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callipraxia · 22 days

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Further Interview Analysis: the "Ford Plan," and Bill's Blind Spot

I didn’t sleep again the night after the “musical Weirdmageddon” post, and wrote a lot of loopy stuff the next day, and posted none of it. But then I slept, so yay, time for an attempt at some actual analysis! Original interview is, as before, here, with credit and thanks to @fordtato and @hkthatgffan.

"I think that Bill was trying to find Ford, but I think- I always think of Bill as like, this guy who has, like - you know, he’s stirring the pot of soup that is the Ford plan, and he’s got like 900 pots of soup across the universe of different things he’s working on, and at any given moment, he’s so cocksure that it’s all gonna work his way eventually."

Bill’s a trillion years old, so it’s like, Ford disappearing for thirty years is like- [snaps fingers] is like somebody saying they’re ghosting you and then texting you the next weekend, you know what I mean? He’s like- he’s like [handwave] “Ford’s gonna- Ford’s gonna be back. Ohh, [air quotes] we had such a big fight, Ford’s sooo mad at me,” oh, you know, “our will-they-won’t-they-take-over-the-universe relationship, like, he’s gonna- he’s gonna march off in a huff, and he’ll be back, ‘cause we’re- is Ford gonna find anyone else in the multiverse that strokes his ego as well as me?” Is there anybody else in the universe that’s gonna make Ford feel as important as Bill? No, of course not, Ford needs validation, and so Bill knows Ford’s gonna be back eventually.

...so, Bill still had a "Ford plan," did he? Like, some active plan that involved using Ford in some way to escape the Nightmare Dimension? Interesting.

I always interpreted his cliche-villain-gloating routine when Ford confronts him about being a liar as the point where Bill was ready to discard Ford altogether. If he had wanted to - if he could have been bothered - after all, he probably would have had a very high chance of somehow manipulating Ford out of the realization that he'd been played: Ford had been literally worshiping Bill a few days earlier. He was basically a cultist, and he was not only someone who'd spent way too long talking to Bill, he was also someone who could only confront Bill on Bill's turf, so to speak. But Bill didn't even try to turn it all around, because (ran my reasoning) he'd gotten what he really needed: the Portal existed, and you can't close Pandora's box. The technology was there. It would not, from Bill's trillions-of-years perspective, have taken very long to find some way to manipulate someone else into rebuilding the Portal once it existed even given Ford's attempts to hide the plans. Bill was scribbling on the Journal in invisible ink after Ford's last entry, before he buried it but after he wrote all about his plans in some detail, even drawing a map to J2. The Journal separation plan would have been laughably easy for Bill to work around. So at that point, I assumed that the only reason Bill didn't arrange for Ford to - if I may be blunt - kill himself the first time he blacked out was because Bill was basically getting off on the psychological torture and wanted to see how long he could keep it going/enjoy himself until Ford literally died of exhaustion. Ford certainly seems to think he'd have been killed if he had lost the game of 'hide and seek' in the asteroid field. I thought the idea that "Bill used Ford until he used him up, and now he was done with him" was basically canon, and that Bill paid no more attention to him from that point onward than you would pay to a broken Solo cup in the trash until Ford did something unexpected - ie, survived the Multiverse, came back with a death ray, apparently took out a few Henchmaniacs, almost shot Bill himself, and then survived the experience.

But here we have what I suppose amounts of authorial commentary which seems to directly contradict the idea that Bill didn't even regard Ford was worth finding and/or killing. Bill was looking for Ford, all those years - not all that intently, apparently, or really very long from Bill's point of view, of course, but still - and Bill still had a plan for Ford. Bill also, if I'm reading that right, seems to have really just expected Ford to come back, of his own free will, to join him eventually, not to kill him.

Of course, it's possible I'm reading that wrong, and Bill just knew that killing him would also give Ford a massive ego boost and that Ford would have to eventually reenter his orbit in order to attempt to do so. It's also true that Bill just not being able to accept rejection in no way, by itself, implies he wasn't planning to go "hahahaha, no" and kill Ford fifteen seconds after he finished begging Bill for forgiveness. But the 'Ford plan' bit seems to undermine that. Let's assume the hesitations and half-sentences are Hirsch improvising, not Bill actually cutting off a thought he might not like the end of. So was Bill genuinely never planning to kill Ford after he bumbled into the Nightmare Realm back in '82? And if not - what in the world was he planning to do to him once one of the Henchmaniacs caught him, then? And why do I have the feeling that whatever it was would have made murder seem both a) kind and b) not at all disturbing by comparison?

Also gives us, in a way, some insight into Bill. Kinda. We've always known that there's this...level, this very deep, seldom-relevant but very important level, on which Bill doesn't quite understand how people work. We see it primarily in the mistakes that Bill makes with Stan and Mabel. Maybe there was nothing he could have said or done in the situation with Stan to save himself, Stan had reached the point of literally suicidal determination and there's really not much you can do to budge someone at that point and especially not once their consciousness has already caught fire, but with Mabel - in Sock Opera, all Bill needed to do to win was keep his mouth shut for three more seconds. He was clever enough to see how Dipper and Mabel's relationship could be exploited to get Dipper to do what he wanted, but he did the exact opposite of what he should have done to get Mabel to do what he wanted, because for one thing he underestimates Mabel and for another...it comes back to that elusive Thing that Bill can't or won't understand about the deeper levels of humans. Or maybe it's Things, plural, and a distinct one for each person, but there's something there at the bottom of the personality that Bill apparently can't jive with.

With Ford, for instance, he clearly underestimates the power of genuine self-hatred and remorse. Bill may feel bad in some way about what he did to his homeworld, but look at the actual words of the Axolotl's prophecy: he feels that way not because he has realized at some point that what he did was fundamentally wrong, but because he wants to go home and can't. Essentially, his regret is for his own inconvenience. And in a lot of ways, I can see how that could have translated into him feeling he did, in fact, know all he needed to know to push Ford's buttons, because while it's never spelled out for us, it seems, based on his habit of carrying around family photographs on his person apparently since college despite not getting on well at all with his family, that there was maybe some tiny part of Ford that also wanted to "go home," and not just to flip off the town. Ford was also someone who deeply feared the consequences of his actions, if you read between the lines in the Journal - his worries about a 'Close Encounter' with the government, his scrawling that he must not lose his nerve on some early Portal notes, his talking more and more about Fiddleford losing his nerve in a way that starts seeming kind of projection-y - and Bill could certainly understand that fear perfectly well: we see Bill panic outright in the finale when he realizes he's out of options he's going to remotely like. In the unlikely event Stan would or even could save him, Stan obviously wouldn��t have done so so on Bill's own terms: Bill would have been stuck making an honest deal for once, or else left with the options of "die" and "take a one-in-a-million shot and do his invocation of the 'Ancient Power,' possibly putting himself squarely into the hands of an enemy whose full aims he probably does not know." But then, that's Bill's flaw - the things that drove him to become what he did were revenge and the fear of Death, of the ultimate loss of control. His arrogance makes him think he can take most any situation, no matter how disadvantageous it might seem, and twist it around sooner or later, but Death - well, that's it, ain't it? Or, as Horace might say in a really old translation:

When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsed The grand last doom, Not birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burst Torquatus' tomb.

(Horace, Ode 4.7. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. John Conington. trans. London. George Bell and Sons. 1882.)

Bit different from most translations I've read, but close enough and in the public domain I believe, so we'll go with that. It's possible that Bill's...unique...state of existence may actually make dying an even more terrifying prospect for him than it for the rest of us. He became what he was to escape limitations, including mortality - but after all that killing and burning and transformation, he found out that he might not ever die, but that he could still be destroyed. And even when he found his own 'territory', it started decaying around him, which proved that dimensions, too, can die even if nobody is apparently actively trying to destroy them. What happens to him then? That's what he's afraid of, and he cannot quite grasp that others might be able to overcome that fear in service of either another principle or another fear. That's where he keeps running into trouble in the series timeline, too. It never occurred to him that Gideon might have enough humanity to want Mabel to actually care about him, instead of just about possessing her - much less that Gideon could want that enough to risk death for it. It was inconceivable to him that Dipper and Mabel could voluntarily turn their backs on even a blatantly false paradise to willingly walk into a living hell, just because it was the right thing to do. And as for Ford and Stan....

Well, on one level, he's right about Ford. When he met Ford, they did have certain things in common: frustration, ambition, deep and secret regrets, loneliness, and fear of facing the consequences. Ford's desire for respectability and honor from those who had rejected him his whole life may have extended this even further for him than it went for Bill in some ways: he couldn't even admit to himself that what he was doing was totally self-interested, whereas Bill, like Stan, has long since come to terms with his own selfishness. And like Bill, Ford probably didn't even have the ability to see that no matter what he did, it would never be enough, and would never really satisfy him. But death? Ford doesn't fear death. Never really has, as far as I can tell, but he certainly doesn't now. The way he lives his life, the man might as well be courting death - sending it roses every week and buying all its drinks at the bar, so to speak. He and Bill both fear the consequences of their actions, but 'consequences' are a category, and it's just as possible to be afraid to live as it is to be afraid to die. And Stan...Stan is harder to be sure of. Certainly Stan's priority is always for self-preservation. He's probably depressed to some degree, and he will risk life and limb without hesitation when he perceives a threat to that which he loves, but that's something that usually happens in a crisis. He doesn't hesitate because he doesn't think about what he's doing, which is what makes the Final Deal such an incredible gesture for me - he not only had plenty of time to think about what was going to happen, but he had to actively take steps himself to enable it to happen. To me, at least, that seems the hardest thing...but then, the whole situation in the Fearamid is one that brings to mind some of my worst fears, to the point that I find the scene difficult to watch and I almost scrapped an entire 22,000-word story once just because it required me to write about a small part of it. I'm sure Bill risked death, in some fashion, to become what he is, and I'm sure he was afraid of failure every time - but he was less afraid of a bad outcome that might come from leaping at the chance for some semblance of life, any semblance of life, no matter what that might look like or how long the odds might be, than he was of doing what he knew would lead to...wherever even destructible gods go, when they go. This is why the Stans were the thing he couldn't account for, really. He couldn't conceive of having a priority higher than self-preservation, of overcoming his worst fear - and that was what destroyed him. Maybe, anyway.

It's sort of funny, actually - I started writing a completely different post yesterday about how to develop a new character based on some of Hirsch's remarks, and in the course of it, I made the remark that I found it hard to fathom how you could write any of Gravity Falls, at all, without knowing ahead of time that it is the story of (if I can make so bold as to quote my own story's dialogue) "the Faustus of New Jersey and His Knucklehead Brother and the Hazard Sign From Hell," and without at least a fairly good understanding of who those three people are and how they got there. If one looks at the story that way, I suppose you could say the events after their starting situation are also the story of these three being thrown up against the places where their real deepest fears lie, and seeing who has something he really, really will not compromise on...or at least, it did at the start of this paragraph. But did any of them, really? Bill blatantly fails that test, of course - Bill runs, just like he's been, in a way, running for his entire miserable existence. Ford comes close to what might have been a couple of breaking experiences for him - either surrendering to Bill or, had the memory wipe worked the way he thought it would, with living with whatever the fallout of essentially killing his brother would have been - but the universe was kind and stacked the deck just enough to let him cheat his way out of that one, at least for the most part. But what about Stan? He didn't want to die, but we already knew that he'd risk it for the kids, because we've seen him do that before. The way he went about it this time arguably took more courage than the others, when he just went in swinging at an immediate and obvious threat, but it was still an escalation on an established thing. Stan's real worst fear isn’t death - it’s of being alone again, of losing his family. That's the principle that overrides self-preservation for him. What would have happened if he'd been in Ford's shoes - required to take up the role not of the sacrifice, but of the one who performed it, giving up one member of the family to save the others? Could he have done that?

...though that is wandering from the topic I was originally talking about, isn't it. Which was that yeah, Bill is, in his way, as fallible as anyone else despite his immense resources - which is gonna be a fun topic to get into when I get around to the post in this series about writing higher intelligences, but that's also not the point, which was that Ford was never going to go back to Bill the way Bill thought he was, because Bill's inability to understand other people's ability to do things that he can't is a serious blind spot for him. It's the thoughts he can't have that doom him (probably...hopefully, anyway...), fortunately for the rest of us.

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moonbyunniee · 1 year

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put your head on my shoulder

characters ➵ kaveh, diluc, ayato, wanderer, thoma, gorou, tighnari, cyno, childe, kaeya, venti, heizou, xiao, zhongli, kazuha, albedo, itto, bennett, xingqiu, chongyun

synopsis ➵ your tired head falls on the stranger's shoulder on the train to work...

a/n ➵ hello again everyone! i haven't been posting any writing in almost four whole months!! i hope you missed me heheh :)) also, i hope it wouldn't be too much to ask for a reblog from your end? it really helps a small blog like mine :D love you all <33

he'd been minding his own business on the train to work, lost in thought about something or the other, when a warm feeling on his right shoulder had broken his train of thought. he'd looked over, and...well, he'd seen...you. he hesitates, glancing at your sleeping body resting on his shoulder. it's not as though he can't bear your weight on him, it's just...the touch is unfamiliar, something he's not used to, something he hasn't felt in what feels like an eternity. he sighs softly as you stir, not knowing whether he should wake you up or let you be. Well...it wouldn't hurt to be accommodating, now, would it?

xiao, zhongli, kazuha, albedo, ayato, diluc

a frown, or a scowl of some sort, is this man's reaction to most everything that happens to him, and he isn't giving this situation a free pass. the second he feels his neighbor seatmate's head drop onto his shoulder, he strikes his signature scowl. curse you for having the audacity to sleep on public transport anyway...why couldn't you just sleep at home? as he turns to shove you off his shoulder, though, he suddenly pauses, seeing your innocent, tired face. he curses himself internally for being so uncharacteristically soft today, but nevertheless changes his mind about shoving you off his shoulder. he'll just tell you to bring an actual pillow next time you choose to sleep on public transport. for now, he automatically stiffens himself, and prepares to lend you his shoulder until he gets to work. but this is only a one-time thing, of course...unless...

kaveh, wanderer

he blinks as he feels your head drop onto his shoulder. he already knows who you are - the tired-looking passenger who always, coincidentally, ends up sitting next to him. still, though, it's not like he knows you at all. he just pays attention to his surroundings better than most. so he finds it as almost second nature to shift himself a little, so you can be comfortable. sure enough, you unconsciously nuzzle your head into the crook between his shoulder and neck, your hair tickling his neck ever so slightly. he smiles softly, before yawning a little himself and resting his head on yours. maybe, he thinks, i could ask for their number when they wake up? just for their haircare products, nothing else...right?

childe, kaeya, venti, heizou, thoma

it takes him quite some time to process what's happening. head...pretty person...my shoulder? then it all comes to him in a tidal wave, and he gasps. ask anyone around the two of you what he acted like, and they'd likely respond with, "just like a high school boy finding his sweetheart!" he immediately went all red, his blush spanning from the back of his neck to his nose. as nearby passengers send him curious glances, he stammers and tries to clarify the situation - a fruitless attempt, really, as it seems he can't even manage to get a single word out. if only you were awake to see the impact your mere touch had on this man...he does, though, eventually calm down enough to let you have a good, undisturbed nap.

gorou, tighnari, cyno, itto, bennett, xingqiu, chongyun

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glenechoslasher · 1 month

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Could I have a John x fem reader where the reader reacts to John winning (but still beat tf up) in a bar fight?

Thanks bestie <3

Eyyy of COURSE you can bestie?! I have been practicing writing John, and I may not be the best, but I think I'm confident in my abilities. I think. But here, have a fun, flirty little brawl with your man~

"Trouble" ||

John Marston x f!Reader

Length: 2.1k

Rating: Mature: Mentions of blood, fighting, language

How John ended up in this situation was honestly beyond him, it was just an innocent outing with you and him running some errands for the ranch, and yet he was getting fist after fist pounded into his face.

After a long day of working, you could tell he was going stir-crazy. His old life was all about freedom and running around, doing things to bring in money or just getting to do as he pleased, but now? He was on a ranch, pretending to be someone he wasn’t to get by, and his trigger finger was beginning to itch. But to make you happy, to keep your heads low, and to survive, John had to behave and live as his persona for the time being.

“So, Jim,” you said with a smirk, “maybe we should stop at a saloon since it’s getting dark, we could eat a decent meal, maybe stay in a hotel for the night. I’m tired,” you sighed and leaned your head against the man’s shoulder.

John matched your sigh and flicked the reigns on the horses as he pulled them to the right, heading into Valentine's territory, which he hadn’t expected to be back here so soon. “I mean, it is a long way back, we could use the rest. And I am starvin’, could use something that isn’t a stew for once.”

You both pulled the wagon off and made sure the horses were comfortable, hitched to a nearby post, and then John helped you down to the ground and smiled wide with his arm wrapped around your waist. “Well, let’s get inside, maybe we can get a bath before bed, too,” he said softly with a smirk. He pulled you along and walked beside you, looking around the town that felt so different from when he was last here.

As you both entered the saloon, you definitely could tell that the environment was more lively, but you both tried to keep your wits about you as you ordered some food and sat in the corner, away from the rowdy group of people. The food was delicious and the conversation you shared was pleasant, as usual, but John couldn't shake the feeling that eyes kept falling on you both. He'd look away from you as he stopped mid-sentence to see one of the men staring at the both of you, but he tried to pay no mind, you were taking his attention.

The food was finished and you both were feeling content, the party of people in the saloon only grew larger in number and louder in volume, so you both figured it was time to head out to the hotel for the evening. John allowed you to walk out first so he could follow behind you, but you had barely gotten several steps toward the door when one of the men stepped in front of your path, blocking you from the exit.

“Hey there now, y'all ain't plannin’ on comin’ over to celebrate with us?”

“Sorry, friend, but we have other plans to attend to,” John answered firmly.

The man just scoffed, the reek of booze was strong on his breath, it was a wonder he was still standing. “Aww c'mon, my friend over there is gettin’ married, you could have one drink to congratulate him!”

“Sorry sir, but we don't even know you,” you said sharply, stepping back from him, and bumping into John. You felt a bit more at ease since he was here.

“And? You ain't heard of makin’ friends?” The man chuckled and grabbed your arm, pulling you along toward the table. He then decided to yank your arm and attempt to pull you over toward the table, but John stepped up and grabbed his wrist hard.

“We ain't interested, sir. My woman and I are heading out for the evenin’, so maybe next time you should use your brain and not touch a lady when she says no.”

John pushed the man away so you both had room to leave, but some of the drunk’s friends decided to get involved.

John stepped up protectively, his spine stiffened as his hand hovered over the knife that was holstered, hidden beneath his jacket. “Sir, you got till the count of three to back off and leave us alone,” he warned.

There had been a taller man who stood up from the table and interjected, pushing his friend gently off to the side. “Are you threatenin’ us?” He snapped.

“I ‘spose I am,” John retorted, holding his ground as he pushed you further behind him to shield you.

Another of the man's friends stepped up and tried to land a surprise swing on John, but he pushed you out of the way and took the hook to his shoulder. After that, John was brawling with several of the men who ganged up on you both. The one in the red shirt had tried to grab John to put him in a headlock so his friends could take their turns wailing on him, but your John was fast. He elbowed Red and kicked his leg in, causing the man to fall flat on his face.

That was one down—three more to go.

“I ain’t been in a bar fight in a long time,” John commented as he had both arms up, ready to block any attacks if needed, “but I’d rather continue my night with my lady if you gentlemen don’t mind.”

The three other men all ignored him and each one tried to punch him at different intervals to throw him off, but somehow, John managed to throw one man into the other and watched as the two tumbled straight into a table. The others who occupied the saloon were standing back and vacating the building. The bartender just sighed and walked off, not wanting to be part of yet another brawl. That left you, standing on the stairs away from the tussle.

The gunslinger looked back and you, making sure you were out of harm's way, then he got back to it. The two men who collided with the table were too drunk to stand, and all they did was stumble over one another. There was one left standing, and he was a little larger than the others.

“Look, I can just leave, no reason you gotta get involved,” John said nonchalantly, his stance easing up a little.

The man just glared down at him and he scoffed at the offer. “You ruined my engagement celebration, mister, I don’t take so kind to that.”

John just sighed and lifted his hands again, balling them into fists. “Alright then, have it your way,” he replied.

The man took a fast step forward and swung his fist straight at John’s jaw, and if it weren’t for the speed, maybe John would have dodged it, instead, he got nicked against his chin, which still caught him enough to cause some pain. That was all the distraction the man needed to step in and lunge at John, his larger body barreled into him and tackled him to the floor.

You let out a yelp, terrified that the man was going to have a one-up on John, and all you could do was watch in fear as your hands gripped the railing in fear.

The gunslinger was pinned onto the floor as the man above him threw punch after punch, landing a blow on his cheek, and almost breaking his nose at one point. John held up his arms to block and tried his best to use the strength from his legs to somehow get him to slip off, and he managed to throw the man off of him for a split second. He scrambled to find some balance, then rolled off to the side as the man recovered.

“Give up yet?” John asked with a smirk on his face as he licked the blood from his split lip, the bruises on his face forming fast.

The man just yelled out in frustration and then John had him in a blind frenzy, which made any man messy in a fight. John ducked from the swing and swung his right arm quickly, the blow landed in the side of the man’s temple, stunning him momentarily. Then it was over, John was finally standing over him and landing punch after punch in the man’s face until he fell unconscious. The gunslinger released the man’s collar, allowing his body to fall slack onto the wooden floor.

He looked up at you, panting to catch his breath as he straightened his posture. The people who occupied the saloon had all either hidden somewhere or run off, and there were just the two of you left with the pile of unconscious men scattered about on the floor. You waited a moment before hesitantly walking down the stairs to run into his arms, thankful he was alright despite being a little black and blue.

“As always you’re my hero,” you chuckled and reached up to touch his face, wiping away a smear of blood from his lip.

“And as always, we’re both gettin’ into trouble,” he replied gruffly.

You just scoffed. “We?”

“Well yeah, you’re my accomplice, partner in crime, ain’t you?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus you’re the one always gettin’ the attention,” John teased as he slipped his arm through yours. He pulled you along and threw a couple of bills onto the countertop, then escorted you outside and across the muddly way, leading you straight to the hotel.

You both walked inside, the environment a complete flip from the saloon, and you were more at ease now, and even more thankful when you saw the list of services. The gentleman behind the counter stopped sweeping the floor and greeted you both with a kind smile.

“Howdy, how can I help y’all this evenin’?” He looked between the both of you with concern but didn’t voice them.

Your eyes looked over at John with a smile and then back at the desk man. “One bath and one room, please.”

The man smiled and got everything situated for you both, you thanked him and paid, then pulled John up the stairs to the bath. He followed obediently and cracked his neck as he ascended the stairs with you, groaning.

“Sleepin’ is gonna be a bitch, I just know it,” he complained.

“Well if you behaved for five minutes you wouldn’t have to worry about it, would you?” You scolded playfully as you looked over your shoulder at him. “He got some good hits in, but not gonna lie, Mister Marston, you looked really good kickin’ his ass.” You flashed him a cheeky smile and continued to lead him to the bath. “You go get cleaned up, I’ll get the room ready.”

You almost walked away, leaving him in front of the bath door, but his hand grabbed your wrist, and then he pulled you back toward him, falling into him as his arms wrapped around you. “Yeah? You think I looked good, huh?” He asked flirtatiously, pulling you close so his face was mere inches from yours. “Then why do you think you can just leave me here alone?” “John Marston, are you implyin’ I’m gonna join you in your bath?” You gasped, faux shock crossed your features.

All he could do was smile, the raised edges of the scars across his face made his face look extra handsome, and the dim lighting in the hall only made you admire his face even more. “Nah, I’m declarin’ that you are, unless you don’t wanna?” His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into the most tender kiss he could manage.

When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open and you just stared up at him with a lovestruck smile. “Well, when you put it that way…”

That was all the confirmation he needed, so he opened the door to the readied hot bath, pulling you in after him, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he closed the door behind you both. You sighed as he leaned your hands against his chest, just smiling up at him with that look.

“I know that look, what is it?”

“Nothin’, you’re just trouble, John Marston,” you said softly, your hand cupped his cheek again, mindful of how gentle you had to be. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know that, right?”

The man looked down at you and pulled you into another kiss, pulling away a moment later with that charming smile you were unable to resist, his hand reached up to brush your hair away from your face so he could see the light in those pretty eyes of yours. Just a minor setback to your shared evening, but John always had ways to make it up to you.

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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╰┈➤ You're Relaxed, You're Sublime, You're Amazing

➜ Synopsis: You've had many try and claim to be your "number one fan" ever since you've started gaining a following, but this one was different from the rest. And he'd never let you forget it.

➜ Pairings: Ryusei Shidou x fem!singer!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Dubcon, mentioned stalking, forced entry, reader is a well-known singer in the community, reader being a cabaret or pop singer implied, restraining, bruising, floor sex, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is smaller than Shidou, potential word vomit, author simps for Shidou way too much and is still new to writing smut oops

➜ WC: 4,000

➜ Note: for part of the dark content collab by @/ilyluffy! i just had to join in and write for my insect boyfriend <333! while there are allusions to reader being a cabaret or pop singer, feel free to use your imagination if neither are your thing <3! i also took a little inspiration from my kinktober day #6, iykyk. it's also my first time writing for my boi, apologies for him seeming off ;w; title from slipknot's "virus of life"

➜ Songs as Inspiration: Virus of Life - Slipknot, Killpop - Slipknot

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

Now usually he didn't care for any type of person, much less any type that threw themselves at him. Most of the time he would roll his eyes and be on his way or even entertain them a little and never follow through with his promises on some occasions. The only one that fully got his attention was Sae and nobody else.

This time would be different however. And it all started when he saw one lovely little entertainer on the stage.

You.

For months, Ryusei Shidou would go to the bar every Saturday night to watch you sing for the bar patrons. Ever since he first watched your performance weeks after your debut, he felt something inside him stir.

How you sang your heart out on the stage, how you moved the crowd with your voice without much effort, how you looked… Shidou was entranced by it all. Just who were you? How long did you perform for this shithole of a bar with sometimes below average drinks and food? In his eyes, you were a mere jewel in mystery. One that needs to be picked away to a better place than this, that’s for sure.

What was that Ego said about someone being a “diamond in the rough” again?

As you continued to serenade the crowd, he leaned forward to get a better look at you and focus on your singing better. In this moment, he could imagine himself being alone with you in this lonely bar. At this very moment, no one else in this dingy bar existed except you and him. To him, it was you singing and swaying your hips for him. Not for the crowd, but for him. For his eyes only.

It was a good thing that he went to said bar alone tonight, otherwise Sae would wonder what was going on in his head. Then again, he doubted that the other man would even bother to ask.

Try as he might, Shidou did attempt to tune the rest of the crowd out; but unfortunately he could hear them all: the wolf whistles, the whispers about you, and the not so quiet comments among sober and drunk men on what they would do to you. It irritated him so badly, he wanted to drag those men away from the bar and beat them senseless. His fists clenched tightly just thinking about it.

Sure he couldn’t blame those men, you looked even more divine than usual. With your light makeup and high slit dress, you truly were a sight for sore eyes tonight. A real beauty so to speak. A beauty that should not be shared let alone seen by the ordinary folk who don’t deserve it. Hell, Shidou felt like he didn’t deserve you on some occasions.

As Shidou watched you croon the final notes of your song into the mic, he decided what he needed to do. Something that he should’ve done so long ago after watching you perform at the very same but very shady establishment.

It was time to pay a visit to his favorite songbird.

Yes, this was perfect for him. Even if you wouldn’t love it, you would eventually. You would see…

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The next day came and you were alone in your house, sipping some coffee while watching TV in your living room. All was quiet and well as you reflected back to your performance. The crowd enjoyed you as per usual, and you even seemed to pick up one or two new fans. You even gave someone an autograph, which surprised you. It wasn’t the first time that people wanted your autograph or on rare occasions a picture with you, but it still felt unreal to you. You didn’t think you were super famous or anything along the likes of that, if anything you thought of yourself more as a small singer within your community who had a dream of hopefully making it big into stardom.

It seemed like wishful thinking, but you could always dream either way.

As you were daydreaming while sipping your coffee, you almost jumped from your spot on the couch hearing a knock on the door. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you began to wonder, ‘Did I expect someone today?’

Nevertheless, you got up and opened the door and were greeted by a smiling man. Immediately his appearance surprised you— tall, well built, pink and blonde hair, and the most striking feature of all: his eyes, being a pink color and appearing almost catlike. As you continued to take in his full appearance, his smile stretched into more of a grin. You won’t deny that the sight of it made you a little anxious. Still, you didn’t want to judge from appearances alone so you tried to be friendly.

“Hello sir, can I help you?” You asked, beginning the conversation. You opened the door a bit more to reveal more of your figure.

Shidou had to refrain from licking his lips at the sight of you. Sporting a slight bedhead, a robe, and a sleepy expression now waking up at the sight of him? He still thought you were the most beautiful woman ever. And he was definitely curious to know what was under that layer of clothing. But he had other matters to focus on first, that part could come by later.

“None of those formalities now babe, I’m just here to greet ya and tell you that ‘m your biggest fan! And I wanna know if I can get your autograph, what do ya say?” That grin was still there on his face. And that’s when you noticed it, he had a piece of paper in his hand.

A confused expression painted on your face as he continued on, noticing it, “Doesn’t ring a bell, huh? I saw you last night if that helps. I always swing by on Saturdays to catch you singin’ live, and I’m surprised you’re not putting out any albums yet.”

“Oh! Forgive me, it’s still early in the morning and I’m not one hundred percent awake yet! I’d be happy to give you an autograph!” You exclaimed, your expression changing into a smile. “Could I ask for your name?”

Shidou almost melted at the sight of your smile, he almost wanted to take another picture of it like he had the previous times. Before he could let his mind wander any further, he waved you off before digging in his pocket, “Got a pen here. Just be sure to add ‘To my biggest fan’ somewhere, why don’t ya?” He asked, which made you laugh in response. Your laugh just made his heart beat and that stirring feeling inside him arose even more.

After signing for him and wishing him well on his way with a teasing “See you around, biggest fan!” and a laugh, you shut the door on him, back to whatever what you were doing previously. Shidou frowned after you shut the door, unhappy with what you just said.

Looking down at the autograph, he was greeted with the previously blank sheet now written with your handwriting. On it, in bright red ink were the words: “To my biggest fan Shidou, thank you for all of your support. With love,” and there was your name at the end with a star drawn next to it.

It wasn’t the autograph that now irked him, far from it actually, it was your laugh and teasing tone when he told you he was your biggest fan. Maybe it was because you had others in the past claim that they held the title? He wouldn’t have doubted otherwise if that were the case. As he turned away from your home, the frown on him grew deeper. No, he refused to have anyone else claim to be your “biggest fan”. Not now, not ever.

Two people walking by noticed the angry man storming off in their direction and immediately moved out of his way but Shidou couldn’t give any less of a damn. There were many thoughts going on in his head but out of all of them, only two stood out the most.

One: Stop himself from crumbling the autograph. Otherwise, all that time planning to meet you would’ve made everything a waste if he chose to destroy something so precious from you. It took so long pinpointing your address after all… even more so when he chose to hire a private investigator for help.

Two: You may have been laughing and joking around with him, but he was really serious when he said that he was your biggest fan. And he was going to prove it to you one day, all he needed to do for now was bide his time. It was a good thing that he could stop by on Saturday too, which left him to eagerly wait until your performance ended later.

With that, his frown changed into a wide sickening grin as he let his mind finally wander. He couldn’t wait to see you after the show, he had something for you.

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“Good night, everybody! Thank you!” You cheered into the mic, waving goodbye to the crowd. As you walked off the stage, you smiled. A lovely showstopper, which was rare mind you, and with a supporting audience? You felt like you were on fire tonight. You’d get a simple applause from half the crowd whenever you sang for them, but tonight was different. Everyone was really tuned into your act. This had rarely ever happened to you but who were you to complain? As long as you got to sing for people and at least gain a little support, you were happy. This time, you felt like you were slowly but surely coming closer to your dream of becoming a famous singer.

Sure the dilapidated bar with stale drinks and food was not really ideal for you compared to other nicer places you sang at, but in a way it was like another home for you. It was the first place you ever sang at.

Before you could reminisce some more, you headed outside to your car. When you opened the car door, you felt an… odd feeling. Like you were being watched. Looking around cautiously, you saw no one. The street lights illuminating the otherwise shady parking lot and streets caught nobody hanging around, it was only you and your car alone out in the dark.

Never mind that, you shook off your paranoia as you quickly got in and headed home. But you still felt a little afraid that there was someone or something out there and you couldn’t see them.

That feeling only got worse as you got home.

The feeling of dread seemed to grow as you quickly stepped into your house. But what you never anticipated was someone being fast enough to follow you home.

As you tried to quickly shut the door, you were horrified to be greeted by a large hand stopping you at the last second. You gasped out in shock and tried to use all your might to close it, but this person was much stronger compared to you.

After they forced the door open with great strength which caused you to stumble back, you were greeted with the same man you met last week, same grin on his face too but much more sinister compared to your first meeting.

“Sh-Shidou?!” You exclaimed as he shut the door and locked it. “Why are you here? What do you want?” You cried out as you quickly backed away from him.

Shidou only quietly approached you no matter how much you tried to put as much distance between you two. This made you turn and try to run away to the back door, but it was no use. He chased after you in no time and grabbed you by your forearm. Dragging you back to him, he wrapped both of his arms around you, preventing you from moving away from him.

“I can show you where the money is! Name a price and I’ll cough it up, just please don’t hurt me!” You pleaded, squirming around to try and free yourself.

You then froze up and felt your blood run cold as he leaned down and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “I don’t want any of your money, baby,” he whispered. “I want you.”

“What do you mean… what are you talking about?” You whimpered out, already frightened from the situation. How could someone think that this was okay?

“You know what I mean,” he responded. “Y’see, I hate how many dudes at that damned bar look at you. The shit they say about you irks me and you either don’t notice or care about them wanting you all to themselves for the night or to rip off those pretty little outfits you wear on stage… makes me wanna beat them up until they’re blue in the face,” he added, before licking your earlobe.

You couldn’t even move a muscle as you tried to comprehend what he was saying, but he didn’t seem to mind that. Nor did he seem to mind the shocked expression on your face as he continued, “What really bugs me the most was that you didn’t take me seriously when I said that I was your biggest fan. It seems like y’ had people in the past tell you that, no? Don’t worry, I can prove to you that I’m serious.” With that, you felt his hands work his way under your shirt.

You finally snapped out of your stupor as you tried to push him off of you, but alas it was to no avail. He grabbed your wrists and held onto them with such a tight grip that it made you wince out in pain, it seriously hurt.

As you looked up at him to plead, you were shocked to see him staring down at you with an angry glare. “You better stay still,” he threatened.

But you refused to give in, still resisting him and wanting to get away so you can call for help. All your efforts were in vain as he kept his grip, even more so when he knocked you both to the floor. At this point, you could already feel the bruises forming on you, mainly on your wrists.

“Stop it,” He growled out, pinning you down after you tried to kick him away. “As much as I love babes putting up a fight, it’s already getting old. Knock it off.” His tone made you freeze up again and even cry. You didn’t want to give him what he wanted, but what else can you do at this moment? He was much stronger than you and was already bruising you up. His strength terrified you and so did he.

Chuckling darkly at you finally starting to give in to him, he began grinding into you. You could feel his length starting to harden under his jeans, which made you whimper again. He leaned in closer to start kissing and licking up and down your neck. “See? Wasn’t so hard now, was it? Hm?”

You couldn’t respond as a lone tear slid down from your eye, trying to keep your breathing stable. You could now feel your body starting to betray you as you began to feel your clit throb from his grinding. You kept your lips pursed shut, trying not to make a sound.

“Hey now… don’t look so terrified, songbird. I’m not gonna hurt ya now that you won’t fight me anymore,” he said. Pulling away from your neck, he stared down at you with a soft smile, as soft as it could be anyway. He wiped away more tears sliding down as he cooed at you, his eyes seeming to show a glint in them. Did he enjoy the sight of you crying and trying to keep yourself calm?

You only closed your eyes, not choosing to say another word as he lifted your shirt up to reveal your bra before unclasping said undergarment. After he held you up to remove both items, he immediately latched his mouth onto your right nipple. Sucking and tugging on it, he barely heard your whisper, “Shidou, please…”

“Ryusei.” He added, removing his mouth.

At your questioning gaze, he grinned, “Call me Ryusei, babe. ‘S my real name and would sound better coming from your pretty lips.”

“Okay… Ryusei,” you said. This made his eyes light up with glee before he latched onto your breasts again, switching from right to left as he began to remove your shorts and panties. Now completely naked under him, he ran his fingers up and down your slit, chuckling at the wetness that formed.

“And to think that you didn’t want me, this pussy says otherwise and she’s begging for more attention,” he muttered, covering his fingers in your slick as he moved away from you so he could see everything.

Before you could protest, he slowly inched his middle finger into your opening, slowly stretching you out. You let out a gasp as he began moving it back and forth before he let another one in. The stretch was unexpected, but you tried to adjust.

“Don’t clench now. If you can’t take my fingers, how are you gonna feel when you try to take my cock, hm?” He hummed, watching your expressions before looking down at your pussy taking his fingers in. He smirked, watching you relax and unclench so his fingers could go deeper into you.

As your breath hitched and you flinched a bit, he laughed knowing he found your sweet spot before pumping his fingers faster and faster, abusing your g-spot. He was, however, displeased that you were covering your mouth with one of your hands to prevent yourself from making a sound.

Ryusei tsked, using his free hand to move yours away, holding it down next to your head. “Nah nah, we can’t have that happening. I thought it was already clear that you weren’t gonna fight me anymore,” he teased, enjoying your distressed expression. “Don’t worry your pretty head now, I won’t deny you the chance to cum after that, I can’t do that to my favorite star.” With that, he pumped away even faster, causing you to let out a loud moan.

This pleasurable feeling was very different compared to the previous times you were intimate with someone. You wanted to kick yourself for even thinking this was pleasurable, but you couldn’t think right now as you came, letting out a loud gasp at how unexpectedly quick it happened. And without warning too.

Ryusei smiled down at you, watching you catch your breath after gushing all over his fingers. “Look at that, you sure came a lot, huh?”

You didn’t say a word, choosing to turn your head away from his leering gaze.

This didn’t sit with him as he used the hand that held your wrist down to grab your chin and make you face him. “Don’t get all shy on me now. The best part is coming now.” That made you feel flustered.

Yet, you began to feel… excited? At this point, you just gave up. There was no way to leave him now, not until he was done.

You felt yourself become wetter as you watched him strip away his clothing, purposefully taking his time as if he wanted to tease you. You whimpered again, not liking the way he was messing with you.

He cackled at the sound of it, “Ah, so you don’t like that huh? I see. It would be rude to keep my little star waiting for too long, right?” He removed his pants and briefs to finally reveal his cock.

Your eyes widened a bit at the sight of it, not ready for what was to come. You tried to back away, feeling nervous. “I- I can’t-” you began to stammer out.

Seeing you like that from his cock of all things made his sinister grin come back and his ego soar. He grabbed you by your thigh and pulled you back to him. “Stop bein’ scared, babydoll. It’ll fit. We can make it work, right?” His grip on your thigh tightened after he said that, almost as if it were a warning. You nodded frantically before laying back down.

You gasped as the tip began to rub against your clit, before Ryusei began to coat your slick all over his length.

As you took a deep breath, you let out a long exhale as he pushed into you. As he began to fill you up, you couldn’t believe that he was already stretching you to your limit. Even Ryusei let out a groan, unable to believe that you were so tight.

When he finally bottomed out in you after what felt like a while, you let out a quiet moan as you tried to relax again. This was much different from taking his fingers, so much longer than them. And girthier.

“Shit… so tight even after me fingering you, this’ll be a lot of fun,” he laid down on top of you, careful not to use all of his weight as he began to whisper in your ear. “Hold onto me, baby. I won’t go easy on you soon enough. Already feels so good,” and before you could react, he began thrusting into you.

His pace was not fast but it was hard; leaving you a breathless, moaning mess under him. You didn’t think you would cling onto him as he fucked you, but he did. The room almost felt hot as you held him close to you, your breasts jiggling slightly against his chest.

You let out a loud moan as he once again found your sweet spot, Ryusei could’ve sworn you grew wetter from that, and so, he began pistoning his hips. Repeatedly nudging against your spot along with him leaving love bites on your neck, it was hard to keep quiet. Sooner or later, the neighbors would hear the commotion and know what was going on from your moaning alone.

“Ryusei… I’m so close,” you whispered out, making him smirk. It was funny that you were letting out the loudest moans but you decided to whisper that you were reaching his peak.

Nevertheless, Ryusei let out a groan in pleasure before kissing your cheek, “Me too baby… I’m gonna cum too.” He then continued to mark you up, not satisfied with what he left on you so far.

Finally you feel it, you reach your climax around him, letting out such a pornographic moan that would make the passerby blush if they heard you. Scratching up his back, you began to whimper from the overstimulation starting to reach you as Ryusei continued.

After a few more thrusts, you let out a gasp as Ryusei bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, finally cumming and filling you up to the brim. He gave a few more thrusts before finally pulling out slowly, making you wince.

Now that you felt his cum leak out of you, you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes, glad that it was all over… that was until you felt yourself turning over on your stomach. Opening your eyes, you attempted to get up before feeling a large hand press down on your back. Now on your hands and knees, you looked back to Ryusei; only to be greeted by the same sinister grin that now scared you.

“C’mon now, did you think we were done so soon? ’m only just warming up,” he teased, grabbing your hips. Just as he inched his cock inside you again, you gaped, feeling that he was deeper than ever as soon as he bottomed out.

“Now why don’t you put on a little show for me like you did at the bar earlier? After that, I might just keep you as my little nightingale from now on.”

#candy uploads 🍭#blue lock #blue lock x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader #after dark 🌩#lemon pastries 🥐

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bomberqueen17 · 3 months

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noodle bowl recipe/technique

When I'm not at the farm it's always a struggle to eat as many vegetables as my body wants me to eat. Like it's just confusing to go out and buy vegetables when you're really used to just kind of going to the walk-in cooler and being like "ok what have we got too much left over of, time to Eat That", and I need to overcome this by having a recipe in mind beforehand but one I can adapt if they don't have the thing I'm thinking of at the store. So I'm trying to collect not recipes so much as techniques, because I have this problem where it's hard for me to follow a recipe because I accidentally skip reading the middle of it. Ha.

(I saw a good post about how "measure that shit with your heart" is misleading and like, mood. I am a very experienced cook but I have attention problems and can't follow a recipe if I'm tired or distracted or in pain. So I'm trying to link to real everything is measured for you recipes where I can, so if you haven't made this before and don't know what it should look like, you've got a tested version with proper amounts to start with. Just like I do! And then once I have the technique down, and the relative amounts, I'm sharing my method, which is less so on the measuring and more on my mother's technique, which is "you put in enough and then cook it until it is done", which when I was new was so frustrating, but now that I am old, I know it is 100% based on practice. And that's all, there's no mystery, it's just "I've made it before and I know how it should look so you just make it look like that." Now that I can't reliably read a whole recipe and not miss a big whack of the middle of it, I rely so much on having practiced and generally knowing what things look like when they're "right". But it's not magic and I'm not measuring with my heart I'm measuring with my practiced eye and hand.)

Anyway. Rice bowls or noodle bowls are a fantastic way to just throw a bunch of vegetables into a nice yummy sauce over a good comforting starch and have that be a meal. I tend to do a noodle bowl, and then any left over ingredients get incorporated into a fried rice scramble thing later, so you can keep that in mind if you want to try this.

I found this recipe for butternut squash mushroom noodle bowls. And I tried it as written, and it wasn't bad, but for me, roasting everything in the oven was very hard to time and didn't turn out fantastically well. YMMV, but I have more experience sauteeing things. (My first attempt I also used bok choy instead of spinach so I roasted it separately on another sheet pan according to a technique I've done before for roasted bok choy; this approach would probably work just fine if you were paying more attention than I was; my main issue was that noodle bowl recipe linked above gives far too little time for the butternut squash to roast so mine was unpleasantly crunchy. It's wrong, give it longer, and so I found it best to just not try to squeeze anything else onto the sheet with it as that recipe directs.)

So I changed it up for a second try.

First thing I did was peel the butternut squash with a vegetable peeler (I find it easiest to do this if I kinda cut it in half crosswise first), then scoop out and set aside the squash guts, then cube the thing up and roast it on a sheet pan, drizzled with peanut oil and salt and set at 400.

That's gonna take like 45 minutes or so, so I set most of my timing around that. Check the directions on your noodles or whatever, figure out what order you've got to do those in. (Soba are best for the protein, but I had rice noodles and they needed a pre-soak and it messed up my timing, which is why I'm making this note here.)

dice an onion. preheat skillet, add oil, begin to sautee onions.

rinse and prepare bok choi or other green of choice.

when the squash is part of the way cooked (like 25 minutes or so, give it a stir and check it to see if it's softening at all), take the seeds you set aside. separate them from the guts (I squeeze them with my fingers out of the assorted gut-fibers, works pretty well), spread in single layer on small baking sheet. turn oven down to 350. drizzle seeds with sesame oil and a tiny bit of salt. put them in the oven for like ten to fifteen minutes. (Turning the heat down is my attempt to have them not pop and fly all over the oven. IDK if it'll work. Be prepared to wipe seeds out of your oven tomorrow morning. They're not messy at least they just fly everywhere.)

Now throw your mushrooms and some diced garlic into your onions and saute. Add the bok choi or spinach or kale or whatever as you're stirring. Cook it all down.

Now make your sauce-- I did not measure anything this go-round, I just grated a bunch of ginger (I keep my ginger root in the fridge and it's easy to microplane off whatever you need) into a wee prep bowl, then added soy sauce, some honey, a couple spoonfuls of water from the boiling noodles to melt the honey and clean the spoon, and then a spoonful or two of chili crisp ("happy lady sauce" [lao gan ma]) because i don't stock sriracha currently.

When your noodles are ready, turn the oven off. Drain the noodles and divide them into your serving bowls, top with squash, add sauteed veg, squash seeds, the sauce. top with sesame seeds.

This was awesome, and I have leftover cooked squash cubes I'm gonna put into another recipe later cuz if you're gonna roast a butternut you might as well roast a pretty big one. I particularly like using the squash seeds because they're so tasty and crunchy and deserve to be eaten rather than thrown out.

#recipe post #comfort foods

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woozten-x · 2 years

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─ Synopsis: You and your boyfriend always have days where the two of you are busy and tired, but everything seems to be worth it once the day ends.

At the end of each day, you are always returning back to Na Jaemin with all worries laid to rest.

─ Pairing: Barista!Na Jaemin x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: Fluff/Wholesome, Humorous Moments w. Dreamies, One-Shot, Comfort

─ Concepts: Domestic AU!, Barista!Jaemin, established relationship, yall have a pet samoyed aka jaemin’s daughter named Riceball jeno is riceball’s brother, NCT Dream Cafe are sassy to their customers (especially haechan), mark got bean boozled, lowk jealous jaemin towards the end

─ Count of Words: 3.7k

─ Inspiration of the work: End of a Day by Jonghyun + literally jaemin with a dog

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“What do you think you are doing, hm?~ You don’t want me to trip on you while I cook for Y/N~”

Cooing at the white puppy near his feet with occupied hands of steaming, freshly cooked food; he carefully treads around the kitchen to avoid the excited furball. He lets out a low hum with a tilt of his head, a smile expressing from his pink lips - regardless of the possible dangers of the little canine jumping on her hind legs onto his legs, he continues to adore her without any irritation whatsoever.

To Na Jaemin, his furbaby has always been a bright little creature with lots of energy. If anything the little Samoyed is a walking fluffy cloud, purely white as though it belongs to the blue sky of a clear day; the energy of the puppy’s helps him relieve stress and simply forget his worries.

However, he is unsure if that was the case with you. Unfortunately, you’ve been arriving home late into the day due to your new job and haven’t been able to join Jaemin or Riceball - which Jaemin personally gave to the Samoyed - for any quality time to bond and relax. Even if you were to try and grab a few days off, the opportunity seems too far to grasp due to being a new employee; thankfully enough, Jaemin understood to stay at home for the first few days until your schedule becomes more flexible.

After all, little Riceball needs to grow familiar with her new environment!

Quietly cooking dinner, Riceball whines for attention at the male’s feet, the head tilted upwards with her cute beady eyes nearly resembling a stuffed animal. Jaemin pays no mind, stirring the sauce over the cooked rice cakes inside the pan before glancing down at the canine - “Don’t worry~ I am not cooking your family.” The playful comment leaves his lips, the puppy whining despite his light-hearted attempt to give her attention.

Suddenly, across the home the door unlocks and instantly the puppy scrambles off to the front door and Jaemin quickly turns the knob to lower the heat. “Is that my beloved Y/N?~” He sings out, following after the puppy yapping away at the door being pushed open to reveal you. Jaemin meets your eyes, instantly giving his signature bright smile with his pretty eyes glowering back with delight; it seems like his own excitement is similar to the puppy jumping on your legs in greeting.

Although, the tiredness of working without much rest with your boyfriend and newly adopted puppy, you felt your own lips lift up into a small smile. Shamelessly, his eyes trail along your figure and he instantly notices the tension within your posture, the wary smile enough proof of your own drainage; he approaches you and takes your bag while you shrug off your coat, a hand ghosting over your lower back when closing and locking the door behind you.

“How was work, darling?” He softly asks, guiding you into the home after placing down the bag elsewhere. You look towards him, a sigh leaving you upon the mention of your new job - “Same as yesterday. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get used to the routine.” You assure him, knowing your boyfriend is the type to worry about your well-being; surely, you will get used to the longer hours of your new job. “I know you will. You are my darling, after all~” he says with fondness twinkling in his eyes, the very stars brightly glowing back at you.

Despite the dullness revolving your day, Jaemin’s very presence is enough to glow like those stars pasted on a night sky - to him, you are the moon he is willing to accompany throughout.

“How was your day? Was she okay?” You ask, Jaemin pulling a chair for you to sit at the table and you give him a smile of gratitude before settling down. You watch your boyfriend move towards the stove, intensifying the heat with a twist and stirring once again - “It’s going well, Riceball is finally learning not to potty inside the home. I am cooking some Tteokbokki with boiled eggs and rice.” He tells you, your eyes landing on the puppy hopping up onto your legs with a wagging tail.

You let out a small laugh at Riceball, hands reaching down to pick her up and place the canine onto your lap. Fingers run through the soft fur, occasionally you would entangle your fingers with the strands by accident; you always apologize whenever it occurs, not wanting to hurt her. “You’re a good girl, Rice! You are learning from your bad potty habits,” you chuckle out with Jaemin smiling at your words. The two of you are definitely proud parents for your furbaby.

Distracted with the puppy on your lap, her tongue meeting your skin and laughter escapes from you; momentarily, you’ve forgotten about the stress weighing you down for the day. White noise of Jaemin’s cooking and your puppy’s bright personality is what you needed after a long day. Setting up the table and placing down the cooked dishes, Jaemin walks to your side and leans down to kiss near your lips; the familiar touch bringing you to ease.

“I want a kiss on my lips,” you pout while looking up at your boyfriend and Jaemin gives a smug smile while tilting his head. “Do you?” he teases, you roll your eyes and reach up to grab him by the shirt and pull him down to reach his lips; though his physical affection is a remedy regardless of the actions, you always favored his lips much more - it was a cure for you, no matter the occasion. “Enjoy your dinner, my darling.” He mumbles against your lips, kissing you once more.

Suddenly, Riceball jumps up against your chest and licks at your face, both of you laughing at her interference. “Is my daughter jealous? I give you kisses all day and that isn’t enough, hm?” Jaemin leans down to Riceball’s eye level, murmuring at the puppy in a childish tone with his hands reaching up to squish her face in his hands. You look between the two, grinning and adoring the sight in front of you; you always cherish where your boyfriend is being incredibly soft for cute things.

Sometimes, he can go overboard but the smile plastered on his face with eyes shimmering is a sight you will never forget nor avoid the opportunity to witness it.

Jaemin looks towards you and leans forward, pecking the tip of your nose before moving away to sit down across from you. His touch lingers warmly on your skin, a small pink dusting over your cheeks at the giddiness of your boyfriend’s affection; you thank him for the food after placing Riceball onto the floor, reaching out to fill your plate with a longing for his cooking. Across from you, Jaemin lovingly watches with a gentle smile, watching how you glow with excitement ready to eat his cooking.

Taking the first bite, you sigh in relief - “You never disappoint, love.” The pet name causing Jaemin’s heart to flutter, the title of being your lover is something he could never let go of - it is his pride and one he wholeheartedly devotes to.

“Grab some! I might eat all of it,” you exclaim while pointing at the dishes with your chopsticks. You always remind him to eat after taking the first bite, a habit you grew to once dating Jaemin; for some odd reason, he is always waiting for you to eat first before taking a bite himself. He nods his head, “That’s right. It would be gone in a blink of an eye,” he chuckles. Finally, he gathers his own share of the food and begins to eat his dinner with you.

In a comfortable silence, the two of you ate and Jaemin would spare glances to you. His never ending adoration for you always distracting him, no matter how busy he is - it was something he couldn’t exactly ignore, an urge to take a look at his beloved as though you held a spotlight above your head and his eyes could never look away from. You are the moon of his own world, the celestial he could look forward to no matter the time of the day.

Jaemin pauses, a thought ringing in his head and he swallows before speaking up - “I have work tomorrow. Since, no one will watch Riceball, I was thinking about bringing her to work.” He said. You look up confused, “What? We can probably drop her off at some doggy daycare or have someone watch her. I think she’ll be fine,” You suggest. Knowingly, your boyfriend is a barista, how the hell would a puppy be appropriate at a cafe?

“I can bring her, I already let Mark know.” He adds, ignoring the other suggestions that could avoid possible problems in the cafe. Uncertainty expresses from your face, pursing your lips in consideration and instinctively sparing a glance at Riceball; the puppy chewing on her toy, small grunts leaving her when she tugs at the tough material of the toy. “Are you sure…? She might be too hyper to be handled in such a place,” You say with doubt weighing your words.

Jaemin observes your expression, “The others want to meet her. She is not really a handful to care for…” he trails off, taking notice of the lack of trust to bring your puppy to such a busy place. “I can probably look for a daycare tomorrow, if you aren’t comfortable with it.” He reasons, seeming to find a middle ground; after all, he understood your worries. You shook your head, “Are you sure you discussed it with Mark?” you question, emphasizing how this is a decision accepted by his coworkers also.

Smiling, Jaemin nods his head - “Yes, I am sure of it~ You can visit me and Riceball at the cafe too!” He said. The thought of seeing your barista boyfriend, cute puppy and having a cup of coffee or tea does seem like a good idea; in fact, you can go straight to the cafe after work and pick them both up and go straight home. It seems like an easy plan! You sigh and release the buzzing thought of hesitation, nodding your head in agreement. “Okay, well we do get off work at the same time so…I’ll pick you up, okay?” You tell him while he gets up to place his empty plate into the sink.

“Of course, darling. Don’t worry about us~” He says, placing the plate inside the sink before walking up to you and kissing the top of your head. Jaemin places his hands on your shoulders, the touch causing you to relax, his hands lightly squeezing and fingers massaging into the skin - “You trust me, right?” Jaemin hums, looking down at you with a lopsided grin and you look up at him. Reaching up, your hand meets his cheek and fingers caress the skin, against your touch he melts.

You smile up at him, “I trust you with all my heart, Jaemin.”

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“Jaemin…Why do you have a puppy in your hands?”

Standing in the middle of the Dream Cafe with the wriggling puppy in his arms, Jaemin smugly smiles at his surprised coworkers. Among all of them, the pale blue haired male - Mark Lee - stood with bewilderment, seeming to not understand how this was anything they'd discussed. Even if Mark asked for more clarification, Jaemin had left him on seen; though this does deem inappropriate, maybe Mark should have insisted on details.

Jaemin bounces her a bit in his arms, treating her like some sort of baby - “What do you mean? This is my daughter, Riceball.”

The members looked at one another, specifically towards Mark the manager of the cafe. Unsure on how to react to the unexpected guest, a light haired brunette speaks up - “We thought you actually had a kid!” Lee Donghyuck exclaims. Zhong Chenle smirks, “I was right! It wasn’t some kid he was bringing.” He said loudly, turning to a blonde - “Pay up, Park Jisung!” he lets out a hand for the male to pay for the shared bet between the two of them. For a few moments, Jisung stares at the older with the puppy before turning to Chenle.

“Isn’t Hyung going to get fired?” Jisung asks, his eyes moving towards Mark after seeing Chenle shrug. A heavy sigh leaves the stressed Mark, seeming to be too late to scold Jaemin since it was almost opening time - the unexpectedness of the situation is one to be ignored of consequences until the cafe closes. “Will she behave?” Mark asks, motioning a hand towards the puppy and Jaemin nods. “Of course~ I promised my Y/N that I will look after her,” he replies back with a nod.

Clapping his hands, “Okaaay! Let's get ready guys. Make sure she’s on a leash, Jaemin.” Mark said towards Jaemin while Chenle and Donghyuck approached him, hands reaching out to pet the cute puppy in his arms. Jaemin places down Riceball on the floor, attaching the leash onto her harness with a click, the two members captivated by her already; Mark sighs, “Guys we have to get to work!” he calls out to Chenle and Donghyuck, the pair playing with Riceball with wide smiles on their faces.

Huang Renjun appears from the backroom with ingredients in hand, not seeming to be aware of the situation and he jumps once the puppy jumps on his legs after running up towards him. “Oh gosh, who is this?” Renjun laughs, regaining his composure and placing the ingredients down for the small cakes the cafe specially sells. “He probably thought it was a big rat that’s why he got scared,” Donghyuck teases the poor Chinese male. Renjun scoffs, “I never thought that! It’s obviously a puppy.”

“Hyung I can take care of her when you get too busy,” Chenle offers once calling for Riceball with Jaemin standing with the excited canine jumping onto Chenle. Jaemin hums in acknowledgement to the proposal, handing the younger the leash and Chenle enthusiastically takes it with a grin - “I am your uncle, Chenle!” He introduces himself to the puppy and Donghyuck joins the younger in babying the puppy. Mark looks towards Riceball, smiling a bit at the cute canine hopping around.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea for the puppy to join them for today.

Within a few hours into their shift after opening, the cafe collected more attention than usual due to Riceball’s popularity. Working excessively, especially with Jaemin working alongside Lee Jeno with drinks, Jaemin had trusted Chenle to look after his puppy - the young Chinese male advertising the customers to take photos of the special guest. Occasionally, an awkward Jisung would join them and had instances of mishandling Riceball and Chenle would scold him while taking her away from him.

“Who dropped chocolate here?!” Donghyuck exclaims, nearly stepping on the fresh stool on the floor. Jisung places down a few drinks for seated customers before following the light haired brunette’s gaze, he scrunches up his nose in disgust - “Hyung, clean it up before someone else steps on it or slips on it.” He said, Donghyuck scurrying off to grab a few paper towels. “Riceball is such a good worker for making the customers leave right away~” Donghyuck praises.

After some time, the bustling cafe calms down with only a few customers entering and a majority leaving with Donghyuck and Renjun’s persistence. Finally, for Jaemin, he could see his furbaby and settle down with a Iced Americano - or Namericano, as the cafe calls it; he sits down at a table with Riceball laying next to his feet, Chenle busy with cleaning up a few tables alongside Jisung. Jaemin looks down at Riceball, “Is my daughter hungry?~ Do you want a treat?” he coos while picking up the bag on the table, holding the canine’s essentials.

Riceball doesn’t seem to react, seeming to be tired as her owner and Jaemin laughs lightly at her while taking out a few treats and dry food into a bowl. Placing down the bowl, Riceball is up on her feet to fill her belly, Jaemin watching her with such endearment - he decided to take a photo and send it to you without any text message attached. After all, the photo is enough to stop you from worrying for these past hours. “You did so well today,” He praises the canine with a hand petting her.

Soon enough, closing time comes much closer. Jaemin finishes up a drink and places it for Donghyuck to serve, the male picking it up and handing it to the last customer - “Thank you, please never come again!” he says, bowing his head and the customer laughing before moving away with their drink. Jeno is sitting with Riceball, petting her and giving his signature eyesmile towards her; in a way, the two have similar facial expressions - as Jaemin noticed. Chenle seems to notice also, “Jeno looks like her brother.”

“Oh! I can see it,” Jisung agrees with a nod and Renjun places the leftover baked sweets on the counter. He looks towards Jaemin, “Do you want to bring these home? I am sure Y/N will like them a lot.” Renjun suggests and Jaemin nods his head, grabbing a few boxes to pack away the sweets. Surely, you would never reject these treats as you’ve been one to eat dessert after dinner; upon packing up, he decided on cooking some ramen for dinner tonight, a quick and easy meal for the two of you.

The bell rings above the door and Donghyuck groans, “Sorry we are closed. We just haven’t flipped the sign yet!” He calls out, turning his head to the door. “Yah!” Jaemin yells out, glaring at Donghyuck once taking notice of the arrival - it was you. You laugh and wave a hand, “Sorry but I wanted to grab a coffee late.” You jokingly say, Donghyuck instantly leaving the counter and going down on his knees in front of you to bow in apology. “Sorry! Sorry! My mistake~” He says, pressing his hands together.

Mark rolls his eyes and grabs Donghyuck’s shirt from behind to pull him up onto his feet, “Welcome Y/N! Did you get off work also?” he asks with an innocent smile. Riceball runs up to greet you also, her tail wagging quickly with renewed energy upon seeing her other owner - “Yep! I am here to pick up Jaemin and this little girl~” you sang out in reply, picking her up and securing her into your arms. You kiss her head, “How was she? She wasn’t a distraction right?” You ask while stroking her head.

Mark shakes his head, “Nope! We actually got a lot more customers. We might actually hire her.” He jokingly replies back and you laugh at his words. Jeno perks up once hearing the possibility, “Can we? She can be our mascot!” He said rather excitedly and you found it cute to see the raven-head gleaming like a child begging their parents for an item from a store. “I don’t know about that…Jaemin just came up with a dog in his arms, he didn’t really specify what his daughter is…” Mark tells.

You narrow your eyes at Mark before looking at Jaemin behind the counter, quietly packing away the sweets in boxes to take home. “You said you told him, Jaemin!” you scold and Jaemin looks up, “What do you mean? I did tell him. I said I was bringing my daughter.” He reasons and Mark looks between the two of you. “No it’s alright! We didn’t expect a dog that’s all,” he chuckles, not wanting to make it a huge deal than it seems - even so, Riceball did bring in lots of attention for the cafe’s business.

“I really do hope she wasn’t a problem while you guys worked,” You say looking towards Mark and bowing in apology. He lightly laughs and shakes his head, defensively bringing up his hands - “No worries! Really, it’s not bad. She did great today!” he said and you mentally sigh in relief. Sitting down at one of the few clean tables with Riceball running around with Jeno, you spoke with the other members. On the other hand, Jaemin collects his belongings and takes off his apron, silently listening in while making a warm cup of chocolate milk for you. Walking up to you, he quietly gives you the mug and you smile at him, taking it in your hands.

Warmth engulfs in the palms of your hands, blowing at the rising steam from the drink and Jaemin had sat down beside you. He watches you converse with his close friends, your expression laughing and smiling as you invest into the conversations, he pouts a bit with the lack of attention - weren’t you here to see him? You weren’t here for his friends. Jaemin leans over to rest his head on your shoulder, glancing at your empty hand sitting on your lap and he reaches out to hold it and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Mindlessly, he listens to your voice and lets his thumb massage the skin of your hand, rubbing small circles repeatedly, and he would swing both your hands occasionally in hopes of getting your attention. After some time, you finish speaking with Renjun and look at Jaemin - “It sounds like a very busy day, love. I heard you and Riceball did great,” you softly compliment with fingers brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead; you plant a chaste kiss on the exposed skin and he smiles at the contact.

“It was very busy, but I am glad to see you at the end of the day.” Jaemin gently confesses, love weighing his words and his eyes holding the familiar starlight. You smile and let your fingers brush against his cheek, caressing the soft skin with a loving touch - “I am also happy to see you at the end of the day also.”

Jaemin leans further into your touch, nuzzling his cheek against your hand - “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jaemin.”

At the end of each day, Na Jaemin is always seeking solace in the presence of the moonlight welcoming him back home.

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hotel-japanifornia · 5 months

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in a post, you said in the tags you have a theory of bikini being the mastermind... CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT IT PLEASE???? /nf

Alright, you asked anon, so therefore I must deliver.

Now, before we get started, this is an old theory of mine back from 2020. During the pandemic, I was really obsessed with Ace Attorney, and as such, a bunch of random and absolutely asinine theories would flow through my head. From a casual AA fan's perspective, this would be one of them; but from my point of view, this one actually holds some water.

To you, my dear anon, I ask one question: were you paying any attention to certain lines Bikini uttered during the beginning of 3-5? Lines such as these:

Now, one could assume that these were just jokes, a ploy of mere black comedy, if you will. As you probably know, these "jokes" had a hand in stirring Pearl's paranoia, causing her to go the Inner Temple side of Dusky Bridge instead of consuming children's entertainment. Essentially, Bikini is the entire reason 3-5's plot even happens, seemingly by accident. Or...was it?

If you recall, throwaway dialogue from Bikini when you present the hanging scroll to her as Phoenix reveals that she's a member of one of the many branch families:

"Bikini:

Well, I myself am part of a branch family of the Fey clan. But even I am not privy to that kind of information when it concerns the main family..."

So, what does this mean? It means that Bikini is one of Morgan and Misty's cousins even if only by distant relations. Because she is about the same age as Misty (Morgan's age is unconfirmed), this places her in a comfortable position to be able to have some sort of relationship with them. Misty abandoning the title of Master out of shame, and subsequently leaving the village, was something that almost certainly led to chaos. We know that Morgan was always bitter towards Misty for usurping her position, a feeling that was certainly enhanced by her own cowardice, but what if Bikini felt similarly? And perhaps, this similar line of thinking caused Morgan and Bikini to grow closer to one another to the point that they would plot against Misty's children.

Now, obviously, Morgan and Bikini couldn't do anything while Mia was alive. This is because Mia and Maya were extremely close, even after Mia left the village. If you require further evidence as to why Morgan never attempted anything on Maya at the time, well just look here:

This line is important for two reasons. One is that this is the only time Maya is ever so much as alluded to during the flashback trials; another is because it indicates just how far Mia would go. If Mia were to shoot someone for trying to kidnap her sister, imagine what she would do to Morgan if she tried anything. Simply put: Morgan Fey would not be alive anymore.

Fortunately for our two evil middle aged women, Mia Fey gets murdered, and thus they can finally put their plans in motion. The first thing they try to do is get Maya framed for murder. Now this one almost works, except for one unexpected conflict: Phoenix Wright's existence. In spite of Maya begging him not to defend her because even she's convinced of her own guilt, Phoenix refuses and manages to pull out another win. This results in Morgan Fey going to jail for being an accomplice/conspiring to commit murder, which would normally put an end to things, but this is Morgan we're talking about here.

So, naturally, Bikini finds out about this and decides to visit her cousin so they can figure out a new plan. Morgan, at this point, is desperate to have Pearl inherit the title, and as such decides to plan for Maya to be assassinated by Dahlia Hawthorne's spirit while possessing Pearl. Despite Pearl being a child, Bikini agrees and even goes so far as to insist that this occurs at Hazakura Temple. This conversation happens sometime after Morgan's arrest but before she talks to Dahlia. Essentially, Godot is still comatose while it takes place, thus explaining why only Morgan and Dahlia were believed to be onboard with the plan.

As the date of Dahlia Hawthorne's execution grew nearer, Bikini decided to put this new plan in motion. She convinces Iris to have Hazakura Temple featured in the January issue of "Oh Cult", which proves to be successful when Pearl sets an appointment for Maya to take the "Special Course". Sure enough, on the seventh of February, Maya and Pearl show up with a third party in the form of Phoenix. At that point, Bikini knew exactly what she needed to do.

Even though Pearl was extremely devoted to her mother, Bikini knew that Morgan couldn't force Pearl to follow the plan. So, she decided to sow seeds of fear and paranoia in Pearl's mind by making jokes about her cousin dying of hypothermia if she wasn't careful. Due to this, Pearl became increasingly worried about Maya; and as such, she went to the Inner Temple while carrying a pot of curry/gravy.

However, things didn't go quite accordingly to Bikini's plan. When she went out to Dusky Bridge after leaving Maya with "Iris", she expected to be able to go back to the Inner Temple side; but, because the bridge was on fire, she was unable to. Worst of all, it was not Maya who was killed, but Misty Fey with her adopted daughter, Iris, being the main suspect. You have to imagine Bikini was internally screaming at this point.

Believing her goose about to be cooked on the grill, Bikini decided to play up the "goofy nun with a bad back" routine. Miraculously, everyone bought it, including Edgeworth. Nobody suspected a thing, which really, makes her the smartest villain in Ace Attorney. I mean, being able to outsmart Edgeworth of all people is a crowning achievement on its own.

The best part about all of this is that it's canon, or it very nearly was anyway. At one point in development, Takumi was thinking about making Bikini the culprit of 3-5. Why did he change it? I can't say exactly; although, if Godot also existed during this period of development, that might partially explain why. Since Godot is little more than a funny jerk during 3-2 and 3-3; it's possible that while writing 3-4 and 3-5, Takumi decided he wanted to expand on the character and give him more to do. Of course, that's only pure speculation and should not be taken as fact.

Now, could those "jokes" be interpreted as remnants of this idea? Possibly. Still, even if I look at it from a casual lens, there's just no real innocuous way to look at those lines. At best, they're creepy and at worst, well, they're malicious.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this theory.

#ace attorney #bikini #bridge to the turnabout #morgan fey #fey clan #trials and tribulations #ask

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pepprs · 8 months

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girls who slam themselves in the 3x meta psychic prison. mutuals my mother straight up does not love or see or understand me and never did. when the pain is unending 😍

ok yeah. i wasn’t going to write about it bc it’s deeply embarrsssing on multiple levels but like. i watched the childhood video tapes. except i couldn’t get the one from the first 2 months of my sister’s and my life(s) to work so i watched one from when we were 4 and our brother was less than a year old. and mutuals… in SO many of the clips she’s filming him and only him trying to get him to bounce and shit snd i ask for her to turn the camera on me so she can see me dancing or i can show her the picture i drew for her or ask her a question or share a thought and like… yes i was an annoying feisty bossy attention seeking 4 year old with a horrible bowl cut. but i was 4. and i just wanted my mom to listen to me and look at me. and she was dismissive to me in the videos like not outright cruel but exasperated with me for constantly trying to stick my head into the shot and asking for her attention. and when she would say “not now tess” or “tess you’re blocking him” etc etc i apologized for it and that part was sad too. idk. all of it was sad. i knew watching this shit that i was probably gonna stir stuff up which would be dangerous esp bc i don’t have therapy until the end of the month and i did stir things up just in watching the documented footage of it. i wish it was safe to post some of it on here bc it’s genuinely… like i feel like i don’t get to say it was sad bc i was being annoying and attention seeking but it’s sad.

on top of that.. i couldn’t get the vcr to play shit on my laptop bc i didn’t have the right equipment for it so i had to play it on the tv. and my whole family eventually caught on to me watching it and have watched clips of it with me now. and that’s just so complicated. bc they’re all adding their commentary about it too and im letting them and inviting them bc i don’t know how to set boundaries. and my mom… god. my mom is DOUBLING DOWN on exactly the same stuff she said in the video when we were FOUR YEARS OLD. saying that my sister and i got to be filmed so much when we were babies and now it’s our brother’s turn. and i get that. i really do. i know i got attention when i was a baby and i can’t deny that. i know it wouldn’t have been fair or healthy or whatever to neglect him in favor of me / us. but also… i was FOUR!!!!! i was too little to understand what the politics of attention meant. and it just kind of fucking sucks that she’s holding that against me NOW too (as she said multiple times today / tonight) like saying scornfully that i was always so jealous of him and she doesn’t understand why i needed attention so badly since i never had undivided attention in the first place as a twin. like… i was a little kid. what did you expect me to do just like magically not need attention anymore and understand that the baby gets all the attention and go busy myself somewhere. idk. i feel entitled / selfish for saying it WHICH IS THE WHOLE PROBLEM like that video tape literally documents whatever mental issues i have now emerging… like me learning that i wasn’t important anymore and that when i sought attention i was just getting in the way and being annoying. lol

AND…. on top of all of this… sitting down with my mom and siblings and showing the videos and laughing over it and inviting their laughter even though it hurts to watch and it hurts to laugh at it and to hear them laughing… my mom’s focus in WATCHING these videos 20 years later is almost ENTIRELY on my brother!!!!!!! STILL!!!!! like the whole reason i had the clips i had was to… idk. trace the genesis of my mental illness and she wasn’t even paying attention to that she was just cooing over my brother. and when i told her why i was watching these / attempted to point out the patterns she got exasperated with me for overanalyzing everyrhing and navel gazing etc etc to an unhealthy degree. i fucking give up lol

it feels stupid selfish etc etc to be spiraling abt this and i usually don’t make long multi paragraph posts but like. god. this was a mistake. i never should’ve done this. it happened with the whole coming out day snapchat story thing too among other episodes. every time i dig up a thing from the past that she did that hurt me and try to explain it in retrospect she never changes her tune or comforts me or expresses any understanding or anything. she just doubles down on what she said / did before that hurt me so bad and it hurts me all over again. it could’ve been so much worse and the experience of adjusting to having a new sibling is universal and not a big deal in the slightest but it was a big deal for me. i so clearly took it hard and needed attention from my fucking mom!!! and that wound is still raw and now ive ripped it wide open again. scared little girl moment

#purrs #delete later #like. i think the worst part is just… there is no one coming to save me. i am never ever ever going to get the comfort i needed back. it can #only come from a parent and both of my parents are emotionally unavailable and think im being ridiculous. and now i am an adult and im #supposed to be able to comfort myself or not even need comfort at all but i just need a hug. i can’t comfort myself out of this. no one i #know now or will ever know in the future can comfort me out of this. it has to come from a parent and mine don’t understand. so im just #in the psychic prison. like what a spectacular failure that just was. tfw you are denied catharsis from one of the most consistent painful #threads of your life and you have to cope with that but you have 1.5 hrs of podcasts to listen to and a 3 page paper to write and #work tomorrow and no therapy until late september 😻👍

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Do I feel vibrant (in general)?

No. I feel completely invisible. I put my witchtober, goretober, and inktober drawings on facebook after the first week was finished. Just like with the cartoon of Testament, no one moved. I think on Halloween, when the collections are done, I’m just gonna Irish exit out of there. Not going to interact with anyone, not even going to say how long I’ll be away from there. It’s so fucking brain dead on there, I can’t take it anymore. I’m really just going on there to see Testament, and I’ve got instagram for that.

But I thought for fucking sure the gory ones would at the very least stir some attention because it’s so different from everything else I’ve ever done.

You know, I’m thinking about entering, it’s called an Art Hop, up in Fresno. It takes place every 1st and 3rd Thursday of the month, local artists can enter well in advance. I’ll decide at the end of the week whether I want to partake in it or not, but I won’t tell anyone over there about it, though. It’s a big deal because it’s sponsored by PBS. No, they lost that opportunity because it’s been made clear to me that no one cares. It won’t matter unless “there’s paying work involved”. That’s all that matters is work. I won’t get the love and respect I want unless I devote myself to the grind because apparently that’s the most grownup thing you can do. Art doesn’t count. Art can’t be considered work (even though i fucking did three October challenges plus kinktober). Clueless brainwashed pathetic zombies who turned on me. Thumbs up all their asses.

Do I feel sexually desirable?

lol

Are my sexual needs being met? (by me, by someone else)

No. I feel like I’m not doing enough in kinktober, like I’m missing the prompts and I’m not injecting enough eroticism into it. Barely anyone cares about the stories I’ve posted so far, and I just don’t feel like I’m doing any of them right. Is it the fandoms? Is it the kinks I’m writing about? Is it the fact that if I write 500-word smut, I feel like I’m shortchanging myself as well as everyone else? Is it the fact I find the ____ x reader/second person perspective fucking dumb and repulsive and overused to an unreal amount that I just refuse to ever write fic with it again? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. And far too many people are too much of pussies to think that you can dislike something and be civil with it.

Do I care about my sexual life?

Again, I care about it enough. If the depression I feel about it is any indication of caring, okay then. I care about it enough to rage at bitches who feel a need to kink shame me. My mom doesn’t think polyamory can work, like “jealousy will overtake every time”. So much for coming out and saying I’m poly, then.

What is my comfort level with talking about sex and sexuality and communicating my needs?

It’s the weirdest thing, I always feel I’m doing erotica wrong but when I’m actually writing it, I don’t even think about it.

How am I feeling about my body?

Neither love it nor hate it. It’s not in me to hate it and loving it feels like a chore. “You’re supposed to love it!” Don’t tell me how to feel. Attempting to love my body feels like a chore. It’s like “to-do list: ‘love my body’. Oh. Um. Okay… I guess?”

I got fat on purpose to reconcile my hang-up about weight gain, as well as to explore that kink in particular. 31 pounds lost and I don’t know if that kink is meant to be said aloud. It is “that” kink for me. Is there any place for someone like me, someone who used to be obese and is slimming down and growing healthier but still gets off on it?

What is my relationship like with my orgasms?

I don’t have them. I have fingered myself and touched myself, and I just don’t have them. I refuse to ever masturbate again because I really do feel broken. There is a small part of me that wants to know what it is, though, hence why I keep trying it out.

What is my connection like with others?

There’s a reason why I decided to Irish goodbye out of Facebook. I am giving my art to the world and it doesn’t care. I don’t ever want to see another meme ever again. You post a meme, you can eat my shit.

I have had this persistent belief that being yourself will not get you everything you could ever want in life, and I am seeing this right before my eyes. I want people to see me as an artist and a person, and to take me seriously. Instead, I’m getting laughed at or flat out ignored. Is it the cartoony style of my art? Society literally still thinks cartoons are strictly for kids and that they’re basic/can’t be artistic? I know that’s complete nonsense if the existence of adult cartoons is anything to go by, but when that movie Sausage Party dropped back in 2016 (I think it was?), an explicitly R-rated cartoon movie, so many people took their children to see it.

No. I’m apparently still “little girl” and i have to ~refine myself~ in order to be taken seriously. I have to strip away everything about me just to be taken seriously. I will never say “treat me like an adult” because I hate that phrase with a violent passion and I always have, but it’s fucking unfair to me to continuously treat me like I’m still 18 years old.

When I think of sex, what comes to mind?

It’s this inaccessible part of life that doesn’t happen to me. I genuinely don’t buy the “every human being is a sexual being” thing, not even for a second. Why? Why is every human being a sexual being? Because we all have a sexuality and we all have those organs? That’s it? There has to be more to this. I feel shortchanged.

I’m a virgin. I have to really bring myself forth to even consider masturbating. I have never had a relationship. I have never been kissed. I have no fucking clue what “sexual needs” even means offhand, like I had to look it up (and no, they’re not even close to being met). I renounced my sexuality. People who are comfortable in their sexuality trigger these bad feelings attached to my own and I spiral again. My kinks are fucking dumb and I have to write at least 2000 words to even make sense of them.

Do I feel tapped into God (Source, Universe)?

Two things. Number one, the answer is i can’t say. I’m not very superstitious… take that back, I am superstitious. But I don’t know if there’s a god or many gods. I guess there’s something bigger than me, but I don’t know what it is.

And number two… again. w h a t d o e s t h i s h a v e t o d o w i t h a n y t h i n g.

*bonus question: What fun am I having in my sexual life?

Fun. Yeah, I’m having fun. Middle. Fingers. In the air.

I’m guessing it’s self-fulfilling but really, no one cares about what I feel. The inclination is to tell me “take that as a chance to fully be authentic!” Fuck right off. It’s human nature to connect with other people. It is genuinely fucking insulting to write a 5500 word kinky one shot, and a kink I never wrote about before no less, in the Metallica tag and the shitheads over there turn up their noses at it because it’s not James x Reader or James x one of the guys. No one gives a fuck about the smaller guys. No one wants to get to know these guys even though Metallica wouldn’t exist without them. No one wants to get to know me. And my kinks are so stupid. Look at the kinks everyone goes to, and this is not just with Metallica, either, even though that’s a tag i visit often, but across the board: frottage, breeding and anything to do with pregnancy (which I don’t get; I mean, fine, whatever, but like… why), virginity, praising, temperature play (literally saw someone say “no one’s done this in bandfic before”, which is complete bullshit), and anything to do with tits and vaginas if there’s a woman involved. There might be one or two differences but overall, there’s no variety, no voices, no legs or bellies, no lace or latex, no different places, no polyamory, no water or wax, nothing soft, no intense feeling, nothing that I like or anything to make me feel less alone. There’s not even handjobs or foreplay or anything sensual. If it’s not sensual, it’s useless.

Fanfic is a popularity contest and you know what? I want no part of it. It’s horse shit like that that makes me want to give up writing forever. I’ll wrap up my long fics and call it a day, and that’s final.

#personal #journaling #sexuality #text

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ensemblestarscafe · 2 years

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I. MAO > Realistic Fiction <

Female reader TW/CW: falling out of love Order type: 1 shot espresso(Mild angst)

Word count: 543 Written by: jay Proofread: jay

ORDER: CONGRATS AT 100!!🥳 can i please ask for a mao x f!reader where mao is being overworked and doesn't have enough time for her and what he didn't realize is that she's falling out of love at him because he doesn't pay attention to her? i badly need mao angst im sorry also “!!” era! i hope my request is correct.. also! if you don't mind I'm adding another one, same as mao but this time eichi at “!” era:3 can be scenario or headcanon take your time and congrats again<3 - @uchuustars, 20220705

RESPONSE: AA hello! thank u sm for requesting!! Also i hope you dont mind that this took awhile,,,, i’ve been pretty preoccupied with my own things. Also eichis part will come in another separate post! I hope u enjoy this oneeenbren

You had never intended for it to end like this. In fact, you'd never intended for it to end at all. So you wonder at night where it all went wrong – why the product of his hard work, your and his pride, transformed into something you loathed.

Mao was a pushover, a doormat, to be blunt. Always susceptible to the pleas of his seniors in work, school – but that’s what made you fall for him in the beginning. Your love was sweet, a blessing, and was the reason you were able to just place band-aids on your wound and call it a day. He was the one who held up your universe, allowed you to see things in colour. But now it's sour, disgusting, and it makes you want to cut your tastebuds off in a vain attempt to rid you of the pain you had experienced.

In its initial stages, you two were merely just tossed around in the room, clinging onto each other; desperate for neither of you to let go. It started when he stood you up on one or two dates a week, sending you a very belated text regarding his absence. I’ll see you at home, I'm sorry. It hurt, but just a little. You were still able to put a drop of iodine on it and simply brush it off.

But you let things fester, and he continued to widen the distance he’d unintentionally put between you. When he began to barely even acknowledge you, and you barely saw him. When you woke in the mornings, he had already left, and his scent would barely even linger there. Your wounds started to hurt, and the pain got insatiable – absolutely, disgustingly unbearable – you were pouring bottles of iodine one after another, screaming out silent cries that barely escaped the four walls surrounding you.

And the worst part is – he’d never bothered to look back at you, fallen down from chasing after him.

He’d try to comfort you, and tell you how much he loved you. Even buying you your favourite sweets and drinks, but nothing glamorous. But how were your emotions supposed to stir up like on day one when they weren’t even there anymore? His words were empty, at least to you. You know it’s selfish to push him away when he’s trying to salvage what he broke, but is it really selfish that you couldn’t control your feelings towards him?

You used to love walking back into your apartment with Mao – it was like you’ve finally built the life of your dreams. But now, it’s what you dreaded the most. Being alone between those four walls – alone with your thoughts – would eventually force you to think, to come up with an answer.

This love was a marathon, and your ankles were swelling – you’re beyond tired, exhausted to the bone – so clouded with blood that you could barely even feel yourself anymore. You need a break; you couldn’t keep pace with him anymore, and he’d not the least bit of decency to at least check whether or not you were still by his side.

You loved Mao, but well, you didn’t like him anymore.

#jay's creations #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars headcanons #enstars x y/n #enstars angst #enstars #customer < uchuustars >#isara mao x reader #mao isara x reader #isara mao #mao isara #おまかせ event

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spicy-lefaiye · 10 months

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ok last post for now before i go be social or whatever

but anyway.

below the cut are some nsfw notes for my oc roach--specifically, their first time having sex.

CONTENT WARNINGS: dubious consent (what happens is consensual but vulture makes no attempt to make sure roach is comfortable and enjoying the act), objectification, a toxic ass dude who doesn't respect his partner's personhood, and a brief glimpse of roach's body image issues

- roach and vulture's first time having sex is the day he paints the wings on their back. even tho their name isn't *roach* at that point, i'll still call them that. (the scene as i wrote it originally is already meant to be really tender and sensual even with the red flags vulture is constantly giving off, so it's not a stretch that this is their first time.)

- when vulture is satisfied with the painting he just made, he directs roach to continue lying on the bed, letting the paint dry on their skin. they do so, and they're comfy so it's not really a problem for them. they rest their head on their folded arms and start to doze, not really paying much attention as he starts putting his paints away.

- after a few minutes, vulture puts his hands on roach's hips, rubbing calloused fingers over the soft skin. he's careful not to smudge the still-drying paint, but he starts slowly moving his hands up their body, reverently touching every part they can. roach shudders a bit and stirs at his touch, and he murmurs, "no, no, stay still, little bird." leaning down to press a kiss to the back of their neck as he does. "let me admire you."

- so roach tries their best to stay still as vulture runs his fingers over their ribs, sliding down under them near their breasts, then up around to their bony shoulders, dipping down to their neck. then, his fingers move back down their body, to the shorts they're wearing, and he rests his hands on their ass, squeezing and kneading it. they can't help but squirm a little, so he reminds them to stay still. they're a work of art, and he's admiring his creation.

- he keeps going, slowly pulling their briefs down to feel more of their skin, grinning to himself at their soft, muffled whimpering even as he tells them to be quiet. roach puts a hand over their mouth as he moves *his* hands between their legs, stroking between their folds and spreading their ass to better look at them. they feel exposed in a way they never have before, but they don't want him to stop. ~~(do they?)~~

- skipping forward a bit, vulture doesn't prepare them super thoroughly, but he does make sure that they're *dripping* by the time he actually gets his dick out. roach hasn't seen his dick, so they don't have really a frame of reference here, but it *feels* big as he rests it against their ass. they start to sit up and turn their head, and he reminds them once again to stay still.

- for a bit, vulture just shallowly ruts against them, using their own slick to lube himself up as he slides between their ass cheeks. (probably makes some kind of snide comment about wishing they had *more* ass for him to play with, but like all of his backhanded comments about their appearance, he frames it in a way that makes them a lil upset that he's disappointed in them.)

- eventually, though, he pushes inside them, and again. this bitch did not really thoroughly prep them before doing this, so it's a *tight* squeeze and it *hurts*. but roach grits their teeth and stays quiet. vulture does give them a bit of time to adjust and keeps his thrusts pretty shallow and slow, but it takes a *while* before any of it really starts feeling pleasurable to them. vulture just leans over roach, pressing his face into their neck and holding their arms down while he rocks into them.

- finally, vulture stills his hips and cums with a grunt, biting down on the side of their neck as he does so. roach grimaces and squirms a little as they realize he *definitely* didn't have a condom on or anything, and it feels *gross* having his cum inside them. even grosser as he pulls out and it starts leaking out of them, and he reaches down to rub it into their slick folds.

- roach definitely didn't cum, but they don't have much of a frame of reference here so that's not registering to them as a problem. vulture leans back down to press more kisses to their neck, over the bitemark he left, and they ask, "... couldn't you have grabbed a condom?" and vulture stills, and they feel a bit of a spike of nerves as they realize that he's irritated they asked.

- "you're on birth control, right?" he says. roach nods, and he makes an approving sound as he kisses their neck again. "then it's fine. now, be quiet, sweetheart, and let me enjoy the masterpiece i've made you."

#xavier makes text posts #xavier ocs (spicy edition)#xavier writing (spicy edition)#ask to tag

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broken-clover · 1 year

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Decided to combine prompts 3 and 4 for today, so muzzles and knives-to-the-throat time! To the anon that requested Ky for day 4, I hope my mixing up is okay, and I also hope that it’s okay that I ended up using mer-Ky over our regular man.

This one goes as a sort of pre-canon origin story for the Illyria Aquarium AU, mentioned in this post from a while back regarding the involvement of Happy Chaos (though given the more grounded modern setting, here he’s given the name of Henry Comisky (the latter of which I am way too proud of, as not only is it a proper Irish surname, it comes from ‘mixer’ and ‘confuser,’ so in a tangential way, his name is still ‘chaos’))

Putting in content warnings for semi-graphic surgery and attempted murder

Ky would be the first. He was perfect. Calm, pliant, polite. He had stirred in confusion upon being awoken at an abnormal time, but as soon as he recognized one of the faces he was familiar with, any distrust or apprehension vanished. He practically crawled into the transport net as soon as it had been cast into his tank. To him, it was nothing more than just another test to sit through, or medical treatment to tolerate.

Henry supposed it was, in some way.

Of course, Ky didn’t have the manners to be a proper eel, so it wasn’t likely anyone would have much interest in eating the meat. Yet his potential overwhelmingly lay within the scientific. Full-bodied electric eels had, after all, been pivotal in inventing batteries. This could be a natural extension of that. What sort of possibilities could be found in the electric organs of a man-fish? What had gone unstudied?

Well, he didn’t care much for the details, he didn’t have to. All that was necessary on his end was to provide parts. Though that wasn’t to down-sell his own intelligence, he was a brilliant man, and he knew it perfectly well. It took intelligence just to get as far as he had gotten, setting up transactions and carefully laying out a web that only would take a matter of time before his co-workers tripped upon and tangled themselves into. He knew what his patrons wanted, and he had enough wits to get them.

Ky remained calm as the transport tank’s water sloshed from movement. There was a sense of excitement in his eyes as they passed through the lab hallways. Even if he had been ferried between places multiple times, there still must have been some kind of an exciting rarity to it. There was probably some new change or another to get his attention, anyway. Asuka and Aria had been implacable in their tacking of all kinds of stupid window-dressings on what was supposed to be a bastion of knowledge. It all felt too commercial, too non-clinical. Aria had suggested the idea of using the research facility for walk-through tours. People would pay money to see mermaids, and that side income would bolster the money they made so everything could keep afloat. Twisting his beautiful lab, turning it into some kind of aquarium for the snot-nosed masses, turning it into some kind of attraction.

She had tried to justify it all. It would still be a research facility in the end, but Henry saw through her nonsense. They’d bastardized the place with their gaudy trash before he could even try to stop them, and now look at what happened. He’d said as much to them both, that the building was practically an aquarium already. To his consternation, they had taken that as something positive, rather than share his disdain. They had drifted away from the vision they had once all shared.

The cart rattled to a stop, and he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. Nothing good came from doing delicate work with hands that trembled with anger. He had already put so much work in already, no need to go and ruin it now.

In his moment of distraction, Ky had looked up at him with an innocent curiosity. Henry merely smiled back. It wasn’t entirely fake, he did have perfectly good reasons to be happy. After all, the main lab was just down the hall.

No need to be hasty. But there was a deadline to fill. The samples needed to be delivered to his intermediary within 36 hours. Flesh had a tendency to rot, after all, and if he was only slipping small parts under the table, he could only use so many work resources before something looked strange. It didn’t bother him. Planning was a skill he excelled at. And once the first exchange went through, everything would start falling into place faster and faster.

There was no question in his mind that Ky was not the perfect starter. Beyond the trusting nature, he was young, still perfectly healthy and virile. He would recover from the sample removal and grow more flesh quickly, and it would be removed again. By the time it started to impact his health in any meaningful way, Ky would likely have enough buyers to necessitate a full disassembly. Henry would never put such a valuable resource at risk.

Faust showed plenty of promise, but he wouldn’t be the best to work with until he had a better setup. There was just so much of him, so many parts to remove, and at such a large size compared to most of the rest. He’d already been contacted with a few of the folk medicine crowd. Still hush-hush on many of the details, gentle prodding from either side to reassure neither were undercover officers, but the exchange showed quite promise, even the smaller pieces would fetch a pretty penny.

Then, after him…it was less set in stone. Tallying the details in his mind, the most likely candidates would be Baiken or Millia. Baiken would most likely be little more than a pretty decoration, unless a particular buyer happened to have some unusual interests. She’d still sell for quite a handsome price, missing parts or not. And Millia practically sold herself on concept alone. An appealing specimen for either the erotic eccentric or the taboo gourmand. Or both. It really didn’t matter to him one way or another, his job was complete as soon as the money swapped hands.

Setting up was practically muscle memory. Most of the supplies used during the day had been put away, and everything was hosed down to a metallic sheen. This part of the lab was one of the few places that had avoided the two’s moronic decorations and just seeing it put him in a peaceful state of mind. This was what their work was supposed to be.

“Yes, yes, there we are.” As soon as he wheeled the tank over to his main exam table and removed the lid, Ky moved to climb right onto it. Outside of water, he was far clumsier and his long tail was heavy to maneuver. Still, he fully complied, allowing himself to be hauled up the rest of the way until he was splayed across the metal and strapped into place.

Ky was so trusting, so willing. Henry almost felt a bit bad about this. He would try to make it go smoothly. He would have done so either way, no need to mess around and brutalize a quality product with recklessness, but the thought had to count for something. Ever since Aria had started spending more time at home with the baby, Ky’s care had started falling on him more and more often. It just about made for the perfect setup in having the eel fully trust him.

Precisely the reason he hadn’t viewed any of this so far was that sense of faith. Henry could start to see it waver as soon as he pulled out the muzzle. The expression that Ky made was almost a human one, something like confused amusement. Why bother with the muzzle, he’d never bitten before! He trusted the human to be careful with him, wasn’t that something to be reciprocated back?

“Sorry, bud. Take it as a learning opportunity.”

Electric eels, even in mer form, could release a jolt in the blink of an eye. But Henry hadn’t become a grant-funded scientist by not knowing his way around getting electrocuted. Ky was startled, and between his confusion and the man’s swift movement, by the time he could release anything, the muzzle was already strapped to his head, and the thick rubber gloves and boots meant it had been pointless in the end, anyway.

Despite the obvious state of things, Ky still attempted a struggle. In a way, it was quite a beautiful thing to witness, and the sheer effort and energy he threw into snapping his upper body back and forth and gnashing his teeth was only further evidence that he was the ideal specimen.

Henry gathered the rest of his things, setting them out on trays. “How beautiful. Y’know, there’s a lot of people who are really interested in what you can do.”

Nobody was fully certain how much mer understood in terms of human speech. Even so, he could see the terror on Ky’s face, the realization that he had gone into this willingly.

“Relaaaax. You aren’t going to die. You’re still very, very useful.”

His mind laid out blueprints all along the eel’s body. Organs, skin, blood, bones. Each with its own unit pricing. A sextet of unusual organs laid out in long blocks- two main, two Hunter’s, and two Sachs’. They couldn’t be fully excised (too risky, too unsubtle) but he had a steady hand for stitches and surgery, with enough small cuts to pull samples from, neither Asuka nor Aria would notice anything.

The hand reaching for a scalpel twitched. Them. He was thinking about them again. Even without them truly nearby, they were a blight. And they deserved this.

He knew Asuka better than anyone. He could mimic his awkward stutter as much as he could forge his handwriting. The man was reclusive. It would be easy to twist that self-inflicted isolation into misanthropy and underhandedness with just the right words. Henry had sprinkled the name in his dark-web transactions frequently enough that the police were sure to notice. Aria would loathe him for it. Wouldn’t that be the most beautiful, concise ending, putting the two at each other’s throats, so distracted by their anger that neither noticed he’d fled for the border.

“Heh. I’m getting too far ahead of myself. Can’t make plans with money I don’t have. Help me fix that, won’t you?”

The idea had finally settled into Ky that there was nobody else to hear him. His screams had gone silent, and all he could do was watch. At least someone here knew their place.

Some twitching was expected, but Henry found himself genuinely surprised at how quiet and unresponsive Ky was to being cut into. He had to pause to make sure the damn thing hadn’t died of a heart attack, but no. Ky was biting his lip, and his eyes were tightly shut, but he knew better than to raise a fuss.

Well, that would suit him just fine. Anything to make this go more smoothly. The mental blueprints spread out again, right underneath his fingertips. Thin punctures, in neat little lines, just large enough to pass the ends of tools through and slice away fragments. Each piece was carefully placed in its own little container and set aside. Organ, skin, scales. Perfect sorted, perfectly organized.

When he moved lower, however, he noticed Ky starting to twitch. “Stop moving. You should know better than that. You’re almost done, anyway, you can’t just sit down and shut up for the rest of it?”

A fin membrane sample, that was all he needed. Just a little snippet from the tip of his tail. He lined the shears up perfectly, but the very moment he brought them shut, Ky jerked.

“What- you- !” Where there was supposed to be an oozing little slit was now a bleeding slice. Ky wailed in pain, spattering blood along the table as the end of his tail flopped back and forth. The lab filled with clanging metal as he thrashed, forcing the locked wheels and spokes to grind against one another in place.

“Shut your mouth!” Henry barked. “You did this to yourself, you don’t get to be upset! Shut up!”

It seemed Ky was finished with being reasonable. What a pity. The man didn’t hesitate in jamming his fingers against the older wounds in his side, earning a new round of squeals until it petered out. He kept his scowl as he pulled his hand away.

But even as Ky fell still, he could hear metal shifting. That…that couldn’t be the table this time, so where-

“Asuka!”

His insides froze. What the hell was she doing here?!

“Asuka, is that you?” Aria’s voice slipped through the lab door. “Damn, I know you stay late, but this is pushing it! Long as you’re puttering around the office, don’t suppose you’ve seen my wallet? Didn’t notice I’d left it until I had a dozen cans of formula in the checkout lane!”

Henry scrambled to clean up. The samples were swept away into his bag. The tools were dumped in a vat of cleaner. He could get rid of the accessories easily, but the real problem was still lying on the table. Ky’s presence was conspicuous enough, but as soon as he recognized Aria’s voice, he started whining again.

“Zip it!” The man snatched up a scalpel and pressed the blade against Ky’s throat. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll slice your neck. It won’t matter if she comes or not, you’ll be dead.”

“Asuka?”

The storage room. He could stuff the body in the storage room until she went away. This was still salvageable. He could still-

“Wait, Henry?”

At first, Aria only looked terribly confused. Her attention shifted back and forth between the two of them, silently trying to make sense of what she’d just walked into.

“Aria-”

“Why are you here so late? What’s wrong with Ky? Why's he muzzled?”

“I was just-”

Ky groaned, sweeping the bloody end of his tail across the table. Aria noticed that immediately.

He hated her and Asuka both, but he knew better than to think they were idiots. She was already piecing most of it together, reeling back and eyes widening in horror.

“Henry, what the fuck have you done?”

“You don’t understand,” he started, only for Aria to turn and hightail it out of the lab. ”Damn it.”

This was never how it was supposed to go, but he would do what needed to be done. With the scalpel still in his hand, Henry rushed after her. Aria was flexible, but she wasn’t fast, especially in heels.

“Aaaa-riii-a, let’s be reasonable here!”

“Reasonable?!” She shouted over her shoulder. “You’ve completely lost it! We’re scientists, we don’t kill our research for fun!”

“I wasn’t killing them,” he replied. “And you know it’s dying anyway! We can barely keep the lights on!”

He was already closing the distance between them, and they both knew it. Aria kicked off her shoes and kept running. “We’re fixing it, Henry! Converting the lab is gonna save it!”

“I’m not going to be a part of your idiotic puppet show! I’ve spent over a decade on this research, I’m not throwing it all away to entertain children!”

She didn’t respond. It did not matter whether or not she agreed with him, Henry had made up his mind. Just another loose end to clean up. Credit where credit was due, though, as soon as he managed to grab her, Aria drew up her leg and kneed him in the groin.

“Khh- classy! Real classy!” He jabbed at the air with his blade, but it hit nothing solid. Aria threw herself to the side, stumbling into a wall display.

“We were friends, Henry! We could have worked this out!”

“I am working this out. You’re just on the opposite end of the equation.”

Another swing managed to hit flesh. Just a nick to the forearm, but it was enough to immediately draw blood. Aria faltered at the sight. She tried grappling with his arm, managing to send the scalpel blade into the drywall instead of her ribs. Henry laughed at the awkward pose he found himself in, and without thinking, let it trill into a shrill, jagged sound.

Something tore apart in a dry groan. When he looked up, it was just in time to see something ugly and bright pink smashing into his head.

And, suddenly, he was on the floor. Arms felt around the cold concrete to prop himself up, but they gave out underneath him before he could try. When he hit the ground again, Aria was standing over him, still wide-eyed and frightened.

There was a naked patch on the wall, amid one of Asuka’s tacky displays of painted particleboard jellyfish. Aria had the prop in hand, the back mottled and patchy from where it had been ripped clean to bash him over the head with.

“Ah..haha…HAHAHAHA…!”

As he laughed himself unconscious, Henry had a final thought flit through.

Those hideous decorations had been useful after all.

#Frog Writes #Illyria Aquarium AU #guilty gear #febuwhump #also if anyone's curious Testament also isn't their real name they're an edgy goth who likes having an edgy moniker

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phoenixmosheh · 1 year

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4/11/23

Your Assassination Attempts Are FAILING...HORRIBLY.

This one is for the in the closet Crybaby D*ck and his bitter HIV Postive pregnant wife, who thinks I don’t know about every little spell, they pay someone to cast and send my way, just because it didn’t make it on a blog post. Blog post are not making it because I am making tea and stirring it.

(THE HEART ATTACK SPELL FAILED CAN YOU FEEL IT?)

https://youtu.be/j3tVrEsHCKs - Heart Attack Spell Failed

https://youtu.be/HUxef4OMSn4 - Plot to Spread STDS and more hate. Failed.

https://youtu.be/zm5ABNEOaJE - I know all my Energy Hoes miss me! - Jcole (when she plugged her nose at the end...I knew God was throwing shade at the basic betch). Elias you are developing clairalience, a heightened sense of smell. https://www.alittlesparkofjoy.com/clairalience/

https://youtu.be/3r7RvPjWgw8 - Round of Applause for Elias Making it Out Alive

God Playing Matchmaker

By the way, this particular reader was used continuously per The God of Spirits because she went through a similar situation with a man who chose another woman. This man is going to come across this blog and know that he should have chosen this woman instead of the other woman. God wants this man to come to him and ask him how to approach this woman because they will cross paths again and this is his soulmate. (awwww...i was wondering why I was using her back-to-back) and don’t be trying to take her man basic betch its a no.

https://youtu.be/qxXDZ5fCovU - Get it Right by Tone Stith

The Backfire (Karma)

God told me to tell Crybaby d*ck, that you and your wife are the cause of the fetal heart attack your unborn child will have in May (Taurus Baby). Unfortunately, you are approximately 30 weeks pregnant and live in a state where you no longer qualify for an abortion. You will carry this baby to term, and it will also be a stillborn.

Whatever you send to Gods’ children will backfire and effect your own. I am going to break this down for all the slow bloodlines out there... STOP. CASTING. SPELLS.

You should have spent that money on your hospital stay or water.

(and no before you ask... the baby is not going to Heaven because it belongs to you)

Pay Attention To Your Abortion Laws People:

https://reproductiverights.org/maps/worlds-abortion-laws/

For Elias’ Adoptive Mother: Did You Not Think I Would Save Your School Principal with no Principles a$$ a spot on this blog? (when honor thy mother and father no longer applies)...

Elias told me once in conversation not to talk about his mother (a son being protective and defending his mother which is normal). Out of respect for Elias this is why I haven’t said anything about you until now. But you deserve this.

Concoct one more evil plan, you bitter, egotistical, racketeering, money laundering, jealous he is not about to give you a dime or anymore of his time hoe and I will concoct one too. Ask my family, I could give a f*ck about you being old, if you disrespect me or someone I love; you could be elderly limping on a cane with cancer and I would kick that cane right from underneath an old hag and keep on walking. I am the new Mother now betch, and you won’t see not half a coin before you die. What you need to do is focus on your real son (crybaby d*ck) and start planning his funeral; side by side graves...? I don’t know, you figure that out, since you like planning so much betch, plan that. All I know is Elias and I will not be donating to your cause dead or alive. So, I suggest you play bingo with somebody else.

How does it feel to know nothing good came from your own flesh and blood (bloodline). You murdered Elias’ real Father, which is why you get emotionally triggered every time Elias would ask you about him. Aww poor Hoodoo Witchdoctor Godmother (Root magic). Elias’ real Father chose to be with Elias’ real mother over you; you got jealous, cast a love spell on his Father, poisoned his real mother and since they had a child (Elias), you upgraded from Godmother to Stepmother. However, Elias’ Father woke up from that love spell and still didn’t want you and wouldn’t allow you to legally adopt Elias. So, you killed Elias’ Father and took what he had. Placed Elias in the system (adoption) and then went back to adopt him, so that you could be tied to the inheritance and energy attached to him too.

It was your plan to bring that basic betch back into Elias’ life, the same toxic betch you knew hurt him in the past; the same one you had to help Elias get a restraining order against. The first love spell cast on Elias as a teen was the basic masonic hoes idea; how dare a masonic betch come for your son right?

But then Elias met a new woman and you found out this woman was his future wife and he was going to leave your leech a$$ behind and take his inheritance with him. You found out this woman who was his future wife could be a bigger threat to you than the basic masonic betch from the past. You were right, you psychotic narcissistic demon lmao. So, you teamed up with Elias’ ex girlfriend and her masonic family, who also wanted a piece of that inheritance. Do they know you were still planning to take them out, after you got Elias to put your name on the will? Do they know now? Jesus Christ. smh.

It was your plan to make Elias believe those children were his and not your real son crybaby d*ck.

Anyway...its no longer a secret that you are the mastermind of all of this betch.

You know what else I know?... you wanted Elias just like you wanted his Real Father. Did you touch Elias as a child?...I bet you did. Which is why Elias developed a sex addiction in the first place, right? You conditioned him to think sex meant love. You’ve been casting spells over Elias’ all his life which is why it was so hard for him to break free of them. You’re a child molester, whether Elias remembers it or not. I know what you are.

Since you didn’t have the emotional intelligence to tell Elias this truth. I did it for you. I can see why you struggled. I can find a way to tell the world without exposing Elias and I, if you want? Or maybe I will let Elias decide.

Damn, a child molester and a school principal. I wonder what people will think? Stay away from Elias, your pendulum magic isn’t working, mess around and fall right into a sinkhole if you want to betch per Angel Gabriel

I Am So Glad I Got to Meet the Family,

Respectfully,

Your Daughter-in-Law

(Elias do you think they like me?)

https://youtu.be/QJI-DuUsrrY- Elias’ Wife Roasting Elias’ Fake A$$ Wannabe Mom-Wife

https://youtu.be/-Mbr2s5lSLw - Elias You’re Forgiven (When you spin the block one more time to cuss this witch out).

https://youtu.be/6zckQ5kxXkM - Monster - Beth Crowley

Cassandra A. There are 7 letters left in your last name...would you like to play Hangman? Middle Schoolers love that game, right? If I win, what prize do I get? How About a Leave Us the F*ck Alone?

https://youtu.be/DdwVDglxQvU - Tarot on Cassandra Behind the Mask

Cassandra, do you know what I hate. A stalker. Especially, when I catch them stalking me after I’ve told them to stop stalking me. Do you understand what prize you are going to get, if you do not stop stalking me?

By the way you took your linked in profile picture down, but you are still on twitter. I’ve tweeted your pictures to a folder and am currently making copies. Oh and if I get hacked betch, you are getting hacked and I have a feeling the public will believe my evidence over yours? No spell work needed.

Elias, although I am broke and have been homeless...as you can see, I have done this for free... I am not in this for the money. I did, however, need someone to practice on sorry it was your fake a$$ family, but I thought I might as well do a free favor for a friend. Anyone who knows me which I’ve found out is NO ONE!... knows that I have no desire to be famous and cannot be bought like most people can. I like privacy its peaceful. Elias, you have to decide what you want and what you are going to do ...but I am leaving in two weeks, whether you are here or not. I have gotten used to rolling the dice and free falling not caring if I live or die. So, you and God can figure out what you are going to do...I am leaving in 2 weeks.

Bye Cassandra.

https://youtu.be/l3ZfjqyqEA4 - A Narcissist Worst Nightmare Tarot

https://youtu.be/jz2nP0QzknE - Hard to Kill Lyrics

Root Witchdoctors (Hoodooism)

https://www.spiritualityhealth.com/articles/2021/02/Hard 23/the-hoodoo-blues

https://www.ncpedia.org/root-doctors

Does God Hate Gay People? God is Pro-Human.

https://youtu.be/Dkk9gvTmCXY - You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

So, this is a very controversial topic, I have been thinking about how to explain this in the best way possible, so that your perception on how God views homosexual/bi/pronouns etc changes. Just because crybaby d*ck and basic betch are a part of this community, does not mean we hate that community. In fact, The Melchizedek are pro-human. However, if you were to ask us what homosexuality is? We would place it in the mental illness category. Before you throw stones, look at it from a spiritual perspective that can be compared to a hormonal problem within your physical world (Earth).

So, you have estrogen (more for women) and testosterone (more for men) but when both of these hormones are out of balance a woman might start growing hair on their face or have a deeper voice, a man might develop less muscle mass, higher voice etc. Well in the spiritual world, you have people who talk about feminine and masculine spiritual energy. Energy is literally your soul (mind). So, if masculine and feminine energy are out of balance in the spirit...your soul (the mind) is going to think its feminine when your body is clearly showing you that you have masculine body parts and vice versa. So, in that humans mind, they are going to think “I feel like I was born in the wrong body.”

There are many born like this due to the fall of humanity, this does not mean these people do not deserve human rights, like healthcare. This does not mean The Melchizedek or God support self-mutilating surgeries or same sex marriage. However, The Melchizedek understand that on Earth instead of fixing the problem, humanity has normalized it; this is how people have evolved overtime in order to cope with this mental illness because they don’t understand how to fix it (don’t be ashamed; The Melchizedek look at it like any other mental illness or Personality disorder).

For those who have developed gender mental illness later in life, it can kind of be compared to an “identity crisis’ where you are still trying to figure out who you are and so you start testing the waters (switching in and out of masculine and feminine energy, trend following “i’m bi-curious,” “i’m both genders” can also confuse your identity development or slow it down.) Which is why you have some people who have been convinced at a young age to partake in self-mutilating surgeries and later they may wish they had not (their masculine and feminine energies started to balance out whereas others may experience lifetime stagnancy).

This is a very difficult mental illness to correct, especially if a person is born like this but no holy water, nor exorcism etc is going to work and no being gay cannot send you straight to “hell” your character however can.

The cure for a gender mental illness is learning to balance out the chakras, which is something that would need to be practiced within a community that is in agreement. Honestly, this topic is far from what The Melchizedek are focused on and we are not really here to convince people...but this is our knowledge you can take it or ignore it. We don’t care either way. However, the Rainbow...we need that back... its copyrighted.

Heaven Sending signs https://youtu.be/aa7A-E9eIFY - Born This Way - Lady Gaga

Although, God did create humanity, humans evolve overtime on their own whether they have The Melchizedek as leaders or they do not. God created Humans, God does not create mental illness or sickness by way of who humans choose to be led by.

Warning:

Please do not go to anyone claiming they can cure homosexuality with chakra energy bundles. If they knew how to do it...it would have been proven by now and google would be all over that sh*t.

How I Healed My Feminine Energy and Stopped Cussing These Hoes Out!

Men and Women need both feminine and masculine energy like they both need estrogen and testosterone. However, Men need more masculine energy to function properly and Women more feminine energy to function properly. Some Men and Women are born in the wrong gender energy i.e a girl being born with too much masculine energy (think of a birth defect) this can be corrected if the energy is balanced out. This does not mean a girl cannot like what you call “masculine things” like sports such as wrestling, just that they do not know how to revert back to the feminine energy without struggling.

As for people, not born in the wrong gender energy, there was most likely something you experienced right before you decided to shift into a more masculine energy or feminine energy i.e a break up, an abusive relationship, lack of attention (neglect), being a child having to take care of your siblings or provide for the family etc etc etc. There are others who are just followers, confused and still don’t know themselves which is why you have women who claim to be lesbians who end up pregnant and then say just kidding “i’m bi-sexual.”It can be different for everyone. Think about the world you live in as well not everyone has access to do the things they love like in the video below and take the time to figure out who they are. Your systems are not built for that kind of freedom.

For some reason humans like to make excuses and support people and ignore problems even with substantial evidence that something is clearly wrong. If you have a body with female genitalia (evidence) but your mind is telling you that you are a man ???????? Why do we go to school?

But yes, God loves Humans including Gay People. Why? because they are humans too.

https://youtu.be/J5IbRU0sRE4 - healing feminine energy by Jillz Guerin

Fun Fact: Melchizedek used to track their periods using the Moon Cycle (it was called the Lunar Cycle)

https://youtu.be/nr9Fu88GdxE - Nurturing Yourself During Your Cycle -Jill Guerin

***note: you really don’t need a huge house in order to be comfortable or happy. However being able to have some kind of comfortable space is ideal in order to feel good about yourself and relax which everyone should be able to have so don’t view this video and think you need the exact type of lifestyle this person has in order to live an amazing comfortable life. No I am not saying anything is wrong with the way the person in this video is living so don’t be hating on her...***

I am more focused on ...

Where the idea of castles with 100 rooms or more came from? Then, I thought of Eve and how God told her to be fruitful and multiply ...and I was like “Oh wow...that makes sense.” Otherwise, call me jealous if you want to but, why else would anyone need that many rooms beyond bragging & hiring modern day slaves, whilst doing rituals in the downstairs dungeon?

https://www.royal.uk/royal-residences-buckingham-palace#:~:text=Buckingham%20Palace%20has%20775%20rooms,quadrangle)%20and%2024%20metres%20high.

Blood-Poisoning (can occur from disease, food, water, air etc.)

https://youtu.be/QcIy9NiNbmo - Bad Blood by Taylor Swift (Sound Familiar?)

This is what crybaby d*ck wanted for Elias’ Wife right? ...to lure her in using Elias’ Energy, rape, transfer an STD to her and get her pregnant for revenge in a state where she wouldn’t be able to abort right? Great job doing your research. Although, you might have been able to get her pregnant, Melchizedek blood is immune to human disease, once they start to mutate their body will destroy disease causing pathogens and their body will experience detox like symptoms fever, chills, vomiting, diarrhea, hives, seizures, fainting and symptoms of some diseases but they will not test positive for the disease.

Code For: (Were You a “Transfer” (from Heaven) too? Or Dauntless (Sinner) Born.

Which is why Elias was feeling sick; Elias was healing from the diseases being transferred while his opponents have been testing positive. This is also why Elias did not test positive for COVID. The Melchizedek Woman, even though she was living in homeless shelters, with no soap in the bathroom or mask wearing has not tested positive for COVID. If you are someone who has been vaccinated, boosted several times and have recovered, have an Inconclusive or negative test. Samjaza is suspicious of your bloodline (Family). Elias you still need to get an HIV test before you see me for your peace of mind not mine. I know I am right. lol.

https://youtu.be/FVlkbs32vGo - The COVID Test Result

https://youtu.be/oBEPD_AJUbA - The Test Didn’t Work

https://youtu.be/8Diu6MR_Y8g - Don’t Let Them Know Who You Are (If you are a vivid dreamer, God can use dreams to train you, alert you, speak to you, if you have the same dream over and over again there is a test you need to pass).

https://youtu.be/5ttoICpH0Vc - Be Quiet & Play Dumb

https://youtu.be/0SfwHWzAfFQ - Become an Actor (What Would a Homeless Person Do? God Training the Melchizedek Woman)

https://youtu.be/GKfwLeZDEEU - Pass the Final Test And Prove That You Are From Earth Because They Are Watching All Of You On Your Social Media Accounts and You Better Not Be Surviving In a Supernatural Way!

The Melchizedek Woman wakes up The Melchizedek Man (Elias under a spell) https://youtu.be/7UhFzTWxzBo

(Nothing we have shared with you is news to our enemy (Samjaza), which is why we share...its not a fair game if you don’t know you’re in one. Right..basic betch?

The Mutant Cure (No More God Traits...No More Humans)

https://youtu.be/D7QBdxLPc0c - Part 1 of 3

Let me explain this one more time, not for you, but for the innocent people attached to you. (if you have friends or family, they better call you and have an intervention before they all end up under judgement)

Now that no one is stealing my energy, this means I can heal even with attacks being thrown at me. I. absorb. the. attacks. The most that happens to my body now is ...I get a little sleepy and I take a nap. Before I was feeling the effects because you were all being greedy energy vampires. However, Elias lent me energy through Reiki Healing, so I am not as weak, which is why the attacks you are sending are no longer working. If you saw the post where I stated “it won’t stop my death” I am talking about a death-like coma (i.e the phoenix spirit resurrects) and no you won’t be able to steal my energy anymore, because we know who you are (I was blind, but now I see). Now go through those energy withdrawals, like a champ and take your low (loss).

We Are Ahead of Schedule (Samjaza cannot predict prophecy) his/her plan is always to find The Melchizedek before they awaken to who they are and then take their energy...Samjaza did not expect God to send two of his smartest players (they are smarter than the previous Melchizedek that came before them and advance faster in their gifts).

Samjazas’Plan Examples:

Part 2 of 3 https://youtu.be/yiizHdqhEag - Samjaza finds Jean Grey (The Melchizedek) who is manifesting but doesn’t understand who she is.

Part 3 of 3 https://youtu.be/oo52523RR3A - Samjaza convincing a Melchizedek they can take away the burden of their calling by convincing them to give up their energy or use them for evil. (fast forward to 1:09 for an example of someone stealing energy).

https://youtu.be/cx7lbPE7Hpk - Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams (For Elias)

The Result of Samjaza Getting a Melchizedek Woman Pregnant...an Abortion by any means necessary...Ask Eve. (Melchizedek Woman: I Don’t Know What Kind Of Money These Earth Hoes Are Receiving for Popping Out Abominations...But You Could Not Pay Me To Birth That)!

https://youtu.be/kuV-i3yK9gI - Jean Grey Dies

https://youtu.be/53-jDbNCfqg- Laena’s Death House of Dragon

https://youtu.be/cl5caGn4_po - Eve Under a love spell pregnant by Samjaza secretly plotting to abort his mission because the love spell is wearing off

https://youtu.be/n2lTpPptOWA - The Love Spell Samjaza put on Eve wearing off and Eve finding out Samjaza is not Adam

https://youtu.be/8nBFqZppIF0 - You should be sad - Halsey

As for the Earthside Magicians...Samjaza will use all of you and pimp you out for his/her own selfish gain...

https://youtu.be/HUHC9tYz8ik - Billie Eillish Bury a Melchizedek The Only One That Can Help You

You better learn to mind your own business and research who these bitter delusional people are paying you to send these attacks to before you send them. You don’t want to get caught up in a war and be surprised when your own bloodline starts dropping like flies out of nowhere.

MIND YOUR BUSINESS & STOP DOING MALICIOUS SPELLWORK. IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO RANDOMLY HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE...STOP RANDOMLY SENDING IT TO OTHER PEOPLE. WE KNOW.. WE KNOW..IT WORKED BEFORE AND YOU WERE AN EARTH MAGICIAN GANGSTER AND HAVE A TALLY BOARD. HOWEVER, TIMES ARE CHANGING. STOP. CASTING. SPELLS. YOU ARE OUT RANKED. THIS IS WHY...YOUR SPELLS ARE NOT WORKING. CEASE FIRE.

This is Your Final Warning. I am not going to keep posting the same old tarot messages predictions for you they have served their educational purposes...I am saving space on my blog to reveal all the things that you have done like crime.

smh (its almost like that unborn child has more brains than both of you combined at this point...I just can’t.)

Silas on Standby: The Banshee Spirit (Angel of Death) the other half of this spirit is Azrael (Angel of Care).

https://youtu.be/WkoutXztQ_c - Releasing the Banshee (Final Warning)

What happened was Azrael comes down from Heaven to keep a Melchizedek’s soul from leaving their body, if badly wounded. Silas, Azrael’s other half (her husband) collects souls; Silas was triggered by the soul of a spirit he recognized trying to Passover too soon “The Melchizedek Woman” who is like a little sister. So, while Azrael is busy keeping the soul intact, Silas has to come down and take out whatever is killing the soul. Silas is a warring spirit who outranks Arch Angel Michael and Samjaza (Satan). (Wish the Melchizedek’s a Happy Marriage, Honeymoon and Life and Move on or Silas will help you and yours move on).

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True Story:

When you find out the house you woke up in, is a house with a prostitution gang who have all kinds of illegal guns on the table but you are in their kitchen making coffee minding your own business...and one of the jealous drug addict prostitutes gets suspicious and starts threatening to beat your a$$ as she accuse you of being an undercover cop for being too pretty of a homeless person. (But your fear tolerance is unusually high)

The Melchizedek Woman: ***Sips coffee*** “Whoa...chill out, you can stay head prostitute I am not trying to take your spot hoe.

***stands there awkwardly trying to figure out, if this betch is flirting with me as she tries to convince this gang I am a cop ..,smh.***

https://youtu.be/d-54NnZFEK8 - The Trap House

https://youtu.be/uBYy351FsUA - Elias’ Wife Riding the Bus

https://youtu.be/3wmm3LDTHi4 - Hood Princess lmao.

4/25/23

You Know God Has a Sense of Humor When He Uses the Sitcom Friends to Mock Elias and his Wife.

https://youtu.be/YXOUOOtfTBs - The I Hate Elias’ Wife Club!

https://youtu.be/LHmMTZR30E4 - Elias’ Wife Finds Out Shes in a Love Triangle

https://youtu.be/XBjNcLnj4AY - How Elias’ Wife Reacted When She Accidently Left Him a Happy Birthday Voicemail Before They Lost Contact...Unsend it God!

https://youtu.be/EbFjP0Ajti8 - Elias Wife Being Cared for by Random Men While Carrying His Eggs (Real Babies Around) as he stalks her through false tarot readings. Gabriel said this would make Elias mad but it’s true. lmao.

https://youtu.be/L81XWiDgmTk - Elias Marrying the Basic Betch Under a Black Magic Spell...his poor subconscious calling out for his real wife...getting beat up by the basic betch whenever he fux up and calls out for help from his real wife...lmao.

https://youtu.be/Bnju9eUUuxo - When you keep asking God if you should wait on Elias or prepare to act like a damsel in distress at the tram station... does he need more time, Lord?

https://youtu.be/AtEAowkhd1M - The Basic Betch still delusional after Elias Marrys his real wife

Meet the Basic Betches God Santa Muerte

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte

Today I got a new roommate and I pretended to know nothing about the spiritual world or the occult. This prompted this roommate to educate my dumb naive a$$ about how she was once a dark witch ...who served a spirit deity called Santa Muerte...apparently if you promise this spirit something you better be able to pay up with whatever you promised the betch or you will start seeing her skeleton-like-figure in your household haunting you. When I asked the roommate how she was able to go from a dark witch to a light witch after serving this spirit...she said she has never met anyone who has been able to end a contract with this spirit and lived to tell it. She told me she was still attached (enslaved) to this spirit and showed me her tattoos of Santa Muerte that she got in order to please this spirit. She has also practiced love spells on several men and mixed her menstrual blood in honey inside jars and dipped the pictures of her victims in it (never put it in their food though...if you want to give her props). Did you know Santa Muerte is a spirit with an actual name known by The God of Spirits?...If Elias calls this spirit by its actual name, he will be able to help you (basic betch) and your power of three witchy fake flimsy rooting for your downfall a$$ friends get out of that contract). I was wondering why over the past few days I have been hearing someone summoning a “Death Angel” or “Goddess of Darkness” at first, I thought you people were insulting me but now I understand it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe you should chant harder and let Santa Muerte know that your sacrifice is staying in the same room as one of your soul sisters under a similar contract just like yours. Let’s make a bet, if I am murdered in my sleep your God is more powerful than The God of Spirits and Santa Muerte wins as the most powerful God...Get to chanting, ok? Oh, this roommate is also pregnant and her boyfriend just went to jail which is why she ended up in a shelter ...crybaby d*ck are you behind bars yet?

The Originals - https://youtu.be/79PGD-QMPJ4

Jesus Sends Demons into Pigs

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%208%3A28-34%2CMark%205%3A1-17&version=NASB

...just in case any of you stalkers were wondering what I did over the Eclipsed Moon. Yawn. Don’t Panic. I’m still breathing. I know you masonic hoes are happy for me.

BAIT WATCH...

(2 weeks ago... The Melchizedek Woman was trying to decide between spending the only money she had on an outfit for her date with Elias or renew the domain for the Phoenix Mosheh website... God told her to buy her date outfit. In her mind, this was a bad investment because “what if our enemies try to steal it (Boohoo tears) God: let them take the bait and don’t say anything).

The Plot to Take God’s LLC...Unfortunately, you have taken the bait. Phoenix Mosheh is not our LLC otherwise we would have copyrighted this legally before putting it out to the public. It is however being used to bait our enemies (thieves).

Why do you think Phoenix Mosheh has not made any money yet? ...because it is not time. We are very, very, strategic. So, if something seems too easy to steal, I would think twice about why it’s just sitting out there for anyone to steal. (However, you should not be stealing anyway).

The Phoenix Mosheh book currently out there, isn’t even the real book. Only the Melchizedek will sell this book under their real LLC and under their real copyright. The fake book had to be made visible to the public which is why the book distribution companies including amazon were being used. So, if it’s not copyrighted by the Melchizedek, there is a reason dumba$$. For any future wannabe thieves, think twice before you try to steal and pirate The Melchizedeks’ intellectual property. If you are stealing from The Melchizedek, you are stealing from God. Be bold and steal from God if you want to.

Once again...The Melchizedek are currently adolescents (children) which means they need people to practice on. You don’t want to be practiced on...unless you have a fetish for your life falling apart.

https://youtu.be/599nHA_Cclc - Steal it Idiots. (tarot from 2 weeks ago)

As of 4/18/2023

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name created by both Elias and his wife in celebration of them becoming one.

(Elias never liked my business logos...What? Phoenix Mosheh wasn’t a good enough name for you Elias!)

Did you know if you buy from someone with a legal business name under the Phoenix Mosheh brand you can sue them for Fraud?

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name which will be revealed in time. You may have noticed Phoenix Mosheh does not ask for money on any of its social media pages, besides the GoFund me page (a set up), which will be taken down. If our enemies would like to use the name Phoenix Mosheh or any of the intellectual property that we have already copyrighted, under our real business name...this is committing fraud and The Melchizedek will sue you privately. Why? because we already told you brain damaged bloodlines...you are not getting any f*cking money. So go ahead and pretend to be Phoenix Mosheh, if you want to. If you accidently buy a Phoenix Mosheh book because you somehow missed this message, you will know because the books will have key identifiers such as errors, unfinished book cover prints, and different storylines, books will also be under a publisher ISBN owned by the book publisher i.e lulu.com instead of listing The Melchizedek new business name as the actual publisher. If you don’t know what that means...every book out there right now is under lulu.com as the publisher. Once the new Phoenix Mosheh business name is released this name will be listed as publisher instead of lulu.com. (lulu publishing has been an awesome resource for self-publishing... so don’t hate on them). Anyway, again if you buy a book or any other Phoenix Mosheh merchandise and someone owns this company under their LLC etc etc. You should sue this company for fraud and misleading the public because they are not the real creators of any Phoenix Mosheh products.

Phoenix Mosheh was and is meant to supply free content to the public in order to help those who have been taken advantage of for generations with the wrong religious indoctrination no longer be taken advantage of

Please continue to enjoy the FREE Phoenix Moshe content as we transition over into the real thing.

Thank You. See You in Court Brain Dead Betches.

Did You Know in Heaven Elias and His Wife Get Promoted from Chief Detective and CIA Agent to Spiritual Hitman? Elias Surpasses Me.

https://youtu.be/32RAq6JzY-w - FAST X Trailer

Did you know one of the ways Samjaza (Satan) could tell that The New Melchizedek were coming is because people of all complexions, races and ethnic backgrounds began to come into agreement about certain things. Segregation is a sign of “No Melchizedek” in the world. Samjaza does not care about what color you are, where you are from, who you are etc., he would use and discard any one of you, if it meant he could win. Emphasis on the discard per basic betch and crybaby d*ck. smh. Where he at though?! lmao.

that bounce back is about to be fire …Yal Ready?

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When you keep trying to save mankind and they keep on trying to tame you…

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https://youtu.be/RVd_71ZdRd4 - Strangers by Halsey

When You Take Back Your Energy

When that basic betch thought you were lying when you said “you were taking back your energy”...find a different Beauty SnapChat filter betch...

https://youtube.com/shorts/-YLB33nCvzw?feature=share - Energy Snatch Clip

https://youtu.be/61kYiio6tTE - Man Snatch & Gifts Snatch I told you basic betch

When the light and dark-skinned people come into agreement and agree the basic betch is a walking hazard to society...no matter her skin color

https://youtu.be/Vyp4BQjW3zg - Menstrual blood spell work ick...be careful who you take food from.

https://youtu.be/ymPfRA10UXw - No seriously

https://youtu.be/hzOs8i1SJ2Q- take caution.

https://youtu.be/r_3REvl0Ldw - lol.

4/19/23

The Copiale Cipher Masonic Family Update

(Do I have to come on here and post in order for you all to feel validated (seen)?)

If I were you all, I would call off The Copiale Cipher you are thinking of doing on the Eclipsed Moon, it’s going to backfire. Also, if you are going to try and steal (cipher) my soul (energy) again, the least you can do is invite me to your Presbyterian Church. I am not familiar with that denomination, but I love sitting in church pews pretending like I give a sh*t just like you. Shouldn’t you be more focused on praying for your niece’s soul, instead of trying to take someone else’s? If you have a funeral for her ...you masonic hoes better invite me...don’t worry, I can keep a secret.

The Copiale Cipher (Pigpen Cipher)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigpen_cipher#:~:text=The%20pigpen%20cipher%20(alternatively%20referred,be%20assigned%20to%20the%20grid.

https://youtu.be/I_4rRM8CIwU - oh how the tables are turning...

youtube

FYI Some Shelters allow you to cook your own meals (no menstrual blood was used in the making of these meals) Elias remember when I used to send you pictures of my dishes and you used to put little hearts next to them?<3 God told me to show up that basic betches menstrual blood spaghetti and tell you your real wife is a gourmet chef in the making...(High Carb Fiber Protein Diet)

Veggie Eggrolls & Mediterranean Grain (rice quinoa lentil mixed) w/Honey Glazed Peppers and Sweet Zesty Mandarin sauce made from Greek Yogurt.

Creamy Fetta Kale Macaroni Pasta

if you have PTSD from that basic betch... I’ll let you watch me cook or cook with me until you trust that I am not trying to poison you.

( I can’t believe I have to say this but basic betch don’t take screenshots of my dishes to catfish some other poor soul online into believing this was you ok...smh.)

https://youtu.be/TNB0rgz_9Tc - Perfect Timing - Tone Stith

https://youtu.be/6nr8hPnZfMU - Upgrade You - Beyonce

4/27/23

You all are a bunch of sore losers lol. By the way once you talk to whomever you need to talk to in order to get my IP Address. I will be using a different IP address. Also, something you should prepare for in the future... the connections you think you have with larger corporations that own all these little social media sites that like to block, censor and hide the truth will start allowing The Melchizedek to sell you out simply for the fact that they do not want to be sold out. They are going to start saying...every man for themselves cartel cult...no need for all of youtube to be shut down because you got caught... because you are slow (low IQ).

What would happen if the Melchizedek Woman started to use all of youtube to expose you all...are they going to shut down all of youtube for your hush money?...that would be suspicious as f*ck in the public’s eyes... be careful. k? And I will cover the people and or readers I use...so if their accounts do get shut down its in their best interest... you dollar store skeleton worshipers however, will be in the dark and no opponent should go to war fighting blind, it is never a smart move.

https://youtu.be/puRUhzyYaz8 - did you like the video where this reader stated you are so scared of being exposed that someone is trying to pay youtube to shut down her account. lmao. Did it get deleted yet? It had a lot of curse words in it...a lot of vulgarity, a lot of truth. I love truth.

And the truth is no matter what you will still be exposed...because I am being selfish, and I want to orgasm.

What is your IP address? (Yes, I am flirting with you don’t break my heart and tell me you’re not interested <3 it’s called sexting are you not turned on?)

#phoenixmosheh

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willowedwisteria · 2 years

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I know this ain't what your searching for your idea to write but if you don't mind could you write this idea for albedo? He needs some more appreciation because he is mostly helping us in the villain or imposter au

https://kaeyamain4life.tumblr.com/post/669633462390734848/for-the-new-event

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⁂~It's My Turn!~⁂

Summary -> Susbedo and Whopperbedo probs got jelly of darling paying attention to albedo [this would be even worse if darling is a albedo main] And that the event was because they jelly that darling loves albedo

Note -> I definitely don't mind writing about this idea, thank you for bringing this to my attention! (And yes, I copied and pasted the whole idea into the summary)

@kaeyamain4life

Genre -> Fluff(?)

Your heart gets the better of you as your fingers move on its own, burying themselves in Albedo's hair as you brush it. With careless movements, you slowly lean in, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Suddenly, you hear a crash in the distance, stopping your lips from brushing against his forehead once more as you see, not one, but two more Albedos rush in.

You blink in surprise, your eyes travel to the direction of the two Albedos before turning back to face the Albedo leaning in your embrace.

"Alright Kreideprinz, move." One Albedo, most likely the fellflower version of Albedo, demanded. He(?) shoved Albedo's face away lightly off of the chair as Whopperbedo his spot, innocently smiling for you to give him a kiss just like you did to Albedo.

Albedo sighed as he dusted off his coat, tugging you by the arm and pulling you away before you could even get the chance to talk to Whopperbedo.

"Kreideprinz, stop hogging all of their grace's attention." Whopperbedo stomped over to your side, jerking you over so that'll you'll be closer to him.

You definitely didn't mean to be in the middle of this. Whopperbedo was always a chaotic one, stirring up trouble wherever and whenever he had the chance to, pissing off Albedo isn't the brightest idea.

Out of desperation after your futile attempts to calm the both of them down, you turn your attention to Rubedo, practically begging him with your eyes to at least try and intervene.

"You all are acting like children, stop fighting."

You feel your heart racing as you realize that asking Rubedo to stop the both of them would only make things worse.

"Because it's obvious that their grace prefers me."

As Rubedo finishes his sentence, he gets pounced onto the floor by whopperbedo and Albedo begins to unsheathe his blade.

"WAIT-" You scream before the chaos ensues.

#Wisteriawrites #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin self aware au #albedo genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo #rubedo #gi albedo #fake albedo #imposter albedo

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lys1 · 3 years

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Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words.

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

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