#ALSO THAT END??? chef kiss

[tartppola]

The conversation at Topsy-Turvy Square, gone differently

dialogue written by the talented @zgvlt

[benevolenterrancy]

finally in the process of reading the Guanyin Temple scene and holy shit if WWX isn't the protagonist of all time. We're in the Big Final Confrontation and so far my man has done fuck all except cuddle in LWJ's lap while everyone else is losing their shit and when he DOES finally do something he summons an army of naked, writhing, moaning sex corpses that even his allies just desperately wish Were Not There. stupendous, no notes

[beaulesbian]

~ But what if they still hate me? ~ No one hates a hero of the realm.

[cake-emu]

Coronation Street | Carla Connor

Carla Connor: consistently gobby

Bonus:

[evermoredeluxe]

The Eras Tour in London, England (N4) on August 15, 2024 (x)

[secretl1fe0fm3]

floral & fading ~ matty healy x fem!reader

“thrusting about your apartment, drowned on the blankets, floral and fading.”

warnings: dealer!matty, cannabis consumption, smut, choking, oral, sub!reader, soft dom!matty, admitting feelings, very fluffy at the end <3

18+ minors dni!!!

2.2k+ words

You’re sitting not-so-patiently in your apartment, scrolling through a random streaming service, trying to find something interesting to watch. A sudden knock at your door jolts you out of your deep contemplation. You get off your couch and walk over to your door, getting on your tip toes to look through the peep hole. Smiling softly to yourself at the sight of Matty, you unlock the door and open it.

“What could you possibly want?” You joke with him, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come inside. Matty lets out a chuckle and walks inside, kicking his shoes off. You shut the door behind him and lock it again, turning to face him.

“What a way to welcome a guest, love.” He grins cheekily, teasing you. He pulls a baggy out of his coat pocket, and shakes it in front of your face. “Special delivery!” Matty sing-songs, holding an eighth of weed in his hands.

“Only took you the whole day.” You tease, snatching the baggy out of his hands and walking towards the couch. He follows after you, laughing to himself.

“Someones in a mood, huh?” Matty questions, sitting next to you on your couch.

You ignore his comment and grab your grinder off the coffee table, opening it and the bag of weed. Your fingers work skillfully, pulling apart the large buds, putting the smaller pieces in the grinder.

Matty watches you intently, grabbing some rolling papers out of his pocket and setting them on the table, silently offering you them. You glance over at him and grin, “You’re a life saver, how’d you know I didn’t have any?”

He chuckles and shrugs, “Lucky guess.”

You continue to work on the bud, twisting the grinder in your hands. You open it back up slowly, making sure no bud falls out. Matty takes the grinder out of your hands and pours some of the ground bud on the paper and begins rolling it up. His fingers work nimbly as he leans down and wets the lining of the paper with his tongue, securing it. You stare at him, lost in the way he continues to finish the joint with ease.

“You got a lighter, love?” Matty’s question jolts you out of your trance, you look back up at his face quickly. You clear your throat softly and reach into your hoodie pocket, fishing out your lighter.

Matty laughs to himself, your gaze not going unnoticed. He takes the lighter from your hand and sits back on the couch, lighting the joint. He inhales deeply, allowing the smoke to travel down deep into his lungs, the burning sensation feeling familiar and welcomed. After holding the hit in, he exhales, letting the smoke escape past his lips.

He holds the joint out towards you, “That’s some good shit babe, you’re gonna love it.” You reach out for the joint and bring it towards your lips. You inhale, watching the cherry light up. The smoke fills your lungs quickly, warm and comforting. Closing your eyes, you lean back on the couch as well, exhaling up at the ceiling. A smile falls across your face, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

You both sit in silence and continue to pass the joint in between each other. Coughing every so often when either of you accidentally take too big of a hit. Your head turns and you look over at Matty, your eyes feeling heavy.

Through the smoke filled living room, his eyes meet yours. A smirk spreads across his face, "How're you feeling, love?" His voice sounds far away, your head swimming in your high. He ashes the last of the joint on the paper towel sitting on the table. Matty reaches for the blanket on the back of your couch and throws it over the both of you, scooting closer until your legs are touching.

You grin at him lazily, letting the warmth of the blanket engulf your body. His hand reaches out and rests on your thigh under the blanket. Heat travels up onto your cheeks, the air suddenly thickening.

"Matty," You breathe out softly, resting your head on his shoulder. The sudden need for him overtaking every fiber of your being.

You look up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown wide. "I need you-" You mumble out, barely coherent.

Matty moves quickly at your request, his body molding with yours as he pulls you onto his lap without difficulty. You gasp out softly at the quick movement, your hands moving onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"You need me to do what? Use your words, pretty girl." Matty hums, his hand moving to your cheek then your neck, slightly applying pressure.

You gulp underneath his grip, voice barely above a whisper, "Need you to fuck me." You grip onto his shoulders tighter, giving yourself leverage to grind your hips lazily but firmly against his. Your cheeks redden as you feel his erection growing through his pants.

Matty's grip tightens on your throat, properly cutting off your airways momentarily. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His grip loosens lightly, eyes watching you intensely.

Matty trails his hand down from your throat to your chest, reaching his other hand under your hoodie, helping you pull it off. His eyes flicker down to your exposed chest, his pupils expanding at the sight.

"Fuckin' so pretty, baby." He breathes out, eyes drinking you in.

You continue to grind against him, small whines escaping from your mouth. Leaning down, you attach your lips to his, kissing him with fever. Matty moans into the kiss, his hands moving down to grip your hips.

Deepening the kiss, you run your hands under his shirt, pulling at it. Matty breaks the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere in the room. Your hands roam up and down his chest before resting your hand on the hem of his jeans. Biting your lip, you undo his belt and pull it off quickly.

You let yourself slip off his lap, grabbing onto his jeans and boxers, pulling them down with you. The blanket falls off of you, gathering at the ground. Your knees hit the floor gently as you look up at him. Matty spits into his hand, and rubs his length, wetting it. You watch with heavy lids, eyes silently begging him.

Matty reaches down and grips your chin in between his fingers, “Gonna suck me off? Get me all ready and wet for your pussy? Hm?” His tone almost condescending.

You nod quickly, wanting to please him in any way possible. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, vibrating with anticipation.

He pulls your face towards his hips, gripping onto your chin. Matty gives you a small nod, silently granting you permission. You grab onto the base of his dick, pulling it towards your lips. Your tongue gives his tip small kitten licks before taking his length into your mouth quickly.

Matty groans out as your head bobs up and down over his length, your lips sucking him off feverishly. He bites his lip hard, watching you take his full length with ease.

You continue to suck, swirling your tongue around his length. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, but your movements don’t falter.

Matty’s hand grips onto your hair, pulling you off of him. A trail of spit connects from your lips to his length, your eyes blown.

Matty is panting heavily, memorizing the look in your eyes as he pulls you back onto his lap. He tugs your shorts down quickly as you straddle him. His hand reaches down and feels the wet spot forming on your thong. Your cheeks redden, almost embarrassed from how wet you are just from sucking him off.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. I don’t even have to prep you, yeah?” Matty taps the front of your panties, pushing them to the side, exposing your dripping cunt.

“Please fuck me, please,” You whine out, pushing down on his erection.

Matty smirks at you, and lines himself up with your pussy, guiding you down onto his length. You gasp out softly as you inch yourself down, your aching heat pulsating around him.

“Fuck, so tight, you feel so good around me, love.” Matty grunts out, his head leaning back against the couch, watching you as you sink down.

At his praise, you start to bring your hips up and then back down in quick succession, riding him. Small whines fall from your lips as he hits the sweet spot inside of you.

Matty’s hands rest on your hips, helping you ride him more efficiently. His nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in your hips. You moan out, unable to contain yourself. Your hips continue to rock into his.

“Feels so good, Matty..“ You breathe out heavily, your fingers gripping onto him tightly. Your head leans down on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as you continue to ride him with earnest.

His hips buck up into yours as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You pant into his neck, biting down gently as his length hits your spot repeatedly. You let out a muffed grunt as you feel Matty’s hips stutter, his thrusts becoming shorter and quicker, chasing his own release.

“Gonna come baby, fuck.” He moans out, gripping onto your hair and pulling your head out from his neck. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers in your hair. Your hips falter as your orgasm falls over your body, your tight heat clenching down on him.

Matty watches you with heavy eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan, watching your orgasm wash over you. It was enough to send him over the edge too, quickly pulling your hips off of his length. He grips onto his length and gives it a few firm strokes before spilling his load all over your lower stomach. His head hits the back of the couch again, stroking himself through his orgasm. Your eyes stare at him, your lip bitten between your teeth, mesmerized.

His chest rises and falls quickly after he finishes, his other hand instinctively goes back to your hips holding onto you. You smile softly to yourself, trying to slow your breathing. Your body falls into his softly, your forehead leaning onto his as your breathing syncs up.

A smile forms on his face, breathing with you. You push yourself off of him with what little strength you had left, plopping down next to him. Your legs slightly shaking.

Matty takes notice and gets up, walking to your bathroom to get a towel. He comes back and carefully wipes the come off your belly, also cleaning himself off after. Matty tosses the towel to the ground and pulls his boxers back on, sitting next to you on the couch again. He pulls you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. “Well that was..” You start, a breathy laugh forming.

“Perfect, yeah.” Matty finishes your sentence, looking at you and instinctively placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Pink flushes your cheeks as you move in closer to him, your hand resting on his chest, wanting him closer.

His fingers start tracing the freckles on your skin, admiring the goosebumps he’s leaving in its wake. The smile never leaves his face as he reaches down and puts his finger under your chin, moving your eyes up to his.

You smile up at him, your eyes still pink from your high, studying his face. His eyes glimmer in the dim lighting, his pupils expanding as he looks at you with adoration.

“I’ve always wanted to do that, y’know.” Matty admits, his voice cracking momentarily from his dry throat.

You grin at his admittance, nodding. “Me too. Been so hard just being a customer of yours. Always wanted more.” You whisper out, the high still lowering your inhibitions.

His eyes flash from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, the sudden confession fueling something inside of him. You notice and pull him in for a soft kiss.

“God, you’re a fucking dream, baby.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling, kissing you back gently before pulling away.

You let out a small laugh, grabbing the remote on the coffee table, before tucking yourself back into his side. As you get comfortable, you scroll through the options on the streaming service, ultimately deciding on one of your favorite comedies.

You glance up at Matty as he plays with your hair, stroking it softly. He’s watching the movie intently, running his fingers absentmindedly through your hair. Your eyes focus back on the TV as a warm feeling spreads across your cheeks and chest. You let your body melt into his as your eyes flutter shut.

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[sophfandoms53]

obsessed with how he does this actually

[5h0w1sh]

Roblox eating sound effect

[dxxtruction]

Louis' "You're boring!" Could mean so many things, but I think what's most apparent about that line is that Armand takes no initiative just for himself. He's not really anybody, because he never goes out and finds himself or gets attached to anyone but Louis. Without Louis as his guide he's literally just sitting on a couch picking lint! That's the thing.

He orbits constantly around what would make Louis happy, and never really fully going what would make me happy? Ultimately that drive to please Louis is what drives him to torturing Daniel, not so much that he'd care to just do it. Ultimately, not giving proper care to Louis is just a way to make sure Louis knows he has to orbit around him as well, with shoving Lestat onto him just that other nail on the coffin. So, even if he fails to figure out how to make Louis happy with him, he still knows what Armand is good for, and better than.

That dependency is what drives Armand's abuse. It really just comes down to that. Armand doesn't even realize how suffocated he is by his own dependency. This is just how life is to him. (It shouldn't be lost either that dependency is a theme considering this episode also deals with addiction).

Daniel's fascinating because he's just so driven to be somebody. He's largely independent, he seeks things because he wants them. It's his drug to poke and prod at all the things that he shouldn't. Daniel's exciting because he lets Louis in to something different, lets him in to all this potential in another person that he can also do the same with for himself. It's a real connection. A two way street. It's easy to tell how Armand can be smothering then because he's never introducing him to anything really new, and most the ways both of them connect are all painful and traumatic. It's never just fun because there's always that layer of that pain. Fun died with Claudia.

50 years on they've gotten to a lot better place, both of them, but it's still that same shit. No seriously, "How is this any different from last time, Louis?"

Well... Because Armand's going to be, at the very least, making one [1] decision only for himself - and that's to hold power over Daniel's life. Fucking sick foreshadowing.

They aren't driving each other to the brink anymore but "The vampire is bored" STILL. Maybe it's even worse, despite being in better places, because Louis' sort of just been defeated by it. (I mean, can he even really leave this either?). He's accepting the dependancy cause he kind of has to. He'd literally ended up letting all the enjoyment be up where he can't reach [The book shelves]. Armand so desperately wants Louis happiness but what really ends up happening is that Louis ends up having to give Armand all his own. He's got no one or anything else to get it from. But like an iPad and an over the top eating ritual. Two extremes of what's just more lint picking.

This whole relationship is one I find just tragic inside and out. You have to just pity it, really. There's ways in which you can find yourself feeling bad for both of them. But you can only really be mad at Armand for any of it. Armand, who isn't even 'free' in any sense, having so little concept of his own independence, but is at the same time so controlling over other's. It's a tragic cycle. It's an infuriating one.

Louis at least has the mind to know when enough is enough. If just needing that extra push to get there. Armand's too scared of it being over to even try.

[michi-chelle]

these might be the cutest towas ever. sorry i don’t make the rules.

[ugartecoco]

bruno sticking up for ruben 😭😭😭

[my-most-recent-hyperfixation]

i have to say, as someone who’s ace, that jack&joker nc? hands down one of my favourites ever. i sometimes have trouble watching ncs but this one?? the slowburn, the tension, the yearning, all the build up?? it all made me really feel like yes this is exactly the direction we need to go to, and if there ever was a place for an nc, it’s right now. and the fact that it’s so tastefully and excellently done is just the cherry on top.

[noot-noot-shoot]

I love Aoba with all my heart, but the bad ends hit just right sometimes

[chefkids]

this is where they exist in my mind even though I know shit is about to get so much harder for them in every way imaginable.

[doldulce]

Getting the Fish TF

There's a reason you haven't heard about this particular transformation, despite seeing all sorts of other oddities in Dolville. For one, it can be especially tricky to acquire. And the ones who do rarely return from the depths...

𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆝

Those beneath the waves are kind, kinder than those on land. They love relentlessly, selflessly, and without ever expecting anything in return. There are no debts to be paid underwater. What a breath of fresh air... but you can't actually breathe down here, can you? If only you could stay. ...maybe it's worth trying. After all, theirs is a kindness you would happily drown in.

To those willing to brave the waters without fleeing back to land, you may be rewarded with scales, a tail, and even gills. But while a whole new world may open up to you, it might result in leaving your old life behind.

Traits: 

Gills: You no longer run out of breath while diving.

Fins: Helps you succeed at swimming skill checks. Your fins and scales make you more conspicuous. Spending a full day on land causes stress and pain.

But how does one go about acquiring a fish tf?

For those who have animals and swarms disabled: Congrats! Merfolk exist, and you can become one through frequent interaction!

Otherwise, the explanation is much more complicated:

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(This is the end of the pretty prose. It's infodump time.)

Fish tfs can be obtained through aquatic swarms (aka Fish and Eels). Dolphins are notably not counted toward a fish tf—they're mammals, not fish, with entirely different behaviors and intelligence.

In terms of the science behind it: a fish tf is formed much like the sexual parasitism found in angler fish.

(be grateful for my silly trackpad drawings, you don't want to look at a real anglerfish. Trust me, they're awful.)

Fish latch onto the body, attaching themselves and (if given the time to do so) fusing their tissues with yours. The beginning stages of acquiring this tf involves lots of little dangling bits, like giant skin tags, hanging awkwardly off the body.

But they're fish, and if you leave the water too soon they will jump off and remove any new progress made toward the tf. You have to stay submerged long enough for them to properly fuse with you, until everything from their senses to their sense of self disappear and they truly become a part of you. Only then, once you're sharing a blood stream, can they stay without instinctually retreating from the dry air.

(Understandably, most people don't make it this far.)

Fish that attach themselves to the chest have their mass absorbed into the skin, leaving behind a smattering of scales and adding one chest size (ex: flat -> budding). But most of the fish attach below the waist, and these layers of fish eventually reform into a stereotypical mermaid tail.

The last change to develop are the gills, as the body is forced to adapt to its new habitat. (Whether the PC can hide the tail Little Mermaid style and temporarily reform legs, acquiring a high pain penalty and stress if they end the day on land, or are forever confined to the water after the tf takes hold...is a matter of preference 👍 this is a fake tf, after all)

Also likely: the eyes develop a protective film so they can stay open under water, and some minor cold resistance is built up. (Though whether a fish tf PC can actually survive a winter underwater is unknown... this could be yet another reason you don't see many around.)

[marsreds]

and another thing!!!

frieren is a series where to love is to remember!! we see frieren and co. taking care of the statues because it's an act of love!!! constantly, continuously, affection is carrying someone's memory forward!! himmel wants a thousand statues so frieren isn't lonely!! so that they don't fade into fairy tales!!

and then!!! and then!! you give us macht??? the gold he makes is worthless!! because it cannot be changed, it cannot be broken, it cannot be melted!! because the point isn't that it's "gold" the point is that it freezes a moment, it makes a monument that will never fade nor tarnish!! what is that if not an act of love??