#NOT EVEN COLOR BLIND IM JUST STUPID

[bitchfendi]

you know how u can tell if someone liked a piece of media through their art, i wannna know if what medias yall think i took inspo from bc i honestly have no fucking clue

[jrueships]

tbh tho i think my art is fugly af LMFAO

[gatorbites-imagines]

can i request for power bottom Butcher (the boys) overstimulating subtop male reader until he's basically crying and shaking? :3 bonus points if reader has powers (but is not a sup)

Billy Butcher x Supe male reader

Ficlet

This lit something in my brain, but I am also tired, so the writing might be kinda messy. I didn’t have any specific powers in mind, but spiderman was in the back of my mind, so kinda based off that.

It’s been hard to get in the smut writing mood for a while, so im tryna dip my toes back into it. Hopefully it’s still good even though I’m rusty.

not proofread 🤞

The motel room was hot and humid, sweat running down the side of your forehead and into your hairline. You could taste the salt whenever you licked your lips, the dingy mattress under you soaked from all the sweat and other bodily fluids that had left not only you but Butcher as well.

The yellowed sheets were streaked with dirt from his heavy boots as he crouched above you, your chest shuddering as his strong hands grasped tightly at your calves. If it wasn’t for your healing factor, dark bruises would have dug into them a while ago, but they faded as soon as Butcher left them on you, making him grumble something about supes and their stupid powers.

You were the only one naked out of the two of you, body glistening in what little light passed in through the blinds, your hair a mess and eyes wet from unshed tears. Butcher had only kicked off his pants, even dragging them down and off, leaving his boots on before he had clambered up onto the bed and shoved your legs up by the knees.

Amazon position, you think it was called, something you had only seen online once or twice. But here was Butcher, smirking down at you as you grip at the sheets, tearing the cheap covers like tissue paper as you panted and moaned. There was something feral in his eyes as you tried to hump up into him, but the way he held your legs and pressed his weight down on you made it almost impossible, even with your super strength.

“B-Butch” you pant out, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to find the words, tongue feeling thick and useless, leaving you floundering like a fish out of water. You two had been going for hours, or rather, Butcher would push and pull at you, put his mouth on you, or jerk you till you were almost there. But then he would pull back, patting you on the head and telling you “Be good” before doing something else.

It could be anything from scrolling through the few channels on the cheap motel tv, to him going out to smoke a cigarette, or leaving to just wander the area or going to the store. The last one he had done before he came back to climb on top of you as he was now, his sturdy body bearing down on you so deliciously.

You were so close, close enough that it made you feel like you were about to cry. Something Butcher could easily tell, if the growing predatory smirk on his face meant anything. A warbled cry left you as he pulled up and off you again, a slick wet noise sounding as his hole pulled off your cock. You didn’t need to look to know that your length was a deep pained color, your balls so full and heavy that they felt almost as tortured as your cock.

Butcher laughed, voice heavy and dominant in the way that made your brain feel like mush melting out of your ears. Your bottom lip drew up and wobbled as you tried hard not to beg or cry, vision growing so blurry with tears even as Butcher’s hand reached down and patted your cheek. “Come on pup, you can take it, can’t ya?” he laughed, his voice so deliciously taunting and cruel that it made you throb, precum pouring out of your slit and down your sensitive aching shaft.

“Ya wanna be good for me, I know you do. My little supe” Butcher purred, leaning down just enough to ghost a kiss against the crown of your head. His satisfied tone made the tears spill over, a shaky sob leaving your chest as you dug your fingers into the mattress, a loud rip ringing out throughout the motel room.

The tsk that left Butcher made your heart ache, another pitiful pained sob leaving you. But this time it was not from the gut aching need to cum, but the very idea that you might have disappointed him. As his hand cradled your face more surely, you couldn’t help but nuzzle into it, kissing at his callused palm as you whimper out broken slurred apologies.

The silence felt heavy and loaded, but in the end, Butcher just sighed like one would sigh if they found out their pet had chewed up the carpet. “Can’t expect a supe like you to control himself. But ya did good enough, good boy” he rumbled out. And before you knew it, that tight wet heat was swallowing up your cock once more, punching the breath out of your chest as you keened, lost for words as Butcher started riding you like he was punishing you.

“come on boy, cum for me, show me what a supe like you has to offer” he growled out in that hot purred way, his weight slamming down on you as he worked his knees. You felt dizzy, sweat pouring off your body as you gasped and let out noises closer to a bark than a moan, the noise punched out of you every time his weight fell on your own.

It was almost enough, but there was something missing, even Butcher seemed to realize this. So, as you cried out tears of edging and sensitivity, Butchers strong hand grasped your chin, pressing his thumb and fingers into your jaw to make it unhinge and hang open. Your vision cleared up just enough to see him purse his lips, and watch as he spat into your mouth.

You couldn’t even tell if his spit had hit your tongue before you came, a noise coming from deep inside your chest as your entire body shook, jolts and quivers rushing through you as your entire lower body burned. It felt like you were underwater, his deep voice nothing more than a pleasant hum as he presumably praised you, his body pressing down on yours more insistently until you could only imagine he had finished too.

You felt like a well loved toy when he rose up off of you, standing on the ruined torn mattress as you spread out like an unfolded piece of paper, silent tears still running down your cheeks as you shivered from the aftershocks. A shaky whimper left you as you sensed Butcher getting off the bed and leaving to somewhere, but he was back before you could start crawling out of that blurry but pleasant spot you were in.

Butcher pressed kisses to your sweaty hair as he wiped you down, his voice low as he rumbled more praise and words of affirmation, even though he knew you couldn’t fully register what he was saying yet. His beard tickled as the kisses traveled down to your cheek, before they pressed against your own, Butcher leaving a sweet lingering kiss on your bitten lips.

Easily Butcher picked you up, moving you to the second bed of the motel room. There was no saving of the torn monstrosity that had been the bed he had played with you on all day, with the large rips and the stuffing spilling out. Hed remember to leave extra cash for it when you two left.

With a sigh Butcher shrugged off the rest of his clothes, crawling into bed beside you, letting you melt into his hairy chest as Butcher scrolled through the few channels on the tv. He settled on some Spanish telenovela, a loving huff leaving him as he felt your hands sticking to his chest as you lost grip of your powers. With a last kiss to the top of your head, Butcher settled back, letting you take all the time you needed to come back to earth. After that, he would get some food and drink in you, and a shower, you both needed that.

[deadgirlsnoring]

IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

[ohbo-ohno]

congratuwelldone on 1k! well deserved!! how about 'being followed' for the prompt game?

-391780

1k game here - no more please!

i know it's been DAYS lmao im so sorry for dropping off on these. i actually forgot how to speak english for like 4 days there. anyways!!! @391780 tysm for the prompt! i went with price since i know he's your guy :) hope i did him justice!

1.2k of walking home from the bar and running into price. no smut! very sweet actually, i think (cw for implied past bullying in like 3 lines)

Your hands are buried deep in your pockets, one hand wrapped around a can of pepper spray and the other trying not to shake.

God, it's cold. Your nose has gone completely numb, and every puff of breath nearly blinds you until the air clears again.

You curse your past-self for ever being stupid enough to go out with an old group of high school friends. You should've known they'd leave you stranded, and you certainly should've known better than to not take your own car to the pub.

Now here you are, a couple glasses of wine in, taking the miserably long walk home.

It's shameful. You're shamed.

You're so caught up in your own self-pity, you don't even notice that there's someone following you, the crunch of ice and sleet beneath their boots loud. You don't notice until there's a hand wrapping around your elbow, and a low voice saying, "Excuse me, miss-"

You don't think, just react. You're already screaming as you whirl around with your pepper spray held high, spraying it into the night air.

To line up with the rest of your horrible night, it doesn't work. You push down the button at the top over and over again, and yet nothing comes out.

You and the stranger stare at each other, both with wide-eyed shocked expressions.

He's far more properly bundled up than you, with a matching knit hat, scarf, and gloves, and a thick green jacket that looks impossibly warm. You can still see that the tip of his nose is red, even surrounded by all of the bushy facial hair he's got.

You both stand silent for a few moments, your aggressive taps to the top of your pepper spray slowly petering off. Then it just gets... awkward. Just you and the stranger you'd try to pepper spray.

"Uh," you finally say, taking a few steps back from him. His hand falls away easily, but he's quick to reach out and try to steady you again when your heel slips against the sidewalk. "Can I help you?"

He makes a low sound, somewhere between a noise of disbelief and a laugh, and his whiskers twitch around his face. "I was trying to help you, love." He holds a small black square out to you. "You dropped your wallet."

It's hard not to let your mouth hang open, but you manage to keep some of your dignity. Instead of gaping, you snatch the little square of leather with fingers that are just barely shaking, stuffing it and the pepper spray back into your pockets.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to follow me - for multiple blocks - and grab me?"

He rubs his chin with a gloved hand, and you're quite sure that if it were any brighter out you'd see a blush coloring his cheeks. "Well," he gruffs, voice deepening slightly before he clears his throat and starts again. "I suppose I hadn't thought of how it might seem to you."

"A stranger grabbing my arm in the middle of the night? You hadn't thought of how that might look?"

Now you can see his blush. "I'm sorry for the scare, love, truly. Better off scared than without a wallet though, yeah?"

You're still a little shaken up, so you cross your arms tight over your chest and turn up your nose as much as you can. It doesn't work too well, considering no matter how much you try to look down at him he still towers over you.

"I guess," you concede. "Still. It's bad manners to scare a woman like that."

Now he smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I don't know my manners. How about I take you to dinner, to make up for it?"

Your first instinct is to say no, to continue on your way home and keep an eye out for any shadows following you. And maybe it's the few glasses of wine, the rejection you're still nursing, but it occurs to you that it has been quite some time since you went on a date.

You give the stranger another long look. He's tall and broad, big in a way that sparks interest low in your belly. He's also blocking the wind from chilling you further, and you're not in any rush to lose that.

You sniff, shift a little and roll back your shoulders. "Why?"

He cocks an eyebrow. "Why?"

You make a hurried little gesture with your hand, like yes, obviously.

"Does a man need a reason to ask a pretty woman on a date?"

"He does when he's just followed her several blocks from a bar."

He laughs again, a harsh, booming sound in the nearly empty street. "You're not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?"

You try to bite back the small smile you can feel growing, know you fail when his own grin grows. "No, I don't think I will."

He steps a little closer, offering an arm. "Good. I like a woman with a spine."

You laugh as you take his arm, leaning probably a little too close considering this man is still a stranger. "You'll get all that and a little more with me. Now, if you expect a date, we're going to have to find the closest breakfast place."

He hums, tugging you a little closer and beginning to walk a different direction that your house. "Breakfast?"

"Yep," you pop the 'p', just barely resisting the urge to burrow further into him. He's warm. "I've had wine, which means I need pancakes. No pancakes, no date."

He laughs again, and you feel the vibrations through his side. You can't help but giggle yourself, feeling unexpectedly comfortable.

"Pancakes it is, then. By the way, what's your name, love?"

You tell him, then he repeats it back to you.

"I'm John. John Price."

"Do you carry an ID? I should send someone a picture if we head off together. Make sure they can find my body and all that."

He shoots you a bemused glance, eyebrow raised. "If you're worried I might hurt you, shouldn't you be running the other direction?"

You roll your eyes. "If I ran away from every person I thought might hurt me, I'd never go on a single date again. Is that a no to the ID question, then? Because I'm afraid we'll be cutting our date early if that's the case."

"No, no," he assures, digging his own wallet out of his pants. He holds out his ID a moment later, and you pluck it easily from his fingers with your phone camera already pulled out. "It's good you're so vigilant, love. Feel free to send that to whoever you'd like."

You hum, snapping a picture and quickly making sure it's come out clearly before texting it to your best friend with a quick recap of your little meet-cute. "Military?"

"Yes, ma'am. Captain."

You nod like you know what that means, tucking your phone away again and nudging him forward. "Are you important, then?"

He laughs, this time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side. "Something like that. Now, I believe you demanded pancakes?"

You can't help but giggle at the word demanded, doing your best to nod seriously. "Of course. Lead the way, Captain."

He hums, rubbing your shoulder, and you can't help but feel hopeful for where the night will go.

[theoldoor]

ok tell the doctors/professors mr Aventurine of Stratagems

the more i draw and develop fenrir the more i get detached to him as a creator

to me he’s an npc that was canon and appeared once and no one cared about like that one ipc guy with argenti and i am so in love with them i need to be put down, theyre every tropes their is, angst or not they are everything and yet nothing defines them i am going to plummet down a building and die theyre so opposite

they dont match each other freaks, they complement each other freakness and create a balance that blends together so well yet so chaotic

they’re not good people. aventurine, despite everything he had gone through - he was not a good person either and that goes the same with fenrir. they are survivors, and what they do is that they bite to live. they pave the bath to tomorrow by force and they ARE CRUEL, but they must be as the world gave them no rest.

oh IM FUCKING SIICICKCKKKK aventurien and fenrir with the eyes symbolism and motifs…

was it casual when he can’t tell your eye colors, your hair color, your face yet he still sees you better than anyone can? IM GOING TO JUMP AND DDIIIIEEEEEAAAAGGUGHHHH

aventurine hating his eyes and was always trying to hide it. he doesnt value them and would sell it any day if it shined or whatever. ( i know he’d still try to keep onto it bc avgin heritage and shii but just just put that aside ok ) yet during talia, aventurine was still willing to share his sight, SHARE HIS EYES to fenrir - who’s blind without glasses cuz yk, albinism.

once i hate a dream of fenrir and aventurine getting freaky and i was aventurine but in a way i cant control anytihng the sex was so good i broke down in the dream so hard i woke up crying in real life cuz they were so tender and affectionate with one another and its not even canon shit it’d write for them (am i cooked, is this a hyperfixation cuz ive been forgetting a lot of shits just so that i can devote my stuff to this pairing omg im cooked)

“i curse my eyes for not being to share its vision with you” or whatever the lines he said was and oh my god that quote i didnt even write that shit he siad it in myd reams and shit im so delusionally cooked

- “i curse MY eyes”, he claim it as his, he was finally accepting of his eyes

- “vision” BRO THAT MEANS HE SEES FENRIR IN A WAVELENGTH OF LIGHT DIFFERENT THAN SIGHT CUZ THERES NO NEED FOR SIGHT WHEN U GOT VISION BUT FENRIR DOESNT SEE THE VISION, HE WAS ONLY SHARED THE SIGHT IM FJFUFUCICKIKIGN

ok enough rambling here’s fenrir’s canoncal eyes but i was just too lazy to draw em bcc…. gems. bro. i will not draw that. but he has like the gems eyes + sideway pupils cuz he a prey and shi. sheep in wolf clothing typebeat.

i want it to be something related to his lore as well, bc his birth was quite… stupid and i desperately need to rewrite that. i wanna make him like astarion jr so that he has connection to obsidian and then obsidian sent aventurine to strike a deal with talia to be an undercover plan his ass to her or whatever cuz vampires and fenrir is like an incubus-based-race

also talia crumbs,

i know damn well boothill gets emotional whenever he ses aventurine and fenrir raising hermia in talia, it’d def remind him of his home when Nick and Graey was still alive and he was a young lad being raised by them

[m4sonn]

⍟~ Hatred and cuddles ~⍟

(tahbks to pokie @peachyponyboyy for hklpyng me with ygis and the anon wgo sugghested it)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ��𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

You were Sodapop’s twin brother. You were just kind of there. You weren’t a greaser, you just didn't like how it made your hair look. I guess you could be considered a hippie? You could never touch a blade or use a bottle, you were all about peace. Steve slightly disliked you because of that, you were just so… calm… it irritated him. You wouldn’t fight with him and never really argued with anyone and it just pissed him off!! He didn’t know what exactly about it pissed him off but it just did.

Right now, he was waiting for someone, just anyone, to get to the Curtis house. It was just the two of you, it was pretty late at night but no one was home. Dally was in the cooler, two-bit was babysitting his sister for once, Darry was still at work, soda was out at who knows where, and he couldn’t care less what Johnny and ponyboy were doing. You were currently in your pajamas, a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy old shirt, a hand me down from Darry. You couldn’t quite get the smell of darry’s cheap ass dollar general cologne out of it, no matter how many washes it went through and no matter how many years you’ve had it.

He sat on one bed of the couch and you sat pretty close next to him. You guys were watching whatever was in the TV, it was kind of boring since you were too poor for cable but it was whatever. You were pretty tired, but you didn’t wanna get up and go to your room. You started to fall asleep on the couch. After a while you felt your body go limp and your eyes shut and succumbing to your tired state.

Steve felt a weight fall onto his side, looking over it was you. Asleep and leaning onto him. He grumbled about you being annoying and stupid but oddly he couldn’t push you off.. with anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem and he would easily shove them off of the couch head first but something was… different… right now. A slight pale pinkish reddish color washed over his cheeks and he wrapped one arm around you. He gently pulled you closer. He was currently just wearing some jeans and socks, he had came home from work and almost immediately gotten kicked out by his dad again so he had just had his DX shirt on when he got there. He took it off almost immediately when he got there and kicked off his shoes. He soon fell asleep shortly after you, his head resting on top of yours (you guys are sharing lice, so coquette >o< <333)

Steve woke up to the flashes of cameras, you still asleep next to him, the rest of the gang giggling as pony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. You started to wake up too. Steve put his arm over his eyes, the bright light that flashed with every picture blinding him. “What the hell is happening” he murmured angrily. The gang scattered and you sat up more. You looked around, drowsy and disoriented. You leaned back against Steve after managing to gain the consciousness to realize where you were and what the fuck is happening.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he looked at you. He flicked your forehead causing you to flinch, he chuckled at your nose which scrunched up when you were irritated. He started to shove you and tried to get a rise out of you, being the peaceful guy that you were you just politely asked him to stop which pissed him off even more. “God, why are you so fucking annoying!” He basically yelled out at you. You stared at him bewilderedly. “W-wha?-“ you asked in confusion. “You’re just so- so- infuriating!” He put up air quotes as he spoke “ ‘oOh I’m Y/n AnD iM sUpEr SeNsItIvE aNd iM a LiTtLe WuSs WhO wOnT mAn Up AnD fIgHt!!!’ “ he mocked. You had always been more sensitive; kind of like ponyboy. You cried easy and your brother teased you for it a lot. You felt the tingle of tears starting to form in your eyes. He started to go on and on about how annoying you were and how much he hated you. And you just… broke… tears started to sting your face as if they were acid spilt into your face.

Steve just froze, watching as your usually calm face was washed away by your emotions. “I- uhm…” he sputtered out. He didn’t know what to do. He was always bad with crying, hell he couldn’t even get himself to stop crying in the rare occasions he did but this was just too much. He didn’t expect you to cry like that, he didn’t think he had been that harsh on you. He awkwardly wrapped him arms around you. “Uhm… i- ‘m sorry… don’t cry… uhm… please….?” That last word felt weird to say, it just felt unnatural coming off of his tongue. He felt bad for the first time in his life, he had made people cry before but he didn’t really care that much. He usually just said go cry about it and walked away.

He just sat there, with his arms wrapped around you in a hug. Gently patting your back as he tried to get you to stop crying. After a bit you managed to calm down, small hiccups and sniffles being the only sound coming out of you. He let go of you as you wiped your eyes. “Uhm… ‘m sorry…” he murmured out, he just prayed none of your brothers had woken up. You looked up at him through wet lashes. “I’m sorry… i-i-“ he cut you off “what are you sorry for, ‘m the one who yelled at you…” you didn’t know what to say back. You guys just watched TV silently.

After a while you guys started to talk, just normal conversation. You guys basically talked all night. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped and arm around, you watched tv cuddled up all lovingly like, his hard shell of hate cracked as this was all to try and make you feel better after he made you cry. You guys both had a light hue of pink on your cheeks as you talked, and at the end of your chat before you guys went to sleep you guys shared a gentle kiss. And of course you guys woke up to the gang laughing at you two cuddling and taking embarrassing pictures to tease you guys. And dally calling you two gay ofc 💞💞💞

[snailvine]

can you just. Talk about them. Give me some random facts. if you can’t think of any, here’s some of my random questions. i like this shwo a lot

Who in the main cast likes stupid. bad puns??? what are each of their favorite activities??? will there be emotions. i have seen everyone’s emotions in the show but i wanna see more i wanna get a better understanding of them & stuff :3

anyways that’s all i can think of i love your queer lunch show

oh boy anon you gave me a LOT to talk about hehehe >:)

TW: likes bad puns, will scream about it

far-sighted and color blind, has no idea

favorite color is “ooo, i’d have to go with… can i pick the rainbow?? I CANT CHOOOOSE theyre all too good so all of them hehe :)”

enjoys fishing and women (and nonbinary ppl)

i wrote in the original character doc, “She’s so silly silly silly I want to throw her into a microwave”

AJ: likes bad puns, will not admit it

near-sighted, wears contacts most of the time

favorite color is “uhh… i dunno, blue?”

enjoys cooking (duh). does NOT enjoy staying in bed just watching Objecttube videos but does that a lot for some reason….

a chill fella. he’s real. he’s honest. and he’s got a silly center. all around whole package guy. but he’s not one to take initiative most the time. it’s kinda hard to get him to… care.. especially if it’s about himself…

GC: hates bad puns (unless AJ is the one that makes them pft)

20/20 vision, ironically they have bad spacial awareness

favorite color is yellow

enjoys reading, journaling, cooking (duh), grocery shopping. used to draw and do theatre but fell out of it.

they’re very clumsy and a TOTAL loser. and it’s easy to make them nervous. they also don’t often take initiative, but more due to their anxieties than apathy. but, they have a BIG heart. and so much love for everyone important to them.

..crazily enough, when the pair was younger, they were completely swapped. wonder what happened…

TT: likes stupid puns too, of course.

average vision, i mean he’s still a kid so it could get worse

periwinkle…

enjoys drawing and playing and eating and running around and ball games and making commercials literally everything he will be happy doing anything.

personality.. he’s the silly of all time. the funny! the goofy! has million times more energy than grills and aps (combined even). zooms around like a little pubby. i refuse to say any of his issues! haha!

as for your question “will there be emotions?”

….yes. lots of them. lots of good ones, lots of bad ones. enough emotions that if i think too hard about them i start to tear up ouhhhhh…

…

ANYWAYS im happy you like them so much! and thanks for asking questions! i like them too :)

[wolfisblank]

Hey, question after your very helpful capybara image id post. Why does color matter? And i mean this very genuinely and this IS coming from a place of ignorance - i was under the impression that image ids were for people who couldn't see images and were using a screen reader, i.e. blind and otherwise visually impaired folks. does the color matter to blind people? Very confused about this and have been for years im so sorry if this is a stupid question

It's not a stupid question! I understand why you might not know this, as unfortunately, a lot of nuances of disability aren't common knowledge. Generally speaking, I'd rather people ask questions, even if they're "stupid questions", if it helps them gain a better understanding of disability and accessibility! There are multiple reasons why:

Many blind people still have a bit of vision. It's a common misconception that all blind people cannot see at all. But in reality, in order to be legally blind, you have to fall under a certain threshold of vision (20/200).

Many blind people who do have total vision loss were not born blind, and thus know what red would look like and can imagine the image more accurately with the help of an ID.

Image IDs are not just for blind people, but also people with visual processing issues and other visual disabilities. These people may still be able to see, but find a text description or screen reader helpful

Image IDs can be helpful for able-bodied people too. If your internet connection is poor or your Tumblr just isn't loading images for some reason, you can oftentimes still see image IDs. And sometimes you may benefit from a text description because you have trouble telling what's going on in an image, or just because you might like to read a description of an image.

If any blind or otherwise disabled people who benefit from IDs see this post, feel free to add on! My own visual disability doesn't cause me to need IDs, so I might have missed something.

[outivv]

While I understand someone people wanting to leave altogether with the constant racism and trolling over valid criticism. Someone pointed out that by leaving the Fandom or genre we are just letting the racism, harassment, abuse continue and just accepting that hyv won't change.

Seeing people trying to excuse that the video games is a work of fiction gets overuse and pointless. Because as soon as they see a game with Black, POC, not sexualized woman who is beautiful in her own way, LGBTQIA character those same people bring out the touches and pick forks.

I would always like to bring their words back to them because just how stupid they sound. Having character like these isn't an issue but for someone reason white washing actually culture and historical character shouldn't be an issue?

They just allowing this to happen so they can hide racism and whitewashing under the guise as "Asian company doesn't know culture outside their region" the infantizaion and monolith of Asian countries get annoying and further shows their racism 🙄

I can heavily sympathize with, and understand why people are leaving the fandoms- and leaving the games, because I do think that’s valid, however I agree very much with what you said.

There’s this one person who I see in my notifs sometimes who makes excellent points on why we should still stay and play the game and using our voices, cause otherwise all that’s gonna be left in the genshin fanbase especially is going to be racists and lolicons :/

Hyv themselves uses that excuse of “it’s just fiction guys!!” Like stop… stop, because fiction affects reality so heavily. Y’know jaws? Jaws the movie jaws? Jaws the shark movie? … Jaws? Yeah that jaws. Because of jaws sharks got a very very very bad rep essentially, and people became afraid of sharks when most of them are just blind and kinda dumb, and only go after humans cause they think they’re seals. They’re animals, sure they can be dangerous but so can a dog if you piss it off enough. But not the point- the point is because of the influence from a FICTIONAL MOVIE you can see that now people are afraid of sharks. It’s the same with making Hispanic, middle eastern, and African characters white- then people are going to see a tan white person and go “omg you’re black” im not kidding, the amount of times I’ve seen someone go “why’d you make x character black!!” When they only made the paper white character have some color to them that made them look like they actually had blood flowing through their veins. They’re not black bitch, and even then does fucking “Al haitham” or “Tighnari” sound like white people names to you.

Oh yeah white washing gods, characters based off of real people, real sorties, real cultures- that’s totally okay to racists eyes. They also think ei has a good design (both culturally and just overall) when she’s essentially wearing some unorganized cloth that isn’t even a kimono because of how short and blatantly disrespectful it is, and then some panties. Like. Be so fr.

People like to baby hyv, and infantilize them. Stfu, they know exactly what they’re doing.

Sorry this is a little all over the place, I tried following with the format of hat you said :’)

[st4rgzer]

ACCIDENTE (matt sturniolo)

-inspired by the song “accidente”-ligas menores

summary: you have an encounter on a way to your studio that leaves you wishing for more

genre: fluff!

cw!: none that im aware of

a/n: love this song sm, first time i do a fic based on a song in my language!

falling in love with an artist can be exhilarating, also excruciatingly difficult. you look at them for a few seconds and they write a whole song about you. im the artist.

i walked breezily through the crowded streets, the sun drowned me, making me squint my eyes. as a result of that, i was not aware of the figure walking rapidly towards me. my shoulder crashed into his chest, making me lose my balance and stumble over. luckily (not so much) i was grabbed by the waist before my body could hit the ground. immediately, a wave of apologies came from my mouth as a string of nonsensical words. my cheeks heating up expectantly under the tall man’s gaze, his eyes were blue. he had pretty lips. his hair was quite fluffy. i had hoped i didn’t make as much of a fool of myself as i interpreted.

“woah relax, it’s fine!” he assured my with a grin. the sun hitting me was pretty hot, but i think my palms were sweaty and my face was tainted for another reason.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking, the sun kinda blinded me there” i laughed, wishing for the earth to reclaim me and suck me in right this moment.

he still hadn’t left, even after the, what was supposed to be quick, exchange had gotten over with. making me even more nervous about what he was thinking.

“hey im glad i could catch you, would be a shame if that guitar of yours broke your fall, do you play?” he pointed to the case i had been carrying on my back. it was beige, colorful flowers engraved on it.

“yeah i was just on my way to the studio” i laughed, his obvious remark making me think he was just as nervous as me.

“sorry that was a stupid question, of course. do you sing or just the guitar?” he was still grinning, his voice, soft like caramel, and just as sweet.

“yes! i write, sing, and play” i say, almost too quickly. excited at the fact that someone was intrigued by me. He smiled at me as if i held the stars in my eyes, desperate to discover the depths of my universe.

the people passing by glanced at us curiously, though i have an inkling it was more like a dirty look. us being stood in the middle of a busy LA street provoked those reactions.

time came back as i realized i was in fact, supposed to be rushing to the studio. my eyes shut, desperately cursing the world for having this encounter be this bewitching but be cut so short.

“im sorry, i have to get to that recording i told you about” i practically forced the words to come out, physically repulsed by the fact i was probably crushing what could’ve potentially led to something else.

“oh, that’s okay, sorry for making you wait…”

“this is probably weird coming from someone you just met, but, could i get your number by any chance? or instagram? you don’t have to if you don’t want to obviously but-“ he winced at every word that clumsily left his mouth.

“-yes! i mean- sure…i’d love to, give you my number…!” I cut him off, also making a graceless fool of myself as well. my eyes wide as i held my breath, eagerly waiting…before i realized he was doing the same. i shook my head and laughed at my thinking and reached into the pocket of my dress for my phone. exchanging numbers and still holding that ear-to-ear smile i had on throughout the conversation.

“well, bye, for now…i hope your recording goes well!” he says awkwardly but sweetly. reluctantly walking the opposite way as me.

“bye!” i laughed and waved as he continued the way he was originally supposed to go before he had crashed unto me.

i let out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding. euphoria coursed through my veins, mentally jumping up and down with joy, withholding myself as i remembered the setting i was in.

i basically sprinted to the location i was supposed to be in 15 minutes ago, praying to whatever that it wasn’t a busy day.

after successfully stepping into the studio, walls covered in red velvet, and my manager sitting expectantly in a seat.

“okay, don’t hate me, but i have a new idea for a song. you’re gonna like this one”

accidente/ æk · sɪ · dɪntę

a/n: i hate to do this…part 2?

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @eyelessdemon @gabbylovesreading @ssturniolo @thetriplets3 @raysmayhem-72 @stvrni0lo @strnlsblog

[film-in-my-soul]

hangster for y? im a sucker for some yearning

Not sure how well I did but I hope you liked it!

Y is for Yearning

He never used to have problems paying attention in briefings or lessons. He never used to bounce his heel, wiggle his pencil, or actively stop himself from running his fingers through piano scales across his thighs. Bradley used to pose, back straight, pen tip at the ready, attention rapt on whatever commanding officer had control of the laser pointer. But that was then, and now it's not.

Then, Bradley hadn't known the yielding heat of another pilot's body. Then, he hadn't felt the weightlessness of being lifted by arms just as strong as his own, hauling him around with ease. Then, Bradley had never felt the edge of competitiveness give way to mutual, blinding pleasure so strongly it damn near had a color, and a shape, and a texture all on its own.

Now, Bradley's squad has been shuffled; he's been given a secondary team that he's rotated. It's placed him directly behind an overly familiar blond head )two seats up and one across from where Bradley is parked). It means he has a front-row seat to a fresh toothpick held between long fingers, lifting it to a waiting mouth. Bradley can trace the callouses it rests on, the one that hedges around the thumb, and feel the rise of a scar across the pad, splitting the whorl of the print like he's still got his tongue on it. He knows the weight of the same ankles crossed beneath the chair the blond sits on as if they're locked around Bradley's middle, digging into his flank with their silent but insistent message to move.

So yes, Bradley is distracted, half paying attention (if that). His mind is spiraling out, trying to remember the specific scent of sun-tanned skin, beaded with sweat, pressed on top of freshly washed cotton. It's trying to connect the drag of wood across paper to the sound of nails scrambling against a headboard, the boom of jet engines outside to punched gasps and a thundering pulse, the summer breeze fighting to waft from semi-open windows to a shuddering breath against his ear. Bradley has figments of them all, pale imitations as he runs his tongue against his progressively drying bottom lip and rests his own fingers on the inside of his wrist, pushing to feel the tendons flex.

What makes it worse, Bradley thinks, is that he should be satisfied with the sense-memory, with the imitations and flash-bang flickers that fly across his thoughts each time Jake moves or fidgets, but he's not. There's a hook just behind his belly button and a heat sitting in the bowl of his stomach. His thighs are tense from how he's holding himself down, holding himself back. Bradley is poised to spring just as much as he is to stay statue still, body forward but eyes drifting as if pulled by the magnate that is Jake Seresin simply existing.

How Bradley had thought one night would be acceptable- would satisfy- he doesn't know, especially now that he's living the aftermath. Damned stupid was hardly enough of a chastisement, and so he's reaping what he'd sewn. He's paying the piper for the gift he'd been given: shockingly easy submission, a slack, wet mouth, a freely offered place to rest his need and have it soothed with tongue and sex.

Still, even with the blood roaring hard in his ears, growing louder the more firmly he controls himself, his gaze drifts to the slope of Jake's throat as the other man tips his head to stretch the muscle, and Bradley is left wondering if the imprint of his teeth is still there beneath the collar.

The fact of the matter is, given everything, he'd do it again. He'd suffer this bottomless need pressing on him from the inside out, making his head muzzy, his attention short, just to lay Jake out again, just to lavish that body and have a fresh layer of paint put on the twin pictures of 'hunger' and 'glutted' that live in his head.

And given how Jake shifts, just a little, just enough, so that Bradley can see the glint in his sea-glass eyes, his wolf-sharp smile, he knows it too.

Alphabet Prompt Game

[cahhly]

stupid, stupid love

word count: 1.6k (brevity?? we don’t know her)

warnings: none? this is pure fluff, maybe a little angst if you like close your eyes and spin in a circle

a/n: im realizing im bad at ending fics. idk man brain just go brrrrrr and i keep TYPING. very sorry.

eddie should’ve known this is how things were bound to end up. really, he should’ve seen it coming. instead he chose to ignore all the big, red warning signs, like your stupid soft skin, skin that set his ablaze by a simple brushing of hands. like your stupid smile, a curving of plush lips that eddie would sacrifice his left hand for, just to watch it grace your stupid face. like your even stupider general presence, your simple existence that has weaseled it’s way into the hardest parts of him, the one’s that even he was afraid to look at sometimes. you’ve made a stupid home inside his stupid chest, and it warms him from the inside out, sometimes burning so hot eddie was convinced he’d spontaneously combust.

he was fucked. absolutely, and irrevocably, fucked as he shifts nervously on his stupid bed, watching you from the corner of his eye, sat diagonally opposite him and leaned in to paint swooping lines of black on his fingernails. his room bathed in a soft, warm light from a the evening sun peeking through his blinds, casting a halo of light over your head. you look like a an angel, he thinks to himself, his stupid throat constricting with sense of yearning.

eddie’s convinced he’s surely going to vomit all over his comforter, the smell of nail polish and your stupid perfume filling his senses, bat wings fluttering in his stomach. your hands are so delicate and precise, each stroke of polish perfectly placed and intricate, painting with the expertise of an artist, touch always so gentle and careful with him, only ever for him. he didn't want to interrupt the moment, but his pulse races as he watches your brows furrow with concentration, hands itching to reach up and smooth the creases between them.

a warmth creeps up eddie’s cheeks as you bring his fingers to your lips, red hot scalding from the tops of ears to the tips of his sock clad toes, your eyes finally meeting. an unexpected feeling begins to settle in his chest, and oh god, please god, don’t let him be having a stupid fucking heart attack. his breath stutters, this feeling wrapping around his lungs and heart, squeezing relentlessly. you’re looking at him so softly, like he’s something to be hung up in one of those art museums you talk about so often, it’s almost unbearable.

eddie can’t seem to focus on anything but you, your graceful hands holding his, your soft voice humming along to his metallica record, and the way your warm breath is fanning across his skin, goosebumps rocketing against his already much too hot flesh, and fuckfuckfuck he’s going to pass out. he wanted nothing more than to turn his attention away, and focus on something else, anything else at all, but with every puff of breath from your puckered lips, he’s drawn deeper and deeper into you, your warm aura calling to him.

finally leaning back and looking over his hands, touches of color highlighting his skin, the corners of your lips pull up into a satisfied smile. a smile that seemed to stretch from one end of the room to the other. a pang of disappointment ricocheting through eddie at the sudden loss in proximity, realizing the moment was over and you would be gathering up your things to leave soon. his brain scrambled for a reason for you to stay, just a few moments longer, he didn’t want to have to miss you yet.

standing from his bed and swinging your bag over your shoulder, you squeeze eddie’s shoulder gently, “i’ll call to let you know i made it home, alright eds?” you say sweetly, making your way to his bedroom door

“wait!” eddie called out, his voice coming out a bit louder than he intended, startling you both. his heart was pounding as you turned around, looking at him with a mix of surprise and intrigue in your eyes. 

“waiting” you respond, an amused smirk on your face. 

eddie swallowed, feeling his face flush even darker than before, surely his skin was melting off like some kind of shitty horror movie. he was desperate for an excuse, to say something that would make you stay, but all the words seem stuck in his throat as his mind goes blank.


“i, uh, i know you have to go soon, but uh - do you maybe have time for a joint?” eddie’s tongue feels like lead in his mouth, words rushing out and somehow slurring all at once, “i got a new record, too, we could yknow uh.. listen to it together? maybe just sit and talk?” he murmurs, mentally facepalming so hard he could almost physically feel it. sit and talk? SIT AND TALK? he couldn’t even bring himself to calmly ask you to hang out a little bit longer, what in the absolute fuck was he going to have a CONVERSATION about?

“you know i can’t say no to you” you chide playfully, those 8 little words piercing eddie straight through the sternum. he just knew that if he looked down he’d see blood pouring from his chest - a stain spreading from the center of his shirt, absolutely drenched in the ruby red of words unspoken, red of desire, red of craving, of pining, of aching. he wondered if maybe you could see it, too.

sitting thigh to thigh with you on his bed, eddie exhales with a satisfied sigh, the soft spinning of his new record and the mellow smell of weed fuzzing his brain just enough to almost distract him from the way your body heat was seeping into him from hip to calve, singeing his flesh through the thin layer of his jeans. the way you looked so pretty this way, eyes rimmed red and hazy from the effects of the joint, thick smoke dancing across your face in soft swirls, having the audacity to kiss your cheeks the same way eddie longed to do. the way he could wrap his arms you, and fall backwards into his sheets right now, and cradle you close. lull you to sleep with all these sweet nothings trapped behind his teeth - almost.

“eddie?” your soft voice calls, snapping him from his self indulgent thoughts, “hmm?” he rumbles, eyes finding yours quickly.

you pause before continuing, face scrunching up in something that resembles a grimace, and eddie can practically smell the smoke leaking from the cogs in your head. almost instinctively, he’s reaching over, resting soothing hand on your leg. “take your time, sweetheart.” he mutters reassuringly, trying to squash down the bubbling anxiety in his own stomach. eddie knew you two were friends, he would even go as far as to say best friends, but that tiny voice in the back of his mind can’t help but remind him that you are YOU. beautiful, wonderful, kind and caring, friendly with everyone - you. and he is him. freak, outcast, wretched and wrecked, him.

eddie’s throat was closing, maybe you’re realizing you could have a more than him, be more popular without him, avoid scalding gazes and venomous whispers if you got away from him, and you were trying to let him down easy, and oh god is it hot in here? he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t-

“i think i’m in love with you.” your voice is almost inaudible, a barely there nervous quiver, and eddie freezes, ripped from his spiraling. his world shakes, rattles and rolls from his grasp. he can feel his eyes widening, can feel his heart skipping over beats, feel his most vital of organs creating a cacophony of wrong signals inside of him - but it’s not HIM, no, he’s observing this moment from across his bedroom, physical form frozen in place.

time passes, or maybe it doesn’t, eddie isn’t positive. your cheeks are flushed, eyes wide and wet - and suddenly you’re looking away from him, “I uh...I uhm,” your lips are trembling, your fists are white knuckling eddie’s sheets, and his brain is screaming at him to do ANYTHING. SAY ANYTHING. because he can hear the lump in your throat as you stare at your feet, “sorry. maybe i should go.“ you’re reaching for your bag, getting ready to stand up, and eddie can feel his chance slipping through his fingers like sand. panic sets deep within his bones, his mind blurs the edges of rationality because YOU are in love with HIM. sweet and kind and gentle and gracious you, in love with rough and tattered and foul mouthed him.

you’re in love with him.

you’re in love with him.

you’re in love with him.

he’s not really sure what happened next, but next thing he knows, his lips are against yours, soft and electric at the same time – like nothing he'd ever experienced. he’s carefully pulling you closer, head swimming, feeling you sigh and gladly complying with the situation at hand.

you taste like contentment, euphoria, bliss. like years of yearning, longing, loving from a distance. late night phone calls, comforting words and inside jokes. rolling paper, honey scented chapstick, and home.

finally parting for air, eddie seemed to come to his senses. you hovered only inches away and grinned at him, all teeth and dreams come true, cheeks flushed red. 

“so,” you laughed, “that was definitely worth the wait.” 

eddie couldn't help but smile back, heart still thundering in his chest. he could feel his face mirroring your rosy hue, but he didn't mind anymore. you were right, the wait had been more than worth it.

[mothfishing]

i never read tlt myself but i have a bunch of friends who have and have been begging me to read it to and so i’m super confused ??? i have never heard about the racism…

anonymous asked: can u tell me about the racist elements of tlt... id never heard this before and i follow a lot of people who talk about the series a lot

anonymous asked: I hope this isn't rude but what even is the deal w the locked tomb. I remember vaguely hearing abt it being like "the best shit ever" and then that it had some really intense scenes/Themes then learning the creator was a grade A creep and then like nothing. What is even going on in the book???

yeah ofc! lumping all three of you's questions together since it's essentially the same one (also at #3 it's not rude)

oh god where do i start...so i read the first book and hated it pretty early on, but my intention had been to read the entire series so i could more completely express what was so grimy about it, since this book gets a lot of praise. despite my best efforts it was too rancid and i stopped partway through book 2.

thus i'll focus on book 1 criticisms first cause that's the book i finished, but i do have some series-wide criticisms as well. warnings for racism, pedophilia, ableism:

the author has this absolute obsession with physical features, and in particular she frequently praises features associated with whiteness while denigrating features associated with people of color. like constantly constantly constantly you see blue, purple, and hazel eyes given loving descriptions like amethyst, violet, while brown eyes are almost exclusively compared to dirt whenever they're mentioned.

only two characters in the first book are described as brown-skinned, jeannemary and colum. jeannemary is a "brown, bricklike thing", and colum is a yellow-brown lump. gideon's own personality is stupid horny idiot who's only good for her strength, which uh...A Choice given that, while she isn't described as brown in the first book, the cover art does still depict her with brown skin and harrow with light skin.

i'll also note that colum and one other character, silas, are both from the eighth house. outside of the book muir said they were both white, but in-book they're quite frankly associated with caricatures of east asian people to the extent that best case scenario is she used said caricatures to prop up her depiction of white people you weren't meant to like. like........in particular i wanna note silas constantly reciting religious mantras, as well as their description as "violently servile", which is so strongly associated w caricatures of east asian people. and once again she literally describes colum as yellow,

the post didn't mention it bc i wrote it in 2 seconds out of frustration, but it's also astonishingly ableist to the point where, while reading, i got frustrated and made a list of every time a symptom came up so gideon could insult whoever had it................arthritis, osteoporosis, blindness, hyperthyroidism, all of these came up as insults. "oh but the first three are because they're old" do you have to bring up conditions associated with elderly people???

plus cytherea is a character with a romantic terminal illness, constantly described as beautiful because of her frail (and white, blond, blue-eyed) body...im disabled myself i'm not saying disabled people can't be described as beautiful/hot/etc, but it felt fetishistic here and like the focus was less on her personhood and more on how she was weak and "rescuable" basically.

i'll also note the age gap between palamedes and dulcinea, people who literally met when they were 8 and 15, which was romanticized as "oh dulcinea took his feelings seriously because she's used to not being taken seriously because of her illness :)"

now series-wide...i didn't get to this myself so i don't have a whole lot to elaborate here, but the whole thing is a christian imperial empire run by a māori man and i just don't trust a white kiwi with that sorry.

also-also i'm not a lesbian/wlw at all myself, but friends of mine who are read the book with me and we noted gideon was. not even butch. both her presentation and protector role had been foisted upon her by someone who did not let her forget she owned her. everyone talking abt lesbian rep and then the main couple is a master and servant whose culminating arc in the first book is gideon becoming the perfect servant...also once again, harrow is light skinned and gideon is brown skinned.

finally, tamsyn muir has written even more explicit creep shit so i just genuinely don't know why it is she got popular in the first place. you don't need to know this to despise her work, but wow! (sorry to the person whose reblog this is, op deleted)

[synthshenanigans]

Really Stupid Theory Idea:

(Ive totally definitely cracked the code)

Thinking about this bit from TSE

Soul says the brain is what split them up in the first place (i doubt hes talking about Mind). Going into "Someone help me understand what's going on behind my eyes. Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me" shows how much his sense of identity has been jumbled up since the "brain" is split into three he doesn't know whats happening in his head nor what hes supposed to be. The beginning half of Cacophony has Heart & Mind fighting over Soul/who should control him/take his place, not even trying to view him a person or having his own identity. Especially with Storm & a Spring, Mind saying "A Soul so deep, and dark, and eternally cold and an oath, formed from us both that it would stay whole" saying that THEY are in charge of Soul and are the ones keeping him Whole. So by the time Soul has his song he's 1. Trying to keep the other two from tryin to kill the other again/stop their arguing and 2. Trying to figure out who he and what hes supposed to be. And since in the end of TSE Heart & Mind are still fighting and has no idea what hes supposed to be, he gives up and views tridental regicide as the answer. Its only till Heart & Mind attempt to see the others viewpoint that he can make his own viewpoints about himself and his identity.

Where am I going with this? Well its obvious

(im not going anywhere with this I just wanted to rant about Soul and I made a stupid theory out of it)

I was always confused why Soul looked like this

But also this

Like whys he half colored in Light but other times hes not?

Speaking of Night&Light, who tf is thie fella??

Are you Whole? Are you Soul? Well ladies, gentlemen and the technicolor rainbow in between the answer to that is Yes but also No

That shadowy figure is totally definitely

Soul 2

Now you may say "KJ, soul 2 isnt real, it was just the way CJ was mixing his music/lyrics and he just forgot to fix it"

And I say stfu you're WRONG and im gonna TELL you why you're wrong.

(All lyrics im getting from are specifically from CJ's videos that indicate who says what)

As i said before the line from TSE in the forst photo up top says Soul can't understand whats going on behind his eyes/in is brain/head. He also says this line:

"Open your window look out and see them. Tines stabbed through eyes that the sides have condemned"

While this lyric is usually used for how heart went blind theories, its odd that it says "The Sides have Condemned" the sides being Heart & Mind. And as we know by the lyrics " Heart Mind Slay Soul" and "Fathers of fathers, I know that I'm vile. Let's see how long it takes to murder me. Neither is wrong, yet neither is right. Condemn him to the infirmary" Soul uses their own lines against them and knows how their fighting is a threat himself (also shown by the lyric in Dream). He tries to show that neither side is Good or Evil (the thing they only come to terms with in VoaC) but the very thought of working together and seeing the others side, is said that the person deserves to be Condemned. Which is exactly what the line from Night. A person with another perspective (from the window), and the sides (Heart & Mind) condemn that idea.

However the lyric in Light "Open the window, look out and see me, that sad, sulking mess, this human you're being" is said by the black shadowy character. But thought Soul was in the window? Unless the Shadowy Guy

IS THAT DARKER HALF OF SOUL

Is that idea dumb? Probably BUT you have lyrics like in Two Wuv "The person you see is a dark divided man". Divided can mean both Heart & Mind but also the fact that Soul is divided into 2 colors. But thats up to interpretation you say, well what about the fact that this line from Night (that have {} which are indications of when Soul is singing)

ARE SAID BY THE SHADOW MAN AND NOT SOUL.

Along with this, Soul & Shadow Pal can both say Me when talking about themselves specifically. But when trying to say Me as in all together/Whole, they glitch out and cant say it. Because neither of them are Whole. But are technically the same person/entity

(Two Wuv is also the song where you can point out the parts when which half of Soul is singing. Depending if talking about the point of Cacophony/HMS or the perspective of Whole/Soul 2 when writing about/making the songs themselves. However i dont have enough room for that atm so thatll have to be a separate post (if i make it lol) )

The ending of Light has all of them singing together while physically being overlayed as well.

But you have this one at the final chorus

You see Heart & Mind with the lighter split of Soul together but ALSO the Shadowy Man/the dark half of Soul. You can tell by the fact that none of them are holding a microphone but Shadow Bro is.

Now this has all probably been sad before (i cant remember if anyone did a theory for this honestly i have a bad memory)

But im going further.

So much stupidly further that im claiming these lines in The Whole World And You

Are not mind & heart singing but instead soul & the other half

But maybe technically are?

At that time, the () & [] werent indicating whether Heart & Mind were singing. They were just spitting up the duet lyrics to be more readable.

Yes, the Mind voice is there but the lyrics are more talking about having to be Whole again. Soul & Other One are talking about how them two split and eventually become Whole again. "I hope you're happy now ive merged dark and light" is especially talking about how dark & light/heart & mind are now together again. So the person singing isnt either of them. It sounds more of Whole talking to himself about being split and coming back together again. But the voices still sound like Heart & Mind as well as the lyric colors in the video being black & white (but spining into the opposite colors). Unless,

And this is quite stupid so much so that i dont rlly believe it and wont accept as canon when drawing them

But, at least at that point, the halves of Soul ARE Heart & Mind.

In a way at least. Soul is also his own person/self as well shown by how he talks in TSE & Two Wuv. But he also has lines like "I can feel them stew" in Night or "I won't hesitate to kill my Heart & Mind. I will abdicate these deviants sat inside" or the entire 2nd verse in Two Wuv. Its why he's called the vessel as well, Whole spilts into Heart & Mind leaving Wholes Identity & Self behind. Soul IS his own self (being Wholes identity) but also your emotional & logistical side are apart of your identity as well. Which is why the combined photos in the end of Light are at first split color soul are each halves/are on the sides of Heart & Mind, but also one of all 4 of them being overlayes together with the halves of Soul as full bodies. (Also goes into to the fact CJs original name for Soul was Body a bit as well) . Also why the album cover is Heart & Mind as 2 halves with Soul as the Mask & Whole being the hand that holds it (shown by the nailpolish colors)

Okay im done i originally just wanted to rant about Soul & Two Wuv cos i relate to them a lot. But i had a silly idea and wanted to type it out.

So in an incomprehensible conclusion, there might be 2 Souls/2 halfs of Soul (one of them might sorta be Whole) but they also might be Heart & Mind finally agreeing with the other.

Or something idk im tired and i find this HILARIOUS so im posting it hi

[asimpforthe80s]

"Do not give up, do not surrender!" The voice yelled...

Starring: Eddie Munson x Blind!Reader

Warning: blindness, fluff, no real warnings? Oh wait, drugs.

Being blind was something you despised. You hated being blind as it only gave you problems. You didn't have many friends, and your family members often tripped you just for fun.

It was a pretty usual day at Hawkins High School until you ran into someone. Eddie 'the freak' Munson. The two of you quickly became friends, and he helped you around with your blind person cane. Made sure no one tripped you at school, and he helped you read in class.

It had been a year since you met him.

"Eddie, y'know since I'm blind.. could you just.. describe what you look like?" You asked. The two of you were in his van smoking weed again. "Huh... Uh... Well. I'm a white guy with long hair, and I wear all black. Also, my voice sounds pretty sexy if I do say so myself." Eddie said, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah, but I mean like, colors 'n shit.. and is your hair straight? Curly?"

"Oh, right, so, uh. I have dark brown hair, curly as hell." Eddie responded, feeling a bit stupid after forgetting about your blindness. "Cool.. what about me?"

"Oh, right, uh. Your hair is also curly but it's more brownish red, uh, you have glasses and some braces. Your skin is pasty white. You're kinda short, uh, but it ain't too noticeable. Oh, and your voice is also great, but I think you already knew that." Eddie said, taking a drag of his joint. You laughed a little at the small comments about your height. "Okay."

"Oh, one more thing..." Eddie said, stopping. "Yeah?"

"I uh, kinda have a thing for you... But it's fine if you don't like me back." Eddie said, going a slight shade of pink. "Your voice tells me you're either embarrassed or nervous." You paused. "You don't have to be."

"Wait, really? I mean, uh, I was going to ask if you... Maybe wanted to go out with me, if that's okay?" Eddie said, still a slight shade of red. "Yeah, sure.. just remember to not take me to the movies or something like that.."

"Im not that stupid!" Eddie exclaimed. “You sure?” You teased with a small smile. "Yeah. I might be, uh, an idiot, but I'm not that stupid." Eddie said smiling, blushing a bit. You laughed a little. “And you’re really, really sure that you aren’t stupid enough to take me to the movies?”

"I'll never take you to the movies, I promise." Eddie said, making a finger gun and a finger snap. “I know you well enough to be aware that you’re making finger guns at me, but you’re to forgetting to remember that I can’t see, even after we just discussed it.” You laughed. "Crap, I did it again, didn't I?" Eddie laughed, feeling quite embarrassed. “Seems like it.” You laughed.

"I'm so sorry. Guess the pot is making me kinda stupid." Eddie said, laughing still feeling a bit embarrassed. “Not a first. Not for you at least.”

"Huh? You don't mean- Wait, you mean to say-?" Eddie asked, his face going a light shade of red. “I said that its not a first that the pot is making you a little stupid.”

"Oh, good! I thought you were calling me stupid-" Eddie paused, now with a smile on his face. "Wait, you think I'm stupid?"

You laughed. “Sometimes, but not all the time.”

"Huh, well that's a relief... Wait, uh, you've thought I was stupid before?" Eddie asked, blushing again. “I dont think you’re stupid in general, just that you’ve done stupid things.. quite often”

"Fair enough, yeah." Eddie said, smiling and taking another hit of his joint. You laughed and took a hit as he passed it over to you.

"So, uh, do you think you're smart?" Eddie asked, taking another hit of the joint. “I know how to read braille and even know sign language, and I’m blind.. yes, I’m calling myself smart.”

"That's true, yeah." Eddie said, nodding slightly. "Oh, speaking of. Have you ever heard of the band Sabaton?" He asked, randomly changing the subject. “You’ve only shown me like a gazillion times.” You smiled.

"Oh... Yeah, I guess I have done that, huh?" Eddie laughed, running his hand through his long hair and sighing. “Yeah.. and Metallica.. and AC/DC.. aaand iron maiden.. basically every rock and metal band you love.”

"Damn, I'm way more predictable than I thought. You think you're smart, guess you're a smart ass, too." Eddie laughed. “Too? Excuse me, mr. I call myself smart while stoned”

"Well then, Miss. Smart-ass, what, you want me to call you stupid then?" Eddie chuckled, blowing out a haze of smoke. “No, but you shouldn’t call yourself smart if you’re completely stoned.”

"True, you wanna know something?" Eddie said, smiling as he paused. “Sure?”

"I'm not even high." Eddie blurted out, giggling slightly. “Oh, but i can hear the difference of your sober voice and your stoned voice” you giggled. “Explain that”

"Uh... Uhhh... Wait, you can hear the difference? Shoot, what does the stoned version of me sound like?"

“Stupid and high pitched”

"Well, you're right on the stupid part, but it's not high-pitched, you just imagined that." Eddie said, giggling. “Nah, you sound high pitched compared to your sober voice”

"Oh yeah? Then describe what I sound like when I'm sober." Eddie asked, smirking slightly. “Your voice is more husky and low, kinda sexy… -as some people might say.”

Eddie went a light shade of red after hearing your last few words. "Ah... Who says that? I gotta know." He asked smiling slightly. “N.. no, I’m not telling you who thinks your voice sounds hotter than Master Of Puppets”

Eddie smiled widely, chuckling as he took another drag of his joint. "Okay, that joke was actually pretty good, but I gotta know!"

“Not telling!”

"Oh, really? Then guess who gets their joint privileges taken away?" Eddie asked, his smile slowly turning into a smirk. “Heyyyy!”

"What, too far?" Eddie chuckled, "Well, you gotta tell me the person's name now, or you're not getting your weed back."

You groaned. “Fine, i do..” voice barely a whisper. "Speak up, didn't quite hear that." Eddie chuckled.

“I-i do..”

"Hm? Still didn't quite catch that." Eddie chuckled, smiling widely. “I think your voice is sexy, okay!” You said a little louder than you should’ve.

Eddie went a dark shade of pink as he looked down, not expecting a confession like that. "You... You do?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"Yeah.." You answered, cheeks slightly more pink. "Uh, got it. Thank you... What do blind people like to do for dates, out of curiosity?" Eddie asked, trying to change the subject.

"Coffee dates, for example.. late night cuddling.. cat cafés are a personal favorite along with late night cuddles.."

"Uh... Cat cafes? Oh, that sounds like- Wait, did you say... Cuddling?" Eddie asked, his face slightly more red than before.

"Yeah? For example, cuddling while the other person reads or tells stories or something.."

"Oh. My. God. You just... Made that sound so romantic." Eddie said, his face even more red. "It is! And it's so comfy for me too, cause I get to just lay there all smuggled up with them while they read me something.. maybe they'll even let me fall asleep, that's even better."

"And, uh. If I were to do something like read to you, while you were snuggled up in my arms, you'd like that?" Eddie asked smiling, blushing even more. "Obviously." You smiled.

"Oh my god that actually sounds really amazing-" Eddie said, before pausing. "I uh, really, I mean like REALLY want to do that with you." He finished, now as red as a tomato.

"Come on then, guide my blind-ass to your room." You held your hand out in front of you, not towards him because he was beside you and you. Are. Blind.

"Alright." Eddie chuckled, reaching out and helping you up. "Okay, uh, I'm gonna have to be your eyes for this part. My place is actually only a few minutes away." Eddie said, grinning like an idiot.

"Really?" You already forgot that you were in his van. "Yeah, uh, why do I feel like you forgot about that part?" Eddie chuckled, leading you outside the van. "Cause I did."

"Well, at least you admit it." Eddie chuckled, leading you down the sidewalk and to his trailer. "We're here." Eddie said, smiling. "Okay then." You kept holding his hand.

"Okay, uh, once again, I gotta warn you. I share this place with my uncle, and uh... There's, uh, there is some stuff in there that he's left around." Eddie said, blushing a bit as he fumbled for his key before unlocking the door. "Doesn't bother me, since I won't see it."

"Oh, right, I uh, guess that's true." Eddie said, chuckling and opening the door, leading you inside. "Okay, uh, come on." He said, holding his hand out for you to follow. You felt him tug on your hand slightly and you started following him. As you followed, you could feel Eddie's hand gently caressing yours as you walked toward a door near the corner of the trailer. "Okay, yeah, this is my room." He said, reaching for the doorknob.

"And hey, I know you well enough to be aware that your room is probably the messiness thing I'd ever see, if I could see."

"It's... Yeah, it's messy. And there are, uh... Some things you might notice that, uh, look kinda weird. So, uhh, just ignore those, please?" Eddie asked, blushing slightly as he opened the door to his room and motioned for you to follow. "Like what? It's not like you've got a bunch of sex toys in here.." you muttered. "And how can I not ignore it?"

"I- uh, well, you see- You know what, let's just not think about that, okay?" Eddie said, blushing even more and opening his bed side table, revealing a stash of, let's just say, adult toys.

You located his bed and slowly sat down. Eddie watched as you slowly sat down and felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. "Um, uh, you're uh, not upset at all, are you?" He asked nervously. "About what?"

"About the, uh, you know, uh, the, uh, adult funtime stuff in my bedside table." He said, his voice going a pitch higher than it usually did, as he tried to sound normal. "Y-you have that..?" You asked. "How many times are you gonna forget that I'm blind again?"

"Oh, uh, right." Eddie said, blushing more, but deciding to not explain to you why he has them. "Okay, I'm so sorry for acting like an idiot, I-I'm uh, gonna go put those away real quick." Eddie said, walking over to his bedside table and grabbing the stash he had in there.

An obvious red tint came to your cute and already pink cheeks. "Yeah.."

Eddie walked back over to you with his arms behind his back, but his face was as red as a tomato. He was silent, but you could hear his heart pounding. "Uh, you, uh, comfy in my bed?" He asked nervously, sitting beside you as he looked down.

"Uhm, yeah.." You nodded, blushing like an embarrassed teenager. Eddie smiled a little at your blush. "Okay um, what do you want to do now? We could listen to music, or... Idk..." He said, still looking down.

"You're a dungeon master, right?"

Eddie perked up at these words. "Oh, um, yes, actually. Why, uh, do you wanna play dungeons and dragons?" He asked, smiling brightly as he looked up at you.

"Well, I can't see what I'm doing.. but if you want, you could read the campaign to me?" You asked, locating his shoulder and resting your head there. Eddie looked so flustered, blushing like an idiot, but nodding slightly to your request. "I-I um, I'd love to. Do you even know what a dungeon master does?" He asked, trying to suppress his blushing.

"Makes the story and how much damage each monster has and can give?"

"Yeah... Yes, uh, that's it actually. We're just missing, uh, the rest of the group. Do... Do you want me to call some of your friends over?" He asked, still blushing, looking down at you slightly.

"Or.. we can cuddle while you read me it?"

Eddie went silent for a second, nodding slightly. "O-Okay, yeah, let's do that. Okay, uh, so, do we like, do we want blankets or anything?" He asked, blushing more, his voice going slightly higher. "Sure.. And I know you're nervous, I can hear your voice getting high pitched again.."

Eddie went a deeper shade of red, blushing more, but still nodding. "Alright, let me just get a few things ready." He chuckled nervously, moving over to his closet to grab an extra pair of blankets, putting them over you and himself as he sat down with the campaign notes.

He laid against the headboard, sitting up just enough to be comfortable and read the notes as you laid down on his chest, arms around him and his legs on each side of you.

Eddie started reading slowly out loud, blushing occasionally as he spoke. "You find yourself in a large, grassy field, surrounded on all sides by dense woods. The only sign of other people nearby, is a faint glow in the distance, coming from a light source, the light being barely enough to read by." Eddie said, glancing down and noticing your arms around him and a small smile.

After a bit, you could tell by the sound of Eddie's voice and the light outside that the story was nearly over and Eddie was preparing to read the final bits of the final battle. "So, it all comes down to this. With the king dead, all of the goblins prepare to face their fate, but then, a voice is heard from within the forest, screaming to the goblins, 'DO NOT GIVE UP, DO NOT SURRENDER!' The screams continue, until a group of people emerge from the forest and charge at the goblins, fighting to the death to keep their freedom."

Slowly, his words became blurry as you fell asleep. Peacefully on his chest, you went limp. A few seconds after you fell asleep, Eddie gently put the campaign notes down and then started to slowly stroke your hair. Eddie smiled at you as your head lay on his chest, blushing softly, knowing how close you two were, and feeling your peaceful breaths.

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