#imma reblog stuff from the books now

[tenrose]

I finished the Broken Earth trilogy.

I was being a coward, pushing back reading the Stone Sky cause I knew it was gonna fuck me up so bad. And it did.

There is so much to say about this trilogy but I don't feel emotionally available enough to do so.

All I can say, every awards, and every good critic is deserved.

All I can say is how well it merges fiction and entertainment with actual important and harsh topics. We need more of engaged SFFF.

[cursedzucchini]

You know what? Fuck it

DC x DP prompt #3

I think at least lmao.

Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.

He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)

And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)

1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.

(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)

Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.

Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.

(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)

2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?

Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.

And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.

So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?

Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)

(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)

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Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!

[yasminthespiritfaninnit]

Hello everyone! I have something to say. I have seen some arguments that I didn’t like at all. But, I still respect everyone who made it.

So, Imma say my perspective.

Tommy didn’t deserve Exile or to be exiled at all.

Dream didn’t deserve to be tortured in prison or to be imprisoned without a fair trial.

I will detail what I mean the best that I can.

First, let’s start with Dream and the prison.

Dream was imprisoned, after Punz led the entire server to him, before he could kill Tubbo in front of Tommy.

Am I saying that he shouldn’t have been arrested? Hell no. His list of war crimes and atrocities against humanity at this point was and still is a mile long.

But the group failed to give Dream a fair trial to defend himself.

Instead, Tommy (after killing Dream twice as revenge for the two deaths that Dream committed against him. Note on that one, I completely understand Tommy’s rage. But killing Dream was not right, nor did it help anyone.) had Sam, (the warden) to imprison Dream after he claimed that he could revive Wilbur.

Neither Tommy or Sam or anyone here had the authority to imprison Dream. Especially not without a fair trial. But they did it anyways and that’s not right. Dream was unlawfully imprisoned against his will.

Now, the torture. Imma say it bluntly. It was 100% not Dream’s fault.

Quackity, who had no authority to do this, wanted the revive book.

Dream said no as he had the right to say that.

So, grossly abusing his rights as a visitor, Quackity started to torture Dream.

So, yeah.

And now, we get to Exile and Tommy.

Exile was an overreaction and rigged from the start. Plain and simple.

Was Tommy completely in the right for the conflict? No. (In order of least to most fucked up in my opinion.) He grief-ed and robbed George’s house, compared Tubbo to Schlatt, tried to frame Niki, and tried to use Dream’s dead horse against him.

But also, Exile was both a unfair punishment and one that was pushed so heavily.

Dream, (the main ring-leader for getting rid of Tommy from L’Manburg) provoked Tommy to make him look worse, pushed Tubbo into a corner about the topic, and tried to frame Tommy of many more griefing incidents (with the help of a unwitting Puffy.). He was pulling the strings when the real victim, George, didn’t even give two shits. Tommy’s damages were easily fixed and everything stolen was easily recovered.

Should Tommy be punished for griefing George? Yes. But he should have been put on probation and made to fix the damages (and recover the stolen property) to George’s house, not put through a rigged series of events that got him banned from his own home.

(And I have an extra argument for this part. Canon is canon. Just because nothing came of something doesn’t mean that it is not important. Tommy’s framing of Niki was immediately shut down. But he still tried instead of fessing up. Dream’s framing of Tommy didn’t seem to do much. But he still did that, showing that he was trying his hardest to get Tommy out of L’Manburg no matter what.)

And now, the exile itself.

It was 100% not Tommy’s fault. Nothing during exile was his fault and nothing was exaggerated by the fans.

Dream really did make Tommy throw his stuff down the hole to destroy it.

Dream really did beat Tommy with an axe if he mustered the tiniest rebellion.

Dream really did changed up his rules and the rules of Exile on a whim.

(For example, Tommy was only banned from L’Manburg. But when they got there, Dream told him that he couldn’t go *anywhere* that was established.)

Dream really did make sure that Tommy was dependent on him for everything.

And Dream really did all of this to control Tommy, to make him a protégé. (Cc!Dream confirmed this over Twitter.)

When people say that Exile was abuse, we didn’t exaggerate it. In fact, I think we didn’t do the horrors justice. Exile was torture as much as the prison was for Dream and Vice versa.

If anyone wants to discuss, please reblog this with your opinions or comment on this blog.

[technicalknockout]

I wanted to reply to some of the stuff from my ask, but didn't know whether to reblog it or send it as an ask, I thought it might be easier this way?

silly straws page - i read in 'dipper and mabel's guide to mystery and nonstop fun' that bill likes silly straws and thought it was a silly random tidbit, imagine how surprised i was when i realized there was LORE behind it.. im still figuring out some codes bc i dont wanna look them up and im having so much fun !!

YEAH the silly staws page! I'm so mad that Bill said "I cut the page where I was gonna talk about Shermie Pines" stop teasing mee

I know there are some really cool codes on that page, I haven't decoded most of the book for myself yet but I intend to. There's another code on that page which is a super cool and fun one to decipher (though i've already seen what it says online but I want to replicate it myself). The one that starts with "215 858 117 450 110 628.." etc.

stanford trying to keep me from reading the book page - "you cant hear the disappointed sigh im making rn, but i assure you it's devastating" i mean he failed to stop me from reading the entire thing in one sitting but i was just very happy to see ford's cursive again. It was really funny seeing him trying to guess what the reader would be convinced by (i saw the moth picture and thought 'whats that called, a goth moth?' I laughed out loud when it turned out that was actually its name)

Sameee I got to that page and i was thinking "hiiii!". I loved his attempt to stop us from reading by showing his cool moth, and it was even better when Bill says something later on along the lines of "if he tries to show you his moth collection, throw yourself off a cliff"

Also the photo of him looks cool, but the context of it is so funny. I've seen some posts on tumblr about Ford dragging Stan into the woods and getting him to take a picture of him looking angry and mysterious. Why else does he have a photo like that. It's so silly.

urban legends page - as a long time fan of creepypasta the references in this page absolutely delighted me. Also the art is so realistically horrifying, whoever drew these i love you

YEAH that page and the Mirror Realm one and others look so cool. The new artists brought on to work on this book did a wonderful job. It fits in perfectly with Bill's weirdness.

the one true intelligence test - idk this page just made me laugh a lot

So freaking stupid i loved it so much. I think my favourite was the "divide this number in half" bit.

Entire anti-cipher society part - i love how instead of telling the story in just plain text, they made us follow the story with newspapers and journal pages. What was that called. I swear there was a name for that kind of storytelling if anyone knows pls pls tell me

That whole bit was so interesting. It was a really fun way of telling the story!

every page with ford and fiddleford - BEAUTIFUL. SUBLIME. BEST THING TO EVER EXIST IN THE WORLD. I HECKING LOVE FRIENDS BEING WHOLESOME TOGETHER AND I LOVE IT MORE WHEN THEYRE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM MY FAVORITE SHOW. THEY MAD SNOWMEN OF EACH OTHER THATS SO CUTE

Imma be honest i never really... cared for Fiddleford before. Like, I think the show is better with him in it, and I like that Ford had someone good in his life aside from Stan back in the past, but I didn't know enough about Fiddleford to care. Granted, I haven't reread Journal 3 in a while so I likely would have liked him more if I could remember what was said there, but the stuff presented in the lost Journal 3 pages here were such a treat and I understand now. I really really like him now.

Fiddleford and Ford were so wonderful together! Fiddleford was so, so nice to Ford. I'm never going to get over how Fidds made Ford TWO christmas presents, one which had multiple prototypes to get right, then forgot to get a present for his own wife. Stanford means so much to him it's crazy.

Then Ford decorating the portal room with pretty lights and played Fidds' favourite song and they made snowmen???? That's adorable omg.

And ik this is about the book, not the website, but the stuff on there as well, like the college photo and it describing how they met. AND THE AXOLOTL. Fidds getting one for Ford because it reminded him of him. And i don't think it was even a holiday of any kind. BILL WHEN I GET YOU-

"but my aim is getting better" - do i need to explain this one

I CHEERED at that bit. I showed it to my friend and they didn't get it. I forgot that they're a casual fan who's watched the show like, once, and not like me where Gravity Falls has just permanently taken up some space in my brain.

whatever this page is called;

I hated reading this (i loved reading this). i kinda got spoiled before i bought the book with an analysis post, had to literally put my phone down and think about what id just read. i think this page really puts bill and ford's relationship into perspective. ford's a person and bill's a multidimensional semi-god creature, bill will do and say anything in his power to get ford to do what he wants. this relationship cannot even begin to resemble normal. and also the forgetting your own name part horrified me, thats some good horror right there.. love it when books make me have a visceral reaction to tiny words on paper

I don't think I have anything extra to add I agree completely. I just love how much of a threat it shows Bill as. I think it works especially well because most of the book has been Silly Bill Shenanigans, you kinda forget what he's capable of. Brilliant stuff. i hated it.

call transcript from the police - OH the LORE and CHARACTER ANALYSIS FOOD RIGHT HERE. i could talk for hours about how bill straight up sucks at relationships and he's SO unwilling to admit he was upset about falling out with ford that he's lying to himself MULTIPLE TIMES OVER AND OVER and how a lack of genuine connection with people is eating him up - but if i talked about all that this post would spiral into insanity real quick. Also drunk bill talking into the phone was very very sad and very very on character and i could hear hirsch's bill voice inside my head it was really good aghjgnkhhh

LITERALLY YEA. And that kinda links up with the end of the book, where Bill is convinced someone will free him at some point. But he has no positive connections. He has no one that cares about him. And he did that all himself. Please, anytime, i will listen to your rambles. (just might not respond to it straight away but I WILL)

stan's page - I ALMOST CRIED AND I KNOW THATS KIND OF A WEIRD REACTION BUT I SAW THE STAN PAGE IN THISISNOTAWEBSITEDOTCOM OKAY AND IT WAS MAKING ME VERY UNWELL I WAS EXTREMELY RELIEVED TO JUST HEAR THIS MAN SO HAPPY AGAIN STANLEY PINES I LOVE YOU YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING

The messages from Dipper, Mabel and Stan were so lovely to see at the end. Stan is so happy now, and I'm happy for him. And it's just all really funny. "I only met him once and he cried like a baby then I punched him to death." Yeah that is basically what happened.

AH GOD YOU REPLIED TO EVERYTHING ????? THAMK YOU

YEAH the silly staws page! I'm so mad that Bill said "I cut the page where I was gonna talk about Shermie Pines" stop teasing mee

>:( he knows us too well he knows we'd give anything for more info about shermie...

I know there are some really cool codes on that page, I haven't decoded most of the book for myself yet but I intend to. There's another code on that page which is a super cool and fun one to decipher (though i've already seen what it says online but I want to replicate it myself). The one that starts with "215 858 117 450 110 628.." etc.

Ive been stuck on the numbers one, im gonna give it one more try today but i think it's gonna take a brain bigger than mine jfbsjdkskfs im STEAMING aleeeeex why are you making this so hard for me/silly

Sameee I got to that page and i was thinking "hiiii!". I loved his attempt to stop us from reading by showing his cool moth, and it was even better when Bill says something later on along the lines of "if he tries to show you his moth collection, throw yourself off a cliff"

does that imply ford tried to show bill his moth collection at some point ????? imagine jdbshfjsnf

Also the photo of him looks cool, but the context of it is so funny. I've seen some posts on tumblr about Ford dragging Stan into the woods and getting him to take a picture of him looking angry and mysterious. Why else does he have a photo like that. It's so silly.

I WHEEZED WHILE READING THIS ID NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT??? but like. it's definitely on character i fully believe it happened. i mean this man backflips out of windows why not hnskdkdshd thanks for putting that image in my head

YEAH that page and the Mirror Realm one and others look so cool. The new artists brought on to work on this book did a wonderful job. It fits in perfectly with Bill's weirdness.

YEE!!!!! I think they were allowed to take more creative liberty than in the actual show, being a book and all, and i think thats really cool.

Imma be honest i never really... cared for Fiddleford before. Like, I think the show is better with him in it, and I like that Ford had someone good in his life aside from Stan back in the past, but I didn't know enough about Fiddleford to care. Granted, I haven't reread Journal 3 in a while so I likely would have liked him more if I could remember what was said there, but the stuff presented in the lost Journal 3 pages here were such a treat and I understand now. I really really like him now.

WELCOME TO THE FIDDLEFORD FANCLUB MY FRIEND. ive been a fan of him since the legend of the gobblewonker tbh.. i tend to latch onto very random silly side characters that fill the specifically shaped holes in my brain. Loved him more when i found out he had lore, love him even more after reading the book. Yay fiddleford 🎊

Fiddleford and Ford were so wonderful together! Fiddleford was so, so nice to Ford. I'm never going to get over how Fidds made Ford TWO christmas presents, one which had multiple prototypes to get right, then forgot to get a present for his own wife. Stanford means so much to him it's crazy. / Then Ford decorating the portal room with pretty lights and played Fidds' favourite song and they made snowmen???? That's adorable omg. / And ik this is about the book, not the website, but the stuff on there as well, like the college photo and it describing how they met. AND THE AXOLOTL. Fidds getting one for Ford because it reminded him of him. And i don't think it was even a holiday of any kind. BILL WHEN I GET YOU-

i swear these two are absolutely adorable and that is an objective fact i will not take criticism. the page where ford was rummaging thru fiddleford's desk and found the glove prototypes broke me.

and also yeah the college photo ! i mean like. augh. how do i put this. theyre so friends. ford believed fiddleford was right even tho they barely knew each other and worked together and came up with an entire theory. idk it's so wholesome. AND FRILLIAM !!!!! FIDDLEFORD GOT FORD A LITTLE GUY AND FORD NAMED HIM FRILLIAM AND I AM GOING TO PERSONALLY SPRAY HAND SANITIZER IN BILL'S EYE FOR RUINING THIS. these two are dear to my heart im so so frickin glad they made up and are somewhat keeping in touch now..

I CHEERED at that bit. I showed it to my friend and they didn't get it. I forgot that they're a casual fan who's watched the show like, once, and not like me where Gravity Falls has just permanently taken up some space in my brain.

I KNOW THE PAIN SO SO WELL NO ONE AROUND ME EVEN KNOWS THIS BOOK EXISTS. ILL CHEER WITH YOU WHO CARES IF WE'RE NOT ON THE SAME CONTINENT. FORD MY GUY SLAYYYYYY🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊👏👏🎊🎉🎉👏👏👏

I don't think I have anything extra to add I agree completely. I just love how much of a threat it shows Bill as. I think it works especially well because most of the book has been Silly Bill Shenanigans, you kinda forget what he's capable of. Brilliant stuff. i hated it.

exactly.. bill is a Scary Silly Guy™️ thank you tbob for reminding us. it was very on character and we appreciate it a lot. but like did you HAVE to make ford suffer for it :'(

LITERALLY YEA. And that kinda links up with the end of the book, where Bill is convinced someone will free him at some point. But he has no positive connections. He has no one that cares about him. And he did that all himself. Please, anytime, i will listen to your rambles. (just might not respond to it straight away but I WILL)

Guy had it comin for him tbh. rest in therapieces bill ciphor reincarnate as a vole (also YOU WANT TO HEAR MY RAMBLES🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺???? dont mind me if i raid your asks sometime. or discord dms. whichever you prefer !)

The messages from Dipper, Mabel and Stan were so lovely to see at the end. Stan is so happy now, and I'm happy for him. And it's just all really funny. "I only met him once and he cried like a baby then I punched him to death." Yeah that is basically what happened.

JASIDNFJSNFKSS PRETTY ACCURATE ID SAY. Stanford pines you are absolutely awesome take my money

[yellow-faerie]

Okay in reference to your tags on the Bode post you reblogged from me: I kinda had a theory you were the anon! And I'm honestly very glad to find someone who feels the same way about him because I haven't seen many other people (other than my sister) who do!

If you don't mind me asking, I have two questions for you: what did you think of the rest of Survivor, and what sort of Star Wars fan fic do you write? I saw you mentioned it in your bio!

Lol I do think I went through a few of your posts before sending that ask - but yes, I do agree! Bode is a lot more complicated than I think a lot of people give him credit for; he's a father and a man haunted by a lot of loss which doesn't excuse his actions, but does explain them and make me feel a good deal of empathy to him. I think there's actually a line when they're in the ISB base where Cal calls him a traitor and Bode is like...no, I'm a father

Which is really not an excuse for killing people Bode (but is a very good explanation for how he got where he is)

You said it a lot more eloquently lol

(interestingly, Bode is a sort of parallel to Anakin in some ways - killing and betraying people they see as family/very close friends for the people they love, even though it changes them into something unrecognisable that the person they love can't quite reconcile with)

I do not mind questions at all!

For fanfic, because that's the shorter answer, I write pretty much anything - legends, Kotor, swtor (to some extent, I haven't played through enough of it yet to do proper fic), og, rebels, tcw, extended universe stuff (and even a bit of the sequels although that has to be veru handpicked lol)

I have interacted with so much of the SW universe to some extent and it's such a good sandbox that I will dabble in writing anything lol

(currently I'm doing a lot of Kotor stuff as I finished survivor and decided to fill the hole with yet another playthrough of my favourite unfinished trilogy <3)

As for Jedi Survivor, Imma put my thoughts under the cut because I have...a lot of them lol (there will be spoilers)

I love the graphics, so SO much

Each planet felt different and unique and reminded me how much I loved to play JFO

Also the worlds felt a lot bigger? I think it's because I didn't really do much side stuff, just kinda beelined the plot so a lot of the side quest stuff was just kinda there as fun background NPC chatter lkl

MERRICAL! MERRICAL! MERRICAL!

It's being survivors of two separate genocides by the same tyrannical government and even when you search elsewhere, you still belong at each others side

And it's the Merrin talking Cal down when he's about to kill Denvik and it's Merrin giving Cal space to work out if he wants a relationship or if that wouldn't work but letting him know her own intentions

That moment on Jedha where she calms him down from a nightmare but then takes her own comfort just by being near?

And it's Merrin in general lol my darlingest fave <3

Also! After that kiss on Jedha after everyone has gone back in, my brother said (as a joke) "and now they have sex!" And then it immediately cuts to morning

Iconic moment

Also on Jedha - spamels! Someone out there went desert creature - so, a camel - a camel in space - so a space camel - a spamel

Which just makes me think of the tinned meat which is a...really weird thing to be thinking about

Greez opened a canteena! Monk, I love him - also Mosey

In fact, all of Ramblers Reach, I really like that they gave you a main base that's so...connected to people in this game??

Also that garden, I could spend all day in that garden

And the High Republic stuff! I still think it's weird that everyone is treating it as if it's ancient history when it's two hundred years ago BUT I really love the aesthetic and the story

I tried getting into the high republic books a while back but only managed one before I had to return them to the library, but this game has made me really excited for the high republic game and has inspired me to try and read the books again

Shout-out to Dagan Gera for being sufficiently unhinged for me to like him, and Rayvis for giving off massive Kotor!Mandalorian vibes

And Bode was a very interesting twist villain as looking back in the game, you can see it almost

(also my older brother called him being a traitor twelve minutes after meeting him which was either incredibly perceptive or he saw it online and is thing to make me think he's incredibly perceptive - either way, he got ridiculously pleased when he was proved right which did not fit with the mood of Cordova's murder lol)

And Kata! It's definitely going to be some time before she fully trusts Cal etc. etc. HOWEVER, we now have a daughter and that is wonderful (I'm living for the found family)

And CERE!

I WAS EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATED IT'S LITERALLY THE SECOND TIME CAL HAS HAD TO CRADLE THE BODY OF HIS DEAD MASTER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS HURTS ME

And it was the way Greez was so uncharacteristically ANGRY after Cere's death - and just- dhhfjebidnde

On a less devastating note - Cal, my dude, should have had to have had time to recover from both the slash wound from Dagan and the blaster shot from Bode which were both to the upper torso

Like...they caused enough damage in the fight to be a weakness but you can just walk it off apparently??

I don't think so

(I am going to write fic about this, probably)

Zee - I was so suspicious of Zee to begin with because she was so cheery but her voice kinda sounded like Nikola from the Magnus Archives and like-

Yeah I was fully expecting betrayal from Zee right up until we got back to Rambler's reach and I realised...she's just cheery, that's just her personality

I talked to her the bare minimum lol, I couldn't get creepy talking doll out of my head

That beginning sequence on Coruscant though?? That moment with the Jedi Temple where Cal realises what's happened and you can see the horror and bone deep resignation within him (and that's probably the first time that he properly starts wondering if he can do anything about the empire, after all there's that whole plot where people are like...settle down a bit)

I honestly wasn't that attached to the rest of Cal's crew who died - apart from Mags, literally JUSTICE FOR MAGS 2023, SHE DESERVED BETTER

There were so many little bits that made me genuinely laugh and feel things throughout the game and it felt a lot like Star Wars which is a big thing in its own right

Also Cordova being there threw me off but it was a nice surprise, if a bit weird lol as I was fairly convinced he was dead/in the unknown regions - but hell, I kinda understand it (even if us finding him in the last game might have made his appearance a bit more understandable)

I do have some things I'm not so happy with (some story choices in particular, and the way they presented Cal's slow descent to the dark side being the main ones) but I'm overall really happy with the game

It was the sequel that jfo deserved and it was it's own game in it's own right and I really enjoyed playing it - now I've finished the story, I'll probably stop doing such intense playing, but I do genuinely want to 100% complete it which says a lot, because I don't usually have the patience to do that

There's so much I could probably say that I can't think of now (and I don't think I've said anything about BD-1 which is a travesty of the highest proportions because my boy <3 I missed you <3 I'm so glad you're here and thriving <3) and I'm not really getting into the things I disliked because it would bring the post down (and also I need to be a bit more eloquent and a bit more awake for that one lol)

Anyway, thank you very much for the ask :D it made my evening, ngl, I love talking about star wars

[that-was-anticlimactic]

H, K, and W for the fandom ask game!!

lol hey just remembered that i had these from dec 19th lol i think i was just so mentally unwell at the time that i couldn't actually process the fact that i had asks and was capable of answering them even tho i literally reblogged the ask game lol anyways was going through my drafts and saw this and i'm MUCH better now so i went through and found the game and imma do it now <3

h - what is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tw shows, movies, books, anime, western animation, etc.)?

hm... i would say it's typically anime/animated shows. i kind of have trouble writing fics for actual books as opposed to shows... idk why, i just always have. i've certainly tried before, but it's never lasted long and it was always AWFUL. and idk why (actually i kind of do and could go on a whole rant -affectionate- about this) but cartoons/animation is SO much easier for me to write fanfiction about and interact with and love and... oh don't get me started on why animated shows are superior to everything else

k - what character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

oh God so many ummmmm one of my favorite ones EVER would prolly be... idk the hollow is on my mind and just. vanessa. i literally went into s2 with the mindset of "i hate her she's the worst wonder what evil things she'll do this season grrrr" and came out of s2 like "i will do anything to protect her babygirl so skrunkly so shaped SHE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG". like... God she's SUCH a well written character. and diana kaarina did SUCH a great job voicing her, too! so while this prolly isn't like the BEST development/arcs ever, it's special to me lol vanessa is now my favorite hollow character and i love her so so so much and her development was done so well and smoothly and OUGH

w - a trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

oh! easy! hey this character really likes one specific food and the show made it joke about it, what if we made that their entire character, reduced their personality to food, only ever drew that character eating while everyone else is normal, and then hc that character big, fat, and darker skinned tehe isn't that so funny? ... okay that last bit was super specific. um. i have a visceral hatred for [redacted] tho i'm sure most people are aware by now lol. but no, in general tho, i really do hate that fandoms do that. especially because sometimes, at the heart of it all is an eating disorder that's just turned into a joke. i hate when the fandom makes a character's personality food. or height, also. like okay we get it chuuya is short we can move on now. i'm short too but you don't see me or anyone else talking about that constantly gosh okay cool height differences big deal whatever idc anymore. food and height are NOT personality traits. STOP MAKING THEM PERSONALITY TRAITS!!!

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I answered these from bottom to top so uuuh some of my sentences may sound confusing oof. Was not thinking. One of my cats keeps jumping everywhere and then I stare and forget what I'm doing. Ok anyways I was gonna write something here but now I forgot. Shit. Imma remember at like 3 am and then get annoyed because I already answered this, just watch. Well actually I'll probably keep it to myself so nevermind oof.

FAV COLOR(S): Blue as my default but sometimes pink is, or purple, or orange...this also varies on mood >.>

FAV FLAVOR(S): I have no idea, depends on my mood. I'm also not hungry right now so I'm blanking out. Can I get uuuuuuh a little consistency from myself? XD

FAV GENRE(S): Angst with some light-hearted/cute moments here and there, uuuh everything else is negotiable tbh

FAV MUSIC: Depends on my mood, at the moment whatever genre Eyes on Fire is supposed to be. I don't know, I just download things I like XD

Update: Save Yourself by Kaleo came on while I was answering this so it's that genre now

FAV MOVIE(S): Small Soldiers, Lion King 2, Yu-Gi-Oh DSOD, probably other things I'm forgetting

FAV SERIES: Yugioh at the moment as far as shows go, Detroit Become Human and Sly Cooper as far as games go, Warriors (yes, the cat books) as far as books go

LAST SONG: Little Red Riding Hood by Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs (as of when I started answering this)

LAST MOVIE: Wendell & Wild in November >.>

CURRENTLY READING: Uuuh fanfics I've been intending to read for...way too long XD

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Rewatching Yu-Gi-Oh DM, but like...I haven't actually watched it in over a month. My attention span is /short/. I usually just put YouTube on for background noise >.>

WORKING ON: Like 3 events, but one is a personal challenge. Also working on drafts and debating on clearing some and just starting fresh but I also wanna keep the threads, but also the ones from a certain time are hard to do because of stuff that was going on aaaah >:[

Tagged by @luckyredeyes @silver-blooded-synthetics

Tagging: No one because I'm late as hell on one of these, but feel free to steal.

November 28, 2022 was when I first got this from luckyredeyes aaah sorry!!! Or when I drafted it idk. Like drafted their reply to remember to do it but then I forgot. >.>

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OOOOOOOOOH NORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The way i have been itching to write this reblog oh my goodness

first of all - i love you you beautiful hooman you apple of my eye you priceless embodiment of all things good in the world i want to wrap you up in the warmest embrace and tell you how much i love you every second <3

under the cut bc for your eyes only bb i am exposing myself here

second of all - damn this was so flipping good like- i yeah i am stunned to silence. you have already heard me making every noise imaginable and going insane but literally amplify that even more to describe what the hell was and is going on in my head sjkdsdkrtser

lemme bring up the godfather again and the storyline that you weaved into this fic - i am obsessed - every character has depth and has an intricate web of dynamics and tendencies and behaviours that just work together and it is a pleasure reading how all of them interact and influence each other. there is this immersive and addictive FLOW to the work and i wanna inhale it forever.

from the jealousy in san (i passed away that was just AAAAAAAAAAA) to woo's teasing nature paired with him being able to straight up just off someone for the mission (that someone being a very tall boi and that moment had me making internet dial up sounds - like i said "i saw it i perceived it and i was like OOOO_OOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) to how how reader is this femme fatale but then melts and gives herself up on the FILTHY VAN SURFACES skfhdgsdfgx.cjfhgsdfkljg I LOVE IT ALLLLLL

then the way you wrote mingi needs a separate mention bc like... again... the DETAIL!?!??EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PLEASE I loved it, and the way in which reader just leads him on and away and how it all seamlessly works together - This HAD ME YELLING

THe red lipstick thkjerhdfjk i yeah no thoughts head empty this has me feeling *everything* at once and you heard my monologue about spies and distractions so just so you know this has me infinitely happy and in love and i-

i think i need to breathe bc i am literally rocking back and forth on my chair rn as i am typing. I love this fic so much you have no ideaaaaa and i am so so glad to be diving back and devouring the masterpieces that are your works. i want to shower you with love and praise for the rest of eternity and even that won't be enough because you deserve so much more.

i literally want to print this fic out and plaster it everywhere and bind it omg imagine what kind of art could go with this book aaaaaaaaaaa"LKAJKQ"Jg like i know you can see it the noir the contrast the dark and light the *sin* huehuehueheu

I AM OBSESSED WITH THE CONTRAST BETWEEN THE DIAMOND and the FILTH LIKE I HAD SAID - it is so visually powerful that it knocked all air out of me i need this kind of stuff intravenously - obsessed obsessed obsessed

and then the dirty talk and teasing PLEASejrkfdfgshdfkjgd the way in which Wooyoung is thanked for example, or the "just buy her a leash" the WORDS YOU CHOOSE GOT MY HEAD SPINNING!!!! I am literally taking these from my cranium rn i am so sorry i cannot screenshot but like the fic is imprinted in my mind lol so it is like - mental screenshots.

AND THE "I THINK I NEED TO BE THANKED A LITTLE MORE" AT THE END!!>?!>!!?!?!>A gksg YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DID TO ME!?!?? HUH!?!?! ?I HAVE NO WALLS IN MY HOUSE NOW I ATE THEM

I WENT NOFACE MODE AND GOBBLED THEM UP TO TRY FILLING THE VOID THAT IS LIVING AFTER READING THIS BEAUTY AND SEEING IT IS FINISHED

ANYWAYS I WILL GO EXIST KNOWING THAT THIS ART IS HERE AND THIS AMAZING WRITER IS HERE AND IMMA JUST

SMOOCH

YOU

FOREVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

<3

I love you so much okay i am so sorry for the insanity that happened uh... up there i.... lollllllllll fjkghdfkgjsdfhgskjdf love you <3 mwah <3

heists and celebrations

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader x choi san

w.c.: 3.9k

tags: smut, they're all criminals/partners in crime, criminal behaviour (theft), mentioned boxer!san and his manager!wooyoung, some reckless driving

with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van.

A/N: I've had this fic idea in my notes since the very first woosan teaser dropped so I'm really glad I was finally able to write it out! ( ´∀`) though challenging fsr, I really enjoyed writing the smut for this one. happy reading! ^^

nsfw & warnings under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞

warnings: semi-public sex, van sex, rough sex, really fucking filthy sex (genuinely disgusting), dom!wooyoung, dom!san, sub!reader, some jealousy, messy making out, reader is wearing red lipstick and it gets everywhere, unprotected sex (👎���), creampie, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking (kind of), this is where the reckless driving comes in wink wonk, cum swallowing, cum sharing/snowballing, spit kink, praise, degradation (reader is called a slut once), a cute little breeding kink, a sprinkle of breath play (barely any), some begging, lots of drooling, overstimulation, nicknames (sannie; youngie; baby, darling, sweetheart, love, good girl, pretty girl), wooyoung watches them fuck the whole time, and teases san because he's cute when riled up

Walking past the metal detectors, you raised your phone to peek at your reflection, making sure the glitter on your eyelids and the red painting your lips were intact, smacking them together once before walking further into exhibit.

Your footsteps slowed as you passed the broad, arched doorway and entered a wider gallery with accessories from numerous eras lining the walls, people crowding in front of the displays. Your eyes trailed over the diamonds and gold encased within the glass boxes, the overhead lights reflecting the luxury accessories. In any other heist, your eyes would remain forward, playing the role of a mere passerby minding their own business. But today, you were just another visitor in this exhibit, ogling at the jewellery on display. A quick, discrete scan of the room was enough to find you your target – standing near the wall to your left, the blonde head of hair displacing him in the monochrome room.

Just as you were about to move towards the tall figure, your gaze unintentionally flitted to the right, colliding with feline eyes staring right back at you from the other side of the room – the man standing idly in a uniform too big for him, bruises from last night’s match tainting his angular features. You twisted your body in the other direction, heeled boots clacking over the polished tile with confident strides, your eyes meeting the blonde man’s and dragging his attention off the rowdy school kids in the far corner. You waited until his gaze fell on you to dig the tip of your tongue into the corner of your mouth, blinking innocently as you approached him, your eyes moving down to read the ID card hanging off his neck.

Security Guard Song Mingi

Stepping into his personal space, your hand flew to his shoulder and you drew your eyebrows together in feigned distress. “Oh, thank God! Sir, could you please help me?”

Mingi’s head lowered to eye the hand resting delicately over his chest, looking back up to meet your anxious eyes. “S-sure, yes, of course," he stuttered when your fingers tightened around his lapel. "What can I help you with?"

You twisted your body and walked backwards until you hit the wall behind him, slumping against it and exhaling deeply. “My friend,” you paused, looking up at him now that he’d turned his back to the rest of the room. You blinked faux tears into your eyes, quivering your bottom lip ever so slightly while you spoke, “I’ve been looking for her for hours. Could you please help me find her, Sir?”

You watched Mingi’s ears shift hues, his head turning to the side as he coughed awkwardly. The bright red blurred in your peripheral as you stared ahead, nodding discretely at the idle figure across the room and watching it slip past the restricted ribbon closing off a section of the exhibit, looking back at Mingi when broad shoulders disappeared behind the corner.

“She said she’d meet me at the Tiffany and Co. section, but she never showed up. She won’t even answer her phone,” you leaned forward to wrap your fingers around his forearm, looking up at him with wide eyes, glassy with simulated concern. “I’m really worried about her, Sir. Please help me?”

--

Nimble fingers worked over the display case’s lock, occasionally looking back at the doorless entrance to confirm he was still in the clear. Moving his attention back to the small keyhole, he worked the pick and wrench inside with steady hands, the flashlight held between his lips reflecting off the glass. A whispered curse vibrated around the flashlight when his jacket sleeve slid down his arm, covering the hand holding the pick – along with the bloody scrapes and bruises colouring his knuckles – but he was too far in to back out now, working the lock with the fabric draped over it. After a few more tries, a muted click sounded and the glass door swung open.

Cat-like eyes raised off the picked lock to examine the diamond necklace hanging off the jewellery stand, studying the angle at which the light bounced off the large stones. Reaching forward, he carefully lifted the necklace with his index and thumb around the clasp, securing it in the felt bag he’d pulled out of his blazer before tucking it back inside. Digging his hand into his back pocket, he pulled out an identical replica – cheap moissanite bedazzling the silver – and intricately placed it inside the case, adjusting it over the stand before closing the glass door and listening for the soft click of its automatic lock.

Pulling the flashlight out of his mouth, he switched it off and patted his breast pocket once before walking back towards the entryway. A quick peek into the short hallway outside to ensure it was empty followed by quick steps past the red ribbon sealing off the section he had been in, San squinted at the bright overhead lights as he made it back into the main gallery, rooting himself in his previous position just in time for five suited men to make their way into the big room. Their conversation continued as they walked past San, nodding in acknowledgement before making their way over the restriction ribbon and through the short hallway, grease from the sandwiches they’d had for lunch coating their moving lips.

The familiar sonance of your laugh drew his attention to the wide entrance, his eyes finding yours over the blonde security guard’s shoulder before trailing down to study the arm draped over your waist. The plan was for you to guide him away from this gallery and into another, but there you were, barely an inch separating you and the tall man. San’s eyebrow twitched at the proximity, but more so at the dumb smile splitting his face in half while his other arm points towards where your ‘friend’ was supposedly waiting for you. Meeting your gaze once again, he gave you a firm nod before solemnly staring ahead.

With a flirty smile and a few bats of your eyelashes, you slipped a fake number into Mingi’s phone and walked away, the guard barely noticing you walking in the opposite direction of which he pointed you in.

San’s eyes flitted to the antique clock hung up on the wall across from him, turning around just in time to watch a man with a sharp nose and jet-black hair approach him. Quickly glancing at his ID card, San bowed slightly and began walking away as his ‘shift’ came to an end.

“Wait,” the deep baritone halted San’s movements, twisting his torso to look back at the guard. “Let me see your ID,” he reached a hand out, palm up and expecting.

San blinked once, twice, before pulling the lanyard off his neck and handing it to the man in front of him, turning his body to face him fully. The grim man examined the card, flipping it over a few times before sliding it back into San’s hand.

“Good work today, Yunho,” he gave him a tight smile which San reciprocated with a small bow before he moved away to stand where San had been all evening.

Stepping out of the stuffy exhibit and into the chilly night, San inhaled deeply, walking down the small steps and reaching into his blazer for the felt bag, swiftly stuffing it into his slacks before shrugging off the loose uniform and slinging it over his shoulder. He strutted down the block, his lips pursed as he whispered mindlessly, his soiled tank top sticking to his body with the night breeze blowing over his skin.

A few minutes of walking led him to a familiar convenience store, the lights flickering weakly and the table set out the front swaying with the light wind. Casually peeking over his shoulder, he made sure no one was following him before turning a corner, your familiar figure – resting against the graffitied wall – waiting for him in the damp alleyway. You pushed yourself off the grimy concrete, a smile stretching your lips when your eyes zeroed in on the felt bag pinched between two of his fingers.

Grabbing onto the thin material of his tank top, you pushed San backwards until his body crashed into the wall, the red on your lips transferring to his when you pressed your mouths together, the metallic taste of blood seeping into your taste buds as you licked over the corner of his lip. San’s fingers wrapped around your nape, inhaling deeply before parting his lips and running his tongue over your bottom teeth. Cold fingers tickled the sides of your neck, a heavy weight falling over your collarbones while San’s tongue pressed against yours. One of your hands untangled from the material of his top, running over your decolletage until your fingers made contact with the cool silver and curved over the slope of the large diamonds. The felt bag – now empty and worthless – fell into the puddle by your feet, the malodor of sewage masked by the hunger in San’s eyes, his hands wandering over your body while he devoured you.

A loud honk from the van parked down the alley cut your fit of passion short. You giggled at San’s irritated griping as you made your way to the vehicle, the metal surface littered with dents of various sizes and the colourful lettering chipping off the white paint. You walked past San as he pulled at the back handles, skipping your way to the front and watching the door fly open, sliding into the passenger seat as Wooyoung retreated back into his.

“Welcome back,” he flicked the tip of your nose, his eyes fixed on the glimmering stones hanging off your neck. “I’m guessing we can skip the debrief?” A lopsided smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Looping two fingers around the silver band, he tugged you towards him, the clasp digging into the back of your neck as some of the lipstick still painting your lips smeared over Wooyoung’s, his tongue gliding over yours to flatten over the roof of your mouth.

The curtain behind you slid open, San’s deep grumble obscured by your heavy breathing. “Ya! I worked my ass off to get that. If you wanna pull that hard, just buy her a leash,” he propped his forearm on the back of the seat, resting his chin over it to study the red smudged over Wooyoung’s lips.

“Worked our asses off,” you complained.

“No, I worked my ass off while you were busy flirting with that prick.”

You could see Wooyoung’s eyebrow quirk, his questioning gaze lasting only a second before he parted from you with a final kiss, letting go of the necklace and slumping back in his seat to turn the engine on. “Leave her alone, Sannie. If you wanted to be praised for doing your job right, you should’ve just said so,” he pressed his foot down on the pedal, reversing out of the alleyway before digging his palm into the steering wheel and turning it twice to move onto the empty road.

The pout on your lips faded when your eyes met San’s, angling his chin to point at Wooyoung, the silent communication bringing a shared smile to your lips.

“Youngie,” you tugged on his sleeve, leaning over the console to get closer to him.

“Yeah, baby?” his eyes remained trained on the road, a few cars driving alongside him on the dark highway.

San chuckled breathily, “I think our pretty girl wants to thank you for the ride. We couldn’t have pulled this off without you. Right, sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly, gliding your palm up his thigh and inwards to tease at his clothed crotch. He glanced over at you, his teeth peeking through his parting lips, the corners curled upwards.

“Oh really? Is there anything else you want to thank me for?”

“Thank you for getting rid of that Yunho guy, we would’ve been in trouble if he had been there,” your fingers trailed over the zipper, circling his button before popping it open.

“Mm, that’s right. Come on now, sweet girl, thank me properly,” Wooyoung slumped further down in his seat, widening his legs and dropping one hand off the steering wheel to give you space.

Just as you freed his half-hard length from the confines of his boxers, San’s hand cupped the back of your head and pushed you down. Your torso bent over the console, the gear stick digging into your waist by the time San let go of you.

You pulled away slightly, fingers wrapped around his base and tongue rolled out to place kitten licks over his cockhead. Wooyoung peeked down at you to follow the line of drool dripping off your tongue to lubricate his cock, snapping his eyes back up to the road with a guttural groan squeezed your fist around him. You pressed your lips to his tip, placing your hands over his upper thighs and moving back to admire the painted outline of your lips – the last of your lipstick colouring it red.

When you deemed him hard enough, your lips closed around his leaking head, giving him a gentle suck to feel his thighs contract before taking him further into your mouth. You nuzzled your nose into the hair around his base and relaxed your throat, flattening your tongue over the underside of his cock and reveling in the tight grunts it elicited from above.

A loud horn blared from the lane beside yours, Wooyoung’s vision unblurring and his palm hurriedly gliding over the steering wheel to adjust the swerving van. San snickered behind him, partly at your muffled coughs around the younger man’s cock as the rough steering jerked your body around. You pull away to breathe once the vehicle settled, inhaling deeply and clearing your throat, the bitter taste of precum on your tongue.

“I don’t think she’s thanking you hard enough, Youngie,” San tsked behind you, palming over his clothed cock as he took in your red eyes and sniffling nose.

“Mm, I think you’re right,” the arm resting idly over the console raised, fingers tangling in the hair at your nape and pushing your head downwards until the warmth of your mouth engulfed him once again, soft groans escaping through gritted teeth as your throat constricted around his tip. With the hand in your hair, he began moving you over his cock, bobbing your head and noting the weight of the necklace adoring your neck falling over his thigh every time his tip brushed against your uvula. “Fuuuuck, that’s my good girl.”

The outline of his vein slid over your tongue, pulsing as you took him down your throat. You could hear the slick movement of San’s hand over his cock, his eyes moving between your stretched lips and Wooyoung’s parted ones, soft, breathy moans muffled under the wind rushing through the open window. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, the familiar clench of his abdomen egging you on, taking him all the way and hollowing your cheeks. The van veered to the left again, Wooyoung’s eyes barely open as pleasure rushed through his veins with every squeeze around his cockhead. You swallowed around him once, twice, before gagging around the hot ribbons of white shooting down your throat. The limp fingers in your hair regained their strength, pushing your head down while he rolled his hips into your mouth, your jaw going slack as he used you to milk out the last of his cum.

San’s eyes fluttered shut to take in the melodies playing through Wooyoung’s parted lips – rough grunts paired with airy moans while he fucked the last of his load into your mouth, pulling you off him to wipe the tip of his cock over your face, a line of cum smeared over your cheek. A few seconds of muted shuffling passed before saltiness consumed San’s tastebuds, your mouth roughly pressing against his, tongue breaching his lips to share some of Wooyoung’s release. His Adam’s apple bobbed, eagerly swallowing down the tangy liquid before diving in for more, pushing you further into him with a hand to the back of your head. A throaty moan vibrated against your lips, San’s cock lurching in his limp fist as he sucked the last of Wooyoung’s load off your tongue. Pulling away, you grabbed San’s jaw firmly and moved your head closer to spit into his open mouth, a mixture of your spit and his marbled with milky white reflecting the passing streetlights before disappearing down his throat.

“Wooyoung, fuck,” he spoke, words slurred from the tight grip you have on his jaw, rolling his wrist around his leaking cockhead. “Pull over. I need her right fucking now.”

--

The van jumped over a speedbump, the driver too distracted to slow down, eyes trained on the overhead mirror instead of the road as two bodies moved steadily in the reflection. Two fingers twisted the volume knob to the left, silencing the music to revel in the harmony of moans surging from the back of the van.

The worn-down mattress was anything but comfortable, your dripping pussy adding to the stains decorating it. Looking over to the side, your eyes settled on the discarded boxing gloves from the night before, splotches of maroon flaking off the faux leather. One of San’s hands cupped the back of your head, pushing your face down while he pounded into you from the back, his other pulling at the necklace around your neck, the diamonds pressing into your skin to form thin crescents.

Wooyoung scoffed at the sight – red spreading from the soiled collar of San’s tank top and up to his neck, beads of sweat rolling down his skin and sinking into the cheap cotton. “What happened to all your hard work, hm?” his eyes rolled down to San’s white knuckles, wrapped tightly around the accessory restricting your airflow.

“Shut up,” he spat, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs as he pumped his cock between your fluttering walls. The hand covering the back of your head slid down your spine to squeeze at your waist, his blunt nails stabbing into your heated flesh while husky grunts vibrated through his throat.

Wooyoung’s eyes shifted to your face, concealed as you looked over to the side, your lips parted with drool pooling under your head. “Aw, I think Sannie got a little jealous earlier. Right, sweetheart?”

The words reduced to mere sounds in your head, the syllables meshing as San’s cockhead pistoned into your g-spot, barely registering the rough fingers tangling into the hair at your crown before sharp pain seared through your scalp, your chest lifting off the tattered mattress and neck craning as San angled your face upwards. You sucked in deep breaths now that the silver band wasn't digging into your neck, choking around broken cries of pleasure. Hooded eyes studied your face in the small mirror – pupils dilated, tears and glitter eyeshow staining your heated cheeks with saliva trickling down your chin, body jerking forward every time San’s hips slammed into yours, his cock stretching you open around his girth.

“'Don’t think she can answer,” San rasped, his eyes dropping to watch the flesh of your ass ripple every time he drove into your clenching cunt. “Ah- So fucking tight for me.”

Wooyoung’s fingers squeezed around the steering wheel, “is he fucking you good, baby?” The corners of his lips twitched with a concealed smirk, “or is my pretty slut still thinking about that man’s cock?”

Your brain short-circuited, shots of burning pleasure soaring through your veins and forcing your eyes shut. “it’s good, s-so good,” your speech was barely coherent, moans spilling out of you as San continued to fuck you through Wooyoung’s interrogation.

“What about my second question?” San’s eyes flew towards the mirror to meet Wooyoung’s, clenching his jaw so tight it bordered on painful, the younger man smiling to himself over how easy it was to rile San up.

San rammed his cock inside you, holding it deep within your cunt while he bent at the waist to whisper in your ear, the deep baritone of his voice nearly masked under your pathetic moaning, “be a good girl and answer Youngie’s question, or have I already fucked you dumb?"

“I-I’m not! ‘Love Sannie’s cock so much- hnngh!” your upper body flopped onto the mattress, your scalp burning under the palm San had flattened over your head, fingers rubbing soothing lines over your roots while he ground his cock into your heat.

“That’s right,” he pressed his lips to your slick shoulder and gave you a harsh thrust, rolling his hips once, twice before pulling off you. His hands slid down your body to grab at your hips, dragging you back over his length with a grip tight enough to promise bruises. One of his knees nudged against your inner thigh to spread your legs even further, giving you a few seconds to breathe before he began hammering his cock into you. “Love my cock so much you’ll let me breed this tight pussy, won’t you, darling?

“Nghh- fuck! Sannie, please-”

“Give it to me, love, ‘wanna feel you cream all over my cock,” the tautness of his voice, strained as he chased his orgasm with sloppy thrusts, was enough to send you over the edge.

Your vision went black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, thighs shaking while you your orgasm rushed through you. A succession of curses and San’s name rolled off your tongue, followed by desperate pleas for him to come as he frantically humped your overstimulated cunt. Your body jolted as pain mixed with pleasure, your vision blurring with tears while San used you like a cocksleeve, leaning over you to whisper in your ear, whimpered praise falling off his tongue – a melody of ‘just a little more’ and ‘you can take it’ sending shivers down your spine.

You felt him split you open thrice before a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly, his cock twitching between your fluttering walls as he unloaded his seed inside you. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding your body flush against his shuddering chest while he grinded into your used cunt, draining himself of every last drop. Delicate hands smoothed over your sides at the pained whimper you released into the dungy mattress, San’s softening cock slipping out of you and making way for a stream of his cum to trickle out of your gaping hole. He took a few seconds to moon over the mess he'd created before pursing his lips and adding to it, dropping a wad of spit onto your drenched pussy, your hips jolting when a calloused thumb ran through the fluids painting your folds.

You barely noticed the van making a sharp turn, the engine going silent half a minute later and drawing your attention to the front, a rest stop sign shining through the windshield. Wooyoung’s head poked through the gap between the seats, his eyes glazed over as he took in the sweaty bodies sprawled out in their own mess. He lifted his arm to hurl a roll of cash at San, his eyes remaining fixed on your twitching form as he imagined the steady stream of cum making its way down your thighs.

“Sannie, go grab some food and water. I think I need to be thanked a little more.”

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You know, I honestly don't follow that many people on here since this is not my main, but a Dracula and books oriented tumblr, and I am now stuck between the urge to follow every cool post person I see and good old anxiety about talking to people irl kinda feel for following people.

And the people I follow are mostly Dracula fan artists? Which, really cool to always see art, but also feel like I'm excluding myself from the dracula discussion fandom bc I don't see posts appearing on my dash every minute like on my main, you know?

Anyways imma go like a whole bunch of things and psych myself up for following people (again, so odd). So here's your daily reminder that this site thrives on following people, reblogging stuff and just generally interacting w the site in any way you can. Fight that anxiety! There's nothing to fear!

...Except maybe vampires. But we all know how to deal with those by now ;)

[supernatural-bias]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Eeeeee! Thank you! I love when I get stuff like this :>

Okay, here we go! Links will be added for anyone who wants to check these works out <3

(Edit: I chose more than just five fics, but I have a handful of, in my opinion, pleasant things I've written. So bear with me)

This Tommyinnit one shot I wrote most recently. One of the only things I've written for myself and am very proud of. Features a vigilante!Tommy au with Wilbur as the main villain. Along with hate able ocs that you'll scream at your screen about and an extremely entertaining theater kid (Y/n), this is one of my best fics by far. Watch out for typos though (Gender neutral reader)

A platonic cc!Philza x reader featuring Smallza!(Y/n) as Phil and Mumzas little kid. This little scenario involves spilled apple sauce, a pouty child being taught how to play Minecraft by a pig and enderman, along with nap times. 10/10 very sweet and one of my original works :) (Gender neutral reader)

Warning, there is heavy smut in this one. It's a Revivebur x Reader one shot I cooked up at three am due to a request I got from one of my once anonymous readers turned friend. Begins with a depressed smoker boi in a train station, but ends with two horny adults laying on the ground hate fucking. I don't recommend this purely for the smut, or for the smut at all actually, more like for the build up that comes. For some reason the background details and story I gave before the canoodling began is worth a small read. Also one of my original works (AFAB reader)

Even though I have (TW warning for those like me) a sever phobia of needles, I pulled through to make these headcanons of, well, a random handful of MCYTs. Includes a reader that is deathly afraid of needles, being comforted by a couple different content creators. After my initial panic in writing something I hate about, I came around to find out this was one of my better works <3 (Gender Neutral reader)

A nearly six thousand word one shot of a cc!Karl x Reader. This was initially set up to be a book called The Circle Of Fate, but was scraped and made into the stand alone it is today. Inside the link contains a loveable oc, special appearance of the Beast Crew, and a severely anxious (Y/n). (Female Reader)

Teacher x Teacher!AU with our favorite British boy Wilbur? Yes please. A small spout of hwadcanons entertaining the thought, "What if Wilbur was a Geography teacher?" Fantastic fanart (that isn't mine and is given proper credit of course) makes a guest appearance as a cherry on top of this sweet cake (Gender Neutral Reader)

Not much to say on this one. A yandere Simpbur drabble that I went all out on and had some fun with. Recommend checking it out of you're up for a quick read (Gender neutral reader)

Once again, smut in this one. Instead about one singular person however, this long post about specific kinks includes almost every Bursona to ever exist. Ranges from spider walking, to temperature and knife play. For all the simps out there that might be in the old for something a little more dangerous (Gender neutral reader)

That's all I have. As for the five people Imma pass it on to, let me tag them. Don't worry I'll still send this ask to your inboxes, just want to make sure I don't forget

(Tagged six becuase, fuck it, I broke the first rule I'm breaking the second one)

@cocasoula @hunneiuwu @divine--serenity @wiphur-writes @om3ga-but-sfw @ribbit-was-here

There! Now, according to Tumblr statistics only a small percent of people who like my fanfics are following me. So make sure to smash that reblog button like I smashed your mo- [*gets shot*]

[redrose-arrow]

Duncan x Halt anon back here again to elaborate on some other points!!! Firstly I’d like to say: TY FOR LISTENING TO MY RANTING MWAH MUCH LOVE <3 AND TO THE QPR CROWLEY/HALT/DUNCAN ANON: GALAXY BRAIN TAKE IM SO INVESTED IN HEARING MORE (particularly about Halt working for morgarath before meeting Crowley and Duncan......I GASPED WHEN I READ THAT. ITS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA)

ANYWAY TO THE ELABORATION: The thing about Halt & Duncan, AKA the Thing that gave me the ship idea, is that Duncan seems to find Halt’s disregard for authority more amusing than anything. In one of the Brotherband books there’s this exchange between Duncan, a few of the Brotherband members, & Gilan:

“And if you think these two are bad, you should see Halt. He’s a senior Ranger and he shows no respect for me at all.”

“That’s not quite true, sir,” Gilan interjected. “He has enormous respect for you, so long as you agree with him.”

“Yes. That’s true. [...] Alright,” [Duncan] said at length, “let me think about what we’ve discussed here.” He looked at Gilan. “I’m still inclined to the idea of sending you with some reasonable force.”

Gilan shrugged. “That’s all right, sir. You’ll soon see the light of reason.”

Duncan sighed. “I suppose so.”

So the whole “we know better than you” thing the Rangers have going on doesn’t bother Duncan enough for him to get upset about it—I think it’s like a joke between all the Rangers and Duncan, that they (Halt especially) serve the King in an official capacity, but beyond that they’ll basically just do whatever the hell they want because 1) they’re skilled enough & smart enough to do it, and 2) Duncan knows that whatever they’re doing it’s for a good reason, and ultimately it’ll turn out better for everyone. And I think Rangers are quite high-ranking, actually, if they answer ONLY to the king (are they above barons? It’s not clear but it feels like they’re definitely up there), so all of that combined means that Rangers in general would get a lot more leeway from the king than a knight or even a baron might get. And Halt isn’t just any Ranger, he’s one of the twelve who helped Duncan regain control of his kingdom & win a war against Morgarath (TWICE), AND if I’m pairing this with my AU where Duncan knows Halt is ex-royalty then Duncan beyond a doubt sees the man as an equal—though I‘d say he sees him as an equal regardless of whether or not he knows about his royal background specifically because of all the crap he’s let Halt get away with lmao. We also saw in the infamous banishment scene, Duncan was more than willing to let Halt off the hook, but his chamberlain insisted that the rules be upheld for the sake of preserving his authority; which is obviously what Halt was banking on. So essentially it seems to me like Halt and Duncan are very good friends but they can’t make it LOOK like they’re friends (or make it look like Duncan doesn’t mind Halt doing questionable stuff) for the sake of appearances or whatever, so in public they’ll act their part of royal-leader-and-loyal-follower but behind closed doors it’s no harm, no foul. (Duncan gives off the vibe of like, someone who has to ACT formal to uphold tradition but really doesn’t care either way? Like someone who maybe didn’t want to be king in the first place but stepped up because it was expected of him & there was no one better to take the throne, but because he was never 100% invested in being king he doesn’t care about the etiquette or whatever—which is what I’d imagine Halt would’ve been like as a king BUT THAT’S A WHOLE OTHER STORY, MOVING ON) Halt will do a bunch of illegal sh*t and Duncan will look the other way because by now, he knows the man well enough to know that he’s doing it for a good cause and his methods may be questionable but he gets 👏 it 👏 DONE. And really, who is he to get in the way of good results? (I mean, he’s the king, but whatever. Halt can get good results without TOO much chaos so it’s all fair game, as far as Duncan’s concerned)

That’s not to say Halt doesn’t respect Duncan at all—Duncan’s put his foot down on a few occasions, most notably when it comes to his family. Whenever it’s a matter of keeping Cassandra or even the late Queen Rosalind safe, he was very firm in his instructions about keeping them safe and the Rangers never defied his orders when his back was turned. They may have negotiated or tried to reason with him, but he had the final say and they all (Halt included) respected it. So there’s just a lot of mutual respect & understanding abt where they stand with one another and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH THEYRE GREAT

ANYWAY WANNA HEAR ABOUT MY HC OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HALT’S SISTER DIES AND DUNCAN FINDS OUT BEFORE HIM BC WHENEVER SOMEONE ROYAL DIES THE NEIGHBOURING KINGDOMS ARE ALERTED????

(I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's Duncan-dealing-with-his-Rangers-appreciation time).

I wanted to post this right away because it plays into @vilewile 's reblog of your earlier ask but to be quite honest I am rather speechless and overwhelmed and processing but it's only because it's all so good???? You made me go from 1 to 10 on the shipping scale with two asks and now I cannot let go. Imma need to come up with my own headcanons soon........

about that last thing in all caps - ANON I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT OF COURSE I WANT TO HEAR THAT

and of course you're more than welcome!!! I genuinely love reading these all and I'm honoured that my inbox is your outlet ahaha :)

[idv-murder-mystery-utopia]

“I can't blame you, honestly. The experience of having two or more rescuers is daunting— especially when if it's with either Naib or Martha.” Adalyn said with a sigh, shaking her head. The few times those two went to rescue while she decoded was... Well, not as fun as one may think. Especially against hunters like Jack or even Joseph. “If there's a team full of rescuers, I believe the hunters will have a free day bringing us down... Or experience hell, if anything.” she added with a chuckle.

“Belittlement? I see... No need to apologize— I've grown used to people acting doubtful of such things— and you're of no exception. You would've been in danger if you weren't so open to acquaintances. Personal experience can tell you that.”

Adalyn can overlook that little flaw. After all, she had experiences with her sister telling her to be more “open” to people. Mhm... If you count nosy people wanting to leech off of you, that is. Then again, who is she to judge?

Upon asking about her occupation, the novelist let's out a small giggle when she mentioned about the book she remembered. With a warm grin, she spoke,

“Granted, I do remember it's sequels and such— it's trilogy is a masterpiece, especially with one of its cases in the second book.”

She sets her scriptbook aside with a small laugh, before adding with a hum,

“You're more than welcome to read my works, you know? I do have a few around that are finished, but if you're okay with reading some drabbles and suggesting ideas, I'm open for it.”

The woman paused and raised one of the books, her eyes glinting with interest.

“One question, however— are you okay with religion? Some of my works involve such things and their past actions such as sacrificing someone... So, I'd like to know if you're squeamish about it. Just as a precaution, I would say.”

"I heard you're a rescuer in this game, which I guess is good. But... just how does that book of yours work exactly?" Louise said, looking rather doubtful yet curious (@askidv-seamstressandfencer)

“My book? Well, I'm more than happy to explain.”

She didn't like how doubtful Louise looked, but she'll let it slide— she's a rescuer, too. Plus, she's more used to concealing how she truly feels on some issues.

“Anyways, let me explain on how my book works in the matches...”

“For survivors, going through my portals would grant them a speed boost for a limited amount of time. You can get to ciphers that needs to be decoded, rescue others in the rocket chairs (and escape if the hunter hasn't destroyed the portals or the portal itself hasn't been destroyed), or even buy more time from being chased by the hunter. For kiters, this also buys them time for the hunter to focus on them while they're busy getting chased.

My portals from my scriptbook, which is this—” she raised her book with her right hand, “—only lasts for 10 seconds. I can't rip out another page immediately, since that would waste any potential ones that I can use for rescuing or for someone to get there. My portals can't be destroyed by going through by the hunters, much like how Fiona's do. However, hunters can destroy it by ripping the sole page apart.”

She paused, before speaking with a smile,

“There's also one thing you should know, miss. For every survivor that... Well, gets sent off or bleeds out, it causes paranoia. Paranoia hinders me, the novelist, to create portals or do anything. So to speak, hunters would have an easier time finding others or even the sole survivor left should they wish to cause that paranoia. If everyone else is sent off expect for two, it'll take me 15 seconds to make a portal. 20 if everyone else is gone but me.

And the worst part... Well, let's say memories does things to a person. Psychologically.”

She tend to have visions of her past, but would she mention it? No.

“For hunters, they will only get slowness should they go through my portals. It'll last for a given amount of time, so they'll have a harder time dealing with my portals if they want to go through with one.

In order for me to make one, I have to mark two parts of the location— one by memory and one by my sight. The one for my memory is where I last saw the survivor that I wish to mark to create a portal— and the other is for where I am. As an example, if I saw you in the graveyard by Red Church, or even at the second floor of the hospital in Sacred Heart, that is where I will mark the location of the portal.

Once the page is ready, I'll just rip it out of my book, set it down on the floor, and the portal at the other end will appear as well. Its ink, however, will fade— like a timer. Once it fully fades away, the portal disappears. I can't reuse the same page I've used for the portal, sadly, so I have to conserve my pages as much as possible.”

She soon stopped and nodded at Louise.

“I hope my explanation clears up any questions you may have, miss. If you do have any, feel free to ask me.”

@askidv-seamstressandfencer

[lifeluvrr]

thirty questions!

i got tagged in this by @damianosdarling like two days ago so imma do it now LOL

1) name/nickname: my name is samantha! but i don’t quite like it so i go by either sam or sammy.

2) star sign: cancer sun, aquarius moon, and gemini rising

3) height: 5′4? i think

4) birthday: july 5th!

5) favorite bands: måneskin, 5sos, queen, nirvana, the smiths, mother mother, the neighbourhood. i’m sure there is more but i can’t think of any others

6) time: 5:47 pm

7) favorite solo artists: olivia rodrigo, yde, lady gaga, melanie martinez, christian leave, willow, jesse, luke hemmings, doja cat, etc.

8) song stuck in your head: heat waves by glass animals

9) last movie you watched: angus, thongs, and perfect snogging i think LMAO

10) dream trip: norway!

11) last show: glee :>

12) when i created this blog: 2017

13) what i post: i don’t really ever post. i mainly reblog and like whatever im into at that moment.

14) last thing i googled: whether i wash my clothes with cold or hot wATERHAHAHA

15) other blogs: i have a writing blog i started months ago but since i never got around to writing on it, i barely go on there.

16) do i get asks?: nope

17) why i chose my url: cus i love cory monteith and i miss him lots :/

18) following: 425 but i need to go through some and unfollow cus i don’t read some of their stuff anymore

19) followers: 99 which im positive mostly are bots.

20) average hours of sleep: 9-12 hours :|

21) lucky number: i don’t have one

22) instruments: i play a bit of guitar and ukulele and i sing!

23) what am i wearing: michael reeves merch and black shorts with cherries on them :-)

24) dream job: i don’t have one.

25) favorite food: uhhh pizza i guess??? or pasta??

26) tea or coffee: tea! coffee is gross

27) nationality: american but im half asian.

28) favorite song(s): currently they are; heat waves by glass animals, traitor by olivia rodrigo, repeat stuff by bo burnham, for your love by måneskin, and starting line by luke hemmings.

29) last book i read: the first book from a silent voice??? maybe?

30) top 3 fictional universes i would like to live in: mcu, glee, and probably ahs

i literally have no one to tag so.....:P

[that-was-anticlimactic]

H, J, N, T?

lol hey just remembered that i had these from dec 19th lol i think i was just so mentally unwell at the time that i couldn't actually process the fact that i had asks and was capable of answering them even tho i literally reblogged the ask game lol anyways was going through my drafts and saw this and i'm MUCH better now so i went through and found the game and imma do it now <3

h - what is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tw shows, movies, books, anime, western animation, etc.)?

answered that one here <3

j - name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over tumblr. (you don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that tumblr made you aware of.)

also answered that one here lol <3

n - name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

ooooo i'll do atla for you <3 hmmmmmmm okay. 1. more gaang-centric content - like... ones that aren't about any character in particular, but more about all of them as a family. like, rather than a focus character or ship, it's just... it's them and it's platonic and it's just them being silly <3 2. more zuko kicking things <3 look. he likes kicking things in canon. let him kick. dude's got strong leg muscles, he is angry sometimes, let him kick his anger out! break some stuff!!! i think zuko kicking is the most underrated thing about him 3. more of toph (in general-) and her parents. i have SO many hcs about what toph's life was like after the war ended - specifically about her relationship with her family (also katara hates toph's family btw she told me personally). like... the atla fandom LOVES angst but we (myself included) don't explore toph's trauma and familial issues enough. her parents fricking SUCK. wait imma talk about this more in t-

t - do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

also answered this one here BUT i am MORE than happy to give another answer <3 okay so to continue about toph- after the war, she realized oh my gosh i could have/almost died and was like. i want to at least make an EFFORT to reconcile with my parents. so, she takes some time and goes back home and... they're made at her. or maybe... no, they aren't even mad. they just don't care. you know that one scene in the dragon prince where claudia says "dad, soren could've died" and viren goes "THAT DOESN'T MATTER"? yeah. that's kind of what i'm getting. and toph tries so hard to repair her family but they're just so broken. her dad tries capitalizing the fact that toph helped end the war and uses it as a flex to increase his own status (not a proud dad talking about his daughter). her mom just pretends toph didn't fight in the war and basically tries gaslighting her into thinking she didn't. her dad sees a way to make money and her mom just doesn't want to deal with the crap her dad is doing or her daughter's earth bending and. and toph just has to deal with and accept the fact that her family doesn't care that she almost died and that they'll never genuinely love her or be proud of her. but... katara comes to visit and when she leaves, she takes toph with her and helps remind her that those two idiots aren't her Real family. her real family is waiting for them at the south pole.

[chickencat8]

Get to Know Me!

aaaaaa here i goooo doin this!

Rules: answer 30 questions y tag uhh peeps you wanna get to know betters, tagged by @sleepysak 💗💓💖💕💞💕

and these peeps imma tag, tho ya dont have to if you dont wanna!: @trashunlimited @surfs-up-brian @furdyke aaa THATS IT nooneelsetaggedImmahaveanxiety attackifanymore-

name/nickname: Flora is my name! but i also go by Drapa, Chicken would be nice. Chickencat even nicer

gender: uhhhhhhhhhhh 🐔🐈🐉🦎🦄🌈♿

astrological sign: Sagittarius babeeyyy

height: used to be 5'3, but i shrunk? so now im 5'2 :>

time: 4:20 o clock HA

birthday: December 10 uwu

faavorite bands: hoooooooo boi. mah Beach Boys, Frankie Valli And The Four Seasons, Beach House, Fanfare Ciocarlia, The Cranberries, The Pillows, there is absolutely more that im forgettin...

faavorite solo artist: Neil Sedaka. and i like Johnny Cash a lot if that counts. OOH recently (took me long enough) I have discovered the wonderful works of Jack Stauber! so he's here too

song stuck in head: that stupid ass part in RENT where the awful horrible girl is singing about drinking diet coke in cyberland. ihaterentsogoshdangmuchbutthemusiciscatchytho

last movie: Book Of Life :D i love that movie 💗💖💕💕

last show: My Life as a Teenage Robot. wanted to rewatch it lately... -w-'💙

when did you create this blog: 2016! an eventful year that was for me

what do i post: Psshh like i got enough creativity to make anything asides from random meandering chatter i forget to tag :P

i do (did) Reblog a crapton of stuff though. Meems, arts, animals, disabiliity stuffs, other random things...

last thing i googled: colorful charro outfit :v

do i get asks: Nope!

why your url: so Draga used to be a nickname i would go by, then i changed it to Drapa. so its Draga AND Drapa! been thinkin bout changing it since i dont associate much with them names anymore.. cant think of good enough name yet!

following: A Lot of really kewl peeps

followers: iunno Not that much lol

i checked Its 297

average hours of sleep: i aim for around 8, but on my days off with no alarm, i tend to make the stupid decision of sleeping in and oversleeping. for a whopping 12 hours sometimes

lucky number: 8!! :3 and also 166

instruments: barely any time or energy to play much anymore... But! Got mah rainbow ukulele + my first ukulele. My flute ive had since 7th grade. Lovely oranche electric guitar ive been thinkin of switchin in for a smaller one because my stupid babey hands have trouble reaching the frets. And my dumb cheapy violin i STILL dont know how to play

whatcha wearin rn? uhhhh this super old Gravity Falls shirt with Mabel on it, and shiny shorts because its gettin hot again

dream job: OO something in the medical field. Or the science field! just something, anything. i cope with this by playing Sims and watching them at their science job ;-; hhh

dream trip: ohh im nervous to go trip... but theoretically? Finland maybe. Japan, the kitty cat cafes... Ireland ive heard is beautiful. and also a pilgrimage across Europe to the Holy Land would be nice too ^.^

last book ive read: i believe it was either the 1st or 2nd installment of Dave Pelzer's A Child Called It series, or one of the Moomin chapter books!

favorite food: anything with buffalo sauce or jalapeño juice

nationality: stinky citizen of the great ol US

favorite song: You want me to choose dude? Oh c'MON Sandy, don't make me laugh! Ha, ha, ha, ha.....

well. i so much love Don't Worry Baby by mah Beach Boys. i utterly love Dreams by the Cranberries. and i love Viva La Vida as well (you can tell how much i like a song with how many different versions of it i have saved)

top 3 fictional universe: Hrrmmm... off the top of my head, 1 is definitely Moomin universe. i'd probably be a fluffy, orange creamsicle colored snork.

2 is Zootopia, even though i wouldnt be a chicken there 😞

3 is uhhh either the My Hero Academia universe, or tbe Peculiar universe from the peculiar children book series; because i love the idea of odd powers imbued to peeps (but not necessarily superhero style stories, aint thay funky?)

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S1 E3

quarantine diaries: may 22 2020

first off thank you to y’all that like/commented/reblogged my other diary posts i really didn’t expect anyone to like or even care about my weird little thoughts :D

also imma try using bulletpoints cuz maybe it’ll look better but idk

soo... the 100 season 1 episode 3: Earth Kills

lemme...let me just start off with the title. the previous episode was titled Earth Skills now this episode is titled Earth Kills. wooooooow this show really has some peak writing. they really went like “Earth Skills” now this is really some deep stuff

Glad to know that baseball football is still america’s/the ark’s favorite pastime

a child? bitch what really was the ark thinking sending a little girl down with these criminal teens. but then again that what’s worse than a rapist...a child

that puke yellow fog that is also toxic...hunger games catching fire vibez 

atom is not dead? and he is still loyal to bellamy even after that? ok sure

“pound town” there has got to be a better name for that. i bet it was because the CW was like no cussing for you. perhaps the fact that i have not heard one single cuss word among this large group of teens is the most unrealistic thing about this show. 

or maybe among the space blob cussing was all around abolished and these poor kids were never taught so they have to resort to using “pound town” or whatever instead

you know what else is amazing...clarke just takes on the role of doctor even though we are not provided any proof that she has medical experience other than her mother is a doctor. like honey your mother had medical education you on the other hand did not. I know that she probably would be the most medically competent of the bunch but still i watch grey’s anatomy and my dad is even a doctor but that don’t mean that i would know medical shit. 

“Garden of Eden this ain’t” -Finn (7:21) finn a poet? finn writing a new book in the new testament?

bellamy really be cock blocking atom and octavia. smh like i know its his sister a girls go needs to

this trip with Wells, Clark, and Finn...strong Finn, Rey, and Poe vibez

“This is earth clarke. anything is possible” -Wells (13:10)... the american dream is still alive thank god

wells really said automobile. not car. these kids are from a different world.

Fucking charlotte is annoying me. like i know she’s a kid but come on not all kids are this annoying so no i do not like her. also bellamy did you really ask a little girl if she’s killed anything before? what if she said yes then what?

why is bellamy promoting and enabling violence for this little girl. he won’t even do this for his little sister. I mean at least stay consistent

“This is earth, everything is toxic” -Finn (19:10)...yess finn you preach about those social media influencers 

so the back to the fog... is diffusion like not a thing because honestly how did Bellamy and Charlotte survive in that cave cuz wouldn’t the fog diffusion down into the cave if there was no covering

ok ok ok this little convo between bellamy and charlotte was cute

the part where bellamy gives charlotte that knife reminded me of zuko from atla giving that earth nation boy in “zuko alone” his knife/ teaching him how to use dual swords

side notes: who else is rewatching ATLA? cuz you know i am

ohmygosh...clarke’s mom was the one that gave away the father wasn’t she

poor atom. poor gross atom. compliments to the special affects team tho

charlotte really said “don’t be afraid” wtf little girl

but also like i wasn’t that attached to him so i wasn’t that sad when he died

bellamy being amazed/kinda turned on by clarke killing atom. that jaw clench tho. if this isn’t love than idk what is

i guess i’m also starting to ship bellamy and clarke but like bellamy and wells tho i still can’t get over that one scene between the two in the first episode. you can’t lie to me and tell me that there wasn’t any sexual tension between them

poor octavia all she wanted was love. atom’s comment earlier about how much time they have is really ironic now

the real character development of this episode was murphy’s knife throwing skills. in the beginning he couldn’t even impale a tree but bitch later in the episode the little debacle with bellamy over octavia the first thing he did was impale a tree. the writers were really out there planting 

clarke really watched with her own two eyes watch her father get floated like really she should have looked away.

wells is too nice of guy letting clarke hate on him to protect her...SIMP

jasper lives

i love the bromance between jasper and monty 

FUCK YOU CHARLOTTE!!!! THIS IS NOT WHAT BELLAMY MEANT!! And right after clarke and wells made up too huh :(

they really did the black dude dies first (at least of the main characters) trope smh. Wells had so much potential as character and they just killed off ugh just ugh. there goes my bellamy x wells ship **huffs** 

yeah i want charlotte gone. please tell me that she isn’t a recurring character.

.... i guess i was right when i said a child is worse than a rapist