#I dont know what this is but I love this shit

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Valentines

requested?: no pairing(s): Simon 'Ghost' Riley x afab!reader genre: fluff, smut warning(s): unprotected sex (not promoting this, wrap it please), soft sex, reader being a hopeless romantic, ghost not knowing what to do whatsoever on valentines, kinda oc reader (only for favourite animal, if you dont like it you can change it), oral (f recieving), face sitting, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, not proofread (and is so fucking rushed, im sorry) summary: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦... word count: 1.9k a/n: happy valentines everyone! spending it alone yet again, but its okay because we have a whole ass ghost fic with soft sex and valentines. hope everyone has a lovely day wherever you are, even the single people and the people with partners (i am not the latter). i also promise that i am almost done the alex volkov and happy go lucky reader fic, so it should be out over the weekend, i js wanted to give you a valentines special as i did last year (my first ever fic i think), either way, it is almost done! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (honestly, i apologise in advance because this was so rushed so ya'll could have a valentines special out on valentines, so i am so sorry ya'll if this is shit) -Cilla

simon never got the point of valentines. it was just people in love celebrating their love and showing it through overly expensive flowers and chocolate, what was the point when people showed they loved each other every day? maybe it was the way he was brought up, or maybe it was the fact he had just never found the right person to celebrate with, or maybe he wasn’t built that way.

well, that’s what he thought, until you. you made your way into his life, all flowery and bubbly, but most of all, ever-loving. you loved almost everything. animals, nature, sweet treats. but most importantly, you loved him.

honestly, you hadn’t been together for long. you had started dating a few days after valentines the year before when johnny had managed to get him a blind date with someone who he thought simon would like. your date was a few months before valentines, but you didn’t decide you had liked each other until a few days after valentines.

simon didn’t not like you, he just thought you were too good for him and a girl like you should date someone who wasn’t like him, someone who hadn’t seen the harsh terrors of the world and someone who wouldn’t wake up from night terrors almost every night. but you didn’t care about all that and fought for him, going on date after date until the two of you eventually became romantic partners.

so, you had both never celebrated valentines together and simon honestly didn’t know what you wanted. he knew your favourite animal was an otter, so he got you an otter teddy to add to your collection, but other than that, he didn’t know. you had insisted you didn’t want anything or much, but he wanted to spoil you the way you deserved.

he had been on deployment for a few months prior to valentines, and he was coming back the day before. that was how he had managed to get you a teddy. he was sure you would love it. as soon as he got home, he hid it somewhere he knew you wouldn’t find it (up a height). and spent the day with you (and inside of you), catching up with what he missed while he was gone.

you both went to bed together later that night after watching a sappy romance movie which simon had complained the whole time (you were sure he truly loved it) before you went off to bed and he was inside of you once again. once you had fallen asleep that night, he had managed to book you both a table at your favourite restaurant before letting you curl against him and went to sleep as well.

he woke up first the following morning, immediately untangling himself from you to go and retrieve the things he had gotten you. it wasn’t much, but it was quite expensive, which he knew you would yell at him for, but he didn’t care. he wanted to spoil his girl.

“happy valentines, lovie” he smiled when you woke up. you sat up immediately, wiping the sleep from your eyes and smiling. he hugged you as you hugged him back.

when you both pulled away, he pulled the otter teddy from behind his back, your eyes went wide and your face broke out into an even wider smile.

“oh my god, si, thank you so much, i love him!” you took him from him softly and held him up to your chest which was still bare from the night before. “i think i’m gonna name him olly”

simon smiled at you. it was something he had always admired about you, how you always managed to stay positive even when the world had turned to shit. simon was stiff as you hugged him again. you could tell it was somewhat awkward for him as he had never celebrated valentines before, so he didn’t really know what to do.

he also pulled out a small ring, and you got him a new watch as well as a chain with the both of your initials on.

you were both in bed afterwards, sharing soft yet very intimate kisses. his hands were all over you while yours were resting on his shoulders.

they were soft and small until the kisses started to get more deep and passionate. you shifted so you were straddling his thighs. you were both still naked from the previous night, so you didn’t have to do much. you whimpered softly into his mouth as you grinded down on him.

you could feel him beginning to harden beneath you as you continued to grind down on him, your slick beginning to coat his thighs. he pushes you away.

“I want you to sit on my face” he says bluntly, his eyes lidded and full of lust. you bite your lip softly.

you were insecure enough to not want to crush him, but then again you had also done it before, so you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. you moved up the bed until you were straddling his face.

he grabbed your thighs and pulled you all the way down. his mouth latched to your clit, sucking and licking as he licked a stripe up your folds, shoving his tongue inside of your hole. you moaned and whimpered softly as he did so, gripping onto his hair as he did so.

he licked and slurped you for all you’re worth, making you moan and whimper. you ground down against his face, wanting as much friction as he could give you. you threw your head back as he did so. simon held your thighs down against his face so you wouldn’t move away, sensing you were getting close.

“oh god, si- m’ gonna come” you moan out, continuing to grind against his face as he kept slurping your cunt up as though it was his last meal, eventually adding a couple fingers and curling them inside of you, making you moan harder and louder. yeah, you were definitely going to come now.

“mhm” he grunts against your pussy, sending vibrations that made you jolt. “come for me then” he mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations were making you go absolutely feral, making you feel more sensitive by the second.

it only took a few more sucks and curls inside of you before your juices were splattered all over his face, simon wasn’t complaining as he just slurped everything up as though his life depended on it. he continued to ride you out what felt like your longest-lasting orgasm ever.

he moved you down his body so you were back sitting on his lap, he wiped your juices from his chin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he did so. you watched too intently as he did so. you clenched around nothing, your ovaries feeling like they were about to explode with how horny you felt at that moment in time.

he smirks and props himself up on his elbows.

“gonna need you to ride me now, lovie” he says, it sounded condescending, and from your previous position over his face, your thighs wouldn’t last long before they gave out. he must be a mind reader at this point, because he then added “oh don’t worry, lovie, i’ll help you”

it was almost subconscious in the way his hands moved to your hips to lift you onto his hardened cock. the tip was red and already leaking pre-cum. he was always massive, no matter how many times the two of you had sex, you would always need a few seconds to adjust to his size. as he slowly lowered you onto him, you had to bite your tongue to stop you making a guttural sound.

it took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, bearing in mind you had last had sex less than 24 hours ago, and began moving your hips slightly. it started off with just rolling your hips on hip, rolling them in soft circles to get yourself going at first, but then you began to bounce softly.

simon’s hands stayed on your hips the whole time, helping you bounce on his cock. simon was never usually a vocal person in bed, but he always loved when you rode him with him helping you, so that’s the only point in which he would become vocal. he was letting out the occasional grunt and groan as he bounced you.

it was beginning to be him doing all the work, you doing nothing and letting him lift and slam your hips back down on hip. his pelvis was getting soaked with your juices as your cunt squelched with his large cock. it was full trying to accommodate his full length.

you were beginning to get tired and simon knew this as you were putting less and less effort into bouncing on his cock. he began to start moving his hips upwards to meet yours when they were going down, making him hit a whole new place inside of you, making you yelp at first.

you then started to moan louder as his length was hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over, making your cunt squelch louder as well as your moans that reciprocated the volume of your pussy.

he had a smirk on his face the entire time, but his smirk got wider when he decided to reach a hand down to play with your puffy and overstimulated clit, making you jolt and whimper. you were getting closer and closer with each passing moment and you knew at some point you were going to come, you could feel it and simon could feel his orgasm coming on.

he continued to meet your downward thrusts with his upwards ones, making you make sounds you didn’t know you could ever make.

the rubbing on your clit and simon’s cock repeatedly hitting that oh-so sweet spot inside of you was too much. the knot was forming in your stomach and it was tightening fast.

“it’s okay lovie, let go, come for me” simon says, it sounds strained and you could tell he was close too by the way he looked down at where the two of you met then threw his head back. “fuck, you’re so gorgeous” he says with his head back before looking at you with his hooded eyes.

that was all it took for you to come completely undone for him. letting your hips come down one more time before throwing your head back and clamping so hard down on him that he could have sworn you resembled a vice, but he didn’t mind because that was what made him come too, spilling his white-hot cum all over your velvety walls.

you came down from your highs not long later, panting and reaching for each other’s embrace.

simon picked you up with him still inside of you and only pulled out when you reached the bathroom. he sat you down on the toilet, leaving for you to for you to do your business then helping you wash your hands before running a bath for the both of you.

“i got us a table at that place you like” he says softly as he helps you get into the bath first before climbing in behind you. you smiled and thanked him, saying he was perfect. you leaned your head back against him, on his chest.

maybe simon didn’t mind the overly expensive flowers and chocolate if it meant he got to see the love of his life happy.

[chrepsi]

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singer!reader x matt

IN WHICH ; y/n and matt have been in a private relationship for the past few months, deciding to announce it to the public on valentines day <3

WARNINGS ; matt making a freaky comment, but besides that, none:))

A/N ; this is my first time making smt like this so sorry if its not the best lmfao. im also severely dyslexic so apologies if there are any gramatical / spelling errors !

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matthew.sturniolo my valentine💗

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sturn.obsessed y/n dont steal my man 😞

sturnz.yn06 IDK IF I WANNA BE MATT OR Y/N

y/n.y/l/n idk what i would do without you❤️😭u mean the WORLD to me u dont understand

matthew.sturniolo I LOVE YOU MORE. y/n.y/l/n NUH UH

nicolassturniolo the pink heart was a bit of a gay move

matthew.sturniolo stfu

y/n.y/l/n I TOLD YOU TO DELETE THAT SECOND PHOTO YOU BITCH >:((

christophersturniolo i love how y/n's shoes are drastically cleaner than urs LMFOAO

sturniol04 'drastically' thats a big word for u christopher

y/nfan4 I'M GOING INSANE

nicolassturniolo ugh i love you guys

madisonbeer my babies🤍🥹

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y/n.y/l/n i don’t know what on earth i did to deserve the most handsome, sweet, funny and perfect valentine❤️i genuinely don’t know where i would be in life if your brother never introduced us—you are such a light in my life. happy valentine’s day to my perfect boyfriend UGHHH you’re so cute i wanna throw a rock at you🤧❤️

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oliviarodrigo SO HAPPY FOR YALLL

y/n.fan7 pls dont ever break up yall are the cutest🤧

matthew.sturniolo why do u wanna throw a rock at me :(

y/n.y/l/n its not my choice the cuteness aggression takes over

y/n.sturnzz this cannot be real holy shit

matthew.sturniolo for all those fuckers; just because i wrote less words than y/n doesn’t mean i love her any less than she loves me❤️

nicolassturniolo y/n can u come over soon i miss u 🤧 (don’t bring matt tho pls pls PLS)

matthew.sturniolo at least i dont have to ask her to cum nicolassturniolo MATTHEW WHAT matthew.sturniolo 🫢🫢🫢

ariana_greenblatt MOTHER AND FATHER

sturn.38 am i the only one who noticed matt drinking wine?? i thought he was sober

sturniolo.fan278 OMFGGGGGG LIFE IS SUDDENLY WORTH LIVING

A/N ; hope u guys enjoyed :ppp if u want to be added to my taglist, lmk in my inbox or reply to this post!! luv ya x

A/N #2 ; im re-reading this rn and am just now realising how often i use the 🤧 emoji lmfao

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GG, NO REᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

(good game, no rematch)

Synopsis: Sershiro Nagi, one of japan's top streamers; who dominates the gaming world with his effortless skills. When an underground content creator challenges him to a 1v1 after he dismisses casual players, their fans go wild. The match ends with an unexpected twist, and what starts as an online rivalry turns into a chaotic, relationship.

pairing: Seishiro nagi x F!reader | Smau & writing

content warning: I try to be funny (more cringe than funny), dry humour, crack, angst (if you squint), ooc character, nagi is sassy?, spicy but not smut (eventually), streamers - most of them, swearing, rude jokes

ʚɞ Challenge accepted - prologue

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Ughh, I almost had himmm” 

“You're such a loser, dude” Ryusei’s voice cut through your frustration, making your blood boil even more. You were streaming Fall Guys, and the couple hundred viewers who regularly tuned in flooded the chat with spam and emotes.

On top of that, you were on a Discord call with Shidou, who was absolutely loving the opportunity to shit-talk your gameplay while laughing like a complete moron. He wasn’t even playing—said he could, but conveniently wasn’t home.

So instead of playing roblox, you decided to stream fall guys 

Something in chat caught your eye. 

“Check the server messages? Did something happen?” You asked yourself. Opening your servers main chat to see the link of another twitch streamer.

You clicked on it, sharing the screen so chat could see. It was a clip of a streamer saying “casual streamers have no chance against pro gamers” you don’t know why but it pissed you off. And to top it off, he looked so chill while putting down others. You rolled your eyes, giving a tight lipped smile to chat. good looking people can get away with saying anything 

“Well, cocky people get what they deserve” 

"And maybe he shouldn't have his head so far up his ass. If he went up against me, I'd guarantee he would lose"

“Eat him up, queen” you heard shidou over the call. Making a ‘what the fuck’ face.

“leave.”

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Next: 02

A/N: lot of writing but yeah! Also I'm sorry if its messy and the formatting is shit. I did this on my phone in the middle of the night in another country 😔🙏🏻. I dont even have my laptop on me, I'm not used to using my phone to post SMAU's. I'll do better for the next, I swear. There were so many editing and grammatical errors. I'm gonna kms, I hate posting using my phone

TAGLIST: @syarc0re @sunnydays25 (open)

Credits: @cinnamqnx

[memingursa]

heh heh……. I guess it is true what they say about liberals….. hand them sources based on solid polling…..

You telll them “Hey, you know you’re supposed to court voters right..? that’s how democracy works…” They call you an idealistic leftist… They say “hey this genocide is wrong…” and they call you an idealistic leftist, most of the country starts to say “hey this genocide is wrong…..” and they still call you an idealistic leftist…/ that you somehow brainwashed millions of voters with your sub 6k tumblr blog account……..

They Say…. “Oh, what do you mean Kamala Harris should have stopped supporting genocide… you one issue voter…. like there isn’t a FUCK TON OF MORE ISSUES THAN THAT……..” Like having your own morals… and empathy for the marginalized in our own country doesn’t matter… Like how there’s so much other polling on how kamala fucked up…. she didn’t even run on medicare for all….

You hand them poll after poll… PEOPLE DO HAVE MORALS….. THEY DON’T WANT GENOCIDE…. THEY WANT RADICAL SOLUTIONS TO THEIR PROBLEMS AND TO HELP PEOPLE……They ignore it… call you an idiot for even using physical evidence….. Most people start adjusting their strategy after an obvious fucking messaging issue. But they didn’t… Biden was doing a Genocide for a year and liberals didn’t care…, Biden increased deportations and gave trump this infrastructure and liberals didn’t care…,,, Only when they realized that that support of genocide might actually affect them with electoral consequences…. they say… “Why not just get in line?

“WHY NOT…? AFTER ALL I BENEFIT FROM THIS SYSTEM… YOU MIGHT EVENTUALLY GET A CEASEFIRE. I DON’T CARE IF TENS OF THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE DEAD. I DON’T CARE ABOUT GENOCIDE. WHY DO YOU WANT TO AFFECT ME?”

LIKE YOUR COMFORT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE HARM THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY CAUSED…: You ASSUME YOUR LIFE MATTERS MORE THAN PALESTINIANS. YOU ARE JUST SOMEBODY BORN ON A COUNTRY BORN IN IMPERIAL SUCCESS. JUSTICE MUST HAPPEN FOR ALL. FOR A HEALTHY WORLD TO CONTINUE THIS SHIT MUST END. THIS SYSTEM CANT EVEN ABIDE BASIC REFORM….. BY YOUR DEMOCRATIC PARTY… WAS IN FULL FUCKING CONTROL OF IT BUT DIDNT WANT TO DO ANYTHING… “ONE ISSUE VOTERS…. Radical climate protestors…..” ALL OF IT WAS SAID. LIKE POLITICS IS JUST ABOUT CONVIENCE. ITS NOT. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO PEOPLE, YOU HAVE TO EARN THEIR VOTE WITH GOOD POLICIES THAT HELP PROPLE.

EVEN WHEN IT’S INCONVENIENT FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TO SAY “I AGREE WITH THESE GENOCIDE PROTESTORS…. WHICH IS MOST OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY BY THE WAY.” BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE MORALS. EVEN IF THEY ARE “ ONE ISSUE VOTERS” YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEM!!!!! THATS BASIC FUCKING POLITICS!!!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THINKING “ONE ISSUE VOTERS *AGAIN PEOPLE AGAINST GENOCIDE” DONT DESERVE TO SPEAK UP???? THEN THEY WONT WANT TO VOTE FOR YOU.” THIS IS OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE… EXCEPT THIS DUMBASS.:…

Your immoral dumbass won’t even see me in the next life.

Heh… I guess I do need to name this technique… How about…:

SPECIAL BLOCK CANON

…..

Donate if you can

Nader’s fundraiser had to be re-done https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-nader-alanqar-and-his-family-overcome-this-war-in-gaza

“Caring about gaza is unpopular with americans.” Kamala literally lost every swing state because of her genocide. There was fucking polling done. What the fuck do you do with these god damn idealistically racist liberals who refuse to look at political reality. Don’t you fucking dare let these racist motherfuckers rewrite history blaming the left still when Kamala was backing genocide for a fucking year.

You’re the unpopular out of touch people!!!!! What is wrong with democrat defenders. Kamala Harris was in power and refused to court voters by even lying about ending genocide, that’s how fucking elections work!!!!!!

[evilminji]

Weird/Unusual Crossover time?

Weird/unusual crossover time! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (oh shit~! She's back on her billshit!) (That's RIGHT! Nothing is sacred and NO ONE IS SAFE!)

ANYWAYS~

Danny Phantom. Cultivation Novels (my current obsession). A match made in hell? Or an exciting new adventure‽ Cause like... the Zone DOES go EVERYWHERE, right? Infinite means Infinite means "Literally Without End" Infinite.

As in, Forever.

You COULD, in fact, pick a direction and just... keep going. Forever. For always. Without end or limits. The Zone is not just "really, REALLY big and we need a word your mind could comprehend." Not "as big as a galaxy or the known universe". It is? On a scale that even GODS can not comprehend.

The place GODS go to die. A place they are BORN from. The great primordial soup where universe end and begin anew. Where the cracks are glued backed together, and the souls of the living flow in and out. Endless scraps of fabric, realities, atop a churning sea of green. Keeping everything even.

After all... you can't CREATE a soul. They got to come from SOMEWHERE. Where do you THINK they arrive from? When populations grow? Thin air‽

But... ah~, there in lays the rub, doesn't it? Would knowing the Zone? Knowing SOME of it's mysteries and machinations (for NO ONE, not even all the Ancients COMBINED, can ever claim to understand even a fraction of them all.) mean that Danny??? Was powerful in a Cultivation reality?

He's certainly a powerful GHOST.

But?? They FIGHT ghosts all the time. Wouldn't he be WEAKER and more in danger? As they try to hell the restless spirit move on? Not knowing he is balanced between life and death? They could very well kill him.

Which, given the moral standards of the Realm? Would NOT be viewed as a bad thing.

But! On the OTHER hand?

He is a ZONE ghost. Not a simple spirit. Far beyond what they are used to dealing with. Arguably? ASCENDANT. From a higher plane of existence. A lower one. Several steps to the side. He is, for all intents and purposes, shrimp colors to the human eye. The color blue to a blind man. An orb to the two dimensional.

CAN he even interact with the world's cultivation systems? Does it recognize him as a god? A dead man? Some sort of ascendant dead god?

Something... Not Right™

Yet still utterly natural? Clearly not meant to be here. Yet... not wicked. Granted, not, perhaps, benevolent. But...

Because what IS he? Is he a boy? A man? A corpse? Immortal, perhaps? Is this creature a demon? The resentful dead? They DONT KNOW! It... probably scares a lot of them. Makes some of them think he is a test. Probably makes OTHERS wanna fight (friend? Hey! New friend!).

And like? Why would Danny even BE there? He's already immortal. The swords are pretty cool... but he has Fenton tech.

So, WHY?

I propose?

His well know Anger Issues. His fear of becoming Dan. He's heard meditation is good for shit like that, right? Mindfulness and stuff. Sam recommended it. And? They were watching Fantasy Kung-fu 17, "bamboo monks of vengeance" (now with more slow motion aerial battles). So he was like? Hmmmm... those misty valleys and mountains shots DO looks relaxing... I could go camping...

Maybe find a mysterious old kung-fu monk? Is that what they are? Tucker. Tucker! What's the name of this genre again? Xanxia. Yeah. That! I'll do the whole "live, laugh, love. Hot girl, cultivation summer" thing! That'll fix my shit! This is a GREAT idea!

Thus? Danny. Terrorizing some poor Xanxia Cultivation world with his Zone Ghostiness. Pretending to be a human... very, VERY badly. Yes, hello Fellow Locals! It is him! Average Human Man! Take me to your *checks notes* Cultivation Sect! *smiles with far too many teeth*

#nailedit he's gonna get SUCH a good job at blending in! A thing that is both real and possible to achieve!

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @hdgnj @spidori @the-witchhunter @leftnotright @lolottes

[juchily]

Yellowjackets S3 Ep1 thoughts

Spoilers below ⚠️

not them buttering us up with the cute fun scenes like them playing tag so they can hit us with the horrible stuff later... I see you showtime

edit: MARI CALLED SHAUNA GAYWAD WHEN SHAUNA TACKLED HER?? ALSO JUST IGNORING THAT SHAUNA IS COMPETITIVE IT WAS INDEED VERY GAY THE WAY SHE WAS MANHANDLING MARI

Taivan taivan taivan taivan!

taivan broke up after rescue 😞

Travis is one of the girls ✨🧚

Shauna's freaky as shit... But like 🙇

That whole scene with Melissa and Shauna was gold, "You have a personality?"?? Be fr the extra gets her first real line and the writers write in a character pointing it out this is so funny

Melissa being so eager to suck up and impress Shauna, two girls telling each other "yeahhh", Melissa wants that cookie. Genlissa shippers it's OVER

what do we think Nat got arrested for when she was 24?

Love Callie for that... I've never hated her be real she's too much of an icon to hate

Im going to be real, when those girls talked about the girls eating pig blood and then having a druggy orgy I did infact go "we all wish" because do we not?? The writers KNOW what we want at this point lol

did Shauna know pre crash that Lottie was schizophrenic? Did she find the pill bottle post crash? If she knew this, would this be a fuel for her hate for Lottie because of her visions, miracles, etc

Lottie being a therapist... God she's too much of everything I can't even begin <3

Lottie and Travis as a duo are so cute (AS NON ROMANTIC, I HATE THEM ROMANTICALLY THAT)

...i thought Van and Tai were going to go at it in the restaurant bathroom ngl, dining and dashing and fucking in an alley is cool too

also that scene in the restaurant where Van seems to be feeling weird... And then right after that the waiter guy dies (supposedly) and we see that onscreen effect go away... Just saying

Id eat the shit (read: spit) out of that soup...

Mari and Shauna getting treated like misbehaving dogs... They low-key are. Poor Mari honestly. And Shauna gaslighting...

SHAUNA AND CALLIE BONDING OH MY LORD CALLIE'S A MINI SHAUNA AND I DONT KNOW WHETHER I SHOULD BE SCARED OF THAT

i can believe Ben finding a war/apocalypse prep container especially considering Cabin guy's insane amount of ammo, but I find it odd that the case is pristinely clean despite being covered in a pit of dirt and dust. Maybe they just didn't bother making it look weathered and I'm looking into it too hard.

NAT HALLUCINATION PLUS CHERRY BOMB 💥💥🎉

Honestly I think Walter may have lied to Misty, on the other hand Van and Taissa were getting down and dirty and Shauna was actually bonding with her kid for once

they make memorial for Javi, then Jackie, then Wilderness baby, im just confused on the fact they don't mention Laura Lee? Especially that Lottie of all people wouldn't mention her. Also the five lanterns I still think that's a clue to a death count this season (past and present, maybe just past timeline)

Ben is up to some evil shit... I don't think Mari dies in that hole though from some of the teasers we've seen

callie pocketed that tape... Didn't anyone tell you not to open other people's mail young lady 🤓

CAKE, they played CAKE, oh I can die happy

Ending thoughts:

Wtf is that sound Travis heard? Does the sound have something to do with being drunk? He hears it first when he's high, and the other girls hear it after the feast (they had like wine or something).

The no eyed man... come on let's get a good look at 'im

Who left the letter? Will the other Yellowjackets get a letter like the one that was supposed to go to Shauna?

What will happen to Mari? What is Ben's purpose of making that trap and what does he plan to do now that he's catched one of the girls. Furthermore, this would prove he knew they survived the cabin fire. Will this lead to the girls finding where Ben is?

Laura Lee erasure... 😭

[rouge-the-bat]

yo would anyone be able to help out and send me and my girlfriend ( @ashtwinproject22 ) some money for some kitty-wellness?

TLDR; we need help to get 3 female stray cats fixed asap as its mating season, and get one of my cats lump checked at a vet before fixing him too. this all can cost anywhere from approx $157 to $253+ the unknown price for potentially removing the lump. if you can help, my girlfriend's cashapp is $nalathequeen2186 and paypal is @nalathequeen2186 !

(also please check the reblogs when you can, in case i have any updates about prices, if we reach the amount we need, changes to the situation, etc. will also show updates of the kitties when we can get them fixed/to the vet, to prove were getting it all done!)

the strays weve been trying to help out ⬆️

my sweet silly boy with the lump (ft. me) ⬇️

full explanation under the cut:

one of my brothers and his girlfriend moved in with us until they can find a place, and they brought over the cats that were living under their house that theyve helped take care of, but theyre mostly stray, and unfortunately my brother is very "let nature run its course" about outside cats 🙄

its 3 sister mama cats, and we already took in their 3 surviving babies, and have gotten 2 of the babies fixed and have the 3rd one scheduled to be fixed in less than a week. so atm, we have 7 cats in this house, and as much as i would love to, we just cant take in the 3 mamas as well, even though theyre incredibly sweet.

im unsure what our full plan will be about the 3 mamas, especially since im unsure what my brothers plans with them will be once he and his gf move back out (were not exactly on speaking terms right now since hes been a total piece of shit about me and my gf struggling with mentall illness- which he doesnt even believe is real 🙄🙄🙄). im hoping we can get them nice homes, but at least for now were wanting to get the three of them fixed so there wont be more stray cats, and especially not more kitties dying out there. and unfortunately, mating season slipped my mind and is now upon us, so we REALLY need to get these mamas fixed ASAP.

and in addition to that, one of my cats has this large-ish lump on his right side that were wanting to get checked out, and get him fixed as well. i suspect that its nothing serious, considering it doesnt seem to cause him any issues- he'll even lay on it without a problem- but im worried about it nonetheless, and we'll need to get it checked out and potentially removed before we can get him fixed in case it could cause complications during the neutering.

unfortunately, as you can imagine since im making this post, we dont really have the money for this. my mom, who we live with, rarely has much extra money and certainly doesnt atm, and me and my girlfriend have been struggling with too many mental health issues- and for her, physical health issues as well- to get a job for a while now. things will be improving soon now that we have adhd diagnoses, but my gfs insurance is dragging its feet to finally get her adhd medication approved, and i only JUST finally got my own a few days ago, and am basically playing extreme catch-up with trying to get stuff done around the house right now and help out my mom more.

im really not sure exactly how much everything will amount to, but so far ive figured up getting all 3 mamas fixed should be either about $75 if a certain program the spay/neuter clinic nearby has for strays/ferals can be used, or if not itll be between $111-171, and getting just an exam to check out my cats lump would be around $55, and i dont know how much a potential fixing/removal of the lump could be as i cant get an estimate until hes examined. then itll be $27 to get him neutered.

so if this is all right, and were able to use the program, theres no health risk with the lump, and no other additional charges for anything else, all of this can cost about $157 or so as the minimum, OR it could be around $253 PLUS however much it may cost to fix up the lump.

(also as a bonus pic, heres the 3 precious babies we took in that the mamas were collectively taking care of. theyre living a nice cozy indoor life now and are very happy and SO sweet <3)

[moonshynecybin]

as one of the foremost motogp scholars of our time do you happen to know what the beef is with maverick and fabio bc they were teammates right? but everyone says they hate each other now idk

ik this is not a marc question and i apologize for asking something i could ostensibly do research in myself but i did try and i suck at research and you have crazy good insight into the interpersonal dynamics of these guys ajajsjksksksksksksk

anyway sorry!! love your blog!!!! if you dont know or dont have time you can just ignore me!! <3

HELP okay i’ll try my best… so uh. idk if they have BEEF per se but i would imagine that some of the animosity would stem from the state of yamaha in 2021 and maverick’s uh. handling of that entire snafu. and yamaha being one of fabio quartararo’s beautiful wives (the other is tony arbolino the OTHER other is being nips out in work situations). anyways under the cut it’s lawg

SO. source HERE it does a good job laying this all out, but mav moved from suzuki to yamaha to start the 2017 season and immediately had a real substantial string of successes. he topped testing (a more novel occurrence THEN than NOW…) and won the first two races of the season, with many of the top contenders in the class having comparatively more difficult starts to the year (marc, dani, jorge, AND dovi all DNFed in argentina in the wet lmao). unfortunately, in true maverick fashion, it wouldn’t last and his results would be a lot more spotty as the season continued, with marc and dovi emerging as the true title contenders after the break and him finishing p3 overall (still ahead of valentino rossi…)

from there, our typically maverick pattern emerges, and maverick’s results kinda plummet more and more as the years pass by, with a few bright spots in tracks he likes. cracks are already showing in 2018, especially as vale ages and marc continues to be dominant while ducati improve. but like. maverick is a HUGE confidence guy!!!!and lin jarvis is in the press at austria 2018 like my rider’s qualified like total dog dookie!!! and maverick (most sensitive man on earth) is like okay. FUCK YOU… so things are already sliding nasty in 2018, but then he wins at assen in 2019 and re-signs w yamaha (even though ducati apparently wanted him. which is crazy to me but i digress.) it SHOULD BE NOTED that maverick himself was also publicly baffled by the decision from ducati to re-sign him, which EYE think says a lot abt his relationship with the team and confidence in his place there, and then they bring in all theses young hotties named fabio and franky and i imagine it’s like uh oh. i gotta PERFORM…

then 2020: shit hits the fan, marc breaks his arm, covid is going full blast, and no one knows what the fuck is going on. yamaha is very shaky through it all - fabio isn’t happy, maverick isn’t happy, everything is breaking or going wrong and there’s no pace on the bike and despite winning a GP maverick calls it the “worst season of his career!!!!” and also fabio is there with three wins looking. VERY good. writing perhaps on the wallll about the new guys and 21 yr old fabio is like. idk i can see why fabio’s friendly ass had a hard time vibing with all that. it doesn’t strike me as a natural vibe match.

and like. okay so famously the dramatic conclusion comes of COURSE in 2021 where mav got a new crew chief (he really liked his old one…) and then finished p19 in germany among serious grip woes that he claimed the team didnt have an answer for, all while fabio is charging to mount an actual title challenge, which i imagine didnt help things. like the pure comparison of it. exit rumors build (he podiums the next gp on the same setup he placed p19 in apparently, and like. doesn’t celebrate w the team at ALL in parc ferme like the vibes are OFFFF !!!), maverick is publicly critical of the team and unhappy with his situation, and then uh. he um. he gets fired AHEAD of assen 2021 and yamaha state he’ll leave after that season, a full year before his contract expires. boo tomato tomato from both parties…

MAVERICK (DIVAAAAAA comma 26 years old) responds by going full old school broadway dame and blowing up his engine on purpose during the 2021 Styrian GP in austria, sabotaging his own race. yamaha catch him handily, do NOT appreciate this, and straight up suspend him. maverick apologizes and says he messed up baby it was a joke please forgive him please. yamaha says you’re a SKANK… put in cal crutchlow good vibes angel from the heavens on that bike, who is later replaced with franco morbidelli full time. maverick signs with aprilia and rides with them for the rest of the season. maverick later lists fabio’s front row qualification performance as one of the reasons his emotions got the better of him in austria. fabio goes on to win the title. et voila. like TLDR i imagine the leftover taste in both fabio and maverick’s mouths concerning the whole ordeal is enough to put them off each other at least mildly for good.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hi first of, i love your writing so much. secondly, i dont know if you take requests, and if you dont, that's totally fine. but i was wondering if you could do a peter x reader in an established relationship & living together and her brother or cousin (whatever really) unexpectedly shows up and she just calls peter a roommate. then he comes out all jealous until he realizes thats her family

a/n: this one has been in my inbox for so long, feels really nice to finally write it

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You swiftly leapt out of the kitchen as the doorbell suddenly rang, leaving your boyfriend behind as he continued to clutch a wooden spoon and make sure your dinner didn’t burn. Though as you pulled open the front door to your apartment, the surprise on the other side nearly caused you to stumble. 

“Will!” your jaw hit the floor at the sight of none other than your brother, “what are you doing here?” 

“I was in town,” he flashed you a bright grin, holding out his arms like he was the expensive Lego set your parents never permitted you to get as a child, “what, am I not allowed to just drop by?” 

“No, of course you are,” you faintly shook your dazed head as he crossed over the threshold, “we were just about to have dinner–” 

“We?” his eyebrows cocked, “oh shit, do you have company right now?” 

“No, no, or well, it’s just Peter.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah, my boy–, roommate,” you swiftly squeaked, “he’s my roommate.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a roomie!” he smiled as he kicked off his shoes and set down his bag. 

“Uhm, yep,” you stiffly coughed, “it’s kind of a new development…” 

“Hey, darling,” Will then glanced over his shoulder after he’d hung his coat up on a hook on the hallway wall, “where’s the bathroom?” 

“Right down there,” you pointed before watching him trot down in that direction. 

Once you’d returned to the kitchen, the soft smile, that had been on Peter’s lips back when you’d left, had faded as he continued to drag the long spoon through the sautéing vegetables. 

Narrowing his gaze in your direction, he then said, “so, roomie,” his petty tone revealing how much he’d overheard through the apartment’s thin walls, “who’s Will?” he kissed his teeth, “anything you’d like come clean about?” 

“What?” your face instantly scrunched up, “ew, gross, no! Will is my brother!” 

All of Peter’s tension then promptly melted away, “oh, Will, Will! Your brother Will!” he connected the dots, then smiled widely as, “hey look, your brother’s here,” flowed out past his lips in an adorably genuine tone, as if he hadn’t just misunderstood everything. 

“Yes, you weirdo,” you light-heartedly rolled your eyes and shifted to check the timer on the things in the oven. 

“Doesn’t he already know about us?” he asked, “we have been together for two years and, oh yeah, we live together! I don’t know about you, but that’s not exactly what I’d describe as a casual relationship.” 

“No, of course, he knows about the vague idea of you,” gaze averted to the scraps left on the cutting board, you began to explain, “but he doesn’t know that we moved in together, and if he knows, then that means my parents will know, and trust me, you’re not ready for that yet.” 

“I think I can handle a couple of parents, thank you very much,” he chuckled, not yet heeding your warning. 

Finally meeting his gaze, you placed a hand on his forearm and exhaled, “honey, they would interpret us moving in together as instant wedding bells and like a trillion babies. I am doing this for your protection.” 

“Oh…” he uttered slowly, his brows raising at your words, “well, thanks for having my back then.” 

“You’re welcome,” you briefly leaned in and pressed a peck to his lips before you drew back once more and sucked in a deep breath, conjuring the strength that the rest of the night surely required, “now, do you wanna go help me give my brother a tour and rapidly come up with an answer as to why we only have one bed?”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[squiddy-god]

omggg just saw your blog post and i loved that Denji x male reader fic! I am in full belief of him being a bisexual disaster

if your up for it i’d love a pt.2 to that story where Denji finally gets with male reader and it’s just really fluffy? like reader laughing at his goofy ass and teaching him how to be in a loving and healthy relationship

id really appreciate it dude since there ain’t many male reader fics out there 💀 anyways even if u don’t do the request i hope ur having a great day man!!

Hehehe yes i absolutely can, as always i'm a firm bi denji truther and frankly we need more male reader fics for him. Bi Denji analysis PowerPoint soon 🙏 Cw ; none, fluff, denji x male reader, canon typical illusions to violence and suggestive nature just because of how chainsaw man is

A week. It has been a week since you last herd from denji. Well saying “last heard from” isn't right when it's closer to “last watched him flee my apartment”. However thankfully you had received a text from the dork in question asking you to meet him at a cafe. That's where you are now, going to said cafe to meet up with denji for whatever it is he called you for, probably to hand out. 

However when you finally come into view you notice that the man in front of you is not slouching casually as per usual. Red cheeks and a shy averted gaze “that's what guys like right?” he thinks to himself. His cheeks are puffed out slightly almost like he's pouting. His hand scratching the back of his neck he looks up at you and nearly chokes on words even he doesn't know. 

“So…did you just want to hang out?” 

Denjis eyes widen and he fumbles around your question a bit. “Nah it's not like that I just…” his hands twitch, clenching and unclenching nervously. Twitching forward and twitching back as if apprehensive to reach forward. “I dunno” he's cute when he pouts like that. Sharp teeth worrying his lower lip and cheek out of nervous habit. “Maybe it could be like a date” 

“Do you want it to be a date?” How cruel of you, teasing the poor guy when it is oh so painfully obvious he wants it to be a date. Painfully obvious he wants to hold your hand. “Yes…maybe” he's taken to shoving both hands into the worn out pockets of his jacket. Deciding against torturing Denji any longer you take his hand in yours, it's rough, with a bit of scar tissue over his knuckles and palm. For a guy so seemingly obsessed with touching boobs just holding your hand is enough to nearly kill him. “Can i- like talk to you” it takes a small reassuring nod before tugging you off on a little walk. A long stretch of silence hangs between the two of you before Denji speaks again. “I'm sorry i ran out the other day, that wasn't very cool” 

“That's fine, I mean I was just getting out of the shower” you laugh, fully prepared to brush it off. It didn't mean anything, denji calling this hangout a date probably didn't mean anything either… you shouldn't get any hopes up. “I think im gay” 

You nearly choke on air, tripping as you fumble to snap your head towards denji as if he called you a slur personally. “Or like kinda gay you know…i think i still like boobs and shit but, man seeing you like that” he leans back, eyes glued to some very interesting clouds as he tried to play it off like a casual admission and not the nuclear bombshell it was. “So you think you're bi? Something else??” Denji nods, taking in your face and reaction. You don't look mad- that's good, but you also don't look like you realised what he said. The gears in your head work overtime as you rethink what he said again and again until it clicks. “I MADE YOU BI!? Or well like realizing your bi? Holy shit-” you crouch down by where the edge of the sidewalk meets the slope of the bank before the small patch of sand. Your hands are clasped in prayer hoping that whatever bisexuality devil is looking out for you has got your back, that denji is about to ask what you think he is going to ask. 

“Common dont make me say it if you already know” he whines. 

“But i wanna hear you say it pleaseeee” you shoot him your best wet puppy eyes but really that is denjis strong suit. “Ugh fine.” he's looking away from you, cheeks puffed out slightly as he stills his rapidly beating heart. “I maybe wanna be your boyfriend” and before he knows it you are pumping your fist in the air excitedly. “YES. YES, WIN- HAHAH!” 

At least you grab his hand again, leaning your head sweetly on his shoulder. He almost forgets to breathe. He'd suffocate if it meant you didn't let go. It felt right, like a little piece of normalcy he didn't even know he could hope for.

[thebestjjenthusiast]

carolina’s children

06 | 07 | 08

“being a singer means i have the y/n driving me around? why didnt i audition earlier?” jj joked as i parked my car temporarily outside his porch.

“i just dont trust you with maps and coordinates” i shrugged as i unlocked the doors, watching him as he walked over to the passenger seat

“so, are you finally relaxed about tonight?” he looked at me as i revved

“relaxed is… not exactly my state right now” i looked at him for a brief moment and hit the gas

“well me and the pogues have a little surprise for you after the concert. y’know, to make you feel better” he smiled, and i felt my checks heating up just a little bit

“a surprise huh?” i smiled as he hummed. we are now on our way to chris’ house to start working.

i mean the fact that he had covid didnt mean we couldnt use the garage right? open space (sorta), a whole different floor than the rest of the house and all the gear we needed. i figured we’d be alright, and pope the big brain already said itd be okay.

chris of course agreed. he actually really loved each and every single one of us, bandmates and our friends. and i did love him back. if he discretely disliked the band as in working in it had nothing to do with our friendship (unlike mike).

“rafe where had you been hiding those skills?” jj trolled him ironically, making rafes temper rise.

“will you shut it” rafe shot back and tried his best to focus.

“how about instead of mocking him you start singing boy?” i growled as i continued studying my sheets.

pope was focusing on his bass, especially since we decided to cover a lot of red hot chili peppers. it was easier for jj and his vocal chords.

after what felt like ages, the time was six pm, and we were doing fairly well considering the circumstances. rafe was not acing it, but he was pulling it off. jj was messing up a few lyrics here, cracking his voice slightly there, but i had faith in him.

now, it wouldnt be a classic the band performance, but the audience will at least have live music to hear.

just as soon as we finished revising our last song, song,we heard my phone ringing, then suddenly stopping as i got a notification.

“that was a good one well done guys” i said removing the belt of my guitar and putting it on a sofa near me.

i grabbed my phone to see i has a few missed calls and a text message from trixie

❛ trixie.. or trixie the pic tricky as many called her around the island for her insane photography skills. she often worked for us during our concert days, mostly photographing and then posting them on her platfrom, boosting ours and her career. but since we bonded so fast, and her dad owned the bar we were performing, she took some manager duties from time to time, such as telling us when we needed to head over there to start preping up just like she was doing now ❜

“guys tricky just texted me” i announced, earning two confused looks and a response only from pope

“oh shoot, we gotta go guys come on” he ordered as he started placing his bass inside its case

i started taking my stuff too as rafe took the drumsticks and jj took the sheets he didnt fully remember

“may i ask whos tricky?” jj breathed as we we’re basically running towards my car to take off

“shes our photographer slice manager” i stated “her names actually trixie” i continued

“wait trixie with the bob and the bangs?” rafe questioned

“yea thats the one” i replied getting on my drivers seat “now buckle up”

“why do i know her” rafe was mumbling to himself as pope turned from the seat next to me to look at him

“you went to the same high school probably, shes rich as shit” he stated as he watched rafe fading a smile with agreement

“yea shes really sweet but will kill us if things go south” i pulled pope to sit properly on his seat as i was speeding a little too much “did you tell her the news? shes off twitter” i asked him

“uh.. i forgot” he squinted his eyes and an elbow came right towards his ribcage

“i will kill you heyward” i shouted as questions begun flying from the back seats.

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an: i love doing random introductions i feel like im tarantino😛but no splatter here 🙏

[cannibalisticcorpse]

3 or 6 for that little ask thing? :3

from this ask game

i also got a req on discord from someone w/o a tumblr for #6 :]

3. “Supri- oh shit you’re not [insert character name].”

"Surpri- ah bollocks, you're not David." Charles' voice startles Edwin from the book he'd been reading absently on the sofa, looking up at Charles with a bewildered look on his face.

"Excuse me?" He takes in he pink teddy bear with a heart Charles was holding, and gets about ten degrees more confused. "I'm sorry, you wanted to give David that?"

"Yeah," Charles says, holding it up and frowning at it. "We're trying to rehabilitate him. You don't think it's good?"

Edwin opens his mouth and closes it a few times. "Is it not... a bit romantic?"

"Nah," Charles shakes his head. "Or, I don't think so. It's just pink, innit?"

"It had a heart, Charles."

"I mean, sure. But it's a... uh... Well, it's a friendship heart."

"Right," Edwin says slowly, folding his book and setting it aside. "And if you were to gift someone a romantic gift, what might you give them?"

Charles hums as he tilts his head, lifting the bear to look at it. "Huh. I suppose I'd give 'em this too."

Edwin nods in a somewhat sarcastic manner. "So will you still be giving that to David?"

Charles' ears tinge a bit pink as he thrusts it towards Edwin. "Do you want it?"

6. “i dont like [x], i like you”

"Whatever," Charles grumbles, turning away from Edwin. "We always spend Valentine's Day together, but you wanna run off with the bloody Cat King. Whatever. Go do that, you obviously like him better than me."

"Charles, what are you on about? I've no plans to go out tonight."

His head snaps up hopefully, and Edwin can't help but roll his eyes. "Y-You mean it? You're staying in with me, instead of that wanker?"

Edwin scoffs, stepping up to Charles and straightening his collar. "Yes, I can't imagine spending a single holiday without you. Let alone Valentine's Day. I don't like The Cat King, I love you, Charles Rowland."

"Really?"

"Really," Edwin promises, and Charles closes his watery eyes before rushing forward to hug Edwin.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear it. I couldn't bare to be without you, Edwin."

"I know, Charles," he says, hugging him back. "I know."

[bloodycotton]

Broken Hearts Killer

This is something for Chandler Manning, way darker than i thought but what else could it happen when i was watching "My bloody valentine"? And i hope you spend a happy valentines day <3

So here is something where reader is the one obsessed with Chandler and would do anything for him.

TW: not smut as i still dont know how to write that jdjd but there are some as graphic violence, gore, stalking, obession, and shit like that

You took a shaky breath and banged on the table, causing the glasses to sway and spill on the carefully arranged table, staining the pretty white tablecloth with red wine. 

“He wouldn't say that!” you shouted, fixing your pretty eyes on the frightened man across the table, tied to a chair, weak from the blow to the head delivered by the woman in the pink dress. 

The man tried to speak, but the words were slurred, weak, and his voice was confused, his voice sounded far away as if he was straining to formulate the words, most likely with a concussion. “Please... I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go.”

The pain in his head was excruciating, a constant throbbing that reverberated in his skull like a drum. Every movement, no matter how small, made him nauseous, and the light in the room seemed too bright, almost blinding.

The man who physically resembled Detective Manning whimpered and cried, his heart pounding furiously in his ribs, a prisoner of fear and despair, he knew deep down inside that she would kill him for not being him. 

“Your eyes aren't the same colour either.” You were upset by the small detail that the man in front of you had green eyes and not Detective Chandler Manning's lovely chocolate colour. The bound man let out a muffled whimper, as if asking with difficulty what he was referring to. The sounds tripled, the clicking of your heels, the dripping of wine on the tablecloth, even the sound of his own breathing were deafening. His head throbbed with every noise, as if someone was hammering his brain from the inside.

You straightened up, walking slowly around the table, your heels clicking on the floor with a hypnotic rhythm. He tried to move his hands, but the restraints cut off his circulation, and every attempt to free himself only made his headache worse, and the rubbing of the ropes against his skin had already left red, painful marks.

“Chandler Manning has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Brown, warm, like melted chocolate. But you…” You stopped in front of him, leaning in again. “Your eyes are green. Cold. False.”

The man tried to speak, but the words choked in his throat. His eyes, those green eyes you disliked so much, filled with tears.

You sighed, as if disappointed, standing behind him with his hands on your shoulders. “You don't understand, do you? He's perfect. And you... you're just a cheap imitation.”

With a fleeting movement of his hands, you grabbed a handful of his black hair and the man began to drown in his blood, his eyes unfocused as the carmine red stained that white shirt from the slash in his throat and her delicately coloured dress. The smell of iron flooded the room, mingling with the sweet scent of wine spilled on the tablecloth. 

With a sigh, you dropped the man's torso to the table, with a wet, grotesque sound of his body slamming all over it, wiping your hands where blood hadn't splattered on the broad back of the man's shirt.

“It's not you” You watched the television where the detective of your dreams was giving a press conference about the ‘Broken Hearts Killer’. What a nice name they had given you. But the main thing, was that he was talking directly to you. 

“Chandler…” A dreamy sigh escaped your lips, moving closer to the screen. His words echoed in your mind, each syllable a confirmation that he understood you like no one else, that he knew what you did for him. 

“We are close to catching the ‘Broken Hearts Killer’” Detective Chandler Manning said as he stared into the camera, his brown eyes and bushy eyebrows furrowed just the way you liked it.

You smiled, a shiver of excitement ran down your spine, he was talking to you, he was looking for you. 

When the detective was no longer on screen, you looked down at the table, at the man's limp body on the table, blood still dripping slowly onto the formerly white tablecloth. With a sigh, you walked over to the kitchen and picked up a sharp knife, your mind already working on the next step.

“You can't stay here,” she muttered, as if the body could hear her. “You have to disappear.”

After a few hours when you had already got rid of the man, you washed your hands removing all traces of blood, then you sat down at the kitchen table and started working on your next move. 

You pulled out a Valentine's Day card decorated with hearts, roses and one of those silly phrases, where inside you wrote a riddle, neat and elegant handwriting. 

At the end, you stamped a kiss on the paper with wine red lipstick, the same shade you had used that night. Then, you took the man's heart, wrapped it in silver paper and placed it in a box of chocolates, it was pink with a black ribbon, you stepped back and looked at your creation, the box of chocolates with the heart inside, the pretty ribbon and the card in it. 

The next day, you took the package to a post office, who sent it to Chandler's office address, making sure there was no trace of your identity.

“I hope you enjoy it, Chandler, my love,” you murmured as you left the office, a smile playing on your lips. 

Chandler was in his office when he received the package, wary, as it was rare for him to receive anything on any holiday. Carefully, he looked at the card that was stuck in the bow of the mysteriously heavy box of chocolates.

“What the fuck is this?” he grunted, lifting the box gingerly. It was heavier than he expected, and something inside it was moving slightly.

“Red as passion, beats without end,

I’ve stolen them all, but you can’t comprehend.

One by one, I keep them with care,

Guess what they are? I’ll give you a pair.”

Chandler frowned, feeling a shiver run down his spine, suspicious. The kiss on the paper, printed in wine-red lipstick, struck him as disturbingly personal, but curiously attractive, it had been a long time since anyone had sent him anything like it.

And no one could compare. 

When he opened the supposed box of chocolates and saw the silver paper wrapping an object, his hands trembled and his teeth clenched.

“FUCK!” Chandler screamed, the metallic, old, metallic smell of blood hit his nose, with jerky, exalted movements he rose from his seat causing the chair to hit the floor of his office hard. The pretty box fell to the floor along with its grotesque contents with a wet sound. 

Chandler took a deep breath, trying to control his anger, but it was impossible. He slammed his fist on the desk, making the objects jump. “This is a fucking joke!” 

Chandler reached for the heart, his fists clenched and his breath hitching. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” he muttered, his voice full of rage, horror and disgust, it was obvious who had sent him, after all, he was the only person crazy enough to do something like this ‘The Broken Hearts Killer.’

He picked up the phone and dialled a number. “I need the whole team here right now!” he shouted, hanging up before the person on the other end could answer.

Chandler's team gathered in his office, examining the package and the human heart. Forensics confirmed that the heart belonged to a recent victim, a man who had been reported missing two days earlier.

“This isn't just a crime,” Chandler said, staring at the card. “It's a message. And I'm going to make sure it's the last one.”

The riddle haunted him. He read it over and over, trying to decipher its meaning. “What do you mean by ‘One by one, I keep them with care’?” He muttered, running a finger over the words and the kiss stamped on the card. 

Chandler always knew the killer was meticulous, in previous murders he would extract the heart from his victims and place a red rose in the chest cavity as a tribute to the love and lives he had taken, that was his signature. 

And no one knew what he did with the hearts, until now, but where were the others?

Chandler Manning entered the morgue with a firm step, but with an uneasy feeling he couldn't shake. The smell of disinfectant and death hit him immediately, but he was used to it. What he wasn't used to was the idea that someone was playing with him like this.

The forensic examiner, a middle-aged Asian man, led him to the table where the body of the latest victim lay. “Here it is,” said the forensic examiner, lifting the surgical drape that covered the corpse.

Chandler looked at the body, and immediately felt a shiver run down his spine. The man on the table was strikingly similar to him, the same build, the same type of hair, even the shape of the face was similar. But there were subtle differences: the eyes were green instead of brown, the nose a little wider, the jaw a little more defined. 

“What the hell...?” muttered Chandler, leaning over to examine the body more closely.

The coroner watched him with curiosity and concern in his eyes. “You noticed, didn't you?” The man on the metal table was almost a carbon copy of the detective. 

Chandler didn't answer right away. His mind was working at full speed, connecting the dots. “Do you have pictures of the other victims?” he finally asked.

The doctor nodded and handed him a folder with the photographs and files of the previous victims. Chandler went through them one by one, and with each image, his unease grew. All the victims resembled him, but with slight differences: different coloured eyes, lighter or darker hair, slightly altered facial features.

“This is not a coincidence,” Chandler said, closing the folder tightly. “The killer is choosing these people because they look like me.”

The forensic scientist arched an eyebrow. “You think it's personal?”

Chandler did not respond immediately. His mind was busy processing the information. “It's not just personal,” he finally said. “It's obsessive.”

(...)

You had been watching him for a long time, always from afar, hidden in plain sight, like just another person in town, studying his habits, routines, his every move. You knew it wasn't yet time for him to discover you, but you couldn't resist the consuming desire to see him, to feel him close, to sense his presence, even for a few minutes. 

So that night you dressed carefully, choosing something low-cut, pretty and undeniably you. “Just a glimpse,” you muttered to yourself, adjusting your hair in front of the mirror. “I just need to see him up close.”

You knew Chandler was going to be in a bar, whenever he was stressed he always went for a drink at the same place, and that's where you were going to be, after all the stress you put him through today, it was obvious.

You saw him enter the bar out of the corner of your eye, he looked tired and stressed, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and you had to take a sip of beer to cool down, his mere presence made you feel things. 

The place was half full, with the low murmur of conversations and the sound of glasses clinking in the background. Chandler headed straight to the bar and sat down on one of the empty stools, next to a beautiful woman.

Holding back the urge to look at him and smile like a fool when you felt his warm and imposing presence next to you, you took another sip, trying to ignore him, but knowing that every fibre of your body was watching his every move, your heart pounded, but keeping calm you pretended to be lost in thought. 

He ordered a whisky on the rocks, and you couldn't help but watch him from the corner of your eye. Every movement of his was mesmerising: the way he ran a hand through his hair, the tired sigh that escaped his lips, the way his fingers circled the glass. It was perfect, so perfect it was almost painful to watch.

You couldn't resist, “Rough day?” You smiled sweetly at him. 

Chandler looked at you, a little surprised by the interruption, but he didn't seem upset. “Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, taking another sip of his whiskey, the sound of the ice in the small glass and how his throat moved as he swallowed was a little distracting.

You smiled, playing with the rim of your bottle. “I've had one of those days myself. Sometimes a drink is the only thing that helps.”

Chandler nodded, looking down at his glass. “I guess you're right.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, but you didn't want the conversation to end so soon, determined to keep it going. “What do you do that stresses you out so much?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

Chandler looked at her again, this time with a little more interest. “I'm a detective,” he replied, without giving too many details.

Your heart skipped a beat at those words. “Detective,” you murmured, as if testing her title on your lips. “That sounds interesting. Any big cases at the moment?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if considering how much to share. “Yeah, something like that,” he finally said. “A complicated case.”

You nodded, as if you understood. “Well, I hope you solve it soon, Detective. It must be hard to deal with that all the time.”

Chandler smiled slightly, appreciative of the comment. “Thanks.” He was somewhat dry in response, but, he was hypnotic, his voice rough from the alcohol, and his manner dark and imposing. 

After a while, you returned home, where you were finally able to drop the mask of normality you had been wearing all night. The cool night air hit your face as you walked, but you couldn't stop thinking about him. Of Chandler.

Every step you took echoed in your mind, as if you were replaying over and over again the moments you had shared with him in the bar. His deep voice, his brown eyes that had looked at you with that mixture of weariness and curiosity, the way his fingers had encircled the glass of whiskey. It was all so perfect, so him.

“Detective,” you murmured again, tasting the word on your lips as you opened the door to your house. It sounded so good, so powerful. It was as if that title was part of his essence, something that made him even more irresistible.

As you walked in, you shed your coat and sat down on the sofa, staring into the void as your mind wandered back to that moment in the bar. “Rough day?” you had asked, and he had answered you. He had spoken to you. To you.

You smiled, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine. 

You stood up and walked over to the mirror, looking at your reflection. “It's you,” you said to your image, as if you were talking to Chandler. “It's always been you.”

You sat at your desk, where you had pictures of Chandler scattered all over it. Some were newspaper clippings, some were screenshots of his press conferences, and a few you had taken yourself from afar. They all showed his face, his brown eyes, his serious expression.

(...)

Some time later when the broken-hearted killer had given no sign of life, but Detective Chandler hadn't stopped working on the disturbing case, day and night in his office and in the morgue, looking at files over and over again, the card with the kiss and the riddle he had no idea what it meant. 

His office was in chaos: piles of messy folders, photos of the victims strewn everywhere, and the box of chocolates stained with the blood of the human heart still in an evidence bag, a constant reminder that the killer was toying with him.

Chandler sat at his desk, his eyes bloodshot, a cup of cold coffee in his hand. His tie was undone, his shirt wrinkled, and his face showed the ravages of several sleepless nights.

“What the hell do you mean?” he muttered, staring at the riddle on the card. “One by one, I keep them with care...? The hearts?”

Suddenly, the door to his office opened without warning, and a woman walked in. She was a middle-aged FBI criminalist with shoulder-length, flowing brown hair and a look that denoted years of criminal profiling experience.

“Detective Manning,” the woman said, closing the door behind her, “We need to talk.”

Chandler looked up, irritated by the interruption. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice rough and laden with frustration.

The woman did not seem intimidated. "I'm Agent Christina Rossi, FBI. I've been reviewing the ‘Broken Hearts Killer’ case, and there are a few things we need to discuss."

Chandler leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “Great. Another expert coming to tell me how to do my job.”

Christina ignored the comment and sat down across from him, placing a thick folder on the desk. “I've been analyzing the killer's patterns, and there's something that doesn't fit the typical profiles I've seen before.”

Chandler frowned, looking at her skeptically. “And what's that?”

Christina opened the folder and pulled out several photos of the victims, along with forensic reports and maps of the crime scenes. “All the victims are men who look like you, Chandler. It's not a coincidence. The killer is choosing these people specifically because they look like you.”

Chandler leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the photos. “I know that. But why, what's in it for him?”

Christina stared at him, as if measuring her words. “Chandler, I think the killer is in love with you.”

Chandler was silent for a moment, processing the information. Then he let out a short, bitter laugh. “In love with me? What the hell does that mean?”

Christina sighed and began to explain. “It's a kind of obsession. The killer doesn't just admire you, they idealize you. He's eliminating people who look like you because they don't meet their standard of perfection. To the killer, you're the ideal, and no one else can compare.”

Chandler rose from his chair, walking to the window with his hands on his hips. “This is... disturbing.”

Chandler nodded. “I know. But it makes sense. The victims are almost replicas of you, but with slight differences: different coloured eyes, slightly altered facial features. The killer is looking for perfection, and you are that perfection for him... or her.”

Chandler turned to her, his expression full of disbelief. “Her?”

Christina nodded again. “It's possible. Although most serial killers are men, this kind of romantic obsession and meticulousness in the crimes suggests a female profile. Also, the fact that the killer sent you that package with the heart and the riddle is a distorted declaration of love.”

“She's in love with you”

[hyuckonia]

AAHHHH AHHHHH EVERYONE POINT AND LAUGH!!!!!!!!!! LOOOSERRR!!!! AHHHHHH SOMEONE LOST THE GAMEEE!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 (everyone lost actually (😔) )

AKA a last ditch effort to annoy the shit out of this guy

bonus!

the moment when ortho ace and kalim get inside the playful stage and can see everyone and are deciding what to do next. what easier way to defeat your enemy than completely obliterating them?

bonus 2

my friend said this pic of 2 random people showed up on google when u look up "fellow honest nui" so now theyr in fellow and gidel cosplay 💞

[biblebakemono]

I dont really have a full grasp of tumblr mechanics yet but i think this is how i can respond best??? but THESE ARE SUCH HIGH HONOR COMPLIMENTS HOLY SHIT THANK YOU @moths-and-crows and @morallygrayexistence

(and btw if u are interested to know about any specific tools/cheats that ive picked up from tutorials feel free to dm i love talking about art techniques, I promise I could NOT do a render like this this non-digitally😭 clip studio be doing the heavy lifting)

Motivates me so much to keep doing what I'm doing qwq especially with my goal of making a graphic novel, I wanna know what people enjoy so any feedback is encouraged!!! positive or negative im extremely grateful :D

Based off of this post, meaning this is a silly drawing based off of Will Wood's art which is the second one listed:

idk what this is lol I've been using LITWTC fanart to experiment with things and just fuck around n have fun

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."