#ITZ ALL JESUS

[t1ght3r]

im not usually thiz mopey i promizzzz my ego is just kinda taking a hit from being all alone n shit

#itz the supply running low i know thatz what it iz. both drugs and.... do i gotta spell it out #<cuz i wont i hate puttin my mental health shit on blast #wack!.txt #those posts are fuckin embarassing me honestly #but yeah i usually think im hot shit wit a side of almost feeling shitty about myself #rite now tho i just feel like shit and hate myself but at least im fucking sexy and awesome and gud at doin shit thatz bad for me #(<cuz thatz DEF a cool thing to think. fuckin emo bitch. jesus. go back to grade skool yr like a teenage girl jimmy) #god thiz shitz embarassing 2. i waznt tryin to write all that but ive been fuckin alone with my thoughts

[neuvistar]

Ass, tits or thighs for loucha and welt

You can choose other hsr men

Fluff of nsfw you pick

ASS, TITS OR THIGHS?

— featuring ┊ luocha, welt, jing yuan, blade, gepard x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ a lil short i think?? uh not proofread, tiny bit of titplay, mentions of thigh fucking??, slight body worship me thinks, mentions of face sitting, use of nicknames, nothing extreme just suggestive of implied suggestive themes! || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊good question, let’s decide this once n for all ! hope u enjoyed this i had fun sm fun writing it tbh ++ i loved writing jing yuan’s part its so cute 2 me

LUOCHA lowkey seems like a thigh man, blud doesn’t care how big or how small he just wants you to crush him with your thighs. i mean come on i’m sure he probably likes the feeling of his hands trailing down your hips then to your thighs, giving them a nice squeeze while he’s at it. he seems like he’d enjoy times where you would thigh highs, thanking the aeons above for this lovely gift and beautiful sight. ++ when you do wear it jesus fuck his hands r always on your thighs, gently sliding two fingers in your black thigh highs you wore that day, pretty eyes gazing at yours to see your reaction.

maybe if he’s feeling a lil silly he’d slide his fingers inside you too, bonus points for that skull emoji idk man this goof just seems and LOOKS like a thigh man, i’m sure he’s a big fan of face sitting too since he’d love how your thighs cage around his head, holding them firmly as he eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. he just wants to get crushed by your thighs, i’m sure he’s someone that stays true to his word as well, “death by thighs is the way of a warrior” is what he believes. luocha just wants to savour the feeling of your thighs around his head, oh yeah his favourite place to kiss you is probably your thighs, surprise surprise!! that man has a huge thing for your thighs you don’t even know why, always complimenting you how beautiful they look too, you don’t mind though. but anyways, he loves kissing your thighs, such a sweetheart isn’t he?

WELT is expiring bruh one thrust n that fucker is already fading into thin air but itz ok cuz i like em expired (NAHH IM SO SORRY) but anyways he’s an ass man, i’m sure of it. that brunette loves ass more than you think, he’s a sucker for that fatty i know it, look me in the eyes n tell me he isn’t an ass man cuz he is n no one’s gonna convince me he’s not i don’t wanna hear it /j but back to business yeah he seems like an ass man, i think bro’s vv cool with it too like if you asked him “ass tits or thighs” he would give you a full description on why he prefers ass out of everyone of them, whenever you two make love i like to think that he prefers it if you take it from the back. why? well lemme tell you

he likes it whenever you take it from the back cuz he gets full view of your back and most importantly your ass, the way his hips snap against yours, hypnotized by the way your ass looks, giving it a lil squeeze too. oh yeah he’s probably the type to give ur ass little taps, like gentle ones but it isn’t perverted in anyway it’s just to get you moving, and maybe to also get a reaction out of you but yes no more explanation this manz is crazy for ass he would get hard at the sight of you in some tight clothing that makes your ass look nice wink wink. this goof probably snuck a lil glance at your ass when you were bending over one time, grabbing a pencil. let’s jus say, he got hard! cmon he just loves ass, he loves it sm bros probably fascinated over the jiggle physics of your ass or sumn cause gahhh dahum

JING YUAN i think he’d be vv sweet about these sort of things, he wouldn’t rlly separate things into things he liked or didn’t like, he loved everything about you. jing yuan would find you perfect in his eyes, he found you rather beautiful in every aspect, an alluring attraction he could not simply look away from, but he cared not for your body, for your beauty was the least of your features n it was everything else about you that he found the most attractive. beyond compare and without fault. but in all truthfulness, he loves titties stfu i’m not gonna argue with anyone else he’s a tit man and that’s final, it’s true it’s confirmed by me he’s apart of the tittie lover committee. but honestly, like i said he’d find every aspect of you beautiful (he’s a tit man trust he’s just in denial)

he would be so so sweet :( if u ever asked him what he liked abt u (ass tits n thighs yk) he would simply let out a deep sigh and kiss your forehead,

“why do you care so deeply about my opinion on your body?" jing yuan asked softly with a soft shake of his head. "does my opinion mean that much to you? i think you are a rather beautiful woman. that’s all, nothing more, nothing less. i do not look at you like a prize or a toy, my dove, for you mean more to me than your appearance. but since you are so concerned, i will say it. you are extremely beautiful in my eyes, i love everything about you. every part of your body, your facial features, your personality, everything. there’s nothing i can pin point, because i love everything about you, beautiful.” (he still loves ur tits though)

BLADE is indecisive with this sort of thing me thinks.. he’d choose all three but if you ask him why he did, honestly he’d pull up some shit like “because i desire them all and i get what i desire” or sum shit like that, he’s just a lil indecisive guys. but jokes aside, he would prefer your tits. he’s probably a tit man in my eyes! there’s just something about your titties that makes him stop and think about the decisions he made in life. the first time you guys got busy (if you know what i mean) blud would get all red for the first time asking if he could touch your breasts, and that special day.. he fell in love with the feeling of his hands engulfing your tits, the softness of your flesh was intoxicating to him almost.

he probably doesn’t care about size either, he just loves how his large hands engulf your tits as a whole, he loves the little whimpers you let out when he plays with your hardened nipples, twisting it gently as he feels your body jolt against his, pressing himself even closer against you. blade loves you and your body, he just can’t get enough of you because you’re so beautiful to him, he’s one lucky man to have someone like you. he’s probably into titfucking too, the thought of it makes me curl my toes tbh. he probably slides his dick in between the softness of your breasts, a moaning mess as he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your boobs around his cock. bonus points if he came on your tits afterwards, he fell more and more in love with you and your titties. he would probably cum on your tits like 99% of the time whenever you guys would have sex, you would scold him sometimes but cmon he can’t help it. he loves how pretty your tits look covered with his cum.

GEPARD last but not least the babygirl ever, most the babygirl of the babygirls, he would probably prefer ass ++ thighs over anything else. he tries to push these kind of thoughts away but he knows he can’t escape them when you’re right there all dolled up and pretty for him. gepard would blush seeing you in a short skirt, bonus points if you wore thigh highs or black tights along with it. i like to think tgat he would feel ashamed of himself for thinking such things about you, taking a quick glance of your thighs whenever you both use the stairs, seeing how your skirt would move a bit. jesus he didn’t even know you had allat back there, but you did. bless your parents. but honestly i don’t think he’d care about the size either, he just loves how soft they feel against his palm, huge fan of you taking it from the back too.

gepard is probably into thigh fucking too, grabbing your thighs and ripping your black tights, positioning himself in between them as he slides himself between the heat of your inner thighs, his dick also rubbing against your pussy too more bonus points for that. he would savour and take in the feeling of your thighs against his cock, loving how warm you felt around him. he’s such a huge sucker for that fattie n huge sucker for them neck crushers, if you sat on his face and broke his neck he would probably blame himself for being too weak to handle you like he should, speaking of that he loves it whenever you sat on his face, like i said no matter the side he’s diving into that pussy like it’s the pacific ocean, he doesn’t give two fucks if you’re too heavy your pussy is the ocean he’s gonna dive in 2nite (he’s practically asking u to break his neck atp skull emoji)

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut #hsr imagines #luocha smut #luocha <33 #luocha x reader #welt smut #welt x reader #welt yang hsr #welt <33 #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan <33 #jing yuan x you #blade smut #blade <33 #blade x reader #blade x you #gepard <33 #gepard smut #gepard x reader #gepard x you #holy shit they’re so hot #i want them

[bumpkinspice0]

Parallels Chapter 16: Empty

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: A month in and neither of you have worked up the courage to take the cure. The days seeming go longer as you prolong the inevitable.

Warnings: Jesus Christ the Angst, heartbreak, longing, sexual frustration, unhealthy coping mechanisms, obsessive/ possessive behavior, like WFT am I doing??

A/N:  An update in just over a week?! Yeah, I'm surprised too. This is going to make everything worse and I'm so sorry.

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Chapter 16

Empty

There’s a deep aching in your chest that won’t go away. Something physical just to remind you how much life sucked right now. You used to think the term heartbreak was completely metaphorical. Turns out there’s some truth behind it. How can a heart break? Maybe not break completely, but you think it can crack. It can fracture and bleed. I vital part of your being was working at half capacity with no time to fix it.

Maybe that’s what you were feeling, you were bleeding out. Eventually, there’d be nothing left. 

It’d been a month since you’d seen him, but seemingly not a moment goes by that you don’t think of him. It felt stupid. Dramatic like in the movies. You and your lover can’t be together so now you spend your days wallowing, fighting, and eating too many cheeze itz. This is what the pinnacle of a hero’s sacrifice looks like, ladies and gentlemen. All done for the greater good of the universe. 

Your chest ached since you got home and your ears started ringing yesterday and haven’t stopped. The spider-sense won’t let you forget how miserable you are either. The buzzing is almost deafening, the carnal urges unsatiated by your own hands. You cry out his name whenever another unfulfilling orgasm shakes you, only precious seconds of faint relief. 

You could have put a stop to this weeks ago. The key to your salvation sat idly on your kitchen counter, waiting to be used. 

The cure. 

You’d pick it up every night thinking tonight will be the night, then as you hold the needle to your skin dread overtakes you. Like you’re going to burst into the flames if a drop of that poison gets into your body. It felt… wrong. Like cutting out a perfectly healthy organ. You just couldn’t do it. Not yet. 

Or maybe you were just trying to cling to some part of him— grasping at whatever pieces of Miguel you had left. 

You couldn’t let him go. Not yet.

Is he suffering as much as you are? A spiteful part of you hopes so, if it would only mean you’re not suffering alone. Misery loves company after all. Not that you really had company lately… 

You’d stopped yourself from calling him a few times when the urges got too painful. It would be so easy. Just seeing him would be enough, you’re sure of it. Would he even come? The tugging on the other end of your invisible chain tells you yes. Then you open the watch to see Lyla hoving there, disappointment tugging at her artificial features, and you instantly feel like a scolded child.

You’d barely been to the citadel because of it, worming your way out of any missions you can. Just being in the same building as him was borderline unbearable. Jess and Peter asked you a few times if you were okay. Apparently, you weren’t hiding it well. 

So instead you bury yourself in your work here, in your dimension where things made sense— and somewhere Miguel O’Hara was far, far away from. 

If you kept yourself busy with hero work then what time would there be left to grieve? An absolutely rock-solid plan that always worked when someone is in crisis. And the very thing you’d scolded Gwen for when she’d first come. Much harder to stop in practice, it turns out. 

Your late/ early hours in the city didn’t go unnoticed, Jack was checking up on you near constantly. It was sweet of him to be worried but there was nothing he could do. Even if he tried to be a voice of reason, you wouldn’t listen anyway. Maybe you just wanted to brood. Stew in your misery until it eats you up completely. It was so much easier to do that than to move on. Moving on required work. It required you to finally let go.

So dramatic. That’s your life now, you suppose. 

You lie awake in your bed, another sleepless night. The buzzing too powerful to ignore— because it was never supposed to be ignored. That’s what a spider-sense is for! To tell you something is wrong. He wasn’t here and it was wrong. 

You kick the sweat-soaked sheets off with a frustrated groan. You can't keep going on like this. It had to end. You march down to the kitchen, for the millionth time, with every intention in the world to end this cycle. 

The plastic of the injector gun groans in protest under your grasp as you hold it over your left wrist. It was right there. It was right there. You notice the pale liquid in the vial shaking. Your hand was trembling. 

“Come on!” you scream at yourself, “Just do it! Just do it!” 

You slide the gun away and bury your face in your hands.

Coward. 

The sun is coming up. Jack will be here in a few hours to use the studio. This house was more his than yours now, anyway. You’ll be gone when he gets here, not wanting to sit through another lecture about self-love and moving on. 

You slide your suit on and leave for the city that awaits outside. At least that still made sense to you. 

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Miguel had found anger was a good substitution for feeling nothing. Not that it was really a continuous decision. He’d always been quick to anger, but now it was just easier. 

“You know you're supposed to bring them in alive, right?” Gabe had scolded him a few weeks ago when he brought in another Kraven anomaly, bloodied and battered with two broken arms. Not dead though. He seemingly couldn’t help himself, the hunter's face reminding him of that final mission he had with you all those weeks ago.

“He is alive,” Miguel mumbled back before disappearing into another portal. He spends more time in realities other than his own these days.

He wasn’t a killer, but he also didn’t have any pity for those who chose evil as a career path. Villains are no more than a distraction lately. Normally he’d bury himself in his science work when moods like this popped up. Countless engineering projects gather dust, just waiting for his skillful touch. He’d barely been in his lab the last month.

He could still smell you there. In his sheets, on his suit— your taste still lingering on his lips. You followed him everywhere and he couldn’t outrun it. Still, it didn’t stop him from trying. He’d cleared a record number of anomalies this month. 

He was burying himself in his work… in a way. 

Seemingly endless nights lying awake with the sense ringing in his ears. Hollow feeling jerk-offs in the shower, just to get any inkling of relief. They never did. He thinks he feels you too, sometimes— through the link. Doing the same shameful things as he did. It didn’t help to know you were suffering too. Suffering because of him. 

He hadn’t even touched it— the cure. 

You were right to be afraid of it, he was too. Every instinct in his mind was begging him to dump it down the drain. To get rid of it and never think about it again. He knew he couldn’t. It had to be done… eventually. 

He’d seen you only once. Passing by from a distance in the tower. You were exiting the lobby with Jess and Peter and he was on a walkway at least 5 stories up. He felt the tug and spotted you instantly. Sometimes advanced senses were a curse. That familiar urge stirred in him at just the sight of you, his cock instantly shamefully bulging in his pants. 

He saw you pause, undoubtedly feeling the desire too— the unbearable longing. If you felt him, then you hadn’t taken the cure either. A part of him wanted to rejoice and the other part wanted to scream. Neither of you could do it. But if just one of you broke that barrier then it surely would be easier for the other, right? To end this suffering. So far, it seems like neither of you were brave enough.

You didn’t seem to come to the tower much anymore. He can’t blame you. Still, it didn’t stop him from checking in on you any way he could. Channeling in on your dimensions news, watching you fight from across the vast multiverse. It felt dirty, spying on you this way. Yet by the time the disgust and guilt for his actions registered, a screen with you on it had already been playing for hours. 

You never seemed to stop, constantly on the prowl day and night. Either your city was under such a criminal siege that you had no time to rest… or you were distracting yourself just like he was.

Why did he torture himself this way? He tried to justify it by convincing himself it was for your safety. To make sure you were alright, ignoring the fact that you were just as capable of a spider as he was. You weren’t some damsel that needed saving or a lover that could be used as leverage. You were strong. A hero. Just like him. 

So why did he really keep up this dangerous game? Why didn’t he just bite the bullet and take the cure, making yet another ultimate sacrifice like he had so many times before?

Because Miguel was completely in love with you. 

He was in love again and he simply could not let that go so easily. Even just thinking beyond the spider-sense, he’s sure he’d loved you for months. He couldn’t even say it started out innocent because it definitely didn’t. Two spiders acting on their most primal of urges, devouring one another until they found the person on the other side of this desire. A beautiful, perfect, captivating person. A bond turned to an agreement out of necessity— now ending in the greatest heartbreak. 

Another thing he couldn’t have dangled in front of him and swiftly ripped away. Fuck the universe and all its cruelty. Fuck this job. Fuck you for even having the audacity to exist. Just fuck… everything.

Miguel rips through a portal into his lab, dragging a caged Sandman behind him. 

“From universe-694, take him down to Byte,” he commands into the ambient space. Instantly the ever diligent spider-bots emerge from the shadows, taking the caged villain down to sector two to be shipped back home. A constant ritual. Constant work. 

“Lyla,” he commands again, “Find me another one.”

“There isn’t another one,” the AI illuminates in front of him, “Everything’s being handled.”

“By who?” He bites out.

“I don’t know, the countless other spiders you hired to do this job exactly.” She glitches closer to him, doing her best to properly scold the seemingly emotionless Spider-man. 

“There’s always more.”

“Take. A. Break.”

He growls in frustration, swatting away her pixelated form. Fine, he could take a breather, just for a little bit. 

He jumps up to his desk, the various monitors illuminating in an instant. He wanted to see you, just for a little bit. He types in the coordinates to your universe, Earth-727.  The video feed illuminates for just a moment before it’s zapped back to black. 

“Lyla!” he barks, “Turn it on.”

She blips to the desk in front of him, “No. This isn’t healthy, Miguel.”

He rages, clawing through the projected monitors and pushing the mess off his desk. He’s not proud of it, but it doesn’t stop him from throwing a tantrum anyway. 

He takes a moment to gather himself, to just calm down, “Lyla please.”

Her yellow form stands there unmoving, sympathy drooping her artificial features.

“I… don’t think you should.”

Her tone makes him perk up. There was something to it. Something more than just pity.

“Why?” he asks cautiously. 

“I… told you, it’s not health—”

“You never tried to stop me before though. Not with her, not with my family.” He steps closer to the AI, as if he could actually intimidate her, “Why now?”

“Miguel—”

“You’re hiding something,” the acquisition is fueled by paranoia, yet he sees a shift in the small projections demeanor that shows truth behind it. She was made to mimic human mannerisms almost exactly. For all intents and purposes, Lyla basically was human—in the ways that mattered. Even she couldn’t hide things from him. 

She sighs, turning her gaze away from him. 

“I was overlooking some cannon and I came across something,” she starts, “Something in Earth-727.”

Your universe. He feels his heart clench in anticipation. 

“And?”

Though Lyla could show the entire range of human emotions he’d never seen her look so… sad. 

“Miguel… She's going to die. She’s going to be killed. Tonight.”

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[catghoulz]

didu know your literally the most wright person in the entire world anbotu christianity and also merry christmas and it loves u? sorryt its druk

thru teh power ov schizautism + gnosticism special interest ive unlocked teh rare ability ov Looking at """""""""non canonical"""""" textz & th absolute abundance ov syncretism th early jesus movement had w/ surrounding spirituality & like. trying 2 understand th actual rootz ov christianity rather than just blindly accepting the mutilated corpse ov it which haz 4 thousandz ov yearz been molded in2 an empty puppet to reinforce th needz ov wider power structurez

tbh tho putting aside my fascination with early christianitiez in termz ov my actual beliefz i think id identify more with the sortve. alexandrian religious syncretism glimpsed in the greek magical papyri & much ov nag hammadi, wherein itz divinitiez r often invoked coequally with godz ov greek or egyptian pantheonz. i may be fond ov sophia & barbelo & epinoia & sabaoth & various other figurez from gnostic christianitiez but i am also fond ov inanna & dionysus & phanes & th water serpentz & all kindz ov other bitchez. & this waz extremely normal! i think part ov pplz problem religiously iz theyre following religionz which historically tended 2 syncretize elementz tht compelled them from neighboring spiritual beliefz, but treating tht religion like a static thing which must be kept segregated from outside influence & well. the spiritfluid doeznt lov it folkz! u are letting her stagnate wen she LITERALLY wantz 2 play with her friendz!! letz all keep her moving everyone ^v^

o also i blame much ov th cringe ov modern christianity on stigma against wht iz now called psychosis tbh. i think some level ov it iz basically required to meaningfully engage in religion & by trying to eject such ppl from society ur pretty much guaranteeing tht religion will be boring shit in their absence

ANYWAY aww ilu2 i hope u hav a nice drunkenness ^v^ since itz hiz big day here r some ov my favorite Jesus Momentz

[thevalleyoftriumph]

BOO BACK AGAIN. D00MBUG WDY EDITION

🤥💥😭👊💤🎂🙊🙉🙈🍀💧🌌📢🎀

JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY ETE !!!!!!!!!!!!! UR KILLIN ME HERE /POS

okok. silly guy time

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?

oh god no, theyre awful at it. they can tell a good lie if they try hard enough, or if they need to, but just in general? absolutely not, theyve got too many tellz to count.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

similarly to their au counterpart, anger! though thiz d00mbug iz better at fear and frustration, anger iz consistently a problem for them

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

mmm. thiz bug haz... rsd. /hj. they dont cry very easily, but if itz about something they love saying or doing something that they perceive az hurtful, theyll like, hold it in until theyre somewhere else and then just sit there like. ":'] im fine" <-- lying

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

oh for sure. verrryyy very quick to violence if they think someone deservez it. yknow the saying "dont start fightz, but end them?" yeah they do both. they start AND end the fightz.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

hell no lol. they dont usually sleep simply bcoz they dont Have to, but sometimez theyll just like. plop down next to a friend and conk the fuck out. thatz the only way theyll ever sleep - if a friend iz nearby.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

they dont really have a birthday? they didnt keep track of the day they were made, but if someone askz theyll usually either say they dont have one, or bullshit a new date every time. theyll only really celebrate it if someone else doez for them.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

they eat code. ill let you imagine the rest.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

leaving that damn wii !!! bitch wantz OUT they wanna go BITE SHIT and PLAY GAMEZ THAT ARENT WII GAMEZ they want OUTE!!!!

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

mmm. situational. if itz from a stranger, theyd have to try their damn best to get under their skin. but friendz? just a simple "i hate you" can COMPLETELY undo them.

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

yes and kind of. they DO believe in luck, though not thingz like lucky horseshoez or the like [cloverz are an exception lol]. but their luck... variez, lol.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

sam, when she becomez aware of their existence in the wii, doeznt update it for YEARZ. shez afraid of what any bugfixez will do to d00mbug, and for good reason. you know how sometimez, if you dont update an electronic for so long, it kinda force updatez all at once? :] well. :] yknow. :]. if that were to ever happen, then d00mbug would be effectively erased from existence. theyd die almost Painfully, in the span of a few secondz, and then POOF. nothing left. there wouldnt even be a trace of them having ever been there.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

when i waz making them i waz like ok. i want a wdy sona/oc. but i also want to be COOL. so i waz like... okay well ive seen ppl make other miiz and yknow virusez and stuff so i waz like. why not make a bug? like an actual bug in the code, not JUST an insect [though they do have buglike propertiez out of coincidence lol]. so from there thatz how i made them :] their outfit waz the first thing i decided and if youve seen my current sona then you know Exactly what it iz lol. it influenced a lot.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

veeeery loud. they dont really have a sense of volume control. they speak almost cartoonishly sometimez, though usually thatz only when messing with people- theyre often very toned down when alone or with friendz. theyre somewhat glitchy sounding - like CM during samz story, but like. toned down and to the left? i dont exactly have a voice claim for them lol i just imagine them az a deeper vers of me with fucked up glitchez n effectz n shit that get worse when theyre pissy.

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

well. they ARE kinda a sona. so TECHNICALLY, they ARE in other mediaz/auz if i have a sona there too.

lol no but in all seriousness thiz d00mbug specifically would be such a nuisance in some auz/worldz. medieval worldz? wouldnt last a day [no electronicz to stay in]. but sci-fi? or mediaz where robotz/androidz are a regular occurance? yeah theyll cause so many problemz. they WILL eat ur highly important code and they WILL laugh about it after.

#kits ocs #d00mbug | oc

[joe-moi]

The chickedee from JQUK woz called Haven

That other chickedee is called Eden May. I woz talking to her on the reg and fote she woz nice tbh with u. She sent me a foto of her wit her sista and itz not da same person from the JQUK fing. I swear to jesus. I woz around thru all the shit that went down man and the txts wot were on da tread on Twitter with a foto of the Haven wotsherface not close. Eden has blond hair and she's fugly as fck.

Howdo u all come up wiv they're da same chick? Is this jus all speculativ r wot, Do ya have evidenze

what’s up haven/eden/JQUK/jqupdates_? Having a good day?

It’s not working. You’re not tricking any of us on the other side of this account or probably any of the anons in here. Please give up with this charade. We all know it’s you.

nobody speaks like this. We know that you are trying to disguise yourself you need to stop.

#anonymous asks #🛼answers

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

Hidden Valley r@ncH

i JusT burned my friends bedframe their ex gave them and alSo found out the evil ex wuz a FatshAmer at lulul3monszz .!?? also met A gurl who wanted to put her feet in the fire .!;D n Butned a xmas tree cuz Jesus isnt god.!!! HAPPY EGG ZEMA DAY!!!!!!!!!!

Diss weekz has been spent dissociating n Crying n being scared of my own poop.!!:) welCum to HIDDEN VALLEY RANCH.!!!111 LOLZZZ this is not michael jacksonzz pedo land.!! dis is CWEAMY CWEAMY 11:11 RANCH.!!!!! (aka my sexy sexy sexy partners cum became ranch in my mouth when i Kholed n this is whut i wanna Kalll this blog post. K.!)

diss week i think i now i just realized i broke my finger a few wekz ago n itz deadazz just been untreated owchiez!!! had to skroll all tha wayBack 2 /10/23 to when i took pix of me wiff it wrapped in hello kitty band aidz.!!! i has nerve damage =[ from cutting open chiggen pesto. packet. Also im a sammich master of pesto kraft cheddar avocado sun dried tomatoes. also realized My Pussy tat (“meow”) iS baSically Kitty which is Ketamin3 which is so freakin street n hood n BARRIA/BARRIO.!!!!!!!! so basically when u have seggs witH me u BasicallY Get Hi like Ketamine which is kitty which i already SAID.!!!! =^_^= meoW.!! =^_^=

“my heart so separated from my head so many thoughts about all the things u said all the things u said.” i hate being gemini moon.!!!! i just jumped around 4 times and did a cartwheel n spun in a circle to make my bed.!!!:-D

okokOkKkKkKk so diss week / last week IDEK i went to tha mall n ated chikyfila:-] we said grace b4 n my skirt garter also got stuckked on the ChaiR so i deFz screamed n the chair Hit my bootyy so NOwwwz i have more bruises!!:] i luvv being mall goth n gettin moi boba n kissing in the hottopic fiTting r00M .!!! N gogodancing at elsewhere wuz Kute n fun wif my BEST FWEND WHO HATES TWINK SHORTS N WE RAN AROUND ST TRAFFICKK AFTER EATING BANH MI N DOUBLING DOWN ON OUR IDEA OF STARTING A VEGAN BUBBLE BUTT T STORE LOL.!!!! n i Yawned a lot n sweated a lot n den got more callouseszz.:-) #modelfeet

i luv living in BUSHTHICC PUSSY :-} .!!!! phat pussy betta than skinny flatbush Bussy…… =]]] i met a hot girl who touched my handzz so nice n said my choker was hot n my hair was rly cool n unique N den said if she wuz a Dj her name wuld b LezbHonest cuz she’s gay>.< n we did K in el bano 2gether at cute jazz bar w sexy pretty disco lites where i Def def defs had an existential crisis lol Feeling lik every 1 that walked in looked like someone i had met b4.?! I guess nothing is original under tha sun N we literally r all connected.?? N although we (strangers as a collective) hav Nvr met b4 there r specific things tht can always remind us of home …. Home is everywhere it is in ourselves.! <afterwardzz we tried to stalk her costar to c if she had taurus placements .!! =p>

daily commutes early morning subway fingers accidentally slip onto other fingers intertwining a little bit but we always pull away reallly quickly, shy n defensive n unyearning. <poem i wrote ab accidentally touching lik 5 diff pplz hands in crowded subway>>>>

Y does billyraebobbycyrus hav so many fuggin BABEZZ.?! hannah montana hannah montana hannah MonTananananan.!!! babananannanana.:)

I HAV BEEN TO TWO EVICTION HOUSE PARTIES NOWZZZZ LOLZ n nyc housing has gots to get betterzz =p eithEr Way, i LUV NIPPLE BUMPIN MY FWENDZ OUTSIDE OF HAPPYSOCKZ IN BUSHTHICC WHICH IS NEAR BEDFORD AVENUE I MEAN BEND MEH OVER AVENUE N MOI SEXY WEXY PARTNER IS MOVING OUT THA SHELTER (VERY TRACY CHApmaAn FAST CAR REFERENCE)) N i find it poetic when we are all gathering together when someone struggles to put the remainder of the K in the baggie so we all bring out our metro cards n argue that it’s way better than a card cuz it’s paper thin n can hold the K better ….. N i love the confirmed bisexuals that fall down the stairs in attempt to walk me down it safely ironically enough N how moi fwendzz always seem 2 scout out the Autistic Gurls out for Meh 2 dates.!! I luvv unmethy adderal N photoshootz on rooftopz n workin doubly hard on moi Charlixcxx soundcloud playlistt Dat now is lik UNPRIVATE :-D N more poetry readings with lots of weeeD i Do Not smoke n calling out of work cuz i am haven thoughts ab the validity of my existence .

DO NOT BOOF UR KETAMINE UNLESS U DILLUTE IT WIFF H2o Cuz it will MAKE U BAIL ON COMEDY SHOW W REPTILE n YA U SHULD FALL ASLEEP BUT WAKE UP JUST TO TELL EVERY1 HOW NANA IS SOOOOOOO GAYYYYYYYYYY.!!!!!!!! n Roleplay pilates instructor and gynecologist n Hav mental breakdown while eating mini slider at Salud after having SEGGS ON UR BESTIES ROOFTOP N PEE PEEING THERE AFTER DOING CHEAP BUT GOOD QUALITY K FROM A PSYCHIC.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Photodom is Nice n i defs almost fought this chick racing meh down the stairzz but whatevz i hav Come to the conclusion tht if u don’t lik me it rly is Ur problem . :-] 2C is cool esp when u Doin it off ur Hello kitty mirror n find pink stuff all over ur nosey nose >_< blush blush wink wink then u contemplate bringing ur partner 2 emergencii room so they culd b on Mtv new season of SEGGS BROUGHT MEH 2 ER LULZZZ :-]]\

i luv using HERS ROGAINE even tho i has lots of hair alredy CUZ IM LITETALLY BOREDDDD n sneakin in2shelter n takin slutty sexy pix of meh in moi praying bikini N manifesting Fame n sexy ness More n More cuz i yam supposed 2 b an icon i guess cuz now tht i got rejected by Succesex academy i kan lik Now profit off of being completely sexy .? idk. :( cus i feel not cute alot.

Undiagnosed adhd ass callen lourde stan i missed my therapy appt cus i purposely handcuffed myself n don’t know where i left tha key.?!

Rennyxcx<3

[jasonstuart]

Please share this with all your peeps who are artists who don't wait for permission to create art. We (Mitch Hara & Carlyle King) are knee deep in post production on Smothered Season 2. Soooo we need money to complete out season for our fabulous editor, Robb Padgett, Publicity, Social media and all the Film Festivals and Award show fees and and and! lol. So if u can give us a few dollars or a even million! Any amount would be wonderful. We are so proud of our little show that made such a big sensation in its first season. Thank you to all the folks involved. The Actors & Crew Terri Hanauer , AMANDA BEARSE, Erika Elizabeth Ervin, Aida Rodriguez, Jai Rodriguez, Nicole Evans, Carole Goldman Nic FewByron Quiros, Armand Fields, Ellen Gerstein, Joshua Bardier, Ivan Davila, Dalila Ali Rajah, Pancho Moler, Mercedes Steele, Scott Krinsky, Jasper Cole, Linna Carter, Kareem Ferguson, Krishna Smitha, Susan Hopper, DawnMarie Ferrara, Helen Hong, Erik Aude, Karen Tarleton, Robert Costonzo, Clent Bowers, Samantha Tan, Vasilios Filippakis, Emily Pascal, Hitoshi Inoue, Camille Bersier, Scottie Nevil, Blanca Lopez, Jed Zyrell Olmedo, Itze De Jesus, Hailey Gibson, Bella Meza, Shyla Fernandes, Ricardo Mejia, Isabel Mejia, Mars Mejia, Niaz Parvaresh, Mela Lee, Pierre Hamelin, Andrew Aroche, Parvesh Cheena, Robert Digby, Dino Herrmann, Gloria Laskey, Lindsey Hufnagel, Peter Lefcourt, and so many more! https://www.gofundme.com/f/smothered-season-2-fundraiser

[vicmanuel0311]

Support link at bottom of the page.

#Support link at bottom of the page. #SALVATION #faith #grace #REIGN #ITZ ALL JESUS #commonkingdomwealth

[t1ght3r]

makin a venty postz fuckin embarassing. get under that cut ya bastard. not tagging shit

itd be fuckin cool if i could actually talk to people and not get locked the fuck away cuz they realized who i wuz. WHYZ THAT A FUCKIN SURPRIZE TO YOU MOTHERFUCKERZ? LIKE DID YOU LOOK AT ME??? we were just too fuckin stoopid to admit it. like ive used the bastards pix as my face claims foreva. ya cant fuckin supress me like thiz or im gonna keep acting out cuz im alone. LIKE??? YOU THINK THIS IZNT FUCKIN WITH ME TOO??? IM THE ONE WHO HAS TO GRAPPLE WITH MY BEIN THIS MF AND STILL NEEDING THE MUZIC N SHIT TO LIVE! i hate bein in a system with fuckin cowards like i fuckin get it but jesus you SUCK.

like i may not be the exact same as my fuckin source (with the bad shit) but i got enough quirkz about me where itz like fuuuuuccckkkkk. like i am not the best guy and i fuckin know it and hate myself for it but at least im not THAT bad you know?

and watch them complain that the guy from mindless self indulgence is mindlessly self indulging and fuckin up the body especially cuz yall wont let me talk to people. shitz wack

at least this fucked up front letz me know im not a damn fragment because ive felt like a million bucks and also like total shit the past few days

i cant even share this fucked up vent art of me almost passin out on the fuckin floor last night after puttin cigs out on my arms (stood too long + adrenaline. our fuckin disabled azz). itz just a dead fuckin give away for my introject shit. itz even got song lyrics cuz that wuz playin in my ears when i was layin on the bathroom floor all cold and hot and nauseousz and fuckin gross feelin. you know. faintin shit.

im fuckin embarassed to pozt this shit for realz genuine venting makes me feel like a pussy i hate it. i have an alt on our vent and even there it feelz fuckin WEIRD AZ SHIT!

#whats my fuckin text tag even #wack!.txt #sure whatev i might change that

[meatpuppit]

ok do a review of being in your 20s so far

sucks tbh

#sorry :/ #itz just that i feel haurrible all the time and every1 around me is like living their lives #and i am on tumblr. jesus christ. #like ive been a fucking loser my entire life but this blows

[n0wornever]

You Again - Luke Patterson x Reader

Can you do a Luke x reader fic where the reader who let’s say is supposed to be looking for Alex (he’s the one who planned this) and instead stumbles upon Luke (a shirtless Luke) working out and he try’s to be all smug and charming...”

Alex sat next to her at the lunch table, watching as his best friend glared at his bandmate who was scarfing down his meal in front of her. The drummer giggled to himself as Luke’s gaze rose to meet the girl’s. 

“What, Y/N,” Luke said with a mouthful of food. 

“You eat like a barbarian,” She said, putting her fork filled with spinach to her mouth.

Luke rolled his eyes, shoving the food back in his mouth before looking over to Alex with pleading eyes. 

“Alex, can you get your friend to not make a snide comment about me for like, one minute?” 

Alex shrugged, “I’m not in charge of her, but I do wish you two would get along long enough have a nice meal.” He elbowed Y/N as he finished that statement. 

Y/N had to agree, she and Luke did fight a lot, but she knew that he almost always started it. The two of them had never gotten along, simply because he was everything she hated in the male species. He was a conceited rockstar who constantly had multiple girls on his arm that he’d probably never call again. He was attractive, knew it and used it he used that to his advantage in a way that just boiled her blood. 

Luke just grunted in response to his friend as he finished his food. Y/N rolled her eyes as she leaned in to rest her head on Alex’s shoulder. 

The next day, Y/N arrived at the garage to meet Alex to go get ice cream. She was a little early, but the band wasn’t practicing today, so she figured that the two could just head out now.

“Hey Alex, I’m here..” Y/N yelled into the garage. 

She didn’t see the blonde anywhere. Her search was interrupted by something crashing in the right corner of the room. Her eyes moved to investigate, falling on a certain brunette, wiping his brow with a towel. 

Y/N’s eyes fell onto his body without a question. His chiseled chest glistening with sweat. She tried to train her eyes to move quickly to his face before he noticed, but the smirk on her face let her know it was too late.

“Like what you see, Y/N,” Luke said, winking in her direction.

She rolled her eyes before closing them and turning around.

“Patterson, could you put on some clothing please, Jesus,” She heard him giggle as she let her eyes open and rest on the ceiling. 

“The coast is clear, Y/N.” 

She looked back over at him, a black cut off covering his chest now. That didn’t help the fact that his perfectly toned arms were basking in the open air. She tried to shake her drifting thoughts and crossed her arms at her chest. 

“Where’s Alex?”

Luke took a huge drink from his water bottle, breathing heavily as he started to speak again.

“Told me he was hanging out with Willie today...” 

“That jerk ditched me...” Her mouth dropped in shock.

The boy let the left side of his mouth raise to a smirk, watching her pout. He lifted himself off of the mat and walked over toward her. 

“All you’re left with is me...” He said, raising his arms toward her. “We could always hang out.”

“I’ll pass,” She said, pursing her lips. 

Luke chuckled, moving closer toward her. The heat radiating from his body entered her personal bubble. 

“Well, feel free to wait here to yell at him, I’d love the company.” 

She didn’t say another word as she moved over to the couch on the other side of the room. She pulled out her phone to angrily text Alex. She heard Luke call her name and turned her head to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to finish up my workout, do you mind if I play music?” 

She shook her head and he nodded, pressing play on the stereo. Led Zeppelin blasted through the speakers as he made his way back to the bench. She finished typing her message and chose to to scroll through Instagram. She saw a picture of Alex and Willie sitting at the park. She couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s dorky grin and double tapped the photo. 

After a few moments, she grew bored and let her eyes move across the room. They eventually landed on him again. 

He lifted the weighted bar away from his chest, veins pulsating from his arms. She tried not to be mesmerized by the amount of ease he seemed to push through the reps in. As he lifted the bar back onto the shelf above him, his chest heaved in and out. He turned his head and met her eyes. His smile grew as he shot a wink her way before sitting up. 

She shook her head, trying to draw her attention back to her phone. She felt footsteps draw near her, but she didn’t move her gaze. The cushion beside her fell and she finally gave in and looked over to see the guitarist sitting next to her. 

Their eyes met and Luke searched her face for the usual angry response. She didn't say anything, just looked at him as he wiped sweat from his brow. Her gaze had held for too long, but she couldn’t open her mouth to say something smart. She finally diverted her eyes for a moment so that she could breath easily again. 

“Y/N, you okay? That’s the longest we’ve gone without insulting each other,” Luke laughed. 

She let a small smile fall on her face, taking a quick glimpse at him. His eyes were wide, lips slight parted as he studied her. 

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.” 

He moved over on the couch, scooting in closer to look at her phone over her shoulder. His breath was hitting her face, tickling her ear as he whispered into it.

“Whatcha doing?”

She tried to fight the shiver that ran through her with their closeness. She turned slowly to yell at him for snooping, finding their faces centimeters apart. She watched as his eyes darted from her lips to her eyes a few times before he leaned in even more. She felt her heart rate pick up. 

“Hey, Y/N sorry I forgot....oh?” 

Their intimate moment was cut short by a loud voice in the background. Luke pulled way quickly, trying to act natural by pulling his towel back up to wipe his face. Y/N looked over to Alex and smiled, trying to remain cool while her chest heaved in frustration.

“I’m going to go,” Alex said, his smirk growing. 

“Alex you don’t have to..” She started, but the blonde was already out the door.

She heard Luke laugh next to her again, and she turned to glare at him. He ignored her anger and leaned in toward her again. His hand came up to her neck, pulling her close to him. He smirked at her sharp exhale that came with his sudden contact.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” He grinned.

She bit down on her lower lip for a moment, letting her eyes fall to his lips. Luke took this as an invitation, pulling her lips in to meet his. 

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[thevalleyoftriumph]

HAI !!!!!! HERE TO ASK ABOUT D00MBUG

👁️ 🤥 💥 😨 🌋 🙈🙉🙊

JESUS babe thatz a lotta emojiz /pos

thiz iz gonna be the au vers of them since u Did specify that in dmz

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)?

hmmmm. i dont think they actually have eyez tbh. itz just empty black with two little white lightz! ppl dont usually notice the fact therez nothing there unless they get close to em, they just see them az oddly colored eyez. nothing really special!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?

oh absolutely. little shit liez all the time bcoz they think itz funny. i dont think theyd have any OBVIOUS tellz, but for ppl who know them well itd be fairly obvious- they love to play up liez and stuff and be more .. idk smug? like theyre smug NORMALLY sure but they play it up a ton when lying to be a smirky and shit lol

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

all of them. you think thiz guy knowz how to tell apart emotionz? absolutely the fuck not!! who do you take them for. id say the onez they struggle w the most are frustration, anger, and fear. they just dont know how to deal w them or express thoze onez very well.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

actually, they go into "freeze" ! theyll just completely and literally lock up. if whateverz scaring them doeznt go away or lessen, then they CAN get pushed into "fight", where theyll be overly aggressive and assertive to try and get outta the situation.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

hmmmm. instant explosion id say. they cant really tolerate much that pissez them off. annoyance iz a buildup, but genuine anger iz instantaneous.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

the fact theyre a somewhat murderous robot lol. end of story. they dont LIKE killing people - itz not their preferred method of dealing w shit, thatz mostly just fucking w them in other wayz - but they HAVE done it, and CAN and WILL do it again. but for the ppl they like, theyd rather thoze people Not know about that.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

mmmmm. theyre very chatty in general, so itz hard to pinpoint something specific that they wouldnt shut up about. i genuinely cant think of anything for thiz one lol. maybe home?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

augh okay. nothing specific would hurt them - itd have to be contextual. like, even the worst insultz you could think of wouldnt have much of an effect on them.

but.. a simple "goodbye," said in the context of whoever saying it never coming back? leaving them behind, or just about to destroy them? that. thatd be the worst.

#kits ocs #d00mbug | oc #oc | au

[sweetestdreamsofyou]

Books books books.

I always read quite a lot. After James died last year my concentration went to shit. I didn't read anything except the Becky Chambers books (so comforting) and a bunch of audio books.

Now I'm actually in the middle of all of these, all from recommendations from people I love, because when someone I adore says, "You have to read this, you'll love it" I pretty much start right away.

The Better Angels of our Nature from @itz-still-not-me based on a conversation about how brains work. Also almost finished with the audio version of Glory Road.

The Gunslinger from imisreadeverything.

Jesus and John Wayne from the now defunct @applebees-bar-deactivated202201 (miss you, babe) based on many conversations about religion and politics

A Wise Man's Fear from @wisconsinwarlock because he's urged me to read the series for years

I'm hoping my brain will be back functioning enough to actually finish these and a lot more this year.

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

**4 RECT@L us3 0NLy** <spam Moosiboobie>

wE 4GoT ouR Politival Values just to dance @ a les tUrkish Klub in silverLake cuz FUG it!!!! it’s not lyke we made the LA times front pg Once At an armenian protest against turkey!!!!!!!!!!!!! <it wuz her sis> n walked all the way from bev hills to santa Monica in Chunky demonia platformZzz just to make sure we Stood up 4 our beliefs n Freedomzz. <it wuz jusT once.> i luv my best fwend lily !!!!!!!! she is the literal best n No one else is as Hawttt as her n she wants 2 taste my blood n die next to me while we both hav guns in each other’s mouthz n tht is the kind of Luv i need n want n whut fuels meh to be alive 2Day <3 :-3 we had a kute sleepover the day i came over n i tried 2 feed her oppossoum Mochi dried berriezz but she wuz scared of Meh. after dancing til Akbar closed n some cute Kunty gayzz wanted to take pix with Us cuz they thought we were Kute!!!!

i has bden outtah Townxx 4 Lik a week n i hav luved tha sun in Cali butt i yam now on tha plane back to NY n god im so fuckin happi to go back . this plane smells like brioche bunz n Air fried Potaotezz. hehe. Idk why.? but Ya being back home made me go into a crisis sort of just being wiff mi Mum n being forced to go to church n being emotionally violaiLe . i did a live tweet during moi tIme @ the candlelite service tht kind of went Lyke dis.

Haii !! Ok im HEREEESS.

sooooOoOo high on @dderaL i wish my legs would stop shaking . im hidIng in tha BathrOom and im Also like pooping sooOo much cuz of the anxiety idk how My Body is producing Diss wiff just 1 meaL a day. ?! i do NOT wanna go to outpatient facility for Ed probzz but my doc n i r on a safety plan .

oLd lady h3Re forgot to TurN heR pHone off Sooo her ringer is just going oFf . she doesn’t know how to turn it OFFF. shuld i HelP or just keep live twEeting??

oOk oKokOk dude who sang Mary did U kno kinda slapped . Got DaMN!!!!!!

kinda feel like mi Mum likes church sm cuz it makes her forGet ab pain which is like rly Fucked up?!?! Le sighh..!

idk if i shuld go public on twitter Cuz tbh i hav almost 6,000 tweets n they r all a mix of nudezz, rantz/ramblingzz, emo shit, random pix of kuromi n Domo n actually sum vulnerable shit lmao. Plus twitter is fallin off lowkey . Tumblr 4EVER!!!!!!

Xmas wuz funn tho outside of dat. lots of beach hoppin then i dressed uP 4 a party in which i put a pic of Jesus on my shirt n carried around a mini bible n alSooo made. A choker out of an OLd xmas ornament i Stole from mi mommi tht said No3L . i learnt tht cards against humanity has a card tht says Br1ght pink pussy n thts now my fav word besides coochie cheeze. i saw a swiss cheeze plant tht made me hungry at a fancy plant store in Laurel canyon where i drove around in circles just to find a sewing machine store tht turned out to B a vaccuum storefront tht sold broken singerz. Butt i went to peetz afterwards N got sum grass jelly brown sugar drink N i asked them Y n When they Decided to Go fuLl Bob@ gangster Cuz it didn’t seem so american Franchise now. I didnt get the answer i wanted.

Then i took some pix of me on the toiLet with .5 lens then sent it to my fwend then i found some Seggggxxyyy jeffrey campbellzz at crossroadz for like $18 IM OBSSESSEDD WIFF. then i def Wuz late to Brunch at Sunset rooftop bar which was a flashback 2 when i tried 2 get a job there n they rejected Meh even tho they asked me my availability n basically told me i was hired like summer 2021 during my haituS Back to the W3st c0@sT but it’s ok cuz the Hollandaise sauce did NOT smack.

i Luv overhearing 50-60 yr old favgots in La geek ab their green new lululemonzz n plan their nose jobs “while they r still young.” It is soooo hot and so celeb Cotoure to mEh it makes me feel sooOooo pop culture being around itz .

i wrote a lil poem ab seeing old friendzz dis week :-D <3

“

they remind me i pierced their ears

cuz it’s been a couple of years

and we had to do it twice.

and it wasn’t so nice

cuz the holes kinda closed

but at least we succeeded

when we tried.

they remind me i brought them coke

when we were all trying to cope

during 2020 quarantine.

and that nite we ate shroom filled oreos

while some of us threw up

and others held our hair back

and i kant help but

feel like a teen

tho this time im seen

so it actually feels rather nice. “

it’s been 9 months since i’ve been back home so old friends and i hold each other close

and swing in each other’s bedroom stripper poles while we sing to avril lavigne . and khole at parks and look at the bark on trees at the arCadia arboretum. we admire the lights on the race car speedway along the highway and get stuck driving on the hill up to the hollywood sign but it’s ok cuz even tho we almost got in a car accident we were 2gether n shared the sunset listening 2 fly Like a G6 . got nauseous from the K then ordered mcdonalds on door dash . shared fries then reminisce on the poetry that we’d write and the weed that we’d smoke tho i no longer toke but they remember when i used to wear lavender oil and

dreads in my hair and we all kind of laugh cuz we’re so evolved now from the naive christian girls we used to be . and we sit across the bar from one another with our gin and tonics and sodas and cran while taking multiple trips to the bathroom to snort kitty off keyz. asking what new mental illness diagnosis we’ve received now that it’s been a year since we’ve caught up with one another N continually 4give ourselves 4 who we used to b . …..

being reminded by friendzz ive known since i was like 18 tht i wuz gaslighting myself into believing i had a personality disorder summer 2021 wuz CRAZYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And i explain to my therapist i embrace my “youth” but not being “young” anymore because that’s something kinda cringey for me now. That theres a difference now for me. I kan feel it and it feels good to feel. it Seeps into the way i am able to call my old friends from the hospital anytime n i know they’ll pick up and we’ll cry n share poetry ab the people we’ve lost cuz sometimes it still doesn’t feel fair we made it this fair and they didn’t. But forgetting is nvr the answer. N it’s good to remember.

YgghHhhHh Yea!!! soooOooo ucla knows my pretend Gf is now goin thru an immense break up n they r over the possessive sheit !!! Cuz when u lick someone elses strap it’s kinda awk now !?…? thA boba gangster Store i grew up hanging around turned into an Anime boba little maid cafe ???? and all the asian food now is served w a side of rice n Beanzz instead of soy sauce egg n fried tofu w/ cabbage??????? .!!!! @quarius moons can hav my third hole , i regret not going to the froYo place in Hollywood called frog cuz mochi + plain tart yogurt is tha Besssst. Car rental place in la gav me a fuckin race caR n It Wuzz jUdt like Sosooooo h@rd to drive it made me wanna go cry in A trader joezbathroom n eat calufiflower rice smothered in butter . Dude who waited in line wiff meh for the shuttle to car rental place rite when i Landed as well gav me an egyptian cigarette n an I <3 ME liter. <3 <3 heheheh. i Def lost the liter immediately idk where it went Ugh. also i wiSh i a partner to take good pix of Meh :-[

i wuld do anything to hear an english man whIsper “beans” into moi Earzz cuz i yam bunion sun , ingrown toenail moon , and callous rising. N did hella become cali slang bc of the coachella car stickers that peel off then become just hella???? Alsoo hello kitty weighs 3 apples and is pro ana for that . Cuz why the fukk we gotta know that .

Ok well i think i typed 2 much diss week n ih8 lookin forward 2 2023 but i Dink it’ll b a good yr. ima leave behind so much bullshit n delete contactzz n old pix n msgs cuz I don’t need any of dat this upcoming yr. i wanna fall in <3, invest in my business andd focus more on long term stability + my career <3 i don wanna feel lik i need to prove anything to any1 ima jus put my head to tha sky n stay Fly lik a cheese stick. n keep my eyes on tha prize : spam musuboobiez. <3 Im landing now in Newark n hope to see more dykes w star face pimple patchezz n i STG if this white girl nxt to me doesn’t stop puttin her baby powder dookie smellin lotion on around meh Ima SCRWEAAMMMM!!! i rly rly loveeee u all !! :-3

Xxxxxxoxoxo renchang 1201 (my twitter username n 12/01 is my Old dogs bday if anyone was wondering)

[stevenbasic]

...so here we are.

”...you’re tripping me!”

“I am not tripping you…” I said, as I watched her quizzically examine her keycard, which she had just pulled from her purse as we stumbled down the fifth-floor hallway, towards her room, “you’re just...really drunk.” 

“I am…” she said, voice suddenly serious, playfully so, “I really am…” 

And then she laughed like a banshee...

”Melissa shhhhh…!” I hushed her - a few drinks deeper than I thought I’d be this evening myself and trying to keep from laughing, “people might be sleeping..!”

“Ppppsssfhh… “ she sputtered, slipping her keycard into the top of her dress and waving me off dismissively, strutting ahead of me several paces. I watched her totter on her huge heels, admiring the sway of her womanly hips even in her drunken state. “It was sooo fun tonight with the band,” she said, again entirely too loudly, raising her hands above her head, now starting to slowly writhe to her own music as she walked.

”You were certainly having a good time,” I commented, outright staring now at her ass as she rolled it lasciviously, dancing by herself. In her skintight dress her cheeks shook with their own breathtaking swagger, more aggressively wanton than anything she had done earlier, and now entirely for my benefit. She was just being playful, she was sloshes out of her mind, but the end result was earthshaking, jaw-dropping. 

As she strutted, her swollen glutes slid up and down in syncopated rhythm stretching the material of her dress to the limit with every hit of the unheard bass. Three horizontal folds were now stretched across the apex of her butt, bunching the inadequate fabric with every surge and gyration of her deliciously voluptuous rear. I watched as her dress rode further up her thighs until she giggled, reached behind herself, and pulled the hem back down. 

“Dr J were you looking at my butt when I was dancing tonight?” she asked, plainly. 

“What?? When?!?” I stammered, remembering pointedly the times earlier when I’d been doing just that, “N-no..!”

“It’s really, really filled out recently,” she continued, all the while popping and gyrating her womanly hips to an unheard beat, causing her powerful looking glutes to bounce back into action. Oh god, they practically had their own gravitational pull and despite myself I still couldn’t look away. “I mean, look - itz a tank -” With that she shook her impressive glutes even more aggressively, in an earthquake of flesh and muscle, back and forth, back and forth, punctuating each swing of her hips with a  “Boom, Boom, Boom!”

“M-Melissa..!” I implored, trying to laugh, and trying not to moan...or faint - she may have more muscle in that rear than I have in my whole body - “Someone might see!”

At that she laughed and turned back, eyes half-lidded, and stepped right up to me as she spoke up. ”Oh shusssh it’s jush us...” she chided, throwing her arms heavily around my neck and looking down at me with a sozzled twinkle in her eyes, “...shorty.”

She giggled. 

I looked up at her. Christ, she was so tall: with her heels, six-six? More? I shuddered, immediately feeling so short, so small, eyes right at her collarbone, at the rings of her gaudy golden necklace. She tilted her chin up, making herself seem taller still, and peered down her nose at me. 

I felt a sudden surge of her perfume overtake me. 

“How’z the air down there?” she giggled, and played her fingers through my hair. I struggled, but suddenly felt myself unable to fight it: I glanced down into her breasts. 

Fuck...me. 

My heart pounding, I looked back up at her. I saw it in her eyes: her energy was wild, drunken, unpredictable.  She seemed to be holding herself back on a short leash, albeit tenuously. If I was going to be the one to stop things, it should be now. 

Or, well...soon. 

“Here,” she slurred, as suddenly she reached behind herself, steadying her weight on my shoulder with her other hand. Half-struggling in her inebriation, she clumsily removed one shoe, then the other. She threw her arms again over my shoulders, big sparkly stripper-heel sandals dangling behind my head from her fingers. Now, with her barefoot, we were a little more face-to-face. 

Who am I kidding?

“There we go…” she purred, still looking down into my eyes, “...that better?” 

“s-s-sure…” I stammered. Truthfully, she was still a good five (or more..?) inches taller than me, but at least I felt less...dwarfed. Eyes at her chin, nearly her big, brightly-painted lips...which she pursed for me in a drunken air-kiss. 

“Mwah!” she smooched...and then she did it again. She pursed her lips - slowly, more dramatically this time -  into a big, glossy kiss, pausing, letting me look at it, and then smacked the air between us again. “Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!”

Then she cackled like a crazy lady. 

She laughed, turned, and draped her left arm over my shoulders, her right around my middle. She glomped onto me, putting her - ooof -  weight on me, and announced: “Now...where’s my room?” 

“You’re so drunk, Melissa,” I replied, as I slowly began again to guide her down the hallway, acutely aware of the press of her big, soft breasts into the back of my right arm. 

“It’ss your own fault...“ she slurred, “you an’ that...bartender, you wanted to get me drunk didn’t you? <giggle!>” She was stepping clumsily, feet entangled in mine. 

“Oh my god am I going to have to carry you?" I joked, struggling to keep her upright, keep her from listing into the wall. Jesus she was heavy. 

"haha yes!!" she laughed, suddenly putting both arms around my neck and leaning into me, putting her full body wei-

Aaahhhgh..!!

“Ohhhhahahaha!!” she laughed pulling me down. We fell right over, me careening into the wall on my left, both of us crumpling to the ground in an awkward heap, she on top of me. 

“Melissa..!!”

Her laughter filled the hallway. “Am I that big??” she screeched, laughing again and, as she slowly started to extricate, to untangle her limbs from mine, she got to her knees, then to a crouch. She offered me a hand, as I was still righting myself. I took it and, as she began to stand, she told me “Looks like I should be the one carrying YOU!"

As soon as I got to my feet, I was swept off them. 

"WHoOOAhhhh...!" I cried, as Melissa reached her right arm under my knees, her left supporting my back, and scooped me off the floor. Suddenly I was in her arms, cradled to her like a-

“Melissa!!” I exclaimed, shocked. How is she..?!?

“Hush now, mommys got you!” she laughed, hoisting me up a bit more, settling my frame in her arms, and setting off again in a walk. “You just shush and let her take you home!”

“Stop..!” I cried, at once both humiliated at my new situation - I was being carried like a child by my new Office Manager - and awestruck. How strong is this woman?!? “Melissa put me down!!”

“You’re so light!” she marveled, as she strode with shocking ease down the hall, bearing me with less effort than seemed possible, “How much do you weigh??” 

“I, uh, I d-dunno…” I answered, finding myself flabbergasted into submission by this show of strength, “like...o-one fifty?” The power in her arms and the soft press of her chest into my right side had cowed me, and I was now passively letting her carry me, arms pinned helplessly. I looked down the hall, her door was approaching. We didn’t have far to go, and I coul-

”Omigod I outweigh you by almost forty pounds,” she crowed, “and...I just keep getting bigger…and bigger...and <hic!> bigger...<giggle!>”

I looked up at her, she down at me, her thick dark hair framing her face. That hiccup had shook my whole body. She was smiling, obviously amused at the whole situation, while I was thinking-

i’m still losing weight…

“Here we are, my roooooom…” she announced, coming to a halt and turning to the door, number 536. She made no effort to put me down, and merely held me (and her shoes, still) as she asked “Get my key for me?” 

“Wh-wh…?” I stammered, confused, “Wh-where?”

“Riiight there,” she said, looking down at her chest which - squashed into my right arm and side - bulged up over her top. And held her keycard. It was tucked into the bodice of her dress. I could just see the tip of it, white edge peeking just shy of where it lay, slipped between the dress’ neckline and her right breast. 

Oh no I c-can’t...

“It’s okay...they won’t bite,” she chuckled, and waited for my next move. She hoisted me again, settling me more firmly in her arms, and giggled at my dilemma - I was obviously too frozen by my meekness and modesty to just reach for her tits. “C’mon…” she urged, stifling a giggle, “you can do it…” 

I pulled my left arm as free as I could and, heart racing, summoned my courage and gingerly reached for the card. Just as I did, she mischievously took a sudden deep breath, inflating herself up inside her soft, elastic dress just to make my task more difficult. Lord god I couldn’t help but goggle as her huge boobs bulged.. “Melissa…” I complained, hearing myself whine but unable to tear my eyes away. She only laughed at my plight and encouraged me again.

“Itz right there, sweetie…” she cooed, and finally I was able to pinch it, take hold of it without touching her skin, and slide it out while she giggled again at my dilemma. I held the card aloft and, as she crouched a bit for me, slid the card into the lock to unbolt the latch. 

“Good boy!” she praised, managing with her right hand to grab the handle and push open the door. With me in her arms, she stepped into the room. “We’re home..!” she announced, as the door closed on its own behind us, with a portentous <thud>.

As she walked us in I saw that her room, of course, looked a lot like mine, just as a mirror image. A single king sized bed dominated the main space, a good-sized flat screen hung from the wall over a long set of drawers. A single chair with a small table sat in the corner, next to the floor-length shades, which had been drawn. The rooms here at the hotel were done in a modern-beachy style, if there is such a thing, sort of like the rest of the resort.

Currently, the lighting was dim, the covers pulled down and pillows arranged: touches from the staff that likely visited over the past few hours. Melissa walked us right up to the bed and, unceremoniously, dumped me onto it, head up near the pillows. I bounced a little on my back; the mattress was quite firm.

Immediately I started protesting. “I should go,” I said, starting to sit up but not moving from my position; Melissa had leaned over the bed, near my feet.

”No no no..! <hic> You need to relax..!”” she charged, as she grabbed one foot and began to pull my shoe from me.

“Uhh...M-Melissa..?” I queried, watching her as she dropped one shoe, and began working on the other, “I...I think I’d best-”

“Shhh, shhh….” she directed, yanking the second shoe off me, tossing it aside, “therrrrre….now you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel better…” She stood up, blew a lock of hair off her face, and-

Jumped on top of me!?!

“MELISSA!”

The bed shook, and she was laughing, as she’d just launched herself off her feet and fell onto the bed with me. I was knocked back as she’d landed at my right side, her arms straddling me, and she immediately fell down, her head hitting my chest, resting itself up near my shoulder.

“Let’s snuggle…” she cooed, purring and clucking, her nose nuzzling into my neck. She was drunk, sooooo drunk; she would of course never be this physically affectionate normally. This was beyond the pale.

“M-M-Melissa…” I began, trying to mount a defense but with the soft press of her body against mine: the face nestling into me, the strong arms around my thin chest, the big breasts squashed into my side and now a huge, long leg draped across my hips...she had me not only immobile but struck helpless. My heart raced. This was too dangerous, too much, but I was paralyzed by my own weakness, unable to move a muscle.

“MMMmmmm thisss feels so nice....” she purred, smacking her lips and rubbing her nose up my throat, “just the two of us, together, finally. I’m so happy…”

Good god I can’t let this happen, I can’t, I thought, the repercussions of infidelity storming through my brain, but being drowned out themselves by the temptations of Melissa’s body, the scent of her hair, the thought, the idea, the possibility of her peeling that dress down and-

Oh my god, what’s happening…? Her leg had found its way on top of me and was moving towards - jesus, I was hard. If that knee or thigh came to- Stop it! I told myself, Stop!

I shifted myself, turning my hips away from her, trying to avoid her leg. She moved, up my body a bit, her leg rubbing against me, still trying to find purchase, find something. She’s doing this on purpose… Jesus just the thought of that drove me harder, swelling me up towards my belly. I can’t let her feel...

In a show of resolve I didn’t know I had, I turned more, away from her to my left, flipping myself onto my left side. to shield myself. I faced away from her, bit my lower lip. My eyes were watering with the effort.

I heard her whine behind me - “awwww…” - but then, undaunted, she cuddled up closer, squashing her big, soft breasts into my back and spooning me. She raised herself up just enough to whisper directly into my left ear.

“Remem...ember when we did the pictures…? On the beach..?” she breathed, her voice so close, filling my head and making my loins clench.

I tried to keep from moaning, and was able to stutter back. “Y-yeah, like...three d-days ago..?” I was obviously aroused, she must have known that. In her drunkenness, she either didn’t care or just found this incredibly amusing.

”Did you have funnnn?” she asked, still purring into my ear. The buzz of her sozzled voice was thrilling, so intimate, and again I nearly groaned. 

“y-yeah I did….” I replied, thinking I should just stay quiet, thinking that - if I just waited here, immobile, quietly - maybe she would slowly fall asleep, pass out. But...god help me, I didn’t. Instead, I kept talking. “...I can’t believe how much...different you look, now, compared to back then…” fuck what am I doing…?

“You mean my boobs are bigger?” she said plainly, voice popping in my ear. I could hear her smile, and felt her nose nuzzle my hair. 

Again - only because she was drunk, I continued. “W-well...y-y-yes…”

”You’re right,” she purred, so drunk, “They’re soooooooo much bigger. I was maybe a triple-D back then, or an E or something...I dunno….but now I’m…” 

Her voice trailed off...but she was still breathing into my ear. Almost imperceptibly, I felt her press her breasts into my shoulders.

“Y-y-you’re w-what…?” I peeped. I couldn’t believe I was asking this.

”Omigod I don’ even know…” she giggled, “an H? Like an H-cup now? But even those, my new ones….they’re sooo tight now…”

“R-r-really..?” I asked, sounding entirely too curious, too eager.

She paused.

”Soooo Dr J…” she began again, “while we were doing the pictures...how you had to keep going into the water? Was that because you kept getting a bonerrrr..?”

“What???” I exclaimed, shocked, “Melissa!!!”

“Well...was it??” she giggled, relentless and pressing in closer.

“Melissa! No!!!” yes.

“Oh c’mon...it’s okay..!” she laughed, starting to sit up a little behind me, “I know it’s hard to hide. Randi told me…”

“Randi told you what??” Oh my god this is a nightmare!

”How...y’know...big you are <giggle!>”  she pressed, pausing, looking down at me, “So...how big are you?”

”MELISSA!!!”

“C’mon, tell me!” she cried, playfully, sitting up more and putting her hands on my hip to start to pull them tow-

Abruptly, defensively, I turned onto my stomach, facing the headboard and biting my lip again. I heard her sign in amused frustration.

“Melissa I can’t-”

”Oh shush...we’re frien’s, right?” she persisted, slumping herself again down next to me, “And it’s juss us here…” She put her mouth right next to my ear again, and bit my lobe impishly.

”Melissa this is so i-inappr-“

”....And I just told you how big I was...creepy guys are constantly asking my, like, bra size,”  she continued, unvexed, her voice slurring, perceptibly slowing down, “I’ll tell you anythingg. That my waist is twenty-two inches, my hips are thirty-eight. I’m six-one, a hundred and eighty...eight..poundsss...”

Jesus christ. I had to fight to keep myself from rutting my now fully stiff shaft into the mattress, dry humping the bed.

“So, c’mon...you tell me now....how big is it?” Her voice was getting more sleepy.

”oh my god…” 

”I know...you, you’re such a gentleman…” she drawled, “I mean I was so drunk tonight you could have totally taken advantage of me...you’re such a good...husband...”

With a pause, as I lay there on my belly tense and stock-stiff, she paused, drunkenly switching gears.

“I’m sorry your wife is so mean...” she whispered, “I’m sorry she’s...the way she is...to you…”

I lay frozen.

"If you were myyy husband I'd…well, I’d be differenttt..”

She was slurring.

“You wouldn have to work so hhard...”

I shuddered as she...oh christ...started kissing my ear, tenderly, gently. God help me I didn’t back away.

“I wouldn' let you lift a finger..."

Oh my god, Melissa...Melissa...

"...and I'd have a million babies for you."

That did it. “M-Melissa…” I whispered, as I turned to her with my lips…

She had passed out.

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BIG help from Doubleburger, vman2000, kjm7997 and Antares. And apologies that - tho I did the morph myself on the first image - I don’t know who did the original morph in the second. Plz advise!

#Growing Into the Job