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thefirstknife · 6 months

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Final Veil Log!

Osiris: I've reached the extent of what I can glean from the research data. Nimbus: What've we got? Osiris: Less than I'd hoped for. But the last of Chioma Esi's research has led me to an intriguing topic: Ghosts. Nimbus: Ghosts? As far as I know, Neomuna never had any contact with a Ghost before you all showed up. We knew about them, but… Osiris: Precisely. Chioma Esi was researching the entanglement of Light and Dark without fully understanding either. Our Ghosts are a link to the Light of the Traveler. Then how was the Witness able to — on numerous occasions — communicate through them? Nimbus: Is this about the, uh, the magnets thing? The parallel energy fields, right? Osiris: Very good. In areas of Darkness, the Witness is able to create a link, not unlike what it created with the Veil and the Traveler. Nimbus: Ah, like the Vex are able to hack into the CloudArk with their tech! It's a parallel connection. Osiris: And I believe that connection may not be one-sided. I believe that our Ghosts may be able to leverage this connection against it. Nimbus: Turn the enemy's weapon against 'em — well, that sounds great. But how? Osiris: That… I do not know. But what I do know is that while the Witness is out of our reach, it is also out of the reach of our Ghosts. Which means whatever lies beyond that portal — whatever is inside the Traveler — has left the Witness blind to OUR actions. Nimbus: And given us an opportunity to make a plan without it knowing. Osiris: Precisely! The Witness has played all the pieces it can. This is its final act, win or lose. Whatever we do from here determines the fate of everything. Nimbus: No pressure.

Super interesting questions that tie back to the whole idea of the Light and Darkness not being opposites and everything in the universe functioning by being able to use/channel them both. Probably going back to the theory that the Veil and the Traveler were once a single entity.

Interesting stuff about the Witness not being able to see what's going on in the system. Previously we didn't know about it, but then we got lore from Xivu talking to the Witness (in Deep) while the Witness was in the portal. And Xivu was able to report to it and the Witness reported back. So the Witness can't see outside of the portal on its own... But can if something deliberately seeks it out. Obviously our Ghosts won't do that so it can't reach back to them.

Similarly, with the new season stuff, Mara said that the Sol Divisive are acting as the Witness' eyes and ears in the system while it's away, but we honestly have no clue what the Vex are truly doing and I'll talk about that in another post. Either way, it seems like the Witness can't reach to us now, not through Ghosts.

This might be some stuff preparing us for whatever wild shit we're gonna learn in TFS in regards to the Light, the Traveler, Ghosts and the rest. Ghosts are capable of also channeling Darknes, much like the Guardians. It shouldn't be a surprise, but it's still intriguing that there's such a direct connection. Also interesting to know that our Ghosts might be able to seek out a connection to the Witness as a form of a weapon.

A lot to think about.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #veil log #osiris #witness #ghost #my video

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cardassiansunrise · 10 months

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they should let rhys darby play a clever and competent character just once. let him get it out of his system and then he can go back to being Hot And Stupid

#yes this is a thinly veiled cry of desperation for We’re Wolves #i need anton back #personal log

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arakaei · 1 year

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paramore and pierce the veil released new albums today. ahhhh crazyyy. feels so nostalgic. made a new playlist. i will be listening to this non-stop for weeks hahaha. current favs: Crave and Liar from This Is Why while 12 Fractures and Death of An Executioner from The Jaws of Life. :)

#Spotify #happy friday #new music #paramore #pierce the veil #music log

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sidhedust · 10 days

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Dev Log #Who knows at this point

Please for the love of god help me

#dev logs #THIS MECHANIC. SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN #I can't get the variables to trigger so no matter where I (YOU 🫵) the player is the same veil bg will show. over. and over.#in universe this is so funny like. No matter where Luana goes if she pierces the veil she just sees her stupid cringe dorm room #but out of universe it's what the kids call...immersion breaking. Lol #BUT HEY meanwhile. I'm gonna share the aztec crew and more on the indigenous spirits of Tovera+how they looked before they shrunk #because chimeric weirdos are cool #THAT and the zine

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saprophetic · 10 months

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when destinytwo makes you feel craaaaaazyyyyyyyy

#mine #VEIL LOGS ARE SO.

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dawn-moths · 1 month

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Tomura x Reader

word count: 800+

(You try and convince Tomura to take a break from his games and come to bed at a reasonable time for once.)

disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! sfw, soft tomura, maybe quirkless au?? i don’t really know, i just love and miss him a lot and wanna take care of him.

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It’s late— nearly two AM— and the glow of the moon trying to creep in through the gaps of the curtains competes with the glow emanating from the trio of computer screens currently in use in the other corner of the room.

“Tomu…” you murmur, half a groan and half a whine, as you turn over beneath the covers. “Come to bed…”

It’s so warm here, your body heat seeping through the sheets, the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing— one of his shirts, the soft black cotton displaying the fading decal of some game he used to like— clinging to your drowsy form like a veil of comfort and familiarity.

If you buried your nose in the collar, it still smelled faintly like him, despite you basically having claimed it for your own a few weeks back.

From across the room, Tomura sits before his three monitor display, the soft light from the screens shifting the colors cast across his face in a fast-paced rainbow, reds and blues and greens illuminating the pale waves of his hair.

It’s almost to his shoulders again. You’ll have to convince him to let you give it a trim soon.

“Tomuraaaaaa…” you whine a little louder, drawing his attention that time as he shifts his headset so only one ear is covered.

“Ok, just one more round,” he replies, something almost apologetic in his tone, no more irked grumbling or sarcastic attitude present like he used to respond to such a request in the past.

You basically had to drag him away from the computer, once upon a time. If you didn’t, he’d be playing right up until the sun was about to rise.

You rolled over onto your other side, facing away from the glow of the screens, letting your eyes fall closed once more, the constant mashing of buttons clicking softly to fill the otherwise silent room.

Whatever game he’s decided to log into tonight, the rounds are long. After ten minutes he’s still playing, one or two curses hissed out under his breath when his character takes a hit or someone else on his team messes up.

You turn again, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the light. Once the room becomes clear, you can see just how focused Tomura is. Like he’s locked in. Like he’s entranced. The way his fingers fly across every button and joystick of the controller like its second nature to him.

But it’s been nearly twenty minutes.

Enough is enough.

You sigh and rise from the warm comfort of the bed, padding over with bare feet to where he sits in his big gaming chair— a birthday present you’d surprised him with last year. He glances over at you for a split second, trying to conceal the slight guilt that pangs inside him.

“Make room…” you say, and he obliges, pushing back a bit from the desk so you can curl up against him, sharing your sated warmth with him in hopes of coaxing him to bed.

“Swear I’m almost done,” he says, shifting a bit to allow you to get comfortable, pressing your chest to his, legs straddling his waist, arms draped loosely around him as your head rests against his shoulder.

You can just barely hear the up-beat battle music muffled through his headset, the looping audio somehow making you even more tired despite the high-energy pulse of it.

Before long, you feel yourself dozing off again, that heavy, floating feeling of the moments right before you sink into sleep dripping through you like thick syrup, honey sweet.

Not two minutes after your body had gone slack and heavy against his own, the round ends and Tomura logs out of the game, one hand carefully pressed against your back to hold you in place as he leans slightly forward to place his controller on the desk. He puts his computer to sleep, the screens fading to black.

And now, it seems, it’s time for him to put you to sleep too.

You’re passed out, completely dead to the world, breathing slow and shallow, head beginning to loll as he carefully shifts to splay his big palms under your thighs, carefully lifting you as he stands, carrying you to the bed and placing you back among the rumpled sheets.

Once you’re all tucked in again, Tomura slips out of his jeans and puts on a fresh t-shirt— a habit you worked hard to instill in him, something about not sleeping in your day clothes or wearing your sleep clothes during the day— and then joins you under the covers, snuggling up next to you and gently cradling you in his arms.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before allowing his own eyes to fall shut, hoping to meet you somewhere in your dreams.

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runa-falls · 4 months

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my ex’s tapes

summary: you and basil broke up, and now, you're seeing some other guy. but basil just can't get over you. and you know it.

pairing: ex!basil stitt x reader, fwb!jake lockley x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: dub-con, smut, creep!basil, voyeurism, stalking tendencies, piv sex, virtual!cucking, m!masturbation, no aftercare, angst

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this fic was originally for someone else, but basil just fit the vibes so much more!! and yeah, the poll ran for less than 10 hours BUT 🤷🏻‍♀️ im impatient. y'all know me, i can't hold on to a finished draft for more than a day -- so this is this, take it or leave it.

masterlist

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He sighs as he opens up his laptop.

It’s depressing, he’s depressing -- disgusting.

A hot veil of shame washes over him as the monitoring app automatically opens for him as he logs in. A reminder of his dirty habits. And yet, for some reason, it makes it that much hotter.

The screen brightens as the program displays the soft pinkness of your bedroom. A small smile quirks at his lips as he spots you laying prettily in your mini nightgown, sprawled out on your bed, as you idly text someone on your phone.

A quick ping makes Basil switch programs and scan over your conversation.

Jake: be there in 5

You: ok! text me when you arrive :)

It’s like clockwork.

Every Friday he comes over, fucks you into the mattress then leaves before he can fall asleep next to you.

What a piece of shit, leaving someone like you alone at night.

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him. Someone that will cuddle you to sleep and wake you up with a cup of coffee, or kiss every inch of your body while telling you how perfect you are.

And for a moment you did have him–but then your friends went and fucked everything up.

Despite all the shit he did for you, you weren’t satisfied, or rather, your friends weren’t satisfied. Apparently, his idea of protection and security was overbearing and controlling. And he was being clingy because he wanted to spend time with you. They’ve been filling your mind with bullshit ever since you introduced him to them.

Basil easily concluded that you were pressured into breaking up with him. That you aren’t really done with him–you’re just waiting for the right time to get back together. That’s his excuse as to why his cameras and safety initiatives are still in place. Because you’re still his.

A feminine giggle pulls Basil from his thoughts and back to what he was doing. He alt-tabs back to the security cameras, eyes immediately darkening at the image of you clinging onto Jake’s shoulders as he effortlessly carries you into the room.

An ugly weight pulls at his stomach when he sees you happily draped around another man. That should be him coming home to you, carrying you to your bedroom to show you his love.

You’re plopped onto your bed with a squeak, bouncing slightly before pushing yourself up to eagerly crawl over to your hook-up. As you straddle yourself over Jake, he immediately starts to work his mouth over your topless chest.

Basil’s hand brushes over his twitching bulge as your back arches prettily to push yourself further against Jake's lips. Encouraging gasps and sighs fill the room as he nips at your sensitive buds. Your breath quickens as a hand drags up your body to fist at your throat. He sucks harshly at your skin, leaving a pattern of faint bruises and teeth marks along your soft skin.

Your nearly naked figure moves lithely over his clothed body, already getting off on anything you can get your hands on. Basil watches hungrily as your hips roll fluidly over Jake’s lap, cunt barely covered by a flimsy pair of underwear. He pushes against his erection when he sees your blissed-out expression, imagining it’s him that’s making you this desperate.

With a quick motion, Jake pushes you away to unbutton his pants, making sure to only push them down enough to free himself. You suck on your lip as you watch a bead of precum roll over the silken skin of his cock. You wish you could have a taste but that’s not how Jake likes it.

Jake tilts his head as he considers you on his lap, cockily taking in the way your hungry eyes drink him in. With a light tap on your thigh, he commands you to move, “Get into position, sweetheart.”

You climb off of him and settle yourself at the top of the bed, swiftly getting on all fours to present yourself to him. His hand grazes over your ass, clutching the softness before dipping into the heat of your center.

The soft fabric of your underwear is shoved to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to the room. Basil audibly groans as he catches a glimpse of your dripping hole, remembering how hot and tight you are. Your body is built perfectly to wrap around him.

Jake lazily slides himself along the seam of your cunt, humming lightly as he soaks himself in your slick. “Look at this weepy pussy…” You let out a breath as you relax your body against him, enjoying the gentle way he rocks over you. “You’re so messy for me.” Your body buzzes as his cock nudges against your clit with every stroke, fogging your mind with intoxicating pleasure.

You don’t expect it when Jake’s hips abruptly snap up into you with one smooth motion, quickly filling you to the brim with a stinging stretch. The rough texture of his jeans chafes against the back of your thighs as his legs push harshly over you. You whine as your face is shoved into a pillow, barely allowing you a second of fresh air.

Basil grips himself over his sweatpants as he watches your body struggle to get used to the sensation of being filled, legs shaking as you attempt to hold yourself up for him.

Jake easily ignores your trembling and immediately starts to pound into you, strategically angling himself to continuously prod against the electrifying spot inside of you. Despite the sharp sobs dripping from your lips, he knows you love it. Being treated like this. Like a toy.

Basil strokes himself as he watches your greedy cunt swallow another man's cock, effortlessly moving back and forth with each thrust. He can feel his cock desperately throb for you as the filthy sound of your slick sopping down your thighs travels through the camera’s microphone. What he would do to taste you right now, the zingy flavor of your lust on his tongue.

Though he can’t see your face, he can tell you’re already close. It’s the way your body stiffens ever so slightly like you’re holding yourself back from reaching nirvana. He hates how your moans are muffled by the pink pillow. He craves to hear how your noises crescendo as you near the edge, how you crumble as pleasure takes over your body.

You almost feel like you might collapse from the aggressive way Jake drives into you. Jake’s calloused fingers grip bruises into your hips as he pushes and pulls you onto him, setting an unbeatable rhythm that you can barely keep up with.

Jake’s motions briefly stutter as your cunt grips around him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely able to process his words as he continues to fuck into you. “Mm…Your cunt flutters so–fuck–sweetly around me. You gonna cum baby?” Your legs threaten to give in as molten heat rapidly blooms in your stomach, pulling you toward your peak.

You cry out as he begins to drive himself impossibly deeper into you, slowing down when you fail to answer him. His chest vibrates against your back as he growls behind your ear, “Too stupid to speak? I asked you a question, honey.”

With another nudge of his hips, you sputter out a response. “A-ah, yes—I’m so close, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Basil’s sweats are messily shoved halfway down his thighs as he watches your tired body move bonelessly along with each movement of Jake’s hips. The stroke of his hand moves in sync with yours, cock leaking as he grips himself tightly to conceptualize the feeling of being inside of you.

The rawness of your climax causes your body to writhe underneath Jake and you involuntarily start pulling away from his cock as your cunt convulses with ecstasy.

Basil’s eyes squeeze shut as he’s coaxed into his release by your soft muffled whimpers. His hand works quickly along the length of himself as he rides it out, effectively spreading his mess with his hand and on the tops of his thighs.

Jake groans as you suck him in, hands shoving you further into the mattress as you’re unable to control the way your body flutters and jerks around him. With one last push, he spills into you, coating your walls in warmth before pulling out.

Basil watches as Jake steps out of the room after murmuring something about a towel, leaving you there panting in the middle of your bed.

Alone.

You slowly turn over to your back, pushing your hair out of your face as you come down from your orgasm, face thoroughly flushed from exertion. His heavy eyes admire you from afar, wishing he could join you on the bed and hold you against him.

He takes one last glance at you before reluctantly closing the laptop.

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You reach upwards with your arms pulled taut and stretch your body until you feel light-headed. Though you enjoy being fucked from behind, your back is always left sore from arching so deeply. Jake is fine. Good even. But that’s it.

You’ve tried your hardest to ignore it, but something’s been missing from your life. Or someone.

Your eyelashes shadow over your gaze as you subtly glance at the stuffed kitten on your shelf. Your heart flutters when you notice the faint red light on its collar blinking right back at you.

He’s still there.

#*throws fic in your face then trots away*#basil stitt #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt smut #lightning face #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley smut

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ai-satin-chic · 3 months

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The $20,000 Dress Escape Room - Would YOU play?

Want to play a game?

This isn't a normal escape room. You're locked in, but there are no complicated puzzles to solve. If you win, you get a big cash prize, tax free. Only people like you can play. Ready?

The rules are as follows:

ENTRY

All rules must be followed completely. Any rules broken lead to automatic disqualification.

You must sign a declaration that you are a sissy and you will abide by the rules. Your phone will be confiscated and you must provide the details to log into your all of your accounts and contacts.

To enter the room, you must be dressed appropriately. This is called the "Entry Dress Requirement" (EDR). All garments will be provided for you and the final decision on each garment is determined by management.

The Entry Dress Requirement includes:

Full satin bridal dress - either cathedral length, tea length or short are acceptable. No sheath or lace dresses are permitted.

A large multi-layer, multi-tier petticoat (minimum size applies – multiple petticoats may be mandated).

Suitable head attire – bows/ribbons/floral headband.

Full length bridal veil (this may be worn in front of face if preferred).

Undergarments including bridal shapewear, lingerie and stockings (garters provided if required).

White satin heels (minimum heel height applies).

Additional Entry Dress Requirements include full, properly applied make-up, perfectly presented hair and tidy nails. Newly-applied false nails are acceptable if professionally done. Perfume will be applied excessively onto you before entry.

Any disagreement, argument or conflict during the entry process will result in immediate disqualification.

Once management is satisfied you adhere to the EDR, front, rear and side photographs will be taken of you and recorded. Only when all the above rules are satisfied will you be able to enter the escape room....

THE GAME

Upon entry to the room, the door will be bolted behind you and every action after this point will be recorded by our 4K cameras. Smile!

To win the prize, you must escape the room by finding and wearing the correct combination of garments.

The combination will consist of a wedding dress, a matching pair of shoes and a veil. All items must be worn perfectly – dresses must be tied correctly, with any bows, buttons or ribbons fastened as per the dresses' design. Dresses with trains must be worn with full train extended, with no creasing. Important: the wedding dress will only be acceptable if filled out fully with sufficient petticoats. Veils must be tidy and fully spread out. Shoes must be very tightly tied. Ballet style shoes need all ribbons fully tied, with perfectly-shaped bows. You must be able to demonstrate being able to walk perfectly in all shoes.

To submit a combination, walk up to the camera and curtsy. Your photograph will be taken and one of the following results will happen:

A: If any part of your attire is not correctly worn (e.g. back zip not fully fastened, no required train attached, or insufficient petticoat for the dress), you will be notified and you must wait 15 minutes before submitting another. During this time, you may only wait. You will not be told which garment needs adjusting.

B: If you have the incorrect combination, you will be notified and you must wait 15 minutes before submitting another. Again, during this time, you may only wait. You will not be told which garment is incorrect.

C: If the curtsy is not perfect, or if you are unable to walk perfectly in the shoes, you will be notified and you must wait 15 minutes before attempting again. Again, during this time, you may only wait.

D: If you have the correct combination of wedding dress, shoes and veil, whilst also adhering to the rest of the rules, the door will open and you will win the Grand Prize.

IMPORTANT: at all times inside the escape room, you must continue to wear the Minimum Garment Requirement (MGR). Failure to do so will result in disqualification. There are no exceptions to this rule. The MGR is:

A: The original petticoat(s) worn on entry. Additional petticoats may be worn to match a wedding dress, however once you have put on a petticoat, it MUST NOT be removed. To reiterate, you may add petticoats, but you MAY NOT remove them.

B: The original shapewear/lingerie worn on entry.

C: Hair, make-up and head attire needs to be kept to perfect standard throughout. Loose bows must be re-tied if mandated by management. Any attempt to submit with loose hair, slack bows or smudged make-up will fail.

You may try any combination of dress, shoes and veil, however you may NOT remove any items of MGR in order to aid dressing.

There is no time limit. The game only ends with submission, disqualification or a win....

SUBMISSION / DISQUALIFICATION

Submitting or breaching any of the above rules leads to instant disqualification. If this occurs, the following will happen:

Immediate publishing of all photographs, videos and written materials to all of your social networks.

Photographs and USB sticks with all the footage will be sent to all of your contacts – your work, family and neighbours.

Immediate ejection from the escape room. Your original clothes and possessions will be seized and you must leave with whatever you were wearing at the time of ejection.

No assistance will be provided in returning home.

WINNING

If you find the correct combination of dress, shoes and veil, you will win the Grand Prize of $20,000. In addition, you may also keep one dress, one pair of shoes and one veil of your choice. Any petticoats worn at the time of winning may also be kept.

However, you may also choose the alternate prize. If you so wish, you can forfeit the cash prize and return to play the game again whenever you wish.

#fantasy #escape room #bride #short wedding dress #wedding veil #white bow #wedding dress #satin heels #white heels #white satin dress #long hair #ball gown #petticoats #story

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