#OH im ill. im unwell.

[suturcd]

@66yfze said: “you’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.” melone patching her up im so sick im so

the millennium series by stieg larsson // accepting.

With some effort, Fran can put the pieces back into order. An unfortunate combination of a brute-force attacker and too green of a Passione escort to counter it effectively, the new start wheezing wet around a mouthful of blood and saliva before she could put enough distance between herself and the attacker. She remembers being dragged across the concrete by her hair, hands ringing around her throat. Pressure. Grit your teeth. Bear it. Wait for your chance. A strand of Sister Morphine looped around her finger and severed by her thumbnail. An opening.

The loose, draping loop of a continuous stitch, hanging limp like the silk strands of a severed spider's web. Until all at once she pulls it taut. Until Sister Morphine finds disparate flesh--arm and midsection, midsection and arm between the webbing of sutures, and does what it does best. It mends. So seamless a knit it's as if there was never any distinction between appendage and torso at all. It forces his hands from her burning throat at last, sends him tipping to the side, and once again there is an opening. She remembers sprinting on wobbly legs until she finds herself doubled over with the edge of her turtleneck yanked away from her throat, gasping for breath, heartbeat hammering. Remembers the deceptively-grand loom of a shadow across the pavement, but not its source. Remembers thinking, disjointed and hysterical, about the terrible symmetry of it all--surviving in one alleyway against all odds, only to die in another.

Nothing after that, for a while. Then, Melone's voice sounding from one side of her, jolting her back to the present. The background-noise sting of antiseptic. The ring of dried blood around her nostrils as she sucks in a breath.

Her hand is still prying her collar away from her scarred throat (finger-shaped bruises slowly darkening over the skin there) as she swallows sandpaper-rough gulps of air--she wonders how long she's held it like that in a white-knuckle grip as Melone did... what, treated her? She casts a glance over to him, her brows furrowed. Fran opens and closes her mouth to speak, but only laboured breath rattles from her throat those first few times. Melone is under no obligation to do this. And even if he was, he needn't be so thorough about it. Fran doesn't know what to make of this, so used to experiencing a one-way street in the opposite direction--only being of note for as long as she's needed. The sort of person you can put on the backburner until you need her again--who will mend herself because she has little other choice.

"...This isn't your job, Mr. Melone," she rasps, around syllables that have dug their nails into the back of her throat in protest. It's almost an accusation, but not quite. Why waste your time?

[treeprince]

never let it be said that shen yuan doesnt fight for his man with bloody teeth

he started off already risking being sent back to his dead body to protect baby binghe the best he could on his first meeting and then continued to do so once the ooc shackles came off, made sure he felt loved and safe and at home on cqm, gave him every advantage he could think of (and then wondered why binghe got out of the abyss 2 yrs early, honey...), but bc those scum villain blinders were on so tight, he doesnt accept that he (the man shen yuan inside the character shen qingqiu) can change his own path enough to not be killed, and plans his own death accordingly bc he wont ever fight against binghe again if he can help it, i just...

this man loves binghe so much that he couldnt even conceive of a world in which binghe loves him back - and thats not just the comphet olympics in his brain talking, sy genuinely believes he's unlovable and only maybe sort of likeable by his fellow peak lords, and part of that comes from being forced into a scum villains role and not knowing the bigger picture behind sqq's actions (not even touching on how sy barely saw the entire cast of pidw as people until binghe actually looked hurt to him), but the rest was already preprogrammed before he transmigrated, and i want to know who hurt him so bad - bc all sy could imagine is that the whole world should love binghe, bc thats howmuch sy loves him the story is supposed to go, but all he could imagine for himself was gratitude at best and his demise at worst, until the very moment that it becomes clear that lbh has done everything, fucking EVERYTHING, to get sqq to love him back and i just SCREAMS

i cant imagine that sy would just let binghe go if he should ever decide to love someone else, the possession goes both ways with these two, and sy would fight tooth and nail to keep binghe for himself

[darksidekit-kat]

Incubus! Chamber

I don't know what possessed me to create a being of such sheer power and beauty but i have done so with a sound mind. I will never create anything better than this.

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Alonso & His Relationship With Cards

I'm sure we're all familar with the cards on the back of Fernando's Vegas GP helmet by now, but did you know his relationship with cards goes a lot deeper?

I. Magic Tricks

You've probably seen or heard someone at least mention Fernando's propensity for card tricks. As far as I can tell he was doing them(publically) as far back as 2003 all the way to as recently as 2018. Even once performing a card trick, with a condom and a teddy bear(!??!?!??!!), in front of Valentino Rossi who said "How was that possible?"(x)

But how did this start? According to James Allen, "Fernando admits to having been heavily influenced by his grandfather, a mercurial figure, who taught him magic and card tricks, still one of his passions away from the race track."(x) And I'm not sure the validity of this one, because I couldn't find an actual source, but apparently he once said: "My parents are responsible for the two things I like doing most - driving and magic tricks. They bought me my first go-kart and a magician's kit."

In several interviews he described it as his hobby off track, and that he loved learning new tricks and surprising others in the garage with them! So clearly cards are pretty important to him both as a hobby but also to who he is as a person since they've been with him just as long as racing has.

II. Card Symbolism in His Helmets

This is the reason I originally made this post, but I thought I should also explain the origins of his card fascination first. As I said, we probably all remember the cards on the back of his helmet in Vegas, but did you know that wasn't the first time he had cards on the back of his helmet?

From 2008-2013, he used to have a pair of cards on the back of his helmets. The symbolisms of the cards themselves as well as the evolution of their design is really fascinating to me! Even more so with the recent development of the card choice in 2023.

Fernando said he wanted to reference his two titles in some way on the back of his helmet and after his friend sent him several ideas, he decided on having two cards(an ace of clubs and an ace of hearts, sometimes pictured with 05 and 06 on them as well), saying: "I picked the cloverleaf [the ace of clubs - Ed] to give me luck, but the only pity is that it doesn't have four leaves!"(X)

2008.

Here's the very first appearance of the cards! They're displayed flat, with the 05 and 06 clearly visible

2009.

Very similar to 2008, but with a slightly different design, and they're maybe a bit more straight with less shadow?

2010.

This is the first major change! I was sad they didn't have the years on them anymore, but then I realized they're sparkly to match with his signature lightning bolts on the top of the helmet!!

2011.

Honestly I'm still somewhat unsure if this is the actual 2011 helmet? It's pretty difficult to find clear photos of the back of helmets from older seasons. It's easiest to find them on replica sites or auction sites so I'm not 100%? But anyways, I like that this has the championship years on the underside of the cards

2012.

This is when I started getting weirdly emotional about the helmets. Do you see how they've progressed from being a centerpoint to being curled up and sad at the bottom of the helmet? Not listing the year anymore??

2013.

Same thoughts as 2012. And after this season, they cease to exist (just like his ferrari chair in the garage, WOAH CALLBACK), until cards make a reeappearance in his Vegas helmet, albeit in a different form

2013 Monaco(Honorable Mention):

For some reason 2013 helmets were easier to find proper pictures of, so I happened to witness this absolute beauty. The creativity of this helmet genuinely blows me away??? Wanting to keep the card motif, but making sure to incorporate it into the rest of the puzzle piece design?? Mwah! There was another special 2013 helmet but they didn't change the cards at all so I really applaud this one

2023 Las Vegas(The Return of The King):

The magnificent return! But look! The cards are different cards! Instead of being two aces, it's now an ace of hearts, a four of hearts(his driver number of course!) and, the, now iconic, representation of himself as a Joker. I literally could not believe my eyes when this helmet was released and I saw the Joker card, what a fucking silly old man....I really wonder if he felt nostalgic having cards on his helmet again or if he didn't think about it all and was just like, "ah cards because Vegas!!!"

III. Why Does This Matter?

*The rest of the post was factual, this is moreso my personal thoughts on the symbolism of the cards/designs

This post spawned from me recently watching the 2010 Bahrain gp and noticing "hey wait a minute...are those CARDS ON THE BACK OF HIS HELMET!?" It's a really tiny detail that's unfortunately covered up by the HANS device pretty much whenever he's wearing the helmet, so it's really difficult to spot! But I became fascinated with the fact that he had cards on his helmet before that recent helmet, and now here we are!

There's something to me about how the design of the cards evolves over the course of six seasons from the cards being front and center to being smaller, more folded up and closer to the bottom of the helmet. As I said, the 2012-2013 ones genuinely made me depressed because it feels, symbolically, like his hopes for getting another Ace are becoming more and more unlikely and falling away until they eventually fall falt and fade away entirely after 2013 and disappear for basically a decade.

But when they return? They're not the same cards! Instead of representing Fernando's championships, they now represent him as a person, displaying his driver number and his persona of being a Joker!! Though I do think it's interesting he happened to keep the Ace of Hearts, even though he talked more about the Ace of Clubs before. I'm not sure it's actually this deep in reality, but I like to think that it's him not letting his championships(and the lack thereof) define him, but rather letting who he is as a person shine and be the centerpoint instead! But on a sadder note, as @suzuki-ecstar said to me, maybe the Aces aren't there anymore because he's lost all hope for a chance at a third Ace entirely :(

[softshuji]

th....thigh riding with shuji.......

you know he's busy, you know you don't have a right to ask for any attention now that he's caught up in a meeting, and the only reason he's even let you in here is because you promised to be quiet and let him finish his little meeting before he did anything for you. But he looks so good, delicious even in his three piece pinstripe suit, leaning back in his chair with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, an occasional glance at you, jussstttt enough to let you know he's still aware of you.

But you want more, and it's hard to ignore how his fingers are drawing shapes on your bare thigh as you perch in his lap - it's still a little chaste, especially what with how he'll lean forward every few minutes to press a kiss to your temple. You haven't forgot what you actually came here for, and he'd be remiss to not see how your eyes darken and you shift ever so slightly when his thumb brushes the inside of your thighs.

You visibly twitch, tummy flexing involuntarily when he tenses his thigh underneath you, only once, just to give you a tease, carrying on his conversation like he hasn't noticed at all. Until you press that first open mouthed kiss to his neck, and the others in the room visibly perk up at how your lips clinch to his skin to suck at.

'Behave yourself sweetheart, i'll give you what you want later yeah?' he says, even if he makes no move to deter you- in fact he'll tense his thigh as many times as he likes, gesturing to Koko sat opposite him to carry on. Except, against your own wishes, somehow you jerk your hips, and his hand slides a little higher, thumb brushing the seat of your panties- all the while he hasn't broken eye contact with whoever he's chatting with. You almost drone them out, and it's easy to when you can hear the laboured breaths, soft panting and hitched gasps spilling from your own lips when he grips your thigh to grind it against his thigh.

He gives you a look, a slight tilt of his head in permission, holding your skin in his hands so tightly, enough to leave an imprint on there as you rock against the rough fabric of his trousers, achingly slow- slow enough to just about sate the burning warmth pooling between your legs. And your hands come up to clutch at his collars, lips falling to his shoulder where your lipstick smears a red glossy tint on his collar as you desperately ride his thigh for some sweet relief, clit aching with the friction of both your panties and the fabric of his. .

'Almost there princess, go on.' You catch it between the low whine and sharp gasps of your own, ignoring the sudden and tense silences that seemed to have swallowed the room, the others licking their lips and trying (and failing) to subtly adjust their pants without breaking their line of conversation.

And when you cum, you cum hard, biting down to stifle the sharp and pretty moan, soaking the fabric of his pants with your arousal that slips down your thigh in silky rivulets, your own panties now clinging and drenched to your skin.

'Good girl, well done, you did so well, I'll reward you later yeah?' he mumbles against your ear, the tips of his ears a little pink, a less than subtle readjustment of his pants since he's desperately hard now- relishing a little in how horrifyingly turned on the others are and pretending not to be.

Maybe he'll have to call this off a little earlier than expected, or maybe he'll let them take a turn on you here on this table too. If he's feeling generous that is.

ok bye

[extravagav]

AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte Election Story, 6th Anniversary Event (JPN 2023)

I managed to get Comte's collection story during the 6th year anniversary event in the JPN version of the game. As usual, my translation skills are rudimentary at best, so this is just a rough/general sense of the contents. Rest of the translation is below the cut:

Sweet and lovely, our everyday life is irreplaceable. After becoming a vampire, I’ve lived with him forever like this. I seek out more and more of the man I love than anyone else--

Comte: Good morning, MC. You’re up very early today.

I went down to the dining room a few hours before dawn--only to find Comte nursing a teacup gracefully at one end of the table.

MC: Good morning. I managed to wake up somehow…how about you?

Comte: Actually, I just got back.

When I asked, he told me that the host of the party started talking to him all night, and they didn’t part ways until after midnight.

Comte: I was going to finish this cup of tea to unwind, and then try to rest til noon.

He runs a hand through his freshly washed hair and brings the cup to his mouth in a series of elegant gestures that makes me fall in love with him all over again. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been up all night, but my heart readily starts beating faster.

Even Comte seems to notice my reaction…

Comte: …looking at me like that, are you seducing me?

Comte's eyes narrowed mischievously and he left his cup behind to approach me. A beautiful beast gazed at me as if to take aim at his prey, and he drew me in with supple hands.

MC: I didn’t intend it that way but…it’s true that I'm captivated. Your damp hair and lovely gestures are so sexy that I’m at a loss…

Comte: Saying such a thing…you’re a naughty woman, MC. Even though I tried to quell my ardor with a cold shower and hot tea...I’m glad to hear it, even though I’m far from calm.

When I raised my head--having looked down in bashful embarrassment--I can see burgeoning in Comte’s eyes an indisputable, feverish desire…

MC: Ah, mm…

His soft lips playfully brushed against the nape of my neck.

Comte: No one else would be awake at this hour…though we could be interrupted any moment. Make sure to keep your voice down.

He chuckled a little before a hot sigh caressed my skin, dropping kisses one after another. He circled around the usual place he’d sink his fangs into me, and every brush of his lips made heat gather low in my body…

MC: So impatient…Abel…

Comte: …I’ve been waiting for you to give it to me

The corners of his lips lifted a little, before he buried his fangs into my neck.

MC: Mn, ah…aaaahh…

Comte: I love you so much...and whenever we aren't together, I’m starved of you. We were miles apart all night yesterday. I’ll show you just how much I missed you.

His voice--half-intoxicated with the ecstasy of my blood--was sweet and husky with his desire.

Comte: Before you, I’m always a love-starved beast.

As I gaze into those eyes burning with emotion, an electric sensation tingles down my spine. 

(Ah, I’m just the same. It’s not only my heart, my body is always seeking you out too.)

MC: Me too…all day and night, I’m always thinking about you…

Comte: --Come here. Take as much of me as you want

At his encouragement and incitement, I sink my fangs into him.

MC: ah, ha…

Pleasure washes over me in an endless cascade, every sensation in my body heightened and sharp. I clenched my hands tighter through his wet hair, and dug my fangs into him greedily to devour that wellspring of ecstasy. 

Comte: I'm happy to be able to share love with you like this, as a vampire.

Like drops of water moistening desiccated earth, every crimson drop fills us to the brim--

[fr00tbats]

posted all these muppets i drew the other day and i FEAR THAT IF I SAY THE COMMONALITY BETWEEN THEM ALL EVERYONE WILL GET THEIR KNIVES OUT ON ME AGAIN LMFAO

[osierriv]

hey so!! what the fuck!! is episode five of arcane season 2!! WHAT THE FUCK. IS EPISODE FIVE. OF ARCANE SEASON 2.

[taintedtowers]

inevitable

[krispyykrab]

there is really something cruel and strange and fucked up about switching between thinking youre the center of the universe and thinking youre completely invisible 50 fuckin times a day. like do you have a god complex or an inferiority complex make up your mind

[awesomecoolswaggirl]

hi severely mentally ill folks of tumblr wanna be my friend and talk about our problems and then also just be silly together and talk about our silly favorite characters and franchises

[anxiouscervidae]

Is depression not a mental illness anymore or do I need to find a new counselor

[itty-clover]

DON'T LET THE WOKE MURALISTS FOOL YOU

SEND THE ENTIRE LYRICS OF ALL STAR BY SMASH MOUTH TO YOUR ROMANTIC PARTNERS

SEND IT EVERY NIGHT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED

DON'T BE SWAYED BY FEMINIST SJW CUCK LIES

THEY WILL LOVE IT

[baeshijima]

SOPHIE. I HAVE BEEN THINKING. I've been thinking too much about Sunday and Robin and the fact that they're twins. Imagine how broken and lost Robin must feel knowing that she has no way of reaching her other half. No matter how long they've been separated in the past, I feel as if both of them always feel sad whenever they're not together, and now the both of them are without their other other half with no way of knowing when they'll meet again. THEY MAKE ME SO MISERABLE

no no nonnie STOP THIS GRAAAHHH I CANT HANDLE IT 😭😭 they actually make me so depressed like please... the whole motif of sunday being the bird with clipped wings and unable to fly while robin was the one who could fly. she has freedom and her own will while sunday doesnt necessarily have one outside of what he was taught growing up and what he was forced to know through manipulation. and the fact robin was the one who came to save him and yet doesnt know where he is other than the fact he is alive somewhere.... ourgh... i hate them.....

[greenlanterns-light]

Hey what the FUCK!?