#I can't believe I actually did it lol

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla but it's GTA

Poor Tiamat... they did her dirty :(

It's okay Tiamat! I'll make your gijinka look beautiful!

[goldensunset]

i looooove pokémon npcs whose team members subtly imply something about them that's never touched upon in the story or at least never outright said. i love villains having friendship evos. i love trainers who commit hard to one aesthetic or vibe with their team (beyond simply sharing a type) and i love it even better when there's one random exception especially if that's their ace. i love when later down the line someone boxes the cute fun soft baby pokémon they used to have in favor of a seemingly stronger or scarier one to show that they're getting serious. i love when they have a pokémon that's difficult to get and raises lots of questions about them. i love it when the lore behind a pokémon fits the character to a T and i love it even better when it appears to contradict them. give me the story-gameplay harmony but better yet give me what appears to be story-gameplay dissonance but might actually have implications if we're willing to dive deep into it

[feroluce]

I don't generally hang out in the Dr. Ratio tags, so I'm not sure if this is common knowledge or not, but it tickles me every time I remember it;

did you guys know Dr. Ratio actually had an in-game cameo before his big debut in 1.6's The Crown of the Mundane and Divine? He was actually in the 1.5 update, The Crepuscule Zone aka Fyxestroll Garden Event!

So in 1.6, we get to actually meet Ratio face-to-face partway through. But even before that, we unknowingly talk to him through text messages in the researchers' group chat.

We know that this is Ratio's username, because we have his achievement:

And in 1.5, we have just one (1) single instance of this same username on the message boards...

Dude's been trolling since before he even showed his face BSKZJDMSKMSNDN

[metriawaves]

soft head touches

[bramblesnbones]

in honor of catradora day here’s the anniversary piece i did 2 years ago<3

[soulmvtes]

feeling a bit sad tonight

[rottiens]

The play wrestling... I know Yuuji is the obvious choice but I was picturing Sukuna or Choso bc I like the idea that they don't exactly understand modern culture, so they wouldn't see a problem with play wrestling turning into more.

Like they're maybe even intentionally riling you up bc they actually do think this is a normal way to escalate. But you're confused bc he's your best friend and you don't want it to get weird... but the way he's touching you... you don't want him to stop either... and the longer you let him continue the harder it is to resist what your body wants 🥵🥵

Because I don't want to think about sukuna now (for my own sake), I feel that this goes perfect with choso. I feel that he is, in a way, so innocent about the modern world and he is still learning— and he is so eager to learn, so eager to be recognized by you. To understand the modern world and its rules and to clarify doubts that cloud his thinking, so he is always grateful every time he has to train with you. 

So, it is not strange that he ignores the glances that lengthen on his naked torso, that your eyes rest a few minutes too long on the white bandages that he ties on his hands is no more you being cautious, he thinks. 

“Ready?” he asks with the look of a hunter. Unable to speak, you shake your head chewing lightly on your lip. 

Choso breaks the distance fast and determined, he lunges at your body and battles for physical power, against gravity. His bare feet slip on the softness of the wood and tangle with your ankles knocking you with a thud to the floor. You groan, the wood digs into your back like a dagger, a sharp pain that penetrates deeper into your shoulder blades and spreads like a current across your back. 

You call out to him, touch his back in submission; struggling not to gasp through your mouth as you take in loud huffs of air through your nose. 

However, your opponent continues to struggle, pushing his body against yours, exerting a brute force you hadn't felt before that burns your muscles and makes you moan again, now not so much in pain. 

“Choso, wait...” you gasp, chests meeting in the swirl of breaths. 

His chest is wet with droplets of sweat that jump onto your elastic t-shirt, he has your left arm trapped under his, in a painful position that makes you grit your teeth. The other, is on top of your head with his arm taking it prisoner and his big thighs pinning you to the floor. 

“Don't give up now,” he says proudly, in the same tone he usually speaks to his younger brother. 

Your eyes tighten and you see black for a moment. You force your mind away from the present and think about the cursed weapons, what to do when you get home and the grocery shopping list you need to make however, nothing takes your mind off the fact of how hard your nipples are under him, being ground down with each thrust of his chest as you writhe under his body. 

You're sweating too much and you're aware of it, of his weight and size difference, of the sounds he makes as he grits his teeth and demands that you don't give in, of the thickness of his non-erect cock on your stomach. 

“Choso...” his name comes for the third time from your lips in a weak plea, one that begs him not to take you there. To that dark room where you lock up the thoughts that make you see him as more than a friend. 

“I know you can do it, c'mon. Break free.” 

Another moan. Not as agitated, softer, more spontaneous. He's innocent at the way you squeeze your thighs, ignorant at the way your underwear is stuffed between your already wet pussy lips; still, you wrestle just as he asks, fight against the hardness of his grip, calloused hands and brute strength. First you are against his back, your ass accidentally rubs against his crotch and you curse yourself losing the concentration you had gained. 

You think about asking him one last time to release you, to let you go but you know that Choso is stubborn, he's not going to do it until you prove to him that you can do this, after all his trust in you spills out of him. With a cry you push off the ground, your flat palms lift you out of the way and then in an unplanned twist you are on top of him, you catch his arms and he is left in a semi-cocked position where you can look him in the eye. 

Choso's lips are pursed in concentration, his upper lip wet with sweat and his eyebrows together staring at you, his tousled black hair is stuck to his forehead and your stomach is in knots. 

“Yeah, this isn't going to work.” You release him, pull away, run your hands over your face massaging your cheeks and how hot they are. 

Choso, like the good friend and disciple he is, chases you unaware of what just happened down the hallway like a shadow, asking for an explanation and reminding you that you still have one more hour of physical training to finish. But if you stay a second longer with him, if you turned to see him you wouldn't know how to react if he found out what your face was hiding, you wouldn't be able to control the next thing that came out of your mouth. 

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Let us pray for [y]our salvation.

and here's two views of the window w/o geki b/c i spent way too long on it lmao:

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

am I the only one who finds myself getting more attached to bucktommy and Tommy himself the more people push against it or

[galvanizedfriend]

Fic Update: The Wolf III [21/21]

Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

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S03E21 The Bloody Crown Caroline wakes up from something that doesn't really feel like sleep. It’s as though her brain disconnected and went into a blackout state for a few hours. She doesn't feel well rested, not even close, but there's a soft tingle chasing across her skin that is oddly soothing.

She blinks out the drowsiness and follows the sensation, finds Klaus tracing the arm she has draped across his middle. It's a feathery brush, an absent-minded movement he probably doesn't even notice he's doing, but it still has the power to awaken butterflies in Caroline's stomach. Even after years, she feels it every time he touches her. Fire at the tips of his fingers.

He's facing away from her, staring at the sliver of daylight trickling in through the curtains, his usual dark and devious look replaced by something weary and distant. Caroline watches him for a long time, trying to peer through the mask of impassiveness, past the glacial ice in his eyes. She hates it when he's like this, lost in the corners of his own mind where she can't follow. With Klaus, that always spells trouble. The anger she knows how to deal with. The barks and snarls she can handle. It's the blank stares, the emptiness and the silence that scares her the most.

Read the full chapter here

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😃 Two updates in less than a week, and TW3 is over. 😃 Who am I, what am I doing with my life? 😃

There are loads of info on the actual story about how this will continue and some other stuff as well. We have reached the 1M words mark and I can't decide if this is impressive or if I have just completely lost control of my life. Either way, thank you so, so much to everyone who had read my long-ass fic and stayed with me through all of this. 💜 It's a mess, but I have loved living in this universe, and I hope some of you have too. 🥰

A special shout-out to my friend @definedareasofuncertainty, who was holding my hand when I posted the very first chapter, almost five years ago, and who is still somehow my friend. 🥹

I hope you guys enjoy it! And as always, your reblogs/comments/kudos mean the world to me, please support your local insane fic writer. 🥹

[shima-draws]

My doctor: Hey yeah that's not normal I don't think it's an issue with your hip

Me: Oh?

My doctor: It's an issue with your spine

Me: OH

[sysig]

He deserves a bit of everything, as a treat (Patreon)

[kuromi-hoemie]

feel like I've genuinely spent at least a quarter of my day too horny to think. i was going to do some kind of art today but I've been thinking about the boy...

[californiaquail]

was hanging out with someone today and she was talking about how she would shoot the hawks and eagles if they went after her indoor/outdoor cat and i had to struggle to keep a straight face. there is an EASY fucking solution to this problem that doesn't involve killing federally protected wildlife OR your poor damn cat. who got in a fight last night and left fur all over the place.

[i-wiggle-i-squirm-bc-i-am-a-worm]

Unnecessary discussion about Chat Noir and the Drums

There’s something I love so much about Chat playing the drums in Horrificator. This is something that’s been on my mind since I was 13, so hold on here.

First, obviously, Adrien also plays the piano - which obviously still has a lot of meaning!! - I’m not here to diss on the piano, there’s a lot of freedom of expression in every instrument type and music expression in general, but there’s a reason why some people are more inclined to different instruments, and I think there’s a lot more to it than just sound, but feeling as well. The role you play. How it feels to play it alone vs. playing it with others, if it’s typically something that you can play alone vs. in a group.

So first, the piano, and how I think it relates to Adrien’s character, plus how it relates to those points.

The piano, let’s be real, is something that a lot of us were forced to take lessons for at some point. It’s something that has ties to high society (there’s a HUGE discussion and so much more to say about that, but let’s not go there) and honestly?? I think it works pretty well with symbolizing the obsession with perfection that Gabriel shoves onto him. I’ve known many piano players, and while some genuinely loved playing it, it was always easier to somehow stumble onto someone with a deep hatred for it after being forced into lessons. Whenever I asked them why they hated it, I got almost the same answer every time: “I need to be perfect.” (Along with people saying that they were forced to lol)

Then there’s the role you play. You can play with people in a band, an orchestra, as an accompanist, a duet, at a bar with a bunch of people singing - whatever - music has many forms, and many different connections. But the piano is something you can play solo, no need for anyone else. It isn’t what you can do with other people that I’m focusing on for this, it’s the fact that you don’t need anyone. You can play alone, and it’ll still be fine. You can be alone, and you’re still fine - perfect even - which is something that Gabriel shoves down his throat, resistant to him playing with his friends by touching on this ideology.

Which is a glimpse into how he sees Adrien, and how Adrien experiences life. He can be alone, in fact he’s more perfect when he’s alone. And when other people are added, the attention to his perfection is taken away bit by bit, until he’s not good enough. He has to play solo in concert halls, on stage for everyone to watch, not in the back of a bar, playing with his friends.

Alright, so now we move to Chat Noir and the drums. The main play of this fake essay. 

It would be so easy to just ignore everything and just go “haha, he’s the energetic one, so ofc Ladybug gave him the drums! And they’re an easy instrument to play, etc.” but that’s far from the truth.

Ok, so I’m not a drum player or percussionist in any way, but I am a bass player, and genuinely love the drums so much because they’re incredibly important, and here’s my cheesy analogy: the drums are the heart of the band, keeping everyone on beat, it’s what you feel at the centre of it all. The band is nothing without the drums, without the percussion (The bass is what connects the band to the beat of the drums, kinda like the blood vessels, but sadly this ain’t about bass).  Like do you know how easy it is for a band to fall apart if they don’t have a drummer??? You need a drummer. You literally can’t survive without a drummer, because even if you manage to work together, use the bass as a backing, whatever you try, there’s still not much of a heart left.

But besides that, do you know how hard it is to play the drums??? You can’t just throw someone crazy, or energetic there just because “crazy drummers lol” you need someone who listens. Who can set the beat. Someone you can rely on, because they are the person in control, even if they aren’t as flashy as the guitar player. Reliable is the word that comes to mind. The drums can make or break a band.

And wanna know who that reminds me of?

Yeah. I highly doubt that the writers put this much thought into a random five second scene in an episode of season one, but it fits with Chat Noir SO well. 

Unlike the piano, the drums are almost solely played in a group setting - you need other people, and other people need you - he needs other people in his life, his friends are needed, but they also need him. Ladybug needs him, along with all the other heroes in Paris, whether he sees it or not. He seems to get in a state of thinking he’s not needed, but i do really think he’s the emotional glue that keeps the team connected, the heart that keeps them beating. If he’s isolated, he can’t quite reach his full potential that he can when he’s allowed to be around others, just like they can’t reach their own without him.

But on top of that, I think the stereotypes of the drums actually works in his favour for the next part. 

Breaking free from his dad, and being his own person, letting that fame go and embracing what he wants... well, to some that would look stupid. 

Relating it to music, the piano is flashy, you can play it solo, it sounds impressive, looks impressive, and people won’t think you’re just hitting pots and pans in the garage when you say you play it. But the drums are underestimated, a lot of people think you don’t need much practice, that they’re just the guys who sit at the back of the stage, not doing much, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Just like Adrien finally being who he wants wouldn’t be stupid, it could never be stupid, but there’s a stigma. But letting go of his flashy, solo life, and being the heart of his friend group is something that I think makes him truly happy as Chat Noir, and hopefully he gets to be like that as Adrien too.

Like Plagg said, Chat Noir and Adrien are both the real him, and I think the drums capture that perfectly. The heart and freedom, the meticulousness (rather than perfection) and steadiness, those are good qualities of a drummer.

I dunno, I just think it fits.

(sdfghjklkjhgf again I should state that acoustic versions of songs exist, and you can play songs without a drum and it sounds fantastic, but I’m not going into that today. Just talking generalization, and playing in a group setting).