#Aaaaagh!!! MY HEART!!!!

[suzylind]

MP3 player starts playing a certain song

Me: "Oh no! Brain no! We've been over this! No re-watch of Cassh-"

... Mistakes were made...

[malkaleh]

@onekisstotakewithme

"I first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, he toted her around everywhere. After he died in that mine explosion, she started coming alone, trading the odd squirrel or rabbit. Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old. And after she volunteered for the Games, that nickname couldn’t help but slip out." - Haymitch Abernathy, Sunrise on the Reaping.

[slowpoli]

Sylus 😭🙏

I'm thinking of doing a side blog from this for lads 😭 I don't know exaclty how to do it but I'm so obsessed with Sylus and love and deepspace, like My HEART HURTS SO MUCH for his myth aaaaagh

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

build episode 46 thoughts:

- i want so badly to know the international political ramifications of whatever this nationwide split in japan doing to the rest of the world lol

- i’m still thinking of ryuusen but with a flavor of evolt in the middle…i can think of nothing freakier than having a 3p with the literal personification of your toxic yaoi

- other countries probably: the entire earth is at stake?? mf we didn’t sign for this

- at least sento can still smile leading to the end of his series bc emu’s just out of it lmfao

- banjo’s arm…my wife’s thin wrists…ohh she’s so

- endgame cafe nascita team my beloved

- episode title “an oath to be the one” are they gonna be one?? 😭 senryuu??? one…as in marriage ?😭😭

- banjo’s always so fucking funny man…it’s peak writing to make the Terrifying, Potentially Destructive Entity Capable Of Ending Worlds a huge dumbass…bc Sento’s just dropping shit like “this was created thanks to Evolt’s genes within your body” and banjo’s just at the side like 🧍‍♂️🤷

- endgame cafe nascita is so fucking funny because sento’s the only scientist here PLEASEE

- sento saying literally anything:

his teammates: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

- PARALLEL WORLDS????????

- AH. OH. AHHHHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHHHHH. AHHHH OHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH OKAY!!!

- everytime banjo tries to process sento’s explanations you can visibly see his brain overheating lmao

- TEARS IN MY FUCKING EYESSSSSS HE LOOKS SO SMUG

- “apparel! …wait, no, parasol!” “parallel. parallel worlds” “parallel” BANJO NEVER CHANGEEEE

- i feel like banjo nothing is making sense to me so i’ll just nod along 😭

- OTHER VERSIONS??!?!! KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- “i knew i would be completely clueless!” MAYBE THIS IS WHY YOU’RE MY OSHI LET’S BE DUMB TOGETHER 😭

- banjo’s like. okay whatever. just tell me who to punch

- aeaaaaaa refining the bottles twice? hahah what if ryusen

- notes app lookin ass screen

- oh kazumin your stocks are rising. this humble begging is too cute

- IT WASN’T ORIGINALLY FOR BANJO 😭⁉️⁉️⁉️ i feel silly hyping up the ice dragon thing ngl

- KAZUSENNNNNNNN

- they ignored his shirts…guys let’s not bully gen-san too much 😞 he’s old

- HE CAN’T CATCH A FUCKING SOBA 😭😭 CAN THIS MAN EVEN DO ANYTHING

- akaso doing his best to chew through half-cooked meat might be my new favorite thing

- kazumin 😭 kono hentai

- LMFAOOOOO KAZUMIN 😭😭😭😭 DUDE STOP IT

- bro’s fucking ascended

- IT WAS GENTOKUUU FUCKKKKKKK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW GENTOKU SMELLS REALLY NICE. OMEGA-CODED AJDHSJHDSJJS

- I THOUGHT THEY’RE GONNA IGNORE IT. WDYM KAZUMIN HIMSELF SAYS GENTOKU SMELLA NICE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

- senryuu married

- “banjo. there’s something you need to know” damn let me know too? why are we having a cutscene all of a sudden

- thinking about mii-tan’s fans at the moment. because like if i was wondering where luca went after his hiatus only to find out that his team is gonna battle a space alien in international tv i don’t know what i’d do ?

- “how will the kamen riders (who plunged us into fear as military weapons) stand up against him??” GIRL WHY ARE WE DOING THEM SUCH A DISSERVICE LOLLLLLL

- genkazuryusen poly is so good because kazugen must feel so incensed with senryuu hiding shit from them and going off together to try and save the world by themselves.. and it’s not even because they don’t respect kazugen it’s just that senryuu cares for kazugen too much and they’re trying to shoulder the burden just between the two of them. gaahhhh okay i need to make a chart before i lose it bc like HOLD AWNNNN (i didn't put it here but banjo specifically understanding the reasons/heart of sento's decisions is such a good flavor between all four of them)

- WEIRD ALIEN GOO GO AWAYYY

- oh shit BUILD DRIVER!! GREASE BLIZZARD. KAZUMIN YOU ARE SO COOL. BUT ALSO. THE POETRY OF USING THE BOTTLES OF THE TRIO TO DEFEAT THEIR COPYCATS..AAAAAGH

- “are you ready?” “damn right i am” KAZUMIN YOU ARE SO COOL 😭 PUN NOT INTENDED!!!

- WOWWWWWW

[lycanloc]

GOD I LOVE MOZU

I GOT TO HER A-SUPPORT WITH CORRIN AND AAAAAGH, MY HEART

MY DAUGHTER DESERVES THE WORLD

[tornado1992]

Did God possessed you while writing this?

*reading your tags*

👀 Sonic back in time?????

Okay so, context! Back when I was writing "Chart a Course to Second Chances," I found chapter 2 really, *really* hard to get through, for multiple reasons. Biggest of all being that it was so hard leaving Tails alone on Cocoa Island when he was just a baby! So to help cope with that chapter while I was writing it (over a year ago now, lol, omg) I started writing an AU of my own fic xD Where Sonic came across baby Tails during that time. It wasn't really meant to be anything on it's own. As the Picket Fence timeline started expanding though, I started toying with incorporating that scene as the C or D plot to my post-Frontiers fic! I still haven't decided on that because I'm still in such early stages of planning for that fic. It does reference "Chart a Course" quite a bit, like an extended scene, and references a few other Picket Fence specific things in passing. But since multiple people have expressed interest in it lately, I figured I can share what I've got as it's own standalone thing. So here is an older, modern Sonic coming across a baby Tails!

Sonic Back in Time Shenanigans WIP #1

They appeared in the middle of a downpour. Sonic frowned and covered his quills with his hands as he glanced up at the sky like it had betrayed him, while Silver tried using the wrist communicator Tails had adapted for him to pinpoint their location—both in time and space.

"Looks like we're on an island," Silver pointed out. "It's called… Cocoa Island."

Sonic peeked over his shoulder at the readings. "Hey, I'm alive in this time."

"Yeah. You'd be about… Nine?" Silver guessed.

Sonic glanced around at the thick cover of pine trees and breathed in the cool, misty air; this environment very different from what nine-year-old him had ever experienced. "How big's the island?" Sonic asked. "Think it's worth splitting up?"

"We could cover more ground that way," Silver hummed. "I don't know how time sensitive this event is."

"Then I guess there's no time to lose! You take the high road, I'll take the low!" Sonic flashed him a grin and sped off through the forest while Silver headed up towards the mountains.

Running through the rain was never his preference. The low visibility was bad enough when he wasn't keeping an active eye out for anything that looked out of place. Plus the drag of water-logged quills was never pleasant to run with. His sneakers lost traction in the mud and he nearly slid into several of the densely packed trees.

This definitely wasn't an island he'd ever ventured to before. There weren't any open stretches of land to run through freely. Not that he minded the obstacles, but they were a bit cumbersome in this kind of weather.

So distracted by watching the trees and searching, he didn't see the coat on the ground until his feet were tangled up in it. With a yelp, he face-planted into the grass with a groan. He pushed himself up and shook off the drenched fabric before picking it up to examine it.

It was a child's coat. A toddler's coat.

Sonic looked around. There was a toy airplane sitting innocently atop a tree stump. He picked that up, too. 

"Is anyone there?" he called out. "Hello?" He didn't hear anything except the steady drizzle of rain off the branches overhead. "Hey, if you're out there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt ya."

Still no answer. Sonic stood up and draped the coat over his arm as he scanned his surroundings, then noticed the nearly washed out tracks in the mud leading deeper into the forest. A child's paw and shoeprints. Sonic followed them, frowning as they shifted the farther he went. They lost their definition until it looked like whoever made the tracks had ended up dragging their body through the mud.

They could've been hurt. Sonic zipped forward until he found a cabin. It was dark, clearly abandoned from the state of the overgrowth taking over the wood, but the front door was swinging open from the wind, letting the rain inside. The muddy trail led right over the threshold.

Sonic stepped inside and shook off his quills, peering into the darkness. The front room was empty. Mud and water stained the old, creaky floorboards, leading him into the next room over. Sonic pushed the door open, finding three empty beds, some storage cabinets, and a pile of blankets on the ground.

A pile of blankets and…

And a baby fox tail.

The toy plane clattered against the hardwood floor and the coat fell with a heavy, wet smack. Sonic dashed over and dropped to his knees next to the bundle as he peeled away the layers of dusty blankets. A baby fox kit trembled as the warmth was taken from him, coughing as the freshly disturbed dust irritated an already raspy throat. Each breath was labored; painful gasps for air that echoed in the abandoned cabin. So soft, but as powerful as gunshots straight to Sonic's heart.

Because the fox kit was clinging to something, and Sonic had hoped he wouldn't be from the moment he first caught sight of his tail. Sonic's jaw clenched. The kit was hugging a second tail.

Tails. How was Tails here? This wasn't West Side Island. What happened?

Another weak cough shook Tails's body. Sonic removed his wet glove and held the back of his hand to Tails's forehead, swearing at how warm he was despite his shivering. Fever. And he was soaked. The blankets were useless as he laid in a damp, muddy nest that would do nothing to warm him up.

Tails nuzzled against his hand. Sonic's gaze was drawn back to his face, eyes still closed as he instinctively sought comfort from his touch. Sonic turned his wrist and stroked the top of his head, brushing aside his wet bangs. A raspy whine rattled in his chest and Sonic's heart broke.

"It's okay, little buddy, I'm right here," he assured him, even if this version of him hadn't met him yet. "You're gonna be okay. Hang on."

Sonic ran into the kitchen and bathroom in search of towels or any sort of linen that wasn't soaked through. He found a couple old hand towels and decided they would have to do. He also found a cup and filled it with water from the sink. 

In the bathroom he looked for anything that might be a first aid kit. There was a medicine cabinet with a thermometer, along with, what was very likely, an expired bottle of ibuprofen tablets. He grabbed both and brought all of it into the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully detangling Tails from his makeshift nest.

He was so light.

Sonic's hands shook as he carefully toweled him off, removing the tiny baby boots from his feet so he could dry them, too. He knew Tails had been light when he'd found him, knew he'd been starving and malnourished, but he hadn't known for how long. This Tails was significantly younger than the four-year-old he'd met on West Side Island, which he had to be if the Sonic of this time was only nine. Barely older than two, if that.

He dried off each of his paws, hating how small they were compared to what he knew and the way his little fingers subconsciously grasped at his own. The Tails he'd met didn't like being touched without warning first, expected every touch to hurt and flinched at sudden movements, but this one in his arms was just as starved for contact as he was for food. He grabbed at and wriggled closer to a complete stranger, whining with frustration as he got tangled in the towel instead. 

Sonic hushed him as he finished drying him off, wrapping him in a fresh towel before quickly drying himself off, too. It wouldn't do any good to get Tails all wet again from his quills dripping onto him. Sonic then shook out the blankets from the pile on the ground, quickly draping the damp ones around the room before using the drier ones to reform a nest. Sonic settled into it and cradled Tails against his chest as he pulled the blankets around them.

He was still shaking so badly, but his face was so hot where it pressed into him. Sonic held him tighter, trying to transfer his own warmth into his sick baby brother, wracked with feverish chills. When Tails got sick, he always vacillated between wanting space and being smothered with comfort. Even at nine, where he claimed to be too mature for such childish things as cuddles, when he was sick enough, he'd eventually shuffle out of his room bundled up in as many blankets as he could find and curl up on the couch with his head in Sonic's lap while his big brother read or played a video game to entertain him.

Sonic never gave it much thought before, but he wondered if that dichotomy to Tails was because he'd had to deal with being sick on his own for so long. It was his first instinct to power through it alone before seeking the comfort he craved. Clearly, for at least the first few years of his life, he was used to the comfort not being there.

Sonic curled around him, insulating him with warmth while the rain pattered against the roof and windows. "You're one tough kid, you know that, bud?" he murmured as the baby whimpered sleepily. "I know, I know… sucks to be sick, but you're handling it like a champ. You always do."

Tails coughed wetly and Sonic patted his back to try and help clear his airways. He glanced at the label for the expired medicine, then grabbed the thermometer. He'd see how high his fever was, then decide whether or not it was worth an attempt to use medicine to bring down his temperature.

"C'mon, bud, open up." 

He tapped the end of the glass thermometer against his muzzle, bleary blue eyes blinking up at him. Sonic faked a yawn, biting back a chuckle when the baby yawned for real. He settled the thermometer under his tongue and held it there. While they waited, Tails just stared up at him. Even as feverish and sleepy as he was, his busy little brain was hard at work trying to figure out who the stranger holding him was while his body shivered, paws kneading into his fur. Just like when they'd been stuck in a blizzard in Holoska, when Sonic's werehog form shielded his hypothermic brother from the cold. 

He might not have recognized him, but he knew he was safe.

"You're doing great, little guy," he told the toddler version of the kid he'd practically raised, smile soft and warm. "Keep it up. We're almost done."

Tails yawned again when Sonic removed the thermometer, squinting at it in the dark to try and read it. At least 104. Tails's normal temperature was somewhere around 100 degrees at rest, so this definitely wasn't a good sign. Sonic swore, rocking Tails a little more quickly as his knees bounced impatiently. It made him cough again, so Sonic gave him the cup of water to help soothe his throat. Tails gulped it down greedily, draining the entire cup in seconds. When he finished, Sonic fought to stay still this time while the baby nuzzled into his chest. 

"Sorry, bud." Sonic scratched behind his ears and he purred from the attention.

Sonic's fingers nearly faltered.

It was so easy…

Normally it took a lot to get Tails to actually purr with contentment. He'd get flustered and embarrassed whenever it happened where Sonic could hear, so it never lasted very long. Sometimes he'd do it to try and cheer Sonic up, but to openly purr because he was unashamedly happy…

Once the baby started, he didn't stop. 

He rubbed his face into Sonic's fur, limp tails wagging in jerky movements, like they didn't know how, one much weaker than the other. It would've been funny in another life. But in this one, Sonic stroked along his back, heart tightening as he felt each nodule of his spine beneath his damp fur. Tails had been too thin when they'd first met; he remembered that well. But if Silver was right… if Sonic was nine in this time and Tails was only two…

It would be two years before they'd meet.

Two years…

"Tried," a tiny voice croaked out.

"Huh?" Sonic blinked down at the snuggly baby. "You tired, big guy?"

"Tried. T'be good 'n wait," Tails mumbled. "I tried…"

Sonic looked out the window at the storm still raging, wind howling through the trees. "Well, you did the right thing, finding a dry place to wait out this rain. Otherwise you might've gotten sicker," Sonic told him. "You did a good job. Such a good job, little bro."

"Good?" Tails tilted his head up, half-lidded eyes trying so hard to focus on him. "M'good?"

"Yeah, you're good," Sonic chuckled softly. "The best."

"An' can I come home now?" Tails asked, voice cracking as it started to rise—just like it always did when he panicked. "Please? I did good, I wanna go home—"

His chest rattled with a harsh coughing fit. Sonic hurried to prop him up in an attempt to clear his airways. He shushed him again as he rubbed his back, his mind speeding through all the context clues he'd been given. The coat and the toy plane left in the woods. The fresh footprints leading to this cabin, which apparently wasn't Tails's home if he was asking to go home…

Because he'd been good.

Because he thought he couldn't go home until he was good.

Every time Sonic told Tails to wait somewhere when they were younger… every time Tails acted like he was never going to come back…

He'd suspected then, of course, but now?

Tails was a baby. A genius baby, but a baby all the same. How could he have possibly gotten it into his head that he'd be left alone somewhere unless he was good if someone hadn't put it there first?

Tails sniffled and coughed again, nuzzling against Sonic's shoulder. "Wanna go home…"

"Soon, bud," Sonic whispered to him, the soft weight of him against his chest the only thing keeping the fury from building in his heart. "You'll be home soon, I promise. And you'll be warm and fed and looked after whenever you're feeling sick… and you'll be loved. You hear me? You'll be loved so much, you won't be able to stand it." Sonic shook his head, thinking back to the little brother he knew, who'd shrug away from his touch with an eye roll or an embarrassed laugh, only to come running back for a hug or words of reassurance when Sonic least expected it. "So hold onto that for me, okay? Hold on 'til I come get you."

Tails's forehead was still burning up as he pressed his own brow to it, squeezing his eyes shut as he pretended like this kid wasn't breaking his heart apart with the magnitude of his rumbly little purrs quaking in his chest.

The little guy fell asleep not long after that, wheezy breaths tickling his fur as Sonic sat with him on the floor of the dusty old cabin. Though it had been a while—and his legs were itching to run as his mind raced and his body insisted that it was trapped—he settled into the old habit of keeping watch over his little brother as easily as breaking in a pair of running shoes. A little painful at first, sure, a little pinchy in the heel or the toes, but soon enough he'd be one with the wind and didn't have to second guess a single step.

As he carefully shifted Tails to a more comfortable sleeping position, Sonic caught a glimpse of his wrist communicator. He fought back a wince. Whoops. Silver.

Trying to keep as quiet as he could, he called his friend. "Any news?" Silver asked, not needing to wonder who was calling him.

"Ah… about that…" Sonic flicked his gaze down at the sleeping fox kit cradled in his arm. "Kinda got distracted."

"Sonic," Silver sighed.

"I know, I know. My bad. But uh… I've got my hands full at the moment. Might be a minute before I can get back to helping you find… whatever it is we came here looking for."

"I don't really know myself. All I know is that it had the potential to affect your present, as well as my future," Silver sighed. "I'll keep looking. There's still a lot of ground to cover in these mountains, and I have this sense…"

"Hm?"

"Just this sense that maybe a Chaos Emerald is here."

Sonic glanced down at Tails again. "You don't say."

"Yeah. Maybe it's the reason we're here. You think we're supposed to retrieve it?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" Silver pressed.

"Just a hunch." Sonic's muzzle couldn't help curving in a fond smile as Tails nuzzled his cheek against his chest, purrs growing louder with a happy sigh. "Just keep me in the loop if anything else stands out to you and I'll catch up with you later. Stay dry."

"You too."

The call cut out and Sonic was left with only the sound of the rain on the roof and Tails's croaky breathing for company. "So that how you made it to West Side? Did the Chaos Emerald lead you there, too, little buddy?" Shaking his head with a sigh, he felt his forehead again while he brushed his bangs out of the way. "Could've tried getting our paths to cross a heck of a lot sooner, but guess I can't be too mad at 'em… no point in dwelling on what coulda been, huh?"

But the words he normally lived by tasted bitter in his mouth. About half as helpful as expired medicine.

"But you've got me now," Sonic assured him. "For however long that might be, you don't gotta worry about a thing. I'll take it from here, Tails."

[tumb1rprincess]

Aaaaagh, Arthur choosing Oscar as the happy memory he was offering, oh my heart. I miss my little priest boy.

My stomach dropped when that cult vizier guy called John out, I literally yelled “OH SHIT! NO!” Barely twenty minutes in and something’s gone wrong.

Oh Larson, I have not missed you, you son of a bitch. Fuck you.

I’d forgotten how scary the King in Yellow was, his entrance rattled me. And when John described that Luther guy walking towards the pillars, I thought “Oh, he’s going to smash his head in, isn’t he?” right before he did it.

Oh damn, the King in Yellow has been fading away while bound to Larson and John's been feeling it, that's why he's been so out of it. Damn.

God damn it. I knew Collins wasn't going to stay arrested for long, but god fucking damn it. Shit, shit, shit.

Okay, that part where Larson pretty much ignored calling John by his name, oh that hurt. That really hurt. The name John represents everything he's learned, all the ways he's grown and changed, and Larson just wants to take that away.

John's description of the Elders was horrifying, Jesus Christ.

THE PLOT TWIST WITH COLLINS, HOLY SHIT, LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO!

YEEEEEEEES! FUCKING POP OFF JOHN! WOOOOOOOOOO! GET FUCKED YELLOW!

NOEL NOEL NOEL NO NO NO FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Oh god, oh god, we finally get the reveal of what happened to John after he joined the King in Yellow. He ended up back in the Dark World and it sounds like he did a lot of bad things while he was there and made this deal with Kayne to get out, oh god, and Arthur hears every damn word.

JESUS CHRIST, COLLINS IS DEAD! LARSON IS IN THE DREAMLANDS WITH THE KING IN YELLOW? NOEL IS WHO KNOWS WHERE? ARE THEY BOTH DEAD TOO? WHAT THE FUCK?

I did enjoy Kayne dragging Larson through the mud, that felt a little good amidst all the chaos. And Larson finally got fucked over in the end, so that's a little satisfying. Also, I feel like there were some bits where Kayne reminded me of the Genie from Aladdin, I think it's the fast way he talks and that poofing sound whenever he makes something pop up or disappear. A very chaotic, crazy, messed up Genie, but still.

Oh man, oh man, that was fucking crazy. I'm still reeling from this, that was insane. And I gotta say, for an episode that was about an hour and forty minutes, that did not feel long at all. It didn't drag or anything, it kept the pace up and the tension just kept getting higher and higher. Kudos to this episode, I bet this was a huge task to undertake for a one man show.

[lala1236]

A Dream That I Had (NSFW)

Okay, so I’ve got to spill about this wild dream I had about Sylus. I really like him, but I never expected to dream about him like that! The whole scenario was super intense, and I think it could totally work as a fanfic. I’m not the best at telling stories, but jk that, it was way hotter in the dream. Now, trying to describe it feels awkward, but I really want to share this random ramble about it! 🤭🤭🤭

The first part of the dream occurred in a suspicious room where we had to keep quiet. Sylus was horny and begged me (omg) to bend over onto a very dusty, musty table (or chair?). After this, everything was a bit of a blur, and then we got to the spicy part. When he started moving his hips, I literally could not keep quiet, and I was pretty loud. To keep me from making too much sound, Sylus gave me his forearm to bite on and be silent and being the fictional whore I am, I did that and more. I bit and sucked on his arm and left so many marks, and I did not keep quiet. When we were done and were about to fix our clothes, someone caught us. The first part ended there.

The second part was in our bedroom, I suppose. I've never had a spicy, vivid dream like that before. We were cuddling and getting comfy, and after a while, we both got pretty hot and bothered. Sylus kept whispering tempting things into my ears, saying sweet, cute, and loving stuff. (I need him so badly.) Then, I think he was getting certain places (🐱) ready when he did something unimaginably hot. It doesn't sound like a big deal when I'm writing it, but OMG, it was so hot. He made me suck on one of his fingers (index finger?). He asked me to imagine it was his dick and made me gag a bit on it, all while saying the dirtiest and sweetest praises. Then, I sucked on it really obediently and looked at him with puppy eyes, and then before we could move on to the best part, I woke up. Aaaaagh. My heart was beating like crazy, and I could feel his finger in my mouth after I woke up. 🥲

I don't remember anything he said, but they were the most romantic, sexy, and adorable words ever. Despite how kinky he was, he was still the greenest flag, aaagh. I love him so much. A talented writer should incorporate these into their fanfiction or something. 💕💕💕

The vibe of the first one was similar to the pic above. I was biting his forearm oml.

Those sexy fingers were in my damn mouth aaagh. I am feral for this man.

[kurwyetorbi]

Jakub Adamczewski x GN! Reader (Part 1)

This story contains: Gender neutral reader, a bit of seggs, alcohol, catholic church, enemies to lovers, swearing, conflict resolution techniques taught to me by my therapist and some Bogdan because he is my favourite character in the show 1670.

Abstract: The reader is a wealthy... something (the profession is not important for the fanfic) who has recently moved to Adamczycha. Their stay at the village would have a 5 star rating if it wasn't for that cunty priest named Jakub. However, as they interact more with Jakub things change. Woah!✨

Word count: 2000 or something like that (I'm avoiding other important tasks in my life)

The story is better than the abstract... Enjoy!

...

Adamczycha was a small town located in the northeast of Poland. Perhaps it was the people, the food or the scenery what made you fall in love with this beautiful place. However, like everything else in life, it also had its disadvantages. There was one guy, a priest to be more specific, who made your stay a little uncomfortable. His name was Jakub, the Adamczewski family's most beloved son. From the day you arrived he treated you as if you were some kind of demon.

"ASMODEUS, SATANAS, LUCIFER!!!" A flashback of one of his sermons came to your mind. He was looking directly at you as he said that. Not very polite of him. "They could be walking among us at this very moment!" You remember how he screamed as he raised his fist in the altar and took another deep breath to keep giving his speech. He was a parody of a priest.

You had to say it, all the encounters you had with him were quite peculiar and every now and then your friends would ask you to repeat these stories. "(Y/n), tell us again about that one story in the church!" In Adamczycha people respected you, at least more than in the previous town where you were living.

"For sure, it was very weird. I was just sitting there on the bench minding my own godly business. Listening to the priest blah, blah, blah. When all of a sudden something in his eyes changes. It looked like a demonic possession. He starts listing all of this demons... and I swear to God, he was looking at me all the time."

"What have you done to the poor little guy?" Asked the moustachioed soldier with a curious look on his face.

"Me? Nothing. But don't be fooled, he is not as innocent as he seems. One day he likes you, another day he blames you for heresy."

"I think you should talk to him in the confessional. When you confess, you may change your mind about him." Bogdan insisted.

"Aaaaagh, the mere thought of spending some time alone in a box with him sends shivers down my spine". With that you took a last sip of your drink and headed towards your house which was not far from the tavern. What Bogdan had said made you think about your relationship with the priest. Maybe you should give him a chance. After all, in your previous town, your neighbours made you feel excluded too. Why would you want to do that to someone else? Given that you were inmersed in your thoughts you couldn't notice your name being called over and over again.

"(Y/n)!." You heard a demanding voice nearby. You squinted your eyes in order to see where the voice was coming from. It was no other than the Great Jakub himself, blocking your way home.

"Jakub..." Your face remained expressionless as you muttered his name. The only thing you did to make your hate towards him a little bit less notorious was tilting your fluffy hat like a cowboy.

"You shouldn't be out here at night." Confused, you stopped walking to make eye contact with him.

"Look priest. As far as I know I'm some sort of demon, so I don't think I'll have any problems as long as I stay away from priests." It came right from your heart. All this hatred could not be kept hidden for too long.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" He seemed to be offended by your remarks. "Forgive me inmediately or I'll have you executed tomorrow morning" Oh, you got him really pissed.

"Okay, I'm sorry." As you lifted your arms you pouted your lips to make it seem more convincing. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some import-"

"On your knees..." Each word came out of his mouth slowly as if he enjoyed it. You swear you saw a grin forming in one side of his lips. "Come on, I have to be home! Dinner is waiting." He demanded eagerly. Even if you had become quite rich in the last year, you were not the most powerful person in town.

"Jakub, I..." Your mind went blank for a moment. "What a psycho!" You thought to yourself as you slowly knelt on the muddy floor. When you finally reached the bottom your left knee slipped a little. This action made the priest laugh mischievously.

"Stand up-." He struggled to control his laughter as he gestured for you to get up. Once he regained control over himself he continued. "Anyway, come tomorrow to my church." You noticed him winking at you. Still, you weren't sure if that was real or if you were too drunk. "We have to cleanse your soul... and those pants". He grinned once more and left you there in the mud.

As you saw him walking away in the distance your mind came back to its clarity again. Unfortunately, those thoughts were filled with hate towards the young priest.

"I'll make sure I splash you with holy water you filthy demon..." With that you resolutely got to your feet only to slip and fall in the mud again.

...

What a weird day. Good it was already over. Now you could spend some time bathing and washing off the mud.

"Fuck you, Jakob..." Figuratively speaking. You hated his abuse of power and how he treated you as if you were less than him. It was difficult to stop thinking about him, he had already made an important presence in your life. "Uuuugh..." The smooth rose petals didn't seem to be helping you relax. As much as you tried to inhale their sweet aroma, the image of him pointing the floor so you would kneel was difficult to get out of your head. "Did he wink at me?" You were pretty much confussed since you were receiving a lot of mixed messages. However, you had to admit that you didn't dislike the thought of having him around at that moment. With that, you closed your eyes and slowly massaged your tights underwater. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you imagined Jakub undressing from his opulent clothing in front of you. Him slowly getting inside of the bathtub with his hard penis. Planting a wet kiss on your lips as he slipped his dick inside you. The thought of being penetrated by him made you want to touch yourself desperately.

"What am I thinking?" You slapped your cheek and poured some cold water over your head ashamed of your actions. As much as you enjoyed that moment alone, you knew it was for the best. Getting laid with a catholic priest was impossible after all. Tomorrow you would confess your sins and maybe then he would treat you with respect. You didn't ask for more.

...

"It's true, I swear!" The tone of your voice sounded weirdly amusing. Your hands were shaking more than usual, making part of your drink spill on the ground.

"Yeah sure, you're telling me that Jakob appeared near your house at night and told you to confess your sins." Bogdan wasn't buying any of that bullshit. "I think you had to many drinks last night!" He forced a smile.

You grabbed him by his collar, checked the tavern and spoke softly. "I swear on my life Bogdan". The seriousness of your voice made him frown. "Either I get laid today or I get killed. I don't care which one of them it is".

"I thought you were happy in here." By his facial expression you could tell he was worried.

"Of course, I just need to clarify some stuff." You placed a hand firmly on Bogdan's sweaty shoulder and headed outside. The priest did not specify when you had to come to visit him. Because of the anxiety you were feeling, you left the meeting for the last moment of the day. That way you could avoid Jakub. A bit tipsy, you moved through the dark alleys of Adamczycha preparing for the worst.

"H-Hello?" Your voice shaked as you waited outside of the giant wooden doors of the church. After a minute or so you decided to head inside the church. To your surprise, the inside door was not closed. "Jakub?" You took your fluffy hat off and dipped your hand in the sink with holy water. You signed a quick cross and walked through the empty aisle. Some of the candles were lit making the statues more visible. At night and without people, it was quite frightening to walk through the church. To ease your nerves, you fiddled with the hat in your hands.

At the end of the aisle, you could see the altar with all its golden decorations. It was more empty than usual. All you could find was a note and a candle. Someone had been remodeling the building. You opened the note and with the help of the candle you read what it said.

"Find me in the confessional." Your voice echoed making you even more scared. You walked carefully towards the wooden confessional and blew the candle once you were in front of it. You were not sure if after all this time he would be waiting for you, but you decided to enter anyway.

"Hm, hm, Father?" You cleared your voice as you said that. If it hadn't been for his heavy breathing, you wouldn't have known he was on the other side.

"Hm, so now you are treating me with respect?" For the fist time, it was a relief to hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, when did I treat you with disrespect?" Calling him Father instead of Jakub was a bit weird, but you thought it was right to do so in his church.

"I know how you talk about me behind my back. My uncle Bogdan told me about it." You could not believe it, Bogdan didn't tell you he was Jakub's uncle.

"Can't I have private conversations with my friends?" Defending yourself seemed more reasonable than begging for forgiveness.

"Never mind, I have also talked shit about you."

"With whom?" As far as you knew, Jakub wasn't the type of person who had a lot of friends, so you decided to attack him with that question.

"With Him." He hummed. "I think it's time you forgive me in front of the Almighty."

"What about you?" Empowerment filled your body as you faced him and his absurd demands. This man was used to people giving him what he wanted right away. After all, he was his daddy's favourite. Having someone face him was still new for Jakub. Before you arrived, this whole town was under his control. Almost. Whatever he desired was granted by God. Well, almost everything. There was one thing he could not get which seemed to be torturing him. Since you arrived in the town, he started feeling uneasy and more weird than usual. He punished himself a lot. All those impure thoughts invading his body. His sexual desires overshadowed his core religious values. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I had enough!" For a moment that felt like years the confessional was filled with silence. You decided to break it as you were starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Look Jakub. I know I shouldn't have said those things about you with Bogdan. I felt like you were treating me disrespectfully so I started doing the same. What I want to say is... I'm sorry, I hope we can start over again." You swallowed your pride with that last line, but you didn't care. You simply didn't want to be on bad terms with him anymore. "What do you say?" You asked yet again, as the confessional was filled with silence.

"Why are you making this more difficult?" He blamed you for his own filthy desires.

"Making what?" You weren't sure what he was refering to.

Suddenly, Jakub's side door was opened. You could hear his footsteps marching somewhere else, so you decided to follow him.

...

To be continued.

[miyamoratsumuu]

I love the middle left pic sm idk what it is about it

dating sero pt. 2 ⭑๋܂⑅

[menlove]

god... your new fic made me cry, I truly can't even say just how much it affected me in a good way. it's going into absolute favs shelf to warm my heart on frosty nights. and of course, the spicy scenes were delicious, especially since it's mmt john and paul

AAAAAGH I'm so glad you liked it!! I loooove them so much and I had so much fun with it. and god yeah mmt john and paul make me insane. at some point I have on my docket a straight up smut fic for mmt bc they make me that crazy

thank you so much!! 🫶

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

1) This IMBI animatic, for sure! It was my first time making an animatic, so I'm pretty sure it's going to hold a special place in my heart for a long time!

2) Oh, I'm terrible at choosing this kind of stuff! Looking back through some of my Rise August and Risetober stuff, Spider-Mikey, Big Mama, and April are ones I like that have under 100 notes... So, I suppose I'll go with those!

3) Choosing just three is so hard!! I... might have to cheat a bit and choose three of each.

My favorite fics from this past year would have to be I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good by @dandylovesturtles (to no one's surprise), The Aftermath by @starrcrossrose, and Hide and Seek by @phoebepheebsphibs.

For comics, the ones I've been keeping up with the most would have to be Cass Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao (I mean, who isn't?), 2 Arms Left by @intotheelliwoods, and Swanatello by @tangledinink.

Art is a REALLY hard one, because there's just so much amazing art out there to choose from! But if I had to choose:

I have so much admiration for the Rise Reanimated project, because it was such an amazing collaboration between so many talented artists! I can only imagine how much time and effort went into getting the whole thing put together, and it's honestly incredible.

I have a real soft spot for these IMBI drawings by @intotheelliwoods, because they were what introduced me to my absolute favorite fic (and that fic was a large player in solidifying this fandom's hold on me long-term, so in a way, those drawings are at least partially responsible for a decent amount of my ongoing Rise obsession).

I absolutely love this drawing of Raph carrying Leo post-movie by @21cha, because it makes me feel things every single time I see it! Leo looks so tiny. So tired. Raph looks so concerned. Aaaaagh, my heart!!

[miyamoratsumuu]

PLEASE AAAH I NEED TO PUT IN MORE EFFORT SO I COULD STAY UP AND TALK TO U AND @satelitis MORE TOO:((

wdym i have to stay up till like 1-2am to talk to my pookie :((

[neoarchipelago]

Omg ima cry. That was so aaaaagh. My heart hurts from sadness and pure joy.

-your local dumbass 🐺

Which one my love? I'm on a rampage today? I suppose you mean the last red panda blurp, yeah...

[riddlingabout]

HSHDISBJC I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU THE SAME RECS THAT I GIVE EVERYONE BUT GUHHH

good luck, babe! (cause. come on. i heart sapphic angst.)

super graphic ultra modern girl (give it a listen, then look up elle woods version. thank me later.)

my kink is karma (THE HIGH NOTES EEEEE i looove love love singing this one)

hot to go (one of her most popular songs, yes, but SUCH. A. BANGERRR!!!!!)

picture you (i will never not recommend this to people cause OH MY GOD HER VOCAL FLIPS AAAAAGH)

OMG VIVI HOW DID I MISS THIS

EEEE

I LOVE SONG RECS, HIT ME WITH THEM ALWAYS <333

i hope you're doing okay, ily <3

[pearlzier]

just found out u hit 2k?!! so so proud of u pretty baby keep doing u hunny bunny!!!!

big kiss for ur pretty head 💗

AAAAAGH MY HEART I LOVE U SO MUCH :(((( THANK U ANGEL