#what is a colocation

[colocrossing]

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[touchlikethesun]

my coloc's situationship is so casually attractive, if i didn't here second hand just how complicated it is dealing with her i'd probably develop a crush

[digitalcreationsllc]

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[kinerxy]

The Molar Horse, they're similar to IRL horses but alot bigger and with a bulkier neck... beside the obvious frontal tusks used for defense against predators and in intraspecific competition.

Due to their aggressive and fearless nature aswell as gigantic size theyre an excellent war mount, even if their domestication isnt for the weak.

when their lips are relaxed they cover all the teeth, this is to protect their integrity and also to avoid infections, this tissue is hardy but flexible enough to be pulled all the way back to show the hidden upward incisives and the rest of the teeth, baring their teeth can be out of distress or as a threat.

(the silly)

In a previous ask I explained how these animals can eat, in short I didn't want to add some type of trunk nor modify the appearance of the tusks especially the big frontal one so the easiest option to go is to have a large tounge strong enough to help it eat in a similar fashion to a giraffe.

But I was thinking that in my setting the general landescape is very desertic and there aren't many trees around, this opens an issue since the tounge was based on a giraffe tounge which is made to grab tree branches and pull the leaves into their mouths, so maybe these tounges could have spiky cavities similar to a feline tounge but much more exaggerated, this to be able to have a stronger hold on the dry grass and other types of dry food that probably would be on the ground.

TW: (fictional) Animal abuse

In my story there are many important factions and in general they aren't benevolent specially since the war is a common occassion and each one have to do what it needs to success and maintain territory and resources, this faction, the Altan Empire (which hopefully i will show more of them in a future) is one of the few important nations that have managed to domesticate the dangerous Molar Horses, but to conceive this they had to do some evil shit

The lips of a molar horse are a very sensitive part of their body, these have many nerve conections to be able to move them and show different types of expressions, emotions and give indications to other Molar horses.

The removal of these lips greatly vaffects their behavior, making them docier and easier to handle aswell as opening a entrance to put the mouthpiece and colocate the bridle without having problems with the vast tissue, this is called marking.

A marked molar horse is alot less unstable than its wild counterpart, making them an excellent mount to be used in the loud and unpredictable battles between factions, it also improves their intimidation factor

But beside their obvious degradation in appearance, these animals become incapable of communicating normally with other molar horses.

Another problem are the infections, is common to see marked molar horses with infected pimples, scars or without some back teeth that fell off or had to be removed.

on the bright side, in recent times and due to the domestication of the marked molar horses, meaning that newborns are more docile withouth having to mark them aswell as improvements in the design of the bridle, said newborns are commonly left with their intact lips.

[unluckilyimnot]

How they comfort you – yoichi, chigiri, sae, reo, karasu, rin, hiori

after a bad day

m.list rules 1k

note: sorry I moved in with my colocs and I just started criminals minds and got lost. I’m barely coming back to write.

Isagi

he takes you on a date when he notices how bad your day seemed

doesn’t matter the hour or if he’s exhausted

he takes you out, walking around the street

then to eat, it doesn’t have to be a big things

usually 7/11 date

you two brought your favorite ramens, desert and drinks and eat there

letting you rant if you need or talking about totally something else to change your mind

in any case, he’s emphatic and really listen to you

he might be a little blinded and he’s always on your side but he’s sweet

he doesn’t try to solve your problem and you’re thankful for that

chigiri

he takes care of you, your skin, your hair : you name it all

he takes his time to gently exfoliate your skin while a mask sit on your hair

your eyes shut and the sweet smell of the big candle he lights up for you to relax

he doesn’t ask about it unless you talk about it first, but then he might be a bit mean to the people who ruined your day

he’s part of the girl yk

he washes and blow dry your hair for you before watching a movie or a tv show

but in the end you don’t even watch it and just talk together, about everything and nothing

he talks about his day as well, mention it if something bothered him and you two can rant together

or he can just let you sit between his legs and listen to you while stroking your hair

anything to make you feel better

sae

when you mentioned it over the phone or through text that your day was awful, he makes sure to pass by a flower shop

and if he knows he won’t have time, he call over for the bouquet to be delivered at your place or your work

he’s really into talking at first, he prefers to let you come to him further if you need it

yet, it's still the first thing he asks when he gets home – just to let you know that he cares

if you decided to talk about it, all his focus is on you

but don’t expect much answer from him, he knows he’s not the best at this anymore

but he’ll order your favorite food

and let you lay on him, playing with your hair or stroke your arm

if he feels you being overwhelmed you can be sure that his arms will tight up around you in a warm embrace

He expects you to fall asleep in there to be honest, but he'll always leave a kiss on your temple before taking you to bed

reo

He hates seeing you like this so if it can bring a smile back to your face, he’s down for anything

so he drops everything and takes you to a fancy restaurant !

For him it’s the best thing possible and he always enjoy taking you out to clear your head

but if you’re too tired for that, he let you tell the chef what you want to eat and spent a chill night

he asks about it, he wants to know what happened and how he can help

he physically can’t leave you like this – and if he can’t help it right now, he’ll do the same tomorrow

until you feel better

he honestly would do anything for you to feel better

Do you want to order something ? He doesn’t really like it but anything for you

wanna stay inside and do nothing, rot in bed ? He’ll stay with you

best boy

karasu

he can tell you’re on edge even if you don’t mention anything

you’re snapping at him too easily or in contrary not talking to him at all and he hates that it getting into him

so he’ll run you a bath or tell you to take a hot shower, that he’s handling what’s needed to be done

he reassure you that you’re free for the night, it doesn’t matter what there’s to do – he’ll do it

after that, he’ll take his time to massage your shoulders and back while asking you what’s going on

he insist on you telling him what's going on, he doesn’t accept a shrug or a simple ‘hum’/’nothing’

your his partner, he needs to know what’s going on to help you

he’ll fight every time if it’s needed for you to tell him

rin

take you for a walk, to clear your head

he hates it when you rot in bed for too long so he tries to avoid it in the first place

but he doesn’t force you to talk about it if you don’t feel the need to do so

he waits for you to open up, even if he has to fill the silence if it makes you uncomfortable

But it rarely happens, you two really enjoy a quiet walk around the city

There's also time when you talk about it

He's a bit annoyed about it if it's about someone ruining your day, but he dies his best to be there for you

The type to run his thumb a the top of your hands

He can be shy about pda but doesn't hesitate if it can make you feel better

Hide you in his chest if you cry on the way

hiori

He can be deeply emphatic so he'd rather spend the night hearing you talk about it

Even cry in his shoulders

Than to leave you alone

He tries to make you feel better, stroking your hand and hair, your cheeks

Looking deep into your eyes and kissing you all the time

He wants to find a solution if he can, and if you want it

He has a hard time letting you alone if you need space

But he will if he can check in you regularly, you have to stay available

But he much rather have you sitting in his lap, warmly in his embrace, not talking if you don't want to

Just, stay near please

Let me know if you liked it ♡

[viajandopelomar]

Rhysand's shield on Feyre is ridiculous ✨

I noticed that Rhysand and Feyre's excuse about the shield around her being unbreakable and that she wasn't able to break it is ridiculous. Feyre destroyed all the protections of the King of Hybern's castle with light alone (and before that we only saw her glowing while having an orgasm). But it's obvious that SJM's horrifying script didn't remember that 🙄.

Like, on page two hundred and something we discover the reason for the shield (Nyx), but until then NO ONE mentions that Feyre not being able to break a shield made by a high lord is strange? Helion taught it, but it was Rhysand who put it up (which doesn't interfere with my point, they're both high lords). Shouldn't the fact that they thought she really couldn't break the shield also have made them realize that they'd lost the advantage they had over the other courts?

Because Feyre is weak, she can't cross from the summer border to the middle without running out of magic, and compared to Lucien, he managed to leave the spring court, go to Illyria and come back with two sentries, and was ready to return with Feyre! Her amount of magic is ✨ insignificant ✨ for a high Feyrean. Helion described it as a mere fish scale, so small that he didn't care.

What makes it dangerous is that it can get past their protections, the high lords! As she did with Tarquin. Apart from that, Feyre doesn't scare anyone. That attack on Beron? Surprise. If she tries it again, we'll see what a high lord chosen by magic is made of.

Anyway, didn't IC notice that Feyre NOT BEING ABLE TO BREAK THE SHIELD means she couldn't steal from Helion, for example? He could very well put those shields on everything precious in his court 👀.

What I mean is that we readers know that she wasn't trying to break the shield. That's a fact. BUT DIDN'T THEY KNOW AND NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT HER MAGIC BEING IMMUNE TO THAT OF THE OTHER HIGH LORDS? IT'S AS IF SHE WERE THEM, BECAUSE SHE HAS THEIR ESSENCE, SO HELION'S MAGIC SHOULD ALLOW HER TO REMOVE THAT SHIELD WHENEVER SHE WANTS! Unless, of course, that essence she has from the high lords has a limit, but that wasn't worked out in ACOTAR. SJM wants me to believe that she's awesome, but she's incapable of crossing half of Prythian, so it's clear that she's one of the weakest characters in that saga. Having versatility doesn't give you raw power.

🇧🇷O escudo de Rhysand sobre Feyre é ridículo ✨

Notei que a desculpa de Rhysand e Feyre sobre o escudo em volta dela ser inquebrável e que ela não estava conseguindo quebrar, é ridícula. Feyre destruiu todas as proteções do castelo do rei de Hybern apenas com luz (e antes disso nós só a vimos brilhando enquanto tinha um orgasmo). Mas é óbvio que o roteiro horripilante de SJM não lembrou disso 🙄.

Tipo, na página duzentos e alguma coisa a gente descobre o porquê do escudo (Nyx), mas até lá NINGUÉM menciona que Feyre não conseguir quebrar um escudo feito por um alto senhor é estranho? Helion ensinou, mas foi Rhysand quem o colocou (o que não interfere no meu ponto, ambos são altos lordes). O fato de pensarem que ela realmente não conseguiu quebrar o escudo também não deveria ter feito eles notarem que perderam a vantagem que tinham sobre as outras cortes?

Porque Feyre é fraca, ela não consegue atravessar da fronteira do verão até o meio sem ficar sem magia, e comparando com Lucien, ele conseguiu sair da corte primaveril, ir até illyria e voltar com duas sentinelas, e estava pronto pra voltar com Feyre! A quantidade de magia dela é ✨ insignificante ✨ para um alto grão feerico. Helion descreveu como uma mera escama de peixe, tão pequena que ele não se importou.

O que a torna perigosa é que ela pode passar pelas proteções deles, dos altos lordes! Como fez com Tarquin. fora isso Feyre não assusta ninguém. Aquele ataque a Beron? Surpresa. Se ela tentar outra vez veremos do que um alto senhor escolhido pela magia é feito.

Enfim, o IC não notou que Feyre NÃO CONSEGUINDO QUEBRAR O ESCUDO quer dizer que ela não poderia roubar de Helion, por exemplo? Ele poderia muito bem pôr esses escudos em tudo que é precioso na corte dele 👀.

O que quero dizer é que nós, leitores, sabemos que ela não estava tentando quebrar o escudo. É fato. MAS ELES NÃO SABIAM E NUNCA PENSARAM SOBRE A MAGIA DELA SER IMUNE A DOS OUTROS ALTOS SENHORES? É COMO SE ELA FOSSE ELES, PORQUE ELA TEM A ESSÊNCIA DELES, ENTÃO A MAGIA DE HELION DEVERIA PERMITIR QUE ELA TIRASSE AQUELE ESCUDO QUANDO BEM QUISESSE! A menos, é claro, que essa essência que ela possui dos altos lordes tenha um limite, mas isso não foi trabalhado em ACOTAR. SJM quer que eu acredite que ela é fodona, mas ela é incapaz de atravessar metade de Prythian, então é claro que ela é uma das personagens mais fracas daquela saga.

Ter versatilidade não lhe dá poder bruto

[tozettastone]

I finished reading "Gentlemen of Uncertain Fortune: How Younger Sons Made Their Way in Jane Austen's England" by Rory Muir.

This is a history book that uses examples from Jane Austen novels and also from her relatives and other temporally colocated Georgians to illustrate the careers of non-inheriting gentlemen in the late 18th and early 19th centuries.

So it opens by asking "if the Bennet sisters had all been boys, what would they have done?" and ends by speculating on the answer to that question. In the middle, there's a chapter for each category of gentlemanly profession, ranging from the Church of England to the East India Company.

I do think the framework of "Jane Austen's England" and references to her books is a cynical effort to make the text that Muir actually wanted to write more easily marketed.

But I nevertheless enjoyed nearly everything about this book:

Its scope is narrow enough to feel actually interesting and not so shallow as some other history books

I love the little excerpts from journals and letters that illustrate how these professional men wrote (and spelled!) and how they felt in their own voices

The arrangement of chapters felt organic and orderly and easily understood, and the writing is sedate, unobtrusive and comprehensible, without being stiff or boring

I love the inflation index and the efforts to make the salaries discussed make more sense to modern readers, even in the broadest strokes, and the occasional aside that described what kind of life such a salary might get you

It was interesting and valuable to read reflections on what motives may have caused certain families to choose certain professions, especially as regards the value of connections and patronage

My chief complaint is that the book is very literally falling apart, although this fault cannot fairly be attributed to its writer. It is a recent publication but I had pages just come out no fewer than four times. Rory Muir may be blameless in this scenario but, Yale University Press, I am putting you on notice. Jeez.

Anyway, I think this book has achieved precisely what the writer wanted it to, and it was easy to read to boot. Good stuff.

(This review is also on StoryGraph! You're very welcome to come and join me if you have an account.)

[tecontos]

Como é bom dar pra um negão gostoso. (Maio-2025)

By; Cleide

Oi pessoal,me chamo Cleide, tenho 30 anos, sou professora em uma escola, de cerca de 2 meses pra cá tenho me relacionado com o Eduardo, um professor novato. Nós já transamos uma vez e foi puta gostoso, ele tem um pauzão que acaba com qualquer bocetinha.

E agora vou contar como Eduardo me convenceu a dar a bundinha pra ele.

Como disse chamo-me Cleide, sou branquinha, 1.60, bumbum grande e coxas grossas. O Eduardo um negão com um mastro maravilhoso com uma cabeça vermelha e brilhante que só de imaginar minha bocetinha molha toda de excitação. Depois do nosso primeiro encontro continuamos os amasso lá na escola e também pelo whats as conversas ficaram cada vez mais picantes e ele sempre dizendo que queria muito meu cuzinho e eu sempre dizia que não sabia se conseguiria, pois o pau dele era muito grande, mas o meu tesão estava cada vez maior só de imaginar aquela tora toda rasgando meu cuzinho. Ele, toda oportunidade que tinha, chegava mais cedo na escola e ia até onde eu estava só pra ver se conseguia uma rapidinha ou uma mamada gostosa e às vezes só uns beijos mesmo ele ficava louco, até ao dia que resolvi provocar muito.

Sábado tive que ir trabalhar, então coloquei um vestido tomara que caia e uma calcinha mínima que mal tampava minha bocetinha que, por motivo da minha bunda ser bem grande, ela ficava toda atoladinha. Quando cheguei fiz questão que ele me visse e fui para uma sala, e ele foi atrás. Fiquei de costas pra ele e fui levantando o vestido. Ele veio abaixou na minha frente e passou a língua na minha bocetinha! Enlouqueci na hora. O tesão foi a mil, mas não podíamos fazer nada ali pois tinha gente na sala ao lado. Aí saímos de lá e toda oportunidade que tinha ficava provocando ele, e ele me mandava umas mensagens dizendo como o cacete dele tava duro só de imaginar .

Não aguentava mais de tesão e então arrumei a chave de um banheiro que ficava trancado na escola e mandei uma mensagem onde eu estaria, ele ficou louco com a escola lotada e eu chamando pra uma rapidinha, mas não aguentou e foi ao meu encontro. Todo aquele perigo nos excitava ainda mais.

Eduardo entrou trancamos a porta ele já foi tirando aquele mastro duro pra fora e colocando em minha boca dei uma mamada gostosa, ele me levantou colocou de costas encostada com as mãos na pia e roçou aquele cacete no meu cuzinho me deixando louca de excitação e então, mirou na minha bocetinha e socou de uma vez aquele mastro delicioso que entrou me rasgando toda. O tesão estava tanto que gozei na mesma hora e então ouvi ele gemendo e gozando também ficamos com as pernas bambas mas tínhamos que sair rápido dali. Saímos e Eduardo me mandou uma mensagem dizendo assim

- “meu tesão era tanto que quero agora seu cuzinho de aniversário”

E foi ai que decidi que queria ser arrombada por ele.

E aí, entre um amasso e outro, marcamos um dia pra sairmos. Ele me pediu pra ir de vestido, pois depois do dia da rapidinha ele criou uma tara por vestidos. Dá só uma levantada, arrebitar a bunda, uma arredadinha na calcinha e foder gostoso, os amassos estavam cada dia mais gostosos e até chegar o dia, só de chegar perto dele já ficava com a bocetinha toda molhada de tesão.

E chegou o dia que aquele negão delicioso ia comer minha bundinha com aquele mastro que me enlouquecer só de imaginar. Coloquei um vestido preto e fui ao seu encontro. Quando Eduardo me viu ficou claro sua excitação e a vontade que chegássemos logo ao motel.

No quarto já fui agarrando ele e tirando sua camisa ele rapidamente tirou o pau pra fora eu não esperei nada cai de boca e fui mamando como se não existisse mais nada era um tesão incontrolável o desejo entre nos dois espalhava pelo quarto, Eduardo me apertava toda eu gemia e delirava com aquela tora na boca me levantei fiquei de costas pra ele foi colocando aquele cacete na minha bocetinha só de lembrar já estou com tesão, Eduardo foi me fodendo e me chamando de puta gostosa, cachorra no cio e que eu não escaparia que ele comeria minha bundinha bem gostoso .

Ele primeiro me fodeu em todas as posições imagináveis me fez gozar como uma verdadeira puta já estava com as pernas bambas até que senti que as estocadas estavam aumentando e ele já estava alucinado de tesão me virei rapidamente para ele e senti aquele leite quente todo em meus seios, barriga e um pouca na cara aquele leitinho só fez aumentar ainda mais a vontade de dá o cuzinho.

Tomamos um banho e ficamos nos amassos no banheiro saímos e deitamos lado a lado na cama eu já estava com muito tesão de novo e aquele mastro já estava apontando para o teto de novo e eu não consigo ver um mastro duro que já fico alucinada de tesão e ai faço qualquer loucura, começamos a nos beijar freneticamente com tesão gritando o que realmente queríamos, ele sentou na cama perto da cabeceira e me colocou pra cavalgar novamente pois adoro cavalgar e gozar feito uma cachorra no cio e a medida que ia me esfregando naquela tora e ele me chamando de sua putinha, safada, cachorra que era pra eu gozar de novo que ele queria meu cuzinho de aniversário foi tão excitante que gozei em meio aquelas palavras que naquele momento eram elogios adoro ser bem puta na cama, estava toda tremula de tesão sob efeito daquela gozada que só me virei e disse para ele;

- “toma come meu cuzinho bem gostoso de aniversário”

Nem eu mesma estava acreditando no que eu disse mas o tesão era tanto que eu faria qualquer coisa naquele momento, ele rapidamente pegou um gel lubrificante e começou a passar naquele mastro que as veias latejavam de tesão e haja gel pra tanto cacete, aquela cabeça enorme começou a roçar na portinha do meu cuzinho eu não conseguia parar de pensar no vai e vem daquela tora no meu cuzinho.

Ele foi enfiando aos poucos aquele mastro enorme empurrando até que a cabeça enorme entrou foi uma mistura de dor com tesão, mas com certeza o tesão estava falando bem mais alto, ele esperou um pouco até eu acostumar com aquela cabeçona todinha no meu cuzinho e depois foi socando aos poucos aquela tora e eu sentindo meu cuzinho sendo aberto e arregaçado, não acreditei quando senti as bolas batendo na minha bunda aquilo tudo já estava dentro de mim era uma loucura e ai começou as estocadas fortes ele urrava de tesão me agarrou pelos cabelos e começou a me chamar de puta novamente e muitos outros elogios que me levavam ao delírio.

Ele tinha uma pegada forte e, como se não bastasse, tinha uma estocada poderosa. Ele me possuía assim de uma maneira selvagem. Os movimentos do seu quadril e a forma como o seu mastro por trás de mim, o jeito como suas coxas batiam contra as minhas, a forma como se encaixou na minha bunda, tudo me alucinava. Eu estava quase tonta de tanto prazer. Ele gemia, arfava, estava descontrolado de tesão, e eu também. Só sentia um tesão que tomava conta de mim inteira e senti que ia gozar gostoso gemi como uma cachorra no cio levando vara na bundinha estava matando minha curiosidade se ia conseguir dá para o negão.

Não só consegui como estava me acabando de tanto dá, me fodeu durante muito tempo quando senti que as estocadas estavam mais fortes e ele urrava como um selvagem tirou o cacete de dentro do meu cuzinho e esporrou tudo na minha bunda ele gemia alucinado nem ele acreditava que tinha acabado de foder o cuzinho da puta que até pouco tempo não gostava de negão, o tesão só aumentou mais depois que ele me fodeu de todos os jeitos até o que eu guardava só pro meu maridinho Eduardo conseguiu arrombar com aquele mastro maravilhoso.

Foi à melhor foda da minha vida até hoje, dei muito, sai do motel com as pernas bambas mal conseguia parar em pé, mas tudo valeu apena estava toda ardida de tanto ser fodida e não tem uma sensação melhor do que essa pra uma mulher como eu que sou louca por sexo e coisas novas. Depois disso Eduardo e eu passamos a estarmos sempre indo ao motel, não tem jeito, ele é quem sabe melhor me comer.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Cleide

[folklorriss]

call it what you want | ln4

{ lista principal }

pov: cansado de te ver flertar com seus companheiros, lando decide te lembrar como se comportar como uma boa menina.

- avisos: +18, s/n pov, ciúmes possessivo, leve tortura, alta estimulação, sexo desprotegido (use camisinha, cara!).

- wc: 2.671

Imagens tiradas do Pinterest, todo direito reservado ao seus autores. História ficcional apenas para diversão, não representa a realidade e os personagens utilizados possuem suas próprias vidas e relacionamentos, seja respeitoso. 😊

Antes mesmo que você possa notar, a mão de Lando está no seu pescoço, te prendendo contra a parede ao lado da porta. Ele te beija com força e rispidez, a mão no pescoço nunca deixando de apertar mais e mais, até que fique difícil do ar chegar nos seus pulmões.

“Lando…” você geme contra a boca dele.

Puxando seu lábio inferior com força, ele se afasta.

“Estava bom flertar com Charles e me provocar, amor?” ele afrouxa o agarre em volta do pescoço e se aproxima, o corpo musculoso a prendendo ainda mais contra a parede.

“Eu não…”

“Cala boca.” Lando impulsiona o corpo contra o seu e você choraminga ao sentir o membro duro te pressionar na barriga. “Não mente pra mim, já estou puto o suficiente e você não vai querer piorar, vai amor?”

O tom de voz de Lando faz um arrepio percorrer toda a sua espinha, e você encara os olhos verde-escuros, repletos de luxúria e ciúmes. Você controla o sorriso, pois sabe que isso pioraria a situação, mas, porra, como amava Lando no seu mood puto.

Vocês estavam saindo juntos há quase um ano, mas como tudo era muito complicado envolvendo a vida pública do piloto, mantinham aquilo em segredo. Não era bem um namoro, mas também não era uma amizade colorida, era... algo. Algo complicado e extremamente viciante. Lando era bom pra você em tudo, fosse na cama ou para te confortar num dia ruim, ele sabia te tratar como uma rainha na rua e como uma puta na cama, do jeito que você gostava. E você sempre queria mais e mais.

Como você cresceu no meio do automobilismo, desenvolveu amizade com alguns pilotos, principalmente com Charles, que tinha uma personalidade muito parecida com a sua. O piloto da Ferrari sempre deixou claro o interesse por você, um interesse que você nunca retribuiu, pois, desde que colocou os olhos em Lando, soube que nenhum outro seria como ele.

Mas… Bom, cega você não era. Charles era ridiculamente lindo e um cavalheiro, e era divertido flertar com ele por brincadeira. Nossa, você amava flertar. Foi nessa de brincar de flertar que acabou na cama de Norris um ano atrás. E nunca mais saiu de lá.

Do grid, somente Carlos sabia do caso com Norris, então os outros sempre estavam dando algum tipo de investida em você. Norris não se importava muito; ele se divertia assistindo e mandava mensagens como: 'Mal sabem que é meu nome que você vai gritar no fim da noite.'

Exceto se fosse Charles. Com ele, a história era outra.

Norris sempre teve um ciúme irracional do monegasco, e hoje Charles estava impossível. Vocês estavam no aniversário de Pierre, em um hotel chique no centro da França. Charles usava um terno que caía perfeitamente no corpo esguio, olhos vermelhos e um pouco perdidos por conta do álcool, cabelos suados e aquela maldita correntinha no pescoço. O piloto flertou a noite inteira com você.

Estava divertido e inocente, até você ver o olhar gelado de Lando do outro lado da sala, totalmente preso em você e em Charles, que estava próximo demais para o gosto dele. Os dedos de Lando estavam brancos ao redor do copo, tamanha era a força que ele exercia para segurar o objeto. Uma mão estava no bolso e o maxilar travado, olhar fixo em você como o de um predador.

E ali você soube: estaria ferrada mais tarde.

Mais tarde, no caso, agora.

“Vou te ensinar sobre como se comportar em público.” a boca de Lando está tão próxima que os lábios quentes roçam de leve no seu. Ele sorri e se afasta.

Lando puxa uma das cadeiras que está no canto do quarto e coloca em frente aos pés da cama. Ele se vira e estica a mão para você, um convite para que se aproxime. Respirando fundo, você desgruda da parede e caminha até ele, segurando sua mão.

O piloto te vira de costas para ele e começa a puxar o zíper do vestido, os dedos roçando de leve na sua pele, sensível demais, que se arrepia com o toque. O vestido se amontoa ao seus pés e você sente a mão calejada de Lando alisar sua bunda coberta por uma calcinha branca de renda minúscula.

“Olha só, alguém saiu preparada para mim hoje…” Lando fala calmamente, os dedos prendendo no elástico da delicada peça e puxando com força.

O barulho da peça rasgando faz você fechar os olhos e respirar fundo. A expectativa se amontoa em seu estomago quando sente a mão dele acariciar sua bunda novamente.

O tapa vem sem aviso. O estalo do contato da mão dele com sua pele desnuda ecoa pelo quarto e você aperta os olhos, fechando as mãos com força ao lado do corpo enquanto sente a dor se espalhar pelo local. Calor se acumula entre suas pernas quando ele difere outro tapa, agora do outro lado.

Meu Deus.

“Sentada.” ele sussurra perto do seu ouvido. O que você poderia fazer a não ser obedecer?

Você se senta na cadeira, ainda sentindo a ardência dos tapas. Lando para na sua frente e tira o paletó. Na sequência, ele desfaz o nó da gravata numa lentidão torturante e você aperta as pernas uma na outra. Lando sorri de lado.

“Ansiosa pelo que vou fazer com você?” você balança a cabeça em resposta.

O nó da gravata se desfaz e Lando começa a desabotoar a camisa em uma lentidão torturante. Conforme cada botão é tirado do buraco, sua expectativa sobe um nível. Você quer pular nele, arrancar aqueles botões e beijá-lo até não sentir mais os lábios, mas sabia muito bem como as coisas funcionavam com Lando naquele estado. Ele manda, você obedece. Então tudo que faz é engolir sua ansiedade e assisti-lo.

Quando a camisa finalmente se vai, é a vez do cinto. Seus olhos se arregalam quando você reconhece aquele cinto. Era um acessório especial, o seu cinto, pois tinha um furo a mais para rodear seus pulsos finos. Você se contorce na cadeira, fechando as pernas ainda mais e sentindo a umidade molhar o tecido caro do assento.

Lando para atrás de você e sem nem precisar dizer nada, suas mão automaticamente vão para trás. Você sente o couro em volta dos pulsos quando ele prende suas mãos com o objeto.

O piloto puxa seu cabelo pro lado e deixa um beijo molhado no pescoço. Você se encolhe com o arrepio e, inconscientemente, tenta puxar as mãos. Lando ri e a pequena dor que se espalha pelos pulsos, faz o calor entre as pernas aumentarem.

“Ainda bem que também saí preparado pra você. Nunca se sabe quando minha garota será uma menina má.” ele deixa um beijo no ponto sensível entre sua orelha e pescoço, e se afasta, voltando para sua frente

Você passa a língua pelos lábios, admirando Lando a sua frente. Que visão maravilhosa era Lando Norris sem camisa, calça social frouxa nos quadris, pele bronzeada sob a luz fraca do quarto, músculos marcados no abdômen e braços definidos.

Ele suspira e se ajoelha.

“Abra as pernas.” o ar deixa seus pulmões quando ele toca seu joelho de leve. Você faz o que ele manda e Lando lambe os lábios ao ver sua imtimidade brilhar, molhada e convidativa.

Erguendo o olhar para você, ele se aproxima. Você choraminga quando ele, levemente, beija a parte interna das suas coxas. Você tenta fechar as pernas, mas Lando as agarra e te abre ainda mais.

“Lando.” você resmunga e morde o lábio inferior com força.

“Silêncio, amor, você já falou demais por hoje.” seus olhos estão escuros quanto ele os levanta para você. "Qualquer barulho e eu paro."

Sem aviso prévio ele enterra a cabeça entre suas pernas e você sente a língua quente recolher todo o líquido que escorre ali. Lando aperta suas coxas com força e começa a trabalhar com foco, te chupando, lambendo e te fazendo revirar os olhos de prazer enquanto a língua te penetra.

É uma sensação indescritível tê-lo entre suas pernas, toda vez parecia a primeira vez, toda vez ele fazia algo diferente que te fazia, literalmente, delirar de prazer. Porque era exatamente o que estava acontecendo agora, você via estrelas e sentia seu corpo vibrar enquanto ele circulava a língua sob seu clitoris.

Você quer gritar, o nome dele está preso na sua garganta. Mas Lando não brinca e se qualquer som saísse da sua boca, ele pararia. Ele não podia parar. Você morde o lábio com tanta força para se manter em silêncio que sente um leve gosto de ferro na boca, provavelmente do pequeno corte feito pelos seus dentes.

A ficção do couro no pulso enquanto você se contorce e tenta puxar as mãos torna tudo pior. Você precisa tocar nele, precisa senti-lo mais do que já está sentindo. Você sempre precisa dele.

Sem parar com a língua, Lando coloca um dedo em você e você aproveita a perna solta do agarre para pressionar a cabeça dele. Um segundo dedo é adicionado e ele os contorce quando sente suas paredes os apertarem.

Tortura. Aquilo era tortura. Você comete o erro de abaixar a cabeça e olhar para Lando, que está sorrindo. O maldito está sorrindo entre suas pernas!

A visão seria o suficiente pra te fazer gozar, mas é isso e ele, abrindo e fechando os dedos lentamente dentro de você, o que realmente te levam para a beirada.

O formigamento começa nos pés e sobe com rapidez pelas pernas, atingindo sua barriga e seus braços. A pressão no ventre aumenta e quando Lando raspa seu dedo no ponto G, tudo explode.

E que se foda, você não pode mais aguentar.

Um gemido alto deixa sua boca quando sua cabeça cai para trás e seu corpo treme com o orgasmo intenso que te atinge, braços tensionados e as mãos implorando para serem soltas. Lando se levanta e segura seu rosto, o puxando para encará-lo. Seus olhos estão levemente fechados, mas é o suficiente para vê-lo chupar os dedos que antes estavam dentro de você. Ele fecha os olhos e um pequeno gemido o escapa, então te encara e sorri, lambendo os lábios. Você choraminga com a visão.

Lando desce a mão para seu peito, que sobe e desce com rapidez. Ele traça letras com os dedos melados de saliva e do seu gozo. LN. As letras que ele marca no seu corpo são as iniciais dele.

Ele se abaixa e deixa um beijo rápido entre seus seios.

“Não acabei com você ainda.” ele se apoia nas suas coxas, o olhar ficando no mesmo nível que o seu. A barba está molhada, molhada com o seu líquido e isso faz algo se agitar dentro de você. “Agora é minha vez, amor.”

Lando tira as peças que faltavam e seu membro duro bate no abdômen defindo, pronto para você.

“Me solta.” sua voz sai rouca.

“Desculpa, como é?” Lando te dirige um olhar debochado.

“Quero te tocar, Lando, por favor.”

“Não.” ele se aproxima e apoia um dos pés na cadeira, o membro inchado e pingando fica em frente a sua boca.

“Lan…” um tapa na bochecha te cala e você engole seco, sentindo o meio das suas pernas umedecer novamente. Céus.

“Você acha que merece pedir algo hoje? Me diga, amor, você merece?” ele segura seu rosto com uma mão e você balança a cabeça em negativa. Ele sorri. “Então seja uma boa menina e abre a boca. Agora.”

Você faz o que ele manda, óbvio que faz. Lando preenche sua boca e suspira pesado quando você circula a língua no seu pau duro e inchado. Um gemido também deixa sua boca enquanto se move pra frente e para trás, deslizando-o pela sua língua.

Lando enrola seu cabelo na mão e deixa você guiar os movimento por um instante, a outra mão aperta seu ombro. Ele geme seu nome como um mantra, o líquido pré gozo salga sua língua e escorre pela sua garganta. O piloto começa a se movimentar junto com você, o membro comprido atinge sua garganta com força, lágrimas se acumulam em seus olhos.

Você remexe as mãos e sente a dor se espalhar pelo pulso, tem certeza que vai deixar marca tamanha força que faz para se soltar; mas não liga, está louca para tocá-lo, para senti-lo por completo. Erguendo o olhar marejado, você geme com o pau dele na boca, numa tentativa de convence-lo a te soltar. Uma lágrima escorre pela sua bochecha e Lando a captura com o polegar.

“Desesperada pra me tocar, amor?” ele está suando, o abdômen se contraindo com a força que faz ao entrar e sair da sua boca. Você balança a cabeça em concordância, sugando-o com força antes de se afastar.

“Por favor, Lan.” você choraminga. “Por favor…”

Tomando-o de volta na boca, Lando revira os olhos de prazer e se abaixa para soltar seus braços, que caem moles feito gelatina ao lado do seu corpo. Suas mãos vão direto para as coxas definidas dele e você aumenta o movimento, enquanto o puxa para mais perto.

“Amor, porra…” Lando geme e agarra seus cabelos.

Pequenos jatos atingem o fundo da sua garganta e Lando se afasta, te levantando da cadeira e te jogando de bruços na cama a frente.

Sem aviso prévio, ele está dentro de você e seus gemidos se misturam. É quente, apertado e extremamente molhado. Lando apoia as mãos na sua cintura para pegar impulso e investe contra você com força, apertando seu corpo no colchão. Você grita o nome dele até sua garganta doer e se contorce quando ele segura sua garganta, ainda te penetrando com força, forte.

“Vai gozar pra mim de novo, amor? Hm? Vai?” ele deixa um tapa na sua bunda e os movimentos começam a ficar desconexos.

“Sim, sim, porra, sim.” você choraminga.

Lando geme e apoia a testa nas suas costas enquanto diminui os movimentos. Você sente o líquido quente te preencher e se misturar com o seu, no orgasmo que vem pela segunda vez.

Se afastando, ele te vira lentamente e se abaixa entre suas pernas, lambendo lentamente o líquido que escorre da sua intimidade. Você se retorce com o contato, sensível com os orgamos e estimulação.

“Dá um tempo, por favor.” você sussurra, fraca demais para lidar com aquilo.

Lando ri e se esgueira pelo seu corpo, alcançando seus lábios inchados e vermelhos de chupá-lo. Ele beija docemente o pequeno corte no seu lábio e puxa seus pulsos para perto, dando um beijo em cima de cada listra vermelha que se formou ali.

“Todos esses machucados por que não sabe ficar quieta mesmo, huh?” ele ergue uma sobrancelha e ri. Você acompanha, dando de ombros. O piloto acaricia seus cabelos e fica sério de repente, passando os olhos pelo seu rosto e suspirando.

“O que foi?” você acaricia a bochecha vermelha dele.

“Tenho uma coisa pra você.” ele sussurra e vai em direção a mala.

Você se senta e Lando volta para a cama com uma caixinha preta. Ele se senta na sua frente e entrega, indicando com a cabeça para que você abra.

Dentro da caixa, um pingente dourado com o número 4 brilha pra você. Você sorri e ergue olhar pra ele.

“Uma coleira, Lando Norris?” ele revira os olhos e você se inclina para beijá-lo. “To brincando, eu amei. Coloca?”

Entregando a caixinha para ele, você se vira e ergue o cabelo. Lando coloca a joia em você e deixa um beijo na lateral do seu pescoço.

“Comprei faz um tempo, estava esperando o momento certo.” você se vira, subindo no colo dele, uma perna de cada lado do quadril e braços em volta do pescoço. Ele rodeia sua cintura e sorri. “O colar não é porque você me pertence, mas porque eu te conheço bem demais e não quero mais fingir que não.”

Você sorri lentamente pra ele, sentindo-se completamente apaixonada.

“Então agora somos namorados?”

“Chame o que quiser” ele dá de ombros. “Mas assim que amanhecer o mundo inteiro vai saber que estou melhor do que jamais estive. E que você é minha.”

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

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Touma passava os dedos pelo teclado perdido em pensamentos, mas foi tirado desse transe com o barulho de Callie descendo as escadas carregando uma mala consigo.

Touma: Callie…?

Touma: O que é isso, você está indo embora??

Callie: Eu preciso ir, Touma… Eu preciso de espaço, preciso… de tempo. Esse lugar está me sufocando.

Touma se aproximou um pouco, sem saber se deveria tocá-la ou não. A distância entre eles parecia maior do que nunca, e isso o consumia por dentro.

Touma: E tudo que eu fiz, Callie, não valeu de nada? Não precisa ser assim, eu… eu não queria que as coisas chegassem a esse ponto.

Callie: Eu sei, eu também não queria isso… Eu também sei que não tenho direito de te cobrar honestidade quando não fiz o mesmo mas… (suspira)

Touma: Eu estava tentando evitar que você se machucasse ainda mais. Eu não queria que você tivesse esperança só para depois ver isso ser destruído, mas eu também pretendia te contar, só que não era o momento.

Num impulso desesperado, ele segurou o rosto dela delicadamente entre as mãos. Seus polegares tocaram suavemente as bochechas de Callie.

Callie: Como você acha que eu me sinto agora, sabendo que… que eu não vou poder ter um filho? Nossa relação não é mais o que era…

Touma abaixou a cabeça e fechou os olhos sem saber o que dizer, ele se sentia impotente ao ver que todo o esforço que ele colocou na relação estava caindo por terra diante de seus olhos.

Callie: Eu te amo, Touma, e… Me desculpa, de verdade… por tudo… Mas eu não posso mais ficar aqui, fingindo que está tudo bem. Eu sou grata por tudo que fez e não é só os últimos acontecimento… Sempre fomos diferentes um do outros, planos e ideias diferentes. Tudo isso é só um reflexo de tudo o que a gente escondeu, tudo o que a gente nunca teve coragem de resolver.

Touma: Eu já falei que da minha parte não importa.

Callie: Mas pra mim importa! Essa relação, ela… Virou um peso e mesmo que você não fale, eu sei que pensa o mesmo e não adianta ficarmos insistindo em algo que não tem mais futuro.

Callie respirou fundo, lutando contra a vontade de desistir de tudo e ficar. Ela se virou lentamente e, sem pensar, envolveu seus braços ao redor dele, puxando-o para um abraço apertado. Touma a segurou com força, como se segurasse um pedaço de sua própria alma.

Callie: Eu deixei… (a voz falha) Eu deixei a aliança no quarto. Acho que, no fundo, a gente sabia que esse momento ia chegar, né?

Ela não esperou uma resposta. Simplesmente virou-se e saiu, deixando um Touma confuso e perdido.

Ele tentou o máximo que pôde, mas Callie estava certa, ele estava carregando a relação deles com muito esforço e tentava ignorar muita coisa pelo bem de ambos, mas isso não fazia sua dor ser menor, ele ainda a amava muito…

Touma: What’s going on? Are you leaving??

Callie: I need to go, Touma... I need space, I need... time. This place is suffocating me.

Touma moved a little closer, unsure whether he should touch her or not. The distance between them felt greater than ever, and it consumed him from the inside.

Touma: And everything I did, Callie, wasn’t it worth anything? It doesn’t have to be like this, I... I didn’t want things to get to this point.

Callie: I know, I didn’t want this either... I also know I have no right to demand honesty from you when I haven’t done the same, but... (sighs)

Touma: I was trying to prevent you from getting hurt even more. I didn’t want you to have hope only to see it destroyed later, but I also planned on telling you, it just wasn’t the right time.

In a desperate impulse, he gently held her face in his hands. His thumbs softly brushed Callie’s cheeks.

Callie: How do you think I feel now, knowing that... that I won’t be able to have a child? Our relationship isn’t what it used to be...

Touma lowered his head and closed his eyes, not knowing what to say. He felt powerless, watching as all the effort he’d put into the relationship crumbled before his eyes.

Callie: I love you, Touma, and... I’m really sorry, for everything... But I can’t stay here anymore, pretending that everything is fine. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, and it’s not just about the recent events... We’ve always been different from each other, with different plans and ideas. All of this is just a reflection of everything we’ve hidden, everything we never had the courage to fix.

Touma: I’ve already told you, from my side, it doesn’t matter.

Callie: But it matters to me! This relationship... it became a burden, and even if you don’t say it, I know you feel the same. It’s no use insisting on something that doesn’t have a future anymore.

Callie took a deep breath, struggling against the urge to give up on everything and stay. She turned slowly and, without thinking, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Touma held her back with all his strength, as if holding onto a piece of his own soul.

Callie: I left... (her voice falters) I left the ring in the room. I think, deep down, we knew this moment was going to come, right?

She didn’t wait for an answer. She simply turned and left, leaving a confused and lost Touma behind.

He had tried as hard as he could, but Callie was right. He had been carrying their relationship with so much effort, trying to ignore many things for the sake of both of them. But that didn't make his pain any smaller; he still loved her deeply…

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[wander-wren]

every once in a while i like to poke my head into "anti [x]" tags just to see what the other side thinks. recently i was looking through "anti ao3" and found a really funny post claiming that ao3 is not anticapitalist, but actually the Definition Of Capitalism, bc it relies on volunteer labor while supposedly having the money to pay a staff.

oh, honey.

but i am not going to make unsubstantiated claims on the internet, no, and this gives me an excuse to look at ao3's whole budget myself, which i've been meaning to do for a while. these numbers are taken from the 2022 budget post and budget spreadsheet.

ao3's total income for 2022, from the two donation drives, regular donations, donation matching programs, interest, and royalties was $1,012,543.42. less than $300 of that was from interest and royalties, so it's almost all donations. and that's a lot, right? surely an organization making a million dollars a year can afford to pay some staff, right?

well, let's look at expenses. first of all, they lose almost $37,000 to transaction fees right away. ao3 and fanlore (~$341k and ~$18k, respectively) take up the biggest chunks of the budget by far. that money pays for, to quote the 2022 budget post, "server expenses—both new purchases and ongoing colocation and maintenance—website performance monitoring tools, and various systems-related licenses."

in some years, otw also pays external contractors to perform audits for security issues, and for more servers to handle the growing userbase. servers are expensive as hell, guys. in 2022, new server costs alone were $203k.

each of their other programs only cost around $3,000 or less, and otw paid around $78k for fundraising and development. wait, how do you lose so much money on your fundraising?? from the 2022 budget post: "Our fundraising and development expenses consist of transaction fees charged by our third-party payment processors for each donation, thank-you gift purchases and shipping, and the tools used to host the OTW’s membership database and track communications with donors and potential donors."

then the otw paid an additional $74k in administration expenses, which covers "hosting for our website, trademarks, domains, insurance, tax filing, and annual financial statement audits, as well as communication, management, and accounting tools."

in case you weren't following all of that math, the total expenses for 2022 come out to $518,978.48. woah! that's a lot! but it's still only a little over half of their net revenue. weird. i wonder what they do with that extra $494k?

well, $400k of it goes to the reserves, which i'll get to in a second. the last $93k, near as i can tell, gets rolled over to the next year. i'll admit this part i'm a little unsure about, as it's not clear on the spreadsheet, but that's the only thing that makes sense.

the reserves, though are clear. the most recent post i could find on the otw site about it were in the board meeting minutes from april 2, 2022: "We’re holding about $1million in operating cash that is about twice the amount of our annual operating costs. There is another $1million in reserves due to highly successful fundraisers in the past. The current plan for the reserves is to hold the money for paid staff in the future. It’s been talked about before in the past and we’re still working out the details, but it’s a rather expensive undertaking that will result in large annual expenses in addition to the initial cost of implementation."

woah....they're PLANNING to have paid staff eventually! wild!

so let's assume, for easy numbers, that the otw currently has $1.5 million in reserves. before we even get to how to use that money, let's look at the issues with implementing paid staff:

deciding which positions are going to be paid, because it can't be all of them

deciding how much to pay them, bc minimum wage sure as hell isn't enough, and cost of living is different everywhere, and volunteers come from all over the world

hiring staff and implementing new systems/tools to handle things like payroll and accounting

making sure you continue to earn enough money both to pay all of the staff and have some in reserves for emergencies or leaner donation drives

probably even more stuff than that! i don't run a nonprofit, that's just what i can think of off the top of my head.

okay, okay, okay. for the sake of argument, let's assume there is a best-case scenario where the otw starts paying some staff tomorrow. how much should they be paid? i'm picking $15 an hour, since that's what we fought for the minimum wage to be. by now, it should be closer to $20 or $25, but i'm trying to give "ao3 is capitalism" the fairest shot it can get here, okay?

ideally, if someone is being paid to help run ao3, they shouldn't need a second job. every job should pay enough to live off of. and running a nonprofit is hard work that leads to a lot of burnout--two board members JUST resigned before their terms were up. what i'm saying is, i'm going to assume a paid otw staff is getting paid for 40 hours of work a week, minimum. that's $31,200.

at $400,000 per year, the otw can afford to pay 12 people. that's WITHOUT taking into account the new systems, tools, software, etc they would have to pay for, any kind of fees, etc, etc.

oh, and btw, if you're an american you're still making barely enough to survive in most places, AND you don't have universal healthcare, vision, or dental. want otw to give people insurance, too? the number of people they can pay goes down.

it's. not. possible.

a million dollars is a lot of money on the face of it, but once you realize how MUCH goes into running something like the otw, it goes away fast.

just for reference, wikipedia also has donation drives every year. wikipedia, as of 2021, has $86.8 million in cash reserves and $137.4 million in investments. sure, wikipedia and ao3 are very different entities, but that disparity is massive. and i should note that if you give $10 to wikipedia they don't give you voting rights, i'm just saying.

by the way, you may have noticed that i didn't mention legal costs at all here. isn't one of otw's big Things about how they do legal advocacy?

yes, it is. they have a whole page about that work. and i can't for the life of me find a source on otw's website (and i'm running out of time to write this post, i'll look harder later), but i am 90% sure i learned before that most, if not all, of otw's legal work/advice/etc is done pro bono. i've also seen an anti-ao3 person claim their legal budget is only $5k or so, but they didn't have a source. but keep in mind that if they don't have a legal budget, all the numbers above stay the same, and if they do, there is even less money available for paid staff.

you can criticize ao3 and the otw all you want! there are many valid reasons to criticize them, and i do not think they're perfect either. but if you're going to do so, you should at least make sure you can back up your claims, bc otherwise you just look silly.

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[imagineanime2022]

The Variable *Part 7*

Caspian Keyes X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2553

Requested: @twilight5139

Request: part seven i beg youuuu!!!!!!!

Warning: Talk of hyper vigilance in regards to the reader, paragraph breaks in weird places because Tumblr wouldn't let me post it

*Part 6*

You had managed to get a few tickets to London. Maddie and Caspian spent a day making a new body for MIST at her request with as many functions as they could. You made sure that they both ate and took breaks where they needed to and eventually the project was finished and you were all able to make your way around London to find your next UI.

You were trying to keep attention off of yourselves but MIST still didn’t understand how to do that. Given the fact that there was a small robot seemingly moving around on its own drew attention all on it’s own. You and Maddie followed behind MIST, eyes widening as the man filming a video bumped into her “Cool robot.” He turned the camera to her and Maddie moved forward. “Sorry, new toy.” She said quickly as you latched onto the end of the lie. “Hey I know you're excited but be careful kid, we’re visiting remember.” You smiled as you gestured for her to come back over to you, the man shrugged and started walking away as Caspian stepped up behind you. “Good save.” His head was low shielding his face from any cameras, you squeezed his hand in silent acknowledgement. “You have to be careful.” Maddie crouched to talk to MIST who made a face of disapproval. “He bumped into me.” She argued, you smiled softly “maybe if you didn’t use a rice cooker for this body-” “You were the one that wanted to experience the physical world.” Maddie shot back, cutting her off as she fiddled with things. “I can upgrade you later. How are the legs working?” “I can sense the dents and cracks in the pavement, it’s really wonderful. Thanks Maddie.” Caspian led you forward, eyes on his phone as you walked behind a protesting crowd and a CCTV camera. You stumbled slightly as you tried to keep up, hissing as pain traveled through your shoulder. “Sorry.” Caspian stabilised you as Maddie caught up with you. “Caspian slow down.” Maddie had just caught up with you as you got to the crossing. “Do you think he’s slowing down?” Caspian asked. “Who?” Maddie asked. “All these people partying ‘cause the world’s back online. They have no idea that he’s out there or what he’s gonna do.” You had known Caspian long enough to know who he was talking about but you were sure that Maddie got once he finished the sentence. “What is Stephen Holstrom’s UI going to do?” MIST asked, a valid question and not one that you had an answer to. “Won’t Safe Surf slow him down? It’s an anti UI countermeasure.” Maddie suggested. “Yeah that’s what worries me.” Caspian answered. “Oh. So, you know that he’s going to do because you're his clone?” MIST asked, Caspian didn’t give her an answer instead looked down at his phone.

“MIST don’t call him that, he’s Caspian not Stephen. They share genes nothing more” You tried to keep your tone light, you didn’t want her to think that you were angry with her but you wanted to prevent any more uncomfortable conversation like this. “Studies of behavioural genetics suggest--” “They don’t.” Maddie argued as Caspian pulled you with him “they don’t.” You all walked in silence for a little while before Caspian spoke again. “Look I don’t share his vision for the future, but we know what it is. Humanity uploaded, the natural world heals itself. The problem is humanity heard the word upload and said no. He doesn’t like that word and I don’t know what he’s going to do MIST but I’m afraid of it.” “So to oppose him, you have to help find and create a stronger UI which is in line with his goal of humanity uploaded.” MIST listed the last part of the plan. “Just ignore her.” Maddie said after a sigh and changed the subject. “This is it? The colocation?” “It’s a boutique. Security cams were all busted up during the offline riots. I’ll grab the key.” He said letting go of your hand and walking towards the building, your eyes cast down the road making sure that there was no one watching or following your groups. “I saw this phrase on some of the signs in the crowd. What does it mean?” MIST asked, you looked over at the two before glancing at the wall where someone had painted ‘die now, live forever’ on the wall. “It means not everyone is saying no to Holstorm’s future.” Maddie answered.

You had all finally made it somewhere relatively safe for the moment, Maddie was watching Olivia Evans' speech again. Olivia was the next candidate for the UI god, someone who seemed to have all the qualities that you were looking for. “Got it! Wait, are you watching that again?” Caspian asked as he got closer. “Just making sure that we didn’t miss anything.” Maddie answered. “We didn’t.” Caspian assured her. “How do you know?” She turned to face him . “We’ve been over this Oliva Evans was dedicated to preventing human-UI conflict before anyone was even uploaded.” Caspian explained. “Exactly.” Maddie answered, it seemed that they had switched roles “this talk id from five years ago when all this was theoretical.” “I know what you're saying Maddie but I don’t think that we have much of a choice. She doesn’t seem like the type to have changed her mind now. Especially with the way that the world has reacted.” You explained. “But if you're worried then ask her, make sure that you are 100% before doing it. You have the time to ask her some questions, so use it.” “Right,” Maddie nodded. “I’ve reviewed all of her papers, Maddie, her most recent one in 2019 explores possible methods for peaceful relations. She suggests the first upload must maintain regular contact with their human families.” MIST explained.

“She was right about that.” Caspian added. “As long as we don’t rush into this, we don’t want to make another mistake.” Maddie finally said. “What happened with Joey wasn’t our fault.” Caspian said. “I was convinced she was the one.” Maddie looked at the floor. “So were we.” You said. “No, you weren’t, you wanted a more cautious approach.” Maddie argued. “Which is what we are going to do this time.” Caspian said. “I pinged British intelligence through a VPN called out Olivia by name and dropped a link to en encrypted-” “You what? You already messaged them?” Maddie asked. “The meeting place is a zero trust network safe for her, safe for us.” Caspian began walking towards the door that you had been standing next to not phased by Maddie’s little outburst. He puts the key card in the door and then opens it to a large server room. “My message said if she wants the cure she’ll come along.” “I think I’d feel better if we weren’t doing this on her home turf.” Maddie argued with crossed arms. “Bit late for that one.” You said from your place beside her and she just rolled her eyes. “She can’t trace us back here, we're safe.” Caspian reassured her. “She doesn’t know where we are and she doesn’t know who we are.”

It had been a couple of minutes Maddie settled talking to MIST while you stood with Caspian “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah fine.” you answered. “Your shoulder?” He asked, turning his attention to you completely as his gaze lingered. “It’s nothing, I think it’s still niggly because of the incident at Joey’s place, it’s nothing, it'll settle down.” Your hand rested on your injured shoulder. “Mmm.” Caspian hummed as he stepped closer to you gently lacing his fingers with yours as he rested his forehead against yours “just be careful.” His eyes moved to where your bruises would be, they were covered by a high collar shirt to avoid any questions. “Where’s the cap gone?” You asked running your free hand through his hair. “In my bag.” He answered. “Good, looks good on you.” You answered. “Really?” He asked. “I like my men mysterious.” You teased. “Men?” Caspian knocked his nose against your, eliciting a small giggle. “Man.” You rolled your eyes at the correction before tilting your head towards the computer. “You should get ready.” “Are you sure that you don’t want to come in?” He asked. “I’m sure, you and Maddie can handle it.” You said as you looked at him, lifting your joint hands and pointing a single finger in the direction of the computer “come on get to work.” Caspian pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before getting to work on setting the link up to meet Olivia. “We’re on.” Caspian said after a beep signalling the connection was up, you watched as they put the head sets on.

“You aren’t going?” MIST asked as she moved over to where you had settled yourself on the floor. “No.” You answered leaning back against the server towers “I don’t really like it in there and someone has to stay out here to make sure that nothing happens to them.” “I guess.” MIST twisted her body slightly as if looking around. “You think something will happen?” “I… There’s this thing that happens to humans after trauma, you probably know more about it then I do, it’s called hypervigilance.” You said. “Hypervigilance?” a confused face flashes over her display. “It’s hyperawareness of my surroundings and perceived threats, it often causes over reactions to those threats even if my rational mind knows that’s not there.” You explained. “You mean like when you keep looking around all the time or when you flinch at loud noises?” MIST asked. “Exactly.” You answered. “Why?” MIST asked. “Because the brain processes the incident incorrectly and then processes every unwanted input as a threat and acts accordingly.” You explained. “It’s a defence mechanism, to try and make sure that nothing ever hurts me again.” Your eyes moved to Maddie and Caspian as they took off their headsets, you patted her head “we’ll talk more later, it looks like it’s your turn. Everything okay?” “Fine.” Caspian answered “She agreed.” “She seems like the right person?” You asked now looking at Maddie, who nodded in confirmation.

Caspian took a couple of minutes to set everything up while Maddie explained everything that they had spoken about with Olivia. “I hope we’re doing the right thing.” He said after a few minutes. “There’s only so much we can control.” Maddie answered sitting on the other side of MIST , in front of you, “I mean, even if we were 100% on the same page about giving the cure to Olivia or Farhad, or both. It’s ultimately up to my little sister here anyway.” You gave her a soft smile one that she returned before looking back down at MIST. “And even after we cure them, they can change their minds about being the guardian.” “I thought I was supposed to be the pessimist.” Caspian teased. “Just saying how it is, I feel like we’re doing our best, honestly, given the circumstances.” Maddie said and you nodded. “Mmm.” Caspian hummed as he leaned over resting his head atop yours. “You don’t?” Maddie asked. “I guess I feel, if we do nothing, choose nobody, then Holstrom gets to decide the future.” Caspian finally answered. “He thinks he’s not the team pessimist.” You mumbled, he poked your side causing you to jump away from his hand before settling again. “So you two are the team optimists?” Caspian asked. “Team leaders.” You answered. “Leaders?” He asked. “Co-leaders.” Maddie doubled down as you leaned over and high fived her. There was beeping that drew your attention to MIST, both Caspian and Maddie got ready to go back into VR. “Be careful.” You warned. “Always.” Caspian promised. It literally took minutes before Casapina was snatching his head set off and frantically typing. “What happened?” You asked moving into a more ready position as you looked at the door of the room. “Stephen Holstrom.” Maddie answered. “He’s there?” You asked. “He got to Farhad first.” Maddie said as you looked down at MIST. “What happens now?” You asked. “We cure her.” Caspian answered. They headed back in while you kept watch now aware of what could become a physical threat, what followed was the longest 10 minutes of your life but eventually Maddie, Caspian and MIST all disconnected from the server unharmed. “Are you guys okay?” You asked. “We are, Olivia is dead.” Maddie answered “If we didn’t ask her to be the guardian, she’d still be alive.” “The flaw would have killed her.” Caspian argued. “At least now we know Holstrom is vulnerable.” “Seriously?” Maddie asked. “Regrets a waste of energy-” “What Caspian means to say is that while we can’t just look at the negatives of this, I never wanted anyone to get hurt but the information we got meant that her sacrifice was not in vain, now we just need to make sure that we use that information to get rid of the threat so no one else has to suffer the same fate.” You explained. “Once we get rid of him we can convince the world of the other UIs' innocence.” “Wait so now you’re letting him set the bar?” Maddie asked. “I’ll get the cab.” Caspian said, closing the laptop and walking out of the room.

“Caspian! I know it wasn’t easy seeing him.” Maddie said, Caspian didn’t respond, only continued on his way. “He doesn’t mean-” “I know.” Maddie said softly. “I just wish he would talk about it more.” “He will, he just needs time to process himself.” You answered, “Come on, it'll be okay.” Maddie started unplugging MIST. “Why did you even ask for this body?” Maddie suddenly asked. “You said I didn’t understand the physical world and wanted to show me.” MIST answered. “Olivia showed me that UIs experience the world in a fully sensory way, far more embodied than even humans. Is that the same for you?” Maddie asked. You glanced towards the front of the building, a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen to Caspian, ignoring the feeling as you turned back to Maddie. “Ready?” You asked. “Yeah.” She stood and MIST followed you both as you made your way out. Caspian waved you both over as a car sped around the corner two people getting out and grabbing Caspian, they threw a bag over his head as you dove forward, one of them knocking you back, you hit the ground hard as they shoved him into the car and sped off. You stumbled up both you and Maddie trying to follow the unmarked taxi only to realise that there were far too many of them on the street to know which one it was.

This was the second time that you and Caspian had been split up, this time you were the one that needed to find him. With very little information and a supercomputer, there was no way that you weren’t going to find. “Come on Maddie.” You walked back to where Caspian’s hat had fallen off picking it up off the ground. “You think that you guys can help me find him?” “Yeah let’s go.” She nodded as you flagged down the next taxi that showed up to get moving.

*Part 8*

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[justeclotilde]

Thoughts on LEGO Monkie Kid, pacing, and season 5

I’m taking this from Twitter, but basically this thread about “Say something BAD about the show Monkie Kid” came up and my biggest gripe so far has been :  The show has way too short episodes. Like, 11min30. And tries to do SO MUCH in those 11min30 that either somethings get scrapped (DBFamily but not just that) or big important elements get solved way too fast (Samadhi fire and broken scroll among other things). And it steams I think from the fact that the show went from episodic to serialised while keeping the same amount of time. 

I ramble :  I see a lot of newcomers say that they jumped s1 and 2 and really started with s3/4, and while everyone has their reasons I think that’s silly Because that format is what made me love the characters and settings in the first place. The episodes are short, so the show can only focus on a tiny thing, but sprinkled LBD being a menace throughout the season, with the spider gang being a menace. And now ? lBD is still reveared as one of the best villains, and Spidergang is still very appreciated. Same thing for DBF : Red Son was slowly developed through s1, and returned on s3 Granted he wasn’t in s2, but since he was a major part of s1, and the spider queen special, we grew to care about him and the family to an extent. Because that’s what the show is good at ! Characters interactions, character personalities, CHARACTERS !! And now, the show is going for serialised, which is great and maintains attention, but it wants to do too much with the same amount of time: - In s2 : LBD took 10 ep to build her mech. MK started slowly to grow, and his relationships were explored one ep at a time. Slowly. - In s4 : we lose SWK, MK meets Azure, we learn about Tang, Pigsy and Sandy through their ancestors, we start to question MK’s existence, Monkey MK, the scroll is a menace, Azure betrays the group, MK loses his mentor and morale, DBF is important but scrolled, the JE is defeated and BAM world explodes we have to kill God in 4 episodes now. 

Granted for the characters as well it feels rushed. We don’t have to see everything either. Of course. They have a life outside the show. And overall they did a good job in those 11 bloody minutes 30.

But

But

But.

Now that we have a bit of breathing room, maybe it’s time to have that character moment by episode we’ve been asking for instead of cramming feelings and heartfelt conversations in an episode while the world is teared apart outside. Especially since we’ve seen the characters go through hell for a whole season. MK needs to breath but he isn’t the only one. We could have an episode on Red Son and his time in the scroll, an episode on MK going monkey a whole episode, an episode on SWK and Macaque in coloc, an episode on Tang Pigsy and Sandy trying to get back to their lives since they’re the most normal of the bunch - technically (cuz apparently having episodes focused on them in s4 wasn’t enough to have conversations about it but that’s a gripe i have with the community for LATER). We could have SWK and DBF reminisce on their time together, since DBK is one of the last friend that doesn’t QUITE hate him anymore, or an episode on how Nezha starts rebuilding Heaven by himself while keeping the JE power safe, or an episode on Mei just being awesome honestly, like just Mei observing MK going insane and being the girlboss she is, especially since she went through the whole “excess power that could kill everyone you love” and is still living with that, in a way. That could answer where the Samadhi fire business went. Cuz like in real life some things are tamed but don’t disappear, she might still be struggling but has learned to live with it. And MK is going through a similar path. We could also have Red Son in this one since he’s honestly the most controlled in a way.

And through all that… discretly… the world starts to break apart again ? Tears appear and with it new monsters and ghosts of the past maybe start seeping from the Underworld ? Maybe an unmasked man tries to prevent Mk’s attemps at coming back to some normal because as long as he’s confused and scared he stays the Harbinger of Chaos ? Idk ! TL:DR A lot of critics I see sum up as « They should show this more, why did THIS disappear out of nowhere, this is wasted potential », which seeps from the show not having time to show all that happens at once. Maybe it’s time to take a breather and tackle the problems one at a time again, ep by ep, like in season 2. And then go back to « We’re all gonna die in 4 episodes » to get the panic back on track.

Anyway Please come talk to me about the show and your theories, or headcanons about what the characters are doing now that the wreck of S4 has rolled past them. I wanna talk about my babies some more...

[viajandopelomar]

Hey, what if we used the reincarnation manhwa plot and had a Nesta fan reincarnate in her body, still human? Or it could be as a fairy, but I thought of human 🤔.

As a fairy, she would have more difficulty "avenging" Nesta (we're talking about a fan's revenge for everything that was done by the IC to her favorite character, and she has access to Nesta's memories, and therefore, she will feel her fear, anguish, pressure when Cassian corners her, etc). It's interesting because when I thought about it, I thought about putting points where she rethinks about people. Like, it was desperation that made Feyre agree with Rhsyand to take Nesta to the house, but why didn't Feyre deal with Nesta herself, but put someone else to do the job? Nesta would visit her before that solstices a few times a month, it was Feyre who pushed her away by putting the rent on her head.

So, from the perspective of a fan who sees everything from the outside and knows that Feyre is also in a shitty relationship, what would it be like (but I personally believe that Feyre deserves the misery she finds herself in for the simple reason that she is a daemati and is not mind-controlled, she is only manipulated because she is stupid and I HATE characters who are deceived 🙄)? What if she entered Nesta's body as a human, how would she achieve stability and power to deal with the queens? She would have to deal with human/fae politics.

interesting, isn't it? Someone think about it and write 😉

🇧🇷 Ei, e se usássemos a trama de manhwa de reincarnações e fizéssemos uma fã de Nesta reencarnar no corpo dela, ainda humana? ou pode ser como fada, mas eu pensei em humana 🤔.

como fada ela teria mais dificuldade pra "vingar" Nesta (estamos falando da vingança de uma fã sobre tudo que foi feito pelo IC a sua personagem favorita, e ela tem acesso as memórias de Nesta, e portanto, vai sentir o medo dela, a angústia, a pressão quando Cassian a encurrala, etc). é interessante porque quando pensei nisso, pensei em colocar pontos onde ela repensasse sobre as pessoas. tipo, foi o desespero que fez Feyre concordar com Rhsyand em levar Nesta para a casa, mas porque Feyre não lidou com Nesta ela mesma, mas colocou outra pessoa pra fazer o serviço? Nesta ia visita-la antes daquele solstícios algumas vezes por mês, foi Feyre quem a afastou colocando o aluguel sobre sua cabeça.

então, da perspectiva de uma fã que vê tudo por fora e sabe que Feyre também está em um relacionamento de merda, como seria (mas eu particularmente acredito que Feyre merece a miséria na qual se encontra pelo simples motivo que ela é uma daemati e não tem a mente controlada, ela só é manipulada porque é burra e eu DETESTO personagens que são enganados 🙄)? e se ela entrasse no corpo de Nesta como humana, como ela alcançaria estabilidade e poder para lidar com as rainhas? ela teria de lidar com as políticas humano/feéricas.

é algo interessante, não é? alguém pense a respeito e escreva 😉