#i lied abt voices

[muntadhir]

Why didn't you guys tell me how fun roleplaying as Venigni is. Why didn't you. /s

For real though, he and P are playing a game and talking about sexy things and it's both funny and cute. Will they kiss???? I dunno but I think that'd be neat.

Someday I will write a fic about Lorenzini Venigni. I have zero ideas, but I am writing it down. I am taking notes. I am a lover of the man Lorenzini Venigni.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[funstyle]

im always lying for no reason. said "i used to want galaxy leggings sooooo bad omg" to my coworker today. thats the opposite of the truth

[saltedcoffeee]

v amused at how fast the cast accepted david's personality change like ah yes this must b his True Self for sure he's an asshole MF HE'S STİLL LYİNG ❗❗❗❗

[everymlmhybrid]

this part genuinely makes me feel like eating dry wall like i can't explain how i feel about it without making some of you finally tire of me and block me about it i think

[the-meme-monarch]

I remember hearing quite a few times in the past that chulip doesn’t have voice actor credits bc the characters voices are sampled from other sources like tv shows and I’m. not sure I believe that? like yeah they’re not Actually Voice Acted but. I’m certain that love interest and mika are ‘voiced’ by the same person? princess pitts from chibi robo sounds like the perfect in-between voice for both of them which is what made me realize this. and also batayan and julie have actual songs that they sing in-game, batayan’s is japanese and sang with backwards lyrics and you can clearly hear that it’s the same voice as their dialogue babble. end of is i wish chulip (and chibi robo and other games w this kind of voice acting) had voice credits

[poorlittlevampire]

black swan is extra sad to me bc she's voiced by ARRYN ZECH... MY FUCKING MOST GODDAMNED BELOVED.....

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[perenlop]

pmmm misconception that makes me annoyed is that homura doesn’t care about the other girls besides madoka when thats really not true based on her actions

[etruatcaelum]

She’s fumbling for the words to explain to him again that she takes no pleasure in violence: that she can see now the faintest glimmerings of a different course—however steep and narrow, how difficult it may prove to walk—if she pulls Ozma out of that boy and– and-

(and then what?)

—she doesn’t know. The glint of the lifeline may reveal itself only a bladed snare, but Salem doesn’t care. She’ll grab for it with both hands all the same, and if the wire cuts, so be it.

But has she not already told him how she yearns for peace? How the bloodshed sickens her? If he didn’t hear her then, she does not know how else to make him listen; and so her voice dries up and dies in her throat.

“Tyrian,” she begins, discouraged—

–someone is here.

Her head wrenches to the side. Tension bristles through her, then hardens into utter stillness as that first stab of trespass parts before startled recognition: the shape has altered, clarified in some indefinable way, but she knows—she knows– they really must have a serious conversation about his emerging habit of playing dead to escape uncomfortable situations, later—

Making a small noise of outrage in the depths of her throat, Salem lunges around the table to rush out of the greenhouse.

One stride, and her feet do not touch the ground again. She flies through the knotted corridors, everything melting in her sight to blind streaks of color and shadow; the leys weft in the walls seem to crackle, as lightning slashed across the red-black flesh of a storm. Then—door!—a screech of ripping stone and steel and splintering wood—Salem smacks her palm into the wall—

pain

—shock pulverizes her arm before it tears through her body: ribs snapping like matchsticks, skull cracking against unyielding stone—something ruptures inside her chest, though her head churns too much to discern—

Blood in her mouth. Iron taste. Lungs, then.

“…Dr. Watts,” Salem rasps, shoving herself upright by main force. She sways; fierce, nauseous pain rakes up and down her side as she pieces shards and splinters of bone back together. Livid bruises bloom and wither and fade. Deadpan: “To ash from the ashes.”

Fracturing her skull ripped open the incipient migraine: plum shadows swim around the edges of her vision, everything etched with the evil, scintillant radiance of an oil slick, and her body feels disjointed and—strange. Incoherent. Unfamiliar. BAD.

Salem licks the blood from her lips and, wobbling a little, crosses the war room to seize him by the elbow. “You!”

(That’s—not right.)

She meant– to—she… whatever.

Turn. Lurch. The door hangs off its hinges, smashed to kindling. Arthur garbles out something as she drags him behind her, noises that never clot into sensible—or she might be hearing things—Salem is beyond caring. To the garden. Tyrian. Then—lie down—for a while.

The food looks a lot more tantalizing this go-around, and he has to caution himself to eat slowly (or, more accurately, he uses his memories of Watts making those same cautions to him as a means to caution himself in the present).

He still feels a dull throbbing of a desire to hunt, though, to find an animal and rip into it with his teeth-

But the dried rabbit will suffice yet again, for now. This time, he suppresses the animalistic urges his hunger instills in him, makes himself stay at Salem's side and eat civilly rather than disappear into the depths of the greenhouse and tear-

He’s looking through the basket again for something to eat with the rabbit when she makes him promise not to hurt anyone, and he pauses.

“I won’t provoke the boy,” he swears, and such a promise is easy enough to make. “But my lady, if I have the opportunity to rid the world of one of your other enemies, would you not want me to take it…?”

No. No. He cannot question her. His goddess, his divine savior, so merciful, so gracious - she may take his task away! Leave him alone again! Why, she might even-

Give it to Cinder.

Rather than be picky, he grabs some of the cheese and uses eating that as a way to swallow down the growl threatening to rise.

“No, no- it’s no matter. I will defend myself and Summer if need be but will not otherwise harm anyone in the absence of your command. My word on it.”

Of course, if he’s ever sufficiently enraged, to keep such a promise will not be easy. About the only person who’d ever been able to quickly calm him down was Arthur, but Arthur…

Tyrian’s tail coils around his waist and he stops eating.

(How quickly his moods change- how hard it is to want to eat when Arthur is-

He can’t even ask if Salem thinks Arthur is happy wherever he ended up, because of course there’s no happy place for Arthur to go- At least he has his star, up in the sky, the big bright one Tyrian had picked out for him, the one that must be Arthur, it must be-)

I wish you were here, he thinks, so desperately wishes it-

Absent to Tyrian’s ears, something somewhere in the depths of the castle clatters.

[badolmen]

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[my-elder-scrolls-shit]

Ah yea- these are all pretty understandable. I've been replaying lately, and I like the perks Werewolf gives you, so I, of course, went straight for companions, and I tend to play kahjit like 100% of the time, and strikes me just how nasty every other NPC is, especially the nord ones. The item descriptions for even the reputable nord factions are kinda awful (the elf killing ax that kills elves is just terrible)

To be clear, the Thalmor and the majority of nord factions (companions, stormcloaks, talos himself) both have the icky genocide issues, and the thalmor agents you interact with have similar gross lines about literally every other race but people don't seem to take as much offense to the nords who are majority of the game and the reason she hit the fan for giants, snow elves, forsworn, orcs, dark elves, and probably more groups i forgot, gee I wonder why the Fandom excuses their actions, I cannot possibly imagine.

The Brynolf thing is a fresh take but I can see where you're coming from- I wish you could at least kinda avoid his quest til later (i cant go to jail rn i need to kill an old lady dude) but his locking you in is very annoying and I can see it being something people take issue with.

My masterlist of Skyrim takes:

Both the Imperials and Stormcloaks can eat my ass.

Isran is a piece of shit

I don’t like Brynjolf.

Ancano, Vingalmo, Ondolemar, Garan Marethi, Teldryn Sero and Arch-Curate Vyrthur are the hottest male NPCs.

The companions are a flop.

Ysgramor and Wuuthrad suck.

Muiri’s unsolicited affections gave me the ick

Morthal is my favourite area.

The Ravencrone and Blackbriar women could get it any day.

I’d fuck a hagraven out of curiosity.

Frostbite spiders are adorable

I love Cicero’s voice.

Nazeem is just funny. So are the girls at Radiant Raiment. They all served cunt.

The Reach is for the Forsworn.

In every playthrough I make sure to beat the shit out of Rolff Stone-Fist and scare the fuck out of Mikael.

Mage and double dagger runs are the best.

Destruction and Conjuration are lazy.

My favourite discreet way to assassinate annoying NPCs is to reverse pickpocket poisons and poisoned apples into their inventories, sit back and watch. Alternatively, I like casting frenzy / reverse pickpocketing frenzy potions into their inventories and watching chaos unfold.

I have to purposely paralyse myself at least once in every playthrough, whether through licking Netch Jelly or chewing Corkbulb Root.

Idgrod Ravencrone is the best jarl.

Erikur deserves a slow death.

Delphine’s also a piece of shit.

Astrid instantly pissed me off.

I love just collecting and reading all the books.

The carriage driver Bjorlam (Whiterun) is SO HOT and for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Who made him so fine and why??

Ondolemar is a sweet baby. Even if you refuse to get the amulet for him, he doesn’t get pissy with you (unlike a certain touchy redheaded thief in Riften).

Some people get annoyed with Faendal showing up if you marry Camilla Valerius. I say two for the price of one, in this household we share. How can you be mad at getting a free bosmer femboy? A boyfriend of my wife’s is a boyfriend of mine.

(Will add more soon. If you want me to elaborate on any of these points, just drop an ask.)

[xoluvx]

hi love ur fics I have a brain worm abt Billie surprising r with a new strap that squirts n she doesn’t tell r until r is abt to cum and she starts saying shit like “gonna breed you so good baby” idk I think I’m just h word for Billie’s strap it’s honestly a curse

thank you baby. oh god this is juicy *literally* i hope i did your request justice bb enjoy!🩵 a/n: this was written before i was sick just felt the need to say that <3

“don’t stop,” you moaned tossing your head back feeling her bury herself so deep in your pussy. you were seeing stars. you fisted the sheets trying to find some release that didn’t require you coming yet. you wanted to savor the moment, to hold on to the small glimmer of delight.

billie grabbed your hips breathing heavy. she pounded into you watching your breasts bounce so deliciously. your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. she bit her bottom lip so hard she thought she might bleed.

“i’m-“ you huffed out of breath chest rising from the mattress as she brought you down on her cock. skin slapping and sweaty.

“i’m gonna-“ you tried again voice raspy. “-cum.”

fuck, you were quite literally on fire. flames consuming your flesh. your chest felt tight from hardly breathing and your toes were curling only adding to the sensation of needing to release.

“fuck,” billie spit licking her lips furrowing her brows in concentration.

“gonna breed you so good,” she snarled and you couldn’t quite gather what she was saying too strung out and focused on your orgasm.

“gonna fill with you my cum,” she’s breathed on your neck coming down flushed on your body holding your thighs pounding into you long and hard. the words made your mouth water and your arms wrap tightly around her shoulders. you’d never heard her talk this way. lies. she’d joke about putting a baby in but it was all teasing and laughter.

right now, she wasn’t laughing. she was slamming into you. she was biting your shoulder. she was huffing and breathing heavy and when she instructed you to cum, you unraveled on her cock and squirmed and squealed in pleasure when you felt a warm rush pumping through your walls. it was wet and filled you tenfold. pulsing on your throbbing pussy.

billie found your face smiling deviously as you lips parted and your brows raised in bliss.

when she pulled out slowly, you winced. she didn’t give you a chance to ask questions. she just lifted your leg watching your fucked out pussy throbbing and dripping. at eye level her thumb ran between your folds slipping and sliding pushing it all back in your pussy as you winced and gripped her hair.

she was enamored.

[icyminghao]

lean on me

pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k

summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.

Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.

He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.

Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.

my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]

my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]

you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]

you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]

The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.

You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.

If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.

Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.

You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.

“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.

Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.

Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.

“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.

“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”

“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”

Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”

You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.

“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”

Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.

“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”

As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.

The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.

“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”

You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”

“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”

Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.

You’re never letting him go.

a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)

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