#num speaks

[solplease]

OPENING COMMISSIONS!!

hi hi i've decided to open commissions!

here's a link to the carrd i made with all my information on it

i hope to have made everything as clear as i possibly can but if not, feel free to message me here, on twitter, or on discord (@solplease)

my email and the contact i put above are all on the carrd as well!

please be sure to read everything carefully before deciding to commission me!

thank you so much!! :>

[ganymedesclock]

So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?

Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!

A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.

Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.

Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.

From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.

As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".

Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.

Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.

This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.

[cherryblogss]

nós mulheres q vimos o hc de pre venda da cherryblogss q foi apagado sem querer💔 a frase A PATROA FICOU MALUCA comecou a fazer sentido...

kkkkkkkk cara ate hj eu to de luto com aquela porra

eu tava super animada com esse hc em específico, mas até desanimei pra escrever depois que perdi metade pq o tumblr me sacaneou😔 eu sou super perfeccionista e a do enzo, que tava completa, ficou tão bom e aceitável na minha opinião veyyyyyyy⚰️

quem sabe esse fim de semana eu tento finalizar mas acho difícil

[digi-lov]

Double Tamer Cards of the Adventure Kids from BT5!

It's a little weird that Takeru & Hikari/ T.K. & Kari didn't get a double Tamer card like this, when they would've worked perfect for Yellow.

Its also not the case that Hikari/Kari hasn't joined the team at this point either. She's also had her own Tamer cards in both BT2 and BT4 before this.

There are more Tamer Card Sets of the Adventure kids for both Tri. and Kizuna, but Takeru and Hikari are the only ones not getting a double kiddy card like this.

[emilycollins00]

Today I was about to read some fics on ao3 from friend writers and oh boy I overestimated my strenght now what

[the1trueanon]

Idea 4: Vanny comes back

I'm gonna be honest, this one is my personal favorite, and I am quite surprised that it hasn't been done yet.* Think of the angst potential!

*This is no longer true

Imagine it's been a few weeks since the 3 star ending and the 3 goobers are getting more acclimated to living with each other. Gregory is getting used to the fact that he has 2 adult figures that actually care about him. Vanessa’s nightmares are starting to become less severe. Freddy’s head was reattached to his body, and he now remotely controls a child-size bear doll (like a Lonely Freddy but not evil) so he can still easily be with Gregory when he isn't at the pizzaplex.

The day would start like any other: everyone wakes up, goes through their morning routines, and eats some breakfast. Gregory finishes first and gets up to go and wash off his plate in the sink. That is when it happens, Vanessa starts to feel a little off, like she is moving slower than normal. At first, she brushes it off as her still waking up. Then she hears a voice… a voice she only hears in her worst nightmares… VANNYS voice. Vanessa would then discover that she could no longer move or speak. She could only watch as she felt herself get up from her chair, and pick up a knife from off of the counter. The reason that she still has any knives at all is for Gregory to use to spread various condiments on his school sandwiches when he makes them.

Meanwhile, Gregory and Freddy are near the sink, having a conversation about Freddy's obsession with dad jokes or something (You are the Morbest superstar!) They turn around, preparing to return to Gregory's room to get ready for school, and they see Vanessa, holding a knife. Gregory would feel a sharp twinge of betrayal before looking at Vanessa's face to see that her calm green eyes, ones that had reassured him after many a nightmare, were now glowing a sickly purple. Freddy and Gregory would realize that the person in front of them was no longer Vanessa, but Vanny.

Vanny raises her arm, Gregory is looking for a way out. He is also preparing for the possibility of being killed, and he doesn't want to give Vanny the satisfaction of being scared if that happens. Through all this, Vanessa is trying desperately to retake control, all the while Vanny mocks her efforts, making sure that Vanessa won't be able to mentally look away from her worst fear, the death of her savior by her own hands. Freddy is preparing to try and jump in front of Gregory at the last second to try and cushion the blow of the knife using his plush form.

Just before Vanny is able to deliver the killing blow, she disappears. No warning at all, like a true glitch, Freddy and Gregory watch as Vanessa's eyes flicker from purple back to green, drops the knife and collapses to the floor, hugs herself and sits in complete silence for a few seconds before bursting into hysterical tears.

That is where I will leave it, what happens next is for y'all to decide!

ALSFJDKSAFJDJFSD OOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO The angst potentiallllll I love it!! >:D

On one hand, I do believe that the virus is currently gone from Nessa now, and that in order to trigger it, she'd need another exposure (....more angst potential, perhaps 👀 >:3 her getting caught by those affected and brainwashed again >:D). HOWEVER, the idea of her having to deal with it again is just mmmmmm especially if she thinks that maybe she got away without the exposure doing anything to her?? Yessssssssssssssss >:DDD Also, if the Princess Quest games can't free her anymore? If they have to find a new way to save her?? If she has to relive that horror without being able to ever take control of it??? Delicious. Delicious angst

I also really love the idea of plushie Freddy pal for Gregory -w- Freddy is now Gregory's comfort tiny and father figure all at once XD

[kyuala]

ouvindo back for more só agora e amei só me irrita qdo a anitta canta em espanhol kkkkkkkkkk

[creads]

if i speak🎙☝🏻 NA BOA imagina colocar uma aliança dourada nesse anelar aqui. não sei vocês mas essa foto passa energia enzo!noivo que te pediu em casamento num chalézinho quando vocês estavam deitadinhos na cama depois de fuder, os dedos grossinho passeando pelas suas costas que o suor já tinha secado, fazendo carinho ali enquanto aninha seu rostinho deitado no peito dele. ele não tinha nem comprado o anel ainda, mas nesse momento não consegue se segurar e pergunta se você quer se casar com ele, o resultado disso é você dizendo sim com um sorrisinho preguiçoso no rosto e depois de alguns minutos se beijando ele dentro de você de novo, fudendo de volta a porra que ele deixou em você há pouco tempo atrás, devagarinho. e outro resultado disso vem meses depois, em que você já tá com a barriguinha aparecendo, grandinha até, e vê seu noivo chegar no apartamento com duas sacolas☝🏻aquelas ecobags de plástico viva a sustentabilidade 🙏🏻🍾🕊🌿 SUPER pesadas mas né filhas com uns bração desses nem vem pq não tem, molezinha molezinha. você tá na cozinha fazendo um lanchinho quando vê ele entrar no cômodo, até chega perto pra oferecer ajuda, mas ele só franze o cenho - faz até um biquinho - ao acenar um ‘não’ com a cabeça (é o jeito dele de falar tá maluca?????). e old que a noite ele vai passar oleozinho na sua barriga por mais que ele saiba que você fica toda afetadinha ao ver ele usando só um samba-canção enquanto passa as mãos grandes lambuzadas do óleo cheiroso na barriguinha inchada, principalmente ao reparar no antebraço cheio de veias e claro: a aliança dourada, que indica que ele é totalmente seu Homem!!! (e knows what he’s doing ok!!!! ele sabe que toda vez depois de te acariciar desse jeito você vai pedir toda manhosinha pra ele te fuder, e ele fica tipo 😊 claro nena, mas no fundo tá 😛😛😛😛😛😛que problemão emmm não era nem um pouco minha intenção te comer lentinho)

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Heather)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[solplease]

IVE BEEN FREED FROM HOSPITAL

[eretzyisrael]

WORDS OF THE PROPHET

In parsha Balak, the Moabite King Balak becomes concerned that the Israelites are too numerous and will defeat Moab like they defeated the Amorites. (Num. 22:3) Balak hires Balaam, a non-Jewish prophet, to curse the Jewish people. God speaks to Balaam and says, “You must not curse that people, for they are blessed.” (Num. 22:12) Balaam explains to Balak that despite the massive reward offered for proclaiming curses on the king’s perceived enemies, the prophet can only say what God wants him to say. 

Used to getting his way, Balak insists that Balaam curse the Jews and takes the prophet to the top of a mountain overlooking the Israelite settlement. Balaam tries three times, from three different vantage points, to pronounce curses on the Jews, but each time he showers them with blessings instead! Although Balaam himself despises the Jews, his blessings, channeled directly from God, have become some of the most treasured lines in Jewish liturgy. One of Balaam’s most famous blessings is said when a Jew enters synagogue: "How goodly are your tents, O Jacob, Your dwellings, O Israel!” 

Medieval commentator Rashi explains that Balaam, looking down from the mountaintop, is amazed by the unique way the Israelites set up their tents. Although arranged in an orderly format, no tent faces any other tent, giving each Jewish family privacy. Rashi posits another possible explanation for Balaam’s poetic reference to the Israelites’ goodly tents. He may be describing the Mishkan - the portable Temple where God’s presence dwells in the wilderness. In fact, both explanations are intertwined because a Jewish home is considered a mini-Temple. When we fill our living places with Torah and mitzvahs, with family harmony and holiday celebration, we bring God’s presence inside to create a home of holiness. 

Image: Balak’s Sacrifice and Balaam’s Prophecy by August Hirschvogel, 1548

[thefreakydeaky]

After the Thrill is Gone

Part Two

Negan Smith x Reader

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

Three days went by and he was still calling you, texting you, begging you to reconsider. It was hell. You were tempted to give in, but one look at your little ones' happy faces was a good enough motivator to stay strong.

On Friday morning he called incessantly for an entire hour. At the tenth call you picked up.

"Just give me a second, just hear me out-"

"It's over between us."

"Let's talk about this. Meet me at noon. I'll text you the room num-"

"Stop calling me." You interrupted forcefully and blocked his number.

The desire to see him was so strong. To disuade yourself, you spent the day with your mother in law, taking her around town so she could accomplish all her errands.

That night as you lay in bed, you tried not to think about him. Reliving the time you had spent together, some of the hottest sex you had ever had wasn't going to help anything. A particularly sexy memory came to mind and it was hard to push it away. Negan's guttural groans as you had sucked his long cock. His praise -

That's my good girl. You're doing so well. Keep going, Baby. Just like that.

- rang in your ears. Your skin tingled. You shifted onto your side. Your eyes traced the outline of Daryl's face in the dark. He was a handsome man, your husband. There was so much to love about him. He was honest, kind, hard working, responsible. He always treated you with respect. He was a loving and involved father. Only one persistant problem existed in your relationship, his intimacy issues.

You understood that he had a hard childhood. He told you the horror stories about his abusive father and abusive older brother. All the hurt and trauma they had caused him made it hard for him to be emotionally available. This extended even to the physical, in that affectionate touching, from a hug to touching his shoulder made him extremely uncomfortable. He never initiated such contact with you and you felt rejected anytime you had accidentally given into the urge to show a physical sign of affection.

The only time he ever touched you of his own accord it was sexual. You sighed. You weren't unhappy with every aspect of your life together, it was just this one thing. You felt ungrateful for being so upset by it. Despite your attempt to suck it up and ignore the problem, he had noticed a difference in you. You were distant too. Before long you stopped sleeping with him. Things between you became cold and that stole the smile from your face.

Four years ago, you had met Negan and your affair had begun. Then a few months ago, Daryl approached you with the idea that you go to marriage counseling. He warmed your heart speaking passionately about being in love with you and wanting to save your family. You had agreed. It was work and it was slow going, but there was a bit of improvement already.

You hadn't slept with him since your last pregnancy. You didn't think you should start now. It was your fear that he would see you being willing to have sex with him as your relationship being fixed. The last thing you wanted was for him to give up, to stop trying. You didn't know that your marriage would have survived if things continued on the rocky path you had been on. So, you took a deep breath and turned to the opposite side.

••••••••••••••

You put the protection blanket your mother in law had made you on the shopping cart before seating your baby. Then you grabbed your purse and began putting your keys and phone in it. Just as you managed to close the zipper, your phone rang.

You made a grunt of annoyance. You closed the car door then started digging through your purse. By the time you found it, it had stopped ringing.

You sighed. Then you locked your car

and began pushing the cart to the store. Millie sat quietly playing with her favorite toy, a rag doll that had seen better days. Your mom saved it from your childhood and so you passed it down to Millie.

You made it through the produce section before your phone rang again. It was a call from a phone number you didn't recognize. While you knew it was most likely a telemarketer you answered just in case it was important.

"Hello?"

There was no sound. You waited for a second before you spoke again.

"Hello?" You said, pushing your cart down the aisle.

Negan's deep voice said your name.Your breath caught in your throat. It couldn't be. Not again.

"When you stopped answering I couldn't help but think something bad happened to you."

You swallowed nervously.

"I'm fine."

He sighed into the microphone.

"Don't do this to me. Not seeing you is screwing with my head. I don't know about you, but I'm not doing well."

"I told you. I'm fine." You lied.

"We can't not be together. We won't survive it. We can't live without each other."

"Why don't you just focus on other things in your life, like work or I don't know, maybe, your wife? You'll get over it. Just give it time." You patronized coldly. Your hands shook with anxiety.

"I won't get over it. I won't get over you. Why can't you understand that?"

"For fuck's sake, find something else to do with your time. Stop fucking calling me." You snapped and ended the call.

"Fuck!" Your daughter mimicked. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Oh, Fuck." You uttered regretfully.

Your phone rang in your hand. Another strange number. You turned your phone off, deciding to go to the phone service store afterwards to change your number.

•••••••••••••••••••

"She had too many telemarketers calling, Ma."

You lay in the middle of your bed in your purple nightie listening to Daryl's phone call.

"I'll change her number in your phone tomorrow." He promised. "Alright. Good Night, Ma. Bye."

He sighed long and tired.

"Did you have to change your number? I been gettin' calls all day about it."

It was your turn to sigh.

"I texted everyone who needed to know. Who called?"

Daryl took off his jeans and started changing into his pajama pants.

"Your Mother, your Grandmother, your Aunts, my Mother." He tied the drawstring of the grey flannel bottoms. "And every one a them wanted to know if everythin' was okay, was it a scam or did you really change your number and why you changed your number."

He came to the bed and reached for the edge of the blanket. You scooted over onto your side.

"Were you really gettin' that many calls?"

You sat up and started pulling your half of the covers down, so you could get underneath them.

"Yeah. Non stop."

"Hmm." Daryl shifted, trying to get comfortable.

"What?"

"Haven't heard your phone ring much."

"It got annoying. So, I've been keeping it on silent most of the time." You turned and turned off the lamp.

"Oh."

You lay there quietly for some time. You flinched at being touched all of a sudden. Daryl's hand had found yours under the sheet. He laced his fingers with yours. Understanding that he was making an effort, you didn't reject him. You curled your fingers around his a little to let him know you appreciated the gesture.

[rocknroll7575]

A Battle of Pink! (Pt.1)

"The Fight between the Heiress and the Bandit Queen was over... Nora Valkyrie stood triumphed!"

Nora looked at the beaten and bloody Weiss Schnee, and she grabbed the girl by the ponytail, forcing her head to look at her.

"You ain't broken, right? So tell me where I can find Ruby Rose, I hear she's the toughest Student at Beacon!" Nora said with glee.

"It was at this moment that thing seemed lost for the Heiress, she was sure that Nora Valkyrie was going to bash her head in, and yet, while her body was broken..."

Weiss spat blood in Nora's face and grinned and the ginger, "Sorry, but I think you hit me too hard I can't understand the shitty words spewing from your mouth!"

"Her spirit wasn't broken,"

Nora grinned wickedly as she let Weiss fall forward and raised her Hammer up, "Maybe another wack to the head will jog ya memory!" Nora cried.

Suddenly, from behind the pink Bandit, a loud crash was heard and she and Weiss looked to see a figure standing in the dust and once it cleared, the figure was revealed to be...

"NEON!?" Weiss asked in shock

Neon walked out of the dust and smirked at Weiss, "Weiss! Is this really what the so-called "Best Huntress out of Atlas" can do!?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"Just when all hope seemed lost, a savior arrived in the form of Neon Katt, but will this Queen of the Dance Floor stand a chance against the Queen of the Bandits?"

Nora restered her hammer on her shoulders and smirked at Neon, "Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Nora cried, "I'm getting more excited!" Nora cried.

Suddenly, Neon appeared in front of Neon, and with a single strike from her num-chucks, sent Nora flying into a pillar, nearly sending her through it.

Weiss was in shock when she saw the level of strength the Neon displayed, she had never shown any such level of power before, even in the Vytal Tournament!

Suddenly, Weiss also began to hear music and saw that Neon was wearing headphones and saw Neon was wearing something a break dancer would wear, gone was the old outfit.

Nora got up and was a bit shocked that she had been blown back like that but she couldn't help but get excited as well.

Neon twirled her nun-chucks as she looked a Nora, "Did you feel the beat of the music?" She asked.

Nora nodded and prepared her hammer, "What's ya name?" Nora asked with a grin.

"Neon Katt, but you can call me, Queen of the dance floor!" Neon said with a smug smirk as she put on her headphones

"Nora Valkyrie! Queen of the Valkyrie bandits!" Nora cried as she readied her hammer as electricity buzzed around it. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!" Nora cried.

Nora charged in with great speed and struck Neon in the stomach before using the end of her handle to uppercut her, and Neon stumbled back, seemingly already about to faint.

Nora looked at her with a glare, feeling disappointed, "How lame! I thought-"

But before she could finish her sentence, the bandit queen was smacked in the face with a nun-chuck and was sent stumbling back, but then Neon kicked Nora in the chest, causing the Bandit to go flying back, and when Neon landed she quickly hit a dance pose.

Nora got up off the ground and looked at Neon with a weird look, wondering what had just happened, but she was excited, very excited, she hadn't had a good fight since she fought Raven.

"It was here that Nora Valkyrie had finally found what she had been looking for..."

Nora's semblance began to buzz all around her and she looked at Neon with a wicked smile, "You wanna dance!? Alright then! LETS FUCKING DANCE!!!"

Neon's pink aura began to flare up and her eyes glowed a bright blue as she grinned wickedly back at Nora, "NOW YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!"

"A GOOD FIGHT!"

[momog]

Are you Brazilian? I think I saw some comments of you speaking Portuguese on Pinterest

That was the most secret way you discovered me (já num basta ser brasileira, ainda morar no nordeste, é de lasca viu ksksksksks)

[irkimatsu]

Heheheheheh

Trauma request!!!

Trigger warning mention of “fake guns”, chasing, child abuse, mentions of self harm

So, remember that before the song “loser, baby” husk casually dropped lore? “I was an overlord once you know”

So, imagine reader just dropping some lore while talking with husk

And the lore, in that case would be mine- heheh (trying to make this as light as possible bc i don’t think I can avoid.)

I had a fucked up childhood, and I honestly think my biggest “trauma” was being chased by my father with these https://www.google.com.br/shopping/product/1?q=soft+air+guns&client=safari&sca_esv=6b8e48f255f8d8f2&hl=pt-br&biw=375&bih=550&tbs=vw:g&sxsrf=ADLYWIJXAulThPp-MLs_tZ2OkOV6OUwQ4g:1720929061589&prds=num:1,of:1,eto:8420583661406746750_0,prmr:1,pid:8420583661406746750,cs:1&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjt1Jir0KWHAxXKL7kGHQAhBrEQgjYI8Ag (not this exact model but something similar) same would happen with my sister and cousins, but they think it was rather funny. Another “trauma” I have is from when my father forced me to get half naked in front of him and my mother to see if I was self harming, (only panties and bra, both extra short) and yell at me once they saw I was. There are other things like making me abandon my rescued dog on my birthday (I took the dog in without their permission) and some shit like depriving me from attention so much that I started to self harm at the age of 9 whenever they refused to give me hugs and kisses bc I felt like I did something wrong, or when they would threaten to hit me if I woke them up at night so I started to crawl silently to their bedroom and sleep on the FLOOR whenever I had a nightmare while I was 6-9.

Now, imagine, everyone drinking and complaining about things like: Charlie- “yeah, feel a bit weird around my dad bc we.. don’t talk a lot you know?” And reader just going “girl, I feel you, my dad would threaten to hit me if I woke him up at night so whenever I had a nightmare I’d sleep on the floor of their bedroom “ and husk is like, just listening while in his mind everything annoying and weird about reader starts to make sense, like, why would they always annoy their friends and then get sad when they get angry or why they would be so shy and insecure around new people

ANYWAYS- I think that’s it for now. I just want some comfort about this- kinda shitty

God, I can't even begin to respond to everything you've been through... I'm so sorry you went through that. I really hope what I've wrote can help ease the smallest sliver of the pain.

Trigger warnings at the start of the ask should be a good indicator of what this piece is. Not detailed, nothing happens on screen, but Reader rants about their trauma and Husk comforts them. Traumas are specific to the requester, but if anyone else wants to read it, feel free! I'm sure we could all use a hug from the bartender, even if our traumas don't all match.

In retrospect, maybe you shouldn’t have said any of that. It seemed on-topic in the moment, with Charlie talking about how her dad took so long to believe her dreams without ever explaining why, and Angel bitching about his own violent, homophobic father but not going into much detail; he was a mafia man, and that was all anyone needed to know to guess what his parenting skills were like. Even Husk offered a bit of input about his childhood, about growing up in hotels and shelters all across Las Vegas and not knowing who his father was.

The subject was fathers, so you contributed your own experiences. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so detailed if you weren’t so hopelessly drunk. But with the alcohol coursing through your veins, you begin to speak. You tell stories about your father chasing you with an airsoft gun as some sort of sick “joke”, and about the beloved dog you had to abandon. You talk about the cycle of self-harm, where you’d be punished for hurting yourself and it would only drive you to cause further harm. A thread of neglect and loneliness trails through every story you tell, with you only pausing for the briefest of moments to sip from the drink that Husk keeps topping off for you.

By the time you stop talking, everyone at the bar is staring, burning holes into your soul that make you suddenly regret opening your mouth.

“...Jesus Christ,” is all Angel has to offer.

“Okay! It sounds like you’ve been through some pretty heavy things!” Charlie says, forcing the widest smile she can muster. “Maybe that’s what we can focus on in your rehabilitation! If you can learn to accept love from others and stop believing that your childhood was your fault, you won’t feel the need to act out!”

There’s one person you want a reaction from most of all, but he’s not responding. You felt his gaze on you for your entire impromptu speech, but now that you’ve finished, he seems to be ignoring you, more focused on a spot on the bar that he keeps wiping despite it looking perfectly clean.

“Maybe I should… go to bed,” you say with a forced laugh. “Sorry to bother you guys.” It’s still relatively early in the evening, but given what you’ve just said, everyone seems to understand your reasoning as you drain your final cocktail and head for the stairs.

—

You’re in your bed, but you’re not sleeping. You can’t sleep. Not with all the memories rushing through your head. God damn it, why did you have to bring all that shit back? It’s so much better to keep it buried. Sure, there was some slight relief in saying it out loud, but this backlash is so very not worth it.

You bolt up in surprise at the sound of a light tapping at the door.

“Are you awake?” asks a dark, smooth voice that you’d recognize anywhere. Your heart flutters at the very sound of it, then just as quickly sinks in guilt. Now you’ve gone and made Husk worry about you. You lay back down and face your wall, trying your best to feign sleep until he leaves.

“Can I come in?” he asks. “I don’t wanna assume, but… you seem like you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

And now he doesn’t even trust you to be on your own. Great. You grip your arms and shiver at the thoughts of Husk looking over your arms, marred with scars both fresh and aged, judging you, scolding you-

Your arms aren’t even scarred anymore. Not in this new demon body. None of the implements you’ve been using have been enough to permanently damage your nearly-immortal form. But still, all you can see when you look at your skin are those scars, and your gut insists that Husk will be able to see them, too.

“...okay. I’ll let you sleep,” he says. “But if you can hear me… everyone else has gone to bed, but I’m gonna be in the lobby a bit longer if you wanna… if you need anything.”

Good. He’s leaving. Just as you wanted him to.

Right?

“Wait,” you call out before you can stop yourself. You wonder if you’re too late and he’s already too far gone to hear you.

“You okay?” he responds.

It takes you a moment to find your voice again. “...you can come in, if you want. I’ll get the door.” You slowly shuffle your way out of bed, disentangling yourself from the blanket nest you’d snuggled yourself down into. You’re unsteady on your feet, anxiety taking over the part of your brain that knows how to walk straight, but finally, you find yourself at your bedroom door. You turn the knob and open it, a small part of you expecting to see an empty hallway. Surely you took so long that Husk gave up.

He’s still standing there, brow furrowed and wings drooping.

“...come in,” you say before turning around and heading back to your bed, just as unsteadily as before. You don’t look back to see if he’s following you in, only focused on making it back to your bed. You’re almost embarrassed to admit to yourself how grateful you are to see that he’s still here, and that he’s sitting next to you with no hesitation.

“...I’m sorry about earlier,” you continue, unable to quite look Husk in the eye. “I shouldn’t have said all that.”

“I’m used to it,” Husk says with a shrug. “Something about being around a bartender makes people bitch about all kinds of shit.” He smiles slightly. “And with that much bitching, I think you needed it.”

Your face heats with the admission that he’s right; you did need that.

“But it was way too heavy for me to dump on you guys,” you say. “Even if I needed to say it, you didn’t need to hear it.”

“I think I did, actually,” Husk says.

“How can listening to my rambling about my problems help you?” you ask in disbelief.

“Well… I can’t think of a good way to say this. Promise you won’t take it the wrong way?”

Him saying that only puts you even more on edge, but your curiosity about what he has to say wins out. “Take what the wrong way?”

“Well… I think we got off to a bad start,” Husk admits, gently scratching the back of his neck. “And a bad start doesn’t mean we can’t ever get along! Just look at me and Angel! But my first thought when you joined the hotel was that you were… clingy.”

You’d respond, but you promised to hear him out with the best possible interpretation, so you’ll keep your mouth shut for now.

“I have no idea why you gravitated to me the way you did. Constantly sitting at my bar, constantly talking, constantly giving me those damned kicked-puppy eyes whenever I told you I wasn’t in the mood. But you’d never cling to any of the other residents like that. Not even Charlie! Fuck, I think she would have loved to have you following her around and begging for validation! Instead you seemed afraid of her! Afraid of Charlie!”

“She’s the Princess of Hell,” you say in your own defense. “I can’t go around annoying a princess!”

“But you can annoy the bartender?” Husk says with a cocky smile.

“Look, I don’t know why I latched onto you, either,” you say. That’s not the truth; you know exactly why that charming, smooth-voiced bartender caught your attention so easily. Sure, he seemed gruff at first, but then you heard the way he spoke to regulars, especially Angel, voice flowing like warm honey with advice and assurances…

God, you want to be the one receiving those assurances. But now it seems like you’ve fucked up your chance.

“But after hearing your story…” Husk’s face falls. “...you didn’t get a lot of positive attention while you were alive, did you?”

You shake your head as you will your eyes to not tear up right now.

“I get it. I didn’t either. Been fending for myself since the day I could sneak my way onto the casino floor. When you’re a brat kid seeking approval from a world you don’t belong in, you end up in some real shit.”

You pull your legs up onto the bed and hug them for comfort while Husk talks.

“It sucks feeling alone, I know that. Just wanting someone to… to tell you you’re doing okay. That you’re contributing something. Clutching on to every bit of validation you can get like it’s a life preserver.

I used to be a performer, you know? I think the validation was part of what drew me in. People watching me, people joining that audience to see me. And when I died and got tied up in all that Overlord shit…” His laugh is hollow. “Well, you know how that ended up.”

“But I’m not like you,” you say. “I couldn’t turn my loneliness into talents like you did.”

“You didn’t have to,” Husk says. “Trauma isn’t some big sacrifice you make to suddenly become special. Some of us don’t come out of it stronger, we just come out broken. And even those of us who did make something out of it… was it worth it? I’m sure I could have been a magician or a saxophone player without hinging my entire self-worth on it. Might have even been successful at it if I didn’t have that baggage.” He rests his hand over your hand, the one that’s been digging its nails into your shin without you realizing it. “Hey. Look at me.”

You don’t want to, not with your eyes wet and puffy like this… but when you turn to him and see the warmth in his golden gaze, you’re glad you did it after all.

“I don’t want you worrying about what the rest of us think, all right? You went through some shit. Everyone in this hotel has been through shit, but yours is yours. No sense comparing it to anyone else’s.” He pulls your hand away from your leg so he can squeeze it. “Our shit’s shaped all of us, yours included. Might as well own what it shaped you into.”

“You said I annoyed you,” you point out. “I don’t want to do that anymore.”

“Hey, hey,” he says. “What did I say about worrying about what the rest of us think?”

“But I do worry about what you think!” you say, alcohol once again pulling words from your mouth without your will. “I… I wanna be close to you. I can’t explain why, but ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted…” What have you wanted? What sort of relationship are you seeking with the older man? You can’t find a word for it. “I’ve wanted… wanted you to know me,” is all you can come with. “To like having me around.”

“And I do. The bar would be a hell of a lot more boring without you talking my ear off.”

Your emotions are building up too strong for you to contain; every muscle in your body is beginning to tense and shake, and the dam behind your eyes threatens to burst. You know what you need now, more than anything, but you also know you can’t just go for something like that, not yet-

But you go for it anyway, throwing your arms around Husk’s body and burying your sobbing face into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, voice barely there, as you expect him to grunt in frustration and push you off.

Instead, he hugs you back and gives you a slight squeeze.

“Hey. You’re all right,” he says, voice softer than ever as his claws gently graze your skin over your shirt. “I’ve got you. You’re all right.”

You choke out another apology as you nuzzle your face into his silky fur.

“Come by the bar any time you need to,” he says, his light scratches now focused on your scalp. “I’ll be there to hear you out. I’d like to know more about you… to understand you better.” He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles. “But you don’t need to talk now. Just do what you’ve gotta do.”

You remain in his embrace for as long as he’ll allow it. Even as your tears finally dry and your body stops trembling, you’re in no rush to leave his side, and he doesn’t move to let you go, either.

“I understand you better already,” he says quietly, as if trying not to disturb you with his voice. As if you could ever be disturbed by the smooth velvet that envelops you whenever he speaks to you…

You’re barely conscious when you feel him laying you back down on the bed and tucking you in with one of the blankets from the jumbled pile on your mattress. A single claw caresses your scalp a final time.

“Get some sleep,” he says. “We can talk more in the morning, if you want.”

As he walks away, you commit his voice to your memory, replaying his words over and over again. His voice, his warmth, his softness, his scent… pretending you’re still enveloped by everything that makes him Husk helps you drift into the best sleep you’ve had since dying.

[ichigostellaglynn]

Hi everyone, sorry this post isn’t about ikevil or jude but I just want to say something.

Is any jude fans got anonymous ask that contained hate speech like me and @/judejazza ?

If yes, pls don’t let them affected you ! you're a wonderful fan no matter if you are F2P or P2P. you have different way to love and support jude and I believe you all don’t deserve that kind of treatment and harsh words.

Pls don’t mind that hate speech that contained body-shaming or something that said you all don’t deserve jude. That will be them who don’t deserve jude love, cybird will have shame to have them as fan actually lol.

So pls don’t depress just bc shitty random people that envy of you who can voice your adoration to jude ! They just low life and I bet jude will hate that kind of person who step on other. I believe yall deserve jude’s love more than her, bc she’s just waste in this world. A person who allergic to kindness and never cant appreciate people.

I pity you for not having a good lives like the rest of us, my condolence that you must live with all hatred and negative emotion inside of you. Actually I don’t mind getting your hate speech, bc I actually enjoyed whenever I see people struggle bc they jealous to me. My life is too blessed to mind your hate speech.

I don’t want to make enemies but I welcome you as my hater bc well... i’m quite interested in you tbh lol.

Also I would love to able to talk and be friends with all amazing cybird fan. So allow me to do simple introduction.

Hello, my name is Livi (23yo). I have pink haired Oc named Ichigo イチゴ (you can see her only in IG). I played all ikeseries game and Themis. I speak English and Japanese, I worked in japan division so my specialty is Japanese business language, I’m not familiar enough with Jude kansai dialect. But now I’m learning it bc I have clients from kansai. So yeah, I can understand Kantou/Tokyo Dialect well, but still learning for Kansai dialect.

My num 1 fav is Arthur from ikemen vampire, ive been his fan for almost 4 years (july 2020). I started loving Jude as my second April 2023. I’m a sharing person or 同担歓迎, so I definitely don’t mind if you love Arthur and Jude ! in fact, I love that we have same fav charas !

I’m a yumejoshi 夢女子, means I have an OC as myself to interact with charas I love. I’m also a merch collector, I collect both Arthur and Jude merchs. I’m P2P in ikevil and pls don’t ask how much I have spent for that damn new game :’). As a yumejoshi, I also have many commissions from amazing artist to draw my Oc with Jude and Arthur.

Feel free to be friends in game or follow each other in various social media !

I hope ikevil can gain more fans after ENG released.

And nice to meet you guys !

Lets support CYBIRD together from now on !

Best regards,

Livi

Ig : Arthur_Shrine22 and Jazzjude_13