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[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ TOKYO DRIFT — street racer! geto suguru

SUM. racing against one of tokyo’s most renowned underground racers, suguru geto. the stakes? a night with him.

CONTAINS. 5.6k words. mature content, MDNI. non canon compliant/au. x fem! reader. unsafe driving (that i do not condone 🤨). smut. unprotected p in v. car sex. smidge of boob play. tongue piercing geto. cunnilingus. fingering. riding. slapping (m receiving). pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.) some aftercare.

you heard him before you saw him.

the overplayed spotify playlist (composed of majorly lucki and carti because what else could you really expect?) blaring off someone’s bose speaker wasn’t enough to tune out the telltale roar of geto suguru’s skyline r34, paired with headlights that nearly made you see the pearly white gates when he pulled up to the lot.

and because one couldn’t be seen without the other, gojo satoru’s aventador svj wasn’t left too far behind. he parked next to geto, the two cars contrasting one another like ying and yang. while geto’s skyline was wrapped in all black matte paint with white detailing and dark purple rims, gojo had opted for all white and cerulean detailing.

conversations continued like normal, the truck skidding tires and doing donuts in the middle of the lot continued, and yet their presence was ever prominent. a couple were discreet; giving them a side eye glance before whispering back to their friends while a couple others were more direct. coming up to them and striking up conversation.

"so, i'm trying to figure out how to get past 180 horsepower, and..." the rest became a warbled mess, suguru nodding along like he hadn't mentally checked out of the conversation from the moment the guy opened his mouth.

suguru looked around the lot before noticing you standing off to the side. the guy somehow managed to get the clue that suguru wasn’t listening to him anymore, following his gaze before letting out a groan. “don’t even bother. she smoked my ass last week.”

that only made him want to bother even more.

“you’re gonna wanna do some ecu tuning if you don’t wanna spend so much money getting a whole new engine,” suguru suggested, bringing the conversation back to what it was before you noticed the two of them staring like creeps. “you can do some cheap mods like a better air filter or a turbo too.”

the guy’s eyes sparkled up like suguru was speaking out of a religious book, pulling his phone to type out his word exactly. “thanks man.” he gave suguru a bow before retreating, leaving off to who knows where. he turned to look back over at you, watching you scroll through your phone.

“you’re not being sleek, suguruu,” gojo spoke up in a sing-song tone next to him, resting his chin on his shoulder. what a fucking pointy chin.

suguru reluctantly looked away from you to look over at satoru, raising a brow and ready to deny, “i have zero idea what you’re referring to.”

satoru let out a loud groan, right next to his ear and attracting a group of people passing by. getting a few questioning stares in response before he so non discreetly gestured over to where you were standing. looking like you wanted to be anywhere but here. “you’ve been staring at her for like, five minutes now, you’re so obsessed.”

suguru swore the man could’ve had six eyes with the way he picked up on nearly everything. he pushed his head off his shoulder, turning around to face gojo. “one,” he raised his finger for effect, “it hasn’t been nearly five minutes. two, i’m not obsessed. merely… intrigued.”

it sounded like bullshit even to his own ears.

gojo pointed him with a single unimpressed look. “yeah, yeah, go talk to the love of your life,” before suguru got a chance to protest any further, he pushed him off the car and in your direction.

suguru stumbled forward, turning to give gojo the dirtiest fucking glare he could muster before noticing the white haired freak had already gone to bother someone else. the worst you could say was no, right? he swallowed dryly, making his way over to where you were parked. at a distance from everyone else.

trying to avoid exactly what he was about to do just now.

“nice car.” suguru motioned over to your bright, shiny purple 2000 mitsubishi gts, leaning against it all too comfortably. as soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to facepalm immediately—he sounded just like every other dick at the meet.

and well, you, on the other hand, you actually found it kind of nice. he didn’t try to automatically assume the car was a boyfriend’s, that you had no idea of where the gas tank even was.

“thanks.” god, the look of sheer awkwardness on your face nearly made him ask you to run him over.

and despite that embarrassment gnawing deep in his mind, suguru continued. “this doesn’t really look like your scene,” he remarked, looking around at the lot. it resembled a high school cafeteria in a sense—everyone finding comfort in their own clique. well, everyone except for you apparently.

“it’s not,” you were quick to answer, nudging him off your car before leaning against it yourself.

“so why bother coming then?”

you gestured over to where your friend was standing next to ryomen sukuna, leaning against his hellcat where they were making up or arguing? you couldn’t really tell anymore with the two. “apparently it’s a waste of money to modify a car if you’re not bringing it out to meets.”

suguru shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. and you had to force yourself to look away, not wanting to ogle just how well his muscles strained against the leather of his jacket. “if you like it, it’s not a waste.”

you gave a small shrug of your own, seemingly happy with letting the conversation die out here and now. suguru, get out of there. is this how the people who came up to him felt?

“what kind of mods have you done?” again, suguru sounded like every dick at the meet. but he was pulling at scraps, trying to see what would get you to open up a bit.

just enough to continue a conversation with. why he needed to talk to you so bad, you weren’t sure.

“you asking to inflate your ego or out of curiosity?” you questioned, looking over at him with thinly veiled annoyance.

now that made suguru crack a barely there smile. at least he was starting to get more than two word answers. “curiosity.”

“you’re asking me that like you haven’t modded the shit out your own car.”

he leaned forward, meeting your gaze. neither of you broke eye contact. “and i don’t want to talk about my car. i’m asking about yours, pretty girl.”

a scoff left your lips, “what kind of self absorbed asshole doesn’t wanna talk about their car at these things?”

“this self absorbed asshole.”

“self aware too, how humble,” you muttered, letting out a quiet sigh before starting to get into what mods you’d worked on. from cosmetic: the paint, the rear wing, and the carbon hood to mechanical: a v8 engine that cost you nearly three months worth of savings (excluding the install) and a supercharger.

suguru’s attention didn’t falter once while you were talking, occasionally nodding along. it was the most animated he’d seen you throughout the night. he figured it wouldn’t hurt his luck to ask one more question, “so how’d you get into doing car mods, anyways?”

“my dad’s a mechanic. he worked on his own cars for a while, fixing them up and stuff to sell. but as corny as it is, i guess, i started getting involved after watching the fast and furious movies,” you explained, looking over at suguru, “how about you?”

now you were asking about him? he had this in the bag, for sure. he answered your question, talking about how he’d gotten inspired by some of the movies as well. it was surprisingly.. not the worst conversation you’d ever had. he was easy to talk to, great at listening and remembering.

and then he remembered what the guy said earlier. “race with me.” a simple suggestion, like he was asking you to go on a walk to the park with him.

“what’s the catch?”

suguru clicked his tongue, pressing a hand over the left side of his chest as if you’d made it your personal mission to wound him, “can’t a guy just ask for a friendly race without having any ulterior motives?”

you raised a brow, giving him an unimpressed look.

he folded in .2 seconds. “okay, okay, fine.”

suguru simply hummed, pretending to think. like he hadn’t been planning this for the last half hour. “if i win, i’d like to have you for the night, pretty girl.”

“what?” an incredulous scoff left your lips, your face doing absolutely nothing to hide your disbelief. you were half expecting to hear you had to drop a semester’s worth of cash in one night.

suguru had become notorious for scamming finessing thousands upon thousands (mostly to pay off his ever growing pile of speeding tickets) from other guys at the meet.

specifically those guys. those guys that yapped on and on about the importance of horsepower and maximum velocity like they weren’t driving a stock car. the ones overcompensating for a lack of personality.

he did have some semblance of morals, you know.

“i said that if i win,” suguru tilted his head down to whisper in your ear like it was a highly coveted secret, a shiver running down your spine from just how close he was, “i’d like for you to spend the night with me.”

you turned your head away, refusing to let him see just how much he affected you, “and what about if i win?”

suguru simply pulled back, an amused smile on his face that had his eyes crinkling at the edges, “name whatever you want in exchange.”

you didn’t feel a sense of mockery when he spoke those words—and yet it almost seemed like he wasn’t threatened by that possibility at all.

“when i win…” maybe you should’ve thought this out a bit further. you looked around, trying to see just what you could get in exchange before zeroing in on—“your jacket. when i win, i get your jacket.”

“it’s a bet.” suguru didn’t even show an ounce of hesitation when he agreed, extending his hand out. despite having your own share of doubts, you extended your hand out a couple seconds to shake his.

you definitely did not pay attention to how that handshake seemed to last a couple more moments than was necessary.

the conditions weren’t that bad you supposed. if you beat him—you got his prized ferrari jacket and to hold it over his head. and well, if you lost, maybe at least you’d get a good orgasm out of it. maybe.

“we’ll take the backroads since cops usually don’t lurk around at this hour. three laps?” you agreed to his suggestion, walking over to where your car was parked.

adrenaline coursed through your body and the race hadn’t even begun—your fingers twitching as you twisted the key into the ignition. deep breath in, deep breath out. not like it was the first race you’d done.

gojo strutted around the two of you like was one of the women announcing a wwe match, dramatically raising a checkered flag over his head, “on your marks! three, two…”

you turned to look over at suguru , barely making him out through the dark. he’d been easygoing and relaxed when he first agreed to this, but he looked more serious than you’d seen him throughout the night. his right hand gripped on the stick, his foot ready to go from break to gas.

“on- ah! not yet,” gojo prolonged it even further, keeping the flag up above his head. groans escaped from the people standing next to him, glaring over at his way.

“start the race already, dumbass!”

“c’mon, we don’t have all day!”

gojo gave them a groan in response, rolling his eyes. (which could very well serve as street lights on their own if these were to go out) “god forbid a man try to create suspense, fine!”

“… one, go!” he brought the flag down, indicating that the race had begun.

both engines roared to life as the two of you pulled off the makeshift starting point, the screech of tires rubbing against asphalt muffling any other noises from the sides. street lights blended together into a kaleidoscope of colors, each passing you through in a blur.

the cheers from the sidelines became background noise, your focus solely on the speedometer that couldn’t seem to go up fast enough. 60… 80…. 100… 150. and then came a sharp turn. forcing you to slow down.

suguru recovered faster than you did, speeding past you. deep breath in, deep breath out. you knew these streets, the familiar scent of rubber burning with each race, the rush of adrenaline—it was nothing foreign. you sped up, going from 45 to 70 in two seconds, catching up to him.

you nudged past suguru just the quarter of an inch, barely noticeable to anybody but you two. he moved past, more than just half an inch. it was a slow dance, speeding past one another before the other took the lead.

the first lap was over in 2:34:09 minutes, the two of you crossing over the line at nearly the same time.

the second lap was over in 2:34:06 minutes, neither of you letting up on your spot. if anything, you pushed your foot harder on the gas like it’d make the car go faster.

and just when you saw the familiar checkerboard flag waving up in the air, suguru pulled up next to you. you could win, you could practically feel the sense of victory reverberating through your veins.

and just as quick as the feeling came, it vanished.

in a final surge of speed, suguru floored the gas, leaving you in the proverbial dust. you tried—you really did try to catch up, keeping a steady foot on the gas and your grip on the steering wheel tight.

a cloud of smoke exuded from the gtr’s muffler covered your windshield for just a couple seconds as he passed you, the couple seconds that he needed to gain a leg up on you.

you drove past the finish mark at 2:34:15 minutes.

“suguru, my man, that might be your best time!”

“oh my god, you were going sooo fast!”

multiple people were talking over one another, just dying to know what recent mods he’d done to his car, and yet suguru could only look at you. watch as you made your way through the crowd before stepping right in front of him (conveniently ignoring the scowl a girl was sending your way.)

“congrats, you did pretty good with the turns,” you spoke up, extending your hand out. suguru wondered how badly that’d wounded your pride. he cleared his throat, shaking your hand.

he cut off the conversation about whether or not he’d be willing to race a cybertruck, unwilling to plague his mind with the image of that monstrosity. it was already bad enough seeing the occasional one around on the narrow roads for ‘display.’

suguru didn’t say anything, simply getting off his car and pushing his hands into his pocket. he heard footsteps behind him before they halted, the person seemingly changing their mind. good.

he stepped in front of you just the same way you’d done just a few seconds back. “i’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”

“if your adoring fans let you take a break to see lil ol’ me, sure,” you responded, driving back to the lot. leaving him to get eaten by the sharks.

✩ ✩ ✩

you wondered just how suspicious it would look if you were to disappear right now. no one would notice. probably. even your friend had left for the night, continuing to make up with sukuna if you had to guess.

a clean leave. you turned to get in your car before you heard, “you goin’ somewhere?”

a great escape worthy of rivaling dantès' prison break (ie. getting in your car and driving off the lot with the hope that nobody notices) fumbled before it even began.

you turned to look back at suguru, letting out a nervous laugh. he was not convinced. “psshhh, what? no, of course not, i was just getting my phone,” you shrugged him off, shutting the car door.

“the same phone that’s in your hand?”

you rubbed the back of your neck, you weren’t even sure why you were still trying to continue. “oh, that’s where it went.”

suguru let out a quiet hum, folding his arms. “you don’t have to spend the night with me if you don’t want to, y’know. you could chicken out of the bet.”

you both knew you weren’t going to do that. which is exactly how you found yourself in the backseat of suguru’s prized gtr. in an abandoned side of the lot, where not a single soul wandered about.

“you just go around asking people if they wanna race in exchange for a night with you?” you questioned, fiddling with the end of your skirt.

“should i have just tried to ask you on a date?” he responded, letting out a dramatic sigh, “and here i thought i was being swoon-worthy.”

you rolled your eyes. “what would a date consist of with you, anyways?”

“the pinnacle of modern romance, of course,” suguru responded, reaching over the center console to grab the aux cord before handing it over to you with a cheeky smile on his face, “boba and a view.”

you took the aux cord, blinking slowly before daring to ask, “you’re serious?” you wondered just how much of a chicken you would look like if you jumped out of his car right now.

suguru looked at you through the corner of his eye, a quiet laugh bubbling from his chest, “nah, i’m not that much of a slut.”

“you say that like you didn’t just make a bet to have me for one night,” you countered, giving him a pointed look.

“i never said what the night would consist of. for all you know, i could’ve invited you to read car manuals of all things.”

“did you?”

absolutely not. suguru’s throat bobbed. you were too close. even if the backseat wasn’t that big, it was still spacious enough. and you’d chosen to sit right next to him, your thigh pressed against his. he could feel every single shift and movement and it was absolutely killing him.

his fingers twitched against his sides, gaze locked onto your lips and the ungodly way they shimmered. like an invitation. how badly he wanted to taste you, have the taste of you lingering on his tongue and engraved into his brain. you leaned in, “you can kiss me.”

suguru pulled back before you got the chance to get too close, leaving you dazed and confused. no way you’d been reading that wrong all along. you blinked slowly before whispering, “did i do something wrong?”

“no! no, nothing like that,” he shook his head quickly, reaching out to take your hands in his own. you could see the gears whirring in his head—see just how much he was struggling to articulate his point. “i know we agreed on you spending a night with me. but i’m not going to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“i know you convinced yourself i was trying to leave earlier—” suguru only rolled his eyes, “—but i wouldn’t have agreed to the bet if i didn’t want anything to do with you.”

“so why did you try to leave?”

you buried your head in hands, letting out a groan. “because i got embarrassed. there was a crowd listening in when i was acting all cocky before the race.”

suguru reached over, gently prying your hands off your face. “they probably forgot it five minutes later. plus, you’re one of the more talented drivers i’ve seen.”

“you mean that?”

“yeah, of c-mmph, fuck—” you shut him up, pressing your lips against his. the kiss nearly made his brain short circuit. your lips were soft and tentative, testing out the waters, hands cupping his cheeks.

he hoisted you up onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass immediately and cock twitching underneath you. tenting in his pants, straining against the material. “you’re this hard already?” you asked innocently, running the tip of your nail down his shaft. like you weren’t dripping in your panties, the lace material sticking to your folds.

“so if i were to move my hand up—” he mused, relishing in the soft gasp you let out, “—i wouldn’t find you soaked?” his fingers trailed upwards slowly, pushing your skirt out of the way. you spread your legs apart just as he was getting closer to your pussy, but he completely pulled away.

“not yet, wanna enjoy this.” every movement was slow—like he was really taking the time to relish in this win.

suguru buried his head into the crook of your neck, immediately intoxicated with everything that smelt like you. from your body lotion to your perfume, he was practically high off it. a high that he didn’t even know if he wanted to come down from.

he nipped the side of your neck, kissing his way down. “you’re so pretty, taste so good,” he rambled breathlessly, latching his lips onto whatever inch of skin he could reach. he moved down to your exposed collarbone, sucking and biting onto the sensitive skin.

suguru looked too relaxed—leaning back against the leather while he let his gaze travel down your body. slowly, wanting to imprint every inch to memory, from the mole on your breast all the way to how you felt underneath his fingertips. “so beautiful,” he whispered, a quiet admission that almost seemed like it wasn’t meant to be uttered out loud.

he reached out, tracing the tip of his finger from your navel all the way to your pretty lace bra, following the pattern on the hem. tracing the tip of his fingers against your stiff nubs, rubbing and pinching through the material.

dexterous fingers reached behind you, unclasping the multiple hooks of your bra with relative ease. the flimsy material slid down from your shoulders to your elbows slowly before you shrugged it off completely, watching suguru’s eyes follow your bra falling on the car floor before coming back up to your tits.

he slipped the leather jacket off his body, slipping it over his shoulders. the scent of his cologne—a mix of sandalwood and amber immediately hitting your nose. “you’re giving me your jacket?”

“yeah, consider it a pity present. for being the loser and all,” suguru replied with a laugh, letting out a small ‘ow’ when you smacked the side of his arm.

“asshole.”

“so, you don’t want the ferrari jacket, is that right?”

you fought back a smile, “i guess i can take it.”

his lips trailed down from your collarbone down your body, his fingers still gripping onto your ass. peck. peck. peck. “good, it looks better on you than me,” he mumbled, suctioning and biting down into the valley of your tits. leaving behind a little mark that only you two would see.

his tongue swirled around your areola, his other hand cupping your breast while his fingers twisted and toyed with the other one. giving each his undivided attention. “o-oh fuck,” breathless gasps left your lips, your back arching against him. practically engulfing him in your tits. no complaints here.

“lay on your stomach for me,” he spoke up once he managed to find the willpower to let go of your tits.

it was a tight stretch but the two of you managed to maneuver your way around. or more so, he decided to leave you the back seat while he sat outside. his hands spread out of your thighs, and without even looking at him, you could feel his stare boring into your cunt.

suguru was quick in taking off your skirt, before remembering he was supposed to be relishing in this. his fingers hooked around the waistband of your thong, sliding it down inch by inch. moving at the speed of molasses. and when he was finished, you could’ve sworn lace being shoved into his pocket.

“you’re just gonna stare?”

“i’m appreciating my meal, hold on.”

after what seemed to be an eternity (five seconds), suguru finally leaned in. his lips pressed against the back of your thighs, kissing his way up to where you were leaking for him. he rubbed his pointer and middle against your folds, watching your slick glisten off them before deciding to feast.

suguru swiped his tongue up and up your slick folds up until he reached your clit, the warm metal ball of his piercing rolling around the throbbing bud. “o-ohh, fuck!” you let out a moan, digging into the leather seats and pushing your hips back against him.

and suguru, well suguru, couldn’t really give a shit about his leather. he spat onto your cunt, watching how you clenched around nothing, before smearing all over with his tongue. swiping his tongue back and forth, dipping the tip into your hole. “best prize ever, so good,” he groaned just as loudly as you were.

he slurped every single drop that your cunt had to give like it was something divine, moaning and rutting his hips into the air. he swiped his tongue like a credit card, moving his head back and forth, before latching his lips onto your swollen clit. sucking on it before letting the ball of his piercing roll around figure eights.

“d-don’t stop, fuck!” between your pussy and your moans, suguru was in paradise. your nails dug even further, leaving behind crescent shaped imprints on the seats. a small price to pay.

“how about you get these all nice and wet f’me, baby, please,” he leaned forward and pressed two fingers against your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digits, sucking and swirling your tongue down to the knuckle. slobbering over the expensive rings adorning his fingers.

“ah fuck, just like that.” you looked up to meet his hungry gaze before releasing his fingers with a loud pop.

his fingers pushed inside, moving in a scissoring motion to spread you wider and wider. your walls clenched around his fingers, leaving them covered in a mix of your slick and your spit.

“get ‘er nice and open, just like that,” suguru mumbled, too drunk off the taste of you to try to make too sense. his mouth returned to its rightful place—your clit, where he started to roll his tongue again. suck. spit.

he added in a finger, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you. “so close, so close,” you whined like a broken record.

“cum for me, i got you, i got you ma,” he babbled against your clit, each vibration going up your spine like livewire. the tip of his tongue traced figures, letters, shapes onto your clit, treating it like his own whiteboard.

“f-fuck!” you threw your head back, letting out the loudest moan he’d heard so far before your release washed over you. coating over his fingers and his chin, leaving him completely soaked. and suguru still wasn’t satisfied.

“w-wait, ‘m sensiti- mm shit!” a moan ripped out from your throat when he went back for seconds, his tongue prodding into your cunt to taste every drop. to absorb as much of you as could, as much as you had left to give.

suguru pulled back once he’d gotten his fill, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. he shed off his clothes like a second skin, quickly kicking his pants off before getting situated in the car seat.

you got on top of him, wrapping your fingers around his cock before slowly starting to jerk your wrist. up and down, rubbing your thumb across the slit and smearing precum all over his reddened tip. “sooo good.” suguru bucked his hips into your hand, head thrown backwards.

taking that opportunity like a golden ticket, you leaned in to kiss down his neck just the same way he had. you felt him shiver underneath your touch, his hips moving erratically against your hand. “you don’t get to cum yet,” you whispered, pulling your hand away much to his dismay.

but he supposed he couldn’t complain too much.

you took hold of his shaft, aligning it with your slit before slowly starting to move down. “o-oh oh shit,” your lips parted into a ‘o’ shape, forehead pressed against his as you sunk down. his own lips were parted, shaky breaths exchanged between the two of you.

“f-fuck, there you go, that’s it,” suguru sucked in a harsh breath, chest heaving. and yet, that didn’t matter. he was too entranced by the way your pussy dripped over his cock, the way your walls stretched around him to mold to his shape perfectly. “use me, use my cock, it’s all yours, baby.”

you hadn’t even moved and he sworn he could’ve fallen in love with you and your cunt right there and then.

“all mine, huh?” your voice shook, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders where your nails dug into his skin in the most painstakingly pleasurable way imaginable. you started to move—inch by inch, you could feel the stretch as you tried to get accommodated.

“mhm, all yours,” suguru confirmed, leaning in and licking the warm drops rolling down your cheeks. you hadn’t realized when you started tearing up. his mouth was on yours in a span of seconds—no longer taking his time. no, this time, it was all a mixture of teeth and tongue.

like you’d disappear at any given moment.

your hips started gyrating and undulating down his cock, dripping over his thighs and onto the leather seats. “tryna kill me already, shiit, don’t stop,” suguru panted, digging his fingers into the fat of your ass. something to keep him grounded.

and somehow that just opened the watergates for him to keep babbling. completely pussydrunk babbles. “just like that, fuck, keep going,” suguru moaned unabashedly against your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. his hips rutted against you, matching the rhythm you set for yourself.

“s-sugu, you’re so big,” you whined out, practically feeling the man in your throat with each punishing thrust. his thighs clapped against your ass, your cunt squelched like you were a running faucet.

“y’know, maybe if you rode this fast, you would’ve beat me, pretty girl.” maybe he’d gotten a bit too cocky.

*SLAP*

your eyes widened in disbelief, either from the fact that you’d slapped him in the first place or that he’d moaned. you weren’t sure yet. a breathless laugh left his lips, his hips pummeling into your pussy like she owed him money. like he hadn’t nearly bust his load right then and there. “do it a little harder next time, yeah?”

“who said there’ll be a next time?” you countered in between shaky breaths, moaning out broken babbles of your own with each time his tip brushed against your g-spot.

“you’re right, you’re right,” he conceded, (despite already thinking about next time, maybe somewhere that wasn’t so crowded, maybe a date first), “so for now, you okay? you need me to do anything, baby?”

talking as if the slap had never happened in the first place.

“need your hand, sugu, please!”

“take my hand and put it where you want it, then.” you took hold of his hand, bringing it down your body down to your clit. “right here?”

“uh huh, right there, right there!” you nodded your head fervently, arching your back even further when he started to rub circles around the nub. your thighs ached. you pushed through it, bouncing and grinding down on his cock. feeling the bulbous tip almost touching your cervix the deeper he got.

“sugu, sugu,” it was the only sense of warning you could give him. you leaned forward, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

“i know, i know, give it to me.”

with that, you came harder than you did the last time. your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you, dripping and covering his shaft in your essence. suguru’s hips stuttered, barely thrusting inside in chase of his own orgasm.

your cunt clenched around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum. suguru groaned loudly, burying his head in the crook of your neck. shiver after shiver ran down his spine, cock twitching inside of you with his impending orgasm. “s-so tight, fuck!” he practically whined before ropes of cum shot inside of you.

suguru slumped back against the car seats, taking hold of your hips and gently guiding you off his cock. “here,” he whispered, taking a hold of a rag in the glovebox. he wiped off the globs of cum dripping down your twitching cunt.

he wasn’t winning aftercare of the year under these conditions, but his movements were still relatively gentle. “you’re okay?”

“i should be asking you that,” you countered, clearing your throat. and because suguru apparently kept himself prepared for every occasion, he passed over a water bottle in your direction. muttering out a quiet thanks, you began to gulp down the water.

he simply shrugged, starting to put his clothes back on. well, as best as he could while he was smushed. “i liked it. we’re good.”

finishing with getting dressed, you were about to hand him back the jacket but suguru quickly shook his head. “i told you, it looks better on you. keep it.”

you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of his jacket back when you got to your car, feeling a small slip of paper at the bottom. his number you realized—scrawled onto the sheet like he was a rush while remaining relatively neat.

maybe you’d call him again for a next time after all.

A/N. i’ve been meaning to write a street racer geto fic for a while (like a year now LOL) so i figured why not debut this acc with it ^.^

[fireflowersims]

Sims 2 "kiosks" aka: Someone stole my code and I am not happy

Okay, I'm gonna be honest about this because it's seriously bothering me. I hesitated to say something about this for a long time because I do not want to platform that code thief. I'm also not a fan of drama, I know how stressful that is for all parties and I normally try to stay out of it. Unfortunately, this theft just keeps coming back and seriously upsetting me so I have to say something about this.

My code has been stolen. To be exact: the vendor code from Sun&Moon. To be specific: a very specific version of the Laundry mod.

And by stealing, I mean passing off someone else's work as their own and encouraging others to utilize said stolen code.

Who did it? @sissysims

Sissysims stole the vendor code, made it into a "template" and even made a tutorial telling people how to use said template to make a "kiosk". After the publication, a number of people created "kiosks" using this stolen code. Notably: @simulationprincess and @grilledcheese-aspiration. I do not blame them from thinking it is a neat concept. Because it is. That's why we built those vendors.

It is seriously upsetting though to see our work going fully uncredited and sissy-sims receiving all the credit and praise. I have tried leaving a comment under her youtube video, but she must have hidden or blocked it, as it does not show up at all. She has also disabled private messages on her Tumblr. Basically, there is no way I can get in contact with her directly. So unfortunately, I feel like this is the only way to get my message out: in public.

But how can I verify that this is stolen code?

Good question. I have recorded a little video with my proof. One-take, no editing. Should she choose to try to scrub her evidence, it will remain up.

So why am I this upset about it?

I am upset because of a variety of reasons:

Somebody is passing off my work as their own. Not only disrespecting me, mind you, but also the others who contributed to the vendor, most notably: the amazing people who translated that vendor. Yes, it is because of translations that I know that she directly stole our work. She not only stole my code, she had the nerve to steal my own words as well! I can literally see the Dutch translation that I wrote myself in there and if that isn't pissing and shitting on my head, I don't know what is

Sissysims does not know what she is doing object-creation wise. The Sun&Moon vendor code is among the easiest Sun&Moon code there is. It is simple and elegant. She decided to make it a mess requiring multiple files for some guobforsaken reason. Possibly to make it seem like it isn't straight up stolen code, who knows. Just speculating. Regardless, someone who knows what they're doing wouldn't have done what she did to that poor vendor.

Sissysims does not have the basic knowledge of how BHAVs work. The vendor code she stole uses custom globals, (something that we always clearly indicate). Naturally, she does not seem aware of this. Anyone using her "template" (read: what did she do to my darling vendor 😭) risks getting bugs because sissy-sims is incompetent and doesn't know what she's doing

Sissysims is encouraging other people to use stolen code that she herself does not understand

This is an explicit violation of the Sun&Moon policy. And also probably why she didn't bother even mentioning us. Other "edits" she has done are credited. She chose of her own free will not to bother crediting.

If she has done it to us, who is to say she won't do it to someone else in the future?

She has a fucking merch store and clearly has aspirations to earn money from her Sims videos, monetarily profiting from - among other things - the stolen code.

So what now?

If you want to create a "kiosk", please don't use that mutilated template. Just reach out to me and I can teach you how to make a vendor. It's easier and technically set up much better than sissy's poor excuse of a "template". And if it turns out the vendor doesn't do exactly what you would like it to do, then I can help you figure out how you can code something that does tick all the boxes.

If you already made one, I kindly, humbly, request you add credit. It is quite upsetting to see my work going uncredited. Or better yet: reach out as well. The offer to teach you the vendor code to make something better is also open to you. I enjoy teaching people new things if they only ask politely and are willing to learn.

If there is enough interest, I can even release an official vendor template with instructions. Simple to work with, the only requirement being proper crediting. Let me know if you'd be interested in this.

If you're sissysims:

Reconsider your choices and most importantly:

✨May you step on a LEGO brick✨

[maidragoste]

For the lovely Langdon!wife reader, Frank massaging your feet for you after you wore heels to a dinner party for your friends while being six months pregnant with your babygirl. You also make it a point to Frank, this is the last Langdon you are ever going to carry cause three is enough.

Hi anon, how are you?

I'm happy that you share your ideas with me, I hope you like what I wrote <3

As I always say, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated because feedback always motivates me to keep writing 🥰🥰💖💖

If you have any ideas, questions or headcanons you want to share, my inbox is always open 🤗💖

The Pitt Masterlist

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You regret wearing heels to go out to dinner with your friends, you should have listened to Frank and worn more comfortable shoes. But you were excited to go out and wanted to look pretty, so you ignored his warning.

You had a good time with your friends, but the night could have been better without the pain in your feet, the nausea you felt when you smelled the fish from the next table, and some of the topics discussed at the table.

You're not proud, but the first thing you did when you got home was complain about your sore feet, and so you ended up lying in bed while your husband massaged you, trying to relieve your pain.

“Is it better?” Frank confirmed, looking at you for any sign of pain or discomfort on your face, but without stopping the massage.

“Yes, thanks,” you thanked him, and he began to worry about how distracted you seemed.

“You’re very quiet,” your husband commented, giving you the opportunity to start talking about what had been on your mind for so long. “Normally you’d be telling me all the juicy details,” he said, making you smile a little.

“You’re right, that’s very mean of me,” you said a little more cheerfully, making your husband feel relieved to see your usual self. “Do you remember Dean?”

It didn't take long for Frank to recognize the name. "Sherry's idiot husband who got mad because he missed a baseball game to go to his daughter's dance recital?" he asked, just to verify.

"Yeah, he's still an idiot," you confirmed. "Well, now he's furious with Sherry because she told him she doesn't plan on having any more children." You didn't even wait for Frank to say something when you jumped in to ask what was bothering you all night. "Would you be mad at me if I told you I didn't want any more children? Because this is going to be my last pregnancy," you said, caressing your belly.

“What? No. Of course, I won't be mad at you,” he responded instantly, though still surprised because he hadn't expected this conversation.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still worried, hoping he was sincere and that he wasn't just telling you that because it's what you wanted to hear.

“Yes!” he replied, and seeing the uncertainty in your eyes, he stopped the massage just so he could hold your hand. “It’s your body. If you say we’re done here, then we’re done. Besides, three is a good number; we can give each one the attention they deserve.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You leaned in to kiss him, feeling warm and loved, not knowing it was possible to feel more in love than you already were.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one,” he said with a smile.

[suevi-if]

Lying about what amount? What exactly are you referring there? - you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

And I didn't realize criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment counts as harassment, wow.

First off, I don't think you can really compare situations like that, but also... I have been through a lot in my life. Even if you were to somehow compare it, you'd lose. - try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Also all the people saying "write your own stuff" or "just make a second account" have clearly never had abusive parents. I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored. My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16.

What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?And do they really think having an empty account would be better than anon? It's just the same thing but with a different username.

You're back. That's what I call commitment. Sweet. And it's still not even about my own IF. Damn.

Skip this post if you don't want to hear me yapping about a bunch of unnice and very private things.

Note that what I share I don't share lightheartedly. I share it to make you see that we are people with difficult experiences, too. That we, too, deserve basic respect and kindness. That we are not so different from eachother.

And I share my experiences to show that difficult experiences don't give you a pass to be an asshole.

you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

Uhm, no. Hate to be that person, you even said it yourself: if you choose both gender selectable characters in @haydenigmatic's AMAZING story to be male, you actually have 5 female ROs and 4 male ROs. (Sorry for tagging you again, Hayden)

criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment

You really think that a story that has more female ROs than male ROs in an environment where we have way more stories with more male ROs than female ROs is "unfair treatment"? Are lesbians not allowed to swoon over some more women for a change? Maybe lesbians should now complain about every IF that has more male ROs? Does everything have to be about you?

try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Since we are in a pissing contest now, let me dig up everything I've been through.

My country might not go to these extremes, but my neighborhood might if they find out I am nonbinary.

I've been bullied for 5 years in school, and later I was bullied another 2 years at a job I had.

My mom had lung cancer; the tumor ended up pressing on her heart until it stopped beating. I was 20.

My father had an operation on an artery close to his heart when I was 12 years old. His heart stopped beating during the operation and he was technically dead for a few minutes. He was never the same again after this. He had memory issues as if he had dementia, but the doctors found everything was okay with him.

Speaking of my father, he was a choleric asshole that beat me; also, he gave me and my brother massive insecurities and was the most emotionally unavailable person I know (except for anger, he always expressed that very well in his own way).

My father also had pancreatic cancer. I took care of him for nearly a year until he passed away, even though he was such a massive asshole. Why? Daddy issues.

The tumor pushed against the walls of his stomach and caused internal bleedings. The bleedings got worse and worse until he passed away from blood loss. I was 24; he passed away only 4 years after my mother.

Did you know that you get hallucinations if you suffer from extreme blood loss? I didn't, until I visited my dad in the hospital one day before he passed away. I still have nightmares. It's been nine years.

My brother and me weren't allowed to pursue careers that we would have enjoyed; we were pushed into fields that were not suited for us.

It took me YEARS to get a diagnosis about my neurodivergence. Why? Because where I live, neurodivergence is seen as something only children can have. And if you are not diagnosed as a child, you might as well just live the rest of your life with it, even if it sometimes seems impossible.

My brother, who I live with, doesn't know about me being nonbinary, because I'm afraid that the only person I love will push me away and I will lose my home.

I was sexually assaulted multiple times in my life and raped when I was 21 years old.

I have had exes that manipulated and assaulted me.

I am severely depressed and have been living with suicidal thoughts for most of my life now, even though I never acted on them.

I am in financial debt.

I don't even have friends or a support system in real life.

Yet, despite all of this, I am not coming for random people on the internet who share what they love for free.

In fact, I'm not messaging anyone unless I have something nice to say, and if I have criticism, I word it in a nice and constructive way, so people don't take it the wrong way; I want to be constructive, not destructive.

Despite all of what I've experienced, I don't think someone treats me or a group I am part of unfairly because a story they write doesn't cater to my every whim. And I surely don't attack them just because their story might not be my cup of tea.

I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored.

Interesting how you are allowed on tumblr. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here.

My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16. What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?

Yeah, that sucks. That sucks a lot. And I think everyone agrees with that.

But why are you continuing the circle of hate? The only difference is that you spew online at strangers you don't know. But your words are still hurtful.

And do you really think that bashing/harassing an author (or, at this point, multiple authors) who writes stories you might be interested in is the right move? We write the stories you want to read! We pour our hearts into it and share these stories with you, for free! What do you think would happen if everyone did what you do? Would we still have IFs to read? I doubt it.

So, why are you trying your very best to manipulate me into saying "Oh my god yes, you are right, your harassment is totally justified! It should at least be the same amount of male and female ROs!"

And don't even dare saying you're not. It's very obvious. You are not subtle.

But maybe you don't even realize what you are doing. I'm giving you another benefit of doubt here.

Lastly:

If what you're saying is true, I hope you and your sister get out of the shithole you are in. I hope your parents will see that you are still their son, no matter who you love. I hope your country changes for the better. And I hope you change for the better. Because it is very clear that your situation sucks, and you are hurting, and because of that, to hurt less, you hurt others you don't care about, when you should spread love and try to change something instead.

[oofmybad]

Move me

synopsis: just a short bit of fluff. you and billie share a tender moment after a long day.

warnings: fluff, the most minor angst ever, billiexfemreader

a/n: hi guyssss. i miss you all. i miss writing but i just can’t get myself to do it for some reason. gotta love executive dysfunction. this song has been in my head for weeks now so here’s the scenario i think of when i listen :P

🎶Something 'bout the way you

Hold my body tight even on my lowest nights

Locked down by my side even when I'm borderline 🎶

─୨୧─

sat on the couch watching tv, billie holds you in her arms. your head rested on her lap. she strokes your arm gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. her touch lights you on fire and calms you down all at once. your heart rate quickens with each new touch, but like she knows, she soothes your heart back down with each stroke. grounding you with her fingertips.

you turn your head up, looking for billie’s own, but you find her focused on the tv, engrossed in the plot. so you simply watch. watch the way her lips naturally part with each breath. the way her nostrils flair when a loud noise from the screen shocks her. the way her eyes race side to side - trying to see every little thing in front of her. you turn around in her lap - no longer facing the screen - and raise your arm to caress billie’s face. a soft, gentle, unassuming touch. you feel the warmth of her cheek beneath your fingertips, noticing every bit of peach fuzz or every minor bump under her skin.

using your pointer finger, you press into her dimple line, taking billie out of the zone. her eyes finally look down to meet yours.

“what are you doing?” she laughs softly at your actions.

“just admiring” you reply, contentment in your voice.

billie’s face turns in your hand and she leaves a soft kiss in your palm. the two of you maintain eye contact, softly admiring the other lover.

“do you feel better?” billie checks in on you. you had been having a hard day. one of those for no real reason, your mood was just low. that’s what led to you two cuddling on the couch. billie got home from work, immediately recognizing your low mood and was quick to comfort you. she promised to make you feel better.

“you make everything better, bil” you confess.

she smiles. her teeth on display. you watch the way the sides of her mouth curl when she smiles, the way her nose shrugs up ever so slightly.

“shut up” billie grabs your face by the jaw, delicately but firmly, leaning down to peck your lips.

“it’s true” you shrug when she lets you go. her smile widens, that glisten in her eye appearing for the first time tonight. billie’s always had a certain look in her eyes when she’s doing something she loves. her eyes bead out, her eyebrows loosen. you love seeing this look on her face, but you love it most when it’s reserved for you.

billie leans down to kiss you again, wiping the smirk from your face. you giggle into the kiss, laughing at the position the two of you are in.

“it’s like the spiderman kiss” you whisper through a giggle into her mouth when she pulls back.

“the most romantic kiss in the world” she kisses you again, shifting in her seat so that she can hold your whole head in her lap. the two of you continue to gently makeout here, not pushing for anything. just enjoying the moment. finally, after a few minutes, the two of you break for air. wriggling in your seat, you sit up, straddling her lap. you, sat like a koala in her arms, lay there with your head in her shoulder.

“why were you sad?” billie questions you. her voice soft, but caring enough to question you.

“i dont know. i think i just feel alone sometimes” you reply, voice muffled, your face still tucked in.

“you never are. even when i’m not here i’m still with you”

“i know that rationally. my brain just gets the best of me” you explain, the tone of your voice waivering a little bit.

billie says nothing in return. she just holds you tighter in her arms. her right hands creeps underneath your (her) shirt and strokes up and down your back. her nails tickling you as she goes. her free hand softly tugs on your hair, coaxing your head from it’s hiding spot in her neck. you obey, meeting her eyes.

“you know i love you? like, the most out of anyone ever” billie whispers. not a secret, but a truth only to be told between the two of you.

your head drops forward, your forehead leaning on hers, “i love you more” you answer back. teasing in your voice.

“never.”

[awynter]

“I never… I never thought I’d be able to say those words ever again.” And she never thought she'd hear them reciprocated, too. Her eyes glossed over with a sheen of tears, even though her lips remained curved into a satisfied smile. She hadn't felt this happy in years. Or arguably, ever.

“Oh, very good. I confess, I'm most impressed." Her playful words came softly between heavy breaths, slowly shallowing as her pulse fought to steady itself. “Your constitution has proved strong enough to withstand all my torturous teasing, though, don’t you think? If I had any doubts to your capabilities, you’ve certainly proven yourself quite resilient."

Despite the raging emotions and echoing waves of pleasure that continued to pulse through her, Anne let out a giggle. Girlish and seemingly out of place, it erupted from her lips like the swell of love and affection she felt in her heart.

“I promise, I'm not trying to kill you. Quite the opposite, really.” Anne smiled, idly combing her fingers through his hair. She wanted to nurture him, to care for him more than she'd ever dared to care for herself. Anne wanted to protect him from anything, everything that could ever dare to harm him or come between them. But she wasn't foolish enough to think herself capable of doing it to perfection. She wouldn't be able to protect him against an army, or mob, or the end-of-days, but she could, at the very least, make sure he was well taken care of.

“Me? You can’t trust me to behave?” She let out a quick bark of laughter, even though she knew he wasn’t too far from the truth. His quick amendment earned another laugh and she let out a dramatized sigh. “Fine, I’ll accept blame, this time. But next time it’s your fault--" She purred, biting her lip to hold herself back from stealing another kiss. "No matter how devilish I may behave. And I can be quite devilish, as you know.”

On her feet, Anne felt lighter than before, her legs wobbling slightly beneath her weight. There was a dull ache between her legs, a foreign, forgotten feeling after so long, but it was a welcomed one.

Anne followed closely behind, the flush of arousal still reddening her skin. Would this feeling fade with time? Would she eventually outgrow the attraction she felt for him? As if in answer to her silent question the moment he stepped away to begin preparing the tub, Anne felt a pang of dread spark between her ribs.

She had already known her heart belonged to him, but now her body did as well. She loved him, there was no doubt about it. It felt like there was a tether connecting them, a red string of fate, and taking even a few steps away created a tension in the line, one she yearned to remedy. But she knew that she couldn’t be too overbearing. She couldn't scare him away so soon. Besides, she thought to herself, this subtle ache in her chest was a good thing. It was proof that she was alive and capable of feeing love again.

“Oh, you must look equally as ravishing, then." She grinned wickedly as she crossed her arms over herself, instinctively searching for modesty. "If I sent you out looking like that, I fear you may never return. If any woman saw you… Well, one can only hope they’d have better restraint than I seem to have.”

The memory of their union only mere moments ago still made her shudder, a desire for him she suspected would always lurk just beneath the surface, never to be entirely satiated. How could she possibly go back to how she’d been before? Back to a life of lonely abstinence? How could Eve ever go back to obedience once she’d tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit?

“I’ll wash yours and you wash mine?” The apples of her cheeks glistened with adoration as she watched him, with an added layer of shyness now that the reality of what she’d done was sinking in.

Had she been too forward in her desires? Would he think she was a deviant? A fiend for carnal desires? It wasn't entirely untrue, she supposed, but her feelings for him extended far beyond matters of the skin. She wanted to spend eternity with him, to grow old by his side and leave their pasts behind them. But such thoughts and revelations were for another time, she decided. For now, it was about them. Just the two of them existed in this moment and nothing could take that away from them. Or at least she hoped that were the case.

"Tell me the truth, though, Ben." She began with a coy smile, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she spoke. "Was I sufficient enough for your tastes? Or would you say I require more studying to meet your needs?"

Anne’s nails dug harshly into his back, anchoring him there as she encouraged him to drive more deeply inside her. Benjamin groaned as the pleasure built, coiling tight within his gut as he felt his arousal pulse and throb with the need for release.

Anne panted his name, and then she squeezed tightly around his length, drawing a sharp cry from his lips as she flickered and clenched around him over and over, his teeth gritting as he thrust erratically into her orgasm. It was too much, it was too much, it was never enough.

Did she not realize how much he needed her? How much he adored her? With every nip, kiss, and nuzzle, Benjamin feared he couldn't properly convey just how deeply she affected his heart and weary spirit. Before her, he'd been lost -- before her, he'd been weak.

At long last, Benjamin dropped over top of her and caught his weight against his palms, spilling hotly between her thighs with a harsh, full-body shudder. Nose gently brushing over hers, he panted and closed his eyes. “Zounds,” he swore, chuckling softly in spite of himself.

"I love you," Anne whispered between their lips, causing a burst of exultation to swell between his ribs.

Unbidden, Benjamin's lips quirked into a bright grin. "Was I that good?" he teased. Expression softening, he nudged his forehead back into hers and murmured, "I love you, too--" so, so much "--even if you've teased me for weeks with your scandalous ankles and toes."

Despite his quips, he was genuinely, undeniably moored to her -- her heart, her body, her soul -- and catching her hand in his, he rained kisses upon her palm, fingertips and wrist, only to give a start at her sudden giggle.

"Your hair..."

Scrunching his nose, his eyes nearly crossed as he tried to follow the trajectory of her hands, and with a soft laugh of his own, Benjamin finally understand once she tucked the long, golden-brown strands behind his ear. Amidst her stroking, he nearly melted into her touch once she went to cradle his face.

Nuzzling into her palms, he admired the flush of rose petals against porcelain, the dark fire of her eyes, and the way she ebbed and flowed with breath much like the raging tide of his boyhood.

"Do you have a tub?"

The question startled him back to attention, and Anne's thumb dragged along the curve of his bottom lip, gentle, yet impish in her approach.

Kissing the appendage, he skimmed the backs of his fingers along her cheek, his eyes bright and low-lashed as he declared, "I think you're trying to kill me, Miss Wynter... I do have a tub, yes, and I hope you'll have mercy on me."

In the back room, he kept a copper tub, washstand and basin, though he didn't tend to indulge terribly often beyond his daily ablutions.

"We should wash up. We made quite a mess."

Leaning into her kiss, Benjamin mirrored her grin. "Couldn't it be argued that this might lead to an even bigger mess? I can't trust you to behave..." He hummed, rolling his eyes in thought. "All right. So I suppose it's more that I can't trust myself in your presence, but it's still your fault either way."

With unabashed affection, Benjamin carefully helped Anne up to her feet, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, before he took her hand and guided her into the back room. Due to not wishing to gather water so frequently, he always stored his bathing water inside a large wooden barrel.

"I'll set everything up," he reassured, already removing the cask's lid. "I've never washed anyone's hair other than my own, but I can't very well send you out into the world looking like that." Here, he paused and glanced at her over his shoulder, his lips quirking into an impish grin. "No matter how ravishing you look."

[glowettee]

Hey Mindy!!! I love your blog. I was wondering whether you have any tips for giving good presentations?? I’m really shy and I have a mock trial soon. I’m a witness hahaha I’m so nervous ! 😬

hey lovely!! 🤍

omg first of all, thank you so much for the sweet message!! i'm so happy you enjoy my blog. mock trial witnesses can be super intimidating (i've been there too!!) but i promise you're going to absolutely shine once you get some confidence tricks in your pocket.

✧ presentation power moves for the shy girlies ✧

1. preparation is your secret weapon

   - memorize your witness statement until it feels like second nature

   - practice in front of a mirror so you can see your facial expressions

   - record yourself on your phone and listen back (yes it's cringey but sooo helpful)

   - create a little character profile for your witness ~ their motivations, personality, quirks

   - anticipate cross-examination questions that might trip you up

2. body language that commands attention

   - sit up straight but not stiff

   - keep your hands visible + still (fidgeting screams nervous)

   - make strategic eye contact with the jury when making important points

   - slightly lean forward when answering questions to show engagement

   - practice a calm, neutral face for when opposing counsel tries to rattle you

3. voice control techniques

   - speak slightly slower than your normal pace (nerves make us rush)

   - end statements with downward inflection to sound confident

   - pause before answering difficult questions (it looks thoughtful, not unsure)

   - vary your tone to emphasize key points (monotone = boring witness)

   - practice projecting from your diaphragm, not your throat

4. handling nervousness like a pro

   - arrive early to familiarize yourself with the room

   - do 4-7-8 breathing before you go in (inhale 4 counts, hold 7, exhale 8)

   - wear something that makes you feel powerful but still appropriate

   - create a pre-testimony ritual (mine is applying lip gloss + whispering "you got this")

   - visualize success the night before (literally picture yourself being amazing)

5. witness-specific strategies

   - stay in character even during objections

   - if you don't know an answer, it's okay to say "i don't recall" (better than making things up!)

   - listen to the FULL question before answering

   - if opposing counsel tries to put words in your mouth, politely correct them

   - remember: you're not only answering questions, you're telling a story

6. handling cross-examination gracefully

   - take a sip of water if you need time to think

   - don't argue with opposing counsel (it makes you look defensive)

   - if they cut you off, pause and say "may i finish my answer?"

   - maintain your composure even if they're trying to provoke you

   - remember that "yes" and "no" can be complete answers

7. little psychological tricks

   - wear something with a subtle confidence trigger

   - have a "power phrase" to repeat silently when nervous

   - visualize the jury as friends who are genuinely interested in what you have to say

   - practice with someone who intimidates you a little (builds resilience)

   - remember that literally everyone else is nervous too, they're just hiding it

8. day-of preparation

   - avoid caffeine if it makes you jittery

   - eat something light but sustaining

   - arrive with plenty of time to center yourself

   - bring a tiny comfort object that fits in your pocket

the jury will connect with authenticity over perfection every time!! your nervousness just means you care, and that passion will actually make you more compelling once you channel it properly.

you're going to absolutely crush this!! please let me know how it goes, i'm literally invested in your success now. sorry if this reply was a bit late.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. if you're super nervous the night before, try writing out your answers to potential questions by hand. something about the physical act of writing helps cement things in your memory better than just reading or typing!

[elianzis]

Hello! Hope you're doing well. I'm appearing here because iirc you are from Russia and I'm having a tiny obsession with it's culture and language right now, looking for some info, so would you want to tell me about anything? Like how names work and the prettiest you know, some food, clothes, dances, your favourite places to see etc. - just whatever you'd want to talk about. I'm planning to set my book(s) in there but also I'm just curious and eager to learn as much as I can. If you've got any advice about learning the language like YouTube channel recommendations, easy books or good songs I'll take that too with pleasure

Of course this is all totally nf, more than an ask it is a yap invite. Love ya and your art!

OH WOW—

SOOO, okay, eh, to be honest, it's better if you will have a list of questions, like 1, 2, 3, etc.

But I will try to find an answer for some of these questions...

Most of the time, in Russia, you mostly will meet people with Latin or Greek names. For example my name comes from greek!

Also Russia is a very big place and here you can find people of very different nationalities, so cultural can be different from place to place.

If we talk about places that I like... it's very hard to choose, because, like I said, Russia is a very big place and even in your life you probably won't be able to visit some great places here.

But I have some places that I remember from our family trips. First it's the city - Saint Petersburg. It's a city worth seeing, full of cultural places, museums, and just historical landmarks. I can advise you to go to the Hermitage if you will be there. I also advise you to visit Peterhof. It is a palace complex with many fountains. Twice, my family and I were able to watch the "Hercules tears the lion's mouth" fountain turn on, of course the best visit time is summer for this place. There are many different sculptures if I remember correctly, to be honest, now I would love to visit this place again.

But if you ask me about more...natural places..I advise you to visit the Republic of Karelia.At the expense of this region, it is worth noting the island of Kizhi, Valaam (There is a monastery on the island of Valaam). Also, some of the more famous natural attractions are mountain parks and waterfalls! You can search for Ruskeala.

In my childhood, we often visited natural attractions and various museums on a variety of topics.

I'm unlikely to be able to suggest how to learn Russian for a foreigner, but you can try watching videos from the Skyeng school on YouTube. The videos feature people from abroad who have just studied the language for a long time and sometimes they show/react to something from the Russian language and maybe even from life. Unfortunately, I can't recommend more than that

BUT HEY, I REALLY LIKED THAT QUESTION, THANK YOU FOR THIS! IF YOU HAVE MORE, JUST GO ON, ASK!

[stereopticons]

On this Day in Schitt's Creek: May 25

2019

Checking for Damage [david/patrick, T, 536] by @vodka-rocks-and-a-piece-of-toast

Mapping Patrick is a standard cure for insomnia.

selfless [ted/alexis, E, 1,501] by @schmittsglasses

Alexis gives. Ted learns to take.

Undercover [david/patrick, T, 8,761] by @mostlyinthemorning

AU where the Roses keep their money and Johnny sends David and Alexis to Schitt's Creek to investigate a proposal from a cute store owner.

2020

[Podfic] Dear Jurisprudence [david/patrick, M, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

They've never talked this much about Ray in bed before. David doesn't think he likes it. [Podfic of Dear Jurisprudence, written by Likerealpeopledo]

A Slice of Heaven [david/patrick, G, 1,240] by bigficenergy

He also enjoys watching David eat, because it’s clear that he really enjoys food. He’s alternating between a slice of margherita and a slice of classic pepperoni like he’s trying to decide which he likes better, but he’s savoring each bite from from either more or less equally. Sometimes he’ll close his eyes and tip his head back happily while he chews, and Patrick is so deeply, embarrassingly smitten with him.

and by tomorrow i'll be on my way [david/patrick, T, 17,002] by @hullomoon

In real life David and Patrick wouldn't want to be in the same room as the other, online however they're close friends. or a You've Got Mail AU

Bucolic Creek [gen, G, poem] by not_yet_defined

Someone on a fan page asked for haiku for David and Patrick's wedding.

deeper than i've ever dreamed of [david/patrick, G, 365] by @supergenericandshrill

A series of short(ish) stories about the times David and Patrick have dreamt of each other throughout their relationship. Canon compliant, each chapter is a contained story that can be read individually. Rating and tags will be updated as the story progresses.

I never saw it happening [david/patrick, M, 3,516] by @kiwiana-writes

7 (+1) times Stevie hears the name Patrick Brewer.

Love Hurts [david/patrick, T, 1,892] by @deenerann

I needed a break from a longer work, so here's a quick Meet Ugly. Maybe I'll make a series of these?Undecided.

Mozarella Sticks, Accidental Dates, and Mulan on Repeat [david/patrick, G, 1,124] by @gingerann

David is on a date with Patrick, Olivia has questions.

No use in pretending, no use in saving face. My love is never ending, you are my saving grace - a series of season six vignettes [david/patrick, E, 1,000] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

A series of ten very short vignettes highlighting conversations, or other situations, we never saw on-screen during season six. Follows Hold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry - a series of season five vignettes which follows Like a virgin - a series of season four vignettes. Title is from Ben Harper's By My Side .

Pomp(adour) and Circumstance [david/patrick, G, 2,530] by @grapehyasynth

They’ve put this off as long as they could. At the beginning of lockdown, David had been all breezy with his “It won’t last long” and “I’ll just style it higher”. As they started to stare down two months of quarantine, however, frantic noises had started to issue from the bathroom each morning as David attempted to wrangle his hair into something approaching his standard pompadour. Or: David (very reluctantly) lets Patrick cut his hair.

the sun's gonna rise again [david/patrick, T, 13,658] by sonichallows

Patrick Brewer is used to being bored romantically. David Rose is used to being treated like shit romantically. Little do they know, their paths are about to cross. Alternate universe where Patrick wrote Songs From a Broken Chair.

Wolf ˈShitē [claudia stilinski/sheriff stilinski, T, 3,718] by zoemack10

!It's Teen Wolf but told in the tune of Schitt's Creek! The Stilinskis lose everything after the CFO of Noah Stilinski's advertising firm is caught embezzling and misleading the share holders. With nowhere to go, and none of their inner circle offering help, the Stilinski's head back to Noah's unfortunately named hometown in northern California, Wolf ˈShitē. Here they attempt to acclimate to living within their (lack of) means and end up becoming #blessed thanks to the people who reside in the ˈShitē-hole. If you like Schitt's Creek, and you like Teen Wolf, this is the niche fic for you.

2021

[Podfic] ours, always [david/patrick, G, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

patrick really loves rose apothecary and doesn't understand why anyone wouldn't feel the same way. Podfic of ours, always by sonlali.

Gloria in Exclesis [david/patrick, G, poem] by elifisher96

your name to me is akin to religion

I'm Here for You [david/patrick, G, poem] by elifisher96

I'm not here for your sister noI'm here for you

May I?: A Smutty Twylexis Drabble Collection [alexis/twyla, E, 1,183] by TwylasCafeTropical

12 smutty Twylexis drabbles, written by an assortment of Twylexis authors! These drabbles are all stand-alone, and are not intended to be continuations of each other. We'll add tags as needed, and we'll also link each drabble's author and specific rating at the top of each chapter. Hope you enjoy them!

rise and spin / over and over again [alexis/twyla, T, 2,384] by singsongsung

The apartment is dark when Alexis gets home, curtains drawn, air heavy. She wants to give in to the darkness, to curl up in it – but she also wants to pull her wife out. Seven moments of grief, and one moment of hope.

Ten Kisses [david/patrick, T, 16,622] by @patrickredactedbrewer

“In the whole year, all 364 days of it, the only thing you had to do is get 10 kisses, and the year just ‘got away from you’?” David sounds amused, but sort of fond, so Patrick chances a glance at his face. He’s smiling his tiny, twisted half-smile and his eyes are twinkling away, like he’s willing to humor Patrick but they both know what’s really going on here. Or, Patrick made a resolution to kiss 10 men this year, and David decides to help him keep it.

What Comes First [alexis/rachel, G, 368] by @this-is-not-nothing

Rachel and Alexis have brunch in Brooklyn Takes place loosely in slash inspired by Neely's very own Give in to Love series

2022

[Podfic] It's Always Who You Least Eggspect [patrick & stevie, G, podfic] by HowOldAreWe

Stevie talks Patrick into some petty crime.

Perfect | Flawed [patrick/rachel, G, poem] by elifisher96

something about this seems right; | nothing about this seems right;

please don't let me disappear [david/patrick, G, 352] by @aoubooming

Just a taste of Patrick's thoughts between The Barbecue and The Olive Branch.

suffocating [david/patrick, G, poem] by elifisher96

i’m suffocating i can’t breathe

wish list [david/patrick, G, 470] by @aoubooming

David and Patrick used to wish for a lot of things. Just a little drabble/itemized wish lists.

2023

all the pretty boys walk like this [david/patrick, G, 400] by @enablelove

David and Patrick's date, if Patrick walked David home instead.

No Hesitation [david/patrick, E, 1,296] by @panzyqueen

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2024 2019: 3 fics/10,798 words 2020: 12 fanworks (10 fics, 1 podfic, 1 poem)/46,071 words 2021: 7 fanworks (4 fics, 1 podfic, 2 poems)/20,991 words 2022: 5 fanworks (2 fics, 1 podfic, 2 poems)/1,241 words 2023: 2 fics/1,696 words Total: 29 fanworks (21 fics, 3 podfics, 5 poems)/80,797 words

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Insubordinate

Pairing: Albert Wesker x Female!Reader

Synopsis: The highlight of your morning just so happens to be giving a certain STARS captain grief on his way into work.

CW: None.

Every morning, the officers of the RCPD passed by your desk to check in. Some of them were friendlier than others, but almost all of them had learned that acting like a pompous dick didn't work out in their favor. You had to sign them in, and it could either be a painless process, or you could stonewall them a bit. Usually one instance of you making their morning a pain was more than enough to correct rude behavior, but Albert Wesker was particularly stubborn.

He seemed to have a stick up his ass about you. If he had been the first STARS member you had met, you probably would have had some terrible assumptions about the teams. Instead, you had met Wesker last. Somehow, he had been getting in without stopping at your desk for months before Irons told him off about it after an incident with a disgruntled civilian.

You weren't one of his underlings, so you didn't have to worship the ground that he walked on. In fact, you refused to use his rank when you addressed him because he couldn't bother to even attempt a simple bit of small talk like a normal person. You were tired of him wordlessly putting his ID badge on your desk to be verified while acting like he had a million better things to be doing. He spent most of his time behind a desk, it wasn't like he was saving hundreds of lives a day. There were maybe 5 on a good day.

"Oh god, I thought we'd get back before her shift starts," Wesker said as he saw you sitting at your desk. He was coming back in with a few members of his team, none of whom even paused at his comment. Barry shot you a playful eyeroll as he stepped forward first.

"Give him hell for me, alright? Guy could be knocked down a few pegs after what he just put us through for training. Nobody does it like you," Barry said with a wink. You blushed a bit as you laughed as buzzed him in. The whole Alpha Team went through before Wesker, so you knew they were waiting and watching from behind the door.

"No power trip today. I am tired and would just like to get in for a cup of coffee and a shower," Wesker told you. You looked over his ID card like you had a hundred times before. "You've seen it. Now is the time that you press the button to let me in."

"Well, while I've got you here, I have a question. Where do you buy hair bleach in bulk, officer?" you asked him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes just in time to see his jaw clench.

"I'm not dignifying that with an answer, and it's CAPTAIN. C-A-P-T-A-I-N. CAPTAIN Wesker." His face was a bit red, and you definitely hadn't expected to be shouted at.

"I'm sorry, but you seem a bit hostile. I'm not sure that I can let you in," you said calmly. That seemed to really set him off, and you watched as Wesker just stormed off to use the back entrance. You turned around and shrugged at his team, who weren't even trying to hide their amusement.

Wesker had a tendency to get on everyone's nerves, so you didn't mind bugging him. You kind of thought he was hot when he got mad. He could get mad at his team and order everyone else around, but not you. You were independently contracted for your job, a perk of being one of the few people who understood the state of the art technology they were using. If he could, you knew that Wesker would fire you in a heartbeat, but he couldn't.

"What do you get from making my morning hell?" Wesker asked as he slid you his ID.

"You walk around doing it to everyone else while you're on your little power trips. I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, that's all. Not everybody will just roll over and take it. Even Irons was bending to you a bit too much for my liking," you told him. You let him pass by without a fuss, and Wesker stood there dumbfounded for a bit. "You can go in that's what the doors opening and that little beep mean."

"Yeah," Wesker grumbled. If you had thought that Wesker was hot when he got all worked up, you liked him much better like this. You had no doubt that he could hold all the power in other situations, but the knowledge that being even just a little bit nice to him got him flustered was like having your own personal gold mine.

[thrandilf]

I'm sitting here as someone who's seen a good chunk of this cross my dash, and I wish that "positivity towards people" was remotely what had transpired, rather than "post a bunch of DMs which included someone having a breakdown, apologizing, and then explicitly for clarity's sake, saying that they were taking time away from a situation not to punish the other person but to get themselves together" and having that person get demonized

and this shared all around fandom, where everyone knows full well who this is so censoring the name doesn't matter

and where anyone who has been upset at this conduct gets brushed off as doing it for clout (I'm not even mutuals with the person in question) or just taking sides because of who's friends with who- while in this other post you seem to do exactly that

you know what actual friends do when someone you care about is about to breach someone else's trust/do something out of line? you tell them to reconsider/that you feel they'll regret it, you look at the relationships they still have and ask if this is the sort of action you'd want directed at any of the rest of you and how you'd feel on the receiving end of it- not just blindly support everything they do because you're their friend

if this happened to you, because you were the one with an opinion others didn't like, or you were the one who was having communication issues or a breakdown, or you were the one who was trying to explain that you didn't want to fan any flames and just wanted space, only to be read in bad faith, and had all of your vulnerable moments shared- would you think it was justified?

because it could be you. or someone you like better in your clique. if you don't see any issue with jelly's behavior, regardless of what the other person did, are you ready for it to be you? you've all had years of friendship together and it didn't stop this, so why would you be an exception? because you're part of the clique so you feel safe in that? (really?)

this seems to keep getting looped back to "well this person had opinions no one else liked/was too positive about xyz in the media" when the issue here has never ever been you guys having different opinions, but that this escalated this far that a bunch of people in fandom who are in their 30s (older than me!) are bending over backwards to explain why airing their dirty laundry in public was absolutely necessary and fine to do when it clearly wasn't. it's an awful look.

how long have y'all been stewing with this level of resentment that you couldn't wait to gang up on someone and go public? over what was a private falling out. why did the rest of fandom even need to know?

jelly was still posting fic and getting traffic just fine. what "ruined reputation" was implied with all this because there wasn't any. I wouldn't have known jelly even had issues here without the regina george behavior

the "vague-blogged about for months" accusation is mind-boggling to me as the justification for this, since they at least were vague and also, I couldn't even tell those were about (or in some cases were only maybe? about) jelly. and there were like, 4? of them? in how many months?

not even on their fandom blog

which I mean, you again seemed to be chomping at the bit to do yourself, since hi, I've been following most of fandom and have eyes

So since y'all have just been waiting to be as nasty as you want in public, fine. Go ahead. This is what the tdp fandom is like now, I guess.

You don't care about anyone else's behavior when it's someone you like. You don't have an internal sense of "don't do that to someone else, even if you don't like them, because you just don't do that to people." You really don't care about anything except playing along and pretending the issue isn't what it actually is.

TLDR, you don't want positivity towards other people, you just want it towards yourselves, and the rest of us can fuck off.

I've never been truly welcome at any particular fandom table, and I used to think there were just some pockets of fandom that were toxic (I've had my own issues in the tdp official discord, and somehow I don't even post stuff from a public discord on here)

but apparently it's just all of you.

Again, thanks for an expanded blocklist.

something that’s been at the root of a lot of conflict I’ve witnessed over the past year:

People are allowed to have different opinions. It’s not inherently negativity to voice criticism of something you otherwise love.

The negativity I care about and would rather limit in my spaces? Negativity towards people.

When I say I want fandom to be a positive space, I mean I want positivity towards people, not indiscriminate positivity towards the media itself. That indiscriminate positivity comes at the cost of letting people express themselves, and people are more important than ideas. Period.

People have different experiences. People bring different things to the table. People are diverse and messy and unknowably complicated, and that’s a beautiful thing that I want more of in my life.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[benevolenterrancy]

Art prompt of Shen Qingqiu holding the aro flag (fits his color scheme)

the real reason this man doesn't realise he's tripping every romance flag in the story

[vanillahealer]

ANOTHER one about Pavlova because I FORGOT to put this in the other reblogs. Anyway!

of course, as always, spoilers for beast yeast ep 9! tw: dissociation/derealization, delusions (specifically the dangers of breaking those delusions. this is why dissociation/derealization comes up. so tldr; reality checking), cult-like themes again

Alright. The thing I want to talk about is more lines from the arena. To be honest, I would've never seen these if I wasn't trying to see these lines, and/or if I wasn't trying to finish arena matches as soon as possible. But they.... they made me think of even more analyses.

[Image ID: Pavlova Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom with a dialogue box that says "Love is a battlefield, he he." End image ID.]

Love is. Love is what? A battlefield? I mean... sure, actually. Love can be a battlefield because you're trying to win your soulmate(s) over or you and your loved one(s) are having an argument. I'm sure that's what that means.

[Image ID: Pavlova Cookie with a dialogue box saying "Some prefer... tough love." End image ID.]

...What do we think this means. What do we think this means? What does this imply? That Pavlova knows what tough love is? That Eternal Sugar Cookie has methods of said tough love? Is this what turning Cookies into statues is called in the Garden? Is this "re-educating?" Or is it both?

[Image ID: Pavlova Cookie with a dialogue box that says "Must I...?" End image ID.]

Now, I thought about this in a few different ways. "Must he..." fight other Cookies in the Arena? Unfortunately yes... but in the Garden of Delights, I don't think that guy ever had a problem with doing that in the first place. I think he's asking a question to the order given to him, just like Eternal Sugar Cookie's orders to gather "Outsider Cookies" and bring them into the Garden. It especially makes sense in the Arena—We all know what his arrows do. It just makes me wonder... Yes, Pavlova Cookie hates his job. He hates bringing Cookies into the Garden. ...But he also doesn't. He loves Love. He loves sharing it to others. He's just not sure if this is true love or not, and he's been indoctrinated to believe it is. Again, in my view, if he were to say it wasn't true love, that would be detrimental. Absolutely shattering to both him and others in the Garden. It would break him. And I think he knows that. He's scared of the dangers of this delusion, but he's so afraid to confront it because of the damage that it will do to him. This is the dangers and the pains of delusions. Yes, they [sometimes can be/are] ways of coping, but they... anyway. I think you get it. Sorry if this is weird, I usually finish my sentences/parts of analyses, but this one. I have delusions myself so it's a little hard. Hope you guys get it though.

[Image ID: Pavlova Cookie with a dialogue box saying "Love must be WON!" End image ID.]

Love must be what? Love must be WON? Alright, that first part of this analyses about love being a battlefield is all WRONG. "Love is a battlefield!" "Love must be WON!" .....So you're telling me.. that Pavlova is this close to Eternal Sugar—right under her command alongside Sugarfly Cookie—because that is the highest level of love a Cookie of the Garden can get? That he evidently fought for his position in some way, he competed for it? Well, it makes sense. What if the Sugar Angels DO hate their job? What if they're just so eager to help out because of the consequences? The consequences of being useless, of being defiant, of being a troublemaker: Not getting loved, and in turn, being turned into a statue/sculpture?

It's so sad. Pavlova. Stop being so sad. I'm sorry. The more I look into this, the sadder it becomes. In Beast Yeast ep 10, we better save him. Please, someone save him. And Sugarfly. And the other Cookies of the Garden. I am increasingly hating Eternal Sugar (even if, now that I have her, I'm going to analyze her next.) but. Yeah anyway. I should've posted this a week ago but I just forgot 💔 Will immediately go on CRK to do research on Eternal Sugar, though. Stay tuned for that, I think.

dear followers, this is NOT an agere post

it's a CRK post, so... if you dont want that, dont worry about it! /gen

beast yeast ep 9 spoilers!! also it has angst also this is a VERY LONG post. specifically, below the cut is 3,834 words and 21,377 characters.

cw/tw: cognitive and emotional dissonance, emotional abuse (from a leader and/or mother figure), brainwashing?, cult, the word "pill" and a large part of this revolves around a metaphorical/emotional illness/disease

So I have a lot of thoughts about this episode. Things that I haven't seen talked about yet so I wanted to bring it up for the more-into-crk-lore-than-I-am-people if they see this.

Most people have mentioned or are aware of the things going on with Pavlova Cookie, Sugarfly Cookie, and Eternal Sugar Cookie. I think most believe that Pavlova Cookie and Sugarfly Cookie are and have been being abused by Eternal Sugar Cookie in some way. Some may even think Eternal Sugar Cookie is a cult leader. I've heard that suggestion be tossed around. Some may view her as an abusive mother figure. And all of that, in this post, will be posited. This is the basis of this post.

First, I'd like to point out something that I noticed quite early on in this episode, after everyone got to the Garden. The Sugar Angels—the ones who help heal the other Cookies—didn't seem to ever hate their job. I'm in a line of thinking that Pavlova Cookie, Sugarfly Cookie, and the Sugar Angels are different types of Cookies. I have no idea if there's any evidence to this, but I just sort of get that vibe. Which could mean a bunch of things. We could be seeing a type of hierarchy. The Sugar Angels are the most common type of Cookie there. They could be the main population, for lack of a better term. Pavlova Cookie and Sugarfly Cookie seem to be more-directly-under Eternal Sugar Cookie's commands and orders. Which is... "weird," in a sense—At least, it seems weird. Raspberry Cookie's line of (paraphrased), "Wow, a Cookie from House Raspberry would never shirk off their duty to another Cookie!" comes to mind for Pavlova Cookie. If Pavlova Cookie is as close (in terms of order of command) to Eternal Sugar Cookie, why would he act childishly? Why does he not like his duty? Why isn't he more loyal, like Sugarfly Cookie?

I think it's complicated. I think he actually does like his job. His job is to give Happiness to all, and by proxy, lead everyone to the Garden. And with all that he talks about Love—and his fascination on Love—and it really seems genuine. He DOES want to help all Cookies. He does want to spread Love and Happiness to all. Who wouldn't? I mean, he's been told all his life that Love and Happiness is good. But something's interesting. "Pain and sorrow are not allowed in the Garden." This leads us to, again, multiple things... One, Pavlova Cookie likes pain and sorrow too. The first time we meet him, he talks about a love tragedy. And how that love tragedy is apparently deliciously interesting. It seems that a "normal" Cookie of the Garden (idk what else to call them,) would be crying and deeply hurt about a love tragedy. If Pavlova Cookie shared this news to everyone else, he would be the bringer of bad news. He would make everyone in that Garden sad. But then again, sadness is unacceptable. Pavlova Cookie, being (assumingly) one of—or the only—Cookie of the Garden who can go to the Outside World, is the only Cookie of the Garden who actually sees pain and sorrow. He resonates with it. He understands it—and he loves it because this is the only place where he is also understood. It's very unnatural—and rather impossible—for someone to be happy all the time. Even Eternal Sugar Cookie expresses more emotions than just happiness and bliss in her own Garden. But anything other than Happiness is bad. Any other emotion is bad. Is horrible. Is needed to be snuffed out like a candle's flame. In the Garden, you are not allowed to feel anything other than this one thing. But what causes Happiness? In the game, Eternal Sugar Cookie literally says that Happiness is going after what you want. And that doesn't sound bad at all.

...Except it is. And it is to her, as well. Why else would she get upset at Pavlova Cookie? When he wants Hollyberry and everyone else to stay, he is doing what he wants. In fact, he's doing his job. He fully believes that this is apart of his duty as a member of the Cookies of the Garden. He believes this is what Eternal Sugar Cookie wants of him. And he's right. He is to bring Happiness to all Cookies, which means they are to stay in Eternal Sugar Cookie's Garden. This is what she wants. However, despite doing exactly that, Pavlova Cookie gets scolded by Eternal Sugar Cookie. He is told that this is now wrong. Yet another thing is wrong——exactly what Eternal Sugar Cookie wants is wrong. Now, there was no reason for Eternal Sugar Cookie to get upset at him like how she did. I feel like diffusing the situation would've been nice, unless she did and I just don't remember. Anyway, he objectively did nothing wrong as per her orders. But she fixated her eyes on him, filled with cold, piercing daggers. She told him that she would re-educate him. She does not understand him, and he does not understand her, in a sense. ...Or we can say it's one or the other, simultaneously. She does understand him, and he doesn't. This can be the case because she knows he wants to help, but he doesn't know her plan. Simple as that. Now let's say she doesn't understand him, but he understands her. He knows what she wants. Obviously, for he's acting all of this out and he's doing what he thinks is best. She thinks he is "going against her" by doing this. He is in the way of her plans. Both of these are true. ...They both know that she is leading the Cookies straight to danger. They both know that "pain and sorrow is bad for all Cookies." (Pavlova Cookie can still not know about the plan here. Any Cookie going out of the Garden is bad enough——he knows that himself. Just an added layer onto this.) But somehow, "pain and sorrow" is being allowed by Eternal Sugar Cookie. ...The outsider cookies are free to feel pain. They are free to express how hurt they are. They are free to tell her, "I'm not feeling okay." They are allowed to leave the Garden, get hurt, and come back and be treated with kindness and healings and benevolence. Pavlova Cookie, Sugarfly Cookie, the Sugar Angels, and other Cookies/Desserts of the Garden do NOT have this freedom. To add onto this, the outsider Cookies—Hollyberry, Wildberry, and Raspberry Cookie—judge him too. They judge Pavlova Cookie. Hollyberry Cookie tells Eternal Sugar Cookie that he seems to only prioritize what he wants. (I hear Pavlova Cookie argue, "This is Happiness. This is Eternal Sugar Cookie's blessing! And in doing this, I am helping other Cookies get Happiness too!!") Wildberry Cookie and Raspberry Cookie mock him, telling him he shouldn't pawn off his duties to another. ("Stop it! No one understands! My mother figure tells me I'm wrong when I'm doing exactly what she wants! You outsider Cookies don't understand me either! The only one who understands is Sugarfly Cookie!" I hear Pavlova Cookie vent out his frustrations.) Sugarfly Cookie seems like a sibling to him. They are happy to take the jobs for Pavlova Cookie. They understand how emotionally hurt he is, for his job is to go to the Outside World and view how much pain and sadness is in it, only to be constantly denied his own pain and sadness. He is in the world where this should not happen. He is meeting the Cookies that can help him. He sees where they live, he knows the creatures of the land. He knows pain and sadness exist here, freely, without constraint. If there is one place where he could be understood, it is here.

And he isn't. And even so, he has a job to do. He is to spread Happiness to others. The Happiness that he doesn't fully know. The Happiness that confuses him. The one that he doesn't know if it's bad or good. He doesn't know why he feels sadness. Why he feels hurt. This is the place where pain and sadness does not exist. The Garden is where all Cookies are cared for. He should not feel this way. He, while feeling these emotions, is betraying Eternal Sugar Cookie herself. He can't admit it to others, let alone admit it to himself. But he still likes giving Happiness to outsider Cookies. Because who doesn't want to be happy? Happiness will be good. Forever. It is impossible for Happiness to be a bad thing. Happiness is good. Happiness is right. It is the way of the Garden, and it is the way of his mother figure. Its importance has been passed down and spread all across the Garden. He would be a fool to say Happiness is bad. Everyone would laugh. Maybe even Sugarfly Cookie. Sugarfly Cookie does not know the Outside World. It's debatable if they once knew it. But as of now, they do not. If they did, it's been far too long for it to mean anything to them anyway. Because they are Happy now. They are in the Garden of Delights, where nothing can hurt them. What Eternal Sugar Cookie does is not hurtful. It is not painful. Her actions cause no pain. Pavlova Cookie complains only because he visits the Outside World, where pain and sorrow reign and reside. He is affected by the outside influences. It is natural that he needs to come back to the Garden and rejuvenate himself.

("But he tells me he experiences Happiness there, too. He says pain and sorrow give him Happiness. He tells me that love tragedies are wonderful. That broken hearts cause his heart to fill," I hear Sugarfly Cookie try to reason with their confused thoughts. "He is sick. He needs help more than anyone. But he tells me—and I understand—why he cannot tell the Sugar Angels. Word will get to Mother. And Pavlova Cookie has tried so hard to keep all of this away from her for so long. However... I still don't know what it is that causes him this odd Happiness. I want to see it for myself. I want to understand him.") And they tell Pavlova Cookie they want to go with him one day. They trust him. They want to help him. They want to understand him. And so they go. They see it with their own eyes what grants Pavlova Cookie this odd Happiness. ...And this could go in so many different directions. The only thing we know for sure (at least this is assumed for this post,) is that Eternal Sugar Cookie found out. However... I think it to be like this. Sugarfly Cookie is terrified. Upon knowing the truth, Pavlova Cookie's situation is more dire than they expected. Crying creatures are granting him inner peace. Tears. Anger. Fits of frustration between lovers. Heartbreak. Violence. Emotions that are not allowed in the Garden is causing Pavlova Cookie "Happiness." This odd Happiness that he calls "Understanding." ("He tells me that he wants to do this. He wants to look like them. He wants to... cry. They are in pain. Their hearts are hurting. Pavlova Cookie... wants pain?" Sugarfly Cookie questions. "He is sick—He is very, very ill. I must tell Mother. I must tell her so she can heal him.") They tell Eternal Sugar Cookie about what transpired. Sugarfly Cookie is mortified of the Outside World. Eternal Sugar Cookie sees how hurt Sugarfly Cookie is—and promises to them that they will never again have to visit that place. They will be safe in the Garden. Forever. The new armor is wonderful. It's a bit heavy—Sugarfly Cookie can't exactly fly correctly, or fly at all. At most, they can hover, but that is alright. Being closer to the Garden is better. Having direct contact with the sweet clouds will surely help. No wonder it takes so long for Pavlova Cookie to heal. He can fly. But Mother did not give him new armor. In fact, she did not change anything about him at all, it seems. At best, she talked to him, and that was all. She told everyone she taught him a new lesson.

("But still, Pavlova Cookie is hurt. He still goes to the Outside World. But he has to. It is his job.... I feel bad for him. He is the only one who can go into the Outside World. He is the only one who can escort the outside Cookies to the Garden. He must witness the pain and sorrow from that world, and must go directly to Mother so she can help him. The Other World is cruel. But it must be this way. Pavlova Cookie is suffering. He mistook his Happiness. He wanted to cry not because he felt understood. He wants to cry because he is a Cookie of the Garden. And we are not to look upon or feel pain. And yet he does. He is the only one who does... While thinking about Pavlova Cookie, something happens to my heart. Something blooms within it. It is not Mother's Happiness. It feels like it droops lower than my wings with this new armor. This.... This is from the Outside World. This... is the disease that Pavlova Cookie is ill with. I contracted it, too, when I went to that sickly place. It... hurts. But in due time, because I am forever in the Garden, I will heal. Pavlova Cookie still has jobs to do. I will happily do anything he asks me to—I must help alleviate his pain. ...Oh, Mother has the same look upon her face when she taught him the new lesson. Pavlova Cookie will get too close to the Outside World—That is why he does not want to lead the outside Cookies back to their world. He does not want to get more sick. I understand. I will escort them for him while Mother reeducates him.")

...

"Pavlova Cookie? Come closer to me," says Eternal Sugar Cookie. "...Yes? You called for me?" responds Pavlova Cookie... ...with fear in his voice. He knows that he was wrong. Pain and sadness can be felt by Outsider Cookies. Of course they can. It originates from their world, of course. ("I hope 'Mother' will heal me this time. I hope it's not just telling me things I already know. That her plans are absolute, that her plans are very planned out. That she knows what she is doing. All I want is for 'Mother' to heal me like Sugarfly Cookie believes. But not like the sculptures... And don't restrict my flight.... And don't ban me from ever visiting the Outside World... No. No, that is impossible. I am useful. I am the only one who has this job. I am useful. I must be kept in this job. I must be doing well. Mother will pardon one mistake. She will keep me in this role. She will. She has to. It is..... healing me. It makes my heart full. Surely, she knows that. She understands me. ...

I keep thinking about Sugarfly Cookie and I's exchange before those outsider Cookies left. I asked if they remembered the pain that cannot be healed... They did, they do remember it. Because we both have it. We both have the disease that came from the Outside World. But... that's what Mother says. To me, I think it's not a disease at all. It helps... It... helps. And no one understands. No one but Sugarfly Cookie, and even they are on the fence about it...") There's a crazy amount of dissonance here. Of ambivalence. I hope you guys are getting what I'm putting down. It's sort of hard to explain to be honest. ...I want to talk about this.

[Image ID: A screenshot of Pavlova Cookie's dialogue from Cookie Run Kingdom. There are two sides of the image, left and right. Left side says the word "Victory." Right side says three quotes. In order, the first is: "Love always wins!" The second is: "Ahh, the power of love!" and the final one is "With love, Pavlova Cookie!" End image ID.]

I want to talk about that last one. "With love, Pavlova Cookie!" Who says their own name? Why would you do that? It's because he's quoting someone else. "With love, Pavlova Cookie!..." said Eternal Sugar Cookie, during one of the "reeducating sessions." It's like she's telling him, reinforcing into him that he is not doing any evil. He is not doing anything bad. Spreading Happiness can NOT be bad. Ever. Shooting arrows at others is not bad. Killing monsters is not bad. Winning, even if the "stubborn Cookies" resisted, is not bad. You won. You achieved victory. And you did it with love. I see a lot of posts talking about the statues/sculptures. I want to add to this.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Name of decor: Tender Dream Raspberry Jam. Visual Description: A statue of a Sugar Angel ontop of a raspberry jam jar. Has a small amount of jam on its right wing and head. In-game Description: "May your slumbers be happy in the Garden of Delights! Eternal Sugar Cookie herself has crafted these intricate jars of jam to keep Cookie protected from pain and suffering for all eternity. It is said that this jam tastes like the warmest memory of your life. Those splatters of jam on the statue…? Don't you worry, sweetest!" End image ID.]

I want to focus on the end part. The splatters of jam. So... this is just pure confirmation that these transformations are painful. They bleed. They are in pain when these happen. Have another one.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Name of Decor: Sweet Slumber Blueberry Jam. Visual Description: A statue of a Sugar Angel on-top of a jar of blueberry jam. A blue tear comes from its right eye. In-game Description: May your slumbers be happy in the Garden of Delights! Eternal Sugar Cookie herself has crafted these intricate jars of jam to keep Cookies protected from sorrow and suffering for all eternity. it is said that this jam tastes like the fondest memory of your life. Why does the statue look like it's crying…? Those are happy tears, sweetest!" End image ID. ]

The fact that there's two of them—different ones—with either jam or tears... insinuates that there's different types of "petrification"? One that gives physical pain and another that is emotional? That's just a theory though.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Decor Name: Sugar Peacock. Visual Description: A purple peacock with seven tails. The peacock's eyes are closed, but eyes are on the ends of the tails. One eye per tail. In-game Description: These majestic birds with feathers of sleek, shiny candy walk gracefully around the Garden of Delights. With their eyes constantly closed, it may seem as though they are dreaming—but make no mistake: their real eyes are on the tips of their tail plumes. Day after day, these eyes witness happy faces. But… what happens if a face is not happy?" End image ID.]

"What happens if a face is not happy?" Another case of "any emotion except for Happiness is bad" in this place. And apparently, peacocks symbolize beauty, divinity, power, confidence... and "the beautiful things of life." Wow.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Decor Name: Mashmallow Candy Pillars (Top). Visual Description: Two pink pillars hold up a small part of a pale white ceiling. The pink part looks soft. In-game Description: A soft marshmallow wraps around a sturdy candy pillar making it completely harmless in the event of a sudden collision. The sensation of its plushy embrace upon impact has some Cookies dreaming of turning this pill-ar into the pill-ow of their dreams… but will they ever succeed?" End image ID.]

Ohhh man. The "pill" part of those words are getting singled out. This inspired the whole "sickness/illness/disease" things above. Like, of course this society would have parallels to sicknesses. They literally heal others... but I didn't expect this in this description.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Name of Decor: Winged Tree. Visual Description: A tree with purple angel wings as its leaves. In-game Description: "No one is ever busy in the Garden of Delights! Why soar in the sky when you can slumber in the shade of this tree? Legend has it that is how this tree gained its wings—the previous owner no longer needed them." End image ID.]

"The previous owner no longer needed them..." ...What does this mean. What does this mean??? Does Eternal Sugar Cookie just straight up... you know...? I mean, I guess it makes sense. You can hurt your people as much as you want because they are in the realm of healing and stuff. It won't matter how much pain you experience because you can just get all of that wiped away.

[ Image ID: A screenshot of a decor from Cookie Run Kingdom. Decor Name: Swimming Tooth Rock. Visual Description: A tooth that can…swim… Apparently these are creatures in this world. In-game Description: This Toothling has rotted from drinking too much grape juice flowing through the Garden of Delights. However, it still will not stop, despite the pain… Perhaps, it lives as a testament to the phrase, "All is good in moderation." End image ID.]

...So are we just going to say that everyone in the Garden is raised to be masochistic...? The phrase "All is good in moderation" and like there's no moderation? They genuinely think it's good for them? Is this what this means?

But, yeah, anyway. I think this is crazy. Not to mention the music. I find it absolutely fascinating that the boss battle theme is a remix of the like, main theme of the place, I think. I know that makes sense, but... something about the boss battle theme just seems so... conflicted. The good that you know suddenly becomes bad. Everything you've ever lived for twists itself into disparagement by Eternal Sugar Cookie in-front of your eyes. It feels like the truth is coming out, yet you have a vague idea of said truth... It feels like you don't know which one to believe in.

But anyway. Sorry for this whole very extremely long post. Maybe I'll come back to this again and/or start posting my other ideas about stuff. I didn't even talk about Hollyberry or Eternal Sugar's relationship. My thoughts on it are probably.... different than others. I'll just say I like Eternal Sugar more than Hollyberry. ...Which..... is interesting, given that I don't exactly *like* like Eternal Sugar. Anyone else think Pavlova Cookie and Sugarfly Cookie see each other as siblings btw? Anyway. I'll stop rambling. This has gotten long enough.

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[lieutenantselnia]

I'm currently unsure whether I should be happy or stressed about the fact that there are only like 5 more weeks until the end of the semester - on one hand the summer holidays can't arrive fast enough so I can rest and have free time again but on the other hand there's still so much to finish within that time frame and ugh I'm just tired😵‍💫

At least today (or more like yesterday by the time I post this) I had a fun day, I went to a wildlife park with friends (a trip we've had planned since a couple weeks already), I'm sure I haven't been to the place in like a decade but it was really fun! I didn't think to take a lot of pictures of the animals, but here's a plush trout I got at the souvenir shop🐟