#and then spend the rest of my time doing the more fun stuff which stretches my 'work' time to strange long hrs
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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍
Character Choice: Leviathan x Fem! Reader
Stats: nsfw/ minors dni, jealous/ possessive! levi, cream pies, monster/tail fucking, mean dom! levi, levi with two cocks, degradation/ name calling, marking, double penetration, unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), hint of/ alllusion to exhibitionism towards the end
Profile: It’s not fair! Why do his stupid brothers get to hog your attention all the time? He’ll make sure you’ll pay attention to him and only him. You’re not leaving his room for quite a while; there’s lots of fun stuff Levi wants to try with you. And when you do limp out of his room, his brothers will certainly get the message.
this is a repost because i'm moving my nsfw works onto this blog!!
obey me masterlist || sfw version
You had been playing video games with Levi for a while now, comfortably sitting in his lap with his chin resting on your head. And so far, everything had been super relaxed. That was until the credits rolled and Levi’s focus started to drift from the screen to you, inhaling the comforting scent of your hair products.
Just for the stench of his brothers to fill his nostrils, clinging to you just as stubbornly as the actual demons. It made him livid, imagining Asmo hanging off your arm, Satan holding you close as he read to you or Belphie using your lap as his personal napping spot. You should be spending time with him!
Before he knew it, pure jealousy was coursing through his veins and his form shifted. Coral-like horns perched on his head like a crown as a scaled tail wrapped around your ankle, slowly winding upwards. His hands, which had held the controller up until now, gripped your hips tightly as he tried to control his breathing.
You’d felt Levi’s envy often enough through the pact linking you two together. Whether it was losing the bid on a figurine he wanted or seeing someone else with the character he tried to get, the feeling wasn’t new to you. But this time, the sensation was overwhelming, his pact mark on your body searing with his jealousy. Normally, you could console him easily enough but right now you weren’t so sure.
“Levi? Levi are you alright? What’s wrong?” you questioned, one hand coming up to thread into his purple locks as you tried to shift so you could face him. Only to be stopped by his iron grip. You could, however, get a glimpse of his orange-flashing eyes, pupils merely slits. “Levi, I’m worried-”
“Oh, now you care?” His tone was cold and sent shivers down your spine, rare determination falling from every word. “What’s wrong, you ask? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re always so busy cosying up to all my brothers. Even that scumbag gets more of your attention than I do.”
Levi knew deep inside that wasn’t true. You always spent plenty of time with him. Then, Lucifer’s cologne tickled his nose and he lost all sense of rationality, thoughts only fueled by his sin. When he spoke again, his words were like pure venom dripping from his fangs. “Did you have fun? Letting them get their grimey hands all over you?”
“No, Levi, I-” You interrupted yourself with a sudden gasp as sharp teeth sank into the column of your neck, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a nasty, very visible mark. Still, you couldn’t help but grind yourself back on him, feeling his prominent bulge against your ass. You almost drooled at the inhuman size of him, mind wandering to how good he’d stretch you open on that.
“Enjoying yourself?” He hissed while pressing you down harder, rubbing himself against your clothed pussy. Searching for something to ground yourself with, you reached back and dug your fingers into his hair as you rolled your head back to give Levi more access to your neck. “Look at you, you’re actually getting off to this. You’re so easy, no wonder demons like you so much.”
Much to your embarrassment, you could feel the arousal staining your panties at his harsh words. There was no use denying it, this side of your usually timid Levi was heavily turning you on, so much so that you could feel yourself pulsing against the straining material of his sweats. Somehow, that realisation just made you squirm against him more, searching desperately for any sort of friction.
It came in the form of his tail flicking forcefully against your core, not enough to seriously hurt you but definitely hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. Levi took advantage of your moan to tip your head back and shove his forked tongue down your throat. At the same time, his clawed hands roughly groped your breasts over your RAD dress shirt, certainly leaving red marks for you to find later. Apparently that wasn’t enough for the demon though, carelessly ripping the material apart and making buttons roll over the floor of his room.
Your bra was next. Although he didn’t destroy it, he merely pulled it down enough to where your breasts could spill over the cups, further driving home the point that this wasn’t about you. This was only for him and his pleasure.
As his fingers meanly pulled at your nipples, tweaking the little buds and rolling them between his digits, his tail had stopped prodding at your slit and instead slithered under the waistband of your bottoms. With it pressed against your body like that, it really had no option but to rub over your clit as it reached for your undergarments.
Just when you thought Levi would really have you ruin your clothes, he pushed them off your legs to give his tail free reign to work. As the appendage curled around the seat of your panties to pull them off as well, it grazed your folds and you lightly jerked in your demon’s hold.
Said demon had gone back to biting and licking at your neck, his eyes following the string of arousal sticking to your underwear with rapt attention. The fact that he could reduce you to this state so easily was definitely an ego boost but he was nowhere near satiated with just this.
“I think it’s time I remind you who you really belong to,” he snarled, voice bitter as he could still smell them on you. “Once I’m done with you, nobody will ever forget it again.”
Without so much as a warning, Levi plunged the end of his tail into your soaked core, earning something between a shriek and a moan from you. The initial clamp down of your walls around his scales drew a shaky groan from him in return, squeezing your tits harder in his palms.
His tail was curling and uncurling inside of you in unreadable patterns as he stretched you out gradually. The texture of his cold scales was something you never grew used to as they scraped against your warm walls, the tip effortlessly hitting spots you never knew you had.
In record time, Levi had you writhing and squirming in his lap and he chose to make it worse by slipping one hand down your front to ruthlessly tap your pulsing clit. The noises you made drove him nearly insane with lust but he willed himself to patience, as far as that was still possible.
“That’s it, you’re gonna cum,” he all but ordered, fingers and tail pressing down on the same spot on opposite sides of your walls. “And your orgasm is gonna be all mine, you got that?”
“Yes, Levi,” you whined, eyes screwed shut and fingers tightening around his wrist and his purple locks.
“Then do it,” he spoke directly against your ear.
You straightened in his hold as lightning shot up your spine, the thicker part of his tail keeping your legs nicely spread while he flicked his fingers harsher against your clit.
Then, your bones turned to pudding as you weightlessly leaned back against Levi’s clothed chest, feeling your release leak around his tail. You tried to control your breathing with little success. A hand swept sweat matted hair out of your eyes while a second one ran up and down your side to provide a familiar comfort.
But soon, your world shifted as you fell forward, your fall only cushioned by a hand on your chest before your cheek met one of Levi’s many pillows, which had previously not laid there. Behind you, the demon rose to his knees as well, his thighs colliding with your ass.
You whined as the movements of his tail started again, much slower than before though. He shushed you almost gently, yet when you pushed yourself up on weak arms to look back at him, one hand firmly pressed your upper back onto the floor again.
“Be good and behave.” Levi’s cold voice made you shiver in the best way possible and this time he could feel the way you clamped down on him at his command. “Seriously, I thought between us I was the perv but seeing you let me use you like this without any resistance makes me question that.”
There was rustling of clothes to be heard and you almost protested the withdrawal of his tail but the pressure of his pre cum leaking cocks against you shut you right up. No matter how often you two got frisky, you wondered every time how they were supposed to fit.
As much as Levi wanted to see you choke on his cock while attempting to wrap your hand around the other, he was far too impatient. He needed to stretch you open now.
Aligning the head of his upper dick, he heaved a sigh before pushing in. Just feeling your heat around the tip made him lightheaded but before he could get carried away, he remembered why you two were in this position in the first place.
In one single thrust, the demon filled you to the brim, knocking all air from your lungs as you were shoved into the pillow. Despite having two members to work with, taking just one was still quite the challenge. It hurt but at the same time it felt so good.
With his demeanour that night, you thought he’d set a ruthless pace from the start but he surprised you with tempered and measured thrusts, aiming for depth rather than speed. Your shoulders tensed up when you felt his tail return, this time however circling your other hole.
“Levi-“
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, I can feel that messy cunt of yours gripping me even tighter.” And he was right. Just the imagination of Levi using his tail, which was still coated in your previous release, to prepare you for what was inevitably to come had you bounce your hips back on him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re supposed to be my master, yet you’re acting more like a bitch in heat, already going dumb on my cock.”
Apparently now it was time for your bra to leave the scene completely as Levi fumbled with the clasp for a second before carelessly throwing it somewhere into his room.
The fact that he was still fully clothed whereas you were completely nude made you feel excitingly exposed, fire burning through your body at the thought of Levi just having your way with you like this.
It should have been embarrassing how your pussy squelched with his cock inside, how fast you were approaching another orgasm, but with Levi leaning more of his weight onto you as he seemed to reach deeper in both your cunt and ass, you were more concerned with trying to sustain your lungs with enough air.
Well, it wasn’t like you had to tell him you were close anyway. The way it got harder to move in and out or the way your legs started trembling gave you away. With his cocks hitting your g-spot and clit on every forward motion as your walls were sandwiched on both sides between him, it was clear you’d reach your peak sooner rather than later.
Your high pitched moans echoed around the room and Levi’s guttoral groans soon joined as he starved off his own release to fuck you through yours. At this point, your vision turned hazy but you couldn’t help but want more. And more you should get.
Through the fog of your mind, you barely registered the moment of emptiness and Levi’s biting words were drowned out by your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears. What you did notice was the sensation of two cocks stuffing you to your limit, both heads throbbing with a desperate need to just stuff you full of his cum.
The view of you on your elbows and knees, back arched and fingers a death grip on his pillow rushed directly to his head and to his dicks. He was the one who had reduced to such a pathetically fucked out state, unable to speak any coherent sentences. Not his brothers.
“Do you just whore yourself out to everyone?” Sharp claws were dancing up your spine, the layer of sweat reflecting the blue light of his room. The thought of his brothers getting just a glimpse of you like this made his earlier rage flare up again.
“N-No,” you whimpered meekly.
“No? Just the demons you know?” His still clothed chest met your back as his hands held your hips in an iron grip, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. His fangs were grazing your skin again, searching for a new spot to leave his mark on. “If Mammon were here, would you let him fuck this messy cunt of yours, hm? Would you gag on Belphie’s cock like a slut, yeah? Let him push your head down as he pleases?”
You didn’t answer this time, not that he really expected you to. Normally, Levi might have intertwined your fingers or pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. But not on this day.
“C’mon, you can be louder than that, slut.” Purple coloured nails tangled in your hair and pulled your head up. “Let everyone in this house who’s fucking you this good.”
Nothing he had to tell you twice. You felt so full, every sensitive spot you could think of and all those you didn’t know you had were being abused over and over again.
What had you screaming and scrambling for purchase was the pain of his fangs piercing the skin of your shoulder as his tail wrapped around your middle, the tip resting dangerously close to your sensitive clit after dragging through the slick mess staining your thighs.
“You’re close again, right?” That was when his tail started circling your pulsing nub and your eyes flew open as the knot in your stomach started pulling you into opposite directions once more. “That’s right, you're just a little toy for me to use, aren’t you? Just an obedient cocksleeve waiting to get stuffed.”
To emphasise his point, your expression was reflected back to you on one of his shiny consoles, eyes fluttering open and shut as your tongue lolled out and drool dripped from your lips, head still pulled back.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Levi cursed out of breath, cocks twitching against your walls as the slapping of skin picked up in speed. Letting your head fall forward again, both hands gripped your hips tightly, nails nicking your skin.
“I’m so close, please I can’t—“ You couldn’t decide if you were begging to cum or to rest.
Your demon made the choice for you. He drew quicker circles on your abused clit, pressing his scales down harsher, which had your toes curling and your hips trying to wind away from the assault.
“Stop squirming!” Pulling your hips back to meet his strokes, you weren’t sure if Levi was trying to make you cum again or if he was just selfishly chasing his own release with all means possible. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’ll be a good human and not waste a drop. Once we’re done, you’ll only smell like me!”
Mindlessly nodding your head, you fell over the edge with a scream of his name, shuddering and jerking as his pace didn’t slow at all. Maybe it was because you were so out of it but you could swear you could feel his cocks swell before his hips stuttered and he painted your walls white with a throaty groan.
There was no chance you could ever keep all of his cum inside, no matter how deep he shot it. You were pretty sure no human could ever cum this much.
For a few minutes there was nothing but panting to be heard before he finally pulled out, the bite marks on your shoulders pulsing as the adrenaline wore off. Levi stared as his cum leaked out of you and ran down your trembling thighs, collecting the drops with the tip of his tail before pushing them back into you. You moaned weakly at the clench of your overstimulated walls around the appendage but just as you were wondering whether you could handle another round, the chime of your phones echoed through Levi’s room.
Satan @ House of Lamentation (New): Dinner in 5, get down here
Just as you were about to push yourself up on shaky arms, Levi’s hand on your upper back kept your chest on the floor.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time, we need to get cleaned up,” you protested.
Without a word, Levi wrangled your ankles into your panties again and slid them back up your thighs. Snapping the waistband, he gave your clothed cunt a final slap and innerly gloated at the way your combined release was soaking the already ruined fabric.
With widened eyes, you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was serious only to find him staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes, daring you to challenge him.
“I told you, I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
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I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).
My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.
Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.
We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.
I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:
Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind
Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith
W.A.S.P - The Last Command
(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)
Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.
Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.
Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.
Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.
There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.
Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.
I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.
The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.
But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.
Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.
I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.
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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍
Character Choice: Leviathan x Fem! Reader
Stats: jealous/ possessive! levi, cream pies, monster/tail fucking, mean dom! levi, levi with two cocks, degradation/ name calling, marking, double penetration, unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), hint of/ alllusion to exhibitionism towards the end
Profile: It’s not fair! Why do his stupid brothers get to hog your attention all the time? He’ll make sure you’ll pay attention to him and only him. You’re not leaving his room for quite a while; there’s lots of fun stuff Levi wants to try with you. And when you do limp out of his room, his brothers will certainly get the message.
[sfw version]
You had been playing video games with Levi for a while now, comfortably sitting in his lap with his chin resting on your head. And so far, everything had been super relaxed. That was until the credits rolled and Levi’s focus started to drift from the screen to you, inhaling the comforting scent of your hair products.
Just for the stench of his brothers to fill his nostrils, clinging to you just as stubbornly as the actual demons. It made him livid, imagining Asmo hanging off your arm, Satan holding you close as he read to you or Belphie using your lap as his personal napping spot. You should be spending time with him!
Before he knew it, pure jealousy was coursing through his veins and his form shifted. Coral-like horns perched on his head like a crown as a scaled tail wrapped around your ankle, slowly winding upwards. His hands, which had held the controller up until now, gripped your hips tightly as he tried to control his breathing.
You’d felt Levi’s envy often enough through the pact linking you two together. Whether it was losing the bid on a figurine he wanted or seeing someone else with the character he tried to get, the feeling wasn’t new to you. But this time, the sensation was overwhelming, his pact mark on your body searing with his jealousy. Normally, you could console him easily enough but right now you weren’t so sure.
“Levi? Levi are you alright? What’s wrong?” you questioned, one hand coming up to thread into his purple locks as you tried to shift so you could face him. Only to be stopped by his iron grip. You could, however, get a glimpse of his orange-flashing eyes, pupils merely slits. “Levi, I’m worried-”
“Oh, now you care?” His tone was cold and sent shivers down your spine, rare determination falling from every word. “What’s wrong, you ask? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re always so busy cosying up to all my brothers. Even that scumbag gets more of your attention than I do.”
Levi knew deep inside that wasn’t true. You always spent plenty of time with him. Then, Lucifer’s cologne tickled his nose and he lost all sense of rationality, thoughts only fueled by his sin. When he spoke again, his words were like pure venom dripping from his fangs. “Did you have fun? Letting them get their grimey hands all over you?”
“No, Levi, I-” You interrupted yourself with a sudden gasp as sharp teeth sank into the column of your neck, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a nasty, very visible mark. Still, you couldn’t help but grind yourself back on him, feeling his prominent bulge against your ass. You almost drooled at the inhuman size of him, mind wandering to how good he’d stretch you open on that.
“Enjoying yourself?” He hissed while pressing you down harder, rubbing himself against your clothed pussy. Searching for something to ground yourself with, you reached back and dug your fingers into his hair as you rolled your head back to give Levi more access to your neck. “Look at you, you’re actually getting off to this. You’re so easy, no wonder demons like you so much.”
Much to your embarrassment, you could feel the arousal staining your panties at his harsh words. There was no use denying it, this side of your usually timid Levi was heavily turning you on, so much so that you could feel yourself pulsing against the straining material of his sweats. Somehow, that realisation just made you squirm against him more, searching desperately for any sort of friction.
It came in the form of his tail flicking forcefully against your core, not enough to seriously hurt you but definitely hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. Levi took advantage of your moan to tip your head back and shove his forked tongue down your throat. At the same time, his clawed hands roughly groped your breasts over your RAD dress shirt, certainly leaving red marks for you to find later. Apparently that wasn’t enough for the demon though, carelessly ripping the material apart and making buttons roll over the floor of his room.
Your bra was next. Although he didn’t destroy it, he merely pulled it down enough to where your breasts could spill over the cups, further driving home the point that this wasn’t about you. This was only for him and his pleasure.
As his fingers meanly pulled at your nipples, tweaking the little buds and rolling them between his digits, his tail had stopped prodding at your slit and instead slithered under the waistband of your bottoms. With it pressed against your body like that, it really had no option but to rub over your clit as it reached for your undergarments.
Just when you thought Levi would really have you ruin your clothes, he pushed them off your legs to give his tail free reign to work. As the appendage curled around the seat of your panties to pull them off as well, it grazed your folds and you lightly jerked in your demon’s hold.
Said demon had gone back to biting and licking at your neck, his eyes following the string of arousal sticking to your underwear with rapt attention. The fact that he could reduce you to this state so easily was definitely an ego boost but he was nowhere near satiated with just this.
“I think it’s time I remind you who you really belong to,” he snarled, voice bitter as he could still smell them on you. “Once I’m done with you, nobody will ever forget it again.”
Without so much as a warning, Levi plunged the end of his tail into your soaked core, earning something between a shriek and a moan from you. The initial clamp down of your walls around his scales drew a shaky groan from him in return, squeezing your tits harder in his palms.
His tail was curling and uncurling inside of you in unreadable patterns as he stretched you out gradually. The texture of his cold scales was something you never grew used to as they scraped against your warm walls, the tip effortlessly hitting spots you never knew you had.
In record time, Levi had you writhing and squirming in his lap and he chose to make it worse by slipping one hand down your front to ruthlessly tap your pulsing clit. The noises you made drove him nearly insane with lust but he willed himself to patience, as far as that was still possible.
“That’s it, you’re gonna cum,” he all but ordered, fingers and tail pressing down on the same spot on opposite sides of your walls. “And your orgasm is gonna be all mine, you got that?”
“Yes, Levi,” you whined, eyes screwed shut and fingers tightening around his wrist and his purple locks.
“Then do it,” he spoke directly against your ear.
You straightened in his hold as lightning shot up your spine, the thicker part of his tail keeping your legs nicely spread while he flicked his fingers harsher against your clit.
Then, your bones turned to pudding as you weightlessly leaned back against Levi’s clothed chest, feeling your release leak around his tail. You tried to control your breathing with little success. A hand swept sweat matted hair out of your eyes while a second one ran up and down your side to provide a familiar comfort.
But soon, your world shifted as you fell forward, your fall only cushioned by a hand on your chest before your cheek met one of Levi’s many pillows, which had previously not laid there. Behind you, the demon rose to his knees as well, his thighs colliding with your ass.
You whined as the movements of his tail started again, much slower than before though. He shushed you almost gently, yet when you pushed yourself up on weak arms to look back at him, one hand firmly pressed your upper back onto the floor again.
“Be good and behave.” Levi’s cold voice made you shiver in the best way possible and this time he could feel the way you clamped down on him at his command. “Seriously, I thought between us I was the perv but seeing you let me use you like this without any resistance makes me question that.”
There was rustling of clothes to be heard and you almost protested the withdrawal of his tail but the pressure of his pre cum leaking cocks against you shut you right up. No matter how often you two got frisky, you wondered every time how they were supposed to fit.
As much as Levi wanted to see you choke on his cock while attempting to wrap your hand around the other, he was far too impatient. He needed to stretch you open now.
Aligning the head of his upper dick, he heaved a sigh before pushing in. Just feeling your heat around the tip made him lightheaded but before he could get carried away, he remembered why you two were in this position in the first place.
In one single thrust, the demon filled you to the brim, knocking all air from your lungs as you were shoved into the pillow. Despite having two members to work with, taking just one was still quite the challenge. It hurt but at the same time it felt so good.
With his demeanour that night, you thought he’d set a ruthless pace from the start but he surprised you with tempered and measured thrusts, aiming for depth rather than speed. Your shoulders tensed up when you felt his tail return, this time however circling your other hole.
“Levi-“
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, I can feel that messy cunt of yours gripping me even tighter.” And he was right. Just the imagination of Levi using his tail, which was still coated in your previous release, to prepare you for what was inevitably to come had you bounce your hips back on him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re supposed to be my master, yet you’re acting more like a bitch in heat, already going dumb on my cock.”
Apparently now it was time for your bra to leave the scene completely as Levi fumbled with the clasp for a second before carelessly throwing it somewhere into his room.
The fact that he was still fully clothed whereas you were completely nude made you feel excitingly exposed, fire burning through your body at the thought of Levi just having your way with you like this.
It should have been embarrassing how your pussy squelched with his cock inside, how fast you were approaching another orgasm, but with Levi leaning more of his weight onto you as he seemed to reach deeper in both your cunt and ass, you were more concerned with trying to sustain your lungs with enough air.
Well, it wasn’t like you had to tell him you were close anyway. The way it got harder to move in and out or the way your legs started trembling gave you away. With his cocks hitting your g-spot and clit on every forward motion as your walls were sandwiched on both sides between him, it was clear you’d reach your peak sooner rather than later.
Your high pitched moans echoed around the room and Levi’s guttoral groans soon joined as he starved off his own release to fuck you through yours. At this point, your vision turned hazy but you couldn’t help but want more. And more you should get.
Through the fog of your mind, you barely registered the moment of emptiness and Levi’s biting words were drowned out by your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears. What you did notice was the sensation of two cocks stuffing you to your limit, both heads throbbing with a desperate need to just stuff you full of his cum.
The view of you on your elbows and knees, back arched and fingers a death grip on his pillow rushed directly to his head and to his dicks. He was the one who had reduced to such a pathetically fucked out state, unable to speak any coherent sentences. Not his brothers.
“Do you just whore yourself out to everyone?” Sharp claws were dancing up your spine, the layer of sweat reflecting the blue light of his room. The thought of his brothers getting just a glimpse of you like this made his earlier rage flare up again.
“N-No,” you whimpered meekly.
“No? Just the demons you know?” His still clothed chest met your back as his hands held your hips in an iron grip, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. His fangs were grazing your skin again, searching for a new spot to leave his mark on. “If Mammon were here, would you let him fuck this messy cunt of yours, hm? Would you gag on Belphie’s cock like a slut, yeah? Let him push your head down as he pleases?”
You didn’t answer this time, not that he really expected you to. Normally, Levi might have intertwined your fingers or pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. But not on this day.
“C’mon, you can be louder than that, slut.” Purple coloured nails tangled in your hair and pulled your head up. “Let everyone in this house who’s fucking you this good.”
Nothing he had to tell you twice. You felt so full, every sensitive spot you could think of and all those you didn’t know you had were being abused over and over again.
What had you screaming and scrambling for purchase was the pain of his fangs piercing the skin of your shoulder as his tail wrapped around your middle, the tip resting dangerously close to your sensitive clit after dragging through the slick mess staining your thighs.
“You’re close again, right?” That was when his tail started circling your pulsing nub and your eyes flew open as the knot in your stomach started pulling you into opposite directions once more. “That’s right, you're just a little toy for me to use, aren’t you? Just an obedient cocksleeve waiting to get stuffed.”
To emphasise his point, your expression was reflected back to you on one of his shiny consoles, eyes fluttering open and shut as your tongue lolled out and drool dripped from your lips, head still pulled back.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Levi cursed out of breath, cocks twitching against your walls as the slapping of skin picked up in speed. Letting your head fall forward again, both hands gripped your hips tightly, nails nicking your skin.
“I’m so close, please I can’t—“ You couldn’t decide if you were begging to cum or to rest.
Your demon made the choice for you. He drew quicker circles on your abused clit, pressing his scales down harsher, which had your toes curling and your hips trying to wind away from the assault.
“Stop squirming!” Pulling your hips back to meet his strokes, you weren’t sure if Levi was trying to make you cum again or if he was just selfishly chasing his own release with all means possible. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’ll be a good human and not waste a drop. Once we’re done, you’ll only smell like me!”
Mindlessly nodding your head, you fell over the edge with a scream of his name, shuddering and jerking as his pace didn’t slow at all. Maybe it was because you were so out of it but you could swear you could feel his cocks swell before his hips stuttered and he painted your walls white with a throaty groan.
There was no chance you could ever keep all of his cum inside, no matter how deep he shot it. You were pretty sure no human could ever cum this much.
For a few minutes there was nothing but panting to be heard before he finally pulled out, the bite marks on your shoulders pulsing as the adrenaline wore off. Levi stared as his cum leaked out of you and ran down your trembling thighs, collecting the drops with the tip of his tail before pushing them back into you. You moaned weakly at the clench of your overstimulated walls around the appendage but just as you were wondering whether you could handle another round, the chime of your phones echoed through Levi’s room.
Satan @ House of Lamentation (New): Dinner in 5, get down here
Just as you were about to push yourself up on shaky arms, Levi’s hand on your upper back kept your chest on the floor.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time, we need to get cleaned up,” you protested.
Without a word, Levi wrangled your ankles into your panties again and slid them back up your thighs. Snapping the waistband, he gave your clothed cunt a final slap and innerly gloated at the way your combined release was soaking the already ruined fabric.
With widened eyes, you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was serious only to find him staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes, daring you to challenge him.
“I told you, I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
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Could I Be Loved By You? Pt. 2
Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x reader, Usopp x reader, Nami x reader (separate)
Content: some suggestive jokes in usopp’s part, just general silliness besides that!
Word Count: 0.9k (total)
A/N: first time writing for all three of these characters- say whatttt! usopp’s part is my fave, but i love all of them!!! also if you check my master list for more content or anything, just know that im working on making it looks more aesthetically pleasing (it’s a mess right now😓) anyway thanks for reading and enjoy <3
Part 1
What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”
Nami - 0.2k
With a singsongy voice, you announce your presence to Nami. “Babe!”
“Y/n!” She responds in a similar cadence. However, she doesn’t look up from drawing her map.
You round her desk so that you’re standing behind it, and she finishes off a line before setting down her pen. “What’s up?”
“I have a question for you.”
“Mhm…?”
“Ok. Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t laugh at you, babe.” Well, she might, but only out of endearment.
“So… Um, do you think that we would be together in every universe?”
Her lips, once pressed together in a resting expression, curve upwards. The shake of her shoulders is an unmistakable sign of held back laughter, which is only solidified by her hand covering her mouth.
“Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” But in all fairness, you’re smiling too. It’s a silly sort of question.
“I’m not, I’m not!” She defends herself through giggles, then clears her throat.
“So, do you think so or not?”
Nami taps her chin with a smirk. “Yes. Yes I do.” The faintest blush colors her cheeks, though she’s much too proud to ever admit to being flustered by the idea. To think; you want to be with her just as badly as she does you, in any every lifetime or world where the two of you coexist. It’s enough to make even her swoon.
“Awww, so you do love me!” You tease. Your next course of action is to run out the door before she can (lovingly) hurl a book at you.
Monkey D. Luffy - 0.3k
You and Luffy are the last crewmates left at the table. Neither of you were late to dinner, nor were you ever. No, you had arrived to the dining room on time (even a little early), but he is still on his 3rd main course. Meanwhile, you are a slow eater. It’s no bother, though; you’d take almost any opportunity to spend time alone with Luffy.
With a soft smile, you tilt your head as you watch your boyfriend and captain stuff his face.
He pauses, noticing your staring. “What? Something on my face?” He licks his lips.
You shake your head. “I was just thinking.”
“Oh, ‘bout what?”
“Do you think we’re like this in every universe?”
“Like what? Still hungry? I know I am!”
“No,” you giggle, “I mean like… in love. A couple.”
This time, Luffy is the one to giggle at your curiosity. “What a weird question, y/n.” He cracks his blinding grin at you. “Of course we are.”
Luffy proceeds to stretch one arm around the back of your chair and pulls it closer to his. The proximity allows you to lay your head on his shoulder, and now everything feels right with the world…
Still, the “what if” scenario runs rampant in your imagination. “But if there is a world where we aren’t-“
“Just means we haven’t met yet.”
“… Hm. I guess you’re right.”
“Yeah, and I found you this time, right? So, I always will.” He says it all like it’s some simple, known truth. As if there are no doubts in his mind- nor should there be in yours- that you’re meant to be together. It’s not surprising though, given Luffy’s view on his own destiny. Naturally, yours is part of his, and vice versa.
With a simper, you swipe your thumb over the corner of his lips to brush away a crumb. “Or maybe I’ll find you.”
Usopp - 0.4k
You and Usopp like to play this sort of game where you ask each other questions. Sometimes they’re deep and introspective, others silly and random. It’s not really a game, per say, but… Well, it’s a fun little thing for when you’ve exhausted other topics of conversation or both of you are bored of other, cleverer topics.
“Ok, favorite temperature?”
“Favorite temperature? That's so specific!”
He chuckles. “Thats the point, baby.”
You hum in agreement before responding. “True… 74 degrees.”
“Celsius, or fahrenheit?”
“…Usopp.” You deadpan. “74 degree celsius would be, like…”
“Around 165 degrees fahrenheit.” He grins proudly. How some people, such as your boyfriend, are such naturals at mental math, you would never understand.
“Hmph… if you say so. But, yeah, why would I say my favorite temperature is 165 degrees fahrenheit?”
Usopp shrugs, “I wouldn’t put it past you; I know you like things hot.”
You’re too caught up in the way he leans toward you teasingly to notice his arms snaking around your waist. Without warning, he pulls you close to his chest. You shriek as Usopp spins you around, but your arms remain looped around his shoulders even after he sets you down.
“That was a dirty trick.”
“I think you enjoyed it.”
And you did, so you just smile and accept defeat. It’s your turn to ask a question now. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”
His smile falters. “I… Well, I don’t know.”
“…Oh.”
“I want to be, of course, I just…”
“Just what?”
“You have so many choices, y/n. Who’s to say you’d always choose me? I definitely wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, in this hypothetical alternate-“
Your lips stop his from moving with a forceful kiss. They linger there, just for a few moments, before you pull back less than an inch away. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Sorry.”
“And don’t apologize. I’d always choose you, Usopp, no matter what.”
His confidence grows back, along with his smile. “Then yes,” Usopp places another small peck to your lips and pulls away to gauge your reaction, “I think we would be together in every universe.”
Your eyes seem to shine with some emotion that could only be described as love. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
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ROUND 1
Zenyx belongs to @grimsdeadb0nes
Lori-Ki belongs to @julie-su
Find out more about them below!
Zenyx:
Zenyx is a(n Offcolor) Zeti hailing from the Lost Hex, hidden from the eyes of all but a small handful for her own safety.
Described as exceedingly versatile and a fairly composed wild-card, she acts as The Deadly Six's secret Seventh member!
The full extent of her outwardly behaviors is dependant on who she may be around or the situation at hand. She can be quite sweet and very caring to those she likes or is loyal to (which is a very limited list), but can otherwise be just as malicious as the rest of her Pack tend to be towards outsiders.
However, unlike the other six, she won't always go out of her way to cause harm or misery UNLESS given proper reason to or provoked.
She can be alittle hissy at times, but she's not inherently hot-headed like some; she just doesnt like her buttons being pushed or being lied to- or worse yet, her Pack being messed with.
Zenyx is extremely loyal to the Six and may be described as "caring alittle too much", as she enjoys keeping an eye on/spending time with each and every one if possible and making sure they're okay.
She's very keen on stealth and being observant, a quick thinker that thinks ahead, and maybe a slight bit of a people pleaser towards certain individuals- but she isn't afraid to give her two cents either and often lacks a filter at times, offering a touch of sass and attitude.
She can be very performative (to an extent) and likes trying to make things fun, being ultimately much more (surprisingly) pleasant than the rest of the Six.
In my Lost World Rewrite (currently still being worked on as of this Poll, yet to be properly revealed!), she is the main inclusion-difference and is by all means another rough obstacle for Sonic and Tails to get through. She managed to remain hidden while the rest of the Six were "conquered" by Eggman for a time, staying out of sight and scheming or helping behind the scenes- as well as working on a way to aid in their freedom before Sonic inevitably kicked the Cacophonic Conch from Eggman's grasp, speeding up that plan tenfold.
Eggman was none the wiser to her existence until much later in the story, even going as far as aggressively denying the existence of a seventh in the stretch of area he had taken over when asked about it by Tails, because "If there was, I would have conquered them too!" or something.
She appears in much further stuff planned but thats all hush hush rn ;3!
Lori-Ki:
(art by @/btm-txt)
Lori-Ki is a vengeful member of the Dark Egg Legion, who misses the time before Dimitri had joined forces with Dr. Eggman. She hates Eggman with a passion; spurring first from his refusal to restore her full cybernetics from when EnerjaKnux had forcibly removed them from her, and the rest of the Legion. She had used to boast a half-titanium skull which looked quite frightful; she hated the ridiculous and mass-produced 'upgrades' that were made to her under the Dark Egg Legion. She now skulks around the base, trying to be as unhelpful and sabotaging as she can, plotting Eggman's downfall from the shadows. However, she is the equivalent of a chihuahua amongst dobermen, so all she can do is waste company time, and complain to other legionnaire folk.
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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)
Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!
Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka
Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude
~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~
Satoru Gojo
(love of my life <3)
“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.
“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.
He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”
You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.
He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.
Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?
You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”
He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”
You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.
“Something fun.”
“Like…?”
“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.
“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.
“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.
“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”
He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”
You blinked. “What?”
“You said you love me.”
“I did?” You looked confused.
“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”
You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.
His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.
“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.
Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.
“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”
Dabi / Touya Todoroki
(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )
You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.
Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.
“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.
Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.
“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”
“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”
Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”
You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”
Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.
You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.
Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.
“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.
“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”
“You know why, dumbass.”
You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”
“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.
Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”
You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”
“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”
With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.
“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”
Giyuu Tomioka
(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)
You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.
You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.
You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.
“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.
You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.
Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.
You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”
“No.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”
“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.
“Sleep together?”
“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”
“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.
You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?
“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.
“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.
Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.
“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”
“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.
“Giyuu…”
“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.
“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.
The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
“You.”
“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”
“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.
“…Why?”
“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.
Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.
His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”
“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.
You gazed at him in surprise.
“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
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Taking the Plunge Part 3
Part 2 here
After the mall event Luke and I really hit it off. We spent a few weeks online exchanging photos and he would set me little challenges for the day. He had a real fun sense of humour and so they would always be interesting. Every few days I would have pizza delivery guys turn up at my place ten minutes after I’d finished a meal. He knew I’d already eaten because we’d just spoken about it but then I’d relent and eat whatever he had sent over. We had one time where I had a little watch he sent over and every time it vibrated I had to drink a pint of milk. I managed to down about 12 pints across the course of the afternoon. With the last four in quite rapid succession. It’s a good job I’m not lactose intolerant or else I would have had some serious trouble. My belly was super swollen that evening! He was clearly stretching me as the challenges were getting slightly harder and with much more food every time.
My belly was growing and responding well. In about 6 weeks I had added 15lbs, all of which was heading to my even meatier belly. It was turning into the exact type of gut I was hoping for. Round and perky. Luke had done a lot of research and so was helping me work on a work out plan plan that would keep me toned but not impede the belly growth too much. I was spending a few hours in the gym every day and a few more hours eating!
We had had a few successful dates as well, a few trips to the cinema where I had obviously eaten my own body weight in popcorn! I’d never let myself eat popcorn like that before, normally only eating it with no toppings as part of a health plan. But eating the sweet buttery popcorn at the cinema was amazing. Luke had snuck in a gallon of milk as well so by the time the film was over I was round and tight and struggling to breathe. There’s something about eating in the dark which makes you not realise how much is going in! We came out laughing and nursing my distended belly as I practically had to roll myself home!
Other than these few dates and the daily online feeding sessions I didn’t really know loads about Luke and yet I was definitely falling for him. He was such a confident presence when I was with him. He was obviously a knowledgable feeder as well, he really did know his stuff about how to get me bloated. The challenges he set me felt fun and spontaneous but I had a sneaking suspicion that they were very tailored and thought through. Whenever I expressed that I was feeling full or a bit sick, he would always know what to do or what to say to me to get me to calm down. He had a few tricks as well to help with digestion and a few massage pressure points which I think helped move food about when I needed the space.
My belly was now starting to be impossible to hide with baggy clothes. People who knew me were staring to talk behind my back and the constant looks I would get from people thirsting after me were starting to dry up. For the first time in my life I wasn’t the focal point of attention wherever I went. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still fucking hot, it’s just when people see the belly first they don’t often see the rest of me. This was starting to dent my own confidence a bit, but at the same time I was loving what I was becoming. In some ways the constant attention was tiring. People treating me like a fuck toy can be fun but also very dehumanising. Attractive people don’t always have the best time in life, no matter what instagram tells you.
Anyway, I decided I wanted to get to know Luke a bit better so I asked him out for a proper date. I booked a nice Thai restaurant near my house which felt like a bit of a risk, being on my own territory, but the food was really good and it meant we could go back to mine afterwards. We met outside and headed in. The waiter took our orders and we set about the task of talking about our lives. I learnt all about Luke’s family and his upbringing. He was the youngest of five brothers, whereas I am also the youngest but with 3 older sisters. He told me about his job as hedge fund manager which I understood about a quarter of. Suffice to say I now know how he had the money to keep sending me pizzas every day! It was good to get to know him more. The starters came, which were delicious, I’m not sure if Luke slipped some of his on to my plate when I wasn’t looking but he flat out denied it with a cheeky smile.
Our mains arrived shortly after we’d finished, mine a duck panang curry with coconut rice and a large bowl of Thai crackers. Luke had ordered a massive bowl of Pad Thai with came with loads of king prawns and chicken pieces. We dove in and the conversion kept on going. It was so easy with him. I felt such a rush of happiness, it was intoxicating. By the time our plates were empty I had hardly even noticed that I’d finished. I leant back, pleasantly full, as our plates were taken away. I could see Luke’s eyes, eying up my belly, not quite as swollen as it usually was but it was a little distended. One of the reasons I chose this place was the portion size. I caught his eye and he grinned wickedly. I was definitely ready to go back to my place to get to know him even better. I caught the waiters eye to get the bill and he looked a bit panicked and dashed off. A few moments later he came back carrying bowls of food. He put a duck panang in front of me and a Pad Thai in front of Luke and rushed off again before we could say anything.
‘What’s happening?’ I said to Luke, laughing
‘I don’t think he realised we’d eaten?’ He said.
The smell of the food was incredible. It was so good the first time round. I stared at the food for a little while.
‘We should tell him. I’ve worked in hospitality and if he gets found out, they’ll probably dock his wages.’ I said, looking for him.
Hurrrying back with the rice and crackers the waiter comes in.
‘I’m so sorry this is so late. Please accept our apologies.’
‘It’s ok man, we’ve eaten already.’ I admit
The waiter looked confused and I start to explain but Luke butts in.
‘What he means is that we ate some snacks at home! We don’t mind the wait! Honestly it’s fine!’
The waiter‘s confused look vanished and he nods and walks away.
‘What are you doing?’ I hiss ‘He’s gonna get in trouble’
Luke smiled and took two fifties out of his wallet and put them underneath his plate. ‘Don’t worry, I tip well. Now, are you gonna show me what you can do or what?’
It slowly dawned on me what he was suggesting. He wanted me to eat the second meal. We’d agreed that tonight wasn’t going to be about gorging, but this was a fortuitous accident. To be fair, it wasn’t really a lot of food in some respects. He’d gotten me to eat way more than this before on several occasions. I smiled in agreement and lifted my chopsticks conspiratorially and started to eat. The curry was the perfect heat for me, spicy enough that I could feel the burn but not so hot it was unpalatable. And the duck was so succulent and tender it practically melted in my mouth. As I set about my task of clearing my plates Luke slid his own bowl over in front of me. Now we were talking!
I alternated between Pad Thai and Panang, shovelling the delicious noodles into my mouth whilst scooping up the curry and rice with the crackers. My stomach felt stuffed already but this really felt like I was loading myself up. Feeling my skin stretching out the material on my shirt was becoming a familiar feeling and one I was definitely not bored of. The tightness of it, highlighting how much food I was packing into myself. Lost in my own greed I ate for a good twenty minutes, spurred on by gentle encouragement from Luke. At some point he had slid his leg over to mine to make contact and had been slowly rubbing my calf ever since. This contact might not sound much but it gave me reassurance that I wasn’t in my own. Towards the end I began to slow. The curry and rice gone but a fair bit of the noodles remained. I’d finished the meat near the beginning and what was left was beginning to slow me down. It sat up straight and leant back, the fun tightness now feeling like uncomfortable constriction. I wished we weren’t in public so I could just take the shirt off but that wasn’t really an option right now.
As I rubbed my swollen stomach up and down, I felt stuffed. Luke looked at me with very earnest approving eyes and smiled, showing me his dimples. As I looked at him I noticed how attractive he was. I’d seen him before but it felt like this was the first time. His slightly messy hair framing his well defined face. I’d not realised before but the pale skin on his nose and cheeks were lightly covered with freckles. His messy stubble was actually fairly well trimmed and neat, another indicator of his carefully chosen style.
‘You’re hot!’ I stated, belching under my breath
‘So are you!’ he laughed. ‘And your getting hotter by the pound’
I surprised myself and I actually blushed at that comment. I’m not a bashful guy at all. Normally,I don’t have to do much to get laid. I just pick someone and let them know what’s going to happen. With Luke it felt like he was pursuing me and I was enjoying it! I picked up my chopsticks again and started eating the final few mouthfuls. I finished and dropped the sticks. I was full!
Being this full makes me a little dozy and I don’t remember much about paying, which I’m sure Luke did. I remember offering him a coffee back at my place and we we’re definitely going in the right direction so something must have gone well. At some point Luke had slipped his hand into mine and was gently rubbing my belly with the other hand which felt so good. The skin on my belly gets super sensitive when I’m bloated and his touch was electricity across my stretched skin. I was coming round a bit and had been enjoying the chat a little more when suddenly I heard a voice that I recognised. It was one of my buddies from the gym. I’d not seen him for ages as he’d been away but there he was in front of me. My stomach dropped as the thing I was worrying about, was happening. How was I going to explain this? We exchanged pleasantries and his eyes dropped down to my swollen gut.
‘Holy shit Caleb! You’ve put on a bit of timber there haven’t you?’ He exclaimed.
There was a pause that probably only lasted a few seconds but to me it felt like hours. I was suddenly painfully aware of my own bloated belly and thickened frame. It was as if my consciousness slipped into my stomach. I felt every morsel of the three meals and one and a half starters I had pushed inside myself. I remembered not skimping on my lunch at home earlier in the day as well. I was such a pig. My face flushed with embarrassment and everything in me wanted to hide myself away and never come out. Luke’s reassuring hand squeezed mine gently and I felt myself coming back to earth. It was as if my strength came back to me via that point. I looked at this guy and simply said ‘Thanks!’ And put my hand to my belly and gave it a little jiggle. He was a bit taken aback but he had no idea what was going on and so made an excuse and carried on his way.
We walked in silence for a little while, Luke patiently waiting for me to pull my thoughts together. We didn’t speak until we had got back to my place and I told him to sit down on the sofa. I threw my keys on the side and moved through to the kitchen. When I came back I had two large tubs of ice cream in my hands and Luke smiled back. I’d explain everything to him in the morning but now wasn’t the time for reflection on my feelings, now was the time for filling the gaps!
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Prisoner-Part 8
This one ended up being longer than I planned for it to be XD But it was very fun to write, so I hope you enjoy these twisted demons as much as I do!
@thattiredanimator1t0mblr @serenitydusk @viciouslyyearning
Tw; swearing and blood (yandere typical stuff)
Word Count: 1,680
“YOU FUCKING WHAT?” Anti went to lunge at you, but Dark stopped him. Anti fought, and thrashed at him, as electricity emanated from his body. “LET ME GO!” Dark had his arm wrapped around Anti to prevent him from doing anything rash. You were grateful for that, but it was still terrifying.
“Anti. Calm down.” Dark’s words were TOO calm. It only served to make you more afraid…something was seriously wrong here. Dark’s aura was everywhere, and you felt his energy. Angry, sad, but composed nonetheless. Then it shifted into something…different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was quite frankly terrifying.
“I-I’m sorry…I want to go home. Now.” You said, trying not to show how completely anxious you were at that moment. Would they even let you go home? What was waiting for you when you got there? You weren’t even sure how long it had been…was your boyfriend worried about where you were? Surely it had been at least a few days.
“If that’s what you wish.” You looked up to Dark to see him smiling. A guarded smile, trying to hide his real feelings from you. What was even more concerning, was how Anti stopped fighting Dark to glare. As they shared a look, something clicked and Anti stopped fighting altogether. “I will grab your things, and you’ll be back to…your boyfriend.” He nearly spat the word.
Anti walked a few paces, then completely disappeared. But you were more excited than anything. You could go home! You missed your boyfriend so much…but you barely had time to think about it with how crazy and chaotic this whole situation was. They were…really gonna let you go? After all this, they were going to send you back home? It didn’t click right, but you had hoped it would be fine.
Dark walked closer, and he looked a little TOO composed. You kind of crushed his heart…you felt bad initially, but you loved your boyfriend. All you could do was hope Dark and Anti would understand. Your time with them…has been hit or miss. They’re angry, they’re excited, they’re quiet, they're loud. You never knew what you were getting yourself into with them. To think they’d be livid was no far stretch, but if it meant you could go home…then you’d deal with the confusion and guilt. It’ll be okay!
When Anti returned seconds later, he tossed the few belongings you had here at your feet. Dark looked irritated at the action, but walked up to carry those belongings to you. A scoff from Anti, as you stood there confused and maybe even a little nervous, while the two displayed their opposite personalities. One being collected, the other…being completely unpredictable.
However the second you blinked after picking up your belongings, you woke up at home. This was it! You were really home! The excitement was overwhelming. You really hope you didn’t lose your job from being gone so long…and hopefully J wasn’t mad if you weren’t answering his calls or texts. Speaking of which, your phone was ringing while it charged next to your bed.
You jumped up to grab it, and smiled wide when you saw J’s name pop up. He was calling you! It seemed like it had been weeks at least since you talked to him. Even a little giggle left when you answered the phone. “Baby! Oh my god I’m so sorry, I missed you so much!” You couldn’t help but laugh, especially when he laughed too.
“What are you sorry for? We talked last night right before bed!” He laughed again, and said back, “Though I also missed you too! One day we’ll be able to live together and spend every single morning waking up, cuddling in bed.” J sighed happily at the thought, but you were too confused to reply just yet.
“Last…night?” You frantically checked your phone. He was right. It had only been one night's rest since you went to the void…since you saw Dark and Anti. It couldn’t have been a dream…you remembered everything so vividly. “Uh, sorry. I’m just being a bit silly…” You let out a nervous laugh, and hoped he’d drop it.
“You don’t sound so good, want me to come over?” He sounded as concerned as ever, “If something’s going on you can tell me.” You could practically hear the worry in his voice, and the pleading eyes of him that always convinced you to tell him anything and everything. “It’s okay. I’ll come over anyways, I can make you breakfast and we can talk about it!”
With that he ended the call, and you didn’t know if you should be relieved or nervous. How could you possibly tell him? That those two demons held you captive and wanted to court you? Both being terrifying in their own ways? There was no way to logically explain it, and J wasn’t one to believe in demons and that kind of stuff. You didn’t necessarily believe either, at least…not as much as you believed now.
You sat and waited, knowing he wouldn’t be too long. Trying to think of a way to explain it without sounding crazy proved to be difficult…but you couldn’t lie to him. You loved him, but if he said something like what you had to tell him, you wouldn’t know what to say or do either. Maybe it was just a dream…a really weird one that made you feel helpless. What if they were real and tried to come after you for turning them both down?
With a knock at your door, you ran up to it and swung it open excited to see J after so long of being held by those demons. Even if for him, it had only been a few hours. You had a smile on your face, and were fully prepared to tackle him to the ground right there in your doorway. However what you saw, you never could have been prepared for.
Dark and Anti were there, with Anti holding J tightly around the back of his neck. J looked awful, blood dripping from his nose and forehead, and bruises covering his arms. It made you take a step back in shock and terror. That feeling only intensified when you saw the wicked grin on Anti’s face. If you had any doubts he was a demon, they were laid to rest. It was hard to believe anyone or anything can look so…wistfully happy and evil having hurt someone.
“W-What are you doing!? Don’t hurt him, please!” Tears fell down your face, and Anti looked angry as can be, hearing your words. You didn’t want this! You loved J, was it even really him that you talked to on the phone? Or was it a trick from these demons? Part of you hoped it was the real J, but you couldn’t be too sure. Not at all.
“Just proving a point, darling.” Dark spoke, with a small smile on his face. But even his smile was warped and twisted. It might have been warm in any other circumstance. But the two of them had hurt your boyfriend. The man you loved so dearly. “We told you, no one can protect you better than us.”
You backed up further and further, until your back hit the couch in the living room. “Stop…please…” Was all you could say as they threw J down to the ground in front of you. He couldn’t even speak, with his busted lip and glazed over eyes. He was still alive, his grunts of pain and labored breathing proved that. “J!” You screamed and almost went to kneel down and help him, but one look from the demons stopped you.
“Anti.” Dark said, and gave the other demon a look. You couldn’t decipher it, but when Anti smirked it meant nothing good. “Go ahead.” He continued. Go ahead with what? Something told you neither you, or J would make it out of this safely.
Anti made direct eye contact with you, with that evil smirk on his face. He pointed one singular finger towards J, in the shape of a gun. He let out a “bang” sound and a ray of lightning shot at J’s head, causing it to burst open. The blood splattered all over your room, and your own clothes and skin. It all happened so fast, and you fell to the ground screaming. You had to look away, the sight too gruesome to even look at for half a second more.
Anti came closer and picked you up roughly, “It’s either me or him.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else is allowed to be with you like that.” He rubbed your back, but it was anything but soothing. “You’re coming with us, you have to make your decision.” He chuckled, and you just continued to scream and sob.
Dark approached, but you could barely see him or Anti through your tears. “You don’t need to make your decision now, we still need to spend more time with you.” He reached over and put a hand on your head. You flinched at the action, and he frowned. “No one will ever hurt you. That’s our promise to you.”
No one would hurt you…how messed up is that? They may not physically hurt you, but you were in turmoil. You didn’t want to accept that J was dead. Even if they didn’t ever physically hurt you, they just proved that they’d hurt anyone who was special to you. With that thought, you had no choice but to go with them. If they could kill J, they could kill anyone else in your life. You couldn’t live with that…
You became emotionless, and simply nodded. “Okay…” was all you said. It made them smile, but you felt…nothing. Only small traces of fear. They would take you back to the castles, and “protect” you as they put it. But all you wanted was to be in J’s arms again. Kiss him, hug him, anything. But he was gone.
And he was never coming back.
#tw; swearing#tw; violence#yandere! king! antisepticeye x reader#x reader#yandere! king! darkiplier x reader#jacksepticeye egos#markiplier egos#yandere x reader#gn reader#anti x reader#yandere! king! anti x reader#yandere! king! darkiplier#yandere! king! antisepticeye#yandere! king! dark x reader
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Being with Valkyrie headcanons ❤️
Warnings: smut below the cut, straps, oral , rough sex, king stuff, fluff and suits. Fluff and stuff i guess
A/N: this was fun to write
18+ content below the cut , Minor do not interact or you will be blocked <3
Happy reading Besties
Meeting Valkyrie when she was on Sakaar
She vowed never to fall in love with anyone else after Hela had wiped out her sisterhood and lover.
was hesitant at first to talk to you but got comfortable when she realized Hulk liked you as well
Hulk seemed like a good judge of character and he was right as you got close
You were with her as a friend, supporting her on sakaar as a scrapper, joining her on the revengers team to being there when Thor assigns her as the leader of New Asgard.
Everyone assumed that you have been dating all this time due to how close you quickly got
She asks you out after 1 year of being friends
A good 2 years after she became the king of New Asgard, she decides to ask for your hand in marriage
Took her awhile to see that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you because she was scared of heartbreak but you gave her the time nonetheless
The wedding is very special day and not the typical wedding you’d think of
Exchanging swords with each other during the ceremony
Being the queen of New Asgard
Everyone always jokes about you being the “ perfect housewife “ to the king since you didn’t mind doing all the typical things
You didn’t have to but you loved to do it
Leads to some very 👀👀👀 things happening between the two of you.
Letting your wife use you for stress relief from her hard days as the king
“ My king deserves to get some stress out and i’m here to help with that of course”
her being rough is so yummy <3
You provide a big sense of relief as the town turns from a small village to a big tourist destination in the span of a year.
Going to her office to have a cute lunch date but you end up giving her head under the desk
Literally one of her advisors comes in to talk about the ragnarok play and is blushing like crazy at what the fuck is going on
Cockwarming her at your shared home everywhere and i mean it when i say EVERYWHERE
“ Love seeing my queen all stretched out on my cock”
Pet Names all of the time
Most of the time she’ll call you darling, honey or something along that line
Her casually fucking you during her meetings
It was shocking at first for her advisors but they got used to it
It got more interesting when Jane arrived at New Asgard and was appointed one of the advisers
Valkyrie in a conversation over building a science museum with Jane but it gets too boring for her so she calls you over so she can use your pussy
“ Your majesty what are you doing ?”
“ using my pet while we talk about the science building ? What else am I doing Jane ?”
SHE OFFERS YOU TO JANE AFTER WHEN SHE SEES HER FRIEND STRESSED OUT
“ Jane, my wonderful queen here would love to help you unwind “
Helping out your wife with any town problems too not just sex stuff all the time
You both shop for her suits in town 😩😩😩
Sparring together before she has to go do king stuff
Weekends with your wife consist of just binging either trashy tv shows or going to watch the plays in town
which you laugh at a lot of the time because the actors the production and Val even laughs about it every once in a while
Valkyrie leaving you in charge of the town every once in a while if she has to help both Thors with some business.
Cute texts when she’s away
Both of you ganging up on Jane to tease her which ends up with the three you fucking
Date nights are a weekly thing with each of you alternating each week who plans it
The cutest couple ever in town
If valkyrie was told about her future she would have believed it but now that she has a happy life and a happy wife, it’s something she’d never want taken away
#lizs writing#Liz thoughts 💭#valkyrie x reader#Valkyrie imagine#marvel fanfiction#valkyrie#marvel imagine#marvel insert fics
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I saw your reblog+tags and I'm curious: how does one play Minecraft with a Jewish twist? :0
Basically, I'm trying to play in a way that corresponds to Halakha (Jewish law), which for now mainly involves trying to simulate Shekhita (Kosher slaughter). I did a lot of research on the requirements for the type of blade (called Khalaf or Sakin Hashekhita depending on who you ask) as well as how it must be used and concluded that only a diamond or netherite sword with sharpness V was suitable for slaughtering a cow (as they deal 10 and 11 damage respectively and a cow has 10 health and it Must be a one hit kill to be kosher, additionally it cannot be a critical hit as that might count as excessive force which is forbidden).
There is so much fun to be had around Kashrut (the dietary laws) in Minecraft. Did you know you're not allowed to eat fruit from a tree until it is three years old? Thus, I can only eat apples from oaks that have existed for 36 lunar cycles (3*12 months).
I've tried playing with "must keep Shabbat" but honestly it's very annoying to once every 7th ingame day just not be able to do basically anything. Pretty much everything that can be done in Minecraft is prohibited on Shabbat, including Mining and Crafting. You can maybe go explore, but you can't take anything with you or pick up anything, or make plans for what to do after Shabbat with what you find, and you can only go by foot, which I think means you're not breaking the prohibition travel, but I'm not sure, I need to look into it. It's possible that enchanting would be allowed if you reaaally stretch the concept and try to define it as studying, which is encouraged on Shabbat. Anyway I'm currently ignoring the Shabbat part because it's annoying to keep track and there's nothing you can really do. (Not to mention if you want to properly observe Shabbat you do so with meals which in Minecraft means you need to fast all week to be hungry enough to eat several meals.)
Once I get a bit more set up I really hope to create some redstone thing at spawn that will count the days for me so I can incorporate holidays. Maybe. It would be fun to build a Sukka (hut) for Sukkot (holiday when you build and live in a hut for a week) in Minecraft, but I might end up just going by the real world calendar to make sure I have time to really celebrate ingame (especially since lunar cycles are 8 days in Minecraft which means I'll have barely any time between holidays, Sukkot alone would take up a whole month).
It's basically a fun roleplay twist and as a bonus I get to research and learn about different Mitzvot (commandments) and Minhagim (traditions) before I'm able to meet a rabbi and incorporate them into my own real life. I love learning about Halakha and Judaism and I love any excuse to ask all the silly questions about it. Like earlier today a friend and I were arguing about whether a gun that shoots blades could be used for kosher slaughter! Judaism is so great and appealing to my autism like it has probably the world's largest collection of commentary upon commentary about how to interpret the rules and what does it all mean and I could spend the rest of my life learning about it and while there are disagreements there's bound to be some answer to any question I have about an ambiguity of a rule and oh my autistic little heart.
But there's some stuff I don't feel comfortable doing yet, even in game, because they feel too important and exclusive to real Jews, such as Tzitzit (knotted strings that are attached to certain articles of clothing) on my Minecraft skin, though I drew on a kipa (traditionally a round flat little hat worn by men) because it is only a Minhag (tradition) and not a Mitzva (commandment) and I wear one in real life. I've been considering making a Mezuza (little container put on doorposts containing an important prayer and marked with the letter ש, it is a Minhag to kiss it when you pass it) by writing the Shema (the aforementioned prayer) in a book and putting the book in a barrel next to the door and then putting a button on the barrel and pressing it to kiss it and open the door, but it might also fall into this category and might have to wait until I'm further in my conversion.
Anyway thanks for listening to me infodump about Judaism, it will happen again. Also there are 613 Mitzvot in the Torah and countless more in rabbinical texts, just so you don't think I'm even scratching the surface here. This is a brief summary of scratching the surface. In Minecraft.
#ask the tooth folk#hoodieimp#Minecraft#Judaism#If you're Jewish and I forgot I'm sorry for explaining Judaism to you I wanted to make it accessible and also infodump#I love Judaism so much hhhhhhhhhhhhh#tw religion#sfw
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hi just went through your block party au tag that is such an interesting and fucked up thing. mind talking more about exile. or the prison. i'm so interested.
ALWAYS. ALWAYS can i just say i was absolutely floored to have this in my inbox its been AGES since ive sat down and thought consistently about block party ...
exile . i cant remember how much ive talked about it ... tommy is more or less banished from the lmanburg House (wilburs house (schlatts house (now tubbos house) )) and is living with dream . dreams house is decrepit but manageable - tommy is contrastingly unmanageable at least in the beginning, trashing the place and causing problems while dream goes out all day to do who-knows-what (probably try to get george out of his awesome acid-based stupor) . tommy is routinely punished for rebelling through increasingly intensive rounds of isolation and destruction of things he owns (all shit we see in exile canonically) .
such an important part of exile is that it all starts small ... tommys got pictures and mementos and junk and of course those go to the chopping block, but the little shit in the beginning is like. throwing out snacks. no hot water. no sitting on couches. no mattress. escalating and getting worse . this stuff evolves from "not being allowed to go home" to "not allowed to leave dreams property" to "not allowed to even go inside". anything he scrounges up or things that ranboo might leave him are destroyed. eventually the awesome dog chain is introduced. the equivalent of tommy waking up drowning in the ocean is tommy also waking up drowning, this time in dreams disgustingly neglected for koi pond (same koi pond he bashed his brains against when dream shot him in the duel) . the timeframe is still wintry, like nov/dec and he still spends christmas out in the snow, this time with stupid dog chain secured, huddled against the locked back door while inside patches purrs and dream plays tommys disc (whichever one he had at that time i cant remember) .
i feel like a big aspect of exile in bp is that for the most part, tommy can still sort of see things happening. hes chained in dreams backyard but if he stretches he can see the cars coming up and down the street, he can hear the shouting from the block over, he can see the neighbors going about their lives and throwing the frisbee for their dogs. hes become an outsider but hes no longer removed in the way he is in canon dsmp
that christmas stream where dream gives him the picture of the lmanburg christmas tree .... haunting lol. idk its the little things . some sort of picture taken of the lmanburgians actually in that little house with the boarded windows and the panelling all smiling with the stupid tree in the middle, just a crappy polaroid or disposable camera pic for him to hold on to .
exile ends with that final destruction of his shit , a suicide attempt via drowning in koi pond AGAIN, and the rediscovery of the knife tommy brought to the first duel which he uses to pry/destroy the base holding the dog chain into the ground & then running off through to snow toward technos house, who in bp is the equivalent of an overgrown eagle scout with an armored jeep (this is the wither) (he ran it into the lmanburg house) and a lot of weapons & you know how the rest of it goes .
for clarification that is meant to be techno but h thought it was dream and said his lord farquaad cut was funny
the prison is such a fun place it is sams basement. heres an image that i sent h months i guess over a year ago
sam padlocks the hell out of the door at the top of the stairs . after the final confrontation which, honestly, was never discussed so we'll have to come back to that one, sam (neighborhood watchdog type) is tasked with taking care of dream and making sure he's unable to harm other members of society. the exile dog chain comes back in order to restrain him and as an added precaution for keeping him away from everyone else. its around his ankle (compared to tommys neck) and he can just barely reach up the stairs with it on.
tommy begs sam to let him visit - sam reluctantly agrees - sam monitors while tommy visits - sams place is attacked - tommy is padlocked in with dream. theres like a doggy door style situation in the door to the basement through which sam can give them food & communicate . this is also how the cat comes and goes - we decided against killjng the cat bc we are pussies so instead it just runs off and dream throws a fit
so in any other situation tommy would be able to evade dream by just living at the top of the stairs, but dream is able to snap the chain during tommys stay and thats no longer an option . tommy cant be let out because dream is no longer secure & his escape isnt a risk theyre willing to take .
so the cat runs off, dream is at his limit, tommy meets an untimely demise (gets his skull caved in either against the unfinished concrete floor or with some miscellaneous basement object following a nice time being flung down the basement stairs), dream refuses to "bury" him and so he isnt revived for a few days (in bp in order to be revived the face has to be covered before the sun rises, idr why we went with that mechanic but it makes for some fun situations ... leaving bodies unburied OR burying they incompletely can make for some fucked up revivals, see cfundy/ckarl/cwilbur-to-ghostbur)
idk i dont know what else to say. tommy is stuck in the basement of a man he trusted with the person who tortured him and is completely helpless unless its grappling with his bare fucking hands, which it eventually becomes and even then hes just not strong enough . the inside of his mouth is absolutely shredded by his braces. the basement smells like death for months.
#dsmp#asks#block party#this took so long ... its been SO LONG#i missed her#character death#its so fucked it haunts me actively. i think a lot about tommy & techno during that post exile sprint
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The Portal Home is Built With Roadblock Chapter 26 - Homestretch
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And this chapter has new ref sheets for Chula!
Chula spends a little time with the boys before she goes home. And she makes a decision.
“Seriously. We were on an Earth, with pizza, for a month!” Mikey threw his hands in the air dramatically. “How did we never get you any? Leo told us that you don’t have pizza in space and we never once order in!”
Chula shrugged, “Must’ve slipped our minds between the whole kidnapping thing that happened.”
“Which I would prefer we did not talk about! Thank you very much!” Donnie shouted from his seat.
“Can you guys chill?” Raph grumbled from the middle of the transport. “Raph’s trying to drive responsibly.”
“You mean grandma slow!” Leo gripped. “Dude, I haven’t had a creepy supreme in over a year! Step on it already!”
Mikey pulled a face at the mention of the ‘creepy supreme’, sticking out his tongue, “Why do you even like that stuff?”
“Predator turtle brain,” both Leo and Donnie answered in unison.
Chula chuckled, shaking her head, “You think we should let this Hueso fella know that Leo’s, ya know, not dead?”
“Why spoil the surprise?” Leo asked. “I think it’d be kinda fun to just do my normal thang.”
“You don’t know how to tell him without it being weird and sad so you’re springing it one him instead,” Donnie said.
“Hey!”
“Okay! We’re here!” Raph jumped up from his seat, clapping his hands together. “I’m thinking an extra large creepy supreme for me.”
Mikey gagged.
Chula snorted, dutifully following the boys off of their tank and into…a narrow alleyway with a, frankly, ridiculous amount of graffiti. She still walked into it, even as she eyed the overflowing refuse bins and tiny scavengers, “Seems like an odd place for a canteen.”
“Well, ya know, can’t make it too obvious. Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret restaurant,” Leo strode up to a particularly heavily painted stretch of wall, popping a hand on his hip as he looked it up and down before spinning and falling backwards.
Right through the wall.
Chula jumped forward on instinct, claws snapping out to pull Leo back. But she stepped partly through with the action. Color and noise exploded around her in bright gold lighting and dusty old brick.
She blinked a few times, eyes scanning over the dozens of- yokai, Leo had said they were called?- that occupied the space, eating, drinking and laughing, filling the space with a cozy atmosphere.
The rest of the turtles scrabbled in behind her, all four moving to ‘present’ the canteen to her.
“Pretty sweet, right?” Leo beamed up at her.
She chuckled, reaching down to ruffle his now very long mask tails, “Yes Verd’ika, it is very cool.”
“Hey sweet,” Mikey pointed towards the far wall of booths. “Our spot is open!”
“Oh yeah, best seat in the house,” Leo pumped a fist before grabbing Chula and tugging her further into the canteen.
When they got closer, it became clear why this was the turtles favored spot.
It was a simple booth overall but one thing that made it different was the fact that the table was off center. The small change meant one side could accommodate the three smaller turtles and one could easily fit Raph and all found would be perfectly comfortable.
And, in today's case, a Mandalorian hybrid as well.
Leo pretty much launched into a seat, followed closely by Mikey, both giggling and shoving each other. Donnie and Raph settled in much more calmly, shaking their heads at the other two’s antics.
Chula started to sit as well, when a feeling crawled up her spine.
She didn’t know if it was Lasat instinct or Mandalorian training, but she always knew when someone was staring at her. And sometime after the fourth time Leo got kidnapped, her sixth sense extended to him.
So when the feeling of eyes linger far too long started to make her fur stand on end she paused, slowly turning to scan the room.
She found the guilty party easily, because he was literally standing in the middle of everything.
But when she spotted him, she had to do a double take.
Then a triple.
Because, yes, Leo had told her living skeletons were a thing here and the proprietor of Run of the Mill was one of these living skeletons. But even with that prior knowledge, actually seeing an actual skeleton, standing in a dark suit and hat holding a little book and pen, made something in her brain screech to a halt in shock.
But if that skeleton was who she thought he was…it would explain the staring.
She turned back to the group, sliding into the booth and lowering her voice, “Out of curiosity, how close are you to that Hueso fella?”
“Oh, me and Mr. Bonsey are great friends! We even went on an adventure one time and I helped him reconnect with his brother and I totally saved this place from disaster to help him out.”
“I helped that time, ya know,” Mikey grumbled, crossing his arms.
Leo flapped his hands dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, we learned a lesson about teamwork and healthy sportsmanship…why do you ask?”
Chula’s ear flicked, listening to the squeak of leather shoes on hard flooring as someone started to advance on the booth. She grinned and raised one hand to point.
Leo frowned, slowly turning to see where she was pointing. And she could see the moment he saw the bone-man coming at the table, literally seconds before the said table shuddered from a bony hand slamming down on it.
“If you think this is a cute prank kid, I’m going to ban you.”
The entire table stared for a moment, with a mix of surprise and shock at the statement.
Leo blinked, brow pinching, “Wow, okay, I knew this was gonna hit hard but wow, did not know you cared that much boss.”
“Pepino,” Hueso probably meant to growl the word out but he sounded almost choked up to Chula.
Leo was quick to keep talking, going a mile a minute as he explained, “Okay! I didn’t set up a prank or anything. I got portal jacked into a completely different dimension. Technically twice but one was kinda on purpose but, anyway, it took me awhile to get back and first thing we needed to do was make sure my rescuer had a slice of proper pizza from the best spot in town. Did you know they don’t have pizza in space? There is no pizza in space man!”
Hueso frowned, finally looking around at the rest of the table and, by extension, at Chula. She smiled, trying very hard to not wonder how a face made of bone was so damn expressive.
His…eyes? -eye sockets? How did expressions work when someone didn’t have any skin?- narrowed as he looked her up and down. She sat back, waiting for his appraisal to conclude, very aware that Leo was watching the interaction with bated breath.
His face was still pinched as he slowly turned back to Leo, “...she won’t cause any problems, will she?”
“You kidding?” Leo chuckled. “She is, like, the chillest person you’ll ever meet. Chill as ice, as a cucumber, cooler than an icy cucumber-”
Hueso sighed and pinched his nose bridge as if he was annoyed. But Chula smirked, seeing some tension leave the man's shoulders, “Haven’t changed a bit, have you pepino?”
“Nooope!” Leo said proudly. “And since we cleared all that up, how about some pizza? My friend here has never had it and I haven’t had a decent pie in ages!”
Hueso sighed again but he was smiling softly as he whipped out his pad and pen again, “What are you niños wanting today then?”
The boys almost instantly started talking over each other, rattling off their orders so quickly, Chula didn’t catch most of what they said. But the chaotic mix of voices didn’t seem to throw Hueso in the slightest. His pen was practically flying and his small smile grew wider and wider with every moment. He was beaming when he finally left the table.
“I think he missed you,” Chula commented lightly.
“Yeah,” Leo murmured. Then he shook himself, plastering a smile on his face, “I mean, yeah, duh, of course he missed me! I’m basically his favorite customer.”
The other turtles collectively groaned, with Raph even mumbling a quiet, “You’re definitely not even close, dude.”
Chula chuckled, folding her hands on the table, “Tell me again, how did you all even find this place?”
“Oh now that’s a story!” Leo beamed, happily launching into the story of how they’d happened to see another yokai going in years ago and had naturally followed her..
She smirked when Leo tried to claim he had been dominating the ‘Maze of Death’ that the place had and his brothers were quick to correct that they’d all done awful in it when Hueso returned with several pizzas.
The smell of cooked cheese and bread hit her nose. Her ears flicked up in interest at what she assumed to be the creepy supremes, covered in small, squirming tentacle creatures. Two more joined those, with much more tame and not alive toppings. Mikeys had a yellow fruit mixed with chunks of meat while the one Leo had ordered on her behalf had a bunch of thin, round slices of meat and what looked like peppers.
She took another sniff of the air before grabbing a slice, mimicking the boys as they started to dig in. She could feel when they all paused to watch her take a large bite out of the pizza.
The explosion of cheese and spice on her tongue made her ears twitch and a happy, high trill to burst from her throat.
“I knew you’d like the spice lovers!” Leo crowed happily.
“Mikey,” Chula swallowed and beamed at the box turtle. “You’re teaching me how to make this.”
Mikey grinned back, eyes shining, “Yes! We’ll make you a pro pizza chef in no time!”
Chula took another bite of pizza, reveling in the clash of flavor that burned her throat and made her taste buds sing.
“Try this too!” Leo scooped us a slice of his creepy supreme as passed it over the table.
Chula happily took the slice, crunching down on the little creatures and through the thick crust.
She definitely couldn’t leave until she learned all she could about making pizza from Mikey. The clones would love this stuff.
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Chula raised a brow at Donnie when she saw where he did his shopping, “This is a refuse-yard.”
“And I recall Leo saying that you traded scrap for extra money.”
“...you know what, fair.”
Donnie smirked and activated his battle-shell to boost himself over the fence. Chula rolled her eyes and manually vaulted over after him, “I thought you said you had what you needed for the last touch-ups on the Tortuga.”
“Technically,” Donnie stressed out the word as he hovered between piles of trash. “I could use my current martials to just replace the generator prongs, but I would also like to upgrade the positioning array! It was a bit of a rush job and we’d already used most of our resources on the ship. And since you don’t seem to be in much of a hurry, now is as good a time as any!”
Chula hummed, trying to ignore the comment about how she wasn’t pushing the timeline up. She probably should be but…Astra could look after things for a bit longer. Chula was just…making sure Donnie didn’t burn himself out or anything.
Plus, she had to have a chat with that Berry person. And she’d told Mikey he could give her armor a new paint job.
So she shrugged and started picking through a pile of rusted transport parts, “And you definitely needed me for this, huh?”
“What-oh, yeah, of course I did! Why wouldn’t I need the help? We’ll be carrying a lot of materials back to the lab and I clearly need help with that and you’re clearly the strongest one among us at the moment! Therefore it was not weird at all for me to request you help on this mission! Yes, nailed it, perfect story.”
Chula chuckled and moved to loom behind Donnie and give him a very flat look, “Donatello. You can just say ‘I wanted us to hang out one on one’.”
“Whaaat, that, me, no, why would I think that? What would-,” Donnie paused. “....maybe.”
Chula cackled then, reaching down to ruffling Donnie’s mask tails before moving away again, “Leo was right, you’re an awful lair.”
“SCOFF!” Donnie cried indignantly. “I am excellent at deception!”
“Uh-huh,” Chula nodded, moving further away to dig into another pile. Donnie was ranting but she let the words wash over her, only really paying attention to his voice and where it was coming from.
It was actually pretty easy to keep tabs on Donnie. The kid liked to talk, even if his audience wasn’t fully listening. So she wandered around, quietly digging through piles of metal to find all the things Donnie wanted them to get.
Her search took her a bit further than she had meant to wander away but she could still hear Donnie, now fully momologing to himself, so she wasn’t worried. Her ears flicked forward in interest when she spotted a dented terminal jutting out of a pile of plastic bags. She dragged it out to start prying open the casing and see if any of the internals were salvageable.
She froze before she could even dig her claws into the terminal seams.
Because the scrapyard had suddenly gone very quiet.
Chula spun and spinted back to where she’d last heard Donnie, quietly hoping that he’d just paused in his rants for air.
Her ears twitched when she picked out voices again. Voices, more than just Donnie. And she didn’t recognize any of the voices as Donnie.
She crouched as she got closer, using the piles of trash and shadows to conceal herself as she peered around a corner.
Then she frowned at the scene before her.
Donnie had, in fact, been joined by some new people, three teenagers if Chula was guessing correctly. The girl of the group was talking, ranting almost, waving her hands dramatically along with two wrist tablets that covered her lower arms. The design reminded her of Donnie’s but it was bulkier and more bells and whistles were sticking out of them.
And speaking of Donnie. Chula’s confusion doubled at the almost bored expression on his face. He even rolled his entire head when the girl held out her arms to show off her tech, “I would be flattered by the imitation if it wasn’t so….rudimentary.”
“Oh, but I’ve made some additions of my own!” The girl said, hands flying as she started tapping the screens.
Chula’s hackles rose as dozens of purple flying droids seemed to appear from nowhere, circling around the group. Donnie still didn’t look concerned but Chula’s hand moved to her hip anyway.
“Now,” the girl continued, steeping her fingers. “Since our last encounter we looked into the parts that you stole-”
“Borrowed,” Donnie interrupted.
“Stole,” the girl countered back. “Face it Von Ryan, you’ve stooped to our level. But what I want to know is. What oh what are you trying to build?”
Donnie scoffed, “Even if I told you, that project would be far past what you could comprehend. So, if you're done showboating, I really need to get back to business.”
The girl's face pinched in anger, jaw tensing as her hand moved to one of the wrist tablets.
Chula bared her teeth and moved.
She hadn’t armored up fully for this little outing, but she had brought her weapons. And it turned out, Earth droids were very breakable.
The three humans jumped and screamed as her blaster blots rang out, knocking the droids out of the air. Donnie didn’t scream but his shoulders did jump when the first bolt screeched through the air.
Chula paused when the last droid hit the ground, carefully lowering her as she slowly moved her gaze to the three teens.
They stared back, eyes wide as each scanned her up and down.
The skinny one with glasses broke the silence, “Nope!” he spun, sprinting for the fence while chanting. “Nope, nope, nope, no thank you! I’m out!”
“Hey! Wait up!” the other boy scrambled after the first.
Much to the girl's dismay, “Hey! Get back here you two!”
Neither boy listened to her, both far too busy climbing the fence and running as far and fast as they could.
Chula cleared her throat, turning to Donnie, “Is there a problem here Edeemir’ika?”
“...I could have handled that,” Donnie grumbled.
Chula hummed and looked back to the girl.
She’d turned back to Chula, eyes going wide again as she started to frantically tap at her tablets.
Chula’s eyes narrowed and she took a step closer, growling out, “Are we going to have a problem kid?”
The girl swallowed, looking down at her tablet then up again, “T-this is none of you business, ya know!”
“Oh, it became my business when you threatened my kid,” Chula bared her teeth in a wide grin and moved fully out of the shadows. “So like I asked. Is. There. A. Problem?”
The girl took a step back.
Donnie snorted, leaning against a rusted transport, “I’d start running if I were you Kendra. Miss. Verd has a very ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.”
Kendra looked between Donnie and Chula, taking another small step back.
Chula advanced, letting a growl rumble up her throat.
That got her moving. Kendra spun and started booking it, calling shrilly over her shoulder, “This isn’t over Donatello!”
“Yeah, yeah, vengeance, payback, other…speech about how I’m gonna pay,”
Chula huffed, stowing her blaster and moving to stand Next to Donnie, “Are they an issue a lot?”
“Hardly,” Donnie sighed. “They were barely a challenge for me before I tapped into my ninpo. Now they’re a minor annoyance.”
Chula hummed, watching Kendra scrabbling over the scrapyard fence.
She felt Donnie looking at her. She dipped her head to meet his narrowed eyes, “What?”
“I was under the impression that kids were not a group you would fight. The Purple Dragons are annoying but hardly worth a rule exception.”
Chula nodded, “Yeah but they don’t know that, do they?”
Donnie blinked.
Then started cackling, “Oh I am so glad you accompanied me!”
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“Chula, Chula, Chula!”
Chula paused so the orange and green blur heading her way could launch himself onto her back. She was a bit surprised when Mikey kept going, climbing over her shoulder, but she put her arms out so that when he tumbled fully over her shoulder he landed safely.
He was beaming, almost vibrating with excitement and clutching one of his sketchbooks, “So, I remember you said I could give your armor new paint and I was brainstorming and I got the awesomest idea! I made some inspo designs we can look at and I can go get metal paint tonight and we can paint it super soon if we narrow down the design asap.”
Chula hummed and started walking towards the common area, “So basically, you want me to look over the designs now.”
“Mmmmaaaaybe!” Mikey hunkered down in his perch.
Chula snorted but plopped down in Raph’s beanbag chair, adjusting her hold so she could better look at the book in Mikey’s lap. “Well, let’s see it then Tranyc'ika.”
Mikey paused, hand frozen as it went to open the book, then tipped his head back, “Tra-nechie?”
“TRAH-neesh,” Chula corrected.
“Tranyc,” Mikey repeated softly. “I know the ‘ika’ means little but Leo’s never used tranyc. What’s that mean?”
“Well, the literal translation is ‘star-burned’,” Chula said. “But a more common translation is ‘sunny’ or ‘sunshine’.”
Mikey giggled, “I should let you know, I’m usually opposed to being called ‘little’ anything.”
“You’re all little to me,” Chula countered. “You all just itty-bitty lil terrapins.” The statement was accompanied by her squeezing her arms and pitching her voice higher.
Mikey cackled, squirming in her hold, “Okay, okay!” Chula loosened her arms and let Mikey breathe. “Okay, I will allow one exception to my rule.”
“Oh, like I wasn’t going to call you ika anyway,.” Chula gave one more squeeze. “Now, let me see those drafts, hmm? I’m lookin’ forward to that new paint job.”
Mikey grinned, flipping open his sketchbook.
Chula whistled at the first image, an impressive recreation of her helmet in black ink and layed with bold, blue stripes overtop, “You didn’t happen to get a second option on this one, did you?”
“Not exactly,” Mieky fiddled with the edge of the flimsi. “It’s just…we all know you gotta go back to your dimension eventually. And it sounds really dangerous there so I thought, maybe I could put all of us on your armor. That way, we’ll all kinda be with you.”
Chula smiled, heart swelling at the thought Mikey had put into this, “That sounds really nice actually.”
Mikey peered up at her.
She smiled down at him, “You got any more drafts with all your colors?”
Mikey beamed, flipping a few pages until he got to some sketches of her full armor, “I may have made a few versions.”
“Nice,” Chula snuggled down in her seat, pointing to the image of her chestplate, the stripes replaced by orange lighting bolts. “Can you put a star on there? Over the iron heart.”
“Ohhh, yeah, that would look epic!” Mikey whipped out an orange marker.
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“Hey, uh, Miss. Verd?”
Chula blinked, slowly turning to look at Raph, “Miss. Verd? Where did that come from?”
Raph ducked his head in embarrassment, “...yeah, that was kinda weird.”
Chula smiled, taking a little mercy on the kid and patting his arm, “Hey, okay, why don’t you tell me what you want, hmm? I assume that’s what the formality was about.”
“Well…I was just wondering….if you could maybe…spar…with me?”
“Oh is that all!” Chula grinned, slinging an arm around Raph’s shoulders and started walking to the ‘dojo’. “Don’t know why you didn’t join me and Leo this morning if you wanted a spar. But he tends to need an outlet a lot per day so maybe the three of us-”
“Um, actually, Raph just wanted it to be one on one.”
Chula paused, glancing down at Raph. The kid was wringing his hands nervously, eyes fixed on their feet.
“...any reason you want it to be one on one?” She asked. “Because if you had Leo fightin’ with you, let’s be honest, you’d actually have a chance landin’ some hits.”
Raph frowned at that, a cute furrow forming on his brow, “Raph can take you!”
“Oh, ho, can you now?” Chula’s smile turned to a smirk as she pulled away, cuffing Raph lighty on the back of his head before dancing away.
Raph spluttered at the tap, head whipping to where she’d been and then back to her, “We haven’t gotten to the dojo yet!”
“And? Come on, who limits a good spar to one room?”
Raph stammered more, so Chula zipped forward long enough to give him another tap on the shoulder.
That seemed to be enough to snap Raph out of his stupor. He twitched at the hit but when he looked up to see Chula moving away again his eyes narrowed. Chula grinned when he dropped into a ready stance. Her grin got even wider when he moved first, hard and fast and right for her.
She brought her arms up to block, the force of Raph’s attack making her slide back. She dug her claws into the floor and twisted one hand to grab Raphs wrist. He yipped in surprise when she flipped him, slamming loudly onto the floor.
He shook off the impact quickly, rolling away from her and to his feet. He took more castion this time, moving slowly around Chula, eyes flicking up and down, looking for an opening.
Chula’s hands flexed, hackles raising as she waited for Raph to make a move.
When he attacked again, she sidestepped, grabbing the lip of his shell and using the momentum to roll him to the floor again. She pinned him, smirking as he blinked confusedly at her, “Now, why are you doin’ this with me and not one of your brothers?”
Raph’s eyes went wide and he turned his head away, “Uh…Leo said you were a good fighter and-and you’re strong enough so Raph won’t hurt you and my brothers are smaller-”
“Oh like that stops them,” Chula huffed, standing up. “Pretty sure every bad guy you fight on the regular is twice your size. Which makes them at least three times as big as your brothers.”
Raph was back to stammering, trying to look anywhere but Chula, “It’s, um, you know, different! If-if I get too into it I can do more damage and Raph doesn’t want to hurt anyone.”
Chula frowned, crouching down next to Raph, “You wouldn’t ever hurt your brothers.”
Raph flinched at that, sitting up and hugging himself, “....but I have.”
“What? When? Pretty sure Leo would have mentioned that to me at some point.”
Raph huddled into himself even more, “...it was during the Invasion.”
Chula frowned, thinking back and trying to parse out if Raph hurting the other boys was ever mentioned.
“...you cannot be talkin’ about how you got mind controlled by the Krang.”
Raph’s head ducked partly into his shell.
“Okay, no, no. Whatever convoluted bantha-osik you’ve logiced out in your head is wrong. I may not know all the details of that invasion but you know what I do know? You are not responsible for what you do when under mind control. And I have given this talk to way too many clones, seriously, mind control and manipulation weirdly happens a lot in the battalion, so trust me when I say with complete certainty that you, Raphael Hamato, would never hurt your siblings. Ever.”
Raph blinked, jaw opening slightly, then closing again, “...mind control was common with the soldiers you worked with?”
“Yes,” Chula leaned back to sit more on her haunches, tipping her head back with a groan. “Force users, plant spores, freaky worm things, a whole planet that just messed with baselines humans for some reason. Never figured that out, didn't want to figure it out, just sent a big ol’ ‘do not land here’ to the Republic on that one.”
Raph snorted.
“Ah, there’s a smile,” Chula beamed, bumping Raph’s shoulder. “There’s your awesome, toothy smile. Now, are we gonna keep thinking silly things Aranar’ika?”
“...maybe,” Raph peeked up. “I’ll stop if you tell me what aranar means?”
“Oh, look at your pronunciation. Very good,” Chula beamed. “It means ‘defender’. Felt it suited you.”
Raph blinked again, eyes going wide as he looked down at his own hands, “Aranar.”
He smiled and Chula saw his shoulders shimmy a little and a tiny chirp come out of his mouth. She felt a burst of warmth at the reaction and basked in Raph joy at the nickname.
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“Whoa, looking good guys!”
“Right?” Chula twisted at the waist, admiring her armor in a floor length mirror. “We still gotta add the protective coating but I wanted to see it all together. Mikey did amazing.”
She wasn’t exaggerating to Leo in the slightest, she loved the design Mikey had eventually settled on. The chestplate had a massive star over the iron heart, framed by four lighting bolts. The gold on her arm bracers was replaced with bright purple rectangles that mimicked Donnie’s markings. Her backplate had been redone with red spikes and a large Hamato Clan symbol. And her helmet was now adored with blue stripes that were obviously inspired by Leo’s facial markings.
She’d loved it on flimsi and seeing it on her armor made her love it even more.
She did a small spin, showing off the entire ensemble to Leo and Mikey.
Leo laughed, clapping as he approached, “Very nice, very nice. Excellent work as always, Michel.”
“Aw, you guys,” Mikey giggled.
“Just needs one more touch,” Leo said, his expression suddenly becoming nervous.
Chula turned to fully face him, removing her helmet, “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” Leo cleared his throat. “I know Donnie’s hasn’t got the cross-dimensional cell phone thingie done yet but…you know, in case he finishes before you get a chance to visit.”
Leo reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a flat object wrapped in blue fabric. Chula quickly set her helmet aside, opening a palm for Leo to place the object into her hand. She noted with surprise that the fabric was Leo’s mask, the one that he had been wearing when they first met. She handled the tattered fabric carefully, fingers ghosting over the torn edges and old blood stains before opening it.
Inside the mask was a belt emblem, almost exactly like the ones all the turtles wore, only this one was a bit on the larger size. A smile spread across Chula’s face, “This is perfect!”
Chula turned to face the mirror again so that she could fix the emblem and mask to her belt. The metal gleamed as she turned back, popping a hip for extra effect, “This really ties the whole thing together, don’t you think?”
Mikey giggled, nodding enthusiastically, “Oh yea, the whole thing was definitely missing that! Good thinking Leo!”
Leo huffed, folding his hands behind his head, “Duh, can’t be in the Mad Dogs without our emblem. But, you know you don’t gotta keep the mask, right? It was just the closest thing I had to wrap it up.”
“I know,” Chula started to pull off armor pieces and lay them out on the tarp she and Mikey had been using. “But I like it, it gives me some flair, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely!” Mikey agreed as he started grabbing the top coat sprays.
Leo blinked, his smile slowly turning into a confused frown. He looked down at his tattered mask tails hanging from behind the emblem, then back up to Chula.
The smile returned, a much softer, more genuine one, “Happy to help.”
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“So…Barry.”
The yokai in question looked up from his stovetop, “...did you climb in through my window.”
“Yup,” Chula smirked, leaning against the wall. “Wanted us to meet, without the kids.”
Barry wrinkled his nose and turned back to the stove, “Then why not use the door? And if you’re going to break into my residence, at least use my name. I am Baron Draxum, warrior alchemist of the Yokai.”
“Ooooo, well ain’t you fancy,” Chula cleared her throat. “Well I am Chula Verd of Mandalore, multidimensional traveler and honorary member of the Hamato clan. And the one who would very much like to talk about that throwing Leo off a roof comment.”
“I’m surprised the little showman hasn’t mentioned it to you,” Draxum sighed. “I will admit I was not completely in my right mind at the time and I may have taken things to an unnecessary extreme but I created the turtles to be very durable. That fall would have merely injured him, he could have easily- how did you get over here?!”
As Draxum had rambled on, Chula had slowly made her way across the apartment. So when Draxum looked up, she was almost right in his face, causing him to leap back.
She smiled, saccharine sweet, “Oh, well, I guess it’s fine then. He would just get a little hurt if you chucked the kid off a roof.”
She felt a little bit of pride when the aloofness Draxum had been holding finally cracked. His eyes flicked around as she leaned even more into his space, “...clearly, Leonardo has rubbed off on you.”
“We’re both terrible influences on each other,” Chula tilted her head and grinned with all her teeth. “Now, this would normally be the bit where I make you regret messin’ with one of my kids.”
“Your-?”
“But it would upset Mikey. And Leo tells me you’re familiar with the Hidden City.”
“...I am…”
“Greeaaat,” Chula leaned closer, until they were nose to nose. “So, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could find a forge, could you?”
“...not one open for public use.”
“Oh, well then I guess you’re gonna help me break into a forge, aren’t you?”
“...that won’t be necessary,” Draxum managed to souffle away from her and straighten back to full height. “I have one at one of my old laboratories. It should still be perfectly functional.”
“Ah, you don’t want to pull a heist with me…Barry?”
He glared, “Barnor. Draxum.”
“Whatever you say Berry.”
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Two weeks after Chula had brought Leo and his family home, she stood at the ramp of her ship once again.
The Hamato clan had gathered around as well to see her off.
She hugged each tightly, letting the feeling of each embrace ingrain itself into her memory, even Donnie’s brief little side hug.
Leo was the last, fiddling with his hands as he stood before her, “You’re gonna visit us right? Once you make sure everything is okay?”
Chula hummed, crouching so that she was eye-level with Leo, “You know…my dimension, my galaxy. It’s harsh and unkind more often than not, especially to the people important to me.”
Leo frowned, confused.
“I was planning to steal away the entire battalion, ya know. The Republic doesn’t see the clones as people, they wouldn’t have anything to go to after the war ends. What better place to give them a new life than an entirely different dimension?”
She saw the moment her implication clicked in everyone's minds.
But Leo was the one to voice it, “You’re gonna come back…and stay?”
“Yeah,” Chula nodded. “I want to stay close, you’ve all become family to me. Plus, I gotta keep you crazy kids out of trouble.”
Leo launched himself forward and Chula caught him easily, squeezing tightly enough to pick his feet off the ground.
Mikey threw both his fists in the air with a cheer, “We’re getting new cousins!”
“Would you perchance be bringing back the ship your battalion inhabits as well?” Donnie asked.
Chula laughed, giving Leo one last squeeze before dropping him, “Now, Draxum very kindly showed me where to find a forge for a little side project. Just a little trinket for you kids.”
Chula reached into her belt, pulling out her gifts and separating out the one with a blue cord. She held it up, letting the metal visage of a mythosaur skull gleam in the pump station lights.
“Whoa,” Leo stared at the pendant, cupping his hands around it. “What is it?”
“That is a mythosaur skull, one of the few things every Mandalorian agrees on is that it’s the symbol for all of Mandalore,” she placed the pendent into Leo’s hands before stepping towards the others, passing out the rest. “And on the off chance you bump into another Mandalorian, this should be enough for them to keep you on their good side.”
“Reassuring,” CJ huffed as he looped the cord around his neck. “But it looks really cool.”
“Ditto!” Raph agreed as he put his own pendant on, made slightly bigger to match his size.
Chula chuckled, handing the last Mythosaur pendent to April before going back to Leo, grabbing him in another quick hug, “I’m going to come back with my clan. I’ll drag Astra here kicking and screaming if I have to.”
“Looking forward to it,” Leo grinned. “And can’t wait to meet her.”
Chula smiled. Releasing Leo and heading up the ramp. She paused at the top, turning to give one last wave to the kids, “See you all in a few days.”
“Anata wa hitori ja nai,” Leo said, the statement echoed by his family.
Chula paused, “Well, now you get to give me the language lesson.”
“It’s something our family says,” Leo explained. “It means ‘you are not alone’.”
Chula smiled, a warm feeling wrapping around her, “Well then. Anata wa hitori ja nai, Hamatos. I’ll see you all very soon.”
A loud chaos of ‘bye’s and ‘see you soon’s echoed up to her as the ramp slowly lifted.
Chula’s smile grew as she bounded through the corridors and up into the bridge. She could hear the roof whirring open as she took her seat.
The console came alive as her hands danced over it. Her smile became downright manic as she settled into her seat, feeling joy almost buzz in every limb. The ship sang in reply to her excitement, engines creating a wonderful symphony as she lifted it into the air.
She reached over, preemptively plugging in her dimensions coordinates.
Nine-one-seven-seven-two-five.
Home.
“Wonder how much has changed,” Chula murmured as she broke above the clouds and activated the gateway.
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just wanted to say that I love your drawings and I hope I get as good as you some day
thank you very much!! we all start from somewhere
aand my apologies in advance; you probably weren't expecting some incoherent mumbling, but it's been a long day and I'll just say things nobody has to pay this much mind.
I did this one late october in 2013! beautiful, ain't it? I don't even remember this OC at all aside from being a bunny/wolf hybrid, giving her features I liked at the time (yet they're somehow not black and red, I know, it's shocking). I wasn't really well-versed in digital art yet, not that my traditional was much different. used GIMP—which might explain the pixelated grass—and an airbrush at 100% for everything. lines. coloring. absolutely no layer modes/filters.
but, I thought it was very cool back then. it's still pretty cool to me now. my lines were shaky, not necessarily clean, and the year or so with a trackpad was hell and I had actively used a mouse for nearly a decade right after that.
waves hand.
point is, I'm really flattered! that I'm part of your aspirations. I don't really process the extent of my impression on others.
you really don't have to be as good as me. actually, you can be. most likely you will be, probably even better—if it's really somewhere you want to be. just might take time albeit, but I hope that art's fun for you. I wish you the best of luck in your journey at every step—that you develop your style in the way that makes you most comfortable and happiest doing things that also end up in exciting results no matter the medium.
these honestly might seem like empty words since... gestures vaguely. but I really do mean all of them. I had a depressing streak of self-inferiority and deprecation when I was younger. frequently compared myself to other artists in all forms, just in all the bad ways. got bothered tons by numbers and feedback. got even more self-conscious after some light teasing from peers and getting onto a cringe blog. (sometimes I still feel that way when I get really bad.)
that one was a tangent. o|-<
if you ever need someone to cheer you on, I'm here!! I enjoy looking at images. I love looking at art. I love getting to see what others are interested in enough to make something out of nothing with all of their heart and soul. does this make sense? I would have never had such a vehement streak for drawing if it were not for the support back then even among all the Childhood "Angst", so like.
strikes a pose. I'm bad at doing it nowadays, but I don't mind spending the time to give a more sincere compliment (or feedback otherwise, to the best of my ability) if someone has a specific piece—or anything really—that they're real proud about. I have Been there in the pit of zero response leading to zero motivation before even if art is supposed to be for fun and not shared with the purpose of attention but like. it's fun getting microdoses of serotonin for stuff ya know... it's sharing a piece of you...
erm. maybe this has gone on for too long, so I hope this makes somewhat sense. it's just. I would hate someone to be discouraged because of the lack of attention they receive for something they bled their heart over? this is redundant.
whatever the case and however you do it, I really do wish you well. I will Hit and Hurt anyone that would deter you otherwise (even if that is yourself, in which case I would just gently rattle you). we don't know each other I imagine, but still. come to think of it maybe you already ARE happy with your stuff and HELL YEAH that is THE WAY TO GO!!
but I do not know, so I wanted to be safe in the case that it was not.
anywho! to anyone reading this spiel, we do not have to speak about this ever again!! I will probably forget about this tomorrow honestly because that has been the pattern nowadays for rambling at dead o'clock hours.
eat, drink, stretch, and rest; do what you must. I hope that today is yours, and if not, tomorrow. the days after. may they be manageable enough, and I wish you all things good and kind. maybe even a pleasant surprise to shake things up a little...
(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) please take care.
#[inbox]#long post#^ i am warning u i did not proof whatever just came out of my mouth im going back to doodling
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I wish today was longer because honestly I had a great day off. Beyond feeling a little unwell at times I just had a really nice time and I got a lot done and I spent time outside and it was a good day. I miss James but they're on their way home and will be here in a few hours. I just wish I had more time. That's all.
Last night I felt terrible. Everything was terrible I felt awful my body hurt I was not having a good time. When I woke up at 6:00 I did not feel much better. But I was a little more comfortable. My leg still hurt but it wasn't as excruciating. And I was able to fall back asleep until a little after 9:00.
Sweetp was being such a good boy and did not wake me up at all. And when I woke up my neck did not hurt as much and I was in a better mood. My brother had texted me some really encouraging stuff about my art and that felt really nice. And I got up and I started to get ready for the day.
I felt ugly and disgusting. I did not like my original outfit my hair felt bad my face felt bad. I was not doing great but I had to not focus on myself because I had stuff to do. And I would spend from 10:00 a.m. this morning until 2:00 p.m. working on my PowerPoint for camp. It's 52 slides long. And I'm very proud of it.
I started by getting a snack. I had the rest of my guac from yesterday and half of a brownie for breakfast. And I got into laying out this PowerPoint. I have a lot of trouble with blank pages. I've always found it incredibly difficult to start when there's nothing on the page. So I've always been big into just copying pasting something I've already done and adding to and deleting from there. And that worked really well in my favor today. I would copy and paste things from my original document or move things around I was using the clipart from the handouts that there was some consistency and style. And I would copy a slide to the next slide and then just delete the text but have the format. And I was really happy with it and about 2 hours in I was really seeing the progress. There was some research and some image gathering and some layout issues that I was dealing with but I was figuring it out. And it was just really good I was really in a great place.
I took a break for a few minutes and vacuumed to the apartment. I made some soda and I had a good little lay down just to stretch out my back but I didn't want to stop because I was afraid that if I stopped I would lose all motivation. So I jumped right back into it.
And I worked until around 2:00. I did three sections that this PowerPoint is going to take care of. The intro which explains what each program section is has the rules and maps of camp. And then I have my lead section which is about fiber. It used to be called cordage but I decided that fiber makes more sense. And then ends with my quizzo section which honestly took a really long time to copy and paste because I'm not entirely sure how to do animations like old school PowerPoint animations. So instead I did two slides with one having the questions and then the second one having the answer circled. Which I think essentially does the same thing.
I am shocked how focused I was. What really helped me was I found a 4-hour YouTube video to put on to listen to. So I never had to change videos and it was about a book and I love breakdowns of books that I've never read. So this was perfect. And it was a terrible book and the person was making fun of it so that was just funny as well. So I was having a great day.
And once I realized I was basically done this PowerPoint I was thrilled. I was so happy and I felt like I accomplished so much. My goal was to spend one hour a day every day of August until it was done. But I missed Friday and yesterday so I felt like I had to make up for it and I made up for it with a whole extra hour so I'm really proud of myself.
I was feeling really good after that and I decided that I needed to take another shower. And so I took a shower and I had made a conditioner with my blue hair dye in it to just keep my hair looking a little bit more fresh than it has been. I did accidentally spill it all over the tub and then was very frustrated this morning but it was okay. I took my shower and I washed my hair and I felt really good.
I got changed into a different dress and I felt much better about myself. And then I decided that I should go for a walk and knit outside.
First I would go to the Parker across the street but very quickly realized there are no benches there. I don't know why. I feel like there used to be. I know there wasn't many but there seems to only be one picnic table which is up by the bocce ball court. So I kept walking and went towards the Park ave fountain parks.
I had better luck there. I found a bench that wasn't disgusting and sat by the fountain and I knit for about half an hour. Until I got too hot in the sun. I texted James and they were very worried about if I was wearing sunscreen but I was. But I still wanted to get out of the sun because I was too hot.
I decided that I would go and have a late lunch early dinner at brass tap. And so I walked over there and on the walk there I encountered many lantern flies which I have not seen much of so I was chasing them around stomping on them. Because you're supposed to kill them. And I'm sure I looked insane to the drivers going past. I did not run into traffic but I almost did chasing one. I did also come across a bunch of killed ones already. I don't know why they're getting bad again but maybe it's the weather.
I got to brass tap and it was too loud in there. It's always too loud in there. The music is entirely too loud there was only 10 people. Why is it screaming It's 3:30 in the afternoon. But I sat in the window seats and I worked on my knitting and got a sandwich and a soda and the waiter was very nice even though it was too loud to really have a conversation with him. I finished one whole square and started another one. I wasn't in any rush and it was just nice.
After I finished eating I decided to go for a walk and continued walking in the big circle from our apartment to Mount Washington to the armory and back to our apartment. I stopped at the little park across from the Mount Royal train station and sat there on the cement benches that I enjoy. And I knit there until around 5:00. I was starting to get hot and my phone only had 40% battery so I knew it was time to go home.
I did enjoy sitting there and listening to music and knitting and watching the world go by. Not a ton of foot traffic but I still had a good time. And then I walked home. I took a different way than I normally do so I could go past the nursery and all the nice old houses over there and admired there flowers and the yards. And soon I was walking up to my house.
And all of a sudden I was incredibly hot. Just shaky and uncomfortable and overheated. It was like my body weighted until I was home to fall apart. I immediately had draw a cold bath and lay down in it for 45 minutes because I was delirious and shaking. It was horrible. I don't know where it came from but it was not fun. And once I did cool down I didn't join my bath. As soon as I got in the bath I put on when dagoon's video on blood meridian. I had tried to read blood meridian this spring when he first put the video out but I got to the one part with the fortune tellers and I just couldn't do it anymore. It's just so heavy. I need someone to walk me through it. And his video is 5 and 1/2 hours long so I realized if I put it on then by the time it was done James would be coming home because the plan is for them to be home around 10:00.
And so I have been watching their video and knitting and fixing things and working on drawings. I did the drawing for my BMI sticker pack and I made the walrus sticker for Jorge that I promised. And I miss James deeply but it's been a really nice night and I love being alone sometimes. I've always loved my alone time I feel like I can jump from thing to thing and not feel judged and I can walk around and not feel anxious like I sometimes do. So I just enjoyed my evening and now I will wait for my husband to return from sports.
Tomorrow James is coming with me to camp and then we will leave early for my doctor's appointment. I hope that it is a beautiful day. It's raining right now and it seems like this week is going to be very damp. But I'm not that worried. I have positive feelings right now and I'm hoping to continue to carry those on. I hope that you are all wonderful and taking care of each other. Sleep well and stay safe. Until next time.
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Pt. 2 My Little Space Routine 🧸🎀🧁
Ok so after making my first post on me and my little space I definitely feel more comfortable to make more, part of the reason I started this was because I was slipping back in it a few hours ago and couldn't come out of it which led me to panic. But anyway this is my routine down below
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🎀Morning Routine🎀
🎀 Normally I'm super cranky in the morning because I'm not exactly a morning person plus I wake up in a loud, yelling household so ofc, instantly I'm waken up in little space. Luckily, mornings are top tier meant for relaxation sessions when over stimulated:
🧸 I first wake up and try stretching a little just to shake off the grouchiness because my mind instantly enters a 7 year old
🧸 After a little mini stretch I'm ready to start baby talking and my speaking isn't as clear (my family isn't aware I have this so I always have to hide it every chance I get)so I walk a little fast to the bathroom on my tippy toes just to feel a little better
🧸 After using the bathroom, because I have siblings and my parents go to work in the mornings I always have to hurry with my self care, brushing my teeth while dancing in the mirror and taking a nice warm bath always cheers me up in little space and just in general (so relaxing truly 😍)
🧸 When I have it, I try to wear dresses mostly if I find any to wear around the house or some of my most softest clothes, I'm not exactly a sock person with my attire but if I can find my fuzzy/fluffy soft socks then I will wear them (i have these white ones and they are so soft and comfy on my feet)
🧸 Normally in the morning I'm cleaning up and I find myself spacing out often so I always make sure to daydream about happy things (💥my mind can go negative pretty quickly so I always make sure when in little I make sure to think as happy as possible💥)
🧸 After that the rest of the morning towards the afternoon I'm either laying down hand scrolling through my phone because I'm out of little space or if im not or feel scared that I'll go back then I always hug my pillow like you would a teddy bear to keep me calm (I feel this is a little more enjoyable for me then when i am fidgeting with my fingers it's like stimming for me)
🎀Night Routine🎀
🎀 Nighttime I tend to be most awake and not that much in little space anymore. But it's also the most time I spend looking at pretty photos and talking to my friends which will put me in little space so normally what I do is:
🧸 At night I'm the one who has to cook unless my mom is doing something so it's always fun for me (if I'm not interrupted ofc)
(BONUS:to make cooking more fun imagine your on a cooking/baking cartoon its so nice and calming)
🧸 I make sure to take a warm bath because during the afternoon I'm normally drained from all the energy I've been around and it can make me both sleepy and irritated especially if if one of those days where I really went little but I couldn't show it due to the environment
🧸 For bedtime, I try getting as comfy as possible and snuggle in my blanket while watching movies on my TV or phone
🧸 Because I stay up longer at night listening to music is super helpful for me or I'd talk myself to sleep when needed
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When I'm little I definitely try to make it as non noticeable as possible because I don't want people to notice it and start asking questions that trigger it more so sometimes my routine may change, not having a caregiver doesn't make it any easier either since I find myself most vulnerable in my little state which scares me because I know anything can hurt me deeply when like this, but with practice and soothing techniques I'm always able to keep my cool when needed but I just want you guys to know; it's totally OK if sometimes being little makes you feel stuff 1000 times harder or your having a hard time with the world don't let anyone make you feel like your feelings are bad or overdramatic not everyone is perfect and everyone has been a little dramatic at least once so don't feel terrible about that at all, everyone process and let's out there emotions different so never feel ashamed for how you release them (ofc unless it is really bad such as self harm or self harming thoughts I definitely advice and advocate for you to talk to someone you trust if you do get to that point and/or seek professional help immediately if you ever get to that point, everyone deserves to live life to the fullest and be happy and so do you!
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🎀Affirmations For Littles🎀
🧸 I am relaxed
🧸 I am safe
🧸 I am enough
🧸 I am protected
🧸 It is OK for me to be happy
🧸 My mind is always filled with happy positive thoughts
Anyways that's all, tell me what you guys think until next time I will see you butterflies soon I luv youuuu🧸🧁🎀🌸
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i landed in brugge, belgium for 48 hours of rest and.. it was quite surreal i will say. the town was very picturesque, and i felt like i was in the dick van dyke film “chitty chitty bang bang,” wondering if the child catcher was going to come around any of the corners...
(well i wasn’t tooooo far off, some light wikipedia-ing informed me that some of that movie was filmed in places in england which i’ve just cycled through)
all in all brugge was very touristy but a nice rest stop. i did feel weird being there, amongst the masses of tourists, and wondering what we were all doing there, what the place would be without any of us visitors, what it means to pass through a place and why i feel entitled to do so... my body definitely needed some time to recover from the extremes we’d been moving through for the days prior. i tried to harness the leo new moon energy by spending the night in ghent spontaneously, but it made me feel even more out-of-body. the highlight of brugge was while i was slowly cycling around in search of the quietest streets, an older woman with a walker started speaking to me in french. i somehow understood that she was asking for help opening a door, and upon completing the task she blew me a lot of kisses while saying merci merci. i felt i had found my purpose in being there, even if momentarily...
today it was a huge relief to be back on my bike, rested and energized. i’ve gotten used to, and begun to love, the long stretches of paved flat cycle paths along canals and through farmlands, so remote i don’t get any cell service even in the occasional towns. it’s reminiscent of an often referenced childhood dream of mine to have a job where all i did was cycle on a flat paved road (this was originally said while riding on a rail trail in upstate NY). there are lots of other cyclists on the roads, though i seem to be one of the few young people. it’s satisfying to see how fast i can go :) but i miss the challenge of an occasional climb or bit of singletrack. for now, wind will be the the primary foe if anything.
the lack of any sort of border crossings has been notable too - going from france to belgium to the netherlands has been almost unnoticeable apart from the minute cultural and language shifts.
the coast of the netherlands is full of small islands and peninsulas which i’ll be traversing via ferries for the next couple of days. fun stuff!
after gliding along for the next couple of hours, i landed at my campsite for the night. i’m in the backyard of a lovely middle aged woman named joel who collects and sells books in her barn under the name de boekenwurm. my neighbors are two lambs, a dog, two cats, and some chickens. i arrived a bit later than anticipated and she called me sounding worried which was sweet, and then made me tea and showed me around when i got here :’) she’s very kind, and i feel warm and peaceful here, knowing i’m right where i need to be by some magical force guiding me forward. i love the little moments that remind me of that, it’s felt like years since i’ve tapped into it
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