#i did a no good deed one too but this one's better idk

[theotherpacman]

i made this im proud of it

it was a ton of fun and also got me all emotional to make this bc like... when i look at all these different actresses lined up like this... it really feels like they're working together to give elphaba a voice. they're all going to play her differently but each actress is doing her best to feel what elphaba is feeling and sing it. and sing it. so we hear it. yknow? to bring her to life. it's beautiful to me.

here it is with captions if you want

the actresses are, in order of appearance: julia murney, teal wicks, jessica vosk, mandy gonzalez, allison luff, eden espinosa, carmen cusack, shoshana bean, emmy raver-lampman, caroline bowman, christine dwyer, emma hunton, willemijn verkaik, jackie burns, alyssa fox

[eseongsubs]

warnings; creampie, hybrid!sunoo, degradation, master kink, reader has a vag but no gender is specified, slight yandere sunoo, desperate sunoo, possessive sunoo

ughhh when I tell you my lust for hybrid boys has skyrocketed lately. Idk wtf is going on with me but I’m going crazy. I want him a little insane, possessive, horny…..a boys’ got needs.

Imagine kitty Sunoo…..Y’all I don’t think I can handle it. It’s been so long since you’ve had a good fuck. Your ex-boyfriend just moved out, all your most recent fucks since then just haven’t been it. They haven’t made you cum. Tonight your hand creeps into your shorts for the nth time to make yourself feel better. Your fingers swirling your clit to find relief from the built up lust you’ve been feeling lately.

It’s hard to get off without some sort of media, but you’re too tired to pick up your phone and find something good. Your mind flits through a million scenarios as you try to push yourself to that point but it’s not working. It’s slowly starting to piss you off.

“Ugh” the hiss you let out is low and guttural. Any moment now your fingers will get tired.

“..Yn?” The sound of Sunoo’s low tired voice startles you, hands jumping from your pants. The cat hybrid should be asleep right now. The thought that he could possibly have smelled or heard you attempting to do the deed embarrasses you and makes your face tingle with subtle shame.

“Yes love?”

“Can I…can I sleep with you tonight?” His hesitant voice makes you bite your lip. The truth is, this was on the list of the reasons your boyfriend wanted to break up with you. Sunoo has his own bedroom but he hardly likes to sleep in it. Your ex did not like the idea of you sharing your bed with another man when he wasn’t there.

Sunoo also did not like your ex very much either. Every time your boyfriend came over to the house there was an uncomfortable energy. Sunoo seemed to make more “mistakes” at the expense of your ex. Spilling his drinks on him, tearing up clothes he left over, throwing away his shoes or belongings because he “didn’t realize” they were your boyfriend’s belongings. Your ex told you to get rid of Sunoo if you wanted to get serious with him.

Clearly you know how that went.

“Sure hon, come in, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” You flipped your sheets off your legs and hopped off to wash your hands in the sink before meeting Sunoo back in your bedroom.

Sunoo was much bigger than his aura leads people to believe. His shoulders wide, tall with long legs. He’s large for a cat hybrid and it shows as he lays on your bed, his legs met the end of your mattress. A reason why his bed was bigger than yours.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask, slipping under the covers. You rub your legs together from the comfortable warmth.

“Could you?” His eyes seemed to do something odd as he asked the question, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. A flash of your previous….activities made you swallow, laughing awkwardly.

“Guess not.”

Sunoo scooted closer, and you laid on your back to make room. He nosed his way into your neck and laid his hand over your tummy, squeezing your side to pull you directly up against him.

That was another thing about Sunoo. He was a lot stronger than one would think too.

“He hasn’t been around in a while” Sunoo mumbled. He sounded disinterested, but unbeknownst to you, his words were filled with much more vile emotions.

“Yeah, uhm, he won’t be back. Anytime soon.” Your awkward pauses made you squeeze onto the back of Sunoo’s shirt where your hand rested absentmindedly.

“Good” he said, his response shocked you. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Sun”

“Why don’t you ever let me help you?” Sunoo’s voice seemed to dip in pitch. His fingers strayed from your side, sliding a little lower, fingers picking at your night shirt below your belly button. A spark lit inside your stomach that you tried to ignore, heart picking up speed in your chest from your embarrassing feelings.

“What?” The question slipped from your mouth more breathless than you’d wanted it to.

“Why do you always touch yourself alone when I’m right here to help?” He says. Your eyes snap open wider than before. Sunoo’s nose pressed deeper into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, lighting your belly on fire. You trapped his slowly slipping hand with your own.

“S-sunoo don’t say that to me. This is— that would be wrong. You’re my kitten” A deep, rumbly sigh blows over your neck at your words. Your words only turned him on more, making his movements against you more assertive.

“I could be your good kitten, master. I know I could. Could make you feel so good” it’s embarrassing the effect his words have on you. The way you seem to be growing wet at his statement even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s your kitten, your pet. You shouldn’t be letting him touch you, letting him have sex with you.

“Where did you even learn to speak like this, Sun? This is, completely inappropriate.” You’re trying to fight it, but you can’t deny the way your hand has loosened its grip on his, letting him sneak his way down into your sleep shorts, fingertips pressed against your underwear as he begins to rub against you. His hips roll into your side, the feeling of his hard dick making you bite the inside of your lip.

Sunoo ignores your question, mouth open as he pants against your skin, humping you carnally “you’re such a tease master. Oh, you smell so good you know that?”

“Do you know how many times I’ve listened to you touch yourself? How many times I’ve listened to him fuck you? It’s disgusting. I should be there. It should’ve been me” his voice grows more heated by the second, hand now rubbing against your cunt as he grinds his hard-on against your skin. Your body fills with horror at his confessions.

“I can smell the difference when you cum. When you feel good. Why did you let him fuck you if he wasn’t doin’ it for you, huh?” Sunoo’s fingers slipped into your pants, moving your pubic hair from his way as he spread your lips and tapped your clit. Your mouth parted in shock. “Oh god” Sunoo moaned as if he was the one being touched. You felt his teeth take his plump bottom lip into his mouth against the skin of your neck.

He was right. You did stay with your ex even though he wasn’t make you feel good. You fucked your boyfriend even though you didn’t really like it. You thought if you gave it time, maybe it would get better. Everything was so good in the beginning, you guess you didn’t want to lose it.

“Fuck master, please. You’re so wet I can’t take it. I need to be inside.” Sunoo pulled his hand out from your pants, slipping the blankets off you both so he could pull his night shorts down, climbing on top of you.

“N-no one can know, Sun” you mumbled as he pulled your shorts off your legs. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your hole, eyebrows creasing as he moaned.

“No one can know” he parrots, whimpering as he aligns his tip with you, bucking into your cunt with an excited jump of his hips. His whimpers and moans are instantaneous, and fuck it is so wrong how turned on you are right now. This is the best you’ve felt in years, the way Sunoo’s face contorts as he fucks into your hole, his pace is slow like he wants to enjoy every second, pulling and pushing gradually. So, so wrong. You just can’t help but squeeze him with your cunt, reaching up underneath his shirt to play with his nipples.

“Oh fuck, master” his hands land on each side of your head, cock moving faster as you begin to play with him.

“You like calling me that, Sunoo? Does it feel good when I let you fuck me?” You don’t know what came over you. Maybe it’s the excitement coursing through your veins. Maybe it’s the way he humps into you like if he stops he’ll lose his life.

“Fuck yes, oh master yes. Mine, all mine” his Whiney voice makes you clench down even harder. He’s so sexy it hurts.

“Yours, huh? Were you telling yourself that when you would listen to me fuck my boyfriend. That I’m yours?”

Sunoo’s speed picks up, “don’t say that” he huffs, eyes rolling back as his balls slap against your ass.

“Why not? It’s true, yeah?” You swallow, mouth falling open as you pant. Sunoo mewls when you drop your hands from his nipples, his lips wet and shiny, bangs flopping as he pounds into your hole.

“Fuck, fuck, oh master fuck I’m gonna cum. Gonna make you all mine, gonna cum inside” it’s lost on you how right your ex was. He shouldn’t have been comfortable with Sunoo in your bed, letting him sleep next to you when he touched himself to you every night. He was stealing your dirty t-shirts and jerking himself off with them before putting them in the washer. You’d praise him for being such a good boy, such a good kitty washing your clothes without being asked. When really, Sunoo was just covering his tracks.

“Please master. Yn please. Let me fill you up, oh god, oh god” his balls clenched as you spasmed around him, cumming on Sunoo’s cock from his desperate whimpers and harsh thrusts. His hips stuttered as he came inside, a long porn-ish mewl falling from his plush lips as you felt every twitch of his dick releasing inside.

What you were going to do about this now you didn’t know, but holy fuck did that feel good.

[ajatheoleander12]

Sure, therapist Nahida sounds nice. But have you thought about good coping mechanism Nahida and bad coping mechanism Wanderer healing together?

There's something nice about her giving it to him straight, without coddling him or trying to get a result from helping him or looking down at him like the other people in his past did. She still let him believe that she was doing it for her own benefit cause she knows that he feels guilt for his deeds and his feelings towards others and he wouldn't belive her if she claimed otherwise. She doesn't want to push him to far out of his comfort zone and she doesn't need him to believe that she's trying to help because she doesn't need the affirmation that she's a good person, she doesn't push her insecurities onto him. She tries to both encourage him to walk out of his comfort zone and establish bountries.

I really like the scene where she practicaly tells him: "You were a bad person and you did horrible things and you have to own up to the shitty things you've done."

She's also probably the only person in Teyvat that completely understands him. She was also deemed unworthy of the title of an Archon, she was also deemed too little and not enough for her caretakers at the time. She was also discarded by the people that were meant to assist her growth. She was also replaced with a "better" option. I am fully aware that they also share differences, but I believe those differences are meant to show us an alternate ending to either story. Nahida was never coddled, which lead to her having doubts about herself and trying to please others and resulted in her growing a little on her own. Wanderer grew dependent on his emotional bonds with the people that cared for him and ended up taking their loss too hard and stalling his growth. Nahida met the right people that helped her through a difficult time, both physicaly and emotionaly. Wanderer met Dottore, who manipulated him and made him worse. Dottore was an enabler to Wanderer and a bad influence. And that might be a stretch, but I believe that the meeting between Rukkhadevata and Nahida could have been the meeting between Wanderer and Makoto.

Idk, I could be wrong, but I don't like it when there's a singular interpretation of the relationship between two characters. I'm also not a fan of how we forcfully speedgrow Nahida and how the "baby" metaphore in Wanderer's lore is only ever used to say he's a shotacon or smth. I like the complexity of these characters too much to only have one opinion for them. I also like the idea that Nahida is also self-healing by helping Wanderer, who is kinda like a man-child at times.

[pentacass]

i know i did this to her but thanks i hate it!!!11!!1

some lil thotties

this final breaking of shadowheart's spirit is so good, so poetically sharran. make her suffer loss/tragedy at her own hands, make her break so completely that she seeks relief from the one who gave her that pain, the only one who can take it away. let her taste the devastation of mortal loss, of sacrifice, to make her crave your divine oblivion.

'do what's right. i think i lost sight of that some time ago.' - she says this if you choose not to influence her. it just screams to me that shadowheart's conscience is not completely dead, even after killing aylin and being made DJ. 'better to just serve blindly' - ohh babygirl is so broken she's giving up self agency.

coupled with DJ Shart's (in da hAUS- ok i'll stop) approvals that still seem to tend towards kindness or, at least, away from cruelty even after killing aylin and being shar's chosen...........girl. your heart is literally too kind to be suppressed for long. how will you survive the rest of your life as mother superior? how much of yourself are you sacrificing to wear this mantle that you crawled under to hide from your pain, your wicked deeds?

also found it interesting that shadowheart uses the same silvery selunite magic to free her parents, even as DJ. mechanically, i recognise this is an easy animation reuse, just as it is easier to replace shar with selune in her character sheet after DJ chooses to save her parents instead. there's just no way to fit a religious crisis this close to the end.

lore-wise though...makes me wonder. was selune still waiting for shadowheart to return, even after she murdered aylin? she doesn't seem like a vengeful goddess, though i admit i don't know much d&d lore. did she step in to help her stolen daughter in her time of need, or as an answer to the hallowleaf couple's loyalty?

idk. many thoughts. no brain cells left. good night.

[lovelenivy]

you know what hate crimes md enjoyers, idk if this has been done before but i wanna start like a little tag game: i wanna know your favorite seasons in order, what you think is the best episode each season, your personal favorite ep from each season, any honorable mentions if you have them, and your least favorite/worst episode in your opinion. i'd also like to have you sort the main characters/fellows from favorite to least favorite, plus tell me your favorite ship (and optionally, a ship you enjoy and think is underrated)! feel free to toss in any explanations for why you chose what you did. (: kinda long, but oh well – feel like it'll be fun.

i'll go first (so you can see the format) – listing seasons from the best imo, to the worst, and the episodes.

Seasons:

1. Season 3

Best episode: one day, one room (?)

Favorite episode: merry little christmas

Honorable mention(s): cane and able, words and deeds, family, needle in a haystack

Least favorite episode: que sera sera (?)

it was hard to pick the best bc i'm biased towards merry little christmas, but i don't know if it would be the best of the season exactly. as for que sera sera, nothing really wrong with it but honestly i had a hard time picking a least favorite too. great season – to me it's like the classic house season.

2. Season 5

Best: birthmarks

Favorite: under my skin

Honorable mention(s): the softer side, last resort, both sides now, painless

Least favorite: big baby (?)

i literally just barely remember big baby compared to the rest, i think, no matter how many times i see it. amazing season though, honestly so up there with s3 for me that it became a tough choice.

3. Season 6

Best: help me

Favorite: wilson

HM(s): the down low, broken (part 1 & 2), baggage, lockdown

Least favorite: epic fail, remorse (?)

help me is such an amazing episode, it always makes me cry. epic fail is extremely annoying tho and idk why, like after i watched it more than once or twice i started having a hard time rewatching it. and honestly every time i watch remorse i get pissed off on thirteen's behalf and it's just not a fun feeling. not a bad episode though. i know a lot of people don't like s6 but i love it.

4. Season 2

Best: euphoria (part 1 & 2)

Favorite: no reason

HM(s): skin deep, distractions, hunting, clueless

Least favorite: sleeping dogs lie

i recently rewatched euphoria and it's so fucking good i legitimately cried. sleeping dogs lie isn't a bad episode, it just is frustrating to watch for many reasons. another classic house season.

5. Season 4

Best: house's head/wilson's heart

Favorite: house's head/wilson's heart, 97 seconds

HM(s): mirror mirror, you don't want to know, frozen, living the dream

Least favorite: the right stuff

nothing really wrong with the least favorite – it was honestly a tough choice. also i couldn't pick a favorite, it was so tough. i honestly really like this season despite how short and different it is.

6. Season 1

Best: detox

Favorite: detox

HM(s): three stories, histories, control, mob rules

Least favorite: heavy, everybody lies (pilot)

the pilot being orange just makes me laugh the whole time so it's hard to watch, and chase's insane fatphobia in heavy is just disturbing, which is the only reason it's a least favorite. for the best i was torn between three stories and detox, but i think detox is better. s1 is ranked so low bc of general weirdness.

7. Season 8

Best: the c-word, everybody dies

Favorite: the c-word

HM(s): dead & buried, twenty vicodin, nobody's fault, post mortem

Least favorite: we need the eggs

we need the eggs isn't bad, the case is just ??? weird and kinda sad tbh idk. i haven't rewatched the c-word yet but i remember it fondly, so i couldn't really choose a best episode. is picking the finale kinda dumb? maybe, idk. i like a lot of episodes from season 8 surprisingly, like most of them, but it's so different from the previous seasons with cuddy absent and the late addition of two new main characters that it can't be any higher for me.

8. Season 7

Best: after hours

Favorite: after hours, out of the chute

HM(s): unwritten, bombshells, the dig, moving on, fall from grace

Least Favorite: two stories

god i really can't stand rewatching two stories. idk what it is but the fucking kids that house gets stuck with in the principal's office are so annoying ??? probably my least fave episode in all of house. but despite how s7 is at the bottom, it did have some great episodes. just wasn't my favorite season at all, especially as someone who isn't really into huddy.

Characters:

from favorite to least favorite of the main characters –

1. House (of course)

2. Wilson

3. Thirteen

4. Cuddy

5. Chase

6. Foreman

7. Kutner

8. Cameron

9. Amber

10. Taub

11. Park

12. Adams

13. Masters

favorite ship: hilson (house / wilson)

underrated ship: thirteen / cameron, or chase / foreman

Tags:

anybody that wants to participate! i know it's kind of long so no sweat if you don't want to do it. i'm also indecisive so i had trouble picking episodes lmao

[fearandhatred]

what are your favorite good omens fics??

WOO REC TIME thank u for asking!! you may want to ask again after i've finished my resolution of reading all my mutuals' fics though because i've barely had the time to read anything these past few months... so i don't have much bookmarked lol but here are a few anyway! (from earliest read to most recent)

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mourning doves by sleepyimpulse (Words: 22,686 Chapters: 7/7)

“I’m sorry,” he registered himself saying between heaving sobs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please, please forgive me.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that, he knew the words were all wrong (he would never find the right ones). But the pain was coming at him in every direction and something, something had to give, and so he clung to Crowley like a life preserver. Crowley bent his body over Aziraphale’s and slowly, surely, pressed a kiss to his bloodied forehead. “I can’t,” he whispered, and Aziraphale went unconscious. (Aziraphale falls, post season 2)

this was one of the very first good omens fics i read and one thing about me is i LOVE this type of angst. so so good and such a nice exploration of crowley's struggle with what forgiveness is. gorgeous and so angsty. have i said that already. angst galore

say yes to me (i've got my eye on you) by thehappyyears (Words: 11,983 Chapters: 1/1)

It’s a pleasant evening much like many pleasant evenings this month, so Crowley doesn’t expect anything unusual when he makes himself comfortable on his side of the couch and lets Aziraphale select the wine. Which is why he’s resolutely caught off guard when Aziraphale disappears into a backroom, which Crowley always assumed was a wine cellar, and then turns around, darkness behind him and low, warm light gilding his hair and making his eyes bright. He’s breathtaking, he’s so beautiful, his eyes are so dark. “Crowley,” he breathes. Or, Crowley and Aziraphale have sex.

this is THE epitome of service top crowley. all hail service top crowley. also it's just so well-written and seamless. also i don't want this list to be too long so if smut is your thing then i recommend literally anything by focusfixated or zehwulf or Ineffably_Yours

Zmija by Himitsu_no (Words: 3,185 Chapters: 4/4)

He'd sigh in annoyance and hide his face in the angel's chest. "Said if they lived longer they'd have more time to become nasty and corrupted little shits, do all sorts of evil deeds and the likes. They never questioned it and went as far as warn me in advance of all the bigger natural disasters." Aziraphale would laugh and his fingers find their way into the red locks with practiced ease, and he'd bend to kiss the top of his head. "Did they do that, though? The evil deeds." Crowley would smile despite himself, eyes closed and leaning into the caress. "About a dozen, maybe. The rest were just... ordinary humans doing ordinary stuff." There'd be a long pause in which the angel would take it all in, and the demon would replay many of it in his mind with unease. Then Aziraphale would speak again, voice barely a whisper, "How long were you in Mesopotamia after the flood, my love?"

yeah i have this in my bookmarks but i have not touched it ever since i read it the first time because. it hurts me :) idk if it's because of my mommy and daddy issues but the whole crowley being good with kids tropes makes me so sad. and also this fic is just. devastating to me. i really should leave a comment but i don't want to read it again fr

when i knew love’s perfect ache by sugarskulled (Words: 1,834 Chapters: 1/1)

A demon can't touch that which has been made holy by God. Crowley knows this well as anyone. And Aziraphale? Aziraphale is so holy it burns.

this is definitely one of my favourite good omens fics of all time. angst again and so bittersweet i think about it so often

better to read and eat cake in a Soho bookshop than to reign in Hell by Kaesa (Words: 35,717 Chapters: 5/8)

When Aziraphale flees Heaven with the Book of Life, he's planned for it -- he's alerted other angels stationed on Earth to Heaven's plans, and asked them to take steps so that humans won't get caught up in the inevitable battle he faces with the other archangels. But Crowley shows up too, and he doesn't know the plan, and in the chaos Aziraphale leaps in front of a terrible blow meant for Crowley. And so, still very angry with him, Crowley must get him back to the bookshop (which is full of annoying angels) and help him heal, and try to figure out how to move past their previous fight, because, sure, he's mad at Aziraphale, but he doesn't want him to die. But soon enough it becomes clear that Aziraphale isn't necessarily dying. He is changing, and no one quite knows what to expect, because this situation has only happened once before, when Supreme Archangel Lucifer Fell and became Satan.

this fic has everything tbh and it's one i keep coming back to. the smut is great AND well-written and besides that the plot itself is so good??? the writing overall is just gorgeous tbh. slight body horror too :) the moment this updates i will be all over it like a rabid dog

Dear Angel by crowleys_bentley_and_plants (Words: 3,379 Chapters: 13/?)

A collection of emails addressed to a certain Aziraphale, found on the computer of a lonely demon.

poetic and hard-hitting and interconnected and also tells a story. through emails!! also the last lines of every chapter always knock me out lmaoo

to hold you like a bouquet by gravitron (Words: 10,676 Chapters: 1/1)

Crowley and Aziraphale, as told by history’s flowers.

can y'all read this fic oh my god i'm gonna fight everyone. so so beautifully written and well-structured. you know what i'm just gonna copy and paste part of my comment on here because yeah: i love your writing it's just. The Way Yo uWrite. The Words. your way with words. etc. and some of your sentences have a directness to them that's so effective. and the way you incorporated the flowers into every part of the story is like... so tastefully done I'm obsessed

[soulsdontbreaktheybeeend]

What I need to get off my chest about Joker 2

When I left the movie theater I was incredibly angry and disappointed. Now, a few days later, I still am, but it feels like I shouldn't be.

Todd always wanted a different Joker. Something close to reality. He achieved that in the first movie. And now even more so in the second. As painful as it is, as bitter as it is, because we love Arthur. But it's absolutely realistic. That's what tugs at my heartstrings. I've always sympathized with Arthur because of his story and the messed up society. I still do. But that's also what feels like a huge slap in the face throughout the second part. All the scenes from the first movie where you feel sorry for him are nothing compared to the sequel. It couldn't be tougher. Close to reality.

If I could have wished for it, Lee would have been understanding and loved Arthur and not just Joker. If I could have wished for it, she would have been the classic psychologist who actually falls for him and breaks him out. All that drawn out in one long ass movie. In a psychological depth, like the story in the first movie. They break out at the end. The end. That was my dream ever since I heard that there was going to be a Harley Quinn.

If I put my own ideas to one side, then the plot of Joker 2 itself is admittedly really brilliant. It's always been bad for Arthur. All his life. And Joker 2 just goes one "better" in that respect. Really bad, so that it just hurts and leaves you depressed. Because, unlike the first movie, he doesn't get his moment, he can't show off. He can't "shine". None of that happens and it's just a horrible downward spiral for him. Which is indeed just realistic.

I found some of the movie too modern. Nothing against Lady Gaga, I thought her performance was good, but her botox lips distracted me. She generally seemed too modern for the time. I felt that way about some things in the movie. Even Sophie seemed strangely too modern this time.

In general, the whole movie was so wild, rushed, sometimes mixed up and then somehow without that certain something, something was missing. The depth. Joker 1 had so much depth. There was so much meaning in every scene. I missed that this time. Arthur wasn't very tangible for me. And every time I thought, now it's going to happen, now I'm getting the feeling that I can grasp him, I can feel him, then I was ripped out again. I don't know if that was the general intention, so that you don't sympathize with him as a murderer in a realistic way. And I don't know if it's just because I haven't seen the sequel a hundred times like I did the first.

Also this guy who then stabs him. He has what... 3 short scenes in which he's in, keeps an eye on Arthur and grins slyly? Makes no sense? But then again, that's the "irony" of the movie. He comes out of nowhere, like Arthur himself. Maybe he watched everything Joker did on TV in prison. He idolizes him and his deeds because he too feels neglected and unseen by society, obviously mentally ill. It's fucking my brain.

I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel. This realism of the movie and all the fiction I've experienced with Arthur put me in an incredibly difficult situation. It's like head versus heart. My head understands why they chose the plot and it makes sense, but my heart is angry, disappointed and broken.

I don't know yet if I will watch the movie in a cinema again or not. I kind of want to, to get more details and stuff, but on the other hand I don't know if I can take it.

I hope I will find the muse to make a few edits. I would love to write again. Like that whole thing how I wished it would've happened. Or like idk he survives and y/n and him meet at the hospital. But it just seems stupid rn and I'm still not finished with processing it all.

[inverted-typo]

Expanded Damirae Arranged Marriage Ideas

Been thinking about world building and more details for the request I got with the horse and falcon! Not really that organized but more so self indulgent word barfing (it’s p long lmao I’m sorry)

Set in fantasy medieval-like times. Raven still has her own powers and Damian is more assassin-leaning

Damian's house has held political power for centuries. They are a warrior people, skilled in stealth and combat. They are a protective ally but a deadly enemy. Considered one of the most ruthless nations by some, they are commended for their loyalty and willpower. Damian is the heir to the throne, currently ruled by Ra’s.

Raven's house is also extremely powerful, even to the Al Ghuls, as they are masters of some of the oldest magic known in the lands. Some of their ancient runes are believed to be the sites of some of the first magical rituals. Raven's father was corrupted by trifling with dark magic, plunging his kingdom into ruin. It took decades for them to recover. It has left a stain on her homeland. He’s known as the Devil King. They are reserved and private people, keeping their secrets close.

Damian and Raven's houses have been at odds for generations. Between several historic instances of deception, betrayal and manipulation from both sides, a bitter distrust has wedged itself between them. A few wars dotting the timeline has also added fuel to the fire.

It was decided by the Elders of Azar (idk the elite council of people in charge since Trigon’s descent and imprisonment. Raven is still the rightful heir however) to offer a peace treaty through marriage. Ra’s at first is vehemently against the idea; he will NOT allow his grandson to marry such an adversary. But maybe it’s Damian who convinced him it would actually be a very beneficial arrangement. They could trade, and be seen as a larger power due to the union. Damian is too focused on shaping himself to be a leader and warrior, to worry about marrying for “love”. It would be good to sire and heir, and with half of their blood being so magically rooted, they would be strong. Plus, it was assumed he could always have a mistress if he wished.

Raven understood that her home was still recovering from her father’s heinous deeds. She knows they aren’t as strong as they once had been, although she’d never admit that. If marrying into the Al Ghul clan could rid them of one potential enemy and threat, while also helping her people through political alliance, she was more than willing to leave her home for them. She owed it to her people to try and make things better.

The preparations for the union lasted months. Skepticism and worry of betrayal or failure prolonged it, too. There was doubt it would never even come to fruition and there would be no marriage.

The two knew absolutely nothing about each other except the other’s names.

For the ceremony dress, it was considered to be tailored to more of the culture and fashion of Damian’s country. But Raven insisted it be completely Azarathian. They were uniting, not submitting.

Maybe the ceremony was one of those huge ordeals that lasted several days

Raven had been in the country for a few weeks and the two were strategically separated.

Damian tried to push down his growing curiosity about his bride since the official announcement of the marriage. He tried to feign indifference. This was a political move, he needed to be strong. But the rumored whispers of her dark beauty piqued his interest more and more. He heard of her intelligence and unique magical abilities. He wanted to know more… Who would he be marrying…? What was she really like?

Raven was kept closed in her quarters with a few of her ladies in waiting. They were treated well, out of obligation, but it was clear everyone was wary of their presence. She heard down the grapevine that her husband-to-be was smart but arrogant. Brash but passionate. He was the pride of the Al Ghuls. She did her best not to let that intimidate her. As the wedding drew closer, Raven suddenly began to feel a nervous anticipation. She also was swayed by her curiosity about if she’d end up knowing who he truly was. He was a person, not just his name, after all.

They finally meet face to face at the alter. The grand hall is decorated to the nines and hundreds of people crowded the isle.

The Prince is absolutely floored by her beauty. He never realized someone could look so…elegant and divine! She had an air of humbleness that was gentle. But she also had a mysterious firmness that he hadn’t quite seen in anyone else before. He would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn’t suddenly nervous.

From all the assumptions and rumors she had heard, Raven was surprised to see a gentleness in his eyes. He was also strikingly handsome. He wore a confidence she thought fit him well. He gave her a small smile that unexpectedly sent goosebumps down her arms. She had never imagined him to smile.

I’d like to think it took several weeks for them to even be able to become even really acquainted with each other. Damian was always busy and Raven had to learn about the culture and work on relations in court. She could speak their language, but she needed to develop it. At first they didn’t spend a lot of time together.

Raven fought homesickness, as well. Here, it was a mountainous terrain. Colder and harsher in climate. Her own home was near the ocean with lush forests and lakes. She missed the lightening bugs. She also found it a daily test to upkeep her pride and confidence against the leering judgement of the populous and high inner circle. Thankfully, some of her closest staff and advisors stayed with her, so that helped. But she felt their pain and homesickness too.

Damian found it oddly uncomfortable at first. He didn’t expect to feel so awkward and hyper aware of his new wife. He thought he’d barely notice her in his day to day, but he found himself quite vigilant about it. He learned he wanted to try and talk to her, get to know her, and maybe even become comfortable. But he had no fucking clue how to do that. The only things he’d learned about her since marrying was what kind of tea she liked and that she needed to meditate daily (which in the future he’d designate an entire chamber for her to meditate. Complete with a waterfall and everything lol)

I dunno some sort of event or moment happens that clicks between the two. They bond over something, maybe a book? Maybe Raven finds some of his drawings and finds them stunning? Maybe it’s a more raw moment where one of them finds the other upset and crying, and for some reason they find the courage to try and comfort the other.

But after that things suddenly snowball. They’re having dinner together every night. As Damian trains his elite guard at 5am, Raven will observe them, silently standing by her husband’s side. Damian will offer to meditate with her, and finds it to be quite an effective way to calm his mind. In court they will begin to slowly verbalize support for each other’s statements. Damian begins to learn about foreign magic from the books Raven suggests. Raven begins to learn combat because Damian thinks it would pair with her powers amazingly.

Damian teaches Raven about the animals they have, and their significance in his culture. She finds it so endearing how much he loves and cares for them.

It doesn’t happen overnight by any means, but the two end up learning almost everything about each other. They develop trust, respect and find companionship in one another.

Damian begins to stand up for her against the scorn and suspicion against her. He begins demanding she is shown respect and honor.

I’d say it’s a very slow burn and takes a year and a half or so for everything to fall into place. But at some point, they realize they are absolutely head over heels in love with each other. They become inseparable.

They even take a campaign to Azarath so Damian can be introduced to Raven’s home. He notices how relieved and excited she is to finally visit her homeland after so long.

[deprivedofbraincellsandsleep]

hiii zia

so the other day u was talking with my sister and you told hwr you werw trying to quit listening to music because of ur religion and like i thought u were mualim and i’ve seen a lot of muslim people singing and listening to music so i was just curious to like why you cant listen to music same thing with dancing about how you can’t dance only when you’re alone

im just curious btw

heyyyy, okayy so this is kinda ish (not really) complicated but bear with meeee

so I am muslim and the thing is, we aren't allowed to listen to music for a few reasons being:

1) instruments are haram (meaning forbidden, so singing with just ur voice is okay or listening to vocals only is okay too)

2) idk if you’ve noticed but music tends to make people want to move aka dance so another reason why is that if played in a public place or smth like that it can lead to men and women dancing together (which isn't allowed) and that can progress further to them doing things together if yk wut I mean (I dont rlly know how to explain this better)

3) this is the most important thing, so we have our holy scripture right, the Holy Quran, and while we may desire to listen to music, our soul desires the Holy Quran, so we cannot deprive it of that. There cannot be two things in our heart at once, music and Quran cannot co-exist, because if you try to keep both things in your heart together, it won't work because as a Muslim, you'll notice that you won't be focused in your worship because all you will be able to think of is music instead of paying attention. You truly cannot taste the sweetness and completely digest words of the Quran with another thing occupying your heart (music), you have to eliminate it first and cleanse your heart of it to truly be able to taste the sweetness of not only the Quran but of life aswell, theres no other way of saying this. You have to fill your heart with good things, and you'll notice nowadays that lyrics of music tends to be talking about dirty things and such so that's not good too.

sorry that got too long, anyways something called nasheeds exist, they aren't really songs because it's just vocals and the lyrics are talking about Allah and like about our Prophet (peace be upon him) and stuff about our religion. But some nasheeds tend to have instruments so you gotta be careful😭. Anyways so Muslims can listen to those instead of music and also listen to podcasts (especially Islamic ones since ur just gaining more knowledge about your religion and becoming closer to God) to help with listening to music less.

the dancing thing kinda ties in with my first point (and also the second one), because dancing can be provocative and can lead to dirty things happening between men and women which is a major sin called Zina (sex between unmarried people).

anyways so music is definitely haram (forbidden) but many Muslims nowadays, since music is so normalized and is everywhere, refuse to accept that (not every Muslim obviously but many yk). They still put music in their videos (which isn't good because for every time someone watches that video and hears the music, you get a bad deed) and listen to it themselves, and since music has completely embedded itself into society, its harder to quit it and many people struggle doing so (including me). Singing if it's just with your voice is fine though.

Sorry again for this becoming so long, I hope my rambling was comprehensive enough, especially for someone who is non-muslim😭😭.

Theres lots of videos on yt about people quitting music, it's mostly Muslims but I saw one of this girl quitting it for 3 months and she did a really nice video about it too explaining what she learnt from it and all. They really go in depth about how music has completely embedded itself into our lives and how much of a struggle it is to free yourself from it so if you wanna do more research about this you can js watch those.

[stxrmylxve]

Ran (p2 of 2)

If you don’t remember… :

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

So basically I saw an alphabet thing where people did every letter for something regarding a character? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where I got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Aftercare This poor man. He switches from ruthless to being the most worrisome man in the world. You might doze off, but you will wake up to food and water and be wrapped up in a blanket while he lies cold behind you.

B - Bff Similar to how he is as a bf, I think he would worry 24/7. He knew you were a little oblivious at times and couldn't help but hope no one bothered you while he was away from you.

C - Cum (legit so awkward to write this cause its interesting to describe lol) He has a bit of a shitty diet so this reflects that lol. It's more clear than anything else and sticks to legit everything. Still enjoyable to take in LOL

D - Domestic (settling down) If you were ready, he would be too. He likes to cook, especially with you, and wouldn't mind taking on the house-husband role outside of work.

E - Experience Might seem like big shit but is probably truly learning with you, prove me wrong. He might have a club, see ladies, and get bitches all the time, but sex? No clue.

F - Favorite Position Cowgirl's helper is a yes along with leapfrog. I think just anything to where he could see your body react to him would be fine. These are only 2 out of many though.

G - Gentleness SO GENTLE. GENTLEMAN. If you have a headache and you're into brushing your hair to relieve stress, you bet he is going to do it for you. Have stuff in your hands? He's taking them and walking in the door, he doesn't care if it's heavy, he's taking them.

H - Hugs? It might weird him out at first, but if you do it enough, he will ask for them every day almost.

I - Intimacy Not romantic enough to have music playing or anything, but he might light your favorite candle and take a bath with you...

J - Jealousy If it's in one of his places, and he owns a lot, he will get mad and fire any employee that looks you up and down.

K - Kiss No brainer, sucker for kisses. And if you pull his hair slightly? He's gone, buckling, like legit crumbles.

L - Location (to do it) Private places like the bedroom, not into others watching in public if he doesn't know them. Ultimately your choice tbh.

M - Mornings (with them) You can't tell me he isn't the one man we wish to wake up to. Messy bedhead hair, raspy voice, does the stomach scratch thing that reveals the slightest below the belt... AH

N - No’s (turnoffs) When a person doesn't care for themselves and/or their s/o bugs Ran sm. Also just not being a good person. Like sure, he smokes some, yeah, but he's not rude to people or bothered if someone tries to make small talk if they haven't done anything?

O - Oral (giving, receive) Opposite of Hanma, better with the mouth than with the fingers. Legit almost chokes on air if you give it to him.

P - Patience Surprisingly patient. Wants shit done but can wait if it's necessary.

Q - Quickies Perfectly fine with them. Although it's normally just a name since he likes to take his time and it turns into an hour in the bathroom instead of a few minutes.

R - Risks He's risky all the time. Like mentioned above, a little clueless when it comes to the deed so you might need to explain the quote 'risk' before he goes at it.

S - Security Cares about you SO MUCH. Ran >>>> bodyguard

T - Toys? He has them. They're still in the packaging.

U - Ugly Habits He has a bad habit of forgetting things. Important things. It could be a simple meeting, or it could be a bigger thing like forgetting to eat.

V - Volume Loud af. Doesn't really care if someone hears, but you're equally as vocal so... guttural moans every time with praises.

W - Would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He would beat himself up, even if it wasn't his fault you left him. If he left you, it would only ever be because it was for your safety.

X - X-ray Girthy and 5-6 inches. Cute little mushroom top :)

Y - Yearning Depends. If he has been tired for the past week due to work, begs you for a taste. Ordinarily, honestly could care less if it's not important to you either. If you ask, ofc he will. But won't outright be desperate like when he is tired.

Z - Zzz Sleep for so long. IDK WHY HE IS SO TIRED??? Maybe it's just a bad sleeping habit that became a habit, he will sleep in most days and be late to work.

[borderlinebox]

idk if you’re still taking requests but can we get one where you and chishiya became friends in borderland and you were cute and constantly affectionate w him (though he pretended it to like it) and one day he says something too mean to dismay your affection but it makes yn cry and he finds a way to apologize

>- Company for everyone's concern, no will not be back :). just not in my current writing season but decided to make something. bittersweet ending!

"Good night!" You called out to him with a happy smile and a wave. A wave you gave him day and night - whenever you see him, really. It always managed to bring a smile to your face.

But it couldn't be said the same for him.

As much as he appreciated you for being kind towards him - which he saw as foolish at first - he couldn't help but maybe close his eyes to prevent himself from rolling them. He knew you had no harsh intentions for him nor were you planning anything against him, but maybe it was the constant affection that got him reeling.

He turned away from you, not replying to your farewells.

Of course, this struck you as odd. And since you were so generously kind with your affections, you elected to discuss about it. Just a friendly gesture.

What could go wrong?

"Chish?" You turned around, meeting his hooded figure. He didn't stop walking, not even returning a simple hum of which he mostly spoke to you with these days.

With no reply, you continued. "Chishiya, are you okay?"

Your hand reached out to him. Was that a mistake? It must've been. Just when you softly gripped his white, dull jacket, he immediately shrugged it away from you.

"You're annoying you know that?" He spat in annoyance.

Maybe it wasn't something he meant to slip out but it already did anyway. The deed was done. He must have noticed because he felt himself gritting his teeth together. Not in irritation but in frustration of himself.

However, this brought tears in your eyes. But you didn't allow it to escape, no, you kept it there, swimming in those glassy eyes of yours.

Was he finally annoyed with you?

You were always concerned about his behavior around people like you. You thought he was just being nice since you were friends with Kuina. And yet in the end you two grew close but eventually the truth had to come over and break your precious heart.

"I, I understand." A whisper, your voice. Without a word, you decided the best thing to do was just walk away from the situation and maybe Chishiya's life.

You didn't want to be a bother him. To anyone really.

You couldn't bear the pain in your head the next morning.

Just like what anyone would do in a time of crisis like this, you drank your pains away. Enough to make you forget you ever wallowed in your tears just the night before. You preferred it that way.

Even better, with that banging hangover of yours, you decided it would be fun if you went out of your room and not wanting to be confined in there with the wreaking scent of alcohol and despair.

What a dumb decision, you thought. Now you were stuck in the lounge bar, sitting next to him.

For the first time, you didn't start the conversation with a cute smile and an affectionate hug. In fact, You didn't start the conversation at all.

"Y/N,"

"Sorry, Chishiya. I'll go." You said blankly, getting ready to leave.

With no hesitation, the fake blondie spoke back up in a light yet low and dark tone. "Sit down."

Thinking this was serious, you hesitated, gulping. But maybe this was the right choice. Maybe you both have to talk it out and say some things that are needed to say. Rip the bandaid, as Kuina would say.

It took a while for him to say something again. "About last night, apologies."

Despite knowing Chishiya for not much time in your life, you surprisingly understood the fact that he indeed was being apologetic. He didn't show it all too much but you somehow knew.

".. It's fine." Another blunt answer before getting off the chair again, wanting to give him space.

"Wait." He turned to you a little, just enough for you to see his face and the drink he had in his left hand which rested on the counter of the bar. "Stay. I want company."

To say that Chishiya's voice was deep and alluring would be an understatement. You decided to stay, not only granting his wish, but also to talk things out.

After a moment of silence, you had the courage to say something instead.

"So, do you wanna talk boundaries instead?"

[ikeameatballspoisonedme]

Thoughts on Fallout show...

It's good! I really liked the Moldaver twist, I liked that she was actually part of NCR. But girl just build your settlement on top of the old Shady Sands no one is stopping you LMAO. I soyjaked when I saw the NCR Veteran Ranger outfit you guys are SO COOLLLLLLLL even tho those people weren't the rangers.. sigh

The capitalism commentary... I mean I've played Disco Elysium. Hell even Fallout New Vegas. Lol. I'd say this is on The Menu tier of commentary. It's fine! I just find it to be regular! FNV offered interesting perspective on anarchy with Followers and come on dude, Hegelian dialectics waow.... Disco Elysium is fucking Disco Elysium. It certainly identified that monopoly in capitalism is bad as shown in Vault Tec, but I wish I could've seen an alternative ideology for a better world like FNV and DE did. Where's the hopeeee

His ass is NOT Robert House !! Unironically like as many have said this contradicted House in FNV. Many mentioned that he actually wanted to stop the bombs, hence why he wanted the platinum chip but he wouldn't cave in to Vault Tec, he wants his own little monopoly his ass is NOT collaborating !! Maybe he actually didn't want it after the meeting idk lol

I do NAWT like the ghoul sorry I am a certified ghoul fucker, as you've known I am a Harland enjoyer and Dean Domino liker but the whole feral ghoul inevitability is just so stupid and sucks because it drove his whole asshole-ish survivalist instinct to do dirty deeds to get the ghoul vials. It's stupid!!!!! We could've got a perspective of someone who has to live forever but nooooo ghoul vials n shit. Also he just sucks sorry lol most overrated Fallout character of all time RAUL SWEEPS!!!!!

I do wish we see the kinder side of Brotherhood, in all 3 games they're not all bad people if you finally became part of them. We love Veronica! But outside of her McNamara is known to be kind, also Vree is awesome, etc etc... but this BoS is not out of character either. They're not kind on defectors as we've seen with Veronica

I liked Maximus :-) wait he's actually Maximus right I didn't misremember but I swear Lucy called him Titus?? But anyway. He's cool! I didn't know Lucy and Maximus actually ended up together because I've only seen her paired with the ghoul. I mean you do you but I do not sense any chemistry between them because uh, they barely spent time together???? He sold her to the organ harvesting guy and then left. Like that's it. I get that people want their Discord x Fluttershy nachos but Lucy and Maximus are cute lol let them be

Oh my god the constant flashback scenes.... They're stealing Persona 5's nachos. USELESS?????????

I have mixed feelings on the whole Vault Tec stuff. Yeah commentary on amazon cool! But viewing it on the context of 1/2/NV... it's just too glaring to ignore. Fallout was all about post-apocalyptic settlement! It's why we remember Shady Sands, Junktown, The Hub, Vault City, New Reno, Broken Hills, Necropolis, Goodsprings, Primm, Novac, Freeside, arghhhh so much more... is Vault Tec gonna bomb literally every single one of them?????????? Perhaps it's because NCR is the biggest settlement but idk I'd say Vault City is doing great. Goodsprings was fine, it's small but people have homes and farms and happy there outside of the Powder Gangers problem. It just missed the core of Fallout and took the "war never changes" motto on face value. Society will rebuild itself! We're not just gonna stay in the empty desert wasteland, it's all gonna be rebuilt with new ideology and it's up to us to decide which is more content to our heart to stay and help...

And speaking of settlement.... man why are every settlement so Not Normal. People on 1/2/NV talks normally even if their homes are not in the best conditions. Every single non-Vault 33 people in this show acted like No Barks lol. The thing with Fallout is that people we've meet are normal people like us in the present, even the ghouls, it's just that they are trying to live in the post apocalyptic conditions. They don't become stereotypical western hillbillies lol

Anyway. God fucking dammit leave FNV alone. I just feel like this show doesn't have the vernacular that it thinks it possesses... It missed the whole appeal of the OG Fallout and thinks Fallout is all about post apocalyptic wacky destruction and madness n shit. Even if it has a commentary on pre-war capitalism it still missed what makes Fallout settlements so interesting. And since NV is all about those settlements... begging you to leave them alone. Do not fucking destroy them because you think the point of Fallout is that humanity is doomed. Make your own fucking settlements.

I promise I don't hate this show I was actually invested throughout of it. Really amazing props and set design. It's just a show that is really good in a vacuum, but when viewed in the context of OG Fallout it fell apart. I'd give it a 6-7/10

[borathae]

Chapter 32

you know, i almost always feel shocked after seeing the warnings like SEX?? THIS FAST? we just had an "insert how the previous chapter ended" moment and we are going to fuck? lets go??? lets fucking goooo and then the smut comes and nothing is out of place. it fits like a glove, like my glasses on my nose. how do u do that? hell, only a few paragraphs in and the mood is set better than dinner table on a holiday

where is yoongi? oh he is in sitting room. WE ARE DRINKING TOGETHER YAY. i can feel the atmosphere, vibe and the rooms so well. felt like i was visiting my house these days and now im back to live in this universe again

“You actually came” you called

…I was too scared of it, so I didn’t ask.” yeah the emotions were something else

“Huh, well what a pleasant surprise, I was sure that this conversation would be fruitless.” *turns into mom I TOLD YOU SO oh my god im never saying this again cringe

“your deed was noble, but didn’t help him shit. SIR WHY ARE U LIKE THIS, WHY DO U KEEP RUBBING WOUNDS ON MY SALT

“so tell me honestly. Why did you join me for a drink? Why are you so nice to me? Is it so I would release Taehyung earlier than planned?” you write him sooo well fuck *nervous sweating WAIT ITS PRIDE MONTH * nervous gay sweating, gay blushing, gay panicking, gay looking away, gay scoffing (june is almost over and i had to use it)

“I meant with your words” he spits, “not your body” omg im soo nervous to straight up ask me?” YOU JUST ASKED TO SPEAK 😭 idk what to do you can see how honest surprise washes over Yoongi’s face. oh ho 👀👀

Have you ever asked yourself why Jimin died? Why was he so far away from Taehyung when they clearly wanted to run away together? It would have been logical for him to stay by Taehyung’s side and not die so far away from him.” YES BABY UR SO SMART CONNECTING THE DOTS, YOONGI SEE THIS??

BUT WHAT IF JIMIN DID PROTECT TAE??

OMG SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK (i did this to my friend cuz they made a front page for my project, which i forgot, we pretended it never happened, to make this worse we dont even hug that much😭😭)

THE GLASS BROKE HE IS SHOOK THEY KISSED OMG AAAAH FUCK WTF WTFW TWF CHAT I WASNT PREPARED OH MY GOD

the paragraph is so romantic my heart oh fuck me i can feel my heart

Oh what a weak woman you are, you think, as you feel your own body draw closer to him. Your fingers entangle in his hair, your lips part. He tastes like whiskey. Oh what a contrast to his tender lips. THIS IS POETRY AND I WANT IT IN MY VEIN

You must be in the wrong movie. actually you are in a fanf- OW

This view is fascinating. Min Yoongi on his knees, looking up at you after he kissed your foot. the only way to get this view, is to buy such a carpet 😔✊🏻

ANOTHER PANTY LOST 💀 f in the chat for respect 😔✊🏻 irrelevant but i remember a wattpad ff where people kept saying #stopdoorabuse201_ , #savethedoor201_

“Jesus, what are you doing?” judging cuz yall didnt leave space for him(im sorry)

FUCK PUSSY SO GOOD MANS WARM DAMN call that magic pussy

He could ruin you, break you with just a flick of his tongue, corrupt you. But he doesn’t. He treats you with utter care tonight and it is driving you up the wall.  writing is too good, loving too good

This feels so good. Fuck, he’s on his knees. This is crazy. Why is he on his knees? He kissed my foot. Yoongi. Fuck I literally can’t. He’s on his knees.  mood AND HE READ IT DAMN

PRINCESS HITS DIFFERENT RIGHT NOW hold on did she do something to his emotions??

He never told you, but you have the softest skin. His fingers haven’t touched such softness in centuries. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

The world carved him just so one day he could be on his knees in front of the only woman who manages to make him want to be gentle. stop cutting onions😭

HAIR GRIPPING DYING SWIMMING LIVING IN PUSSY ON KNEES SQUIRTED HOLY FUCK ok maybe this is the hottest 2 people sex (watch me change it to the next one in the future)

KISSING AGAIN AHSHBHSDUK WE ARE DOWN TO FUCK?? LETS GOOO YEEHAW

fuck this is a whiplash from the eating out cuz that was desperate and messy, this feels too intimate im wrapping myself in my blankie

“Don’t let go of me, hold onto me. I promise, I’ll hold you”, DID WE JUST DO SOMEHTING TO HIM??? DIDNT TAE SAY THIS TOO???

YES HUMANITY OH MY GOD IM FEELING THE CHILLS

His dark brown eyes greet you, sparkling in the moonlight and reflecting the snowfall outside. His cheeks have gained colour, his lips are parted. i would like a mind printer thank you

This is the first time you see him actually enjoy his orgasm. In the past it was as if his climax didn’t even affect him, maybe even as if it bored him. So seeing him so totally out of breath and with his face scrunched up and heated in bliss, it hits places on your heart you really didn’t want to be hit at tonight. definitely hit my heart entirely

GUMMY SMILE CHECK

“We’ll talk to Taehyung tomorrow. Alright? YESSSS ok i hope this is for real now, cuz heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰

they are talking THEY ARE TLKING omg jimin my baby i love you

NAMJOON IS LIKE YOONGI TOO?? THEY HEALED HUMANS WOW

“I happened.” fuck this is the hardest stuff to say

HOLY SHIT THATS WHY JOON SAID THIS IS TRUE THIS IS IMPORTANT ON THE BACK OF THE NOTES FUCK no wonder tae was panicking more and more during that pillowtalk

shit who is she? is she dead like he thinks orrr 👀👀 OR IS IT THE OLD GRANNY

I chained myself up in a casket and forced myself to dry out. That was supposed to be my fate.” FUCK, YOONGI 😭😭😭not the thoughts haunting no wonder he turns off his emotions and has such control over himself

NOO HE KILLED AGAIN

“That is why the sorcerer cursed you and your lineage to insatiable hunger. Innocent people get hurt and killed. And the killer is left with painful guilt. This is the true curse of your lineage.” FUCK

wait so they were just normal vampires in the beginning? until the sorcerer cursed them? and made rippers and gluttons?

FUCK HE LEFT AGAIN AND MAYBE MAD AGAIN?

you know, i almost always feel shocked after seeing the warnings like SEX?? THIS FAST? we just had an "insert how the previous chapter ended" moment and we are going to fuck? lets go??? lets fucking goooo and then the smut comes and nothing is out of place. it fits like a glove, like my glasses on my nose. how do u do that? hell, only a few paragraphs in and the mood is set better than dinner table on a holiday

aww thank youu gosh I'm happy that you feel it doesn't feel out of place hehehe 🥺💜💜

where is yoongi? oh he is in sitting room. WE ARE DRINKING TOGETHER YAY. i can feel the atmosphere, vibe and the rooms so well. felt like i was visiting my house these days and now im back to live in this universe again

gaah I love this!! I'm happy that you do heheheh <3

“your deed was noble, but didn’t help him shit. SIR WHY ARE U LIKE THIS, WHY DO U KEEP RUBBING WOUNDS ON MY SALT

JFADJSFJ rubbing wounds on my salt jfadsjf

“so tell me honestly. Why did you join me for a drink? Why are you so nice to me? Is it so I would release Taehyung earlier than planned?” you write him sooo well fuck *nervous sweating WAIT ITS PRIDE MONTH * nervous gay sweating, gay blushing, gay panicking, gay looking away, gay scoffing (june is almost over and i had to use it)

GAAH THANK YOU!! omgmg I honestly love him in Sanguis Alpha he is so nfngnf dark and moody *loves him eternally*

BUT WHAT IF JIMIN DID PROTECT TAE??

I MEAN HELLOO???????????

THE GLASS BROKE HE IS SHOOK THEY KISSED OMG AAAAH FUCK WTF WTFW TWF CHAT I WASNT PREPARED OH MY GOD

LIKE HE IS LITERALLY JUST A SOFTIE IN LOVE!!!!!!!

Oh what a weak woman you are, you think, as you feel your own body draw closer to him. Your fingers entangle in his hair, your lips part. He tastes like whiskey. Oh what a contrast to his tender lips. THIS IS POETRY AND I WANT IT IN MY VEIN

ehheheh thank youuu <333

This view is fascinating. Min Yoongi on his knees, looking up at you after he kissed your foot. the only way to get this view, is to buy such a carpet 😔✊🏻

no but I actually need this view to survive fr

ANOTHER PANTY LOST 💀 f in the chat for respect 😔✊🏻 irrelevant but i remember a wattpad ff where people kept saying #stopdoorabuse201_ , #savethedoor201_

jsjsj I was never on wattpad so I don't know this trend jsdfjsj 😶

FUCK PUSSY SO GOOD MANS WARM DAMN call that magic pussy

LIKE HE IS ACTUALLY SO HOT FR NFDSNF

He could ruin you, break you with just a flick of his tongue, corrupt you. But he doesn’t. He treats you with utter care tonight and it is driving you up the wall.  writing is too good, loving too good

thank you!!! hihihihiih

PRINCESS HITS DIFFERENT RIGHT NOW hold on did she do something to his emotions??

mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm 👀

He never told you, but you have the softest skin. His fingers haven’t touched such softness in centuries. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I forgot how romantic this scene is 😭😭

The world carved him just so one day he could be on his knees in front of the only woman who manages to make him want to be gentle. stop cutting onions😭

LIKE HELOO 😭😭

HAIR GRIPPING DYING SWIMMING LIVING IN PUSSY ON KNEES SQUIRTED HOLY FUCK ok maybe this is the hottest 2 people sex (watch me change it to the next one in the future)

jsdfj I love this energy 🤪

fuck this is a whiplash from the eating out cuz that was desperate and messy, this feels too intimate im wrapping myself in my blankie

right??? it doess omgmg it feels so intimate 😭😭

“Don’t let go of me, hold onto me. I promise, I’ll hold you”, DID WE JUST DO SOMEHTING TO HIM??? DIDNT TAE SAY THIS TOO???

TAE DID SAY THAT HELLOOOOO

YES HUMANITY OH MY GOD IM FEELING THE CHILLS

GIRLLRLRLRLRLRL

His dark brown eyes greet you, sparkling in the moonlight and reflecting the snowfall outside. His cheeks have gained colour, his lips are parted. i would like a mind printer thank you

no joke?? ME FUCKING TOO or something that can turn imagination and dreams into movies so you can actually watch and hear what you are thinking about ufckkck that would be so hot omgmgm 🥵

This is the first time you see him actually enjoy his orgasm. In the past it was as if his climax didn’t even affect him, maybe even as if it bored him. So seeing him so totally out of breath and with his face scrunched up and heated in bliss, it hits places on your heart you really didn’t want to be hit at tonight. definitely hit my heart entirely

no but. me too.

GUMMY SMILE CHECK

I AM CRYING IN THE CLUB

NAMJOON IS LIKE YOONGI TOO?? THEY HEALED HUMANS WOW

THE SHOCK SITS DEEP

“I happened.” fuck this is the hardest stuff to say

i just want him to be happy :(

HOLY SHIT THATS WHY JOON SAID THIS IS TRUE THIS IS IMPORTANT ON THE BACK OF THE NOTES FUCK no wonder tae was panicking more and more during that pillowtalk

LIKE SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO THE TRUTHTHHTHTH

shit who is she? is she dead like he thinks orrr 👀👀 OR IS IT THE OLD GRANNY

oh damnnn imagine it's actually her 👀

I chained myself up in a casket and forced myself to dry out. That was supposed to be my fate.” FUCK, YOONGI 😭😭😭not the thoughts haunting no wonder he turns off his emotions and has such control over himself

LIKE PLEASE I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY

wait so they were just normal vampires in the beginning? until the sorcerer cursed them? and made rippers and gluttons?

No they were only humans, then did something to anger the socerer who as a punishment turned them into vampires. I can't say more without spoiling the plot

[clarafyer]

BREAKING NEWS: TERRORIST TEEN GOES BONKERS AND BLOWS UP YET ANOTHER DISTRICT

So yeah this is cyberpunk!Vesperaaaaa, she's in one of my earliest posts on one of my art dumps of stuff I did before I started my blog, and I made this in English class today :D

(why do class doodles always end up 10 times better than when you're actually trying like what the hell)

BIG LORE RANT AHEAD

Cp!Vespera's lore: Her brother Sullivan (Tenebris) had to turn to a permanent life of crime when she was 9 because he got into some trouble with the mafia and had to pay off massive debts. She was from then on raised with Sullivan and his friend Divian, Muroko was also a good friend of the group's before actually joining the mafia to try and usurp it (still a process to this day).

After a few years, Vespera was starting to be let into assassinations and infiltration jobs. When she was 14, though, Sullivan left without a trace. No note, no talk, nothing. He left because his fucked up head chose his urges to begin cruel experiments instead of staying with the people who were restraining him from going there.

Fast forward to almost 3 years, neither Ves nor Divian has seen him, but they know he's alive by now because of some recent missing persons incidents and their descriptions, along with Muroko's help (he's now the right-hand man, so he gets a lot of insider knowledge, but can't force Sullivan to come back because of the contract they organized and Muroko valuing business just a little more than personal deeds)

By now: She turns 17 in just a few months, and doesn't realize that she's turning just like her brother, who she's grown to despise, but- still misses the old days. She experiences hallucinations mainly involving her brother, which has been making her lash out more and more as the days go by. One fateful day, Divian and Vespera are going back to the base after a mission, and they meet a near-dead humanoid creature, who has a broken shackle on their wrist. Turns out, this is the first escaped victim of her brother's :)

My friend and I haven't done much with our characters recently, but in the early summer months this year we were roleplaying this stuff, and it was a BLAST. Seriously, this is only the rambling of my side of the lore. I did mention Divian, her character, but I don't wanna go into too much about their lore because like- permission and stuff idk

Fun facts:

- She used to force her brother to let her paint his nails, and because of that, nowadays he still wears nail polish

- The 'escaped victim' is the cyberpunk version of Evelyn (mothman oc)

- My 3 AUs (og, modern and cyberpunk) all represent different kinds of familial trauma (og: manipulation and emotional/mental abuse, modern: physical abuse, cyberpunk: abandonment)

- She's the biggest Oozes fan to exist

- She uses grenades and a nailed bat as her weapons (which is why she usually is just put on surveillance duty on missions lol)

- She has a lung disease that's common in the cyberpunk au, where her lungs are affected by the pollution in the air so much that she needs a gas mask anytime she's outside (it's such a common thing that masks are provided in a lot of places)

- She actually has a custom mask that doubles as a gas mask and a cool high-tech mask with an AR screen on it, made by Muroko for her 13th birthday!

- Her jacket is a re-painted letter jacket from her old school

- She marks her grenades with stickers of varying colors to indicate the average radius before using them (some are just smoke bombs too)

- Technically her first mission was her being a stowaway in Divian's car and she got in big trouble for like 3 months because of it (she also made Div mess up the kill)

ANYWAYS, THAT FELT GREAT TO RANT ABOUT, BUHBYEEEE (questions are ABSOLUTELY allowed I love answering questions abt oc lore, who doesn't)

[17magpiesinatrenchcoat]

oh yeah, the short story I wrote when I was 14 lol

it’s not very good but here💀

realising that this was the last time I wrote something is not a nice feeling. I didn’t even realise it’s been so long, holy shit, like i knew it had been a while but I didn’t realise it was literal YEARS now that’s just sort of depressing, especially since well.. I still can’t do better than 14 year old me now and she’s probably better bc I have not practiced in years smh💀💀

I wish I knew how to be a writer, it would be so amazing to get my stories out in the world, but I’m just so lazy ☹️☹️☹️ if any of y’all got any tips on how to get into it well. You know where to find me

anyways here (cw for death/suicide I think, idk what 14 year old me was cooking)

Candle

`At first, it was only an ember.

It was near the end of the Great War that they found her. Cold and trembling, crumpled in the ruins of her scorched village, a lone survivor. She was the only ember of life in a ruined land.

The kingdom set up camp among the blackened stones, wary of the stranger. They could not afford to let their guard down, because even the tiniest spark can start a fire. However, the princess did not heed their warnings, and went to talk to the stranger. The girl reminded the princess of a candle in the night, hopelessly shining, doomed to eventually burn out, fated to never see any light apart from her own. She could not help but pity her, this pathetic little ember, soon to burn out. The princess thought she had already seen it all, ravaging fires and thunderous floods, so what could a tiny, blackened ember do to hurt her?

She held out her hand to the candle, beckoning to a shining future. She might as well blow a little air on a dying spark, keep it burning for a little while longer, a good deed for the day. It wouldn’t affect her in the long run. Or so she thought.

Then, it was a spark.

The candle hid in the shadows of the palace, too afraid to talk to anyone higher than her. Amongst the glittering scarlet tapestries and golden sunrises, she was a moth amongst butterflies, draped in beige rags. She prayed to the moon and stars to forget, to no avail. She glared out from under black veils at the butterflies, half-hoping that one would someday give her some sort of reassurance, that everything would eventually be alright, but the only thing she got from them was judgemental glares and mistrusting whispers. Who was this little moth to enter their lair? In the middle of a war against her, no less? She felt their eyes boring into the back of her head as she sulked through the corridors. She scowled at them from her corner of shadows. It was one of their own who brought her here, so why couldn’t they blame her instead? She felt a spark of spite flickering in her chest. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

Somewhere, a spark was struck.

Then, it was a flicker.

The candle slammed open the doors of the princess’s lair. She glared out at the princess from her scraggly veil of hair, her face twisted into a vicious scowl,

“Why did you bring me here? Don’t you know how the others treat me? Won’t you do anything?”

The interruption caused the princess to snap the nail she was busy pruning. She scowled towards the intruder, before realising who she was.

How curious.

It was the ember she had rescued a couple weeks ago. She somehow looked even worse for wear, with her clothes that were barely more than stray rags sewn together, and eye bags so dark she looked half-dead. But her spirit was completely unscathed, apparently. The princess felt a smile tug at her lips. Who did this candle think she was, harassing the very person who spared her? Who could take it away in an instant? It was the most absurdly idiotic thing the candle could do. The princess decided that she liked her.

She smiled a sickly sweet grin, her eyes boring into the candle.. “So you want to fit in?” she trilled to the candle. “You want to be loved?

The candle scowled again, but she could not hide the longing gaze in her eyes.

“I guess.”

“Well,” warbled the princess, her grin widening, “There is no easy way for it. But, a way some outsiders in the past have found that their place in this sad world is theatre. People will not care about who you are if you are too busy pretending to be someone else.”

The candle did not bother hiding her longing any more. “How do I do it? How do I make that my place?

The princess’s grin was now so wide she looked more monster than human. “For that, my dear,” she said, as her eyes shined, “You need to learn how to dance.”

And so, the candle did.

Then, it was a flare.

With the princess as her mentor, the candle slowly learned the art of theatre. She did not understand why the princess was helping her, but she was grateful, because though she picked up the techniques easily, she would not have been able to do so without help. She danced through the days, some she was a princess in glittering golden robes, some she was a villainess, clad in deep violet, slung elegantly across her throne. She found her new stunt was to light a ruby red torch and fling it hand to hand as while elegantly gliding across the stage as her audience screamed. She loved her new life more than a flame loved the fuel, but it was not enough. While the butterflies may have loved to see her on stage, they still were mistrusting. She would never be one of them; to them, she was still the sad little moth who the princess had rescued to keep up appearances. She’d never really be accepted. Whether the princess had lied or she just hadn’t known, the candle couldn’t be certain. She was right, in a way; they accepted her when she was pretending to be someone else, as momentary entertainment, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

And, despite her own warnings, the spark slowly grew to a flicker.

Then, it was a blaze.

The candle continued to dance in the glory of the stage, but she could no longer find any small solace from it. She watched the butterflies’ eyes follow her, dead, unfeeling. They didn’t care if she lived or died. They only cared about the characters she played. Without them, she was nothing to them. The flame of hatred grew.

There was a recital that night. The candle refused to come. She crouched sleeplessly in her room, staring out at the barren landscape, dead-eyed.

She watched the dark turn to bright emotionlessly. She was still waiting. Only when the sun was so high that it was obscured from view, did she hear the knock at her door.

“Where were you?”

It was the princess. Her chartreuse eyes glared into the candle. “We were all waiting for you.”

The candle stared at her. “You lied.”

The princess stumbled back. “What are you talking about?

“You said that they’d accept me if I did what you said. They don’t. They only see me as momentary entertainment. When I’m away from the stage, I am once again an outsider.”

The princess hissed, like a flame being put out. “How was I supposed to know that? For all I could see, that was the truth. Stop being so ungrateful.”

The candle whipped away from her and glared out the window at the blackened landscape. So, the princess was just like them after all. She made up her mind.

“Leave.” She commanded, without turning around. “I never want to see your face again.”

Then, it was an inferno.

That night, the candle returned to her dreaded stage, for the last time.

She glared out at their cheering faces, disgusted. These were the same people who shunned her in the hallways. She was nothing to them. Even her one and only ally turned out to be no different. She was going down, and they were all coming with her.

It was time to pull her favourite stunt.

She lit a bright ruby torch as the crowd cheered. She swirled around and around with it, cradling it in her arms, only this time, she didn’t stop. The crowd screamed in terror as the candle hurled the torch into the crowd and it lit up in flames, roaring and tumbling onwards. The doors were sealed; there was no escape. The candle gazed blankly as her tormentors perished.

Because of them, she had become the very thing they feared she was.

She held onto this thought as her world crumbled around her, beautiful and terrible. She felt it all at once, and crumpled to the floor in unbearable anguish. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. Soon, she would turn to ash, just like her first and last allies on that fateful day, and none of it would matter. She would finally be free.

What a pity, that candle.

[bitchfitch]

i said this too squid the other day and idk if it's just the exhaustion talking but, i genuinely can't come up with anything better for 'why is Gier like that?'

An old god was trying to move in and take over his body, he wasn't down for that and went to the hill because he didn't think there was anyway it could hurt him that would be worst than becoming a cocoon for one of those things.

And Arlo said "bet?" and made it so nothing, not even the gods, could remember Gier. Which like. Did save him. It did work. Gier is still wholly it's own person now, even if it kept a lot of the old god's power without any of the ability to control or use it. Which is why it rots everything it touches and is effectively immortal.

Years and years later, as part of his domestication Conall starts making Arlo do good deeds with his magic as a chore before they would go done fun things. Like taking treats to the dog park and asking people if he could pet their dogs.

Arlo is a petulant little goat though and his 'good deeds' still came with a caveat.

Like giving Gier a companion who would know it's there and love it was something nice to do for it while still keeping the chances of the old god finding it again to basically 0. But meeting him would involve Gier getting hit by Maalik's car.