#Herald of Darkness-FUCKING ESPECIALLY

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

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[lucifer-kane]

I don't like. Go Here, for the Alan Wake games or anything but ohhhh my god. The musical sections in the second game (as well as other games made by the same people) go so hard. It's such an interesting way to format a level. Not only do the songs fuck so hard but god just. The visual design is sick as hell.

[violet-eng]

f!reader reacts to Zhongli (Morax)! "apoptosis" during Rite of Descension | angst + 🔞 NSFW

So... I've always wondered how Zhongli's close friends (let's pretend he has close friends) would react to his death during the Rite of Descension...

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Summary: Zhongli and you are a couple, and you know he's Rex Lapis. How would you react if your beloved dragon boyfriend dies in front of your eyes during the Rite of Descension? Or worse yet, how would you react if you found out that he is actually alive?

Tw: Angst (a lot), smut, 🔞, MDNI, p i v, nipple sucking, words of hate during sex (i hate you), mentionsof death.

🎨 by: Nid417 2k words.

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The soft caress of Zhongli's fingers on your forehead woke you up in the morning, bringing you back to the earthly realm and wrenching you from the comfortable sleep you had taken as a reward for your performance the night before. Like every night, Zhongli had abused you in bed, using you until he left his empty balls in your belly. 

The light streaming through the window, the rays of sunshine heralding a new day, brighten your face as you realize that Zhongli has gotten out of bed. You watch him get dressed, the shirt covering his arms, golden marks on his dark skin, the marks of your nails on his back, crimson traces open to the passage of your passion.

"Today is going to be a long day," your ardent lover says as he adjusts his tie, "I'm sorry to have to wake you, it's never my intention to cause you any discomfort, but I'm afraid on this occasion it was absolutely necessary."

"The Rite of Descension is today, I had forgotten," you mention, leaning back on your elbows and rubbing your eyes, the locks of hair falling over the valley of your breasts, the sheet covering you sliding down to your waist, giving Zhongli a magnificent view as he adjusts his pants.

"When it's all over, we should have dinner... and then maybe try our luck at starting a family," he says, though it's hard to make out his words because of the volume of his voice. Zhongli speaks with a tinge of nostalgia, a back and forth of dark feelings and a melancholy aura, he has been in this state for several weeks now.

"I guess there's no point in me asking you again what's wrong with you today," you say, embellishing the sentence with a subtle laugh, sometimes your dear Morax is very secretive about his feelings and manages to become hermetic and unshakable as a rock, today is one of those days.

"I promise you that once the Rite culminates, all your questions will be answered," he says, sitting next to you, caressing the curve of your back and tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. One of Zhongli's favorite images is your face when you wake up...especially the morning after a good fuck. There's something about your puffy eyes that drives him crazy, or the scarlet color on your skin from his teeth the night before that makes him lose his mind, whatever it is, he finds you to be the most charming creature he's ever met in his millennia of existence.

"I only ask you," Zhongli says, continuing the conversation, keeping the cryptic tone he had a few moments ago, "I only ask you not to be afraid, no matter what you see, do not be afraid. I will come back to you no matter what happens”

"You always do," you say as you turn around, your face lit up with a smile and your breasts in full view as you reach out a hand that manages to caress his cheek, "that's our contract, darling, you always come back to me."

Zhongli fiercely fights the desire to fuck you at this moment, these words and this image you have given him.... He takes a deep breath before getting up from the bed, ignoring his instincts. There will be time to indulge your carnal desires.

You know the Rite of Descent in detail, you have witnessed it and heard it performed firsthand. This time there is nothing out of the usual, perhaps a new face or two, but nothing out of the ordinary. You find yourself looking forward to what will happen next, and perhaps during the night you will comment to Zhongli how strange it is to see him in his draconic form, and how sweet you find his empathic act of introducing himself to the....

The rumble of the lifeless body of the Lord of Liyue falling echoes through the place. The offerings table is a mess, and the ensuing uproar even more so. There is talk of murder, the Millelith rushes in pursuit of the suspects, and as the rest of the crowd disperses, you lie in place, frozen, stunned by what you have witnessed. You bring your hands to your chest in a reflex to stop the heartbeat that seems to pierce your skin, the sound of the Millelith's footsteps confused with the thumping rhythm of your heart, your lip trembling and your hands sweating, your trembling fingers clutching the fabric of your clothes, trying to bring you back to reality as you watch the body of your beloved Morax lying lifeless before your eyes.

"Tell Wangsheng Funeral Parlor what happened," Keqing orders you... or is it Ningguang's voice? " Y/n! There's no time to waste, go!"

Much to your chagrin, you find yourself running to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, your eyes on the verge of bitter tears and deep weeping, but you cannot afford to do so, not when you cannot explain your reaction to others. You walk down the stairs, wondering: Did Zhongli's recent attitude mean that he suspected that someone wanted to kill him, and if so, why didn't he trust you? The questions cloud your mind, you stumble over some people while debating with yourself, Zhongli knew it, in short, that's why he had such a mysterious attitude lately, he knew he would abandon you? No, you're cursing yourself, you can't think about him like that, especially now that he's... You can't even think of the word, Morax, Rex Lapis, your beloved Zhongli, is an immortal being who has traveled miles of life, he is a powerful being, the strongest of the gods... or he was... ....

You resign yourself to the facts, to the image of the dragon lying on the rubble, his chest motionless, his eyes lifeless... you had not even been able to say goodbye to him that morning. With regret gnawing at your heart, you burst into Wangsheng's funeral parlor and called out to Hu Tao.

"Rex Lapis," you say with a lump in your throat, as she grabs your arms and asks you to calm down, "Rex Lapis is..." you pause over your words as the figure of your lover emerges from one of the offices.

"Y/n" Hu Tao agitates you, but you are absorbed in the image coming towards you, the way Zhongli hurries to give you a drink.

"He's dead," you manage to finish the sentence without taking your eyes off Zhongli. Hu Tao is shocked by this and laments over such an unfortunate event, delving into theories that could have led to something like this happening.

"There is no reason to jump to conclusions at a time like this," Zhongli suggests, "Ninnguang must need help.

It is Hu Tao who leaves the place at his subordinate's suggestion, leaving him in charge of your welfare, your poor condition being too obvious to the average eye. It is just the two of you in the room, the sound of commotion outside is beyond reproach, but at this moment, you are oblivious to what is going on outside.

Zhongli holds out his coat to you, draping it over your shoulders and adjusting the collar over your chest, you holding the drink he offered you a few moments ago. You analyze him closely, your eyes scanning him in detail, taking in every inch of his image. 

"Y/n," he whispers as he caresses your shoulders, his hands coddling your arms, looking at you like an infant about to cry.

"Zhongli," saying his name feels like breathing out your last breath of life. You bring your hesitant hand to his face, a reflection of your desire to check if what you are observing is real. You press his skin against your palm, and he leans into the familiar touch of your caress.

"My beautiful y/n, I beg your forgiveness" he muses as he moves the cup away from your hands, to take your small limbs between his, kissing your knuckles gingerly.

The gesture causes you to burst into tears, to throw yourself into his arms and release the sea of bitterness and pain that had built up in your chest. Zhongli pulls you close to him, wrapping you in an embrace that he hopes will never break, that he hopes will prove how sorry he is for the hurt he has caused you. You ask him for explanations between sobs, you reproach him for not being clear with you, for letting you believe he was dead, you beat his chest in agony and resentment, and he allows you to do so, if it were up to him, you could actually kill him at that very moment, he deserves no less, not when he has made you shed tears for him so bitterly.

"You should have told me" you whimper, and your legs start to shake. The burning in your chest grows and you feel like you will faint at any moment. Zhongli senses it, senses every change in your organism, so he hurries to ask you to return home.

The road passes in silence, Zhongli has put his arm around your shoulder, and along the way he has showered you with pleas to redeem himself, but you ignore him, you don't even look at him, and that hurts him deeply.

You cross the door and go into the room to lie down on the bed, finally you can no longer use your legs, you have never felt so weak, so useless... You let out the rest of your cry on the pillows, leaning on your hands, your chest heaving for air, the shock hasn't completely left you...

Zhongli approaches you and puts a hand on your back, but you clearly warn him not to come near you, not to touch you, and maybe you are being too hard on him, but it is what you think he deserves. 

"Go away," you order sharply, "you're supposed to be dead... you..." you speak nonsense, it's the pain of shock that overwhelms you.

"What are you saying?" Zhongli exclaims in anguish, searching for your face, though you hide it well for him. He struggles with you, trying to bring you to your senses, "I'm here, my love, it's me... I'm alive," he says, taking your hands and pressing them to his chest, where his desperate heart beats in desperation. You look at him pitifully, your eyes drenched with tears, your lip trembling.

"This is the heart of a living man," he says, "and this is the warmth of a living man's skin," he says, bringing your hands to his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt in a desperate act, and as the shock of his desperation strikes your complexion, you seem to snap out of your trance.

"Zhongli..." you finally whisper.

"Here I am, beautiful, I came back for you..." he muses, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You always..." you falter, "you always come back to me," your breath mingles with his, as hot as yours. You rush to his lips, so eager to taste his breath of life, the divinity escaping his mouth like groans as you bite his lip, pressing it harder against your mouth.

"This is our contract," Zhongli says between kisses, a trickle of saliva between the two of you as he removes his shirt and your clothes.

He fucks you with anger, with desire and a burning he didn't know he was holding back. And you scream, your moans high and boisterous, not caring what is happening outside or how sacrilegious it is that you are fucking while everyone outside is suffering the death of Rex Lapis... the same Rex Lapis who is pounding on your cervix with fervor and enormous force, the same one who is massaging your clitoris while sucking on one of your nipples.

"I hate you," you spit angrily, drowning out your moans as you cling to his arms.

"It's what I deserve," he says, just as vulgar as you, sonorous and quite vocal, resting one of your legs on his shoulders, "hate me all you want, y/n, but then scream my name when you cum and when you give birth to our children."

"You bastard," you moan as your fingernails leave scarlet marks on his sculpted shoulders, "don't stop.... Zhongli, don't stop," the way he pounds you is delicious and your guts know it as they twist in a hot knot as his cock makes its way into your pussy.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he repeats, not stopping his assault, settling on top of you to look at the bulge rising in your belly where his cock is abusing you. He puts one of his hands on yours, the other massaging your thigh and the flesh on his shoulder, looking at you with a devotion that you do not recognize, as if you were a treasure, a goddess....

His hips crash mercilessly against yours, and you, as spiteful as you are horny, can't help but make the most vulgar sounds you can. You feel Zhongli's balls slapping against your skin, the frantic movement in and out of your pussy, the way something inside you seems to snap from the force of his penetration. He has you wide open for him, fully exposed, and he gives himself to you like the devotee he is when he fucks you, seeking only your pleasure.

"Zhongli..." you moan as one of your fingers gently caresses the line that divides his scarred abdomen, your digit running down the valley of his rock hard muscles....

"Let me take care of you, darling," he says, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it, leaning down to capture your lips with his mouth. His tongue penetrates the roof of your mouth and you feel your throat receive the visit of such a welcome guest.

Zhongli turns you over, your body snug against the sheets, your face deep in the mattress, and he on top of you. He continues to stir your loins as he lets his chest fall on your back, his face sinking into your shoulder, and you feel that this way, so close to him, he has better access to you. His cock twists in your favorite spot, the one that makes you let out a yelp and reach out a hand for support, grasping the silk between your fingers. Zhongli intertwines his hand with yours, and there, trapped beneath his body, at the mercy of his relentless assault, he whispers a "I love you" with deep regret.

"Zhongli," you moan, completely trapped between the bed and how well he is fucking you, your hands trapped in his, "I love you...damn it...I love you," you cry out as you convulse beneath him, your orgasm erupting as he bathes your velvety walls with his white seed.

You turn your face to breathe. Zhongli doesn't let go or leave you. You stay like this for a moment, enjoying the heat the other gives off. Zhongli kisses your shoulder blade and you feel the remains of his cum leave you as he pulls his cock out of your abused hole. The empty feeling makes you moan. He doesn't let go of you at any point, clinging to you as he lies down and sets you beside him, wrapping you in his arms, securing you in an embrace as he leaves deep kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. Your chest heaves for air, the ecstasy you feel is unlike anything you have experienced before, no previous encounter has ever been like this.

"I didn't mean it," you say, your voice hoarse, your throat scratchy from shouting, "I don't hate you...I couldn't," you turn to him, meeting amber eyes that look at you with calm and deep regret.

"Do you forgive me?" he asks in a sweet, syrupy, insistent tone. 

"My dear Morax," you whisper, taking refuge in his chest, "I forgave you the moment I felt your aching heart beat with concern for me."

These words are enough for Zhongli to ease the weight he was carrying so that he can rest his chin on your head and breathe in the scent of your hair, mixed with the smell of sex in the room.

He strokes your back, running his fingers over your small human form, downplaying the commotion outside, focusing only on you and your well-being....

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 🥴 maybe they’d be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?

(Because I’m in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I haven’t come across anyone with whom I’d like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)

I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this ❤️🕊️

Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost they’re a virgin while things are about to go down. 

A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust.  I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have – he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side – not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further.  Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience… it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things – with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader ❤️❤️❤️ much love 😘

Simon Riley was a one of a kind man. 

He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him. 

Simon was not only sturdy and mature – he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.

Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.

And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.

Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him. 

After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.

A bedrock. 

With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.

After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.

In real life, things were not that breezy.

Because what would he say if – no, when – you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two? 

What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth? 

It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then… Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.

He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.

Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the same–if not greater–fervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.

And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was. 

He felt safe.

In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects. 

Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?

You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth? 

Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone. 

Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm. 

Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.

Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside. 

.  .  .

Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth – and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You should’ve known it was only a matter of time with him.

The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.

"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy. 

You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck. 

"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.

"Don't be. This has been fun." 

He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest. 

"But it's about time I torture you, right?"

Oh God…

Things happen so fast that it’s hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.

He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when it’s time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.

He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant. 

His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him – against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.

The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.

"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. He’s a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.

"Yes," you try to assure him – a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.

"You afraid…?" 

"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.

"Mm. That makes two of us." 

He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient. 

Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this… giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy. 

He’s a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.

"Alright… Come here."

He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. There’s no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide. 

The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power… It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding. 

You feel both lost and found with him. In him.

He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for – and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.

Shit… You need to tell him – and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.

"Simon…?"

"Mm-hm?" 

He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.

"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.

Great… 

Here comes the awkward.

He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.

"Is that so?"

His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.

"Yes…?" 

A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch. 

"Love… Are you sure you want to do this?"

Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.

He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower. 

He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.

"Sweetheart."

His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheart…

"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.

"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.

"Now… listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you don’t wanna do."

You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met… You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal – not until now.

He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.

"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.

I want you.

You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“You want it with me?”

“Yes.”

"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody – and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.

"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.

"Well, in that case…" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."

Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear. 

His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.

"Oh–" 

He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on – you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.

"You like that?"

"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.

"That's it…" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."

You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.

"Simon?"

"Speak your mind, love."

"Are you disappointed…?"

He stops again, a breath away from you. 

"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disa–"

He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he's…ardent, and very, very serious.

"Love, I'm honored."

You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.

"Silly little thing…" 

It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.

You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.

"Look at that… All wet and sweet for me already."

The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is – he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so close…

"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"

The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside. 

Oh God oh God–

You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough… not nearly enough.

"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"

You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen. 

"Yes."

[mindfang-srevenge]

Homestuck Kids and Which TMA Entity They're Associated With: A Second List By Static, with ADDITIONAL NOTATION That None Of This Is An Insult to Anyone

Read the first of these, featuring the OG troll gang: here

John: Desolation, and hear me out. Much like the argument I made for Sollux, everything gets ripped away from John over and over again. He loses his world, then his house, then his LIFE, then his DAD, then his FRIENDS, then his LIFE (again). John is continually losing everything he cares about, and it forms a weirdly core part of his character, especially considering the fact that he keeps repressing that loss and presenting a chipper face over it.

Rose: Eye. Rose is all about finding secrets (how she fell in with Doc Scratch) and breaking the game in the most interesting way possible. She stumbles across the game because she's looking for information about how to bring Jaspers back. She's constantly looking to shed light on secrets and discover answers, which is definitely eye-aligned. She's even willing to make a pact with the Horrorterrors to find out information about the Green Sun and the end of the game, which makes her an avatar in my book.

Dave: This might just be the overarching entity for all Time players, actually, but Dave-- much like Aradia-- is End aligned due to his reoccurring fascination with dead things. The man outright admits it several times-- he's just as fascinated by death as she is, with perhaps even a more morbid tilt than traditional archaeology. He's also a time traveler, which makes him continually privy to information about how the others will die unless he does something (with Davesprite as a noteable example). If he took on a more passive role (Knights are an active class) I think this might present itself a little more heavily, much like Aradia's connection is more prominent. Basically maybe aradia and dave should just hang outsometime they might be friends ahave we considered this yet hang on wait where are you going---

Jade: Vast, but heavily influenced by the Lonely. We can't talk about Jade without discussing the heavy influences that her isolation has had over her life, but her powers align so heavily with the Vast that that isolation takes on an entirely different context. She's separated from everyone but Bec by vast expanses of ocean. She has the ability to make things Vast or not-Vast by virtue of being a Space player. She is, once again, separated from everyone during the Yard by vast expanses of paradox space. She is continually alone, but in that alone-ness she's physically isolated, which overall pushes her from Lonely to a proper Vast categorization.

Jane: Extinction. In the alpha timeline, Jane is the herald of the end, but she's more than that. She's the heiress to CrockerCorp, the establishment that will eventually fucking TERRAFORM the entire earth-- which, if that doesn't classify as an extinction-level event, I don't know what does. Jane's also our introductory character for a dead session, wherein all of the consorts are literally extinct. Really the CrockerCorp stuff is more important, though-- Jane oftentimes remains loyal to the company, even going as far as to restart it on Earth C, despite what CrockerCorp has previously been responsible. She's constantly a herald of change, and death.

Roxy: Dark. It's low-hanging fruit, sure, but she's heavily textually involved with the obscuring of information. I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER, although I cannot find the text sources for it, that when she's drunk, Calliope can't see her, which is VERY Dark-aligned. Roxy's methods are also obscured, since she's a void player, and she's a Derse dreamer, which means her mental state is . . . also pretty dark, if just metaphorically. Due to her position in the retcon, as well, Roxy's past is obscured, lost to another universe entirely.

Dirk: This motherfucker is hard to sort, but in a pinch I think I'd say Stranger over Web. He does have definite ties to the Web-- if it were a thing in TMA, I'd say he serves both simultaneously, but that's a purely fanon construct so we're gonna play it safe. Dirk is constantly hiding his true self behind layers of masks, mirrors, and splinters. Nobody can every talk to the real Dirk Strider-- instead, they end up talking to Hal or DreamGhostDirk or some other similar entity. The puppet stuff draws into this, as well-- the original Lil Cal is Dirk's, before LE takes over the body, and Lil Cal is a horrorshow of Stranger imagery. (He's also just a horrorshow) Dirk is obsessed with building almost-human constructions (see Squarewave and Sawtooth), as well as hiding behind these constructs to conceal himself or his motives. Overall, Stranger, with heavy ties to the Web.

Jake: Lonely. Even when he's around people, Jake has trouble connecting. Whereas Jade is separated physically, Jake is also separated socially. He can't seem to make the relationship with Dirk ever work out (even if a chunk of that is Dirk's fault). He can't talk to Jane about anything, ever, especially that he's not interested in her.

[space-blue]

What are your thoughts on Vi becoming an enforcer in Arcane? Do you think there's any way for it to be well-written and how would you prefer it to go down?

I've talked about Vi before and especially how I don't appreciate how the rushed romance destroyed her character in the third act.

So enforcer Vi? I hate it. Unless they take a very bold, very dark angle on Vi's motivations or what it does to her to become an enforcer and betray her people, I genuinely don't expect good things.

Like, the poor, destitute, orphaned by enforcer child, to unlawful prisoner regularly beaten in isolation, to fucking COP pipeline should really never exist, unless it's to explore some sort of really intense psychological trauma and maybe Stockholm syndrom…

I'm scared because she's truly a cop in the game. She's got splash art in cliche cop gear eating donuts, and her voice lines (rehauled for the show) had police brutality jokes. She just wasn't "that deep", and the show made her final position a little more untenable. Knowing her background, it makes very little sense she'd ever align with Piltover. I really hope they don't use her interest in Cait as the main mean to get her in uniform…

Can't we have canon lesbians that aren't fucking cops?? I thought Cait would go more down the rogue investigator route, making her charming, using her family and wealth for her eccentric pursuits and obsession for the truth�� But it's not really what we got.

The only way I can see this well done for Vi is if she slowly relents when she's not getting results alone, and resigns herself to asking Cait for help. Maybe then she'd find that she thrives as an investigator or mediator. Like, seeing Vi, throughout the season, slowly realise she's good at policing her own people, and they respect her, and maybe if she's the one doing it, then enforcers won't have to, and she can make it easier on everyone… basically becoming Vander 2.0, is the only way I can see her regularly collaborating with Cait.

That OR go broke and make her a class traitor! I don't mind! It's dark, it's fucked, but PLEASE just don't give us a bird brained Vi who follows Cait because she's horny and can't understand class politics 101. That would be so sad.

I want Vi to struggle with Vander's legacy, to realise that the brutality she's inflicting with her stolen gauntlets is exactly what he didn't want for her. That she's taking her place into the cycle of violence that keeps the place down. Even better if she struggles with Silco's legacy, and realising at last that she'd actually have been on his side if not for all the blood between them and her insurmountable distate for shimmer. 'Oh no, the guy you hate was right about something' sort of struggle. Especially if it pitches her against Cait and BOTH OF THEM have to actually acknoledge how fucked things are, and that patronising idealistic speeches to victims of oppression isn't 'change' or 'good enough'.

I'd love to see Vi demanding enforcer help on her terms because she blames the problems going on in the Undercity on them, on the council, and through Cait's endorsement, trying to use them to fix things. That's a way for Vi to slowly get used to their methods, to feel bad when one dies, to go to strategy meetings and slowly, slowly… become cordial. Even if it disgusts everyone else.

Urgh, idk, honestly. I try not to think about it too much. Cait and Vi are my biggest regret from season 1, as I felt like they were both weakened by the way they were used on each other. I don't expect either of their storylines to be my jam in season 2. I'm going in there for Viktor mostly. Got to see my boy finish drinking Singed's Nasty Juice and go full Machine Herald.

Him, Jinx, Mel and Sevika are my main draws to the show. That and the art and story were rivetting enough that I expect any sad Lesbian Cop disappointment to be dismissable.

[ladykatibeth]

So, I wrote a short pre-canon ineffable bureaucracy fic based around the demon Beelzebub having been said to have ruled over a city for a short period, and my idea of Gabriel being sent to stop them….

“Stop, Demon! God has commanded thee to leave this place at once!”

The Supreme Archangel Gabriel, Herald Of Visions, Messenger of God, or as he may be called around 3000 years later, the Archangel fucking Gabriel, sent to thwart the demon closest to him in status and power, the Prince of Hell, Lord Of The Flys, Beelzebub, considers himself to be very fashionable, and so he decided to use the most fashionable of forms available for thwarting.

In order to make himself look more intimidating, Gabriel had summoned a ring of celestial fire, to circle his body, and a couple of floating eyes to match.

Because this was important, Gabriel was rarely sent to Earth to resolve a situation, he spent most of his time managing the hundreds upon hundreds of angels, and Heaven in turn, and preferred to delegate, but he was especially picked as Beelzebub’s only match in both position and power.

He needed to look his best, fit for the occasion, he was specifically called upon by God.

Angel’s tend to regard this form as pretty classic, though humans, if Angels had ever thought to ask them, would more likely use the terms “horrifying” and “oh god” and “please don’t hurt me.”

Which was exactly the reaction the humans had had when he first entered the city, much to Gabriel’s surprise and annoyance. They had fled quickly into the city, to warn their God, the God who had been looking after them all this time. The God who was actually the demon Beelzebub, once a powerful angel, now a powerful prince of Hell.

He had followed them to where they had run, which was the middle of the city, in a beautiful ornate temple surrounded by soldiers, and priestesses and priests, and a throne fit for a deity holding Beelzebub themself, right in the middle of the town.

Beelzebub has made themself look like royalty, in a beautiful expensive dark robe, with a clasp of silver on either arm, and a mesmerizing metal hair piece, that made their dark eyes pop, of course, their ever present flies still surround them. Gabriel pauses to force himself to think, ‘Of course, no matter how dressed up, they’re still a demon.’

As soon as he had appeared the humans had fled almost immediately behind them. Not to, as Gabriel thought they should have, Heaven’s light, but to a demon!

This was all Heavens fault really, they had let the situation get way out of hand. When Beelzebub had first started being worshiped in this city, Heaven had wrongly assumed that the problem would be fixed on its own, once the humans realized Beelzebub was only there to harm them, they’d try to depose them, or flee, and Heaven wouldn’t need to interfere.

Unfortunately Beelzebub had turned out to be a fairly competent ruler of human cities. Keeping away blight, efficiently solving problems presented to them, managing to avoid conflict with neighboring cities. They were adored. A demon! It had to be stopped.

Not that Gabriel was surprised they were competent, they were actually pretty remarkable when it came to managing Hell—they were even sometimes more easy to work with than the other archangels, though he’d never say that out loud, of course.

“No.” Right. Sometimes.

“What do you mean no? You can’t just—“

“No.”

“List—“

“No.”

“I command you to—“

“No.”

Gabriel puts on a whining tone entirely unsuited to an archangel, “Beelzebub, Please.”

“I said no. I don’t want to leave, and you can’t make me, not without a fight, anyway.”

Gabriel stutters for a bit, before regaining his bearings and straightening his spine.

“God has commanded you to—“

“God.” They give him a look like even saying the name has filled them with utter disgust. He bristles, slightly.

“Yes, God,” and here he drags it out so it sounds like ga-ad, and sticks his nose prissily up in the air “has commanded you to leave this city.”

“The God who kicked me out? Who I’m no longer obligated to listen to? That God?” They look him up and down.

“Um.” He shuffles his foot a little.

“That’s what I thought.” Beelzebub turns to the people, still cowering behind them, and asks sweetly “would you all like me to leave? To face him” they turn to indicate Gabriel, still in the terrifying form that led them to cower in the first place, “by yourselves?” they shake their heads vigorously.

Gabriel looks at the humans, who are visibly terrified, and then, a little embarrassed, slowly comes down while taking off the adornments, until he’s in a form that could be considered human if you didn’t look too closely at the eyes.

“Beelzebub, you have given me no choice but to disincorporate you.”

They smirk at him.

He pauses, waiting for them to realize what he said and get appropriately mad or scared or whatever a Demon should feel when they’ve been told they’re about to be discorporated.

He waits. And waits. And eventually—“Stop smiling at me.”

“Why should I? I know you won’t.”

He starts to feel a bit indignant, “Of course I—“

“You haven’t got the paperwork.” They pause and lean smuggly back into their seat.

Now, the Archangel Gabriel may be said to be incompetent in many areas, socially? At times. Knowing the ends and outs of human reproduction? Of course. Communicating important information? If you were to ask Miriam, Job, and Daniel they’d all certainly agree.

But paperwork, paperwork he could do, very well, and for this demon to suggest otherwise—

“What??? Of course I have—” Gabriel walks up to them nearly shoving the scroll in their face—before stepping back.They take it and look over it. “Well, it does say you can discorporate me, that’s true, but there’s no permit to kill humans here.”

The archangel Gabriel barely keeps himself from stomping his foot, “Well I’m not here to kill humans, obviously, I’m here for you.”

“Right, but these humans worship me, to get to me you’d have to kill them first.” And at that a few dozen humans regain their bearing and bravely step in front. “And we both know it’d be an even fight, lots of humans would be hurt in the mix up…..”

Gabriel stops short. They’re right. Unfortunately. He doesn’t have clearance for that.

He looks at the humans and grimaces “and I guess you won’t step aside willingly.”

They glance at each other before one speaks “No, we honor our Lord, Beelzebub, we will not desert them.”

“Ughhhhh,” Gabriel looks to the sky as if asking for mercy. “And you really won’t leave?”

They raise their eyebrows. “Of course.” the archangel Gabriel says, “of course you won’t just leave,” Again a near whine.

And so the archangel leaves, or more precisely, storms out, with a lot less grace and dignity, and in fact, a good deal of embarrassment, than he came in with.

[detectivelokis]

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It’s almost close to four in the morning when John makes it back to the ranch from his impromptu meeting with the other heralds. The plan he had formulated just hours earlier had been a success and after hours of patrolling the farm, his chosen, alongside Jacob’s, took a hold of Kellet's for themselves. Blood had been shed, as was to be expected, but after the other day, Mr. Kellet and his farm hands needed a lesson in decorum and this was his way of teaching them.

As he creeps quietly inside his bedroom, he spots Charlene in his bed, sound asleep and curled up in the fetal position; her freckled skin bathing in the moonlight. The patient and respectful part of him tells himself to let her sleep. After many nights of nightmares and restless sleep, she deserves this peaceful slumber.

The other side of him disagrees. And unfortunately for her, John cannot control himself. His desire to tell her everything that happened tonight bit by bit coupled with his need for something more… intimate wins out in the end.

Shedding his clothes, the Baptist hurriedly climbs into bed beside the sleeping woman, his hand reaching out to rest upon the soft exposed skin of her belly. “Are you awake?,” he whispers in her ear; his voice more husky and urgent than he anticipated.

“You’re home,” she mumbles as she backs into him, involuntarily snuggling into his hold.

John perks up at the way she calls his ranch “home”, a smile beginning to tug at his lips. “Did you really think I would leave you here alone all night? Especially after some of my men had a confrontation out at the Kellet farm?”

His words bring her to attention. Rolling onto her side, she gazes up at him, olive eyes bleary. “What happened at the Kellet’s? I thought you took care of that.” She pauses, chewing on her lip. “Legally.”

John finds her charming like this, brunette waves tousled and her normally high-pitched Montanan accent roughened by sleep. He reminds himself to wake her up more often.

“You’re right, I did. But you see, old Mr. Kellet couldn’t keep his mouth shut and I think we both know there’s just some things I cannot abide by.”

Charlie fiddles with the key to his bunker contemplatively, wrapping the silver chain around her fingers. “Did you kill him?,” she asks, harkening back to that night on the stairs when she asked a similar question.

Unlike then, John has a different response. “Yes,” is all he can say, blue eyes scanning her features in an attempt to gauge her reaction.

Her face remains composed as she leans back into the blue silk sheets, her hand that’s caught in his necklace pulling him down with her. “Okay,” she finally replies after what feels like ages. “Thank you for being honest with me. That means something.”

Leaning up, Charlie places a soft and gentle kiss to his lips, her free hand moving to comb through his dark locks. John can’t help but let his tongue coax her mouth open, letting it lazily glide against hers.

She whines at the contact before pulling away to rest her forehead against his, green eyes fluttering shut. “John,” she whispers ever-so-softly.

“Yes, Charlene?”

“Did you wake me up to talk to me or to fuck me?”

John falters for a brief moment. He was hoping his little wake up call would come off as a sweet gesture, one that she might even find charming. With a deep sigh, he absentmindedly brushes back the stray waves falling over her eyes.

“I was ideally aiming for both.”

“That’s what I thought.”

[romaritimeharbor]

That's good to hear... and yes, I will tell about my OC!

So, I've been on this kick with Aquatic-themed stuff as of recent, because it can have such a distinct aesthetic to it, and it's just a favorite design theme of mine in general. And I really wanted to tap into that more eldritch horror aspect of the Aeons, and especially Yaoshi. So lemme do a little backstory for this!

So, the OC (who I'm currently considering the names "Schylla" or "Cliodnha" for) and her species - a race of sentient squid-creatures who I've yet to figure out a name for- herald from the oceanic moon of 'Cordelia III' which orbits the Gas Giant 'Cordelia Prime'. At one point, their home was brought to the brink of environmental collapse when for a brief time the IPC occupied the system and stripped the moon of most of its vital resources and pollution (Schylla/Cliodnha's were still mostly feral by this point in their existence). All life on the moon was doomed to extinction.... until they arrived.

Them

Yaoshi, the Sanctus Medicus. They who arrived at Cordelia III, gazed upon the destruction wrought upon the moon by the IPC's selfish materialism, saw how life struggled to push on as their world was in its death throes, and could not help but to shed a tear in grief. They whose tear fell upon the desecrated surface of the moon, and in an instance... breathed life back into it. And as the power of the Abundance resurrected the Moon of Cordelia III, Scyhlla/Cliodnha's people, who felt the pain of their dying world so deeply, found their evolutionary timetable forwarded by several thousand years (thou they were still far from a "proper" space faring people).

And Scyllha/Cliodnha, the first of her people to swim to the surface of the waters and gaze upon the Aeon themself in ultimate gratitude, found herself elevated as one of their Path's Emanators. Who upon witnessing the Xianzhou destroying the homeworlds of her fellow Denizens', and knew they would donthe same to Cordelia III if they were to find it, made a quite peculiar. With the immense power gufted to them by the Plagues Author, they plucked their home-moon from its orbit around the Gas Giant, sustaining it's revitalized enviroment with the power their Emanatorship gave them, and now dragged with them through the Darkness between the Stars, camouflaging herself and her moon amidst the darkness, occasionally assisting the other species of the Denizens of Abundance in the unending war with the Chosen of the Hunt.

The Xianzhou to this day still struggle with pinpointing the homeworld of her race, oblivious to how she plays the part of the ultimate, interstellar tugboat LOL

WHATTTTTT. HELLO? WYRM??????? THIS GOES SO HARD I LOVE YOUR OC SHE'S SOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

damn dude the ipc CANNOT stop destroying ecosystems 💀 can they chill out for like 2 seconds and oh idk maybe STOPPPPP trying to colonize and farm planets for all they have to offer...... fuck the ipc all my homies hate the ipc 🗣❗️❗️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE CAMOFLAUGING ABUNDANCE FACTION PLANETS!!!!! ARCADIA (ambrose & artemis' homeworld) ALSO DOES THIS IN A WAY!!!!!!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE WHEN FAN PLANETS DO THAT IT'S MY FAVORITE THING. DO YOU.UNDERSTAND HOW SICK (/POS) THAT CONCEPT IS. FUCK YEA CAMOFLAUGING PLANETS

i'm so normal about your oc i promise 😇

[agentshades]

*****Alan Wake 2 Spoilers ahead******

***You Have Been Warned***

I cannot express to you all how many *e m o t i o n s* I have tied up in the We Sing/Herald of Darkness chapter of this game. If you are only getting in on the Remedy fandom with Alan Wake 2 (welcome, by the way) then you may not fully understand how incredible it is that Alan Wake 2 happened at all and may not have the full context for how much that song and sequence represents.

Back in 2010 when Alan Wake was first released, Remedy had originally planned to follow it up immediately with a sequel (hence why it ended on such a cliffhanger.) But this was the early 2010s. Multiplayer was king, and EA was doing stupid shit like saying "Single player games are dead" and Microsoft, Remedy's publisher at the time, had zero interest in doing a single player sequel, especially not with an IP they did not own, like Alan Wake.

So years passed with those of us who loved the first game essentially left to conclude it wouldn't ever get a sequel. We had a decade of teases, references, and nods that Remedy hadn't forgotten about us but it seemed like the stars were never going to align for poor Alan. It got even worse for a while when musical rights issues caused the original Alan Wake to be pulled from stores and become literal abandonware for a while. You could not legally buy the game. Not great for hopes of a sequel.

So for the sequel to finally, finally happen and incorporate everything Remedy has learned over the years between AW1 and AW2, take it all one step further, and then to include a fucking *20 minute choreographed interactive rock opera celebrating everything that is special about Alan Wake* just floored me. I've shed tears over how beautiful it is. It feels like Remedy literally singing from the rafters that no matter how bad it got they never forgot about us and that now that they can finally make the game they've wanted to make for over a decade they're going to celebrate it as much as we are.

That little *grin* on Alan's face at the very end after his cheeky sip of coffee from an Oh Deer Diner mug says it all. In the middle of everything, in a capitalist hellscape where artistic integrity and actually making stuff that makes people happy seems to constantly fall victim to parasites in corporate board rooms we got it *this.* We got the game we'd hoped for and not only did it live up to our expectations it blew them out the God Damn Window. I'm probably going to finish the game tonight, based on the climactic vibes I'm getting, and I literally felt myself getting emotional in the car on the way to work today because I will never get to experience this for the first time ever again and that moment is almost over.

And if you are looking to support Poets of the Fall as Old Gods of Asgard they dropped the single of Herald of Darkness today, so maybe give it a listen or twelve and let them know how much we appreciate their work!

[we-return-in-waves]

Top 5 lines you’ve written in your fics?

oh my god this took me ages i was here agonising over my own writing like WHATS THE BEST?? also, i have discussed some favourite lines in an ao3 wrapped so i have deliberately exluded those from this list! under the cut <3

And when Gaara pulled off his clothes and kissed every scar on the damaged blunt instrument he called his body, love pouring luminous in the light of his shallow-sea eyes, Lee finally understood why someone would use the Eighth Gate even at the cost of their own life. - march of progress [succisa virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)]

UNAPOLOGETICALLY THIS FUCKS also it's personally my favourite line of the lee chapter of mop by a mile. also, funny joke, but when i was putting this list together of all the contenders i realised that i used the word luminous in no less than four of them. i need more words

Gaara pressed himself closer in lieu of using his voice, which had, for the first time in his life, abandoned him entirely, placed his hands over Lee’s flaming cheeks, and kissed him. Kissed him like a man dying of thirst, kissed him like he was an oasis, kissed him the way sunlight kisses flowers at the first stroke of dawn and whispers to them, bloom for me. Kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. - Anthesis [Infructescence]

because how dare i write somethign so aesthetic into deranged paneenis honestly

Now, he’s on his back with his legs folded on either side of Lee’s torso, and Lee is sliding home and he feels so much bigger this way, braced over Gaara with his hair shining in the moonlight, and Gaara shuts his eyes in both bliss and fear that if he looks he won’t see himself, because he knows Lee was at Neji’s tombstone today and he usually doesn’t initiate like this, and if Gaara has to look up and know he is a placeholder for a dead man and then return home to Sunagakure in the morning his heart will cease to beat. - spoken words

i feel like there's a lot of lines in spoken words that absolutely slap way harder than they have any right to for a fic i wrote in less than six hours. but i especially love this one, because i said "ouch" OUT LOUD while writing it, dfjkghfk

The feeling is indescribable. It’s like the first sip of hot coffee on a winter morning, like the crescendo of instruments heralding the chorus of a beloved song. It’s like falling down stairs, it’s like winning a battle, it’s like the bone-deep relief of crossing the threshold of a place that feels like home. - an eight-fold tempo, an eight-letter heart

this was SO HARD could do just a top five lines ever just out of this fic alone i am so proud of it. i picked this one though for two reasons: the first, because i spent a long time thinking while writing the passage this is in thinking about what it feels like to fall in love for the first time, and i tried to channel all the emotions i remember: that blinding, heart-racing adrenaline spike of exhilaration mixed with vulnerability and fear of the unknown and the inexplicable feeling of safety and comfort that being with your loved one brings. and im just REALLY happy with how it came out. second, because this reads so melodically in my head and i just love how it sounds both in my head and read aloud. catch me podficcing my own fic lmaoo

Gaara looks up. Blinks those luminous eyes. The coppery filaments of his eyelashes shine white in the cold moonlight. Lee realises, with a start, that it is not simply the glow of healing jutsu or the light of the moon that illumine the flat seafoam irises, no, something behind his retinas reflects the faint light from deep within, a diamond of fluorescence, bright in the darkness. His pupils, normally invisible in the daylight, are slitted and animal. Lee wonders if this is a by-product of being born to host a tailed beast. If he can see in the dark. He looks inhuman. Surreal. Lee does not think he has ever seen anything so hypnotic. He cannot look away. - sing a song of sleeptide

argh i am just so pleased with how this reads to me, plus i loooove getting to make up some lore about gaara and the effects being a jinchuuriki might have had on him <3

thank you so much for the ask <333

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, May 14

BUFFY Spike, this vampire told me you sired him. SPIKE That doesn't mean - BUFFY He said you killed him. Dumped him in a parking lot somewhere. SPIKE And you believe him? Vampires aren't - BUFFY I did follow you last night, and you know what? You didn't look lonely or casual to me. You looked like you were on the prowl. SPIKE You can't know that. BUFFY So, then, tell me. Tell me what happened. You talked to her, then what? SPIKE We talked. That's all I remember. BUFFY All you remember? SPIKE I don't know. I go out. I talk to people or I don't. It's boring. It all bleeds together. BUFFY Well, if you seem to forget that much, then - SPIKE Not that. The taste of human blood. That, I'd remember. BUFFY You were camped out on the hell mouth talking to invisible people. Recently. How can you be sure of - SPIKE No! You are wrong. You've got an accusation from a pile of dust and not a shred of proof. BUFFY So, I'll get some.

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #130: "Sleeper"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

On the Beach (Ensemble, G) by Ripper1701d

My burgundy shadow (Buffy/Faith, unrated) by fictiongods

MOVIE NIGHT!!! (nsemble, unrated) by thedeathscar

Slayer (Spike, unrated) by fanficsiwillneverwrite

[Chaptered Fiction]

Hand in Flightless Hand (Buffy/Spike, E) by tragicbynight

I Need A Bad Idea Ch. 45 (Buffy/Giles. E) by Skyson

I hate the way Ch. 9 (Buffy/Giles, E) by DancingAngel0013

Keep You Ghosted Ch. 7 (Buffy/Spike, M) by hydranjenna

Gemini Ch. 7 (Buffy/Angel, M) by BuildMeUpButtercup_x

Never Let Me Down Again Ch. 9 (Buffy/Angel, M) by BuildMeUpButtercup_x

Recommencer Ch. 12 (Buffy/Faith, M) by FridayQueen

B&S 4ever: Drabbles Ch. 19 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cawthraven

Highlands and Tropical Islands (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

What Happens In Quarantine... Ch. 16 (Buffy/Spike, E) by bewildered

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Ch. 35 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Eros' Curse Ch. 19 (Buffy/Dawn, E) by Deviantelfguy

hit rewind CH. 54 (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

Bounties and Bullets Ch. 6 (Buffy/Faith, M) by alwynjaegar

Spike Has A Girlfriend, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Spikelover4ever

Guitar Villain , Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 104 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

A Ripple In Time, Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

Early One Morning , Chapter 42 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

Something Lingers, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, E) by goodbyetoyou

Service Unit, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

The Kitten That Killed Slayers, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Desicat

On Your Knees for your Queen, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Six fic Banners () by teragramm

Artwork:Wallpaper- Spuffy History () by teragramm

Manip:A Little Night Reading (Spuffy) by honeygirl51885

Artwork:Willow & Tara () by mistyintherivers

Manip:Two Spuffy Manips () by allchoseny

Video: Willow + Anya - Delilah () by Faith Victoria

Video: Buffy + Spike - White Flag () by All Choseny

[Reviews & Recaps]

Rewatcher's diary: Season 2, episodes 8 to 10 by jonaskoelker

PODCAST: ATS 215 - Reprise by Another Buffy Podcast

[Community Announcements]

Tuesday Prompts: Colors and Art by comment_fic

[Fandom Discussions]

So what exactly is Dark Willow? by girl4music

Hey Xander, go fucking die in a ditch. by nicnacsnonsense

I feel so bad for Anya. by nicnacsnonsense

the concept of Dawn Summers and the person she is is so interesting to me. by xandersrailcrash

I really do think so many of Buffy’s problems in s6 could have been prevented by nicnacsnonsense

Do you think Kendra’s Watcher knew Drusilla was destined to kill her when he sent her to Sunnydale? by coraniaid

Tara by coraniaid

Tara from Buffy! by absolutely-wretched

I Robot You, Jane - Dave by annarowyn

how do vampires work in the buffyverse? by here-there-be-bad-dragons

I feel like Anya, especially in season 4, would want to invite Spike to everything. by aphony-cree

I just saw a post saying Spike isn’t even British he just fakes the accent as part of his persona to be cool?? by deepbluequill, boopsterliv

Can I also go back a second to Seeing Red and the scene where Dawn visits Spike in his crept? by writingfanficsfan

Can we talk about how Spike had one (1) sexy dream about Buffy by andyoullhearitagain

What If: Buffy lived with Hank instead? by Multiple Authors

Discussion of "The Slow-Burn Legacy of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' " by Cailly_Brard7

Discussion of "How Buffy The Vampire Slayer's Writers Used Faith To Explore Buffy's 'Bloodlust" by Cailly_Brard7

Juliet Landau and Julie Benz look absolutely stunning in their photoshoot for the officially licensed Buffy makeup line by GlampireSlayer

Why is Buffy not on Disney+? by BoredYogiOnHere

What time period would you have liked to have seen our main vampires in? by Ok_Area9367

Scooby bang hanging out in Sunnydale at night without Buffy ? Huhhh by Salty_Oil4130

Minor-Character Review: Sheila in School Hard (S2E3). by Heart_Throb_

Omnibus Comics by chamomilekatydid

I refuse to accept Kennedy as Willow's end game pairing / one true love. by S Rou

Status of our Scoobies & Angel Investigation at the end of the Comic Book Run by Stellz04

On body swaps: a comparison, a thought experiment and a call for ideas by jonaskoelker

The Watcher by trufflesniffinpig

Which arcs of Buffy The Vampire Slayer did you feel like so brillant ? by Cailly_Brard7

The Sunnydale Diaries podcast Diorama Derby contest by No_Benefit_7065

When do they meet again after s7? by sanzosin

Dream with me: Buffy the Video Game Remake by henzINNIT

Techno music by Trixieswizzle

Conversations with dead people. by BetterFriend9895

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

PUBLICATION: The Slow-Burn Legacy of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' by Esquire (Naomi Alderman)

PUBLICATION: How Buffy The Vampire Slayer's Writers Used Faith To Explore Buffy's 'Bloodlust' by Slashfilm (Devin Meenan)

PUBLICATION: Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Best Episode Also Features Its Saddest Death by CBR

PUBLICATION: First Official 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' Makeup Line Open for Pre-Orders - Bloody Disgusting by Bloody Disgusting

PUBLICATION: Juliet Landau & Julie Benz Come Onboard For The First Of Its Kind Official Buffy Makeup Line by WKBN.com

PUBLICATION: Doctor Who's First Musical Episode Should've Taken A Cue From Buffy The Vampire Slayer by SlashFilm

PUBLICATION: 30 Great Pieces Of Giles Wisdom From Buffy The Vampire Slayer by MSN

PUBLICATION: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Weirdest Episode Feels More Like 'Twin Peaks' by Collider

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[violets-in-her-arms-writes]

This or That? Tag

Thank you for tagging me @writernopal ! You can find her post here, go read it ! 💜 I had a lot of fun developing the answers, sorry if it's all over the place ^^

|| HISTORICAL or FUTURISTIC ||

I love to read historical novels but writing them is waaaayyy above my competence level and I know I would get lost in the research part of it instead of, you know, actually, writing it. So futuristic it is because I can bullshit my way through it.

|| OPENING or CLOSING CHAPTER ||

CLOSING CHAPTER!!! I can't wait to get to the one in La Fledgling! I'm gonna break my own heart, it's going to be great!

|| LIGHT+FLUFFY or DARK+GRITTY ||

I wish I could write light and fluffy things but I can't. It might be pathological at this point. I tried to write a fluffy mermaid AU and Lou drowned in the first chapter, so now I give up. I'll accept my fate.

|| ANIMAL COMPANION or FOUND FAMILY ||

I have to choose animal companion because one of my favourite character (Lorelei, immortal witch, high priestess of Némésis goddess of revenge) has a familiar named Doll. It's a raven who believes himself to be a bird of prey but is actually just... broken. It once tried to incubate a skunk and to eat a cat, so. He can't see windows and can cut through steel with his beak (through sheer determination and will). I love it with all my heart. I've only had him for twelve years, but if anything ever happened to him, I would kill to get him back 🤺🤺🤺

|| HORROR or ROMANCE ||

Romance that becomes horrifying, where you would do anything for your partner, even betraying your values and your faith, to the point where you can't recognize the person looking at you through the mirror. Or where your lover becomes something other and you're not sure how to love her anymore.

(On this not, there's a great novel Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield where one of the woman is marine biologist and comes back to her wife *wrong* after six months lost at sea. It's terrifying, it's great!)

|| HARD MAGIC SYSTEM or SOFT MAGIC SYSTEM ||

Fuck rules. Do whatever you want! Why do dragons exist in my world? Because the god of poison had children with a crocodile metamorph and she gave birth to the dragons, next question! Why is Lorelei's magic different from the others'? Because she's OP and I love her and she's my chosen one! Why can Jo [REDACTED] because. That's it. That's my justification. I do what I want as long as it's fun 💃‍

|| STANDALONE or SERIES ||

I always say I'm gonna write a standalone and I rarely succeed. I blame it on my favourite books I read as a child which were all super long series with like 50 books in it, spanning generations and thousands of years (hi Heralds of Valdemar and The ballad of Pern) I also blame them for making me write dragons and over-powered women. I love you, you're the best, mwah!

|| ONE PROJECT AT A TIME or ALWAYS JUGGLING 2+ ||

I'm always switching between WIPs depending on my mood and my motivation. I can put aside a project for months (hi book 3 of WsT... I'm coming back for you baby, I'm coming back for you!), start three new WIPs, and then go back to one of my ancients projects. Every time I try to persuade myself to only work on one thing I get frustrated and end up not writing at all so I just let my creativity take me wherever. I'm not even a passenger anymore, I'm stuck in the trunk of the car, scribbling madly and trying to understand what's going on. It's not going well.

|| ON AWARD WINNER or ONE BESTSELLER ||

I don't really care about awards. Like sure it'd be nice to know critics and judges liked mu book enough to give me a Hugo or a Nebula or whatever, but what I really want is for *actual people* to love my stories. I hope I can touch at least one person with my silly little characters and their struggles. (Also, I want the fanfics and the fan-arts 😂)

|| FANTASY OR SCI-FI ||

I love sci-fi, especially sci-fi stories where humanity has to leave earth and terraform/colonize other planets, I love exodus. I also love to just write whatever like an archeology student getting kidnapped but an alien sect because they think she can resurrect their leader. And I love fantasy because I love swords, and dragons, and magic, and lesbians (and lesbian dragon shapeshifters with a sword), and prophecies. I love being able to craft a world and society and to just... have fun.

|| CHARACTER DESCRIPTION or SETTING DESCRIPTION ||

I don't do it enough, but I love setting descriptions because it helps paint a picture and you can leave little nuggets of foreshadowing in it. (You can also do it with character description but I think I might be too obvious when I do that XD)

|| FIRST DRAFT or FINAL DRAFT ||

First draft is a pain in the ass but I actually love the process of figuring out what the fuck is going on, who the characters are, what they want, what they need. It's like getting to know someone but sudoku like. If you don't put the numbers in the right order you understand nothing. (It's a bad comparison, I hate sudoku, but you get what I mean). Also, what the fuck is a final draft? I've never met her. i always want to change something even after I'm done. Which is also why publishing scares me so much : what if I want to change something and can't because it's already been printed? Nightmare 😱

|| LOVE TRIANGLE IN EVERYTHING or NO ROMANTIC ARCS ||

I'd rather have no romantic arc ever again than suffer through a poorly written love triangle once again. I'm tired of love triangles. Be original at least and give me a love octagon or something. I don't know dude, make one of them die in a war, her wife mourns then starts dating again and then, she comes back after being MIA for years. Don't make it bland between the dark-haired bad boy and the blond boy next door, please I'm begging you. And if you really can't write any other romance, then please just give me an action novel or a fantasy novel or a horror novel without any romance. Please. No more love triangles.

|| CONSTANT SANDSTORM or RAINSTORM ||

Rainstorm if I'm inside! It's so soothing, especially at night. I love thunder and lightning, I love being comfy in my bed, listening to the rain 🥰

Gently tagging @liv-is, @ladyniniane & @autumnalwalker if you haven't done it yet 😊

[ly-art]

Snippet from my Solavellan fic - Don't fuck with Solas lol - 642 words

So I kinda have some time. So I decided to post a snippet out of my fanfic because I love that scene. It's so funny somehow, especially the end, lol

"If you are so keen of frolicking in the snow... *I* can make that happen." His smile turned icy, sending a chill down Amatisha's spine. Then it all unfolded in an instant. Solas seized her wrist, pulling her toward him, their bodies brushing, sending her heart racing. With a flick of his hand, pushing some buttons within her, her body flushing with heat, a sudden snowstorm descended, enveloping everyone but Amatisha. She looked up at him, his blue-gray eyes ablaze with fury, her mouth growing dry. *Damn, this is sorta... Uh... hot. I didn't realize anger could shove me off **that** ledge... Stop gawking, Amatisha!* For a brief moment, she glimpsed more than the usual gleam in his eyes. It was a fleeting flicker of deep unease, enough to dispel her thoughts. She recalled the Fade, the terror of the creature poised to emerge when she was cast out. It felt like an aura, something within her urging her to push it away, to repel the darkness. In the blink of an eye, the tempest Solas summoned vanished, dispersing the darkness along with it. The warning in her mind dissipated as well, leaving her questioning if it had truly been there. Yet the image of a dark wolf lingered, even after parting with Solas. *Why a wolf?* But fate had other plans, and just as she was about to speak, Cullen's enraged voice shattered the moment. "What in the Maker's name is going on?! *Herald!* What have you done?" "Oh-uh. I'm gonna get my ass whooped," she muttered, the memory of the wolf still fresh. But she couldn't deal with it now. Not with Cullen on the prowl. She tugged at Solas' tunic. "Um, lethallin, could you kindly release me? I appreciate you sparing me from that ordeal, but I really need to make myself scarce before Cullen catches me." His eyes flowed like liquid silver. He released her wrist, a myriad of emotions flashing across his face before he sighed heavily. "Will there ever be peace with you around?" He sounded weary, yet she sensed the flicker of amusement in his tone, causing her to grin. "Wouldn't that be dull. I know you secretly enjoy it." She wiggled her eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes. "I certainly do not," he retorted. She brushed off his response. "Of course not. Always the serious adult, brooding elf. Duly noted." As she turned to leave, he halted her. "You have yet to face your punishment." Her foot froze mid-air, her ears perking with anticipation. "W-what?" "Close your eyes," his voice enveloped her. She complied, her heart hammering loudly in her chest, fearing he might hear. *What is he up to now? Right in front of everyone?* Then, a sharp pain shot through her forehead, a startled yelp escaping her lips as she angrily opened her eyes. "Did you really just flick my forehead?!" She rubbed the reddening spot. "That hurt like a damn wasp sting!" His smirk irked her, and he shrugged in mock innocence. "Who can say? I'm not very adept at controlling my strength." Amusement danced in his eyes, hers narrowing in response, the cold ache on her forehead intensifying. "You... used ice magic, didn't you?" she accused. "Perhaps," he replied nonchalantly. "Ugh! How petty!" "Says the grown woman, playing in the snow without a care for repercussions." "Repercussions?! It's only *snow*! Don't be so dramatic!" She rolled her eyes, her forehead throbbing from her ministrations. "Herald!" "Damn it. He's found me! Telamdys ra, Solas!" She stuck out her tongue and bolted as she saw Cullen closing in on her. Bull and Sera had vanished. Unfortunately, Cullen caught her swiftly, dragging her back by her collar, and she resigned herself to her fate. *Traitors.* Solas waved at her, teasing from a distance. *I can't stand him.*

Yeah, I do love to read my writing, so what? It's fun😂

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Like, literally all of them? Go fuck yourself?

"Less representation than Gravity Falls..."

So...

I guess all of the crippled queer kids are just going to have to be okay with Tyrone (strangely appropriative and fetishistic name for the disfigured clone of your 13 y/o white boy character) happily exclaiming something like how he's apparently "Better Off Dead!" when he gets a soda poured on him and destroyed, huh? Oh Wait! I forgot.. That was Paper-Jam Dipper!

Nope. I think crippled queer kids would much rather appreciate Toby and Minty being there just fine. After all, I think that it must be the first time we've ever seen any visible wheelchair users in a Queer Coded Disney Show since Kim Possible. Let alone this queer coded and let alone twice. And they're two separate characters existing at the same time and their presence doesn't even revolve around teaching anyone anything! They're just ALLOWED to EXIST!

Didn't see anything like this in Grabbity Balls though, did see a stereotypical man-ish little girl with a big, deep man-ish voice be implied to have "something wrong with her" by an adult authority figure character who's voiced by the same straight, white, openly anti-black Canadian man that you all have been heralding as the ultimate alley for your fictional LGBTQ+ Cartoon Characters' rights, for some reason.

At least the Star Crew tried to give us this:

Which in my opinion was a bit more forwarded and impactful than some dude bro frat boy "love guru" type character just wearing a bunch of symbols and ornaments around his neck, even if they both didn't get through the censors ... You all know this is way more explicit than that.

Speaking of in your face and explicit Queer Coding:

Golly gee... I wonder why such cute and beefy but shy Little Leather Monster Complete with his own Harness and what appears to be a Gimp Mask just had to be regulated to the back?! So funny how Daron Nefcy literally said Disabled Rights, Trans Rights, and Leather/Kinkster Rights while Alex Hirsch only said Eugenics, "Trans Rights" (if you can pass to him, if he can pronounce your name, and you don't say "bae" ) and of course, let's not forget Cops at Pride, despite how little they could apparently both get away with... :)

... But of course, the last and most important Queer Reading to me in Star vs. :

The whole idea of being forced to be with someone you don't love to the point where you have to take a Secret Lover and elope with them and preserve your own sanity because you're a"Bad Girl" who likes a lot of dirty, kinky things to the point where your own voice actress is herself an open kinkster who likes dirty kinky things and that shows through her fun performance, as well as the canonical writings of this kinky character.

And we're not even getting into all of the WAM and Food Fetish stuff in Star vs. The Forces of Evil but it's there, and it's 'glorious'

And after the show is over ,like the actual Queen of Darkness you are, you gotta go sue your old washed up has-been rock star ex boyfriend for misusing the forces of what he says is kink to abuse you ... Because kink is great actually and he's just evil.

Anyway, Esmé Bianco is amazing.

Don't even get me started on Meteora and the blatant disrespect. Especially after Jessica Walter's passing.

I'm writing this post because I'm just ... So fucking sick of people shitting all over the wonderful representation that Star vs. was able to even achieve in favor of praising Alex Hirsch, every time... When in reality, Star vs. The Forces of Evil has overall better representation and overt, and, as some have even said, both in out the show, literally abject Queerness in it than Hirsch will ever have in whichever eye y'all tried to put the eye-patch on your sexy twink Bill Ciphers only to have Hirsch shit on all that and immediately "fix it" by redesigning it as some disfigured ablest caricature before literally switching over to yet another anti-black one.

Dana broke up with Hirsch for a reason: He's a jerk!

If you think that Daron didn't do a "queer enough" narrative with Star vs. despite it being so by it's nature since day one, despite that being already being promised by it's very nature in it's influence being Sailor Moon and Scott Pilgrim, and if you read the Book of Spells even and still say shit like: "I don't see how Star vs. is QUEER????"

Then like, I'm sorry you can't look a little deeper to find that queerness already everywhere in the narrative all around you and if you actually think that Alex Hirsch ever did Representation TM better than Daron Nefcy, all I can say is that I'm sorry you're like a misogynist with shit taste in men and I'm so glad Dana Terrace is free from her shitty boyfriends shadow now at least.

Saying something even more petty about this because I'm gay: A giant, "Size Shifting", People Eating, Purple Pussy Monster who spends his time in mostly just booty shorts, his Chocolate Fountain Jumping Wife who orgasms when she eats candy and left her arranged marriage so that could have more orgasms, and their Giantess, Purple Pussy Monster of a daughter who sucks the souls out of people and spent most of her life as the Milfier than her own Mom, Terrifying Headmistress of a reform school, where she sucked the life of her own students in a Bathory-uqse fashion, before blowing up her cyborg simp, with his own heart, then probably being able to use the severed arm of her Lizard Cyborg Ex Boyfriend as a make-shift dildo to get a final wank in before ultimately experiencing a growth spurt, losing her mind, and killing everyone ... Will always be more Queer in their very nature, than a floating stale dorito in a top hat and two "gay" cops that are designed to be classicist, racist stereotypes for the sake of the unspoken running "joke" that they could even get along, ever were...

And again... If you're an adult and 'Star Vs.' still isn't enough for you... Then maybe you should STOP looking to cartoons and Disney for your ideal representation and make your own...

I'm done.

[mekanikaltrifle]

scottish council logos hell judgment day part 1

there’s 32 of them so I’m not putting em all in here, Especially since there’s alternate/older versions of certain logos that just. really need to be addressed.

If you want to block this little series of rants, block ‘scottish council logo rant’ and that should hide it away from your dash.

Disclaimer: all of this is humorous and also based on my own sensibilties as someone with lots of arts training including some graphic design/ logo design.

Also disclaimer: I have favourites. I will not change this.

SO. We begin.

1- Aberdeen City

it’s..... well, it’s fine. Nothing really wrong here. Can’t really offend with a wee heraldic crest and a simple sans serif font. Spacing’s nice, readable, pleasant dark green colour. 6/10 cause the griffins should have wings imo

2- Aberdeenshire

the weird little A looks like the feeling you get going through a road tunnel late at night, and you’re sleepy and your parents didn’t buy McDonalds and it’s 2 and a half hours til you get home.

5/10. I hate the sonic the hedgehog colour but it’s otherwise inoffensive.

3- Angus Council

OHOHO THIS IS NARSTY. the wiggles? (I think it’s maybe water?) the horrific gradient? the lurid blue and eye-burning green giving me really lazy glitchcore palette inspiration? Angus, you have outdone yourself, this is minging 100%.

8/10 for sheer disgustingness, and audacity. Gotta give this bitch credit for the confidence.

4- Argyll and Bute

... wowie zowie. Again with the horrible blue/green eyestrain thing, which makes the word ‘council’ in white so so unreadable. At least Angus up there was against a white background so it was readable. I do like the wee celtic cross used as the ‘and’ in Argyll and Bute, that’s very fun. The rest tho? oh no.

7/10 because Angus did it better. Do love that wee cross tho.

5- City of Edinburgh

okay I personally dislike this one and have always disliked it whenever I have encountered it in the wilderness (of Edinburgh). The font itself... fine, I suppose. Very quirky, very ‘look at me aren’t I cute?’ but ultimately no more offensive than any other font that’s trying a little too hard. The vaguely Roman vibe... suits, at least. Appropriate for the city. the choices of where the red and black go tho.... no.

4/10 because I personally hate it and they get docked three points for not having the little roman V/U thing going on in the text underneath. Come on, commit to the bit.

6- Clackmannanshire

wee clackie’s fine, look at him. Also their motto is ‘look aboot ye’ which is in reference to the fact you can basically see all of Clackmannanshire from any given spot in the region.

10/10 look at him. wee lad. Simple, effective, fits the bill.

7- Comhairle nan Eilean Siar

oh this is a good one. means business, the font’s maybe a bit not-well spaced but the IMPACT, lad. And the boat. You know this is the council of the western isles, and not just because it’s the only one entirely in Gaelic. :D

10/10, I love this one for just how it essentially gives you nothing and everything. Go on yersel queen you’re doing great.

8-Dumfries and Galloway

I. You ruined it. I was getting a streak of 10′s going. It’s not the most offensive design but it really feels like it tried something and did not hit the mark. At least it is largely readable even if the D/G faux celtic script font logo thing is fuck ugly and a bit hard to work out at a glance.

5/10. Hardly the worst but I still hate it. And not in a fun way.

Tune in later for part 2! (of 4)