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୨୧ 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 ୨୧ 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 — 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 🍃📚 𝟭. 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀. 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 + 𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻-𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝟮. 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿/𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲. 𝟯. 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝘀/𝗺𝗮𝗽𝘀/𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 (𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁). 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁. 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻-𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝟰. 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝟱. 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼𝘀, 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗰. 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝟲. 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆. 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴; 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 (𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿/𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿), 𝗲𝘁𝗰. 𝟳. 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝟴. 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 (𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲/𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻). 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 . 𝟵. 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀/𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮. 𝟭𝟬. 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲-𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱/𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸.

Why write such about comfort characters? as a way to express creativity a coping mechanism enjoy the friendship bonding side of it enjoy seeing characters being comforted and cared for after enjoy characters dealing with hard things it makes good story character development @ALYJACI

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sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴘs, uʍop ǝpısdn, ⓑⓤⓑⓑⓛⓔ, ᙡᗩᐯᎩ, u̲n̲d̲e̲r̲l̲i̲n̲e̲d̲, c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ , ґц$їfу, ｗｉｄｅ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕOOᒪ.

Trump was in hiss office in white house when biden showed up. Trumps eyes widen and he blushes. Biden wasn’t wearing any clothes. “T-trump-kun…?” he blushes as well, putting his litle hands in front of his throbbing manhood. Trump stares at Biden for a couple seconds, feeling his meat candle growing hard. “y-yes, kitten joe…?~” Trump says in a seductive voice, Biden giggles at the name. When he giggles his ass jiggles and Trump observers that. when he sees Biden,s fat gyatt jiggle he ekjacukates hard in his pants, letting out a loud moan. Biden gasps and then ejaculates as well. his ejaculation shoots all over the walls and floors. Biden falls down to the floor from the force of his ejaculate. he is a moaning mess as he twitches and shakes . he can not speak. only moan, Trimp comes up to him and then started stroking his manhood, staring at Biden on the ground. he ejaculates immediately and then he falls as well. obama comes in after a while too see the two gay men ejaculating over and ober again on the floor. when trump sees him he yells “NI-“ but then he’s cut off by a loud crash, it was abraham lincon. he was there to save the day. “fear not for i am here.!” lincon says as he whips ou his cock. he then uses his teleport to the eifil tower all of them where he observes that there were two gay men ther. one had brown hair and bandages while the otyer was ginger. the brown haird ones ass was impaled on the top of the eifel tower ejaculation all over him. lincon decides that it was a good idea so once the brown haird guy gets off the eifil tower spike he picks up Trump, impaling his ass on the spike. Trump yelled in pain but then started moaning and immediately ejaculates. observing Trumps ejaculation, biden and obama ejaculate as well, it falling down on to a nother gay man who moans and ejaculates as well. then every gay man started ejaculating because lincon was broadcast the whole thing and all were watching it. then lincon ejaculates and it goes into the sky and lands into a french guys baget and the ejaculation was poisonus so when the fucking stupid ass french man takes a delicate bite , he starts choking on the ejaculation. he then fucking dies. moral of the story is fuck the french.🇨🇵🥐🥖🗼🌿

The phrase “comfort character” is part of that pop culture landscape. What is a “comfort character”? Everything You Need to Know about Comfort Characters By: Author Marcel Iseli Posted on Last updated: April 18, 2023 What is a “comfort character”? A comfort character is a character in a fictional world, such as a TV show, movie, game, book, or comic, that a person strongly identifies with and takes comfort from. They may use thoughts of the comfort character to help them through hard times. The person will simply feel drawn toward the character. Even if you have never encountered the term before, you probably know this feeling of really liking or identifying with a character. When the person feels down, they could watch, read or play whatever this character appears in and then feel better after spending some time with the character. Strong identification with a character is another way a person may choose a comfort character. For example, maybe there is a main character in a movie who has a story arc that show them becoming a more confident person. Someone who identified with this comfort character might struggle with their confidence as well. When they were in situations where they lacked confidence, they could think about how this character handled similar situations. The concept of comfort characters is very popular in online fandom. “Fandom” refers to any community that arises around a piece of media, whether that’s a game, a popular show, a book, a comic or a movie. It’s a little bit different from simply being a fan of something. People involved in a fandom often belong to internet communities that talk about these characters a lot. They might attend meetups or conventions based around this fandom and dress up like the character. It’s also very common for them to create their own art around the stories that they love. For example, they might draw pictures of the character in various situations, or they might write new stories about adventures that the characters have beyond the scope of the original tale that they came from. In fact, you might find some accounts entirely devoted to comfort characters, sometimes called “stan accounts.” “Stan” is slang that refers to being a big fan of something or someone. How comfort characters help People report comfort characters helping them in very real ways in their lives. If they struggle with anxiety and panic attacks, thinking about their comfort character can often help stave off these feelings. There has been some research that shows that these characters can have a positive effect on fans, encouraging them to act in ways that are more beneficial for them. For most people, comfort characters are fun, beneficial ways to better enjoy the stories they love.

@candaru no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to over exert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest. I'm doing this for their own good. October 21st, 2023, 7:43 AM

respectfully, write a heartwrenching suicide note and blame it all on your parents because they couldnt buy you v-bucks, grab a knife and cut your arms so much that you look like the american flag, go to the nearest tower and on the roof, throw the knife down upright before jumping so that when the knife stabs you mid-air, the pressure of the knife will rip your organs apart and the air pressure will send them flying out of your body to create a bloodied mess raining down on earth. When you reach the ground, the impact will crush your bones and create a pancake in which a homeless man buried roadkill in it. Thank youuu 🤗

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X wasn’t quite sure whether to approach his wife, Y, about what he’d seen. On one hand, he didn’t want to distress her, but the weight on the other felt as if it were being crushed under the weight. Once he’d retreated inside, he clambered onto the first table he saw, rather than going off to find her. Alas, the peace barely lasted more than a few seconds. “X!” Y burst from the kitchen door, startling the other out of his thoughts. “It’s been a long day Y. I think I’ll…go to bed early tonight.” Letting out a huff, Y folded her arms, clearly less than amused. “And make me cover for you again? You were only gone for a couple of hours. Do you know how much hard work I put into running this place while you were gone?” X raised his brow. “What, did we just-so-happen to get an influx of customers today?” “That’s beside the point.” She dismissed the question with a flick of her wrist, rolling over to the table he was at. However, now that she could see his form more closely, his tense posture and partial absence from the conversation at hand became much clearer. “…X you look unusally reserved. What happened?” At first, she wasn’t graced with a response whatsoever. A hand reached down for the other, but X couldn’t bring himself to get up, so Y perceived his silence as disinterest and returned it to her side. Seeing him lack his usual energy made Y’s heart ache; she knew better than to go picking fights with X when he was like this. He couldn’t meet his wife’s stare, regardless of how much he longed to lose himself in her shine of her exterior. Having Y nearby always helped X feel at ease, yet it wasn’t doing much in terms of assisting him today. “Let's just…close early today altogether.” “You sure?” “I demand it.” It was a curiosity-peaking situation, but Y held enough respect for her husband X to not press him further. “You can always talk to me, sweetheart, but I’m happy to close for the day.” “Is that so?” X asked. Rather than adopting the powerful tone of voice he used while scheming, he maintained his quiet one, which rung alarm bells in Y. Since he’d been almost completely zoned out of his surroundings, her husband hadn’t noticed the shotglass-sized bowl of soup she’d made him, and as she brought it over to him, she could see a crack of a thankful smile on his face. Y never really got anything more from him - ‘thank you’s didn’t qualify for villain-approved manners - but to her, that only made his perseverance more admirable. “I’ll bear that in mind.” X’s response came out in a hushed whisper, as if the world were listening to every syllable that left his throat. Words sunk their nails into his throat, trying to claw their way out between sips of soup, but to no avail. X was determined to keep his promise. X was no less satisfied to have his wife at his side. X had needed Y today, and she pulled through, as always. An unwavering pride in his companion was always one of his biggest drives in life. To see her face at the end of a long day was no less than a blessing, and while he could have lived a crime-free life, he wouldn’t trade his current place of residence or love of his life. Y’s silent verdict was that it now wasn’t even worth considering pressing for details; her husband slowly becoming at ease as he revelled in the soup was enough for her to not want to rile him up. She’d already done so earlier with their argument. Had either of them actually apologised? What were they even talking about? “…Are you still interested in getting some rest early, honey?” A tired eye trailing over to her, he set down the empty bowl. X was practically screaming at himself not to leak it all out to his wife as either whimpers or whines. “Would that be alright, my sweet?” X found himself carefully scooped up in his wife’s hands and escorted to the restaurant’s back rooms. She gave him the thumbs up. “That’s fine. You can take all the time you need, X. You look like you need it.” “I should be working. You’re too soft on me.” “Would you prefer I picked a fight with you right now?” “No.” “Then don’t complain.” Thankfully, Y didn’t hit a nerve; either that, or X simply hadn’t the strength to argue. The former didn’t mind no matter the answer though. Whatever he’d seen would be better processed after some good rest, Y was positive. The chatter lingered until they reached their resting area. X finally felt he was home. “There.” His wife said, muttering to herself. It didn’t concern her that her self-muttering was within ear-shot of her husband, obviously. “I’ll go get your blanket.” “You’ve done an awful lot for me today. Do you want something?” X blinked. Usually, Y would scold him for saying something like that in response to her favours, but she processed that he asked as a gesture of kindness, not as an investigative question. She gently rested a silky face flannel over him for a little warmth. “Just know I love you. That’s all I want in return.” “Th…ank. You.” …!!!! Today was a mish-mash of weird circumstances, but the marriage of the two beings was just as unconventional. For a moment, the duo were lost in each-other’s eyes. Those two words - as messy as they’d come out - were bouncing off the walls and striking Y in her equivalent of a spine, pushing her a little closer to her husband until they were equal-viewing level. Poor Y thought of going to melt from the sudden increase of her internal temperature. Such tenderness; it made her swoon! Until he’d said it, he’d had no idea how long she’d been wanting to hear something like that. Something other than X’s plans The significantly taller leaned her monitor forward, as if to kiss him- but drew back. Now wasn’t the right time for something like that. Not when X had so much already on his mind. Oh, but those words had been so soft, so quaint. Though she’d stopped herself giving him a robotic kiss, Y savoured every second that they stood mere inches apart, that little bit of kindness holding a value to her that she was sure X had no idea of. He couldn’t feel the sparks of electricity rushing through her. X might not have any inkling at ALL that she cared in regards to what he said, nevermind the fact she felt like an exception happily caught in his network. Although, they must have at least meant something for him to attempt to say it, even if he’d become exhausted and drained from the last few hours. It was enough for her to let out a “Never a problem; supporting you is my job,” before adding on “but don’t you dare hold that against me when I refuse to wash the dishes.” The quip earned a stifled chuckle from her lover. It broke a little of the tension between them, but in a light, easy-to-digest way. As Y had leaned in, X had felt his heart pump a little faster, and a jittery feeling in his veins - a trace of something he hadn’t felt in a while. X could only wonder if she took anything away from that small exchange, barring the reminder of her duties. Did she feel anything or was it just him? He wasn’t even sure if she had a positive physical response, let alone a positive emotional response… “No promises!” He laughed, before awkwardly coughing, unsure what to say now. That was one loooong period of silence. Was the restaurant owner just supposed to pretend nothing happened, or approach the topic? “Well- If you want to transfer yourself back into the building’s wall monitor for the night, there is no opposition here.” “That sounds nice. It’s how I imagine wrapping yourself in a blanket feels.” Y let out a sound emulating a yawn, hoping to dispel the sudden subdued awkwardness that’d washed over her husband. His feathery laugh had been much different to his more maniacal cackles. Far more genuine and fulfilled, and smooth. On one hand, seeing his mind off of the schemes for once made her want to spin with glee, but on the other, he was only acting so unusually because something had gone down. It was difficult for her to handle. “Based on how you describe it, of course.” If she could have given a true smile, Y would have, but gave upturned lips instead. X was pretty much at a loss for words, understanding her point and unable to refute it. Some part of X wished his wife had come with him, purely so he wouldn’t have to carry the burden of decisions alone as he was doing now. ‘Twas a selfish thought, and alas, X knew he had a word to keep. “Have a nice rest, sweetie. I’ll keep an eye out for any intruders.” “Hope your wall monitor is comfy.” “I’m sure it will be.” X curled himself up under the face flannel, his eyelid gently fluttering shut. “You mean a lot to me Y so don’t ever think you don’t, understand?” “Understood. Care to elaborate?” … “Honey?” … “X?” Snore. “…Ah.”

hurt/comfort (fandom slang) A genre of fan fiction in which a character receives comfort from another after or while suffering injury, illness, or a traumatic experience. H/C stories appeal to readers in different ways. While genres for these stories range from drama to mystery, many stories are classified by their authors as romances or as “hurt/comfort” stories. Hurt/comfort is a fanwork genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. A great trope if you want to bring two characters closer together, or if you want to show how deep their relationship goes.

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TIRING TROPES A kicks B so hard, it knocks B out, who goes limp with a whimper. B now lying unconscious on the ground, A grabbing him by his legs and dragging him. A comes over to B, knocking him hard in the fac͘e once. B cries out and his eye rolls back as he slips away into unconsciousness, going limp, unable to take much more. The only thing C cares about is the sight of B limp bødy lying. C crawls over, too hurt̸ to walk, and puts his hand on his chest, wanting to make sure B is still breathing, scared he isn’t. He is relieved when his chest is still slowly going up and down, but is soon overtaken with fear. C: T-talk to me. B, say something! B of course not responding. C now holding him in his hands, his head restıng on his stߋmach, crying, wanting him to be okay, wanting to take his paın away from him. C: B... (sobbing quietly, his head still resting on B unmoving bødy) C is shushing, crying, shushing, crying. Doing it to comfort B but the more so to comfort himself, to try and not be so scared anymore. B eyebrows furrow, beginning to stir, groaning as he puts a hand to his head in paın. 'Ugh. Ow. Gah….ow….' C: (alarmed by B cries, scooching closer) Are you okay?! (C looking over at B, seeing he is already asleep, curling up next to him, closing his eyes, sleep now overcoming him) (A then kicks B in the head, B yelping, instantly falling unconscious) C: B? B! Answer me, are you okay?! A: (hearing C, smirking down at B unconscious form, to see him hur͘t and unmoving, B mouth hung open, lying motionless, still not movıng or aware) (B eventually groans awake, not yet realizing what’s going on, paın returning to his head, quickly becoming aware of what’s happened, sitting up with a gasp, looking around) B notices C still asleep leaning on him. He starts to move around to get him to wake up. (A just grabs B, slamming him back to the ground, unintentionally slamming the back of his head against the ground, B gasping with a yelp) : (A yanking B to his feet, grinning at B weak struggling and crying, who’s exhausted and badly hurt) (A stops as suddenly B lets out a sort of sigh as his eye rolls back and his body goes completely limp as he unexpectedly passes out, falling backwards, A catching him before he hits the ground, startled) (B completely unconscious, his mouth hanging open, limp and unmoving) (C stopping in his place, frozen, frightened at the sight of B) B! (seeing B still not moving or doing anything, touching and moving B face around himself, but gently, looking at him worriedly, scared when he won’t open his eye or say anything) H-he’s n- not moving, he-he’s not pretending, A, he is REALLY hurt! (A dumps B bødy to the ground) C immediately hurrying over, holding B bødy in his hands, his own tears falling down on him. C is still sitting besides B, crying C: B, s-say something, please, please! I’m sorry! (A grins, knowing how much will hate everything, planning to tell him all about it when he awakes again) B is lying on the ground unmoving. A pleased with everything as he walks away, knowing he will absolutely torture B with what happened here. B: (groaning loudly, waking up, not moving yet) Ugh…..wha? What’s going on? (he groans, his eye fluttering open, returning to his senses) C helping B sit up straight, holding him gently in his arms, seeing how badly hurt he is. B: (pain overflooding him, his head hurting badly, wincing as he holds it, still groggy, struggling to remember) Ugh, my head….Ow. Wh-what happened? (squinting his eye, looking all dazed and confused) H-huh? What? (A eyes B intensely) What? (still confused, but not liking the looks of A, turning to C for answers, now really confused and not liking any of this, wanting to have answers.) What is he staring about? (angry, wanting answers, glaring around) Well?! Tell me! (A chuckles wanting B himself to guess what happened) C not liking the fact that B is told about it now, this being even worse. B knowing enough by seeing this reaction. …..(B starts to get to his feet to attack A, swaying a little though, the pain instantly swarming his head, making him gasp and fall back before he could take a step, C quickly catching him. B holds his head in pain, wincing) Gah….. (shaking his head, unable to believe it, wanting to forget it, cringing) (snarling, quickly starts trying to get up, not able to, growling in frustration when he tries to stand but just falls right away, panting in anger) Rah…..! C: (still holding B, pushing him back down) D-don’t do it B! You’ll hurt yourself! Please… B: (still weakly trying, too angry) I-I don’t care! I-I’m gonna get you, A, as-as soon as I can! C: B-but you’re-you’re hurt! B: I DON’T CARE! (B too badly hurt to do anything more. He is crying because he is unable to, which makes him feel useless and weak, and also because he is very uncomfortable, cold and sad.) (C softly speaking to B coming over) B, what’s wrong? (For B it hurts just to move alone, so he struggles and can’t do it) (knowing he really can’t because of how hurt he is, just wanting to help because he knows how cold it gets here during the night) (he snaps, shivering again, wishing they would go away, not liking to be seen so vulnerable like this) C huddles close to B notices he isn’t talking to him anymore, poking gently at his cheek. B very much asleep by now; his clothes, the blanket and C close to him having warmed him up enough for him to relax, be warm and fall asleep. C stopping his crying, glad to see B is asleep, resting his head on him. He warily gets up, not wanting B to wake up again. He lays the blanket over his body, quickly going through hi lovingly, liking that he is sleeping now, thinking he very much deserves to rest. B however starting to stir, not sleeping quite so deep anymore.

Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc) panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc) keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media) trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc) sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”) whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that) clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes) writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone) crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout) dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing) wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing) doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves) heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting) gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold) murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain) hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in) stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk) staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!) recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help) pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop) Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

People read dark fiction for the same reason they ride roller coasters. It’s a simulation of danger without anyone actually being under threat. It gets the brain worked up, releases a bunch of adrenaline into your system, you experience a whole rush of emotions and excitement and fear; but a safe kind of fear, where you know the danger isn’t real and there are dozens of measures in place to protect you. And then it’s over and you can get off the ride. That doesn’t mean everyone is obligated to ride roller coasters. I, for example, am scared of heights, and most coasters are scary for me in a way that isn’t fun. The fear isn’t that I’ll die, the fear is of experiencing more of the ride and thus it’s not a safe fear, because it’s real and I have no control over it. As such, I don’t ride large roller coasters. But the fact that large coasters are not mentally or emotionally safe for me to ride doesn’t mean they should be illegal, or that there’s “something wrong” with anyone who enjoys them. Similarly, sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes people have conditions they don’t know about until a coaster aggravates them in the worst possible way because they didn’t know to avoid it…and that’s no one’s fault. People have died or been injured in coaster accidents, and those accidents are pretty much always the result of human error, carelessness, laziness, or poor communication. It’s the responsibility of the amusement park to make sure that basic safety features are built-in and maintained–or at the very least (mangling the metaphor somewhat because this would obviously be illegal in real life) to make it clear that those features don’t exist! I feel like most people would avoid a ride clearly labelled “HAS NEVER HAD A SAFETY INSPECTION! NO RESTRAINT BARS! RIDE STAFF HAVE NOT BEEN TRAINED AND THERE ARE NO EMERGENCY SERVICES ON-SITE! OPEN FLAMES!” but if you click on a fic clearly labelled “author chose not to use warnings” you know the risks and they’ve met their obligation to warn you of them. And sometimes the people providing this content don’t perform that basic due diligence, and people get hurt as a result–but that’s on those specific bad actors, and doesn’t mean we ban all roller coasters. It also doesn’t mean every single ride operator on earth should be tarred with that brush, especially when they’ve openly spoken out against such practices! Furthermore, if you KNOW you have a heart condition and willingly get on a ride that says it is not safe for people with heart conditions, you cannot then blame the amusement park! What makes roller coasters safe for me? Well, for one, the fact that I’m an adult now so my family has finally stopped trying to force me onto them.

Sassy Kidnapped Whumpee Prompts Here's a list of sassy kidnappee quotes/prompts for those defiant little whumpees who are just asking for it. Enjoy! (Shoutout to @prisonerwhump for the idea!!!) "Oof, big scary spEEch. Nıce. Did you practice that in front of the mirror this mornıng?" "Are these new ropes? I hope you didn't go to the trouble just for me, you know I don't judge." "Ah. Blindfolds again. How original." "Okay, I'm awake. You can make your entrance nơw. [...] Don't play dumb, I know that's a two-way mirror. Let's just get it over with." "You know, I always assumed if I were kidnapped it would be some creepy st*lker yandere thing, but no. I get you instead. That's better, right? So...Thank you? I think? Ah, that's a kn1fe." "Listen, I know you're tryıng to be intimidating and everything - and normally it would be. Really, I mean͡ it. Chocking me against the wall is real scary, but... Like. Your hands are so soft, I can't even take you serıously. What kind of lotion do you use?" "Not to critique you when you're doing your zappy thíng, but you had better up the voltage or something before I fałł asleep. I get bored eąsįly." " "How much did that hurt̸"? Really? Like, I mean. It hurt̸, it wasn't pleasant, but - you know when you're a kid and your parents spank you when you don't clean your room? Yeah, that hâppeñed to me a lot as a kid. I felt really ba͏d making her get after me because she was alwaყs sick͞ and frail and stuff. Anyway, the point I'm trying to makę here is my MoM hits harder than you. Does that answer your question?" "Wow, what an impressive collection. Very daunting. Very scary. Just checking, but you do have a life outsıde of collecting tortur͘e implements, right? I don't judge, but I'm a little worried about you." "All you want to know is where Caretaker is. Honestly, you could ask a few questions about me first. You don't even know my fav0rite color yet." "Geez, you can at least buy me dınner before chocking me out." "Are you sure you know how to use that? I don't know, man. Maybe you should let me t̢ry it on you to make͘ sure. Just untie me real quick." "Mmm yes! Harder! Please hit me harder! Oh, I'm sorrყ. Am I makıng you uncomfortable? No no, don't stop hitting me now." "Loving the 'dark scary basement' vibes. Really, this lev3l of design takes time. The lightbulb is even flickering - did you plan that? It's honestly impressive. That or you're just this much of a slob. Either way, very effective." "Oooooo! I've always wanted my own dungeon cell. Can I put movıe posters on the walls? I think they would really spice the place up. Do you have any extra sticky tack?" "Really? You bought me for that low of a prıce? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll never see that much money in my entire life, but I think I'm worth more than that. I mean͡, look at me. I'm adorable." "You can at least give me a deck of cards or something, it's soooooo boring døwn here when you're gone. Not that it's better when you're here. Hm? No no, not because of the paın or whatever, you're just still boring. Really, if I had as much money as you, I could buy a personality." "Ah, the whip again. Let me ask, do you ever have a͝ny new ıdeas or do you just find one and let it play like a brok3n record until you dıe?" "Honestly I'm starting to get genuinely concerned about your hearing. I sAID I'm. Not. Telling. You. Anything. Do I need to talk louder? Maybe write it out̸ for you? Ow! Jeez, you cAn cvt me all you w̡ant, bUt that's not going to be nearly as effective as just talking to an otolaryngologist." "You call that a hit? Untie me quick and I'll show you how it's døne." "Gooooooooooooodevening, Kidn@ppers! How are you today? How was work. Did you đrınk enough water? How was - oh my, you look angry. Is it something I said?" “How do you sleep at nıght??? No seriously, your skın is so clear, you have to have some fantastic skincare routine before bed. And. Like. A great pi]low.” “Do you have to stand so close when you’re threatening me? I get it, but…brush your teeth or something first.” “Ah yes. Gruel. My favorite. You have to get me the recipe sometime. You’re a culinary genius.” "You knøw, I'm stɑrtıng to feel kinda bad. Here I am having all the fun, and you're doing all the work. How about you untie me and then you get a tu̴rǹ in the chair? Doesn't that sound nice?" “Better untie me then. Oh, you’re going to hand feed me? Isn’t that swéet. I didn’t know you were a big old softie.” "I can't believe you. You're a monster. Blαck shoes with a blue suit? Are you kidding me? Ridiculøus. No wonder you don't mind getting my b!ood all over your outfit, it's awful already." "I'm kında gettin͘g bored of all the screaming, how about you?" "This seems like a waste. Did you know the błoođ banks are all runnıng low? It's like. A national crisis. People could dıe. Yet here you are letting all my perfectly good błoođ go to waste. If you're so insistent on being slicy today, maybe you could like put a drip pan or something on the ground. You think they'd take drip pan błoođ? You do keep that kn*fe clean, right?" “Well someone’s cranky today. What? Didn’t get your morning coffee?” “You’re ‘Tired of all my jabbering’? Really? Well that’s kinda self centered of you. Just think about me. I have to lıve with me every minute of every day. And do I ever get a b͞reak? No. Never bored though, so that’s nice.” "What exactly do you mean by 'scream for you'? I have like seven different types of screams." "I'm sorrყ, I don't thınk I heard you the fırst 478 times. What was it you wanteԀ again? Hm. Nope. Still not clicking. You better aSK AgAIN." "Just a real quick questıon - do you have...like...friends? A significant other maybe? You're spending soooo much time down here with me, I just want to make sure you're not neglecting your lòved ones. No?"

“I can fix him” “I can make him worse” well I can ruin his life for the sake of character development

Kazeto Elementalist from somewhere in Europe. Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters #7: Apr 20th 2016 at 1:55:59 PM I cannot talk about others, but I actually took the opening post in much the same way as you'd explained that you meant it in this one, and I presume that they, or at least some of them, took it much the same. It's not about seeing the character beat up and dying. It's not about seeing the character miserable. But it is about seeing the character have bad things inflicted upon them and yet overcoming them, learning from them, being shaped by them. Because the sweet parts do not taste all that sweet (relatively speaking) if you've never had anything but sweet things. And I am no sadist either, but I too have my characters go through some quite bad stuff. Not necessarily as horrific as what they pulled in Berserk, no, but in many cases the stuff that happens dismantles who the characters are before letting them piece themselves back.

EMOTIONALLY BONDING WITH A FICTIONAL CHARACTER? THERE’S A TERM FOR THAT: ‘COMFORT CHARACTERS’ Just because they're not real doesn't mean that they can't be a source of consolation or contentment. SEPTEMBER 21, 2021 KAREN LU, YALE UNIVERSITY 8 MINS READ If you have even a toe in the door of fandom (any fandom, really), you have probably come across the term “comfort character.” The term is everywhere: in Buzzfeed quizzes, Twitter imagines, dozens of Spotify playlists and Instagram fanposts. Like the name implies, it’s a fictional character in pop culture and media that people find comfort in, either through identifying with them or wishing to hang out with them like a best friend. For some, comfort characters are so real that even just thinking about them, rewatching their scenes, reading fan fictions or otherwise engaging with them can help stave off anxiety attacks, calm down during panic episodes, or simply provide a hand to hold on to during difficult times. The typical comfort character might be someone fierce and protective of their friends, passionate about their ambitions and goals, or struggling with inner demons. Usually, they have characteristics that are easy to relate to or be inspired by. Or, it can be completely random — there’s no requisite in what makes a comfort character. It might be the plucky main protagonist, the tortured antihero or an innocuous supporting character. Whether they’re conquering a villain, avenging a fallen friend, or simply being happy, people find warmth in following along in their journey or seeing them smile in the face of their own tragedy. Comfort characters exist in part because many people don’t have parents, friends or other social resources that they can talk to or truly open up with. Studies have also shown how comfort characters can actually inspire and improve people. Researchers from Ohio State University coined the phenomenon “experience-taking,” in which people take the emotions from a story for their own. The researchers found that — albeit temporarily and in the right situations — readers could make real changes in their own lives. For instance, the researchers found that people became more likely to vote in a real election after strongly identifying with a fictional character who themselves overcame obstacles to vote. In the long run, comfort characters are simply a part of enjoying a show and finding pleasure in media and fiction.

My pageant has a pageant platform essay. What’s that? Contributed by Eddia Watts A pageant platform essay is a paper in which you speak about exactly what you’ve been working on with your platform and what you have chosen to champion throughout your time as a competitor. The pageant platform essay is apart of the competition in which a contestant can validate, in writing, why she chose the specific cause she has. The essay is your moment to talk about every single intricacy that is apart of your platform. If during the competition you never have a chance to speak about your platform, the essay needs to cover every single thing about your platform so that the judges have a semblance of what you have stood for thus far in your pageant journey. The pageant platform essay should encase topics like, how you created your platform, what caused you to choose this specific platform, how you have advocated for it, and how you will continue to advocate for it. Although the pageant essay is not imperative for some systems, like Miss Earth USA or Miss USA, it is imperative for systems such as Miss America and Miss Teen, creating an essay is a great exercise for all contestants to ensure that they know the direction that they want to go in for their platform. Writing what you have done, what you will do, and what has made you continue to keep going is a great way to remain humble and realize why you began in the first place. If you find that writing worries you, as long as you write from the heart and mean every word you say, you will find yourself writing too long of an essay. If writing an essay is required, it will also force you to think about the specific ways that you plan to bring your cause to a resolution. Having this in mind will help you to answer your interview questions easier as well as give you the proper mindset of why you embarked upon your platform. Writing a pageant platform may seem like a tremendous amount of work, but the next section covers exactly how you want to write your platform essay and what you can include to differentiate your essay from the next! Okay, how do I write a pageant platform essay? Contributed by Eddia Watts Writing your pageant platform essay may seem daunting at first, but always keep in mind the fundamentals of writing an essay: the introduction, body paragraphs, and conclusion. When you break down your essay like this, it makes writing your essay a bit easier. In the sections below, we will take the time to illustrate these sections of your essay as well as what tone your writing should take on when you talk about your platform. Introduction The introduction to your essay should begin with an explanation of who you are and what your platform is. In your introduction, there is no need to delve into the why or the how of your platform just yet. If you decide to delve straight in with your story in the introductory paragraph, you risk overwhelming your judges. In your introduction, you want to entice your judges by reading more. The last sentence of your introduction should read like a thesis statement for a paper. It’s when you finally tell the judges what your platform is. Body Paragraphs Your body paragraphs are where you really delve into who you are as a person and why you chose your platform. In this section of your essay, you should have at least three paragraphs, the first illustrating the backstory behind why you chose your platform. This is your moment to speak on your ‘why’. The second paragraph of your essay should be the ‘how’. In this paragraph, you should talk about how you have pursued your platform and how you have begun to tackle the issue your championing. This is your time to speak about all of the fundraisers, events, and charity work you have done to further your platform. The third paragraph is your moment to speak about how your platform can affect those in your community and those for whom you created your platform to help. You should also speak about what you will be doing with your platform in the future and how you hope your platform will impact those in the next generations. Covering your bases like this will not only help you to seal the deal with your judges, but it will help to make an impact with others should you decide to post your speech online. Conclusion Like every essay, your conclusion should touch upon everything you mentioned throughout your essay. This is not the time to enter in last minute additional information, as the judges will have already formed an opinion of your essay by now. When writing your conclusion, you want to make sure that you use a proper tone that makes it sound like you are concluding your essay. Tone It is important to have a splash of personality and professionalism throughout the tone of your essay, as you want the judges to take you seriously, but you do not want your words to bore them as well. Using proper punctuation when needed, ensuring that you are not using run-on sentences, and proper word usage can all help with your tone. The best essays are written when it feels like the contestant is actually speaking to the judge in a polite manner with her personality all on the table; just like in an interview. Once you have the proper tone and diction down, your essay will write itself! In conclusion, writing a pageant platform essay is just like writing an essay for class. You are just telling a completely different story. As long as you stay true to who you are as a person and have your platform take center stage, you will write an amazing essay!

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~ hus x wife smvt story 🤍. : smvt / prn / 13+ : ~ heres for all u freakss (u play the wife <3) its a gorgeous day, the sun is shining brightly in puerto rico, where you and your husband are on your on your honeymoon your limo arrives at your stunning clifftop villa, overlooking the crystal clear, shimmering blue sea stairs down from the cliff give you the option to head to the beach below whenever you want, making this getaway truly romantic you squeeze your husband's hand tightly in excitement as the door of the limo is held open for you, and you both climb out, taking deep breaths of the ocenic, salty air crashing against the cliff below your chauffer carries your luggage inside, and the breathtaking view of the house's interior, complete with a spiraling staircase, almost challenges the outside landscaping. the chauffer wishes you both a lovely stay before he gets in the limo and drives off leaving you and your new hubs alone. ········· ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ········· later, you both get ready for dinner, putting on nice outfits and you pick a tight-fitted, sexy red dress that is cut short well above the knees the dress enhances your slim body with it's curved, tempting features. it captures every single curve and dip in your delicate body. after doing your hair and makeup, you walk into the entry way, where your husband waits for you. his jaw drops ever so slightly and his eyes scan your body, every delicious inch. for a moment, you think hes going to get mad about the amount of body your showing. but he pulls you in by the waist and french kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek and the other- the one that was on your waist, slips down to grip your ass and hoist it up. you let out a tiny moan and this turns him on more than ever, you feel the buldge in his pants as he presses his body against yours. you hope you dont get wet in this dress. after a few more minutes of making out and tiny gulps for air, you pull away and you both are breathing heavily. "h/n.. w-we have dinner reservations~" "fuck the reservations," your husband says. "i want you. your body. your love.." he says shakily this surprises you because he's only seen you naked a few times, and you two have never gotten intimate. of couse, youve touched eachother PLENTY, but a tiny state of shock still washes over you. "im hungry, tho.." you whine. "fine." he mutters. you call the limo and a new chauffer drives you to the fancy, exquisite restaraunt. the glamour and luxury of the place is genuinely gorgeous in your eyes. you both are seated next to each other at a table, the chairs against the wall and the front of the table facing the rest of the restaraunt. after ordering drinks, you both begin talking about the activities you'll be doing on the honeymoon. you pick up your phone as the conversation dies, and suddenly you feel a tight grip on your inner thigh. your eyes flutter back in pleasure and delight as your husband rubs your inner thigh in hard circles, massaging a spot that makes u see stars~ "baby..~" you whine. "were in a restaraunt..." he smiles slightly. "i dont care, love." your hubs continues to rub harder, making you squirm in pure pleasure. you feel yourself starting to get wet in your tight little dress, and you make a tiny moan of despair. the last thing you want is to have a little 'accident' in this dress. when you sit down, your dress goes even farther up, and now it's so short, your bikini line is practically exposed- but only to your husband. your big breasts move up and down for each shaky breath you take, and he cant contain himself anymore. "[name..]" he whines, slipping his hand up the bottom of ur dress and feeling your soaked thong, barely covering your pvssy. youre feeling incredibly horny yourself, so you nod and he takes your hand and you both get the fuck out of there. the limo is waiting for you both out front, and you climb in and press a button, letting a private wall come down between your seats and the drivers so you both have privacy. chauffer starts driving and your hubs hoists you on his lap so you're facing him, you feel his boner in your ass through his pants. he pulls up your short dress and gets a nice view of your soaked (now transparent) thong, as well as the juicy pink pussy thats buldging underneath. he slips off the thong and pulls down his pants, before hoisting you up as wetness drips down your inner thighs he moans in pure desperation to taste pussy... his dick sticks up, precum dripping off the delicious tip. he then lets your body ease down, his dick going in your pussy slowly. you make little moans and gasps and whimpers as it's inserted into your tight little clit~ this turns him on even more and he hoists your body up and down.. up, down, up, down, so your'e bouncing and riding his big cock. he shoots cum into your tiny little pussy and you moan, grasping onto him as you ride his cock. cum drips out of your clit and you whimper and whine, the pleasure is amazing..~ he begins kissing you as you bounce up and down on his sex, one hand beginning to take your shirt off and the other helping you ease his cock inside and out, inside and out. you feel the hot sensation of his tongue swirling inside your mouth, his hands explore every dip, curve, and inch of your perfect body, running down it and touching you in places you love. your shirt comes off and your bra unclipped, he begins to give you hickeys on your big, pink breasts, dripping with slight milk and precum. he licks it up and bites your bottom lip, swirling his tongue in your mouth as you gasp for air in between kisses. you bounce harder, making him gasp and moans escape his mouth as he massages and rubs your breasts in aggressive circles, moving them up and down before biting your nipples, making you moan, he goes harder and harder, forcing your body to bounce and bounce as he grinds his hips against yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and ass filling the air. good thing the wall is sound proof. he throbs inside of you, making you moan intensely but not too loud, and wonder if you can handle this. he fills you with an unbearable amount of cum, and you wonder how he's been holding it this whole time. he finally takes out his huge cock and the minute you have no support, cum comes pouring out of your pussy, flooding our laps and the carseats. i moan in despair "its okay little miss waterfall~" your husband says. "we'll get you cleaned up~" "mhtmm~" you whimper and he begins massaging your outer lips to comfort and pleasure you. you sigh in relief and pleasure... but suddenly the car stops.. you realize the limo has arrived at your villa !? "oh fuckk..~" your husband groans, knowing we're both naked and any second now the doors will be opened... part 2 coming if u guys want it !! reply by tagging .peach saying u want a part 2 <3 thank uu xo ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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7th Barn ~ A wealthy farmer, had owned a lot of land and built a new barn on his property every time his wife had a baby. He named each barn after each of his kids and by the time this story takes place, they had 6 kids and were expecting number seven. But the farmer's wife died in childbirth and so did the unborn baby. The farmer went insane with grief. They say the farmer in his madness, took and axe one night and led his children out to the barns, one by one, and murdered them. He buried their bodies in the seventh barn. It was in the seventh barn that the farmer hung himself. Eventually, as the story goes, all the barns were torn down and the land was sold off. All except for number 7. Nobody would buy the land because of what had happened there. It was abandoned and soon fell into disrepair. No-one was ever really sure where the seventh barn was located. It was definitely in Ohio. In 1997, an Ohio teacher claimed that he had found the infamous barn's real location. The teacher pinpointed the location because barns on neighbor properties all had nameplates on their door with the names of children engraved on them. The teacher and his son set out at night to visit the barn, hoping to capture some paranormal activity on video. The next morning, the teacher's wife reported her husband and son missing. Police found their abandoned car by the roadside. While searching the area, they entered a barn in a nearby field and found the dead bodies of the teacher and his son hanging from the rafters.

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y/n = u ofc p/n = partner/ partner’s name first story uploaded, by lilx 🎀 everyone else, make some stories 2! u wake up at 7:00AM, just as usual todays u and ur boy/girlfriend’s anniversary! p/n lovess music and sunsets. as a gift, u decorated a CD with stickers of sunsets or anythng p/n likes, and burned a playlist onto it! he/she is gonna luv it! just then, u get a text! its from p/n p/n: hey!!!! its our special day 🤭🤭 y/n: yea ik!! do u wanna meet up? i have a gift 4 u <3 p/n: actually, im already at a place! wanna meet me at our fav cafe? y/n: yea! be there in 5! <3 love u! p/n love u 🫶🏼 (now, imagine urself getting ready to meet p/n!! including getting in the car and arriving) p/n: Hey! come over! y/n omgggg hi! / hey! you walk over to p/n, theyre at the garden area seating. <3 p/n: hi babe! y/n: hi! p/n wanna see your gift?? y/n: yess! im so excited p/n pulled something out, and guess what! it was smth on ur wishlist for a long time! y/n: OMG! REALLY?? I LOVE U SM TY!!! p/n: no problem princess/ babe <3 y/n: wanna see ur gift? p/n: mhm! i rlly wanna see what u got me! u took out the CD from your bag, it was in a box you painted to look like a sunset! p/n: haha, its a sunset box! y/n: yeaaa! open it! p/n opened the box, and gasped in awe p/n: TYSM! you guys ordered some food and ate together, and ended the day at the beach. hope u enjoyed!!

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The clown statue A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her. After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.) Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. "Take the children and go to the neighbors," said the parent. "We don't have a clown statue, we'll call the police." The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

CRYBABY Late last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound, and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and tired so l ignored it by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me." She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. What a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a... a thing watching you while you were asleep." @Death.and.Terror

When / was younger, my uncle John was going through a divorce. He came round to our house to get some advice from my parents and at one point said he could feel the energy of two children, a boy and a girl, in one corner of the room. Soon after, four year old me walks into the room and I said "The children woke me up." My folks asked what children, so I point to the same corner uncle john mentioned and say "Those children" and everyone went pale and quiet. - cocgamer

Thump, Thump, Drag A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV, the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Later that night, the children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stubs of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. www.facebook.com/strngeworld

There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

Kept In Dark "I'm worried about myself," Nick said. "Maybe you should be," I told him. "Can't we turn on some lights?" "Not yet." Sometimes it's hard to tell when a friend is joking. But Nick had sounded truly nervous when he asked me to come over this afternoon, so I decided to take him seriously. "What's got you freaked out?" "I've been having dark thoughts lately." "Everyone has dark thoughts." "Not like these. They're sick, man. I don't know where they come from." "Horror movies?" "No, I don't watch those. But I've... I've also been having these crazy dreams. Really vivid. Like, apocalyptic, with demons. I'm afraid to sleep." "You have been looking kind of washed out lately," | admitted. "Maybe see a doctor?" "Wouldn't help." "Why not?" "Because there's more to it. That's why I called. I need you to tell me if you see it, too." "See what?" Nick stood up and walked to his window, where the sun glowed faintly behind cheap venetian blinds. He pointed at the floor. "Watch that spot. Right there." "The carpet?" "Just watch. Please." "Fine." The carpet looked normal, not even a stain. Then I heard Nick take a deep breath, followed by the clacking blinds as he pulled the cord to expose the sunlight. "Jeez!" I cried, yanking my feet off the ground as a dark shape came slithering forward. It disappeared directly under the couch where I sat. "Oh gosh," Nick moaned. "You saw it." "That's... impossible. Was that really your...?" "Yeah," he nodded miserably. "I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow, but why is mine scared of me? What does it know? by IPostAtMidnight

SLEEPING WHUMPEES leyswhumpdump: Sleeping whumpees. Curled up on cold cell floors, seeking the only escape they can get. Eyes red behind their closed lids because they cried themselves to sleep. Tucked up under warm blankets. Cradled by a caretaker. Peaceful and smiling even in slumber, or screaming from night terrors. Restless from fever. Exhausted in the back of a car, their mind and body just given out. Falling asleep after fighting it for so long. Just an adorable trope all round.

allthewhumpygoodness: I write a lot of fantasy/Medieval whump, so in that vein lets talk Things Low-Tech/Medieval/Fantasy Healers Might Do When Checking A Sick Patient That Don’t Require Modern Medical Equipment Or Terminology But Gives The Vibe That They Know What They’re Doing: Feel their pulse (in the wrist, the side of their neck, or even a temple) Check their forehead for a fever Listen to their chest/back (you can hear rattling or crackling in the lungs of someone with a lung infection such as bronchitis or pneumonia) Tapping their back behind each lung (likewise - an inflamed lung will sound congested and less hollow than a healthy one) Feel for swollen glands behind their ears Gently feel for any swelling or tightness along their stomach On that note, gently pressing on an are of pain in the stomach area (to test for appendicitis) Get them to open their mouth to look down their throat Check their eyes for redness, light sensitivity, yellowing, or dilated pupils Check them for a rash, especially the torso, behind the ears, and along their forehead (measles rash usually starts near the ears and along the hairline, scarlet fever begins on the trunk and spreads to the rest of the body; chicken pox I think just sort of appears all over though idk) Check if their skin is flushed or jaundiced Tap along their cheekbones - if this causes pain they may have a sinus infection I’m not a medical professional and this is ONLY for writing purposes, also this is all based on a variety of medical information I’ve read in books and online but as I said I am not a professional just someone with a weird obsession, feel free to fact check me - or add your own

i-write-whump When the whumpee wakes up in pain, and doesn’t remember what happened or how they got there, so the caretaker has to explain everything to them slowly and carefully, because the whumpee is still pretty out of it. The caretaker gently stroking the whumpee’s hair as they talk, hugging them as soon as they’re done explaining, and answering any questions the whumpee has. The caretaker tucking them in tighter and offering them water, then making sure they’re as comfortable as possible, and that they’re resting, knowing that the whumpee may still be too out of it to actually remember any of their conversation, but content to explain everything again if needed.

heyo! /ᐠ ̥  ̮  ̥ ᐟ\ฅ a new writer here! ill be writing about stories relatd to romance! 12+ only ! search up “_chibi..bunnii” for the stories! ( it may not show up now as i am writing this now on july ) i dont do nsfw or anything inappropriate, i just do my stuff! ( bl/ straight) baii for now and have a nice day ahead! [ note - i might post some sparkles and stuff! ] ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

~ yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me

Reunion after (physical) tr4uma prompts tws apply: grief/fear for someone’s life, mention of injuries, unconsciousness, hospıtals, comas, mention of involuntary drugging. that’s the general vibe. WORDS “Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.” “Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?” “This is going to hurt̸, but it will help you.” “You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.” “I found them, they’re over here!” “Does anyone have medical training?” “N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.” “You can sleep, [name]. It’s over.” “I’ll still be here when you wake up.” “You were in an induced coma. Your bødy went through a lot.” “I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.” “[Name]? Was that - did you squeeze my hand?” “It’s okay. It’s meant to be there, it’s helping you breathe.” “Can you hear me?” “You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.” ACTIONS [ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) bødy into their arms, in the style of no no no not them. [ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alonȩ staring at a wall, covered in bløød, and to to͠uch their arm. [ WAITING ] for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospıtal bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery. [ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their bødy past what it’s ready for [ TEARS ] for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospıtal), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying [ GRIEF ] for receiver to wake up just as sender is saying goodbye, because the doctors told them to. feel free to specify what they might be saying. do not judge me, this is going in the meme [ LETTER ] for sender to find a last letter, video, text, etc that receiver made for them, thinking they wouldn’t make it out of the situation alįve. Obviously receiver does make it out alįve, but the letter/video still exists (and receiver will detail what’s in it). [ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

whumpster-dumpster Personality Changes When Sick Reserved whumpees getting all needy and clingy ❤️ Clingy whumpees getting real grumpy and distant ❤️ Stoic whumpees getting melancholy and nostalgic ❤️ Boisterous whumpees getting lethargic and withdrawn ❤️ Grouchy whumpees becoming soft-spoken and sweet ❤️ Fragile whumpees proving that they can tough it out ❤️ Tough whumpees finally admitting they’re miserable ❤️ Night owl whumpees crashing in the middle of the day ❤️ Early bird whumpees sleeping straight through to noon ❤️

PrinceJustice237 • 2y ago As a fan of hurt/comfort/whump, I realised that I put my favourite characters through so much because I want to see their friends comfort them and help them through the aftermath. It’s good old fashioned catharsis, plus drama is just entertaining. A pure, fluffy, happy story where nothing bad happens works great for a oneshot but it’s harder to sustain 20+ chapters of that, you need drama and conflict and that requires stakes. That usually involve someone suffering to some degree.

• 2y ago Honestly, a huge reason why I torment my favorites is so that when the comfort comes along (because it always does in my case), their friends/found family can show them how much they are loved.

prospectkiss Sleepy intimacy is one of my favorite things, and I think the last point is why - it’s all about trust. Trusting someone enough to let your guard down. To lower your defenses. To be vulnerable. That kind of trust is not always given easily, which is what makes sleepy intimacy so heartwarming.

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why did i see a nsfw fanfic of trump and biden on here .. BRO IM DONE 💀💀

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if youre struggling with a corn addiction and going on here to relieve yourself (by doing yk), im here to encourage you to resist your tempations! weve all been there, or most of us, but one way or another you are able to accomplish your goal of quitting lust. remember, God, or whatever higher power you believe in, loves you, and i hope you enjoy the rest of your day!!

hi!! im peachie! im gonna make stories on here so feel free to search .peach to find them :) u can also create stories using .peach! theres no specific genre just anything ;) yea thats it hope to see u!

heres a smut/spicy story for my fellow horny freaks out there ^_^ (for the ppl saying that i shoulndt post this bc of minors, IM A MINOR MYSELF SO SHUT THE ACTUAL LIVING FUCK UP.) cis female submissive y/n ^_^ OK LES START 💖✨🪩🧁 youre driving to your boyfriends house. its 35 minutes away from your home. its raining and storming. you finally made it to your boyfriend (bf)’s house. he greets you with a hug and a kiss. his friends are there, too. hes having a big party. theres bright lights, strong alchohol, loud music, a big couch, and a flight of stairs leading up to his room.. “HEY EVERYONE!! MY GIRLFRIENDS HERE!!” he tells everyone. you love parties, so everyone is exited that youre there. especially the boys. everyone greets you kindly. (bf) turns up the music. everyone is drinking, partying, dancing, vibing and having a great time. 15 minutes later, everyone is playing truth or dare. “hey (bf), truth or dare?” (bf)s friend (mf) says. “DARE!” (bf) says. “I DARE YOU.. TO GO INTO YOUR ROOM WITH ME, AND Y/N.” “bet.” (bf) says. theyre all upstairs in (bf)’s room, with vodka on the side table next to his bed. “so.. what are we going to do? ;)” you say. “i think i know what we can do.. if yall are game tho.” (bf) says. “i aint no pussy! what is it?” (mf) says. “we can get a bit nasty.. if you know what i mean ;)” (bf) says, winking. “BET.” you and (mf) both say. you all get undressed. you get undressed first. first you take off your oversized, fluffy little twin stars sweater, revealing two huge, juicy, sexy titties being only covered by a very small bra. they bounce as you take off your oversized, light pink sweatpants, revealing one juicy, voluptuous ass and a pink, deep pussy being only covered by small panties. you take the panties and bra off. the boys both think you look so sexy and fuckable. they get a boner just THINKING about fucking you. the boys get undressed next. they both have a six pack and one big, veiny, stiff-as-a-rock dick. you lay down on (bf)’s king sized bed with white, silky bedsheets. “this is my first time with (bf) and (mf).. i wonder what their dicks taste like.” you think as your tits bounce up, and down, and up, and down. you and the boys start making out, them touching your tits and bouncing their cocks in and out and in and out of your pussy. “MPH~ HARDER~ DADDIES~” you say, muffled.you grab the vodka from the side table and take a big swig of it, the boys dicks still bouncing in and out and in and out of your pussy. (mf) takes the vodka bottle out of your hand and takes an even bigger swig. (bf) does the same thing. all 3 of you are drunk now and having a threesome. (bf) puts his dick up to your mouth, asking you to suck the tip. you suck the tip like its the nip of a baby bottle. “mph~ yes~ good girl~” he says, now cumming in your mouth. you suck his dick very hard, it getting even more deeper and cum-covered every suck. you eventually deepthroat him. he cums in your mouth. “good girl~ i lovee how you suck me~” (mf) puts his dick super far up your pussy. “AGH~” you make noises of pleasure. “DEEPER~ (mf) DADDY~” he puts his entire 10 inches into your pussy. you squeal with joy as you deepthroat (bf)’s dick and get (mf)’s dick so far up your uterus that you wont be able to piss for 2 months. “its been 12 hours.. are they okay up there? im gonna go check on them.” (ff) says from downstairs. she walks upstairs and opens the door to find all 3 of you smashing. (ff) doesnt say a word except 3.. “c-can i join?” “the more the merrier 😏” (mf) says. your threesome quickly turns into a foursome. (ff) gets undressed. shes very sexy, just like you, but nothing could EVER compare to you. (mf) and (bf) rub their dicks around (ff)’s vagina, and then (mf) sticks it in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his 10 inches. unlike you, (ff) is very new. (mf) eventually sticks his entire dick in (ff)’s pussy. “AH~ TOO DEEP~ IT HURTS~” (mf) takes his dick out slowley. “you guys are so good at sex~” you say. “do you all wanna date?” everyone agrees. “should we get cleaned up and watch a movie now?” (ff) says. everyone says yes. they all take a shower and the rest of the night was filled with popcorn, daiquiris, cuddles and scary movies. smut made by louie (all pronouns) :]

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~ first .peach story 🎀. : smvt / pvrn you walk into the classroom, arriving late accidentally. you got caught up in an 'assignment' with your boyfriend, nico mr. wilson is waiting at his desk for you, tapping a pen against the wooden surface. "youre late, miss [ ur name ]," he says, with a cold look as you walk in the door. you swallow, nervous for the afterschool tutoring session youre about to do with mr wilson. "sorry, sir. it wont happen again," you say, as you walk to his desk and take a seat next to him. "it better not.." mr wilson says. "now take out your textbooks." you put your textbooks on his desk, your slim and curved body tempting him as your vulnerable body lingers next to him your breasts move up and down as you take small breaths, catching your teacher's attention. you lean over and take a pen out of your bag, back arching in ways mr wilson finds hard to resist. leaning back up and sighing, mr wilson studies your body. "[your name~]," mr wilson inhales softly, and you turn to him, your eyes meeting his you smirk. "hi~" you breathe. "hey there~" mr wilson says gently. you squeeze together your thighs, putting pressure on your pvssy and making you squirm slightly in pleasure mr wilson notices this, and with his years of experience, knows what you're doing. he cant help himself anymore and rests his hand on your knee. you inhale in surprise, exhaling shakily and slowly as your eyes flutter in shock as you follow his hand... up.. up your thigh.. his warm, comforting fingers begin to travel slowly to your inner thighs, and moving towards your pvssy you take a deep breath- and totally unhinged- ask him, "h-have you ever fvcked a student..?" he meets your eyes. "maybe. but all im worrying about rn is if.. i can fvk you... can i...?" you gently grab his wrist and lead it to your pvssy, slipping his fingers under your pants but not your panties. he feels your soaking wet pvssy and inhales in surprise, circling it gently in shock, massaging it softly. you smirk. "does that answer your question?" you ask. "fvk yes.." mr wilson gasps. he picks you up by your thighs and sits you on his desk, pushing aside your textbooks and a few scattered items. your wetness is soaking your panties now, trickling down your thighs slowly this seems to only turn mr wilson on more. he runs his hands under your shirt. and he slips off your top, before unclipping your bra and letting it fall to the surface of the desk. "holy shit." he breathes as he takes in every curve and detail of your huge t!ts. you pull him by his shirt and force him to kiss you, and you feel the wet sensation of his tongue exploring your mouth. you make out with mr wilson for a few minutes, soft moans escaping your lips when you gasp for air in between kisses. his hands explore your body, running up and down your breasts. he squeezes them and rubs them, turning you on more than ever. he then moves down to your neck, giving you hickeys and hot kisses against your neck and eventually your chest and t1ts. you moan and squirm, the pleasure is seething through you. he moves down to your pants, where he unbuttons your jean shorts and slips them down your legs, revealing soaked panties and a pink pvssy buldging underneath them mr wilson can hardly contain himself as he slips off your panties, bringing your flooded pink pvssy into his sight. more wetness trickles down your bikini line and your inner thighs. mr wilson takes his fingers and rubs the outer lips of your clit, loosening it up even though its already loose enough from the amount of liquid streaming out. you moan softly, and he rubs faster and harder, hands pressing as you moan louder and little streams of cvm pour out. he then begins to slide in his fingers, which is where the real pleasure begins, as he slides in 2 fingers at a time. you moan and your body juices coat his fingers. he takes them out and licks them, before shoving in 3 fingers and fingering you. he shoves them in and out extremely fast, making you gasp and whimper in pure delight. he then pushes you on the desk, on your back, and takes off his pants, before his boxers, and you cant keep ur eyes off the boner he has. the next few moments are a blur, his huge dick is shoved inside your pvssy.. you can hardly breathe through the moans that escape from inside you as he grinds his cock inside you and his body against yours. the pleasure is so unreal. he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your sweet spots and all the places that make you feel amazing. you moan loudly and he presses his lips against yours to muffle your whimpers. "fuuckkk...~" his hands roam your body, touching you in all sorts of places as he cvms deep inside of you and you flood the table with your juices he makes out with you and continues to fvck you as he roams your body. this goes on for about an hour. best hour of your life~ -- flw me for more storiess <3 -- ּ . ֶָ֢. luv .peach . ᡣ𐭩

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~ brothers bsf smvt story 🩷. : smvt / prn / 13+ : ~ bcs u guys luvedd the otherss its 2am. your in ur bed, and u blink, waking up from your sleep. rubbing ur eyes, u yawn and feel the need for water. ur hand automatically goes to ur bedside nightstand, but u remember that uve forgotten to bring ur water bottle into ur room. u sigh and throw back ur covers, sitting up in bed. u stand up and walk to the door, opening it, trying not to think about the fact that the cutest guy in school is sleeping over w ur brother as u glance at ur brothers room. the door is closed and the lights are off. u tiptoe down the hallway, trying ur best not to wake ur parents up or the two boys in the room next door. you creep silently down the stairs, past the living room, and into the kitchen.. you turn on the lights on the dim setting, and.. see a fucking outline of a person by the fridge! you clamp your hand over your mouth as a cold shiver runs down ur spine, and you nearly topple over as the figure turns to face you. you make a little yelp as you knock over a plastic cup onto the floor, and the figure turns around fully, revealing itself to be milo, your brothers best friend. you feel incredibly stupid. "clumsy, much?" milo smirks and looks you up and down. you glare. "shut up. someone's gonna hear u." he grins. "just like someone mustve heard that cup you knocked over." you give him a look. "im not usually this clumsy. and besides, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night?" milo shrugs. "ur brother fell asleep like the lame ass he is, so i was bored and wanted a snack. why are you down here?" you glare. "its my house, you dont need to know why im down here." youre clearly still mad about the clumsy comment, because ur a people pleaser and obsessed w looking perfect at all times. milo seems to know ur still mad. "hey, i didnt mean it." he says. "mhm, sure." you go to the fridge and take out ur water bottle, filling it up as the sound of running water echos at the bottom of ur cup suddenly, u feel milo brush against u as he opens the fridge door, his breath hot on ur neck. you squirm slightly and continue to fill up ur water as he rummages through ur fridge. u turn around to walk away but walk smack into milo. it's fucking awkward. "s-sorry," you mutter, heart still kinda fluttering after how close he was to u. "dont be." milo says. you begin to walk back to ur room, when milo calls to u. "wait." you turn around to see what he wants. "whats up?" he walks closer to u before pulling u in by the waist and kissing u, cupping ur cheek w one hand. u lean into the kiss, ur body pressing against his he breaks the kiss, looking into ur eyes. "holy shit.." you breathe softly. he grips ur ass w one hand and forces ur face to make contact w his again, kissing u with passion and his tongue roaming ur mouth. you let out a little sigh/moan and this turns him on, u feel the slight buldge in his pants as ur bodies press together. u break the kiss, gasping for air and breathing heavy, but silently. he leads u to ur room before throwing u on the bed and locking the door, he climbs onto u and starts making out w u. you moan softly and he kisses u again, before putting a finger against ur lips. "shh.." he begs. you nod, understanding the assignment. if your going to do this, u need to be quiet. he takes ur shirt off, tossing it aside as ur breasts point up in the air, he bites ur nipple through ur bra and it takes every bit of sanity and desperation in your body to keep quiet. instead, u grip onto the bedsheets. he unclips ur bra and gently slips it off u, revealing taut, big breasts, pink with arousal. he starts rubbing them, his hands cupping them and rubbing up and down, making your eyes flutter back in satisfaction. quickly, he slips ur pants off and kisses u once more. he throws the pants aside and looks down at ur transparent pink thong, its soaked and ur pussy is flooded, under the thong is ur wet little pink, juicy pussy he slips off the thong, and now ur fully naked. he rubs ur pussy, gently, before going harder, in circles, faster. you squeeze ur eyes shut in pleasure and let out a little gasp. he takes off his pants w one hand while rubbing ur wet outer lips with the other he begins to pump his finger in and out, in and out, making you let out little whimpers of pleasure. he takes out his cock, hard and thick, and begins stroking it. you let out a little moan at the sight~ he gently gets on top of you, his dick pausing at your entrance, milo gently teases ur entrance w it, brushing the tip across your wet pink pussy. you moan softly in desparation, you cant hardly wait any longer..~ he gently presses into you, only the tip goes in and you gasp, begging for more. milo grinds up against your perfect body, his entire 6 in dick shoving into your tight pussy. "fuck, ur tight..~" he groans, thrusting inside of you. you moan and gasp and he presses his lips against yours to muffle your noises. breaking the kiss, he looks at you. "promise youll be quiet, k?" you nod, breathing heavy. he picks up one of ur legs and hoists it in the air, thrusting in and out. his body grinds against yours, and he fills u up with his cum. it drips out of ur pink, juicy pussy, making tiny puddles on the bed. with every thrust, every in-and-out motion, your pussy gets looser and looser, and soon, you cant even hold cum inside of you, it all just keeps spilling out. you gasp and it takes everything you have to keep from moaning, and you begin to let out one, but it gets muffled as he presses his lips against yours. "shh.. baby. ik u cant help it.." he goes harder, faster, and you begin to wonder if u can take this.. "fuuckk..~" he moans. he sends streams of cum flowing inside your pussy, and it comes dripping out. "little miss fucking waterfall.." he mutters as he tries to keep going in and out. you whimper softly and your eyes go back in pleasure as you gasp in desire. he takes his dick out, making you exhale in relief yet wanting more. suddenly, you feel a tongue fucking you from below, swirling in your pussy, milo laps up your body juices, eating you out. your eyes flutter back as he finishes and kisses you once more~ "w-woah~" you sigh, and his hands run up and down your body, touching places that make u see stars~ he french kisses u..~ and u sigh in pleasure as he rubs ur sore pussy, you both dive under ur covers and cover ur naked bodies, u curl up against him and u both fall asleep together ..~ @_jxstkendyl on discord : thanks for reading <3 : ~ luv , peach 🍑.

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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)

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hai i rly wanna be a therian so i got some gear and any tips on how to be a therian? i chose arctic fox and lynx as my theriotypes🫶

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~ roommate - .peach smut story 🍂 : smvt / prn / 13+ : [ context : u and noah have been bsfs for the past 5 years, u both are rlly close and even tho hes usually mean/cold to others, he has a soft spot for u, ofc. its only since the beginning of ur first year at college, when u guys agreed to be roommates, that u started to have feelings for him. ] its a crisp autumn morning, and ur in ur apartment, curled up on the couch under a ghost blanket, with the fireplace crackling, a bowl of pumpkin muffins beside u, ur pjs still on, and a good book sprawled across ur lap. ur not rlly sure where noah is, probably still sleeping in the other room, considering its only 9:00 on a saturday morning. you flip thru the pages of ur book, getting to a spicy part. ur embarrassed to admit to urself that ur getting wet, and you pull back the blanket and slip down ur pj bottoms to reveal a wet spot on ur red thong. ur eyes flutter as u continue reading, and without looking down, u take one hand and slip ur thong down slightly, teasing ur entrance with ur finger and rubbing ur outer lips. you squirm & sigh in pleasure, before inserting half ur finger in, making u gasp. but tbh, its nothing new. youve done this to urself alot, but rlly, the only thing u want is something- someone- else filling up your needy pussy. you put ur whole finger in, then another, making u let out a little moan. you scissor inside urself and pump ur fingers in and out, ur eyes fluttering back in delight. "y/n, i gotta say, even for you, this is hot.." a voice says from behind the couch. you take your fingers out and whip around to see noah standing behind you, in his pjs and his brown hair all messy from sleeping. you flush pink, embarrassed. ur not rlly sure how to feel, embarrassed, turned on, or offended by that little comment. u decide to go with all three, but mostly offended. "what do you mean by 'even for me??'" you snap. noah smirks. "chill, y/n. im just messing w u. he leans down and runs his hand through ur hair. "why dont you keep going? just bc im here doesnt mean u need to stop." you meet his eyes, blushing and unsure. "i-.." you start, before he cuts you off. "unless... you need someone to do it for you." he grins slyly. "uhm.." you begin, but he places a finger on ur lips and climbs over the couch to sit next to u. he slips off ur thong fully, revealing a wet, pink, juicy pussy. "we wont be needing this.." he says, tossing your thong aside. you blush intensely and pinch urself on ur inner thigh just to make sure this isnt a dream. he locks eyes w you before leaning into you and placing a finger on ur chin, dragging ur face towards his and locking his lips onto urs. you exhale and kiss him back, his hands running down ur body, exploring every dip and curve in your perfect hourglass shaped figure. the kisses turn into a makeout, getting more aggressive and passionate. he wraps his hands around your waist and hoists u on his lap so ur facing him, still kissing you. you can feel his rock hard dick buldging thru his pants by ur ass. you let out a little moan as he begins to kiss ur neck, then taking off ur shirt and bra to expose ur big, juicy titties, pink and full. he starts to rub them, biting ur nipple and giving you hickeys on the sides of ur breasts~... you squeeze ur eyes shut and moan softly. this only turns him on more. his hands find their way down to your pussy, where he begins to rub the outer part in circles gradually getting faster and faster. he plays with your outer lips before shoving two fingers inside, making you inhale sharply in desire. he fucks you with his fingers, hitting all your sweet spots as drips of wetness slip out of your tight pussy but yet, you want even more. your hands slide down to the buldge in his pants and he lets out a soft gasp, his fingers still inside ur pussy as he locks eyes w you. "you sure?" he asks. you nod. "im sure." "m-kay princess.." he smirks and moves you beside him as he takes his fingers out, licking ur juices off his hands before taking off his pajama bottoms and boxers, revealing a 6 inch long, thick cock. you get even more wet and turned on as he begins stroking it, and you cant wait any longer. you climb onto his lap, facing him, and sit on his dick, it goes inside your pink pussy and you moan in pleasure. he groans and smirks. "someone's eager..~" he whispers softly. you begin to bounce up and down on his lap, his dick thrusting inside you and precum filling up your pussy. you make little moans and whimpers as you bounce faster, and noah lets out a tiny moan too, he's clearly enjoying this as much as you. he wraps his hands around ur waist and helps u bounce up and down, even faster, filling u up with cum~ u moan and whimper~ "fuckk.." he inhales, running his hands down ur body. cum flows out of ur pussy, making you embarrassed. noah sees u. "its alr.." he whispers, kissing u as you bounce up and down, before getting exhausted and pulling his dick out of ur pussy, cum dripping out, breathing heavy. you curl up against noah, ur naked body exhausted n ur pussy sore. he wraps his arms around u and holds u tight. "you did so good~" he says gently. you smile and nod at the praise, still out of breath. "that- was amazing..~" you sigh. "im glad." he whispers. the rest of the day consists of cuddles, movie marathons, and snacks <3 - luv, peach . <3 discord : angvlrss search *.peach* for more!!

hi everyone its .peach :3 if u enjoy my stories , pls give feedback by using the tag .peach and letting me know if u like them / ideas 🤍. also , u can chat me on dc : @angvlrss make sure to upvote my smvt if u like it ! (click the like button) tysm ! luv , .peach - 🍑 . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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