#at that point you only keeping the animal alive for your own fucking mind

[maranull]

gonna be a century

don't look at the tags if animal mortality is a thing you don't want to read about.

this week has been a year

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍 — 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — dom!baraka. sub!reader. ftm!reader. monsterfucking. general teratophillia. size kink. belly bulge. breeding. wall sex. public sex. dacryphillia(?).

an: i wonder if there’s any other baraka whores out there, since there’s literally nothing for him on here ;-;. anyways, he was perfect for this entry (besides syzoth) so please enjoy! especially since i finished this before midnight. 🫶🏼

“The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more exposure.”

Baraka’s own words, and they couldn’t be any more true. Tarkat is an entity of it’s own, slowly killing it’s victims and cruelly keeping the unlucky alive. Sadly enough, he would be one of them.

Despite Mileena’s rule, Tarkatens still had a long road ahead of them. There was still no cure to the illness, meaning Baraka and the rest of his colony had to hang on a little longer until hope finally reaches them. At least, he wasn’t alone.

Warnings, obvious or not, didn’t stop you from seeing him. You knew too well what would happen if you were to catch the dreaded disease, even the potential fate it had in store for you. But the heart wants what it wants, and it will always get it.

Admittedly, Baraka felt the same even if he didn’t want to admit it. There was something so heartwarming that a little human would still adore him despite the monstrous appearance he had. How you’d kiss his large teeth and nose or nibble on his pointed ears. The way you had to go on your toes to reach him for a hug made his decaying heart melt.

Although, you couldn’t help but allow your mind to wander. The mind creating fantasies that everyone would deem you crazy for. Baraka was a gentle one, but his size would state otherwise.

You should know, finding yourself pressed against the stone wall of an isolated area in the colony. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you gripped his biceps which were larger then your head. Baraka covered your mouth, preventing anyone else hearing your mewls and sobs that tore through your throat as you slowly took his cock. Your body shook violently, as he filled you inch by inch.

“B-Baraka!—‘s too big! too much!”

You whined, feeling his dick hit your cervix already in your abused cunt. Baraka growled, not used to the foreign feeling of his lover’s cunt squeezing around his shaft. It felt too fucking good to be real. He lifted you up by the hips, only to slam you back down onto him. He was essentially fucking his cock in you like a ragdoll, watching your head bobbing around and your eyes rolled back till they were white. Incoherent babbles went straight to the Tarkatan’s dick, as he let out low growls and praises.

“Yes, yes..just like—that..!”

It was all he could muster, increasing his pace. You grew louder and louder, staring down at the sight below you. A large bulge in your womb, disappearing as he filled it with his length before coming back and molding it’s shape into you. You clenched, almost cumming at the sight of it.

“Baraka, ‘m close..can’t wait ‘nymore..”

Your words slurred to the point of gibberish, as Baraka abruptly stopped. Before you could protest, he laid you down on the warm sand and lifted your hips up. Like before, he pulled you onto his cock and wildly fucked you like an animal in heat. His movement became sloppy, indicating he was close.

“Please, let me claim you for myself, y/n.”

His raspy and inhumane voice became gentle, even if it wasn’t obvious. Despite the way he fucks, Baraka couldn’t ever hurt you during sex. He sees it as a way of lovers, the most vulnerable and intimate moments together. Especially for him.

You nodded eagerly, wanting to be with the Tarkaten till the day the damned illness took him or both of you at once. It’s not the happiest ending, but it’s one better then being Shang Tsung’s lab rats.

With a couple more sloppy thrusts, Baraka painted your walls white while you coated his cock with your cum. A drawn out whine filled your ears, as your body shook violently until your back slumped onto the sandy ground. While catching your breath, Baraka pulled himself out and watched the mess he made in your pussy. The buldge slowly sunk in as globs of cum spilled out of you, seemingly never ending.

You chuckled, supporting yourself on your elbows to give him a kiss on his toothy mouth, a move that caught him off gaurd but quickly returned by licking your cheek, making you giggle.

Tarkat or not, Baraka is Baraka. Nothing would’ve ever torn you away from him, even if it killed you.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[periwinkleserulean]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐཋㅤPRETTY - POP ！⟢ PART II

━━ part i. ( PREVIOUS )

BAKUGOU KATSUKI'S POINT OF VIEW

ㅤㅤIt was 11:30 PM, why was he going out so late ? He isn't the type to leave his dorm at this hour nor does he ever go out just to see some weirdo in his dms

ㅤBakugou was heading toward the park you mentioned, he remembered that place quite well. It's where he would go to sometimes if he needed to cool off. The park barely had any people usually, so it was quite a solemn area. Bakugou's mind started to wander to you, this is weird. Going to a park to see some girl he met online, but he trusted his gut and decided to keep going.

ㅤEven if you were a fake, he can take you on. He's BAKUGOU KATSUKI for fucks sake, he's GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD: DYNAMIGHT. He can take on anybody. He was nearing the park already, he saw a faint silhouette, although he had a feeling it was you, he didn't speak.

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

ㅤYou heard the sound of footsteps from behind and looked over your shoulder, your eyes brightened up from seeing Bakugou. “You really came ！It's so nice to finally meet you ！”ㅤ“Don't fucking yell this late, dumbass what the fuck are you doing. ” he quickly covered your mouth with his palm making you shut up.

ㅤYou raised your hand up and gave him a thumbs up before he removed his hand from your lips, “I'm surprised you actually came along, I was waiting for you to stood me up. ” you giggled slightly at the thought, “Didn’t have anything better to do, anyway. ” he responded. You grabbed his wrist and started walking toward the city, even in these hours there are streets that are quite alive at this time.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI'S POINT OF VIEW

ㅤ“Come on！Let’s go to the ramen shop I mentioned！” Bakugou frowned at you pulling his wrist, but he didn't bother pulling away. Pretty sure you didn't know any social cues anyway.

ㅤIt was a quick walk, less than fifteen minutes probably. You were still holding his wrist as if he was a lost kid, but he just glared or rolled his eyes at anyone that would stare. You were pretty, and he was a terrifying UA student that was similar to an animal. Makes sense why people would stare.

ㅤThe both of you got into the store, it was peaceful, people had their own mini-rooms to have some alone time or just be with their friends without disturbing anyone. “Oh hi, ( name ) ！” the owner greeted you and you waved back. He stared at Bakugou before realizing he was one of the students in UA. “Is this your new friend, ( name ) ? Isn't he one of the students from UA ? ” he smiled at both you and bakugo, you nodded “Yep I made a new friend and yes ！That's him Mr. Moku ！” “It's nice to meet you, please, feel free to get a room for you two and order whatever you like, take your time ！” The owner smiled at the both of you, before you smiled again and headed with Bakugou to a vacant room.

ㅤ“I assume you're a regular here then if that old hag knows you. ” Bakugou spoke as he sat down when the both of you got inside. “Not really, I only go here sometimes but Mr. Moku has quite the sharp memory so！” you replied with a smile.

𓂃 ࣪˖ 𝓕rom me ！⟢ and then they kissed ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

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[fandomzwriterk]

Can you write about the female reader teasing Smoke while cuddling? 😁

A/N: I’m collecting all the Mortal Kombat fans like Pokemon cards now and I couldn’t be more prouder

Warnigns: GN!Reader gets kidnapped + blood warning + The Lin Kuei brothers fight each other + fluffy content at the end

Smoke x GN!Reader

“This is the dumbest idea we’ve ever had.” Bi Han growled

Shang Tsung, Quan Chi, and Bi Han walked around the underground grave, looking around as the other Lin Kuei foot soldiers started building a camp to stay in. They weren’t leaving this place anytime soon.

“Well they’re our bargaining chip so they’ll come soon.”

“My brothers are not idiots.”

“Yet I know one of them is going to slip up.”

Shang Tsung and Quan Chi left, Bi Han staring at the cage Quan Chi built to keep you contained. You had two guards always watching, your leg tied by a chain so you wouldn’t even think of escape, frozen extra solid by Bi Han’s ice. He scowled at you, noticing your dirty and poor living condition. You still had open wounds all over you, pathetically covered in pieces of cloth, staining them to the point you could see the blood underneath.

“You are a pathetic excuse of a Lin Kuei soldier. I know they’ll come for you, Tomas always does.”

Some time earlier…

“I can’t climb that. What do you expect me to do? Have Kuai pull me up with ropes? Have Tomas carry me?”

You remember the scowl on Bi Han’s face, much like the one he gave you now. He hated you, you always knew that. You just never expected he’d hurt his brothers the worst way possible.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Tomas shouted as he lunged at Quan Chi

Kuai Liang and Bi Han were fighting Shang Tsung, both trying to incapacitate him so they could bring him back to Liu Kang.

“Then why don’t I do this?” Quan Chi replied darkly

Quan Chi’s dark magic opened up under the ground, four ropes of it grabbing your arms and legs, holding you down to the ground. You struggled, but Quan Chi had strong mental power and hold of dark magic.

“This is pitiful.”

One flick of his hand and Kuai Liang and Bi Han got sent into the wall while Tomas was grabbed by one more of the dark magic ropes. He tried stabbing it, smoking away, nothing worked. Quan Chi tied down Bi Han and Kuai Liang on their knees in front of Shang Tsung, being held back by animated corpses.

“Work with me, and I can make the Lin Kuei great and feared again.”

You saw Bi Han’s eyes scan around at each of you in the room, resting them on you as you were helplessly tied down by the magic.

“Bi Han I swear on the Elder Gods if you do this-“

“And what if I did?”

“You wouldn’t hurt us, we’re your brothers, and Y/n is practically like our family too.”

“She’s family Bi Han! Don’t destroy what Father worked so hard-“

“Father was an old man who lost his mind, and I’m glad I left him to die. Now, I’m going to make sure both of you are without the distraction once more.”

Bi Han was let go, standing up as he walked over to you and crouched in front of you.

“You have no place in our family, even if you care about Tomas. You are nothing, and you always will be.”

He kicked your face, feeling the actual strength he’d been holding back from you in practice. It was painful, painful as hell. He kicked you once more, blood falling from your mouth and your eyes almost shut, but you could see his eyes staring at you with years of hatred. He was going to make everyone suffer his wrath, even his own family.

“You mother fucker!”

Quan Chi’s grip on Tomas loosened as he sent a smoke bomb out. Through the thick fog you could see Tomas move to help Kuai Liang up, starting to make his way to you.

“Get her out of here and into the tomb. She’s more valuable alive.”

Tomas and Kuai were fighting Bi Han as Shang Tsung and Quan Chi dragged your body down the cold stone hallway, as you could only watch as the room became smaller and smaller the more you got dragged away.

“You are a shame on the name of the Lin Kuei! Both of you! I am your Grandmaster and you listen to me!”

“I’m not listening to your shit anymore Bi Han! I’m going to end your reign of terror right now. Give her back now!”

“Tomas were outnumbered.”

Animated corpses crawled from under the ground, slowly going to surround both Tomas and Kuai, moving them to the edge of the stone balcony. Tomas could only fight in fear as he watched you get dragged away.

Now…

“Oh I’m going to get out of here Bi Han and when I do, I’m going to make sure you suffer for what you did to your brothers.”

“Ha! Not by the grace of the Elder Gods you won’t. You have no chance of even making it out of this room alive. You’d be dead before you could even think of fighting back.”

You wanted to curse him out, call him a bastard, but you knew words weren’t going to do anything now. You could see his smug expression while he crossed his arms, staring down at you like a dog in the streets.

“It’s been five days, I doubt they’ll be coming for you.”

Five days… this had been hell on Earth for you. Little did you know, somebody was making his way inside. Eventually, Bi Han followed Shang Tsung and left you alone with two foot soldiers. Even if you tried to escape now, the chain on your ankle would stop you. Your body felt weak, feeling faint at the loss of blood that seeped into the dirt you sat on. So, you closed your eyes, praying someone would save you as you fell to the ground.

“Hey! Y/n! Tomas over here!” You heard

Your hearing was starting to sound like you were going underwater, the pain slowly drifting away and you felt lighter, feeling calm as your eyes remained closed.

“No no no no! Y/n! Wake up!”

Through the darkness and light feeling, you could feel someone holding you, putting your body against their chest as they stood and picked you up, walking fast as more voices began to speak.

“Liu Kang!”

“Time to go! Right now!”

You felt the person holding you tightly, their grip never letting go as you felt warmth start to touch your skin. You still felt faint, but the warmth was brining back the sounds you could hear. After some time, you opened your eyes, staring at a white ceiling as you felt your body stiffen up while you tried to sit up. Your vision was blurry, slowly becoming clear as you blinked. You looked down, Tomas’ head laid on top of your hand, feeling the fact he was holding it too. He seemed tired. Had he been looking for you? As if he could hear your thoughts, he looked up, eyes red and puffy from crying. He jumped into you, hugging you like his life depended on it.

“You’re okay. Thank the Elder Gods.”

His grip tightened, holding on to you like it would be his last. Tomas pulled back a little, staring into your eyes as he brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. For the first time since you’ve met him, you could finally see his smile. You could see him, the real Tomas, who wasn’t hiding anything from you. You put a hand on his cheek, seeing all the worry and hurt in his eyes. He loved you, more than you could ever know.

“I’m okay Tomas. I’m okay.”

“Good. Cause your dumbass had me worried!”

“Eh?! What does that mean?”

“You are such a dumbass for getting caught.”

“And you’re an even bigger dumbass for letting me get caught.”

You booped his nose, something you often did as kids whenever you teased each other. It was an old habit that even now, as a young man, Tomas still loved.

“But seriously… did Shang Tsung do anything to you?”

“No… I didn’t really see him. It was mostly Bi Han that was around.”

Tomas frowned, moving to sit next to you as he helped you lean against the wall on your medical bed. His silver hair was a mess, having been fluffed up by smothering you. Your hand reached up, trailing along the side of his face, admiring the small scars on his face while you fixed his hair.

“There. Now you look cute.”

“Hm I think I’m always cute… according to you at least.”

“Oh you are so getting when I’m better.”

You leaned against him, head leaning against his shoulder. Your hand drifted, grabbing his hand in yours.

“I promise to never do anything like that again.”

He turned his head, staring at you with his silver-blue eyes, a smile on his face.

“And I promise that while I’m around, nothing is going to happen to you my love.”

A/N: I feel like I did TERRIBLE on this but I’m glad I could do your request☺️ I like writing for everyone!

[theloganator101]

The Great BNHA Review: Characters or Check Lists?

Oh Characters...

The bread and butter to all stories.

The thing that gets a story from Point A to Point B, the thing that allows us to connect with the story and helps it feel alive. You can pretty much make any character for your story, from the gentle and kindhearted to the more rough around the edges... to making them likable or unlikable. There are many ways to write a character and how they can make your story come to life.

And by bringing this up you know where this is headed... that BNHA utterly failed at expanding their characters into being people we're supposed to care about.

I could make a long fucking list of how BNHA failed every single one of it's characters it introduced but to keep that from happening, I'm just going to either list certain characters or just group them together since some of them share one common thing that's holding them back from being good.

Starting off with!

Shota Aizawa:

He was supposed to a hardass with a hidden heart of gold for his students, but what he ENDED up as was a walking hypocrite who hated Izuku for no other than he was associated with All Might and couldn't control his quirk... and then CONTINUED to give Izuku a hard time and labeled him as the "problem child" like... I don't even have the energy to get mad here, I'm saving THAT for another time in this review.

Oh and then there's him holding up this ridiculously high standard for his students to reach or else he fails them... which is exactly what happened when he failed Sero in the finals but allowed Bakugou to pass for doing the same.

Which again his hypocrisy gets in the way of that!

And not once does he ever get called out or punished for his blantant abuse in power and instead gets complimented and praised for his methods as if he's the next Einstein.

Fucking end me.

The Todoroki Family:

Oh how Hori totally fucked you guys over in the end... Natsu I'd give a pass since he ended on a more believable note, but sadly I can't say the same for Rei and Fuyumi.

As they were never allowed to think bad of the guy that made their lives hell and were instead to jump on the forgiveness train and take Endeavor's side so they can be a "Happy family" again. Which... no, that's literally stockholm syndrome.

Class 1-A:

... (Sighs)

Oh my babies... oh my favorites... look how that monster Hori ruined you all...

He tried to have this found family dynamic for them all, only for it all to fall apart since... you know, they barely interacted at all and got any screentime.

And it also didn't help that Hori had all of them as bystanders to Izuku's suffering, make fun of his interests, and follow Bakugou when he led them to beat him into coming back. So it really doesn't work when you have these things on your mind and fails to convince you that they give a shit about Izuku and his wellbeing.

And the worst part is that they ALL look like they have stories waiting to be told, but we don't get any of that. At most they're only used to fight against the minions while the Cash Cow Triplets fight the big hero.

Every Female Character in this Series:

Oh boy what even is there to talk about? Since they barely have any personality of their own and are only made to be fanservice for the pervs that likes watching anime girls in bikinis. They definitely deserves much better and to be in a story that'll treat them with respect and dignity.

ESPECIALLY to those like Hagakure and Miruko.

All Might:

Oh All Might, how the story did you dirty.

If there's anyone in this story that I feel sorry for the most (That isn't Izuku) It's All Might.

All because of how he started off at the beginning, people clung to the idea that he's a quirkest asshole who Izuku needs to steer clear from... even though he's literally the one to save Izuku from literally living in misery.

All Might deserves to be an actual mentor and father figure for Izuku, not fucking Aizawa who openly expressed his hatred for the boy.

The League of Villains:

I already made a post on how the narrative did them dirty and I don't feel like repeating myself, so I'm just gonna leave a link here while adding this.

What was even the point of building them up to be forgiven by their foils if they were just gonna die in the end? It was all just a big time waster.

And of course, we can't talk about characters and how the author failed them without talking about...

Izuku Midoriya:

Oh Izuku... the most tragic and wasted main character I've ever seen in an anime series.

He started off so strong only to get worse as the series went on. He should've been the shining definition of what a hero SHOULD be! He should've been the one to realize how fucked their world was and strive to change it for the better and to prevent others like him from suffering like he did.

But... we didn't get any of that.

We don't get acknowledgment of his past, we don't get him rising from his pain and become something more. Instead we get a watered down version of him at the beginning who has NO reaction or introspection to anything whatsoever, not to the world they live in, to the way things are handled, and even to him losing OFA.

For some odd fucking reason, Izuku is never allowed to grow out "I'm worthless" mindset or realization that everyone in his life has failed him in one way or another. He just praises it all like the fanboy he is and just stays where he is.

And then there's the fact that he just flat out refuses to ever acknowledge his past in any meaningful way, as whenever he DOES bring it up, he talks about his past self as if he's a different person from him. To which I can kinda see how this could be symbolic of something... But it just doesn't work as it only makes him look horrible for forgetting his roots and just wanting to fit in with the other people with quirks. To which it somewhat feels like "Fuck the quirkless they're useless so why even focus on them?"

He's a hollow version of the idea of his character, just blankly reacting to things in front of him and praising Bakugou for being the best thing to come around. He honestly deserves better and deserves to be with a writer that won't bully him and give him the depth and development he needs.

Now who else am I missing...?

...

Oh yeah!

Katsuki Bakugou is still trash.

Look forward to the next part.

(Roundabout starts playing)

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 21

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Mike sat at the dinner table eating the food he picked up after his last drop off. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Leff come in the front door. His boots hit the steps and Mike considered getting up but knew it would just make things worse.

"What time did you get back?" Leff asked tossing his bag on the table, almost knocking his beer onto the floor.

"8:30." Mike kept his head down as Leff plopped down in the chair at the end of the table, twisting the beer top and tossing it on the floor like an animal.

"How long you gonna walk around here looking like some lovesick pussy? It's fucking annoying." Leff snorted chugging his beer. Mike ignores him not wanting to engage but it only served to piss Leff off more.

"Jesus fuck, there's plenty of tail in New York Mikey. Just find someone else. Hell I can set you up with one of the chicks from the club that won't try to rob your stupid ass." Leff laughed trying to pull some sort of reaction out of Mike but he just shook his head.

"Have you always been this way?" Mike asked causing Leff to pause as he brought his beer to his lips.

"I mean the way mom talked about you, the way she talked about how you took care of her when you guys were little...I remember how you were when I was a kid too. You never talked about women the way you do now." Mike looked over at him and Leff looked almost embarassed but snarled his lip.

"The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows Mike. You think you can have some stupid fucking love story in this life? Pushing product, trying not to get shot, making sure the people you love don't get taken advantage of or junkied out." Leff pressed.

"So was it Mom that made you like this?" He reached out and slapped Mike in the side of the head, surprising him.

"Wake the fuck up Mikey! You want to be soft and chase after Y/n, you're either going to get yourself killed or you're gonna harden yourself to survive the bullshit." Leff pointed at him.

"I am who I am because I've had to survive." He lowered his tone and Mike went back to closing himself off. They ate in silence for a few moments.

"Look, Mikey...it's my job to protect you. I promised your mom that I would watch out for you so you didn't end up like her okay?" Leff explained. This was the most they talked about his mom since he got here. He knew it was a hard topic for Leff but it wasn't easy for Mike to acknowledge either.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me, giving me a place to stay, a job...but you know I gotta be my own man. You would lose your mind if the roles were revered Leff. Some grown man trying to dictate your life-"

"You think that's what I'm doing? Dictating your life? I'm trying to keep your ass alive." Leff raised his voice.

"Having my back is one thing but telling me who I can't date? Treating me like some stupid kid in front of the people I make drop offs to..." Mike explained and Leff shook his head.

"So what? You fuck around with Y/n and now suddenly you're a man? You can take care of yourself and you don't need anybody else?" Leff chuckled darkly like it was such a pathetic concept.

"I want to be with her. I'm going to be with her and show her that I'm someone she can count on." Mike explained.

"Yea good luck with that." Leff slide his chair out from the table and let the chair hit the oven, snatching his beer and his bag of food to take up to his room. Mike let out a sigh and knew it was useless. They were too different at this point in their lives and the response to losing his mom had hit them both differently.

Mike wanted to find someone to live each day with and be happy. Leff was content on being miserable.

[wolvebonez]

please do dump about your watcher au as much as you want!! I'd love to hear about it!!

YAYYYY THANKS FOR ASKING its autism time Basically um. You know how most the watcher!grian hcs/interpretations have him as an unwilling participant in all this ? Uh, yeah ! Not this grian:3 Well. Kinda. But. Im a TMA Fan and I love FUCKED UP guys so !!!! Watchers feed off emotions. All emotions, but they're especially known for finding fear or grief or other negative emotions the most nutritionally filling/benefital to their health. However: They can't just sit there around someone whos very happy, sad, angry, ect, and then get fed from that. They have to- uh, for lack of better word- latch onto a players "soul," and tear chunks of that from them, dig into their mind and bite into whatever makes them feel and then tear that away. Sometimes, a feeding will cause the victim to be unable to feel anything at all after the feeding, if a Watcher gorges themself solely on them. Most often, when they use restraint while feeding, the victim will loose all feelings they'd had about the previous days, weeks, or even months, and might feel like everythings "dulled down" for some time while they recover. (Younger Watchers usually have to have physical contact with the victim to feed, older or more powerful Watchers can feed without even being on the same plane of existence as their victim, only needing to be able to See them.) Now, that's all kind of similar to a lot of headcanons about Watchers already, and I pulled the "eating emotions" thing from Martyns Eyes & Ears AU (altho in that its JUST fear), but uh... Heres where it differs: The Watchers aren't sentient. Not really, anyway. They're...predators, beings that know they need to feed and will go to great lengths to do so, survival their greatest worry above all else. Think of them like... Smart animals. Corvids, for example, crows especially- they will investigate their own dead to figure out what killed the other bird so they can avoid it, and are extremely good puzzle solvers. Prairie dogs have an incredibly advanced verbal communication system- able to even denote the speed of which a predator is approaching their den (probably the closest we could get to an ""language"" in the animal kingdom). But neither of those animals, as smart as they may be, are considered sentient. Its the same with Watchers. Watchers CAN communicate, they can understand eachother, they can achieve a certain amount of planning, like how squirrels can count what nuts they have & deduce how many they need, or how whales and other marine life are especially prone to being able to plan & use logical reasoning... They can understand the concept of death and... the concept of keeping their food alive for delayed gratification and a continued food source, instead of just going out and feeding on someone until theyre a husk of themselves, unable to provide more food. How, exactly, they got all the players into the life series/how they made the games IS something im working on, but the point im getting at here is that theyre basically like ants farming aphids, except the aphids are sentient people..? yay..? Ah, and Watcher cant reproduce normally. They have incredibly long lifespans, but when a Watcher does come to its end, they... Well, theyll find an player to bite into the soul of, and instead of feeding, they basically do the reverse- shoving all their energy into that being and becoming a parasite that will eventually take over the host and make them a Watcher, similarly without much sentience. Thats what happens to Grian. :3 The exact process of turning is also in the works but basically it starts by becoming unable to eat regular food, slowly focusing all the players willpower into wanting to eat, before they develop the ability to feed from other players. At this stage they might still be able to feel themself, however after feeding from another you tend to loose your own emotions amongst the ones youre feeding off of, and at some point, any remaining emotions the "player" has, is consumed by them for extra nutrition, and in turn they officially become a Watcher.

UMMMM YEAH!!!! Thats all the worldbuilding I have :3333 Theres uh- a story in my mind, but its not as fleshed out? I also MIGHT make it a fic (heavy on the might) so idk how much i'd wanna spoil. But uh, yeah, Grian'll be a bit of a special case in that his turning takes... a lot longer than normal. ^_^ I put him in the torture world sorry

[ryuichirou]

More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

[shannonsketches]

I'm just ranting about DBS' anime under the cut again don't mind me I'm having a Time

I was so confused about why Goku Black/Zamas is such a popular skin in Fortnite and then I learned that Toei once again missed the whole point of that arc. Both of them. One is Vegeta being inescapably confronted with how loved he is and how much he loves his family, which we knew Toei was never going to allow, but my god, Zamas??

The point of Zamas is that he's a wildly privileged chronically online 4chan fascist deciding an entire way of life which he does not participate in, has a surface-level understanding of, and is not personally affected by, is morally disgusting. Like, that's it that's his whole character. He's a young god with every possible comfort deciding that anything that is not like him is immoral and should not exist.

It has nothing to do with Trunks or anyone, it's solely because he's a shitty little Light Yagami kinnie in his extremely sheltered bubble of (perceived, not lived) experience. Dude is intolerable in the manga, and that's the point. His justice is not justice. His reasoning is outright fascism.

But they also missed the point of Trunks being Alone in the future (save for Mai) and Bulma not being there at all (her murder and subsequent absence in the future timeline is a vital component of the arc's emotional weight for Vegeta and Trunks, in fact, which of course they made about Goku instead :))) y'all really work so hard to pretend goku has any kind of social heirarchy and that scenario wouldn't play exactly the same way with anyone goku loved, but it's too late! we have the freeza saga on your own show to show you he would)

There's no militia, there's no resistance, there's no Help. Trunks is isolated and out of options, his Time Machine only has enough fuel for one trip and he has to take it without Mai. He didn't leave anyone behind, he thinks she's dead. He got out because he thought it was the only thing he could do. He didn't try to bring Goku and Vegeta back, he didn't think there would be a back. He was just keeping his promise to Live, for his mom.

Trunks has no one else in his Timeline. Just him and Mai against Zamas, who has murdered Bulma while she went out to do routine maintenance on their power supply. And Zamas isn't even actively trying to kill Trunks until that point. He's purposefully keeping him alive as a way to make himself stronger. He doesn't hop a ring and go to the AU. He's chillin at his cabin. He's enjoying the cat and mouse game, and is stoked when Goku and Vegeta show up for the same reason. Zamas is abusive and corrosive and DEEPLY self-obsessed (as most fascists are), he panics whenever he starts losing (as most supremacists do), and blames everyone but himself for his situation (as many extreme narcissists do).

And of course this arc wouldn't be complete without Toei's classic 'take everything that was about Vegeta and give it to Literally Anyone Else, just throw him under the bus and completely rewrite how his only time referring to himself as the prince of all saiyans was to goad and distract GB while Trunks healed Goku because Vegeta told him to heal Goku instead of himself for their best chance at winning,, Trunks has to ask Vegeta to go with him to fight Zamas?? Vegeta was like "I'm gonna beat this man to death" the second he found out he killed Bulma lmao be so fr rn!! so this can be about how Goku is morally righteous and a very normal person' but it's fine it's whatever why would I be mad that Vegeta and Trunks aren't doing the intense emotional bonding that losing Bulma would force them to do when we can have (checks notes) Yajirobe be a part of things, for some reason

like i don't--

And Toei just. Nah. We're gonna focus on his power ups and his being mean to Goku, Specifically, is what makes him a bad bad man. "His power is unstable he has complex emotions-"

No he doesn't.

No he absolutely does the fuck not.

He wants every mortal to die and he's having a breakdown that three mortals are standing in his shitty little way. That's it. Very simple emotions. He's behaving like a spoiled brat because he is one.

bruh they even changed it to Vegeta taking an unconscious Goku back to the Present, I'm aksjdkaj

That was fully Vegeta, who snapped at Goku for leaving Trunks behind. (And again, Bulma just??? Being mad at Everyone?? And going to the future?? When in the manga she's running support on the home front?? and then talking up Goku and Vegeta getting mad, despite Vegeta also being like 'i want this mf dead in my hands but Kakarot's our best shot' in the manga?? Adding to his whole motivation in Super of wanting to be strong enough to Not Have to Rely on Goku to protect his family, since his whole thing is consistently not being enough to beat the bbeg? And wtf Little Trunks being super jealous over tiny Mai even though that ALSO is not a thing? He's just "Tiny Boy Laments because his de-aged 42yo Crush has a crush on a 30yo Version of Him after showing No interest in child him because he is, in fact, A Child")

And then had it be Bulma, Trunks, and Mai's fault the seal didn't work when Goku did the ma-fu-ba and accidentally brought one of Roshi's Girlbar coupons instead of the seal?? God Toei's team is really allergic to anything being Goku's fault. Don't think I didn't see you skip over the part where Buu failed his written exam and Goku only barely passed with a 50% and then got mad at Vegeta for suggesting a written exam.

god everything I learn about the anime is the worst thing I've ever learned about the anime aksldjsal

First deciding that ALL of the Z-Fighters, including Gohan and Piccolo, would get their asses collectively beat by Ginyu, who has been a frog for a decade (a frog which was used for the sole purpose of him not being able to switch out of that body, mind), because apparently being a frog is way harder than idk fighting cell and majin buu and beerus, and despite the strongest guy in Freeza's army being Roughly as strong as Cell was, but okay -- just so they could rewrite Gohan's baller action scene of kicking ass and saving Piccolo into Picowo Dead Pls Daddy Save Me I'm Not Stwong Enough Despite Toei Deciding Piccolo Died in Front of Me and My Whole Thing is Rage-Induced Beating Everyone's Ass Syndrome U_U,

but also that Goku Black is doing this because ... Trunks? Upset the timelines? And that, of all the thousands of years of fuckery and 5+ rings from others doing the same shit and having watched a tournament in which one guy's whole thing is altering time, is what we're gonna use to try and drag out this fight and validate Zamas?

And then giving Kale lipstick and making her transformation about a Man? And not about Caulifa getting beat to shit by Freeza to have Kale go 'I thought you'd hate me if you found out I was strong' and Caulifa go 'yo that was fucking rad are you kidding me shine on you crazy diamond'??? Toei that shit was already Highly Lesbeans you didn't need to make it fucking weird and centered around Cabbe and Goku??? FUCKS sake, my man.

I remain so glad Toriyama took Daima away from those writers holy shit lmao Just rehauled the entire thing

and you know what even if I hate it I know it'll be better than whatever the fuck Super's writer's room was on in 2018.

[lilllithdraagon]

PART 11: Horror elements

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD. READ AT OWN RISK.

Trigger warning: Gross horror

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THE BLIGHT IS GROSS.

It pulses. Wriggles. Oozes. It drips from the buildings and from the skin and pores of its victims. There are literal piles of bodies. They hang from roofs. The Veil Jumper that is dying as he speaks to you is rotting as he warns you and is enveloped by tentacles that have no business being so animated. The First Warden of Weisshaupt has blight leaking from his ears.

There are sections that feel like Awakening all over again. Like you’re walking through a living creature. The Blight is alive. And we have never been so aware of that as we were in this game.

It grows so fast. It consumes Weisshaupt like it’s nothing. Spreads faster than anyone can contain it. You are an ant and the gods are barely aware you are there. You are walking on the corpses of giants and their souls are lashing out at you in madness and pain.

And most terrifying of all... It’s only a drop. The rest is still held at bay. It waits to be unleashed.

The destruction that is wrought upon Ghilan’nain and Elgar’nan’s release is unquantifiable. It’s horrific. You’re entire view of the world is turned upside down. And then it just keeps spinning out of control.

Solas and Mythal created the Blight by committing an atrocity. His regrets are a mind fuck. The Betrayal of Felassan’s lines ring in our ears constantly. “His back turned.” “For the Wolf!” “For Freedom.” The first time we saw that boss’ health bar we both felt sick.

That was Ghilan’nain and Elgar’nan’s point. They were perverting his regrets into weapons to use against him. That’s terrifying.

Then there’s Solas. ‘Safely’ locked in the Fade prison. Not a single encounter there felt comforting. I felt tense. Caught in a Nightmare. And this is coming from a Solasmancer. He scared me with his quiet anger. And he was supposed to.

The red titan you find with Lace is watching you as you make your way into the Deep Roads. There are pictures online if you didn’t know. It’s creepy. It’s unsettling. It’s a nope.

It’s the end of the world. And it feels like it. With all the desperation, despair and fear that comes with it.

[thevoidstaredback]

Tonight's movie is gonna be Venom.

Mostly because I found something out about Eddie that I can guarantee I could've lived without, but what's done is done.

....I'm never gonna be able to watch any movie with Venom in it the same....

Apparently, Eddie is aroused by Venom.

I could've lived without that knowledge (I've never read the comics)

You all probably could've lived without that knowledge

Anyway, I'll be back to share my thoughts on the movie once I get it up and playing after dinner.

Space. The final frontier. These are the-

Wrong movie.

Spaceship crashed in East Malaysia.

At least it wasn't New York

Let's go inside it!

Venom's so dramatic! I love him.

He's like s husky.

The movie score only adds to this point.

Eddie's a mood.

"Meeting? Oh, shot, yeah. My meeting."

Eddie and Peter would get on like a house on fucking Fire.

Eddie would hate Tony, no matter the fact that he no longer makes weapons.

Oooooo! He snoopin'!

Kitty!🖤🖤

He snoopin'!

Eddie's gone off script. He's revealed info he's not supposed to be privy to.

Oops

There goes his job.

There goes his girl

Poor Annie.

Poor Eddie.

Subtle, Venom. Very subtle.

Eddie's sloched.

Homeless lady is absolutely awesome. What a deal she ran.

The store clerk is also a queen. She doesn't deserve the gun to the face.

Eddie's a good guy.

Poor Eddie. Can't even hear his own scream of frustration at his shitty neighbor.

Also, Drake is giving Supervillain vibes.

"No need to be frightened," my ass.

Starting human trials the minute a single animal trial is successful.

And now he's twisting the Christian Bible to suit his needs. Just like Christans

Poor Issac was not prepared to be possessed by a symbiote.

Ope, now he's dead.

Doris! She's cool.

Eddie won't even give her the time of day.

It's kinda funny. If we ignore the context of why she's approached Eddie.

I love Eddie.

Doris is having none of his shit.

It's funny.

Maria!🙀🙀😿

Hi Venom.

Eddie is suddenly a lot stronger than he remembers and is very confused.

He's also very thirsty and very hungry.

I wonder how much fun Tom Hardy had with this role.

Venom: "Eddie."

Eddie: "Wtf?!!"

Basically their first meeting: Venom: Oogily Boogily Bitch!!

I mistook the other symbiote as Venom. Forgive me. Either way, I maintain that Venom is a dramatic bitch.

Poor Eddie did not sign up for this.

Dan is chill.

Poor Venom does not like the MRI.

Poor Eddie.

I love Venom. He's a little murder puppy.

Don't do it, Doris! Don't trust him!

Damn it.

I told ya not to.

I know Eddie's from NYC, living in LA, but he's such a Midwesterner

Is being restrained to a wall, I foot in the air: "You have a brain tumor, Eddie."

I love him so much.

I also love his bike.

Look at Venom keeping Eddie alive!

Venom!!! Look who's come out to play!

Venom has no lips. Hos smile is literally all teeth

Also, him threatening Eddie to cooperate or die as if they don't become best friends (friends with benefits in the comics.....kinda) is based.

I'm literally Eddie, dude!! 🤣🤣

"Jump." doesn't jump. "Pussy."

Also, Eddie and Venom working in tandem after only knowing each other for two hours at most is amazing. I wish I had a friend like that.

DC reference!!

Venom is an anti hero.

I'm sending a pattern with some of my favorite characters. Deadpool, Red Hood, Venom.... they're all anti heros.

I love Venom and Eddie. They're besties already.

Drake just got a symbiote.

Venom doesn't like Dan. He likes Anne, though.

"What happened to 'we'?" "We're done."

Eddie, you sound like you just broke up with him.

Venom, do nOT-! And he's possessed the dog.

Smh.

Comic Book Eddie is a monster fucker!!🤣🤣

Drake, stfu.

Your symbiote said "I" before you corrected him to "We". You are expendable to him, Drake.

Anne as Venom!!

Venom made Anne and Eddie kiss!

.........I can see how similar comic and movie Eddie are.........whether on purpose or on accident.

"What made you change your mind?"

"You did, Eddie."

They are in love, your honor!

Or they could just be besties to the end. Either way, they have a great relationship and I love them.

Eddie!🙀

Venom, hurry and save him!!

Yay!!!!

I think he's angy...

You can't just save the world and peace out like that, Venom!! That's not how that works.

I can't wait for Along Came A Spider to come out.

Venom's playing wingman for Eddie. He's failing, but he's trying and it's based.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

Eddie setting ground rules?

Venom following them?

Eddie allowing Venom to eat bad people?

Amazing.

"Bad guy?"

"Yep."

Venom threatening Bad Guy™ by calling him a turd and then eating him is so funny.

"We are Venom."

I love it.

[bleachedjuice]

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt4.

Heyyyyyy, I hope everyone is having an amazing day. Also, there will be changing perspectives here and mentions of horse riding. Keep in mind that I don't have a lot of info on the military and how they do things, but I know for a fact that they have mount units so we're gonna get that and also a look into your past as y/n in this story. :) Enjoy

🤠 cowboy y/n yall yee fucking haw (I also work as a ranch in the summer at my uncles ranch I do have 3 horses that I own so I have background info on things)

Warnings:foul language, fire, mentions of death of animals, and trauma as a child. As well as slight nsfw. 👹👍

Pitted bitterly as you walked.. no stormed, out of the training area you face reddened and hot. You didn't like how every time he touched you today, you got nervous..butterflies..and everytime his gaze cut through you.. you felt..alive. You felt as though his mere touch had burned you, and it was to the point that it was uncomfortably itchy. Like the skin itself was burning. Grouching a breath you released from your lungs, almost like a snarl. You had felt flames on your skin. Merely grazing your flesh. And it hit too close to comfort. Breathing in heavily, you then shuffled your steps to stilled position. Before glancing around and mapping the area around you. And then your gaze flicked to the signs on the walls that assisted privates to their areas. Stables?

Your bare feet snapped against the dry cold ground, stamping shrubbery and sticking down against the rocks gravel that cut your bare padding on your feet. Your hands feebly held multiple reigns to multiple horses as they plundered forward blindly, being guided by you in the dark as your father shouted words at you. Guiding you and the animals blindly away from the flames that licked your heels and seared your flesh and hides like a tease.

And once you had clambered up the hill side with these powerful mounts behind you...to safety, you turned, and all you saw was Fire. Buring your barn to the ground... and you smelt it..the coursing of the wood to ash, the hay bales billowing smoke out into the world around it... in slow motion, like a movie played in slow motion, it went.. and so did your reality until your ears winced at a shrill whinny that reared of pain and agony...fear...

Oh no...

You turned to your father only to have him shove more ropes holding steeds in your hands before he had plundered down the hill like something feirce..and into the flames... your uncle shouting at him and holding back your six giant drafts from plundering into the dark...

And all you could do was scream your fathers name as he disappeared behind the smoke and flame... and waited and waited... until the flames had died thickly.. and left you and your uncle in tears. You had lost your mother to sickness. And now here you were. Standing at his funeral as the summer day blew peacefully. He had gone back for his wife's horse. Your mother's horse. The last thing you had of her. A pretty white Dutch harness horse, bold and bright was the mare..like your mother...and now here you were at your fathers funeral in his futile attempt to save you mother.. it was said by your uncle that the two were found together in the mares stall, him holding her in a futile posture.. holding her in a hug like stand around the neck, and her with her body on the ground with her head in his arms..

The smell of horse and hay welcomed you like a bitter breath as the air around you blew into a smoky white, dancing amongst the air like a ghost would. The cold chasing the fire, he had ignited into you away for the time beinv.And then you locked eyes with Laswell herself..

And she approached your stunned figure like a deer in headlights, and she spoke..as you stood there like a babe caught doing something it wasn't supposed to. Embarrassed.

"Ah, long face soldier, at ease. I see you've come back to your roots, cowboy?"

A nickname she knocked onto you Like a billowing stallion. Once she had reached your files past and read it, you got the name. And every time she gave it to you,you felt like a child again. And you hated that. But loved..craved it at the same time.

"Yes ma'am."

"Drop the formalities here. We both came back to a place of safety and familiarity. Something that reminds us of home cowboy. Now, since you're here, do you perhaps remember how to ride?"

"I learned how to ride long before I've walked Ma'am."

"Good, come. Let's find us two mounts and saddles and hit the field. I think it'd do us some good."

And so, you went, tracing the stables like a kid in the candy store, your eyes peering and pursing at the horses around you as Laswell tried to find one to her liking as you did as well. Wanting to be reminded of home...

König grumbled as he stared at your retreating figure. Finding himself doe eyed at your outburst but pleased at how he prodded you to snap it open like a book. Seeping himself into what your thoughts were like worm. And for that split moment, he had done it. He had seen into you like a glass window with no curtains. The way your face scrunched up as you bared your teeth down at him, a rapid dog. Fitting for the Hounds of Laswells squadron unit. You hadn't broken his nose, just bloodied it, and knocked the wind out of his mountainous lungs, and had yelled in his face... with those damned y/c eyes. They seemed to just utterly shatter anything he had of a defense of his own being. And he didn't like that. The way they crawled his skin like a snake.

Poised and ready to strike.

He then, instead of making his way to infirmary, went to the bathroom. And yanked off his mask. His face reddened and seemingly bristled like he had been knocked out. And he had almost been. His nose reddened and dried with blood..the bleeding had stopped. Taking a piece of toilet paper into his hand, he roughly switched on the faucet and dabbed the scrunched up toilet paper with the water before limply wiping his face. Once done, he had thrown the bloody "rag" into the toilet and flushed. Before yanking his mask back on and storming outside to the track. Needing to find any relief to the tension, he still felt that frustrated him, gripping a sweater of his with him with a rough toss of his shoulders. And a slip of his arms it was on...and so was the cold that nipped his face as he made his way up to the track, noticing Soap and Ghost where up there just due to their outlines and head shapes... even from a distance he can tell.. A dynamic duo..

You had situated your eyes on a big black stallion. Who gave a small blow of his nose at you. Dutch harness horse. Approaching him slowly, you then shifted your knuckle to his tender nose and let him sniff, letting him tickle your skin with his breath. Humming in satisfaction, you then brought your hand up to the front of his face, the bride of his nose gently before giving it a light pat. His eyes, deep and loosened, a gentle giant. He then snorted before his ears swiveled forward toward you and then to something behind you. Noticing the change of ear movement, you then heard hoof clops..and then Laswells voice, turning you found her with a thoroughbred bay tacked up and ready to ride.

"Meet you out there, cowboy. Also, his name is Angus."

And with that, she had left you to your thoughts and mere presence with this horse. "Angus Huh? Well, you sure fit the size, boy." You then glanced around before spotting a wall of tack. And names that belonged to the fitted tack. Walking over, feeling the horses eyes follow you, you searched for his name before finding his saddle. Western. And then his bridle and toughened leather reigns so that they didn't drag on the cobble smooth ground. Grabbing them, you then approached the stall wall and tossed the saddle over the side, and let it rest there before evidently keeping the bridle in his gaze before slipping the cold heavy bit into his mouth and watched him relax into your request of him allowing you to slip the rest of the bridle up his head and behind his ears and allowed you to Thighten the straps onto his face snugly but comfortably. You then opened the stall door before slipping into the stall with the horse. Grabbing the saddle pad with a quick motion, you had placed it onto the groove of his back before his shoulder blades and not passing your three finger spacing of the saddle away from his strong shoulders and evidently good withers. Then came the saddle into your hands like old lovers, tenderly and gentle to you. Hoisting it onto Angus's back, you then situated it and tightened the girth of it on his stomach before double checking everything and then opening the stall door and grabbing the reigns and leading this battle horse out of his stall. His ears are ready and altert.. and it seemed it was only you and Laswell that were out here. Moments of peace for you two are not common with your tanking of field in professions.

Shutting the stall door behind you two, you then placed the reigns over his head and gently onto the saddle horn before holding him steady and then placing your foot into the stirrup. And then pulled yourself up and onto his back, gently placing your weight into his back to let him get a feel for you. You then situated your other foot into the other stirrup before taking the reigns into your hands and urging the stallion into a canter to the paddocked field that was, upon the sunlight glaring your eyes, gated as soon as you stepped out of the stable and evidently huge and lengthy. Enough room to well enough ride even the most profound race horses of the day to top speed and limits in one go.

König had approached the track to get a workout in, only to see Ghost and Soap Gaucking of the fence at something, following their gaze to down below, he had found them staring at the paddock for the mount unit. Pursing his lips, he strode over before making himself known, though he knew the two had already known he was there with their trained senses.

"What's are you both looking at?"

His accent strong and thick, and cutting through their murmuring, Ghosts gaze glanced at König before he nudged Soap, as he went back to watching the thing that was happening down below in the paddocks. Soaps voice,snapping Königs observation from Ghosts face to Soaps now moving one.

"Just watching Laswell ride. And a certain special team captain. Never knew that they knew to ride."

"Especially like that,nothing about having a background that involved riding was mentioned in profile briefings."

Ghosts voice pulled a look from the mountain of man as he glanced back down, this time his body shifting to face the paddock themselves and leaning against the fence he watched. Yes, there were two riders, but.. oh..

Oh..

Your hands held deeply into the mane of the now galloping but not sprinting horse below you, Laswell yelling something to you as her horse fell behind the massive strides of the mount beneath you,your quads pressing lightly into his sides and this was the speed he was giving you. Thunderous and daring.

Your one hand found itself patting his neck before restoring itself to the reigns that held his head. You had made a bet with Laswell, one lap around the whole paddock. A race. The first one to win owed the other a free smoke after this.

And well... not even at the first turn, and you had high hopes for her to beat you two.But the minute you had rugged an urged from Angus. And he had lunges forward, ears pinned forward and body lunging you had to hold at his thick neck for a moment before finding his mane with the reigns. The wind snapped the air from your lungs, and your face was beautifully, and your hair tossed around in the wind with the stallions mane that blew into your gaze like grass of the world that tore up beneath his hooves.

Konig found himself watching intently..almost too intently. Watching your body move in such sync with such a powerful animal. Amazed him. He has tried horse riding twice. Both he had found himself utterly over powered by the sheer strength the horses here gave. But...then again,...most backgrounds in the profiles had been backed out during briefings. But not his. And not yours.. well, for the file he had been given about you... he had read your background. Country grown and then sprung out into the world like a thrashing steed that you now rode upon. He read that you had climbed the ranks fast with your wits upon you, and the fact that you were a soldier...and a damn good one at that. And now here you were... riding seemingly strides in front of your superior on a horse that towers over you in strength and speed.. and he then watched you lean forward.. and watched as your quads evidently tightened at how you know held yourself into the saddle, your arms moving vastly with the horses head as it surged forward like a damn tank. A whistle sounded in his ear as he glanced down at Soap as he laughed before speaking, " Wouldn't wanna be caught ensared in those legs, they'd bloody snap a neck if needed, look at em just easily holding a beast like that." He felt something stir in him that made him bristle..not rage...not disturbance... jealously... he was feeling..jealous?

You felt the ground beneath you tremble as you both strode away with an ease much like a breath away from Laswelll and the througbred she rode. You now knew why such a strong looking thoroughbred wasn't on the race tracks. After zipping the second turn and making your way hallway through it, you then found yourself giving the horse his head, moving your arms with him swiftly and your body leaning forward and low. Your legs tighten against the saddle and his sides as you urged forward roughly and in response he had lunged forward and unleashed a speed that burned your face with stinging air and numbed it, a speed of such a mass of power that could have torn your arms clean out of their sockets if you dared to try and halter , hearing a loud whoop and something fumbled into the wind from Laswell you smiled to yourself as you both rounded the last corner before crossing the last corner...you had won.

Letting out a loud victory, whoop you then patted the stallions neck whilst trying to pull him into a slowed canter..and you did so with an evident grit of your teeth as you slowed the power house of an horse down to a slowed canter before he reared in decimated defiance or perhaps he too had felt victory. You cringed close to the horse own rearing body before he lowered himself back on all four hooves. Leaning his head down, he huffed before you laughed at him. Patting his upper neck, you then turned to look at Laswell, hair tossed and unkempt from the wind as she trotted up next to you and Angus.

"Well, I guess I owe you a smoke cowboy."

And as if on cue, she slid a cigarette pack out her pocket and tosses it to you. Grabbing it with a hand, you then slid the reigns onto the saddle horn, slipping two out and a lighter tucked into the plastic surrounding it before stuffing the rest into your back pocket you then handed her one before lighting one and then offering her a light, one that she thankfully took.

Inhaling the bitter breath of the first drag, you then looked out to the sky, clear..and the sun setting.... And then you felt that feeling again. Serena.

"I know you miss her, I do too already. And I'm sorry, I know you'll hate me now, maybe forever, for not letting you go, but your team needs you. And so does this operative mission."

"I know Laswell. That's why it hurts. Because I know I can't mourn. Not until I'm in my grave. Maybe then I'll be able to mourn. Perhaps not. Probably not. "

"Ain't that the fucking truth."

In silence, you both worked the horses out with a slow, cool down walk back to the stables as you spoke. Sharing bitter things of the past and a smoke. Simple things like that can change many things.

Huffing you put your smoke out with your dog tag, avoiding serenas as you did..like a hooligan before stuffing it in a place of your pants that'll be probably lost..

Dismounting,you then went your separate ways. She briskly thanked you for your time and cleaned and brushed her horse and tack up..and before she went to leave, she approached your still figure as it seemed to be in sync of a conversation to the horse with praise..

"You know, Angus's main rider and soldier assigned to him was killed a few weeks ago by a sniper, right on His back. I'm sure he'd love for someone to connect with. And I'm sure we'll both be here for a while Cowboy. He's all yours."

Nodding and a quick thanks you hid the excitement that now hid the grief that had pitted itself in your stomach through a crooked smile as you patted the stallion and grabbed his stall birdle and halter before slid the riding one off, the bit slipping right out of his loose and relaxed mouth before he shook his head and snorted and stood perfectly still as you slipped on his other one and clipped the lead onto it before tying him loosely to a post inside the stable and undid his girth and took of his saddle and then his saddle pad, putting them back to where they belonged you then went to work with rubbing his joints out and muscles loose, before scrubbing his coat and brushing it out to where it shined. Satisfied with your work you then took it upon yourself to make sure he had fresh water and feed...well...he was Yours...now..

Yours.. it's been..awhile since something had been..yours.

Leading him into his stall, which he went into with no issue, you then slipped off his halter and lead and hung them up on the hook next to his stall door. And bid him a good night before sliding the stable doors shut and glanced at him one last time before you took yourself back to the main base.. and back to the main hall... until a rough hand gripped your forearm and yanked into the darkness of an unlit room..not out of place for sleepy privates or soldiers otherwise...

Going to let out a yell, you felt a hand clamp down on your mouth mufflung it as the door was kicked shut..hearing the door Scruff against boots..

And shut you in complete dark.

And a sudden release of you,sent you stumblung forward for staggering on your heel to turn around in the dark..only for the sudden turning on of a light blinded you, sending your face to scrunch up at the sudden blinding.

And then a glare exceeded your face as you realized who had gripped you into the darkness. That damned snipers blanckava with bleach stained tears bore down into you with his damned eyes.. feeling that feeling you had felt earlier from him arise, sent your body buzzing with a hushed whisper of a border of an angered front bear itself up to hide the butterflies in your stomach..

"What do you want König?"

Your eyes narrowed at him as he then tilted his head to the side...like a fucking snake.. before he then approached, slowly. Like a hunter to an injured animal. And you sure as hell felt like a cornered beast as he advanced to the point you now were stuck up against the door.

"Well, for starters, I did not know you could ride like that..."

His face crept dangerously close to you before, then he watched you try to Avert your face and gaze away from his mask and peering eyes. Pursing his lips, he let out a grumble and rolled his eyes...

And his large roughened had found itself gripping your chin and lower face and forcing your head with enough force you swore you heard it Crack and your body startle from whip lash..

" Tsk tsk mein Schatz, I heard something from the Sargeant that caught my ears."

Cooing at you as your eyes furrowed until he leaned down close to your ears, his breath tickling them as he held your face still.. and you realized the mirror faced you both..... and you saw that he wanted you to see you reactions....

Gritting your teeth, that you knew he evidently saw or heard from your half exposed mouth... as you spoke..

"What is it that you heard coming from someone's ears whose not even in my regime nor task team König?"

Spitting the words out, you felt the butterflies in you worsen as he was enjoying this..like a game of cat and mouse...

"Well-"

Cutting himself off, he then pulled his face away from your ears to now being in front of you now, his eyes boring down into yours.. now blocking the mirror...his eyes now forcing themselves to be your mirror..

"I heard him see something about not wanting to be caught between those strong thighs of yours. Now it's had me wondering Maus.. on just what he was implying hm?"

And you felt your eyes widen, and you watched them go doe like in his reflection... and you shuddered at his eyes dragged themselves upon your figure.

"You mother fucke-"

"Hm.. I think that language is not needed in this moment, now is it..Cowboy."

The nickname chilled you..how did? No. It's not time for that.. thinking but not thinking you blurted out two simple words...without thinking..

"Fuck you.."

His face seemingly shifted as he smirked before using his free hand to pull off his snipers blanckava. Revealing a sharp jawline with a dark stubble and brown hair so dark that it could be mistaken as black that was short and poofed..like a growing out buzzcut that was freshly shaven two months ago.. his hand that now held your face had its thumb up against your bottom lip. His crocodile like eyes, now hidden by his blown up pupils.

"Wouldn't I love to take you up on that offer Leibe."

Your face then went red. And you knew that he knew it was..saw it was red now due to the look that crossed his face.

"Now If i did that, you'd be in tears."

Your face then narrowed at him as your gaze sharpened at his. You felt yourself practically drag your eyes up and down his figure that bowed over you and leaned against the wall with one hand,the other still holding your face still in his gaze.

"Prove it then," tilting your head to the side only to be pulled roughly back to being straight and still from his grip that now was harsher than before. His gaze now sharpened, breathe ragged...

"Are you sure?" His voice raspy and quiet this time. It's almost like a tender prayer to your words. Afraid of what was to come next. Fragile..like Glass he became in his expression as he awaited your awnser painstakingly..

"Yes."

Confirmation to his prayers like the divine themselves you saw his expression slip into a tender but smug smirk before he studied your face for any hesitancy. Even for an asshole.. a giant among men.. he cared. Rolling your eyes at his waiting, still body, you then used your two free hands to pull him forward and initiate the kiss. His body startled..he startled..before he leaned into hungrily. His hand released your face before both of his rough hands found themselves gripping your sides before trailing down your ribs that fluttered against his touch..until he reached your hips.. and hoisted you up into the air with ease. And your legs found themselves around his sides, resting at his upper hip area comfortably. And with a gasp, he broke the kiss...and before a full breath found its way into your lungs, you then were sucked back into the whirlpool of feral emotions you both felt at the moment.

And then you felt him walking due to the sway motion you felt against his hips moving in rhythm. And then you felt something hard touch your rear before he let you go, his hands finding themselves on either side of your now still figure as he broke the kiss as he studied your face with such a tender look. He had placed you onto the desk that every barrack room came with. But he had..two.. this one you noticed was empty and clear..while the other one had arranged products of hygiene,books and folders for paperwork. He then tilted his head to surround you with just him. And only him..enveloping you in the cedar smell of the woods the grandfather's of the giants that gifted him height such as the one he now had lived. A divine thing he was indeed.

A hand then roughly gripped at your hip before he tugged at your pants.. and you noticed the audible tent growing in his pants.. as if getting the memo of your eyes drifting, he was now quickly fumbling with his belt buckle and boots.. and well you..where a stuttering fumble of a mess.. your boots soon kicked off as your pants were mid way being yanked off by you alone.. until two large hands found themselves speeding up the process..your boxers being the only things hiding the now evidently boners you both had.. until you both sank back into a kiss. This one slower..deeper and much more decisive than hungry... but his teeth found your bottom lip and tugged.. before your hands glided up to the base of his neck to the rounding of the muscle that flexed and shuddered every time you fluttered over them..before your hands found themselves at his hips...and with a ringed tug you sent him a message that seemed to transpire red to flash through his eyes... as he tugged his boxers off with utter ease..until his hands found themselves at your hips and tugged at your boxers as well.. and without warning, tugged them off with enough force your legs burned for a moment until his utter grazing touch that slid up them as they now rested both at the crook of his own hips made them burn even more..like an electric touch... and that made your eyes go doe like as he cooed at you with pursed lips through a smirk....

Until he rested at the base of your inner thighs and made you shudder deliciously in his gaze.. And his gaze was rough.. and animalistic...

[aspiringsophrosyne]

The Legend of Vox Machina: Season One and Two Post Mortem

So, season 1 and 2 of The Legend of Vox Machina are now out.

Let's do a post mortem on them.

One caveat: the CRew has said in interviews and behind the scenes videos that they wanted to take future events into account when writing early seasons. This means some things in the first twenty-four episodes aren't meant to pay off until later, or won't make sense except in hindsight. Especially if the story's significantly changed from the stream.

However, keeping that in mind, I think we can still look at what the episodes we've seen so far have done right and wrong on their own.

So, let's get to it!!

Episodes 1-2: The Terror of Tal'dorei

Given that the kickstarter for this series was only meant to pay for a thirty minute special that grew to an hour long season opening, I had certain expectations going in.

Basically, pilot energy.

And I was not disappointed. That isn't necessarily bad, but you could detect an extra hard push in this series' beginning. A push to prove itself, establish that this was a capital 'A' adult animation, and that it had somewhere to go from season one. Again not bad....except that some of that energy may have overstayed its welcome at this point.

But we'll get there.

First, let's talk about the good.

The Good

The VAs of the main cast are of course spot the fuck on, which was a given. They are all talented professionals who made these characters, after all. But it was still a thrill hearing them voice VM again after they'd been playing as the Nein and the Hells for so long.

The guests are no slouch either: David Tenant is in turn affably and menacingly Scottish, Indira Varma and Stephanie Beatriz are perfect as Allura and Kima, and Khary Payton, in very little time, portrays Uriel as a regal and noble ruler. Tony Hale makes for a great red herring, and Sunil Malhotra brings a warm, playful yet sincere portrayal of Shaun Gilmore to absolute life. As much passion and verve as Matt poured into the character, I'm glad he handed the role off to someone who's taking such good care of it.

Emon is beautiful. No notes whatsoever. The palace, the city, Gilmore's Glorious Goods....all of it is like a dream come to life. Art team is killing it.

Character design? For these characters? Pretty spot on. Everyone has great, economical designs that are still very recognizable as the Vox Machina we know and love.

Neil's music is sweeping and gorgeous. He brings such a grandiose sense of scale to the world; a scale which Exandria deserved, but I wasn't sure she would be able to get. His use of Your Turn to Role in the soundtrack is always fun to pick out. And last but not least, the themes of the Iron Storm fights in particular serve to get the blood pumping.

Said fights are also a blast. The second one obviously wins out just by nature of it being more of a contested battle, but both have just the right amount of a struggle to make the survival and eventual victory of Vox Machina feel earned. Everyone building on each other's efforts, one after another, in order to bring down Brimscythe once and for all is just perfection. That was the moment it really felt like Vox Machina had truly come alive in this new medium. It's still so much fun to look back on.

One thing the show devotes itself to frequently (sometimes very well and sometimes quite ham-fistedly) is set up for future events. In this instance, I think this was done quite well in the décor of Krieg's abode, and in the orbs (that, according to the cast, were straight out of the home game) that tie the rest of the Conclave to Vox Machina, and specifically Keyleth to Raishan, for future conflicts.

Alright, so? On to the shitty bits.

The Shitty Bits.

In all honesty, there's not much to write here if only because the two parter that starts things off is such a short, self-contained story. Most of my complaints here are nitpicky and come down to personal preference. My bigger problems are things that have carried over into the series at large, and, as of my writing this, either have not gotten better or have gotten better only a negligible amount. These I'll be addressing in full later, so I won't waste time on them here.

Nitpick: Allura's line about capturing the creature is a little awkward. I would switch it around.

From:

"With all due respect Sir Fince, we don't even know what the creature is. Demon? Elemental? And how do you propose we capture it?"

To:

"And how do you propose we capture it? With all due respect Sir Fince, we don't even know what the creature is. Demon? Elemental?"

And of course the "dumbass" remains unsaid, because Allura, in every iteration, is classy like that.

Nitpick: I'm disappointed that when Vax was accused of being "Too weak to tickle [his] own pickle." Pike didn't pipe up from the other side of the bar with: "No he's not!"

Nitpick: The bit with the sandwich feels very contrived in order to get Vax a toothpick and ruin said sandwich. Just saying, could've done it in a way that felt more natural. Or done something else entirely.

A couple of times in Season One Grog get's knocked out of the fight early. This could be an example of the Worf Effect, where a threat is made to look particularly dangerous if it takes out the big/strong/especially skilled guy in the group. However, if you want to pull this but you don't give the character a chance to prove how strong they are in a challenging battle before you do, it's not going to be incredibly effective. (We only had the tavern brawl before this, and just about everyone had a good showing there.) And even if you do give the character that chance, depending on how you use this trope, it can come off as cheap.

This comes up again later, so I'm just pointing it out now.

This next bit is one that'll come up again as well, so I feel like I need to bring this up here before getting into it again later; Scanlan is the first to declare they're killing the dragon. It's not unlikely that he's just reading the room and realizes that everybody else is turning to the idea already.....but he doesn't try to dissuade them or try to get out of it himself.

This is important for season 2.

That's it for now. On to episode 3: The Feast of Realms.

[blog-by-kij]

The amount to which I get mad at this and the degree to which I want to defend the show SpongeBob and everyone who works on it is honest to god excessive and frankly pathetic BUT

That’s what tumblr is for. This is the last website standing where I can be insane publicly and it’s ok, and if I don’t exercise my rights why have them? You are so god damn annoying if you whine bitch and complain about “nEw sPoNgeBob iS bAd and aWeFUL aNd tErriBle and ALL hE dOEs iS CRY and hE uSeD to hAve a peRoNaLiTy iN OLD bob AND tHe aNiMaTioN is BAD nOw aND iTs SHIt nOw aNd tHe CrEAtoR wOuLd HaTe it Now anD THe wRIteRs SuCk nOw” and on and on and on. Like god. That’s annoying enough on its own honestly because it so disrespectful and disgraceful to the creators and writers of the show. Like how dare you honestly, think you know better than them. How dare you put words into anyone’s mouth about their own creation…god forbid if they’re not alive anymore! You are sick in the head if you do that!! Vile behavior!!

Every day I’m thankful that I don’t work in any part of this show because it would just kill my heart if I ever had to log on and all I see is people talking like that. You all suck because you say you love artists and creators but not when they create anything new. You all suck because you demand something impossible from creators and that’s to create something new that’s old that your nostalgia infected brain would like.

But it’s also pokes my bone because none of you fuckers who hate the show now have even seen any of the new stuff!!! Perform research before commenting!!! You literally are stuck on season 5 please move past season 5 or 6 or whichever one it was that you decided you were too old for please. We are on the 14th season oh my god give it a fucking chance. Good god how could you honestly just write off literally ALL of that, all of the writers, all of the animators, all of the creators of the newer stuff just like that for no real reason other than you assume it’s bad???? What because it’s…. n e w ….and you hate new things???? What the fuck is art for if not make new things??? Yes SpongeBob is art, everything creative is art, I rest in peace on this hill.

By the way it is one million and one percent fine to have grown out of something and moved on in life but whyyyyy WHHYY do you then need to denigrate the show, the process and the artists for something that’s still going just because you’ve outgrown it now? So what, now every media, every art that you grow out of has to stop existing just because you don’t like it anymore? Freak.

I hate nostalgia so much honestly because it just mind numbing stupid nonsense. I hate nostalgia as a concept and even more as an identity because it’s controlling and restrictive in how it doesn’t want anything new ever be made and it expects nothing new ever be good and how it deliberately seeks our negativity and how it inherently forces you to remain in the past which is not even possible! Sucks to be nostalgic because life is better now than it was then, yes it actually is better now. The only reason why you could say it was better then is because you was a literal goo for brains child and everyone else around you took care of your problems, and tbh children tend to have less problems generally (hopefully) (but on the contrary they also don’t deal with those problems as well as adults). Nostalgia as an identity to identify with is bad for you because it keeps you in this weird annoying negative self pity party that wants nothing to grow past or beyond whatever the time period it is and it also wants you to never grow beyond that point too!!! Nostalgia want to make you blame everyone and everything else for why your life isn’t like how it was when you were a child when the simple answer for that is that it’s just because you’re not a child anymore and actually…that’s fine. That’s literally how it’s supposed to be? That’s life and why that’s something negative for you and why you would want to permanently remain a child is mysterious to me.

Also, like no shit technology is better now than in the 90s. No shit animation companies will use the newer and better technology that makes it easier and yes better. Oh my god do you want them to….…not??? Fucking why?? It’s big “my favorite artists are not popular, suffer, and starve and if they get too popular I don’t like them anymore” energy.

Yes this triggers me no I don’t care if you think that’s pathetic because it is but so is constantly badgering and trashing something you’ve never seen just because you’re too old now, so is trashing on the good work of creators and the creators themselves just because you don’t like it, so is assuming that you’re right and having no evidence to back it up, so is deciding that you’re right for stupid nonsense reasons, and so is being permanently stuck in nostalgia. If ever you say you respect artists then actually fucking do it.

[purplesurveys]

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What does the shirt you are wearing look like? It’s white and has a gigantic print in the middle that’s black and red. It’s also a tad oversized, which I don’t mind as I’m into that style these days.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? I’m always dealing with a simultaneous bunch of things at work which keeps me constantly stressed, lol. One client just messaged me earlier, around 11 PM, so that was...fun; one has a knack for hounding me for updates on this and that and expects me to reply within five seconds; one is super anal and refuses to approve any material without it reaching 4-5 revisions; one has been taking forever to reply on anything since April, leading to campaign delays that at this point I don’t even give a fuck about anymore...it’s a jungle everyday where I work. How do you stay positive with all that life throws at you? 1) I’ve seen and experienced how things always manage to fall into place somehow, so I just stick it out during the ugly parts; 2) I need to stay alive at least until 2025 for reasons only anyone within the Bangtan universe would know, hah.

What quality do you admire most in other people? Being patient, because I am definitely not always.

What is the highest level of physical pain you have ever been in? rate 1-10 That would either be my foot infection when I was 11, or having to get six injections in a single day right after my dog bit me. I was even way more stressed out over the shots than the fact that I got a Real animal bite for the first time, lmao. The foot thing is a solid 10 but I would give the injections probably an 8? and it’s mainly because I was terrified of the amount of shots I needed to get and because it was the first time I’ve ever gotten injected on my thighs.

...same question, but with emotional pain? Nothing has been more difficult than the direct aftermath of my breakup three years ago. Giving it 10/10 seems too kind, lmao.

What is your most prized possession? All of the souvenirs from Yoongi’s concert. My ticket, the envelope it came in, the freebie card (not quite a photocard, it simply has the D-DAY in Bangkok print on it), and even all the freebies I managed to get.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? Anthony Padilla. He just seems so warm and personable, plus I feel the mutual Filipino blood would help us bond over stuff a lot more hehe.

Do you like your natural hair color? It’s fine. It’s not like I would’ve had a choice; most full-blooded Filipinos get black hair anyway.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you start going gray? Probably at the start, but I like to think I’ll learn to embrace it later on.

Are you pale right now, or do you have a tan? I am naturally tan; I’m never pale and have no desire to be.

Do you think you look best with a tan? Not really the target audience for this question but I will say that I love how my skin looks right after a vacation at the beach. The extra level of tan-ness just looks so nice.

What is your favorite app on your phone? YouTube. I constantly have videos on all day as background noise, regardless if I’m actually watching them or not.

How old were you when you got your first smartphone? Smartphone, that would be when I was around 17 when my parents got me an iPhone 5s. Before that I was always the friend who didn’t have her own phone and needed to update my parents about my whereabouts through my other friends’ phones, hahaha.

Do you ever meditate on Scripture? You will never find me doing that ever.

Are you living a life you want to escape from? or do you love your life? It’s not that I want to escape it, though I do get the sense that I could be doing and experiencing a lot more. I strongly feel that part of it also falls on me to have to push myself to try new things. I can’t attract the life and luxuries I want if I do nothing to get closer to them.

When was the last time you felt that life was good? When I was on my two trips about a month ago.

Do you have one big mistake that you've made that you want to fix? Nope. I’ll learn from mistakes, but I wouldn’t go back and change things.

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on? I don’t think this is applicable to me.

Do you wear green on St. Patrick's Day? I don’t celebrate that.

Are you Irish at all? Nope.

Do you pray to God every day? I do not.

What are three things you are currently looking forward to doing soon? Picking up my copy of BTS’ memoir this Sunday; getting my quarterly OT pay next month; hearing Seven for the first time.

Do you ever dance in the rain? I don’t. I probably did when I was younger, but I never do it anymore.

Have you ever sat on a rooftop? So many times. We have a rooftop at home and I will stay there sometimes. I haven’t recently though because the weather has just been really unforgiving.

Who is that last good musician or band you discovered? I don’t really discover new music anymore as I spend most of my days in the K-pop realm lol. I will say though that I learned about The Japanese House’s newest album yesterday and spent some time last night listening to it, and in general it felt good to ‘come back’ to one of my favorite artists.

Do you like to watch talent shows like America's Got Talent and X Factor? I loved watching American Idol as a kid and a few years back I did have a phase where I was obsessed with golden buzzer compilation videos, but I don’t watch talent shows in general these days.

Have you ever tried avocado toast? Yes. It’s one of the very few fruit-y things I enjoy having.

Name three items on your wish list right now. A pair of AirPods Max, blackout curtains, enough money to rent a condo.

Are you more talented musically or artistically or neither? Writing counts as art, right? I’m artistic in that sense, I guess. It’s all I know how to do.

Are you better at English or math? English.

What were your best subjects in school? History, english, biology.

What was your favorite subject in school? History.

Have you ever visited a teacher at their home? No. That’s pretty weird to think about.

How many windows are in your bedroom? Two.

Who was your first roommate? Never had a roommate.

Who was your first best friend (besides a sibling)? Kaye, from kindergarten.

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? My brother and I look alike from a few angles. My sister and I look nothing alike I think, but we do sound very similar. We have the same expressions and ways of saying/enunciating them, too.

Name three women you know who have lost a child. One of my great-aunts; one of my aunts; I can’t think of anyone else.

Whose was the last funeral you attended or watched? Marisse’s dad. He was a good family friend who was close with my grandfather and spent a lot of time with him when they used to pick me and Marisse up from school.

What types of cancer are in your family, if any? There isn’t any, as far as I know.

Do you have big dreams for your future? I’d say I have a few big ones, yes.

Do you feel alone? It’s not feeling alone when I am perfectly fine and happy living life on my own. :)

What is this month's calendar picture? Jimin. Thanks for reminding me I need to tear out June from my calendar haha.

What is the theme of your wall calendar for this year? I’m using a BTS one; came as an inclusion from my OT7 photofolio.

Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I may have, but the memory doesn’t stick out.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 26.

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) Asian is not a nationality...anyway, I have been assumed as Chinese, which was definitely weird to hear as Southeast and East Asians are pretty distinct in appearance.

Have you ever had an outstanding library fine? Yes, I’m a heavyweight champion in library fines lmao. I’ve always been awful at returning books.

What book are you currently reading? I’m not reading anything at the moment but I do know I’m picking up a memoir this Sunday and I couldn’t be any more excited to start reading again.

Are you poor/broke right now? Nah. I’m starting to recover/save again after my last couple of trips which is just a huge weight off my shoulders hahaha.

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? I haven’t, fortunately.

What is the name of your youtube channel? It’s just my name.

How many subscribers do you have on youtube? 0. I just made an account so I can get Premium; I’ve never made a video.

Do you wish that life were more fair? Of course.

Who was your first kiss? Somebody I used to date.

Do you feel you have found your soulmate yet? No.

Are you single or in a relationship? Single.

If you're single, do you want to be, or do you wish you weren't? I’m happy being single and have no plans to date/be in a relationship. People always seem to be baffled when they hear that. Are we, like, not allowed to like being by ourselves? Lmao.

Ever collected shells at the beach? I’ve tinkered with them, but I’ve never stolen any.

Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? Carve, I guess. I haven’t done it before and it sounds more fun to do and also less wasteful.

Who are three of your favorite youtubers to watch? Mejiwoo, Smosh, GMM.

What year did you graduate high school? 2016.

What do you miss about high school? Nothing, really. The older I get, the more I realized how suffocating high school really was. Sure I was a kid, the room was wide open to be allowed to make mistakes and start over again, being a part of a clique was cool yadda yadda, but I was also in Catholic school. Everything about it sucked.

What do you miss about college? The freedom. Seeing your friends everyday. Getting to pick your classes and learning what you actually wanted to learn so studying didn’t feel like a chore.

What color was your first car? White.

Do you have a car now? Yes, the same one I’ve been using ever since I first started driving.

What color was the house you grew up in? It’s white with a red roof.

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? My childhood home has one floor.

What is your birth order in the family? I’m the eldest child.

What would your name be if you were the opposite gender? As far as I know they never thought about boy names because they waited till I came out to start thinking of what to name me.

What were you almost named? There was a toss-up between Ariel and a few variations of Katrina.

Does your bedroom have carpet? Nope.

Best camping experience? Never gone camping.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? Seoul, Marrakesh, New Delhi.

Do you get heartburn? For some reason, only whenever I get KFC’s Double Down HAHAHA.

What are three things you are known for in your town? Idk my city is kind of blah. Aesthetic cafés, I guess??? Also pilgrimages and our local rice cakes I guess.

What are three things you are known for on social media? Screaming about BTS 24/7. I don’t really do anything else.

What is your Instagram account name? No thanks.

Have you ever used Snapchat? Only in college.

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? Maybe for like a second, but it never materialized into a legit goal.

What show did you most want to be on as a kid? Hi-5. I wanted to be a part of that kiddie audience SO BAD.

First celebrity you were obsessed with? The entire cast of High School Musical.

First celebrity crush? Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale.

What was your first favorite stuffed animal? I was never a stuffed toy kind of kid.

What was something unique about you as a kid? You know how it’s a joke to tell people, “were you dropped as a kid?” my mom actually dropped me when I was a few months old. She had been in bed at the time, had me on her chest, then she fell asleep and probably rolled over, and obviously she woke up because I started shrieking and screaming and crying while on the floor.

Were you ever goth/emo?  Nah. When that was a thing among the people in my age group, I was heavily into wrestling and completely skipped out on the emo craze. I mean I liked Paramore, but I didn’t copy their style and I didn’t even have a phone that would’ve let me do the selfie angle that was popular back then lol.

Do you want any more piercings? I have no desire to get any more piercings beyond my earlobes.

How many tattoos do you have? None.

Do you want more tattoos? I wrestle with the idea every now and then but it always ends in me deciding I’m too scared of needles to even think of booking an appointment.

If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get? Seven dots in the order of BTS’ members’ mic colors.

Do you mostly write in cursive or print? Print.

Were you ever homeschooled? Nope.

Describe your dream wedding in five words. Big. I want it to be a goddamn party. If a wedding is in the cards for me I know I’ll want it to happen only once, so might as well go big or go home.

Pick three animals that you think resemble you, and why? Idk?

Are you unique? I’d say we all are.

Do you get called a free spirit? No.

What day of the week were you born on? Tuesday.

How are you feeling right now? A little tired but I’m trying to fight sleep as I wanna make the most out of my weekend. Also my shoulders are SO sore it’s bothering me so much right now ugh.

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Married to a god

Summary: in which during the events of pirates of the caribbean 2 show William he is married to an eldritch being.

Cw: suggestive stuff at the end.

->I didnt feel like giving the full context of everything, just go along with it if you havent seen the movies.

->ONLY MUTUALS ALLOWED TO REBLOG.

Just as dorma approaches William, she stops. Theres a raw fear that plagues her and she stands back, primal fear of  a mind that does not comprehend what it is experiencing. Theres a ward on that Man before her, something ancient that has claimed him as theirs.

Thats when they step in, Brown hair and green eyes that almost seemed like emerald flames. He stands behind William and stares at Dorma with murder and hate in his eyes. She sees his true face, large ears and eyes, flaming hair, bright light almost too bright to look at. There,that is that ancient thing,full of anger and hatred.

She had stepped over a boundary.

Dorma jumps back muttering an "apologies" and scurrying behind her desk. William steps in and behind him comes jerico, and Turner is no strange to his lover's jealousy. he smirks and takes his hand,Kissing his knuckles and murmuring--my heart Belongs to you, and you only

Jerico sighs between his teeth, nodding and pressing a kiss to his temple. His eyes fall on the necklace of a sun Will is wearing and the captain of the solar raze relaxes.

Amused by his husbands antics, Turner decides to sit on his lap while Jack talks to dorma, letting his lover's arms wrap around his waist and pull him flush to his chest.

--Jealous much?--He teases with a shit eating smirk.

--If she dares lay a hand on you--He sneers with hatred.

--She wont,your hands are the only ones I want laying on me--He replied to then Gently slap his ribs and with a playfull tone add-- now,behave

--Fine...

--We are looking for this--William says laying down a map on the table.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--You truly are mad--Jerico protested jumping from handrail to handrail in the Fallen half sunk ship with an inhuman speed jumping like animals do.

--Thats why you love me,dont you?--He teased sliding down the main deck to the edge of where the sunk ship was cut in half.

--And I also love you alive and well!--he added jumping to a rope, grabbing on to it and falling down Next to his lover.

--Fair --The other Man added--

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

"Captured in the flying dutchman, fucking great" jerico thought looking at his lover, preocuppied-- not your finest moment, ay love?

--Youre not helping--his husband replied,breathing heavily as davy jones steps in.

The captain of the solar raze would be terrifed of Davy Jones if it wasnt because he had seen far worse. He sighs and rolls his eyes as the infamoud captain of the flying dutchman intimidates one of the sailor from the sunken ship.

"Sun,moon and stars help me this guy is a tool" jeri thinks struggling against the restraints. He could get free...but he would risk being discovered for who...what..he was. His eyes looked at his lover and stopped struggling, Deciding to remain silent.

Though his fists tighten as davy interrogates William, but is delighted when he suddenly leaves to haggle at Jack sparrow, a mile or two away from the boat.

He sighs and nuzzles William's shoulder whispering something in a language the other Man doesnt recognize. Suddenly the cold sea doesnt feel that cold and a warmth series over his body that lets his circulation warm up his hands.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--have You not met will Turner?-- Jack started,barganing with davy Jones--hes noble, heroic,terrific soprano. Worth at least four...maybe three and a half? And I happen to mention hes in love? With a guy? And they got married?

--I keep the boy and 99 souls!..--He turns to face Jack-- do you think me mad as to meddle in the affairs of old things like Those of Solar

--Youre keeping the boys soul...--Jack pointed out.

--Faith of payment..--davy clarified-- my dealings with his partner Will be my own issue

《♡♡♡♡》

--Bastard-- Jerico bit under his breath, his body warming up. "If he thinks he can sell Williams soul in that way...what a fool" he thought as his fangs grow sharper and his eyes brighten in hue.

Then he notices how some of the crewmates harass william, and as one of the sailor steps in to take up William's punishment he puts himself between his husband and the crew. Thats it, hes had it

--Enough!-- jerico yelled at davy Jones making his way through the sailors and towards the captain-- Davy Jones!

--Ah! Kind of you to join us Captain castro--Jones replied smugly-- Do you wish to take up punishment as well?

--Id rather you release us! Or--

--Or what? Youre in no position to bargain!

--because you own William's soul? --He scoffed--You ignorant old octopus!

--Jack gave it willingly! He Belongs to me now--davy protested getting right up infront of jerico with angry steps that have the crew pulling back.

--...first--He started walking towards him, he steps back--Dont you get up in my face with your stinking dead rotting fish smell. Second...--He hesitates before turning to William and with a soft gaze he arms up his resolve, finding his lover's confused face adorable-- his soul Belongs to me! I am Solar of the old gods! Lord of earth and Fire--A bright flame wraps around his body and before the crew lays a eight foot creature, body like fire and eyes like beacons of light, his Lower half is nothing but strings of flame that barely not touch the wooden floor-- I am the ruler of all the earth you once Walked upon, and I am the owner of William Turners soul. You Will release us at once! --His voice is a roar like those of a dragon, William's pendant warms up but it doesnt burn him.

--Love...--Turner gasps out, and the creature turns around-- what..is...this?

--Sorry--Jerico apologized-- I didnt know how to break it to you

He scoffed and Walked up to the Giant thing, grabbing his hand and smiling--This...is certainly something New. By all means Keep threatening him, dont let me stop you

The other Man snorts playfully. Leaning in to kiss the top of his lovers head ,who feels like a sudden but not hurting warmth presses up against his scalp and then backs away. Then, he turns to Jones-- release us

Davy Jones signals for his men to step away and Jerico returns to normal,grabbing his lovers hand and walking up to one of the boats there. --Lets go meet up with Jack --He whispered and the other Man nodded.

《♡♡♡♡》

Back in tortuga, William gets out of the bath,finally in some fresh clothes that waited for him in the Next room where his husband was. As he steps into their bedroom,He sees his lover without a shirt Reading a book.

He leans on the wooden frame of the entrance to the room, a towel wrapped around his hips to then he say--Hows that thing that my soul Belongs to you, not that I mind but..

Jerico snorts marking the book and closing it--Its uh, so technically your soul Belongs to me since we met. Before we got together...its a god thing that we hoard stuff...even if we didnt end up together you'd be safe of all dangers.-- His eyes are glued to his husband as he walks up to him painfully slow and sits on his lap.

--really?-- He leans over them, resting his forearm on the chaise sofa's backrest as his lover leans down against it. His arms around his waist.

--Yuuup~-- he mused--a part of me would protect you... but its a good thing youre mine

--Wouldnt want it any other way, never belonged to a god before--He flirted leaning in, enjoying the way his husband's head sinks against the backrest as he pulls a away a little. It was like a game for them both.

--lucky you,then-- jeri added running a hand up his toned sides to his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses back and rests against his chest.

For a while all they do is kiss and trail patterns across eachothers bodies,just enjoying the calm moment before everything took a turn for the worse and chaotic when they met up with Jack.

--Go get dressed, dinners almost ready--Jerico says.

--Ah come on...--William protests-- really?

--You can have me as desert, come on--the captain of the solar raze says softly slapping his side and pushing him off.

--Thats not fair...but ill take it--Turner huffed, Looking as his lover stands up and gets between his legs to kiss his lips and stroke his wet hair.

--Alls fair in love and war--Jeri joked pressing another kiss to his forehead and leaving the room.his husband feeling mildly but lightheartedly annoyed and frustrated, pouting Like a child.