#just me screaming noticing anything free! related

[dragon-of-timeless-blue]

GUYS GUYSSSSS I was watching the latest video of Illymation and immediately my eyes managed to capture this small detail in the background:

and i was like: OOOSJKDJFKFBD THOSE ARE MY BOYS, MY SPECIAL GAYS!!! ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆

[creativitysloyalservant]

i have decided to break my lack of original posting on this blog to bring you my Thoughts on Rot in Paradise. because i played it as soon as i got up this morning and i have scoured for some opinions after finishing it, and now i have my own!!

(and also i posted this on twitter but twitter has such a Shit wordcount that i'm also posting my things here with More Detail)

so! spoilers under the cut, please go and play the game if you haven't. it takes literally an hour (it only took nearly 2 hours for me because i like voice acting by myself and exploring every nook and cranny) and it's also free. so maybe come back into the tag once you're done.

okay, so i noticed quite a number of people being confused and disappointed on the lack of an explanation for the monster. it's brought up in the story as the central thing driving the plot, but it's never explained on what "she" is, why she's compelling people to eat a ton of fish-related food or hell, metal, and why this doesn't impact June at all.

but you know what I think?

i think that that's the point. the focus of rot in paradise isn't supposed to be on the monster.

yeah, it's the thing that pushes the plot along besides June and the gang going on vacation in this island. it's what's causing that uneasiness from the moment that guy grabs June's arm at the drinks, to the sheer unnerving feeling of witnessing people going to the ocean to get Raptured basically. i know i personally felt a chill when i saw that one dude literally eating chains and the other hauling an anchor, as if they're trying to make themselves heavier so they get taken by whatever She is.

but that's not the main point! the main conflict is about June and her friends.

as people have pointed out, this game is about toxic friendships and relationships! it's foreshadowed in the conversation that June has with the gang about her cousin (which i will also get into), and it carries it through the way her friends are horribly warped by this ocean Creature. June goes on a silly little vacation trip with her friends only for them to become so so different from themselves that they lash out at her and even hit her in McCoy's case.

but she still sticks it out with them. through the whole game, even despite their verbal abuse, despite being slapped, despite them being people that she can hardly recognise. she stays with them for the whole game, up until the point where you are given the two options at the very end. and she could still stay with them.

because they're still her friends. she cares about them even if they still hurt her. from the way June still tells Carmen to tell June if she needs anything after Carmen literally tells her to shut up and leave, the way June worries about Vonnie eating seafood even though she continues to stuff herself despite being implied to either hate or make an active choice to not eat seafood, to the way June still trudges out to sea screaming for McCoy to come back to the shore as he wades further in even after he slapped her until her nose bled.

it mirrors the conversation about her cousin, the reason for why June was looking forward to the vacation. that while she did comfort her cousin through all of it, June clearly says that "they were dickheads, and she should have ditched them a long time ago".

but it's funny, isn't it? that June, an outsider to her cousin's friend group, easily sees the pain that her cousin's friends are causing her, and immediately calls it as it is. that her cousin should have left the second they hurt her.

and yet now, when her friends hurt her, even though this was a quick and sudden change that happened in a span of three days, June still sticks around. her friends are dickheads right now, and we can see that in the way they interact with June, but she still stays.

because they're her friends. and how could she just leave them like this if it's something that's causing them to be this way?

so no, i don't think the monster is supposed to be the main picture. we don't need to know what it looks like, or why it needs to do this to the islanders, or how it's even doing it in the first place. it adds to the scariness of the game, as per the Spooktober Game Jam, sure, but that's not the point. might be a bit disappointing to some, but that's not the point.

the point is about June, and the choice that she needs to make at the end of the game.

it's a choice on whether she chooses to be pulled deeper into the tides and be with the friends who hurt her and will continue to hurt her in this way,

or to leave them to their fates, whether deserved or not, and resurface to a world where she's alone without her friends.

and even though the first choice hurts much more in the long run, doesn't the second hurt even more in the moment? knowing that you're alone at the end of all of this?

even if it is the right choice, i'm sure the pain must be unbearable in the moment.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Sooo... What if you did some fluffy angst with a pro-hero Bakugo (and his hearing problems of course) with a pro-hero reader who has REALLY bad hearing problems but doesn't tell anyone and tries really hard to hide it. Ahhhh. I feel like this is hard to explain but since like, he has hearing problems of whatever he'd pick up on the hints that you're hearing is shit and what not. I hope you get what I'm asking for 😭🙏

Ok so I hope this is what you’re asking for, also I just want to put a disclaimer out there for everybody that I am not somebody who experiences hearing loss so feel free to let me know if anything written is offensive, incorrect, etc.

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Birds of a Feather

Summary: look at the request silly’s😋😋

Pairings: hard of hearing!prohero!katsuki bakugou x deaf!gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, language, Bakugou & reader reads lips and knows ASL, Bakugou wears hearing aids, crying, low self esteem lowkey, Obsession on both ends, L word, kinda ooc Bakugou

A/N: I wanted to make this longer but like I kinda got writers block halfway thru😭😭

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Being deaf was hard on you, always the target of bullies in school. Pitied by everyone else, talking slow and loud thinking it will help you hear them. Hey dumb fuck, I can’t hear you. You wanted to scream at everybody, then one day through tinder you met Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki was the most relatable person you probably ever met. Angry, blunt, hard of hearing, overall an introvert. You swiped left on his profile, you suddenly felt obsessed with him. Quickly you realized he was pro-hero Dynamight.

You and Bakugou talked for what felt like an eternity, an eternity of bliss. Eventually Katsuki asked you out on a date. You met at a cafe, apparently his favorite.

It was pretty easy for you to pass as “normal”, if you focused on his lips and watched their movements you could tell what he was saying. He doesn’t have to know.

What you didn’t know, Katsuki was as obsessed with you as you were him. He felt drawn to you, that how he wound up stalking your social media accounts. Through that stalking, he quickly realized what most dumb men likely wouldn’t, you were deaf. He figured you wanted to tell him on your own, so he pretended he didn’t know better.

Then, you two started dating and suddenly katsuki had to pretend he didn’t know better for months. You slipped up a lot of times and made it obvious but he didn’t care, he loves you.

It started getting hard to pretend he didn’t notice, considering you recently moved in with him. Katsuki concocted a plan in his head to tell you he knew so you could both move forward. You both felt the tension between you.

Sitting down for dinner one day, you and katsuki were both enjoying the meal you had cooked for the two of you. You sat directly across each other at the table. Katsuki made sure to turn his hearing aid on, he had a habit of turning it off.

You went back and forth talking about each other’s days. “-shitty fucking Deku, thinks he’s better than me.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s aggressive behavior.

Bakugou felt relieved at your delight, he took a deep breath and spoke, “look, I wanna talk to you about somethin’ but I don’t want you to get upset.”

You frowned slightly, “hey, it’s ok. Go ahead and say it.”

Katsuki let out a breath, “we’ve been together for months now. I’ve made it clear with you from the beginning about the fact that I need a hearing aid, there ain’t no judgment. That’s why I wanted you to tell me on your own terms, but anyway I know that you’re hard of hearing or deaf or whatever.”

You were stunned. Your big hunk of a boyfriend, the number two pro-hero was rambling. Even more so, he knew your very well kept secret.

You let out a sigh of relief, “I’m deaf. How did you-“

“You lip read. Also I’ve known since we first met,” Katsuki admitted.

You started sobbing and not because you were sad, but because you were glad to have it out in the opening between you two.

You chuckled and signed, I love you.

Katsuki signed back, I love you too.

“You could have told me, dumb ass.” His words were playful with truth behind them.

“I know it’s just-“ Katsuki must have heard how shaky your voice was.

Once more, he cut you off, “hey, you don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll talk about it another day.”

You couldn’t help but lunge yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. Katsuki securely wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re the only person who has ever understood me,” you admitted into his chest.

“I’d kill for you,” he wasn’t sure why he said, but you both knew it was true.

You chuckled, “just keep holding me.”

And he did.

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Not Proofread!

[fabiana-walles]

Emptiness Machine. This song is so special to me. Just the best reunion song you can imagine -- first we get the taste of Mike's solo singing and explore the feeling that something is missing, and then Emily's fire-driven vocals kick in to add more energy and color. "I only wanted to be part of something" is such a great lyric in the context of the song and whole situation, because it can be about how someone's dreams and feelings got exploited (by the emptiness machine) but also about a genuine wish to connect with others (the band, the fans) and with something greater.

Cut the Bridge. One of the songs that took time to grow on me for some reason. The chorus felt strange at first, but after a few listens I began to enjoy how everything works together. This song has great lyrics, too -- the meaning isn't particularly relatable to me, but the word/rhyme choices make it all sound really cool.

Heavy is the Crown. To me it's a loud, upbeat song to dance to, and very Linkin-Park-y for sure. There isn't much to say about this song, it just sounds very badass.

Over Each Other. To me it's one of the most emotional songs on the album -- Emily's vocal potential is used in a very right way, so you can hear some of the best qualities of her voice. The lyrics are my favorite mixture of simplicity and depth, even the title is a word play with both of its meanings present in the song.

Casualty. Such a fun song, I loved it immediately. Demonic Emily (you should definitely let her out and set her free) and Angry Mike (as he should be, it's only a matter of time) is a brilliant combination that hopefully will appear in more songs in the future. Talking about simplicity -- yes, the whole song is basically just screaming, but it's so cathartic that it becomes art.

Overflow. I think this song is the most beautiful on the album, a pure audio delight. And it's interesting that Overflow comes after Casualty, as both represent a perfect Mike-Emily duo, only from different sides of a spectrum, so to speak. The lyrics are so ambiguous that can be about everything and nothing, but my mind noticed a particular line -- "Ground is shakin' as it opens up to pull me in" -- that reminds me of Nothing Makes Sense Anymore, one of the darkest songs on Post Traumatic, and this thought kind of breaks my heart, but in a good way. And by this I mean that it's so fucking great to have new Linkin Park music in 2024; it's the best.

Two Faced. This song is somewhat similar to Heavy is the Crown in my mind -- it's loud, kinda badass, and has a messy dancing vibe to it. It took me some time and a few listens to fully appreciate it, but I still don't take it seriously, it still feels like some kind of parody of their Hybrid Theory era. Which isn't a bad thing, though.

Stained. This song didn't grow on me immediately, but when it did, it surely took a place in my heart. I love how Emily and Mike again make a great duo, creating a beautiful contrast with their voices and vocal techniques. I have a feeling that my relationship with this song is going to evolve even more in the future.

IGYEIH. The more I listen to this song, the more I like it. The vibe it gives me is something between Dead Sara and Linkin Park -- not like a mashup but like two worlds meeting. And the lyrics are so good, both in meaning and sounding. Again, like with Stained, I anticipate a longer future history.

Good Things Go. It's one of those songs that hit your heart effortlessly and just stay there, probably forever. I don't have anything else to say except it's my absolute favorite on the album.

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To summarize: From Zero is a fantastic album. The more I listen to it, the more I like it. All the songs sound natural, having both familiar and new vibe to them. As someone said -- it's like going through the whole Linkin Park discography fit into ten songs.

My top-3 (in no particular order):

- Casualty

- Overflow

- Good Things Go

[chosos-mascara]

blood

𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you don't understand why your boyfriend won't come over while you're on your period. the secret he's been keeping from you surfaces as he's faced with the iron scent he loves - yuji is a vampire.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - vampire!yuji, aged up (mid 20s), somnophilia(reader wakes up to cunnilingus), dubcon, period sex, blood drinking, blood play, biting, scratching/cutting, kinda intoxication from the vampire blood ig??

minors + ageless please dni! 2.8k words

"I shouldn't have come." Yuji's voice had been a whisper, hoarse and doused in some kind of guilt as he brought his lips to your neck. You were confused, gently pushing him back until suddenly, you'd felt a sharp pain, followed by stinging as if he'd bitten you.

Fighting the urge to throw your phone across the room, you tossed your head backward in annoyance. For the loving boyfriend he'd been, Yuji had, for some reason, had a large disdain for anything relating to your period. At first, you'd assumed it to be normal considering the friends with benefits arrangement you'd began as, yet as time passed and you'd began dating him, there had been increasing confusion as to why he'd been so disgusted by the thought of that time of the month. He was such a caring person, after-all. 

Though, a knock at the door followed by Yuji's sheepish gaze had broken the streak of his disappearance around your period, a bloom of flowers within his grasp.  "Thought you were busy?" You asked, malice intertwined with your words, though as he gestured the flowers toward you, a mix of summer florals he'd known to be your favourites, you felt the anger dissipate.  "It doesn't bother me, I'm sorry." There was a twang genuine shame within his tone and you'd exhaled sharply, opening the door wide enough for him to traipse through while you'd closed your eyes. He'd thrown himself onto your couch, crossing one arm over the other and slumping against the cushion as you'd placed the bouquet on the coffee table, the quiet hum of the television filling tense air. 

Just as you'd been about to seat yourself beside him, you'd noticed his eyes locked onto your abdomen, skin paling as he'd been unable to tare his gaze from the area.  "Do periods seriously bother you that much?" Once again, you were left to allow irritation to lace the words leaving your lips, anger bubbling as his expression shifted to display his restlessness, shifting uncomfortably within his seat. "What, are you five years old?" Voice raised, you'd shouted at him. Though as he'd stood, instantly summoning himself before you, the comments had been left to die at your tongue. For the first time in your relationship, you'd felt intimidated by the male in front of you, his figure seeming to tower taller than it had before, a darkness surrounding him. 

"The smell-" He began, voice wavering.  "The smell?" You'd repeated back harshly, a bitter laugh accompanying the disgusted look you'd sported to your boyfriend. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" Resentment passed through the atmosphere between you, spitting in the face of the male as your mouth turned into a frown. There had been something about his presence that had been so off-

His eyes had changed. The innocence and care-free nature that had sparkled within the honey brown orbs had dissipated, instead replaced with blood red hunger. He grasped your wrist within his hand, pulling you closer to his body as he'd drowned within your scent, a strong inhale to display his action. You could only stand in shock, allowing him to indulge within your fragrance, mouth ajar in both shock and concern - was he sick?

"I shouldn't have come." Yuji's voice had been a whisper, hoarse and doused in some kind of guilt as he brought his lips to your neck. You were confused, gently pushing him back until suddenly, you'd felt a sharp pain, followed by stinging as if he'd bitten you. A scream had left your chest, though soon dying out as you'd felt intoxication wash over you, a sudden helpless weakness entrancing your mind, the only thing you'd been able to focus on had been the sound of sucking, gulping and groaning against your skin. There had been an attempt of protest from yourself, though with drowsiness becoming overbearing, all cries had died on your tongue, consciousness leaving you.

When you'd awoken, you could've sworn the soft sounds of lapping had ricocheted from the walls of your room, though the bed beside you had been empty. Had this been a dream? The shift within Yuji's presence, the change in his eyes, his teeth sinking into the thick of your neck and the nauseousness as you'd lost blood, body giving out. As the veil of sleep had gradually lifted itself from your mind, you exhaled, focusing on the ambient sound of the room. Among the silence, you could hear the semblance of drinking, so similar to what you'd heard within the dream. It hadn't been until you'd felt the thick fingers pushed into the skin of your thighs, a warmth between your folds that you'd bolted upward. 

Your heavy eyes set themselves over a pink head of hair situated between your legs, and with your gaze drifting downward, you'd noticed the tongue extended from your boyfriend's mouth and pressing itself against your slit, lapping you up. There had been blood coating his chin and in the corners of his mouth, causing you to squirm, but when the red eyes had settled on your own, you'd halted.

When you'd slept with Yuji, he'd been loving. The sex you'd shared could be described as such,  sometimes a little rougher and outlandish, though he'd never wanted to hurt you. The expression written across him within this moment had not at all resembled the way he'd looked at you in the past, this one had been riddled with starvation; of lust. Between his lips, his teeth had changed, fangs peeking above the pink, wet tongue he'd used to drink from you. 

He'd stared over you for a moment, though when you hadn't attempted to pull from his grip, he continued, a flicker over your clit with his tongue causing a shiver over your spine. "Yuji, what're you doing?" You were shaking, still weak from blood-loss as he'd lapped up your juices, not entirely aware of your state as he groaned into your pussy. You moaned when he'd sucked over the sensitive bud, the vibrations from his hums bouncing over the cunt he'd feverishly eaten. 

"Wait-" You stuttered out, another roll of his tongue, putting your trembling hand atop his head to pull at the brown roots peeking through the sea of pink. There'd been a pop sound when he'd pulled from your slit, a string of drool tinged with blood connecting his lips to your skin, causing you to cringe in embarrassment. "Yuji, what're you doing?" He looked regretful when he'd glanced over your muddled state, wondering if perhaps you'd forgotten the fact he'd bitten you, and been none-the-wiser to the monster within him.

"Your neck-" He began, fingers squeezing over your thigh when his gaze lingered over the punctures he'd left, hoping to spark the memory and avoid saying the somewhat insane statement outright, that Yuji was a vampire. 

Your own fingertips traced over the wound, wincing when meeting with the tender flesh, cupping over the injury and looking to him for an explanation. When he'd refused to speak, you'd exhaled, accepting that if you wouldn't ask, you wouldn't be handed the answer.  "You drink blood?" To you, the word vampire had also been too much to say, a creature made up for children's stories or folklore, a being that hadn't existed in the real world. He nodded, cheek brushing your inner leg with the movement, cheeks shimmering in the light of your bedroom as they'd been coated in a mix of your own arousal and his saliva. 

Hesitantly, you brought a hand forward, placing it between his parted lips and grazing it over the exposed fang, gasping at the sharpness as gliding over it had sliced your finger, drawing blood immediately. Before you could pull away to nurse the cut, he'd clamped a hand over your wrist, allowing animalistic urge to overcome his senses as he licked the pooling crimson from your finger, eyes closing as he groaned out in pleasure. 

"D-does it taste good?" The inquiry had left you in the form of a shaking whisper, anxious to communicate with the male before you. It had felt as if he was a stranger once more, everything you thought you'd learned over the past few months liquidating into nothingness as he swallowed back the liquid.  "Yeah." It was uttered against your skin before he'd pulled back, eyes boring into your own before they'd flickered down to your exposed cunt, still coated in fluids. "Can I?" His head had tilted downward as you'd felt yourself heat up beneath him, an awkward nod of approval before he'd set his lips over you once more, tongue pushing into your hole. 

His hands settled themselves upon your hips, using them as a way to steady your uneasy body as he'd lapped at you. Back arching, you whined as he jerked over your clit, circling over it with an increasing speed. Any discomfort you'd had previously had suddenly washed away as he worked you back up. Before you'd stopped him, you'd been close to coming undone, and it wouldn't take long for you to return to that state with the pace he'd been operating at now. Every time you'd rolled your hips toward him, he'd let a growl tremble over your skin, an addicting feeling. 

Yuji placed sloppy kisses over your cunt, leaving you to jolt and quiver beneath his lips, awaiting more stimulation. He knew you were close, a scent changing within the air that only he could smell, your arousal growing with each moment he'd swallowed back the mix of wetness and blood - a drink he'd been embarrassed to admit he'd enjoyed. Though after the months of hiding the demon he'd truly been, there was relief to know he would be able to be himself this night, even if you were to leave afterward. A night he wouldn't allow either party to forget, supposing that were to be the case. 

"Yuji-" You sang his name as you'd allowed a heap of breathless whines to erupt from the depths of your stomach, squealing as you'd reached your peak, eyes squeezing closed and face contorting as the only word able to fall from you had been the name belonging to him. He rolled his own hips, desperate for some amount of friction over his cock as he'd watched you come for him, the mattress pressing against his bulge. 

Breathlessly, you fallen back onto the bed behind you, Yuji's grip loosening as he allowed you freedom to move, watching you close your eyes in exhaustion. For a few moments, the air had been still, movements coming to a stop as you felt yourself on the brink of unconsciousness once more, weak body lulling into the hand of sleep.  "-okay?" Yuji's voice sounded distant, as if he'd been on the other side of the room, or perhaps even somewhere else in the apartment, yet when you'd finally opened your eyes, his face had instead been inches from your own, a panicked expression painted over his features.  "What?" Your throat was dry as you questioned him, unsure what was happening as the room had span around you.  "Fuck, I drank too much-" He brought his wrist to his lips, moments later crimson dribbling over the skin as he pulled it back, resting the bloody bite at your mouth. Brows furrowed, you pulled back, head pushing into the pillows behind you, yet he'd forcefully shoved the wrist forward in return, his blood coating the inside of your mouth with the instruction; drink. 

You did as he'd said, swallowing the thick substance back, an iron taste mingling with sweetness, a bizarre experience guzzled into the back of your throat. Moans left your lips as the warmth of the liquid had radiated through your body, starting at the flowing liquid in your neck to your stomach, growing through your veins. It felt like safety, like comfort, and yet the part of it that had tasted so much like Yuji had driven you to crave more of him, picturing the way his cock would fill out your tight cunt, the sounds of his enjoyment passing through his mouth as he shared something so deeply intimate with you. 

The wave of euphoria subsided as he pulled his wrist from your mouth, the thick haze fizzling away as you set your sights on the male inches from your face. He looked relieved when your eyes had opened, though his brows had furrowed when you brought your wrist to his lips, a smile forming over your own. Your teeth had been stained with his blood, red between the gaps and dribbled down the sides of your mouth.  "Drink more." The request, although quiet, had rung in his ears, buzzing into the cold, unmoving heart buried in his chest. He shook his head, though with your veins so close to his nose he'd been forced to indulge within your scent, one that he'd struggled with previously, and now he'd known exactly how you'd tasted, he'd felt unable to hold back from. 

His fangs had emerged before he'd been able to make the decision to pull back, sinking into your skin, tongue rolling to lap up the nectar that poured so freely from your body. You'd hummed, his venom filling you with a warmth before he'd pulled back, this time careful not to take too much. Instead, he pressed himself to your lips, sharing a taste of the blood he'd indulged in, and the blood he'd given to you prior. 

Tongues mingling, you shared the thick crimson between you; DNA shared between two beings. The taste had been intoxicating, texture of sliding over one another while coated in thick blood, drinking back the flavors until nothing other than the two of you had been left, remnants of blood replaced with drool. His fangs grazed your bottom lip, nipping at the skin until you'd felt a sharp sting, more iron spilling from flesh. He'd bitten down on his own, too, muffled moans as you shared lineage once more. 

Your hands had laced within his hair, his own trailing over your body beneath him as he'd tasted you within his mouth, nails dragging over skin. Humming against him, you rolled your hips upward, feeling his hard member caress your bare slit, his trousers trapping his cock from grazing your nakedness. He'd pulled away from the kiss, gripping the hem of his shirt and tossing it to the other side of the room, shoving his jeans from his body to meet the same fate. 

His dick now free, his head protruded into your cunt, easing in and splitting you apart. He was big, and as a reflection of the most aroused you'd seen your boyfriend, his cock had been harder than you'd felt it before. He'd been desperate to feel the hug of your walls around him, the constriction of pussy around him acting as respite for the stressful life he'd led. He groaned, a rut of his hips into you, shiver crawling up his spine.  "So fucking good, baby." Compliments had never been sparse with Yuji, he was always keen to tell you how amazing you'd felt around him, and how much he'd enjoyed fucking you. 

His nails drifted over your chest, before his index had finally pushed into flesh harder, drawing blood as he dragged it over the valley between your breasts. It had stung, yet with his ichor still flowing within your veins and warming your stomach, the pain had turned into pleasure. Yuji was quick to replace the sharp nail with his tongue, tasting every drop seeping from the slice.  "You taste so good." Groaned against your skin, another deep rut between frenzied thrusts. The stickiness of saliva and blood coated your body from chest to face, his fingers trailing to your hips and digging into the fat. You'd known he'd left more cuts over the skin, and crescent shaped marks on your hips. 

"You do too, Yuji∼" The appraisal hadn't been lost on him, a grunt as he'd pierced his own wrist again, placing the skin to your lips and allowing you to drink from him once more. He bullied into you while kissed his flesh, blood dripping from your mouth and down your chin, flowing from him to you. Dribbles had cascaded down your chest to meet the slice between your breasts, mingling again. 

Yuji's thrusts became sloppier as he'd felt closer, pleasure enveloping his cock and wrist as you'd taken from him, eyes fixated on your euphoric state while you'd tasted the lineage he'd carried within him, the ethereal fluid acting as a drug. Finally, he'd fallen over the edge, filling you with ropes of cum as he'd pounded his cock deep into the confides of your cunt, groans hanging in the air alongside drunken gulps of your throat. 

Hours later, sticky with remnants of the acts committed in the bloodied sheets, you lay within his arms. He hadn't slept, as you'd learned from gentle conversation, his fingers twiddling with your hair as you'd laid in the afterglow of intimacy. Yuji would tell you anything you'd asked, no longer keeping the darkness from you as you'd proven yourself to stay beside him. 

[holly-fixation]

Imagine CC Sephiroth finding a CCTV footage of something related to his early developement where in the background he can see a woman (Jenova, from his photo) and can faintly hear her screaming at Hojo "let me hold him" and "you can't take my son away from me"

Snooping around the data room was bound to cut through the web of Hojo's lies and half truths eventually, which is exactly why he kept going back. Occasionally, he found old tapes and took them to his apartment for further inspection, hiding each one under his long uniform coat and returning them before anyone noticed.

At first he doesn't believe what he's seeing.

It was his recovery from his first mako procedure, long before he could speak or crawl or remember. He was in a pod not much larger than he was, an egg of glass protecting him and regulating the oxygen levels as necessary.

The baby in the incubator shivered, scratching at the wires in its skin in an attempt to break free. Each wire was anchored with metal shackles, presumably one of the only things it couldn't break, probably also reused from the many dogs Hojo bred for the President's son. The first five minutes only showed his cold and discomfort as he struggled to heal.

But he recognized the woman in the observation glass. He heard her muffled cries and chose to ignore them until her face entered the frame. A face he held close to his chest for as long as he could.

It was her. It was Jenova, her brown hair in the exact same ponytail as her photo. Her pleas no longer drowned in his ears.

"Let me hold him!"

Then Hojo entered the screen as well, though his face was cut off Sephiroth knew every mannerism of that wicked man like the back of his hand. Every step, every gesture, every shift of dark glasses.

"Just once! Please!"

His heart ached. He felt his hand move to his chest, to where her photo used to remain.

"Absolutely not. Your presence at this stage will damage him beyond repair. I will not allow you to ruin this with your meddling."

"Hojo, please!"

He did not budge. "I allowed you this far. You may look at him through that window before security escorts you out."

"You can't take my son away from me!"

"This is my laboratory, and I will do as I please. You have seven seconds."

She surrendered, placing her hands against the glass, turning away from the scientist with tears down her cheeks. "Sephiroth!"

His breath hitched. His name. Her voice. Her undeniable care.

"Sephiroth, my son, know your mother loves you! I love you so much and I would break you free if I was strong enough! I love you, my son! I would do anything to be by your side!"

The helmeted officers came and pulled her arms back.

"Sephiroth! SEPHIROTH!"

A door opened and closed, and the recording continued as if nothing happened.

Sephiroth ejected the tape before taking his weapon and rushing to the labs, the evidence again hidden under his coat until he met his target.

The scientist's side glance infuriated his already burning nerves. He said nothing as he pushed the scientist away from the desk and inserted the tape into an old player connected to a CRT screen. He skipped ahead and paused the video when Jenova came into full view against the window.

Hojo groaned in annoyance, literally rolling his eyes. "Why are you showing me this, boy? I was there, you know."

"You said she died in childbirth."

"I said she died after you were born."

"You ripped me away."

"And I made you better for it. Do you have any idea how pathetic you'd become under a mentally unstable mess like her?"

"Don't you dare speak of my mother that way!"

"I knew her well. I will speak of her as I please."

"...where is she?"

"Pardon?"

"Where. Is she?"

"I just said she's dead."

"And why would I believe you?"

"You're wasting my time."

"Why would I believe you?"

The room turned cold. "Because I am the only source you have, and you know it."

That deep reality tainted the entirety of the interrogation, and Sephiroth was forced to leave with the exact same knowledge he walked in with. He couldn't stop hearing her voice. He couldn't stop the looping plea in his mind.

Know your mother loves you!

Sephiroth!

Sephiroth.

[yumeasmrscript]

[A4A] Your Dominant Partner Ends the Scene for you [Aftercare] [Safeword] [Soothing] [Dom speaker] [Sub listener] [Sub has a freeze response] [Reassuring] [Slightly spicy at the beginning] [Cuddling] [Kissing] [Comfort]

Sooo I’m back with a new script, which I personally haven’t found a lot around, so I wanted to give it a try. You are free to monetize with the script and paywall, just please credit me and provide me a copy if you do! You can edit anything related to gender for speaker/listener, and any sfx to your liking, and since English is not my first language, also feel free to fix anything that sounds weird, and you can make edits to personalize the script a little bit too, if you want, as long as characters and story stay the same. With that said, I hope you will like it!

Please remember to always communicate with your partner when something makes you uncomfortable in any way, trust is the most important thing, especially when it comes to this kind of things. Stay safe <3

Summary: During playtime with your partner, you’re starting to feel too overwhelmed. You’re not sure why it’s happening, but you can sense fear growing stronger, to the point that everything feels numb and distant, you’re only focused on that crippling anxiety. And while your mind screams that you need to stop, your whole body freeze, and you’re unable to use your safeword. Luckily for you, your partner notice it, says the safeword for you, and slowly helps you get back to reality.

[Actions/Moods] Emphasis on words

_______________________________

[Panting]

[Soft dom tone for the first part] Aren’t you the cutest? Even when you get your punishment for that bratty behavior of yours, you still look like an adorable mess…

I guess you’ll think twice now before disobeying me again, right, pet?

Or probably you’ll just keep doing that, because that’s who you are inside, am I wrong? You enjoy getting punished and seeing me angry [chuckle]. I don’t really mind, though, it’s pretty fun showing you every time that you can’t win against me. It’s truly satisfying putting you back in your place.

[Speaker’s voice gets slightly muffled to listener’s ears, as their anxiety grows, from now on]

[Less soft tone] I wonder, though, if you actually learned your lesson. How many times have I told you that you need to look at me in the eyes when I talk to you? And still, the floor looks more interesting than me to you.

[Kind of amused] I admit, though, it’s brave of you to challenge me once again right after you got punished, you little brat.

[Small pause, foosteps of Speaker circling the Listener until they’re in front of them]

Do you really crave it this much? Could it be you enjoy it more than you should? Hmm?

[Playfully dom] Why don’t you ask nicely to get punished again, kitten? If you do, I might give you what your rebellious heart desire the most...

[Silence]

Come on, pet, I’m waiting.

[Silence]

[Playfully annoyed] And you’re still not looking at me…. Does it embarrass you that much to beg for your punishment?

[Silence]

[The dom tone ends here, turning into a more soft and worried tone] ...Wait, honey, do you need to slow down a little bit? Do you want to use your safeword? You look… distressed. You’re not responding at all. Are you okay?

[Silence]

Hey, why are you not saying anything? Please, at least look at me. We can end this if you need, you’re making me worried...

[Silence]

[Regretful, still worried] Say something... I can clearly see you’re not enjoying this like you always do. Your body is stiff and trembling, and it looks like you’re holding your breath too. Can’t you tell me what’s wrong? I need you to be honest with me when you’re not okay with what we do. I need to trust you and you have to trust me too.

[Silence, speaker’s voice get a little bit more muffled]

[More worried] ...Hey, Are you still with me? Do you remember what our safeword is?

[Silence]

Please honey, at least nod if you’re following anything that I’m saying!

[Silence]

[Sigh] Okay, that’s it. If you can’t do that either, we’re definitely not going any further for tonight. Red.

[The muffled speaker’s voice returns to normal]

[Gentle] Sweetheart, can you focus on me? I used the safeword. And I’ll say it again if you need to hear it one more time. Red. You’re not going through this anymore for today, okay?

[Relieved, sigh] You’re nodding now, I’m glad. I was so worried, baby, seeing you like that… You’re safe with me, I want you to always remember that. I want you to remember that, whatever we do when we play these roles, I always care about you. You and your well being are my top priority, and I would never, ever hurt you, not in a way that you don’t want me to.

[Quietly, still gentle] Can I hold you for a moment? Just… nod or shake your head for now, you don’t need to talk if you can’t.

Of course honey, I will wait if you need a second. I’ll get you out of these restraints in the meantime then, okay? We can cuddle afterwards, if you want. I don’t really want to leave you alone in the state you are now.

[Speaker removes restrains here, pause for a few seconds with just sfx of metal/fabric/stuff falling on the floor as they get removed]

[Softly] There, all done. I’ll get you some water, okay? And a blanket too. I’ll get them from our nightstand and closet, so I’m not going anywhere.

...Can I give you a kiss? You don’t need to raise your head or anything, I just want you to feel comfortable and safe with me.

[Small pause, Speaker gives the listener a kiss on the head]

Okay, I’ll get you all the things you need now.

[Footsteps, Speaker open the closet and gets the blanket, then pours water in a glass, and goes back to the Listener]

Here, take a few sips.

Don’t worry baby, I can hold the glass for you if you feel your hands unsteady.

[Small pause as Listener drinks]

Better now? I’ll set the glass nearby, in case you wanted more. And… here’s the blanket. Soft and warm. How are you feeling? Can I hold you now?

[Happy, still gentle] Oh, honey. You don’t know how relieved I am to look into your eyes again. Here, come closer, rest your head on my chest and let me hug you.

[Speaker hugs the listener and start stroking their hair and their back]

[Gentle and reassuring tone] You’re safe here, baby. You will always be safe with me.

And you’re loved. You know that, right? I care so much about you. I want to make sure that you still remember that. I was so scared… you’ve never reacted like that before. Did I do something that made you feel truly scared of me? Or that you couldn’t trust me? I need to know that honey, we can’t play like this if you’re not honest with me. I can’t do these things if you don’t tell me what’s going on in your mind.

I know that “you know”, it was just a reminder. What happened there?

[Pause, as Listener explains]

Okay, I understand. Your mind went blank, huh? So it’s not like you didn’t want to tell anything, more like you couldn’t. And I’m sorry you… felt that way. I probably should have been more careful and understanding the signals you sent, like when your eyes locked on the floor and you remained completely still whatever I said or did. That wasn’t normal and I should have realized it. I didn’t want you to feel like this, baby. But please, if you ever feel the first sign of something like this, even just a tiny bit of discomfort or fear that you don’t want, tell me. Tell me before we get to this point. Alright?

[Kisses]

I love you honey. Always remember that. You’re precious to me, and I don’t want you to ever feel hurt or abused by me. I want you to enjoy it with me, I’d never want to force you in any way to do something you wouldn’t like or wouldn’t feel up to do. I would totally understand and respect that.

[Soft chuckle] Of course, apology accepted. And I’m sorry too.

[Happy] Are you feeling better now, sweetie?

No, don’t feel guilty. Knowing you, I bet you probably wanted to endure it when you felt something wasn’t right, but I doubt you wanted to get to this point on purpose. And we both apologized, so there’s no need to feel guilty at all.

[Soft and reassuring] It’s okay, everything’s okay.

Just focus on the comfort of this moment, alright? Focus on the blanket that gently wraps you, on the beating heart in my chest, on my hand that gently stroke your head while the other one holds you close to me. Relax in this peaceful space we have all for ourselves.

[More kisses and soft stroking]

I’m not going anywhere, I won’t leave you alone. My arms will always be here to shelter you from everything and everyone. I will always, always, make sure that you’re safe.

[Pause]

Of course honey. [Kiss] If you feel like it, would you like to take a bath with me? I bet that would help you get warmer, I can still feel you trembling a little bit here. Or… maybe you’d like a snack, something warm to drink, and watch a movie instead?

[Chuckle, happy] No, it’s never “too late” to watch a movie. What’s the problem if you fall asleep in the meantime? Isn't it wonderful to fall asleep in your beloved's arms while your favorite movie lulls you to sleep? It’s supposed to help you relax, after all. And I’d say that tonight, my baby deserves the coziest night of all.

Alright, honey, we’ll leave the movie for another night. I’ll help you up, now okay? So we can take the bath together.

[Speaker stands up and help the listener]

Careful, baby. Your body went through a lot tonight, it’s normal that you feel weaker. But again, I’m here for you, so…

[The Speaker either carries the Listener in their arms, or wraps the Listener with their arms to help them walk]

...Isn’t this better? Now you really have to try hard if you want to fall down, when I hold you like this [Chuckle]. Come on now, let’s go.

[Footsteps, as they enter the bathroom. Sfx of water filling the tub]

Give me the blanket, hon. [Small pause] [Chuckle] Aww don’t pout like that.

Yes, I know you’re cold, but it’s just for a second.

[Listener gives the blanket to the Speaker]

You’re so good when you behave, you know that? [Chuckle] Come here, my baby deserve a kiss. [Kiss]

Is the water temperature good for you?

Okay, well then, let’s get inside.

[Both gets inside the bathtub]

[Relaxed] Aaah, this feels so, so good. Are you relaxing too?

I’m glad to hear that. Let’s just… stay like this for a little bit longer. I’ll help you clean yourself later, but for now… just lay on me, let me and the warm water hug you.

[Sweet] You did good tonight. Even if things didn’t go as expected at the end, you still did very, very good. You’ve been a good kitten for me, like you always are. You don’t know how much I appreciate you. And even when you look like a mess, you’re still gorgeous.

...And you are even more when you smile and blush like this when you hear those words [Chuckle].

[More strokes and soft breathing]

I truly treasure these moments with you, and I hope… you will always feel safe with me.

[twig-tea]

Liminality in Last Twilight

Here are the two main definitions of liminal:

of, relating to, or situated at a sensory threshold [or limen]: barely perceptible or capable of eliciting a response

of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition : IN-BETWEEN, TRANSITIONAL

(the above phrasing from mirriam-webster).

Hopefully y'all are already picking up what I'm putting down; this show is all about that liminal space both these characters are in when they meet, and the limen of Day's vision is a major moment already highlighted in the trailers. I thought it would be useful to track those moments of liminality and see if they have significance/if this lens adds to my understanding of the show. After EP 1, I'm pretty confident this is intentional and adding value to at least my watch, so I'm committing!

Incidences of liminality in Last Twilight EP 1

Start of the series is Day waiting for his game to start; that liminal space right before the game begins

Similarly the first time we see Mhok is on that trolley thing under the car; a tool used to move from one space to another

Mhok is placing sequential bets, living in that liminal space before the game ends and money is owed

The uncertainty around Day's health in the game; where he can't tell what's happening, and is transitioning from playing the game to unwell and needing to leave

The first instance of limen represented to the audience via blurry camera, when Day looks up at the lights

Porjai unable to get out the words to Mhok about what happened to Rung, and the extended liminal space of not knowing what happened to his sister

The liminal space of having been locked up and now free but still not free from having a record

Also just undergoing any job search especially while unemployed is liminal space

Day trying to get a caretaker/adjust to his new life

20% vision: a defined limen for Day's sight

The car in the garage waiting to be paid for; refusing Mhok's decision and extending it for another 6 months

Day and Mhok meeting for a second time in the elevator (a liminal space)

Day waiting for a cornea transplant, with an unknown amount of time before it will happen (if it happens at all)

Day and Mhok meeting for the third time in another liminal space, this time the middle of the street

Another instance of limen represented to the audience using blur, this time of the street and of Mhok's face (thank you to @pondphuwin for your post that made me go back to notice this)

Again, when Day offers Mhok the job, Mhok makes a firm decision and is to told to think about it more--he keeps getting thrust back into liminal space

In Mhok's flashbacks, he thinks back to moments of liminality: the car, the job hunt, and then being told not to let opportunities pass him by

Tagging the ol' ephemerality squad as well as folks I've seen post about this show or who I've spoken with about this show so far, because I want other thoughts on this, but no pressure. I won't tag anyone who doesn't engage with this idea in any future posts unless you ask, and I won't mind!

@chickenstrangers , @clara-maybe-ontheroad , @colourme-feral , @distant-screaming , @lurkingshan , @neuroticbookworm , @rocketturtle4 , @slayerkitty , @thatgirl4815 , @ranchthoughts @waitmyturtles , @wen-kexing-apologist, @bengiyo, @heretherebedork, @respectthepetty, @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Whether or not you want to follow along, I would love help noticing the visual instances of liminality because I tend to not process visual changes well and it means I don't clock a lot of visual things. So please tag me in anything like that, even if you don't want to be tagged!

[kairiscorner]

more miles x filo reader plz hshsjsjdns but this time can it be that they are not dating yet and hes still crushing 💗

YES, I AM ON IT !!

miles morales x filipino reader

i'd like to think miles would've fallen for you the minute he saw you, actually. like, his heart would beat just a little faster when he saw you, but he brushed it off as excitement to meet a new friend or see a new face at his school.

he was drawn to your beauty, your noticeable features as someone of filipino descent. you could say you rizzed him up by just being who you are, you super magandang individual o(*￣▽￣*)o

when he met you, he instantly found himself drawn to you and your little traits and habits. how you might point with your lips, say, "ah, ano..." when you start a conversation, how you use the "mano po" culture towards his parents (THEY FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THAT) and just every little thing about you, be it related to your heritage or culture or just anything about you, he fell--and he fell hard.

HE WENT THROUGH A RABBIT HOLE ON WIKIPEDIA ABOUT FILIPINO HISTORY

he stumbled across this song, and he vibed to it (he felt a little sad, maybe a little strange after learning the meaning of the lyrics, it was a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it danced on the tip of his tongue when he thought of you, iykyk what i mean)

he'd try to impress you by speaking to you in tagalog after hearing you speak it sometimes, but he used the mas malalim na tagalog and ended up confusing you 😭😭😭

"ang iyong kagandahan ay ubod ng... how do you say that word? wait, wait, uh... " (looks through the script he made to rizz you up, MOST OF IT IS IN INCORRECT TAGALOG TBH 😭😭😭)

he loves going over to your house whenever he can, he feels nice and at home with you, what more at your place where he feels so safe and comfortable?

i also like to think you two would walk outside together, play outdoors a lot, maybe visit a sari-sari store together or a store run by a local filipino nearby and show him some local filipino snacks and drinks you loved :>

HE LOVES PIATTOS

you loved feeding him piattos, like omg. and he jokingly bites your fingers when you do it, and he loves when you scream at him with a wide smile, "ANUBA" when he playfully bites your fingers as you feed him, he chuckles a lot about it and points out how someone's gotta watch their fingers when they eat this.

you two would definitely share a straw from those soft drinks in a plastic bag, LIKEEE one bag, one straw, two of you 🫶🫶🫶

HE GOT ADDICTED TO POTCHI ONCE !!!!!

"oh yo it's kirby" him at the potchi mascot

he also jokes about how you look exactly like the potchi mascot when you're blushing and pouting, AND IT MAKES YOU EVEN MORE FLUSTERED MAN

I FEEL LIKE IF YOU TWO WATCHED MARIA CLARA AT IBARRA, HE'D TAKE NOTES BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH RIZZ IBARRA HAS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU like me SIMPED FOR THE MAN

he'd also learn dancing with you if you were into it, even if you meant it as a platonic gesture, he'd savor every moment of it :>> AND IF YOU TWO DANCED THE EL BIMBO (iykyk) HE'D BE CHUCKLING AND GIGGLING AT HOW SILLY YOU TWO WOULD SHAKE Y'ALL'S HIPS AND YOU BOTH WOULD JUST ERUPT IN PEALS OF LAUGHTER AT HOW FUNNY YOU TWO LOOK WHEN DANCING IT

but deep inside, he'd already be falling deeper and deeper in love with you, wishing every day could just be like this. he wants to come over to your place all the time and just spend the day doing everything you wanna do or just nothing at all.

he loves the way your hair falls when you turn you head to look at him, he loves your sass and quips, he loves how you never take anyone's bullshit and he... he loves dancing with you. he loves holding you close and watching as the music takes you away into a freeing feeling, a feeling that only you two are in the world right now.

a/n: he listens to "ang huling el bimbo" on the way home.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @q2ie @binibinileonara

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐛.𝐤

baji keisuke x gn!reader [reader is on their period, but there are no solidified pronouns!] - fluff, comfort (0.5k+)

request: how about a short fic with baji taking care of a reader who has very debilitating cramps? i've never seen anyone to that before, and personally, my cramps can get so bad to the point where painkillers barely work. if it's too much, then feel free to ignore this ♡

nana's note: oh man i also get really painful cramps so this is really relatable :/ now can i get a baji to comfort me or nah - also first post of the year yayayay

baji watches as the timer on the microwave counts down from 1 minute, each second accompanied by an impatient shake of his foot and a nervous sigh. it was that time of the month for you, and although you were upstairs laying in the soft sheets of his bed—the extreme painful cramps took away all that comfort. it had gotten so bad, that you were having trouble walking around. baji took the initiative to head downstairs, and heat up your heating pack for your stomach. 

“no no, you—you’re staying right here, ‘kay? i’ll figure out how to heat this thing and be right back” he had told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dashing down to the lower level of his apartment. 

beep! sounds the microwave, and baji pulls open its door to grab the pack. “ah fuck!” he shrieks, nearly dropping the pack flat on the ground. “shit’s hot as hell, fuck.” baji murmurs to himself, hastily making his way up the stairs and into his room.

“m’back, baby. let this cool down for a bit.” he places the pack next to you on the mattress, leaning in to grab your hand immediately after. 

“your hand is really warm,” you comment, looking at your boyfriend with his hair all tousled and clothes so casual. he looks handsome in his grey sweats and white tee, it’s not everyday you can catch him not in uniform for either toman or school. a smile forms on your face when he looks at you sheepishly.

he grins, “let’s just say the pack was really warm, too.”

you squint your eyes at him with a knowing glare, “i heard someone scream earlier. perhaps..” your smile turns teasing, “it was you?”

baji scoffs at your suggestion, puffing out his chest dramatically and flexing his muscles. “me? screaming? nah—must’ve been the wind, babe.” the pair of you laugh together, before you suddenly clutch your stomach as it tightens in mild pain. 

baji’s behaviour goes alert, as he quickly grabs the (now bearable) heat pack and places it onto your stomach carefully. he watches your expression attentively, as it contorts from discomfort to gradual ease. “is this okay?” he asks, and you nod. a yawn leaves you, a sudden tiredness taking over you for a moment.

“thank you, keisuke.” you mutter after a while, noticing that his hand still hasn’t left the pack. his hand keeps it in place, even though it surely won’t fall over if he were to let go. in reality, baji just wants to keep on holding you. you place both your palms atop his, feeling that same warmth envelop your nerves—and the rest of your body.

baji leans down to press his lips to your exposed skin, he closes his eyes as his breathing falls in tune with your’s. “i love you, you know i’ll do anything for you, whenever.” his brown eyes open when he notices you’ve fallen silent, your breathing sounds more calm and the hands once on top of his have fallen slack against the blanket. you’ve fallen asleep.

baji carefully departs from you, and presses a small peck to your lips before adjusting the pillows and blanket around you. he knew just how you liked to sleep, and he would remember these small things for the rest of time—if for you.

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[pinkyjulien]

Ah... finally alone. Together. Stargazing in silence, except for the crickets. The stars watchin' them back

Birthdays are fun; the whole family get together and throw a huge party, you eat and drink all day, late into the evening, where you drink and eat even more. Loud music, people laughing, dancing, celebrating not only the individual but also the clan as a whole. Sharing gifts, hugs and kisses...

They always sneak away from camp once everyone is too busy partying to notice their absence. Mitch took him there for his first birthday shared together with the Aldecaldos, and became a little tradition between them; one of his favorite spot in Arizona. A cliff near their camp, overlooking a vast desert plain

Cuddling there, in the back of Mitch's truck, sippin' on their beers, eager to really get the night startin'

After sharing one last gift, a tiny metal raccoon, welded together from scrap, Val' would tell him; he's the only gift he ever wanted, the one he'd ever need

Like each year, they would make slow, sweet love in the back of this truck, under those same stars, safe in middle of nowhere. Free to moan, shout and laugh against each other teeth as loud as they want. Not having to constraint themselves, to fear someone interupting them They'll Love in warm-hearted embraces, as they always do, during this special night, until morning comes

Valentin & Mitch | 635/? 🧡 Valentin's birthday 🤗 Rest of the set on PillowFort 👉👈

AAAAH So. Yeah I never did anything for either of their birthdays those past three years but hgfhghf hey it's never too late 😳

So yeah ghfh for those who know, it's my birthdayyyy tomorrow (10/09 - 10th september) and of course I projected that into my boy 🤏 It's always kind of a weird week for me, I get some kind of... birthday blues for the whole week, some kind of "why do I exist" crisis GHFHGF but nothing bad or suicidal, y'know, just??? Just There

My birthdays were always kind of tainted by X or Y shit happening the same day, dad being mad and ruining the day by screaming and shit, some bad stuff happening related to our cars, some big money problem, death in the family etc etc juuuuust always some kind of bad vibes during that specific day 🤡

I felt comfortable celebrating Valentin's birthday this time around tho, not to get too personal and oversharing on the internet, but life is starting to fall into places a bit and even if I'm still a lost dumbass, I'm slooowly getting there! I'm almost a year on T, parents finally divorced, yadda yadda

SO YEAH. Have the stinkies celebrating Val's birthday in their own way, as they do 👉👈😌 and have a nice weekeeeend 🧡

[goodboyaudios]

(untitled vampire hunter story)

"Why did you do that!?"

"I told you before, its not my fault."

"You wiped out the entirety of House Dirk! And now you're going to look at me like this is no issue!?"

Dorse breathed deeply, try to maintain composure. "Are you going to let me explain, or are you just here to storm around my office and scream in my face?"

Servoss stared back at Dorse with visceral anger and disgust for the angel of death. He took a few moments to think on what the end result would be if he did just storm around and scream in Dorse's face. It would be quite satisfying, but it might upset Kayne to learn his personal advisor was equally as dead as the old vampire house.

Servoss did hate Dorse, but he feared him far more.

"Fine", he said at last, "explain to me how you went after one vampire, and killed an entire house of them."

"I went there," started Dorse, "with the intention to ask for the location of Cirrian Dirk. I was polite, they were not."

"That's your excuse?" Snapped Servoss.

"Tell me, Grand Advisor, what do you do when someone knocks on the Blood Emperor's front door? Do you hurl insults, and threaten them with violence? Because that's what they did! It was my understanding that the Blood Emperor wished for there to be stable relations between humans and vampires. So I'm led to believe one of three things. One, House Dirk didn't get the memo on that. Two, this whole thing was a conspiracy to kill me, which obviously didn't work. Or three, House Dirk just didn't care and the entire house of vampires was planning, or were going to plan, something treasonous against your precious Kayne. If you spin it that way, I've done you blood suckers a favor."

Servoss was speechless.

Dorse quickly opened his desk draw, irritably. "I will accept", he began, grabbing his checkbook from the draw and writing down a ludicrous amount of money, "partial responsibilities as to the damage done to the estate."

He ripped the check out of the book with a focused aggression, handing it to Servoss. "It was a nice place", Dorse said with a dry smile. "This should cover it."

Servoss hesitantly took the check and read it over. For a brief moment, the grief of this great loss of life slipped his mind as he thought about why a man would live in this rundown building in downtown Los Angeles, when he had this kind of money to swing around.

"Oh, and by the way", Servoss turn his head upward to see Dorse sliding over to him another scrap of paper, torn from a composition notebook. "I did find your Cirrian."

Servoss' eyes widened. "Then why haven't you caught him yet!? Why isn't HE dead!?" He snapped, suddenly finding his anger again.

Dorse shrugged. "I thought you'd want to talk with him first. He is your target after all. I'm not sure what happened between you two, but I do know, when something like this happens, my client always gets remorseful for some reason."

Servoss stood there, blankly. He'd lost his anger yet again. This was getting annoying. Cirrian was still alive. Was there anything he wanted to say to him? Would there be any convincing him to stop with this disloyalty to the Blood Emperor? Surely he'd be fearful of the Blood Emperor's might where once before he'd thought him a weak excuse for leadership! There was no way to know that though. None at all, except to go to where Cirrian was and confront him.

Dorse swiveled his chair around and opened a minifridge door disguised as gothic wood paneling. It was filled with cheap beer. Despite it all being the same brand, Dorse was rather picky about which one he wanted.

"Thank you". Said Servoss, quietly.

Dorse turned to see Servoss opening the front door. He noticed the paper on his desk had been taken. In its place was the check Dorse had written. In Servoss' free hand, the torn, scrap paper danced violently at the exposure to the wind and rain outside, trying to escape his grip. Servoss quickly pocketed the paper.

"Kayne will be pleased with your work. He'll send you the money and you need for a new office." Servoss put one foot outside.

Dorse suddenly slammed down a bottle on the desk. "I don't want his shit!" Responded Dorse angrily.

Servoss turned to look at Dorse with an offended frown.

"I want him to use his many connections and resources to find my fucking father." Dorse's eyes felt like hot knives to Servoss. He'd never seen him like this. Is this what it felt like to be confronted with the legendary angel of death?

Servoss looked away and thought for a moment. Distant thunder crackled overhead. "I'll...see what I can do."

The rain began to blow in from the open front door and Dorse frowned at the sight of it. He leaned back in his chair, gesturing for Servoss to get out and not let in the rain.

Servoss complied. He fluffed his coat and shivered, trying not to think of Dorse's piercing gaze.

Meanwhile, in his office, Dorse finished the beer he'd picked out from his minifridge. After the last drop was drank, he thought for a moment. The he rolled his eyes as he quickly got up and stuck his head over a nearby trashcan to throw up. The bottle, after being placed haphazardly, rolled off the desk, hit Dorse quite painfully in the back of the head and eventually found it's resting place on the floor in front of him, with the expiration date now staring back at Dorse's remorseful eyes.

"wrong...one..." coughed Dorse between sessions of vomiting, "wrong...fucking...one...!"

(what do you guys think? It's my first time so I'm sorry if it's not up to the Tumblr industry standard! Always looking for tips to improve formatting!)

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Hi! Glad you're back! Can I send you a controversial opinion (again, maybe nobody noticed but it definitely feels like I did it before) purely for the reason that it makes for interesting discussion and you totally are a worthy sparring partner...?

So you just reblogged that one post where it said that 'neurodivergent people often thrive in cultures that still have an appreciation for spirituality' and I immediately went like "wow you're so close bestie it's almost like neurodivergency and mental illness are rooted in demonic oppression and every non-Western society knows that as a matter of fact and lives with it." Sorry, sorry, hear me out-

ON ONE HAND, I 100% believe this. I've come into contact with extremely charismatic Christians who are writing books and doing teachings about this, and they are seeing results as they are breaking generational curses and casting out evil spirits. These people are in my immediate vicinity, so I know some who give testimonies of being healed of arthritis, drugs, and generally feeling way more free.

ON THE OTHER HAND, this knowledge is neither creepy to me nor something to specifically seek out, because to me it is a) neutral and b) completely useless to me at this point in time.

Why is it neutral? Because it's something that plagues everybody in some way. Everyone has some sickness, everyone has some extremely bad habits, everyone has a weird tick or quirk, some stronger than others. It's no secret that humanity suffers. Everybody dies of something. So in a way, we've all been living with this shit on the daily forever, so why suddenly be afraid of it just because the term 'demonic' gets slapped on it?

And why is it useless? Because at this point in time, I personally do not feel wise or knowledgeable or confident enough to go ahead and practice this deliverance stuff myself. I barely feel equipped enough to talk about it. It's also not the only way to fight. Being miraculously set free in a single moment is one thing, but breaking habits over time or changing a lifestyle or gradually improving belief systems is just as powerful and we can start with that now.

To give an example of my own life: I was once instantly set free from depression in a Church service while the preacher was speaking about something related. It was like a dark, heavy blanket was suddenly lifted off me and I could breathe again. No one prayed for me. It was like an invisible sword slashed that weight off me.

Then guess what, the depression returned in full force after a while because I hadn't changed anything about my actual lifestyle and I continued to live in the same misery as I had before. And this time, I had to work myself out of it - with sweat, with setbacks, discovering vitamin deficiencies as well as healing from family trauma, a battle that is very won but still occasionally tries to get at me.

So to me, it's about BOTH methods and it's somewhat neutral. There's no need to freak out over charismatic practices. There's also no point in practicing any of it when one does not feel well versed in the laws of the spiritual realm. Yet there is ALSO the possibility of spiritual oppression, curses etc. which would explain what science can't: Hearing voices, Tourette's, certain people dying in every family's generation, for example.

I'm sharing this just to give insights into a personal journey that is far from polished. The things I believe right now are, in essence:

a) Spiritual oppression is fact and it is tied to sin. Doesn't have to be personal sin, could be an ancestor's sin, or someone deliberately cursed an innocent person to do harm (unbelievable, but this happens). If anything, we're still all descendants of Adam & Eve.

b) The effects of popular evangelical preachers casting out demons, which are often called 'esoteric' or 'fake', undoubtedly match biblical deliverance. There is screaming, there is writhing on the ground, there is 'laying down as if he was dead' (Mark 9:26). And there is bowing before the name of God, with bystanders often finding the exorcism extremely unsettling (The Gerasene, Mark 5). Humans responding to deliverance with fear is nothing new. It literally was the same when Jesus himself was doing it in the Bible. So.

c) Knowing that spiritual oppression is real is completely useless when there is no practical application to remedy it, and most of us simply do not dabble in this stuff because of its mystery, it's blind trust requirement, and it's error potential.

d) Habits must still be changed "manually", so to speak. If a beggar in the Bible was healed, he still had to go learn a trade to get out of poverty. A miracle didn't miraculously cure him from being a beggar.

e) I want to learn where to apply spiritual principles and I do believe that the spirit informs the body. However, I want to be that person who heals others in a very casual, easy-going, helpful way, instead of making it weird. This is all still very much in progress.

But to me this is truth, and I think I'd like to give a reminder that the spiritual realm in connection with mental illness can be a thing to ponder. If we suffer from anything, we deserve to be free in Jesus' name. What do you think about this?

okay okay cool I love controversial opinions.

first of all what the hell xD you're telling me the fact that I'm autistic is demon possession? anyway anyway moving on from there -

>could be an ancestor's sin I swear there's a verse to combat that.

anyway, skimming over the rest of this cause there's honestly an enormous amount to unpack here and it's quarter to eleven in the evening and I'm sleepy - but feel free to pull out individual bits to argue about.

what do I think? you might have occasional points scattered through a mound of words.

[curekeigen]

"when we found love in summer" (jing yuan)

plot: march 7th helps prepare you for a beach date with jing yuan. with a nervous heart, you finally muster the courage to confess to him. notes: this fanfic is quite self indulgent, especially because i'm a literal sucker for anything summer related. also i wrote some of this at 2am whilst having ponytail to shushu by akb48 on loop and the rest like 8 hours later. content warning: fem! reader, reader is shy, reader is black coded, jing yuan is a tease.

"march, is this really necessary?" i sighed as my friend scurried across the bedroom, deep in thought. "i can tell very easily that your feelings for jing yuan are so intense! the way you behave, especially when you're staring at him, is so obvious!" i looked away from march 7th, already feeling embarrassed about showing my emotions too much. "my main issue is confessing to him. if i keep chickening out, i won't be able to confess to him before the end of summer..." i mumbled. "i don't know what kind of taste he has when it comes to women, i barely know anything about him and worse yet...he's intimidating..." march tiptoes in my direction with a smug look on her face. "i know just the solution to your romantic woes~" she whispers. "h-hey! is it really necessary to dress up so much like this?" i ask, watching march 7th rummage through a suitcase full of accessories. "come on! the most important thing when it comes to confessing your crush is to look as amazing as possible! it's summer, so that means you'll have to wear something cute to impress jing yuan!" she says as she picks up a pink bikini with a yellow and orange hibiscus pattern. "this one's so cute! it suits your skin tone!" march squeals as she held it against my body. "isn't it a bit too...revealing? it looks a bit..small." i ask, examining the bikini carefully. "don't worry! you'll find out once you put it on~!" she chirps. "but first i should get your hair ready, then pick out your jewelry, and after that i need to get you a body shimmer and perhaps a glitter tattoo..." march 7th continues rambling on as i pondered about. although i admired how determined and confident she was about getting jing yuan and i together, i couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about the whole thing. it would be a total bust if she put a lot of hard work into assembling an outfit for me only to get rejected by him.

"and...done!" march 7th huffed as she finally adjusted the flower in my hair. i stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my current look and feeling slightly flustered. "isn't the makeup a bit too much?" i asked, watching her grab a bottle of perfume and spray it on my arms. "it'll be fine!" she assures me. "you already know how you're going to confess, right?" she asks. i nodded. "good luck (name)! and don't forget to fill me in on the details once you come back!" march 7th screams as i shyly wave back at her before leaving the beach house.

it didn't take me too long to see jing yuan at the beach, staring at the glittering ocean and beyond. i couldn't help but take in the view of him. he looked so majestic, his hair flowing in the wind, that pretty mole under his left eye, his amazing, sexy body...i eventually snapped out of my thoughts but it was too late because he already noticed me staring at him a little too hard. "hello there, (name). it's been a while." jing yuan smiled at me. "hi! i was wondering if...if you're free today because i was thinking of spending the day with you." i say. jing yuan takes my hand his, "sure, you can watch me surf." he says as he places a gentle kiss on my hand. i could feel my face warm up due to his actions and my body stiffen due to my emotions eventually getting the better of me. i eventually calm myself as i watch him grab his surfboard and jog towards the waves.

after watching jing yuan surf for an hour, he finally returned to the shore. i couldn't help but notice the way the droplets cascaded down his muscles. "like what you see?" his voice snapped me back to reality. a smirk grew on his lips as he leaned closer towards me. "l-let's...grab lunch together!" i suggest, trying to change the subject as i got up and dusted myself. jing yuan chuckles as he follows me behind, a small tint of pink dusted across his cheeks. a few hours later, we were walking across the shoreline, watching the sun set across the horizon and bathing the beach in various shades of orange and pink. as jing yuan looked off into the distance, i hastily mustered my courage to confess my feelings to him. "j-jing yuan...?" i whispered. he turns around and focuses himself onto me, making my heart pound intensely. i automatically look down at the sand as my brain quickly pieced together my confession for him. "ever since i met you, i felt like i can't take you off my mind. everything about you is absolutely perfect that not even this sunset could match it...or even the sky. my love for you is more vast than the skies, deeper than the ocean and more passionate than the sun...i-i really love you." i blurted out, preparing myself to be rejected. i felt his arms embracing my body, bringing me closer to him. "i love you too, (name)." jing yuan responded. "you're the prettiest woman i've ever met, it's as if you were crafted by god himself...i've never seen a woman so kind and courageous like you...ever." we eventually pull away from each other to stare at each other in the eyes. the space between us eventually disappeared as jing yuan trapped my lips in his. his arms snaked around my waist as he brought me closer to deepen the kiss. after a few seconds, he pulled away. a soft smile appeared on his face as he adjusted the flower in my hair. "i almost forgot to tell you...you looked gorgeous today." he whispered shyly. i laughed as i leaned into his face and kissed the mole under his left eye, as the sun disappeared under the horizon.

this is a much longer fanfic i decided to put out today xD. it's so self indulgent hahaha. likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[ethaneldritch]

Part 2 - In Which Monty Refuses to Stop Spouting Nonsense at Roughly 2am

^ so there's your "edge of the coin" moment XD

Elsword waffles there for a couple minutes over his decision, but then

- "i'm special, right" - Solace: "yeah?" - "And that means i have special El-resonating powers and whatnot, right" - "…yeah?" - "okay then the big magic rock will probably definitely listen to me if i'm the one dying about it" - *cue Solace flipping out as a literal child jumps into the El portal thing without waiting for a freaking answer*

which like

i remember reading this plot point for the first time and realizing that Characterization was finally starting to happen! holy cow!! But it still seemed like such a wild direction to take this kind of character XD

Elsword isn't overtly suicidal, but there's multiple times where he wants to be the leader just so he can be the one at the fore of a fight. There's a least two other times (iirc) down the road where the party has to basically drag him away kicking and screaming from a fight they definitely could not have won without multiple casualties.

Yeah, he's stupid, but for as altruistically "everyone deserves to live and be friends!!" as he is, all that seems to go out the window when it comes to self preservation. Especially later on, there's just no way it's sheer childishness anymore.

I noticed some references to an inferiority complex surrounding his sister on the wiki, too. As his canon path progresses, there's multiple details he picks up from mimicking the others in the group, from styling his hair after Raven's to his occupation being in close relation to his sister's (though not above hers, of course).

I might be way off (and if I had the courage to take this to the official Discord server's lore chat, I can almost guarantee that I am) and I'm not trying to be the whole thing's secretly edgyyyy!!1!!1 or anything, but I'm fascinated by how the writers have taken such a "flat" archetype ("overly energetic shonen protagonist kid") and grown an actual, nuanced character out of it.

Feel free to sound off if I got something wrong; Elsword lore is a mess and I love getting lost in the weeds of it XD

[ryuichirou]

Replies

It’s July! Couldn’t write any shorter replies over the weekends, let’s catch up a little bit.

Most of them are related to things that we posted lately, but not all of them.

Starting with the Lilidia comic from yesterday.

Anonymous asked:

I feel disappointed in myself for thinking ilia and idia pic was going to be nsfw and doing all sort of stuff so I can see it with out anyone else.seeing what I'm looking at (in public)

Don’t be disappointed in yourself, Anon, this is the exact reaction that I wanted to get from this comic… Sometimes their gaming sessions get very heated and intense~

It’s been a while since we posted anything spicy with these two though, that’s true 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Istg, even when Idia’s DRUNK he sounds adorable.

(related to this hc post)

He is just way too much of a babygirl, isn’t he, Anon? Maybe it’s because I just can’t stop woobifying him lol But he really would be absolutely helpless against alcohol… Someone should record his drunk mumbling…

Anonymous asked:

lol is this comic a "what if" of book 4 where Riddle accepts Floyd's offer to stay with Octavinelle during winter break? Have fun goldfishie!

(this is related to this comiс)

YES!!! I’m glad you noticed! I couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario. Poor fishies are bored out of their minds celebrating the new years together, adding Riddle would make the dynamic so fun and fresh! At least for Floyd, I guess…

I drew this sketch in March, and now it’s July… winter break never ends 😎 happy new year!

Anonymous asked:

1. I just have this very strong feeling that Floyd got Riddle drunk for that exact reason.

2. I also have a strong feeling that Riddle's gonna come to in the morning and not know what just happened or what to do next besides blow his top and start screaming or something.

You are absolutely right, Anon, especially when it comes to the second thing lol Riddle is going to have an amazing beginning of the year. He experienced so many new things the night before…! And he remembers none of them. He does feel hangover + some other interesting sensations in his other regions though…

Anonymous asked:

Crewel would be my fave teacher, doesn't matter how mean he is. He just seems like someone interesting to be around.

Do y'all like Crewel in a way like that? Or any other teacher?

(this is related to this pic)

I agree, Anon! Crewel does seem like a scary but very cool teacher, who is young enough to feel somewhat relatable but also old enough to have this feel of “I’ve seen things, you all are just pups” lol

The comic was actually inspired by the thing my English teacher at the uni said to us instead of his introduction. He was about Crewel’s age, liked to dress up and bullied the boys a little bit lol I don’t know, he was professional but also a bit unprofessional at the same time because teaching us wasn’t his main source of income, so he basically just wanted us to know English and was an asshole about it all the time. But in a motivational way, I guess. He was also that one teacher that told me that I should draw for a living instead of being a sociologist.

Personal stories aside, I think my favourite teacher would be Trein LOL I used to fall asleep during classes all the time, so it would be difficult for me to stay awake during his lectures, and he is also hella strict, but I love winning over this type of teachers. It’s fun when they are mad at everyone except for you.

And Katsu finds teachers like Crewel to be scary and is a bit intimidated (literally said “terrified”) by him… Katsu would also be very distracted by his whole BDSM thing lol

Anonymous asked:

He just needs to sleep with Deuce that'll wake him up

Sleeping with Deuce is better than drinking coffee…! It could also distract Crewel from the lesson and give the rest of the class 40 minutes of free time lol I think Deuce should take this “bullet” for the boys.

Anonymous asked:

(¿spolier chapter 7?)  I saw Kalim's new clothing and thought about your Sultan looking for heir-Jamil please rethink your lifechoices-AU (I need to see how Jamil's plan ends up biting him in the butt in that AU.. Jami mama). By the way, what do you think Kalim's dream will be like? I think he already inherited his family's wealth (what!?), that dream Jamil remains a mystery tho.... whatsoever, It's going to be distressing, juicy and long-suffering Kalijami! (the best Kalijami imo!)

The attire really is similar! Well, no surprises here, since I based Kalim’s and Jamil’s clothing on the Sultan’s and Jafar’s, but still, it’s cool to see Kalim dressed like that. I am also happy to hear that you like this AU! Jamil’s plan is inevitably going to bite him in the butt, this is how things always are with Jamil lol

Since we haven’t read any of ch7 yet, I really can’t answer your question. While it’s inevitable to see snippets here and there, we don’t know anything about how the dreams work yet (no spoilers please). But you’ll find it out soon enough anyway!

Anonymous asked:

It's no secret you guys enjoy horror and gore! Somehow you draw it so beautiful *chef kiss*

I was wondering, have you guys ever seen/played Boyfriend to Death(+2) and The Price of Flesh?

It has a bunch of horror and gore in it dark all over and ofc it being an 18+ game there is 👀 you know 👀. But the characters are what's so great about it !

I really like Ren of out of all of them <3

If you do check it out, I highly recommend you check out their warning charts for the characters routes just in case because it does get VERY dark ( maybe I am over dramatic here but I don't know how else to put it without spoiling certain parts of the characters)

But also reading the about info on the carrd I don't think the warnings would be an issue ✨ but I thought I'd mention it just in case you two wanted to look it over!

I recently got into it and your account was the first thing that popped into mind when I finished playing the first two games ✨

Anon!! <3 I’m happy you like our horror stuff! And I am also very happy that you think of our account when you get into some creepy and messed-up stuff, this is super flattering to be honest lol

So thank you for the recommendations! We haven’t played/seen anything that you’ve mentioned, but it does sound promising with how you’re describing it. We’ll look into it, even though I can’t promise anything… still, it’s very appreciated!

Thank you again for your ask and for thinking about us.