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djarincore · 4 months

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i want to taste you better

TAGS: MDNI 18+, overstimulation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, DADDY'S HOME (no daddy kink, sorry) WC: 1k

A/N: the sequel to this drabble. ONCE AGAIN thank you to sleep token for writing sexy ass lyrics and giving me the best titles. I'm gonna make a whole series of smut drabbles based off sleep token lyrics fr

Your car was in the driveway, but the house was unusually dark when Simon opened the front door. You always preferred to keep the lights on whenever he was away—said it felt ‘less lonely’ when the house was lit up. He didn't mind paying a bit more when the electricity bill came in if it meant you could find some comfort while he was away.

He dropped his bags at the door, deciding to deal with them later. He had more important things to do like finally holding you in his arms after being gone for two months. It certainly wasn't the longest he had been away, but it didn't mean he was any less eager to come back to you.

Simon crept up the dark stairs, avoiding spots he knew would creak beneath his weight. At the end of the hall, there was light framing a closed bedroom door.

He briefly thought about what you could be doing in there. Innocent thoughts at first—it was late, you had work in the morning, so you'd be in bed and winding down. But, the low drawn out moan that slipped from the door told him otherwise.

Fuck, he missed that voice. It wasn't the same hearing you whimper and moan from some shitty, little burner phone.

Your heavy breaths could be heard just outside the door. He lingered for a moment, pressing his shoulder to the wall. Your cries were beginning to crescendo, the tell tale sign of your orgasm.

Who was he to deprive you of that? It would just make your pretty noises all the more sweeter when he fucks another orgasm out of you.

When you met your peak with a choked gasp, Simon turned the door and stepped in. The air was thick with your scent.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, sitting up and grabbing the blanket to cover your naked body. When the shock cleared, you were able to get a better look at the man who entered your bedroom. “Si?”

He clicked his tongue and cocked his head. “Thinkin’ of me, love?”

You cast the blanket aside and moved to slip off the bed, no doubt to run and hug him, but he stepped forward. “Don't move,” he commanded. “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as he said, laying back on the bed as he approached, anticipation holding your breath. You stared up at him looming over you. His black face mask was still on, obscuring mouth. You could see the faint black smudges still around his eyes.

Simon wasted no time slipping between your legs. He laid his palms on your inner thighs and spread them open to fit himself.

“Couldn't wait ‘til I got home. Were you really that fuckin’ desperate?”

You tried opening your mouth to defend yourself, but one of his hands, warm and calloused, slid between your legs. His thumb parted your folds to get a proper view of your glistening cunt, arousal leaking out and soiling the sheets below.

“My dirty girl,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb over your dripping hole. You squirmed, and he held you down by the hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Gotta clean you up now.”

Both of his hands slid up the curves of your body, making sure to caress the mounds of your breasts before one settled on your jaw. He leaned over, stabilizing himself with one arm, and paused just before your lips.

You brought a finger up to tease the edge of the fabric over his nose before trailing to the string looped around one end of his mask. You pulled it off to reveal your lover's face and his smirking lips.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, leaning up for a kiss.

Simon met it hungrily, sweeping his tongue along your lower lip to prod into your mouth. His kisses devoured you. He pulled away to trail his lips down your neck, sucking marks along the column of your throat, laying his claim to you once again.

He wanted you to remember this in the morning—the marks on your skin, the ache between your legs—and remember it was him that made you feel that way. It would only ever be him.

He moved down your chest, paying attention to the hardened tips of your breasts. He latched his mouth around one nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast.

You arched into his touch and gasped when his teeth grazed over your nipple. Your fingers ran through his hair, urging him lower, just where you really needed him.

“More,” you whined, rutting yourself against the leg wedged between your thighs. “Please, Si.”

His hands smoothed over the curve of your waist as he slipped down to meet your cunt. He pulled your legs wide and hooked them over his broad shoulders.

Simon didn't waste time delving into your dripping cunt. His fingers formed a ‘v’ around your opening and he slotted his lips between them, lapping up the arousal from your orgasm. He was starved, almost desperate to taste you again. He shut his eyes and lost himself in you.

Your cries and moans fell on deaf ears as he dragged his tongue through your folds and toyed with your clit. The orgasm you gave yourself left you sensitive to his eager ministrations. Each flick of his tongue over your clit had your legs locking around his head, tense but thruming with pleasure.

He pulled your legs back open when you squeezed too hard, gripping your soft flesh and continuing to devour you. When he pushed two fingers deep into your cunt, feeling the way your wet heat pulsated around his fingers, he groaned.

“Fuck, you're tight. Want you to come on my mouth, love. Come on—ride my face.”

With his fingers buried in you and his lips on your clit, Simon worked another orgasm out of you. Your back arched and you finished with his name on your lips. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, letting your ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

“Ngh, fuck,” you cried, when he refused to pull away. You looked down at him as your chest heaved. “I can't.”

You tried shifting yourself away, but his grip on your thighs was relentless. His tongue ran over your clit again and your body twitched.

“You can. One more, just one more for me.”

#simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #simon riley smut #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #ghost scenario

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alexsoenomel · 8 months

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The Apparition (Dean Winchester x Reader angst-ish/fluff-ish/smut-ish)

Summary: Dean can't sleep, until you show up.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: just...sad. Dean is sad+ light smut.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: I was sad and listening to Sleep Token. Fic inspired by one of their songs The Apparition (my personal favorite) . Enjoy!

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He tossed and turned for hours before he eventually fell asleep. Every night was the same; an endless cycle of sorrow and sleepless hours. He would be exhausted the next day, barely keeping it together, even after his daily dose of black coffee, and yet he did absolutely nothing to change anything. Insomnia became his friend and he was more than happy to accept it. His brother tried to talk to him but he didn’t want to hear the sound of your name – hearing it would mean he had to face the truth and he wasn’t ready to open that box yet.

Not until you came back. Not until he finally saw you again and your name left his lips. He was drinking beer in his favorite pub, when he saw you, beautiful as always and with a smile so otherworldly he couldn’t help but smile back. Like a drug, you went straight into his system and he wanted nothing more but to get another hit, and another and another…

“Why did you leave?” Dean asked you after you ordered the same beer he was drinking.

You smiled softly. “I never left Dean.”

“You were never a good liar, you know.”

You were sitting in comfortable silence, drinking cheap beer, Dean swallowing every drop violently, trying to numb the pain that started creeping in all of the sudden. Your taste buds on the other hand were dull, so beer had a peculiar taste of nothing. Almost like water. Bar music was playing in the background, but you were too fixed on his gaze to distinguish what song was playing.

“I told you, I’ll be back.” You finally confessed.

Dean’s eyes softened, his jaw was tense and hurting. He ignored the pain, looking you in the eyes. He missed those eyes, but something about them was different this time – they seemed tired and the spark you once had was completely gone.

“Will you stay this time?” His voice was weak. He swallowed nervously when he realized how pathetic his words were.

“Take me home.” You simply said.

Dean still wanted to know the answer, but was also pleased with what his ears heard. Like an addict he was, he immediately took your hand and went straight to his car. You were wearing your favorite pair of jeans and his old AC/DC shirt – the one you told him you would give back, eventually. That day never came.

“Nice shirt.” He commented.

“Thanks. I got it from an idiot.” You smiled and went into the car. Dean looked down with a smirk before opening the door of his beloved Baby. He missed you dearly.

The drive was silent. No music and no words exchanged. Just his hand tightly holding yours. He missed feeling your skin under his fingertips. Your skin was cold but still familiar. Your touch was familiar.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” He quickly glanced at you before looking back at the dark foggy road.

“No.” You answered.

The drive seemed oddly longer than before or Dean was just impatient. It was the most important drive of his life. He was finally ready to feel whole again. He was ready to let go and just let you take the wheel. He was growing tired.

The night was darker today, no stars in sight and everything around you just blended into black nothingness.

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The bunker was cold as always. A familiar smell of old books and booze filled your nostrils as you stepped inside. Your home still felt like home.

The lights were off so you assumed Sam was already asleep, but didn’t ask. Dean took you to his room – his hands felt a little bit sweaty. He was nervous.

He closed his door before facing you again. Without a word, in complete darkness he cupped your face and kissed you, finally reminding his kiss starved lips of the touch that once was. They were cold, but too sweet to pull away. You kissed him back, your lips perfectly melting into his as your body started to react. The vibrations of your heart beat spread all over your body, legs slowly giving up before Dean picked you up when you wrapped your hands around his neck. Sometimes you’d wonder if he could read your mind; always knowing what you needed, what you thought, or if you were just two lost souls that already knew each other in every realm of the universe.

Clothes started slowly falling down from your bodies, desperation taking both of your touched starved bodies. You were hungry and each kiss, touch and bite satisfied that hunger, but it didn’t subside. It was only growing stronger.

He was on top of you, whispering how much he missed you, asking you if you were still his, secretly terrified of the answer.

“Forever yours, Dean!” You would tell him every time. Kisses were sweet and loving, his fingers tracing every inch of your body, mapping it, even though he already knew every nook and cranny. Every mole on your body was a little star he desperately wanted to reach, every scar was a reminder of your strength and resilience and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The kisses became impatient, deep, while his hand went between your thighs, before feeling your wetness through your underwear. A sigh escaped your lips as he was exploring your sex with his index finger.

“Fuck!” He whispered, placing a kiss on your neck.

You cupped his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. Even in darkness he was as beautiful as day. Every curve of his face perfectly fit in the palms of your hands. He was made for you. He was made to love you, just as much you were made to love him.

“I love you!” You whispered. He wanted to say it back, but you swallowed his words with a kiss before he could tell you.

He took off your underwear as well as his boxers before finally entering you. Soft moans filled the room as he filled you up.

“Move, please!” You said, kissing his shoulder.

His pace was slow at first, he was worshiping every part of you, wanting nothing more, but for you to feel comfortable and loved. You were his home, his sanctuary and he was like a guard dog – loyal and there to protect you.

Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades when the pleasure started taking you over and his pace became more intense. Messy kisses were placed all over each other’s bodies, praises from his perfectly pink lips escaped; how good you were, how beautiful and perfect you were to him…

“I love you so much, Dean!” You said.

“I love you too, sweetheart!” He said it back.

But it was too late.

You were gone.

His phone was playing the same obnoxious melody he heard a million times when it was time to wake up. He was covered in sweat, panting and his blanket was on the floor. He groaned and snoozed the alarm. Your side of the bed was empty as he instinctively went to hug you, but only felt the cold sheets next to him. He closed his eyes again and saw you in that oversized AC/DC shirt and underwear with bed hair, calling him – wishing him good morning but only in the past. The future didn’t exist with you anymore. All the what if’s died.

He couldn’t sleep anymore, remembering your absence made his heart physically hurt. He sat up, morning erection already gone and rubbed his temples. The whiskey from last night helped him cope but didn’t make the pain go away; instead it just added more to it. His mouth was dry, but he was too lazy to stand up and get himself a glass of water.

“Fucking hell!” He mumbled.

Sam knocked two times before opening the door.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” Dean said.

The sight of his older brother broke Sam a little. Seeing him getting consumed by grief and losing control over himself made him feel powerless. Dean wasn’t someone who would ask for help, not even his brother sometimes. Sam knew he had to let him ride this one out by himself.

“How’re you holding up?” Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

“Peachy.” Dean said, looking at him with an empty stare.

“We will get her back, you know!” Sam told him. First time he actually dared to say those forbidden words. Dean hated false hope and Sam knew that, but he also knew his big brother and his abilities. They both cheated death multiple times so believing in the impossible was nothing strange – their job was the impossible.

Sam looked down, feeling nervous about his brother’s response. The last thing he wanted was to give Dean false hope and make him mad, but this wasn’t false hope. For him this was a fact.

Dean just looked at him and without a word went to the bathroom.

And with that, another day of trying to find a way to bring you back from hell had begun.

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skellyflowers · 1 month

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Longing

Sleep Token x reader

Masterlist

I’m not sure what time it is. All I know is that it is dark outside and the only light in the bedroom is coming from the moon. I love the manor but it gets lonely when the boys are gone. I know their worship of Sleep is important and I wouldn’t get in their way, but I still miss them.

I open my eyes when I hear the bedroom door open. It's Vessel! That means everyone is home! As soon as he realizes that I'm awake he is right by my side.

“Hello Love” he whispers “Sorry we woke you up.”

“No, no, no it’s ok ” I assured him “you didn’t wake me up.” I reach up to touch his masked face. He leans into my hand and I give him a little smile.

‘’Where are the others?” I ask.

“They'll be here soon, Love.” Vessel says and kisses my palm. “May I lay with you?”

I wordlessly threw the blanket off me so he could get under it with me. I know Vessel doesn’t like to look too eager but I saw the tiny smile he gave me. He gets into bed and wraps himself around me with his face in my neck. I pull one of my legs around his waist and manage to get an arm around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry we left you for so long.” Vessel mumbled into my neck.

“I’m not mad at you. I understand your responsibilities.”

“But you haven’t been claimed yet. I don’t want you to be alone when you do.”

“Vessi, I’ll be ok. I'm not afraid, I'm ready.”

He stays quiet after that but he does hold me even closer somehow. I just want to enjoy this moment and he lets me. I know how protective Vessel is and how helpless he feels about not being able to help when it comes to Sleep and Her will. But I know we will be ok. I have been waiting for this for a while.

Vessel has been very clingy for the past few days, IV warned me this would happen. It started when I told him I haven’t had any dreams recently. He said that it is the first sign that Sleep will be coming to claim me as Her newest Vessel. Vessel told me that they all went through the same process. Phase 1 no dreams, phase 2 restlessness and a possible fever and phase 3 is extreme exhaustion and being claimed by Sleep. Only II and III got a fever and only IV got muscle cramps. So I guess that the second phase can be unique for individuals.

I am suddenly very tired. Maybe it is because I know all the boys are home. Or it could be because of Sleep getting closer. Either way I just want to get more comfortable and spend time with my boys. I don’t know if I can stay awake long enough to greet them as they come to bed. I'll have to make it up to the others in the morning. If I can get out of the bottom of the cuddle pile I know I will be at the bottom of, I’ll make breakfast.

#sleep token #sleep token x reader #vessel x reader #ii x reader #iii x reader #iv x reader

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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Companion

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Namor x female!Reader Word Count: 3.3k Summary: A month after the king of Talokan takes you as his betrothed, you question your position and the future as your expectations have been disappointed.

Content Warnings: angst to some relationship resolution, EXPLICIT SMUT (oral-female receiving, fingering), strong language

Additional Notes: This is a direct sequel to Consort - and while there's probably enough context to read this on its own, it will mean far less without reading the first part - the first part that could really be blamed by @nellycanwrite and being a TALENTED ARTIST AND MENACE. We would not be here if not for a particular piece she shared an unfinished sneak peak of last December.

You are restless, agitated, feeling completely unmoored.

Sleep is not going to come to you soon. It hadn’t the past few nights, but tonight you are not going to give yourself over to endless tossing and turning or trying to read yourself to distraction. You are exhausted, but too strung out to find any respite in your room. You quietly slip out of your chambers and begin to wander.

When you eventually find yourself in the throne room, you laugh bitterly to yourself. Naturally this is where your subconscious would take you. This is where your life completely altered course a month ago, betrayed and traded at your father’s hand for peace amongst kingdoms, the tectonic plates of your life not only shifted but shattered.

Only to be picked up by him moments later.

You look out over the expanse of the drop off from the perimeter of the throne room. The view out over Talokan is stunning in the simulated vibranium moonlight, but you resent the view. It’s one more painful piece of your new reality – as beautiful as this kingdom is, it’s still not the picturesque view of Fourchon and your former life in the kingdom of your upbringing.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a few moments, trying to control the anger and sadness.

When the traitorous trade had been made, you thought your father had sealed your fate as a token consultant at best or prisoner at worst, but K’uk’ulkan had spun a different narrative, one where the potential that would have been wasted in your former kingdom was something he saw and wanted at his side as his queen consort. His words had been a balm to your soul, and you had believed him when he said he’d wanted you – to take into counsel, to serve the kingdom, to influence. It was a lifeline offered, and you’d grasped that tether, letting him pull you in. He’d started to put you back together with promises and sealed it with a moment of intimate bliss beyond anything you could have imagined.

Then it was almost as if you’d been banished from his presence. At first you had accepted the explanations of business that needed his attention in other parts of the kingdom and other realms or that his schedule had demanded unanticipated changes, rarely getting to take meals with him, culminating no contact at all for the last two weeks.

You didn’t know it was going to be that way in the beginning though, so you’d spent your month acclimatizing and throwing yourself into life in Talokan. He’d said you were built to rule, driven to do good, why not with him, and since you’d thought he was telling you the truth, you had made the effort to get to know the people, know their culture, know their lives, their struggles, hopes, and dreams. It was intimidating at first – they were a fierce people brought up to be ready for war – but they also created and forged happiness, and you wanted to prove yourself. Before long, you forgot the nerves and tucked away the feeling of being an imposter, because you created relationships, took up projects, and started to create a new routine in your life that meant something to you.

You think the life you are building in this new kingdom is good except for the one perhaps most important thing.

Tomorrow you are supposed to wed the ruler of this kingdom, and you felt that was now a hollow artifice. The final fitting for your wedding clothes today had felt frivolous and futile. How could you be expected to marry K’ul’kulkan with the distance, the disinterest?

You roll your shoulders back and lift your head up, refocusing your gaze out over this new place.

You will wed Namor with the same resolve that had held you together in the initial moments your life had been traded for an alliance – you would always be duty and honor bound. A foolish glimmer of a passionate partnership was more than you had expected growing up, it had been dangled in front of you for a moment but had quickly dwindled and ultimately disappeared. A political arrangement, and if the past few weeks were indicative of the future, then the only consolation was it seemed Namor would at least let you make your own choices and wouldn’t interfere with the projects you pursued, things you knew you could leverage for good with your position of power in his kingdom.

You only wish you hadn’t been given a glimmer of what might have been. It would have been much easier to manage without the taste of more.

“When you were not in your chambers, I thought I might find you here.”

You turn slowly, forcing your face to give away nothing of your shock or your resentment to the king.

“I was looking for you,” he says, crossing the large expanse of the space.

“Really, your highness?”

“Certainly. Tomorrow you are to become my bride.” He stops an arm’s length away from you.

You can’t help the hardening of your features you feel at this proclamation. “I’m amazed you remembered.”

He tilts his head. “Do not be petulant, Princess.”

“The picture you painted a month ago has not been the reality.”

“What complaint can you possibly have to give?”

“You lied to me,” you let your anger finally spill out in your tone. “With my life shattered to pieces in this very room, you started to put me back together by saying you said you wanted me as your queen consort, not just a wife to adorn your arm and give you an heir, a companion.” You take half a step closer to him. “But where have you been these weeks, especially this fortnight? You left the broken pieces of me on a shelf, discarded and forgotten.”

“Make no mistake,” Namor says and grips your chin, pulling you closer, “you are not forgotten.”

Your eyes are locked on each other now, and it seems you are each trying to delve into the soul of the other. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, opening your mouth. The action is not rough in any way, but it serves to communicate his strength, your vulnerability, and that he could subject you to anything. “You are mine, Princess.”

Then suddenly he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side before swimming swiftly into the jaws of his throne. He sets you aright and the two of you stand face to face.

“I sought you out tonight to remind you of what we spoke of that day on this very spot. Clearly you did not need a reminder, but perhaps insight into my choices. At present you think me rash and negligent or easily distracted to become betrothed to a stranger in a matter of moments and then seemingly abandon you.

“My offer of marriage was swift but not rash. I told you that day the things I had already learned about you, and the time we spent together showed even more clearly who you were. I have lived and ruled for hundreds of years, I know well how to read a person’s character, and the interaction we shared in those brief moments confirmed you had a fierce and noble spirit with both a compassion to sacrifice for your people and passion to match my own.”

Part of your chest starts to swell, but you dampen it down. He built you up with his words once before, and you are cautious not to get carried away so easily.

“That does not explain why you distanced yourself from me.” You needed more than flattery for your character.

“I am not easily surprised, but I confess I did not expect to be presented with the offer your father made. If you were to become the companion I wanted to see at my side, I knew I could not be the one to put you back together. I wanted the future queen that only you could forge by getting to know my kingdom, my people, our way of life, and integrating yourself into Talokan in your own right. Building your own reputation amongst them these past weeks, they see you are not merely a foreign princess acquired for an alliance, they will accept you as their queen because they know you. You have conquered them with your heart, your goodness, your passion, your sharp mind.”

He pauses to search your face. His words have both softened and strengthened you.

“I did not want to influence or distract in any of that.”

You nod, considering every word, not ready to respond yet.

“Now I did have certain things to attend to, some of which you will know very soon, but I confess I did limit and ultimately withhold the time we could have spent together.”

You open your mouth to argue this point, but he chuckles and shushes you.

“The more time I spent with you – scant as it was – and the more reports that came in from my advisors, my people, even your guards and the servants that attend you – yes, I spoke with them regularly – the more I did not want to share you with anyone else. Since I did not want to rob you of the unique and limited time to integrate into Talokan during our engagement, I cut myself off altogether.”

Your mouth hangs open at this rationalization, your brow furrowing further and further as he had explained his absence. But you do gather your wits, and challenge, “You avoided spending time together because you wanted to spend time with me?”

His smirk is nearly a smolder. “Once we are wed, I’m not sharing your time with anyone until I have to, and we will only spend our days apart as is strictly necessary when we resume royal duties after the honeymoon.”

Oh, he is good with that tongue, you think.

“Tomorrow, I will have you in every way, but for now I want to worship at the altar of what will be mine.”

He seizes your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. The heat is searing, and your lips demand equally of each other. He nips and you whimper, allowing him to plunge his tongue into your mouth. He is hungry for you, and you can’t deny him now.

With one hand still holding your neck and the other now at your shoulder, he moves so the back of your knees meet the edge of the throne, and he slowly pushes you down to sit, stepping between your legs. You look up at him, and you move a hand to his hip.

“Not tonight, my princess,” he says, his eyes dark with lust. “I can wait. I have an atonement and assurance to make of the sincerity of my intentions.”

You’re entranced as he kneels before you. The hand that was on your neck moves down over one of your breasts, along your ribs, and then grabs your hip, pulling you to the edge of the seat. You clutch the stone arms of the throne as his other hand goes beneath your nightdress, finding your knee, and pushes the fabric out of the way as he moves his hand diligently up your soft thigh. When that hand finishes its journey, he tears your underwear away, making you yelp and grasp at the hand he still has on your hip. You know he has preternatural strength, but to experience it, know it’s there in his veins at every moment, and that he must meticulously measure it out is terrifying yet intoxicating.

Much like he is in every sense.

He draws one of your legs over his shoulder and turns his head to press his warm lips to your tender flesh. Slow kisses. Deliberate. Your heart races. You’re desperate with anticipation but the exquisite torture is its own bliss. “Namor,” you plead.

He bites in punishment, and you cry out.

“That is not the name I told you to use,” he says, his voice even but stern. “I will not have you speak the name relegated to my enemies when you have me like this.”

No. Because this is the two of you, intimate. You needed to let him back in. You want to let him back in. “K’uk’ulkan,” you let it fall from your lips.

It draws a small genuine smile that softens this powerful man and warms you even more. He soothes the bite with another kiss, but then the next place his lips land is directly over your core. Your head falls back, and you utter his name again, unbidden as bliss shoots through your body. He is in no hurry as he begins mouthing at your most intimate parts. He warms you up with slow, methodical licks of his broad tongue. He gently draws your nether lips into his mouth, sucking and savoring. Your leg curls around his back as your body surrenders to him. He adjusts the hand over your hip to entwine his fingers with yours, anchoring you to each other while he continues to draw out your pleasure. He pulls back with a long suck, then he dives back in, leading with his nose, following it with another lick behind. When he reaches your clit, he circles it with the tip of his nose, gives a quick flick with his tongue, and then he puckers his lips to suck just the little bead with precision and concentrated force.

Little whimpers, whines, and longer moans fall from your mouth with abandon, and the thought that someone could hear you, could perhaps see this, is a fleeting fear and thrill before he resumes sucking and gliding along your folds, and you discard any worry because you can’t concentrate on anything but his exquisite actions. The king of Talokan is on his knees, continuing to plunder you on his throne. Your free hand threads into his dark hair, gloriously soft in your fingers, and you press him even closer. He hums against your cunt, pausing, and you can feel his lips curling in a smirk, but you don’t care. You need more, and so you tug his locks, and he happily yields to your insistence.

Oh, he is even better at this with his tongue, you think.

He zig-zags his tongue across your slit, then pushes it in your hole. In and out, and again, and again. He begins to speed up, and you’re trembling around him.

Then nothing at your core, and you cry out, your eyes shooting open to look down at him.

He chuckles. You narrow your gaze at him, “You–“

He surges up to put a stop to your words with a kiss, persistent until he feels you soften, then draws away and brushes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re meant for more than instant gratification, my pearl.”

Those words send a shiver down your spine, and you would be irked by the smile that’s still too close to a smirk on his face, but you both know he’s now earned this moment with you. What’s more, there’s a depth in the eyes of the look he’s giving you, proof that it’s not cockiness, but satisfaction tinged with yearning that strikes you to your core. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want, Princess. I will give you everything,” he swears, and you know he means it indefinitely.

“Make me come, my king.”

He nods, eyes remaining fixed on you as his hand moves to your cunt. He inserts one finger, pressing in and then drawing back out, and you hum in approval. He doesn’t hesitate to add a second finger, and you push your hips forward even more. The heat and concentration of his gaze on you is tremendous, and it continues stoking its own fire in your soul, but it’s more than you can handle in this moment, so you close your eyes and draw him back in for another searing kiss, plunging your tongue into his mouth, doing your best to undo him in at least some small way.

He seems to sense this is your intention, as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, and he curls his fingers up and finds the spot on the wall of your pelvis that will be your undoing. You keen when he finds it, your head falling back. He presses just one open-mouthed kiss to the column of your neck, offered up vulnerably to him, and then he swiftly descends to bury his head back between your thighs. He immediately sucks your clit, his fingers continuing to plunder your tight channel, and you wrap your legs around his neck, crossing your ankles against his muscular back. The pleasure builds, coiling in your stomach, your limbs tightening. He curls those fingers again, expertly, and hurtles you over the edge, cries of ecstasy escaping your chest.

His mouth releases your clit, but his fingers carefully stroke you through your orgasm, drawing out the rippling sensations. He solemnly kisses up and down your leg, and you’re still riding the bliss, but you can feel his eyes trained up on you once more.

Just as you think he will withdraw, his fingers pick up speed up again, but he plunges them in deeper. His lips return to torment you with pleasure, and you grasp at his head, though the action is futile as you are no match for his immense strength. His free hand is now planted at the base of your spine, not allowing you to squirm even one inch away from his ministrations. He is in earnest, and so your second orgasm breaks over you quickly, and you collapse forward, the desperate whimpers of release swallowed up by him a moment later as he straightens up and his lips seek yours. You sink into the kiss, and he pulls you from the throne and into his embrace. He moves easily to reclaim his throne, much as he has reclaimed you. His lips continue to kiss you, but they drift away from your lips and back – moving over your cheeks, your jaw, along your neck, softly over your eyes, over your forehead, your shoulders, the spot beneath your ear, the juncture at your collarbone, ghosting over your temples, every bit of skin that’s exposed to him. He wants all of you. You’re powerless to do anything but accept his ministrations, and you have no desire to refuse this exploration, blissed out as you are.

When his kisses slow, you bring your delicate fingers up to caress his face. He rests his forehead against yours, and his arms around your torso tighten, pressing you closer.

“Do not doubt that you are the companion that I want,” he murmurs. “After so long as the solitary ruler of my people, I have no need to settle for anything less than exactly who I want as my queen consort. Tomorrow you will be crowned.”

“Tomorrow.” You smile. “And I do think I’ll finally be able to sleep.”

“Oh, is that why you were wandering in the first place?”

You laugh. “Well, it was the mind that was agitated, but now…”

“Now we understand each other?”

“We do.”

“Then I hope you understand I’m not done with you yet, Princess.”

You gasp as his hand returns to your quim.

“I want one more, to seal this with three.”

You will be boneless by the time the king of Talokan deigns to surrender you to your bed, but every touch, as lost in pleasure as you are now, only tethers you more strongly to him.

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Reblog, comment, and share please. Well-meaning menaces are WELCOME in my askbox.

@littlet-holmes you asked to be tagged when I published part two, so... here we are. :) Also thinking @nunya7394 @elsolario @amorestevens @writing-for-marvel might be interested.

#namor smut #namor x reader #namor x female reader #namor fic #namor fanfiction #aspen wrote something #to become his queen series

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A Guide to Sleep Token

This will be a post for new fans looking to learn some basic/surface level information about the band Sleep Token.

*Cracks typing knuckles*

So basically, Sleep Token is an “atl-prog-blackened shoegaze”(what it sounds like to me) band from Britain. People mostly associate them with heavy metal (myself included) But in reality, no one really knows what genre they are and I think the band likes it that way.

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The Bands Symbol

Lore / Terms to Know

Their lore goes that the lead singer had a dream where he encountered an elder God called "Sleep" (its actual name is impossible for the human tongue to speak) thus, he created the band to make music in worship to the God.

They call their songs "offerings", presumably to Sleep.

Concerts are called "rituals".

When you buy merchandise, you are "consuming" it.

The term "worship" is used by the band and fans as a form of acknowledgement.

The band has a total of 7 members and are known as "vessels". All are anonymous, using masks, body paint, and robes to hide themselves. It is said they do this because their music is more important than their identities.

Band Members

4 of them are at the front and are identified with Roman numerals:

I / Vessel

(I) Also known as Vessel (V or Vess) is the lead singer/vocalist of the band and wears a sculpted mask with an exposed mouth. His mask changes based on the album. His vocal range is like no other, at one point singing like an angel before immediately shifting gear into a black metal scream.

(II) is the drummer. A fantastic one at that. His solos are godly, very reminiscent of jazz or gospel. (I believe he started the band alongside Vessel) Check out “An Offering from II” on YouTube to see him go crazy.

Recently he did an interview with Drumeo on YouTube where he talks about his influences and does drum playthroughs of a few songs that demonstrate his drumming prowess.

III

(III) is the bassist, or the "bassy boy" as many fans call him. He is quite the character on stage. His energy is unmatched. You'll often find him prancing on the right side of the stage or laying on his back trying to get Vessel's attention (and Vessel does)

(IV) is the guitarist, often has a covert/cool energy to him but he can be just as captivating as III. Over time he's developed a bit of a flirtatious side toward the crowd. Fuckboy energy(affectionate). He also provides sub vocals, raw screaming certain parts when Vessel is busy singing his heart out lol.

Vesselettes

Then there are the 3 last members, the choir or vessellettes. They are the three cloaked figures in the back who provide sub-vocals/harmonies. They may not be too audible on certain recorded tracks, but live they sound absolutely heavenly, making songs go from amazing to spectacular!

Music

Song structure-wise, the best way I can call it is measured emotional chaos. Fans are still trying to decipher their meanings here and on Reddit.

But what seems to be the theme is toxic relationships, unhealthy coping, romantic trauma, bitter sweat endings, and eventual closure. It's really gripping stuff I'll tell ya. You gotta hear it for yourself to really understand.

There is ALOT more but that's about a general rundown.

They have 2 EPs called "One" and "Two". These are the band's earliest work but they are still fantastic.

They've only got 3 albums out as of writing this. "Sundowning", "This Place Will Become Your Tomb", and "Take Me Back to Eden"(the one released this year)

Songs I recommend as a launch point:

Jaws

The Offering

Higher

Hypnosis

Alkaline

The Love You Want

The Summoning

My personal favorites :)

All of "One"

All of "Two"

Dark Signs

High Water

Ascensionism

Vore

Take Me Back to Eden

They also have Instagram for the band and their personas. But please avoid trying to uncover their identities, They wish to remain anonymous.

https://www.instagram.com/sleep_token/

https://www.instagram.com/ii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iv_sleeptoken/

Hope you like these spooky goobers.

Other fans are free to comment and/or reblog with additional information or fun facts I missed.

Worship.

#not art #my sleep token sure is lol #sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #worshitposting #okay back to art lol #i could talk about these nerds all day #sleep token guide

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Reading (into) xz's vlog from Milan (part 1)

First of all, I am interpreting this vlog as a statement/ message from a person who said at least once that he would be scared/ annoyed/ disappointed if he was perceived as only a pretty face. Or a clothes rack, I would assume; all excellent exterior and no substance.

A person who wants to be appreciated for the efforts he makes in trying to understand the characters he portrays, — that also means effort in understanding people in general better, — the efforts of empathy and the efforts that result in exceptional regulation of embodiment and emotional expressions, which allows to touch people’s hearts, transport them into a different position in their inner journey, invite them to become better people, transform them, entertain them, bring them joy, and possibly even heal them. Give them access to meaning, hope, and persistence.

A person who is not just an _object_ of adoration, pursuit and attention, a means to the end of somebody’s profit-making, but a subject, a human being with his own personal feelings, principles, values, choices… and boundaries.

A message addressed, I would say, “to whom it may concern”, to the best and deepest meaning of the word “concern”. A message into which time, effort and careful thought was put in, and makes sense to put time, effort and careful thought into reading it, which I will attempt to do. Even if I don’t manage to receive the exact meaning that was put in, I am showing up and making an effort of understanding. This vlog is a piece of art, and as any piece of art, it resonates with people differently.

I will first give due attention to the symbolism of a coin-shaped token, that is either running across the showed scapes on its edge, or being tossed like a coin. There is no difference between “heads” and “tails” sides, therefore it is not a coin.

This is important, because a coin toss when there is a difference between “heads” and “tails” is a way of making a decision in a situation when the two existing options are equally unpleasant and the result does not matter much, or a person just feels very tired and confused to make a good decision in a different manner. But a token that does not have “heads” or “tails” implies the futility of decision-making in a situation where there is no choice. The protagonist tosses the token and looks at it, but it makes no difference, there are no alternatives to choose from.

The token first appears when the protagonist boards the train that travels through the sky. The token falls, the clock is ticking. A token nowadays is usually a means to either enter some form of public transportation, or to switch on a gaming machine like “grab a toy”.

For me the symbolism of a flying train is about the “traveling between worlds”, “slightly psychedelic or magical experience”, and also “time when you are a passenger and the speed and direction of your travel does not depend on you”. I can’t tell for our protagonist, but for me travelling by plane is always an experience of “shedding my responsibilities at least for a while”: no matter what I do or how I do it, unless i do something completely outrageous, it is not going to influence the movement of the plane. I can’t fulfil my usual responsibilities while on the plane. So it is a form of mental rest and relaxation, some form of surrender: “nothing is in my power at the moment; I need not try to fix things; I can let go”.

Our protagonist is — blissfully? — alone in the carriage; he does not look particularly blissful, neither in reality on the plane he would be alone. But no one interacts with him, nobody mobs him, stalks him or presses on him from all directions. And even if the noise on the plane and the stress don’t let him sleep, it is still an experience of having space for himself.

The token starts rolling on its edge when the protagonist is almost asleep. For me the metaphor of “on edge” is significant here. The token can only roll along while it is capable of maintaining its balance. You get to participate in what you want, be it travel or a game, if you keep your balance, move at the necessary speed for doing so, and navigate carefully… but the flip side of this is that you are on edge.

The train-plain lands, the protagonist is shown holding a camcorder. He is not just the object of other people’s gaze. He looks at things himself, choosing how and to what he is going to pay attention. What experience to preserve and remember is his choice. We see some of the views he pays attention to. The token rolls by him on the floor. It is getting dark. The atmosphere and the pose of the protagonist gives a message of profound exhaustion. The token, against the laws of nature, jumps up from the floor onto the table and is caught by the protagonist. This balancing on edge needs to stop, I am stopping it.

(to be continued)

#xiao zhan #sacred reading of visual texts #reclaiming agency

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kaddyssammlung · 3 months

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Sleep Token Jericho – Analysis

“tread, ancient water salt”

The first word makes think about someone standing in front of a lake or something. Ancient water salt makes me think about alchemy. Alchemy can always be seen in two ways in a material one but also transformational processes within us.

“Alchemy is a multifaceted subject. It is an early form of chemical technology exploring the nature of substances. It is also a philosophy of the cosmos and of mankind's place in the scheme of things. Alchemy developed an amazing language of emblematic symbolism which it used to explore the world. It had a strong philosophical basis, and many alchemists incorporated religious metaphor and spiritual matters into their alchemical ideas.” (https://www.alchemywebsite.com/Introduction.html)

Salts from acids play an important role in alchemy and also alchemy can be seen as ancient knowledge. That's why I have this connected.

“like I, sink, down like precious stones”

Maybe he actually did use alchemical substances to try to achieve certain things? And these substances calmed him in some way?

I like the imagine of sinking down like a stone. Stones are heavy. When I meditate I often “sink” down in my chair. I really fell that I am grounding myself, establishing a connection to something that is deep within me.

Maybe that is what he means?

“until I wake I dine on old encounters”

Dine...who talks like that XD. All of these strange eating and biting allusions always me think about an ED. When you are so obsessed with what's going in your body, all of your “safe foods”....

Or maybe there was not enough provided by his parents? Either because of neglect or not having enough money? Idk...all of this sounds horribly and sad.

Maybe it brought him joy to meet Sleep? Maybe this helped him somehow?

The word wake is also interesting. Does he mean wake up? Because then it would feel like being awake and being asleep is reversed. Or does he mean a wake? Because he brings up the word “grave” later. Does this mean he dines on these encounters until he is dead because it's his wake?!

“you taste like new flesh”

I'm a vegetarian. Can I please have a vegetarian or vegan version?

I really don't know what to make of this. Did he meet something or someone new and he is really drawn towards them?

“say my name again”

Which one?! XD

Seems like he really meet someone or something new? Or maybe he likes the way his name is being said?

“fold, secrets in the sweat”

For some reason I have this connected to me waking up hungover. When you wake up like that and it feels like the alcohol is leaking through every pore on your body. It's just not nice.

I don't know what he means. Like is suggested many times did he do something to be close to Sleep? Since he kind of brings up alchemy maybe it was something like that? It makes me think about substances of some sort.

“Like I swallow, years beneath this bed”

Why beneath? And also why this bed? Somehow I connect this Vessel sitting on his desk and while writing the lyrics he looks over to his bed and is unsure how to continue and then inspiration hits him “beneath this bed”.

I could write a whole essay about the strange eating, biting, swallowing topics. Maybe he really took substances. Idk how else to explain it. And maybe “beneath” this bed because it gave him a sense of security?

“there's something in the way you lay enough to make the dead switch graves”

This is a funny one. How can someone who is dead switch a grave? Does he mean a dead switch? Or someone dead switching graves? What on earth can be so powerful that when it lays there that the dead switch graves. This part just makes me laugh because I have no idea what he means or how he means it.

“you take your leave”

Thank you for calling me out again. I know okay. It's part of my “testing”. If someone really wants to be with me they will still be there after I'm back from my leave. Idk...me just scratching my head and thinking “it's a BPD thing”.

Seems like Sleep or whoever he means liked to mess with him.

“my hands are not worthy”

Oh dear! I just feel this. I'm someone who is so convinced that I am an awful being and not worthy of anything positive. Deep-rooted childhood trauma.....well....

I really like Jericho because “you taste like new flesh” is such a strange line but it sounds so good when you sing/scream it out loud.

#sleep token #sleep token lyrics #sleep token lore

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omg that anon who wants to see sugar let Eddie have it and fully let him know and make him understand how much his pulling away hurt him - anon I see you!! I am you!! Ever since the Maroon one shot I’ve been just dying for sugar to get her moment to just let it all out and make eddie see how much he hurt her and how deep those wounds are

I actually really really love how you’ve gone about the maroon series and not shown this yet! I think they way you’ve written the chapters so far is so so realistic (at least to me lol) and honest to how it would probably really go, like I would absolutely just try to compartmentalise and do my work and not let Eddie get to me because his specific pain is related to feeling like you weren’t enough for him or worth his time right? so I absolutely would still feel that wound and not what to let him think I’m still hung up on him when he emotionally left me so long ago. The way you’ve navigated showing how sugar is fighting with how she feels about Eddie now and the Eddie who is trying to connect with her and the pain and hurt that the Eddie from back then caused is just so so so real and heartbreaking and ugh you’re so talented!!!!

okay first of all you are being too sweet like my heart might burst from the sheer fact that you're being so kind as to call me talented but also just??? the way y'all get the vision??? as a writer it's such a nice feeling to see everything making sense and translating well <3

and i think that's the thing! maroon is very, very, very loosely based on a real life experience i had (when i say loosely, i mean it). and when i was in sugar's shoes, i remember that all the time away from the other person, i always thought once i got the chance for confrontation i would blow up, really lay into them, make them feel all my hurt - but the reality is i never did. i swallowed down my feelings and pushed them away to deal with later. when someone leaves you like that, it leaves wounds a little too deep for a simple "i'm sorry" to fix, and i think sugar is well aware of that, just as i was. getting an apology and getting to scream your grievances is such a tiny, minuscule part of that healing. in the grand scheme of it, the apology is actually probably the least important part. eddie and sugar will never get to be in love again the same way they were before it all went down, and that's not necessarily good, but it's a hard thing to grapple with when sometimes all those bruised feelings are so severe you wish that the solution could be as simple as going back to how it once was.

as sleep token once said, "no amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence."

anyways. ramble over. thank y'all for seeing an experience near and dear to me, relating, and enjoying/understanding <3 giving y'all all the hugs!!!

#thank u ily #maroon #shout out to the person who scorned me all those years ago #because now i get to write this story and stuff #didn't get much from the experience but heartache but now i get to play barbies with my favorite characters in a fun and insane way !#i already know i'll be crying when sugar does get her moment and i get to finally say (in a way) all that *i* never did #AND they'll get their happy ending !!! fuck yes!!!

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Working to Exhaustion

Title: Working to Exhaustion Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 26 Prompt: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself” Seeing double/Working to exhaustion/ “You look awful” Fandom: TMNT 2012 Word Count: 1365 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Donatello, Raphael Warning: NA Summary: Donnie working late in his lab again. Raph sees this, and decides to put a stop to it. Notes: Another one written late and posted quickly. Oh well. AO3 || ff.net

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Working to Exhaustion

Donnie sighed, picking up his pencil and scribbling down another note. This batch of retromutagen had been another failure. Of course, that didn’t mean that Donnie was going to throw it out. No, he could learn from mistakes, any scientist worth his weight could, and so he was analyzing it to try to see just what had gone wrong. He had to. He needed to. He couldn’t cure Mr. O’Neil or Karai without this.

Donnie set his pencil down, stretched, and then looked back into his microscope. It was interesting to see how the chemicals had reacted together in this attempted batch of retromutagen. They had reacted badly, of course, but the ways that they did were useful. He could probably use this information to make adjustments to his mixture to try to keep this and maybe other batches from failing.

Donnie pulled back from the microscope and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he’d been staring into it for too long. He was starting to see double. Shaking his head, he reached for his pencil, but he didn’t quite reach far enough to grab it. He did, however, reach far enough to knock it off the table. It rolled, and then fell, landing on the ground with a hollow sounding plink! For a moment, Don stared at it, and then he sighed and pushed back his chair to go after it.

Raph automatically looked in the lab as he passed it, heading towards his room. It was a habit of awareness, but this time it caused him to stop and backtrack. For a second, he watched from the doorway as Donnie went under his table for the pencil. Raph frowned. Don’s movements were slow, and clumsy, and that made Raph’s brow furrow.

Making a decision, Raph made his way inside the lab. He stood there as Donnie pulled back and crawled out from under his table, pencil in hand.

“Geeze, Donnie, you look awful,” he said as he looked over his brother. “When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

Donnie blinked up at Raph, too tired to even come back with a sarcastic answer. Instead, he just stared at his brother from the floor. “You know…sometimes I get so tired I don’t even know myself when I last slept.”

Raph stared as his brother and then huffed. “Yeah, because sleep deprivation is going to lead to scientific breakthrough.” He reached down and grabbed Donnie’s arm, hauling him up. Donnie may have been the tallest of the brothers, but Raph was the strongest. “Come on, up you go,” he said.

Donnie offered up a token resistance to the treatment. “Raph—what are you doing? I’m fine, let me go. I have important work to do!”

“Important work?” Raph said. “So important you can’t take a few hours to sleep or thirty minutes to eat?” he questioned. “Something tells me you don’t know the last time you ate either, do you?”

Donnie paused, trying to think of a way out of this trap. “Well… actually… no.” Donnie’s shoulders slumped. “No, I don’t.”

Raph frowned. “Donnie, you can’t keep doing this to yourself, man. You’re working yourself to exhaustion.” He pulled on his brother’s arm, tugging him along with him out of the lab.

“Actually,” Donnie said as he stumbled along behind Raph. “Exhaustion isn’t just feeling tired. It has an actual medical definition behind it that includes three different kinds.”

“Uh-huh. Fascinating,” Raph said, letting Donnie prattle on as he took his brother to the kitchen, sat him down, and started to pour him a bowl of cereal. He honestly didn’t care what Donnie was talking about at the moment. All he wanted was his brother to eat something. He pushed the bowl in front of Donnie, gesturing for him to pick up the spoon. Exhausted as he was, Don didn’t even notice that he had followed a command, and started to eat while talking.

“Do you know what I see?” Raph said, interrupting Donnie’s tirade on how to see the signs of one of the types of exhaustion.

Donnie blinked at him, the spoon halfway to his mouth. “No, Raph, I don’t know what you see.”

Raph leaned forward, making sure that he had his brother’s attention. “What I see is a brother who is working himself to a state of exhaustion. What I see is how tired you are. What I see are the bags under your eyes, the shake to your hand, the slump of your shoulders. What I see is an overworked brain and a heart that’s too busy thinking about what others want than to realize that you need a rest, too. What I see is a brother who isn’t taking care of himself and could be a risk to himself or on a mission.”

Raph leaned in closer. “What I see is that you’re gonna end up with all those symptoms that you’re talking about if you don’t stop it and start eating properly and going to bed!”

Don had been mechanically eating his cereal the while Raph talked, even though he was also staring wide-eyed at Raph. He blinked a little, though, as Raph finished, and scowled, although the effect wasn’t very effective with the obvious exhaustion he had hanging on him.

Still, though, Donnie did scowl at him, and gestured sloppily with the spoon, sending bits of milk flying around, not that he noticed. “I can’t just stop, Raph,” he said. “I have things I have to do. April is counting on me for a cure for her dad. I mean, I know she blames us for it, but who else is going to help him? And Splinter needs a cure for Karai—and maybe for himself too. It’s hard, but I have to keep working on it, I have to keep working hard.”

“Oh yeah?” Raph countered. “Tell ya what. How about you use that big brain of yours and tell me what happens when a person doesn’t get sleep? How about you tell me what happens when a person doesn’t eat? I don’t think you have to tell me, I think you know it and so do I. You’re gonna make mistakes, Donnie, and can you really afford to do that? Mutagen isn’t easy to get. Can you really afford to lose what you’ve got because you were tired?”

Don shifted uneasily in his seat, bringing the spoon back to the cereal bowl and scooping up some more. Finally, after a few bites, he looked at Raph. For a moment, he looked at him, brother to brother, unguarded. “…But if I don’t work on it, who will? And what if there’s a time limit? What if I only have so long before it’s all too late anyway?”

Raph reached across and put his hand on Donnie’s shoulder. “Then you won’t find it any faster if you keep screwing up because you’re exhausted.” He sighed. “Look, Donnie, finish eating and then go to bed, okay? I’ll wake you up in six hours, and then you can get started again. But how are you going to help anyone if you collapse because you didn’t take care of yourself?”

Donnie sighed and looked down at his bowl. Finally, his shoulders drooped. “Alright. But you better not let me oversleep!”

“No on purpose,” Raph reassured with a grin.

Don finished his food, and Raph made sure he made it to his bed. Donnie was practically asleep from the moment he crashed into his bed. Raph made sure to cover him up and turn out the light before closing the door behind him. Then he walked to the lab and looked in.

For a moment, Raph just stared at all of the stuff that Don had in there. Things that he considered important or projects that Raph knew that Donnie would rather be working on sat to the side, gathering dust. With a set jaw, Raph turned out the light to the lab and closed the doors. Tomorrow he’d work on making sure that Donnie made time for himself, instead of sacrificing it all for the retromutagen.

He wouldn’t let his brother work himself to exhaustion, no matter what anyone else said.

#Whumptober 2023 #no.26 #Working to Exhaustion #TMNT #TMNT 2012 #fanfic #Donatello #Raphael

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Fallout New Vegas Live-Blog Part 8

I was debating story wise what happens to Victor since after you kill Mr. House he's never seen again AND I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!!!

It's important to note that Victor is an AI distributed between all Securitrons. Meaning Victor can jump from one Securitron to another.

Since Yes Man knows about Victor from My Courier. Once installed he turns the Victor AI offline. Similar to what Mr. House did at the battle between Goodsprings and the Powder Gangers.

"Victor seems strangely obvious to your presence. He doesn't respond to your attempt to speak with him."

Yes Man and My Courier would talk about what they should do. Since he'll be aggressive and try to kill My Courier. So as horrible as it is they decide to erase Victor's memories all the way to before he met my Courier. Since it's either that or death.

They then send his AI back to the Securitron in Goodsprings. Obviously if anything happens to that robot his AI will jump to another.

Victor gets a similar ending to the Mr. House Route.

In Mr. House's Route it says, "After Mr. House regained control of New Vegas, he sent a Securitron to Goodsprings as a token of appreciation for helping the Courier. Victor was a mixed blessing, however, as he continually monitored the town for Mr. House."

Yes Man can monitor Goodsprings through Victor but my Courier has asked him not to. Victor gets to be helpful and enjoy living in Goodsprings. The people there are much more welcoming to him than before. He gets to become part of their community.

My Courier is sad he doesn't remember their bond but is happy Victor can just live his life. Victor gave her a second chance and now she's doing the same for him.

The residents of Goodsprings would even joke to the Courier how, "It's been so long since you've visited Victor has completely forgotten you." Haha ouch.

Also I like to imagine Jane's AI gets altered (the memories of Mr. House get removed) but instead she lives in the Lucky 38. Managing the Casino and no longer having to "entertain" Mr. House.

The rest of this live-blog is a short update since I was just wrapping up everything before doing the Dead Money DLC.

I saved lame President Kimball (¬_¬ ).

(っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ Also I installed the Override Chip into the El Dorado Power Station!!!

Also I got the Followers of the Apocalypse to join!

Arcade finally opened up allowing me to do his Quest. Together we recruited Enclave remnants to help at the battle of Hoover Dam!!

I can't stop laughing at the idea of Arcade explaining where all the Enclave remnants are located and my Courier going, "Oh I that area Cannibal Johnson lives there!" and Arcade becomes completely flabbergasted since he was unaware of Johnson's new nickname.

ARCADE WEARING HIS DAD'S OLD ARMOR WAS SO SWEET (ಥ◡ಥ)!!!!!!!

ALSO I GOT ENCLAVE ARMOR!!!!!

LOOK HOW BADASS IT IS!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS THE ENCLAVE ARMOR IS A BILLION TIMES COOLER and sexier LOOKING THEN THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL'S ARMOR!!!!

Mutuals . . . I'm so sorry please forgive me but I watched the deleted scene where you could sleep with Mr. House and asjdkafv;lnc

When he said, "Oh, don't be coy. You thought I wouldn't notice?" I HAD TO PAUSE THE VIDEO AND DO A LAP AROUND MY APARTMENT!!! I'm extremely glad it was cut though because I think the game's story and Mr. House's character work better without it.

Also I forgot to mention this but while killing all the Omertas a bunch of people crowded near the elevator and looked at me like this:

Part 1-7 and DLC Below:

In Order:

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/738944610851864576/i-spent-a-majority-of-my-time-exploring-the-top?source=share

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739188768511229952/finally-leaving-the-strip-i-worked-on-a-quest?source=share

Part 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739399214287749120/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-i-was-looking-at-a?source=share

Part 4:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739493595514634240/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-i-went-on-a?source=share

Old World Blues DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739827733183512576/i-loved-this-dlc-so-much?source=share

Honest Hearts DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740006126331035648/fallout-new-vegas-honest-hearts-dlc-%E3%82%9E-after?source=share

Part 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740067783848640512/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-since-i?source=share

Part 6:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740206323251232768/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-today-was-all?source=share

Part 7:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740542999964057600/theres-so-many?source=share

#In the Mr. House route she would end up in a romantic relationship with Mr. House.#Their relationship would be very unhealthy.#No I will not indulge more on that ajsdkc;nvkd;lnn ANYWAY thank you for coming to my Ted Talk DLC TIME!!!!#THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH CRINGE I CAN BE ONLINE.#I can't ever picture My Courier doing the Brotherhood of Steel + NCR or Legion Routes so I don't even think about them.#Mr. House's route she could've ended up in.#MadisonPlaysFalloutNewVegas #Long Post #Long Text #Yes Man doesn't have to worry about his AI ever getting messed with BTW.#My Courier would have Yes Man destroy the technology inside the Mainframe capable of doing that after Victor and Jane have been helped.#I JUST WANT JANE AND VICTOR TO BE HAPPY!!!!#Even if morally it's kinda messed up to remove an AI's memories. Even if they would've died if she hadn't done it.#My Courier is polite and friendly if she sees Victor but tries to avoid him.#She’s feels guilty over altering his memories and thinks it’s better she stays away.

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Journal having possible BPD; an analysis

you read the title, im going to write on why i think Journal from PPT2 has traits of borderline personality disorder bc im very normal about this character and i like to study him like an ant (also i have bpd myself)

NOTES:

i already wrote down a thread on twitter so this is like a repost here

pwBPD stands for people with Borderline Personality Disorder, im typing this since im going to use the short version of said phrase

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1) impulsive actions

knowing that Journal had an important task to stop Mr. Hand from escaping, it's no doubt that he would commit risks (even unplanned) to do his work, including;

- forcing himself to stay up to the point he barely had any sleep

- getting himself wet in the rain (since paper-based objects shouldnt be out on the water for too long)

- breaking relationships with others

there are other actions that i might have missed but these are the ones i could remember. in case you do not know, impulsivity is very common within pwBPD.

while things like consuming drugs and unsafe sexual intercourse arent included in the above list (i mean, ofc, this show doesn't contain adult themes especially when majority of its fanbase are minors), damaging positive relationships is part of this impulsivness.

2) unstable realtionships / splitting

as said before, Journal had seen breaking his positive relationships with others, notably with Treasure Chest and Post-It Note, over something they had said or did once.

that being TC with his immunity token and Post-It wanting to take a break from work, in which causes him to lash out on them for those reasons above. he was also seen acting negatively towards Ukulele and Bubble Wrap.

Journal's actions above can be similar to splitting (a BPD-exclusive term in which pwBPD tend to characterize themselves, other people, and situations in black and white), and it may contribute to relationships not being stable. it is possible for splitting episodes to be triggered from minor events or inconveniences (as said about TC and Post-It above)

3) intense emotions

Journal was seen to be more irritable as episodes went by, as his recent behavior include being bitter towards someone and having to easily lash out. he was also seen having fights and arguments with others characters, especially with Treasure Chest ever since episode 9 until 12.

One of the symptoms of BPD is that a person rapidly changes their emotions and even often.

he does not only have intense anger, but as well as intense fear or paranoia, and because of his stress-related paranoia, he feels more intensely than the others do.

4) psychosis

Journal is canonically psychotic as he had hallucinations shown on-screen twice. his hallucinations caused him to become more paranoid or, as in the recent episode, have a panic attack.

some pwBPD may likely have psychotic symptoms, although not common, it can still be possible.

5) favorite person

Journal likely has Post-It Note as his favorite person (fp for short). He seems to have a alot of trust with Post-It since he was the only one who tried to understand his struggles and is wiling to help Journal out on his work.

although, since episode 11, after Post-It Note said that he wanted to relax fron work for a bit and calmly told him to calm down, Journal got devistated and got angry at him for it, so he distanced himself from Post-It Note and continues to work by himself without his help.

"how would this tie to him having an fp?"

in some cases, pwBPD tend to put high (mostly unachievable) standards for their fp(s), and if those standards arent met, they will start splitting and push their fp(s) away for it.

even Journal's standard put on Post-It Note isnt as ridiculously high, Journal did lash out on him for not meeting it and this did end up hurting both parties at the end.

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conclusion:

because of how his behavior connect to BPD symptoms listed above (there might be more that i might have missed), he is likely (if not heavily) implied to have borderline personality disorder

#shut up cupid #kangel.txt #ppt2 #paper puppets take 2 #ppt2 journal #object show #object shows #object show community #osc #character analysis

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raayllum · 1 year

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Rayllum-y lyrics from Midnights:

And I wake with your memory over me / That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

I would've stayed on my knees / And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil / At nineteen / And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven / And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts / Memories feel like weapons

When my depression works the graveyard shift / All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

All the love we unravel / And the life I gave away / 'Cause he was sunshine / I was midnight rain / He wanted it comfortable / I wanted that pain

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye / You were bigger than the whole sky / You were more than just a short time / And I've got a lot to pine about / I've got a lot to live without

Summer went away, still, the yearning stays

One night, a few moons ago / I saw flecks of what could've been lights / But it might just have been you / Passing by unbeknownst to me

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out / There's just one who could make me stay / All my days

Can I ask you a question? / Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room / And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you / But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too? / Then what did you do? / Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night? Oh / Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh / When she said it was too much? / Do you wish you could still touch her? / It's just a question

Lock broken, slur spoken / Wound open, game token

My knuckles were bruised like violets / Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked / Spineless in my tomb of silence / Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

I can't let this go / I fight with you in my sleep / The wound won't close / I keep on waiting for a sign

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy / How the hell did we lose sight of us again? / Sobbin' with your head in your hands / Ain't that the way shit always ends?

They said the end is comin' / Everyone's up to somethin' / I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

My friends from home don't know what to say / I looked around in a blood-soaked gown / And I saw something they can't take away / 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / Everything you lose is a step you take

Tale as old as time / I wake up screaming from dreaming / One day I'll watch as you're leaving / And life will lose all its meaning / For the last time

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? / Years of tearing down our banners, you and I / Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

Good girl, sad boy / Big city, wrong choices / We had one thing goin' on / I swear that it was somethin' / 'Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A colour I've searched for since

You’re on your own kid, you always have been

"It only hurts this much right now" / Was what I was thinkin' the whole time / Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out / I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates / And all the stars aligned / You and I ended up in the same room / At the same time

My hand was the one you reached for / All throughout the Great War / Always remember / Uh-huh, tears on the lеtter / I vowed not to cry anymore

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love / The slowest way is never loving them enough

If you never touched me, I would've / Gone along with the righteous / If I never blushed, then they could've / Never whispered about this / And if you never saved me from boredom / I could've gone on as I was / But, Lord, you made me feel important / And then you tried to erase us / Oh, oh / You're a crisis of my faith / Would've, could've, should've / If I'd only played it safe

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse / Of a chain reaction of countermoves / To assess the equation of you / Checkmate, I couldn't lose

#rayllum #taylor swift #we're not swifties for nothing #caylangst #s4 #arc 1 #arc 2 #insp

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watch-my-cosmic-death · 1 year

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Hey hun<3

Ahh stop thank you for being so kind I can't tnejfjje

Ohmygosh yes!!! I love your brain!! Light beams are so ethereal and so damn pretty. I have watched so many videos of concerts and raves just to see the light shine through the smoke. I really want to see that in person one day!!

Oh no don't cry!!! You're too cute. You deserve every compliment and so many more. You're such a wonderful person and I'm so damn happy to get to talk with you so often<33

I swear it's only moths and like old people lmao

Ah!!! stop it you're making me blush!!!! I don't think I'm that special, I just have a tendency of overthinking things. But thank you<333:)))

Hfjwicjwkxkek ohmygosh stop you'll make me fall in love with you or something!!! You're so sweet thank you so much<3333:))

That's so sweet. Neptune is such an amazing planet and a wonderful choice!! I really like that about you, you always have such amazing options. Okay I know that he's just a chunk of ice and rock but he deserves his status back!!! And right?!? There's so much out there just floating!! it's weird to me that you can never see it in any of the pictures that NASA shows us, idk I've always thought that was strange. And like it being so much junk aside, theres so much of our history within it all! We have come so so far in the last 20 years!!!

Nebulas are so incredibly powerful and I'm in such awe of them. They're so beautiful and scary at the same time!! But no you haven't said too much I swear. I love hearing everything you care about! I enjoy reading things that are important to you<3 oh my gosh the thought of living on a whole other PLANET is such an amazing thing to think about. And although I would really like it to be in my lifetime as well, I kind of hope it isn't. Because that would be so scary!!

Getting super into a book is such a wonderful experience and I love it so much but once the book or series ends I am left with so much sadness. Like I've lost a close friend, y'know? It's sad and happy at the same time. Though I'm not reading anything right now. I've been trying to get into another book or series but I can't find anything that I've been taken by just yet. I've read a series called Clockwork Angel in the past and oh man they are three amazing books!! The ending made me cry so much though:'(

Rihanna is such a strong and wonderful woman!! I have so much respect for how much she has accomplished over the years!! And she's very attractive but that's for another conversation haha:) I think Sleep Token is a mix of Pop and Metal. Two of my faves of theirs is Granite and Alkaline. I really relate to those songs. I think they're really nice. What are some of your favourite songs and artists? Anything you're super into right now?:)

Thank you so much! You don't now just how much that means to me, you're so sweet<33

I'm sorry. That sounds really frustrating. I would say it's neat that they came to see you but if it was just sad then not so much. I'm sorry it wasn't better seeing them:( That's so cool that it snowed though! I love the snow!!! I love the quiet and clarity that comes with it:)

I hope your day has been better today!! Mine hasn't been too bad, it was my day off but my boss called me in to take a part of her shift because she had something that came up with her family. I haven't been sleeping very well, or at all, the last few days. But that's alright. Nothing caffeine can't fix haha

My name is Audrey though online I've started going by Ray/Razz. It's just a little more gender neutral and I really like that. And trust me, I don't think I could ever hate you hun! You're all good<3:)

Hiii :))))

'Hun' - Stop aajskhf- That's so cute! <3

You get it!!! I didn't even think about rave lights! I love those. When I got tired at parties, I'd lay on the chairs and watch all the lights. It's one of my favourite things!! They're so pretty! I think rave lights would look sick in person- especially with all the smoke machines, plus music. I hope you get to experience that one day!

It's not even funny how red my face is! You're truly lovely. But I can't handle blushing every other sentence. You're so sweet, thank you. My day honestly gets so much better after speaking with you. You're just that awesome. I'm really happy I get to speak with you often, too. <33

I reject the implication that you're "not that special." You most definitely are! Please, at this rate I'll end up falling in love with you first hun. <3

That was such a specific compliment about options- I'm actually holding on by a thread- Okay- We should start a petition to bring him back to the planet gang! We're technally part chunky ice and part rock! It's not fair. :( I feel like the images may be photoshopped beforehand. Not in- the earth is flat type of way - Never that, more in an enhanced colour correcting, making it look aesthetic way. Or they crop it out, could have just said that, but no I went the long way around. Again, your beautiful brain! I didn't think of the historical value of the machines we've built, but you're completely right! Years of building and history lost in a vast sea of nothing!

At this point, half my paragraphs are going to be about your comments towards me and my lack of functioning after reading them. But I do love how reassuring you are, it's really sweet of you. :) <3 Nebulas are quite literally fucking horrifying, and that's why I love them so much. :) To look at something like that and understand what's happening. Truly the stuff to create an existential crisis. Same with living on another planet. If you were truly there- societal breakdown. You have to carry everything over for it to be the same, morals, behaviours, beliefs. Kind of weird how much you'd have to take morally and functionally. That's if it's liveable. Just visiting. You gots to take respect and love. I have reached the point where I don't know what I'm saying.

I feel the same way about my tv shows! It's like mourning a friendship rather than a tv show or book. Bittersweet... I hope you find a series that you enjoy and get to flutter through and become apart of. I haven't heard of that series. What's it about? What's your favourite things about it? Which were your favourite characters?? - I'm sorry the ending made you cry. :( I bet it's a beautiful story to look back on? I always find if something coming to an end makes me cry, then it was worth it all and more.

She is extremely attractive, and we should definitely have that conversation because it's always relevant! My god, I love her. She's so cool as well, like how are you gonna be that attractive, that talented, with all that swag and on top of that! Perform whilst pregnant at the half-time show- What I'm saying is that women is a goddess and there should be a statue in every town of her. - I will put those on my Spotify and give them a listen tomorrow whilst I get my tattoo done. :) I have so many different top songs. Of all time, I'd say No Eyes by Claptone and JAW would be the one that is completely engraved in me. It's an extremely simple song, but it means a lot to me based on why and when I found it. I have many others, though. Artist hmm- Obviously, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, The 1975, The neighbourhood, the prodigy, etc. The list goes on and on. I can never sum myself up when speaking on music. But currently, I'm listening to a lot of soundtracks and 'dark academia' music. My mind's been loud, so- no lyrics currently.

It's just weird- I feel like every time I talk to them, they don't listen. Or the judge me. That was all. Maybe it was because I didn't eat until they left. I guess we'll never knowwww. But thank you. You're so nice. Again your mind. I love snow. That dampness in sound when it heavy falls, and the small specks of shine in an untouched layer. It's like a gentle blanket over the world. It's so calming. The Shinning is one of my favourite horrors, and those shots of just the snow and no music-phenomenal.

It's actually night now, I just stayed up to respond lmao. Kind sucky you got called in on your off day. Especially since you haven't been doing great. (I hope her family is alright, and that everything was ok.) I'm sorry you haven't been sleeping, I get how frustrating that can become. Have you tried any remedies?

Oh, thank god! I was worried for a minute. -That's what I did with Rj! My full name is Renée, but online it's Rj. Either's fine by me. Thank you for letting me know by the way :) - Again with the hun asfgsk <33:))

(I wrote this whilst tired. I'm sorry if there's any confusion at any point. I'm just as confused)

#im very tired #my response is not that great #but I wanted to answer #<3 #r #asksss

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Chapter 5: Eye for an eye - 2

PIP: Wow! Is this Heidi’s house? I have never been here before!

WENDY: Uh. You’re not allowed to come inside.

PIP: Huh?

WENDY: You know, no boys allowed. It’s Heidi’s rules.

PIP: But how else will I know you’re safe?

WENDY: I don’t plan on staying long.

WENDY: Just wait out here, I’ll be in the basement only for a few minutes.

PIP: I do not think it is a very good idea! What if there is something I cannot protect you from?

WENDY: … I’m sure I’ll be fine without your… help.

PIP: Miss Wendy–

WENDY: Just call me Wendy.

PIP: Uh, Wendy, if this “stalker” you were mentioning before assumingly resides in South Park, could it not be anyone in South Park?

PIP: I’m sure your friends are trustworthy, but what if perhaps this person was someone that you are close with?

PIP: It does make some sort of sense, does it not? If those files containing all of that information were true, it would make sense that the person filling them out was someone on the “inside”, so to speak. It would be quite easy to get information out of someone if you pretend you are friends with them.

WENDY: …

WENDY: I… didn’t really think of that.

WENDY: Well… I’m not staying for long.

WENDY: Although, I did want to ask Bebe about that picture I found…

PIP: Picture?

WENDY: I’ll show you later.

HEIDI: Wendy, you’re late. You’re not usually late for meetings.

WENDY: Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Something was keeping me up…

HEIDI: It’s alright. We already cleared Kyle’s name off all of the lists and changed them accordingly, so now we’re just talking through our feelings.

WENDY: I don’t think I can stay that long. I’ve got something important to do later on.

RED: More important than the lists? You made a pact, Wendy.

WENDY: Yes, yes, I know. I apologize.

HEIDI: … Anyway. Does anyone have anything to say about Kyle?

BEBE: Kyle had such a fat ass, it’s a shame he died.

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: Anyone else?

BEBE: Uhh…

RED: There’s nothing to really say about Kyle, is there?

RED: I always had a sneaking suspicion he was… “funny”... that’s why he never talked to any of us.

WENDY: Oh, come on. Is that really it? Kyle was one of the very few boys who wasn’t a complete dick.

RED: Well, if you have a crush on Kyle, that’s fine, Wendy.

WENDY: What?!

HEIDI: Kyle was really sweet, despite him trying to constantly trying to ruin my relationship.

HEIDI: He’s such a backstabber.

WENDY: …

RED: Nichole, you’ve been awfully quiet this whole time. Were you close with Kyle?

NICHOLE: Well… I was, sort of?

NICHOLE: You know… that whole “crush” thing I had when I first moved here.

NICHOLE: But that sort of faded away.

NICHOLE: I do miss him, but I never got all that close with him. I’d feel selfish if I said I missed him alot, you know? It’d take away from the people who were actually close with him.

NICHOLE: Like Stan.

NICHOLE: It’s tragic what happened, and unexplainable. It’s very sudden for someone like Kyle.

NICHOLE: I don’t want to talk about Kyle anymore… thinking about what happened is scary.

HEIDI: I agree. Does anyone else have another topic?

WENDY: Why hold a meeting dedicated to Kyle if we’re just going to change subject…?

NICHOLE: Um, well, actually… can I talk about Token?

RED: What’d he do?

NICHOLE: He didn’t do anything, I mean, I don’t think he did…?

NICHOLE: He hasn’t been answering his phone… or talking to any of his friends.

NICHOLE: He’s missed alot of school recently, but he usually has perfect attendance.

NICHOLE: I didn’t want to… bombarde him with questions or anything, I don’t want to be one of those girlfriends, you know…?

WENDY: … Uh oh.

NICHOLE: … “Uh oh”...?!

WENDY: I mean, I’m sure he’s fine!

WENDY: Token is a sensitive guy, I used to date him so I know. He probably just got offended by one of his dick friends.

NICHOLE: He would have told me, I think… we tell eachother everything.

NICHOLE: Maybe I’m just worrying too much. He probably just got grounded or something.

WENDY: Yeah…

WENDY: Well, I should get going.

WENDY: Wait, hold on, Bebe, can I talk to you real quick, alone?

BEBE: Sure, Wendy.

WENDY: Let’s go to Heidi’s kitchen.

BEBE: Be right back, guys!

…

WENDY: Uh, okay so, kind of a weird question… I found this old picture of you, but I don’t recognise the other girl, do you know who she is? I think it’s important.

BEBE: …

BEBE: What the fuck? Where did you find this?

WENDY: Do you know her?

BEBE: Don’t fucking show this picture to anyone, do you understand?

WENDY: … Huh?

BEBE: Seriously, where did you find this picture?!

BEBE: Does anyone else know about this?!

WENDY: I don’t really get the big deal?--

BEBE: Wendy, listen to me. Don’t. Show. This. Picture. Around.

BEBE: If this got out, it could ruin all of our reputations!!!

WENDY: Bebe, calm down, I won’t show anyone if you just tell me her name–

BEBE: You aren’t understanding, Wendy! This could ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for!

WENDY: What are you talking about…?!

BEBE: First you flirt with my boyfriend, then you show me this picture just to taunt me?! You’re a fucking slut!

WENDY: … ?!?!? What?!?! I didn’t flirt with Clyde?! And I still don’t know what you’re talking about?!?

BEBE: At his birthday party, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him!

WENDY: He was the one not leaving me alone!

WENDY: Fuck, whatever, Bebe! Give me that picture back! I’ll figure it out myself!

BEBE: NO!

PIP: How’d it go, Miss Wendy?

WENDY: I… hate to admit this, but I think you were right.

PIP: What do you mean?

WENDY: Well, first, something that Heidi said reminded me of her and Kyle’s sort of… weird rivalry? I never actually knew exactly what went down with them, but I know that they do not like each other.

WENDY: I don’t want to immediately accuse anyone, especially not someone I consider my friend, but Heidi is someone I am suspicious of…

WENDY: Kyle does have a few sworn enemies, Cartman being number one.

WENDY: Doesn’t it make sense? Cartman and Heidi used to date, maybe they worked together to, you know, murder him?

PIP: My, that is a bold accusation…

PIP: Well, how are you so sure that Kyle even was… murdered?

WENDY: Kyle wouldn’t kill himself.

WENDY: And also, it looks like he was thrown into that boat on the pond… it didn’t look like he tripped or anything, like someone threw him in there…

WENDY: There wasn’t an autopsy, so it’s hard to say what exactly happened…

WENDY: … I wish I didn’t remember the details, but the image of him is burnt into my mind.

WENDY: … Anyway. You know that picture I was talking about? I showed Bebe and she freaked out… I’m scared she’s involved aswell. Maybe also possibly that girl in the photo.

PIP: Are you sure you’re dealing with the grief of your dear friend in a good way…? Constantly surrounding yourself with this “mystery” and purposefully trying to remember that horrific scene probably isn’t the best for you… in my opinion.

WENDY: …

WENDY: Shut up, Pip.

PIP: Right-o.

PIP: Where are you headed now, Miss Wendy?

WENDY: I’m going to go talk to Token, Nichole mentioned he was acting weird, which reminded me that he was on one of the files…

WENDY: Maybe he knows something about it.

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#wendy testaburger #pip pirrup #south park #immortal park #chapter5

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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*TW PERIOD MENTION*

If you're comfortable with this, could you do some hcs for the lords (but mainly moreau) with an s/o who gets HORRIBLE period cramps? Like they're literally writhing in pain and even after they take pain meds it's still miserable. Only do this if you feel comfortable of course, I totally understand if you dont want to do it❤

Hi, sorry folks, I bumped this to the top of the list, cuz I don't know if it's time sensitive for you, hope it brings comfort❤️ (Moreau's will have some extra)

TW: Period Mention, Reader is still Gender Neutral

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ah, she remembers those. She hasn't had to deal with one in a long while, due to her mutation, but even for her the experience was not pleasant.

This, however, looks very different.

Alcina cannot imagine the pain you must be in. You are curled into yourself on the couch, humming in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain, and you might try to hide them but she can see the tear tracks on your face.

Alcina takes care of you. Any of her day to day tasks can and will wait-- you are far more important. She doesn't leave the room unless you ask her to, and the Maids aren't let into the room unless it is to bring HER the things she needs to take care of you.

She will do whatever you need from her, no question. Cuddles, heated blankets, she will even read aloud to you as a distraction. Pro tip--her hands can get pretty chilly, and if you're someone who does well with ice packs, her hands work 100% better to cool off your skin.

Don't worry about her loosing control at the smell of blood--you are obviously in pain and she has far too much self control to let a little bit of blood bother her. (But depending on how hungry her daughters are, they might not be let in the room unless they have fed recently)

She will also use her contact with the Duke to find you a proper doctor. It's not normal for you to be in this much pain. Dearest, it doesn't matter if someone else has said there's nothing more to be done-- she's getting you a competent Doctor to get a second opinion.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is panicking.

Lady Beneviento is stressed the hell out by seeing you in pain--she hates it. You're lying in a pile of blankets on the floor, unable to be even the slightest bit comfortable because of the pain, and in such obvious agony that your hands are shaking.

Still, she's more than ready to make you feel better. Other than pain pills and more traditional treatment, Donna firmly believes in the power of distraction.

She will use books, movies, heck with your permission she might even use the pollen to craft a hallucination for you to help take the pain away.

(Ethan's encounter with the demon fetus was able to cause him enough harm that he felt it, Donna would definitely try to see if she could use her powers to trick your brain into not feeling as much pain)

She will also be attached to you at the hip, if you need space or can't be touched during your period, you need to tell her up front. She'll be very clingy when you are this miserable.

A little self indulgence here: while Donna does like her tea, she makes a KILLER hot chocolate. If chocolate brings you joy during your period, she has a constant, steady supply of it sent up to your room.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore engages Doctor mode immediately. For you to be in this much pain is both not normal and completely unacceptable. He's going to do his best to help.

This man absolutely used to be the Village doctor before his mutation, and as a result does Know His Shit. His siblings and mother may infantilize him to a certain degree, but that is mainly because Moreau's main issues are short term memory problems and his obsessive devotion to Mother Miranda that can make him regress. He's still competent as a doctor, and if he needs to reference anything, he still has some copies of medical textbooks.

He was also a Small Town Doctor, meaning he knows how to treat pain without access to traditional medicine, since often times he didn't have access to it.

It doesn't matter if you're not a tea person, you're still getting tea, made with herbs you don't know the name of and couldn't pronounce even if you did.

He doubles this up with more traditional pain relief methods like extra strength ibuprofen and heated compresses on the area. He might even talk you into doing a few exercises--it can help a lot with pain relief.

Still, when he's caring for you, sometimes he has to leave the room. He uses getting you a glass of water or another blanket as an excuse, but it's really so he can take a deep breath and center himself. Moreau is an empathetic man who loves you to pieces, and watching you cry silently into a pillow just...hurts.

Salvatore also does his best to distract you with anything he has on hand, mostly movies. While you two might normally playfully argue about which ones to watch, he will absolutely defer to you. I would recommend taking this time to watch a scary movie if you're a horror fan, there's literally no other time where Moreau would let you get away with it.

He is at your side constantly, and will only give you space if you ask for it. Even then, he will pop back in every few hours to check in.

Now for Fluff stuff: If you're not careful and watch him like he watches you, Moreau will run himself ragged trying to keep you comfortable.

The best solution to preventing this is coaxing him into bed with you. He might let out a couple of token protests, but one look at your pleading face takes all the fight right out of him.

He will cuddle up to you as close as possible and rub little circles into your back or stomach, whatever feels best. If you two are face to face, you can start to feel yourself relax in time with his breathing, and both of you slowly drift off to sleep together.

It's the best you've felt in days ❤️

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is just... So lost...

You are writhing in agony in your bed, sobbing into a pillow, and so obviously suffering. He HATES to see you like this, because you're hurting and he doesn't know how to fix it.

Karl wants to hurt the things that hurt you, but when it's your own body rebelling against you and causing you pain...He wants to make it better for you but he can't.

He swallowed his pride IMMEDIATELY and called Moreau to the factory. Heisenberg might consider The Lord of the Reservoir to be a little slow in the head, but he used to be a doctor, and Karl is taking zero chances with your health.

He also pops by the Duke to pick up any kind of pain relief possible--Karl literally brings back 8 different brands of acetaminophen, hot water bottles, cocaine, opium, and enough alcohol to give an elephant a blackout. (Maybe he can get you to pass out long enough that you'll sleep through the worst of it?)

You will have to ask directly for cuddles if you want them--as handsy and clingy as Heisenberg is, he is so Bad At Feelings that he will just hover in the corner and work on projects to keep his hands busy. He doesn't know if you want to be touched, and is afraid to ask...but he really wants to keep an eye on you anyway.

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