#YOOOOO GOES WILD

[queer-n-here]

Hey love, like your writings! May I ask for something with Mark Twain? 🙏 (I keep imagining him getting taken hard against that chair of his or a wall, doesn't matter since he can't think straight anymore because of the way he's handled 👉👉)

Yooooo this you?

These two are so similar I wonder if it's the same person asking twice hehe.

Well, here goes!

Contents: Fucking Mark Twain against a wall.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, rough sex.

Thinking about...

Picking Mark up and pinning him up against a wall, thighs apart and legs spread for your cock to enter him easily. His breath hitching at the feel of it, hands gripping onto your t-shirt in an attempt to ground himself.

Fucking into him at a rough pace, loud squelches punctuating the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Him biting his lip to try and not moan too loud; the wall behind him isn't thick enough for your neighbours to not know he's getting taken against it. You making it even harder for him, hips rolling to hit that spot inside of him that makes him throw his head back so hard he hits it against the wall, crying out.

Lowering your head to kiss Mark's chest while you fuck him, nipping and biting at his skin, making him hold onto the back of your neck. His eyes growing cloudier with each thrust, his brain turning into mush with the way you're handling him.

"Such a whore, aren't you? Always fucking flashing everyone with your bare chest. Don't you love being a tease, hmm?" Gritting your teeth against the pleasure as you speak, never slowing down in your onslaught on your boyfriend, enjoying the way he whines in response.

Feeling him clench around you so pathetically as you fuck him into oblivion, his toes curling and thighs trembling, breathing uneven. Him latching himself into your shoulders, blunt nails digging into your skin as he tries desperately to ground himself.

Thinking about...

Fucking into Mark so hard and fast he almost falls into you, half-screaming with the pleasure of it, brain unable to piece together any words.

"[Name], f-fuck! A-ah, mmph!" Being the only thing he can say, what with his ass being attacked so brutally.

His eyes watering at the pleasure, tears slipping down his cheeks and onto his open shirt, darkening the white fabric.

Mark lowering his eyes to look at the place where you and him meet, face immediately turning red as his dick twitches, precum leaking down his shaft.

His ass jiggling with each thrust as you pound into him with the ferocity of a wild animal, growling and nipping at his skin, veins on your hands bulging as you hold his thighs apart.

Thinking about...

Mark's jaw falling slack as you make him see stars, so thoroughly fucked that he can't even think of warning you before he cums, his orgasm hitting him like a truck, making him buck his hips into yours as ropes of cum shoot out of his untouched dick.

Him clenching so hard around you as he finishes that it gets tough to push into him, and the white hot coil of pleasure in your gut snaps, making you paint his walls white with your seed.

[ryuto12]

One thing I’ll never let go in RWBY is like, the world has these insane ATLA level animals that are just simply outshined by Grimm so much we forget they don’t have the same faunua as we do

This is most obvious in Vacuo where they have giant fucking lion turtles like what do you mean lion turtles????

Vacuo and Menagerie specifically have some absolutely wild animals just roaming around sometimes in the same danger category as Grimm

It’s a good thing Grimm don’t attack animals because holy shit that’d be terrifying cause one day you walk out your tent into the desert to catch the sunrise before everyone else and and what the hell is that???? Yooooo there’s a sand worm boxing a king taijitu

Also willing to bet outside the city Vale catches some strays from Vacuo since they’re both part of Sanus and can you imagine what goes on in Mistral?

Anima is the only continent where it supports basically all weather types, not overly perfect weather like Vale, not overly hot in Vacuo or freezing cold in Atlas but just kinda all over the place depending where you are in the kingdom.

And Solitas? Anything that can survive the freezing temperatures like that deserves to have respect put on its name

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, stuck somewhere between cheering "We're back baby!!" and "WTF was that 😳😳😳!!!???". We've got the firefam back and going strong in every way, be it collectively or with their partners, and the vibes have been sorely missed. On the other hand exactly how are we supposed to interpret Buck and Eddie's relationship other than exactly what you're putting on the damn screen Tim??!! There's literally only one logical conclusion to completing the Diaz family once Eddie is asking Buck directly to help him parent, and it sure as hell isn't Folger's coffee Marisol (or KR's mom's best friend). Also when the stage direction for these two is apparently "make a lot of sexual innuendos but with only facial expressions" while Ryan's direction in the Marisol scenes is "act like she's present" 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Anywho, loved this start to the season, it ranged seamlessly from deeply personal to jello talk (to the very non subtle Natalia bashing) and if this is what we're in for I'm very much on board, so cheers friend and let's welcome our show home!!

Yooooo! How are we feeling after that episode?! It was WILD, right? Hands down the best premier episode they've had since season 3. Plus, the emergency for the next two (!!!) episodes looks like it's going to be the heart-pounding and engaging action that actually hits some emotional beats that we've sorely missed! Tim is bringing that sweet, sweet, firefam energy and it's PALPABLE in every scene where the heart of the show lies, and that is with our mains. (We didn't get a lot of Hen, but I feel like she's going to be featured more heavily next week which we probably wouldn't have noticed if the show got a 2 hour premier like the big emergencies used to get.)

The Buddie stuff was....whoo boy. Having the blurry background gf for the flashback to the date, but Buck being the one Eddie goes to when an issue comes up? LOUD! Buck being asked to step in and co-parent when the difficult conversation needs to happen? LOUD! Having Buck and Shannon sit in the same place on the bed to "talk" to Chris? LOUD LOUD LOUD! At the end of the day, I'm just happy we're getting to see Buddie have scenes together and actually SEE that they are best friends and in each other's pockets. But also, like...how are you going to establish that there isn't anyone who can co-parent with Eddie like Buck can and expect anyone to root for either of them forcing some rando into that space?! And don't get me started on that weird serial killer grimace smile Marisol has painted onto her face. She had a blip second of screentime and it was already SO cringe. Can we just be done with that now?

Speaking of done, I am STILL laughing at Tim coming in like, "The death doula was STUPID, it wasn't at ALL what Buck would need or want, and we aren't gonna do it! I planned a scene, but actually we have more important stuff to do!" Meanwhile, the "more important stuff" was Eddie being shirtless while Buck ogles him, Eddie putting his hand on Buck's pulse again while Buck blushes and smiles, Buck talking about sexual tension while walking towards Eddie dick first and holding a fire extinguisher hose in front of his crotch and proceeding to spray it, Buck and Eddie co-parenting seamlessly, and basically Buck and Eddie making heart eyes at each other any time the other did anything. If nothing else, Tim has a WEALTH of info to point back to as signposts if anyone wants to try and argue that Buddie came out of nowhere, like DAMN. Get a ROOM you two!

ANYWAY. I'm stoked for next week! I am ready to see Bobby and Athena going through it while the firefam are fighting to get to them! I am READY to see more Madney being adorable and heartfelt and their scenes being funny while not just being played off for laughs (not that KR was ever able to keep Kenny and JLH from bring the feels in every interaction because they're actually good at their jobs, but you know what I mean). I am dyyyyying to know what Hen and Karen are up to right now, and I am ready to see the whole crew back at work! (I'm also here for any more shade Timmy wants to throw around because some of the comments, and some of the lines in the show have got me like 🤭🤭🤭)

ABC came out swinging with all the promo and having EVERYONE doing interviews (god bless, Oliver needed a break), and the premier episode absolutely backed up all that work and money they put in. I am cautiously optimistic that, at least as far as getting the show back on track to those early season vibes, we are in for some good times and delicious drama that is still human and centered instead of OTT soapy. Cheers and fingers crossed this momentum keeps up and gets people engaged so we can get a full season 8!

[domnq88]

Listen to the babes new song!

Yooooo this song goes so hard!!!!

LOOK AT THIS CUTIE!!!

Watch this music video it is WILD!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[bangchanswolfpelt]

Kinktober Day 2: Hands Down

can i request day 2 spanking for a bit teasing dom!yeonjun? like not just ass, tit/thigh/even light pussy spanking? and also him spitting on reader’s pussy as part of prep (up to u if u wanna include cunnilingus or not?)with sweet aftercare after all the fucking (if there is space for that and only if u can) thank u so much!!

cw: dom!Yeonjun; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender; reader has a vulva; inconsistent barrier protection used (condoms, no dental dams); public/semi-public sex (car sex yooooo); spanking (thighs, ass, clit, chest); spit; cunnilingus; piv sex; there’s not much room for aftercare in the backseat of a car, but Junie gets soft as hell at the end

wordcount: 2,190 words

tagging: @jensdior

The smell of wet concrete, laughter in your ear brighter than the lightning cutting across the sky, long fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you to shelter.

Your lungs are burning and your cheeks ache from grinning so hard, you can’t even bring yourself to care about the chill seeping through your damp clothes to raise goosebumps across your skin. Why would you care, when Yeonjun’s breath is warming your skin, when your limbs are such an impossible tangle in the backseat of his care that you can’t tell where you end and he begins?

Pulling apart is a futile endeavor, your vision blurred by the weight of raindrops on your lashes, big hands roaming your body in playful attempts to ‘help’ that only drag you in closer. Somewhere in the disorder of your limbs, your knee digs into his thigh, and his hand comes down on your hip with a shrill, indignant laugh—it’s louder than it is painful, the impact of his palm dulled by the barrier of your jeans, but you gasp and arch into the sudden contact.

Yeonjun's eyes widen at your response and he laughs again, half disbelief and half joy. It had been—a joke? But if you…

“Do you—do you like that?” Your cheeks burn as you avoid his gaze, so you don’t see his plush lips curving wickedly, you aren’t ready for his hand curling around the nape of your neck, tugging you in for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. You gasp and he laughs into your mouth, taking the chance to dip his tongue between your lips, savoring the sweetness of stolen opportunities.

It takes no time at all for him to sit up and drag you across his lap, all pretense of clumsiness set aside now that he has something he wants. You squirm as a bony knee digs into your belly, heart pounding in your ears as anticipation leaks into your bloodstream, but you let him manhandle you as he pleases.

He wrestles your jeans down, giving up when he’s got them down around your knees, and rakes his nails lightly up the backs of your thighs to the curve of your ass. He takes his time groping and squeezing, enjoying the way you fit perfectly into his hand. When his hand finally lifts to deliver another sharp, stinging spank, this time against bare skin, you’re doubly startled when his palm meets the top of your thigh, then the other immediately after. Nerves light up like firecrackers—quick, bright flashes of pain that are gone almost as soon as you recognize them.

“How’s that, hm?” His tone is light, but the hand pressed into the small of you back rubs soothingly along your spine, and a different kind of warmth pools in your belly at the poorly veiled care in his words.

“Good? It’s—it’s good, yeah,” you say shakily, fraying at the edges too much to sound as nonchalant as you’d like to, but not willing to give up whatever ground you might have left when you’re bent over someone’s lap.

“You don’t sound very sure of that… maybe I should stop—”

“No!” The immediacy of your response draws another laugh from Yeonjun, bright and bubbly as sparkling wine; the sound of it goes to your head, and for a wild moment, you’re sure that the only thing keeping you from floating away or spontaneously combusting is his hand, cool and firm against your heated skin.

“So I should keep going then? Have you been bad?” You whine wordlessly at his teasing interrogation, burying your face in the upholstery of the car as if it could swallow you whole and save you from having to respond. “Well, if you haven’t been bad…”

“I’m half-naked in Choi Yeonjun’s car after half of a decent first date, I think that’s pretty bad!” Laughter and disbelief both lift the pitch of your voice, giving your voice a nearly hysterical edge as you resist the urge to grind down on his thigh like a dog in heat.

“Only ‘decent’?” His tone is indignant and you’re ready to disappear into the trunk of his car and give up on life.

“It would be better than decent if you stopped teasing.” You only half-intend for him to hear your grumbling, burying your face miserably in your arms—you’re nearly resigned to never getting what you want—you’re not even sure you know what you want.

Instead of answering, though, Yeonjun trails his fingers up the inside of your thigh, dipping into the heated apex to slide a single finger between your folds—which is when you realize how embarrassingly wet you are.

“Hmmmm, I think it might already be more than decent.” His voice is low and smug as he thumbs at your clit aimlessly; it makes you want to simultaneously want to fling yourself out of the car and wrap yourself around him like a boa constrictor, all teeth and hunger and raw animal instinct.

There’s a moment of painful quiet, the silence between the two you broken only by the steady patter of rain against the roof of the car and the obscene sound of his fingers slick with arousal toying with you. Time stretches out like taffy under the weight of expectation, and you dig your teeth into your lower lip to keep yourself from saying something you’re sure you’d regret. Your body’s tight with want as you try to cling to some vestige of dignity, despite the cruel little sparks of pleasure taunting you.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, snapping the fine thread of tension like a crack of thunder. It’s not the sharp, fleeting sting of his earlier blows—it’s heavier, pain blooming across your skin in a hot, steady wave. He gives you just enough time to squirm away; when you don’t, his hand comes back down on the other side just as heavy and hard.

The spanks come in quicker succession as Yeonjun’s confidence grows—your whimpers grow louder and less restrained, your hips jerking away then arching right back up into his touch for more, and it all just makes him more eager to unravel you. You feel hot, dizzy with want, your body narrowed down to where his hand meets your flesh as each spank shreds just a little more of your self-consciousness.

He doesn’t stop until you’re whining, grinding against his thighs mindlessly, not caring about the mess you’re leaving on his jeans. Panting as though he’s just run a mile, Yeonjun rolls you over onto your back, greedily taking in the sight of you limp and trembling across his lap. He has to resist the urge to lean in and lick the tears spilling from your unfocused eyes; instead, he spreads your legs, sliding his fingers between your folds to open up your pretty little lips, plush and hot with arousal.

“I’m not sure you’re wet enough yet,” he drawls teasingly, leaning in as if to get a closer look before spitting right on your exposed clit. The crude action has you weakly hiding your face even as your hips arch into it and he laughs, rewarding you with a quick spank to the sensitive nub, the sound of it wet and messy as a sharp little bolt of pleasure-pain arcs through your body, yanking a startled squeak from you.

There’s a pause as he gauges your response—your breathing ragged, your thighs twitching, but still parted for him—then gives your pussy one more good spank before he’s shifting your legs off his lap and moving down your body to bury his face between your thighs.

Hungry as Yeonjun is for you, he’s still a fucking tease: kissing and sucking playfully at your outer lips, tongue working in quick, clever flicks around your clit and around your entrance, but never quite pushing in. Every once in a while, he pulls away to deliver another stinging spank to your clit, his dark gaze eating up the way you writhe and moan in the dim light of his car.

You’re so far gone, you don’t even know how long he’s been toying with you when he finally pulls off of you, all you know is that you’re desperate to cum when he finally starts yanking your jeans down past your knees, legs shaky and weak as your shoes and pants disappear somewhere in the void of the car’s floor. He’s hauling you up to straddle his lap as soon as your legs are free, one arm wrapped around your waist to pull you in for a hungry kiss—you can taste yourself on him, musky and sharp and sticky as he fucks his tongue into your soft, slack mouth. You can feel his other arm reaching out, fumbling for… something? You’re not sure what, until he’s pulling away to hold up a condom, eyes wide and pleading as a child in a candy shop.

“Please?” is all he asks, a hint of a whine to his tone, as though he hasn’t worked you up so much that the thought of not fucking him makes you want to expire.

Your only response is to start yanking furiously at his belt, and Yeonjun laughs that laugh you like far too much before deft fingers join your own to free his cock. There’s no time to admire it—a tiny, hopeful part of you sparks at the thought that there’s time for that later—before he’s frantically rolling the condom on and dragging your hips across his length.

When he finally sinks into you, you don’t feel the stretch at all, you’re so wet—it just feels right, like a hunger finally put to rest. He keeps you moving up and down his cock with an arm around your waist, but the other comes up to spank your tits, to pinch at your nipples, and each tiny burst of pain just drives you closer to your release. All the while, his breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he hoarsely whispers filth in a steady stream that matches the even roll of his hips driving up into yours.

“Look at how pretty you are, skin all red and warm for me,” he hisses, palm coming down to deliver another stinging slap to your chest that has you clenching down around his cock.

“Can’t wait to see how pretty you are when you start to bruise, all tender and sore for me—you won’t be able to sit down without thinking about me for days, will you?” He catches your lobe between his teeth, determined to be generous with his doses of pain, and you whine at the sweet sting combined with—whatever else it is his words are tugging at. The thought of days ahead, of catching your reflection to see bruises in the shape of his handprints, of remembering and Yeonjun caring about you remembering, makes you hazy and soft in a way nothing else tonight has.

“You want a pretty little necklace to match the rest of your bruises?” He punctuates his question with a sharp nip to the base of your throat and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to roll through you with all the force of a hurricane, vision going dark for a moment as the world narrows down to nothing but Yeonjun—inside you, around you, consuming you completely.

He follows after almost immediately, dragged over the edge with you by your nails digging into his biceps and the look of wanton abandon that consumes you. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave even more bruises, his thrusts growing erratic as he cums inside of you with a rough groan.

The two of you cling to each other for another few heartbeats, trying to catch your breath, then Yeonjun’s easing you off his lap as though you might break; if you had any air left in your lungs, you’d laugh at the sudden shift. He fumbles with the condom, dropping it into a cupholder after a quick look around, and you have to bite back a giggle as you watch him from where you’re curled up sleepily against the door.

It’s been such a good day, you’re disappointed it has to end—but before you can work up the energy to start searching for pants and socks, there’s an arm curling around you, tugging you down onto a firm, broad chest. Despite all the warnings from your better judgment—don’t get your hopes up, don’t seem too clingy—you can’t help but cuddle in as close as you can, greedy for the warmth of his body. You breathe in the scent of sweat and rain and lingering cologne, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of rain against the car window lulls you to sleep.

When you shiver against him, Yeonjun wraps you up in his hoodie; he tucks it around your frame with painstaking care, as if with it, he could make sure you never leave. You’re not awake to feel his lips brush sweetly along your temple, or to see the nakedly fond smile stretching across his face, but his hoodie will still be snug around you when you wake up.

[drabbles-of-writing]

I was thinking of an au where Hunter just... Gets the fuck out of the emperor's cover when he's like. 8. He already has his staff (it's currently bigger than him) and he just got the scar on his face and he was scared okay so the teleportation thing just activated by himself and he found himself. In the forest??? At first he wants to go back to Belos except he has No Idea How since he doesn't knows where the fuck he is. But after a while (... Maybe the amount of time it takes for Belos to notice that Hunter disappeared) he begins to see that uh, living alone seems... Good. He doesn't have to be scared of Belos if Belos isn't here, doesn't have to be scared of failure since there's no one here therefore no one's expects anything from him, no one knows he's here so he can do what he wants... It's unexpected complete freedom. And Hunter likes that. He doesn't exactly realizes that Belos was bad, but he doesn't thinks Belos needs him either so it wouldn't be a big deal if he just stayed there. So Hunter just basically becomes a whole cryptid because when he goes to the city it's 1) to haunt the library for hours reading about every type of magic or 2) steal food! And with the red glow of his teleportation thing (+ a wood mask that he carved himself, because he's dramatic like that) people think he's, like, a ghost. They're not exactly scarred of him because he's definitely not hostile, but definitely a cryptid. Basically it's Hunter escaping belos at like 8 and raising himself in the wild for years, becoming both an absolute cryptid and a complete feral child, but he's free like no one else is. What do you think? :D

YOOOOO thats a really cool idea!! Hunter's just a feral little boy out in the Wilds who's been raising himself since he was like 8 and doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. He's skittish of people, but still cracks jokes and causes trouble. his speech isn't the best, since he's lived on his own and all his language he learned from his few visits to the marketplace or when people were yelling at him (he's got quite the sailors mouth). he's got a few different names, but his most popular is the Golden Ghost (bc of the color of his mask, his hair, and just. being a nuisance nobody can catch).

He and Eda are mortal enemies specifically because both of them are eccentric weirdos who live in the woods and cause problems for Bonesborough. They rarely interact enough to have a proper conversation until Luz shows up but they Know Of each other and thats enough to make them enemies but in the fun way not the murder way. he accidentally runs into Luz and she takes 1 look at this feral kid and goes "oh SICK new friend!" and now he's just. stuck with a sister. he's got street smarts and a lot of mixed feelings on Belos and is ready to bite someone. I absolutely love him

[beepartcollection]

my random list of all tomorrows headcanons

Sail People move like sea lions on land while Tool Breeders move like seals on land, if you know what they both look like on land, you know

Because they move like blobs of blubber on land, the Tool Breeders made what we’d call wheelchairs in order to move on land effectively

and of course they bred it so its alive

The ones with the darkest skin tones would likely be the sail people and asymmetric people, since they were/are the most exposed to sunlight on a daily basis (for the asymmetrics, the lopsiders were, then likely gave that to the asymmetrics when they made them)

the asymmetrics did to those little blobby animals in those lopsiders art what the lopsiders did to them- made a low gravity version so that while they travel they have little companions, like dogs or cats

the snake people are MUSCLEY AS FUCK cause following snake logic, which are just tubes of muscle, they use all of them to get around, which means snake people are likely very physically dense, like a warm blankie

the asteromorphs were like like ‘HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOOOOO’ when they saw posthumans developing not only sapience but colonization of other planets, and then the empire

the titans made it to like, the spore tribal stage before they got ice age’d

because they got ice age’d, there’s probably very nicely preserved remains of them out there

saurosapients are smol, they are short, if you look at the art the rider is like, half the height of the human, they are small

they developed memes and the internet, but dont immediately assume its exactly like ours

asymmetricals have hair, snake people too

symbiote hosts were evolved specifically to not have hair because thats where the parasite goes

pterosapiens have the TIGHTEST family units, be they 3 people or 25, they are VERY tight, generation after generation

those things on the satyriac’s back? haha fooled you i have no idea what those are for

the homeworld of the killer folk is slightly warmer and drier than earth, which lead to a kinda cowboy wild west world (though not ALL of the world is like that of course, if there’s anything i hate in sci fi, its one biome worlds (except city worlds those make sense))

bug facers wear robes

[mnstrfcker]

Yooooo tell us about your yautja ocs! What are they like, what are their backstories etc etc I want to know EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

OKAY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION BC I AM LITERALLY VIBRATING WITH THE NEED TO GUSH ABT MY BOYS (Unfortunately I can't reveal anything abt their backstory as that would be major spoilers for anyone reading my story, but I am down to write abt their personalities!)

Okay so-

Ta'thiir

·A giant teddy bear. He was always the sweeter of the three, he got teased alot in his past for his big heart.

But make no mistake, he is one lethal hunter and his kindness is shown only to those who earn it.

·He is the messiest of the three. He simply sets something down and tells himself he'll get it later- which he does- after one of his brothers points it out.

(I feel you Ta'thiir, I really do.)

·Easily excitable. Anything as simple as a grin and giggle will have his heart soaring. He is the extrovert. Loves long, loud conversation.

Is a lover of the alcoholic drinks made on his home planet, doesn't drink too often but won't deny if you offer.

·Fiercely protective. If its something or someone he actually gives a damn about, he will tread the fucking clouds and kick down heavens door to fight god if it meant protecting it/them.

Me'Ki-Ta

·If grisl could be a person, it would be him. He is all rock, thorns and fire. He's got a 24 hr resting bitch face and punches people in his sleep. He dreams of violence, wakes up and chooses it.

·Has the worst temper out of them all. And many people would think he's cold and unfeeling, just angry. This is wrong. For a good reason, Me'Ki-Ta has had to harden his shell.

He is the most emotional of the three, if anything. He trusts his instincts almost to a fault, because the last time he ignored them it cost him nearly his entire clan.

He feels sadness, anguish, shame- it all comes out in an angry manner. The dude doesn't know how to be soft.

·Loves to read. This is not something Elite Hunters normally do, it was only highest ranking Yautja- known as Ancients- who read. Everyone knows how to, of course, but it is rare one would for leisure.

He likes the quiet entertainment they provide. A scene playing out in his head, vivid. Books can be violent and fell of war, or heartbreaking and bittersweet. He finds solace in the pages, able to feel without admiting to it.

·Cannot sit still. You will rarely find Me'Ki-Ta relaxing for longer than 2-3 minutes. This does include reading- he will have a book in his face while he tends to his hounds, or sharpening his blades.

·The most possessive out of the three. Borderline obsessive sometimes- he's got abandonment issues. Dude is just deathly afraid of losing people he cares about.

Mohtiat

·The goof of the group. Inappropriate jokes, pranks, its all him. Unless he ropes some poor soul into his games.

Please engage in playful banter with him, he loves that shit.

·Has slight OCD tendencies developed in the past, for example- he sharpens his blades evenly and three times on each side, if he differs he starts all over again until he gets it right or it feels okay to put them away. Look sideways at his knives and you'll get cut without touching it.

(His main fixation is repetition in even numbers.)

·The flirtiest. Dude was a champion during the time before the incident, he was quite the charmer. Now its much more subtle and toned down- but no less effective, believe me.

·Loves to fiddle with technology, he's the most curious of the three. He's the technician on the ship.

Has a bulky tool-belt he wears to repair anything- and yall, its a low rider. The way he wears it on his hips is something I shed tears about everyday.

·The best at expressing himself. He's a smooth talker, and is the best at showing just what hes feeling. He isn't afraid to look like an asshole it means protecting someone over their feelings.

Vaa'Leao

·If you look up 'bad bitch' in the dictionary you'll find her face plastered next to it. Sometimes I imagine her with a russian accent bc she WOULD be the brooding russian bounty hunter lady with 23 knives in her jacket.

"On Yautja-Prime, you either dominate or get dominated. Take that however you like."

·Will never admit it and would in fact die before doing so but she adores plants. So much. The main reason she goes hunting on Earth is for the prime sport and ✨succulents✨

·Dead-face heart-stoppingly blunt. If you have something in your teeth, she will tell you not matter who is there with you. If you made a mistake, she will point it out.

She sees it as helping, but desbite this she sometimes comes off as rude. The bars fights she's been in are legendary.

(Also- if she finds you attractive, she will tell you. And keep telling you until you either accept her advances or reject her. She won't speak word of it again if you say no.)

·Is very passionate about herself. Confidence 101 if it had legs and could take lives. She has a big ego, but she's got the skills and skulls to excuse it. She's just that good.

I'LL DO ONE FOR THE REAPER CLAN SOON- STILL FLESHING THEM OUT!!

I hope this is okay! I went WILD LMAO.

[dotjoy]

do u listen to pilotredsun

YOOOOO!!! could you tell?? lmao. I’m a big fan, their evolution as an artist has been wild. I actually just realized the second half of my earthbound tribute had a similar vibe to pilotredsun / cboyardee’s dilbert videos imo, funny you say. Also “Not so fast” might be my favorite YouTube video, I’m still obsessed. I haven’t listened to “Achievement” since it came out , I forgot how hard it goes :o

[bookwyrminspiration]

QUIL QUIL QUIL GUESS WHAT

MY CRUSH ASKED ME FOR MY DISCORD TONIGHT AND NOW WE ARE TALKING AND OMGGGG

His hair.

Is blonde.

And is the same style.

As Keefe Sencen.

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-MOSSY

yooooo that's so cool!! I hope you

enjoy talking to each other!! Well, clearly it sounds like you're excited about it but!! I mean if there's any anxiety or anticipation about talking to your crush, I hope it's manageable!

I know when my partner and I were in the weeks leading up to getting together there was a lot of like...energy? Whenever I talked to them. Just every conversation like whats gonna happen what are we doing what do I say was that the right thing to say? There was just a lot of talking if I remember right.

Hang on this isn't really important but I looked back at the texts we sent each other the day we got together and I am. Now laughing slightly. My partner asked me how I survived the other friend at the table after lunch ('cause I had class with her after and she was. very excited about our relationship. but that's a whole other story about how we got together) and then it goes on to an entirely separate conversation about whether or not we're actually dating. Idk why I felt the need to share but now you know. I guess it's because you brought up crushes and it reminded me of that !!

but back to what you were saying!! I wonder if your crush is as wild and specific about his hair as Keefe is. Also this has me wondering what style Keefe even has because I can't really visualize people in my head so I'm over here like !! Yay!! So excited for you and also don't know what that actually means!!

if the all-caps are any indication, this seems like a good thing and something you're excited about, so I'm excited with you!! Yay!! I hope everything goes well and you can get to know each other better through your discord conversations!!

this sounds very sweet!! enjoy your conversations but don't stay up late for him!! still drink water and take care of yourself!

[starrysamu]

RE: UX and Design

The script writing is a project I'm doing for my volunteer work, haha.

In my day job, I'm a designer at a digital agency. The work really ranges for me, but most of my project right now are either building apps or websites. I can't be too specific on what I worked on but let's just say last year I worked on the mobile app and digital self-ordering kiosk for a well-known fast food chain HAHA. 👀

Sooooooometimes I get graphic design-focused projects where I just get to go wild on the visuals. Those are always fun. But sometimes not fun because you have to follow the client's brand rather than completely making it up as you go.

Hmmmm favourite project... I'd say it's this one client I had where I didn't actually get to do traditional design work, hahah!! I essentially had to 'design' a process for what an effective product team looked and functioned like. So that involved a lot of talking to the team members and observing how they work, what tools they were using, and how they interacted with each other.

While I wasn't doing traditional design in the form of creating mock ups of pages or user flows of how a user goes through an app/website, the skills I learned from being a designer (the problem solving skills), still applied.

Yooooo. @mimi-cee-hq !! I see you. HAHAH. That's a really good way to apply design principles in other seemingly unrelated fields. ❤️

Man IA is still such a blackbox to me. I can do the bare minimum but my coworker who specializes in looks like they're always busy with diagrams, excel sheets, and data hahah.

There's lots of resources out there to get your fundamentals down! There's a YT channel called The Futur (I love them, they are my heroes). They have a playlist called "Getting Started in Design". It's a pretty good one, covers a lot of broad topics but can give you a quick view on the fundamentals.

Here's the YT playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzKJi2GjpkEHB0CuR7JP-rARjkqnzRM2x

I talked too long HAHAHAHAHHA. But I do enjoy sharing what I know about design and the industry so yah, I'm a chatterbox about it haha.

— 🦈 Anon

hi dear i'm sorry it took so long to respond!!! most of the time during the week when i would get on i'd be like i need more brainpower to respond like .. coherently

that sounds so cool OMG i hope you're enjoying the experience!! also this is all so foreign to me honestly but it sounds like really interesting stuff like ...... like ugh i just wish i had more time in the day to learn about stuff like this in fields that aren't my own

IA SOUNDS INTENSE ........ COULD NOT BE FOR ME METHINKS

but also thank u for telling me about this yt channel!! i'm gonna have to check it out during my free time!!

i hope ur projects are going well :')

[malhare-archive]

Oh yeah pal, the wolf monologue basically made the film for me. Like before I was just like "This is an interesting weird movie I guess" but after that I was like "Oh god. Oh fuck." Like personally I'm more of a scorpion person, I've been obsessed with them since a young age and also playing HIKEBACK, a psychological horror / sci-fi short visual novel about abuse and change (or the ability to), did something to me that no other story will ever be able to do, and that game used Aesop's scorpion and the frog as character themes (it can even be seen in the designs now that I think about it) and metaphors. And also I'm like weirdly obsessed with that pop culture retelling of the fable, where the scorpion doesn't sting the frog and says that it can't choose its nature but it can control its actions or something like that? I also have a love/hate relationship with the original fable because on one hand I'm like "REAL SHIT 👀👀👀???" and on the other I am like "When I die I will take a book of these fables with me and I will hit Aesop really hard with it every afternoon for the rest of eternity because this fable is wrong and goes against all my convictions and ideals and it is imperative to my wellbeing that Aesop is aware of that."

But anyway wolves are cool too, it's just that, I don't know, I just hate relating to wolves because if I say it, people will surely think that I'm one of those weird guys who are like "Oh I'm a total wolf I'm a Super Mega Alpha Male haha lol". Or they'll think that I'm saying that they're like cool and badass and majestic and I'm too. But what I am in fact saying is "I was born with; or perhaps was made to grow; metaphorical claws and teeth so sharp they bite when they should kiss and cut when they should pet. My love is caustic and smells of burning plastic, it bites and takes and tears your throat out until there's nothing left of you to give to me, to nurture my empty body with. My hair raises at the tiniest sound and my heart is always racing to run or fight. I'm a wild animal, a pack animal, but I'm rabid." you know?

Anyway the wolf songs. Well the most obvious ones are:

I Know I'm A Wolf by Young Heretics

Little Red Riding Hood by Amanda Seyfried

Wolf Like Me by TV On The Radio (or this cover)

Then there's WOLF by Siamés, which is from the POV of the wolf and uses it as a metaphor for addiction

Then The Wolf Song by OMNIA, which actually may be rather literal because OMNIA is a bit out there

Then Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms uses the wolf metaphor once but it isn't the focus

Songs that are focused on their metaphor but use a slightly different animal are:

Lion by Hollywood Undead

and Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (actually I'm mildly sure this one is supposed to be about sexual assault but I can't really be sure sure about it and personally I don't treat it as that kind of song but as a general thing. Mostly because I can relate to "You're cold on the inside, there's a dog in your heart, and it tells you to tear everything apart." and actually a lot of the lyrics in general.)

Some other miscellaneous songs are:

Wounded Wolf by Giles Corey, which is named that but never actually mentions a wolf???

Bitten by Patrick Wolf (lol), which yeah talks about being bitten and stuff but isn't really focused on that. Honestly I just like the song.

Silt by Half Waif, which uses a few lyrics of a lion metaphor but otherwise talks more generally about loving with venom

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives, which is also pretty vague in terms of metaphors but it fits the general concept.

I'm actually somewhat sure I knew more very specific wolf songs, but I can't find them at all right now?? Idk might get back to you with more if I ever remember the titles lol.

YOOOOO, sorry this took me a while to get around to I just [inhale] have a lot of thoughts and wanted to be able to give a thoughtful response! Thank you so much for the reccs, I LOVE getting music reccs and I LOVE wolf metaphors/imagery so I put all these songs on a playlist to listen to at work!

I've already heard a few of these - Funnily enough, "Wolf Like Me" is my favorite TV on the Radio song! I also love "I Know Im a Wolf" and "Dog Teeth"!! Im excited to listen to the rest <3

I really like the Scorpion and the Frog fable too! That "nature vs self determination" debate is really close to my own heart.

I also definitely feel you on relating to wolves in that way, especially the bit about “having claws and teeth” that accidentally hurt others. My connection to wolves isn't some macho lone-wolf deal, it's about trauma, overcoming your own nature and life obstacles, and inner strength though I'm now starting to get more into my relationship with my patron deity, Fenrir.

[jack-enbyfold]

I’m not writing a fic but I’ve got dialogue damn it.

After the final Trial. Ranboo played a rigged game for Wilbur’s death but his execution.

[He was thrown in a very deep pit themed like an old time print shop. He was forced to write down everything he remembered about the killing game in front of a timer labeled “deadline”. Every word he typed was 1 link added on to a giant chain out of his hole, attached to a journal-shaped weight at the top. He actually finishing and was climbing out when it hit 0. However, the timer changed to say “FIRED” and everything began burning. The chain he was climbing wrapped around him, pulling/tying him up as the ditch was flooded to “put out the fire.”]

What was SUPPOSED to happen was that all the top chain would shatter, implying his writing/memory was too weak, and he would be sent down to drown. (It’s called Weak-Link btw)

What happened instead was the players remaining, with information/tools Wilbur had given them before he forced Phil to kill him, had managed to stop it. Fundy gets a cool moment where they’re looking at the machine and everyone’s like “alright ultimate coder, can you stop this?” And Fundy goes “yeah” and starts smashing.

Ranboo ends up tossed to the ground next to the pit of water. Tubbo runs in to try and save him but is met by Technoblade and oops I wrote stuff.

——

“I thought you wanted despair!”

“I do- I- I did…”

“LAIR!” Technoblade lunged at Tubbo but stopped, letting him fall back as he tried to jerk away. He fell on his back with a pathetic thud.

“I’m NOT! I loved despair, I lived through it… but now I’ve tried something different.” Tubbo drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet the pig-masked gaze. “Something I’ve always had. I’ve always wanted! With Tommy I almost had it… I could have had it… but you took that. I hate you for it. Technoblade, Philza, even Wilbur. I hate you.”

Ranboo winced at Tubbo’s growing dark tone. He didn’t like it, he didn’t want whatever was going to happen to Tubbo for it to happen. He expected a laugh or a scoff, or worse, a slice or thunk or scream, but none of those came. Something sparked inside him. Something familiar, something good. The slightest sliver of hope dug it’s way into his chest, shot by the blessed silence. He  craned his neck, twisting in the heavy chains so he could look up at the masked man. There he was surprised yet again. There was no gnarled smile or vicious glare on Technoblade’s face, there was not cold empty apathy either, just a small humble frown. Ranboo squinted. Was the pressure of the weights getting to his head or was Technoblade… shaking?

“You…” he raped, not even flinching as both sets of eyes locked into him. “You… reg… regret it…” he gasped again, “d… don’t… you?”

A quizzical, piercing, glare was his only answer. It served more as a warning than a question but Ranboo answered anyway, even as just breathing was beginning to cause him pain.

“T… Tommy… you… regret… k…killing… hi-“

“SHUT UP!” The shaking in his hands became clear even to Ranboo at this point. The trident he was holding seemed to bend under how tight he gripped it, his eyes grew the wildest Ranboo had ever seen them even with all the bloodlust of this cursed game. He raised it up high and Ranboo wondered if it was more cowardly to squeeze his eyes shut or let them widen— And then Technoblade relaxed. His shoulders fell and the trident slipped from his fingers. It hit the ground with a boisterous clang, as if it too were confused by the shift in energy.

Techno stood there for a moment, looking down at the thing. His hands trembled furiously, he lifted them up to look at them, then he brought them over his face. “He… hehe…” he laughed. It wasn’t evil or wild or sarcastic- but it wasn’t humorous at all either. “Heheheh… hahaha… ahahahah… AHAHAHAHAH!”

Technoblades hands flew down; Ranboo could hear Tubbo’s gasp alongside his own as the hog mask came off with them. It was dropped to the ground with an unceremonious clatter mostly drowned out the the deranged laughter. It was off. Ranboo couldn’t breathe. That might be attributed to the weights and chains pinning him to the floor but he couldn’t help but attach it to the fact he could see Technoblade’s face. The mask that had haunted and tourmented them laid discarded a few feet away. Ranboo, almost wistfully, recalled a time they thought seeing behind the mask would solve their problems. What a stupid goal that had been. Technoblade’s skin was absolutely soaked with tears that still streamed down like lakes of acid, his eyes were bloodshot with pain and misery but his smile stretched ecstatic from ear to ear.

“Why are you smiling?” Tubbo demanded, audibly distressed by this turn of events. “Why do you try to hard to be miserable? You aren’t happy! I know you’re not!”

“Because,” Technoblade laughed. “You’re hurting me! I’m- it’s- DESPAIR!” Some awful mix of cackling and sobbing escaping his throat as he doubled over, holding his sides.

“You’re not happy.”

“Oh, Tubbo, I am! How can I not be? I’m miserable! I’ve never been so-“

“There’s another way, Technoblade.” Tubbo walked into Ranboo’s field of vision, leaning down next to the monster and placing his hand on his shoulder.

It was so easy to forget but Tubbo— him and Tommy— they’d been family to Wilbur and Techno. An awful, distorted, mockery of a family but a family done the less. Wilbur had certainly cared about Tommy and Tommy seemed to really love Tubbo. Ranboo wished he’d gotten to know him better.

“I will never, ever, forgive you.” Another round of hysterics spilled out of Technoblade. “But this isn’t right for anyone. There’s more, better, ways to find joy. Real joy. Honestly, despair is fucking overrated.” Despite the pain Ranboo found it in himself to laugh. He was too caught up in Tubbo’s speech to notice the figure looming behind him. “Please, Teachnoblade, have hope. Believe that there’s something better because there is. I’ve been in despair all my life, it’s all I’ve known, but—“

“Oh, Tubbo…” a pitying tone interrupted the moment.

Ice shot through Ranboo’s skeleton as the voice sliced from behind him. He tried to squirm himself around to face it but only hurt himself, he tried not to whimper as his shoulder and spine began to throb. He knew who the voice belonged to. He’d barely seen him but there was no way he could ever forget… Philza. “PLE-“ he gasped and sputtered. He didn’t have it in him to scream.

“If despair is all you know…” a cold hand gripped the chains around Ranboo’s back and yanked him sharply to his knees.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. What was that? No. Was that his heartbeat or his thoughts? No please no. So fast. He couldn’t breathe. So heavy… he ached. The tank was still next to them. He’d lost the trial.

“Then you’ve never really known despair!” The delight in the voice was sickening. Ranboo hated it would be the last thing he ever heard.

He hit the water to quick and sunk even quicker. It froze and burned and stung, he barely had time to register the pain of being thrown before he was falling. He was falling right? There’s no way he was sinking he was moving much too fast. And he was cold. He was so cold. If he was drowning wouldn’t he need to breathe? He didn’t feel like he was suffocating… he didn’t feel…

He hoped Tubbo would keep his promise.

Yooooo, holy shit. That execution was a great concept honestly. And I forgot how fucking weird Despair folks could be honestly. Your writing is so good! Poor Tubbo!

[ryo-maybe]

today on an ongoing political "ivestigation" of sorts that is happening to in brazil to prove the extreme iresponsability of the current brazilian president during the pandemic, when questioning the secretary of the ministery of health Mayra Pinheiro thry played a leakd sudio message that she sent her frind once that goes, and i quote:

"Everything of theirs have to do with LGBT, there is a penis on the door of the FioCruz, all of the mats on their doors have draeings of Cheguevara, all of their rooms have posters of "lulalivre" (a brazilian movement that aimed to free the ex-president Lula after he has falsely arrested on curruption charges, nowdays proven false) , they're a giant organisation that has large power [...]"

Like yooooo, what the fuck?

That is wild and vile, but why did you tell me specifically?

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Based off your recent post, any Group 1 boys friendship headcanons? And also Group 1 friendship hc in general, I love them all 💕

Aww of course!! 💜

So Group 1 boys...it starts out a tiny bit awkward since Maehara and Isogai are BFF’s and Kimura feels a little left out. They really do try their best to be inclusive, of course! But they have grown up together so there’s that familiarity...whereas Kimura is kind of an outsider

But don’t worry, over time this definitely goes away

Kimura and Maehara become Sports Bros™️ and grow to have a really tight, chaotic, and fun friendship.

They just end up vibing really well with their dramatic, playful moodmaker-kinda personalities.

One of my FAVORITE headcanons is Maehara’s love life going array and Kimura tries helping him out...but instead Kimura gets the girls, surprising everyone. Maehara is so salty lmaooooo.

Yes I do headcanon Kimura to be a Ladies Man. Yes I will write a fic about this if someone asks me to.

There are so many MaeIso friendship headcanons I can think of, but they’ll make this post too long. I’d rather just make a separate post for that haha.

Kimura and Isogai...aka a wild child and his tired parent. Isogai is so Done with his stupid chuuni shit.

This includes Okano actually. She and Kimura like to dare each other to do some really dumbass things...or more likely: Kimura suggests something dumb, she laughs at him and says “No way” then she ends up right alongside him doing said stupid thing.

And Isogai has to be the one to make sure they’re alive and plead with them not to do that thing again. It can’t be Kataoka or else she’ll murder both of them.

I’m sorry I have to go back to Group 1 boys real quick because I‘m just imagining them taking a picture together with Kimura in the middle, his arms around both of them...except boy is literally floating in the air because he’s so short dvebdbehebje

Or better yet, he’s on a step stool

Kurahashi and Maehara are really good friends!!! I just feel this in my soul, okay? Please let the kind, sunshine gingers be besties. Also their interactions in the stag beetle arc were really cute UwU

Okano and Isogai...you know what, I have many thoughts about them. But they’re very messy lmao, I can’t articulate right now. And I don’t wanna say too much because their friendship will be a BIG one in the Spider-Man AU

@/AssClass-conspiracies coined this: Yada and Kimura are Lesbian/Jock solidarity. And it’s true.

There’s so much comedic potential with them. I can see Kimura being like an annoying younger brother figure to her (even tho he’s older lmao) and she’s the exasperated, mature big sister.

Hi sad headcanon: Kimura acting like an immature young brother cheers Yada up because her own little brother is very sick...and she never gets to feel like a big sister.

Maehara and Yada lowkey have a rivalry over who can get more girls/attention from girls. Usually Yada wins lbr

Yooooo the Isogai/Kataoka platonic dynamic makes me so 🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE IT. They really always have each other’s backs, and can be such good co-leaders ahhhhh.

Kataoka and Maehara is another friendship I really like! They’re such a sitcom duo: the mature responsible girl who’s friends with a laidback playboy who can be really annoying but sweet.

AND THEY’RE SEATMATES TOO LMAO. Poor Kataoka never gets a break ebevevehebeb

Tbh their friendship also has a lot of potential for drama 👀 Imagine Kataoka angrily telling him to stop leading Okano on. Like she feels very protective since Okano is her best friend, right? Cue dramaaaaaa

This is literally canon but I wanna say it: Isogai is pretty protective of all his classmates, he looks out for everyone. But especially so when it comes to Kurahashi. She’s like a sibling to him and they get along super well.

Aghhh I have more but this post is getting so long😭 I’ll just stop now and continue again in another post sometime drbehrhehhej

[stargirlfics]

yOOOoo your tags have me cackling 😭😭 I don't remember which post it was, but at some point I was cry-laughing & my mom asked me what was wrong. And I had to make up a quick lie because if she found out that I simp hard for another white man (chile it's been going on since I was 4 and was in love with daddy leo) I would be DEAD

LMFAO the tags are my Wild West anything goes type of area like catch me saying absolutely anything 😂