#Just to piss people of more because you know I love being a petty bitch like that! ^__^

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Trying to talk with other Hazbin Hotel Fans:

The normal exchange I expect:

"So pumped for Patrick Page being in the show! 🤩"

"Source?"

"Saw Patrick and Leslie interacting over Hazbin promos on the gram! ;)"

"Oh that's so wonderful and exciting thank you for telling me! :D "

The shit I got:

"So pumped for Patrick Page being in the show! 🤩"

"Source?"

"TAKE THINE INCESSANT INQUIRES TO TUMBLR USER PETITPRINCESS1 OR SEEK ANOTHER YONDER SCRIVENER WITH MORE FORTITUDE TO ACCOMMODATE YOU, WENCH. I MYSELF IN THIS MOMENT AM PREPARING WITHIN THE NEXT FORTNIGHT TO TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS AND THUS SHOULD NOT BE REQUIRED TO CHEW UP MY OWN PRECIOUS GRAPES OF KNOWLEDGE FOR YOU AND YOU AND YOU ALONE TO SPIT THEM BACK INTO YOUR FILTHY, GREEDY, LAZY, DROOLING MOUTH. However, if you're so inclined to being bothersome, all I can tell you of this tidbit is mine getting to bare witness of The Lady Leslie and SIr Patrick sharing in pleasantries of which relate to the promotion of the forthcoming highly anticipated animated entertainment program in question via the popular social media website 'instagram' if that should be enough to suffice your appetite . Be gone from me now, Fornication Enoyer!"

"Hm. Well thank you so much for that Schaffrillas I hope you get hit by another car soon."

[hatsukeii]

hiii congrats on ur 1000 followers 🌟🌟

i will like to have a cup of latte and boba pls, on side note i’m allergy free ✨✨ and so is that guy over there. the tall guy with chocolate brown hair sitting at the corner of the store, he’s name is suna rintarou. do you mind passing the drinks to him? its on me 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hey, good to see you around! your order's up!

feeling like a drink yourself? order one here!

do you like girls? / suna rintarou x reader

ingredient(s): fluff + crack!! pre-timeskip! misunderstanding trope but in a good way, reader is a bassist because it works LOL

disclaimer(s): implied fem! reader but gn pronouns, suggestive but not like extended it's just the punchline

wc: ~1.0k

drink profile: lesbian panic, lesbian misunderstandings, lesbian confusion

"Really, Suna? Of all people, that one?"

"Don't call them that, asshole."

Forgetting that Miya Osamu, at the end of the day, is still Miya Atsumu's twin brother, was the biggest mistake of Suna Rintarou's life. He should have known that the two would share gossip amongst each other, but it had slipped his mind when he absentmindedly confided in Osamu about his recent infatuation. Now, the two of them peek through the square window of the Inarizaki music room, fighting and clawing at each other for a view of the person behind the door. Suna watches, leaned against the wall on the other side of the hallway, glancing away from the twins as students and teachers alike pass by. Suna does not know who the twins are. He is not sure why they are fighting in front of the music room door. That is what he pretends to believe.

"...'Samu, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Osamu grunts, shoving Atsumu to the side and taking his spot. He pokes his head just high enough for his eyes to float above the window frame, but low enough to stay unnoticed. When he catches a glimpse of the person in the room, his head turns toward Suna, agonisingly slow.

"Suna, I think you're in love with a lesbian."

"Fuck you mean I'm in love with a lesbian? I would've known by now if they were, I see them in every other class."

"Oh, we mean they're into GIRLS kind of lesbian. What else do you think we mean dumbass?" Atsumu chimes in, taking another glance through the window. What a sight, Suna's infatuation is a manifestation of exactly what he cannot have. They manspread on their chair, wear clear nail polish on cleanly trimmed nails, silver rings on every finger, and most importantly of all, wink and click their tongue at another girl, who turns away giggling. If only Suna could see this, he would be shattered. Atsumu chooses to keep his silence this time.

Suna Rintarou is a great pretender, at least in front of the Miya twins, who just so happen to be awfully dense. He crosses his arms, and hugs them a little tighter against his chest, hooking one leg over the other as he leans further into the wall. He doesn't mind, of course not. After all, his infatuation could be fleeting, but your queerness is forever, at least you have an actual reason to be disinterested. That is what he wants the twins to think. But for the first time in his life, Suna Rintarou is punching the air for being born with a dick. Talk about fleeting attraction, this is all but that.

"Well, ain't that unfortunate then." That comes out more dejected that Suna intended for it to, and the twins swing around to face him, pity painted across their faces.

"Awwww Suna! Are you upset? Are you sad? It's okay, everyone ends up liking someone gay once in a whi- ow!" Osamu sends a chop into Atsumu's piss blonde hair, and receives a jab in the chest in return. "Cut it out 'Samu! Stop being a bitch!"

Neither of them notice the door swing open until it hits them in the side, and nearly knocks them over. When they regain their balance, they turn to see you halfway out the door, silver-clad fingers gripping at the handle. Suna's eyes dart towards the twins, and it's reminiscent of the time they ruined his new volleyball shoes during a petty catfight. A look of disdain. Contempt, even. Atsumu eyes Osamu, who nods frantically in return. Together, they run away.

"Is everything all good? Oh, hey Suna!" You chirp, watching the twins dash through the hall and up the stairs. "What's up? You need somethi-"

"Do you like women?" Suna blurts out, before slapping a hand on his mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief. His face reddens in disbelief.

"Sorry?"

Clearing his throat, Suna hugs his arms around his waist, wiping his hand discretely on the fabric of his shirt that lies above his waist. There has to be a way out of this, he just isn't sure of what it is yet, or so he wants to think.

"...The twins wanted to know." Good segue! Suna pats himself on the back, until he sees the look on your face. Your eyes are squinted, head tilted ever so slightly and lips frowning in confusion.

"I'm not lesbian, if that's what you're asking. I would be open to any gender though..." You eye Suna up and down, and he isn't sure if it's a good sign, until you grin and shrug your shoulders at him. "...if I weren't already finding someone in particular attractive these days."

Something crashes behind you in the music room, and your head snaps to look back. The girl from before clumsily dismantles a drum set, and drops one of the cymbals on the floor. She's trying to be helpful, and you smile, but you're responsible for pack-up today.

"Oh well, I get why they'd think that though. Bass player, so I gotta keep the nails short." You turn back to see Suna, whose hands are beginning to get clammy on his shirt, and who hopes to god you don't question the blood that rushes to his face. Unfortunately for him, you take notice anyways. Fortunately for him, though, you choose not to push on.

"Ah. Got it." His feet shuffle, and he stands up straight again, finally separating from the wall.

"Cool? Cool. Okay, I'm gonna go and deal with that. I'll catch you later for lunch, Rin?" Suna swallows, nodding quietly. He isn't sure where the nickname came from, but he thinks he'd like to get used to it.

You retreat into the room, but not without shooting a wink and a click of your tongue in his direction, and Suna swears he can die right there. But not before he tracks Osamu and Atsumu Miya down, and forces them to apologise on their knees.

barista's note:

hope you liked it!! i had this idea because i saw a prompt about an osu player but i was like mmm no im not into osu player how about BASS LOLOL but i hope this was enough of both crack and fluff for you, dear customer! on the side i need loser suna because i just know he's a SLEAZE idc

tags: @chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @catsoupki @akaakeis @hiraethwa @wyrcan @laughingfcx @bakery-anon @bailey-reeds @kongkhoi @kuroppiii

ok love u all bye bye i need my rest after english paper 1 and 2

[vashiguro]

give me tough love— toji fushiguro x fem reader

you always seem to bring out the worst in toji.

𓆩⟡𓆪 tags fem!reader meandom!toji toxic relationship established relationship unsafe sex degradation namecalling dacryphilia use of handcuffs breeding size kink size difference

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count 4.7k

𓆩⟡𓆪 author's notes hello yes this has been published on ao3 so do not accuse me of stealing lmao this is my work i just have decided to migrate onto tumblr a bit

toji’s big. he’s always known he was big— big in all senses of the word.

six foot three in high school, now six foot six as an adult, he can never find the right pants in a regular department store that cover his ankles or match his waist; it’s always one or the other. shirts never fit his chest or arms and shoes are an even bigger hassle.

big hands, big feet, a big fucking cock.

he’s never been one of those people that exaggerates his size in an attempt to show off because he’s never had to. when engaging in the teenage boy act of comparing penis sizes, he could proudly boast his own size and whip it out for proof if it came to it (not that he ever did). no because toji is big, and even on the laundry list of things he’s lied about in his life, his cock has never been one of them.

he’s never measured himself— his ego’s big enough as it is— but if he had to put a number to it, he’d say he’s a solid eight inches when erect.

and toji loves how fucking big he is compared to you.

he loves how he can pin you with just one hand, whether it be squeezing your thighs together, pinning your hips down, trapping your wrists above your head. he gets off on watching you squirm and try to push him off, your hands clawing at his arm as you whine about how mean he is.

he’s not denying it, no, he is an asshole. toji loves using his power, his dominance, over you, especially when he’s pistoning into you, dangling your release right over your pretty little head. it’s just out of reach and he finds it absolutely precious to watch you try and form a coherent sentence from the babbles falling from your lips.

but he hasn’t done that to you in a hot minute now.

the two of you have been arguing nonstop for the past week now. neither of you remember how it started because, when that topic is even alluded to, you argue over it too; neither of you can take it. toji claims it’s because you’ve been being a bitch lately and you say it’s because you’re fed up with the way he bullies you.

you go to work, you come home, but you keep your distance from toji, not giving him so much as a glance when he enters whatever room you’re in because both of you know, snarky remarks will be exchanged and bombs will be dropped.

and when you guys argue, there’s absolutely no middle ground. toji’s hard headedness coupled with your stubbornness continues to add fuel to the fire. it’s almost exhausting because neither one of you will admit that you’re wrong and neither of you are willing to negotiate. 

so you’re ignoring him and you have been for the past 24 hours. no arguing, no yelling, nothing. just cold silent treatment. toji thinks it's childish, the way you're sulking about and pouting like a damn child.

you don’t even come to bed tonight which really pisses toji off. he didn’t think you had the nerve to do something like that, to show him up like that, but when the clock strikes midnight and you still aren’t in bed, he realizes how serious you’re taking this shit.

truth be told, this isn’t your guys’ worst argument. more than once you’ve left to stay with a friend or your parents because you just couldn’t handle being in toji’s presence without lashing out, so to him, this is child’s play. he isn’t taking it nearly as seriously as you are. he’s simply playing along to entertain your pettiness because you’re pretty fucking mad at him.

but he’s getting tired of it. you haven’t tried anything bratty with him, haven’t touched him in a week, and he’s itching in his own skin at the feeling of being so sexually frustrated. he can’t even jack off because he doesn’t want to look like a pussy to you. he doesn’t want to see how bad you’re messing with him by actually standing up for yourself.

but when you don’t come to bed, it’s not just because you’re mad at toji; it’s because you’re out. you snuck out and he didn’t even realize it. he doesn’t realize until he actually leaves the bedroom and notices your purse is missing and you aren’t on the couch.

oh, you have fucking done it now.

the closest thing to toji, he doesn’t know what the hell it was, is picked up and chucked against the wall. you had the audacity, the absolute nerve, to ignore him and go wherever the hell you felt like just because you were mad at him? and at this time of night? he’s less worried about the threats that lurk in the night and more concerned about where you are.

nearing one in the morning, the only possible places you can be are the club or the bar.

and either option pisses toji off. he can only imagine what you’re wearing. something revealing, something tight, something showing off all your assets that should be reserved for his eyes only. you’d be all dolled up and he’s not even there to see it. some perv is looking at you, thinking about taking you home for the night, and it makes him livid.

he considers calling you, considers lashing out at you over the phone and berating you for disobeying him like you did, but that would prevent you from coming home and that’s the last thing he wants.

because, right now, he wants nothing more than to put you in your place.

toji leans against the kitchen counter, his head bowed low and his eyes shut. his arms and chest are heavily striated due to how hard he’s gripping the counter, and if it weren’t granite, the countertop probably could've snapped from the pressure. he’s genuinely rocking back and forth, running solely on adrenaline and pure anger.

toji’s never put his hands on you, he’s never even entertained that idea, but right now, he’d do anything to put you in your place.

he can hear your keys jingle on the other side of the door. he never liked how much shit you have hanging from your keychain; all those random plush animals and souvenir-type shit he found unnecessary. he can hear the keys fall, you swear under your breath, and the lock jiggle as you attempt to find the key to the front door.

toji can only hope it’s because it’s dark and not because you’re inebriated. 

he’s moving across the apartment to meet you and you’re not even halfway through the door before toji’s slamming it shut and cornering you against the wall, your eyes only inches away from his bare chest. you let out a gasp of surprise and clutch your purse against your stomach.

toji’s eyes sweep over your body and his intuition was correct. although your mouth doesn’t smell like alcohol, you carry the scent in your hair and on your dress. and that dress was fucking skin tight; you look like you can barely breathe. it’s black and strapless and your tits are practically spilling out of the top. he’s never seen it before and, frankly, he could care less where you got it at this point because he’s only moments away from ripping it off your body.

“where the fuck were ya?” he growls, his tone leaving no room for any funny business from you. “huh? ya really have some fuckin’ nerve, sneakin’ out dressed like that, girl.”

you let out a scoff, but toji hits the door above your head harshly with his hand, immediately removing any ideas of retaliation in your head. to be fair, he was asleep and he’s a heavy sleeper. you didn’t drink for a reason; it’d be difficult to explain why you’re hungover in the morning if you had gotten away with it.

“dressed like what?” 

“like a slut,” he spits. “you’re dressed like a two dollar whore and ya smell like liquor, so where the fuck were ya? and don’t ya dare lie to me right now.”

you grit your teeth at his harsh words. toji’s not nice, especially when he’s angry, but he’s never called you a slut or a whore unless he was fucking you. in an attempt to look away, toji grabs your face with his hand, harshly squeezing your cheeks and pulling you towards him. it’s dark and the rest of the apartment is shrouded in darkness behind him, but you can see his face clearly now and the rage is undeniably there.

“look at me when i’m talking to ya. answer my question.”

you swallow your pride and blink up at him, trying to muster up any last remorse you can from him before he snaps. “i was at a club.”

toji laughs to himself, but there’s nothing funny about that. he’s squeezing your face a little too hard to the point that it’s uncomfortable, but you don’t dare to give him lip right now.

“ya snuck out and went to a club dressed like this?” he reaches behind you and grabs your ass, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. “and what was your goal, huh? did ya get the googly eyes ya wanted? did ya plan on fuckin’ the first guy that looked at ya?”

“sorry” is all you can get out.

“sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time.”

in one swift motion, he lugs you over his shoulder, gripping the underside of your thighs. you drop your bag in the process as you attempt to claw at his back and squirm. you kick your legs, but your dress is hiked up and he uses the opportunity to plant a harsh slap to your ass which makes you yelp.

it stings, but knowing him, this might be the most mild punishment he could’ve given you, so you don’t open your mouth.

“don’t try nothin’ silly with me right now,” he warns, “or i swear to ya, ‘m gonna make ya fuckin’ regret it.”

in an instant, you’re in your bedroom and you’re tossed onto the bed like you weigh nothing. the sheets are disheveled from toji’s restless sleep while your side remains perfectly made, an unpleasant reminder of why you’re in this situation.

“i’ve tried to make amends with ya, baby, i really did—” he leans over and grabs your dress from either side— “but you’ve really done it today.”

you didn’t think he’d be able to do it, but he tears your right off your body. the sound of it ripping is mocking, a fat middle finger in the face from toji since you dared to disrespect him like you did.

you’re vulnerable before him, only your panties blocking his eyes from what he really wants, but that flimsy piece of fabric is not enough to hide everything. he squats down at the foot of the bed and parts your thighs, revealing your inner thighs. it’s humiliating, like you’re being spayed by his eyes alone, and the cool air from the overhead fan doesn’t help.

it’s condescending, those green eyes. “you’re a fuckin’ whore. you’re wet from this? or did some other man get ya worked up, huh?”

he runs a finger over your clothed slit, grazing over your engorged clit, making you whimper. you too have felt the repercussions of this argument; you’ve never been so pent up in your life. you easily could’ve masturbated, but in your true, stubborn nature, you had no intention of giving toji that satisfaction.

“n-no,” you stammer. you attempt to shut your thighs, but his grip on them is iron tight. “not another man.”

“so i got ya wet from beratin’ ya?” he sounds surprised, but the look on his face shows that he’s pleased with himself. “god, you’re fuckin’ pathetic.”

you can feel your throat sting, a precursor to waterworks. you don’t know why it’s upset you, toji’s always mean before sex, but coupled with sexual frustration, it’s enough to make you emotional.

“it’s not,” you mutter. “i can’t help it.”

“ya can’t help it?” toji mocks, his voice low and patronizing. “you were gonna get fucked tonight whether it was on my cock or somebody else’s, weren’t ya?”

that’s not true, but you can’t tell him that. you can’t tell him that maybe you would’ve teased some drunk sleaze and let him touch you, but you wouldn’t let him fuck you. but toji doesn’t think that’s true and the last thing you want to do is tell toji he’s wrong.

a pitiful whimper leaves your lips. you’re not saying anything, so in toji’s mind, he’s right. and you’re in no position to test him.

once more, he’s destroying your clothing. the light pink panties you wear, a personal favorite of his, were the ones he first fucked you in in the back of your car. even back then he was close to ripping them up; he merely pushed them to the side to slip his cock in. but this time he rips them clean in half, tossing the remnants atop the disfigured dress on the floor.

“answer me, whore,” he snaps. he raises his hand and lands a heavy hit on the inside of your thigh, making you wince. “were ya tryin’ to get fucked tonight? were ya really that desperate?”

you frantically shake your head. a tease! you were trying to be a tease if anything! he slaps the inside of your thigh again, this one more harsh than the former. it stings and you can almost feel the imprint of his hand engraved into your thighs from those two hits alone.

“‘m sorry, toji,” you mewl as you watch him rise to his feet.

“and what’d i say? sorry ain’t gonna cut it.”

you watch as his hand disappears into his nightstand and you feel your stomach tighten. the sound of metal on metal doesn’t help, and when he pulls out those handcuffs, you know you fucked up.

and it’s not the fuzzy ones from some sex shop. toji got these when he himself chose to run away from an officer (you're still unsure how he slipped out of them). they’re a little janky because of it, but they hurt. he only ever whips them out when he’s pissed because he knows that they hurt you. they dig into your skin and bruise them, causing your wrists to ache for days after, especially because he tightens them so much.

he grabs both your wrists in one hand and tugs you towards him. “no, toj, please.”

“shuddup.” he seals your fate by locking them tightly around your wrist and tossing the key back into his nightstand. “i’m fed up with your shit.”

the bed creaks as he climbs onto it. settling in his spot, he lies down, his back propped up against the headboard. he grabs the chain that holds your cuffs together and pulls you towards him. you can’t help but wince as the serrated insides dig into your wrist.

“get on,” he tells you. “you’re ridin’ me ‘til i tell ya to stop.”

your cheeks flush and your heart drops. toji knows how much you hate riding him. he’s too big for you and he knows that. you can barely take him in missionary or mating press, and on top, he’s constantly bumping against your cervix and there’s nowhere for you to move but right back down on it.

“toji.”

“quit bitchin’ and get on my cock.”

with no room left for argument, you fumble with the waistband of his sweatpants and push them down his thighs. you swallow hard at the sight of his print against his boxers and you’re careful when exposing him. toji holds it up with his left hand and uses his right to pull you over his thighs.

“i don’t got all day, doll,” he grumbles. “let’s go.”

he holds your bound wrists against his stomach and watches keenly as your slick pussy hovers over his angry tip. slowly but surely, you lower yourself onto him, whining as it stretches you out. usually, he’s already fingered you and you’re somewhat prepared to take him, so you forgot how much it initially hurts.

toji, on the other hand, can’t help but chew on his bottom lip to contain his own pleasure. it feels like heaven, the initial tightness. that feeling compares to nothing; not his hand, not a sex toy, could fucking replace it.

“ah, fuck,” he grumbles. "shit. ya feel like a damn virgin."

it’s so fucking hard for toji to stay mad at you when you look so fucking precious riding his cock. the way your tits bounce, the way you whine and whimper, your pretty face scrunched up from breathing heavy.

you noticed when pulling down his pants that he hadn’t shaved (awesome). each time you move back down on his cock, you’re grazed by the coarse hairs surrounding the base and it makes you wince. toji doesn’t have a preference for whether you’re shaved or not (what kind of man would he be if he was scared away by a little hair?), but shaving is the one thing you usually ask of him.

not that you’re in any position to tell him what to do right now.

he kneads your ass with his hand, his way of encouraging you to grind further down on him. “you’re so good at ridin’ me. my cock was made for ya, wasn’t it, brat?”

“uh-huh,” you huff breathlessly. “it was.”

toji’s tip bumping against your cervix makes your head spin. before him, you couldn’t fathom the idea of getting off on vaginal sex alone. your previous partners were good, but they never had the confidence (or the size) of toji, and you only ever finished when they went down on you.

“such a dirty whore,” he coos. “so good at keepin’ my cock warm.”

he pulls down on your cuffs, breaking your posture slightly. toji grabs the back of your neck and brings your face down to his, pressing his mouth against yours. his tongue demands submission from yours and every noise is swallowed by him. your moans and whimpers serve as fuel to him; they encourage him to make you feel good. and the feel of that jagged scar adorning his lips is something that’ll never get old to you.

toji’s hands move to your inner thighs, gripping the muscles as they flex and relax with each motion. he loves watching you work for him. your legs burn and you’re shiny with sweat, and he can see you’re exhausted.

“toj,” you breathe. “‘m tired.”

toji lets out a low laugh and shakes his head. “ya think i’m gonna let ya get off that easily?”

he was. he was moments away from cumming, but he will only cum if he’s the one in control, when you’re flat on your back and he can see every ounce of him that cascades down your tummy and onto the bed. he loves painting your skin white and watching every bit of it settle on your soft skin.

god, he’s gonna get you pregnant.

“please, toji,” you beg, your eyes shiny with tears. “‘m sorry for being- being a brat. please- need t’stop.”

toji’s mean, he’s not evil. your pleas make him feel infinitesimally guilty and those fat tears welling in your eyes make him sigh and roll his own.

“you’re pathetic, ain't ya?”

in a moment, he’s grabbing you by your hips and flipping you over, pressing you flat against the bed. though teetering on his own pleasure, he pulls out of you, hissing as your walls tighten against him.

toji traps your arms above your head while he pulls your labia apart, his eyes falling on your cute little clit. even in the midst of turmoil, you’re still toji’s needy little girlfriend. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he ignored your needs?

his fingers dip into the warmth of his mouth before he reaches between your legs, applying gentle pressure to your clit. toji nestles his face into your neck as your silence is replaced by quiet whimpers.

he’s breathing near your ear and you can feel the kitten licks on the curve of your neck as his mouth latches onto you. the pressure from your cuffs, the pleasure from him toying with your clit, the pain from the formation of the hickeys, it’s all starting to become a little too much.

“ya really pissed me off today,” toji hums, his teeth grazing your skin. “didn’t think ya had it in ya t’disobey me.”

he presses your clit in between the pads of his fingers, making your body jolt. “to go out like that, dressed like a tramp? i mean, what if my family saw ya? saw my girlfriend wanderin’ the streets, lookin’ like a cheap slut.”

you let out a shaky sob as he pinches your clit again, only to soothe it with gentle circles. “you— you were ignoring me all day, toji. ‘m sorry. you were being so— so mean.”

toji huffs into your neck before pulling away. he looks down, his green eyes laden with indistinguishable emotion. he’s quickly moving down on you, his tongue licking every bead of sweat that cascades down your glistening body. your inner thighs match the rest of your body, wet and eager.

he hooks his arms beneath your thighs and latches onto your clit, sending a ripple through your body. it’s mind-numbing the way he uses his tongue. whether it’s flat and broad, or pointed and precise, you’re convinced he was blessed with his mouth solely to pleasure you.

“i’m mean because i need to keep ya in your place.” he’s almost too big to fit between your legs, but he makes it work by tossing your legs over his shoulders. “not callin’ no whore my girlfriend.”

his tongue glides between your slick lips before your poor slit is ravaged by his tongue. his thumbs are long enough to reach your clit and with alternating strokes between the left, right, and his tongue, you’re already on the precipice of the end.

“toji!” you whine as your wrists strain against your cuffs. “i won’t do it again! p-promise! i— agh, didn’t mean to, ‘m sorry!”

toji’s satisfaction is present as he looks up between your legs. with his eyebrows furrowed and the ghost of a grin on his arousal-coated lips, he’s got you where he wanted. it’s always delightful to put you in your place when you’re being a brat.

he’s pulling your clit in between his teeth, making you sob. his canines are so sharp and your bud is just so precious, but so tainted by toji’s malevolence. he knows he’s being cruel, but it’s all to make sure you never, ever try to leave him.

you’d be dead before you could even think about walking away.

toji’s not giving in- he’s pussy drunk. you’re melting on his tongue like a sweet piece of candy, something someone like him doesn’t deserve. watching and hearing you squirm when he’s barely putting any effort in holding you down just reminds him how delicate you are compared to him.

“toji, i’m g’na cum, toji,” you sob, your face ridden with tears. “‘hurts, toji. ah— hurts so- so good, toji.”

you’re aching from his tongue alone. you can’t fathom him putting his cock back in you, not when you’re already broken down like this. his nose is bumping against your clit and he sounds so fucking hot panting into your pussy. 

the slight sound of you squirting is enough for toji to orgasm right then and there. your body contorts and your back arches as your legs violently shake against his head, threatening to squeeze it. toji’s welcoming it, encouraging it, as his mouth enshrouds your urethra, allowing every drop to collect on his tongue.

it’s sweet, almost. so fucking sweet, just like you.

you’re still sobbing, your poor body already wracked from orgasming. but toji’s not done with you when he’s licking his lips and crawling up the bed like a predator. he dips down and licks those salty tears straight off your face, only making you cry even more.

“don’t cry yet, baby,” he croons, gently biting your cheek. “i ain’t even done with ya.”

toji encapsulates your wrists in his hands and presses his piquant mouth onto your quivering lips, a mere distraction from him pushing all the way into you. you’re immediately filled up to the hilt with that single motion, an intoxicating yet agonizing feeling. your cries are swallowed by his mouth, only to be overridden by his own moans of pleasure.

“fuck, baby. can’t stay mad at ya, not with this pretty lil’ pussy.”

your poor spongy walls clench desperately, still not accommodated to his size after all these years. he’s colliding with your insides with every stroke, relentlessly bullying the makeup of your body. it’s such an intoxicating feeling.

“always takin’ me so deep, doll. prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucked. so fuckin’ cute, y’know that?”

heavy balls collide with your underside, coupled with the sound of your pussy squelching and your sweaty skin briefly coming together with every thrust. toji’s molding your walls, only preparing you for what’s to come.

toji descends back on your lips with hot, wet kisses, practically slobbering over the entirety of your mouth. he’s emptying desperate moans down your throat while his thick fingers dig into your throbbing wrists, and for once, he feels pathetic. he’s never felt this needy for you before, never felt such a carnal desire to make sure everybody knows you belong to him, but when he saw you in that dress, he knew that simply lavishing your neck with purple bruises wouldn’t be enough.

he had to make a mark, a permanent one.

he’s always pulled out before, always respected your wishes to not risk it, but he’s had enough and tonight was the final straw.

“‘m g’na come in ya, baby. g’na make ya a mama, huh?”

choked sobs fall from your lips at his words. you have the financial capability to raise a child, but the mental capability? you’ve never seriously thought about it unless you missed a period or toji pulled out a little too late. you’ve always been told you’d make a wonderful mom, but hasn’t everybody heard that once or twice?

“toj,” you hiccup, your weak body just barely squirming against toji’s force. “you— you can’t say that. ‘s not funny.”

“not tryna be funny, doll.” each slap of skin on yours and puncturing stroke against your cervix brings toji closer to release. “y’hear ya pussy squelchin’ like that? poor thing practically beggin’ f’me to nut in her.”

it’s harmoniously taunting. you can feel your walls tighten against toji’s thickening cock, and as the pistoning only becomes more feverish, the end is near and the only possible finish is your inevitable pregnancy.

“jus’ imagine, baby. your tits swelled with milk, all puffy with my kid growing inside ya.” toji’s grip tightens on your wrists, practically welding the metal into your skin. “god, i’d never keep my hands off ya. can ya imagine that?”

you shut your eyes as tears dribble down your face, but you nod. you nod because you can’t help but imagine that, toji as a father. toji may not be the kindest person in the world, but when the two of you are in public together and a child is presence, there is an undeniable softness in his eyes that you notice. he’d never hone on something unless he wanted it badly.

“i know, toj,” you hiccup. “i love you, toj. love you— ahh, so bad. ‘m gonna cum— hah.”

“fuck, baby. shit, fuck, fuck— g’na cum, baby. wanna get ya pregnant so bad. need t’get ya pregnant, mama.”

toji’s strokes stutter and as he wraps a thick arm around your sweaty body, you can feel his cock twitch before your lower belly fills with warmth. it feels like gallons of his cum is being emptied into you, all ready to fertilize one single egg, and it’s almost a majestic feeling. as you hit your high once more, drenching the base of toji’s cock, he soothes your shaking body as he gently strokes your head.

you’re completely numb, but feeling completely euphoric. the feeling of toji’s arms around you is comforting. it’s knowing that it’s not a one time thing, that he wants to, needs to, stay by your side. you can barely breathe under the weight of his body as the both of your breaths intermingle.

“i love ya, sweet girl, so fuckin’ much.”

[s0ap-bubbles]

Mk1 stays pissing me off so I’m gonna violently suggest things Dominik can do better in the future

(Under the cut so anyone who doesn’t wanna read it isn’t subjected to a petty teenager ranting lol)

1. Stop being a pussy and write some gay people properly. No more ancient rules bull crap that makes it impossible for them to be affectionate to each other.

2. I don’t know what the fuck you’re on Dominik, but why are you constantly creating random ass ships that were never hinted at or asked for. If there’s no build up, why should I care???

3. Learn how to use the multiverse concept effectively, cus the way you use it now is absolute dog shit. You’re telling me that every character from every mk game has their own timeline? EXPLORE THAT. Don’t just give me “liu kang but evil” cus we got that with the revenants, expand on what changed depending on the timeline he’s from.

4. Bros never heard of show not tell or something cus why is everything cool happening off screen, including now rain’s redemption??? Are you actually fucking stupid??? you had a whole dlc to expand on the things they talk about in the intro and you chose “hehehe havik universe so crazy look at Mohawks”

5. I get this is a new universe but bro. if you’re using iconic characters, at least respect their fucking origins. I’m aiming this at the absolute shit show that is the new bi-han cus there’s is no way you just made him comically evil and called it a day, then set up a redemption in the dlc, and then just made him a bigger bitch than before. Also the way you pushed kitana aside and reduced her to mileena’s cheerleader/support system was so shit as well. The only reason I bring this up is because kitana was leading a whole rebellion and becoming Kahn in the last game, and now you have her going “sister, please don’t do that… empress, please don’t kill them…” like…

6. I am BEGGING YOU. To stop writing Johnny cage like a mcu character I don’t think I can take it any longer fake laughing at his shitty quips. I love Johnny cage but oh my god he’s just been reduced to “funny reference man” and nothing else. Like there is no way he made a game of thrones reference during a literally deadly attack where multiple people had just been killed.

7. Your references suck, you suck, I hate you. Having characters reference other characters who aren’t in the game was cool until I realised that that’s all it is. A reference. These characters aren’t going to be in the game as dlc or anything going by the OBSCENE amount of guest characters, so who gives a fuck.

8. I’m just being petty now but Jesus Christ I hate how you wrote the new era. It’s a cool ass concept, but the way you wrote it was so shit, that I can’t even defend it atp. Change is a natural and necessary thing, but if this is your second time rebooting your franchise NRS and people STILL get mad over the story, I think it’s time to really look at what made the franchise special, and not try to replicate it, but put your own spin on it, make something new that still connects with your fans.

9. RESIGN. PLEASE.

[knullanon]

Could you possibly write Headcannons for queen bee as a yanmom..? If that makes sense lmao

dw, I totally got you!!

words: 700 ish

warnings: possesivness, mainpulation, lmk if I missed any!

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She’s very possessive and strict with you, and she’s in control of everything surrounding you, and when I mean everything, I mean EVERYTHING.

It doesn’t matter what it may be, the people who are around you, the things you do, your location, everything has been approved by her and set up in a way that she knows exactly whats going to happen in your day.

I would think she would have a routine schedule for her darling, because she’s needs to make sure they’re getting food, they’re being entertained, and, maybe as an extra way to keep you busy, she gives you your own education course tailored directly for your learning habits.

She really doesn’t like it when this schedule is interrupted, for any reason. If someone else disrupted it, whether by accident or on purpose, she gets pissed. If it was you who disrupted it (woke up late, didn’t finish an activity on the time she thought it would take, you weren’t hungry etc) she is usually OK with changing it.

Whenever she can, she likes to be with you. She loves just talking with you, and she loves hearing you talking about whatever you did that day (even if she already knows), but she ESPECIALLY loves it when you let her talk about what she did in her day, or even just asking you questions on what you think about random topics.

She hates it when you have to meet new people. Because of the fact that you rarely talk to literally anyone (besides her of course), you always seem to want to get to know these new people since you never get to talk to anyone. This causes her to get irritated, and she lets you know by essentially glaring at whoever you just met.

If you weren't taken or if you don't rebel against her, she likes to take you on trips sometimes. It’s very rare, but if she has the time and she knows that you’re getting bored just sitting in the mansion she has you placed in, she’ll bring you to another mansion or house that she knows there’s going to be no one to bother the two of you. She might even show you a list to choose from.

If she’s extremely busy for a few weeks at a time, she has you being watched by her minions and sometimes she doesn’t even need updates from them (just because shes looking at the cameras, watching you).

The more rebellious you become, the more pissed she gets. She may love you very much, but she can be the biggest bitch to you as well if you start acting like one to her.

Hell, if you make her too mad, she might get really petty and make things ‘personal’, like keeping your bedroom cold, but taking away your blankets, or taking away all your activities/entertainment and make you study your worst subject

Actually, the more she feels that you don’t love her, the more she will try to be in your presence. When you’re having your little spats about whatever you’re both arguing about, sometimes she’ll just sit in your room with you, waiting until you say something so she can continue arguing with you

Overall, she’s a very easy to please person with her darling, but her patience is thin, and when it breaks, things can go South very, very quickly.

She loves making you feel like you can’t do anything on your own. In fact, she’ll give you wrong information and then when you repeat it to someone else or her, when they correct you, and you try to tell her that she was the one who told you that, she’ll deflect your argument by saying, “It’s OK that you didn’t remember that, ______.”

Does not care if you want to have other friends or whatnot, because she's the only one you need. Don't you remember how badly you were treated? (Even if you weren't)

[strawhatkia]

boyfriend.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with katsuki !

WARNINGS ! cussing, kats still in highschool, suggestive(?), edited for grammatical errors but lemma know if i missed something

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k+

A/N ! once again, another old work reposted from my last blog. and again, i think it is so hot of this fandom to just headcannon that bakugo is for black women like- yes 💕(i had to break this up into blocks or this post was not going up)

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this mofo y’all-

this boy loves you so much but that pride fucks him up every single time

he has no problem saying i love you or even showing his love through actions but in public? you ain’t getting shit !

he just gets wayyy too flustered but i truly think that actions mean a lot to him so he'll still he’ll hug you and whisper it to you

“i love you” “huh?” “SHUT UP! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” “nigga damn-”

but beyond that! this man will go above and beyond to make sure you know that you are loved

hell, he’ll spoil you for the sole reason that he does in fact love you more than life itself

(this is saying so much because as much as loves heroes and wants to become one, i truly think that for you, he would do damn near anything even if it means jeopardizing his dream)

i personally think he takes pride in buying you shit so when people ask, you can be like “oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me all of that” “…sis thats at least twenty damn bags of clothes and jewelry-”

his big-headed self is probably like “hell yeah I did”

ironically, he hates when you spend yo own money on him or yourself- don't get it twisted, he definitely does not mind you being independent, he actually encourages it!

...but this is the one thing he won’t let go

this nigga will start hiding yo cards and shit or start blowing them bitches up (card pieces gets vacuumed by the damn roomba before you even notice)

he feign like he stupid or some shit despite being the smartest, most organized nigga you know

but when yo card goes missing...all of sudden, he lost his damn memory?

“kats, where did my card go?” “…....huh?” “nigga- YOU FUCKING HEARD ME! WHERE IS MY DAMN CARD!?!?”

this motherfucker is definitely checking on yo back account every two days just make sure money is coming in and not out

hell the fucking bank tellers know him by name, could point him out a meters before he walks in

if you somehow find that card, first of all: props to you!

second of all: it is not yours forever and it will go missing again in under 24 hrs.

however, the most important thing he decided to buy you was a pretty gold custom necklace of his name and gold bamboo hoops to match !

the hoops he didn’t really care for, they cute and you look gorgeous, but that necklace- chile...

it was almost like he cared for it more than you did…cause he did

he always touching it, fiddling with it, and you know that bitch is real so sometimes he likes to polish it especially when you two to go to events- let it shine in people faces and let 'em know the one by you don't play about you

but if you take it off- sis, did you write yo will yet? put that bitch back on before he catch you

it’s real for a reason- so you don’t have to take it off

if he does catch the necklace not on yo body, he’s gon be pissed

“WHY IN THE HELL IS YO NECKLACE NOT ON YO NECK AND IN MY HAND!?!?” “hol on now- calm yo self. i took it off cause i didn’t want it to get messed up-” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! PUT THE SHIT BACK ON!!” 

….it’s such a silly thing to get angry over but don’t take it off sis, if you value yo life

(sidenote: tying back in with his love for actions, he just loves giving gifts, more importantly gifts that you can wear or use b/c then you can think of him when you do wear/use it)

for some reason, whether big or small, he loves hitting your ass. and i don’t mean no petty swat, i mean he’s throwing hands 

*SMACK!* “ow! my nigga, have you lost yo god damn mind?!?” “what~? it looked at me first”

not to mention but any chance he get- he’s grabbing the yams

motherfucker can not keep his damn hands to himself, he gotta touch, even if it’s a quick squeeze 

y’all laying in bed? grabbing the yams. you laying on yo couch, minding yo business? grabbing the yams. talking to yo lil friends? grabbing them yams. working on the field with him? grabbing the yams. 

when y’all sleeping together, his hands always gravitates towards ya ass and stays there maybe even some soft booty rubs

moving on

i’d like to mention that: he is a big baby... like the biggest baby you have ever seen

he won’t ever admit it out loud but sometimes he hates how good you get along with his friends

like yes, he’s happy that all of you get along really well but damn it pay attention to him, not no fucking extras 

and he’s so petty about it. you’ll be talking to kiri and em’ and all of sudden this mother fucker is pulling you into his lap

if you still continue to ignore him or don’t give him all of your attention, he’ll pull away from everyone to some where private and start ranting on how you should pay attention to him and not some fucking extras

and if it’s deku who’s has your attention- ok first of all, how dare you? and second of all, 'getcho yo ass over here before I kill that nerd'   

dramatic much? like damn nigga calm down

and now lastly, let’s talk about golden hour

at first he didn’t know what the fuck it was but when he learned, he was obsessed

“suki, do you wanna do golden hour pictures with me?” “what the hell is that?” “…just bring yo ass on-”

 the way you was just sitting there, shining and shit; melanin taking in all that good sun and the way his necklace was shining against you- mans was hooked 

man’s in his head was like “i’m dating a literal goddess….good job, katsuki😌” 

now he thinks it’s his personally duty to become yo photographer at golden hour. if you let anyone else do it, he will throw a very big tantrum

he loves taking the pictures especially when have just woken up, bonnet still on head, bare face, wearing his t-shirt- yuh yuh, that part;those pictures go up on his instagram page that has more pictures of you than him, with the caption “look at my baby 🥰” sappy, corny ass nigaa

the fangirls was not happy about that but ha! the comments have been off- 

but yeah, boom boom boy loves you more than anything in this world💕

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[yesiknowimshort]

this is how i imagine… TIM DRAKE

the bitch is back…. i mean me not tim, but tim is also a bitch.

thank you so much to my followers (i love each and everyone of you <3) for waiting so patiently for me to get myself together (still shaky, so again, posts might be scattered but i will be posting!!).

i wanna start a series where i do these long form character headcanons for the batboys (and maybe girls one day, i’ve just not thought about it aha) and so i obviously had to start with my favourite character of all tjme; tim drake.

obvisouly i’ve already done a suuuuper long analysis of his actual character which you can read here, but i want to do a more theoretical one that’s not necessarily wholly “canonical” but still in character.

a lot of this is also canon/inspired by canon - however, these are still my headcanons.

- to start off with: fuck the uwu-fication of tim drake. he’s a badass who happens to also appear soft sometimes but that does not equal wimp. you can have anxiety and depression and not be a an uwu baby.

- absolutely obsessed with star wars.

- has forced everyone to individually binge the series with him at least once.

- but also love island (he won’t watch the winter season tho) and the real housewives are definitely his guilty pleasures.

- overworks himself on such little sleep that his body giving up and him fainting is a scarily regular occurrence.

- but it’s not for want of trying. oh no. forgot to eat because he was distracted so his limbs are barley holding him up when he runs? ignores it. keeps going.

- he stands up too quickly, collapses, and gets right up and walks it off like he wasn’t just on the floor (p.e teachers would love him).

- absolutely insane martial artist -which people (like most things he can do/does) completely overlook or just don’t care about. this is also canon btw.

- my boy’s only scraping average height -he’s gotta have something to back him up that’s doesn’t rely on being massive n buff.

- he can easily knock anyone to the ground in a second, yet because of his small build and mmmm relatively unhealthy state, it goes unnoticed and sometimes unused -depending on the situation’s needs.

- people always overlook him because of his public persona (and in real life online it’s usually because of uwu tim), but he would be so cruel sometimes.

- seriously -please remember and use his pettiness!

- like he’d punch jason out cold for picking up his stuff and holding it over his head… put itching powder in dick’s boxers and bed for hiding the cases he was working on… roofy damian’s nightly hot chocolate so he’d miss family movie night because damian was pissing him off… true slytherin.

- but just like a lot of the things he does, it goes unnoticed/un-delt-with most of the time so he gets away with it. middle child tings.

- not to mention he literally stalked batman and would run around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin.

- he was on the CIA’s watch list for crying out loud!

- doesn’t break the unassuming facade often, but if he went off the deep end, he’d be gone, and wouldn’t stop until he’s satisfied -or restrained (but that would be near impossible).

- scarily persuasive -some would say manipulative, i would say ambitious. i mean he did wiggle his way into the position of robin with sheer willpower.

- i think one of the reasons i love tim so much and am so fascinated by him is because of his capacity to be a villain so easily if he wanted.

- the guy has considered murder way too often.

- clint barton’s “i could do it!... no one would know!... but i won’t” quip about quicksilver is literally tim’s relationship with villiany.

- like if he decided one day to turn on everyone… in an instant he has control of a multimillion dollar company, can easily gain control the police, has dirt on every single person, and access to anything he decides he wants: and yet he chooses to do good.

- remember -he chose to be a hero. and he repeats this fact a lot.

- he could easily have the world on their knees, and yet people still decide to fuck with him because of their naivety.

- villain tim would be terrifying.

- his childhood and a openly loving and attentive family setting was stolen from him. he was always made out to be “mature for his age” and “quiet and sensible” when in reality he was just neglected and bored.

- being a gifted child always comes with its downfalls. like being so unstimulated by his schooling and classmates that he acts out a little bit out of boredom and a craving for attention from his parents; not to mention the social rejection because he’s too far past his peer's antics.

- he’d be super socially unaware for his age group as a child (kind of like damian i guess). being an only child surrounded by adults (yet forever alone and isolated) would’ve prevented him from ever connecting with fellow kids and their interests.

- (anyone else relate to not ever finding kiddy humour funny in primary school?)

- so now he likes doing a lot of random “childish” things like skating down the halls in the manor, having a gamer chair as his office chair, playing his nintendo switch in his wayne ent. office with his feet rested on the desk when he’s bored, having bento box lunches filled with sugary cereal and roll-ups, having a mini fridge in his office exclusively filled with yakults, iced coffee cartons and redbull, being fully versed in gen z lingo (which he uses correctly don’t worry) that he uses to talk to people he works with and interacts with at galas etc etc.

- likes to leave little notes in library books for the next person to find; often mildly threatening like “i know what you did”, for no other reason other than to have a little gremlin cackle to himself when he thinks about it.

- definitely has nearsightedness, though he hardly ever wears his glasses “because they’re impractical and contacts are torture devices” (bruce practically has to strap him down to get the camera contacts in for patrol).

- when he’s not drinking coffee, he’s chewing gum or mints to counteract the coffee.

- ambidextrous, but favours his left hand meaning his already inconceivably messy quick notes are also smudged by his hand.

- hands are always cold and numb (leading everyone to believe he probably has rayynaud’s syndrome).

- he gets really nervous and tries to avoid people being able to touch his hands, like when they’re handing something to him, or makes sure handshakes are firm and quick -but still respectful- etc (but he loves hand holding, he just worries no one would want to).

- really good at taking in information and his surroundings quickly.

- often points things out to people that would otherwise go unnoticed like “your eyes look really pretty today” or “your freckles have darkened from the sun” or “they ordered two sugars with their coffee… they always order three” etc.

- he doesn’t constantly say the things he’s thinking, but they come out a lot more when he’s losing his filter from fatigue.

- he’s always apologising offhandedly for pointing out things (more annoyed at himself than anything) bc he thinks they’ll think he’s weird or become uncomfortable.

- tim is allergic to almost all nuts except for almonds (wog runs through my veins, i refuse to believe he can’t eat almonds).

- he’s not like epipen allergic, all he needs is some cetirizine.

- bc of this “relatively low risk” (as he would say), if he accidentally eats a nut he’ll usually just not tell anyone while his throat is closing over and his mouth feels like it’s been attacked by mosquitoes.

- he’ll just silently slip away to buy some cetirizine or get some from his pocket/bag.

- this sweet old lady at a charity bake sale once offered tim to try a free slice of her baklava, which of course, has walnuts in it.

- and he was too anxious to refuse so he took it and finished the whole thing in front of her.

- it took him about 20 minutes and to the point where he was crying and his lips looked like they had fillers that he whispered to bruce he was having a reaction.

- bruce was hysterical.

- like- national news “funny internet clip report” hysterical.

- he always carries cetirizine on him now just in case tim does that again.

[respectthepetty]

What are some of your favorite novelas, Petty? I grew up loving them too and personally I will ALWAYSSS show up for anything Fernando Colunga is in!

Anon, I'm not giving you some of my favorites. No. I'm giving you my favorite - If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW where this is going!

For all the BL people, this is why @italianpersonwithashippersheart, @lukaherehelp, and I are having no qualms about Twins or Playboyy.

Telenovelas, soap operas, y lakorns have trained us well for these shenanigans and hijinks.

Why y'all can't remember twenty-two people's names is beyond me, but I had them down the first episode.

Why y'all don't like the tonal whiplash is odd to me because for me, ten minutes on one couple is TOO MUCH TIME. Six minutes, TOP, and move on to the next one.

Someone getting stabbed in one scene then the next scene being someone celebrating at a birthday party is the way I like my shows, and don't let that person be getting stabbed AT that birthday party because that is my bread and butter.

Oh, and TWINS!

My favorite show includes all of these fine points, and it's the 1998 Mexican telenovela called

La usurpadora

Somewhere in fictional hell, Soraya Montenegro from María la del Barrio is pissed as fuck.

The plot: Paola is a rich bitch and wants to leave her husband for her evil lover but can't figure out how.

¡Sorpresa, cabrona! She meets a worker who looks just like her while on vacation or some shit.

Paulina is the other woman and she is too poor to contour. Therefore, rich bitch Paola convinces kind and caring Paulina to be her stand-in. Paola tells Paulina she will live the best life and be rich, while Paola can be free. It's a win-win.

¡MENTIRAS!

Paulina refuses! So Paola blackmails her into doing it, and with her mother dead, her fiance gone, and no job (since she was fired as part of Paola's blackmailing scheme), Paulina is forced to take the offer. This is like episode 2 out of 102.

In the next 100 episodes, we get forty-five other characters who are all important to the plot, amnesia, cheating, murder attempts, Paola pretending to be paralyzed, Paulina GOES TO PRISON, someone discovers they are actually twins (no duh!), and a crap ton of more drama.

Oh, and the car crash!

But God got Paulina, so she good. Even in the sequel when she had cancer, pero no, she was just pregnant.

The show is based on a 1971 Venezuelan telenovela that was adapted from the book La Intrusa, and has since had several remakes. One was in 2019, which made Paulina Colombian (or was she always Colombian?), and A MUSICAL THIS YEAR!

It holds a 96% rating on Rotten Tomatoes because the people know this was a 🎁🎁🎁 from God, and it is not up for debate because it featured men dancing around singing Celia Cruz's "La vida es un carnaval" y Selena's "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom." This movie is the moment.

The lead is Cuban actress Isabella Castillo Díaz who played in America and México's co-produced telenovela ¿Quién es quién?, which is basically the boy version of La usurpadora because of the twins plot. Do you see the theme?

But back to the musical, which also features Drag Race superstar, Valentina. If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW!

The 1998 version and musical both embrace the camp of it all. The music in the original 1998 version was peak telenovela, and even if you don't speak Spanish, readers, just watch the first minute of this video. I promise you it will be worth it, and it will give you three perfect examples of the *vibes* I'm always rambling about.

So, yeah, Anon, I hope this explains a lot of about my taste in BLs. I'm here for a show, not the show. Soraya understands.

[bae04xx]

“fuck off!” i screamed, my voice hoarse from being half asleep, while i pushed my brother away from me. rolling over to the other side of my bed, i ignore his giggles,

“bastard, wake me up again and see what happens..” i mumble into my pillow, sensing his spine shoot up after hearing my threat.

“woah! y/n’s cranky aren’t you?” he cackles, before slapping me against the head and strolling out, as if he hadn’t been annoying the living fuck out of me, as if he was completely innocent!

ben being my brother had its perks, like ultimate protection from him and his weirdo gang, but it had a lot more cons. like some bitch at school looks at me the wrong way? oh well, it doesn’t matter to me, ben sees? she’s dead.

they’re so overdramatic.

and trust me, i haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since we moved into this hell hole. either i’m kept up by screaming, ben, gunshots or the lads bringing some random women back- that’s definitely the worst one.

everyone here had a purpose, i didn’t, my brother was some magical ghost that could hack into anything. i didn’t know shit about him, he would refuse to tell me, but he managed to work a deal so i could stay here, to keep me ‘safe’, because what’s safer than being around deranged serial killers? i was just deadweight, and while most people here tried to ignore that fact, considering i took care of them all fairly well, i knew it. my cooking, cleaning and caring skills were not nearly as useful as the dangerous shit they did.

but i’m sure they appreciated a home cooked meal after a long day of work, it calmed me down after a stressful day at school. winding down with them was something i loved, especially with jeff, we got on very well- despite ben and his rivalry. i ignored their petty arguments, and stormed off whenever they attempted to include me into them. i loved seeing how calm jeff could be around me, he was always so on edge, fierce, ready to pounce on anyone, but with me it wasn’t like that.

i could sit with him and just talk, sure he wouldn’t open up to me about anything, too closed off and stuck in his defensive mind to do anything of the sort, but he could relax with me- and i enjoyed that.

i missed normality a lot more than i let on, and ben could see that in me. the way i stared at the photos of us when we were young, how we would get high and i would ramble on about our old memories, he saw through my facade, and knew how much i missed my past life.

but this was me now, taking care of my shitty brother and his coworkers? friends? housemates? whatever he called them.

what pissed me off the most is how i was the only person in the house that still had to go to school. ben insisted on me getting an education, making something of my life- i think it was because he didn’t want me living in this shithole forever like he had to. i would come home from school everyday and waffle to toby about everything, he understood better than anyone. he could tell that deep down i did care, i cared about everything, too much. while i pretending to not give a fuck about the bitches i had to deal with, i would come running to him, crying in his arms after a hard day. i didn’t want a solution to my problem, i wanted a distraction, comfort. and ben couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around that, but toby could.

“they’re.. all just so horrible..” i sobbed as toby stroked my hair softly, holding me tightly in his arms, suddenly flicking his wrist from his ticks, he quietly cursed himself.

“i know, y/n, it’s going to be ok, i promise,” he whispered, gently wiping the tears from my face.

“they’re nasty because their jealous of you, jealous of your beauty and your confidence.”

“but.. i just want them to be nice to me..”

“i know baby, you don’t deserve this.”

toby was like a brother to me, unlike jeff who found comfort in me, i found comfort in toby. he was like my very own safety blanket, he would wrap me up in his arms and let me cry all my emotions out, carrying me to bed when i fell asleep in his arms and tucking me in. he was like the dad i had always wished for.

when everyone would argue, i would lock myself in my room. i hated it with every cell in my body. the boys would scream, yell, punch walls, kick doors in- and the dreadful sound of shots being fired. it would send me into a panicked frenzy. there was one particularly bad argument between ben and jeff once, over something stupid i can’t even remember.

“y/n- knock some fuckin’ sense into your deadbeat brother!”

“don’t bring my fucking sister into this- just because you’re in love with her! don’t think i can’t tell you fucking deranged pervert!”

“fuck off ben, like i would ever want to be with someone RELATED to you. if i had it my way you would be dead were you stand.”

i listened to their harsh words as jeff knocked on my door, making the walls vibrate.

“i don’t want to be involved! go away!” i screamed, tucking myself under the covers on my bed, pulling a pillow over my head to tune out their shouting- until i heard the familiar bang of masky’s gun.

i thought my heart fell out of my chest in that moment, my blood ran cold as i fumbled out of bed and ran to my door, swinging it open to find a hall in the opposite wall to my bedroom. i had never felt more relief in my life.

“stop fucking arguing. you’re keeping me awake.” masky said coldly as ben and jeff just stared at the bullet in the wall.

i hated living here.

[starandcloud]

Drabble

A lil drabble that MIGHT be fleshed out-

This was originally going to be Y/N being a petty bitch but I also wrote this while overthinking that my boyfriend didn't love me anymore, so I 100% projected onto Y/N here

Like they're at school and no one knows that the twins are dating Y/N so this exchange student (I dunno bare with me please-) is actively flirting with Myles and Miles and it's really starting to piss Y/N off. Don't get me wrong, the boys are loyal and rejecting her advances. It was (42) Myles who noticed you getting upset first and literally walked away mid-conversation and sat in front of you. Crossing his arms on the desk and laying his head there.

"Mami? What's wrong?"

Which caught Miles' attention, making him come over and move a desk to face you.

"Cariño?"

Your face was tense as you ignored them. The twins looked at each other, knowing damn well something was bothering you but didn't know what. So for the next ten minutes they took turns pet naming you.

"Amor?" "Precioso?" "Ángel?" "Cariño?"

"Querido?"

They asked at the same time, which broke your vow of silence and you whined softly as they both smiled at you.

"What's wrong Mami? What's botherin' our girl?"

Myles asked, his voice soft and gentle as he gently held one of your hands.

"Did someone say something to you?"

Miles asked as he took your other hand, rubbing small circles into the back of your hand as Myles tightly squeezed your hand.

"Tell us Cariño, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong..."

Myles said as he stared into your eyes.

"That girl... She keeps flirting with you... I-I don't like it..."

You said as you looked down as tears welled in your eyes. You weren't typically the type to feel invalid in your own relationship because of another person but... She was just so much prettier than you and was smarter too, the top of your class, so you couldn't help but feel invalid. You didn't notice the terrifying stares both boys gave the girl as Miles grabbed his and his twins bags as Myles grabbed yours and messaged their uncle something before leading you out of the room. It wasn't exactly like people weren't aware you were the twin's girl but they weren't expecting this. The two boys walked you to the office and Miles signed you out as a familiar car rolled into the parking lot. It wasn't until you were in the car and cuddled up to Myles' chest you realized who's car it was.

"So I heard you were havin' a bad day Y/N, everythin' okay?"

Uncle Aaron asked and you just buried your nose face in Myles' chest making the twins, and their uncle, frown. Myle's rubbed your back as the younger of the twins scrolled through his phone before leaning up to his uncle and whispered something in his ear. When the car rolled to a stop outside of a store and Miles slipped out of the car with Uncle Aaron. Myles rubbed your back and whispered sweet affections into your ear as he left soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Those soft actions made you relax into him, about twenty minutes passed and the car doors opened and slammed signaling that Miles and Aaron were back. Cuddling into Myles more, you nuzzled your nose against his neck and whispered.

"I'm missing math..."

Your comment made Myles laugh as he held you tight.

"We can get the notes tomorrow Corazón, right now. We're gonna focus on you, and how you're la chica más perfecta que he visto"

You blushed darkly as you lifted your head to pout but Myles captured your lips before you got the chance to complain. You whined softly until Miles gently pulled you away from his twin and kissed you as well.

And the bickering ensued.

"I wasn't done kissing her." "I don't care, you held her the entire time Uncle Aaron and I were in the store." "That's your fault for going in with him" "Uncle Aaron doesn't know what la Princesa likes."

Their bickering made you laugh and give them both a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"You two are adorable..."

You whispered out before Miles pulled you from Myles' lap, making you playfully scream and laugh loudly.

"Hey you three, don't be causing to much ruckus, it's a distraction to the driver"

Aaron warned and the three of you obediently nodded. The rest of the ride was more or less quiet as the twins took turns kissing your cheek or neck, they weren't to picky, and telling you how perfect you were.

[babiebom]

Stardew Characters as Euphoria Chatacters

A/N: I have been sick for the last couple of days but I turn 24 tomorrow!! So here’s a lil something from me <3 also a disclaimer I have not watched this show outside of edits and crack compilations so it might not be accurate lmao. Also also it’s not everyone just who I can see in the main roles that I know?? Also also also I would like to write something like euphoria for stardew but I think I gotta get finished with when you fall first and I’m not even nearly done with that because idk how I want it to end yet.

Tw:cursing, mentions of cheating, fighting, betrayal, euphoria things I guess?

Bc: at least 2-4 for each hopefully?

Stardew Masterlist

Haley-Maddy Perez

The hot popular girl who everyone either likes or fears or wants to be. Like we all know that Haley is kinda a bitch when you first meet her but she’s actually super sweet when you get to know her. And what I know of Maddy is that she looks put together but I’m pretty sure she has problems and while she looks like a mean girl she’s actually kinda sweet and funny. She’s in a toxic relationship because that’s what she thinks she deserves and will end up with. That sweet, pure, long lasting love isn’t something that she thinks she’ll ever get, and is something that she acknowledges won’t be enough for her in the long run even if it’s what she secretly wants.

All she really cares about is her friends, her family, and it used to be her boyfriend because yeah he was her future but that’s done with now. So she tries to focus on what’s to come. And unlike a lot of others, she’s more chill about people’s wrongdoings, like yeah you kinda pissed her off but that happens(as long as it isn’t betrayal) like oh you relapsed? That’s okay it happens sometimes babe, you’re more than just a drug addict and don’t you forget that. Sure she’s gonna go off the deep end eventually, but you don’t deserve that so remember she’s here for you and get yourself together.

Like yeah shes pretty and walks around as if she owns the place but really shes going through something fucked up with her ex who does seem to actually want to let her go despite not actually behaving as if he loves her. And sure she loves him, but she decided to walk away from the relationship for a reason so why is she sleeping with him again? Is it because he uses sweet words? Is it because she believes this is all she’s ever going to get? Maybe it’s the way he makes promises of the future like getting married and having kids while hurting her that makes her want to get back with him. But nevertheless she’s trying hard to stay away from him, to move on and learn to actually love herself and grow. Him basically threatening her life was enough for her, she knows that she deserves toxicity(does she tho?) but there’s a line that you do not cross and hopefully she learns what it is before it’s too late.

Penny-Cassie Howard

While Penny is a wholesome girl, I do think there is an underlying potential in how passive aggressive and fake she could be. Like yes Haley is the stereotypical popular girl, but if we look closely Penny seems like the girl who isn’t actually a girls girl but is a pick me that pretends that she’s so nice and friendly. Like is Penny actually like that? No but we are strictly speaking in what could be and who has the potential for what.

Like i can see Penny in high school changing herself for whatever guy she has her eyes set on, and falling in love with literally any guy that gives her the time of day. And yeah she might go for guys that are slightly toxic but Penny has daddy issues and mommy issues so it’s not really surprising is it? I think Haley is who Penny wishes she could be. Pretty, has a bit of money, has a very attractive boyfriend that Penny has set her sights on.

Yeah Penny is being kinda self centered, but y’know it’s not her fault! She has this way of justifying her actions, no matter how stupid, or petty, or mean, or evil they may be. And no one would really expect that of her. Like she portrays herself as a sweet girls girl that could NEVER betray someone that she considers her best friend. Like even though her friend confided in her about how toxic her relationship was, and Penny goes after the boyfriend anyways she’s still not in the wrong there were other variables that had to do with her decision she promises!! She hides things and pretends and finds the thrill of trying to get his attention, acting as if nothing is going on, and still maintaining the friendships that she kinda has no value in other than wanting to seem likable by befriending these people.

Shes going to get what she wants. No matter what. AND she’s going to play the victim throughout. It’s going to take a lot for her to realize she messed up but what can you do? Like sad for her but sorta inevitable. She brought it upon herself.

Maru-Kat Hernandez

From what I’ve seen Kat gives off very insecure vibes. Like she could be smart(I honestly don’t know) she’s pretty, just just what people call “fat” and while being fat isn’t a bad thing I think it’s an insecurity for her especially because her friends are all skinny. And while Maru’s body is up for interpretation(I do think she’s a lil chubby bc it’s cute) I think she’d be insecure in terms of anything other than her intelligence. Like sure she’s not ugly but she doesn’t put effort into her appearance like her friends do. And that doesn’t really get her any attention, not the attention she wishes she got, and having a father like Demetrius doesn’t help anything.

I do think it would take something drastic to get Maru out of her shell similar to Kat, and I do also think she’d be a good friend, like NO do NOT fight her!! Let’s calm down!! Type of friend. I do see Maru having a glow up type thing and coming out of her shell, but the personality she comes into seems kinda fake and as if she’s trying to act like her friends instead of being her own thing.

Maru gives off very follower type vibes, and again I haven’t watched Euphoria, and Kat is very….follower-y like she’s always around Maddy and is trying to be confident like her but really she’s just insecure and fears rejection.

Abigail- Jules Vaughn

Abigail would totally be the mysterious person that catches everyone’s eye when she appears. I mean personally when I first played the game I thought she was VERY pretty(until she annoyed me bc 1 heart convos are dumb and I found out she was paired with seb lmao) and I’m pretty sure literally EVERYONE (other than some people) is attracted to Jules.

Like she’s hooking up with people, dating, just being a very entrancing person and I think Abby could fit the role if she was more into the mysterious sexy vibe instead of the gothic(?) gamer girl vibe y’know? Like she’s there for the drama and laughing at it and she’s trying to not be a part of it until she’s breaking up with someone or sleeping with someone she shouldn’t

Sorry hers is short I just think the others fit more.

Shane-Rue Bennett

Rue is a teenage drug addict that is struggling to get clean, and honestly probably doesn’t even really want to because of how many mental problems she’s burdened by. Like I looked it up very briefly but I saw OCD, severe anxiety disorder, I think BPD like there’s a lot going on in her mind along with I’m pretty sure her father being dead. I just think she’s straight up not having a good time and while getting clean might be a good idea and the best road to go down, the fact is getting high probably feels better and is easier to do in order to deal with her issues. Shane is the same unfortunately, he’s an alcoholic that is just taking every day one by one but not very well. He works in a dead end job and lives with his aunt in a small boring ass town that probably doesn’t take mental health seriously seeing as the other alcoholic in the town was the towns bus driver before she crashed, and when the bus gets fixed they give her back the job instead of getting both of them help. Like they supply them with the beer and everything because making money is better than trying to rid them of their habits, and literally Pam and Penny live in a shitty ass trailer when literally everyone else(other than Linus) live in a good ass house. Like these two are similar with the fact that they are STRUGGLING and most people just see them as addicts instead of people who need help.

I also think that Shane would cause a distraction to get away from everyone trying to help bc it is too much to deal with at one time, like Rue and calling Cassie out about sleeping with Nate in front of everyone then taking off. I do think that Shane could be a very good friend outside of his alcoholism and is willing to get help. Also from what I’ve seen Rue might be high but she doesn’t lie(maybe she does idk) and I think Shane would be the same. Like yeah he’s drunk af and wants to die and he’s a little sarcastic but he’s not going to lie to you at all.

Elliott- Lexi Howard

All I know about Lexi is that she’s a writer and made a whole play about whatever was going on around her without anyone knowing, then putting it into production with the school again without telling the people it’s about. Like she’s just watching and taking notes and I think it’s funny. Because I feel like it’s something Elliott would do.

Is he a part of the drama? Nope! He’s standing back and watching everything burn while thinking to himself that this novel is going to be an absolute masterpiece because real tragedies are better than ones you make up. Also I do think he gives off that he would fall for someone that is the complete opposite of him, like how Lexi falls for a drug dealer(?). Like yeah his love life has to be something out of a book too. Nothing plain for him.

Alex- Nate Jacobs

I think this is self explanatory? Like who else would be Nate? Sebastian? Sam? HARVEY? Let’s bffr

Like Alex would be a popular guy in school(is he popular? Nate I mean?) and honestly while I don’t think Alex would be toxic and abusive especially bc of his upbringing, but I can see an alternative universe where he was raised by his shitty dad and became shitty in response.

Like high school football player who is toxic towards women as a result of his fathers influence and is probably obsessed with his now ex girlfriend and is trying to find what he had with her(even if it was fucked up) with someone who wishes they were her.

Like does he love the new girlfriend? No. But does he like the ego boost he gets from her? Yes. Dating someone who is so willing to change themself for him in ways that he this is comical and a little sad makes him feel good and somewhat fills the void. Especially when that person will let him treat them whatever way he wants including breaking up with them and getting back and everything he’s going to stay with them(I mean more like keeping them close to him) because he knows that he needs something that takes his mind off of how much he actually hates himself.

[kob131]

Okay, I know this is gonna sound petty and ridiculous but fuck me, give me this.

I dunno if I've ever stated why I dislike the hype around Palworld so much.

From what I've observed, it seems like a bitch basic survival game with unoriginal monster designs. It also seems to be inconsistently buggy as shit, since apparently you can still end up with the game crashing to desktop on launch and there's a bug that causes you to DELETE YOUR SAVE DATA that's been in the game since launch. I know this, I check the reviews regularly. But the unoriginality to the point of absurdity, the lack of any kind of polish and the numerous bugs seem to all be excused because 'GAME FUN!' It doesn't matter if the game would have been mocked if it were ripping off a different artstyle; or if the game is the quintessential cheap knock off of other popular Steam game (Ark) or if the game is the THIRD Early Access game going onto FOURTH from a developer that hasn't even finished their FIRST open world, 3D survival crafting game with monster collecting (Craftopia): It's all okay because 'GAME FUN!' and 'IT MAKE POKEMON FRESH AND FUN AGAIN!'

... You know. The exact same arguments given by SCARLET AND VIOLET FANS.

Yeah, this is why I hate the hype so much. Because I spent time trying to understand and get why people hated SV so much despite liking the game a lot. Promoting criticism of the game's bugs despite not GETTING those bugs myself. Trying to give credit to people who annoyed the piss out of me- Turns out I was giving too much credit. Because they went ahead and gulped down the SV slop just under a different name and genre.

Same issue. Same defenses. If you removed the subject from their defenses, I don't think I could differentiate between a Palworld and a Pokemon SV defender.

I love SV. I put more time into that game than even Pokemon Black, despite the fact that I fucking hated that game as a kid by the 300 hour mark vs. SV still being fun to me after 500+ hours. But yes- the games should NOT have released in the state they did. In fact, they probably needed more than a year of development because the artstyle of the game isn't very cohesive and would have made it look like shit 5 years from now without the cohesion every OTHER game had.

But apparently all my efforts were pointless because all GF had to do to get people slurping their dicks was publish SV under a different name and studio and market it as 'Fuck Pokemon'.

Because this fanbase has no standards, just blind spite and nostalgia.

[choctalksalot]

If Jake is based on archetype of Strong Female Character then I think he should get Evil Woman arc. Let him snap and go bananas. Sburb is his stage and he is gonna became a star, and break fourth wall and if needed all the walls. I just really want Jake to go batshit. And then better but first batshit. And fight with crockertier! Jane because I think it would help them both to have a proper scream match and some stabbing or two.

admission: i have let this ask stew in my drafts for months because i had exams, and also because i needed to fully process everything in this singular paragraph because it threw a wrench in my jello sack processor

so, in short:

thank you for this ask anon holy shit i love getting asks about this stuff i am full of words about it !! that being said

I AM QUESTIONING THE CLASSIFICATION OF HIM AS STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER. I AM SO VERY QUESTIONING IT

that statement triggered a fucking. sleeper agent in my brain because i disagree so hard so so hard, oh my god i'm. okay technically it's a half disagree. sliver of agreement in there but it's for a very specific scenario that I need TIME to explain (which i now have so Buckle Up)

if you want my aabsolute shortest shorty short response to this ask it's yes, i think jake deserves to go batshit insane, i would like nothing more than to see him be a petty deranged bitch. king shit honestly!! But Not In That Way Slash Manner. okay now WORDS

so, we have the idolization/I Know What You Are he has with lara croft. we have all his big talk about being an adventurer, we have fisticuffs and guns and sparring with a bot, but, as many posts before this have pointed out in much more depth than i can attempt to surmise, jake is not that. motherfucker is a coward, avoids conflict like the plague and plays up an oblivious front to dodge responsibility (god i still can't read the jane confession scene without screaming look at that fucking LIAR)!! a defining aspect of jake's character is his continuous lack of agency throughout the comic too, which is a rabbit hole i'm not going down for the sake of my sanity and your patience [:

point is, in the words of a shitton of other people: he's a hapless bimbo archetype, or at least attempts to embody it!!!!

he wants to be a strong female character, makes an idol out of an example of them (lara), but in the end the narrative itself bends backwards to call him pathetic. point and laugh at the moron in the piss coloured underpants. something something, yet another case of lost potential

there are specific circumstances under which jake does hit as a strong female character. that's getting old i'm gonna shorten that to sfc now. big thanks to tony crazyexdirkfriend for this perspective because the one angle where i can read jake as an sfc is from an extremely meta perspective, in reference to how he's built up to be someone with a lot of importance/skill/competence, while in reality his agency is pretty much moot. it's an empty label, all his "strength" is superficial and falls away once you look any deeper than the upper epidermis. that's neat as hell!!!! i don't think that's the take you were going for, but it is an angle i enjoy and appreciate <:

that being said, even with this and any accurate read of jake really, him having an evil woman arc will have to take place in a specific set of circumstances methinks,, like mfer is probably actively performing an insanity act for Some Reason, an angry tired jake is more likely to revert to sopping wet bawling retreat anger than anything else. letting him snap and go bananas will only work if you character arc his ass enough to change a fundamental part of him!!! and a crockertier scream match is more in jane's favour for. y'know all the years of being a vent box for him. which i don't think is accessible on a count of, y'know, Literal Mind Control

i am the no.2 supporter on the Let Jake Be Batshit train (only second because i know at least four people who'd tie for first) but i don't think he'd seek out attention from beyond the 4th wall. because he can't handle the pressure of being perceived. no walls have ever needed to be broken for jake english to be a star - he's always been performing!! for the people around him, for the narrative, to be the oblivious himbo that never meant to do any wrong. the core of jake english and what drives him to extremes has always been to be liked, and to be safe. maybe those two things are the same to him. it gets suffocating, y'know? and when something gets too much, jake does what he's always done: he runs.

so yeah, no, i don't think so. do let him be a catty bitch tho!! he deserves that [:

[lunaslemons]

[Obey me Nightbringer spoilers]

Okay I wasn’t feeling lesson 28/29 it was okay but…eh Satan’s chapter was good I liked his. I had a lot to say but I got busy and now that moments gone so whatever. I related to most it and hit close to home for me.

Lesson 30…

I was a bit confused that we didn’t make a pact with beel in lesson 29. Now I know why, we need a Belphie‘s blessing (ironic) in order to marry make a pact with beel which, honestly I like that. I know a lot of people don’t like it think that belphie's being too possessive or whatever, but it makes sense I mean he lost his little sister because she fell in love with a human, now his twin who is his whole world practically wants to get closer with you a human. Yeah he’s gonna be a bit skeptical even though he’s chill with you now that fear/uncertainty is still going to linger within him, which I’m glad that they at least made him not 100% okay with it. even though he was set In killing you in the first game and fine with you now...

Now the Angels trial thing…I was so pissed for the reason most are sad about

This fucking bitch you better sleep with one eye open because when I catch you...

MOTHER FUCKER IS THE REASON WHY I HAD TO PAUSE BEFORE TELLING SOLOMON HE'S A SHIT COOK

other note I love his pettiness and asswholeness it's what I've been expecting and I'm loving it but fuck you dude for making my fictional fail wife sad

LIKE LOOK HOW SAD HE IS

Then we just say fuck it Luke’s carrying around a damn boiled egg than his magic egg like??

I know it’s supposed to be like “ohh you passed because you told a good lie yay” but wouldn’t not crushing Solomons hopes and dreams be a good lie? Or is it like the sake of everyone else's life vs his feelings? Idk I was like “mc keep your damn mouth shut and you’ll be fine”

NOW HE'S SAD CMON

I’m not actually mad I was having fun with this lesson

Oh yeah...

✨Cliffhanger✨

It was going to happen eventually but in the middle of our pact making...i smell.... ✨Drama✨

I've been wanting more drama and angst because how else and I going to feel emotions. Anyways I hope we almost die again and I can only imagine the shit show of Mc and solomon explaining how their going through the plot of Back to the future

[accirax]

initial thoughts on DCAS episode 10

wait, Gabby actually said "baddie"? i thought she said "buddy." Ellie is a bad bitch send tweet

given everything that happened in this episode, i honestly forgot this happened. i'm sure it'll come back to be important at some point, though. putting this here to try to help keep it in my mind.

Gabby and Ellie are literally the cutest, my goodness. i thought their ship was okay in S1 (i didn't really understand why Ellie would like Gabby, and to some extent i still don't), but DCAS has made me love them. they just care about and revere each other so much........

god, he's literally the worst (/hj /pos)

does Yul actually care about/need the money? i thought he was only on the show for the publicity. i want to know the Yul lore so bad...

what does Gabby think this alliance is meant to accomplish, exactly...? actually, i take back my confusion. Yul literally tried to poison Aiden in S2. there's a precedent for her believing that the alliance would commit actual crimes.

i cannot believe that Yul canonically knows what Tumblr is. hi Yul

this made me cackle. i'm glad every time that Aiden gets to be more sassy and hotheaded again, especially when it's behind someone's back like this. that rashness is what prevents him from being the super vanilla character that people like to make fun of him for being, and what causes him to do interesting things in the narrative.

honestly, this was way more understated than i expected. and, possibly than it should've been...? like, Jake. Tom literally lied to you just to avoid you. this is actually (in my opinion) something you could be justifiably pissed about.

HE'S SO PANICKED AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING EJECTED FROM THE GAME. HE CARES A LOT ABOUT PLAYING. I WANT TO KNOW THE YUL LORE SO BADDDDDDD

this can't actually be the end of Emily's character, right? right?

i'm glad this scene exists because it makes way more sense that there would still be some hostility between these two after the events of S1. they need time to cook before they can become besties for real :)

Gabby, respecter of girlfriends everywhere

honestly, i thought that she was going to straight up shoot Yul (with paint) after this. it would've been deserved.

...RIGHT???

...how? other than figure, those two look pretty much nothing alike. also, hilarious unforced error given the result of this episode. imagine if this slip up winds up essentially costing Tom the win.

is it just me, or was there more swearing than normal this episode? not super important, but it was noticeable.

this is a really valid argument. why did this count? whatever.

KING!!!!!!! see, i was right to bring up how Alec is great at challenges.

he's an Fi lead (MBTI reference)

KING PART 2!!!!!!!! i love Alec

again, i like seeing this side of Aiden. while i wouldn't say he's as petty as Jake, he's still petty enough to continue the feud instead of trying to be the bigger person. he's got depth!

ABSOLUTELY the best strategic move for the villains. i'm very happy with this elimination, although, i was never a huge Ashley fan. my heart goes out to those who are.

not only that, but the disventure is over too.

Jake is truly going to be 100% alone in this game, now, and entirely due to his own doings. very excited to see how he proceeds from here.

this is a winner's cut moment, ngl.

what did the writers mean by this

aaaaand, that's the episode! i enjoyed this one. it reminded me of the good ol' S1 days, where i got to watch Fiore and Alec absolutely trample all of the heroes with their superior strategy. (i stan the villains, if that wasn't obvious by this point.) i'm well aware that those days can't last forever, but that just makes me even more inclined to revel in them while they're still here.

i do still hope that one of Jake, Tom, and Aiden gets eliminated soon, though. this episode specifically i don't think was an instance of plot armor-- like i said, i think Ashley was by far the most sensible boot given the situation-- but the longer all three of them stay in, the more it does feel like the writers playing favorites than how the game would genuinely shake out.

i'm quite curious as to what the next trailer will show us. are we headed towards another hero boot, or will the villains start beefing already? will the inevitable trevek conversation happen next episode? and is Emily really gone???? i hope not :,( see you next week!

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Oh my god I have to say that! I just adore your your answer to the "love question" between Griffin and Valtor! It's so it is so accurate and I can totally see it!

I love the way you discribe Valtor being head over heels with her and that he calls Griffin's defection to the enemy a "silly stubborn phase". Because he would totally do that!

And in general everything fits perfectly with both of them! Griffin would totally wait until she says it. Gosh and the fact that he was so confident in himself that he just knew she would never not love him back. That's so him. But also that he knew "their love will last forever". Idk it just touches something in my heart. Because besides his big ego it also means that he sees her as worthy enough, that he trusts her enough to keep her by his side forever. That he sees a future with her. That's just- wow.

I also like the last paragraph. The way Griffin feels kinda vindicated when he talks about what they had/about his feelings after she left. And btw does that mean that some of the CoL members denied that there were real feelings between them? Bc if yes then I would love that even more when that would mean that Valtor literally threw it in their faces.

Thank you so much! Considering how long it took me to figure this out, I'm glad you agree that it makes sense for them!

He just has to be a dick. She may hate him now but he's saving both their image (and maybe getting back at her a little for betraying him because he knows how much his behavior is pissing her off). She will be grateful to him once she comes back to her senses and rejoins him. It's better to go with this than admit that there's a serious rift between them and she might have some genuine reason to prefer working with the people who despise them both over staying with him.

His ego might be a bit too big for anyone's good, really, but he does absolutely include her into his sense of superiority. She is better than anyone else and the only one for him... so of course she'd see it that way too and stay with him forever. The opposite hasn't even crossed his mind. (*looks at camera like I'm on The Office*)

I think that some of the Company members (at first, it was pretty much all of them) cannot handle the implications of Griffin and Valtor's love being real so they prefer to deny/ignore it. Which is, of course, hard to do when Valtor so obviously treats her differently from anyone else but well, if that's the case, it was clearly because she was unhinged enough to match even him somehow. Unfortunately, after she joins them, it becomes clear that that was not the case so they all have to deal with the realizations that maaaaybe they were wrong and the love is real. But that's too much especially in the current circumstances so they (mainly Oritel and Hagen but everyone else also pointedly plays blind to certain things) prefer to not pay it any mind thus giving Valtor absolutely golden opportunities to mess with them. Everything would be so much easier if they just worked their way through their own issues but hey, it's war time. You can't blame them for trying to preserve their energy for the life-or-death stuff. And well, you also can't blame Valtor for being a petty bitch and a brilliant strategist and throwing it in their faces every chance he gets. Griffin certainly finds no fault with his actions.