#i'm so sorry sksksks

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Why Kenny is so loved and David is so hated?

This question's been in my inbox forever because I didn't know how to answer it... and I still don't tbh

Kenny's a more established character. We've known him longer, he's has a stronger connection to Lee and Clementine, and the Kenny crowd are ride or die for him. When we first meet him in S1 ep1, we get the impression of a decent family man dedicated to his family, and then he goes through a roller-coaster of tragedy and character development.

David, on the other hand, is only in one game... a game that a lot of fans consider the worst installment in the series. We don't have enough time with him, and even though he has a strong connection to Javi as his older brother, players aren't attached to Javi, they're attached to Clementine. You know how this works- if Clementine no like, then we no like >:[ and Clementine no like David. Therefore, David bad.

And to be fair, she does have legit reasons for not liking him, but that just gives the player all the more reason to dislike him.

So even though I would consider David the "Kenny" of ANF, most people who loved Kenny still labeled David an asshole even though there is an interesting parallel there... which he is an asshole, but he's an interesting asshole... he just wasn't given the proper development like Kenny was.

I've said before that David is a "problematic fave" of mine, and I do hesitate to double down on that just yet. I haven't replayed ANF in forever and who knows, perhaps my opinion on him has changed like it has for a few other characters so I don't want to be like "and I still stand by the fact that David's my favorite, he's a bitch and I love him!" until I'm sure I actually feel that way, y'know?

If I had to give you my best answer, anon, it'd be that Kenny's better established and David's thrown in, the games explore Kenny's issues more thoroughly than David's, and lots of people hate ANF but love S1 and S2.

Though now that we're talking about David, I'm curious if I'll still feel the same way about his and Javi's relationship throughout the game. I was always more interested in the brother relationship over Javi's romance with Kate. I wanted a brothers reconciling storyline from ANF, and I did get that storyline done well in another game [surprise to no one, it's Dragon Age 2, Carver is my bitchy baby brother and I love him so much] and I have a feeling that's going to affect my overall opinion.

Sigh, add it to the to-do list, one day I'll revisit ANF.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I may be laying on the floor staring into the void, merely vibrating as my brain rots about Veilguard, Rook, the companions, and Solas.

...this is the perfect excuse to replay my canon route.

Apologies in advance: I'm about to make my brainrot replay a problem for everyone and everything in my vicinity.

[taonpest]

Moodboard for each time you die in fear and hunger

[x-birdsong-x]

Also, post canon Camteen? Ooohhh. How do you intend for them to reconnect? What about post-canon specifically drew you in? Is Cameron gonna still have a husband / kid? This is delicious, I keep turning all the possibilities around in my head

Henry is a very energetic kid but he is very sweet (pulled him straight from Once Upon A Time)

It's honestly barely even a skeleton right now lol . It's just a doc full of little scenes in my head that might not even be included/happen by the time I figure more stuff out. I haven't even decided how I want them to reconnect yet

Post-canon because 1) I wanted to avoid working around a canon timeline for this. 2) House is still difficult for me to write as a character (which my little ventfic is some practice for, though that is Adams' POV, so she's not 100% reliable when reading most of them, e.g. as far as Adams is concerned, House will find out what Chase told Foreman anyway because Chase tells House everything). And 3) admittedly I wanted to have the others around:

[t-lostinworlds]

i don't think i will ever understand the confidence of some people to leave comments on fanfictions which are disguised as constructive criticism or thought analysis but it's just so blatantly aggressive and mean and so black and white without even trying to understand or see where the characters are coming from and that maybe, just maybe, they're reflections of humans so they're a bit complicated. it gives off "i'm in a moral high ground" and it's just jarring.

i think people need to learn that there's ways to leave comments, opinions and thoughts and constructive criticism on anything and be nice about it.

[curdled-blood]

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[fischerfrey]

happy 58th birthday juno, baby! (march 2nd)

[orange-punch]

i once wrote a fic for a bit but was scared of being bullied by the gc so i changed the name last second into their blorbo I didn't really care about to be one of them and i can't believe i betrayed my own genius like that but it also explains a lot about me as a person and why i'm so scared to publish fic

[taonpest]

@cosmic-navel-gazin

I just heard a sad little huff so I peered over my tablet and

[muppetminge]

i have some burning takes on why '''the community''' is so bullshit for lesbians especially looking at the bt axis but y'all ain't ready for that <3

[boundedbygrief]

“i thought i could trust you. . .” (surprise me)

this is why maeve hated getting close to people. well, one of the many reasons why she avoided attachments nowadays. it was easier when she inevitably managed to let people down. when she succeeded in pushing people away, no one would care too much. then, it was easier for her to feed into the thought that everyone hated her anyways. but when people like montana came into her life and she struggled to push them away, it scared her. more than she could even explain. scared her more than any masked psycho could.

it wasn't like she lied to montana, not exactly. she just avoided telling her certain things. how was she meant to say that she was the sole survivor of some masked killer years ago? it's not like she knew how to bring that up in a conversation. yeah, she could've. maybe it would've been easier hearing it from maeve than some assholes gossiping. but, truth be told, maeve just wasn't ready to talk about. she doesn't think she'd ever be ready to talk about. but, that was her own curse to hold. it didn't have anything to do with montana and her trust for the woman. 

"  that's not fair, montana.  "          words have more bite than the woman orginally intends for it, swallowing harshly. why did this have to happen right now? during the same week that her father reached out to her. maeve couldn't handle this right now, any of this. why couldn't she just get one day to really breathe?         "  this doesn't have anything to do with trust. it doesn't even have anything to do with you. it's my past, my life. just because i didn't spill my trauma to you doesn't mean i trust you any less. i'm allowed to keep things to myself. it's not like you've told me everything that's happened to you before we met.  "

[iwritemilfs]

@manhattanopus asked: "gimme my knife"

_________

"You'll get it back, I just wanna ask you a few questions before you do." The young woman knew a lot about what went on in the QZ, maybe too much for her own good. In Tess' case, right now, that was a godsend.

"See, I'm looking for a guy, and I have a feeling you might know where he is."

[thebleedingeffect]

guess who's chunk erroring the nether for a mega nether project ^-^ also

look at Them

[andraxicated]

ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ

Pairings: Alhaitham x f! reader

Synopsis: Your husband comes home stressed and takes it out by ravaging you in the kitchen

a/n: for that anon who requested haitham's version of the previous previous scara fic eons ago. im sorry this just came out sksksks. (i've been working on this for a month because school fucks me up so bad as an academic achiever)

tw: usage of safe word/action | rough sex | breeding kink | dirty talk | smut to fluff

A slam resounds through the living room, not even a usual greeting coming from a deep voice; that was your cue to turn off the stove and take off your apron.

You see a tall figure coming over to you and there he was, Alhaitham your husband is sporting a huge frown and wrinkles on his forehead. It's obvious that he's upset, and the only thing that gets him this upset is work.

"Not even an "I'm home" to your wife? I come here and cook you dinner after my own work too you know?" You say, raising an eyebrow with crossed arms. You think you looked intimidating but you were nothing but cute in Alhaitham's eyes. Seeing your face works wonders to take off the stress so he holds it, pressing kisses on your face which you scrunch. And lastly, he does what he always does: make out with you while gripping your ass inappropriately.

"I'm home. Where's our baby?" He asks while tracing the sides of your body, lightly nipping on your ear.

"Sleeping. Oh, and something came by the mail today." You pull away from him to get the envelope tucked under a vase. You hand it to your husband and he sees the familiar handwriting with a stamp that makes his eye twitch.

"Those idiots..." He murmurs under his breath and you widen your eyes. Lightly amused and turned on by how the words curl on his tongue.

"Who is it from?" You ask, tip-toeing to peek over him as he reads the contents of the letters.

But before you could even see a word, he rips the paper into two and you stand there frozen in shock. Watching as the pieces of paper fall like snow yet you start to think about how annoying it would be to clean. You're getting mad too.

"Haitham?! What the-" "It's nothing important" He cuts off and heads right for your lips, tilting your head upwards as he pushes down with his weight to initiate deeper. His smooth flesh slides against your own, tongue peeking into your cavern as he holds your head for support. You could feel the heat rise within, your center throbbing as you feel his big hands that touch you hastily.

One of them came to stop to hold your boob, lightly squeezing as Alhaitham gauges for your reactions. "Look at me" He said.

An annoying feeling rested in his chest when you didn't, so he picks you up weightlessly and sets you on the counter. Strong hands pin you by the knees and you swear you could almost feel them turning to jelly.

"N-not here...ah" You could only give in to your husband, letting him spread your legs then cup your pussy, a whimper that almost escaped if he didn't capture it with his lips. Alhaitham loved seeing you squirm just like now, that embarrassed face you keep as he hikes your shirt to reveal the waistband of your bottom. He tugs it down while kneading your spongy flesh. Your thighs shake and you feel throbbing moist on your folds, accompanied by that certain itch to be filled up.

"Why not here?" He asks. "We've done it plenty of times in the kitchen." He teases butterfly kisses, showering you with lewd affection as your shorts came off, revealing the white lacy panty you've hidden since it arrived.

He was wondering why you always seemed to rush to the front door when the doorbell rang. He'd ask and you would brush it off, saying it was just newly released makeup from your favorite brand.

And now he sees this...his eyes see red like when he consumed divine knowledge, zeroed in on the white lace barely covering what it's supposed to protect. Then he scans the overall view; swollen lips, fucked out eyes, half-naked wife spread out on the countertop just for him.

.....archons. He thinks he's gonna put another baby inside you tonight.

"Are you wearing a set?"

Your eyes widen, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. "Yeah...? Why?"

Alhaitham clicks his tongue. His hands beside your figure completely trapped you, and he leans down intimidatingly like a predator cornering prey. Your heart beats too loudly and the throbbing of your pussy was not helping. You're incredibly excited and turned on by this display.

What's your husband gonna say? What's he gonna do?

"Take it off. Take everything off." his dominant voice renders you motionless but when you see the warning glint in his eye, you immediately start taking off whatever you had on. You've done this multiple times already, yet him watching you present yourself still makes you feel the same, the kind that makes you want to be treated like a whore.

Naked in all your glory, Alhaitham looks at your stomach and remembers how it used to be swollen; filled with his child, a symbol that you're already his. And he wants to see it again, it's about time don't you think?

"What a good girl" He praised because he didn't even need to tell you to turn around and arch your back. You were already showing him your hole, ass wiggling accompanied by your whines. "Haitham! Please! Please fuck me, I want you—hahhhh~" You breathe out the last word, ass ghosting over his rock-hard member. Even grinding yourself like this is enough to make you cum. It isn't there but you could vividly feel the sensation of his thick cock inside you. "Please mhmm? I've been missing you lately. You're always so busy and I-oh!!!" You're suddenly pressed against the counter, his cock digging between your ass as a groan made its way to his lips.

"Yeah, I'm busy. So fucking busy with all this shit being Grand Sage." He growls, hastily unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. The sound alone made you clench in anticipation.

"Everyone encouraged me to stay in this position. Including you..." He says with a tone that makes your heart sink. Back then, he seemed to be the only one suitable for the job, to lead the institution. He's a better choice than letting someone incompetent lead. And so, with enough discussion and encouragement from you and his peers, he accepted the fate of being Grand Sage.

"It keeps me away from you. So I'm stressed and lonely" Alhaitham whispers against your skin, lips ghosting over just to make you tense. You arch your back in response, your husband humming at how reactive your body was. "And when you're stressed, I let you bounce on my cock right? I fuck you like the way you want." A strong hand suddenly strikes your ass, and a shout of pain sprung up your throat as you let your breathing even. Your sensations are haywire, tiny moans coming from you as Alhaitham's bulbous head prods at your entrance. "So you'll let me do the same right?"

He waits for your answer but none came.

"Right?" He's impatient, he's been fighting this boner since from the office, jacking off to a recent picture of you. The head then enters, only a tiny part of what it fully is. You dumbly nod in agreement that you almost feel dizzy. "Y-yes! I use your cock when I'm stressed. So please..." It was the last straw: your seductive eyes and slutty hole looking back at him.

"Use me—AH!" Your mouth is left in shock as he buries himself to the hilt, a moan reverberating from the depths of your husband's throat. You were so fucking tight it was suffocating his cock. He knows it had been a long time since you were intimate but shit...it feels exactly like when you both lost your virginity to each other. Alhaitham feels like a boy who just got his first pussy.

"You feel heavenly my love. I'll start moving now." He says while kissing the side of your head. His hand snaked all over your body, trapping your figure with his strong arms, making you feel helpless. Once you were lifted off the counter with a tight buckle of his limbs, you already knew where it was going.

"Tap consecutively if you want me to stop. Alright?"

"Alright"

His gaze was intense, making sure you understood what he said before covering your mouth with his large palm, effectively blocking out words. He pulls away along with his cock sliding out and you thrash in his arms, his teeth already gritting at how tight and wet you were. You feel the tip arrive at your entrance, the build-up of fear and anticipation making you shake like a lamb in his arms. He whispers sweet nothings like "I'll make you feel good", "this will hurt a bit", "it's okay" and all of those push you to the edge of the line, feeling like heaven is just one step away.

While you're agape and fucked out, he surprises you by pushing in one quick thrust, letting you take a moment to realize what happened before he started to plunge repeatedly. Alhaitham basked in your muffled moans and looked down at his cock going in and out with glistening juices. Its lewd sounds filled the kitchen, prompting him to take a faster pace to keep on producing it. You scream as you feel the girth stretch you harshly, pounding against your cunt as the balls slap against you.

"Mhm (y/n)" Alhaitham let out a groan of your name, biting the lobe of your ear in the making. He was so rough on nights like this, leaving you breathless and dizzy in a good kind of way. To feel your beloved working you open like he always does, to feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, and to hear his moans ringing in your ear. It all feels so. fucking. good.

You try your best to push against him too, helping him reach your deepest spot even though he doesn't need any. The cockhead somehow always finds your g-spot, hitting furiously once he identifies it and focuses on stimulation. His harsh pounding won't stop, bouncing you between his body and the counter, your vision rocking up and down at the roughness.

Your nails dig crescents at his arms while you lose your mind in taking dick.

"Fuck fuck, fuck! I'm giving you another little one."

Alhaitham wasn't that talkative in sex, he prefers to lose his mind to the feeling of your tight walls than initiate conversations. Unless...he feels absolutely good that there is a need to be vocal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You don't have to do anything but care for our baby—ah shit! I'm slipping inside you so easily."

He didn't need to tell you because you already know it. The sheer feeling of your hole working on his ceaseless thrusts and how it gives way to the large cock gliding inside you raw.

The overdrive of sensations was all too much.

"Mhmphh!" You cry as his arms wrapped around you got a little too tight for your liking. You suddenly felt lightheaded, chest restricting in a way that makes you panic.

All it took was hurried taps on the arms scarred with crescents. And Alhaitham wasted no second to let you go. He immediately turned you to face him and showed how worried he was, painstakingly obvious on his horrified face. You would've laughed at him if you weren't trying to catch your breath.

"Jeez, haitham. You really are stressed." You try to lighten up the mood but it seemed to worsen as he let out a deep sigh.

With the way you're about to slump on the floor, he suddenly lifted you up to place you on the counter. Alhaitham started to massage your thighs, a guilty expression etched on his face.

"I'm sorry are you hurt? You feeling okay?" Every word feels like vomit, he had no right to ask you that when you're obviously pained all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Turquoise eyes meet yours in shame and Alhaitham couldn't fathom why you have a smile on your face.

"Hey" Your voice alone lifted some of the heaviness off.

"I'm alright now, but can you go get me a glass of water?" You asked and then watched as he slipped on his pants, a momentary frown appearing on your face as you watch him tuck his member back. He filled up the glass of water and came back to hand it to you, watching you remedy your parched throat. After emptying the glass, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand and set the glass beside you before giving Alhaitham the most comforting smile you could muster.

"Before we could continue that mind-blowing sex, I think you need to let out your stress properly other than blowing out my back." His ears cutely tinge red at your vulgar words.

You chuckle at the scene and place your arms around his shoulders. Alhaitham then takes one hand off and kisses the back of it while looking at you. The beautiful shade of green seemed to ask for forgiveness so you nod.

He plays with your fingers gingerly, massaging each one of your digits. "I'm sorry for almost crushing you to death. I should've been more careful with my strength, I'm really...really sorry (y/n)."

"Yeah, you're not so much of a feeble scholar anymore. " You say and silence ensues for a while before both of you break into laughter. "You feel good now? Tell me what happened-"

"love...I don't really wanna burden you and I'm sure you want to sleep-"

"Haitham"

Oh no. Your voice was stern and it was clearly a cue for your husband to shut the fuck up.

"Listen to me" You start. "I share my burdens with you, I tell you what annoys me at work and how hard raising a toddler is...yet you don't tell me anything except Kaveh's loans!, except minor issues at the Akademiya!" You sniffle, tears coming to your eyes. "Tell me what bothers you. Share your burdens with me, hmm?"

With your pleading face and watery eyes, how could he not say no? He sighed a long one before kissing your forehead, whispering his reply to your ear while intertwining your fingers together.

"Alright, I will. Stay here, you must be cold. I'll go get a robe for you." And with that, you watch his figure disappear into one of the rooms as you sigh and look at the food that's gone cold.

[seaoftales]

Mihawk seldom left his island, and when he did, it was out of two reasons - either he grew bored and yearned for a challenge, or he attended a Warlord meeting he already was so rarely interested in, which could easily be summed up as politics and boring blabbering, neither of which he was overly fond of. One could even say that he agreed to being a Warlord simply because he could remain a pirate and do as he pleased without the consequences, at least most of the time, and they would be absolutely right. He truly couldn't care less about the World Government, the Marines and their rather mundane problems. He was there strictly for selfish reasons.

Be as it may, his trip to and from Mary Geoise was filled with nothing but boredom, not to mention how the meeting itself was a complete waste of his time. Still, he had to show his face every now and then just to keep necessary appearances, as tedious as it was.

Upon arriving back at Kuraigana Island, the first he noticed after disembarking his coffin-shaped boat was th rather strange behaviour of the Humandrills. Native to the island, they were normally bloodthirsty and acted as a living protection from intruders, or so he thought. They all seemed to be looking towards the castle, and upon taking a better look, he could have sworn he saw a lone figure slip inside.

Footsteps treaded lightly up the winding path to the castle, hand at the ready to reach for Yoru if need be. Luckily he knew the castle like the back of his hand, having lived there for the past several years after a war swept over the island and left it abandoned for good.

Mihawk came in from the kitchen, the door leading from it towards the foyer open just enough so he could see it was a young blue-haired woman who entered his home. He couldn't really wrap his head around why anybody would willingly come to the creepy looking island in the first place, not to mention how she managed to get past the Humandrills and live to tell the tale.

The door was silently opened and he took a few more steps towards the foyer, hawk like eyes focused intently on the girl as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest. She didn't seem like she'd pose any kind of serious threat.

"Ever hear how curiosity killed the cat?"

@seaoftales ~closed starter~

Miss Wednesday was on a mission with number 9 before, she learned that Crocodile must have learned her true identity. Her own partner had turned on the princess and she was forced to take drastic measures to ensure her own safety. The female was bruised from the battle and was walking the island they were sent to gather intel for the 'mission' about someone, but she wanted to learn who he was.

He must have been someone powerful if Mr. Zero was scared of him as well or at least wanted information by being sneaky. If they were caught they were told to kill themselves not to give anything away. However, she refused to follow orders any longer after learning that he knew who she was. Walking up to the door of the building the female was trying to decide how to get in when the door suddenly slowly creaked open on its own as if it was unlocked.

A shiver raced down the bluenette's spine, but she walked forward to investigate on her own. Goosebumps formed underneath her own coat as she stepped further inside the old castle it felt very cold and maybe no one even lived there anymore. However, Vivi knew something had been watching her even before she got to the castle which caused her to be tense. Holding her dagger close, she needed to make sure not to allow anyone to get the best of her.

[orange-punch]

whenever the "who's the most famous person you've ever met" post goes around i want to say no one but then i remember i once was incredibly rude to a racing car driver (who happens to be a piece of shit) by accident and feel incredibly bad about it even though he deserve ever ounce of hate he's getting but he was so sweet and kind irl that i can't feel anything but bad for being rude and it's haunting me