#hooooly shit this game man.

[syringaledraws]

Small Mouthwashing sketchpile feat. The Beloveds

[yakool-foolio]

If the Professor's waxwork model has been returned, hopefully we'll be able to see what it looks like! If the model was always going to be returned even without the ransom, then what was the true purpose of it being stolen, I wonder? My best guess is that it served as a distraction... WAIT GAME THEORY: WAS ASMAN THE PROFESSOR? The killer could've used the model as a nonliving body double for Asman and nobody would be able to tell the difference if they couldn't find the model.

Well, he may be headless, but he's no horseman. Damn Enoch, the stress must've really gotten to ya for your hair to turn all white. SHOLMES FEED YOUR KID JEEZ LOUISE! A thick shard of glass, hm? Like it came from, I dunno, THE CRYSTAL TOWER? My theory very well may be correct, huzzah!

Hooooly shit that's a Hellhound if I've ever heard of one. Sounds incredibly brutal, me likey the grim implications (Blank Week enthusiasts where ya at?). 'The Great Departed Soul' has a double meaning; the 'resurrection' of both Kazuma and The Professor. OH so it was the stress, forgive me Enoch for my joke I was actually /srs.

Unfortunately my friend group had to stop early for tonight cause of technical difficulties, but we're gonna try to catch up to speed tomorrow night. As compensation, have some extra miscellaneous TGAA thoughts of mine (mostly music related cause I can't help myself).

So if Klint's spirit is The Reaper, then there could be some unchecked wrath not just directed at his killer, but perhaps defendants as a whole? Thinking with ghost logic here, ghosts tend to remain on the mortal plane whenever they have unfinished business, such as when their death is unjust and their killer is still walking around a free man. So if The Professor is indeed still alive, then that would be a good reason as to why Klint's spirit seems to follow his younger brother around. The motive Klint's spirit could have in causing the deaths of the defendants prosecuted by Barok might be due to unkempt rage of his own killer still being at large, unbeknownst to most of London. He's not taking any chances at letting other potential killers go free, so he effectively curses them with a curt death so they won't harm anyone else. Klint might also not know what his killer, The Professor, looked like, so he's basically doing the ghost equivalent of firing randomly into a crowd of suspicious-looking individuals. This is all just taking the idea of a ghost causing all these deaths literally so uhhh a thick layering of salt is needed to properly ingest this take. I apologize for your high blood pressure after this.

In my escapades of assigning lawyers n prosecutors Monster Hunter themes, I've made an exception and want to give Sholmes Ruby Basarios' theme. It one of the very few consistently happy-go-lucky sounding monster themes in the whole series, which fits him being the comedic relief while also having a few off-kilter bits much like Sholmes' actual theme to showcase his roundabout way of deducting. It also features some tap dancing-esque percussion, which I love associating with the dance of deduction.

I absolutely love how Adjudication (how the track's named on Spotify is what I go off of) sounds almost like a waltz. It really evokes the feeling of the dance of death--Danse Macabre--between the lawyer and the prosecutor. It's a delicate balance of life and death any way ya look at it. One misstep could lead to your dance partner cracking their head against the floor. And we don't want anyone else to end up with a serious case of amnesia here, right?

Whisper On The Breeze by TWRP is such an Asoryu song it makes me melt. The Great Departure is all the more bittersweet to me because of it. Like hoo man these lyrics:

(To Whom It May Concern - @raymondshields)

[juicesnatcher]

For the past couple of days, I've been playing Shovel Knight for the first time. Hooooly shit man. Kaufman went off EXTRA for this game's ost. Felt like trying to make an SNES style version of my favourite track.

[felixwaffling]

Totally different vibe but I'm gay and thinking so much about him. This post might get nsfw, folks.

I'm smitten. Sure we have our problems, I mean, of course we do, he's dating ME- But FUCK, man. It's like how I felt with Alex except Victor is a good person who actually loves me. He's way stronger than me, which makes me SHAKE bro. He could hurt me if he wanted to, but he's so nice. He calls me things that have me on my fucking knees.

Like. Hooooly shit I can't wait til I get a chance to meet him in person bc when I say I'm gonna do whatever he wants... I MEAN WHATEVER. Like. I will be incapable of saying no. I will be pathetic.

Imagine if we meet in a bar and I get super drunk and kiss him dude that- HGJDHDBFHFHD.

I want him. I want him ON ME. I legit- like. I'm acespec, sex repulses me, the thought of being touched is so scary, but like I'd let him be all over me if he actually wanted me. I'd let him do ANYTHING.

I am so fucking attracted to this guy, and we have so much in common that some days we do nothing but play video games for literally the whole day together... We play almost every night and he puts up with my drunk nonsense, he doesn't complain <333

I wish I could tell him about the shit I'm into bc the only way this could get better is if I get proper dominated man I'm- I'm weak, I'm small, I like hiding behind people and letting them make all the decisions. I'm a dog for this man. I'm property.

FUCK I am drunk rn and if any of my friends find this I'm going to be humiliated beyond belief, they don't-

Nobody knows how much I want this man to fuck me and it weighs heavy, like, I don't even think he knows how I'd kill for him to both absolutely wreck me AND baby me.

Bc on one hand. I'm a little baby. I'm pure. I'm innocent. Treat me like a little goober and hold me and. IDK FUCK MAYBE I JUST HAVE DADDY ISSUES BC I THINK IM ASKING FOR A DILF-

... but on the other hand, I'm a bad person, I'm the worst, I'm whatever villain you need me to be just PLEASE put me in my fucking place I *WANT* you to punish me I'm like literally asking for it, I'm doing shit that gets on ur nerves bc I wanna be RAILED man I WOULD BE SO MUCH LESS ANNOYING IF YOUD JUST SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL AND BREAK ME WHEN IM A LITTLE BITCH

HhHh.

I still can't believe I'm saying all this shit

I'm beyond wasted. Like. Intoxicated moreso than usual. Typing this so far has taken an HOUR and I got sad halfway through out of humiliation and went to write that first post. But even through all the drinking, all I can really think about is being pinned to his bed 👉👈,,,

,,, it's not just sex either bc I want kisses. Neck kisses. Like. Damn. I want him to hold me from behind. I want to cling to him. Hide my face against him. If he touched my face I would do the fucking meme thing and refuse to let go of his hand. I want to snuggle against him and just. Disappear for a while.

.... I want to cry myself to sleep in *his arms* instead of on my own. I hug my pillows and try desperately to pretend they're him. I see him when I fall asleep, when I'm alone, when I'm sad... when I'm fucking suicidal the thing that stops me is that then I'd have to wait who KNOWS how long for him to live out his own life, and that I might have to watch him fall in love with someone else (the worst thing ever)

If. If I ever lost him idk what I'd do because fuck dude. He's everything. Victor is my world. I want to meet him.

.... I also want him to control every aspect of my life and tell me what to do bc without guidance I drown. Ppl might think it'd be toxic, but I think I need that in my life. I hate making decisions. I want to sit quietly and let him think, bc I'm bad at thinking, and thinking overwhelms me. I want him to hide me behind him and be the one to handle the world so that I can just be *his.*

UGH. THIS IS THE HORNIEST, SAPPIEST FUCKING POST IVE EVER MADE EVER.

[babydrummer]

hellooo ,,, (evil smirk)

i’m so very curious as to what rainworld is as i’ve only been exposed to it through tumblr and tumblr alone; and to be frank it looks very intriguing and very confusing. ok basically what i’m saying is that if you wanna infodump abt rainworld onto me.. please do i’m a little lost

OH MY GOD MOOR you've activated my trap card i am legally obligated to ramble about rainworld. alright. SO

rain world lore is very. VERY vague and cryptic. even i don't know the whole story n i used to be obsessed with this game so i may or may not be getting this all wrong. but here's the jist.

thats you. you are a slugcat. a fucked up little guy half goop and half kitty. you just happened to be exploring the world with your lovely little slug family when WOOPS it started raining real bad and you accidentally got separated. now you're alone. and at the very bottom of a very brutal food chain.

the world you inhabit is INCREDIBLY FUCKED. essentially, no one here can die. ever. you exist inside a horrible cycle of death and rebirth. it sucks. if you get eaten you wake up the next day just fine. kill the annoying predator lurking outside your den? he's fine. this continues for forever (probably.)

a billion or so years before you existed, there were these people(?) called the architects (? i think?) and they really wanted to die. they had built a great utopian society blah blah blah and now they wanted to die. so they built these MASSIVE computers called iterators and were like "heyyyy lol. please figure out a way to kill us. please"

and the iterators (who are sentient by the way) were like "okay bet" and got to work thinking. but the architects got really bored of waiting and kept searching for their own way to die and eventually, they FOUND SOMETHING. at the very bottom of the world there was this weird substance known as void and if you jumped into it you WOULDN'T BE REBORN.

the architects were like "hooooly shit we're fucking free" and a lot of them jumped in. but turns out the Void has a TERMS AND CONDITIONS. turns out there's this thing called karma and i have no clue how it works but if you had too much / too little karma the Void would spit you back out as a weird eldritch creature cursed to never live or die again.

the architects were mildly freaked out by this and no one really knew how to deal. they kept the iterators running to try and figure out an alternative to jumping into the Void but eventually the architects were like fuck it and killed themselves via void anyway.

a billion years passed. probably. i dont know. but in that timeframe, the iterators made a group chat (im not kidding) between like the 8(??? i forgot how many) of them and were like "heyy lol you guys made any progress on figuring out how to die" "nope lol." this continued for a while.

BUT THEN SUDDENLY. one of the iterators was like "HOLY SHIT I FIGURED IT OUT" and then fucked died. and everyone else was like "HOOOOLY SHIT?????" but no one else could figure it out. and this kinda spurred the iterators on a little more (i think.)

eventually this is where YOU come in. you meet two of the iterators, Looks to the Moon and Five Pebbles, (yes they have strange names dont worry about it they dont mean anything) and while Moon is too run down to properly communicate (in the normal route), Pebbles is like "man lol i don't know what you want you fucking cat weirdo. if you wanna die there's this void thing i guess."

so you saunter your goopy ass down to the void and jump in. and die. and you have a vision of your family. all is well in the world (?????????)

AND THAT'S JUST THE BASICS FOR THE NORMAL ROUTE. THERE ARE FOUR MORE. AND THEY'RE ALL STUPIDLY COMPLICATED. I LOVE IT.

also the reason rain world is called rain world is because every now and then it rains so bad it floods the entire world. it turns out that rain is coming from the iterators. they are apparently SO BIG that the water they use to cool themselves evaporates into CLOUDS THAT CAUSE FLOODS.

also in one section of the game you get to crawl through their systems and eat their neurons. which is cool.

[definitelynotshouting]

OK! ANON HERE WITH THE FIRST ROUND OF ANALYSIS/SCREAMING INTO THE VOID. (I have more quotes but i dont want to overwhelm you and do them all at once)

-☀️

"This fantasy carries him through the rest of the night, past false dawn and into the early onset of staccato birdsong. Grian stares blearily at the bleeding warmth creeping in through the window; gentle golden hands that march over the floorboards and press their palms against the walls. They're less frenetic than the moonlight had been— the shadows here are dappled, innocent things, splaying over stripped bark and playing in the whorls within planks. They breathe depth into this tiny, wooden box, shifting slowly under daylight's cautious curve into the sky, until scintillating rays curl like shackles around his wrists."

- the word choice in this is just so masterful. It's so TENSE, Grian's emotions and thoughts are a complete mess, and this is mirrored even in how you describe the environment. It feels like nothing is safe, which is brilliant, because Grian's currently driving through life on a cord as thin as silk. Its the way even the birdsong is frantic and unsafe "staccato". The "gentle" hands that harden to "march" and "press". Things start out kindly, and then the words become harsh and cold, and this just perfectly reflects how mistrustful Grian is. Nothing makes sense to him; everything is out to get him.

-☀️

"Grian snorts without meaning to, then claps a hand over his mouth, something ugly coagulating in his heart. He doesn't deserve this kind of laughter, this reluctant amusement simmering in his chest. It burns him from the inside out, scorching the back of his throat; hot coals between clenched teeth. Grian inhales embers, exhales ash, and summons every spare ounce of willpower at his disposal to keep his voice from shaking."

- Oh, this. This hurts so much. I can talk about how bird boy's mental state is so poor he's even depraving himself of laughter, and how this is an extension of how he started out starving himself of food, then sleep, now laughter. The fire imagery here is so potent as well. He's burning himself from the inside out, which i feel like is such good imagery for what is actually happening: his code breaking apart. Mans IS literally coming apart from the inside. Ough

-☀️

"It's a pretty effect; it makes Grian's gut plummet all the way down to his lap."

- CRYING CRYING CRYING

- They know each other so well. Grian and Scar learnt each other's tells under the desert sun. He understands how tension and anger and sadness plays on Scar's face and body language when theyre in the games, and in those games everyone's emotions are caused by grian. But now theyre not even in the games and all grian can see is how HIS existence is hurting the people he loves most

-☀️

That's all im going to do for now. Thank you for tearing out my heart and smashing it on the pavement <3

(Also idk if you want me to leave an anon identifier? Maybe i can just stick with the ☀️ if no one else has taken it?)

HEY ANON. WHAT IF I CRIED AND SOBBED AND WEPT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO !!!!!!!! /POS /POS /POS!!!!!!! LOSING MY MIND RN IM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR SO EXCITEDLY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE DAY

hooooly shit i cannot thank you enough this is so kind and wonderful and just!!!!!! listen i LIVE for people analyzing my writing bc i try to put SO MUCH into it, as much as i can possibly cram without oversaturating, and to see people pick up on this stuff is like being handed an immaculately wrapped present every single time. This is truly making my mind go crazy im so fucking happy rn oh my gods, thank you so much this is such an incredible treat

Im not sure if the sun emoji has been taken or not (i think i had another one a long time ago???? but im not sure if you're the same one or not djehdjdjr) but!!! Absolutely feel free to leave an emoji identifier, whatever you want!! :D i rlly enjoy seeing regulars in the inbox so absolutely feel free to do that if ur comfortable!!!!!

[rhywhitefang]

This year I didn't read as much outside of work as I usually do, but I still wanted to do a wrap up of my favorite books of 2023! :)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins - This one had been sitting on my shelf since it came out back in 2020, but the movie finally made me actually pick it up and read it and hooooly shit did I not regret it. Suzanne Collins is a genius, and she's *tired* of people missing the point of her series 10/10, reignited my already pretty strong Hunger Games obsession

Revolting Prostitutes: The Fight for Sex Worker's Rights by Molly Smith and Juno Mac - I strongly believe that everyone should read this book. Pretty cliche thing to say about nonfiction, I know, but with this one I really mean it. All the information and every argument is laid out extremely clearly and precisely, while never losing any of the nuances. If you want to start learning about the sex worker movement, I highly recommend reading this.

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia - Man, I really need to read more books by this author because every single one I pick up is just so expertly crafted. This is just an extremely well done gothic horror book, with a super compelling protagonist and themes of colonialism and identity that are really nicely woven into the story.

Common Strange Behavior by Scarlett Barnhill - I stumbled onto this indie title completely by accident and I don't regret this at all. Normally, I'm not that into super hero tales - especially not nowadays - but this punk rock exploration of the genre really stood out as an exception for me. It's fast paced and fun while also being just filled with kindness and hope and empathy.

Any Other Name by Alex Nonymous - Another little indie title :) This one is a loose Rumplestilskin retelling with a lot of angst and queer themes. It really captured the fairytale athmosphere and I just totally devoured it

Some runners up for me include: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle and Locklands by Robert Jackson Bennet

[afarcry5fromstraight]

for the fruits and veggies ask game:

🍎🍒🍉🥭🍋🥑🥝🍇

<3 <3 <3

Oh man this has been far too long, I'm sorry <3 Wrapping up a move and this has been such a pleasant escape. Thank you!

🍎  Who does your OC value above all else? 

Her younger brother. He passed away when she was 15, he was 9.

🍒 Who is your OC’s perfect companion?

Osric! He’s a Red Fox kit given to Chloe in an attempt to coax her out of a suffocating depressive swing after her K9 was mauled to death. [this whole intro is actually almost done now and I’m very excited!].

🍉 What will your OC take to the grave?

She was the one who started the fire.. though she didn’t know he was in the house when she started it. 

🥭 What colors best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favorites?

Green stands largely for the logician side of Chloe's brain. Boredom is fucked- filling the space is sometimes considered a “morally grey area”, whatever that’s supposed to entail anymore.  

Green is actually her favorite color, but she’ll be damned if she ever admits that. It's because it's a great color- not because it reminds her of anyone's - anything-. She's always liked green. It's a coincidence, and people need to shutthefu- red. Her favorite color is red. 

🍋 What is their kryptonite / ultimate weakness? 

Chloe has never and probably will never actually trust herself with anything, most especially her own emotions.

🥑 What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad? 

Bloody Mary’s ARE just alcoholic spaghetti sauce and she is NOT sorry she fought Mary over it. She will do it again.

🥝 How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

Even when she first signed the damn paper she thought by the time the uniform was on, she’d be ready. Hooooly shit. She has no idea what she was doing, still doesn't. Everyone looks at her with this pillow of relief in their eyes, as if her presence brought security. She laughed at that, what a fraud she’d become. Wasn’t everyone? Deputy Felix; what bullshit. 

🍇 What's their circle of people / their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

Chloe’s best friends are Eli and Theo. Between avoiding John like the plague and needing to isolate for recharge; Holland Valley makes it impossible for Chloe to stay long term. In a different life, Grace and Mary could’ve been her favorite people. Whatever life this is, Chloe finds herself adopting the Hunter’s Pass cabin as her central haven. Eli insists she’d like it better at the Wolf’s Den- but he also knows she’ll never stay there. That’s something Eli and Tobias have in common. Disapprove of her nonsense all they like, they’ll respect her bullshit all the same. Can’t exactly argue with her results either. “Ain’t ever met a patriot who wasn't a sonofabitch”, or whatever that asshole said before. Chloe never hung out with them together anymore, not after Eli went off and built up his whitetails. She really couldn't blame him, though.

[trenchcoatsbi]

happy ONE WHOLE YEAR ????? that's absolutely crazy hooooly shit ???? /vpos hoping to many more . you guys are so awesome :]

anyway, since i saw the other anons do their updates (and also, since i haven't really been on here in a while), i figured i'd do one as well !!

march was a pretty busy month, considering. it was my birthday aaand we got a shit ton to do related to school and exams and whatnot, so my time during it was pretty crammed

(i don't mean to brag, and i genuinely hope it won't be seen as such 😭😭 just stating Why it's been like that . Sorry 🙏)

during the month tho i Did manage to do some things i enjoy or that just. make me happy yk !! i went to go see some movies here and there and iirc, the highlight of that month was "the holdovers" - genuinely such a good movie and i'm glad i got to see it in theaters :] i also went to a gig with my friend and we had such a blast, it was sooooo so good i still want to go backkkk ......

i think that's pretty much it for march ?? tbf, my memory sucks in general, so i can't remember anything distinct for the life of me

when it comes to Non-Time-Frame Related Events, i also still continued to play pjsk (as i do since. Brainrot) and i finally managed to fc "the disappearance of hatsune miku" on expert... after maybe 1 year of struggling with it 😭😭😭😭 BUT I DID IT!!!!!!! i wish i had a screen recording of it, though, because it would've been cool to show off

another thing is i played phighting! like i never played it before. i had to essentially grind for the bivekit skin (which i think is time-limited considering it's a collaboration with regretevator...) and I GOT IT. I MANAGED TO GET 58K BUX IN TIME AND GOT IT!!!!!! i doubt i'll be using medkit anytime soon, though, because i feel like i'd suck as a support player, but yk. practice makes perfect as they say (???) and also i'm so abnormal about bive I Love Her . my friends said she's kind of like me so now i'm just . ?×>×?÷?×?+?!?×(+?!?!+?× /vpos

on a more serious-ish note, though. to finally end my update properly is i think i noticed a slight up in my mental health. which hasn't really happened in a while, and it makes me really happy to know or to prove to myself that like. i am Able to get better. i am Able to Feel Better /pos

sorry for the many rambles, but i hope you've all been doing well and have been taking care of yourselves in these times 🫂

take care everyone <3 /p

- 📼

yeah!!! it's crazy it's been a year aint it! happy late birthday! 'm really glad to hear you had a good march!

also yooo! congrats on the fc too man! I've never been into pjsk but augh my bestie was into it a while back and augh i know how hard that is. It's super cool that you managed to do that!! I've heard about phighting! (and regretavor) but I've never gotten into it besides looking at cool fanart that pops up on my for you page. Congrats on getting that skin! sounds fucking awesome man, glad you got it!

i'm really glad you've been feeling better too man. mental health stuff can be uhhh rough so I'm glad things are going up.

im respondng to this late cuz i took the rest of trechcoatday off to do homework and play genshin (hhhhh unfortunately if you give me a game with a lot of quests and objectives and things to complete i will 100% go bonkers abt it) but yeah! happy day! hope everyone had a good day

[sorikkung]

moc my beloved it has taken me forever to get back to you but im HERE NOW...

love how mingis just like. i think itd be pretty funny to see you clock our captain in the face. SDFKJGSKFJ LIKE HELLO. love him tho

"Simplifying things in such ways, however, is far from your forte." i support mc's right to be a MESSY ASS BITCH!

“Why are you believing every word out of San’s mouth?” “Did he not tell you how he manipulated me? What game did he play to do so, I truly wonder, Ghost? How did he tell you? Were you in bed? Were his hands on you, telling you foul and hideous words with his lips but touching you so gently with his fingertips?” OOOH BITCH this is MESSY messy.... way to make things Extremely unsettling Extremely quickly godDAMN i got shivers

“Though I suspect San would sooner die than harm you. Suppose that’s where we differ.” thats a lot more reassuring though!

OOOP YEONJUN KNOWS SANS APOLOGIES R FULL OF SHIT... damn that is such an interesting dynamic what the fuck... i feel like i say that abt every dynamic but you make them all so SPICY

now what the fuck is up with those pills... does minho have a problem or is he prescribin the whole crew painkillers 😭😭😭😭 or. "painkillers"....

oooh i really like his take on diagnoses and disorders though that was fresh.

jisung and mcs dynamic confuses the fuck outta me i really oughtta go back and reread from the start to try piece it together again, among other things... im excited for that but i wanted to find out what happened next first before rereading so i will probably be rereading this chapter again soon <3

damn did they kill the other three crew members??? i feel like the more mc asks around and pries for answers all we get is more questions. which is as addicting to read as it is frustrating.

god i adore jongho and mc's almost sibling-like relationship <33 gonna pinch that lil shithead (affectionate)

hwa says not to overanalyze what hes saying but good god i have no idea what anyone is saying anymore when they speak in metaphors like this i Really gotta go back n reread everything cause it seems like all this distrust has been building up for ages but it kinda feels like its come outta nowhere but thats probably more on me forgetting important context clues.

"One that despises the man he loves." MOC!SEONGJOONG AND YALLS UNHEALTHY ASS DEEPLY DEVOTED DYNAMIC YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!

oh my god seonghwa is having a full on menty b my boy what is wrong (the answer is everything.) but what does he mean hongjoong wanted him dead. hello.

OOP SHE FINALLY DONE FUCKING SAID IT..... SHE STILL LOVES HIM.. I MEAN WBK BUT SAYING THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD IS LOUD YK. i wonder how san feels about that. “You were never after anything more than sex but you hoped it would change things?” CALL HER OUTTTTT GODDAMN THIS IS SO DRAMA IM SO HERE FOR IT SHDFKJGKSJFKGJSKFJD

DAMN WAIT WAS SHE GLARING AT HIM DURING ALL THAT WHAT HKSJDFKGJSKFD oh wait suppose the sirens intuition thing wouldve helped him feel all of that huh... crazy cause in the moment it sounded so sweet and romantic despite the underlying... whatever this is going on SDJKHKJSDFHK

"Hate him to the point of obsession as you’ve clearly already pushed yourself to that point. Did it feel good imagining his dick inside you instead of mine? When your hatred turns to infatuation, I’ll be sure to tell you all the ways in which Hongjoong has orchestrated the destruction of your psyche since your arrival here.”

HOLY SHIT. NOW THATS.... HELLO. HELLO???? IM. HELLLOOOOOOO???? THERE IS. SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE.

“If your aim is to become a monster, Seonghwa, then you are doing a fine job at it." HITTING HIM RIGHT WHERE IT FUCKING HURTS HOOOOLY LAWDT THIS IS SO INTENSE

“And I told you that I still loved Hongjoong.”

“After lying to me about it the first time we discussed it!”

“I guess we have that in fucking common then, don’t we? Lying about wanting our captain?"

IM GOING TO THROW UP AND SCREAM CRY AND YELL AND PULL ALL MY HAIR OUT AND??? HOOOOLY SHIT..... LITERALLY TEARING UP THE WALLS RN I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS

“I do love you though, for whatever that’s worth. I’m sorry that’s… I’m sorry.” YEAH COOL ILL BE SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THAT ONE THOUGH THANKS. HOLY SHIT. LITERALLY WHERE THE FUCK ELSE DO YOU FIND A DYNAMIC AS MESSY AND DELICIOUS AS THIS. I AM EATING GOOD TODAY! also “And I hate myself for many things, Y/n, but I would not have you hate me for those same reasons. That is why I do not wish to share those things with you.” got me too holy fuck like what do you even SAY to that. how are you even MEANT to react to that. like HELLO...

"this is Mingi, and should you earn the ire of your captain here and now, it might reward you an early grave. If it were San by his side, you wonder how different things might be." she says this knowing full well mingi wants to see hongjoong get beat up just a little bit. SDFKJGSKFDGKSFDKGSDFG but tru i suppose if hongjoong ordered it he would not hesitate.

“Tell me you were so disillusioned by my hand of kindness, Y/n. Tell me you truly believed I was a gracious man. Tell me you painted an image of me in your mind that was benevolent, so that I may bask in that glorious misconception while I pleasure myself by my own hand at night.” HKAJDFGHJKSKJDFGKJSFDGKS WHAT A FUCKING BANGER LINE???? OH, TELL ME YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WAS A GOOD PERSON, SO THAT I CAN JACK OFF TO THAT LATER. GODDAMN

THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING MORE AND MORE INTENSE HES LITERALLY MAKING HER KNEEL HELLO I AM BARKING BUT ALSO IM NOT BUT I AM BUT IM NOT BUT I DID BUT I DIDNT <3 MINGI STEPPING FORWARD TO DO IT ANYWAY DESPITE NOT WANTING TO IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY HONGJOONG TAUNTING HER WITH HWAS PETNAME I AM CHEWING MY NAILS OFF HOW DID WE GET TO THIS POINT OH MY GOD ITS SO FUCKIGN SPICY... the fact that he doesnt even raise a hand to do so- suppose he grabbed her neck for a second but then got his underling to do the dirty work for him so he can wipe his boot on her face like WHY IS THAT FUCKING HOTTTTT IM GONNA BITE THINGS

“Do you even intend to stop at Kebos or was that another pretty lie meant to make me docile?” you spat out at the captain. He laughs in your face.

“What does it matter what my intentions are?”

HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT HE GOT HER SO GOOD BC I RLY BELIEVED WE WERE SEEING HONGJOONG CARE FOR MC IN THAT MOMENT I.... HOLY SHITTTTT WHAT THE FUCKKK MASTER MANIPULATOR HONGJOONG FRFR.... I SHOULD BE TERRIFIED BUT MY DICK IS ROCK SOLID HSKFDGKJSKDJFGKAKFGKJDFKJ AM I GONNA UNPACK WHAT THAT SAYS ABOUT ME? NO <3

"I have killed my own men for less. Siren or not, San’s lover or not — your timer ticks ever closer to zero so long as you continue with these charades. I will have you obey, and you will respect me all the while. Do I make myself clear?” DICK HARD ENOUGH TO CUT DIAMOND RN BUT IM ALSO QUAKING IN BOTH FEAR AND ANGER KIM HONGJOONG YOU ARE ONE HELL OF A MAN AND I MEAN A HELL OF A MAN I SEE WHY SAN CALLED YOU THE LITERAL DEVIL BUT GOOD GOD WHY AM I INTO IT. OP HOW TF DID YOU MANAGE TO WRITE SUCH A CHARACTER.

“I will not hesitate to humiliate you further before the whole crew if I must, Y/n. We can make a spectacle out of it. I would quite enjoy it, in fact. Now, do you understand?”

IM. I. IM . HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HEY!!! HEY HELLO!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! HFDGKJAFKJGKJDAFKGAHGAADSKFKDFJSDF WHAT THHTUEUFUCUFKK1!!!! GOING THRU IT RN

calling her pretty after that entire spectacle OOOOH YOU WANT HER SO BADDDDDD HONGJOONG... also tf is yunho doin in his room is that the rebound dick. goddamn. GODDAMN! hope hes all bricked up from humiliating her like that bc then i wont be the only one here with an erection god bless-

oh right mingi knows shes a siren now thats wild. literally who doesnt at this point SKJDFGKJSDFKG and wow hongjoong is Really good at making devotees out of people huh cause mingi rly witnesses all that then his first instinct is to say he means well? wow.

“That’s love, Mingi. Love and devotion both.” POWERFUL. once again driving the narrative of love being something that can be so, so fucking destructive in the wrong hands thats insane youre insane for this i love it

"Would you deny San?”

Love, as it turns out, is the cruelest master of all.

WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAYYYY!!!!!!

"She wields a knife so sharp that one slight cut would have you bleeding out across the floor in mere seconds." YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHH FUUUUUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUFCK

mingi is the real fucking mvp in all of this i fucking love mingi. mans is so real and honest and its refreshing compared to everyone elses deeply convoluted bullshit SDJHJSJDFHJSDFH

“Why did you tell me that story? Why would you do that, why would you say that, why, San?”

what kind of love hopes for suffering?

"but when you close your eyes, it’s Hongjoong’s face you see behind your lids and between your legs rather than your lover’s — a curling hatred that serves to deepen the pit already formed in your stomach." god this is going to fucking HAUNT me dude the GRIP moc!hongjoong has on both me and this fuckin mc on god....

"Hongjoong was above you earlier, boot pressed into your cheek as you sat on your knees before him with no relief in sight. How much would it take to reverse the roles and have him in such a humiliating and debasing position? Beyond that, if he made good on his promise, what would that look like for you? And how deep are you willing to submerge yourself just to find out?" I AM GOING TO FUCKING BLACK OUT. OH COOL NICE REPETITION OF THE DIALOGUE GOOD TO KNOW I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE CUMMING TO THE THOUGHT OF HONGJOONG SAYING ALL THAT COOL NICE IM NORMAL- SHDFKJGKSJFKGJAFKDJG

"You think, as the room begins to fade into black and sleep settles in, that your will to fight is nothing more than a dull flame about to be snuffed out for good." thats so fucking OMINOUSSS ON GOD I CANT TELL WHAT I THINK OF ANYTHING ANYMORE I FEEL LIKE MY BRAIN IS BEING ACTIVELY REWIRED RN

is hongjoong also getting off to calling me his dog and threatening to put a collar and leash on me bc im getting off to- [TRAIN PASSES BY]

gas masks stay on at night? what the fuck is IN that water? guess we'll probably find out why gorgon is relatively unpopulated despite it seemingly being a paradise... yes i had to check the planet guide for context SDKJFGKJSFDKGfd

also just the fact that you asked if san calling her 'my treasure' was intentional or not makes me think it is but i dont know what the fuck that MEANS. oh my fucking god did hongjoong sic him on her too but he just actually fell in love fr in the process. god i dont even know what to expect i never know what to expect with moc im gonna go inhale all 400k words of this all over again and go insane with brainrot for weeks THANKS love you bye <3

mists of celeste ➻ 49

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst ➻ word count: 19.7k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, talks of abuse & violence, minor violence, smut ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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act seven ➻ part one

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What rots away at your insides in the days that follow is nothing pretty — a deep profound obsession that drives your hatred towards a particular man into the skin until it sits engraved there, with wounds oozing blood all the while.

“Have you seen Nightingale around?”

Soojin jerks her chin up at the sudden interruption of your voice cutting through whatever pretty silence she constructed for herself. You feel bad, though only mildly, for disturbing her without warning. It’s become somewhat common to find her in the mess hall these days, with Luca off to the side with the two resident Berserkers. Your stare lingers on Mingi for a few more seconds than necessary. The last conversation you shared with the man rings in your ears like it was mere minutes ago and not several days.

“Um, training room I think? That’s where he’s been hanging around at least.” Soojin passes you a little half-hearted smile. You don’t doubt that your discomfort and likely unabashed anger is on full display to her; however, she opts not to ask further about your reasons for asking, so you deign not to say anything other than a quiet ‘thank you’ and nod your head.

Mingi shifts where he’s kneeling close to the child. His gaze finds yours the second you turn to head out, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to return the fierce eye contact for several seconds. You let it stagnate for too long, apparently, because the Berserker stands without warning and moves in your direction. You don’t consider your next move to be one of avoidance, though it must look like that to anyone else aside from you with how you retreat the way you came and head for the arched doorway leading out. Mingi persists still.

“Ghost.”

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[saulbaby]

Replaying mass effect but kinda want to just skip to citadel bc goddamn

[inkedmyths]

S1 Ep 2: I'm not typing that title out jesus christ. Great start everybody

Y'all weren't kidding about the racism. If I have any Native American followers I owe you a dollar for even viewing this episode's title. Christ almighty

The editing on this just. The drama. The 2000's of it all

FLIP PHONES... and what game console is that I wasn't looking closely OH ITS A NINTENDO DS. GOD THAT BRINGS BACK MEMORIES

He's about to get eaten right

Theyre getting munched

I'm just going to call this the Eating Them Monster instead of. Well. Yeah.

Oh that 2005 quality. He looks so weird in a suit. Not with that hair honey

JESUS CHRIST ok nightmare good god that got me

Buddy ur girlfriend was just on FIRE I don't think you're okay

"Dude check out this BEAR"

I think this chick's brother got eaten

Hes like going "LOOK SAM SHE CALLED MY CAR COOL"

Every 23 years? That's... oddly specific. And it go zoomies

STOP HARRASSING OLD MEN ok like I know they have info but I just feel bad :(

"What did you see?" "Nothing. It moved too fast." Jesus Christ thats chilling

Wowza thats one hell of a scar

Man I just want to give a hug to these sad old men haunted by their pasts

Whats with the baby crying

These guys are soooo good at communicating with each other lmao.

OH IS HE NOT DEAD? ewww they r hanging ewwww getting crunched. So they might save him!! Or he might get crunched

WOOPS BEAR TRAP

Dean ur a moron. Dean. Dean ur so stupid. Can this lady slap him.

M&MS?? Oh my god

Hunter (of normal animals) guy is probably gonna get crunched yeah

Hooooly shit that tent got fucked UP

Ohhhh god stop saying stuff. I owe 3 dollars to the native community.

...4 dollars.

Ok I am laughing at the guy rolling his eyes at them

5 dollars

Join the family business, learn the family trade, go out and kill some monsters, make the world afraid!

Daddy issues central over here. And uhhh fridged girlfriend issues central

NO SHIT ITS NO GRIZZLY

ROY NO UR GONNA GET EATED oh he got fuckin yoinked by his face. Rip Roy

6 dollars

Almost more offensive that there seems to be some concept of the lore behind them and other cultures. But like only vaguely

WOO LETS SET THIS THING ABLAZE

Maybe I should call it the Eating Them Bigfoot

OOPS BODY they sure do like the "Blood dripping look up BODY"

Wuh oh where's Haley and Dean

Ok so it killed Roy out of spite huh

LMAO M&M TRAIL

Uhm I hear rumbling. I don't like that

Ok abandoned mineshaft? Is that what this is

Oops there they go falling down

Hi Dean u look like shit

Oh we found the brother? Yaaaay we found him

FREAKY BASTARD! BRING IT ON BABY! I TASTE GOOD hes just running at it and yelling

YOU WANT SOME WHITE MEAT BITCH

EWWW it looks like fucking Gollum

Yeaaaa good job Dean u did it

Dean ur stupid

Hey look people didn't die! Good for them

"Man I hate camping" lmao

Vroom vroom

[badass-at-fandoming]

Just Little Ventrue Things ~

I finished a Camarilla Ventrue run of VTMB. Mostly, the only thing Ventrue these days know how to do is Dominate, run screaming, eat hot chip, and lie, and [high falsetto voice] here’s a list of other nonsense I discovered:

PC’s name is Christina; she’s a Dominatrix because I’m bi. Her sire was one of her clients, and she’s actually very, very angry about his death. She doesn’t mind being a vampire. She’s Wiccan and part of a coven

In this Camarilla run, I decided I would only do quests given by Camarilla members. My justification was that, while Christina is intelligent and curious about lore, she focuses on tasks that immediately relate to her and her goals. She’s not curious about others; won’t go out of her way to talk to them. She’s not a bleeding heart, like my other PCs, and she believes in the Camarilla’s laws. She just hates LaCroix for killing her sire. Her plan during the game is to curry as much favor within the Cam as possible and cozy up to LaCroix so she can stab him.

Enough backstory

Nonsense time

Smiling Jack laughs at you if you don’t eat a rat in the tutorial. LOL. The Ventrue dialog is like “I could barely choke down the homeless man: please don’t make me eat a rat!”

The blood in the Santa Monica haven’s fridge is now blue blood. Does regular blood make Ventrue sick? I was too scared to experiment.

[spots Mercurio] I am going to steal that ghoul

Rosa: The people you’re looking for are up there. Christina, assuming Rosa is a Cam agent: Okay, thanks, bye

Never spoke to the Thin-Bloods again (sorry Lily baby ;-;)

Everyone except Julius still leaves when the PC reaches Hollywood

If you try to feed on Julius, he WILL kick you in the head and you WILL glitch into the fire, be on fire; run away screaming in Prada

You can skip the whole basement of the Ocean House Hotel if you manage to jump over the hole in the staircase???? Like?? You mean the spookiest fucking level has been optional this whole time I”M

[ghost appears] [Christina smacks it with an axe] None of that.

Club girls speak to Christina and I’m on the FLOOR

Therese “kills” Jeanette, even though I had enough oompa to make that not happen.

Therese joins the Camarilla and says she’s in good position to be the next Prince??? Hello??? Where is our Prince Voerman ending????

Went straight to LaCroix, called him “sir,” and he name-dropped Napoleon.

LaCroix tells Christina to go visit the Anarchs. She blows the Anarchs off (Nines made a growly face, Damsel dialog yowl-exited out after I asked if she wanted to join the Cam; Skelter threatened to murder me twice). When LaCroix told Christina that, while he admired her Cam loyalty, she must listen to her enemies to understand what they wanted, it felt like he was actually being a good sire and mentor.

That’s weird.

When Christina asked for his history, he very carefully explained his lineage, like the important part of Ventrue culture it is.

Overall, I found LaCroix-being-nice-to-me extremely unsettling.

Sir. Stop smiling at me, sir. Stop being impressed I don’t ask for money. STOP MAKING ME UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, SIR.

In contrast, LaCroix sounded genuinely betrayed at the end

Also made it more obvious when he started to lose track of his marbles

Ventrue PC seems juuuuuuust tall enough for her forehead to glitch into the ceiling of literally any confined space

The dirty Elizabeth Dane policeman didn’t psspspspsp at Christina so the whole ship was 15 white-knuckled minutes of making police dance and scuttling about

There is!!! A lot less!!! Talking in this game!!! Than I remember!!! She is only good at talking and ordering people around i am bEGGING

All EXP goes to Dominate and making Christina extremely charismatic and buff.

Ventrue himbo????

Beckett un-himbo-ifies her

She insults Beckett on their first meeting, spitting out “What do you want, wolfie?!” I thought this was appropriate because she died like, 4 times on that warehouse mission and was Extremely Stressed And Under Duress

Beckett’s response of “Oh, you’re too young to have mouthed off to the truly old ones yet.” makes his later snide remark of “the young ones are so temperamental” 900% funnier. Yeah, LaCroix! Beckett thinks I’ve grown and am now more mature than you! XD

Missions involving sex workers hit different when you’re a sex worker.

Christina was incandescent with rage at the Brotherhood

Grout’s mansion mission was a lot of “I have no interest in this nonsense.”

For the first time ever, I didn’t kill anyone during the Museum quest! This is because Christina ran very fast and Dominated every guard as quickly as possible. Every single fucking guard knew she was there, but could do nothing about it, because they were dancing. The door to the sarcophagus locked (it will do this if too many guards are agro), but locked doors are no match for noclip hack.

Entertaining image of a tall woman absolutely blasting into this museum room and Beckett tackling her to the floor like wait! I must snark at you! You are legally obligated to speak with me!

Isaac is still somehow a pretty chill guy to work with if you’re Camarilla.

Christina didn’t visit VV or Ash. Interestingly, Ash didn’t show up at the hunter monastery later. Did he just die in his club? Is he still there, waiting, deciding?

Christina @ Andrei: what the fuck is this shit

“I don’t care. It’s ugly. Clean it up.”

SEWERS.

Not as bad as I was expecting

Did take shortcut, run away from fights, ducked out in the middle for a snack, and bring 7 blue blood packs tho

Gary threatened to shred her face with a cheese grater, which I thought was Toreador only dialog?? It must be connected to the Appearance Stat. Which Christina has maxed out.

When Heather became Christina’s ghoul, I was delighted because I thought this meant Christina would always have fresh blood.

No

If you ask to feed on her too soon after the last time, Heather says she feels light headed and wants to lie down. The dialog exits out

I love you, Heather bb

Perfected the art of nudging NPCs into corners

Mitnick’s quests now feature Enforced Nap Time for all guards

Seriously, Dominate is ridiculously powerful, hooooly shit. I get why people like it. I also like it when people do things I ask them to do.

Christina can’t sneak, but she CAN strongly encourage everyone to choke on their own tongues.

Very high contrast in the beginning of the game: 2 punches would knock her over, but anyone she spoke to would obey immediately and without question

Chinatown goes by ridiculously fast if you can’t sneak and don’t do any sidequests besides Mitnick’s.

For the first time ever, Zhao survived! This is because Christina made him take a nap.

He just told her to leave

You’re welcome, my good dude

IDK if it’s a game glitch, but Christina would vocalize? In battle, she grunts with effort and pain.

Got to the point where I kept expecting Dominate dialog in every interaction and would get disappointed if it didn’t show up. What do you mean I have to actually convince people? That’s lame.

Christina was polite and charming to Ming Xiao, who also conveyed a deeper betrayal than normal at the end. ;-;

I promise to give you a Ventrue boy toy soon, Xiao

Finale arc quests went by VERY FAST because Christina can’t sneak for shit. Just run in, Dominate blazing

You can skip the outside bit of the Hallowbrook Hotel if you find the open door on the top level what the fuuuuuuuuuCK

[“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody” plays while Christina wipes out the Sabbat in 10 minutes]

Andrei disappeared mid-fight and didn’t come back until I complained that only I was allowed to run away from boss fights

I’m categorizing “triggering the interaction to save Heather” as something quite difficult to do. The timing has to be just right. I’ve missed it twice now. BUT hacking into the game to save her is easy.

I love you, Heather bb

Final Beckett talk had the vibe of “You’re a very different person than me, but you’re also High Humanity and trying to do good. You don’t deserve to die.”

Damsel threatens to kick the shit out of Christina and is extremely reluctant to tell her where Nines is

“Out of all people, they send you? All right, let’s just talk terms.” - Nines because Christina was short with him one (1) time

WEREWOLF HARD

You can just?? Walk out of your haven?? Without speaking to Jack at all???

I didn’t do that

But I could have

[”Dust in the Wind” plays while Christina kills entire Camarilla hit squad in 3 minutes]

You can visit Mercurio and Trip on your way out of Santa Monica??

Mercurio makes no comment on the blood hunt. Business as usual with him. This is fine.

Christina: I’m SO going to adopt that ghoul. And perhaps Isaac can be convinced to part with Romero...

(For the first time ever, my PC boinked Romero. Twice, to receive the break up email)

This is definitely a glitch, but Christina brushed up against Caine, and a worried voice said, “Are you all right?” It sounded like the same voice actor, but a higher pitch?

Always nice to think about Caine demonstrating care

Christina asked Caine who he is, and Caine replied that he “gets people where they’re going. [He’s] a driver,”  which is a nice nod (lol) to both his literal job as a driver and as a shepherd/creator/god to Kindred. Caine creates and makes fate.

Caine triple checks with Christina that she’s sure Strauss won’t betray her. Thanks, Vampire Dad. :’D

For some reason, only other Ventrue guarded LaCroix’s tower. I wonder if this is intentional. Like all the other Camarilla Clans backed Strauss and left? So only LaCroix’s Ventrue lackeys remain? Anyway, it created some weird moments where Christina fought her double.

KILL YOUR DOUBLE

Sheriff laughed in haughty joy that he was to kill Christina. I don’t remember him laughing in other playthroughs.

Christina ruining Caine and Jack’s prank oh noes

[reallilystuff]

HOOHOOOOO IM. midgame i think. not sure how far in it is but the sky's red like in the og games. the plot is getting JUICY we're getting to the MEAT AND POTATOES.

quick warning for a whole ramble abt my thoughts on Pokemon Legends Arceus characters n stuff under the read more i'm not exaggerating its LONG (for my standards, considering my usual short lil posts), probably has mild spoilers

also cogita....she so purrrdy..... i was actually wondering when she was gonna be coming along since i've seen so much debate over her connection to cynthia. wondering if volo and cogita are actually related or if they just look really similar. it's actually bothering me

about the blond bi twink with long hair previously mentioned, i don't think volos going to be THAT bad. all i know about him is he has an end battle (saw a soundtrack thumbnail on youtube a long while back something about a wielder??? does he like. wield simps bc thats all i see on pinterest comments 😭) and i've HEARD he's a little shit but idk how and im dodging spoilers like my life DEPENDS on it. he LOOKS so evil tho. he's just a lil creeture tho...... mans is CHILLING over here.

speaking of little shit. KAMADO. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY. OHHHH MY GOD. "yeahhh send the 15 year old out. just get that guy out of here. if they die then rip bozo lawl" WHAT IS HIS PROBLEMMMMM.... tbh i think he's actually gonna end up being evil or something. as like. a lil twist. as a treat. cyllene's kinda goated tho. she's like. warm and icy at the same time. does that make sense. i think she has SO much character potential rn and its making my brain run at jet speeds

everytime i see rei that poor little meow meow has a funnier face expression. speaking of which im starting to wonder if barry has an ancestor at all??? where is he. put up the missing posters. that little weirdo was one of my faves back when i played pokemon pearl. LET ME SEE HIM....NOW!!! 🌩

sabi is cheryl i think!!! and cheryl mention makes me so happy

that avalugg bossfight had me fucking TERRIFIED btw. i swear what is it with the games i've been playing recently making me realize i have whole ass new fears (roblox pressure and this one because HOOOOLY THAT THANG WAS HUGE. I DIDN'T EXPECT NEITHER THE TRENCHBLEEDERS(pressure) NOR THE AVALUGG TO BE THAT MASSIVE.) that particular boss fights funny because like. dark souls type boss fight + touhou(its likely not touhou but the bullet patterns reminded me of it). it's a good day to be an infernape user

irida's really starting to grow on me tbh kinda thought she was annoying at first and also. she just. teleports to you after battles i swear how does she TRAVEL that fast. girlies sprinting over to themc just to argue with adaman right in front of us. but like!! she's actually just cool!!! also holy shit some of the dialogue the pearl clan givesyou makes me feel bad for her (and also mild relatability emphasis on mild)

also lots of adaman simps too weirdly enough??? don't get it tbh he's just a guy. is it the eyeliner. the hair. what is it.

nothing to say about lian or mai bc i have no idea who their descendants are supposed to be. i think mais ancestor was in platinum? so that probably explains it but idk who lians is. is it that one person from alola with the donkey i forgot their name. i don't have a clear image so that might make me sound bonkers if im off WAIT NO I REMEMBER IT WAS THE GIRL WITH THE BRAIDS. yeah probably not related. think their eyes just looked similar in my head. anyways

nothing to say about melli but i saw an image that just said he's bi but no one wants him and YEAH LMFAOO. i kinda dig the disgusted expressions he has they're just. so evident. lmao. thought he was a girl up until they mentioned him with he/him pronouns and it was like WHA....... oh okay cool. also thought he was fantinas ancestor (give me a break it's been a while since i've played any pokemon game) bc.....porple hair....yea.....

idk what else to say other than my only complaint is HOOOOLY the character customization in this game is barren. i think kalos spoiled me with all its prettiness and cute outfits ngl but DAMN can i get ONE. PASTEL PINK. ITEM. and not hot barbie pink. no hate to that shade it just doesn't look right with this games lighting to me, it just appears kinda red/purple instead. other than that i'm fucking mcloving it so far.

another thing there is a singular black hairstyle which. eh i guess it's one step towards improvement (kalos didnt have that i think? cant remember) but im REALLY hoping legends za has more black-aligned hairstyles when it comes along. PLEASE I CANT KEEP DOING STRAIGHT HAIR. PLEAASE. braids cornrows curly hair space buns dreads theres SO MUCH TO EXPLORE. idk if i'll buy scarlet/violet but im hoping that game actually has options since i've heard nice things abt the hair customization. other than that i aint know nothing

but also like. really hoping this is just midgame bc i feel like the warden/noble things went by SO fast....im 60 hours in and most of it was shiny hunting (that kadabra changed something in my brain i'm never going to be the same). if i spend only another hour playing and the game ends im gonna be so sad like actually. especially because i think im overlevelled rn so the games already pretty easy (ranging from lv. 67 to 72 i think?)

swear to god i need to stop being late to every fandom i arrive in i cant take having to dodge spoilers like this while needing to know everything abt the game 💀

on a better note the nostalgia crying i experienced is starting to wear down thankfully, i mean its not a bad thing anyways it was just. starting to kinda annoy me lol

slenderarceus be like Collect my Pokemon

[fragranceofdarkness]

greatest hits review

greatest hits - hooooly shit. the vibes. horror movie type beat

fuzzy - OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE IT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE INSTRUMENTAL THE CHORUS ALL OF IT OH MY GOD GONNA LISTEN ON LOOP FOREVER

lowkey as hell - okay i never hated this one.... its catchy okay? so comforting and sweet like an old friend

numb - MY BITCH. MOTHERFUCKER I LOOK GOOD TODAY. the more im coming undone. FUCK YES.

violet! - the melody? so sweet. the lyrics? holy shit dude you good?

snow globe - this song is so haunting i love it. the melody? so fucking good. also awsten saying fuck is 😳

just kidding - i didnt get the hate.... but maybe its just that awsten and i both need therapy idk. the instrumental was nice and vibey, and the like. effect on his voice? very nice. 'just joking! im fine' same

the secret life of me - video game music. reminds me of sonic adventure. ohhh i need an instrumental so bad. also gonna loop this one over and over

american graffiti - oh the vocal layering..... i love this. so much. the guitars. the everything. 'nothing in this world can make me think straight' same. lyrics are kinda i gotta feeling-esque with the days of the week dropping but honestly i can look past it. also what is he saying at the end 👀

ybpt - the second verse holy shit. 'whoops, i got a little dark' YEAH ARE YOU GOOD? very catchy and again digging the guitars.

fruit roll ups - oh what the fuck? this is very vibey i like it. ohhh its nice. its very nice. 'im a little bitch for you now' WHAT LMAO did awsten smoke a blunt OHH THE END ITS NICE AND I LIKE THIS I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT I LIKE IT

like it - okay uh. what. i cant understand what hes saying why is this is he okay. yeah no white boy stop please im sorry but what. i dont like it- okay wait the im gonna shave my head was funny

gladiator - this has big sonic adventure vibes too man i miss that game. very bouncy and even tho i cant understand what hes talking about i like it

magnetic - once again this ones gonna get looped. ohhhh so nice. black eyes awsten please i want demon awsten I need it

crying over it all - seriously awsten go back to therapy. this sounds like me spiraling i love it but also are you okay. catchy tho the instrumental is very. soft? mellow and nice and i like it

ice bath - this one has the same horror vibes as greatest hits. except wtf are the lyrics. why. who told him he can rap. altho if we get a mv ill be happy because itll be edgy i think

see you in the future - this ones not as bad as the other two but i definitely need to slow it down and figure out what hes saying lol.

final ranking

fuzzy

numb

american graffiti

ybpt

fruit roll ups

violet

snow globe

the secret life of me

magnetic

crying over it all

just kidding

greatest hits

gladiator

see you in the future

lowkey as hell

ice bath

like it

[wyofabdoms]

Don’t Say Anything

Characters: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Original Female Character

Summary: OC Natalie has been broken up with Frankie for going on three months. A fateful night out with the girls ends in an interesting encounter.

Rating: Smut, 18+ ONLY 

Warnings: Sex in a car, rough sex, angry sex, choking, implied/referenced drug use (if you look carefully), dry sex, angry kissing, post-breakup sex, angst

Word Count: 3988

Notes: This is part of what I hope will become a much longer story centered around Frankie and an original character, but this scene just would not leave my brain so I had to write it. I think it works as a standalone right now.This is my first time writing Frankie. He's so sweet but fierce in the movie, I tried to convey that. I love him so much, I just want to hug him around the tummy! Anyways...hope you enjoy and maybe I'll get my tail in gear and start fleshing this larger story out sometime.

Nat smiled wistfully as she watched Meredith twirl herself around the two good natured older bar patrons that had been wrested onto the makeshift dance floor by her tipsy friend.  Next to Natalie at the bar, a few other of her close friends from work and her social circle were chattering away, tittering over Meredith’s shenanigans, talking shop, or gossiping about someone named Kelly’s botched boob job.  Despite the cheerful energy and upbeat vibe coming from her friends, she felt like everything around her was moving slowly, like she was trying to run through water. 

She might have considered that she had been slipped something in her drink, but she had been feeling this way since she had started getting ready earlier this evening, before even a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Though she didn’t want to think about it too much, she knew what the cause of the fogginess was:

She missed Frankie.  She missed him so much sometimes she couldn’t breathe.  

Meredith had called her earlier that day and insisted that she join her and the others to celebrate her belated birthday.  When Natalie had tried to protest, Meredith had called her on her self-imposed hermitage over the last three months, had told Natalie that she was worried about her.  That if things weren’t going to change between her and Frankie, then she at least needed to step back into the land of the living, even if just for a drink or two.  

“You need to socialize with someone other than your cats,” Meredith had squawked through the phone.  Nat had made a face at the implied “crazy cat lady” reference but, she had thought, perhaps Meredith was right.  During the week, she had summer school (which she had in previous years avoided like the plague but for which now she was grateful.)  She could beg off outings on school nights, claiming the pressure from working with the high-risk students left her exhausted each evening.  She had been skulking around the house most weekends; doing her level best to eradicate any and all memory of Frankie Morales. 

Having not been able to sleep in her own bed for several weeks after he had left, she had repainted and rearranged her bedroom.  Still, sometimes she would wake up crying, swearing that she could feel his weight in the bed next to her, hear his soft (or loud) snores in the darkness, smell their sweat and sex in the sheets.  Everything in her home seemed to possess an echo of him. She had eventually sold her couch for a new one after remembering the very first night he had visited her home, when their lovemaking commenced with a steamy make out session on the leather sofa.  Along with the new couch, she had also moved the rest of the furniture around.  Out of nowhere one evening making dinner, she remembered the way he had sat her up on the counter one particular Sunday morning, pulled a chair from the table and spent almost an hour with his head between her legs.  That particular memory had resulted in purchasing and installing new backsplash along with replacing the countertops and repainting the cupboard doors.  She had turned into a veritable DIY guru with the cosmetic changes to her home, but that chosen method of trying to forget Frankie was proving to be exhausting...and expensive.  Maybe, she had thought, it would do her some good to get out of the house for a night.  

She had reluctantly agreed to join Meredith and the girls, but had almost immediately regretted it.  The slogging through water feeling had begun as she had tried to make herself not look wretched and sleep deprived, then continued when she had left to pick up Meredith.  She had done her best to not be a downer, engaging in small talk with the other girls and even surprising herself by laughing a few times.  But now, as the night wore on and the alcohol loosened the women up more and more, Natalie just wanted to go home and crawl into bed.

That’s a lie. She thought as she sipped the watered down cocktail she had been nursing for a good thirty  minutes.  What I really want is to lay on the couch with Frankie and watch something stupid on Netflix and fall asleep with his arms around.  She felt tears start to sting her face and she shook herself.

This all felt a farce, trying to pretend like going out with girlfriends was even close to what it used to be back before Frankie; before she had let herself fall so deeply for that man.  She only noted with half an ear when one of the women in her group leaned across her and whispered, “Damn, incoming!!  Grey jacket, coming towards the bar...hellooooo handsome!”  Would she ever again be able (or even ever want) to look at another man with desire like that again?  Her girlfriends assured her she would; that it would just take time, but right now, she wasn’t so sure.

“Hey man, can we get another round for the back?”  The booming voice of who she could only assume was the grey-clad target in question was a familiar one and caused her to start.  She glanced over her shoulder.

“Benny?”  The eyes of the younger Miller brother lit up when he saw her and before she knew what was happening he had slid down the bar and wrapped her in a bear hug, pulling her from her seat.  

“Hooooly shit, Nat!  It’s good to see you.  How the hell are you?”  She chuckled at his enthusiasm; Benny’s attitude was infectious, she had always liked that about him.

���I’m…” She shrugged, not quite sure what to say.  She was sure that Ben and the others knew about her and Frankie.  What should she say?  Lie and say she was doing great?  Tell the truth and say she missed his friend?  Whatever she said, it would surely get back to Frankie; life with five brothers of her own had taught her that men talk almost as much as women.  “I’m…ok.  I guess.”  She gave him a small smile and another shrug, and avoided his eyes to keep herself from asking him how Frankie was doing?  She looked instead at the pitcher of beer and four clean glasses that the bartender had just placed on the bar in front of Benny.  Her eyes froze on the four drink receptacles and Benny followed her gaze.

“Uh….shit...yeah…” Benny looked almost embarrassed and jerked his head towards the back of the bar.  “We...uh...we’re all in the back...playing pool.”  She didn’t need to ask; the look on his face told her that Frankie was part of that “we”.  She nodded and took a deep breath.  Of course they were.  She remembered now that night when she had first “the guys”, after dinner they had come here and commandeered one of the back rooms for several raucous games of pool.  She remembered how much she had laughed that night, how it had made her heart sing to see Frankie so at ease with his friends, giving each other shit and swapping inside jokes.  

The memory made her eyes prick with tears and she stood up quickly. How could she have been so stupid? Why hadn’t she realized where Meredith had brought them?  She should have checked the parking lot for his truck.  Dammit!

“Hey, Nat, listen…” Benny made to stop her from moving away and she paused and looked at him, waiting.  He opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to think otherwise and just shrugged.  “...Nothing. Never mind.  It just...it really sucks...what happened with you and ‘Fish’.  I know he…” again, he seemed to stop himself from saying too much.  “Well….it just sucks,” he finished lamely. She could feel the tears welling now, threatening to spill over.  She felt something like panic starting to rise in her chest at the realization that she was so close to Frankie after not seeing him for three months.  The last time she had seen his face it had been marred with pain...pain that she had put there.  His eyes had glittered with unshed tears and she remembered how his lower lip had trembled.  She couldn’t see him now...there was no way she could face him!  

She suddenly felt like the water she had been slogging through all night had suddenly risen above her head and she couldn’t breathe.  She yanked her jacket and purse off the back of her chair, scrambling to pay for her drink.  

“Yeah.  Thanks, Ben.  Me too...I mean, yeah.  It does suck.”  Her voice cracked.  “It was good to see you…” she let her voice trail off, hoping that maybe he could read her mind; that maybe he would know to tell Frankie how empty she felt without him, how much she regretting asking him to pack his things and leave, how she wished she could do a thousand things differently.  Instead, she just choked out “Take care, Benny.” And she whirled away before she lost the last shred of control of her emotions she still had.  She didn’t want to be THAT girl sobbing into a drink at the bar.

She quickly let Meredith know what was going on.

“Nooooo!” Meredith crowed, slinging an arm around Nat’s shoulder.  “He’s HERE?”  She squeaked, craning her neck to look around the room and nearly toppling both of them over.  Nat quickly untangled herself from her friend and made sure she was left in the capable care of one of the other sober women in the group.  Then she shoved her arms through the sleeves of her jacket and headed out the door.

The heavy, humid Florida air seemed to suffocate her, but he evening had brought a blessedly soft breeze along with the darkness and she was grateful for the air that cut the mugginess, though she could still see clouds of humidity suspended within the shining lights of the parking lot lights.  She shivered as she walked past the first row of vehicles and then the second, out of the relative comfort of the lights and further away from the music and ambient noise seeping out from the bar.  She had parked in the furthest row earlier because of all the cars that had filled the lot when she and Meredith had arrived, but since they had been there, the second and third rows had diminished and her car now sat in solitude, the next closest at least five parking spots away.

Approaching her vehicle, she was putting her finger on the unlock button when she heard something that stopped her dead.

“Natalie.”  

Her heart felt like it was being pulled up through her throat and she suddenly felt lightheaded.  That deep, gruff voice like warm honey.  She hadn’t imagined she would ever hear her name spoken by that voice ever again except, perhaps, to curse her.

She turned and there he was, charging towards her across the parking lot.  She wasn’t sure what she had expected to see as far as emotion from Frankie, but the anger on his face was the last thing she imagined on his usually kind face.  His brows were furrowed low over his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly, fists balled at his sides.  His eyes seemed impossibly hollow and overflowing with hostility all at the same time as his heavy stride kicked up gravel and crunched loudly as he strode towards her. 

“Frankie,” she said, her voice wavering a bit at the darkness in his face as he passed beneath the last parking lot light and continued his beeline towards her and her car.  “It’s ok, I’m leaving.  I didn’t know you were here...I should have figured.  I remembered too late you guys come here sometimes and I-”  

Before she could finish, the rest of the words along with her breath was ripped from her chest as he slammed her body back against the side of her car with his, his mouth on hers, pinning every single part of her between every single part of him and her car.  His lips were desperate, hungry; it was sloppy...she could taste beer on his tongue as he shoved it into her mouth without hesitation,seeking and prodding, attacking her own.  It was all so abrupt and so unlike her sweet, gentle Frankie that she did nothing for a moment.  Then she felt a moan slip from somewhere deep within her and climb her throat, seeping into his mouth as her arms flung themselves around his neck.  

He suddenly rutted his pelvis into hers, hard, eliciting another moan from her when she felt him stiff and solid beneath his jeans and now pressed against where she so desperately wanted him to be.  

“Open the door.”  He grunted against her mouth, never taking his lips away from hers, his tongue leaving its assault on her only as long as it took to form the words.  Her brain couldn’t focus on anything other than his kiss and it took her several long moments to even realize that he had spoken.  “Open the fucking door.”  Once again mouthed against her lips, this time it was a command, guttural and growled, like nothing she had ever heard from him or anyone else before.  Breathless, he ripped his tongue and lips away from her, but kept his hands gripped tightly on her hips, pressing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes as she fumbled with the key fob in her hand.  The car’s headlights blipped, giving a soft ca-chug as the locks disengaged and in the next instant, he had ripped her away from the car, yanked the backseat door open behind her, and shoved her backwards inside.

Her bottom landed awkwardly on the seat and she bumped her head on something as she moved to right herself.  She didn’t have time, though because Frankie was right behind her, looming over her and manhandling her further across the seat, hauling her legs into the car with one hand and slamming the door shut behind him with the other.  

It was dark in the backseat without the parking lot lights in this row, but she could make out his face, grim and determined as he yanked one of her legs up forcefully around his hip and knocked the other wide and into the footwell, widening her legs so that he could crouch between them.  She heard the distinct metallic clink of his belt buckle being undone, then almost immediately the pop of his button and soft shush of his zipper.  She could feel the heat radiating off of him and she saw again that dark gleam in his eyes as he shoved her shoulders down, made her lie back with her neck and head propped uncomfortably against the opposite passenger door.  

She wondered for a moment how much he had had to drink.  Was that why he was being so aggressive?  No, that couldn’t be it.  She had been with him before when he’d had too much to drink.  He got still and smiley and loved to put his face in her hair and sniff , or tangle their fingers together and make them dance on his stomach and chest while he sang a love song off key. 

This wasn’t her Frankie.

This wasn’t the Frankie that had called her his angel and begged her not to send him away the last time she had seen him.

This wasn’t the Frankie that was always so caring and gentle and thoughtful and slow.

This wasn’t the Frankie that always whispered to her that she was beautiful when he was inside of her, that told her how he was so lucky she had chosen him, that made sure she was always comfortable.

This Frankie?  This Frankie was something else entirely:

Dark.

Dangerous.

Angry.

And holy shit did she want him to fuck her.

His hands ripped at her skirt, pulling it high around her waist.  He didn’t stop to remove her panties, merely shoved them to the side as he pulled himself from his jeans.  He paused for just a moment, leaning over her, one hand next to her head on the seat holding himself up, the other hand gently tugging on his swollen cock.  She gazed up into his face trying to see his eyes, but he kept his head angled downward, seemingly mesmerized by the pump of his hand hovering over her heat.  She brought her hands up and twined them in his hair, uncovered now when his ball cap had been knocked from his head at some point.  She reveled for a split second in the feel of the silky brown locks between her fingers and thought briefly of those lazy Saturdays when they had laid in bed reading or napping or talking, his head resting on her stomach and her fingers carding through this same soft hair.  She felt him draw in a sharp breath at the touch and felt his body shudder.  But he still refused to look at her.  

She gathered more of his hair in her hands until she had two fist-fulls.  She slowly tightened her grip, then gave a firm but insistent tug with both hands.  His head finally lifted and she saw his eyes.  

The hurt that she remembered from the last time was still there, raw and real as ever.  Simmering below it was the darkness she had seen only a moment ago.  Covering all of it was a thin sheen of desire that colored everything else.  His eyes spoke to her clearly.  

He wanted her.  He knew that he shouldn’t want her.  But he was going to have her.

And it was not going to be gentle. Or sweet.  Or soft.

She nodded.  Yes.  Please.

Without warning, his eyes still locked with hers, he shoved himself inside of her with one hard push, fully seating himself.  It was abrasive and she hissed as his dry cock entered her core without any type of preparation.  She had only a split second to feel it though, before he yanked himself out, then back again, repeating the motion again and again.  Thankfully, as he thrust in and out of her, her own wetness spread, easing some of the pain from his initial entry.

There were no sweet, breathless pants of pet names, no cries of affirmation.  No calls to deities or lusty moans of pleasure.  There was simply the ragged sound of both of them breathing heavily in the small space, an occasional quiet gasp lighting the air.  The muffled sounds of his denim clad hips smacking into her naked thighs and ass drowned out most everything else.  His pace was manic and he rammed his hips into hers over and over so hard she imagined she would for sure have bruises on her hips tomorrow.  She squeezed her eyes shut more than once against the sharpness of his thrusts, trying not to cry out in pain.  It hurt a little, but the fact that it was Frankie made her want to sob with pleasure.  He pressed his forehead into the door behind her head, his breath puffing into her ear with each hard thrust and she snaked her arms up his back and shoulders the way she had always done, digging her nails forcefully into her skin along the way, making him hiss.  She whispered his name into his ear.

“Frankie…”

He yanked his head up, his eyes flashing with anger again and moved one hand from her hips to her throat.  He squeezed...hard, and she panicked for a moment.  This had never happened before.  She had never been afraid of him before but for an instant she was as she felt her windpipe close beneath his hand. She knew...she had never asked for details, but she knew...Frankie had killed people before, that he was capable...she had no doubt he could snap her neck right here in her own car if he wanted to.  But just as the thought entered her brain he released his grip, but kept his hand firmly wrapped around her throat.  He buried his face back next to her ear, growling and spitting out words between each powerful thrust of his hips.

“Shut up.  Don’t say my fucking name.  Don’t say anything.  Just shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

His voice was dark, but she heard the desperation lacing the edges.  

This was only for this moment.  This was nothing past the inside of this car.  

Frankie needed to feel her, needed to get off.  This frantic, off-limits, out of control act of violently fucking his ex in the backseat of her car was not something he wanted to be doing.  But the alternative-what he had chosen in the past, before Natalie-would ruin any slim chance there might be of ever getting this woman back if again.

He could have found someone else; a warm body.  It wouldn’t have been that hard...some willing woman in a bar on any given night.  But he couldn’t make that choice, either.  He couldn’t  find peace in someone that wasn’t her...because no one else could make him feel at peace and whole the way she could.  His angel.

So, rather than hold her close and tell her he loved her and worship her body and bring her to ecstasy over and over and over again, here he was treating her like a cheap fuck, pretending that she wasn’t the woman he loved; the woman that had broken his heart.  And he couldn’t pretend when she was breathing his name into his ear.

Without any words, without him having to explain any of that, Natalie understood.

He thrust into her once more...twice...three more times, each seemingly harder than the last and then he let out a cry filled with desperation and sadness as he spilled himself inside of her.  Tears welled in his eyes as he felt himself twitching inside of her, the familiar feeling of her walls cradling him nearly sending those tears pouring down his face.  He felt his stomach turn to water and his neck began to burn with shame.  He hated that he hadn’t taken time to get her off, that she had read his need and had willingly let him take her, allowed him to be selfish.

He hated himself.  

He pulled himself out of her slick heat, practically kicking the car door open and tucking himself back into his jeans as he stepped out of the vehicle.  He couldn’t look her in the eye.  Without a word, he turned and walked away from her car, crossing the parking lot as fast as he could, climbing into his beat up old pickup and peeling away.  Natalie still lay breathless in the backseat as she heard the roar of his truck engine, the door of her car still wide open, her legs splayed and her skirt hiked up to her waist, his cum dripping from inside of her and pooling onto the seat beneath her.

****

Later, when she pulled into her driveway, she realized she had no idea where her purse was.  She remembered she had had it in her hand when Frankie had kissed her.  Without looking, she reached behind the front passenger seat and grasped blindly into the footwells until her hand knocked against something solid. She grabbed it and realized immediately it wasn’t her purse, but she couldn’t identify it.  When she brought her hand forward to examine the item, she stopped breathing.

It was Frankie’s baseball cap.

Clutching it to her chest, she felt herself shatter into a million pieces. She caught a whiff of Frankie: his shampoo, his cologne, the sweat from his brow.

She buried her face into the cap and sobbed.

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