#STOP AHHHH

[idciminlove]

RAHHHHHH @whimsical-roasting giving me dilf!Jamie Tartt thoughts and making me go down a road I know I won’t be able to escape from.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

MOREE because I actually can't stop, guys help

Anyways yeah the portal thing still happened in this universe 🙏 now they can live together for 30 years fixing it! Hooray!!

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[grayintogreen]

Honestly, this plot is ingenious. Ludinus thinks he's showing them what sad victims the Aeorans were, but we're actually seeing THE GODS, the gods who genuinely care about mortals, the gods who know what will happen to their world if Aeor is allowed to continue, the gods who once stepped up and didn't use proxies to do their dirty work and now simply CAN'T do that anymore, because they knew the only way to prevent this madness from continuing was to step away. We're seeing the gods as people who love and care and are angry and bitter and have so much going on for them, but are trying to save the world, even if it means sacrificing a city to do it.

And above all, they CARE about people. It's that PROOF that the Hells (and a lot of the audience tbh) have been demanding this whole time.

"Are you worth saving?"

"You were."

[dumplingsjinson]

It starts with Character B kissing their cheek, the corner of their mouth, their jaw, down to their neck. Soft, soft pecks, all innocent; light touches of their lips to Character A's skin.

And then—

"I like it when you kiss my neck," Character A admits when Character B pulls away to look at them. Character B lets the confession linger in the air for no longer than a second before they take that as a sign to trail even more kisses down their neck, lips attaching to their neck in almost an instant.

Character A tilts their head back for easier access, letting out hushed sighs and soft moans and gasps as Character B trails open-mouthed kisses down their neck, hand on the nape of their neck to pull Character B impossibly closer; unable to get enough of them no matter what.

This spurs Character B on even more — excites them, even — as they pull the collar of their shirt down to trail more open-mouth kisses on their exposed skin; resists the temptation to leave marks on an empty canvas; presses themselves flush against Character A, leaving no space between them untouched.

Their legs are tangled together, Character A's fingers are in Character B's hair, Character B has Character A pressed against the bed, body against body.

And it's addicting, in very different ways for the both of them (but also to an extent, in the same ways).

"Fuck," Character A lets out in a rushed breath when Character B pulls away to look at them and Character B grins, leaning down to leave a soft, lingering kiss on their lips.

[egophiliac]

Waittt, what did you mean with your last post?? I don't want to spoil myself so I'm waiting for the nightmare before christmas event to arrive on the eng server before diving deep into the wiki. But I HAVE to know; were there hints of Lilia joining in for a rerun or a sequel ??? Your big "OR IS IT???" filled me with way too much hope !! please tell me it wasn't a bit : (

there was a little teaser at the end that implied there'll be a sequel event, though we don't really know anything beyond that! I do think it's likely we'll get the other half of the cast in it, even if it's just wishful thinking on my part. 🤞🤞 NIGHTMARE SUITS FOR EVERYONE!!!!

as far as I know there's been no confirmation on whether it's going to be next year's Halloween event or a separate thing (the snow makes me think it'll be more Christmas-themed, or otherwise more related to the plot of the original movie) so. we're probably going to have to wait quite a while before we find out anything solid. :') they really do love just dropping these things on us and then watching us go absolutely wild with speculation while they watch like

[quitesins]

I need to write a fic where the reader accidentally sees pro hero Deku genuinely angry for the first time, like a hero mode loud and violent anger, and begins avoiding him. Of course Izuku is devastated, believing not only did he scare a civilian but his crush friend… however the truth is, watching deku so unrestrained in his emotions, turned reader on so bad she fears if she spends more than 5 minutes with the man, she’ll jump him right then and there…

[chiquilines]

Found a new brush and i love it so much!! The togachako just happened

[blueseysyogurt]

“what are you thinking about?”

just the fact that noah’s big sacrifice wasn’t necessarily ceasing to exist/being corporal, but instead being forgotten by everyone who cared about him. ☹️

[failyaoi]

shakes butt

[frommybedroom]

inspired by this post

Even after he turns in his essay, he can’t stop. It’s not like he’s never written anything before, but those were the silly daydreams of a little boy with his head in the clouds, who dreamed of movie stars and damsels in distress. What he’s doing now is important. What he’s doing now is necessary.

On the third day in a row that he’s late to dinner—so late that Soda has to reheat his plate—Darry says, “What you been writing about, Pony?”

“Yeah,” Soda says, bringing the plate over and setting it down. “You’re always still up when I try to go to bed. I’ve had to replace the batteries in your flashlight twice now. Are you writing another story?”

Pony shrugs. Suddenly, all the words that pour out of him so easily onto the page get lodged in the back of his throat.

How to describe it to them? The urge—to not forget, to hold onto what was. To wring out the words and distill them into a watered-down version of his friends. Those measly words the only things left of Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston.

“Hey, Ponyboy, what’s wrong?”

Pony blinks, and Soda’s blurry face peers at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Darry scoot his chair closer to the both of them. Both wear matching expressions of concern.

“I just—” He swallows past the lump in his throat. “I just want to remember them.”

His brothers don’t say anything. So he keeps going.

“I—I can’t let them just disappear. They were here. They were real. And now they’re not. And I can’t let what their tombstones say be the only thing people remember about them. They were more than just a date.”

Soda leans over and ruffles his hair. It’s starting to grow out again finally, the natural dark roots beginning to peek through. “Don’t worry about that, Pony. You’ll never forget them. None of us will.”

“Yeah,” Darry agrees. “Dallas and Johnny were family, and family don’t—”

“I can’t remember what Mom’s perfume smelled like,” Pony bursts out. “I don’t remember what her high heels sounded like on the floor or the slight burning smell when she would curl her hair. And I try real hard to remember what it was like waking up and hearing Dad make coffee, but it’s gone. They’re fading. Like they were never actually here at all.” He clenches his fists, and there’s still a faint ache in his wrist. “I’m not gonna let that happen to them.”

He doesn’t tell them that sometimes at night, after Soda’s fully asleep and snoring like some dang bear, he sneaks out of bed and into the closet where they’ve kept Johnny’s clothes folded in a neat pile. Sometimes he holds them, brushing his fingers over the ripped jeans; sometimes he can’t bear to sully them. Which doesn’t even make sense because the shirt’s still got some of Johnny’s blood on it so it’s plenty dirty already, but he still feels like he’ll ruin it if he touches them too much or for too long.

He’s broken out of his thoughts by arms wrapping around him. A moment later, another pair of arms joins the first. And then he’s clutching onto Soda’s elbow and Darry’s forearm, and once again they’re all holding each other.

He wonders what this scene would look like to an observer: three boys in a rundown kitchen with grime caked under their fingernails and wearing clothes that don’t fit quite right. Unwanted tears escaping from tightly squeezed eyelids. A forgotten plate of food sitting on the table. No parents or friends anywhere to be seen.

He thinks they would see grief. And heartache and loneliness and pain. But maybe also hope. Maybe also love.

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

on one hand, when mc comes back, everyone (mainly the brothers) has to be extremely respectful to solomon for bringing mc back, happy and in one piece. but on the other hand, they all still want to rip him apart, bc now they have a bunch of faded memories of some bitchass sorcerer stealing their crush/attendant away when they wanted alone time and said crush/attendant showing up with bite marks and when they arrived at the house or lamen- is that a fucking ring on mc's finger.

mc. mc why did you say the word "engaged".

solomon you absolute bastard.

- @solomiracle ^w^

Omg hi!!! Thank you for another delicious meal!! I added onto it again, hope you don't mind! :3

Solomon stands behind you content to just watch as you show off your beautiful new ring, letting your excitement speak for him. Anything he could say would never be meaningful enough to surpass that excitement anyway. But that shit-eating grin on his face was a sight none of the brothers, except maybe Asmo, missed in the time you both were gone. In fact, it's rubbing them in worse ways with the context in which it's being given.

Though they try to be excited for you -- you look so perfect with that special glow positively radiating off of you. They only wish that glow was because of one of them...or all of them.

Was it so hard for him not to get up to his weird little sorcerer schemes while he was gone? He only had one job: bring you back home to the present safely. He not only succeeded in that endeavor, but he went above and beyond by bringing you back home with the announcement of your engagement!

Still, they all coo at how thoughtfully the ring was picked out, how gorgeously it sits on your ring finger, and how happy you must be.

Solomon on the other hand only receives dirty looks, and maybe an obligatory "congratulations" from someone like Lucifer or Satan. Though the brothers' true thoughts aren't lost on him, and their genuine glances of disdain only stand to fuel his ego knowing that he got to you first, that he made that impact on you, and that you chose him.

There it is. You chose him.

That's all he ever wanted and that's all he could ever ask of you. Well, aside from asking you to marry him, that is...

[qstarhalo]

Cellbit, Phil, Bad, and Etoiles being a group is insane

You have the three heads of the order and the French warrior.

Cellbit - One of the smartest on the island. Always cracking secrets and being given puzzles which has exercised his brain. He can and most definitely will create plans

Phil - One of the most difficult people to get his guard down. And a fantastic fighter. With his reasoning and fight, there's almost no one to get pass him. Along with that, he's an alert person.

Etoiles - THE warrior, with his constant fights with the Code, he has been granted the title. With his strategies and strong armour (+ the code sword), he's just unstoppable

Bad - Smart, alert, and strong. Always has everything. He has the potions, he's quick with the revivals and always on alert.

And a major addition, Cellbit got three of the strongest players on the island. Etoiles and Phil trust each other and are always down to fight alongside each other. Bad and Etoiles are so strong, Bad's quick thinking and Etoiles strength they're unstoppable. And along with that, this gives Bad a good opportunity to snap and/or go a bit feral, something Etoiles has always wanted to see

[5h0w1sh]

Best friends having a meeting

[okaybut-merelyplayers]

Ykw I'm so sick of getting emotionally attached to stories and characters and fandoms just for certain companies to violently rip them from me

[massy2ly]

STOP SETTING OUR STANDARDS SO HIGH!!!!

Why are they always gay and fictional ??

One day, a lonely simple guy met a spoiled bratty prince. He fell hard, then spoiled him rotten. Like a good “Gege” 😌😃.

I’m the one who needs a leave of absence from bl series cause y’all too much !!! Wang when I catch your oblivious ass 🙂. Look at him sprawled out on bed, all used to princess treatment. Love that for him but give him a goodbye kiss maybe idk.

[lovelybabey]

Thinking about sitting really still while they practice using rope on me. Tying and untying and retying, and making me sit perfectly still for them. I’d be so well behaved.