#this literally took me 8 hours because i couldn't decide what to do for the back half LMAO

[konniesreality]

Hey Konnie, I'm going to share my success story with you.

So, for context, I've known about the void for I think over a year and I've been in the LOA community since I was 8. I've also had the most disgusting life all around especially when it came to my spiritual life but that's not important right now.

I've always been lazy when it came to the void, like on one hand I was like "Finally a method that guarantees success no matter what" but on the other hand I was like "Ugh, this is too much I don't feel like doing this right now" and kept making excuses. Because I knew about waking up in the Void State I'd go to bed and just fall asleep after listening to subliminals and affirming thinking that was going to do anything for ME personally. (P.S. just because it didn't work for me doesn't mean it won't work for you.) I did this for MONTHS and kept wondering why it wasn't working. Like I knew I was lazy but I just really couldn't bother at all...until recently.

I decided that I wanted to change and that I'd go back to the basics of the Void. I switched out the subliminals that I used before and created a fresh playlist. Link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA_GYb1XT6i7XafhzWTNCnerDt1x9HOiz I simply worked on fulfilling myself internally and went within entirely. Then, two weeks ago I randomly decided to just "meditate" into the void. So, I just laid down, stayed still and RELAXED. I didn't even think about the Void, my attention was to simply relax and be. Eventually, I did relax to the point my body went slightly numb so I took it as a sign to start affirming for the Void. The affirmations I used are "I am" and "I am void". I started experiencing soooooooo many symptoms such as the floaty feeling, losing my senses, the darkness behind the eyes getting darker (I wanted my void to be pitch black hence why it got dark) also that really weird eye fluttery thing idk what that is called but yeah I had that too. I was literally spinning and my heart was about to jump out of my chest istg BUT I focused on my breathing and my affirmations.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Now, mind you, I've NEVER gotten this close to entering the Void IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. But I kid you not, I felt myself literally DETACH from my body, well I more felt it in my face/head because I couldn't feel my body but you get the point. Like I felt HOLLOW like WHAT. I was internally screaming and I started to smile because I was like "I'm finally entering the void after how long now." Buttttttt when I was literally five seconds away from entering the Void completely my lovely father came in the room to ask me something so I OBVIOUSLY snapped out. (Still salty btw) But I can tell you that I was 90% in the Void and they weren't lying about feeling pure bliss and happiness and feeling calm as well as being one with yourself because I felt it too. And when I "got out" I felt SO SMUG cause I was like, I finally figured out what method works best for me AND I know when and how to do it.

So, my directions in case you want to try it out.

Go to bed around 30 minutes - 1 hour earlier. Or do it when you're going to take a nap, but it works best for me at night. Also, make sure your eyes are like slightly burning, not ask why just trust me. but not to the point it's watering just enough to make sure you're a little sleepy and will make you relax easier because I find that works best.

2. Then, relax your body and allow all thoughts to float by, don't pay any attention to it. Also, focus on your breathing. (You can do breathing techniques but I just went with a slow but natural pace of breathing, for me of course)

3. ANY SYMPTOMS IGNORE THEM ALL!! It may be hard but honestly, it's kind of like ignoring someone when they talk shit- bad example but you knowww. Just focus on breathing and affirmations here.

4. Make sure to affirm when you are ready, trust me you will know because it'll be like a gut feeling. Or when you feel really relaxed like you're in a tropical paradise or something just start to affirm. Also, I would imagine things that I'd be doing in my hr (home reality) because affirming is kinda boring after a while so I interchanged them.

And that's about it, I think the important thing to take away here is to do what works FOR YOU. If you know that this method doesn't work for you but you saw it works for me, that is not an invitation to change your method. Also, remember always that the void IS YOU, it will not exist without you so don't put it on a pedestal. You got this always and have fun living your dream life. You were born a master of the void so no excuses.

Also that new subliminal that you made is LITERALLY the only sub I use now and it's BOMB. But I obviously linked my playlist bc I used to use it.

OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! Thank you so much for using my subliminal and most importantly sharing your success! It’s the truth! Find what works for you and R E L A X I know you will get in again!! TSYM for linking the playlist too! 💕💗💗

#ask #void state #void state success story

[thrashyraccoon]

Jealous Guy (Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Another guy starts hanging around you at work and Eddie is concerned about it.

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You and Eddie have been together for a year and have known each other for two years since you moved to Hawkins. You met in high school, but you've already graduated and work at one of the few grocery stores in town, which Eddie is struggling to finish his senior year. Your relationship is still going very well, as it was at the beginning, but now the boy had reasons to be jealous. A nondescript Harry started hanging around your workplace, or more precisely you. A guy five years older with short blonde hair who wears leather almost 24/7. Of course, Eddie had never seen him. He heard that description from you because you told him about Harry, that he was nice and loved metal as much as Eddie. Then the boy thought to himself "it's cool, I won't forbid my partner from talking to customers in the store. Until he met one of your shift colleagues while picking you up from shift." Be careful, young, a certain guy comes up too often during your girlfriend's shifts. " He heard from a middle-aged woman in a work T-shirt, blond, medium curly hair, currently smoking a cigarette during her five-minute break, which usually lasted forever. And that's when fear and jealousy appeared in the boy. If he says she's a woman who ignores everything that's going on around her (including angry customers), so there must be something to it. A week has passed since the previous information and Eddie couldn't be bothered about it. He really hated being jealous of you and didn't want to be with you to argue about this guy. Eddie knew you loved him, but what if you realized he wasn't a good match for you after all and started dating Harry. After all, you were young, you had just finished school, many dreams were still ahead of you. And he? He couldn't even pass school, twice. So, not wanting to start a misunderstanding, he decided to drive over to your workplace after school, when you still had a few hours before your shift started, to meet the employee he talked to last week.

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Boy got deya vu. Just like that time, a bored blonde was standing in front of the store door, smoking her cigarette. "Hey, can we talk? I have a case." said Eddie, who was glared at by the woman in response. After a second, however, she returned to her previous activity. “It's about the guy who hangs around y/n.”

This time, without even looking at the metalworker, the employee extended her hand towards him, gesturing for him to give her the cash.

"I have 5 dollars on me," he took out a bill, which she took literally in less than a second and put it in her cleavage.

"He often comes for a Marlboro and they reheat the pizza, it's usually when your partner is there. They always talks eachother" She said, taking another puff of the cigarette

"I know that he's coming. Do you know what they're talking about?" The blonde once again made the payment gesture. The boy took out cash and gave the woman "I have $3 more."

"He hangs around and that I've heard him compliment twice, but y/n seems unfazed by it. You don't have to worry about it."

On the one hand, the metalhead breathed a sigh of relief after this statement because he knew that his partner was not going to leave him for someone else, but on the other hand, he lost $8 irretrievably because of this information. However, he didn't feel confident about the fact that his lover was surrounded by a other guy. For peace of mind, he decided to talk to you about it without any secondary conclusions."

"Thanks so much for the information."

"No problem. Now get out of here or you're disrupting my shift, shaggy."

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A day has passed since the conversation with your supervisor. Eddie was sitting on the bed in his room planning the next d&d campaign for next Friday since we had nothing to do until you got back from your noon shift. Just then, the boy heard the front door open and Uncle Wayne's voice announcing that "Eddie's in his room." The bedroom door opened, but the metal man didn't bother to look who came in because he knew full well it was you.

“Hi Eds,” you said, giving the boy a kiss on his full head of hair. After a while, you placed a few patches on the bed your boyfriend occupied, and the boy immediately looked at them out of curiosity.

"Thank you babe." He said, reaching for the first one on the bank, caressing it between his fingers. "Oh cool, Black Sabbath. Where are you from?"

"I got it from Harry, he said he didn't need it."

After that sentence, a confused Eddie fell silent and threw away the patch. The feeling of jealousy came to the fore again. He had to be sure now.

"Hey, what's going on?" You said, looking worriedly at your boyfriend as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Honey, will you be honest with me?"

"Always with you, Eds."

"Do…do you like Harry?" In response, he heard quite loud laughter, but not loud enough to wake up the neighbors around him. "Babe, I'm serious!"

You decided to keep a straight face and answer him with complete honesty "Eds, honey, for me he's just a friend with whom I talk when he comes over. In fact, he tries to flirt with me, but to no avail. Anyway, first of all, I told him that I have a boyfriend, and secondly, Harry isn't even my type, he looks like the lead singer of Judas Priest-"

"Good, now I have no chance at all with him!!!" The metal man shouted, cutting you off by dramatically slamming his weight onto the bed.

Watching with amusement, you decided to continue your statement, moving closer to Eddie, "Eds, I prefer guys with Van Halen looks…"

"There's still some Eddie Van Ha-" hanging around! He continued to dramatize until he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Ouh, baby, for what?"

"You're the guy with the Van Halen look, idiot!"

After Eddie analyzed the statement for a moment, the only thing he managed to choke out was a sound of understanding.

"Besides, even if Van Halen came in here, I wouldn't leave you for him, stupid," you said, giggling slightly, then brought your hands closer to Eddie's face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him. "I think you and Harry should get to know each other."

"You know, honey, this is actually a good idea." He replied, hugging you closer to him. “It's time to explain that you don't flirt with other people-ouh,” he stopped after you smacked him lightly on the forehead a second time, this time.

"No fighting in the store, Eds!"

"I know, I know," Eddie said, laughing, "Just kidding, sweetheart."

#thrashy post #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson my beloved

[basketballanonsblog]

I'm a little nervous to post this because this is the first time I've written for Tzuyu. I dedicate this to @dinoooo-w who requested a Tzuyu one-shot (I hope you like it). It's just fluff

Synopsis: What's the best way to confess to your crush ?

Paper Trails

Power forward.

That was your position on the school's basketball team, something you prided yourself on.

It also boosted your popularity amongst your peers but for the past few months, there was only one person whose attention you longed for.

Chou Tzuyu.

She transferred at the beginning of the semester, and the first time you saw her, was painfully memorable.

You dribbled the ball before passing it to your teammate. Swiftly, you ran closer to the hoop, but your attention was stolen by the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Walking to the bleachers had never looked so good.

A minute later, it hit you that you were still playing. Literally hit you. The impact from the basketball knocked you back to reality. You weren't too disoriented, but some gathered to check if you were alright; effectively blocking your view of the person who unknowingly had a role in this commotion. Not that you were mad or anything, just curious.

Since then, it was difficult not to notice her. She sat a few places in front of you in most of your classes, and her presence was so magnetic. You could listen to her talk for hours, even if it was about algebra.

It became a dilemma after a week of losing sleep over her. No one had made you this giddy before.

Class had finished, you were almost out the door when you heard your name.

"Y/n, you dropped your pen." You spun so fast, you swore you got whiplash.

"You know my name?!"

"It's hard to forget the name of the person who got hit with a basketball." Tzuyu said no more and walked away.

Her tone was so dry, you couldn't tell if she was teasing you or not. Either way, that was your first interaction.

-x-

"I don't know man, what if it doesn't work?"

One of your teammates, Jeongyeon, suggested leaving a written compliment in her locker.

"What's the harm? She won't know it's from you, so you can play it cool. Besides, the team has agreed that we're sick of seeing you pining." The joke made you feel a little better.

Right, here goes nothing.

You slipped the paper in and left.

-x-

This went on for a month, and now again, you'd notice when she read the little notes you left her.

One day, in a bold move, you decided to ask her about them.

"A little birdie told me that a secret admirer is leaving you love notes."

Her lips curled up minutely.

"Yeah, they're cute, but honestly, I'm uninterested and throw them away after reading them."

Your heart sunk.

"Oh."

"Yeah...anyway, I'll see in you class y/n."

-x-

You missed again.

"Y/n! What is up with you today? You haven't made a single shot this afternoon!"

"Sorry, coach, I'm just having an off day." 

He sighed but didn't berate you further. With a big game next week, he understood the pressure that comes with it.

"Damn, she really got under your skin, huh?"

"I don't know what I was thinking, she's way out of my league."

"That's true." You didn't regret throwing a basketball at her.

"You know, Jeongyeon, you should really be nice to your captain, or else you'll end up doing extra push-ups."

"Empty threats don't work on me, young one. Anyway, I think you should write one more hand it to her directly, so she knows."

-x-

For some reason, you took her advice again.

You managed to catch her after school. You trembled a bit when you approached her.

"Tzuyu." The words flew out your head when she smiled at you. "This is for you." You practically shoved the paper into her hand before running away.

She opened it, and her smile grew.

I like you, will you go out with me?

Tzuyu knew exactly how to give you her answer.

-x-

"Ten seconds on the clock! Will y/n be able to make the shot in time?"

You were just a bit too far from the hoop, but you took the risk.

9

8

7

6

There was silence as the ball glided through the air.

5

4

3

2

1

"And it's in! What a victory for the last game of the season!"

Your team tackled you in a hug and then lifted you in the air since you scored the winning shot. Amidst the celebration, you locked eyes with Tzuyu, who waved at you.

You met her outside once you had showered and changed.

It was her turn to give you a piece of paper.

Yes.

P.S. I never threw them away, I knew it was you leaving notes in my locker. Your handwriting is distinct.

You looked back up at Tzuyu, who held her gaze on the ground.

How can someone be this adorable?

"I'm meeting the team for some pizza to celebrate. Do you want to join me?"

She reached for your hand and grinned.

"It's a date."

#twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice fic #twice imagines #tzuyu imagines

[jaybleu25]

My Heart Hears You (Part 2)

Time: HS Years; Bros are in 9th, Bowser is in 10th. Setting: Peach's Castle. 1 A.M.

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Arriving to Peach's Castle, Luigi took a deep breath. He knew Toadsworth would likely be worried with how long Luigi had been out for. Waving hello to the Toad guards who were stationed outside, the guards opened the castle doors for him, letting him go inside. Upon walking in, carrying his backpack and trifold board, he immediately heard the steps of what he assumed to be a very angry, upset, or concerned Toadsworth. He ended up being the third. "Master Luigi, where have you been??" Toadsworth asked, full of concern. "Do you know what time it is??" "S-Sorry, Toadsworth," Luigi apologized. "The project...took longer than expected." Toadsworth made eye contact with the trifold board underneath Luigi's arm. "That took you 5 hours??" Toadsworth asked. "It wasn't just that," Luigi responded. "I had to write a whole essay too...and kept getting distracted by my partner." "Your partner?" Toadsworth asked. "Wasn't that Prince Bowser? What do you mean he distracted you?" "He...didn't seem all that interested in brine lakes," Luigi answered. 'Didn't seem all that interested' was putting it lightly. Bowser had quite literally gone to bed without saying anything to Luigi because he was so bored. Based on what Luigi was saying, Toadsworth could get a slight idea on what had happened. "Did you do everything again?" Toadsworth asked seriously. Toadsworth remembered a few times in the past where Luigi had to deal with group projects. Each time, whenever he'd check on Luigi (who usually worked on projects in the castle library), he'd almost always find Luigi doing it alone. In those situations, Toadsworth would usually offer to help if Luigi needed it. This time however, because Luigi had to leave the castle, he couldn't offer his help this time. "Ah, w-well..."

"You see..."

"The thing is--"

"Master Luigi," Toadsworth called out.

"...Y-Yeah," Luigi finally gave in. Toadsworth would sigh. "You need to try and stand up for yourself, son," said Toadsworth. "You can't keep letting people use you for their own benefit. They need to participate as well." "I know, I just..." Luigi would hesitate a little. He'd hold onto his trifold board even tighter. "...d-don't want people to get angry at me." Toadsworth could tell something was off, but he didn't want to question Luigi any further. It was very late, after all. Luigi needed to get rest. He had a project to present tomorrow at school. Toadsworth took a deep breath. "Well, you should head to bed," said Toadsworth. "That way you can be well-rested for your presentation tomorrow at school. Your brother's already asleep, so make sure to be quiet." "Okay...thanks, Toadsworth," Luigi said tiredly with a smile. Luigi then walked past Toadsworth, who looked visibly concerned. He had a bad feeling. Something was clearly going on with Luigi. Toadsworth decided he'd ask Luigi about it when he got home from school tomorrow. It would be the weekend afterwards, after all.

-To be continued...-

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341252448043008/my-heart-hears-you-part-1?source=share Part 1.5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341378314944512/my-heart-hears-you-part-15 Part 2: You're already here! Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746506353298767872/my-heart-hears-you-part-3 Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746920665451495424/my-heart-hears-you-part-4 Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746921486930034688/my-heart-hears-you-part-5 Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746923474412568576/my-heart-hears-you-part-6 Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746924406863020032/my-heart-hears-you-part-7 Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747120181983281152/my-heart-hears-you-part-8 Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121034850975744/my-heart-hears-you-part-9 Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121820844556288/my-heart-hears-you-part-10 Part 11 (END): https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747122379621269504/my-heart-hears-you-part-11

#mario #luigi #super mario bros #hs bros au #hs mario #hs luigi #jay au

[skzhocomments]

Careless Mistakes - Lee Know Oneshot Fanfic

Pairing: Minho (Lee Know of Stray Kids) x Violet (OC - story written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, romance, very explicit smut, angry sex, enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~7.6k

Warnings: extremely sexually graphic, anal, the traffic light system, swearing, slight bullying, angst, crying, character is poor and starving herself, mention of eating disorder, probably others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Minho or any other SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

Your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago, leaving behind your younger sister you decided to care and provide for no matter what. To be able to give her the same lifestyle she was used to, you had to take up another job. Minho had no way of knowing that. For him, you were just an annoying stylist that kept messing everything up, making careless mistakes. You got tired of his antics, hearing him swear at you over and over again, so you proposed the most logical illogical thing: fucking it out. After all, angry sex is the best way to cool off.

© all rights reserved by skzho (Tumblr) / storminsidemycore (Wattpad) / storminsidemycore (AO3)

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"I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking kill her!" Minho shouted annoyed as soon as he got backstage, trying to tug his shirt back into the damn belt.

"Come on, man, don't be like that." Jisung tried to comfort him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Just get over it."

"No! I told everyone countless of times I'm uncomfortable with my abdomen showing, what can't she fucking get? I swear, it's either intentional, or she's bad as fuck at her job and should be fired."

"Don't be so harsh on her, I'm sure she's doing her best. She's just new. She's been with us for what, 8 months?"

"She's doing her best, my ass. First, she gave me that tight ass necklace I had to rip off mid-dance because it was literally strangling me. Then she gave me those annoying boots with the impossible zipper, and I had to focus for half the performance to not continue barefoot. Then, the freaking sunglasses! Doesn't she know what choreographies we have? Unless she literally glues them on, they are bound to fly off my head! But that's nothing. Today she fucking topped it! If this is her best, then she should get the fuck out of this place, she's clearly not meant for it." He ripped off the earpiece, angrily.

"I understand you're annoyed, and I get you, but-" Jisung started, before getting interrupted again.

"Is Violet still here?" He asked a staff member, who pointed him towards the girl. He didn't hesitate to march over.

"Yo." He said shortly, annoyance in his tone.

"Hello, Minho. Great performance!" You smiled, complimenting him. "You danced really well and looked amazing on stage, as always. You're a great performer. You too, Jisung." You smiled at the boy following Minho sheepishly as well.

The antipathy Minho has been harbouring towards you for the past few weeks was unknown to you, so you didn't have any reason to believe that what he was going to say would actually be meant to hurt you. You just smiled as he started spitting venom at you.

"Yea, not thanks to you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you read one simple instruction?"

Of course, he had no way of knowing that you've been having a really harsh time lately, that you indeed couldn't focus on your job that well considering everything that happened, that your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago and that you've been running on 4 hours of sleep as you took care of your younger sister and got a second job to be able to offer her the same lifestyle she lived until now.

He couldn't have known.

"I'm sorry?" You replied, tilting your head, confusion written all over your face.

Minho chuckled mockingly. "You're sorry? Did you even get what you did wrong, or should I spell it out for you?"

"Uhm... please. If there is anything I did that upset you that much-" you hated how your voice quivered, but you hated him a little bit more for acting like this towards you. "The necklace this time wasn't tight... and I didn't give you any more boots with zippers, so..."

You watched over at Jisung who was moving his hands around pointing to his blouse frantically. "Was... was it the shirt?" You questioned, remembering that you read one time that one of the members absolutely hated having his abs exposed. You were sure it was Changbin, but you really couldn't remember. The past few weeks were extremely hazy.

"Bingo! Your head is not totally empty! Well done!" He exclaimed, clapping mockingly.

"Uhm... Okay, I will note that down again and-"

"How come I have to tell you what's wrong after every single performance? Are you that incapable of reading the previous stylist's notes, or noticing for yourself?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." You replied, feeling your eyes sting. Everything was getting to be too much. Plus, it's not like you messed up all the time. Sure, he could dislike an accessory every now and then, but you had to dress him basically everyday. He seemed to forget that 6 days out of 7, nothing was wrong with his outfit.

"Sorry this, sorry that. Instead of apologising you'd better do your job right, or even better, quit while you're at it."

Before you got the chance to say anything else, he turned around and left.

You tried your hardest to keep your composure. You couldn't cry yet, when the room was still buzzing with people.

"Don't mind him too much, he's just been stressed." Jisung started, but you just shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay. He's right. I will do better."

"He's kind of an asshole, isn't he?" Jisung whispered, making both of you chuckle. "Thanks for today. I really liked my outfit."

"Thank you, Jisung." You smiled.

"I'll get going, see you later?"

"Sure." You smiled, feeling a bit better. Jisung did have a way of turning any battleground into a children's park, apparently.

"Violet, girl! Wanna get lunch? We have almost 2 hours until the next shooting starts." One of your coworkers approached you cheerfully. "The other girls are also coming, so I was just thinking we could all eat together. There's a sushi place not far from here and it's delicious!"

Lunch.

Right.

When was the last time I ate? You wondered.

"Oh, sushi sounds great!" You chuckled in a friendly manner. "I have to get something sorted out first, though, so you can go first. I'll join you all if I manage to finish in time." You smiled at your coworker, who nodded.

"That's too bad! Well, we're keeping you a seat, so feel free to come whenever you're done!"

"Of course."

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Being alone in the empty room, you started rummaging through similar black shirts you could give Minho to change in.

Sure, he was right, but he didn't need to be such a jerk about it. You thought, reminding yourself of the unpleasant encounter. It felt so horrible having him shout at you and looking at you with so much hate.

You were in the wrong, sure. You knew you made a few careless mistakes. But he could've treated you a bit better, like you were a human being, not a punching machine for his verbal abuse.

Finally on your own, you let yourself sit down on the sofa in the corner of the room and cry, letting the tears fall down freely on your cheeks as you kept your head rolled back on the small cushions.

Suddenly, the door opened with force, and you jumped up in surprise, noticing Changbin walk in. You wiped your face as much as you could in the few seconds it took him to spot you, and you smiled at him.

"Sorry, just left my phone here. Didn't you go to lunch yet?" He asked, looking at you. If he noticed you've been crying, he didn't mention it.

"Oh, I just have to finish this quickly, then I'll eat something." You lied once again. You didn't need food, what you needed right now was to cut costs wherever possible to be able to afford your little sister's ballet classes.

You wished she didn't have such expensive passions, but as the oldest, it was your responsibility to take care of her and her interests when there wasn't anyone else to do it. Poor kid had it rough enough already. When your dad remarried and had a daughter with his new wife, she died giving birth to her, so she never even knew a mother figure.

You felt bad, so despite there being a 15-year age-gap between you and her, you tried to be there as much as possible.

"Oh, I see. Found it!" He exclaimed, grabbing his phone from the table.

"Have a nice lunch!" You exclaimed and waved at him, starting to sort through Lee Know's shirts again. You were so dizzy, it was getting hard to focus, but still, you somehow managed to stay awake and find more comfortable items that would fit him in the big pile of clothes brought by their sponsors, and then you sat back down on the sofa and took a small nap.

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"Done?" Felix laughed as Changbin returned to the table, victoriously showing off his recovered phone.

"Yes! I left it on the table. It's good that no one took it." He chuckled.

"Yea, no one would've noticed someone taking a phone that's not theirs, since that room is always full, right?" Hyunjin asked as he took a small bite of the sliced vegetables.

"Oh, it was quite empty this time, though." Changbin said with his mouth full. "Besides Violet."

"Yea? Why was she still there? I thought the team went to lunch at the sushi place. Didn't she go with them?" Chan asked, curious.

"I know it's not okay to comment on people's bodies or anything, but didn't you guys notice that she's lost a lot of weight and looks rather... frail?" Felix asked the group of boys, knowing full well how drained of energy he was when he used to starve himself.

"She almost passed out last week during shooting." Seungmin said matter-of-factly, making everyone look up at him. "What? Is there something on my face?" He wiped his cheeks.

"What do you mean she passed out?" Minho asked, watching Seungmin closely.

"I said almost. She was in the hallway when I went to the bathroom, and I just saw her lean on a wall, and her knees gave in for a bit, so she fell."

"And?!" Jisung asked, mouth open.

"She said she was just very tired and brushed me off, and since I had to come back to do that 8-man shoot, I didn't really stay and chat." Seungmin shrugged and munched on the rice bowl in front of him.

"I'm a bit worried for her..." Felix said, looking down.

"She did look a bit dejected... but I'm sure she'll be fine, right?" Changbin touched Felix' shoulder, as always admiring how empathetic he was towards others.

"Yea, I will... talk to her!" Felix decided, resolve in his voice.

"So, what did you think about..."

The boys continued talking for a while about the shooting, their new music video and the upcoming busy schedule.

"Anyways, I'm done eating, so I'm gonna head upstairs and rest for a bit until y'all come." Minho stood up after a while, and started leisurely making his way back to the dressing room, set on laying down on the sofa and closing his eyes for a few minutes.

When he put his hand on the handle, he heard your voice through the door, and despite knowing that he shouldn't, he stayed there and eavesdropped. You seemed to be talking on the phone, not too loud, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you, Mimi!"

You seemed excited.

"That's so great to hear! We have to celebrate this! I'll change my schedule to be free on Saturday, so let's eat some cake, what do you say?"

What would be so worth celebrating? And what schedule? As far as Minho knew, there wasn't anything planned for this weekend.

"Of course chocolate, what else, Mimi? Oh, I know, let's buy some meat and we can have a barbecue as well! We didn't have one in a while, did we?"

Barbecue AND a cake? Sounds like fun.

"Two new dresses? For the show?" You asked.

Minho raised a brow. He wasn't supposed to listen to other people's conversation. Should he just enter the room?

"300$ per dress?!" You exclaimed in horror. "Wow!"

He pressed the handle and opened the door, but you didn't notice him getting in, because you were crouched on the floor, as if you were in pain.

"No, Mimi, of course we're going to buy them. I'll figure it out, so don't you worry about anything! Look, my break is almost over, so I have to go. I will get home earlier today, at about 12 AM, but don't wait for me, and go to sleep instead, yea?"

Minho approached you slowly. What were you even going to do until 12 AM? And how is that early?

"You're such a strong girl! Love you too!" You said and ended the call, sighing. Your stomach was hurting, which made it difficult to stand up, and you were so dizzy. How were you going to work the next 10 hours?

"Violet?" Minho asked you, making you stand up way too quickly in horror. The dizziness got to your head, and you felt yourself almost fainting, your knees giving in. Before you fell, Minho caught you and he looked at you almost worried.

You knew better than to think he actually gave two shits about you. Your earlier conversation told you as much, anyway.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you come in." You said and moved away from his grasp.

"How was lunch?" He asked you.

"Good. Since you're here earlier, I found these clothes that you could-"

"What did you eat?"

"Huh?" You asked perplexed. Why did he care?

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Why?"

"Just curious." He shrugged.

"Rice and some vegetables." You lied with a smile. "What about you?"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where did you eat?" I didn't see you downstairs.

"Oh, I brought food from home." You replied, not missing a beat. It was getting so easy to blurt out this kind of lies.

"What are you celebrating this weekend?"

"Is this some sort of interrogatory?" You laughed. "Nothing that concerns you. Can you try those clothes now?"

"... Sure." Minho replied, grabbing the shirt and the new pants you gave him, heading towards the changing room.

Just then, your other coworkers entered the room.

"Violet! You didn't join us after all!"

"Sadly." You laughed. "I had to find some new clothes."

"Did you eat anything?"

"I did, I brought something from home. Thanks for always taking care of me." You smiled.

"By the way, your sister's recital should be one of these days, right?"

"Oh wow, you remembered!" You chuckled, noticing that Minho still hasn't left the room. You shooed him away, but he seemed to ignore you, and started participating in the conversation.

"What kind of recital?" He showed you a shit-eating grin, happy that he was going to hear what he wanted to hear, after all.

"Oh, her sister is a little ballet prodigy!" One of your coworkers complimented. "She's sooo talented! Best of luck to her!"

"Oh, it was actually today, and she just called me earlier telling me she got the main role!" You smiled, boasting. You were very proud of your little sister for accomplishing this, after your dad's accident. His death was harder on her than it was on you, but she was taking it like a champion.

"No way! She's gonna be Cinderella?! Congrats!" She hugged you.

"Wow, Cinderella!" Minho exclaimed as well. "That's so cute! I wanna see her too, when is her show?"

"I don't know, Minho, I just found out 15 minutes ago that she got the role. Will you go change?" You smiled fakely.

"But Violet, isn't it super expensive?" Your coworker frowned. "Keeping her in classes, and I bet her costumes are going to cost you a lot..."

"Oh, indeed."

"You got a second job, right?" Your coworker further inquired, and you started feeling uncomfortable.

"Yea, I did."

"Poor girl. First you lose your dad, then you have to work this hard at such a young age... Let us know if we can help with anything, hm?" Your coworkers smiled as if they were pitying you, and you hated this. You didn't notice Minho's gaze, nor did you care to look. You indulged in the pleasantries of your coworkers. It wasn't like they were actually going to help you in any way, so you didn't understand why they were pretending to want to be helpful.

Minho eventually left to change without saying anything else, and all the boys soon returned to the dressing room.

"Violet, can I have a word with you?" Felix approached you with a small smile, and both of you headed to the hallway.

"What's up?" You smiled back, noticing that he was fidgeting, looking perturbed.

"I don't want to... bother you with my questions, but..."

"Hey." You put your hand on his left shoulder. It's not like you were friends, but he must've had a reason to ask you to talk privately. "It's okay, you can ask me anything."

"I... uhm... used to do this really bad thing where I wouldn't eat for days trying to lose weight, and..."

"Oh." Now it made sense why Minho asked what you ate today. They talked about you.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not my place to say anything, but I just wanted to let you know that you are already beautiful as you are, and you don't need to lose any weight, but if you want to, you should do it in a healthy way... Changbin-hyung even offered to go to the gym together, if you want..."

"Lix." You smiled. "It's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." He looked at you sadly. "I know you haven't been eating. I've seen how tired you are, and I was the same way..."

You felt bad, because Felix clearly went through something and used to have an eating disorder, so this conversation was probably really difficult for him.

"No, you're right. I haven't been eating, but it has nothing to do with losing weight." You furrowed your brows, sadness taking over your expression.

"Then?"

"I just... uhm. This is awkward." You chuckled, not noticing Minho coming out of the changing room on the hallway. "Rent, and my sister's ballet classes are really expensive, and now she will need two dresses for her show, so... I'm cutting costs wherever I can. I'm doing fine with eating once every few days, so don't worry about it." You smiled sadly, noticing Felix's gaze drop.

"You don't have..." he started, just when Minho talked a few metres away from you.

"What are you guys doing?" He grinned. "Violet, these clothes feel way better, I wouldn't have had a screaming fit if you found these first!" Minho chuckled loudly. He didn't want to make it obvious that he's heard your talk with Felix.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Shall we head back, then?" You smiled, and opened the door to the dressing room.

~

~two days later~

No fucking way. Minho thought, fighting every urge to roll his eyes after his bracelet fell off and he had to toss it out of the way on the stage. How come all the other members you dressed didn't have any problems with their clothes or accessories?

Once again, he returned to the dressing room fuming, complaining loudly to Jisung about you.

"Yo, Violet!" He shouted, seeing you relax on the couch.

"Minho, great performance as always!" You smiled, in a fake manner this time.

"Shut up, can you take this off?" He gave you his left arm, and you looked confused at his wrist.

"Take what off? Where is the bracelet?" You furrowed your brows.

"On the fucking stage. After it fucking fell." He replied, annoyed.

"No way!" You exclaimed, waiting for another meltdown like last time.

Fuck, you didn't have energy for this.

Thankfully, Chan approached Minho to talk to him about something.

"He's taking it out too much on you." One of your coworkers commented, making you nod.

"Right?!" You pouted, making her laugh.

"Maybe he has a crush on you." Another coworker said, clearly joking.

"Yea, in what universe?" You joined her laughing. "He's just an angry asshole."

"But Violet, you know what they say, sometimes the best way to let off steam is to have angry sex."

"Oh my god!" You slapped her arm playfully. "Don't say shit like that! What if he hears?" You looked anxiously at Minho, who, despite not being too far, seemed caught up in a conversation with Chan.

Thank God he didn't hear this. It would've been embarrassing as hell.

"If he hears, he might take you up on the offer." She laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways," your other coworker stopped the madness. "Let's go eat. Are you coming, Violet?"

"Oh, no. I want to rest for a bit before the next job, so I'm gonna stay here and sleep."

"Want us to buy you something, then?"

"No, thank you, I have some food in my backpack, so don't worry!"

You saw Minho turn away to look at you briefly, before he exited the room.

Soon, all your coworkers left as well, so you were left in peace. You've been waiting for lunch break to start and for everyone to leave the room for about two hours now, so you can finally sleep for a bit on the couch.

It's been getting harder and harder to stay awake, since you had really low energy levels after not having eaten more than an apple for 4 days now.

~

"Violet." A voice woke you up, and you opened your eyes, confused by your surroundings.

Oh, this is the dressing room. You realised, pressing your hand on your forehead. Your whole head was hurting.

"You're finally awake. I've been trying to wake you for the past 10 minutes." Minho chuckled.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice groggy. "Is it already 2?"

"No, it's barely 12:30. I was in the mood for some peace and quiet, so I thought I'd get lunch here. I bought too much. Wanna eat together?"

"Hm?" You were now fully awake, and smelling the food made your stomach hurt even worse. You were so hungry.

"Come, let's eat." He dragged a table closer to the sofa and started opening up a few containers with fresh food from the cafeteria.

It smelled great.

Minho gave you some chopsticks and a spoon and placed a bottle of water in front of you.

"This is really good." You smiled, tasting the chicken soup. After examining all the contents on the table, you realised that he only brought foods good for the stomach: chicken soup, fish, rice, apricots.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You... heard me and Felix the other day, didn't you?" You asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Mhm." He hummed. "I did."

"Thank you... but you didn't have to."

"Yea, I know. Not for my dummy stylist who messes up my look everytime and annoys the shit out of me, anyway." He shrugged.

"Yah, don't be like that!" You frowned.

"It's the truth though." He shrugged again, before bursting out into laughing. He really seemed to enjoy messing with you.

"When is Cinderella's ballet show?" He asked, looking at the food, as if embarrassed.

"What?" You asked, being taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

"Your sister's-"

"In 3 months."

"You're not gonna miss it if you're coming with us to the US, right?" He asked you, concerned. "You're coming, right?" He quickly added, as if scared to hear a negative response.

"Of course I'm coming." You chuckled. There was no way in hell you would miss an opportunity to travel through the major cities in the US with all expenses paid, while you got three times your salary. "And no, the show is exactly one week after we return, so I won't miss anything."

"That's great. Can I come see her too?"

"Wh-what?" You choked on your food, grabbing the bottle on the table and taking a big gulp of water.

"I'm curious, and I haven't seen a ballet in ages."

"They're all children, Minho. They won't be professionals like you guys." You chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. Get me a ticket?"

"Pfft." You laughed again. "Okay. Sure."

"Let me pay for her dresses." He blurted out, quietly, and you weren't sure you heard him right. Surely he wasn't suggesting giving you money.

"What?" You smiled, not knowing what to think.

"They are pretty expensive for you, but they don't mean anything to me, and I'd like to buy them."

"Uhm. Why?"

"Just because."

"Because of what?" You questioned further, looking at him in confusion.

"Because I want to. What do you want me to say?" He asked, annoyed.

"I don't... no." You denied his request, turning away to the food. Minho didn't insist further.

Once you finished eating everything, you felt more energised than ever, so you thanked Minho genuinely and felt ready to conquer the world. Perhaps it wasn't going to be such a shitty day after all.

~

After that day, every time you would have a common schedule with Stray Kids, Minho would either get lunch with you, or force you into coming with him to the cafeteria and buying you lunch.

You got used to his presence and his witty remarks, but he still annoyed to shit out of you with his dislike for various garments or accessories you would give him.

Tonight was the third show in the US, and all of you were in the large venue, preparing the Kids backstage.

The concert was amazing, but as soon as Minho returned, annoyance was once again plastered all over his face. You were not in the main room, so he went to find you, and you were resting in a quiet place – the stairs of the hallway for the Staff. No one bothered to come here during the concert.

"Violet!" He groaned.

"What is it this time?" You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Why did he keep disturbing your quiet time after each concert?

"My cap fell off, and my earpiece got stuck in the fucking earring you gave me!" He shouted at you, and you stood up, facing him.

You had enough.

You went right in front of him, your chests almost touching, while you looked into his fiery eyes.

"You know what, Minho? You're whining so fucking much, I should be the one to say that you annoy the shit out of me."

"Oh yea?" He said, as if threatening you. "If you did your job right..."

"Look, no one else ever has any complains, so what is it with you? 'My ring is too big!'; 'The hair clip is scratching my head!'; 'My pants are too tight!'. Grow the fuck up!"

He seemed taken aback for a second, before smirking at you. You never showed this much resistance before, and he kinda liked it, although he preferred... more obedient girls.

He was sure you're gonna be the obedient type, though.

"You're truly the worst stylist I've ever seen." He challenged you, still sporting the dumb smirk.

"You know what, Minho? Maybe my coworker is right."

"About what?" Minho tilted his head.

You must be crazy.

But he was so close to you, and his perfume mixed with his natural scent after sweating on the stage was intoxicating. He was too close.

Violet, stop. You tried telling yourself, but when did you ever listen?

"We should fuck it out." You said plainly, glancing straight into his eyes.

"I'm not sure you want that, Violet. I'm not sure you can handle me taking all my anger out on you like that."

"Try me." You said again, confidence lacing your tone, as he pressed his body on yours and pinned you up against the wall, kissing you hungrily.

Your kiss was heated, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, but it was too risky. Any staff member could come in the hallway and see you.

"What is your room number?" Minho stepped away from you, lust visible in his eyes.

"42. Are you coming tonight?"

"No, baby." He chuckled. "I'm going to send you a present, and you're going to come to mine at exactly 11:30 PM, wearing it. Number's 143. Yea?" His hand was on your neck, fingers brushing your skin gently, as his eyes expectedly looked at you.

"Mhm." You nodded, already feeling excitement pool down in your stomach.

"Good girl." He kissed you again, before turning around and leaving you there all flustered. He just knew you were going to be the obedient type.

~

No way.

When you heard a small knock on your door at 10 PM, you weren't sure what to expect. Opening it, you saw one of the room service ladies holding two luxury black bags.

"Miss Violet? I have a delivery for you." She handed you the shopping bags hastily, then left.

The first bag contained a small box with a pair of Louboutin red bottom black high heels. You weren't sure how you were going to walk on them, but they were pretty, and considering the brand, expensive as heck.

Maybe you could sell them after tonight to pay for your sister's dresses, after all. You still haven't figured that one out yet. Perhaps you should've taken Minho up on the offer two months ago and let him buy them, since he was going to shower you with such gifts anyway.

You curiously opened the second bag and pulled out a lacy see-through black underwear set, and the sluttiest tight black dress one could find. Wearing it on your body, you took the time to admire yourself in the mirror. It was a strapless neckline, the dress being tight around the waist and supported by your hips, after which the dress would split on both sides of your thighs, dropping lower only about a palm's length.

You certainly never wore such a slutty dress, and the lacy three-piece underwear set – specifically the garters of the set – were totally visible under it.

You only had to go up a few floors, but would it be even remotely appropriate to wear something like this outside the room?

Fucking Minho. You cursed, thinking of what a shit eating smirk he must've had ordering these clothes. You didn't even want to think of tomorrow's walk of shame.

When the clock showed 11:25, you grabbed a black trench coat which you were glad to have brought with you to the US, unaware of the weather, and hugged it tightly around your body, not wanting to risk being seen like the 21st century biggest slut.

You made your way towards the elevator and pressed the 14th floor, then found the third room in the hallway, 143, and knocked.

Minho opened it eagerly, but frowned at the sight of you.

"What's with that?" he pointed to your trench coat, making you snicker.

"You didn't want me to walk through the whole hotel dressed like this, right?" You opened it up, showing him that you indeed wore what he bought for you. It was maybe the boldest thing you've done, but you were too far gone and way too horny to care anymore.

Minho was an ass, but he was attractive, and he had a good side to him as well, noting that he took care of your meals for the past two months. Why not have sex with him too while you're at it?

He stepped aside to let you walk in, and as soon as he closed the door, the trench coat flew off your body, and your back was glued to the door, as he started kissing you eagerly.

A few seconds in, you understood why he picked a strapless dress. Minho started kissing your jawline, then moved on to your exposed neck, sucking and biting your skin harshly. You moaned in pleasure, not giving a shit about how much he was marking you. You liked it.

Your tits were the next to become completely exposed, as he almost tore the dress taking it lower. He didn't even admire the lacy black underwear, he just took it off hastily, and you wondered why he bought it in the first place.

He kissed your chest down to your boobs and bit the sensitive skin on them, making you groan in pain. When you put your hands in his hair to signal him to slow down, he just grabbed them and slammed them tightly against the door, so you couldn't move.

Despite your small whines, he continued sucking on your right breast, his hand having fun with your left boob, fingers massaging and pinching your nipple.

Minho moved his hands on your hips, his mouth still attached to your right breast, as his fingers found the rim of your lacy panties. He took them off swiftly, disconnecting your bodies as he sat down on his knees in front of you.

He looked beautiful.

Without saying anything, he spun you around and spread your thighs apart, connecting his mouth to your pussy.

"Fuck." You moaned, feeling his tongue drawing stripes along your core and separating your folds as he was forcing the entry.

After a while, he moved his tongue up, and started eating out your butthole. You let out a gasp in surprise, as you truly weren't expecting that, and you felt embarrassed. You never did any butt play with anyone else, and you felt insecure, so you tried to turn around, but Minho had other plans, as he gripped your thighs tightly and slapped your left butt cheek powerfully, making you groan in pain once more. His fingers and the hit were sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

When he sensed that you wouldn't move anymore, his right hand moved from your thigh to your clit, and he started massaging it just as his tongue entered your hole.

You didn't know your ass could feel so good, and his fingers working on your clit at the same time brought a powerful orgasm out of you, your knees almost giving in.

You were already a mess, but the night was just beginning.

"Violet, let me tell you how we're gonna work tonight." He started, but you already barely heard him, still trying to recover and to keep your legs from shaking and giving in. Minho also seemed to notice, as he stood up and pressed his body on yours.

You felt his bulge against your ass, and you wondered how good his dick was going to feel deep inside of you.

"We're going to use the traffic light system. Are you familiar with that?" He whispered in your ear, and you shook your head.

"No, I don't think so."

"There are three colours. Green means 'I love it, you can keep going'. Yellow means 'I am a bit uncomfortable. Slow down, but keep going'. And red means 'Stop. I can't take it anymore'. If you use red, we're done. You can trust me to stop. Okay?"

"Yea. Got it." You nodded, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

"Promise me you're going to use red if it gets to be too much. Don't force yourself to please me."

"... I promise." You replied, and you were grateful he was so insistent in making you feel good, not just chasing his own pleasure as most men you had sex with until now would.

Minho didn't let you have any other time to recover from the orgasm. As soon as he heard the magic words promising him you're going to respect your own boundaries, he turned you once more with your back against the door, as he kissed away the hurried gasps that were still coming out of your mouth.

He gripped your dress tightly and took it off you, then grabbed your wrist and took you in front of the bed, grabbing your hair to make you kneel down in front of him.

You watched expectedly as he unbuckled his belt, taking out his dick. Once again, knowing exactly what he wanted, he didn't miss a beat in forcefully sliding his whole length down your throat.

You choked on it, but he didn't care, he just kept guiding your head to suck him off and used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You started tearing up involuntarily and felt your saliva coming out of your mouth and getting everywhere on you and on the floor each time he would take his dick out to let you breathe for air.

You were so wet, you desperately wanted to be touched again, even if you just came less than 5 minutes ago, so you moved your right hand to your clit and started playing with it. As soon as Minho noticed, he pushed his dick as far as it could go in your throat, and chuckled lowly.

"You're so selfish you wanna get off again?" He laughed at you mockingly, taking his member out again and grabbing your chin, raising your head up to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

He yanked you from the floor and threw you on the bed, starting to take off his clothes.

"Off." He pointed to your garters, the only piece of clothing left on your body, and you obediently followed his orders, remaining naked on the bed while you waited for him to come to you.

You noticed a scar on his abdomen, and you wondered if that was the reason why he was so mad when you gave him a shirt that went too far up, but he didn't leave you much time to think, as he made his way over you and pressed his body on yours, kissing your mouth while he slid in you with ease.

"You fit me so well." He complimented you, moving his mouth to your neck and leaving love bites everywhere he touched, but after a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you and made you turn around with your ass in the air, and he started fucking you doggystyle.

"Fucking hell." You moaned, as you felt his powerful thrusts. Was it dancer's stamina?

Minho spat on your asshole and started spreading his saliva around with his thumb, massaging the entrance. You felt exposed, but couldn't complain as he put his thumb inside, starting to stretch your walls.

"Colour?" He asked, slowing down his movements momentarily.

"Fuck, green." You moaned again, just wanting him to start moving again. His finger in your ass felt good, something that truly took you by surprise, as you never envisioned yourself putting anything up there.

Soon enough, Minho swapped the thumb with two of his fingers, moving them in and out of you as his dick grazed your G spot every time he moved his hips. The stretch was getting a bit uncomfortable, but you soon felt another orgasm creeping in, and started gasping for air as you let go of that knot in your stomach.

"Good girl." Minho whispered, taking his fingers out of you and pressing his thighs on the back of yours, pushing you down on the bed. He seemed to know your knees wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

He moved in and out of your pussy a bit slower while you recovered from your orgasm, and with a last thrust, he took his dick out and rested on top of you for a moment, kissing your shoulders and back, leaving marks everywhere.

When your breathing slowed down after a few seconds, he repositioned himself, this time at your other entrance. His dick started pressing into your ass, and you felt a painful sting that made you close your eyes tightly.

"Minho, it hurts." You whined, feeling him push in.

"I know, baby, can you take it?" He asked you lowly.

"It's... my first time... there." You whined again, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks.

He was hovering above you, and with his tip inside, he brought his face closer to you and whispered.

"Colour?"

"Ugh." You groaned in pain. "Y-yellow."

Hearing you, Minho started pushing into you deeper and bit your right shoulder strongly, making you cry out in pain. The distraction worked, however, as your brain didn't seem to register which was more painful. You sobbed, but he comforted you, whispering sweet words.

"It hurts!" You cried out.

"Shh. I know, I know it does. You can take it, baby. I know you can."

He moved his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs apart, allowing him better access.

"Oh God." You sobbed, feeling him bottom out into you.

He stayed still for a few moments before thrusting his hips back and forth, and you found that with each thrust, the feeling inside your ass was getting less and less unpleasant.

Minho brought his fingers and your clit and rubbed it quickly, as he was mercilessly fucking your asshole.

Being under him like this, with his dick in your ass and his fingers all over your pussy, you blacked out and let yourself experience a third orgasm that night, that was so powerful, you started squirting, something you've never done before. It was so good, it made you see stars. Your ass clenched around his dick, making Minho groan in pleasure.

"Such a slut for me." He grunted. "Do you like getting your ass fucked? Coming on my dick like that?"

You only whined in response, your mind no longer able to form any coherent words.

He continued fucking into you powerfully, before his own orgasm took over, and he cummed inside your ass and filled you up.

Minho plopped down next to you, putting your right leg on his hip as his fingers played with your ass, taking his cum out of it.

He spread it all over your pussy, and got it inside with his fingers as well, as he started fingering you. You rested your head on his shoulders, letting him have his way with your body, and you came for the fourth time that night, whining strongly.

Your body could no longer take it. Instead of letting you go through your orgasm slowly, Minho kept fucking you with his fingers, until you hugged his body tightly, putting your left hand steadily on his back and whispering a small "Red".

Minho stopped immediately, hugging you back.

"You did so well." He praised you. "I loved it so much, Violet."

You didn't have any energy left to reply to him, your body feeling weaker than ever.

You felt his weight disappear from next to you and a big blanket covering your body.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then run a bath for you. You should also pee, to prevent any UTIs, okay?"

You still didn't hear him, but missed his presence next to you.

You don't know when he picked you up, but you started to become a bit more conscious as he helped you sit on the toilet, and he left the bathroom so you can have your privacy.

You started peeing, feeling both your holes burning up.

Then, you stood up, your legs shaking under your weight, and hopped into the bathtub, letting it fill with you inside of it.

Minho knocked on the bathroom's door after a while.

"Violet, can I come in?" He asked gently, and you replied with a small "Yes", your voice hoarse.

Minho came inside and made his way closer to the bathtub, gently caressing your face.

"Can I wash you?" He asked, and you nodded.

He let the water start draining as he took shower gel into his hands and started spreading it on your arms and body. He washed his hands off the soap and brought his right one down, brushing his fingers on your swollen private parts.

You winced in pain and placed your hand on his, wanting to stop him from touching you any further.

"I'm not going to do anything, Violet. Don't worry. I just want to wash my release off you." He said gently, and you just nodded, trusting him and letting him take care of you.

When he was done washing you, he grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around you, as he took you in his arms and put you back on the bed. You took the towel off, wanting to be more comfortable, when you noticed the new sheets.

"Oh, the bed was a mess, so I called reception to have them come and change them." Minho clarified with a smile after seeing your confused expression, making sure you were comfortable under the covers and laying down next to you. He was thoughtful, and you were glad he did that, as the bed was filled to the rim with your release and his.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly, as Minho brushed his hand through your hair gently.

~

Minho woke up the next morning to a bang on his door. He quickly put on some pants and a shirt as he noticed you still sleeping soundly.

Opening the door, he saw Jisung.

"Man, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up!" He scolded his elder.

"That's okay. I'll order something later." Minho quickly brushed him off, wanting to do nothing more than to come back to bed next to you.

"Anyways, I think I left my Switch here, so I came to get it." He brushed past Minho, not understanding why he was pulling his arm to try and get him out of the room.

And then he saw you sleeping in his bed, naked under the sheets, and he went as red as a tomato. He literally ran out of the room.

"Oh my God, what the hell!"

"Quiet down or you're gonna wake her, idiot." Minho face palmed, finding it amusing how flustered Jisung became.

"What did you do to her?! She's all bruised up!" He exclaimed quietly.

"Nothing she didn't like, don't worry." Minho chuckled again. "Anyways, I'm gonna miss breakfast, and your Switch is not in my room, it's in Hyunjin's."

"Oh. Then-"

"Bye!" Minho waved before closing the door right in his friend's face, then returned to bed to see you still asleep. He was glad the commotion didn't wake you, as you seemed to really need to rest.

One hour or so later, you finally woke up, seeing Minho watching you stretch your limbs.

"Morning." He smiled.

"Hey." You replied, your voice even more hoarse than last night. He did a number on you, no joke.

"Slept well?"

"Mhm, I did."

"I'm glad, Violet. After last night, I'm no longer mad at you." He chuckled.

"Was that your hate fuck?" You smiled lazily, still trying to fully wake up.

"It was. Did you like it?"

"I did, but I don't think I can walk anywhere today..."

Your whole body hurt, and you were glad you had a day off before having to head to a new city for tomorrow's concert.

"Good that it's a free day."

"Mhm. Indeed."

"Do you want to see my love fuck next time?" Minho asked you, and you searched his eyes for any mockery. You were glad to see that you couldnt't find any.

"I do."

"Good. Let's go on a proper date, too." He said gently, petting your head lovingly.

"Okay." You smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it. "Minho?"

"Yes, Violet?"

"Can you buy those dresses after all?"

"For your sister? Of course, love."

"I got you a ticket as well." You smiled at his choice of nickname, feeling your heart swell up with a new feeling.

"Thank you. I can't wait to go together." Minho replied, coming to kiss your lips.

~THE END~

#stray kids smut #straykids #stray kids x reader #stray kids masterlist #lee know #changbin #chan #felix #hyunjin #han jisung #skz #skz smut #skz angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #minho #minho stray kids #stray kids minho #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x you #fanfiction #wattpad #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

You have a rainworld x undertale au? Do tell! Super interested!

Hmm i had a whole thing written and i took hours to write it and i was almost done telling you Frisk's life before they fell in my au but tumblr tumblred and deleted all of It 🥴 that's why it took me so long to answer this here lol i was mourning /j

Anyway i'll tell you a bit of it anyway. basically imagine the ancients were humans like two million years after our modern age. REMEMBER THIS. HUMANS = ANCIENTS. I WILL USE THESE WORDS INTERCHANGEABLY FROM THIS POINT. Everything happens as it usually would. The monsters get sealed (😔) time passed, Chara falls, except after they fall and That Entire Fiasco happens, the next humans to fall are spaced very far apart in time from each other. However, the Monsters don't know this because of Time Shenanigans. You know the drill. To them the normal amount of time between Frisk and Chara happens, and they think of humanity like us, not the ancients. The mountain is very conveniently placed in an area between different iterators, so it doesn't rain much there, by Rain world's standards. It does get all the other 'the earth is sinking' issues, but seeing as they quite literally live under a rock the Monsters still don't know this either. So now that ive finished making sure you know how for the monsters everything seems mostly the same except for the occasional odd item in the waterfall dump, let's move on to the ancients :)

They're still a whole hot mess, except they're humans. The whole legend about mount ebbot is forgotten, including what happened with Chara and Asriel, except maybe by the most avid mythology and history nerds. Again everything happens as it would, void fluid is discovered, religion religions everything, the iterators are built, the ancients ascend. Except not all of them want to ascend, and not all of them agreed with the iterator project ;)

I remember a pearl saying something about how some ancients decided to live on the surface despite the worsening conditions. I assumed they meant outside of the retaining wall. Now what if there was a movement about it? All those who disagreed with the iterator project AND all those who disagreed with the current way religious folks ran everything and promoted suffering in order to ascend decided they they were going to leave the iterator grounds when the Mass Ascension was announced. However they didn't come back once It was dome, because a big part of those who left disapproved of the iterators. Since they and the rest of the crowd couldn't afford to split up (they would likely die) and a lot of iterators already resented them for leaving like that and from the sparse communication they still kept, apparently would no longer host them they just decided to all stick together (not the entire population; think tribes and clans) and not go back to any of the iterators, be they willing or not. So they stayed out of the retaining grounds, as wandering tribes. The iterators see this and decide that anyone who helps an ancient will be labeled a traitor, since they (the ancients) wouldn't help them. (These decisions are made over a long period, not immediatly after the Mass Ascension). Of course there are many exceptions and many who disagree, but they mostly keep it a secret to avoid being ostracized.

Over time the ancients forget much of what brought them to live on the surface rather than above the clouds, and it all becomes stories told around the fire, with all the expected distortions of reality. Iterators basically become boogeymen lmao. Except they're very real, and in most tribes people are told to ignore the overseers lest they get taken away or cursed or modified or whatever.

Years and years pass and the whole Five Pebbles Fiasco also happens, Moon collapses (😔) and so on. Now we are paste Monk's time, but before the Rivulet is even born. So pebbsi is Not Doing So Hot but he also retains most of his processes.

Here comes a little child, like 8 years old or so in a tribe a few days' walk away from the outer expanse. They're very curious, always asking questions like 'why are the iterators evil' and 'why are we walking among ruins of cities' and 'what do mean we abandoned society for living in the cycle' and other such questions that aren't very easily answered. They're not very liked amongst the adults. This is also one of the tribes that clung to ascension religion the most (😔) so there's a lot of pressure to not let the natural urges happen without explanation as to why they have to do that. Which Frisk also asks questions about and is promptly told to just Do It and don't ask questions about it. They're a very adventurous child as well, and nobody really keeps much of an eye on them, so they often run off into the wild and come back days later if not found. The only reason they survive is often a scavenger or wandering slugcat (family) found them, went 'voids below that is a CHILD' and helped them not die until they were found or made it back. (Btw they all trade in this. Scavs🤝Slugcats🤝Humans. There is a bit of a feeling of superiority going on from scavs to slugcats and from humans to both scavs and slugcats, but if it came down to it you know none of them would take any shit from any other species. Relations are normal game relations between scavs and slugcats and read the above for humans with everything else, obviously sprinkled with a lot of wariness because oH nO ThEyRe WiLd aNiMaLs We CaNt TrUsT tHeM bLiNdlY. Only the second part of that sentence is completely true (that's just how things work in the wild i guess))

One funny day the tribe has decided to leave the place they're staying in because there's not enough resources to go around anymore. They're departing in a few days. Frisk does not know this and goes on one of their little adventure trips. By the time they come back the tribe is gone. (No one realized they weren't there, or they just didn't care. But either way they're alone now.)

They spend a few days waiting around, hoping someone comes back for them. They're good enough at foraging and hunting small animals (think baby centipedes, batflies) and making small fires that they do pretty well on their own for the time being. (This may sound unreasonable for an 8 year old, but keep in mind this is all they've been taught since birth, considering the nature of the settlements they've lived). When this doesn't work, they try to go looking for their tribe. They are unsuccessful, but they keep trying. For months. (What they don't know is, their clan went the way opposite of the outer expanse, while they went towards it. Although in circles, because they didn't know which way to go. That's why they take so long to get there.) One blessed evening, they find themselves in this lush and warm place (it's warmer as you get closer to the iterators). As they look for somewhere to stay the night they find a huge tree and oH THERES THANGS IN HERE.

The Thangs are Survivor and Monk, Who look at the very malnourished and very human child in front of them and think about it for exactly half a second before deciding to help them to the best of their ability. Frisk, who despite their skill, is still a child in the middle of a hostile wasteland, all but collapses at the promise of safety, even if they don't know yet what Surv and Monk are thinking. They just know slugcats are safe.

Aaand that's all for now! I have. A LOT more to tell before they finally fall in the underground but i aint rewriting all 'at

Extra trivia time!

Frisk isn't their name (yet) here. They have one of those excessively complicated ancient names here, but i haven't quite decided on it yet.

The atmosphere is extremely different from today's atmosphere. Humans didn't really evolve alongside it, so they have to wear masks that process the air for them in order to be able to breathe, under the ornamental masks, or incorporated within them. People are mostly able to scavenge or trade for the materials needed to make and repair them. Those who make masks are like the most important people in a clan, second to those who lead it.

Speaking of, the ornamental masks are still here! Although not as flashy as any you would have seen before the Mass ascension. They're also obviously not made from gold. Or metal usually either. Most are made of wood or bone from the animals they hunt. Occasionally people will have them made of metal, but that's for those leaders who are full of themselves. People will also make the mask prettier by hanging broken or otherwise useless pearls on them, or pretty rocks, plants, painting them, etc. They can be separated from the breathing part of the mask, and often are when hunting or foraging for example, unless they have an intimidation factor. Frisk has a carved and painted vulture mask to go with their breathing mask.

Frisk's breathing mask has been needing new filters for a while. You may understand where we would need to go to change and repair them in the absence of humans. ;)

Frisk is pretty good with spears and knives and weapons for a child. They don't do much damage though, think Gourmand when tired, but they can still lodge spears into walls if they try hard. Their time with slugcats and scavengers in the outer expanse will help them get even better and learn 💥movement tech💥. Or as much of it as they can since their weight center and strength is pretty different from a slugcat's.

When Frisk falls, they are absolutely gobsmacked, bamboozled, flabbergasted, astounded and astonished to see a house that isn't in ruins. They are even more flabbergasted to see a society that is full of stable, warm houses that don't move. They are even more surprised at regular house appliances. The discovery of yet another intelligent species doesn't surprise them as much as it should compared to all this. (Toriel is very worried about their wonder at normal everyday things)

The Mark of Communication allows those who have it to understand every language, but not speak it. Frisk is very quiet in their first few weeks in the underground, while they absorb the vocabulary (Toriel is also worried about this, but less since she has met kids who didn't like to speak before). The Monk and the Survivor can understand Frisk regardless of the language they speak thankfully so they don't have as many problems there even before they could speak fluent slugspeak. Or scavspeak. (Yes they are mostly sign based languages 😌)

Don't ask me how the cycle works in this au pretty please 🥰 all i know for now is Monsters are still bound to it, but in a different way to everything else in the world.

Frisk can speak, but often would rather sign. This won't come up much in the story though, it was mostly only bothering them when they were around other humans. Yes they are autistic no humans do not know what autism is.

Undyne will be Thrilled™ to see their skill in evading and fighting. Especially since they already have a spear. ("Finally a worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!" But the opponent is still a very pacifist child. [I'll explain how this happens in another post. Hopefully.])

When i say the ancients are humans i don't mean like us. They're still very much looking like the murals, at least before the Mass ascension. ...Well mostly the wealthy, but the human genetic code has been altered to hell and back so the poor didn't look too different anyway. While lot of it doesn't show after generations of not-human traits not being activated and reactivated and added, Frisk does have features that aren't quite normal for today's human beings. For example, their skin is adapted to the weather, they retain warmth easily, and they can see better in the dark than we do. There's also cosmetic oddities, but i haven't decided on those. There's more traits that are in their DNA that could be activated, but there is no way or reason to in their current situation.

Frisk is no longer eight by the time they fall. They are nine or ten, but if they're nine they're on the older side of it.

I think that's all. If anyone who sees this has any questions, about Rain World or about undertale or about this crossover in particular, feel free to ask in the comments or with a reblog or an ask! I would love to talk about this but i am terribly undermotivated. I have so many ideas and so little patience to say them........

Lastly:

#rain world #rainworld #rw survivor #rw monk #ut frisk #frisk undertale #ut undyne #undyne #ut toriel #toriel #undertale #crossover #idk i think this is finished #finally...i am free

[aghostshipontheblue]

I need a reality check from literally anyone to see if I'm right to be mad about something.

We ordered a new TV unit for my grandparents via B&Q, free delivery because the item was over £150. This week I've been arranging a delivery date and time for them and it was agreed for today, this morning.

At 8:30am I got a call asking for my address and post code, I was asked if it was a flat and what floor they were on. When I said fourth the caller immediately told me they would only deliver to the second floor because of health and safety, I explained my grandfather was 86 years old but they were adamant so despite it being annoying I told my grandparents to ask their neighbour to help them lift it the last two floors. (I'm 40 minutes away by car, an hour by bus so I wouldn't have gotten to them in time!)

At 9am-ish I got another call, this time to tell me they were next to the big church and couldn't find my grandparents flat. I explained they should take a left into a large carpark and the flats have numbers on the front of them, he said they were in the carpark but didn't know how to get into the flat...I told him the door was unlocked, he literally had to just go inside. After a little more of him humming and hawing he asks if my grandfather can meet him, I repeat he just needs to go through the door but he doubles down.

I told him he still had to take the unit to at least the second floor but I would call and ask my grandfather who agreed to go down and meet him in the street.

Fifteen or so minutes later my nana calls and says the man brought the unit all the way up to the fourth floor for them and had sat the boxes in the living room, I was obviously very pleased and relieved that the delivery guy saw how frail my grandfather is and decided to do something really kind and out of his way for them!

THEN she tells me this delivery guy took money from them in order to make the delivery for him, a free delivery that says "to a room of your choice" has now ended with my grandfather giving him money.

I don't know if I should be mad or not? Because the guy did take the unit all the way up, and my grandad says he didn't give him a lot of money but like the principal of it? He made my grandad come down from the fourth floor, originally he said for health and safety reasons they couldn't deliver to their floor but now for some cash it's okay? How many other older folk are they doing this to? I don't know, I'm mad but glad my grandad didn't have to carry the boxes up himself because he would never have gone to get their neighbour he's that kind of man.

#please help #should I put a complaint in???

[fizzingwizard]

life stuff

I did so many dumb things yesterday. Can't even remember them all now, but for one, I went to the wrong floor when I got home and even tried the key before I realized. I also went to a sushi place where you have color-coded plates, and I took a plate that wasn't my color. I have been going there for years and I've never not once done that before. Also at work I was just a basketcase who couldn't commit to anything.

Then today I made oatmeal, but apparently never turned the kettle on?? So I just poured ice cold water on my oats and uh yeah not appetizing. I just decided to starve until dinner 9_9

I'm a little perplexed by so many senior moments, but I think it just means I'm a lot more tired than I realized. It was a tough week. Many teachers were out sick. Including a teacher who quit for (highly legitimate) personal reasons just last week, we were missing four to five teachers nearly every day. We didn't have one day with a full staff. It's also conference season so I had a ton going on, and my kids were unusually difficult. I think it's a combo of them all being sick but not sick enough to stay home, and my challenging students just having some extra challenges, and everything happening at the same time. I've also been under the weather in a weird nebulous way: various symptoms, overall fatigue, no fever, but lasting weeks and weeks. Can't call out for it as much as I want to. Wednesday was alright but every other day was like wow, welcome to hell. Though I shouldn't say that because hell would be a kid getting hurt. No injuries, no disasters, just a very tired and frustrated teacher.

Because of all the teacher absences, those of us who were here every day got slapped with a lot more on-duty time and just stints of break here and there. We couldn't even get what's in our contracts a couple days, which always pisses me off because I'm literally not getting paid for one hour that I'm at work. And the company doesn't want us to do overtime of course bc they have to pay us for it. (They are known for "forgetting" to account for overtime hours as well so everyone double checks their paychecks). Yet we've been understaffed all year, so in order to not pay for overtime, they just send teachers from another nearby school to ours to help. One of my coworkers always insists on apologizing to them. I'm not apologizing. I didn't do it. Let the company apologize. I'll thank the other school for helping (not that they have a choice) but tbh it'd be better if they said it was impossible, then the company might actually hire a full time teacher. Oh btw last year when several of us were helping the other school when their teacher left on paternity leave for the rest of the year, no one thanked us. In face they mostly just forgot about us and looked surprised every time we turned up (biweekly! for months!) to do the job they told us they needed us to do

Anyway I told the manager that as much as I understand why break/prep time is limited when there are many teacher absences, it looked as though time had been redistributed without any thought about equality. Wed's hours were a mess, but I let it slide because I thought I could fix it to be okay for Friday. Well, someone else was out on Fri, and the time was redistributed again and I had less for the whole week than everyone else. Now there are a few factors: some teachers work longer hours than others but make "the same" pay (I put it in quotes because some of the contracts are a little different and I don't know the details, but it's roughly similar anyway). A teacher who is at the school for 7 hours has gets the same off-duty time as ones who are there for 8 or 9. But if it's okay to give more off-duty time to 9 hr teachers than 7 hr ones, that's never been expressed. And because 7 hr teachers go home before the least staffed period of the day, it's the 8 hr teacher who end up with less off-duty time because there are fewer opportunities to take it. The ones that come earlier than 4 pm have to go to the 7 hr teacher first. The ones that come after 5 pm are only available to the 9hr (which sucks for them because who wants to not have a break till after 5? they do usually get some break earlier as well but it's shorter).

Overall the distribution is unfair and dumb even when it's done according to the books. We used to have a couple leaders who would point out when things were too tight or not fair to whoever, but they both quit in the mass exodus of last year. I thought I could point it out and the manager would say "oh sorry, I'll keep an eye on that for the future." I didn't expect my schedule to be changed, just that promise. Instead the manager first said it was fine that I had less off-duty time than everyone else because I had conferences (??? our contracts don't change when there are conferences - or do they? lol well if they do it was never a problem any other year before now...). So I was like not really, and she proceeded to give me a bit of someone else's prep, the teacher who had the most for the week, only I found out later that that teacher wasn't feeling well that day. She may have been given the extra time due to her condition, and because I brought it up, she lost it. But I had no idea she wasn't feeling well. When I found out, I tried to trade with her, but she refused every time. It's just 15 min we're talking about. What does it say to you when teachers feel guilty all day long for having 15 min of prep time that could have been someone else's? fuck everything

Also only found out later that another coworker spent all of her prep time onboarding a new teacher. New teacher, hurrah, whatever, it's fucking January already but sure. Well, that coworker could have used a little extra off-duty time as well. But nobody bothers to tell Fizz. I would have happily traded off-duty time with her as well but I'm not pyschic my dude. I'm just not.

While I'm complaining let me sandwich in another annoyance. The other class decided they wanted to do a certain project. They began work on the project, but then got told by the manager that they had to include my class, because what they were doing was big enough to be unfair if only one class got to participate. Since they had already begun work, it was taken for granted that my class would just be doing the project as well now. No one asked if that was alright with me. No one asked if I wanted to edit or add anything. Actually, no one even TOLD ME WHAT WE WERE DOING. The other class teacher told my co-teacher the project was happening, but not the details. I waited two weeks, nothing, so finally I had to go ask them what the heck this was about, and they then told ME what to do. Absolutely no interest in what I might think about it at all. They decided, so I just have to do it. I could argue, of course! But like every time I have the audacity to disagree with Things That Someone Has Decided, I'd just be seen as making trouble for no reason. The project is good for the kids, so it's not easy to be against it. And I'm not against it. But I do feel disrespected. Like did it occur to no one that I, also a classroom teacher, might already have my own project in mind for my class??? If this had happened in reverse, then as soon as I knew my project was going to be expected of another class as well, I would have gone and talked to that class's teachers. I would have asked for their input and changes and I would have been fully prepared, no matter how unlikely it was, for the possibility that they just wouldn't want to do it at all. Because it's their class and i don't make decisions about their class. "But it's a cute project for little kids" blah blah everything we do is a cute project for little kids. IT'S STILL WORK FOR TEACHERS. Kill me for preferring the projects I chose and put effort into instead of projects someone else picked out without even asking my opinion. And I'm still doing it! I haven't made a scene! But was it really too much to expect at least "sorry about this" or "do you want to change anything"?? I really saw red for a while.

I'm fed up with my job in a lot of ways and I want to switch. But I don't know where to go. Finding somewhere new will mean starting over from base salary which is even lower than what I make now. The more tiring and demanding the work becomes, the less the pay makes it feel worth it. No one becomes a pre-k teacher to get rich. We like little kids. But there sure are a lot of expectations of teacher's the schools are basically throwing peanuts at. The perk, yeah, is the time off. But since it's only during cold months I never really do anything with it. It was nice to go home over the holidays, but I couldn't afford to do it every year whether I had the time off or not lol.

I honestly don't know what to do right now and it's making me extra anxious. Just hoping something will fall into my lap hahaha great strategy there. Glassdoor sends me useless spam every day :) Even got one saying I'd be a "perfect fit" to teach Christian ed to the kids of a traveling circus x'D

#fizz's life

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

At The Cliff's Edge [18+]

Marc Spector x GN Reader

Rated Explicit 'cause they fuck, oral (m receiving), sexy use of cuffs, orgasm denial, slight peppering of daddy kink, anal sex, sub!marc because why not >:) , NOT BETA READ i wrote this at 2 am and finished it at 8 am so ...

Word Count: 2171

it's a long one lads, i got carried away and ended up not sleeping to write this. also i've literally never done a [Y/N] fic this was weird to write lmaoo. i don't think this is all that good tbh, idk, u tell me

[gif sorta unrelated but the thought of marc spector on his knees looking up at you with those eyes of his oh im-]

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Marc couldn't tell how long it had been since they started. For all he knew, it could've only been a few minutes that passed since his partner decided to cuff his wrists to the bedpost and have their way with him.

It took him some effort but eventually, Marc lifted his head from where it had rolled onto his stretched-out arms to look at [Y/N], who had situated themselves between his thighs and was watching his leaking red cock with a teasing smile. They lifted a hand to slowly trace their index finger along the throbbing vein on his dick, while the other remained fisting the base tightly, causing Marc to whine and thrust his hips upwards for more, for some sort of relief.

"Oh, poor thing. Do you want to cum baby?" They chuckled softly, scratching their nails along Marc's inner thighs as his cock twitched. He wanted so badly to cum, he needed more, but his lover had ensured that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"I want to draw this out for as long as I can sweetheart. I'm going to keep you on the edge until you're crying until you're begging for my cock, and after that, all you'll do is keep cumming for me. Isn't that right, baby?"

That's what they'd said earlier. Was it an hour ago? It feels like it was an hour ago.

Marc grit his teeth as he felt their hands moving over his cock, one fisting him slowly, fingers wrapped around him just a little tight, while the other teased his head.

"I need you to tell me when you're close yeah?" they whispered, their warm breath washing over his cock, making him shiver. Marc watched as they licked their lips and smiled at him, seemingly waiting for something.

"Marc? Did you hear what I said honey? I need you to tell me when you're close. Can you do that?"

"Yes," he whispered, his hips rising up on their own accord, trying to get those hands back on his cock, or any part of his body really.

"Good."

Honestly, Marc should've seen it coming, but he was so keyed up that he hadn't anticipated what happened in the next few seconds, because suddenly, there was a warm, wet mouth around his cockhead, sucking it with a ferocity that made Marc scream and throw his head back against the pillow.

He was aware that he was saying something, he couldn't tell what, but all he was aware of in that moment was the mouth around his cock (which was now sucking him in further down their throat) as he thrashed against his restraints. His thighs were shaking, and he tensed his muscles as he tried to fight the oncoming orgasm.

"M'close, please, please I need to cum, please let me cum-"

And just like that, he was back on the edge, his hips being pressed down against the bed by an arm while a cockring (he didn't even know where that came from) was being slipped onto his cock, effectively keeping his orgasm at bay.

Marc was vaguely aware of the tears that had fallen down the sides of his face and into his hairline, and he could hear the whines and sobs that escaped his mouth. There might have been a part of him that was embarrassed at the way he was twisting in the sheets, arching his back as he thrust his hips against the air as he cried for relief, but all he could think about was the pressure low in his belly and his throbbing cock.

"Daddy," he whined, trying to move his hands against the cuffs, feeling the cold metal dig into his warm skin. "Please, please I need you."

Marc's eyes had closed shut at some point but they fluttered open when he felt a hand caress his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that had formed. He sighed as he looked into his [Y/N]'s attentive eyes and leaned his head against their hand, turning to mouth against their palm before slowly pulling a thumb into his mouth, sucking it while looking up with pleading eyes.

Slowly, they pulled their thumb away from Marc's mouth before unlocking the cuffs. Marc knew what was expected of him, so he stayed still, even after the cuffs were completely off. He felt lips on his left wrist, and then his right, before his arms were being pulled back down to rest beside him.

"I love you Marc. I love you so much," they said with a soft smile as they pushed his hair away from his eyes.

"I-I love you too..."

They chuckled, biting their bottom lip in a way that made Marc's toes curl. "Remember that, yeah? 'Cause we're not done baby boy."

Suddenly, Marc's legs were being lifted and bent at the knees, and he was told to hold them up, exposing his ass. He heard the familiar click of the bottle of lube being opened and his thighs began shaking again as he prepared himself for what was coming next.

There was something about watching his partner knelt between his bent legs, one arm bracing them while the other moved slowly to his hole, tracing circles around his puckered rim that made Marc's whole body shake. The lube was still a little cold and it made him flinch when he felt their fingers dip a little into him, before going back to tracing him hole, trying to soothe him into relaxing.

Marc was fully panting now, whining with a combination of [Y/N]'s name and 'daddy' rolling off his tongue. His cock was leaking precum onto his stomach despite the tight cockring. He felt a finger move into him, slowly but surely, up to the second knuckle, deep but not deep enough.

That one finger moved in and out, slowly, until Marc was begging for another finger, for their cock, anything.

A soft kiss against his calf, before another finger joined the first, and this time they moved faster, pressing against his inner walls while the thumb outside massaged the spot just under his balls, making him seize up and fist the sheets in his hands.

"Please, please, fuck me- I need you to fuck me please-" Marc sobbed, thrusting back against the fingers that were now deep inside him. He'd loosened up quite a bit, and he turned his head to eye the strap-on that had been haphazardly thrown onto the bed beside him before they'd started this whole thing. It was big, long, but not too thick, and he clenched around the fingers inside him in anticipation.

"Wait, you'll get what you need in a bit, alright?" they said, eyeing his hole intently as they kept fingering him, switching between shallow and deep thrusts, while scissoring their fingers apart occasionally. On one particular thrust, their fingers brush against a bundle of nerves that has Marc keening and arching his back, moaning weakly as he's denied yet another orgasm. He doesn't know how long it's been still, and his cock is still leaking, twitching where it lays curved against his stomach, and he has half the mind to start yelling and cursing, but he knows that will only make it worse, because [Y/N] might just decide to draw this out even longer, and that's the last thing he wants. As much as he loves this, this thin line between pain and pleasure that he's teetering on, he can't wait to have his lover finally fuck him.

And it looked like he didn't have to wait longer, because [Y/N] was pulling their fingers out of him, before carefully pulling on the strap-on, adjusting the harness until they were satisfied with how it stayed, before crawling up Marc's body, pressing their chests together and grinding the dildo against his hip. Lips pressed against his in a soft kiss, which quickly turned harsh as teeth bit into his bottom lip, making him gasp slightly, prompting their tongues to swirl sensually against each other. Marc could taste himself, and it made him heady with want.

"You ready baby? Ready for daddy's cock?"

All Marc could do was whine in response, as he watched them lean back and grab hold of his legs to situate them around their hips. Quick fingers made a grab for the discarded bottle of lube, before Marc made quick work of lubing up the dildo with one hand while tracing the edge of the harness, watching goosebumps erupt on his lover's skin as his fingers drifted over the exposed skin of their hip.

"I'm ready-" Marc began to say and before he could get all the words out, the dildo was pushing against his rim, slipping and catching against it because of all the lube. It took a couple of tries but the dildo finally pushed into Marc, and he let out a loud moan, pressing his thighs against their hips. There was no real finesse to any of it after that. Both of them were worked up from the long foreplay, and neither of them was in the mood to draw this out any longer, so Marc urged his partner to fuck him hard and deep by pulling their hips closer.

The pace was harsh, as [Y/N] leaned over him, pushing his knees against his chest as they fucked him. Every thrust had Marc gasping and gripping the sheets until eventually he was grabbing onto [Y/N]'s shoulders and pulling them close, mouthing at their neck, biting and licking bruises onto their skin.

Nails dug into hips as [Y/N] continued to thrust into him, managing to find his prostate and grinding right against it over and over again. They were both panting, foreheads pressed close, when [Y/N] moved one of their hands towards Marc's cock, which was red and ruddy, leaking a continuous stream of precum that had smeared against their stomachs by that point. They wrapped their fingers against his cock, pressing their thumb slightly against the head and massaging it, making Marc buck up against their hand which only made [Y/N] slip deeper into him.

"Please, please- I need to cum, please-"

"Shh, I know, I know. I've got you, baby," they whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before carefully pulling the cockring off. This only prompted Marc to continue begging for release, hips grinding harder against the dildo in his ass.

If it weren’t for the firm grip [Y/N] had on his cock, he might have cum on the spot.

Marc bit out a curse. "Oh, I hate you- "

"Tch tch, told you what you were in for, didn't I?" [Y/N] laughed, before whispering, "do you want to stop?

"No, no, keep going. Please."

[Y/N] hummed, pulling their hand away from Marc's cock, and sat up to watch the way Marc's hole clenched against the unmoving dildo. They pulled almost all the way out, thumb tracing Marc's stretched rim.

Eventually, they looked up to find Marc watching them. The sight of him was really something to behold. His lips were swollen from just how much [Y/N] had bitten them, his skin was flushed red, and there were bruises and bite marks all over his neck and shoulders that [Y/N] doesn't even remember leaving on his skin.

"[Y/N]...please...," Marc's bottom lip quivered. It took him every bit of self-control to keep his hands from reaching down and jerking himself off, but he'd come this far. He could only hope that [Y/N] would take pity on him soon.

They smiled, before winking at him and thrusting into him hard, and something about it just set him off, because suddenly Marc's body convulsed and his cock was pulsing as he came all over himself, his cum shooting up so far it hit his chin. [Y/N] gaped at him with slight amusement as Marc's cock continued releasing ropes of cum against his stomach and chest all while he whimpered and keened.

(Marc would later insist that what set him off wasn't the sight of a confident and sexy [Y/N] looking down at him and winking with that smile. It totally was though.)

They slowly pulled all the way out, rubbing their thumbs soothingly along Marc's hips when he winced.

Marc stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as he came down from the intensity of his prolonged orgasm, his eyes following [Y/N] as they walked towards the bathroom. He heard the water running for a bit before he heard them walk back to the bed and felt the mattress dip under their weight as they crawled towards him and oh-so-gently wiped him down, starting with his chest and stomach, before slowly coaxing him to lift his legs and wipe his sensitive hole.

"Shower now or later?" [Y/N] asked, leaning over Marc on one elbow as they slowly brushed his curls away from his eyes.

"Later."

"Alright," they said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "How do you feel?"

Marc sighed contentedly. "I feel fucking great."

"Yeah?"

Marc pulled [Y/N] against him, wrapping an arm around their waist before whispering, "Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too Marc."

#m writes #marc spector x reader #nsft #marc spector fic #moon knight x reader #moon knight fic #marc spector smut #marc spector fanfiction

[jerirose]

how long have you been drawing? i used to be really into drawing when i was in high school but a chronic illness has made it really hard for me to hold things like pencils, pens, markers, and styluses so i had to give it up. you're just really good with your art and i'm super jealous.

Hi Anon!

Firstly, please don't be jealous 😔 though I very much understand where you are coming from and I'm so sorry that Chronic Illness has taken away something you love (I can very much relate).

Secondly, to answer your question I've been drawing literally since I could hold a pencil! I was ambidextrous as a child (left hand dominant) and my dad loves to tell me stories of how I'd work on two completely different drawings at once, sometimes at different stages of each drawing. That was until school forced me to use my right hand and I lost my left-handedness and my ambidextrousness.

I drew all the way up until High School as well, I was an A+ student in Art Class but my teachers weren't great and since I was a "gifted child" my parents really, really fed into it and milked it for all they could, which really tainted my love for art, so I dropped my pencil for a camera when I was 15 and pursued that as a career and went on to college to study photography. Chronic illness and disability took that from me so I understand how much it hurts and how sad it can be loosing a creative outlet you love.

I do traditional art now once in a blue moon, basically whenever the mood hits and I've done digital art on and off for the last 8 years, mostly painting one or two things a year and then not touching my tablet again (because I couldn't get my hand-eye coordinationnto work and it was annoying), until last June when I decided for some strange reason to get an XP-Pen, I've literally no idea why or what drove me to do so, but made it far easier for me to do digital art, even though it took me like 3 weeks after it arrived to touch it. (I'm literally so stubborn and I will continuly try to find ways to do what I want to pursue). And I've been doing art seriously, for the first time since I was 15, since July last year. (And by seriously I mean, I work on my art skills most days for at least 2 hours if my health/body permits it, sometimes (like yesterday 11 hours) please don't be me 😅 it's less than healthy but I do take a lot of breaks)

I have a neurological disorder that makes anything and everything I do painful and there are some days where holding my stylus is very painful, but again, I'm stubborn as hell and if I can push past the pain I will - I also take breaks frequently throughout my art sessions and do lots and lots of hand exercises too! But it can be difficult and on some days I can't even hold my phone or type because the pain is too bad and it's very disheartening, so I completely get how you feel and I know that me pushing through the pain is something that not everyone can do in my situation either.

#Jeri can't answer things simply part ???? #answered #anon #sending you a lot of love anon 🫶🏻

[lizziebears18]

So I'm pissed off for many reasons right now and they all are my parents.

1) My dad told me a few weeks ago we could get me a new phone because mine doesn't work abd he told me that weekend. Find"t happen. Last week he told me this weekend. Didn't happen and now it's Monday and he said he would after he got my mom from work at 4, but apparently was being all bitchy about me to my mom because I asked him at 2 to go (I asked at 1). Hopefully tomorrow, but who fucking knows at this point.

2) Both my parents always disregard my siblings medical issues until it's a big issue. My sibling just got over strep throat last week after having for over a week because "they seemed fine and I don't get why their staying home" said our dad. Also when they finally got meds, it had 30% amoxicillin which they are allergic to and our parents were just told watch them when they take it and make sure they feel ok. 20 minutes later their ichy and their throat feels weird. Parents did nothing and it luckily went away. Now they fucked up their finger and parents 2obt take them to the doctor so I'm left being a fucking doctor again and making and a splint from med tape and popsicle sticks. I even made a joke about "being 1 step from a med degree" because of how much I have to repair whatever issue my sibling has because I love them and actually take care of them.

3) Our mom broke my sibling ice pack from school and had whatever chemical leak on her and still decided to keep the ice pack.

4) I just so fucking sick of all the shit my dad says about me behind my back to my mom who then tells me about. But I know he's never cared about me ever. He's made it very clear that none of my opinions matter to him or that my well-being matters at all. He's a fucking control freak, but has given up on fighting me because I will just argue and yell. He also doesn't believe in mental health and thinks that I got all the "crazy" from my grandma that he hated right up until she first got cancer and has tried to use her against me even though she died 8 years ago. He says she wouldn't approve of LGBTQ+ people even though she was one of the only people that should me unconditional love.

5) My mom tried to guilt trip me and my sibling and when I tell her she doesn't even realise. She tries to make us feel bad and she always says that shes a bad parent because she's never around, but that's not what gets me. It's that fact she lets my dad say shit about me, she does nothing if anyone gets in a fight, she comes home from work and wants nothing to do with anyone. That's what gets me, not that she gone, but when she's here she wants nothing to do with us. At least that's what it feels like from inside my head. She's always shocked when she gets reminded that a lot of my issues came from my fucked up childhood. Constant fighting between my parents, me and my parents, my dad and grandma. It's was literally everyone that was close to me always fucking fighting. I have vivid memories of a fight between my dad and grandma and a fucking park while waiting for pizza and a girl scout event. I ended hiding on top a slide and one on the older girl helped calm me down, but I wouldn't talk to my family and they ended up having to get a family friend come and get me.

6) My grandpa. To start I've barley talked to him in 5-6 years it's at least once a year and that's about it. I'm not mad about that either because he did fucking try to replace my grandma after she died and still fucking acts like this lade is part of our family when all she did was try to act like she knew us. She took some of my grandma's shit and she took the grandpa that I used to have. I know people always say that to kids it does seem like someone replacing grandparents/parents, but she literally was. He moved states for her, he stopped going to my school events because she couldn't travel (2 hours AT MOST), stopped going to my birthdays, stopped doing holidays, and all the same to my sibling which hurts a lot too because they basically had grandparents until they were 5 and I did until around 13 because new bitch didn't try with them and did a little with me. But she did try with my only cousin on my moms side because he was still littler and would take her as his grandmother and my aunt didn't like my grandma so new grandmother to him is a lot better.

But no, years of trauma and being the primary care giver of my sibling is fine and I'll be okay. I'm going to leave this place for college (dream school) and then move out with my girlfriend and eventually my sibling will live with us to get their life together away from our parents like I wish I could do a lot sooner than I will be.I'll be happy in the future, but right now it isn't happening.

Rant over, thanks if you read all of it.

#familly issues #trauma #depresion #anxiety #i'm just trying my best #healing soon #rant

[afniel]

So, I've learned enough music theory to competently compose the soundtrack for my fangame.

In the span of about six months, give or take.

Which is wild. I had actually decided it was, for whatever reason, just Not Possible For Me Specifically. And of course that's obviously bullshit, almost anyone can just go out and learn whatever the hell skill they want, but it's not easy to overcome a mental block you've held since high school. I really, truly thought I was just Bad At Music Theory, because I had a combination of a shit band director who couldn't teach music theory, and the few other people in the short-lived jazz band were already proficient on piano, meaning they already know the subject matter no matter how badly it was taught.

I realized this two days ago, 20+ years after the fact.

The part where he tried to get us to improv with no knowledge of even what the tonic was, let alone anything more than that, was like...look man I've never been able to improv. Anything. Ever. Well, except puns and topical humor, I'm unfortunately good at those. Anything else, I just freeze to hell and literally cannot think or even speak or move, it's too much pressure for me. "Just make something up, it's easy!" will unbluescreen me, but only to burst into tears and try to fistfight someone, so. Y'know. Not my bag, seriously.

But planning ahead of time? Writing something out? Yeah, it turns out I can do that! And I can cover things without too much difficulty, even! I did a bangin' cover of a Mega Man X series track I want to use. Only took a couple of days and it's so exactly what I had in mind that I've probably listened to it on loop for 10 hours now in total, mostly in disbelief that it exists in a way other people can hear it. I've got several original compositions, from stage clear jingles to a full stage track or two. I've got arrangements of stuff — the intro track is part Mega Man 2, part original, and part Mega Man 10, in that order, and it sounds really legit, and the credits music is the same only expanded and it's like. I didn't believe I had it in me. Now I can't seem to get it out me fast enough and I keep losing sleep in favor of Famitracker. I feel like I unlocked something in my head that's been waiting for ages and now it's not gonna wait any longer.

And I was listening to a song I really like, Blinding Lights by The Weeknd, and went, "...wait, I bet that hook goes like..." I played it out on keys quickly, figured out it's entirely built on a Cm4 chord, and realized the song itself is in Cm. I've never done that. Not that quickly, anyway; eventually if I transcribe enough it something I'll figure it out, probably, but not within a minute or two, and not that easily. From there I realized, I've got the key, I can hear the intervals, therefore I can find the chord progression, therefore I could probably do an 8-bit cover of it in...eh, give me 6-8 hours since it's a full-length track.

Anyway hello, on top of being a pixel artist and game dev, I'm a chiptune composer now, suddenly! And it's cool as hell. I'll have to upload something here soon, though I think I have to do it via desktop and I'm mobile right now having breakfast out somewhere.

#Jack of all trades master of several #I have a lot to learn but I've also learned a WHOLE lot #like foundationally everything past this is gonna be experience and experimentation #not to mention my pixel animation is improving by leaps and bounds but it feels less unexpected anyway #I know I can draw and animate that's not news exactly #I legitimately did not know I could make music #I feel so powerful you have no idea #I've had to stop and get the dust out of my eyes a few times while listening to my own stuff lol #it's just that HOLY SHIT to me

[omomygods]

Disaster strikes, but I'm not alone here♡

Yesterday, I set out to work. Made a few catches, and put my phone out of the way to continue walking. Partner on the phone, we're having small talk...

*CRACK*

I lurch forward. Phone hits the asphalt, headphones bounce off of my head.

My ankle is...well, it HURTS. The pothole in the shoulder is new and fresh.

I know I need to get my phone and headphones so I can confirm that no, I didn't get hit by a car. When I mention my ankle (after I get my breath), he suggests he call the EMTs. Before I know it, he's off.

Cars are roaring past. I'm trying not to see them. A sweet old lady stops by me, asking what happened. At this point, I feel...

Weirdly calm.

I explain what's happened, and she makes a suggestion—I call my job, to let them know what happened, and she calls the EMTs. As she gets them the relevant info, a cop car stops: the driver knows me from my walk, and thought it seemed weird to see me taking a break at the side of the road (Me, literally doing finger guns: "Funny story, actually..."). I mention my ankle, and realize I can at least help out here: I yank off my sock and shoe.

"Eeesh."

The swelling is not in the place the sensations suggested. It rather looks like I've sprouted an extra ankle. It occurs to me that I can fix some of the pain with my first aid kit, so I slather on my stuff as we wait for the ambulance.

My partner is there when I get there, and we wait for intake. X-rays are ordered and taken with a quickness. Within a couple hours we know it: I've broken my ankle. I'm going to be out about 6-8 weeks at work.

It turns out that I have lost enough strength that I have to scoot on my butt to get upstairs, as I couldn't hold myself up on the crutches. We drop me on the couch, and we settle in for watching TV, to get me thinking about something else. The fact is at that point my brain was starting to run again, and I start catching my thoughts going places I don't like. I smash the thoughts down again and breathe a sigh of relief...until I realize...

I gotta pee. Bad. Getting worse.

I mention this, and we try to get me into this thing our neighbor loaned us. I'm having an impossible time trying to steer the thing, when—

"Whoa whoa, get outta there—"

The walker's started to collapse on one side. I'm too heavy for it...

So I have to scoot across the floor. Slowly. Struggling. By the time I figure out how to get into the bathroom, that's when I realize I'm in the wrong direction.

My muscles burn. My ankle hurts. And I'm starting to freak out.

It took five minutes to turn my body (avoiding the splint job) and get on the toilet...another three to figure out how to get my bottoms off.

A cascade of thoughts rushes through my head once I'm properly seated.

Weak. Flimsy. Useless. ...Liability.

Around the time "liability" parades through, I hear my partner, on the phone with a service that provides in-home care. I hear the tones of voice. He's keeping it quiet, presumably to keep me from freaking out, but I'm already biting down hard on the side of my hand trying desperately to keep myself quiet in there. It's not working. Eventually, he comes in and sees me, at quite possibly my most pathetic, crying on the toilet with my pants half off. Asking me to explain results in more questions; he helps me out of the bathroom and we have some couch time.

It takes everything in me to admit to him I'm worried I'd become a liability.

He doesn't care.

He'd thought I'd been hit by a car.

"Broke an ankle in a pothole" was good news.

That's when he decides, let's just get to bed, because the day has just been too big. I cannot agree faster. We do the hoist and drag, we pass the bathroom...and I freeze.

"Babe we gotta keep moving."

Breathe.

"I need a favor. Getting around is really hard right now and I think I would feel safer with a—"

"Gotcha."

We drag me onto the mattress, and then I reach for my training pants.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

I'm confused. Did I do something wrong, or...

"Up. Legs up."

No Thoughts. Head Empty. I just kinda...stare. Then I remember I'm supposed to be putting my legs up. So I do, kinda, mostly...and he changed me for the night. He put me In a nappy, gave me a little kiss, and bundled me up for sleep.

-----

It's the next day. Nervous bladder has officially set in, but...I can deal with that tonight.

He washed my hair and helped me bathe with my favorite soap. As I prepared to reach for my training pants, he waved me into the bedroom and put me in fresh training pants again.

I've never had anything like this before. I've never been taken care of like this. Like I really, really matter. He's seen me at my mental lowest. He's seen me here, my new physical lowest. He didn't bail on me. And even lying there on my back, at the absolute unguardedest nakedest moment I've ever experienced...he doesn't look at me any different.

Suddenly, being afraid of being a bedwetter just seemed...silly.

The look on his face is laser-engraved into my mind. I send my brain there every few minutes for a reminder. It makes me wanna hold something soft and enjoy the way it makes a fire in my chest and burns my eyes.

My affect is reasserting itself now, two months off the antipsychotics. But...if it's this intense like this now, and I do have more progress coming now? This might just kill me.

...or I might just discover I'm going to turn into a person that CRIES, ugh... I'm embarrassed.

#omomg gets chatty #not omo

[dengswei]

for the creators ask: 3, 8, 10, 14, 22 & 34 😊

thank you 🥰

3: Pick your 5 favourite creations and explain what you love the most about them!

i've decided to go with most recent creations because i have some more that i made last year that i really do love but i would be here debating for hours so

this yidiao gifset because even though it's not all one colour like i wanted originally i think it really works and it really shows their & yi's development over the series

nueatoh forehead touch because my god did y'all see how horrendous that scene was when it comes to lighting

phontermae + head, hands, heart because even though i'm not a massive fan of yellow i just love how it came out

kurodachi otp meme favourite quote 1/? i just really love the blues and how the typography came out

this yok gifset because i just love how the contrast of the more colourful gifs go with the black gifs

8: List the 5 things you love the most about your creations

the use of colours

the way i style my typography and use that to match the colouring

how i match the gradient with the colour in the gif

the choice of scene used for the specific quote/lyric i'm using if there is one

how you can see i'm improving with each gifset i post

10: An old creation that will always have a special place in your heart

i will always without a doubt say this ryumixmatch graphic especially since it took me forever to make it though for my gifsets i made before 2021 i'll have to say this n.flying rooftop gifset because i just adore the colours in it (i couldn't find it in the gif search probably because it's from 2019 so i've had to repost it lmfao)

14: A fandom you want to create more content for!

literally any i'm not really creating for 😂 though specifically right now probably star in my mind

22: A creation that was difficult to make (but worthwhile!)

an easier question would be one that was easy to make lmfao but i'm gonna say my 2021 favourites because i dealt with a lot of different mvs and trying to get it to match took me ages and especially because i did 12 instead of 10 having to create the 2 gifs in 1 and i had to figure out the sizing and finding clips which had the same amount of frames and work all that out lmfao, also figuring out the typography and how i wanted it to look also just me being able to narrow it down to 12 songs aksjdksds we are ignoring the fact in the caption i said i would do seperate posts for osts and jpop but never got around to it

34: Favourite individual gif from a set you've created!

I'M SORRY I'M ABOUT TO DO THIS TO YOU OF ALL PEOPLE BECAUSE I MADE YOU SUFFER ALREADY WITH THIS SET BUT I REALLY LOVE HOW THE PURPLES TURNED OUT IN THIS GIF AND YOU ASKED FOR THIS SO I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE CLICK AWAY NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SUFFER AGAIN the first gif in this pha gifset

— creators ask game ! ₊˚✧ ୭̥*

#replies #pharawee #long post #sorry this is so long but i thought people would appreciate a visual of the sets i'm talking about lmfao #this took me so long to answer because i'm indecisive #i have a lot of faves especially especially the colourful typography ones

[theawkwardwriter64]

My favorite Murdoch Mysteries characters

I for absolutely no reason decided to make this post.

So here are my favorite Murdoch Mysteries characters (not in order)

1. Julia Ogden: What's not to love about her?!? She has great fashion, and she's smart and kind and is a coroner, psychiatrist and a doctor.

2. Emily Grace: I know she broke George's heart (Believe me I hate her for that) but overall she has to be one of my favorites. I particularly love the way she would just walk into Murdoch's office without knocking, and that time she and George stole the Scrutiny Camera to take a picture of the ghost at Queens Park. And the fact that she's QUEER?!? 👏 Cherry 👏 on 👏 top!!!!

3. Ruby Ogden: She's underappreciated, and needs to be in more episodes. I mean she is a little nosey (Couldn't keep her nose out of Murdoch's desk in 4x13!!!) But she's kind and sweet overall. Honestly probably one of the only reporter characters I like (Bc screw Iris West)

4. Rebecca James: BECAUSE YES! She's determined, smart, funny, the list goes on! I was sad to see her go, but she's going to be a real doctor now. Anyways she is probably one of my favorite Morgue Assistants (Besides Emily obviously) Gotta love her.

5. Nina Bloom: Legit iconic, girl is the definition of: "I do what I want" She is a modern woman for sure, even though her job might be a little..... UHM- SO anyways, we love her anyways.

6. Freddie Pink: Miss Pink is literally the early 1900's Frankie Drake and I'm here for that.

7. Detective Watts/Detective 90 Degree Angle: Yes I do call him that, but he stands at a 90 Degree angle!! We have some things in common: Bad posture, we're apart of the LGBTQ and a love for soft pretzels, and we can't read our own handwriting.

8. George Crabtree/George Crab-Then-Tree: George deserves so much better!!! I'm fearing for Effie's life as his Girlfriend.. Honestly! I feel like after Emily cheated on him things only got worse for him. But who doesn't love our Newfoundland Foundling?!?! I'll tell ya who: THE WRITERS!!!!

9. Eva Pearce: There is so much to unpack with Miss Pearce, but I'll just scratch the surface: She's a Sociopath in love with Detective Murdoch. And honestly I prefer her to Gillies.

10. Charlotte (Maddy and Girly): Yes, more crazy people are on my list! I honestly love Charlotte very dearly, (and Maddy and Girly) and I'm very glad she didn't turn out like Lizzy Borden.

11. James Gillies: I know I said I didn't like him, but he's interesting but I like Eva better. I am very happy to be rid of him finally. But he and I have one thing in common: We're both afraid of being hung. Murdoch's presentation put the fear in both of us.

12. Henry Higgins: Oh sweet Henry, there is not a thought behind those eyes... We love him for it!

So if I was to put it in order it would be:

1. Julia

2. Emily

3. Rebecca

4. Ruby

5. Detective Watts

6. George

7. Henry

8. Miss Pink

9. Eva Pearce

10. Nina Bloom

11. Charlotte/Maddy/Girly

12. James Gillies

This post took me like 2 hours to make lol

#murdoch mysteries

[pbandjesse]

Taking Sundays off was a great call. Because I don't think I would have survived working today. And I got so much accomplished!! Even though I was tired and stabbed myself in the hand with my craft tools twice and my eye is a little swollen. I was still so proud of myself for all the things I got done.

I slept really well. Deeply. I don't remember James leaving for work but I woke up and texted them good morning.

I kind of had a mini melt down when I first got up. The online dermatologist said my psoriasis was to bad to treat with topicals but it's so much better then it was so I was super upset and sent two messages. One when I was really upset and one 15 minutes later when I had calmed down a little more. And he said we can continue with the topicals but it would be time consuming. Which I already know. And it really is getting better. The spots on my legs and body just get dark red when I get hot and that makes me feel very ugly and diseased. But it's not all the time. Mostly I feel a lot more comfortable and that is good.

I got dressed and had a half plan of what I would do today. I wanted to fold and pack my clothes for camp that James had washed for me. I had not brought home the extra clothes because there was not space in the car on Friday with PJ being in there. But that is alright. I'll deal with that this week.

So I packed my clothes and had some cereal. I played Stardew for a bit but I'm at a place again where there is so much to do that I feel overwhelmed. So I am trying to focus but also my in game girlfriend and my character are engaged now and it's a whole thing. But I played for an hour before I decided to change the plans for the day.

Instead of doing my art stuff first, I decided to do my errands. I got myself ready to go out and headed to joann's for yarn.

It was a nice drive with good music. And when I got to joann's a nice worker lady helped me find the yarn I needed because they were moving everything and it was a little confusing. I got a little overwhelmed with fabrics so I did not buy the fleece for the fruit and veggie project for the museum but I'll get to that. Just not right now.

I left there after getting to use two coupons and went to lunch. I had five guys and enjoyed it very much. And then off to the grocery store to get cat food. I tried to buy batteries but I couldn't figure out what one I needed, laughed with the lady behind me in line, and gave up. Just the cat food and then over to the thrift store.

I looked at dresses to find jumpsuits but no luck. I got tank dress I'm excited about and a white eyelet Tshirt dress, but the big find was my new bear foot rest!!! I have been trying to find one only eBay and stuff for literally years. They are always so expensive. And this was only $8 after the coupon I had. I must have looked funny the way I grabbed it off the shelf I was so excited.

I also found one of those old exercise machines that vibrates you and I was very close to buying it but I did not. Only regret it a little.

I went home after that. I was feeling good. And when I got home, while I struggled to get everything inside, I made it upstairs without breaking anything.

I tried on the dresses and started figuring out how to catch up on my knitting. I think I may have missed a day or added a day. I am very much not sure. But I will do better keeping track this week. Actually write it down and not just have James sort of do it. That got to confusing.

But I got all of last month done and took my picture of the month. And then I was tired and went and laid down.

I watched tiktoks for a while. Thought about sleep but did not actually fall asleep. James would come home soon and they were very very sweaty when they did.

They would join me in the ac. Before going to finish editing their podcast. I came and sat with them in their room and played Stardew for a little longer. And then James made us dinner.

I had to sew all of the ears for my bears. James flipped them all inside out for me and then I did all the sewing and I'm so glad I do it this way now rather then trying to make tiny ears separately and place them. This is such a better way of doing it. And after that was done I put on all the eyes and noses. Where I stabbed myself in the hand with the newly sharpened tool. Cool cool cool. Ugh.

I made some Thai tea to bring with me to camp and James made me angel food cake because they love me. And I felt happy and good.

Eventually I would go and take a bath. And now we are in bed. I am very tired. And tomorrow I must wake up early to go to camp! I hope it's a really good week. I am really looking forward to it. I hope you all have a great night. And a beautiful day. Sleep well everyone.