#mostly cause I’ve been having some interesting ones as of lately

[jeweledstone]

I had a dream last night that involving a genus of spiders colloquially referred to as “Nasty Spiders” (I think the genus name was tyrannoaranea or something like that). Basically they were spiders that were like 10 times more horrifying appearance wise than normal spiders and were extremely aggressive, often biting people for seemingly no reason. Their bites were rarely deadly, but did have some strange side effects/symptoms, like there was one species whose bite made your fingers swell up and turn different colors for a short amount of time.

The one that I encountered was a species that was normally native to Australia called the “dugdug”. They were as large as dogs and infamous for actively chasing people in order to bite them (often several times) for no reason other than their own apparent amusement. Being bitten by a dugdug infects the person with what I can only describe as a temporary form of lycanthropy, causing them to turn into a werebeast the night after being bitten (or multiple nights in a row if they were bitten multiple times, 1 bite being equivalent to one night shifted). The type of creature you become seems to vary depending on the person, and can even include fictional creatures/monsters as I was soon to learn.

I remember me and my family being chased by a whole hoard (pack?) of dugdugs, even though we don’t live in Australia and it was the middle of winter, when most normal spiders would be either dead or hibernating. I ended up being bitten TEN FUCKING TIMES while my younger brother (who’s 4 years younger than me) was only bitten once. He became a stereotypical werewolf for his one night while ended up as a were-version of (CRINGE INCOMING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!) Fake Peppino from Pizza Tower for some fucking reason, which is how I found out the hard way that you could had the possibility of becoming a fictional creature from a dugdug bite.

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[bella-goths-wife]

how did the Vs pet die? i’ve seen it briefly mentioned in a few posts but i haven’t found a direct answer and i’m really interested!!

i also remember you mentioning that there was “hours of interrogation” from the Vs to get the reader to talk about her death, and i would looove to hear more about that of you wouldnt mind ^^ !

How did pet reader die and end up in hell?

Warning: description of death, drug use, reader hooks up with people, reader does objectively bad things

You were always a party person

You had been since you were young, having snuck into your first party when you were fourteen

You liked how they helped you escape your own mind, they took you away from the things that had to always be in control over and offered you a way to let go of the reigns for a few hours

But your favourite type of party was a rave

Something about the fun outfits and the way the music would thump and vibrate through your whole body just made something in you feel complete

You quickly became obsessed attending raves and you even dated a DJ to get into raves for free for a brief time and he taught you how to use the turn tables

But growing up in those types of environments screwed you up and made you chase a high better then drugs, a freedom that your family just didn’t allow you to have

You craved the nights of out of control drinking and dancing until you were a panting mess

You tried everything to replace the high you got from going to raves, you screwed people when you were bored and you did drugs with your friends but nothing replaced how free you felt when you were partying

So you chased your high and went to any raves going, and consequently dragged your friends with you

They didn’t really feel as addicted to partying as you did, so when you came to them and pleaded with them to come with you to the latest sketchy rave you found

After enough begging they came with under the condition you wouldn’t stay there all night

You partied for hours and hours before a stranger offered you some pills in exchange for cash

You had a weird relationship with drugs, you weren’t addicted but you did find yourself craving the euphoria they brought

So you bought enough for all your friends and begged them to do them with you

Your friends wanted to refuse and claimed that they didn’t wanna get caught by security

You got mad and then desperate as you pleaded with them to just do the pills with you, too scared to go home and face what’s waiting for you and just wanting to keep the party going

You offered to show them underneath the DJ stage so they could all do the pills without getting caught

Your friends hesitantly agreed mostly because they didn’t want you to do anything stupid

So you went under the stage during the rave and took your pills, unaware that the last show of the night was about to play

The constant vibrations from the music had caused the stage to become more unstable as the night went one, and you were all stood directly underneath it as you did your drugs on the muddy ground

Your friends had tried to warn you, but you were too high and too focused on the music to listen

They started screaming when they saw the foundations begin to shake and cracks begin to form in the cheaply made stage

But you didn’t listen, did you?

The metal of the stage hit your friends before they hit you, trapping them to the ground and killing them quickly as the metal poles pierced their chests and faces

You were more unfortunate in that case, as the metal poles only incapacitated you as they they pierced the skin of you arm and pinned you to the ground

The rubble of the stage fell close to your face and scarred the sides of them as you bled heavily but you still were not put out your misery as you screamed from pure agony

The turn table came next as it fell directly on your chest and broke your ribs, you can still hear the crack of the bones late at night when you fool yourself into thinking you could sleep

But still it was not enough to kill you, as you cried out in pain and your friends blood from their dead bodies mixed with the mood beneath your body

It was like god was trying to punish you for your selfish actions, trying to show you what happens to stupid, selfish little girls who disobey the warnings of their mothers and hurt their friends

You saw a large metal sheet hand above your head at the very top of the stage, it’s razor sharp edge glinted in the moonlight tauntingly at you as you spat up your own blood

You could hear the people surrounding the stage scream out at the realisation of the damage that the collapse had caused

You looked at your dead friends as their lifeless eyes started back before looking back at the sheet of metal daringly

You thought about all the mistakes of your life, all the things you could have been and all the things you should have done

You thought about your friends families receiving the news that their children were dead, all because of you

“Do it” you dared the sheet with your mind before your daring turned into begging “do it please, I deserve it”

The sheet fell in a dramatic motion and the razor sharp edge removed your head from your body in seconds

You remember waking up in hell and being afraid, but the memories of your death made you know that you deserved to be here

You deserved all the bad things that would happen to you, that’s how you saw things

You rarely talked about your death out of shame and anger, but the Vs forced the truth out of you quickly

The topic became something they either used to mock you with or stayed away from out of concern that it would cause a breakdown where you would hurt yourself again

Your reasoning for allowing their behaviour became very clear to them after finding out about your gruesome death

You felt like you deserved every harsh word or cruel punishment, you felt like it wasn’t enough payback for your actions

They used this to their advantage as they reinforced the idea that yes, you did deserve it

And you knew you did deep down

But Charlie didn’t think so, and after she was told your story she’s more determined to have you redeemed then ever before

This is probably trash but I’m sick and here we are 🤷‍♀️

Tag list so far:

@lilyalone @repostingmyfavs @buttercupfangirl @fandomaddict505 @hazbinhotelxreader @perkypeony @idontreallyexistyet @sparkleyfishies @the-faceless-bride @corvid007 @ivebeenthearchersstuff

[heizlut]

Me & The Devil

alternative (dual yandere) version here

cw: non-con, dub-con, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, somnophilia, dacryphilia, yandere, DARK CONTENT

this fic is no joke when it comes to darker content, extreme trigger warning. read at your own risk

tags: yandere!dottore, fem!reader, mostly proofread but there still may be some minor errors here and there

word count: 4.5k this is the longest one i’ve written so far.

check out my masterlist here!

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Finally you have a chance to break free. The sound of your bare feet slap against the cold floor as you try to run for an exit. Your breathing is heavy, teary eyes full of hope thinking that today is the day you can finally escape him. Right before you can reach the exit, a large hand grips your arm tightly, causing you to stumble and fall to your hands and knees. You’re flipped over onto your back with him looming over you with a smirk on his face, “Going somewhere, my love?”. Dottore. How did this even start? When did it even start?

—

You were just a curious akademiya student. Many said you were too curious for your own good but you always brushed them off. You couldn’t help that you were so curious about the things that were forbidden to be researched. The more someone tells you not to do something, the more you want to just say ‘fuck it’ and do it anyways. It didn’t help when you found some curious files and notes left behind from a student named Zandik. After asking around and getting strange looks from others, you were about to give up on this Zandik guy. You bumped into something hard causing you to drop the notes and files you had found and you land hard on your ass. When you looked up, you saw a tall man with blue hair wearing a mask that hid his features.

He didn’t think anything of you at first until he saw what had scattered on the ground. With a smirk, he held out his hand to you, “I apologize. I must not have been paying attention to where I was going.” You grabbed his hand, trying not to wince at the pain from having landed so hard, “I should be the one to apologize. I’m the one who ran into you.” The man laughed it off and bent down to help you gather your papers which caused you to push him away.

Your reaction made him raise an eyebrow under his mask, “What? Do you have something to hide, little one?” You felt your face heat up at the accusation and the nickname. It felt like he could see right through you, “N-no.. It’s just-“ You sighed as you gathered your thoughts. “If you’d like, we could go somewhere else if you’d like to tell me about it?”, he offered with a smile that you couldn’t quite decipher. You nodded and gave a small smile in return, “It would be nice to have someone to share this with. Thank you.”

The man you learned was named Dottore. He listened to everything you explained with just a sly smirk on his face. The mask he wore made it hard for you to decipher his true feelings, but the fact that he had sat there and listened with some sort of intrigue to what you were saying made you feel like you were finally understood. He made no move to berate you for what you chose to have an interest in.

Little did you know that the files and notes you had found were all from him and his previous research from before he was expelled from the akademiya and changed his name. He was more than happy to entertain your curiosity. It shocked you when he offered his hand to you for the second time that day and asked if you would like to pursue your curiosities further with him as your mentor. You stared at him in surprise, then you took his hand. That’s where it all began.

—

At first, Dottore kept some distance from you. You didn’t mind as you were so caught up in finally being able to pursue your true interests. Little by little he began to cut you off from the rest of the world without you paying it any mind. It started with him offering for you to stay one night since it had gotten late. He said he worried about you going home alone in the dark. You naively accepted and soon it became a habit to stay with him after long days of researching and experimenting together. Dottore was good at hiding his true intentions and the dark things he was doing without your knowledge. You had no idea the other types of experiments he conducted. He was so careful to show you only what he wanted you to see.

Next he made an offhand comment about you just dropping out of the akademiya and studying under him full time. He had only said it when you came to his place after yet another tough day at the akademiya. You were going on and on about how you wish you could fully pursue your true interests without interference. After he made the comment about you just dropping out, you gawked at him for a few moments to which he smiled, “It’s all up to you. But just know… You’ll never reach your true potential if you’re trapped under the akademiya’s thumb.” You mulled over his words.

What he said was true. You just wanted your freedom. To do as you pleased without anyone getting in the way or giving you dirty looks or rejecting your proposals time and time again. “I can give you everything you need. All you need to do is say the word.”, is what he said as he watched the gears turn in your head. You looked up at him, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I’ll drop out. Just promise me that you’ll help me pursue what I want.”

The smile on his face grew. If you hadn’t been so naive to his real intentions, you would have noticed that his smile held insanity and obsession. He wanted you all to himself and he was finally getting closer to what he wanted.

—

Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. Dottore was everything to you whether you had realized it or not. You had fallen right into his trap. You had become dependent on him, cut off from the world around you. When was the last time you saw the sun or felt it warm your skin? You didn’t really seem to care. You had gotten incredibly far with your research all thanks to Dottore’s help. He gave you everything you needed. Everything you wanted. No questions asked. He never even asked for anything in return.

Now that began to bother you. You felt like you had to repay him in some way but whenever you brought it up, he would brush it off with a laugh and smile saying that seeing you happy with what you were accomplishing together was more than enough. You always failed to notice the way his gaze on you would change when your back was turned to him. The way it travelled down your body, taking in every inch of you, committing it to memory… It was dark and hungry…

You had reached up to grab a new test tube from a shelf you couldn’t quite reach when you suddenly felt hands touch your waist. A hard chest pressed against your back. Hot breath on your neck… “Let me get that for you.” You blush at the closeness. Dottore had never touched you like this. You didn’t see him as anything other than a mentor and a friend. He never made it known that he had felt anything different for you.

You didn’t know whether you liked his touch or closeness or if you wanted to push him away. You were frozen. Conflicted. You snap out of your thoughts when he let out a breathy laugh, the test tube held in front of your face, “Aren’t you going to take it?” You swallow hard and take the test tube from his hands, muttering your thanks.

His hands linger, moving down your body. You swear you could feel something hard poking your ass but you shake your head to push the thoughts away. There’s no way he thought of you like that. No way you thought of him like that. Sure he was handsome in his own strange way but you never really saw him this way. You turn around to move from his grasp only to be pushed further into the shelf, the spare glassware rattled from the impact.

Dottore’s sly smile. The dark look in his eyes. It made you shiver. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? Anything you want to share?”, he was taunting you. You just knew he was. You gently push him away to create distance and he lets you, letting out a small laugh, “You don’t have to tell me. Your face says it all.” Your eyes widen at his words and you quickly make your way back to your experiment table.

—

Nothing else happened for awhile after that. It bothered you. Did he really see you as something more than just someone he was mentoring? You feel yourself grow slick with arousal as you lay in your bed. You kept replaying the way he looked at you, the way he touched you… You let out an annoyed groan as you rub your thighs together to quell the aching need you were feeling. You couldn’t be thinking of him this way. You didn’t even know what your feelings were towards him, let alone his feelings towards you. You let yourself fall asleep, frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

He stood there over your sleeping form. His cock stirring to life and he rubbed himself through his pants at how innocent and soft you looked as you slept. You turned onto your back in your sleep, muttering his name. His eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself with even more pressure. You had said his name in your sleep.

You must be dreaming about him. Dottore lets out a soft groan of satisfaction. His sweet little student was thinking of him even in their sleep. He pulled his aching cock from his pants, pumping his length over your sleeping form.

Suddenly you let out a soft, breathy moan of his name, causing him to release all over your face with a choked groan of his own. He smirked as he kneeled down next to you, tucking himself back into his pants, and admiring how much prettier you looked with his cum splattered across your sweet face. He takes his finger, running it through his release. Once he gathered some on his finger he gently pressed it into your slightly parted mouth.

He hoped that you would wake up with the taste of his essence still on your tongue. Dottore removed his shirt and used it to gently wipe the remaining cum off your face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, little one.”

—

You woke up the next day with a strange taste in your mouth. You swallow a few times to get rid of the foreign taste which doesn’t help. You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit on your bed, your knees pressed tightly to your chest. Flashes of the dream you had the night before flutter through your mind. Images of Dottore touching you even more than he did that day in the lab against the shelves. Images of him kissing your neck and down your body…

The dream felt so real, you swear you could almost feel the lingering touch of his soft lips and calloused hands on your body. You faintly remember when the dream changed to him entering your room, jerking his cock over your body as he came on your face. The strange taste in your mouth comes to mind but you brush it off. It was all just a dream… right?

You let the water from the shower run down your body as you feel yourself starting to overthink everything that had to do with Dottore. He was just your mentor. You had to keep it that way or you may risk him finally kicking you out and leaving you on your own. The thoughts made you realize just how much he consumed your life little by little. You were in too deep to let it all fall apart just because you were confused by your feelings. You needed him.

—

A few days had gone by. Things seemed to have gone back to how they always used to be between you and Dottore. You felt like maybe you were just crazy for thinking he saw you as something more than just his student. Little did you know that Dottore was planning even more deep in his twisted mind. His careful image and manipulation guided you exactly where he wanted you. Dependent. Needing him. For everything. He wanted your thoughts to be on him. Only him.

As time went on, you noticed the little lingering touches he gave you. The way he would press himself against you. How close he would get, just inches from your face with that sly smile on his own mostly hidden face. It was driving you insane. You were so confused. Did you want him as more than a mentor to your forbidden research? No. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

You sat across from Dottore, pushing the food around your plate with your chopsticks, caught up in your own thoughts. He studied you curiously, wanting to pry into your mind, “Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything. I’ll listen.” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at him with a dazed expression, “What are we doing…” He tilts his head slightly at your words, “What do you mean by that? We are research partners. I am your mentor. Does that not satisfy you?” Your face heats up, “N-no.. I-I mean it does satisfy me. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to do all this-“

Before you could continue rambling he cuts you off, his palms pressed against the table as he leans over it. So close to you now… “Always so humble and sweet…” Dottore tucks a strand of your hair behind your hair and leans even closer, “Too bad I’m not satisfied.”

His words chill you to the bone. You’re frozen in place as he smirks, “Be mine. I can give you even more than what I give you now. After all… it’s only fair.. You owe me so much…” You push him away, quickly standing from your seat, “No.” He looks up at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes as a distorted smile creeps onto his face. He stands up, walking closer to you. Your heart is pounding, threatening to break free from the confines of your chest. “No?”, He laughs, but there is no humour in it. “You think you can tell me no?”

Dottore moves to caress your cheek, but you grip onto his wrist before he can. He huffs out a laugh, a crazed look in his eyes. He grabs both your wrists in one hand, pinning you to the wall, “You think you can stop me? You think I don’t know about the way you think about me? The sweet little dreams you have of me…” Your face pales. How did he know about the dreams…?

He now caresses your cheek with his free hand as if you were truly his lover all this time, “You’re easy to read, little one…” You try to squirm from his grasp only to make his smile grow wider, “You’re not going to leave me. Not now…” He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “Not ever.” He nips at your earlobe, pulling a gasp from your throat. You don’t want this. Maybe you do… Maybe he deserves it after all he’s done for you… No. No. Stop thinking like this. Suddenly you feel dizzy. Was it the way he had you pinned against the wall? How close he was? No. He had drugged your portion of the food. He smirks as your vision begins to fade to nothingness. “Mine.”

—

Your eyes slowly blink open. You move to stretch, only to find that your wrists have been cuffed to a metal bedpost. You look down and sigh in relief to see that you still had the clothes on that you had the night before. That was last night… right? Your heart jumps in your chest when Dottore appears in the room with a tray of food. “What’s going on? Please let me go, I promise I’ll do whatever you want”, you plead desperately. He just smiles and sets the tray down on the nightstand by the bed before sitting down on the bed. He reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, little one.”

A tear slips down your cheek as you turn from his gaze. He clicks his tongue as he gently wiped the tear away, “Now, now. There’s no need for tears. Haven’t I treated you so well? What is there to cry about?” His saccharine voice made your heart ache. You turn to face him again, looking at him with glassy eyes and bottom lip trembling. Dottore tilts his head as he studies your expression.

He admits to himself that the sight stirs something within him and the feeling was not sympathy. He reaches for the bowl of warm soup on the tray and scoops a small bit into the spoon and holds it to your lips, “Be careful now. It’s still a bit hot.” You look from the soup spoon to his eyes, then back down. You give in and part your lips slightly. Your obedience bringing a smile to his face as he feeds you the first spoonful, “Such a good girl.”

You sputter from the heat, the soup dribbles down your chin causing Dottore to click his tongue again in annoyance as he slams the bowl back down onto the tray, “What a waste.” His voice is sharp and it feels as though it cuts right through you. Before you can apologize and beg for another chance, he begins tearing open your shirt; buttons flying across the room. He cups one on your breasts as he looks into your frightened eyes, then he squeezes.

You can’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as a sick sense of pleasure washes over you. Dottore chuckles softly at your change in demeanor and begins pinching your pebbled nipple between his fingers, “See? You like it…” You shake your head in defiance but he quickly grabs your throat with his other hand, “Don’t try to deny it.” The hand toying with your breasts travels down to your thigh and one finger presses against your soaked panties.

Dottore smirks at you as he moves your panties to the side and presses down on your clit with his thumb, drawing a small whimper from you, “Your little cunt is so soaked, it’s just begging for me to claim it.” You can’t help the tears that slip down your cheeks. You feel so ashamed for enjoying his touch when you felt that you shouldn’t be. You feel like you’ve been used this whole time. Was his true goal to mentor you or did he just want your body…to make you his?

Dottore leans in and licks the tears from your cheek as he slips a finger into your wet cunt. A shiver racks your body from both actions, letting out a quiet moan. He begins pumping his finger in and out in a slow, torturous way as he watches your face twist in both pleasure and disgust. His voice is low and sultry as his hot breath tickles your face, “You’ve thought about me doing this to you before, haven’t you? What a sweet little student you are… Here I was trying to be your mentor and you were thinking filthy thoughts about me…” Dottore lets out a devious chuckle when he feels your walls clamp down on his finger.

“For someone who doesn’t want this, you seem to be enjoying yourself so far”, he teases. He adds a second finger and begins to pick up his pace; his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You try to hold back your moans but fail. It feels too good even though you’re trying so hard to hate it all. Dottore lets go of your throat and graos your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side. He licks a line up your neck then begins nibbling and sucking at your sensitive pulse point. He’s determined to leave his mark on your body to show you that you now belong to him and him alone.

The way his fingers pump in and out of you, his harsh kisses to your neck, and his thumb pressing and circling your clit bring you closer to orgasm, “G-gonna cum”, you mumble out as you moan. Dottore immediately stops what he’s doing, pulling his fingers away from your core and his lips away from your neck. More tears fall as you groan in dissatisfaction of having your orgasm completely ruined. He simply laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, “Oh I apologize~ Did I ruin your climax?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He was immensely satisfied by your reactions and the tears you continue to spill.

Dottore begins unbuttoning his own shirt as he stares down at you, “You cum when I say you can cum. Besides… You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.” His words alone make your eyes roll back and your walls clamp down around nothing. He discards his shirt and tugs his pants down just enough to free his long, girthy cock. He gives it a few pumps as you watch, completely mesmerized yet terrified at the same time. There was no way you could take his cock in your pussy.

Dottore smirks at your expression and leans down, positioning his cock to your entrance, “Don’t worry, my love~ I’ll make it fit.” You try to move away from him, but your handcuffed wrists and your position on the bed make it impossible. He leans forward, rubbing his aching cock against your soaked cunt, letting your arousal coat his length. You let out a small whine when the head of his dick catches against your clit, your hips move upwards on its own accord. Dottore raises an eyebrow under his mask as his lips curve up, “Oh? Looks like someone wants more.” He brings his lips to your ear and whispers, “Beg for it. Tell me you want my cock inside this pretty little pussy of yours.”

You feel your heart flutter, unsure if it’s from fear of what he’s asking you to do or if you truly wanted this. You shake your head slightly which angers him yet again. Dottore grips your jaw tightly, his lips inches from yours, “Say it.” You let out a broken cry and his grip tightens further, “P-please.. Put i-it in…” His demeanor shifts back to satisfaction, “Put what in~?” You let out a shaky breath, “Y-your c-cock.. Put your c-cock in my pussy, p-please.”

He releases your jaw and presses a kiss to your forehead, “There you go. That wasn’t so hard now was it~?” You sniffle and shake your head. Dottore caresses your cheek gently, “This might hurt.” Without another word, he pushes his thick length inside your tight walls. Your cry morphs into a moan when he hits that spongy spot inside you in just the right way. Tears spill down your cheeks yet again, the pain and pleasure of having him inside you was incredibly intense. Seeing your tears only turned him on even more.

Dottore begins thrusting deep and hard with reckless abandon. The way your gummy walls gripped his cock was intoxicating to him. He needed more. You struggle against your restraints, desperate to grab hold of him as he battered your insides. Heavy breaths mix with moans and grunts as you both begin to lose yourselves in this moment. You can’t deny the way his cock made you feel despite wanting to push him away in disgust. You were disgusted by him and even more disgusted by yourself for finding any ounce of pleasure from what was happening to you.

Dottore’s thrust start getting sloppy as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, “Cum with me. Cum on my cock.” His voice comes out ragged and breathy as sweat beads on his forehead. As much as you wish you could stop yourself, you find yourself coming undone all over his cock. Your walls clamp down on his length, milking his own orgasm as he spills his sticky seed in your pussy. Dottore’s cock throbs inside of you as you both ride out the intense orgasm.

“You’re mine now. You’re never going to leave me. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum each day you won’t ever be able to leave”, his dark words haunted you as he pulls his cock out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. He takes a moment to admire just how ruined you look and his lips curve into an uncharacteristically sweet smile, “Beautiful…” he mutters. Dottore gets up from the bed and opens the handcuffs. Your arms fall to your sides and you rub at the chaffed skin of your wrists. Dottore holds his hand out to you, “Come. Let’s clean you up.” You hesitantly take his hand and follow him on shaky legs to the bathroom where he takes his time bathing you and giving you such care it makes you dizzy.

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Weeks have gone by since the first time he forced himself on you. Not a day went by where he didn’t repeat his actions, making sure to stuff you so full of cum that it leaked from your sore pussy. This day in particular, although your wrists were cuffed yet again, Dottore didn’t cuff you to the bed. After he took care of you, he left you in the room alone. It took you a few minutes to realize that you weren’t attached to the bed. You get up from the bed and quietly make your way to the open bedroom door, peeking your head out to see if you could see or hear him.

You let out a breath and begin making your way down the hall as quietly as you possibly can. You didn’t know what he would do to you if he found you out of your room. Soon your eyes fall to a door further away that seems to have sunlight pouring out from under it. Your eyes well with tears and you no longer care about being stealthy.

Finally you have a chance to break free. The sound of your bare feet slap against the cold floor as you try to run for an exit. Your breathing is heavy, teary eyes full of hope thinking that today is the day you can finally escape him. Right before you can reach the exit, a large hand grips your arm tightly, causing you to stumble and fall to your hands and knees. You’re flipped over onto your back with him looming over you with a smirk on his face, “Going somewhere, my love?”

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a/n: honestly if you read this all the way through, i am sending a billion kisses to you through my phone. no i will not pay for your therapy, sorry

[carvedtits]

𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 | 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶

“but you say i won’t be here forever,

and you’ll wait as long as it takes…”

contains descriptions of gore !!

the wind whistles through the brittle trees, the barn doors shivering along with the animals inside. it was a cold fall, transitioning into an even colder winter. the crops lie shriveled and dried, intensely devoid of life.

“ma, i think we need to reinforce the barn. not much crops left, we can’t afford to lose cattle too,” the girl sighs, staring solemnly at the dilapidated red and white structure through the glass.

“better run along and ask the neighbors for some planks then, we’re all out,” the wrinkled woman waves the girl along, the fading wedding band tan line prominent on her calloused finger.

the girl exits her home, shrugging on her leather coat as she trudges out into the brisk woods. it was late in the day, the sun lacking the warmth she once carried across the fields.

trudging against the frigid wind made the distance between her home and the neighbors’ feel like an eternity, the thick shadows of the trees causing her to hug her own warmth closer. she avoids eye contact with the small wooden structure haphazardly placed in the ground, the constant reminder that this land would never be as it once was.

“what are you doin’ over here girl? it’s freezin’!”, mr. bouvier squints from his porch as the girl approaches.

“my ma sent me over to ask if you had any spare planks, sir. we ran out and our barn is in bad shape,” she shivers as she stills at the bottom of the steps.

“course i got some to spare for you, y/n. come inside first, get ya warmed up,” he waves her inside, a welcoming smile slightly blanketed by his greying mustache.

she hums, nodding frigidly as her boots clack against the thick wood. relief washes over her as he closes the door behind her, rustling clearly being heard from the dining room.

“we’re just gettin’ dinner started, you’re more than welcome to join us. matthew’s been talkin’ an awful lot about you,” he mutters with a grin as he guides her to the spacious kitchen.

a blush creeps on her face while she follows close behind as he navigates his way through the house. their home looked like a mansion in comparison to hers, an awful indication that they were just barely getting by without a stronger set of hands.

“you sure mrs. bouvier wont mind? i’d hate to take any food off your plate,” y/n smiles, the warmth emanating through the home heating her chilled bones.

“you’re welcome anytime, y/n. the wife loves you, thinks you’re a good influence on our matthew,” he winks as we enter the room.

“saw y/n outside when i was checking the mail, thought she’d just stay over for dinner,” he announces as he goes to take a seat at the table, flipping yesterdays newspaper open.

“how are you, y/n, dear? it’s been ages! how’s your mama?”, mrs. bouvier smiles brightly as she continues on the stove.

“she’s been okay,” she nods, “got a few new cattle in so we’re doin’ better.”

mrs. bouvier hums, nodding as she turns the burners off.

the girl notices an empty seat at the table, but before she can question it, as if right on queue, matthew walks into the room.

“hey, matt,” she waves shyly as he takes the seat beside her.

“been a while, y/n, how are you?”, matt asks, scooting closer to the table.

“i’ve been better, probably just the winter blues,” she mutters, quietly enough to go unnoticed by his parents, “you?”

“same here, been reading a lot. you like to read?”, he adjusts the utensils in front of him.

“‘m more into writing..mostly ‘cause i don’t have many books to read,” she chuckles sheepishly, fiddling with a loose thread on her overalls.

“i’ll lend you some of mine, i have a few i know you’ll like,” matt offers, interest piqued by her, once again.

“you sure? it’s cold out, you might get bored one day and want to read one of ‘em,” she says, a slight lilt in her voice.

“then i’ll come over and talk to you about it,” a handsome and inviting grin on his lips as mrs. bouvier begins distributing dinner.

“matthew will ride you back home, i threw in two stacks of hay for the cattle just in case. that there should be enough planks to keep everything nice and warm for ‘em,” mr. bouvier nods with a pat on the horses rear.

“thank you kindly, mr. bouvier. my mama’ll be awful gracious,” y/n nods, their breaths visible and mingling in the icy breeze.

“course, y/n. stop by to see us again soon, we love your company,” he pats her back before heading back to the house.

“get back quick, matthew! think there’s gonna be a storm!”, he hollers back.

“yes, sir!”, matt nods before turning his attention back to her.

“here, i’ll help you up,” he smiles, offering her his hand.

she hums, her cheeks warming up as she tucks her foot into the hook before kicking her other leg over.

“thanks,” she mutters, watching as he effortlessly climbs in front of her.

matt nods before grabbing the reins, leading them towards the woods once again. her arms shakily wrap around his waist as she leans her head against his back. he smells of pine and warmth, a fire in the midst of a blizzard. the kind of fuzzy feeling that revives the rot pooling in your belly and tugging at your heart strings.

“why haven’t i seen you in church?”, matt says over the howling wind, flurries starting to flutter around us.

“haven’t had a way of getting there,” she shrugs, a pang of guilt striking her as her fingers find the cross sitting snugly on her neck.

“your reins broken? we’ve got plent-“

“she passed,” y/n shakes her head, biting back the tremble in her lips as she cuts him off.

“oh…’m so sorry, y/n i- when? if you don’t mind my askin’”, he stiffens at the news, his spine straight as a pencil.

“about two months ago, broken leg. i had to shoot her, she was in so much pain…killed me to see her that way,” her grip on his waist loosens as they approach the dull building. there were no lights on inside, a lack of homeliness, of warmth.

they come to a halt, matt slowly climbs off, his boots hitting the dried leaves with a loud crunch. he silently helps her off, both of her hands in his as he guides her to his level. the moment her shoes hit the ground, his arms are wrapping securely around her figure. he brings her head into his chest, enveloping her in his heat.

“you okay?”, he mutters into her hair, her hands quivering as they find his back.

“she didn’t even help me bury her, matt,” she whimpers into his chest, a rapture of tears flooding her waterline at his concern.

he tightens his grip around her, leaving a gentle kiss on her head as she shakes in his grasp.

“i’m so sorry, bug,” matt cradles her, at a loss for words as she quietly sobs.

“stay the night. i’ll leave this inside the barn and you can ride back with me,” he mutters, gently stroking her hair.

“i don’t wanna impose i-“

“i want you there, y/n,” he shakes his head, leaving a kiss on her temple as he unravels himself from her before guiding the horse to the barn.

as silent as a mouse, she trails behind him, his footsteps leaving just barely visible marks in the damp, white ground. grunts leave his lips as he heaves the hay bales in a tucked away pile just beside the entry way.

“here..let me help,” she offers, a solemn grin on his face as she grabs one end of the pile, him at the other end as they fit the wood through the door like a puzzle piece.

the wind is fierce and unrelenting as they trudge back, the trees catching the buildup of white crystals.

“almost there, you okay?”, matt nearly screams over the angry precipitation.

“‘m alright,” she nods against his back, tucking her head into the thick material of his coat.

it’s a short, but rough ride before they finally tuck the horse back into the barn. their skin burns as the warm air from inside hits them, finally getting out of the harsh storm that was filtering in.

“come on, bug. let’s get you changed,” matt whispers, reaching for her hand as they tiptoe up the freshly refinished stairs.

once in his bedroom, y/n stands awkwardly at the now closed door, not quite sure what to do with herself. she watches matt’s arms stretch, his pale skin doing little to hide the prominent bulging veins as he reaches to grab a plain white shirt.

“here, should fit like a gown on ya,” he grins, sitting the shirt on his freshly made bed.

“thanks,” she says bashfully, looking up into his curious blue eyes.

for just a brief moment, time seems to stop. it was as if nothing mattered. not y/n’s mother, not the dying farm, or the maggots that had surely made a home out of her dear companion, nor the insatiable appetite that she’d grown to have.

matt had a way of bringing the better part of her out. she wasn’t so angry when he was around. that feeling of guilt that gnaws at her lungs, that’d left her gasping so many nights dwindling by the second, so long as his warmth surrounded her. he washed her filth away and reorganized her muddled organs.

“i’ll uh..i’ll leave you to it,” he clears his throat, respectfully turning to gently place his palm on the brass knob.

“wait!”, she says a little louder than she’d liked.

“s-stay..please? could you just…just turn around?”, she mutters, heat rushing to her cheeks as she looks away from his startled gaze.

“yeah…okay, i’ll change too then,” he nods with a small, reassuring smile.

she mutters a quiet ‘thank you’, turning away from him just as he does the same. in a very pure, innocent manner, they shed their clothing, taking extra care not to look in the others direction. it was quiet, sweet. like being in grade school and receiving a love letter from a “secret admirer,” it was a gentle gesture of admiration.

“let me know when you’re done,” she mutters, fiddling with her cuticles as she stands in his baggy shirt.

“done,” he clears his throat, slowly, cautiously turning around to face her.

matt bites back a small smile, her figure blanketed in the t-shirt that would now only be worn by her.

“i’ll sleep on the floor..you can have the bed,” he nods, walking over to his closet to grab a spare blanket.

y/n quietly walks toward him, gently grasping his forearm. as he turns to face her, she smiles bashfully, silently walking into him. she lies her head on his chest, listening to the life inside of him. the blood rushing through his veins, his heart beating so rhythmically, his lungs inflating before he exhales, and his ribs expanding with them.

his arms wrap securely around her body, a sudden need to shield her from something overcoming him as their hearts sync. quietly, he guides her to the bed, sitting himself down first before tugging her beside him. never leaving her grasp, he pulls the wool blanket over each of their bodies, taking extra care to navigate around her limbs.

matt pulls her closer, his warmth enveloping her completely.

“where’d you go all those weeks?”, he whispers into her hair, his thumb caressing her hip.

they sit in silence for a moment, y/n trying to come up with an answer, matt anxiously awaiting it.

“didn’t wanna bring you down with me,” she says, muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

“i’d drown in you and die happy, bug,” his eyebrows furrow, gently kissing her hair as he cradles her closer.

she tries so hard to bite back the quiet sob that stabs and claws at the back of her throat, but it comes spewing out. tears staining his skin as she tries to catch her breath.

“hey, talk to me. let me in,” matt mutters into her slightly damp skin, his lips being placed against her cheek as he moves down to her eye level.

“why are you so warm?”, she whispers, shaking her head as she looks at him with tear-filled eyes.

“god…you’re so warm and you make me want to be better. but i’m horrible, matt,” she sobs, breaking eye contact, “i’m terrible and you deserve better, but i’m selfish. i can’t stay away from you.”

he gently kisses her forehead, allowing her to continue.

“you’re so gentle…too gentle. too kind. it feels so strange, matt,” she whimpers, an urge to pull away, to run makes her head pound. she should leave.

“i feel filthy and undeserving and you make me believe in something beyond this place, this land…but i’m tethered to it and you’re not. you’ll leave me, one day…and i’ll grow old here..die here because there’s no place else that’ll have me. you’ll have a life and a family and a wife and you’ll forget about me,” she rambles, “and all i’ll have is that godforsaken house with my mothers ashes in it,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“i can get us away from here. we don’t ever have to come back…we can go upstate and i’ll-“

“matt,” she shakes her head, “you can’t, you-“

“no, i will,” he mutters, slightly frantic as he kisses her forehead, “i will. just give me until the spring! i’ll go make some extra money in town and save up and we can-“

y/n swiftly places her lips on his, muffling his choked back tears as she gently runs her fingers through his hair. swallowing each others sobs as they frantically grab onto one another, a feeble attempt at trying to preserve this moment, to save each other from inevitably drifting.

she trails kisses to his neck, his hands grasping at her shirt as he silently cries, her touch keeping him just slightly grounded. tears fall from her eyes as his scent infiltrates her senses, she’s drunk on him as she tries to get closer to him. she gently lifts his shirt up, briefly disconnecting her from his skin before she feverishly reattaches her lips to the skin of his chest and he’s so warm. he’s so full of life and so gentle and so soft and she’s so sorry.

“i’m sorry,” she whispers in a dazed state, her movements growing in aggression as she moves back up to his neck, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“i’m so sorry,” she sobs against his lips, their tears seeping into his pillow case as she tries to pull herself away, to save him. but it’s been so long and she’s so hungry and he’s all she’s ever needed.

and then there’s that rush. a giddiness, an insatiable hunger that’s been eating away at her the moment she saw him and she can’t hold it off anymore.

“i love you,” she whispers, the whites of his eyes now full of bulging veins, “i love you,” she repeats.

“i love you,” he kisses her lips so softly and with so much care that it shatters her heart to do what she’s about to do.

for just a brief moment, she pretends that things are better. that after this they’ll see each other everyday, talk for hours about his books, that they’ll save up, and carelessly run off. get married, have children, maybe a boy and a girl with his eyes instead of her dirt brown ones and she’ll get to cook him his favorite dinner and he’ll cradle her tightly one last time as they drift off together.

pine fills her senses as that warm feeling bubbles in her stomach, she lovingly caresses his soft skin. her lips leave his to trail just below his jawline, the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation causes her lips to latch onto his pulse point.

she mutters a last ‘i’m sorry,” tears stinging her eyes before she sinks her teeth into his skin. a choked groan leaves his lips as he gently caresses her hair, egging her on as she gets lost in him. his blood pools beneath them as she tugs chunks of flesh from his body.

this was it for her. as close as she could get to him.

the house is blanketed in silence, a loud squelching is all that can be heard as she consumes him. and she’s sobbing as she does so and he’s even warmer inside and his eyes grow heavy as she gnaws at the pink in between his ribs.

she knew, somewhere deep inside her muddled mind, that what she’d down was irreversible. that his parents would never know what exactly happened to their son. and it makes her sob louder because she didn’t mean to. and she only did it because she loved him too. their only son, carried away by her tidal wave, by her greed.

and by the time she’s done all that’s left is his once white shirt and his favorite striped pajama pants, now soaked entirely in his blood. she cries as she removes the shirt he gave her, slipping his shirt and pants on like a second skin. she pulls his boots on over her ankles before quietly walking toward the window. she tugs it open, the draft instantly blowing into the greying room as she climbs out of the window.

the drop to the ground knocked the wind out of her as she lands on her back. the wind is unforgiving and angry as she trudges through the woods. she goes deeper and deeper, further away from the crime scene where her lover once resided. she comes across the hidden lake, the one they’d spent so many days at, bathing in the sun together until nightfall. snowflakes have now piled up along her lash line and in her blood-slick hair.

she slips her feet into the freezing water, slowly submerging her body as her breath quickens. hypothermia begins to take over, her body going into a state of shock as she struggles to hold her breath. her lungs fill with murky ice water, garbled gasps leaving her mouth as her vision starts to blur. his face flashes in her mind as she begins to drift off, the cold turning into an irreversible numbness. she sees him smiling, blush running to the tips of his ears after their first kiss. and when he’d look at her with so much love and so many unspoken words that she’d bursted into tears. and he’s so concerned as he pulls her into his tight embrace, his warmth enveloping her entirely.

and as her throat restricts one last time, she can just barely hear his voice, the taste of him swirling around in her mouth with the earthy water as she returns to the land from which she came. and she found solace in knowing that they’d never be apart again.

𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧 taglist : @sirenedeslily

mimi speaks ❥ this is the first thing i’ve finished in months omg. i promise not everything is gonna be angst but ethel cain and bones and all are all i can think about rn so this is what ur getting. lysm ty for reading 💋

© carvedtits

[knightforflowers]

I have a lot of headcanons for Ethersea obv but one I’ve been thinking about for a long time (especially recently) is how prestige affects the bodies of the magic casters who utilise it. I looove stories where magic has interesting and substantial consequences for being used and Ethersea definitely scratches that itch in terms of the overuse of magic causing the literal apocalypse and what have you, and since prestige is a byproduct of Ethersea water which notably warps and changes things submerged into it I think it definitely has some side affects too.

I think prestige affects the body in a number of ways but most notably is how it affects the user’s eyes, due to how they glow whenever magic is being channeled. The first, most common, and least detrimental side affect is the user’s eyes becoming reflective to light like cats (or more thematically; certain deep sea creatures) (I drew a little thing illustrating this idea with Devo which you can find here :3). This is mostly a cosmetic change and is generally harmless, it typically manifests after two or three years of using prestige.

Long term use of prestige however, say ten-twenty or so years depending on the circumstances/level of usage, eventually leads to slow degradation of the users eyes entirely, causing a lot of magic users to get glasses or contacts in their later years, or even earlier depending on when they started utilising prestige and how much they use it. Of course this is something that is most commonly seen in the Parish/those connected to the Parish more than anyone else in Founder’s Wake, due to it being the main figurehead of magic use in the city. (My personal designs for Seldom and Guidance wear glasses because of this (ik Guidance has them canonically but still the thought is still there LOL) and my post-canon Devo has them too, my Orlean doesn’t but I think it’s bc he has contacts instead).

In more serious cases however, whether that be through continued long term use or incredibly frequent use of prestige, the user can eventually go entirely blind, which I think is something that happened occasionally in Hominine before the storm; a lot of long standing and incredibly high ranking cardinals/bishops/ect of the Benevolent Parish were likely blind because of this. Prestige caused blindness doesn’t stop people from being able to cast magic anymore of course, but it does make it significantly harder to channel. I think this blindness was never seen as something bad by the faith, and was probably viewed by most in the cloister as a great honour come at a great price— to be able to give one’s sight completely to Benevolence, and allow him to be their sole guiding light in the darkness. Something something blind devotion to your faith, ya know.

I also think this is the case bc lately I’ve been brainstorming abt more NPC designs that I hope to draw soon and I think Benevolence is also blind, which is where a lot of the Church’s symbology and feelings surrounding that stage in prestige use come from. I also like it in terms of a parallel to Koda, who is depicted mainly with eyes/being all seeing (through the use of the Biggest Baby and his influence over the Chaperones) so I think Benevolence being associated with blindness is a fun contrast.

Anyway thank u for indulging me and my headcanon if you got this far LOL I love weird magic shit that ties into worldbuilding 👍

[accio-victuuri]

fandom thoughts & are cpfs really gonna get banned from yibo related comment sections? 📝

i may regret publishing this cause it will, like it always does, attract the wrong sort but whatever. i don’t really care. for someone who has been here for a good number of years, i have really learned to pick my battles especially fandom-wise. i can tell you that every week, there will always be some kind of trouble going on with fans and you will be exhausted if you obsess over each one of them. i have said before that if there is anything that will drive me out of stanning the boys, it’s the toxic fandom — so that’s why i mostly steer clear. hence, having this small space for myself on tumblr.

the fandom disagreements, whether that’s within cpfs, so/o vs cpfs, so/o vs other so/os and we somehow get dragged is always gonna be there. and it’s not really unique to our fandom. the question tho is why you are here? is it to participate in fan wars or to consume content related to xz and wyb? is it to be famous and get followers? etc personally, i’m here for xz and wyb. the active fandom is a bonus. there are so many things i love about the cpf community, but my priority will always be xz and wyb + their career. i mostly get involved if the issue makes it on HS and if it’s to amplify something positive within the fandom.

lately, i’ve mildly spoke up about people accusing cpfs of buying likes cause it was all bs.

which leads us to the next topic of being banned..

i guess this is a “hot topic” in other platforms that love drama.

so for the past days, including weibo night, cpfs have been commenting en masse in comments section. for example, with yibo’s weibo night post and ybo’s recent post about bystander ep photos. what you will notice is the use of ❤️💛 💚 to highlight that we are cpfs. the same thing is done in xz & xzs post. the only reason why we are more visible in the top comments of yibo posts is because motos are disorganized. i said what i said. i see efforts for their coordination but cpfs are just more organized when it comes to doing likes and votes. xfx are so much better than us on this tho. they have lots of professional fans. omg i’m gonna get dragged for being a xfx lol but it’s the truth.

you must notice that the friction between cpfs and motos have been happening for a while now. going as far back as SDC 5 finals ( even before that actually ) and so on. this is why i’m not surprised that this stunt from cpfs triggered them again. ⚠️

the short answer is, no one is getting banned. what they can do tho, and that includes YBO is to report these comments as spam. and if you look at it, they do look like spam posts. if a user gets reported multiple times, then that is when the ban comes in. i don’t think they will be spending money on censoring certain emojis tho. i tried right now and you can still send it.

i have seen some conversations on wb among cpf, that the comments should not be like this. it should really be actual comments on what is being shared. that we should not include xz’s name or face. that’s what i like about the fandom, cause we can admit if we do something wrong or if we need to improve in some aspects. we don’t blame other people, which is what other fandoms love to do btw. it’s all they can do. lol.

and it doesn’t help that in yuehua’s recent post regarding yibo’s lawsuits, the top comment is about demanding to control the comments section of yibo related posts. so of course they will look into that. sadly, the group that the company will always appease are the solo fans. it is what it is.

so that’s basically what the issue is about.

i’m actually just observing at this point but it’s not where my focus is. i am personally excited about saturday and seeing captain yibo 💥 plus i have other interests and things happening irl. this is why i don’t get people who seem to only be in fandom to start fights or obsess over cpfs. can’t relate.

i’m not saying that we should ignore everything and pretend that things are perfect. the point is, do not obsess over every fandom drama. also, look at things from cpf side before so/os. people usually come to me, sending me things that so/os say and my question is why the hell are you reading their posts? why are you in there? let’s stay on our lane. they are so/os, of course they will be biased. and don’t expect me to be always up in arms about stuff like this. my energy for over reacting is primarily for cpns and not fandom wars & drama.

lastly, being a cpf is not for the glass hearted. if you are weak-willed, this is is not for you. or maybe it is and this is the fandom that will build you up. i hope more and more people will find that perfect balance in participating in this fandom. that we set and implement boundaries — i know it’s especially hard for the new ones — when you are bombarded with the negativity. it’s not all that. there is so much more positive things to gain in being a cpf if you know where to look 🫶🏼

[thatdeadaquarius]

When I’m playing genshin, I’m mostly listening to either Paternity Court, or Steve Wilkos. Imagine the characters hearing all of the stuff and being so scandalized by the results and comments. Or being genuinely disgusted and heartbroken for the victims in more serious cases. I can def see a good chunk of them being invested

I don’t think I’ve listened to those yet! I do occasionally get on a true crime binge listen, however the weirdest thing my characters have heard has gotta be Game Grumps episodes or compilations lol

What if i listened to every season of Buzzfeed Unsolved.

What would we do then my Genshin characters, my people, what then.

I saw someone else write about this true crime documentary thing but they described everyone being pretty terrified or disgusted by the podcasts

Which I definitely think some would be literally horrified lmao

But also I think a lot of them definitely would be invested-

I mean shit,

you're listening to your God and they just start playing this like uncomfortably detailed intricate crime case/murder report???

I would be so interested in what kind of person they were, and why they were listening to true crime stuff, 

so needless to say characters like Heizou and Yelan would definitely be into it, maybe Kujou Sara as well?

I can see Zhongli getting into it too and Raiden

I mean don't get me wrong plenty would be disturbed

like rest in peace Barbara 🙏

but like it would be fascinating to them too!!

cuz they don't know anything about our world so they could learn a lot about it thru listening to this stuff

tho it probably cause a lot of confusion whenever they hear things like phone or computer or car lol

you know stuff that hasn't been invented yet for them or there is no equivalent, but they

would deffo interrogate u about ur world when u get to Teyvat

♤

okay but on a more silly motherfucker note-

what if I was playing Game Grumps around them lol, would they be like oh my God our Creator has the best comedians or hilarious friends

like you know how a king has jesters? 😭

I feel like they would think that instead of a recording definitely, especially because most of these things are just people talking and not like, a speech or something

because audio recordings could exist for them, they would probably get it in concept, they do have Ley lines that do that afterall (and now Kameras)

♧

Omg,

oh no, would they think that you're getting these reports in person??  Or even like your SOLVING all these crimes?? 

esp bc I know myself and I tend to sometimes be talking to Genshin characters like,

"damn that's how he got arrested? How stupid he could've blah blah blah i sound like a hardened cop playing a gacha game lmao blah blah...."

it'd be so funny to see that one play out

when u get whisked away to teyvat and Heizou and Yelan are just:

"oh my God can you help us with all these cases we love your mind, or get your servants to help us?"

THEY WOULDNT EVEN BELIEVE U IF U TRIED TO BE LIKE "no no please ur the professionals idk wtf im doing guys-"

Heizou/Yelan: 🤨🤨

"likely story Most Honorable God, but we heard quite the fascinating theories just last week before u descended, hmmm...."

u cant win, 

honestly everyone would probably just assume ur not only the god who created/built teyvat but also have a domain in justice, comedy or honestly whatever u be playing all the time, including music, people would definitely think ur a music god too

esp if ur like me and u just turn on a cool Spotify playlist while u play sometimes, like they've probably never heard so many radically different genres songs, and so many back to back

(could definitely see a myth about u having an immortal inexhaustible musician band that has access to all the songs of the universe that u make them play for you, once again, would be hard to deny bc that's a pretty accurate description of spotify lol)

♡

srry abt my ✨️ass writing✨️ anon!!

I am getting to these old asks so late I hope u guys r alright with getting answered so late, ya boy has been busy 

Im busy partially bc i have a end of year art exhibition!

Basically at my university, if ur an art major, u have to have some of ur best work from ur time at university and display it in a Senior year art exhibition in the university's art museum! Its super cool! And stressful! :D!!

Anyway im so happy i have no object permanence bc everytime i open my drafts or my inbox, even the old asks :( , are  a new surprise every time :D lmao

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[apostaterevolutionary]

Okay so. There has been a huge resurgence of House MD recently here and I find this both fascinating and a bit whiplash-y because I have a very particular relationship with that show and there’s no way to explain it without outing myself for doing a very weird thing lmao but here we go

So I watched the show when it was airing and I liked it. I was never in a fandom for it cause I was a teenager for most of it, I was still figuring out my own sexuality and had no idea why I kept being drawn to shows where there’s really messy homoerotic relationship bait, and I just liked the show (and was extremely attached to Thirteen lmao). I knew some people who liked it too but in a more typical ‘this is a show I like’ way. I had no idea it had such a fandom following at all

And the second piece to this is I have struggled with insomnia my entire life (I probably have a circadian rhythm disorder), and the important part for this explanation is I can’t sleep in complete darkness or silence. So I watch something. But it has to be the right something - too interesting and I watch it and stay awake too long, too boring and I end up not being able to relax

So to fix this problem: I used a show I liked, but have seen a lot. I picked House MD and I’ve been doing it ever since because it works and has continued to work and I don’t want to lose sleep by messing with my system

The thing is, I started doing this in high school. My late teens. I’m now in my early 30s. I have been falling asleep to House for over a decade lmfao. I still like the show, but I’ve seen it so much that I know the plot and sometimes diagnosis in most episodes (there are a few I don’t watch, the emotional ones that are too much, and the ones last on the discs [yes I am still using the same dvds I bought over a decade ago, they still work great] I don’t see as often simply cause I’m usually asleep before then)

So to suddenly discover my nightly sleepy time show that I only ever knew a few people who liked and mostly watched with my mother back in the day actually has a massive fandom following (which I should have known lmfao like come on it’s absolutely ripe for it, I just never made the connection) that is suddenly active again feels a lot like a bunch of people just showed up in my bedroom and it’s so weird skskdjsk

[notallwonder]

thinking again about cme 17x06. as one does.

Spoilers.

I wasn't going to post because I wrote this in a sort of fugue state after staying up super late watching the ep over and over when it first dropped. but I like having a record of what I was thinking, such as it is.

Esp about the brief discussion of BAUgate, and how jj specifically says her beef is that emily wasn’t honest with “...us, with *me*”. emily’s “I am” is earnest, but she’s on a slightly different page than JJ cuz she follows that with “honestly, I want to quit”. Emily’s still drowning in her feelings about how the job is fucking her up, jj’s just over here trying to be real with her about their relationship. And it really sounds like there’s more to the “it’s about being honest with *me*” than just BAUgate. Like….is JJ wanting more honesty about whatever the fuck happened to them? It’s not a huge stretch. I love AJ Cook's performance. when I first got into the jemily of it all with cm I was very focused on Emily but as time has passed and I've watched and rewatched, it's become clearer that JJ a huge engine driving what makes jemily interesting to me.

I’ve seen folks theorize that Emily’s knowledge of BAUgate is what caused the perceived distance between her & JJ in s16, but I personally don’t fully buy into that. Emily became unit chief in 2017ish, and section chief presumably sometime in 2020-2022. It’s unclear when she was briefed on BAUgate. She tells Luke about it like it’s mostly a done deal she inherited the problem/information, the issue was apparently dealt with, and she made a judgment call about informing them. But as he pointed out, you know once it’s on the Internet it lives forever. She’s can't be naive about that. And I think she's glossing over it a bit to try to calm him down. We’ve been given no indication that Rossi had this info, though he probably knew broad strokes, and he was UC for some amount of time. My guess is she was briefed in detail on BAUgate when she became SC. So I guess BAUgate could be a component of s16 tension with JJ, especially insofar as this is a big unspoken thing that Emily has shouldered alone in order to shelter her team/friends, and is potentially emblematic of a larger pattern of Emily withholding information and not feeling free to be open with JJ as a friend because of her professional responsibilities. But I think if we take their distance seriously it has to go deeper than this one thing. Because the weirdness between them goes back further than evolution. It’s also in the way JJ chose to fuck off to New Orleans instead of taking over as UC as Emily planned. [where does this fit in the “we don’t quit” narrative that JJ spins?]. It’s in the way we don’t know exactly why JJ & Will decided to move back to Virginia. It’s in the way some awkwardness, resentment, isolation, hurt, whatever brewed between them during the pandemic years (and before!), and perhaps unspoken history made it difficult for them to be normal with one another on a personal level.

To me, the weirdness of their interactions in s16 is most egregious in the lack of direct comfort/interaction after JJ & Luke were blown up in the shipping container. And maybe a little in the fact that Emily so happily greeted Will, of all people, when they all returned from California (made me laugh so hard my god). But the relative stiffness of their interactions has been consistent since season 12/13, I think (thinking about the what ifs/if onlys convo). As though one or both of them were making an effort to be professional but not too personal, or keep it benign and surface level because dealing openly with whatever they had going on deep down would be too painful.

I’m so glad this convo happened in a more relaxed setting. They were going to have a talk at the office! it would have been more buttoned up, might have even played more into the underlying tension between them. It wouldn’t have been JJ trying to keep Emily from quitting. Could have been harder for Emily to really hear all of what JJ was saying to her, in that environment.

Speaking of all of what JJ was saying. !!!

I agree this is a confession of love. And it’s fucking beautiful. It’s JJ being vulnerable about how much Emily’s presence in her life means to her. JJ’s telling Emily that they are stronger than their predecessors in part *because they have been a source of strength for each other, for years.* Paris, the miscarriage, yes. And, and. JJ is and has always been so strong as an individual. But Emily was also JJ’s quiet strength in Georgia, the hospital waiting room, the stalking case, the bank robbery, in Reid & Penelope’s abduction, in East Allegheny. JJ saw and believed in Emily’s humanity - her hidden dreams - from early days. She pulled her through those bleak 7 months in exile. How many times has JJ taken the sting out of Emily's mood like she did on the jet in 11x19 Tribute? JJ is making herself a source of strength for Emily, right here in this conversation (*make* them fire you!, don’t just roll over). They have such a history of mutuality: of comradery, kindness, deep care, showing up. It’s not romantic in name but can easily be read that way. It’s *really* fucking romantic, even if it’s platonic. Do you know what I mean???????

I’m obsessed with AJ Cook’s choices throughout. OBSESSED.

The way JJ pauses for that moment after “it gives me you”, making steady eye contact, letting it really sink in. She got brave, and it landed. Then she kind of rolls her eyes at herself, maybe a little annoyed at the tears starting to come, maybe a little embarrassed that she’s letting this truth out into the world.

And the “Always.” Dropping eye contact, retreating from the moment a bit. A bit afraid to watch Emily’s reaction - but also she does very deliberately look directly at Emily again for a split second! That “Always” has carried a torch, for a very long time. That “Always” at least never admitted to Emily how much it hurt when she left. How much the distance has hurt.

~ I’ve been through hell in this job but it brought us together (I love you). You’ve kept me going through awful things (I love you). Of course I’ll support you whatever you decide (I love you). I’ll always support you even when you leave me (I love you). You’ve left me before and it hurt and it didn’t stop me from loving you (I love you). Please hang on; please stay; please come back to me (I love you, I love you, I love you). ~

*gentle screaming*

And, oh my god, Emily’s reactions. Emily had no idea this conversation was going to go where it did. Immediately defensive when JJ mentions Paris - she’s still in the part of the game where she’s protesting being convinced to stay, and Paris feels like a low blow. The way she crumples into “oh goddammit” when JJ brings up the miscarriage. Oh now it’s clear this is going deeper. Like, WHAT is the full story there??!! JJ was pregnant when she came to Emily’s rescue, right? So the attack and miscarriage happened while Emily was tucked away in Paris. We know JJ was Emily’s only(?) connection to her real life in that period, and here’s confirmation that Emily was a lifeline for JJ during that time as well, perhaps implying that she wasn’t confiding in her husband, at least not fully. You know how JJ tends to keep the hard things to herself, and she was forced to keep secrets for her safety and Emily’s safety. But she shared this with Emily. Maybe Emily had to push her (she “didn’t quit” on JJ), but they were already both in the dark, so to speak, so JJ could let herself lean on that support without bringing that darkness into her home life. Emily’s “goddammit” to me sounds like: memories of grief upon grief upon desperate isolation. Sounds like: I put those memories away and it took something out of me to do it. Sounds like: That was when their love for each other deepened, grew richer and more complex. That was when something more might have started to bloom between them, some doomed but lovely unnamed thing. And then it was locked away. And JJ has the audacity to acknowledge it? Now? Emily’s been spiraling about what’s the point of fighting this battle, when I feel like I’m losing myself? And JJ calls up the memory of this awful, bleak time when they both felt horrendously lost and they *got each other through it.* I mean. I MEAN

I love Emily’s shocked reaction as JJ’s confession lands. Either Emily’s feelings never breached the platonic barrier (not my interpretation!), or she put away the possibility years ago and did her damnedest to not look back. You can see her wheels turning, her uncertainty about what JJ’s revealed, her wanting to tread carefully. And when Rossi texts and she has to make a choice? JJ’s looking at her with those big blue eyes. Time to table the full depth of the moment. Sprinkle in a little bravado. The thing about being an adult is, you still have to go to all hands meetings while you’re having an earth shattering realization.

……..

Another thing about “it gives me you.” JJ has probably resigned herself to the fact that working at the BAU is the only way she gets to “have” this much of Emily. It’s part of why she came back from New Orleans, even if never acknowledged or articulated.

You know it’s a good scene when it makes me want to watch a bunch of other scenes. Even scenes I hate. Like…I want to revisit Reid talking Emily off the ledge, the truth or dare confession (loathsome!), the scene where Emily decides to stay on as UC in s12 (love this one). The Forever People (Mr Macbeth my beloved).

Honestly maybe JJ’s poly and she doesn’t know it, hasn’t let herself consider it. She’s evidently got a lot of love to give. And that needn’t be framed as some kind of betrayal of her vows or callous carelessness with her friend’s hearts, not to my mind. Plus, like, three cheers for letting your love for someone simply be what it is, however amorphous or uncategorizable, however little you can or want to act on it.

*******

Oh my god I’ve watched this scene over and over and over. I have total brain worms about it. I feel insane. I forgot to eat lunch and dinner

*******

Jennifer Jareau. This is AJ Cook’s season, it’s her show now. I am all the way in forever and ever

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when CME socials started posting Jemily stuff and AJ said “ultimate Jemily moment” and Paget lightly teased……I just laughed. Like, okay, sure, ancient CBS procedural. Sure, my little carousel of disappointments. Sure. LOL. After all these years, they are not going to go there, and I wouldn’t even want them to.

I did not in a million years expect them to crack open the door like this. I still don’t think they’re going to break up JJ & Will. I am not expecting a Jemily kiss. But after this episode - the pathway to such a thing is clearer than it was. And now I think if they did choose to go there, they could maybe (maybe!!) even do it well. Shocking development. Has a lot to do with AJ's performance tbh. The writing is fine, despite the way it seems to twist the facts of canon around bts reality. But she's the one laying JJ's heart bare.

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If this is it, the full extent of JJ’s and Emily’s scenes together this season (which would be weird!), I will still walk away with warm feelings. I’m honestly feeling so grateful for the way this episode gave them room to honor the history of these characters.

Grab your keys. Let’s fuckin’ roll.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Hey there!

I wanted to post that for a while so, here we are.

Wondering who’s behind this blog?

Here’s something about me under the cut:

• I identify as a woman, my pronouns are she/her

• Born and raised in Italy, I still live there.

• I’m 141 LOL but according to people I still look like I’m in my 30s so let me indulge in that, thank you very much.

• I don't think there's anyone who makes me more feral than Joel Miller. I just can’t help it. My (un)holy Pedro characters triad is Joel, Oberyn and Pe��a 💕 (immediately followed by Frankie)

• I have a little elephant pendant that I always wear, no one knows what it's about *wink*

• I’m Leo Sun, Libra Rising and Aries Moon. You scared? I promise I don’t bite, unless explicitly requested 😏

• I’m Bi/Pan as fuck, always been obviously but I realized only last year. LOL, better late than never i guess. I only have problems with cisgender straight white males because I mean… they’re the worst, okay, I don’t make the rules.

• Single, unmarried, not interested in having kids even a little bit, I prefer to be the cool auntie.

• I love cooking and I'm quite good at it, I had good genes from my Italian grandmas 😌

• I can’t function without coffee, especially in the morning. I take my coffee bitter with just a little bit of milk.

• I can’t stand lies, the phrase “oh I didn't tell you so as not to make you suffer” (UGH, no you didn’t tell me ‘cause you’re a fucking coward and that’s it, my friend), misogyny, racism, fascism, homophobia, bi-erasure, any other form of verbal or physical violence towards LGBTQIA+ people, injustice in general, if you are any of the above you are not welcome here or in my life.

• I love dogs. I have a poodle named Brienne after the GOT character, she’s 5 years old so that means she got me through pandemic and she’s my love and joy. Isn’t she adorable? Yes, she is.

• I’m unfortunately allergic to cats (yep, like Pedro) and can’t pet them unless I wish for an asthma attack. That sucks, I know.

• I have deep brown curly hair, brown eyes and I’m short (158 cm).

• I have a lot of freckles, you could go on a treasure hunt following them.

• I’ve been to more than 100 concerts in my life including some festivals abroad.

• I currently listen to Hozier and Chappell Roan on a daily basis. I also love Billie Eilish, used to be a big Muse fan (listen, their first albums were great, okay) plus I’m a sucker for ‘90/‘00 music ‘cause that’s the music I grew up with.

• I love beer more than wine.

• I love reading, I used to read all the time, I have less time to do it now and it bothers me so much. I’m still reading fanfiction though. 🤭

• I’m a sucker for True Crime Podcasts, I only listen to Italian ones for now so unless you’re Italian you don’t know my faves and it’s a pity ‘cause they’re really good.

• Cults scare the shit out of me but at the same time they’re one of the things that makes me more curious ‘cause my mind can’t really comprehend what happens in people’s mind when they get sucked into them.

• Some tv series I love in no particular order: The Last of Us, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Lost, The Handmaid’s Tale, Bojack Horseman, GOT (until seasons 7 & 8 happened 💀), Sense 8, Jane the Virgin, Grace and Frankie, Narcos, Only Murders in the building, The Bear, Succession, The Morning Show, Friends, Stranger Things (mostly because Jim Hopper is there, certainly not for those z*onists, you know), Mad Men, Gilmore Girls (Luke Danes *cough*), Mindhunter, Peaky Blinders (huge Tommy Shelby’s slut, don’t look at me like that, okay), My Brilliant Friend, The Affair, Black Mirror (until last seasons happened but it used to be one of the greatest things ever), The Walking Dead (got bored halfway through season 9, I recently started a rewatch and I hope to get to the very end of it lol), Fleabag, Normal People, When They See Us, Hill House, Bly Manor, Midnight Mass, Chernobyl.

• Films I love in no particular order: Parasite, Aftersun, Past Lives, All of Us Strangers, Brokeback Mountain, Almost Famous, The Goonies, Stand By Me, The Breakfast Club, The Killing of a Sacred Deer, The Lobster, The Neon Demon, Midsommar, One Day, When Harry Met Sally, There’s still tomorrow, Strange Way of Life, Prospect, The Banshess of Inisherin, Coco, The Emperor’s New Groove (so underrated), Mommy, The Virgin Suicides, Girls Interrupted, Saltburn, Promising Young Woman, Little Women (1994), Gone Girl, Shoplifters, Bin-Jip 3 Iron, Love Me If You Dare, The Piano, Fried Green Tomatoes, Notorious, Some like it Hot, Rear Window and you can ask for my Letterboxd account for more.

• Bad weather makes me sad and melancholy.

• I obviously love Italian cuisine with all my heart but I also love to try new dishes especially when I’m abroad. I love chocolate and I have a sweet tooth in general but there’s nothing I crave more than good carbs (I can be happy with a slice of good bread or focaccia). I love spicy food but I can't handle it when it’s very very spicy.

• I love bags, I have so many bags and I still want more lol

• When I was a kid I wanted to be a writer or a journalist. What do I do now? I’m a secretary LOL (I also have a second job not related to writing as well)

• As a friend, I’m loyal to the bone, I could do anything for you if I love you. If you betray me real bad though don’t expect a second chance, I mean I could try but I know i can’t ‘cause you’re changed forever in my eyes.

• I have so many kinks, you can ask if you want to know, okay. Also, so many authors here are responsible for giving me new ones. I love you deeply.

If you want to know more my asks and dm are open!

Here’s a little bit of me, byeeeee.

[maikissed]

sweet feelings

Richarlison x reader

Hi, hello. Soooo I’ve written something and wanted to share. Maybe it will come to your liking. I write stuff from time to time but mostly in my mother language and english is not my first language so I'm very sorry for any misspelling and mistakes in my grammar :( I am a huge football fan and sometimes I just get inspired by those talented boys.

This one is for one of my favourite Brasilians. Hope it'll reach some audience. Let me know what you think and if you'd like a Part 2 ;)

warning: it's a bit smuttish, aaaaand i've never wrote a smut so I'm sorry for poor writing as well. friends to lovers trope bcuz i'm kinda a sucker for that :|

After the ceremony of The Best FIFA Football Awards, you and Richarlison both came back to your hotel around 2 am. You were feeling slightly tipsy, due to the few sweet and sour drinks you’ve had at the gala, so you kept smiling at your friend trying to convince him to carry you to your shared room.

„Now you’re just being whiny" he commented after letting you first into the lift.

Your legs were killing you after wearing high heels all night. You’d take them off right this moment if it weren’t for the lack of energy to actually bend down.

You sighed.

 „Are you dissapointed?”

„No, why would I be?” Richy answered looking in your direction.

„You were very excited about this ceremony. But it was nice of you to congratulate the winner"

You sent him a warm smile.

„It was a fun time anyway. Paris is pretty” he shrugged.

After entering the room you sat on the sofa right away, feeling tired. It was so calm, warm and quiet inside, the only sounds were coming from the outside, an urban tumult caused by passing cars and honks or police sirens. But it was just a distant noise that actually made you feel a bit more relaxed. Your dress started to feel too tight.

Richarlison sat on a little table that was right infront of you and took your left foot to place it on his knee. You smiled softly seeing him unfasten the clasp at your high heel sandals. Your thigh visibly bare due to the slit dress you were wearing.

„Are you upset that I didn’t join you on the carpet?” you asked before he took off your shoe completely and placed it gently next to the sofa.

You two weren’t a couple. You’ve known each other for almost 3 years now and have been spending a lot of time together lately. The moment you met something just clicked between you two and after some time you started to run into each other more often. In the second half of 2019 you were assigned to work in London and Liverpool, and since your work was associated with sports environment, football in general, you kept seeing him more during football matches or other sport events. At the time you met, Richarlison was in a relationship and you were too busy for any love interests. It was very casual in the begging until it wasn’t. For you at least. You were quite a distant person, always gatekeeping your emotions from showing too easily, your friends always said that you often come off as cold or blase even. It’s quite funny because you feel like you were the most sensitive and fragile person that could ever walk this earth and anyone could notice this if they’ve ever put more effort into it. There were times when you felt like Richarlison could actually read into you efforlessly and this relationship between you two have started to grow into something more tender. But it wasn’t love – rather lukewarm friendship.

You didn’t actually discuss the matter. You were convinced that showing up at the ceremony, with Richarlison holding you on his arm, will cause a fuss and gossips about you two being together will start to spread. Which wasn’t true. You weren’t a couple. Anyway you just couldn’t shake off the feeling that something have truly upset him tonight.

„No I am not, you had things to do. Besides… we agreed on that" he just shrugged being sure that you know what he was referring to.

After taking both of your shoes off he stood up and took his jacket off, hanging it over the sofa backrest and sat next to you.

He looked very handsome in the white shirt and black tie, you don’t get to see him dressed like that often. You enjoyed this look on him, however you didn’t get to tell him this openly, despite the fact that he’s been complimenting you at any chance he’s got. That was one of the main differences between you two, you generally were too nervous about this type of disclosure, when he in fact was immensely open and have never found it difficult to speak out whatever he truly wanted to say. You’ve always thought of him as of free spirit.

You rested your arm on the sofa to face him comfortably.

„Then what is it?” you asked.

He sat the same way like you and smiled gently.

„Nothing much” Richy wiped his face with his palm „I just feel helpless lately. Had my moment at the world cup and that’s it”

„You’re being too harsh on yourself”

„But it’s true. I feel like i’m not giving enough” he shook his head avoiding eye contact.

„It’ll pass” you whispered appreciating his vulnerability „Give yourself some time. You still have that great potencial in you”.

He hummed sending you a warm smile and started to untie the tie he was wearing.

„You look beatiful today” he added shortly, looking straight into your eyes.

Another moment when you felt that he could actually dig in right into your heart and soul. You let out a shaky breath. He truly said it for like the third time tonight.

„Let me” you just said leaning in to untie his tie for him.

The moment you got closer you felt the scent of his cologne, it was your favourite. After you told him that you like the perfume, he started to use it frequently because, as he said, he always trusts your judgement.

You were being very gentle with him. After slowly taking off his tie you undid two buttons of his shirt. You were focused on the task before you momentarily felt his heavy gaze on you. You took the risk and looked up, he had that smug grin on, almost made you roll your eyes. But mostly you started to feel really hot and dizzy. Maybe it was still the alcohol in your system or maybe he just got that effect on you. You finally had to stop lying to yourself, you were attracted to him. With any other guy it would be ten times easier. He was making you so so nervous recently, it was almost ridiculous.

You moved away from him and stood up, honestly not giving too much thought about what you were planning to do next. Something just pushed you to give in and risk a chance to show him how you truly felt about him.

„Come” you reached out both of your hands to him.

He grabbed your hands without tardiness and stood up as well, visibly towering over you. So you started to slowly walk backwards in the direction of the bed. He kept holding your hands, and you kept the eye contact. You were wondering if he knew what you truly wanted right now. Did you even know?

You stoped in your tracks and bit your lower lip before lifting your hands up to undo the rest of the shirt buttons. Richarlison said nothing, but you were almost sure that he could hear your beating heart.

„If you want me to stop right this moment, just tell me” you said sounding more confident than you really felt.

He brushed some of your locks back with his hand, exposing your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up.

„Please, continue” he murmured lowly looking intrigued.

After unbuttoning the shirt at the wrists you used your fingers to delicately slip it off his broad shoulders. It fell easily, and you were considering your next move. You began to worry that once you expose yourself to him like that, it would change a lot between you two. But you wanted him, like you have never had before, and it was starting to consume you.

You reached for the zipper of your tight black dress and noticed him looking briefly at your cleavage. His maroon iris were darkening and it caused shivers to run down your spine. You sent him a feisty grin before removing the dress straps and slowly letting the dress to fall off your body. Now you stood bare infront of him, wearing only lace thong. You heard him intake a sharp breath and stepped closer, throwing your hands over his shoulders. Your chests touched, he was warm and yet you shivered. His hand were immediatly at your hips, gripping lightly and you reveled in the feeling of his hard body pressed against your softest places.

„Can I kiss you?” you asked quietly feeling his chest rise and fall.

Now your heart was pouding mercilessly. You haven’t done much yet, however your body was almost trembling owing to how aroused you began to feel.

He didn’t answer, simply leaned in and connected your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss. He hummed lowly and his hands started to travel across your sides and back. You deepened the kiss and gasped feeling him gripping your ass cheeks. He took advantage of that, putting his tongue inside your mouth. The moment was so sweet but also exciting, it made you moan uncontrollably. You felt a clench and slowly building tingling between your legs, making you squeeze your legs together which elicited another moan from you. He then leaned back, you both were breathing faster. He looked almost etheral, with his lips slightly open, cheeks reddened and foggy eyes. Your pretty boy.

„I’ve been imagining this so many times” he breathed „You have no idea of the affect you have on me. Are you sure you want this?”

You couldn’t find words after his confession, feeling your throat tightening, so you just nodded silently and reached for the zipper of his pants. The garment fell to the ground.

„Minha linda” he said grabing your chin to make you look at him.

You smiled at the comment said in Portuguese and rolled your eyes feeling intimidated.

„Shut up” now you were back at your casual bickering.

Richarlison grinned smugly and licked his lips before bringing them to your neck. You put your hands on the back of his head, playing with his short hair, your lids closed. One of his hands traveled up your thigh and rested gently at the apex of your legs. It was delicate but abrupt and your lower body jolted forward. You heard him groan against your throat and he used his fingers to rub circles over your covered pussy.

„Oh” you whined in a high tone.

You always thought that if it ever came to this moment, you would be a little flustered and maybe unsure, because he was your best friend, and at the same time he made you feel like no other man before. But right now he was making you react to all this like an unexperienced little girl and it was so overwhelming.

„So delicate and responsive”

Of course he had to be cheeky during a moment like this. Almost made you want to slap him but you just started to grind against his palm. That’s how weak you were right now. And you were enjoying this, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with you.

You whimpered.

„Tell me what you want” he said.

„I…” your ragged breathing made you cut the sentence „want you to fuck me Richy"

[rotiaftermath]

can i request jo & brick? their rivalry is so fun

That post was mostly to gauge interest however. This does answer my question and you’re right it is fun so here we go

The day’s challenge was over, so Jo did the same thing she always did after a challenge: go for an afternoon run. It was one of her favorite parts of the day, actually, but today she sped away more agitated than usual. The challenge sucked, some stupid fashion bullshit followed by some rescue mission that, admittedly, was more her style.

Until stupid Mike (Chester? She didn’t keep track of his dumb characters. Except Svetlana. She actually kind of liked that one) gave her that god awful makeup job. Jokes on her for wanting to feel pretty, she guessed. She clenched her fists and ran faster, eager to get her mind off of it. But that wasn’t the only reason for her distress.

“Good afternoon, Jo!” Brick gave her a salute as she slowed down to meet him.

“At ease, corporal pants wetter,” Jo replied, smirking when he complied, “ready for me to beat you again?”

Brick grinned, “I think you’ll be surprised, ma’am. I’ve been closing the gap between us lately.”

Jo rolled her eyes, playfully, “I’d like to see you try.”

Brick raised a brow — or half his unibrow, rather, “Isn’t that why we’re having a race?”

“Ha! Fair enough!” Jo guffawed, getting into a starting position, “But get ready to eat my dust!”

Brick followed suit, smirking, “Not if you eat mine, first.” He glanced at her, “Ready?”

Jo took off without another word, Brick right behind her. They ran around the camp, through the trees and back again, making laps around the area without going too far into the mutant filled forest. Jo had gotten a good start on Brick, creating and widening the gap between them for the first lap, but with each subsequent lap Brick was managing to catch up, slowly but steadily closing it as they continued to race. They were neck and neck as they rounded the last curve, Jo gritting her teeth and Brick furrowing his brow in determination as they did one final kick to the finish. In the end the one who made it back first was…

Jo cackled as she stepped back into camp just a second before Brick did. “I win!” She said, between pants, “you’re still… a hundred years… too early… to beat me.”

Brick put his hands on his knees as he entered after her, “You sure… did… but I… got close.” He stood up as he finished catching his breath, holding his hand out, “It was a good race, Jo.”

Jo rolled her eyes, but shook his hand, anyway. It could be the last time, after all. “Yeah, yeah. Nice racing you one last time.”

Brick frowned, “What do you mean?”

Jo frowned, “Aren’t you scared of getting voted out?”

Brick chuckled, “Actually, I think I’m safe. Scott and Lightning were talking about voting for Sam, and I agreed.”

Jo blinked, “Oh. Huh.” Apparently she completely misread that situation. But she couldn’t deny feeling relieved that Brick would still be in the game. Not that she’d admit it out loud.

Brick nodded, “Sam performed admirably during the challenge, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. It was also his advice that caused the Sasquatchanawka to kidnap Lindsay to begin with.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “Although I was the one who ultimately chose the clothing, so I can’t deny there’s still a possibility of me going out.”

Jo frowned, “Just stick to the plan. They’d have to be idiots to vote you out.”

Brick frowned, “I guess. Wait...” He looked at Jo, unable to stop himself from smiling, “Were you… worried about me?”

Jo scoffed, “No. I just didn’t want to lose a rival. Who else would I compete against? Lightning?”

Brick smiled at her, “Well, you don’t need to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere until I beat you.”

Jo smirked, “Then I guess you’re staying for a long time.”

[iliveinyourceiling65]

I just realized that I’ve been on tumblr for nearly a year, but I still don’t have an intro post, so I decided to make one! I know it’s a little late, but here’s some info about me:

You can call me G or Ceiling :) My pronouns are she/her! I’m a minor I made this account to talk about a lot of the stuff I’m interested in so I could stop bothering my friends (it didn’t work-). I’m very very VERY socially anxious I’m also very socially awkward I love talking to people, so feel free to send me asks/dm me or anything if you want! (I’m sorry again if I come off as rude/ awkward during a conversation- I promise I’m not doing it intentionally 😭) So uh anyways…

I’m gonna put my fandoms here, cause I think that’s what you’re supposed to do in an intro post?

The Grishaverse (but mainly Six of Crows)

Riordanverse (I’ve read everything up to the end of ToA, and I don’t rly plan to read beyond that at this point tbh)

The Inheritance Games

The Cruel Prince

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

Keeper of the Lost Cities

The Lunar Chronicles (Been a while since I read them though)

Ride the Cyclone

Newsies

There’s probably more fandoms, but those are all of the ones I can think of off of the top of my head. I mostly post incorrect quotes and other stuff. I can’t rly think of anything else to say, so… this is my pinned post for now :)

[anthurak]

So I’ve been thinking lately about how Blitzo and Moxxie both have abusive fathers and clearly a LOT of personal baggage and childhood trauma thanks to those fathers. And that’s led me to a certain hunch:

I think Blitzo and Moxxie having both suffered under abusive fathers is going to wind up being a significant dramatic point. Specifically, in that there is going to be a deliberate thematic contrast in how Blitzo and Moxxie DEAL with their respective childhood trauma relating to their fathers.

To begin, from what we’ve seen of them, I think we can already see the clear similarities in Blitzo’s and Moxxie’s childhood trauma and abuse at the hands of their respective fathers, but also a few notable differences:

For one, I think we can all agree that for as shitty a father as Cash Buckzo is, Crimson manages to somehow be even worse. Specifically, through the respective forms of their abuse: From what we saw of him in The Circus, Buckzo’s abuse of his son seems to have been mostly in neglect and constant belittlement. Buckzo saw his son as having very little worth compared to Fizzerolli, and likely Barbie Wire, and seems to have basically wrote him off as a lost cause. By contrast, while Crimson is also highly belittling of Moxxie, he was also far more active in controlling and manipulating his son’s life. Seeking to mold Moxxie into whatever he needed him for.

Now where this gets interesting is when we look at how Moxxie is dealing with his childhood baggage, and how that could very possibly contrast with Blitzo. Because despite how terrible his childhood clearly was, we can also see that Moxxie is actually making some pretty big strides in dealing with his childhood trauma. Most notably, it seems that by Exes and Oohs that Moxxie has made a clear and decisive break away from Crimson, physically and emotionally. By the end of the episode, we see Moxxie full on reject his father, holding him responsible for all the terrible things he did, and showing that Crimson has NO control over him emotionally anymore.

I mean, given Moxxie’s ultimatum to Crimson, I think going forward that Moxxie is fully prepared, physically and psychologically, to outright KILL his father if Crimson were to come after him or Millie (and maybe Blitzo) again (more on that possibility later…)

Flipping over to Blitzo, this is admittedly a bit of a guess on my part given how Blitzo has only mentioned his father in the present barely more than once. But considering Blitzo’s track record of desperately trying to repress and avoid his past trauma and guilt, I think it’s a safe bet that unlike Moxxie, Blitzo has NOT dealt with any of his trauma and baggage related to his father at all. Like if asked about his father, I imagine Blitzo would brush it off with some quick, casual response like ‘Yeah, he was an asshole. Moving on…’ that clearly represents Blitzo wanting to AVOID this train of thought as much as he can.

And when we put these two points together, we get a clear contrast and foil between Blitzo and Moxxie. Where the latter is confronting and processing the trauma and abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, while the former simply ISN’T. A contrast that would certainly become very significant when or if Blitzo has to confront his own father in the present sometime in the future.

Now I say ‘if’ specifically because there is one particular theory I’ve had for a while about how messed up Blitzo’s past might really be…

See, it’s pretty clear at this point that Blitzo did something VERY bad to his family in the past, something that has made both Fizzerolli and Barbie Wire absolutely HATE him in the present. And I’m fairly certain that THIS is the thing that Blitzo has been emotionally and psychologically on the run from ever since, trying his hardest to repress the trauma and guilt this event created for him.

So what might this be?

Well, what if Blitzo accidentally killed his parents? An act which also maimed Fizzerolli and deeply traumatized Barbie?

Now I stress the accidentally part, because that is a key aspect of both Blitzo’s crippling guilt and trauma, as well as how this acts as foil to Moxxie. See, what if in contrast to Moxxie’s initially meek and browbeaten relationship with Crimson prior to leaving the family, Bltizo grew to hate Cash in his teenage and young-adult years, though not in a way that would allow Blitzo to really come to terms with all the abuse his father inflicted on him. So what if at some point into his late-teens/early-twenties, Blitzo decided he was going to get back at his father? Blitzo would come up with a scheme which would ruin Cash, and possibly the circus he was so fixated on, something that would hurt his father forever.

A scheme which would go HORRIBLY wrong. A scheme which would wind up doing far more damage than Blitzo ever wanted. A scheme which would wind not only killing Blitzo’s father, but even his mother as well, not to mention maiming his closest childhood friend.

Imagine if Blitzo was planning on simply burning down the circus when no-one was present as a final, spiteful ‘fuck you’ to his father. Only to be caught by his family inside as he’s about the set the fire. And in an ensuing argument/fight, the tent is set ablaze. Despite suffering burns on his face, Blitzo is able to escape with a horrifically burned and maimed Fizzerolli, but his parents are not so lucky. Leaving Blitzo forced to watch or perhaps simply listen to his father and mother burn to death in a blaze that HE started.

THAT is what Blitzo could be on the run from this whole time. What he’s been trying to bury all this time. It could be why he’s so desperate for emotional intimacy (to get back the family he lost) yet is so terrified of opening up to people (crippling guilt). It could also by why Blitzo seems incapable of acknowledging how he has hurt the people close to him; because admitting any of that would almost certainly require Blitzo to face the reality of the truly horrific mistakes he made.

Going back to the point I started with, this is where Moxxie can really serve as a foil to Blitzo in how the two have dealt with and are dealing with their respective abusive fathers. In that whereas Moxxie has been able to fully process what his father did to him, recognize that it IS Crimson’s fault and not his own and make a clear and decisive break away from his father, Blitzo never got the opportunity to do any of that.

And going forward, Crimson’s further role in the show could playing into this foil into a very interesting fashion. After the ending of ‘Ex’s and Ohs’, I think we can all agree we haven’t seen the last of Crimson, and that he’ll be coming after his son and I.M.P. as a whole at some point. And I think it’s very easy to see this story beat ending with Moxxie outright KILLING his father.

Not by accident either. Imagine a beaten and injured but still alive Crimson being held at gunpoint by Moxxie. True to his character, Crimson rails against Moxxie, calling his son weak and how he knows he doesn’t have the guts to kill him. Only Crimson only barely gets a few words out before Moxxie pulls the trigger and puts a bullet through his father’s head.

For Moxxie, I think killing his father will be framed as a good thing. An act of liberation. By killing Crimson, Moxxie is truly FREE of his father and finally able to move on with the life he really wants with Millie.

But imagine what witnessing such an act might do to BLITZO?

[whoblewboobear]

Hiiii!!! 📓

Hellooo hiii~ and OUGHHH Thank u 🥰 

So I pretty much rapid fire throw all my lil fic blurbs that I’ll probably never write on here but one of them that hasn’t entirely gotten its own spotlight is Porter’s backstory/character study. It’s mainly in bits and pieces but I’ve thought about it ALOT. I’ve rattled man around my brain for so long to figure out WHY he’s like that. Sooo I’m gonna scream about what I think his deal is for a lil bit~ A lot a bit actually lmao so it’s going under a read more 🤧✌️

~ The minute Porter was born his parents chose war over him. Handed him off to his grandparents the moment they’d both be able to go straight back into battle to defend the sunstone clan. He was left with his Paternal grandparents where they pretty much raised him like a soldier. He was homeschooled and along side his regular lessons like Common and Math, a lot of history lessons came from his grandfather who was a big war guy. He loaded Porter up on so many texts about wars that have passed, tactics each army used, etc. This is where Porter’s love for history comes in. 

He also learned cooking from his grandma and a little bit of sewing because she believed martial classes should always have their own form of mending in their back pocket. “There wont always be a caster around to do the small stuff.” Porter disagrees heavily in present day. He can sew and it’s a skill he kept up with but he almost exclusively dates casters that don’t mind using a quick mending on some of his things. 

(Jace sees this, realizes this, and then punches Porter so hard in the arm when he finds him sewing a pair of his pants bc “you ask me to mend your clothes all the time! You can sew?!” Jace doesn’t mind but he does give Porter shit about it from now on. But enough about Jace. For once this ain’t about him 😗✌️) 

Porter was definitely way closer to his grandma. She taught him everything she knew about divinity. Very very devout woman. She 100% believed in Ankarna as a goddess of Justice because she thought what the clan was doing WAS justice. With Porter’s grandfather, he makes it very clear during sparring and fighting practice that their goddess is weak and needs to be changed for the better and that Porter could be the one to do it. He has that drilled into him from such an early age too. Like imagine little 12 year old Porter being told “you’ll be the next champion, you will take back what we deserve.” It’s a lot of pressure. The war ended some years ago, but his parents died for this cause. He owes it to them to at least try. 

His clan is mostly in hiding. Somewhere high up in the mountains of chaos. I like to imagine that it’s the Cliffbreakers and a few other giantkin that found a home there. It’s prominent enough but secluded enough that adventurers pass through every now and then to trade or get in a long rest for the night. Porter loves sneaking out and watching them. He’s never seen so many different kinds of interesting and well traveled people before. By the time he’s 16 he’s a little tired of his training. There hasn’t been a war in quite sometime. Adventuring is where the battle is. 

One night the rogue of a visiting party has spied him watching the last few nights and offers for Porter to join. So he does and he likes the conversation and their stories. Their bard sing folk songs that are so new and different from the ones his grandmother used to sing him to sleep with. This is new and exciting and when the party offers for him to join he jumps at the chance. He leaves a letter, steals his dad’s old war hammer, and heads off with them just as dawn is breaking. 

He stays with that party into his late teens. He’s maybe 19 by the time the party raises concerns with their cleric’s closeness to Porter. Truly a fucking scumbag that was pursuing him when they definitely shouldn’t have been. Porter doesn’t see the issue, he’s confused why everyone is fighting about it or why the first person he’s ever been interested in, maybe even loved is being ousted from the group. They sit him down and explain the nuance but he’s a little too young and a little too angry to understand. So he leaves. 

Porter cycles through about 6 other adventuring parties, being messy the entire time too bc he absolutely does date at least one person from every new party he joins. He doesn’t mean to it just sorta happens 🤭 he’s partial to mages. He’s so fascinated by the concept of magic. Sure he’s still in touch with his faith and the little magic he can do because of it is nice but it’s not raw unadulterated power. 

By the time he’s maybe 36 he’s with a been with a sorcerer woman for about 3 years, he’s happy. He loves her, they had a small wedding when they stopped in a quaint and homey woodland town. She helps a lot with his temper when the rage is a little too much. One day she comes to him and says it might be time for them to stop adventuring. He’s confused until she places her hand on her stomach and says they’re having a baby. He’s scared but overjoyed. He loves kids. He used to babysit here and there with his grandma back home. So they do it. They break off from the party and settle in a town not too farm from Elmville.

Porter takes small quests here and there to keep them afloat. It’s not much and it’s not particularly interesting but he’s happy at home. Until he isn’t. After his wife has their baby girl, they’re constantly fighting. Fighting to the point of hurting each other. It isn’t pretty and they try to keep it from their little girl but god the older she gets the more she notices and that’s when Porter and his wife sit down and discuss separating. She tells him he can get settled before they discuss co-parenting and he agrees. He moves to Elmville, finds that the big adventuring high school in town is looking for a barbarian teacher. He feels qualified enough. Maybe it’s the arrogance and the ego talking but he feels like he can do it. So he applies and honestly, it’s such a weird interview. It’s so bizarre. Arthur is so strange but he hires Porter on the spot. With his teaching money he can finally afford an apartment. About a month or so of him getting settled his ex wife calls and says a letter from his grandmother came to the house. Porter made trips back to the mountains every few years but it became a lot less after his grandfather died. It was all a little too difficult for him to be back there. 

When he gets the letter, it’s from the doctor that lives in his childhood community saying that Porter’s grandmother is sick. Not on deaths door sick but sick enough that she needs someone to look after her. It’s not even a question in his mind to move her in with him. He takes care of her and he works, and eventually he starts co-parenting. His life is alright.

Sometime around late freshman year or the summer after his grandmother takes a turn for the worst and passes. It’s a bit much and it’s not fair and his heart hurts so fucking much. And somewhere in his grief he hatches a plan. To become a god and fulfill his role as champion long enough to kill god and take her place. He’ll burn the world to the ground if he has to. To make his family and his ancestors proud.