#i will yap

[boxbugdotcom]

The hc/life series au in my brain are rotating at top speed these blorbos are driving me insane

[candlecordyceps]

Delicious in Dungeon and GRABBING ME BY THE THROAT WITH FALIN FRAMES!!! I WILL BE YAPPING TOMORROW ONCE I FINISH MY HOMEWORK MARK MY WORDS!!!

[eliashirsch]

listen listen listen I'm having my second top gun phase and i've just made a collection of the BEST OF THE BEST fics i've read in the fandom (tbh i might've still missed some) so i want to SHOUT ABOUT HOW GREAT THEY ARE. bear with me.

these authors' stories deserve all the love!!! i just want to know which format is most preferred:)

either way i will gush about these fics because a lot of them have directly influenced my work and have encouraged me to be better in writing, so they actually have changed my life so much:)))

[ps. these fics range from gen to explicit, from icemav to hangster and even some that have no romantic ships. i have them all in an easter basket and my easter bunny costume is so ready]

[jellysshitpoems]

Thoughts on the Chernobyl HBO miniseries (assuming you’ve watched it)? I really enjoyed it but I’ve heard that some big parts of it were inaccurate

Sorry this took awhile to get to I had classes all day

I really liked the show, a lot of it was fairly accurate, but it’s a tv show so of course some things were played up for dramas sake and shock value. The only part of it that really stuck out to me was the way they portrayed radiation poisoning, it’s not completely false I suppose… but its definitely not accurate lmao

It’s been awhile since I watched it, I prefer actual documentaries when it comes to real stories, but from what I remember they showed the firefighters skin as like translucent almost??? Which isn’t how that works. They also showed in one of the scenes a power plant worker bleeding immediately after holding a door open to which also isn’t accurate. Radiation sickness technically can cause bleeding like that, but it was way too soon for it to be happening. I could go on, but radiation sickness isn’t the most fun topic

The only thing I specifically disliked about the show was the public response, which isn’t really the fault of the creators. The amount of tourists doing stupid shit in the exclusion zone/Pripyat just makes me cringe. People moving untouched items, painting radioactive things ‘fun’ colours for cool photo ops, taking radioactive materials as souvenirs… awful. I even remember this one ‘sexy’ photo in a decontamination suit posted on instagram that was taken in the middle of the city. Its disrespectful. Not to mention A HEALTH HAZARD. But Chernobyl tourism is a different topic entirely.

Buy yeah, thinking back to the show radiation sickness is the only inaccuracy I can really remember, other then the miners getting naked in the tunnels, that didn’t happen, but it was funny so Ill give them that!

[hergrandplan]

the urge to yap about this story and post snippets while also wanting to keep everything under wraps is alsjkdgkdslagjlk.

[aiko-the-weapons-robot]

I kinda want questions about my Persona/OC so if you wanna....

(Obviously, she's alive during all the other characters unlike my OCs)

[bananaballs21]

Guys stop using Ai ! I will say the most weird things for you. Not only are my brain rot paragraphs from my human brain but free. I am the most collection of the world and it has beyond my knowledge of my interests. I will hand write them for your price of mind. I am beautiful trust🙏

[kaboomthepossum]

Hey bestie, once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

Thanks for the ask! It took me a while to think of some things lol, but here goes

1. I am visually impaired! I have albinism which has caused me to have nystagmus, photophobia, astigmatism and other eye problems - this is something I used to be super self-conscious about and really dislike, but I’ve come to realise that it’s part of who I am and I like that I am able to accept it

2. I really like my drawings. I have come a long way in my artistic journey, and have been drawing since I was really young. I like how far I’ve come, how much I’ve improved and how I still enjoy making artwork that can make myself and other people happy. I like the fact that I’m no longer at a stage where I feel disappointed with whatever I create, and instead feel proud when I see the finished product

3. I love my ability to remember song lyrics - seriously, ask me to recite any mountain goats song and I will be able to do it. I can remember lyrics after only listening to a song once or twice, even when it’s pretty long

4. I like my ability to just YAP for hours about whatever I find interesting. I do this relentlessly and I am impressed at my own ability to continuously just talk without needing breaks. (and yeah sure, everybody’s got their limits, but, thus far, nobody’s found mine). I know this can be annoying to everyone else, but I greatly enjoy talking obsessively about my interests

5. I like the fact that, however much I procrastinate, which is an awful lot I must say, I get stuff done when I need to (most of the time)

Thank you so much @melpomene-grey for the ask, this honestly just made me feel really happy.

I apologise that this was so long (I really didn’t lie about the relentless yapping thing)

[nkogneatho]

satoru pushes his tip inside you and cries. like literal fat tears because your pussy is so damn addicting.

"mmh fhhuck! missed my sweet pussy so much, baby," he whimpers.

"ah! but we just fucked an h-hour ago."

"felt like a week to me. shit. ahhh, taking me so well." you feel something wet fall on you skin, almost like a sweat drop but when you look at his face, your angel boy is crying. you try to get him off you to figure out what's wrong.

"no no no, baby. where you goin'?" he pulls you back into his embrace and onto his dick. "don't go ngh–gonna make you feel so good, i promise."

"toru, are you crying?"

"c-can't help it. you make me go fucking crazy, princess. sweet. fucking. cunt. making me cry. who woulda thought—holy shit."

you are convinced this is the highest form of appreciation you have ever gotten. pussy so good, made the strongest sorcerer cry.

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[flower-power1968]

hii i love the theme/colors of your blog sm it looks so pretty!! AND AND its so cool that u ship w mr. dark from something wicked !! when/how did u start shipping w him? did u read the book or see the movie first? :D

also also you seem so cool i wanna be ur friend so bad lmao

HELLO ANON. Literally if you want to yap MY DMS ARE OPEN!!!!

GaH I don't talk about Dark alot anymore for 2 reasons one because while I was self shipping with him WAS the lowest point of my life but also 2 I can only fixate on one thing at a time (?)

BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!!! I watched the film first and read the book when I was a sophomore in high school. Even THEN I was like "holy shit I'm in love with him" but for some reason I was making a s/I but then...never finished? (If I remember I talked about it with a "friend" and got bullied out of it...ah the joys of high school)

Jumpcut 3 years later, post breaking up with my first love and a medical procedure going REALLY WRONG, I was at my lowest like really the WORST and was making vent art when I remembered a line from the film:

"Your torments call us like dogs in the night"

And I was like "I KNOW I didn't just come up with that" which lead to me being like "OH Yeah! Something Wicked This Way Comes! I should watch that again" and it changed my brain chemistry and here we are almost 3 years later!!!! With my SWTWC/Ray Bradbury special interest

BUT YEAH,,,,LORE

[amequeer]

I just have a thing for "robot overcoming what they were made for" trope I guess

[beckybarnes]

”Never ignore your gut feelings!” my gut feelings tell me that Freddy Fazbear is outside of my door at night

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more stained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[sleeqymoon]

cutest sunshine in the entire universe, space, and beyond 🗣️ 🌺