#as you can tell I cant leave a wall blank

[simswoon]

Lennon's room!

[obxsprincess]

warnings ; toxic references, degradation

”pretty thing ain’t ya pogue” rafe hissed in your ear — fat tip pushing in your sopping pussy. his hickies all over your body, which he had you bent over his couch cushion like a rag doll. thighs jerked around his waist, your tits pressed against the plush couch as his dick slid into your puffy walls

“and fuckin’ tight,” rafes words were so filthy you uncontrollably clenched around his cock. sucking him in even deeper and yet pushing him out. he grunted in response. “fucking do that again and ‘m cumming inside you - damn you want that don’t you baby?” his hand pulled your forehead so you were looking at him — the mere size of his cock making water pool in your lash line. his slow, taunting thrusts left your mind deliciously blank.

“c-cameron we auh auh- cant!” the fact you even got it out surprised you both, yet only made the bastard smirk. “sure I can, you don’t have a say baby’ I’m doing you a favor slut, let’s not forget that, yea’?” a moan slipped from your lips as his hips began to slap into your ass — many moans as he pushed down on your back, thrusting your hips up even higher he hit your sweet spot perfectly “god, such a fucking shame your a pogue, prettiest slut I’ve ever seen. never had kook cock have you, mhm?” you knew he was enjoying the taunts far to much, but his heavy balls slapping against your clit truly blurred out any scoffs you could have resided to. instead being replaced by dirty gasps and moans — all falling from your drool kissed lips. it was answer enough — and he fucking loved it.

“good cause’ mines the only one you’ll ever gonna have, pogue” the words disappeared in your mind before they even set it, the feeling of his tip thrusting right into your g spot triggered your electric laced climax. cunt walls quivering around his dick — balls deep in your squelching pussy.

“p-pull out” you tried to manage — your blurry tinged head barely doing anything to truly protest. it just felt so good.

in an instant, he pried your legs from his waist and pushed your hips down onto the couch — prone boning you from the back as you felt him lick a strike up the side of your neck. “don’t tell a kook what to do baby” the words almost registered right before he slammed to the hilt once more — his tip twitched against your cervix, a deep groan leaving his throat as his cum leaked down your clenching cunt. “f-fuck you rafe” you panted. feeling him collapse gently on top of you, peeling your sweat brimmed hair from your neck as he layed another purple mark. “your hot when your mad, pogue,” you gasped as he kneeled behind you — thrusting his cum deeper into you, holding it in. “but say it again sweetheart and I’ll make sure every one of your filthy fucking friends knows you belong to me,” you were exhausted — and yet his greedy fingers found your clit, circling it just to prove his point. so sensitive from the touch you bucked against him. “none of them fuck you like I do, do they baby? yea’ none of them ever fuckin’ will”

a/n : toxic rafe just does things to me… carnally. I needed to write a quick blurb lmao. imagining he saw you at a party and well… it’s rafe hehe

[channiesdelululand]

'I need more'?!

NSFW Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!, Unprotected sex, Private Voyeurism, and cursing. Please let me know if I left any out!

Short drabble because Christopher's solo stages have me slowly going insane so enjoy! LOL

You shouldn’t feel like this… You shouldn’t be so angry? Jealous? Honestly in this moment staring into the mirror of your hotel room, you were sharing with your boyfriend, you really had no idea what you were feeling. Your boyfriend, who was currently on his way home from the arena after another sold out show, he didn’t do anything wrong? Its not like he sat on stage half naked making the same faces he does with you alone, the same eyes rolling in the back of his skull while throwing his head back the same way you’ve seen him do 100 times. But 100 times for you, 100 times in the privacy of 4 walls, no one around. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy watching his little stage, because god quite the opposite. The second he strolled on the stage slowly dragging that chair… Your mind went blank, excitement starting to pool between your thighs. You loved every second of it. Every fake nail mark…. Every hand print… And now ‘I need more’? You know it’s just a stage. It’s his job. You’ve never felt this feeling before. So why this feeling, why now?

The sound of the hotel room door opening snapping you out of your mind spiral. 

“Y/N”

“Im in here, just washing my face.”

Just as you splash cold water on your face you feel arms wrap around your waist. His face resting against your back.

“You okay baby? You just about sprinted out of the arena after the show.”

You don’t answer, looking up meeting his gaze. You study his for a moment. His half zipped chrome hoodie exposing a bit of the left on stage make up from that damn stage. He watches your eyes burn into his chest.

“Baby? Come on now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing babe, just tired. Had a little too much fun today thats all.”

“Okay if you say so, hurry and wash up so we can cuddle a bit before bed.”

He slowly unwraps his arms and leaves a lingering kiss to the inside of your neck. 

“Love you”

You hear him start to rustle around the room. You know he can tell something is wrong, not just from him asking but the look in his eyes. He can read you like a book. 

You notice the lights from outside in the room start to dim. You walk out of the bathroom to investigate.

“Chris what are you doing?”

Sitting in one of the chairs, jacket fully unzipped, basketball shorts still on but legs spread apart showing off his thick thighs. He has his head leaned back until he hears you start to walk over to him. Placing one of his hands on his lap lightly tapping himself, inviting you to come take a seat. 

“Come on baby girl, come take a seat and tell me why you seem so upset.”

Crossing your arms in protest, an attempt that wouldn’t last very long. You never lasted long when Chris looked like this. Hair disheveled, skin still sticky from sweat, half dressed because after a long show he just cant be bothered. 

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh you don’t? I just dont think I believe you.”

Reaching out to you still in your outfit from the concert. Tiny little skirt with nothing on underneath within grabbing distance of him. He takes the hem of your skirt pulling you a little closer to him. Running his index finger between your folds and bringing the wetness up to his mouth to suck it off. Taking everything in you to not whimper. 

“Sure doesn’t feel like you dont want to my sweet, deliciously sweet girl.”

He grabs your arm pulling you forward until you turn around, falling into his lap. You land so perfectly, your head falling back onto his shoulder, legs draped over his. His hands immediately start moving. One down under your skirt feeling around kneading your thighs. The other up your shirt finding your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All while starting to give little bites to your ear lobe. 

“This is what I am thinking about you know.” he whispers into your ear as he starts circling around the bundle of nerves currently in desperate need of being touched.

“Think about when?”

“When im on stage, I picture this exactly. You in my lap letting me take you as I wish.”

“You mean when you are infront of thousands of people getting to think about you like that. Getting to fantasize about you.”

“Awww I know what’s wrong now. Did my baby get a little jealous?”

“Nooo” You start to whimper as he inserts 2 fingers and begins curving them up so perfectly.

“Oh yeah thats it, they may get to see what I look like when I think about you but they’ll never get to hear these sweet sounds that come from you.”

You feel his body shift as he pulls his shorts and boxers down enough to free himself. He take his hand and uses himself to start to tease you. Slowly causing you to buck, silently begging him to enter. 

“Nope baby I want to hear you tell me why you ran out of that arena so quickly when all I wanted after the show was to bend you over and take you before coming back here.”

“It’s silly Channie, fuuuckkk…. I don’t want to.” His fingers pumping in and out with his thumb circling your clit it was hard to think.

“Never silly baby tell me.”

“I was jealous…But not because you were on stage like that.”

“Oh?” You can feel his shit eating grin against your neck as he bites, sucks, and licks while you try to speak.

“I was jealous because I wasn’t up there with you. And Fuck Christopher you just looked so incredible. ”

“Good girl using your words.” He slips himself inside you pulling your waist down on him deeper. “Why don’t you show me what you would do if you were on stage with me.”

You sit up a bit, legs still draped over his, and begin moving yourself up and down.

“Chris, want them to know youre mine.” Your words slurring out.

“Yeah? Fuck yeah, show them. Show them what a good girl you are.”

“Im your good girl”

“Thats right baby, mine just mine. and I am all yours.”

He begins matching your bouncing with his own thrusts. Using one hand on your waist to guide you and the other to add extra stimulation.

He can feel you getting close and based off his unsteady grunts you could tell he was as well. 

“want me to show you how much I am yours y/n?”

“Yes, please show me!” You grasp at his thighs, as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst.

“Fuck, Im going to cum in this pretty pussy and show the world you are mine. Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me and scream my name. No one can scream my name as perfect as can.”

“Chris uhhh fuck CHRIS”

“God, fuck you are such a good girl.”

Both of you reaching your high together, he starts to slow his movements helping you down from such a high, high. You can feel your combined arousal soaking Chris’ lap. You slouch down into his chest listening to his steading heartbeat.

“Imagine we did that on stage baby.”

“I think you be out of a job.” 

Both of you laughing against each other. You loved this feeling, right after where you felt so close to him.

“I love you Chris”

“And I love you more. I want to say there’s no need for you to get jealous but I’m not going to lie it’s pretty sexy on you.”

“Shut up! It’s not my fault you felt the need to look so fuckable on stage! You know what that manspreading does to me!” You turn slightly to playful swat at his arm but you are met with his hand palming your cheek and pulling you into the deepest kiss.

“Never forget I am yours, and I always will be.” You can hear his honey dripping smile through his words.

Suddenly all the unexplainable rage from an hour ago had melted away as you cuddled deep into Chris  and left little kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 

“And I am yours Channie, now and forever.”

[br4tphobia]

obsessed . + eren jaeger

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Toxic! eren jaeger x black!fem reader, unprotected sex, cock drunk reader, p in v, on and off relationship, toxicness, black coded y/n, profanity, dirty talk, humiliation kink if u squint, tummy buldge, over stimulation, and sex w/o plot!

✧˖*° vals note!! + first fic?? but not really since its short but pls forgive me if its sloppy 🫶🏾

“oh fu-u-u-uck!” you curse at the harsh deep strokes, his tip kissing your stomach from inside every time he slams back into you. gripping his shoulders with your long acrylics, leaving light scratches causing him to groan.

“shit baby..tell me how i make you feel..” placing his hand on your jaw, moving his free hand on your lower stomach, placing it on your tummy buldge, whimpering. “s-so good.. oh my god..” whining out with your eyes rolling the the back of your head.

your mind went blank, all your thoughts are of him. his name, his hands, how good he makes you feel. all you could think of was Eren. youre obsessed, so obsessed you hate it.. “oh fuh..right there! yesyesyesyes..” gripping his shoulders harder than before. the same spot being abused repeated causing you to release over his cock with no warning, causing a white ring forming.

“aw baby..i thought u h-hated me..look at you now. cumming on this dick, being such a pretty girl..all for me..?” he stammered at your walls tightening on him, his thrusts quickening. "its t-too much..e-eren!!" covering your eyes with your hand as u roll your head back at the immense pleasure. "lemme see those eyes ma.." muttered, still trying to hold a grudge against him but u give up. taking your hand off of your faces, making eye contact with eren.

"atta girl.. youre so- god.. fucking pretty.." he quickened his pace chasing after his own high "e-eren..! i-i cant take it.." you whimper at the over stimulation, arching your back as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. "pretty dont run from it, t-take it all.. i know you can" he grunted, pressing his hand over the dick print hes causing, lowering your arch. you cant help but whine even louder, you feel your orgasm approaching for the second time.

he knew by your volume, he loved hearing you, he loves the way you talk, your attitude, he loves you. and he wants you to know that. "im g-gonna cum again rennieee!" you warn, his grip tightening on your hips. the pit in your stomach getting hotter and hotter. "fuck.. go ahead p-pretty.. make a mess on this dick." his thumb on your clit causes you to break. shuddering under him, feeling his cum deep inside you.

trying to catch your breath, eren collapses on you. "boy get the f-fuck off of me!" panting, trying to push him off of you. “only if u forgive me.” he muttered, with his head burried in your neck. there was a awkward silence, thinking about your decision. knowing your previous mistakes with him, “mmch.” you kiss your teeth “..ok..now get yo big ass off me of me!” blurting, feeling a relief off your body.

“thats what i thought.” he rolls his eyes, “dont make me change my mind..” mean mugging him, seeing a smile form on his face and u cant help but do the same. “i love you” he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses

theemrsjaeger 2023 © do not plagiarize, copy, or repost anything I post. reblog if you enjoyed 🩷

[kbagraces]

No Time to Die LN4

Lando Norris Mafia/Gang AU

As much as we try to suppress the stigma, strong women will continue to be perceived as intimidating until you learn to love us.

PART 4 Reflections

My vision and hearing was in and out the whole journey to Lando's hide out flat in London. My body was slumped across the back seats of his car, my head resting in Mandi's lap, her delicately moving hair out of the concerning gash on my head and then holding her jacket back on the wound. I felt like i was under water, i could hear talking from the front of the car but not words. Mandi didnt utter a sentence.

I felt the car stop and i was lifted out of the car. The cold midnight air stung, i could finally make out what they were saying, Mandi demanding, "Careful. Careful. Would you be careful!"

That means that Lando was carrying me, another thing he can hold over my head. Brilliant.

"I am being fucking careful." His voice rattled against my body. I wanted to snap, no one talks to my best friend like that. But once again it came out as a groan and a huff.

I was lowered down, i'm unsure whether its a bed or a sofa, but its soft as hell either way. My bpdy is drifting off again, im either passing out or falling asleep but this time i dont care to fight it.

I wake up alone, the sun peaking through the blind. A duvet drapped over the bottom half of my body. I'm in the most baggy joggers and an even baggier t shirt. I'm sure these aren't clothes myself or Mandi packed.

My head stinging, i raise my hand to touch my injury, jagged stitches across where the gaping wound once was. The amateur skills screamed that it was the work of Mandi, having stitched up a few of my wounds in her time, but at the end of the day shes not a professional 

I lift myself out of the bed, another vampire like room in front of me dark walls dark furniture is this man allergic to colour?

Walking, or more like waddling, out of the room i attempt to gain some balance. I walk down the hall to the kitchen gasping for water.

I turn around glass in hand to spot Lando's body stretched out over to sofa, legs hanging off the end. He's on his phone scrawling through whatever nonsense is on there.

"Morning." I announce, theres no way he didnt hear me come in.

"Morning, how's my favourite liability!" He attempts to joke, looking up from his phone. His eyes taking in my obvious dishevelled appearance and body clad in what i've deduced to be his clothes.

"I'm going to pray that it wasnt you that dressed me in your clothes?"

He grins, a huff coming from his nose as he sits up , eaning foreward, elbows on knees. "I should be so lucky."

"Excuse me?"

He ignores my question, "Mandi both bathed and dressed you, i just left the clothes on my bed. Your shit was in my car and i couldnt be bothered to get them."

I hummed in response, sitting down at the island. My fingers rotating over the top of the glass, feeling slightly awkward due to his eyes not once leaving me.

"Where is Mandi?"

"Her and Nat went to service the car, get her filled up, tires changed... cleaned."

Odd how it wasn't him and Nat, odd that Mandi also thought it was a good idea to leave me here, shes up to something.

"How long will they be? I want my clothes."

"They'll be back soon."

"You've got a real starring problem you know that." I feel uncomfortable being so judged? Admired? I cant tell which.

"So ive been told."

"Good to know you make all women uncomfortable and its not solely reserved for me."

He gets up from his seat, now leaning opposite me across the island in the kitchen. His irritating, signature smirk painted on his mouth.

"I make you uncomfortable?" His mouth now feigns a mocking pout, "Do i make you nervous too?"

I scoff, unfolding my arms, imitating his stance and leaning across the table, a few inches between our faces and hands nearly touching, "no one makes me nervous."

There was a thick tension in the air, neither of us willing to move. There was a twinge in his eyes, ones that usually are blank with zero emotion are now twinkling with what i assume is resentment mixed with a little bit of lust.

"Morning!!" Natalie beams in her usually sunny voice. Honestly, how someone so doom and gloom as Lando made such good friends with such a ray of sunshine ill never know.

Lando's body stands tall and rigid once hes aware of their presence. Neither of us sure how long they'd been there. His eyes blank once again, although certainly embarrassed that he was caught off guard.

I catch a glance between him and Natalie before he shakes his head.

"Nice outfit." Mandi cackles, mockery laced in her tone.

Lando, serious as ever claps his hands together, "now we have the car can we all get ready and get this shit show on the road. You have 10 minutes meet back here and we'll get a plan together."

Natalie and Mandi leave to what i assume are their individual rooms. I head over to the front door retrivbeing my bag which mandi brought in.

"I won" i said as i brushed past Lando.

I'll have no man try and intimidate me or even worse believe they have a hold over me!

--

We all enter the kitchen once more. Taking a seat around this cursed table.

"So we have ordered a plane from Dover straight to Barcelona, there one of my drivers will take us to a safe house to sort who's going where and doing what." His eyes scan us, ensuring that were listening. Lingering on me before continuing.

"Nat, you're driving to Dover. I am going to tap into Ferrari and Keegans data to see what their plans are they seem like they are biggest threats as of right now. Mandi, you can sit there and look pretty and y/n you can attempt to do that too." He laughs at his own joke, a little too hard. Asshole.

We all head to the front door, Mandi grabs my arm pulling me back to walk at her pace.

"You know you can cut the sexual tension with a knife between you two" Her eyebrows quivering up and down suggestively.

"Are you kidding?"

"Not at all, youve got the big bad Lando Norris wrapped around your little finger. Turn on the y/n charm, I beg of you! Make this trip interesting."

"As if running away from your brother who took over of you old gang isnt interesting." She can't be serious right now. Surely?

We hang back at the front door, out of earshot as they load upo the car.

"Come on he fancies you, you fancies him, why don-"

I raise my hand to her face in rejcetion, covering up her mouth.

"Firstly, shut the fuck up. Secondly i do not fancy him."

"You so do"

"Do fucking not."

She rolls her eyes "okay okay you don't."

We make our way to the car, Nat revving it in impatience. As Mandi opens her door, she whispers, but loud enough for me to hear,

"You so do."

[rockermybuddie]

Mistake

Rocker x reader

Story 2

Summary: You wake up realizing you probably just made the worst mistake in your whole career. In a panic you go over to Chris’s for her advice. But how does Rocker feel?

————

You open your eyes and look up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Your eyes wonder to the blank white walls then to the navy dresser. “Shit” you say quietly when you remember last night.

You look over to your left and see Rocker fast asleep. You quietly get out of the bed trying not to wake him.

You look for your clothes but cant find your underwear, then you remember Rocker ripping them off. “No underwear it is.” You say to yourself.

“Leaving already?” You jump at the sound of Rockers voice. He laughs. “Not funny Rocker.” You snap. “Come on, dont leave yet. We dont have shift today.” He asks opening his arms for you to crawl into.

As bad as you want to you know you shouldn’t. “I cant Rocker. We shouldn’t of even done what we did last night.” You tell him as you make your way down stairs to retrieve your top in the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” He asks concerned following you closely behind. “This, this was a one time thing.” You say pointing your finger between you and him.

“Babe, we are great together.” Rocker begs. “Yeah and seeing you almost die stirred my feelings. But my career Rocker.” You tell him. It hurts you just as much knowing you two cant date but SWAT is important, without it you dont know what to do.

“Its just a piece of paper we have to sign.” Rocker tells you. You roll your eyes he doesn’t understand how dating the leader of a squad being just an officer how that can change how people see you.

You grab your gun from the drawer he put it in last night and your badge as you make your way to the door.

“Sweetheart please. Lets talk about this. Us.” Rocker begs trying to reach for your hand. “No Rocker.” You swat his hand away and open the door going straight to your car.

Its hard not to look back at Rocker standing in the doorway watching you leave. Rocker rubs a hand down his face as he watches you drive away.

You text Chris askingher if she was awake, when she replied you were on the way to her apartment.

“Chris i messed up.” You say as soon as she opens her door. “Slow down, what happened?” She asks as you pace around her apartment.

“I slept with Rocker.” You start off with. She raises her eyebrows as she listens to you explain what happened from when you all got back to HQ to this morning.

“That can not happen again.” She says. “Yeah i know. And it wont.” You tell her. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem hes not your squad leader.” She tells you.

“No one can find out about this.” You say. “And they wont. You tell Rocker that?” She asks. “I told him that this could mess with my career.” You look at Chris with a worried expression, what if Rocker tells someone? Then its going to spread that you slept with him.

“I don’t think Rocker would intentionally hurt your career but you better have a conversation with him. One that wont lead you two in bed.” Chris says with her stern voice. “Thanks Chris.” You tell her.

Chris has been with the team for years, being the only woman on SWAT must of been hard. She was so welcoming of you when you joined. The two of you clicked instantly when you joined.

Getting back in your car you head back to your apartment to take a shower.

———

When you get put of your shower theres a knock at your door. You go to answer.

“Rocker? Whatvare you doing here?” You ask in surprise not expecting to see him again so soon. “We need to talk about us.” He says looking down at you. He tries to keep his eyes on your face but your hair is up in a towel, your shirt fits you just right and your shorts are real short showing your soft smooth plump thighs.

You hesitate if you should let him in your apartment going back to yours and Chris”s conversation. Your apartment would be an easy place to end up back in bed.

“Are you going to let me in?” Rocker asks when you haven’t moved from the doorway. His voice sounded so authoritative you moved out of habit and he walked right in.

“I cant be with you and be on SWAT. It wont work.” You tell him. Maybe if you be straight up this conversation can end quicker.

“It can work. We just dont tell anyone and till we have to.” Rocker says. “That is literally the stupidest thing to ever come out of your mouth.” You roll your eyes. You cant believe he just said that.

“Please. After last night i cant see myself being happy with anyone else.” Rocker begs. “We slept together once and you made up your mind?” You snap, he sounds like every man the next day after hooking up.

“I’ve had my eyes on you the day you joined SWAT. I knew i was/am going to end up with you one way or another.” He tells you. You blush at that since you knew he had his eyes on you but never took it this serious.

“Maybe if one of us moves stations or something. It wont work right now. I know neither of us is going to want to move. Rocker i, i like you. But dating you could risk my reputation as a SWAT officer. You know why.” You tell him, looking him straight in the eyes so he knows you’re serious, even though he is taking this conversation seriously.

“Yeah, I understand.” He says in a disappointed voice. His head drops down between his shoulders as he heads towards the door.

“One last time?” You ask, you didnt even think before those words came out of your mouth but i was too late to take them back.

Rocker crossed the room in one step scooping you up so you were straddling him as he crashes his lips down on yours.

He lays you down on your counter as he lifts off your shirt. The cold marble on your back making your nipples hard.

Rocker kisses his was down your body sucking here and there as his hands remove your shorts.

Once he got your shorts and underwear off he starts softly sucking on your lips as he takes in your scent.

A soft moan escapes as he runs his tongue across you. You grip the back of his head as he begins sucking and moving his tongue around inside of you.

Part of you was sad when he kissed his way back up but was fulfilled when his cock took its place inside of you.

You didnt even realize Rocker was naked he had you in a fantasy.

Rocker held you in place with a hand on top of your head, hand tangled in your hair as he thrusted in and out of you on the slippery counter.

Everytime he slammed his hips into you small screams escaped but was covered by his mouth on top of yours in a wet deep kiss.

You felt Rocker pull out and wuick after felt the sticky substance on your stomach. You didnt care though, it was going to take a while to get off this counter.

Rocker grabbed a hand towel and wiped you clean. You sat up on the counter getting down, grabbing onto Rocker for support because your legs are weak.

“If its gonna be our last time had to make it the best sweetheart.” Rocker says helping you catch your balance. “Yes never again.” You match the disappointment in your voice with his. But its for the best.

You both get dressed and Rocker heads to the door to leave. “Bye Rocker. See you around.” You say.

“Bye honey.” Rocker says opening the door. You watch Rocker leave, you wish the two of you could be together but your career comes first.

You decide not to tell Chris about having sex with Rocker a second time. It doesn’t matter because its the last….

————

[lyloneliness]

Okay, I'm frustrated that bones changed some details in the anime since it suppressed the proofs that Dazai is alive and I'm also tired of seeing this chaos... So I'm gonna share the complete explanation of how it is he survived and no one will be crying anymore!!!

So first of all, look closely at the bullet impacts on the wall.. ..... There are only three even though chuuya shot four times. There no impact behind dazai's head, when the bullet would normally go through dazai's head.

At this point of the reflexion, some think that it's a point blank bullet, which makes sound and all but doesn't kill. But I don't think it is cause :

When did chuuya put it in his gun? If it was really one, asagiri would show chuuya recharging

It would hurt dazai much more than that since the gun is literally ON his forehead, the impact itself greater than what we've seen

There is no shot sound for this shot if you look closely

BUT, there are three shot sound on the next panel, which means chuuya hurt dazai on the forehead with his ability somehow (I think since dazai isn't touching him directly he can still augment the mass of his gun and direct it forward in order to leave a round mark on his forehead), and THEN shot three times to fool Fyodor into thinking that the wound on dazai's forehead was made at that time and that he shot him in the head, shoulder and hip.

But then, where did the 'headshot' go? If you remember what dazai said just before the 'we're destined to-' speech, he screamed at chuuya saying "where the fuck are you aiming at, you lousy shooter ?! ". And we've seen when chuuya arrived that he can respond to dazai's provocation... Now, look at the first shot impact on the wall :

It's two times bigger than the others. And the first shot sound on this panel is different from the two that follow, meaning it hit something other than flesh. So I think chuuya made a Pinpoint shot in the first hole as an answer to dazai's provocation and to make Fyodor associate it with the head wound, and then shot two times to enforce the feeling of violence and comfort Fyodor into thinking he won.

Note that this theory is plausible because we've seen on the screens Fyodor is looking at that the camera is in chuuya's back, and that chuuya knows it since he was in the control room with Fyodor before coming here. Which means Fyodor cant see the moment of the impact on dazai's forehead, but only the three shots after and the wound on dazai's head.

Also note that none of dazai's injuries are dangerous for his life, none of them are situated on vital points or nerves and all. And since dazai is bleeding much more from the first wound than the two last, I think at that time chuuya hit his artery and that's why he complained... And chuuya ajusted after that.

Aaaand that's what everyone is saying so you probably already know it but, he COULDN'T speak if he were really shot in the head (which they suppressed in the anime to make it more realistic and leave the suspense) .

Also his 'last words' could be talking about how he waited for the proof chuuya was still on his side, and not about how he waited for death as a suicide maniac.

Let me also remind you that a vampire can chose to ignore the order to kill when it's someone important to them, like we've seen with aku. That doesn't keep them from hurting them (shots, atsushi's leg... AGAIN) but at least, they can chose not to kill them. Or even to sacrifice themselves, like akutagawa when he didn't activated his armor, willing to take atsushi's punch..

I'm sure most of you know that the 'goodbye' in chap 101 isn't just a farewell to chuuya but also the title of the last book of irl dazai. And we know from several fights that the tactics soukoku uses are named after the irl authors' book, meaning dazai said this code to tell chuuya that he wants to use that plan.

Also dazai's rambling about how many time he imagined this scene could also refer to that, but since he says he imagined it the other way around, the original 'goodbye plan' was probably more about chuuya playing dead and dazai saving the day, unlike how it happens here.

Alright! Hope you feel better after reading that and thanks for getting to the end! ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

And if you like it and/or don't want ppl crying anymore please reblog this, we need the truth to come out!!! And I made it with all my heart (❀╹◡╹) ❀~

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

Lines from "In The Other Universe" that I CANT GET OVER

in which a fanfic writer (me) overexplains her oneshot bc I NEED TO RAMBLE AND MY IRLS FOLLOW ME ON EVERY OTHER PLATFORM SO TUMBLR IS ALL! I! HAVE!

(u should prob read it first this wont make sense otherwise)

"Even though it was not his name, Yin Yu turned"

i dont know if this is a canon scene or not (sue me the books are LONG and hard to buy in my country) but i've read about yin yu getting mistaken for yizhen and getting totally upset. so i decided to start this fic with him being so okay with it that he responds to qi ying's name as if it's his own.

(also because if ur so close to someone, ur nosy abt their business because it also becomes your business) I WANTED TO CONVEY THAT CLOSENESS FROM THE VERY FIRST LINE

"Should I tell Yizhen you can't even recognize me?"

CANON YIN YU IS SO GLOOMY AND HONESTLY WE UNDERESTIMATE HIS POTENTIAL TO BE TEASY. i just know he could be. all hard workers have a sarcastic inner voice

"The man damn near shits his pants"

AHAHHA okay look. i have this tendency when writing to be REALLY PRETENTIOUS AND FANCY. and ive learnt that usually NO ONE GIVES TWO SHITS. compared to genshin, tgcf fanfics are so beautifully written and sometimes i gotta remind this fandom to SPEAK INFORMALLY (unless its qi rong. then. yea. BUT WHO READS QI RONG FICS?)

"The blank wrist that has never known the kiss of cold metal"

I RIPPED MY OWN HEART OUT WITH THIS ONE

"In this universe, he discovers it's such a simple thing to be happy."

proof that quanyin is literally hualian's cousin

the entire earring scene

i am a sucker for qyz's over-attachment to the earrings. ik a lot of ppl think he's like this because its the only thing yin yu ever gave him but NO headcanon that even in the other universe, yizhen would be overly attached because hes a puppy

he xuan scene

canonically, he xuan would NEVER. bc 1) he's too lost in his own ways to ask for advice and 2) it would fuck with his earth master disguise too much. but since it's the other universe!!!! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

“Yizhen’s victory is my victory,” he declares, with a tone that leaves no room for argument. “His loss is my loss. When Yizhen cries, I am sad. When Yizhen smiles at me, my heart is so full it could burst.” He brings two jade white palms together, interlocking the fingers like entangled limbs on a hot summer morning. “We’re like this. One shared past; one shared future. As a Shixiong, don’t you think rather than being jealous, I’m extremely proud of how far he’s come?”

my favourite freaking line can you tell? IT SHOWS THEIR ABILITY TO ROOT FOR ONE ANOTHER. SHOWS EMPATHY. SHOWS LOVE. ("my heart is so full it could burst") THE RECALL TO THE MORNING THEY WOKE UP TOGETHER, REMINDING YOU OF DOMESTICITY AND SIMPLICITY AND TRUST AND CLOSENESS.

ONE SHARED PAST; ONE SHARED FUTURE ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? this is all i ever wanted for them. to be able to grow together and live together and die together. TO HAVE A SHARED PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE.

this line is also loaded to me bc i once wrote a fic called "entangled pasts; estranged future" that wasnt good enough to be posted but GOD IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF IT

"Here, he never needs to know the weight of a mask – neither physical not metaphorical."

i dont like how i worded this but IT NEEDED TO BE SAID. YIN YU NEVER NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WEAR THE WANING MOON MASK but more importantly NEVER NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WEAR A MASK TOWARDS QUAN YIZHEN. NEVER NEEDS TO HIDE RESENTMENT. im shaking with all they couldve been and didnt become.

"Here, Brocade and Immortal are just two words"

hear that? its the sound of me BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AAAAAA I SO DESPERATELY WANT THIS TO BE REAL i mean i understand if they werent so tragic i wouldnt love them as much but IT HURTS! (*100 teehee)

"Sure it will."

i actually hate myself why did i end it like that even in my fanfic i cant let them be happy. huh. i have to subtly hint that this isnt what happens.

its actually so upsetting that the whole fic is so nice and healing and all of it is just overcasted by this knowledge of "its not real. they never get to be this happy. what really happens is they resent each other and leave each other and they become one shared past; two estranged futures."

you can call me insane. im aware no one thinks this deeply about fanfiction and most people are on the site for smut. BUT I THOUGHT LONG AND HARD ABOUT IT SO YOURE FORCED TO LISTEN TO ME RAMBLE

[dykeseesgod]

what well its just that you havent spoken to me in years except to call me a faggot or to dislocate my shoulder and you know what else is missing besides an attentive listener a segue i suppose forgive my bluntness please dont hit me but i could giv two shits about you or your vacant mind or your morbid curiosities or your dead fucking dog so why dont you just leave i never dislocated your shoulder according to my doctor you did in shop class last spring you twisted my arm behind my back and said you wouldnt let go until i said and i quote i like to get it up the ass i was just playing around with you oh that makes me feel so much better you know through my screams and the searing pain i can definely recall hearing laughter any way i can contribute to the fun of the group we were just messing around with you fuck you cb id rather you say we beat the shit out of you because we cant stand you rather than youre just messing with me that implies light teasing or slightly oproprious behavior i havent eaten in the cafeteria in 2 years for fear of going home with some part of it smeared across my shirt i havent been to the bathroom on campus since my head got slammed into a wall i believe you were there i didnt do that well you didnt stop it either and the faculty doesnt care you know what im tired of hearing they only pick on you because of your own insecurities aw jeez mrs blank now that you said that my head doesnt hurt so much and people wonder why kids bring guns to school to shoot you fuckers down maybe youre not the bully but you stand idly by and watch and to me thats even worse so please just go youre being hostile and im just trying to have a conversation with you like a civilized i dont want to talk to you i just want to be left alone i dont need social pointers i just want an apology for the five minutes youve stolen from my day see this is why you dont have friends i think we both know why i dont have any friends oh dont be so melodramatic youre in here crying about a dead dog and im being melodramatic shut the fuck up about my dog ok or what youll hit me go ahead ill show you how people get hurt and dont run away to cry like a big fucking baby whats so funny asshole im sorry nothing i dont see anything to laugh at its nothing its just that i was scared of you for like a second im sorry no its ok i deserved it promise me you wont bring a gun to school i dont even know where id get one you were one of my best friends you all were i just dont get it can i be honest if its any consolation none of us knew what to say to you after your dad got arrested it was pretty awkward it was more awkward for me im sorry we werent there for you that means a lot see now youre being sarcastic again no i wasnt its hard to tell with you truce i wasnt fighting a war but sure truce are you i dont know ive never had sex so kinda hard to tell at this point what about my dad im not sure thats considered sex you remember how my dog used to howl when you played the piano yeah i always found it pretty annoying he was singing along what do you think happens to animals when they die they go to heaven you believe in heaven sure there has to be some reward for living through all this and you think there are animals there in heaven the wolf will live with the lamb the lion will lie down with the goat and the calf the lion and the yearling together and a child will lead them the cow will feed with the bear their young will lie down together and the lion will eat straw like the ox the infant will play near the hole of the cobra and the child will put his hand into the vipers nest but my dog killed a living thing wouldnt god be mad he was sick cb he couldnt help it you know they say a dog sees god in his master and a cat looks in the mirror i hate cats me too

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Hello, it's been a while. I hope you've had easy days. somewhere in between winter and spring I lost the threads of time but I did not forgot I had said I would tell you about angst in my pants, in fact I thought of it often. on what words are too much and what words to leave, in the end it turned into this scattered note from different days expecting it makes sense, only a little hopefully, as words always carry blank spaces with itself.

 First have to admit my takes on songs is attached to the instant moments of what makes me to think of or feel rather than what may the true meaning be which ends up my understanding of songs be far away of what artist may want to say mostly.  listening to angst in my pants had me thinking of mental condition of mine, now like you I am unfamiliar with English, for such long time only enjoyed the song away from the meaning till once i was sitting around untying tangled threads mode swings, burdened from this is how always was and will be, how it changed me into what no longer can be recognized excluded from mental disorder. 

Still it been days where I wished it goes away, to not be present in every part of me, depressives days where I wished with help of this outfit or attitude and fighting spirit no one notice how bad it is and pitty me or react cause is a phase, it goes away. that how this mental disorder works. and there are times in day when there is no pressure of work or people, i think of I wish I could just stay home with someone nice. just nice cause I dont need they feel my pain, I hope for no one feel this pain or understand it, I cant understand it even I live with it, so nice would be fine. even I'm not sure how it would work out.

I hope it doesn't show It'll go away It's just a passin' phase It'll go away

But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice

You can't be that, you doing good, I'm sure it's just in your head! You cant have this, my brother has it! I know how it is. but you are smart, you cant be dealing with that? (I say no more) 

You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things

Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head

I thought I will get used to it, that I can learn it like a code know when this or that happens with this thing which button to push, as if there is a solid pattern which If I can learn, I could fix it. but it wasn't, mostly. after years of rounding in sad-happy loop still i forgot it never truly goes away. it is always there, alone or not, with massage on my devices or nice person on home is still there. in me, everywhere.

"It'll go away" Give it a hundred years It won't go away

I've got angst in my pants

was it so far away, wasnt it?

tell me of the song that recently got you if you like to. I hadnt much listened to music lately except some tracks of The Smiths (The boy with the throne in his side)

First of all: 💕 so much love to you, my friend.

The first time I read what you wrote it hit me so hard. I was only a few paragraphs in at that point and already deeply felt what you meant. By the time I finished reading I had to stare at a wall for half an hour. So I laid in bed and did just that. All of what you wrote about is definitely very much there in the song and it's such a valid interpretation. (Leave it to Ron to write songs that you can interpret both literally and on the surface level, and on a deeply emotional level.) I hope the song gives you strength and a bit of comfort whenever you hear it. I personally really like how the best songs have a power to make someone feel less alone.

It took me quite some time to reply because I wanted to make sure what I wrote was adequate and also it just took some time for me to process (but in a really good way). Thank you, truly, sharing all of this and enriching my view of the song. It's a relatable thing too to have to search for the words in how to express what something means to you and what words to add and what to leave out. Sometimes using less words and leaving gaps where things are implied says more than spelling it all out, but spelling it all out is impossible too. But you worded what you wanted to express really well :)

As to a song that recently got me, I was hit hard by Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat. You can love and appreciate a song for years but it can take the right situation for it to hit like a brick. It's a song in which someone is doing truly miraculous things, but all they get is "polite applause". "Entertaining, that's the word I get from you. Entertaining, and then you bid a fond adieu. Well, adieu." It's Sparks, so again many valid interpretations: you can take it as literal as being about a love interest who's mind you can't change, or more generally about how you just can't make people like you no matter how much you want it and how hard you work for it, or about the rawness of the feeling of not being properly seen, valued and appreciated. There is nothing worse than polite applause, there's nothing worse than receiving lukewarm. "Raise the Titanic and then - I see you turning away". What an utterly tragic song. I love it so much.

There's two different versions of this song that were released on albums, but I recently watched a live performance that especially hit me. I'll share it in a separate post because I tried to add it here and tumblr ate my post and deleted what I had written... Not risking that again. The point is, Russell delivers the lines with so much anger and spite. I love when he really leans into the emotion of a song, when it all becomes about hitting the right feeling. And the audience is fully in on it. It doesn't matter that the audience can't hit the notes, singing along as hard as they can when appropriate. There won't be ever a polite applause from Sparks fans.

I'll wrap this up in my next post, if tumblr agrees to upload it this time.

[toonbly]

hiiii im making a self indulgent ass post w/ all the fun little details i packed into tip the ferrymen pages up til today (excluding all the stuff thats foreshadowing for later spoilers) im gonna put it all under the cut though!!!

so hi. funny little bg details in ferrymen that i think is fun:

pg2 - Russel's grave! his last name, Marek, is named after an NPC in a really old dnd campaign my buddy jay ran for us back in high school

pg8 - there's a lot here so im just showing all of it LMAO. ambrosia bar back alley in the bg, one of eddie's murals is on the wall, eileen's missing poster is on the left, and as a lil spoiler: one of the ghosts in the background is gonna be a major character in arc 2!

pg20 - one of joey's drawings is of a younger nathan and the other is a blue cowboy, if you know what thats a nod to you know lol

pg20 - Eddie's gifts for the fortunes include a cat angel statue, white lillies (often used in funerals), and a blue candle. most of this is just supposed to be a nod towards who's leaving these gifts

pg33 - this is kinda hard to see due to the coloring (which i plan on going back and fixing at a later date) but the title of this book is "the wonderful world of elevators" which is a taz reference

pg37 - this is more a production fun fact but i made the eyes on the shadow creature in esther's portrait by just heavily editing a photo of my eye lol

pg37 - as eddie sneaks away from the vargas's, he glitches out which is meant to show that he's using his shapeshifting powers. foreshadowing!

pg45 - foreground detail so everyone noticed it but eddies just kinda chilling here when the vargas's enter andy's library

pg46 and pg81 - bim bim the bear's tears match esther's death injuries, he also copies joeys expressions throughout the first arc!

pg52 - the author of this book is mai's dad, arthur!

pg54 - eddie's "tell" when she's shapeshifted as someone else is that the scar over her eye stays no matter what. this isn't the only instance of this, but emily's disguise makes it the most obvious!

while we're at it-- eddie can mimic the blank eyes of ghosts because he knows they have blank eyes from watching paranathan, but he doesn't know what their death injuries like so they can't mimic them.

pg60 - the environments in sarah's station are made of cardboard cut outs, mimicing the kinda toy-like feeling of a giant train model

pg68- anime sparkles

pg71 - my favorite example of bimbim mimicking joey's expressions

pg74 - this is obvious i just really wanna point out nathan blushing when he sees how fucking tall eddie is

pg76 - when stumbling across the recreation of the murder scene, joey and eddie stare at the replica of the murder weapon in horror while nathan looks ahead at the portrait on the wall. nathan has seen this scene before back when it actually happened, it wouldn't be shocking to him but the museum of grief lizzie's made for herself would. eddie and joey, who have never seen the scene before, focus on the replica weapon.

pg83 - joey and esther bein BUDS

theres a few for page 84 so here we go:

one of eddie's murals is on a wall next to an ad for spectech, the mural is mocking eli

glenn and henry from a certain dnd podcast

more missing posters but theyre mega small so lol

pg86 - this is not a small detail i just really, really wanna point out nathan's cut off expression when eddie says this and how joey reacts to it being able to see what the audience cant. makes me insane

pg93 - ghost boxers. this isn't obvious but its 10x funnier if you know that its paranathan merch

pg100 - the newspaper changes to read "He's dead you're still here" when nathan starts to dissasociate

pg104 - this was a self indulgent lil thing for me but my players characters in our interstitial campaign are hidden back here!

pg114 - one of the background ghosts from pg8 is right here highlighted in red

pg117 has two things!

one of the background characters is holding a paranathan phone case

steve and alex of mc fame. this reference wasnt intentional at first but a friend pointed it out while i was coloring and i thought it was funny as hell and just ran with it

pg118 due to A Shenanagin in the tip the ferrymen discord server, corporate art style babe ruth is now a thing in this comic

pg127 - eddie seeing eli in the same room as them and just immediately deciding to leave

theres a bunch more but those are all foreshadowing for BIG spoilers later and this is mostly lil easter eggs/goofs/etc HFJSDHFKDS

[dmcheatsheet]

City of Song (street musicians)

a pallid elf, weak legs, who plays in this ally. she always plays the same half songs, because its all she remembers, but this doesn't entertain the maenads and half a song is no good for a challenge. Her buisness partner, is the deaf potter, who identifies with her panic when she forgets, because of his own struggles with confusion and surprise. He dosnt mind the repetition, not hearing it anyway. he is quick to say how he didnt 'adopt' her, shes his buisness partner and equal, and dosnt like the idea of 'whiteknights' 'adopting' a pallid elf and then leading them off on a dangerous adventure for a cure! or thr truth! a quest about their own glory and their fears of seeing weakness. A pallid elf in a city will live, work, play, love, and die in the city, which is the same life as every other city person. He mentions the noble who would come a tell her the same joke every day, because shed forget, hed toss her s gold piece after hearing her goofy laugh. went on for two weeks, i got suspitious cus she tends to remember people after a few meetings, turns out she was acting, for the money.

she can stagger for 30 seconds but it is exhausting. She broke her legs so many times when running away from the unfurmier and gruff and armed men she lived with in the moors. The emernians would often wake her up with their shouting or she would see them fighting and tearing into eachother while smiling. shed run from them and in a region full of fetted bogs and obscurred cliffs... One day they discovered her missing after hours, took more time again to find her, and by the time she was healed, they realised they just weren't the people she needed right then. So they brought her here. she has a great mind for learning, knows 4 languanges (elven, common-emerian, Celestial, sign) and has learned the instument perfectly, but just cant get the song right, cus she focuses on it. she could speak common to u, while signing for Friend, while she tells an aniqdote from the moors, but she wont remember if u prompt that story, or ask her a specific word, 'say something in 'elven' shell just blank. She dose mention that Caiber, an Emerian from her clan in the moors has visited before. she dosnt remember her time with them, or joining the clan, but she remembers most of his solo visists to her. He was the one ment to be with her that morning and who found her that evening. 'i thought after that whole month, she was getting better, she was doing really well i mean... there is no getting better.'

Caiber meets ye on his way to see his 'sister' and is so excited to hear PCs liked her. if a pallid elf, asks about other pallid elfs, then PCs themself, then what do YOU think of my sister?? So rare 4 u to find someone who shares sooo many experiance as u two do... (if girl 'theres so many ah... family planing magics nowadays...) Ever think of settling down? "And y the fuck would u not want to marry my sister."

From Ard Carmen, just arrived, has heard of the maenads, and will explain them. Loves magic and music, tired of the street-violence and spellslinger-crossfire from the sextuple-diection colour-coded wizard-gang-war in Ard Carmen. he played for stay on a merchant ship, with a little mending spell whenever they needed, and i did sell all my worldy possions, other than what im wearing right now... and the stuff that was eaten by my closet. O ya, the final push i needed to leave was when some stay spells blew a hole in my bedroom wall in the middle of the night, my closet came then to life and (when it was done chewing up my socks) it tried to eat Mowgali. I can overlook the destruction of my home and underwear, but i draw the line at putting my monkey in danger, had to leave that place.

hordes attention? maenads? eat them instead of can which he has learned about?

Rock'n Raccon. takes his ops out of the game. he speaks to animals to attck peoples instruments, poison lightly their food before a dual. he has loads of actual bard levels.

[scummy-writes]

[CHAPTER 23]

Bites my fist. Theres a letter with this chapter.

-> starts off with flashback type story about bloodstained rose day.

Jesus.

Gilbert gets there and is mad. Talks to himself about how he could have done this much more 'neatly' for 'him'. Stomps on a soilder, hes pissed . The soilders with him are pale and sick. Women, children, and elderly are mixed in with bodies of soilders in the village.

What a fuckin story to have after present day gil just helped two kids.

They ref a boy in this that lost a sister, im assuming its luke. I didnt realize that it was due to 'brutal amusement' from soilders, i just thought. Hm. I thought that due to fires and maybe some old type of explosive, that they were a random uncaring casualty and not an intentional one by specific soilders.

-> roderic was with him that day

-> gilbert tells soilders to take the two that killed lukes sister and never to let them see the sun again.

-> gilbert orders for luke to be taken back since hes still breathing. Decides he wants to see the emperor. Apparently the emperor wanted to use Hope as a supply place during the war.

-> gilbert sees bodies near him, faces of terror. He ends up closing their eyes, mad about the messy bloodshed. This was the final straw for him, says the surpreme leader is going to lead to their downfall, and he cant accept that as he has his own plans.

-> tells roderic that "if i havent appeared at the rendezvous point by nightfall, then thats the time... and the rest is up to you."

-> back to present day.

-> pouts because she was zoned out and he got super close to her, and when she comes back ahe startles and pulls back. Says theyre on a date so its normal to be that close.

-> tells her that he thought he told her that she needs to try harder if shes going to lie to him (about what she zoned out about)

-> tucks cane under her chin, makes her look, she asks if hed kill anyone and he just smiles.

Henrgg

-> obsidianites are just as cherry as folks in Rhodolite

-> weirdly the "only lovers do that" in regards to closeness is the +4/+4??

-> kissed her because she zoned out. She focuses on how she didnt realize he's so into kissing.

-> wonders about how shes never seen a woman near gilbert, aside from the women soilders.

-> she uh. Does not understand there hasnt been another woman because he loves her so much, huh.

-> buys several baked sweets with dried fruit in them. Curious on if thats how a lot of sweets are, dried froots.

-> feeds her sweets, said they smelled good, but wont eat any himself because he's full. Mc realizes this is another sign that hes close to dying very soon.

Says its reckless for her to want him to keep living even though she doesnt know what evil he has planned.

-> date goal was to find a gem that suits her, so he can shape it for her and have it be something she can keep with her forever. He wanted to leave something fun behind in this final days.

[Punches wall punches wall punches wall]

-> luuuuke do we finally get the luke is an awful fucking spy reveal.

-> gilbert explains it was a coincidence that he managed to rescue a kid who was actually a hidden prince. She doubts it, feels bad after she realizes how he is with kids now, and knows it had to be a coincidence........

-> they point blank talk about their plans to use guns to start a civil war badically, in front of her. Gilberts being blunt by showing her what his plan is, so she can uhhh hate him and let him die. Yup. After taking her on a date and spoiling her a bit.

Realistically. He probably wanted one last semi-normal date before he dived into this stuff so she would accept hom dying.

-> gave guns without bullets to several countries

-> tells her final judgement is seeing if she can repair the two countries by her ideals.

-> tells her she could save Rhodolite if she kills him here and now.

Thats where the chapter ends, what a fucking cunt.

The letter states the obsidian town they went to is actually a city that is bigger than the small town she is from

Im going to beat him to death after reading this letter.

DRAMATIC END - GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

Like the other notes (here), I am continuing my thoughts/notes on Gilbert's route. This post will focus on the dramatic end + premiums. His povs will be a separate post.

I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with personal thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling. I already know some major spoilers with gilberts route, so if you have not finished his route yet, be wary.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[sunarc]

Favorite position

Warning: NSFW Visuals, squirting, breeding, overstimulation, degrading, praise kink, creampie

Missionary

You just look so pretty in this position. The way your nails drag down his back as his cock stretches you out so perfectly has him falling apart. You feel so perfect squeezing his cock. All he can think about is how good your cunt feels creaming around him. “Feels so fucking good baby” The way he kisses you in the position is perfect. His thrusts are slow and passionate, leaving you breathless. You can barely return his kisses because the way his cock dips inside of you stretching out your gummy walls leaves your mind blank. He could stay like this forever with you. The moment is pure bliss. The room is filled with the loud squelching sounds of your cunt, his whimpers from pushing his cock balls deep into you and your loud moans begging him not to stop. This is the perfect position for him because he gets to see how good his cock really makes you feel. He has so much cum to give you. He won’t stop until he sees your eyes rolling back and hears you slurring his name. He can go for hours and if that means overstimulating the both of you then he will. There’s so much cum filling you up but he won’t stop until he knows you’ve had enough. “ I have to fuck this cum back into you Angel, cant let one drop go to waste”

Megumi , Choso, Inumaki, Sugawara, Kageyama, Oikawa, Akaashi, Kita, Ushijima

From behind

God he loves this position. You look so perfect taking his cock from behind. The way your ass jiggles with each thrust has him going feral. His thrusts are absolutely relentless. Your cunt just feels so good squeezing him so tight. Those pretty moans falling past your lips aren't enough for him, he needs to hear you screaming his name begging for more. His cock is buried so deep into your cunt all you can think about is how much you love having him fill you up. “So fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” His words are either all praises tell you how good you are for taking his cock like this or he is degrading you telling you how much you look like a fucking slut bent over taking him, there is no in between. Don’t expect him to go soft on you in this position. His cock is ramming into your sopping cunt relentlessly. The way you sound moaning broken cries begging for more is like music to his ears. He loves hearing you beg in this position. Even with your face shoved into a pillow he can hear your broken cries begging for him to fill your hole to the brim.  “That’s it, beg for my fucking cum. Beg me to fill this messy hole”

Semi, Hinata,Tendou,Atsumu, Itadori, Bokuto

Riding

He is a fucking menace when it comes to this position. He likes to make you think you have some control. Since you think you know better than him, how about your fuck your self on his cock. He likes the way you look struggling to slide down on his cock. The way you scrunch your face as you bounce up and down trying to take him looks so pretty. The moment he hears you begging for help he is ecstatic. “ What was that doll? I’m gonna need you to speak up.” What a fucking tease. When he finally decides to help you he is ramming his cock into you from underneath leaving you a fucked out mess. His hands grip your ass so tight whenever he bottoms out. Your cunt is just so perfectly made for his cock. You can barely hold yourself up with how he’s fucking into you. He knows you need him to fuck your dripping cunt and he knows that you know it. He just likes to see the look on your face when you realize no one will ever be able to make your pretty pussy cream the way he does. He loves how much you need him. He gets a thrill off of hearing your broken sobs asking him to help you cum. “ So fucking needy for my cock. Don’t worry doll, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Suna, Kenma, Osamu, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Gojo, Toji

Mating press

He loves how you look falling apart because of his cock. His mouth is fucking filthy when he has you i this position. Your legs are pushed up to your chest while his cock abuses your soaking cunt. He has so much control in this position and it has is losing his shit. He is relentlessly pumping you full. He loves your desperate pleads for his cock. The way he stretches out your cunt with each thrust leaves you shaking. You can cum and scream as much as you want. He's not done with this cunt. This position is honestly his way of showing you who you belong to. He’s the only one who can fuck you until your sobbing out slurred thank you’s. He loves how you squirt so easily in this position. “Making such a fucking mess. Is that all you know how to do?” He loves to tease you for making a mess all over the sheets. Your juices spray so wild but none of that stops him from ramming his cock into you while you scream his name. He wants to hear you scream it louder. He wants to see you cum harder. He’s nowhere near done, it doesn’t matter that you're on your third orgasm. “You’re gonna cum on my cock screaming my name as much as I want and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it”

Daichi, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Nanami, Sukuna, Tsukishima

[burnedwriter]

what type of lover they are pt2.

A/n:i hope everyone is having a wonderfull day this is the part 2 of the previous fic,i changed it a bit bc somebody rported it yet again to be community label,and how do i know that?well said person send me an anonymous ask telling me that they did it,it might be the same person that has been harassing me by sending me hate asks but idk if they are the same,so i changed dottore with xiao,you can find the dottore version here

warnings:overstim,bondage,edging,bj,soft s*x,instructions,c*m swallowing, fingering,!afab reader

A/n:im not responsible for what people read,ageless blogs and under 18 do not interact.

💧Ayato

💧Ayato will spoil you,whatever you ask for it will be at you disposal.from expensive clothes to home decor,he can get anything you ask for.

💧he takes you to expensive restaurants for dates and buy you gifts,when he has free time to make up for neglecting you.

💧He told Ayaka to keep an eye on you when he was away for bussiness,and you ended up becoming best friends,Ayato is extremely happy to see you both having a great relationship with eachother.

💧showing you off to people with expensive clothing he has bought you,that hug your curves perfectly,he cant help but always place a hand around your waist to show to people who you are married to.

nsfw

💧He is a fan of bondage,he will tie you hands behind your back just to see you beg for him to touch you.

💧His teasing continues to the bedroom activities too,he loves edging you,he wants to hear you whimper and whine as you get denied of your orgasm over and over again.Its music to his ears

💧finally giving you the sweet realise you were chasing after hours of edging you,what you didnt know was that this was not going to be the only orgasm that you would have for the night.

‘‘Ayato~please i cant do this anymore~’‘you beg desperetly feeling your body tired as you feel your what would be your 4th orgasm for the night

‘‘Oh come on darling,i know you have another one for me’‘he cooed ,his finger moving mercilesly in and out of you.

‘‘Ayato~,im close again~’‘you cried out,as your bosy started to tremble,feeling yourself close again.

Your body shaking as Ayato continued to finger fuck you,your walls squeezing his fingers,your mind going hazy as you reach your yet another climax.

😠🍃Xiao

😠🍃the both of you met when you started working at the wangshu inn,the house keeprers warned you that there is an adeptus living with them,but what they didnt warn you about was how moody he would be.You didnt gave up though and everyday you would bring him his favourite food trying to befriend him

😠🍃At first he told you to stay away from him because of he karmic debt energy that is harmful to mortals but after awhile he grew fond of your company almost craving it.

😠🍃The moment that took your friendship into a relationship was during the latern rite festival,it was the moment were the two of you shared your first kiss at the balcony,while the xiao laterns flew in the background

😠🍃He not always there for you and hes always away most of the times fighting but he told you to call out his name and he will be there for you even if its in the heat of battle,he will protect you until the end.

nsfw

😠🍃He has a low drive so he wasnt really interested in sex,you were the first one to discuss it with him.

😠🍃He is really bad at aftercare but if you want him to stay and lay down or cuddle with you,he will not questions asked.

😠🍃At first you would instruct him on what you liked and made you feel good since he had already told you that he has never done something like this and was afraid of hurting you.

‘‘Does this feel good?’‘he questioned rolling his hips onto yours looking at you waiting for an answer.

‘‘yes~keep going xiao’‘you reasured him your breathing becoming uneven and your cheeks flashed red,your mind going slowly blank from the pleasure.

He nodded in response his eyes never leaving your face as he picked up the pace of his hips into a faster one,he enjoyed seeing every little facial reaction that showed on your face by his actions

‘‘Ah~you are doing great xiao keep going~’‘you praised him as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm

‘‘xiao~i-i’m close~’‘you moaned,feeling your walls squeezing his cock and sclosely after reaching your release

xiao could feel a small smile that started to form at the corner of his mouth,feeling proud of himself that he was able to satisfy you.

🔥Diluc

🔥The best out of everyone,hes loving and caring towards you at all times.Though grumpy at times,he cant help but melt at your presence.

🔥he invites you to the tavern to keep him company and help him with the customers,He loves seeing you happy interacting with everyone and how they are coming just to chat with you.

🔥late night horse backriding where the both of you get to clear your head after long hours at work,you two get to open up and chat about your problems without getting interupted.Thats when he confessed to you.

nsfw

🔥He puts your pleasure over his,he doesnt care if he hasnt finished as long as you are satisfied,he is satisfied.

🔥He is always taking things slow and gentle,taking his time with you.Touching your body softly like its made out of glass that is about to break at the simplest touch.The only time hes is being rough with you is when he has had a bad day at the tavern but still he will ask you at the end if you are ok and bring you anything you need.

🔥So you decided to repay him back after taking such good care of you in the bedroom.Kneeling before him,your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it.

‘‘You dont have to do this,i will be fi...’‘He said

‘‘shhh....let me take care of you diluc’‘you cut him off and reasured him

Pulling out his cock,you wrapped your lips around the head before you started taking him slowly deeper in your mouth,as he hit the back of your throat,earning a few goans from the man above you.

‘‘fuck~ your mouth is so warm’‘you heard diluc grunting,holding his hips still so he doesnt make you gag.

Looking in eachothers eyes you saw the lust that formed in dilucs eyes.Starting to bop your head up and down into a steady pace.

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘diluc let out low breathy moans at your actions.

Picking up your your speed into a faster one,one of your hands,moved to massage his balls,making him throw his head back from the pleasure

‘‘fuck~i’m close love’‘Diluc choked,feeling him pulse inside you mouth before realising,you removed his cock from your mouth,swallowing his orgasm.

[notzawzark]

GHOST (mw2) X MALE READER (platonic)

NOT ROMANCE, uh, reader kinda already had a backstory, so kinda bordering on oc, but things like his hight/skincolor/appearance in general is kept blank.

its kinda dogshit looking back on it, so dont expect it to be like.. good, in any sense of the word, its riddled with plot holes and like. writting inconsistency. and also the writting as a whole is just.. mid

TW/CW's: torture, implications towards past abuse, maybe other stuff, but you get the gist, if you your not for any of this, dont read, keep yourself safe

“so..” I break the silence that had once held the room hostage. “you're ghost.” I didn't expect him to actually get captured, let alone get captured alive. Looking through all the intel we have on him, by all means we shouldn’t have been able to get him alive.

I doubt doing this will prove fruitfull.

Were both sat In an “interrogation” room. Only recently was it promoted as such. It used to be more of a “torture and kill” room. Its empty for the most part, only a metal table, two old wood chairs sitting across from each other, and a few pieces of paper with a pencil on my side of the table.

A door behind me, no windows, walls made of some bleak concrete. There are two guards outside the room blocking the door. Not for me. For him. Hes tied up, the boss was never one to take chances. Neither would I with the record and reputation this man has racked up.

“you probably know why you’re here..” I look around “ in this… room.”  He doesn’t budge. The mask makes this infinitely harder. “you should probably get comfortable.. I don’t see you leaving anytime soon.” I sigh. I don’t see him leaving ever. Hell probably get killed before he ever gets that luxury. 

“ill be completely honest with you. My.. boss, along with all my associates think that what im doing is pointless. They all want to tear into that skin of yours.” I put my feet onto the table. Taking a deep breath in trying to figure out how to word my next sentence. 

“I don’t think any of that will work.” Its blunt, but its true. “I think” I pick up the pencil on the table and start tapping it absentmindedly. “that no amount of pain, or threatening of your life, or humiliation will make you to tell them what they want to hear.” I look him dead in the eyes, trying to gage how he reacts. “I think that shit just brews spite.”

 Nothing. Honestly its kind of uncomfortable. Staring into his unblinking eyes. They always kinda look glazed over, and red, like he doesn’t sleep much. “I hope you can help me prove them wrong. Because once im done here today theyre going to start torturing you.” I look away. The eye contact is to uncomfortable. “so, whats your real name, ghost?” he doesn’t respond. “what is it.. jack? Is it.. jason?” (I wrote this at 2 am, and thought that jason was ghosts brothers kid, im pretty sure that isnt right, but ignore it, his name is jason now) theres something in his eyes when I say the name jason, but I don’t think its his name. maybe someone he knows. Or knew. “ill be honest im trying to think of british sounding names, and I cant find any.” I crack a joke. Obviously, he doesnt respond.

I sigh. This is going to take awhile. I suggest a few more names. Jason was the only thing that he reacted at. A small reaction however. It could have just been my mind playing tricks. “what about your family?” hopefully this gives me more. “what was your mom like?” nothing. “your dad?” an eye dart. There. That. That is what I needed. I hum, its low, its clearly satisfied. He picks up on it. “your dad, was he a good man,”

Shit. Nothing. Hes either correcting himself now because He knows what im doing. That im trying to get a stir out of him. Or I was mistaken about his reaction. I continue. “was he a bad man?” nothing. Im going to kill myself. “my dad was a bad man.” He shows a hint of confusion. I assume he wasn’t expecting me to talk about myself. “I mean he wasn’t a horrible man from what Ive heard. But he left me and my mom.” I get up from my spot on my chair, and hop up, sitting on the edge of the table to his right. I can see his face better now.

“and a good person doesn’t leave their family, now do they?”

He shifts his focus over to my new spot. He wants to talk. I don’t know what he wants to say, but I can feel his eagerness in the air. “from what I hear you have a dead brother.” Surprise, then anger, then sadness. He looks away. Off to his left. That makes things harder. “how old are you?” he looks to the table as he asks me a question. He seems genuinely curious. “well your definitely British, Jesus.” I remark on his accent. He looks up at me, unamused with my observation.

“im 20.” He doesn’t buy it at all. “19” he seems even less convinced. “17” his eyes narrow. “fine, 16..” I mumble looking at the ground. I don’t see his reaction, but it doesn’t matter. “what is someone your age doing workin’ for a group like this?” I side eye him. “and what is someone of your status doing getting caught by a group like this?” he grunts and goes back to looking to his left.

I sigh, I probably shouldn’t have retorted with that. I might just have sent myself back to square one. “what do you do with your free time, mr. ghost?” he doesn’t respond yet again. I definitely sent myself back to square one. I get off of the table, back into my seat across from him, “have you ever had any pets?” I look up at him, to see his reaction.

It’s a very telling reaction. Hes uncomfortable. “yes? No?” nothing. I look back down, grabbing a piece of paper, and the pencil, I start drawing him. He doesn’t know that though, or at least I assume he doesn’t. I might be a bit more obvious then I want to be. “whats your favorite animal?” I look up again. Hes uncomfortable, less then before, but that’s probably just him regulating it. “mine are snakes.”

He closes his eyes. Ive definitely found something. Theres a moment of silence. “I like the big yellow ones.” He opens his eyes. “I also like the folklore and stories behind snakes.” Hes disengaged. Fuck.

I back down. “who is your favorite artist.” Safer. “music, painting, writing it doesn’t matter.” I focus on my drawing. Im not looking to get a reaction. ”don’t have one.”  He answers. “why not?” a genuine question. “don’t have time to have one.” 

“well I mean, you cant be working all the time, you get a few weeks off after each mission right?”

“no.”

I hum a response. High pitched. Acknowledging what he said. I begin to get more focused on my drawing, talking less and less. Eventually were both sitting in silence, the only noise in the room being my pencil scratching against the paper.

“you like art?” he nods to the drawings in front of me.

“it passes the time.”

He doesn’t say anything after that. An hour passes by. Im done. Well. As done as ill ever be. I stand up, pushing my chair back. Eyes fixated on my art. Analyzing it to no end. I pick it up, and place it infront of ghost, while I stand close beside him.

“your eyes are expressive.” It sounds creepier then I meant it to. He looks down at it. He really looks at it. Not just a glance over. taking a few minutes. for a bit I think hes fallen asleep until he speaks. “impressive.” 

That’s all he has to say? He looks at a drawing for three minutes in silence, and all he has to say is one word? ‘impressive????’ that’s it????? This guy is gonna make me shoot myself. “thank you.” I try my best to make it sound earnest. A very difficult task. 

I sit back down at my chair. Hes still looking at the art. “theyre probably gonna come soon.” He looks confused at first, but then it clicks. Hes gonna meet those associates i mentioned earlier. “but if you give me as much as a hint of what they want to hear, I can probably stop him.” Ghost doesn’t respond. Quiet as always. I sigh and lean back in my chair. He looks down to the drawing again. “you ever been drawn before?” I ask

“negative.”

What freak talks like that? Negative??? I get hes in the military but Jesus fucking christ. “you can keep it if you get out of here alive.” I laugh at my own joke under my breath. 

“hold onto it. I don’t want it getting bloody.” He looks up from the drawing. Completely deadpan. I cant tell wether hes joking or not. 

The door behind me opens, I get up off my chair. “heyyy.” I greet the man at the door from my spot. Hes big. Big big. Probably 6’7-6’8. Sturdy build. Hes always been scary, but I guess that’s a part of the magic. He rolls in a cart im unpleasantly familiar with. It has an assortment of metal tools. For all sorts of different things.

“(reader).”he acknowledges me. his voice always finding a way to unsettle me. He walks past me, dragging his cart of goodies with him. He stops. Grabbing onto ghosts chair, the wood making a shrill sound as he trudges it to the back wall. He takes his cart with him. Ghosts breathing has gone rapid. Mine probably would too. Scratch that. Mine definitely would too.

I grab my drawing off the table. I don’t want to be in here. I start to leave. “(reader), leaving so soon?” the big man turns around, some horrible device already in his hands. Im quiet. I have to watch what I say around him. “yeah.” I search for the right words. “you know I don’t like loud sounds.” Its true, I don’t. theres a tenseness in the room. Like a twig bending before it finally snaps. 

He turns his normal sick expression into a hallow smile. “how forgetful of me.” He turns back to ghost. Whose eyes are darting around the room. Probably looking for a way out. He closes them shut tightly, and I find that my queue to leave. I quickly walk through the door, past the guards, and out into the hallway. 

That night wasn’t a very restful one. the concrete walls might as well have been made of paper.

boom, you made it to the end, wow thats rad, heres an emoji : 🤯

ALSO if i do continue this, ghost and reader are prob gonna have like a father/son or older/younger brother bond. but yeah. uh i hoped you liked the fanfic.