#i can't not damnnit

[thecryptidzenith]

When Schrodinger was talking about the cat in box that's both alive and dead, he was talking about Kalina. She's a goddess's familiar, she's a plague, she worked for Fantasy MI6, she died, she came back, she got rage stared, she snapped her own neck, she came back as the companion for a god borne from a Fantasy Mormon child's misplaced belief. She's alive and dead, good and evil. She worked tirelessly for 800 years towards one goal and then fucking abandoned it (maybe.) Her goddess thinks she can fix her. Her goddess's wife always hated her. She is everyone's problem at all times and holy shit is she a Problem. What a fucking legend.

[katyspersonal]

3, 4, 6 for some VIOLENCE please

Yeah don't worry, I always default to Bloodborne when not specificed, it is my main qualification in the series after all! (Ask from this ( x ) meme)

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

They're kind of becoming a blur, and usually come down to the same complains and topics, but one of them particularly stood out! Granted I should not have been exposed to it because OP blocked me over that time I talked back at a Gehrman-hater that went as far as bullying other fans (oh how rude of me... :/ ) , but I have been anyway because a new mutual shown it to me over featuring "theory that Fauxsefka got pregnant like Arianna is MiSoGyNiStIc uwu" bit because they wanted and explanation!

Basically, a lot of bashing Bloodborne as misogynistic piece of garbage for featuring themes of motherhood, portraying motherhood as a good thing, something about how it was a bad thing that "even" Maria ended up having compassionate side and that "we as fans had the power to change that", Fauxsefka bit I've mentioned and so on. Ending with the "well but don't think that I dislike Bloodborne, it is still one of my favourite games" that gave me severe abusive talk vibe for some reason. "Yes you are so ugly and stupid and useless but don't worry, I love and accept you and will fix you :3".

Like... it requires a whole separate essay to disagree with that logic, but that is not even relevant! Because even under assumption that Miyazaki is a misogynistic freak for putting emphasis on themes of motherhood in his work, I absolutely abhor the logic of "We as a fandom have the power to disrespect the author's intention (that I made up btw because I am eager for reasons to be mad) and make our own ecosystem of headcanons and interpretations that is better". Of course not everyone will accept the creation unconditionally, especially if it has problems or bigotry, but that is on them, and making it a problem of the fandom is just terrible! Spreading that attitude creates that clique/fandom leaders dynamic, which brings me DIRECTLY to one of the questions, so I'll skip ahead:

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

Mariadeline fans.

^ Lmao ya'll probably fsdgsdf But it is not just because of how they generally treat characters or other fans, but even how they treat other Mariadeline shippers! I've noticed that whenever there is a Mariadeline shipper who is very nice, level-headed and quiet, a type to 'just enjoy their thing', they get obnoxiously neglected.

Look, I WANT to give it benefit of the doubt and say that maybe it is coincidental, but it doesn't seem like it. Mariadeline shippers are a clique of very popular artists and writers that always support each other's creativity and instantly pull in new Mariadeline shippers into a hug, regardless of art skill. ....EXCEPT for the times when the fellow fan doesn't constantly bitch about "wrong" interpretations of Maria or Adeline, doesn't start Maria's masculinity disco horse every other weak, doesn't put a focus on how Adeline had no agency over her choices and was 'groomed' (even though everyone already knows that 'grooming' of Blood Saints was a translational mistake but okay fine), doesn't portray is as perfect lovely cottage core fluff while only faking the possible problem(atic moments), doesn't-

Like, it can only happen so many times before I start to see the trend of the "leaders"/chosen spokespeople/whatever conveniently excluding fans who sees the characters and the ship the "wrong" way. They've decided that this dynamic can only work like this and the characters in it can only be like this, and any varied take is not celebrated as refreshing with the novelty but passively-aggressively side-eyed as disturbance of their peace of rinsing the same exact thing over and over for years, unaltered. Heck, not even novel takes. Novel approach of the person. I swear, they GOTTA be side-eyeing fellow fans that don't constantly start discourse, because why else the 'chill' Mariadeline fans are left in the dust? It feels like hatred is the part of the requirement for the clique, the 'cool kids' and only those they've 'blessed' with their approval, and this ship never SHOULD have gotten into claws of the clique in the first place!

In other words, making the groups of 'cool kids' to look up to is one way to ruin a dynamic/ship for everyone else, and ruin fandoms in general. Like, one of my mutuals ended up disliking the ship because of its prevalent association with the most toxic fans, and I kinda helped them to like it again, on their own terms and with their own (based) headcanons! The illusion of "supportive wholesome community" falls at the seams here and there if you just stand aside and watch for 2 minutes, and how this ship is supported and perpetuated is one of the biggest examples.

4) what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

To be honest, it is ridiculously hard to make me block someone. Usually people whose stuff I don't really want to see coincidentally block me first because, again, there is always a big chance that I pick a very strong language to disagree, so the problem solves itself! Even when I do block someone, in 90% I unblock later for this or that reason!

But yeah, there were a couple of exceptions. Only one of them qualifies as 'annoying' to begin with, though 'petty, smug and insecure in the worst way' fits more? They already gave me enough signs of the mean girl (gender neutral!), and what really sealed it was when they acted as though I grossly disrespected them over pointing out a piece of dialogue from the canon when in NO way I was rude or Redditor brand of condescending. Even told me that I "baited" them. They didn't block me, but I blocked them. Not instantly, but the next time I saw their art on my dashboard. The thing is, earlier during that mess of a "conversation" they've admitted on not actually caring about Bloodborne lore but just collecting prompts from it to create their own thing. It just changed my perception of their creativity and it felt empty all of a sudden, like just a lot of glitter and lights without any actual substance within. I can be unhappy with someone while still liking their creativity, but I decided it was better to not invest any admiration for works that had no real care and passion for the source material within. Normally when I realise the gap between me and another fan's level of investment I simply don't follow, but they were frequient presence on the dashboard, so..

[heartfullofleeches]

Which of your yans would have their darling in their Sims with wicked whims installed? I honestly wouldn't judge, I make myself in the Sims to just to feel some love

It was brought up for Miller [Streamer Yan] in one older post of theirs. Unlike a certain bastard I'll mention next, Miller feels like a kid when their parents walk in on something they know they're probably shouldn't be doing and either covers their monitors with their hands when their darling walks in, closes the game, or simply unplugs their computer.

V's [Loser Yan] greasy rat ass will maintain eye contact with his darling while they're looking over his shoulder at their sims going at it. This fucker has never felt shame a day in their life and happily go back to playing with their sims as they please with darling standing in the background.

Brie [🌽star Yan] would have it before he got together with his darling - especially if they were long distance. It helps gives him food for thought when he's alone in his bed and wants to feel their touch. It sits in limbo when he finally has them with him, but always drags him back when they're away.

Devlin [Immortal Yan] - this old man (further context - Dev is physically in his twenties has been that age since the late 1800s bc he's immortal) thinks relaxing games like the Sims is for nerds, but tell him about that mod and it's suddenly one of his favorite games.

"You mean I can make these little characters who look like us fuck?! Move over, babes- I need to check this shit out!"

Calliope [Creep Yan] would download it one day out of pure curiosity- She's the kinda gal who'd play Sims religiously with her Sim and darling's happily living together as a couple. She enjoys mods that give things a somewhat more realistic feel and she would like to bed her darling someday so it feels justified. If darling finds out - she'll smash burn her computer in her backyard. She isn't a pervert! Just a lonely girl in love.

C.C [Incubus Yan] would claim it's below him and that someone else downloaded it on his computer, but catch him drunk, alone and missing his boo guess where his ass will be?

"Your sim can stay home from work and fuck mine, but you can't call off work for one damn day and spend time with me? I want cuddles and sex, damnnit!"

In theory, Amyas [Yan Cupid] little pervy self would love to play, but he probably couldn't figure out how to get it working without your help even with instructions and he'd be too shy/embarrassed to ask you.

Mono [Alien Yan] would look into it for "research purposes". They originally makes themselves for another angle on what their human form may look like, but their curiosity gets the better of them when they discover mods

Alien [Another Alien Yan A normal human guy] Would have it, but it gets lost amongst the sea of objectively funnier mods to mess around with like ones that'll give him/darling wings and other stuff like that.

[spicymambaae]

Letter From Karina

Part 2: Letter To Karina | Part 3: Surprise Homecoming: Pleasure and Punishment

Dear Winter,

I debated for a while about whether to write this, but I couldn't resist – I've been thinking about you non-stop, and I just had to let you know. It's been way too long since I felt your touch, and these miles between us are driving me crazy.

Are you missing me as much as I'm missing you? ‘Cause, fucking damnnit, I can't get you out of my mind. It's like you've set up camp in my thoughts…and it’s driving me crazy.

Remember that last time we were together? Whew, the memories are on replay in my mind. Your beautiful face, your scent, your fingers tracing my spine, those sweet kisses you left along the way - it's all etched on my skin. Distance sucks, and right now, I'm really feeling it. I miss the warmth of your body next to mine and the way we just clicked in every way.

I know we made a deal not to touch ourselves until I come home, but God, the way my pussy throbs for you right now…

I can’t help but think about your perfectly-shaped nipples, hard with arousal and anticipating my eager mouth. Do you remember how I made you cum just by sucking on your nipples? How my tongue danced around them, teasing and tantalizing you? You moaning in my ear how much you need me…Your pussy would get so wet and I couldn't wait to feel how slick and hungry it was for me.

And I will never forget how you rode my face, how your pussy felt wrapped around my tongue. As I watched you, I could see the pure ecstasy on your face as you dragged your clit against my tongue. I loved how you moaned my name, how your body convulsed with pleasure as you came. I crave that feeling so fucking much, Winter, you have no idea…

I can still hear your hoarse voice begging me to make you cum with my fingers. I love how it feels when I'm inside you, and how your body shivers as I thrust deeper and deeper. I can't wait to feel your warm, wet pussy around me again.

Now, as I write this letter, I can't help but fantasize about the next time we'll be together. I can imagine your pussy soaking my fingers once again, your clit aching for my touch. I long to feel your cunt wrapped around my strap, your tight walls gripping it as I thrust into you. I want to hear your desperate moans, feel your body tremble beneath mine.

Until then, I'll keep myself awake at night, imagining the way your body looks, the way your skin feels, the way your pussy tastes…

And remember, be a good girl and do not touch yourself! Otherwise, there would be consequences.

Yours always,

Karina

[cru5h-cascades]

Slay the Princess is definitely a game.

(I've had to see the princess cut off her hand twice and saw her decapitated head. WHY CAN'T I JUST SAVE HER DAMNNIT!!)

Anyways I'm really enjoying the game so far! It had me laughing at times, too!

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

favourite act 3 dialogues so far, a collection

(i love this mainly bc im like. ah. the 'looking back after killing cazador as a spawn and realising you were acting not dissimilarly to the man you hate so much and that you could have become just like him all over again if you'd gone through with it' is just delicious)

Lae'zel is just so tired, she's really going 'for fuck sake we have withers, a selunite demigod and her wife, scratch and the owl bear. must we take in *more?*'

CASSANDRA! YOU'VE KNOWN YOU WERE A CHILD OF BHAAL FOR A FUCKING DAY! STOP TRYING TO TELL EVERYONE! ALSO??? Babes im trying to redeem you so hard why are you making it so difficult for me to *not* pick 'recently unemployed, i quite like murders?' bc your intelligence stats make that so in-character

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(honorary bloodweave 'and they were bunkmates' setup)

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(back to quotes)

(i love Orin. I love the relationship she has with Durge. She'll kill them, want them dead and to take over their life from their position in life to their room to *everything* that could be them because she needs to know what made her the lesser choice; why did Bhaal have to *make* another bhaalspawn when she was right there?

But it's the inflection when she says he's been whispering in their ears; it's the anger, the indignity. I like to take it not as a 'you are shameful for falling for it' even though she obviously references that he could twist them when they had their memories, i take it as aimed *at* Gortash. He's taken her sibling, her rival, and twisted them against what Father wanted to the point she found she had to and then was able to usurp them! And then, then he dares to take advantage of their amnesia and try and turn them against Bhaal once again. Anyway. Love this gal, she's a hoot.)

(also i forgot to screenshot but what do you MEAN Orin thought that the best way to impersonate Gale (who i had be the companion who got taken from camp - which i immediately reloaded to avoid bc im trying to do stuff for his character quest rn damnnit and it isn't time to go straight to the temple!) was to imply he ran away and that she castrated him??? that's so funny)

(Orin being described as a sulky child has got the brainworms (ha!) wriggling ngl)

(also it's always lae'zel. she's at max approval each time as well!! like couldn't it be Yenna or smthing? like have a whole 'look at the murder-kin thinking it can *protect* life? Trying to make up for all those you've cut shorter than this one?? Also i kind of need Lae'zel for heavy hitter stuff as well but we can push through for now!)

(Us in general is my fave part of this game. What do you mean that technically to the outside world my durge looks like she's wandering around with a dog, a cute kitten/cat and a raven (from the He Who Was reward gloves) trailing after her!? AHHH.)

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT-

Durge why are you like this.

Is there truly anything bouncing between their tadpoles that isn't some form of sarcastic comment?

WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING.

Like. Durge. this is so funny, you've known you were a bhaalspawn for like a *week* what do you MEAN you've already figured out appropriate blasphemes?"

THIS LINE RIGHT HERE IS WHAT INSPIRED MY ENTIRE FUCKING TAKE ON DURGE IN SCION ON SCION VIOLENCE. THIS IS THE FOUNDATION FOR MY INTERPRETATION OF 'THE URGES'

Literally i am not kidding when I say this is one of my fave lines. The context, of Karlach seeing her friend (maybe even her best friend, her fucking *sibling* in all but blood) getting to fix themselves, getting to choose to live knowing she can't, she's fucked it isn't going to work. And yet, she can only be proud. Makes everything hurt so bad-

*stares in that one playthrough where i didn't realise letting her kill the nightsong was her bad route and was like 'yeah lets let her become a justiciar* Yeah babes. It'd be a real shame wouldn't it. (also love her just as much as Karlach, like parallels)

look. I'm an astarion simp through and through and I DO NOT CARE THIS LINE GETS ME EACH TIME!! He's like. This is great and all but since we're not questioning what the fuck withers is im going to focus on the sickening sweetness and BLEH too much. Too much emotional trauma yet to be resolved this is a little nauseating ' i love him. so much.

[ravenwitch45]

the helluva boss episode exes and oohs just came out. what do you think?

I enjoyed it quite a lot, the characters were great, and the revelations explained a lot which I always like. Of course spoilers but that's in the tags, either way let's get more in depth on my thoughts.

First the whole, Moxxie is from a mob family thing, I was a little surprised but ultimately it explains a lot about him, how he is quite refined yet knows weapons well, he was forced into it which ties into his occasional reluctance to kill, like with Martha. Which... oh lord do we get a good reason why it didn't feel right to him, won't say it here but oh my...

Second we got a lot of M&M stuff this episode, which is cool, they both care about eachother so much, it's so cute.

Also full on flashbacks backstory, which means, Baby Moxxie! Oh he's so cute. Now I want to see Baby Millie so badly. Also we get to see his parents.

His Dad Crimson, which... egh, he's an asshole but not too surprised to be honest, all the boys got bad dads it seems. I won't go too in depth though on him though. Moxxie deserved better.

We also get to see his mom, who was actually a good parent, thank lucifer, one of the good parents didn't di-

DAMNNIT! Well moving on...

Millie kicked some fucking ASS! Seriously her parents could not be more wrong about her. I loved this honestly.

Honestly, a fun, chaotic, and grand ride, another episode I love truly! Now am I forgetting somethi- Oh Right!

Chaz! I loved this lanky bastard! He was spunky and fun, a bit of an ass but hey not surprising. I love his design, being all dark teals and greens was a great shakeup from the usual reds and the whole bone theme was awesome.

Also apparently he's an ex of both Moxxie AND Millie. I expected it with Moxxie but not with Millie that's for sure. Kinda wish we learned how their relationship was but not too upset. Still wonder how they met.

I would say I can't wait til we see him again but it seems he got killed off (sigh) well theres always fanfiction, this guys livin in my AU but over all, this was a great episode, I loved it, still thinking about it and man did it give me ideas for stuff, keep up the good work Helluva Crew, Season 2 has been fantastic so far.

[jokertrap-ran]

[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 2-9 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Female Student 1: That was a brilliant concert~ What should we do now? Should we go to study in a nearby cafe?

Female Student 2: Sure! There’s an exam coming up, so we have to put in our due diligence.

Female Student 3: Why do I feel like we’ve all gotten much closer after we started holding study sessions together?

Female Student 2: Hehe. Right? I guess this is what you call the springtime of life.

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Kirigaya: I’ve finished up things on my end.

Kirigaya: …Hm? And why are your eyes shining like that…

Seiji: You’re up to something. And I’m 90% sure that it’s nothing good.

⊳ Choice: Let’s hold a study session with all three of us!

Kirigaya: HUH? Me? Study with him? You’ve gotta be kiddin’...

Seji: The idea of holding a study session is sound, but getting this guy to sit in a chair for a prolonged period is nigh impossible.

Kirigaya: What, ya’ belittlin’ me?

Seiji: And there you have it. See? No need to force us to befriend each other.

And they get along swimmingly when they’re arguing with each other too…

Seiji: Judging from that look on your face, did you really think that we’d make up and be friends through a study session?

Akira: C’mon, don’t look so down. I’ll do it, but only if it doesn’t take long.

Seiji: And he took the bait… You’re one unsuspecting schemer, aren’t you?

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Seiji: (L/n)-san? You’ve been stuck on that question for a while now… Are you at your wit’s end yet?

Akira: Ya’ just have to look at the answer sheet for that, don’t you? If you copy the answers down, you’ll get it all down pat in a minute at most—

Akira: There isn’t one…? Damnnit, let me shimmy my way out of this like how I always do at least! 

Seiji: Come now, don’t force such low standards onto her. Were the Concertmistress to stoop to your level, then this Orchestra is going to fall into ruin.

Akira: Ahh, I’m so glad your sly and studious bespectacled ass didn’t end up bein’ the Concertmaster. You’d ruin it for everyone.

They’d both been throwing insults at one another while studying.

⊳ Choice: You guys actually seem to be getting along better now…

Akira: Huh??? Seiji: I find it hard to understand just how you came to that conclusion.

⊳ Choice: You both fight like an old couple

Akira: No way in hell. Akira: If that’s true, then, surely, I must be best friends with the delinquents down in Ibaraki.

⊳ Choice: You’re both like two pieces of a puzzle!

Seiji: Poor thing’s hallucinating. Did you go scavenging for the wrong mushrooms?

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Akira: Ahhh, I can’t do this any longer. I’m outta here…

Akira: ….Huh? What’s this music sheet?

Akira: Is this… Mack the Knife?

Seiji: Oh? Do you play jazz too? I must say, that’s an interesting choice.

Seiji: Playing this song while hunting down the delinquents in Ibaraki…

⊳ Choice: What do you mean by that?

Seiji: This song is about outlaws. It's a Jazz standard. Akira: The townsfolk once heard rumors of a serial killer on the loose, and his name was Mack. You can't see him, but you can sense his presence.

⊳ Choice: I think it’s fitting

Akira: So you do get it! The lyrics are aggressive as well. Akira: It’s about outlaws. They remain strong in the face of adversity despite their fear, and they won’t bow down to those in power.

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Akira: This guy can pull off the craziest stunts while remaining unseen. Don’t ya’ think that’s cool?

Seiji: However, not only was his identity revealed, but rumors had also started to spread. If he’s not a goner by then, then I don’t know what is.

Seji: I think I can handle it much better than him regardless of who I’m up against.

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Looks like “Mack the Knife” has managed to catch their interest.

⊳ Choice: Why don’t you try playing it now?

Seiji: I knew you were going to say that sooner or later. Akira: Sure thing. It’s loads better than borin’ old studyin’.

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Both of their performances perfectly complement each other.

It was harmony, something that we couldn’t attain in our prior practice sessions.

But… I feel like I’ve heard this resonance somewhere before…

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Tomoharu: Here, look. This video seems to have been taken from when the place was still in business.

Ginga: We can’t really see the other guy. The video’s too dark.

⊳ Choice: (No way… Was the other person from back then…)

Seiji: What is it? It's a little distracting when you stare at me like that.

⊳ Choice: I think I know now!

Akira: Know what?  Seiji: Who knows? Perhaps she had a eureka moment regarding the question she was stuck on earlier. 

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Seiji: Miss Concertmistress here seems to have lost her focus as well. What do you say we end things here for today?

Akira: About time too. See you next time, (L/n)-san.

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[malka-lisitsa]

💭

Send 💭 for a thought my Muse has had about yours.

I can't believe youd throw all your love for me on that white board of a personality. Shes so boring, just love ME god damnnit.

I wish you understood that I'd love you for the real you. Youd never have to hide or pretend. Why can't you see me when I'm standing right next to you...

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

do you think that you could expand upon your warewol!steve/caretaker!bucky where he has to keep steve drunk and fed during a full moon??? I love it so much

werewolf Steve

I can!

I imagine that in wolf form, Steve's metabolism runs even faster than his human form metabolism, so hours after Bucky has fed and bloated Steve, before and after his transformation, on the night of the full moon Steve's hungry again...

Warning for belly kink content ahead! Of course. Stucky with bloating, stuffing, alcohol consumption, animal play (werewolf with "puppy" as a nickname), and the tiniest mention of omorashi, etc.

Bucky jolts awake from his place on the couch, his chin on his chest, putting a kink in his neck, as a result of...

Something?

A noise?

There's no blanket thrown over Bucky because he wasn't supposed to be sleeping. He wasn't supposed to be sleeping when he had a drunk puppy on his hands! He was supposed to be keeping tabs on that puppy. Werewolves often get up to no good (whether they mean to or not) when transformed, and you add beer to that? Shit. Bucky is going to have some mess to clean up, isn't he? He groans. It was reckless to let himself fall asleep! He should've drank some coffee or something! Damnnit! So much for being a night owl! Hopefully, whatever trouble Steve has sniffed out, it's just nothing involving other people.

But, still, what the hell woke him up? He's glad for it, but he's still confused.

Upon beginning his investigation, Bucky fully expects to spot a broken-in door, a smashed window, or something else speaking of his mistake, allowing his intoxicated werewolf to escape, falling asleep with Steve transformed. But, he doesn't.

He doesn't see... anything.

Huh?

Tiredly, Bucky squints through the darkness, trying to figure out where the hell his wolf is. He wishes, in the back of his mind, that he had Steve's night vision. That would make this easier. Bucky lightly slaps his own cheeks, waking himself up, scouring the living room, and -

Oh.

There he is.

Bucky's eyes have to drop down to spot Steve. He's in the shadows, still on the floor where he was the last time Bucky was awake. He's moving. In the light of the full moon, Steve is struggling - through his white, sharp teeth, he's panting. Every once in a while, he lets out high-pitched whines, too. His wolf body is muscular all over, rippling and bulging... except for his gut. Well. His gut is bulging. And, okay, well, his gut is also kind of rippling. It's jiggling, at least. Heavily moving as he squirms around. It's got a lot of cargo. There's a lot for gravity to sway. He's big.

Was he that big when Bucky fell asleep? Shit.

After watching for a moment, Bucky realizes that Steve is trying to push himself up off of his side where his gut is spread out next to him like an overfilled water balloon. Resting on the floor. Large. Straining around all that beer and meat that he scarfed down. It doesn't look as tight as it was before, but it's still massive.

Then -

Bucky hears the noise that woke him up again. A monstrous growl. Deep and angry and coming from the pit of Steve's stomach.

That's why he's moving.

He's hungry.

Oh, God, it occurs to Bucky that Steve might be a monster, but Bucky has created a monster.

Steve's eaten so, so much and yet... he's still fucking hungry. He needs more food. The wolf needs more food. It demands it. And he's struggling, squirming and pushing, trying to get it. Steve's huffing and grunting and panting and whining as he tries to get himself up off the floor so he can go hunting.

More. That's all the wolf knows. Hungry. More. Now. The wolf is gluttonous and reckless.

Bucky is so stunned with arousal that he can't hardly move. How will Steve possibly stomach more? Bucky just watches for a little longer, his eyes open as wide as they can be in the dark, desperate to catch as much detail of this as possible. Suddenly, his mouth is dry. Steve is rocking and pushing and -

Christ.

Steve, as bloated and stuffed as he is, makes it onto all-fours. His gut sloshes - settling between his legs and arms, hanging massive below his body.

Steve pauses once he's on all fours with a satisfied sound. A little exhale. He stretches, too, arching his back and - cute - wagging his tail a little. Pleased with himself.

Bucky is pleased, too, just watching.

The best part of it isn't Steve's sounds, nor is it his wiggling tail or his arched back. The best part is how Steve's heavy, belly-full of semi-digested food and drained beers is scraping the ground. He's so large.

He's massive.

Huge.

So, so round and bloated that as he tries to take a clumsy pawstep forward, nearly tipping back over (that must be the beer talking), his belly drags on the ground. Bucky can hear it. Scraping along the floor. He can barely get his arms and legs around the huge belly attached to him as a result of (a) his intoxicated state and (b) the size of him. It's too much for his body to handle.

As he waddles along, having a hard time, belly too big, he whimpers. Meanwhile, his belly growls. His belly sounds like the big, bad wolf; he sounds like a poor, little woodland creature, scared of being eaten.

His gut is the scary monster, if anything.

Bucky watches for as long as he can stand it. His fingers twitch. He wants to touch. He wants to drag his fingers down his arched spine and grab those big, swollen sides. He wants to pet his hot, swollen gut. Scratching his nails through his fur until Steve whimpers some more.

Bucky eventually can't stand it. He makes his own sound - a growl, like Steve's glutted and yet still hungry tummy. His sound is much less frightening, though. He's hungry, too. But not for food...

Bucky grabs some food anyway.

Steve moans happily upon realizing he isn't alone. He isn't the only one here. He can get someone to do his hunting for him. He can get someone to feed him. But he doesn't stop moving. He tries to keep crawling, moving slowly and wobbly forward, trailing behind Bucky. The way his fat body moves is entrancing. Heavy, bowed sides swaying. Side to side. Every heavy, exhaled breath. Laboring. He's too heavy. Too big. Too fat.

And he needs more.

"Stay." Bucky says in his best, most stern voice.

Steve whimpers but pauses. He looks dopey, staring up at him, drunk.

"Good boy," Bucky scratches his ears and adds, "sit."

Steve thumps down obediently with the closest thing to a sigh a werewolf can make. His heavy, bulging belly falls between his legs, touching the floor. Swollen. He looks relieved, all that weight off his paws. For now.

Bucky collects another six pack of beer from the fridge. Make it two. Just in case.

He spins on his heels and makes it back to the part of the living room that Steve managed to crawl to. It's not very far from where he began Bucky notes with a smirk.

"Open, boy, be good," he whispers.

Steve's keen ears pick it up easily, and he flashes those pretty chompers at Bucky. Wide open, just as his stomach growls viciously. Bucky's pulse quickens in his chest. He swallows thickly. And -

He cracks open the first beer and, without holding back, pours it down Steve's mouth. No hesitation. His mussle acts like a perfect funnel. Going right down.

He pours and pours and pours.

One bottle. Two bottles. Three bottles.

Bucky swears he can hear Steve's gut gurgle as the beer drains into him. Expanding. Growling. Swelling. Larger and larger. Rounder and rounder.

Four bottles.

Five bottles.

Six bottles.

Steve looks massive.

He has a globe of a gut.

The red flush between his fur is getting darker. His fur, his skin is stretching more and more. Steve is squirming more and more. Fuller and fuller. His tail is wagging. He's drunk as shit. Happy as all hell. And so adorable. A fat, drunk puppy.

Bucky shushes him when he runs out of the first pack. Still, Steve whines, begging wordlessly for more. He needs more. Bucky can feel it coming off of him in waves. He's desperate.

"Okay, pup, one second," he soothes, pushing Steve down onto all fours once more. Rough. He can't wait. Bucky can't. And Steve... Steve's gut has bloated out another few inches (maybe even more than a few 😏), leaving his gut not just brushing the floor but pressed tightly against the floor. Squishing against the floor.

Bloated.

Swollen.

The sight is too much.

Bucky might be too rough with the next bottle, popping it open harshly and shoving it harshly into Steve's waiting mouth. But, it works because he's swallowing almost before Bucky's started pouring. And he's certainly drooling.

He wants it. So bad.

One. Two. Three.

The bottles go down so easy.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Steve burps hugely, tongue lolling out of his mouth, sloppy with drool. He can't help it. Drunk puppy.

Four. Five. Six.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Steve's tail is really going now. It's not too fast and not too coordinated, but it is cute. Wagging. He's so happy to be full. Pleased. Satisfied. He looks so...

Good.

Bucky can't take his eyes off of his back. He's arching his back insanely. The weight of his gut it insane. Bucky can hear it gurgling. Sloshing around. All that beer settling inside him. But he can also see the evidence of his gut from just looking at his back. The sides of his gut are so massive that the bulge out. It's reminiscent of an overdue horse with twin foals. Absolutely massive.

Bucky rounds him, looking at him from the back now, he trails a hand down that pretty arched spine and through his fever-hot fur. He blows out a harsh breath. Steve whines and wiggles his butt and tail. Bucky growls in response, animal himself, and squeezes his fat sides with both hands. Handfuls. He's so tight. So hot. So big.

Steve groans.

Bucky slaps his flank like he's a pony, "look at you, spoiled puppy," he murmurs darkly.

Steve squirms even more. Panting harder. Yes.

"Is this-" he squeezes him even harder "-enough for you? You full enough, you hungry beast?"

Steve positively melts with a needy whimper.

"Oh, yeah, you're full up, aren't you?" Bucky laughs, dark, "for now," he warns, smirking. "You'll be through all this in a while, won't you, puppy?" Bucky pets his distended, tight side, "then you'll be squirming trying to get up around your big, fat globe gut when you have to piss, whimpering at me to open the door and let you outside, won't you?" Bucky lays on all the faux sympathy he can, "poor puppy. You're never full enough until you're dibiliatingly full. What a hard life that must be."

Steve is rocking into his own gut, Bucky realizes. He's not squirming to get up and feel all the sloshing, liquid weight; he's humping. Animal in chasing his base-most desires. Bucky knows if he reached under the massive underside of his gut he'd find a nice, hard, hot knotted cock waiting. Ready to rut because nothing gets the deviant beast harder and more ready to go than an all-out orgy of gluttony.

[condemned-to-eternity]

i am. so sorry. i didnt expect this.

-anon who started the grimace shake shit

*Soul barely acknowledges the apology, all of their attention focused on Heart at the moment, and also not crying.*

Heart! Damnnit! You can't do this! Heart!

*Mind wishes they could say something, anything, but instead, they're forced to silently watch. His grip tightens again.*

[thelibraryofeyonthee]

Not longer accepting the minimium

Yea, I am no longer accepting the minimum, because where has that gotten me?

I decided even from God.

I feel sort-of taken care of, while still crying that it's not enough!

No God you don't get to sit around and watch me cry; while not intereving. You don't get my trust without proving why I should trust you. This is a 2-way street. And I know my heart and how easily I have your back, but do you have mine?

I've been asking for the same things for a while all for you to maybe show up or maybe not show up. And the things you do show-up for are ok, but they aren't revolutionary or life changing at all. In fact they are beneath what I should receive, which then leads me into a loop; a pattern of sorts.

If I have to do this myself I will. I will play God and make sure I want for nothing. If its up to me and the power is mine then I will do a great job and you can do what you've been doing but I'm tired of sitting around hoping you'll show up larger than I can for myself.

I'll make the decisions. I'l do it all. Maybe this is my ego talking but damnnit I am so tired. If me needing or wanting help isn't enough to garnish having help; then fuck it; I can be God for myself. I can save the day. Cus I am tired of hoping and waiting that the story will go differently when deep down inside I know it wont.

Sometimes it will and sometimes it wont; but if I decide to make it go differently then it will. Everytime; without fail.

I think the only God I feel is the one that I have peace about without fail; things I don't have to worry about it think about, like my safety, or knowing good people from bad ones. God is in that. But in the other things like business, money, career, relationships, living, etc., that's where I'll have to be God and supply all my needs because I haven't seen nor experience it going a different way.

Things happen when I make them happen. And that is God.

When I have allowed it to unfold it unfolds less than. It unfolds in bullshit.

My expectation is the best and maybe I have to show God what my expectations are and have God rise to my occassion. So God, I will not be accepting the bare-minimum from you. You are God and you made me and I am not the minium, so our relationship is going to have to change too, cus you can't be my God if you can't be more than my expectation.

You said you can do more than I can ask or think. . . PROVE IT!

[fadeawaywithyou]

cats

there is nothing worse than having a "family cat" be an outdoor/indoor cat and he's a black cat and it's pitch black outside raining, (storming earlier), and suddenly you're "overreacting" "worried" and generally "need to calm down" about the fact that HE IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW. HE NEVER CAME BACK IN AND HE IS OUTSIDE. "i let him in around midnight to one, that's how it is. he will be back later." WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT???? I THOUGHT I EXPLAINED FUCKING CURFEW FOR MY CAT. HE'S BLACK. AT NIGHT. If I can't get him inside all the time like I want then I sure as hell want a fucking curfew so he doesn't get hit by a car or attacked by a wild animal at night. God, my biggest fear at this point is him not returning and dying without us ever knowing or finding him, but every time I voice my fears I get a "he's a cat, they're hunters" "it's fine" and "if anything he's so big he's the danger. he wins fights." god fucking damnnit I'm about to steal him when I move out so he's always indoors, safe and protected even if he's pissed off at me, but i'm not moving out for a year minimum and he wasn't even MY birthday gift but my older sisters, who left him at home when she moved to college. and that's a whole other fucking rant about cats in my house.

[sniffingcinnamon]

Why can't shopping sites have music like the nintendo shops did? I wanna listen to some jams while I buy thigh highs and a skirt damnnit.

[crayatooor]

GUESS WHO FOUND AN ACCURATE PICTURE OF ME. GRYFFINDORRR FOR THE WINNNNNNNN. SUCK MY FUCKING DICK SLYTHERINSSS. 

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Jealousy Part I

This will be a one-shot broken up into 2 parts, mostly because the first part is already 1225 words and anything longer would be annoying and two because the second part will be smut and if people just want a jealous Kamilah they should have it. I’ve got a few fics/requests that are close to done but I’m second guessing if they’re good or not but they’ll be posted anyways. This was for my amusement as well as an anon who wanted to see Kamilah jealous over one of Amy’s exes. I enjoyed writing it, I think an angery Kamilah is hot as fuck cute and adorable. 

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Amy leaned against the back wall of the ballroom as she sipped her champagne, remembering how Kamilah told her to behave. She wondered what Kamilah would do if she wasn’t good, what Kamilah would do if she was bad. She smirked as her mind wandered to less, innocent thoughts. She finished her glass, setting it down on the table as she went to find Kamilah. 

“Ah, Amy there you are, meet Emilia, she’ll be part of my new economics team. She’s one of us.” Amy’s jaw nearly dropped as her ex from 7 years ago stood next to Kamilah, looking just the same. Amy reached her hand out slowly, hoping she didn’t recognize her, as she gave Emilia a warm glance. Amy went to pull her hand away, Emilia holding her hand and gaze longer than expected, Kamilah took note. 

“Amy would-“ Kamilah began with the intent of asking Amy to dance, Emilia cut her off as she stepped closer to Amy. 

“A dance?” Emilia nodded towards the open floor, a faint smile on her face as Kamilah refrained from flashing her eyes. 

“Of course.” Amy gleaned at Kamilah who was fuming, her nostrils flared as she watched them make their way to the floor. She nearly choked when Emilia placed her hands a little too low on Amy’s waist, as her champagne flute formed a crack from the pressure of her hand. 

Emilia guided Amy to the center of the dance floor in an attempt to escape Kamilah’s view, her eyes set on Amy. Amy felt her heart pounding, she left Emilia after sophomore year of college with no expectation of ever running into her again. She swallowed a gulp as Emilia pulled her close as they swayed to the music, the tension so thick it could have been cut with a knife. 

“What have you been up to in the past 5 years Amy, Darling?” Emilia smirked, she still remembered all the right buttons to push with Amy. 

“Well you know, graduated, lots of job applications you know the drill. Nothing worth telling.” Amy brushed it off, she wanted Kamilah and Emilia wasn’t going to change that. Amy tensed as Emilia ran how hand lower, her long fingers stroking the thin fabric of her dress. 

“Oh so uptight and tense, no wonder you fell for Kamilah.” Amy couldn’t help but laugh at that, Emilia’s stunned face caused Amy to laugh even harder. She gasped as Emilia leaned into her ear, “Just relax, I can show you a better time though…” Amy drew herself back, her gaze hardened as Emilia got the message. Amy’s eyes wandered over to Kamilah who stood by the champagne table with a glass in hand and a deadly gaze. Emilia picked up friendlier conversation, as Amy reluctantly turned to face her as Kamilah grew nervous and impatient. 

“Kamilah, relax.” Adrian appeared next to her as he handed her a new glass. “Amy’s a good girl, she likes you.” Kamilah sighed, rubbing her temples with her open hand. 

“She’s the first person I’ve been with in a century, and she makes me feel…” Kamilah pursed her lips as Emilia pulled Amy closed by the waist, Amy laughing it off. 

“I understand Kamilah. Don’t worry too much, enjoy yourself.” Adrian gave Kamilah a wink as he walked away, leaving Kamilah unsupervised. She watched Amy’s eyes crinkle, wondering what Emilia had said that made her laugh like that. Her eyes kept wandering to Emilia's hands on Amy’s waist, the way she’d occasionally brush her fingers along her sides. 

She finished her drink and made her way across the room as the song came to an end. She weaved between guests, her eyes set on Amy. 

“How about-“ Emilia spoke softly as she reached for Amy’s hand, not before Kamilah arrived. 

“A dance with me Amy?” Kamilah ignored the annoyed look written across Emilia's face, as she gazed into Amy’s eyes. 

“Of course, if you’ll excuse me Emilia.” Amy spoke, Emilia testing Kamilah’s patience as she placed a soft kiss on Amy’s cheek.  Kamilah immediately pulled Amy close, her grip on Amy’s hip much tighter than usual. 

“Hey, Kam, what’s wrong?” Amy asked playfully,her eyes dancing with amusement. Kamilah scoffed, rolling her eyes as she traced a finger across Amy’s jawline. 

“It’s nothing.” Kamilah places a soft kiss on Amy’s forehead, delighting in the frown on Emilia's face. Amy followed Kamilah’s gaze, before letting out a laugh and whacking Kamilah gently. 

 “You’re jealous.”

“No.”

Amy grabbed Kamilah by her jaw, tugged her face down to hers. She placed a peck on Kamilah’s lips, she arched an eyebrow at Kamilah. She turned her head as they swayed together, her eyes finding Emilia who was watching from the back corner. 

She cupped Kamilah’s face in her hand, poking her on the nose as she huffed. 

“Hey. Calm down okay? You’re the only one I want to fall asleep with, and she’s an old fling nothing to worry about.” Amy winked as she trailed her finger up and down Kamilah’s neck. Kamilah huffed, her frustration growing knowing that Emilia had Amy in her sheets at one point, Amy cupped Kamilah’s face as she drew a deep breath. Kamilah’s mind wandered from just falling asleep to more sinful thoughts, as she began to rub her hands along Amy’s sides. Amy rose on her toes, whispering into Kamilah’s ears, “We’re in public you know Kamilah...but later I promise.” A mischievous smile fell on Amy’s face as Kamilah nodded before pulling her close. 

They swayed together, song after song played until the party winded down. They were pulled out of their bliss as Emilia’s voice rang out. 

“Great party boss,” Emilia hesitantly held her hand out to shake Kamilah’s, a tense and brief exchange. She turned to Amy with a warm smile on her face, handing her a small note before walking away. She whispered just loud enough for Kamilah to hear, “Call me if you want a good time again,” before she turned and left. 

 Adrian awkwardly walked over, Lily and Jax nearly hiding behind him as Kamilah’s nostrils flared.  She was shaking, her dangerous glare following Emilia out of the room.

“Kamilah, I see you haven’t calmed down.” Adrian nudged Amy who shook her head at him. 

“Okay but that’s new economics chick was hot-“ Lily nearly jumped as Kamilah let out a growl, her eyes turning crimson red. Adrian and Jax gave each other knowing looks as all three of them stepped back. “I uh-bye!” Lily rushed off, as she pretended to call for Lula and Liv. Adrian and Jax paused before turning and running for the door, shoving each other on their way out as Kamilah’s hands curled into fists. 

“Hey hey hey. Relax.” Amy grabbed Kamilah’s hands, opening them up so they could link their fingers, she dropped the note to the ground. “I’m yours okay…?” Kamilah’s eyes softened as they returned to their deep brown, she let out a long sigh as she bowed her head. 

“I’m sorry Amy I just-“ 

“Am jealous.” Amy bumped their foreheads, Kamilah gritting her teeth as she replied. “You can say it…”

“....yes. I am..” she hesitated, struggling to repeat after Amy, “...jealous.” Amy chuckled, as she tugged Kamilah towards the door. 

“It’s okay to be jealous Kamilah,” Amy places a soft kiss on Kamilah’s neck, “but I’m yours and yours alone. I’m your good girl..” Kamilah pushed Amy back towards the door, her eyes locked on Amy’s as they led her out of the ballroom. 

“Oh yeah?” Kamilah picked Amy up as she carried her up the stairs, burying her face in her neck, “be my good girl then?” Kamilah threw the bedroom door open, slamming it shut with her foot as she plopped Amy onto the bed. Amy felt her heart pick up speed as she met Kamilah’s eyes.