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Weinhardt Mansion, built in 1888 in Chicago, IL

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Thinkin abt Dad bod! Miguel again…

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Relationship weight gain is kinda inevitable when both parties are in absolute love with each other, and Miguel, despite being a total specimen, is no exception to this.

By now, you and Miguel have been dating for quite a bit, and you noticed Miguel getting a lil chunky. Not something you protested. At all. In fact, you were living for it. Yea, Miguel was gorgeous with those rock hard abs and that slutty waist of his that you were beginning to envy, but once his dad bod came in… dayum.

Miguel, however, did feel slightly embarrassed about it all, even though you reminded him everyday that he’s literally the most gorgeous man. Ever. It wasn’t about him, though. He was more concerned about you; that you wouldn’t see him the same way anymore, but you didn’t mind reassuring him a million times that he is all you want and ever need. Plus, it’s a dad bod, literally the best bod, like, c’mon now.

You’d watch him walk around the house with sweatpants on and no shirt, perky pecs (you could’ve sworn he had more titty than you, Jesus Christ), chest hair, pumped arms, fluffy abdomen and a tiny peek of a happy trail that could make your womanhood quiver. All that on full display for you and only you to ogle at. God, he was gorgeous. You, lying in bed, would bite your lip at the piece of work in front of you. Miguel was hunched over on his computer, which he dwarfed with his hands and build, reviewing some lab reports. Your eyes traced along his muscles, some of his stretch marks, and the one or two rolls he had on his side. How can a man look so delicious even while working?

“Whatcha looking at, mama?” He doesn’t look up.

“Oh, nothing… just the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

He finally looks up from the computer and smiles at you.

“That’s all you, mamita.”

You smile back. You still get butterflies with this man. You reach your arms out.

“C’mere, come to bed. I need my teddy bear.”

He chuckles. “ya mismo, beba, I only have one more left. I’ll be right there.”

You drop your hands in defeat. He says only one more, but you knew it would take him at least like 30 minutes to look over those things. He likes to be real thorough with them. You loved that your man had brains, but sometimes you wish he would just relax once in a while.

An idea flickered in your mind.

“Baby…”

“Yea, mama?” He mumbles, eyes concentrated on his screen.

“…how many kids would you want?”

He immediately perks up. Oh, now you’ve got his undivided attention.

“Kids?” He says, almost a little too excited, “What made you think about that?”

“Ohhh, I dunno… it’s just that you’ve got this dad look goin’ and… it’s been making think, y’know?”

“‘Dad look’?” He says with a humored smile.

“Well yea… I really like it. You’re lookin husky and thick, it’s so… sexy.”

The computer has been officially closed. Your plan is working.

“Oh yea?” His voice becomes lower, more sensual, as he climbs onto bed, his gaze becoming hungry. Miguel towers over you until he settles down on the comforter, nestled up right next to you, his thick thigh draped over both of yours. He rests his burly arm over your stomach, pulling you even closer to his warm body. Now that he lays next to you on the bed, you feel way smaller against him. You loved that.

“Mhm… it’s hard to not picture you with our future kids when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that. I’d make you such a cute daddy.” You coo, your hands brushing against his chest, playing with the hair there, occasionally caressing down to his soft mid-section. “Aw, baby… and I’d make you such a beautiful mommy,” Miguel groans into your neck, placing a kiss there, his hand goes up under his t shirt you’re wearing, caressing circles on your stomach as he imagines a bump there, “fuck, just thinking about you being pregnant makes me hot.“ His hand moves up to grab one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze, his index finger giving your bud some attention, “and these filled with milk? coño, no puedo esperar.” He moans, his voice strained.

“So how many you want, daddy? Name a number and I’ll give em’ to you.”

Miguel just looks at you dumbfounded. He doesn’t know whether to get emotional or just pin you to the bed and fill you up with his kid to get a head start on this family. He thinks he’ll choose the latter.

“Mamita, I want however many you can give me.” he grabs you by the chin and smashes his lips against yours in a tongue-eating kiss. “Mmgonna look so pretty all swollen for me.” He then placed himself in between your legs, completely caging you in his broad shoulders and arms, his belly brushing up against your stomach. It’s not the only thing you feel, as you also feel his thick hard on when his hips start grinding against your weeping cunt.

“Mi princesita wants to make me a daddy, huh?” He says in a mocking voice. You nod, making a timid noise, aroused by his dominance. You look down to see a wet spot on his sweatpants, his precum seeping through from your little daddy talk no doubt. His mouth sucks and nips at the delicate skin on your neck, your shirt being hastily raised, your now wet panties shortly following the shirt. You’re in for it now. A victorious smirk growing on your face knowing that that last report would be saved for another day.

“Baby, What about your report?”

“It can wait.”

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Soooo still not done with thoughts of Eddie and an older!fem!Harrington!reader…3k

18+, MDNI cont’d from here

That first night goes on forever.

You don’t think you’ll forget it as long as you live. On your deathbed, you’re sure your last thoughts will be of Eddie Munson and the night he fucked you into oblivion and beyond.

There’s no stopping either one of you. There’s no way to tire of one another. It’s all a blur of tangled sheets and writhing bodies streaked in sweat, of filthy words and ragged breaths, of desperate cries of pleasure you can’t suppress.

The party still going on is enough to drown out your sounds as you fall into your bed, having just enough wherewithal to shut off your light so no one sees your shadows in the window.

Everyone downstairs is too plastered by now to notice anyway. But still.

Eddie is insatiable—drawing out your every orgasm, barely letting one taper off before he’s working you back up towards the next. You nearly want to cry from the overstimulation, but you’ll be damned if you’re tapping out anytime soon.

He takes you apart over and over and over, his fingers, his tongue, his cock all taking their turns with you in an endless fucking cycle.

Literally.

He’s like a goddamn energizer bunny. It’s the kind of sex like you haven’t had since college when you would fuck anything that moved just because you could. It makes you feel chosen and wanted and desired in a way you haven’t felt in years.

Being with Eddie is like indulging in the sweetest, most exquisite dessert—like pure decadence and freedom and fucking bliss.

Again, literally.

At one point, you’re going at it so hard, so vigorously, that you slide right off the bed and tumble together to the floor. But Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. He merely drives himself inside you with all the more determination, the wet clap of his thighs hitting yours bouncing off the walls to mix with your eager and wanton moans.

Yes, Eddie, ohhh god, yes—fuck, that’s it, right there, HARDER—

You lose track of how many times he makes you come, too swept up in the storm of his affections, his rough voice in your ear and his teeth nipping any place he can leave a mark where it won’t be seen. It’s fast, and hot, and dirty—yet somehow he’s still taking his time with you. He’s taking note of what makes you throw your head back into the pillow, or slap your hand over your mouth to stifle a wail, or grip his ass to push him in deeper.

And Eddie is…in heaven.

For weeks, he’s thought of nothing but this. He’s never felt this way before. So free.

There’s no need to hold himself back or disguise his deepest desires anymore. He can finally show you exactly how much he wants you. He’s allowed to be greedy with you and touch you in every way he’s imagined. Except that now it’s so much better, because it’s real.

His mind could never conjure a fantasy as detailed as this—the warmth of your skin under his hands, the shivers that ripple down your back when he kisses behind your ear, the soft hairs that tickle his nose as he buries his face in your neck and inhales your heavenly scent.

And he feels you letting go, too.

You kiss him back zealously, fervently, hungrily. Your hands are voracious as you explore his body, running over his chest and arms, relishing in every twitch of his muscles, nails digging in his skin to leave hot red streaks in their wake as you drag them down the length of his back.

The party ends eventually, but sleep is the furthest thing from your minds.

Steve never even makes it upstairs. He passes out on a pool lounger with the tip of his nose blacked out and some whiskers drawn on his cheeks in Sharpie, courtesy of Robin.

When Eddie slips on his boxers to go downstairs for sustenance, he lays a Gatorade in his friend’s lap, sets a wastebasket by his head, and places a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

In his sleep, the birthday boy mumbles something that sounded like mashed potato soup and Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a twinge of guilt deep down in his stomach. But the thought of you waiting for him upstairs, and the memory of your body wrapped around his, and the sound of your voice moaning his name so sweetly, promptly snuffs the feeling out.

Between rounds, it’s all soft and gentle touches in stark contrast to the ravenous way you devoured one another. You take the opportunity to examine every tattoo, every faint freckle, every scar. You ask for the stories about them, which he’s quick to tell—all except the one about the gash on his index finger he got trying to feed a cupcake to a raccoon that lived in the trailer park.

You fight back your giggles as he describes his Uncle Wayne scuffing him like a cat by the back of his shirt and hauling him into his truck, ranting and raving about rabies the whole time as he raced across town to urgent care.

“And you were how old?” you ask, imagining him to be six or seven, max, only for him to sheepishly admit he was nineteen at the time.

You keep expecting him to make some excuse to slip away, to slink back across the hall to the other guest room, maybe even to leave altogether now that he’s gotten what he wants. But he’s resistant. He asks if he can stay with you, if he can hold you until you fall asleep, and swears he’ll sneak out in the morning before Steve has woken up.

And you know that it’s too risky. You know it’s stupid for you to agree. But you do.

Because it’s impossible to deny him when he looks at you like that. When he smiles at you all soft and tender. When he kisses you and pulls you into his arms again and again, like he truly cannot get enough of you. Like in all the places you see flaws, all he sees is perfection.

If you thought Eddie hung around the house a lot before, it was nothing compared to now.

He’s there just about every day, especially every night. And the Harrington lawn has never looked so good. He’s tending to it constantly, mowing grass and pruning the trees, planting fucking perennials like his life depends on it.

Any excuse to see you.

And if it happens to be a day when Steve is away, you even let yourself indulge a little. Laying out by the pool to watch Eddie work, coyly offering him sunscreen—which he almost declines until he sees the suggestive arch of your brow and clumsily starts stripping off his shirt.

His head rolls on his shoulders and he groans loudly in relief as your hands run over him, taking special care of his tattoos as the tropical smelling cream glides across his slippery skin. Then he snatches the bottle himself and smirks as he motions for you to turn.

In spite of the heat, you shiver as he runs his fingers up and down your spine, toying with the strings that tie your suit at the nape of your neck. His hands slide forward, squeezing at your waist and tugging you back against him to feel just how hard he is in his shorts.

He presses his hot lips to your ear and begs you to let him have you right there, right now, but you are firm in your refusal. The fence and trees that surround the yard are tall, but there are eyes everywhere and you can’t stomach the risk.

This is dangerous enough as it is.

So you retreat inside, where he takes you apart for the rest of the afternoon, the stainless steel of the fridge cold against your burning body when he pins you up against it and sinks down to his knees to bury his face between your legs.

And it’s all a bad decision. A bad, bad decision. But it’s one you can’t seem to stop making.

You make it over and over and over again.

In your bedroom, late at night. In the early morning, when he has you bent over the kitchen island. When you’re bouncing up and down in his lap on the leather sofa in the den, or in the giant jacuzzi tub in your sister’s bathroom.

You just keep making it.

You know you should feel guilty. You know eventually it has to end. You know you can’t keep this up forever. And yet somehow, none of that knowledge is enough to stop you.

Because all things considered…it’s going well.

Eddie is sweet to you. He dotes on you. He fucks you like an animal in heat and then tucks folded up notes in your hand while you sleep before he slips out of your room with the dawn. He puts you first—before himself, before anything. He ignites something in you, something you haven’t felt for years, a flame you thought had burnt out long ago into a pile of ash.

It’s like you’ve been trapped underwater so long you forgot what it felt like to breathe real air. And you fill your lungs with him to the brim again and again—certain you’ll never get enough.

His hands touch every part of you with pure devotion and his lips kiss yours like it’s an act of worship. Like you’re the only deity he’s ever sought. The only one he’ll ever serve.

But every day the calendar counts you another step closer to your sister’s return, the thick and humid haze of summer having reached its peak and starting to bleed at the edges. Danger lurks on the horizon like a storm cloud, lying in wait for the chance to blot out your sun.

Then the rain comes.

You come home one day to find Eddie and Steve in the middle of an argument. From the looks of it this conversation has been going on for a while and neither seems pleased to be having it.

“Come on, man!” Steve whines, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “It’s one night. Bailey can’t go unless she can bring her cousin. Please?”

“I just don’t feel like going out,” Eddie counters weakly. He rubs a ringed hand across the back of his neck, his face full of guilt like he knows exactly how shitty of an excuse it is.

“Why? Because you wanna sit around the house all night? Again?” Steve scoffs. “What’s up with you? You’ve been like a monk all summer.”

Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink and his jaw clenches as he frowns, muttering something under his breath as he stares at his feet. If he’s defending himself, it’s not all that convincing. Luckily, Steve is too entrenched in his own agenda to call him out.

“Look, she’s from New York. She’ll probably love your whole edgy…thing.”

He smiles fondly as he gestures to his friend’s shredded jeans and loose-hanging Dio tank top, but all it elicits from Eddie is a distasteful sound from the back of his throat. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, but stop short when they land on you standing in the entry way.

“Um…hi,” he whispers, staring like your eyes are the high beams on a freight truck.

“Hey,” you reply, slipping off your sandals at the door. “What are you guys up to?”

“Oh, you know,” Steve sighs dramatically. “The hottest girl in town finally agreed to go out with me, but I can’t go because Eddie’s the worst wing-man in the history of the planet.”

Eddie’s head drops in shame again and you know those big, pleading eyes of his are dying to look at you. You feel like you can almost see him fighting the urge to turn his head right up until the moment he loses the uphill battle.

“You should go,” you tell him when his eyes find yours. “It sounds like fun.”

The words are like bile in your throat as you hurry past them to the kitchen, pausing at the door to look back at them over your shoulder.

Eddie’s eyes bulge with hope.

“Don’t, um…don’t forget about curfew,” you warn before you disappear.

Neither of them follows.

They keep arguing, the words muffled by the wood paneling you collapse against as you listen through the wall and wait…wait for what, exactly, you aren’t sure. But Steve must finally convince Eddie to go, because the next thing you hear is them shuffling through the door and tires that screech as Steve’s Beemer speeds away.

The silence that descends is oppressive. It makes the empty house feel cavernous and gaping like a wound. You scramble to put on a record, needing something to drown out your racing thoughts.

A lot of good it does, though.

You pace the rooms like a racetrack, certain you can see the furrows you leave in the carpet as you make your tenth or eleventh pass. All the while telling yourself you have no right to be upset.

Because Eddie should go on dates. He should be able to walk through Starcourt Mall with someone special, to lace his fingers with theirs as he asks if they want to share a box of Red Vines.

He shouldn’t have to hide, reduced to skulking in the shadows like some filthy and shameful secret. Even with the way he cloaked himself in mystery and attitude, it wasn’t enough to disguise the brightness that bubbled underneath.

It’s these thoughts and a hundred others that have you pacing right up until the moment you hear Steve’s car pulling into the driveway and the sound of laughter as four pairs of footsteps make their way up the front walk. And before you can think better—or think at all—you sprint to the top of the staircase and listen from the dark recess of the hall as they all stumble inside together.

Steve suggests having some beers by the pool and Bailey agrees. But the other girl—Eddie’s girl, you think, a bit more bitterly than you have any right to—is ready to call it a night.

“Hey, Eddie?” she asks in her high, cutesy voice. “Think I can get a ride home?”

“Ahh…I was actually gonna crash here toni—”

“Dude. Don’t be a dick,” Steve scolds playfully.

And that’s that, apparently.

It’s long past midnight by the time he’s knocking at your door. And before you can even whisper a greeting, he’s pulling you into his arms, almost crushing you he’s holding on so tight.

He goes slower than you’re used with him. He makes no move to tug off your clothes or slip his hand between your thighs. He doesn’t grind into you all rough and desperate, just presses himself close against you and whispers soft and sweet between long and languid kisses.

“Thought about you all night,” he murmurs, his lips skimming your temple. “She tried to kiss me and I felt sick to my stomach.”

“You don’t have to say that, Eddie,” you mutter back. “It’s okay if you like her.”

It makes his eyes flash with disgust, horrified you would even suggest such a thing, but the thought flies straight out his head as your hand begins to wander freely down his body, wrapping around his hardness through his jeans.

He groans at your touch, biting down into the pillow next to your head to muffle the sound, he’s so achingly hard in your delicate grasp.

You undress without a glimmer of haste to your movements. It feels like a dance to an old, old song. The kind that played from a gramophone in an empty gymnasium with crepe paper flowers hung from the ceiling. And when he fills you up, sliding easily inside to the hilt, you’ve never felt as close to another person as you do to him right now. His thrusts are steady and deep, reaching your most uncharted depths. And it seems so absurd to think it’s possible there is any part of you he hasn’t yet reached, but you’re sure he’s never been as deep as he is now.

His face stays close to yours, your breaths mixing as you pant and gasp into one another’s mouths, and he loses himself in you—in the way your heels hit the backs of his thighs, your legs tightening around him as you match his thrusts with rolls of your hips; how the weight of him and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubs against your clit like two flint stones striking sparks to make a bonfire; how your hands grapple for purchase on his sweaty back, needing to hold onto him for dear life as you rush towards your release.

His necklace dangles around his neck and his guitar pick lays flat against your chest, the ball chain clinking softly in time with his thrusts. It’s almost like you’re wearing it instead of him and just that thought—the idea of it hanging around your neck, of everyone knowing you were his and only his—has him careening over the edge.

You start to come apart around him and he lets himself go with you, releasing a long and guttural groan as he empties into the condom faster and harder than he ever has before. Your hand grasps at the back of his neck under the warm curtain of his curls, nails digging in so deep that it makes you both whimper as you press trembling kisses to each other's lips.

It’s quiet as you bask together in the aftermath, the receding tides of your gratification lapping around your ankles, hearing only the sound of your labored breaths expelling. It dwarves you, almost. It’s so serene, so peaceful, you worry anything you say next will only spoil it.

Eddie pulls back to look at you, his eyes shiny either with tears or from the moonlight reflecting in them, sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, his softening cock still buried in your warmth.

“I wanna take you somewhere,” he whispers.

And in what feels like an instant, you have snuck out of the house and are sitting with him in the back of his van, rear doors thrown wide open so you can look out at the vast expanse of Lover’s Lake. He’s got his back up against one side with you resting against him, curled up in his arms with an old blanket draped around you both.

He found his way to this secluded spot on the gravelly bank so easily, you’re sure he’s parked here many times before. And you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. Boundless stars overhead and below, reflecting in the perfectly still water. Full moon glowing like a spotlight, a sultry rock song drifting out of his speakers instead of his usual thundering metal fare.

Pretty much impossible to resist, you think as you lay against his chest and chuckle, “This where you bring all the girls?”

“Used to be,” he murmurs, stroking your arm.

“Not anymore, hm?”

You’re teasing, but he’s turned solemn. His face is set wth seriousness as he tips your chin to look at him, eyes plundering into your soul and fingers tracing featherlight along your jaw.

“No,” he says. “Not anymore. Not ever again.”

And there’s something different in his gaze as he says it. Something that makes your spine go rigid and your shoulders tense as you flex away from him. Something that makes your skin turn clammy and cold.

“Eddie,” you start, “Don’t say anything stupi—”

“I’m in love with you.”

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sweet relief | l. norris | part four

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summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3 warnings: language

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 03

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SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. i'm going through a rough / stressful period and i find this series and writing it very therapeutic so here we are! this chapter takes place around episode 7 release, i'm not really inclined to write about the filming in between for some reason (unless you'd be interested)

liked by walker.scobell, thelnarchives, and 262,287 others rickriordan With the release of the new PJO series on Disney+, I'm happy to announce that to celebrate I've partnered with some of your favorite authors and close friends of mine to present to you all a new look into the lives of our favorite demigods!

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HALF-BLOOD will go online for free this February 20, 2024!

Click the link in bio for more info! PS: A sneak peak from our writers on the other slides

thelnarchive ... WHAT THE??? i have to manifest a chapter for my girl, manifesting a chapter or more please or even just one mention ↳ iamcharliebushnell YOU DIDN'T KNOW EITHER?????

user1 HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT????

user2 1) more stories about characters and 2) WRITTEN BY OTHER AUTHORS???? WHO COULD BE IN THIS PROJECT ↳ user3 i'm manifesting a story about tahlia and jason as kids oh my god

iamcharliebushnell imagine releasing a whole anthology to celebrate? that's the best author right there

user4 ohhh we're eating so good

walker.scobell another book and there's still not enough percy jackson in this world keep it coming i love your work ↳ aryansimhadri Imo too much percy maybe some more grover ↳ leahsavajeffries wrong there should be more annabeth

dior.n.goodjohn the gc going wild with this news

🃏 @CHILDOFHECATE what are your guys guesses for the stories in what it means to be a half-blood??? 🗨 32 comments 🔁 150 retweets ❤️ 456 likes

user1 a jason and tahlia story about them as kids, just a delve into their childhood

user2 more stuff on luke and rina, as individuals and as a couples- like i totally see a luke perspective on some situations or a conversation they had being in the book ↳ CHILDOFHECATE honestly i think it'd be so cool if they went like contemporary and also gave us maybe a poem or transcript / screenplay of a conversation between luke and rina

user3 stories about annabeth, tahlia, and luke's time before camp maybe fighting monsters together or just trying to survive ↳ user4 watch me cry over this one

user5 i just see a lot of delving into the lives of the original trio and also like the original supporting characters to like tahlia, luke, rina, even rachel

user6 grover's childhood! i really wanna see that or some parts of the story from his perspective

user7 Angst.

liked by iamcharliebushnell, aryansimhadri, and 320,372 others thelnarchives celebrating with the half-bloods

iamcharliebushnell when you're so excited over new lore you go and have dinner to talk about it ↳ thelnarchives this means so much to us

user1 YN IN THE SECOND SLIDE OH SHE'S GOREGOUS

user2 her face card never declines ↳ user3 it even has like benefits and a perfect credit score

dior.n.goodjohn fans first cast second ↳ thelnarchives this show has more more dressed up than my wedding

user4 this cast is so cute it's crazy

walker.scobell the 3rd pic >>> ↳ iamcharliebushnell oh so true ↳ i.am.andrew.alvarez a banger photo ↳ thelnarchives phone hijackers.

user5 the little black dress is doing so good for her, if i saw her in public i would've fainted ↳ user6 i can't believe i live in the same city as this girl like we breathe the same air???

leahsavajeffries i'm sat for the release, we're sat ↳ thelnarchives this is MY superbowl

aryansimhadri i feel excluded out of the 3rd photo ↳ thelnarchives that's okay because you're one of the girls ↳ iamcharliebushnell wait that's not fair

user7 aryan being part of the girls is so real and charlie wanting in is so cute

[redbullgirly]

hi i saw your requests are open!! i was wondering if you could write a lance x indian!famous!fem reader where shes an actress and shes always getting shipped with other indian actors and she decided to hard launch her and lances wedding. fc - janhvi kapoor

thank you 💗

THE WEDDING [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x indian!famous!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a loved celebrity and her fans often speculate about her dating life, shipping her with other Indian actors and men. But what if, one day, she decides to hard launch her wedding with someone as unexpected as Formula One driver, Lance Stroll?

Warnings: I don't know many things about famous Indian actors, movies or series, and same goes for Indian culture. If you find any errors in this matter, please let me know! :)

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thank you for this request. I have to say it was probably the hardest social media au I have ever done, because I don't know basically anything about Indian movies, celebrities, actors and everything else... I found some random actors, but if some of you know them and I didn't portray them correctly, sorry about that! Though I hope you and everyone else will like it and enjoy it. Also thanks for the face claim, it helped me orient at least a little bit.

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yourusername time for loveee 🤍🌻👡

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user1 step on me. i beg

user2 Loveee💜🔥

shahidkapoor Always need time for love!💕😁

user3 i'm sensing something here 👀

user4 Wow okay Shahid... are you hinting something??

user5 always time for love you say😏

user6 PLEASE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE THE PERFECT COUPLE

user7 Guys he's literally happily married. Calm down 🙄

user8 well he can dump her ass and marry y/n instead lol

user9 Y/N & Shahid nation STAND UP he commented😍😍

user10 So elegant so beautiful just looking like a wow 😳

user11 dream girl with dream life

user12 I don't like the Shahid and Y/N shippers in this comment section... c'mmon guys it's not gonna happen you can chill

user13 exactly if she's dating someone then it's obviously ishaankhatter 🤭

user14 giiiirl tagging him is WILD😭 but same tbh, I also think they'd be better couple🤷‍♀️

user15 naaaaah y/n and shahid 4ever

ranveersingh 💜🖤

user16 OMGGG

user17 he's here. I repeat: THE KING ARRIVED🗣🗣🗣

user18 ohhh I kinda see the potential of y/n and him being the IT couple😻

user7 Why the hell do you keep shipping this poor woman with older married dudes? Stop!

user19 jesus user7 let us live we do it just for fun🖕

user20 Idk about you guys but I don't do it just for fun... I live for this😂

user21 yeah same user20

user22 Can we talk about the fact he used the black heart he often uses in his captions plus the purple heart that Y/N just used in her caption?? Like hello? This has to mean something!!

user23 omg right? they're definitely hinting something🤨

user24 Hear me out, I'm Y/N's fan and ship her with multiple actors... but now you're being delusional, it's literally an emoji xd

user23 nah user22 convinced me there has to be something more to it🫡

user24 Perfect💯 wife material

harnaazsandhu_03 Need your makeup tutorial asap!✨🔥

user25 ME TOO PLS

user26 guysss what if she's trying to hint she was on a date or sm??!!!

user27 THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!! Sry but the rose filled tub looks like it can fit two 🫢

user28 who do you think it is then?

user29 Pls Shadid Kapoor🫣

user30 I'm actually praying it's Ishaan rn🙏🙏🙏

user23 and i'm a new member of y/n and raveer singh nation... like imagine the matching outfits they'd slay together😩

user31 Unpopular opinion but I see Y/N with Varun dhawan

user33 yeah real unpopular 'cause he just announced he's engaged like two weeks ago girly 💀

user34 youu>>>>>>>>>

user35 Medical science has really reached another level with your plastic operations🥴

user36 stfu

dior 🤩💜

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user37 help not liking dior comment being y/n's only interaction under this whole post

user38 Poor her she probably doesn't want to have even more dating rumors going around because of replying to someone's comment...😕

user39 lmao don't make her into some tortured soul, she's probably just too busy XD

user40 your photos are so aesthetic🥰

user41 I WANT HER TO FINALLY DATE SOMEONE SO BAAAD

twitter & messages between Y/N and Lance

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yourusername thank you for this amazing photoshoot!🖤☀️

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user1 Absolutely gorgeous 😍

user2 omg guys she used the black heart!!!

user3 No way, that literally has to be a sign🫢

user4 wait im so confused... what is happening?

user5 It's about Ranveer Singh using the black heart emoji in his captions pretty often, commenting it under her last post and now her having it in her own caption

user4 wtf? you ranveer girlies are CRAZY 😭

user5 stfu user4 they're meant to be together🥰🥰

priyankachopra Beautiful girl!❤️🙏

yourusername thx!!

user6 y/n finally replied to someone's comment🫣

user7 Noooo why is it Priyanka Chopra??! Reply to Shahid or someone you're dating😓

user8 guys let her live... this is exactly why she isn't replying to anyone

user9 TWO QUEENS INTERACTING 😻

user10 Absolute Stunner 🖤🖤🖤🖤

vogueindia Our pleasure collaborating with you!🫶

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user11 even vogue is Y/N's fan😌

user12 Why are some f1 drivers in this woman's likes???🤨

user13 'cause she's famous lol

user14 Lance and others are always in Y/N's likes, I guess they know each other from some event or maybe they like Indian movies she's been in... idk, the world can be really small XD

user12 It's still kinda suspicious🧐

user13 naaah it really is not

user14 tasteful🌹

therajakumari Icon

user15 we love women supporting women

varundvn Didn't see you for a while and suddenly you're dressed in black... any more surprises coming? 🤔🖤🤍

user16 WHAT DO YOU KNOW VARUN

yourusername hmmm let me think 🤔

user17 I can't believe my eyes... did Y/N just reply to a man in her comments?😨

user18 OMGGGG

user19 no but what does it meeaaaannn?!

user20 This is a good day to be Varun and Y/N shipper🤭

user21 the emojis HELLO

user22 nothing will ever convince me they aren't secretly in love and dating 🥰

user23 Ehm... he literally has a fiancé?

user22 and what? maybe she's just a cover for him and y/n 😉

user24 I wanna be heeer

user25 I wanna be WITH her

voguemagazine 📸📸📸

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user26 Bohot sundar 😍 [Very beautiful 😍]

messages between Y/N, Varun Dhawan, Shahid Kapoor, Ranveer Singh and Ishaan Khatter

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lance_stroll replied to your story: Can't wait to see my beautiful bride! ❤️

yourusername ohhh baby i'm so excited and nervous for tomorrow 😭🥰

lance_stroll Me too... but as long as we have each other, it's going to be okay

yourusername ofc lance 🫶

lance_stroll And if you change your mind about going public, just let know, okay sweetheart?

yourusername thank you, but i won't

yourusername it's time for the world to see my man 😘

lance_stroll ❤️

user1 replied to your story: y/nnnn what's happening

user2 replied to your story: I'm praying for you & Shahid rn 🙏

user3 replied to your story: Girlie isn't that the song you once said you want to play at your wedding???🫣

user4 replied to your story: So pretty

user5 replied to your story: 😍

varundvn replied to your story: Let's go! 🔥

yourusername are you srsly trying to hype up rn? 😭

varundvn ... Is it working?

yourusername ...maybe

varundvn Then let's go you're going to smash it in the wedding dress!🔥

yourusername u have no idea how much i'm glad crazy people ship us 'cause we got to meet thx to that 😭

user6 replied to your story: Bf reveal!!!!

user7 replied to your story: pls tell me you're finally going to announce you're dating one of your co-stars

user8 replied to your story: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FALL ASLEEP TODAY KNOWING TOMORROW IS HAPPENING SOMETHING BIG😩

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yourusername Y/N & Lance Y/L/N Stroll 🤍💍

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user1 I did NOT expect that

ranveersingh Congratulations to my favourite couple! Memorable day and beautiful ceremony.

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user2 my heart is breaking rn💔

user3 OMG RANVEER WAS THERE?!!

user4 i feel stupid for shipping him w y/n 😃

user5 But can we talk about how sweet it is he attended her wedding???🥺

user6 nooooo my favourite ship

user7 I guess at least they're close enough to go to each other's wedding 🫠

user8 this was definitely not on my 2024 bingo card

fernandoalo_oficial my first indian wedding but definitely not the last 🤪

lance_stroll Already planning on changing us for someone else?

fernandoalo_oficial no, but you can have like a golden wedding in twenty years 😄

yourusername you'll be definitely invited

user9 never in my life did i imagine fernando alonso and y/n y/l/n interacting with each other

user10 RIGHT? it still feels like a fever dream😭

user11 the wedding looks so beautiful!🥹🫶

shahidkapoor Forever & Always

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user12 that was supposed to be your wedding to Y/N dude

user13 MY FAVOURITE SHIP IS IN RUINS

user14 rip shahid and y/n girlies... 💔🥲

user15 Guys, let him be. He is married and so is Y/N now. It's actually sweet that he wishes them well.

user16 QUEEN😻

user17 who's here from f1 fandom ⬇️

user18 me and i can't believe lance stroll pulled some hot famous indian actress

user19 yeah, today has been crazy... 🤠

user20 I just saw one of her films and damn it's actually good xd

user21 how did we know NOTHING about lance being in a relationship???

user22 Idk I was just so shocked when I saw this post lol

user23 the twitter detectives got played this time😭

user24 No but why do I kinda understand why Y/N and Lance fit together perfectly-

user25 WE SEE THE VISION SIS

varundvn We can't send each other funny theories about our secret relationship anymore... 😓

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varundvn Anyway, congratulation so much! I bet I was the best bridesmaid you ever saw! 🫶

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user26 LOL not him being at the wedding as well 😃

user27 Why are all the men she was shipped with coming into these comments dropping hints about being besties and going to the wedding?!

user28 guys they were making fun of us the whole time🙃

user29 THEM SEDING EACH OTHER THEORIES HELP

f1 We hope to see Y/N in the paddock next season!🤩

user30 she will slay

user31 she will eat

user32 If we get Y/N in the paddock, maybe I can get over my favorite ships being turned into dust🫢

user33 I'M DEAD

isahernaez Dreamy wedding 🎀🤍

yourusername dreamy girl right here 😻

user34 i mean... congrats, but what the hell-?!!

user35 🥰🥳

user36 THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this social media au! I hope you liked it and I'll appreciate likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of support. If you want to send requests for either social media au or normal written fanfiction, don't be shy. Have a great day!

[lakesbian]

here's every way wildbow accidentally made pre-meiosis "russel" thorburn transgender that i can remember. if you can think of any reasons i forgot please add on

his parents named his younger sister "ivy," as if the obvious grandmother-pandering name "rose" had already been used up. blake theorizes that they used a male version of "rose" for PMT, but this is nonsensical--there is no male form of the name rose, and everything he comes up with as a possible option (in other words, everything wildbow came up with as a possible option) is a major stretch. most don't sound even tangentially like the name "rose." it makes far more sense to assume that PMT was afab and had the deadname rose. (this also makes sense on a thematic level wrt how rose thorburn jr is supposed to be the Real heir that grandmother is forcing blake to die for, but that's getting besides the point)

rose has memories of being harassed over the inheritance by her female cousins, and the idea of these memories just being wholly pulled out of thin air when basically everything else involves memories either being split btwn blake and rose or erased altogether is weird

blake is friends with, like. a lot of gay people. textually runs in poor gay artist circles. the idea of them adopting this weirdly cool cis straight guy is funny but it makes a lot more sense if PMT was trans + gay and only got turned into a straight guy (and a straight girl) yesterday, due to the homophobia demon

PMT literally thinks "Besides, why devote any more attention to your son, when you could just start over?  Have that beautiful baby girl you wanted, right?" which is also like one of the only pieces of internal narration we get from PMT in the entire story. first girl they named rose ran away and did some shit with their gender so now they have a second girl they can't name rose but can still try to raise to go for the inheritance

in the same chapter as when pmt says that, callan is like ohhh you think youre going to worm your way in-, implied sentence ending being "-to the inheritance," which is, like. the family knows it's going To A Girl. so.

PMT was childhood friends with paige, who is The Gay Cousin. it is deeply sensible to imagine them bonding over this, regardless of whether or not PMT (or even paige) knew at the time

it is, like, fully possible for a cishet dude to get sick of living with his shitty toxic abusive family and abscond at the age of 17, but also homelessness is an extremely prevalent issue among transgender kids in abusive families. the narrative of a transmasc kid growing up in an abusive, catholic extended family where girls are pressured to compete for a very gendered inheritance + leaving at the age of 17 & finding a new home among a bunch of gay artists is Significantly more compelling than the cis dude alternative. it just is.

okay i think im running out of, like, logical errors that make sense only if pmt was trans prior to the Obliteration, so as for the thematic stuff. like i said, rose being the half grammy decided was supposed to be "real" and blake being the half that's supposed 2 die for her 2 exist, rose just being unhappy and disconnected by nature of existence while blake is the parts of pmt that escaped from the constraints of the family + found happiness, so on and so forth. "catholic grandmother literally obliterated her transmasc nonbinary grandchild by splitting them into two binary gendered halves & expecting that the man they could've been die to allow the acceptable woman--literally forced to dress in grandmother's clothes--live on and do as grandmother wished" is Everything, doing the same thing but to a cis man grandchild is significantly less compelling

Others who r very old/operating on what are explicitly stated to be oppressive and antiquated gender roles as per the book's themes about inherited/traditional forms of harm keep mistakenly calling blake she/her and rose lmao

??? probably some other thangs im forgetting

[pinkchangelingdemon]

RENT

My landlord was an asshole. His name was Scott. Always complaining about doing the bare minimum. I froze for two whole months waiting for him to repair the heating, but hey! don't be late with the rent or he'll kick you out the next day!

One of my neighbours, Ms Everett, a charming old lady, told me that things weren't always like this.

-You see, Scott's mother owned the building. She was a lovely woman, always so helpful. She even organised "rooftop barbecues" from time to time for the tenants to mingle - she said with dreamy eyes.

-That sounds really nice, Miss Everett

Then her expression shifted.

-But two years ago, she got sick. Everyone visited her at the hospital, except his own son Scott.

-What a massive asshole.- I said, not really surprised.

She nodded.

-Sadly, I agree. After she passed, Scott inherited the building and her money. Some tenants couldn't stand him and left. I... can't leave... so it's always nice that good people like you coming to live here.

The way she said she couldn't leave was strange, but another thought came into my mind. I had to tell her.

-Scott... he's going to kick me out, Mis Everett... I lost my job and didn't pay the monthly fee...

-Oh child...

She got sad, but I could see in her eyes she was planning something. Maybe I was imagining it.

I was desperate. I couldn't go back to my hometown to live with my homophobic father. Not again.

-Maybe I have a solution for you - she finally said serious.

Hope at last.

-I'll accept whatever it...- I started to say before someone interrupted me.

-HEY! YOU OWE ME MONEY, DUDE!

It was Scott.

I started to tremble.

-Scott... I... I...- I stuttered

-DUDE! I DON'T WANT FUCKING EXCUSES!

I was scared, but at the same time, I was a little aroused. Scott was a douchebag, but he was hot. The image of him angry in his sweaty and revealing gym clothes was making it difficult to decide if I was scared or turned on.

Then, I stared at his bulge, visible through his gym shorts.

He saw me distracted, and followed my gaze.

-YOU FAG, YOU ARE SO OUT OF MY BUILDING, DUDE.

Then I remembered we weren't alone. I din't want Miss Everett to be part of this.

I looked at my right, but she wasn't there. I breathed relieved. For an old lady, she really was sneaky.

-YOU PAYING ATTENTION, DUDE?

Scott pushed me.

I wasn't able to keep my balance and I fell to the ground.

My head hurt. I didn't know if it was from the fall, but I was hearing a woman singing in a language I didn't understand. The voice was somehow familiar.

I yawned.

All the problems, Scott, my father, my head... seemed foreign to me. I was feeling very tired.

-The fu...- Scott tried to say sleepy.

He closed his eyes and was about to fall on top of my tired body. My body didn't respond. I saw him fell, but before the impact I lost consciouness.

...

I opened my eyes. I was in Miss Everett's house?

-The fuck...?

I panicked. That was Scott's voice, but I was the one who said that, right?

-Shh child, you need to rest - Miss Everett reasured me.

I breathed relieved, closed my eyes again and sleep.

...

A few hours later, I screamed.

-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?- I yelled shocked staring at my now big and muscular arms.

Then I looked at the rest of my bigger body. Pillow pecs? abs? muscular legs? a beard?

In disbelief, I connected the dots. That wasn't my body and I was wearing Scott clothes. I was my asshole but hot landlord.

From the stress and the fall I must have finally lost my mind.

I massaged my pecs, they felt pretty real and amazing.

Then, I flexed my right arm and sniffed my armpit. That was my landlords smell, or... my smell?

The realization of being in my sweaty landlord body woke up my now bigger dick trying to get out of his shorts.

-OHHH FUCK!- I moaned.

In my previous twink body, that thick dick would have destroyed me for sure.

I moaned again at the thought of getting some action with this stallion.

My hands pulled down the gym shorts I was wearing. Of course, Scott's package matched in size with the rest of his body.

I began to stroke my borrowed dick, while my other hand started massaging my hairy sack to finally move to my hairier and probably virgin ass.

The masculine moans were louder, and hearing my landlord voice only made me more horny. After all, I was making the body I had been lusting moan without control.

I was so intoxicated by the power and pleasure of this body that I completely forgot I was masturbating and loudly moaning in my neighbours couch.

After a few minutes of exploring that sweaty hunk body, I felt my cock tensed up. With a primal but masculine moan my previous body could only dream to emit, I released load after load of my landlords cum.

My furry chest and the couch were a sticky mess.

I felt so euphoric and still so horny that I licked all of the cum I could. Savoring the taste of MY cum.

While I was licking it, I heard footsteps approaching.

I stopped abruptly with drops of cum in my beard.

It was Miss Everett, but she looked younger?

-Well, well, dirty boy, I see you are enjoying your new life,uh?

Something was definitely wrong with her. She looked younger, her voice sounded somehow masculine? And her kind expression was now sharpened and smiled, but not like a sweet old lady. There was something evil in his gaze.

-Miss.. Miss... Everett.. I am so sorry- I said ashamed trying to cover the snake bouncing between my legs with a cushion.

She laughed but with an strange echo.

- Don't be, child. I am after all the one who made you look like this.

- Wait, what? - I yelled surprised.

- You are so naive, child. I like that in a man. - she smiled - You see, I'm a demon. I wasn't always like this - she said pointing at herself with disgust while getting older again- but someone trapped me here, inside of this building, in this female flesh a long time ago.

"A demon? Yeah, why not?" I thought.

If I somehow possessed my landlords body, demons being real wasn't really a big deal.

- But... I saw you outside the building many times.

She took a deep breath.

- This flesh can leave and she doesn't know for how long she has been alive, but me, a male demon, I am doomed to stay and wait for her return, only to be a passenger of her boring life.

-Oh, I see... - I tried to keep my cool- but why help me and not yourself?

She smiled rejuvenating again.

- I need your help, dummie.- she smiled again- Also maybe all of these years inside this woman made me a softie.

-A favor for a favor, I see...- I hesitated- What do you need Miss... demon?

-Oh just a drop of your blood and I need you to say "I free you, dude"- She said mocking Scott's voice.

I took a step back.

-My...my blood, why?

She shook her head.

-Not "your" blood, I need the blood of the asshole heir of the greatest son of a bitch who trapped me here.

She pointed at me to state the obvious. Scott's family was connected to the demon.

-You really need my help, uh? - I said with Scott cocky actitude- what if I don't help you "demon"?

The old lady sighed.

-Here we go again... First, demons aren't evil, well some of them are... I'm a lust demon. I only care for pleasure and sex, not harvesting souls and shit. - she explained annoyed, but then her expression shifted. She was deadly serious now - Second, if you don't help me... I'll make sure that Scott beats the shit out of you before you go back with your "dear" father. Don't fuck with me, child - her expression shifted again, now she weared Miss Everett charming smile like a mask- Third, don't forget if you help me you win this sweaty hunk and all his money, sweet child.

I looked at my pecs and muscular arms. Then, I thought of my shitty father waiting for me in my hometown.

-We have a deal.

She gave me a needle.

-Just one drop, dear.

I pricked one of my fingers.

-I free you, demon - I said solemn with my landlords voice.

Miss Everett licked with her old tongue my finger.

That was so gross. I looked away for an entire minute.

-It's done - said a masculine voice which sounded similar to Scott's.

I looked at the demon. He was an exact copy of my naked landlord body but with red eyes.

He massaged his dick while biting his lip.

-Oh fuck, how I missed having one of these.

I was so turned on looking at him enjoying himself that I massaged my identical dick enjoying the views.

The demon smiled seductively at me. Then he looked around him annoyed.

-Ugh, I can't stand another second in this fucking building.

He scratched his naked ass and a red card appeared in his hand. He gave it to me.

-Meet me here, and we'll have a good time - he winked at me while rubbing my crotch.

I closed my eyes while moaning.

When I opened them, the demon had already left.

I scratched my borrowed beard wondering what just happened. Not too much though, because Scott's dick... I mean... My dick was demanding attention.

I opened the door of my new apartment, removed my sweaty gym clothes, releasing my hard dick, ready for round two.

Part 2?

Part 2:

[nortism]

doctor who liveblog pt 41

s8 ep4 listen

- clara leaves him alone for five minutes and he’s losing his mind with a chalkboard

- i don’t like soldier boy

- oh they’ve gone into soldier boy’s timeline

- uh oh mysterious blanket creature

- clara i love you so much

- using a time machine to fix a bad date, what a legend

- uh oh clara, at least you tried baby girl

- is that the doctor

- DANNY IS THE SPACEMAN?!

- omg are they related

- OHHH WE’RE IN THE DOCTOR’S PAST

- i loved that epsiode, it was cool as hell

s8 ep5 time heist

- i love a good heist so i have high expectations

- save me clara in a suit save me

- i know she’s not wasting that outfit on a man, it should have been ME

- well this is very mysterious

- TIME TRAVEL HEIST

- uh oh

- SAIBRA!!! and the other guy

- i’m very intrigued by this private vault

- ohh clones

- DO NOT GET EATEN BY THE TELLER

- oh ofc he’s the architect

- oh it’s another teller

- oh jealous doctor

s8 ep6 the caretaker

- i love clara and twelve’s dynamic, i think they match each other really well

- now i know he did not just show up at her school

- helppp is he just here to prove a point??

- well now i need to watch an episode of the doctor living amongst otters

- oh bro was incinerated

- this is making me desperate for a jane austen episode

- the doctor is a real hater my lord

- episodes of the doctor pretending to be just a Normal Guy will always be funny to me

- clara girl, the play thing is never gonna work

- space dad 😭😭

- oh shit she loves him peepaw

- jealous doctor

- dudes never heard of platonic love? like i also don’t believe she doesn’t love him but cmon

- ohhh shit danny vs the doctor

- ok quite cool from danny boy

- damned with faint praise

- imagine going to heaven and you’re greeted by ollie reeder from the thick of it

- MISSY

[spinjitsuburst]

prime empire thoughts yes please

1- the world of prime empire overall. what are your ideas about it?

I personally they should've played with the ideas of invisible walls or show us how far the game actually expended. idk maybe that's just me but like the world of prime empire in its whole looks overlooked jgsjgl like there's so much you can do.

I also wanted so bad someone from the outside to interfere with the coding or something as well idk WHY DID WE GET SO LITTLE WITH A SEASON AROUND VIDEO GAMES

2- what are you thoughts about scott? (also does he play a big role in cabinet man? (since you also requested asks about cabinet man))

Cuz I think he is greatly underrated in prime empire (but yknow maybe that's just me)

3- jay's skin. I want all your thoughts about jay's skin. Superstar Rockin Jay should've lasted for much longer or at least become a gag in the future (or yknow the fact that there was a cult created out of it)

anyway yeah I like this season a normal amount. Toootally fine with how they handled it.

Can't wait to read your thoughts about it all ( ouo)

GJHJSHFJKGHJKFDSGH HOOOOO BOY

Ideas about the world of Prime Empire as a whole

OHOHO I HAVE SOOOO MANY MY FRIEND

first of all, most if not all the NPCs have some degree of sentience. That's an idea that I think should've been driven more home by the show itself but Blazey and Okino are not the only characters in the game that have free will and the ability to think for themselves. I believe this so wholeheartedly.

Prime Empire was split into different areas that I wish were explored more (honestly a lot of this season boils down to "I wish it were explored more"): Terra Technica, Terra Karana, and Terra Domina. Terra Technica obviously is the biggest area, with the entry point for players entering the game, the Speedway Five-Billion, Scott's Garage and Jay's Club, and at least one other area for the Dance Competition mini-game. I also think this would be where most of the shops run by NPCs in the game would be.

I think most NPCs reside in this area. To really hammer home the fact that they are PEOPLE, not just assets in the game, I think they have homes within the city. Y'know how in Pokemon games (except ScarVi rip) you can just walk into people's houses and there's NPCs inside? Yea it's like that. Except the NPCs leave the houses and explore as well because they have their own thoughts and lives.

Maybe it's just cuz I've been playing Tears of the Kingdom non-stop and it's taken over my brain but I think about the open-worldness of Prime Empire in a similar manner. You can pretty much go anywhere and do anything within the world of Prime Empire. You can scale buildings (if you have the skills unlocked for it) and find secrets everywhere. And most things respawn at certain intervals so players have the chance to pick them up. Kind of like a MMOPRG sorta vibe

BUT there is a sort of thing like you mentioned above - invisible points that you just can't pass. Like the place is enclosed by some giant wall you can't see, and doesn't let you pass through. If you TRIED you would just be running in place basically, never actually getting anywhere. You can see things beyond where stuck at, but they're just for show - there's nothing actually there to interact with, it just gives the guise of depth.

Basically Prime Empire is meant to feel endless, expansive, big, real, until the reality crashes in that it definitely isn't. And sure most people wouldn't care and would have fun playing anyways, but for those who aren't interested after this illusion is broken for them, discover that hey. How do you get out of here again?

Oh right.

They can't.

And that's when people start kinda freaking out. Which I imagine then Jay or the League of Jays step in to try and calm them down and get them to relax and have fun anyways while Jay waits for the rest of the ninja to arrive.

2. Thoughts about Scott and his role in the Cabinet Man AU!

OHHH MAN I LOVE SCOTT DUDE YOU'RE RIGHT HE'S SO UNDERRATED i think he's a super fascinating character to consider in Prime Empire. Given that Unagami clearly had a plan to cube a bunch of players for his portal, he definitely would've come after Scott first. When did Scott figure this out? Did Scott and Unagami interact in-person before this? How was Scott able to evade Unagami long enough to set up his garage's stealth barrier? He's so so so interesting to me

He's clearly a kind person who wants to help people to some degree (sneaking Jay into the garage with him in the shorts, letting Jay run his club from his garage, inevitably sacrificing himself so the ninja can get away, etc.) but he's also very wary and unwilling to risk himself in a lot of ways. He and Jay clearly come to care about each other to some degree in canon, given Jay seems fairly protective of him

and Scott trusts Jay enough to let him into his personal and secret place

LIKE I DON'T THINK THAT GETS TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH. NOT ONLY DID SCOTT AGREE TO HELP JAY HIDE OUT FROM UNAGAMI BUT HE LET HIM RUN AN ENTIRE CLUB OUT OF A SECRET TUNNEL CONNECTED TO HIS GARAGE

there was no reason for Scott to have done either of these things. Was it desperation because Jay's the first person Scott's seen in 30 years? Maybe. But clearly they care about each other to some degree

as for in the cabinet man AU! Jay considers Scott an older brother type figure. He, Scott, and Unagami actually got along well when Scott first got sucked into the game (the game is a lot newer than it is in the actual show given that Jay was 8 when he entered and there is no way he was in there for 30 years lmao, Jay would've been around 16 when Scott entered the game, Scott being 18 or 19, and Jay was around 21-22 when the ninja enter the picture). Unagami was excited to prove himself and give Scott a fun game experience, after all. But y'know, once Milton Dyer realized what happened.... things soured.

Jay and Scott were pretty much on the run together from then on. They care a lot about each other and Jay's extra devastated when Scott gets cubed. Once Jay and Scott leave the game, Scott takes time to rediscover life and reunite with family, but the two stay in close contact and see each other on a weekly basis for a while. Scott's still one of the first people Jay will reach out to if he needs help or advice with something not-ninja related

3. SUPERSTAR ROCKIN' JAY AAAAAAA

okay okay okay okay so obviously you and i met through skybound content so just in case you don't know yet

i'm. a little. unhinged. about superstar rockin' jay

i have so many thoughts about jay's avatar ranging from "this is my Gender and i want to look like a fucking lego" to "WHY DIDN'T NINJAGO LET HIM KEEP ASPECTS OF THIS" to just white noise in my brain and in the center of that white noise is me rotating his minifigure in my mind

HE'S SO COOL!!! HE'S SO COOL AND I LOVE HIM AND HIS DESIGN IS INCREDIBLE LIKE OKAY okay okay okay okay blue and yellow are contrasting colors that mesh REALLY well together and I think the glamrock persona with stars and triangles and shit looks super incredible and it's just a really nice and appealing design and I think that Jay would have like a v-tuber avatar of SSR Jay after the game cuz like LOOK AT HIM. THIS IS PEAK HEGHHAGJFHKGJKJHKJFHGKJFG god im so normal

this is why people call me the ceo of superstar rockin' jay. that design is every aesthetic of mine mashed into one. i'm so obsessed with this design it consumes my core being.

at the end of the day i too. am superstar rockin' jay

i lost track of the point of this question uhhhhhhhh OH YEA I WISH THEY'D LIKE. BRING IT UP MORE OFTEN LIKE JAY WAS AN IN-GAME IDOL!! HE WAS A PERFORMER!! DID HE HAVE FANS??? IS THERE SUPERSTAR ROCKIN' JAY MERCH???????? he should exist outside of prime empire screams

anyways this was a lot of words i love prime empire i love prime empire so much it's so good and more people need to talk about it please please lpease

[just-my-type-x]

Handcuffed to my best friend for 24hrs w/ Colby & he constantly makes sexual jokes & flirty comments

"Colby, i swear to God..."

imagine this takes place in the apartment building theu used to live, but it's only y/n who lives there.

btw, i'll stick to y/n being the editor for the boys as in the You're Fucking With My Head imagine, but they're still friends here

Pic from Pinterest

I take my laptop and sit on the couch as i am watching Sam and Colby's uncut video from Cosmopolitan Hotel. I look around me and try to find my headphones, but i see them on the kitchen counter. i sigh, getting up and putting the laptop aside to go grab them. as i lift the headphones off the counter, i hear a knock on the door. I swear there's always something going on when i have to work.

"Hello, Y/N", Colby smiles with his camera right in my face. "What are you doing?"

i raise an eyebrow at him. "Working for you?". i let him inside and notice that one of his hands is hidden behind his back. i shake my head, thinking nothing should surprise me anymore. "Why are you filming?", i smile and wave at the camera.

"Can you help me angle this camera on the counter real quick?", i nod and walk up to him and take the camera away from him, positioning it on cereal box. all of a sudden, when i'm about to turn around and face him, i hear a click and something hanging on my wrist.

"What the fuck, Colby?", i laugh and raise our both hands in the air, seeing them handcuffed together.

"Welcome to my channel and today we're doing 24 hours handcuffed to my best friend challenge. today, we're going to spend the whole day together, we'll go to the bathroom together, we're gonna eat together, who knows, maybe see each other naked", he laughs and i pull him harshly by the handcuffed hand, earning an ouch and the same pull from him.

"we're definitely not going to the bathroom together", i shake my hand and grab the camera to sit on the couch.

"Can we shower together?", my mouth falls open and he just laughs at me. "i'm playing, y/n, oh my God". Colby takes the camera in his free hand while i struggle to lift my laptop with his heavy arm lingering.

"Excuse me, but can you lift your arm for a second? i already have a laptop in my hands, i can't lift your arm too", i laugh and shake the laptop up and down, while his arm barely moves.

"Sorry". he chuckles and pays attention at what i'm doing. "Ohhh, you're working on the Cosmopolitan Hotel!", he realises when he sees Rug on the screen. i nod and start cutting the video and adding subtitles here and there, when Colby would either say so or when i would consider them necessary. when i'm concentrated enough, he pulls his hand, making mine fall off the laptop. because i was working with my right hand, i drag a few already edited frames through the ending ones.

"Colbyyyy!", i exclaim in disbelief that the past 45 minutes work is going to take at least 10 minutes just to find it between the other frames.

"oh shit, i'm sorry", he laughs and i put the laptop aside. i get up and drag him off the couch.

"i can't work with you, let's do something else. let's go brush our teeth.", i drag him along with me and i feel mu wrist hurting because of the tightness of the handcuffs. i give him a spare toothbrush that i have and we both start brushing out teeth, while i curse because my right arm is weighed by his. when we're done, i realise i'm wearing house clothes, which means i have to change before we go anywhere outside, but i'm not saying anything to him yet. i start doing my make up, trying to make his video fun to watch. while applying my eyeshadow, Colby keeps moving his hand, making my brush fall on my cheek. looking like a clown, i start putting make up on his face too, not being too able to move because his leg is cought between my legs. he keeps ow-ing when my hand stretches his wrist when i apply the eyeshadow on his eyes.

"We look very beautiful", he says while looking into the camera and arranging his hair. i chuckle.

"that color matches you very well.", i laugh when he gives me an "are you kidding" look.

"you look better with it. remember when you wore it last week?", he smiles at me and i blush

"shut up, Brock. you don't even know what you had for breakfast. you can't remember that"

"well, at least i tried to see if you believe me", he laughs and gets up, taking me with him. i roll my eyes.

"what's up with you guys, being so asshole-ish? comment down below why you think Colby's and asshole.", he takes the cereal box from earlier and throws it at me. i throw it back and hit his nose.

"ouch", he says and i put my hands over my mouth, thinking i hit him too hard. i approach him and try to take his hand over his nose to see if he's bleeding or anything, but he takes it off and starts tickling me. i drop to the floor with him over me, none of us being in the frame of the camera. somehow, i know he'll want this scene deleted and i'll gladly do that. i try to stretch my arm so my wrist wouldn't be twisted so much by Colby's movements, but i also stretch his arm out and he collapses over me. we both gasp when he hits his chest with mine. "i'm so sorry, are you ok, y/n?"

i nod, but none of us moves. he lifts himself up on his free arm and i take a deep breath when he's off my chest. concerned, he asks me one more time if i'm fine and i nod. the close space between us makes me uncomfortable and i try to get up, but Colby pushes me back down. i frown at him. "Colby, you keep me too warm, i hate it. i have a massive hoodie on me and it's 130 degrees outside. please get up or i'm getting violent."

"i'd like to see that", he chuckles and his confidence annoys me. i flip us on the floor and i'm on top now. Colby raises his eyebrows in surprise at me. i stretch or arms again, as i lay on him the same way he layed on me. "oh wow, it really gets hot", he gulps and i smirk at him, because he got intimidated by our position. i get away from him, but still sit on top of him, seeing how he gets uncomfortable.

"never challenge me at something, boy", he rests his hands on my thighs and i only realise it after a few moments. "oh, wow, the camera's still recording", i straighten my voice and get up to stop the camera. Colby scratches the back of his neck. "i need to change, how are we going to do this?", i ask him and i blush

"don't you have something underneath?", he asks, frowning, as he's really trying to find a solution

"i have a sports bra, that's not the problem, since every girl in LA almost walks like that through the city. my problem is how i take my hoodie off"

"well, i'll uncuff us and just tell the fans we did that because i respect your privacy and it wouldn't be fair otherwise.", i nod and accept the deal. "tho you have to remain in your sports bra", he smirks and his eyes twinkle with excitement.

"you're unbelievable.", i roll my eyes and wait for him to uunloc my side.

"what? i like checking you out"

"colby, stooop", i run a hand through my hair while walking away from him, both of us laughing. i get back from my bedroom and i find Colby waiting for me, smirking already.

"i wish we used this handcuffs for something else", he locks them again and we walk towards my house keys, exiting the apartment and locking it.

"the 24 hours aren't over yet, maybe we'll use them", i smirk at his shocked face and i smile wide as i've successfuly left him speechless twice already. "but it looks like we have a full schedule, so i don't know about that", the elevator dings as we reach the main floor.

"we can definitely cut some things off the list for that.", i hit him with my free hand and we laugh.

we go to taco bell to grab a bite and Colby constantly moves my hand so i drop almost every fry. while talking to the camera and people constantly looking weirdly at us, i tell him i'm not making any more public challenges with him.

"oh, come on, i know you like being tied up with me. i know the real reason why you're mad is because we're not tied up in a bed", i hit him in the bicep, hurting my own hand while our hands tangle because of the handcuffs.

"Colby, you're playing with fire and i'm sure i don't want to tame it. so shut up", i take a sip of my drink and hear Colby chuckle.

"i don't want you to tame it", i roll my eyes and i'm happy the camera isn't recording.

a few more hours pass by and at 10pm we choose to end the video.

"Thank you guys so much for watching, leave a like and subscribe, go follow y/n on her platforms, i'll let them linked down below and until next time, i hope i'll get to sleep on a side of the bed and not on the floor, cause i've tested her limits today", we both laugh

"oh, you're going home", we laugh once more and he turn off the camera. Colby hands the SD card to me and i take it, putting it in a box that i use only for them. "you'll have the edited video in two-three days. i'm still working on Cosmo Hotel, because somebody made sure i don't work today", i smile and look at the tiny key that unlocks the handcuffs. i rub my wrist, feeling it weird after such a long time of wearing it.

"i'm glad you didn't work today, you needed a break. i thought about it this morning and thought i should stop you.", he smiles at me and rubs his wrist as well.

"next time bring the ones with feathers. i like them more", i wink at him and he pulls me into a hug.

"we can pretend these are with feathers and see if they break while we sleep", i push him towards the door.

"Goodnight, Colbs", i laugh and roll my eyes as he turns around and pouts.

"Goodnight, princess"

i wave at him and lock the door when he lives. i walk towards the couch while shaking my head, taking my laptop to continue searching for that misplaced video frame. i laugh when my phone dings and i see a text from Colby.

"it's so dark outside, i can't find my way home. maybe i should come back upstairs.", i laugh at the text and face palm myself. such a dork.

"Colby, i swear to God..."

"Chucky is nicer than you"

i throw my phone away, smiling, and i get back to my work.

[atths--twice]

Hello

Do you take prompts

If so....

After a date.......

"Can I kiss you goodbye?"

"You can in the morning"

... Pulls them into their apartment/hotel

Well anon, as a matter of fact, I do take prompts. I love them. ❤️ Thank you so much for this one. I know you sent it yesterday, but I only saw it this morning. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and so… I hope you enjoy the story I’ve created. ❤️❤️

The Undeniable Spark

Dinner had been good, though there was a different feel to it than other meals they had shared. A spark that seemed to crackle between them these days, rose and fell as they ate and talked.

Scully smiled as Mulder nodded his head to the music that was playing from the live band in the back of the pub.

“Were you wanting anything else?” the waitress asked as she walked over to their table and Mulder’s attention was pulled away from the music.

“I don’t think so,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Scully.

“Just the bill,” she said, taking out her credit card and handing it to the waitress.

“You got it,” she replied, taking the credit card and walking away.

“I was going to pay,” Mulder said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to her.

“I asked you to dinner. It’s my treat,” Scully said with a shrug. “You can get the next one.”

“Hmm,” he hummed with a nod. His gaze dropped to her lips for a quick second and her stomach quivered as she imagined how it would feel to kiss him.

Kiss him again, you mean, she thought to herself as she remembered their all too brief kiss a month ago on New Year’s Eve.

“Here you go,” the waitress said, bringing back the credit card and the bill. Handing it to Scully, she waited for her to sign it and then she left the table, smiling with a nod.

“How about a walk?” Mulder suggested as they stood up and gathered their things. “Maybe a stop at the ice cream shop a few blocks over?”

“Ohhh, the one that carries the rice ice cream?”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that,” Mulder said with a scoff and shake of his head. She smiled as she put on her coat and he rolled his eyes at her. “Seriously… live a little, Scully. Eat the ice cream. The real, full fat ice cream.”

“We’ll see,” she teased and he shook his head again. “I’m sure you’re planning to get something chocolatey.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, his hand landing on the small of her back as they began to exit the pub. “With chocolate sauce and possibly whipped cream.”

“Is that right?” she asked, as images began to fill her head that were not partnerly.

“Yup. And I’ll share it with you, so long as your ice cream is of equal desirable value.”

“Hmm,” she hummed as they walked out the door, smiling at one another.

They walked in silence for a while, looking around at the other people out for a winter stroll. It was cold, but not overly so, and many had decided to take advantage of the moment.

A large group of loud teenagers rushed past them, forcing Scully to move closer to Mulder and grab his arm for balance.

“Where’s the fire?” Mulder mumbled as they watched them nearly run into other people on the sidewalk.

“No idea,” Scully answered, still holding onto Mulder’s arm and shaking her head.

“Kids today, huh?” he asked as he shifted his arm, allowing her to slip hers through his as they kept walking.

She dipped her head as she smiled and he began talking about something. Her attention was not on the story however, but on the feel of her arm linked with his and the ease at which it had happened.

They’d held hands, or even linked arms before, but it was usually in times of worry or grief. This was different and that spark that passed between them felt like a static charge waiting to pop.

The ice cream shop came into view all too soon and she had to break their connection in order for them to get through the door.

“Smells good in here,” Mulder said as he looked at the menu and she hummed in response as she did the same.

She saw the rice ice cream and she smiled as she glanced at Mulder, deciding she would forgo it tonight for something she knew he would enjoy sharing with her.

“Know what you’d like?” the kind older woman behind the counter asked them and Scully stepped forward.

“Yes. I’ll have the vanilla-”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed and shook his head at the seemingly boring choice.

“With caramel sauce and cookie crumbles. In a waffle cone.”

“Ohh,” he said, looking at her in surprise and she smiled coquettishly.

“Desirable enough for you?” she asked as the woman began to prepare her ice cream.

“The ice cream?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her lips again and she drew in a deep breath as she nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good,” she said softly and he smiled before licking his lips and turning to the woman to give her his order. “Chocolate, with chocolate sauce, chocolate chips, and mini marshmallows. In a waffle cone. Two spoons.”

“Jesus,” Scully breathed, taking her cone and shaking her head as the woman behind the counter laughed jovially.

Napkins were shoved into their pockets as they left the shop and walked to a bench. Sitting down, they shared the ice cream, Mulder eating the greater portion of them as she began to feel too full.

She broke off pieces of her cone and dipped them into his ice cream, scooping up a marshmallow and a few chocolate chips.

“Admit it, rice ice cream will never beat chocolate,” he said, taking a huge bite as he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s not fair to compare the two,” she stated, letting the cold chocolate chips roll around in her mouth before she chewed them up. “They’re completely different.”

“And one is far superior. It’s okay to admit that, Scully,” he said, taking another bite.

“I’ll admit nothing of the sort,” she said, wiping chocolate from the corner of his mouth with a napkin as she laughed quietly.

“Coward,” he said and she laughed again as she shook her head.

He walked her to her door forty five minutes later, stopping as she took out her keys and placed them in the lock.

“Well,” he said, as the door opened. “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder,” she replied, smiling softly at him.

Neither of them moved and she once again felt that spark growing between them.

“Could…” he started and then stopped.

“What?”

He stepped closer and her heart began to beat faster as her breathing increased. His eyes held hers and then dropped to her lips, lingering longer than they had all night.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he whispered, looking into her eyes again and she exhaled as she felt the spark pop and pull her toward him.

Goodbye, she thought. No… I don’t want this to be goodbye. Not yet.

Reaching up, she placed her hands on his chest and he drew in a breath as she did the same, her heart now racing. She stood up on tiptoes as he bent his head closer, his mouth opening slightly.

Just before their lips met, she paused, her decision made.

“You can kiss me goodbye… in the morning,” she whispered, and he moaned as he kissed her and she pulled him into her apartment, the door closing behind them.

[soracities]

Ur so eloquent and i love ur posts about the societal pressures associated w makeup!!!! 💗💗💗 u put everything I feel & think about into coherent words and I so appreciate that! Also I would like to hear ur thoughts on plastic surgery bcuz I am also annoyed. If I see that smug smiley little dickhead plastic surgeon tiktoker on my FYP one more time saying “ohhh my patients r beautiful. Anyway here are all the procedures I’m gonna do to alter their ethnic nor unique features and make them look totally different” I’m gonna scream. The patronising pseudo-kindness is almost worse than when he goes completely mask-off about exploiting insecurity - like the vid he made laughing w the caption “when a 20yr old says she’s doesn’t need Botox bcuz she’s gonna age gracefully.” I’ve spent a lot of time cultivating a healthy self-esteem & generally not defining myself by my appearance - yet even I felt a flicker of my old insecurity seeing that post. I block every post referencing plastic surgery and I STILL get them. It’s incessant & so insidious - esp for poc. My 13yr old cousin (who watches lots of tiktok) told me she’s saving up for a nose job and a BBL when she turns 18 and my heart fkn broke. No 13yr old shld even KNOW the term BBL.

I feel so much for your younger sister, anon, because whatever else I may have gone through with my own insecurities at 13 (and they were profound and absolutely did a number on me), I genuinely cannot begin to imagine what it's like to cope with all of that in the age of TikTok and IG and the added pressure of beauty influencers magnifying everything.

Honestly, my thoughts on cosmetic surgery are very complicated--I don't think it's something that's ever going to go away, and to be honest I'm not even sure if it's about that. I know people who've had cosmetic procedures done and I know it was something deeply important for them and I know how much happier and at ease they felt afterwards--I'm not going to judge or begrudge anyone that happiness because the reality is, as much as it would be amazing if we all loved and celebrated ourselves and each other, everyone's individual constellation of insecurities and worries is completely different and not everyone will be able to address them in the same way.

To live in a world where we are not defined and punished for our physical differences would be an incredible thing, but we don't live in that kind of world--and so learning to be at peace with yourself in the midst of the world we do have, learning to accept your body or any individual aspects of your appearance is incredibly difficult--and these difficulties are influenced even more by gender, or race, or the culture in which you live etc., or even just the people around you. Do I wish my friends could see what I see? Of course. But I also don't know what they see, or how deeply that runs, or the impact that has on them. Because I also know that, when it comes to myself, I don't see what they see, either. I've said before that I find prominent noses absolutely beautiful--but I know that I cannot impose this on someone who has had to live their life under constant comments about their nose (or any other feature), to the point where they feel that is all they are to people. I don't condemn people for the choices they make in this, but I do condemn the structures and societal expectations that force some people into certain choices in the first place by normalising this idea that there is a "correct" way to look (and I'm not immune to it either--I have a lot of profound insecurities that are incredibly difficult to get past).

It's very similar to how I view makeup in some respects because whatever choices people make when it comes to cosmetic procedures should feel like choices to them. But not all cosmetic procedures are made equally and my real issue with cosmetic surgery (and in my mind I distinguish it from plastic surgery because they are not the same to me), more than anything else, is when it becomes a tool for upholding and celebrating particular beauty standards that are deeply gendered, politicized and racialised while claiming it is "just" a matter of aesthetics, which is deeply, deeply insidious to me. "Aesthetics" have never been neutral. Even the language we use in talking about it isn't neautral: "fix", "adjust", "improve" etc. Improve according to whom? Why do they decide this? At the end of the day, no matter what you say about the golden ratio there is nothing wholly objective about beauty because human beings are not static Ideals; you cannot distill beauty into a mathematic formula like a conch shell because beauty is not something separate from the thing it occupies. These ideals work for Plato, but we are living, breathing, moving, exsiting in the here and now. A static image of a beautiful woman in a Vogue covershoot is just that: an image. And all the rules that govern that image fall apart the moment the model moves again, the moment she becomes a person again.

And besides, nothing can be "just" aesthetics in a world with the warped beauty standards that we have. There's nothing neutral about nose jobs in a society marred with as much anti-black racism and antisemitism as ours. There's nothing neutral about BBLs in a society that fetishizes black women's (and other woc) bodies as ours. There's nothing neutral about buccal fat removal in a society so plagued by thinness as not just a physical but also a moral ideal. I read a horrifying article on GQ a few months back about men undergoing cosmetic surgery to widen their jawlines so they appear more "manly"--and a surgeon in the article casually said one of these patients also "needed a rhinoplasty" which made me see red: nobody needs their face smashed open for the sake of an arbitrary standard whose very purpose (Beauty) requires the existence, and therefore manipulation and condemnation, of its opposite in order to appear valid. These beauty standards only have value so long as their opposites have no value--but these "opposites" are not disembodied traits: they are real human features that belong to real breathing human beings who have to live surrounded with this rhetoric for their entire lives. There's nothing neutral to me about looking at a human face and dissecting all of its features, ascribing values to some, and disparaging others, as though they exist as separate building blocks you can rearrange at will. In some instances, it skirts too close phrenology for me, and I'm not saying that lightly.

These are some of my thoughts but as I said, my views on this are very complicated and I have to be careful how I talk about some of it because there are some things that genuinely make me deeply angry. Again, I don't believe the solution is to get rid of cosmetic surgery, because I don't think that will ever really work and I think it misses the point--most people will always have something about themselves they'll want to change or just wish was different and for some people more than others they will want to make that change: and I would much rather people have access to legal, qualified, accountable medical professionals when they do. But in cases like your sister, in cases like that GQ article, in cases like that TikTok surgeon (I have no words, anon, truly...), or really just TikTok in general, in cases like ethnic rhinoplasty and eyelid surgery, the fact that the number of people getting Botox has grown since the increase in video calls and Zoom meetings....in all honesty at this point I am just tired and infuriated by our refusal to have an actual conversation about the society these procedures exist in and are normalised within and I'm especially tired when influencers and celebrities make a point of not being upfront about their own procedures. I don't care what people get done or why (as long as its a freely made choice for no one else's sake but yours), but I do care when we make it as acessible as these procedures are now, when they are tacitly (and in some cases outright) encouraged, and yet talking about them or admitting to having had that work done is somehow gauche and I am incredibly tired of it!

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Owari no Seraph chapter 136 english fan translation

Hi how are you. Do you wanna read a fan translation of the new ons chapter? Because I have one. You should totally also read the official from here though!

There was some promo material along with the color page I translated this time too.

Color Page: To save Everything, that's the ambition he's imbued into his sword.

Owari no Seraph chapter 316: God Resides Within Them

[Transcription of the OnS half of the following volume 32 ad page]

Knowing the truth only strengthens their desire for a path to salvation!

To bless the souls of all with forgiveness...Yuu* and Mika's fight begins!!

Having found out the truth of his own past, he's set his sights on "delivering salvation unto all in existence." His first step has been to pay Saitou and the vampires a visit and attempt to discuss with them...!?

-[chapter starts here]

Shikama: Yuu, hurry up.

Saitou: Urd!!! Do NOT let him get to the First!!

Ky: ....holy shit.

Lest: We're gonna get caught up in it too if we don't get out of here!

Shikama: Shit

Urd: O Sword.....CLEAR THE SKY ALONG WITH THE FIRST!!!

Yuu: I can tell that's bad news just by looking, what do we do about it?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: I wonder if we can just...tank it?

Mika: No shot, tanking that would kill us. And even if we lived we'd have been knocked too far away.

Yuu: Oh yeah, too far away to hear what the First has to say. So what then?

Mika: Mhm....

Mika: Ohhh- I've got it. We've cast curse of you can't kill us on the vampires, right?

Yuu: Uh, no I don't think they're really taking that into account with these attacks.

Mika: Well ok, but maybe that's because we're in the middle of a tumultuous battle now. So basically if we settle down and behave, our curse should go back into affect.

Yuu: Hm...

Mika: So as soon as we hear whatever the First has to say, we should just immediately let ourselves get captured and it'll be fine.

Yuu: Ok.

Mika: Alright, we've got our plan

Yuu: But how?

Mika: I'll take his attack alone until I hit empty battery, so just toss the sword into it.

Yuu: Aren't you just being suicidal again?

Mika: I'm already dead I can't be. Even if he explodes me I'll just come back whenever I eat some of your desire.

Yuu: That's gonna have ME running on empty, though.

Mika: Yeah it'll probably get you so bad you won't even be able to move, but it's better than dying right now.

Yuu: Sure I guess. Ok, I'll throw you now, then.

Mika: Great, I'll give it my all!

Yuu: *Link sounds*

Mika: *screaming*

Mika: Oh, nevermind I fucked up

Mika: YUUCHAN I FUCKED UP.

Ferid: That's the impact Urd Gilles' sword makes. Must be someone real powerful over there to cancel it out

Ferid: Am I right, My Queen

Krul: He's strong, this isn't Ferid's strength. I don't know if I can win here.

Shinya: Hey....Kureto nii-san. Are you still alive? ...Did you die?

Shinya: I gave you your next shiritori kana quite a while ago, can I consider it my win if you died? What would people say if they knew Kureto nii-san had died ragequitting shiritori....

Shinya: Uh??? Kureto nii-san, are you alive? If you really died-

Kureto: Hey.

Shinya: OH SHIT, YOU SURVIVED THAT?

Kureto: Stop being stupid. Let's set our allies loose and then get out of here, Shinya. And no dawdling.

Shinya: I know.

Yuu: I'm so hungry oh my god, this must be empty battery.

Yuu: Ok, First, I'm here! What are we talkin' about!?

Yuu: Oh, you're see-through! Wh-what the hell happened???

Shikama: I'm...being eaten.

Yuu: Eaten!? Wait by who?????

Shikama: By humans.

Shikama: I couldn't have imagined a human with enough power to do this...

Yuu: I asked who though????

Shikama: There's no time to explain. I need to transfer whatever is left of my magic and power to you before it's all stolen.

Yuu: Wh-

Mika: THAT WAS SO STUPID. I DIDN'T EVEN LAST 8 SECONDS.

Mika: HEY, HE'S SEE-THROUGH!!

Shikama: There's no time. Rigr and Urd are on their way. Before they get here, Yuu,

Yuu: What?

Shikama: You said you had found out how to resurrect Mikaela. Was that true? I've never once been able to do it.

Yuu: It was true. If you teach me how, I can do it successfully.

Shikama: Was I mistaken in the way I've been doing it?

Yuu: Yeah, all wrong.

Shikama: ...I see. But you found where that mistake was.

Yuu: I did.

Shikama: Understood. Then, since my time has run out, it's time to entrust everything to you.

The spell to resurrect Mikaela. The spell to hide this world from Paradise. The spell to destroy Paradise.

Shikama: There is a great price for you to pay for all of these. But still-

Yuu: I have my memories back, I can do it. I'll follow in your steps, I'll resurrect all of the angels.

Shikama: Ha, hahaha

Shikama: You really do surprise me, humans and homonculi both, before I even knew it you've surpassed your creator's wildest expectations.

Shikama: Alright then, I leave what's left of my power to you, who I know less and less what exactly to call.

Shinoa: I don't think so.

Shikama: .....what do you even intend to use all this power for?

Shinoa: For love.**

Shikama: How selfish, an expectedly human answer.

Shinoa: How are you any different?

Shikama: I never thought this day would come...my wish, I leave to the next generation.

Shinoa: I don't know who you were planning to give what to, but now that I have it, it won't be used to hurt anyone else.

Yuu: Ok

The power of the First’s love has been settled in that body....***

Owari no Seraph will be on hiatus next month.

T/N:

*the Yuu they use here is in katakana like they write the Homonculous's name (and how Shikama has been referring to Yuu recently)

**Shinoa uses the word for romantic love here

***changed from what I used to have after being asked for clarification, I think this version makes it more obvious which body they’re talking abt but you can still see the original with the twitter version XP

[astrolavas]

read your tags under that post and which do you actually think is more likely? That hunter knows what a grimwalker is or that he doesn't?

HMMM okay tbh imo it depends mostly on what the general public knows too.

because if grimwalkers are a common public knowledge? something that is presented as a fact, something that people know CAN exist, even if only in theory? then yeah he knows lol he knows. that boy is a living encyclopedia and he's got so much curiosity abt the world; he'd definitely have gone down this rabbit hole at least once (nerd)

but also, if there's anything he DOESN'T know, then....... it's definitely this.

y'know, the thing that i keep thinking back to is this; the pages from eda's urban legends book.

like. this is literally hunter. lol. the hair? the cape thingie? the eyes? AND THE PINK EYE TOO???? okay.. lol

like...... this might be nothing but hmm interesting, okay (also this rn is not serious but back when elsewhere and elsewhen came out i spent like a few hours trying to identify and determine if the leaf ^ has any significance, like any hidden symbolism or meaning or whatever (NO ONE @ ME. 💀 I KNOW.) and didn't rly.... find anything meaningful xjskksks but the closest existing leaf that matched the shape that i'd found was a maple tree leaf. and. i just find it funny because maple directly translates to klon/clone in polish LMAO i just find it funny)

so anyway. this makes me wonder like maybe grimwalkers ARE some kind of an urban legend? a myth, a cryptid, etc?

it'd make sense, especially since the ingredients are like...... IMPOSSIBLE TO GET. i very much doubt that anyone but belos would ever be able to even think about making one, not to mention making new ones constantly over and over again. so it might be the case that maybe many, many centuries ago it was actually a factual ritual, that got lost in time because of its rarity and complexity; OR belos somehow created the grimwalker recipe himself, by experimenting until he succeeded, and maybe even based it off some ancient texts too.

in this case, i could imagine people like.. treating it as a myth definitely. like, oh, here is this niche thing that apparently may exist but actually CANNOT possibly be real, right? because no one would ever even get these ingredients, right? and cloning people?? that is sooo ridiculous. like, ohhh no surely no one has even seen a grimwalker (lol)

in this case, it'd be hmmmm possible that maybe hunter had heard something, depending on how niche the legend would be in the first place. he probably wouldn't know everything though, or wouldn't be able to find a fully valuable, reliable source, and that would frustrate him, a lot. like he LOVES knowing stuff and just finding out stuff and reading about stuff, so not knowing anything about what he actually IS would be.... so frustrating to him LIKE. YEAH. oof. in that case, he'd go into like.. full research mode or sth lol (also getting excited abt research/new information could distract him from all the pain so kxjsk he'd definitely research)

so yeah ummmm HM. 🧍

tbh i really hope we just... hxjsk get more info about grimwalkers, in general, as a species LIKE I WANNA KNOW. we've known how they're created for months but what about how they live? do they somehow function differently, do they have any special characteristics? i need Answers. yeah.

[fallenclan]

FUAHAHAHAAA... Legally I'm an Otterslip apologist but largely just because I fancy myself an Otterslip understander. LOVE fucked up complex little guys with a good fatal flaw who've done something they can't take back. Whether they feel remorse or never do, or spend their entire lives lying to themselves trying to justify it, because if they weren't *right,* how can they possible come to terms with it?

(Seriously. INSANELY COMPELLED BY Otterslip being told by the stars he thought would recognize his efforts, the mother he all but idolized, believed in with an almost naive, unrelentingly heartfelt devotion, that he was wrong for doing the very same thing she had before, lashing out in his grief and anger. And he was! And so was she! But ohhh the cycles the legacy of it all. Preventable tragedy, all too human. I think he could've lived a perfectly respectable life under different circumstances, and he Might still - somewhere else with a fresh start, I think him doing well by the loners or even just Moosefall, even just in a theoretical attempt to save Hopethistle, is really compelling - but he'll never be able to wipe away his past. And the way it ripples out, too, effecting his own children, continuing things...)

(^ ...SSORRY. THAT GOT LONGER THAN I MEANT.)

ANYWAY!!!! Ohhh kitten hours... My first vote's for Jaycall but that's a little bit just because I have a type. Fruitbeam or Troutspeckle would be REAL cute also... :3 of course, there's nothing to say they couldn't learn some from each of them! They'll probably be fed with some litter close to their age, but it really is cute to imagine a communal raising type beat... VERY endearing. That's their auntie they learned where all the cool birds like to hide from, and that's their nestmate they play medicine den with, and that's their kin that tells them all about slugs, and that's their uncle that tells really good stories, and that's their clanmate that'll show them cool moves if they promise to be quiet, and that's --! so on and so forth...

WHAT I ACTUALLY CAME IN HERE TO SAY THOUGH WAS !!! .. (embarrassed) if I manage playlists for anybody in the clan (intent was otterslip or yewberry or brambleyew but have since had More Thoughts . So uncertain) would you like to see them

(WELL WISHWS!)

(**WAIT. ALSO. SWINGS BACK IN BC FORGOT. ALL OF THE FICS AND ART AND THINGS RECENTLY HAVE KICKED SO MUCH ASS . STARSPEED ALL OF YOU YOU COOL AS HELL COMRADES & FC THST GOES DOUBLY FOR YOU... ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR :3 YOURE KILLIN IT OUT THERE**)

(- 🐈‍⬛!)

AUGH ALL OF THIS!!!! black cat you literally never miss it's unreal. and the little bit about he kitten being raised by the whole clan made me tear up like actually it's so cute

PLAYLISTS!!! YES!!!! i LOVE playlists sm AND I need new music to listen to while I draw I would love love love to listen to them,,