#im losing my fucking marbles

[wehaveagathering]

[slutbuny]

Oh this new dose of E and Prog has me damn near feral.

I need someone to romantically sink their fucking teeth into me. Ideally into my neck or shoulder.

Fuck.

[beetlejuicesgraveyardrevue]

gorgeous gorgeous fucking violence who do you wanna be who do you wanna be who do you wanna be when you grow up i wanna be a guitar

[oasisofgalaxies]

IM GOING TO EAT MY PHONE

[imaginryfriend]

actually insane having your entire life fall apart in like two weeks. how is that allowed?

[the-unofficial-village-idiot]

Signs I'm fucking spiralling (sort of in order of intensity):

Oh, , we're really in it now.

Hurt/comfort fic time!

I should listen exclusively to the mountain goats and/or mccafferty

Rambling to myself alone in my car with the music turned up decently high

Reobsessing over shows I watched in middle school (either from before it got bad or from when it was really bad, depending on everything)

[moth-guts-everywhere]

IM LOSING MY FUCK8NG MARBLES.

[dizzy-izzy-in-a-tizzy]

BRO THIS LASTED SO MUCH LONGER THAN SCREENCAPS MAKE IT SEEM

for science

[kipxan]

i, professorstar, writer of letters of recommendation, call upon the admissions office to look down on this undergraduate. she has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and i commend her to you as a graduate student in her turn.

[aumtzitism]

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[strangerhands]

OHMYGODOHKYGODOHMYGODOHNYGODOUHJTGOFOUKMGUODHDIOFHDKFNFNOHYMOFGGFKFNDJWYSKFHOHMYGOFOGHMFYOFHGKFOFUFNDKOUNKYIOFGFOHMYFUCKINGGOD FEN IM SCREAMING AND CREAMING AND RIPPING MY SHEETS APART HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE GASP I GUSPED UPON SEEING THIS IM GONNA EAT MY WALLS OHMYGOD IM GONNA BREAK MY FACE THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE YES LETS FUCKING GO BABY

*resisting the urge to copy and paste and react to every single fucking line there is because everything is too incredible*

OHMYFUCKINGGOD FEN. FEN. FEN FEN FEN. FEN. FENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. I AM SO INSANE OVER THEM GRHRJABFBBWJFBSHFBSJDDHDHDBG THIS WAS SO SO SO FUCKING GOOD AND HOT AND SEXY AND DELICIOUS AND SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT NMGNGBSHFBDKGBFEBFN FUCKKKKKK. i. i. i. iiiiii. i bow down to you. i am kneeling on the floor for you. i thank you. i owe you. my life. i will die for you. bless you fen. you are a master at your craft. thank you. thank you. thank you.

i literally teared up at this because of how insane and feral trine makes me. i am so dead serious. the visceral reactions this series pulls from me are no fucking joke. i really cant even just react to one single line right now because this whole reblog would just be me pasting out this entire fic and screaming about EVERYTHING.

thinking about AnselemxReaderxBlue where the reader wakes up to Anselem spooning baby Blue n playing with him while they wait for her to wake 👀 I can’t decide if she’d love watching them rock into each other or punish them for getting started without her

I am so sorry this took so long and also I got a bit carried away...

Trine [4]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •

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Warnings: errrrrrrr, reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, Blue being such a sub, begging, teasing, edging, dacryphilia - a bit, p in v sex, hand jobs, spanking, anal fingering, cream pies, oral (f receiving), there's the smallest bit of german in here, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2490

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Blue whimpers weakly, pressing his face into the pillow to try to quieten the moans that catch in his throat. 

Anselm growls softly behind him, his chest pressed against his back and nipping lightly at his earlobe before sucking hard at his neck. Blue sobs, his spine bowing as Anselm’s hand keeps fisting his cock, speeding up and then slowing down the second Blue tries to chase his high. 

���Aww, my kleine blau,” Anselm whispers, chuckling in his ear and Blue whines desperately. “So loud. Do you want to wake my wife, hmm? Think she’ll take pity on you do you?” He presses his free hand against Blue’s forehead and pulls him back, exposing his neck even more. “She won’t.” He hisses and bites again at his ear. 

Blue squirms, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “Please, Anselm, please.” 

“Aww, you beg so prettily, my love.” Anselm’s hand rapidly increases for a moment before he slows painfully. “Why would I ever want to give you what you want when you sound and look so sweet like this?” 

A sob of frustration leaves Blue’s lips, forgetting momentarily that you are sleeping next to him. You stir a little at the sound, still feeling the warm pull of slumber and ache in your muscles from the previous evening's activities. 

Anselm stoves two fingers into Blue’s mouth and rapidly increases the movement of his wrist, purposefully making the slap, slap, slap of skin echo louder around the room and Blue’s choked whines more pitiful. 

He bites down hard on Blue’s neck, intentionally pulling a sharp muffled sob from his throat. 

Anselm’s eyes, dark and predatory, are glued to yours as you wake fully and take in the scene before you. 

Blue gazes imploringly, reaching his hands out for you needily. But Anselm quickly removes his fingers from his mouth and pins Blue’s arms to his chest. 

“Naughty, naughty,” he hisses just before he licks a hot stripe up Blue’s neck.  He looks back to you and smiles sweetly, “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” 

Blue cries out desperately. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I did. Did you sleep at all, or have you been torturing Blue the whole night?” 

Anselm grins wickedly. “Only for the last, oh… thirty minutes or so.” 

Blue sobs, arching his back and trying to buck his hips to meet Anselm’s hand. “Please,” he looks to you with tears in his eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth. And you can’t help but smile. 

You shift a little towards him and lean forward just enough to lightly brush your lips against his. 

Blue lets out another sweet whimper. His lips are hot and wet from where he keeps biting them. He darts his tongue out, briefly licking into your mouth as he opens his, retreating back and urging you to follow. 

You growl, grabbing hold of his cheeks and stroking his skin as you slip your tongue past his lips and kiss him deeply. He tries to push himself against you, straining against Anselm’s tight hold while his hips still buck desperately to reach his high. 

He wants to sink into the sensations, melt between the both of you and become liquid in your hands. 

Anselm stops his movements altogether, squeezing the base of Blue’s cock firmly. He can’t take it anymore and sobs loudly, tears in the corners of his eyes and slipping out from the constant edging. He breaks the kiss with you pitifully, biting his lip and shuddering. 

“You’re being mean,” you say playfully, swatting Anselm’s arm lightly while you stroke Blue’s cheeks. Acting as if his tears didn’t send heat racing downwards. 

“Am I, my love?” He grins wickedly despite the faux innocence in his voice. 

“Very.” You smile back. 

“You’d spoil him if he was all yours, you know?” He chuckles, enjoying how Blue squirms in his arms when he’s being ignored like this, how his breathing increases. 

“Oh, would I?” You lean forward and kiss Anselm lightly, barely a touch of your lips. 

He groans and grabs hold of the back of your neck, keeping you in place so that he can lick into your mouth as he pleases. His grip is firm, warm and sure as he steals the breath from your lungs. 

Blue places a light kiss to your neck, nuzzling into your skin for a moment before whining loudly as Anselm squeezes his cock firmly once more. He breaks the kiss but keeps his hand on the back of your neck as he tuts at Blue. 

“Naughty naughty, trying to get on her good side.” He kisses you again, swiping his tongue over yours. “My love, he deserves to be punished.” 

You chuckle and Blue pouts and whines. “Anselm,” but you barely get the word out before he kisses you deeply. 

“I should tie him to the bed and fuck you on top of him until he’s sorry.” 

Blue squirms, shaking his head rapidly and practically sobbing. Panic gripping his chest at the idea he’s upset Anselm that much. 

You stroke his cheeks, seeing the distress on his face. You kiss his forehead. “It’s just play.” Anselm quickly nuzzles Blue’s neck, sucking a love bite onto his pulse point. “My sweet little thing,” he hushes in Blue’s ear. “So good for me, for us.” He places another quick kiss to his cheek before moving back and leaning over so he can rummage in his bedside table and pulls out a bottom of lube. 

Blue nestles into you, kissing along your jaw, one hand on your hip while the other squeezes your breast.

“Please,” he mutters against your skin, so desperate and horny he can’t even think straight. “Please, can I?” He slides his hand under your soft thigh and hitches your leg over his, nudging the thick head of his weeping cock at your entrance. 

He hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels how wet you are. How his tip glides through your stick folds. “You like this?” He mutters desperately, “like seeing me so desperate?” He bites his lip, trying to stop the shallow thrusts of his hips, trying not to sink inside your tight, wet heat. 

“I do.” You whisper, running your nails along his scalp and he shudders, gasping. 

“Please,” he groans, his eyelids fluttering in an effort to keep them open. “Please, need you both to use me. Need to come with you both.” 

"So, eager to please mein Süßer.” Anselm kneels over you both, pushing lightly between Blue’s shoulder blades so he turns, pushing you onto your back and him on top of you. 

Anselm smacks his ass once and Blue yelps in surprise more than pain, pouting. 

You can’t suppress your giggle. 

“You can’t help yourself,” Anselm tuts, “I move away for eine Minute and you’re already begging to get balls deep in my wife.” 

Blue squirms. “I-”

Anselm cuts him off with two sharp slaps to each ass cheek that has Blue wailing and biting his lip. The pain spreads deliciously up his spine, settling in the base of his cock. The weight of it is almost too much to bear. 

Anselm nods his head to you, and you smile. “Legs up, my love.” He asks softly, and you do as he requests, wrapping your legs around Blue and crossing your ankles over the small of his back. 

Anselm is the one that grabs Blue’s leaking cock and lines him up with your aching pussy. He pushes on Blue’s ass to guide him inside, holding his hip to stop him from thrusting in too quickly. 

Blue whines as he follows Anselm’s directions perfectly, gazing down at you with lust drunk eyes. “Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you,” falls out of his mouth with every sweet inch that plunges deeper, squeezing him so tight and making him lightheaded. “You feel so good, I’m-” His breath hitches, “I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry, I’m-”

Anselm smacks his ass hard again, his skin reddening quickly. The jolt forces him in the last few centimetres, presses him flush against you and he groans loudly. 

The stretch has you tensing, arching up towards him as he presses deliriously deep, rubbing perfectly against the source of your ache. 

“You’re not going to cum just yet,” Anselm pats the handprint he’s left on Blue’s skin, and Blue nods rapidly, eyes screwed tight as he tries to get a hold of himself. 

Anselm gazes down at you, leaning forward for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “You okay, my love?” 

You nod and swallow, hardly able to form words with the onslaught of sensation. The tip of Blue’s cock is nudging at your sweet spot, practically vibrating with how he’s shaking. 

“We didn’t play with you beforehand,” he says sweetly in your ear, half in genuine concern, the other just an excuse to rile you up even more. 

“It’s good.” You breathe. “He’s…” you gasp as Blue wriggles ever so slightly. 

“He’s in exactly the right position,” Anselm nods as he speaks and sits up. “Good. Hear that Blue?” He smacks his ass one more time. The force sends a jolt through his limbs and both you and Blue moan headily at how you move together. 

Anselm smiles, “So, you heard her Blue.” 

He nods rapidly. 

“Perfect spot. So no moving.” He pushes Blue’s ass firmly down. “Not even a centimetre out, understand?” 

Blue nods again. 

Anselm flicks open the bottle of lube and coats his middle and forefinger liberally. “I’m going to move you.” 

Blue frowns for a moment in confusion, about to ask what he means. But his words are cut off by a gasp as Anselm presses his fingers against Blue’s entrance. He shivers, whines in surprise and for a second you worry. Your walls involuntarily clenching down on him. 

“Wait-” You start.

“Plleeaaasssee,” Blue begs, tears running down his cheeks. “Oh fuck, please, just, just get up there, get inside, get-” he moans so loudly it’s almost a scream as Anselm presses in deep, pushing past his tight drink of muscle and strokes deep. 

Blue shakes, trembling with sensation as Anselm’s fingers press and your cunt squeezes. Pleasure explodes behind his eyes, runs along his limbs as Anselm pushes, rocks him against you as if he were a puppet completely under Anselm’s control. 

You gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he moves, rocking his hips against you at a mind-numbing pace that has you seeing stars. 

Blue shrieks as Anselm finds his prostate, his orgasm exploding along every nerve and tensing his muscles. He sobs as he comes, his hips moving of their own accord as he floats above his body in bliss. He pumps load after load of hot, thick cum into you, his body running on autopilot as he collapses on top of you. 

Anselm slowly removes his fingers and kisses his shoulders as you kiss his temple. You both hug him for a moment, whispering soothing words as he stays boneless before you both help him up and onto his back on the pillows. 

Anselm licks up the mess on his cock  before he takes hold of your hips and presses you back against the mattress. 

“Such a lovely mess.” He mutters, fisting his own cock for a second before he sinks into you and groans. “Ah, has made you so,” he growls, snapping his hips hard and fast, “needy,” you whine underneath him as he sits up, changing the angle so he can fuck into you rapidly. “So wet, and warm,” he snarls, sweat beading on his temples. 

He places his hand on your chest, between your breasts and keeps you pinned flat to the bed. 

You whine against him, your body hurtling you towards your orgasm as he takes and takes and takes. The way his hips move, the deep, precise thrusts he has memorised, ingrained into his very fibre of being to make you see stars. 

The slap, slap, slap of his thick cock against you, the way he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in breaks Blue from his daze. His cock twitches despite his mind-shattering orgasm a moment before. 

He groans watching, shuffles forward and kisses you sweetly, the action so soft and sweet it almost breaks you in two. 

“Here,” Anselm groans, strain in his voice well covered by his affection for you both. He gently but firmly guides Blue’s head away from you and presses him towards your centre. “Put your mouth to better use.” 

Your cry is sharp, almost alien to your own ears as Blue’s tongue darts out and flicks against your clit as Anselm thrusts against your g spot repeatedly. 

You squirm under both of them, both trying to get closer but also shy away from the pleasure. 

Blue latches onto your clit, moaning as he sucks, his eyes rolling back into his head. Anselm groans as you pulse around him, he keeps a steady hand on the back of Blue’s head and grabs your tight, hiking it high on his hip. Your breathing hitches and he knows you’re close. 

“Take me so well, my love,” he groans, bowing forward ever so slightly as you squeeze around him, your body sucking him deep and fighting to keep him inside. “Made for me, made for us.” 

Blue moans in agreement, looking at you with large, heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Cum on my cock, want to feel you come apart and scream.” 

You whine, so close you can taste it. 

“Want you to-” Anselm groans suddenly as Blue snakes his hand up his thigh, squeezes his ass before dipping lower and cupping his balls. He massages them in the warmth of his palm and Anselm’s vision goes white. 

You gasp as Blue mewls against you, lapping at your clit and gazing up at you, knowing exactly what he's doing. 

Anselm thrusts deeply, the knot in his stomach clenching, his balls tightening and you throw your head back as you come. Your orgasm robbing you of your strength. 

Anselm comes a second later, groaning as your walls squeeze and pulsate and pull him down with you. He bucks shallowly as he fills you to the brim and mixes with the mess Blue made. 

Blue keeps sucking your clit until you stop shaking and your muscles relax. He slowly removes his mouth from you, his hand from Anselm and moves to sit up. 

But you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down neck to you kissing his cheeks and nose and lips until he’s giggling and snuggling into your side.

You use your other arm to pull Anselm down on top of you, kiss his temple, his scars, nuzzle into his beard and nip at his bottom lip. 

He sighs into your embrace, presses his face into your neck and breathes deeply while he hugs both of you tightly. 

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[inkyrainstorms]

I can’t believe I’ve never seen anyone mention that Fords college counselor told him multiple times, point blank, to ‘seek therapy’ OH MY GOSH. This man 😭😭 his issues have issues and keep ignoring the help that the people around him try to give him bc he believes he needs to do stuff on his own. The foreshadowing is wild. Stanley, the college counselor, and Fiddleford, all of them trying to reach this man and tell him it’s okay to ask for help.

I hope he and Stanley both got the therapy they needed post-Weirdmaggedon. Or at least talked through their issues like function (semi functional) people

[cent-scratchnsniff]

wednsyy :)

[eggnogs-fever-dream]

im sick im SO SICK THIS GAME I HHATE IT HERE

[cxtxphile]

im so sane and normal about him i swear im not going insane i promise