#//keeping it short and sweet!

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: death games

[astrobei]

he’s very tired after his surprise party btw

[strawberrydolly333]

POV: rafe meets your sonny angels

rafe cameron walked into your room only to be met with an army of sonny angels, smiling at him. “shit kid, why the hell do you have these creepy dolls?”

“they’re not dolls rafey, they’re sonny angels!” you said, shoving a starfish one up his face with you smiling at him like the toy itself.

he grabbed it, inspecting the toy. it had wings on its back, buttcheeks completely bare, and its peepee sticking out. “jesus is this what you buy with my card?”

[problemnyatic]

Look, the bottom line is this. You're gonna be wrong and fuck up sometimes, that's just how being human works. No matter what you mean or how much you care, sometimes, you're gonna do something or say something that hurts someone or perpetuates bigotry you don't believe in.

The goal isn't to do no wrong, that's an impossible standard. The mark of "a good person" isn't that they always do good, it's that they're willing to admit when they've failed, done wrong, made a mistake, and they're willing to course-correct when they do.

It's important that you're trying. It's okay to be the bad guy. You don't need to get defensive, you don't need to stake your identity in "person who never does that kind of wrong." You just gotta be able to say "Fuck, my bad, I'm sorry," accept that your behavior didn't reflect your beliefs, and change your behavior so that it better represents who you mean to be.

The less time you spend lingering on whether it feels like people believe you are who you say you are, the more time you can spend getting better at being that person.

Some people will try to tear you down when you make mistakes, they'll try to pigeonhole you as a "bad person," someone whose very existence is defined by doing harm. This isn't your problem, and it's not your responsibility to prove anything to them. They don't have to believe you, and you don't have to appease them. So long as you're willing to accept when you *do* hurt someone, intentional or not, and you're willng to put in the effort to make reparations and change, you'll never "be a bad person."

Let yourself fuck up. All you have to do is course-correct when you notice your actions' impact have strayed from your intentions. The right people will notice that effort, and they'll be proud of you. And perhaps most importantly of all, they'll let you make that effort. Anyone who tells you it's too late to change, to discourage you from improving, or stop you from trying, is not your frend. You don't have to impress them. Ignore them, and let yourself change.

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[strawberry-daiquiris]

hello! max f/lando/oscar for 8 or 27?

oh dear. well. i really liked this prompt. so much that the 'small kink game tumblr prompt fic' is too long for tumblr and is really just 5k of max fewtrell introspection mixed with a bit of coming on someone's hole to make it wet and messy enough to fit.

twisting my stomach into knots

max f/lando/oscar | e | 5k | prompts: double penetration & wet a messy

Bob got somthing to tell you wen you come 2 race Bob somthnig fior us to do Bob youll like it Max isn’t bricking it, exactly, but there’s a bit of trepidation whenever Lando drops hints that he’s got an idea brewing. Sometimes it’s a good one. A life-changingly good one actually, like wanting to set up a business together that’ll keep him wealthy in cyber trucks and distractions. Or it’ll be shit, like wanting to get a guinea pig. They had a name picked out, a special cage on order, before Lando’d dropped the bombshell a week before they were getting him that he was moving to fucking Monaco, and a guinea pig might not be a good idea, after all.

here on ao3

[styllwaters]

This has been sitting in my drafts for long enough and I haven't properly introduced her so here's my girl Lanh. Second protagonist of Vivere 44 (after Vreaz) and second generation Posthuman, first gens like Kota were originally from Earth but Lanh was born on Hanidias. As a result she's heavily entrenched in Arrow culture and is an enthusiastic fan of Arrow skyracing.

She struggles to keep up with her Posthuman peers due to a damaged node disorder that prevents her from being able to split her consciousness multiple ways. She is doing her best though

[erinwantstowrite]

Do you have any tips on writing Peter’s spider sense? The way you write it makes so much more sense than what I’ve attempted lol.

i basically work it as his subconscious "speaking" to him. to peter, this is just a feeling, but to us as readers, we're actually seeing the words. i wanted it to feel like a comic book page in that way because of where the characters come from. so i take note of key words that would be simple to interpret, based on his senses only. things like "look it, jump!, duck!, hear that?, hello, hello friend!, angry?, happy?" i like to keep this short, like the words are somewhere in a comic panel. the "shiver" that he gets or the "tingle" come from the little spider hairs all over his body as they envision the surrounding area through movement and vibrations

so we would have our scene: peter is standing on a baseball pitch, he's on the pitcher's mound and he's determining how to throw the ball to his friend while they practice. it's a little sunny even with a ballcap on, so he turns his head often to get a break from the light. he is aware that other people are practicing on the field behind him and to the side, but as he's throwing the ball back and forth he's not paying too much attention. suddenly-

catch!

his hand shoots out to catch the ball before it can hit his head.

this is possible because subconsciously, he was more aware of his surroundings than his focus thought was aware of. he heard his teammates talking, their sounds of alarm when the ball was hit towards peter, heard the ball coming towards him in the air. he probably also felt the movement in the air as it came towards him. the "catch!" is an alert to the reader that it's happening, but to peter, that was a gut feeling he interpreted based on his heightened senses.

i keep track of where other characters are, what he's standing on and how it would feel if i was standing there. i put myself in his shoes to reason what he would or wouldn't hear, feel, smell, see, etc. i also have to interpret what would be considered as a reflex

the different words used come from different senses. "look it/hear it" and things like are self explanatory. but things like emotions "angry? happy?" come from reading microexpressions, body language, etc. things that peter was already well acquainted with before his powers and now is something intrinsic to his character, to the point he doesn't notice he did it. and "hello" vs "hello friend" is peter getting an overall sense that this person is safe to him.

usually he has to know the other person well in order to tack on that "friend" as a familiar presence that won't hurt him. (if you read the Christmas one shot, this might make sense now why Peter's senses immediately recognized them as "safe people" :3)

another reason i used this was because 1) it was cute and 2) it was far quicker to write that than it was to write out a paragraph of peter interpreting the feeling every time. it's a quick visual and connects the reader as much to peter's spider-sense as he is, like we also have a spider-sense!

[orphicmusings]

tasm! Peter and its maybe two three years after Gwen. He just needs someone to pump his anger and sadness into ;))) Finds what he’s needing in his shy neighbor or Roommate (You pick) who obviously has a crush on him- like she’s so bad at hiding it , it’s hilarious

oh god…….you’ve already nailed one of my niches

peter knew you were attracted to him. he just did. it wasn’t exactly like you were good at hiding it, either. you blushed whenever you had your elevator small talk, he knew even in the early days that he moved in. but then he started to get closer, and had his hunch confirmed. the way you’d giggle nervously every time he invited you in, how you’d fidget your hands and play with your hair when you talked to him. it’s not like he was good at this thing, you certainly had that in common, so it took a long time for him to confront you about it. 

one night he couldn’t take it anymore. you guys were hanging out in his apartment, talking as usual.

“and i swear to god, i was so hard.” he shook his head immediately. “no,no — wow, i-i meant it, not…” and you were laughing at him, but you were also bright red. if he focused his senses enough, he could hear your heartbeat hammering in your chest. he just said it.

“are you attracted to me?” he asked, the words flying out of his mouth faster than he can catch them.

“is…is it that obvious?” you looked embarrassed, fully red and eyes trained on the ground. he let his urge to comfort you carry him, sitting next to you on the couch.

“a…a little?” he winced a bit as he told her the truth. “but it’s okay, because…” he put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile and took a deep breath. “i feel the same way about you.”

that’s how you ended up in his bed, well, after practically falling on it with him on top of you, unable to stop kissing him.

“that’s it, bunny.” he rasped, pumping his long, delicate fingers into you, reaching that spot you never could. “why…why bunny?” you asked breathlessly, your brain almost completely forgetting how to form sentences. he rubbed firm circles on your clit and made you whine, squirming under his hold. he leaned in over your face.

“well, you’re shy, and you’re cute…but now you’re whining for me like a little puppy.” his voice was like velvet to you in this moment, your hand gripping his wrist, keeping him in place as you bucked your hips against him. he giggled. “i’m not goin’ anywhere…now that i have you, i might have a hard time letting you go.” he looked into your eyes, and you felt that you losing yourself to the edge, spilling all over his fingers. and when you did, he had the audacity to say “atta girl.”

[papaziggy-devblog]

So this should go without saying but I guess I have to say it anyway

I do NOT condone any of the actual behaviors seen in mine or any other yan-based media RL... this includes gaslighted, emotional manipulation, coercion, baby trapping, or ANYTHING like that

And I FULLY believe if these are things that you desire RL either in giving or receiving ends then you need to seek some sort of mental help immediately

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[woosansang]

a collection of incredible, life changing, discord dm spam worthy seonghwas ♡ happy birthday to one of my favourite people, fio @hwanswerland ♡

[bu99erfly]

BRITNEY SPEARS OVERPROTECTED, 2001

[postmortemnivis]

“it’s just a girl harmonising with her fan”

so close! it’s actually simon who has to come back to base after johnnys death, his best mates blood still on his vest and hands. hands, because he even took off his gloves, thinking it’d save him.

the barracks have never felt and sounded so silent, even the light buzzing of the led lights is quiet.

simon opens the door to johnnys room in his usual silence, but this time he’s not knocking on the door and asking johnny if he fancies a fag outside, he’s sitting down on his bed in a trance. looking down between his leather boots he notices some dark red, dry spots. his eyes immediately go somewhere else. his throat dries and his eyes start to sting. he decides to leave the room immediately.

his brain hasn’t registered yet that price will soon come and tell him to put johnnys stuff in cardboard boxes and ship them to his family. no, simon could never. he’d get on the first train and bring johnnys mother her boy’s stuff himself.

simon takes johnnys journal from under his pillow, he knows it’s there, he’s seen him hide it there so many times. flipping through the pages he finds unlinked quotes, thoughts and many, many drawings. sketches. polaroid photos and digital ones. a few flowers pressed between some pages and even ferry tickets, receipts. trinkets.

“simon.” kyle’s voice calls him from the door he left open without noticing. “simon.”

“wha’?”

“captain wants to talk to us.” the man replies. “to you.”

“tell ‘im m’busy.” simon grunts, closing the journal and holding it tightly in his hand.

“simon…”

“did i stutter?”

kyle raises his arms in defeat. before leaving the room he takes a glance around what used to be johnnys personal space, where he and him had gotten drunk in the middle of the night countless times during the years. “do as you please, lt.” he sighs.

simon looks at kyle as he quietly shuts the door.

simon sniffles, and a whiff of johnnys aftershave reaches his nostrils. he coughs it out, hoping to get it out of his system, it burns his lungs like smoke and makes him sick.

[g00dgraces]

“adore me, hold me and explore me, mark your territory, tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one”

— ⋆˚₊ 𖤓 aoife molloy x juno

[whatwooshkai]

hey!!! could i request a 6 for the smoke and mirrors ask game? or really whatever number hasn't been requested yet lol

No one knows how it started. No one ever does.

And yet, here they are, listening to Heatwave and Chase argue about something petty again.

"Ooh, trouble in paradise," Blades croons, letting his helm loll over the back of the couch. "Mom and Dad are fighting again."

Boulder heaves a full frame sigh from next to him.

Heatwave and Chase have long since shorted out their universal translators, as they can't handle the amount of words being spit out at once, now the humans are watching on in a mix of confusion and fascination.

But it's not like Blades can really understand it either. Both Heatwave and Chase have really thick regional accents that tend to come out in full force when they fight, and they start slipping back into their mother languages the further and further they get into it.

The problem is, neither of them speak the other's.

"What are they arguing about?" Cody hazards to ask, wandering up to the couch. "They stopped speaking English a while ago."

"They never started," Blades mutters. "But I don't know. For Chase, I think he's speaking Iaconi, but I have no idea what Heatwave's speaking."

"They're speaking different languages?" Dani wanders over, putting her hands on her hips. "I thought you guys only had one language on Cybertron."

"I hope you realize how stupid that sounds," Blades drawls, and Dani at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed. "Of course we have different languages. We speak what the titans spoke."

"The titans?" Dani and Cody ask at the same time.

Blades sighs. "Boulder, you know more about this," he says, tapping the mech's shoulder. "Linguistics and shit. History."

The argument seems to be winding down, as Heatwave is taking deep vents and is clearly waiting for Chase to stop calmly speaking in a language he doesn't understand.

Boulder perks up almost immediately. "Hold on," they say, beginning to pull datapads from their subspace. "Let me pull up stuff on the titans. It really is incredibly interesting, there's a great article in here about language and how if it's instinctual only to sparks from hot spots or learned, and the difference between language code between cold constructs, forged mechs, and those who's sparks were born of bonds-"

Dani's gone visibly pale while Cody has absolutely lit up, immediately peppering Boulder with questions.

Blades sighs and turns back to the TV. With all that taken care of, he can finally get back to his game.