#i just cant draw without it. i draw on a screen so you know

[vyibunni]

xiaos demo is still one of my favorites

[agi-ppangx]

a face to remember (hwang hyunjin x gn!reader)

no warnings tbh, just fluff; 0.5k works, not proofread

author's note: um, hi ?? do you guys remember me ??🥸 this is the first thing ive written in the past few weeks so pls be nice, i know its not the best, but writer's block sucks so when i finally managed to put words into sentences im gonna post it and you cant stop me🙂‍↕️

“we finally got to talk to that old lady i told you about yesterday,” you said, pouring yourself some tea into the mug. you peeked at the screen and hyunjin smiled faintly at you, encouraging you to continue.

he was sitting at his desk, his phone leaning against the stack of books he kept there so that you could see him well. dim light in his room made him look so cosy, almost domestic, and it made your heart swell with love. “turns out she used to be a history teacher, so she told us about all of those cool stuff, like this one time-” you glanced at your phone screen again and noticed that hyunjin wasn’t looking at you anymore. he was holding a pencil, but you couldn’t see what he was doing. “hello? are you listening to me?” you pouted, but he only hummed, too immersed in whatever he was doing at that moment. “hey, if you don’t wanna talk i can just hang up,” you mumbled, hurt that your boyfriend wasn’t paying attention to you.

being away from your partner was hard – you missed hyunjin’s soft touch as he hugged you and played with your hair every night before you fell asleep and you missed making breakfast for him and kissing him goodbye when he went to work. your trip was only temporary, but it didn’t make things easier. those video calls were the only way for the two of you to not lose your minds completely, so seeing hyunjin busying himself with something as you talked about your day broke your heart. were you really that boring? 

“what? baby, no, don’t hang up,” hyunjin snapped his head up at your words. 

“then listen to me!” 

“i am listening to you, love.” 

“then what are you doing, huh?” you pointed at the bottom of the screen, right at the pencil in his hand. 

“i’m drawing you!” he responded with a mix of amusement and disbelief in his voice, picking up his sketchbook to show you the halfway done drawing. you recognized your face on the paper, letting about a little oh and blushing like crazy.

“why are you drawing me?” you mumbled in confusion as your whole face and neck turned cherry red. hyunjin giggled at your dumbfounded expression, putting the sketchbook down.

“i always draw you as we talk through the phone, you just never noticed. it helps me deal with the distance,” he confessed, letting out a loud sigh. “i miss you, y’know? so every time we talk i want to remember your face and that’s why i draw you.” you snorted at his words, your laugh echoing through the kitchen. 

“god, you’re so dramatic. i’ve been gone for two weeks and you’re acting as if you haven’t seen me in years.” 

hyunjin shrugged his shoulders with a small smirk. “feels like years to me. but i mean it when i say i miss you. my bed feels empty without you in it.” 

you felt a pain in your chest at his words. “i know, baby, i miss you too. but i’ll be home soon and you won’t have to draw me anymore.” 

“i’ll do it anyway. i love you too much not to draw you," he beamed, making sure to capture the spark in your eyes on his drawing.

taglist ! @astraystayyh @laylasbunbunny @l3visbby @like-a-diamondinthesky @hanjsquokka @xichien @xocandyy @minhosbitterriver

[mbat]

dude i was so mad for a second cause i thought this person was stealing my art but they just. reupload peoples art with credit for some reason. also ignore my reddit i barely go there cause reddit sucks ahfjajf

have i even uploaded this picture here? i thought i did but tumblr on the phone has a horrible search (after checking on computer, apparently i didnt?? for some reason?? which is insane to me)

also i think its funny they tagged it 'hunter' when i dont even think hunters can use axes, this is my warrior character lol, that axe is loosely based on one she actually uses in game

proof the drawings mine btw

also this drawing is on my art carrd, my artfight, and is my discord icon 💀 im still really proud of it honestly

edit from later: i also drew her before i found this post here ->

alongside my goblin hunter lol

My Draenei OC, Koralei, Drawn By Me Source: https://ift.tt/mGYQfky New news website for furry fans: http://awoonews.com

[omega-e123]

Shadow’s prequel here. Aftermath here

You’ve been actively avoiding him for weeks on end. Not because he’s done anything wrong, no! Lately it felt as though his voice has gotten a lot softer. The physical distance between you has gotten closer and his eyes gaze at you differently. A sort new kind of fondness, you imagine. Chaos, his eyes… The image of Shadow flashes in your mind, causing your heart to beat faster than Sonic on his way to his favorite Chilidog stand.

The friendship that you and Shadow have built over the past few years is too precious for you to mess up over some silly “crush.” Is it still considered a crush if you’ve liked the guy for a long time? Ugh, it doesn’t matter. No way that hedgehog would develop those sort of feelings.

Groaning, your head falls atop the cafe table. The empty cup clattering against its saucer. Well whether or not you would admit to him, the distance you forced between each other has strained the relationship. Absentmindedly, the coffee spoon clanks against the cups insides.

A tap on your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, nearly flinging the spoon into the street. Spinning around, a certain hedgehog stands awkwardly holding a bouquet of flowers. In a panic, you hurry out of your seat to stand face to face.

“Shadow! Hey, fancy seeing you here!,” you nervously greet. “Is everything alright? What are the flowers for?”

Fuckshitfuck— No where to run, no where to hide. Actually, what are the chances he’d just let you book it to the next dimension?

His intense stare is more than enough to send anyone straight to the floor cowering. Shadow looks down at the bouquet and then back to you before shoving them into your arms. “They’re for you.”

With a blank face, you say nothing and hold his gaze. Heat growing on your cheeks. You cant help but tilt your head and quietly repeat back, “for me?”

“That is what I said,” Shadow sighs, “Listen. I don’t know what I did to make you upset, but if you could just talk to me… It’s unsettling”

Your ears droop, hearing the reason. Ah, of course they wouldn’t be a romantic gesture. What were you thinking, getting your hopes up like that? Apology flowers. Eye contact breaks as your attention finds its way to the ground.

“No, you didn’t do anything. It’s okay, but thank you,” you manage out.

The hedgehog refuses to let you go without an answer. Worry laced in his words, “Then what’s with that look? Why do you look… disappointed? What’s wrong? Why the hell have you been ignoring my messages and avoiding me?”

Lips pressed into a thin line, you debate on how to answer him. It’s a struggle to breathe. “I’m not,” you begin to lie.

Shadow cuts you off with, “Please.”

It felt as if your brain blue-screened. Did the ultimate life form beg you just now?

“Look at me,” he asks, one hand holding your arm, the other resting under your chin. Slowly he lifts it up in order to get a better look at you. The touch so gentle, it was as though Shadow was convinced you’d break into a million pieces.

Ruby red eyes scan your features, searching for an answer. You notice his ears are slightly drooped forward. The poor guy looks like a kicked puppy.. Were you two always standing this close together? You try to find the words to say to him; however, you keep drawing blanks. It’s hard to believe someone like Shadow would be so worried over you. That’s how anyone could tell his actions are genuine. Something pulls you to lean up on your tippy toes and carefully inch towards him. Shadow tenses wondering what on Gaia’s green planet are you doing. Supple lips meld into the other. Your eyes close after the initial contact. A simple chaste kiss planted upon Shadow’s. He makes no effort to pull away, instead he’s relishing the moment.

Until you part from him, you both realize what had happened. His quills prickle up. Letting go of you, his hand comes up to hide the blush immediately creeping on his face . Shadow teleports away, leaving you dumbfounded.

«___° ° °___»

[aciddrattboyy]

cop car

during a run for your life you bump into a man you dont really know, but you seem to peak his interest and he cant help but find more out about you

choso x f! reader ☆ wc: 2k cw: mentions of possible violence, a singular knife existing a/n: this will definitely have multiple parts i have ideas brewing in my teeny tiny cauldron

pt: 01 || ...

☆

you were made fun for running. it was the one thing you could always rely on. you could run. 

and running you did, swerving down alleys as the crisp night air and rain clawed at your face. the sound of your boots splashing into murky puddles almost drowned out the voices of the angry men chasing after you. you felt yourself begin to smile, not because anything about this situation was fun. but because everything about this situation was utterly stupid. you didnt have much time to laugh at the stupidity though, as the voices of angry men started to get louder and closer.

you took a turn out onto a fairly dark street, only a couple bars and lighting the street with neon signs. you never broke your sprint, praying there were no bored cops just waiting for something to do. looking over your shoulder, you let out a soft huff of amusement when you saw an out of breath man trip and fall over a trash bag. just as you were starting to relax a bit you were met with what felt like a brick. sputtering, you tripped over your own feet as you tried to keep yourself from falling. fortunately for you, before you could fall flat on your ass, a hand grabs at the sleeve of your windbreaker.

“woah- are you okay?” you took a second to register the fact that you did not run into a wall but instead ran into a tall, strongly built man, with eye bags that seemed to be more pronounced in the iridescent light of the bar you were now standing outside of. “hey wait do i know -,” you werent paying attention to the man anymore to really hear his question, instead looking back over your shoulder, only to see that the men were drawing closer. 

“ ‘m sorry,” you apologized quickly, bowing your head slightly before breaking back into a run. leaving the man to watch you sprint off with a gang of men following shortly behind. even though he wasnt entirely sure what was going on, he was able to tell that those guys definitely werent your friends. without another thought, he broke off into a run after you. it was late after all, and nothing good could come if you were to be caught. 

you started to feel that familiar ache in your legs that you got when you over exerted yourself. but you couldnt stop yet, not when those very angry men were still so close behind. you couldnt take the risk of looking back again after your little fumble. but if you were to look, youd see that the man you ran into earlier was now gaining on the men. he was getting tired, his legs starting to ache and his breath growing ragged as he followed you down at least two blocks. 

“hey stop !” he called out, and while the group of men stopped in fear it was an officer, you weren’t willing to take that risk. cutting another corner into an alley you ran down it and out into another open street before you chanced a look behind you. 

the men were gone and for a sinking filled your gut as you recalled the shout earlier. maybe it really was the police. but you weren’t really in the move to go and find out. so instead you carry down the street, instantly recognizing it when you free from running for your life. you knew how to get home from here which was a comforting thought. you were finally able to check your phone. tapping on the screen through the raindrops, you saw that the time was 2:41am and you prayed that there weren’t too many weirdos out prowling the dark streets. 

growing a little uncomfortable in the darkness, you pulled your hood over your hair and started your walk home. sliping a hand into your pocket, you fidgeted with your pocket knife praying you wouldnt have to use it. but when you picked up on someones heavy footsteps through the rain your gripped tightened around it as you whipped around. 

there was the man you bumped into earlier, hunched over with his hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath once he finally saw you. your brows furrowed, releasing your vice-like grip on your knife. with a short groan, you walked over to him, watching as he straightened up. the dim lightening of the barely working streetlights only enhanced his built form as his now soaked shirt stuck to his skin. 

“whatre you doing here?” you asked as politely as you could. you were tired and quite frankly didnt want to deal with a stalker right now. 

“making sure you werent dead in some ditch,” he brushed some of his damp hair out of his face, bringing a hand out above his eyes to keep the rain from getting in them. you couldnt help the twich of a smile that tugged at the corners of yours lips. before you could thank him for the sentiment, he spoke up again. “you really do look familiar but i can’t place where ive seen you before,”

“probably because we’ve never seen each other,” you watched as he flashed you a smile, a small chuckle leaving his mouth. 

“that could be it yeah… do you maybe go to the college nearby?” you froze for a second, weighing your options here. you could lie, say no and hopefully go on your merry way. but now that you were really looking at him again you also couldnt deny the sense of familiarity. 

“do you?” you asked instead, hoping youd be able to tell if he was lying. 

“oh- uh yeah- i do,” he seemed genuine enough, so you gave him a small smile of your own as you nodded. 

“then yeah i do- and while i do appreciate you tracking me down to make sure im not dead id really like to get home. im sure you probably saw those guys get taken in and knowing those bastards theyll send the police this way,” you watched as the man shook his head, his smile only growing brighter. 

“there wasnt any police, that was me,” you cocked your eyebrow. alternating your weight on either foot as you looked him up and down. he looked strong that was sure but he didnt look like the type of guy to take three equally large men.

“and howd you manage to do that?” the man shrugged his shoulders, his grin changing from genuine to playful. 

“i have my ways- im choso by the way.”

“choso,” you repeated, nodding your head once more. “well thank you, i appreciate it,” with one final tight smile, you began to turn back around towards the direction of your beat down apartment. 

“can i at least walk you home?” you stopped in your tracks, shoulders tensing at the words. choso seemed to notice this, quickly adding on any reassurance he could. “i wont walk you the whole way if youd like, i just wanna make sure you get home safely,” you contemplated it. it would be nice to have someone else watching your back, especially now when your whole body has begun to ache, and like he said, you dont have to have him walk you the whole way. 

looking back at him, you give him a soft smile and nod your head, “yeah sure… thanks,” without another word, you begin your walk, listening as choso walked into step with you in a matter of seconds. the walk was silent, almost as if choso wasnt there. that is until he made it known that he was.

“so… what was that whole chase all about- if you dont mind me asking,” you scoffed at the pleasantries, keeping your eyes forward and just placing one foot in front of the other.

“nothing really, whole thing was stupid,” you muttered, getting a little mad as you recounted the shoddy deal that was supposed to help you get tuition money. choso noticed your frustration and decided to talk about lighter matters, seeming to not even consider that being quiet was an option. 

“well i saw how you run, are you in track?” this time you just shake your head, knowing he would see because you could feel his eyes bore into your side profile. “oh well, thats a shame. youre pretty good.” you couldnt help the smile that spread on your face, turning to look at choso. 

“thanks,”

it seems that walking home and conversating with a stranger along with your escape from beefy evil men had made you too tired to realize you were already at your apartment. you noticed when you could smell the familiar scent of one of your neighbor’s incense mixing with the smell of rain. biting your lip, you tried to decide to just say this is your place and head inside or say you were close to your apartment and just hope he kept going farther up the street. 

but you were very tired by this point, and honestly didnt care to take any safety measures you usually would. stoping abruptly, you turned to face choso. 

“well this is my stop, thank you again for saving me,” you smiled even though your mind wasnt all in it. you could feel your eyelids getting heavier with your bed being not even 50 feet away. choso nodded, smiling at you. he seemed to smile a lot and you wouldnt lie, you thought it was a bit weird at first. 

“no problem,” with a final nod, he waved goodbye and started heading back the way you came. 

“wait,” you blurted out before you even had time to think about it. “you dont even have a jacket, you’ll get sick if you stay out here any longer,” you both stood in silence for a moment. fully knowing that you were inviting him in but neither of you knowing how to go forward. “you can stay here the night- if you want of course. although it is kinda mess-”

“sounds great,” he interrupted and for the first time after confirming your not death his smile was more nervous than anything. you looked at him for another moment before pivoting towards your door and fumbling with your keys. once inside, you held the door open for him, mumbling an apology about the mess. 

closing the door, you flipped the light switch, basking your small living room in yellow light. choso stood awkwardly in the entranceway, watching as walked into your kitchen and tossed your jacket over a chair. 

“so,” you said before turning to pour yourself a glass of water. “what were you doing out so late,” choso laughed, still standing idly by the door, not entire sure what to do.

“will you tell me why you were out so late?”

“good point. i’ll drop the question,” you smiled back at him before taking a sip of your water. you waved your hand, telling him he could come in and not just stand there. “well i guess you could uh sleep on the couch,” you sounded uneasy, never been put in this situation before. choso nodded, his cheeks slightly red as he looked everywhere but at you. “ill be right back,” you walked down your hallway, opening your closet and grabbing a couple blankets and a towel. you paused for a moment, asking yourself what in the world were you doing. but hearing him move around brought you out of your thoughts. “here,” you handed him the blankets, smiling in response to his thanks. “you can use this to dry off,” 

“thank you…,” he trailed off, waiting for you to hopefully give him your name.

“oh uh y/n,”

he nodded, his smile growing brighter, “thank you y/n,” you felt your face grow hot and almost instantly turned away. 

“no problem. goodnight,” without waiting for a response you stiffly walked to your room, wondering if you would even be able to sleep with a stranger in your home. 

choso watched you walk off, laughing lowly as he mumbled his own goodnight to no one now that you were down the hallway. he sat down on the couch, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. he contemplated on messaging yuji or any of his friends really just to let them know where he was. but he was finally feeling the events of the night take a toll on his body and decided he would just talk to them tomorrow. 

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

[cowboy-robooty]

Regarding like Itager like in your mind what kind of dates do they go on

Like are they the kind of couple to go on like extravegant ass dates to like fancy restraunts and stuff or do they just like sit around in their house and like watch random movies

BOTH! I think because of germanys inexperience in his brain a date is only a date if its like "Take to dinner. Watch Movie. Wear something nice. Escort Home and if youre a slut get a kiss on the cheek." yknow the textbook definition, and because of that maybe once a month or something he will plan a date like that and be like Italy. Lets Go..... on a Date. and ofc italy is like hell yes bro me when i dont have to plan and hell pay for my meal n ticket 😍😍 I think even sometimes he borrows Japans shoujo manga (since he canonically in draws in a manga-like artstyle.. thats crazy) and studies it with sticky notes and shit to get ideas for new dates. so i think if you asked them theyd say thats what their dates are, but really theyre having casual dates like every fuckin day. Because theyre also best bros and Italy will shoot himself in the head if germany cant attend daily movie night with him (never forget when germany hung out with greece for four hours and italy went *cries* YOUVE BEEN SPENDING ALL YOUR TIME WITH GREECE LATELY....) They go on adventures together all the time like Harold and Kumars quest for white castle and i think something like that can be considered a date, since a date is just doing shit together yes? If anything I think they get equally romantic together on a fancy date and daily best bro adventures, bc on a fancy date its not like germany suddenly gets all gay, hes still normal its more like theyre just hanging out doing fancier things because germany doesnt really know how act romantic (besides being classic germany flustered... actually i think the only difference in their pda together is that as bros germany is like whatever. ill hug you its a bro thing. but when hes on a date hes like PDA IS COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE. PLEASE WAIT UNTIL WE ARE IN A PRIVATE AREA. >///< and italy goes PLEASEE PLEASEEE GERMANY KISS KISS KISS IT ISNT A DATE WITHOUT A KISS PLEASEEEE and germany goes eugh.... fine. *blushes* and does it because germany will do anything for italy if he asks twice) and italy doesnt really change his behavior either cuz if anything he already constantly acts like a clingy affectionate amoeba so its actually all the same...? The only difference i suppose is that ironically at the end of the date they usually part ways because in germanys head thats what a gentleman doss after escorting someone home and italy is like whatever lol bc either way that night he breaks into germanys house, crawls into his bed naked + uninvited, and well.... *looks around* did anybody else see that? And when theyre at home chilling the only difference is that Italy already has step one done (infiltrating germanys home) so... it always ends the same practically everyday! What a wonderful date!

*NOTE: i do think that Italy has learned that he can only try macking out on Germany inbetween episodes/movies because bro locks in hard and will go BITCH GET OFF ME IM INVESTED RN if he tried mid show. And even when germany says fine ok after Italy asks twice hell be distracted bc he was so locked in so Italy has learned its better to just wait until his brain is released from the screen. In general thats how Germany is if hes doing a task so thats why one time they got hospitalized for 2 weeks because Italy tried to give road head while also being the driver! A man has to do what a man has to do

[kaeyachi]

i know i said im on hiatus but i speedran thru the 4.7 dain quest coz i had a feeling the alberich clan is involved again and here are my speedrun thoughts:

NON SPOILER THOUGHTS:

- short (as always) but very sweet

- lore drop was insane

- i have been crying for the past 15 mins send help

SPOILER THOUGHTS:

caribert?! WITH 1 EARING LIKE KAEYA?! (ayo why does his npc ass look hot af)

also the hair swoop is also very kaeya

other comments:

- dain has an older bro too? damn. if we had a nickel (how many nickels do we have now?!)

- me about caribert: "huh? who tf is this? he sounds like how kaeya would talk..." *screen pans to his face* "...NO FCKING WAY-" *screen pans to scarf on wrist* "NO WAY NO WAAAAAAAY-"

- maybe i want someone to draw caribert babysitting baby kae. JUST SAYING. (gave him a piercing too w/o permission from parents)

- caribert angst. we been knew. Khaenri'ahns never catching a break fr

- CARIBERT WAS 8 WHEN HE TURNED INTO A HILICHURL?! DAAAAMN YOOOUUU HEAVENLY PRINCIPLEEEEEES *fists shaking*

- caribert baby u deserve better *i pull off an abyss twin post caribert aq*

- saw our twin and started sobbing ���️

- pain...

- more pain...

- traveler and abyss twin in hsr? no?

- *glass crack frame scenes* ... traveler eidolons? close enough. WELCOME HOME PLANET TRAVELING TWINSIES

- atossa gurl calm down, your bf died so he kinda had no choice but to leave lmao

- speaking of leaving without saying proper goodbyes... DAIN. YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS

- this was so short. howd they manage to make something so short? not complaining much tho coz im speedrunning rn

edit: I HAVE THEORIES. PLS WAIT FOR ME BESTIES 😭

[haveihitanerve]

It was purely unintentional. Steve hadn't planned to let it slip. But it had. He’d never thought hed have to deal with the repercussions, or that anyone would even remember. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” 

Steve blinked in surprise as the entire third floor of the Avengers Tower illuminated all of his friends. A massive, three tier cake stood proudly on the pool table and streamers and balloons covered the ceiling. “W-what?? Wow you guys.” Steve laughed, forcing a smile on his face. “This is- incredible! How’d you know it was my birthday?” Steve asked. Nat gave him a look. “Stevie, you have your own Wikipedia page. Its not that hard.” Steve laughed, giving her a hug. “Wow. You guys this is incredible.” “Happy Birthday Capsicle.” Tony greeted. “Tony.” Steve wrapped his friend in a hug. “Is this your doing?” Maybe his own panic was getting to him, but Steve almost swore his friends smile was a little forced itself. “Not entirely. Clint and Scott came up with the plan. I just helped see it through.” Steve let his arm drape across the billionaires shoulders. “Well thank you.” Tony nodded. “Of course. Cant let our resident old man miss another birthday.” Steve laughed and Tony smiled, a real smile, punching him lightly in the gut before excusing himself to grab them some drinks. “Happy birthday man.” Sam clapped him on the back and Steve grinned, hugging him back. “Thanks man.” “Helluva party too.” Steve laughed. “Yeah. Consequences of having a billionaire best friend.” “I think you mean benefits.” Tony corrected, appearing with drinks in hand. “Oh yeah of course.” Steve hurried to add, sending a wink at Sam. The other man chuckled, disappearing in the fray as Tony led Steve to the cake. “You really didn't have to do this Tony.” Tony ignored him, taking a sip of his drink. “You deserve to be celebrated Steve.” Was all he answered. “Now go on and cut the cake so we can eat.” Steve laughed. “Yeah, alright.” He reached for the knife just as Tony grabbed his arm. “Other old man alert.” He muttered, setting his drink aside. “Intercept him.” He growled before moving away and tripping on the glass table, drawing the attention of almost every guest. Steve hurried to Bucky. “Whats this?” Bucky asked in amusement, looking around at all the decorations. “Its uh, my birthday party?” Steve offered hesitantly. Bucky stared at him. “Steve Rogers you better not tell me they really believe your birthday is July fourth.” Steve smiled sheepishly. “Maybe?” Bucky burst out laughing. “Wow Steve. Wow.” “Don't tell them.” Steve begged. “Please please please don't tell them.” Bucky smirked. “Afraid they'll be mad?” He teased. “Afraid they'll publicly roast me.” Steve muttered back. Bucky almost lost a lung he was laughing so hard. “Easy on the oxygen waste.” Sam greeted, walking over and slapping the super soldiers on the backs. “Stevie go cut the cake.” “Yeah stevie.” Bucky wheezed. “Go celebrate your birthday Captain America.” 

Steve had hoped that was the last of it. He could survive acting like it was his birthday on the 4th every year. So long as noone discovered his birthday was actually in December. Especially not Tony. He would never live it down. But, as fate would have it, his other best friend was none other than Bucky Barnes, and of course he couldn't just celebrate Steve’s birthday on the fourth like everybody else. “Happy Birthday Steve-” Bucky greeted far too cheerfully, handing him an insanely bedazzled and over the top and completely unnecessary card. Steve reached out a hand to accept it when he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He glanced around frantically bit there were no hiding places. The smug smile on Bucky's face revealed he knew as much. Without a moments hesitation Steve ducked low and tackled his friend through the window. 

(Bruce Banner looked up. “Uh Tony? Did you hear that noise?” Tony tapped on a screen a few steps away. “Oh yeah. Steve just tackled Barnes out a window because today is his actual birthday.” Bruce looked at him in surprise. “Really? Huh. We had no idea.” Tony nodded tiredly. “Wait,” The doctor frowned at Tony. “How do you know that?” Tony didn't answer, though his tapping grew a tad bit more aggressive. “Tones?” Tony’s fingers stilled and he sighed. “Because my father celebrated it more than mine.”)

[moleculegirls]

uhm. little sorta setomu drabble? uhm its like 1000 words so pretty small? i think?. yeah idk what to call this but here idk. inspired by @femmedeadlox's little setomu drabble because that was literally so cute and i loved it

Through the sound of blood pumping in his ears, he could barely hear the now muffled sounds of mobs. He near collapsed to the floor, scrambling to the furthest wall from the monsters as he fumbled with his pickaxe. Clutching at the wood hard enough that he'd likely have to draw splinters from his hands later.

Each breath came out like a hiss, muscles twitching and firing at random as he attempted to clear his head. Slowly drawing in breath after breath, each one slower than the last. He wasn't fighting anymore, he was safe. A fickle sense of awareness crawled through his body, feeling every small movement he took as if still checking for any new hits landed on him. Deep breath in, then out. Shoulders retreating down, goosebumps flattening, and magic slowly loosening its hold on his surroundings and focussing in on keeping the barrier between him and the monsters just beyond it.

He gives himself a quick check over for wounds, cave spiders can be venomous, even without a bite. A simple scratch can tick away at your health, even if the spider happens to be the average sort. Seto himself has had a long run of helping through ailments caused by small doses of toxin or bacteria, enough to recognize the poisonous substance by scent alone.

He runs a nervous hand down his forearm, landing at a bracelet-like obstacle. He paused. Jason had given him this quite a while ago, something akin to a breakthrough in communication that came adjusted with a little built in responding system in its creators wake. Jason was sure to be asleep by now, likely along with everyone else.

He felt around the device, examining in the near complete darkness of the barrier until he found a small circular button. The screen lit up a dark buffering blue colour.

"Ah," He blinks, eyes adjusting to the influx of light. the screen blinks back up at him, still calibrating.

"Good," a heavy sigh of relief rattles from inside his chest, nervous hand thrumming through his hair. It works. "Good."

"Hello!" the little figure inside greets him, "Oh, it's you!"

Seto murmurs in agreement, voice halting as a scuttling sound passes above him. His eyes trail where he assumes it to be. 'It' likely being a larger cave spider. His heart still thrums away in his chest as he listens for scuttle of its claws to trail farther and farther away from him. The whole area still felt off kilter with the knowledge of various mobs just beyond the barriers he'd set, even feeling occasional brushes of spider legs against it making him shiver intermittently.

"Where are we today? It's a little late." The autoresponders chipper ding as his text appears onscreen distracts him.

"Underground." He barely percieved the unusual hushed tone of his own voice. The time had passed him by, the adrenaline of getting nearly killed must've kept sleep far from his foremost thoughts

"And you're in need of a little conversation I assume?"

Seto nods, before correcting himself, the autoresponder cant see him.

"And a light." he adds.

The statement was false, of course. Seto could summon his magic at any time to make a light.

The AI easily adapted to his hushed tone and short responses airing out his distress simply by giving him company despite not knowing what situation he was in or where he was at. He wasn't even sure it knew who he was. 'Minimu' (as Jason had dubbed it) aparently couldn't do anything too complex, just basic intake- Jason had told him all about it while he handed over the small device before leaving to hand out the next to jerome and mitch. He appreciates the little device's presence immensely, he'd have to be sure to sing its praises to Jason as soon as he was able to.

The cold of the cobblestone against his back makes his hair stand on end, he's sure his cloak would be drenched without the spells he made the night before. They're probably wearing and fizzling out by now..

Each sound made outside his little hovel still has his heart trembling.

"Where are you right now?" The ping of the responder's message cuts through his thoughts

"Ah," He looks towards his coordinates, watching the numbers flicker by before his eyes lock onto them. The knot in his stomach loosened a little as he considers them, "Only a couple hundred blocks from spawn."

"And how close to your place?"

"Pretty far, but decently close to Brice's." His doors were always open, at least to Seto.

"Great!"

Seto doesn't respond. Moments pass like minutes, he leans his head back and closes his eyes, counting the seconds like a clock. Day would be approaching soon. Could he stay awake long enough to just wait it out? He would likely get attacked by phantoms the moment he hit the surface too, so it might be now or never. He swore under his breath.

The screen flashed, shocking him out of his head. The screen looked back at him, "What is it?"

Caught off guard, he replies "Huh?"

"You seem upset, what's up?"

"Oh, uhm..." He pauses "I'm waiting to muster the strength to find my way out of here. I didn't want to do it alone." The last part comes out quiet. He looks up and away from the screen, eyes catching on each crack in the stone.

"I screwed up this time."

The AI pauses, screen going blank as it intakes his words, each one spelling itself out on the screen like a reflection without ever seeing his face. Talking to the AI is surprisingly refreshing. It's comforting being judged only on his words, not having to coax his expressions or body language out of his natural distrustful manner. He'd bet that Jason accounted for his lack of technological skill while making the auto responding system. The thought made him smile internally. He'd have to ask later about how it works.

"My apologies." Seto looks back to see the words flashing out on its screen, "If I was more able, i'd try to help."

Seto blinks, surprised once again. He didn't know an AI could feel inadequate.

He shakes his head, breathing out a smile. "No,"

"You're just what i needed."

[sixtysixproblems]

(kicks down door) hey. hey guys. keeli & ponds have the same rusty colored armor, in i think the exact same shade. keeli was a captain and not a commander, so logically it's possible he served under one. so keeli was one of ponds's captains and i will die on this hill. considering how talented he seemed to be in the little screen time he had (and considering he was trusted highly enough to serve directly with a jedi), he could have been Ponds's second-in-command even. ya'll. ya'll what the FUCK am i supposed to do with this at 12 fucking am.

have some semi-organized/semi-incoherent thoughts:

this battalion seems to have really shitty luck with Clone COs getting fucking twc is a tragedy'd because YEOWCH. like can you imagine, your captain and all the clones with him die in a self-sacrifice last stand, and then your commander + command crew of a cruiser dies to bounty hunters. like i bet it's not THAT uncommon, and the 501st had a lot of plot armor in a way, but still?? that relatively early on in the war both times too?????? and can you imagine being Mace (and possibly Neyo) and having to navigate that morale disaster on top of your own probably messy feelings on both situations? like yikes oh my god.

well now i'm drawing parallels between their deaths, gee thanks. and now im wondering that after keeli died in that way, that was a big part of why Ponds chose to go down with the ship? like, from what we gathered of him, it seemed to be in character regardless...but if Keeli and a bunch of other men had died under his command, i bet it didn't even feel like an option to abandon the command crew/admiral-- even if it seemed implied (or at least in my interpretation) that ponds wasn't obligated or even expected to stay on the cruiser.

both deaths are written to make the audience feel shitty despite not really knowing these characters, but for different reasons. keeli's feels very "classic tragedy" aka it sort of echoes some greek/roman myths and tragedies for me. like it's very honorable, brave, and it's a heroic sacrifice, and because twc is twc it's a brutal fight pretty damn clear (to my recollection at least) no one got out of that fight alive. you root for the characters because they're pretty fucking likable instantly because of what they're willing to do to protect the twi'leks, even if you can tell they're doomed from the start or you're on a rewatch. you know why it has to happen, you just cant help but hope it won't. filoni seems to like this trick a lot cough cough fives

Ponds's death by contrast, was intended to feel pointless, and that's where the sense of tragedy/audience's sadness comes from at least in part. keeli's death was sad because even if these characters could have lived, they were too good to take that road and instead picked the greater good, and it was just...fucking sad, man (its 12 dont come here for good analysis). By contrast, despite ponds having a pretty impressive handle on the situation actually (he seems to get under Sing's skin a little, and it's my opinion/headcanon that the CT number he gave was a lie), it's not like he's actually in control of the situation/has any agency at all. It's cruel and it's unfair and feels pointless, especially considering he survived the ship crash and survived the bounty hunter's attack on the survivors-- and especially contrasted with most other named character TWC deaths, which are almost always in battle/a heroic sacrifice/etc.

so yeah, moral of the story, while the deaths have some parallels to me, they're also very different. filoni used different writing tricks to make me you cry over another barely mentioned copy paste man. again.

very unhappy considering the HCs of Rex both being close to Keeli (often as batchmates), and being stolen adopted by Cody & CC batch. i'm also very unhappy about all of this in general.

one thing that's interesting, is that clearly keeli's death can be pulled off without any previous screentime (sobs). but i dont think ponds's death would have worked as well if it wasn't for his (albiet brief) screentime in the ryloth arc. like, in hindsight, oh boy-- there is no reason (I can parse out, at least) to give precious screentime Mace Windu's random clone commander primarily to make him more likable-- via a good report with Windu, and wanting to pass on rations to the civilian/sad about ensuing warcrimes-- if you weren't, oh i dont know, trying to get the audience a little attached or at least remember his name for when you fucking kill him. like yeah, those scenes served dual purpose, but the other plot-y goals (like "here's the horror of fucking war again in our pg7 show") could have been pulled off other ways with characters that get more focus/the audience already knows (Cham, who would have a more emotional reaction, and Mace, who the audience already has a rapport with). maybe im thinking too far into this, but Perhaps Not.

my "first" (probably not, but first watch since i was ten) of That Scene involved "oh fuck that isn't the nice commander from ryloth right" (checks wookipedia) "fuuuuuuuuuck--", so. it still would have been sad, but it's a lot more sad if you remember (even vaguely) who he is and have your (anakin sad boy voice) "that was ponds" moment.

yeah idk how to end this. suffer as i have, i guess?

[brisquad-unit-4402]

IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!

ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad

i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob

i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE

real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his

the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.

ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.

and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—

ah, who is he kidding.

in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.

not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.

the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.

ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.

still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!

he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.

the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...

...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!

he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.

he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[poke-of-the-month]

//im gonna be honest i know you said you wouldnt reblog propaganda other than whats put in the form because its "unfair" but tbh? thats wrong. it makes things MORE fair. polls like this are popularity contests. got more followers, especially more active ones + some popular mutuals? congrats! you win! harley ONLY won her poll because it broke containment. genuinely. look through the notes theres non pkmn irl blogs voting for her. deckard swept without that, sorry! another thing that did help though was the memes and drawings and jokes and interactions that harley's owner, deckards owner, and another person were having. harley is an unpopular pokemon run by a less popular blog. she lost without silly memes and drawings and breaking containment, presumably to mutuals of her owner wanting to support their mutuals rp blog. deckards voters DIDNT seem to break containment *and he lost by under 5 votes*

//that propaganda makes more people see the pokemon they dont know. if i dont know both blogs in a poll im just going to pick one at random but if both are drawing images and theyre being reblogged on this blog? well whoevers drawn their pokemon silliest is getting my vote. i only know one? well if the other has some silly propaganda like memes and drawings i might vote them instead!

//no one interacts with eachother on these polls except for small amounts of rbs saying vote this or that but even then on most polls it was one or two rbs. pickle v mightyena and harley v deckard look like the ONLY exceptions. no one is interacting with your polls which is sad! it should be a place for people to be having silly ic arguments about their pokemon and interacting with eachother and coming together!! they cant do that if no ones being encouraged or having their propaganda reblogged! theres no incentive! thats what kills poll blogs like this if theres no reason to be silly or interact with this blog its gonna just feel like an obligation or turn into something no one joins because its just like whoop! the popular blog won by default again! no fun shit happening at all. with propaganda being rbed even if the popular blog wins you still had a good time you still got to make silly art and see silly arguments.

//THE ONLY REAL ENGAGEMENT OUTSIDE OF RBING OF THE POLLS ITSELF YOU HAVE GOTTEN THIS ENTIRE POLL WAS FROM HARLEYS OWNER, PICKLES OWNER, AND DECKARDS OWNER!! THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES I SAW ACTUALLY POSTING ABOUT IT (excluding the few people posting images of their pokemon with the ribbons AFTER THEIR POLLS)

//rbing propaganda (and thus encouraging it) makes things more fair by getting the less popular pokemon and blogs out there, it encourages people to engage with this blog by drawing images making power points writing essays and making memes, and it keeps this blog relevant fun and fresh for so much longer. i have never followed a poll blog SOLEY for the poll itself. ive followed for peoples propaganda and commentary on the polls. hell, propaganda for WHAT THE NEXT POLL SHOULD BE WOULD BE SO FUN TOO!! imagine people sending entire asks trying to convince people to vote for the next poll to be for the fire type or for it to be for bidoof only!!

//i genuinely do not know why it would be "unfair" because some peoples art skill isnt as good? thats on the viewers for judging based on art skill rather than the apparent effort put in or how silly it is or just the fact that the blog runner put in effort to draw their pokemon for the poll. also people might draw their mutuals pokemon as propaganda as well! !!! both pickles owner and someone else who doesnt have a pokemon in the poll draw harley + someone on the pickle vs mightyena poll have been saying they might draw pickle. i also mentioned earlier propaganda that isnt drawn art. making stupid memes like the do it for her memes that both harley's owner and deckards owner made, the drawing of a super smash bros vs screen that harleys owner made with harley and deckard, and thats just scratching the surface of what people did, and a lot of propaganda with other poll blogs tends to be power point presentations with the slides all posted telling people why they should vote their guy and not the other! those dont require artistic skill all the time! you can just use official art or even a meme that doesnt require an image of the pokemon. and then this propaganda can encourage MORE PROPAGANDA AND MORE INTERACTION AND SILLY JOKE ARGUMENTS IN THE NOTES!!!!!!!!! is it "unfair" because some people wont make propaganda? well then thats not unfair. they COULD make a power point or make a silly joke post or just talk about their pokemon more but if they choose not to then its not unfair they just didnt take the opportunity that their opponent took.

//you're reasoning honestly doesnt make sense and i feel like reblogging propaganda and stuff encourages more interaction with this blog making it more of an event for people to interact with each other and just something fun to partake in. it should feel like a friendly competition, not a set of would you rather questions.

Cool then make your own blog instead of sending me a novel about everything I’m doing wrong. If you don’t like how I do my blog then no one is forcing you to participate in it and no one is stopping you from doing the same thing better.

[honeeslust]

Coming valentines day.

You Cryin

Satoru—- Please… Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I scream out, fingers clenched tight into the sheets.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of her ass clapping against his skin. A soft shuddered breath escapes his lips when her frail whimpers resonated throughout the walls pleading for him to forgive her.

Are you? I cant hear you.? Say that shit like you mean it…. Say it!

He’s being mean and he knows it. But he needs her weak. He needs her broken. He needs her to quit putting herself in harms way because he wouldn’t know what to do without her.

His pain and fear resonates with the pleasure hes giving. Shes right where he wants her, so his palm slaps harshly across her ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in her brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry daddy fuck! I beg and beg, sloppy trails of arousal leaking down my thighs. I can’t think. I cant breathe. I can only feel him and the way hes fucking his pain right into me. I'll say anything, do anything,  BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he’s unrelenting

I don't believe you… tell me again. Say it pretty girl. you want my forgiveness don't you…. He hisses through clenched teeth, gripping the flesh of my ass so tight I can feel it between my legs in that spot.

Im trapped. My hands pinned effortlessly in one of his. His hips driving forward and back, his pace unrelenting like he was dead set on making me feel how crazy I made him.

I glance back at him, distraught. Fresh hot tears  running down my face. My pussy spasming uncontrollably and clenching around him. Satoru slows, his eyes beaming brighter at my pathetic state. He likes me broken like this. He tugs me back against him, pinning me against warmth of his chest. He cages me in his arms, a sly smile on his lips when they brush past my ear. With his cock still tucked so deliciously deep, he teases

You cryin??

Screen Time

An animalistic sound drowns your ears. His bite burning now as more of your essence slicked down his throat, inherently feeding the animal within him. His movements grew harsh and erratic. Soft grunts rattling onto your throat, your core bearing down around him as his teeth cut deeper. your shallow breaths and strangled moans dying as the rythym in your chest slowing the more he drinks.

Choso acts swiftly. Biting into his wrist and bringing the hot liquid spilling from his veins onto your lips.

Drink love, you'll be okay.

You obey, drinking him in, lazily grinding yourself into his lap. your mind succumbing to so many pleasures at once that you swear you'll die because it feels so good. The blood runs slower from your wound as it heals over and your body lingers on edge. He takes over, guiding you up and down, holding you tighter than you can stand.

Need more baby ….please…. more he begs, sinking his teeth into shoulder. You screamed his name in surprise and trembled in pain. Cho… I…. Its too… you mutter as the spot he hits leaves you rambling and clutching him tighter.

He was wild inside, fucking you just as hard as you could stand, making every hurt feel right as he pushed himself deep, kissing that spot as repeatedly and as steadily as you needed it. He was ravenous and insatiable, never relenting, your essence drawing him even further into your head…..

[alicemain0541]

hello, mechanisms enjoyer. who is your favourite mechanism. what is your favourite album. what is your favourite song. what is your favourite photo. do you have a favourite live recording.

I have already been asked lol but im happy to answer again!

I dont have a favourite mech but here’s some random facts. I was obsessed with ts when I first saw them and I spent like four months drawing nothing but it. I got into the mechs through Tma and jonny and he is such a bastard I love him (looking back on my dash you’ll see the dehumanisation of jonny in art I blog). The only mech ive cosplayed is raph in both her more humanly form and her more birdy form. Again ashes was someone I was already familiar with because of frank being in Tma (same with Jess and Jonny) and id heard about Tim through rqg mentions etc. I wish I had more to say about ivy, nastya, Marius, Brian etc but tbh I just dont. I love them but dont know much about them outside of the mechs and never felt quite so drawn to them.

My favourite album again isnt just one. Id say of the main studio albums its a tossup between tbi and udad. Again I love them all but I listen to those the most. Ttbt 1&2 are also constantly playing (lost in the cosmos was my top song in my wrapped) and I listen to them probably the same amount. Also Frankenstein oml I love you mwah im so normal about it and im totally not an English nerd studying classic literature at college😅😅😅.

I feel like favourite song kinda falls into the same vein as the last question. While i cant actually pick my top 5 (in my wrapped) were lost in the cosmos, Loki, ties that bind, underworld blues and sirens so think of that what you will. I said this last time but I have a chronically short attention span so often ttbt songs are the best way to get my fix without having to listen to a whole album. Im sorry mechs purists but most of the time i dont listen in order cause who can be asked with that.

I dont actually have a favourite photo but I’ll add a bunch of my widgets from my phone because ofc I had to make my Home Screen mech based. (Art by @reegis)

In regards to live performances I guess dttm. Its the first live performance I watched thats actually mechs. I love lashings a “totally normal amount” but considering thats more Carmilla era idk if it counts. Either way its those two and I know some of yall are doing amazing work cleaning up the audio and getting transcripts made so send them my way if you want id love to see them.

[bleedchan]

my steam review for ButtKnight, an anime porno game that just had a demo released.

it's called: a way to not have to see the men too much? lol

jesus, straight westerners are the worst. they're so scared of seeming gay that even when they can draw hot anime girls, they make the guys look absolutely disgusting, like, as a joke or something.

i really like how the girls look. i wishlisted this game because of it, despite having my brother on my steam, lol. and yet when i started it up and was greeted with ButtKnight on the splash screen and his chin looks like a butt and the throne armrests look like butts i just went like, "uch," instinctively. like, i couldn't stop myself.

i'm sure a bunch of people *like* the sense of humor this game – it's called ButtKnight, after all! and even if you skip the story, you're presented with a tedious unskippable tutorial that spoonfeeds you the advanced gameplay concepts of a shmup with a shoot button, a slash button, and a bomb button – but is mostly an excuse to force you to experience the borderlands-tier western indie game dev humor. oh hehe ButtKnight fell over and you see his butt now!

it's just this pervasive feeling of like, i guess the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ joke's on me, huh? you're making me sit through your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ randy pitchford wannabe resetera tier standup, you're putting ButtKnight's face with his butt chin xD on my hud at all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ times in case i get too shy about the idea of having a boner about anime girls while A Man is present.

i'm not sure where the developers are from, but as bad as brown hair main character kun is in every harem anime and porn game ever, at least he isn't actively trying to make my penis softer by looking sooo comedically ugly and being called ButtKnight (maybe when you beat the game it goes way to go ButtKnight! and you see him having sex with all the girls!) and being on the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hud at all times lol. sometimes it feels like French people are the worst for this, to the point many seem to have a straight up fetish for ugly men. are the developers French..? just a shot in the dark.

anyway, i want to like this game so badly. it's like 80% of the way to being amazing, and then they smear dog poopy all over parts of it because they started feeling too panicky about the idea of like working on a horny video game without making it seem like this big stupid joke and having mr magoo at all times on the hud like doomguy to occasionally slide in and say something like claptrap and then fart.

so i guess i'll tepidly recommend it, but with a disclaimer. lol. but i mean the game isn't out yet. maybe you could make a teehee funny joke option that censors all the men's faces with mosaics, or replaces them with stuffed animals, or you could pay an actual japanese porn artist to make alternate art for all the men? can we all convince the developers this would be really funny before the game is actually released?

again, it's almost amazing. i want to like it so bad. maybe you could just put a helmet on all the men.

EDIT: lol, im glad theres a demo because i had it paused to write this, and when i started playing and saw the rotating buttknight head on the loading screen and ButtKnight got a powerup and i saw his butt more xD i said out loud to myself "i literally can't play this" and closed it immediately. it's a bold choice artistically and i respect that they're going for it despite it losing them sales, as an artist, but i also hate it. they could have made him look like jump king!

EDIT EDIT: for more enjoyment, go back and read this in trevor from gta 5's voice.

EDIT EDIT EDIT: JESUS JUST MAKE THE *PLAYER* A HOT GIRL TOO!!! WHY ISNT THE BUTTKNIGHT A HOT GIRL??? ITS SO ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ OBVIOUS!!! EVERYONE WOULD LIKE IT MORE!!! IF YOURE SO SCARED TO SEEM GAY THAT YOU CANT DRAW GUYS THAT ARENT TOTALLY DISGUSTING JUST DRAW GIRLS SINCE YOURE GOOD AT THAT!!! ♥♥♥♥ SAKE!!! AAAAA!!!

EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT: you know, for a game called ButtKnight, there's sure a lot of focus on boobs.......... i bet you see buttknights butts on various parts of his body more than you see girls asses, honestly. again, it's so close to being ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ amazing, and overall if i'm being objective – like, not taking into account how frustrated i am that the overall thing is unplayable for me – the game is maybe 75% amazing. the gameplay seems cool, mechanically! the art is objectively high quality! they just smeared dog poopy on 25% of it, and the smell of that 25% is so bad i'd rather go play like a japanese porno game that doesn't have *any* dog poopy.

[beachbabey]

ENOCH

Priest Rhett telling you to touch yourself in the confessional booth when you tell him about your impure thoughts 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

the fact that i had to look up bible verses and psalms-

im never forgiving you for this

Playlist: / nwfmb - hozier / without you - lana del ray / little bit - lykke li

word count: 931

“Bless me, Father Abbott, for I have sinned…” 

He catches the shakiness in your voice, the way you mumble his name like that makes him shift on the wooden bench, black slacks beginning to get unbearably tight in the mere seconds you've been here. 

“It’s been…” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence 

“Two months if I recall correctly? Since your last confession?” he forces a chirpy voice, biting his lip so hard he’s almost drawing blood at the small, breathless chuckle you give him

“Good memory, yes. Thank you, Father Abbott, I-”

“Rhett. You can call me Rhett. If you’d like. It's just you and me in here"

Your cheeks glow bright pink at his words

Father Rhett… 

If only he knew how many times that name left your lips in the middle of the night, back arching off of the damp bedsheets

“I- I have been struggling lately. I’ve been having these, feelings….and urges Father Rhett” The crotch of his pants grow tighter in wicked temptation at your confession. 

“Urges?” He prompts with a clipped tone, scrunching his face up in frustration and balling his hand up to keep it from straying to his zipper. 

“Yes…. well, you see,” You stop yourself, unsure of how much you’re willing to tell the man. Yes, the guilt had been making you lose sleep, swallowing you whole. 

But a part of you enjoyed it. Enjoyed it the way you wanted his fingers to replace yours. How you wanted him to lay you down on his bed, take you all over his church. 

“I’ve tried, Father Abb- Rhett, please believe me, but sometimes, I can’t help but act on them and sometimes I…” he can tell you’re nervous by the way your speech quickens, he can picture you on the other side of that thin plank of wood, rubbing your thighs together, canting your hips forward just enough to get enough relief to continue your confession

“God values, and admires your honesty, as do I, child” His calm, soothing voice eases you into your contrition.

He had to be teasing you, surely. He has to be

He’s seen the way you’d discreetly grind down on your own fingers during congregation, hiding your moans behind hymns and prayers. He’s felt the way your lips wrap around his finger ever so slightly when he placed the bread in your mouth, sticking your tongue out a little more than need be, looking up to him with those big round eyes. Sucking your spit off of the tip of his thumb as he went back up to the altar. 

He touched himself for hours after that day. Leaning against his bedroom wall, looking down at his own hand, pushing his hips forward, fucking into his palm and envisioning your mouth, those big, doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his cock down your virgin throat. Feeling his pants fully tent as you contemplate your answer. 

“But it happens more often now, Father. And I’m ashamed, I think.”

“We all have shame, dear girl, the Lord knows this, and loves us anyways. Are you ready to say your act of contrition?”. You sigh shakily and give him an affirmative hum, stumbling half-heartedly through the prayer. 

“Good girl” Rhett croons as you finish, and catches the breath that gets lodged in your throat at his praise, he turns his head to look at the carved wood and mesh screen and he catches the silhouette of you from behind the flimsy partition, you have your head bowed. He can see your shoulders rocking back and forth slightly and he knows what you’re doing. And he wants nothing more than to press his lips to the delicate skin of your neck, just behind your ear, helping you make those unholy noises in his church. Defiling the sacrament he took all those years ago. 

“Tell me, Angel. What urges do these feelings provoke?” The alluring way he phrases the question catches you off guard

“I do…. unholy things” Your whimper as you confess, the flush crawling up your ears and down your neck.

“Why don't you tell me a little bit more about that?” You can all but see the smug grin on his lips as he asks you, biting his lip. 

“Like. Like….” You don’t even realise your eyes are closed as your fingers caress your thighs, your lower lip hiding a moan as your fingertips trail up your skirt, curling around the seam of your panties, letting your thumb fall over your throbbing clit, bucking your hips as inconspicuously as possible 

Are you being serious right now?

“Like what you’re doing right now?” 

Your hitches in your throat, your hips stilling as you’re caught. It takes a few seconds for him to speak again. You don't dare move, knowing he can probably see your profile through the screen.

“None of us are without sin” He continues nonchalantly, teasing you even more. You gather up the courage to start humping your hand again, a little harsher this time, even letting out a small gasp, the newfound confidence shooting down into your cunt, making you clench around nothing. 

“I, of all people should know that. Having to resist temptation. Every. Fucking. Sunday.” He groans. And you know he's talking about you, hearing his head softly hit the wall behind him. You hear a zipper and let out a small moan at the realisation that he's now touching himself. Because of you

“So I’m sure we can repent after. Now, let me hear you sin for me Angel”