#and the things it hints at are massive

[fakeshibe]

Doug Rattmann is actually one of the most tragic characters in like modern gaming and i think we should all just acknowledge him more ok?

like, he's one of the only surviving aperture science scientists, if not THE only surviving scientist if we consider that even the people survived by being off sick would survive just long enough to die in the 7 hour war. He's totally on his own in a facility full of things that want to kill him whilst also dealing with paranoia, delusions and hallucinations with only one dose of his medication saved 'For the end times'. Once he takes that, he'll literally never be able to get more, he can't leave aperture and even if he could who's going to refill his prescription? Everyone died in the seven hour war remember? Or is about to, depends how long he's been surviving in the walls. Probably a couple of years going off of how many Rat-man safe houses we find in the game. There are probably more in the test chambers and offices we don't personally see. His only company now is a companion cube that he takes everywhere.

On top of that, he has to live with the knowledge that the deaths of his colleagues and friends is partly his fault. Survivors' guilt on top of murderers guilt. He was part of the machine that not looks to grind him into paste.

And yet, he doesn't hide away forever, when he sees that Chell has a real chance of making things right and taking out GLaDOS, he does what he can to help. Paints clues, messages, guides, anything he can to give her a chance.

And when she succeeds, he steps outside for the first time in years. Feels the air on his skin, sees the sun shining, feels freedom within his grasp. When he has all this, but watches Chell being dragged back to the hell he only just escaped, he gives it all up.

He recognises that Aperture is not dead, and he gives up everything he has, his present and his future, to make sure Chell lives. To make sure she has a chance to bring the whole thing down. When he finds that she's been put in long term relaxation, and that GLaDOS's shutdown has knocked all of the relaxation pods offline he knows what he has to do. He can't wake her up, but he can make sure her pod gets the power it needs. Make sure it keeps her safe for whenever the day comes that something automated wakes her up. Sets the markers so that when that day comes she'll find a portal gun. A life and a head start. A chance. It's all he can do and so it's all he will do.

And on the way to do that, he's shot. A turret shoots him in the leg. In a facility with no-one else left alive, he starts to bleed out. There's no help coming. No-one can hear him scream. No one will finish this if he can't. He can't stop. He chose Chell the first time because of her file specifically mentioning her tenacity, her will, too stubborn to ever give up. And so to save her life, he keeps going. Drags himself and his companion cube towards the computer that can save her life. Moving this much will make him bleed out faster, but it's all he can do. He can't die in peace when he knows Chells unpowered relaxation chamber will suffocate her without his intervention. And so he gets there, and he resets the power, and he saves her. And he asks for her forgiveness for it.

And then he crawls.

So slowly.

So agonisingly slowly.

He crawls towards the stasis bed that brought Chell to the first chamber.

His own grasp at rest.

Not survival.

No-one is coming to save Doug Rattman.

And so he falls asleep. With his trusty companion cube settling beside the stasis bed.

And when Chell finally wakes, and treks back through that first room. There's no trace of cube nor man nor stasis bed. Only the murals on the walls and the dens within them. One of which references Atlas and P-Body. Maybe he survived long enough to see GLaDOS develop them, or maybe they were an old idea from the Aperture archives Doug worked on that she dug up and claimed as her own. After all, who's going to prove she didn't? She killed all the scientists that could. She could claim anything in Aperture science was her work, GLaDOS is Aperture.

[mummer]

your love for hotd makes me sooooo fucking happy truly and you’re so eloquent in explaining why you love it and why it works for you and it just makes me :’)

:’D i just LOVEEEEE tv and i love when tv especially huge gangbusters blockbuster franchise tv actually chooses to do something interesting with itself even if i have some problems with it here and there i have so much respect for the massive swings they take and the general ideas theyre churning. Isnt it so crazy that they made lesbianism inextricable from the story?!?!?!?! of one of the most massive franchises on the planet?!?!?!?! lol lol lmaoooooo hahahahahahahaha we’ll laugh and love forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ it was going to be silly dragon show stupid slaygirl nonsense big explosions and then they like. Did something else with it. Pretty awesome if you ask me.

[flowerakatsuka]

started thinking about the okipara museum artwork and i just realized what flower 18!kara is holding in it.

those are alstroemeria, which can mean perseverance and yearning for the future in hanakotoba....

[kittenpower05]

Nothing hurts more than revisiting a previous hyperfixation only to find out how poorly it's aged

[sonknuxadow]

going to start this post with the fact that im not trying to be a hater right now im just genuinely confused . anyway. the thing about sonic and shadow is that i dont think its a bad ship or that its entirely baseless or that their relationship is meaningless or anything like that. my feelings on so/nadow are complicated but i do like it to a degree . but i also feel like people are exaggerating how much is there in terms of canon backing for the ship (at least in the franchise overall if we're talking sonic prime specifically that makes more sense but prime is also like the spiders georg of so/nadow). like they have their moments but i dont think its as frequent a thing as people act like it is (again at least not in the games/comics) . like theyre just not as close or as obviously in love in the actual source material as some people seem to think they are ..??? some of the stuff i see being passed around as so/nadow moments is just them existing in the same frame .. ??? im not even saying its wrong to ship them or make them be in love in the headcanon sonic universe that exists in your head or whatever i just think that saying its basically canon is a huge stretch and idk what people are seeing between them that im not . sorry please dont get madat me. scampers away like a frightened little animal

[nyan-bynary]

Okay so 27 chapters into choujin X,,, it's fine it's not as captivating to me as tokyo ghoul was but I will press on foreward

[dannybobany]

more oc stuff-

A character! I’m not sure why I picked her as opposed to anyone else, maybe she was just on my mind

Her name is Claire Silverstone but I have to admit that’s a misleading statement, Silverston is not her maiden name nor her married name, it’s more like a title- she’s a keeper of sorts for a very very old castle which in her lifetime she’s transformed into a school as to make use of the space

Silverstone is the name of every keeper who has ever lived there, she took it from the man who kept the place before and one day she will pass it to someone else, this is not well known information to outsiders by any means though- most people are under the impression that the property has been regularly passed through a family line, very few are aware of the places true nature

Claire is something of an enigma to people who know of her and to her students, nobody’s sure why she wears a veil as her answers are very inconsistent whenever asked and her children say she doesn’t seem to mind taking it off in private, some think it’s religious while many have thought she must be marred in some way under that cover although again, her children deny this

There’s a certain story about the castle she keeps, which for the last 14 odd years has been a school, that the castle itself is alive somehow, students have seen how sometimes the halls change shape or new design’s or murals or statues in the gardens appear from nowhere, no one ever seen putting them up, no one ever seen doing construction

A less prevalent rumor is of disappearing elevators, some students claim they’ve seen the Silverstone siblings entering into doors or elevators that turn back into walls when you blink, but most people say it’s silly, that kind of magic just isn’t real- no such thing as portals!

Although, despite disagreement on what exactly is strange about the building, most can agree it’s … strange somehow and that the land around it is too, in fact some describe feeling less focused or aware of themselves whenever they leave to visit family or after graduation, this feeling though dissipates quickly and is written off as kind of culture shock, after all; it’s so far from anything else that one might forget what the world outside Silverstone is like, perhaps those beautiful gardens and polished hallways go on forever

[r0achlezbian]

tip to any marketers out there: if you're writing a pitch and include "what's the catch? there is none!" i want you and everyone involved in whatever scam you're peddling to die immediately

[llycaons]

when I first watched hxh I remember so clearly losing my MIND over gon and killua and while I do think they're still gay and will be life partners of some kind orbat least in eaxh other's lives in some capacity as adults I have to say I'm almost 30 and their dynamic is very moving but also they're 14 years old at the OLDEST in their story and like 11/12 when they meet so some of the convos around them come off a little goofy

[legolasghosty]

one hundred and four pretty please?!

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask!!! Holograms timeeee!

A minute later, they were left alone in a large, open dressing room. Half a dozen mirror tables stood against the teal walls, though most of them were bare. Luke immediately flopped onto a light grey couch near the doors.

“Careful,” Alex warned, “Carrie will kill you if you wrinkle that vest.”

Luke stuck his tongue out and slipped the mostly unbuttoned dark blue vest off, tossing it off to the side. “Says who?”

“Says Willie,” Alex retorted, picking it up from the concrete floor and folding it over the back of a chair.

“Wait Willie like the guy who ran you over in the lobby last week?” Reggie cut in, perching on the coffee table beside Luke and resting his elbows on his knees.

(Send me a number and I'll write that many words on my WIP and show you!)

[pinacoladamatata]

You have no right to be that funny in tags. How am I supposed to explain to my mom why I was laughing.

[0rionz-belt]

Ok I’m sorry if this makes no sense. But it’s almost hilarious how fast my everything started trying to kill me once I realized how ungodly bad my eating/sleeping/everything else habits have been the past few days. I’ve never watched The Thing but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that it freaks out every time it gets caught or something and it feels like that’s what my body did.

[cinnabargirl]

They fired the company that was doing the pits at the site I was at and idk when I'll be back next 🥺 I miss mr fine ass

[elevatourism]

Girl why are 2.5 of my favourite characters some form of parasite. Like what does that say about a person

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

a/n: a 2k word kofi reward featuring megalodon shark!hybrid smut.

You hadn’t been planning on going on a cruise, but when you won a ticket through a raffle, you didn’t want to give up your chance for some real rest and relaxation.

Work had been beyond stressful lately, and you were ready to sit by the pool and sip cocktails until you were plastered.

Unfortunately, things don’t always seem to go the way you envision them to.

The first two days were amazing, filled with great food and some fun under the sun. You felt rejuvenated, and for a while you really thought that you’d be able to go back to work as a whole new person.

But on the third night you were walking back from the bar and decided to lean over the railing, the salty wind blowing through your hair. It was nice, you were happy.

That was until you saw it.

Something shifted under the dark, choppy waves, the hint of something dark and gray beginning to emerge. At first you just assumed it was just your imagination. After all, you have been told that people start to hallucinate when they stare into the dark for too long.

But when the thing rose higher, causing the ship to rock slightly… that’s when you realized whatever it was, it was completely real.

Everything happened so fast. A voice came onto the intercom, saying something you couldn’t comprehend. You were too focused on the giant creature appearing before you, dark eyes landing on your form.

It was looking at you.

Terror shook your very being, causing you to nearly vomit in fear. Your hands gripped the railing tightly, your eyes wide and tears forming in the corners.

It was too dark to make out its form exactly, but you could see the glint of large, sharp teeth and that was enough to have your soul attempting to leave your body.

With a loud creak, it leaned against the ship, sending you flying off the side and into the dark depths below.

You woke up feeling rather… warm. Sunlight beamed down onto your skin, something cold lapping at your feet waking you.

Certainly that had been a bad dream and you were at home with your pet licking your feet to get you up and ready to make their breakfast…

But when you opened your eyes, you were reminded of reality.

The dark figure from the night before was hovering over you, the waves it created from rising out of the water lapping at your feet. The night before you hadn’t been able to make out its appearance, but now everything was horribly clear.

Before you was some sort of human and shark hybrid. Its eyes were beady, staring down at you like a predator glares at its prey. Scars covered its soft looking torso and muscular arms, his lower body resembling a shark’s tail.

But the feature that scared you the most, the one that had you crying in fear the night before was his set of razor sharp teeth, nearly the size of your arm.

You flinched when he lowered his head to sniff you, unable to even move. Was this it? You were going to be eaten by some strange, undiscovered beast before you had ever gotten the chance to truly live your life the way you wanted…

Years of working for a company you hated flashed through your mind, tears forming in your eyes. Only this time it was tears of fear, but of frustration. All that time wasted on making money to get by, but never truly making enough to live.

Preparing for the worst, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head. Your only hope was that it would be kind enough to kill you before tearing into your flesh…

Though, after waiting several moments, the only thing you felt was the creature’s soft breaths fanning over your body as it continued to sniff you. Its arms laid on either side of you… and it made some strange growling sound.

Soon, you opened your eyes when a wet sensation on your lower belly caused you to yelp. Oh god, it was eating you!

“N-no, don’t-“

But your cries of fear changed into a moan when he began licking further down.

No, he didn’t want to eat you… he wanted to eat you out.

His massive tongue made easy work of your clit, the very top of it pushing into your cunt and making you cum quickly.

After a while of this, he stared down at you, tilting his head before sinking back into the water. You were left feeling… confused.

While he was gone, you explored your surroundings. You were stuck on a small island, with only a few fruit trees and some birds as company.

You knew that some fruit wouldn’t keep you fed for long, but at least the shade provided some reprieve from the burning sun. If it hadn’t been for that, you would have shriveled up in the heat like a raisin.

The creature/shark guy returned as the moon began to rise over the sky. In his jaws he carried a wooden chest. He dropped it at your feet, nudging it closer to you through the sand.

“What’s this?” you asked, kneeling down to open it up. The chest held various meats and fish, enough to feed you for a while. “Oh… thank you.”

Your gratitude made him perk up, his tail wagging furiously and flinging sand everywhere. He lowered his head, nudging you gently before settling down in the water to watch you cook. It seemed he took great pride in the fact he provided a good meal for you.

As you ate your cooked meat, he slowly reached out his webbed hand, lightly rubbing at your chubby belly. You were too cute, all soft and fat, he wanted to keep you that way. It would ensure you’d produce healthy shark pups, and the very thought of your belly swollen and round during your pregnancy had his hard cock slipping out of his slit.

It was pure instinct. You were plump and well fed, meaning breeding you was the best course of action. He hadn’t found a female megalodon hybrid all mating season, and part of him wondered if he was the last of his kind.

“Soft…”

You were surprised when he spoke, his voice gravely and deep. It could almost shake the ground, and as he pulled you onto his own soft belly, you realized he was… aroused.

His cock was as thick as your arm, and nearly double the size. It would fit with some work… but just barely.

You didn’t know this though, your eyes wide with shock as he pushed the head against your cunt. “H-hey, that’s way too big! It’s not gonna-“

He paused, his black eyes glimmered. “Forgot. Need to get wet.”

He spread your legs apart, keeping them open as his thumb nudged at your clit. His hands were so big, his pinky was enough to stretch you out.

As he pumped his pinky in and out of you, slick started to pool between your legs. It felt so embarrassingly good, you struggled to keep yourself from cumming immediately.

When he considered you stretched out enough, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, nudging the hole before pushing in.

Nothing, not anything could have prepared you for the painful stretch as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs were pushed as far as they could go, and you cried out in pain.

“G-gonna break me,” you babbled, watching your tummy bulge. “It’s t-too big..!”

But he seemed to lost in his own pleasure to hear you, fucking into your tight hole as you whined and squirmed. After a moment though, the pain shifted into a blinding pleasure.

Being stretched out so perfectly felt too good. He groaned into your ear, bouncing you up and down on his cock, using you like a fleshlight.

When his cum spurted into you, the thick, white ropes felt so warm it almost burned. You were filled up completely, gushing his cum even as he pulled out.

He was obsessed with how soft and squishy you were, especially after you had been filled with cum. The megalodon hybrid curled up in the shallows with you, letting you rest on his belly as he kissed your chubby cheeks.

Days turned into weeks, and after two months went by, your belly started to swell. Oh how he doted over you once it was clear you were pregnant.

“Eat, eat,” he’d coo, offering you yet another fish. “Baby needs it.”

Your tits swelled with milk after a bit, and he was fascinated by how sensitive they became. When he buried his cock inside of you at night, he’d take one of your nipples into his mouth and suckle a bit, teasing you… but not maliciously. No, he wanted to spoil and pamper his precious mate.

When you grew closer to your due date, your lover became clingy, never leaving your side for long.

You gave birth to a single, adorable shark pup… and he was excited to put another one in you as soon as possible.

About two years passed, and you had grown used to living on that little island. In the morning you collected fruit, watered your various plants that had been collected by the megalodon hybrid, then you would walk to the shoreline and wait.

“Mama!”

One of your little ones toddled out of the waves, his little legs struggling through the sand before he reached you. He hugged your legs, letting out a little purr as you ruffled his hair.

“H-hey, no fair! Mama, me too!”

Your oldest called for you from the water. He had a tail like his father, and couldn’t leave the ocean. “Shh, shh, I’m coming, baby. You know I wouldn’t leave you out.”

You waddled into the waves, being careful due to your pregnancy. Your other son joined you in the water, both cooing over your belly.

“Mama, when will the baby come?”

“Mmm… it’ll be at least a month or so.”

The younger one splashed his brother, causing them to dip under the waves and play. You laughed, spotting a dark shape coming from the deep.

Your lover emerged from the ocean, your two sons giggling and climbing up his back then jumping back into the water. He was a very patient father, letting them use him as a jungle gym as much as they wanted.

“Eat.”

He dropped another catch onto the shore, his eyes soft as he admired the extra weight you had put on over the last few years. His fingers traced your stretch marks, a smile on his lips.

“Again? I’m still full from lunch.”

But he was persistent, nudging you towards your fire pit so you’d cook. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

Your youngest toddled around the beach, playing with shells and blowing raspberries at his older brother as he sat in your lap by the fire. The two were always bickering, but you made sure to spend equal time with them.

As the sun set, the kiddos drifted off to sleep on a nearby reef as you and your lover kissed. “Mmm… getting big.”

You yawned, cockwarming him as he toyed with your sensitive nipples. He quite enjoyed how much softer you were now, even more so than when he first met you.

It felt nice, having him guide your hips over him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Being stuffed full of his cum had become addicting, and you needed to be bred almost every night to be satisfied.

You were sure that you’d continue having his shark pups well into the future. After all, he took very good care of you, always bringing gifts and yummy foods to keep you from losing that softness he loved so much.

In the morning, you’d start the day over. Although sometimes you missed the life you lived before all of this, you were content being bred and kept as his sweet little mate on that peaceful island.

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[whateveriwant]

NSFW Size Difference HCs with Simon

F!Reader, Part 2, SFW version

“It’s too big” girlfriend 🤝 “I’ll make it fit” boyfriend

Seriously, there’s no such thing as a quickie with this man. Before you have sex, he always has to stretch you out either with a toy or a couple of those thick fingers of his

Speaking of which, you’ve become well acquainted with the taste of his fingers from how many times he’s gagged you with them as he’s fucked you when you have guests over

Oftentimes, he doesn’t even verbally tell you when he’s horny. He’ll just walk up behind you and press his hard cock against your lower back (he calls it “show, don’t tell”)

He’s always teasing you about how small your hands are in comparison to his, especially how you can’t even make your fingers touch as they circle his thick dick :(

Sometimes when he’s going down on you, you think your hips are actually going to dislocate from how far you have to spread them to accommodate for his shoulders

Before he pushes into you, he loves to lay his cock against your stomach and measure how deep inside you he’s going to reach (hint: it’s deep)

Not only is Simon big but he’s strong, meaning one of his favorite positions to fuck you is hoisting you in the air and bouncing you on him

Missionary/mating press can be dangerous because there’s a genuine risk of you getting smothered by his massive chest :(

In a similar vein, good luck trying to kiss this man while you’re having sex because your mouths are nowhere near each other regardless of your position

On more than one occasion, you’ve had to lie to your coworkers/family about the reason you lost your voice. It’s not because you’re sick like you’d said, but rather because your boyfriend had battered the back of your throat with his dick the night before

Truly, there’s no prettier sight in the world to Simon than when you’re lying beneath him, your hands clawing at the bedsheets, little tears sliding down your cheeks as his big cock stretches your pussy open 🥰