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[allsadnshit]

Nutcracker ballet papercuts 2025

[elliescoquettegirl]

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐒

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞:

You thought starting university would somehow fill this void inside you. But it didn't. You're even more unsure of yourself and stuck in your own head. Away from your family and friends, in a city you've never been in before. You thought making friends would be easy, but everything feels like a wall around you slowly moving closer, trapping you there. Literature, films and stories of older generations painted it to be one of the best years of your life. Getting in felt good, even if applying there was done on a whim. You were drunk at a bar with your friends when you accepted it. Hearing whispers of something better ahead as you clicked accept.

People in class are passionate about their studies, already having a plan after getting their degree, while you're there planning the next day, hoping to survive. Everyone is so talkative, already hanging out during their free time. Talking about the crazy bar nights they've had during the weekend, when what you've done is just lay in bed. You did join them sometimes, you could tell they wanted to know you but when you were out, everything felt robotic. You laughed when they laughed even if you didn't find something funny. The conversations always ending up being background noise, you'd just nod to make them think you were listening. Your anxiety constantly hanging in the air — thick, inescapable and you breathed it in. Their way of speaking, always signaling how sure of themselves they were. Although there was a possibility of it being a fasade, it didn't stop the insecurity from sinking in.

You got a job at a bar just so you could occupy your weekends with something. The bar was perfect, far away from campus so there would be little to no chance of you running into familiar faces. The thought of having to make small talk, while being stuck there with a classmate making something clench deep in your gut. The only familiar face you'd encounter at work being Ellie, that studied a year above you. When you began working there you would usually leave work at the same time that she arrived, only throwing quick glances at each other. The glances evolving into intense eye contact that would last a bit longer than it should. You were always the one to break the eye contact. Each time you would break it by quickly looking away, give an awkward smile and go back to pretending to focus on whatever you were working on. You probably looked dumb half the time, trying to look focused while cutting up a lemon or cleaning up the bar counter, like that takes any effort.

After those small interactions you would always lay in bed thinking about her. The way she moved with such grace. How she charmed everyone around her, instantly pulling people towards her. She was beautiful, breathtaking even. You liked that her eyes were so expressive. She's every sapphics dream. Confident but humble, childish, always fooling around but not in an obnoxious way. The two of you barely spoke, just a casual hi or have a good night. She always had a cigarette tucked between her lips and her hair pulled into in a messy half bun. The tattoo on her arm, that she always left exposed with her rolled up shirt sleeve, you would sometimes by pure instinct start drawing in your journal. A moth. You would rip up the pages and throw it in the trash. Like that would change anything about the fact that she was on your mind too much. Someone you barely knew or hadn't even spoken to.

Last week your boss had approached you, asking if you would consider switching schedules with someone else. So now you have been rescheduled to work closing shifts with her every Sunday. Breathing heavily and your legs aching from pedaling on your bike like your life depended on it as you arrived at the bar. The summer's final warmth, your face damp causing your bangs to stick to your forehead. Before walking in you tried to adjust them, this exact moment being a reminder to not cut your bangs again. You had tried to grow them out for a year, failing every time. In a moment of weakness at three am you'd always end up in front of the bathroom, scissor in hand. When you walked into the bar, Ellie was crunched forward, both elbows resting against the table whilst talking to a regular. Ellie cursed, laughed loud and even hit the customer against their shoulder when they said something funny. You wished you could be that relaxed, instead you would just hand them their drinks and speak kindly. Throwing out thank yous. Sometimes, you tried to make an effort but it just seemed too fake and the customers would notice it too. She tilted her head towards you and when you were close enough for her to finally speak, all she said was the obvious, that you were late. Her voice, gentle and raspy. She wore the usual attire, pants and buttoned up shirt, with rolled up sleeves. You didn't bother replying, knowing you would not be quick enough with coming up with a lie as to why you were late. The truth is why you were late was because you kept fixing your appearance.

The bar was practically empty. Usually during shifts like these all you would do was clean off tables or scroll mindlessly on your phone. You start going around the tables and picking up empty glasses and asking if anyone wants something. Someone ordered a glass of wine and when you went behind the counter you couldn't find it.

“I cant find this bottle of wine, are we all out?” you said.

She was still making conversation with the regular, so she excused herself and started scanning the shelves.

“Did you check the wine fridge?” Ellie asked, with a tone that probably wasn't intentional, but one that made you feel stupid. You shook your head confused since you had never been there, which you also told her. She started walking off, signaling for you to go with her. She had such a distinct walking style, if you had seen her in a crowd of people you would know it was her from an instant. Ellie opened the door to a room with fridges filled with beverages. You let out a small laugh, Ellie played with her hands and looked at you.

“Well I feel stupid now” you said.

“Havent you been working here for weeks?”, she said.

“Yeah but nothings been empty?”, you said a bit annoyed. Your arms crossing over your chest, using them as a shield.

“That explains why I've had to fill the shelves a lot more recently” she mumbled, shaking her head jokingly. It was meant as a joke, but it still left you feeling anxious.

“Oh i’m sorry”, you mumbled back covering your mouth with your hand. She walked towards you, took your hand from your face, cupping it with her hands and reassured you that it's fine. She stood so close now, her facial features even prettier up close. She had a few scars, the eyebrow slit you had seen before, which was hot as fuck but she also had smaller ones across her cheek and one under her other eyebrow. You wondered where they came from, you wish you could ask her. She was also studying your features. The sudden ring of the bell at the counter shattered the tension, ending the silent stare off between you two. She let go of your hand, her eyes widening lightly, surprised at her own doing. She lifted her shoulders and tried to brace herself confidently. She let out a quiet awkward laugh, one you have not heard before, not tonight or all the times you have eavesdropped on conversations she had with regulars or other colleagues. This made you feel more sure of yourself in relation to her, having a glimpse of her vulnerability, even if it was just a hint of insecurity for a second.

The rest of the shift was quiet, not an awkward silence though. Her playlist played low throughout the bar speakers. Ellies hand, still imprinted on yours. When customers left and you began closing the tension in the room shifted quickly. Ellie felt tense and she kept dropping things, looking at you to see if you noticed and you pretended not to. You did not really understand what was going on but suddenly it felt like maybe she was feeling exactly like you were. But perhaps she was tired, it was past midnight after all. You're scrubbing off sticky liquor from a table when Ellie finally breaks the silence.

“Are you doing something tonight?” she said with a low tone, scratching her neck.

You replied with a "no" that sounded too desperate.

“Alright then let's go” she grinned and grabbed her leather jacket from a bar stool. The leatherjacket you had seen her wear once when she passed by you as you were heading home. The jacket looked worn but not by her, from someone else. Still, it sat on her like it was made for her. You tossed the rag into the sink and grabbed your things. You didn't know where you were going but she walked towards her car.

The drive was peaceful. The same playlist again and her humming along to the songs. One hand on the steering wheel and her tattooed arm rested on her thigh. She kept looking over and opening her mouth several times, like she was gonna say something but then decided not to. Eventually she did though.

"So why have you never tried to speak to me?” she asked, with one eyebrow tilted up slightly, teasingly.

“I don't know?” you said with the know drawn out. You knew why but of course you couldn't tell her. She studied you and it felt like she saw through that answer.

Just as you thought that she said “That's not an answer” while lighting a cigarette. This woman was like a goddamn chimney. She always smelt like cigarettes, a smell you usually hated, but on her it was fine. She also smelt like chestnut? Woody? You swore it smelled like this one margiela fragrance you had tried on once.

“I really don't know Ellie” you said with annoyance. The way her name rolled on your tongue felt so right.

Ellie didn't say anything, too focused on parking her car. And perhaps not in the mood to try getting a forced answer out of you — perhaps she already knew.

The bar was dark, echoes of drunk voices everywhere. Why were there so many people drunk on a sunday, you thought. But maybe just like you, they had just finished their shift with their hot coworker that they can't stop thinking about. The thought of that calms you down in some weird way. That everyone else in there, drowned their utter panic from the intimidation of someone else in alcohol just like you were about to. It was crowded and Ellie grabbed your hand as she guided you to the bar counter. It happened too fast, you didn't have time to react or even notice. The bartender recognized her and skipped other people waiting in line, just to take her order. She got you both whiskey neat which was bold of her to assume that is something you drink, but she was right. When you were seated you drank fast, big gulps, throat burning. Touching your hair, adjusting your clothes and looking around anxiously.

Ellie let out a tiny wheeze and said “relax”. You were being so easy to read right now.

You said “I am relaxed”.

Ellie shrugged and kept up to your drinking pace. Three glasses down and conversation suddenly was a lot easier. Not the conversation turning into background, no fake smiles. You could be yourself for the first time in a long time. Your whole body warm, drunk on her and the whiskey. She asked you about why you chose this major, instead of making it a simple answer you started rambling, because you felt comfortable with her, because you were drunk. You spoke about the major and everything else. You talked about how you were kind of regretting it. You told her about your other aspirations, that there were so many choices but only one life and so many opportunities. You spoke about Sylvia Plath's fig tree, how depressing it is that you only get to live so little in such a short time and that every choice you make is so important. How are you supposed to choose just one or a few things? Caught up in your own drunk slurring words, she interrupted you.

“Rather melodramatic aren't you?” she said as she leaned closer to you. Her green eyes pierced into yours. The tone in which she had said it had your thighs burning and her cold hand brushed against it in circular motions until it eventually stayed there. She studied your reaction as her other hand played with her glass. You literally cannot come up with a response, your mind completely blurred and body reacting in such a strong way it's affecting your cognitive function. She stood up, grabbing your hand again, leading you out the door of the bar.

The sound of drunk voices slowly disappearing, the closer you got to her car. She pinned you against it. Her hands, like clockwork, landed instantly on your hips. Her grip was hard, pinching your hipbone, like she was afraid you might run away. She smirked at you and leaned in slowly, her lips crashing into yours. You could taste the cigarette and liquor on her lips. Despite her mouth being filled with smoke at any given moment, her mouth was still damp and her tongue soft, in your mouth. Soft moans in between the wet noises of your lips clashing back and forth, exchanging saliva. You bit her lower lip gently and she whimpered. The kiss was interrupted by loud drunken laughs in the distance. Ellie looked back and then at you again. Her gaze shifting between your lips and eyes. She grabbed the side of your neck and gently rubbed it with her thumb. Her body, still pinned tightly against you. You were scared she could feel your pulsating clit through your two layers of fabric — which of course wasn't possible.

She opened the door to the backseat of her car and pushed you, getting on top of you. The kiss and the touching all felt so desperate. You had been yearning for this and so had Ellie. Her hands were moving everywhere frantically, going up and down your ribs, stroking over your breast. Your hands traveling up and down her back, grabbing her hair and stroking her jaw with your thumb. She stroked circles on your inner thigh while placing kisses down your jaw. The air in the car is humid, your bodies sweaty. Ellie took off your shirt and pants desperately and the sight of you in only your lingerie made her clit pulsate and her already damp underwear even more soaked. You were delusional enough that you had put on your sluttiest underwear, daydreaming of the possibility of her undressing you tonight — after all maybe you weren't delusional when you made that move. She took off your bra. Placing kisses on your breast, cupping the other with her hand, pinching your nipple. Soft moans escaping your mouth. She made soft hums with her raspy voice, you could literally come right there on the spot. You were high on the arousal, her hand drowsily moving towards your aching pussy. Your hips working their way towards her hand.

“So impatient” she murmured into your breasts leaning in to kiss you.

“Oh shut up”, was the only thing you could come up with as a response.

You unbuttoned her pants which made her gasp into your mouth. She slid down your panties, caressing your slick warmth with tenderness.

She moaned out “So wet for me already?” in between your kisses. Ellie was wet too and you both in sync started rubbing each others clit. The sound of messy moans and distant chatter from people outside the bar was the only thing you could hear. Every move Ellie made was completely right. You hadn't been this horny in months and if she didn't stop you would come. In order to save yourself from not ruining this sacred hot moment by already coming, you sat up and pinned her down instead. Quickly taking off her pants and unbuttoning her shirt. Revealing her whole tattoo and her toned stomach. You almost moaned at the sight. Ellie, so turned on by your sudden move to pin her down, watch as your hands travel across her body. You kiss down her neck and bite her ear lightly, causing her to whimper. Your drunk sloppy kisses traveled across her toned stomach. Murmurs of your name in between her soft moans. You pull off her soaking panties and start placing kisses on her inner thigh, her hips jolting towards your face in an attempt for her pussy to reach your mouth.

“So impatient” you say, face buried between her thighs, repeating what she had said to you before. You placed soft kisses across her soaked pussy, and slowly started using your tongue. Ellie grabbed your hair into a bun in her hand, grasping onto to it harder when your tongue found her right spots. You didn't mind the pain, it was proof of the pleasure you were giving her. You looked up, her eyes already piercing into you. She yanked your face into her pussy, buring you there.

“You look so good eating me out” she said, you whimper into her pussy from her intoxicating words. Her thighs pressed against your cheeks. The way they started to shake after a few minutes. Her moans becoming loudier and messier.

“Feels so good, keep going like that” she said. You moaned loud into her pussy, swaying and buckling your own hips, trying to chase any kind of stimulation. The pace of your tongue increasing, as you started rubbing with your fingers against her entrance. Her gaze never left you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. You entered her slowly, watching her eyes roll back. Your fingers pumping in and out her, hitting that spongy spot. She didn't need to tell you she was coming, you could feel it. Her pussy clenching. You looked up to see her head leaned back, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. Messy moans and curse words are all that can be heard along with the wet noises from her pussy. The pace of your tongue and fingers slowing down, helping Ellie ride out her high.

When she came undone for you, you wiped off some of her residue off your face and reached for her lips. The kiss was sloppy, her lips warm and soft. She sat up slowly, eyes not leaving yours and clapped on her thigh lightly as she spread them.

“Come here” she said.

You did what you were told and you straddled her, kissing her passionately, her fingers entering inside you with no warning. She commented on how wet you were for her. You jolted back a bit and began swaying your hips in sync of her fingers pumping in and out of you. Ellies unoccupied hand cupping your ass, slapping it lightly. Strands of salvia between you when your lips part in inbetween kisses. And the taste of her pussy lingering on both your lips from before. She rubs your clit with her thumb in slow circular motions. Your mouth is dry from moaning so much. She watches you the whole time. The faces you make as desperate sounds come from you. How her tattooed arm looks placed between your thighs. The way your breasts bounce as you ride her fingers. You burrowed yourself in her neck, moaning into her ear. She grabbed your jaw and told you to open your mouth, when you did, she spit in it. You moaned, it was all you could do. You've never had something so filthy done to you before and it turned you on immensely. You break the kiss and look down at her. The sight of her beneath you, sweaty with her brows furrowed, her bottom lip in between her teeth, focused on your pleasure. She's so fucking beautiful. Your body is so tense, pleasure overwhelming, you could fall apart on her at any moment. She felt it too. Electricity sending throughout your whole body. Your eyes never leave hers. You moaned out her name and god knows what else, your mind clouded with pleasure.

You came, hard, Ellie praising you through it. “Thats it come for me” she said.

When you were done, she gently pulled her fingers out of you which caused you to shiver. You kissed, slowly, with no rush this time. The air and your lips filled with the aftertaste of both your orgasms and cigarettes.

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NOT PROOFREAD

i wrote this a month ago but i've been too nervous to post but fuck it. second time ever writing smut or even a fic (for others to see). english isn't my first language and i'm still trying to find my own writing style, i'll gladly take constructive criticism.

[megaarn]

Theme songs for spy ships but I don't give context for why I picked them Spy x Soldier - National Anthem (Demo) - Lana Del Ray Spy x Pyro - Rapture - Blondie Spy x Scout's Ma - The Winner Takes It All - ABBA Spy x Demoman - Watermelon - John and Jane Q. Public Spy x Heavy - Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinatra Spy x Engineer - You Should Probably Leave - Chris Stapleton Spy x Medic - Why Do You Let Me Stay Here - She & Him Spy x Sniper - You're Dead - Norma Tanega Spy x Spy - Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths Spy x Miss Pauling - Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives

[halfwayriight]

Chester in the 'Friendly Fire' music video 💚

[thefugitivesaint]

Erik Ruin, 'Dark Times', 2023 "The text is taken from a series of poems by Bertholdt Brecht entitled "The Svendborg Poems", written during his exile in Denmark during World War 2." (Source)

[ferromagnetico]

you look lonely

[thnks-4-th-vnm]

Kinda buns elevator hitch interpretations/theories

‼️ Content warnings ‼️

- Spoilers for the secret ending 🟥

- Abuse 🟧

- Religious trauma 🟨

- Mentions of derealization 🟩

- Discrimination 🟦

🟧 Escape 🟧

at the end of the game, where protag looks scared and defeated and says "I need this job," it reminds me of flashbacks, so I think his mom would say things like "you cant leave me, you need me and your father."

Getting out of the elevator is thinking he escaped. Being told he needs this job is manipulating. Going back into the elevator is starting the cycle again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

from one abuse cycle to the next. it doesn't end, does it? there will always be manipulation, there will always be abuse.

It's a circle.

Hole

another part of the game is having to feed something in a hole something alive. this could symbolize needing to give up any little spark you have to the hole. Needing to give up the light in your eyes so you can be the perfect child/employee/person

Dark

Careful where you step. If you're unaware of your surroundings, you'll get hurt.

Eaten

it symbolizes the way you have to "sweeten the deal" with others to get what you're asking for? or you have to suck up to them so they don't treat you like shit/chew you alive? like if you don't hide your true intentions/needs you'll get eaten alive

🟧🟨 Parents 🟨🟧

the goal is to find a sleeping pill before you make noise more then three times. If you fail to find the pill, your mom enters the room. you don't see what she looks like, just a distorted shadow figure. you see protags face looking terrified before you get a black screen with "[Ending 4: Parents.]" There is also a cross on the wall of the room, and when you interact with it, protag looks extremely uncomfortable, and I believe this is a heavy indicator of religious trauma, I believe that protag had abusive parents, specifically his mom.

I believe it was only his mom, because if you look under the bed, you find an old crawling of him, an angry monster and a quiet monster. I believe these monsters symbolize his parents, the angry one being his mom.

and at the end of the game, where protag looks scared and defeated and says "I need this job," it reminds me of flashbacks, so I think his mom would say things like "you cant leave me, you need me and your father."

Radiation

There is another floor where its like a nuclear waste plant or something. This could mean that corporate life is toxic, the people around you acting fake and shitty, slowly poisoning your life, bosses taking advantage of you, etc.

Rejected

I think it symbolizes the way you get destroyed if you don't meet someone's expectations. They will brutalize you, harass you, bully you, etc. Even when the expectations are completely arbitrary. Like how the resume expects you to know that having a functional kidney is most important you'll show how upset you feel when you get rejected, and they will grab onto that like a mf and use it against you.They'll destroy you for not being "perfect”

And for the floor itself: but a lot of stuff in it seems fake. the chair is glued to the ground, and the computer is cardboard. this could symbolize cooperate life as being dry and stiff, nothing changing, everyone around you acting fake and cheerful.

Butchered

if you try seeing what a person is truly like, you have the possibility of getting caught up in how toxic they are? those who don't perform well enough/can't keep up with the company's expectations, theyll get cut up/discarded like cattle

Stranger Danger

you meet doppelgangers of you and the coworker. in the first encounter, you lose no matter what. The Doppler are stuck in an elevator too, but they've been there for months. They take your place to escape, leaving you and coworker to rot in the elevator. this could mean that trusting others can lead to your demise. they could throw you under the bus and blame you for something, or put an unhealthy workload on you.

you go to the same floor again, but this time, if you play your cards right, you get the scissors and don't switch places. coworker tells you to "crack the weaker ones first, then negotiate for what you need." Once you get the scissors, coworker states that “That was cold-blooded newbie. you'd make a great employee here." which symbolizes the way you need to be absolutely ruthless in corporate life so you can survive; its live or die in that life, and sometimes you have to be brutal in order to keep living.

Fall

You need to be careful. Others can lead you to getting hurt. Normal guy asking if protag wants to take a seat is a perfect example; he knew that protag would fall to his death.

HELP

when protag gets shot after pushing the sos buzzer, it could signify the way people can shoot down your requests for help/Treat you like shit when you reach out for help.

There will be signs of you're asking for help from the wrong person. The Morse code for “LEAVE” and the “I love you” are indicators that something is wrong, and you can either not notice it, choose to ignore it, or take it as a warning and back off.

No smoking

Maybe it symbolizes how some people will get so focused on something, like tunnel vision, they can end up hurting themself and others.

Real

🟩 It could symbolize derealization

“He isn't real. None of this is real.” 🟩

or it's paranoia

"He doesn't actually like me. he was just using me.”

or it's fake friends

"You were just using me"

"yeah, no shit.”

Hired

Changing others if they arent “perfect.” Turning them into a husk of a human being so they can do what you want them to do; morphing them to fit others needs.

🟥 Ending 15 🟥

the game breaks. it's just him running. He's running and running, but it never stops. He can't escape; it doesn't end. No matter how many times you try, you will likely end up failing.

Even if it looks like an exit, it's not. It's just another entrance.

It's an endless cycle.

TRANS THEORY!

dopple coworker had beard stubble. antag (dopple protag) did not. yes, there were scissors in the elevator, but with the way antag was disheveled, I don't think he would care enough to shave with the scissors.

in a different game, (married in red,) there is a female that looks like him. some people think that this is him pre-transition, especially with the whole “without a hitch” or whatever the quote was

🟧🟨 This would also play into the abuse and religious trauma if the parents were conservative. 🟨🟧

🟦 If his parents were conservative, they would not let a boy have a pink room. 🟦

[no-name-blu]