#you can put a random number in a case and for a while keep going and it works

[morallygay]

The thing is that I often refuse to say or accept things even as a joke bc I perceive the ideological implications. Any take that isn’t true will have bad ideological implications by definition. Which is also why something being the truth is also always important to recognize simply by virtue of it being the truth. It only “doesn’t matter” when you (or I btw I’m included in this generic-you, it’s not like I’m omniscient) don’t see how it matters but it always does down the line bc anything that is not true will at some point be incoherent with reality

[transformers-spike]

After the autobots eating puss hc I AM BEGGING for the Decepticons counterpart. Please please please pleaseeeeee I need my evil boys and girls eating pussy and eating it GOOD

Will be doing the cons I've seen until now in the show. So sorry Shockwave, you gotta wait this out.

Dreadwing is, to put it simply, horrible at eating out. Please don’t hold it against him, he wasn’t exactly out there back on Cybertron, and things got even worse when he was cooped up in his spaceship hunting down Autobots and Wreckers. Can he even remember when he last ate valve? Probably, Cybertronians have better memories than humans, but there’s no way he doesn’t cringe inside recalling the event. He has no idea what he’s doing, he’s the furthest thing from a Casanova, the antithesis of a sex god. Show him some mercy and give him instructions, he’ll listen to them as best he can, you just wish he would go harder and stop holding back like you’re made of glass. To be fair, by Cybertronian standards you’re extremely fragile, but… you trust him enough not to kill you with his glossa. It’s all awkward licks without your input, staring down at your pussy like it’s a bomb he has to defuse, and it’s not very sexy when he’s analyzing your genitals instead of eating you out. He can treat you like a gentlebot as much as he wants, protectively cupping you in his servo while on his knees, bringing your little body to his intake and ex-venting against it, leaving shivers down your spine. But the second he gets to work it feels like you bought a vibrator on Temu and received a bootleg PS5 controller. Either you beat the circumstances and cum against his face, or you make no progress in the span of hours. Cut the guy some slack, he’s trying his best to please.

Skyquake has the opposite problem. No, sadly not in the sense that he can tongue fuck you until you see Primus and get a drawn out “Nice” from their God/Creator/Dad. Bad cunnilingus runs in the family. The issue is, he’s too rough. If it’s not the general glossa to clit action, it’s the way he’s holding you in his servos, digits wrapped too tightly around your itty bitty body, enough to make you wince. He will adjust his grip if asked, but don’t expect him to remember during the entire act. You offer a prayer to the fallen Cybertronians who had their anterior nods bitten off by a walking jet with no chill. Squirm too much and he’ll assume he’s doing a good job, beg him to stop and he’ll take it as encouragement to keep overstimulating you. Except it’s not overstimulation – oh no. He’s turning your pussy numb faster than you can say “I wish it was your brother”. He’s well-meaning, just too intense for your own good. You have to treat him like a rescue, lure him in with treats and train him to stop biting you at random intervals. If you manage, he’ll lower his aggression, if only a little bit, and he’ll try being more mindful of your reaction, shedding his one track mind for a night or two. There are complicated cases, then there’s Starscream who, like the drama queen he is, has to be number one in avoiding your genitals like the plague until he feels safe enough to give them a try. Ironic since he can shishkebab you with those giant claws, but dude needs to trust you enough if he’s going to stick his glossa between your folds. Worst thing is; he’s good. Not just good, but fantastic at eating out. Who fucking knows how many Cybertronians had their valves ruined at his servos, but you have to earn your keep, make it to the top of his most trusted list and reap your reward. He enjoys the act, leaning all casually against a wall with you in his servos, keeping your thighs apart with two sharp as steel digits; applying languid licks to your pussy until you’re shaking in his gentle grip. Buck into him, he encourages it, it feeds into his ego, and by Primus the more praise you slather onto your words the better he does. Give him any kind of appreciation and he’s clinging onto it like the holy grail. He gets off on pushing you to your limits, having you beg for more as he assures you in a silky voice that you will get your dues soon. Absolute 10/10, do recommend.

Soundwave does not possess a proper “mouth” by human standards, doubtful he even had one when he was forged. But he has a sort of… throat intake for lack of a better word which he uses to refuel. Fear not fellow robot-fuckers! He makes up for what he lacks in other ways, mainly making proper use of his tentacle-like cables, each possessing a number of thin wires. Under usual circumstances, he uses them to connect to machinery or, in case he needs an extra oomf during a brawl, lights his opponent the fuck up with one billion volts of pure ass-kicking electricity. Now, don’t worry, Soundwave isn’t planning on turning your pussy into a death row inmate. He’s got enough control over his own frame to avoid this worst case scenario, and he’s certainly not clumsy enough to accidentally fry your pussy like a thanksgiving turkey. Those wires feel way too good inside of you, dragging across your clit with ease and squirming between your folds like miniature tentacles. The whole ordeal is akin to a consensual hentai experience with no need to yamete kudasai him; he can gauge your reaction on his own. After all, as the Intelligence Officer, deciphering body language is a must.

If you're letting Airachnid eat you out, you have no survival instincts. I'm not saying you're an idiot, but you're widely overestimating her “kindness”. Let's all take a moment of silence for the fallen valves of innocent Cybertronians. If and only if she has the barest sliver of empathy, she's going to torture your pussy until you're a crying mess caught in her web, without turning you into her newest trophy once the deed is done. At least not a dead trophy, because once she gets her servos on your squishy little human body, you belong to her, a hypothetical deal with spider Satan in exchange for the best head of your life. She's cruel in every sense of the word, but her talent at pushing you to the brink of insanity leaves you willing to risk everything, including your genitals, in this one sided power dynamic. Bound in her web, she delights in ghosting her digits over your throat, pushing down just enough to remind you of your place in this bargain. She can end your precious organic life whenever she pleases, mixing fear with pleasure as she presses her lips to your pussy.

Breakdown is a special case, always has been. Among the vast majority of Decepticons, he doesn't aim to make you beg, nor to destroy your sense of self with his glossa. He's just… a guy, completely normal next to the others, and this, ironically enough, makes him stand out. He's good at what he does, not mind-blowing by any means, just average. He has practiced enough with valves and made his partners overload plenty of times. A pussy is small, sure, but he's had minicons before, you're in safe servos here; and he’s not rusty at it either, he's one of the very few Cybertronians on Earth who frags on the regular (in no small thanks to Knock Out). Contrary to what his status indicates, he's more than just the “smash your opponents into scrap” soldier. It feels nice to lower his inner walls around someone other than his partner. There’s a major difference between the self-assured intimidation he wants to exude and the softness he craves. As such, shows exceptional gentleness handling you, cupping you in his huge servos or, if you're a daredevil, holding your hips with two massive digits as you grind your pussy against his intake. 

“Cute,” he thinks as you hump his face like an overly territorial parakeet. You may be a little shit, but you’re his little shit that he pampers and pleasures until you mellow out and relax against his chassis.

Knock Out fucks. End of discussion. He FUCKS. He has fragged on Cybertron, he's fragging on the Nemesis, you cannot stop him. Am I exaggerating? Possibly, but Knock Out is a young Cybertronian with the libido of an unneutered bull, so of course he can eat pussy. Issue is, he's smug about it, teasing you with the tip of his glossa until you beg him to put in some actual effort. He draws out your pleading until you have tears in your eyes, then he grants you the orgasm you've been dying for. Have fun being handled like a particularly juice push pop candy, you must sacrifice your dignity for robot cunnilingus. Knock Out may want you to assume he's a natural at human pussy, but the truth is; he's been googling the topic nonstop like a horny 14 year old on his dad's computer. He actively wants you to believe it’s an effortless task, you have no idea how much time and effort he puts into researching the topic, all for your admiration. Now please, give it to him, especially after all this hard work. Just don’t mention how you glimpsed his internet history.

Calling Megatron intimidating would be an understatement. Sharp denta don’t mesh well with pussy, nor does an ex-gladiator current warlord with your squishy body. But he “begs” to differ. Head from this bitch is the equivalent of sticking your entire hand in the jaws of a rabid rottweiler; you can do nothing but pray he doesn’t bite down. You’re the dumb little fleshling who found itself in his grasp, and he’s not letting go anytime soon. Human pussy is infinitely more fragile than Cybertronian valve, and he makes sure to remind you by skimming his jagged denta over your thighs. You’re caged in his servo, arms squeezed at your sides as you let the tyrant savor you to the last drop, leering down at you with half-lidded optics. He looks like he’s about to bite a chunk out of your private bits, and the fear makes you taste all the sweeter. Unscrupulous as he is, he has no shame stroking his spike during the act, growling between your legs promises of what’s to come. If you’ve survived this long, Megatron values you to a self-indulgent degree. Keep back and let his glossa drag you to the highest highs and the lowest lows, it’s not like you can do anything between those claws. He treats you as he pleases, but what pleases him most is making you cry out and twist in his grasp from overstimulation alone. Humans are so terribly sensitive.

[muwapsturniolo]

My Turn ↻ M. Sturniolo

"So this is what we're doing now?"

more angst thanks sza, more cheating thanks to sza.

PT 1

@bernardsbendystraws for divider

Lies.

It was all lies.

The love, the relationship, the loyalty.

It was broken promise after broken promise, and she was tired of it. She was tired of being blamed for their relationship falling apart, she was tired of him pretending to be the person she thought he was. She couldn't believe she wasted half of her life giving him and this relationship her all when she gets nothing but pain and lies in return.

She wishes she would have let him crash out all those times, she should have let him ruin his life.

But she didn't.

He still had his hooks in her, they were deep, keeping her rooted in place. However, she was slowly setting herself free, even if it meant turning into him.

He had his turn to do the hurting, she had her turn to do the learning. The roles had switched, and it was now her turn.

She had no second thoughts, no sympathy for Matt when she started doing her own thing. Picking up more shifts and making more money. She didn't think twice about leaving the house late at night, ignoring the way Matt would stare at her harshly when she put on the skimpiest clothing she owned. She stopped caring about the new names popping up on his phone.

She didn't care anymore.

She wanted him to see how life would be without her.

On a specific night out with her friends, with an intoxicated mind, she made the decision to do something that would officially set her free and teach Matt a lesson.

She decided to get her lick back.

She had connected with another guy at the bar, the man buying her and her friends drinks all night. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her close as he laid it on thick when flirting.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. It was nice to be complimented, it was nice to be wanted.

Even if it was only for a quick hook-up.

Matt was at home when he got the call, shocked that she was even calling him. She had stopped calling him a while ago, the phone calls only happening when he dialed her number.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking, hoping, that maybe she was calling him to come pick her up. He jumped out of bed and started slipping on his shoes, picking up the phone and holding it to his ear.

"Hey bab- Fuck!"

He stops in his tracks, his eyes squinting as he strained his hearing.

His stomach drops when he realizes what's going on, his grip on the phone getting tight as his palms grow sweaty.

"Shit! You're so dee-ngh!"

"Fuck- who's pussy is this?

"Yours! Oh fuck, it's yours!"

He tried to convince himself that this wasn't real, that his ears were playing a trick on him, his mind making him imagine things because he felt so guilty for playing her the way he did.

But he knew that wasn't the case.

This wasn't his mind playing tricks on him, this wasn't an accident.

This was on purpose.

It seemed like time was frozen with how long Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall with a blank look. He didn't even flinch when the girl drunkenly stumbled into the bedroom at 6am, her hair and clothes a mess.

He watched as she stumbled around the room, ignoring him, acting like he didn't exist.

"So this is what we're doing now? You go out and fuck random guys as I'm here trying to fix us?"

She finally turns towards him, laughing in his face when she sees his angry expression.

"Really Matt? Fix the relationship? I may have stayed, but I'm not that fucking dumb. You still been fucking on other people.'' She turns back to the closet, going to grab pajamas, but she's stopped by Matt harshly grabbing her wrist.

"I haven't fucked-STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!"

She snatches her arm back and proceeds to push him away from her.

"Fuck you Matt! You get to go and fuck all these other girls, coming home and lying to me, hoping I won't leave your sorry ass, but as soon as I finally fuck someone who can actually make me cum, I'm in the wrong?"

He goes to rebuttal, but she beats him to it, continuing her rant.

"Well, guess what Matthew? it's my fucking turn!" She pushes him back once more, his body falling onto the bed as she gets in his face. He could see it, the anger and exhaustion in her eyes, and for once,

He feels bad.

"You hurt me for months on end! and I let you, but I'm done now Matthew! I'm so fucking done with you, your bullshit, your stupid fucking lies, and your fake love!"

"I do love you-"

"No you don't!" She shouts once again.

It seemed as if his words finally made her crack, her body making its way towards the closet, his clothes quickly making their way onto the floor.

"Hey! What the hell are you-"

"I'm done Matt! I'm so fucking done! Pack your shit, take all your bitches, and get the fuck out!"

He tries to stop her, his hands harshly grabbing at her flailing arms and shoulders, failing multiple times before finally pinning her against the wall.

"Calm the fuck down! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me! How many times do I have to fuckin' say it, Matt? I'M. DONE! Done! I don't want you anymore Matt, I'm fed up and tired, and I can't keep moving like this anymore. I'm done with picking you and putting you first. I'm putting myself first because I deserve it."

Their harsh breathing was the only thing you could hear, the tension in the room thick.

He knew she was serious; he wasn't able to toy with her anymore, and honestly, he didn't want to.

He didn't want to keep this cycle up, he didn't want to hurt her anymore. He couldn't believe he turned this sweet, loving girl into this person who lashes out.

He hates it, and he hates himself.

He takes a deep breath and lets her go, taking a step back.

"Alright...."

She watches as he grabs a backpack from the closet and begins shoving random clothes into the small bag.

"I'll...I'll come back in a few days to grab the rest of my stuff. Just let me know when you're home or when you're gone...Whenever is good for you."

He zips up the bag, grabbing his phone and charger before standing in front of her once more, their eye contact strong yet heartbreaking. He cups the back of her head, closing his eyes as he kisses her forehead.

He refrains from saying the three words that once meant a lot for both of them, knowing that right now isn't the time nor the place.

He pulls away and makes his way out of the messy bedroom, throwing her one last glance before leaving.

The tears she was holding back finally flow down her face as she hears the front door close, the sobs shaking throughout her whole body as she slides down the wall and to the floor.

She didn't know if she was crying out of sadness or from relief at finally being set free from the toxic relationship.

She crawls along the floor and makes her way to bed, curling into a ball as she lays on the cold and empty mattress, crying herself to sleep.

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

random messages from the tarot

so, this is a short pac reading with no theme, anything essencial will show up on this readings. feel free to pick more than one pile <3

pile 1 pile 2

pile 3 pile 4

images from pinterest and dividers by @fairytopea

꒰ঌ ✦ scroll down for the results ໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ Masterpost and Tarot Menu ❁༺ ˎˊ-

*˚‧͙✧ PILE ONE ✧‧͙⁺*

During this very moment of your life, you need to stop expecting good fortune and luck to be on your side when you are thinking about taking any kind of new direction. It’s understandable that hope might be a great motivator for you, but you are limiting yourself if you’re ignoring how important are your own actions and your virtues, things that go well in your life, are not because of good luck, they go well because you did well. If you focus on developing your skills and your confidence, you will achieve a lot and actually enjoy those achievements without any sort of impostor syndrome.  Please understand that anything good that happens to you, in your case, is a reflection of what you do on your own in order to keep the abundance and the positive energy coming your way.

*˚‧͙✧ PILE TWO ✧‧͙⁺*

I get this feeling you are watching yourself detach from your own emotions and you are not sure what to do about it. When it comes to feelings of anxiety or sadness, it’s common to want to detach, or ignore them, but at some point this can happen sort of by accident, you know you’re feeling bad, but you don’t quite feel it sometimes. What I can say about this is that: try to deal with this by being deeply conscious on how and why these feelings are being ignored, don’t focus too much on what is causing them right now, but instead focus on why you are not allowing yourself to experience something completely human: feelings. Try to understand them as ways in which your mind and body communicates the needs you’re unconsciously ignoring. And please ask for help if you need to.

*˚‧͙✧ PILE THREE ✧‧͙⁺*

It’s time to stop being resentful with your past self, and /or the people who hurt you.  You’re carrying way too much baggage that is affecting your decision making skills, usually taking you to places and people that are far too similar to the situations that got you the baggage in your first place. This is a great moment to begin healing journeys aimed to allow yourself to have a deeper comprehension on your past, by taking a more objective look on it and being more understanding with your old self, more patient and comprehensive. For you, it’s necessary to see what thought are behavioural patterns are keeping you away from moving on from the past.

*˚‧͙✧ PILE FOUR ✧‧͙⁺*

You’re going to experience a lot of creative energy and fast changes soon. It’s key that you can embrace the fun yet chaotic but overall positive experiences that’ll come your way. These are not only meant to give you new perspectives and new opportunities regarding the material aspects of your life, but they’re also a manifestation of your own energy changing and attracting both positive and negative challenges. You will be put in situations where your passions will become a great source of guidance and hope, while becoming more and more present in your life. Expect new people wanting to approach you during a time of change and evolution like this, some come to help, some to test you, some will stay and others not.

hi, i'm gigi :)

i hope you enjoyed this readings and hopefully found something useful. check my masterpost if you want to know more about this blog or if you want to keep reading some more PACs. also, my bookings for personal readings are open!! so don't hesitate to take a quick look at my tarot menu if you're interested in that.

as usual, im thankful for all the good vibes on here, i hope everyone can get something out of this blog!! i'm really struggling to get consistent with posting since i prioritize my job as a tarot reader on an app and doing personal readings from here (and omg thanks to everyone who trusts me with that and thanks to everyone who books).

so yeah, thats pretty much it.

much love, gigi <3

[bella-studio]

My observations in SnP's movements (Part 1)

◾️This is a post that I've been wanting to make ever since I made this reblog, and I finally did YAY.

◾️What I showed in the reblog is a very small part of what can be found. So I watched the episodes a couple more times for that. There is a possibility that I missed something, but still there is a HUGE part of the examples for this topic.

◾️What am I going to show here? Basically, I will show what Skid and Pump do differently, also mentioning what they do the same way. Also I will show something that is exclusive to each of them.

◾️Skid and Pump are the main characters, and it makes sense that they are the most fleshed out, right down to how they move. And it was a joy for me to put it all together.

◾️This is a very big post, so most of it will be under "Read more".

◾️And since there is a limit on the number of pictures (30), the post will be divided into 2 parts + a bonus (one part per day, so 3 days).

◾️I hope you'll find it interesting to read my ramblings about my favorite characters XD (and maybe useful).

◾️Let's start!

NOTICEABLE DIFFERENCES.

◾️If you describe the differences in SnP's movements in a basic way, then it sounds like this: both Skid and Pump are very active children, but Skid is more active. So much so that smear frames are used more often on him. Skid moves his arms and legs a lot, while Pump usually keeps them close to him and moves a little more carefully.

1. Waving.

◾️Sometimes they wave the same way.

◾️But more often Skid does it faster.

2. Running/walking.

◾️Most of the time they run and walk the same way, but I want to highlight a couple of moments when this is not the case.

◾️In such cases, Skid waves his arms, and Pump holds them behind or to the sides.

3. Jumping.

◾️When they jump in place, Skid moves his legs faster.

4. Sharp turn.

◾️Pump always enters a sharp turn with small jumps on one leg.

◾️Skid almost always does this by sliding in.

5. Sneaking.

◾️There are 4 examples, and in two of them they do it like this: Skid spreads his arms wide and takes big steps, while Pump presses his arms to himself and takes small steps.

◾️In other cases, they did it the other way around or the same way.

6. Startle/sudden stop.

◾️Skid waves his arms to regain his balance, while Pump presses his hands to himself, trying to stop himself.

7. Sitting on the floor.

◾️Skid crosses his legs, and Pump stretches them forward.

8. Random moments.

◾️A few of funny moments that fit the basic description of their movements, where Skid uses his limbs more actively when moving, and Pump doesn't.

◾️Stairs: Skid goes down the stairs with a "creature" walk. Pump just rolls down.

◾️Window: Skid dives out of the window, Pump does a flip.

◾️Van: Skid immediately steps into the van since he is taller, and Pump helps himself with his hands to get into it.

◾️Other parts:

◾️Part 2

◾️Bonus

[im-just-daria]

In The Dark Part 2

The Jackal x Reader

Fandom: The Day of The Jackal

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You finally make it to Munich.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and dead bodies, threats, stalking, just the usual assassin stuff.

A/N: I know it took me some time. Enjoy the second part :) Feedback is most appreciated, as well as any mistakes you see <3

Tag: @spiderstyles04 tagged as requested <3

Your eyes shot open as the alarm on your nightstand rang loudly. With a heavy sigh, you tapped your phone to stop the ringing and rubbed your eyes as you stretched under the covers of your warm bedsheets. It took you five seconds to remember why on earth you set that alarm in the first place. Today is the first day of juggling full-time pub work and helping a criminal impersonate some German janitor to do whatever he needed. You certainly didn't want to know more than is necessary for two simple reasons- in case you ever get taken by police, the less you know, the better, and because you weren't sure how well you would cope with the fact that you possibly helped someone in murder.

Your feet touched the cold floor, and you walked to a chair by your desk with more clothes on it than in your wardrobe. You put on a sweater from the pile of clothes and walked to the bathroom. As you were sitting on the toilet, your mind started to replay last night's events. You were surprised at how calm you were; it was actually concerning. 'Wow, my moral compass is so off', you thought as you wiped yourself and stood up. While washing your hands, you suddenly remembered something from yesterday that had escaped your memory. You opened the drawer under the sink and saw the nail scissors still missing; the corners of your mouth moved slightly upwards. You made your way to the kitchen and found the piece of paper with the phone number the man gave you yesterday. You debated whether to text him or not ' I mean, the guy has a gun and knows all your personal details, but at the same time, I do have some questions.'

You bit your bottom lid as you finally decided to pick up your phone. You typed in the number and texted;

"Do I keep the receipts?" you asked, putting down your phone as you wanted to start your breakfast. You hadn't expected him to reply within five seconds. 'Does he not have a life?' you thought with a frown.

''Yes''

''Do I use only cash, or can I use my card?''

''Cash''

''Do you have any allergies? The prosthetic glue sometimes causes a rash:/''

'Fuck', You scolded yourself. You were one of these people who use emojis religiously, so your muscle memory just put it in the message. 'Fucking hell (Y/N), it is a random man who hired you to help him commit international crimes, and you threw in a frowning emoji'.

''No allergies, cash only, go to only bigger stores where it's relatively anonymous, try to blend in, lie if someone asks what it's for. Anything else?'

You felt the passive aggressiveness radiating from the message, but you just couldn't help yourself. There was something so satisfying about annoying this man.

''You didn't give me back my nail scissors.''

He didn't reply immediately, like with the rest of the messages, and honestly, you thought he would just ignore you. You put down your phone and turned on the kettle on your kitchen counter. You heard the notification sound of your phone. You almost sprinted to the phone.

''I will add 5 £ to the overall payment'' You smiled. 'Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it' You lost the battle with your self-restraint.

''But the good ones cost 10 £.''

''You remember I have a gun, right? Do not text or call this number unless it is important, or you will make it from Germany in a body bag. Now delete all the texts.''

'Fine', you thought to yourself as you put down your phone and got ready for your day.

Your shoulder started to hurt from all the supplies in your bag. 'Now I understand the need for backpacks'. Since you haven't seen his face, you weren't really sure what colours of foundations and powders to buy, so you got a few just in case. After all, your life pretty much depends on how well you execute this. As you passed through Vauxhall to get to Waterloo, you glanced at MI6 headquarters and wondered how much they didn't know. I mean, here you are on the pavement across the river carrying supplies necessary for international crime. 'Is it really that easy?' you thought to yourself.

The rest of the week passed by really quickly. If you weren't working, you were working on the prosthetic; if you weren't working on the prosthetic, you were trying to sleep, eat, get groceries or clean the house. Your back was killing you from being constantly hunched over your desk. 'I have absolutely no idea how single mothers exist.' you thought as you tried to stretch in your chair. The whole face prosthetic was done, as well as the wig; you were just finishing up the facial hair when you heard the knock on the door. You weren't expecting anyone, and you didn't order anything. A wave of uneasiness washed over you. You grabbed a scalpel from the desk you used to cut through fake skin and hid it behind your back. You approached the door and looked through the peephole. A delivery man was standing on the other side holding a bouquet of flowers. Now you were nervous; your love life was non-existent, so there wasn't a single person who could send you those. You opened a door hesitantly; you half expected the man to pull out a knife or barge in through the apartment. Instead, he just smiled and asked,'' Miss (Y/L/N)?''

You stuttered ''Y-yes''.

"These are for you." He handed you a bouquet of flowers and an envelope. At first, you simply stared at him, still expecting him to pull out a weapon, but he didn't. You extended your arm and slowly grabbed the flowers and the envelope. You felt sorry for the delivery man. He looked so confused. You looked like grabbing those flowers was a life sentence, and your heavy breathing certainly didn't help.

''Um, have a nice day,'' he said hesitantly and left.

''You too!'' You said a bit too loudly as he was almost out of your sight.

You closed the door and locked it. Making your way to the kitchen, you set the flowers on the counter and opened the envelope.

IN Saturday 19th of April 19.25 RyanAir Stansted-Munich.

OUT Sunday 20th of April 22.45 RyanAir Munich-Stansted.

Premier Inn Munchen Messe Hotel Munchener Str.

Use your card; put everything necessary in the check-in bag. When you get to the hotel, send a text message. You will receive further instructions once you arrive. Don't do anything stupid, or these will be your funeral flowers.

You pulled out your phone and booked all flights and the hotel as the note instructed. The hotel itself was on the outskirts of Munich. You knew you would have to call in sick tomorrow to make this flight. Once all the bookings were confirmed, you ripped the note and flushed it down the toilet. While making your way to the desk, your eyes fell on the flowers you left on the counter. Your lips twitched upwards as you approached them. They were really beautiful. You filled a vase with water and smelled the bouquet before putting it in the glass. You moved them to the living room so they could get some sunlight. You were determined to keep them alive as long as possible. You let out a laugh as you realised that the first flowers you have ever received from a man were from a criminal who attached a note with a death threat. You made your way to the bedroom and finished the prosthetic for tomorrow. As you were packing and preparing, a shadow of a smile still danced on your lips.

The flight was as stressful as you thought it would be. You were sure you looked suspicious because every few seconds, you looked around, scouting the airport for security and police. You tried telling yourself that you had absolutely nothing illegal in the suitcase, which was true after all. Make-up artists travel daily with tons of stuff like yours and don't get stopped by border control. You finally reached the hotel, paid the taxi driver, and entered the Premier Inn. You approached the lady at reception, who smiled at you.

''Hi, I have a booking for (Y/N) (Y/L/N), 1 night'' You tried to calm your nerves and keep a relatively neutral face as you handed her your passport.

"Of course," she replied and started clicking on her computer. "Right, here is your key and a letter from your fiance."

You grabbed both items as well as your passport, to be honest; after the flowers, you expected him to pull some shit like this. 'What a psychopath, he really is enjoying this, isn't he? At least now I know he won't break into my room at night.'

''Thank you,'' you replied to the receptionist and made your way to the room. You only wanted to shower and eat, but you knew the envelope was a priority.

You left your bag on the floor, took off your jacket and left it on a chair. Leaning against the desk, you opened the letter.

16.00 Ludwig-Thomas-StraSe 27: The doors downstairs and upstairs will be open. Do not knock; just come in. Wear something with a hood, and make sure your hair isn't visible. Take everything with you; you will go straight to the airport.

Walk, do not use public transport. And try not to look suspicious; you already did a shit job at that at the airport.

''What the actual fuck?'' you actually said it out loud. Was he actually following you at the airport? You shook your head and exhaled deeply. ''This is a fucking joke''. You let out a dry laugh and decided to have a shower and sleep. A realisation hit you as you stood in a bathroom, about to undress. What if he had cameras in your room? A part of you- the logical part- wouldn't be surprised if he had cameras here and in your apartment. But the other part -the weird, unhinged, delusional part- tells you he isn't that type of guy. ''Jesus Christ (Y/N), you don't know that man,'' you scolded yourself and got undressed. It was a very brief and quick shower. Once you got into bed, you closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep. Fifteen minutes into your failed attempts at falling asleep, a phone rang; you immediately recognised the number, and your heart stopped. You accepted the call and said shakingly. ''Y-Yes?''

"Didn't you forget something?" You almost forgot how he sounded. It's been over a week, after all. His voice was calm and smooth, with a British accent dominating his pronunciation. You mentally checked everything you brought with you, nothing coming to your mi- ''Fuck I am so sorry, I forgot to text you when I got here,'' You said quickly.

''I need to know you are making your locations on time; I won't always have a way to track your phone.''

'Oh my God, ' you thought. So, this isn't a one-time thing.

"Um, yeah, that's fair. I have a question, though, and it is rather important," you said, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

''Make it quick; I don't have time.''

''That's what she said,'' you whispered timidly, immediately regretting the words as they left your mouth. 'That's it. He is gonna hang up now; great fucking job (Y/N).'

Instead, you heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone. You suddenly felt proud of yourself, and involuntarily, your mouth formed into a smile.

''What's the question (Y/N)'' He said in much lighter tone. You felt a bit more confident now, knowing that he actually found you funny.

''Do you have any cameras in my apartment or the hotel room?''

You could almost hear the confusion in his voice ''No.''

''Okay, that's good, yeah, okay,'' you exhaled, and a silence followed.

''Anything else?''

Once again, you lost the inner battle with your self-restraint and grinned as you tried to put in your most seductive voice.

"So," you said, taking a pause. "What are you wearing?" You honestly thought he had just hung up. After about ten seconds, as you were about to check the phone screen, he simply replied, "Good night (Y/N)."

Little did you know, a smile adorned his face as he hung up the phone. A smile that hasn't visited his face in years.

The next day, you checked out of the hotel at 11 in the morning and made your way to a cafe. You had 5 hours before you had to be at the location given to you. You tried to focus on a book you took with you, but after rereading the same page four times, you gave up. You ate your food and drank your coffee before going for a little walk. You really needed to calm down. Munich was much warmer than you thought, you decided to see the city centre rather than sit in one cafe for 5 hours. As it was getting closer to 4 pm, you started to make your way to the address. You followed Google Maps as you saw the right flat complex. The man didn't lie; the doors were open downstairs. You made your way up the stairs, looking for number 27. Your heart started racing as you stood in front of it. 'Just go in. You are wasting time.' You stood outside for the next two minutes before reaching the door handle. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway; you were immediately met with a familiar face you saw 10 days ago; however, this time... it wasn't in the dark.

You knew already he was tall; his face perfectly reflected his usual voice, emotionless, graceful, calculated and confident. Freckles were scattered across his clear skin, and his ginger hair was messy, but somehow, it fit him perfectly. His green eyes were focused on yours. He was leaning against a wall with his arms folded. You closed the door behind me, not sure what to say. He beat you to the greetings.

''Lingering outside someone's door for 3 minutes is rather suspicious, don't you think?'' His eyebrows raised as the sentence left his mouth.

You just stared at him, ''Yeah, um, yeah, it is, and you told me not to be suspicious.''

'Yes, I did'' He said seriously.

You tried your best to lighten the mood ''Soooo, do I get the house tour?''

''No, the bathroom is on the left. Go there and don't leave; set up everything you need.''

''What, is there like a body in here?'' You said jokingly and chuckled. You looked up at him to see his reaction. He just looked at you with a specific look that answered your question.

''Ohhh, okay''. You swallowed and made your way to the bathroom.

'Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic'.

The bathroom was small and didn't have much counter space. There was a chair and a stool. You opened your bag and set all prosthetics and the wig onto the sink counter; all make-up brushes, palettes, foundations, and powders were left on the chair. You turned around to grab a towel behind you when you were met with a familiar build. You gasped loudly, startled. How could he move so quietly?

"You can sit down if you want." He didn't reply; he simply took his place in a chair and looked at you expectingly.

It felt weird. Being cramped with a killer in a tiny bathroom, you wondered if the body lying somewhere in the house belonged to the man you would help him look like.

You began examining his face, your eyes tracing every curve of his face. His eyes never left yours; you guess he still doesn't trust you enough to be this close to you with his eyes closed.

"Your face has a rather unusual structure," your voice hitched as you realised how it sounded. "It's not an insult, just," you exhaled. ''Your eyes, sockets, and cheekbones are very hollow, but your lips are full. I will need to add some extra padding to make it look believable."Your hands were slightly shaking as you waited for his answer.

''Just do what you must. Be done by 8.30.''

You nodded.

His skin was unbelievably smooth, and his eyes still hadn't left yours, examining your every move. As you were working, you tried to explain everything you were doing. However, with the lack of his replies, you felt like you were just conversing with yourself instead.

After two hours of silence from his side, you opened your mouth but hesitated to say the sentence you wanted.

''Did you know that red hair and green eyes occur in only 0.14% of people on the planet?'' Once again, you expected silence, but he replied simply ''Yes''. Well, it's better than silence.

''How did you know?'' You asked, trying to hold the conversation.

''How did you?'' You sighed.

''I asked first.'' It was a childish answer, but a small smile played on your lips.

''My friend told me years ago,'' He said hesitantly.

''That's nice; I learned that in school during make-up classes in my first year,'' you replied calmly, suddenly feeling at ease.

''Did you like them?''

You were taken aback by his question. ''The classes?'' Still in disbelief, he showed interest.

He simply nodded.

''I did; I always found it relaxing; it's like painting or drawing for other people.''

You decided to take advantage of his sudden talkativeness.

''I probably need a name for you, a fake one. I really don't mind; I just can't refer to you in my mind as 'him'.

His lips twitched, and he said, '' And just how often do you refer to me in your mind?'' You stopped all your movement and averted your eyes from his wig hairline you were just fixing to look at into eyes.

You opened your mouth in shock and said lightly, chuckling, ''Did you just make a flirtatious joke?''

''Don't get used to it,'' He said as you added finishing touches to his appearance. His whole demeanour is changed. He seems more relaxed, and his eyes don't seem so controlling. He also didn't flinch every time you touched his face without warning.

''Let's go with Charles.''

You hummed ''Fine by me,''

''Right, all done.'' You said proudly as you stepped back, allowing him to stand up and examine your work in the mirror. You personally thought you had outdone yourself. Maybe the overhanging thought of death if you fuck up had something to do with it, or perhaps you are just that good.

''This is incredible,'' he said, not taking his eyes off his reflection.

Somehow, his praise meant more to you than any compliment you've ever heard from your teachers. 'Yeah, because whether you live or die depends on this,' you explained to yourself, not even allowing yourself to think of any other reason.

''You have a plane to catch; you should go,'' He said, finally averting his eyes from the mirror towards you.

''Yeah, you are right, I'm just gonna pack up. Um, here is a glue dissolver and a brush. Don't rip it, or your face will flare up; ginger people have a lower impact tolerance, so um yeah,'' You said, trying to hold eye contact, but halfway through the sentence, you lost confidence. You simply handed him the bottle and started packing your things. As you were about to grab the door handle, you turned towards him. He was leaning on the same spot on the wall as when you walked in, and you stood in the same place as before. Except this time, the man looked nothing like himself.

''I will transfer the money tomorrow,'' he said once again emotionless.

''Okay'' As you grabbed the handle, you smiled and turned back to him. ''I just want to let you know that I had so many urges to say ginger jokes today, but I didn't, and I think you should know that and appreciate it.''

He stood there like a statue, motionless. After a few seconds, he smiled and walked away.

''Just go home (Y/N).''

You high-fived yourself mentally. Annoying this man was fun, but seeing him smile is even better.

You left the apartment smiling, not worrying about looking suspicious.

[hotheadedhero]

can you do hug headcanons with the rise guys !!

AN: I sure can! These guys deserve all the hugs <3

Hug Headcanons

Rise Turtles x Reader

Raphael

It's no surprise that Raph adores hugs but there's always the worry that he'll somehow injure you in the process. He's a big guy, both in height and width but there are prevalent dangers even if his size wasn't a problem. Excluding his shell, he still has the odd spike poking out of somewhere, whether that be his elbows or the top of his plastron. It's no issue for his brothers seeing as they're turtles too but you're a human. There's too much chance of you catching yourself on one of them and he could never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, even if it was by accident.

You always assure him that no such thing could ever happen and, bit by bit, he allows himself to be bolder with the physical affection. He's glad for it too because holding you is like a dream come to life. If he had to pick a favourite hug, it's when you're curled up on his chest while he lies on his back. Having you this close with his large arms around you is such a pleasure. He takes great joy in knowing he can keep you safe this way. It's also a popular hold when you're both relaxing in the pool, floating around without a care in the world.

Leonardo

He likes to surprise you but not necessarily in the cute couple-y way. Leo makes a point of trying to scare you with his hugs, whether that be leaping out of a random room or embracing you from behind without any warning. He's really putting those sneaky ninja skills to good use, isn't he? You thought that him being an appointed hero of your city meant that he used his powers for good but it would seem you were wrong.

When he isn't trying to give you a heart attack, he's pulling you in with the addition of his phone. He just loves to throw his arms over your shoulders and snap an unexpected selfie. The sentiment appears sweet but you wonder if this is part of his scare tactic, if he's trying to capture a picture of your frightened face in the moment.

However, he does know when to give downtime a chance and frequently enjoys being the small spoon. Anything to feel like the centre of your world. It's also because of the kisses you plant on his shell or the back of his head. He adores those.

Donatello

Trying to get a good hug in with Donnie can be a difficult one. You can only assume that it has something to do with his soft shell. Deep down, you're aware of his vulnerabilities and how they've manifested into this desire to not be touched. Most of his contact will be administered through the use of his tech, whether that be with his bionic arms or the handful of times he's lovingly pat you on the head with his bo staff.

That being said, he does have his moments. Some days are a lot better than others but if you want a hug from him, he needs to be the one to initiate it. The times he does, he'll slowly envelop you from behind and hide his face in the crook of your neck. You suppose this position is part of his need to be in control of the physical affection. He can let go when he wants to and not worry about pushing your arms away if they're around him. You know how hard he tries and it makes those moments that much sweeter.

Michelangelo

Fasten your seatbelts because the hug-a-tron is in the house. He can and will find any excuse to trap you in his arms, sometimes to the point that you're starved of oxygen. Even if the last you saw him was only an hour ago, he'll lift you from the ground in a squeeze upon your return as if you haven't seen each other in months. Saying that you've had to check your ribs for bruising isn't an over-exaggeration. Further stating that you have found bruises is no word of a lie, either.

Mikey isn't sure if he has a number-one hug on his list. They're all amazing in his opinion and he'd feel bad for choosing in case you had a personal preference. In his eyes, it's more about the delivery rather than the sort of affection itself; the energy behind it. That's why it's his absolute favourite when you tackle him to the ground and smother him in that sweet cuddly goodness. He loves to know that you get as excited to see him as he does you.

[alaskan-wallflower]

im really boreddd and i eat when im bored which is a bad habit so could i get random headcanons about literally anything as long as it is the outsiders related instead. i luv your headcanons :33

the more angst the better but its your choice teheh

sure!! i can give ya some headcanons :) also thanks!! very glad you like them! <3

ponyboy is a pro gaslighter 100%. whether he’s telling teachers he turned in an assignment and “maybe ya lost it?” when he 1000% did not or it’s darry getting angry at him for not doing his chores and pony’s all “you never told me to do that!”. he’s canonically a good liar, he even admits that he scares himself with how good of a liar he is, so this checks out in my head lol

steve and soda go on dates where they literally just have a picnic at the park as the sun’s setting and they catch fireflies together. they know it’s corny but they don’t care— why should they? it teaches soda how to calm down and not be so impulsive (he’s definitely gotten way too excited and has accidentally killed a multitude of fireflies) steve learns he can be gentle. the vulnerability of a small being in his hands that he could easily crush makes him feel strangely protective.

two-bit can do uncanny impressions of a lot of different cartoon characters and says really crude things as those characters (many childhoods have been ruined—he’d do numbers on tiktok)

sodapop’s actually really insecure about his body. he’s not as muscular as darry or steve in a way he feels he should be, no matter how many times he works out with steve or how hard he works at the dx, he still has a bit of a tummy on him. he tries to embrace it but it’s kinda hard

johnny and steve have a hidey hole where they take things from their homes they don’t want to keep either their parents and they just hide it there. steve puts his money there so his dad can’t take it, and johnny puts clothes and scraps of food in there. the only thing in there now is a worn down rag steve had given johnny once for an injury. steve doesn’t touch the hidey hole after johnny died. it became more of a tribute to him instead.

the curtis parents left their sons tape recordings for every milestone—16th birthdays, prom, graduation, weddings…those things. it started because mr curtis wasn’t sure if he was going to make it home from wwii after he had enlisted, and he wanted his child to have something from their father in case he died. after he survived, they started making the tapes together for fun and god forbid anything happened to them. darry finds them one night while cleaning the attic. he brings them downstairs, but he can’t bring himself to listen to them. none of them can.

soda felt like such a failure when he dropped out of school. he did it because he knew he’d be alright working with cars, but alright was better than borderline flunking and constantly harassment from socs, but he felt like such a failure to his dad, because his dad tried so hard to help soda in school, but undisgnosed ADHD and dyslexia doesn’t really bode well in school, especially with it being the 60s and those things were basically dumbed down to “lazy” or something, even when that wasn’t true.

speaking of, mr curtis had both of those conditions. he felt a lot like sodapop himself, seeing as he struggled a lot with academics, even if it was a poor reflection on his actual intelligence. mr curtis was very bright, he just had a lot of trouble in school. that was why he chose to fight in world war ii right after graduation. he wanted to help, and make something of himself to show that he wasn’t what everyone said he was.

yall are probably getting tired of this one but steve’s adopted. he found out one night when he was digging around through his dad’s room for his birth certificate or something when he just stumbled upon it. while things started falling into place, it just made him angrier. did his bio parents not want him? why did they give him up to the worst people possible? why didn’t his parents tell him? he was numb for weeks. he found out the week pony ran away.

johnny knows italian. he picked it up from his mom (though a lot of the words she said were quite…inappropriate) but he started teaching himself. anything to keep his mind occupied. he also knows minimal spanish since his dad is venezuelan and italian and spanish are pretty similar.

dally has a cat named “lil’ dal”. it’s the meanest cat in town. it’d probably out some of tulsa’s most feral dogs to shame, and dally praises it for biting and scratching. not johnny though, johnny’s somewhat off limits. the cat is okay enough with johnny anyhow—he just hisses a lot.

animals LOVE sodapop. a lot. he’s got disney princess status or something because a whole zoo will end up following him home if he let it. steve’s not too fond of random dogs and cats dropping in on their outdoor date nights/outings, though.

speaking of, steve has a cat named diesel that he thought was a boy until she got pregnant and had kittens. she had 9 kittens in total and he was just sheet white every time soda reported another kitten cause what the fuck is he gonna do with TEN cats??

two-bit’s dad left when he was young. he harbors no real resentment—he’s honestly too drunk a lot of the time to. his dad wrote him a letter in hopes to reconcile once. he promptly threw it away unopened.

darry takes cold showers to leave the hot water for his brothers, even though it makes his already aching muscles that much tighter.

steve and johnny are frequently dine n dashers. they got caught and banned from one restaurant but the others haven’t caught them or banned them yet

dally has albinism. he hates getting questioned about “why’s your hair so pale?” “why do your eyes look like that?” “why is your skin so white?” he finds it annoying and he doesn’t like explaining himself. he hates the comments he gets more than anything, but he prides himself on having a more offputting appearance.

i’m also a big fan of the “dally uses colored contacts” headcanon, so i’m saying he wears brown contacts to avoid getting questions about his eyes. he also has exotropia from the albinism and wears a patch sometimes. he thinks it’s tuff.

additionally, johnny has vitiligo. it’s more present on his arms and legs and not really his face, but he doesn’t really love it. he doesn’t like the weird looks he gets from people, or the comments/questions he gets.

chubby two bit. that is all.

hope these are alright! not a ton of angst but yknow, i tried lol

[inhuman-obey-me]

Trouble in Gambler's Paradise

What's this? We actually got a little bit of political intrigue in Nightbringer Lessons 51 + 52 amid all the usual shenanigans? In our OM?! It's...not as likely as we wish, but we did get some!

(spoilers for NB Lessons 51 and 52 below the cut)

A quick recap: Our entire cast is going to Meowcao to fulfill Mammon's wish after he won in the RAD Science Fair for Devildom Geography. They have the entire town reserved for three days thanks to Diavolo, as he is a major shareholder for the Three-Legged Crow Group, which powers most of the technology in Meowcao. Him being the Demon Prince is probably also part of it, though what we find out makes this all the more interesting.

MC, the brothers, and the Purgatory Hall gang all arrive in Meowcao and end up getting roped into a game -- they have to gamble their souls. While that sounds about right for the Devildom, it's quickly made clear that this is an unusual request and we're now in danger.

For once, this particular situation is not due to some curse but happens because Meowcao is actually home to a considerable number of demons that oppose the Demon King. We find this out from Diavolo himself as he travels with Barbatos, Thirteen, and Mephistopheles to catch up with the others in Meowcao.

Thirteen and Mephistopheles point out that this makes the trip open to danger, and sure enough, none of them can get in contact with the rest of the cast as we're all trapped in a life-or-death situation.

Something we have a constant gripe with in OM is that we have a very powerful cast, yet somehow they end up in situations that they should all easily be able to get out of -- but thankfully, now and then, the game does give us a logical reason, and this is one of those times. In this case, the reason the magic worked on our cast is because it was originally Diavolo's. He had used magic to set up a fun welcome game for everyone using the three mascots of the Three-Legged Crow Group, but it was then hijacked by the hostile demons.

We were able to escape with our lives thanks to some clever thinking by Belphie, and after reuniting with the entire cast it seems we can all just go and have some fun.

Right?

We're then given the choice between shopping, the theme park, or the casino. Each scenario puts you with different characters, but they all include a similar situation -- a random demon showing up to attack.

In all three scenarios, MC is fortunately able to quickly use their magic to stop the demon. Notably, if you choose shopping, Solomon hones in on the fact that we were able to do it without having to recite an incantation. The demon then gives up and disappears, and we resume doing our fun activities like nothing ever happened.

It's only when MC brings it up the next day that anything gets addressed -- but it's just focused on MC's magic. They note that MC's power is getting stronger, making them susceptible to magic sickness and the potential to lose control. Solomon says he'll be mindful of that in his trainings with you, and tells everyone that they need to keep MC's growing magical power in mind.

You know what we don't talk about though?

The actual attacks!

Sure, the demons were quickly taken care of by MC's attack spell, but you would think there would be a bit more conversation around the fact that our cast was attacked multiple times by hostile demons! And in all three cases of the latter attack, the mystery demon specifically calls out their relationship with "the future Demon King" as the reason for targeting them. Will we see that get addressed in later lessons? The naming of "Demon A" does seem to imply the existence of a "Demon B", "Demon C", etc...so maybe! But given OM's track record, we also wouldn't count on it.

Over the course of OM's story, it's been reiterated that Diavolo's RAD Exchange Program is not heavily favored. Some demons at RAD have slowly come around as they've gotten to know the exchange students, but he is still fighting a constant uphill battle as he tries to forge peace among the Three Realms -- and these recent lessons show that there are still some demons who are ready to take more drastic actions to bring it all to a halt.

[writingquestionsanswered]

I used to love writing when I was in high school, but stopped after I graduated because of life. Now, after almost a decade, I want to get back into it but I don't know how. I have so many ideas but I tend to bounce around the same variations and don't know how to stick to one thing, or how to just get back into the rhythm of writing actively. Or even reading actively.

Any advice?

Getting Back to Reading and Writing

What you're experiencing is what I like to think of as "the creative zoomies."

After so long away from actively reading and writing, there's now this flood of ideas, plans, books you want to read, and stories you want to write. You can't settle and focus on a single thing because your brain wants to do ALL THE THINGS, so you keep bouncing back and forth between things hoping something will stick.

First things first... DEEP BREATH.

As I said in an earlier post, remember: there is no ticking clock. It may feel like there is, sometimes, but we're just little ants on a planet doing our things. There are no deadlines unless you sign up for any, and you don't have to worry about that right now.

So... start by taking an honest look at your schedule and your life, and see if you can figure out a realistic estimate of how much time you have in a given week. Where are there slots of time you can dedicate to writing? How about reading?

Next, it can be immensely helpful if you have a comfortable, relaxing space, free from distraction and interruption, where you can go to write. Some people like to go write at a coffee shop or library to get away from family shenanigans or bothersome housemates. If it's not a billion degrees where you are, you might also try your patio, yard, or a nearby park. Listening to soft music or "ambience rooms" (tons on YouTube) through headphones can also help you focus. There are also still some different apps and programs for distraction free writing. Just make sure to save often and keep a master document on your computer to prevent losing all your work in case the app or program gets glitchy. Also: put your phone on silent, turn off your internet if you must, and let people know not to bother you. This is your writing time... don't be afraid to guard it fiercely.

As for choosing ideas, I'm a big fan of the old-fashioned methods... random number pickers, drawing out of a hat, rolling dice... But you can also do a process of elimination based on what appeals to you the most. If you get it down to two, and then you're disappointed with the one you're left with, you know the one you just eliminated is the right idea to go with.

If you're not sure what to write, try doing some writing prompts. There are lots available online and there are some great books with writing prompts. Doing one a day can be a great way to get yourself back in the habit of writing again.

As for reading, start by reading during moments of spare time, such as if you're taking a bath, riding your stationary bike, sitting in a waiting room, or riding public transportation. You can even read during your morning coffee or your lunch break. Also, embrace the world of audio books. This is one of my favorite ways to read, because I can do it while I'm exercising, showering, cleaning, cooking, driving, doing projects... I get through so many more books by listening to audio books. More than anything, just remember that once again, there's no ticking clock. You don't have to finish a certain number of books before the end of the year. Read what you want, at the pace that works for you, and don't be afraid to DNF if a book isn't working for you.

I hope this helps!

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[avalon-of-babylon]

CHEST OF HOLDING

This is inherently improper use so do this at your own risk and please report any problems with me and Larian for everyone's sake.

Preliminary findings/Original post

So I've been collecting pretty chests in case there's housing later and one of the chests I've kept is the Chest of the Mundane from the Arcane Tower in the Underdark because it's pretty and I think it's funny sticking stuff in here. Well because of all that I've been putting my chest collection in there and a minute ago I picked it up. Completely full of over a dozen other chests I was still able to pick it up. It's magic not only makes things look like mundane items it also gives them their weight, making the Chest of the Mundane is the closest you can get to a bag of holding. It has a base weight of 20lbs meaning the 227 loot items in there with over a 100lbs of weight was reduced to 36lbs.

"Proper" Use

Be careful when moving items. I have accidentally lost items while doing this and because it makes things things mundane they become hard to find after so be careful.

Save often. You don't need to save every time you use it use it but because of bugs I've discovered it's best to save regularly.

Don't be worried when selling. All the items in the chest should appear in the holder's inventory with the value of what it's disguised as, just moving them to the sell area will remove the enchantment and give them back their true price.

Recommended for Karlach. Because the chest has a base weight of 20 and will go higher I recommend having our girl Karlach or another character with a high carry capacity hold it.

Sell often. Because the weight will slowly go up as you loot sell when possible to keep from things getting out of hand.

Read and mind the warnings below. The warnings below are serious and there for a reason.

WARNINGS MUST READ

DO NOT EVER LOOT THE ENTIRE CHEST AT ONCE. This will at best bug out your inventory and as worse crash the game.

I fully believe Larian did not expect anyone to use the chest like this making any use of it in this way is inherently improper.

Do not fuck around with the chest. I do not know what will happen if you throw, destroy, sell, place or move the chest when full of random crap.

The chest isn't always right. Because this is inherently improper keep an eye on numbers like carry weight and mundane item value. These can be a warning that the chest might start bugging your inventory.

Verify file integrity. If things start acting weird don't be afraid to put the game down for a bit, verify your files, and take a break. Verifying takes 10-30 minutes for me, just make dinner, do your laundry, take a shower, clean your desk, it'll be ready when your done.

This has not been tested in multiplayer. I'm trying to talk my cousin into testing how it for me but until them it's a mystery.

Consider the risk. Cheesing the game like this is not without problems. Personally I'm a dumbass who sees this on the same level as modding outside Vortex or CursedForge when you have no fucking clue what your doing.

Soooo I started a new game a turns out the chest isn't doing the thing.

It will still bug out your game if you loot all so don't bother doing anything with it but going "hehe the sword is now a cup"

[hmslusitania]

prompt number 2, 8, 15, or 35 for TimKon or something with arrowfam (tv or comics lol)? Or whichever prompt that's calling to you! :)

I went with 8: "Am I close?" "Not even a little."

The thing is, Kon shouldn’t really be surprised. Tim, who hates surprises but keeps secrets like it’s his first language, is exactly the sort of person who — given a modicum of leeway — would plan some insane surprise situation for his boyfriend without even letting Kon have a hint about what it is.

“You scheduled us all a shift in the Justice League’s old moon base because you want to see what happens when Bart tries to run at reduced gravity,” Kon guesses, poking the bare strip of skin between the hem of Tim’s shirt and waistband of his boxer briefs. Tim is sitting up in bed and hunched over his laptop, focusing heavily on some case details for his latest Gotham bullshit situation. Kon is pretty much immune to random body aches, but his back twinges in sympathy the longer he observes Tim’s posture.

“No, but I do want to do that now,” Tim says, shifting a little when Kon pokes him again.

“Why won’t you just tell me?”

“And ruin the surprise?” Tim asks, twisting to look at him. The new posture does nothing to help the state of his back, and Kon can’t look at it anymore without intervening. He snatches Tim around the waist, uses his TTK to put Tim’s laptop safely on the floor, and hauls him back to bed.

“Can I get a hint?” Kon asks, when he’s got Tim’s spine properly straightened out and Tim’s face mashed against his chest.

Tim hums, considering. “No,” he decides finally.

“You convinced Wonder Woman to let us borrow her jet, so we can go to that crazy mall out in the middle of space where they sell everything and relive our wasted youth as ‘hoodlums who lurk in malls’,” Kon guesses, grabbing the two Gotham goons trying to rob the bank he’d been assigned by the collars of their jackets and hauling them up into the air while they scream.

“If you’re going to operate in Gotham, please observe Bat-comm protocol,” Oracle scolds mildly through the earpiece Kon had been talked into.

“I was never—” Tim starts, and is interrupted by the sound of his bo staff hitting the goons at the bank he’d been dispatched to. Kon thinks this is probably moor coordination than the general Gotham goon squad typically gets up to — robbing a dozen banks simultaneously in broad daylight because they’d been under the impression there was just the one daylight vigilante — but he’s not the detective here and his only real job is to help prevent the robberies. “—a mall hoodlum.”

“That’s just because the one mall in Gotham that wasn’t constantly getting carpet bombed by fear gas when we were growing up didn’t have a game store,” Steph pipes up in the comms.

“Ooh! Is that the surprise? You’re finally gonna teach me Dungeons and Dragons?” Kon asks.

“Kids, as much as I respect both games that help you hone skills like improv and storytelling and math, and the joys of young love,” Black Lightning says over the comms. “Maybe you can work on planning your date night later?”

“Sorry,” Tim and Kon reply, and Kon goes back to delivering his set of goons to the waiting members of the GCPD Oracle had dispatched to collect them.

Kon doesn’t reconnect with Tim until they’re done stopping all the robberies, the Bats, the Outsiders, and Kon pitching in because he’s in town. He meets him on a rooftop where Tim’s perched on a gargoyle to observe his city, and he smiles when Kon extends the bag of Bat Burger takeout his way.

“Did you get the fries Jokerized?” Tim asks.

“No, that felt like it was in really bad taste,” Kon replies.

Tim hums and goes a little pink beneath his mask. “Actually, they’re pretty good, and since even Jason’s said that, it’s just one of those weird facts we have to live with.”

“If you guys go into Bat Burger in costume, do they give you discounts?” Kon asks, unwrapping his own burger. “Like, I think the Flashes all have free admittance to the Flash Museum, or would if it was possible to keep them out of it.”

“They don’t give us discounts, but they do look at us kinda funny if we order things besides the menu items named for us,” Tim says.

“This city’s insane, right, like, you do know that,” Kon says. It’s kinda supposed to be a question, but he can’t quite make it one since it’s such an obvious statement.

“Yeah,” Tim agrees, with nearly a fond sigh about it.

They eat their burgers in companionable quiet for a moment, and then Kon prods Tim in the knee. “So was I close? Game night?”

Tim grins at him. There’s a sesame seed stuck at the corner of his mouth, and it shouldn’t be cute, but Kon is uselessly gone on him, so it is anyway. “Not even a little.”

--

“Someone crafted a superpowered rage room and we’re going to—”

“Nope.”

“The Watchtower needs new permanent crew for a six-month shift—”

“It has nothing to do with space.”

“Well, that’s — wait, is this blindfold lead-lined?”

“Did you just try to x-ray vision your way into a hint?” Tim demands, and stops walking. Kon, guided only by Tim’s hands on his shoulders, also lurches to a stop.

“Well, yeah,” he says.

“Cheater,” Tim scolds.

“I already agreed not to use my super-hearing or my super smelling, you’ve gotta give me something,” Kon complains.

Tim mutters something under his breath that might be “I give you plenty,” but Kon’s pretty sure it’s not the time for that kind of talk.

“Step up,” Tim instructs, and Kon places his foot on a wooden stair that creaks under his weight. “Another one.”

The second stair creaks too, in a way that’s deeply familiar, and Kon knows before Tim says that there’s one last step onto the porch, and that really begs the question of why Tim’s dragged him to the Kent household as part of the surprise.

Tim circles around him and pushes open the front door, pulling Kon inside by the hand.

“Surprise!”

The call comes from more than just Ma and Pa Kent, and when Kon pulls down the blindfold, the living room is packed with people. Bart and Cassie and Cissie are all there, and Clark and Lois and Jon and Kara, and right in centre, Krypto, who launches himself to lick Kon’s face as soon as Jon lets go of his collar.

“We know it’s not really your birthday,” Ma says, nudging Krypto aside so she can hug him. “But it’s the anniversary of the day we got you back.”

“Kind of like a re-birthday,” Tim suggests, squeezing Kon’s hand.

“Okay,” Kon says, choking on the lump in his throat, which the rest of the group takes as an excuse to hug him as well.

“Sorry it’s not space,” Tim says when Ma squeezes him one last time and then goes to cut apart the cake she’s made.

“That’s okay,” Kon promises, kissing him even though his face is covered in Krypto’s slobber and even though Tim makes a face about that. “This is way better.”

[bluekidchaos]

toxic!mark hoffman x reader

this is ass btw

Pairings: Mark Hoffman x reader (no pronouns i think but envisioned as fem)

Warnings: 18+, manipulation, panic attacks, trauma, reader was in a saw game but no actual details are there, age gap (not actually mentioned but i envisioned it so in my head and i think it adds another spicy layer to the toxicness hihi), i guess kinda dub-con bc she’s only attracted to him bc trauma and manipulation so idk

Words: 1.5k

Can also be read on AO3!

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mark isn’t handling your case directly but he sees you at the station after you had won your game and he’s mesmerized as he sees you again

he approaches you and makes sure you are ok and don't need anything

when you’re at the hospital he visits you as much as possible, offering a shoulder to cry on and to listen when you talk about what happened (or anything really) 

he sneaks you non-hospital food and drinks and keeps you comfortable

when you get released he gives you his personal phone number and tells you to call or text whenever and he’ll respond as soon as you can

you’re a bit hesitant at first, i mean he’s already done so much for you and now he’s letting you bother him off the clock?

but he insists that it’s ok, the first text comes late that night, just a small thank you for everything

the next few calls and texts are few and far between but as he keeps reassuring you it's okay you feel comfortable calling him more, sometimes just to chat about random stuff

you’d consider him a friend at this point and you meet up a month later for coffee, you mention feeling paranoid in your apartment, it’s where you were taken after all and he tells you there's nothing to worry about but to call if anything happens

a night or so after the meet you call him in the middle of the night, he can tell you’ve been crying by your hoarse voice and the sniffles coming through the phone

“what’s wrong?” he fakes a tired voice. “i’m s-sorry, did i- did i wake you?” you almost sob out. “no, not at all, are you okay?” worry clear in his tone, “i can’t stay here, i keep seeing shadows move in every corner and i constantly feel like someones watching me.” you blurt it all out in one breath. 

mark tries his best not to let the smirk betray his voice, “alright, you’re alright. i..” he pauses “i might have a suggestion but please tell me if i'm crossing a boundary here.” he knows you won’t say no but he’s gotta keep up the act a bit longer

“please, anything, i don't know what to do anymore, i haven’t slept in days.” you sound so desperate for his help and he has to stop himself from groaning into the phone, “you can sleep at mine tonight, i’ll take the couch and then i’ll help you find a new place okay?” 

your heart misses a beat, and you wanna take the offer the second it leaves his lips but the thought of putting him on the couch in his own home stops you, “i can’t do that, i mean you shouldn’t have to do that”

“it’s fine, it won't be forever” he gives a little laugh that reassures you, “just until we find you a new place ok?”

you resing your hesitation, you’re too exhausted to argue “okay..thank you” mark smiles again, this time not caring as much if it's noticeable “alright, text me your address and i’ll come and pick you up right away, and pack a bag.” 

you hang up and text him the address and start packing as he said

mark already knows where you live of course but you don't need to know that, he waits in his car for the time it would have taken him to drive from his to you before stepping out of the car and going up to your door and pressing the buzzer, “i’ll be right down!” he hears you say through the door phone before it flashes green and he steps inside and waits for you

you come down the stairs fast, he can tell you haven’t slept in a while, the bags under your eyes the biggest indicator

he grabs the bag from you and escorts you to his car before driving the two of you to his place

it’s the first night you sleep through all the way, feeling safe as mark is just outside on the couch and you're surrounded by the smell of him and his things

the next morning you wake up by mark shuffling around in the room clearly trying to be quiet but he notices you stirring and goes still “shit, sorry i was trying not to wake you” you sit up and groggily rub your eyes, “what time is it?” he walks over to his dresser and grabs some sock out of it, you notice now he isn’t wearing a shirt, only some sleep short and you turn your gaze away, a bit flustered, “5.30 am, sorry i’m just getting ready for work. you should go back to sleep.” 

oh, work, right he has a life to live, now you feel extra stupid for taking his offer, depriving him of sleep when he has to get up and work, stupid. but it’s like he can tell what you’re thinking, “hey, you go back to sleep and stay here today alright? you can use my computer to look at apartments if you want.” you nod and lay down again, and you fall asleep before he’s out the door.

that evening when he walked through the door he was met with the most delicious smell as you greeted him from the kitchen, “i thought i’d at least make myself useful while im here so i made dinner” he walked over to the stove and to a deep breath, he probably hadn’t smelt anything this good in years. “wow, it smells really amazing, thank you, darling.”

the name made your stomach flutter, and you blushed at his praise, “oh it’s nothing"

the next 2 months consisted of you and mark living together, you cooked and cleaned while he was at work, making sure he always came home to a warm meal, he would go with you to look at apartments and give his advice and opinion when asked. you really appreciated it, he always knew when an area was unsafe or not and you seemed to be quite unlucky in your search as all the places you found were either in unsafe areas or unsafe apartments, you didn’t really understand that but you trusted marks opinion on your safety and if he didn’t deem it safe for you you didn’t take it. 

you and mark had also gotten closer during this time, he’d care for you through your nightmares and panic attacks, and he’d hold you while you cried yourself to sleep and stay all night in bed with you. you were so lucky to have mark, he really cared for you, he'd seen you at your worst but still cared. he’d kissed you one night while comforting you, it caught you off guard a bit but you craved his affection and touch. it was the first time you had sex. 

you tried your best to go out and be a part of society but it always felt like someone lurked in the shadows, ready to get you at any moment. sometimes you called mark in a panic bc it felt like someone was following you, 

he gladly came to get you every time, lamenting on about how you had to be careful and there were dangerous people out there, he would always bring up some case he was working on as examples, eventually you stopped trying to go out on your own

you had realised one night while looking at places together that you didn’t want to live without mark, couldn’t live without him, the thought alone made your chest squeeze and your breath heavy. he could tell you were having another panic attack and pulled you into his arms immediately soothing you, “hey, hey what’s wrong?” he pushed some hair behind your ear to get a better look at you.

your glazed and teary eyes find his and the look you give him makes him have to bite back a moan, he always loved seeing you like this, panicked, desperate for his comfort, only he could calm you down, “i can’t live without you, i don’t feel safe if you're not around, how am i supposed to be on my own, i need you there!” you practically wail at him in your hysteria, clinging to him like your life depended on it and to you it felt that way

mark only held you closer and ran his hands soothingly up and down your back, “shh, shh, it’ll be alright. you don’t have to move out if you don’t want to, i don’t mind having you here. i’d feel better with you near me too.”

“really?” you barely get the word out between sobs, “yeah, i mean we’re together anyways so moving together officially maybe isn’t that dumb. and it’s a dangerous world out there, how am i supposed to protect you if i'm not with you?”

you nodded in a haze, “thank you, thank you, i’m safe with you” you cried as you buried your face in his chest again and he continued stroking your back

you couldn’t see the smile on his face as he finally had you exactly where he wanted you

paranoid and afraid of the world around you, only trusting of him, your love

[sacredoraclez]

💫ᑭIᑕK ᗩ ᑭIᒪᗴ💫 ~ᗴ᙭Tᗴᑎᗪᗴᗪ ᐯᗴᖇ.~

💫🪼!ᑭIᒪᗴ Oᑎᗴ~ ᔕᗩᑎᗪ ᗪOᒪᒪᗩᖇ!🪼💫

what im pick up first is finding balance amidst chaos. sometimes, this can lead lead us to something valuable.

perhaps you find yourself at the moment surrounded by something causing you stress. this could be people, a situation, anything in your case. a feeling of being constrained, in a box, or something pushed to the surface that needs to be handled urgently. a time of purge, eclipse season energy.

it’s time to take a step back from whatever this is to reassess and find balance. take a step back for yourself and give yourself patience. find your balance and inner strength.

perhaps doing this will bring about a better outcome for whatever this may be.

trust that universe will bring you to new beginnings or rebirth from whatever this is for you

3,6,9 synchronicity. from anxiety, to balance, to rebirth/new beginnings.

find your peace and strength, find balance and focus on the self first

have hope that after this rough time it will lead you to focus on your souls mission and lead to a rebirth, a new beginning or fresh start.

this situation is starting to change for you, find balance and prepare for this new beginning/rebirth.

perhaps someone is revealing themselves for who they are. the right call is to find balance and walk away from this. the number 9, a number of finality. perhaps it’s time allow this to officially close.

it is time to walk away from false hopes and promises of whatever this situation is for you. time to focus on yourself. summon your strength to find this balance, and allow yourself to walk away. 1222.

listen to your inner voice, find your strength, and believe in yourself.

focus on a manifestation you’ve been wanting, perhaps for while now. have you put off something? a dream perhaps? focus on it again, or that find dream for yourself. by focusing on this, with patience and persistence, you will find yourself with greater opportunities. do not let this situation stop you any longer, go forward with your initiative and stick to it! fearlessly grow! start doing this for yourself, you’ll open doors to new possibilities and growth if you believe and focus on yourself! spirit is telling you that you’re worthy of this! let go of what’s holding you back! find your personal power to gain new opportunities for yourself! allow what needs to be purged, to be purged! allow yourself to change, to find balance, and find strength to overcome this so you may focus on your path and what awaits for you on this journey.! 🪼🫶

💫¡ᑭIᒪᗴ 1 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪᔕ!💫

💫🪼¡ᑭIᒪᗴ TᗯO~TIᘜᗴᖇᔕ ᗴYᗴ!🪼💫

have you started a new role? a project? a role of leadership or something new and exciting?! testing new waters, perhaps something that requires a load of patience! learning about yourself through this new role of leading others? random, but therapist maybe?

are you doubting yourself? second thoughts? invasive overthinking about if you’ve made the right decision?

have patience, pile 2! spirit is saying this your chance to ignite your spark, this is new and positive! the time for this path is now! stick to your path, do not fret just yet. step into this new role of helping others! no need to second guess or overanalyze going back to what once was. keep this dream! whatever this is, it’s good for you and you should stay dedicated to this dream and your desired outcome for it! let your goals unfold as they should, listen to your intuition about this. let your inner voice guide, not the negative thoughts! it seems you have a deep connection with spirit, listen to your guides and to your inner voice about what is truly aligned for you, not the negativity. this is a time to allow your desired outcome for this to come into fruition. it’s time to embrace this new path and allow the opportunities from it to come through. trust your instincts, especially if you feel called to lead others! don’t sit and overthink on the past, it’s time to follow your dreams! have faith in this path, your guides are here for you! allow them to guide you from whatever challenges you may face/negative thinking. whatever your worrying about, spirit is saying not to fret one bit! move forward on your path! sometimes, when we get into something new we can feel uncomfortable at first. “is this really right for me? did i make the right choice?” spirit is saying not to worry, when we go through transformation there are things we must do, that can feel outside our comfort zone at first! as we grow used to what seems new and unfamiliar at first, we realize it was actually something beneficial for us! 1818, you are meant for success! what may feel disruptive at the moment will soon guide you to success! the reason for this shall be clear and full of success!

111, 222 while picking up on your energy! very clear message for you! very amazing energy as well, whatever you’re jumping into seems a world full of wonder! though it’s tough to get through negative thoughts and adjusting to what’s uncomfortable, it doesn’t mean to regress back into our comfort zones.! we must stick to it and see our dreams through to the end! whatever this is for you, go through with it! beautiful message!🫶🪼

💫¡ᑭIᒪᗴ 2 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪᔕ!💫

💫🪼¡ᑭIᒪᗴ 3~ᑭIᑎᗴᑕOᑎᗴ!🪼💫

the past matters no longer. anything you’ve been taught/conditioned to think: in childhood, adolescence, or adulthood, you don’t need to follow it any longer. 222. figure out who you are in the present, don’t focus on what the past can ‘give’ to you any longer. you don’t need to go back to anything. no need to seek comfort in the past. stay committed to the present version of yourself.! no need to answer questions of who you were and what you did, time to ask these questions now! who are you? what do you want to do now? have the commitment to stay focused on who you are now, in the present. not any past version of yourself, or perhaps past situations. now is the time to focus on newer growth. only take your lessons and move forward with growth. take initiative towards caring for the new you.! focus on the new desires you have, ignite who you are now and take initiative towards yourself and your dreams, not of what is old! keep going towards this new version of yourself! don’t sit uncomfortably in the past when you can embrace the present, embrace your present self! seek wonder in your new self, fore it is time! only reflect on your lessons of the past and how you’ve grown, never dwell! go forward as the new you! remain present.!

choose to create a life that is aligned with you! follow the white rabbit into yourself and see where it takes you.!

take the time in the present to truly get to know yourself and your dreams! use your personal power to learn more about yourself, and you’ll find yourself anew! reborn! do not worry any longer of the past! have confidence, and believe in yourself! do this and find positivity in this journey of discovery! reflect on this new self and learn who you are! learn yourself and what your dreams are, explore this curiosity! truly embrace the present and let go of the past~~!

💫¡ᑭIᒪᗴ 3 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪᔕ!💫

💫🪼!ᑭIᒪᗴ 4~ᑕᒪᗴᗩᖇ ᑫᑌᗩᖇTᘔ!🪼💫

when we are detoxing, it is not as simple or easy as some make it. the process toward fresh start may not be the simplest, but it’s always worth it to be free of toxins. whether people, situations, places, whatever it may be, we always feel better when these toxic things are out of our lives. maybe you find yourself in a situation where a clean slate needs to happen. a detox of what is toxic in your life, or what’s inside yourself. it may not seem easy, maybe it seems impossible. it’s something that seems big; if we have accumulated toxins it may be to intimidating to confront, then we know it’s time to start getting rid of it. spirit says, taking one step at a time, day by day, doing something good for yourself is the way! doing something to introduce a fresh start little by little is how you can rid yourself of these toxins. if it’s a food or poor diet, slowly introduce some thing healthy in your diet. perhaps juicing or trying teas to slowly flush your body. if you wish to release a toxic person without drama, slowly distance yourself from them. if it’s a drug, take that step to rehab. take it day by day, it’ll lead you to a new clean slate. 333. it’s time to make the choice to go ahead and start making these small but big steps towards this. the path seems daunting, but you know it’ll lead you to something better for yourself. start with your mind. put some mental effort towards this choice and bring it down to the physical. create a safe space for yourself to do this- make it important for yourself and comforting in any way you can. your guides wan you to know that if it seems hard, they have your back through it all. they are your comfort. deciding to take these steps will lead you to alignment and fulfillment.

it’s time you grow out of what this toxin may be for you. it’s time for this cycle to end pile 3. its time to balance the scales- stand up to this toxin and make the choice to start detoxing this for good. we don’t have to allow certain people, foods, or drugs to continue to bring imbalance in our life. 555. make the choice to free yourself from this toxin. no need to bring judgement onto yourself any longer. this will open you up to new joys and positivity.! try with a positive approach too! know that doing this will bring about a ripple effect in your life! trust the path ahead, for it will bring you energetic balance. shift your perspective toward a positive one and make this choice to release these toxins. have the strength to preserve on this path, and this can lead to emotional well being and abundance(whatever abundance is for you!) whatever you feel may be hard in the moment, know it is only temporary! know that after the hardship you will feel better on all levels! approach to with love and positivity! final message is don’t worry ~! start to pursue this with optimism! release these toxins for good! it will be good for you in the end! i wish for you the best pile 4! very clear message and i hope you can cleanse yourself of whatever this may be for you! 🫶🪼

💫!ᑭIᒪᗴ 4 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪᔕ!💫

66~Don’t worry! Pursue your life with optimism!

💫~ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᑭᗴᖇᔕOᑎᗩᒪ Oᖇᗩᑕᒪᗴ, ᔕIᗰᑭᒪY ᗴᗰᗩIᒪ Oᖇ ᗰᗴᔕᔕᗩᘜᗴ ᗰᗴ~ ᕼOᑭᗴ TᕼIᔕ ᖇᗴᔕOᑎᗩTᗴᔕ ᔕTᗩᖇᒪIᑎᘜᘔ~💫

[little-winter-witch]

🍁Finally warm🍁

A Duskwood/Moonvale fanfiction. It was inspired by this artwork, which is not from me, but a random Internet find. If someone knows where it's from, please let me know, so I can give credits.

Also, English is not my native language, so please be patient with mistakes.

Contains a lot of love and fluff, but it's also‼️NSFW / 18+‼️

It was a cold and rainy October evening. You sat on your couch in your apartment, wrapped up in a warm blanket. A hot, steaming cup of tea was placed on your coffee table and thick woolen socks were supposed to keep your feet warm. But somehow nothing really worked. A slight shiver went down your legs, when you raised your body up to get the teacup. The wind outside was getting heavier. You could hear it howl around the building. You shivered again, but this time not from the cold. The rain, pelting against the windows because of the storm and the darkness outside gave you an eerie feeling.

Maybe you want to listen to this while reading for more immersion.

You looked at your phone, for the hundredth time that evening. No new messages from your new friends from Redlog yet. The fact, that you're involved in the case of a missing person, again, didn't help with that uncomfortable feeling. Especially since you've been waiting for a message from your friends from Duskwood for weeks now. The clock on your phone showed 11:47 p.m. For a brief moment you thought about just going to bed. But knowing, that you wouldn't fall asleep anyway, you decided against it and turned on the TV to distract yourself.

Knock knock.

You nearly jumped from the couch. That sounded as if it came from your balcony door. After a short moment of being petrified, you turned your head to the dark view of your balcony. Blackness and raindrops. You knew, that your fear was ridiculous. Your apartment was on the third floor and there was a heavy rain storm outside. You forced your eyes back to the TV screen and tried to calm your beating heart. What was wrong with you? You remembered the unknown number that had texted you. Someone had been out there, with Eric in the woods and asked you, if you weren't scared all alone. It hadn't been your first threatening message. You remembered how Richy as the man without a face tried to scare you away. It didn't keep you from helping the others, and this time, it was no different. But Richy hadn't really planned to hurt you. What if the person behind those new messages was different? Knew where you were? This time, you didn't have a trustworthy hacker by your side. While sipping on your tea you thought about Nymos. Did it still protect your phone?

Knock knock.

That was no coincidence. Your hands started shaking and you almost spilled the tea. This was a new feeling. Pure fear. But of what? There was nothing there! You placed the teacup back on the coffee table and covered yourself with the blanket, like it was some kind of magical protective cloak. Then you headed towards the balcony door. Slowly and shaking. There! On your balcony! You saw a dark silhouette, possibly male. The head was hooded and you couldn't see a face. You felt your heart almost bursting from your chest. Without turning away you grabbed an empty vase from the windowsill, took it by the bottleneck and placed your other hand on the door handle, breathing heavily. The door opened with a click. I swung it open, holding the vase above my head, ready to hit whomever might be there.

"MC...?"

I froze again and stared at the dark figure in front of me. It came closer, lifting the hood to reveal the face. In the light from behind me I could see him. A tall young man with black hair and blue eyes. Rain dripped from his bangs and he looked at you, uncertain. You could see, that he didn't know how to react or what to say. A shy smile formed on his lips. Slowly you lowered the vase and put it back on the windowsill without looking away. No. It couldn't be. The freezing storm pushed you back to reality. The man in front of you was completely soaked and within the short time you've been standing in the open door, you started to get wet as well. You wanted to ask him. Ask him for his name, to give you a sign that he was who you thought he was. Who you hoped he was.

"MC, it's me."

The young man spoke calmly, but you heard a slight tremble in his voice. It was a deep and comfortable voice and in a brief moment of insanity you found it so relaxing, that you wanted him to read books to you. Then you snapped out of it, jumped forward and just pulled him into your arms. He didn't need to tell you his name. You already knew it. He hugged you back. Slowly, but surely. And you pushed your face into his rain soaked chest, sobbing and crying. You were happy. You were relieved. It felt like a dream.

"MC? It's... It's really cold."

Slowly you pulled away and suddenly didn't dare to look at him anymore. Something had moved inside your stomach. You just realized what was happening here and who you'd just hugged. You nodded, grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the balcony door and inside. Then you closed the door firmly and there you were. Two lovers who'd never seen each other or talked to each other in person, soaked from the rain storm and awkwardly standing in the living room without knowing what to say. Your fear was gone. But the nervousness was almost unbearable.

"You should warm up first.", you managed to say and without looking at him, you headed towards the bathroom. Your nightly visitor didn't follow you. When you turned around, you saw why. He pulled off his wet shoes first and put them next to the balcony door. You couldn't help but smile. When Jake turned to you, to follow you eventually, your eyes met. Heat flushed through your cheeks and your heart started to race. With shaky hands you opened the bathroom door and asked him inside.

"Here, take off your clothes and take a hot shower. You can wear my bathrobe if you like, I'm afraid it's the only thing I possess that might fit you."

Jake came into the bathroom and looked almost longingly at the shower. You gave him some fresh towels which he took thankfully and left him alone to get some dry clothes for yourself. Standing in front of your closet, you got another problem. What should you wear? Nothing hot or seducing of course, but... Pajamas? After looking through your wardrobe a dozen times you could finally decide. Some leggings and an oversized sweater, that easily could've been a dress. Your woolen socks were wet as well, so you swapped them for new ones. Afterwards you went to the kitchen to make another pot of tea, took it to the coffee table and waited for Jake to leave the bathroom.

You waited quite some time. You could only guess what a hot shower must have meant to him, not knowing when the last time was that he was able to take one. But then you heard the water stop and the blow dryer being used. Just a few minutes later he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing your bathrobe and you suddenly came to realize, that if his underwear was also wet, he could be naked beneath.

"Thank you. That really helped.", he said and walked towards you. With hot cheeks you couldn't directly look at him again and pointed to the couch on which you were already sitting.

"I made some tea.", you said and nodded towards the teapot before offering him your blanket. Shyly he sat down, took the blanket and wrapped himself up. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the TV which you hadn't turned off, when you went to the balcony. Then, you couldn't take it anymore. You just had to ask.

"How have you been? What happened? How did you escape? How did you find me? And how on earth did you get up there?"

Your eyes got teary again. You had flashbacks from Ricky's call, from your last conversation with Alan Bloomgate and from the explosion in the ironsplinter mine.

"I missed you.", you added, almost inaudible.

Jake stayed silent for a few seconds. Then he looked at your phone.

"Nymos.", he answered. "It didn't only protect you. It also found you. And I'm pretty good at climbing."

He didn't answer the rest. And although you really wanted to know what happened, you accepted his decision. Maybe it was traumatic. Maybe he didn't want to ruin your first meeting with bad memories. Maybe he just wasn't ready yet.

You shivered again. Jake had your blanket now and your time on the balcony hadn't been helpful with your freezing. Jake seemed to notice what was going on. He lifted the blanket on your side. "Wanna share?"

Again, you felt that your cheeks were getting warmer and your stomach started to tingle. With a shy smile you crawled to him and let him cover the both of you with the blanket. When your body touched his side, it felt like an electric shock. Your breathing got faster and heavier, but also shakier. You were really thankful that the TV was still running, because it gave you a reason to just stare straight ahead. Jake was warm and he smelled really good. You felt every movement, how his shoulders went up and down by his breathing. Despite all your nervousness, you started to get a special feeling of safety.

Jake's left hand, that had been resting on his leg beneath the blanket, slowly found your right hand which had done the same. First, just your pinky fingers intertwined. Without looking at each other, you let your hands explore each other beneath the fabric. You could feel, that his warm hand was bigger than yours and his long and slender fingers tenderly played with your smaller ones.

"I missed you, too.", Jake said, almost as inaudible as you, but you still heard it. His hand gripped yours tightly. "I missed you so much. Every day. Every night. I could barely think of anything else."

You leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled your face into his arm. A mixture of Jake's scent and your own shampoo reached your nose. His head moved to the side and rested on yours. That way you sat there for a few minutes, just savoring each other. But his warmth, being so close to him and his scent had slowly awakened something inside of you. A deep, strong urge that's been there since you were texting about meeting each other in person for the first time. And now, that he was finally here, being so close to you and saying all those things to you, your resistance against it started to fall apart. Slowly you lifted your head up, your face wandering up, closer to his. Your heart was racing, your stomach tingling and your breathing short and heavy. Jake seemed to notice your movements. He lifted his head as well and turned his face towards you. Your noses were only millimeters away from each other and for the first time your eyes really met. They were beautiful, but also full of uncertainty. His cheeks were red and his breathing as heavy as yours. Slowly, your faces got closer to each other. Your eyes were exploring every corner of the other's face, but always returning to the lips. Tenderly, you stroke your noses against each other's.

"May I k...", Jake started, but you didn't let him finish. The last hint, that he wanted the same was enough for you to go the next step. He took a deep breath in, when your lips finally crushed down on his, and you could feel how nervous he was. Your lips played with each other and explored each other, and when you pulled away, both of you were breathless and shaking because of what just had happened. You wanted more, and you could see that he wanted more as well. But he was so restrained.

"Are you okay?", you asked and pulled away from his hand to be able to turn your upper body towards him. He nodded.

"Yes. This is... You are... Better than all I imagined. I'm just... Not the most experienced guy, you know? Being a hacker is not exactly the best way to meet women."

"Well, it brought you to me, so I think it's perfect.", you said and pulled him into a hug. "So you haven't ever..."

He shook his head. You couldn't help but smile. You pushed yourself back on his shoulders and looked in his eyes. This time, it was already much easier.

"Don't worry. That is not a problem at all. I am so happy that you are here. That you are safe. That you are finally with me. Let's just enjoy this, without any pressure."

He nodded and smiled shyly but relieved and this time, it was him who pulled you in for a kiss. When you reached out to grab his shoulder during your kiss, you noticed, that your bathrobe had loosened and instead of grabbing the fabric, you grabbed his bare shoulder. You couldn't help but let your hand wander around, while your lips were still playing with each other, and feel his skin under your fingers. You could feel, that he was getting goosebumps by your touch and his hands also started to move. The blanket had already fallen to the ground and the man in the late night news on the TV didn't reach any of you.

Tenderly, you let your hand wander, from his shoulder to his chest. Jake stopped kissing you and leaned his forehead against yours. He had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. His left hand rested on your neck, while the right hand had tried to find an entrance in your sweatshirt.

"I'm sorry. It's just so overwhelming. I've never felt this way before. And I never felt this urge before, to do.... Things. Indecent things. But now, I do."

There they were again, those tingles in your stomach. You lifted your right hand and stroked his warm, red cheek tenderly.

"You know, maybe I would be disappointed if you wouldn't.", you answered. Jake couldn't help but grin and chuckle silently.

"I don't want to disappoint you. Or worse. I could hurt you.", he said.

"You won't."

Jake opened his eyes and looked directly into yours, surprised and flustered by your answer.

"I would lay my life into your hands.", you explained. "And I love you. You already know that."

Jake nodded slightly. "I know. I read that message all over again and again. Because I love you, too."

"You don't have to prove anything to me, Jake. You don't need to perform and you don't need to be embarassed. All I want is to be close to you." With this words, you lay your hand on his chest, right above is heart. "I want to feel you and make you fell good. Who cares if you're experienced or not? You are here and you are mine. That's all that matters."

Jake's face had a deep red tone, but he didn't pull away. You could feel, that your words of affirmation had started both relief and tension. He wanted you and your words had weakened his fear and increased his desire. But he still was hesitant. You freed yourself from his grasp, raised from the couch, turned off the TV, took his and and pulled a completely flustered Jake into your bedroom where you pushed him tendlerly on your bed. Your bathrobe had opened on the way and you coud see his almost naked body with a visible bulge in his underpants. Although your heart was racing as fast as his, you felt like you had to guide him a little. Smiling, you sat down next to him and nuzzled your forehead into his cheek.

"Just do, what you think is right. What you feel is right. Relax and give in. You are not gonna hurt me or disappoint me. And I know you'll stop, if something was uncomfortable and I say so.", you whispered. "As long as you're here with me, and let me feel you, I'm happy."

Jake suddenly snapped out of his flustered trance, took your face into both hands and slammed his lips on yours. You just gave him the permission he longed for. You didn't know, if you were laying down on purpose, or if he had pushed you with a kiss, but it didn't matter. Slowly you sank into your bed, Jake in his open bathrobe above you. Your kiss got wilder, more passionate. You could feel, that he let himself dive into the desire he felt for you for so long. His left hand started looking for an entrance to get beneath your sweater and it was succesful. Jake started caressing your upper thighs and your stomach, getting dangerously close to your braless breasts. You wanted him to touch you there, wanted him to play with them, just you had imagined, when you dared to fantasize about him before falling asleep. His strokes came closer and closer, touching them for a brief moment. He wanted it, but you could sense how nervous he was.

"It feels good.", you whispered between your kisses to reassure him and his hand finally took the last step. When his fingers touched your nipple, it felt like he had finally scratched an unbearable itch. The tingling between your legs increased and you came to realize how aroused you already was, because Jake was finally there, touching your body and kissing your lips. He gatherered more courage and changed from stroking over your nipple to taking it between his fingers. You let out a slight moan and he started to rub a little harder. He was reading you. He didn't have any experience, yes, but that didn't mean he wasn't smart. He was a hacker who solved a crime with you, after all. You came to realize that he wasn't just giving into his own wishes. He was experimenting. And learning.

You throw your arms around his neck und pushed them beneath the bathrobe to grab his back. Your hips had started to gyrate and you longed for something to grind on. The unbearable itch was now between your legs. Your winding beneath his hands seemed to encourage Jake. His lips left yours and wandered down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses on their way. Then he pulled up your sweater until he had your boobs exposed. You felt a little embarassed, when he looked at you, but you could see how much he adored you, looking at you lovingly with hooded eyes and red cheeks, and you trusted him. His lips now found your breasts. He kissed around your nipples first, before touching them with his lips and... tongue! He started sucking and your back arched. Again, you couldn't help but moan. Your sudden movement had given you a slightly cool sensation between your legs and you realized that your panties were already dripping.

Jake lay down next to you. You looked at him, breathing heavily. His face came back to yours and your lips found each other, while he let his hand wander from your nipple to your stomach, where it met your pants. Your excitement grew, as he carefully slipped his fingers into your leggings and panties. And then, his fingers finally reached your most sensitive spot. You moaned against his lips, immediately grinding against him to find relief and pleasure. Jake started experimenting again. It felt like he was analyzing your every reaction on every movement and touch to find the perfect spot, pace and intensity. And he found it. Maybe the heat of the moment, your general arousal, the long teasing, his scent and your deep love and desire for him were helping him, but Jake soon managed to make you a winding, moaning mess. His ring and index finger had parted your lips, while his middle finger rubbed your exposed clit at a high pace, so softly that sometimes you could barely feel it, but everytime you did, it was like a soft electric shock, without hurting you by overstimulation.

When you felt your climax getting closer and closer, you stopped him.

"Please. I want the end to be... different.", you gasped. Jake was suprised, but nodded. Quickly you removed your leggings and undies and pushed Jake into the pillows. Your lust had removed any last bit of nervousness. Jake's cheek flushed in a deep red and he panted, when you grabed his boxers to remove it.

"I...!", he began, seemingly embarassed of his exposed penis, but you didn't give him enough time for that, since you had to act quickly to not lose his efforts. You wanted to come, but you wanted to feel him inside you in the meantime and him to feel good, too.

Without any further ado, you climbed on his lap and placed his tip on your entrance.

"MC!", gasped Jake and clung his fingers into the sheets. You were wet, you were aroused, you had been extremely close to climax and you needed him to be inside you. So you moved down and his penis dived into you effortless. Jake let out a deep moan, his eyes were wide open. Now it was your turn. You bowed down to him and while kissing his neck, shoulders and lips, you moved your hips heavily, chasing after the orgasm you had already almost reached. Jake had deepend his fingers even more into the sheets, while he let you to be in charge.

Your bedroom was filled with whimpering moans by you, desperately riding your boyfriend, by deep and flustered moans by your boyfriend who was overwhelmed by his own pleasure and the rainstorm that hit your windows relentlessly.

Finally you felt this well-known sensation, that you had given yourself in the past many times while thinking of Jake.

"MC, I.. can't take it much longer, it... it feels so good!", Jake panted. His words were enough to push you over the edge.

"Jake, I'm.. coming!"

Your body arched when the orgasm hit you and you could feel your muscles pumping and pulsating around him. Jake had started to thrust into you, since he wasn't able to control himself anymore.

"MC! MC! MCcccc!", he gasped with every time he breathed out while breathing faster and faster. The last time he said your name, he thrusted into you one last time and it was your turn to feel him pumping and pulsating. You gave him some time to catch his breath and come back to his senses. Then you carefully stood up and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll go get cleaned, okay?", you asked and he nodded. You went to the bathroom, used your toilet and cleaned your lady parts. When you returned, Jake had fallen asleep just the way you left him. Naked, with his arms still in your open bathrobe.

You let out a chuckle and covered him with your blanket before crawling next to him. Jake opened his eyes slightly and looked at you. A tender smile appeared on his face.

"That was.. you are... amazing.", he murmured and you smiled back at him.

"You too.", you whispered and kissed him tenderly. He turned his body to you and offered his open arms. You lay down on his arm and nuzzled your back into his chest. Jake held you tightly.

"Good night. I love you", you said.

"Good night. I.. love you, too.", Jake murmured almost asleep again.

You looked out of the window, where the rainstorm was still hitting the glass, savoring this intimate moment, slowly getting more and more tired. You could feel Jake's breathing, felt his body and smelled his scent. Your thoughts wandered off to what you just had experienced with him and you slowly dozed off.

You were happy. You were finally warm.

[petit-papillion]

It's crazy how misinformation keeps being spread. I saw a person on twitter who had a lot of followers and a podcast about f1 saying ferrari asked what tires carlos thought it was better and carlos answered "soft". And then they gave the soft to charles and hard to carlos.

When someone posted the transcription of the radio (from twitter user team55) that shows carlos answered "hards or softs" they said the transcription was wrong.

When someone mentioned ferrari wanted to give charles hards but charles refused, they said its not true and the only reason they gave charles soft was because carlos said it was the better tire.

I went back to listen the radios and the person is simply lying.

Ferrari asked carlos what he prefer between mediums, soft or hards and he said "hards or soft"

Ferrari told charles they were thinking about putting hards and he said "no that's stupid".

So whats the point to make up things like this ? Just so people can keep the narrative that carlos is the strategy master and ferrari favors charles ?

And it's one thing if it was just a random account but it's someone with a plataform. there's a lot of fans that don't have access to f1tv there are just believing what this person said.

Hi Anon! I feel like the F1 broadcasts have hugely contributed to this perception of Carlos being a strategic mastermind by being very selective about what they broadcast from team radio. Drive to Survive gets picked on for painting false narratives, but the main broadcast is, at times, just as bad. They pick and choose team radio, sometimes don't broadcast everything that was said or omit follow-up radio that puts the original one in a different light, or don't transcribe it correctly ("There was a cut." when Charles said "There was a cat." comes to mind). I do like that they put "I'm OK." on screen when a driver has crashed and they know from team radio the driver is okay. And I also understand it takes a little while to transcribe team radio. But to my recollection they have never actually said it's just a standard message they use, and instead they make it seem like they are quoting the driver, who in fact may have said, "I'm in the fucking wall." or "Red flag! Red flag! I'm in the middle of the track!!!"

Anyway, on to your point: why make things up? For the same reason drivers lie (and yes, they all do at one point or another) when they are on team radio or talking to the media. To make themselves look good/innocent. And some go to far more extremes than others. Fans are no different: we are biased towards our fave and have a really hard time accepting when he does something we don't like or agree with, as our meow meow just can do no wrong. Some people come up with excuses, others with just blatant lies. See recently Lestappen fans when Max chose Lando, Daniel and Checo as his top 3 friends on the grid, and they said he had to pick Checo because he's his teammate, otherwise he would've said Charles. Could be true, but that would still only put Charles as his 3rd best friend. Wouldn't Max have put Charles as his undisputed number 1 if they are really that close?

Sorry, I digress. The point is, we all need to use critical thinking to the best of our ability, check facts when we can, and try not to stay in a vacuum of like-minded people, but it's unavoidable to have false narratives slip in when it is being fed to us every race weekend. Commentators are biased and although we expect them to be objective, they often are not. I stopped listening to Sky, but it is incredibly clear Crofty's favourite driver is Norris, Chandhok is a Carlos-fan, etc. And you are right, not everyone has access to F1TV to check the onboards, but in this case, they do have access to Twitter and can look at more than just the tweets telling them lies.

In case anyone needs proof of what Charles said:

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