#h o l y s h i t

[torrtimandi]

Justice for Les Inrockuptibles

[zhongrin]

CEO ZHONGLI (If you know then you know where this was inspired from 😁)

CEO Zhongli who's playing cards with some associates betting lots of mora each game until said associates leave empty hand and pissed off that they couldn't beat Zhongli and lost hundreds of thousands of mora to him too then there's you his lovely little assistant who's so good at doing whatever he asks of you 😏, after escorting the angry associates out decided to have a small chat with your boss maybe even suggesting a game or two of cards using the same chips they were playing with he's hoping to put you in a little trouble just to see your reaction only to later on discover that it was a bad idea to play with those chips as they were not the ones you see when playing in casinos he had these specially made for his games each one is at least worth a hundred thousand and up then Zhongli thought of an idea saying

"Why don't we make a small bet shall we"

"What kind of a bet do you have in mind"

You replied think what could go wrong

"Well then how about the loser have to do anything the winner wants"

"Anything"

"Anything they want"

With that the game started with you winning 2 rounds

"I see your not bad at all did you perhaps played before I always have the impression that you didn't"

"Yes a couple of times with some friends"

The game only went down hill from here, to him winning every round one after the other until the final round where you thought you had the upper hand

"Didn't get a good hand I suppose"

"I'm not so sure about that I think I might have a great hand actually"

"Well too bad I hope it's enough to beat a straight flush baby"

"Yes too bad for you actually I have a royal flush"

Staring in disbelief eyes wide jaw slack you asked

"H-how did you"

"I have my ways in making people think I got a bad hand and just fell right into baby now then about my reward from that bet we made"

Before you even utter a word his lips is right on yours kissing you with so much love and lust that it left you breathless

"Now what I want from you is to strip put on a show for me"

Letting out a breathless 'yes sir' as you strip yourself of your blouse, skirt and lingerie that Zhongli bought for you

"I see you are wearing my favorite pair perhaps you were wanting this from the very beginning then for me to fuck you, to ravage you in the most savage ways possible but before that I want you to not make a single sound that means no moaning, whining, groans or gasps but I suppose if it's a breathless inhale or exhale it won't count then but if you do then you'll be punished"

His fingers running along the curves of your body one hand toying with your chest while the other trails lower and lower finally reaching their destination rubbing slow tight circles on your clit then to dip down with feather light strokes teasing your pussy lips then back up to your clit and hearing him mutter about you being so wet that it's dripping down his hand and onto the floor just from his simple teasings, squirming in his hold trying your best not to let out a single sound just from his teases only for it to stop you were about to ask why when he said more like growled

"I want you to bend over the table right now I'm going to fuck you hard and rough so better not let a single sound out got it"

Nodding as you bend over the table like he order only for him to thrust balls deep into you almost letting out a moan just from him being inside of you

"Oh what was that I heard just now we're you about to moan"

With every word he spoke he punctuates them with his thrusts going harder each time

"Oh still not letting a sound out what if a go even harder faster like this"

The sounds of skin slapping skin and the squlishing sound of your pussyhole taking his cock could be heard louder than before prompting you to let the moans you've been hold down

"Ah there it is let them out ye-fuck so tight around me fuck"

"Please I wanna cum please please please let me cum" you begged whorishly

"Then cum for me while I grind into your g-spot yes make a mess all over me and the table yes that's right cum for me yes fuck I'm cumming"

Growling out that sentence while shooting his thick creamy load into stuffing you full that it's leaking out of you in thick pools on the floor

"So...so good~~"

"Oh don't think we're done yet you still have to be punished for letting out those sounds my little cumslut we've only just begun"😈

Next up is incubus Zhongli I'm almost done with it just adding the final touches hehehe 😏

WAIT WAIT WA IT THIS IS AZERU'S CEO ASMR PLOT OH F U KC NOW IM GONNA ASSOCIATE THAT WITH ZHONGLI WHENEVER I LISTEN TO IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FROTHING CRYING SHAKING BEGGING WHINING ON MY KNEES SIR DO YOU NEED A SUGAR BABY AND A COCKWARMER-

someone stop sheepy they're trying to kill me

[wheresmulder]

TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY I'LL BE IN NYC FOR D'ARCY'S PLAY?????????????

[1-800-oatberry]

gotdamn, 3 nights together, sleeping curled around eachother, practicly naked, ive never been more comfortable with my body, ive never been more comfortable in someones arms

first night back home, sleeping alone, was so hard to fall asleep and so hard to stay asleep

not to be dramatic, but i yearn to be in his bed again

[frombands]

they're all sitting on white little plastic chairs in the waiting room, it's weirdly reminiscent of that night so many years ago. except this time, they're not here for some kid he barely knows. this time, they're here for his best friend, his other half, his soulmate.

he doesn't know how long it's been, he stopped trying to keep track of the time a long time ago. he doesn't know how long it's been until finally a doctor is coming out to talk to them, he doesn't really pay attention to anything that's being said. the words coming out of his mouth sound distant and far away. he doesn't pay attention to the gasps he hears from beside him, doesn't pay attention to much until finally the doctor stops speaking and that's when he stands.

"okay, so, can we go see her now?" he asks, he doesn't know what room she's in, but he's sure they'll tell him.

a sympathetic look crosses the doctor's face. "sir ... i don't think you're quite understanding me, your friend, she's-" he doesn't let the doctor get any further than that, shaking his head quickly. "look, i don't have time for this, can you just tell me what room she's in so i can go see her please?"

he feels a hand touch his shoulder, hears a whisper of his name, and that's when he turns to face nancy. her wide, blue, eyes are brimming with tears and there's that same sympathetic look on her face. "steve ... sit down, please. you can't - you can't go see her."

but steve just rips his shoulder out of her grasp, scowling as he does. "bullshit i can't go see her." he turns back to the doctor now. "take me. you take me to go see her right now, or i swear to god i'll cause a scene."

the doctor lets out a sigh, and he's still wearing that same goddamn expression. "i'm really sorry, but i can't do that. her parents have already arranged for her to be taken to the-"

and steve cuts him off again, shaking his head quickly. "no ... no you shut up, okay? you just - you need to shut the fuck up. i -" he looks around, and they're all looking at him like that and they won't stop. "all of you need to shut up, you're all wrong. you're wrong. everything is - she's fine, robin's fine. she's not - she just, she just took a little tumble. she does that all the time, she always falls, she's a klutz, it's nothing new. and we'll laugh about it in a few days because she's fine, she's fine, she's fucking fine and i-"

and he tries to ignore the tears in his eyes, tries to ignore the way his chest is heaving, tries to ignore the way it feels like his whole entire world has fallen out from under him. because if accepts any of that, it means admitting the truth, admitting that she's -

but then joyce is approaching him, and she's cupping his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and pulling him into her arms. and he can't hold back the tears anymore and he's sobbing, full on sobbing into her shoulder in the middle of the waiting room and he can't seem to stop repeating "she's fine" over and over into joyce's words, just wanting to will the words to be true.

after that though, he doesn't really remember anything. doesn't really remember the next few days, doesn't even really remember her funeral. which he knows is bad, but there's also a part of him that's relieved he doesn't, because maybe if he doesn't he can convince himself that none of this is real. that's all just some big, fucked up, dream.

but sadly, it's not, and life goes on, and he tries, he really does to keep going. to get through life without her. but it's so, so, damn hard. when he wakes up in the middle of the night and he can't breathe and can't just call her number and have her talk him through it. when he looks over into the passenger seat of his car and she's not there. he quits family video a week after her funeral and doesn't bother looking for another job, he knows he'll need one eventually, but it doesn't feel right working without her. he cries when nancy and jonathan graduate and she's not there too. he cries when he goes to get mcdonald's in the morning and automatically gets her order without even thinking about it. he cries when her parents bring him a box of all the stuff he'd left at her house or she'd stolen from he. he cries when he gets his first ever tattoo in honor of her, a little robin on his wrist.

he cries when he goes to visit her, every single day without fail. he drives up to the cemetery and sits in front of her grave and he talks for hours. tells her everything he can, tells her everything she's missed, keeps her caught up on everyone's lives. and he tells her, tells her how he misses her so much. more than he's ever missed a single person in his life ever. how it feels like a part of him is constantly missing. how he doesn't know how he's supposed to do any of this without her. and how he loves her, he loves her probably more than he's ever loved anyone, and he's never going to stop. and then he'll end the visit with a kiss to her headstone and a promise that he'll be back tomorrow.

and of course, eventually, he does learn to get through every day without it being so painful. the tears become less frequent and his smiles show up more often. but, it's also obvious to anyone who knows him, that he's just not quite the same. his smiles don't reach his eyes, there's an air about him, an almost heaviness that he carries with him everywhere he goes, it never seems to fade. and to those that don't know him, just talking to him, it's obvious there's something missing from he, that's not as complete as he's supposed to be. and if asked, he'll give a smile, one that almost does reach his eyes, and take the opportunity to talk about the greatest person he's ever known.

my muse is dead, tell me how your muse is dealing with it.

[actressposts]

[staringamassivemistakeintheface]

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP NOW?!

Idk if you were on Pearl’s stream yesterday, but when chat mentioned boatem she laughed and said keep your eyes out for Friday. Like she was really cracked up about it AND I AM LOSING IT

HUHHHHHH

oh my godddddd

dude,,,, if boatem in life series...... hold on i gotta tell bee about this oh my god

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[tagerrkix]

[luxmoogle]

Your bio says you can be bribed with lux, but what about 13 postcards I found randomly? Would you take those?

..THIRTEEN????

[aprylynn]

@jiminsproof

Jimin Set me free Pt2

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[wheresmulder]

I

Booked

My

Flight

To

NYC

To

See

D'Arcy Carden

On

Broadway

[coff33andb00ks]

I'm supposed to hate the guy that asks a small child consent for a high five???

fuck outta here

[csyakult]

✻ ⌣ 🦦 ˚ 𖤛

[clownsuu]

Are they friends? Frenemies? Oh, who knows!

LMAOOO c l a s s i c Mob!Barnaby behavior