#it makes me wanna explode things with my mind

[liorlen]

mon amour, danse et danse, on se tourne autour

[starscreamingg]

Okay I'm so sleep deprived so pardon whatever this is but something that's got me FUCKED up about ai generated pictures songs writing is that it just fucking kills the ability to analyse for me because there's no fucking INTENTION behind it. Like why was this decision made why were these colours used what does that say about the work NOTHING because a bunch of programming took work that DID have intent and theme and purposeful choices and turned it into SLOP. Like I COULD analyse this but it doesn't MEAN anything it's EMPTY I want to EXPLODEEE

[feroluce]

So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?

Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.

So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.

The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!

And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.

He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,

and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!

I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.

And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.

And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.

And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.

[diathadevil]

Do you ever think about how Fakir, after him and Ahiru finally broke everything that kept the town of Goldkröne in the ghostly hands of its writer, after they finally have some air of peace over the town finally being able to live in its intended early 2000s environment, that Fakir still feels at times like it's not real and that for a while he fears that if he closes his eyes it'll be back in Drosselmeyer's control. Like it just doesn't feel real to him during that first year of calm, until he feels the dull pain on his recovering hand injury and Ahiru who follows him without a pendant anywhere to be found.

He doesn't feel it's real, the calm finality of this town, but he makes sure to feel the scar on his hand. And he makes sure to hold the little duck and realize that she is who she has always been. Him and the town are finally living peacefully.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

angel neil is strangling me to death

someone tell me how to write this shit

[flutterzya]

[agayconcept]

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[chaotictomtom]

trying to check out to see if i'll ever manage to get top surgery this year and. let's just say i thought the delay would be bigger but. the price is still always such a big ass problem i kinda wanna bash my head against a wall but. anyway

[gradelstuff]

Looking back at some screencaps i took of the hospital fight, I think the entire situation would've made me less mad if the heroes were just honest about wanting to kill Tomura while he's comatose in the fishtank ngl

[skylilac]

what games do adults play at dinner parties LMFAOOOOOO this is so dumb

[suempu]

Looooving the Laios content!!!! If you have any nsfw headcanons for him we would love to hear those too👀

<3 i tried to keep it as gn as possible. reader is on the receiving end

laios wouldn’t really be interested in sexual things unless you ask him about it.

getting intimate with him would have to happen at random or unplanned.

he’s really just content with kissing and hugging you, he’s never once thought of sex. one kiss is enough to get him so high and happy.

please makeout with this man, it gets him going. he loves your lips, the way you hum into his mouth, and the gentle caresses you leave on his arm while you do.

your first makeout session gets him hard. normally, you two only exchange sweet kisses and touches, so he was shocked when you decided to crawl over his lap to hold his face better.

his mind explodes from there.

he’s a whimperer, please guys agree with me on this. a lot of quiet gasps and surprised voice cracks are gonna come out of him.

“mmf… nghh… mMph-!”

he loves it when you tug on his hair, when your fingers dig into his roots and firmly pulling it back while you grind down at him.

laios likes putting his hands around your body, he embraces you while moaning into your mouth, eager for more of your taste.

dont get me started with the whole “taste” thing.

this man loves to eat, we all know that. but he loves to eat you.

the first time is awkward, as he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch you and he’s quite hesitant.

“i just… don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“laios, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it, okay?

you’re both learning each other’s bodies, and after much reassurance he leans in and nips at your neck.

he’s a… mouthy person. loves sucking on your skin, biting your ear (gently of course), moaning into your shoulder. one thing he loves to do, which isn’t inherently sexual, is to wrap his arms around you while nosing and kissing the skin between your jaw to your shoulder.

he trails his lips all over you, making you giggle and moan at the same time. he just likes feeling you out tbh

laios is def girthy, nothing extreme, just a bit thicker than you’d realize. he’s kind of shy at first, no one has ever seen him like this so he doesn’t know if he’s considered “sexy” or attractive

until now, he paid no mind to his body, didn’t care if people found him hot or anything, but he’s suddenly embarrassed when its you.

“i-is it good enough…?”

“you’re literally bigger than 4 of my fingers combined.”

but yes, please praise this man. tell him you love him and that he’s beautiful.

laios eats up the praise, he has a dopey smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. he loves knowing that he can satisfy you, it makes him feel fulfilled.

once you actually get to it, his body was trembling from the heat and warmth. he moans shakily while nuzzling his face into your hair, murmuring about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

he’s really loud. he’ll moan in your ear with no hesitation and you tease him about it afterwards.

aftercare with him is comfy and cozy. you both are spent as you cuddle into each other, basking in the afterglow.

he has such a loving gaze, he looks so much like a big puppy that it makes your heart melt.

“that… was really good.” he sighs, lips nuzzled into your hair. pulling back from his chest, you rub his cheeks as you relax into the pillows, staring up at him with a smug face. “i can tell. with the way you came after 10 seconds.”

“please don’t.” he groans.

don’t worry, after a few times he will memorize all the sensitive spots in your body and get you to cum a thousand more.

laios has good stamina and he can go for at least 2 or 3 more rounds. if you’re too tired, he’ll use his remaining energy to carry you to the bathroom and wash you both off.

will unintentionally get hard while he’s cleaning you, so please forgive him for that. he’s just really attracted to you lmao

“next time maybe you can try pulling my hair.” you lean back against his chest in the tub. “or maybe a tug?”

“i don’t know… i wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you.”

“……”

“…”

“laios are you hard right now?”

“i’m sorry.”

after that, you both will have a relaxing routine of drying each other’s hair and brushing your teeth before sleeping.

laios is eager to learn more about your body and he’s genuinely excited to figure out what gets you going. 100/10 lover, he can’t wait to go again.

[peachinspiration]

bro like dude

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Multi-talented Queen"

How I imagine the lads men react to hearing you sing for the first time.

Zayne

MC: Why are you staring at me?

Zayne: Just trying to figure out when you were going to tell me you could sing

MC: Okay prophet did you figure it out yet?

Zayne: Yes I have

MC: and what's the answer?

Zayne: You never were this is the only point in time when I was going to find out

MC: Im shy about my singing voice why are you mad?

Zayne: Im not upset ... I would just like to hear it more often

MC: Alright I'll sing you to sleep or something

Zayne: I accept your terms

MC: I was kidding hold on

Zayne: Too late I've already agreed to the terms and conditions

MC: What were the terms and conditions?!?!

Rafayel

MC: *Singing as she steps out of the shower*

Rafayel: *Busts open the bathroom door*

MC: WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

Rafayel: Why'd you stop singing?

MC: Because you busted in here like a fed and im butterball naked

Rafayel: Yea ..... nice ... very nice

MC: Focus fishie

Rafayel: Why didn't you tell me you could sing?

MC: you never asked

Rafayel: Do it again

MC: Do I bust in on you while you're naked and demand for you to sing?

Rafayel: I mean id be fine with that

MC: Get out

Rafayel: Sing first

MC: No

Rafayel: Come on please?

MC: You sing

Rafayel: I can't

MC: is your voice that bad?

Rafayel: No I have the vocals of a siren it will kill you

MC: *laughs*

Rafayel: ...

MC: ...

MC: Wait you're serious?

Xavier

Xavier: Are there any other secrets you're hiding?

MC: Are you still on this?

Xavier: You hid it from me

MC: I didn't hide anything I just didn't sing around you

Xavier: You hid it

MC: I get nervous singing in front of people and you still give me butterflies by just looking at me

Xavier: If I close my eyes will that help?

MC: That's not how it works Xavier

Xavier: What if I stand on the balcony with my back to you?

MC: Why do you want me to sing so bad?

Xavier: ....It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard

MC: S-STOP !

Sylus

Sylus: *Holds up his phone and plays a recording* You'd give Princess Fiona a run for her money

MC: MEPHISTO CAN RECORD???

Sylus: How many times do I have to remind you that he is a mechanical crow?

MC: He's a little shit that's what he is....

Sylus: What exactly was your plan?

MC: I was trying to make him explode the same way Fiona did

Sylus: and what came of that?

MC: Leave me alone Sylus

Sylus: How do you have so much animosity towards a crow?

MC: Why does your crow have so much static with me?

Sylus: You should sing more often

MC: No

Sylus: What if I say please?

MC: Still no

Sylus: Shall I beg?

MC: Still no ... well actually ... wait n-no ... I get nervous there's nothing you can say that will change my mind

Sylus: I'll move Mephisto into one of the twins rooms

MC: Send me a list of songs you wanna hear

[woniedarlin]

Helloooo! Since you've mentioned taking rqs I want to request jungwon getting cuteness aggression from reader since he deffo squishes the life out of stuffed animals and things he finds cute 😂

Cuteness Aggression

Pairing: bf! Jungwon x fem! reader

Synopsis: Jungwon has a problem. Every little thing you do makes him lose it. One look at you, and Jungwon completely loses it. One sleepy mumble, and he’s smothering you in kisses. It’s not his fault you’re too cute… right?

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, Anonie! I’m sorry for the wait—I wanted to make this extra cute. I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading, everyone!

Caution: Slight mention of death (not serious). Extreme levels of cuteness ahead! Proceed with caution!

Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

You barely had time to react before Jungwon lunged at you.

“JUNGWON, WAIT—”

Thud!

Too late. He tackled you onto the couch, making you scream as you landed flat on your back. Before you could even process what was happening, Jungwon grabbed your face with both hands and aggressively shook your cheeks back and forth. “WHY—ARE—YOU—SO—CUTE—IT’S—MAKING—ME—MAD?!” each word punctuated by another shake.

Your vision blurred from the rapid movement. “Jungwon! stop! I’m gonna get whiplash—”

“I CAN’T!” he groaned and was still squishing your face. “IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING ANNOYINGLY CUTE!”

You tried to swat his hands away, but he refused to let go. He just kept shaking you, “I WANNA—BITE—YOUR—CHEEKS!” he blurted out.

You let out another scream. This time, out of pure disbelief. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Jungwon finally lets go of your cheeks, only to grab you in a tight bear hug instead. He rolled you both side to side. “I DON’T KNOW!” he groaned into your shoulder. “I JUST WANNA SQUEEZE YOU UNTIL YOU POP.”

“Oh..’’ You lay there while stunned. “…That’s actually terrifying.”

Jungwon groaned louder and gripped onto you. “I CAN’T HELP IT! YOU MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND.”

You sucked in a breath. “JUNGWON—I’M—GONNA—DIE.”

“THEN DIE CUTE.”

“LET ME GO!”

“No.”

And he squeezed you even tighter.

💎

Sigh

That’s all what you did.

You barely had time to blink before he launched himself at you.

“NOOOO, YOU CAN’T JUST SIGH LIKE THAT—”

Before you could react, he had grabbed you, lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

“JUNGWON, PUT ME DOWN!” flailing as he spun you in circles.

“Nope, nope, nope! That sigh was too cute. TOO CUTE!” he ranted. “I don’t know what to do with myself—so now you have to suffer!”

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse—

He started swinging you side to side like a rag doll.

“JUNGWON, STOP—”

“CAN’T! YOU’RE TOO CUTE! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

Your blanket had unraveled entirely at this point, your arms and legs flailing helplessly as he continued his assault of aggressive affection. Then he nuzzled his face into your cheek, aggressively rubbing against you. “You’re so soft—UGH—I’M GONNA EXPLODE.”

Dizzy and breathless, you could barely even process what was happening anymore.

“JUNGWON, I SWEAR—”

“Shhh,” he cut you off and squeezed you tighter. “Just accept your fate.”

And he just kept circling. And circling. And circling—

Until your stomach made a very, very concerning sound.

“…Uh.”

Your head tilted back weakly, “Jungwon… I don’t feel so good—”

five minutes later.

You were hunched over the toilet, gripping the edges of the bowl for dear life as Jungwon held your hair back, wincing. “You’re doing great,” he muttered while awkwardly patting your back as you retched. The bathroom was silent for a moment…except for the distant sound of your suffering.

Then Jungwon sighed. “You know… this is technically still your fault.”

You turned your head to glare at him. Too weak to throw something at him.

He grinned. “Worth it, though.”

💎

You had fallen into a deep sleep. The soft sound of Jungwon's breathing beside you made you feel calm and helped you fall asleep. But then, a loud squeal suddenly woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes, and then you saw him. Jungwon was sitting above you, his hands raised like claws.

“Jungwon?” you mumbled, still half-asleep.

He squealed again as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t resist! You’re just too cute!”

You blinked, confused at first, still trying to process what was happening. But then you saw his hands, claws in the air, moving closer toward your face. “No, no, no…” you groaned, still trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, but Jungwon was already hovering over you. The exaggerated shaking of his hands continued.

“You’ve awakened Jungwon, the bear,” he said, his voice almost sing-song as he wiggled his fingers menacingly. “Gonna get ya!”

You let out a groggy sigh. “Jungwon, stop it…” you whined, pushing him lightly.

But he only giggled, shaking his hands a little more vigorously. “Nope! Can’t stop now! Look at you, all cute and sleepy! It’s too much for me!”

You sighed, tired to fight back properly, but not without a small smile.

He paused for a moment, hovering above you. His eyes softened for a second. “You’re too adorable,” he said softly before finally collapsing beside you. His arms wrapped around you in a hug.

Peck.

A kiss landed on your forehead.

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Another on your cheek. Then another on your lips. And another. Before you knew it, Jungwon was rapid-fire pecking your whole face

You groaned but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face as you buried your head into his chest. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered before settling back into his arms. And this time, as you drifted back to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the chaos that was Jungwon.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[machveil]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2wddQqs/

Just pulling Simon belt to rile him up

activated my neurons, anon— my brain is screaming

Come a Little Closer

spontaneous Simon “Ghost” Riley fic because ough— anon dropped a nuclear bomb on my brain and it exploded. Simon Riley didn’t know he had a thing for being lightly manhandled… he does now

CW: fem!reader, light manhandling (Simon receiving), Munch!Simon

Simon Riley is tall, he’s 6’2”/~188cm. he’s used to bending down to kiss you, coming to you for affection. he’ll take a couple strides over to you before pressing his lips to your forehead, leaning down to peck your cheek. sweet, little moments where he scoops you up to get his fill

Simon Riley loves when you smile up at him, coming to him for affection. when you wrap your arms around his waist, soft laughter pulled from you when he cups your cheeks and peppers your face with small kisses, “This what you wanted, lovie? Needed your Simon?”. it makes his ego soar knowing he’s the one you want, he’s the one that gets to pull you in and love on you

Simon Riley, who didn’t see it coming, flusters when you slip your thumbs around his belt loops, pulling him to you. it was a small, gentle pull, enough to have his hips tugged forward. he doesn’t expect the warmth spreading to his cheeks, the way his breath hitches - he’s a little awestruck as you lean up to kiss him. he’s felt flustered around you before, but this? his knees go a little weak as he kisses you back, shaky hands moving to rest on your hips

he’s been thrown around and manhandled during training, body pushed around and moved out of his control, but when you do it? it’s so gentle, caring as you pull him closer. it makes his heart squeeze, head spinning as you grin against his lips. when you move to pull back he cups your cheeks, calloused hands holding you like glass as he chases your lips, “‘Nother, give me another, love.”, he murmurs

Simon goes a couple days just thinking, replaying that kiss over in his head - you tugging on his belt loops. he stops wearing belts around the house, hoping you’ll come up to him and do it again, pull him whenever you want. he isn’t used to feeling like this, a strange warmth in his chest blooming at the memory

vulnerable, he trusts that you’ll treat him as carefully as he treats you. and as he rolls that memory around in his mind, his own hands settling on his hips, thumbs idly resting in his belt loops, he comes to a conclusion. he’s checking every room for you, stalking through your home with quiet footsteps. and when he spots you? he slowly comes up behind you, suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist, “Lovie.”, he croons, “Wanna try somethin’.”

he leads you to the bedroom, hand softly gripping yours as he gestures for you to sit on the bed. and he speaks so tenderly to you, hands parting your legs as he kneels on the floor. his request is soft spoken, a contrast to his gravely voice

“You— you want me to what?”, you ask, his request catching you off guard. he rests his chin on your thigh, hands kneading at your calves as he hums, “Use me, love.”. it has your cheeks feeling warm when he presses a kiss to your stomach, smiling against your shirt, “Please? Jus’ gotta tell me what to do, yeah?”

nothings even happened yet and he’s already hard, strained against his boxers and jeans. he’d be lying if he denied just the thought of you guiding him didn’t make his gut swirl with need. your reserved, tough Simon at your feet, looking up at you like you’ve hung the stars - he shifts to kiss a little lower, at the edge of your pants before he speaks again, “Anything you want, love, I’ll do it.”

and who’s he to deny you when your hand slowly rests on top of his head, careful as you lightly grip his hair. he coos sweet praise as you hesitantly guide him down, his hands moving to undo your pants. you push up slightly, hips off the bed so he can shift your pants down. he’s making sure you’re comfortable and content before kissing your thighs. he nearly chuckles when you guide him back between your legs

maybe he’s just being a tease, but when you ask him to lick he does just that - not moving your underwear out of the way. before you can complain he’s already lapping at you through the thin fabric, “S’good, love— this what you wanted?”. the friction is wonderful, has you absentmindedly tugging at his hair - pulling soft moans from Simon. he does want to tug your underwear off, maybe buy you a new pair and rip these ones, but he can wait

it gets to him though, and you can’t blame him, of course not. your Simon can be needy, not that he’d admit that, and he can’t help himself when he brings a rough hand down to your ankle. he gently moves your leg a little closer to him and straddles it, rocking his hips against your shin

eyes fluttering shut, he groans when you grind against his mouth - a moment passing before you ask him to actually eat you out. hips stuttering against your leg as he pulls back, his lips are already slick with his drool. “Yes, ma’am.”, gruff voice low as he tugs them to the side, a quick kiss pressed to your clit before he’s lapping at you again

a perfect night for Simon, your hand guiding him around where you need him most - from his mouth sucking on your clit, to your hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers pumping in and out of you. he’s letting you use him just as he had requested, anything for his lovie, hips pounding against yours

[many-gay-magpies]

someone tell me why my mom always feels the need to make things 10x more stressful than they need to be