#gather what youve got and run

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

smile for the camera!

pairing: needy dom!abby x sub afab!reader

summary: abby records you while you suck her strap cw: strap sucking, recording, oral, praising, strap fucking, overstimulation, pet names.

a/n: ignore how i havent posted in like 2 months and take this as an apology!

even though it isnt real abby loved it when you sucked her strap, she loved looking down at you seeing the faces you make. watching you touch yourself as your tongue worked around her cock. what she especially loved was recording you.. whenever you were away she'd watch the videos she would take of you. "fuck baby you always take me so well" abby huffed out, every thrust she made in your throat she could feel it rub against her clit. gathering your hair into her hand she had a firm grip on you "g-god i love that pretty mouth of yours.." she moaned out leaning her head back as her eyes closed, muffled moans escaped your lips as her cock went deeper in your mouth, gagging here and there. you rubbed yourself through your panties you were soaked and you couldnt get enough of her, you loved the feeling of her in your mouth. "you wanna touch yourself princess?" she asked in a low husk and she looked down at you as she pulled your head back a bit and you looked up at her through your eyelashes, glancing up at her phone as she recorded your pretty face on her cock. you hummed in response nodding your head eagerly, looking desperate. "go ahead and make yourself feel good baby, youve been so good for me.." she grunted out, you loved the noises you could make her do. with her permission you reached in your panties, drawing circles around your throbbing clit, you moaned against abbys cock more and you bobbed your head faster making the strap rub against her more. "fuck y/n.. just like that, youre doing so good baby" she mustered out between moans. you gripped her thigh with your free hand, it would probably leave a mark.

you felt abby's thrust pick up a bit, you could tell she was close from her shaky moans "m'gonna c-cum.. fuck" she huffed out as he grip on you tightened, her legs started shaking a bit as she hit her climax calling out your name dragging out the last bit. she almost dropped the phone. she pulled you off her cock and you let a breath out, panting. she grabbed your chin making you look up at her, you looked a mess with your hair everywhere and drool dripping down your chin as you looked up at the camera. "youre so pretty baby." she said in a sweet whisper giving you a kiss, as she pulled away you chased her lips a bit wanting more. "lay on the bed, ass up. now," she ordered and you mindlessly obeyed her. she sat down her phone, she was gonna need both hands for this. she got get getting behind you and grabbed your hips caressing you softly before slapping your ass, leaving a print. you jumped a bit surprised and a moan slipped out. you were dripping wet for her, the way it ran down your thigh drove abby crazy.. it made her feel so in control seeing the effect she had on you. "is all this for me sweetheart? you wanna cum don't you?" she said teasingly as her hand reached down and took her middle finger running it along your slit, sending chills down your spin making you moan softly "y-yes, i wanna cum.. please abby.." you pleaded out, you hated but loved her teasing at the same time. it just made you want her even more. "since you asked so nicely.." she said lowly, you felt her rub her cock against your slit teasing you before sliding inside of you slowly, you loved the way she stretched you out. "oh fuck" you muttered out between moans. "oh baby you're so tight.." she huffed out as she gripped your hips, pushing herself all the way in. she let you get comfortable for a bit before she started thrusting in you, slowly. her hands ran along your waist and ass. "a-abby.." you moaned out as you lightly gripped the blanket, "yes baby? c'mon use your words i know you can.." she said moaning softly "f-faster.. please." you begged, you knew she loved it when you begged. "as you wish my love" she mustered out, the grip she had on your waist tightened as her thrusts grew in pace making your moans grow louder, it was like music to her ears. "atta girl.." she grunted out through gritted teeth. you felt her reach her hands around your waist as she started rubbing circles on your clit adding extra stimulation. "o-oh m'god" you moaned out and her fingers moved faster matching the pace of her thrusting. her hand moved from your waist to your back pushing you into the bed as her thrusts grew rougher as she knew you were getting close. you gripped the blanket moaning out her name with curses following behind, your mind was just drawing blanks and all you could think about was how good she was making you feel. "cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock come on.." she huffed out

after a few more thrust you let out a loud breathy moan as you came all over her cock. but that didn't stop her.. she kept going, she took both her hands grabbing your waist slamming you against her. she couldn't get enough of hearing your pretty moans. you whimpered out as her thrusts became too much, "a-abby.. please.. s'too m-much.." you whimpered out, she got in a couple extra thrusts before she stopped. she was breathing heavy and as were you. you collapsed underneath of her holding onto the blanket still, feeling your legs shake still a bit. abby leaned down kissing your shoulder and neck leading up to your cheek leaving a sweet a kiss "you did such a good job babygirl, you took me so well" she said in a whisper against your ear "lets get you cleaned up"

[gogomatthew]

You’re mine

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Mutual masturbation

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST HERE🎃💗

warnings: stalking • mutual masturbation • semi public sex • humiliation • phone sex • paranoia? • mentions of violence • let me know if I missed any •

A/N: sorry about the KTOBER delay.. this ones a little dark but ill make up with a sweet one next week! reminder english isnt my first language but feel to correct any grammar mistakes

summary: Spencer fears he is being stalked after receiving gifts from a secret admirer only to fall for her • MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

“Hey whats wrong?” Morgan stops Spencer as he rushes into the BAU frantic with an orange envelope at hand “Gather everyone in the conference room please” he gets out of morgans grip and makes his way there. “Whats this about?” Hotch walks in confused on the whole situation, raising a questioning eyebrow at Spencer “Ive been on edge the past month and yesterday I received this..” he hands the envelope to Hotch. Inside theres a handwritten letter with the words “I know you were thinking about me” and multiple photographs of Spencer jacking off in his room.

Truthfully he didn’t want to show anyone but this was getting out of hand. In the photograph his room was illuminated by warm toned lamp, his mouth hung open and anyone with half a brain could assume he was letting out sounds of pleasure, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly, while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick as he lazily sat on his desk chair with his trousers hanging around his ankles. Hotch’s eyes go wide for a second as he quickly puts the pictures away only making his subordinates blush grow a burning pink. The team share a few glances and connect the dots in an instant. “Morgan you have experience in obsession crimes.. what do you think this is?” Hotch asks after analyzing the letter he spoke up “Are these the only “gifts” you’ve gotten? any other notes we should know about?” morgan glances up at him making sure to put emphasis on the word “gifts”

“I-I mean theres always a lingering feeling im being watched and I got a bouquet of flowers last monday along with a letter every other day from a “secret admirer” but I didn’t think much of it.. I just assumed some neighborhood boy was playing a prank on me..” he says running his fingers through his silky brunette hair, clearly stressed out “looks like you’ve got a groupie” spencer looks back down to morgan “HUH?” morgan hands the letter back to spencer “The writing is clearly written by a female, its dainty and not aggressive.. almost as if to show her love and devotion to you instead of threatening you. That isnt to say she wont get violent later on.. it may trigger her to see you with another woman around her age maybe something set her off and decided to finally make her move.” hotch lets out a breath “Morgan, Reid, you stay here and find a motive, Prentiss and I will go to the scene and try to get more geographical information on how they even managed to take these photos.. wheels up in 30” and with that everyone’s getting to work.

They made a geographic profile, retraced steps, came up with a profile and even a plan on how to catch the unsub. “We think our unsub is a female in her mid 20s, if you were to cross her path shed blend right in, shes not very confident or careful but she is smart, if you bumped into her she’d apologize even if it wasnt her fault, she has an obsessive personality though she probably doesn’t even realize it odds are if she were to go through a psychotic break she would only go after Spencer or people close to him so we don’t have to worry about civilian safety” after notifying the local PD they develop a plan.. Emily was going to pretend to be Spencers girlfriend, holding hands on the subway, walking him home, spending time in his apartment ect, to get a rise out of the unsub, it was a long shot that youd even buy it if youve been stalking spencer but it was worth a try “you sure you got this?” she looks up at Hotch as he adjust her mic pack and silently nods as Spencer copies her movement.

That afternoon he and Emily walk out of the subway station hand in hand making their way to his apartment, god Spencer wasn’t lying.. Emily could feel eyes on her but couldn’t pin point where they came from but they managed to make goosebumps arise from her. That night there was no love letter at his door. This was either the start of a psychotic break or you backing down. Morgan was stationed at the location they assumed the photographs were taken, assuming you’d come back. Emily spent the night at spencers place and left during the early hours of the morning to make it all the more convincing. After she left Spencer did his morning routine like usual, a shower, setting the coffee pot, changing, grabbing his satchel and heading out but he was stopped by a piece of paper that was stuck between the front door and the frame, falling onto the ground. The note was different, it seemed messy and rushed. It read “Im still here” a shiver ran down his spine. His gut told him to just get on the subway and go to work and develop his highly intelligent team but his brain told him to take matters into his own hands. He stormed out of his building and made his way onto the sidewalk hoping to be able catch you before you got too far. He had the profile now all he needed to do was find you and he knew just how to do that. He stormed into the subway station proceeding to walk a little faster than usual. He felt eyes on him and immediately he turned around and met your eyes by sheer luck. He kept his eyes on you and you stayed frozen in place looking away from his gaze but not moving an inch.. could it be you? He knew morgan always trusted his gut and maybe it was time he did the same. As he started approaching you your eyes went wide and you sped walked away. You fit the profile, the only thing they didn’t mention was how attractive you were. He caught up to you quickly having the advantage of long legs “hey” he puts a hand on your shoulder giving you goosebumps “im meeting my girlfriend for coffee but I dont know which track to take.. do you think you could help me?” he give you a nice smile that you return but he notices your demeanor going cold at the word girlfriend.

“yeah totally! where are you meeting?” your fists are clenched at your sides, this was almost too easy “Virginia coffee house” he says simply “you’re gonna want to take the 53, it should get here in about 10 minutes.. that’s actually where im heading too” he smiles a little wider “I don’t suppose you mind waiting with me then?” you nod “not at all!…” you fidget with your fingers “actually im gonna go to the restroom” you turn to rush off with him hot on your heels, he wont forgive himself if he lets you get away.. he has to trust his gut when it’s screaming right at him he needs to know more. He follows you into the bathroom at the station which is thankfully empty and locks the door behind him “Spencer what are you doing?” you say and quickly realize your mistake as his expression falters “I never said my name was spencer..” your eyes widen as you start to back up into the sink “sorry I- my brains all scattered” you try to play it off with a laugh but hes not laughing. He starts to get closer and closer to you as you continue to step back “heres what I think and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but just know ill know if you’re lying, I study human behavior for living but of course you already knew that” your backed up completely into the sink and have nowhere to run as he continues to get closer until he finally towers over you face inches apart “I think you’re my little groupie.. I think you watched me get off and took pictures to touch yourself too.. I think you leave love letters at my door.. I think you’re jealous of my fake girlfriend and I think..” he whisper the next words right into your ear “you’re desperate for me” he hates to admit it but some animalistic part of him just wants to take you right there in the bathroom and make you scream his name to humiliate you just as you did to him. You’d proudfully admit that his accusations made your panties soaking wet, having to squeeze your thighs together for any friction.

Just then a loud knock at the door interrupts you both breaking away “whys the door locked?” you hear through the door “you’re right” you say before speeding off and disappearing into the crowd as soon as the lady at the door gets it open. Spencer rushes out ignoring the strange looks he gets but ultimately looses you. He lets out an exasperated sigh and with that hes on his way to work.

Coming back to an empty apartment was never fun but he couldn’t shake his head off with what happened just a few hours prior in that bathroom. He starts palming himself through his trousers and groans wishing it was you. He unbuttons his jeans and pull out his dick, stroking it as it fill the room with the wet sounds of his precum smearing all over his shaft “fuck” he sits at his desk and there he sees you. You’re on the balcony of the building across the street. The complex next to the one morgan was previously situated at the day prior. Camara leaning next to you, phone in one hand as your other hand starts to glide down your abdomen between your thighs successfully getting a whimper out of Spencer.. hes never been this exposed. He hears his phone ring and you mouth at him to answer it and he obeys. You let out breathy whines as you start to circle your clit matching the pace of the hand wrapped around his dick. His eyes are open staring straight at you, he dosent want to miss a single second of this. His own morality not even bothering him anymore, not when he feels this good and has this view. “Fuck” He stands up from his seat and walk closer to the window, he starts to glide his hand faster even teasing himself by running his finger through his slit “mmm” he knows you can hear him but he cant hold back his sounds god hes never felt this good under his own touch, he thinks it’s pathetic he has to imagine its your even though you’re only a few feet away. “faster” he demands. His ty is loosened but his shirt is still on and how you wish you could just see all of him, you insert 2 fingers into yourself struggling because theyre not long enough to give you as much pleasure as you need, you lean over the edge and hold on to the railing of the balcony giving spencer a better peek at your tits “you’re fucking c- crazy” he says with heavy pants inbetween every word “me? im not the one stroking my dick to my “stalker” god you hated that word but you heard him refer to you as that before, he lets out a deep growl “yeah well im not the stalker” the call is filled with whines and moans from both ends, you start nearing your climax “im gonna- hah-“ your words are cut off by your loud whimpers “aww cmon baby- you can write someone whos never even seen you heartfelt love letters but cant- ah finish- mm your own sentence” hes teasing but in reality hes in the same position as you “fuck- you” his open mouth turns into a smirk “bet youd like that” thats it, something in you snaps and your practically screaming and writhing in place as Spencer delivers his final pumps to his cock before he’s leaking cum onto his own chest with heavy whines as he tries to catch his breath with his eyes closed.

When he finally opens them to see you shock is evident in his face when you’re already gone and the line is left ringing. He buttons his pants and runs to his front door trying to catch you but instead his eyes land on another envelope. He opens it expecting it to be another love letter and pictures of him jacking it only to be met with photographs of YOU touching yourself, your mouth dropped open, hand on your pussy, only showing the bottom half of your face, the note attached reads “you have my phone number now.. id appreciate going on a date with you before you turn me in - your dearest Y/N” god this was going to be fun.

[kyuteflesh]

price / soap / f!reader

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* soap wants u real bad + being prices property = threesome

this is just a little unfinished thought. plotting up a storm rn. unprofessional for them but let me live my fantasy pls.

⚠️: degradation, slight smut, mainly just price yapping, +18

you were the captains bitch. everyone knew that.

from the way you came out of his office stumbling, new hickeys showing up every other day.

soap had been plotting on you since day 1. unlucky for him, price got to you first. he just had the charm soap lacked ig.

was that really the case tho???? or did price just ask you out sooner?

here you were, pinned up against the wall of johnnys room. his brawny arms keeping you restricted. tonguing your mouth, wanting more.

“we can’t be doing this, johnny. if he finds out, we’re both as good as dead”

“if you would just keep it down, then he wouldn’t possi—“

that’s when a fuming price burst through the door, materials clanging so loudly against each other you were sure the knob left a hole in the wall.

soap quickly backed away from you. temperature dropping, hands clammy. looks of panic coming from both of you.

“forget to lock the door eh, mactavish? ‘m sure you won’t make that mistake again. not after i have a fuckin’ bullet going through your thick, idiotic skull.”

price approached you, you were cowering under his much taller and intimidating stature. “please don’t kill him, john. he must’ve had too much to drink- i don’t know just please!”

scowling at you, inches away from your face. you could feel the steam radiating off of him.

“don’t hurt ‘em, ey? why should i listen to a whore who can’t keep her legs closed for any man? that’s all i’m gathering out of this.” price slid his hand down your pants, running a finger between your folds.

pulling it back out, he let out a measly laugh.

soap could do nothing but nervously fiddle with his thumbs.

quite the dumbass he was, trying to enter someone else’s property. he was stuck regretting every single decision leading up to this moment.

“look at this, johnny. look at how wet youve got my little cum dump. isn’t that something?” smiling, he wiped his finger off on johnnys neck.

gulping, he finally was able to muster out a few words. “i’m so so sorry captain, sir. it won’t ever happen again i—“

“pfft, johnny, lad, you’re such a pushover. grow a pair. you wanna fuck my girl? at least let me show you how it’s done first.”

WHAT DID HE SAAAYYYY??!!!!

“what?!” you both gasped in unison.

“you heard me. now y/n,” having a seat on the bed, price started to take his dick out. it was still soft.

“make me hard. let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.” he patted his lap.

you were too stunned to speak, nervously sweating, blushing.

“are you deaf all of a sudden?” price spat out. he was losing his patience.

you quickly complied, not wanting the situation to escalate any further.

you lowered down to your knees, giving his tip a soft kitten lick. you began to take his whole length in your mouth. hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue roam.

it was only a matter of time before you could feel him stiffening, hitting the back of your throat.

price took his attention away from you, looking up to johnny. “you want this?” he beckoned, running his hands through your hair.

johnny just nodded. ashamed of the growing erection in his pants. “come take my place then”

you were in doggy, face full of johnnys cock. pussy soon to be full of john’s cock. funny!

price gave your ass a firm smack. you were nervous. this was the first thing you’ve indulged in anything of the sort (a 3sum, that is).

johnny squeezed his eyes shut. not believing what was going on. the woman of his dreams giving him the blowjob of his life. his higher up fucking you from behind.

teetering back and forth between the two, you barely needed to put any effort in.

price was fucking you hard enough to where you didn’t need to bob your head for johnny.

it would be foolish to think that none of you were enjoying this.

you got to be used as a fuck doll by these insanely hot military men. dream come true.

[shinjisdone]

Hii! Hope youre having a marvelous day. Is it ok yo request Thorfinn x nun!reader? In a scenario where Askkelad and the others raid a church, and the reader notices Thorfinn is injured so she rushes to help him, showing compassion to the people who are destroying their holy ground,,,, and Thorfinn is like, infatuated with how delicate the reader is with him.... pretty please

S1!Thorfinn with an Nun!Reader

Kinda hesitated and didn't wanna put too many religious things here.

TW: Heavy mentions of religion, killing and raiding, religious objects belittled in the eyes of the vikings, the line 'love your enemy' Is used as a reason to help Thorfinn, mentions of Thorfinn being your savior

This one is really interesting.

Imagine the Danish vikings invading an English coast town and moving their way to the church. They only act as mercineries yet still they chose to be brutal.

Thankfully, all you could do was hide and so far no one seemed to have found you. Staying here was a death wish, for the vikings would take their time to gather anything of value, anything covered in gold. That included your holy intruments.

Sneaking out as best as you could, you quickly found all exits to be crowded by them. They knew survivors were here and knew they'd want to leave.

It seemed pointless. You were destined to die here in the church.

Though maybe fate had a different plan for you.

Stumbling across a young man - leaning against the wall, injured and panting. Something urged you to help, to guide. After all, you were taught to love your enemy.

Quickly you hurried to his side. The blonde startled and a part of you knew you were doing something foolish. The blood, the clothes, the dagger in his hand.

And when you touched him, he spoke unintelligable words to you.

Clearly this man was part of the vikings that are attacking your holy ground.

Still, you choose to love your enemy.

Your touch was gentle even as you hauled him into a safe room. You patched him up using the church's belongings.

The rest of the band is heard screaming on the other side of the door. Yet you chose to stay here, treating him.

Thorfinn cursed at you. Can't you see that it isn't safe here?! Just a second too late and one of the men are going to barge in and kill you!

You aren't safe here! Even you cannot be that foolish to not know!

He belittles you in Nordic. Though you may not understand, you do get that he isn't very pleased. Whether or not he tells you to run or threatens to kill you himself, is something you cannot tell.

Instead you gently responded in English. Thorfinn only knows a few words but not enough to understand what you are saying either.

You are both foreigners to one another. Hunter and prey.

Still even in his injured state and stubborn mind, the man's eyes widened. Your touch was the most gentle he has ever felt as you treated him, took out a needle and sew each cut shut - so softly, akin to a sigh that hit his skin caked with blood. As if you weren't allowed to have him feel any more pain.

His grunts slowly subsided and he simply watched you tend to him. Shouts and screams continued outside, both of you clearly heard metal clanking and furniture tumbling down. You acted as if they didn't exist now.

You acted as if nothing but Thorfinn existed here.

Lips pressed into a nervous line, the pain ceased as he started to feel his heart beat against his chest instead. He shifted in his position and you asked if something was wrong.

His pupils widened as the blonde made a face. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as his breath got caught in his throat again and again.

It frustrated him but he managed out a careful: "...Thank...you..."

His pronounciation was awful but you smiled at him nonetheless. It made his heart beat faster. The warmth in his chest was all he could feel.

Getting up and inspecting the work youve done, Thorfinn grew quiet. Standing still in his spot, he hung his head contemplating.

For a moment you grew frightened as he drew his dagger yet he took your hand with his other. You couldn't understand what he whispered but he was already dragging you behind him, with you having no chance but to follow.

It was as clear as they that this young man was part of the band that is attacking your church - yet as he rushed through the hallways and dragging you with him, contantly on the lookout for his bandmates while keeping you close to him - it felt like he was a hero sent only for you.

Thorfinn made sure to be out of anyones's sight at this point. If one, no matter who, was to spot him, he was ought to kill them and that was something he hesitated to do in your presence. There was no need to upset you, especually when he was trying to find a damn way out of this place.

He took you and ran - ran and ran and ran beyond the church doors and beyond the town up until a place seemed the most safe to him.

The young viking looked at you and spoke, even as you understood nothing. With a few more words he pointed towards north before pushing you to its direction but staying back.

There was a soft gleam in his eyes and you reckoned there was hesitation in his heart as he reluctantly let go of your hand. His fingers slipped off yours as he stared at them as if it hurt to even part from your touch.

Again, he eyed you up and down before pointing forwards. First he ordered in Nordic, then in English.

Thorfinn stood as unshackable as a mountain but his eyes showed longing. Still, he pointed.

"...Run...away."

Your enemy became your savior.

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay soooo i kindaa had a silly idea and ran with it…. Fem!dazai who’s a monsterfucker with an AFAB!reader who is ALSO monsterfucker?

-Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

Reader then looks up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when reader can’t pick on,she just covers their eyes and makes em pick one.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk. Honestly I doubt she’d mind~ I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

I hope its okie and not too much😭

ALSO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW U WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!!!

Lets just imagine my icon is um lactose free cheese?(is that a thing?)

Anywho! OMG GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!!! Ive got exams on monday too #A Levels🥲 I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!!

Stay safe! Study well and i believe in you!

-🧀

DEAR LORD 🧀, WANT SOME WORD COUNT LIMIT WITH THAT ESSAY 😭⁉️

I love how dedicated you are lol.

But you’re missing the part where Fem!Dazai would get a double sided monster dildo just to share with you so you could fuck yourselves stupid on it. And she only gets more enthusiastic about it when your pussies meet in the middle and your clits rub against each other 🤭

OOOO ALSO BONUS BUT UHM, I HAVE A FEM! CHUUYA x READER x FEM! DAZAI SMUT DRAFT SITTING IN MY DOCS THAT WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE WHAT I POSTED INSTEAD OF JUST THE FEM! CHUUYA SMUT 😶 I had the idea written down but I never wrote it. (I want to though.)

[smolweeblets]

Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

~~~~~

Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

[storiesofmyhead]

Part 1 to my blurb that i put out yesterday.

I decided to elaborate on Part 1.5 as I was quite fond of the idea.

My OC's name is Valarie, she is an all-white pure doe, who is also a cannibal, her eyes are pitch black. She is the sister of Velvette who died at the same time as her sister at the at of 21.

"Rosie I'm not so sure about this. What if he doesn't like me." I worry.

"Oh sweetheart. He will love you. I just know it. You just can bring up the Vee part alright?"

Taking a deep breath I nod. "Alright. Ive got this."

"Youve got this. Now go out there and get your man."

Sending her a look I walk out of her house.

~~~~

Knocking on the door, I stand outside gathering my courage. I never was the one to just talk to a boy especially, a boy that could just rip my head off before I even knew what was happening.

The door opens to show Alastor in all of his glory, his smile shinning at me.

"Hello! The name's Alastor my dear~ Pleasure meeting you!" He speaks. "Miss MorningStar is not here currently but I can answer any of your questions for now!"

I smile at him, using all of my strength to keep my tail from wagging. "Hello Alastor. I am Valarie, it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart~" He grinned, extending his hand out in a polite manner for a handshake.

Reaching mine out, I grab his as I take in his appearance. My eyes find his red ears and short antlers as they follow his body down to his hoofs.

'So, he's a deer, or I guess a buck. He must have a tail. I bet it would be so cute, though his stupid coat covers it.'

"You know my friend Rosie, don't you?" I ask though it wasn't really a question, I already knew he did. "She speaks very highly of you, you know. Going on and on about how much of a gentleman you are." I smile softly.

"Rosie? Of course, I know my dear Rosie! Very good friend of mine, she is." He chuckles a bit. "She's a very charming gal. I have no doubt she'd talk about me!" He laughs.

I smile knowing that he appreciates their friendship as much as I know Rosie does. "Well, she sent me over here telling me how we would get along, so tell me Alastor. What do you do for fun around here?" My eyes gleam with mischief.

"Oh-ho, you want to know what I do for fun?" A small smile apparent of his face as he leans down to my shorter frame, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mhm." I hum my eyes staying connected with his as I leaned up towards him.

"Well~ Let's see, I enjoy cooking, making deals with other disloyal, miserable sinner, and I must say I do have a rather enjoyable taste for the radio." He grins. "And you, my dear? What do you do for enjoyment?"

"Hmmm~" I hum in thought before grinning up at him. "I do like playing with the feelings of poor, miserable sinners. Oh! or maybe making them suffer while I tear them apart limb from limb. I feel as if they just taste so much better after they suffer, don't you agree?" I grin my sharp teeth at him, basically drooling at the thought.

Alastor just grinned more, his smile growing wider. "Oh, of course I do, darling! The fear in their eyes, the screams that slowly turn into agonized sobs as they realize no help is coming to their rescue. It's just so entertaining.

"Mhm." I nod before furrowing my eyebrows. "You do seem quite familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Quite familiar? We've never met before, love." He chuckles a small bit, he was certain he'd remember a girl just like Valarie.

"Hm. Well then, I'm glad we've met now." i smile though I rack my brain trying to think of where I've met him before. Inhaling sharply realizing my mistake. Though I've never met him formally, I've heard so much.

'I shouldn't have taken Rosie up on this offer, when I recognized his name I should've stopped her and declines but it was just too tempting. The way she told me how we would match perfectly, had my little doe tail wagging like a puppy seeing it's owner after they left. Vox is going to be so angry if he finds out.' My thoughts run wild.

"Is something the matter, dear? I couldn't help but notice your small huff." His red eyes were trained on me like an eagle, every small detail of me, I knew he noticed. His cane tapping the ground as I think of an answer.

I clear my throat and shake my head softly. "No, nothing at all. I just remembered something Rosie told me is all." I chuckled nervously.

'Fuck, please don't find out Vox.' i think.

"Oh? And what did Rosie happen to tell you?" Did she mention anything about me~" He had a small sly grin playing at his lips, I knew he could sense my nerves. 'This would be so fun unravel' Alastor thinks.

"W-well." I stutter.

'Stutter? When the hell did I start stuttering' I think.

"Nothing much, only that she thought we would make the best of friends." I smile batting my eyelashes at him.

He chuckled once more, his grin getting even more wide as he listened to me stutter. "Oh, darling, I can hear the nervousness in your voice~ Are you sure that's the only thing she told you?"

I felt as if he was a predator, and I was his prey that he had caught in his trap, he'll continue to slowly close the gaps on me until I can't move.

The ears on the top of my hear twitch as my tail wiggles a bit. "Nope." My cheeks grow red.

'What the hell is going on. I've never felt or acted like this before." I thought.

"I know you're nervous and trying so desperately to hide it~" He was so close to me, as his cane dropped to the ground. "Your face is all red and your tail is wagging. You've either caught a fever, or your nervous. And I have a feeling it's not the former."

I giggle and take a step back. "Ah yes, I do feel a bit hot. I think I am coming down with something."

"Oh?" He takes one more step towards me, closing the distance once more. "Really~ Is it because you find me so enticing?" He grins, his head leaning down and his voice now but a whisper in my ear as he slowly grabs my hand. Bringing it up to his lip, he gently places a kiss on it.

My eyes flutter a bit as I weakly shake my head.

He slowly lowers my hand from his lips, holding it as lets it hang between us. "Is it because you have a thing for tall, dapper men?" he chuckles a bit.

"U-uhm. I-I should get going. I'm sure Rosie is dying to know all the details of our conversation. You know how she is." I say making no movement to leave.

He grins once more. "Hmm, really?" He held my chin in his hand, causing me to look up at him, my face red.

I can feel my tail wagging no matter how hard I try to move away I can't.

His hand slowly moves up from my chin to the top of my head, gently rubbing it. "Aww, look at you! You're a pretty little thing~ You remind me of a adorable, tiny doe stuck in the headlights of a car~" He coo's.

Humming at the sensation as he pets my head and ears, I barely hear his words.

"See? You're like a puppy for me! So cute, so small. So easy to manipulate!" He takes step closer, his other hand slithering onto my waist as a sly look held in his eyes. "So cute and so. Submissive~"

I whimper a bit. "I... really should... get. Going~" I say still making no move to leave.

'Why am I acting like this. I'm an overlord for fucks sake.' I think.

He grins as he slowly tightened his grip, pulling me closer to himself. "Hmmm. Are you sure? Because the tone of your voice says the contrary~ You say you're trying to leave, but your body says no~"

"Mhm." I hum. "Vox is going to be-" My eyes widen at the hidden information I just let out.

Hearing the name, instantly made Alastor's expression change from what once was flirtatious to now serious, his eyes wide. "Repeat that." He demanded. It was the first time in a while that Alastor would let someone see him with a genuine shocked expression, and when it faded, it was replaced by a glare.

"I- umm." My breathing labored. My pitch-black eyes, that said to anyone who looked at me that I was a cannibal, wide as my tail and ears twitched nervously.

"I said repeat that." His expression was harsh, his hand gripped my chin once more, forcing me to look at him. "Did I hear correctly? Vox? As in that big screen bastard with blue eyes?"

I whimper. "I didn't want to ruin this I-I'm sorry. I'm part of the Vees. You've never seen me before because I hand out in cannibal town more than I do them."

His hand let's go of my chin, instead grabbing me by the arm, his grip quite strong as it stung a bit. "Of course you're with that damn bastard." he growled.

'I had no idea as to why I felt the need to apologize, but ive never felt this feeling before. My death coming at the young age of 21 led me to never fulling feel the connection between someone else. The connection I had just broke between us. Maybe there was never a connection, and it was just me, but it doesn't matter because it's all gone now.' I spiraled. My eyes dart to his hand that held my arm as I winced a bit at the pain. My ears laid back against my head.

It seemed that Alastor realized how harsh his grip was as he loosened it. "Apologies, I don't mean to be so harsh love. It's that prick's fault. He's pissed me off and he's a damn pain in my ass."

"I-it's ok. I'm sure you want me to leave now. I can tell Rosie it just didn't work out. She'll be sad, but I can tell her that I just didn't feel anything."

He stayed quiet and thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm. How do you like Vox? he's one of your friends, correct? You talk to him and spend time with him?"

"Mhm. I guess so." I shrug.

He grinned as he gently ran his hand through my hair, his expression changing to his usual joyful one. "Well, love, how about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of deal?" My eyes looking up at him wide with curiosity.

He grinned as he lowered himself to be eye to eye with her. "Well dear, it's quite simply actually. Just to be mine. You'll spend lots of time with me and as an added bonus~ You'll be able to get back Vox. How does that sound, sweetheart."

"Why would I want to get back at Vox? He's always been so kind to me. Being a part of the Vees has given me so many things."

He slowly ran his hand through my hair once more, a small chuckle slipping from his mouth. "Of course, he's been nice to you~ He's putting on a kind mask for you. he would never admit it, but he treats those he sees weaker than him like objects. He's a lying, greedy, sadistic bastard. You'd be much better off without him, sweetheart~."

I look down. "But what about my sister, Velvette. She'll be so mad at me."

He held my chin once more, this time much kinder than before. "Darling, who cares what she thinks? And plus, I'll be here to protect you~ You don't' have to worry about a thing~"

"I don't know. I just can't leave my sister like that." My eyes connect with his. "If I accept- what would that mean for my freedom. I already have quite a lot as an overlord especially since I am one of the strongest of the Vees."

He hummed as he let go of my chin, his hand now resting on my collarbone, as his thumb gently rubs at my neck. "Oh, darling. When you become mine, I wouldn't dare hold you prisoner, unless it's in my arms~ I'd let you have free reign of the world, and you'll have the privileges of being my darling. Does that not sound like a good deal?~"

I can feel myself getting red at the thought of being his. "But we just met. How do you know if you really want this. I don't want to be led on or used because of my status with the Vees." I pout up at him.

He chuckled softly at my pout as it looked adorable in his eyes. His hand moves a piece of my platinum blonde hair out of my face. "Of course I want this, sweetheart. And let me tell you, I don't often like letting a girl under my wing, so you should take this as a compliment. You're a sweet, strong, and beautiful girl. Why wouldn't I want you~"

"I-I don't know." I say nervous.

he grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked down at me. "So is that a yes... That you'll be mine~" His grin widened as his hand gently cupped my cheek, tilting it upwards.

I sigh, contemplating it, before nodding.

He grinned wildly as he quickly scooped me up in his arms, lifting me up and holding me in his arms bridal style. He chuckles, nuzzling my neck affectionately. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm gonna have so much fun with you~"

I giggle at his affection wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nuzzled me more, placing small kisses along my neck and shoulder as he held me close. "You're so small and adorable. You're the perfect size for me to pick up and hold~ I bet you'll look so cute in my clothes as well." His eyes widen.

I feel myself heat up. "What is with this affection. Rosie told me you never were one for it. " I smile.

"Ah- You were talking with little miss Rosie about me?" He grinned, nuzzling my cheek. "Is that so?" He chuckled. "Rosie's wrong. I love giving affection to my partner. Someone I could share it with privately."

Turning my head I place a kiss on the tip of his, nuzzling it. "I really do have to get going. Rosie will start to believe you killed me if I don't." I giggle.

He grinned, placing yet another kiss on my cheek. "Aw~ Just when I was starting to enjoy this affection time? I suppose you're right, love. i guess we can't keep her waiting." He pauses setting me back down of the floor. "But before you go, I have on request."

"Mhm." I hum, looking at him patiently, love evident in my eyes.

He grins holding me close, rubbing my waist gently with his thumb. "Why not give me a kiss before you go, love~"

My eyes widen at his request as I stand still.

He pulls me closer until I was pressed against his body. "Aww, don't get too shy on me now, love. After all, I'm sure you've been wondering how it'd feel to kiss me, haven't you~"

"I-uhm."

He chuckles before surprising me as he gently cupped my face in his hand, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Don't be shy love. I know you've been wanting it~" His face lowered to mine as his lips met mine. It was a slow and gently kiss as his hand moved down from my face to my waist, keeping me as close as possible.

I hum into the kiss, melting into his body. He in return smiled into the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

I pull away and smile at him. "I really do have to go now."

His grin still pulled on his lips, he takes my hand and kisses the back. "I suppose you're right, love. Can't keep Rosie waiting."

"Goodbye Alastor." I say softly.

"Goodbye, love." He kisses my forehead. "Remember, you're mine now~ And I'll be seeing you soon~"

[blubushie]

okay we know whats the weirdest thing youve seen in the bush but whats the SCARIEST?

Bushfire. Dingos eating each other alive. Croc eating another croc. Weird lights over the Outback without any sound, definitely weren't planes, half-convinced they were aliens. Strange shadows and sounds in the escarpments of Kakadu. Strange noises from the billabongs at night.

The only thing that's ever scared me to my core was my second year in Australia not long after I got my nose pierced by Jack. Middle of winter 2021, I was on some cockie's property taking care of a dingo issue just after sunset. A little cold out, but no wukkas, it happens, part of the job.

I kill this big male and it's the largest dingo I've ever seen. At least two or three times the size of a normal male. For comparison a captive dingo weighs around 18kg/40lbs give or take. This bloke must've weighed somewhere around 25kg/55lbs. Downright impressive. "I'm gonna keep this one's pelt" impressive. So I gather the carcasses together, lay them out, take my pictures, and I separate the big bloke from the group. I do my usual schtick of stringing him up, I take his pelt, and the only skin left on his body is on his paws below his wrists and hocks. I took the tail with the rest of the skin.

So I lower him down, set him back on the ground, remove the gambrel, put it back in Matilda, and I face my van as I drape the pelt over my knee and go to work on fleshing in. All that's really on it is fat, which is weird in itself since it's the middle of winter and there should not be this much fat on this pelt. I've never seen that much fat on a dingo pelt before or since, winter or otherwise, and the dingo didn't look that fat when I killed or was skinning him. Weird, but not that important.

So after maybe 15 or 20 minutes of standing there, I finish my fleshing and roll up the pelt and set it aside. I go into Matilda to get my notebook to log how many dingos I killed (reckon it was 5 total) and their sexes, I walk back out-

The dingo's missing.

The other four are there, but I look over by the tree where my gambrel was and the entire fucking carcass is missing. Vanished into thin air. I immediately get a chill up my spine, I get goosebumps, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and I've got this voice in my head repeating Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wong.

Something's very wrong.

And I get the feeling I'm being watched. I rush back into Matilda, hands shaking like a leaf, I grab my searchlight, come back out with my rifle, and start shining the torch around. I am five seconds from pissing myself out of fear and that feeling of dread is only getting worse. I go back and forth, back and forth, and finally I spot something out in the distance.

And it's pink.

I keep staring, and then this pink fucking thing turns to me.

It's the fucking dingo. It's standing on all four legs, WITHOUT ANY FUCKING SKIN, staring at me with these big eyes because there's no fucking eyelids to cover them. I cut the nose and lips off for the pelt. This is a bare, pink fucking skull with some meat on it but no lips, no ears, no skin, STARING AT ME. ALIVE.

I put a bullet in this thing's fucking skull. There is no goddamn way it's alive and standing there without any fucking skin just staring me, and there it is. Doing exactly that. I run to the driver's side, climb in, and shoot through like a Bondi tram. I didn't even bother securing my rifle, just laid it across my lap and prayed to Nglamudj that whatever that fucking thing was, it wasn't going to follow me.

And people wonder why I have nightmares about dingos.

[kirbyddd]

ultima 4 is sublime

it's unbelievable how well the gameplay has aged. it's not just notable for its place in history, it's a piece of art worth experiencing to this day

you MUST use a notebook though, every secret and puzzle in the game is solvable without a guide and surprisingly streamlined, but you MUST TAKE NOTES

they don't have to be detailed or anything, just when someone says "Some dude in this town can do X" or "I heard theres a hidden path behind the shop in town Y" write it down: "X guy in Town," "path behind shop in Y." Once you figure out the format of what you need to master the virtues it's easy to make a little organized list that basically becomes your guide for where to head next, so there's never really blind wandering around.

the whole game is a network of rumors and secrets, but unlike most old rpgs (and honestly many modern ones), every solution is discoverable in game just by talking to npcs. for everything else the game books literally give you maps and directions

also ignore the spellbook and class info theyre great atmosphere and imagination to read but theyre overwhelming if you think they actually describe the game mechanics as they claim (classes are mechanically meaningless and reagents are like 1g each so youll have infinite of them... meaning in practice spells work the same as in any other game) Ultima games are far simpler than their manuals make out, as is the case for most classic passion projects where instruction manuals were more canvases for the creators to share their dreams for the experience they wanted to create rather than technical reference guides

also dont run from battles it'll drain your Valor that's really the only regular annoyance, but battles only take a few seconds anyways once youve gathered your party so it's not that big a deal

also MAKE SURE YOU TALK TO EVERY SKELETON IN THE SPOOKY TOWN there are a bunch of generic ones who dont say anything but there's ONE skeleton who looks exactly like all the others who gives you a critical hint so make sure you dont miss him. i did and that was the one thing that got me stuck after completing nearly the entire game hgfvhsjsy. that was the only easily missable thing like that i encountered in the entire game so it threw me for a loop. but i guess the fact that it's the only easily missable clue in the game is testament to how thorough and thoughtful Ultima 4's design was compared to other rpgs of the time. JUST MAKE SURE TO TALK TO ALL THE SKELETONS

[ravixen]

can i request minghao, jeonghan and joshua + baking with their s/o? ik youve done smth like this so if this prompt is too similar 2 that then im sry😭😭

svt + baking with their s/o

➔ reaction || requested || domestic!au

➔ warnings: none || 509 words ➔ notes: fluff ; hey there! i actually can't recall doing any specific reactions related to baking other than, like, baker!seokmin? maybe a few mentions of kitchen activities here and there. but yes, this is definitely okay! if you liked, pls reblog <3 it helps so much with exposure

JEONGHAN: he's tasked with bringing cookies to the upcoming gathering, and at first, he considers just buying cookies and decorating them with you, but you insist on bringing homemade ones to be fair to everyone else who's cooking. he accuses you of trying to get him in that new frilly apron you got him recently, and your answering smile speaks volumes. oh, he'll complain about the work, whine even, if only to get kisses as you cajole him into the kitchen, but he does help — he wouldn't leave you to do all of it. i feel like he's really exact with measuring, so he's in charge of that. only in baking, though. when cooking, he tends to estimate. but you have to do the mixing. one time he got distracted while whipping batter and overdid it, and your pancakes weren't as good </3 he swears he'll do it right this time, but you're not sure if you can trust him yet.

JOSHUA: according to one going seventeen episode, he doesn't really eat cake, but he suddenly really wants some. by the end of the day, he will get his cake. because it's so sudden, though, there's not enough ingredients in the house, so you spend some time doing the groceries together and double-checking the recipe list to make sure you don't forget anything. unfortunately, you do, so josh has to run back into the store and pick up more eggs. the actual baking part is easy because you move around the kitchen like binary stars, splitting up the tasks to get it done faster. whenever he reaches over your head to get something from the cabinets, he anchors a hand on your hip and squeezes, and it makes you snort, the way he's still so touchy after all this time together. when the cake is cooled and cut, he insists on feeding you the first bite, even though he's the one who wanted it in the first place.

MINGHAO: you come home and see the ingredients laid out on the counter, everything pristine and ready for minghao to put together. a pie, he tells you once you set your things down and take a seat on the island. he was waiting for you to come home because he couldn't decide on a pie filling...so he wanted you to choose for him. it's sweet, the way he always tries to include you in what he's doing. (part of you laments the fact that he didn't text earlier. you could've come home to a finished pie, but alas.) he won't let you help, though, saying that you had a long day and that you deserve rest. with a frown, you stay in your seat, kicking your legs under the counter, but the frown melts away every time he feeds you a piece of whatever he's mixing. you also realize that he'll let you back-hug him as he works, so now you're peering over his shoulder as he combines the butter and sugar, your arms tight around his waist.

[ventrue-in-control]

[Private] Hey, I'm gonna. Gonna get to te message in a sec. Gonna cry.

Uhhhh status report.

It is not going great. He hasn't spoken to any contacts I have here, which are SEVERELY LIMITED by the language barrier. Like I know where to look, but talking to the people is like, using habe and feet mostly. But from what I gather, just. Maybe the overlap in resources between Henry and me isn't that great. Idk. Which makes me think he's with some independent hunter cell or the SI. Trying hunter cells first by like. Following the money on certain weapon sales, as best as I can. Trying to weed them out from mundane illegal weapon owners.

Other than that I'm as far as the police, which like. That's much too slow. But yeah hey a Wanted man here for like. The Horrors. Murders I think, but English news sources here run shit too infrequently, and it hasn't made international news yet.

So yeah uh. Following up on indie hunters here and keeping an eye out for the SI. Not gonna get Got like the ghoul did. Which. F to her. That was terrible.

But yeah gonna keep you updated! At least he doesn't seem to be travelling much rn, given the amount of time he spends on dash...

Love you <3

remind me some day if ure interested to teach you french. language of love and fashion.

I... you're smart Declan. Youve come so far im so proud of you. and god. thank you. Im so worried about him. I cant have this breach internationally itd be pretty awful.

stay safe though. I dont want u to end up like the ghoul. I know ure strong. but still.... he is trained to kill u. I love you

[thegempage]

i would say "i'm not gonna explain myself" but that gives me anxiety so instead i will <3 except it won't make much sense so

anyway this is about bart panicking bcus he's unknowingly starting The Smithuation™ (he just thinks he fucked up in a regular way) (smith is also there. he is not feeling any better)

Bart was a dead man.

He had been since the beginning, really -- one does not get lugged around town as the hostage of a man with a reputation for killing his hostages out of frustration with particularly high hopes about their survival -- but this had just sealed the deal.

It wasn't as though he'd ever been secretive about the kind of person he was. Bart was a delicate man, one with a heart that yearned for artistic prowess and wilted under distress. He'd survived this long by being good at hiding and an expert at packing the things he'd witnessed in boxes that he never planned to open. Christian knew this (he'd smacked Bart over the head for it, even, and Bart's hands had never fully recovered), and he was sure Oculus knew it, considering he knew everything else about Bart. So why, exactly, were they expecting him to carry a corpse back to their little base?

And not just a corpse! A corpse that was much, much taller than him. A corpse that was much, much taller than Bart who was also a policeman. The corpse of a policeman who was much, much taller than Bart who he definitely knew the name of, and whose partner may not hesitate long enough upon seeing this man DEAD for Bart to get an explanation out. And even if he could explain himself, what was the other policeman going to say? "You were hiding in near apartment the entire time, knew the Priest was going to kill my partner, and waited until after I left to find a place to bury him to come out with explicit orders to steal his body? That's fine, I'll let you hide here until they come to kill you." Unlikely.

But if he returned to Christian without this body, Christian wouldn't hesitate at all.

Maybe that would be easier. Christian knew, clearly, where to shoot to kill.

(He also knew where to shoot to not kill, his meager survival instincts reminded him. He flexed his fingers.)

His phone went off.

justifiedCutthroat [JC] started pestering ascendantArtist [AA] JC: Where the fuck are you bart JC: i know youve got wor$e than noodle arm$ but even you shouldnt even be taking thi$ long. AA: Oh, Christian! Don't worry, I'll be on my way soon, I'm simply figuring out the optimal way to carry this body back without being accosted by the imps. AA: They've started to reappear in the building outside, you see. [smile] JC: I forgot how much i hate texting you somehow JC: dont make u$ wait much longer, oculu$ is getting pi$$y. justifiedCutthroat [JC] ceased pestering ascendantArtist [AA]

God. He was fucked. He was absolutely fucked. He was --

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound was coming from the other room. He was bluffing, mostly, to Christian (there were imps, yes, but they'd run from the gunshots), but they all were dripping with some otherworldly liquid that reeked of alcohol. Maybe they were coming back to get Bart or, worse, take the body for themselves! He couldn't -- he wasn't that stupid. He tried his best to gather the body into his arms, as gruesome as a blood-soaked corpse being carried bridal style was, but this man was quite lanky and much heavier than he looked, and --

Drip. Drip. Drip drip drip drip drip drip DRIP!

Something was hitting his head. Something that felt like it was supposed to be wet and instead just sent shivers of death down Bart's spine, and he didn't even think about what he was doing as he spun around, trying to put his arms up in front of his face and knocking --

He threw the body into the sprite that lived here.

He threw the body into the sprite that lived here and the sprite absorbed the body.

Bart wasn't sure whether he or the newly created sprite started screaming first.

Bart was a walking dead man, and in front of him was the floating, ghostly form of a man who had, moments before, been dead.

The newly created sprite looked at Bart, his left eye covered by a flask that was leaking liquid down his cheek, and began to cry, staring at his blood on Bart's hands.

Bart crumpled to the ground.

[corvidares]

SPLATOON TURF TIPS

these are mostly more basic stuff for people starting out, or those that are only used to strategy in salmon run. obviously, the meta is ever changing. but this is coming from someone who’s played since 2 came out. 

and this does NOT apply to modes like tower control, splat zones, etc. those are all much more specific

this depends on your playstyle / weapon of course, but GENERALLY you want to be balancing between kills and spreading ink

knowing the turf stages will help you. if youre not super familiar with one, try scoping it out (yes, you can load yourself into an empty stage, check it out)

when you have the chance, ink walls that lead up to platforms, especially on your side. you never know when youll need to make a quick getaway

okay everyone makes a big deal of inking base and like yeah thats important but NOT WHEN YOU FIRST SPAWN AT THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. do not ink your entire base or even most of it. your job is to get to the middle and start inking when youre close. quickly survey the area and attempt to take control of it before the other team can. there will be carnage - thats okay as long as you dont get team wiped.

IF anything, ONE person can ink a bit more before they reach middle (think: brushes)

when you die, take a few seconds each time to ink base. that way it will likely be inked by the end of the game but you wont be abandoning the middle, which is the most important area

that also being said, if your team doesnt seem to be in crisis and most are gathered in the middle, if its not the first minute of the game and you see a blank spot on your side (you know, those out of the way paths) cover it! that can make the difference in a close game.

during the match, if someones already taking a sec to ink near base, just head on to middle. and in the beginning, do not all take the same path from base to middle. unless youre in combat there usually isnt any reason to be on top of each other

if you keep dying in middle, take an alternate path, OR attempt to charge your special

before the game starts, pay attention to YOUR TEAMS and the OPPOSING TEAMS weapons. mostly you just need to identify the types of weapons they have. thatll help you get a feel for what kind of fight is ahead

this is obvious i think, but using a special usually makes you vulnerable for a few seconds while it sets up (tenta missiles is a good example), or after its done (stamper) people will see you and try to kill you, especially when you first activate it

try not to get cocky if your team is pushing into the other's base. if you dont see anyone for a bit they have gone around you and are taking middle from you

never give up. generally speaking, unless youre getting absolutely swamped or something went wrong (a dc) the game is not decided until the last 15 seconds. and even then, if its a close match, keep going for every bit of time youve got

in line with that, once youre in the last 5 seconds, stop traveling and avoid fights. you only want to ink as much as you can now

if youre just starting out, your best bet is to decide on a weapon or weapon style (ie - brush, shooter, etc) and get good at it. remember you can test them out in the shop! but at least buy a few to mess around with

have a clear idea of what you contribute to a match. do you focus a bit more on kills? do you slip around to ink as much as you can? do you hang back and snipe? do you get in people’s faces and distract them for your friends? or some kind of balance / combination?

[violentdevotion]

okay so the firing story: she was home sick for 3 entire months and then at the end of the year my boss told us 'so we will not be extending her contract' which first of all. weird. bc all of us have contracts for undetermined periods so why didnt she. turns out she had asked for that herself in a move i can only describe as Stupid: she worked fulltime but maybe wanted to start working 4/5ths in 2024 hence she asked to let her fulltime contract only run until end of 2023 (i say Stupid bc you can just. ask to change your contract even if its for an undetermined period). anyway for the first month and a half she was on sick leave for glandular fever. and after like. idk two months of sick leave, legally, your pay gets docked somewhat UNLESS you get written home for a *different* illness afterwards. now this is purely smth my boss was mad about bc i fully get her but: remember the baby daddy she got back together with? so. she got pregnant again. but then had a miscarriage (which, incredibly sad but maybe a good thing bc another baby would not have been good for either her OR the baby) and was understandably! not fit to work after that! what i feel you can do during recovering from such a traumatic experience: going to gatherings with friends and parties etc. go girl you have to get through this somehow. MAYBE AS A TIP THOUGH: dont post about it on facebook if youve friended your boss who you are costing money and who is big mad about you not working atm. so um yeah he did not like that much. and also she was kind of um. well. underqualified. which! boss's fault for hiring her! if she needs to come along to french and english meetings, and she doesnt speak either of those languages... why'd you hire her!!! that + she was majorly beefing with the manager because she thought that as the boss's PA she had power to do and say whatever. and was bossing around other colleagues, telling the manager 'youre just jealous of me' when she was told to Knock That Shit Off. so yeah end of contract, she sent her badge and key by mail to the office and did not come to say goodbye to us (boss had invited her to the christmas party so she could have an official sendoff but she declined which. also understandable). anyway she had a jacket in the office for if she was cold and she. did not come to collect it. so now every day we hang our coats away and Look at it and Remember. haunting!

that last line...

the contract thing is, godbless her, stupid (as someone with a 1 yr contract that /might/ get renewed we'll see in november who has a friend that was complaining to me yesterday about how they can only find places hiring with 0hr contracts. the thought of having a stable job and not securing it with everything I have is crazy to me)

I completely get what you mean and agree with you with the way she handled the miscarriage the idea it may have been for the best as awful as that may be to say and that it's not wise to post about it when you have your boss friended on fb. even if she was defrauding the company and taking sick pay while not sick (not to say that I think that's what she did) I wouldn't have a moral issue with it but I WOULD take issue with the fact that she posted it FOR YOUR BOSS TO SEE

literally why hire her (good for her though)

the you're just jealous of me is sooo so so so funny though please feel free to send one more ask telling me if she was fun to have around in the office bc she simultaneously sounds insufferable and the most entertaining person ever (in an office)

once again.... that last line. Haunting.

[wandering-dogs]

Hi! I hope this is ok to ask, but why'd you pick a BC to be your service dog? Definitely not judging, because I've been really strongly considering it myself, but everyone tells me that BCs are generally too sensitive for public access!

Oh boy, I just managed to delete everything I wrote on this. =w=;Well. This is REALLY fucking long, so… Under the cut we go.TLDR; there were a lot of personal circumstances to think about between my disabilities, money, and timing, and it was moreso that a BC fit neatly into those than I necessarily wanted a BC from the beginning.

So! First off, I should mention, you’re absolutely correct. When I got Wander, this was a thing I was warned about. I specifically asked for a dog who rebounded off of scares quickly, and I got just that. He definitely recovers fast, but he is, absolutely, a sensitive dog. Moreso than I would have wanted.

But, there were a few things I had to think about that led me to getting a BC, even with the warning that they were sensitive.

1. I’ve seen a lot of successful border collie service dogs. Like, a surprising amount. This was one of the reasons I even started looking into them! That, combined with a few questions placed at a few different people, really made them seem like an option. Not necessarily, the ideal, but…

2. I don’t like the main service dog breeds. Or, rather, I hate living with them. I’ve owned labs and golden retrievers, and I really, truly, did not want to have to live with another. I think they’re great dogs! I think all my friends should have one! But I know myself, and I know that it would not be fair to me or my dog to get one of those two breeds. Even if they have a higher chance of success, what would that have mattered if I was constantly getting annoyed at things that are perfectly normal for those breeds? Poodles, which were another option, I just didn’t know enough about. There’s a lot of grooming that goes into them for one, which I have no experience in (though I’d love to learn) and I know nothing about their temperaments other than they are retriever-y dogs. Which is why I ended up vetoing them to be on the safe side.

3. An organization was likely out of the question. I don’t know enough about organizations and how they should run to tell a good one from a mediocre one, to start. Then there’s also that they normally choose breeds that I just simply don’t get along with. But the real kicker is that I really couldn’t locate one that would work with me. I’m autistic and have PTSD along with some other mental issues. Finding an organization that works with autistic adults? Near impossible. I, to this date, have not been able to locate one that looks decent. And PTSD ones are mostly geared towards veterans, which I am not. The other issue is time frame; I did not have a ton of waiting time.

4. So, I was majorly depressed at the time. Like, sleeping for days on end, not getting out of bed, angry, depressed. This was partially due to processing multiple layers of trauma! The main issue however was that I hit an autistic breakdown. Think of it as a mental break. I couldn’t read for several years after this happened, for example. I still, to this day, have some days where I cannot read more than a sentence at a time without losing the ability altogether. Typing up a paragraph? This whole thing that you’re currently reading? That was a pipe dream for me at the time. And for someone who spent their whole like from age 4 (yes, four) to 19 reading chapter book upon chapter book a day to cope? That was a devastating loss. I have still not been able to read as many books, but I’m improving! (for reference, I’m currently 23)

4.5. Animals are my life. At the time, we had lost our old rescue lab, and just gotten Simon, who had settled in beautifully. I’d intended to see if he would work out as a service dog, but was told no immediately (family dog, not YOUR dog), and wasn’t allowed to work with him. This meant his anxiety worsened because I couldn’t continue his socializing, and by the time they realised I really needed a service dog, it was too late for Simon to have a chance. (He’s also protective, so it wouldn’t have worked out anyways most likely) But, I was depressed, in bed, and had no purpose. Caring for a puppy would force me out of bed. I knew this, my mum knew this, and so it just kind of… It didn’t have a rush or timeline. I was willing to wait. But it definitely was something I couldn’t just sit around and wait years for either.

5. Originally, I’d planned on getting a Berger Blanc Suisse. And in all honesty, I still plan on getting one! I still think they would be better suited to my needs, and I certainly prefer the look and size of them! But, I couldn’t find a good BBS breeder near me, and shipping/flying out was likely not an option either. Now that I know more of where to look, I have my eye on a few, but… That’s neither here nor there.

6. I was worried that the dog would wash out. I couldn’t be sure that I would be able to afford regular training, as I am paid based off of commissions, and knew my parents wouldn’t make it a priority (i was correct). This meant that there was a pretty decent chance that the dog would wash out, because I was the only one who’d be training him. I didn’t really have any local dog training friends, all I had was some practice on Simon and a plethora of videos and research. Which meant that the dog washing out had to be taken into account from the start. I’m not a person who would be able to rehome a dog I raised as my own, though I understand why and how others do. But I definitely needed some sort of backup plan. Border collies are good at sports, make decent pets in case the dog washed out into an ESA, and yet also were okay service dog prospects! Not ideal, but it was one of the closest I could find to an ideal dog. A little bit of sensitivity seemed like a decent trade off for a dog who I knew I could do a ton of things with, even if my plans well through.

7. I’d been looking into BC’s already, more as a backup plan if I couldn’t locate a BBS breeder that would/could work with me, when I got a recommendation towards a BC breeder. I went in, looked at her page, looked at her dogs, joined her pup group and poked around, and finally sent her a message, asking if she was going to have any future breedings that would supply a dog with the temperament I needed. She messaged back saying she had a puppy there already who fit, and we worked out a discount contract. I’d already had some money saved up between commissions and some donations, and my parents offered to cover the rest of the cost. After that, its history.

I’m sure I forgot something, but that’s… a lot of info anyways.

I want to be very clear though, now that I’m at the end.

I don’t regret getting Wander. I am not on good terms with his breeder anymore, after a lot of drama, but I do know a lot of people who own her dogs, and like them very well. I love Wander a lot, and he really was the perfect dog for me at the time. I don’t know if I’d change any of my choices if I had the chance; I can’t claim to know that.He’s not perfect. I’m not perfect. I call him a service dog in training still because I feel that he very much is. I can’t say for sure that I’d wash him out. He has flaws, and I am afraid that they’re worse than I think. But when given the opportunity to act out or be afraid? He doesn’t. He constantly surpasses my expectations.He does have a few issues caused by my dad when he was a puppy; Barking at strangers, for example, or people leaning over him, which makes him a bit nervous.He also is not a perfect dog because I’m not a perfect trainer. With the right experience, I think Wander would have already been a fully fledged service dog. But I don’t have that experience; I couldn’t give him that.

If you wanted reasons to go for a border collie as a service dog, there are plenty.They make great dogs if they wash out. They pay attention to you. They’re ready to go whenever you want or need to. They aren’t grooming heavy. They’re not as talkative as some other breeds (Wander for example is near silent). They’re gorgeous, multipurpose dogs.But there are just as many, if not more reasons to go with a golden, or a lab, or a poodle.So my advice, unsolicited as it might be, is to make sure that your reasons, however many there are, are weighed correctly. I had fewer reasons to go with a border collie, but they were more important reasons to me. They weighed more than the reasons I could have chosen another breed.

Next time, I doubt I’ll get a border collie. But for me, with the timing and other concerns I had? A border collie, especially Wander, was the perfect choice.

I’d also definitely rather have a trainer next time, but I’d also have rather had one this time too.

[hee4won]

how en- hyung line comforts you

warnings: maybe a bit angsty? not really though so none.

a/n: this is kinda self-indulgent simply bc school and athletics have been kicking me <//3 but also for anyone that is feeling overwhelmed :[ i hope this helps!! + for my sweetie @avocadosforsale ^^

part two

heeseung

okay. best boyfriend ever award definitely goes to him

you’re stressed out about whatever but you don’t wanna tell him

bc the last thing u want to see is his worried expression :(

like imagine he’s laughing and smiling then he sees you sulking

and now he’s worried

0/10 experience for sure

so you try hiding your frenzied expression from him for some time by staying in your bedroom

but he notices and makes his way up to check on you and sees you on the bed

CRYING.

he wants to rush over to you but at the same time he’s not sure if you’d prefer to keep your space

continue under cut!

so he’ll be standing at the door kinda like

🧍‍♂️ “is there anything i can do?”

in that low voice that’s almost like a whisper and his cute big eyes

my baby ☹️

once you finish sniffling and gather the ability to breathe lol

then you kinda slowly look up at him and ask

“can you just hold me? please?”

AND OBVIOUSLY

He is already on the bed with you

you -> in his arms and

i feel like he’s the type to run his hand on your back or play w your hair

and he definitely hums to you in an attempt to get you calm or just comfortable

that method will more than likely make you fall asleep though..

but hee will gladly cradle you until the sun comes up and he is 100% sure that you’re okay

jay

i don’t see jay as the worrying type but i also don’t see him as the type to like

completely leave you alone

if something is wrong he will most definitely cater to all of your needs

with no hesitation.

“jay, i can literally do it myself”

“no no, you should rest”

he’ll probably cover it up by saying smth like

“i need you in the best condition possible so you can go back to being my photographer”

😒😒😒.

you know it’s just a facade though

he loves you <3

and it would be a lie to say that deep down he’s not super worried

if you have a headache from your schoolwork or a project

he would probably finish it for you

even if he isn’t taking the class

don’t expect an A for that btw ❤️

but if youve injured yourself

then he is on the internet looking up any and all treatments/methods for recovery

he HAS to figure out how to fix the issue himself

seeing you in pain just makes him feel so :|

so expect him to be with you all the time until you’re back to normal

jake

i’m having trouble deciding if he’s the type to be all over you and cheer you up

or just do what you ask and let you come around on your own time

honestly i think jake would feel kinda bad if you got stressed or sick

bc he’s thinking

hey i’m the bf :( why are they so stressed it’s my job to be here for them so this doesn’t happen

so he’s kinda sad ☹️ BUT THEN he realizes that his duties must be filled

will definitely cook for you + do your laundry

literally anything domestic

and if you’re feeling SUPER down one day

he’ll probably make some cute sticker that says

“y/n’s personal caregiver” or “y/n’s maid”

if you enjoy dad jokes.. good luck bc hes on a website with 100+ of them

he just needs to see you smile

bc he can he get kinda worried (yk not knowing if he’s doing a good job)

but you always make sure to reassure him!

and with jake by your side, you get better in no time <3

sunghoon

he doesn’t panic

not on the outside of course

this is literally him: 😐😑😐😑😐 “i thought i told u to manage your time more wisely”

and u obviously don’t wanna hear him nag and show off his maturity rn 😒

so he cuts his lecture short and just goes to the store to get you .. maybe ice cream

or if you’re sick he’ll go get medicine for you :]

still won’t be very open about how nervous he is

bc inside he’s thinking “i’m not a doctor what if i just make them worse”

omg he would have a humidifier and everything

literally forces you to take a hot shower and sets out comfy clothes for you

(you’re on a bedtime btw he is not gonna be caught slacking 😇)

this is the cute part though

when you’re sleeping, he’ll come into the room and kneel by the bed

probably kiss you on the forehead and take your hand in his own just bc he wants to feel you and make sure you’re doing okay

he’ll whisper a sweet little “i love you, i’ll make sure you don’t feel like this again”

AND THEN HES OFF TO BED

Honestly though.

he probably stays at the bedside admiring you for so long that he passes out right there

and now you’re waking up to a cute sunghoon right next to you 🥺🥺