I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE TO DEMIGOD LORD MOHG FOR CALLING HIM MOHGLESTER69 8000 TIMES IN THE SPAN OF 3 MONTHS. I AM WRACKED WITH GUILT TO KNOW THAT I HAVE FALSELY ACCUSED HIS MOST SANGUINE MAJESTY, OF DEBAUCHERY AND DEGENERACY. I WHOLE HEARTEDLY APOLOGIZE TO LORD MOHG FOR VICTIM BLAMING. I CONFESS MY SINS TO THE ESTEEMED MOHGWYN HOUSE, AND ACKNOWLEDGE MY FOLLY. I SHALL MAKE MONTHLY OFFERINGS OF MY PERIOD BLOOD AS AN ACT OF REPENTANCE. I SHALL NOT REPEAT THIS MISTAKE AGAIN. PRAISE BE TO LORD MOHG.
CIRCUS AU // dark!ring leader!rafe x showgirl!circus!reader (moodbard&aesthetic only. not a fic !)
“ i made you, doll. from head to toe. better than that, i own you. so you better listen to the owner that controls you. and you don't want me to break that pretty face and legs of yours ? be good and daddy promise, he will use you tonight. ”
“ see ? how beautiful you are when i ruin you. you really want me to take care of you but you can't resist me when i destroy you ? you're nothing without me. you need me for everything. you can't run away from me. didn't i really got you ? using all your daddy issues against you ? ”
when the makeup artist had finished with your clown makeup, rafe had entered your personal artist's dressing room. he never smiled, even his eyes were cold. but that didn’t stop you from melting every time you saw him, acting as if there was nothing bad and toxic about him. he had charmed and conditioned you. you were his perfect puppet, his masterpiece. he just had to pull your twines and you were on your knees.
you were young and innocent. perfect to manipulate. easy to use.
he loved seeing you on your thighs, completely spread while you gave him a sloppy blowjob, when he plug shut your red and sensitive nose, your drooling mouth deepthroat him. his large cock pressed and buried deep in your little throat. your swollen, abused lips dripping and your makeup smearing all over your whinning face.
"good doll don't cry. you know what they do? they say thank you when their owners ruin them. got it?"
to be continued...(no i was joking, just a sucker for circus core)
I love how aai establishes that miles edgeworth is spending all his free time like, defeating internationally wanted criminal masterminds in a battle of wits. and then he goes to court and his opponent is phoenix wright who at any given time has a handful of evidence he picked up off the ground and a concussion. and phoenix wins
Yeah, so while I was on my "I'm going to read into Vanny/Vanessa as much as possible" journey, I noticed an odd quirk in her animations in how she moves. At first, I thought it reminded me of a ballerina, 'cause she's kinda tip-toeing, & she has this way of keeping her head & chest in one place as she moves, but I looked again & realized --
That's not ballet! She's doing a tight-rope act. Like, look at this one:
This is like standing up on the wooden boards before you do the actual tight-rope walking, & the ring leader is hyping you up as you do some fun movement for the crowds. &, then, these:
These are all instances where she walks with one foot directly in front of the other. In that third, she's doing the "woaaah" wiggly-ass balance movements & everything, as if she's swaying up at the top of the tent, even though she's down on solid ground.
Idk, I feel like the way her feet are placed isn't accurate (pretty sure they should be pointed left & right, not both forwards...) doesn't make this 100% correct, but I like it. It also connects back with her first SB teaser, wherein she's up in the rafters.
I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.
This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.
Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.
So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.
And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.
Shanks, because he is infinitely more politically minded than Mihawk (a man actually in the government) will ever have the patience to be, is more than likely aware that the marines will be extremely rattled and that the blow back would be intense if a Warlord of the sea was seen around an Emperor.
And sinces he’s not trying to cause a WG incident everytime he tried to go on a date with his pretty bird and also because he’s just a troll at heart. Shanks has collection of increasingly ridiculous giant sunglasses that he insists (read pouts) that Mihawk wear to hide his gorgeous eyes, before they go anywhere they could be seen.
What started out as a “necessity” had quickly grown into Shanks’ pet project of finding out just how absurd a pair of sunglasses could be and how much would he have to beg before Mihawk put them on?
……wanna be bullied by the BakuSquad soooo badly…..
They just push you around so much, disguise it as a little teasing and fun, even though you cry and whine for them to leave you alone. It’s apart of the game, they always tell you once they’ve cornered you into empty rooms, that’s the whole point of playing with such a pretty thing like you.
And you think Mina is better, doesn’t associate herself with those stupid assholes, that you can find comfort in a, hopefully, female friend. But she’s just as icky, as slimy as the rest. She asks you to join her, come spar with her so she can perfect this one move she’s been trying, only for all four boys to already be there in the empty gym.
They all push you around, stand over you and laugh when you sit there and cry, Mina pinching your cheeks when you blubber up to her that you thought she was your friend.
Friends give each other favors, don’t they? She’ll ask you, already slipping her leggings down, already pushing you flat on your back, already stuffing her cunt in your face.
Friends offer themselves up, because they always want everyone around them to feel good, don't they? You hear her ask when you're pushed on your knees and there are too many fingers stuffing your cunt. When there's a weighty cock slapping at your cheeks, a hand squeezing at your face until your mouth drops open. When she comes around and shows you the right way to take a cock down your throat, before she's shoving it down yours next.
Friends like to get used as toys, don't they? She asks you as she sits back to play with her cunt while watching you get used and tugged and manhandled. Like some doll that too rough boys play with and fight over, pulling you and your mouth and your hole every which way they can. You can hear Kirishima and Denki fighting over who gets to fuck your ass first, Sero telling them to just double stuff you as he lazily fucks your mouth, Bakugou snarling from under you that its technically gonna be a triple stuff.
Friends take it all, don't they? She whispers to you, cheek to cheek, as she holds your mouth open to catch the sticky white all the boys shoot on your face. She grins when you nod enthusiastically, attitude turned around and adjusted when you realize that she's right, that she only has your best interest at heart, that this is truly what friends are for.
The three hunters: understanding of royal precedings and paperwork:
Gimli: has the most knowledge of the three, learned at his father’s knee, not as knowledgeable as to what’s important in a human or elf kingdom, but knows more than the other 2 still.
Legolas: has a vague understanding of court etiquette bc he had guarded his father the few times he went out. The silvans don’t have a royal family, and ‘king’ is just the closest synonym in commons as a translation of what thranduil is, so Legolas is not actually trained to handle diplomacy. Knows enough to get by and that’s about it.
Aragorn: learned he was in line for the throne and promptly fucked off into the woods, spent more times around woodland creatures than actual humans. Good leader, great motivational speech. He should not be left alone with any paperwork, he will cry.
Watched the first two episodes of The Auditors and dear gOD WHAT THE FUCK!? AN OLD STOIC PESSISMISTIC MAN WITH A SAD BACKSTORY AND A GOLDEN RETRIEVER PRETTY BOY? I'M LOCKED IN.