#i am seeing the fawking light

[heeslomll]

chelsea :(( my pretty kitty thank u sm !!! 🩷🩷🥺 i love you

kiss it off me — enha ot6 legal line foodplay !

cw: f!reader; 4nal, ass eating, temperature play, ice d1ldo, tit worship, possessive kink, cum eating, blah blah blah

a/n: for my freakhoonz OBVIOUSLY but most importantly for @heeslomll !!! congratulations on graduating nessa! i love you and i'll always be proud of you my sweet girl. twinz forever <3

this is in no way supposed to be an accurate portrayal of enhypen. minors dni, 18+ only.

heeseung

your boyfriend affectionately refers to your ass as his personal cake

and one day you're lounging in bed with him the AC isn't working; it's a hot ass day so both of you, of course, are naked and eating ice cream, giggling like kids up to no good

things start to get out of hand when heeseung shakes the can of whipped cream too hard and it gets everywhere, splattering your face in the process.

"hee!" you squeal, wrinkling your nose at him in half-serious disgust. "it's sticky!"

"sorry, baby. i'll clean you up, hold on." he takes his finger and swipes up the whipped cream that decorates your features, and you think he's going to either lick it off himself or feed it to you, but he does neither

with a mischievous glint in his eye he rubs it over your lips

"i'm still sticky," you whine

"sorry, here, i'll fix it," he says, giving you a kiss and licking the cream off your lips. he keeps his tongue poking out and licks all the way across your face. "mm, babe. you taste so good. just wanna eat you up."

flustered, you stutter out, "you can, if you want..."

"any part of you?"

"uh-huh," you answer, too fixated on his pretty features

"turn over, then, baby." heeseung makes you literally spread your ass open and for a moment you think he's going to eat your cunt from the back

but then you hear the sound of the whipped cream canister spraying, and then you feel the cold topping drip onto your puckered rim

and then you feel the familiar glide of heeseung’s rough tongue, although this time he’s not eating your pussy

but he does have two fingers fucking your hole open while he eats your ass

“want you to cum like this, baby. can you do that for me? please?”

you can’t do anything but obey; after all, your boyfriend treats you so well, all the time

the rest under the cut!

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jay

you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend if you can try ass play but you’re nervous

but also you just really really love him and you want to give him the honor of claiming your last untouched hole

so you when you bring it up, you also ask jay if you can do a shot of his expensive whiskey to help calm your nerves

and he’s like, “of course, darling, anything to help you feel good—but we don't have to do it if you’re not 100% sure about it.”

and you say, “no, i’m sure i want this, you know i just have a hard time relaxing…”

being the loving boyfriend who also loves to spoil you that he is, he gives in to your whims

but, also, jay being jay, obviously he isn’t going to just give you a glass with a shot of Suntory

he puts the shot in his mouth and then kisses you, spitting it into your mouth

and then repeats this a few more times until you feel the warm, dazed feeling of the alcohol buzz permeate through your insides

“‘m ready, daddy,” you murmur to him

“okay angel face, get on all fours for me, hm? face down, ass up, you know what to do.”

“yes, daddy,” you answer obediently

jay loves you like this: extra submissive and docile, not bratting out on him like you like to do

yeah he spits a little whiskey on the buttplug and then on your waiting hole to lube it up

“deep breaths for me, okay, princess? we can stop at any time.”

“no, daddy, want you to train me. wanna take your cock in my ass soon.”

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? hm? how does it feel, baby? tell daddy.”

“feels… ah! i feel so full.”

“you’re doing so well for me, baby. want my fingers, too? wanna be stuffed?”

that’s a rhetorical question. of course you do

jake

to get back at jake for him blindfolding you and making you ride his abs, you blindfold him this time

of course he’s all up for it

but what he doesn't know is that when you were out today

you picked up a box of your favorite donuts

which is your favorite treat

right after your boyfriend's big cock of course

you leave your blindfolded jakey in the bedroom, cock straining against his abs while you go to the kitchen to microwave the donuts until they're warm

and all the while he’s whining impatiently, “baaaaabe, come back” over and over again

when he hears your footsteps enter the room you see his cock twitch in anticipation

and it twitches again when he hears your mischievous giggle

“alright, jakey, no touching, okay? put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpers but does what you ask of him

and then you take his cock in your mouth, deepthroating him easily thanks to the countless times you've given him head over the years

he’s still whimpering, now with the addition of bucking his hips up trying to fuck your face even if you’re pushing him back down gently

you come off his cock with a pop! and reach for the box of donuts, pulling out a glazed ring and giggling to yourself again before sliding it onto his cock

“uh, babe? what’s that?”

“nothing, jakey, don’t worry about it,” you answer. “just a little treat for both of us. how does it feel?”

“warm… and sticky… kinda like you…”

“good.”

when he cries out that he’s about to cum

you stop sucking and use your sticky hand to jerk him off while you tongue at his balls

and jake cums all over your hand and it drips down onto the donut

you’re just as much of a freak as he is and you decide to eat it

with all the squirming he’s been doing, the blindfold falls off as you’re eating the donut

and he watches with his jaw practically on the floor as you do

you show him your empty mouth after you’re done: "look baby, all clean!"

his cock perks up again at the sight of you so happy, tummy full of sugar and his cum

sunghoon

he was fucking around trying to make popsicles and instead of being normal

he froze strawberries in WATER thinking that was a good idea

and you’re so annoyed with him bc wdym he froze your expensive japanese strawberries in water

he’s like “baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” but you're just giving him the cold shoulder…

until he says he’ll make it up to you, which has you intrigued

because sunghoon has some very interesting ways of apologizing

of course he knows how to say sorry

verbally

but also with his cock, among other things he uses to make you feel good

this time it’s the fucking strawberry-water popsicle, with the promise that he won’t let your precious strawberries go to waste

he gets you spread open on the bed, teasing your cunt with the popsicle

you shiver at the contact, feeling it already start to thaw against your heated skin

you watch him with lust-filled eyes as he brings the popsicle to his mouth and suck on it, his pretty pink lips forming a perfect pout

and then

“fuck, hoonie!” you cry out as he nudges the tip of the popsicle into your waiting hole

he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck it into you, the coldness of the popsicle contrasting with the absolute heat rushing through your gummy, slick walls

“i’m really sorry, baby,” he says again

you literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about the strawberries at this point but you might as well use your earlier annoyance with him to your advantage

“want your cock, too, hoonie…”

he’s in no position to make you beg for it as he usually does

so he gives it to you, fucking you slow and deep for a few strokes before switching back to the popsicle

alternating between his warm skin and the melting ice has you close to the edge

but what makes you cum is when

he pulls the popsicle out of you and replaces it with his cock, thrusting into you down to the hilt while he takes a bite out of one of the strawberries

“mm,” he coos. “tastes way better like this, baby. wanna try?”

jungwon

having an innocent boyfriend has its perks

one of them being that he’s willing to try literally everything

so when you walk into the bedroom with a couple towels and a bottle of chocolate syrup

his eyeballs practically jump out of his head he’s so fucking excited

like what do you mean he gets to have his pretty girlfriend naked on the bed while he plays with her

he’s going to have wet dreams about this for weeks

but that’s for a different post, not this one

anyways

he straddles your waist and experimentally drips some syrup onto your tits

he’s learned to be a tease after being with you for some time now

so he completely skips your nipples, much to your dismay

they're hard and in his face so it's hard for him to not pay attention to them when he licks off the chocolate from your tits

you whine impatiently and he laughs under his breath before he indulges you

because he’s weak for you

and he spends what feels like hours just licking and sucking and biting at your nipples

moaning at the taste of the chocolate

moaning because your tits are in his mouth

moaning as his cock gets some friction against your smooth skin

you fucking cum just from him playing with your tits so passionately and intensely

like he is paying attention to them like he’s never seen them before in his life

and then just when you think he can’t surprise you any more

he cums, too

all over your stomach and underneath your tits

he rubs his cum on your nipples and licks it off with more chocolate syrup

neither of you can speak and the room is hot hot hot

and sticky

and honestly you should have known that your boyfriend had a little bit of a possessive streak when it comes to you

you’re hot as fuck and he wonders every day how he bagged you

regardless it makes your eyes roll back into your head when you manage to read what he’s written with his finger in a mix of chocolate syrup and his cum

right over your neglected cunt

property of yang jungwon.

sunoo

you're not as much of a sweets person as he is

but you love your boyfriend nonetheless

and you always want to indulge him no matter what

even if it includes him laying on you and getting the sugar dust of his gummy peach rings all over your skin

because, come on, you enjoy when he licks it off you

he always gets carried away

and blames it on the sugar high

but really he’s just horny

this time is no different

he has the neckline of your tank top pulled down to expose your tits to the cold room air

your nipples harden in excitement

and also to the sudden change in temperature

but mostly you’re excited because you love when he gets like this

it’s not very often when he’s catering to you and not the other way around

after all, your sunny baby is the brat in the relationship

moving on

you watch him intently as he sucks off the sugar from a peach ring

and then

places it over your nipple before admiring his work

it confuses you for a second and you almost get annoyed at him for making a sticky mess of you and not doing anything

both on your tits and in your panties

you look at him like ???

and he just fucking winks at you before ducking his head down to your tit

laving his tongue over your nipple, swirling it around the piece of candy and moaning

the vibration makes your back arch, pushing your tits even more into his face

he grabs your tit with his hand and squeezes it

and you don't notice until later but he uses his other hand to get his cock out

and push it inside you

cockwarming while he sucks on your sugar-coated nipples

moaning when you clench around him

which, in turn, makes you moan even louder

“you’re so sweet, lovely. just like candy.”

taglist: @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee @heeheeswifey

[lovingseventeen]

Hiii hope you're well 🫶🏼

I really really loved the svt doing your make up 🥺 honestly getting make up done is so relaxing and it can be so intimate (me when lol)

I have a suggestion for a svt reaction bec you see I have a thing for hands, like the hands are one of the first thing I notice about a person so I wonder how svt would react to their s/o randomly grabbing their had and kissing it 🥹

randomly kissing svt’s hands 🫶🏽

a/n: HI ANON i LOVE this request omggg. i have so many things queued but i HAD to write this rn rn

edit: i’m literally biting my lip as i write this bc FAWK this is such a cute idea i need all of these men’s hands in marriage rn

seungcheol:

❥ he loves holding hands so he doesn’t question when you grab his hand

❥ he’s about to lace his fingers with yours when he feels you bringing his hand up to your face to kiss it

❥ but he does malfunction a little bit because his brain is thinking: wait i’m supposed to do that to you

jeonghan:

❥ you can hear his typical “ayy” as he watches you

❥ he won’t admit that he’s a little flustered

❥ you only find out that he is when he tucks his hair behind his ear and you notice that the tips of his ears are pink

joshua:

❥ watches you with the most endearing smile

❥ lets you do you what you want but still leans in close to your face and asks, “what’s this for pretty baby, hm?” AAAAAAAA

jun:

❥ so so confused but he doesn’t pull his hand from you (because he never would)

❥ “what’s this?” he asks as you’re bringing his hand up

❥ “mm, nothing babe” you hum, placing a light kiss to the back of his hand

❥ “oh, okay?” he replies, pink dusting his cheeks

hoshi:

❥ LOVES IT

❥ blushing so bad but he isn’t even embarrassed

❥ goes “oo” as your lips make contact with his skin

❥ “does this mean you have a crush on me?” he jokes, making you drop his hand and smack his arm

❥ but ofc he catches your wrist and pulls you into him so he can properly kiss you

wonwoo:

❥ you could do anything to him and he’d go with it

❥ smiles as you kiss his knuckles

❥ he might not comment on it but he’ll give you a few extra kisses that day

jihoon:

❥ you were chilling with him in the studio as he was going over his work

❥ without thinking about it too much, you took his hand to give it a little kiss which grabs his attention

❥ he hums in surprise and he’s so flustered that he’s immediately asking “am i not giving you enough attention today? i’m sorry baby give me a minute-” as he’s already starting to close some tabs on his desktop

❥ “oh, no! jihoon, i just felt like doing it!” you quickly explained, but he’s still closing off his things

❥ “i’ve done enough work today anyways” he decides, assuring you

minghao:

❥ so so giggly as the slight foreign feeling of your lips brushing against his hand

❥ so smiley even as he’s asking “what’s this? you don’t usually do this”

❥ hair ruffle right after you do it

mingyu:

❥ you tease him a little as you run your thumb over his knuckles

❥ he’s wondering what you’re doing but it’s also not entirely new

❥ it’s when you’re lifting his hand that he’s already blushing because there’s no way you’re about to do what he’s thinking

❥ “what’re you doing? baby, what’s this?” right as you hold eye contact and kiss his hand

❥ for a pretty big and buff man, he feels like putty in your touch, he’s covering his face with his free hand because he can’t even look at you with how pink he’s getting

❥ “so i can’t even kiss my boyfriend’s hand?” you tease

❥ “not when it makes me like this!” he whines (definitely do this to him again)

seokmin:

❥ you couldn’t help but kiss his hands god they’re so pretty AAAAAA

❥ for seokmin, you took both of his hands in yours, making him raise his eyebrows, “oh?”

❥ casually, you place on kiss to his left, then one to his right and his eyes follow your ministrations

❥ best believe his heart is hammering and he’s blushing madly

❥ “do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, swearing that he’s falling even harder when you coyly shake your head no

seungkwan:

❥ you kind of adored him when he was in a state of rambling about his day, even when he was tutting about the member teasing him but especially when you could tell that he felt like he did well. you were watching him from your couch as he paced your living room

❥ but there’s a moment when his eyebrows are furrowed because he’s talking about this dance move that he’s supposed to do on top of singing something quite difficult

❥ “it’s supposed to go something like this..” he murmurs slowly walking you through the dance steps, quirking his head as he wonders how he’ll do it

❥ he plops down onto the couch next to you when he’s finished walking you (and himself) through the whole chorus, leaning his head back. “i just don’t know how-”

❥ you take his hand because he’s so clearly stressed and place a kiss to it. his words stop as his face heats up from the sudden gesture

❥ “why all of a sudden?” he murmurs, looking away from you because you caught his so off guard

❥ “because my baby’s so stressed and i know you want to avoid getting wrinkles” you chuckle

vernon:

❥ also so chill with it — would also probably let you do anything to him

❥ a small smile as you randomly kiss his hand

❥ “this is new” he observes, smiling wider when you giggle

❥ “just felt like it, why, is it weird?”

❥ he shakes his head, “no, not at all”

chan:

❥ “w-what, what is this?” he’s mumbling as you unexpectedly take his hand and kiss it

❥ “just wanted to give you a kiss” you reply simply

❥ he’s so pink but he’s trying to quickly think of a way to recover

❥ “well, why don’t you give me a real one” he decides, surprising you by pulling you into him by your waist

[gaiuskamilah]

For the unpopular opinion: The amount of hate Nia got during Blades 2 was over the top. Her storyline was actually enjoyable.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

REAL AND TRUE. biased because i am of course a nia enjoyer and she's my favorite blades character but the amount of hate nia got was ridiculous. so much of it stemmed from people feeling like she was stealing the power fantasy they wanted for mc. some "criticism" of her was stupid as hell, some of it was like "umm nia's a mary sue and does xyz and shes sooo perfect and her character flaws arent even flaws ackshually, it just makes her perfect and annoying, but imo if they wrote mc the same way it would be totally fine because then it would be a power fantasy to ME ME ME ME MEEEE" jesus fawking christ think about someone other than yourselves for a moment.

don't even fucking get me started on people hating that mc cared enough about nia to not reveal her shadow form without nia's consent. some people care about their friends and their friends' bodily autonomy, actually. you can just say you do not like or care about nia at all. you can just say you hate women when they take up more space than your male favorites. my god.

blades 1 was described as "nia's story" by the writers and her story, her struggle with light-shadow has always been a central part to the theme of blades. i loved her arc in book 2, honestly to the point that whenever i play book 1 it feels wrong to see her in her old clothes and hair because she's changed and developed so much in b2. b2 had almost everything i wanted for her character following b1. i love nia if nia has no fans then i am dead, etc etc

anyway. this is going to be some of you when the hate comes back during book 3's release because the choices fandom has a boner for hating on women

send an (un)popular opinion and i'll rate it

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 17 - Apple

Loosely referencing previous snippets - a tradition of apple harvesting, and my own headcanon that Severus is a wonderful cook and baker.

Minerva had dropped by unexpectantly, a matter of paperwork which had rapidly transformed into idle chatter. She was still here when Severus knocked on the door for their traditional Saturday game of chess: not that it was unusual for her to join them, but she had originally planned an afternoon of marking.

"Ah, Severus, please come in", Albus said warmly, gesturing towards his usual seat.

It was a gorgeous afternoon in June, and the window, beside his desk, was wide open. Outside Fawkes was flying happily, using the light breeze to carry himself for a while, then flying back to an acceptable height and repeating the process. Severus closed the door behind him. He was carrying something with his left hand - Minerva raised an eyebrow.

"What do you have here, my boy?" the headmaster asked, half-rising to clear some space on his desk.

It proved to be difficult: many parchment scrolls fell on the floor, and only Minerva's quick reflexes avoided a catastrophe of spilt ink.

"You know tidying up is an option, right, Albus?" she asked, getting up to put a set of quills away.

"Don't bother, Minerva," Severus replied drily. "Such activity is apparently beyond the headmaster's capabilities."

He put down his burden onto the desk. It looked like a tart mould covered with a white cloth.

"This smells divine", Albus said, purposely changing the subject. "Did you bake for us, Severus?"

Minerva rolled her eyes and cleared the reminder of the desk with her wand.

"An apple pie. There were some fruits left in the cellars - I needed a break from the dunderheads' exams. You would not believe the number of spelling mistakes this year…"

"Why do you think I am here?" Minerva interrupted jokingly.

Gently, Albus put away the cloth, revealing a beautiful, golden pie. It was elegantly ornated with braids of puff pastry, and both Gryffindors could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"Severus! You must really cook for us more often. You know how much I love your cuisine - your apple pies are a particular favourite of mine."

"You do not pay me nearly enough for me to cook on top of teaching, Albus", the younger man replied ironically, but Minerva discerned a slight blush on his cheeks.

She smiled, taking her eyes off him before he would notice her.

"And why were you in the cellars?" she asked, summoning three plates, a knife and a pie server.

"I was attempting to finish my lunch without the house elves pestering me."

"Do not be so hard on them, Severus. They are merely happy to see you eat."

The headmaster set out to cut the pie, and Minerva watched as their younger colleague made no reply. Albus, clearly, was completely oblivious to Severus' obvious lie.

The man rarely baked, and when he did, it was always when prompted to by Albus - he brewed to clear his mind, he did not cook.

She whispered her thanks when the headmaster handed her a plate with a neatly cut slice of pie and lifted her cup of tea to her lips. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Severus glanced rapidly at the headmaster, an almost imperceptible look of contentment gracing his face when the old man let out another expression of delight.

The pie was, indeed, delicious.

Sitting back in her chair comfortably, she gazed at Fawkes who was flying once more towards the sun, purposely breaking a formation of wild geese in the process. Would Albus think this was perfectly innocent?

Sometimes, too, her eyes drifted to the calendar pinned to the wall next to the window and she smiled quietly to herself - it was Father's Day.

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Written in response to this amazing prompt by anon:

[themediummultiverseau]

Sorry I put the question in the wrong place before. What were the ghosts favorite holiday when they were alive?

(pretty sure you put it in the right place before! dont worry haha)

dream - i never really paid much attention to holidays, but there were some people in the village celebrated something they called "Litha," id see them light bonfires and dance, flowers woven into hair or fur, and i just remembered they looked so pretty and like they were actually having fun, but i dared not join in, not after my brothers death...

Dust - New years, i always saw it as a time to improve myself....make a new start and leave it all behind. Of course, that never happened, im such a failure, i could never improve

Killer - i was never raised very religious, but mum was, so i guess Eid ul-Fitr. We always had great sweets and i remember putting up pretty decorations, it always looked pretty and i just remember it being like, so cool

Horror - Christmas, spending time with my family and cooking a huge meal for them all to enjoy? Right up my alley! I always hosted, pretty much every year, and seeing the joy on my siblings face at the food that was so limited dressed up to be a meal fit for a king... It was just perfect!

Nightmare - I was always fond of All Hallows Eve. Once, i dressed myself up to be seen as a demonic spirit to scare some villagers scream, i can still see the look on their faces all these years later, and i could help those who were kind to me when they came to my door for offerings, of course, i couldnt let them know thats what i was doing. I did always enjoyed apple bobbing too... That always upset mother haha, something about it "disgracing our souls," never cared much myself honestly.

Ink - oh, huh? Holidays? uhhh, i dont know... Oh! Guy Fawks - Bonfire Night! I always made the guy to put on the bonfire, and fireworks are pretty too! Great to paint, and pretty simple haha! (Nightmare looks on in horror)

Error - Bah humbug - (Its christmas; he likes spending time with family, even if he doesnt want to admit it)

Geno - oh, i always liked boxing day, christmas was always so hectic, and the next day you got to just sit around and eat leftovers! I liked halloween too, we always went to the graveyard and lit candles for the graves, i always liked doing that.

Cross - ...Would it be silly to say St. George's Day? I grew up on those stories, and wanted to be like him when i grew up, a strong and noble soldier...

Lust - Valentines..... ( he used to give out wild flowers he picked to people on the streets as gifts, but he never found anyone who'd give one back...now he never will.)

Sans - not a ghost, but i think you can guess... (its april fools)

I really wanted to put a variety of holidays in here, but i myself am pagan and brought up in a mostly christian country, so if i messed up with anything, im sorry, it was not my intention - also, i put a bunch of holidays that are only celebrated over here in the uk, i didnt really think about it, and now there here - this au is mostly based on british history, because thats what im familiar with, and most of my historical knowledge is just from my own head, but theyre not really british, they live in some weird world that doesnt really exist so idk, think what you will haha

ii was not sure what i wanted to draw here, and it ended up being nothing - but theres a change i might add some at a later date)

Thank you for your support decadentroadmakerturtle, it means the world! :)

[tinogiehd]

they’ve never had a single nuanced critical thought in their lives and they are incapable of understanding the concept of personal discomfort or simply disliking something. to them they live with the black and white twitter mentality that everything is absolutely wrong or absolutely right with no room for ideas being able to coexist simultaneously. they are incapable of processing that they can personally be uncomfortable with something without it being a moral absolute for everyone to follow. they think everything they personally dislike or find uncomfortable has to be justified with being a crime or being completely morally bankrupt. and then their alleged morality and the hills they die on are hypocritical as fuck and just show they have no true backbone and only bend to whatever their mob mentality echo chamber is saying the loudest that week. you see it in them armchair diagnosing tubbo, a STRANGER to them, with autism and when he says he is not autistic, claiming that anybody calling them out is ableist and implying being autistic is inherently bad. you see it in the way their viewpoints flip from week to week. one day dream announces lore that has been planned for months so they create a hashtag against it in response, and later they flip the narrative and claim the lore was damage control in response to the hashtag. one day tommy is a silly child who is incapable of thinking for himself and is being victimized without knowing, the next he’s so strong and they’re glad to see how much he’s grown into an adult. at the end of the day most of what they do and say is simply meant to frame dream in the worst light possible and they finally have something they can use as justification for his permanent condemnation. they’re incapable of just being able to say they dislike something without a moral justification or without claiming something criminal has occurred, so in an attempt at performative activism and claiming they care about victims they use accounts they claim to care about and exploit them to push their own personal agendas and in the process trigger countless people whose voices they refuse to listen to because they do not value any voices that do not agree with them. nothing they say or do has value anywhere but the internet where nobody but their mutual circles will cheer them on. like actually go outside and experience real life i am so fucking serious.

the day that these people understand that things rarely RARELY exist in black and white is the day that I can breathe again. it’s so fucking unhealthy to view everything in either the worst possible light or one that absolves somebody of every trace of wrongdoing. you are ALLOWED to dislike somebody without it being an objective issue of morality. you can be personally uncomfortable with situations or comments made or past political views without projecting your discomfort onto everyone else and presenting it as an objective right and wrong- because it isn’t in 99% of cases. nobody owes you a certain belief just because you have it and you cannot demand somebody see the world through your eyes. that’s just not how things work. and it becomes so painfully clear that morality is a front when you can set it aside because your fav isn’t abiding by the standards that you’ve so deliberately set. 

the echo chamber is so crazy to me, like what the fuck gives you the right to armchair diagnose somebody you’ve never and will never meet with autism, and then call people ableist for taking issue with that. people should be taking fucking issue with that. and the stupid fucking damage control narrative like we have SEEN dream’s damage control play out before, like the january dreamxd lore stream and geoguessr. we have seen examples of it being immediate and poorly planned, usually panic responses to a horrifying situation- which is also what october was. pretending like a lore ending that has publicly been in the works for fawking months was damage control- multiple weeks after the fact- is delusional. i’m sorry. and there’s only so much wiggle room you can give your ccs if you genuinely believe that dream is a criminal or predator. tommy is not a victim or too young to understand; he is an adult surrounded by adults who have been in proximity to predators before and have proven themselves capable of publicly cutting ties with them (cmc). instead of facing the fact that tommy’s morality does not allign with their own, they found a way to use it to once again present dream in the worst possible way because god forbid they accept that nobody fawking cares. 

touch grass. die, maybe. go volunteer at an animal shelter. do something useful with your lives instead of harassing ccs with immensely triggering topics or spinning a narrative about dream being a master manipulator that your ccs clearly disagree with in an effort to protect them from yourselves and your own narrow-minded agenda. 

[from-ultra-space]

escape. bright lights. escape. 0-4-6-9-10-13. and the last... he was, he was... scales. broken lights. stained walls. ruins of what was. and... and... red. dark. corrupted. the same gem from before. Sorry. The lab has been more clear than ever as of late. I remember that it was located somewhere in New York City... but that's about all. I keep thinking about 6 numbers in sequence, but what does it mean? I'll know eventually, I'm sure. I had the strangest feeling when I was exploring a lab yesterday. I saw an image of a Koraidon, and although I had never heard of this thing before being told about its name, it felt so... familiar. what was that lab, anyway? i remember taking a short trip to poni island to sightsee with the only person i remember from before, and he took me to a lab with strange robots and ancient-looking pokémon. what did it all mean? Anyway, I've been sorting through some of your own data files out of pure curiosity to see if any of it sparked a memory (nothing classified or confidential- your team made sure of that) and found something I recognized

It was a name- Daniel Fawkes. I don't recall everything about him, but I know he's the one I went to sightsee with. although, strangely, he felt different than the last we spoke, as if he was a different person entirely. he seemed to remember nothing of Raptor or B-13. not that I knew what that last thing was, anyway, but still, strange...

That's... about all. I'll let you know if anything else comes back, but for now... I'll see you again soon. -Andrew

0-4-6-9-10-13? And a red gem? I am unsure what most of it means but we can start with what we do know. The strange pokemon you saw on Poni Island have to be the Paradox Pokemon I keep hearing so much about. Koraidon is one of them (and maybe a few other things. Then there’s Fawkes-) and it might be a good lead. In the meantime I will run the numbers through a few different through some sources although I doubt anything will come of it. I might… sort my files too. Just in case.

[hardly-an-escape]

I wrote a second chapter for my little fic Fridays.

He does, one night on watch, scribble a letter to his stranger (just in case). He buries it at the bottom of a shellhole the next day without rereading it.

- - -

3rd Nov. 1916

My Stranger —

Where do you go, in between our meetings? Have you a home, a place to return to, someone a place that always welcomes you back? Or are you an itinerant soul, ever wandering, never settled?

I have pictured you in a manor house; I have pictured you among the clouds as an angel. I have pictured you a prophet, touching down briefly amongst the rabble of humanity to show us some version of a different self.

Wherever you are… I hope it is far from here.

I don’t know if I believe in Hell, but if I did, this pit of mud would not be much removed from my conception of that plane. I confess there have been moments, clouded by gas or bombarded by shells, when I do think that whatever blessing or magic you bestowed on me in the White Horse has run its course, and I have been damned to Hades. I suppose I’ve committed sins enough by now to have earned the trip of my own accord.

If indeed I should not live to see

Should you deign to return after last

I want

[The bottom of this page is singed too badly to make out the remaining words. The text continues on a fresh sheet.]

4th Nov.

Sorry. Bomb. You know how it goes.

Not that you’ll ever see this. I don’t know why I even

5th Nov.

Guy Fawkes Night. Some of the lads are joking about bonfires. Even after five hundred years I remain in awe of our human capacity to joke in the midst of the most horrific experiences known to man. These boys are whistling into a hurricane, and they know it, and they do it anyway. Just because.

Is that why you keep returning? To watch us whistle? I suppose it would be understandable, although somehow I don’t think that’s your particular cup of tea.

The padre came by a little while ago to read Compline before we went out on night watch. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the prayerbook — you could have written half of it for all I know — but there’s a bit in there that never fails to send my stomach swooping these days. Once, when I was a younger man (yes, I know) I climbed a church spire on a dare. That dizzy view, looking down at the sickmaking ground from on high? That’s what I mean.

I keep returning to these words over and over. They have lodged somewhere deep inside me, I don’t know exactly where, but they run through my head like a melody that’s gotten stuck:

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; To be a light to lighten the Gentiles and to be the glory of thy people Israel.

Do you know the story? Simeon was an old man, promised by the Holy Ghost that he would not die until he beheld the Messiah; this is the prayer he speaks when he sees the Christ Child is presented at the temple. The promise of the Spirit finally fulfilled, he releases himself gladly to death.

I suppose it’s obvious, psychologically speaking, why this speaks so to me. I don’t go in much for psychology myself, but our captain – a highly educated man – is very interested in the subject, so I’ve picked up a bit. I can only imagine what the analysts would make of a man who can’t die, whose mind is so fixed on the words of a man who is waiting to die.

It is getting late now and my eyes are heavy; but I have an hour left on my watch so I will write to stay awake.

Do you think, Stranger, that I am secretly longing to depart this life in peace, like Simeon? If so, it is a secret I have kept even from myself, if it is possible to do such a thing. All I want is to get to the other side of this war with my faculties reasonably intact and see you in 1989 and resume my life as I see fit. I have no desire for Heaven.

And yet. The words keep circling in my mind.

I think perhaps I am Simeon before he sees the babe. I am still waiting for what I was promised and have not yet seen thy salvation. I wonder what will happen to me after mine eyes behold you once more.

I have faith – I believe that whether you name me “friend” or no, you will be there in 1989. It is a blasphemous faith no doubt, but I cannot help but hold as fast to it as I do to God. Perhaps more so, for I know you are real, and it is hard to find God in a trench.

You will never see this letter (after all, I have no way to send it even if I wanted to).

Wherever you are, my strange friend, I hope you are safe. I hope you still believe in me.

Yours ever, Hob Gadling

[This letter was buried at the bottom of a shellhole in the early hours of 6th November 1916 and never recovered.]

[Read on A03.]

[offsidekineticist]

I see Theo lugging around a copy of one of his favorite books as a kid, mysteriously finding it in the ashes of Kenabras. It's always his favorite, no matter the timeline he's in.

Ooh, I hadn't thought about it before, but it fits so well, especially with his "Someone else is the KC" timeline, that I was almost immediately able to say what book it was, so I'm gonna call that a 10/10

(Also I am so sorry for the novel length rambling that this spawned.)

CW: fratricide, abandonment issues, book burning, and the rise of a repressive regime

It was a heretical children's book about the death of Ihys, Asmodeus's elder brother. Without getting too deep into it, Ihys and Asmodeus had a war over free will (Ihys thought it was cool, Asmodeus not so much), pretty much all the gods got dragged into it, etc. It ends when Asmodeus and Ihys meet to talk, and Asmodeus extends his hand in friendship before running Ihys through with his spear. Then, having won the war, Asmodeus decided to pretend he lost the war and retreated to hell for...reasons (the explanation varies by source)

So Theo's favorite book tells this story, and it was written by a particularly radical (and subsequently excommunicated) priest of Sarenrae (arguably Ihys's successor the way Iomedae is Aroden's successor). It's heretical because it suggests that Asmodeus did not intend to kill Ihys, only maim him so that he had to surrender. The book further posits that Asmodeus allowed free will to stand because once Ihys died, free will was essentially his legacy - if free will was done away with, nobody would have reason to remember him, and Asmodeus couldn't have that because he loved his brother. The conclusion, of course, is that everyone, even the most wicked of devils, has some goodness in them. (Note that Sarenrae maintains Asmodeus retreated because she kicked the shit out of him for killing her mentor in a cowardly betrayal, and that she also thinks Asmodeus is too far gone for redemption, so the church of Sarenrae reeeeeeeally isn't a fan of this book, lol)

Why is this Theo's favorite? Well, he found it for the first time about a year after moving to Brastlewark, so it might have something to do with how his fear of abandonment made him assume Regill was only his friend out of convenience and would leave him as soon as he had the opportunity. Ihys was an example of someone in what Theo saw as a similar position who didn't let that get in the way of his duty to his younger brother. And the idea that Asmodeus might actually still love Ihys gave Theo some hope that maybe Regill did love him on some level, even though he was going to leave him.

(6-year-old Regill, btw, hated the book bc the pictures of devils gave him nightmares, and the ending made him cry. Don't bother asking him about it, he will deny this to his dying day.)

Fast forward 30 years. The Thrunes have taken over Cheliax and the Order of the Rack is burning books across the country. Brastlewark is shielded from the worst of Thrune's atrocities because...uh...I think the gnomes scare them? But the king of Brastlewark is firmly in Thrune's pocket, so I headcanon Brastlewark still has book burning, they just conduct it more like Guy Fawkes Day. And of course, one of the first books to go on the pyre is this heretical children's book. If Theoven isn't the Knight-Commander, he's right there: he's a librarian - he manages the public repository of books, specifically the children's books. Which means that, because the Order of the Rack isn't managing these pyres, part of his job is collecting the books and lighting the pyre. And, obviously, refusing is not an option.

And it's there, burning his favorite book, committing an anathema against his mother's favorite god, estranged from his brother who helped bring this world about, watching his father and neighbors happily enjoying "the festival," that Theoven Derenge begins to lose his battle with the bleaching.

[jaeyunverse]

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[frambiti]

WORST KPOP SONGS OF THE YEAR LFGGG

moonlight sunrise - literally no one who sung the chorus could sing like can we be serious please

sugar rush ride - what an evil, despicable chorus

fighting - how you have dk seungkwan and hoshi in a unit and then give them this god awful song?

flower - i cannot believe we waited like 5 years for this ugly song yg you’re SICK

golden hour - he looked good in the mv and that’s all i can say about that.

super - turn this shit OFFFF

unforgiven - zero creativity or passion was put into this song like damn

queencard - girls pls stop embarrassing ur fans

bite me - such an evil group like the negative energy stemming from their songs is overwhelming

one and only - you will never be gowon. ever.

bouncy - i was at a red light while mingi’s rap came on and everyone around me rolled their windows up

shhh - ugly ass chorus omg

do not touch - see this was just a crazy thing for jyp to do because none of these girls can sing. like that’s really insane

cake - i think itzy should go on hiatus for a while

fast forward - the katy perry sample??? u cannot be fr

baggy jeans - taeyong get the FAWK off my screen

siren - shotaro i am sorry.

agassy - soojin wtf is this

batter up - i’m blowing up the yg headquarters

[countenanceblog]

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

The throne room of Donaven Vex was a sight to behold. It was vast and opulent, adorned with grandeur and extravagance. Black pillars reached up towards the forty-foot ceiling. Artificial waterfalls cascaded down from the sides of the room, their waters illuminated by green lights that gave the whole chamber an ethereal glow.

Seated at the center of it all was Donaven Vex himself, perched on a magnificent throne made entirely of purple crystal. His presence commanded authority, and his piercing gaze seemed to see through anyone who dared to meet his eyes. His strange appearance was marked by a pair of striking green eyes that seemed to glint with an otherworldly energy. His skin had an ethereal pale glow, almost as if he were not entirely human.

As Francisco Lobo, Aleister Fawkes, Gwyneth Campbell, and Wayne Caulfield entered the throne room, they were struck by the sensation of . . . gravity.

Wayne was the first to break the silence, striding forward with a swagger that matched his self-centered personality. "Donaven Vex, pleasure to meet you, big man," he said, his tone bordering on arrogance.

Aleister, cool and composed as always, followed Wayne's lead with a nod of acknowledgment. "Aleister Fawkes, at your service," he said.

Gwyneth stepped forward, her clothes still red, unyielding in her determination. "Gwyneth Campbell," she stated firmly. "We're here for business."

"And you," said Vex as he indicated Francisco. "You I remember as the Wolf. Does that hold true?"

Francisco bowed. "My lord, you gave me that name."

Vex leaned forward in his seat. "And why did I give you that name? Have you explained it to your friends?"

"No, my lord," said an implacable Francisco.

Vex nodded. "Interesting." He eyed Gwyneth. "What sort of business to you intend to conduct here?"

Gwyneth piped up. "Information for information. We know some of the players in the game, with regard to the earthquake, and Raj Dubey. We need your help locating a man named Herringbone, in exchange."

"If Herringbone wanted to save you," said Vex, "he would have found you himself. Whatever he knows," the kingpin intoned, "he tells me about it too. And he knows more than any of you. For instance, do you know that you and all your friends have already replaced David Griffith and Nemo Davis on the most wanted list as of five minutes before you came in? No, I will remain, where others have fallen. You have nothing of value to tell me." Francisco was crestfallen. Gwyneth lowered her hands.

Wayne said, "What are you going to do with us, then?"

Vex frowned. "There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide. Your strength must come from your own power. That is my advice to the four of you."

Francisco piped up. "You wouldn't be sitting on that throne if it weren't for me, Donaven. It behooves you to adhere to the codes. You made me yourself."

Vex's expression darkened at Francisco's words, but he remained composed. "You speak the truth, Francisco. And for that, I am willing to offer you a choice," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You can walk away from this meeting with your lives, or you can test your mettle against me in a duel. If you win, you may have the information you seek."

Aleister, always the cool-headed one, stepped forward. "And what if we refuse both options?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Vex.

"Then you will have to face the consequences of crossing me," Vex replied cryptically.

Gwyneth squared her shoulders, undeterred by the threat. "We didn't come all this way to back down now," she said defiantly.

Vex's lips curled into a faint smile. "Very well," he said, standing up from his crystal throne. "Prepare yourselves, then. If you wish to face me, be ready to fight with everything you've got. Who do you nominate?"

Before anyone else could react, Aleister said, "Me."

Suddenly the heavy doors of the throne room opened. The man who entered the scene was dressed in gray finery, and wore a red demon mask. Vex reeled; and then began to laugh after his own twisted fashion.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?," he asked the masked man. Francisco's eyes went wide.

"You!," said Francisco, pointing at the masked man. "You're the one who saved me, years ago."

"Indeed I am," said the man. He was speaking through some kind of voice scrambler, and it sounded like he had a tracheotomy. "You can call me Herringbone. And Vex, you're in no shape to duel that boy."

Vex's amusement subsided, replaced by a steely glare directed at Herringbone. "You dare to interfere in my affairs?" he growled.

Herringbone didn't flinch, his masked face unreadable. "I dare plenty, Vex. And I have a vested interest in the well-being of these individuals," he said, motioning towards Francisco, Aleister, Gwyneth, and Wayne. "They have potential, and they're part of a much larger plan."

Francisco stepped forward, his expression a mix of gratitude and confusion. "You saved me back then. Why? And why help us now?"

Herringbone's voice remained cold and distorted through the voice scrambler. "You were different, Francisco. A wolf among sheep, as Vex says. I saw potential in you. As for now, I have my reasons for helping you, but I don't owe you an explanation."

Gwyneth was cautious but determined. "We need your help. People are getting killed now, every day."

Herringbone chuckled behind his mask. "No, you don't need my help. But you could certainly use it. Vex's power is not to be underestimated."

Vex leaned back in his throne, an intrigued glint in his eyes. "And what is your plan here, Herringbone? Are you going to challenge me for control of Spain City?"

Herringbone shook his head. "No, Vex. I have no interest in ruling this cesspool. I have bigger fish to fry."

The tension in the room was palpable as the two powerful figures stared each other down.

Aleister stepped forward again. "I'll give you a duel."

Vex's gaze shifted to Aleister, sizing him up. "Very well," he said, a sly smile crossing his lips. "A duel it is."

[culpeppercheckers721]

Alright I spent RIDICULOUSLY long on this, as in this post even inspired me to make a tier list of each and every episode and finally here I am talking about my top 5;

5. S3E6: Many Mickles Make A Muckle - Ok there’s no way this wasn’t going to be in my top five— do I even need to explain this one?! 😂 This episode is unspeakably hilarious, but the dramatic elements of it are still SO good. I love events like these where various characters collide and clash, and that disaster of a Thanksgiving is some unforgettable television, that I might just be rewatching every November for the rest of my life. ;) It’s thrilling, it’s humorous, and all-around one of the most memorable episodes of all!

4. S1E2: Who By Fire - I surprised myself a bit when I ranked this one so high, but honestly, I am a sucker for the small-town horror/thriller elements this episode has, and I feel it truly encapsulates Turn at its best. From Robert Rogers’s entertaining and witty yet also sometimes unnerving presence, to Ben and Caleb beating the shit out of Simcoe (especially gratifying when you know what Simcoe will do later in the show 😒) and not even mentioning the *delicious* appearance of Ben in this episode (sorry not sorry because this was the time, when I first watched the show, that I realized how VERY much I enjoy Benjamin Tallmadge), the drama of it all is so, so unspeakably good. Don’t even get me going on the camera angles and the lighting. All of Who By Fire feels like a historical horror movie, in the absolute best way. Though this episode follows Guy Fawkes day, which is another holiday entirely, watching this episode on Halloween was an unforgettable experience for me, so similarly to the Thanksgiving episode in that aspect, there’s that nostalgia and annual revisiting option for me lmao. I might be rambling, but it’s just such a hell of an episode.

3. S2E4: Men Of Blood - Oh BOY. What can I even say about this one? Obviously I’m about to be biased to episodes that have the most Townhull, here, but it’s because I truly believe that their general dynamic & interactions feature some of the best writing in the show. This episode is so eventful, and once again features great use of color & lighting & camera shots throughout, but yes. Especially in the draughts scene. I could write an entire essay (and sort of am) just on this scene alone. The color palette, of the shadows and their contrast with the warm, fiery tones. The camera angles. The fucking WRITING, and the layers of meaning behind it. (God, thank you Alexander Rose.) One of my all-time favorite scenes in the entire series. And we also have the Anna and Hewlett stargazing scene, juxtaposed with Simcoe’s violence which isn’t fun to see, but still, there’s good cinematography and plot development (it’s basically the peak for all the ships this episode ahah, Jpeg, Townhull, Annlet…) and even though the ending isn’t QUITE as exciting as the rest of the episode, it sets up the rest of the season’s plot so well, and Abe’s subtle, quiet rebellion against Richard (just as Townsend described him doing) when he says the name Henry Browning… it’s all addictive. I’ve watched it so many times, and it still hits hard each rewatch!

2. S2E2: Hard Boiled - This one is very close to Men Of Blood on my favorites list as they both have a lot of the same things that make me love them, but this one cements itself so high up for having my favorite scene in the entire show; in case it isn’t clear what I’m talking about, Abe’s spying montage in New York with Take Us Alive by Other Lives playing in the background is absolutely stellar, you can feel the tension and the stakes, and it’s all so epic and well-choreographed only to give way to the “warm eggs” bit, quite possibly one of the most HILARIOUS scenes in the show. It is peak television. And I could go on and on. But it isn’t even just that, once again the writing and dialogue is on point, the color palettes are— GOD the color palettes in this episode are gorgeous, especially the warmth of Townsend’s boarding house and all the light through the stained glass windows, as well as the shot of Colonial Williamsburg at sunset giving way to the lighting of the Shippen House party, it’s all just so pleasing to the eye regardless of where we are. As much as the ending is a mess (but still objectively good television), this episode is once again so endlessly entertaining for me. (I LIVE for the awkward, hilarious domesticity of the Abe & Robert shit this episode offers. What I wouldn’t give for a spin-off just documenting all the time Abe spent under the roof of his boarding house, endlessly perplexing and annoying the intrigued innkeeper himself.) The ONLY thing that makes this episode number two instead of number one for me has to be the lack of Ben who is, overall, my favorite character who brings so much to the table, which brings me to…

1. S4E5: Private Woodhull - Private fucking Woodhull. This may be an unpopular opinion, but I fucking loved Abe’s whole redcoat arc??? I could watch that shit all day??? (Sort of hard to take him seriously but at the same time I love seeing him in it, so. 😂) Anyways have I mentioned how much I love lighting and color shit, because the color palettes are juicy in this episode, so many vibrant colors and good lighting choices in already great settings. Also Ben is here and his hair looks fantastic. But even if this episode WASN’T absolute eye candy, the pacing, plot, & writing in general once again takes it away, making this another episode I am yet to get sick of. The dialogue is absolutely fantastic, yet there’s also so much conveyed in looks alone— have I mentioned THE FUCKING KENNEDY HOUSE SCENE. Another of the best scenes of all times. The interactions between Abe & Robert again… peak fucking television. 🤡 (And don’t get me going on the “coat room” shit, which inspired let’s just say some fantastic various writers in the fandom, very validating to know I wasn’t the only one who was half-expecting them to make out in the fuckin cloak room BUT THAT IS A DIFFERENT POST ENTIRELY 🤪) Once again, witty exchanges of dialogue, lots of arcs within the plot get furthered and/or kickstarted, and it’s all just. So fun to watch? I absolutely adore it. Again, somehow a combination of hilarious, and a serious spy thriller with incredible stakes. It all just… takes my breath away, and I cannot, for the life of me, stop appreciating and re-appreciating this episode. ;)

Thank you if you actually read through this giant monster holy crap, this was super fun to do and I loved the idea!! Hope you all have a wonderful night. 💕

inspired by the poll about favorite seasons, i want to know your top five turn episodes!

here are mine:

s3e10 "trial and execution" - the way i BAWLED the first time i watched this episode lol. need i say more?

s3e6 "many mickles make a muckle" - the iconic TURNSGIVING DINNER SCENE! plus, bonus points for the deeply awkward dance party ft. george & martha, peggy & arnold, and ben lolol

s2e4 "men of blood" - this ep is foundational to jpeg as a ship (garden scene helloooo). also, it contains "don't presume you know what it is to be me" AND "you are a boy playing a man playing a spy, and each one a liar," which are both strong contenders for the best line in the show

s2e6 "houses divided" - this episode just has it all. juicy setauket drama (mary burning richard's magistrate book, awkward anna/simcoe kiss), hewlett kidnapping arc & abe prison arc, and, of course, the legendary john andre flute solo

s1e4 "eternity how long" - this was the episode that got me hooked on turn. i love the gravestones plotline as an intro to setauket's small town drama & revolutionary politics more broadly, plus, andre and philomena outsmarting charles lee is always fun to watch lol

honorable mentions: s1e6 "mr culpepper" because the scene where simcoe stabs a dude at andre's dinner table never fails to crack me up, and s3e7 "judgment" for the LEGENDARY mary shooting simcoe's ear off bit (this is a fantastic ep but it unfortunately also contains poor abigail walking in on andre banging philomena on the freaking dining room table, which is unspeakably horrendous LOL)

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] goobd morning aly bestie u have no idea how much i held in a Scream seeing u respond my ask and how i am Still holding back to respond the response and giving u more homework. i think. i am jsut iM AUGHGEGHHHJKK EVERYTHING BOUT IT JUST OOGHHGH holding ur hands spinning u too going helicopter all the way we r flying into the sky up to the stars lighting the universe in our silliness heeheehohohsodhehehhehe!! GOD ILYSM GIRLBROGNC YOU AR ETHE EVERRR i will wait patiently for the other part before i can. flood u back JUST U SEEE

GOOD MORNING BESTIE !!!!!!!!!!!! considering its Fawking Early for u by the time im responding to this :sob: I READ THIS WHILE AT WORK AND WENT :]]]]]]]]] ^_^ like fr..... holding UR hands spinning loving the spinning as we fly beyond the known universe <3 "you are the ever" made me lose my mind im still losing it a little bit actually idk why thats so funny to me but i fucking love it..... WILL GET THE OTHER PART OUT ASAP I PROMMY. u r waiting so patiently for me and i am waiting so impatiently for myself its a little funny i am knocking on the inside of my own brain like go girl get it together !!!!!!!!!

ily so so so bad i hope your day went well and if u r asleep i rly hope u sleep well and have the best day ever in the morning/tomorrow/when u r seeing this <- doesnt know your sleep schedule but does know that its fucked amen

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#5

started playing spiritfarer: farewell edition today

so we all agree the spirits are in their would be daemon forms in life, right? like atul would've had a frog daemon, gwen a deer, etc?

3 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

am I the only one who was reminded of the silver millennium this episode?

6 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#3

I made this post a few years ago but only got 8 notes so reposting. The Overwatch characters classpected by yours truly.

Mercy/Angela Ziegler: Sylph of Hope Reaper/Gabriel Reyes: Prince of Doom Torbjorn Lindholm: Mage of Time Symmetra/Satya Vaswani: Witch of Void (yes, despite her using hard light in her work-it's a specific personality thing) Doomfist/Akande Ogundimu: Lord of Doom Hanzo Shimada: Knight of Heart Ana Amari: Bard of Blood (I don't believe in gender exclusive classes) Zarya/Aleksandra Zaryanova: Heir of Life Roadhog/Mako Rutlege: Prince of Life Brigitte Lindholm: Knight of Hope Bastion: Bard of Life Winston: Seer of Hope Moira O'Deorain: Mage of Mind D.va/Hana Song: Maid of Space Reinhardt Wilhelm: Knight of Blood Soldier: 76/John Francis "Jack" Morrison: Knight of Rage Sombra/Olivia Colomar: Thief of Light Lucio Correia dos Santos: Rogue of Blood Mei-Ling Zhou: Witch of Breath Elizabeth Cledonia "Calamity" Ashe: Witch of Void Orisa: Knight of Life Pharah/Fareeha Amari: Knight of Breath Zenyatta: Sylph of Mind Jesse McCree/Cole Cassidy: Rogue of Breath Widowmaker/Amelie Lacroix nee Guilard: Thief of Life Tracer/Lena Oxton: Heir of Time Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes: Bard of Rage Genji Shimada: Mage of Void Hammond: Mage of Mind Jean-Baptiste Augustin: Mage of Light Echo: Muse of Mind Junker Queen/Odessa "Dez" Stone: Thief of Life Kiriko Kamori: Heir of Breath Ramattra: Bard of Void Sigma/Siebren de Kuiper: Page of Space Sojourn/Vivian Chase: Maid of Blood Bonus: Efi Oladele: Sylph of Life

8 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#2

What does Dana Terrace have against giraffes lmao

23 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

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[acradelius]

A little scenario where the Junker boys react to their partner squirting for them for the first time please?

"Squirt For Me~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) x Reader, Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Squirting, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Nickname Usage, Passing Out, Safe Word Mention, Mentions of Consumption of Squirting Fluids

Word Count: 782 Words

Author's Note: Gender Neutral terms despite squirting. Enjoy~

Mako doesn’t realize that he’s causing this new experience for his lover at first, just assuming it’s a combination of lube and cum that was causing (Y/N) to be so absolutely wet for him. He briefly notices the seemingly extra wetness upon his thighs, how (Y/N)’s hands are pressing against his thighs so firmly, commenting about how he’s making them quiver and squirm so much underneath him. “Making ya’ so wet, am I now, little piggy?~ Ya’ gettin’ yourself all over me~” It takes him a moment, after pounding himself into (Y/N) once again, chuckling as after a couple moments he watches as they start to squirm once again, feeling another wave of wetness upon his thighs that he finally realizes what he’s causing them to do: squirt.

Upon removing himself away from the now trembling, pleasure induced (Y/N), he can now faintly hear noise of fluids gushing from them, watching the fluid start to cover his thighs and drench them. “Mm, little piggy~ Daddy making you squirt, huh?~” Mako knows that he should give (Y/N) some sort of break from him mercilessly fucking them, allow them a break to catch their breath and allow their body to relax, but now that he knows he can make (Y/N) squirt, he wants to put them through it over and over again. That’s exactly what he now has planned, and that’s now exactly what he puts them through. Countless hours of relentlessly thrusting his enormous cock into their trembling, overworked body, causing (Y/N) to squirt a countless amount of times to the point that everything is now drenched in their bodily fluids, only stopping whenever (Y/N) had finally passed out in Mako’s hold. 

Whenever (Y/N) comes back to consciousness, seeing that they have been cleaned up and tended to, it is then that they are questioned by Mako about their ability to squirt. Mako is quite surprised, but should’ve figured it out by now that it was the first time (Y/N) had squirted before, seeing that they had never really squirted in the previous times that they’ve had sex. He’s totally down to try getting them to squirt again the next time that they have sex, but knows next time to give (Y/N) at least some sort of break. 

Jamison almost immediately becomes excited and intrigued by the fact that he’s caused (Y/N) to squirt for the very first time. Watching them squirm and tremble as they’re riding out their orgasm, but watching the liquid gushing from them and onto him, his eyes light up and he gives his usual giggles. Jamison wants (Y/N) to squirt again, and he wants them to squirt now. He goes back to doing what he was doing before: pounding his cock into them at such a feral pace, listening to them cry out his name followed by absolute vulgar nonsense, squirming and squirting once again whenever he would quickly remove his cock from within them. Over and over again he repeats the actions, only having stopped whenever (Y/N) mumbles out their safe word. 

Ever since having discovered that he can cause (Y/N) to squirt, that’s all that he’s really been aiming for whenever it comes down to sex, being absolutely in love with it even though (Y/N) had explained to him how squirting works and that they do need some sort of break in between squirting. As long as they agree to it and are in the mood for it, he wants every sex session to involve squirting or end in squirting in some way, shape or form. He wants everything to be drenched in their fluids, a reminder to (Y/N), and even himself, about who they belong to and that out of all the people that could make them feel some sort of pleasure, that it’s Jamison. 

SQUIRT!~ ALL!~ OVER!~ THIS!~ MAN!~ Jamison absolutely wants to be drenched head to toe from (Y/N) squirting. He wants it to be dripping off of him as if he just stepped out of the shower and has the intent of air drying, getting it everywhere he goes. Feeling somewhat adventurous? He wants to experiment with them squirting into his mouth. He wants to experience the taste, does it taste as good as when (Y/N) cums, or even better? Either way, he doesn’t want sex to end unless you’ve got him completely drenched, and Jamison has no shame in strutting around naked all covered in everything. Hell, he even wants whatever object he was fucking (Y/N) on to bed soaked. Either way, he ain’t quitting till he gets his way.