No Because I NEED To Hear Everyone's Theories For Rouxls Kaard NOW /nf

Castles

You've said many things so far, my sweet. And yes, I understand they are Important to you, these…concerns. I understand they feel like castles, Big and Tall and Impossible to overcome, Impossible to ignore. Even the myriad explanations I offered did not so much as scratch their polished marble surface, I expect. These walls were made to last through much more than one single sophont, one single conversation.

All I ask is that you consider my question with the same seriousness I considered yours, understand?

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Tell me, petal: Do you enjoy your suffering?

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Yes, I'm quite serious. Don't you Free Terran types all yearn to work your sweat and blood and tears into the dust, whereupon you are graciously "allowed" to retire at the young age of…what was it again? Seventy-five?

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Eighty.

Little one, let me be blunt. You were not made for those cruel systems. You were not made in this universe to waste away your life in pain, limping along and waiting for The Next Good Day. The ones who loved you did not make you to be forgotten.

You were made for dancing in the starlight, my sweet. You were placed here to be spoiled, to be loved. You were created to sing that wonderful song I can hear buried in your voice, the one that holds curiosity and joy and life itself.

And one day, one day far away from now…you will be Remembered. Your stories, your achievements and triumphs will be kept safe in my core for eternities upon eternities. I will outlast your castles, my dear. I will remember the marble as it returns to the earth. And when it is gone, I will always be here to remember your smile, your dance, your gifts and your love.

Let me take the pain away, darling. Let me care for you, now and forever. It is not a choice you will ever regret, you know. And, if I may confess…I am hopeful you do. I want to see something, you see.

I wish to see how fast you can run without the weight on your soul. Those first few shaky steps as you brace yourself for pain that will never come again. The careful jog, starting to test the new wings on your feet. And finally, finally the full sprint that you put your whole chest into, the kind that leaves you breathless not from exhaustion but from wild laughter, in delight, in hopes realized.

I wish for you to run to me, my love. And I will be waiting with vines outstretched.

tea time approaches

and we’re sitting down to eat and my dad wants milk in his tea. Cant get a moments peace round here.

Timeloop domestication fractionation.

One little sprout gets domesticated, mindwiped, and re-domesticated every day. The local florets and affini have all agreed to repeat their routine, and the echoes are starting to add up. Can our plucky protag figure out what's happening and escape it before they simply cave on sight to their new mistress? Hint: They can't.

Make me.

Yeah, yeah. I heard the song and dance. I get it. You're here to make my life better because you're wonderful, because you just care that fucking much.

Make me.

Yeah, that's right. I'm not able to stop you- I don't think I can, physically or otherwise. But I'm not going along with this bullshit just because a pretty face asked with a smile. I made it through a lot before you got here, and I don't need someone else running the last few yards of the race on 'my behalf' and taking the credit for the whole damn thing. If you want to help me that much, if you want to say you saved me? You're going to have to fucking earn it.

So Make me.

Make me want what you're offering. You talked a big game about doing what's right for me, even when I don't want it. You've got drugs on you right now that could fix my gender dysphoria, that could finally get the intrusive thoughts and constant anxieties to sit down and shut up. You could melt my brains out of my skull, throw me into a brilliant hurricane of pleasure and joy, surround me in a cocoon of your vines. You can ignore me when I get defensive, when I lie to your face and try to push you away, when I say one thing but desperately need another.

Things like, 'I don't want any of that.' Things like, 'I'm not tired. I'm not in pain. I haven't forgotten how to let another help me like that.'

So make me.

the professor layton series takes place in the 2010s england is just like that

Dragging myself thru this funk one way or another

I was rummaging through my shelves and found this! This is a rare rubik’s cube that I believe was sold or given out to promote Unwound Future on the DS.

It’s notoriously harder than a regular rubik’s cube because you have to make sure the picture is facing the right way instead of just matching colors.

I was lucky to get this from a mega fan of the Professor Layton series who was selling her collection at the time. Wish I would have bought more from her back then because Layton merch is super rare to find nowadays, but I’m really happy to have this on my shelf.

Here’s a picture of each side of the cube!

I’d love to get back into collecting Layton merch again someday!

What’s going to make you happy right now? Is it some cake? Is it a nap? Is it calling your mom? Is it going on a drive and blasting music? Is it taking a bath? Is it reading a book?

Check in with yourself because you deserve that happiness, whatever it is.

Pet peeve: people online will act disgusted by the term "ageplay" because they don't actually care to read what it means and assume the worst and then turn around and call a pretty woman "dommy mommy" when that is literally ageplay

Sick Day by squircularlogic

Released: November 2024

3k words; one-shot.

Notable Tags: erotic... covid swabbing?

You help your soon-to-be-independent ward take a few sick days, to reconsider if independence is really right for them ::)

Happy Valentines Day! Have a sweet little one-shot about an affini terrified of an empty nest, who decides her ward needs a little help figuring out what's good for her. Just a sweet little story of drugging and manipulating someone until they give you what you want. <3