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samara444 · 8 days

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THE 3D DOES NOT FUCKING EXIST.

the 3d is 100% irrelevant. shadow? mirror? delay? FUCK THAT BRO it doesnt even exist! the onlyyy power it has is the one you give it.

you think you fell off? till now u were affirming and persisting but something horrible happened in your 3d and now everything sucks again? congratulations, it doesnt matter, cuz you still have it. you still have your desire.

you fucked up? you have doubts? you start looking at the 3d for validation? congratulations. doesnt matter. I still have what i want.

you felt negatively? you acknowledged the lack of ur desire? you thought whyy is it not here yet? congratulations. doesnt fucking matter at all. i already have it.

spiral. go ahead and cry and whine and have doubts and question if this is real or not. hate everything and feel like shit. doesnt matter baby, YOU STILLLL HAVE WHAT YOU WANT!!!

when we say the 3d doesnt matter. it truly doesnt. the only meaning the 3d has is the meaning we give it.

i felt like i fell off, the month changed and my 3d didnt so i started wondering where is it, why dont i have it, am i doing something wrong, then the intrusive thoughts follow “what if its not real” “omg am i just wasting my time” “what if i dont get it” “what will i do now” you know what i did? i gave myself the biggest smile and told myself….it doesnt matter sam, my love. you still have it. and i dooo. i still do.

you have to understand that this disgusting ass stinky crappy old 3d which is literally a graveyard, an absolute shitshow that does not have anything to do with us, its all the past, its all dead, so it doesnt matter how i react, when i know i have it in my god state, aka my imagination, aka the only true reality, aka the only reality that matters at all.

so you cann spiral. you can fuck up. my god you can have a mental fucking breakdown and ur 3d could turn into absolute shit and ur sp can hate u and ur dad could get cancer and a tsunami could come and world war 3 can start…IT DOESNT FUCKING MATTER!!!! IT HAS NOOOO EFFECT AT ALLL.

take ur power back. literally announce that no matter what this old dead reality shows u, ur life could go to complete shit, trust me that doesn’t matter when fulfillment is present in your heart. ur only job is to have it. stop reacting. stop stop stop reacting and start having, thats where all your power lies and thats the way to pure fulfillment.

-love, samu <3

#law of assumption #law of attraction #desired reality #shifting realities #reality shift #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting community #manifestation #manifesting #law of manifestation #master manifestor #neville goddard #living in the end #23/5/24

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cosmerelists · 2 months

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Stormlight Characters, What Body Part Would You Be Per Arclo's Philosophy?

As requested by @sushi1056.

In Edgedancer, Lift meets a philosopher named Arclo who asks, "What body part do you feel that you are most like? ... Are you the hand, always doing busy work? Are you the mind, giving direction? Do you feel that you are more of a ... leg perhaps? Bearing up everyone else, and rarely noticed?"

Lift gave her own answer (nose), but if others were asked this question, how would they respond?

[I decided to limit this to Stormlight characters but if people enjoy this I'll be happy to try it with other books!]

Dalinar: These days, I suppose I am the mind, as the one who gives direction.

Dalinar: But I think I used to be the teeth: always consuming, always violent, not really understanding why.

Jasnah: I do not think that the mind can be simplified into that which gives direction.

Jasnah: I am the mind that synthesizes, thinks, and remembers.

Wit: Why, the tongue of course! It's my job to say what the king wants to say. And I've known to tell a story or two.

Renarin: Hmmm...the eyes perhaps? I notice.

Rlain: And I would say ears. Because I listen. And not only back in my spy days!

Teft: Knees, I guess.

Teft: Supposed to be helping you walk and stand and lift.

Teft: But knees give out so easily. And nobody wants to have bad knees.

Navani: I'd say hands. I do like to be doing things--making things. I always always "kept busy" by my former husband, but now as an artifabian I am doing it for myself.

Sadeas: The gut. I'm doing things that others see as dirty, but which are in fact absolutely necessary if we want to survive.

Shallan: Eyelids. I want to control what you see--and what you don't see.

Kaladin: I'd be the shoulders, I guess. I feel like a lot gets piled on me. And that I support a lot of people when they can't support themselves.

Shallan: You're muscular...

Kaladin: I am also muscular.

Rock: The arms, I hope! Helping to carry whatever I can, and welcoming everyone in!

Sebarial: The stomach of course.

Sebarial: I just want to be filled with good things, and I don't care if it makes you sick!

Adolin: Well...I guess the feet? In a time when literally everyone I know has amazing powers and I don't, I don't feel like I could be, like, a glamorous part of the body.

Adolin: But I do keep us moving. And I'm here for support.

Vasher: I'd also be the feet.

Vasher: Stinky.

Szeth: I am the nerves--I carry out the instructions from the brain, and I can cause a lot of pain.

Nale: I am the liver.

Nale: I filter out the poison. I do not think many appreciate the work I do, but they would certainly notice if I were to stop.

Lopen: I am the hips!

Lopen: Good at thrusting, and I never lie!

Taravangian: I'd have to say that I am the neck.

Taravangian: Turning the head to make sure it's facing the right direction.

Taravangian: And if I break, humanity will truly be doomed.

Moash: Me? I'm the throat.

Moash: Made to swallow more pain and suffering than I ever deserved.

Moash: So when I choke, I'm taking the whole body with me.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #arclo

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spxdxrpxnk · 11 months

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PAVITR loves you with everything he has, and he knew you loved him just the same.

and.. and that's something he actually kinda hates- even though he'd never, ever say that out loud.

( notes: this is written by a minor, so nsfw/18+/'minors dni' blogs please do not interact with this post! thank you!

this went from a paragraph to 2k words. i am in love with pavitr prabhakar. reblog )

he loved you so much that you were the first person he revealed his secret identity to! ... or- or built that identity with, rather? seeing as he came to you when he first started experiencing spider powers.

peace and quiet was never really a thing when it came to your relationship with PAVITR.

his bright smile and seemingly endless energy was contagious, so you two often got into the craziest of shenanigans when he'd look at you with that glint in his eye and that smile on his face.

you felt like you were ready for anything pav could throw at you.

... but you really weren't ready for things to be sticking to him rather than being thrown at you.

you heard him when he came into your house, heard his polite yet rushed greetings to your parents before he burst into your room like a madman. there was a piece of paper stuck to one of his hands. he looked like he'd just finished a marathon, or just barely escaped a pack of angry dogs, all flushed and panting heavily.

and considering he lived a considerable distance from you but always chose to walk instead of taking public transportation, you didn't doubt he actually ran the whole way.

before you could even get a word out, PAVITR was frantically calling your name, closing your door and locking it and holding out his paper covered hand. you got a peek of it before he started pacing frantically, and saw that it was an essay for the physics class you both shared.

an essay for physics sounds crazy, and.. well, it is, but PAVITR wanted extra credit to ensure a big fat A+ for the class by the end of the semester.

ever the overachiever.

"what do i do, what do i do-" he questioned frantically, shaking his paper covered hand as if it was burned in an attempt to get his essay off. "you see this!!" PAVITR shouted as he stopped pacing and turned to you, showing you his hand again.

you only nodded, pure confusion on your face, before he started pacing again.

"it's finished, all of it, but it won't come off my hand-"

"pav-" you tried to get a word in, trying to think of a question that could clarify any of that, but you were rendered speechless before you could even finish his name.

you watched, in pure awe, as he just.. started walking up your bedroom wall, and began pacing like that.

he'd make it halfway up the wall, frantically mumbling about how he "can't pull it or i'll rip the paper and it's due tomorrow- literally tomorrow morning!!!- and i- she won't give me an extension and-", before he turned and returned to the floor as if it was nothing.

"pav!" you called a little louder, and PAVITR actually froze in his tracks while standing on your wall, like a cartoon character. he had to lift his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with a frustrated pout on his face.

"what??" he asked you, as if you were the one bugging him, when he was getting footprints! all on your wall!!!

and you? you loved him so much that you always worried for him whenever he had to put on the mask to go fight crime, save lives, and put himself in danger to keep the random citizens of mumbattan safe. even kiss a baby or two, when he could be kissing you instead and not some stinky baby, if the day called for it.

and maybe, just maybe, you were a little selfish. but you did have his best interest at heart, and that's what counts.

you always told him to come to you if he had big injuries he couldn't tend to on his own.

you weren't a certified professional, or even studying medicine like that, but.. who needs professional training when you have youtube and a few stolen practice materials from school?

when PAVITR came to you one day with a pretty deep cut on his arm, you were so mad. it was the first time he'd ever seen you so upset at him, and he didn't know what else to do besides apologize. but you were quick to shush him.

"i'm not mad at you, pavi," you said. but the furrow in your eyebrow, the frustration in your voice, and the way you pulled the gauze a little too tight didn't help ease him at all. "i'm mad at the.. the assholes that think it's okay for them for hurt a teenage boy!"

"... everyone thinks i'm over twenty, if that makes it any better...?"

the deadpan look you gave told him 'no, that didn't make it any better.'

"i know you have to be the big tough spidey and keep all the bad guys away, but it sucks seeing you get hurt for people who probably wouldn't even do the same for you. for a bunch of.." you struggled to find the word, pausing with the gauze pulled taut between the blades of the medical scissors from the first aid kit you bought specially for him.

PAVITR really wanted to rub the wrinkle between your brows away, kiss that pout off your lips until you were smiling and giggling, but he loved seeing you like this even more.

when you couldn't think of a word during your passionate rants, you always came up with something so good-

"NPCs!"

'snrk- sounds about right.'

"and you, honey." he reminded you gently, watching as your expression softened with just those three words. you sucked your teeth as the scissors snipped!, severing the gauze around his arm from the very skinny roll in your hand.

and PAVITR knew he got you with that.

he knew, because you always sucked your teeth or scoffed, and then started messing with something to give yourself an excuse to look away from him whenever you got flustered.

you gently tucked the loose strand into the wrapped gauze, patting his now-properly-taken-care-of arm like it was a shiny new car.

he almost, almost complained that you were missing something, before you kissed your palm and softly patted your hand on his cheek in the way that made him giggle and flush a little, because it was so dumb.

and PAVITR loves you for caring about him so much, he really does, but hates how much you do. and that actually makes a ton of sense, if you think about it.

because, well, he loves having you dote and fawn over him; gently reprimanding him for being reckless and getting more hurt than he needed to. you'd press little kisses on his cheek, which would be bruising from a hit he probably could have dodged, to distract him from the uncomfortable sting of the warm, soapy water you were using to clean an open wound.

but he hates that you care so, so much, that you'd run head first into danger for him.

you, who didn't have the super cool spider powers like he did.

you, without the agility, or the heightened senses, or the quick healing.

normal, average you.

you would risk your life for him, just because you didn't like seeing him hurt, even though he'd heal fully within the week while it'd take you months.

he really wasn't paying as much attention as he should have at that moment, PAVITR admits that much.

stopping a gang of armed men from robbing a bank should have had his full attention, but you were there at the time.

he was walking you home when you heard all the commotion from across the street, and you rolled your eyes with a huff before pushing him into an alleyway so that he could change into his spidey suit.

he wanted to show you how effortless it was for him to fight crime and come out unscathed.

so that maybe, just maybe, you'd stop worrying.

he'd disarmed the guys early into the fight, but they were a pretty slippery bunch. PAVITR got most of them webbed to a wall for the police to handle later, which he thought was all of them, and was ready to swing off to change.

but he was still pretty new to being spiderman, and his spidey sense sometimes lacked.

he wouldn't have sensed the guy running at him full force with a bat until it was too late.

you noticed, though.

and you weren't the smartest either here, sure, whatever. yeling at him to watch out, to turn around- almost anything else would have been better than what you did.

which was running at the guy, tackling him to the ground before he could swing the bat.

you had the spirit, you really did.

it took your very surprised boyfriend with his spidey strength and a few other random bystanders to pull you off.

you were really holding your own, just.. wailing on the guy that tried to attack him. wild fists, some harsh kicks to very sensitive areas thrown in there. even a full force headbutt that left the dude with a bloody, probably broken nose and you with a slight headache.

of course, you didn't come out unscathed, and PAVITR wasn't too happy.

thankfully, he can never stay mad at you for too long.

and yeah, he hates when you get hurt because of how much you care for him, sure- but he'll never get tired of the moments you share after.

"to be fair," you'd started, sitting on his bed with him standing in between your thighs as he placed some very soothing healing cream on your bruises.

he was quiet the whole way to his house, and quiet when he pulled out his own first aid kit ( which was way smaller than yours, by the way ). "he would have gotten you right in the head if it weren't for me. i saved you from possible brain damage, don't i get a thank you?"

and man, if looks could kill…

you'd probably be fine, because PAVITR could never bring himself to glare at you with everything he's got.

no, he loves you too much.

instead of the angered, fiery look he attempts, he gives you a look akin to that of a kicked puppy. "thank you for saving me from possible brain damage. my hero." he replies sarcastically, a pout evident in his voice as he applies the last of the cream and closes the tube, tossing it aside to cross his arms at you. "but i really don't appreciate you getting hurt in the process."

you didn't reply immediately, instead staring at him with an overly smug expression that he pointedly avoided, furrowing his eyebrows. before you could open your mouth to say the four words that would stop PAVITR's entire argument before he even started, he basically said it for you.

"i sound like you." he stated defeatedly, which made you laugh at how ironic it was.

PAVITR sighed heavily, head dropping to rest on your chest. you brought up your arm to pat his back. "now you know how i feel." you told him with a mocking voice, which he gave a muffled whine to since his face was buried in your chest. you laughed again, leaning your head down to press a kiss to his pretty head.

"please never do that again." he mumbled, pure sadness in his voice, and you think you can hear your heart break a little. you smile fondly, rubbing circles on his back.

"no promises, sunshine. spiderman has to get saved once in a while, so that his ego doesn't inflate too much."

PAVITR lifts his head to narrow his eyes at you, trying and failing to hold back a smile at the cheeky look on your face. "i'm being serious."

"i am too! i'm telling you, that guy has such a big head, it's a wonder how he gets that headband around it!" you'd tease him, giggling happily and reflexively shrinking away from him when he places his fingers on your waist.

you lifted your hands, one of them wrapped snug with the last of his soft cotton gauze since you kinda grabbed the guy's fist when he tried to swing on you- like the total badass you were. nothing was broken or fractured or out of place, but it did hurt like hell. neither of you knew what to do besides wrap it and hope the gauze inflicted a healing aura or something.

thankfully, your always honest boyfriend said you looked so cool when you did, which makes you think it was worth it.

"i love seeing this pretty face when it's not all bruised up- even though you're handsome either way." you tell him, tone all mushy-gushy and baby-ish the way it is when you're genuinely complimenting him but playing it off as a joke, a gentle smile on your face as you kiss his nose.

PAVITR smiles along with you, bright and happy and a total contrast from the tragic kicked puppy look he just had.

this was a pretty typical situation for you both, only the roles would be reversed: you'd be reprimanding him for getting hurt while he cracks jokes and flirts with you until you lighten up. and he's all flustered now, since he's always weak for your compliments.

he knows he has a point, the way you always do, and an entire heartfelt rant about how he's a superhero and you're not and you have to stay out of harm's way was right on the tip of his tongue.

but with his flushed cheeks and dopey smile, he decides to hold it off.

instead, PAVITR just pulls you close ever so carefully so that he doesn't strain any of your injuries further, nuzzling his nose to yours in a little bunny kiss before properly kissing you on the lips ever so softly.

and if he tasted a little blood from the benign split in your lip, he didn't say anything.

#atsv x reader #spiderverse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderman india x reader #x reader #reader insert #my wriitng #god gave me the ability to obsess over fictional characters without considering the consequences

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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kiribaku as your bestfrieds!

INLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO, EJIRO KIRISHIMA

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, FLUFF, intimidating kiribaku yas, vulgar language, COMPLETELY PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

A/N: sorry guys if this seems rushed, I currently have two projects due and I’m trying to get this out of the way so that I’m able to post lol.

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Kirishima and Bakugo as your best friends is truly something…

As the only girl in the group of friends besides Mina. It wasn’t easy getting into the friend group off the rip, it was almost like a secret association.

You had to know someone, to know someone, to see someone, then talk to said someone, then finally befriend that person to get in said friend group.

It wasn’t a simple: 'hey! Can I join your crew?'

You were introduced to Kirishima by a friend in hero engineering. They told you that he was cool to be around if you just wanted to talk, so that’s what you did.

You didn’t know later on that it would lead you to have four more friends down the line. One of those friends being Bakugo Katsuki.

He didn’t like you at first.

You'd come around with Kirishima and he just scowls at you, he wouldn’t even ask for your name and just call you an “extra.” And as completely narcissistic as that sounds—you still came around him.

Because I’m reality, you could give two shits whether he liked you or not. You had four other cool ass friends to be around anyways. And that irked him.

“So you aren’t gonna talk to me?” Bakugo spits.

It was passing time and you just so happened to run into the infamous 1-A crew in the hallway. It would be rare for you to see them on occasions like this, since you were in hero-analytics.

You bubbled up seeing all your friends, diving to Mina and Sero for a high five, waving at Denki and doing a secret-not-so-secret handshake with Kirishima.

And there was Bakugo too.

Turning towards him, you smirk. “And you’re name is?…” you ask, your tone overflowing with sarcasm as your words trail off. This makes Bakugo scoff, a stinky scowl etched over his lips.

“You know who I am, dip-shit.”

Bakugo walks up to you, pushing your shoulder a little bit, you flinch. “Watch who you’re pushing!” You yell, pushing him back.

“Well then watch who you’re talkin’ to!” He yells, pushing you back even harder. “I got one of the most powerful quirks in the whole school, watch your tongue—cause I can blow it off.” Bakugo says, a smug smirk present as he watches you shake in anger.

Walking away, he bumps your shoulder and heads to class. You see your friends walk away with him, as they scold him. Frowning you look up to see Kirishima with a guilt grin, “hey, I’m so sorry! Bakugo gets a bit pissed off when he hasn’t eaten lunch yet ha ha.”

Kirishima apologizes, a bright grin on his face as he reaches out to help you up. Smiling you grab his hand and push yourself off the ground.

Patting yourself down you look up at Kirishima and shake your head, “you shouldn’t excuse his behavior, he’s an asshole!” You spat.

“I know, I know, it’s just—listen, I think he likes you! He just doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to the whole adding another person to the friend group thing! Just let him warm up to you, it’s only been a week!” He reassures.

You roll your eyes at his words. One part of you hangs on to the false hope that maybe he’s right.

“Yeah, whatever, see you around.”

The two of you would argue throughout the rest of the week. It didn’t matter where, it didn’t matter when, and it didn’t matter what it was for—the both of your were gonna argue like you life depended on it.

It could be over the smallest minute thing, like one time the both of you argued over how you don’t like spicy food ( if you do just pretend you don’t lol ), you didn’t understand why you were arguing because why is Bakugo upset that you don’t like something he likes?

Why can’t we just agree to disagree?

It was like a switch in your head that told you that if you saw him it was time to become more aggressive than ever. You were completely out of your nature, and when people you knew walked by, they would be shocked because they'd never seen you like this.

One day, the sky was blue and the clouds were nowhere to be seen. The birds chirped and the sun glared down harshly with ease, it was a cool spring day that was too beautiful to waste.

You were taking a walk outside until you spotted Kirishima on the grass working out, talking for a while, you noticed that somehow everyone else appeared as well.

you thought you were enjoying the time you were having until Bakugo tells you how the way you ties your shoes is wrong.

“Does it really fucking matter? They’re tied aren't they?" You spat at him. "Why can't you be a normal human being, eh?" Who doesn’t wrap the string around the bow first? Who the hell makes two bows and then ties? You damn maniac!” He exclaims.

“Okay then, I’ll be that!—you fucking twat” you harshly mumbled the last few words under your breath with a scowl. Bakugo’s eyes widen for a moment, walking closer to you he dryly chuckles.

“Say that again princess, I didn’t hear you.”

Princess?

“Princess!” You yell in awe at his words, “who are you to call me Princess?” You say, poking at his chest.

“Guys! Can we stop torturing her now? It’s been weeks!” Denki yells tiredly. You and Bakugo turned at Denki's protest; it was clear that you were confused.

Your eyes snap over to Mina and Sero, as you see them burst out laughing, and Kirishima follows along with a small chuckle.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You growl. Your eyes look over to Bakugo and see his smug grin still hasn’t wiped off.

As if on cue, Bakugo’s hand harshly pats your shoulder. “Well L/n, you passed the test—you’re in.” Bakugo chuckled again before walking off. Astonished at his words, you didn't even realize he finally called you by your name.

“The test?” You mumbled in confusion.

Ah, the test.

On this glorious day, approximately two weeks ago. Bakugo Katsuki, Minda Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, and Ejiro Kirishima all sat down and made a plan.

A test if you will.

The test is simple, they push you to your limit. If you stay and endure, you earn a spot in their group. If you leave, you’re not in the group and will stay acquainted with one another.

As harsh as that may sound, it was only the truth. They have all passed the test. it was without them knowing…but that doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that you’re in.

When you were finally “in,” you swore when you walked into school the next day everyone was a whole new person. Sero, Mina, and Denki didn’t talk to you that much—but when you saw them today, they basically jumped at you.

“L/n! What’s up newbie?”

“Sup L/n?”

“Ah! I’m so happy to see you, I have so much to tell you about!”

They were so boisterous when talking to you, it completely caught you off guard.

When you’d walk to class, you’d notice how you bump into everyone more often. Either sharing quick glances or stopping to have a chat.

When it was lunchtime, you walked out of class and saw Kirishima waiting for you at the door. When they dragged you to the lunchroom, you noticed that they made a spot for you at the table for lunch.

It also didn’t dawn on you then that you were sitting with some of the most popular if not the most popular kids in the school.

You were just some random girl from hero analytics, and you’re sitting with future pro-hero’s? Unbelievable.

Now, when you were a first year, you became friends with everyone. But it wasn’t until your junior year that you all became best friends.

Especially with Kirishima and Bakugo.

It was almost like two sub-groups within the six of you guys. Depending on the day, it would change. If there were a main three, it was usually you, Kirishima, and Bakugo.

This happened by pure chance, third year hero analytics classes were able to watch and study students in the hero course. Luckily, you scored high enough to be placed in class 1-A, as you were assigned to random students.

Those two students turned out to be your friends, so on and so forth.

When you spend time watching them, you guys would talk non-stop. Whether it be normal things or serious things, the three of you have a lot in common.

Growing that bond you have, you guys ultimately became best friends.

Sometimes it feels surreal to be able to be friends with them.

During break time, you’d walk over to class 1-A just to pop in and chat with everyone. You could see Bakugo's eyes lighten up, a grin forming on his lips as he sees you smile everyone’s way.

Everyone in the class knew who you were, even though you'd never talked to any of them like that.

“It’s because Kirishima talks about you non-stop” Denki told you one day. You chose not to read into that too much.

You noticed that you were closer with Kirishima and Bakugo one day when you saw that Kirishima made a whole other group chat with only you and Bakugo in it.

You guys would talk to each other for hours and hours on end, staying up late and night until early in the day. Laughing to yourselves about the inside jokes you all have.

Sometimes Bakugo would ask you and Kirishima to come to his dorm to hang out. You’d lay on his bed and do your homework. He and Kirishima would play video games together. Or sometimes Bakugo would play on his guitar while you and Kirishima just talked.

You notice when you come over that he doesn't talk that much. He told you he just liked having company over, which was adorable (you had to beat that information out of him).

Sometimes the three of you would go out to the arcade or out to eat. It didn’t matter what you guys did as long as you guys had each other.

That vow comes in handy at times.

Like that one day you were sitting at lunch with your friends and Mineta decided to ruin your day.

“I’ve never seen a girl like you before!” He creepily gawked at you. His short stature makes him too close to you for your liking.

“Um…I’m not in your course, actually,” you awkwardly chuckle “I’m in hero analytics.”

“Really? Didn’t know chicks were so damn hot in that course, thought they’d all be ugly.”

"Laughing," you hurriedly glanced around, and eventually saw Kirishima and Bakugo with lunch trays in hand with the scariest faces you've ever seen before.

Their hero faces, you’d call them.

Their eyes were dark, and their fists were clenched tightly around their trays. Walking over calmly they set their trays down and towered over the poor pervert.

“Hey dude, whatcha talkin' to L/n about?” Kirishima smiles at Mineta, hand slapping harshly on his shoulder. Looking down you see spikes ripple off his skin.

Looking over at Bakugo, who didn’t even try to hide his shit-eating grin. Hands out and fingers separated as short sparks of fire pop out.

You can say that Mineta never looked at you again after that.

Jumping up from your seat you give them a big hug and a loud “thank you,” you feel them take in your embrace.

“Anything for you L/n!”

“ s’no big deal.”

But it was a big deal for you.

You were thankful for your friends, every last one of them. You were upset that the time you all had was limited and that it wouldn’t be like this forever.

You were proud to say that Bakugo and Kirishima were your best friends.

well shit guys, almost 300 followers, I meant to have something planned for 100/200 followers but it seems like it keeps growing. I might do a 500 follower special event instead lol.

— lovelyiida<3

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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Never Let It Drop

★ Eddie x Reader

★ CW: Drug Use, Marijuana, the death of a cart, a funeral

★ A/N: I wrote this for my beloved @lofaewrites when she mentioned she needed a funeral for her cart preached by Eddie Munson. Thus ensued. I really hope you enjoy it my lovely darling lo, I love you to the moon and back <3)

Eddie went through all the rules when he bought you your first pen, something he had gifted you when you complained of aches and pains that seemed to plague you on the daily.

There weren’t many, just the basic “be careful” and “call me if you need me” sort of direction. But the one, golden rule Eddie really hammered home- never let it drop.

“Yeah- Never let it drop- Carts are glass, it would be a real shame to drop one and send 40 dollars down the drain,” he mumbles as he screws the cart into your new device.

He takes a few puffs from it, testing it out before offering it to you. You inevitably cough, Eddie coaching you on how to hit it, finally giving up and hitting the pen himself.

He leans over, lips ghosting yours as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. It’s easier to tolerate this way, the smoke not as hard on your throat and lungs.

You eventually get the hang of it, confidently taking puffs on your own.

You felt a little like a baby stoner, watching Eddie power through a blunt and seem unfazed had your mind thoroughly fucked, the man was like a freight train.

A few hits off the pen? You were good for a good while. Eddie loved it though, loved how you giggled more and rambled about things important to you- and he loved how cheap it was to smoke you out.

You’re in Eddie’s trailer one evening, waiting for him to get home from work, Wayne long gone as he went on a date Eddie had set him up on.

You’re relaxed on his bed, notebook in hand as you finish up your English 2040 homework.. You’d had classes all morning so you hadn’t seen Eddie all day, so to say you were excited when you heard the front door open was an understatement. You hop up from your place on the bed, pencil and papers flying as you practically run to the front door.

You round the corner, peeking out the hallway and standing in the kitchen.

“Hi peaches,” he muses, smiling widely when he sees you.

“Kiss me like you miss me?” you mumble sweetly, shifting from foot to foot.

“Well c’mere,” he holds his arms out, you launching yourself into them, allowing yourself to be held by the man as he leans down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss.

“You able to hold down the fort without me?” he questions as he makes his way past you and towards the kitchen- not before he places another soft kiss to your forehead.

You nod sweetly, mouth turning upwards into a soft smile while you watch Eddie pull his tin lunch box in front of him. He looks over at you, playfully rolling his eyes when he realizes you’re stoned.

“Been hittin’ the pen?” he questions as he transfers some bud into his grinder, looking back up at you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Don’t make fun of me Eds, know how easy it is to get me high,” he gets up from his place at the kitchen table, pulling you into him and looking down at you.

“Baby- Peaches, I’d never,” he feigns the heartbreak, his hand on his chest as if you had actually wounded him.

“Go get out of your stinky clothes, I’ll start dinner,” you playfully smack his chest, he ignores it and leans down and kisses you anyways.

He retreats to the bedroom, coveralls slung low on his hips as he makes his way into your shared bedroom.

You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth, a dramatic little thing he does when something not that serious happens. You roll your eyes as you turn to the cupboards to find something to cook Eddie.

“Peaches- what did I tell you was the first rule of having a pen? I found this on the floor” he states, hands on his hip as he holds the now shattered cart and luckily okay pen in his hand.

“Fuuuuuck- Eddie I am so sorry- I-I’ll buy us a new cart, I just got paid. I know you like to use it when we are out and you can't smoke real bud-” he cuts you off.

“Babe- Baby it’s okay,” he rushes out, digging in his lunchbox and pulling out a fresh new cart.

“Knew this was gonna happen- kept a spare for when it broke or ran out,” you smile up at him, a wave of relief washing over you when you realize he wasn’t mad at you for breaking something so expensive.

“But first-” he fake sniffles, retreating to his bedroom and returning with a small matchbox, placing the cart inside and offering a salute as he places it on the table.

“We must lay him to rest-” Eddie states matter of factly, “We had a good man die, we can’t just let him go to the trash,”

You giggle, the weed coursing through your body making the whole thing that much funnier.

He marches to the front door, handing you one of his jackets as he heads outside with a spoon, a spoon.

He digs in the dirt by the front door, luckily unthawed from the cold winter you had just had. He forms a perfect little hole to place the matchbox inside, setting it inside and wiping a fake tear from his eye before covering the box with the dirt he had just dug up.

“Any words?” he questions as he gets up from his place on the ground, dirt covering his knees and palms of his hands.

“You-You were good to me. Always got me high and gave me some of the most mind blowing sex-”

“Heyyyyy-“ Eddie pouts, “I’m the one giving you mind blowing sex,”

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand in the process and tugging him back into the warm trailer.

“Come on, dinner isn’t gonna cook itself,”

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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bestie honey sweetie —

so if u remember i’m a massage therapist and i just had a horny thought of the day—

best friend!steve (or eddie) always begging for a massage but you always say no bc u know that if you were to massage him it would wreck you and your self control but one day you give in,,, 😵‍💫

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

"Come on," Steve pleads, tugging at your arm, "It hurts so bad! Just five minutes," He bargains, puffing his lower lip out as his eyes adopt a glossy sheen, "For me?"

"That's not gonna work on me," You wave him off, turning back to the book in your hands.

"You're so mean," Steve huffs, lifting your feet off of his lap and sending them falling to the floor, your weight shifting because of it, "Put your stinky feet somewhere else then."

"Hey!" You nearly tumble off the couch, your hands coming to brace themselves against the cushions.

Steve realizes his mistake a little too late, his own hands flying around your waist and interlocking at your stomach. He hauls you up against the back of the couch, his breathing erratic, "Shit, Y/N, you okay?"

His eyes search yours frantically, his hands warm on the skin of your belly that's exposed by your ridden-up shirt.

"I swear I didn't mean to do it that hard," He adds when you don't answer, "I just wanted to tease you!"

"Steve," You let a soft smile curve over your face, "'S okay. You didn't hurt me or anything."

"Shit," He repeats, his eyes fluttering shut as a relieved sigh left his lips, "You scared me there, honey. Now my back really hurts."

He says it while intentionally slumping over, his face nearly in your lap. You groan at his terrible attempt at being casual, hauling him upright with a finger hooked beneath his chin.

"Five minutes." You begrudgingly scold him, "Shirt off, do you have lotion?"

It's a command you'd find brazen under any other circumstances. And honestly, it feels a bit brazen now, as Steve peels his shirt off like it's nothing more than a spiderweb he's clearing from a path. Like it doesn't mean anything to discard it. Like his chest isn't on display now, full and broad and decorated with hair.

"It's on my nightstand." He gestures to his room, "Don't, uh.. don't touch the pump."

"Steve!" Your stomach churns, "That's so fucking gross! How am I supposed to use it?"

"I'll pump it for you," He snaps, cheeks flaming red, "Just go get it!"

You handle the lotion bottle with great care, coming back out of his room only seconds later. You're thankful that the bottle itself isn't sticky, but you let Steve handle the pump so that a fair amount of product pools in your palm.

You grumble something that he can't quite catch, suspiciously sounding like 'fap lotion' as you set the bottle down on the floor beside the couch.

Steve stretches out at your command, but instead of draping himself over the couch, he drapes himself over you. He rests his head in your lap, your thighs pillowing his cheek as his lips squish against your jeans.

His back is now fully exposed, and though it may not be the cover of a fitness magazine, lathered in oil and overaccentuated, but it's a sight you can't look away from. His skin is smooth, freckled though. There's notches by his shoulders and down his spine, shifting and changing shape as he settles himself in your lap. His muscles tense and relax depending on where his arms are, and each one surges beneath his skin like the volts of electricity thrumming through your veins.

"This good?" He speaks softly, gruffly against your leg. It's not, it's everything you've ever feared when Steve has badgered you about getting a massage, but you don't have the power to say that.

All you do is nod, swallowing what little saliva is in your mouth.

He catches the movement from the corner of his eye, letting them drift shut as your hands spread lotion over his back. You're hesitant to touch him at first, your slick fingers ghosting over his flesh, but as soon as you've got a taste for the warmth of his skin, you're losing control. Your palm smooths over his back naturally, your fingers kneading firmly into his tense muscles. It draws an insanely guttural, raw groan from his throat, and you instantly decide it's the most pornographic sound that you've ever heard. It makes your stomach tense, and he feels the movement against his head, peering up at you concernedly.

"Y'okay, bug?" He brings his arms up from his sides, curling them around your back and squeezing himself tighter against you. You feel his head press against your thighs, nearly between them, and you shudder.

"Mhm," Is all you can muster, your eyes glued to the slick skin of Steve's back that's warm to the touch as your hands make easy work of his knots and cramps.

"Thanks for this, sweetheart." Steve breathes, his voice raspy and low, "Feels really fuckin' good."

"I'm glad," Your voice is barely there, lust barely contained in your tone, "Just relax, Stevie, 'gonna make you feel better."

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pinkyjulien · 11 months

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🟨 Then n' Now - High Voltage edition ⚡

Yoinking @arcandoria's idea and making one of those before/after post focused on the babies💛 motivated by AND motivating @elvenbeard to do the same 😌🤏

This will be both a VP and Modding journey 👉

▶ December 2020

━ "No mods, we die VP like men!"

AKA open up PhotoMode and get as close as you can to your fav, playing with angles while getting the camera stucks in the surrounding 80% of the time and trying to make the characters look at each others in a "natural" way 👀

▶ early 2021

━ "I learned how to app swap and I cannot be stopped"

I got into modding because/thanks to Mitch 🤠 and the first thing I did was to .app swap him into all of the romance scenes 😩🤏 My BIG MODDER GOAL back then was to have Him and Valentin in the panzer scene, meaning I needed to find a way to:

Swap Valentin into Panam's place

Swap Mitch into V/Player's place

Unlock the camera / have a true free-roam experience

and also remove all of the HUD and green filter

I was just a tiny dude with Big Dreams 👀

▶ first half 2021

━ "I can change clothes now! AKA OOC-fest"

Ugh. JHGFHJGHFJ

Looking back at some of the stuff I did before legit gives me so much icks now 💀 the joy and freedom of being a simp with fresh modding power, you just Do Stuff because You Can! Who cares if the character turns extremly OOC, right? keeping them for the memories 🤭

▶ first half 2021

━ "ReShade? What's a ReShade"

My first month of playing around with Reshade! Everything was way too saturated, too bright or too dark- but it was new and exciting! Experimenting with more swapping, more photomode-posing 🤏

▶ July 2021

━ "the Modding High"

Camera unlocks, Player Replacer, FixSwaps, Bi River trick, Blur Remover, Facial expressions for V, Swap to Everyone... my peak as a modder still to this day ngl

I achieved all I ever wanted, did the mods I needed to be able to smooch Mitch and have my canon panzer scene 🧡 (cannot showcase it here on Tumblr for hornyjail reason)

The "bi river" trick was involving CyberCat, an old save editor software that allowed you to swap V presets! You had to launch the romance scene with River as a fem V, then save at the start of it using the "Save Anytime" mod, edit your save file by swapping in your Male V preset, and Voila~ you had a Masc V in the River scene :D

▶ August 2021

━ "Custom poses Fever"

...and the first true love kisses!

Searching and modding your first poses swaps, then spawning the blorbos in game, timing the expressions and animation correctly and... having them "kiss for real" for the first time 🥺😩 ouugghh IT HITS! It hits so good!

From there, the rest of 2021 was focused on playing around with custom poses and exploring my own canon; giving new canon-compliant appearances to Mitch and Valentin, doing VP comics... also exploring some AUs and doing special occasion outfits, like Halloween!

▶ 2022

━ "I can create my own story"

I focused a lot on my own canon in 2022, via comics and photoset exploring what happens to both Mitch and Valentin's respective past and shared future together

Modding was also a big part of the year! There wasn't any big breakthrough other than the scenerid extract for custom poses, which allowed me to finally use the amazing tender animations from the Judy scene in my boys tent 🤭

▶ 2023

━ "Still here"

There will always be new exciting way of exploring and creating content for my babes- the knowledge of custom made poses allowing us for even more angst, tenderness, passion!

and I'm looking forward to it all 🥺🧡

Those years's been a whole creative journey~ and it's thanks to those two, my blorbos, my beloved stinkies, that I'm the modder and photographer that I am now!

Who knows where they'll take me next 💛😊

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Mitch Anderson #Valentin Da Silva #Aldecaldos #OTP: High Voltage #MLM #Screenshot #Virtual Photography #did I cried? Yes. Maybe UHAHUGHUEZHU #focused more on 2021 because that's when my brain unlocked for real #not that I didn't improved in 2022 or this year but it's not the same #also included my modding stuff as well cause I feel like this played a big part in how I appreciate my ship too #My love letter to them Mwah 😩🧡#flame still burning bright so I won't be stopping any time soon 🤏#I'm more focused on modding this year- and also IRL stuff that are outside my control life gotta life yknow #but they both been keeping me sane and made me incredibly more crazy HGFH 😌#long post #fav #then and now

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prpfs · 6 months

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😱😱 what if we were both roleplayers and . . we plotted together 👉👈 im in the mood to get a lil silly with my plots. it’s been eons since ive last roleplayed and im itching to get back into it.

i give you: halfway decent responses. emotionally manipulative characters. whatever twisted plot your heart desires and a firm handshake. oh, and the worst dom tops you’ll ever roleplay against in ur entire life. they’re awful stinky men.

you give me: whatever tf you bring to the table. ocs that make me froth at the mouth and thank the gods that ive been bestowed the honor of interacting with them. the ability to create servers bc im very bad (im lazy)

mxm pairings only! smut is great but i also wanna put our characters through heinous and devious trials that force them to confront their darkest fears or whatever. very fond of taboo themes like . . . incest!!!! unhealthy power dynamics !!!! arranged marriage !!!! stalking !!!! but honestly i’m open to anything. fav aus include: anything remotely supernatural. omegaverse. mafia + crime. hyper realistic horror. im very friendly ooc. it would be nice if we could spend some time shit talking our oc’s poor life decisions and making gloriously long playlists. i am an adult. i only wish to roleplay with other adults. please be at least 20+ for both of our comfort. LEAVE A LIKEEEE and ill get back to uuuu.

like if interested!

#dead dove #oc rp #oc roleplay #oc x oc #m/m #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay

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llynwen · 2 months

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hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?

oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.

i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.

from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.

the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)

this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).

then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.

now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.

now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.

yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).

after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).

i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.

he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.

the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.

the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this

could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.

i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.

i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.

now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.

to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree. I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too. i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.

#i can never think about lord byron the same #damn you matthew #banger of a read for realsies #ask #matthew mcconaughey

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kitsune-pop · 11 months

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CW P!SS MUSK SWEAT

It's a beautiful day out, and after a week of storms I not letting it go to waste! Slipping on my favorite dress and heading out to go to my favorite park, I immediately hit the humid Texas summer air and started to sweat. But I'm not letting a bit of heat keep me cooped up any more! Even when my dress sticks to my back by the time I get to my car, cranking up the AC should take care of that problem! It is really hot though, and I could afford to stop by a fast food place for a quick drink!

Of course getting stuck behind someone ordering for an entire family isn't fun, and it looks like traffic is picking up, but it's no problem? Even if this hundred degree weather is putting my AC to the test, I finally get my large drink and hit the road! And sit in traffic. For forty minutes. Ugh.

Finally, I'm at the park! My drink barely made it halfway through traffic, but nevermind that, I'm here to enjoy myself! Walking through nature always puts my mind at ease, listening to the forest breathe and grow is music to my ears! I barely care that the heat is making me sweat like crazy, I'll just put my hair in a ponytail to keep it from sticking! Although I can't do as much for my dress sticking to my back.

I barely notice the time pass until I get to my favorite part of the park; the turtle pond! A family is just now leaving, so I have the place to myself to relax and take in the sights. It's so peaceful here, and sitting on one of the benches in the shade gives me a much needed break. As I listen to the pond gently splash and watch the turtles float around, I tug at my dress collar to try and get it unstuck from my chest. I'm immediately hit with powerful girlmusk; looks like I forgot my deodorant. I knew I was forgetting something this morning! A quick sniff of my pits confirms it, I am one stinky girl. Oh well, it's just me here, and I'm gonna enjoy this park, stink or no stink! Relaxing, I close my eyes and let the gentle sounds of nature wash over me... and feel a familiar twinge between my legs. Frowning, I try to ignore it, but it looks like that large drink decided to hit my bladder all at once. I want to stay a while longer, but there's nothing stopping me from coming back after a quick trip to the restroom . So I hop up, brush some bark that stuck to my sweaty legs, and make my way to the restroom that's a little bit further up the trail.

...And find that it's closed, the roof caved in from the storms last week. Crap. You know that thing where it feels like your bladder knows it's close to a toilet, so it tries to let it all out? Yeah, that's what's happening right now. I clench my legs together, trying to hold on. I could go to another restroom that's a little further in, but that one might be out of order too! I passed by the restroom by the front gate, and that one looked fine, but that's almost a twenty minute walk away! I'll never make it!

...No, mama didn't raise a quitter. I've been going to this park for years, I know all the side paths and shortcuts. I can make it. I clench my stomach and start power walking down the path, really starting to sweat now. Between the heat, stress and physical exertion I'm absolutely drenched. My collar is dark with sweat and my dress is sticking to my back and legs, making walking even harder. To top it all, my stomach feels like it's going to burst from how bad I have to pee, and it feels like it's starting to distend from how full my bladder is! I hop off the trail, slipping through some denser trees to shorten my trip. I hope I can make it!

My bladder gives a sudden clench, and I'm forced to stop, squeezing my thighs together as hard as I can to keep from peeing myself. I look up and through the tears in my eyes I see an info board! I'm almost there! I limp forward, glancing at the board to see where I was- WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M AT THE FAR END OF THE PARK!? The board clearly points to the back end of the park with a helpful "you are here" message attached. I must have taken a wrong turn while I was walking! I get another bad cramp and lean against the board, sweating and gasping as I try to hold myself together. I see on the map that there's another restroom just down the trail; I have to get there and hope it isn't closed like the last one!

I hobble down the path, clenching my thighs as tight as I can, hoping o .ake it on time. As I cross a little bridge over a creek, one more cramp sends me to my knees. I gasp, squeezing with all my strength to try and hold it in. I don't want to ruin my favorite dress! But I don't think I can make it. Maybe I should... No! This is a public park, someone could see! Another cramp, stronger than the last, brings tears to my eyes and a small groan. I'm at the back of the park, and I haven't seen anyone since the turtle pond. Look, it's this or pee yourself and have to sit in it on the trip home.

Pushing myself to my feet, I waddle over to the edge of the bridge, glancing around nervously. I don't see or hear anyone, and I've reached my limit. Hiking up my dress, I pull my panties down and immediately smell the powerful musk coming from my hairy balls. I was cooped up for a week, there wasn't any reason to keep up with shaving! I grab my girlcock, aim it, and release. I have to stifle a moan as the stream burst from me, making a perfect golden ark. I glance around as more and more piss flows from me, the stream lasting several seconds as my bladder relaxes. I can feel my stomach return to its original size as my bladder empties, my stream slowing to a trickle, and then a dribble. I give my girlcock a few shakes to make sure I got it all out, pull up my panties and let my dress drop back down.

Turning, I hum to myself as I make my way towards the front of the park. It's such a beautiful day, and now that my emergency is taken care of there's no reason not to enjoy my day at the park, right?

#p!ss k!nk #p!ss kink #musk k1nk #musk k!nk #sweaty girl #mtf nsft #trans nsft

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margoteve · 5 months

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Character Thoughts on Lawrence Limburger.

I had some thoughts about Lawrence Limburger from Biker Mice from Mars. I have finished watching first season and IDK it got me thinking how vile the man is.

So he's a really good business man and politician in the worst way possible. If he was human villain he would be quoting Sun Tzu or some modern age Steve Jobs I bet. Because all those pretentious villains do.

His schemes most of the time appear to be acts of good will and philantropy which is the worst kind of villain. To public he is benevolent if not awfully stinky and ridiculous man. His company most likely has an excellent working conditions as he tries to maintain a certain image with the human public. Plus the constant destruction of his tower he HAS to have great bonuses to keep people from quitting. Like in the episode introducing the Loogi Brothers, he took time to personally answer the calls from angry office workers. Illusions of good persona are so importat to him, otherwise how else will you steal Earth right from under humanity's nose?

I mean I am certain he must have bribed his way into ruining Chicago to the state it is now to a certain degree but I doubt anyone would be able to track it to him directly or if they did they probably got disposed of. I would have loved an episode with a news reporter doing an investigation on some suspicious activity and finding Limburger got his fingers in it and then running into Mice while running for their life.

I bet while some in Chi-Town, those who worked with Biker Mice in the past, would see them as heroes those who don't see them as menaces most likely, frequent destruction of property is certainly a reason to dislike them. I bet construction companies love them tho lol. The constant rebuilding of Limburger Tower must be making them a bank.

I think it's interesting how the show must look to the regular Chicago person from the outside. We only see Mice as heroes bc that's how the show presents it.

Great Cheese is cunning, two face and slimy, villain that if not for the rules of the genre of the show would be a serious threat which explains and gives chilling insight on just how easily Mars got stripped mined in the first place. Just look at all the social projects evil schemes he presented to the public:

solar power plant in exchange of the outdated (?) sewage system/cleaning plant

free services for evacuating the city during earthquakes

free cleanup from a toxic spill (nevermind it was destroying the park in the process and the toxins were his inventions - the public didn't know that or other options of how to deal with it)

a new subway tunnel

This is what the public knows of him. We have the knowledge of Limburger being a land stealing intergalactic oligarch (regular American businessman LOL) because the show wants us to know this. To a regular person who only hears about him from the news he's next best thing in the world. No surprise he managed to stay on top in Chicago until Biker Mice came bc they are the only ones with first hand experience of his "benevolence" always having a flip side. If not for his cartoonish looks and behaviour in the show he could have been on Xanatos level of villain but he is played more for gags rather than serious tone of Gargoyles.

But he keeps losing (thankfully). The difference here between the villain and heroes is the most classic one. His closest employees have no loyalty to him unlike Biker Mice who rely heavily on their loyalty to each other and trust each other (the famous Power of Friendship and unspeakable voilence lmao). Like the Great Cheese himself often states - "it's so hard to find good help these days".

To sum it up - Limburger is skilled politician/business man and if the show had any other tone than parody he would have destroyed Earth in like a month (exaggerating here). Fortunately for the show's world Mice are the Mongols to Limburger's Roman Empire and firmly thwarth all of his schemes.

Because Friendship and unspeakbable violence LOL.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Also I am really curious how the Ryan Reynolds reboot gonna portray the Stinky Cheese.

#biker mice from mars #lawrence limburger #limburger bmfm #bmfm #character analysis #modo #throttle bmfm #vinnie bmfm

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ravenlking · 1 year

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄!" when you're the ultimate hashtag power couple

gender-neutral (babe is just a title!) warnings: reader is implied to be a heartslabyul member with magic genre: fluff a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

At first, Cater is really hesitant. He has had his fair share of back-stabbing friends, only using him for fame and fortune. In the early parts of your relationship, he constantly puts on a smile and only shows you the common parts of him everyone knows (obsessed with Magicam, hates sugars, etc). His mind constantly reminds him that if he isn't happy, you're going to leave him. Simple as that. If he didn't, you're going to find him boring, disgusting, unworthy-

The longer the relationship goes on, he starts to realize that maybe you aren't just using him, maybe you actually like him for who he is. He is torn between two options: reveal or no? Fortunately, you do it for him.

"Hey Cater?"

The orange-head senior groaned, throwing his head back onto the sweaty pillow. The bright lights hung above his head hurt, as if someone took a train and rammed it into him. His whole body is sore and he hated the feeling. If possible, he'll like to skip to the 'being-alright' stage. Of all days to get sick, he had to get sick on your date together and he was looking forward to it so much!

"Mhmm?" He murmured in reply.

"Babe, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."

It was none other than his loving significant other, you. You were so kind, so caring, that Cater had a hard time figuring out if your relationship was genuine or only for the fame and glory. The concerned tone in your voice still made his heart flutter.

"I'm...okay," He rasped out, coughing immediately afterwards.

"Cater? Cater, I'm coming in!"

"Wait no-"

It was too late, you had already opened the door, tray in hand with the spicy yet sour aroma of the soup flooding Cater's senses. A pitying look was in your eyes as you approached Cater.

"You probably don't want to be here," He laughed depressingly, looking away. "You probably want to be somewhere else having the best time of your life and not with my stinky, disgusting, sweaty body-"

You shook your head before taking the soup. You spooned it into his mouth, cooing at him. "Darling, I'm here because I love you. I genuinely want you to feel better so we can both have the best time of our lives. So let me care for you okay?"

I love you.

Cater froze at your sincere proclaimation, unconsciously opening his mouth and gulping down your soup. He was still frozen upon the fact that you deeply truly loved him.

"O-Okay," He coughed in the middle of his sentence, grinning weakly at you. "Love you too babe."

After that incident, your relationship became even closer and tighter; Cater loves the way you can see through his facade and all.

Soon enough, his followers are practically flooded with posts of you two. Everything from him grabbing you into a selfie to posting about your latest dish/artwork/anything with captions of 'Look how proud I am of him/her/them! Definitely lucked out to have him/her/them!'

His entire page will be of you two, I'm not kidding. It's no longer just about NRC, it's your life together at NRC. Together battling ghosts (or trying to propose to Eliza) during the Ghost Marriage event or rocking out in Pop Music Club, he posts it all.

He definitely has tons of Magicam stories or videos of answering things together.

"Hello everyone!" Cater waves excitedly, hands tangled with yours as he looks at the camera. "So I know you all have TONS of questions for us, so here we are! This is Y/N and Cater Q/A session!"

He presses a kiss to your hand, winking at you before gesturing for you to start. You dip your hand in the bowl, shuffling the papers before drawing one out.

"Favorite body part?" You read out before humming. "Not bad. I would have to say...Cater's eyes."

He gasped. "Really? I was about to say the same too!"

"Mhmm," You gaze into them, grinning. "I mean, what is there to not like? They are a beautiful shade of matcha green, similar to prized emeralds-"

"Babe, please!" He spluttered, blushing bright red. "You're sweeter than Trey's tarts!"

"Next one," You do it again before reading it aloud. "Favorite position? Oh, this is accompanied by a winky face."

Cater gasps dramatically before staring at the camera, aghast. "Guys!"

Cater will definitely do couple trends with you before posting it on his Magicam. Okay, so maybe his entire 'like' page is filled with couple trends and cute relationship things to do together but don't judge! He just wants to show (and maybe boast) about his amazing significant other!

Some of his favorite couple trends are:

Wallpaper Hearts! (Cater immediately dragged you into doing this, and grinned brighter than the sun when you say yes. The wallpaper has been on his phone since the beginning of your relationship and it doesn't look like coming down any time soon)

Dandelion by Ruth B Dancing! (Cater begged Vil to help out with the dancing so he could catch you off-guard and elegantly 'woo' you with his waltz. However, you surprised him by taking the male lead, ending by dipping the orange head and kissing him on the lips before winking at the camera)

Snowman by Sia Dancing! (Cater took one look at the snow-covered NRC before bundling you up in winter clothes. You look so sleepy with your messy bed hair and you periodically rubbing your eyes, yet you're the most gorgeous thing in Cater. Despite how impromptu everything is, you had on a giant grin the entire time)

Pick-Up lines are a must. He finds those cliche ones and tries them out on you, letting you rate them. If they are below a five, Cater will fall to the floor dramatically. If they are five and above, Cater will peppering your face with kisses, laughing in triumph before telling you another one. Most of them time, they are rated the latter so you can get kisses from your babe.

Cuddles are another foundation of your relationship. Cater just loves those little moments when you two are alone in his room, ranting to you about your day as you spoon him, gently brushing his hair. Most of the time, this is where the Heartslabyul gang find you two, sound asleep with lovesick smiles on your faces.

Cater loves back-hugging you. If you're taller than him, he likes to bury his face into your back, nuzzling it and rubbing it like a newborn kitten. If you're shorter, you can expect him to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your collarbone. He doesn't care if Riddle is close to beheading him or how much gagging noises Ace & Deuce make, it wants the world to know that he has you, his babe, his darling, his sweetheart, his everything (He already saved a couple of proposing ideas in his 'like' page and a beautiful ring underneath his bed says nothing different.)

#cater x reader #cater diamond #heartslabyul #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst cater

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Once someone mentioned to me a percy dolarhyde being reader’s sugar daddy headcanon and I never got over it. I’d be interested to see you write your take on it 🤭

– 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my god I completely forgot about how much I fucking adore this stupid, stinky man. I take one look at him and he just...his dumb punchable face makes me so feel so soft inside. I tried to keep this as brief as possible but oops this drabble is a little over 1,200 words, in true Andromeda fashion. anyhoo, enjoy this, my filthy friends.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), mommy kink, usage of pet names, brief descriptions of p in v sex, oral, and handjobs. little bits of angst (because who am I if I can't throw in a modicum of melancholy). nothing else I can think of!

He's not much to look at, but he'll do.

That's probably the closest approximation to what you first thought when Percy approached you. Of course, you knew full well who he was. It's hard not to. Especially with his infamous weekly temper tantrums in the town square.

You weren't surprised. Naturally, as the Dolarhyde brat got older his attention shifted to loftier prizes than money, alcohol, and infamy. He now aimed to hold his power over something new; you. And as much as that idea worried you, you would've been stupid to decline. Being on his payroll...you'd be set for a long, long time. Maybe you could leave Absolution one day after all. So you said yes.

You'd give him whatever he needed. Your body, your time, and – most importantly – your company.

Judging by his disposition, you assumed he'd be the type of man who had plenty of kinks hiding just beneath his wealthy surface. And for the most part, you were right.

Almost immediately you learned Percy had quite a fixation on your...maternal aspects. He could hardly even bother averting his gaze when you were beneath him, chest heaving under the fabric of your blouse. He seemed to like the way your breasts sagged to the sides of your figure; how he could squish them together with his greedy hands and pull at your nipples with his lithe fingers. And when you yelped in pain and scolded his eagerness, you were shocked to be met with his cheeks flushing with guilt.

"'M sorry..." he murmured, looking up at you with those wet eyes like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And just like that, any frustration you felt washed away as he solidified the apology with his tongue.

Percy liked giving them this much attention. He liked listening to you groan as he sucked on your skin and left marks that were for his eyes only. And you liked the desperate possessiveness in his strangled voice when he whispered against your breast, "Mommy..."

There was that and a litany of other little phrases he repeated like prayers.

"Thank you, mommy."

"You sound so good, mommy."

"Do I turn you on, mommy?"

You'd heard that name leave his lips enough times that just the simple utterance now activated you. Heat would flood between your legs and you'd feel sweat begin to form on your upper lip. Heart beating fast, that single word would send you soaring to another planet, waiting for the chapped skin of Percy's lips to mercifully bring you back down.

But he didn't always like you being under him. In fact, as time went on and it became clear that he was comfortable confiding his desires, he requested that you'd be more domineering with him.

Push him down on the bed so hard that you could hear the springs squeak in protest. Straddle his hips and tease him with the agonizing drag of your clothed cunt against his groin. Grab him by his bandana and pull him into a searing, closed mouth kiss that still manages to render him breathless. Tug on his greasy locks and make him sob. And when you finally undress him, take it at your own pace. Because whether you show him the respect he thinks he deserves and carefully unbutton his fitted waistcoat or tear apart his fineries with an urgency that betrays your need for him, Percy said he'd like it.

Because he loves it when you take what you want from him. Even when his cock is fully sheathed in you, he wants you to grind against him and chase your own high. He wants the marks of your fingernails on his otherwise unblemished, silky flesh when you brace yourself on him. He'll beg for you to give him just an inch or two of friction, but you know that he's exactly where he wants to be. Percy will take your cunt clenching around him and savor the feeling of your muscles spasming as you reach the end of your rope.

And he'll adore it when you follow that act up with a gentle coo of, "You did such a wonderful job for me, baby boy." Because then he knows that he'll be rewarded. Either with some tugs with your generous hand or your warm mouth, cleaning up the mix of both of your messes off of his length.

More than any of that, you quickly discovered what he actually craved the most: conversation and company. And that was perhaps the saddest detail of all. But you promised yourself ages ago that you'd never shed a tear for the selfish and stupid man. But you'd listen. There's no harm in that, right?

Truth be told, he didn't have many actual problems. At least not ones that you completely sympathized with. Sure, he was crippled by loneliness and feeling like he was ultimately useless to the world around him. But he found a way to occupy his time with petty squabbles.

Most of his gripes would've made you roll your eyes if you didn't remember that he was paying you for your time. It's for that reason that he liked keeping you on his arm. Everyone else in his posse may have been on his father's payroll. But not you. At the end of the day, Percy handed you his own dollar bills and sent you off with a satisfied kiss on your cheek.

It made him feel special, knowing that you were all his.

"What exactly do you do with the heaps of money I give you, sweet pea?" he wondered aloud one lazy afternoon. You'd left your place on his bed momentarily to squirrel away your latest payment in your bag before taking your place beside him again.

When you nuzzle into his side and feel his arm instinctively curl around you, you chuckle, "Something you probably wouldn't be familiar with. I save it."

Percy pinches your side teasingly and questions, "What can you possibly be saving up for that I can't just buy for you, huh?"

Though you sniff lightly, you find yourself staring at where your hand lays on his chest, fingers drumming softly against his skin. The golden sunlight streaming through his window makes the sheen of sweat on his pale chest practically glitter. You mumble, "My freedom, I guess."

"Freedom?" Percy scoffs. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You sit up suddenly and look in his eyes. "I mean that I don't wanna get stuck here. Because when you get stuck here, it means you're stuck under the Dolarhyde thumb for the rest of your life."

Percy's stare grows cold. He pulls his arm out from around you and folds them indignantly over his chest. "Well, gee. Didn't know you were so miserable taking my money."

"Oh, c'mon, Percy," you attempt to reason with him. "That's not what I meant."

He chuckles humorlessly, "Then why'd you say it?"

"Because I'm tryna be honest with ya'. What else was I supposed to say?"

Say that you won't leave me. Or if you do leave, say that you want me with you. Say that I'm special.

Percy closes his eyes and shakes his head before letting his head sink deeper into his pillow. "Nothin'. Nothin' at all." He pauses, breathes deeply, and finally meets your gaze again, "Just...don't worry about it anymore, alright? Your pretty little head shouldn't have to worry about it right now. C'mere..." he beckons for you to settle down in his arms again. And you do.

Feeling a little emptier than before, Percy holds you and whispers mostly to himself, "My girl...my good girl..."

#askmeda✨#anon ask✨#paul dano #danonation #danocel #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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deusexlachina · 5 months

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Cheeseaged Exocolonist Age 19 1/2: Form a translesbian political marriage for the buffs

The first half of the final year, in which we shake down my centrist auntie, use the gentle love of a transgender woman to become a political powerhouse, and fight against both competitors for rule of the planet.

And I come dangerously close to having to play fairly.

The final year is a busy time - so busy that I split this year into two logs. I've saved everyone who can be saved, and improved the lives of almost everyone in the colony. But it will all be for naught if I don't depose Lum, because he will never make peace with the Gardeners.

I get Utopia on board, giving me the vote of everyone except Antecedent, a centrist who doesn't believe in war but supports Lum solely because he surrounds himself with Very Fine People. The only named character in Lum's circle is Vace, who was in an abusive relationship with Antecedent's daughter until I destroyed it without her help or apparent knowledge that her daughter was being abused. Antecedent is the single worst mom in the colony and being a mom is her whole career. And she's competing with Instance, who is evil.

However, once I tell her I have the support of every other authority figure in the colony, she sees which way the wind is blowing and immediately decides to support my coup of the man she supported seconds before.

I have successfully gotten the entire council on board with overthrowing Lum. At this point, Marz could really take it from here. However, despite planning her whole life to be a political leader, she's a terrible leader with terrible politics. She only discovered capitalism was bad when she was seventeen, which is an impressive level of ignorance given that she is the child of an anti-capitalist group fleeing from an Earth doomed by capitalism. This whole story is taught to ten year olds as part of the basic Humanities curriculum.

Her environmental policies have also been quite bad, which is not a good thing in a planet where the environment is sentient and able to murder you.

In terms of leadership per se, even with the colony on the line, she decided to get all the adults onboard with the coup and then let me do all the work of recruiting. She doesn't get any votes on her own, and doesn't even allude to trying.

Lastly, and most importantly, she does not have godlike powers that allow her to use the knowledge gained from every possible life she could have lived. Only I am fit to rule this planet. And that means I have to take her down.

Unfortunately, it turns out that you need to have Persuasion maxed out to actually defeat her. This catches me off-guard, because achieving peace is the one ending I've never gotten. Even with Marz's jacket, I don't have enough. Worse, there is only one job in the game that primarily levels Persuasion (i.e. levels it anywhere close to how much I need), and I haven't even unlocked it yet because it requires either persuasion, which I don't have, or loyalty, which I have actively avoided. And the deadline is the end of Early Dust. Even if I backtrack by several months, it's not enough.

I don't just need cheese here. I need stinky cheese. I take longer than I will disclose calculating how much Persuasion I need and where I could get it. Eventually, I come up with a plan that I am prouder of than it frankly deserves.

There are three statuses that reliably boost stat gains. If you defend the colony, you get Heroic, which boosts Physical gains. Mastering a skill gives you Enlightened, which boosts Mental gains. I could do either of these easily, but Persuasion is a Social skill. There is only one status that boosts Social gains: Smitten. It is the buff you get for entering a relationship.

She's not seriously...oh, but I am. That's right. Citizens of Vertumna, I am about to enter the planet's first political marriage!

I spend some time deliberating on who will be the lucky girl before selecting Tangent. It has always been Tangent. It is always going to be Tangent.

I tell her our shared trauma could be romantic, which sounds glib but is one of the most sincere things I have said in this entire run. Everyone else I have detached from, just pawns for me to put in the perfect position to make the perfect world. Tangent is special, different, perfectly imperfect. She was my wife in the one timeline I lived organically, the one life where I naively thought I could die. I woo her out of a longing for that innocent time, but I am no longer innocent, and she is only innocent because of my manipulations.

Anyway, this gives me the Smitten buff, which allows me to grind Persuasion really fast. It increases all Persuasion gains by one, so I make sure to get as many little Persuasion boosts as I can while the buff is active, exploiting the game mechanics as much as Sol exploits her loved ones.

It goes without saying that I timed my romantic confession to squeeze out the most extra Persuasion points. Which turns out to be 5. Even sadder is that this paltry bonus ends up being crucial.

With this boost, I get just enough to qualify to Assist The Governor. I decide the best way to Assist him is by facilitating his retirement. In this job, he assigns me to make propaganda, so I make him a meme. This is not essential to deposing him or becoming governor, and in fact actually costs me 10 kudos. But it is a small price to pay to humiliate my enemy at the end of his career.

I use my remaining kudos to buy a doll, so I have all four item slots with a persuasion-boosting item. But here I encounter a dilemma. I'm still five points short. The whole game, I have been relying on the broken pet vriki I got in year 12, which boosts skill gains on a success (for me, all the time).

But the coup happens immediately after Early Dust, and you have no opportunity to switch items, so I have to be equipping all my persuasion items to have enough for the check. Without the vriki, I can only count on four points. The only way I can get five points is by getting a super goal. This would be easy, if not for one problem. The fidget spinner, the source of my powers, also takes up a gear slot.

I cannot stim.

For the first time in years, I have to play the card game with real numbers instead of my bullshit all-wildcard deck that breaks the game in half. The fate of the colony depends on me winning without cheese!

I draw a bad hand. I use a crystal to draw a new hand, and thankfully the redraw is much better. It's good enough to win...but still not enough to get the super goal. I rearrange my hand, something I have to do because the numbers actually matter this time. But no combination works. Are my strongest memories not enough?

In a tragic twist worthy of the Twilight Zone, my all-blue deck works against me, because they can't benefit from the fidget spinner, and yellow cards are worth more here. If only all my cards were yellow...

I have a desperate plan. At one end, I play a blue card with a gem, which for this challenge is rainbow - it counts as any suit, including the vaunted yellow. Then, I put my memory of Nomi right in the centre, a special card which transes the gender of its neighbours so they're rainbow too. Finally, I use one of my few remaining consumables to turn my best blue card yellow. At the end of this trickery, I have an all-yellow hand without having a single yellow card.

And then, just as I'm out of ideas and resources:

No pressure.

Having gotten a Super Goal by one measly point, I get 100 Persuasion. I am ready to rule the world. And not a moment too soon, for immediately after, it is Vertumnalia, the annual festival when our coup is planned.

With the combined might of every leader of the Stratospheric behind me, I depose Lum...

And am elected ruler of the only human colony on Vertumna! I am formally granted this position by Dr. Instance, presumably because I am in a de facto political marriage with her daughter.

Trial basis, good one, Doc! I am ruling you ingrates for life.

#cheeseaged exocolonist

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Just finished Rings of Power and there’s a lot I can say. Liked some of it. Disliked some of it. It got me back into Middle-Earth (like I ever really left, some part of me is always there, but like the Star Wars sequel trilogy (which I despise with no remorse) it kind of revived general interest and gave me something new to see in a world I love so much) so I am inclined to give it a chance but overall a mixed bag. I love the books, I love the movies, there was some stuff that should definitely have been changed (or left out) in the series but other than that I liked it. (And if you disagree, good for you)

But what got me in the finale was the misunderstanding. Those cult... lady... things- whatever they are. Them mistaking the Istar for Sauron. That is fucking gold. If he ever finds out what they did he is going to be so offended. The very idea that he, Sauron, would look like a bedraggled, bearded hermit. The gall. The insult. He is Sauron! The bitch who gave himself so many pretty names because everyone else called him Mr Stinky. The right-hand Maia to Morgoth himself. He may not have shown himself in the guise of Annatar in the show (something I mourn because I would dearly like to see a live-action slutty twink Sauron helping poor flustered Celebrimbor make the rings before using him as a banner) but Halbrand is an attractive human form. If there’s one thing Sauron values, it is his own vanity.

And they thought he was the hermit in rags.

He’s going to be fucking furious.

#rings of power #sauron #he is a vain bitch and no one can convince me otherwise #halbrand #the rings of power #I think my favourite part of the show is this and Elrond and Durin's friendship #it's so funny #sauron is a monster #but he's a petty monster #and i cannot think of anything he would find more insulting than being compared to a fucking wizard #I'm not entirely sure how they mistook him for sauron in the first place #or do maia just fall out of the sky all the time and they took the chance it was him?#still not over that one post that speculated the valar were catapulting the wizards into Middle-Earth #it would explain a few things #never thought 'were you dropped on your head' would be a possibly valid reason for Saruman losing it #rhadaghast got raised by birds or rabbits or something when he was getting his memory back then he found people #and immediately fucked back off into the woods #the early head trauma does explain a lot of gandalf's plans #the harfoots caused a distraction that let you escape and fight back #that doesn't mean Bilbo can fight a dragon #and I think the valar overshot with the two blue wizards #they never show up #they're just embarrassed that Orome shot them directly into a cliff face #Are they okay?#Hm? Oh they're fine. Totally. Just... reaaally reclusive

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