#fck yeah clamp

[psychewritesbs]

Uh... a King and his Knight?

See? It’s all about devotion and homoerotic sword-licking apparently. only clamp lol.

[hazbincalifornia]

Mine

Chapter 19:  Blitzo gets some release... eventually.

Warnings: Mpreg, explicit sexual content. The actual smutty stuff starts after the line partway through.

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Blitzo stared up at the balcony, one eye twitching as the rope tied to it flapped in the wind. Stolas was somewhere out of sight- probably laid out on the bed with a rose in his mouth. At the thought, Blitzo could feel his lower muscles clench and he gritted his teeth.

An hour ago, when he’d sent the text message, there had been no response. Not even a read notification. Stolas had practically been begging him to come over before, what was the deal? Was he busy? Oh sure, great, the one time Blitzo needed him...

He’d sent another message. Then another one. By the fourth (approximately seven minutes after the initial text) Blitzo was starting to bounce on the bed again, groaning as heat burned him from the inside out. Visions of feathers and the sharp snap of a beak danced through his head, and one hand clutched at his stomach, claws digging just barely into the skin to keep him from slipping away entirely as the other hand jabbed the ‘call’ button.

It went to voicemail.

“Stolas. Answer your goddamn phone. Ghhh-” His hand had drifted back down between his legs. “F-fuck, you’re the one that always wants me to pound you, so will you be there when I actually need you? I need to feel your tight little ass and your soft feathers and bite into your neck, I wanna watch you go red and feel you pulsing around me.” The bedframe squeaked as he humped the mattress for emphasis. “I swear to fuck if it was possible I’d give you all this back, fuck you full until you know what it’s like to be carrying this little bastard. You’re gonna be my bitch and you’re gonna like it.” Blitzo panted for a moment. “Call me back, because we are going to fuck or I’m shoving a cactus up your ass, got that?”

Blitzo had then jabbed ‘end call’ and fell back on the bed, pulling his fingers out of himself and staring at the ceiling for a minute as his heart pounded. He was about to reach for the dildo again when his phone started buzzing- Stolas had responded by sending several texts, one right after another.

!!!!

That’s wonderful Blitzy! I was in a meeting, I’m so sorry!

Stella should have left just an hour ago, I’ll check but the house is ours for a few days. Your timing is impeccable.

Do you need a ride over?

Blitzo had rolled his eyes and replied, swiping his jizz-soaked hand on the pillow to clean later.

its fine i hve a van. b over ther soon

Another reply from Stolas.

❤️ I assume you’ll want to use the front door, I’ll tell the servants to let you in. The balcony might be difficult in your condition.

Blitzo had hissed at that, glaring down at the phone.

ru saying i cant do it? fck u, Ill go up the usual way

Are you sure? It’s no trouble.

just b ready

Blitzo scrubbed his legs down with five different washcloths in the bathroom and pulled on pants- and they were nice tight ones that showed off his butt too. He stuffed his phone in the pocket before tugging on the lightest shirt in his closet- a long-sleeve mesh thing he’d gotten for partying. It had been a crop top before, so at least when it rode up he could pretend it was supposed to look like that. He considered for a moment before deciding against a light jacket- he was gonna be going straight to the mansion and in the van for most of the way. Finished, he struck a pose in the mirror, and yeah, maybe it was the unbelievably horny hormones, but he looked and felt hot as shit right now.

Then, of course, he’d reached the mansion and realized that he needed to scale a rope up fifty feet while pregnant, and some of the enthusiasm drained away as the brat shifted around inside of him.

“Okay. You’ve done weirder shit,” Blitzo said aloud, cracking his knuckles before curling both hands and his tail around the rope. Climbing ropes were easy. He could do this in his sleep. Probably had at some point, or at least while drunk. He’d been in the circus and did all kinds of crazy physical stunts for IMP, a single rope while he had some weight around his middle was nothing.

He got about three feet off the ground before realizing that the whole ‘fucked center of gravity’ thing combined with the sweat on his palms and slick already starting to soak his pants might pose a problem. No matter, he could still do this. He steeled himself, fingers flexing around the nylon as he shimmied up a bit more, thighs clamping and releasing as his hands moved up over each other.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Squirming inside that made him lose his grip. The rope burned as he slid down, legs getting double-soaked in the slick already starting to make the line smell like a glory hole.

His phone buzzed, but checking it would require letting go of the rope, and nothing was going to make him do that. He snarled, starting to climb again. Left. Right. Left. Right. Time slipped away as he laser-focused on trying to get up the damn rope. Come on, he’d done it a couple times before and he’d always made it, he wasn’t going to be a fucking pussy-

“Sir?” A voice that reminded Blitzo of an airport announcer cleared its throat from behind Blitzo and he nearly lost his grip again, biting back a yelp.

“What the fu-”

It was an imp in a spiffy little suit with a mouth pressed into a thin line and a cracked horn. Butler, probably. “His highness Prince Stolas had requested that I make sure that you were alright.” His fingers were interlaced tightly enough that Blitzo could see the veins popping out. “If you need, I can escort you to his room.”

“I know where his fuckin’ room is, that’s where I’m going,” Blitzo snarled.

“It’s been fifteen minutes since you arrived, sir. He’s waiting.” The ‘sir’ had enough venom to kill a Magne, and Blitzo looked up to the balcony, then down to the ground. He doubted he’d cleared twenty feet and his palms were feeling slippery again.

There was a moment of contemplation before he started sliding back down. “Not one fucking word from you, got it?”

The other imp just nodded, directing them to a side door. At least Blitzo was taller than him so he could feel a little less like a kid caught pissing in the parking lot, and at least these pants were absorbent enough to not leave a trail.

___________

It was like a reverse walk of shame, considering he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. The little butler was, mercifully, good at being quiet, only existing by the clicks of his little feet on the floor and the fact that Blitzo saw him out of the corner of his eye while doing his best to stare straight ahead. He knew vaguely where Stolas’s room was going the normal way, but today the mansion felt labyrinthine, conniving to keep Blitzo from getting to the damn bed. He was pretty sure he was squeaking as he walked now.

After about five agonizing minutes in which he sorely regretted wearing tight pants considering his cock was already straining at them, they finally neared the right room, and Blitzo could practically smell Stolas through the door, all rich cologne and earthy soil and cinnamon. The butler knocked only once before nearly getting knocked out when it flew open, smacking him in the face. Blitzo barely noticed, staring up and up at Stolas who was dressed in only a loose bathrobe.

Man. For having only not seen the guy for two days, he’d somehow managed to forget just how huge he was.

He didn’t have very long to contemplate that thought however as Stolas scooped him up in his arms, twirling him around like a doll with pupils glowing white. “Ohhhh, I’m so excited! And you dressed up for the occasion too, what a sexy little top there.” One finger traced over his belly, hooking at the bottom of the mesh. “Leaves nothing to the imagination…”

If he wasn’t going to mention the rope thing going tits-up, Blitzo wasn’t either. “Yeah, yeah, I’m a sex god and you want me, can we just get to the part where I get to fuck you already? You have no idea how uncomfortable is is to be walking around dripping like a faucet.”

Stolas laughed, nuzzling against Blitzo’s cheek before settling him down on the bed. “You certainly seemed eager on the phone! So no roleplay for now?”

“Just get your feathery butt over here so I can pound it into bird-meat,” Blitzo growled, frantically tugging at his pants as Stolas gave a pleased hoot, shedding his robe in mere seconds before crawling atop the bed, already aroused.

“So forceful when you talk dirty…”

“You like that, don’t you?” Blitzo considered taking his sweaty shirt off before realizing that was coordination he didn’t have at the moment, considering his fingers had gotten slippery just trying to remove his damn pants. He liked this shirt, he didn’t want to tear it. Taking in a deep breath, (fuck, Stolas the full thing smelled so much better than just his stupid shirt had) he peeled his underwear off, chucking them across the room hard enough that they hit the wall with a soft ‘splat’ and slid down, leaving a slimy trail. Red fingers curled around gray thighs, spreading Stolas wide with a snap as the prince let out a tiny ‘eep’.

“Right to it then!” His tone was eager, toe-claws flexing in and out as Blitzo reached between his own legs to coat his fingers more thoroughly in whatever pre-jizz junk had been oozing out of him for too damn long.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” Blitzo could practically feel his voice lowering as his cock pressed the rest of the way out, oozing more of the lube-juice against his fingertips. “You want me inside of you, filling that perky little ass of yours until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Yes, yes!” Stolas wiggled a little with a wide grin as Blitzo shifted closer, lifting the owl up so he had better access to his backdoor, probing in with his fingers for only a second before driving in hard, getting an absolute howl out of Stolas that faded into a moan.

“You’re mine for however long it takes to get rid of this heat shit, got it? You’re my little toy today, because this is all… your… fucking… fault.” Blitzo accented each of the last four words with a thrust and Stolas gripped at the sheets, tail thumping up and down on the bed with each one. One of the thumps sent a white feather fluttering up and Blitzo stabbed it with his tail, glaring at it as his claws dug into Stolas’s legs. All thoughts were starting to flood his mind except for the heat around him and the legs clutched in his fists. “Mine. You hear that?” He reached up for Stolas’s chest, hauling him up by gripping a handful of feathers with sticky fingers.

Because of his height, Stolas was staring down at him with now-flushed cheeks, but Blitzo couldn’t find it in himself to care because he was still all the way in, walls tightening around his dick with slick spilling out and soaking the sheets. “You’re property of Blitzo as long as I want you.” He grabbed Stolas’s wrist with one hand, shoving the palm flat against his middle. “Your baby, your fucking problem.” The hand still gripping Stolas’s chest tugged him down, pulling him into a kiss as a few downy feathers drifted down to the bedspread.

Blitzo was very, very glad they’d figured out kissing a while ago, because his brain was running on heat-daze and frustration and he never would have been able to figure it out now. He could feel Stolas’s hot breath down his throat and a hot feathered body pressed against his own and the palm on his belly, and when he thrust again he could feel the gasp Stolas made.

“You like that?” Blitzo almost breathed, fire singing in his veins. “Of course you do, I’m fucking good at this. Now lay down and take it like you always want to. You’re mine, and I want all of you.” He smeared some of the lube stuff off his fingers and onto the end of his tail, wrapping it around Stolas’s cock. Stolas fell back on the bed, shuddering a little with a dreamy grin.

“Take me, Blitzy.”

If he hadn’t already been about to pound Stolas to within an inch of his life, the breathy way he said that would have done it.

“You’re asking for it,” Blitzo snarled out, pulling back and snapping forward as his cock squirmed inside of Stolas, the owl throwing a hand over his forehead as the bed snapped against the wall from the force, his tail starting to stroke up and down on Stolas’s length. The smell of Stolas’s arousal was getting him off almost as much as the actual fucking was, and he wanted more of it. “Don’t you want to take advantage of all your hard work? Look at me. I said, look at me.” He smacked at Stolas’s side before continuing jerking him off and all four eyes shot back open. “You put this kid in me, you’re gonna watch as I fuck you right back.”

“I’m watching, I’m watching,” Stolas said, eyes falling back to half-lidded. “You look s-so delicious like that… I could just eat you uuuuuup!” The word dragged as Blitzo curled the tentacle of his cock down, clearly hitting the g-spot from the way that Stolas’s lower eyes started twitching. He started moving his tail up and down faster, curled tightly around Stolas’s length.

“C-could say the same to you, you look and smell so so good…” Blitzo could feel something building, and would have been embarrassed that it was so quick if he hadn’t been trying to bust properly for days now. “Gonna fill you up, take it, take all of it you fucking-” He came before finishing his sentence, gasping as he pumped load after load into Stolas, seeing the owl actually bloat slightly on his thin waist from the sheer volume. Stolas more fell than laid back, panting as Blitzo pulled his tail back, the owl’s cock still twitching and on the edge.

“Mm, so full, B-Blitzy-”

“Finish for me.” It was a voice that invited no discussion. “I want to see you jerk yourself off.”

Stolas nodded, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroking up and down while biting down on the skin under his beak. It only took a few pumps before he cried out Blitzo’s name, semen splattering his feathers as he panted from the aftermath.

“Good bird.” Blitzo looked at Stolas’s sticky fingers as they traced over the owl’s body, palm resting flat upon his slightly-bloated stomach.

“That was more than usual.” The words were light, all four eyes eyes glowing as he prodded at it. “You were excited, weren’t you? Wanted to really fill me up- I don’t know if I’ve ever been able to see it like this before. It felt fantastic, and we match now!”

“Oh, hardehar. Come back when my jizz makes you puke up acid and your gut starts moving.” Still, he couldn’t hold back a half-smile as he rolled his palm over his still-erect cock. “So, good and bad news.”

“Mmmm?” Stolas tilted his head.

“Good news is that I’m ready for another round already.”

“And the bad news?”

“Whatever this heat shit is, it didn’t go away yet.”

Stolas tapped the middle of Blitzo’s face as he grinned. “Ah, so it’s only good news, then.” He pulled Blitzo into a kiss and the imp shifted onto his lap before pressing up against Stolas's face, not caring that Stolas was a sticky mess but only that his mouth and that beak felt perfect at this exact moment.

They had plenty of time, after all, and now that he was here, Blitzo planned to enjoy every damn second of it.

[starfleetakaashi]

thinkin about ceo!atsumu w his secretary!reader 👀 he'd fck her against the window (which is wall1!1!1) so while world can see how good he fcks her

im gonna go insane _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

send me sinful asks!

“yeah, y’like that?” atsumu has his hips rutting inside you, cock hitting your sweet spots like it was the easiest thing ever. you were beneath him, chest pressed against the clear windows of his office, mouth open as you couldn’t help the moans leaving your mouth like a mantra.

“i-it’s so g-good!” you pant, hands on the window, not even caring that there were a few people watching as you get your brains fucked. although atsumu’s office building was a rather tall one, he had multiple offices throughout the floors and currently, he was fucking you in the fifth. with the window covering the whole wall, a lot of people can see the inside; hence, they can see your tits being pressed as your face was contorted in pleasure.

“ya like havin’ a bunch of people watch?” atsumu smirks, reaching his hand around to play with your cute little clit. “so dirty, havin’ yer boss fuck your pretty cunt like this,” he grunts as your walls clamp around him from the pressure of his fingers fiddling with your clit.

“c-cum...” you babble, and atsumu’s eyebrows furrow, trying to decipher what you’re saying; although, he already knew what you were saying. “c-c-cumming!!!!” you cry out, shaking underneath him as your legs nearly gave out.

atsumu grins, finding joy at the sight of you cumming hard around his cock, and the fact that people below were shocked, mouths wide open as some tried closing the eyes of their kids.

[fuck-customers]

idfc anymore

I was tempted to go anonymous but I am far too tired.

I haven't really made a post yet, I've just been following this blog for quite a while as a release as I'm sure is the same for most. But things have changed and I thought for the better, not so sure now.

this does not include the 2nd job I'd gotten WHILE working this one, which put me at 7 days a week, a little around 60 hours a week, for 9 months. That in itself was hell and requires an entirely different submission.

It'll probably get long so just scroll to the tl;dr at the bottom if you want idc.

When I had just graduated HS, I waited the summer out before applying for a job. I already knew I wasn't going to college - a 2.3GPA isn't going to get you anywhere, especially when you're in the working class just brushing the poverty line. Getting loans is not something I wanted to do either, since everyone I'd ever met, seen, or heard who'd gotten them were miserable fcks.

At the suggestion of a relative I dropped off my resume everywhere it interested me. I got hired. Things looked good. I bonded with one of the coworkers, wasn't so bad. But I was inexperienced. And their idea of 'training' was to send 3 different people from 3 different parts of the business to train me on their own time, separately, and then argue about it because either something was miscommunicated i.e I was taught to do something one way but another person said that was wrong so they'd scold me and then "re-teach" me. This went on for a few weeks.

Okay, cool, fine. Whatever. That's stupid, you do you. Shit kind of improves. But because of this miscommunication, I get a write up for talking to one of the co-workers about something I wasn't supposed to because technically they're NOT a coworker and I don't find out exactly what that means until later (paid under the table) nor was I told I couldn't speak to them about the fact that this random ass volunteer was not only getting in the way of my work, but was being a safety hazard for my clients, despite my many warnings and corrections. Because obviously we are a hive mind and I must know that 1. Do not speak to paid-under-the-table "employees" 2. Do not tell mentally unstable child to not crawl into bin and taunt clients 3. Especially do not ban him when he was spraying the hose nozzle directly at clients.

So I get a "strike". Boss lady holds out her fingers and ticks them off once by one, as If I had made a horrible grievance upon the business. I'd only been working there for a few months, I believe. Still early, still new. Still young, fresh out of HS. 

A little back story cause I really feel this is integral to the story and hopefully for those with the same issues will look at this like "ye same" and those who haven't might be able to understand the following actions on the part of myself and others. Either way, here you go:

I've got diagnosed C-PTSD, Anxiety, Depression Bipolar, and ADHD. It has been heavily suggested I also fall along the Autism spectrum (by various doctors and nurses). I am also a victim of emotional, psychological, mental, and physical abuse (with a little stockholm I recently discovered, it's not something you yourself are generally aware of and now that I am it's ... It's worse than if I didn't know.), and I have been suffering with it for as long as I've been consciously aware to the present day. I don't always like to be so forthright with this kind of knowledge because there are quite a few people that either don't believe me, or then don't think I'm reliable enough to function and/or work. So it's usually best I don't.

And during the entire time of my employment there, I underwent a lot of manipulation and emotional abuse. A lot. By a person who believed they were doing a service for others. 

The months go on. I continue to be mistreated but it doesn't get bad until my family decide they want to adopt from the shelter boss lady also happens to run. I'm at work and I am notified of the cutest little puppy who had just gotten surrendered. I immediately asked my parents if they'd like the foster (we'd been looking for a 'family dog'). Said yes but couldn't get down there. I said that's fine, I'll fill the paperwork out. So I go to the other side and I fill everything out, we're set. We go home later on and she fits in perfectly. We decide then we'll adopt her come morning when the shelter opens up again.

Morning comes, I'm about ready to walk out the door to go to work, but I'm sent a message from one of the coworkers. "Bring the puppy in" was essentially the message being sent. Puppy's mom had originally surrendered puppy because she couldn't find a place to live that would accept dogs. So she surrendered her. But then in the morning she found a place. What a moron. Anyway.

Boss lady accepted her to having her dog back. No communication to me other than "Bring the dog in". Well we were about to adopt. Essentially what this scenario was turning into was: You work for me, therefore I 1. Don't have to explain myself 2. You work for me 3. The dog is my property.

So I'm texting the coworker back and forth like "Uh I need a little more info, also my parents want to talk with the ACO". This takes way too long, I eventually get the number, mom and ACO have a chat. I thought it went well. Apparently it didn't. He was giving her the script, paraphrased and a little blase. Moms pissed, understandably. She blows it out of proportion, note she's a psychotic bitxch and does this often with everything involving life but I can see where she's coming from with this. I'm like alright well I have to go to work, good luck barring the doors from the "Police". We go to work and it's kind of fcked.

We open the doors and everyone goes silent and turns towards us, in the kind of way you know they were just talking about you. Cause we got everyone in one room. The Boss Lady, the girl txting me over the phone, the ACO, some unnamed volunteer[s]. It's fcking uncomfortable and idk whats going on. The coworker I'd been txting was known and a little too happy to gossip, run her mouth, and cause problems. I was not surprised this was what was going on, but it didn't make me any less pissed.

Boss Lady confronts relative who'd dropped me off at work. He barely says a word, just stares at her, while she's maybe a couple inches from him. She says things like "Don't stare at me like that, this is how it works" "They are MY property, and as MY property I CAN call the police and they WILL show up on your front door do you want that?" "Peeriet, go with him to get the dog so I know she's coming back." And other really really volatile bullshit. The fact that she called the puppy her PROPERTY, threatened to call the POLICE, like...I was there during all of these interactions. My texts were neutral and just asking questions, my moms convo with the ACO was really calm and easy, and the relative was doing nothing but standing there and staring as she went off her rocker. So. 

I said no, I have to go to work, I'm not going with him to get the dog but he's going to get her. So he goes, I clock in, I leave.

I go to my job and vent to my coworker about the situation because I was still trying to wrap my head around it, when the ACO shows up wanting to have a private "chat."

The fcking conversation went something like this.

"So uh, you really care about your job, right?"

this fcking asshole was alluding, in so many words, probably to get the point across while also saving his ass so if I had gone to anyone saying he THREATENED MY POSITION OVER MY HEAD TO MAKE ME COOPERATE it may have been a problem. Wonder why.

So I said yeah, it's not even an issue also, they're bringing the dog back, etc. They'd even said because I filled out the application under my name that I was liable for anything to happen if it were to happen and that, because it's under my name, well, shucks, this is all your responsibility at the end of the day, we can wipe our hands clean and call it good.

Even though we were following the 'rules' and never once 1. Yelled 2. Caused a scene 3. Refused 4. Or threatened.

So that's settled. I thought. I go home and moms pissed. Que the next few weeks of absolute stupid shit storm via the internet by way of her leaving a trail of bad reviews. Of course this falls on me.

Everything my mom ever did or said, was my fault, as they "alluded" because we can't tell the truth in this business lest we be taken to court for whatever illegal activity we're probably doing behind closed doors.

So that started a whole new thing. They're hatred becomes amplified. Coworkers I'd bonded or befriended just outright stopped talking to me, barely acknowledging my precense and going to my manager for anything, including relaying messages to me. This did not stop for another 2 years.

So eventually things calm down, as calm as it could get. I continue to get harassed a lot, manipulated. I get injured at work fairly frequently, more than most - injuries that required medical treatment. I lied my first visit because it was after work. I was truthful the other time. I'd already been told by a few coworkers but Boss Lady specifically had a few special conversations with me about not telling any of my family I got injured at work, "Because you know how your mom is". They always spoke too sweetly, too nicely and feeding me excuses to cover up the real reasons. And I'd been so used to abuse my whole life that stockholm was bleeding into my work life and if anyone has ever fcking experienced that, it is fcking hell.

So I didn't tell anyone.

Until I'd gotten injured real bad. A dog had clamped full jaws onto my leg and shook. I had an indent for every tooth, including at least 3 deep punctures. I had it disinfected, shot a water missile into the punctures to make sure debris was out, wrapped, and given meds, orally and topically. I limped when I went home. And at the weekend went bye, I continued to get worse emotionally. I couldn't keep this a secret, I was experiencing actual physical pain because of the situation I'd been put under and I, mentally, could not cope. So I blew up in the kitchen. I had a meltdown, I showed my leg, I explained what happened, I said sorry but that I couldn't hide it anymore. 

The next day or days at work I told boss lady I couldn't hide it. I just couldn't. She backpeddled, explained "Oh no no, you shouldn't feel like you have to hide it, I never said that." This was her keyphrase after being called out for every single threat, warning, and manipulation. "I never said that.". Because it was true. She didn't. She said it in a way that couldn't hold her accountable in any true legal situation.

Months go by. I continue with the abuse not just at home but at work now. Abuse most people wouldn't even consider was abuse, but unfortunately I'd been groomed for this sort of thing my entire life, so when it happened at work? I fit in so naturally I didn't even know it was abuse/wrong until I'd left. 

And the real kicker is that she knew of my mental disorders. Because when stockholm had got me good, and I was especially tired, and I'd suffered some real hard shit at home, I'd break and I'd confess to boss lady in hopes of some kind of understanding: See, this is what I deal with, please don't mistreat me.

I wrote letters. I tried talking to her one on one. I tried working so hard at work to show how good I'd gotten.

Each letter was misunderstood. She'd bring me into her office after our oral talk and tell me that, because of what I'd written, I could be misunderstood, taken 'at my word.' "Well it says here that you don't ... want to work with your clients? Well if this is true then I legally can't have you with them. Because you wrote it. And legally I have to put this in your file." So I had to rewrite it, delete everything incriminating so I was left with my personal feelings.

Talking with her wasn't possible. She used tactics my mother does, so I physically couldn't talk, and I did, it was only "Sorrys" and "Thank yous" and accepting I was wrong and she was right and yes, I understand.

Working hard didn't work. I paid for my training personally and attended a school solely to improve. I kept making mistakes though. I wasn't good enough. I was doing some of the work my manager was with none of the pay, none of the acknowledgment or acceptance. I brought her in money, and clients, and good reviews, for nothing more than what I'd already had. Because she knew I wouldn't fight for it. Because she knew I'd continue giving her money and she didn't have to shell out anything more. And legally she didn't have to, because I had no experience, I was out of HS, and no official schooling.

But she'd always give me 'tidbits' of 'rewards'. The kicker for anyone with stockholm and/or abuse is you can basically continue to abuse them without too much issue if they 'reward' you and make it seem like they're doing you a favour. You know what I mean?

So she'd have occasionally 'positive' conversations, or she'd 'comment' something good about me, but I really loved when she'd give me a .50cent raise about twice in 2 years disguising it under her "charity" when it was probably because it was actually required. Cause in her office I was like "Why do I have a .50cent raise?" "Why are you asking, that's not something you normally ask when getting a raise." "???" "It's cause -....Just be thankful" Yeeee you see that? See that? How she almost said something but didn't? Yeah.

When she hired a new person they actually made about the same as me but more than another coworker, who'd been there longer, and when asked, boss lady said she basically didn't want to pay him if he wasn't sticking around (What kind of bullshit is that). He was. He corrected her, and his pay got fixed.

Again, months passed. Sometimes It'd be so good and I truly loved my job. I formed relationships with the clients to this day I can't think about because I get emotional. And every time she would critique me. Make things harder for us, she'd always be watching us on the cameras, and if she didn't see us, she'd assume we weren't working. She'd even come out of office to walk by just to watch us as she passed. 

2 months ago she made some changes. She'd hired someone that was her irl friend. The entire business save 1 or 2 people, were connected either by blood, marriage, or irl friendship. Which wasn't a good thing.

So she hires this new manager. Does ok for maybe a week or two. But then they started making some changes. She redid how we did our payments and filed clients in a really convoluted way. We went back to the old system in a week.

Then she switched everyones schedules. Really inconveniently and without asking anyone for confirmation like she said. She never even spoke to me like she did the others. 

Then she wanted opening crew to take our lunches back to back. Which made the early morning person take their lunch 6-7 hours after they'd already been clocked on, and me take mine only a couple hours after I'd been clocked on. Well, what about the afternoon crew?

Afternoon crew, as Boss lady told our manager and new morning crew person, didn't have to take a lunch now because of the new schedule. Which put him at over 5/5.5 hours anyway, despite the hour cut.

My hours were being cut. She'd just hired new manager and new morning crew, who'd taken over everything of mine previously. She'd also already fired a few people, and the new minimum wage mandatory increase was right around the corner.

I watched my hours. I waited. Few days pass. The next week comes, everyones on edge, I'm a fireball.

She tells us we're not allowed to keep our "belongings" with the rest of the other clients when we're on lunch. We must remove them into an entire separate room, because they would otherwise make our numbers higher (of total clients allowed in a space per person ratio) and thus become "illegal". We'd been seen by a health inspector twice in a year or so by request of a client who wasn't too keen on our 'policies'. Boss Lady was adamantly covering bases, which meant fcking everyone over.

It was kind of the last straw. I applied elsewhere, got accepted, and left. I spent 2 weeks after my last day literally going through a detox/withdrawal. I became physically ill. I had mental breakdowns about once every couple days. It was hell, it was horrible. I hated every minute of it.

Someone else left. A month later another person left. Several people that'd gotten hired have already been fired. And apparently a business too similar to the glory days of the place I'd left, has moved a couple blocks down the road to a second location. 

I've gotten a new job, but It's only partially an improvement, and I am still affected everyday by the abuse I'd suffered at that place, coupled with everything I already go through at home. And I am tired, and I do this alone, and I've been looking for a place to move into for years but minimum wage isn't a livable wage.

I am tired.

tl;dr how tf do you even summarize that?

[psychewritesbs]

the anon who asked about Megumi and Toji here, thank you so much for answering my question! I love your answers/posts with all that mental gymnastics and investigation, really!

I want to add something: Toji died in 2006, Megumi was even much younger the last time he saw Toji, so I understand if he doesn't remember everything about his father, especially if said father was absent. What made me think of 'repression/suppression' as you said, is the fact that he couldn't even "make the connection" with what happened in Shibuya, and we know Megumi is a smart boy. I mean ... he remembers that his father married Tsumiki's mother but it seems like he doesn't even remember his father's name? he can't make the connection between the name and the man who looks a lot like him? so I thought it could be somehing psychological? that's why I came to you with my question, to know your opinion about. I almost always see that Megumi's apparent disinterest in Toji is taken as a "normal" disinterest, and not as something deeper, with pain and anger behind it. thanks again!

P.S: the headcanon you brought up... it already hurt me to think about little Megumi, now even more.

P.S 2: sorry if there are mistakes, english isn't my language.

HEEEEEY anon! Welcome back. お帰り！

Thanks for the kind comments ;^; some times I do wonder if my mental gymnastics aren’t a bit on the deep end LOL, so I appreciate your comment a lot.

Man... all I'll say is that I'm glad I'm drinking coffee bahaha.

Put your thinking hat on because we either have a maths problem in the chronology of events or Gege has no clue about school-aged children.

Ok so... hear me out...

Regarding Toji dying in 2006, I've always wondered if that panel of baby Megumi looking all sad was Toji's last memory of him--it kind of feels like it.

It just didn't make sense in my head that it was the last time Toji saw him because Megumi looks younger than a 6 year old in the image. 

Again, I am going by this idea that Toji married Tsumiki's mom when Megumi was 6 years of age (or in the 1st grade). And it’s not like one can make assumptions about 2D characters and their age.

If we do the maths, per the manga, Gojo is a second year (16/17 years old) during the Hidden Inventory Arc. Which means the events in the arc took place approximately 12 years prior to 2018, or as you say, in 2006.

(i.e. if Gojo is 28 in 2018, he would have been 16 in 2006)

BUT... if we do the maths again, per the manga, Toji married Tsumiki's mom when Megumi was in 1st grade, which would have been around 2009 (i.e. if Megumi is 15 in 2018, he would have been 6 in 2009).

Wait... what?

UNLESS, by 1st grade this is meant to be Kindergarten and not Primary/Elementary school? Which would have meant Megumi was 3 at the time, which would mean it was in fact in 2006 that Toji married Tsumiki’s mom.

Anon. either we just totally found a plot hole or I totally misinterpreted what "1st grade" is meant to entail.

It depends on whether the translators localized the text. So I went looking for Japanese raws (as I like to do in situations like these) aaaaaand.....

Nope... it indeed says “when I was in 1st grade” (shou ichi no toki).

So I did some more digging aaaaaaand....

According to romajidesu.com, it is a noun used for a first year elementary school student. 

I also tried various google searches along the lines of “1st grade kindergarten Japan” but everything always came back to 1st grade = Primary/Elementary school.

Thoughts?

I have the feeling that since Gege revealed when Toji married Tsumiki's mom prior to starting the Hidden Inventory Arc, he probably did not think to double check his dates when he started the following arc.

It wouldn't be the first time he makes an honest mistake.

Maths aside...

Ya your train of thought makes a lot of sense!

If Megumi was indeed 3 when Toji abandoned him, then it would make all the more sense that Megumi does not remember him and we can just assume it’s because he was too young to create long-term memories about Toji (that hippocampus was still very much developing).

THIS TAKING PLACE IN 2006 WOULD EXPLAIN SO MANY THINGS TOO bahaha. 

Also, I was totally thinking the same as you. 

Like... Megumi, dude... you might as well be looking at your reflection in a mirror!

I look a lot like my either of parents depending on who sees me, but it’s not like I'd be able to recognize myself in them.

Honestly, your ask sent me on a goose chase because I have always seen Megumi as someone who represses himself. Part of it is my personal interpretation of some of the panels, and part of it is because that’s what the Jungian shadow is partly about--a storehouse for repressed materials. 

So from that perspective, in my head, it makes sense that Megumi would repress memories of Toji. Repression is baked into his character from how I see it, and he learned it from daddy.

But alas, we don’t know that with certainty because Gege has not made a somewhat canonical explicit statement about it.

Megumi’s disinterest in Toji

Yeeeees, totally. I’ve seen that perspective about how Megumi truly does not care about Toji. Evidence of it is considered to be Megumi canonically saying “I don’t care where he is or what he’s doing”.

I may be contradicting myself here since I totally just wrote about what I consider to be canonical and how implied subtext is open to interpretation.

That said, my personal interpretation is very much based on real Psychological science:

From developmental research, I can tell you that a young child’s life completely revolves around their caregiver because it depends on them for EVERYTHING to survive in the world. 

It isn’t until a child gets to be around school age (don’t quote me on the age, I could be wrong and I didn’t look it up this morning) that the child starts exploring relationships outside of the familial unit. This exploration of relationships outside of the familial unit becomes all the more obvious during the teen years.

So, honestly, it makes ZERO sense to me that Megumi might not have some sort of resentment or negative emotional associations to Toji since that period of time he might have spent with Toji is VERY formative emotionally and psychologically.

We’re talking about deep, archetypal emotional bonds and Developmental Psychology here. Needing to be looked after by our caregivers is baked into our human nature. 

Consider how, from a Neuropsychological perspective, all of Megumi’s experiences with Toji were basically shaping his brain. And the only way Megumi would not care about Toji is if Megumi was truly unfeeling and unemotional since birth--in which case we would have a kid diagnosed with an antisocial personality disorder.

That’s also how you get a character like Tokyo Babylon’s Sakurazuka Seishiro shameless CLAMP namedrop, and Psychologically-speaking, even he is a conundrum.

But saying Megumi is, without a shadow of a doubt terrible pun intended, someone with antisocial personality disorder, is not an accurate assessment since Megumi is not without feelings or emotions. Quite the contrary, he’s shown to be very caring, compassionate and kind.

While I can’t confirm that what I just wrote is exactly what Gege had in mind, Gege appears to be someone who has an acute understanding of Psychology. What’s more, Jungian Psychology, which appears to have influenced jjk, is not mainstream Psychological science and is instead considered a Depth Psychology because it looks below the surface at the possible root causes of surface level thoughts and behaviors. 

All that to say that, again, I can’t imagine Gege truly meant for Megumi to be truly disinterested in Toji.

Psychologically it just doesn’t make sense.

Personal side note: I remember several years ago, one of my best friends’ dad died in a car accident. 

The image of my friend sitting on the floor, wearing a weird smile on her face and holding a glass full of red wine early in the morning as she tells me “my dad just died in a car accident” is burned into my mind. 

I think she was heartbroken but was not sure how to come to terms with his death.

Now. This man was not a part of her life and whenever she talked about him she often talked about him being physically abusive and an alcoholic. 

I think my friend could pretend all day long that she didn’t care about him, but in the end, when it came down to it, she couldn’t help but care.

Human nature.

p.s. 1 about my headcanon

AH SORRY ANON!!!! bahaha. I am a certified Angst Merchant TM. I either seem to have a lot of unresolved grief or I just have access to a deep pool of collective human grief that I like exploring from time to time because I am also a certified masochist.

tbh I came up with the headcanon one day when I wanted to write a fanfic and I was trying to come up with ideas to write about. The image I kept seeing in my mind’s eye was Megumi sitting alone in an almost empty room, the sun going down, and Toji nowhere to be seen.

Again, going back to this idea that a child should be completely unfeeling in this kind of scenario just makes ZERO sense. Even if it’s a headcanon, if you felt something when my headcanon conjured that image in your mind, just imagine how a child,  Megumi in this case, might have felt living through that scenario.

p.s. 2 heeeeey, English isn’t my first language either. I appear to have mastery of English because I’ve been living in the US for the last 20 years.

Also, I would not have been able to tell that it isn’t your first language if you hadn’t said anything. 

Cheers!

Great conversation. Thanks for reaching out :)

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 211: Ripen—Megumi, on the power of suffering + a bunch of other stuff

Happy JJK Sunday! Gege is a sadistic cat and is going to “punish” Megumi. In case it wasn’t obvious... my favorite mangaka are always sadistic to their creations--I’m looking at you CLAMP’s Okawa Nanase.

So this chapter made me feel like Tomoyo and her adorkable obsession with Sakura...

There’s just something so cathartic about seeing a blorbo be put to the wringer for the sake of character development. And now, my favorite cursed cat is going to pull some machiuvelical, Greek Tragedy, Mexican telenovela style, twist on us. yesssssssssssssss!

I have a nasty migraine so... don’t expect much intelligence underneath the cut. 

Also, did I ever publicly mention that this particular scenario is one of my favorite self-indulgent head canons? You know... Tsumiki turning out to be at the crux of Megumi’s conflict because she’s up to no “good”?

Like just imagine the shock to Megumi’s schema of the world, the pattern interrupt to his logic, but more importantly, his inability to exert his will upon another being’s free will.

THE DRAMA... 

Sea-Urchin-Head

I wasn’t going to write anything for this chapter... 

So my plan was to just be a troll and write about the evolution of Megumi’s hair and how it went from this...

to full on epic sea-urchin-headness proportions.

But like... how to bring up the evolution of Megumi’s hair without also addressing the evolution of the art style and how much Gege has improved over the last 5 years?

And it’s not just the art that has improved from an aesthetic perspective, but the way he draws brings the characters to life on a new level. The characters aren’t static 2-dimensional figures on a 2-dimensional surface any longer...

Rather, the characters reflect their character development and multi-dimensionality in that Gege has also improved at showing emotion...

And how characters express their unique and diverse emotional landscape.

Just look at the sheer terror on his face... have we ever seen Megumi drop the poker face and betray his emotional state THIS MUCH?

This is like the worst chapter reaction liveblog I have ever written...

Megumi, on the power of suffering

If you’ve been reading my rambles for a while, then you know Megumi shares the #1 spot for my favorite animanga character with Sumeragi Subaru (who, interestingly enough, shares a lot of interesting similarities with Megumi). 

I LOVE Megumi and I ADORE the way Megumi is written.

Megumi is, true to his name, a bright light in the midst of darkness. His voice, the voice of conscience trying to find its way in the dark. 

If Gege is a genius at writing poetic justice, then Megumi is poetry in action. 

I’ve written before about how he got off “easy” after Shibuya and how that could mean his moment to shine and have his ego brutally destroyed is coming.

IT’s HERE! FINALLY! 

It’s not that I’m excited to see him suffer... it’s that I know that the suffering will be like turning lead into gold. ok yes I want to see him suffer because fck yeah catharsis my beloved!

Whatever the case, however Gege executes, Megumi is about to have another “come to Jesus moment” like or much more impactful than the one he had during The Origin of Obedience arc.

Anyways. Shipping dynamics aside, whether Tsumiki has been corrupted or is a vessel to a sorcerer from the past, the fact that she is turning “against” (for lack of a better word, don’t hate me, no nuance to be found in my brain today I have a damn migraine) Megumi isn’t just Reggie’s curse activating... it’s a reversal on Remi’s situation with Reggie. 

It’s a reversal on Megumi looking down on Remi for her unwillingness to see Reggie for what he was.

What an asshole! I love him your honor!!!

Perhaps even a reversal on Megumi looking down on Remi for becoming Reggie’s puppet?

You know... just following down daddy’s steps...

Regardless of what happens...

OH, THE DRAMA!!!! 

Like... The implications for how events can unfold are so juicy!!!!!! 

Let’s see where Gege takes it from here.

Hana

Me before Gege finally introduced Kurusu Hana: she’s poison! Don’t trust her! She’s not to be trusted! She’s probably a horrible person!!!!!

Meanwhile Hana:

Also me: Dammit I love her... my symbol analysis was trash looool (or is it?!!!!! we still don’t know what’s Angel’s deal).

Ripen

Just a reminder that the kanji that Gege uses for the word “fate” includes the kanji for “fruit”. 

The timeline has been super confusing so let’s see how Gege executes and brings it all together.

Allright. Thank you migraine. I’m done. I'm over it. Not even proofreading before publishing.

Thanks for reading to all 10 people who usually read lol. Don’t hesitate to say hi or share your own reactions! 

Happy JJK Sunday.

[psychewritesbs]

CLAMPism is a mood.

[psychewritesbs]

Hi once again :D so I've been wondering about zodiac signs of X characters. We have the natal charts of TB trio but not of main X cast (I won't go as far to hope for all planets in signs and planets in houses, it'd be neverending). So I'm curious if you have a guess of at least Sun sign for main characters, such as Kamui (I was thinking air sign for him like Gemini or Libra, but not so sure) and Fuuma by extension, Sorata, Arashi ext.

Ok this is a fun game. I love it.

You've just sent my brain on a goose chase.

...oh the word vomit.

Kamui

Right. So...

Kamui annoyed me at first. So I kind of hyper focused on when he acts like a brat, which I feel is a total defense mechanism and natural response to having been granted so much power so young and having to learn to navigate that power in a "normal human" world must have been traumatizing in itself.

So much to unpack there... which helped me re-consider my initial reaction to him.

Hell, just being left-handed in a right-handed people world is interesting.

The truth is that I had totally forgotten that the kid is actually really sweet.

I headcanon that when Kamui lets someone into his rather tender heart, it's kind of a big deal to him because he cares deeply.

I don't know, maybe when he was hiding away in his subconscious and he was "subconsciously" hurting Subaru, Kamui realized he could let his guard down around Subaru. Subaru then became the sort of open door through which the rest of Team Heaven could enter Kamui's heart.

So it makes me feel like he puts on a mask and sometimes he doesn't realize that he's doing it himself. And the mask is only there because he's trying to protect himself.

It's a very interesting duality because it almost feels like two different versions of the same person. And as the story progresses, Kamui becomes less and less bratty and more and more committed to protecting Fuuma.

So... because of this, my best guess is that, aside from the obvious twin star deal, Kamui is a Gemini.

I honestly don't know many Geminis but I understand Gems have a bad rep as being two-faced? Maybe I don't get it because my ascendant is Gemini and it's a trait I take for granted.

But there's just too much duality not to be either of the three signs with dualities to them (Gemini, Libra and Pisces) and yet not enough flowy energy to be a Pisces or balanced energy to be a Libra.

The fact that he represents the Magician in the x tarot deck also points towards duality--as above so below.

Fuuma

Fuuma is, of course, the opposite.

He's super kind in the beginning. Very mellow, good at sports, fantastic son and brother--typical good boi Fuuma.

Once Kamui chooses "emotional connection" to other humans (team Heaven) and starts changing as a result of his choice, bad boi Fuuma comes online.

Now he's kinky and doesn't value human connection because he has a connection to the sentience of the planet--he has a more galactic sentience now*.

Ok, I know there's more to Fuuma than that but I just boiled him down to this because he sort of acts like Kamui used to act when he's first introduced into the story.

He's detached and plays with others as he pleases. I headcanon that because Fuuma no longer feels human (unable to form connection to other humans) he finds amusement in being able to see people's true heart's desires since most of the time human desires come back to human connection.

He even tells team Earth they don't need to do anything together. And writing this I'm realizing everyone in team Earth has some sort of lost connection to someone.

Come to think of it, it's almost like their two personalities form an X where Kamui is half of the x and Fuuma the other. And as the story progresses, they switch places.

For that reason... I want to say that Fuuma is also a Gemini by default... but my intuition is saying Taurus because of the Earth connection? Maybe there's some Earth in there. idk.

There's just something very steady about Fuuma's personality plus so oooooo kinky. Fuuma likes to get touchy (Seishiro's touchyness pales in comparisson).

Very Earthy...

Meme credit: @noa-ciharu

Very touchy with his affection as you so eloquently pointed out when you created this masterpiece above.

Sorata

I love Sorata's character archetype.

That guy who is just super friendly and optimistic. Nine, Duo Maxwell, Sorata--this is always one of my types.

For that reason, my gut says Sagittarius (my descendant is in Sag). Just a straight up dose of strong, optimistic and friendly Jupiter energy.

Funny enough one of my other favorite Sailor Senshi is Sailor Jupiter who is, of course, a Sagittarius.

Arashi

I love Arashi. She's a warrior princess, super feminine, super strong, super beautiful, always has an air of mystery around her.

So stupidly beautiful... like an untouchable doll.

While I know she's meant to be 300% deeply introspective and introverted af, since the girl says like 3 things throughout the whole manga, I can't help but think of her as a blank canvass where anyone can project themselves onto.

Come to think of it, she reminds me of a more confident Komi from Komi can't communicate. Komi sort of suffers the same fate of being so quiet, mysterious and beautiful, that people project onto her when in reality she's very human.

Arashi is also not overly emotional or fiery, so she's neither water nor fire sign.

My guess is that she's a Libra because in the tarot deck she's temperance. She defo has very balanced and temperate energy going for her.

But even though she’s not very emotional, I also get Scorpio, just because of her deeply introspective personality.

Karen

Ok, I need to interrupt this astrology of anime broadcast to share that Karen and Aoki are so tragic.

My god Nanase, you sadist.

They are total OTP material and so into each other and he's married.

FFS.

Leo.

I'm over it. Moving on...

Aoki

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

I can't even.

This hits too close to home.

Also, really I don't have a clue.

Yuzuriha

I honestly don't know about her...

Subaru

We already know his sign but there should not be a reason for me not to include a picture of this gorgeous boy.

Looking forward to your thoughts! I am honestly not sure I am very good at reverse engineering Astrological signs from Psychological traits. But this was FUN!

[psychewritesbs]

Right, so... apparently TB omnibus volumes are considered rare collectibles and could net me $810.38 USD if I was ever desperate enough to sell my copies and someone else was ever desperate enough to take them off my hands.

I paid ~$20 for volume 2 because volume 1 was gifted to me. That's a $790 profit.

Kids, buy manga, it is a good investment!

[psychewritesbs]

normal anime/manga fans be like: 

oh have you read this amazing manga with this amazing plot?

CLAMP fans be like:

“oh hai, wanna angst together?”

“fck yeah let’s! What kind of hurt are you in the mood for today? Fuukam or Seisub?”

@noa-ciharu​