#-looking at them hurts my eyes)

[hinamie]

brighter days ahead

[bertoyana]

X-MEN: DAYS OF THE FUTURE PAST (2014)

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Kala is filing a complaint

[acnologias-ass]

The rest of my color palette requests! Didn't expect to draw so many tbh 😆 (p. 2)

[wraithdance]

I’m not Kesha, I hate your beard

Cw: it’s pure unedited smut. Nobody look at me I’m not doing well. Price or Keller pick your poison style, afab!reader, mentions of readers vagina, oral sex, a lil consensual (light) choking if you’re nasty. I hate myself for this :(

MDNI as always, don’t annoy me

You weren’t joking when you told him you hated his facial hair. It comes as a surprise that despite your rude comment he still manages to get you under him and soaking his beard.

The moans he emits as he licks and sucks your cunt are obscene. Coupled with your compulsive grinding against his mouth you’re dizzy with gut punching want. The sides of his beard is scratchy against your sensitive inner thighs but you can only stretch your legs so far apart to escape the sensation.

Especially when he sucks your clit with definitive pulls that has you clasping his head between your knees in a vice grip.

Light colored eyes hold yours in as he lifts his head just enough to be seen over the mound of your pussy. Your legs shake observing the slick and shiny layer dampening his mouth and beard. He gives you a knowing smirk making a show of licking his lips.

“You taste so good doll.”

keening out a half gasp you hiss a ‘please shut up’ that has him pinching your thigh in reproach. He tells you to be nice (demands it, really) and it’s an order you’re fine with following, especially when he shoves his tongue as far as he can into your cunt.

You whine when he removes the muscle only to sigh when he replaces it with a plug of his thick fingers. He’s pumping two digits out of your clenching sex driving more hot cum into his palm and mouth.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head when his mustache grazes over your clit when he parts your folds with slow flat licks.

His eyes dilate while he watches your body tremble at the force of your orgasm. His hands wrap around your thighs holding your thrashing legs still as he licks you through tremors. Your vision blacks out when he places a fat kiss and light nip to the skin above your clit.

When you come to seconds later he’s bullying his hips between yours and sinking inside you with one long fluid motion.

The sound you make is choked and he coos encouraging words that has your eyes prickling with tears. When the hilt of his cock finally makes it over the threshold of your cunt he rocks into you with a slow punch. You’re crying out, hand shooting below to stop the forward thrust of his hips.

He just removes it, pressing a kiss into your palm and fucks into you without abandon.

“Fuck oh fuck!” you’re crying and twisting your fingers in the sheets below you. He won’t let you scooch up the bed very far to avoid his thrusts. He drops more of his weight on your lower half and it flattens your legs to the bed and puts another centimeter of thick cock inside you.

You’re loud and scratching against any part of him you can reach. His face lights up in humor and his beard twitches as he smiles down at you. He nuzzles your cheek with his nose uncaring about the wet tears trailing down your chin.

“That’s it sweet thing you got it. You can take it. Give me a kiss.”

Your unfocused eyes meet his and you try to meet his lips in a kiss but he pulls away leaving you confused. He chuckles and smooths a finger down the curve of your nose slowing his rutting into a slower pace.

“Not there sweet thing. Kiss my beard”

You scowl. It’s not nearly as menacing as you’d like given you were speared open by his thick cock but you give the energy you can.

He looks at you with mirth in his eyes and shifts to his knees. You’re about to protest believing he’d be so petty as to pull out because you won’t kiss his stupid beard but he instead maneuvers you into a mating press.

“Jesus- FUCK!”

He laughs. His hand finds his way to the base of your neck and lightly puts pressure on the sides of your throat. You know he can feel your heart beating frantically like a frightened bird but you’re too focused on the feel of being stretched with your knees to your chest.

His face crowds yours and he kisses your nose.

“C’mon doll just a little kiss. Promise it won’t bite. I’ll give you something nice after.”

Your cunt spasms around him and he chuckles. You hate yourself for the chaste kiss you embed on his cheek and the next one you place on his chin below his mouth.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss that makes you dizzy. He tightens the grasp he has on your throat and adjusts his weight.

“Don’t hold back your screams, I want to hear how I make this cunt feel.”

He plunges inside of you before you can retort. He makes you cum on his face twice more before the night is over.

[tariah23]

:/

[wowa-bublord]

Is it

Aerith: Can we keep him mom?!

Or is it more

Ifalna: Is anyone gonna raise this sad child? (Doesn't wait for a response)

it's like this :D

Ifalna finds sephiroth while she's escaping. He's initially hesitant to escape with them, hopeless and defeated by the monstrous abuse he's suffered under the hands of Hojo and ShinRa, he's afraid to leave out of fear that he'll be found and hurt. But when he sees Aerith, he realizes that if he doesn't help them she could grow up to experience the same horrors he has.

[qpjianghu]

(...but what if I was?)

Li Lianhua / Li Xiangyi | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

No. Please. A century I have known naught but sorrow; rage. A century have I been Ketheric's captive. Release me. I beg you.

A bit that I find really heartbreaking happens if you try to leave the dialogue with Aylin in her Shadowfell prison, after you've convinced her you're not a Sharran. This is mere seconds after she was smirking at you with:

She sounds genuinely afraid that you, the only person in over a hundred years who isn't there to ritualistically kill her or torment her in some unthinkable way, are about to abandon her. In sheer contrast to all the brave posturing and proud defiance she was demonstrating not moments before, all the blustering and insisting that she, immortal, will simply outlast all of you, that this affects her not a bit and is in fact nothing in the grand scope of her life (which we later see is actually rather painfully untrue).

[mo-nmage]

oh BROTHER.. those are some insane heart eyes

[kelin-is-writing]

OHH THIS MAN IS WAY TOO IMMACULATE I FEAR!!!!

[seagull-scribbles]

I want you to tell ‘em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like sore middle fingers

[Continuation of this]

[moeblob]

I am really tired of a situation rn.

[chiyana]

Jon: Damian, I have a suggestion that you're going to hate, but I need you to bear with me and seriously consider it Damian: very well Jon: *takes a deep breath* I think we should go on an adventure with our brothers (Kon and Tim) instead of our dads Damian: *visibly vibrating with anger* *deep inhale* ...eXpLaIn Jon: our dads are constantly talking about responsibility and the importance of a well-balanced SuperBat partnership, working together as a single unit and approaching things seriously Damian: they are respected heroes, above reproach in their conduct and two of the three main founders of the Justice League Damian: meanwhile our "brothers", as you say, have a public history of being reckless and idiotic when teamed up together and are regularly involved in inane, useless shenanigans Jon: they would let us ride laser dinosaurs into battle without question Damian: they- Damian: -later- Damian: father Jon and I are going on an adventure with Drake and his clone boy

[yellowocaballero]

Been a fan of your fics for YEARS. I was just telling my friend how despite how much I read fics I never actually love them, with some of your fics (especially TMA) as the exception. Felt the need to reread some of them and saw you reblogged some ISAT fanart. So. Any thoughts on ISAT you'd like to share?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! So happy I found your fics again!!

I avoided answering this for a while because I was trying to think of a way to cohesively and coherently vocalize my thoughts on In Stars and Time. I have given up because I don't want to hold everybody here all day and I have accepted that my thoughts are just pterodactyl screeching.

I love it so much. I have so much to say on it. It drove me bonkers for like a week straight. I have AUs. It's absolute Megbait. They're just a little Snufkin and they're having the worst experience of anybody's life. Ludonarratives my fucking beloved.

I am going to talk about the prologue.

The prologue is such a fascinating experience. You crack open the game and immediately begin checking off all of the little genre boxes: mage, warrior, researcher, you're the rogue...some little kid who's there for some reason...alright, you know the score. You're in yet another indie Earthbound RPG, these are your generic characters, let's get the ball rolling.

Except then you realize that these characters are people. You feel instantly how you've entered the game at its last dungeon, at the end of the adventure. They have their own in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They get along well and they're obviously close, but not in a twee or unrealistic way. They have so much chemistry and spirit and life. I fell in love with them so quickly.

But Sif doesn't. Sif kind of hates them, because they will not stop saying the same damn thing. They walk the same paths, do the same things, make the same jokes, expect Sif to say the same lines. They keep referencing a Sif we do not see, with jokes we never see him make and heroic personality he never shows - they reference a Sif who is dead - and Sif can't handle that, so he kills them too.

They become only an exercise in tedious frustration. Sif button mashes through their dialogue, Sif mindlessly clicks the same dialogue options, Sif skips through the tutorial, Sif blows through the puzzles. Sif turns their world into a video game. Sif is playing a generic RPG. Sif forgets their names. They are no longer people with in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They're the mage, the warrior, the researcher, and...some random kid.

I did not understand the Kid's presence at first. I had no idea what they contributed to the game. They didn't do anything. As a party member in a video game, they're a bit useless. Why is the Kid there?

Because Sif's life isn't a video game. Because the kid isn't 'the kid'. They're Bonnie. Bonnie, who the party loves. Why is Bonnie there? Because they love them. There is no room for Bonnie in the boring RPG that Sif is playing. And then you realize that Sif is wrong, and that they've lost something extremely important, and that they'll never escape without it.

Watching the prologue before watching ISAT gave ISAT the most unique air of dread and horror, because you crack open ISAT and you see the person Sif used to be. You realize that Sif used to be a person. Sif used to be the person who made jokes, who gave real smiles, who interacted with the world as if they are a part of it. And you know you are sitting down to watch Sif lose everything that made them a person, to lose everything that made them a member of this world, and turn them into a character in a video game who doesn't understand the point of Bonnie at all.

At the climax of the game, when the others realize that something is deeply wrong and that Sif physically cannot tell them, they realize that there is nothing they can do. So Bonnie declares snacktime. And for the first time they have snacktime.

What is snacktime? Classic JRPGs don't have snacktime. There's literally no point to a snacktime - not in a video game, and not in Sif's terrible life. It's not fixing this, because nothing can fix this. But Bonnie gives Sif a cookie and Sif eats it.

It's meaningless. It's a cutscene. It didn't save Sif and it didn't change a thing. It will make no difference in the end.

But it did make the difference. It made all of the difference in the world. Bonnie is a character who you really don't understand the point of before you realize that Bonnie was the entire point.

ISAT is about comfort media. Why do we play the same video games over and over again? Why do we avoid watching the finale of our favorite shows? What is truly comforting: a story with no conflict, or a story where you always know what is about to happen? Do you want to live in a scary, uncontrollable world, or do you want to play Stardew Valley? Do you want a person or a character?

When I beat Earthbound for the first time (and if you don't know, the prologue/ISAT battle system is just Mother) and watched the ending cutscene where the characters part ways and say goodbye...I felt a little bit sad. I wanted them to be together forever. But that's something only characters could ever be.

[sysig]

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