#badly drawn stitches lol

[lilbit-of-kizzy]

Just woke up from a nap and had the wildest dream:

So it was basically a Don Bluth spin on It's a Wonderful Life (completely different story but same premise) with Michael Sheen voicing the MC (.....yes he looked like Aziraphale but that's not important the only thing silly about that is that my brain supplied me with "oh THAT'S why his 'Newspaper man' act is so familiar!" Lol)

The story was rather interesting, happening during a WW2 type setting. Can't really remember most of it (there were submarines??) just that instead of seeing what would happen if they were never part of the love interest's (I never actually got to see who that was) life as a ghost, they got to be there and meet the love interest that hadn't known them all their lives. And go on some Bluth-y adventure while trying to fix everything that was wrong by them not having been alive in this universe

Anyways at the end they did the whole "I understand I'm important to the universe" thing and it was time for them to wake up, the angel/fairy....thing? that had led them on this adventure said they'd been healing them (head wound) during the whole dream and yes they could wake up now. TURNS OUT the MC was afab and the fairy, knowing very little about humans, Did Not Understand and had kinda....girlified them back up (don't worry they fix it lol)

Cut to me watching the movie (dreams are weird ya know) and the channel I'm watching it on MUTES THE FEMALE VO!? I was so furious cause I knew they were doin it for transphobic reasons, and while I couldn't hear the female voice I knew that the MC talked about their life growing up with the love interest while they still presented as a little girl (and tried explaining the complexities of human gender norms to fairies in the process)

And the freakin channel I was watching on had badly stitched in this random, horribly drawn/animated, kid in the background, and they kept muting anything that talked about the little girl being the MC, hinting that the story was coming from the stitched in male kid instead

Anyways the MC told their story about wanting to be with the love interest but knowing once their (rich) family found out they weren't a girl they'd never let the two of them be together. Idk there was a whole back story I can't remember now ANYWAYS

I was so pissed as I was (unknowingly) waking up that the channel had done that, and when I realized I was waking up my first thought was "man it has been forever since I've seen that! I oughta find and watch........it's not real 🥲"

(and yes the female presenting Oops We Healed You Back Wrong MC was @doria-plume 's Anastasia design lol)

#dreams are so heccin WEIRD #but also #i want the trans don bluth movie with michael sheen now 🥲 #dreams #michael sheen #it really wasn't good omens coded at all lol #my brain is just rotting it's fine #idk what to tag this #also i know i sound insane it's ok just go with it #trans #I suppose?? #y'all lemme know if you want this outta the tag lol #oh and doria let me know if you'd like me to untag you!!!

[theinvisibledoodlewizard]

Blorbot Important Facts?

I’m still in high school (helping family takes a toll on how much school you can do)

I’m seeing a therapist

I have some self worth/not knowing when to stop to take care of myself issues (hence therapist)

I’m a Christian

I’m demi aro/ace but I would want to try dating at one point to say I have (irl tho…. My parents would freak if they found out I found some dude online XD)

I use she/her but you can call me literally anything and I won’t care (I literally made my own neon pronouns as a joke. Wiz/whir. They make me laugh so hard. Use them and I will be in stitches and unable to pay attention to you)

When my blog title says “I change hyper fixations at the speed of light”? I mean it.

If you read anything about my badly drawn fnaf au I will love you. 🥺 lol

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#stitches #badly drawn stitches lol #scribbles

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Drawn to a Flame

Pairing: Logan x Charlotte Wheeler

Summary: Logan and Charlotte go for a short drive that ends up being so much more. Set shortly after the ending of Stitches

Warnings: Just a bit of cursing and very brief references to a car crash.

Disclaimer: Logan belongs to Pixelberry.

Word Count: 3364

A/N: This is my piece for @rodappreciationweek Epilogue Day. Just as with the first part, the name for this came from Shawn Mendes’s song Stitches (I might be just a little obsessed right now lol)

“Um, Logan?” Charlotte's brow furrowed when he took a right turn two blocks before he should have turned left.

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t the way to the college.”

“Oh? It isn’t?” His tone told her that he knew it wasn’t.

“Damn it, we don’t have time for this. My meeting with my advisor starts in less than an hour! I can’t be late to that after missing so many days already.”

“It’s not like you were playin’ hooky, babe.”

“Yeah, because demolishing my car in an illegal street race is an approved reason for missing weeks of classes.”

“Nobody knows you were street racing when you wrecked.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “For now.”

Letting out a sigh, Logan moved his hand from the gear shift to rest briefly on her leg, squeezing a spot just above her knee gently. “Just relax, okay? I got you. You know I’ll always get you where you need to be.”

Instinctively, she tried to reach out her left hand to lace their fingers together, remembering too late that it was her broken arm. Despite her best efforts to the contrary, a small whimper slipped out at the jolt of pain the small movement caused.

Logan chuckled ruefully, “You would think you’d remember by now as much as you’ve done that.”

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed as she bit out, “Shut up.”

He pulled his hand away from her leg and she had to fight the urge to beg him to put it back, but almost immediately, his fingers were tangling gently in her hair, somehow managing to tuck the messy strands behind her hair without taking his eyes off the road. “I know babe. I miss it too. More than you can possibly know.”

The tender sweetness had her almost desperate to touch him and her frustration skyrocketed as a result. “Would you stop being sweet? It isn’t helping this situation one bit.”

“Should I laugh at your pain instead?”

“Yes, actually. That would be incredibly helpful.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. That’s one thing I can’t do for you. Especially not this time.”

It sounded almost as if he actually regretted it and Charlotte fell just a little harder for him. But she also didn’t miss the shudder that went through his body and found herself wishing for someway to comfort him. Even if the accident had helped bring them back together, she hated the way she’d scared him with her stupidity. Plus, losing her car like that was killing her. “I’m so sorry, Logan. I – “

“Don’t. You’re fine. I’m fine. It…it’s all fine.”

Dropping her head back against the seat, she smothered her groan of frustration. He’d been staying with her for a week but he still wouldn’t talk to her about the crash, despite the way it was clearly still bothering him. Like he thought he had to be this unaffected tough guy about the whole thing. She wanted so badly to push him on it, to make him open up, but she’d been down that road several times already and it always ended with a fight. And that was something she did not want to get into with the way she was already fighting a pounding headache and a touch of nausea – not that she was going to tell him about that particular development – so she held her tongue, letting the deep thrum of the Devore’s engine relax the tension out of her aching, exhausted body.

The next thing she knew, a hand was running gently through her hair and a soft, muffled-sounding voice was calling her name. Using an inordinate amount of effort, she pulled herself awake, vision blurry as she locked onto Logan, who was kneeling at her open door.

“Hey, Troublemaker. Have a good nap?”

“Mm-hmm.” Eyes threatening to slide closed again, she blinked hard a few times, but still felt like she was fighting a losing battle.

Chuckling, Logan leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “So…you think you’re ready to go back to school, huh?”

“I would be if the damn doctors would clear me for it.” Even to her own ears, her voice lacked conviction.

“Says the girl who’s worn out after taking a short car ride.”

“That doesn’t mean shit.”

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

Too exhausted to argue and beyond desperate to have him close to her, she raised her good arm to wrap around his shoulder and pleaded, “Hold me?”

“That mean you want me to carry you, Troublemaker?” Logan’s low laugh was somehow gentle and sweet.

“No. It means I want you to hold me.” Charlotte couldn’t help but cringe at how whiny she sounded.

“Char” – he sighed – “Lottie. Just let me carry you.”

“No. I can walk. I just need you to help me up.”

His eyes searched her face for several long seconds before he finally muttered, “Fine.” Wrapping his left arm gently around her back while trying to be careful of her still tender ribs, he held on to her free hand with his right to help tug her up to her feet. Tucking her against his side, he asked, “You good?”

Breathless from the effort and the way her body still protested even the slightest movements, she leaned heavily against Logan and huffed, “No. I told you to hold me.”

He twisted so that she was pressed against his chest and wrapped his arms around her as much it was possible with her arm in a cast and sling. She could feel his smile when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “How ‘bout now?”

“This is perfect,” Charlotte sighed contentedly. They were silent for several moments before she muttered, voice muffled by his chest, “You know you can still call me Char or Charlotte if you want.”

“I thought you didn’t go by either of those anymore.”

“I…I don’t. Or didn’t. It just reminded me too much of…well, you. And him.”

“And it doesn’t still remind you of him?”

“Well, Char doesn’t. Not really.”

Logan gently pushed her away from him, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek in his hand. “Troublemaker, you… You aren’t the same girl I first met.” Charlotte felt her heart stutter, suddenly terrified of what he might say next, but was too frozen to interrupt. “I get that now. So, if this version of yourself, the true Charlotte, goes by Lottie, I can get used to that. Because I love her, you, so much and what name she goes by will never change that.”

It took a minute before Charlotte could pull in a shuddering breath, the fear she had been feeling making it hard to comprehend everything he’d just told her. To understand that he was finally saying all the words she’d yearned to hear for so long. But when it finally clicked, the biggest smile she’d ever felt broke out across her face. “You really mean that? All of it?”

“Every single word.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You were right when you told me that I never actually listened to what you wanted. I…I just assumed that you still wanted the life that you’d had planned before you met me. That this life and I were just a phase you were going through… I assumed that I knew better than you. I was too worried about how I was screwing up your life that I failed to see how much you had changed. Had blossomed.”

“Oh Logan.” She threaded the fingers of her free hand through the hair at the base of his head, using her grip to pull his lips down to hers. When he was close enough for their breaths to mingle, she whispered, “That’s all I’ve ever needed from you. For you to accept me like this.”

“Always, baby. Always.” He closed the remaining distance between their lips, kissing her softly, telling her without words just how precious she was to him. When they finally broke apart, several minutes later, they were both breathless and a little dazed.

Logan snapped out of it first, chuckling, which caused Charlotte to narrow her eyes at him.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Myself. And how easily you seem to be able to completely distract me. I don’t know how I ever thought I’d be able to stay away from you forever.”

“Well no one ever said you were the brains of this operation.” Charlotte managed to keep her expression serious, but could almost feel the laughter sparkling in her eyes.

“Good thing I never claimed to be, isn’t it?” He bopped her nose softly, careful of the fading bruises that still covered her face. “Anyway. I brought you here for a reason and I think we are already late.”

“Oh, my god! My meeting.” She jolted in an attempt to take off, but the sudden move sent a shockwave of pain through her body and her knees would have buckled if not for Logan’s supporting arms around her.

“Easy, babe. I don’t think you are gonna be in trouble for being late to this particular meeting.”

“You don’t underst – “ For the first time since he woke her up, Charlotte actually took in her surroundings and confusion immediately settled over her. Instead of being in a campus parking lot, they were in front of a self-storage facility. “What the hell is going on, Logan?”

“You’ll see in just a bit. You sure you want to walk?”

It wasn’t an easy task, but she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask again.”

He started to unwrap himself from around her but she grabbed onto the front of his shirt. “Hey. Don’t be like that.”

“Me? Like what exactly?”

“Mad at me.” She forced herself to ignore his scoff. “I know, I’m being a bitch about all this. It just…it sucks to be so damned dependent on you. …Not you specifically. Just anybody. I hate this and I hate that I did it to myself.”

Logan’s expression softened as he shifted them around so that she was tucked into his side. He wrapped his arm loosely around her and nuzzled the side of her face before pressing a kiss to her temple. “I know baby. And I know I’m going overboard with the protectiveness. I just…I want to take care of you.”

“And you are. So much. So well.” She smiled when she felt him bury his nose in her hair, but when he stayed like that for several moments, she poked his side playfully. “Don’t we have somewhere to be? Something for you to show me?”

“Oh! Right! Yeah…you ready?”

“Definitely.”

Keeping his arm wrapped around her, Logan started to guide her through the maze of storage units. He had already taken two right turns and one left and they were still walking, leading her to wonder if he actually knew where he was taking her. After yet another right turn, she finally voiced her concern. “Are you sure you know where you’re going? Do I need to send out some sort of homing beacon so the authorities can find us?” The breathlessness of her voice seemed to ruin the comedic effect of her joke as Logan drew them to a stop, staring at her with concern-filled eyes.

“Hey. You need to take a break?”

She tried not to pant as she worked to catch her breath. “Depends. How much further?” She didn’t want to admit it, but her body really was starting to scream. She hadn’t moved half this much in almost two weeks and she could definitely feel it.

“Just let me carry you, babe.”

“How far, Logan?”

He let out a loud exhale before finally relenting, “Not far. It’s just at the end of this row. But seriously – “

“I’m fine. Just… maybe we could go a little slower?”

“That’s the most I’m gonna get from you, isn’t it?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Whatever.” She could tell he was annoyed with her, but the way the corner of his lips kept twitching with the smile he was trying to hold back told her he wasn’t all that upset.

Once they were finally standing in front of their destination, a unit at the end of the row with a large, garage-type door, Charlotte turned to Logan with raised eyebrows. “Babe, I’m still confused.”

“It will all make sense in a minute, I swear.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing out a short message before putting it back.

“Seriously? You lead me all the way down here just to send a fucking – “ The soft hum of a garage door opener captured Charlotte’s attention as it started to roll the door up. “Did you just send a text message to open that freakin’ door?”

There was a burst of laughter at that – make it two bursts of laughter. Forehead once again wrinkled in confusion, she turned towards the storage unit and gasped at who she saw inside. “Paul?”

“Yeah, Lottie. It’s me.”

Unexpected tears sprung to her eyes and she was helpless to stop them. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since he’d stormed out of her hospital room and she was starting to think that she really had fucked up that friendship. Even with Logan here – especially with Logan here – she knew she still needed Paul in her life and the thought that he might not be absolutely broke her heart. But here he was, waiting in a storage locker for her. But why is he waiting in a storage locker?

Before she even realized he’d moved, he was in front of her, pulling her into a much-too-tight hug, but she refused to complain. Logan, on the other hand, had no qualms about it. “Dude. Lighten up. She’s still really banged up.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry sweetheart.” Paul pulled back, but still kept his hands on her shoulders. His voice was much quieter when he added, “And not just for crushing you.”

“No, don’t – “

“Hush. I owe you an apology. You’d literally just woken up from – “ Paul shook his head, as if chasing memories away. “I should have been more understanding with you. More patient. And I damn sure shouldn’t have taken off on you like that. I just… You scared me so damn bad, Lottie. I thought…”

“I know. I know and I shouldn’t have tried to make light of the situation. I just…I hated seeing you so tense and upset and I thought a little joke might lighten the mood. I didn’t even consider everything I’d put you through.” She wanted to let it all go at that, to just enjoy knowing that she hadn’t ruined their friendship, but she couldn’t bite back the question that had been haunting her since he’d stormed out. Voice barely above a whisper, she asked, “Why didn’t you return any of my calls?”

Paul let out a deep sigh. “At first, it was because I was pissed as hell at you. Then, I knew Logan was going to be showing up on your doorstep and didn’t want to give you time to guard that frozen heart of yours.”

“Hey!”

“You know it’s true.”

“Whatever, jackass. What about after you knew Logan and I had talked?”

Turning to face Logan, Paul laughed, “She’s incredibly observant, isn’t she?”

“It really makes you wonder how she’s such a good street racer, doesn’t it?”

Shifting her glare between the two men, Charlotte hissed, “Hey, assholes, I’m still standing right here.”

“Oh, trust me, Troublemaker, we know.”

She knew it was an overreaction to storm off, but she was tired and annoyed and every inch of her body felt like it was throbbing so she really didn’t care how much of an overreaction it really was. She had only taken half of a step, though, before an almost familiar glint coming from inside the storage unit caught her eye. She side-stepped around Paul, the sight behind him causing her to freeze with horror, disbelief and excitement.

“That’s – “ She had to clear her throat to get her voice to work around her tears. “That’s my car.”

Coming up behind her, Logan wrapped his arms around her waist, being sure to avoid bumping her arm or pressing on her incision. “Yeah, baby.”

“What… how… Oh my god. What did I do?”

“Shh. It’s fine. It looks worse than it is.”

“Logan.”

“I’m not saying it’s gonna be a quick fix. But Paul’s already found a new frame. And we’ve got the pieces that need to be completely replaced on order. But the majority of it is fixable. We’re just gonna need you to be patient with us because this shit isn’t gonna be easy.”

Spinning slowly within his arms, she wrapped her right one around Logan’s neck before asking, “Why?”

“Because I know what that car means to you. Hell, what it means to us. And it isn’t beyond repair, so I wasn’t going to let it get scrapped.” A mischievous smirk broke out across his face as he added, “Besides, it’s only fair that I help fix it since I’m sorta the reason it needs fixed.”

Charlotte smothered the gasp that wanted to escape. She hadn’t been able to get him to even talk about the crash and here he was, joking about it? As much as it annoyed her, she figured it was better than nothing so instead of pressing the matter, she arched an eyebrow and sassed, “And just what makes you think it had anything to do with you?”

“Well your record was perfect until I showed up.”

She rolled her eyes at him so hard she immediately regretted it when her headache really started to throb. “Whatever. Pure coincidence is all that was.”

Before he could smart off again, she tugged him down so she could kiss him. Almost immediately, he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her lips, begging for access. Just before she could oblige him, however, an over-exaggerated cough broke them out of their haze.

Charlotte looked over at Paul sheepishly, knowing that he knew she’d completely forgotten he was there. Rather that bring further attention to it, she opted to shift the conversation back to her car. “Thank you. So much for all of this. For saving her from the scrap yard and for putting all the plans together to fix her.”

“Hell, Lottie. Don’t go getting’ sentimental on me now.”

“Oh, whatever. You know you love it.”

Paul barked, “Shut up,” but it lacked any real heat and the smile on his face softened what was left of the blow.

Turning back to Logan, a realization struck her and she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with him. “What happened to no more lies, Logan?”

“Huh? What?”

“You said I had a meeting with my academic advisor.”

“Well, uh…I just… I wanted to surprise you.” At first, she thought he was just playing along, but the way he was refusing to meet her eyes told her that he was taking it all to heart. Guilt instantly started eating at her.

“Hey, look at me.” When he just shook his head, she cupped his cheek in her hand and forced him to turn back towards her. “This was so much better than some stupid college meeting.”

Eyebrows knitted together, his disbelief was thick in his voice as he asked, “Really? You aren’t pissed at me for lying to you again?”

“Of course I’m not pissed. I was just trying to mess with you a little bit.” She bit her lip, pondering for just a second if she should just leave it at that, but couldn’t resist adding, “Besides, I’ve been wondering how I was beat your ass again without a car.”

The strangled noise that got caught in his throat and the panic that settled over his expression let her know that she would soon have another battle on her hands with him. But she didn’t mind, because she was finally starting to believe that Logan was really in this for the long haul this time.

Tags: @burnsoslow @anotherbeingsworld @openheart

#RoDAW #logan x mc #rod logan #ride or die: a bad boy romance #choices rod

[gasp-iwrotesomething]

S40 for Vivienne tang because Vivienne cursing in bed just does things to me 😩👌

Lol, me too, anon! My thirsty ass will be happy to do this for you; thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

S40: “You’re gonna make me--ah, fuck!”

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Silver light peers in through the gently drawn curtains, fluttering the sheer silk as a dull breeze whispers into the room. But the secret resided in the sensual position of the two women within the room, the sly artist pinning the seductress down against the pillows. “Here’s your one opportunity, Viv,” MC leers with a smirk, her hands firm against Vivienne’s wrists, “either you beg for mercy or I keep you captive. It’s your choice.” Vivienne meets MC’s dark eyes with a dangerous smirk of her own, her body divested of all fabrics. She was completely naked, barren of any stitch or seam that could hope to intercept MC. “Those are the choices you leave me with? And to think you were the Poppy’s second seductress in line...” Vivienne taunts just to worm her way into MC’s mind--to tease through the strands of domination that the artist relinquished. It works due to the slight waver of her smirk and MC presses down on Vivienne’s wrists harder, eliciting a small hiss from her. “Being a seductress doesn’t entail what she does in the bedroom,” MC rolls her hips against Vivienne and she flinches--anticipation greedy in her limbs, “otherwise you’d be a very loud and proud seductress constantly tying up her foes.” MC signs off her sentence with a chaste kiss to Vivienne’s racing pulse lightly. “That implies that I am not already loud and proud,” Vivienne pouts both at the insinuations and the brief kiss, wanting more of MC’s touch to soothe her scalding skin, “and I do occasionally resort to ropes to solve my problems with pesky foes. What gives?”

“Relax, baby,” MC purrs against the groove of the seductress’ shoulder, her mouth painting her skin with smudges of heat, “MC ain’t gonna hurt you or your pride.” The pet name alone sends a blush to scuttle and settle along Vivienne’s cheeks, her eyes casting to the side to avoid MC’s piercing eyes. “You don’t play fair when you talk that, darling. Can’t you just touch me, please? I’m aching for you so badly right now.” MC scatters more passionate kisses up the curve of Vivienne’s neck, skipping over her throat to dot the opposite side of her jaw. Despite herself, Vivienne tips her head backwards until her head is braced by her pillow and her black hair is a stream of onyx pouring from her scalp onto the pillow. The kisses become more undermined by her tongue and teeth, which offer a combination that only teases Vivienne more; a harsh scrape of MC’s teeth followed by the smooth roll of her tongue. “I’ll touch you if you beg for it, Vivienne. Only good girls get what they want.” MC retracts from Vivienne’s flesh and gives her an expectant gaze that felt like Vivienne was her supper for the night, just stowed away and waiting to be dug into. The seductress swallows and meets MC’s gaze. “Please touch me. Please, please, I need to feel you love me right now. Please don’t be gentle. MC, please.”

MC recoils out of slight surprise but it melts within the next moment, coalescing into dark pleasure. “Good, that’s a good girl,” MC rewards Vivienne by bearing her knee down between her thighs right where she was pleading for the artist’s touch and Vivienne shudders, bucking her hips, “keep this up and you’ll get what you want, sweetheart.” With that, MC removes her knee from between Vivienne’s thighs and grabs the toy beside them on the bed. She attentively angles the toy to slide into Vivienne and the seductress wriggles for the penetration, her entire body a glowing ember of arousal. “MC, I’ll be good for you, so good for you. Just fuck me-please just fuck me right now.” Vivienne whines, her mouth somersaulting into a half-pout half-smile as MC drags the toy’s tip along her wet folds, kissing the delicate flesh. The artist’s smirk advances into a feline grin and she reaches up to Vivienne’s throat, grasping it light enough to barely register as anything but a gentle touch. There’s sizzling delight warping her brown eyes and involuntarily Vivienne gulps. “That’s want you want? You want me to fuck you, Viv?” She traces the organic crevices of Vivienne’s throat with a fingernail, her finger grazing soft skin that skips as Vivienne swallows. “I want you to fuck me, MC.” Vivienne reiterates firmly, her eyes a hazelnut galaxy of desire and passion.

MC’s grin widens and she pressurizes the toy against the beginnings of Vivienne, enjoying the light jolt that zips through her distressed lover. “Beautiful. I believe you’ve earned your reward now,” the artist palms apart Vivienne’s thighs for more access with careful hands, years of artistic experience driven into her hand muscles. In the next moment, the slab of ruby plastic dives deep within Vivienne up to the hilt and she groans--a sound of total euphoria. She snags a fistful of the sheets and clenches the fabric tight as MC proceeds to thrust the toy harder, deeper. MC goads Vivienne with small but gravelly cheers, her lips pressing worshipful kisses to her chest and stomach. “MC, shit, I can’t-!” Vivienne’s screams of ecstasy become a normality the more MC fucks her with the toy, her hand unrelenting and desperate. Her unused hand joins Vivienne where she was most tumescent and rubs just the way MC knows she loves, circling in staggering circles as Vivienne begins to slip into paradise. Her screams become more erratic and careless, her chest hopping with each breath she takes, her silken walls honing in on the toy with more traction... All MC can do is continue to thrust her hand and caress the bud starving for her touch, kissing whatever inch of skin her mouth found. 

“You’re gonna make me-ah, fuck!”

Then, like a rocket roaring to life to ascend into the sky, Vivienne glows with the rolling release of her pleasure. She spasms around the toy and her thighs quiver, her breath even more ragged than before. The hand compelling the toy stills as MC watches her beloved seductress fall apart, melting away into tender scraps beneath her. MC stays that way until Vivienne calms, her composure slowly recouping. 

The ceiling pulses before her very eyes, the swirls bouncing in front of her tangling with the stars that float behind her eyelids. 

“How’s my good girl feeling now?” MC husks slowly as her hand sensually snakes up Vivienne’s stomach.

Vivienne grins. “I am in heaven,” Vivienne’s grin turns naughty as she seizes MC’s wrist and wrangles her to roll over, the seductress’ bare and wet heat grazing MC’s stomach, “but my days as your little good girl are over, darling.”

There was no more flustered Vivienne for the rest of the night.

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I’ve been really tired the past few days (was nearly falling asleep at my work desk today despite sleeping like 9pm to 7am) so I’m sorry if I’m slow??? My meds are a slow-going process with a lot of monitoring and the exhaustion is............ So strong rn, especially with the intense heat we’ve been having here in Japan lol.

Also pls forgive me if I tend to zone out in chats/IMs/while writing replies. I’ve been collapsing in bed after I come home and just resting and sleeping a lot so I can have enough energy to teach the next day lmao.

In better news, I discovered that jasmine tea is super nice, and I had an absolute blast teaching my classes today. Have some pure junior high school content below the cut.

Did some badly drawn teacher portraits which had students laughing, asked my kids to doodle weird Japanese bugs and explain them in English, and had students up and about to teach me some traditional Japanese dances (which is funny bc I’m just plain bad at it and they’re super shy when showing me, which leads to half-assed or incorrect dancing haha. I love being a big doofus in class.)

I was also demonstrating some grammar with a teacher today. He pretended to be in the bath, then get out to answer the phone, then get back in the bath while talking to me on the phone, which had me in stitches for about five minutes because it was one of those ‘wait, who the fuck does that?????’ moments skjdfdjfsd. It sounds super silly but it’s a goof that cracked me right up.

Cue me cry-laughing and failing to regain my composure while handing out worksheets and wiping tears away... And, ofc, the cacophony of “kawaii”s from all the girls because I’d lost it and just couldn’t save myself. I needed the other teacher to explain the next activity while I giggled in the corner and straightened myself out.

And yesterday I went onto the 1st grade corridor to say hello because I’ve never met the 1st graders at this school, and there were boys running up to me like “EEEEEEEH, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT’S YOUR NAME? DARE??? DARE DESU KA????” in that aggressive-but-friendly way that boys do lmao, and shy girls coming over in their groups and taking it in turns to push their friends forward to talk. They’re a bunch of sweet, energetic kids and they made me laugh a lot.

I’m tired af rn but I do genuinely love my job. Deciding to teach was the best choice I ever made.

#( out of character. ) #JHS kids are great and I love them #i have a good bunch of really curious and good-natured tweens/teenagers tbh #i'm a super lucky and happy teacher u////u ♥

[badlydrawngwess]

((tagged by at @dailyjota-kak​ and I’m prolly not gonna really tag that many ppl lol

BOLD what your muse can do. REPOST, don’t reblog. TAG ten muses.

I’ll also add some commentary in Italics~ which people i’ve tagged can ignore

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language |dance| catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck ((a yugioh one that iS)) | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint| fly a kite |sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike |swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr (certified and licensed) | pitch a tent | flirt ((depends on what you call “flirting”))| stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill |braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie| skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

I’m tagging @bd-pillarwoman-trishuna @daily-pannacotta-fugo @badly-drawn-secco @kiddyshizukajoestar ))

#meme #((scream i posted this to the wrong blog smh))