#if you dont have anything extra to give you are valid and loved and the boys still love you!! but if you feel like you want to do something

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[honeytonedhottie]

decentering men and recentering urself⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💅🏽💓

the secret to decentering men and not having ur entire world revolving around them (bcuz it should be revolving around you, duh) is having a fulfilling life. it makes me ICK so bad when im watching a video or reading a post and im rly loving it, and then it'll find SOME way to make it revolve around men. like can we not?…💬🎀

WHY WE CENTER THE OPPOSITE SEX ;

a lot of people find themselves centering their lives around the opposite sex in an attempt to fill a void within themselves. they do it because they aren't happy with themselves or their lives, or maybe its learned behavior. whatever the reason is, its NOT hot.

some things that someone who centers men might think are "oh my life is so boring, maybe it would be spiced up if i got with a man" or "maybe it'll bring some excitement into my day" like EUGHHH. obviously the solution is to find ways to make our lives fulfilling but how do we do that? and how do we get to the root cause and squash this self sabotaging behavior?

SELF AWARENESS ;

if u have nothing going on for u, ofc ur gonna be energetically desperate and accepting anything and EVERYTHING. practice self awareness and try to get to the root cause of why u center men through things like shadow work, therapy, or just straight up having an honest conversation with urself cuz i swear it helps.

when you make the conscious effort to build ur dream life you'll notice that people that are on the same mindset as you will vibe with the REAL you. the need to fake/adjust urself to fit in with other people will dissipate because ur fitting into ur own standards and ur connections will be more meaningful because of it.

TAKE UR POWER BACK ;

no ones actions should ruin ur day or make u upset for more then a day (even less) cuz its YOUR world. 💕🍰

make time for YOU, doll. plan self care routines for urself every week. doing face masks, journalling, vision boarding, WHATEVER U LIKE TO DO. making time for urself reminds u that ur the main character of ur life so u dont have to settle for crumbs.

stop giving that power to someone else and dictate how u feel, NOT the actions of a significant other or the opposite sex or anybody. the reason why its important to make sure that ur the center of ur own life is so that you can be happy and fulfilled regardless of if there is a man or if there isnt a man present. so the objective is to decenter men -> and then put yourself at the center

GET A HOBBY ;

find something to make ur life fulfilling. pursue ur OWN interests and try out different hobbies if ur unsure of what ur interests are yet. cultivate ur world to the point where it GLEAMS with perfection and then do a little extra. build a life that u love so much that whether u get male attention or validation doesnt even matter cuz their opinions have little to no relevance 💀

challenge yourself: next time you catch yourself thinking, ‘would a guy like this?’ flip it and ask urself "hey, do i like this?" start checking with yourself first instead of checking with others.

MAKING THE DECISION TO DECENTER MEN ;

decentering men simply means that ur deciding to no longer think, feel, act, dress, or plan ur life around a man or for the validation of any man…💬🎀

relationships will actually get BETTER when u decenter the opposite sex. cuz ur not looking for someone to compete with and ur whole on ur own. this sets the stage for balance and mutual respect and THATS hot.

you can be in a relationship and still decenter men. decentering men simply means that you are the priority, not the relationship. how can we tell if we're decentering men or not? here are a few questions to help you know if u are ->

if i did not care about looking good to the opposite sex what would i actually like to wear?

if i did not get married, how could i create the best and most abundant life for myself?

what hobbies/interests do i have that dont involve being around men/have male attention as a component of it?

[hitomisuzuya]

Hii, may I ask for a fic where scara and reader are a pair of emo best friends listening to emo music, super loud! In her room while her parents are fighting? They've always been sexually curious and experimenting. Soo reader's sad, he says fuck it, gets on top, and starts grinding his knee against her clit?

Usually, they NEVER get too far, so the reader knows that he's committed when she moans.

Soo cunnilingus? Maybe they likee each other? Praise? Calling her parents dumb and just validating her complaints (like if u going to fight dont do it around your spawnling?) A little bit of 'we could do better than them' bc reader is lowkey scared of ending up like them???

Please ik this is a bit too detailed, im kinda venting lol. Please feel free to omit a bunch if you must.

-shyent💗

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. clit stimulation. cunnilingus. praise, validation, and comfort.

it wasn't too detailed at all. i hope this makes you feel better, hun❤️ i think we all can relate this more than we like to admit😞

you have your hands covering your ears, your eyes squeezed shut. not even the loud music playing in your room soothed you. your body was tense with restless anxiety.

and scaramouche couldn't stand it. he knew he needed to do something. anything. anything to get you to focus on him and not the sounds of your parents fighting downstairs. when you are focused on him, it was like he was the only thing in this world. you noticed nothing else but him.

he reached over and took your hands off of your ears. you'd told him once that you enjoyed the sound of his voice. he put his lips next to your ear. "i can take you somewhere else, if you want," he offered, moving closer to you on your bed.

you shook your head, turning the music down a little. "no, it's okay. it wouldn't really matter. i am still going to know that they are fighting," you would still be tense the same way be it here or at his house.

"i can go tell them to shut the fuck up," he offered, it was more of a way to get to you smile. because it he really would. he would open your door and shout at them to shut the fuck up. loudly. he didn't give a shit. and that's the exact reason why you smiled, if only a little.

"you know, they might shut up if they hear me making you moan," he tentatively posed the idea. more to see if you would crack another little smile, but at the same time, he was completely serious. his hands had gotten up your shirt and into your bra while you were making out with him the other day.

he sure made you moan when he started pinching and stroking your nipples. he fed off of it. his hand has been so close to dipping into your panties. he is so fucking in love with you he couldn't stand it. making you focus on him would calm you down.

and that was what you needed.

you need him.

"you think they might?" you asked. his eyes widened a little. his cock pulsed with the hope you were serious. there was only one way for him to find out.

"i think they might," scaramouche turned down the music, and put his hands on your shoulders. he felt you immediately relax a little the moment you felt his touch. he laid you down on your bed, drinking in the way you blushed as you looked up at him.

he counted himself lucky that you wore a skirt today. your skirt bunched up around your thighs as he got on top of you. tentatively at first, he started to rub his knee on your clit. it wasn't long before your breathing turned shaky sounding, your clit starting to swell and throb.

he shivered as your juices began to soak his knee. he increased the pressure, keening soft moans from your throat. he would've leaned down and kissed you had he not wanted to drink in your face starting to contort with pleasure.

you rocked your hips up, grinding your clit on his knee. he could see the whole world falling away from you, focusing only on him in a way that made his cock ache more. your panties sticking and unsticking around your clit added extra friction, hazing your senses with pleasure.

you have forgotten all about your parents.

reaching your hand up, you caressed his cheek. "scara, can you make me feel good?" you asked, letting out a louder moan as he twisted his knee on your clit.

scaramouche did not need to be asked twice. how many fantasies had he had about you that started off just like this. the amount of cum he spilled into his hands jacking off at night to thoughts of you said as much.

there was such a look of desperation in your eyes. desperation for him. you are depending on him, and scaramouche latched onto that. "your parents really are fucking stupid," he moved down between your legs, moving your panties aside. you blushed seeing his mouth hovering above your pussy.

his tongue swept out to part your folds. he'd lost count of times he'd jacked himself off thinking about you grinding your pussy on his mouth. he licked long slow stripes up and down your pussy, groaning as your taste saturated his tongue. "i can't have my precious pet being so tense all the time."

the blush on your cheeks darkened hearing his words. something about hearing him call you his precious pet made your clit swell and throb more. you shifted restlessly on your bed, your hips jerking up to grind on his tongue.

scaramouche wagged the tip of his tongue around your clit, making moans come from you instead of words. your hands found the back of his head, pushing his mouth down onto your pussy as you sought more friction.

"that's my good girl," his praise filled you with an arousing warmth. it was like something snapped in you. whimpering softly, you knew in that moment, you would do anything to hear it again.

"say it again, please!" you cried out, tugging on his hair. the pleasure coiling was so strong it made your eyes water, your thighs trembling as he latched his lips onto your clit.

scaramouche chuckled softly into your messy pussy, keeping his eyes focused on you so he didn't miss one twitch or contortion of pleasure. "my good, sweet girl," louder moans tore from your throat, your walls clenching empty around nothing. "we can do better than they can," he released your clit with a wet pop, licking his lips before focusing his tongue on your hole.

"i'm in love with you!" you suddenly cried out. the words came tumbling out of your mouth, his tongue felt that good working your pussy over. groaning, he prodded his tongue inside of you. "i've always been in love with you!"

he swirled his tongue inside of you. pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. your hips bucked shamelessly into his mouth, enjoying the comforting way his fingers dug into your thighs possessively. "fuck me with your tongue, please."

the way you were starting to babble made his cock pulse and strain in his pants. scaramouche was sure your parents could hear you. and he fucking loved it. "go ahead, kitten. let them hear what real pleasure sounds like."

his tongue worked over your pussy with extra vigor, snapping the knot of your orgasm to curl tighter in your core. his thumbs skimmed over the insides of your thighs in encouragement, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

you couldn't help it. scaramouche's tongue made you cunt sensitive, your release gushing onto his tongue suddenly. "so fucking sweet," he growled, eagerly lapping at your release like a starved dog.

he didn't take his mouth off of your pussy, tongue fucking you through your orgasm until you were breathless and shaking. when he kissed you, you didn't think it would be intimate tasting yourself on his tongue.

[moonstruckme]

James Potter or tasm!peter parker fluff or comfort?? I dont mind whatever you write ill love 🙏🙏

Thanks for requesting :)

cw: implied past abuse

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Peter’s having a rough week. These things always seem to happen to him. He’s got a big presentation at work on Friday, by which time the project he’s been underfunded and understaffed for has to be finished. His Aunt May has been busy with work, too, so either you or Peter is at her place most nights trying to help out, except she seems to think when it’s Peter it’s familial responsibility but when it’s you it's an unfair burden, so it’s mostly been Peter. There’s also an impressively organized cell of criminals he’s been trying to investigate before they blow up a bank or something. So of course, he’s sleep deprived to boot. 

And while you know the rough edge of frustration in his voice isn’t meant for you, hearing it makes your skin tighten nonetheless. 

“How does a person run out of salt?” Peter stalks through the front door and straight into the kitchen. “Or maybe the better question is, why does it take going to three bodegas to find one with salt in stock?”  

He’s soaked from the rain, and you feel guilty for being all cozied up on the couch while he’s been running around the city. Maybe it’s irrational, but you feel sort of like you should have been stressed out and cold all night, too. In solidarity. 

“May didn’t have salt?” you guess as Peter opens the fridge, stooping low to peer inside. 

“You should see her pantry, babe. It’s like everything either expired at the turn of the century or got bugs in it. Hey, did you make anything for dinner?” 

“No.” You hesitate. “You told me you wanted to eat at May’s, so I had the leftovers from last night.” 

“Shit.” He closes the fridge, resting his forehead on the door. “You’re right. I totally forgot, I only made enough for her.” 

“I’ll make something now.” You stand. Peter gives you a look that conveys both apology and gratitude as you join him in your small kitchen. “You feel like pasta?” 

“Thank you,” he says, kissing the top of your head lightly. 

“Course,” you murmur. Really, it feels like the least you can do. “Would you mind chopping up some basil?” 

“For my own dinner?” Peter teases. The levity in his voice is obviously forced, and the air between you heavies as he realizes you’ve heard it too. 

You almost don’t want to ask, but you do want to be a supportive girlfriend. You can lend him a compassionate ear. “How was work today?” 

He sighs, grabbing the cutting board from a cabinet near your feet and shutting the door with perhaps a tad too much force. 

“It was…ahh.” He scrubs a hand through his hair, stooping again into the white fridge light to find the basil. It casts dark shadows underneath his eyes. “You’ve gotta be sick of hearing about this.” 

“It’s okay. Unless you don’t feel like talking about it.” 

“No, it’s just, how do they expect us to stick to their tight schedule when half of my lab is being pulled away to other projects all the time?” Peter’s knife slices through the basil, hitting the cutting board with a sharp thunk. “Today, we were down one intern who caught the stomach flu, and it set us way back. One intern shouldn’t be that crucial to a big project like this!” 

You hum, ignoring the way the back of your neck prickles. The tension emanating from Peter is completely valid, your reaction a bothersome, purposeless souvenir from an old life. You find yourself staring into the pot of water and waiting for it to boil. 

“And it’s not like it’s anyone’s fault, but all the rest of us are working extra hours to try and get this done in time.” 

Small bubbles in the bottom of the pot, rising tentatively to the surface. Peter’s knife thunks a quickening rhythm on the cutting board. 

“If they’d given us the money we asked for, we could have hired more people, been working with better equipment, but instead—” The water starts to rumble, steam warming your face. It’s thick in your throat. “—it’s like we don’t even work for a top-notch lab. Like, do they think we really believe they don’t have any resources to spare?”

Peter’s voice is rising, irritation sharpening his words. You reach to turn down the stove when big bubbles reach the surface, splattering hot onto your wrist. You ignore the sting. 

“My boss keeps talking about how important this presentation is,” Peter goes on, opening the cabinet next to your head and reaching inside, “but if it were really important, he’d have—” He slams the cabinet door. 

You both freeze. 

To anyone else, it would look like nothing—the way your expression stays perfectly still, your muscles stiffening just slightly, the invisible pause in your heartbeat. But Peter knows you. 

“Sorry.” He sounds as breathless as you feel. “I’m sorry. You okay?” 

“Mhm.” Despite your best intentions, your voice comes out pitchy. You can’t make yourself move in a way that feels natural, so you stay not moving at all. Steam wafting warm up onto your face. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Peter says, tone softer than you’ve heard it in days. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to yell.” The roiling pot has calmed to a gurgle. You can see him swallow in your peripheral vision. “Can you look at me?” 

You take in what you hope is a subtle breath, turning to your boyfriend with a wan smile. “Sorry,” you manage. “I don’t know why I did that.” 

“It’s okay,” he says, brows bunched in the middle. Brown eyes like a puppy’s. 

He shifts his arms, a question, and you step into them. You do it more for him than for you, but the second Peter’s arms wrap around your back the last of the tension shudders out of you. You hug him back, rubbing between his shoulder blades reassuringly. 

“I scared you?” he asks, still in that soft voice like he’s afraid of startling you. It’s not really a question. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get so mad.” 

“You’re allowed to be mad,” you argue weakly. There’s an embarrassing blockage in your throat. “It’s not your fault if I freak out, you should still be allowed to vent.” 

“No, but I know how you are.” Peter squeezes your shoulders. “I can vent without slamming things. It’s not nice.” 

You don’t have much of an argument for that. Still, “You really shouldn’t be the one comforting me right now,” you point out. 

A light hum. “Says who? I’m feeling a lot better already.” His hand climbs up to cup the back of your neck, his face turning down so his lips rest on your head. “Should’a just gone straight for the hug when I got home. Might have saved us both a lot of ranting.” 

You push your face into his sweatshirt, mindless of its dampness. He smells like rainwater. You don’t know how you could ever have thought, even for a second, that someone like this could be capable of hurting you. 

“I’ll make a note of that,” you murmur. 

“Yeah, please do,” Peter teases, pressing a kiss to your head. He pulls away and sets two still-chilled hands on your face. “Are you really okay?” he asks sincerely. “I know how scared you get, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I did that to you.” 

“You didn’t mean to,” you tell him, “and it wouldn’t be your fault anyways. I’m really okay.” 

Your boyfriend nods, but he still looks troubled. “Another hug for good measure?” 

“For you or for me?” 

A corner of his mouth kicks up. “Does it matter?” 

It doesn’t really.

[austinsastrology8991]

> MC ASPECTS < How you renowned around town “You make your own reality. And once you’ve done it, apparently, everyone’s of the opinion it was all so fucking obvious.” - Logan - Fucking - ROy

!!parental advisory explicit!!

MC Aspecting Sun - “rome, I think you're a super talented superstar and I love you” - Shiv Roy : Its hard not to notice you, you got a poise of regality, and you work the public sphere with ease; you put yourself out there and you get a lot of attention from onlookers - and it makes you one of a kind. you are someone with dignity and maybe too much self respect for some, to give you the credit that you do deserve > because no one does it quite like you - high key a dominant force in any room you enter - wolf of wall street vibes and lets be honest you are not above having a party at the office... and paying hookers to make it more cool...... you do the most and its a vibe vibe MC Aspecting Moon - "They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had, and add some extra just for you" - Therapist in succession You know how to put people at ease, and your basically a professional therapist at this point. You can lighten up anyones mood or piss everyone off depending on how you feel. And this understanding of psychology really benefits you; because people want to treat you right, so you can give them some insight as to why they have a mental breakdown every 5 minutes (this generations daily cycle) your like a dog that lives in a hair-salon and everyone wanna get a cuddle from it/he/she/thing/you

MC Aspecting Mercury - “Information, Greg, it’s like a bottle of fine wine. You store it, you hoard it, you save it for a special occasion and then you smash someone’s face with it.” - Tom Wambsgams When you stfu people are wondering what your thinking. because somehow. someway. you've taken control of the conversation, and whatever you say is taken with heavier consideration then the average person. However that does not mean you get your way, it just means we listen to you the most - easily the most valuable insight comes from you guys, and your perceived as. a hustler. no wonder your careful with ur words because you dont really care about getting the right answer in the known, if that ultimately inteferes with your master plan you'll just stay quiet - because you know how to navigate the world with words, and your aware that ultimately the final word - the best word - is the deciding factor of what we do MC Aspecting Venus - "Here’s the thing about being rich, okay? It’s fucking great. It’s like being a superhero, only better. You get to do what you want — the authorities can’t really touch you. You get to wear a costume, but it’s designed by Armani and it doesn’t make you look like a prick." - Tom Wambsgams Beauty pageants. Everyone is interested in you, because your beautiful and your graceful, and you'd make a fine edition to the list of exes that everyone has. So besides the fact that your fuckable, you know how to charm people so easily and thats why you get so much attention, and its positive unless your insecure about how attractive you are.... which is a real thing... and id say just get that plastic surgery or stfu and find some real solutions. i mean has anyone ever tried to tell a beautiful person, that they beautiful.... its exhausting... and then they just look for someone else (more beautiful) to get that validation. its a death trap!!! dont fall for that bs... but damn yo fine ass better get used to being a fine ass or someone gonna commit a crime on yo ass MC Aspecting Mars - "I got a track record from founding one of the most exciting new media brands in the world. And what do you got? Track marks from shooting junk? Thanks for coming down. It was great to meet you." - Lawyrence Yee Unfuckwitable - you embody the underdog - and i mean an under dog thorugh and through; youll bark at anything that pisses yall offf, and thats why people watch they step around yall, no one wanna get bitten by da big dog with a small dog complex. but your fierce and people try their best to match your aggressive energy just to save face for themselves - meanwhile your just more pissed off that you always gotta show yo teeth to anyone you talk to lol. Your competitive and act like crackhead that knows karate. everyone is low key intimidated by ya, and you know it

MC Aspecting Jupiter - "Most things don't exist. the ford motor company hardly exists. It's just a time saving expression for a collection of financial interests." - Logan RoyEveryone likes you, and sometimes you don't even understand why, and thats just another reason to like you. You show a geniune uninterest in any boring mundane activities > and this lack of care for bullshit makes it so that when you do show an interest for something > you've somehow convinced everyone in the room that your enthusiasm defines whats enjoyable. and this discernment makes others believe that your the new budha for socio-economic observations . I respect it. and you did it without even realizing, like thats a feat initself, and you guys are 100 feet tall in everyone elses eyes because you got a name fo yo self MC aspecting Saturn - "the actual fact is we're persuading more and more shareholders everyday that we offer them just a slightly better chance for them to make a little bit more money on the dollar…and that's all that this is…." - Stewy Hosseini The boss is here and now everyone gotta actually do something productive. you guys have respect, and people know that if they don't come at you correctly, then you'll correct it for them, and no one wanna be daddied by the king kong daddy. Your life is defined by hardships and this is the most noticeable trait about yall, and it has molded you into a gus fring. A stone cold killer. You don't have to say much but the weight of your presence in itself, is so much pressure, that everyone wanna ask for more time, but no one wanna be scolded by yall so we just stfu and deal with it MC Aspecting Uranus - "Nothing is a line. Everything, everywhere is always moving. Forever. Get used to it." - Logan Roy Who is they? who are we? why can they get away with acting like a complete fucking retard? Well they don't 'get away with it' they just fucking do it. I mean the balls on ya'll is undeniable, but the audacity and the concept of why. well no one knows and I don't think you do either. But you literally change the game wherever you go, because you do ridiculous shit just to make fun of reality, and it really does expose how much of a cult we all live in; since we all about our own rituals of bullshit. I applaud the audacity but everyone gets nervous around your unpredictable nervous explosions - your like a charged creeper; youve been shocked by something and now you just have to explode and ruin everyones buildings

MC Aspecting Neptune - "Climate said I was going down. Climate said I should just step aside. I guess I'm a climate denier" - Logan Roy You're imagination personified. You somehow write your favourite stories into reality > and you do this so uncosnciosuly thst you've somehow convinced everyone its real. You don't care much for whats actually real, you'd rather manifest what you want to be real > no matter whats being thrown at you (and theres a lot) you have a uncanny ability to be a energy conduit > and transform that energy into what pleases you the most. And because of this you appear to be a mystic. and theres a tendency to be very calm, and if life throws too much shit at you > and you've ran outta favours, its adios to the world. and the long road of finding your purpose again awaits! MC Aspecting Pluto - "Would you like to hear my favourite passage from Shakespear? Take the fucking money." - Logan Roy You are daunting aren't you. people don't talk to you very much, at least not any normal self abiding citizen. you look like TMNT - you look neglected > look like you ate some radioactive poison > became this mutant thing > and was raised by a rat that could beat your ass... how'd that go? you look great! I would shake your hand but Im honestly afraid your gonna bite me. Look your life is intense and borderline traumatic, I get it. but this makes you so mesmerising > you can have the whole room in a trance with your dark aura, and people just hand you power like its nothing. You don't even care tho, and thats what makes you even more powerful lol > if anyone can handle the dark. its you > and a powerful 'rep' requires someone who doesn't fuck around. and you do not

highly highly recommend succession > all the quotes used are from dat show - and its a fkn masta piece

[doukeshi-kun]

a promise is a promise

daddy's home 😘

🌃-anon here ^^ hooray!!

okay okay phew it's been so long i forgot how to write anon ask but, a comeback is desperately needed to save the day. I'm here to talk about professor!nikolai agenda. your girl started uni and i need to cope.

while collegestudent!nikolai has been eating my brain like crazy, professor!nikolai is as needed. i might hit you up with college student nikolai someday tho cuz my classmates are all weird and i need that daily dose of delusion that someday, i'll meet a student as awesome and as fun as nikolai is in my head

little disclaimer to anyone reading this: dark content ahead. we dont do any of that irl it's just fiction, so if you're sensitive to prof x student shit keep scrolling. i say reader is 20-ish and papi nikolai is pushing 30 😁

random prof!nikolai headcanons ahead 🗣️

prof kolya is definitely one of the cool teachers on campus yk? the type that's loved by all of the students because of how laid back he is and how much he doesn't give a shit yk??? like "prof we didn't study for the test tomorrow can we postpone it?" "we will. i havent put the text either" 💀 that type you know?

BUT simultaneously, he can also be really strict depending on the context yk? while he's chill, he can't tolerate disrespect like, not at all. he jokes around with his students but with limits and boundaries.

clothes-wise i feel like he dresses super well 🤔 as opposed to headcanons I've seen, i dont think he dresses weird or in an eccentric way like canon nikolai is, he wears casual clothes :3 fashionable? yes. but nothing weird. he's tall, broad with really unique features (i imagine nikolai with one of them typical european noses and plump looking lips. this part is totally up to you tho)

prof kolya was a really unproblematic physics professor (yk in canon he has teleportation abilities so uh) that is until y/n took a course with him,

we're met with two cases: y/n is calm and quiet in class, y/n puts herself out there. now let's be for real, teachers love good students so the higher the grades the better the sex more you'll get attention from him (god imagine nikolai praising you😮‍💨)

now if you're quiet- OMG since he gets along well with students i feel like he'll openly joke around with students except for you (if you're quiet) he'll just talk with you in a low voice (btw i imagine classes like, small classes not amphitheaters or any of that) let me elaborate: you're in class yk he's explaining quantum physics or some shit and occasionally interacting with his students. his gaze falls on you once he's standing right in front of your desk and lets a small question slide like "is it ok?" "do you get it?" or flashing you a small smile or so 🤭 he's not mocking you or anything he's being genuine (for once) bc you're openly his favorite

and by that, and as someone who's a favorite for nearly all my professors so far the privileges i get isnt anything like grades or whatever but more like validation? im a good student i dont need their crusty dusty extra credits. one of the privileges i get is for example, during exams, the prof tells me "so, [name], we're scoring an A+ in this test too?" yk and it's genuine so nikolai i that type too.

(i leave anything sexual or suggestive for you to develop bc im really bad and awkward at that)

conclusion: he shamelessly favorites you in front of other students.

though you two would become a thing faster if reader is on the more loud type in his class: always participating, asking questions, joking around maybe.... i feel like when you have a question thats a little long to explain, he'd ask u to come to his office and what happens there is up to your imagination dear bean

will quickly become your number one emotional support throughout college 🥱 imagine not doing well in the exam and you go to his office to talk to him about it and he comforts you by [redacted]

anyways i could go on and ramble forever. i'd love to hear your dirty thoughts on this nikolai au :3 what i wrote is hella long and messy but we're mere disciples beanie, you're the writer here hehe

as usual, have a good/day night!!

I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH *sloppily kissing slop slop*

first of all, yeeee goodluck with college and don't die bcs i almost did 😎👉 and secondly, no let's NOT get nikolai pushing 30s. HE IS 35 ATLEAST IDC HAHAHA im gonna reply to each one headcanon bcs you deserve it girlie 💋✨

yes! he totally gives me the vibe to be laid-back at his work. he's so gonna do something like that lmao. also, despite his laid-back persona and he's always like “ehh~ just answer this easy ass quiz and i'll take it as your assignment mark”, i do think he does his job greatly. there's a time where he needs to get things done and while it doesn't seem like he's doing shit, he actually GETS. SHIT. DONE. that's why he isn't fucking fired 💀

strict prof. nikolai.... ugh *spreads legs*😝 i agree. he does have limit and i feel like he wouldn't scold people or raise his voice but certainly when he's being colder and quieter, oooh you fucked up big time

i do think he wears classic style to go to classes! i'm thinking... dark academia. and yes, he's tall and broad and so big✨ i feel like it also depends on the subject. if prof nikolai is teaching theatre or drama... those kind of things, he will wear something maximalist, if that makes sense? imagine a mad hatter-themed suit but formal. unfortunately, i can't draw for life.

physics professor hmmmm why don't he come here and expand the space of my quantum pussy😏😏

i can imagine raaaaaaa :barkbarkbark: him praising you in front of the whole class because you got quite high marks for physics ahakss😝

HMMMMMMM SOFTY :feral: i can't fucking breathe😩 yes he'd totally be loud to those who are loud with him but if you're quiet and serene, he'll be soft as fuck rrrrrrrrr imagine him noticing you not understanding something and he takes the initiative to come to your desk, teach you with the softest (yet deep) voice ever. NOT MOCKING ME TOO? woah what a green flag 💚

lmfao i can totally relate with you😭 honestly, validation is too pressuring, stressing and overwhelming for me. i hate when teachers are like “so, elie, you can score A for this right?” bih i just barely got the B-grade fym (burnt-out gifted kid be like;). anyway, i'm half-half on this. but i do think if he makes such comments, and he notices you aren't uncomfortable, he wouldn't go put his way to directly say that. maybe he just makes comment that implies he does have certain expectations on you

(i'll develop the sexual things myself *takes off his pants and develop his wood*)

conclusion: he becomes my favourite subject😝❤️

i'm honestly thinking that he prefers it if you are an active student. idk, for me, nikolai (in general) likes challenges and fun. so if you're actively questioning this or that, he'd take interest in you really quick. also, i will invite myself into his office tyvm

definitely get emotional. lmao imagine ranting about other professors with him and he just supports you

well my dirty thought is that he becomes my private tutor. HA HOW BOUT THAT HUHHH but in all honesty, i love the thought of him riling and teasing you instead of yk, playing favourite and get you alone in his office. he likes edging people and he'd surely likes it if you tease him back too ayy papi😝

[kitthefoxkin]

hi um, this is my first time really asking anyone for anything like this, it's not a part of myself I feel free to, uh, talk about and even the people who I've confided in don't like to hear it so it's just easier for me to be quiet about it -

but uh - if you want of course, no pressure - if you have the time too and don't mind making an extra moodboard for someone like me - if not and your requests are closed or something that's okay too and I'm sorry -

um, if you want I'll just give you a list of things that can be used and you can pick what works best -

I'm a, uh, fallen angel (that's difficult enough to get out, wow) - black wings - a halo either of orbiting stars or fire - the colors I associate most strongly with are purple, black, and opera mauve - some aspects I associate with are stars and galaxies, fire and pure energy - um, or you can do vintage and antique stuff, that's also neat, like old radios and antique shops and stuff - or time, stopwatches, immortality, falling, losing wings and losing divinity -

at this point I'm just rambling, uh, whatever strikes your fancy the most out of all these things -

sorry for wasting your time, uh, you can ignore this if you want :')

fallen angel alterhuman moodboard with themes of black wings, galaxies, the loss of divinity, and antiques!

(i hope you like it! dont worry about wasting my time, i love taking requests! no matter how silly you feel talking about your alterhumanity, you are VALID and just as important as anyone else <333)

[yestrday]

FALL VICTIM TO MY BRAINROT...

corin doodles

my brain idea where thoma feeds corin sometimes, and he's just like, "thoma i am literally in love with you" (it was really good food)

unrelated to the academy au but giggling at that one post about childe coming home with blood on him and what if corin was his husband.

Corin looking him up and down.

"...Listen, I don't care WHAT you do outside of this house. But I swear, if you track that blood in here, you BETTER clean it up." resuming whatever he was doing. "Bring an extra change of clothes next time."

ALSO ALSO.... i kinda made a new character with corin in this academy au

yeah they're nana... they don't actually have any lore, but it's just funny if the harem just absolutely hates them and they're like "what did I even do???"

it'd be funny if they unintentionally interrupted the harem's time with Corin... rip though </3 (they can probably fight, cute characters that can fight are fun to me)

You get slightly more Corin lore btw because I'm. disorganized.

Corin isn't oblivious to the harem's antics and their obsession with him. He just... kind of lets it be. He's too stoned to care rn. It DEFINITELY comes back to haunt him in the end, but shhh, he's just silly!

Also Corin beats up Albert (I actually fucking hate Albert so much like,,,, leave my girl Barbara alone!!!!!) because I simply see that he is protective over his friends (yes. Barbara is his friend. you can't do anything about it.)

I did give him a sexuality btw,,,, he's asexual and demiromantic (also gay... that man loves men after a deep emotional bond is formed.. good for him..)

I'M SORRY FOR MY RAMBLING HERE'S MORE!!!!!

Corin's relationship with Diluc isn't necessarily romantic nor platonic but a secret third option. Definitely fucked up because yandere but it's a secret third option!

NO NANA... LITERALLY GASPED THEYRE LIKE THE MAIN CHARACTER IN A MAHWA WHERE THEY GET ISEKAIED INTO THE BODY OF AN UNSUSPECTING SIDE CHARACTER... I FEEL SO BAD THEY MIGHT DIE...

also corin is based for thoma 😔 that man is a walking green flag (stained with blood but we dont talk about that). also albert 😭 i dont hate the guy i feel like hes an overzealous stan at most but omg dont break him too bad corin

corin just letting things happen with the harem.... valid. if i had 10 tons of weed in my system i wouldnt give a shit either. also. i dont wanna die.

[girltalkcollectives]

Sunday Secrets (11/2/24)

Sunday Secrets: Submission 1:

i have a problem. i've been dating this girl for eight months. she's been a really amazing girlfriend, we dont fight, shes lovely and she made me so happy.

but now, with school starting and the fact that we go to different schools (plus, she has a lot of after-school activities so its hard to plan hangouts), i dont know if i want to be with her anymore. shes a really beautiful, sweet person, and i really did love her. but i dont think our relationship is going anywhere, and ive never broken up with someone before.

i find myself dreading hanging out with her. i feel like we dont click like we used to, and im worried that she doesnt feel the same and ill break her heart ending our relationship.

what should i do? how do i end it, while saying its ENTIRELY a me problem (cheesy, whatever), and that shes made me really happy but i dont think we should keep dating?

i really genuinely like her platonically, and i think she deserves someone who can be there for her better than i can. i dont think im a good fit for her anymore, and i feel like its not good for either of us to be in this relationship when im not in the right mindset for it. shes also not an easy person to plan dates for, and she doesnt like a lot of the same food as i do, and isnt that willing to try it.

school is also killing me, and im in a fairly bad place mentally, and i just dont think i can be there for her the way she needs.

what do i do?

Thank you for being so honest and vulnerable with us about your situation. We can tell how much you care about your girlfriend and how much thought you’ve put into this decision. It’s refreshing to see someone being so considerate about ending a relationship, rather than just ghosting or creating drama.

First, we want to validate your feelings here. It’s completely normal for relationships to change as life circumstances shift, and it doesn’t make you a bad person for recognizing when something isn’t working anymore. School stress, different schedules, and growing apart are all valid reasons to reevaluate a relationship.

Our Advice to You:

The fact that you’re dreading hangouts is actually a really important sign to pay attention to. When you’re in the right relationship, even if things are hard, you should generally look forward to seeing that person.

You mentioned this is your first breakup, which can make it extra scary. But from what you’ve written, you seem to have a really mature perspective on why this needs to happen.

The timing might never feel “perfect,” but being honest sooner rather than later is usually kinder than letting things drag on when your heart isn’t in it anymore.

As for the how — we suggest keeping it simple and honest. Maybe try something like: “I need to be honest with you. You’re an amazing person, and these past eight months have meant a lot to me. But with school and our different schedules, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I don’t feel I can be the partner you deserve right now. This isn’t about anything you’ve done wrong — you’ve been wonderful. I just need to focus on my mental health and school, and I don’t think it’s fair to either of us to continue when I can’t give 100% to this relationship.”

Some tips for the conversation:

Choose a private place to talk

Pick a time when neither of you has to rush off somewhere

Be prepared for emotions (both hers and yours)

Avoid phrases like “let’s be friends” in the moment (even if you want that eventually, give it time)

Stand firm in your decision — going back and forth will only make it harder

To our Girl Talk Collectives community: Have any of you had to end a relationship with someone you still care about? How did you handle it? Drop your advice in the comments below!

*You can always reach out to us through our DMs. We check them regularly and are here to support you.

Much Love,

Sarah+Maya

[comradeboyhalo]

THERE'S NO DRAMA WITHOUT CONFLICT. How do they expect storylines to happen?? 😭

just for context anon, those posts werent arguing anything like that! it was just about missing the unconditional trust the islanders had for each other, and i was just joking that bbh never had that trust. so we're all good!

BUT im just gonna talk about your point as if its unrelated, because a lot of people in this qsmp fandom do hate conflict and its getting exhausting 💀 i get extra irritated at viewers getting mad at certain characters keeping secrets when its completely justified. baghera doesnt need to tell the world about her backstory, thats HER backstory! and honestly i dont even think cellbit and bad NEED to share every piece of lore they find with every member. yeah, itd be great if people were up to date with everything, but if they dont have the time to update 50 different people because they want to fucking build or do literally anything else than THATS FINE! THEYRE TRYING THEIR BEST ALREADY. characters are allowed to have their secrets and any conflict that stems from that is cool and interesting and viewers need to shut up about it!

also bc im a bbh blog: bad creates a LOT of conflict in the story and, yeah, hate him for that as a character, but i think people fail to realize just how much content he creates by being who he is: a miscommunicative liar, who simultaneously is one of the best secret-keepers on the server. it would be so boring if q!bad was just this perfect father-figure who always had the right advice to give and could therapy his way out of everything and was just so kind and loving to anyone. there are so many tweets that rip into q!bad for what he does to their cubito and im like....yes...now try to understand....you see how you're getting characterization from this....its valid to hate q!bad for this but please tell me you realize narratively what you get out of this...

anyways. let characters be messy. let them be wrong (@ qjaiden enjoyers...she is complicit to the federation regardless of her true alignment and that is COOL AND INTERESTING). conflict for the sake of conflict is never good but the qsmp has ALWAYS stayed balanced in its heavy and light aspects, so have some faith please and let the ccs beef with each other for fun <3.

[lanaevyssmoved]

hi fray bg3 you are one of the only people i trust with bg3. do you have any headcanon ages or heights for the main camp group (+ any extras u are particularly fond of). thank u hugs and kisses

im the worst person because im a day late to this. but yes. i will provide.. the headcanons

now these arent all like solid. im chill. these are liquidy headcanons that may change and be influenced. i would love to hear counter arguments in the replies also hehe

im doing lads first and then lasses for no reason other than im gale insane

gale

age - 45-55, i can entertain 30s if i have to but it's mostly just me being polite. i can also take him older because i fully believe he was chosen of mystra long enough for it to effect his aging. i like to think morena his mother is older than most people put her at (i think of her around her 80s - i love the idea of tara being a 'grandma' figure to gale and she's having her old lady parties with his mum). and that gives me playing room for age to be older, but not necessarily look as old as i put him at. but also i don't think gale's physical appearance is even that help, my ex who was 32 looked older than gale, my ex who was 55 looked younger than gale. my mother looks younger at gale at 59. so !!! i just like to play with middle aged hence the 10 year gap in my headcanon. i also think gale would lie about his age. ALSO!! he's a fucking wizard if you're not fucking about with a wizards age (and gender and sexuality) what are you doing. but also yes if you tell me you think gale is 37 or 38 i will nod and say that's ok. i can roll with that

height - i can put him anywhere from like 5'7" to 5'9"... i can't see him being taller. i just can't. afhiri is also 5'0" so like i gotta be realistic i don't want him to be a fucking tree she needs to climb. he still kind of is like this like i'm being KIND to the man i'm adding inches out of PITY. nah ok so i use the shorter height mod to make afhiri's model 5'0" under the assumption it's 5'7" by default, so when putting afhiri and gale next to each other with the mod enabled, he's roughly around 5'7" and 5'9", give or take because flat services are deceiving in this here video game....... 5'7" feels good though. feels organic.

wyll

age - bro confirms it i don't really have to say anything here. he's 24

height - i wanna give him a respectable 5'10" honestly. no real movement needed it just feels right. he's defo taller than gale for sure but more just feels uncomfortable to me.... but he definitely feels Taller....

astarion

age - 263.. this is just his age in idle champions. i dont fucking know

height - i think hes the smallest of the LadsTM i'm putting him around 5'5" - 5'6". barely anyone, if anyone, will agree with me on this. it's okay if you don't. if you think he's taller, i'll take his knees so i'm validated

halsin

age - once again canon aged at 350

height - well. i'm saying 6'4" - 6'5" i don't have much more to say on this. just feels correct. esp with new wood elf edition lore where "max height" for one is about 6'0" so he has to be big to 6'0". but i don't see it being more than this

minsc

age - well minsc age is weird but i assume he was like 40ish when he was frozen. or late 30s. i reallyyy enjoy the idea of him being so stupid but being at the age where society expects you to be smart. its beautiful to me. like poetry

height - bro is an easy 6'0"-6'1". this is absolutely not for lusty galexminsc reasons. it might be. ok it is. but also its right yknow? its right. im right. moving on

lae'zel

age - she's 22 in idle champs and i also enjoy the idea of her being the youngest in the group but also if she is 22. that means afhiri is older than lae. and i think that could be the cause of some friction... so yeah i can accept 22.

height - ok so. gith are typically very tall. you're gonna see the majority of gith around 6'0" to 7'0". sometimes they can be shorter than 6'0" but that's like rare. ur like insulted for being that small. you the RUNT egg. but i don't see lae'zel being so tall. i can see her being runty. i also talked this over with a friend and she agreed on runty egg. 5'9"-5'10" not entirely runty egg but.. still needs to over compensate for not being usual gith sized.

YEAH BABY GIVE THAT GITHYANKI A COMPLEX OR TWO!!!!!!!!! sorry lae ur dealing with ur young age AND ur small height

shadowheart

age - ive always seen shadowheart as young. she gives such intense teenage girl vibes sometimes like i just. shes not emotionally matured man. shes such a high school bitch when she wants to be. HOWEVER... she is canonically older than 40 because there are 40 years of documents on her life from when she was already giving up memories to shar. however it could just be all her life documented from the second she was taken by sharrans when she was a child. so shadowheart anywhere from like 50-60 years old. ish

height - hmmm around 5'4" - 5'5" ... average shart. :) feels organic. i once again have little to say

karlach

age - soo i've been thinking of this more recently and i change my mind on my original hc for her height. so now i think she was likely about 18 or 19 when she was sold to zariel and spent 10 years there so i'm thinking she's like 28 or 29 ^_^

height - 6'2". i feel pretty solid on this!! mostly because i'm 5'2" and i dated someone who was 6'2" and that height difference just feels Right for how much taller i think karlach would be to me

minthara

age - ouughgh we know she's over 200 years old but i think close to 200 is just too young for how she is. so i'm gonna say 300-400 but i'm more inclined to say she's closer to 400 than not. i think she's "middle-aged" ish for a drow and this is the best i got. drow experts feel free to chime in as long as u don't try to make her young. if u do that i'll eat u

height - well this made me find out that drow are a short race. 4'7" to 5'5" in height. so minthara simply has to be short. i assume she wears heels and stands on boxes to be taller because she likes to feel tall. but she's uh. she's small. i'm gonna say like 5'3" to 5'4". this is So funny to me

jaheira

age - about 150, but could be older! i don't see it being younger. bless someone on reddit writing this for me so i can just copy and paste but..... she says she's a 'small child' during the year of the bright blade so:

1347 DR = Year of the Bright Blade 1368 DR = BG1 1492 DR = BG3 124 years passed between the first and third games. 145 years passed since Year of the Bright Blade. A small child should be about 5 years +/- few years. Therefore, her age should be about 150 years.

thank you random reddit user!

height - 5'5" or 5'6" mostly going by my minsc headcanon and how their height difference looks to me in their cutscene together hehe.........

oh you said any extras i'm fond of.... i do not have the energy to even ATTEMPT to illithid right now so i'm gonna do it for barcus for fun . <3

barcus

age - i'm gonna say my boy is like. in his 60s-70s. :)

height - about 3'4" ish. averageyish gnome height. :)

i like barcus he's so divorced. he and gale are the most divorced men in baldurs gate 3. and theyre going to kiss. anyway

[caitlinposs]

i’ve been hitting my cart to fall asleep so i can get through these days as fast as possible. getting high is the only thing i can cling onto anymore, it gives my life the interest and color i’ve been needing currently. i was on the right track to quitting but i guess ive crashed back into it.

i wonder. if we were still friends would i be over at your house right now? would you be at mine? would i be miserable? or would we be cuddling? i’m not the type of person to confront my thoughts. i let them decide for me, i let them take over because i tend to believe they’re in my best interest. if you ask me for the reason i dropped you, id tell you it’s because i didn’t want you to leave me, but honestly i did it out of instinct. it was one day in february, a switch flipped in my mind and i put no effort into turning it back on.

i guess i realized it wasn’t just the two of us anymore, everytime id come over there’d be 5 extra people invading our space. i only loved you when i was alone with you so i always wanted you to myself. i have no idea why that is. it’s not like i was in love with you or something. :/ but all these people i’ve done wrong, i never did it out of spite or hate. i did it because i don’t know how to fully let someone in.

dont be mistaken, i know im evil.

an example of my evilness: one day i’ll confess my undying love for you, and the next i’ll completely forget about it. interest can spark inside of me which will usually burn out fast. the only rare exception is when it doesn’t. my fps. the ones i’ve loved so heavily i could easily set the world on fire for them. obsession taken way too far. but i’ll always have a soft spot for my favorite people. they know my chaos.

in the paragraph you sent me before you blocked me, you told me my only motivation is male validation. honestly, yeah. i agree. i wouldn’t call it validation, but something similar. anyway it’s not like it’s something i can control.

when i was younger i had devoted my soul to my dad out of fear and possibly a little trust. every time i did something wrong in his eyes, my body would shut down and i was unable to feel or think anything. soulless. a certain type of numbness where i could practically feel a reaper touching me. one upsetting response from him and my purpose was ripped out of my chest. even if his demeanor was off, if he was driving a little faster and a little more aggressive, i could immediately feel his mood switch—which would end up causing mine. i felt this feeling again yesterday, over something so small. i was telling my aunt how i applied for a job and he immediately said no in a stern ass voice and shook his head. that shut me the fuck up because i could already feel it flushing into me. a weird feeling of confusion has always come along with this numbness, because i can never truly understand what makes him so upset. he was asking me if i wanted to apply at starbucks the night before? maybe it’s because i applied for the job my mom wanted me to do. actually yeah that’s probably it. my dad’s always been so jealous of her because ‘i treat her better than him.’ it’s totally true, i do, but that’s because she was always there to hold me when i cried and she took the time to understand my soft spots. she tells me she loves me everyday, while i don’t have a memory of my dad saying i love you.

so that’s it. that’s all i want from men. i know now, i don’t crave their validation, i crave their care. their sincerest love. i really yearn for someone to put their hand on my head and pull me into a hug every time they noticed i looked a little empty. someone who doesn’t become demented or begin ignoring me when i mess up. someone who will stay by my side even if i reject them just because they know me better than anyone, someone who doesn’t let me push them away. someone who’d never get tired of dealing with my guilty tears. someone who would rather hold my hand than stick it in. ugh. unconditional love.

and basically, i guess id do anything for this kind of care. i’ve fucked plenty of people over just to experience it, even if all of it was bound to end up temporary. but, of course, all that it did was remove more people from my life. make me more lonely. i’m begging please don’t blame me forever. i hope you understand this uncontrollable urge is not something im close to mastering. when im attached, i would rather rip all of my hair out before i allow you to slip through my fingertips, even if i just met you a day ago. when i start seriously thinking about someone, there’s absolutely no going back. until i break and my brain becomes weak from allowing the thoughts to consume it. just thinking about a guy’s potential in caring for me so gently gets me messed tf up. that’s why i try to see guys as weird creatures so i don’t get attached to any. my lips feel like poison, causing damage is all i’ve ever known.

but, i know im young. the so called “men” im talking about are actually boys. when i grow wiser and develop into somebody i can actually be proud of, i can only pray that god will bless me with this type of undying love.

god please please please give me your strength

[bonesandthebees]

HELLO BONES I JUST WOKE UP SO I DONT REALLY KNOW WHATS HAPPENING but I saw a bunch of asks saying nice things about your writing and also you being sad about something(??) So here I am. Feel our love. (That's an order).

Currently rereading stars and holy shit I somehow managed to forget how good it is I feel like I'm picking up on all the bits I somehow never processed before and I'm having so much fun with it (just finished the chapter where Wilbur got drunk with quackity. My man needs a pay raise he just wanted the vodka)

Also I just wanted to say that I love how you're able to include so many characters in a way that doesn't feel forced or,, unbalanced?? Just. There's so many people and you make them all seem important and they're not just names thrown in for the sake of having names that get forgotten two chapters later.

And rocketduo supremacy giv more pls

AND ALSO your fics are just so rereadable, if that makes sense?? Like there are fics you read once and forget about, there are fics you read once and never want to read again because nothing can beat the emotions of reading it for the first time, and somehow all your fics fall into the secret third category of you could reread them all a million times over and you'd notice something new every single time and the feelings never get diluted with repetition. Idk it's just really cool and impressive and you are literally so cool and impressive and deserve all the validation your heart could desire

AND ALSO. JUST ONE MORE COMMENT ABOUT GLASS. Tommy finding and using Wilbur's name isn't like an act of revenge or anything, he's helping the only way he knows how to, and maybe it's not all that morally right but nothing in this fic is all that morally right and it's just really interesting to read and think about and I Cannot Wait (yes I can please don't take this as pressure to upload or anything) to see what happens next

ALRIGHT BREAKFAST TIME GOODBYE BONES

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LMAO hi wheat anon

so glad you're having fun rereading stars!! it honestly means so much to hear that my fics are really easy to reread. tbh rereading/rewatching things is one of my favorite things to do. I love rereading my fav books and rewatching my fav movies and picking out different things i like about them each time. so hearing that people do that with MY writing?? it's really insane to me /pos

also so happy you like my casts!! i love including a lot of different characters from the smp but I try not to include too many so I can give at least a bit of proper attention to each one. in all honesty that's one of my biggest problems with world forgetting. I feel like I really just threw puffy, sam, and ponk in there without ever giving them a proper chance to shine which was my own fault, so I've been extra careful to avoid that ever since. I love having a balanced cast as long as I know I can give everyone their due. the characters aren't just there to add to the list of names, they each have a purpose in the story even if it's a small one :)

dlksfjk thank you for understanding the tommy finding wilbur's name isn't an act of revenge OR deadnaming. again, I write messy characters, and I'm just relieved there are a lot of you guys here on tumblr who enjoy them for what they are <3 tysm wheat anon!!

[the-kipsabian]

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💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? i honestly love everything i get be it just 'good' or a keyboard smash or anything, but ive always been extra fond of feedback that states the commenters favorite part of the fic or picks apart their favorite sentences etc. cause to me that feels like they took the time not only to read, but also to try to invest themselves in the story and understand it and what the words i was putting down were fully trying to convey. they are the very special kinds to me personally <3

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing its the one i can keep repeating to the very end, but i love the way i can convey emotions in scenes. i think im pretty hecking good at that honestly

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!) oh wow i havent. actually rewarded myself for finishing and posting since i started doing it again lol. i do give myself credit when its due cause i think my work is pretty good at the moment so i dont feel like im posting subpar stuff, but i also dont know what to reward myself with. i cant afford anything and little things dont bring me much joy rn honestly lol. stay tuned maybe i figure this out

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language characters (and their relationships) and the overall mood. i usually want to convey a certain feeling through a scene so thats my top priority, and i take pride in my character work a lot so thats also up there, trying to make them feel as real as possible. reading-wise im a plot person tho, or again the mood is really important to me

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it. (unspirisingly) insomnia. i just thought it was really cute. it also helped my anxiety while working on it and reading it afterwards a few times so like. yeah. its also the piece that got me into writing kip so thats very special

🍭why did you start writing? i have always liked stories. i was a lonely child with no friends and talents, writing was the one thing i was maybe good at and ppl complimented me on when i dared to share something with them. currently im doing it as an outlet and cause it just makes me happy and my god nobody else is writing these fics and ships (except you <3) and someone fucking has to LOL

💎why is writing important to you? i mean its pretty much the same answer as above lol. im sad, im lonely, trying to make something that makes me happy since i have almost completely fallen off from the drawing bandwagon and i need a creative outlet. its the one way im most comfortable expressing myself and it keeps me sane rn. its like the One Thing i feel im actually good at i guess

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic? recently i think all ive done after finishing something is either eat or go to bed lol. i also more often than not let the written stuff simmer for a while, depending how im feeling about it if its an hour or a few days before editing and posting so im not constantly overworking myself, but yeah. food and/or sleep is the most common thing rn. as stated above, i cant afford any big things to celebrate with and small things barely give me any sort of happiness rn

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! i love how this question immediately drew my brain into a blank lol. i dont really have a lot of things actually in works right now, i just have a very long list of ideas and requests, theres only like. actually three things im trying to work on that i have started (and i might have to scrap at least one of them hmm). but immortal fears is always good!! chapter 3 WILL happen eventually, its maybe 2/3 written right now and i just really. REALLY enjoy writing chuck. so im excited to share that and hope that people like him as much as i do!!

fic writer asks ~

[definegirlfriends]

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[let-minnow]

G'raha Tia X Fem Miqo'te WOL

Notes: Graha POV, heat, 18+, NSFW, breeding, slight masochism, married head cannon, wholesome smut, indulgence.

(Minors: Please do not interact.)

Disclaimer: I wrote this, but the character G'raha Tia is not mine, nor do I own anything FFXIV related.

HOLIDAY HEAT

The scent met him at their bedroom, which instantly terrified him.

Y/N was not known to have heat cycles, so G'raha's concern for a complete stranger being in their house as a miqo'te burglar or worse, a secret lover, was quite valid. He felt almost nauseated at the thought of someone else touching his wife. His stomach knotted.

Was he no longer enough?

No. The warrior wasn't that kind.

Right?

G'raha tried to push the thoughts away but still prepared for the worst, his ears lowered to his head as nerves flooded him and heated pheremones clouded his mind. With a shaky hand, he gently opened their bedroom door. His ears flicked as they were met with a whisper of what sounded like either his own name or the 'ahh' sound. It would matter not once he caught sight of the source.

She was bent over the bed. Legs spread, fingers deep within herself, eyes closed in frustrated focus as her tail hovered her left hip. It was as if she were posed for G'raha himself. Y/N exhaled another lewd sounding moan as G'raha fully rounded the door. He came to a complete halt.

The scent was overwhelming now, his head spun as he processed what she was trying to do, and he gently cleared his throat. The female miqo'te's eyes fluttered to him, head tilting to him whilst looking slightly relieved. G'raha couldn't help but notice how blown out his mate's irises were as her hair mingled with her spiced vision and panting mouth.

Indeed, this was definitely a heat. For once it was hers, and now of all times. Now being their first vacation in what seemed like ages.

"Raha," She mewled, pulling her hand slowly from within herself to reach out to him for succor while her head relaxed upon the mattress. Warmth flushed his ears and abdomen as she continued. "I can't stop... I need more. I dont understand... Why can I not be satisfied? I need help, I-I need you..." His hands began to move at those last snippets, his left arm loosing his shirt and the other unclasping his belt at a rushed rate that had him tripping over cloth under his own fingers.

"Dont worry, Love. I am here now." He muttered, his worries from before long forgotten as he finally got his breeches to loosen from their buttons. Pulling his shirt from over his head, he only allowed his crystal jewelry to remain as he dropped the clothing and removed his belt entirely.

The heat was beginning to affect his ability to think properly. Her tail swished impatiently at him and his trousers finally shifted past his hips to his ankles. In a swift motion he stepped out of them, cock already hard in his hand as his other reached to touch the smooth skin of her firm love-handles. She responded with an arch as she pushed her bare backside into his crotch, her threaded skirts pushed up to her hips as the remainders hung down around thick thighs, giving an amazing view to her prior show. G'raha could barely think straight as her pressure had breath escaping him. He released his length to hold her aright, loins ablaze as he gripped and played with her plush flesh while his leaking tip rubbed and bumped her firmly, prodding for just the right spot. She didnt seem to find this game fun as she arched again, mewling her dissatifaction at his timely teasing.

"Rahaaaaa," She whined, her tail shifting to straddle her left hip once more in her hopes of being fucked proper. The telling stance of prostration, of giving oneself to another was usually what got her the plowing she desired but G'raha wasn't thinking normally this time around.

Her heat triggering his own made him extra distracted by everything he felt and heard and smelled and saw. "Pleeeeease, please give me what I waaaaant." She begged, wiggling her hips between his fingers. He held back a groan at the unfamilliarly lewd tone in her voice, repressing the urge to rut into her until bottoming out each and everytime. Squeezing her sides roughly, he listened to her hum and groan at his gesture before he answered her.

"Tell me what you want, Love. Im listening."

She whimpered below him, her ass pushing up into him again, though as she did this her head and shoulders began to rise. He leaned to meet her halfway, kissing her ears and squeezing one of her breasts as she tried to twist just enough to kiss him. When their mouths finally connected, she nipped and sucked his bottom lip, causing him to groan and edge into her, though he was not even close to her opening. Any kind of pressure ended up being stimulating to torturousness, and he himself was quite included by the sensation.

"I want to be filled by you, Raha. Please, please, breed me into submission. I cannot stand it, please, Raha." Her right hand cupped his face as she pressed in to kiss him again. "I've already pleased myself three times and it's not enough. I may go crazy before I calm again."

It was like she was mouthing his length, her words stirred him on so.

"Please, fuck me... Fuck me until I cannot function." The last line she allowed was like fire branded into his gut. Groaning, he assumed the position he'd take her in, gripping the base of her tail so as to hear that lovely 'ahhn' sound she couldnt bite back even if she wanted to. Gods, he loved that she was so sensitive and responsive to his touch.

"Oh Love," He murmured into her twitching ear, near drooling as he swallowed hard in his roused anticipation. "-Fully do I intend to."

Gripping her tightly, he allowed his nails to dig into her as he pressed his length-tip against her sopping, swollen entrance. G'raha couldnt fully see her face at this angle but her snarling, heated moan of a response gave him reason to believe he'd heard a smile form on his wife's lips.

Gods be damned, she is intoxicating like this.

His right hand lowered to help spread her apart and allow entry to her fiery core. As his cap lipped under her pleasure-slicked folds, he began his slow, lengthy push inside her with a strained hiss of want. She was no different as she stiffened beneath him with a quick gasp in response. There was so much heat between them as he went that by the time he'd bottomed out within her, they were both breathless and shaking, his hands that gripped her seemingly twitchy as he found his bearings again. "Fuuck, Love." He let the words escape freely, her tight insides pulsing and gripping him, her walls twitching and adjusting to his presence. After a moment, she groaned, urging him to start, to which he patted and rubbed his fingers up her rib flesh. "It's a heat, Love. We need to start slow. Let me savor you... Reap the rewards for longer."

"I dont want it longer, I want a substantial orgasm that frees me from the constant pulsing. I want you to fill me with cum." She huffed, ears twitching vigorously as G'raha remembered that she had never cycled this way before. Her frustration must be near unbearable, he thought, feeling foggy and lovingly sympathetic.

Her ears suddenly and quietly dropped. G'raha's heart faltered at the notion of her potential sadness and he almost began to apologize for his thoughtlessness, but she continued before he got the chance. "I want to be filled by you, be full of your seed..." She then whispered something quieter.

"I want to quicken with your kits so ferociously, it physically hurts."

He'd only just heard it and began to process, but it pulled a gravelly sound from him almost immediately.

"Wicked white, Y/N." He growled, ears levelling similarly to hers as that coiling heat flooded his lower body in response.

The phrase was just a bit too dangerous for him to hear at the moment, not with what he felt, not with where he'd planted himself so deeply.

As his hands steadied and his tail swivelled in motivation, G'raha recoiled and bucked back into her with a swift motion. Y/N near bounced onto the bed with a stout cry, her fingers tightening around the comforters for what little stability existed there. He repeated the movement a few more times before he pushed her body farther up the bed so she could fully stabilize.

She groaned almost with a gurgle in her throat, enjoying his physical innovation. He lifted her right leg to curl it to herself as he made two valid attempts to flip her to her back. The third was a success, so he pressed her leg to straighten and arch over his shoulder. Now that she faced him, G'raha could see her pretty, flushed face as he ground himself into her clit. Her lips parted slightly as he filled her, ilm by ilm, and her loving, steamed expression held his gaze. He didnt know how he could love her any more than he already did, but it always seemed to happen again and again. He blamed her eyes.

Her mouth.

Her voice.

That holy way she panted his name like a heated prayer. How her existence in his life made him ache so roughly he could swear she'd enchanted him.

G'raha let his right hand press upon her lower tummy just inches above her opening as his left thickly squeezed her raised thigh. The tightness seemed to agree with her as her eyes rolled back and her head leaned so that her chin faced the ceiling. Her sounds grew more high-pitched and wanting. He could barely breathe as his release suddenly felt so damn close.

"You're so gods-damned beautiful, Love." He moaned to her, which felt like they came out more as strangled whimpers and gasps from his pleasure-fog. She responded with clenching and mewls of gratitude slung with pleasure, her hand rose to clamp onto one of their pillows and her freed breasts bounced and jiggled against their love making. He tried as hard as possible to hold his climax back, but try as he might, he only edged closer with every choked sob she made. With some form of luck, just when he believed he'd surely bust, her hips shivered and went taut as she gasped "Raha,-Ahh fuck I'm gonna-" her quick, urgent words shifted into nearly screamed moans and whines as her insides shuddered and pulled on him, back arching as her tail curled in her lengthy orgasm.

"Ahh, Good girl..." He groaned, coming undone himself. "Good girl, fuuuuck, Love, Y/N-Ah!" Letting out a choked breath of air he responded to her in kind, her moans and tight pulsing climax coaxing his 'nearly-there' orgasm. His vision went white as he spilled his seed, her insides milking him as he sputteringly rode his high.

His eyes were staring at Y/N's hips and his own hands as he became visually aware again, she was still panting after her own orgasm as she stared at him, a grateful smile on her mouth. As he pulled his hands away from where he'd somehow buried them in her sides, he started the crawl up to kiss her. He took pause as he noticed her hip was roughly marked up by his own grasp. He'd squeezed too tightly, he realized with a flash of guilt. He gently pulled himself out, kissing her torso and rubbed tenderly upon the bruising. "Apologies, my heart, I did not mean-"

"The way you gripped me at the end," she interrupted breathily, sitting up to kiss his head. "Is it wrong of me to want more? The tighter it became, I... I think that's the fastest I've come to you." Even after filling her to the hilt and knowing her in all her bluntness, G'raha was shocked he could still respond with flushing at his wife's words as he breathlessly laughed, pressing kisses to her stomach. Her tastes bordered masochism, he knew, but he didnt like the thought of adding to her scarring. He never wanted to be the reason she hurt. Ever.

The warrior smiled, eyes half-lidded from the shared high. "As much as I love how you worry about my well-being, if it hurt, I promise you would know first." Her left hand rose to cup his face yet again and he leaned into it, closing his eyes secondarily. Reopening them, he slowly moved forward to claim her mouth with his own as her arms wrapped round the back of his neck and shoulders to hold fast, fingers twirling his tight braid. From lips to neck to breasts, he kissed and lapped and suckled her skin until he met a pearled nipple, swiftly collecting it unto his tongue. She hummed at the sensation, tugging his hair until he firmly bit down. After a small cry of pleasure, she then purred as she bucked her hips into his stomach. His tail swished playfully as he hummed around her soft flesh, swishing his tongue atop the pinkish peak. Her fingers clawed his shoulders, not hard enough to puncture but so close it edged his anxiety, extending the rush he recieved through their love-play. Pulling his right leg up, he heard a solid thump as it connected with the bed frame. Both of their sets of ears twitched at the sound. His feet did feel a bit heavy, now that he was not actively fulfilling his inspiration's physical needs and his full brain was yet again free.

"Love," She mused, sounding humored. "Did you forget to relieve your poor feet of shoes?" He scoffed mirthfully as he pulled up and away from her breast, pulling nipple with his teeth for a snap back release. She gasped lightly and bit her lip, her bright eyes still honed lovingly in on him.

"So it would seem." He gratified, nosing a path up her chest as he nipped her collarbone and her soft throat, "Your smell had me thinking too fast for my own good." He sighed as his bite came to rest upon her jawline, receiving little sighs and moans for his gentle touches and bitten kisses. Her knees squeezed his ribs as her tail rose to brush his Circle of Knowing mark on his left shoulder and she bit his reddish ear. A heated breath escaped him as he began to kiss her cheek and he suddenly felt a scraping on his nipples. The warrior bucked her hips up again, only this time it was levelled with his pelvis. G'raha let his body lower fully onto hers with a gasp, her pressure just asking for him to get hard again. With her heat triggering him, this was not a difficult thing to attain.

"You wouldn't be ready for another round, would you?" She mewled needily into the ear she'd freshly bitten, her thumbs digging into his chest as her thigh movement gave friction to the lower places that they touched. He began to shift his foot to escape the shoes he'd left on prior as she teased, pushing it against the frame and his other gave the heel a firm kick. It dropped to the floor after he shook the leg and did the same to the other.

"Thaliak, this really is a heat." He groaned, the warmth in his crotch growing yet again from her shifting. That was barely a cool down at all, and she was already suggesting more. He stroked her cheek, leaning in for another kiss and biting her lip as the hand that had stroked her went down between them to stroke a bit lower. He spoke as she responded with a mewl of pleasure. "As much as I know it is frustrating, Love, I am glad to be able to indulge in this part of life with you." He pushed his forehead to hers. She returned the gesture, humming her understanding as she arched into him to nuzzle close.

"I can say I only like it when you are here rather than play alone myself. It's much more enjoyable with you, Raha. Especially now that we have all this time to enjoy it." She purred, taking her nails and pulling them up his sides. He shivered under them, pushing his head into her neck.

"You asked earlier if I was ready for another. I can safely say-" he bit into her throat gently, rolling his hips into hers with a soft grunt, to which she breathed out a pleasurable high note.

"-That now, I most definitely am."