" thing, thinking she was going to turn back around and ask us to sit again

instead tita conductor HALF-TURNED, GAZED BACK AT ME as the applause continued, and HELD EYE CONTACT FOR SEVERAL SECONDS waiting for me to react

i gave her a small smile and she finally turned back around, waited a few seconds, turned back to us, gestured again, and had us sit 😭😭😭

the one thing that was going through my brain through all of this was just me mentally yelling tita conductor be SO for real right now there are other people here we are in public 💀

it was so unsubtle and intentional that my friends were pointing it out after the performance like GIRL PLEASE WHY

like i thought it would be presumptuous to say she liked me before. but after this? i don't even think it's just 'like' anymore. girl what the actual fuck

the britten flew by on silver wings and before we knew it we were breaking for intermission (at the end of which tita conductor inexplicably. stood and hovered over me as i retrieved my violin from my case backstage) and starting the dvořák

it went better than concert 1 for sure but the fourth movement definitely wasn't as far up to tempo as i had remembered. oh well. pick your battles etc.

tita conductor got flowers again which was cute 🥹

i was so weird after the end of the concert. i guess the stress got lifted off me all at once and my body didn't know what to do with it so it translated directly into me being Weird As Fuck. this is the point where i ran into the doorway of the theater trying to go back into the lobby and find someone.

i chatted with some grad school friends who had come out to support us and one of them really liked the second movement of the dvořák. to which i had to hide my surprise because that was the most precarious movement for me 💀

got a few pictures with principal trumpet and then decided to get some with tita conductor so principal trumpet pushed me toward her but misjudged how much force it takes to knock me off my feet (hint: not a lot. because this guy easily has a foot on me.) and sent me flying halfway across the lobby

got the pictures with tita conductor (with viola friend, my phd cohort friend, and my high school friend looking on) and then she mentioned she had to collect her things from her dressing room to bring to her car so viola friend and i offered to help

the four of us (my friends from outside orchestra were only too keen to join) trooped backstage and downstairs to the dressing rooms

"it'll be quick," tita conductor said, "because i have my clothes on." i snorted and accidentally whacked my hand against the door in the process.

tita conductor packed up her things, silently hung bags off of me and viola friend, and occasionally presented some to show us including: her marines knapsack that once got left behind in the theater that nobody claimed so she just took it with her; her dinner that she hadn't eaten; and, most interesting to me, the hand-drawn diagrams she'd used to review the second movement of the dvořák

"i've had this dressing room since...forever. when the new theater management came along they removed quite a bit from it and i had to tell them 'put everything back'" 😭

we all trooped back up the stairs and out the "glamorous entrance" (the loading bay)(tita conductor's words) to the parking lot directly in the loading bay, where tita conductor divested me and viola friend of her accoutrements and loaded them into the back of her sensible car

i was holding a water bottle, her laptop bag (which i momentarily confused for mine until i realized my phd cohort friend was holding it) and a half-zip sweater she must have worn to the venue. which tita conductor took from me by clapping her hands around mine and the sweater. girl what 💀

we bid tita conductor farewell and she said 'see you thursday' and i said 'see you tuesday' and she looked at me SO confused so i said 'chamber singers' and she said 'ah. i'm compartmentalizing.'

went out to eat with friends and didn't come back to apartment until nearly midnight so that probably explains the exhaustion that has prevented me from doing basically anything of value today. thank god we don't have orchestra tomorrow LMAO

[arobraindead]

having brain diarrhea.

don't ask but im going crazy. I thought I already perfected henralph's relationship but trying to force one thing into it has made me think of myself as a fool. Do I truly know nothing like I thought I did?

... ok fine it's the idea of ralph.. uhhh.. being the sub. LOOK. This fandom always does fucking sub henry i'm tired. And I know I've said that power bottom henry x service top ralph works the best or like.. nothing there and they're equals works the best. But PLEASE..

idk see-saw metaphor where its a bit unbalaced but not so much somebody is over the other. It's more about taking the lead than taking control.

so with that.. yeah sub henry does work A BIT. The idea of henry letting himself relax and just be in the moment while Ralph is there for him works I never denied it.

But what about the opposite? is that why nobody ever writes sub ralph is because it... doesn't work?

come on! I already stated that power bottom henry x service top ralph works and that puts Ralph in a more submissive role so perhaps he can go.. i guess all the way (see-saw not all the way)

I don't think either of them can go 100% submissive, it's simply too unrealisitc. they got egos and want at least some control.

But perhaps Ralph wanting to be called a good boy and patted on the head like a dog CAN work ???

... or is it too much?

I should state that Henry being more dominant isn't the issue. It makes complete sense. COME ON of course it does! he's the teasing type.

But Ralph and Henry are alike. If Henry can't go 100% submissive then why would you think Ralph could? I think he'd.. go more under but still.

I guess the idea of Ralph being more likely to be submissive went too far because while it isn't.. wrong, it doesn't mean it would happen.

... The issue isn't Ralph submitting or Henry dominating. Its not even sexual, it's a whole nother thing.

Ralph tries hard to reassure Henry that he can trust him and such. But does Henry do the same? Not exactly.

It's possible for a more submissive Ralph and dominating Henry to happen but the reason why it's easier for submissive Henry and dominating Ralph to happen is because Ralph is.. an actual good dom. Or atleast a more.. supportive dom. It's not about control for him, it's about wanting to care for Henry and just love him.

Where's with Henry... him being dominating isn't a problem for him, it's horrid henry of course not. But there's.. a sort of disconnect.

There's no reassurance. Ralph wants to care for Henry and love him and take the lead and whatnot and Henry slowly starts to open up more and let himself be pampered.

But.. the opposite? The idea of henry showing he wants to do the same (care, love, "lead".) and ralph opening up? that.. that doesn't fit.

I don't think it's impossible. I think with time henry can be there more. But... in the early times? Nope.

That's why Henry is more likely to be submissive. Not because he's more submissive and Ralph is less. But because Ralph actually gives him the space and care to. He lets him, he gaves him a chance to be able to. Henry doesn't do the same for Ralph.

That's also why it would show up early in their relationship because they dynamic has already been brewing up this whole time.

Even if they fucked before getting into a relationship, henry being more 'submissive' during it isn't.. unrealisic cus that dynamic was already there beforehand.

I just think it's almost impossible to write Ralph being more submissive early in their relationship. I say almost because theres a chance but. for now. probably not.

[nightfury18]

Lovebirds (Conjunxes)

They are SO ADORABLE, HELP!🥺

I've been fool cus I accidently saved only a picture with a poor quality, without a chance of turning back 😵(well I could restart, but I would have to recolor it completely, and I know that I wouldn't be able to). So we have only this varient of them.

To be honest, it should have been chibi-style, but I ended up drawing in my normal style. I still love this even though it has a shit quality. It was kinda interesting experience to draw characters who have almost the same colors, the difference is only in shades. But it turned out really pretty, I think.

I still haven't decided who's the top though…🤔

[runthepockets]

I think it’s less a “hype” around that lifestyle and more a collective cope for a subsection of online trans culture. Obviously some people will do drugs just to do them & whatever. But being an oppressed group a lot of us turn to drugs/end up around them as a cope and circlejerk bad habits in online trans spaces unfortunately

Disagree. My previous friendgroup was like this IRL and I knew most of those people for 2-3 years. I still meet people like this in friendgroups and at shows at my age. And even if it were all relegated to online, the fact is that we're living in an age where online and irl are pretty deeply interwoven with each other. I mean, little boys get radicalized by white supremacists on Reddit, old ladies get radicalized by QAnon theories on their Facebook feeds, people meet long term partners and friends on social media and dating apps, people use Craigslist to find roommates, Tiktok is shifting the way social media markets itself and its experience for its userbase and is shifting the way advertising works in general. The pandemic made the internet a lot of people's only connection to the outside world and politics.

I'm not punching down at addicts, or anything. I've been surrounded by them my entire life. I'm fully aware that our community is economically and socially pre dispositioned to addiction, I'd be a fool to judge. I'm just pointing out the flaws in an unsustainable mindset that has effected me enough that I felt the need to speak on it, and the reality is that a lot of white people are incredibly immature and destructive and not prone to thinking about the consequences of their actions until they've already made more enemies than friends with their juvenile behavior. It's not entirely their fault, the nature of whiteness in a society that favors it means the majority of them just aren't taught to fully understand consequences or domino effects or fully analyze their biases towards people more similar to them in appearance / conventional attractiveness, but it still has its effects.

Like I said, I'm a hedonist, I drink like a sailor and have lost count of how many times my weekend has revolved around doing acid and ketamine and smoking weed just cus that stuff is fun and an attractive woman offered them to me. You still don't see me broadcasting this shit to the world, cus I know what people are gonna think of a sensory driven, carefree black guy, and like I said, I have professional and interpersonal obligations that take priority over my goofy college fratboy shit. I don't have the same luxuries as a lot of these cats do (and I honestly don't want to, if it all ends like my last friendgroup did and is still currently doing) and I think what they do and why they do it is immature and unsustainable. I don't see the harm in saying it. It just is what it is.

[liauditore]

when i was almost asleep guys started to do lovely things in my head, so, now when i'm awake i came to share it.

for skizz scott is so small and fragile. just like little kitten, that you want to hug and kiss, but little afraid to do something wrong. he hugs Scott to himself, touched by how tiny he is. have you seen how small scott's hands?

(and here i am, thinking about my gem au, there's might be spoilers, but whatever, i don't know where am i going 🙃)

skizz hugs lazuli, hiding from another gems, who's not that happy to see the leader of the flower resistance. why are they so mean? he apologised! to every single one of them! and really trying to become better!

"guys, stop being so mean! you making him feel worse! this thing is not his fault, stop!"

and scott is just really can't do anything in that moment, crying because both, that no one is believe him and hates him no matter how hard he trying and because how kind skizz is, because he fights with his family because they don't think scott is worthy of good treatment. but skizz thinks differently.

after that they'll sit in skizz's room...

"hey, don't even cry because of them, they're just fools that cannot see how beautiful you are! don't let them think that your efforts are in vain, it's not true!"

scott just broke and he needs some support to get back on his feet and be so much better than he was.

"why are you supporting me? it's hopeless..."

"no, it's not! stop listening to them! they don't understand you! i clearly see that you want to be a good person!"

he just become so loyal... like someone, who's on his way to hate scott again

i can't stop thinking about them. they makes me so sad and happy at the same time((

- 🔥

SCREAMS CRIES GOING WOOOO YIPEE EVEN 🙌🙌

Skizz really is a golden retriever. It's been awhile since I've watched SU but he really is reminding me a little bit of Steven here -- guys, stop fighting! We can be friends!!

And if it is like SU, eventually everyone comes around, right? 🥺

YAH YEAH SCOTZMAN WOOOOOO

side note this is ur AU so obvs ur designs can be whatever u imagine them as but. skizz being big and buff and protective of scott 🥺🥺 this is just stuff that popped into my head, regarding my own headcanons, that i thought would entertain u:

i've tried to some? success?? i think? to try and show that my scott design isn't *that* much of a twink. i don't think im very good at it tbh but i wanted to get across that he was at least somewhat deceptively toned in the way a pro archer or ballet dancer would be. i think it would be more apparent if i drew him shirtless but idk if im brave enough for that lmao

but skizz is like. BUFF. and tall.

so scott is NOT used to getting picked up and swung over his shoulder and carried around etc. etc. and it ends up doubly flustering him. plus skizz is rough around the edges (i think he'd know his own strength enough to not hurt scott but he's not careful lol) and its a big contrast to what scott's used to. cus usually when people are that rough with him they're. trying to kill him.

[bogkeep]

How would you describe your experience with being half Czech and half Norwegian? Really curious cus I never see alot of osmosis between nordic and slavic countries.

oh boy that's a really big question that's pretty difficult to answer! this is kind of a major part of my life and identity and not really possible to crystallize into a concise point, since it's just... my whole life :')

one part of this is just the experience of not fully belonging to one place and culture, of being caught inbetween, which is something a lot of people all over the world understand and relate to, i think. this might sound niche but i have a fondness for graphic novels about coming of age where the protagonist is is the child of immigrants and has to navigate their way through honoring their heritage and fitting in with the culture they live in at the same time. maybe this sounds dramatic for someone who belongs to two european countries that are only 2-3 days of driving apart, but that's my truth haha.

another part is the more specific differences between czechia and norway as countries and cultures with different language families, which is something i can talk about at length, for sure, but like... every place has its differences, even two towns in the same country. sometimes it's difficult to know what's a real difference between two places and what's just differing personal experiences.

some things:

- one of the most iconic christmas movie that plays in norway is Three Wishes for Cinderella, a czech made cinderella adaptation (tři oříšky pro popelku). the version that plays in norway has been dubbed over by the same voice, a method referred to as russian dubbing. this movie is so iconic and beloved they have done a remaster of it, making it crisper and more colorful, but they cannot make a better dub or the people of norway would revolt. for a while i had no idea this was such a big deal, because i would spend every christmas on czech, and for me, cinderella was just one of many fairytale movies. my grandfather would always tape the fairytale adaptations on VHS and would get me to watch them when i visited for the summer. it took me a while to get into any of them, since i vastly preferred cartoons over live action TV (i have many fond memories of czech cartoons. víla amálka, rumcajs, rákosníček, krteček, lots of classics), but i enjoyed a lot of them eventually. i think the first one i liked was one called Nebojsa, about a guy who feels no fear. my eventual favourites would become Král Sokolů (the king of falcons) and S Čerti Nejsou Žerty (give the devil his due) - the latter becoming a christmas movie For Me.

- a big difference between norway and czech, culturally, is politeness conventions. norway is very informal and introverted, more first name basis than last names - in fact, i don't know the last names of any teachers i had at school except for ones i've found on facebook. i used to spend a couple months every year of grades 1 - 5 in czechia, to go to school there and practice the language. not only was school more advanced and stricter, but i'm pretty sure i was supposed to refer to teachers as Mr or Ms Last Name and i did not know this. i apparently caused quite a ruckus in first grade, but i only have my family's word for it. i remember almost nothing of my time in czech first grade except crying on my first day because i was so overwhelmed. another thing i did not realise until i was a teen was that when talking to strangers or people Of Respect, you refer to them with a Plural You until you've reached enough familiarity to switch to Singular You. it's accepted for kids to refer to everyone with the singular - same vibe as referring to every familiar adult woman as your auntie - but i've made quite a fool of myself multiple times calling cashiers and waitresses by singular you when outside of the Acceptable Age Slot. if it sounds like an autism nightmare that's because it is :'D

- i think every person in europe has been to prague at some point. every person i tell i'm half czech to tells me they've been to prague. it's a pretty city though! check out the astronomical clock

- there is a small community of czech and slovakian immigrants in my norwegian hometown. obviously it's not Every Czech Person in town, i've run into a lot of czech speaking people at random every now and then, but yeah! i think the biggest community event that gets arranged every year is Mikuláš in december. it's very reminiscent of Krampus celebrations. essentially kids are expected to perform a song or poem in front of st. Nicholas, an angel and a devil (that's the krampus in this instance), and then they get evaluated and told if they've been Good or Bad this year before being given candy (with a piece of coal or potato in it because everyone is a Little naughty sometimes). after growing out of being one of the children, i've contributed by playing the devil or the angel a couple times each.

for some reason there's a lot of people from the czech community in the historical archery club my mom and i are both part of. we actually have a lot of immigrant members, so for something so viking aesthetically coded it ends up being a fairly multicultural experience!

[pico-digital-studios]

Here are me questions!

Favorite humanoid of mine?

Any opinions on my old ass EXE "Neuro"?

Do you think there could be a "Shroom Society" akin to the Quill Society out there?

(joke, don't have to answer) Do you have a moment to talk about our savior Jesus Christ-

Question 1

Ex-Prince Brian: Yo, dudes! Got another question from my own creator here!

OMT!Tails: Good thing I split it between the parties. Right, let's see... @becdoesthings asks, "Favorite humanoid of mine"?

Nitro: Here! Got a whole gallery for all for us to look through!

CR!Sonic: Sweet! Since I'm already from their place, I'll leave it to you guys here to discuss your opinions.

Mr. Needlemouse: Not gonna lie, the yellow dude looks cool.

CR!Sonic: He's called BEC, and yeah, he was once the same mischievous guy you are. At least until circumstances matured him.

Nitro: Yeah. That's really admirable. For me, it's gotta be SEM.

OMT!Tails (teasing): Because you got a crush on her~?

Nitro (embarrassed): I-It's not that!

CR!Sonic: Heh, you sure~?

Nitro: I mean, she's got a lot of pain deep down, and I can sympathise with her about it. I've met her before, and she's been really appreciative of my support.

BK!Amy: Yeah, that's something hot ladies don't get a lot of credit for nowadays; they deserve to be seen as people, just like the rest of us! You know, she reminds me of Rarity in some ways with her clothes-making hobby. And Rouge for the mischievous and scheming side of her personality.

OMT!Mina: You know, I dig CLE's style!

D-Sides Mighty: Yeah, me too!

EX!Alice: Same! Her sport aesthetic rocks a lot!

Mr. NM: Seriously? She looks a real d-.

His mouth is promptly covered by CR!Sonic.

CR!Sonic: Don't. Say it. You seriously want her to break your kneecaps?

Mr. NM: I'm a cartoon. What's she gonna do to me?

OMT!Tails: Hmm. Why don't we find out after this question?

Ex-Prince Brian: Heh, could be an idea.

CR!Sonia: Heh, MAC looks so adorable!

CR!Manik: Right? I'd love to get to hang out with her someday!

Nitro: Heh, you guys wanna know what she called me when we met?

CU!Sonia: Go on.

Nitro: "Nigh-toe"!

CR!Manik: Aww, that's so cute!

CR!Sonia: Heh, yeah. Honestly, it is.

Nine: Of course, Dark BEC there doesn't seem too bad. I bet he's just misunderstood.

CR!Sonic: You have no idea, Nine. Well, thanks for the question, BEC! Alright, rubber hose lad! You're coming with us!

OMT!Tails: Sonias? Manik? You might wanna cover your eyes. You really don't wanna see this.

CR!Manik: I trust your word on it.

Mr. NM: Seriously? I'm a cartoon. She can't do anything to me because of that! Come at me, then!

Later, a sharp cut to CLE with a spray can full of toxic dip, glaring just like Sonic from that one frame of Forces Overclocked. Except the shot was not at the entire body OR the kneecaps, but square in the gonads! BEC promptly gets in front of the screen as Mr. NM howls in pain from CLE torturing him.

BEC: DON'T SHOW THAT FOOTAGE!!! WHERE'S THE OFF BUTTO-

Question 2

Scratch: Hey, everyone! Got one of those Q&A questions!

Sleet: Like the ones we did in that alliance in the past? Excellent!

Surge: How come we're getting roped into one of these?

Superstars Fang: Hey, at least it'll give the people out there more info 'bout us, mate.

Surge: Now, let's see... Er, I'm gonna hold this question for ONLY the bravest of us here.

Scourge: Count me into that one, sparky!

Surge: It's "Surge". I told you more than enough times, green-bean.

Scourge: Whatever. At least there ain't a Botnik here to make a fool outta me.

Eggman Nega: Surprised?

Scourge: Oh, for f*** sake!

Eggman Nega: Alright, come over this way and let's have a look at this question.

In a separate room for only the bravest of the brave villains in the parties...

Eggman Nega: Alright, let's see... @becdoesthings asks; "Any opinions on my old ass EXE, "Neuro"?"

Sleet: Is this said "EXE" here?

Surge: Must be.

Scourge: Ya know, I kinda dig the monochrome aesthetic. I'd give it a 7/10 myself.

Eggman Nega: Urgh, another of these guys? And I thought hearing about Crimtake's nonsense was enough of a headache.

Zeena: Eh. I'm not seeing the appeal you are, Scourge.

Scourge: Well, your loss.

Johnny: Am I seeing things, or does this guy have some kind of powered-up appearance?

Surge: So he has. He's definitely one force to be reckoned with, alright.

Sleet: Is that just for looks, or is it power as well?

Rosy: Oh, Scourgey~! Where are you, my precious hunk of algae~?

Eggman Nega: Yeah, we're done. We're gonna be here all day if this keeps up. Thank you for that question, kid.

Scourge: Hey, we ain't done yet! I ain't goin' out there with that pink freak-!

Question 3

Tekno: Alright, Sonic! The first question has come through!

EV!Sonic: Sweet! I'm aiming on getting other members involved in this, but I'll save that for later. Okay, @becdoesthings asks... "Do you think there could be a "Shroom Society" akin to the Quill Society out there?" Well, I mean, it's not impossible.

Tekno: Yeah. We already saw the Spider-Society and Funkin' Society (by @robovoidfrog) that came before us, so I'm sure there's gonna be a strike force like that out there somewhere in the Nintendoverse.

EV!Sonic: For me, I'd say fingers crossed they're following our example and not instigating "canon events" into their rule of thumb.

Tekno: Yeah... That's just begging for heroes there to become miserable for the apparent sake of the multiverse, and losses aren't always a part of a hero's backstory. Heck, Mario didn't even need much to step up as a hero; just the right amount of courage and whatnot!

EV!Sonic: Quite right! Heck, if it's being led by the Mario from my dimension, I'd be pretty impressed. Well, hopefully we'll find out the real answer someday! Thanks for the question, dude!

Question 4

Superstars Fang: Another question over 'ere?

Surge: Okay, let me see that!

Superstars Fang: 'Ey! No need to snatch it off me, mate!

Surge: Okay. Oh, boy, it's from the exact same guy.

Coconuts: Another question? And not one that causes faint of heart?

Naugus: Hmm... Most certainly looks like it. Let me through so we can take a look at it.

Coconuts: @becdoesthings asks... "Do yous have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Chr-?"

Suddenly, the power in their area went out outta nowhere.

Coconuts: GAH!

Superstars Fang: What the-?! Who was in charge of maintaining this block's power?

Coconuts: Don't look at me.

Naugus: Hang on. Let me summon some fire to light our area.

He did so, revealing a familiar pink puffball from ANOTHER another dimension.

Surge: Huh? Isn't that that pink puffball we heard so much about?

Kirbo: Poyo! (holds out his cross)

Naugus: Take him down before he uses that cross!

Coconuts: You're mine mine mine!

Coconuts went for the attack, but heard a voice out of nowhere.

"I am the way, the truth, and the life. No-one comes to the Father, except through me."

Coconuts: Er, what? (explodes at random) GAH!

Surge: Get back here, you rascal!

Naugus: Let him go. Looks like we have some robot repairs to take care of. "Thanks" for that question, lemon boy, but do NOT do that again, got it?