#Magic Anons Expiration

[askglassanon]

You're going back to the way you both were before. The spell is wearing off in a more violent way. *hands them both pain killers* -🐝

*Glass quickly eats hers and Prism shivers staring at it momentarily before eating hers and gagging* - Glass

[stronglobe]

What’s the best love you’ve ever had

This question sent me down a spiral I don't know 😭

[respectthepetty]

Your post about being happy that there are so many queer media to watch nowadays, even the bad ones is just spot on. I live in a homophobic country and I'm still in the closet at 25. so imagine growing up, discovering yourself, being so afraid and then have all the queer content you find end with the characters dying, being laughed at, or reduced to harmful stereotypes. because what did that mean for silly young closeted me?

But now?

Now I'm thriving, i get to experience queer love, queer joy, even queer dumbassery lmao. These reminders, despite still feeling stuck, constantly show me how other queer people are moving forward and living their lives—and it's beautiful, even the trashy ones (which always are the most fun to watch)

So thank you for your post. It’s a reminder that our stories matter, no matter how imperfect!

Anon, although I live in the United States, I have always lived in a super conservative county where the town clerk refuses to issue marriage licenses to queer couples (and sometimes people of color depending on the day). We have billboards coming into town telling everyone they are going to hell and compared to all my friends in bigger cities who had to wait for the COVID vaccine, I got mine in 2020 when they were mostly only available to medical staff because the medical staff at our hospital refused to get it because Trump told them not to or some shit, so the local pharmacy begged anyone to get the shot before they expired. For a long time, my town refused to let cable or internet companies come in because then we would be exposed to sinful media.

But I ain't moving!

So although I haven't lived your experience, I feel ya.

Which is why I love all the discourse about QLs. If someone loves a show, I want to see why. If someone hates a show, I want to hear all about it. Because for so long, I had NOTHING! I was looking at the bible in Catholic school like . . . "Judas, you could've just told Jesus you wanted him instead of doing all this" *sign of the cross* and we all know how that ended for both of them.

Now, I'm trying to figure out where to find the time to watch all that is being offered to me! I can be picky now! I can dislike a show without feeling like ALL queer content will be taken away from me. I can get characters giving hand jobs, rim jobs, and blow jobs without having to pay-for-view at 1 am praying that the volume stays low.

I have watched some of the worst imaginable queer content, and I have watched queer porn with a plot which has smacked, and not just literally *wink*. I have watched so many queers be buried in ways that people cannot even begin to fathom. I have seen more than my fair share of queer media, and I can say without a doubt that these BLs are giving us some of the best variety of queers I have ever seen, and regardless if they are true to the queer experience (Dinosaur Love, I'm looking at your wild ass), two men holding hands is really fucking queer to these homophobes regardless of the plot. Two men cuddling in bed is super queer to these homophobes regardless of how aligned it is with the queer experience. Two women kissing is giving a homophobe a heart attack right now!

Century of Love had homophobic crew members. Those people got a paycheck for filming a BL while tweeting homophobic comments. Homophobia doesn't magically go away because we have queer content, which is a truth you and I know, but it gives me tiny pleasure knowing that 1) the show is airing on a popular-ish Thai channel in a prime-time slot, and 2) homophobes had to film two men kissing, multiple times. If we can't beat (the fuck out of) them, at least we made them feel super uncomfortable for even a teeny tiny bit.

And that's the other half of this - Not only do we get to consume all of this, but others are being exposed to it. These shows are airing in their countries ON TV. These actors are being shown in ads on TV and doing spreads for magazines. So while my town has billboards telling us to seek Jesus or perish in the fires of hell, Apo and Mile are eating Lay's on a billboard somewhere in Thailand.

Because this isn't just about the queers watching but about the homophobes and even the in-betweens witnessing it.

Give me all the trashy series (Dinosaur Love, still looking at you)! Give me the series that have absolutely no plot except two boys holding hands. GIVE ME EVERYTHING! Because no matter what I get, I guarantee it is pissing off some grandpappy somewhere, and that's really the queer experience; pissing people off for not only existing, but having the audacity to thrive despite it all.

So thrive, QL Land, THRIVE!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can you do Bachelors reacting to using the Farmer’s Return Scepter/any of their Warp Obelisks on the farm for the first time? I wanna know which ones would love it and which ones would get motion sickness up the wazoo lmao.

Get ready, anon. The post turned out to be a little larger than I expected 😅

Thank you for your ask) Enjoy!

Bachelors react to Farmer using Return scepter/warp obelisks for the first time:

Elliott:

Oh, what a wonderful morning for Elliott! Beautiful sunrise, pleasant sea breeze, magnificent! Elliott is also happy because yesterday he finally finished the last chapter of his new novel. He went out to the sandy shore to get some fresh air, and noticed the Farmer on the shore. Perfect, they were the ones he wanted to talk to about his book.

"Farmer, my dear friend, good morning! I would like to invite you to a screening of my new novel, which will be in..."

Before Elliott could finish speaking, Farmer's figure vanished from his field of vision in the blink of an eye.

...

Excuse me, what?

Then the Farmer appeared as quickly as they disappeared. They set crab traps on the seashore and disappeared again. And they appeared again, and disappeared again, and again...

Poor Elliott was already beginning to get motion sick at the sight of this picture, so he quickly ran up to the Farmer as they teleported back to the shore and asked him to stop for a moment.

"My friend, please dispel my doubts and tell me that you really just disappeared several times, otherwise I will think that I have lost my mind."

The Farmer reassured Elliott and pointed to their magical scepter, also mentioned for the obelisks, one of which transports the Farmer straight to the shore.

Elliott overcame his strong desire to try the magic scepter for new sensations. Maybe next time, because he recently had breakfast, and would not want his vestibular apparatus to withstand such attractions due to chaotic teleportation.

Shane:

...

What the fuck just happened?

......

Looks like he shouldn't have drunk that expired beer from JojaMart. Not only did he recently have indigestion, but he also began to hallucinate. Teleporting people, bluh...

Unfortunately to him, the incident with the Farmer's teleport right in front of his face happened again, but this time - Shane is sober.

...............

Is he out of his mind?

The next day, he quickly catches up with the Farmer and asks them to step aside so they can talk in private. Asking about those cases with teleportation, Shane expected a mockery from the young Farmer and advice to stop drinking so much alcohol.

Except the Farmer does not taunt him, but nods their head, showing Shane the golden scepter and thus confirming their words.

Shane has... mixed emotions about this.

Because he was convinced that there was nothing in the world that science could not prove.

And now, here we fucking go - magic and crap, for fuck's sakes.

Give him goddamn break.

Sam:

Wow! Amazing!

Sam wanted to invite them to hang out together on the beach, but before he could even say a word, the Farmer raised the golden scepter into the air and disappeared somewhere.

The next day, he immediately finds them and asks what was that.

Return scepter? Can he try it too?

The Farmer gave him the scepter to use once, and Sam was completely shocked by what was happening. They were near his house, and now they are on the porch of the farm. That is so cool!

Now Sam doesn't stop talking about the magic scepter.

How does it work? Were they drifted from the dimensional holes, or did they get stuck in the wall? Does the scepter only transfer to the farm? Can he teleport to Zuzu City? There's a great eatery that serves the best pizza in the world and..

Oh Yoba, Sam, please...

He begs them to let him use this magic item to prank Lewis.

If the Farmer refuses, explaining that this is not a toy, then Sam will be cool with that, although he will still grumble a little about such a lost opportunity to poke the mayor.

But If the Farmer agrees... Oh ho ho, Lewis will only dream of peace now...

Harvey:

Unfortunately, there was so much work accumulated over the past week that Harvey had to sit with documents until late in the night. The Farmer, seeing how tired the doctor is even on weekends, offer him some help, to which he politely refuses, not wanting to pile work on an already very busy friend.

And yet, when Harvey almost fell asleep right on his desk on another weekday, the Farmer entered the clinic door, with a homemade pickles and a cup of hot coffee as a gift for a workaholic.

Harvey said they shouldn't have done it, but the Farmer insisted that at least a strong coffee would keep him on his toes.

"Oh, I forgot the truffle oil at home! I'll be back in one moment."

"Really, Farmer, you shouldn't..."

The Farmer lifted up the strange staff and vanished out of the blue.

....

That's it, congratulations Harv. He's finally went cuckoo, they told him many times not to overwork, but who did he listen to, what kind of doctor is he after that.

The Farmer appeared before Harvey's gaze with a bottle of the promised truffle oil.

And at that moment, Harvey chuckled softly... and fainted.

The Farmer has a very long time to bring the feeling of Harvey, to apologize to the doctor for such a sudden disappearance, to scold him for bringing himself to such a state, and to explain how the obelisks and the return scepter work.

Yeah, Harvey will have to drink something stronger than coffee after this...

Alex:

Alex noticed the Farmer near the strange cylindrical buildings on the farm, and before he could call out to them, he saw how they touched one of the pillars and... disappeared!?

What????

Surprised Pikachu face :O

Alex, forgetting everything in the world, immediately ran towards the obelisks, looking at each of them for a minute.

He decided to touch the very obelisk that they touched and... Wow! Where is he? Oh, it's Ginger Island! And the Farmer is here too.

Alex at first, excitedly, asks them what the buildings are that brought them both to the island. Not understanding Farmer's explanation, he heard one word explaining it all: magic.

Ah, ok

...

So, the Farmer has the ability to arrive at Ginger Island even if Willy can't bring them by boat for some reason, right? 😏

Hey, don't look at him like that, it's a boring winter in the valley and he'd love to hang out on a tropical beach.

Okay, Farmer gave him permission to use this obelisk.

"Cool, thanks! By the way, how are we going to get back to the Valley without Willy's boat?"

"Oh, I'm just using my return scepter and..."

The Farmer left the scepter at home on the farm. Oops...

Sebastian:

Sebby went out for a smoke near a mountain lake until he heard the Farmer running straight to the door of his house. Huh, they must have gone to his mom's to buy furniture or order new farm building. Five minutes later they went outside again.

"I understand Robin, give me a minute I will come and bring the wood you needed!"

So they decide to build something, a shed or another coop? Still, Sebastian is not sure that they will have time to bring so much wood in just a one minute, before the shop is closed. Although the farm is nearby, it's not close to walk to it, and...

The Farmer has disappeared with a magical pop. Out of the blue. Like poof - and gone. Then returned a minute later, as promised, with wood for the order, and went inside the house to give Robin the necessary resources.

Sebastian was so shocked by what had happened that he dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

They went outside again and were about to raise the Return scepter into the air when Sebastian called out to them in a low voice.

"Return scepter? Cool. Can I look at it? If you don't mind, of course."

The Farmer suggested that Sebastian try using the artifact. The sensations were indescribable. The Farmer and Sebastian were enveloped in a light magical haze, he felt a pleasant tingling, and in a moment they were both at the farm.

They invited Sebastian home to talk about this artifact that interested him and drink a cup of coffee. Sebby accepted the invitation, there's nothing to do in the evening anyway.

[fullofbees]

Beel probably could legit milk his chest for milk. figure he has some in the fridge and mc drinks it before beel has to explain yeah no that milk beel owns its milk from beel.

A/N: You know, I've always loved the lactation kink but to have it flipped on its head with Beel as the one being milked... Blessed anon, you have opened my eyes lmao. I hope you enjoy!

CW: Lactation kink obvs, unintended breast milk drinking, no actual smut but there are reader's suggestive thoughts lmao.

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

The sight of the empty shelves before you is almost enough to send you into a rage that only Satan would be proud of. 

Responsibility for tonight’s dinner has fallen to you, despite your repeated protests, since Lucifer has been called away “unexpectedly” by Diavolo. For someone who can reprimand his brothers for hours at the slightest instance of them shirking their responsibilities, he sure knows how to abandon his just as fast. It’s not that you don’t understand how important the Prideful demon is to the Devildom, but the number of times he’s been conveniently called away on his dinner days is suspicious. And just like every other time, you’ve been left to sort out the mess they’ve left behind. 

Your mood is already sour at the mountain of homework you have to get through, so preparing dinner will waste what precious study time you have. Discovering that you now have to go shopping on top of that has downright pissed you off. 

Though it is futile, you give one last sweeping look over the shelves as if your anger might magically cause all your ingredients to appear. Seriously, you live in a realm that’s packed to the brim with magical artifacts, spells, and sorcerers and no one has figured out how to make grocery shopping instantaneous? 

Before another internal rant can begin, you spot a glass container sitting on the top shelf, pushed all the way to the back. You can’t reach it by standing on your toes so you quickly run to the dining room and drag a chair into the kitchen. Placing it in front of the open fridge, its perfect height allows you to climb up and grab the bottle with ease. 

The bottle reminds you of the old glass milk jugs you’d see in older cartoons, when the necessity of a milkman was a normal part of life. The liquid inside is white, though it is slightly thicker like a cream, leaving little milky waves on the sides as you turn the bottle to-and-fro in your hands. The glass is smooth, with no embossing or artistic label, no expiration date, and most curiously, no hastily scribbled “BEEL” to designate the sixth-born’s claim. You had figured that was the reason it had survived in the fridge so long, since no one dared to risk another gluttonous outburst from the demon, but the absence of such has only piqued your curiosity even more. 

Twisting the cap, it easily releases with a soft pop. You sigh in relief, thankful that the bottle is free from curses. Bringing the bottle closer to your face, you sniff at the contents. The scent is puzzling. It isn’t foul like spoiled milk would be, but it doesn’t have the neutral smell that you expect. There’s an underlying spice to it that is familiar. You wrack your brain, but no matter how many times you smell the liquid, the name for the mystery scent dies on the tip of your tongue.

“Well… bottom’s up!” You think to yourself as you take a quick swig from the bottle. After all, if it isn’t claimed, and the brothers have the audacity to leave you with an empty fridge, you deserve to partake in the spoils of forgotten treasure.  

If the smell was puzzling, then the taste was downright incomprehensible. Of the different beasts available to be milked in this realm, this tasted like none you have tried. Is this some kind of oat or nut milk? Come to think of it, it didn’t remind you of any of the types of milk back home either. Was this from the Celestial Realm? 

Taking another sip, you let the milk settle on your tongue before swallowing. Again, you aren’t able to place the taste. So you take another sip. And another. Another, another, another, until you’ve finished a quarter of the bottle. The flavor is sweet, but not sickeningly so. There’s a tang to it, a kick that isn’t spicy, but instead savoury. 

You don’t get a chance to continue your quest, instead being nearly toppled into the fridge by a frantic-looking Beel as he rips the container from your hands. 

“PLEASE, please tell me you weren’t drinking this!” The demon demands, protectively cradling the bottle to his chest, body half turned away from you as he curls in on himself in embarrassment. He refuses to meet your eyes, for if he did, he wouldn’t need to ask that question, damning evidence found as a milk mustache formed on your upper lip.

“Uhmm…” Hands still clutching onto the fridge door for dear life, you look at Beel in pure bewilderment, “I did?” You don’t know what’s gotten into the demon. You had double-checked that his name wasn’t on the bottle! “Is it yours?”

Beelzebub’s fingers anxiously twitch against the bottle wrapped in his arms, “Not exactly…” 

Climbing down from the chair, you now stand in front of the demon. Beel is the definition of a gentle giant, always careful despite his imposing size and strength. That’s why you’re concerned when he flinches away from you when you try to take the bottle from his hands. 

“Beel… what’s wrong?” You ask, one hand on his shoulder while the other gives a reassuring squeeze to his bicep. “Did I do something?”

The sixth-born shakes his head, “This isn’t… normal milk.” 

“Wha– What kind of milk is it?” Anxiety creeps into your voice. Did you just drink something poisonous?

With a heavy sigh, Beel finally manages to look at you. A deep blush has bloomed on his cheeks, the crimson color running down his neck. He looks like he just finished a game of Fangol, sweat beading on his forehead and his breaths seemingly erratic. “It’s mine…”

“But I didn’t see your name written– OH.” The realization hits you as you watch Beelzebub point to his own chest. Your own face begins heating up as you bury your head in your hands. “I am SO sorry Beel, I didn’t–”

A new idea jumps to the forefront. One that causes the heat in your body to flame between your legs. “So you can– you’re able to– you produce milk?”

The demon nods, one of his large hands nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

A tantalizing scenario materializes in your mind. 

You, sitting against the headboard of your bed. Beel, resting between your legs with his back to your chest. He whines as you massage his pecs, milk pebbling from his nipples before dripping down into the grooves of his abdominals. 

His hands fists his cock, the pace torturously slow as you had ordered. Every so often, his hand runs along his stomach, gathering up the spent milk before returning to stroke his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, such a good boy.~” You’d coo, pinching one of his erect nipples between your fingers. 

He begs for permission to speed up. You grant it as a reward for being good. 

He finally cums, seed spilling onto his stomach and hand as he sags against your body. He whines again when you move out from under him, letting him rest against your pillows. You settle yourself in between his legs, bending over his muscular frame to lick at his skin. 

The mixture of his milk and cum is sinful. It’s sweet and salty; simple yet savoury.

It’s familiar.

Finally, you have a name for the mysterious flavor of the milk. 

Emboldened by your newfound knowledge, and unabashed horniness for the demon before you, you decide to make your move. 

Beel looks helpless, like an abandoned puppy, tears forming in his eyes as you gently cup his face. You softly stroke your thumbs over his cheeks, catching the few tears that fall and wiping them away. Everything that needs to be said is conveyed in your loving gesture. 

You hold him like that for a minute or two before removing your hands to coax the bottle out of his grasp. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually gives it up, hand gripping his wrist anxiously as he watches you place the bottle back into the fridge. When you return to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body against yours. His hands fall to your waist, your skin always warm and pliable under his touch. 

Pulling back from the embrace only slightly, your touch is light as you trail your fingers along his collarbones and down the expanse of his chest. “Do you always produce milk?” You ask in a whisper.

“No,” he murmurs, “Only during heats.”

Humming in acknowledgement, your hands slide underneath his pecs before you push the flesh together. Your fingers dig into his skin as you cup his breasts, your right thumb teasingly flicking at his nipple. Beel whimpers above you and the sound makes your crotch pulse with need.

Pressing a kiss to the flesh through his shirt, you ask, “When’s your next heat?”

Beel bites his lip, trying to hold in a moan as your lips move to suck at his nipple, leaving a wet spot on his shirt. “T-Two months from now.”

Reluctantly, you pull away from your demon. As much as you want to continue teasing him, you know you have to leave. There’s still shopping to do, dinner to make, and essays to write. “Promise to come to me during your next heat?”

“I promise.” 

You smile, standing on your toes to properly kiss him. “Good. Now, why don’t you go change your shirt and come shopping with me? I’ll buy you that pudding you like.”

Beelzebub matches your grin, his previous embarrassment and arousal easily dissipating at the thought of food.

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[lyranova]

Out of the Black Clover captains, who do you think will be the best at giving romantic advice?

Hiya Anon!

Ooo…to be honest an arguement could be made for all the Captain’s on why they would give the best romantic advice; but personally I think it would be Kaiser or Fuegoleon (leaning a bit more towards Kaiser)!

Kaiser, as far as we know, is really the only Magic Knight Captain with any kind of serious “romantic expirence”, so in my head he’s probably learned a lot over the years which means he would have some very good and valuable advice for the other knights. “With expirence comes wisdom” as they say 😌.

Fuegoleon, in my opinion, is just really good at giving advice in general! So if he were to give any romantic advice I think it would be good and wise like Kaisers, even if he didn’t have any prior romantic expirence he would do his best to help out his friends!

Thanks for asking anon 🥰!

[swiftmitsu]

no no. trust me. you don't want peeps.

listen to me closely.

THEY DON'T. EXPIRE. THEY JUST DRY UP AND TURN INTO MARSHMALLOW BRICKS. MY FAMILY HAS SOME FROM A FEW YEARS AGO AND THEY STILL LOOK FINE.

those things are something else lmao

this is all /silly btw, just. don't trust those sugar bombs 😅

EHEHEHE OH ANON.

you must know this, i will always do the thing you tell me not to do >:3c

also now i want some JUST to dry them out.

i want to know how the sugar bricks taste and feel in my mouth ehhehe

AND I MEAN WHO KNOWS.

MAYBE THEYRE MADE OF MAGIC.

THAT’S why they don’t expire.

it’s gonna be like reverse spider-man. eat the sugar bricks and get peep powers 💪🐤

[ri-sin-sin-shine]

🧠 let’s hear the horny thoughts of Iyana

....why do I feel like this magic anon isn't going to expire?

....I hope i don't start getting wet whenever I see a buldge, since I can take them all now.

[tiramegtoons]

Damn no anon? Guess this gotta do

SOO IF U AND YOUR VER OF SNATCHER HAD A SHARED PLAYLIST HOW WILL IT GO?

NO ANONS? 🤨

Pfft- couldn’t help it-

Also good question!

I’ve compiled a list below that I feel would be in it:

“Is this Love” - Whitesnake 1987

“You’ll Never know”- Vera Lynn 1943

“Bipp”- Sophie (drainpuppet remix)

“You know me Better” - Roisin Murphy

“I’ll Be Around” - The Spinners

“Unexpectancy Part 2”- Pizza Tower (Or pretty much most of the soundtrack)

AHIT soundtracks especially Your Contract has Expired because of course he would listen to his own music-

“Woman” - Wolfmother

“One bad Man” - Midnight Riders(Left 4 Dead 2)

“Criminal” -Groundbreaking

“Murphys Law”- Roisin Murphy

“Am I Looking like this”- Lyre Le Temps

“Glitz at Ritz”- Jules Gaia

“Suite 1 Romeo and Juliet 64 Op. Bis: 6 Death of Tybalt”- Prokofiev

“Megalomaniac” - KMFDM

“Instant Crush” -Daft Punk

“Baby be Mine”- Michael Jackson

“I Want to be Bad”- Jack Hilton’s band 1929

“Self-Control”- Laura Brannigan

“Villian”- (English Cover) Justine M.

“Kiss Me”- Sixpence None the Richer

“Reet Petite” - Jackie Wilson 1957

“Just the two of Us”- Grover Washington

“Tornera” (You’ll return)- Natalino Otto

“You stepped out of a Dream”- Scatman John

“Friends on the other Side”- Keith David(The princess and the frog)

“I’m still Here”- John Rzeznik (Treasure Planet)

“Slice me Nice”- Fancy

“Who wants to Live Forever”- Queen

“Dancing in the Moonlight”- Ruth Etting 1933

“Puttin on the Ritz”- Taco (the classic Fred Astaires version is just as good)

“Guts” - Groundbreaking

“In the Dark of the Night”- Anastasia

“In a Moments time”- Skullgirls

“Tales of the Magic Tree, 4 Spider Knows his craft”- Litvinovsky

“What a Girl, what a Night”- Harry Reser 1929

“I Ricordi Della Sera”( Memories of the Night) - Quartetto Cetra

“Maddest kind of Love”- Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

“Undecided”- Ella Fitzgerald

“Enemy like Me”- Sim Gretina

“You were there”- Al Bowly 1936

That’s all I have for now, I’m sure it’ll grow even longer later on. :)

[askglassanon]

... pain killers for you both while you can still take them since I think I know what's going on -🐝

W-what?

*Glass barely finished speaking before buzzing loudly*

*Prism continues crying, equally confused* - Glass

[salvadorbonaparte]

Hello! I’m the anon that had asked @/Profiterole-Reads about any German or Latin American Spanish book recommendations. You said you may be able to help?

In terms of language levels, I’m about B2 with my Spanish, and A2 with my German. I’m looking to strengthen my reading skills in both, but am unsure where to start my search. I like reading fiction (contemporary, fantasy, and/or romance, but am not picky).

If you have any recommendations, that would be great! If not, that’s ok too; I just figured I’d ask. Thank you so much for your help!! Have an amazing day :))

Hello :) Sorry for the late reply but I have been moving back home for the summer haha

Well, I hope I can help.

First, I will recommend some resources that aren't books per se but help with reading. There are several apps and websites that offer parallel texts or texts with the option to look up vocabulary. Some examples include LingQ, Bilinguis, Beelinguapp, and Linga. These usually have short stories or novels with expired copyright, so usually classics. But because they offer parallel texts or vocabulary options, it doesn't matter that some of them look a bit more difficult.

My second recommendation are graded readers. They seem boring at first glance but they can be quite fun and helpful and eliminate some of the stress to read "real" literature. I know that the "short stories in XY for Beginners/Intermediate/Advanced" by Olly Richards are quite popular. I personally am fond of Circon books graded readers, who offer Spanish-German and German as L2 graded crime novels and short stories.

Now for some specific books:

Tschick - Wolfgang Herrendorf (this is technically a YA story but can be enjoyed by all ages, it's about two teenagers on a road trip and there is an English translation as well as a film)

Krabat - Otfried Preußler (this is technically a children's book but see above, it's a fantasy novel based on Sorbian folklore and full of dark magic, it's pretty dark actually, there is also a film)

Das Labyrinth des Fauns - Cornelia Funke and Guillermo del Toro (novelization of Pans Labyrinth, should be available in German and Spanish)

Mieses Karma - David Safier (this is a romance comedy novel about a woman reincarnated into an ant trying to get back with her ex, the same author wrote multiple funny romance novels that are quite popular and often have fantasy elements)

[respectthepetty]

Hii, i have been occupied and wanted to come back to watch BLS, my last one was naughty babe. So what's are your current obsession!?

Anon, you have missed a lot in the last six months! BL Land has had several shows in that time, and, of course, I've consumed most of them. My capability to become obsessed with a show is unparalleled, and as I mentioned in my last obsession list, I can be obsessed about several things simultaneously. Since you've been out for a minute, let me recap some of the shows I sent a Valentine's Day card too.

Note: These are NOT recommendations.

Shows I liked for color reasons but wasn't obsessed:

Twins

Pit Babe

Middleman's Love

My Dear Gangsta Oppa

Bake Me Please (* I AM obsessed with the lead actor, Guide)

Shows I liked for the colors AND the plot but wasn't always obsessed with:

The Sign

Perfect Propose

I Cannot Reach You

7 Days Before Valentine

I Became a Lead in a BL Drama

Shows I should've been obsessed with if I was normal:

Cooking Crush

Love for Love's Sake

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

So now that we recapped some of the shows I was mildly normal about, it's time for me to reveal the shows I'm currently so obsessed with that I cut off some of their hair while they slept and now I'm attaching it to a cloth doll in hopes of binding us together.

For. Ev. Ah.

Dead Friend Forever (forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?)

Obsession Level - Buying us matching BFF necklaces with vials of our blood attached to them after my therapist tells me my relationship with it is unhealthy, and I need to take a step back from it.

It just ended, and it isn't a BL, but I have no words. If I tried to explain why I'm so obsessed with this show, people would be really worried about my sanity. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't want to stop thinking about it. I hate all the characters. I love all the characters. I want them all dead. I want to raise them from the dead and make them do it all again. I want to heal them. I want to make them worse. I want to be in that house with them.

Unknown

Obsession Level - Holding pictures of it close to my heart while I lay in bed even though it is laying right next to me in the same bed because I need it to fully grasp just how crazy about it I am and have been.

It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about "brothers." And if you looked at my previous obsessed list, you know those three items are a clear path to Obsession City for me (Looking at you, Kiseki: Dear to Me).

Anti Reset

Obsession Level - Baking all its favorite sweet treats and sitting them on its porch early in the morning then running away even though I know the security camera is filming me each time (which is why I wear cute outfits when I do it).

It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about a robot. It doesn't hit all the points on my obsession scale, but it's part of Vidol/VBL's universe, so it has my attention and a little bit of my heart.

Lady Boy Friends

OB. SESSED! Level - Knowing it's expired and toxic, but I can't stop eating it because if ending up in the hospital is the price I have to pay and possible death, then I guess that's the sacrifice I gotta make.

It's a remake of a 2015 series, it dropped with no promo, and only one episode has aired, yet this show is hellbent on being a whole ass problem, so of course my trashy ass loves it. There is transphobia, homophobia, sexual harassment, colorism, elitism, and every other -ism that it could pile in because the entire show is begging to be everyone's trigger warning. There is a love story in there somewhere, but I don't give two shits about it when the skinny femmes and the fat femmes are fighting, and the one pictured above is about to enter her villain origin story. The subtitler is doing the Lord's work, and I feel truly blessed with this hot ass mess.

But please remember, one person's trash taste is not another person's treasure, so THESE ARE NOT RECOMMENDATIONS!

[pkmntrainersquid]

M!a!

On the next loop from the farthest one we’ve seen the loop will end.

Aka if the farthest loop is the 11th, the last loop will be the 12th.

> error resolved

> final duration: 4 days

> previous magic anon effect set to expire 00:00 6 24 2024

> new expiration time set 23:59 6 23 2024

[ringtownrangerlark]

Hello!

Hi there, I'm Lark (he/they), a Pokemon Ranger based in the Fiore region (Ranger ID 5861-2959, Rank 7). My partner pokemon is Sedge the rockruff. This blog is a part of outreach and interaction with people- whether other rangers, professionals, or just curious folks. Feel free to ask questions, or request help with any pokemon problem that you might be dealing with!

//OOC

This is a Pokemon rp/Pokemon IRL blog. The mun writing it is an adult (>25), any pronouns. Swearing and scientific/medical language regarding animal biology/ecology is going to be present here. I am open to basically any interaction:

-Roleplay with other blogs -Questions (in or out of character) -Ask memes -Requests (Coming into the inbox as if you're approaching the ranger for help. For example, "Hey my skitty ran up a tree!" or "The road between these locations is blocked!" or anything else you can think of. -Gifts/Pelipper mail -Magic anons are on but I reserve the right to refuse

Ask memes don't expire- if you find one you like, feel free to send it in, no matter how long ago I reblogged it.

Harassment will not be tolerated, but I am open to dark or harsh topics.

[krafterwrites]

Krafter Lore Masterpost

This is mostly just for people in the Eternal Afterparty server, but if anyone ever asks what's wrong with me, I can send them this post as an explanation. Here's, in roughly chronological order, a bunch of my lore

Part of my right ribs is just caved in for some reason. I have no clue why

When I was little I accidentally swished with water from a cup that had previously been used to hold water from our septic system (THE CUP WAS EMPTY AND DRY WHEN I FOUND IT AND THE WATER I SWISHED WITH WAS FROM THE TAP, I guess it just hadn't been cleaned because it was a plastic lego star wars cup). After my dad told me this, I freaked out because I thought I was going to get very sick/die. I vividly remember eating milk and graham crackers while very upset that night

One time I was watching All Hail King Julien while nauseous, and when Mort threw up in the show, it caused me to also throw up

I went to a trampoline park for some kid's birthday party, and they were putting this gas into the air to keep the park clean. It smelled bad, and it made me dehydrated. I also couldn't find the ingredients of it, so that was concerning

I dreamt I was in a McDonalds and slowly going further and further into the future of the McDonalds, eventually the McDonalds was in a creepy and evil forest and all the food sucked

I dreamt that I found Spamton and kept him as a pet, hiding him under my bed and giving him a laptop to scam people with

I dreamt that I went up and talked to some guy, and upon talking to him, the world around me faded and he said something about reality. Then I walked into a school gynasium and did some weird dark magic, which consumed and killed 8 people as part of a sacrifice. The dark magic that ate(?) them formed a big pillar, and then the pillar opened up, and the fucking Among Us imposter walked out of it. I killed 8 people in a sacrifice ritual so I could become an Among Us Imposter (Also Lulu thought I was hallucinating this because I think I forgot to mention it was a dream)

The Haunted Ring. I've already talked about this one so much, ask one of my friends about it

I dreamt that a tiny version of Scourge (Like about as high as my ankle) showed up in my room and started running around, so I trapped him under a cup and then released him outside

I went to a mini-golf course and had a pretty horrible time for several reasons. 1, it was like a hundred degrees out and there was no shade, so I was melting in the sun. 2, after finishing the golf and probably almost getting heatstroke, I got my mom to buy me so lemonade. I drank half the bottle, but it tasted funny, and then I realized that it had been expired for 3 years. I got bored, so I went over to some guy sitting on a bench to give him advice about the expired lemonade, but I stopped myself right after I began talking because I realized the guy was THE OWNER OF THE GOLF COURSE, WHO I HAD JUST BOUGHT SAID LEMONADE FROM LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO. I ran back into the golf course and hid on it because I was so embarrassed, even though I had stopped myself in time

Some anon last year kept asking me why Tails was full of love, like 4 times. They stopped sending in the asks after I said "Because he has love stored in his tails"

I got an anon saying "Krafture the flag" who I talked to for some time, and eventually found out who it was (It was Mikey and one of his friends)

I watched the entirety of Death Note in one day, I started watching it at about midnight while playing Minecraft, and kept going until I reached the end of the first half (Where L died) because I felt like I was going to die. After waking up at 2 PM, I ate some delicious fast food chicken and watched the second half. It turns out that I missed two entire episodes, though, which I watched several days later

I think that's all of the major ones, I am very tired right now though so I almost definitely forgot a few. Oh well

[poppiesandpromises]

I have a secret.

I found out a few days ago that I have at max 20 more years to live due to a genetic condition. I haven't told anyone, because it's such a long stretch of time away. It feels more likely that I'll die due to something careless before my clock counts down

But now I always feel it ticking, and I am afraid of the certainty of it

I don't want to be that person but science cures amazing things. Twenty years ago HIV was a death sentence and now HIV+ people are living long, full lives. I hope that science will not fail you. Having said that, knowing one's expiration date must make life feel so precious. I hope every day you are alive is magic, anon. Your poem follows. 💕