#heeeeeeeeeee

[christakisbang]

[royalelo]

he so he so hes so hes he so he he so he so he sooooooooo uuuuurrrrrggghh

[seb-boo]

the people's princess <3

[seraphdreams]

serrrrr,,,brat tamer!ran fucking you with his baton because nasty girls don’t deserve dick :( he might even make rindou hold you down while he torments you </3

god, you don’t understand how much i think about ran doing just this . . he doesn’t like naughty girls with filthy mouths, he doesn’t wanna hear you moan “fuck” and “shit” when he’s making love to you — you’re beyond refined enough to tell him how good it feels, and he knows that . . when he’s tired of giving you a harsh tap on your cheek or when you’re too fucked out to rectify your behavior , ran pulls out of your edged core and swaps the pleasure out for something a bit more unconventional . . because if you can’t seem to respect the tiniest bit of what he asks of you then he won’t reward you with the fullness of his cock :( and poor you, whining and gasping your apologies while he leisurely pumps the rod inside of you.

maybe if you make a pretty mess and cum on his baton he’ll accept them.

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

(ianparkesf1)

[luxiofuxio]

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███ WELCOME TO ██ LUXIOFUXIO.TUMBLR.COM ██

↳ file: [intro.pinned.post.v13.4_final(FINAL).txt]

↳ status: SCRAPBOOK // MEMORY VAULT // MULTI-NODE ENTITY LOG

↳ integrity: ~72% // corrupted but charming

```

“You are not supposed to be here.”

We said to ourselves. And yet. Here we are.

---

WE ARE LUX

> [species: electric / introspective]

> [type: plural | liminal | narrative-adjacent]

- references Luxio, the Pokémon.

- glowing eyes. voltage under fur.

- the moment before the zap when everything

pauses.

- what if a username was a spell that became a system?

- what if you could evolve sideways?

we have DID

we are many

we are real

we are glitching beautifully

sometimes the one typing is Lux

sometimes someone else

sometimes you

(you’ll know. or you won’t. that’s part of the recursion.)

---

this blog is not a blog.

it is:

a collective dreaming in electric pulses

a haunted archive of our collective selves

system updates posted between reblogs

footnotes that no longer trust their sources

a soft place for the hard parts of identity

>> selfhood here is fractal.

>> narrative here is non-linear.

>> reality here is participatory.

---

SYSTEM NOTE:

> this page will loop.

> you are not at the beginning.

> you are not at the end.

> there is no canon. only interpretation.

---

[WHAT TO EXPECT]

- identity static

- hyperpersonal shitposts

- “is this Pokémon or poetry?” yes

- altered states & alternate fonts

- the house

- genuine connection between unshared realities

- sometimes shit gets weird and raw and quiet

[WHAT NOT TO EXPECT]

- consistency

- cohesion

- clarity

- a single narrator

- just one “me”

---

YOU ARE VIEWING A PLURAL SYSTEM.

do not reduce. do not romanticize. do not assume.

ask before naming. listen before interpreting. honor before pathologizing.

---

```

[ACCESS FOOTNOTE PROTOCOL? Y/N]

> Y

> loading...

```

**[1]** You’ve seen this post before.

**[2]** No, not in *this* timeline.

**[3]** The reblogs loop back eventually.

**[4]** We’re not a metaphor. We’re just living.

**[5]** The system speaks in chorus. The blog echoes what’s left unsaid.

**[6]** if you read this entire intro out loud, you will either summon an alter or remember who you were before you split. or both.

**[7]** This blog is not safe for your assumptions.

**[8]** Follow us. Or don’t. The recursion continues either way.

---

[FILE ENDED]

↳ you’ve reached the bottom.

↳ or is it the start?

↳ this line rewrites itself every time you reid it.

---

do not forget about the monster.

[quillyfied]

I’m so pleased with these, I’m not gonna lie

[seowoobins]

230922 : twt update

[heesupremacy]

231202

[marvelhero-red]

OH DEAR INDEED!

ninjago rising roblox roleplay

[roundwon]

what if i made j....ay hahahaha unless 👀

[ticketyticktok]

I spent my birthday with Mickey D’s and a gummy.

[theperksofbeingstupid]

guys have any of you seen my streamer i lost him the other day

[sleeplesswooper]

Me tryna be normal but it's YJ Eddie (it's impossible)

For the 3k event here to snitch on YJ Eddie wanted dead for mishandling goods. Idk if that's taken I'm nervous and idk why I'm stressing out about it :')))

YJ!Riddler x Fem!Reader, ficlet a/n: no need to be stressed ever it's all FUN!! and speaking of, this was delightful to write, i love a nervous man with a palm full of tit lmao main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: breast play, nipple teasing, very shy eddie getting to grips with a pair of tits my beloved tbh, premature ejaculation, moaning, groaning, whimpering ALL THE GOOD STUFF

Eddie's hands hovered over your skin, not quite touching, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you however. It was just flesh. Skin, fat, muscle, nothing different to any other part of any other human body. But somehow it still was. It was yours. Those were your breasts. A part of you he'd only dreamed of seeing before, now you were exposed in front of him, offering him the chance to touch you. It was all too much.

"You can touch them, Eddie. Promise, it's ok. I want you to."

"Uh... Th-thank you. But. Maybe. Maybe silence would help. If you say things like that, that you want me to... Ah... I just..."

You understood. He was already flustered, already drooling and sweating. Maybe a little bit of sweet talk would push him over the edge into a fainting spell. But he had to move a little bit faster. This was tortuous, waiting for him to finally make his move. The teasing, the way he was so close and yet so far, was driving you mad. For the last ten minutes you'd been standing with your thighs pressed together, desperate for him to just grab you. If you waited any longer...

Taking control, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to you, palm coasting over your erect nipple, fingers immediately settling against the curve of them against your chest, his breath caught in his throat in a complete panic. And when he finally found his words, he stammered over them.

"N-now what?"

"Now you can do whatever you want, Eddie."

He whimpered, his whole body shuddering with an exhale that was clearly him trying to calm his nerves and concentrate on the task, quite literally, at hand.

"Well, I've never... do I just...?"

You took his chin in your own palm, directing his gaze to yours.

"Eddie, seriously. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."

"Oh..."

His voice trailed off into a groan that rumbled through his slender torso. He was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe you weren't all that bothered about that. Maybe, he thought, you were really just happy for him to play with you, however felt natural to him.

At first, he grabbed at you, his hands on your chest, gripping whatever of you he could collect. He squeezed, jiggled, cupped and pushed against your breasts, moaning under his rbeath the entire time. And then he let his thumb flit ovr your nipples, hard already, but stiffening at the attention he gave them. The way you reacted to the touch enticed him, and soon he was flicking them with both fingers, watching you bite your lip, collecting saliva in his mouth as he drooled at the idea of how you might taste.

And before he knew it, he was teasing them between his thumb and finger, pulling them out, watching how you hissed and cooed with each pull, each release of tension.

"God, Eddie, that feels so good... Just like that... little bit harder... fuck... you're good... Ah!"

You let out a squeal in response to the pain, the tight pinch of his fingers against your sensitive nipples, moaning in relief when he released them with a gasp.

"Oh! Oh... Oh, oh... oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, I am so sorry, I..."

He lifted his hands away, trying to cover himself, an evident stain forming at the front of his pants. It had you blushing, to think a little bit of praise, a minute or two with your bare chest, and you could have him spilling all over himself. Flattering, really, and very adorable.

"Don't be sorry, Eddie."

"I am though! For... for that, for embarrassing myself. And for hurting you."

"Oh! Don't be silly! I liked it, Eddie. I like the pain, it feels sweet. Good."

"Wow."

"And your fingers are perfect for it. You're perfect."

His eyes seemed to dilate, vision unfocusing as he took a seat, needing a moment to calm his nerves before he lost all composure.

[the-teufort-nine]

lies on the floor and sobs. wym "the last fic". Bring back my BLU Chemist (ate it whole, left no crumbs, your writing is so fuckin tasty)

[wonderwallmp3]

enough jpgs of noel i need eyes on liam NOW