#if i think about this too hard i'm going to start crying

[redfagdiver]

Nasty style

Sunny side up

With a little paprika on top

Missionary

Squirting on it and then leaving, like a fish

While listening to mambo number 5

After getting tinified by a mad scientist

Fucking someone who doesn't know they're trans yet

Necromancy

In front of an American flag

While riding a bike

Dr. Seuss style

Fucking someone named egg

Gentle foot massage

Film a porno with it

Covered in chocolate

Waiting for the egg to fall on them from a Rube Goldberg machine

Getting isekai'd and bringing back a dragon egg and fucking that

Microwave

Throwing it into the ocean like the necklace from Titanic

Being rude to it

Gangbang

A classic omelette

Putting back inside the chicken that laid it

Putting it back inside themself

Inviting the egg's husband to watch

Dropping it into a volcano

Finding it in an ancient tomb first (sarcophagus)

Egg on a spoon race

Just Having Fun With It

Making

Ladling it out of a soup

With the Easter bunny

Sensually making out with it

Burying it in the sand and waiting for it to grow into an egg tree (this one doesn't work)

Gun

In a shady back alley

On the red carpet

Using it as a bowling ball

Ballroom dancing

Artificial insemination

Thinking it just died and crying over it until their tears seemingly bring it back to life

Egg salad

Sonic the hedgehog style (they won't tell me what it means)

Like a rack of ribs

Inside a grand piano

Taking it through customs

Pretending they're not related to it

Throwing it out and making instant noodles instead

Nibbling on it like a lil mouse :3

Just vibing with it really hard

Telling it a secret every so softly

Wrapped up in banana leaves (the chef not the egg)

Doggy style

On an airplane

Keeping it between their ass cheeks for a reaaaally long time, like, way longer than you think. I mean that, whatever amount of time you're thinking of right now, double it AT LEAST. And if you're wondering how they can keep it there and still go to the bathroom, believe me, they have their ways, ways so wicked and deranged I couldn't talk about them in any capacity without getting banned from Tumblr or worse. Actually, I probably should've mentioned this earlier but you probably shouldn't be reading this at all, the chefs might come after me if they know I'm divulging their secrets, but the world has a right to know. Plus, OP started it, if you're going to start telling on them you have to go all the way or you're giving them even more power, and believe me, you don't want that. If I get deactivated in the next few days, you'll know why.

In public (secretly)

In public (explicitly)

While holding on to their last thread of childhood wonder

With a nice rosé

While vehemently denying that they're doing it

In a bog

On a log

With a frog

Wearing clogs

Eggnog

Re-enacting that part of the beauty and the beast song where they go "I need six eggs. That's too expensive!"

Breaking twitch streaming guidelines

Ultimate frisbee

Throwing it at the ex-chefs dedicated to spilling their secrets, killing me- I mean them instantly

Making it pass through their entire digestive track intact

Drawing a sexy face on it

While doing your mom

Deviled (literally)

Slicing it in half real cool like a samurai

In New York City

Like in a soap opera

Leaving it on the sidewalk for someone else to find

Trapping it then leaving it on the sidewalk for someone else to find

With the help of the pope

In a movie directed by Zack Snyder

Under the moonlight and the starry sky, wondering what they did to earn such perfect company

Skydiving

During an alien abduction

The worst way you can think of

Poached

Poached in the worst way you can think of

Anal

Making sure to post someone else's unfinished Tumblr post

While wearing sunglasses

While not wearing sunglasses

While wearing the hat they earned for knowing the Hundred Ways, thereby creating a paradox

Asking really niceys

As fast as they can

Almost as fast as they can

While calling their friend from college they haven't heard from in a while

Replacing people you had to take out with highly intelligent bots on social media so it looks less suspicious

Just straight up inserting their appendage into it and thrusting in and out

Scrambled

While watching the whistle blower blower you just killed take their last brea

The folds in a chefs hat represent the hundred ways they know how to fuck an egg.

[butchdiaz]

tagged by @iinryer to do a 2024 fic roundup but i'm adding my videos in too because. uh. its fun to look back! and i want to!

MARCH

american teenager (36s)

my first ever commission! for my best friend bia! to this day i hear do what you want (do more!) everytime i listen to this song.

APRIL

arms (1:02)

this was for seti. and it hurt.

good luck babe! (1:11)

literally never felt euphoria the same since the week of bi buck when i made this. changed the timeline. (although i was so euphoric and excited to post that i cropped in a rush and left a little white line in one of the shots and it pisses me off massively to this day. yes im a virgo thanks for asking)

to open up my arms and give it all to you (2.5k)

my little buck coming out to chris fic with hints of buddie <3 bi buck got me writing again after months of literal Nothing. god bless

one of your girls (3:09)

kirby's vision went OFF. so proud of this one like. its gotta be one of my favs and i feel like it became a bit of a butchdiaz classic which makes me so happy :D

MAY

kill her freak out (1:33)

this video is my little baby. ohhh samia. ouaagh eddie.

scared of my guitar (2:23)

shoutout to the way the dialogue syncs up in this one. rly satisfying to me hehehe. honestly didn't think i'd like this one as much as i do but she hits hard

promise (1:15)

love when people commission me to edit songs im already currently obsessing over yay!!!!!

JUNE

happy to be here (2:16)

julien baker. eddie diaz. aka abby had a mental breakdown making this one.

closed hands, full of friends (45s)

this was my first time editing a song i had Never heard beforehand! 3 cheers for finding new music!!

JULY

l'amour de ma vie (3:26)

ok not to toot my own horn but. this one is good. i feel like i really told a story u know. and about now is when i started to play around with fun/more intricate text ooh ooooh

a burning hill (1:01)

this prompt was designed in a lab to kill me specifically. i wanted to do the whole song originally but i like. could not go on.

my ego dies at the end (2:49)

i reallyyyy like this one. long edits my beloved! i love to build to something. i rewatch this one often tbh. jensen mcrae is everythinggg

AUGUST

north star (2:16)

again, had never heard this song b4 i got this prompt and it got me obsessed with this searows album. this edit makes me feel all soft. rly loved incorporating fleabag into it bc like. fleabag for life. shoutout summerofbuddie for the inspo

feels like (58s)

this song has been on my buddie playlist(s) forever so i was So excited to get this prompt. it was so fun to make something. not depressing and just like. fluffy. fun fact i hand drew all the hearts for this in ps and they were such a pain to work with but i really love how it turned out cause i'd never done anything like that before :')

pink balloon (2:29)

finally made a proper buck amv. after so many eddie ones it was actually nice to switch it up. felt re-inspired! also always so inspired by samia ugh. i am an eddiegirl literally to my bones tho so this was both v hard and v fun to make.

SEPTEMBER

"i want a divorce" / "it was a date" (2:19)

the buckshannon parallels ouuugughhh. this was one of those ones that haunted me so persistently i literally was forced to make it. saw hanna's post and then blacked out and i was posting this.

had a feeling i could be someone (3k)

+

leave tonight or live and die this way (1.1k)

dyke buddie!!!!!!!! these fics are sooooo near and dear to my heart. i love to make everyone wlw! i love to project my butchness onto my fav characters! wrote these so fast (for me) like writing has Never flown out of me like that. i was possessed by the spirit of lesbianism. and. GOD. the response to these fics also makes me want to cry daily. the beautiful art that was created?????? for me and my little fic?????????? i actually can't believe it i love you guys so much. lesbians forever and ever and ever.

did it to myself (1:11)

another one of my favs. i think it slaps so hard tbh. i tried a lot of new stuff and it was so FUN. orla's music is so much fun to edit to i need to do another one of her songs asap.

afraid of heights (2:46)

boygenius wrote this for my friend buck buckley. got entirely consumed by this one. thank u han for being my buckafraidofheights warrior for life <3

headlock (2:23)

i love buck but i remember coming back to making an eddie amv and breathing a sigh of relief. i just Get him. its so easy. this one's underrated i think oop it kinda slaps

OCTOBER

savior complex (3:16)

this one was a rly good challenge and idek why. super happy with how it turned out though i like watching it back

NOVEMBER

funeral bell (2:54)

the buck thesis statement. to me. and such a crazy unique process. loved working w kaitlin on this one and sending her 10 million drafts (she rly got a behind the scenes tour yall and it was not pretty). this was an absolute BEAST to make despite it not even being that complicated. i think i just cared so much about making it perfect for my dear friend who trusted me with her visions and inspiration and that made it all the more special!

you get your dreams for free (14.8k)

drunk cuddling!!!!!!!! my longest fic i've posted to date and i fully thought i was never gonna finish it. i abandoned this last YEAR but im SO glad i came back to it and most of the reason for that is because of the absolutely lovely responses to my earlier fics this year <3 literally hilarious to me that i originally wanted to post this on halloween 2023. abby. abby no.

surrender my heart! (1:30)

post-confessions euphoria + a carly rae jepsen prompt? i was literally in heaven. SURRENDER UR HEART EDDIEEEEEEEEE

DECEMBER

every place leads back to your place (2.1k)

music inspires me soooo much (looks up at this post. no way right.) so i absolutely loved writing based off a song! and a chappell song nonetheless!! so fun to twist a breakup song around to fit Them. i particularly love the kiss in this one <3

oldie's station (3:17)

phew we're almost there! this one is recent but lowkey it feels like another classic to me already. i really really like it. making it felt like cooking a three course meal and watching it kinda feels like eating one :D (thank god) (i spent so many hours in that kitchen)

letter to god (1974) (2:27)

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letter to god (1983) (1:52)

putting these together bc they are sister songs and sister videos. first time in my life i've worked on two videos at once. it was fun because they kind of grew together and influenced each other very directly. not fun because i ran out of space and my laptop crashed. several times. these felt rly indulgent and raw. kind of shocking to me how perfect both songs feel for both of them. had a lot of fun messing with the voice/video filters to try and place these in their respective eras bc im obsessed with that aspect of the songs. halsey's artistry is crazy yall if u havent listened to her newest album GO. NOW.

the rush of slumber party kissing (3.2k)

posted this literally yesterday lol. also my first time writing smut. somehow. scary! but i did giggle all the way through writing this tbh. when buddie reveal their true nature as silly teenage girls >>>>>>>>>>

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT

fleabag au wip, who saw the light of day again this year. she could be finished in six months or six more years, but she Will be finished. im determined!

<3

ok if u read all that uh. wow congrats fhdhhdh im gonna get sappy for JUST A SEC now cause uh. im actually blown away by the support and love and appreciation this fandom has shown me this past year. you guys have given me so much confidence in my skills as both an editor and a writer and you also quite literally helped me pay my rent. by making videos about gay firefighters. its actually kind of mind blowing to me how lucky i am and i never want to take that for granted <3

to anyone who has commissioned me, or sent me a prompt, or left a comment on a fic, or a tag on a video, or sent me a kind ask, or subscribed to me, or followed me, or reblogged anything of mine this year: thank you.

im so grateful for this little community and all the friends and connections i have made through our collective insanity over a procedural drama on abc (neé fox). yall rock so hard.

<3

tagging @userbuddie @chronicowboy @confessionseddie @try-set-me-on-fire @userautumn @lovelettered @exhuastedpigeon @sibylsleaves @saryasy @team-118 @lemmeaskthedevil @eddiebabygirldiaz if u wanna do any sort of yearly roundup!

[aneeqa123]

Sukuna - The Devil In Your Eyes

genre : angst

Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes.

 pov: sukuna finds out you self-harm.

""It's been a week, fucking a week since we've done anything intimate," Sukuna said, trying to keep his cool.  His voice, usually a low rumble, held a tremor of frustration. The air hung heavy between you, thick with unspoken tension.

It was the middle of the night, the only light filtering in from the streetlamps outside, casting long shadows across the room. Sukuna was sprawled on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his frustration growing with each passing moment. He was complaining, yes, but more than that, he was trying to understand. He wanted to know why you'd been so distant lately.

You knew he was right. You hadn't been yourself, not since that stupid incident. The memory of it burned in your mind, a constant reminder of your own foolishness. You'd been trying to avoid his gaze, his touch, anything that might expose your secret shame. You were scared of his judgment, of his anger, of the way his eyes could see right through you.

"What's wrong, babe?" Sukuna asked, turning to face you. His voice was softer now, laced with concern. He reached out, his hand hovering over yours.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. You wanted to tell him, to confess everything, but the words wouldn't come. The fear was a wall, a barrier you couldn't seem to break through.

"Nothing," you mumbled, pulling your hand away. "Just tired."

Sukuna sighed, his brow furrowing. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I know something's bothering you."

You knew you couldn't keep this up forever. The truth would come out eventually, and you were terrified of what would happen when it did.

"I'm sorry," you said trying to get his hand away from your waist. He was back hugging you. 

"What the fuck am I supposed to think? Do you not love me anymore?" he asked, his voice rising with each word. He was jumping to conclusions, you knew, but the hurt in his eyes was real. The fear that had been simmering inside you boiled over.

You started to cry, silent tears that streamed down your cheeks. What if he didn't love you anymore? What if he found out about your secret and it shattered everything? The thought was unbearable, a crushing weight on your chest.

"Hey, why are you crying?" he asked, his voice suddenly softer, laced with concern. His grip on your hand loosened, his fingers gently tracing circles on your palm. "If you really don't want to, you can just say so," he said, his voice a low murmur.

You shook your head, unable to speak. The words were trapped in your throat, tangled with fear and shame. You wanted to tell him everything, to confess your weakness, but the fear was too strong.

"What are you crying about?" he asked again, his voice even softer now. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

You closed your eyes, the tears still flowing freely. You were lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and fear. All you wanted was for him to understand, to forgive you, to love you despite your flaws.

You just continued to cry, your body wracked with sobs. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat, choked by the weight of your shame.

"I'll just show you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but you knew you had to let him see.

"Go on, I'm waiting," he replied, his voice a low rumble. He was patient, his eyes searching yours, waiting for you to explain.

You lifted up your skirt, revealing the pale skin of your thighs. The scars were there, etched across your skin, a testament to your pain. They were a tapestry of self-inflicted wounds, a map of your inner turmoil. Sukuna's eyes widened, his expression shifting from concern to shock.

"What the hell is this, babe?" he asked, his voice rough with disbelief. He reached out, his hand hovering over the scars. You flinched, your body instinctively recoiling from his touch.

"I have been self-harming lately," you confessed, your voice cracking with emotion. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the secret finally out in the open.

"But why? Why did you not come to me? Why did you not tell me earlier?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of anger. His touch was gentle now, his fingers tracing the lines of the scars.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears. "I was scared," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "I was scared of what you'd think, of what you'd do."

Sukuna's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "It's okay, babe," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your pain. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

xx aneeqa

[hermanoga]

Ik the cosplay event is the only funny light-hearted moment we got from this trio in the otherwise traumatizing first episode but (I woke up in the morning and suddenly this came to my mind) - Lu Guang cosplaying may be a metaphor for something else too, it may have another significance.

Even if I don't talk about the meta-narrative of RanXi chronicles, Lu Guang cosplaying itself is a kind of 'meta-performance' of life. He impersonates someone who he may want to be (being together with a safe and sound Cheng Xiaoshi) not who he actually is. He is the coser of his own existence which got lost in the repeated loop of history, he performs, he conforms to the pre-written script BUT he is trying to re-write the history too. Let's take a look at the lyrics of Flash by Gorilla Attack :

Hmm, I can't believe that you were here I know I can't do it There's no chance to rewrite Our story ended long ago Trrr The time is coming now Blank I wake up blushing my- Just a loop A bored 'n loop Should I do this now 'til the end? Into the story As just an extra You are the reason I live But you don't remember me? Oh, can I be with you? It feels like comedy Contemporary dance Please lock me up with too many tasks to do Let me lose them off completely Always looking away Flash me, flash me Gotta get the power to rewrite I just wanna deny, I just wanna rewrite, yeah Clash it, clash it What a wondrous nightmare I just wanna deny, I just wanna rewrite The only thing that I got, just like a little lamp I gotta go in one-way smoke Resist the lifeless scenario Become the person The person I wished for that day The room like a coffin, too bright A groove that I lost faraway Blanket, I need a blanket Not a synthetic one Notice the regret engraved so hard Crying, don't let me go anywhere It is not 目に見え, fly out Babe, you don't see me Your shadow that only I got That only I got Flame out, flame out I don't care about it anymore Now I can fly Only I can fly Rush it, rush it You're just making sure I'm alone But I have the power It was undercover Flash me, flash me Gotta get the power to rewrite I just wanna deny, I just wanna rewrite, aye Clash it, clash it What a wondrous nightmare I just wanna deny, I just wanna rewrite The only thing that I got, just like a little lamp I gotta go in one-way smoke Resist the lifeless scenario Become the person The person I wished for that day Ah-ah That only I got That only I got

This is very tough for Ne to choose a single most favourite song from Link Click but Flash is a song that has an extremely special part in my heart. This song too is about someone who is desperate to re-write a history as someone who is constantly taking part in the history.

See how the first few verses actually start with the admission that "there is no chance to rewrite, our story ended long ago."

Then the denial strikes in with the raging desperation.

The only thing that I got, just like a little lamp / I gotta go in one-way smoke/ Resist the lifeless scenario/ Become the person/ The person I wished for that day

I know that the little lamp can be a general metaphor for hope but since it's our guang-guang I'm not gonna ignore the significance of his name here.

Also there is something about being and becoming. Even though it's a performance that's self-indulgent (!), there is an attempt to strike a delicate balance between hope, stubbornness and disaster. Now how successful that attempt is...

Idk man, it may be a side effect of reading too much Shakespeare and thinking too much about meta-theatricality and existentialism but anyway, I wanted to share this morning's enlightenment so yeah.

[blueraven0]

Welcome! Been waiting for your account! Meant to ask, Have you listened to the Ithaca saga yet? If so, are you still alive mentally?

I'm gonna be honest, I've asked if you guys want a Tumblr account from me BECAUSE I wanted to yap about the Ithaca Saga lol

@pomiidorii and I stayed up to watch the live, and it was SO much fun. I laughed so hard at the joystick infant, on Polyphemus with Luke being the Cyclops, Luck runs out with the macarena and the face slap, No longer you when Mason just decided to randomly dance with Jorge, or when Talya and Jay swapped roles during their songs. When they brought the ghost of Polites it was a great idea too, and LOL when Jay pointed at Luke during God Games for Zeus cheating on his wife, and his face completely dropped LMAO

But about the Ithaca Saga, I managed to not cry during it but it was really hard, considering the topics of families reuniting (or positive family dynamics) is one of the very few things that make me emotional. (Don't be fooled, I've cried after the live when I listened to the two last songs again...)

What I didn't expect was the vocals of Ayron in Hold them down, that was AMAZING. I fully thought I'd be skipping that song because I personally cannot handle the topic of SA very well in media, but the song itself was so good that I completely detached the meaning and now cannot stop singing it. During the animatic however, it was really hard to watch the part where Antinous sang about Penelope, it was truly sickening.

Odysseus was SO GOOD my jaw completely DROPPED. I LOVE when characters go completely apeshit after being wronged and (rightfully) take revenge (coming from an Ares devotee, this isn't that surprising). The appearance of Telemachus as the new Warrior of the mind?! And the way Ody just straight up refused to listen to any of the suitors, with his little sassy "No 🫶", I was SOLD.

Do NOT let me start about Anna completely SERVING vocals in The Challenge and Would you fall in love with me again, OH. MY. GOD. Her voice is such a beautiful mix of powerful and delicate, I don't get how she's doing it! And the part when Pen and Ody embrace and Just a man starts playing?? ARGHH!! Such an amazing use of literacy, Jorge has outdone himself.

Another little thing, the switch from Ody growling at the suitors and the second his boy asks for him, his voice softens to answer. STOP THIS MADNESS JORGE!! And when Mico and Jay hugged?? Oh my heart...

The interlude of Steven saying he couldn't come to Ithaca because of the beating he got LMAO and the singing in the shower LOL Neal Illustrator already made a great animatic with that part!

I cannot believe that EPIC is done now, it feels so weird. I remember randomly finding Jorge with the blue eye filter on TikTok and thinking, who is this weirdo? And immediately skipping him LMAO I had no idea that weirdo would come back months later with a full musical that I'd love so much! All in all, it was a great experience, even though I joined only around a month before the Vengeance Saga.

[uncanny-tranny]

I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.

I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.

[crabussy]

I cried so hard while writing all of that. headache now. worth it. I'm so glad other people care about this just as much as I do. let's never give up hope ever

[ourceliumnetwork]

apparently we're not out of the woods on holiday trauma responses just yet - i'm hoping we're on the tail end of it but like. good lord.

[sir-fenris]

Started with tags, but then it got too long, as always :'D

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"He was too busy with his hundreds of psychic children"

And lost all of them. Should've stayed with your own kids, mate. You're awful with anyone else's.

But I'm glad he does love his own kids.. it's hard to see Martino loving anything with that attitude of his. Such a bitter man.

"Ohhh so you can be nice but you just choose to be cruel to me. Why"

ouch

That actually made me sad, that's a heartbreaking feeling/thought, cause it IS so fucking unfair and there's nothing to do about it. Delta deserved so much better.

Fuck you Martino, ugh.

Lorelai knowing Martino's daughters is..... very interesting. Feels like two different worlds interacting, idk why. Martino and Lorelai "side to side" (as in, Lorelai and Martino just coexitisting in the same space or talk) feels.... idk. Two worlds apart. Though they're actually very close, considering Paris. And even Delta. And now Martino's daughters.

"(...) totally backfired and delta was the one who ended up getting punished for it, as seems to always be the case. "

Fucking ouch

I like Simon better than Martino, but fuck him for that one, holy shit. Even Paris comforted Delta in his half-assed way. When Martino and Paris defend Delta is when you know you fucked up BAD. Cause this two seem to make his life miserable just for the freaking thrill of it sometimes. Most times. All times.

Delta cried. Cried. And then blamed himself for crying. And then- ugh. I could spend hours talking about that chapter, really, I meant it. Heartbreaking. Every single detail, beginning to end.

A bit of more yapping below.

So yeah. I like Simon. At least more than Martino. But he's not out of hate's way. Delta also suffered without reason because of him >:(

And I really do like Martino. His character is cool to read about, and I'm always, constantly, curious about him. Sometimes even more than I am about Simon. But I still hate him. Cause fuck this asshole. Everytime I re-read a scene of his, I feel like kicking the air.

"There was nothing they could do for the broken ribs. Dr.Martino was clearly reluctant to yield about the painkillers; Simon had to leave the room to calm down." (This chapter) <- LIKE THIS FUCKING PARAGRAPH, FUCK YOU MARTINO. The way this man makes me angry with one single sentence is astounding.

Guess liking and hating him at the same time is what makes me be so curious about him, tbf.

Since Martino is dead, though, I'm very curious about Simon.

"Simon stared at him. Paris briefly misread his expression as scorn; his hand tightened around the blade. But as the light shifted, he knew what he was witnessing. He’d seen grief on the faces of plenty of old men. He let go of the sword. Simon didn’t say a word." (first chapter of Crash out) <- I take this as to say he's miserable. Cause like...... His mind was already on a bad place before.

How could it be not? The person who had his role before pulled the trigger for a reason (honestly, curious about this person too. But that's not new, I'm curious about everything)

And then he learn Martino AND Delta are gone in one swoop. Like? Fuck. And he probably knew more people who died, but I think Martino and Delta must have hit harder. And then he doesn't have a job anymore. And Paris is also gone. And NEZU is on the throne. Like? Fuck #2. Terrible place to be in, really.

Why did I make this a long comment again? Geez. I have to stop writing so much. Sorry :') Thanks for the extra information, I always love extra informations.

-

Delta saying "i love you" and being so much softer in Rubies it's so... 🥺🤏 melts my heart. And then I started to think, how would people that knew Delta before react if they saw him now, being like that?

So... Simon and Martino (if the asshole was still alive), how would they react to seeing Delta now?

And by the way... how is Simon? To him, both Delta and Martino are dead and Paris is gone and... well. How is he holding up?

While Martino might not think Delta is being intentionally deceptive, he would still believe that Delta is misrepresenting himself with any facsimile of softness. That is a fucking serial killer. Martino would think Galatea was being way too lenient with him and that it’s an accident waiting to happen.

But I think on some level he actually would feel guilty. He can recognize how completely starved for affection Delta is and knows that it is largely his fault. He’s being present with clear evidence that Delta is actually capable of kindness and empathy rather than just mindless obedience, which definitely ruins his perception of Delta as a soulless monster who basically deserved everything that happened to him. He feels a small pang of conscience over this, but ultimately buries it because “Delta’s just being manipulative again.”

As for Simon, this will be answered within the story! How do you think he’s doing? :)

[zemnarihah]

art students are suuuuch babies dude i actually can't believe all the profs are so nice i'd be grabbing people by the shoulders and shaking them and yelling "JUST REMIX THE FUCKING COLOR WHY HAVE YOU TAKEN 3 PAINTING CLASSES AND YOU STILL WONT EVEN ATTEMPT TO MATCH A COLOR THAT YOU MIXED BEFORE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME DO YOU HAVE LITERALLY NO DESIRE TO IMPROVE OR DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND THE PERSON WHO IS ALWAYS MAKING INCREIDBLE WORK IS ONLY OUTSIDE FACTORS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE NO CONTROL OVER RATHER THAN WORK AND A WILLINGNESS TO TRY CHALLENGING THINGS

[aethersflames]

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[cherrychapati]

hi girlies in my phone i feel like shit

[phagodyke]

really horribly anxious this morning and can't seem to shake it off :-(

[lilacerull0]

ahhhh just laid my soul bare

[webism]

Virgin!Nanami is hesitant the first time you go down on him, because as he's nearing his (blinding, world shattering) orgasm, you aren't pulling off of him.

He's played the scene a million times in his head before, late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. In every fantasy he had of you on your knees like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.

But your lips are still wrapped around him. His ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not indication enough that he's about to unravel? Kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as more of a broken moan. "Sweetheart, I'm... so close."

And you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. You hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.

It's too much, he's never felt so boneless. His vision is already going, he's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's had in his life when he gently tugs back on your hair. "Stop, stop."

Of course, you're off of him instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching Kento wide eyes. "Are you okay? Too much?"

Kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "You didn't pull away. I was going to..."

"I know," you nod, a gentle hand on his knee something soothing. "What, you don't want to cum?"

He blinks. "No, I... not in your mouth. I respect you, and I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."

And you can't help but grin at the serious look strewn across his face. You lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.

"Kento Nanami," you look up at him, and press a feather-light kiss to his tip. "If you don't cum in my mouth, I will cry. I wanna taste more of you."

Your words alone are enough to relight that fire licking at his insides. He watches you for a moment, tries to discern whether or not you're speaking only to please him, but ultimately nods.

When you take him back into your mouth, all the way down to the base, Kento swears he must've been a saint in his previous life to deserve such pleasure in this one. You trace the vein that runs under his length with your tongue, and then suck on his cock as if you're trying to milk him dry.

When he cums, it's with a loud and uncharacteristically whiney moan that makes you wonder how he sounds begging. You taste his cum on your tongue, feel as he shoots it into your mouth, his dick throbbing and balls tightening in the same regard.

He's already overstimulated, panicking a little at the new subtle pain of more, and although he thinks he likes it, you know it'll be too much for his first time. You pull off of him, careful to spill as little of his release as possible, and sit back on your heels.

And Kento is a mess, lips parted as he watches your pull into a greedy smile. He's eager to watch you spit him out, perhaps a testament to the fact he was inside of you. But you meet his eyes, let him sit on your tongue a moment longer, and then swallow.

He's hard all over again, he wonders how he'll ever lead a normal life again after a sight like that. His mouth is dry, cock still wet with your spit, heart beating near out of his chest.

Still, he manages to stop you when you move to get up and start on his aftercare. "Wait," his voice is small, he's nervous.

You raise your eyebrows, "yes, Ken?"

"I want to taste you, too."

hi @angxlsatvrn

[kitasuno]

with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.