#I'm losing my mind I am clawing on the walls

[risingblackmoon]

thinking about... Evil lunar and Sun... With this song...

Ooiuguh

[themultifanshipper]

can you write something with driver!reader x max with 🔵?

You and Max had been hovering around each other for months. Making each other jealous to try and get the other to do something about it. It had turned into a sick little game of who would crack first.

Tonight you'd gone a step too far and gotten a bit too close with his friend.

Warnings: Ferrari!reader, jealousy, angry max, drinking, smut, choking, rough sex, crying, fingering, bickering, rivals to lovers, Lando as a plot device, cliches, I'm sorry this is probably not my best work but I put everything I had into this so enjoy :3

requested from my prompt list

The bass was pumping through the walls of the club where you had decided to celebrate your victory. P1 baby! And with Ferrari back on their A game, you and Charles both got a podium with Lando on the second step, while Max just went back to his driver's room seething with rage after a penalty left him p5.

It felt amazing to finally be on top and you dragged your best drinking buddy Lando to the club as soon as possible for a night of wild celebration and many, many drinks that people had bought you.

Lando knew the game you were trying to play with Max, you were just using him to make Max jealous, but he would be damned if he didn’t take full advantage of the opportunity.

And you certainly weren’t going to refuse the advances of Lando Norris, one of the sexiest men you’d ever laid eyes on.

That’s how you ended up with him gripping your hips as he moved them to the beat, one thigh slotted between yours as you ground against each other, losing yourself as his lips made their way across your jaw, to the junction between your neck and your ear, your eyes closing, body lost in the pleasurable sensation.

You two danced for so long that you’d almost forgotten your game, when the feeling of Lando’s heated skin was suddenly ripped away from your greedy hands.

Before your alcohol-addled brain could register what was happening you were being dragged out of the club and into the street.

You vaguely registered Max hailing a taxi and getting you back to the hotel.

He all but threw you into a room before locking the door behind him. You barely remember getting there, but you were in a hotel room that clearly wasn't your own, red bull branded clothes strewn all over the place.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, shaking with barely contained anger.

“What?” You batted your eyelashes in faux-innocence “Am I not allowed to celebrate my hard earned win?”

“Not by crawling all over my friends like a slut”

“They're my friends too, Max, I can do what I want with them”

That seemed to make him hesitate, but his anger came back full force as soon as the image of Lando's greedy hands all over you flashed through his mind.

“Stop fucking around in front of me”

“And why should I do that, it's not like you have the balls to do anything, and I have needs, Max” You were getting bolder by the minute, partly because of the alcohol, but also because you were sick of the games.

“Like that fucking kid could ever satisfy you” he scoffed, you just smirked.

“Oh I don't know, he seemed pretty eager to please in the club, maybe I could go back and find out if it was just his phone I could feel in his pocket, it felt pretty satisfactory to me…”

“Stop fucking talking about Lando!” he growled and stepped closer to you unconsciously.

“Come over here and make me, coward”

That's what made him lose it. Max Verstappen was a lot of things, but he never ran away from what he wanted.

You ended up propped up against the wall, Max was knuckle deep inside you and you knew you weren’t going to last long. You didn’t know how it was possible for him to find the spot that made your knees buckle so fast, but he brought you to the edge of extasy in no time, only to stop just as you were about to reach the precipice.

You whined and clawed at his shoulders, but he just grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.

“Say you’re fucking mine. Say I’m the only one who’s allowed to have you like this…”

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. You couldn’t help but run your mouth a little bit more though.

“I think the British driver that got p2 today would disagree with that sentiment- “

His hand came up to swiftly wrap around your neck and squeeze, cutting you off.

“Don’t talk about him when I’ve got you dripping down your thighs just from a couple of fingers” he growled, other hand going to undo his belt to push his jeans and underwear down, just enough to free his cock from the constraints of his maddeningly tight jeans.

He roughly dragged you to the bed, turning you around and pushing you down so hard you had to put your hands out to catch your fall.

“Going to make you take my cock and prove to you I’m the only one who can make you scream for me.”

You were certainly wet enough, and he didn’t give you any time to respond as he slid into you with unwavering strength.

Your arms gave out immediately and you fell face first into the sheets, struggling to breathe as he gripped your hips tight and immediately started a bruising pace with his hips.

Your whole body was on fire, not from any pain, but from the intensity of his cock pushing into your g-spot mercilessly, and you cried out as your orgasm crept up on you in record time.

He didn’t stop though, forcing you to endure his relentless pace and stamina and you quickly turned to mush, the pleasure coursing through you so intense that he had to hold you up by your hips.

He pulled out suddenly and the sudden emptiness sent your brain and body into a frenzy, babbling incoherent sounds that sounded like his name, and ‘please’.

Max turned you over onto your back and slid back into you, hooking your legs over his shoulders to deepen the angle, and to look at your face as he brought you the edge a second time.

You cried as the euphoria took over your body, his hands coming up to wipe the tears away from your cheeks and he came not long after, pumping you full and dropping his sweaty forehead onto yours.

Once you’d both come down from your highs, and you had regained the ability to speak, he looked into your eyes. All the anger from before had disappeared, and now he looked scared, terrified even. You just stared at each other, not knowing quite what to say after that.

After a while he finally plucked up the courage to ask “Can I kiss you? Please.”

You smiled and fresh tears (this time of joy) sprung to your eyes as your hands came up either side of his face.

“Yes, Max…” you whispered “kiss me, pl-”

Once again he cut you off, and his lips were softer than you ever could have imagined. It just felt right, the two of you, wrapped perfectly together like two pieces in a puzzle.

“I love you…” you murmured, breaking away for air.

It was his turn for tears to start forming as the relief washed over him that this wasn’t a one time thing, and that you truly felt the same way he did.

You both missed your alarms, and subsequent attempts by your teams to contact you, and therefore your flights.

“How the hell are we going to get back to Monaco, now?” he asked as you both sat in bed nursing hangovers.

“Well…” you said tentatively “I know someone who’s private jet is probably still here…”

He looked confused for a moment, then his eyes widened and he shrieked.

“Absolutely not! We are NOT flying with fucking Lando!”

Spoiler alert, you had no choice... This was going to be a long flight

[shomixremix]

Dates they like ♡︎

okay so i just found out that in version 4.5 there will be an itto AND a neuvillette banner (christmas came early) so i will gt a chance to pull for neuvi and even though i already have c2 arataki, c3 can't hurt hehe

I'M SO EXCITED!! i immediatelly had to write something for the both of them!!

i'd love to hear some of your ideas so feel free to request!!

tags: Itto, Neuvillette, Thoma, Wriotheslay, female! reader, fluff, kissing, smut, overstimulation, riding, pussyeating

-> your boyfriend would love to spend time with you anywhere and doing anything, yet he does have his preferences on how to spend that time. all dates with you are always amazing, but there's always that one activity he likes the most.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> itto

"itto! stop moving so much, you'll smudge them!" you exclaim as you paint the oni's nails. he stills immediately, watching as you paint his left thumb a beautiful, crimson color.

"sorry, love bug! i just wanted a kiss, sweets, you look so freakin' good and i need to let my baby know she's fuckin' gorgeous!" he exclaims through a roar, throwing his arms around you. you screech at him:

"ITTO! your nails!"

his eyes turn wide as he pulls his hands back quickly, giving you an apologetic smile.

"oh, shit, sorry baby! i'll be good, i swear, i'll stay still and quiet, i promise. oni's honor and word!"

you smile as your boyfriend really does keep his word and stills, allowing you to paint more efficiently.

"there, all done! want the gold sparkly top coat, hon?"

"uhh, duh! 'f course i do, baby! gotta be nice and shiny, like you, yeah?"

painting nails in the comfort of your home in inazuma city was always one of itto's favorite dates. with snacks prepared, you two would spend hours in each other's arms with you just painting his sharp claws. then, you'd let him paint yours - even though you would always have to fix them later. sometimes, when he would ask, you'd paint his horns, which you were pretty sure he only asked you to do so you'd sit on his lap.

"there! all done, babe! you like them, arataki?" you smile as he pulls you into his arms, twirling you around in the air like you were weightless.

"hell yeah, love bug! i love 'em! and i love you too, sweets! thanks for doing this f' me. now c'mere so i can kiss those pretty lips"

♡︎

one of his favorite parts of having freshly done nails, on both you and him, was how good they looked sliding against bare skin.

"mmm.. yeah, yeah! that's good, s' fuckin' good, yeah? yeahhh, you just keep on scratching your pretty little nails down my back, yeah, baby? shit, sweets... just like that, fuck!" he groaned into your skin as he fucked you into your matress. your arms roamed his big back and shoulders, gently caressing him with your newly painted nails. you left scratch marks, clawing at his skin with every hard thrust he pumped in you.

his own newly-painted claws slid down to the fat of your ass, greedily kneeding and squeezing everywhere. the sounds echoing of the walls of your bedroom are lewd yet make your mind spin.

"ohhhh, itto! itto, baby, feels so freakin' good! mhphh!" you moan as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, his fat cock bullying that one spot inside you that made you see stars. your hands run to his hair, pleasantly scratching his skull with your messily-painted matching red nails. he groans at this, his hips stuttering as his pumps get sloppier.

"mmhh, fuck!" he mutters as he suddenly loses his composure and messily comes, fucking you through it with desparate little thrusts. he falls on you in exhaustion, enjoying how you still soothe him with your hands.

"mphhr, love bug.." he melts under your touches, still overly sensitive from his orgasm. you coo praises in his ear as you continue comforting him, his hands soothing your bare skin in return.

archons, he loves those nails.

-> neuvillette

"am i... doing this correctly?" he asks unsurely, gently gathering your hair in his palms and twisting it around.

"heh, no, love. you need to separate three strands and than braid" you say gently, sitting with your legs crossed just a little in front of him. neuvillette hesitates for a moment, still just gently petting your head.

"could you show me again, mon amour?"

you knew damn well that was just an excuse for you to play with his long, silver hair as you braid it. you still did it, of course, never the one to deny your boyfriend pets and cuddles. you knew that playing with his hair has always been one of his favorite past-time activities.

his long hair flowed against your fingertips like a river, strong and yet beautiful. you tangled your hands in it, massaging his skull a little. finally, you separate it in three thick strands and start gently braiding.

"mmm" he hummed, immensily enjoying your touches, "i must admit this hairstyle looks quite nice, mon cherie. you will have to do my hair everyday for court trails"

you chuckle, finishing his braid and tying it with a blue ribbon.

"sure, neuvi, if that's what you'd like"

you turn to face him, sitting in front of him.

"would you like to try now?"

he smiles, placing a feathery kiss on your neck as he removed your hair from it.

"sure"

♡︎

there were multiple reasons why neuvillete loved when you would play with or braid his long hair and when he would play with yours, and one of them was that he could pull on it during your love making.

"mhhhphhr.." you mewl as he's got you on all fours, pounding into you from the back and keeping a tight grip on your hair, which was braided messily by his inexperienced hands.

"mh, fuck, little one, you feel incredible.."

he'd hold onto your hair tight, thrusting hard and slow inside so you'd feel every inch of him. sometimes he'd pull you back by your hair, like a leash, you thought, but only when you move and squirm too much. then, once he pulls on it just enough to get you to arch your back and never too much to hurt you, he'd bottom out inside you and let out a pleasured sigh.

he really loved your hair.

but he also really loved you pulling on his.

when he was in between your plushy thighs, face buried in your folds and pleasuring you endlessly, you'd tangle your fingers in his soft hair and try to pull him closer but push him away in the same time from how good it felt.

"ahh! neuvi! ohhh, neuvi~!"

and when you'd finally finish with an ego-rising scream of his name, allowing him to taste all of your sweetness and squeeze him real tight, that's when neuvillette felt the greatest.

-> thoma

"welcome home, babe!" your boyfriend chirped as you entered your shared home, surprised to see a fully made dinner on the table.

"oh, hey, hon! what's all this?" you ask, setting down your bag and removing your shoes as you walk to him.

"nothing, i just thought to surprise you with a few of your favorite dishes! i finished all of my work early in the kamisato estate, so i thought i could do something nice for you!"

you throw your arms around the blonde's neck, kissing his cheek.

"aww, thoma, sweetie, you didn't have to!" he laughs and rubs his neck humbly as you praise him, big green eyes watching you take in the table filled with many delicious meals - including his famous rice cake soup.

"mmmm... this all looks and smells amazing! i can't wait to try it all!"

he smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"well you know food is my love language!"

it was true - more than anything, thoma liked showing you how much he cared for you through delicious meals he'd prepare for the both of you, when you could just eat and chatter the night away.

♡︎

even though he loved preparing you dinners to eat, he loved having you for desert even more. good lord barbados, you were the single most delicious thing he ever tasted...

"mmmphhh..." he moaned into your needy pussy as he ate you out like a man starved, physically unable to move. thoma was truly a pussydrunk man, addicted to the taste of your slick on his tongue.

you were spread out on your dining table with your legs far apart, with your boyfriend nestled between your slick-covered thighs that were now also covered in love-bites. your slick stuck to his chin as he ate you out, but did he care at all? no. no, he did not.

the taste of your folds in his mouth was far more important.

you couldn't imagine how much pleasure this was giving him - he could've came just by giving you oral, letting his dick make a sloppy mess of his pants even though untouched. impossibly hard and leaking precum like crazy, thoma tried releasing some of that tention by rubbing himself through his pants, whimpers and whines being sent from his mouth straight to your pretty cunt.

he sucked and sucked and kissed like you were his last meal, never wanting this to end and for you two to go to bed. actually, he did want to go to bed - but only because you'd be able to ride his face there.

and when the boiling hot knot inside you finally becomes too much and it snaps, thoma can't hold it in much longer. he greedily laps up all you give him like a dog in heat, overstimulating you as his tongue fucks way after you've already came down from your high. at the feeling of your cum in his mouth thoma comes as well, shooting rope after rope of white in his own pants, a little ashamed of the fact. his hips rut into the air as if he's trying to help himself through it or at least to stop - but he can't, he can't stop coming, not when you taste that good.

-> wriotheslay

"the weather is so nice today..." he hummed as he held your hand, lazily lounging on the checkered blanket.

as the duke of the fortress of meropide, wriotheslay rarely gets to go out and experience the warmth of the sun or the falling of the rain. which is exactly why outdoor dates were always his favorite - doing anything with you, his favorite person, while feeling the fresh air and the gentle breeze was his idea of best-spent time.

"sure is" you laugh, dressed only in your swimsuit as you lounge with your lover on a secret, deserted beach in the beryl region. it was always so private and quiet here, perfect for a couple desperately in need of intimacy...

"wrio, honey..."

"hm?"

"we should really do this more often... i missed having you like this..." you mumble in his skin as you lounge on his bare chest, pressing lazy kisses up his jaw and neck.

wriotheslay snickers, caressing your back with the tips of his fingers.

"i agree, doll. trust me, if i could, i'd never leave here, yeah? just you and me, forever..."

you sigh, reminded again how busy the both of you were. your boyfriend notices, getting up with you in his arms.

"wanna swim now, baby?"

♡︎

but when you return from the water, wet and your bodies pressed tight against each other, wriotheslay can't help but not sit you on his lap on your warmed blanket, sinking himself inside you inch by inch. once he bottoms out he lays back, one hand behind his head and the other holding your hip.

"you know what to do, doll"

you nod eagerly, your palms on his chest for support as you start to sink down on him hard and fast, trying to fuck yourself on his cock.

"there you go... ahh, fuck, baby..." he moans at how you take him and your chest swells in pride.

you whimper and mewl at how good he feels as his hands soothe your sides, comforting you from the slight stretch of his fat cock in your tight pussy.

"can't... wrio... too much..!" you complain with quivering lips, yet he doesn't make any effort to stop, bouncing you on his lap.

"shhh.... i know you can, doll, you've had me inside so many times, and it always fits. try a little harder, baby"

you give it your all to thrust back on his cock but nothing helps until he rolls his hips into yours, finally helping you. soon it all becomes far too much and you cry out, falling on his chest as you tighten and spasm around him while you come. wriotheslay quickly follows, filling you up untill you're shaking from the overstimulation in his arms.

something about outdoor dates, especially outdoor sex, drove him wild.

[marzipanandminutiae]

still no word back on the well-paid stitcher job and I'm losing my mind

please. please let this be the thing that finally breaks the cycle. I can't keep going as I am now and it's hard to see any way out. I need something in my life to change for the better- not that my life is unbearable, but I've been stagnating where I am for so long. I want to have the first full-time job of my goddamn life (at 31, which. you can see why I'm clawing the walls here)

I've had. one. ONE. interview for a full-time position in 8 years of looking. and now this. and it's been a week with no response. and I'm scared this is going to end up being nothing, too

what's wrong with me? why does no-one want me for anything? why will no-one even give me a chance?

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

quotes from alex turner's favourite authors that make me want to put my face through a wall:

"although i have never been an actor in the strict sense of the word, i have nevertheless, in real life, always carried about with me a small folding theatre" - vladimir nabokov, despair

"there is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts," - albert camus

"there is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself" - raymond chandler

"at eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air" - vladimir nabokov

"no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge" - joseph conrad

"everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it" - david foster wallace

"we're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. how else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?" - david foster wallace

"i turn over a new leaf every day, but the blots show through" - keith waterhouse

"the truth will set you free. but not until it's finished with you" - david foster wallace

"curiosity is insubordination in its purest form" - vladimir nabokov

"i'm me and nobody else; and whatever people think i am or say i am, that's what i'm not, because they don't know a bloody thing about me" - alan sillitoe

"we live as we dream; alone” - joseph conrad

"i liked, as i like still, to make words look self-conscious and foolish, to bind them by mock marriage of a pun, to turn them inside out, to come upon them unwares" - vladimir nabokov, despair

"whatever you get paid attention to for is never what you think is most important about yourself" - david foster wallace

"i continued to stir my tea long after it had done all it could with the milk” - vladimir nabokov, despair

"i remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind" - edgar allan poe

"all the information i have about myself is from forged documents" - vladimir nabokov, despair

"how odd i can have all this inside me and to you its just words" - david foster wallace

"you will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. you will never live if you're looking for the meaning of life" - albert camus

[stationintern]

Hello all! And a great big welcome to the month of September. Lots of excitement on the horizon: school starting, holidays, etc. But, before we focus on the month ahead, let's look back at August, and the many amazing fics that helped me through it.

Let's get into 'em!

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic E, 61k

I could reread this fic weekly and probably never get sick of it. It has one of my favorite characterizations of Harry, a hot priest, and an intriguing, and layered, political side plot that'll make you think. Will rec forever. Tacky, my beloved, thank you for sharing this with us.

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally E, 42k for @hd-wireless 2023

I have been waiting (foot tapping, shifting in my seat) to rec this fic. I have so much love for the state of California, and this fic really captured its beauty and let you bask in it as the reader. Love Harry trying to cope with what's happened to him, love Draco on a motorcycle. Love everything about this.

Down A Hill At High Speed by @tepre E, 3.9k

I'm gonna let the notes I took directly after reading speak for themselves: Losing my mind, actually. Angry Draco. The whole thing oozes tension. It's like one of those rollercoasters that goes straight up and then drops you. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

IDK My BFF Hermione? by @letteredlettered E, 19k

This fic cracked. me. up. I love a format that gets flipped on its head, and this fic delivered. So much character packed into 19k words. Did I mention it's filthy?

Haute Allure by zeitgeistic E, 12k

Harry Potter as a fashion designer is definitely not something I thought I needed in my little life. Unbeknownst to me, it may have been the one thing I was lacking. This fic is sexy from beginning to end, and the characters are inlaid with little quirks that are just so adorable. I had so much fun reading this. Steeped in desire and Draco's tantalizing ankles.

Cut From the Sky by @mallstars E, 150k

Not your traditional timeloop fic. May have changed me a little bit. I'm gonna, once again, let my bookmark speak for itself: clawing at the walls screeching exploding things with my mind.

See ya'll next month!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Stop it, that fic was everything! My favourite one so far! I'm the one who did the back and forth with you over that scenario so this is gonna be a long ramble 😂

'Go and sleep with your kid' ARE YOU KIDDING ME 💔😭😭 broke my heart just picturing Leah and Jordan in bed clinging to Bug who's none the wiser, that night is definitely filled with the two of them constantly reassuring each other that Bug is safe

Why did Bug crying for her blankie make me tear up?! Baby girl had no clue just how terrifying that situation was 💔

Leah losing it and getting physical was heartbreaking but satisfying because whoever that was deserved it and she's protecting her baby but you know just how much fear is driving her in that moment

Jordan being aware but not completely aware, just constantly saying 'you're okay, mummy's here' is so gut wrenching 😭

Them both going into the instinctive mama bear modes, Jordan with comfort and Leah with confront and protect! Both different styles that kinda reflect their parenting styles (Jordan giving hugs no matter what and Leah being a bit more firm and to the point)

Millie being the one to try and pull Leah away (LOVE the implication of try in the fic, nothing can stop an angry and scared mama when it comes to protecting their baby) and the fact that not even the reminder of potentially being banned is moving Leah, nothing gets through to her until Jordan speaks 😭

Leah holding Bug AND Jordan close is such a perfect touch, sounds like Leah is trying to keep her whole family in her arms 💔 wanting to protect both of them because someone has just done something she hadn't even thought about potentially happening

Heartbreaking how this happened (I'm assuming) at Meadow Park, the home of the Arsenal women. The place where Leah and Jordan met, where they went from friends to girlfriends. Where they've been raising their baby girl but also where the scariest thing has happened. Such a bittersweet taste left in my mouth at the thought

Love how quickly everyone sprung into action, Jordan clocking it straight away and darting over, Leah barely having time to realise what's happening before she's following Jordan and everyone at Arsenal AND Chelsea darting over

The check up on Bug, logically they know the time between Bug being picked up and Jordan getting there would have had slim chances of anything happening to her but the reassurance was what they needed to finally feel like they can retract their claws in a sense

I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Bug slept in Jordan's arms after, I feel like in that moment Jordan needed to hold and know that Bug was okay but Leah needed to know that both of her girls were okay hence her holding them both earlier and watching over them later

Leah's little watery eyes and trembling voice once it finally sinks in what's happened, love that it was Kim's pep talk that let her put her guard down a bit to fully feel what's just happened

Once again, I love Kim's little reminder at the end to them that Bug is safe and for them to just forget about any football training, diets or balanced meals for their careers and anything outside of the four walls of their house. Just to hold their little one and soak in the moment of their little family being safe and together 😭❤️

Truly loved what you did with our ideas and am so glad I rambled with you that day because its given me this fic 😭😭 thank you so much!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed everything!

Bug has no idea what's just happened to her while Jordan and Leah have been stressed since it happened. She has no idea why she's being let into their bed or why they're holding her so much but she doesn't mind at all

Jordan absolutely couldn't make sense of what had just happened, not truly so she clung to the only thing she could, which was Bug and tried to settle her own feelings as she settled Bug.

It absolutely happened at Meadow Park as well which is meant to be a safe space for Bug but ended up not being is the most bittersweet part of it all because Bug has no reason to fear anything there which is part of the reason she just went up to the fans.

Bug has no reason to fear anyone and Leah and Jordan didn't think she had to fear anyone too.

[misty-doodles]

Wrote a small Punznoblade drabble for the lovely @bubble-popping , who is holding this ship on her shoulders. Except I'm only good at angst so apologies in advance. (Also I am stealing ur formatting cause it's pretty)

"Don't do this," Punz loosely held onto the edge of Techno's blood red cloak, eyes shining with worry in a way that made his skin crawl. Punz didn't do anything vulnerable. It was a death sentence in his line of work to show even the slightest hint that he cared about another. But he cared. He cared so fucking much.

Now here he stood, the dying embers of a once roaring fire illuminating his back as he stared up at the man to have broken down his walls. Techno stood before the door, right hand still hovering above the gold colored handle, expression hidden beneath the boar skull he wore. 

"Please, I changed my mind, I don't–" words tangled themselves in his mouth as terror wrapped around his throat and squeezed. They knew, shamefully, what the burn in their eyes meant, but there was little they could do to stop it.

"I have to," Techno quietly responded, and his hand came to cover Punz's, not removing his death grip on the fabric. "I can't just leave the Teletubby hanging,"

"It's a trap," Punz insisted, because it had to be. Dream, even in his most vulnerable, most hurt, wouldn't risk everything like this. Such a letter was so far below what they knew their Dream to be capable of.

"I know that, I knew the second Quackity of all people delivered it," 

"So why–"

"Because no matter what, I will not leave an alley in danger when I can potentially fix it. Dream has never done me wrong, and I will not do him wrong now," there was a certain bitterness beneath it all, a stab at the perceived betrayal on Punz's behalf that very nearly sent him over the edge. He didn't know –couldn't know– the depths of how deeply he cared for Dream. But he cared about the other, enough to walk head first into a trap. 

"Just–" shame and horror painted their face when their breath hitched, hot tears welling in their eyes that quickly tried to hide. He would give anything in the world to have Dream again, to be held in his strong arms and feel, even for a moment, that he was safe. Anything except for the man before them, the one who found a place in their heart. 

A hand found his cheek, and although the claws could easily rip through flesh, they cradled him like he was something special. Something worthy of love and care. The mask had been pushed aside, and Techno pressed their foreheads together, striking red eyes staring deep into their own.

"Come back, I can't lose you," he whispered like it was some safely held secret. They wouldn't know what to do with themselves if they lost yet another person to that damned prison. Tears dripped down their face as they leaned into Techno's touch. 

"Of course, nerd, no need to worry so much. I ain't worried about that warden," Techno grinned, but it held a softer note. He nuzzled him with his nose, a piglin sign of affection that had the hybrid melting in his arms, never wanting to let him go. Yet, in the end, he knew the other was right. He couldn't continue to wait for Dream to find a way out when the days turned into months. 

"I'll be back before you know it, darlin'"

Punz wished they could believe that.

[the-crow-binary]

Shared a dialogue with @beevean on Discord. Turned it into a proper OS for her. 😔

Enjoy this little, platonic Hectorcard thingy ❤️

Hector let the cool wind of the evening enter his lungs, and calm the beating of his heart. The cold stone he was leaning on felt soothing under his arms. How little the world used to look before, from the Castle's bridge. So high from the ground he could barely see it. Dracula's Castle was a monstruous beast that he thought he had tamed. And yet, after so many years, he found himself feeling like a child again. So little and weak between it's claws.

The world didn't feel small anymore. On the contrary... it was looking way too big for him.

"So..." a calm voice raised from behind him, "The day has finally arrived, huh...?"

Hector watched the sun set in the horizon, as someone took place beside him.

"Adrian..."

"Please, call me Alucard."

A low chuckle escaped the Forgemaster's throat as he propped his head on one hand, looking at the newcomer. His hair floated in the wind like it was part of it, the last rays of the sun shining on those golden locks... he looked most alive in the last hour of the day.

"First you reject the title 'young master', now the name 'Adrian'..."

The dhampir didn't move. As if he was afraid of looking at him, he kept his eyes locked on the horizon. For a few seconds, the wind gently hitting their ears was all they could hear.

"...what brings you here, Alucard?" Hector finally asked as he turned back to the sun.

"I heard you were leaving to confront the Belmont."

"Correct. Your father, if you still consider him as such, has ordered me to kill him," The vampire lord's voice still resonated like thunder in his mind, "Is there a problem?"

"No..." He could not hide the slight hesitation from Hector, "I'm just... feeling conflicted..."

"Why?" The air hung heavier between them, now, "Is it concern for my safety? Are you afraid I might lose?"

The dhampir sighed and shook his head, "In order to lose, you'd have to fight him to begin with."

So, he has been caught. Thinking of it, of course Alucard would be the one to see right through him. Lord Dracula was too obsessed with his revenge, and Isaac too obsessed with Lord Dracula, to even care about what could be going on in his head. Not that he didn't make it clear in more than one occasion... he would have waste less of his saliva talking to the walls.

"I knew you'd leave, one day." Hector listened carefully, finding unusual for the dhampir to break the silence. That was his job, usually. "I hoped for it. You deserve better than this life... But.... now that the time has come... I feel... Confused. It's not that I'm unhappy... It's..."

The Devil Forgemaster couldn't help a smile from cracking his lips. The Prince was known for being difficult to read, with the ease he had to stay calm and seemingly emotionless in most circumstances. But there was no hiding the way his shoulders tensed up to him. Nor the discreet tapping of his fingers on his thigh. Even his eyes, he so desperately tried to keep control of, betrayed his thoughts. Hector wondered how he ever managed to miss all those signs.

"It's..." the dhampir repeated, furrowing his brows.

With just one step, Hector's shoulder touched his friend's. "I'll miss you too, Alucard."

The wind was not strong enough to rid either of them of the weight they carried. Still, Alucard's shoulders lowered as he let out a small sigh.

"You know... I kinda wish you'd come with me..."

"I can't."

"I know. Because you're not as cowardly as I am."

For so long, he had praised himself for being above many. Above the ones who made him suffer, and those who'd run away at the sight of his shadow. Fear itself avoided him for years, but the moment Lord Dracula's true nature started to show...

"I don't think you are..." said Alucard, slowly turning to him.

Hector's breath was shaking as he took in more of the cold wind. The sun was almost completely gone, now, promising a much more cruel night... he closed his eyes, as if the courage he needed could be found in the darkness.

It was the case, once... he drew strength from what he considered his home... but now, all he wished, was to escape from it.

"Well..." he opened his eyes again, and turned to his friend, patiently waiting for him. His arms moved on their own, inviting him closer. "One last embrace before I go?"

For how rarely it showed itself, Hector welcomed the dhampir's smile like a precious gift.

"Of course."

Body pressed against body, as arms wrapped around each. Whether his death was near or not, Hector was going to treasure this memory for how long as fate would allow him. The safety he once found in Dracula's arms, had now moved to his son's owns.

His heart sinked, knowing he'll have to go on without either.

"Be safe, Hector..." the dhampir's voice murmured, "Live, and be happy."

"I'll do my best..." Hector responded in kind, "Good luck to you, Alucard. You... you were the closest thing to a brother I ever had..."

Alucard's hold around him tightened. "...You were... the only brother I ever had."

The cold was not what caused Hector to tremble.

[malsfefanfics]

Linhardt/Petra for the writing prompt? 👉👈

Apologies in advance I seem to be on an angst roll today.

The moon loomed high in the vast expanse above. Stars glittering softly, as if beating to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Linhardt remained under the covers of the tree's branches, holding his knees up to his chest as he tried to steady his breathing.

Tomorrow would be the final battle.

Tomorrow, it would all be over.

Tomorrow, it...

Will we even live to see beyond it?

He could already see the blood. The fire. The broken bones. Hear the screams and the clash of metal and the explosions of spell upon spell hitting stone walls and fleshy insides of armor. The smell of smoke and ash. The smell of blood.

So much blood. So much. Too much. Too many screams. Too much-

A rustle of leaves and branches from the nearby bushes caused him to look up briefly, hand flying to the knife in his boot (one he often slept with far too often, he realized), only to relax once he saw familiar braids shining in the moonlight.

"There you are, Linhardt," Petra sighed in relief. "Everyone is being- , is, worried about you. You so suddenly left the mess hall, as though a rabbit in the flaming forest. I was having to assure Caspar not to go after you."

Linhardt chuckled, hollow, turning to look back at his knees. "I just needed some space. I'll be back before morning, I promise."

Petra didn't believe him. He knew the moment she sat beside him, arm wrapped around him and pulling him close. "You are not being very honest, Linhardt. Lying to me is not being one of your many talents."

"I'm not lying, per say. Just....not sure if I want to go back tonight." He scoffed. "I...I can't sleep. Me, of all people. But I can't stop thinking about tomorrow's battle."

"It is rather terrifying," she conceded. "Are are going against Rhea once and for all. It is not going to be easy."

"No, it isn't. And I just...I don't want to go." He leaned against her, head on her shoulder as his breathing made his shoulders shake. “I’m tired, Petra. I'm tired and I’m scared. I don't....I don't think I could take it if we lose anyone tomorrow. If...”

If I lost you tomorrow.

Petra moved in closer, pressing her forehead to his as she pulled him up and onto her lap in a warm embrace. While it didn't erase the clawing unease in his gut, it did help ease it somewhat. Just being near her lately seemed to ease the shadow of war that gripped at his heart.

"Linhardt," she began calmly. "Once the war is over, I will be returning to Brigid. We will be declaring our independence. And soon, I will not be being able to see everyone as often as I would like, as it is my duty to ensure my country's prosperity."

"I understand that. You have a lot to look forward to after the war."

"You will be coming with me."

Slowly, Linhardt looked up at her, their eyes meeting and a spark shooting through every nerve in his body. "Pardon?"

She smiled. "You are to be coming to Brigid. My strength, your wisdom. Remember? Or will I be needing to give you a ring of promise before you are accepting?"

Ring of promise? Accepting?

"Are...you asking me to marry you?"

"Less asking, and more proposing. When we are surviving the battle, you will be coming to home with me. Even if I am to be tying you up and dragging you there."

When they survived. Not if. When.

Linhardt couldn't help but laugh.

"I would rather you gently carry me," he chuckled. "But if that is what you wish, then I suppose I have no choice but to agree."

The two stayed under the moon for a while longer. Long enough that by the time Petra returned to camp, carrying a sleeping mage in her arms, the screams and blood had faded from Linhardt's mind for the night.

And when they survived, he hoped it would eventually be replaced with the sounds and smells of the sea.

[fencecollapsed]

I can't handle this tragedy shit man I'm clawing at the walls I'm losing my mind

what if we were best friends and I was turning into a slasher and you were the only one who knew. and neither of us know how to stop it but we have to try, we have to try to fight the narrative because we're the only ones who know we're in it. and I'm the bad guy. I don't wanna be but I am. but you still love me and you still wanna save me. and I love you and I'm glad you're here with me and I want you to leave so you'll be safe. I'll never deserve what you did for me, I can't even say I love you back when you'll hear. but I hope you know I hope you know I hope you know

haha just kidding UNLESS-

[sharksscripting]

Lucien Vanserra x Tamlin

Edging — KTober

Word Count: 2k

Includes: Edging, Anal, Anal Fingering, Riding, Mating Bond, Edgeplay.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51015310

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391144248-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨��𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧

Tamlin's depression has only gotten worse, Lucien has been checking in when he could—struggling with the arguments that occur when he is there—they're relationship has been messed up since Feyre's... event. But, that didn't stop either of them from missing eachother.

Today, Lucien was returning from the Band of Exiles. He soon reaches the Spring Court's palace doors. The place scratched up from Tamlin's rage, it made Lucien sad. He pushes open the door, not surprised to see Tamlin's office door open, waiting.

Lucien makes his way to the office, he walks in and see the place in a worse mess than before. "Tam?" He calls out, the blond soon rounds the corner. His eyes green eyes dead and sorrowful.

"Lucien." He replies blankly. "You're back." Tamlin doesn't dare to refer to it as Lucien's home anymore, he didn't have one.

The redhead nods. "Yes... I m- wanted to see you."

Tamlin simply nods before walking back in his office, Lucien follows. The inside of his office was probably the only clean room, well, as clean as this place could be. The walls were still ripped and shredded from his claws, the floor piled with books and paperwork, his desk the same.

"Tamlin..." Lucien steps closer as Tamlin sits down, this draws Tamlin's attention, Lucien never uses his full name.

"What?" The blond snaps.

Lucien sighs. "Let's talk, Tam."

"Then speak, Lucien!" He glares, green eyes narrowing.

Lucien pulls up a chair and sits beside the High Lord. "I understand that you're mad..."

"No! You don't understand, Lucien! I lost my bride, she has a child with... with fucking Rhysand! I have lost my court! People I care about!" Tamlin exclaims, his chair flies back as he stands—claws nearly forming.

Lucien doesn't flinch, he's faced the wrath of a High Lord before.

"I lost people I care about too, Tam."

"You didn't lose Feyre."

Lucien halts, he didn't really, he still had the ability to talk to her, care for her, see her. She didn't ever want to see Tamlin, let alone be in his presence.

"It was her choice, Tam... I can see why that is hard for you but it will be okay... let's try to rebuild your court, yes?"

Tamlin sighs, he picks up his chair before sitting back down. "All of my people have left, the ones who remain are packing up now. There is no saving this place."

"There can be." Lucien insists. "At least try?"

"I have tried!" Tamlin snaps again, his short temper getting the better of his mind. "And every time I try I end up hurting people I care- cared for!"

"I know you cared for Fey-"

"Not her." Tamlin interrupts, his tone still sharp. Lucien halts.

"What?"

"You." Tamlin grips the sides of his chair. "I hurt you, Lu."

Lucien chuckles, nervous. "What? No... I'm fine."

Tamlin's face deadpans. He stands from the chair before grabbing Lucien's hand and tugging him up. "Yes I have."

Lucien tightens his grip against Tamlin's hand. "I am fine." He repeats.

"Please..." Tamlin's voice cracks. "Don't lie to me."

Lucien's eye almost forms tears hearing that tone. "I... I was hurt when Feyre left, I was hurt by her note, I was hurting seeing your reaction to her... I wasn't hurt by you."

"Yes you were! I saw you flinch every time I would break something, I brought up old memories! Even if I didn't psychically harm you I did mentally." A few tears fall from the High Lord's face.

Lucien quickly embraces Tamlin in a tight hug. "Shut up, please, Tam."

Tamlin tenses before wrapping his arms around Lucien's slightly smaller frame. He holds the other close to his chest, resting his cheek against the red-orange locks.

"I'm sorry." Tamlin whispers.

"It's alright, Tam... I-"

Lucien gets cut off as he feels a feeling deep inside of him, a click. He's felt this before... with Elain.

"How?" Tamlin blurts out, but his grip of the hug does not falter.

"I-I don't know... I thought Elain was my mate...?" Lucien then thinks. "She is dating Morrigan... it might've cancelled it...?"

"I don't care how anymore." Tamlin buries his nose into Lucien's hair. "You're mine, Lu."

Lucien's cheeks flush a deep red before he looks up at Tamlin, Steel clashing with green. "Then prove it, Tam."

Tamlin's sad expression fades into a lustful one, he hooks his hands under Lucien's rear before winnowing them into his bedroom—to Lucien's surprise the room was tidy, not a single spec of dust in sight. He even sees a made bed.

"It's clean in here." Lucien states.

"Not for long." Tamlin pins Lucien to the bed, his hands fumble with Lucien's clothes, soon ripping them off of him after not being able to undo them.

Lucien is now nude in front of the Spring Court's High Lord, he spots the bulge in Tamlin's pants. He smirks before hooking his legs around the blond, tugging him closer.

"Lu..." He groans, his cock straining in his pants. "I am not going to hold back."

"Then don't, fuck all of your rage out on me, Tam." He smiles reassuringly.

"Fuck..." Tamlin removes his clothes with a snap of his fingers, High Lord abilities.

Lucien's own cock becomes painfully hard at the mere sight. Tamlin's hand cups Lucien's cock, a bead of pre-cum leaks onto the pale hand. Tamlin gives it a few experimental strokes, Lucien whimpers.

"Tam... I need you..." Lucien moans.

"Oh do you, my mate?" He growls, biting Lucien's throat, sucking a deep, dark hickey there.

"Yes! Please..." Lucien whines.

Tamlin smiles and nods. "Allow me..." He tightens his grip slightly on Lucien's cock. "To repay you..." Tamlin kisses his neck. "For everything you've ever done for me, Lu."

"Please!" The smaller moans as Tamlin continues to stroke Lucien's cock.

Tamlin tugs Lucien to the edge of the bed, his legs now on Tamlin's shoulder as he kneels before him. The High kisses Lucien's inner thigh before biting and leaving a love bite.

"T-Tam..."

"Shh, Lucien. Let me take care of you." Tamlin continues to stroke his mate before taking him into his mouth.

"Is... is this..." Lucien moans as Tamlin moves his tongue over the slit in his tip. "Your first... with a man?"

"No." Tamlin says as he takes his mouth off, causing Lucien to whine. "But it is the first time I've loved the man that I'm with."

"L-Love?" Lucien gasps as Tamlin moans around his cock, sucking harder.

Tamlin nods.

"Is it just because I'm your mate...?" Lucien moans.

Tamlin takes his lips off of Lucien's cock again. "No. I... I loved you before Feyre."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You were hurting from leaving the Autumn Court still, and we had so much going on, and then we went to the party Under the Mountain..." Tamlin pauses. "When Amarantha first happened... and- then I gave up. And then Feyre appeared and... I saw it as a chance to forget you." Tamlin wraps his hand around Lucien's cock again. "But I don't want to forget. I want to amend, and love you, Lucien. Will... Will you accept our bond?"

“Yes! Yes! Now fuck me, Tam.” Lucien shouts.

Tamlin’s own cock begins to leak pre, he instantly ruts his clothed cock against Lucien’s bare rear. Both males feel the bond snap together.

“Tam… now.” Lucien’s demand comes out more of a plea than anything.

Tamlin, finally, brings his fingers to Lucien’s lips, the redhead quickly takes in his fingers into his mouth, lubing them up with his saliva. Tamlin then brings his hands to Lucien’s rear, teasing his hole.

“Is it your first time with a man, Lu?”

“No, I had sex with this one-“

Tamlin slams his fingers into Lucien, now knuckles deep. “Don’t you dare speak another man’s name while I’m the one fucking you, Lucien.”

Lucien moans at the insertion.

“Tell me how he fucked you so I can do it better.” Tamlin begins to finger the autumn fae, stretching him open for his throbbing cock.

“He…” Tamlin inserts his ring finger, thrusting them in and out. “Only did missionary… and spooning.”

“Oh? And what do you want to do now?” Tamlin continues to pound his fingers into Lucien.

“I… I want to ride you, Tam.” Lucien’s cheek flush more, now a burgundy color.

Tamlin looks shocked for a slim second before standing, he grabs Lucien’s hips then flips them. Tamlin is now on his back while Lucien is on his hips, not yet on his cock.

“Then ride me, mate.”

Lucien slowly lifts his hips before aligning Tamlin’s cock with his hole, he slides down, moaning at the large feeling.

“Fuck, Tam…” Lucien places his hands on Tamlin’s chest to stable himself, Tamlin’s own hands find Lucien’s hips.

“You’re sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Y-Yes!” Lucien shouts as he sinks down fully, bottoming out on Tamlin’s cock.

Tamlin’s grip tightens. “Can I move?”

Lucien nods, Tamlin begins to rock his hips back and forth, causing the autumn fae to scream. “Tam.. Tam!” Lucien says his name like a prayer. “Feels so big…” The scarred man moans.

“You’re clenching me so tightly, you feel so good, Lu.” He moves his hips more, slamming against his prostate.

“There! Tam, There!” Lucien moans, his nails scratching against Tamlin’s pecks.

“Oh? You want it there?”

“Yes! Please, Tam!”

Lucien feels his release building deep in his stomach, his cock aching as he bounces on the High Lord’s cock.

Lucien is on the edge of cumming when Tamlin holds him tighter against his cock, restraining Lucien from moving.

“Huh?”

“Who said you could cum, Lu? I want to take my time with you.” Tamlin smirks.

“No! Tam! Please… please!”

“Please what?”

“Tamlin! Please let me cum!” The autumn fae pleas.

Tamlin smirks then begins to move again, the High Lord makes sure not to hit the smaller’s prostate, one of Tamlin’s hand slide onto Lucien and begins to stroke him again.

“Tam! Tam! Please let me cum!” Lucien begs.

“No.”

Lucien looks desperate, his usual tame hair now wild and tangled, spread out and sweaty. “Tamlin! Please!”

The High Lord finally nods, he adjusts his cock so it hits his sweet spot again, his hand clenches around Lucien’s cock, his other on his balls.

“Cum, Lu.”

In under a second the redhead cums with a loud, “Tamlin!” He moans. His release covers Tamlin’s stomach, the sight makes Tamlin shoot his own load deep into Lucien.

Lucien falls limp, he adjusts his hips—slightly wincing—so Tamlin’s cock slides out. He then falls onto the High Lord’s chest, panting.

Tamlin moves his hand to the tan skin, caressing Lucien’s back, rubbing soothing circles into it. “You were so well, Lu.” He kisses the redheads forehead. “And now you have my scent… everyone will know who’s mate you are.” He smirks.

Lucien hums, kissing Tamlin’s jaw. “Tam…?”

“Yes?” He states, all of the previous anger and sadness has faded into pure contentment, happiness even.

“I love you… and this court, allow me to help you rebuild it?” Lucien looks up at his mate, eyes practically begging for him to say yes.

“As do I…” Tamlin kisses his forehead. “But there is no more rule here, we would be rebuilding for nothing.”

“Don’t.” Lucien slowly sits up, the cum filling his ass leaking onto the bed and dripping down the back of his thighs. “You still said there were people here, if we start with the palace they will see that you are trying! It will take time… but it can happen, Tam.” Lucien smiles, hopefully.

“Yes… we will try, I will try, for you, for us.” Tamlin smiles back, he cups Lucien’s cheek and kisses him softly. “I… I was thinking.”

“Hm?”

“Well, two thoughts.” Tamlin adds.

“Tell me, Tam.” Lucien kisses his cheek in return.

“I want to apologize to Feyre… and Rhysand.” Lucien’s eye widens in shock before he nods. “And, would Jurian and Vassa ever be interested in living here…?”

“With us?”

Tamlin nods.

“I think they would, let’s start on that letter?” Lucien smiles again.

“Let’s.”

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

More Infinite Wealth main plot! I reached uhhhhh. Amon.

I KNOW I'M BEING VERY SLOW BUT WLJFKWJSKWNW I'm having so much fun just vibing and screwing around. Making money and getting gear. SORRY, NOT SORRY.

JFJQJSJQNQN THIS MADE ME WANNA CRY. The way these two exchanged an infinite amount of words with just their eyes was... ughhhhhh. I. I'm speechless.

I ADORE this scene. The way everyone was cheering Kiryu on and him being able to just... sing with friends around again. He's been so sad and lonely and now he has all these people around him who want nothing more than for him to live... ELJEQKJEJDNDWKDBBD 😭😭😭

I know Kiryu said not to take what this guy says seriously, but... I agree with Saeko. I wanna jump this guy. I need him in pain. Saeko hmu, we'll destroy him in secret.

The fact that Kiryu's very complicated and messy relationship to the Tojo is still going this strong despite the clan being long gone is just... I love it. He's so complex.

I take back whatever I said about Kiryu "mellowing out" with age. He was SO assertive and headstrong here, it made me lose my mind fr.

I love cool mentor Kiryu, but seeing the more hot-headed and intimidating side of him here and there feels incredible.

I am going to be SICK. I feel so devastated for Kiryu. I can never go anywhere near 0 and Kiwami again without crying uncontrollably. Nishiki, Kazama and Yumi's deaths left such a massive, gaping wound in his soul that he's still in so much pain - even after DECADES.

I'm clawing at my walls.

DATE BABYGIRL OH MY GOD. THANK YOU. Thank you so, so much for showing up. Kiryu needs this so much right now. Holy shit.

He was bringing them flowers??? I ADORE HIM 😭😭

Had to stare at my wall for like 10 minutes after this.

Yeah, it was fairly obvious that Kiryu lost all will to live at the end of Kiwami, but having him say this out loud just. It hits. God bless Date and Haruka for being there.

People might talk shit about Date, but he's been such a pillar for Kiryu all these years. We do NOT tolerate Date slander here.

KIRYU IS SO POWERFUL HE CAN'T BE HELD BACK BY THE TURN-BASED SYSTEM. This is so cool. Thank you, RGG Studios ❤️

Also I had never fought Amon before myself so when he appeared I was just like????? Sir??? do I know you??? until they revealed his name 💀

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

ok so Narcos update

I just finished S2 E4 like 5 minutes ago AND I AM IN SHAMBLES

I am in so much pain rn this stupid TV show has me feeling tight and clawing at my walls and two seconds from LOSING MY MIND

If you haven't watched Narcos yet like me, spoilers under the cut.

OK FIRST OF ALL

At the beginning when Steve was trying to catch that guy (I believe it was the Prisco brother) AND THEN HE LOST AND GOT SURROUNDED AND PEÑA JUST WENT "ALRIGHT GET IN THE CAR" i was like "damn Steve really had him so close but ok"

The shit with Maritza and Limón like :(((((

I knew I could trust Limón because he was good to her from the beginning but just omg the way she kept resisting and then she fed the info to the DEA and THEN...

CARRILLO. GUYS. CARRILLO. I LOVE (STILL DO) HIS CHARACTER, HOW EVERYONE FEARS HIM, HOW HE GETS TO LAUGH AROUND JAVI AND STEVE BUT HE'S STILL THE MOST BADASS GUY FR FR AND NO ONE QUESTIONS HIS AUTHORITY (except when he got exiled sure)

AND THE REPEATED LINES ABOUT BULLETS AND PABLO SHOWED NO FUCKING REMORSE (which is valid on his part) BUT IT STILL MAKES ME SAD

That scene was executed perfectly tho and that's what made it worse

OK OK OK AND THEN (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I'M NOT DONE)

The different reactions between Javi and Steve

Bc my boi Steve has been pent up about a LOT OF SHIT. Bro... That helicopter push event with Gato killed his soul... and then calling Connie but not having her around (or Olivia for that matter) and then the chase with the Prisco brother and THEN THE CHERRY ON TOP IS CARRILLO'S DEATH.

And it made me so so so sad that Steve Murphy boi just went and repressed everything AND DRANK HIS DAYS AWAY and finally cried it out to his wife (which confuses me too??? Why did she leave at the start of the season, only to come back so soon? She could've just- Stayed??? Huh?)

AND THEN JAVIER PEÑA

The guy who casually went and got the info outta Maritza, went out of base when they weren't supposed to, and spread the information that Pablo Escobar was getting targeted, thanks to Limón. AND THE SURVIVOR'S GUILT.

THE SURVIVOR'S GUILT AND THE BLAME THAT HE LIVED WHILE CARRILLO DIED. THAT HE SURGED THAT MAN TO HIS DEATH. And everyone telling him that it's not his fault just makes it so much worse and SOBS...

[echoesofwisdomcountup]

I am going feral for ToTK and you'er the only person who gets it. I've organized my life around this. I literally picked my uni courses so that I'd get finals done before may 12th. I bought a pro controller for this. losing my mind. two weeks. going feral. i need to study for finals and get them done but gawddam. im mhiohpn

Once again, still a day left to go (for some of us.) Anon, I understand you perfectly. When I chose my classes I made sure that I would have Fridays off so that I could play Totk on release day. I also bought a capture card so that I can stream the game for my friends. I'm currently attempting not to claw at the walls because I've already seen pictures of other people holding the game cartridge and ugggghhhhhhhh. I hope all your finals went well and that you are free to enjoy launch day.

[welcometotheinvertedworld]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟

𝟫:𝟦𝟧𝒜𝓂

After Shinji had left, I stood within the garden that was in front of our home. Taking a seat on a nearby rock, I pulled out my Zanpakuto to place on my lap. I listened to the sound of the sheath grind against the blade, and I stared at the shine that glistened off the metal. A flicker of light hit the cornea of my eyes, blinding me for just one second as I was positioning it. The weird floating colors scattered my vision as I tried to blink them away and regain focus onto my sword, and then I closed my eyes, focusing, clearing, and trying to understand the steel I held within my grasp.

𝟧:𝟥𝟦𝓅𝓂 It felt as if hours had gone by, I wasn't sure how long but long enough to drive me crazy. All I saw was darkness, but as I was just about to give up, I gasped like I had never gasped before, searching for air, as I pulled myself out from the waters. "Where.. am I?" My words echoed, long and far within the cavern that I had awoken from within. I was completely stunned by how beautiful the area around me was. Everything was gleaming with a pastel glow, and the water I was sitting in was a beautiful crystal clear blue. I had never seen such wonders before ever in my life. A small waterfall was flowing from behind me, rippling off of multicolored geodes as the water streamed down into the pond I was finding comfort in. The walls were shimmering pinks and purples hued with blues and greens, speckles of glitter that dusted their surfaces. It was breathtaking…

I shifted my body, readying myself to explore whatever new world I was transported to, but before I could even lift myself out of the water, something felt off. I felt within the pit of my stomach that something was near, watching, and waiting. But then the feeling didn't exist anymore, and I forgot all about… Though it lingered within my mind, something was blocking the threat. Off into the distance, I noticed huge jewels and structures that I couldn't quite make out what they could be. It almost looked like a castle made of crystals. Curiosity took hold of me, and that feeling of uncertainty came back to me, but once again, the thought disappeared. It's like my mind can't break whatever this wrecked train of thoughts were. Either way, I decided to lift myself up and look around. As I rose up from the water, immediately, I was pulled back down. Hands that felt like heavy ice suffocated me, my mouth barred shut from these skeletal like fingers. I was being dragged further and further down into the depths of dark waters that began to scare me as I noticed I was losing air.

"I can't breathe! I can't move…"

My struggle to break free was no use, and this thing wasn't letting off anytime soon. I tried to pry and break free of its grip scratching at its hardened flesh, but the more I resisted, the more tighter this things hands became. I didn't know what this thing was or why I was being held captive, I reached to grab my Zanpakuto as a last resort to escape, but it wasn't there. Panic filled my soul, and the tears that I shed were nowhere to be seen as they were merging into the water, which would soon be a coffin for me.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Let go of me, please. I don't want to die!"

As the air from my lungs was no longer there, my body agitatedly reacted. Convulsing and aggressively swallowing up gallons of water, screaming through the talon like claws of this creature that I needed oxygen. This is it… I'm going to die here, aren't I?"

by now with how far I head sunken down, even if I was freed, I wouldn't have enough time to swim back up. The water that filled my lungs were weights that pushed me down, and the hands that wrapped around my whole head let go. My fate was sealed, knowing that it had won. I closed my eyes, painfully trying to find peace in my final moments…

"I don't want to die, Shin…ji….."

𝒢𝒶𝓈𝓅!!!!!!!

My hands clenched to my chest, patting down every part of me, making sure I was alright. I held my face, trying to shallow my breathing and understand what the hell could have just happened. As I became nervous, I couldn't just sit still in this water, and I stood up. The only thing was that at the last minute, that feeling of something wrong sprung into action. I couldn't remember what had just happened until a hand clung against my Achilles' heel. The other hand burst out of the water, grabbing onto my right leg as the other one was comfortably gripping my left ankle. My eyes widened, and the panic, the flashes of pain, and seeing my death overwhelmed within my mind once again was excruciating. It was all coming back to me now…

"NO!" I bolted, or tried to at least, and the force of my flash step with the hold of this monster caused my body to collapse to the hard cavern floor. "NO LET GO OF ME!" As I lay there, rivers running down my face, screaming blood curdling murder I latched onto anything that could keep me up on the surface. The worst part of this was hearing my own screams bounce back at me, while this thing pulled me towards my inevitable end. I felt something else touch my back as I turned to see another hand crawling up to my shoulders, it's two boney fingers latching onto both sides. My grip wasn't enough to save me now, and in a attempt to not go under once again I clawed at the hard ground, the tips of my fingers started to bleed from the raw ridged stone my hands so desperately wanted to stay in contact with. Then, all of a sudden, I felt them stink from the touch of the water engulfing my whole body. I struggled and screamed. I tried to resist, but the force of this creature was too much for my small frame to overcome. And everything went dark as I took my final breath once again…. 𝒢𝒶𝓈𝓅!!!!!!!

"What… What the hell is going on…" Here I was again, sitting in this beautiful little pod trying to understand what was happening. Every time I got up, tried to move from this spot, this thing, this creature would pull me into the depths of its liar. It was strange too, how I can barely remember what happened as well. How I have a flash of everything, and it starts to linger off like some distant dream, and then once the feeling is gone, I feel enticed to wonder. My body slowly stood up and moved on its own. "No..." I looked down at my feet, nothing yet, just water.

"Why am I scared? What is there to be afraid of?"

As I shifted forward, I froze all at the same time, and I felt a force so strong it knocked me unconscious. I only saw little blurs of fingers wrap around my face as everything faded to black. Water soiled my clothes, and the feeling of numbness hit my body from the pressure of being pulled in. "I…I am gonna die…again…" I didn't resist or fight, I just gave in and let the water carry me down further into this never-ending bottomless pit my soul was now bond to. As I floated down, I gasped for air, and the cycle just never ended, no matter what I did. how much I fought, cried, screamed, or even tried to stay. It was just all the same, and the cycle never changed. This was my life…

"How long have I been here? What day is it? Am I ever going to see Shinji again…"

𝒢𝒶𝓈𝓅!!!!!!!

"Hey, hey… Are you alright (y/n)?" I opened my eyes, and it was dark out. The stars shined brightly along sides the moon, and I could feel the cold stone brush against my hand. My head turned to find the voice that had spoken to me, asking if everything was alright. Slowly, my gaze shifted to see who it was. That voice was so familiar, but I couldn't put a face to it until my eyes met with his. "Sosuke..."

"Um, yes (Y/n). I didn't mean to interrupt you. I was just walking by, and I couldn't help but notice the discomfort on your face." My body reacted all on its own, but I couldn't help but hug him. That never-ending hell was a living nightmare to experience over and over and over again. Sosuke isn't someone I trust or could even say is a friend, but I'd rather deal with him any day than go through whatever that torture was. And I was certainly thankful that he snapped me out of it. "Woah, are you okay? All I did was just -" "Thank you so much, Sosuke! Oh, sorry… What what time is it? What day is it?" "Do you not remember this morning? And it's about to be 10 o'clock. I think I should escort you to go see Captain Unohana. You seem to not be felling well (y/n)." "No, no, no! Oh my gosh, Shinji!"

I jumped off the rock I was sitting on, all while putting my Zanpakuto away at the same time. I started to run off into the forest while yelling at Aizen how thankful I was and that I was okay as I left him behind.

"You're welcome?..."

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝟠