#in my native language

[lukewarmrod]

I have way too much time today, so my brain formed some thoughts about other side characters in the mecha AU. So Starscream, right? Where could he be? First I thought maybe he could be the leader of the decepticons, buttt i think it's funnier if he is a human. What if he is a rich kid (well, adult man), maybe even the grandchild of one of the founders of Mecha Corp.? He may be even drift compatible with a mecha, but because of the power of his family he will never be put into a mecha (aka death trap) at all cost. (Starscream is very jealous of the mecha pilots and shows it. Of course he wants to be the one thing his parents tell him he is not allowed to be.) Starscream wants and loves power, so his goal in life is to be the boss of Mecha Corp one day! And he loves flying! He also is a really talented pilot (of planes and jets and stuff). And he wants to be a part of saving humanity, too (to feel important and to prove that he is more than just his familie's money). So he starts as a jet pilot in the mecha corp, but gets a position with more power after a while: Captain of the huge cargo aircraft the "Skyfire". The Skyfire is a cargo aircraft hat can carry mecha and their pilots to places that are either too far away to walk or too hard to reach. And for some reason this air craft has a very emotional intelligent AI. Enough for Starscream to get waaay to emotional attached to this plane. So, sometimes he and the mecha pilots have to work together to reach the quints and every time starscream makes it very clear to everyone involved how important his role is for saving humanity and that the mecha pilots are nothing without him! couldn't even reach the target alone! Also, what if his officers are his two cousins Skywarp and Thundercracker, who tease him a lot about his attachment to the Skyfire-AI, espeacially when the AI wins an argument and gives Starcream a bad concious (about taunting some mecha pilots or subordinates).

[cmentary]

Sevika x Reader - College AU

Sevika x reader, college au, 4th year reader, 5th year teachers 'helper Sevika', later on reader's tutor, no "y/n" or "reader", reader is referred to as X because she just is.

Today is one of those days which you don't experience many times in your life. Usually it's 5, unless you're unlucky enough to be forced to take a few more due to your failing grades. Luckily X didn't experience this displeasure and she was just about to start her 4th year of college. 

She was never forced to repeat a year, her grades were just fine… Except for math. 

Throughout the years she was blessed with an amazing tutor, a lovely lady in her 50s, who's been getting her to pass math each year since 7th grade of primary school. Unfortunately, people age, her tutor did and so did her mother. Because of her mothers condition, the math tutor was not able to support X this year. Reasonably it sent her into VERY lightly panic. 

With teachers like that and brains like this, on the first day after summer X was unable to find any crumbs of hope to brighten the day up and it would only get more complicated from this point. 

Housing system? Completely changed, this year everyone got assigned new dorm rooms. Unlike for the previous three years when X would share a room with some student a year below her, who'd rarely attend lectures, disappear for the whole night for parties and come back in the morning to sleep though half of the day, now she was completely alone.

Now what would greet her was an empty room, which she didn't decorate much, it didn't seem necessary (and it's not like she could afford much dust catchers). The only thing brought into the simple dorm was a pair of bags filled with clothes and necessary hygienic products. 

As the first few weeks flew by filled with simple classes like linguistics and those subjects directly related to her major, alongside those which she could deal with were also those she couldn't deal with much, especially math. 

It was almost half of the way towards the first session into the semester when the math teacher brought to class some sort of an assistant. Which from the looks surely did not seem like one. Teachers ‘little’ helper was a woman well above 6 feet of height, dark skinned, tanned enough to look as if she was golden, with short brown hair usually with it's top half tied up, not dressing too assistant-like, most of the time wearing sweatpants and t-shirts or compression shirts both which hugged her muscles tightly. She was a year five student, probably shooting towards becoming some sort of a substitute teacher.

She brought insecurities to boys from X's year group, being much more well built than the majority of them. During lectures whispers and giggles could be heard between other girls, who'd wonder whether she's even a woman with a silhouette like that. What was caught by X's attention was how a student made it, to be standing near the teachers desk, not sitting somewhere in the crowd AND still having time to hit the gym to maintain physique as impressive as hers. 

A few more math lectures ran by, accompanied by naps overtaking X's consciousness and occasional glances shared with the teachers assistant. Her expression stoic, yet surely irritated and disappointed with the lack of attention from the group of students. No matter how detailed and pretty were X's notes, everything the math teacher said would go in through her one ear and escape through the other. A pretty silly idea was born in her mind. How ridiculous could it possibly be to ask the older student for help in math? Not in class of course, since that surely would be considered forbidden, but it wouldn't hurt much to ask for help outside the lectures. At least couldn't help more than failing the semester. 

As one of the cruelly un-understandable lectures came to it's end, the teacher left, so did the crowd of uninterested students. As for X… she was catching up on sleep, pretty much looking dead as her head layed on her arms on her desk. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Come on sleeping beauty, the class is over”. As X rubbed her eyes to regain her vision's focus, her head rose to gaze towards the voice that woke her up. She looked around herself to see the lecture Hall empty as the lights were already halfway turned off. “Fuck sorry” X mumbled more to herself than to the other, but her disorientation caused the taller woman to let out an amused chuckle as she slowly headed toward the exit. X's quickly stuffed her bag with whatever she left laying around and caught up to the other. “Wait a second I've been meaning to ask-” taller woman stopped and turned around to face the tired student. “I know you're probably really busy with lectures, gym, finals and whatever you could possibly have going on, but… I suck at *pointing vaguely towards the whiteboard filled with calculations* whatever this is supposed to be and I was wondering if I could somehow persuade you to… tutor me a little because the exam is coming up, my tutor has an elderly sick mother and I can't figure out any of those stuff on my own. Since you're here I'm assuming your math skills are thriving and mine couldn't been worse and-” a subtle deep laugh cut X off her endless ramble as a piece of paper written somewhere halfway through her monologue was written and put into her hand. “Here, my phone and dorm room number. Save your silver tongue for the teachers. If you want to pay me, bring a drink with you, for both of us and then we'll get to talking.” She waved you off and walked away. 

[stereoberryes]

poet's eye

[sobeksewerrat]

Randomly remembered that one time my grandma called me an Arabic slur for transmascs as a compliment.

She doesn't even know I'm trans, she probably doesn't even know it is a slur, she just did it cos I don't act very feminine ig.

I know it should probably make me feel uncomfortable or scared or sth but honestly I have never felt more validated than that moment. One of my most treasured memories.

[teapotart]

witch and grandson

[leadyouinthesummer]

is it normal to be friends with someone for 13 years and still go 'shit how do you spell his name??' every 2 months or do i have dys-something?

[rronikaveterr]

literally GASPED when heard Kane is talking russian

[colloline]

Bluest hour.

Originally a bw lighting study but i played around and found blue prettier. Anyway here’s the bw version because i like it too.

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[bllmak]

replaying ace attorney 4

[colossrat]

That's it, after years of getting to know the league, they are finally revealing themselves (some of them at least), their true identity. they are all very mature and happy to know the faces and names of their friends. but them, there is Batman.

Many heroes are waiting with a sparkle in their eyes. It turns out that when they found out they were going to do this, some heroes decided it would be fun to make some bets on guesses about what they would be like. flash, green arrow, the lanters, captain marvel, aquaman, hawkgirl, cyborg, you know.

Diana didn't play, as she already knows most of their names and it wouldn't be fair, the same goes for J'onn, Superman, Batman etc

Batman takes a deep breath (not that anyone notices) and takes off his cowl.

they. went. deadly. silent.

he expected gaps, perhaps screams. "YOU'RE THAT BILLIONAIRE" type of thing. but no. he watches their faces turn to horror, minus Captain Marvel, who sports a shit-eating grin so big and bright it could compete with the sun.

Cap giggles, like a little devil. slowly, he looks that the companion is at his side. flash, or barry, is pale. Green Arrow's, aka oliver queen, jaw is on the floor. Aquaman also known as Arthur is looking like a dead fish, as if he had been out of the water for too long. and like that it goes.

Diana and Superman are suppressing their smiles. Maybe they know what it's about? I mean, Bruce knows it's about the stakes. but he didn't know all the details because he didn't want to get involved.

flash is the first to speak

Flash: i cant... oh my god. im broke.

he was so deadly serious it made bruce frown. just a little bit.

The captain's smile gets bigger and bigger and, like a good teammate, he explains:

Marvel: Everyone was betting that you were some kind of ex-war criminal, a super broke guy, a homeless guy who, when he's not beating up criminals, is sleeping in a trash can. you know the vibe. but not me, I knew you were a rich guy, with a lot of trauma.

Batman frowns even more.

Bruce: how?

Marvel: Remember when, 1 and a half years ago, we were hit by that villain that makes people laugh? Yes, I knew there. you have a rich guy laugh. there was no way anyone could manipulate it. I could hear the money in your tears... and the trauma...

Bruce: you knew I was rich and… traumatized… because of the way I laughed…? hmn. Very good, Marvel. I didn't expect such a deduction from you.

Marvel: nah, its not even such a big thing. what is big is my price! I don't even know how to pronounce how many I just won. When I said you were a playboy, they raised the stakes so much that I'll probably have to deny some things…

Flash: oh my god... the deed from where I live…

Aquaman: the deed from where you LIVE? my dude, I just lost my kingdom!

Little Billy will take the money, maybe, because he's not stupid or anything. but he's not going to leave his colleagues in such a bad situation, he's going to let them visit his houses from time to time!

[threemusicalgenres]

I feel very conflicted about wanting to read House of Leaves.

On one hand, it's horror, and I don't know how well I can handle horror in written media (despite the fact that I love everything that it does with its text presentation and references, as well as the fact that I love with all my might alien/impossible geometry)

On the other hand, I know, deep inside my soul, that I will come here to be spooked and I will come out crying my eyes out. I've seen essays on myhouse.wadm and the moment it clicked on me that it is, and always has been, a love story, something in my brain has been changed chemically forever.

On the other other hand, I tend to develop an obsessive behaviour with rabbit-hole type of media and I don't want to have to go with that.

And on the other other other hand, I want to write this type of horror, so reading it counts as much needed research.

[susie-dreemurr]

Fun fact: Immediately after this, my screen darkened then faded to a computer background-type selection of IRL landscapes titled “Beautiful Art.” I pressed all the buttons on the console, but couldn’t leave that screen. I had to turn the TV off & on again to get things back to normal. This lasted like 3 minutes.

This was my first playthrough so I thought this was just a fucking terrifying feature nobody talked about until telling my mutual. I still have no clue what the actual fuck happened. Help me.

[prilita]

why did i say "cup" to myself outloud

[iconbyunghun]

Pretty doll

Pairing: Jin Hyun Pil x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are his pretty assistant, who has no right to refuse anything he orders you to do.

Warnings: Smut 18+, age gap (early 20s/50s), oral (m recieving), power dynamics, degradation, exhibitionism (kinda)

Word count: 1.2 k

a/n: I watched "Master" a few days ago, and I didn’t have a single pure thought about this man. This is a quick one shot, but I promise there will be many more to come! :)

The deafening cheers and applause of the crowd faded into the distance as you walked down the hallway toward the exit. The echo of the ovation still vibrated against the walls, yet inside you, there was only a tense silence.

At your side, drawing every gaze, walked Jin Hyun Pil. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his imposing figure. He radiated authority with each step, flanked by his security guards, while you, his pretty assistant, kept pace with precise coordination.

Gone was the charming smile, the image of One Network Inc.’s charismatic leader. Now, his face was something else, serious, cold, calculating. Since you started working for him, you have been captivated by his duality.

"You're coming with me." His voice was an unyielding command, accompanied by a gaze that raked over you from head to toe before he stepped into the car. One of the men accompanying him held the door open to the waiting vehicle.

Without hesitation, you followed him inside. The door shut with a sharp click, and the engine purred softly as the driver received the signal to start moving.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick, charged with a tense silence. You sat beside him, a small distance between you, gripping your notepad like an anchor. You were his personal assistant, but from the very first day, he had made it clear that the exorbitant salary and privileges he granted you were not a gesture of generosity for your pretty face and intelligence. He needed you for other things. Things more… intimate.

"How was I today?" he asked with a half-smile, raising a hand to slide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with a loose strand. His tone was light, almost amused, but his dark eyes studied you with an intensity that kept you on the edge of submission.

"Impeccable as always, sir," you replied with a small, timid smile, forcing yourself to maintain composure.

His expression hardened instantly. His fingers closed firmly around your chin, tilting your face toward him.

"I've already told you how you should refer to me in private." His other hand tugged gently at your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze.

A soft gasp escaped your lips. The slight pull wasn’t painful, but the combination of his tone and touch sent a shiver through you. You briefly averted your eyes toward the driver, an older man whose expression remained impassive, as if nothing beyond the wheel existed in his world.

You swallowed.

“Sorry, Daddy…” you whispered. 

His smile returned, full of satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth, biting slowly, enjoying your reaction. His hand moved down your body with exasperating slowness, sliding under your skirt.

Your breathing hitched.

“Daddy’s had a rough day,” he murmured in a deep voice, his lips brushing your skin. “Why don’t you use that cute little mouth of yours to help me relax?”

Your body tensed.

“Right now?” you asked in a shaky whisper, all too aware of the driver’s presence. “Why don’t we wait until we’re alone?”

His response was immediate and abrupt.

“Are you stupid or what?” His voice turned cold and sharp. Before you could react, he yanked you suddenly, causing you to lose your balance. Your body hit the carpet of the car with a thud.

“I pay you to follow my orders when I give them, not to question me.” His gaze was ice-cold, his patience gone.

Your chest rose and fell with force, the weight of his words settling heavily on your skin. The car continued moving forward, the driver silent, as if the scene behind him was nothing more than a void in the rearview mirror’s reflection.

“I'm sorry,” you hurried to say while your hands moved tremblingly to the zipper of his dress pants. You felt his excitement tightening the fabric and his darkened gaze fixed on you.

He ran his fingers through his grey hair, a mocking smile playing on his lips, before tilting his head and fixing his gaze on you with intensity. He relished how docile you were and how easily he could control you, turning you into a complete mess.

He helped you pull down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his prominent erection. You wrapped your hands around it, caressing him up and down.

“Hey, Dong Ik,” he said loudly, his voice raspier than usual as he addressed the driver. “Could you put on some music?”

“Of course, sir,” came the calm response.

Soft notes of a song you hadn’t heard before filled the car. The volume was set to a reasonable level for everyone inside. You couldn’t help but wonder if he did this with his previous assistants, as both men seemed completely at ease with the situation.

“Are you feeling calmer now?” he asked, running his hands over your cheeks before gripping the sides of your head tightly. You nodded.

“Open that pretty little mouth.” He demanded, guiding you straight to his cock, and without warning, he thrust it deep into your throat, making you choke and suppress a gag before he pulled you away with a laugh of pure enjoyment. “Sorry, baby, but having you on your knees makes me lose a bit of myself control.”

Without answering him, you continued on your own, starting with a lick along one of the veins that ran along his erect member. With your right hand, you held him, while with your left, you massaged his balls. In the short time you had been doing this, he had taught you quite well, and the hard way, how he liked to be touched

When you reached the tip, you tasted his essence concentrated in tiny drops. You took him into your mouth, descending slowly while your tongue danced around him before ascending with intense suction. His breathing became erratic, and a growl escaped his lips.

“What a good little doll I have gotten myself,” he praised, throwing his head back and letting out more gasps.

You continued pleasuring him, and you couldn't help but feel your center wet and in need of his touch. You would never openly admit it, but it excited you to be humiliated by him.

“That's right, my precious slut, just like thaaat.” He commented especially loudly when you took him completely in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat. His hands went back to your head, and he held you like that for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Tears were present in your eyes. Looking at you, he only wanted more of that expression on your face.

He held your head, and as if it were his sex doll, he began to fuck your mouth, your saliva mixed with his own liquids escaping from your mouth, in the car the music mixed with the sounds of wetness, gasps, and your muffled complaints.

When he finally felt that he was about to finish, he pulled out, and you automatically opened your mouth to receive his essence; he caressed himself for a few more seconds before emptying himself on your tongue and face.

He smiled proudly when he saw his work of art, your teary eyes, totally disheveled hair, and swollen lips with drops of his essence all over your face.

“I think you deserve a raise” he commented happily, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the forehead.