#but tysm Lea!!

[daily-lea-crosscode]

hi hello hey i need to see your take on gamer gremlin or cute summer sundress lea instantly right this second please and thank you i appreciate you so much. your art's so cute and fills my days with whimsy

i promise you i will draw lea in a sundress another time HOWEVER i needed to do this as soon as possible. you understnand. this was very important to me

[acesammy]

Unpopular opinion:

Siamese cats are the best cats ever!

Sending hug’s always. How are you doing today?

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Ok so all cats are amazing and perfect and wonderful, but Siamese cats? OUGH. I was literally just looking at a Siamese cat that’s up for adoption in my area and I am so so tempted. Unfortunately I am a bit more of a dog person and I think my current situation would be better for a dog…

and thanks for asking! I am not doing great ngl but I had some really productive talks with my mom and my sister-in-law about my situation and I feel way better.

[chappellrroan]

vio your theme is literally what perfection looks like!!!!<3

[inklore]

got me wanting to suck something at this early hour in the morning should be illegal!!!!!

eyes on me

prompt: you look so pretty right now

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

contents: m receiving oral, dirty talk, praise, deep throating, love bombs, frankie’s soft as hell | wc: 554

note: this man could sweet talk me out of these undies and i’d gladly throw them at him as i twirl my hair. that’s my truth!

Before Frankie, you never thought this could be intimate.

That there could be softness in the way his hips push up, the way his hands splay against your arms, fingers in your hair light and feathered, and digging into your scalp with such care. A need that goes beyond simply getting off.

And, while there were times when this—you on your knees between Frankie's legs, cock hard and thick against your tongue—felt dirty and rough, tonight was not one of those nights.

It was one that made your entire body feel more alight. 

More attentive to the rough palm running up your forearm. More butterflies in your lower belly with the soft whimpers and sighs Frankie’s letting slip. The slow roll of his hips pushing his cock further down your throat done with a loving hand at your neck.

The gentle “that’s it” and “always so good”’s making your cheeks warm. 

Making something in your chest flutter in the same breath your pussy does. 

Before Frankie, you only viewed blowjobs as something messy, quick, a means to get to another step in sex, or a quicker, less time consuming way to get your partner off. 

It’s silly, laughable, and embarrassing the way you used to look at a lot of things before him.

Before he came into your world, and tilted it completely off it’s axis. 

You hadn’t known intimacy—the difference between fucking and making love. 

Frankie Morales had completely changed you.

And you loved it.

Just as much as you love the way he sounds right now. Love the way the further he goes down the throat, the deeper the noises coming from his open mouth sound. How even with how out of it—how into it and completely consumed by you he is—he’s still so gentle. Still so slow with the way he thrusts into your mouth. 

Not only savoring your mouth, but making sure you’re enjoying this just as much as he is. 

His palm brushes against your cheek, and his thumb briefly slips between your lips as he pulls himself out of your mouth. “Suck the tip,” he says too affectionately. His eyes blown out with pleasure. Too soft for how his chest is heaving. For the want and desire that’s coated in love in both your bloodstreams. 

Your eyes lock on his as you do what you’re told. Your mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock, hollowing your cheeks slightly, sucking, the tip of your tongue coating in precum. 

The sound Frankie makes makes your thighs squeeze when your tongue runs along the head of him. Pushing you to do it again and again, until he’s hissing and looking down at you with a sheen in his eyes. 

“Fuck,” he swallows, out of breath. “You look so pretty right now.”

You want to tell him he looks just as pretty, if not more. 

Want to reach up and push his hair off his forehead because it’s making him look too freaking pretty and you can barely handle it. 

It doesn’t take much longer—a string more of compliments and commands and I love you’s before he’s about to come. Before his thumb rests on your cheeks, his breath puffy, eyes droopy with pleasure as he looks down at you and says, “look at me. Look at me, pretty girl.”

[cherryredstars]

holy sbit i just read your actor!mig oneshot and i’m frothing at the mouthjfjfjdand it got me thinking

how would reader react if mig had to do a sex scene for a movie? i mean she’d be fine with outwardly but inwardly, understandably she’d be jealous asf, even though there is security in their relationship i feel like it would be difficult, how would mig react to her being insecure? or maybe jealous because of that🥹

(i saw ur requests were open and i couldn’t help myself, tysm for reading this and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to i love your work regardless<333)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Insecurity, Mirror Sex, Praise, Fingering, Oral Sex, Mentions to Breeding Kinks

Summary: Nothing but a good sex scene. 

Word Count: 2K (Not Edited)

Part 1

The internet sucks.

You know that, Miguel knows that, everyone knows it. Yet, here you are, hurting your own feelings as your phone feeds you countless posts about your boyfriend and his new movie. His new movie that also stars a really popular, really really pretty female co-star. Who he had sex with. Cinematically. In the movie.

Movie sex is not real sex. Miguel says and reminds you all the time. Most of the time, sex scenes only consist of the actors being shirtless and zoomed in shots of their upper bodies. Convenient things like a perfectly placed object or being under the sheets hid the fact nothing is actually going on. Miguel always assures you that, if the directors want a real sex scene, he’d be out of there in seconds. 

But still, all the edits and tweets and pictures that are filling up every corner of the internet make your skin raise and ache. It definitely looks real. It’s not really a surprise, Miguel and his co-star are wonderful actors. They’re so good at their jobs. It makes you feel gross. Especially when you can’t stop replaying the scene over and over again. It’s not hard to find it, the scene devours the internet like a wildfire. 

She looks pretty. No, not pretty, gorgeous. Hot and sexy and erotic. Nothing like you at all. Her skin is impossibly smooth, shiny and soft. Her lips are painted in a deep red that pops against her skin and draws attention to her perfectly sculpted face. Even if it weren’t for the lipstick, the calculated moans she makes for the camera draws your attention to her mouth. Her moans are perfectly pitched. They’re breathy and her mouth forms the perfect ‘o’. It makes you rub at your throat, an uneasy feeling getting stuck there. You don’t moan like that. 

Her facial expressions are amazing too. Brows furrowed in a way that perfectly showcases her pleasure. But they don’t look funny or distort her face too drastically. When her eyes roll back, her eyelashes flutter so nicely. She doesn’t look possessed or ugly. Your hand subconsciously rubs at your cheek. You don’t look so effortlessly pretty like that.

It ruins you. Why would Miguel possibly want to have sex with you if he has pretty, hotter co-stars? The thought sticks with you even with Miguel on top of you. Usually, you’d be on your back, legs spread and exposed for his viewing pleasure. But you can’t, not today. So Miguel has begrudgingly agreed to take you in a different position. Your ass is in the air, upper body pressed into the mattress. Your face is completely hidden from his view, something Miguel isn’t the happiest about. What’s even worse, he can barely even hear you. You’re pushing your face into one of the stupid pillows, muffling the minimal sounds you’re making. 

Usually, you’re moaning and whining uncontrollably under him. Your mouth never shutting as noise spills from your swollen lips. It drives him crazy to hear your verbal pleasure. The pleasure he gives you. Sometimes you’re babbling broken sentences or just calling out his name, but it's everything to him. So hearing almost complete silence from you, paired with not being able to see your reactions, shoots worry through him. 

He tries everything he knows drives you crazy. He leans forward and pinches and tugs at your clit. It twitches in his fingers, but you don’t make your usual gasps. He spreads your legs wider and juts his hips into you with more force, hitter deeper against your wall. You don’t give him that beautiful, high-pitched scream of his name. You instead, shove your face into the pillow and hum. He leans in and whines into your ear about how tight you are. How he really, really wishes the two of you would throw away all protection so he can fill you up with his baby. Instead of begging and babbling, you wiggle your hips and push back into him. 

Something awful hits his chest. Did he do something wrong? Are you upset with him? Are you not feeling well? Does it not feel good?

He instantly stills, all the arousal he once had disintegrating. He pulls out slowly, not wanting to hurt you. You turn to him in confusion, brows furrowed from over the pillow. He flips you over gently, turning you on your back and dragging you close to him. You still have that pillow pressed to your lower face, arms wrapped around it. You look like a damn vision, naked before him with your hair spread out on the bed. You look like an offering with that white pillow covering your face and chest, leaving him to only focus on your big doe eyes and the fact your legs are spread to accommodate his body. Innocent and cute and sexy. 

His hands land on your outer thighs, warm and big as they rub up and down your skin. It makes you melt into the bed, a sleepy look masking your eyes. Miguel’s heart sings at the pure content on your face, but it doesn’t drown out his concern. He can feel unease in the air and his hair stands on end. Slowly, you pull the pillow away from your face as you realize he isn’t going to slip back inside of you.

“Why y’stop?” you call out shyly to him, a small pout on your lips. You seem nervous and Miguel’s hands tighten on your thighs. 

“You’re acting differently. What’s wrong?” He counters. 

You grow bashful under him, pulling the pillow up to hide your cheeks that are colored in shame. You simply shrug, turning away from him as you slowly start to close your legs. He doesn’t stop you, but he doesn’t take his hands off of you. He helps you sit up when you make the move to, his hand moving to grasp both of yours. He gives them a comforting squeeze and a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut, breathing in the comforting clean scent he carries. 

“What’s wrong, mi vida?” He asks again. 

You don’t respond. But you don’t have to. Miguel looks at you like he knows. He always knows. Tentative and caring Miguel who always knows. His kiss to your forehead is rougher, more pressure behind it before he pulls away. The way he carries you is effortless, like he’s carrying a bag of feathers. He moves the two of you to the opposite side of the bed, directly in front of the wall of mirrors that make up the walk-in closet. He sits down first, maneuvering you to sit on his thigh with your back pressed to his front. 

Your eyes are glued to your reflection, naked against Miguel with nothing but a fluffy pillow hiding you. His face nudges at your jawline and neck. He places soft kisses along the skin, distracting you as he takes the pillow from you. He places it to the side, still within your reach. Your fingers itch to grab at it again, but you resist. Instead, you close your eyes and focus on the way Miguel’s fingertips glide over your warm skin and make you shiver. You lean back into him, head resting against his shoulder. His hands travel down, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck to hide your gasp. His fingers caress the lasting stickiness between your thighs, his own leg moving to widen yours. You peek at the mirror from beside his neck, eyes falling to the glistening between your thighs. Your cheeks heat and you nuzzle your face into Miguel as a way to hide. He hums against you, hand still moving and collecting your juices on his finger. You whimper when he pushes it in, thumb swiping gently over your clit.

“Shh, taking it so well, mi hermosa. My pretty baby.” He coos gently into your ear, curling his finger inside of you. 

Your hips buck instinctively, another whine leaving as his finger grazes your walls. His other hand comes to massage your hip and your eyes catch the movement in the mirror. Miguel is looking at the mirror too, studying you. His touch is soft, his finger pumping in and out of you slowly. You moan into his neck, eyes fluttering when he adds another. They scissor inside of you, meeting together to curl. Your hand comes up to hold his, taking it away from your hip and squeezing it tight to stabilize you. 

He hums into your hair, muttering soft praise into the strands. His fingers continue curling, going to the knuckle so he can press onto the gummy spot inside of you. You can’t hold in your moans anymore, giving them freely to him. It makes him smile, kissing the crown of your head. 

“That’s it, singing so prettily for me, yeah?” He asks, letting go of your hand to grab your chin. 

He removes your face from his neck, making you face him. Your eyes are droopy from pleasure, and your lips are parted slightly so soft moans can escape. It makes his cock jump, but he ignores it to give you a sweet kiss. It’s soft and passionate. His lips opened and slanted against yours. His tongue is warm as it slips into your mouth, caressing your own until the both of you are moaning into each other's mouth. It makes your head foggy and you forget all about what you were scared about before. 

When Miguel pulls away, he turns back to the mirror and groans at the sight of you. You’re slick is dripping down his fingers and your skin fucking glows in the reflection. His fingers speed up, his thumb pressing into your swollen bud. 

“Been thinking about you so much, y’know that. Was fucking fantasizing about you during that whole movie. Imagining doing all those things in the script to you drove me fucking crazy. Had to take care of myself in my dressing room thinking about your cute little noises and the faces you make. Mi hermosa nena.”

The little whimper you let out paired with the tightening of your walls is fucking precious. He pulls you into another kiss, quickening his fingers until your whole body is twitching. You have to pull away from the kiss, your hand clawing to his arm and nails digging in as your moans get louder. With a hard flick to your clit and the curling of his fingers, your body is shaking with an orgasm. Your toes curl, head thrown back against his shoulder as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. 

“That’s, that’s my beautiful girl. Ride it out baby, I got you.” He mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses along the curve of skin. 

He only stops pumping into you when your hand pushes him away. Your body is heaving with the effort of breathing, and Miguel watches every second through the mirror. When you finally compose yourself, you nuzzle into his skin. It makes Miguel smile, kissing your hair again before gently lifting you off of his lap and laying you down on the bed. You watch hypnotized as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, humming around them before popping them back out. You whine softly at him, and he chuckles down at you. 

He leaves you on the bed, vanishing into the bathroom before coming back with a towel. It makes your brows furrow, leaning up and your elbows as he begins to clean you up. 

“But… What about you?” You ask, eyes trailing down to his prominent hard-on. 

Miguel follows your line of sight, shaking his head when he looks back up at you. “Don’t worry about it baby, all I care about right now is you.”

His confession makes you melt, letting yourself sink into the bed. His touch is gentle as he cleans you, and he throws the towel to the floor when he’s done. He hovers over you, leaning down to kiss you softly before resting his head against yours. 

“Te amo, mi amor.”

And you know. He always lets you know.

[willes-stolensweater]

top 5 yr scenes?

I really cant choose only five (because the whole show is a masterpiece) but right now i think my top five are:

1- The morning after

They just look so cute and happy, I love them. AND THE LIGHTING . (i need them to have cute moment like this in s3)

2- I love you

I can't even put it into words.

Simon sacrificing what he had stated he needed in s1, agreeing to be a secret just to be with Wille, just minutes before Wille decides to sacrifice something big for Simon (and for himself).

The relief Wille feels as soon as Simon whispered that he loves him gets me every time.

AND THE WAY WILLE DOESN'T LET GO OF SIMON WHEN JAN- OLOF GETS THERE.😭😭😭😭😭

3- The bike scene

I honestly would die just to see wilmon being happy and having fun. Also, i love how how happy Wille looks in this scene. He finally got what he wanted. Or at leas for a an hour or two. He felt normal, he felt like everyone else. And it made him so happy. 😭

Also, the little hand touch makes my heart melt.

4- The football field scene (it had to be said)

It just had to be said, the football field scene is iconic and unforgettable. I love everything about it, the music, the colors, the lighting, EVERYTHING.

And i know it has been said before but i love the fact that Simon is kind of mad at Wille in this scene. Any other show would have made the mistake to make it an unnecessarily romantic scene. And im not saying that its not. It is, but in a very raw and real way.

5- The valentine's ball scene

Honestly, just everything in this scene is fantastic. I love the tension that can be felt between the characters. How Wille was finally ready to accept Simon didn't love him anymore, while Simon was panicking about the thought of loosing Wille forever.

Them kissing after what felt like an eternity, demonstrating that they could never really part ways forever.

The song, and the way Wille looked at Simon with such loving eyes, not even knowing that the song was about him.

Its just perfect.

Tysm for the ask <333

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

Sneaky just like its owner😆, but jeni felt betrayed that the puffskein and him spend time together without her is being overly dramatic

Puffjeni ( @hphm-jeniferltheman ) is really sneaky about going to the Gryffindor Dormitory to kiss Ben

[dear-indies]

you should check out Lea Thompson’s Instagram 😢 I liked her..

what the f*ck tysm for letting me know

caps under the cap

[vanillahub]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? Obviously, I'm heavily influenced by a set list of characters I personally love, which means I come up with a take/portrayal as I delve deeper into the lore. I tend to have a preference for side characters, rather than protags or lore heavy ones, bc of the freedom I get... BUT at the same time I've had numerous muses that carry a lot of weight in their respective franchises (see: Seto Kaiba, Captain Rex, rival Barry, Richter Belmont and Sea Dragon Kanon just to name a few).

I mainly write as canon characters, I genuinely have little to no interest in making or RPing as an OC. At most, I have 1 OC in two out of the RPCs I'm currently part of. Which explains this huge disparity.

is there anything you don’t like to write? My hard nos are Incest, Adult/minor types of relationships. Bodily fluids/toilet stuff and fetish focused RPs. One-liners and really short replies aren't fun for me, sure, they can be fun for crack/joke interactions. But they won't last long. I really love working and expanding on the source material, so RPs for me really need to have that good plotting to back it up. While I'm totally open for exploring darker/taboo subjects (e.g.: adultery, toxic relationships, etc.), they MUST carry weight on the characters and be handled accordingly.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? GIMME ALL THE WEIRD COMBOS TO INTERACT WITH!!! Characters that never met or barely interacted with one another in canon but, they can interact in our RPs!!! My jam is doing worldbuilding and expanding on the source material!!! I also enjoy writing comedy, fluff, romance, slice-of-life, over-arching stories that connect/get refferenced in other threads.

how do you come up with headcanons? I look for plotholes or anything that was barely touched upon, in the source material, and I go off from it. I try establishing connections or make them clearer, to serve as future reference for me and my RP partners. I also love taking influence from other medias I'm into.

do you write in silence or do you play music? I used to be able to multitask a lot easier in the past. Now, I mainly prefer writing in silence. Only in very rare cases, I may play some kind of lo-fi beat or lounge music.

do you plan your replies or wing them? It depends on the thread in specific! Most of them have been plotted out, so I go off what we have laid out. Only in a few cases I try to wing it.

do you enjoy shipping? YES YES. GIMME. However, due to some bad experiences in the past, I'm really picky with platonic and familial stuff (popular fanons my beloathed).

what’s your alias/name? Vani

age?  27

birthday? 19th of July

favorite color?  Purple, blue, white, red-

favorite song?  Tô de pé - Maneva

last movie you watched?  I genuinely can't remember it LOL. It must have been Saint Seiya: Legend of Sanctuary.

last show you watched?  Saint Seiya Omega

last song you listened to? Discoholic - Disco Soul (Mr. Hoosteen's "Disco's Revenge

favorite food?  Pesto Pasta

favorite season?  Summer

do you have a tumblr best friend? Check these fellas out <3

These ppl know me for the longest time Gen ( @gems-of-lirema ), Simone (@unchcsen ) , Shiba ( @celestiialnotes ), Retto ( @245s ), Bobo ( @roleplayersoul ) and Smeargle ( @ofpokemon ) !! Really special mentions to @radi0activesmile, Val and @mxlik you guys will forever hold a v special place in my heart!!

Then I'm always chatting with Ama ( @gwiazdowe ), who genuinely is one of the best ppl I've met!! Honestly, I couldn't feel anymore happier to have met you! Can't forget urs truly Mica, who lives rent-free in my walls LOL. Lea ( @todefendlife ) and Mars own my house smfh.

And also special shout out to folks I've met more recently, but still deserve a place here: @shouxryuuxha / @wayfaringstrangxr / @eternalstarlights / @triko-the-fluffy-artist <3 Love u guys!

TAGGED BY: @mayxthexforce TYSM <3333

TAGGING: Anyone wanting to do this!! Just say I tagged you <3 !

[goatwithaplan]

Here eating your DDS analysis tysm 4 da food

PD: WHY DON'T YOU LIKE VARNANI? WHAT DID SERA MAKE TO YOU?😭

Gracias por ver mi contenido siempre ^^ me encanta que la gente se lea mi basura aunque sea solo mi opinion.

I HATE VARNANI I HATE VARNANI I HATE VARNANI -

okay for real now, its not that I hate Sera but i really think varnani desing is a real disrespect to the cool as shit varuna is, okay so for one SHE HAS HER ASS HANGING OUT, LIKE WHAT???? WHY???? i can stand mouth breast toothy clevage but ass naked is not a desing feature. But also why is she pretty much the same but on pink, why is that the only change they made??? like what??? what kind of complementary desing is that??? is she pink because baby but if baby why bare ass???? but in reality we know she pink because she woman, unga bunga. Im a hater im sorry.

[daily-lea-crosscode]

Just want to say all your Leas are so cute and I want to gently hold them🥺

ahh tysm this message is so nice... <3

you (or the ambiguous gray person) cant hold lea, but coincidentally i found a mini replica, so that works

[acesammy]

i know i shouldnt put any stock in social media interactions with my art but it still is p sad how far insta has fallen. like damn man

[fallenwhumpee]

YEAHHH WELCOME BACK LEA!!! I missed your writing :')) tysm for the food!! Man I love it when characters are haunted, literally or figuratively

:D anon

Glad to be back! You're welcome <3 I also love when characters torture themselves instead of needing an outer force.

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

absolutely cool graphic by @gaylilsherlock

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Tysm @gaylilsherlock for tagging me to share my top 9 characters of this year!

(I am interpreting this as "characters from stuff that I watched/read this year" and not from stuff that was released this year, cause I didn't catch up to lot of new releases I'm afraid)

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Moiraine Damodred from The Wheel of Time

boss ass bitch

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2. Essun from The Broken Earth trilogy by N.K. Jemisin

(got the art from broken-earth.fandom.com/wiki/Essun)

she's problematic 😊💕✨

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3. Léa from The 7 Lives of Lea

fellas is it gay to have sex with a girl if you're a girl stuck in a guy's body for a day?

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4. Sam Obisanya from Ted Lasso

precious. didn't do anything wrong ever.

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5. Drew from Les Normaux by KnightJJ

(read it for free on tapas or webtoon! - srsly go read it! it's so good!!!)

everyone needs a disabled frankenstein-ish asian-latino boy in their lives.

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6. Jang Do-han from The Guardians

(source)

he's unhinged your honor. total psycho 😇

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7. Kei from AKIRA by Katsuhiro Otomo

boss ass bitch 2

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8. Tina Marrero from The Bear

CHARACTER GROWTH 🌼 that's how you do it

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9. Tatsu from The Way of The Househusband

absolute idiot. and the most intense maid. ever.

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Welp! Got to know some pretty cool characters this year!

and you guys know my usual deal, if you see this and you want to play, consider yourself tagged :3

[raisy-archive]

you and lea have the cutest friendship i adore it so much

JAS THIS IS THE CUTEST SWEETEST MESSAGE EVER :’) tysm 🫶🏽

[definitelynotshouting]

Part 3!! This one's really long so i apologise 😭

"The hooks give lumbering chase, streams of water bleeding for the ocean"

- ooh. Firstly, the overall metaphor here is beautiful. Millions of streams and rivers that leas into the ocean, sustaining it yet so insignificant on their own. Grian's only tasting droplets of Mumbo's emotions. Leading on from the water imagery, what's there now is hiding behind a dam with the potential to be a torrent. "Bleeding *for*" highlights this, firstly with "bleeding" referencing how this sustains grian, and "for", directionally and prepositionally, is a reminder of where things are headed (these are the streams Grian is tasting, how long before he devours the ocean?) The word "lumbering" itself exacerbates this; "lumbering" is heavy, like crashing through undergrowth. It gives an impression of clumsiness, and strain. It's a reminder of how starved Grian is, and how his control only lasts so long.

-☀️

"Even half-starved, Grian had been stronger, and he'd delighted in it;"

- The "and he'd delighted in it" HURTS. He's trying to convince himself (and this instance, 'proving') that he will be fine in this state. Half-starved, he's still strong enough to pick his friends up to lovingly inconvenience them. He's even stronger than Mumbo! So that's enough to keep living like this, right? It'll all be fine!

-☀️

"A wave of unexpected heat wells in Grian’s eyes; abruptly, the careful veil of darkness is a blessing, concealing how his vision blurs, how his breaths shake with a new and quivering urgency. The vice around his lungs tightens, cinches shut, and Grian counts backward from ten, until the burn forces him into another shaky exhale."

- man. 🐴

- From my first ask, unreliable narrator-grian back at it: convinces himself his friends hate him and is surprised when they don't! Jokes aside though, fucking OUCH.

-☀️

"Because… it is. This is Grian, in all his splendid glory: a hideous gap in the fabric of the universe; a cold, bloated corpse still bleeding; a knife in the hands of murderers. Cut from a cloth woven of destruction, fear… Mumbo, with all this hapless hope, basks in the memory of nothing more than a tapestry of deceit."

- *gripping you by the shoulders reaction image*

- I just. wow :(((

- Theres so much in here to unpack, but ill try to be concise. 1) "a hideous gap in the fabric of the universe", in his creation, his life as a player was erased, memories taken and implanted into something so completely different. There is a life that once existed, and now it is "a gap", hidden in... something else? If you have someone else's memories are you them? Or just a version (a perversion, as i recall you said once). 2) "a cold, bloated corpse still breathing" woww.. firstly it's a reminder of how the player was erased, and he is simply piloting the "corpse" of someone elses memory. It's like reverse possession. Secondly, it's a testament to his current plan- how he sees himself as a dead man walking- counting the number of days he has left on one hand. 3) the "knife" and the "cloth": he was made by the Watchers to fill their ranks, and as much as he tries to convince himself he *isnt one of them*, that IS how he sees himself; no better than the beings that created him. 4) the Mumbo part. It wasn't all "a tapestry of deceit"!!! The love was real and it's STILL THERE

/POS,,,,, sun anon your commentary always hits. Im so so glad you liked this chapter so much-- its a little funny that the chap i was most worried about quality-wise this time around is the one that seems to be a huge hit with people. Everyone has left SUCH nice comments about it and im really grateful for how sweet everyone is ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 tysm, i love your analysis and commentary a TON, its genuinely a highlight of posting each chapter