#it's the guy that people forget about lol
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
DAVIS AND REED, I OWE YOU MY LIFE. THANK YOU OH SO MUCH
Okay. Ejem. MOON. YOU'RE KILLING ME. As ADORABLE as the Smoon moments in this were, using a love potion to jump straight into dating is nawt good. Buuut that's obvious and whenever the presumable part two to this ep comes out and Sun snaps out of it and Moon gets hella reprimanded, we're gonna see Moon get his comeuppance there, so for now let me gush about the cute Smoon moments.
THEM GOING "Hiii Sun", "Hiii Moon" WAS SO. AJFHSDF. AUGH. THEY'RE SO CUTE. AND MOON KISSING SUN ON THE CHEEK??? I LEVITATED OFF MY CHAIR. MY HEART IS SO FULL.
Moon going "I'm no longer alone" I just. Guys I know the love potion is wrong but HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVEDDD. Scratching at the walls of my enclosure.
Even tho they weren't the focal-point of the ep, the Freddy, Roxy, and Monty moments were funny too lol.
AAAND oh my GOD Moon literally made 192 different cupcakes for Sun 'cause he didn't know what his favorite was so he just made them all. I'm unwell. I'm weak. I'm in the floor. SUN. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHENEVER YOU SNAP OUT OF THIS POTION PLEASEEE DON'T HATE MOON PLEASE DON'T I'M ON MY KNEES. PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY GAY BLOCK MEN AWAY FROM ME
ALSO. Also, let me say, before people go TOO hard on the "Oh my god Moon is so messed up for this nooo!" PLEASE do NOT forget- Sun used a love potion on Roxy as well. It's not that serious, or at least, if you're going to be mad at Moon for this, hold Sun to the same standards and be mad at Sun for potioning Roxy as well!!! Neither of the times were. Good. But they both happened!!! And both potion-users were in the wrong for it!!!
Okay, now I'm gonna go watch the ep again skjdfhdsf
#masm#moon and sun minecraft#masm sun#masm moon#moon and sun minecraft sun#moon and sun minecraft moon#smoon#sun x moon#moon x sun#yapping about smtn tag
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
everyone forgets my morally grey baby so please consider picking up tyranny in this sale. it's by obsidian (fallout new vegas, pillars of eternity, the outer worlds, kotor 2).
it's only £6.24 for the standard edition. i would recommend picking up the dlcs bastard's wound (£6.39) and tales from the tiers (£2.94) as well (which you can grab in the gold edition, however i can't give a price for that as i already own all the items in it lol).
if you want a game where you're able to be as evil as you like, side with different evil factions, play as morally grey or neutral as you want, be entirely selfish and self-centred, be faced with hard decisions and multiple reasons to replay, and interact with some of the most fun companions i've ever had the pleasure to know, who will fight with each other and hate each other and are not afraid to voice their opinions on your choices, how about an intense relationship with your boss that borders appropriate, or a mentor who loves when you talk shit to him but will kill you if you go too far and calls you kid? just... oughh.. it's just so good guys. it's really just so good, and i never see people talk about it!!!
"I enjoy killing, Fatebinder. Doesn't mean I think everyone deserves to die."
49 notes
·
View notes
Text
i haven't written fanfics in forever but this came to me in a dream after seing more and more Tom Taylor/Cregan content.
i'm not a native speaker and i'm not willing to go to length to write proper english, so this is all i can offer.
this fic is loosely inspired by my own backpacking trip where i was stuck in a train somewhere in austria and things would've been so much better if they ended up like this:
A Game of UNO
everybody has had a crush on a stranger on public transport, right? this is a story about how briefly meeting one of the most handsome men ever has turned your life upside down (always wanted to use that cringe sentence somehow lol)
warnings: a bit of smut, fingering, cunnilingus, handjob, blowjob, semi-public 'sex'
words: ~8.5k
this is set in the modern world, somewhereon the tracks of eastern europe.
also loosely inspied by this story from toms insta because if that man was sitting in front of me in a train, i would forget myself
https://x.com/tomtaylorfiles/status/1832120778034237528?s=19
you struggled as you tried to squeeze past multiple other patrons trying to find an empty seat, your backpack getting caught on door handles or in tight spaces as you tried to be as little of a nuisance as possible.
it was only your second week of backpacking, yet you already had enough of it. currently traveling from croatia to slovenia, you were already struggling with the scorching august heat.
it was hot.
you felt sticky.
your travel-buddy injured himself and had to cut your backpacking trip short.
the last thing the universe could grant you was a decent seat near an open window, preferably without anyone getting into close proximity to you.
just as you finished that thought you reached the end of the train wagon.
an annoyed sigh left your lips as you tried to shimmy around, your backpack trapping you once again in the narrow hallway leading past the secluded compartments of the train.
once you managed to make a 180° you were met with blue eyes from the other end of the hallway.
most people managed to find some place to sit, so you were able to get a clear view of the tall brunette smiling at you.
“no seats?” he asked, and you shake your head. “nothing available i fear…” you said as he approached you, double checking the seating-situation through the glass doors of the compartments on his way over to you.
“i guess we’ll have to take the floor then” he said as he hauled his own backpack off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a thump loud enough to make you fear he put a hole in the floor of the old train.
you eye him carefully as he opens one of the many zippers of the backpack to pull out some random cardgame “you know how to play?”
by now it’s obvious that he does not plan on enjoying the train ride separately, so much for nobody getting into close proximity.
you shake your head.
“i only know mau mau…” you admit ashamed.
his confused eyes met yours as he was about to settle on the floor, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“what, like a cat’s noise?”
you sigh again as you struggle to take your backpack off, “no… I mean it does sound like it, but it's a lot like UNO. just with different cards.”
as you finally managed to let your bag fall to the floor, you let out an annoyed huff before you dropped to the floor yourself, propping your back against your tightly packed luggage.
“i would show you how to play but my brother took the deck of cards with him”
“where is your brother?” the strange man asks as he sits down as well, and you couldn’t help but notice how his muscular thighs bulged under his linen shorts.
“had to take a plane home.” you tell him
“we wanted to backpack through the EU together to celebrate his graduation but the idiot broke his foot on a hike not even a week after we left home.” you keep on rambling.
while you were talking the guy in front of you started to dig through his backpack without lifting his gaze from yours.
“well, i’m sorry to hear that. hope he’s having a quick recovery.”
you can only nod as you watch random stuff from his bag fall in his lap as he’s going deeper into it.
“i’m y/n by the way, sorry for blubbering around.”
“it’s fine. i’m cregan” he answers as he triumphantly pulls another cardgames’ box from gis luggage before placing it between you on the floor “nice to meet you!”
as you realized what he’d searched his bag for you couldn’t help but smile “i thought since you knew a game like UNO, might as well try the real thing.”
nodding and smiling at him, you grab the deck and start shuffling the cards while he stuffs the few stray items back into his backpack.
“may i ask where you’re from? i’m guessing the UK but i’m not sure… i’m not that great with accents” you say as you lay out the cards for each of you.
“well, i guess its not that hard to tell in my case” he laughs “i’m from northern england”
“so scottish?”
“not that far up north”
he smirks at you and you can’t help but laugh, his eyes wandering over your frame as you’re distracted with sorting your cards. he does the same, laying down a red 7 on the foundation card.
“your turn”
“IN WHAT UNIVERSE ARE YOU ALLOWED TO PUT TWO BLACK CARDS ON TOP OF EACH OTHER?”
his loud voice erupts through the train. it’s not the first time either, so at this point a few other travelers peak through the glassdoors to glare at you.
“what do you mean?” you laugh, acting innocent as he rambles about rules of the game you “clearly didn’t know or at least didn’t care about”
by now you were at the sixth round of the game and you had multiple disagreements about certain rules. the first few times were accidental, as you really did play a bit different than him, but by now it was out of principle.
the way his eyebrows carved into a deep frown each time, his hands frantically flapping around as he explains how fundamentally wrong you are with no real vigor to it: it was endearing to watch.
“i’m sorry cregan, but that's how i was taught to play” you shrug “it’s just like last time”
his lips are pressed into a tight line as he looks up at you again “it’s alright” he sighs as he puts down his last card “because i would’ve won anyways”
your mouth falls open as he snickers to himself, collecting the cards from the floor and plucking your remaining stack from your hands.
“one more round? i have to get off in two stops” he asks as he shuffles the deck once again
“sure” you smile, even though you would prefer it if he stayed.
the next stop comes and multiple people get off, as this is the last stop before crossing the border to slovenia.
a frown forms on your face as the first fat drops of rain hit the windows and the sky darkens considerably.
the rails snaked themselves through the scenic mountains of the balkans for quite some time now, but the sudden change of weather made the rocky slopes loom over you scarily, as if the sky was trapping you in and crushing you in the valley of two mountains.
the rain got heavier as you left the last town behind and it took only a few minutes before the first thunder erupted from the skies.
UNO was the last thing on your mind right now and cregan seemed to notice your change of mood.
“hey, it’s just a bit stormy. no need to worry.” he smiles at you as he reaches over to reassuringly grab your hand, squeezing it lightly to get your attention.
as your eyes met, the train came to an abrupt halt in its tracks.
the lights flickered for a moment and you held onto his hand tightly as you waited for someone to tell you what was going on.
soon enough the train attendant came by and tried to explain what was going on, the only thing you understood was that there was some rubble covering the tracks and that you had to wait.
great.
cregan reassured you that it would be fine and probably just take a little time, but after almost an hour passed you started to grow restless.
“listen, i know you are worried right now, but maybe we should try and get your mind off of this.”
as he spoke, he rose to his feet and offered you his hand once again. a blush crept up your neck and covered your cheeks at the suggestive tone in his voice.
you grab his hand quickly, letting him pull you up and standing a bit closer to him than really necessary.
“what do you have in mind?”
“you not hungry?” he asks through his mouth full of soup.
your eyebrow twitches as you sip your tea from a flimsy plastic cup “no, thanks for the drink tho”
apparently his idea of getting your mind of a thunderstorm rocking the still train was a lot different than yours.
as he pulled you to your feet in the hallway of the train wagon, you had realized how most of the compartments were empty by now. he had taken your backpacks, hauled them into the luggage racks of one of them before turning around smiling.
a chill went down your spine as he stepped closer, taking your hand in his once again before shooing you out the door again.
“let's get something to warm you up. your hands are freezing.” with that he started to lead the way towards the dining car.
you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
was it like you to just fuck a random stranger on the train? no.
did the last two hours of playing and laughing with cregan convince you that you actually liked that strange british guy? absolutely.
the way he talked to you, his laugh vibrating in your chest every time you used a proverb the wrong way while trying to seem savvy, his gaze always holding yours but scanning over you every time you looked away.
it made you crazy about him.
you also couldn’t help but notice that his thick thighs weren’t the only enticing thing about him. his choppy brown hair and stubble framing his face nicely, his shirt tightening around his chest every time he straightened his back and shoulders, and most importantly: the way he listened to everything you had to say with a look of genuine interest while staring you down.
it made you tingly all over again, thinking about the intense eye contact you held with him (something you usually struggled with).
your thoughts were disrupted by the noise of cregan's plastic spoon scraping up the rest of his suspicious looking soup.
you watched as he liked the spoon clean before tossing it away with the rest of your disposable cutlery, as you were also finished with your tea.
“can i do you for another one?” he offers, considering he had paid for your first drink already you just shook your head.
“thank you though. i think we should get back to the compartment, i don’t wanna leave the luggage alone for too long”
“fine, you can go ahead. i’ll get something for myself and then i’m right behind you”
by now almost two hours had passed since the train stopped. two hours you spent with the sweetest young man, telling you about his family and his travels.
you can’t help but sigh again as you reach the compartment, trying to think of the least awkward way to ask him for his number.
the inside of the train had cooled down considerably over the past few hours and you shiver as a draft brushes over your bare shoulders. trying to reach your bag to cover up was to no avail, as cregans considerably larger backpack was blocking yours.
you struggle as you try to free your sweatshirt from the bag one more time as the door slides open.
“need any help with that?” cregan asks as he shimmies past you to place a glass bottle down on the little desk below the window.
“yes please… it’s freezing and i can’t turn down the AC in here.” “here let me…”
he reaches past you and you duck, shying away last minute as his chest brushes your back.
he throws you a dark gray bundle rather than handing you your luggage. you frown at first before realizing he gave you a piece of his clothing to cover up.
you don’t comment on it, just pulling the soft half zip sweater over your head to not draw any further attention to your very prominent blush.
your nose is flooded with his smell, a nice combination of pine-scented deodorant and his personal musk. the soft wool of the sweater warms your skin quickly and you smile as your hand brushes over the small wolf emblem resting over your left pectoral.
“thank you…”
you smile down at him where he sat down next to the window, but before he could reply you frown at the beverage he brought with him from the dining car.
“is that… red wine?” you ask bewildered “what, were they out of any hard liquor?” you mockingly ask him as he takes the bottle to unscrew the cap.
“no, well… the train attendant came in as you left and informed us that because of the thunderstorm they can’t do any work on the railway. we’re gonna be here for a while so i thought we might as well get cozy” he smiles at you sheepishly.
you can’t help but roll your eyes at the news as you plop yourself in the seat next to his “maybe you should’ve started with that” you sigh before reaching over to grab the bottle from his hands
“it’s a nice idea though, let’s get comfy…” you smile at him as you take a swig from the bottle, the sour taste of cheap wine flooding your tongue.
“cheers!”
the compartment is filled with giggles and laughs as you finished half the bottle together, passing it back and forth between you.
“so, wait… you’re telling me you realized it was a musical after you had to audition for it with a musical number?” you spurt out as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.
apparently, cregan stark was a theatre kid. you also learned that his last name was stark, and that he comes from a family of gifted sportsmen, him being an aspiring ice hockey protege apart from his gift for theatre productions at his university.
“it wasn’t supposed to be a musical when i first got the script, i swear!!” he laughs as he takes another swig “who would expect a pop-musical production of King Lear?”
you shrug as you take the bottle from him again “i don’t know man, but still…” trying to remember what witty remark your drunk brain had prepared for him you look past him out the window, watching the rain pour down and forming small streams down the rocky side of the mountain.
“what was your favorite play? like, were you ever the lead or something?” your eyes find his again as you try to keep the conversation going, hazily reminding yourself that there was still something you wanted to ask of him.
“i was romeo once, in freshman year” he smiles shyly “don’t even know why i got the part, i was to nervous to remember any lines”
“they probably just wanted a handsome face for their lead” you giggle “the story wouldn’t make any sense if romeo wasn’t smoking hot”
“that's not true…” he says before taking another swig.
“yes it is, i mean come on… they were super young, they were basically told that they could be with anyone but the other, and they had to be super hot to find it enticing to run off with each other instead of just carrying on with their families rivalry”
you ramble along, remembering the lecture you held about this english class back in highschool
he looks confused as you carry on with your lecturing before putting a hand on your arm to pause you “no, that makes total sense and stuff, but i meant the part about my cast.”
now it’s your turn to look confused, partially because you couldn’t follow him but mostly because the warmth of his hand seeping through his sweatshirt was a welcome distraction
“i wasn’t cast because i was handsome”
“are you fishing for compliments now?”
“what? no!” he frowns at you “i looked like an egg back then, had a buzzcut and all that…”
he leans back in his seat comfortably as he holds the bottle out for you “but thanks for saying i’m hot anyways” a grin spread over his lips at your flustered expression.
“you really are” you tell him as you reach for the bottle, cregans fingers brushing yours. instead of pulling away he holds the bottle between you, nudging his fingers against yours and squeezing your arm where his hand still layed.
his eyes scanned over your face before he spoke again “you would make a nice juliet yourself” “are you calling me pretty?”
he scoffs “now you’re the one fishing for compliments” “i’m not! i just wanna hear you say it” you laugh, leaning a bit closer.
cregan leans in as well, and you’re sure he can smell the cheap wine on your breath
“you’re very pretty” he mutters as his gaze flickers to your lips, “especially with the wine staining your pretty lips”
you lick your lips out of reflex before you meet his gaze again.
“can i kiss you?” he asks at the same time as you, resulting in a snort from both of you
“i’m taking that as a yes” his lips met yours, his hand leaving your arm to cup your cheek delicately.
he pulled away almost as quickly as he pressed the kiss onto your lips, which left you confused
“that was only a peck… you gotta kiss me!”
before you could complain any further he came onto you again and this time, it felt like a real kiss.
his hand on your cheek guided you towards him and your lips met again, at first only moving carefully to try and find a comfortable rhythm until you slotted against each other perfectly.
he kept pulling away just to reconnect your lips quickly, only taking a second to breathe before filling your body with warmth again.
you don’t remember who incorporated tongue first, you just know that he had the most delicious taste to him.
the more heated the kiss got, the closer you tried to get to him. the bottle of wine was long forgotten on the floor of the compartment as you finally took a leap and broke the kiss for a moment to climb into his lap.
you barely manage to straddle his thighs in the narrow seat, so cregan quickly flips up the armrest to make some room for you.
considering how hesitant you were earlier to even play cards with him, you certainly changed your biases quickly as you scoot up in his lap until your chest grazes his.
he looks up at you through his lashes as his hands find their place on your jeans clad thighs “is this okay?” you ask him nervously as you push some of his hair back
“i can get off if i’m to heavy, i just thought-” he cuts you off by pulling you even closer, his chest now pressed to yours and his hands wandering up to grab your hips.
“you’ll stay right where you are, understood?” you can merely nod before cregan pushes another kiss to your lips, this time there's no hesitation to push his tongue into your mouth. the faint taste of cheap red wine making you dizzy.
your hand pushes into his hair once again, this time to grab it as your other finds its way to his waist, ghosting over the hem of his shirt before dipping your fingers underneath to feel his hot skin.
you can feel him shiver beneath you as you push yourself even closer, your nails skimming up and down his side. his hands started wandering as well, first lighty massaging your upper thigh before he resorted to plainly grope your ass.
it was a welcome surprise to feel his fingers indentations on your flesh even through the thick fabric of your jorts, his initial roughness soon turning into soft guidance of your hips against his pelvis.
as the kiss you share turns more and more desperate, whimpers and grunts being swallowed by the others mouth, your hands keep wandering all over his upper body. you couldn‘t decide whether you wanted to map out his entire body with your fingertips or just hold him impossibly close.
at some point, cregans left hand had slipped underneath your (his) sweater to hold you even closer by your lower back, your core being held in place while his right continued to guide your hips in a leisurely paced grind over his hardening length.
feeling the compartment heating up, sweat forming beneath his broad palm pressed to your skin, the desperation on his tongue being thrust into your mouth, you decide you need to take a breather before things get on to well to quickly.
reluctantly, you pull your head back and with that, leave cregan to desperately pant into the crook of your neck where he rests his head. you look up to the luggage rack above you, trying to focus on anything but the delicious burning sensation the drag of cregans hardened cock against your vulva has left in your lower belly.
your regained focus is ripped from you almost immediately as cregan slowly pulls down the zipper of the half zip to latch onto your pulsepoint.
a hand quickly shoots to his disheveled hair, grabbing the brown strands tightly. the whimper passing his lips is almost pathetic, his eyes closing tightly at the pull of his hair.
it took all your willpower to actually hold him back by the hair on his nape instead of just crashing your lips on his again, his mouth reddened and shimmering with the remainder of your combined saliva.
cregans eyes meet yours, glossy and pupils blown wide from excitement.
“i think…“ you whisper „i think i need a moment“ at this point your hips have stilled completely, yet cregan still held you tightly by your lower back and arse
“alright sweetheart…“ he pauses for a moment, trying not to focus on the throb coming from both his hair being pulled and your thighs tightly trapping his hips in place underneath them
„i didn‘t push it to far, did i?“
„no, you actually pushed it just right, probably a bit to well…“ you chortle as you loosen the grip on his roots, having calmed your breathing just enough to settle comfortably an cregans lap without feeling the need to restrain his burning touch.
a big smile stretches over his lips at your words and almost immediately, his hands start to wander again. you roll your eyes as he tries to shake your regained composure from you. with a smile on your own lips you lay your hands on top of his.
cregan hesitates for a moment, thinking you‘re asking him to pause his movements again. to his surprise, you do the opposite:
you slowly guide his hands to the slope where your thighs meet your hip, his fingers spreading over your hipbone and his thumbs resting comfortably on your lower stomach, perfectly framing your little pouch beneath your bleach washed jorts.
“i think we can take it a bit further now… only if you want to of course, i don‘t wanna pressure you to do it if you don‘t feel like it!“
you start to ramble again, nervous to ask for such intimacy from someone you met mere hours ago. cregans thumbs slowly start to caress where they can reach, inching closer to the zipper of your pants, wiping any doubt from your mind as your eyes meet once again.
“stop worrying so much“ he tells you, the sweetest tone to his voice „i want this just as much as you do, so please…“ his hands grip your hips tightly as he easily maneuvers you off his lap to sit on the seat next to his „do me a favor and take of your pants.“
he says it so matter-of-factly, you almost feel stupid for not starting to undress on your own accord. worry clouds your mind for a moment as you glance towards the glass door to your compartment, but as if he had read your mind cregan was already on it, closing the blinds and lowering the curtains of the small windows next to the ‚isle-seats‘ facing the hallway of the train.
you quickly loosen the button and pull down the zipper of your pants, wiggling out of the thick fabric and purposefully ignoring the damp stain on the inside of your pants‘ crotch-area as well as the wetness tracing between your thighs.
cregan also takes notice of your newly revealed skin, watching hungrily as you nervously press your knees together. technically, you want nothing more but to get the buff man in front of you between your legs.
practically, you can‘t help but think about how dirty the seats must be and how little contact you want your bare skin to have with the dusty upholstery.
“why don‘t you sit down?“
too embarrassed to admit your squeamishness concerning the hygiene of public textiles, you spew out the next best excuse that comes to mind
“i don‘t wanna leave a stain“
cregan snorts as he watches the deep blush creep up your neck and cheeks, hands clasped tightly in front of you
“don‘t worry about that“ he says as he pulls his shirt over his head to place it over the middle seat for you to sit down on.
as he stretches his arms upwards to free himself from the fabric you can feel the flame in your lower belly rekindle. you knew what to expect from the way his clothes hugged his bulging muscles, yet you didn‘t imagine him to be this beefy. his muscles laid bedded underneath soft fat, yet could still be made out clearly whenever he moved. a trail of coarse dark brown hair spread over his pectorals and down to his navel, the soft happy trail disappearing under the band of his boxers peeking from his shorts.
the sight of him made you salivate a little, trying not to think too intensely about what it might feel like to have his front rut against yours.
as if he was trying to stop your train of thoughts, cregan guided you backwards slowly until you sat down atop his discarded shirt. you could feel the remaining warmth of his body heat through the thin fabric of your slip, the gusset most certainly soaked through with your arousal and leaving a moist print on the fabric.
practically vibrating with excitement you followed his every move with your eyes as he slowly knelt in front of you, his hands reassuringly rubbing up and down your plush thighs to coax them to open up to him.
you did as instructed, slowly spreading your legs only to draw in a sharp breath as he slips between them, his waist nestling neatly between them to keep them spread.
“i want to try something… do you trust me?“ he asks, his breath ghosting over your face, drawing you in to lean closer
„yes“
lips are pressed against each other once again, desperately clinging to another as if kissing was their only purpose.
carefully, your hands start to explore his now naked upper body, enthusiastically roaming his back only to rake down through the thin layer of hair towards his navel, not missing the opportunity to grace over his nipples to cast gooseflesh over his body and draw a breathy moan from him.
the thought of cregan being so sensitive to your touch filled you with excitement, slowly starting to inch your waist closer to the edge of the seat to connect with his pelvis again, your core desperately clenching around nothing.
cregan didn‘t keep you waiting much longer, slowly trailing his lips from yours towards your neck, continuing to suck a dark mark into the same spot he tried to claim not to long ago.
this time, your hands found their way into his hair to try and bring him impossibly closer. the welcome throb of his hair being pulled send thrills down his spine, only spurring him on to let his lips wander and map out the skin of your neck, marking every sensitive spot with a loving bite as well as an apologetic lick over the forming bruise.
you don‘t know how much time passes until he detaches from your neck completely, your mind hazy with the way his touch seemingly has left permanent marks on your skin.
without a doubt, you could still feel his lips trailing your neck, his hands going from massaging your thighs to ghost over the hem of your knickers before finding your chest, his palms perfectly resting on the swell of your tits with an occasional flick of your nipples with his thumbs.
cregans previous touches were all but forgotten when he pressed one last peck to your lips before leaning down between your legs, now resting on his hunches.
he eyed the wet spot between your legs with a soft glimmer in his eyes, now on the same level as your soaking cunt as he was leaning down. his broad shoulders nudged your legs apart even further, his arms circling them from underneath to gain further control as well as softly caressing the outside of her thighs soothingly.
slowly getting the idea of what he wanted to try so desperately, your breath grows quicker.
his eyes found yours again as he started to trail stray kisses along the insides of your thighs, nipping at certain spots just as he did on your neck. you try to clench your legs to chase the friction you try to chase so desperately, but he restrains you from doing so.
his shoulders keep your legs propped open as he finally lowers his head to press his open mouth to your covered vulva. an excited gasp leaves your mouth as his tongue pushes forward to add to the wetness of the fabric stretched over your middle, tasting your arousal through the cotton.
„fuck“ is the only thing you manage to utter as he laps on you over the fabric once again, this time accompanied by a pleased hum.
„can i take them off? please…“ his desperate eyes seek your gaze again, pleading to finally expose yourself fully.
the thought was tempting, but the little voice of reason in the back of your head did not want to shut up. this was already a far more intimate situation than you ever thought yourself capable of, but you couldn‘t seem to fully let go.
you slowly shake your head, worry clouding your mind about how he might react to the rejection. „can i keep them on please?“ you don’t even know why you were asking, it was your decision after all. yet you still felt relieved when he nodded in agreement.
“totally fine by me. is it okay if i keep going?“ he asks with his cheek rested on your thigh, his hands stroking your calves soothingly.
“yeah, please keep going“ you basically repeat after him
it doesn‘t take cregan long to get back into his previous position, his hand coming up between your legs to assist his mouth by you pulling the gusset of your panties to the side before diving back in.
the first contact between his hot tongue and your glistening lips was electrifying. he started of with a broad lick right through the middle, parting your lips with it as well as gathering your sticky wetness on his tongue.
“you taste so fucking good“ he mumbles as he closes his eyes for a second, letting your flavor melt on his tongue before diving back in and tracing his tongue upwards again, slightly gracing your clit before closing his lips around it.
you hold onto the armrest for dear life as he starts suckling on your engorged bud, swiping his tongue over it in a harsh rhythm that soon becomes too much too quickly, forcing you to stretch out your hand, grabbing his hair once again.
“careful!“ you tell him „i‘m- haa… a little sensitive“
as you push his head back a little he mumbles an apology before placing a parting kiss on your clit. cregan lays his tongue flat against your hole, the new sensation making you gasp his name aloud.
picking up on the signals your body gives him, the shiver running up your spine as well as the gooseflesh covering your legs, he starts prodding his wet muscle into you slowly, careful not to overwhelm you.
pushing himself into you with slow, languid moves while the crooked bridge of his nose softly nudges your clit is what really sets you off. you can‘t help but grind your pelvis upwards slowly, matching the slow strokes of his tongue against your inner walls.
your breath shudders with every swipe and press, his hands found their place between your thighs once again as he uses his left to keep your slip out of the way and his right to carefully assist his tongue.
as the knuckle of his pointer finger breaches your hole you yelp loudly, as you were not used to the sensation. you faintly remember asking your ex to perform cunnilingus, only for him to laugh and explain how dirty women were down there (obviously complete bullshit).
cregan didn‘t seem to think you were dirty in any way. his movements got bolder and more intense, chasing after your pleasure just as intensely as you were doing yourself.
an occasional moan , often followed by some slurping sounds, passed his lips as he eagerly swallowed each wave of wetness gushing out of you.
his tongue was soon joined by a second finger, and as cregan kept pressing against your g-spot while slowly scissoring you open your legs came up to press against his ears, locking his head in a shaky hold as your moans grew louder by the second
“you have to keep quiet” he whispered, momentarily parting from your pussy
his fingers kept prodding against the rough spot inside of you while he looked up at you, watching as you nod slowly.
“i’ll try…”
cregan smiles and gives your mound an awarding peck before he dives in again. his tongue laps at your clit once again and you’re back in your throes of pleasure, pressing your thighs together again to keep him there.
he picks up on the hint immediately, matching the strokes of his tongue with the pumping of his fingers.
your eyes roll back as you bring your hand to your mouth, trying to keep yourself from moaning out loud again, reducing your pleas for him to finally have mercy on you to muffled whimpers
the air grew tense with your approaching climax, with cregans tongue drawing continuous whimpers from you.
he must’ve felt you growing more tense by the second and before you could protest again, he went from one broad lick over your clit to sucking it between his lips gently.
it was enough to finally push you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as you felt the familiar warmth rushing down your spine, pulsating between your legs. you kept your legs closed tightly around his head, fingers trembling in his hair as you spurred him on to keep sucking, your pelvis grinding against his face roughly in order to ride out your orgasm as best as you could.
cregan complied gladly, keeping his lips closed around your bud as well as his fingers pressed to your g-spot. he was breathless, with his nose pressed tightly into your mound and his mouth still occupied.
he enjoyed himself, the noises of the occuring thunderstorm being muffled by your luscious thighs and your juices coating his palm, slowly trailing down his arm.
the constant pressure slowly became to much for you to handle and your hips stilled, your hand pushing cregans head back from where he was still latched to your core.
the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t help but smile at his flushed state.
cregans stubble was sticky with your arousal, his lips swollen and puckered as he breathed heavily.
“was it good?” he asked teasingly, his cheeks bright red from the heat.
“the best” you reply, still a little breathless. “you did so good baby” you tell him, his shoulders tensing at the praise while a soft hand brushes back his hair.
“keep calling me that…” cregan says as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean as he raises to sit next to you once again.
you weren’t sure whether it was the slight buzz from the red wine, or the pleading look in his eyes that encouraged you to straddle his lap again, but you did so swiftly.
your lips crashed against his instantly, giving you a taste of your own arrousal as his tongue immediately found yours.
without a second thought you brushed over his prominent bulge with your knuckles, earning yourself a whimper from the brunette.
“can i touch you baby?” you whisper against his lips, your fingers teasingly slipping under the waistband of his shorts
“hmm… fuck, yes…” cregan answers breathless, your hands immediately fussing with his pants to pull them down enough to finally get your hands on him.
the desperation in his voice only spurred you on as he was pleading for you to touch him, whimpering loudly as you freed him from his confines and took him in your hand carefully. “please…” he croaked as your cool fingers sent electrifying shocks down his length, but you were too occupied with the sight between the two of you to decipher what he wanted, needed.
as expect from a guy his size, he was big. not neccesarily the longest, but definitely girthier than you were used to with a beautiful pink tint to the weeping tip.
dreamily, you brush a thump over his slit, smearing the precum he already leaked and earning another low moan from cregan.
you started to stroke him, the soft skin moving under your fingertips as you mindlessly wondered how beautiful his color would look on your lips, glossed up with makeup in the same way his tip glimmered with cum
“so pretty…” you whispered as he throbbed in your palm, urging you to speed up your movements while adding a little flick of the wrist to it.
as his moans grew louder you shut him up with a kiss, lips and tongues sloppily crashing together as cregan started to thrust into your fist, your hand barely able to close around his dick.
he was gripping your hips tightly, pulling you closer again until he could feel the bottom of his tip pressing against your mound, a beautiful hot sensation of thrusting up into your closed palm while grinding against your pubic bone, his moans resonating in your throat as he kept your lips on his by the back of the neck.
despite his efforts you pulled away slightly while keeping your ministrations on his dick up.
“do you wanna cum baby?” you ask softly, his eyes never leaving yours as you could feel him throb again, precum trailing down your fingers with how much he was leaking
“yes, please..!” he urged you on, his hands gripping your sides as he pressed another messy kiss to your lips “can i come in your mouth? please sweetheart, please put your mouth on me”
you couldn’t help but coo at his begs, adding some speed to the movement over his length.
his pleas were answered by actions, not words as you pressed a parting kiss to the corner of his mouth before you climbed off his lap, his hips straining from his efforts to hold back his thrusts into your fist.
your chest tightens as you look up at him, his cheeks are flushed red with his chest raising and falling rapidly.
you give him a few more strokes until he looks ready to cum, his skin tensing beneath your touch and his moans of your name growing louder with each stroke.
“look at me baby” you tell him, and his eyes find yours in an instant.
slowly sticking out your tongue, you press it to his throbbing tip accompanied by a delighted moan as the taste of him spreads over yout tastebuds.
his face contorts with pleasure as you carefully wrap your lips around his dick, gliding down until your lips meet your hand.
your mouth stretches over his girth and it takes a few attempts for you to comfortably start bobbing your head, the prominent vein running down his underside pulsating against the press of your tongue.
his hands find your head and reluctantly prepare to get your face pushed further into his lap. instead you find yourself delighted by the gentle caress of cregans fingers on your temple, his knuckles brushing some loose strands from your forehead before he runs his fingers through your hair.
as you look up at him through your lashes, sight slightly hazy with the remaining tears of your orgasm, you find him staring at you.
the intensity of his gaze as well as the comforting weight of his palm resting reassuringly in your hair elicits a low moan from you.
cregans eyes widen with surprise as you moan around his cock, the low vibrations in combination with your tongue gliding over his tip once again send familiar shocks through his lower abdomen, he feels his lower back tingling as he realizes his release is approaching rather rapidly.
„hold on-“ he tries to warn you, but with the way you hollow your cheeks and make an effort to swallow his dick completely, there is no way he can manage to form a coherent sentence.
you feel your pussy clenching with excitement at the sound of cregans pathetic moans, a new wave of arousal slowly dripping down between your thighs as you close your eyes again. concentrating on not gagging, you give it your best to take all of him in, imagining the way he would feel inside your cunt as his tip hits the back of your throat at the same time your nose burrows itself in his stomach.
his happy trail tickles your nose as you swallow him down completely with a delighted moan, cregans grip in your hair tightening slightly as he closes his eyes with a loud moan.
his orgasm crashes down on him and without a chance of holding back he softly grinds upwards into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat. your hands hold onto his thighs tightly as you meet his shallow thrusts with the bop of your head, eyes closed with concentration as you try to drag this out for him as much as you can.
it doesn’t take long for him to slowly guide your face away from his dick, his chest rising and falling quickly with heavy breaths.
“guess you really wanted to return that favor, huh?“ he teases as your eyes meet once again, your chin glistening with the remains of your spit and the bit of cum you didn‘t manage to swallow.
„i did…“ you whisper quietly, voice hoarse from the strain on your throat „did you like that baby? did you like eating me out so much for you to cum this quickly?“ you tease as you slowly get up again, pushing yourself up by holding onto his thighs to stand in front of him.
the blush on his face darkens as you use that nickname again, seemingly having a rather intense effect on him
„thank you“ he whispers, his hands coming up to rest on the back of your thighs. you step closer to cregan, your knees pressing against the seat between his legs as you brush his hair out of his sweaty forehead.
you as you look down on him, your eyes scanning over his still-sticky face, his big eyes glistening with remaining tears of pleasure, his chest still darkened by a deep blush, the weight of reality starts to set in with you.
did you really just do that, get down on you knees in front of a stranger after he ate you out like a man starved?
but he wasn’t really a stranger to you, was he? after how much you talked, laughed and played around together?
cregan seemed to notice the panic settling into your stomach, his eyebrows drawing together with worry as your eyes dart around the compartment.
“what’s wrong sweetheart?” his hands reassuringly rub the sides of your legs, trying to calm you down as he tries to meet your gaze
“i’m just…” you bite your tongue as you think about it for a second “i think i’m just a bit overwhelmed is all… we just did this in public, and without protection-”
“i’m clean if thats what you’re worried about”
“it’s not, but thanks for letting me know”
cregan looks a bit helpless as you keep brushing your fingers through his hair to calm your nerves.
“i’m not the type to do something like this out of the blue, which probably sounds super cheesy but i’ve truly never done something like this, and i never thought i would do it with some stranger on the train”
nodding slowly as he tries to follow your train of thoughts, cregan leans to the side to kiss your wrist without breaking eye contact
“do you regret it? i didn’t want to pressure you, i swear! i just thought that we got along so well and then we made out-” you stop him by pressing a kiss to his hairline
“i never said i regretted it, it was great!” a smile stretches across your face “i’m just a bit surprised by this whole situation, thats all. i really enjoyed this…”
“i’m glad to hear it” he sighs as he leans back in his seat, tucking himself in and closing his pants before reaching his hand out
“now- why don’t you get dressed and come sit down again? i think we’ve still got some wine left, and you still need to finish that story about your theater play in highschool” you smile brightly at cregans words as you gather your pants and the one shoe that came loose throughout your snogging session and put them back on while he stuffs the soiled shirt from the seat into his backpack to exchange it with a clean one.
you’re glued to his side immediately as he sits back down, one leg thrown over his and your arms hugging his tightly.
cregan laughs at the sight of you, slowly caressing your leg while you rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes.
the evening goes by faster than you had anticipated, but with your laughter filling the compartment, neither of you realized how quickly time flew by.
you were in the middle of another make out break, cregan slotted between your legs as you tussle his hair some more, when the train suddenly recoiled. his head shot up immediately, trying to see anything out the window despite the darkness limiting his sight.
as the train suddenly jerked forward and started taking up tempo, you realized that the rain had stopped. the sky outside the window was as clear as ever and with a heavy sigh, your eyes met cregans.
“you’re getting off at the next stop?”
“yes…”
“oh… you should get ready then, it can’t be that long until we’re there” you mumble, trying to force a smile as you push yourself up and cregan out of your lap.
the realization hits you that this whole afternoon, the idea of you two being so intimate with each other and possibly forming more than a physical bond was over now.
cregan raises from his seat reluctantly, avoiding your gaze as his bubble was burst well.
“i think i’ll go to the bathroom, be back in a second…” he sort of tells himself before leaving you behind in the compartment.
it feels cold to be left behind like this, even though he hasn’t even gotten off the train yet. as cregan returns to you you start taking of his woolen hoodie, only to be stopped by his hands resting on your shoulders.
“keep it. please.”
he looks down on you sternly and before you can protest, an announcement over the speakers tells you that the next stop is coming up.
you tear up immediately and press yourself face first into cregans chest, hugging him tightly around the waist while his arms wrap around your shoulders.
“thank you for today” you say, muffled by his pectorals.
“no, thank you sweetheart. i had the best time with you today.” he whispers into your hair before pressing a kiss to your forehead, the train slowly coming to a halt.
“i guess i’ll see you around?” cregan asks hopefully.
“maybe… goodbye cregan.”
“goodbye…” as the train fully stops you sway lightly in his embrace.
you let him go without hesitation and step aside so he can take his backpack, with one last look over his shoulder he waves at you before squeezing out the department and towards the exit of the train.
you close your eyes for a second taking a deep breath while trying to calm yourself down.
this is so stupid you think to yourself as you gaze around the empty department, until a flash of color catches your eye:
cregan hat forgotten his UNO deck.
in a second, you scurry to find a pen and hastily scribble something on the cardboard box.
you can hear the doors opening and before you know it, you push open the window and lean out on the platform, scanning the crowd for the tall man.
“CREGAN!” you yell out as you spot him, cigarette and lighter in hand, his nose and eyes suspiciously red.
he scans the platform for a second before he strides towards you quickly, the doors already closing after the waiting passengers boarded the train.
before he can catch his breath or ask any questions, wasting the little time you had left, you pull him towards you by the neck and press a quick peck to his lips.
the two of you part with a smack as the train picks up speed and you toss over the little red pack of cards, which he catches against his chest.
you simply grin at him as his confused figure gets smaller and smaller in the distance, slowly backing away into the confines of the train, smilling as you let yourself fall into your seat.
cregan stands at the platform, looking after the train as it passes by and slowly disappears into the night.
confusion is clear on his face as he looks down on the little cardboard box in his hand, turning it in his palm.
“fucking hell…” he laughs out as he stuffs it into his backpack, finally lighting up his cigarette as he makes his way towards the exit of the platform, smiling ear to ear at the message you messily scribbled down.
call for a rematch :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx
will there be a rematch one day? who knows. but i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did while writing it.
love ya
#cregan x reader#modern cregan stark#cregan stark#hotd cregan#tom taylor#train#smut#strangers to lovers#house of the dragon#hotd au
33 notes
·
View notes
Note
russell from fma 03?
Russel Tringham!!!!
He and his brother Fletcher are originally from the Land of Sand light novel and were included in the FMA 03 anime.
#wingsofblackleather#it's the guy that people forget about lol#fma 03#russell tringham#fma#there's more to their lore but I don't have the enery to go more into details sorry >.>
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)
#i love making ford look like a kicked puppy#my favorite pastime#i also like making stan suffer then he brushes it off like a joke <3#these guys have issues#anyway context? what’s that ahaha#but idk. i guess in their adventures they get into fights with things and people#and eventually stan gets pushed and locked into a trunk or one of those little freezers that lock on the outside#and he’s in this tiny space and he can’t just push his way out so he panics and forgets where he is for a second#and by the time ford gets rid of the people/things attacking and finds wherever stan went (kind of easy to tell when he’s yelling)#he’s gotta like. ground him or whatever#those 6 fingers come in handy bc he’s just gotta grab onto stan’s hand and let him feel those 6 fingers against his hand#👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼#anyway i lowkey don’t even like the dialogue in this#and ofc the drawings are low quality as usual#but whatever i am Not going back to work on this lol#idgaf take whatever i give y’all guys 🗣️#gravity falls#stanley pines#stanford pines#gravity falls fanart#stan twins#sea grunks#stangst#??? yeahg#my art#rystiart#i’ll have it in me to sit down and make something better one day but today is not that day#also ahem. he repeats please a lot when he’s about to die haha. why do y’all think he hates saying please so much? 😇
440 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, Spamton!
How's life? Also, do you have any opinions on the Addisons? (Pink, blue, orange, and yellow)
If so, what do you think of them?
#raaughhh ruhhh i am immediately going tyo bed ive been working on it. almost all day so if you see mistakes NO YOU DONT#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#still frame asks on regular in exchange for animated ones is a pretty good deal i think#rruuhahahah#Now this is the point where id say why you pissed him off but id be lying becaus he isnt#And i like the asks about the addisons despite people forgetting that they are indeed a topic lol#i would just say that askihin him on HIS opinions on them will get you a slew of censored brackets and a largely irritated guy#Im sure eventually youll figure out a good question that will get him talking in a way you want but for now its either : youre flatout#ignored or insulted..... or he only answers whatever else you put in there. which counts as being ignored. mu ha ha#at least for the “your opinion” ones but i do like this ask#as per usual the tag paragraph#eat well my disgusting bug horde im going to bed even though i had other plans
168 notes
·
View notes
Text
Also the fucking irony. Of Kendall getting mad at Tom for that unhinged line but then calling shiv a piece of dirt like 20 minutes later is not lost on me but also that really is the quintessential sibling experience, it has to be said
#have to think of ‘whose being nasty to Frank only I’m allowed to be nasty to frank’#also maybe that’s just me but for some reason when Roman and shiv fight awfully ppl are just like oh sibling fights LOL but whenever shiv#and Ken do people act like it’s wayyyy more serious. like guys they’ve done the worst things imaginable to each other and still forgave the#other person like#idk. that maybe hopefully is not the quintessential sibling experience but it is the quintessential Ken and shiv experience#succession#Kendall Roy#shiv Roy#they just do this. they’ll forget about it in 2 days (I say hoping and looking at Jesse Armstrong like you better not switch shit up this#time around ….)
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
"Wow! What a cool thing! I sure hope the creators aren't massive fuckwa-"
#text post#why do all my fave things have to be made by the worst people#😭😭😭#FNaF#pizza tower#batim/batdr#i like the art separate from artist still#but can you guys stop being awful for FIVE SECONDS#real certified family guy death pose moment#gif#I'm sure there are others I'm forgetting about btw lol
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
The best bug.
#gerojim#super sentai#king ohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#fan art#he has my heart#not gerojim looking wistfully at the stars as if that wasnt where the current danger is coming from lol#the space bugs kicked jeramie’s ass! we gotta watch out Gerojim!#hes such a cute little guy that sometimes i forget Gerojim can like… vorpal slash people with his hands or whatever waaaahaha!#that is to say… Rip Gira#feel like it must be easy to tell when i have favorites in a show lol#whether or not my followers also watch cisjdhajdjd#could say i have brainworms about gerojim but… he’s a mayfly…. i’ve got cerebral aquatic nymphs maybe....#thats pretty terrifying nevermind
391 notes
·
View notes
Note
APOLLO!!!!!! DROP AN INFODUMP ABOUT YOUR NIGHTMARE....AND MY LIFE,,.,,IS YOURS...,..
OKAY ummm um um fucking um!!!
nightmare's one and only dream was to become an actor!
or at least, become whatever that mettaton guy is, cuz that guy always seems on top!!
he wants to be someone famous on tv!! someone everyone knows and watches (and that gets a lot of money)!!
he really wants to be on tv. in fact, 'tv' consumes almost his every thought, sometimes he acts like he genuinely believes he's being broadcasted when there's no cameras around.
and also, he actually did achieve his dream! ...sorta. it was such an awful experience that he doesn't want to be part of a set ever again........
he was treated so badly on set that in a sort of 'payback' response, he started seeing everything as a giant set and him as it's star.
(his castle having a giant star at it's top wasn't just for show.. hihi..)
being 'on the top' is all that matters to him, more than money, more than people. and he's willing to destroy life long friendships, a whole ass marriage, but also himself to get there.
fun factoid for u : nightmare has three exes that hate him ₍₍ ◝( ゚∀ ゚ )◟ ⁾⁾
#making sure that people know that this guy's insane. like actually unwell.#was this good enough lol its super late at night rn i have no idea what i'm writing#infodumping is soooo hard i forget everything about my characters the second someone asks me to elaborate#btw if that wasn't clear. he talks a lot about tv is his way of making forth wall breaks#he doesn't actually *know* there's an actual audience watching him#in the story. he's just delusional. and it's a great way to make reference to the fourth wall without actually breaking it#another fun factoid bcause i luv u : nightmare has a massive sweet tooth :}#nightmare sans#HOME#🖍️#💌
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
So I actually enjoy the AFO gave Tomura his quirk plot, mainly because I foresaw it ages ago and felt like the story built up to it fairly well, but I wanted it to be handled like the ending of Mama. I don't know how well known this 2013 (seemingly) forgotten horror film is, but I LOVED how they handled the ending.
The plot is basically the ghost, Mama, raised two little girls whose father brought them to her cabin to kill after killing her mother. She disposes of the dad and takes care of the girls for years until the dad's brother finds them and brings them back to his home to take care of alongside his girlfriend. Mama haunts them, etc.
Near the end of the movie they reunite Mama with her baby, who she lost when she fell to her death, in an attempt to get her to leave the girls alone. Mama cradles the body for a moment, looking lovingly down at what is left of her baby, and then suddenly tosses the remains of her child behind her to keep coming after the children she adopted. Mama chose to keep coming for her living daughters. In the end, one daughter chooses to stay with the brother and his gf, and the other chooses to leave with mama. It made me cry.
I wanted Shigaraki to feel his loss, to hate AFO and honestly? To wreck his ass because he deserves it. Then I wanted his tossing the baby behind him moment. The moment when he realizes that yeah, he didn't have to become this, but the pain he felt was real, and his points still stand. He still needs to be a hero for the villains. I want him to turn to Izuku and say "this changes nothing". Maybe he even thanks Deku for helping to free him of AFOs shackles before going back to their fight. I want Deku to have to address his points, to see that this is more than AFO (who is a prima donna honestly, like everything is NOT about you).
Honestly I think there's a chance we'll still get this, but I'm worried I'll be disappointed 😅
Anyway, my thoughts at AFO coming back are literally just:
#shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#all for one#league of villains#please don't forget about the people you chose Tomura!#also i have a billion nandor reacion images i love his “fuck-ing guy” line lol
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
love that regis was resentful of cahir for being nilfgaardian at first. he didn’t even know anything about what he did to ciri or that geralt even hated him, he was just old enough and wise enough to disrespect the empire and military. “i can excuse drinking human blood but i draw the line at acts of imperialist aggression.”
i like this because a lot of interpretations of regis’ character (… blood and wine dlc 🥴) set him apart from society as an external judge of human folly and foolishness. like hmmmm… you mourtæls…. 🧐🍷 so dividèd by youer prejudicês…
and don’t get me wrong, regis is indeed the “let’s all kumbaya” type, but something as simple and subtle as his little snide remark about cahir’s surname and almost undetectable accent when he meets him betrays his absolute integration with northern society and strong ties to life in dillingen, and his inner prejudices resulting from that, which are absolutely. say it with me. human
#people forget that asides from goodwill and heroism and penance for debts and ‘that was how the story had to go’#regis also joined geralt because his presumed his house was forfeit in the war#like no obviously he would hate the invasion just as much as any other guy that lives under venzlav#the vampire thing does not suddenly happen to overwrite everything else we just learned about him#he’s still a surgeon from dillingen. who got scared when they approached so he hid under a dolmen#thinking of this because in the polish audiodrama they had regis say the lines where he accidentally calls him nilf— before saying cahir#whereas in the english audiobook peter kenny assigned this dialogue to dandelion#and i kind of like that they assigned it to regis. not only because yay regis cahir interaction lol. but because it gives a little depth#the elbow-high diaries
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
Me, episode 1: Oh, a relatable protag! And a relatable female protag, at that. Sweet! That never happens.
Me, a few episodes in: Wait, the protag really is going to be my character? The one I identify with the most? Seriously? It's not going to be a strange, at least somewhat sinister, seemingly hostile male side character? It's gonna be a female character and the protagonist? That's insane, that literally never happens... what's the catch??
Me, more than halfway through the season: ... huh, I guess Maomao really is it. Okay, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Me to myself, after episodes 22/23:
#i let my guard down#i should have known#like really i should know better by now lmao#that's probably the best depiction of prosopagnosia i've seen in fiction ngl#also luo//men's suggestion re: using other attributes to tell people apart??#A++ approach what a guy#mine isn't nearly as severe but i totally use footsteps/gait/mannerisms as my primary means of distinguishing people#the very few people i care about i can definitely recognize by facial features#and people i see frequently; though i do have trouble recognizing them if they appear in a context i'm not used to#like. if i were to see one of my sword classmates at my workplace for instance i would have trouble recognizing them#but anyone else? forget it#the most difficult part of working veterinary front desk was returning animals to their owners#bc even though i could have /just/ spoken with the owners like. ten minutes ago#i couldn't tell you which animal belonged to which owner#faces just don't register with me#dogs were easier in that i'd just let them lead me to their owners#but if it was a cat in a carrier i was fucked lmaooo#it's why if there was another receptionist working i'd let them handle any hand offs XDD#i don't remember most of my childhood but i have some very vivid impressions of moments like#my mother asking me to go give a cash tip to the hairdresser who did her hair and me being unable to pick who it was out#of everyone that was working even though i'd been there with them for two plus hours.#or like. taking the school bus home and being unable to recognize my bus monitor and so getting on the wrong bus#and also getting ridiculed about this by my parents lol. ah good times.#on the other hand i can easily recognize a dog i've met once or twice even years later. and remember their name.#i think it all mostly comes down to disinterest for me. i've tried to change this but it's just how i am#so. he's very relatable. painfully so#also the pragmatism and rationality and hyperfixating on things.#i've never hyperfixated on another person tho and i am so grateful for that every single day#i know in my bones it would be an absolute disaster XD#withoutwords
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
the nsbu table is five DM pets and rekha shankar
#not art#nsbu spoilers#← tag mostly for the following tags lol#regarding the post I Am Colloquializing For Joke Of Course but its just funny to see how#everyone is like so sweet and enthusiastic and playing and frolicking in brennan's sandbox#and rekha is heckling him at any possible venue. everyone else is a camper rekha is his shounen rival#like jacob is bringing his full earnestness into playing the character#and alex constantly reaches to pieces and people in the environment and other players to reveal extremely compelling dynamics#and ify is doing next level engineer shit on the worldbuilding he is straight up gonna get a good grade in isekai#and ally is extremely willing to take any hit to keep the banter flowing and the ease with which they and brennan bounce ideas back and#forth is astounding#and izzy is like. she's Hysterical I fucking love paula so much but there's that moment in the latest ep when jack manhattan shows up#and she Immediately breaks out of paula to do the fucking face and beat perfect jack manhattan and you kinda realize oh she's just#really fucking good at acting and she's beinging it 110% to the table#man. nsbu is just good lmao#I call rekha brennan's shounen rival but truly like that person hacking move was awesome she is as invested in the world as everyone else#but that dynamic really got her to shine the way it sets up the shirt throwing bit was straight up a jjba duel#like brennan entertaining her request and letting the whole table forget about the speed of the car before reminding them#by breaking g13's wrist. like beat for beat a shounen fight it's the best#and it heightens when rekha then does something fucking awesome#its good. its just really good. I really enjoy nsbu guys
40 notes
·
View notes
Note
hi, I remembered about the ask about the vampire abilities (time travel, walking in the sun, compulsion) and I need to ask, what are the werewolf abilities?
and Steve own abilities since he can become a giant werebat and being the most convincing conman
Hi there!
So, werewolves can shapeshift into canines of course. But they also heal faster than humans, are stronger than humans, and they have a generally better sense of smell and hearing!
I also like to think they can see in the dark pretty well, too.
Steve specifically has... Well, his stuff is kind of messy. Werewolves and their relation to the moon and its cycle combined with vampires relationship to time led him to being unable to control his time travel, and instead it's forced around the cycle of the moon. This sort of goes with everything. He doesn't need blood to do things, but the werebat is insatiably hungry. It's extremely powerful, but uncontrollable. He doesn't need permission to enter a residence, but he also is incapable of compelling people.
The sort of thematic representation of this is all about his general place in the story as someone who has absolutely no choice, and that frustration of your agency being taken from you.
Him being a 'convincing conman' is a survival tactic, to be honest. It can make the difference between eating and not. With his only real benefit from all this supernatural upheaval being heightened senses, he's just become really observational and is able to read a room and adapt to it immediately. It's about the only thing that's kept him alive, besides the werebat... so really, it's the only thing that's kept the werebat out.
Some of this is admittedly getting into spoiler territory, though, but I do intend to canonize some things! I'm happy to delve more into the specifics once it's happened :)
#this makes no sense HAHAHAHA#if I were to get into each individual ability it's...#kind of handwavy#the most important thing to me is that it enhances the themes#Steve is someone with no choice but to do things that are 'wrong'#he HAS to steal he HAS to break and enter or whatever he HAS to lie#if he doesnt he WILL die#and he tries to do these things with as much of his morals intact as he can#like it's necessary for him. he's been thrown into random places in random time periods with 0 help repeatedly for a YEAR...#if he doesnt con his way into a meal and a place to stay sometimes. he's not gonna make it! its just how it works#hes a guy who has picked up a lot of odd jobs and gotten into a lot of really rough situations#so. yeah#I also dont really like to think of him as a con man to be honest#he's not conning people out of their money really#he's not coming up with ruses#it's not like... scams...#it's like lying that he's a movie extra so he can stay in a hotel when there's a film going on in the area#so it's different. TO ME#he's never gonna be calling an old lady telling her that he needs 100 dollars in itunes giftcards lol#THATS scams THATS conning#anyways#I feel strongly about him#obviously LOL#asks#anon#steve#time and time again stuff#lore#idk what I tag this shit man I forget everything
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
https://x.com/d3kutism/status/1741579841764475157?s=46
it should be illegal to be this fucking stupid so loudly and confidently omg..
mfs on the internet preach about "media literacy" yet they completely gloss over the fact that the only damn things that kusuo "canonically" is are a tsundere, an unreliable narrator, and a fucking liar LMFAOOO.. babe thats like basic reading comprehension, im sorry..
EDIT: it should go without saying not to send a person hate just because of a silly post like this one(+i dont have any reach anyway so im sure it wouldnt happen, but i wanna say this nonetheless lol) but i would just like to say that i just checked and realized that this person is 15 years old, so like... yeah, too young to be arguing with grown people on the internet. dont take this too serious or send this person hate pls lol..
#nobody who isnt aroace is allowed to tell ME what character has to be aroace#yall forget that we aroaces (+ESPECIALLY autistic aroaces) dont want or need your ugly white knight savior bs#'oh but im aroace n i also think hes aroace🤓' ok?? should i care about your hcs?#have your projection hcs or your regular random hcs- i literalky DONT care#but it becomes an issue when u try so desperately to defend it like this#like babe u sound so dumb☠️#its so confusing to me how u chronically online weirdos insist on making ur hcs canon#i promise u guys ur hcs dont have to be canon for u to enjoy them#its a VERY popular hc too like tf more do u want#im autistic and aroace and i say kusuo is demi and autistic#i am him and he is me so i know factually/j#so still on the aroace spectrum but either way i dont force my hcs on other people like u selfish weirdos do LOL#also this person and the replies being like 'just cuz not all autistic ppl r aroace doesnt mean none can be' YEA OBVIOUSLY?#UR ARGUING WITH THE WALL AND ITS CRAZY CUZ NOBODY EVER SAID THAT#literally not one fucking person said he cant be aroace- just that it isnt canon#do u even fucking hear urselves.. YOURE the ones saying he cant be anything other than aroace.. so YOURE the one doing the forcing..#u guys love pushing ur stereotypes on others and then defending it to high fucking hell#anyway sorry i dont have a public twitter so im saying my piece here#the link looks suspicious as hell twitter pwease give me a better link#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo#meows post
46 notes
·
View notes