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vacayisland · 5 months

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@!; I love you. Floyd / Reader

"Summary"! "I love you" I always had and I always do. "Tags"! Floyd's POV. angst/hurt. This was more experimental in my writing so please enjoy and I accept any feedback you might have <3

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Floyd stood in the crowd, surrounded by a hundred faces that he did not know. He stood under the starlight sky, silent and deserted as others' cheers flooded his ears and made him deaf. The lights from the stars, which could not shine as brightly as you, drowned his vision and made him blind. His voice was all but silent. His spirit all but drained as he stood there, not one with a crowd yet a husk in a body that he no longer knew was his. With a mind that tried to barricade the disappearance that tried to flood out in a crowd of faces he did not know. Floyd stood upon the crowd of faces that blurred, his eyes fixated not on them nor on you; For you shined too brightly for him to bear, too brightly for him to hold, too brightly for him to keep. Floyd stood upon the crowd of faces that didn’t care as the stars smiled down upon him with a taunting grin, a sickening grin that made his stomach heave and quelch. Floyd stood upon the crowd of blank faces, all screaming and shouting the name of a lover that couldn’t be, trying to remember how he ended up in this crowd. In this place, in this time, in this situation. His brain tried to search for an answer, any sort of sign from the sinister stars that did not help yet laughed upon his misfortune why? Why! He wanted to scream and cry out, shout until he could no longer do so, until he was hoarse and dead. Why did it have to be you, the one who was born with the kiss of the sun, who would rival the stars above you and make them envious, who could be everything and nothing at once. Who was he compared to you?

“Floyd this is madness!” Branch had cried to him once as he followed him, trying to convince him to change his mind, go back on the words he had just spoken, anything other than this. Other than this cruel fate. This cruel, cruel fate that someone should not bare let alone Floyd who has done so much for you! Yet Floyd would not listen, his heart set on the path he had chosen knowing it was the best for you; The best for a star that should not follow another that did not burn as brightly as you, who’s light had been dimmed far beyond repair. You deserved to dance with those who were like you, who burned as bright as you and who could dance alongside you without this gut stabbing remorse for even being near. No, no…. You shouldn’t be stuck with someone who is so burnt out that they will weigh you down, drown you until you're extinguished like a light that had never shone in the first place when you were the brightest of all. No, no… Floyd could possibly not do that to you. Never to you. For you were the light that lit his flame, burned his heart, and awakened his days. For you were the one dancing around his head, countlessly, as you sang songs above a love that Floyd desired for you and only you. A love he could not push you through. A love he could not burden you with, so what else could he have done other than to say… goodbye? “I wish we were to other people,” You used to dreamily say to Floyd upon summer nights, out on the cold green grass as fireflies danced around your heads like stars who had descended to grace you and only you. Never him, he didn’t deserve such beauty. “I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye, I wished I could stay by your side.” You had told Floyd with the dreamist of sighs, a smile upon your face that made him forget about the dancing stars and the moonlight sky. God you looked so beautiful tonight that it hurt Floyd, it hurt him so much. Countless men tried chasing you down, tried asking for your hand, tried to be yours and yet Floyd had always taken your attention.

Selfish; Is what chastised him in his mind as he watched your love-struck eyes mingle with his that did not deserve to gaze upon your beauty. Beauty that Floyd could not describe; could not justify into words as it left his mouth dry. You wished that you both were different people, in a different time, at a different place, but why? Floyd could never understand the reason why your heart burned like his for a man who could not live next to you. For a man who had fallen from grace and from heaven while you still danced above, singing with all that heaven has given you to bless the ears of this selfish, selfish man in front of you. “I do not wish the same,” Floyd had told you, his words coxed in honey to make you believe that his heart did not yearn as well for this time, that his heart did not beg for you to be with him constantly. Selfish, crude, monster-ish. The words rang in his head, banging against the walls and stabbing him through the heart over and over until he felt it bleed. Selfish. He had made you cry that night, tears running down your flushed cheeks like impure stains that should not have been near you. He shouldn’t have made you cry, you didn’t deserve to cry, yet he did so anyway. What a crude man, what a monstrous man to make a star cry.

To make you cry hurt Floyd more than denying his heart, which was broken and torn into pieces as he watched you leave with such disdain and despair that he was sure someone else could repair. Not him, never him; a selfish greedy man that stood upon the summer grass, who stood upon a crowd full of people he didn’t know, who once stood next to you and your heavenly throne. Selfish. Is a word Floyd never used lightly and he would be damned if he gave himself leeway this time, any time. Never has Floyd ever been so disgusted with himself like he had when he was around you, but it was never your fault; It could never be your fault, it was his own. A burden he carried that weighed him down until he could no longer stand it, thrashing about for a way to escape. For a way to stop the pain. Away. Away from you and away from what you two had become. Never again does he want to taint you with who he has become; diminished, a star with no light. How could you have ever stand being close to someone who could never burn as bright. And then he watched as he took your flame but all for a short time. You cried and screamed, shouting with frightening might one night, “You never loved me… You knew that I loved you and you used that!” Your brightness was now a flame, anger burned instead of beauty and Floyd was scared that he had soiled who you once were. “No,” He had barely croaked out, trying to watch his tone. Yet it was useless as your words were like a scorching stone. They bruised his hair, burned him with bruises too much to bare, and he sunk to the floor in despair. For he loved you so, yet knew you should never know. And now he stood, in a pit in his own despair, within a crowd with faces that could never compare. And you, you stood upon the stage with light so fair. And oh he loved you so, he would repeat the phrase a dozen or so times in his head for the only answer to ring back dead. For you had given him your heart, and he yours. “Be careful,” He had told you oh so long ago, “As you walk home.” For since that night, you had his heart captured and chained and you always gave it a start. For since that night, he knew who he loved and no one, yes no one, could ever replace that feeling he held all so dear. And you had been careful, just as he said. You had held onto his heart with the utmost care, with the utmost importance, and with the utmost love. You were tender and soft, you fed him love. Love that was simple and love that was fair, love that was sweet and could not compare. Love that was soft, and that will forever be there. Forever be there in the corners of his mind. Forever be there, as the stars turn him blind. He would never hope for this fate for you, as it’s too cruel to bear. He would hope you would forget about him and let time head its course, and like the stars patch the wound he had embedded upon your heart. He hoped you didn’t search for his face among the crowd or call out his name in the darkest of night. For you would see only a shadow and gain no response back and it would sully your heart, and he was sure it would make you sad.

Selfish.

The word came back to him, one last time, as he slowly existed the crowd of nameless faces, upon a dark summer night. He slowly backed away from his final chance to mend the heart you had gave to him, now broken and bruised and torn and cut. His final chance to make things right to tell you how much you’re loved.

“I love you, …” Would be the words that died on his lips that night, along with his heart and diminished light.

“I love you” Were the words he wanted to say as he wrapped you in a hug, as he hid you from the pain.

“I love you”, Never again would he burden you with the possibility of those words. For he was not the one to tell you them, he could not claim your heart.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I really do. For my heart was always yours, and your heart was always mine. We were stars, you see, at the start of the world. We were atoms next to each other, always compelled by force. I love you, I love you, oh I love you so. Please stay with me, let us make our hearts whole. I love you, I love you, I love you more… but the words died from his lips before he could even give them a start, a chance, a second of thought.

Maybe, if things were different.

Maybe in another life, if we were different people. Maybe you would be me and maybe I would be you. Maybe we would be lovers, maybe even friends. In every universe I’m sure I will find you and cure your ills.

Maybe I’ll finally get the courage to mend my weeping heart. Maybe I’ll finally get the courage to face the brightest star.

Making a wish is something I had told you to do before, “Maybe a wish my love,” I had said with a tease. Yet the shooting star had shot out too quickly, leaving you with a wishing dream. And now maybe it’s my time to look upon a shooting star and wish to tell you the words that were stuck in my heart:

“I love you,” Without a frightful start. Full and truly, with my whole chest and heart;

“I love you.” I always had and I always do. I was just too scared to tell you.

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mamayan · 7 months

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Could you do this with Douma and a fem reader pretty please? Also very many congratulations!

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Douma

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Taste of Iron || Size || Praise/Worship

tw: NSFW • Biting (Blood play) • Rough Sex • Corruption K!nk • NONCON • Douma doesn’t stfu • Bondage

wc: 1086

“Ah~ really though, there’s nothing more wonderful than when you’re like this for me,” his voice was a soothing purr as he trails one cold hand up the smooth expanse of your thigh.

Luminescent rainbow eyes gazed down at your fragile figure tied and helpless. A pretty silk gag knotted and slotted into your mouth prevents any retorts.

“My most naughty little follower, are you enjoying this?” He wasn’t truly asking to hear your answer, more fixated on how much he was enjoying this. He could feel it, the blood and vitality rushing through your veins as adrenaline pumped and kept you acutely aware of every touch he placed on you. The fear and clarity in your gaze which the majority of his cult never figured out until it was far far too late.

You saw something you weren’t supposed to, and sadly, that meant you couldn’t be allowed to separate and mingle without him.

Tears flow down your cheeks as you struggle, bound and powerless under the beautiful male.

He was a fraud. A liar. A monster.

None of it mattered now, not when he’d sunken his claws too deeply into your family and friends to save them. You couldn’t even save yourself it seemed.

“Don’t cry sweet thing~ I’m not going to eat you~” yet, his smile was disarming, blatantly lying to your pretty face as he coos and hushes you.

“You’ve always been my favorite, you know? It makes me so sad to think about harming you, so we’ll do something else instead, okay~♡?” The cute way he spoke didn’t match Douma’s large body as he discarded his top, muscular unblemished figure on display.

He easily settled between your spread thighs, enjoying the view of your dripping pussy while you silently begged for mercy. “Such a shame I had to muffle your cute voice…” he laments to himself, nuzzling your soft inner thigh with his face and enjoying the texture of your skin. “I kind of want to hear you scream for me but, oh well,” he gives no warning before his sharp teeth are sinking into the flesh of your thigh, your pained squeal silenced by the fabric stuffed into your mouth. Douma delights in the blood and mark on your body, his mark, as he laps up the small rivers leaking from the puncture wounds he’d given. “Shh, no need to cry, I just wanted a taste,” he giggles, beautiful blonde hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at his handiwork. His large hands shift, moving to your exposed cunt where he uses two fingers to spread your folds and reveal your small wet hole.

“I just knew you’d like this~!” You flinch away from the image above you, his lips stained with your blood, sharp canines on display as he grins.

He pays no mind to your repulsion, soon you’d come to like the blood as he did, he just needed to show you why it all felt so good.

“Y/N, sorry, I’ll prepare you much better next time, but I want to see you bleed a little more me, yeah? You’ll be a good girl won’t you?” Douma ignores the shake of your head, the clear useless struggle you attempt against your bindings. Instead, he loosens his belt and allows his pants to drop past his upper thighs, releasing his hardened cock.

“I promise it’ll feel good after a bit, just be patient.” He assures, voice so calm and patient compared to your panic and trembling body. “Your pussy is so cute Y/N, tiny like you, it might hurt a bit.” You imagine it’s going to hurt more than a bit as he lines himself up with your quivering unprepared entrance. The thick blunt head pressed and kissing you, pre-cum leaking freely from his tip, the only lubricant he’s offering as he presses forward.

You jerk, unable to voice the pressure overwhelming you as he takes you, mind going hazy with the burn and sensations forced upon you.

“Oh my, hng,” his head goes back, muscles tensing and flexing as he moans. “This hole is pretty naughty too, hm?” He gasps, voice strained for the first time all evening, “You’re so tight, it’s like you're sucking me in.”

He laughs when he realizes you’re nearly passed out, sweet features languid and drool soaking through the gag as you whine deep in your throat. He doesn’t stop, thick cock spearing you open as he rocks and slicks himself up with your arousal and blood from his initial cruel entrance.

“My cute little follower, it’s almost like you’re worshiping my cock now right? Isn’t it a dream come true for you?” He’s gleeful as he begins dragging along inside of your walls, rocking you with how heavy each thrust is. He delights in your struggle to resist, but it’s clear you’re falling quickly to the feeling of fullness and pleasure as your passage becomes wetter with each slap of his pelvis against you.

“Good girl, you don’t need to do a thing, just feel good for me.” You don’t have a choice as he fucks you sensesless, eyes rolling back as you cum around him with a silent shout. His hips don’t stop, only his moans and nails digging into your hips increase while he works himself deep and hard into you, savoring the scent of iron in the air while blood smears on his lower half and cock.

“Ah, you came right? How cute,” he coos, loving your cock drunk appearance juxtaposed to your earlier fear and revulsion of him. “You’re pathetic, you know that right? Do you still want me to stop?” He chuckles, hand reaching up and untying the gag, pulling the dripping wad of fabric out of your mouth. “Answer me quickly, do you still want me to stop?” He asks, voice deepening as he rams the head of his cock against an area that has you wailing.

“L-Lord Do-Douma please—!” He twists one of your nipples harshly, loving the pretty arch your back makes as you clench and spasm around him again.

“That’s not an answer~” he coos, your pretty eyes unfocused as you drool and babble after your orgasm.

“Don’t—! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Please!” You’re quick to lose yourself, pleasure consuming you as he rocks you on his cock and thumbs your clit with a smug grin.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles, glad he doesn’t have to kill you earlier than he’d planned.

You are his favorite after all.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

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miquella-everywhere · 2 months

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Godwyn the Golden and the Cursed Empyrean Twins

So starting off, Godwyn the Golden is simultaneously one of the most important and enigmatic figure in Elden Ring Lore. What we do know is that he a charismatic and powerful Demigod, having lead the War of the Ancient Dragons to victory while also befriending is enemies, but at his end becoming a Martyr during the Night of the Black Knives and subsequently the Prince of Death, which has caused, so many problems throughout the Lands Between.

But I am here to analyze the relationship between Godwyn, Miquella and Malenia, and how much of Godwyns influence made the twins into in the people that they are currently.

Godwyn lorewise is a pretty fantastic dude. He was a valiant warrior, he befriends one of his greatest enemies and their friendship was so string said enemy turned friend, loved him so much he went inside of Godwyn to fight literal Death, and more importantly, he is clearly a revered and beloved figure between the Empyrean Twins, Miquella and Malenia.

Godwyn was close with the twins and the statue of him in the Haligtree Promenade has the Golden Demigod depicted as a protector and possible nurturer of the Twins, so he cared for them a great deal and Miquella and Malenia loved and adored Godwyn in turn.

In Leyndell there's a house in the far corner of the city that has several Miquella's Lily's growing in the front implying that Miquella lived there along with Malenia in their youth, and the fact that it's segregated from the rest of the city, and that you have to go by the apothecary building to get to it, it was likely that the rest of the populace was afraid of the Twins, but more specifically Malenias Rot.

But there was probably one person who wasn't afraid. That was Godwyn. And it wouldn't surprise me if Godwyn was Miquella and Malenia's primary caretaker in the beginning of their lives.

So when I think about it, Godwyn was probably there for them at the very beginning, he empathized with their afflictions and how their curses practically stunted and crippled their lives.

But I also believe that Godwyn was an encouraging figure and gave hope to the Twins. Godwyn was a fierce warrior in his own right and Malenia, who grew up to be just the same, was likely given instruction in the art of battle from Godwyn in her younger years, and he was likely her main tutor before she set off on her own journey in her adolescence and met her Blind Master.

The one thing that I love about this statue is the fact that it is Malenia who is embracing Godwyn, with her remaining arm wrapped tightly around her older brothers chest

Godwyn and Miquellas relationship is an interesting one to look closer at because the one thing that we know about Godwyn is that he was likely very kind due to his relationship with Fortissax, and Miquella too is kind, as he is well known for his acceptance of those rejected by the Golden Order. So if anything, it is a strong indicator that Godwyns kindness heavily influenced Miquella.

Not mention the fact that, at this point, Godwyn is the oldest of all the Demigods, the years that he has behind him and the wisdom/historical knowledge he has about the world would have been immense. And Miquella who is very curious by nature, had Godwyn there to answer the many questions Miquella had about the world. Miquella without a doubt looked up to Godwyns heroic demeanor and worldly knowledge with absolute awe.

Godwyn: *talking about how fast he can go on fortissax before the sheer wind force yeets him off*

Miquella: :D✨

And now, whatever the truth is behind the Night of the Black Knives, it very clearly was a tragedy that weighed heavily on the Twins as Miquella went on to create Golden Epitaph in commemoration of Godwyns death.

A golden sword imbued with the humble prayer of a young boy: "O brother, Lord Brother, please die a true death."

Golden Epitaphs description explains to us that Miquella wishes for Godwyn to be free from the horrific curse that has been placed upon his flesh, and the commemorative sword wasn't the only thing that Miquella has done for Godwyn after his death.

The Wandering Mausoleums are a bit of a mystery, but the more you read into them it becomes very apparent that they are in some way connected to Godwyn and Miquella devising a way to either free Godwyn from his state of Undeath, or to somehow restore his soul to his body. And this ritual involves the Eclipse

So we can easily deduce that one of Miquellas primary goals is to save Godwyn from the terrible fate that has been handed to him either by restoring his soul to his body or by granting him a true death. And with the new trailer shedding more light on the DLC, I am almost certain that Godwyn will have a pivotal role and more information will be revealed surrounding him.

But what can be said for certain is that Miquellas motives are driven by the love that he has for his older brother.

And now we can only wait.

#míquella ABSOLUTELY wept the night godwÿn was killed #mal would have wept if she could but her emtions were just as tumultuous 😭#elden ring #miquella the unalloyed #godwyn the golden #malenia blade of miquella #elden ring theory #uri posts

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wenclairfamily · 3 months

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The History of the Wenclair Family

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked… but they did… and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and children. This is the story of how their romance happened, and their family came to be...

Originally upon first meeting Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams found herself barely able to stand her room mate. However over time, the two developed an unprecedented bond. Enid found herself highly respecting Wednesday, while Wednesday found her soul slowly becoming soft only for Enid. A short time before turning 18, Wednesday allowed herself to begin experimenting in intimacy with Enid, and an unbroken bond between the two girls' souls was born.

As Wednesday began to discretely experiment in intimacy with Enid far longer than she had first anticipated, Wednesday eventually had to come to grips with her long term plans for where her and Enid's relationship would go. But upon wondering who she wished to be buried alongside one day, Wednesday realized there was only one person she wanted for that to be. So one night while surrounded by stuffed animals with heads cut off that were soaking in fake blood, Wednesday asked Enid to marry her... and Enid immediately accepted.

Around the time of their wedding, Wednesday used a rare plant extract from her mothers' garden that could allow a woman to become pregnant with the DNA of another woman (but very intimate intercourse still had to occur to enable the process). Despite Enid being shocked at first that she unintentionally knocked up Wednesday, the two women agreed to improve their communication going forward; and in early December, on Friday the 13th - the two welcomed their twin children into the world: Harmony Addams, and Ana "Anarchy" Addams.

Once their two children were born, Wednesday and Enid found work in the fashion industry; with Wednesday creating dark gothic creepy creations for one demographic of customers, and Enid making all the lighter stuff for the rest. Together the two raised their children in a gothic mansion (with Wednesday allowing Enid to plant bright plants in the backyard). Every day after school, and on the weekends: Wednesday would train Harmony and Ana in combat survival exercises, while Enid would teach her girls all the latest dance moves.

Upon reaching their teenage years, Harmony and Ana became strong young women. Harmony wound up learning she had gained both Enid's werewolf genes, and Wednesday's psychic abilities. Ana, while gaining no special abilities of her own, had still inherited all of Wednesday's intelligence and combat skills (while still having Enid's pleasant personality). Unfortunately, after the two girls accidentally caused a zombie frog outbreak at their school: Harmony and Ana were kicked out... only for their mothers to enroll them at Nevermore Academy.

During her first semester at Nevermore, Harmony found herself growing closer (in a romantic sense) to her childhood best friend: Megan, one of the first normies to attend Nevermore. Despite the two always being very close, Harmony had doubts if the two should take their relationship to the next level; due to them being so young, and due to conflicting visions of the future she was having when it came to her life with Megan. However, the two eventually consummated their relationship on one very romantic evening, and eventually the two agreed to get married once they both turned 18.

Ana meanwhile eventually found her own special individual to love... a kitten. After rescuing it from the woods where it was all alone, Ana named the stray cat: Stormageddon the Conqueror, and together the two started a freelance bounty hunting service together. On top of that, Ana and her cat have achieved a seat on the city council, beaten up vampires, defeated mutant clones, stopped an army of rogue sirens, and fixed the space/time continuum. Almost nobody understands how, but Ana and her cat have become an incredibly formidable duo.

Upon two Nevermore teachers attempting to kill Harmony and Ana (after the attackers revealed themselves to be the children of Laurel Gates), two staff positions at the school opened up. Wanting to be close to their daughters (and wanting to return to the place they met): Wednesday and Enid became teachers at Nevermore Academy, and even moved into the school (making their old dorm room their new home). Enid took over the art department, while Wednesday took over the school's self-defense courses, and school security. And now the story of Wednesday and Enid's family continues at the same place it began...

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ediyoonoh · 1 year

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I Got a Really Big Problem

GreenSchoolBf!Mark Lee x GreenSchoolGf!reader;1.9k words; taglish fic

GENRE: established relationship, smut

WARNING: this fic contains smut (pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, a hint of degrading kink (?), and jealousy sex(?)) and the use of foul language

SUMMARY: Mark has a problem when you tried to make him jealous

A/N: Hi to the anon who requested this! Sorry antagal na nasa drafts ko lang to 🥺 inisip ko pa kasi kung sa’n sa greenschool pwede gawin yung (lam mo na) AHAHAHAH jk. This fic may contain typo and grammatical errors. Anw, I hope you enjoy reading and lemme know your thoughts!

DISCLAIMER: all names, characters, and settings in this work are fictious. Any resemblance are entirely coincidental.

MINORS DNI!!

MASTERLIST

“Sa’n ka right now, Love?” ‘Yan ang chat sa’yo ng boyfriend mong si Mark thirty minutes ago. Malamang ginawa niya ‘to bago sila mag-training sa Razon.

You’re boyfriend is a basketball athlete representing your university. In fact, kilala siya sa campus niyo for his skills, and of course, for his good looks.

Tumungo ka na sa 9th floor ng Razon upang panoorin ang nobyo mo mag-laro, tutal tapos na rin naman ang mga klase mo ngayong araw. Nag-reply ka din sa message niya but you didn't manage to receive a reply back.

“Please hold the elevator!” Narinig mong sigaw ng isang lalaki habang tumatakbo. Nagulat ka naman na kaibigan mo pala ‘to.

“Uy Haechan ikaw pala ‘yan” nginitian mo siya nang makapasok na siya sa elevator.

“Tagal na kitang ‘di nakikita ah, ‘san punta mo?” Tanong ng morenong lalaki sa’yo.

“Mark messaged me a while ago looking for me so I decided to watch him train since I don’t really have anything to do as of now“ you answered.

“Oh that’s great! Because I’m headed there as well to wait for Chenle to finish training. Let’s just go together then.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Hindi nakuha ni Mark ang bola na pinasa sa kaniya ng teammate niya dahil nakita ka niyang naglalakad papunta sa bleachers. Kasama si Haechan.

Lalo pang na distract ang lalaki nang napansin niya na suot mo ang paborito niyang skirt.

“Sama ng tingin ng jowa mo sakin ah” pang-asar ni Haechan sa’yo. Umamin kasi sa’yo dati si Haechan kaya hindi mapigilan ni Mark na mag-selos tuwing magkasama kayong dalawa.

Pinag-usapan niyo naman ng mag-nobyo na ‘di mo sinagot si Haechan dahil hanggang kaibigan lamang ang tingin mo sa kaniya. You also never get tired reassuring Mark that you love him with all of your heart and that he is and always be your man .

Unfortunately, there are still times na kung saan mas pinapairal ni Mark ang emosyon niya.

“Makita ba naman tayo magkasama ng wala sa oras, you think he’ll be happy?” Sagot mo habang tumabi ka ng upo kay Haechan.

Napansin mo na biglang nag-iba ang timpla ng mood ni Mark. Halata sa kilos niya na mas lalo siyang naging agresibo sa paglalaro at nakasimangot na rin ang mukha niya.

‘Di mo rin mapigilang mag-alala sa boyfriend mo dahil ayaw mo na nag-aaway kayo tungkol kay Haechan, na tropa din naman niya.

“Musta pala sex life nyo ni Mark” nasamid ka sa sinabi ng kaibigan mo sa’yo. How can he ask that in public?

Hinampas mo ng malakas si Haechan sa kaniyang braso, “Tangina ka ang lakas ng boses mo. What if may makarinig sa’yo?”

Nginitian ka lamang ng kaibigan mo pabalik at nang nakita mo ang ekspresyon nito, ah may binabalak na naman ‘tong di maganda.

“Ano na naman ‘yang iniisip mo?” kilala mo na rin kasi si Haechan for him being mischievous and his ideas often lead to disaster.

“Ay alam mo kung anuman ‘yang iniisip mo—” you said to turn him down.

“Let’s make him jealous” Gago talaga.

Lilipat ka na sana ng pwesto upang layuan ang kaibigan mo pero pinigilan ka agad nito, “Wait! Just hear me out, okay? Please?”

Hindi mo naman mapigilan dahil na curious ka na rin sa naisip nito kaya inantay mo na lamang siya sabihin kung ano ang binabalak niya.

“I asked you that question because I had this idea to make him jealous so that you can have this mind blowing sex!” He officially lost his mind.

Tinaasan mo ng kilay si Haechan. “Bakit mo naman naisip ‘yan? You know I don’t want him to get jealous because I don’t want our relationship and your friendship to turn into shit, right?”

“Yeah I understand that part but imagine the sex you’ll have when his driven by jealousy. Mark told me na di kayo masyadong nagkikita because his busy training, so what if mamaya o kapag nagkita na kayo, get him to fuck you to let his jealousy out. I see it as a win-win!” pangungumbinsi sa’yo ng kaibigan mo.

You hate to admit it but you find it hot when Mark is jealous or mad. You also wished for him to be rougher on you when it comes to bed because that really turns you on.

After much thinking, you decided to test Haechan’s theory out. “Okay fine, but it’s on you when things didn’t go as plan.”

“Trust me this will work out! But fine, consequences will be on me if this comes to shit,” pag-reassure sa’yo ng kaibigan mo at inayos ka ng upo sa tabi niya.

Ang hindi mo alam, hindi niyo na kailangan pag-selosin si Mark dahil nakita palang niya kayo nag-uusap mula sa malayo and his blood is already boiling.

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Natigil ang pag-uusap niyo ni Haechan noong narinig mong pumito ang coach nila Mark, senyales na break time na ng mga players.

“Papunta na jowa mo dito” bulong sa’yo ni Haechan. Nakatalikod ka kasi sa court kaya ‘di mo napansin na pa-akyat na pala sa pwesto niyo ang nobyo mo.

“Tangina galit ba? Kanina ka pa dikit ng dikit sakin Haechan, for sure inis na inis na ‘yun” pag-aalala mo.

Haechan only smirked at you and noticed his eyes looked at someone. “Uy ‘sup bro?” pagbati ng kaibigan mo sa jowa mo.

Hindi binalik ni Mark ang bati ng tropa niya at tinapik ka nito. “Love?” tawag sa’yo ng lalaki.

“Hi love!” you cautiously smiled at him. Natatakot ka ngayon sa boyfriend mo dahil napaka-cold ng ekpresyon nito pero that shit turns you on.

“I need to talk to you,” Mark simply said before grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Haechan. Nanlaki lamang ang mga mata mo habang sinusubukan hindi matapilok habang pababa ng bleachers.

Tiningnan mo si Haechan habang hinahatak ka ni Mark. Ang tanging nakita mo lamang sa moreno ay ang kaniyang kindat at ang mahinang pagsabi ng “Good luck”.

Dinala ka ni Mark sa ilalim ng bleachers at pinasandal ka sa isa sa mga lockers na nakalagay rito. “What the fuck was that?” tanong sa’yo ng lalaki.

Hindi mo alam ang sagot mo kaya pinili mo na lamang na manahimik.

“You were doing that on purpose, right?” dagdag niya habang humahakbang palapit sa’yo. With the way he’s looking straight into your eyes, you can’t help but to feel small in front of him.

“Answer me love,” he whispered once he’s too close that you can feel his breathe. “I know what game you were playing, love. Intentionally making me jealous while sitting pretty over there wearing my favorite skirt,” he said as he plays with the hem of your skirt.

“Mark…please,” you begged. You weren’t sure what you were begging for but the wetness you feel between your thighs is starting to bother you.

You gasped when Mark suddenly cupped your clothed pussy, feeling all the wetness you were trying to hide. “Aww, is my princess already wet when I didn’t do anything yet?” he mocked at you.

You helplessly nodded at him while holding his wrist. “Please love, do something.” naiiyak mong sambit sa kaniya.

“Hmm…my princess is being naughty today isn’t she? I feel like I need to remind you who can only make you feel good,” he started to push aside your panties and played with your wetness. “But coach only gave us 20-minute break.”

‘Di mo na rin mapigilan masarapan ng pinasok ng lalaki ang dalawang daliri sa loob ng ari mo. “Do you think you can cum for me before I need to head back?” tanong sa’yo ng lalaki sa tenga mo.

“Y-yes Mark, please make me cum” you moaned.

Napapalakas na ang mga ungol mo kaya tinakpan ng nobyo mo ang bibig mo gamit ang kaniyang kabilang kamay. “Gusto mo bang may makahuli sa’tin dito, love? I bet you like that because you’re a freak, huh?” sabi niya habang binilisan ang pag-finger sa’yo.

“Fuck don’t stop Mark” ungol mo sa kamay niya. Nakatulong naman ang kamay na nasa bibig mo upang walang makarinig sa mga ungol mo pero mukhang mahuhuli naman kayo dahil rinig na rinig ang pag-aabuso ng nakakatanda sa puke mo.

Maya-maya, naramadaman mo ng linabasan ka na at ang mga tuhod mo ay nanghina. Hindi ka pa nakaka-recover at nagulat ka nang pinatalikod ka ni Mark and removed your soiled panties. “Tangina ka love, tinitigasan ako sa’yo.”

He lowered his shorts and boxers, just enough to make his hard cock spring free. Naramdaman mo rin na tumusok ito sa iyong pwetan kaya you wiggled your ass as invitation which made him slightly spank on it.

“Fucking slut, so eager to get fucked.” he groaned when he effortlessly inserted his cock to your entrance.

Mark didn’t wait for you to get used to his huge size at sinimulan ka ng kantutin ng malakas. Napahawak ka na rin sa locker sa lakas ng bawat bayo niya.

“Sa lahat ng tao na pwede mo kong pagselosin, kay Haechan pa talaga,” napakagat labi ka na lang nang lalo pa itong nanggigil noong naalala niya ang mga nakita niya kanina.

Naging walang silbi rin ang pagpigil mo sa mga ungol mo nang hinila ng lalaki ang buhok mo kaya napilitan kang itingala ang ulo mo. When Mark saw your face filled with pleasure, he swears to God, he almost came right then and there.

His thrusts never faltered for the next few minutes and his gripped on your hip became tighter. Nakakaramdam ka na ng ngalay pero handa kang tiisin to, lalo na at alam mong lalabasan ka na muli.

Binitawan na ng lalaki ang buhok mo at piniling lamasin ang suso mo. You also started to meet his thrusts halfway kasi alam mong may maghahanap na kay Mark sa ilang sandali.

“Fuck princess, you feel so tight” he groaned.

Nararamdaman na ni Mark na malapit na siyang labasan kaya pinaglaruan na niya ang clit mo upang labasan ka na rin. “Shit Mark, you feel so good,” mahina mong sabi sa kaniya.

Later on, you felt Mark spill his seed inside you and bit your shoulder to refrain himself from being too loud. It didn’t take long for you to hit your climax as well, especially when he didn’t stop playing with your clit.

Pagkatapos niyong magpahinga ng sandali, dahan-dahan ng tinanggal ni Mark ang kaniyang tite sa puke mo at kumuha ng malinis na twalya upang gamitin pampunas ng kaniyang tamod sa hita mo.

Alam mong tapos na ang breaktime ng nobyo mo kaya binilisan mo ang pag-ayos sa sarili mo. Noong sigurado na kayong maayos na lahat, you carefully went out of your spot, ngunit bago siya bumalik sa court, bumulong muna siya sa’yo.

“Akala mo tapos na tayo? Mamaya ka sakin pag-uwi natin, love”

[FIN.]

ediyoonoh '23

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im a skinny nerd who was also a wimp and super shy. one afternoon i was walking across the college campus when a pair of big burly hands grabbed me , punched me in the gut.When i came to ,i was tied up in a chair in the male locker room with my mouth coved with duct tape , and was surrounded by the hairiest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys on campus : The college football team. the football team was wearing gray tank tops with a crimson design & crimson basketball shorts . They told me that each fall they capture a college freshman nerd take him to the locker room & the jocks take that geek & they make that geek into one of their own. that this year i was that nerd & that soon i will no longer a nerd& that i was going to become a jock . first they untied me from that chair & they move me to a bench & they tied my legs to a bar below the bench and my hands two the pegs above. then they started cutting up & taking off my red star trek t-shirt & my jeans & and threw away mine "geeky" white briefs, then made me on a jock strap and Striped Red boxers. They were so uncomfortable! i saw a gym bag in a corner with other pairs of boxers& jockstraps& clothes such as gym shorts, tank top, sweats, and a table right in front of me on that table was a football uniform, The helmet, cleats, jersey, and gear .they shoe me the jersey with my last name. i watch as they start to put me in my football uniformed which cause to change me from a nerd into a jock .first the jocks put jock deodorant which change my hair less nerdy armpits into hairy jock armpits .i have hairy armpits now the jock said Relax "Hairy pits are perfectly normal on a football jock, like you are going to be. How else did you think your going to stink like a football player after a big game with your hairless, girly armpits!". With a grimace on my face; i didn't want to stink like a jock! They reeked, and i never had to worry about body odor before, at all!.next they put shaving cream on my face which cause my face to grow a brown beard .i was furious i was being pinned down by the football jocks while my face sprouted a thick beard, as the shaving cream did its job. i had my arms pinned above me , exposing my freshly grown armpit bushes. "Well hairy pits and a scruffy face are only the first of many steps!" the team caption announced, while playfully tugging on my new clump of pit hair. "But for the rest of the changes, we need something to kick start the process; some jock sweat!". they cover me in jock sweat the jocks very strong and pungent body odor they absolutely reeked .i realized with a strong feeling of embarrassment, that my new thick tufts of armpit hair produced the same body odor as them now. .They put in a huge green mouthguard which change my high nerdy voice to a deep jock voice. The huge green mouthguard was already wet with spittle. i wasn't ready for it, having never worn one before. With each gag and as i swallowed the spit, he started to feel a lump start to grow in my strained neck as the start of an Adam's apple began to protrude and swell up, ending the boyish arc of my throat. "Mmmf" i said as i struggled, trying to twist out of grip without luck. i stopped fighting and the jocks just let me sit there clenching his teeth and getting used to the feel of the device collecting spit in his mouth. Finally they let me take it my voice lurched upward, cracked, and then suddenly dropped almost two octaves . "WHOA" i said grabbing my throat, the whoa coming out even a bit lower if possible. "NO GUYS. HOW AM I GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK LIKE... THIS?" Sounds good on ya, bro the jocks said .next they a put bright orange protective cup, several sizes too big for me which caused my small nerd dick into a huge jock dick was at least 8 inches soft; i could not even begin to guess how long it was hard. .i dont want to be a jock but am I destined to be swallowed whole by the football persona my new football bros seek to impose upon me?

Bruh, stop resisting. You are already one of us. As soon as I grab you by your jockstrap, you get a hard-on. As soon as one of us grabs his own jockstrap, you get a hard-on. Accept it. You are a bro.

The next level is my favorite level. The "dressing." The sleeveless t-shirt has never been washed. And everyone on the team has worked out in it at least once. Next time you will soak it with your bro sweat. We'll slowly pull it over your head. Forget it, you can't hold your breath that long. You have to breathe in the stench of the shirt. Already at the second breath your disgust turns into lust. Your head fills with memories of how you led your friends in kindergarten and bullied the weaklings. You've been playing football since you were 10 years old. Since you were 16, the gym has been your second home. You haven't done homework in two years. Therefore you have your nerds, who are allowed to stick their face into your hairy, dump armpits from time to time. Or to wash your pickup truck. They can then claim that they are doing it for a friend. Of course, you would never even have eye contact with one of these losers in public.

The tank top fits. Your arms are bursting with muscle. Your neck is almost wider than your head. And your cheap shitty haircut has turned into an honest buzzcut cut by yourself with a long hair cutter. Okay, it's been a few days. But what are you? An effeminate model? Men don't give a shit about their hair.

Fuck, why are you lying here on the weight bench without your sweatshorts. Must have happened while fucking. You pull up your shorts and put on your size 14 training shoes over your dirty sweaty socks. In the process, you let loose a mighty protein fart. Damn, that was a good one. And it was urgent. One of the lads on defense laughs and says that no one farts like the former nerds.

Nobody calls you a former nerd. You press your broh on the weight bench. "Who's a nerd here?" you ask. He stares at you lustfully. "Me, sir!" "Good boy," you reply, snotting in his face. "Bruhs, Pete and I will be right behind you on the football field, we have some business to do here," you say. The others understand and leave. No one here doubts your alpha position.

Pictures of you are going viral now. This one I found @stargazerguy

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bringmemyrocks · 10 days

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Can you say more about the Conversion Industrial Complex? Is that referring to the method of study in which student go through the process, or is it more the really new-age non-halachic stuff like the "sound bath" or w/e?

First, it's mostly my own term. Google won't get you much. “Conversion Industrial Complex” refers to the centralized bureaucratic process that converts to Judaism have to endure in order to become Jewish. This is not an exhaustive response, nor is it a “how to” guide. I approach this issue from a practical standpoint as much as a halachic one. I used accessible language and summarized wherever possible because the more people (Jewish or gentile) who understand this, the better. Questions are always welcome. Frame of reference is anti-zionist.

Halacha (Jewish law) requires the following for conversions. Very few Jewish communities do not require the first two.

Beit din (religious court) of 3 adult Jews

NB: does not have to be composed of rabbis, although this is more and more common as conversion becomes managed more bureaucratically/centrally

Immersion in a mikvah (ritual bath--can be indoors, or many natural bodies of water work)

Circumcision for males (not always required for Reform)

Trans-related rules differ and are beyond the scope/point of this post.

Here are the general means of getting a “recognized” conversion through different movements. (Again, not exhaustive, differs community to community, focusing on the USA.)

Class cohort model: Few months of class with other students, accompanied by holiday observance for a year-ish. Students don’t automatically convert at the end and still have to finalize things separately (so it’s not like RCIA/bar mitzvah class/Alpha Course).

Individual model: You study 1:1, requiring more self-study and self-advocacy, but still go via a larger denominational body or still-bureaucratic offshoot. This option tends to take longer, although if you have a lot of money it can go very quickly.

Via the army: Israel will convert you to Judaism via the IOF, learning about Judaism-as-Zionism as part of the process. In case it’s not obvious, this is religious zionism and should not be supported. I won’t be going into this too much, but others are welcome to add.

I am assuming that option 3 is bad on its face and will spend the rest of this post explaining the issues with the first two options. TL;DR Institutions that make it easy to exploit vulnerable people need to be changed. Conversions are meant to never be questioned, but in practice that happens a lot these days. Top-down control was never required for conversion and only leads to exploitation.

Political influence: Conversions today are done or overseen by large Jewish denominations. There is no halachic basis for this; it is merely a consolidation of power. Even if your congregation is independent, your conversion will likely be done through a denomination. And every denomination has zionism as a core tenet, whether just politically (Reform) or also religiously (Conservative and Orthodox), or unspoken by heavily emphasized (Reconstructionist/most non-denom).

How is this possible? Both conversions and ordinations require a rabbi, and for decades almost every rabbinical school (including every non-orthodox one in the USA) has required students to not be anti-zionist and to spend a year in occupied Jerusalem. This is why there are so few anti-zionist rabbis in comparison to the huge numbers of anti-zionist Jews. And this makes it very hard to convert as an anti-zionist.

Note that Judaism being this centralized, with heads of denominations and countries having chief rabbis is a very new phenomenon.

Minus political influence, there would still be racist elements because institutional Judaism in the west is extremely white. For clarity I will use examples, see below:

Ethiopian Jews/Beta Israel: In addition to the racial violence/sterilization faced in Israel, Ethiopian Jews were forced to undergo orthodox conversion upon moving to Israel despite being one of the oldest Jewish communities in existence. In 2017, ultra-orthodox hechsher Badatz removed its certification from the Barkan winery because Ethiopian Jews worked there.

Ongoing treatment of US-based Black Jewish groups, such as Beth Shalom B’Nai Zaken Ethiopian Hebrew Congregation led by Black Rabbi Capers Funnye. (Read this article) This congregation is halachically Jewish, even according to orthodoxy, but they are still regularly called not Jewish because they are a majority Black congregation and use the term “Israelite.” (That term has been used by Black Jews for over a century, much longer than the Christian anti-Jewish groups that use it. There are also plenty of shady white Christian groups that use the term “Israelite” without the US Jewish community batting an eye.)

Lemba tribe in Zimbabwe: Much of this tribe has been Jewish for centuries and can trace their Judaism back many generations, at least as far as many Ashkenazi Jews of European descent. But they can’t trace their Judaism back to Europe or the SWANA region, so most Jewish institutions don’t recognize them.

Minus politics or racism, there would still be a hugely damaging power dynamic between converts and the huge institutions that control conversions. When conversion is so heavily institutionalized, even in a totally non-racist society, there would still be inexcusable power dynamics. Example below:

Barry Freundel, former head of the RCA (Orthodox Rabbinical Council of America) in charge of a huge number of conversions in the DC area, and had huge amounts of authority over all US orthodox converts because he was head of the RCA. In 2014 he was exposed for sexually exploiting dozens of female converts (NB: most converts, especially those to orthodoxy, are female).

I know several converts who faced abuse from their sponsoring rabbis, including those who converted through liberal movements, but Barry Freundel is the only example that has received publicity.

All of these oppressive systems continue to this day. There are hundreds of Barry Freundels out there. A top-down system with no systems of accountability will mimic the power dynamics around it: racism, Jewish supremacy, and interpersonal violence of all kinds.

This is why I call it “the conversion industrial complex.” And this is why I side-eye anyone who insists that someone who has been living a Jewish life for a long time but struggles to get their final paperwork signed (whether due to racism, zionism, or some combination of the two) is not Jewish in any way. This gatekeeping does not keep Jews (or “Jewish identity”) safe; it protects institutions that have no halachic or human right to exert this level of power in the first place. Again, I think it’s worth specifying that these are online interactions between strangers where someone’s halachic status genuinely does not matter.

I know that de-centralizing this system would not get rid of issues overnight. Power dynamics and exploitation can exist between rabbis and conversion students, but huge orgs like the RCA, CRC, USCJ, etc. compound the issue.

Either way, pikuach nefesh (Hebrew for preserving life--in this case, not subjecting people to racism and abuse) is more important than comfort with “doing things the way we’re used to,” aka “making converts grovel/perform Jewishness more than we ever do/do literally anything a rabbi tells them to.” Conversions were not always done this way. We can take away these power structures, and people’s conversions would be just as halachically sound without any of the trauma (which many converts I know refer to as “obligatory.”)

I could go on for thousands more words, but I kept it relatively short so it was digestible.

(This is not about any particular Tumblr fight. This is not about whatever petty drama you think it is--this is based on people’s painful, real lived experiences and it is a privilege that I’m sharing it with you at all. Please remember this before commenting. Anyone who adds Zionism to this post will be blocked.)

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My lovely apprentice.

I hope I have taught you enough for you to know you should not touch suspicious letters that you have found under your pillow with your bare hands.

But if you did, there is no telling what the magic I imbued these words with will do to you. Please, tell me if you feel any strange urges immediately. Like the urge to kiss me.

Just kidding! Actually, you won't be able to unglue your eyes from my words. I mean, literally. Try throwing this letter away from you.

You can’t, right?

it appears that your senses of caution haven’t improved under my tutelage

Anyway, I should have your undivided attention, no? Be a good apprentice and listen to my words.

Did I tell you we are invited to the Owlight Festival Ball? We are tasked with making sure there is no foul play in the main event. Therefore, I have been developing this gluing spell.

The ball takes place after dinner, once the street food stalls have closed and night has fallen. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes are hung on the canopy of trees, their gentle glow illuminating the dance floor covered in wildflowers. The air is filled with the sweet, succulent fragrance of nectar and the smell of underhand shenanigans I will explain later.

To take part in the ball, the guests must don their moths and butterflies inspired finery, and be blindfolded for part of the festivities.

Ah, picture us, fluttering and flying in an endless dance, spinning in a gentle whirlpool of color and light!!

The rules of this dance are simple and require you to match twice with your pair in order to win a prize. During the first dance, all the Moths guests, blindfolded, give their name-cards to the Butterfly guests. During the second dance, it is the opposite - the Butterflies exchange their cards with the Moths guests, while the Butterflies guests only have their hunches to guide them.

Can you imagine the joy we'll feel on finding our match, not once, but twice in a night?

It is all about trusting the connection that you feel in your heart and being perceptive enough to recognize the signs that your partner gives during the dance, even being blindfolded.

Or it is all about using the right tracking spells.

You would not believe the length some couples would go to guarantee they can find their spouses. I heard matching with random strangers does not do wonders for a couple that enters the ball together.

Alas, our job is to guarantee no one cheats! I trust you will study hard all the most used tracing and marking spells on the three worlds. For my part, I will be enchanting all the name-cards to ensure they cannot be traded again once exchanged.

Hence the glue spell you are currently experiencing. Neat, yes?

Would you be mad if we mismatched, my dear apprentice? Jealous? To me, matching with you would be the ultimate prize and the icing on the cake of an already perfect night. But if we do not match, I will still be incredibly proud and thrilled to have spent time with you. The festival and the prizes mean nothing to me compared to your happiness and our connection.

That being said, I am pretty confident in my abilities of finding you blindfolded.

You have a special aura that sets you apart from others, and I can always recognize it. I have become attuned to your essence, your thoughts, and your feelings. Your presence would feel familiar and your body would fit into mine perfectly. There is no darkness, no distance or separation that can ever be enough to separate us completely. For I know you like the back of my hand, my love, and I know what I am capable of when you are truly in my grasp.

You know, this festival has a sweet little story behind it. Do you want to hear it?

Ah, yes. You have no choice but to keep reading. Next time, don’t stain your fingertips with my magic, yes?

Once upon a time, there lived two birds- one a songbird and a night owl.

Although they lived under the same skies, they never saw each other.

The songbird sang every day and the song of her voice filled the owl’s dreams with melodies so pure and so exquisite that the owl fell in love with her. Yet, they never saw each other, for day and night are two worlds that never meet.

The owl, wanting to get to know their love better and not having any other option, offered something he thought a day-dweller would cherish the most - night moths. Every evening, the owl would carefully choose a moth to present to its love, putting it where they would find it.

The songbird, not knowing who offered her the gifts, was nonetheless touched by her admirer's love. She would catch and carefully select the loveliest butterfly she could find to present him.

Thus, these lovebirds continued to offer each other gifts, never knowing their time or fate is soon to come. And so, one day, a sudden change happened. As the songbird collected its butterflies, a shadow passed over.

It was the Owl, who had decided to offer something more special than moths. He was willing to hunt for something beautiful and unique to the day - something like a colorful bird that caught his eyes. However, what the owl did not realize was that his own lover was what he had caught.

I can only imagine the shock and the guilt at that moment. He thought this was what his love wanted, instead all it did was destroy them both.

And so the Devildon found that this cheerful little story was an excellent excuse to make a whole festival out of it. Demons, yes?

But I get why it would tickle their fancy. For them, it is a cautionary tale of the dangers of offering more than what ones receive. About keeping the equivalent exchange. In a way, the owl and the songbird had a clear pact going - butterflies for moths. The owl overstepped.

For a talented sorcerer like yourself, my apprentice, you seem to have almost a distaste for the give and take.

I am used to pacts. That our relationship is not built upon one makes me nervous sometimes. At first, I used to tally everything that you gave me, so I could make sure I would reciprocate you exactly. Nothing more, nothing less.

It is easy to put a price on magic and power. But you, my lovely apprentice, made me discover I had no way of measuring what you gave me.

I’ve only ever focused and obsessed over those complex, arcane patterns that I could break down and recreate into something new. All this time, I’ve lived life looking for something grand and grand and grand… yet to you, all it takes is small things. And it is through you I’ve realized that small things can also add up to something grand.

Your first gift to me was the gift of perception. I have come to cherish and find beauty in even the simplest things, like a cat sleeping on a cushion. The way the wind brushes my face or the stars glitter above me at night. Your kindness, empathy, and affection fill me with such joy every day you wake me up with a kiss good morning. The taste of food prepared by you or the comfort of a hot bath after a long day. I have even found joy in your constant teasing or the way you love to sleep on top of me at night.

I look at your face and I am immediately drawn to the simplest things - your lips curving into a smile or your gentle eyes full of questions. I love the way your eyebrows twitch when you're confused or how you tuck your hair back when it falls in front of your eyes. The invisible freckles on your nose that I could just about kiss. The way you curl your legs up underneath you to make yourself smaller when you are feeling unsure. The way your skin gets glazed by moonlight, your breath on my neck. The way you bloom under my tongue.

It is you, the grand thing I was looking for. You, the sum of all these simple, delightful little parts that makes for the complex being that is you.

My sweet, intelligent apprentice, I am more than happy to give you anything you want. You have helped me see and treasure a hundred small things I would have just glanced over and forgotten otherwise. There is not a single thing you could ask of me that would ever be too much.

You are worth more to me than you could fathom. I feel I don’t give you nearly enough. So tell me, what would you like in return? I know what you would say - you want for nothing.

The owl and the songbird: I don’t see their story as the demons do.

I believe the moths and butterflies were also representative of the Songbird and the Owl themselves. The moths, which belong to the dark, were the Owl. And the butterflies, which belong to the light, were the Songbird. The insects were, to them, representative of their bond and were the closest thing they had to communicate their feelings to one another. So, in the end, their tragic fate may also be seen as a representation of the owl and the songbird becoming unable to distinguish themselves from their offering. So much so that the songbird ended up on the beak of the owl.

This - this was your second gift ever for me - the understanding that love is not a magical transaction or a pact, nor should it be tied to what one party offers to the other.

You are not what you give me - and I am not what I give you.

I don’t want your magic or your power. Instead, I want to hold you in my arms and comfort you on your bad days. I want to be by your side and watch your dreams come true. I want you.

I love everything about you- your wit, your humor, and your sweet innocence. But what I love the most is your curiosity, your intellect, and your desire to learn and grow. I have met no one capable of asking so many questions and never being satisfied with the answers. You fascinate me with your unique take on everything, your ability to see beauty in everything around you, even things most people would deem ugly. You humble me.

Still, there is a gift and there is a pact I would wish for us to trade and firm.

First, a gift for my songbird.

It is something I already gave you long ago, which you continue to hold every single second we are together: my heart.

And as for the pact, I hope that as soon as you finish reading this letter, we can do the simplest exchange: my warmth, your presence.

With love, Solomon.

P.S. If you managed to get your eyes and fingers unglued from my words, that was just the first part of the spell. The real challenge is getting me unstuck from your mind. Good luck!

#obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x you #epistolary #love letters #wizard #folk lore #the night owl who ate the songbird #magic #demons #outworld letters

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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Any writing with short!Alec? I can imagine Magnus introducing Alec to his friends and they’re like ‘is this a joke? Is he invisible? Have you finally lost it?’ And Alec just steps out from behind him and completely fucks them up while Magnus watches with adoration.

i really love show malec and so i headcanon them as that and don't have any plans to write alec smaller though i would considering and have writen magnus bigger due to his warlock mark?

i wrote alec super tall for a prompt for @saeths and i also wrote a giant megladon!magnus mer for them but i like keeping malec at least as tall as how they come across.

i know that in the books alec is shorter than magnus but personally, i just adore that alec is a bit taller and scowly and softens and submits so beautifully to magnus. all of that power and strength and training and he just melts for magnus and my brain goes a;ksjbaksdbjf;abf.

this is an absolutely fine ask btw! i appreciate asks like this because it helps me explain stuff and i'm also willing to work around stuff to try and incorporate things.

this is smol!dragon!alec because i just got some good news (a meeting cancelled which means i dont have to leave the house or see none-house people today! - i am an anxious introvert and @saeths is a non-anxious extrovert so i love cancelations! and they like that i am around for cuddles) dragon style. part of the 'taste of his magic' verse as a treat?

<3 lumine

"I thought you said you had something impressive to show us?" Ragnor mocks as he steps in and plops in his chair, he stares over at where Alexander is pretending to nap and rolls his eyes.

Magnus stares at Ragnor and wonders just what is going on.

Alexander is curled up the size of a housecat on the windowseat and Magnus knows that he looks small, but he's still a dragon.

"Are you experimenting with reptiles again?" Ragnor asks, absently summoning himself a cuppa, "I thought you gave that up when you lost Baby to Camille?"

Magnus can feel the glow of jealous, accusatory eyes on his back and he blinks rapidly at Ragnor and wonders if he can get away with just summoning a scone into the other warlocks mouth. Anything to get him to stop talking.

"Ba-" he starts and there is a subtle hiss that only he seems to hear and he clears his throat. "The snake was merely an accessory, Ragnor. A security feature, hardly anything more than a sometimes useful pet." Magnus leaves out how cute the snake was, he doesn't think it would go well for him.

That seems to placate Alexander but Ragnor is sending him a confused, dubious look.

"Well then, what's with the lizard on your windowseat, hmm?"

"He's not a lizard." Magnus bites through gritted teeth because he can feel the force of Alexander's stare growing colder. "Ragnor, when was the last time you slept?"

"Oh a few days ago or so. Research and all that, you know how that is." Ragnor does look a bit peckish and the hollows under his eyes are a dark green rather than the normal shade.

"Ragnor-" Magnus starts and then he sees movement and he shifts, lunging forward to grab Alexander's nape with his maw. He instinctively growls and shakes and to his delighted surprise, Alexander goes limp.

Alec glares at the tired old warlock who interrupted his nap and then sighs, content as Magnus holds him close.

It's exactly as he planned and he smirks, smug from his position of being held and rocked by Magnus' mouth.

Alec smirks and, with a flick of his tongue, freezes the old warlock's tea.

The man splutters and gives them both an accusatory stare before his skin pales to a soft, sage green with fear as their eyes meet.

"Ducky, please tell me you don't have a dragon in your mouth."

Alec smirks and gives the lightest of trills and the warlock shivers, hands up in surrender.

Magnus chuffs around where he's holding him and Alec rolls his eyes, finally taking the force of his gaze away.

It's hardly his fault if even as the size of say, a lizard, Alec is too powerful for warlocks to gaze upon without fear.

... well, all warlocks except for Magnus of course.

#lumine answers asks #lumine talks to ppl #the taste of his magic #lumine writes

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megid0nt · 5 months

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My New Keyboard: The Toshiba 67-Key Modular POS LCD keyboard

here's my new keyboard: the Toshiba 67-Key Modular POS keyboard!

I spent this weekend setting up a layout for it using the Toshiba Modular Device Utility v1.0.36 from Sharktastica's site, and designing a set of legends for it to print on my Epson TM-U675 Multifunctional POS printer!

Some interesting (for me) things to consider regarding the designs of these legends:

I knew I'd be printing these on my epson TM-U675 using the roll paper, so while I got to leverage my extant libraries for interacting with my printer for pixel-perfect print control, I also was limited to 225 pixels per line*!

Since we only have 225 pixels for 3.25" of print area, all of the single height keys are 29px tall, whereas double height are 81px. As for width, the squares are 29px wide and all others are 49px wide.

Because of the ink ribbon cartridge I have, they're fuckin Ourple

* Technically the TM-U675 lets you print in double width mode for up to 450 pixels per line, however it only has a double density mode for width and I did not want to design these with non 1:1 pixel aspect ratios. Maybe next time!

I've actually had this keyboard for a month or so now - I bought myself a clamp to mount this on my desk to use with my main desktop as a macro pad, but found it was too big for the clamp! As a result, it's kinda been floating around my room waiting for me to find a use for it. As luck would have it, I'm trying to learn how to draw and was starting to have frustrations with not having a keyboard under my hands but also not wanting too much between me and my drawing - an ample opportunity for a project!

However, try as I might, I cannot get much control over the LCD: it just says OK! I feel that with the Toshiba UPOS drivers I could do so much more, and could even use the GNU Image Manipulation Program's scripting interface to write status messages for the editor to it, but alas - Toshiba limits access to those resources to those with an Enterprise ID, which I do not have. Locked out of paradise.

Anyway, never give up - enjoy playing with all the weird technology you ever find forever and sometimes you might even find a single practical use for them 😌

#keyboard #toshiba #GNU Image Manipulation Program

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scrunkalicious · 1 month

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I JUST. I JUST REWATCHED ARCANE EPISODEZ 3 & 4 W MY BROTHER AND WHAT THE HEEELLLL ATRGARHJAJAAER HEEELPPP SILLY GANG HEELPP WHAT THE FOEUICIOCK

VITKOR VIKTO ROZVIKTOR HE HAD SO MANY CUTE LINEZ IN EPISODIE 3 THAT I KINDA FORGOR HAPPENED AND WHEN I HEARD HIM SPEAK I STAWERED TWEAAKINNNGG HEELPPPEKJEKJLAEGYT&YUTUO

WHEN HE HWHEN HHEE ARHGRGHGHHG

EPISODE 3 STUFF:

"Do you think it was my life's ambition to be an assistant? Scientists seek discoveries, ways to make the world a better place!" WHAT THE FREAAAKKKK HEZ SO PASSIONATE ABT HIS WORK WHAT THE FLIPPPPP I LOVE HIIIMMMMMM HEZ SO WANTING TO HELP PPL WITH HIS WORK OH MY BOG IM DYING

HIS LITTLE "EH"Z WHENEVER HE APEAKZ WHAT THE HEELLL HEZ SO CUTE WHTA THE FLIPPPKOGIYGIY& GOOOOODDAMNITG "Eh...on paper," HEEELPPP THE TEHASHDKJHARHJKAR

"No, we need more than promises. We need proof!" YES YOU TELL HIM (him being btw jayce ew) BABE ARHHJRGGH A MAN OF HIS WORK HELL YEAH!!!!!!

GOOODDD WHEN HEZ XHELPING JAYCE SNEEK INTO THE ACADEMY TO GET THEWUIR WORK BACK AND YOU CAN HEAR HIS CANE ON THE FLOOR TEEHEE ARGHJJGHAGA HEZ SO CUTE

HIS FREAKIN EXPRESSIONZ ARGRGHH MUY WAWAAAA,,,

THE WAY HE USED HIS CANE TO JAM THE DOOR SO PPL CANTR MESS UPO THEIR WORK???? GOODODOGIGDBKJADADBNNBAD

TF THEWY SO GOOFY FOR IM SOBBIBG "They're almost through [the door], no pressure!" "THAT SOUNDS LIKE PRESSURE!!!!!" daawwwg shut up jayce

why was jayce like,,, manifesting when stabilising the hextech stuff what the hell imi cryuibg

NOOOO VIKZ OG CANE BREAKZ WHEN THE DOOR IS SLAMMED OPEN I ARHRJGGHJ D:<

"I'm not sure how to do that, sir," IN RESPONSE TO WHEN THE LORAX (HEIMERDIGER) TELLZ EM TO STOP HOVERFINF IN THE AIR BC HEXTECH MAGIC I AHRJHADKJADKJGTU HYEZ SO CUUTE

why was jayce so dramatic in that ep bro was tweakibg so bad,,, AND THE PART WHERE MEL DISTRACCZ THE GAURD SO VIK & JAYC CAN WORK??? WHY WAS IT BUIOLT LIKE A JUMPSCARE W CAMERA SHAKE N EVERYTHING HELP

EPISODE FOUUURRRR

ARGHGHHGHG VIK USIN THE POWER TOOL TO SCREW IN SMTH AGHRJGJJGJH SAVE MEEE

BUUUHH HIM TELLING HEIMER ABT HEXTECH AND BEING SO SMILEY N HAPPY ABT IT YAAAYYYYY,,,,,,

HIM SHOWING OFF THE HEXCLAW (is. is that machine herald'z third arm.) AND USING TGHE LAZER TO DRAW HEIMER??? HE CAN DRAW?????????? W LAZER IMPRESSIVZW.....

"Imagine what our artificers could do with such a device!" ARTIFICERZ?? SKILLED & ARTISTIC WORKWERZ (i googled what an artificier is) MARLY MENNTIOONNN HEZ TALKING ABT HIS WIIIIFEEEEE (me) WOOOOWWWWW GUYZ CANON REAL MARLY MENTION

AWWWW HIM NOT WANTING to GO ONSTAGE AND GIVE THE SPEEC?? BUH....

ALSO??? EP 4 IS THE FIRST TIME WE HEAR/SEE VIK COUGHING WHICH IS A DIRECT SIGN OF HIS SICKNESS GETTING WORSE INM GONNA EXPLODE

BRO. BRO EHWN. WHEN. WHEN JAYCE SIPPED FROM HIS CUP AND SET IT DOWN SO THAT IT COVERED VIKTOR?? AND HIS CUP ONLY HAS HIM ON IT WHEN VIK ALSO DID WORK??? BOOO BOOOOOOOO EW EW THROWZ TOMAOTOOOOOO

WHAT THE FLIPPPPP WHEN JAYCE & VIK ARE LSTEIGZ TO THE COUNCIL TALK ABT HOW TO HANDLE THE UDERCITY AND THEYRE SHIT TALKING THE UNDERCITY AND VIK JUST HAS TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN??? WHEN HEZ FROM THERE???? EVERYONE IN THE COUNCUIL STFU ILL BEAT YO ASSEZ RN

AND THEM BEING ALL LIKE "We need a good scientist who worked on Hextech to join us on The Council" AND THEY PICK JAYFE??? WHEN. WHEN VIKGTOR IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE???? AWWW HEEELLL NAHHHHH. MEL MEL MEL AS MUYCH ARE YOU ARE PRETTY AND ILY. GIRL,,,,,,, YIU WERE SO NUH UH,,, YOU GOIUN "Only Mr. Talis has the knowledge nessecary to secure the HexGates," HIM ONLY?????? ONLY HIM??? MEL MEL MEL GIIRL U ON MY LAST NERVEZ!!!!! !IM GONNE GET YOU WHAT THE FLIIPP ALSO WHY IS JAYCE SO FLAMBOYANT

BUT THAT EP SHOWED ONE OF MY FAVE VIK FRAMEZ SO YAAY

AAARRGHHHH I KLOVE VIKTOR SO MUCH,,, RUNNING UP TO HIM AND KISSING HIM BREATHLESS RN,,,,,

#guyz marly is actually canon in arcane she just has a short mention <3 #viktor managed to sneak a mention to heimerdinger #just so he can talk abt his girl #<3 #scrunkalicious #scrunkalicious?? more like yappalicious #💜martor💜#sorry i yapped

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