#edit: if you saw the typo no you didnt

[sodabranch]

Ummm huhhh um

I made a guy,,, its name is Justice and you can learn more about it in its toyhouse profile <-(HUGE WIP) BUT I won't mind gushing about it on here if someone is interested ¿¿¿???,,, my mental illness is showing im sorry

[spinspoon]

i have been in a very specific Mood recently

[lacunazai]

beast dazai who can't physically keep his hands off you. he has to be touching you at all times, his fingers on your skin and his palms against your clothing. he tells you, "it's dangerous out of my sight." he lies, "it's for your own safety, stay with me." and by the flush on his cheeks and that look of pure desperation in his eyes, he's selfish. and you're his.

[creatingchimera]

[kukekakuningaskris]

pov you're a joker out fan whose favourite recent song is schlager waiting for the release of souvenir pop:

[mikaikaika]

Man Maxo has such cool ideas on the server it is so interesting and engaging to perceive them as a new viewer. He was the one who played chess with Cucurucho and gave us that insanely intense battle, he made Casualones, he started Theory Bros which then evolved into Ordo Theoritas, he was the one who made Sofia, the goddamn ass surgery plot, and now he wants to make a Late Night style talk show. As a person who has never seen his content before, all of these ideas are so so cool and he executes them all with absolute perfection each time. So yeah big big kudos to Maximus and he deserves so so much appreciation.

[science-bastard]

happy pride month! to celebrate, i’ve made the radioactive slime that’s eating away your flesh rainbow!!

[onceinawhilemoon]

Finished the Mycroft’s Pride DLC and you bet I have some thoughts to share. Long read ahead and Spoilers if you haven't 100%-ed the DLC!

Interesting how you can look at the DLC as Mycroft's way of distracting Sherlock from uncovering the past, like if he can't talk him out of it, he might as well distract him as much as he can and hope for a miracle, similar to how Jon distracts him with all the childhood memories and the treasure hunts and challenges. The psychological implications/interpretations of that last one are vast: Sherry is deep down dreading the truth enough that he wants to stall as much as possible, or maybe he realized he missed Cordona so much and wants to spend as much time as possible here before leaving for good, or maybe it's a coming-of-age thing where he sees it as a chance to revisit and relive his best childhood memories and interests before he grows old and out of them, or all the above.

Either way, I really appreciate FW making Mycroft more prominent in Sherlock’s life and depicting him as a parental figure who clearly takes so much pride in having raised him and, in Mycroft's words, shaped him into the fine and productive young man that he is today. Despite all the miscommunication and the bickering and arguing, the only thing that remains solid and unwavering in their turbulent relationship is that Sherlock is Mycroft's pride and joy. (omg look i said the thing)

I lose it every time Sherlock goes into tsundere mode and makes a show out of how much he does NOT want to accept the request.. before he accepts it. He goes “let me guess.. it's urgent and important and lives are at stake and Mycroft’s too busy with his tea parties and keeping the Crown's jewels to do it himself? Alright, give it here. I'll handle it. I'm far better equipped anyway.” like stop you’re killing me with those lmao especially since I'm sure this is a nod to the canon ACD universe where Mycroft is portrayed as lazy and can't be bothered to make his own bed whereas this Mycroft is too diligent for his own good; running multiple operations at the same time and losing agents left and right and probably losing his mind with stress and not to mention the constant worrying over where Sherlock is and what he's doing and what sort of trouble he's got himself into and whether it's serious enough to require intervention. I mean, the man has long earned the right to ask for some help lmao.

Funny thing is, I finished the Muse From Abroad case and unlocked the cabinet of curiosities just before finishing the DLC, so they just had a tense argument and Mycroft stormed off and then sent Sherlock a letter right away asking him to drop everything and pursue one more thing for him, even said it like "consider it a holiday!" and Sherlock was like sheeeeeesh Mycroft and his errands and then, as usual, he went and did the thing anyway.

Like no matter how tsundere he wants to get about it, this man still can't find it in himself to refuse his brother’s requests (for the most part) and I think that's freaking adorable, like don't tell me he doesn't secretly revel in his older brother's "Well done" and “Great work” just like when Mother used to praise him for figuring shit out and Jon said it’d be the happiest Sherlock’s ever been. This boy is still at an age where he craves and cherishes praise. After all, he made up an entire person to be his cheerleader (among other things) and to constantly tell him how great he’s doing and how much he’s proud of him.

I can also see Sherlock begrudgingly agreeing to take Mycroft's requests as him never wanting to miss on a chance to outperform his older brother, and probably even keeps a record to guilt-trip Mycroft into returning him favours, like "remember that one time you sent me to all sorts of ungodly places just to fetch a book? How about when I almost died busting a gang operation for you? See how much you owe me? now give me all the dirt you can on this dude." (the "almost died" is dramatic exaggeration. It was me who almost died fighting the Eels. Sherry on the other hand is a badass I'm sure it was a piece of cake for him lol) I love this headcanon also because him having a little competitive sibling rivalry thing going on with Mycroft is even more adorable, no matter how one-sided it is because I doubt Mycroft cares as long as Sherlock gets the job done and learns a few more tricks of the trade.

And it makes me sad to think this has all probably changed now that their relationship is in a blender dangerously set to start blending on the highest speed...

Anyway, here's the real reason why I made this post:

... to tell you how loud I screamed

(Ngl I was hoping for like a bonus Mycroft cameo at the end or something but THIS made me giddy like a schoolgirl)

But back to serious talk..

Jon said something in the Missing Shopkeeper case when they found the body along the lines of “the ugly reality of being Mycroft's agent,” and I agree. These requests serve to give Sherlock a glimpse into the nasty reality of Mycroft's day-to-day job; he's getting to learn just how grim and dangerous it actually is—that it's not all cushy and royal tea parties and getting to rub shoulders with the rich and powerful as Sherlock would like to think, if only just to poke fun at his older brother's career choices.

I also love how even Mycroft's agents and acquaintances have depth and intrigue and backstories.

Like Ursula Oni, the well-respected chief archivist in City Hall. She's so good at her "other job" that she managed to hide a whole other- other job as a grave robber for a considerable time, so much so that even Mycroft himself (probably) was unaware of her nightly exploits. (For real though, discovering her body genuinely saddned me. She seemed nice enough, and I kept interacting with her every time I was in City Hall hoping she'd give me a quest. Alas..)

There's also Yeasmin, the Cordona Chronicle editor-in-chief, who's not only a hardcore Holmes stan and just here for the tea, but turns out to be the wife of the murdered agent/shopkeeper. And the way she reacts when Sherlock tells her the truth by leaving Mycroft's service is interesting; like there are layers here: there's distrust and resentment toward her boss for hiding the truth from her, indicating that there's limit to Mycroft's elusive and covert methods that his agents won't tolerate, and there's some light shed on how messy things turn out when interpersonal matters become entangled with the professional.

What boggles me is that Mycroft specifically gave the letter about the husband going missing to Yeasmin of all people to deliver it to Sherlock, with strict orders not to read it, and, with total faith in her boss, she complied without asking any questions.

I'm starting to actually consider if this case was a test to see what Sherlock would do and how he'd handle the situation. Will he tell Yeasmin about her husband's death? or keep it from her knowing that Mycroft will never tell her. I mean it's all possible. I mentioned in an earlier ramble how I believe Mycroft carefully researches and chooses the "errands" he sends his brother on beforehand to ensure his safety. Anything could be a carefully planned test.

Quick two cents on In for a Penny:

I wonder why Mycroft has a particular dislike for the Manghir? I assume since it was gifted to him by the governer, it's having to do with how corrupt Sinclair is.

Maybe the governer offered it to him as some sort of lowkey bribe to keep some dirt on him in the ground aka "invaluable help" and Mycroft begrudgingly accepted it because he knew his little brother would be ecstatic to have it among his collection? (or maybe it's just the fact the manghir has a freaking cthulhu head engraved on it and Mycroft’s prophetic big brother senses were itching…)

But yeah, again, Mycroft making time in his overpacked schedule to put together the coin quest for his little brother is the sweetest thing, like I can totally see that being his love language. He knew exactly what kind of things interested Sherlock and what would keep him entertaind (and educated, Mycroft not wasting a single opportunity to subtly train his little brother in espionage is kind of hilarious) I appreciate the mentor-protégé dynamic that FW set for them in this adaptation.

It's a shame that Sherlock never got to finish the coin quest in time before shit hit the storm and they had to leave Cordona for good, thus he never got to have that meeting with Mycroft and report his findings and share what he'd learned, something that Mycroft was looking forward to with great anticipation as he expressed in his quest letter… it would have been a precious bonding moment for them and it's a real shame that they never got to have it...

Anyway, back to the outfits. Look at Jon???

Look at him!!!

More screenshots because I couldn't help myself:

(don't pay attention to Jon's feet clipping through the carpet lmao)

He looks so embarrassed here and I totally get it. Sherry you're so brave I could never wear my sibling’s clothes in good faith. And you look stunning btw.

I wonder if this game also changes your outfit back to default in serious scenes because I would do ANYTHING to see Sherlock confront Mycroft like this. I'm sure the exchange won't suddenly spike to 90 degrees awkward; your brother catches you screwing around in Cordona dressed as him… can't begin to imagine the level of embarrassment.

Anyway, time to run around town and fuck shit up officially. 🕴🕴🕴🕴🕴

[slozhnos]

how do you explain keefe and dex’s relationship without saying “these bitches gay”

[t0ypupevergreen]

Keep thinking about how my partner calls me his husband. It never fails to make my heart flutter. I love them so much. 🥰

[spaceyflowers]

the best panel in ch 427 was ryuhei doing this to gun

[missingn000]

I FINALLY GOT POLLS AND CAN ASK A QUESTION I'VE BEEN WONDERING FOR SO LONG

[aspect-of-moth]

What do y'all think happened to the Coelacanth and the Frilled Shark after the bombs fell

[just-some-random-blogger]

Make You Mine

You make a mess out of everything and your husband makes a mess out of you.

Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, menace to society!otto, smut (cunnilingus, overstimulation), fluff ig?, typos, etc.

A/N: madison beer ahh title. i just want this old man to fuck me so i dont think of anything else. IM SORRY I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD THIS FILTH I HAVE TO GO TO WORK ILL COME BACK TO IT edit: i was too hasty and it didnt post before i left anyway goodnight manila. This is part of my birthday haberdashery

"Lord Hand."

Otto, with his clenched jaw, looks up from his desk upon hearing the door open. Whatever anger he wished to spit out fades when he sees your face. He releases the papers in his hands, the line between his brows softens. He mutters, "Lady Hightower."

He leans back as you walk over. You link your fingers behind you. When you bite your lip, he knows exactly why your here. Still, he asks, "what can I do for you?"

"Do not be cross," you mutter.

He chuckles under his breath. He spreads his legs, eager to play your game, "do not delay then."

His smile slowly flattens when you rapidly ramble. The truth is, your voice is so high pitched and frantic he can hardly make out a word that you were saying. Then of course, you had to start getting red and teary eyed.

"Enough," he mutters.

You do not hear him. You are far to upset by the errors you say you've done that you cannot think of anything else.

Otto speaks your name. And again. Finally, he shouts it.

You jolt, clutching your heart.

He sighs and leans into his hand when your lower lip begins to wobble. He places the same hand on his lap, "come."

You mumble, "you are cross."

"I am not cross."

"You shouted at me."

"You would not listen-"

"I did not mean to-"

Otto silences you by raising a finger.

You gulp and hold your breath. You begin to chew on your lip until it feels sore.

"Come," your husband repeats, "do not actually make me cross by repeating myself."

You release a breath and walk towards him. You sit on his lap, and he immediately wraps an arm around your belly, pulling your back flush against his chest. He brushes his nose against your neck. He inhales your scent and kisses your skin, "now, from the start. What unpardonable crime has my foolish wife committed again?"

You sigh when he kisses the tears off your cheeks. A line forms on forehead as you turn to him to whisper, "do not be cross."

He makes a sound akin to a purr or a growl, "I shall be what I ought to be upon hearing your confession."

You deflate, lowering your head in defeat, "I..." you sniffle, "I... was... embroidering a pattern on one of your worn shirts... I ended up making a new hole."

Otto hums, "mmm. Flogging might be sufficient punishment."

You groan and turn to him.

He raises a brow.

"I am serious, husband."

"As am I," he responds, brushing your hair back, "darling wife." He nods, "continue."

You look away and begin rubbing your hands, "I know you've told not to... but I fixed the papers you left in our chambers. I thought I did them to your taste, but then... I saw some correspondents were out of order and-"

"You stacked my papers out of order," Otto sighs, grabbing your hand, "meddlers lose their fingers, did you know? Your offence will cost you eleven, girl."

You turn back to him, the line between your brows deeper than before.

"Continue," he says, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You pull your hand away and clench your jaw, "Otto."

"Is that al-"

"I spilled wine on your papers!" you blurt, eyes immediately watering, "I spilled your wine as I fixed them, and I tried to get them dry, but then I burnt them, and I tried rewriting what I could remember but I could barely remember what I saw and-

"That's enough."

You clench your jaw at the stern sound of his voice. You muster weakly, "forgive me. I did not mean it-"

"If I left it at our chambers, it was nothing of note," Otto explains, hands resting on your hips.

"But-"

"Do think me so reckless?"

You look at him with your beady eyes before turning away.

"You insult me by believing me thoughtless of my work."

You sigh, turning to him again, "I did not say that."

"Still, here I'm sat, offended," he tilts his head.

You chew your lower lip. Your heart quickens when he squeezes you and he leans in.

"And as Lord Hand, I must exact justice and punish you for it," he mutters against your nape, "on the desk."

You wordlessly stand and lean your hands on his desk.

Otto takes a moment to examine your swift obedience but then he clicks his tongue, "face me, foolish girl."

And so you do. It's slightly challenging, considering Otto did not offer you any space to do so, but you manage. You lean back on your bum and your nails dig into the edge of his wooden desk.

Finally, Otto moves back, chair skidding along with him. He rises to his full height only to drop to his knees. Your stomach instantly rolls, knowing exactly what your punishment will be. You reach for his face, "Otto, ple-"

"Mmm, I do so love it when you beg," he bunches your skirts up, "but it will not save you from my mouth, darling."

You can do nothing but watch and shiver as he rids you of all the fabrics that would hinder his lips from meeting yours. You have to shove your finger against your teeth to stop yourself from making the noises that threatened to rip out of you.

Your body is rigid and unyielding as your husband slots himself between your legs. Your toes curl as you try to find your footing, but then his hand comes to your belly and he pushes you back, urging you to sit back. The desk skids slightly at the force.

Your mouth drops as you sit yourself on his desk. Your expression twists and an guttural sound rips from your throat when he lifts your legs and drapes it on his shoulders.

You scratch down his scalp and tangle your fingers into his hair. He moans when you begin tugging at his roots. His hot hands trail up to the most sensitive part of you. You nearly fall back when he squeezes your inner thighs before parting them.

His tongue for easier access this way. Soon, he could feel a mix slick and dribble streaming down his chin. The combined heat of his breath and brush of his nose against your clit made your skin feel like it was on fire. His nails bite in your flesh and his teeth give you the faintest of grazes. His cheeks brush against you and the feel of his fear against your sensitive skin only heighten your arousal.

With all the combined sensations, it's not long until you reach your peak. You cannot sustain any form of silence as searing pleasure seizes your body.

Otto wrings out every shiver and every moan. He drinks in every drop of nectar you offer him and hungers to take in more. He does not relent until your noises sound weary. Just as you feared, he pushes your thighs apart when you try closing them.

You whine and yank at his hair. Failed attempts of asking for respite leave your lips. You gulp and sigh, "Otto-" but you only end up squealing when he begins prodding you deeper with his tongue.

Peak after peak washes over you until you're breathless and delirious. You melt against the desk, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You are left spineless and dumb. You don't even know how many times he makes you come with his tongue, but you do know you cannot possibly come another time.

But he makes you, so you do, and you can do nothing but whine about it as tears fog your eyes.

You are so out of it that when a knock comes upon the door, only Otto hears it. He lifts his head from your thighs, face glistening with slick.

You gulp and breath in a sigh of relief, weakly lifting your head up at the sight of him. Your mind is hazy, and gods you were exhausted, but you could not deny the way your stomach rolled at sight of his face, beard all wet with you.

The knock comes again, and this time a voice follows, "Lord Hand?"

"What is it?" the Hand snaps, evidently irritated.

The man behind the front door hesitates, fidgeting with the letter in his hand, "I have a correspondence from-"

"Is it important?" Otto snaps once more.

"Quite."

"..."

"..."

"My lord. Shall I g-"

"Come in."

The door to the office of the Hand opens. The man holding the letter beholds the Hightowers— Otto's eyes are fixed on his wife who was stood before him. You are wiping his beard with a handkerchief. The Lord's hands are fixed on your waist as he mutters something.

Very quickly the man realizes he's interrupted something.

"Important?" Otto turns to him, softened features immediately hardening. He reaches a hand out.

You swipe off the remaining sheen on your husband's chin before pulling away.

The man hands Otto the letter, "from the Lannisters."

Otto rolls his eyes, taking the letter before turning back to you, "we will finish this later. I expect you to serve me my dessert at supper."

You clear your throat but it does not stop the way your face burns, so you turn to your feet.

Your husband grabs your hand when you try to walk off without a response. He raises his brows at you, "yes?"

You clench you jaw and nod slowly, "of course, my lord."

Otto kisses the back of your hand before releasing you.

[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ COFFEE STAINED SHIRT

prompt— couples truth or drink with bf gojo satoru. (WC: idk) pairing— gojo satoru x fem!reader warnings— MINORS DNI! not proofread, fluff, maybe ooc gojo, typos, suggestive, maybe more im missing. a/n— these videos get me through boring days lol, i love these and yeah MINORS DNI. gojo’s questions are in blue and yours are in purple

“ are we already recording orr… ” satoru’s blue eyes squint at the camera crew who put up their thumbs as a yes now start the video.

YN : “ hi. my name is yn ln! ”

GOJO : “ and im satoru gojo, and this is truth or drink couples edition! ”

“ how long have you two been together and how did you meet up? ”

a sly smirk rolled onto satoru’s lips causing you to groan outloud. “ well if you insist~ she actually spilled coffee on my white shirt that i gifted myself for my own birthday! and 2 1/2 years ”

“ it didnt even look expensive ”, she mumbled under her breath, a few staff giggled

GOJO : “ what? ”

YN : “ nothing anyways.ill go first! ”

a small chuckle escaped her lips, “ oh wow starting off stong. okay what is your favorite part of my body ” her eyes deadpanned to the camera “ i already know what he is gonna say, and its gonna be my ass and boobs .”

GOJO : “ wrong its your heart, i love the way it beats and brings me comfort ”

the silence was evident, gojo tried not to laugh causing little hee hee tee hee slip out. you stared at the camera blank expression.

GOJO : “ it is your boobs and ass though. ” a wide smile plastered on his face

“ have you liked any of my friends? ” satoru happily placed the card down staring beams against you, you hesitated at bit your hand rested against the cup, “ see! she only had eyes on me—“

you took a shot eyes squinting at the bitter and hot aftertaste lingering on your tongue

GOJO : “ WHAT ?? ” “ WHO?? WHAT ??? ”

YN : “ nope i took a shot im not saying shit! ”

GOJO : “ …do any of them know..? ”

YN : “ well i wanna say both of them. ”

GOJO : “ BOTH? AS IN TWO?? ”

you cleared your throat “ anyways, what were your first impressions of me ”

GOJO : “ i thought you were really cute especially when you apologized after spilling the coffee on my shirt.. ”

YN : “ is that it? ” you smiled at how sweet he thought of you

GOJO : “ …and that i wanted to fuc— “

YN : “ OKAY OKAY FUCK. NEVERMIND I ASKED. JUST GO. ” your face turned red flipping off satoru who blew you a kiss

“ what is the one thing you wouldnt change about me? ” satoru rested his head in his hand kicking his feet from under the chair

YN : “ your beautiful big blue eyes. ”

GOJO : “ i was expecting you to say like my big dick or something but awww ”

you kicked his foot under the table “ yeah i guess i love that too. ”

GOJO : “ no no you do love it, you tell me all the time ”

“ okay shut up satoru. how many people did you have sex with while we were talking? ”

GOJO : “ zero, after you spilled that coffee on my shirt i only wanted you. ”

“ whats the meanest thing you said about me to your friends? ” gojo smiled, “ it cant be that bad ”

you sighed taking a shot, debating if you should pour yourself another shot.

GOJO : “ okay im hurt ” he exclaimed dramatically,

YN : “ you may of not had sex with other girls when we were talking but you flirted with them toru. ”

GOJO : “ ..hey i said i was sorry! ” his pout was evident

“ if you could change one thing about me what would it be? ”

GOJO : “ nothing. ”

YN : “ all quick.. ”

“ me or peeta mellark? ”

YN : “ both? ”

GOJO : “ no pick thats not fair! “

YN : “ okay well you obviously! i love my boyfriend more than some fictional man.. ” you looked over at the camera ans whispered peeta mellark,

GOJO : “ HEY I SAW THAT NO NO— “

“ have you ever faked an orgasm? ”

YN : “ no. ”

GOJO : “ im just that good ladies never settle for anything lower! ” he winked at the camera

“ have you ever thought of breaking up with me or taking a break? ”

GOJO : “ honestly once i did, but that was just because my job is so demanding i didnt want you to constantly be alone waiting for me ”

“ would you of dated me STILL if i had a child with another women? ”

YN : “ oh hell yeah i would, kid no kid it dont matter to me ”

“ what is my biggest flaw? ”

YN : “ you are very cocky and some times act like nobody can touch you or you think youre alone basically. ”

GOJO : “ well..damn ”

YN : “ its okay i still love you ”

“ have you every considered having an open relationship? ”

GOJO : “ i have thought about it BUT i don’t like the idea of open relationships. whats the point of being im a relationship if you are going to date another person? it doesn’t make me feel right either.. ”

YN : “ okay good cause i would’ve killed you if you said yes. ”

“ whats the nicest thing you’ve said about me to your friends? ”

GOJO : ww had meanest so obviously we need the nicest now spill.

YN : okay well, this was when we were in our talking stage. i already knew he liked me but i was trying to figure out my feelings and he waited for me and was so supportive. i think i cried and ranted to my friends about him the next day—

GOJO : i mean nobody should pressure nobody into a relationship

YN : see ladies NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS KEEP THOSE EXPECTATIONS HIGH.

GOJO : in the wise words of taylor swift “in a world of boys hes a gentleman!”,

YN : since when did you know tswift…

GOJO : …

“ if i was a leech would you still love me? ”

GOJO : “ aww yes, id put a cute little bow on you! ”

YN : “ really? id love a glitter bow— “

GOJO : “ i would keep you on my arm ans let you suck the shit out of me— “

YN : “ okay bye this video is over. MAKE SURE LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE— ”

GOJO : “ WHAT ALREADY? I WAS JOKING WAIT PLEASE, ”

A/N: :3 gojo :3