#i miss just how much this game means to me and how it played a lot into shaping my view on reality and living

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Not Embarrassed

It starts as a game.

Marshall swears up and down that he’s not embarrassed by what you call him in the bedroom. Not even a little bit.

You don’t buy it.

So you set out to prove him wrong.

The first test happens over breakfast. You set down your coffee, glance at him over the rim of your mug, and say, “Can you pass me the sugar, Daddy?”

Not a single reaction. He hands it to you like it’s nothing.

Okay. That’s fine.

The next time, it’s at the grocery store.

You make a show of reading off the list, then casually say, “Ooh, Daddy, don’t forget your protein bars.”

Nothing.

Not even a twitch.

And so it goes—little moments, here and there. You up the stakes in public, at home, even when he’s on the phone. But nothing shakes him.

Then one afternoon, you’re sitting in his studio, bored out of your mind. He’s been working for hours, locked in a back-and-forth with Royce and Alchemist over a beat. You lean against the couch, watching him, waiting for your moment.

And then you get an idea.

You push off the couch, saunter up behind him, and lean down, lips just barely brushing his ear.

“I’d like to go home, Daddy.”

For the first time in weeks, you get a reaction.

Marshall freezes mid-sentence.

You see the muscle in his jaw twitch.

Then, without missing a beat, he turns to the room and says, “Yo, we’re done. Get the fuck out.”

The guys blink at him. “Wait—”

“I said out.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then Royce mutters, “Damn,” under his breath, and the room empties in record time.

Before you can so much as smirk, Marshall’s hands are on you, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice is low, dark, and dangerous when he says, “You think I’m embarrassed, baby?”

You swallow hard.

He tilts his head, eyes locked on yours. “Say it again.”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Looks like you finally got your answer.

Your heart is pounding.

Marshall is staring you down like a predator that just caught its prey, his hands gripping your waist like he’s making sure you don’t run.

Not that you would.

Not when he’s looking at you like that.

“You started this game,” he murmurs, voice low and dark. “Now you’re gonna finish it.”

You swallow hard, the heat in your stomach twisting into something dangerous.

“You think I won’t make you say it right here?” He tilts his head, eyes locked onto yours, daring you to test him further.

You’re not sure if it’s stubbornness or the need to push, but you bite your lip, barely holding back a smirk. “Oh? And what exactly do you want me to say, Daddy?”

His fingers tighten on your waist.

For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he pulls you even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, “That’s the last smartass thing outta your mouth for the rest of the night.”

Your stomach flips.

Holy shit.

You definitely underestimated just how not embarrassed he is.

And now?

You’re about to learn your lesson.

Your breath hitches as Marshall grips your jaw, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. His blue eyes are dark, intense, dangerous.

“You really thought I’d get embarrassed?” he murmurs, thumb stroking your chin. His voice is calm, too calm—like he’s amused by the whole thing. Like he’s enjoying the way you’re starting to squirm under his stare.

You swallow hard, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “I mean…”

His grip tightens. Not painful—just firm. Just enough to remind you who’s in charge.

“Try again.”

Your stomach flips, the warmth between your thighs spreading like wildfire.

“I—” You hesitate, suddenly aware of just how quiet the studio is. The same space that had been buzzing with voices, laughter, and beats only minutes ago is now dead silent.

Just you. Just him.

Just the tension crackling between you like a live wire.

“I didn’t think you’d actually—”

“Actually what?” His lips curve into a smirk, his fingers sliding from your jaw down to your throat—just resting there, like a warning. “Put you in your place?”

Jesus Christ.

You should’ve known better than to play this game with him. Should’ve known that the second you pushed too far, he’d push back even harder.

“Maybe…” you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk widens. “Guess you’re not as smart as I thought.”

Your breath stutters. You’re done for.

Absolutely done for.

And from the way Marshall’s looking at you, he knows it too.

The room is silent, thick with tension.

Marshall’s fingers stay wrapped around your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a reminder of exactly who’s in charge. His thumb strokes slow, deliberate circles over your skin, and the way he’s looking at you? It’s pure, unfiltered possession.

“You really thought I’d be embarrassed,” he murmurs, tilting his head like he’s amused by the thought. “Like I’d give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”

You swallow hard.

It’s not like you can answer—not when your body is betraying you, heat curling low in your stomach, thighs pressing together involuntarily.

He notices.

Of course, he does.

Marshall always notices.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “See, that’s your problem, baby.” His other hand slides down, gripping your hip. “You don’t think before you run that pretty mouth.”

You whimper.

Actually whimper.

And that’s all it takes.

One second, you’re standing there, trapped by his gaze. The next, you’re being lifted, your back hitting the studio couch before you even process what’s happening.

Marshall towers over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, his body pressed flush against yours.

“I want you to say it,” he orders, voice rough, commanding.

Your breath stutters. “Say… what?”

His fingers thread through your hair, tugging just enough to make your lips part on a gasp. “You know exactly what.”

Your entire body is on fire, nerves buzzing, heart racing.

You should’ve known better than to test him.

But now?

You’re about to find out just how serious he is.

Your breath is shaky, your body thrumming with anticipation.

Marshall is still right there, hovering over you, his body pinning you down against the couch. His hands are steady, one braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip like he’s holding himself back.

Like he’s giving you one last chance to back out.

Like he knows you won’t.

“I’m waiting,” he murmurs, his voice low, controlled—dangerously calm.

You lick your lips, swallowing hard. He’s not playing anymore. The teasing, the amusement—that’s gone. Now, it’s just him, staring you down, waiting for you to say it.

The air between you is thick, heavy, suffocating in the best way possible.

Finally, you whisper, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

His groan is guttural, like he’s been holding it back for weeks, like the sound was ripped straight from his chest. His grip on your hip tightens, fingers pressing into your skin.

“Yeah?” His voice is a rasp, his nose brushing against yours. “What are you sorry for, baby?”

You bite your lip, pulse hammering. “For…for thinking you’d be embarrassed.”

He hums, the sound deep and approving. “Damn right.”

You shiver.

Then, his mouth is at your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“Now, let me show you what happens when you test me.”

And just like that, you know—

You really shouldn’t have tested him.

You barely have a second to breathe before Marshall’s lips are on yours—hot, demanding, taking exactly what he wants. His grip on your hip tightens, fingers digging into your skin like he’s staking a claim.

You whimper against his mouth, and that’s all the permission he needs.

In one swift motion, he pulls you into his lap, dragging you over his thighs so you’re straddling him. His hands slide down, gripping your ass, pressing you exactly where he wants you.

“You like testing me, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Like pushing to see how far you can go?”

You bite your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. “Maybe.”

His blue eyes darken. “Bad answer, baby.”

Before you can react, he grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to stay locked on his. His thumb brushes over your lips, teasing, controlling.

“You wanted this,” he says, his voice low, almost taunting. “Didn’t you?”

Your breath catches. He’s not asking. He knows.

And you can’t lie—not when you’re already trembling for him.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper.

His smirk is slow, wicked. “That’s what I thought.”

Then, in a flash, you’re on your back again, his body pressing you into the couch, trapping you beneath him.

Marshall leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Now,” he murmurs, his tone sending a shiver down your spine, “let’s see if you’re still so eager to call me Daddy when I’m done with you.”

You whimper.

You’re so in trouble.

The air between you and Marshall is sizzling, heavy with unspoken promises. Your body feels like it's on fire, heart racing in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You think you’re still in control?” he asks, his voice rough, fingers curling under the hem of your shirt. He moves slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every second.

You swallow hard, every inch of you aching for him. “I—no.” Your voice cracks, a small sound of surrender escaping your lips. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know—he’s already taken control.

Marshall leans down, lips brushing against your neck. He’s so close that you can feel his breath against your skin, warm and teasing, making you shiver. “Good girl,” he whispers, fingers working the buttons of your shirt with slow precision. He’s taking his time, giving you the space to feel every touch, every shift of his body.

But you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it. The way his body presses against yours, the way his eyes never leave yours—it’s driving you crazy.

“You wanted this,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “You wanted me to take control. And now…” He pauses, lips brushing your ear. “Now you’re gonna listen. You’re gonna do exactly what I say, and you’re gonna love it.”

A soft whimper escapes your lips, and his smirk widens.

“You say you want me to stop?” he asks, as though he’s testing you. You shake your head, unable to find words, your entire body trembling beneath his touch.

“I didn’t think so.” His lips crash down on yours, searing and possessive. His hands roam over your body, exploring, claiming, making sure you know exactly who you belong to.

You can feel the shift in him, the intensity rising with every touch, every word.

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his lips barely brushing yours. “Say it again,” he demands.

You swallow thickly, your chest heaving as you fight to catch your breath. You don’t need to think about it anymore. You’ve already made your choice.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper.

Marshall’s smile is dark and predatory. “Good girl.”

And in that moment, you know—there’s no turning back now.

[rednexxsaysthing]

Someone on reddit: guys what songs would be good in mouthwashing?

me: *deep breath*

Anya:

1. "Truth or Dare" - Ricky Montgomery The lyrics "Hiding in the closet//trying not to vomit//didn't even want it" always struck me as lyrics about SA 2. "TV" - Billie Eilish Idk, it just seems fitting for her 3. "Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco" - foxtails Once, again seems fitting. 4. "Mr. Rager" - Kid Cudi I saw some edits of her w/ this song 5. "Winner" - Conan Gray "The only thing you've proven is that there's no one, who ever has done better, at making me feel worse"

Curly:

1. "Trying" - Cavetown "I realize how hard on you this must seem, but trust me, when I say: it's far, far worse for me" Always makes me think about when Anya told Curly about Jimmy 2. "Gilded Lily" - Cults "Haven't I given enough?" I feel like Curly was always trying what he saw as his best, and no one really appreciated him that much for it (in his opinion) 3. "Body" - Mother Mother I feel like this one's pretty obvious if you've listened to it 4. "Motion Sickness" - Phoebe Bridgers "I hate you, for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid" You in these lyrics being Jimmy 5. "The Exit" - Conan Gray "Feels like, we've got matching wounds but, mine's still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine" Curly talking to Jimmy I feel like

Daisuke:

1. "Class of 2013 (Audiotree)" - Mitski This is that one audio people keep using for him where it goes "mom, I'm tired, can I sleep in your house tonight?" 2. "I Don't Smoke" - Mitski "So if you need to be mean, be mean to me, I can take it and put it inside of me" I feel like this would be how he handles everything Swansea says to him 3. "Little League" - Conan Gray Since he used to play baseball and also it has a more goofy/lighthearted tone 4. "Don't Say That" - Ricky Montgomery Just listen to it trust me 5. "Mama's Boy" - Dominic Fike I feel like the name itself is self explanatory

J*mmy Neutron:

1. "Just Take my Wallet" - Jack Stauber "Your mama's crying do-do-do-d-do-do//your mama's lyin, what's she tryna do?" and so much more of this song. Except it's like insead of "mama" it's Jimmy or Curly, ykwim? 2. "Not Strong Enough" - boygenius "Always an angel never a god" Always co-pilot, never "pilot" or some shit 3. "Remember My Name" - Mitski Idk, just reminds me of him 4. "End of Me" - Mother Mother "Or am I jsut a lot like, all the rest? A little egotistical, a little self obsessed?" Idk the song gives Jexual Jassaulter vibes (unfortunately) 5. "Crack Baby" - Mitski "Crack baby you don't know what you want, but you know that you're needing it" in reference to him wanting to pilot or sum

Swansea:

1. "Fine, Great" - Modern Baseball "I hate worrying about the future, cuz all my current problems are based around the past" and "I'm so tired, or maybe just bored, I can't really tell the difference whenever I'm talking to you" (you as in Daisuke lol) 2. "Real Men" - Mitski (I listen to a lot of mitski ok) It just gives off the kinda vibe he gives off or that he was raised with 3. "Coffee" - Jack Stauber This song highlights the struggles of addiction 4. "Lemon Boy" - Cavetown I feel like this really represents he and Daisuke's relationship 5. "Dear Winter" - AJR I feel like he'd sing this for his daughter(s) if he has any i cant remember if thats canon (im really fuckin tired forgive me)

For the game in general:

1. "Sippy Cup" - Melanie Martinez PLEASE PLEASE JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

[honey-flustered]

Loved playing a SULTRY game of WIP word tag Thank you @the-unforgivenn for tagging me. This was super fun! And I look forward to your works 😋🔥Here’s some WIPs from mostly my main page and one from my side blog. I have tons more I haven’t shared here but these are the ones I’ve been bouncing around between so don’t be shy to take a look ❤️

S

“Sweet. Just like you,” Logan comments before whispering into your ear. “But we’re not looking for ‘sweet’ right now, are we? Again.”

You’re taken aback for a moment but you persist, going in for another kiss. This time it lasted slightly longer than the first.

You search his eyes for approval only for him to say, “Again.”

Excerpt from ‘Naughty Lessons’ - OldMan!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Reader

Quick synopsis: You run into the former adult film star!Logan Howlett and ask him to teach you how to be desirable.

U

“…Use me, Breed me. I’m yours. Forever and ever.”

“Sugar…”, is all Eddie could groan out. You’re driving him crazy. He shouldn’t be so eager to fulfill your demands. Use you? Breed you? It’s all too much.

“Please...Mr. Munson,” You whisper hotly in his ear. “Oh, Mr. Munson…”

Excerpt from ‘Along For The Ride 2’ -Older!Beefy!Farmer!Eddie Munson x Mean!Rich!Reader

Synopsis: After the kiss incident, you develop a HUGE crush on Eddie and pretending you don’t is becoming a lot harder to keep up. Luckily for you, Eddie doesn’t intend on denying his feelings any longer either…not even when your father’s on the other side of the door.

L

…“Long as you’re payin’ attention.”

“Since we’re making some observations,” You begin, “I noticed you were a little tense throughout the hour. I hope everything’s okay. I know I can be harsh at times but I’ve got a soft spot for those I can tell are having a bad day. Maybe I can help you. I’ve got some great advice of my own I can share.”

“Yeah and what would that be?”

“Troubles shared are troubles halved.”

Cooper can’t help but chuckle at your indiscreet attempt to learn of his issues. “How convenient. Nice try, honey pie. But I ain’t spilling my guts to the likes of you.”

“Mr. Howard,” You taunt with the dramatic disappointment of a frustrated parent, hands on your hips. “Are you really that trivial of a man that you’d deny me camaraderie simply because I dare to challenge you at times?”

His eyes widened at this. “Challenge me? Lil’ miss, I’ve known you for three weeks and I do believe you're responsible for my chronic migraines. I’ve never had a student quite like you.”

Excerpt from ‘Mr. Howard’s So Hard To Tease’ - Pre-war!Cooper Howard x Virgin!Reader (on side writing blog- usetheeauthor)

Quick Synopsis: Barb Howard hires you to bring the passion back into estranged husband, Cooper Howard’s life.

T

“That’s alright, babe,” The sultriness of your voice hits him hard enough to send a jolt throughout his body. His eyes travel up stilettos, nylon-clad legs, an alluring figure and finally…the face behind the voice. YOUR face. Your smile is so sweet; sun shining from behind you and wind blowing in and around you. You were like an angel sent and he swears he can hear the heavenly violins.

“Will you be dear and hand me that love apple there?” You point at the fruit beside his feet.

Eddie breaks from his trance, retrieving the fruit resting at his feet though perplexed at your name for it. “Th-this?”

“Yes, sir,” You beam. “The French once called the tomato ‘pomme d’amour’ which translates to ‘the love apple’. They believed tomatoes had aphrodisiac powers.”

As you reach for the fruit in his hand, your fingers lightly brush against his and he shivers at the contact.

“I’m inclined to believe they’re on to somethin’,” You quip with a smirk.

Excerpt from ‘I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)’ - Gross!Perv!Incel!Eddie Munson x Older!Professor!Reader

Quick Synopsis: Wayne Munson seeks your services to free his reclusive adult nephew, Eddie Munson, from utter loserdom.

R

Ready to face the world as an item? That’s easier said than done. You’ve never been the center of the public eye before. But here you are stepping into the limelight with your rockstar boyfriend and it’s fucking terrifying.

Excerpt from ‘Cruel Little Vixens 9 1/2’ - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Journalist!F!Reader

Quick Chapter Synopsis: The tabloids want to know the hottest rockstar’s girlfriend and you’re going to play the part.

Y

“You don’t…” He shakes his head in disbelief, voice trembling. “You don’t love me anymore.”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. “No, Steve. I don’t.”

Excerpt from ‘You Don’t Love Me Anymore’ -MindFlayed!Yandere!Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Quick Synopsis: While on a romantic getaway, you decide to break up with Steve Harrington…big mistake.

No Pressure Tags: @munsonmuses @25bohemianmoons @seatnights @strangererotica @trashmouth-richie @littlexdeaths @ali-r3n

Your Word Is SINFUL

📚 WIP word game 📚

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Thank you (I think 😏) to the lovely @indulgence-be-thy-name @idontgettechnology for the tag, my word is WANDER (side note: who knew how many sentences of mine would start with S, H or Y???)

W

“What’s going on? Mike and Jane went all… funny, and then just got up and left.”

You don’t know what to tell them, so settle for conveying Eddie’s orders.

“You need to hide. There’s something out there, and you need to get out of sight and stay quiet.”

You pull off Lucas’s blankets and shake Mike’s shoulder, whisper-shouting ‘wake up’ as loudly as you dare to try to rouse Dustin. The teens complain, but when they spy your serious expression and the fear in your eyes, they do as you say. They begin to move the sofa for at least a couple of them to get behind, and start to brainstorm ideas for other hiding places.

From Knock At The Cabin, Part Three

A

And, somehow, you don’t mind it one bit.

You attempt to keep your composure, but your shaking hands betray you and the spoon you're holding clatters to the worktop.

Eyes a richer ochre hue than the coffee you were failing to focus on bore into yours, as Eddie suggests,

“Y’know what? Screw the coffee, Duchess. I’ve got something I think you’ll find far more… stimulating.”

From Good Things (Come In Threes), Chapter 2: Home Alone

N

“Need your words, sweetheart. I need you to tell me.”

You gasp as he places a gentle but firm open-mouthed bite to your covered shoulder, the damp heat of his breath passing easily through the thin fabric. His grip tightens, making you gasp and hold your breath, but you somehow manage to stammer,

“Yes, Eddie. I want this.”

Turning so you can just see him over your shoulder, you add,

“I want you.”

From Damsels & Debauchery: The D&D Chronicles; Part Two: Two Player Game (link to Part 1 as this doesn’t have a series masterlist yet)

D

“Do you… like what you see, Princess?”

Your eyes continue to scan his chest as you hum in approval.

“Oh yes, definitely…”

You bring one of your hands up between you and run the tips of your fingers over the tattoos on his pec. Eddie shivers and inhales a shaky breath, and then whines a little as you flatten your hand over the muscle.

Your other hand traces up his waist and abs, making him stutter out a bashful giggle as you hit a ticklish spot, until both hands come to rest on the upper part of his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath your palms. You look over his torso, his neck, his throat, before your gaze reaches his eyes again.

“You’re really pretty, Eddie. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Uhh, nope. No, they haven’t. But from you, I believe it.”

From The Biology Tutor: Lesson Three

E

Eddie wouldn’t choose to come to an event like this, but the money on offer was too good to pass up. The theme is Glitz and Glamour, the assistant who booked him insisting he went all out, a dangerous thing to say to someone as dramatic as Eddie. But, if he’s honest, the opportunity to get super theatrical with his performance was actually really appealing.

As part of the deal, a makeup company has given him a load of free stuff in return for promoting the brand. Way more than he’d use for a single event, and in far too many shades, but, again, he’s not complaining. Free glitter is free glitter.

From Stevie White & The Seven Nerds [working title], WIP for the @strangertales2025 fairy tale event (don’t hold your breath - we have an entire year to write these 😜)

R

Reclining against your headboard and clutching your coffee, you recall how he’d looked as he glanced out of your bedroom window the morning he was due to leave. How he’d peered through the thin blinds and the sunlight had caught his features perfectly and illuminated the ochre of his eyes. He’d looked distant, pensive.

From an untitled WIP about JQ’s unnamed Warfare character, because I can’t find anything else in my WIPs that begins with R 😄. I wrote a blurb after getting this ask about him and people asked for more, but I don’t know if I’ll ever finish or publish this because of the divisive subject matter. I’m absolutely not pro-war (and I have little knowledge or interest in the military as a subject group), but I’m concerned that publishing it will imply that I am. So, for now, a WIP it will stay. Perhaps I’ll revisit it once I’ve seen the movie.

Anyone can join in with this, but I’m tagging @the-unforgivenn @mediocredreams @rebelfell @storiesbyrhi @jamdoughnutmagician @munson-blurbs @joejoequinnquinn @katethetank because you know I’ll go feral for any tiny smidgens you give me (single sentences are allowed) 😉 Your word is HOLIER

Also tagging @airen256 and @80s-addict in case you want to have a gander 🥰

[dykedvonte]

Something something perhaps the reason Curly lacks a truly undamaged ID where his face is visible is to represent how much damage Jimmy had already affected on him throughout their relationship and the way Curly obscured part of who he is and what he stood to unintentionally cater to this toxic influence in his life.

[crowliphale]

the sleepyhead is finally put to rest

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hello,,,, snatchcube, i have a sin to confess,,, i am the same person who was bullying my friend for not playing the turorials in mavel rivals but,,, the only reason i dont play magneto is because i suck like poop,,, and somehow loki was easier for me,,, i am sorry 😔 i am buying his emblem in the battle pass tho

DUDE HOLD ON SNATCHCUBE ???????

oh but like. Everything else. I dont even remember The Tutorial Scandal tbh…… highkey i didnt even know there was turorials so im guilty too then…. Lol… no one likes playing tank its ok no crime committed here……. But donations for The King is always praised 👁👁

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[okitanoniisan]

new rgg fans will never know what they missed back in ye olden days of the fandom (like, 2019), doubly so now that scott strichart's deleted his twitter and jon riesenbach's privated. twitter was so fucking fun and then whatever-the-hell at sega of america happened and caused a fucking snowball effect and now we have shitass localization and resulting discourse that makes every release nigh unbearable, misinformation, confusion, people complaining about "bad writing/mischaracterization" not realizing it's because of the shitass english loc, i'm sitting here like jesus christ these loc bitches massacred saejima's character voice, people will never see him as he was intended, as original yakuza 5 localization Correctly painted him, and now they're coming for kiryu. god help us. we used to be a proper fandom. before everyone was subjected to the remastered localizations and shaky eng characterization. no one had even played yakuza 3-5, people still called morning glory "sunshine" orphanage, kiryu was our only protagonist and people still called him "boring", it was beautiful...

anyway gaiden uses affective instead of effective because the current localization team is full of careless dumbasses who don't give a fuck about ensuring they're using correct english grammar and this is not an isolated incident

[thebuttsmcgee]

Man. I just get so actually legitimately sad each time I remember that toh ended and that we live in the post-toh world. Like it really is over.

Ms Dana Terrace has said that she'd like to do more given the chance (and after some quality time off of bigger projects, just to chill), but as far as we know, it's the end.

Heck, we barely got anything after the final episode, no books, no special merch, no dedicated little chibi shorts, nothing really, aside from the, thankfully fun, get-togethers of the cast and crew!

Idk. Ah well actually nah, I do know, that this show just meant an enormous lot to me. Incredibly huge, the kind that you can't break away from and wouldn't want to anyway. The kind that feels like, man, where would I be without it.

Happy 1 Year, to the end of The Owl House. Thank you, The Owl House.

I hope the future is bright, for all of us.

[giddlygoat]

my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move

[v4mpyinred]

That Persona 3 Reload anniversary video made me so emotional at the end 😭 I love the P3 voice cast! I'm so grateful to the VAs for bringing my favorite cast & characters to life. They did a wonderful job ugh

And Atlus really outdid themselves with that game, and I'm so glad I got to experience it all up to this moment.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

he's such a fucking hater man

[violentlydefending]

genuinely always so shocked to see mirei hate. like literally god forbid women do anything.

[emeraldbabygirl]

I hate it here. Not like tumblr but ya’know. I miss when I was a kid and only thought about how long I had to play with my toys because I was carefree and not of age yet to worry about adult stuff. I want time to just stop. I want it to stop I’m tired of everything I want off this ride and the only way I know how to make it all stop is forbidden. I just want to stay in bed forever and pretend I’m a kid playing with my toys again without a care in the world because I am a kid.

[cheriafreya]

this was painfully slow to go through, please don't ever do this again Hoyo :_)

[elegyofthemoon]

listen i also think 2b is hot but also i am very very tired of walking into the tags every now and then only to see sexy art of her this is not what im here for im here for the existential crisis