#outlook errors

[cursezoroark]

ship chart for them for categorical purposes. chart by @/goomyloid.

[reikomakoto]

And is the unread email in the room with us?

[dragonbleps]

why is gmail such a pain in the ass every single time something goes wrong

Edit: nvm if I do it from the browser to start with, I can get in just fine. it's jsut outlook causing an issue or something idk

[waledxman123]

Microsoft Outlook and Teams Outage: What Happened and What to Expect

On November 25, 2024, Microsoft services, including Outlook, Teams, and the Microsoft Store, faced widespread disruptions. The outage began early in the morning, with reports surging around 8 AM ET, coinciding with the start of the workday for many users. Microsoft identified the root cause and began rolling out a fix. However, the resolution process has been gradual, with some services still impacted as targeted restarts take longer than anticipated. Microsoft has promised updates as they work toward full restoration.

This outage underscores the challenges of maintaining seamless operations for essential productivity tools, especially as businesses and individuals rely heavily on digital communication platforms. Microsoft advises affected users to monitor their service health dashboards for real-time updates.

For further details, visit sources such as Windows Central and Microsoft’s official channels【10】

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Microsoft Outlook and Teams Outage: Detailed Insights

On November 25, 2024, users worldwide reported significant disruptions to key Microsoft services, including Outlook, Teams, and the Microsoft Store. This outage severely impacted businesses and individuals relying on these tools for communication and collaboration. Reports began surfacing as early as 4 AM ET, with a sharp spike at 8 AM ET as the workday commenced. By mid-morning, millions were unable to access emails, schedules, or Teams functionalities.

Timeline of Events

Microsoft began investigating the issue early and identified the problem affecting Exchange Online and Teams’ calendar functionalities. At 9:06 AM ET, the company acknowledged the outage on its Microsoft 365 Status account on X (formerly Twitter), assuring users that a fix was underway. Initial updates indicated progress in deploying patches, but the restoration process proved slower than expected. As of midday, manual restarts for affected servers were still ongoing, leaving many without full access.

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What Caused the Outage?

While Microsoft has not publicly disclosed technical specifics, the incident underscores the complexity of managing cloud-based services at scale. Early reports suggest server configurations or software updates might have triggered the disruptions. Microsoft’s gradual rollout strategy aims to minimize broader impacts, ensuring stability during restoration.

Global Impact

The outage hit hard in regions where Microsoft 365 services are vital for productivity, including North America and Europe. Businesses dependent on Outlook for email and Teams for virtual meetings experienced delays and cancellations, forcing many to revert to alternative tools or communication methods.

Current Status

By late evening on November 25, Microsoft reported that its fix had reached 98% of affected environments. However, isolated issues persist, with Microsoft advising users to check the admin center for updates under the case number MO941162. Full restoration is expected soon, though no exact timeline has been provided.

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Lessons and Considerations

This outage highlights the growing dependence on cloud services and the need for contingency planning. Organizations should evaluate backup communication tools and ensure staff are prepared for sudden disruptions.

For updates, users are encouraged to monitor Microsoft’s service dashboards and official communication channels. As the situation evolves, Microsoft’s response will likely shape customer trust and future service reliability.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for your dystopian novel

Bad situation

abend, accident, adversity, anarchy, apocalypse, backwash, bad scene, bane, bedlam, bind, blooper, bottleneck, bug, bummer, can of worms, cataclysm, catch, chaos, clog, cobweb, collision, commotion, conflict, contempt, crisis, crunch, damage, deadlock, debacle, decline, deficiency, detriment, difficulty, disadvantage(s), disaster, discomfiture, disorganization, disservice, disturbance, downfall, drag, drawback, duress, emergency, error, exigency/exigence, failing, famine, fiasco, fix, flash point, flip-flop, flotsam, friction, gadfly, hang-up, harm, havoc, hell, histrionics, holdup, hurdle, impasse, impropriety, inconvenience, infirmity, jalopy, jump, lapse, limitation, lose, madhouse, malfunction, maze, mire, misery, misfortune/mishap, mix-up, neglect, nightmare, obstacle, onus, ordeal, pall, pass, pell-mell, pickle, pitfall, plague, poison, press, problem, quagmire, question, restraint, reverse, ruin, scandal, scrape, shambles, showdown, smash, snare, spot, storm, strife, syndrome, tiff, to-do, trap, trouble, turmoil, undoing, uprising, upset, weight, wreck

Danger

act of God, bad trip, calamity, cataclysm, crapshoot, curse, dilemma, emergency, hardship, ill, mayhem, peril, risk, seriousness, threat, trouble, violence

Fate

accident, break, bummer, chaff, contingency, damnation, destiny, doom, downfall, duty, flip-flop, fortune, future, good, judgment, limbo, lot, misfortune/mishap, outlook, penalty, plague, predestination, setback, suspense, undoing, windfall

Morality

abandon, affirmative action, blasphemy, conscience, craft, decadence, delinquency, dirt, enormity, equality, ethics/ethic, excess, faithfulness, falsity, favoritism, good, good will/goodwill, guile, guise, honesty, ideals, imposture, infamy, infraction, iniquity, innocence, liability, loyalty, misbehavior, misconduct, misdeed/ misdemeanor, morals, obscenity, outrage, principle/principles, profanity, responsibility, sacrilege, scandal, score, sin, treachery, trespass, trickery, turpitude, validity, veracity, virtue, wrong

Assert

accredit, adduce, advocate, affirmation, allege, announcement, attest, bemoan, bluster, brag, bring out, come clean, crow, declaim, declare, deny, drum into, emphasize, exclaim, exult, gloat, gloss, gush, impute, insist, justify, level, maintain, mockery, overrate, play down, plead, point out, proclaim, promote, pronounce, punctuate, push, rave, retract, rumor, speak out/speak up, state, stress, support, swear, testify, testimony, underscore, vindicate, vouch, whitewash, witness

Authorize

accede, accredit, acknowledgment, affirm, appoint, approve, assign, back, bar, bless, certify, chicken out, concession, constitute, countenance, crown, dedicate, delegation, disown, enable, endorse, enjoin, entrust, exempt, forgive, induct, invest, lay, let off, make, negate, nominate, notarize, okay, order, overrule, permission, place, prohibit, recall, release, repeal, revoke, spare, subscribe, validate, veto, warrant, witness

Criticize

abuse, admonition, aspersion, assault, bad-mouth, baste, beef, berate, browbeat, castigate, chasten, chew out, come down on, complaint, condemnation, correct, criticism, critique, cut, damn, debase, denigrate, denunciation, deprecate, deride, detract, diatribe, disparage, dress down, flak, fulminate, gainsay, gird, gripe, grouch, hiss, humiliate, impugn, invective, jaw, knock, lament, lay into, malign, mortify, mug, nag, offense, pick at/pick on, protest, rail, rap, reflection, reprimand, reprove, revile, row, sarcasm, scorn, sit-in, sneer, storm, swear, tell off, upbraid, vituperate

Demand

adjure, beckon, behest, bidding, call, charge, command, crave, cross-examine, debrief, demand, direct, enjoin, exact, extortion, grease, importune, inflict, instruct, necessitate, order, petition, query, request, requisition, solicit, squeeze, supplicate, take on

Government action

abdicate, abolition, administer, amnesty, cease-fire, command, depose, dethrone, dominate, enforce, exile, filibuster, override/overrule, reign, run in, second, tax, veto

Government organization

administration, cabinet, capitol, confederacy, cop, court, democracy, dictatorship, empire, government, jury, police/police officer, regime, sovereignty, tyranny

Political action

amnesty, arbitration, campaign, crusade, demonstration, drive, elect, endorse, mutiny, nomination, picket, poll, reaction, revolt, riot, sedition, vote

Restrict

bar, bind, bound, brake, circumscribe, cocoon, constrain, constrict, control, curb, dam, defer, deferment/deferral, desensitize, embargo, enjoin, expatriate, expulsion, fetters, forbear, gag, grind, hamper, handicap, hem/hem in, hobble, hold back/hold off, impair, imposition, inhibit, keep one’s cool, localize, moderate, obligate, ostracism, prohibit, rein, restrain, retard, shackle, slowdown, squelch, strangle, subdue, suspend, tie/tie up

Symbol

arms, autograph, beep, capital, charm, code, cue, device, emblem, ensign, flag, flourish, graffiti, handwriting, herald, imprint, indication, John Hancock, landmark, letter, logo, notation, numeral, script, sign, spot, stripe, tag, tick, trademark, type, writing

NOTE

Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary Dystopia ⚜ Dystopian World ⚜ Pain & Violence ⚜ Hate

[buddieroommates]

ive had to call customer service twice today and every single time they fix my problem and then i go to the next step in the process and there's another problem. i just know there's something laughing at me out there

[rottingghosty]

The Realms PR | DC X DP Part 2

this isn’t as good in my thoughts because writing as bruce??? really hard. how am i supposed to write a paranoid man if i am the most chillest person i can be… anyway heres your part 2 food of this au, not sure if i’ll continue writing more parts? depends on how i feel.

errors are made and sorry the the lackluster performance this might be

if you want to use my prompt please give me credits thank you

☁️☁️☁️☁️

Danny very much prefers to have nobody intervene on his business as the vigilante of Amity Park. He’s essentially called dibs on it if you consider the fact that the entire town is basically his metaphorical grave since it’s his haunt and he did die to make the portal to the Ghost Zone open. He very much ignores that specific can of worms because that’s a heavy topic that he won’t ever talk about because Spectra really ruined his own outlook on professionals. Jazz will most likely want to open that can but that’s for future Danny.

Where was he? Oh yeah.

Danny very much likes being a solo hero with his friends and sister aiding when they can. He very much dislikes the fact that people have been trying to enter his haunt without permission. Does he know why people who tried to pass through Amity Park suddenly find themselves back at where the welcome sign is? No. Is he going to ask? Also no because it allows the residents and himself privacy even when he’s got the GIW on his tail or even his own parents.

He’s not going to rebuke this gift especially with his influx of fame. Which reminds Danny that he needs to post a new tweet, maybe a video of Cujo playing with the kids in the park from a few days ago? He figures people would be more interested if they knew a ghost dog existed. Maybe he can include one of Ember’s concerts or something.

Man he has so many videos to post and such little time to do so, but he thinks Sam and Tucker are having fun being his PR team with the way Sam had a manic gleam in her eyes when Lois Lane and Clark Kent sent her a message of twitter asking for an interview. All while Tucker basically going giddy at Red Robin and Oracle trying to get through the firewall that’s blocking Amity Park from eyes being too close for all their comforts.

Bruce Wayne stared intently at the video before him, it was only thirty seconds but it was thirty seconds enough to cause him to tighten his grip on the arm rests of his chair in the Batcave. His blue eyes staring down at the figure in the video as it replayed on loop. His shoulders tense and bunched up as he inhaled sharply at the frame that happened ten seconds in.

Because right there, staring up at the camera looked too much like Jason. It looked too much like his boy, his son that he had lost when Jason was only fifteen. Normally he would’ve brushed it off but it was the way that it then shifted into Dick, Steph, Tim and then Damian—

Ancient of Hope is what Phantom had called them, the embodiment of hope and how its form switched to what people believed in. Apparently it looked so much like the Robins of Gotham because Gotham was— is the biggest source of hope there is. Yet, this was an unknown.

Bruce couldn’t trust a word that Phantom said, ghosts are an unknown. Trying to get Constantine to talk about it was a struggle itself, the equivalent of trying to pull teeth out because the man was equally as stubborn as Bruce and it was even worse when the man had cursed up a storm when they had a meeting about Phantom’s first videos.

Ghosts are a variable in an equation that Bruce is trying to solve but he simply can’t force his way into solving it, not when this whole thing has turned into a diplomatic nightmare with the fact that Oa has started pressuring the US government about the mistreatment of the Infinite Realms beings.

The Justice League Dark even adding in the pressure— Deadman being one of the more outspoken members as he explained as much as he knew about the Infinite Realms despite not quite qualifying as one of their residents but still considered as one in an odd way. Constantine grumbling about as he came and went, saying how the Ghost Investigation Ward could’ve started a war or destroyed everyone.

Clark and Lane were writing up articles, having conversations with the PR Team of Phantom— two teenagers who were involved heavily and considered ambassadors to the Realms because of their connection to Phantom.

Phantom who is the High King. Phantom who doesn’t want his subjects hunted anymore and took a peaceful route instead of simply declaring war.

Bruce takes a heavier breath, jaw clenched as he watched the video loop one more time before the closed the tab to look more into the GIW and their backers, eyes narrowing in two names.

Vladimir Masters and Lex Luthor.

[bisexualiteaa]

Vacation

Toshinori Yagi X F!Reader

Synopsis: while on a trip to I-Island for the annual I-Expo, you and your husband make the most of the time off together. 😉

CW: MDNI! Established relationship, reader and Toshinori are married, no use of Y/N, p0rn w/o plot, hot tub seggs, unpr0tected seggs, cream 🥧, multiple örgasms, AFAB, reader has hair, brief mention of alcöhol, terms of endearment (honey, sweetheart, baby), präise, possible spelling/grammar errors, proof read

AN: slowly getting back into the swing of writing again finally!! 😭 It’s been quite the process, but slowly and surely I’ve been working my way back into it! So please forgive me if they’re different from my usual quality, doing my best to get back into it. 🥺 I’ve had a bunch of good stuff just chilling in my drafts waiting to be finished, happy to finally get some done and post them on here! My ask box is still always open! Otherwise, hope you all enjoy. ☺️🫶

This little trip away you took with your husband had been nothing short of absolute paradise. You were off and away from work, spending most of the time with a delightful fruity drink in hand, and you got to enjoy it all with your husband without the entirety of Japan trailing you everywhere you went. It had been the first time in ages that you had some time alone with the man, spending it with him on I Island for the I-Expo. He’d booked you both a rather luxurious suite in one of the nicest hotels the island had to offer. One with a stellar outlook of the island and the water surrounding it, and a promise that after the reception was finished, he was all yours for the rest of the weekend to do freely as you pleased. You had to admit, it was fun getting to walk around and see all of the advancements that the scientists have made to aid pro heroes and society, but more than anything you’d greatly looked forward to the chance to have Toshinori all to yourself.

So one night, and some room serviced champagne later, you finally had that chance. The fancy reception that Toshinori had been out here for had finally ended, meaning he would be back any minute to spend the rest of the night and whole rest of the weekend with you. You stood in the bathroom, looking over yourself in the mirror as you toyed with your hair, trying to get it to look cute and voluminous but messy in that sexy sort of way. You put on a layer of lipgloss to keep your lips soft and shiny, then tied your robe that you bought specially for this occasion. It hugged your curves, the tie only accentuating it even further as the overlap made a v-line at your chest, letting your cleavage peak out a little. You heard his footsteps at the door to your room, leaving you to hurry over to the bed as you sat at the foot of it, facing the door as you leaned back on one arm, waiting for him to come in. You heard the loud click of the lock when presented with the keycard, watching as the door opened and in walked your lovely husband. “Hey honey, hope I didn’t keep you waiting-“ he started to say, before his eyes fell on you. Suddenly that tired look on his face was gone, and instead a soft grin stretched to his lips, his eyes raking over your figure. “Hi handsome” you said, your tone dropped to a lower and more seductive tone as you stood up, striding over to him and placing your hands on his chest. “How was the reception?” You asked, a genuine question but that look in your half lidded gaze told him that the goings on of the reception wasn’t what you really cared about. “Oh the usual, you know how these events go” he replied, watching your eyes as they flit between his and his lips as he spoke, making his heart thump loudly against his sternum like it was trying to break free. You had a way of stealing his breath away without even trying, sometimes one simple look from you was all it would take to get his heart racing and his mind foggy. “It was great, don’t get me wrong! But…this was the moment I’d been looking forward to all night” he said as he placed his much larger hands on your hips, looking down at you with a love struck smile, making you hum happily at his response. He watched as your smile widened, your head tipping upwards a little as you toyed with his tie. “Yeah?” You asked almost innocently as you looked at him with so much love, looking up at him as if he hung the very stars in the sky. “You know it” he answered, making you giggle as he leaned in and kissed you softly and sweetly.

“Who needs a party when I have my beautiful wife here, waiting for me?” He said into it, making you hum at his comment as his hands smoothed up your waist, caressing your curves. You sighed softly into it, a pleasant shudder running down your spine as his hands roamed your frame. “You look good though, all dressed up like this” you complimented, running your hand along the lapel of his suit making him chuckle. “So you’ve told me. I was almost late to the reception because of how much you liked it” he jabbed playfully, making you laugh because it was true. Had he not stopped kissing you, he very likely could have been late to the party, or even missed it all together. “Hey in my defense, the last time I got to see you all dressed up like this was on our wedding day. ‘s not everyday a woman gets to see her man all dressed up” you responded, making him chuckle again before humming at your comment. “Your man?” He asked teasingly, a grin stretched to his face. Oh how he loved the sound of those words leaving your lips. Your man. It made his pride swell, his heart race and a tingling heat begin to fester in his lower stomach. “My big, strong man” you answered, knowing how much he loved hearing that, what a boost it gave his ego especially when he spent so long worried that his injuries made him too weak. It was your gentle reminder that he was still the man you loved, that he was still your hero. You watched as any and every ounce of hesitation and restraint left him in that moment, his hand cupping your cheek and pulling you into a passionate kiss. He groaned into it as your hands found their way into his messy blonde locks, fingers tangling and tugging the strands lightly as his other hand pressed your body against his.

It didn’t take much coaxing to finally get him out of the suit he was wearing, watching as he loosened his tie, removed his suit jacket, undid the buttons to his shirt that now sat untucked and laid open, exposing his chest and stomach to the air of the hotel room. Your hands softly trailed his chest as he kissed you, a shiver running through him at your feather-light touch. You heard him release a shaky breath into it, only stoking the fire of desire burning in your core. “Let me help you, handsome” you said as you freed him of his tie, tossing it carelessly to the side to be forgotten about until later. He couldn’t help but chuckle as you did, watching you slide his dress shirt effortlessly from his shoulders, leaving him in his pants that were unbuckled and unzipped. He looked so disheveled, belt undone and hanging slightly from the belt loops, pants barely hanging onto his hips allowing you a peak at the waistband of his boxers and the lines of muscle that led to what lay beneath. Boy was it certainly a sight for sore eyes. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of your husband like this. You felt his thumb and finger come to your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his as your cheeks burned from being caught staring. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart” he teased in a low tone, making you clench your thighs together as he kissed you once more before removing his pants finally. You couldn’t help but crack up a bit seeing his brand of All Might underwear on him, the bright red, white, blue and yellow colors catching your eye. “Classy” you commented with a playful grin, making him flush as he brought his hand to the back of his neck. “I forgot to do laundry before we left” he said, making you giggle as you stood up, hooking your fingers into either sides of the waistband as you kissed him. “Or you wore them knowing I’d be all too happy to take them off of you” You teased as you slowly pushed them down, watching as his length was freed, his already leaking tip smacking against his skin just below his naval. In all your years of marriage, you were always surprised at the sheer sight of him, commending yourself for being able to take him as well as you do for how big he is.

It wasn’t long before your robe joined his pile of clothes strewn about on the floor, his calloused hands now gliding along your naked frame as he drank you in. No matter how many years you’d been together, the sight of you naked was always enough to render him speechless. “Why don’t you come join me in the hot tub?” You asked sweetly with a grin, making him chuckle as you sauntered over to the coffee table, grabbing two champagne flutes and the chilled bottle of champagne you’d ordered. “Nice chilled glass of champagne, hot water, your wife, what better way to end the night?” You asked, making him grin as he trailed behind you, wrapping his arms around your mid section. “Only a fool would ever say no to that” He replied, kissing your neck as his hands smoothed along your body, making your eyes flutter shut and a soft moan leave you as he paid extra attention to that sensitive spot on your neck towards your shoulder. “Good answer” you replied playfully, making you both share a chuckle before he pulled away long enough to take the champagne from you, popping it open to pour you both a glass as you set up the jacuzzi. With your champagne flute in one hand he grabbed your free hand, helping you step into the tub before following behind you and settling in. As you both situated yourselves in the hot tub, you took a moment to gently clank your glasses together, sharing a cheers to the fun and exciting weekend ahead of you before taking a drink.

So there you both sat, in the jacuzzi that came with the suite, bottle of champagne half drank and sitting in a bucket of ice close by as you straddled his lap, caught up in another passionate kiss. His hands sat at your hips, holding you against him as yours traveled up his chest, his neck and once again into his messy blonde hair. You moaned softly into it at the feel of him throbbing against you, making him chuckle as your hips moved against his. He groaned as you did, feeling as his tip would bump and rub against your clit, gliding your slit up and down his shaft as your tongue tangled with his. “Toshi…” you sighed before moaning into the open mouthed kiss as he bucked his hips against yours, his nails digging into the fat of your hips. “Been thinking about this all night” he admitted lowly, making you giggle and gasp softly as his hands traveled your body, moving from hastily groping your ass to massaging your soft tits, ensuring every inch of your beautiful, sensitive body was indulged equally. “Now I have you all to myself for the rest of the weekend” he said, making you grin as his fingers dipped below the water’s surface, circling your clit. You bit your lip as your mind wandered to all the exciting thoughts of what you would do, or rather, what he would do to you. He groaned as your nails dug into him, leaving trails of red, angry raised lines along the sinews of his back as he worked you with his fingers. “Fuck…” you moaned, looking at him as your chest heaved with every breath, feeling his length throb against your thigh in need. He loved that you kept things adventurous when it came to your endeavors in the bedroom, it made him feel youthful, and kept the spark between you alive. Even after years of marriage, you both still acted like newlyweds just fresh from their honeymoon, never allowing things between you to grow stale. So as you sat here before him, skin hot and wet from the rumbling jets of the hot tub, eyes half lidded and mind pliant, how could he not be turned on? “Need you, Toshi. Please…” you begged, making him grin and hum pridefully. How he loved the way you said his name, especially when you spoke it so salaciously.

You had an idea of what you would likely be in for in booking this vacation, you had no idea however just how long Toshinori had been looking forward to absolutely rocking your world once you two finally had time alone. You were to the point where your legs ached, your body riddled with hickies, bitemarks and nail marks, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form on your forehead as he held your legs back and open. Your back was pressed against his chest as he fucked into you from behind, paying no mind to the over sensitivity either of you were feeling from your three previous orgasms. “Toshi!!” You moaned out, your head falling back against his shoulder, back arching and chest rising and falling with each harsh breath as he rut into you mercilessly. “That’s it love, take it. You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well” he praised, making you whine as his tip kissed the apex of your cervix, bullying his cum into you as he fucked you. It was heavenly. “Just one more sweetheart. You have it in you to give me one more, don’t you?” He asked making you whimper at the thought, already so sore, so sensitive, but it was a delicious pain. It made your head foggy, eyes roll back and your body as pliant as putty, allowing him to use you like nothing more than a pathetic cocksleeve. “Let go for me honey, that’s it. I’ve got you” he assured, dropping one of your legs so his hand could come back and fondle one of your tits, making you moan once more as he tweaked your nipple between his fingers, only adding to that harsh pressure growing low in your belly. “So perfect, I love you so much sweetheart. Always feel so good” he said between grunts and harsh breaths of his own, turning your head to the side so he could pull you into a kiss. Neither of you paid any mind to the way the water sloshed out of the tub from the sheer violence of his thrusts, or any mind to the poor unsuspecting people who laid victim to hearing your absolutely pornographic activities from the other sides of the walls. What would they say if they knew their number one hero was the source of the noise? If they found their symbol of peace nailing his wife in the hot tub, swallowing her moans in an open mouthed kiss with a blatant disregard to anything other than her pleasure. What would they say then, you wondered. “Love you so much” he moaned into it, feeling the way your walls clenched around him tight, telling him you were close. “Can tell you’re close honey, think I know just the thing that’ll get you there” he said, grabbing your legs and pinning them back against you again, only this time doing so in front of one of the jets of the tub, the pressurized water hitting your clit as he continued to drill into you. You gasped and moaned even louder as you felt it, the constant stream of water assaulting your bundle of nerves, making your body quiver. It was too much and just right all at the same time, it was maddening, leaving your heady dizzy from pleasure as you cried out. “Fuck! Toshi!!” You let out, holding onto him for dear life as pleasurable shockwaves consumed you, sending you tumbling over the edge fast. “‘m gonna- oh fuck, Toshi!” You warned, feeling that coil within you snap with an intensity you’d never experienced before. A loud moan left you, your walls clenching around him tightly, milking him for all he had as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, bringing you both to ecstasy together.

You heard a deep groan rumble from his chest as his hands moved to your hips, seating you down fully on his cock as he spilled inside of you for the fourth time that night, leaving you to hum at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, his seed coating your gummy walls. “Fuck…” you heard him groan and mutter under his breath as he held you against him, his breath shaky as it hit the back of your neck. You both sat there catching your breath, your body falling tired and limp against his, feeling both sated and utterly spent. The both of you looked a wreck, your hair sticking to your sweat slicked foreheads, hair half wet from the water, faces hot and flushed. Yet there was a glow about the both of you, a radiance even as you basked in the warm feeling of each other’s loving presence. You felt his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you to him as he littered your skin with sweet kisses, a stark contrast to the way he was manhandling you not even a moment ago. “You did so good for me, love. Hope I didn’t hurt or tire you too much” he said, making you chuckle. “Been really looking forward to this vacation, haven’t you?” You replied with a playful grin, making him laugh. “You know it, I owe you a honeymoon after all. I’ll take any opportunity I can to get time alone with my gorgeous wife” he said, making you giggle as he helped you sweep your hair from your face. “If the rest of the weekend is to be like this, I fear I may leave here pregnant and in dire need of a wheelchair” you said, moving to grab your flute of champagne and take a sip, making him give an intrigued hum at the idea of getting you pregnant. You felt his dick pulse from within you, springing to life once more, making you turn to look at him with an astonished look on your face. “Toshinori!” You exclaimed sternly, swatting his hands away from you with a laugh, earning a laugh from him too. “Absolutely not. I think four times is plenty for tonight, I’d likely turn to a raisin should we stay in here any longer” you added, trying to remove yourself from him, but the over exerted muscles in your legs spoke otherwise. He was quick to help you, taking your hand and helping you to your feet before carrying you bridal style out and setting you on the edge of the tub, allowing him to grab you both towels and one to clean up the water that collected on the floor. “The neighboring rooms must hate us…” you said with a laugh, blushing as the realization of how loud you two had been hit you. “I’m sure this sort of thing happens often” he replied.

You watched as he returned from the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his hips, you could see the imprint of his length against the towel, water still dripping along his frame and steam rising from his body from the contrast in temperature between his heated skin and the cool air of the room. Dammit if it wasn’t incredibly enticing. “I know that look” he said with a grin as you did your best to towel dry your hair and dry off your body the best you could. You shot a playful glare his way, only making his grin stretch wider. “You did it on purpose” you said, making him laugh. “Is it working?” He asked, knowing well the answer to that, but oh how he lived to tease you. You rolled your eyes with a defeated huff before looking back at him. “Yes” you replied softly, making him chuckle as he carried you to the bed, placing you down before dropping his towel at the foot of the bed. He leaned over you, hands splayed on either side of your head as he grinned down at you. “I’ll try to be more gentle this time” he said, making you chuckle as you looped your arms around his neck, his lips hovering just inches above your own. “No you won’t” you responded with a grin before his lips finally captured yours again.

It definitely wasn’t the last time you two indulged in one another that night, and you couldn’t help the racing of your heart and the smile that stretched to your lips at the thought of all the trouble you would get up to together for the next two days.

[4dbeingguide]

let’s talk about:

doubts.

thank you guys for all the love y’all gave my previous post! i have addressed this topic extensively in my previous posts but i feel like it is worth a post of its own. we all have doubts regardless of where you are in your manifestation journey. here is some advice on how to deal with them.

⚠️ disclaimer ⚠️: there is are no cure-all solutions for doubts other than the ones you discover yourself. blogs and manifestation tips can only make recommendations but you have to sit down with yourself and understand your own psyche so you can figure out what works for you. also please excuse any errors with my grammar lol

what are doubts?

“doubt: (a feeling of) not being certain about something, especially about how good or true it is.”

- cambridge dictionary

why do we experience doubts in LOA?

we’ve spent a good majority of our lives believing that the physical world/3D is independent of our minds. these beliefs tend to stick with us even when we learn that the opposite is the truth. however, it’s perfectly possible to flush them out or minimize them.

how do i deal with doubts?

depends on the doubt in question. let’s go over some the types of doubts you can get. please remember that some of your doubts might not appear over here and that’s perfectly fine. it’s still perfectly possible to defeat them. let’s get into it:

1. doubts about the legitimacy of LOA

in other words, “what if LOA isn’t real?”. there are multiple ways to deal with these doubts, it all comes down to whatever sticks with you the best.

the scientific way

if your doubts want scientific proof that the LOA is real, i have some links on this post that might help you. one of these has links that will take you to a bunch of scientific articles and books that prove the existence and legitimacy of LOA.

the spiritual way

some of us have a more spiritual outlook on life and that’s perfectly fine. many ancient spiritual practices practiced some form of LOA. a lot of research on these communities and their beliefs might help.

the anecdotal way

if your doubts want proof through experiences, reading success stories is an amazing way to start. @loasuccessarchive compiles many amazing success stories that might motivate you. but what i would recommend the most is starting a success story list of your own (and you can include stuff you haven’t seen in the 3D because you live in the 4D, i talk more about this in the post i linked above). your own experiences that you can verify are true will have a more powerful impression on you.

please remember that everybody has individual preferences even if they are not listed above!

2. doubts on whether you have your desire or not

i have addressed this in the post i linked so i’m just gonna give a quick summary. if you have it in the 4D, you have it. you are 4 dimensional and you live in the 4D, you just perceive it in 3 dimensions. don’t rely on the 3D for approval cause it’s an illusion. the 4D is real, the 3D isn’t. something can happen in the 3D but still not be true, that’s why revision exists. but if it happens in the 4D, it’s happened unless you change it.

3. doubts on whether you can manifest

this is different from number 1 in the sense that this doubt believes that everybody else (those people you see with the success stories) can manifest but you can’t. this is laughably false. if you weren’t able to manifest you wouldn’t be alive. the mind is reality and creates the illusion you perceive as the physical world, that is a constant. you are always manifesting. LOA is just you picking what to manifest (which is perfectly possible).

methods to use when dealing with doubts

1. research

- researching on why your doubts are false may greatly help you in defeating them.

2. rants & inner debates

- rants are basically just angry and aggressive talks one gives to their doubts. “STOP FUCKING CHECKING THE 3D!” can count. you don’t have to always use ranting especially when it doesn’t help but to each their own. if it works for you, have at it! just make sure to put your mental health first.

- inner debates on the other hand are calm and civilized talks with your doubts. it involves listening to your doubts (but not believing them) and debunk them in level headed manner. this may help people who want to get over their doubts through logic and reason.

3. the “i can doubt it all i want” method

- i use this all the time and think it’s very worth sharing. it involves telling yourself something to the effect of “i can doubt it all i want, (insert desire) is an objective fact”. think of your desire like a blue shirt you’re wearing for example. you can ask yourself “is the shirt really blue?” all you want but that won’t change the fact the shirt is blue.

4. the “as ______ is true, so is my desire” method

- this is pretty simple. it’s basically taking an objective fact you accept and applying that same attitude your desire. it goes something like this: “as the sky is blue right now, my SP loves me” for example.

5. reprioritization

- a lot of our doubts come from the belief that something is only valid if it happens in the 3D. those beliefs that make the 3D the top priority make you constantly rely on the 3D which can lead to checking and doubts. all you have to do is make the 4D your top priority/end goal since that’s where you live. you live in the 4D. the 3D doesn’t have shit to do with you.

conclusion

doubts are perfectly normal and there are multiple ways to get rid of them. please be patient and kind to yourself as you try to do so. wishing all of u the best 🫶

[darkdemeter]

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  An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true. 

  Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation. 

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration. 

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market. 

  That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay. 

  At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

  Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t worth every single cent he spent on you three years ago. 

  Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs. 

  The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs. 

  Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one. 

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.” 

  You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot. 

  Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment. And not too soon after is it halfway downed.

  “Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particularly deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need another refill and pronto. 

  “People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.” 

  “He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere shot in the back?”

  You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.” 

  Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

  In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women. 

  You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

  In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his hand, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

  The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work. 

  For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless. 

  When Steve casts a hardened stare your way, you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. 

  “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

  “Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

  You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your renewed liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress? 

  “Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun. 

  “Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

  “Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.” 

  She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow. 

  Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support. 

  Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs.

  But she never committed to joining forces. 

  You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress. 

  Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand. 

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

  For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included. 

  Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous. 

  She’s facing you, back arched and arse resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, a sweet bouquet of lavender which rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

  “Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin. 

  “I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow. 

  Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

  “Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress. 

  “You really think she wants a guard dog?” 

  “Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you. 

  “We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

  “No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

  She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

  “I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

  Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

  “And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

  “Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you. 

  You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you. 

  “Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue. 

  At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head. 

  “I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.” 

  Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

  “I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

  This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help. 

  Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing. Refilling your empty glass with more liquor. You’ve yet to scratch the surface of being tipsy. 

  “Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment, for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.” Steve is calm in his approach to reason with her, but if anything, her raised hand indicates her refusal, unswayed by the honey of his words. Your tongue rolls the rounds of your mouth, each time measured by your impatience as you slowly circle around the dealings table, unable to find yourself comfortable against the stiffened wood of your seat. 

  “You do realise that you’re asking for more than your so-called ‘support’ is actually worth.” You blink several times, the blow of it a downright attack on their egos. 

  “No, I want something more.”

  “And I want alcohol to affect me so I can sleep well at night,” you mutter to the glassy rim against your bottom lip. Wanda’s eyes flicker to you, bearing down a sinister glare. “Excuse me?”

  “And we were just about to suggest that very thing!” Tony interjects with a grin, eager to utilise his card, his Ace Wolf as he liked to call you. He gestures to where you stand now at the table’s other end.

  She directs her eyes to look you up and down slowly, gaze polished with keen observation. She hums thoughtfully before she looks to Natasha. 

  “E atât de bună?”

  The red haired chuckles and sitting back in her chair, chest heaving with a breathy sigh, she nods. 

  “Exceptional de bun. Cu o limbă ca asta…”

  Bucky shifts in his seat, a hollow whistle on his lips over the exchange of heated words, and you flash a grin at both women. The words of foreign tongue, however, pass over the heads of the other men, their eyes looking to either you or Bucky only to be answered with a shrug, but knowing that look in your eyes, they can take a good guess as to what’s being discussed. 

  With another passing frame of time, both women pull away from their engrossed conversation. “I’ve been made aware that you intend to bargain your wolf to me,” she says, once again letting her sight fall on you. 

  “And if that is the case, and what I have been told…” She trails off momentarily, finding to correct herself in the midst of something you can smell very clearly on her - or rather between her legs. “Then I’ll accept.”

  Each man present in the room is given pause to revel in the stun before them. Wanda Maximoff, the heiress of Europe’s biggest family, accepts their deal. All at the price of you. 

“You’ll have your answer by tomorrow, Mr Stark,” Wanda says, standing from her chair, she beckons you to follow with a kink of her fingers. One by one and following in unison, their eyes turn to you as you shuffle back on your heel with shrug your shoulders and fanged grin.

  “Animal magnetism, boys.”

  Wanda’s heels bound a steady beat as she wanders over to the foot of her bed, making an elegant show of swaying her hips and drawing your attention to her form. From behind, Natasha slips the dark suit jacket from your shoulders. Tosing it aside, her hands play the form of an enchanting guide, ushering you forward while tracing the hidden curves of your muscles. 

  “As per courtesy, Miss Maximoff wants the first claim.” 

  You huff in reply, “And you?”

  Natasha hums softly and plucks your belt loose from your trousers. “I have you two, I won’t go unsatisfied tonight.”

  Tilting your head to view Wanda who stands idle, fingers playing with the lining of her dress above her breasts, you stalk towards her, her back arching under your touch with a breathless whimper, you trail the zip of her gown down slowly. Falling around her ankles as a fabricated halo, she turns suddenly and your lips collide together in hunger.

  She sinks down to the bed, laying back until her hair fans around her, spreading her legs apart. That feverish hunger boils within your blood, running it hold and thick, the fur beneath your skin bristled in your excitement as you take care to roll the sleeves of your skirt to your elbows. To your knees, you’re brought to the sight of her soaked underwear, the dark patch evidently giving away just how badly she required you between her quivering thighs. Natasha’s hands rake through the length of your hair and scratches at your scalp, earning a low purr of pleasure to rumble in your chest. 

You lean forward and all it takes is a single inhale and you’re let loose of your chain of control, claws shearing the fabric that dares to confine her awaiting cunt any longer. She gasps upon contact, your lips smothering her moistened, slick lips and she gives a deep-noted moan, arching her hips up, your hands wrap around her thighs to drag her to you more. 

 She tastes like the fine wines of heaven, a forbidden savour on the tongue that which you greedily lap, your eyes close as you succumb to the wolf’s hunger, tongue lapping heavily at her clit.

  She whines and cries, breath hot and light in her lungs as her nails rip into the sheets to no damaging avail.  Natasha hovers above, watching on in her own longing and desire. She dips a hand beneath the hem of her dress, aside she pushes her own soaked panties and delicately dances her fingers over the sensitive bulb with a keening breath you hear catch in her throat. 

  Natasha leans down low until the scape of her breasts brushes against your shoulder blade, lips a tantalising thing and moving sinfully to mouth, “I’m touching myself to you.”

  “Watching you please her is making me so wet, Wolf.”

  “Make us both cum.”

  You growl deeply and Wanda’s body visibly shudders in response to the wild vibrations that course through her abdomen, shaking her whole and off centre, her hips begin to jerk as she nears her climax. Both women mingle in their euphoria and your own core comes to life, sparked by the noises they make in unison, an orchestra of pleasure. Suckling and licking at her core, she cries out and the lips of her pussy shrink around absence and she sighs in bliss. In tandem, Natasha moans loudly from behind and you feel her body press against you as her hand works hard as fucking her fingers into her cunt, the sound of slick and skin melding together addicting.

  “You weren’t… kidding, Nat,” she says between laboured breaths. 

  Slowing your advances, you finally pull away with a sigh, her juices glistening on your lips. Wanda looks at you and her cheeks flush at the sight before Natasha’s other hand forces your attention to her. Her lips connect with yours and her tongue darts over the bottom of yours, tasting Wanda with a delicious sound that you swallow. 

  After she pulls from you, she then shares a look with Wanda and the two of them grin. “Shall we reward her?” 

  “I think she’s been a good girl.”

  Oh, how the wolf loves that. Praise for a job well done you can hardly suppress your proud smirk. Buu before you can do much else, Natasha pushes you and your knees are knocked out from beneath you, Wanda having rolled to the side only to follow Natasha’s lead as they both halfway straddle you, otherwise keeping you pinned to the mattress below. 

  Together they peel away your dress pants, giggling and muttering to one another in that alluring tongue, your mind in a haze to catch barely a sentence shared between them but you gained awareness of what they intended when they each stroked their tongues over your stimulated pearl. 

  “‘Sh–shit!” you hiss sharply and your hips buck, the two women giggling at the sight of you writhing. 

  They give no further warning as they duck down. Their mouths work together against your clit, suckling it to draw pathetic whines from that deep part inside you dare not let anyone see, their voices trespass the air with betraying praises that speak only of teases and their tongues lap at the slick of your pussy that clenches at the attention. Your hands grapple the sheets and tear hard, the damage unnoted and not cared for. 

  “Girls– fuck!” you groan at the rise in your core, oh so ready to reach that climactic end that you have been denied for the past several weeks. It’s not too long that your first release has you whining, the nois a higher pitched sound that does slowly in broken notes as you cum, the girls moaning and allowing their lips to graze one another as they lapped and sucked you. 

  Wanda is the first to make eye contact and move towards you, her leg swoops over to fully straddle your stomach, in her hands is your belt. She rips the centre of your shirt apart, buttons flying to discarded corners of the room to be mere pebbles of disregard.

  You see the way her eyes drink in the sight of your toned muscles, the pinky tip of her tongue darting over her wet lips. 

  She adores the way you tilt your head to the side, a curious whine on your lips. “I’ve always wanted something on a leash. May I?”

  You don’t particularly care for the way her question hits a mark submerged deeper into your heart, reaching for something you denied was there. Dignity. Usually people just took from you and you came to accept that. Expect it. 

  You nod up at her and she fixes the belt around the column of your neck, the leather cool against the blazing heat of your skin, but something inside you flutters. Quickly, you push it down. 

  Natasha moves into the same position behind Wanda, your larger size very much able to accommodate both of them, Natasha trails light kisses along Wanda’s shoulder as she fastens the belt and gives an experimental tug. A soft grunt hitches in your throat in retort and you flash her a grin, the sharpened points of your fangs perched against your bottom lip. 

  “The wolf never let me tame her, Miss Maximoff.”

  “Oh, she just needed some reassurance,” Wanda replies gently with a smile. For a moment, you wanted to believe her words were sincere. Your hands run along Wanda’s thighs until they reach her hips and with a roll forward, she grinds her pussy against your torso, feeling the defined muscles press and tense against her, bringing her to moan under her breath. Natasha drapes a hand over your own to roll and pinch Wanda’s swollen clit, her eyes finding yours.

  “Watch her,” she commands breathlessly and you do so, amber glows in fluorescent pulses as Wanda biomes slick with her arousal. The fine artistry of their bodies moving together as they roll and grind against you, you cannot help but reach a hand up, claw catching the thin silk of Wanda’s bra and severing the contraption into two, letting it fall and reveal her plump breasts; her nipples erect. 

  Wanda circles an arm behind her and behind Natasha’s head, her back arching to the pleasure she becomes lost in, and you purely enjoy the show above, admiring the glow of sweat collecting on their skin, groaning as their slick covers your stomach as they ride you. The hand working Wanda’s clit speeds up and then slows, teasing the heiress, she gives you a sly grin. 

  “Do that thing with the claws,” she says and Wanda’s eyes open, as if awakening from her bliss and becoming enlightened with wonderment. 

  “W-what thing?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  You sit by the bed, elbow propped up on the chair’s arm with a glass in your grasp, imagination lost in the reverie of last night’s events with a smirk carved into your mouth. Both women lay wrapped together, bodies nude and pressed up to each other as they continue to sleep. You surely tired them out. 

  Thankfully and mostly dressed when Tony came wandering in, the band of his fellow brothers staying just beyond the room’s threshold, though it still didn’t make to hide the snarl creeping up your throat as the sudden intrusion. You take a sip of your drink as Tony scans the room, gaze flickering between the two women and you who bares an illuminated glare at him.

  “What the hell happened last night?”

  “We got her affirmative answer on the deal,” you answer with a raise of your glass in cheers before downing the last of your drink.

THANKS FOR READING!

✎ a note from the author, Long overdue, finally knocking this one out before it gets retired to permanent draft status ughhhh... *proceeds to fall face first in tired raccoon*

on this issue's taglist, we've got: @alexawynters @alyciaddict @simpforlizzie @literaturedog @maladaptive-daydreamz @mathxa @blackbirdv98

[former-incel]

Once a year, I go on a spiritual camping trip during Memorial Day weekend.

I started this blog a week before then, planning to take a temporary break from it and hoping that it would trigger some kind of message while I'm camping.

And it did. Something I realized about this blog is that there's a question that multiple people asked which really stood out to me. The question was some variation of, "Why did you stop?"

And it hit me. There's a reason why that's the first question that some people asked. Sometimes, when you were abusive in the past and you later grew out of it, you want to reassure yourself that you're not inherently evil and that the reason you were abusive is because of bad experiences you had that you responded to the wrong way. It's understandable to sometimes focus on what pain you experienced and why it caused you to do what you did, and doing so can even be useful to prevent others from having a motive to do same thing. But if you focus too much on why you did it, then you'll only be fueling your anger. You'll only be making excuses. So instead of focusing on why you did it, focus on why you stopped.

When I read Elliot Rodger's manifesto, I realized how many experiences I can relate to. But I stopped reading shortly after I got to his college years. And that's because his story is missing something. His story doesn't have an answer to the question, "Why did you stop?" And it doesn't have an answer because he didn't stop. If I were to keep reading it, I won't find a happy ending in which he realizes the error of his ways. I already know how the story ends. The "Why did you stop?" is what separates me from Elliot Rodger.

If you really feel like your experiences that led to you becoming abusive are important to share, you still can. Just phrase it as why you stopped. For example, instead of saying "I hurt people because no one taught me the right way to pursue what I want," try saying, "I stopped hurting people once I figured out the right way to pursue what I want." Instead of saying, "I hurt people because I did to others what was done to me," try saying, "I stopped hurting people because I realized that doing what was done to me only further normalizes it and causes people to protect themselves from me instead of caring about my pain." Those seem very similar. But instead of focusing on why you did it, you briefly mention why you did it while focusing on why you stopped.

And that's what I have to remember when writing this blog. My focus has to be on why I stopped. And in one word, what stopped me from being an incel is accuracy. For example:

an accurate understanding of why my social struggles exist and what can be done about it

an accurate understanding of what I'm allowed to expect from others

an accurate ability to read signs of interest

an accurate understanding of when I'm the asshole and when someone else is

an accurate way to reassure myself, to allow myself to have a positive outlook on life without toxic positivity or empty promises

having people call out my hurtful patterns and habits accurately

Being an incel is a self fulfilling prophecy. You struggle to get people to like you. So you act like an asshole, which gives people a good reason to not like you. And now, you're disliked for the same reasons as before but also on top of that people dislike you for being an asshole.

[the-nosy-neighbor]

More unusual language on AFPE, “Joy”

Error:  unusual word choice:  “Whoever it is that sends me these items rarely ever sends me items fully created.”  Fully created is a strange choice here.  People would use “complete” or “whole” when describing full items.  Maybe they are thinking sketches?

Hey, W gets very positive after drinking the Joy:

“But how lucky am I? I just know I’m going in the right direction with this website, I’m so happy I’m in this position. I promise I’ll keep going. The advertisement for this product was right, too. It does need tasting to be believed.”

In the ad, Joy is described as ���putting the pep back in your step” crediting caffeine as the source of this invigoration.  But it does say “Even the gloomiest of days don’t stand a chance against the refreshing, flavorful, and vivacious taste of joy.”  Listing gloominess is interesting, because it doesn’t just describe an outlook on life, but also insinuates darkness.  The primary definition is actually more specifically about darkness:  “partially or totally dark/ having a frowning or scowling appearance/low in spirits/causing gloom/lacking in promise or hopefulness”

I think this could be important given W’s discussion of losing eyesight on the Toy Box page.  They make it sound like an ongoing issue, but the toy box page does come after Joy.  I guess if Joy was working properly, W’s eyesight would be better.  But I do think the shift from the entry on April 12 to the Joy page shows a shift in mood from the gloomy to the positive.  W rarely is so straightforwardly excited about things.  They are generally concerned about the strangeness. 

W did express some relief with this update, however, that seems more related to relief that they haven’t seen hauntings on the main website.  (But could also be the opposite, the relief coming from drinking Joy.) I think the evolving picture we are getting with some of the merchandising for the show is starting to lean toward the nefarious.  We now have indications that there are collectors of WH merchandise (buggle ad) which indicates a fandom/obsession. We've already seen this in W, and could be related to some interplay between WH's world and ours through merchandise. In addition, if Joy really is mood altering or impacts the sight, then that could have a negative impact on the audience, intentional or not. 

Soon:  a related exploration of fairy/fae legends in Welcome Home

[chair002]

My favorite moment so far in S6 has been the spacewaffles conversation after Mapicc & Jepexx kill them. What makes it really special for me is the way Planet is so adamant about turning down any negativity whatsoever from Bacon. Bacon keeps saying how they just let them win and they're now on low hearts and everything is fucked and Planet just goes "Nope! Errr Error!!" and tells him they'll make it despite everything. Made me think back to how Zam & Bacon reacted to Planet's suicide back in S5. 'Cause initially Zam was kinda chill about it, his reaction was literally just "damn well that just happened" but then Bacon rolled up like PLANETLORD IS DEAD! FOREVER! and that reaction made Zam panic as well. Meanwhile here instead of giving in to Bacon's as always extremely pessimistic view of the situation or ignoring it Planet just shuts it down immediately and even makes sure Bacon looks him in the eyes while he's doing it. And after watching his pov of the Planet Revival stream, it's a similar situation for him, i think it's interesting Bacon's lowest points are often when Planet dies and cannot log back on, i guess because then there's no one to snap him out of it. this is not something exclusively Planet does (Kaboodle tries to cheer Bacon up after he dies during her and Red's duel, to no avail) but Planet is just such a close, naturally positive presence in Bacon's life, and so his absence is felt the strongest. Even if most things Planet says seem naive or sometimes just simply untrue.

Like, when they went to retrieve the hearts Kaboodle stole from Planet that one time, Bacon keeps insisting they're gonna get killed, meanwhile Planet innocently goes "noo why would anyone do that? dont worry," and obviously Bacon's the rational one here, because theyre naked at spawn and there was a huge commotion there earlier - but nothing ends up happening. they don't get killed. and so even if sometimes Planet is actively choosing to be gullible and naive about people being kind and everything being fine, he's not always wrong. it's very deliberate. He's not stupid, he knows violence first-hand, from both ends of it, but that doesn't break his generally good nature. and i think that's the counterweight Bacon's negative outlook needs

[cattologofpurring]

Attention! The author of the post has a burning ass and he came to complain.

This concerns the canonical personality of Error Sans. If the character himself said: “I am the destroyer of worlds,” then all the people who have not read the comic begin to make him a Mary Sue!

Fanon Error:

A character with unstable HP. That’s why he is portrayed as immortal, super strong. He is cold to everyone, he truly hates everyone and everything.

Canon Error:

It has an unstable but generally 1 HP. He is stronger than classic Sans only because of the strings! Without them, he is an ordinary Sans, who also has vision problems. The threads only work because of the unexpected. But you can dodge them. Yes, he is strong, but he is just a child who wants to destroy other people's Lego houses.

At the same time, it remains a cute bun with chocolate inside. He knows how to be embarrassed, he does not consider himself crazy. His outlook on life rewrote his last thoughts into anti-voids. He doesn't destroy AU for the sake of balance, he just wants to leave one universe. He enjoys hanging out with Blueberry, but he can't admit it to himself. He is a tsundere towards Underfell. He's not an emotionless monster. He is a weak child with big ambitions. Just why do people use a completely different image of Error...? Canonical Error is more interesting and more elaborate.

With all this, people put him on par with Nightmare and Dream. But no! He won't be able to do anything. Error's strings are twisted blue magic. Neither Dream nor Nightmare are affected by magic. He can destroy Dream's body, but it will recover. He will not be able to break either negative or positive apples. He is an ordinary mortal, albeit with a broken code. The energy of the apples will simply destroy his hand. Best case scenario. I think even Killer, if he is ready for strings, will simply destroy Error in phase 4. Error does not have a stronger reaction. His attacks are no faster. He may not even want to destroy you if you are interesting to him.

I'm not saying that Error is Weak. He may be strong, but he's not super strong. This is his charm. The canonical Error is one of the best characters in Fandom. It’s a pity that almost everyone forgot about him and began to turn him into who knows what.

Phew, thanks for reading! If you have any thoughts on this matter, write in the comments.

@loverofpiggies

@jokublog

@rahafwabas

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