#well mot quite yet

[happyheidi]

Herbert Arnold Olivier “Sumer is icumen in” (Summer has come in) 1902

[holyprincenerd]

yes yes rigged this cha cha that but please let’s not ignore this right now:

https://www.aftonbladet.se/podcasts/ab/episode/355975 Swedish “eurovision expert” Tobbe Ek (for those of you who aren’t Swedish, this is the same guy who accused Måneskin of doing coke on live tv back in 2021) and his posse of minions decided that it was time to spread some absolutely hateful rhetoric against the people of Finland by calling them shitty, idiotic, telling them they should be ashamed of not voting for Sweden (??? literally what???) etc etc, while also dragging in other contestants like Lord of the Lost and insulting them as a means of questioning why the Finnish public voted for them but not for Sweden. (You know. Because it totally doesn’t make any sense at all that a country known for having the most metal bands per capita in the world would vote for Lord of the Lost. Not at all.) 

As the cherry on top of this xenophobic shit cake, they started to go on about how “There’s no way there were ten contestants who were better than Sweden this year.” (Again. Not only disrespecting the other contestants, but them pretending not to grasp the concept of a country known for preferring heavier music choosing to vote mostly for bands this year... Yeah... Couldn’t be their preferences...)

Again, this man is considered a Eurovision expert here in Sweden, yet this is the type of behaviour he and his coworkers display over a nonissue like the Finnish public not voting for Sweden this year. If there’s something shameful here, it’s this.

To reiterate: These are three grown-ass well past 40-year old people having a genuine meltdown over one (1) singular country not voting for them.

Why are we giving Tobbe Ek (and his irrelevant coworkers) a platform, again?

EDIT:

Hoo boy, there’s more. Because of course there is.

ALRIGHT here’s an article from one of our tabloids using quite suspiciously colonialistic sounding rhetoric about Finland being “the kingdom’s previous eastern half”.

https://www.expressen.se/noje/finska-sveket-mot-sverige-gav-noll-poang-efter-uppmaningen-rosta-taktiskt/

The specific quote in Swedish: “Tv-tittarna i tidigare östra rikshalvan gav nämligen Sverige noll(!) poäng under Eurovisionfinalen på lördagen.”

Translation: “TV viewers in [our] kingdom’s previous eastern half gave namely zero(!) points to Sweden during the Eurovision finale on Saturday.”

Yeah, Johan Bratell (the writer of the article) is technically not wrong about Finland having been a part of Sweden. But why bring this up now? This was so clearly meant as a condescending insult.

The article also talks about a throwaway comment that the Finnish commentator Mikko Silvennoinen made about tactical voting (or more specifically, an anonymous comment he read out loud about tactical voting). From my understanding this was a joke reference to the previous elections which took place recently in Finland and forced a portion of the Finnish public to vote tactically as an attempt to block a far-right party from getting into the parliament. It’s embarrassing how much these people are reaching.

And even if they were voting tactically, so what? Sweden won. Why are we so focused on the public vote of one (1) country, Jesus Christ this is embarrassing.

EDIT 2: WHY THIS MATTERS. A LOT.

For those of you who are not in the know about Swedish politics, these statements are reflecting some far-right political views that have their roots all the way back in the times when Sweden ruled over Finland. In recent memory, our far-right political party Sverigedemokraterna claimed that the Swedish minority group Tornedalians are not Swedish, because they may speak local dialects that blend Finnish into Swedish, or speak the minority language Meänkieli. Coincidentally, Meänkieli just so happens to be a minority language that blends Finnish and Swedish, as it is mostly spoken by people who live by the Torneå river, i.e. the Finnish-Swedish border. Here’s an article about this controversy (however you may not be able to read it unless you’re subscribed to said newspaper): https://www.dn.se/asikt/orimligt-att-tornedalingar-inte-skulle-vara-svenskar/?fbclid=IwAR33K_UVRhXlJhyPd3gY7GDXN_lotUdrtM1AeL-nRzWE26Tmq5BFE0lIUzw

Sverigedemokraterna also believe that the Swedish minority group of Sweden Finns should essentially cut their ties to their Finnish roots and that they should not be able to be citizens of both Finland and Sweden. https://aip.nu/sverigedemokraterna-och-de-dubbla-medborgarskapen/

This sort of rhetoric is ridiculously common here, and in situations like the ones that have occurred in light of the ESC, they almost never get called out. Because it’s common. Because it’s okay to call Finnish people names and to use colonial rhetoric against all Finns, both those who live in Finland and those who live in Sweden. Because this is “friendly banter.” Mind you, as someone who technically belongs to both of the aforementioned minority groups I’m completely fine with the actually friendly banter and piss taking that we usually partake in, because it is just that. Friendly. But this is not it. This is actually harmful. I have never seen so many Swedish people attacking Finns on social media as I’ve seen these past few days. The usual colonialistic and fennophobic insults have started to rear their ugly heads: People have started to insult the Finnish language (a fennophobic sentiment that goes way back to the days when Finland was under Swedish rule and the Swedish tried to get rid of the language), they have started to insult the way Finns look (goes back to fennophobic rhetoric of Finns essentially not being “white enough”), etcetera. For more information on how the Swedish government treated the Sweden Finns and Tornedalians (the fact that they tried to abolish both the Meänkieli language and the Finnish language from Sweden and have even done skull measurements as an attempt to prove that these minority groups are not equal to Swedes), here’s another article: https://www.svt.se/nyheter/lokalt/norrbotten/regeringen-tillsatter-sanningskommission

For those of you who speak Finnish and are interested in the topic, the book Kansankodin pimeämpi puoli by Tapio Tamminen goes into both issues, with photographic evidence of skull measurement incidents among other things. Meanwhile, the Finnish media is mostly just reporting on the tomfoolery of these “journalists.” Sure, there are a lot of Finns who are acting out as well and spreading hateful rhetoric against Swedes, but the difference here is that one group is punching up, while the other is punching down.

Whether Tobbe Ek, Jenny Ågren, Markus Larsson and Johan Bratell meant to cause this does not matter. They’ve still done it, in the case of the former group, they’ve even dragged other Europeans (and Australians!) into this mess.

They’ve gone ahead and spread fennophobic rhetoric on huge platforms: Sweden’s biggest national tabloids. They should be held accountable for this.

To reiterate: ALL THIS OVER THE FINNISH PUBLIC “NOT VOTING FOR SWEDEN” DURING THE EUROVISION SONG CONTEST OF 2023.

Edit 3: Just in case we need a bit of clarification:

I know this whole post may come across quite negatively. So let me make this clear: There is an issue with the Swedish culture and its normalisation of fennophobia, however, that doesn’t mean every Swede is maliciously fennophobic. It’s literally just so normalised here, that sometimes people don’t even notice when they’re partaking in it, and because of said normalisation, for many these fennophobic and colonialist insults have become a sort of knee jerk reaction to when there’s “actual beef” with Finland. (Which, obviously, is a fucking problem, because look who has to bear the brunt of that.) 

Moreover, many Swedes aren’t even familiar with their shared history with Finland, and the discrimination Finland was put through during the Swedish rule (not to mention the discrimination the Sweden Finns and Tornedalians have had to face and still face). That part of our shared history simply isn’t taught in schools here, so a regular person would have to know to go out and look for the information. Heck, the only reason I’m aware of this is because at the end of the day, despite having been born and raised in Sweden, I am ethnically Finnish, and grew up by the border with very strong ties to the Finnish culture because of it. But less about me, and more about this issue. Most Swedes (and Swedish journalists who have any sort of sense in them and who work for respectable publications) have expressed their dissatisfaction with this years results as well. There’s a reason Cha Cha Cha is charting so well on Swedish Spotify. There’s a reason for why the Swedish jury and the public gave Finland 12 points.

So, Tl;dr:

1. Swedish tabloids are trash.

2. We have an undeniable problem with how normalised fennophobia is here, and it’s absolutely bizarre that this is how it’s getting exposed.

3. Most regular Swedes aren’t happy with this either, and are in fact not Finland’s and the Finnish people’s greatest haters in the world.

4. Tobbe Ek should get fired. At the bare minimun, he and his coworkers should probably issue some sort of apology for spreading this, seeing how it is actually hurting a lot of people.

Anyway, please don’t hate on the Swedes because of this lol, think about what Jere from Vantaa would think about that. 💚

[jinnie-ret]

protection

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: bullying, physical abuse, verbal abuse

Remember to reblog if you enjoy, and my asks are open! :)

you're a 15 year old trainee at JYP, good friends with the Stray Kids members who took you under their wing and see you as a younger sister. What they don't know is that you're being bullied by a couple of older trainees, who are jealous of your friendship with them.

MASTERLIST

It was getting worse. The rude comments, the punches, the feeling of being broken apart. Why did they have to pick on you? You deserved to be here as much as anyone else. You had been a trainee at JYP for three years now, joining when you were 12 years old, tearily waving goodbye to your parents as you bravely made the move to achieve your dreams. You would think that any trainee would be able to empathise with the other, knowing that they were all going through their own emotions, figuring out their emotions at the same time as trying to make your debut.

With some people, one emotion was more prevalent than others.

Jealousy.

There were two girls that had noticed you getting closer with the talented group Stray Kids, and they despised the fact that it wasn't them getting all the attention. But it wasn't a thing of getting attention for you, no, it was the guidance, the safety, the ease you felt of being yourself around them. They were your brothers, simple as that.

Going to dance class the next day shouldn't have been so daunting. You had had plenty of help from danceracha, the boys talking you through the steps, helping you correct the finer details whilst encouraging you and hyping you up at the same time. Yet, when you saw the two girls who were making your life miserable, you wanted to run and hide.

It was a breath of fresh air when you finally finished the dance lesson, yet it seemed to all be taken away from you when you felt a hand yank you backwards into a supply closet.

You let out a yelp as the door was harshly slammed.

"W-what?!?" you shakily called out.

Your hair was yanked back and you yelped again.

"Quiet bitch!" you recognise the voice of one of the girls from your class. You thought you had escaped them this time, but they always found a way to catch you off guard and drag you down even further.

"You must have some nerve going near our boys," Daesun practically growled in your ear as she glared down at you.

You pulled a face of confusion but that must have angered them judging by the harsh slap you received.

"Ah!" you winced from the sheer force of the hand colliding with your face.

"Be quiet! Silly girl, don't want people knowing you're weak, do we?" Daesun kicked your shin, hard.

"And don't act like you don't know what we're talking about!!" Jia practically spat.

The silence after they spoke didn't sit well with them, but you were too busy trying to breathe through the pain.

They then pushed into a shelving unit, pain spreading across your back as you tried to regain your balance and not give them the satisfaction of crying out loud in pain once again.

A hand was tightly wrapped around your throat.

"Aren't you gonna say something?!?" Daesun dangerously tilted her head.

"You told me to be quiet" you choked out, trying to push their hands off of you.

They chucked you to the ground, you gasping for air as you felt a foot stomp down on your back.

"Pathetic. You do whatever anyone tells you. So you better listen. Don't go anywhere near our boys or you won't get off as lightly as you are right now!" They threatened you.

But you didn't get off lightly, if it was anything to go by with your bruised back from their angered kicks, or the spontaneous black eye you received for just 'laying there and taking it'.

They had left the supply closet, but their words hadn't left your mind.

Pathetic

Useless

Untalented

They had left the supply closet but you hadn't missed the sound of the lock turning. Whimpering in pain from the slightest movement, you didn't quite have the motivation to try and stand and unlock the door.

You felt guilty as you were due to go and hang out with the boys, but you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you know, the door unlocked and there was the gasp of a cleaner who was trying to collect her supplies.

"Sweetie what happened to you?" She said as she helps you up, concern shining through her eyes as she takes in your bruised, unsteady form.

"Please don't tell anyone I'm just going to head home now," you whispered and quickly walked away. You couldn't head home, not really, you still had a vocal lesson to attend later. But that sweet old lady didn't need to know that.

You limped, holding your back as you rounded the corner, but then you heard their voices. You swiftly changed the direction you were headed in and got into the elevator, pressing the button to the floor you were so used to visiting, like it was second nature.

You made a beeline to Chan's studio, where 3RACHA worked their magic, thankful no one was in there. You just needed a safe space right now, and so you hid under the desk, curling up and trying to calm yourself down from the pain, and from the tears that wouldn't stop falling down your face.

The door opened, a set of footsteps entering and you couldn't help the sound of feat that escaped you because all that was running through your mind is that they found you.

"Hello?" A voice called out.

Shit

It was Han.

There was movement before a face was staring down at you curled up underneath the desk

You didn't think he had quite realised it you.

"Excuse me I don't think you can be in here, is everything ok?" He said gently.

This only made you cry more, my shoulders shaking violently feeling overwhelmed by his gentle tone after having to deal with Daesun and Jia.

"Wait... Y/N? Y/N what are you doing here? What's wrong?" He said hurriedly and concerned, his face peering at me under the desk.

"Please they won't leave me alone.. I'm not meant to talk to you," you cry, unable to forget what the older girls had said to you.

"Hey it's ok, it's ok, just stand up with me.. that's it, now come with me" he says gently holding you as he guides you to stand.

Suddenly he gasps, "your face... what happened?"

"It's my fault I couldn't stop it" you say distressed and still crying, his hands slightly tightening around his grasp on your arms as he realises something horrible must have happened.

"Ok, it's ok Y/N just walk with me" he says leading you out of the studio and into the practice room further down the corridor, but you try and stop him from doing it. You're not meant to talk to them, you remind yourself.

You use your body weight to lean the opposite way but he wraps his arms around you and tries to stop you, not finding it difficult to do so.

"Y/N... Y/N calm down, it's ok," his eyes glisten as he watches my scared and upset form.

"No no no I can't go in there they'll find out" you mumble, shaking your head repeatedly

"I got you ok, and so do the boys. Whatever or whoever you're scared of, forget about it, we'll look after you. And I want to know why you were curled up in the studio terrified out of your mind," Han guides you towards the door, opening it and walking you into the practice room where the rest of the group awaits.

"Hey Han did you get your headphones? Where were- Oh my... Y/N?!?"

"Where did those bruises come from?!"

"What on earth happened?"

"Aish! Quick sit her down."

Han walks you with him over to the sofa and the rest of the boys all moved over to gather around you.

"Y/N, what happened?" Hyunjin asked concerned.

You just shook your head not wanting to answer from your seat between Felix and Lee Know.

"Han... What happened to her?" Chan questioned looking serious, seeing your shaking form.

"I'm not sure hyung. I went into our studio to get my headphones and then I just found her curled up like this underneath the desk." Han explained looking at you concerned.

Felix had an arm gently resting around your shoulders trying to ease your trembling.

"Ah poor girl," Lee know murmured.

A hand tapped your knee making you flinch slightly even at that, but you looked up and saw Changbin which made you relax a bit.

"Y/N... Please tell us what happened, we don't have to do anything if you don't want us to but at least tell us where you're hurt so we know you're not in as much pain." He said to you, looking you in the eyes.

You nodded and heard some sighs of relief as you did so, shuffling slightly to move more into the middle of the sofa out of Felix's hold.

You clasped my hands together nervously thinking where to start.

"It's ok Y/N, it's just us in here." Hyunjin reassured you, standing in between Seungmin and Jeongin.

You nodded and stood up on shaky legs.

"Umm.. well.." you didn't know what to say and just pointed to your back.

"Are you trying to say your back is hurt?" Seungmin asked. You simply nodded in response as you bit your lip.

"Ah then sit down! You'll need to rest if your back is hurt" Chan inputted looking concerned.

Jeongin stepped forward and gently helped you sit down back next to Felix and Lee Know.

"Can you tell us if it's your lower back or whereabouts the pain is?" Changbin gently asked, from where he was now kneeled down in front of you.

But you were at a loss of how to explain that your whole back was in pain.

"Y/N? Is that too much or do you want us to stop now?" Han said sitting on the floor in front of you next to Changbin.

You shook your head, thankful at their consideration, "ah... All?"

You took in deep breaths thinking about how you were going to be able to bullying. Would they be angry at you for not telling them?

"My whole back hurts, but more lower," you close your eyes not wanting to see their reactions.

"Ok well done, good job, thank you for telling us Y/N," Felix said reassuringly.

"Now, is there anything else you can tell us?" Han asked steadily, and that was when you froze up even more.

Your thoughts were taking over and you began to feel scared again.

You grabbed onto your left wrist in hopes that it would help explain where else you were hurt, other than the obvious bruise painting your left eye black and blue.

"Ok, ok Y/N we're just gonna roll up that sleeve and then we can get a female staff member to help with your leg and back ok?" Chan said to you.

"No no no, no special attention, they'll be annoyed." You said, eyes wide open now and terrified.

Lee know immediately rubbed your back soothingly to try and calm you down but it wasn't working.

Meanwhile, Han was whispering to Hyunjin.

"This is what it was like when I was trying to get her to come in, she was saying similar things..."

"She's obviously scared of something or someone but I don't think she'll tell us" Hyunjin replied, hand on his chin in thought of what could have happened to the girl they all saw as their younger sister.

And as if timing couldn't have been any worse, the door opened wide and the two people you didn't want to see walked into the room. All their questions would soon be answered.

"Hey oppas can we have an extra dance practice?" Jia batted her eyelashes at Seungmin, who wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Yeah we want to show you how good we are," Daesun smirked.

"You should not be in this room, this is an idol practice room, please leave," Bang Chan sternly told the two girls.

You tried to get out of Lee Know and Felix's arms in a state of panic, your flight response kicking in. The girls saw you as soon as you moved though.

"Yah why's that brat- I mean oh Y/N are you practicing too?" Jia tried to cover her tracks.

Knowing you couldn't stand up because the boys wouldn't let you leave you just gripped onto Han's hand in front of you.

"What did you just call her?" Changbin asked horrified.

"Oh nothing- you know what I can't keep this up anymore I can't carry on being nice to her when she's clearly seeking attention from you guys," Daesun said bitterly.

Being too used to her harsh tone you recoiled back into the sofa and sucked in a harsh breath.

"There's no way she's seeking attention from us, I'm more curious to why she's so scared of you," Han spoke up.

"I don't think you've been acting all that nice to her either" Jeongin pitched in, looking over at your small form which looked shaken up.

"Oh come on you can't seriously be taking her side?!" Daesun spat.

"Look at her, it's not just a matter of taking her side but it's obvious you're the reason why she's like this," Hyunjin said with his eyes wide, gesturing towards your bruises.

"You're her elders, you're mean to take care of her and help her in dance not make things worse for her," Lee Know said angrily, dance was his passion and he hated how you were struggling even more with it because of two other trainees.

"Oh forget about practice we'll just go now you're clearly occupied" Jia said rolling her eyes and walking away with Daesun following.

"Actually no, you'll be coming with us to JYP's office, then we'll see how much you really cared about practicing," Chan said, gesturing Seungmin Han and Hyunjin to follow him out the room.

The whole time you were distracted, looking at the floor trying to block out what was going on around you, still shaking and just waiting for everything to be over.

You felt someone rub your shoulder in effort to get your attention and saw Jeongin looking at you.

"How about we get you home huh?" He asked you gently.

You nodded lightly because it had been a stressful day and it was exhausting being confronted by the girls twice in one day.

You went to stand up with the help of Changbin and Felix but your back ached making you wince in pain.

"Ahhh" you hissed out.

The boys helped you sit back down.

From beside you Lee Know spoke up.

"Y/N how about just for your back at the moment we get one of the female assistants help you?" He asked, but you felt anxious of the thought of another older girl coming near so you shook your head rapidly.

"Ok ok ok, don't worry no one else will come in here then. How about we get a pain soothing cream and we leave you to apply it on your back?" He asked calming you down.

"Ok," you agreed to that and waited for it as Changbin rushed out to get it.

He came back in with it and with the other boys following behind too, returning from JYP's office and leaving the girls to face their boss's wrath.

You took it and looked at the boys expectantly.

"Ah sorry, we'll wait outside so no one else comes in and just let us know when we can come back in." Chan said.

You odded thankfully and waited for them to leave before applying the cream. You pulled up the back of your jumper whimpering slightly at the smallest movement, but you still managed to rub in the cream gently. After that you put the lid back on and called for the boys to come back in.

"Ok?" Felix said looking at you questioningly.

You simply nodded in response shuffling over so he could sit back down as well as Lee know and Han as they squeezed in too.

"At the moment the girls have been temporarily suspended from the company, obviously nothing can be done until they see you too and hear your side of the story too but we're not gonna put that pressure on you yet" Chan explained.

"We just want you to rest a bit and then when you're ready we'll be right by your side" Hyunjin said to you, looking deep into your eyes trying to read your emotions.

"Thank you guys, it means a lot that you've done this for me," you admit, taking in a deep breath.

"Of course, you're like our little sister, we couldn't just let that slide," Felix said warmly.

"Now, I think it's time we head home?" Changbin stated.

"Yeah, and Y/N is coming to stay with us" Jeongin said nodding at you, and nodded back indicating you were comfortable in doing that.

"Good, we'll take care of you and make sure you're ok," Han smiled reassuringly at you.

They never failed in looking after you, and of course they'd have to ask you more questions on the ins and outs of this later. But for now, they wanted to be able to keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe.

tagged: @oo-li

[oh-my-may]

LET'S TALK HSR PENACONY 2.1 (or rather, have my impressions and thoughts on the main quest and some other stuff)

First of all, I went out of it with so many thoughts and emotions. This is not gonna be spoiler free (duh).

ACHERON IS SO FUN TO PLAY. Like, really really fun. Finally Simulated Universe is not an annoying pain anymore, and much quicker too. Thanks to a good friend of mine her relics aren't too bad either. She's already so fun to play with Black Swan, can't wait for a Kafka rerun now 💀

Aa for the story now: I FUCKING KNEW MIKHAIL WAS THE WATCHMAKER. I KNEW IT. Now to wait for them to confirm that Misha is connected to him, either as a ghost of his past self or a child or some sort. It's the only way.

It's also really refreshing to see that HSR is giving 4star characters significant roles in the story. First it was Tingyun, now it's Gallagher (and maybe Misha? I'll die on this hill).

Loved the pacing. Story was quite long and lots of gameplay but didn't feel overwhelming at all, probably because we didn't just stick to the MC the whole time. The characters split up and we didn't just follow the express crew but also Aventurine, I really loved that. It felt so dynamic and immersive.

WELT AND ACHERON INTERACTION. BRO. The way I gasped the whole time. We still don't have a canon confirmation of how Raiden Mei and Acheron or just generally HI3rd and HSR are connected but it's sp clear that Acheron is by far the closest connection yet. So sp excited to find out more about this. Raiden Mei, I'll love you in every universe.

Aventurine and Ratio are also very interesting to me. What does Ratio gain by involving himself in all of this? What does he get out of it? Anyway, their little journey through the mansion was nice. GIGANTIC RATIO. The kinda stuff my dreams are made of tbh.

Generally the whole Aventurine story got me right from the beginning. He's generally one of the most interesting characters to me (although this game has plenty of them). I gotta admit of course I was suspicious of him (as one should be of all Penacony characters) but I liked him nevertheless. This patch supported my feelings, my GOD HE xkdjjdjdjd. The way I cried. Since I played the story so late ofc I saw some spoilers/screenshots of his backstory but I never expected it to hit me this hard. Just wow. His ending, too. It's so bitter. Kinda hope we get to see him again, since he'a mot really dead, right? Just in some limbo.

His boss fight was really something. Not a lot of different patterns, but I still had to try a bunch of different teams, since you're kinda fucked even with just a single single target character in your party. Had to unbench Clara, and I gotta say, she came through for me. I might not have used the most meta team, but it worked soooo...

And just as I was glad I had managed the fight they hit you with that big cut scene, woah. AND THEN WITH THE FIREFLY SCENE? AND SUNDAY????

First of all, apparently it was common knowledge among the community since last patch that Sam was Firefly. Yeah, I gwt it bc of the leaks and stuff. But I'm just so confused as to HOW. Like HOW and WHY and just generally HUH. I can't wait for them to explain this connection (if you're reading this and you wanna spoil me with non-confirmed stuff then leave it, please, I might as well wait another 3 weeks).

And then Gallagher and Sunday... Just as I was admiring Sunday's beauty because he might legit just be one of the most gorgeous male character designs... THEY KILL HIM. When I tell ypu I was SHOOK. Mouth agape and all. Didn't know what to do. What a cliffhanger.

Now I don't have a real theory as to what I think will happen. If I remember correctly they said the main story will stretch until 2.3, right? I really wonder what else will happen, the story already seemed so huge this patch and I really wonder how it'll conclude. There's still so many questions and stories. Might add on to this post later when I have more thoughts.

Also Aventurine's banner just dropped but as of writing this I haven't pulled yet. Might add a little post later about it.

For now, have some screenshots I took during the story:

ALSO I GOT AVENTURINE. SECOND 50/50 WIN IN A ROW IN THIS GAME HAVE I FINALLY BROKEN THE CURSE. Now for the long and treacherous road of farming his trace mats and relics ... Since I never really prefarm 🥲

A pic I took in my excitement. Forgot the screenshot button exists.

[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

[yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla]

Ill be talking abit about my trans experience, first some facts:

-i only want top surgery, no bottom surgery or hormone therapy

-my name isnt legally changed, sadly. I currently habe a first and a second name(more to my name later)

-i use he/they/it- i try it/its out so it may be temporary ^^

-i dont have a binder or tape(i meed to buy myslef tape goddammit)

-i luckily dont suffer from voice dysphoria or body dysphoria; idc about my boobs(they are a tool for me when i cosplay female characters, i am good at really drawing the line between character and me). Also i just want my uterus gone cause periods SUCK.

Sooo.. my sister was abit sleptical at first, as i wasnt the "typical trans guy" ..which was kinda not very nice, like i felt mot taken serious. And her and my younger sister did amde clmments "thats not very masculine" when i wore make up or "feminkne" clothes- they meant it as a joke but its annoying. I5 went quite quick with my parents, they adjusted and accept. But i jsut say i use he/him (as kn german tehre aint a term for they/them and i dont think they would go with it/its). Now i did had my fair share of names whuch i am not proud lf. Yes one of my current names is from a podcast i like- but my family outright refuses to use it. They use a outdated name i dont use anymore(not my deadname) which is like...it could be worse yet it still hurts. I think they will onyl avvept a name that "i picked oit myself and that ksnt from a fictional character i like" and then my dad ks like "you dont know who you are really..." which is like..oh thanks, now i have a identity crisis, well done! Or when he said that (the topic was therapy) "adhd isnt your biggest problem, you dint know who you are right nwo, you are in a transition" and its like..thanks parents. Hwo will i ever KNOW a name i like if you refuse tl adapt?theres a reason why i dlnt share stuff that bothers me with them, they wouldnt understand...atleast they accept my pronouns. Butnalso, thus causes me to invalidate myself sometimes...yea its not great

[countessofravenclaw]

Okay, I wanna throw a bone again to people who read my fics.

So, I have mentioned few tumes that I have quite an extensive backstory for Gastón's parents, but I have never fully driven into it in any of my fics.

Like the whole thing has never been fully yet revealed. Parts of it have been dropped in fics, most in S2AU, but also in MOT and SI and other ones as well.

So, my question is that what sort of a picture my readers have right now about the backstory. And when I say backstor I mean like stuff predating the Perida's love to Buenos Aires and even predating Gastón's birth. Do I mean Like Isla and Marco's younger years and how they met and the so called "love story".

I am so curious to hear what sort of picture the readers, who don't know what I know, have.

[ishtea]

Thoughts on the new risk dlc?

very fun! quite tough, pretty buggy tho but i’m sure they’ll fox that.

i’ve beat Monsoon with Seeker and unlocked Chef and played him a good bit, do not have the other character yet, have not made it to the boss.

Seeker is a new fav, and Chef is fun but mot quite my style personally. i think i’ve used every new item and have not been disappointed by a single one they all feel well thought out and are cool

all the new stages are fantastic and all the new music is simply some of the best game music put there as RoR music tends to be.

so yeah! i like it, biggest issue is just bugs that’ll surely be ironed out eventually, granted i still need to play it more so we’ll see :3

[destinyc1020]

What do you think about Angela Basset receiving an honorary Oscar? To me it feels like a pity award and admittance that she deserved it in the first place .

https://variety.com/2023/film/awards/angela-bassett-mel-brooks-governors-awards-honorary-oscars-1235654578/amp/

Imo that is an insult. 😒

The Academy knows good and well that they blatantly SNUBBED Angela Bassett at this year's Academy Awards, and I won't be forgetting that. 😤

Truth be told, they really should have given her the Best Actress award for "What's Love Got to Do With It", but at the VERY least, they could made right by giving her the Best Supporting Actress Oscar this year imo.

Nothing against JLC (I like her as an actress too), but this award should have gone to Angela this year, if ANYTHING for the fact that she should have won decades ago.

The saddest part to me is that not only did she have her husband there, but she also brought her CHILDREN, which was a sign to me that she must have really felt like she was actually going to win!

She was also winning quite a few of the awards during the awards season circuit this year, so it wasn't even like she didn't have a prayer in winning this year.

This part of the article just takes the cake:

Yet you've snubbed her at least TWICE for an award that she was actually deserving of that year. 🙄

[ladycatofwinterfell]

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This one is sooooo self indulgent and requires a lot of context. There’s a Swedish quiz show called alla mot alla (free for all) where celebrities compete in pairs in a quiz tournament. And it’s known for being laidback and not shying away from more taboo topics. So every episode there are six topics that the contestants choose from without knowing what questions the topic entails and very often the questions have nothing to do with the topic. So I was watching it and one episode they had the topic “The connection between many children and sex addiction has not been proven but it still exists” and the brainrot made me think of nedcat. Varys and Littlefinger are the anchors :)

“The connection between many children and sex addiction has not been proven but it still exists!”

Catelyn snorted when she heard the topic.

“Should we get that one off the list immediately?” she asked, leaning back in the chair.

Ned considered for a moment.

“We have to pick it first or not acknowledge it” he then said. “There’s no in between.”

“I bet they have it there to target us.”

None of the other topics were about anything that could relate to them or their opponents. None. But that one did feel specific. People loved reminding them of how many kids they had. Not that she minded, but the bit grew old quite quickly.

“Ned, Cat, looking lovely as always” Varys said as the music faded and the cameras cut to them.

“Why thank you” she said, smiling.

“This has yet to shatter your marriage?” Littlefinger asked.

Something told her he was hoping for it. Petyr had always been open with his fondness of her.

“We’re close to falling apart” Ned said dryly.

Perhaps so would have been the case if they hadn’t known each other so well. He knew not to touch her when they lost and she knew to shut up when he needed her to. A perfect team.

“I admire you for this” Arianne called from the other cage.

“I admire you, dear” Catelyn responded.

Arianne was competing with her father. Catelyn wondered if she would have been able to do the same. Or if any of her children would have been able to do it with her.

[ishotforthestars]

What are some good ff in the yr fandom that are written in swedish?

Hi and sorry for taking so long to answer! This is just a small selection of my personal favorites but if you want more you can check out literally anything by these authors, all their writing is A+!

"Vi skulle klara vad som helst, vi skulle aldrig säga nej" by ageminiheart: Fairy tale-esque AU where Simon is the son of a hairdresser and has to step in for his mum when she gets injured. He meets the very rude prince Wilhelm and slowly a very forbidden romance begins to form. This is like one of my absolute favourite fics like ever, I adore everything about it, from the language to the pacing and the characterization. 1000/10.

"Kvarteret Vallgossen" by harosia: Modern day AU where Wille and Simon are neighbors in a student dorm building. One day Simon gets asked to dog sit Wille's puppy and from there their relationship sets off. This one is so sweet and fluffy and makes you feel literally all the feels. Also 1000/10.

"går du trägen, på den vägen, som är smal men uppåt bär" by graveyardorgarden: AU where Simon and Wille meet at a folkhögskola (kind of like community college?) where they're both studying church music. Wille plays the organ, Simon wants to lead choir. This one isn't finished yet and hasn't been updated in quite a while but I'd recommend it anyway because the way it's written is so heartachingly sad and relatable and just really beautiful.

"Sikta mot stjärnorna" by SilvaGrey: Post-S1 from Linda's POV. The Eriksson's home is vandalized which launches a police investigation.

"Svart hål" by @hanna-kin : Post-S1. Wille has kind of the worst Christmas break possible. Very angsty but in the very best way, I adore this one and the way it's written!

"Din tid kommer" by @eypril-eypril: AU where future Simon and Wille find their way back to each other following the release of a Swedish version of "The Crown". The feelings portrayed in this one is just fantastic as well as the attention to detail. So well-written and definitely another one of my all time faves!

I could probably list like at least 10 more that would make my 'favourite fics-list' but they'd all be by these same authors so just check out all their other stuff if you want more!

[kpopimagi]

A Flower Under The Rain [Part 3]

Characters: Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Kang Gyuri (OC) Genre: Angst, Romance Au: Hanahaki!Au  Type: Series  Word count: 4,393

It all began with a cough and then, a subtle sting in her chest. Kang Gyuri cried, knowing that in a matter of months, she would be another figure in the death toll of the most dangerous and cruelest outbreak in human history.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8-1

Gyuri was exhausted. She felt shattered and filthy, as if there was a layer of sage and mud over her skin. She desperately needed a shower, a comb to fix the mess off her hair, and something close to bleach to wash off the sugary aftertaste of her tongue. She wanted her bed so bad, especially as she walked herself home, lost deep in her thoughts, and she came into her house to find her parents in a hug. 

It wasn't a rare sight to her. They always thought they were discreet with their displays of affection and thought she never caught them, but she did. She grew up admiring the shared and secret smiles and the stolen kisses every morning before her father left for work quite sweet. The giggles and lighthearted conversation late at night when they talked about their day were just the sign of another good day in their family. She was used to the displays of affection. However, the silent tears they were shedding were out of the ordinary.

The sound of the door shut brought their attention back to her, and no force on earth could ever help her prevent her eyes from filling with tears as well. Her father was crying and unable to contain a sob; he walked to the threshold to wrapped her in a tight hug. 

“My pumpkin.” He cried, and the tightness of his arms around her shoulders broke her into pieces again.

Gyuri cried and cried. She let the fear take over her body, her mind, and her feelings. Caving into it, she let in the dread to devastate and destroy every hint of hope and peace she ever had. As she found herself in both of her parent's embraces, she just wanted the curse to take her body away and, to be over with it. She didn’t care. She did not even want to care anymore.

Her parents barely let her go, not even stay away from their sight for a second except for when she took a shower and got ready for bed. Gyuri ended up spending that night in their room like she always did when she was a little girl and was scared about the smallest of things. Feeling minuscule in the world and lost and gone in the dark, she cried herself to sleep between them as they cried along with her.

She must have been too drained to have any dreams or nightmares, although it wasn’t a peaceful night either. Waking up around midday, feeling just as tired, Gyuri came out to the kitchen to find her parents waiting at the table. There were cups of tea served, her father was reading the newspaper, which meant he must have asked the day off, and her mother seemed lost in her thoughts. They looked disheveled and out of place, just as she felt.

“Good morning.” She whispered, coming close to the table, and their heads turned around to her, their expressions visibly relaxing.

“Finally…” Her mother breathed out in relief, standing up, “we were getting worried.”

“Are you hungry, sweet pumpkin?” Her father said, setting the newspaper down and focusing on setting up her set of dishes on the table.

In a matter of minutes, Gyuri was seated in between her parents, having a late breakfast, and she couldn’t remember that last time she had a meal. Her father had to remind her a couple of times, stifling a laugh, that she had to slow down and take it easy if she didn’t want to choke. 

As lighthearted as the atmosphere was for a moment, it turned heavy when she finished her food. Gyuri wasn’t entirely comfortable about talking about the diagnosis yet. However, she was aware that her parents needed it. They needed to have something to hold onto.

“How do you want to handle all this?” Her father asked as he poured more tea into her cup, “your mother filled me in about yesterday’s appointment and Dr. Kim’s suggestions.”

“He even gave us some pamphlets.” Her mother added, reading through one with a deep and unconvinced frown.

“I threw up petals yesterday.” She confessed, and if the house felt already heavy and stuffy, it suddenly was even quieter, still, and desolated than before. “I guess I don’t even have six months anymore.”

Both of her parents lowered their heads, probably to hide their pained expressions, but she could hear their desolation. Listening to her mother’s muffled sobs and witnessing the subtle tremble in her father’s shoulders was more heartbreaking than she could ever imagine. Gyuri had nothing else to do but stay still, gripping her cup of tea, and waited for her parents to grief as she shed her fair amount of tears in silence.

“What do you want to do?” Her father asked after a while, sniffling as he wiped his tears.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, offering a napkin to him. “Can we keep it between us? At least until I figured it out.”

“Absolutely, pumpkin,” her father beamed, forcing a smile.

“Does that include that man?” Her mother asked, and Gyuri noticed the spite in her voice.

“Do you mean Baekhyun, mom?” She retorted, amazed at how easily her sentiments towards the guy changed.

“Pumpkin...”

“He can’t know,” Gyuri stated, her voice strong and steady, despite the mess inside her.

From all the questions and doubts, the fear and anxiety, one thing was not open to debate, and that was that Baekhyun could not find out about her illness. He couldn't know about her suffering, and even less, her eventually gruesome death. If she was sure of something, it was that she could never inflict that kind of burden on him, even if he was inadvertently responsible for her pain.

“He can never know.” She decided and stood up before her parents could protest. “I’ll be in my room.”

Gyuri locked herself in her room, in turmoil and reeling with questions and doubts. Despite all she knew, she had no idea what to do next. She wasn’t even entirely sure of how she was feeling most of the time, let alone having plans for the last months of her life.

Feeling her mood somber again, she opened up her laptop to indulge herself in the arms of the internet and its fatalist disposition. She lost track of time, jumping from patients' stories forums to medical journals with the latest results on vaccine research and then to blogs with reviews on the edge technology procedures. She paid particular attention to the Gardener Ritual, which was essentially a root removal surgery developed by Japanese scientists. The more she read and dug around about it, the more convinced she felt about how hopeless her situation was.

Surgery did not work. The roots could be successfully removed, but there was proof that the recovery stage was even more painful than the actual disease. However, it only took a glance of the beloved one to make the roots grow back again, faster and more lethal than before. In a blink of an eye, all the effort and money were thrown into the garbage. Gyuri didn’t even have the small fortune needed to get the procedure done. Surgery was not an option.

Some other theories seem more feasible. Gyuri could simply confess her true feelings, but it was proven that it only triggered the disease, and people ended up dropping dead right that instant. It was like shooting herself on the chest, hoping she would miss the heart. Confessing was not an option either.

Irritated, Gyuri shut her laptop closed and sulked in her chair. Thinking about everything and anything, she realized how angry she was at herself. She was beyond annoyed for not managing to compartmentalize her fear effectively and just focus on herself to enjoy what was left of her life. So what was she supposed to do? She had heard people talk about conquering the heart of that special person, but she couldn't wrap her head around that idea.

She has always been fidgety and almost mute, fighting her anxiety most of the time. It didn’t matter how kind and sweet Baekhyun was; he would never see her as anything else other than a little sister that needed his constant help. Gyuri didn’t have the guts to just fully and head on confessing her love for her best friend. She wasn't even his type. Baekhyun liked…she didn’t know for sure, but he dated only pretty and dumb girls. He had always been attracted to outgoing people that would keep up with his antics, unlike her.

Gyuri perked up. All of a sudden, she had an idea, as though a lightbulb appeared above her head. She had been too preoccupied with her situation, worried about the pain, considering all the possible cures for the damned disease, and Baekhyun’s taste in women that she didn’t realize the implications of what the ciabatta man said. 

If he was still alive after six years of catching that nasty curse, it meant he was outliving the disease. Plain and simple. Gyuri rushed out of her room to find her purse and everything else she had with her the previous night.

“Mom, where is my purse!?” Gyuri asked out loud, skipping the last two steps of the stairs, suddenly feeling unexpectedly excited.

“I put it back in your closet.” Her mother replied from the laundry room, “and the sandwich is in the fridge.”

Gyuri halted. She didn’t order a sandwich. She barely made it out alive of that place, let alone have time to order anything. Something minuscule in her chest softened when she opened the fridge and found the same paper bag the ciabatta man placed in front of her before leaving the restaurant. She couldn’t even recall carrying it back home.

The memory of the familiarity and comfort she felt from that man only made her rush back to her room, frantically looking for the book. Gyuri found herself smiling when she finally found it on one of the shelves of her closet.  

Sitting back at her desk, she threw the bag away, and almost as if it was sacred, placed the book in front of her. After a moment, she opened it to find the man's phone number on the first page, right below the dedication, and the words filled her eyes with tears. 

“To the ones the world seems to choose as undeserving of love.”

Never such a short sentence felt as accurate as of that one. Life indeed judged her and ruled her as undeserving. That simple notion shattered her heart into pieces, and looking at the several notes she wrote down and placed all over her desk, she realized she had to give up. 

Maybe he had an answer. Perhaps he had a tiny bit of hope to share with her, but the possibilities of her beating the curse as he did, were impossibly scarce. She realized then, staring at the digits of his phone number on the page of her book, that she didn't even know his name. He was a stranger, and how could she possibly expect him to help her out of this.

The doorbell of her house rang, and Gyuri almost jumped off her chair. Neither she nor her parents were expecting any visitors, but suddenly aware of the time, a sense of fear dawned on her. On instinct, she grabbed her phone, and not only did she get a new text, but found at least a dozen of unread messages, all from the same sender.

Why are you ignoring me?

Gyuri read the text, shivering at the meaning of that question as she went downstairs because she had one valid reason that was more than enough to want to avoid him. As if the dread of her fate wasn’t enough, she noticed the house was unusually and unsettlingly quiet, and that could only mean one thing.

Baekhyun was there.

Gyuri didn't have a chance. She couldn't even prepare herself to brace the situation. The man itself, the one that had her heart in a twist, found her in the living room, and her entire body reacted. Her every cell leaped, throbbed, and exploded just to see him.

It scared Gyuri that in a blink of an eye, she took in on every small detail about Baekhyun. She could tell that he was just out of work because he was wearing sneakers, baggy pants, and an oversized hoodie, and his hair was still somehow done.

Almost as if she had forgotten about the ever-present buzz of the curse in her chest, she heard it turning up as she did the smallest thing like just staring at his face; his pretty face that was. It went even louder when she saw the stricken lines across his expression and his thin and rosy lips pressed together.

Baekhyun had known her and her parents long enough to read the room and give them space. He knew when he had to step back and let her family work it through, even if it wasn’t something that happened often. This time, he looked back to the kitchen, nervously as if he was expecting something to happen, and then looked back at her sheepishly. 

“Is there something wrong?” Baekhyun asked quietly. He sat on the couch, making himself at home as usual. Although, for the first time since forever, he looked genuinely uncomfortable. “Your parents seemed a bit shaken, especially your mom.”

“Family stuff.” She muttered, still watching him from the same spot at the stairs.

Her heart was pounding. Her head ever so slightly spinning just to see him there. The sting was acting out again, flickering a little, coming and going from one side of her chest to the other, ready to burst through her mouth. Gyuri was afraid of making the slightest movement and triggering a symptom in front of him.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, looking at her from the couch, and Gyuri had to look away.

The worry in his voice was palpable. The seriousness in his eyes and the subdued precaution in his movements were also genuine. This was the Baekhyun she fell for. The Baekhyun that took care of her. The one that worried about her wellbeing, the one that felt so close to her, she could call family.

Just to think about that, the sting buzzed harder, and Gyuri placed a hand over her chest, trying to help her heart to calm down. She still felt shattered and disgusted from the first coughing fit. She could not afford another one so soon and by no means in his presence.

Slowly and eyeing him as if he was a dangerous animal ready to attack, she walked around the couch and sat down on the other side, as far away from him as possible. In a matter of minutes, Baekhyun was sprawled over the couch as he watched a variety show. On any other day, he would have his head laying on her lap or they would simply share one of the pillows. None of that was happening that day. She was stiff and putting all of her strength in seating straight so the tip of his toes wouldn’t even brush her thigh. Gyuri couldn't dare herself to let any of that happen ever again.

Time went by, and eventually, Baekhyun moved around and was suddenly closer to her. His head was dangerously near her reach. She just stared at him and had never been that self-conscious and aware of him before. He was lost in whatever was happening on the screen, munching on sausages and cheese sticks only God knew how he produced out of nowhere. She just looked at him, chuckling at the lame jokes or mimicking the dialogues. As she kept on admiring him in silence, she remembered the first time they watched a movie together.

Gyuri wanted to slap herself on the face at her obliviousness. Now that she knew exactly what was creeping around her heart and lungs, she felt like an idiot for not noticing before.

Baekhyun had always been the one to initiate the contact aside from her parents. He was the one that hugged her for the first time and leaned into her, resting his head on her quite regularly. He was the one that pouted to her so they could snuggle on a winter movie night. She could vividly remember the way he ruffled her hair, the few drunken kisses on her cheeks, and every time he held her hand.

More than anything, she remembered her bashfulness whenever he was at her place. He would pout and throw tantrums because she never allowed him to be that close to her, let alone snuggle. At first, she told herself it was all appropriateness and decorum, even shyness, but that was all a lie. She watched him laugh loud enough to choke on one of the sausages and then realized that it was all proper infatuation. She saw a smile spreading on his features as he chuckled at himself and his dumbness, and she just knew she was already lost.

She never thought Byun Baekhyun could be the one that could have her reduced to a lame bundle of nerves and giddiness. Gyuri found herself smiling, and the longer she looked at him, the more she felt the sting softening. She could barely feel it at all, so she embraced the alleviation, as risky as it could be.

Gyuri lost herself admiring her best friend, his perfect profile, as his delicate hands kept pushing cheese sticks into his mouth. Not wanting to let her mind wander around that particular part of him, she distracted herself with his hair which looked different. She could see the highlights that weren’t there naturally and the several shades of brown perfectly done.

“Your hair is different,” Gyuri said to herself, her fingers instantly reaching out for a strand.

“Mina insisted I would rock the highlights,” He said casually, “do you like it?”

Gyuri’s arm froze just in time before she could touch his hair, and a rush of irritation spread across her body, covering her limbs and mind. The pain was back and thumping against her rib cage. She didn’t even have a clue of who Mina was, but the dreadful wave that her body fell into was enough indication that whoever that was meant soreness to her core. She had to look away and focus herself on something else other than the pain. 

“Are you sure everything is alright?” He suddenly asked without drawing his eyes off the screen, but she knew well enough that his attention was on her, “You've been weird lately.”

“I’m fine.” She retorted, suddenly annoyed and practically boring holes in the center of the screen.

“Was it the grumpy little man that upset you?” He asked, and she glared at him, rolling her eyes at the annoying smirk displayed on his face. “How was the movie?”

“What movie?”

“The one you guys went to see...” He wanted to know, and this time, the smugness was gone and replaced by something she couldn’t tell what it was, “How come you never told me about him?”

Assuming that Baekhyun’s observation had to do with something the ciabatta man mentioned the day before, Gyuri remained silent and made a mental note to ask him about it later. She played along with that, and refocusing on the screen, she shrugged innocently but deep down, her heart broke a little more. 

Just like he never mentioned he was dating again, Gyuri desperately wanted to ask the same and reproach him for keeping that piece of information from her. Just to think about it made her stomach churn and her head spin, despite her efforts. She didn't have it in her to be like that.

“How was the doctor’s appointment by the way?” He changed the subject.

Baekhyun tried to sound cool, but she could recognize the edge in his voice even with the variety show blasting through the screen. Gyuri refused to fall into that sound even if everything in her desperately wanted to look around and just stare at him and his touching interest.

“It looks like you still have that nasty cough. I hope the new meds can get rid of it.” He pointed out, “Is that why your parents look tired?” 

As if the question itself made him realize something, Baekhyun sat up. Crossing his legs, he positioned himself closer so he could look at her better and not miss a thing.

“Is everything alright?” He asked again, leaning ever so slightly to observe her intently.

Gyuri cowered under his piercing gaze as his eyes went around her face looking for the truth. While he stared at her so thoroughly, she had to gather every ounce of willpower to lie. Although she wasn’t expecting it to be so hard and even more so, so painful. If she was expecting to keep him in the dark about her impending death, she had to try really hard. 

Gulping the knot that threatened to come up her throat, Gyuri managed to nod in response, and Baekhyun simply squinted his eyes at her, not entirely convinced. She would normally try to convince him with a well-thought and articulated argument. But as things were revolving inside her chest, doing something as simple as opening her mouth meant a high risk of uncovering the truth. She couldn't afford that.

For what felt like the longest seconds in history, Baekhyun gave up, and with a nod, he laid back down on the couch again. Gyuri almost let out a sigh of relief. She managed to dodge his worried questions, but the uneasiness oozing off him was more than obvious. For starters, he wasn't comfortable anymore. His phone resting on his chest kept buzzing every few seconds, making his leg bounce more in impatience.

For the entirety of the runtime of the tv show, Baekhyun ignored the device that didn’t seem to stop buzzing. She knew he wasn’t paying attention to it nor to whatever was going on on the screen. Her best friend being there simply to watch some random variety show was only an excuse to be at her place and dig around. He was insistent, and whatever the ciabatta man told him the day before wasn’t enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“I have to go.” Baekhyun said, standing up as if the couch was on fire, “I have to pick up Mina.”

As in daze and taken aback by the abrupt end to the visit, Gyuri followed her friend as he walked back to the front door. He was leaving just as suddenly as he arrived, which was out of the ordinary. Baekhyun never missed the chance to spend as much time as he could at her place, especially if it meant staying for dinner.

“Will you ever tell me what's going on?” He suddenly asked, turning around to look straight into her eyes.

“Tell you what?” Gyuri squeaked, genuinely taken by surprise and standing on her toes as she barely managed to stop her momentum and crash against his chest. 

She heard the buzz of his phone on his hand, and that made him resume his way to the door, but Baekhyun wasn't ready to leave yet. He opened the door and halted there, looking at her. Gyuri realized then the importance of this peculiar visit.

Her efforts and the ciabatta man's lies were not enough to fool Baekhyun. She wasn't nearly as good as she thought to hide her symptoms and afflictions in front of him, and of course, he was there, ready to offer his hand and help nonetheless.

“You know you can always talk to me, do you?” He added, reluctantly stepping out of the house, just waiting for her to open up. “If you ever need help.”

Gyuri nodded, unable to do more and not wanting anything else but for him to finally leave so she could breathe again. However, everything turned for the worst when he leaned closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

The world was suddenly upside down.

His fragrance. His warmth. The safety of his embrace. Gyuri felt it all just as overpowering as she felt having her face pressed so softly, so delicately, and so shielded against the crook of his neck. The sensation of his hand on her back was so steady and firm that for a split second, she forgot herself.  

"Call me if anything happens." He whispered before letting her go.

Baekhyun gave her a small and comforting smile, and just like that, as soon as he showed up, he was gone. Gyuri closed the door, and the world around her instantly seemed to collapse and crush her along with it. She heard her mother’s trembling voice calling her and her father's closeness amid her dizziness.

“I’m fine,” Gyuri replied with a croak, not realizing how hard it was to breathe, let alone talk.

Her father was holding her, barely keeping her straight and standing on her feet. Her mother showed up in front of her, tears falling down her face as she struggled to open the tin can the ciabatta man gave her the day before. 

“How are you feeling, pumpkin?” He asked, handing her a couple of candies.

“It’s fine.” She lied, her insides twisting again, “I’m fine, I just need to rest.”

Gyuri was far from alright. She needed a lot more than just rest, but she wasn't strong enough to acknowledge that yet, at least not her parents, and untangling herself from her father's grasp, she forced her legs to go to her room. Gyuri mumbled empty promises as she muted her mother's cry and ignored her father's protests. Almost blinded by the tears, she finally reached her room.

Locking the door behind her, Gyuri fell to the floor, letting the pain take over again and squash her heart until she had no more tears to shed. She dragged herself to her desk and grabbed the book. Rubbing her hands against her eyes to stop the tears from falling and the sting from spreading, she saved the number on her phone and wrote the text that hopefully could take some of her pain away. 

He cares too much.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse: Warrior Monk review: Pacifica Northwest

At a local tropical resort, a hot young tanned platinum blonde piece of ass stretched and hummed as she walked around the vicinity of the hotel swimming pool. Basking in her owl glory as she could see heads turning from local and tourist alike at the sight of her which only made to give her ego a fine boost. Yes she was sexy and she damn well knows it, naturslly so did they, why wouldn’t they want to look? But this was nothing compared to the good mood she was in and the reason for causing said mood in the first place. Which she keeping nice and snug,safe and sound In her hotel room and it just made her tingly in all the right places as she grinned at spying her friends who she invited to join her on this little vacation trip. A deep sigh of satisfaction escaping her pretty pouty lips as she got their attention and did a little stretching, “Whew,jackie,Wendy…sorry I’m late girls, my roommate went above and beyond today…and let me tell ya..” the young debutant spoke as she parked herself right in the comfy pool chair, her body relaxing as she let out a lusty,relaxed shudder. Almost sexual or orgasmic eben as she continued, her two companions giving her some very deadpan stares. ““I got so fuckin’ LAID!! Wooo damn,ooooh my poor, poor womb..” she purred snd hummed she rubbed said spot around her stomach. The camel toe of her pussy visible thrive her pink thong swimsuit. Licking her lips as she took delight in the looks from Jackie and Wendy, giving them a look as if to say ‘Jelous?’

“Classy pacifica…..” snaked Wendy, the ginger redhead freckled tomboy quite a stunner, with a sensual bidy with muscle tone honed from a freak growth spurt and years of rugged activity and lumberjack work with the tan especiallt to show for it. Jackie lynn Thomas was quite the toned,tanned freckledmtombiy herself bottom heavy with the legs and ass to show it along with a tan from decades of dedication to the craft of surfing and skateboarding. Her hair a wild curly blonde mane with some noticeable blue streak. The pair’s swimsuits Especially did wonders to show off their stunning bodies even if they were modest compared to Pacifica’s own. Their snarky glares at the valley girl as she had her legs positioned in a way as she sat, practically spread and showin off her cameltoe. They swear they could it quivering under that thing of hers as she shamelessly basked in their reactions, her expression radiating smug satisfaction. ““That what You calling your dildo? Because last me and Jackie checked when we rode in here? You came alone besides us and we haven’t seen You take any guy here back to your room…” the redhead quipped as Jackie nodded beside her. Indeed for someone who lived the kind of life she did and the looks she had, she could have her pick of many dude here. Yet here she was not having been seen flirting with any of them. When you were pacifica northwest,emancipated heiress and social media influencer, the dating world was your oyster and a regular all you can eat buffet.

Pacifica simply grinned a catlike minx smile a she licked her lips, having expected Wendy or Jackie to get curious like that. Sensually humming snd purring as she checked her pool bag beside her and reached into it,fishing around to locate something. Finding exactly what she was looking for as she took out her cellphone “Ooh I’m mot talking about a dildo you lovely lady friends of mine. My roomie is much better then that and the next best thing to a boyfriend but then again with his food he is, I might never need a man at all..” the platinum blonde purred sensually as she unlocked her phone and accessed her photo and video gallery.  Biting her lio as she found what she was looking for and accessed it, turning it around to show them the screen as the video began to load and buffer. “Normally I’d say checkout Capsule Cocks’ video review tab but this is the next thing since I have the original…” thst got Jackie and Wendy’s attention even more than Paz already. Capsule Cocks? As in the special Rated R to XXX branch of adult sex toys and items from the one and only Capsule Corp. Social media related to them was ablaze with praise for their products but one common set of words tended to get thrown around here and there. Something called the Warrior Monk? When finally the video began to play as the lair glued their eyes to the screen.

Soon the platinum blonde bombshell appeared on the digital video clewrly using some sort of special camera drone which captured her stunning body in head to toe. Which was highlighted by the bright hot electric pink outfit she wore as she adjusted her violet jacket and gave her long wild styled blonde mane a flip. Blowing a kiss at the camera as she began to speak. “Hello out there all you bored singles and what not who decided to brighten your dull lives by checking out this video. Now when you’re a girl like me with independence and a lot of money but too much free time? Well life doesn’t sommuch gives you lemons but the way to make lemonade out of them..” she spoke as the camera showed what had to be her bedroom in what was some sort of deluxe luxury penthouse. As bent over,the camera getting a fine view of her pink clad juicy bubble butt as it wiggled and swayed. The heiress giving a hum of satisfaction as she took out a simple box and opened it, taking out a simple,single Dyno-cap. Holding it between her thumb and pointer finger as she examined it inquisitively. “In my case I met up with the head honcho of Capsule Corp at some party,can’t remember what it was for or what we talked about exactly. But she personally sent me this a gift and all I got to do is accept a sponsorship deal for Capsule Cocks. That is after I review whatever this is,she was insistent I do this soon as I got this so here we go…”“with that said, she gave a click to the capsule and threw it, the coloured smoke blasting as a cryo-contained appeared, the bombshell debutant humming as she pushed the button to open it. Brow raised as out came a compact 5′1′’ fellow,shorter than her by a few feet and inches, clad in tight boxer Spatz and not impressing her in the slightest. Walking around as she examined him and looked him over from head to toe and found some sort of pamphlet manual inside the container which she began to west out loud.

“Congratulations on your acquisition of our most popular product. The Warrior Monk is,in our humble opinion, our finest product in Capsule Cocks’ special Line of full bodied autonomous techno-organic sexual performance gynoids” Hat made the heiress quirk her brows in deadpan disbelief. This little runt was some kind of sexual android and the best they had? She found that hard to believe as she confined to read the pamphlet over. ““His popularity stems from his physical skill and sexual performance which are very high level and world class. Once you’ve bonded erotically with your Warrior Monk, he will be 100% devoted to you in ensuring your carnal needs are fulfilled and then some…” Pacifica pouted cutely as she discarded the pamphlet, clearly disappointed as she had been expecting something a lot more than this. Sighing as she shrugged her shoulders, seeing the Warrior Monk silently and stoically observe her. Watching as she shrugged off her violet cost, exposing her bare,suntanned shoulders as the camera caught her exposed backside flexing muscles bought about by some swimming. Pacifica continued to hum absent mindedlt as she leaned in close to the Krillin clone,draping her arms around his shoulders. A hum of approval as if she found or felt something impressive as her hands traced along his muscles. Fingers tracing ever inch of what was quite the physique from the sculpted biceps and triceps to the washboard abs.

“Well now you’re certsimly no string bean or stubby runt that’s for sure…and looking at you a bit better,you’re pretty easy in the eyes. Not what I’d call macho or pretty but…kind of handsome and cute in your own way…” Paz quipped as she planted some kisses on his face. Before soon pressing to his as she locked lips with him, soft sensual moans escaping her as she felt him respond, gasping as he found her wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to deepen their kiss. Her bright blue eyes widening as she found him quite proactive and reactionary to say the least. As she found his tongue in skin her mouth, exploring and seeming to want to memorise thst oral cavern as pacifica squirmed and clenched her thighs. Her body language in the video making it clear she was getting wet from this make out, gasping as they swapped spit and shuddered at feeling his hands move to grab her ass with a firm squeeze. Breaking their liplock as she panted for air,an erotic gleam twinkling in her eyes as she brushed her lush mane. “Mm well now maybe you might be living up to your hype after all little man…” sensually licking her lips, pacifica came to find thst cool,mute gaze on her quite..exhilarating as if his attention being focused on her,and her alone. It was delicious as she grabbed and unzipped her outfit,peeling it off as she kicked off her boots and wiggled her sexy toned pornographic bodied self out. Humming as she noticed the crotch of his boxers was beginning to develop a swell and bulge indicating he was certainly endowed. Standing naked before him with her juicy tits and her bouncy bubble butt as she did a twirl and pose for him, shaking her booty as she leaned to him,arms hugging her tits together with a squeeze as she took enjoyment in his attention focused on her. Culling his face in ernhands as she caressed it with growing tenderness, pouting adorably as she gave his cheek butterfly kisses.

“But you know it’s so unfair I’m the only one naked….so what say we change that and see what I’m going to be laying with. Better hope Briefs didn’t stick me with a lemon…” the heiress mused as she knelt down on her silk carpet floor, grasping the waistband of those boxers and pulling them down. Flinching as she felt Something heavy smack her face with an uppercut as she shook the dizziness out. ““What the bell little ma-!? Oh,my…GOD!!” Video pacifica and Jackie and Wendy bith echoed the same statement as they be helped the sight before them. The biggest,thickest cock they’d ever laid eyes on as it stood erect and pulsed with raw desire, the length and girth veiny and bound to a set of smooth,heavy balls. Pacifica taking delight jn their reactions as she gestured their attention back to the video where her recorded self  began to pant and drool,as if the scent snd sight of this dick,no this COCK was sitting off Something in her brain, like a switch was flipped. Her brain tapping into deep primal instincts, those inner animalistic drives to mate and breed with a raw,virile alpha male. Grasping her Warrior Monk’s cock as she stroked and massaged it,her expression one of growing lust an desire as she shot him a sultry gaze. “Okay then I take back any negative comments I said before….you’re definitely living up,to your reputation…got it right where it counts but…you know how to use it?” She purred as she licked her lips and planted kisses along his length from tip to base. Even his balls got a smooch and a lick as her pussy fished and quivered staining the carpet with her nectar.

Before Jackie and Wendy realised it,the video feed from the drone shifted to show pacifica laying flat on her back on her bed. Her head hanging off the edge of the mattress,her blonde mane swaying as her wide blue eyes flowed with pink hearts as her Warrior Monk was providing her with a powerful facefucking. He neck bulging from the invasion of his length and girth  as he pumped his shaft into her mouth,pistoning like a sexual jackhammer. Her moans muffled as her oussy was squirting like a geyser indicating how hard she was cumming,clutching the bed sheets as her compact stud laid atop her in a 69 position, massaging her hips and thighs along with her juicy,meaty as as he licked away at her pussy, drinking uo from the shower of juices that sprayed his face. It was clear Paz didn’t start off easy or gentle and that what was fast becoming her favourite toy and best friend in her life was aiming to give timeto her thst way because that’s how she wanted it. Jackie and Wendy could feel their swimsuit thongs become soaked as their own pussies gushed, faces flushed with red blushes of arousal  as pacifica played them her little amateur porn show. The video really kicking into high gear as the sunlight shining through Pacifica’s penthouse marked the passage of time.

The video had shifted from the 69 facefucking to Paz riding her Warrior Monk cowgirl style. Hands clasped with his together as she bounced on hismcock with abandon, tongue wagging out as those hearts glowed in her eyes. Deep moans pouring forth from as her as jiggled and her tits bounced. “Oh fuck,oh god,it’s too much!! It’s too good,I’m gonna die! Who needs any other man when I’ve got you!! Oh godI’m falling in love with my sex toy!” She cried and howled as the scene then shifted to her in reverse cowgirl position,panting like the bitch in heat she was as her compact stud massaged and smacked her ass like some erotic bongo drum. Then next came her taking it doggy style as she knelt on the bed in her hands and knees, tits swaying,ass jiggling as he held her waist and pumped away until she couldn’t ho,sup her upper torso. Face falling onto the bed as she hit onto the sheets,her ass raised high as her new lover kept tucking her. Soon she found herself laying front flat,still biting the sheets as she clutched them, drooling as her stallion laid atop her. Kissing along her neck and shoulders as his hips blurred,such was the force and speed of his virility. Who knows how many time they had been drumming together or individually as the pornographic montage kept going. Not one bit of momentum stopping as Paz took load after load in her pussy,her ass,her mouth, her tanlined skin glistening with sweat as finally,the sun seen setting,she laid together in the messed up bed. Sheets in disarray and soaked with sweat and juices as pacifica laid in bed with her short king,their loins connected as they snuggled and made out sensually with passion,their newfound bond forged and connected. The video ending as Paz looked smugly at her two gal pals, whose facial expression were,ones of pure voyeuristic arousal. They were clearly in shock and yet amazed at the same time by what they just witnessed as she giggled sensually.

“He’s safe and snug in his sleeping chamber in Capsule mode,I need to let him have his rest. I couldn’t not take him with me,I never leave home without him. Who needs some sleazy baby dicked chumps and minute men when all you need is a Warrior Monk in your lives…” Paz shuddered as her pussy fished,feeling the phantom sensations of her Krillin clone’s godly cock. His,lips,his touch,his flavour, she was addicted and she knew it. And oh how she loved it. Taking delight in how Wendy and Jackie went from deadpan to borderline bitches in heat. ““I’d highly recommend ordering your own but if you want to be really sure? I think my compact stallion woild be more than anle and up for handling the 3 of us at once…wouldn’t be his first time that’s for sure,what can I say,I like to make sure Capsule Cocks get their money’s worth and so do you….naturally I need to have your permission to record it,consider it yiur reviews….we got a deal ladies…” the blonde’s grin grew as Wendy and Jackie shared a look and nodded, making it clear they wanted her to take her to her room and they could have a personal up close hands on look see at this hih class quality sex toy. Because god damn no way they were passing this up, good men were hard to come by and if Capsule Cocks were growing and making them? Not damn they wanted what got the Pacifica Northwest personal quality seal of approval that was for Damn sure. Jackie herself shuddering as she recalled her brief stay with the actual Warrior Monk himself during her time as a college au pair. God how long had it been since Daddy Krillin….

[nocompromise-noregrets]

five good things

Seeing as I've been at this for ten years and I haven't done one for a little while...

I am so enjoying pinging back and forth with the lovely @mihrsuri on in-universe historical nerdery in her Tudors OT3-'verse! This sort of meta self-referentiality brings me so much joy and I'm so enjoying playing! <3333333

I have the week after next off work for my birthday and oh I cannot wait. Work hasn't been nearly as draining since I got myself onto HRT, but I'm still tired and in need of a break.

What else OH YEAH WE HAVE A NEW CAR :D :D :D the little Vauxhall failed his MOT for the first time in 12 years in early January and we'd already had to have quite a bit of work done on him, and then the missus' friend was selling an Audi TT for a very sensible price and I've always fancied a TT, and after a certain amount of identity-crisising because I have always been very economical and couldn't quite get my head round the idea of being allowed to do something frivolous, well...I now own an Audi TT. XD It's the nicest car, although it's five years older than the Vauxhall it's in fantastic condition and so much nicer and omg I love it. And the little fella has gone to my friend who had been without a car for 18 months and borrowing and hiring because second-hand prices in London where she lives had gone through the roof because of the ULEZ scrappage scheme, so...win win win all round. :D

The @bi-widower-dads February fic recs are out (here and here) and some kind soul recommended love remains - thank you SO MUCH! <3333333 I've been feeling a bit discouraged lately but between that and some lovely comments on my fics and a lovely message from @seagull-energy and collaborating with @mihrsuri I am feeling rather better :)

There are hundreds of pink blossoms on one of my peach trees (the other one only has buds on it but this one is in full bloom - bit weird, they usually flower at the same time, but the slow one is more shaded than the other so who knows) and it is absolutely gladdening to see.

I have discovered that John Lewis stocks Lumene so I have been ordering myself some lovely Finnish skincare - Lumene stopped shipping to the UK for a while (thank you so much Brexiters ugh) but they seem to have started up again now; but JL has been having some good offers lately so I've been taking full and shameless advantage. Also now apparently I am middle-aged and middle-class enough to have a John Lewis account XDDDDDD

We are in the throes of having a new boiler fitted (the guys are here right this minute), after ours finally gave up the ghost at the end of January. We've been getting by on the immersion heater for hot water and electric heaters for warmth and mostly the weather has been fairly mild so it hasn't been too bad, but omg I am so looking forward to having a working (and more economical) boiler you guys. Also our plumber is hopefully going to sort the bathrooms out for us later in the year and omg I've wanted that for YEARS (it sounds grander than it is, we have a tiny house, just we have a bathroom, an en-suite with a shower in it, and a downstairs loo), they're such shoddy quality thank you developers who built our house and so hard to clean because they're all hard-to-reach corners and dust-gathering ledges and ridges, definitely designed by someone who'd never done a day's cleaning in his life...so we're going to redesign them and hopefully get a bit more space and stuff that's easy to clean and clean around, I cannot WAIT.

I've been doing 'five good things' for just over ten years, I can't quite believe it. It hasn't caught on yet, but there's still time!

[tblsomedoodles]

I can imagine a few things that might confise/worry Dee's brothers when he first meets them. Like... first and foremost be probably refuses to take his battleshell off for days and doesn't like anyone douchkng his back, to the point he will drop someone jsut for brushing against it if he isn't expecting it. I'm jot sure if they'd remember that he was a softahell or not but it's concerning eitherway.

Also whay you mentioned about how if he feels scared/upset/sick/lonely/frustrated or anything similar he'd go to them usually for different emotional support, but otherwise completely avoids them.

His overall disheveled look and the injuries he had (I imagine he might have gotten scraped up on the fight before Pops threw him kn the portal mot to mention tbe scars from when he first went missing).

Yeah, they'd definitely be concerned b/c he probably did get a little scraped up from the fight and subsiquent portal yeeting. And the fact he wouldn't take his battle shell off would be very concerning for them. They even caught him sleeping with it on, though he had been sleeping at a desk he was working at so they couldnt' be sure if that was on purpose or not. Even after a few weeks being there, he has yet to take it off with them around. (partially b/c he's in a new area and nervous about it, and partially b/c he probably feels a bit self-conscious about the scars on his shell and doesn't want his siblings to see them.)

once he does start feeling comfortable enough to not have his battle shell on (maybe still covering his shell somehow, just with like a shirt or something.) they'd find out pretty quick via Leon that touching his shell without the battle shell was not something you wanted to do unless you wanted to end up on the floor.

Thank you!

I think there's an adjustment period for everyone involved. Raph feels very awkward about it and wants to get to know him but doesn't quite know how. Leon ignores the awkward b/c it's his twin (that's possibly why they end up fighting eventually. Leon's so focused on being around Dee that he neglects to realize that he hasn't gotten to know Dee.) Mikey is the one that does the most as far as actively reaching out. He is aware they don't know Dee well and very much wants to. So he's constantly offering for Dee to join them in almost any activity he thinks he might enjoy. (which is mostly ignored at first for 'i'm working so i don't feel anything' reasons. Then "New Routine" happens and it kinda breaks the ice between them, allowing for actual bonding to occur.)

Thank you!

Yeah, it's pretty good advice. And as far as i can, i don't think Leo and Raphie ever had a huge pivotal fight in the 03 series. But the two are almost constantly at odds with each other (unless you count the "Same as it never was" alternate future where they did have a huge fight and then didn't talk to each other for twenty+ years. But that future technically didn't happen and the only one to have seen it was Don.)

But yeah, Raphie has always had to control his temper so i'd imagine he'd notice that Dee has a bit of one as well. not nearly as much as Raphie but it's there. So he would definitely make sure his kid knew how to handle that.

Thank you!

[libidomechanica]

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