#and i KNWO WHAT THIS SOUNDS LIKE

[thetangibleghost]

someone on the live stream today asked if I come with the vacuum. I told him I would t fit in the box and he said he was getting two and I said Im a lot bigger that two vacuums. and if I'm being completely honest I love being flirted with plus there was another guy talking at the same time who actually bought a vacuum so that was pretty sick. HOWEVER. I am worried. stupidly.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care

[minamotoz]

in case you were wondering how my 2023 soy luna rewatch was going

[froggies-bloggies]

The disconnect between the Shadow I was introduced to in the movie vs every single other piece of media I've seen him in is wild. Why the fuck you so Spikey boi, in other pieces he's so egotistical 'I'm the best bc I'm the ultimate lifeform' boi you were sopping wet the whole movie who tf are you, my best friend died so I became bitchy and grouchy and a bitch <3 and I look at him with love <3 soft baby spikey baby little ball of angst

[gaymedievaldruid]

So I FINALLY finished Fox's Tongue and Kirin's Bone and I'd really just love to have nuanced opinions about the themes and politics and world building but all I have is I just really like Lochlann, he's such a sad wet cat man (my favourite type of blorbo) and also how do you pronounce Lochlann? I've just about got my two braincells to agree that this is based off Gaelic mythology, not Celtic as I initially thought (and then was confused by until I put two and two together) so presumably Lochlann is pronounced like Lock-lan. Except I can't for the life of me read it that way. I think it might help if someone could tell me whether I'm right or wrong and maybe that'll help

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.

[kaivenom]

Hey may I request a spider x fem reader where it's the map scene and I said something bad about the reader ( u can make it up ) and she has atusim like quinn and the reader runs away with quinn and Darren chasing after her and neither one can make her not cry anymore so they go to spider as he's the only one they know that can make calm down as he has a big soft spot for her like he has for ant please

In need for comfort

Summary: when the map is discovered, the actual girfriend of your ex tried to make you feel bad about it. Not knowing how to handle it, you run away from everyone, until some blonde appears.

Pairing: Spencer "Spider" White x autistic!reader

Warnings: sexual themes, mention of previous smut, mean people.

A/N: i will try to write an "autistic" reader but i don't know if i will do it well so please be kind. I will guide myself by Quinni's behaviour on some scenes.

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Five minutes ago someone screamed about some incest map and everyone started a crazy race to see what was going on, you and your friends included. Once you get there, you discovered a wall full on names and connected with lines that defined the sexual act the two persons did. Fast enough you searched for your name, discovering it's only connected with one person. You sighted with relief knowing nobody speculates about your secret relationship with Spider.

The only person they connected you with was your ex-boyfriend. The gold line of sex and the green line of... your heart skipped a beat and you couldn't catch a breath, pressure on your chest building up. The green line is for anal, your cheeks are burning from embarrasment. Everyone is laughing, you don't know about who but it feels like it's about you.

"Wow, it looks like someone it's a little slut," you can't think straight, your vision starting to blurr as you look to the wall.

The voice that sounded on the background sounded like the new girlfriend of your ex, this can't be worse. The attetion it's starting to get officially into you.

"So, you let my boyfriend enter the back door." her voice sounded closer every second. "what a fucking slut, maybe that's why he dumped you." You feel like floating, expecting to fall every moment now, not being able to continue listening to the girl, which is closer every second.

People are around moving like ghosts to you. The air is escaping and entering your lungs faster that you can asimilate, it feels like you are about to fade out while the blood rushes at high speed thru your ears.

"(Y/N)," Darren's voice sounded distant.

You don't knwo how to handle breathing, seeing or feeling anymore, your legs started moving without warning, trying to get you out of there as faster as possible. Darren and Quinn's voice following you from behind, but you don't care, you only want to run from everyone.

You get to a hidden spot, nearby some trees. Your friends got there not so long before you, keeping the distance as you place your back on the wall trying to catch your breath. Uncontrollably, you started shaking your hands and moving you head in a poor attempt to shake everyhing outside your body.

"(Y/N)," there it is, Darren's voice again, you aren't able to speak now and they know.

Movemment around you, they left you alone?, that's strange, that's sad, you started to cry again, remembering all the people that left you because you were to "strange or "difficult to treat". You never expected that from Darren since they already had Quinn as a friend.

"Here she is, i can't do anything, she is not respondind, please, do something."

Darren's voice appeared on screen but with someone new, a familiar shadow formed in front of you. It's not touching you but somehow, it has a little calming effect on you, it's Spider.

"I don't know what to do, this is not my strong point, tell me what you need." you denied with your head, unable to speak, only going back to the wall.

He got next to you, but instead of hugging you, Spider sat on the bench next to both. You didn't even realized it was there, now you know you let your legs fade out and sit abruptly on the bench with him. Suddently, your favourite song started to sound on the background, apparently Spider put it on with his phone.

Your breath finally started to calm down a little, but your heart still races to fast for your pleassure. An object got in your view, an anti estress ball. You took it between your hands, brushing slightly Spider's hands in the process. Your fingers finally stopping to move around uncontrollably as you feel how wet your cheeks are from crying.

You didn't felt all that things before, but it's a good thing you are feeling them now, it's a sign that you are regaining control. You don't know how much time has passed, but the song played all the time and Spider didn't left your side.

"Are you better now?" his voice sounded more clear that has been the previous four times he asked you, maybe you are prepaerd to answer now.

"I think ... yes." the words are difficult to get out of your mouth.

His figure moved closer, sliding himself next to you, now your shoulders touching slightly. His hand moved slowly to your thight, which makes you shiver for a moment. HIs fingers don't stop moving to your leg, they only slow down, just to make time for you to adapt.

Now his touch is firm, moving up and down with confidence, making you feel better every second he is close to you. Finally, you found the courage to look at him, a smile forming on his lips seeing you finally.

"I am glad i didn't make you feel worse."

"I think... you would do that." speaking to him is still a little difficult.

He extended his hand to interlock your fingers together, kissing your knuckles in the most gentle way. You couldn't help but smile and giggle, now you kiss his cheek making him blush.

"At least they didn't catch us." you let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, you're right."

"And don't worry, i won't leave you like that idiot, i think you aren't too much... you are just the perfect amount to me."

[thesparklingwriter]

taking fate into one's own hands

06—understanding

Word count: 1.6k

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“The harbour.” you say quickly. “I’d like to see the harbour.” 

Morax smiles tentatively and nods. “Alright. That can be arranged. I shall return in an hour.”

You nod and close the door behind you, breathing a sigh of relief. Your relief quickly dissipates as you look at the clothes in your hands. Surely, all these items can't just be for one outfit, right? You turn to Alanna, but she’s gone—she must have slipped out while you were talking to the king.

You lay each piece out on your bed and try to figure it out. It seems you have three pieces per outfit here, which is a relief, but even with that, you have no idea what goes where. Where on Teyvat did Alanna go?

You sigh at the colours on your bed, and instead of fretting over how to wear them, you decide to take a soak in your tub to ease your mounting nerves. Perhaps you are being a little stubborn. It’s frustrating, not knwoing exactly where you stand. Morax’s words must be true, for you do not have proof otherwise, but even so. This arrangement is confusing. But Alanna’s words ring out in your head, and if your being here is for your own good somehow, it would not hurt to make a friend out of the king.

You leave your bath, resolved to be cordial to the Morax, as he has been to you. Perhaps if you do not question him too much, he will naturally reveal the information you wish to know. Alanna has returned from her excursion, having discovered the secrets of traditional Liyuean dress on her travels. She explains each layer to you, even though she knows you will use it as an excuse to give her a break whenever you get dressed for an outing. With each word, she notices the way you visibly relax, and when you say you want to wear the brown set, a colour associated with not only Liyue, but the ruler himself, she does not flinch, nor question you. With a simple nod and barely leashed smile, she puts herself to work.

Morax, on the other hand, finds himself somewhat unsettled. During negotiations, he had been promised a placid and pleasant princess, and so far you had only proved one of those things to be true. Despite your stubbornness, you are pleasant to be around. Much more pleasant than most of the dignitaries he has found himself in company with recently. But he had not been informed of your intelligence, and he now realises that it may cause him some strife. Although he has finished all the tasks he planned for today, he finds himself at his desk once again, reading through requests from his people and noting down the things he finds most important in order to forget his future arrangements with you. 

“I am glad the two of you are getting along. It may do you well to have a friend.” Xiao says as he enters the room. 

Morax makes a sound that bears an uncanny resemblance to a snort. “I would suggest you wait before firing off the celebratory lights.”

“Always the pessimist.”

“I assume you mean realist. Be frank with me, Xiao. there’s no way that you truly believe she will not find fault in her parent’s reasoning.” Your parents had essentially resigned themselves to death in sending you here, and despite everything, morax can't bear to tell you the truth. 

“I believe she will appreciate your honesty.”

“Why do I continue to discuss this topic with you?”

“Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?”

Morax stares at the prince blankly. The prince stares back. 

~~~

“Did you find the chance to read that letter from your parents?” Alanna asks you as she finishes tying a bow out of the ribbons on your clothes. You sigh as you glance over at your desk, the worn paper and the blue-green seal utterly out of place in the luxurious room. 

“I haven’t found the time to.” a lie so preposterous that you cannot even bring yourself to conceal it. You have all the time in the world, but looking at that letter would make it seem like it’s slipping from your fingers. It’s too much for you to face. “And I am afraid of what is inside.”

You look up from your nails as Alanna silently pushes the letter towards you, and you sigh. “Alright.”

Reading the letter fills you with questions, and you resolve to ask Morax about them. What is this hidden threat that your parents cannot talk about, but seem to be so afraid of? He will tell you whatever he knows, no matter what it takes. You will make sure of it.

“Your Highness,”

“I am fine, Alanna. I simply wish to go to the harbour already. This room is suddenly feeling cramped.”

“Understood.” Alanna says quietly. Even though she knows your wors weren’t a subtle hint of her to move—as many would interpret it as—she excuses herself anyway. To where? You do not know.

You read over your letter, once, twice, thrice, and no new discoveries come to light. You parents had become more secretive as time went on, but you never imagined they could reach these heights.

A knock on your door drags you out of these thoughts, and you pull yourself together as you approach the door. You expect to see a member of the palace help, but no, it is Morax, with his hair untied once again, thick silky ribbons of it falling over his shoulders. You can’t quite tell if you’re staring or not. On the other hand. Morax is acutely aware of the fact he’s staring at you. Maybe it's the determination in your eyes or the fact that you're wearing his colours… He never would have expected it to cause such a response in him.

He would never deny your beauty, but amidst the turbulence of your first few days here, he might have found himself too preoccupied with thoughts of frustration to really look at you properly. And now he has the chance to; he seems to be enjoying it more than he should reasonably allow himself to.

He clears his throat, and you jump ever so slightly, covering it up with a stubborn cough.

“I thought you might like a brief tour of the palace before we head toward the harbour. I am told you forewent the tour originally. I’m sure it is stifling, always being in your room.”

You want to scold him for making assumptions, but he is correct, and Alanna’s words ring through your head again. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to make a friend.’

So, you steel your face, and you smile. “Alright.”

Morax finds himself somewhat shocked at how easily you agreed. No contest, no look of exasperation… he’s about to question whether you’re feeling well before you speak up.

“I fear I might have been impolite,” You say as you walk down a particularly boring flight of stairs. Despite the fact it was his idea, the king has been relative vague in his descriptions of each room. He seems to only be showing you the things you might find interesting—the library, the gardens, the steam rooms and the pools. He walks at a steady pace, slow enough for you to take the time to take in each room, even though you can tell he normally walks faster. It's this steady pace that allows you to notice the slight stutter in his steps at your apology.

“That is alright. I understand the situation is tense for you. I do not begrudge you for it at all.”

This time, it's you who pauses.  “I don’t understand you.”

“You have made that point very clear. I appreciate your transparency.” You’re sure you're making it up, but there’s a slight tone of mirth in his voice. “I’m afraid there is nothing else of interest here. Shall we head to the harbour? Around this time of year, the clothing stalls get new fabrics, and jewellers receive the best stones. If you crave any foods from home, i’m sure we might find one or two.”

You exit the palace through the doors you came through when you first arrived. A soldier at the gates nods his head to the king, but otherwise, there isn’t much fanfare. How can a king roam his own nation without any guards? You fight the urge to question his newfound friendliness, as he hasn't questioned you on yours and strangely enough, you are enjoying this. Even if it is only a little bit. 

“You have sunsettias here?”

“Not that I know of. However, our harvest was bountiful this year and we often trade our surplus with other nations. I’m sure there will be vendors with sunsettias to spare.”

“I'm sure that when faced with their king, many vendors would find themselves stocking regional specialities from other nations.”

“I think you’ll find that a decent number of my people do not recognise the king when he is taking a casual stroll.”

“If I were to walk the street at home, I doubt my people would recognise me either,” you reply. It is only a passing comment, one that flies out of your mouth before you can stop it, but Morax seems to catch the melancholy undertones. The letter from your parents flashes in your mind, and instead of feeling frustrated, you just feel a little sad. Your parents clearly feel hopeless about something they cannot share with you, and it hurts.

“I am sorry you had to leave.” Morax replies quietly. “I do not know how I would fare away from home. You have my condolences.”

You nod in response. Silence falls between you as you continue your leisurely stroll to the harbour.

notes: reader losing her mind every time Zhongli has his hair down is my fave part of this series and DEFINITELY has nothing to do with me hahahahhaahahaha

anyway it's so nice to be back I missed it here

Taglist: @tartigglez @ainescribe @blue-sapphire-ink

[angelpuns]

made up fic ask, title: sparks of blue

Absolutely a post-movie angst fic

OKAYOKAYOKAY SO

Typical Leo didn’t come out of Mikey’s portal type deal so the bros think he’s dead 

BUT

He found his katana in the PD and managed to sort of portal out - but not fully 

So his body is sort of in between dimensions right now and he is trying to get his brothers’ attention but it’s kinda hard when none of them will fucking just - look at his sword!!

So CJ got his other sword right and it’s sparking and stuff but no one is seeing it cause Donnie has locked it up for safekeeping. 

Lots of grieving going on

Idk how they figure it out but someone realizes and there is hope again!! Yipee!!! 

They meditate or smthn to communicate with Leo but they don’t knwo hwo tget him back

Hold on cause this idea isn’t half bad- 

Leo’s ninpo barely holding on because he’s tryin to travel BETWEEN DMENSIONS 

Like it was hard enough for Mikey to do it and Leo is not doing great physically so he’s fightin for his life 

I have no idea how it'd be resolved or how to like explain how he can see them (yet)

blurb time cause this idea is not too bad:

He'd been floating for so long he didn't know which way wa sup anymore. It didn't matter. His everything hurt - tears drying on his cheeks. He thought he hard the kraang smashing something in the distance, but there was an annoying ring in his ears. it was distracting. Overwhelming.

Leo wanted to cry again but he was so tired, he couldn't make the tears come. His foot brushed against something, a spark of familiarity flashing in his chest. Something like when they'd first unlocked their ninpo - a flash of...something. He was too tired to describe it.

It took a lot of effort, but he managed to crane his neck to see what he'd touched. His sword, sticking out of a piece of debris. His sword that had the ability to portal.

Leo strained against another wave of pain, reaching out his slightly-less-broken arm and grabbing the hilt. He didn't know if it would work. Probably not, but he could try.

Wasn't that the whole thing about their ninpo? Love? Family? If he missed them enough, maybe he'd be able to do it.

He took a deep breath, wincing past the strain on his lungs. He closed his eyes and let the ringing in his head wash away every other sound. Concentrate. Just think of where you want to be and you'll be there.

He kept his eyes closed, even as flashes of light bled through his eyelids. He could feel it - his body feeling with that warm rush of power. The familiar floating feeling of teleporting washed ovwer him, Leo gasping when it worked. It worked!

But solid ground never came. He just kept floating and floating, suspended in time. Like the portal was never-ending. Everything was blue for a while, until it was washed away and replaced with black.

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helluva boss spoilers for merry sinsmas ! liveblogging my reaction

hidden behind the read more :3

blitz making him breakfast 🥺

THE HORSES

blitz the eggs. im sobbing

oml stolas is such a rich kid

VIA

she's so upset :(( stella i hate you

srolas is so upset im crying already

aww hes showing stolas common people stuff

LMAO SHOPLIFTING "this is how /i/ act when i dont have money"

omg wait is stolas looking for antidepressants??

what sin would stolas be :O

loona dumping snacks in her mouth. is she from gluttony

M&M even when theyre fighting are so cute and in love awwwwwwww

LOONY ON A MISSON!

he just now realizes he's poor lmao

NEW BACKGROUND CHARACTWR

oooo divorced bc hes gay? sounds familiar

oh shes homophobic-

does she realize yhe entire IMP crew except millie is gay. and even shes a fierce ally

omg the "fra fra fra" subtitles for stellas laughing

poor octavia :(

i hope she gets in contact with him somehow

VIA SONG!

it almost sounds like All 2 U

im honna cryyy

she thibks her dad chose blitz over her and he kind of did oh my god

my mom interrupted me at the most emptional part of the song

the nod to you will be okay,, wiejkskdfjej

i need to hug her right now

THE STARRY GUITAR IS SO PRETTY

IT WAS ANTIDEPRESSANTS I KNEW IT

Via dont yake too many peoleseeee

this lady is a bitch

the karen of hell

YES STOLAS BE SASSY

YES GO SEE YOUR DA7GHTER

omg this ladys gonna be traumatized

omghh christmas

MILLIE ARE YOU OKAY IVE HEARD SPOILERS THAT SHES PREGNANT IS IT TRUE

omg dont kill yhem pls THE FANTASYYY

yes but they wrrent a happy gay family mills :(

why is millie so uoset

WAIT OTEGNANCY HORMONES

didn't make me wet at all im screaming

VIA

HE WENT TO SEE YOU BABYGIRL

does he still have his powers if hes no longer like IN power?

ANDREAS OR WHATEVER YOUR FUCKING NAME IS I HATE YOU

HAHA PUNCH HIM

he was too busy monolouging to think abt stolas simply throwing hands

HE CALLED HIM A PUSSY

"hey elsa"

my BOTTOM IM CRYING

my mom keeps interrupting me ans my little sister walks in omg

LOONA

damn did he saya slur if they censored it

HOLY SHIT SHES LIKE A HELLHOU D HORSE

MILLIE

BLITZ

WAIT DOES LOONA HAVE A CRESCENT MOON ON HER SIDE

its like a cutie mark but for hell

BLITZ YOU FUMBFUCK

STAB HIM FROM INSIDE- YESSS

stolitz kiss yaaaaay

oh yhis bitch

VIA

I LOVE YOU SHES MY BABYGIRL

she doesnt care abt her mother dumbass

pooh so edgyyy im so scaredddd

shes still mad :(

BABY NO IT WASNT YOUR FAULT

nooooo

i cant stand to see him cry

LIBERTY MUTUAL FUCK YOU

i dont care abt mister beast shut the fuck up

blitz must feel so guilty.. knwoing stolas chose him over his daughter

THE CATNIP EYES

olease just hug him back stolas

aww moxxie calling him yiur highness

verosika music!!

SHE IS PREGNANT

SALLOE MAE

i thiught shed ve happy to be pregnant whats wrong

moxxie would absolutely be happy for a kid wouldnt he? hed be in a panic but so excited

blitz has so much survivors guilt

for one bundred years?? how fucking old do yall grow to be?? isnt she 18? what age does she get to be on her own? or is it aftwr stella dies (hopefully soon)

loona having friends makes me so happy

KISS HIM FIRST

AWW DANCING

on the teailing bc hes too short im crying

baply cags im gongga cry my vays my gaaaays!!! im thoing wiyhkut looming af my screen how bad am i missgupiny

i need the music from this episode omg

i would travel every ring of hell just to see if you'll be mine </3

merry sinsmas !!!

[dark-night-hero]

What if Jason Todd has an older sister. A sicky older sister that is still overprotective of her younger brother Jason knowing the environment they live in. So when Jason was taken by other than Batman himself, it was natural that she came along with them. But unlike her younger brother, she refuses to be adopted by Bruce. Still she lived at the manor, having her sickness treated with proper medications all thanks to B.

What if Jason's older sister just happened to be at the same age as Dick Grayson. And just as Jason became the new Robin and enter the world of vigilante, she, his older sister too come in her own way to as she is now the one left behind to handle the bat cave in front of the computers and monitors. And oh man, she was good at it. She was also very talented when it comes to technology, coming up with the most absurd yet possible, somehow made possible by her.

What if she was never good when it comes to physical things, with her continues medication, she was going well but still not good. Still, she was tought by the basics way on how to protect herself by none other than Dick, the former Robin and now know as Nightwing. They are not that close, at least on the eyes of others. But the fact that He always response at her coms when he rarely does when it comes to others says something different.

What if Jason Todd sister was never close to Bruce. She did not hate him, but it was not like she trust him enough either. She respects him, she was thankful for the man who saved them from that hell. But unlike Jason who had grown some emotional attachment to the man, she never does. Growing up having to mostly take care of her brother before she went sick, she knew how cunning adults can be. She was just not ready to trust a man who suddenly appeared in their life, sure he was the famous Bruce Wayne. In a split of seconds they went from rags to riches and she would never forget where they came from. Still, if Jason see them as a part of his family, then so be it. She was fine with that.

What if the night when Batman came home with her younger brother all bruised and bloody in his arms, cold and unmoving in his arms. She looked at him with bloodshot eyes, colors similar to the kid in his arms eyes never to be opened again. "You said you'll go and get him." She sound helpless. She could the countless wound all over their little brother's small body. "I'm sorry." He utter, unable to look at her in the eyes. "I- I was too late." She cannot hear what B said after that, a ringing sound piercing their ears can be head. Not that she liked to listen. After all it was quite obvious to her what was in front of them. Jason died, her only remaining family member died. Before she knew it, everything went black.

What if a few weeks after the funeral, she woke up, with her body yet to recover from the illness that she was slowly recovering from thanks to medical attention given to her, she was bedridden for weeks before finally waking up. So knwoing the truth, she was silent. Visiting her brothers grave was the first thing she did when she woke up and then proceed to drown herself into moutains of new technology blue prints. The mood in the house was not good after Jason's death. All of them were grieving, all of them needed time for themselves, specially her. In some cases she could have left, one of her main reason is that Batman left that stupid clown alive. He was better off dead. After all that stupid crazy clown did to her brother, what he deserve was death not just get fucking thrown behind jail ward. Nevertheless she did not say anything, just doing her job behind the screen and finsihing your blue prints. She remained in the lab, working on her invention as far as her mind allows her.

And then one day, Bruce came home with a boy- a new Robin. Her eyes looks like she was staring at the void, scaring the kid as she looks at him, making him hide behind Bruce. "It's only been a few months." She mumble to herself. "Does Jason... Does Jason mean nothing to you." It was not a question, it was a statement. Her blue emotionless eyes met with a pair of dusky blue ones. "Ha... hahahaha the clown... now this brat. In the end he meant nothing you." "He-" "Shut up Richard." She spoke and side eye him. "I'm leaving."

What if the same day she said she was leaving, with her devices and invention in hand, she raided the Arkham Asylum with one goal in mind. Kill the clown. She was about to be successful when just as she was about to pull the trigger that will end the wounded clown, she was held back- detained by a familiar vigilantes. "Let go." There was a blood dripping down her lips, after all, the clown would not go down without a fightm "Let go, Nightwing." But he did not. Instead her eyes turned to the Bat. "I will kill him myself, I have some unfinished business with Joker." "This not the answer, Jason wouldn't wan-" "Don't you dare utter my brothers name, Batman." Her glare at him was intense. Batman was about to speak once again, was about to tell her something when smoke filled the room, all coming some the suit made by her. A following thud then can be heard, and a familiar groan coming from Nightwing. "Let's pretend this never happened. And the next time we see each other, just you know I'll be on the other side."

What if, a months after Jason death. A flip within his older sister has been switched. And that very same day Batman came home with a new robin. Jason Todd's older sister tired to kill Joker only to failed. That day, she find herself back in the place where she never thought she would go back again, into the crime alley.

What if a few years later, Nightwing came across his old flame, within the premises of the crime alley. "An uninvited guest have come to pay a visit." Despite the domino mask, Nightwing knew who was behind it. "You're... the new crime lord?" "Why so shock boy wonder?" She laugh, sitting pretty in her made up throne. "Can't believe that the timid, weak girl behind the screen manage to take over the gotham underworld?" Then she glare at him. "I have no business with you, leave. Never set foot in my territory ever again, say the same message to the bat and little birdies."

What if one day they figure out that she was replaced by another figure head in the gothams underworld, Red Hood, and she seemed to vanished. Would her sudden disappearance caused the reveal and confrontation that was needed long ago? Or will it cause an even big issue beyond measure?

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: Sorry for the inaccuracy in some points, I am a fan of the batfam but never get to read the actual comics of dc but I have seen a few movies haha. I just had this thoughts in mind. So yeah, please no hate, this is just a what ifs :"( :")

[feisaru]

How convenient that I theoretically did not hear what you said because I ran awaaaay and was humming to blend out any and everything🎵🎵🎵

The tower, the moon, the sun and the world (I'm resisting the urge to ask for The Lovers 🌞)

Greetings, Eky!

I just saw the questions, and *sighs melodramatically* I guess I have brought this upon myself. Gotta be honest this time heh. Here we go!

The world has been answered here already.

The tower: favorite colors to wear?

Blacks and greys. I'm very basic in that regard, as I've never been a person who cares much about fashion. But green and turquoise tones look good on me, apparently, and I'd like to own more violet clothes bc I adore all shades of it. In fact, I'm trying to get myself a violet suit right now. Other than that, my comfort wear-at-home clothes are red.

The moon: have you ever written a love letter?

I'm not sure you can really classify it as that, but I have done something similar. Unfortunately...

The sun: do you believe in magic?

I mean! I know for a fact that a lot of freaky things happen on planet earth, and it's to each their own what they decide to call it. I don't know if magic would be my exact word of choice, but I definitely don't think everything could or should be rationalized away (quite ironic because I like explanations, but even I have to live with the fact that for some things, there are just none)

About the last one...

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You know, that's interesting 'cause... HAH, CATCH! *throws a sakka ball at your face (you catch it of course) and scrambles away as Will Wood starts playing*

The ask game in question

[autumnvine]

Fire and Frost

Chapter 2

Summary: Valeia, a witch on earth is forced to hide deep within in the shadows of the forbidden forrest alone with powers she doesn't understand and can't control. Only to be found and taught by the God himslef.

Loki stayed true to his word, agreeing to help you controll your power, he wasn't sure what your power was entirely and to be fair neither were you. "There's a clearing anout three clicks up east, we follow the path, don't stray, we can practice there. I can't controll it, any of it. I don't knwo how, noone ever showed me. Magic here isn't accepted Loki, people are killed here because of their magic, that's why I live here, in the forrest. Everyone is affraid of this forrest you see, you need to understand, you must stick to the paths always, never ever stray from them , and never ever follow anything which calls your name. Nothing in this forrest is friendly, trust none of it. There are beings, that call for you, sounding like your loved ones, it tricked me once, nearly killed me, so don't aknowledge it. If you think you saw something, you didn't, if you think you hear something you didn't. It is very impotant, do you understand. "

"I understant, what's your name?

"Valeia Hearborn,  I'm the daughter of witches, the daughter to bring choas and corruption. But you can call me Leia if you prefer." Loki smilied in amusement, Chaos was right up his street. You asked him where he was from or where he fell from but Loki shared little to no detail of his home life, or where he came from. Loki remained silent the rest of the walk

"Where here"  standing at the top of the east hills, nothing but clear barran land for miles. "Remember if you think you see something, you didn't. The east hills is particularly unsafe, there is little shelter from the trees here."

"You needn't be frightened, you will learn to controll your abilities and protect yourself. Controll oyur emotion, then controll your abilities. Now, show me what you've got."

You stood there unsure of how to make anything happen, controll your emotion, but which emotion fulled your powers?

Loki started raising his voice a little, slightly veering off the peth you had told him clearly not to leave, making you nervous, he whistled, "No" you shouted to him, he ignored you and continued, your nerves grew, as did the wind, your firey red hair blowing gently behind you "That's it" Loki smiled partly proud of what you had accomplished. Loki stood whistling somemore stepping further and further off the path, he could see clearly an entity appearing upon the horrizon, coming closer to him, "It's coming! Get on the path, stop making noises" you shouted, but he ignored once again, your heart quickening in your chest, the wind grew stronger and stronger as Loki fulled your nerves. Before long a hurricaine surrounded you, kneeling in the middle trying to controll yourself, trying to controll your power. The hurricaine pulling up chunks of the grass, twigs, pine needles, Loki becoming louder, shouting things you can't hear from the wind, "stop yelling at it." you called out to Loki, watching an entity run toward him, coming closer and closer, until you decided enough was enough, you threw your arm off to the side, infront of Loki "I SAID ENOUGH!" as you shouted a red hot stream of fire shot out from your hands, your veins now a burning orange colour up your arm, Loki stood inn awe of you and your gift, the entity screaming as it was scorched, turning to a pile of ash at Loki's feet. The ongoing hurricane picking up the flames still expelling from the ball of your palm, "I can't stop it!" you yelled as you watched the barran clearing infront of you become a smoking, fire field. "Close your eyes" you did as Loki told you, and the hurricaine calmed, now holiding a small ball of fire within your hands, Loki stepped closer to you, "Well done, now make it bigger" focusing on the ball in your hand you watched as it grew, bigger and bigger, "Now throw it," The god told you, "Trust me" you threw it and Loki froze it mid air. creating a single ball of crystal clear glass, he waved his hand over the flaiming feild infront of you, killing the fire.

You took some deep breaths composing yourself, "That was incredible"

"You see, now we understand your power is controlled by your fear, you protectiveness. You thought that thing would hurt me and you burnt it to a crisp, you thought I was in danger from leaving the path, and the hurricaine grew wilder. Now all you need is to manipulate your emotions, don't be afraid of them, don't let them controll you. Remember you controll them. You did well Valeia. You are a fast learner."

"Now then , let's see what else you can do shall we? I want you to sit, facing me, close your eyes and take a deep breath, clear your mind, think of nothing. Now look at me Liea what am I thinking?" No matter how hard you tried you couldn't do it. Instead you did something far more interesting. Looking at Loki you saw the space between him and the grass widening, you could elevate him with your mind, "My my my, look at you" Loki exclaimed while three feet abouve the floor. "Gently lower me back down" you did.

"That's enough for today I think" you smiled at Loki as you walked back down the hills to the cottage.

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[tenderwulf]

We all admire your creative work across various modalities and find your art super inspiring - what does creativity mean to you? how have you come to prioritise creativity in your life? What can we do if we also want to be more creative?

Well that's a tough one especially now that my brain is not really braining but i'l try to answer

Look it might sound weird. But. For me creating stuff has always been about catering to one single person's preferences and wishes and desires and stuff: mine. It might sound a bit self centered or whatever but I've found that every time I try to do what I think OTHERS would like, whatever I create lacks... soemthing. And I've come to realize that what it lacks is honesty. I can only convey my truth, and my truth alone - there's just no point in doing the alternative. I dunno if i'm making any sense but. What I mean is. I produce my greatest art (if i can even call it art lmao) whenevrler I dip into my veins and dig under my skin and find out what lurks there. And it takes a degree of courage to lay it all out for everyone to see but, art without honesty is art without a point. So there's that.

And I've kinda made it a point in my life to prioritize art in one way or another. I mean I still have to work and make money and survive, but I knew it would all have no fucking point for me if I couldn't make art. So I made the choice to pursue a career that would allow me to have a flexible schedule and not work full time and still be healthy and make enough to survive (i'm a pilates teacher) so yeah it took a while but i'm finally there. And I have friends and a boyfriend that knwo that this is just. Who i am. And when I'm neck deep in a new last puzzle chapter i won't speak and i won't go out for beers or whatever cause Im just. Doing my thing y know? They know it, and they respect it, and they support it, and they read my work and look at everything i create and I'm lucky to havw such people around me. And I'm telling you. Find those people who can accept you as you are, who will support it even if it means they won't hang out with you for two months causw you're just so busy. It's worth it. (Finding such people also took a while, but. It's so so worth it.)

I'm.pronbably not making much sense and i Don know if i.m even answering your question but

It will sound cheesy but. Be yourself. That's what you need to do to create. Look at yourself without being afraid, look at what you're struggling with and whatnot and. Use it. Project onto your favorite characters like there's no tomorrow. Draw the thing you wish someone else would draw. Just cater to YOU. Unapologetically.

Yes hi I think answering this ask sobered me up a little lol

Also THANK you for saying all this wonderful stuff about my work being inspiring ♡♡♡ it still feels insane whenever people say thsi ♡

[cloudninetonine]

I LIVEEEE FOR THE THOUGHT OF SLIGHTLY FERAL WOLFIE/TWILIGHT ONCE HE REMEBERS THE GUIDE , (abandonment issues bcs of midna , pretty girl) AND LIKE , SLEEPING NESR GUIDE AS WOLFIE BECAUSE HE KNWOS THEY DOMT HAVE THE HEART TO TURN THE CUTE PUPPER AWAY , and infinite licks on the face , everywhere , kisses (dog version) AND GOING BATSHIT CRAZY IF GUIDE GETS HURT(not like a scrape thats top dramatic) but like.. hurt alot? Kinda like hyrule? But with the abandonment issues so it’s like a bajillion times worse(of course he can control himself, he is a link so he’s obviously level headed enough to not immediately leave, but that part of him that wants to stay just.. eye view close to guide, primal instincts,

I WANT TO FORCE FEED YOU TOMATO SOUP (if you like that) BECAUSE I KNOW YOUD BE SO CUTE WITH TPMATO SOUP AROUND YOUR MOUTH (as odd as that sounds ik, I’m batshit feral and I live in the woods)

𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 🃏

OKAY BUT WE LOVE FERAL WOLFIE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OF HIS GUIDE!! He has lost Midna and now HE WON'T LOSE THEM (again) using Wolfie for (good) evil as he steals Player's attention

ALSO WHAT /lh I will say tho I am not a soup lover OIHDOIH

[asmoshoebox]

you know i love those dash simulator posts but it would be silly to make one for bvm haha

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cashier at hot topic yesterday said he liked my shoelaces but he seemed really genuine and i was wearing my boots with the gay laces so i just fistbumped him and walked away. do i deserve to be drawn and quartered over this minor social faux pas yes or no

#prev LMFAO #keep doing it

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the only thing worse than applying for jobs is interviewing for jobs what the fuck was that phone call ??????? i swear the guy (?) sounded like they were literally dying. prolly just a smoker though 💀 i hope this gig works out man i dont feel great about it

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they don't know this post is about the hearse running out of gas on the turnpike last week. with. you know. things. inside of it

#wtf misnis

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girl help there's a cosplayer on the bus rn in FULL monster mode it's SO FUCKING COOL and also HOT

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they did like an eldritch double face thing and the makeup is impeccable, it looks so real that i just. i just wanna lick it. "i saw you from across the bus and think you're super intimidating, can i bite you?" but genuinely !!!!!!!!! also they're like suuuper gnc which makes it one morbillion times sexier. god. definitely drawing them when i get home

#woagh that sounds rad as hell. and soooo valid op #like. i just want to eat a demon out and die with its talons inside me #and frankly i dont think thats too much to ask

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new blog same fat wet manhole! they will never kill me in a way that matters!

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might change my name again. i like damien but it just doesnt feel like me anymore idk idk

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