#how does it feel. to be loved by a god.

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

The Infinite

end of The Outside trilogy

AI gods, heretics, cosmic horror, aliens

some extra backstory!!

autstic lesbian tries to kill god

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[paperlignes]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-2024) SEASON 6, EPISODE 5: NANDOR'S ARMY

[keferon]

“Mistakes on mistakes until” ch 69 spoilers below!

Ahahahahahahah here I go again

Mistakes on mistakes until until I can draw Jazz with my eyes closed

I woke up, checked my phone, woke up for real and decided that whatever plans I had for this day yeah no they can wait a little bit kfkgnfk

Also. Consider listening this while reading. Or don't who am I to tell you what to do~

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Have you seen my little lad?

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[lotus-pear]

whatever happens, please don’t break

[critter-wizard]

you are all I have, you are the eyes that see, the air that breathes, how can I worship anything else?

[randomminty]

Five billion octopath 2 scribbles i feel sick

[andyling]

THEY MIGHT BE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE BUT GODDAMMIT THEY FOUND HAPPINESS WITH EACH OTHER AND CHOSE TO ENJOY THEIR TIME TOGETHER DESPITE THE INEVITABLE TRAGEDY AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE THEM

[moonsnqil]

Kevin watching Jean ask Jeremy if he's okay, watching Jean offer to hold Laila's bag so she can fix her shoe, watching Jean hand Cat a granola bar before a game because she looked a little unsteady. He's not jealous, he had his time by Jean's side. Maybe it's grief. Grief for something that was never so innocent, never so untouched by cruel hands, something that could've been better if they were anyone else. Grief for something that's long passed and can never be fixed to be made better than before. He had his time at the receiving end of Jean's concerned glances. Maybe he's just a little sad that when he's at an away game, he no longer buys post cards for a friend. Maybe he just misses this person who used to always be by his side but they both knows it's better this way. Jean is happy, it's not with Kevin, and that's okay.

[bikananjarrus]

you have to understand.. sally dropped a match in a discarded, eaten ice cream sundae. you're supposed to give the best part of your meal to the gods, the thing you'll miss the most, and she took a sundae that wasn't even hers and dropped a match in it and didn't even pray out loud but poseidon showed up IMMEDIATELY. LIKE HE'D BEEN WAITING FOR HER TO SUMMON HIM. and they didn't even look at each other but you could tell how much they love each other and he said he'll listen!!!!!!!! she doesn't have kind things to say about his family BUT HE'LL LISTEN TO HER!!!! and he'll laugh with her! just a little! it's all he can allow himself to do!!! and he'll give in just a little and look at her, but she won't look at him, but she'll ask him anyway, "do you want to talk to him?" AND HE'LL WANT TO SAY YES BUT HE CAN'T HE HOLDS HIMSELF BACK BUT HE SAYS THAT WHEN THEIR SON NEEDS HIM THE MOST HE'LL BE BY HIS SIDE!!! and when their son is a little older poseidon gives him pearls that bring him to MONTAUK, the place where he MET SALLY. TO A PLACE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME. AND PERCY HAS ALL THE POWER OF THE SEA BEHIND HIM WHEN HE FIGHTS ARES. andthenandthenandTHEN! poseidon has his back AGAIN when he stops THEE LORD ZEUS FROM STRIKING PERCY DOWN WITH HIS MASTER BOLT. AND HE SURRENDERS!!!!! HE.SUR RENDERDC. TO ZEUS. FOR PERCY. AND THEN PERCY USED HIS VERY LIMITED FACE TO FACE TIME WITH HIS FATHER TO ASK HIM "DO YOU DREAM?" AND WHEN POSEIDON SAYS HE DOES, PERCY ASKS "DO YOU EVER DREAM ABOUT MOM?" DO. YOU. EVER. DREAM. ABOUT. MOM???????? THE UNSPOKEN, "DO YOU DREAM ABOUT ME TOO?" AND POSEIDON CANNOT SPEAK THE WORD OUT LOUD BUT HIS FACE IS SAYING, YES. YES OF COURSE I DREAM ABOUT YOUR MOTHER, ABOUT YOU, I HAVE DREAMT ABOUT YOU SINCE THE DAY I HAD TO LET YOU GO. AND HE'S HOLDING PERCY'S FACE, HOLDING HIS SON FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE HE WAS A BABY AND NOT SAYING ANYTHING BUT ALSO SAYING EVERYTHING AND THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME, THEY ARE BOTH OF THE SEA, AND THE SEA DOESN'T LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED BUT RIGHT NOW, IT HAS TO BE. AND AT THE END PERCY GOES BACK TO MONTAUK, BACK TO WHERE POSEIDON MET SALLY, BACK TO HIS MOM, BACK TO HIS HOME BESIDE THE SEA AND I'M LOSING IT!! DO YOU SEE?? DO YOU UNDERSTAND???

[naamahdarling]

I didn't get pics I didn't get pics my phone was in the bedroom charging but FANCY IS PLAYING WITH THEM. Not next TO them but INITIATING PLAY WITH THEM.

Not bitchily, not reluctantly, not with a short temper, not tolerating THEIR advances, but making her OWN advances! Inviting them in!!!!!! Even the detested Junie!

CRYINGGGGGG.

[mxtxfanatic]

The return of Wei Wuxian after his 3-month disappearance is meant to evoke this terror and sense that something is wrong, and it definitely does, but like…

Do you not see the playfulness in which Wei Wuxian handles the ghoul child mirrored in how he later handles A-Yuan in the Burial Mounds?

A white child squatted by his feet. Like a young, carnivorous beast, it was gnawing on something that Wei WuXian fed it. Wei WuXian took his hand away after patting on the white ghoul child’s sparse-haired head.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

Lan Sizhui replied, "I'm not sure either, just that when I saw Chenqing, I thought that it was extremely familiar......" It was unsurprising that it was Chenqing that made him remember. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, of course you'd find it familiar, back then eating Chenqing was your favourite habit and you would drool all over it and make me unable to play it."

—Chapt. 111: Wangxian - Everyday Means Everyday, chiaki_himura

Do you not see the gentleness in which Wei Wuxian handles the blue-faced woman mirrored in how he handles Wen Qing when he takes her to the Qiongqi Path labor camp?

When she had been fighting, her face was almost hideous, but now, with her dark face against Wei WuXian’s lap, she somehow seemed to be a charming concubine, obediently pleasing her master. Giggling laughter came from her mouth as well. Wei WuXian sat leaning to one side, his right hand stroking her soft, long hair over and over again.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

The shock that Wen Qing received was too strong. Finally, she couldn’t hang on any longer and passed out. Standing behind her, Wei WuXian caught her without saying anything, letting her lean onto his chest.

—Chapt. 72: Recklessness, exr

And then they both go on to reciprocate that care via over-protectiveness, even when Wei Wuxian isn't actively controlling them:

The curvature of Wei WuXian’s lips dropped slightly as he glanced at him. Jiang Cheng had also heard the dissonant tone, “Second Young Master Lan, what do you mean by this?” Lan WangJi’s eyes were glued to Wei WuXian, “Answer me.” The ghoul child and the blue-faced woman began to stir. Wei WuXian turned around and looked at them. They backed off slowly, reluctant, and sunk into the darkness.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

After reading the entire novel and seeing how he maintains this same level of care towards everyone he has no antagonistic relationship with, alive and dead, how could I not be moved when circling back to reread this moment?

[yumedoca]

Some Lum studies based on her expressions from the love potion movie...

[lost-in-fandoms]

Max via Kelly's Instagram stories