#its gotta give him whiplash

[romanceddawn]

he reacts so strongly to things 😭 like you challenge his worldview even a little bit and hes immediately like "WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK."

[princessbrunette]

moony mentioned pope enjoying being edged on her blog and it’s got me thinking about drummer!pope who is an obsessive perfectionist who forced you to test his stamina and endurance by edging him. it’s almost like torture at this point. self inflicted harm.

he always saw sex as something like pounding out an hour long non stop drum solo, full on whiplash 2014 style. your arms are aching, at first its this pleasurable sort of tingle that sparks all down your spine and dwindles in your biceps, pushing you to slam harder against the drums and smash the cymbals like your life depends on it — but as time goes on, you look for moments of relief. you start to really ache, and that was his weakness. what kind of musician would he be if he constantly yearned for the break? the relief? you told him it was okay to give yourself moments to recover. he responded that he wanted to be perfect. you told him it was his virgo placements. he nodded like he understood. pope was always more of a science guy anyway.

so there he is on his back, jaw clenched in determination as you milk his cock dry of precum, unsurely taking your hand away each time he’d tap you.

“nah, keep on going.” he strains, squeezing his eyes shut because each time he looks into your doe eyes that border on concern, he’s pushed closer to eruption.

“pope…s’okay to let it go. want you to—”

“shh, shush… please. i’m sorry just… i need to focus. please keep jerking me… yeah, just like that.” you’re instantly silenced, both hands wrapped around him starting to move once more. your knuckles are all slicked with his precum and then added coconut oil you were jerking him off with— the wet schlick-schlick-schlick sound of the moment making you shift around in arousal, your panties wet and neglected.

you take one hand off him to massage his balls. “s’so heavy popey.”

his eyes are closed and his hips roll upwards, fucking into your hand. he looks concentrated, but replies anyway.

“mhm, practically blue, i know it.”

“wanna lick every drop of it—”

“don’t.” he warns in practically a whimper.

“wish you’d just do it inside me. m’so wet for you, popey. want it in me…” you complain as he pants, squinting an eye open with his brows furrowed.

“m’tryin’ to— baby you gotta stop talking—”

“jus’ want it leaking out of me ‘til my pussy is all fat n’ sore ‘cus you fucked it all night—”

“ssssshit, fucking shit!” he practically yells, before his jaw drops with a devastating groan and he shoots ropes all over his bare stomach. you keep twisting your hand around him until he’s twitching in overstimulation, unable to catch his breath like he’s having an asthma attack. when you roll the flat of your tongue over his tip to taste him, he throws a hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning against his palm. eventually, he musters the strength to bat your hands away. “you killed me. you just fucking killed me.” he speaks, hilariously monotone as he catches his breath.

“you’re not the only horny one, you know.” you mewl pathetically as he opens his eyes.

“and i’m a selfish asshole. c’mere. i’m eating you out.”

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Nanami

A/N: For @mozlov. Enjoy! 🫶🏽

corrupt!Nanami shifted personalities like flipping off the light switch on a dark stormy night: Your big soft bear was more savage than ever. "You're not listening. She's not takin time off. And as long as y/n works here, so do I. End of fuckin story." Nanami snarls at Yaga. Rolling and flexing his shoulders like he's getting ready for a fight. He's always so ready to box these days. Especially over you. "Nami, its okay. Let's just go-" You're pulling at his dress shirt, afraid shits bout to go down. But Yaga simply holds up his hand for silence. "If you can control yourself while we figure out your condition.. Y/n can stay, but-" Nanamis already taking a step forward, eyes narrowed. You gotta put yourself in between them to make sure your husband doesn't swing. "We'll allow you on the grounds for visitation but you simply can't teach like this. Not at the moment, Kento." Nanami stares at him coldly for a moment before turning to you. The adoration in his eyes gives you whiplash, but it's relief when he puts away the malevolent beast and returns your loving husband. "Long as she's good, I'm good." Said with too much conviction, slowly rubbing a thumb over your bottom lip, shallowly dippin between your lips to tease the tip of your tongue. You gasp, eyes wide at at how quick Nanami goes through the motions. Fuckin guy is now starin at you like you're his prey. "But she's takin the day off." He quickly pulls you from the room without another word, Yaga starin at Nanami's back in utter disbelief.

corrupt!Nanami turns out to be fuckin elated not to be a teacher anymore and quickly loses his dedication to the cause. He's only interested in the art of slaughter, no longer needing a valid reason to pull out his cleaver. Tries, and often fails, to keep that shit to a minimum. Dont get it twisted, Nanami's a murderous bastard. Isn't limited to just killing curses anymore but anyone that gets in his way. Yet.. he's aware how that fucks with your conscience. Knows he can sleep like a baby after but doesn't fuck with how that shit keeps you up at night. So he hides his bloody clothes after a long day, making sure to shower before coming to bed and scooping you into his arms. Falls asleep peacefully as his mind flashes scenes from his lastest kill.

corrupt!Nanami no longer asks your permission for shit anymore. Bent over to pick somethin up? That ends up with your husband puttin you on all fours, giving you back breaking back shots as your try to crawl away. "Quit that, y/n. Told yo fine ass bout doin that shit, right? Bendin over so just so I can see.. 'S all your fault.. You know I can't help it. Ass is too perfect to ignore." It's worse when you try to work out. Always sneaks up from behind to grab you, accusin you of excersing for hours just to tease him. So you find your self in Nanami's lap, cock warming him as you try to catch your breath from your workout. "Aww.. Poor baby, so tired. Don't worry, won't take long. Dicks been so hard watching this whole time. Help me baby, please. You're the one that did this to me.." Christ you cant even get any sleep round your torturer, most nights waking up to his dick hard between your thighs. This times he's awake, thrusting slowly as he holds you to him tight, growling your name at your ear. "Been waitin for you to get up. Look what you did to me.. Throwing that ass on me in your sleep. Come on, y/n. Lemme fuck. Took everything in me not to fill your sleepy lil pussy. Deserve a reward, huh? Gonna help me out?" Not like he needs it since you already feel his first load starting to dry on your thighs.

corrupt!Nanami doesn't have any more patience for you excuses on why you can't give him a baby. Tired as fuck of talking to you about it. So takes it to the next level and starts to plot on you, replacing your birth control with placebos. Then.. He waits to catch you off guard one pitch black night when you're walking to your car from class. You're energy completely drained, you just don't hear him swiftly comin at you from the side. A huge gloved hand blanketing your lips, trapping your scream. Nanami's snatches your wrist together, brawny body restraining you to the car. You struggle against him, too fuckin weak to curse him due to your overwhelming day. But he knows that already; deceitful ass went through alotta trouble to make sure your itinerary was extra full today. "Shhhh." You ignore him, the familiar voice and planes of his muscled chest against yours back not registering, buckin and tryin with all your might to break free. Fuckin turnin Nanami on watchin you attempting to escape, juicy ass repeatedly trapping his dick between your cheeks as you wiggle wildly against him. He ain't waiting a second longer. Fuck your screams, he'll deal with whoever interrupts him accordingly. Lets go of your mouth to rip at your bottoms like they're paper, making your struggles double. Might as well be laying limp, absolutely no match for the 1st grade. Nanami unsheathes his cock, spitting in his hand generously and lubing up. You're body's tense as fuck when you feel him stab through your opening. Pitiful insides clutching his dick like a dear old friend. "Loosen the fuck up woman.." The fuck? "Nami?!" He let's go of your wrists, slamming his hands on either side of you to trap you further. "I told you to be quiet." Snatches your head back by your hair and thrustin the rest of his dick into you. "Nami!" Shrill cry piercing the air. It's uncomfortable without foreplay to prepare you, still he digs you out without remorse. "Shhhh, y/n.. shhh." Nanami squishes you to the car, molding your body to his. Strokin deep as he can, like he'll never see you again. Literally fuckin loud moans from your throat, so damn good that its not your fault your gettin wet; slick building and forming a white ring around him. "Shhhh. Screamin your fuckin head off, baby.. So you not gone listen? Never do. Just like when I told you I wanted to breed this perfect cunt, make you give me a pretty baby. But you didn't listen then either. Now look what you made me do." So that's what this is? The revelation makes you try to get away again but Nanami's hold on your locks keeps you right where he wants you. Sharp yanks that makes you shriek, scalp stinging. "H-hurts, Nami. 'M sorry. So sorry." You whine to him, body fallin pliant against your car. But your husband rolls his eyes. He aint buyin your BS this time. "Naw, you gonna take this nut. Gonna give me my baby, woman." Pulling you off the car and into his body, your husband pummels your lil puss likes he's in heat. "Ahhh fuck, y/n.. Love you. Love you more than anything, finally gonna show you how much, honey." You're disgusted. At doin something this at the school. At him for startin a family like this. Most importantly, at yourself for still loving him, knowing that this changed nothing between the two of you. Even as he breeds your lil puss without consent. "Here it comes- ohshitohshit! Daaaamn, y/n.. Got so much for you. Mmmm.. So good for me. Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so fuckin much. Only want a baby with you. Only you, y/n. Always been only you." Youre whining when his hips still, Nanami pressin his dick deep as possible when he finally impregnates you. "Love you so fuckin much, honey." "Love you too, Kento.. Fuckin asshole." He chuckles, pulling out and tucking you into the car. "Let's go home, sweetheart. Gonna make your pretty lil pussy cum before I fill her up again." "Kay, Nami."

[h3arts4harry]

-theres nothing there-

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warnings: unresolved angst, suicide, sh, hallucinations, possible schizophrenia

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-no pov-

"theyre gonna come for us, we- we need to go. pack light." she says rushing around looking through the drawers and closet, picking up a few items of clothing shoving them into a bag "y/n slow down- who? whos coming??" chris says from the bed, his voice drowning in concern and worry for the girl, "why are you still sat there? cmon get up we need to go" y/n walks to chris pulling his arm so he stands next to her, she chucks another bag to his chest as she continues "we gotta go like now chris" she picks up her bag and pulls on her shoes. she turns to her boyfriend who is still staring at her, "fine if youre not gonna do it ill do it" she takes the bag from him and grabs random bits from his closet cramming it in before zipping it up and giving it back to him. grabbing his hand she rushes out the door, "where are we going?" chris's voice is laced in fear but mainly concern, y/n has been acting strange for a while, more now than before, and its confusing the fuck out of him. he has no idea what to do, he wants to ask matt and nick about it but he just doesn't know how to.

chris stops in his tracks causing y/n to whip around, her hand still holding his. "whyd you stop? we need to go- cmon" she says pulling him to keep going but he doesn't budge "chris please they-theyre gonna get us we- we need to go" "who y/n? who?" "i- chris please we need to go theyre-" she points behind the boy, who almost gets whiplash due to how fast he turns, but to his surprise there is no one there. "y/n what? theres no one there-" he starts as he faces back to her, to see her eyes wide and breathing frantically, "please chris we need to go now theyre coming theyre right there please we need to go" she begs, tears fall from her terrified eyes. chris doesn't understand whats happening but he listens to the girl and runs with her.

-timeskip-a week later-

the couple stayed in a hotel for 4 nights before chris managed to convince y/n to come back home. "y/n i have to go to a meeting with matt and nick, ill be back in like hour okay?" he says standing up from next to the girl, looking up from his phone. her mind races "no!" she panics, reaching her hand around his arm stopping him from walking out "please dont leave me alone i-i cant be alone or theyll come back, they know when im alone and theyll come get me" she pleads looking up at him. he doesn't say anything looking at her, examining her scared face, she looks so scared its scaring him. "i really cant miss this meeting, i promise ill be back in an hour max, ill be as quick as i can" he finally says, brushing the hair out of face and planting a kiss on her forehead before walking to the stairs. as he starts walking down the stairs, he hears y/ns quiet pleads start to fade, it hurts his heart to hear her beg for him to stay but he cant miss another meeting as hes already missed 3.

-two hours and 47 minutes later-

chris didn't mean to be this late, the meeting ran over 45 minutes and the traffic on the drive back was hell. while on the drive chris decided to bring up y/n and hows shes been acting recently with his brothers, but he struggled to find the words "um guys can i talk to you about something?" "yea ofc" "shoot" "its about y/n" "is she okay? she seems a bit frantic everytime i see or try talk to her" "that's what i need to talk to you about" "oh" "i- i dont know whats going on with her, like last week she packed us small bags and dragged us out the house saying 'theyre coming for us'" "so thats why you guys stayed in that hotel?" "yea" "i thought you two just wanted to fuck or something" "nick please, im not joking" "sorry sorry, have you tried talking to her about it?" "yea, i asked her who but she wouldn't tell me, shed just keep begging about how we need to go because theyre gonna get us and then she pointed behind me but when i turned around there was nothing there-" he cuts his rambling off taking in a breath "i just, i dont know what to do" he sighs "holy shit that's nuts" "i know, and i have this pit in my stomach like all the time. like a feeling that something bad is going to happen" "we're home now, lets try talk to her when we head upstairs" matt says pulling into the garage, turning off the car.

as chris steps out the car he cant hear anything from the house and his heart sinks, he rushes inside and upstairs to where he left y/n, the room was a mess. the couch pillows were over the floor and the things previously on the table were everywhere. "oh shit, its like a tornado went through here" matt says standing behind chris, "what the fuck happened" nick mumbles. chris runs over to matts bathroom barging the door open to an empty room then pushing his bedroom door open to be met with the same emptiness. he feels sick to his stomach as he flies down the stairs, his brothers not far behind. he slams his bedroom open to again, an empty room. he turns to his bathroom door but freezes infront of it, he can feel his heart beating out of his chest. he pushes it open to see the love of his life on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. he immediately drops to his knees beside the girl, pulling her into his arms "no no no" he repeats under his breath, holding tightly onto her wrists attempting to stop any more off the red liquid from escaping. "y/n no please wake up, baby no please dont leave me" he yells as tears flood his face, his head dropping head on top of y/ns as he cries.

a shriek can be heard from the doorway but chris doesn't move. still holding tight onto y/n, hoping she'll somehow wake up, or he'll wake up and this would just be a bad nightmare. but nothing happens, no one can wake up from the nightmare because no one is dreaming. he looks up to see 2 blurry figures through his tears, chris goes to speak but he just lets out a loud cry. no one knows what to do, they all just look at eachother with tears streaming down all three of their faces. chris looks back down to y/n, finally removing his hands from her cold wrists, lifting her head to face his. she has red tear stained cheeks, her left having a cut across it, blood that was dripping from it now dried. her eye looks like a bruise is starting to form. the girl looks like she has been brutally beaten up, but how. what the hell happened while they were gone.

matt and nick managed to get chris to get up and take y/n to the hospital. they had no hope that they could help but chris did. he still wished that it was all a dream and he'd wake up soon. the hospital took y/n in and did would they could but it wasn't good enough, she had lost to much blood. they allowed the boys to say their goodbyes.

the three triplets stood there in silence for a moment, looking at the girl who had been their best friend for as long as they could remember. nick went over first, he and y/n were friends the longest, she was the first person he came out to. he wished y/n would've come to him instead of resulting to this, he loved her so much and would've done anything for her. he finished his goodbye, giving the lifeless girl a hug, a few tears falling on her shirt. matt cleared his throat before walking over and standing next to y/n, he gently held her arm. choking back the tears, he began to say goodbye. he didn't know what to say really, but anything is better than nothing so he rambled about one of his favourite memories of her back when they were 16. matt felt the tears take over him as he rushed out the room, nick quickly following behind his younger brother.

chris then finally looked up from the floor. "how could i ever say goodbye?" he thought aloud "how could you ever do this? why didn't you just speak to me?" the sobs breaking his sentence "i-i could've helped you, fuck ion even know how i could've but you know i would've found a way" he reached over and held the girls hand with both of his, placing a small kiss. "i just wish i knew what happened, i mean shit its like you went crazy."

death is meant to be peaceful but as he looked at y/ns face, she looked anything but peaceful. "chris" the voice made him jump, turning to the door he saw his older brothers looking back at him "this isnt fair" he chokes out in almost a whisper "we know" nick nods as he walks over wrapping his arms around the boy, matt joining the hug a moment after.

-timeskip-2 weeks-

chris was consumed with grief. he couldnt help but feel guilty too, if only he tried to help her. he knew something was going on but he just- he didnt leave his room, the same room he once shared with her. it was like he was a different person after she died, he was quieter than matt now, and he stopped sleeping with them when y/n wasnt there. he'd get nightmares almost every night leading him to stop sleeping.

it was 4:30am and chris still wasnt asleep. he decided to just clean his room a little since he hadnt in almost a month. while cleaning he found a small notebook that he recognised to be y/ns, his heart sunk at the last memory he had with this book; y/n was sat on the floor against the wall by the bathroom writing in it, she looked panicked so he had went over and sat down next to her but as he placed his hand on her arm she jumped and screamed in fear, it took him back in shock, he didnt know what to say so he tried to comfort her with a hug but she just ran into the bathroom locking the door behind her, leaving a hurt and confused chris.

he knew he probably shouldnt but he opened the notebook. at first it was a normal journal, her handwriting was practically perfect as she wrote about cute dates, and there was some small doodles but as he flicked through the pages the handwriting became messier, the doodles varying from scary people or monsters to dark scribbles, of what? he couldnt tell. the biggest shock was what she wrote. it genuienly scared chris to his core.

=theyre coming for me =i need to go i cant stay here =im so sorry =idk what else to do =i cant do this anymore =it hurts so fucking much =im hearing voices all the time and theyre not mine =i know i shouldnt, but i really want to… =its so dark now, its so scary ive always been afraid of the dark =theres no other option =if u see this tell chris im sorry and i love them

he felt sick reading the last thing written. she must of wrote it just she did it. reading over it again he focuses on one line "im hearing voices all the time and theyre not mine" was she actually going crazy? he tries to think back to the times were she would be "acting crazy" there was so many times he thought she was just fucking around or sometimes drunk but maybe it was this. thinking back it was like he didn't know the girl in his memories, sure he knew it was his girlfriend but he didn't recognise her to be, and it hurt his heart that he felt that way.

"baby? are you home?" chris calls up the front stairs, no answer. he heads up into the living room to see no one, he knew matt and nick were out but y/n was supposed to be here, he stands for a second before heading down to their room. he walks through the door to y/n sat on their bed, practically falling asleep with a baseball bat tightly clutched in her hands. the room is a mess, clothes are everywhere, the drawers have fallen over and none of the bed sheets or pillows cover the bed. "baby?" chris says softly from the doorway, making y/n jump up and swing the back, luckily chris was out of the way but if he was a step closer he would've been hit straight in the head "woah y/n whats going on? are you okay?" he asks, hesitant to step forward. "i-im sorry, i thought…" she stops "i swear someone had broken in.." she mumbles quietly before speaking up again "what time is it? youre meant to be back at 7?" chris's eyebrows furrow at her words, "its 7:40 there was bad traffic, how long have you been sat there?" he quickly grows worried, had someone actually tried to break in, "i-urm, i thought it was like 3:25" she looks down at the mess across the floor "what happened?" she asks the boy infront of her, "i was going to ask the same thing" he says just as confused as her.

soon after y/n had fallen asleep chris decided to check the camera footage, the boys had decided to add cameras around the house around a year ago, just to add a sense of security, sure they never check it but its nice to have incase they need it, most of the time they forget they have them.

as he watched the footage he saw y/n rushing into the room and shutting the door behind her. she turns and leans against it but her eyes widen as she swings the bat at nothing? shes fighting the air? shes running around the room, across the bed causing the quilt and pillows to fall off, she accidently falls into the side of the drawers which then falls over, the clothes falling out. after almost an hour, y/n sits on the corner of the bed looking around, watching, waiting, for someone to come back. chris fast forwards the footage until it reaches when he walks in. she really sat there for like 4 hours.

the memory reminds him of the cameras, he sits down grabbing his laptop from his bedside table and opens the footage from 2 weeks ago. its almost the exact same thing as to what happened a month ago. y/n running around the living room as if shes running away from something, this time she didn't have a bat as chris hid it in matts room, so she ran into the kitchen picking up a knife from the drawer. chris's heart rate picked up as he watches she runs around with a sharp knife, she suddenly jumps onto the coffee table slipping on some paper and falling off. cutting her face as she falls, and her arm when she lands. she stumbles getting up and hides under the kitchen table, she sits in silence for around 10 minutes before letting out a deathly scream scrambling out and running downstairs. chris quickly changes the camera footage to his room, y/n runs in slamming the door facing it holding the knife out ready to attack anything that'll come through. he fast forwards the time until y/n drops the knife, shes breathing heavily pacing around the room, shes mumbling something that chris cant really make out, he turns up his volume all the way and he can just about hear her "there was nothing there…im going crazy there was nothing.. nothing there.." it shatters his heart to see the girl go through this alone, he should've been back for her by then, but he wasn't. he promised her and he wasn't there. "FUCK" the yell pulls him out of his thoughts, he watches as the girl grabs her notebook out of her side nightstand and scribbling down what he assumes is what he read. before standing over the knife looking down at it, she slowly bends down and picks it up, examining it. "im so sorry chris.. i cant take it anymore" she says as she slides the knife over her soft wrists, the blood quickly spilling out. she stands there for a second looking at both her wrists before he can see the realisation spread across her face seeing what she had just done. she ran into the bathroom but slips on one of the pieces of clothing on the floor and bangs her head on the sink counter. he watches as she lays there unconscious, more and more blood pouring out onto herself and the floor.

chris cant believe what hes just seen. he just sits there staring at the screen until the door swings open he peels his eyes away from the screen to see nick and matt, their faces drowning in worry. what chris didn't realise was that he was full on sobbing, the older boys rush over to chris, matt bringing him into a hug while nick took the laptop to see what had caused this, he watched it on fast forward and his jaw dropped as a tear falls, "what is it?" matt mouths furrowing his eyebrows "its y/n, the camera footage" nick mouths back turning the laptop to show the paused screen of y/n on the floor, matt having an almost identical reaction to nick, turns away and pulls chris into a tighter hug, nick joining.

the boys slowly pull away after chris had calmed down. after a moment of comforting silence and small sniffles, chris spoke up looking at his lap "there was nothing there" matt and nick looked at eachother confused before looking back at chris "what d'ya mean?", "she- she'd always point things out that weren't there, when we were out or even when she was here, i- she was clearly fighting something but- but there was nothing there, i.." he cuts himself off with a sniffle, then looking up to matt and nick "i couldn't help her"

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i actually started and finished this in one night so go me! but then it might be crap cause i havent let it sit for a minute but oh well :P

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[eevees-hobbies]

There’s so many babies at my job today and it’s driving me actually insane. Is it so wrong to want Togame to put a baby in me ?? He’d be a 10/10 baby daddy I’m just saying. His bag hands cradling a growing baby bump 🥺🤧 the baby fever is real and if I don’t expel it somehow it’s gonna eat my alive. Just thought you should know I’m struggling LMFAO

Author’s Note: It’s so funny that this is my first breeding kink write-up???? Because I totally expected it to be for Umemiya. 

Content Warning: Condom breaks, breeding, speaking about pregnancy and some aspects of it, the romanticization of pregnancy (I was a miserable pregnant person, but your mileage may vary), tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.1K

The first time the condom broke, Togame paused and sighed.

“Don’t move.”

A bold demand from someone who was in the middle of splitting you open from behind, with a large hand wrapped around your throat and cock kissing your cervix. 

“What’s wrong?” Your breathing is uneven, and the reprieve from his pounding into your cunt would be a welcome change if you weren’t so mind-numbingly intoxicated by getting used by him.

“Condom broke, babe. I gotta pull out.”

“No,” you whine, attempting to sway your hips to convince him to stay buried in your guts. His hands grab your shimmying waist and force you still.

“I’m serious! Just pull it off and get back to work, Jo.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you and peeling off the condom. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He’s trying his best to remain jovial, but his chest tightens at the thought of something he hasn’t told you yet: he desperately wants to start a family with you. 

Since the day you two met, he had known you were special, and every day and every moment he spends with you solidifies that fact. But you’ve yet to bring it up, and he didn’t want to be the first to broach the conversation. 

“I mean, would it be so bad, Jo?”

He suddenly pulls away—as though you’ve said something violent, distancing himself to the extent that you’re still on the bed, and he is towering over you with his feet firmly planted on the floor. 

“What did you say?”

You take his sudden change in demeanor and positioning to mean he isn’t too happy with your comment, but you turn to face him nonetheless. You squeeze and roll your hands in your lap in a sudden fit of nervousness and vulnerability because it doesn’t matter how strong of a person you are; hearing that the person you love doesn’t want to have a baby with you hurts.

“…would it be so..bad?” You look up at him, your words meek and almost a whisper.

Togame lets out a heavy breath, his face and eyes softening in a way that puts you at ease. He kneels in front of you, laying his head in your lap. 

“You’re so much stronger than me. Always have been…”

You laugh nervously and stroke his dark hair, “You better explain yourself because you’re giving me whiplash.”

You feel moisture on your thigh, and as you look down, Togame wipes his face with the back of his arm. 

“Sorry, baby. Don’t mean to turn on the waterworks. I’m just…happy. There’s nothing I want more than to be a dad to our kids.”

“Kids?” You laugh, placing a heavy emphasis on the ‘s.’

He finally looks up at you with unadulterated love churning in his emerald eyes, “Give me at least three kids that look like you, and I’d be the happiest man alive.”

You gently push him back and crawl backward onto the bed, “I’ll consider it, but let’s start with one for now.”

“Yeah?” strong hands grip your ankles, pulling you back to him so your lower half is hanging off the bed as he rests himself snuggly in between your thighs. His dick feels harder than it was before; it’s leaking like a fountain as though its new vigor was brought on for the mere purpose of breeding you and making you a mother. 

He presses his thumb against your lips and watches as you lick the pad of his thumb and then take the digit into your wet mouth. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“Togame, I want you to make me a mommy. Put a baby in me.”

He groans and removes his saliva-coated thumb from your mouth to pinch and pull at your nipple.

“Woman, you won’t be able to keep me off ya if you keep talking like that.”

“Isn’t that..the point?” You smile innocently as you reach between you, gripping his cock and guiding the head back to your entrance. 

As if thanking you for your help, Togame leans forward, stretching you full of him again. “I think I may be really into the idea of you being pregnant.” 

Your eyes become half-lidded as you take him and his words in. “You pervert. You trying to tell me you have a breeding fetish?”

“I have a ‘you’ fetish,” he leans down and kisses you, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth as his hips roll slowly into yours, burying so deeply into you that you have to dig your nails into his arms to feel anchored.

And Togame usually makes love to you in a way that makes you feel special, but tonight it feels particularly doting as he entwines his fingers in yours, giving gentle squeezes every time he feels your walls pulse.

“That’s my girl. Just like that, baby. Keep taking me so well.”

With each thrust and syllable leaving his lips, you imagine carrying Jo Togame’s child; your head swims with arousal at the thought of him kissing your stomach on days in which you feel so exhausted from sustaining an additional life, him holding your hand as you bring your babies into this world and then how fatherhood would look so good on him. All at once, you’re experiencing idolization and arousal for the man that you’re going to make a father.

“So proud of you. I want you to cum. Can you do that for me? I want you to feel good before I fill you up.”

Long fingers rub at your clit, not faltering even as you arch your back, even as you moan his name, and even when he feels like he’s on the brink of his release. What matters to Togame is that you reach the height of your pleasure before he does.

His mouth only breaks away from yours to dip his head lower and capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily as if he can imagine the reality in which your breasts are full and heavy.

You arch your back, earning a muffled moan from his breast-filled mouth as his rubbing of your clit and deep strokes have your toes curling and clenching around him in what not only feels heavenly to you both but also feels soul-connecting. Togame follows soon after, his head resting in the valley of your breasts as he lets out a low, breathy moan.

Your intuition about Togame being a good father is correct, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should give credit where credit is due. Togame dotes on you early in your pregnancy; he meets every need you have before you can utter a word. 

When you’re experiencing morning sickness, he’s holding your hair and whispering how good of a job you’re doing. When your cravings kick in, he’s supplying you with everything and keeping your cupboard stocked. Most importantly, when your eyes begin to scrutinize your changing body, he wraps his arms around you and supplies you with all the praise you could ever desire.

He’s a good dad, too, but that’s a fluff piece for another day.

@taytebby DELIVERY!

[kai-anderson-whore]

Took you long enough (Peter maximoff x fem reader)

Summary: you and Peter have been best friends since logan and your father needed him for a favour now it your dad's school Peter confesses his secret to you

Warnings: none just fluff

A/n: a day or two ago I posted a poll on what fic I should upload next and Peter was the most requested I'll do another one in a day or two with the other two and one more that I'm finishing.

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The halls were flooded with students in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, your fathers school matter of fact your Walkman playing your music through your ears, not bothering with anyone, till you bumped into a certain speedster.

"Peter christ I almost dropped my books" you huffed peeling your headphones from your ears, "sorry I gotta go I'm super late for class" he said speeding away in a flash, pretty ironic he has superspeed yet is always superlate you often thought that was his supernatural ability being late for everything.

You had met Peter before you dad restarted the school, back in the 70s when Peter helped magneto escape prison with your dad, hank and logan, from then on your became friends with your supernatural abilities and similar music taste was how you bonded.

Your father was sceptical with the friendship since Peter was a boy and your dad charles was very protective of you, finally making it to class you didn't pay attention since your dad taught you most of the stuff you needed to know growing up.

Once the class was over you were greeted by Peter who stood outside your class waiting for you, "hang out?" You asked since you didn't have anymore classes for the rest of the day, "read my mind" he smiled "well it is my power" you laughed so did he "hold on" he said grabbing on to you as he sped you to your room.

You never got used to the speed he went the first time you got whiplash and a few times after that, you made it to your dorm room in the blink of an eye, "I'll never get used to that" you chuckled your supernatural ability was the same as your father's getting into people's heads reading their minds.

"It is cool though" he smirked plopping down on your bed, you placed a record on, placing the needle on the round disc, plopping beside Peter "so what you wanna talk about?" You asked grabbing the magazine you forgot to finish off the night before about the latest celebrity gossip.

"Well actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you" he nervously chuckled scratching the back of his neck, "What's up?" You closed the magazine giving Peter you full undivided attention, "well you know we've been friends for a while" he started you nodded encouraging him to continue you felt nervous you could've read his mind to know what he was going to say but you didn't like reading minds invading their thoughts.

"And I know you promised me not to read my mind to know what I'm thinking but that's because I've been keeping a secret from you" he paused you furrowed your brows confused Peter told you absolutely everything you were his best friend, "omg it's that girl in class I knew you liked her" you realised acting all excited but in reality you were sad.

Peter is your best friend but you had a big fat crush on him since you first met you seen him date other girls but they never worked out you were always happy when he had a girlfriend making him happy but that selfish part of you couldn't wait till they broke up.

"No, no its not her but I do like someone like a lot" he chuckled so did you seeing the blush rising in his cheeks, "then who Peter come on I'm your best friend you can tell me" you egged on Peter was hesitant to say another word scared that what he would say would upset you and ruin the friendship you two had built.

"Well she is in my class infact she knows me very well and I feel like we're the same person" he hinted you tried to think of everyone in the school that talks to Peter a lot but you couldn't think, "just tell me Peter" you couldn't guess who it was at all Peter just stared at you hoping you would click on "it's me?" You gasped in shock now finally connecting the dots.

"Took you long enough" Peter nervously laughed the slight fear that you'd reject him made him regret his choice, "I don't know what to say Peter when? how? why?" Your head was filled with questions you couldn't wrap your around it. Peter let out a soft chuckle at how confused you were.

"Well when I first met you, how and why because you're beautiful y/n your smart, funny and most of all you know me well how could I not" Peter smiled you couldn't help it you wrapped your arms around Peter connecting your lips together in a sweet tender kiss.

You felt like that girl in the movie's were they finally kiss the person they loved, as cliché as it sound but it was true, having peters lips on yours made you feel like a million dollars.

You pulled away from his lips blushing, you kissed your best friend you didn't know what to say now. it wasn't awkward you just didn't know what to say, "that was amazing" Peter whispered he also couldn't believe what just happened he had been dying to confess his feeling to you for months and he finally mustered up the courage to do so.

"It was" you bit your fingernails with nerves your mind fogged with more questions, what was this for us?, what if we don't work?, you cleared your throat to speak "what are we now like where do we go from here?" You asked you did have strong feelings for Peter but you didn't want to rush into a relationship and then your friendship might go tits up.

"Whatever you want to do if you don't want to rush into anything right now I'm totally ok with that I just wanted you to know how I feel" Peter reassured  you, "maybe take it slow before jumping on the ban-wagon if we work we work if we don't then we will continue our friendship like it is" you settled Peter seemed happy at that agreeing with you.

"That's fine by me, oh want me to change the record" Peter asked now realising the record you put on was now finished, "Yeah thanks peter" you smiled.

[likeadevils]

is there a specific order you like to listen to the red vault tracks in? i’ve been thinking about this a lot ever since 1989 tv came out because the 1989 vault tracks tell such a cohesive story so i’ve been trying to figure out how to do that with the red vault

YES ITS LIKE. THE ALBUM TO REARRANGE FOR ME I GENUINELY HAVENT LISTENED TO THE ORIGINAL TRACKLIST IN YEARS NOW

i think i’ve run through it before but here’s my thoughts on the mains tracklist

state of grace: perfect opener no notes

22: this is and holy ground can switch for me, i think either makes a fantastic track two, but it’s hard to pass up 22 track 2. also i like how the second song and the second to last song parallel each other

treacherous: building off of 22’s “you look like bad news, i gotta have you”

i knew you were trouble: it’s the obvious mirror of treacherous, and also i think it’s important to establish the emotion->exact opposite emotion flip of the tracklist, and treacherous and ikywt are a really obvious example of that

all too well: i mean what else can you choose. also it’s a good flip of ikywt because it’s all the moments where it DIDN'T feel like trouble

wanegbt: “i remember it all too well 😔” -> “I REMEMBER WHEN WE BROKE UP 😡🙄” is just an insane whiplash. ALSO track sixes are such a hard landing to stick and can easily be overshadowed by the track five, and having a song that’s already been released kinda lets the song simultaneously have its moment beforehand and let you kinda check out on your first listen through while you recover from atw

come back be here: i think cbbh really just deserves a main album slot, mostly cause it deserved to be played on tour, but i also think it’s a great whiplash from wanegbt and a great lead in to…

the last time: it takes the more crush-focused aspects of cbbh and plays them out to the bitter end, just that cycle of always leaving and coming back and leaving again. also it’s the end of the first half of the album

red: it’s a great pick me up in the middle of three mellow songs, also i can’t separate this from run which i can’t separate from sad beautiful tragic and i can’t put sad beautiful tragic right before all too well so it needs to be further down the tracklist

run: “loving him was like driving a new maserati down a dead end street” -> “give me the keys, i’ll bring the car back around” makes me go CRAZY

sad beautiful tragic: THE AMOUNT OF PARALLELS WITH RUN IS INSAAAAAAAANE

holy ground: again this is a bit of a floater like i could see an argument for this being track two. and the argument is it goes hard at the start of the red tour

better man: this just needs to be by the end of the album for me. it feels like the start of the summary, wrapping up what we’ve learned and starting the hard work of moving on that the last few tracks will continue

i bet you think about me: that first verse really stretching out the betterrrrr’s after better man is funny. also, after an album of one sided pining in one way or another, it’s just like hey. fuck you. also, at first it kinda bugged me how the last few tracks starts at 4am, then 3am, then the middle of the night, but then i started seeing them as just slowly losing less and less sleep over it, which i kinda love now

nothing new: here is the damage i am left with. even if i move on from this relationship, here is the mindset that will whisper in the back of my mind forever— that i am valuable because of my youth, that my happiness is mockable and my sadness is quaint. this is the thing that led me to the relationship and this is the thing that i will be left with after it

begin again: and then… begin again. choosing happiness, choosing maturity, choosing childlike joy. like, you all know it’s an amazing closer, but after nothing new it just sings

+ forever winter: i think this does add important context to her general mental state? like 22 mentions how everyone is miserable, but really focuses on the highs of being 22. forever winter adds to it, how your peer group is falling apart and even when you are at your worst, you are being someone else's shoulder to lean on. it's not Needed to tell the story, but it is a good bonus.

+ starlight: more good context, especially in taylor's personal life-- as far as i can tell, this is the first song she wrote for red that Wasn't about crash and burn heartbreak, and it really kicked into high gear an obsession with vintage fashion and mid century celebrities that she ended up building part of her personality around. she's not just trying to find her old self again, she's building a new one

+babe: what am i supposed to do, not end the album with this is the last time i'll ever call you babe?

+ state of grace (acoustic), the red demo, and all too well (ten minute version) to get the tracklist to 22 and also fun bts context!

[doodle17]

Okay I gotta ask what's your opinions/thoughts on Helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel?

Short and frankly nicest answer I can think of: I'm glad it makes at least someone out there happy

Long and frankly honest answer: I don't like them. And no, it's not because I'm Christian or anything like that. I actually enjoyed the pilots for both, and the ideas themselves are very interesting! But, I mean... Just look up Vivziepop/HH/HB critical on here and see for yourself... it'll save me a lot of ranting...

Viv herself isn't the best person, which really sucks cause she was a big inspiration for me when I was younger and saw her old animations, and zoophobia comic. Its really one of the things made me want to become an artist, so seeing how she acts these days is really heartbreaking.

The pilots were both very good imo. I loved the characters in the Helluva Boss pilot, especially Moxxie and Stolas. It's sucks what they've been turned into. I loved Moxxie as this tired employee who disliked his boss and was constantly on the verge of having a panic attack and was just- so grumpy yet enjoyable to watch! Now, he's a whiney, pathetic wet-cat who wants validation from his boss and everyone around him, is afraid to get angry and now is absolutely hard to watch without cringing. I'm not a fan that he's a character associated with one of the GODS OF VOICE ACTING Richard Horvitz, Because he has voiced waaaay better characters...

And Stolas! What in the hell happened there? I would've been all in for him being an obstacle/minor antagonist in the series (like he was supposedly revealed to be in the pilot) but we once again got another pathetic depressed guy who just wants love.

I thought the show was supposed to be a spinoff from HH that followed a bunch of demons who assassinated humans for money? That premise would be absolutely hilarious if it was done right, and with the RIGHT AMOUNT OF ADULT HUMOR,that wouldn't make me physically flinch, I would've watched that show ASAP! If it the episodes were just about the hijinks they get up too, and it wasn't treated as it's own series once again, I would've enjoyed it.

But no. It's crude and not in a fun way, the jokes to emotional scenes, back to jokes, will give you such tonal whiplash it'll make your neck hurt, and it's constanly being watered down by its relationships.

And I'll just come out and say it: the animation and character designs are not as good as I think everyone makes em out to be. The animation is nothing to shake a stick at, but it isn't horrible. But the designs are just... Ouch

[respectthepetty]

I know Off said Cooking Crush was pushed back, but it wrapped filming last week, so could we be getting a Cooking Crush trailer this week? Please. Could it take over Hidden Agenda's slot in two weeks? Pretty please.

Mew is getting rid of his glasses in Only Friends, so I'm done with that trash man and need someone to replace him.

Also, Neo is killing it in Only Friends, but I would like to experience a few weeks of whiplash seeing him be a demon in one show and an angel in the other.

If GMMTV is really revealing its 2024 lineup in OCTOBER, which is next month, it's gotta get these remaining 2023-ers moving: Cherry Magic - next year, Last Twilight - end of the year, 23.5 - RIGHT NOW!, Cooking Crush - October 1, yes? Yes.

Give me that OffGun magic. Give me a dedicated glasses wearer. Give me Neo being dorky. Give me food. GIVE ME COOKING CRUSH!

[x0401x]

When the irony is almost too ironic

So now that I’ve posted the rest of the character highlights (had to split them into two because of Tumblr’s image limit), I might as well comment on them too. Need to get this off my chest for a moment.

The highlights of Masaki, Eisuke and Koushirou in particular gave me whiplash. They threw me back to my reviews of S2 in ways that feel oddly cathartic. Like how they just… keep confirming literally everything I pointed out as negative in S2. It’s weird because those things were all so obvious, but the way they’re written in the fanbook almost exactly how I talked about them is… well, it’s really something. Some of it even dates back to things I said regarding S1 six years ago. I don’t know how to describe this but it sort of feels like being vindicated in a morbid way, if that makes any sense.

I just wonder… when whoever was in charge of writing this text typed it down, did they actually believe that it had anything to do with the source material at all? Because it… kinda reads like they did? “The only thing he thought about was improving his skills in order to change his grandfather’s opinion of him” really sounds like that’s what they got from Masaki’s backstory and, uh. How. How do you miss the point by so far? It literally went in the opposite direction. We already knew that but still.

Also gotta love that it says his mindset changed when he watched the boys doing archery in earnest, instead of Minato being the one who changed it when he begged Masaki not to leave him. KyoAni really went out of its way to make sure that there’s absolutely nothing exclusive in their relationship this time around. Everything that was originally a them-only thing in the novel has been turned into a Masaki and the boys' thing in S2.

Speaking of the team, the implication that Masaki started out not rejoicing in his disciples’ development but learned to do it eventually is just brutal. I get what KyoAni is trying to convey to the viewers and that they’re making up for a lot of what they didn’t show in S1, but the timing is terrible and it’s a contradiction of basic Zen principles. Principles that Masaki had already been shown to follow prior to this.

Alas, that’s just one contradiction of many. Masaki is probably the character with the biggest amount of incoherences in how he is portrayed in the anime. My guess is the animators were so focused on collecting material about archery that collecting material about Shinto priesthood probably wasn’t a priority. More like they were so focused on the boys that Masaki was relegated to the sidelines. And I say this a lot but have to say it again: that’s what happens when you try to write Masaki separately from Minato. It goes off the rails.

Other than this, there’s also confirmations of some of my suspicions. Masaki almost telling the boys what they got wrong, then deciding to do it the Zen way and letting them find out for themselves only after getting a cue from Tomio is one thing that I hadn’t been so sure if I was just overthinking or not, but turns out not. This is the anime’s way of telling the viewers that Masaki, too, is growing as a teacher, but they could’ve done something equivalent that wouldn’t make him seem contradictorily inexperienced.

I say contradictorily because, again, he has been teaching these kids in the Zen way (indirect, mystic, full of puzzles, fuck around and find out for yourself, master throws a question and disciple has to give his own answer) from the very beginning. Even in S1 he was already doing that. But in S2, just like the boys suddenly forget how to work as a team, Masaki seems to suddenly forget how he had been teaching them until then. So he suddenly becomes a greenhorn as well, because it’s totally realistic for a high schooler like Eisuke to be the perfect teacher for a bunch of other high schoolers, but a 5th dan has to start again from zero. They could’ve just animated Masaki’s fight with Minato and let that be his greenhorn moment, but their relationship isn’t supposed to exist in S2, so this just isn’t an option, apparently.

Speaking of Eisuke, now I finally understand why his relationship with Shuu and Minato felt so off in the anime to me. In the novel, his beef was with them, not with Saionji. Saionji chose them as disciples because he felt something fateful about meeting them. It’s never explained in the novel, but a while after I finished reading volume 3, I got hit with a thought. I felt this was the author’s way of hinting that the three of them are an allegory to Amida Sanzon, with Saionji being Amida Nyorai, Shuu being Seishi Bosatsu and Minato being Kannon Bosatsu. Same logic applies to the Minato-Masaki-Shuu trinity, since Masaki has also taught Shuu at some point, with Masaki being Amida in this case. I imagine that Ayano wrote about it so vaguely in volume 1 because she didn’t know whether or not she could delve this deep into Buddhist territory back then.

But in any case, the way that the novel establishes the conflict with Eisuke is: Minato and Shuu are special. Not in general, but to Saionji, specifically. Teaching them is his calling and being taught by him is their calling. But all Eisuke gets from this is the first part. That Minato and Shuu are special, and he is not. That somehow they were regarded more highly than him, who is older and more experienced, when actually, they were not. Saionji simply felt that it was his mission to teach them, and he was right about that. Eisuke could’ve tried to find his own calling with another master—one who perhaps could teach him in uchiokoshi style. Instead, he chose to be immature and became obsessed with proving himself superior to Minato and Shuu. He could not stand the idea that little kids with no previous experience, one that got apprenticeship through connections and one by dumb luck, were worthier to be taught than him and even his uncle.

Eisuke also seems to have felt like there was something fateful about Saionji choosing them over him. The way he talked about it felt a lot like chosen people ideology, which even Shuu sometimes seemed to believe whenever he went on about being “loved by the god of archery”. He’s pretty much looking down on Saionji by thinking Saionji was mistaken to choose Minato and Shuu over him, and it’s extremely arrogant to try and prove Saionji wrong by defeating Minato and Shuu. It’s also childish logic, because defeating them would prove nothing, actually. And that’s the point of the novel. Same point as Zen Buddhism and archery: those who hold grudges can never reach spiritual adulthood. Eisuke is, as his name itself implies, forever a child on the inside.

But all of that makes Eisuke look kinda lame in the eyes of the audience, doesn’t it? And Yamamura Takuya is having none of that with his new bias. Nuh-uh, the ones who have to look bad are Saionji, and by extension, Minato and Shuu. Because pulling the rug from under the main characters’ feet is the smartest possible move.

In the anime, as confirmed by the fanbook, Eisuke’s problem is Saionji. Not because she chose Minato and Shuu over him, but because she rejected his uncle. In the novel, Saionji rejecting Shigeru was also something that pissed him off, but his main problem was with Minato and Shuu. In the anime, that’s the opposite, which is why Eisuke is way less hostile and childish towards them in it. The difference that this makes is: the anime makes Eisuke look good in detriment of Minato and Shuu. With him being angry at Saionji for her being unfair to Shigeru, his attitude and motives seem justified. It’s not about him, it’s about someone he loves and admires. That one hurts more and doesn’t make him seem arrogant at all for defying her decision. It even almost seems like Saionji is in the wrong for hurting his family’s honor in certain respects, and that he rightfully wants closure from it but isn’t going the best way about it, which is his one and only mistake. And with Saionji being the target of his anger, he doesn’t need to be as antagonistic with Minato and Shuu in particular.

Now this might make people think, “Isn’t that better than in the novel, then?” That is subjective, but objectively speaking, this is a narrative incongruency. Novel!Eisuke is an example of how narrow-mindedness and lack of humility can lead one astray. By taking away his arrogance and just making him angry while justifying this anger, they’re basically taking away the reason for him to fail. It also makes him more endearing than the actual protagonists and makes the audience want to cheer for him instead of them (which a lot of people did). And none of that is an accident, because the director himself says it in this fanbook that he likes Eisuke personally. Or the traits that he can identify with, at least.

On the topic of Eisuke being the director’s bias, it’s amazing how the other members of Tsujimine basically exist in the anime not as their own person but as extensions of Eisuke. They’re there to make him look better and to do things for him. Koushirou’s highlight made me realize that we only ever get any information about the other members in relation to Eisuke, save for when Enyuu had a crush on Rika, but this was meant to give the girls more screen time rather than give him a personality. I always wondered why Reiji, who is so flashy in the novel, was so meek in the anime, but now I guess it’s because no one can catch more attention than Eisuke. Literally all data there is in the fanbook about Koushirou and the others is linked to Eisuke. His highlight is only about what he does to help Eisuke, even though the anime never explains why Koushirou goes that far for him in the first place. It’s not interested in exploring Koushirou himself. The director’s only interest is Eisuke.

S2 is such a frustrating topic to write about. So many things were done well and so many were done horribly. I feel terrible whenever I analyze anything Tsurune-related nowadays.

[sylvies-chen]

after seeing a tweet about season 2 coming out I thought now would be a good time start The Bear to fulfill my need to have seen every single show in existence! I’ve only seen the first 5 episodes so far but here are my thoughts:

it seems everyone in this show except marcus (he’s just in the corner perfecting his lil donuts!! leave him in peace!!) teeters so beautifully on being absolutely detestable. some *cough cough richie cough cough* do venture into unlikeable territory but then when they do, the writers bring in a scene that instantly gives them an extra layer and shifts you towards empathy. it’s a really delicate balance but so far it’s working for me!

this is, at its core, a show about how to go about taking pieces of something broken and turning them into something better and beautiful, revamping it without discarding its true nature— and this is true in both the inwards sense, relating to carmy’s (and sugar’s and richie’s) grief and mental health in learning how to move on from a tragic loss but not forget your past pain, and then in the outwards sense as well regarding to the restaurant and the Chicago community, how to make a successful restaurant without forgetting the people they serve, how to not be a gunslingin’ dive but also not a gentrifying posh joint.

speaking of that internal turmoil though, I’m absolutely lovinggggg the bear motif and it fits perfectly with this idea! it’s like carmy has so much bottled up inside him, both good and bad, like his passion to change the restaurant mikey left him but also his pain and grief and sorrow, and him trying to let the bear out of the cage and slowly tame it or control it in his dreams is very reminiscent of someone trying to get a hold on their own psyche. but it’s like. no dude. you gotta let it all out, let it go wild! both the pain and the ambition! it will let you be more loving, be healed, and be a better leader! gosh, it’s so so good.

JON BERNTHAL IS IN THIS?? Oh wait I think I vaguely remember @levijeanqueen watching this show just to see Jon Bernthal on her screen. sky babe this is me formally saying that I should have followed in your footsteps sooner omg I love this

richie gives me whiplash because he starts crying about his kid and I wanna give him a hug and tell him he’s a good dad but then he yells at syd and I get filled with rage and then he calls the cops on the mobsters when someone else solves the problem he couldn’t because he can’t stand not being needed and then anti-hero by taylor swift starts playing in my head because it’s him hi he’s the problem and what do you mean he accidentally drugged children with xanex i-

sydney is my GIRL y’all!! she has such a passionate, eager spirit about her that she can’t hold in and yet she also lacks confidence in a lot of ways and like. she is me!! I am her!! I kin this woman so hard. (that’s actually my first time using that word I hope I did it right lol). I’m so obsessed with everything she does, I can’t wait to see her grow and evolve as a chef, and to gain more confidence! also I need to learn more about her backstory right tf now like what was that catering business?? what’s her family like??

I don’t know where people are shipwise with this show?? it’s not a show that offers a lot of substantial material on that front but shipping is so much more fun when you have zero expectations and can kind of just go with the flow and take your own creative liberties so I like having fun with it. anyways I definitely feel a certain vibe with carmy and sydney but also marcus is so outwardly sweet to her when no one else is so I’m not mad about that either.

I think carmy and syd are like… two side of the same coin? they’re not the most alike but they’re not polar opposites either, they’re very much foils of each other and they each are the parts of the other that the other wishes they were. like sydney very openly wants to be skilled like carmy (she’s skilled on her own ways though might I add) and be a fearless chef and innovator, and carmy I think less-openly wishes he was like sydney: new, fresh, eager, not beaten down by the verbal degradation of high-end culinary culture, hopeful about the world and creative. I really like that sort of connection between two characters, it kind of alludes to a deeper idea that this bond was meant to be in a way? their chemistry is fucking fire too like wow

but then there’s marcus and sydney, which I think is cute because marcus has that sort of fun experimental eager green energy that sydney has and that many others (like tina and richie) have discarded or snuffed out, so I think he could be like a nice bright spot for sydney. idk. I need to know like a million more things about her character as well, she deserves all the screentime in the world. but in the meantime I’m just chilling, enjoying the little itty bitty crumbs that let me have my fun lol

anyways I’m sorry if that was too long for you lovely folks but I hope it was a worthy interruption to your regularly scheduled tumblr scrolling because I really love this show and I can’t wait to finish these last two episodes before moving on to this new season!!

[sugarywishes]

//SPOILERS for the GGY book (Even though it came out ages ago)

I just discovered this account, so I'm not sure if this has already been asked but what do you think about the "Gregory is Patient 46/GGY" idea? Got any thoughts, theories or headcanons about it?

Well I've gotta say. It is indeed, an idea.

Like okay, knowing me, I should be foaming at the mouth about this idea. Like HELL YEAH THE POTENTIAL ANGST THIS CAN CREATE!! THE DUALITY OF GOOD AND EVIL THAT CAN FIGHT INSIDE GREGORY AND LEAD TO CHARACTER DRAMA!!

But for some reason, I just don't think this idea works for Gregory?? Like on top of being a surprisingly tech savvy homeless preteen, HE'S ALSO A MURDERER AND MASTER HACKER!! It's almost giving me a nostalgic whiplash back to those edgy overpowered ocs you'd find on fnaf deviantart or God forbid QUOTEV CREEPYPASTA 😭😭

I also think that if it does end up canon, then the hatred for Gregory can now be validated as just and canon "We can hate him because he's canonically evil!!" Even Vanessa and WILLIAM are accepted as innocent babies who do no wrong but Gregory is PURE EVIL according to them ❗❗❗🔥🔥🔥

Also, how can ANYONE die to this small, 12 year old boy? Believe me I was a kid once too (twas a long time ago,,) and I could bite and scratch sure, but kill?? C'mon. You're telling me this probably malnourished (as implied in game) boy can kill grown adults? Not one of them thought of punting him out of existence?? HE'S LIKE- CHUCKY SIZED YOU CAN BEAT HIM

I'm still lowkey wishing at least the Mimic is the only book thing in the games (Absolutely hate the fact that its Canon now but I've unfortunately accepted it, kind of like a disgruntled step parent to the step child yk??) and I'm still hoping Vanessa is patient 46 as was originally implied in the OG version of SB (presumably, might have to rewatch the gameplay again)

But besides all that, as for theories/headcanons...

IF GREGORY CANONICALLY MURDERED HIS PARENTS AS DR. RABBIT I CAN AND WILL SCREAM MY LUNGS OUT 😭😭😭 I can't imagine how fucking tragic that would be!! Like sure it's almost Batman villain levels of insane BUT IT WOULD BE CRAZY

I do sadly expect they'll confirm P 46! Greg in HW2. Or at least they'll put GGY references in the game. I'll be very upset if it does happen BECAUSE I'LL HAVE TO REWRITE MY AUS AND TIMELINES ONCE MORE 💔💔

While the idea of Gregory manually killing people himself is funny (because again, tiny child vs fully grown adult, they can totally kick his ass!!) He probably used the robots as his minions (I actually do think that's what happens in the books?? But I've never read them so I don't quite know) (AND I'M NEVER GONNA KNOW!! GOOSEBUMPS IS SUPERIOR!! 💪🗣❗🔥)

Thanks for asking! If anyone wants more just ask!!

[lonelylittletofu]

“Jyushimatsu would never hold what was coming against him, but it wasn’t because of logical understanding of the situation. It was something bigger, unconditional, and that scared Ichimatsu a bit. He could hurt him really badly and Jyushimatsu would never say anything, not even recognising it as his fault.”

— Ch 4 of “All in the Family” by evilrabbit on AO3

My all time favorite Osomatsu-san fic. I could write an essay on why, but I sorta already did.

This was supposed to be 1/3 of the pieces dedicated to it, but the coloring was kinda really hard this time around, so I did what I could. I like it, but I wanna be prouder… Here’s to making sure the other pieces turn out cooler!

Nevertheless! This was probably my favorite scene in the whole fic. Just the whiplash of realizing that how much Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu care for each other, was what was making the whole “rip gotta torture my brothers” ordeal excruciating, was great. They love their other brothers, but they’re especially close to each other. It makes Ichimatsu hesitate and spiral further into self-hate cause he isn’t as uncaring as he wants to come off as and hurting Jyushimatsu is so much like hurting the other half of himself. It makes Jyushimatsu give up sooner than he ever would because he can’t bear through the torture if it’s Ichimatsu hurting him.

Personally, a great AU, to me, is one that utilizes its unique world to explore the og characters and their relationships. The new setting being used to bring out new facets of the characters or put old ones in a different light.

I love how this AU, in particular, re-contextualizes Ichimatsu’s self-hate and tendency to want to punish himself for being “trash” as well as Jyushimatsu’s devotion. Who knew torture would be such an interesting way to do it?

Yeah, I like the dark, dark stuff. Might as well set the tone for what I consume and what I plan to write.

Have a nice day! More art coming your way! (Hopefully, cool and lineless!) (Woah, I sound like a magical girl.)

[silviakundera]

Ok I'm trying Legend of Fuyao again. This time perhaps I will triumph! I left off like 2 years ago on ep 26 or so.

Refreshing my memory by skating thru ep 16

oh look, it's sidekick bro I never cared about. Pretty sure his role in the narrative is to be a drag on FL. And fighter guy! He's much more useful.

This period is where I previously began losing my patience with the show. A lot of story time and 16 episodes had passed and I wanted to see FL taking center stage, being a powerful threat. I wanted her to be saving her love interest approx as much as he was saving her. The opening in ep 16 is right back to a situation where I want to see FL beating ass and not Wuji to show up to save the day. Scram, future boyfriend! Ladies are FIGHTING. 🙅

(past me may not have known exactly what I wanted but the answer was A Journey to Love)

It was the whiplash - Oh cool, she's fighting alongside him! ...and then he's knocking her out to be his pawn again :/

But rewatching now, I think I was in the wrong mood. I am older & wiser! I can be patient. I have been promised a battle couple and Fuyao being awesome. I can wait. 😇

Watching the prime minister character be manipulated is entertaining. Fuyao is handling situation pretty well, actually. "The Earth Abdorbing Bell is back to its rightful owner. I've also found Xiaoqi. Why do I need to stay here?" THANK YOU for asking this very pertinent question, protagonist! Her rationale to stay.... doesn't make much sense, unfortunately. Because the narrative (er, the servants) requires it!

"Rest assured? I have been in this office for thirty seven years and I've never had a restful day." idk Mr Prime Minister, maybe u need a new job.

Ok, sneak out and leaving a fake corpse. Not a terrible plan. I especially like the part where u set the mansion on fire.

Prime Minister's foster son is so good looking he's making everyone else in this drama look bad. I like his sullen murder son vibes. Very Hao Du of Long Ballad. MDL says he's basically done nothing since. He was the ML in a 2020 drama that never aired. 💀

I really don't get Wuji. Why is he even involving Fuyao in things. I don't believe he has any romantic feelings at this point. If u can control this nation but can't control her, then... why? I suppose we have to go with ✨fate✨.

Dragon scale armor! Makes me think of the dark tale behind such garb in c-novel Heart Protection.

Why was the doctor randomly lurking around the PM mansion in this dark with a face mask? eh, a man's gotta have hobbies.

Ep 17

So Doctor had a secret mission, ran into Fuyao burning shit down out of happenstance. and now he's dragging her along. I vaguely recall this.

So. Many. Robes. Curtains. Twirling. the twirling I caaaaaaaan't AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hope I wasn't expected to find any of that sexy. It was extra and hilarious as hell, though. I 100% understand why FL is so done with this dude and ready to go home.

Actually, one moment had real dramatic tension and sexual tension for me. The scene where the prime minister shows up with his soliders and ML is sitting on the bed, acting unbothered, and she's hiding under the blanket. Then slides her hand out and sighs to complete the act. 👌 👌

Then things get INTERESTING as they embark on misc mission things in secret tunnels.

She's like holy shit exploitative royals are trash.

And he's all.... well if I'm Like That would you still be hanging here with me. She sidesteps the question (as she should, since he has all the power). But then, could YOU give me what I want? And he seems intrigued, I presume because then he has something over her.. It feels like a TEMPTATION MOMENT.

Fuyao: nah j/k I'll get whatever I need myself

@dangermousie mentioned to me that Fuyao is very complete in herself. That's really intriguing to me, considering how so many of the characters seem tormented & controlled/restrained by a need to live up to a legacy or another person's expectations.

that CGI magic hamster tho

Totally forgot the reveal of them being ~fated enemies is this early. So she is supposed to break the seals and go to five kingdoms to do it. But he has a mission to STOP the girl w the 5 colored stone. Now he has a character & plot reason to keep tabs on her! ✔ (actually he has those reasons to simply KILL her lmao but protagonist halo, sorry my friend)

Love that she's not a sucker and won't agree to a bet where she has to be an obedient servant if she loses. Just take reasonable requests. But I wish she didn't just take him at his word that he's the one who can help her break her seal. He's a lying liar who lies!

I like that he's a bit uncertain/dubious about the legend that this girl will Bring About The End. Because that certainly sounds wild. Especially since he met her and she seems pretty normal.

[cream-and-five-sugars]

What do you think Sun is going to do when he returns to in Vol 10, other than congratulating Blake and Yang? (I wouldn't say no to him getting a worthy love interest personally, someone other than his clearly just a friend school partner)

Great question! In my head, it'd make sense to have Sun play "tour guide" at the start of the season as an introduction to Vacuo. This is his turf, after all: He's perfect for explaining this new, foreign culture and its customs in an informative yet entertaining way.

After that, there's one particular scene I hope to see: Sun having a sincere moment with Blake alone. It doesn't have to be a big talk, maybe just him going "Hey, by the way – I'm really happy for you." At his core, Sun is a loyal and understanding friend and I feel like he would genuinely appreciate how far Blake has come and that she's finally allowing herself to enjoy nice things in life.

In general, I expect him to remain a supporting character – comic relief, corny Bumbleby enthusiast, battle back-up – just popping up when and where he's needed. In my eyes, his character allows for that and it has worked well in earlier seasons, too. I can't come up with a "proper" arc for him that wouldn't feel absolutely misplaced or take away from the other 2,000 more dire matters at hand.

Which ties into giving Sun a love interest: In general I'd love that for him, but compared to what else is currently going on, it's too trivial. Also, we just got Bumbleby, Renora is still pending, and Weiss is thirsting over DILF-Jaune all of a sudden (still not over the emotional whiplash from that scene). That's enough. We gotta focus on the actual story at some point.

(Alternatively, Sun showing up with a partner out of nowhere along with a 15-second exposition as to what/how it happened to save time... would be even worse.)

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Eddie leaves Buck speechless in my upcoming Shadowhunter au. posting a week from today!! here's another Fuck-it Friday preview

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“...you’re gonna love it.” Chim’s voice cut into Buck’s thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what? I spaced out there.”

Chim exhaled, his lips curving into a quick smile. “We were talking about Eddie’s staff? You’re gonna love it.”

“I’m sure I will,” Buck agreed. He was a bit of a weapons nerd. He enjoyed researching older weapons and tracing the lineage of each weapon back to its maker. Eddie's staff sounded fascinating.

“Now you can lust after his body and his weapon,” Hen said, smirking.

“Ugh, that sounds even dirtier than you meant,” Buck groaned.

Hen stood still for a moment and then cackled. “You’re right.”

“But you’re also doubly right,” Chim said, slapping her on the back. “He will lust after both.”

“By the Angel, shut up! I’m not going to be jumping Eddie’s bones, alright?”

A cough sounded behind him, and Hen and Chimney’s laughter sobered immediately.

Fuck. Eddie was behind him, wasn’t he?

Buck turned.

He was. 

Fucking fuck.

Eddie pursed his lips, giving them all a nonplussed look. He said nothing. A bead of sweat trickled down Buck’s spine, and the blush from before came roaring back, hotter and redder.

Shit. 

Finally, Eddie shrugged, saying, “Too bad. You’re kind of my type…” Buck nearly choked on his inhale as Eddie let that revelation sit for a moment before adding,  “But it’s probably for the best.” He stepped forward, hand outstretched, “I gotta go pick up my kid, but I’m Eddie by the way.”

Buck took his hand and mumbled something that resembled his name, or at least he hoped it did. His mind was a little foggy, still stuck back on being Eddie’s “type.”

“Alright, I’ll see you on patrol tonight,” he said to Buck, and after nodding to Hen and Chim, he left.

As soon as he was out of sight, Buck exhaled a loud, “What the–” while both Hen and Chim crowed.

“Oooooeee, Buck,” Hen laughed. “Perfect timing. You’re never gonna live that down.” She placed a hand on Chim’s shoulder, and they dissolved into giggles.

Buck barely noticed, still suffering from whiplash. What had just happened? Eddie totally ignored him and then introduced himself like that. Confusing didn’t even begin to explain it. Who was this guy?