#bury me here I'm happy

[nukbody]

FH: Revelations demo finally updated with my ending and I can't

[sorcerous-caress]

oh wow they actually give you the choice to explicitly identify as transgender freely with zero requirements and it unlocks new dialogue choices

[kaus-quietis]

Come take... this... hand... at twi... light’s... door... I’ll meet...  you... there We’ll share the moonlit floor through the driving rain –

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Slightly concerned that chapter 2 of my critically acclaimed new fic might be a bit shit...

[ndntighnari]

Why didn't you give your cat a proper burial you sick fuck?

???? What part of me cremating my cat in a proper and respectful way makes me a sick fuck?? Have i pissed off the vegans somehow or smth. God forbid i want to be able to keep my cats ashes next to my dogs ashes in their honour i guess. Why don't you have a hobby besides harassment of strangers on the internet? Id argue one of us has more problems and it's almost certainly not me

[polarisbibliotheque]

Little Updates!

Hahahahaha some new people around, I thought it would be nice to update you guys on my current life status xD

So. For the new people who doesn't already know, I'm collecting a few weird rare chronic illnesses and one of them I still have no idea what it is. Sometimes I'm fine and some other times, things turn upside down and I'm just stone statue Mushu.

The last two months, I started some meds that made my life so much worse. I stopped them about a week ago, but still having collaterals - basically, it's like I had an allergic reaction for two months coupled with the collaterals of the meds, so I'm feeling pretty much horrible hahaha

From what I've read, it takes around a month for the body to get rid of it. So, I'll probably have some ups and downs for the next month or so.

I'm also needing to do another medical exam that is extremely expensive and my health insurance denied to cover the exam costs, basically because they feel like my symptoms aren't bad enough to justify this exam. I'll have to be bleeding and unable to get up from bed for them to approve it (seriously, I'm not exagerating).

Once I can only count on my mom to talk about these things (my dad and my sister have no emotional strength to tank all these issues), we've been talking about what to do, because there's no way we can afford this exam - and, if it's positive, then I'll have to go on a surgery, which is even more expensive and we certainly can't afford that.

Soooo I shut down for a while. I have barely no energy and those things took a toll on me - the time I spent awake, I just wanted to get my mind off things.

I'm starting to get things back on track, though. I'm back on my art mentoring, I'm writing again - hopefully, I'll be able to update Nemesis in no time - and I started a little project I'll be posting about an orginal story of mine at least once a week. I'll detail more in another post, 'cause I didn't expect this one to be so long HAHAHA

Anyways. I live. I'll get to answering all questions and going through my asks, thanks so much for having patience with me, my beloved creatures <3

I'M ALSO ORGANIZING THINGS TO GET ON AO3, I'LL KEEP YOU GUYS POSTED hahahaha

[starfilledsky2810]

like half of my mutual's otp's are my notp and I laugh abt that to myself so often lmao

[handfulofmuses]

“Trust me.“

“I did trust you.“

What I like about that scene is that you can tell both of them are hurting here.

Max is not mad, he is disappointed. His reaction is more quiet than his usual outbursts who pass quickly, most of them are short lived. In that moment, the old meerkat is silently staring at his nephew, waiting for Timon to explain himself with crossed arms. No accusing him of something, he just waits until Timon starts and until he finishes.

Once he is finished? Max does not respond immediately, there is still a bit of a pause.

When he does speak, there is a sad, soft, more genuine tone in it. Max means it. He admits that he trusted his nephew, but it was an unspoken expectation on his part.

Timon didn’t know that, especially not with the reaction Max had over the suggestion in the first place.

One thing to note about the old meerkat is that more than often, his anxiety gets the better of him, expecting the worst outcome. Max in general is acting on raw emotions. His paranoia is controlling both his actions and responses. He speaks without a filter and doesn’t realize what he says might upset others or consider the consequences for it. A good example would be when Timon’s mother asks him if he has seen Timon and he just cheerfully replies that he did not. It might come across as him being relieved that his nephew is not around, but it’s more about the injuries that come from Timon’s shenanigans rather than Timon himself.

By allowing Timon to stand guard over all of them, Max is putting his trust in him, but it remains unspoken. In general, Max is someone who shows his trust and care through his actions rather than words. But when he goes deep, he means it. Max believed in Timon to manage the situation.

I think a small part also realized that it was something that was also on him, considering he is averting his eyes. A part of him also feels responsible for what happened.

Timon is hurting as well. He likely expected another outburst, so what happens here hits a lot more differently for him, especially since his uncle is unusually quiet in that moment. Max does not need to say he is disappointed - Timon receives the message by the words spoken, the tone and the fact that there is no further scolding. Just his uncle looking away from him. No further lecture, no outbursts - and that feels much worse for him because now he feels like he failed his uncle and everyone else. He feels like he has lost his uncle‘s trust completely. Not only does he feel like he has he failed his uncle, but a small part of himself.

It says a lot that he leaves right after that incident. Aside from the general feeling of not fitting in, being an outcast among his own colony, he also had to likely deal with the guilt of almost getting his uncle killed. We see his reaction when he realizes his uncle is missing, so if the hyenas had succeeded in ending him that would have likely put a heavy conscience on him.

Timon needed to figure himself out and that was not possible in a place where he lives as an outcast. I also think Max and Timon needed the space away from each other at this point.

Max likely did not even realize at first that he was gone, busy with doing damage control after the skylight and hyena incident. It was only after a few quiet days without any kind of accidents and seeing his sister down that he realized he was not among them anymore.

I don’t think Max ever meant to make Timon feel the way he did. The problem was that his paranoia for predators got the better of him and wanted to keep everyone safe, including his nephew but unfortunately that led to him neglecting the needs of his nephew. Digging tunnels and making sure to survive turned into a slight obsession. He is entirely restless, always preparing himself for the next disaster. One tap from the mother is already enough to send him into a panic.

Timon never meant any harm with his actions, he was just trying to make life for his colony better. He wanted them to be able to live, not just survive but unfortunately it generally led to a lot of accidents. For Max, it feels like his nephew didn’t take it as seriously as he should have and he tried to get him to understand what’s at stake here the only way he knows how.

His reluctance to follow doesn’t come from that he wants nothing to do with his nephew, it’s because it’s a big, dangerous world out there filled with predators. They don’t even know where to start looking, Timon could be anywhere at this point.

But he is out there searching for Timon with the mother, showing that he was willing to take that risk for his nephew. I don’t know if it was because the mother dragged him out of the hole himself, or if he tried to stop her and she managed to convince him, but I would like to think that it turned into a bit of an argument at first where Max has to realize just how much his stress is controlling him.

[piningpebbles]

{Video Transcript:

“(*jack’s signature mischievous music plays*) [I- I mean I know I reprogrammed the pu- the computer-] In my head I did it! [Alright?] When he died the first time I really didn’t think it was what I wanted. I thought I- I- I remember that we were f- (sighs) You know this- (*the music cuts*)

To go from being someone’s friend and really thinking... They cared about you and being in a little nation together like L’manburg, and then to have them kill you for trying to visit them at their lowest... And never apologize. And not care when you tell them all the troubles they put you through... And want to kill them so badly and then have them die... And actually miss the friend you lost?

[But it wasn’t-] I wasn’t missing my friend. My friend came back, and he’s fucking awful! [Alright?] He sucks! My friend is dead and I’ve- I’ve said this. And I thought him dying [would be the satisfaction-] or what was left of him dying would be the satisfaction that I needed, but it wasn’t [-and I stopped my mission]. But what I’ve realized is... Satisfaction isn’t going to be claimed [from] Tommyinnit dying. Satisfaction will come from me killing Tommyinnit. (*the music picks up again*)

Death happens. It comes and goes, but the act of making him understand the pain he put me through, the lack of remorse he showed me-- that’s what he needs to see. That will be the moment where I know... I. Was. Right. He will know I was right. And the sun will set on a server that will be ever so more peaceful.

And I’ll finally be able to let this go.

...I just want to let this go.”}

[brionysea]

kind of mike wheeler coded

[stereax]

woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way

but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D

anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎

[polzkadotz]

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[rhoselacksthorns]

call me a cathedral the way my buttresses spread wide, kneeling before my altar can end with you seeing god and if you enter me far enough to push into my organs just right I make heavenly sounds

...although maybe Lincoln cathedral the way my spire isn't as long as it used to be...

...

and the way I reside in Lincolnshire...

*trying to call a woman beautiful but i've forgotten how to engage other humans in conversation* girl, you remind me of architecture

[metranart]

Imagine Gojo setting a condition to his Clan for him to give them an heir. "It's HER or no one." The elders aren't happy that he chose a non-sorcerer, but they reluctantly agree... that is, if Gojo manages to convince you.

“Come here-...I’m far from done, kitten.”

God, Gojo still makes you nervous, with his mouth buried between your legs for longer than you can even imagine. Why are you still so nervous? Is it the proximity? Is it the way he leans in to make eye contact while he licks you? Is it those blue piercing eyes? Or that immensely amused smirk that twists his lips just enough so he can keep eating you out?

"Mmmmm... stop moving so much, (Y/N). We are making a mess of my desk..." he purrs, all too pleased to watch your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "That’s my good girl..." the man between your legs, praises, "my future bride to be...-"

"T-...that's still u-...under discussion, S-Satoru." Your quivering protests are sweet chords of music for him, "I already t-.... told you that I d-don't want to be part of the jujutsu world.... nor b-belong to a-.... any clan."

"Not any clan, pretty. MY clan." 

You hear him slurp greedily at your folds and feel a warm trick of saliva run down your ass, and when your mouth is about to throw another protest-... Satoru Gojo makes a vacuum on your quivering clit with that annoying mouth of his. Your thighs tense and the muscles of your stomach follow, a quake that rakes your entire form, making you a pathetic mock of a human.

Both your hands fly to cover your mouth and Satoru chuckles deep, amused rumble that cracks the rest of your self-control. Your cheeks grow in the most adorable shade of pink, and your breathing hastens.

"So��CUTE~"

Satoru whimpers, dumb founded, his broad chest puffing with so much fervor, so much blinding endearment that he feels like about to explode. He can see the doubt in your beautifully contorted features, and he dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with that fat tongue to try to make you agree to his terms, to be HIS.

Dammit! You feel… amaaaaaazing. Why? It’s like a flip inside you only he can switch at will—... even so, he’s dangerous, you remember. He’s a special grade sorcerer, you remember. He’s a mystery, he’s unpredictable—he’s invincible, unreadable, impenetrable and lethal with a playful smile, and you really know absolutely nothing about him. 

Yet, he insists that you belong together. He insists on putting his child inside you, he insists that he will take care of you and his life will be yours. He insists that you belong in his world and if you're not there, he won't be there either. He insists on fucking you stupid every chance he gets, bending you over surfaces, of course! Always putting his coat or his shirt or any piece of his clothing, just so your skin never comes into contact with any unworthy surface. He insists, he insists and insists and insists...

“Fuck—” he growls, grabbing your hips, “—why are you... h-how do you manage to always have me wrapped around your little finger—?” 

“I want you, Satoru-u... but I can't-” 

He stops you with a soft but firm, squeeze to your waist. 

“Not like this,” he pants, tipping his head to slowly lick a strip down your sweet cunt, a farewell caress, the whisper of a kiss to his last effort before lunch time is over and he can try again, later. “Let me pretend just for a little longer that you said yes—"

Your gaze drops to his trembling thighs and the warmth that settles in the pit of your tummy is intensified by the clear drop of precum shining at the tip of his gloriously thick and long cock, now achingly swollen and a mouthwatering shade darker in color than the rest of him.  

“I'm yours, Satoru-” you offer in a quiet whisper and can feel him shake his head. “You aren't.... but I’ll make you change your mind. You, just watch me, kitten."

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek artwork HERE ;)

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this story

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I know it's not my responsibility but it's really hard not to care when I can feel it all

So

Much

Pain

[malachitezmeyka]

*Has very long emotional talk with grandma that brought both of us to tears* "This is so UtOS coded"