#im going to be so annoying about the rest of this

[chrattho1]

voice messages bsf!chris sends to reader ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

warnings: suggestive comments

more of this au here !!

one ✮ do you ever just-like stare at your titties *chuckles* in the mirror *laughs at what he’s about to say* like-wow i have got some great tits-because if i were a woman…whew

two ✩ do you want pizza cuz’ i want some pizza tell me if you want some pizza…lets go get some pizza pleaaase

three ✩ dude im so itchy *sighs* uhhgh-*groans and whines* this is so annoying…..*long sigh*…do you think the moon landing was fake?

four ✩ AAAH *screams*-im plugged to the-fuck MATT TURN IT DOWN—the period simulator-r—i think i am dy-FUCK-how do—do you guys do this?

five ✩ FUCK HER IN MY CHAIN, YOU CAN SEE ME IN THE NIGHT TOLD HER “BEND IT OVER” LET ME EAT IT WITH SOME ICE…*mumbles the rest of the song*….*silence* will you let me eat it with some ice? *dies laughing at his own comment*

six ✩ ok so *breath hitches* even though i would very much like it if i wouldn’t have to give it back but um*small laugh*…you left one of your bras here…did you walk out without one or..?

seven ✩ the cashier girl didn’t work out by the way-i just… *inhales sharply* dont know, i didn’t want to—so i stood her up *sighs*, i know i know i am an ass but at least i didn’t fuck and dip?

eight ✩*sniffles* dude-i just watched this-*chuckles between his tears* —this video of an old couple—this is so cute-i dont know why i am crying *laughs*

nine ✩ guess who i fucking saw today…hint? you’re going to scream and die *cackle*

ten ✩ i know you’re on your way over here to talk about what i said last night *sighs* i just-want you to know before we have this conversation-i can’t lose our friendship *breath hitches* so whatever happens just-just promise me nothing will change…also while you’re at the gas station can you pick me up some nerds ropes with the pepsi? thank you *kissing sound*

a/n: this was inspired by that one bf!matt series but i can’t find it so if you can please send it to me so i can link it !

taglist: @espressqe @ginswife @sturnsburna @carolina454 @hope2244 @hotgirlbl0gger @violetstxrniolo777 @riggysworld @verycoolmiyah @fadedstvrn @purpledreamertyphoon @mattsplaything @whore4chris @chris-halleluja @annsx03 @mattsdemi @chrislittleslut @poolover123 @luvvnai @chrissturniolossidehoe @pompomprrin @harmonysturniolo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @soph-loren @ccsturns @lovesturni0l0s @chriss-slutt @wysmols @sturniolosluttt @mattsdillion @alyssa-sturn @bilssturns @sturnobessed @mxnsonn @izzylovesmatt @sturniolosymphony @chrissturnioloswife88 @sxphiee3 @purpledreamertyphoon @whoreforchrissturnniolo @slutformatt17 @realuvrrr @sweetxcheeryx @sturnl0ve @estellesdoll @glitterybtch @courta13 @mattsbitchh @slvtf0rchr1s @trevorsgodmother

[hollaforlyla]

Happy late Valentine's day!! could you write for Shadow x reader and they're already in an established relationship but reader is still new to relationships and is also REALLY touchstarved? Have a good day/night!

" LEARNING TO BE LOVED " ── shadow x gn!reader

so like, reader is me fr 🫶🏻 no warnings, i think, very detailed ── maybe too detailed 💀 but i love shadow, i love this concept, so im not complaining 💗 plz enjoy!!

pairing: shadow x reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Being with Shadow was the best thing that had ever happened to you. But even after months of dating, you still struggled with certain aspects of your relationship—mainly, touch.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be close to him. In fact, you craved it. Your entire body longed for warmth, for comfort, for the feeling of being held. But years of going without it had made you hesitant, unsure. The idea of simply taking what you wanted felt foreign, like it was something you hadn’t quite earned.

Shadow had never pressured you. He wasn’t overly affectionate himself, but he was perceptive, and you knew he noticed your hesitations. He always let you take the lead when it came to touch, but that was part of the problem—you didn’t know how to take the lead. You didn’t know how to ask.

Tonight, you were curled up on the couch beside him, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were truly watching it. The flickering screen cast dim light over the room, making the atmosphere feel warmer, softer. Shadow sat beside you, his usual rigid posture slightly relaxed as he rested one arm on the back of the couch.

Your fingers twitched slightly in your lap, a silent war waging in your mind. You wanted to lean against him. You wanted to feel his warmth. But every time you worked up the courage, doubt would creep in.

Would he think you were being needy? Would he get annoyed?

“…Something wrong?”

Shadow’s voice broke the silence, his tone low but not unkind. You looked up at him, startled. His crimson eyes were focused on you, analyzing, waiting.

“I…” You hesitated, your fingers gripping the hem of your sleeve. “No. I just…”

Shadow’s eyes flicked downward, catching the way your hands clenched. He was silent for a moment before exhaling softly.

“You don’t have to ask,” he said simply.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I can tell you want something,” he continued. “If you need… anything, just say it.”

His voice was calm, patient—so utterly Shadow. The words were simple, but to you, they felt like permission. Like a safety net.

Swallowing hard, you hesitantly inched closer, pressing against his side. You half-expected him to tense up or pull away, but he didn’t. Instead, he adjusted ever so slightly, allowing you to settle comfortably against him. Your heart pounded as you carefully rested your head against his shoulder, his fur soft and warm against your cheek.

And then, slowly—hesitantly—Shadow lifted his arm from the couch and wrapped it around you.

The moment his hand settled against your back, something inside you cracked.

Warmth spread through your chest, overwhelming in its gentleness. You had spent so long aching for this kind of comfort, and now that you had it, it almost felt unreal. Your throat tightened, and before you could stop yourself, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the fabric of Shadow’s furred chest, as if afraid he might disappear.

His arm tightened around you in response. Not enough to smother, but enough to ground you.

A shaky breath escaped you.

“…Thank you,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Shadow didn’t reply right away. He didn’t need to. Instead, his hand moved in slow, careful strokes along your back, his touch firm yet cautious—like he was trying to memorize you just as much as you were memorizing him.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he finally murmured. “You deserve this.”

Your breath hitched.

You had never thought about it that way before. You had always felt like affection was something you had to earn—something fragile that could be taken away if you weren’t careful. But here Shadow was, holding you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like you deserved to be held.

The weight of that realization made your eyes sting, and before you could stop yourself, you nuzzled further into his chest. Shadow let out a small breath—something between a sigh and a chuckle—but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he held you closer.

Neither of you spoke after that. You didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, wrapped in Shadow’s warmth, you finally felt safe.

And for once, you let yourself believe you were worthy of it.

RAAAHHHH IM GOING MENTAL

[mrsdillonx]

Hey queen! :3

Could you do a fic with like domestic Dallas Winston? Tysm!!

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 - (𝐝.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: so basically, i hope this is what you meant by domestic. im not the smartest so. but if you meant something else, send another request and i will rewrite it! also this is lowkey rlly bad.. so im rlly sorry😭

wc: 1k

warnings: none

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you had been clung to your boyfriend’s side all night, and surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying. two-bit and tim looked back and forth between you both, waiting for the moment that dallas would shove you off and gripe about personal space, or that you were messing up his shots as he played pool. but it never came.

the boys had noticed that in the two months you and dallas had been together, he seemed to have more patience. only with you though. he was still the same hotheaded seventeen year old he was when he was with them and everyone else.

but with you, he was as soft as a rotten banana.

you needed help? he’d drop anything for you. you wanted to cuddle? he didn’t care where he was he’d hold you. if someone made fun of you? he’d be calling a rumble on your behalf.

and in private it was so much worse. it confused the gang, but none of them brought it up. because who wanted to have a broke nose?

you were tired, and you wanted to go home. it stunk in here. it smelt of sweat, beer, weed, cigarette smoke, perfume, cologne, sex and so much more headache inducing smells. you felt like you wanted to puke. you had your knees to your chest, as you laid your head on dallas’ shoulder. he paid no mind, and continued talking to his friends, and drinking his beer. he had one hand wrapped around your waist, fiddling with the hem of your jacket, and rubbing the skin underneath.

dallas paused to take a drink of his beer and noticed your distant look. almost a pout even. he set his beer down and tugged you closer, which got your attention. you flicked your gaze up to his face as he spoke. “what’s wrong, baby, hm?” he spoke softly.

you sighed, leaning into his touch even more. you wanted to tell him, but he seemed content, having fun with his friends. you didn’t wanna ruin it. “nothing, i’m okay.” you spoke quietly, lying your head back down.

but of course, he wasn’t buying it. he sighed and tilted your chin up to face him again. “bullshit,” he spoke, firmly but gently at the same time. “what’s going through your pretty little head, huh?”

your lip jutted out in a pout and you gave him those eyes. “i’m tired, dal. and it stinks in here, it’s giving me a headache. i wanna go.” you admitted quietly, feeling immediately guilty for wanting to leave.

“awe,” he tutted, rubbing your side softly. “c’mon, let’s get you home.”

you barely had anytime to protest before he grabbed your waist, forcing you to stand with him. “c’mon, up you go.”

tim and two-bit paused their conversation, looking at dallas and you with a confused look. “where ya goin’?” tim asked gruffly. “we’re leaving, taking her home. see y’all later.” dallas spoke shortly, taking one last swig of his beer before wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar before the boys could say anything.

“i’m sorry for making us leave.” you spoke, turning to face him as he shut your bedroom door.

“you ain’t gotta apologize for nothin’, sweetheart. i ain’t mad.” he spoke softly, walking over to you and cupping your cheeks, kissing your forehead.

you smiled softly, closing your eyes for a moment. he rubbed his thumbs up and down your cheeks before leaning down to kiss your lips next. you relaxed into the kiss, resting your palms against his chest until you pulled away for breath. “go get changed, angel.” he spoke softly. you turned to go to your dresser, and he gave your ass a little swat to which you playfully glared back.

he chuckled and sat on your bed, taking his shoes off, perching them at the end of your bed. you made your way over to your dresser, rummaging in the drawers. you pulled out a t-shirt, that belonged to dallas and some comfy shorts, beginning to change into them.

dallas shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over your vanity chair. he then pulled off his shirt, and shoved off his jeans, climbing under your covers, digging a stuffed animal out from under his back. “ouch.”

you giggled and grabbed the stuffed animal from him, putting him at the end of the bed. he smiled and you made your way over, turning the lamp off and climbing in beside him, curling into his side and resting your head between his collarbone and jaw.

“there ya go,” he spoke softly, raking his hands through your hair. the other grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up to drape across his lower abdomen. you complied and got comfortable yourself, resting one hand on his chest. “comfy?”

you hummed in response, tracing soft shapes into his chest as he did your thigh.

“nice shirt,” he commented with a chuckle. “when’d you take that one?”

you smiled, tilting your head up to kiss his lips softly. “i have my ways.”

he chuckled, the sound rumbling through you, he wrapped his hand to cup the nape of your neck, bringing you back down to kiss you again.

when he pulled away you tucked your head back down, as he began to run his fingers through your hair.

“if you’re tired, honey, go to sleep. i’ve gotcha.” he spoke softly against the top of your head, pressing a soft kiss to it.

you hummed softly, your eyes closing. “are you gonna be gone in the morning?”

“no, baby, i’ll be right here.” he whispered softly. “i promise…”

“goodnight, dally,” you whispered against his warm skin, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. “i love you.”

“i love you too, sweet girl.” he whispered, kissing your hairline and getting comfortable himself before you both fell asleep.

you always waited for the moment he’d not say it back. where he’d get tired of putting up this sweet act. but it never came. and it never would. because it wasn’t an act.

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taglist: @socgf , @coastershells , @r0sebl00d , @ecstasqy

[urinarythreatinfection]

No one is more annoying than you tagging your hate. Seeing how you guys act, only Shuggy fans will get my support and other Shanks ships get nothing but my hate. Shuggy fans are truly the only tolerable Shanks shippers. The rest of you need to get your act together or find something else to do because you don’t even understand the story or the characters.

I literally wrote this whole thing about the problems with Shuggy but i got distracted and accidentally closed the app so im just gonna say if you really think that I'm not understanding the point or the story or the characters then you need to reread/rewatch one piece because everything Oda has put out has not been shy or subtle in showing that Buggy is toxic. Buggy stomped and stabbed Luffy's treasure, tried killing him multiple times, then in impel down Luffy forgave and struck a deal with him and Buggy tried to fuck him over again despite acknowledging himself through inner dialogue that Luffy is incredibly trusting and only a monster would betray him, and then shamelessly trying to betray him.

The whole point of his character in Impel down/Marineford is that Buggy is horrible and his karma is that he's forced to help in order to save his own ass since at every corner he's ready to betray, just like Shanks and the Roger Pirates. Shanks tried to be brotherly friends, Buggy felt inferior so he constantly picked fights, The Roger pirates raise Buggy with love, Buggy tries to steal a treasure map and devil fruit so that he can sell the fruit off and go find the treasure for himself and blames Shanks despite the reason Shanks approaches him is to check on Buggy, but Buggy still blamed Shanks despite it being his choice to be an idiot and stuff the fruit in his mouth to hide it while letting go of the map. When the Roger crew disbanded and Roger died Buggy made it about him. He said he was willing to give up "everything" for Shanks or whatever and then Shanks betrayed him and thats the whole reason why Shuggy lovers coddle Buggy and demonize Shanks but Shanks also sacrificed everything basically. He stayed behind for Buggy when Buggy was sick and missed the last of the adventures with his father figure and being able to go to the last island. Shanks sacrifices everything. Buggy was mean to Shanks even before the "betrayal" which was just Shanks saying he didn't want to go for the One Piece.

Then he blames everything on Shanks and leaves Shanks at his most vulnerable time since as the story goes on we're learning more and more that clearly something traumatizing and burdening happened to Shanks that made him give up the One Piece at that time. It was his dream too. He was always so bright and happy and hopeful and he always tried his best yet Buggy was the one who actually betrayed Shanks, running away like a coward because of his inferiority complex when Shanks was doing everything in his power to lift Buggy up. But Buggy doesn't want to be lifted up. No matter how much Shanks tried Buggy always would rather drag Shanks down with him. Now Shanks is alone, he had to go through everything alone and clearly is not okay mentally because of it from his random bouts of melacholy and burden. He longs for some sort of companion but has nothing because Buggy left and he didn't give chase, sacrificing his want for a friend in order to let Buggy leave since Shanks felt that Buggy really must hate him and would be happier leaving, he sacrificed his dominant arm to save Luffy, severely weakening himself, gave what he had left of Roger to Luffy in order to cheer the boy up, another sacrifice. Then you'd think "oh he still has his daughter" and you'd be right, he took care of her when he found her in the chest, sacrificing his youth to take care of a baby on the ship, but he had to leave her. He made himself look like the bad guy to leave her, losing the last bit of compassion in his life.

He took it hard too, Oda drew in a little sbs thing im pretty sure of Shanks despairing over it. Then, canonically, Luffy is Shanks's last hope, for everything. Shanks doesn't have a companion, no little daughter to cheer him up, no lover because he likely doesn't want to bring them into what he has on his shoulders, nothing. Yet Buggy tried to kill that hope, multiple times. And only helped Shanks with Luffy when Shanks had to trick him into it (oh the horror what a devil that redhead/s). Shanks is just a broken Luffy, he was bright and sunny and had hopes but from likely learning about the prophecy or whatever that he was not going to be JoyBoy, so he gave up his dream for the world. All of this. All of these terrible things Shanks has gone through for everyone and everything and how Buggy tries to destroy every single one of it and somehow Shuggy shipper STILL manage to coddle Buggy and treat him like some cute tsundere that was wronged by Shanks and Shanks is the one that needs to chase after Buggy because evil Shanks betrayed him. That Shanks is the stupid longing ex husband that needs his wife back and that he messrd up when Buggy is a terrible friend at the VERY best and an abusive one at worst. That is why i "hate" Shuggy. I don't tag my hate post as Shuggy because i'm some sort of ragebaiter or slanderer trying to take away the happiness that is Shuggy its because I need Shuggy people to realize that the way they portray the ship is so utterly unfair to Shanks. The story goes on and on and you find out more and more about how Shanks sacrificed so much yet you're telling ME that i "don't even understand the story and characters" like the whole dynamic of Buggy isn't that he's horrible and its funny to see him get karma while somehow surviving and that Shanks's role is to be the sacrificial lamb to everything while having no one to take atleast some of the burden off.

Shuggy people and the way they portray it is toxic. Its not just they treat Shanks like the longing ex husband for the comedy, every artwork and fic and story i've seen its always Buggy needing to be apologized to and they're serious in that being the good and what should happen option and not, i don't know, the literal bad guy abusive person being the one to go "oh shit i need to change my ways and I have to apologize and help the friend I abandoned". No its always just adding more shit to Shanks's already about to break apart plate. It's maddening seeing it. It has so much potential to be an amazing ship that can explore the relationship between someone that used to be abusive learning that they arent the victim and atoning while finding love in eachother's comfort but instead its just victim blaming 101. Shanks could end up fucking dying horribly in One Piece while Buggy watches and goes "serves you right" and somehow Shuggy lovers would go "oh nonono its actually just him being a cute tsundere and look he feels bad deep inside so its all forgived and Shanks just dies ig idk anyway poor Buggy." There is so much wrong with the ship and how its treated that all that shit about shuggy haters trying to debunk it using some shitty half assed excuse like its "emotional incest" when theres so many other problems is if i looked at a history book and was like "Yeah the colonizers of the America were definitely wrong because their wigs were weird" like thats completely insignificant! Shuggy and the way its treated as if Buggy is the wronged one and always the loved and longed after while he has his poor hurt heart closed off from years of trauma like abandoning his friend and pillaging and killing innocent civilians while using their wealth to flaunt and pretend like he's big and strong.

Shuggy should not be a fix it via victim blaming Shanks and treating him like some dumb dog that loves Buggy so much it should be using the fact that Buggy has an inferiority complex and that he longs to be in the spotlight that he slowly learns that theres a reason why he's at the bottom. That is my issue. I'm not ignoring the story i am looking st the story with everything i possibly can because I even used to be kinda alrighy with Shuggy. It is literally now that we are learning more about Shanks and that im rereading One piece and remembering how horrible Buggy is that I'm realizing how horribly its treated. I mean look I started this off that I would try and summarize it but its so hard to summarize when theres so much wrong. I'm okay with shipping, i really am, but the ship is toxic, and the "fluffy" stuff is even toxic because its just making Shanks's misery worse. I need yall to realize that. This is not mindless hate.

[itoshiidarling]

Hai hai :3 I’m unsure if you write smut, or you can consider this like a Drabble or imagine of some sort, but hear me out, something like the loser reader and yandere, except the loser reader is secretly a perverted sadist (bonus points if the yandere is a masochist :3)

helloo !!! yes, im perfectly comfortable writing smut. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

i loveee masochist yans/sadist readers so much you have no idea, but i honestly might write part 3 because i still have a different scenario in mind that i couldn't write into this ..

gn reader, gn yan

warnings — asphyxiation/choking, degradation, slapping, hair pulling, all by reader to yan

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when they're just begging you to reward them a little more, saying how good they'll keep being for you — no, scratch that, how much better they'll be for you — you can't possibly resist, right?

well, you wouldn't have, if they weren't so damn insistent on getting as close to you as possible. they're practically straddling your lap, hands on yours and putting them on their shirt's buttons.

you release your hands from their hold, “god, you're annoying.” you breathe out, glaring while they tremble a bit, but they don't get any further away from you. you grab their hair and pull backwards harshly, almost speaking before you hear a moan.

you pause. “did you just—”

you pull again. another moan. at least this time, they had the decency to close their mouth. suddenly, a question pops up in your mind.

what the fuck.

to be more exact, why in gods name are they enjoying this??

they stare at you with an insane smile on their face, hands in a praying motion. “thank you, thank you,” they repeat it like a mantra, and you swear they're going to give you another headache if they don't pipe down already.

“okay, shut up first, then we can talk about more rewards.”

immediately, they go quiet, nodding their head so obediently it makes your ego soar. you push them off of you and they stumble, but kneel on the floor. they lean their head against your legs, looking up at you like you're god and you're taking them to heaven.

you grab their chin and dig your nail into the bottom, and like you expect, their whimper is one of ecstasy. their hands instinctively move to yours, but go back to their sides immediately. “i’m still pissed off at you for losing me my job, so i’m not going to be nice. either you fuck yourself on my foot, or you stay here for the rest of tonight while i go to sleep. which one?”

you know you don't even have to ask, because they're grinding down on your leg within seconds. they make various noises of happiness and keep thanking you again and again, but a quick hand to their cheek shuts them up. well, in terms of speaking, at least. the whimper they let out is ignored. “what’d i say about talking, you freak?”

you bring your hand down to their throat and press hard to prove your point, “see? isn't it so nice when you can just shut up for once?”

their choked whines and moans might have you concerned, but the way they immediately nod their head (despite it definitely making them dizzy) and grind down even faster has you feeling nothing less than exhilaration.

you let go of their neck, but it takes every cell in your body to do so. the dazed, lovesick look in their eyes has you reeling, and you have a feeling you know exactly what they're thinking.

something along the lines of ‘hurt me more, please!’ is probably right.

so, you indulge the both of you, and pull them up to sit on your lap again while they keep rutting against you. you hear them get louder, “‘m gonna cum, please please lemme cum please..!”

you don't exactly get why they're asking for permission, but at this point? whatever. so, you relent and sigh. “sure, why not.”

the second they finish, the hand on their throat pushes down again and they barely get out a pitiful moan. you keep your fingers wrapped around them while they ride through an orgasm. when they stop moving, you let go and they essentially fall like a puppet with the strings cut into your lap.

they pant and breathe and look at you, swallowing, before mustering up as much energy as they could to speak with such a hoarse voice.

“t-thank you, mgh, c—can you do that again, please..? i'll be good, promise! ♡ ”

[two-entire-bits]

I have a confession. I do not care for the soc boys. I'm sure they have very interesting character traits and lore the actors and fandom have come up with and that is so fun and great and I know none of it and I am perfectly content with that. Shout out to all my mutuals who love the soc boys I hope you are having fun with your Ken dolls but I will not be joining you. keep slaying.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

OH. okay so normally i dont touch discourse with a 20 ft pole, but this has been niggling at my brain tonight and i finally realized why

the people who are mad at qbbh for the memory loss and “dodging consequences” dont understand that he doesnt want to dodge consequences. Like they cant know that, they werent focused on him when he was literally feeding himself to the soul vultures and planning his eventual imprisonment and also. The Many Many Many hints he made towards suicide/sacrifice/Just Fucking Dying.

ccbbh is a subtle roleplayer, he’s been building this shit up for two whole months- it was day FIVE of the eggs going missing that he resolved to do whatever it took (hurting his friends) to get the eggs back. It was day three that he followed in dapper’s footsteps and started feeding himself to the soul vultures (and gaining a Massive headwound beneath his hood in the process- you can only see it if you go on namemc and remove the layers). He’s got impaired judgement. Even the memory issues arent a new thing- i cant remember exactly when they started, but one of the first big moments i remmeber was september 30th where he spent an hour falling into a delusional frenzy searching his base for cameras that he forgot he asked aypierre to plant.

The super murder of purgatory and the memory loss afterwards probably all feels very sudden for people who havent been following his story, but as someone who has been- all of this has been true to character. The only cheap swings he’s made have been combat-based in purgatory, and even the motive for those was built up in rp.

People are calling for consequences, but he has alrwady been experiencing self-inflicted consequences for months. The blue on his usual outfit is blood. This recent memory loss isnt a restart to get away with the atrocities - it is yet another consequence of his egg-protecting complexes and the ways he punishes himself for failing them.

he is NOT a moral character. he’s a demon hiding in plain site. he has eaten people. he has killed people. he understands the cruelty of his actions, and the consequences of them for the loved ones of his victims. but it matters when that harm is being done to his loved ones. he’ll still do it, because he will do anything for the eggs, but it matters, and that means that he has already started the process of self-inflicting those much-demanded consequences

[moeblob]

"Him? Oh, you know, he's kind of a loser." - probably everyone except for his younger brother.

Germaine is based on the layer of hell (Dante's Inferno) for material wealth before self, others, and god. So basically very materialistic and possessive of his belongings. Unfortunately, his younger brother qualifies as a belonging in his mind. So he does his absolute best to keep his brother safe and sound and scratch free - which is a bit tough in a post apocalyptic setting but he mostly manages.

Also a fact I just like to mention: he is incapable of lying.

[bloodtwin]

i just love how objectively irrational & melodramatic bt puck is. he is downright unreasonable in all the worst ways possible.

everything he does is based on his current whims, but he believes he has a strict moral code that he doesn't budge on. (this is just blatantly incorrect, not that he would know that...) he bases all of his decisions purely on his emotions then justifies them by simply insisting they are what god (*ahem* himself) wants. bhaal did not fucking say that, girl. that was just you.

like he should not be in charge of anything at all ; he is not fit to be in control whatsoever. he's the most inconsistent man alive. yet somehow he is the pope for murderers.

he is so dangerous & fucking stupid but he's also very powerful & charming (in the bizarrest way possible...) & also daddy's specialest most favorite spawn so he can do whatever he wants forever. and everyone just has to let him or they die in unsettling, horrible ways.

but also he is so niceys. & very polite. somehow. just trust me. what the fuck.

[nabaath-areng]

Having to micromanage your entire physical battery day in and day out is so exhausting, especially when your ability fluctuates without rhyme or reason with every single day. I'm starting to have to reframe how I view and tackle my task lists because otherwise the grief and frustration becomes so much that I get nothing done. I'd love to complete the entire list today, but I'm gonna have to limit myself to ticking off two tasks just so I don't burn myself out to the point of being unable to do anything later...

[lemon-wedges]

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[christopher067]

hi ♡ giving a little old school wip tumblr teaseeee of a new set i have planned for the end of this month :):) hope everyone is doing well on here! i really need to check in more often..

[arolesbianism]

Y'know the fun thing abt how I've set up the society that the main stalien cast comes from is that even the most broad general trends across stalien societies tend to not apply to them. So everytime I yap about how most herds form and the general trends in their societies I just get to remember mid yapping that basically none of this will ever be evident or even come up in the main story. Damn isolated motherfuckers

[deus-ex-mona]

rage is a ✨way of life✨

[amberdagger]

HATE being asked to do things omg nooo now i’m pissed off !!

[dirt-str1der]

Yaoi has poisoned all of your fucking brains !!