#ngl it kinda sucks its ending already

[absoluteinsanity-mdashton]

Me: I wonder what's going on on YouTube today???

*sees Glitch finally uploaded the trailer for episode 8*

Me: HOLY SHIT FINALLY!!! I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL IT COMES OU-

*sees that it says series finale*

Me: oh ok....

[astrxealis]

sometimes (often) i think about the characters i kin or relate to and then the realization comes in again and again that i need therapy (/lh?)

[dancewithdeath11]

Leave you with a kiss…

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: A quick goodbye…

Warnings: SMUT! Cunnalingus, kinda lame aftercare ngl, petnames(ma, baby) ((sorry for any errors, just wanted to write something rq before finals))

Word Count: 900 (just a quick little thing)

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“Jay-” 

“I know..”

“You’re going to be late-”

“Shut up, ma.” He grumbled as he tugged you further to the edge of the bed by your thighs.

You took a deep breath but did as told. Jay hated when you chastised him. Especially about patrol. He took patrol as a bit of a selective choice. At least after he met you. It didn’t matter if he went on patrol on time. Especially when he could be saying goodbye with some good head and a last peck on the lips before he left. If he was a few minutes late.. Whatever. He was saying goodbye to his girl after all. 

He started slower, licking a hot strip just up the side. Not quite on your pussy, but it made you shiver nonetheless. Squirming in his tight hold where he had his arms locked around your thighs. Making sure to keep you spread for him. He lapped and licked, sometimes going further up your thigh, just to bite down teasingly and suck a hickey there harshly. Jay cooed and nosed at the sensitive skin of your thigh at how you were already so fucking wet. “So messy, baby…”

He dipped his hand down, pushing your thighs up further with the movement. Just barely brushing your slick seam with his pinky. “Huh?” You murmured after he growled something under his breath. 

“Don’t worry about it..” He let out a hot breath, you bit down on your bottom lip at how it made your pussy twitch at the feeling. Your stomach flutters as you wait. He brought his other hand down, thumbs brushing over your lips before pulling them apart. He watches greedily, seeing how your wetness fucking webs as he spreads you open, exposing you to him in a way that makes you whine out of embarrassment. 

It looks too good to ignore as he was quick to lean down and lick from your hole to your clit suddenly. Tongue flat before he flicks it over your sensitive but in a way that makes you gasp. He grabbed at you a little tighter as you started to squirm again. He did it again, and again, and again.. 

“Jay!” It was a weak cry, one half buried in a pillow as you grabbed at his wrists. When he tried to push your hands away, you grasped at the sheets. “Fuck- fuck, I’m close.., Jay!”

He nosed at your clit, his jaw aching as he shoved his wet tongue into your hole, fucking you with the hot muscle. You grabbed his wrists again out of shock, a sob leaving your lips as you arched under his touch. He pulled away from your hold, only to trap your wrists in his grasp, pinning your hands to your hips as he held you there. 

He could feel it, see it in the certain way your hips seemed to twitch to and away from his mouth at the same time. It felt like a short circuit how impossibly fast you felt your end coming. Whines and helpless moans leaving your lips as your head thrashed on the pillow. He kept licking from your quivering hole right up to your clit, giving it a quick harsh suck before doing it all over again. 

“Jay-” You were keening under his touch, and he only doubled down. Just like he knew you needed it. He fucking knew everything you needed. And that's because all you needed was him. He will be your best fuck, and only fuck for the rest of your lives on this miserable fucking planet in this miserable fucking city. And he will pride himself on that until the day his dick stops working right and he needs a new jaw from all its use. Because a pussy this good, twitching and creaming all over his tongue is too good to give up. 

Fighting with your hands as he wrangles both of your hands into one of his. His other hand snaking down as he shoves two fingers into your pussy. Then he sucks, harsh and long sucks like he’s trying to give your clit a hickey. Not letting up even when your hips buck up too hard he has to move his head with you. Your cries filled the dark room of the apartment as you were slammed with the force of your orgasm. Jay crooks his finger in your cunt, feeling how you squeezed around his digits. He thrust them shallowly in and out, brushing that spongy spot just right. You’re quivering and thrashing in his grip weakly as you were riding out your high. Folding in on yourself as your breath stuttered, legs trying to close.

Only then does Jay pull away. Kissing just under your navel before getting up. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and wiped his hands, then your pussy. It was quick, almost unceremonious. But you knew, if he had more time, he would. “Need anything, baby?” 

A drowsy smile came on your lips, you shook your head softly. He nods and tosses the shirt in the hamper, taking the moment to adjust himself in his pants. Grimacing as he realized how hard he was, his dick bulging against his zipper and pulsing with need.

“Okay, love you, I’ll be back in a few hours.” He huffed and made his way back over. Kneeling on the bed, leaning down to capture you in a quick kiss. “Night, ma..”

“Night, Jay..”

[staycait]

⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　a losers secret ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .

﹒ thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing 😭 .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. ☹️☹️ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if it’s horrible!

> story right under the cut <

SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner you’d see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes him—in fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.

for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you ‘good luck with dealing with him’.

you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they don’t evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.

you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,

“what? here to bully me for having no friends?” you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.

hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !

“n-no! of course not..” you stammered.

you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.

the indifference immediately leaves scaramouche’s face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.

“ah, so you’re not like all the others?” scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.

“huh..?”

you take a seat next to scaramouche’s chair and you bring it closer to him.

“what do you mean by that..?”

“everyone else treats me like i’m sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.”scaramouche leans back in his chair.

“well, you don’t seem like a freak or a monster..”

you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume you’d bully them— let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!

you can’t help but notice that scaramouche’s eyes trail down to your legs. it’s quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesn’t help much with that either.

as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.

“are you just saying that to be nice? what about me isn’t freaky?”

“u-uhm… you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?”

scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.

“oh yeah? you think I’m cool?”

you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.

“then, you surely don’t mind me getting closer, right?”

your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.

“no… not at all.”

scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.

“then is it okay if…” he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.

“i suppose so..”

scaramouche’s eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.

“how about if i…” scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.

a small whimper escapes your lips, you don’t know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.

“is it alright for me to… lift your skirt up?”

your eyes widened, you weren’t sure how you’d respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..

his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.

“can we.. go to a private room first?”

…who knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramouche’s trap?

after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.

SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)

how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.

scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ‘nth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.

the feeling of scaramouche’s cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldn’t think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldn’t help but just have orgasm after orgasm.

you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramouche’s dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.

“does it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?”

scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramouche’s quick and brutal pace.

you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.

“answer me, you whore.”

scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.

he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,

finally, with just one more snap of scaramouche’s hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.

scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, it’s much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.

“oh fuck, you felt so good..”

you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.

“scara..?”

scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on you—he immediately looks up at you and responds back.

“what is it?”

“can we do things like this… more often?..”

scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.

“hmm.. sure.”

[dear-ao3]

Question for the mods....

HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU MEET???

Like what???

How??

I am so god damn curious about you two. I wanna study yall under a microscope lol

Also ngl kinda envious of how close of friends you two seem to be. (Being an introverted shy af mofo sucks lmao)

I would actually probably read a whole ass book or watch a sitcom or something of the seemingly ever present weird-ass shit that seems to happen on a day-by-day basis.

/gen /lh /nf /pos

2018 newsies fandom. we weren't overly close but we bonded over race and albert a little and then katya dropped off the face of the earth for about a year.

during 2020 lockdown we both independently got into the witcher fandom and somehow ran into eachother again and had the fingers pointing OH MY GOD Y O U !!! moment in our dms. we bonded over hating jaskier. during this time we realized we were both dancers and katya was looking at dance colleges, i was already in college for dance and since it was lockdown and we couldn't go anywhere i told katya my experience auditioning at places to give him a good idea of places. and then i broke every internet safety rule known to man and said hey what if you had applied to my college but didnt know it?? and then one thing led to another and i dished out all the tea on my school. (only After that did we face reveal and give eachother our names lol) and then katya applied. mostly as a joke. until it wasnt a joke because that school gave katya a shit load of money and actually had stuff katya wanted to do. katya ended up coming to one of my zoom ballet classes and it took everything we had to not loose our shit on camera.

during this time we mostly kept eachother sane in lockdown writing witcher fanfic, and sending eachother awful thirst traps on instagram to pitbull music. one of our awful bits was using the dilf filter to make bad frat boy edits.

come august of 2021 we both moved into college. the same college. in the same building. it was wild. i pinched myself several times in shock. we went on a walk around campus with some worms on strings and were like what the hell how did we get here.

we continued to hang out and did weird insane things together. we took a class on the french revolution together where i had to put up with katya and fennec awkwardly flirting (read: making finger guns at eachother).

and then, since i was 2 years older, i was graduating and was going to stay in the area for a job and was like hey. what if we got an apartment together? and then we did. several adults agreed to this. idk why they let us. but now we live together in a real life apartment and we haven't even killed eachother yet. neither of our parents know that we met online. each of them have a different fake story as to how we know eachother and we really just hope they are never in the same room long enough to ask eachother about it. but its insane. 12/10 would recommend.

katya wanted me to include old tumblr screenshots of us talking, heres what i found from circa 2020:

we've always been like this lol

and heres some ancient greatest hits from instagram, i dont have context and trust me you dont want it:

every now and then the two of us look at eachother and go. how the fuck did we end up here??? (we have no idea)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello~!

So may I request a poly ghost face (from 1996) where they have an autistic trans!reader. Ik a lot (I'm projecting) the reader stims vocally by mimicking what they say, and they have a special interest (am like bugs, gore, sharks, dinosaurs, something around those lines yk? I feel like gore would fit) the reader rambles and rants Abt their special interest a lot! Just those kinds of things. I feel like you'd be able to capture this perfectly, thank you! Have a wonderful time zone :)

Poly Ghostface x autistic trans male reader

Headcanons

I always headcanon Stu as having something like ADHD, or just more hyperactive autism.

Been a while since I wrote about these two, huh? I’ve kinda missed em, ngl. Hope it’s alright I took some liberties with the hyperfixations :)

I can imagine that maybe you were friends with Stu when you were kids, because you were both “weird” in other people’s opinion. Stu because he was too hyperactive and could never sit still, and you because of your weird interests and how you were quite antisocial at times.

Time would pass, you guys would grow older. Stu would become someone popular, as his erratic and hyper personality becomes something others admire because he’s fun, whilst you stay being the weirdo with too much interest in medical texts, insects, and decomposition.

Neither of you meant to do it, but you would grow apart. Stu would get his new friends, specifically Billy, and you would stay by yourself burying yourself in your special interests. Its not strange to find you flipping through medical books or books about the horrors of war and medical malpractice. The more pictures the better.

When its not medical texts and war pictures with as much gorey detail as possible in the text and pictures, you can be found reading about death and the work of being a mortician, the way a body decays, and all that.

And when its neither of those things, you can be found looks at bugs, lifting rocks or moving trash to see what critters you can find. You have a sketchbook you like to draw in, three ones at that, one for each hyperfixation since you don’t wanna mix the information in them.

Its in the many niche medical books you learn about being transgender, and suddenly how uncomfortable you are in your own body makes sense. You don’t need any friends, or your families support to transition, that’s what you tell yourself at least.

You haven’t really had any real friends since you split form Stu when you were kids, and your creepy interests chase off anyone who might attempt to befriend you.

So, when you show up one day to school and openly tell people you are now a boy, no one really questions it, because why would they? You’re already weird, and compared to all your other quirks, being a boy is probably the most normal thing about you.

Through all these years you haven’t experienced as much bullying as you probably would have anywhere else, all thanks to Billy and Stu.

Stu because he still sees you as his friend in some way, and Billy because he’s fascinated by you. One day after you had come out, he walked behind you and saw you drawing detailed diagrams of top surgery in grotesque detail, and Billy has been hooked since.

At some point you and Billy would end up talking, one way or another. Maybe it was at the video store around Halloween one night, maybe the year Sidney’s mom died, and Billy would ask your opinion on the horror movie selection.

Youd grimace and say they sucked since the gore was so unrealistic, which Billy, the freak, would definitely ask into why you thought so. This would lead to you infodumping to him for a long time, going through multiple movies and explaining how its unrealistic and what would have made it better.

As infodumping goes, you don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there talking to one of the hottest guy at your school about fictional gore, until Randy has to tell you guys that the store is closing soon.

You end up getting real embarrassed about wasting his time like that, which Billy is quick to tell you that nothing was wasted because he loved talking about it with you and hearing what you had to say. He would love to talk again some time.

You don’t really believe him, until he searches you out the next day in your shared free period when you are sitting outside drawing bugs and beetles, dragging Stu with him of all people. You haven’t actually interacted with Stu in a while, so you cringe and get jitters when he hugs you and gets into your personal space.

Its Billy who has to remind him of personal space, and before you know it, they’ve asked in about your special interests, and then they just sit back as you infodump and show them the pictures and drawings you have in all three of your sketchbooks, making the two Woodsboro killers fall for you harder and harder.

Time would pass and you three would start spending a lot of time together, Billy and Stu always hanging around you to listen to what you have to say, never growing tired no matter how much you infodump.

Stu would be the first to confess his feelings, as he feels fast and he feels strong, so one day when you two are laying on his bed and you’re talking about the difference between two beetles who look almost the exact same, whilst also talking about lungs and how they’re built, Stu just leans over and kisses you.

You would be so confused, until Stu tells you that he really likes you, he would even spill the beans that Billy feels the same way too. As if summoned, Billy would show up and Stu would be all like “right Billy? You like him too, right?” and Billy would facepalm cuz he planned on confessing in a much better way.

But hed agree and say he fell pretty damn hard for you, but neither rushes you in your decision as they know it’s a big step. I can imagine Stu also rambling about how hes always liked you since you were kids, even before you transitioned, and how he actually started liking you even more afterwards because you looked so much more comfortable with yourself and who you were.

At some point you would come to the conclusion that you felt the same way, and boom, now you got two boyfriends who like you for who you are, and would stab a bitch if they tried to disrespect you in any way, shape, or form.

When the ghostface killings happen, you wouldn’t be at the party since they are super overstimulating, but you would go to the hospital to check on Billy and Stu since they are the only “survivors”.

I thought it would be funny if you developed a special interest in the ghostface killers and started a fourth sketchbook filled with your notes and theories, but you would keep it hidden form Billy and Stu because you fear it would trigger their trauma, since you don’t know they are the killers.

The fourth sketchbook would also have rants you can’t put anywhere else, like how certain people have hatecrimed you because of your gender, or because you are “weird”, and how some dark sick part of your brain wants the ghostface killers to kill them.

At some point your boyfriends would find the sketchbook and go through it together, whistling as they see the detailed analysis made for each kill, and how you are so close to figuring it out. But when they read all the stuff you’ve written you never told them, it angers them that people have been hurting you without them knowing.

You wouldn’t have told them since you didn’t want to worry them, and it wasn’t their fight in your opinion. Billy and Stu decide that they have to pull out the masks once more, seems they have a couple of horrible people to get rid of for mistreating you.

Imagine your surprise when one night you walk into your room stimming with both your hands and repeating stuff that Billy and Stu said earlier that day, only to find not one, but two people wearing ghostface gear in your room.

It takes you a little too long to even spot them as you were scribbling in your death sketchbook, having gotten a sudden spark of inspiration on the way home from your apprenticeship as the local funeral home.

You almost get to scream before they pounce, never actually hurting you but clamping a hand over your mouth, their gloves wet with what you can smell is blood. After they make you promise to stay quiet, they unmask and reveal who they are.

You buffer like an old computer for a little too long, before smacking the shit out of both of them, wacking them in the chest for not telling you. Your opinion on death and murder are probably really twisted, and the people they’ve killed have either hurt you or you had no relationship with them.

It does light up every light in your hyperfixations though, and you might demand them to explain what killing someone is like, or what a freshly killed body looks like for your sketchbooks.

Billy would grin and try to kiss you, because how can you be so perfect? But you’d wave him off with a grimace and demand Stu explain once again what it was like stabbing someone so you can get it all down in your book.

I don’t know if youd join them as a third Ghostface, but they might take you along every now and then, letting you roam the place after they’ve done their thing if the chance is there. I could imagine them taking pictures of things for you too.

I’m imagining them both dressed up as ghostface, except no mask, both kissing at your cheeks and neck and being all lovey dovey and almost purring, whilst you are sketching down the different pictures and notes about them.

They love you so much, its insane. You’re gonna have them hanging on you for the rest of your life, sorry man, I don’t make the rules. Even if you move to another city and start studying to be a professor or like, investigator for the FBI, they would go with you. It would even help them in their Ghostface work as you are an expert in them not getting caught.

[mikaelsrose]

some thoughts and theories on abh so far

Both Raphael and Mikael's touch is said to be cold while David's is hot

If anyone has any theories about who the guys' superiors could be, please share because I have no idea.

I'm 1000% certain that the guys don't really live at the agency.

The mansion possessed a most unusual trait: if its residents weren't actively seeking you out, it was nearly impossible to find them yourself."

Moreover, I think MC was going somewhere and mentioned again that the house was empty.

"Our father went missing. I believe he's dead" - this actually makes me think the father they talk about isn't God.

This could be a red herring but the man who approaches MC at the club could be involved in the murder. His glassy eyes ("but he didn't look drunk") are definitely a hint and his hot-tempered personality make him very suspicious. "He looked around quiclkly," his outfit is rather out of place at this club, he's pushy and insistent. I found some info that glassy eyes could mean lifeless eyes and when you look at this dude, it's.......plausible (kinda kidding, kinda idk. He just looks suspicious)

I believe they all don't truly grasp the concept of emotions. Mikael doesn't really care about the clients + don't understand the concept of grief, David has no empaty for the deceased. Idk about Cas, and Raphael could be the one able to understand emotions (or he's just good at pretending and/or he feels the emotions his interlocutors do)

As for MC - I think the guys had sth to do with her patient going beserk and her ending up at Astrea. It's just a hunch, I don't have any proof, but they obviously need her for something, and I wouldn't be surprised if Mikael already knew she lost her medical licence.

Mikael:

Cheeky if you pay attention - even during the interview in ch 1 he laughs at MC's poor attempt of touching him under a really weak excuse (can't blame her though); "a playful spark flashed in his eyes," "sly smile" so he's not as stuck up as it looks at the first glance lol

Physically: a picture of Renaissance beauty, it is constantly stated he's very graceful and charismatic. MC also says he's very fit and has prominent muscles (which is surprising "for someone in his position); "stately figure"; statue chiseled out of marble".

He's Not a doctor, but yet heals. In ch. 4 he 1000% sucked the poison out of MC body, and I believe so not only because of what he says but also from the way his eyes look. He also says "I've never had a chance to heal mental wounds" which implies he's been healing for a long time.

David:

Could be far reaching and I formulate this theory mainly because I've been watching too much Supernatural lately, but I believe he's some type of a demon.

He's very confident and he "never loses" as a lawyer, so he's either very very good or able to influence people somehow.

MC obviously didn't end up in Astrea by accident, and she's the MC so she must be somehow special, so it makes me think David constantly calling her a witch isn't without a reason. Ch. 3: "don't admit to anyone in the village that you're a witch, either." Could be just a joke though.

Also the fact he was extremely friendly towards MC is suspicious, almost as if he tried to influence her to stay at all cost.

"It's impossible to get enough of me"

After the murder: "he's like a doctor who has seen death so many times that he hardly feels it anymore"

We learn his father lost his mind because he sold his soul. I've yet to come to any conclusions on this ngl.

Raphael:

I think he takes people's emotions onto himself and makes emotions come to the surface in people. Ch. 3: "Raphael approched the man, and the man's eyes filled with tears."

General:

Felonia emphasising that the guys treat MC differently, kindly and friendly. During the meeting in chapter 3, Mikael is cold and impartial when he talks to Fel

David: "You're so hash, Mikael"

"Only constant effort can attract his attention and make him believe that you deserve another chance" so the question is - who's he?

Felonia: "They're not villains, but they're not exactly heroes either. They have a mission and will go to any lengths necessary to complete it"

Mikael knows about the nightmares MC has and the dream we saw at the beginning of the book is definitely an answer to one of the big mysteries of the book, imo we'll learn what it means at the end of season 1 and it'll be the first supernatural thing we witness (although I'm not entirely sure because of how the last chapter ended)

Mikael: "Everyone's terribly worried about you" - why? They're not that close. They're worried because she's crucial to their plan.

My take is that Raph and Mikael are (arch)angels. Possibly fallen angels or at least angels who fucked up and are being punished. I'm not sure about Raphael, but if Mikael is the Angel Michael then he's the God's commander - his strict, controlled character, the fact he's the director of the agency then it kind of makes sense he;s so harsh to Felonia who seems to have seriously fucked up? He doesn't like disobedience.

Quora (don't judge me lol): "His power is believed to come from his closeness to God and his unwavering commitment to righteousness and the defeat of evil."

"The sword and shield are used today to represent a cutting of cords or energies that no longer serve and protecting us from harm. Michael can help in healing and repairing our energies where trauma, grief, past lives or karmic debts are holding us back from our true potential in this life. He will then work with Archangel Raphael to replace the negative energy, emotions, worries, doubts, physical ailments with positive vibrations. Michael will cleanse your entire being both the physical and spiritual."

@agattthaa mentioned that God is kind only to humans, he's not a good father to angels because he isn't present or forgiving to them; God forgives humans, but when angels make mistakes they fall from grace. Just a food for thought.

I'm curious about others' thoughts and theories. I just wanted to put all this together to sort it in my head as well.

Tagging @raleigh-edward 🫧

[hp-hcs]

Lipstick part two when ??😭😭😭

when i work up the courage to write and post smut, lovely 😭😭

hate myself for writing this but yk wtv i’ll enjoy hell

this is filthy in my mind but i’m also ace so- this is probably prudish to y’all ngl

•smut• What Went On in the Supply Closet (Pt. 2 of lipstick) — yandere! Draco Malfoy x gender neutral! Gryffindor! reader x yandere! Enzo Berkshire

the boyos have a fwb thing going on fyi, thank you to the anon who suggested that. you’re a real one, homie ✊😔

gender neutral reader with no anatomical descriptions! YOU’RE WELCOME

(to my taglisters! i haven’t tagged anyone in this post because of its content. if you’d like to be tagged in any future smutty shit, send me an ask or dm or a comment or smth. i don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable, so if i do end up making a smut taglist, it’ll be an opt-in kinda thing rather than opt-out. know your limits and triggers and stay safe 🩶)

[SMUT AHEAD. MDNI.]

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“Shit, darlin’,” Draco gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He was breathless, his chest heaving with exertion.

Enzo’s eyes had gone dark and his breathing had gotten heavier. He barely waited for Draco to split apart from you before he took over, kissing you hard with reckless abandon.

Draco waited impatiently, barely giving Enzo a minute to kiss you before he was dragging him off by his collar.

“Not in the hallway, dipshit. Closet, right there.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d ever choose to go back into a closet, Dray,” Enzo mumbled under his breath, yanking open the door to the supply closet and guiding you inside with a firm hand.

Draco tugged the pull-chain of the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the dim light doing fuck all to illuminate the room.

After Enzo shut and locked the door, the three of you just stood in a tense silence, staring at each other. You were all daring each other to make the first move.

“So why- why now?” You asked, breaking the moment of silence.

“What?” Enzo murmured, a hungry look in his eye as he slowly took a step forward, then another, effectively backing you up against the wall.

“Why now?” You repeat, the pitch of your voice raising minutely as your adrenaline spiked. “I mean, why not ask me to the Yule Ball or something?”

“I thought you already had a date, love?”

“Yeah, but it’s just Harry.”

Draco practically growled.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd reaction, confused until he rested his hand on your hip, gripping your flesh tightly—possessively.

“Oh, I get it!” You gasped out with a sly grin as his grip tightened. “You’re both jealous of Harr-”

Draco clamped one hand firmly over your mouth.

“Get his damn name out of your mouth,” he hissed threateningly, crowding into your space further.

You gulped, your cheeks heating up under his hand.

“Enzy, think we oughtta show our darlin’ how much better we are than Potter?”

Enzo nodded in agreement, wasting no time before leaning forward to smack away Draco’s hold on your hips and grab them both for himself, quickly seizing your mouth with his own.

You let out a tiny noise at the obsessive way he began to run his hands over your body; gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he stole your breath away with little regard.

You stifled a small moan. Draco must’ve joined back in at some point, because you could feel a second pair of lips sucking lazily on your neck and collarbone.

Whereas Draco seemed to prefer to go slow and casually, Enzo seemed frantic, his fingers fumbling and slipping on the buttons of your uniform shirt with how quickly he was moving.

Whereas Enzo was go, go, go! Draco took his time, savoring every second.

As if to illustrate that point exactly, Draco ghosted his fingers over your ribs, not quite making contact with your skin. At the exact same time, Enzo shoved his hand down the front of your uniform bottoms, grinding the heel of his hand against you.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening on his shoulders and your fingers digging in at the two contradicting sensations.

When Enzo could feel your hips move, caught under the spell of those magical fingers of his, he smirked against your mouth, snickering at every little noise and gasp you made.

He pulled away from your mouth, ducking down to focus on a spot at the base of your throat. Draco swooped in, capturing your unoccupied mouth and smoothing a hand down the front of your chest.

Babbled pleas fell from your lips as Enzo’s movements sped up, his fingers knowing exactly where to twist and prod and massage.

“Pl- please- can I-”

“Ask Dray, sweetheart,” Enzo mumbled against your neck, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Dray- D-Draco, ple-please!”

Draco pulled his hand away from where he’d been stroking your upper torso, pretending to think.

“I don’t know, have you really been that good?”

“Yes!”

His eyes sparkled with amusement under the weak lighting. “Say what I want to hear, doll. You know what I mean.”

You groan in frustration, ceding. “Merlin- yo-you’re b-better than Har-ry!”

“Come.”

At his permission you fall apart, your body all but going boneless as your eyes roll back in your head.

You panted for air, your eyes clamped shut, as the pair of boys drew back. Your skin was sticky with sweat, and you could feel the tacky texture of that damned lipstick everywhere.

Your eyes remained shut as you willed your legs to stop shaking. An odd noise broke you out of your reverie, and you slowly blinked, trying to make out shapes in the dimly lit closet.

You drew in a sharp breath when you saw Draco and Enzo sharing a kiss, smearing blue lipstick all over each other’s skin.

You blinked once more, trying to commit the image to memory, when you realized that the odd noise you’d heard had been a grunt from Draco, muffled by Enzo’s mouth. The latter had his hand down the former’s pants.

Draco yanked at the button of Enzo’s uniform pants, quickly diving his hand in to return the favor.

You watched through heavy-lidded eyes, your mouth hanging partially open as the two hot guys you’d just been making out with began jacking each other off.

Holy fuck. That’s hot.

~~~

Your trio eventually stumbled out of the supply closet, disheveled and stained with blue.

A familiar ghost was waiting for the three of you outside, bursting into raucous laughter as soon as he saw your rumpled clothes and lipstick-dyed necks.

“Naughty, naughty children! Naughty, naughty!”

Peeves let out another cackle, blowing a raspberry in your direction and immediately disappearing through the floor.

[pvnks0ul]

FRICTION (18+)

✦ Riri Williams x Fem!Reader

⚠️: very detailed description of making out + its kinda nasty ngl, literally no plot, real short (sryyy)

ʚ repost because I lowk hated everything about the first oneɞ

She watched your thighs swish as you moved over to her bed, patting the spot next to you and wasted no time crossing her room to you, sitting where you signalled her to. The rise in tension when your body turned to face her did not slip past either of you.

You opted for not explaining yourself as pulled her in closer by the back of her head so you could comfortably kiss up her neck and to that spot below her ear, sucking something dark red in it's place before blowing cool air over it and reveling in the way she shivered.

She sighed out at the constant contact on her soft spot and let her body slouch into you a little. Her deep brown eyes were blown wide as they fluttered shut, her long appendages rubbed at your hips. You decided to seize her moment of weakness as you pecked over her cheeks, holding her head back up before pressing your lips against her slightly chapped ones. Her arms opened on their own for you to crawl onto her lap.

Your pace was agonizingly slow. Way too slow for Riri but she was too blissed out to even think about fighting for that kind of control right now, so you got to have your fun.

You pulled away from the kiss to watch how Riri chased after your lips with a huff of disapproval only to grant her a second one, this time placing messy open mouthed kisses against her spit slicked lips while she leaned her head back for a more appeasing angle. The only sound that could be heard was the nasty smacking that bounced off the walls.

you stuck your tongue out, licking and prying between her lips desperately, you felt Riri smile dazedly against you and it only frustrated you more. You went back to nibbling on her lips letting pleas and whines slip through until you felt her mouth open slightly around yours, moaning when you felt Riris wet tongue slide through your lips with ease, caressing your own, you leaned down to give her more so she could explore your mouth however she wanted. Riri was starting to feel lightheaded from both the lack of air and the adrenaline rush the heated moment gave her but, with the first sign that she was retreating you closed your lips around the muscle, licking against it as you kept her in your mouth.

Riri grunted into you before bringing your faces closer so she could kiss you once more, finally pulling away and when her eyes flickered open your doe set was already on her.

Her pupils were huge- atleast twice the size they were before and her bottom lip was throbbing from how sore it was.

You were too busy slurring out demands for her to explain why she stopped, to care what was going on with your puffy lips since she stalled your plan, once again.

"So fucking sneaky", She stared into your soul with the smugest look itching onto her elated face.

Your cheeks heat up as you shake your head to deny her claims. Face now, safely hidden in the space between her shoulder and neck. A pathetic excuse of words tumbled out your lips before you said something she could actually understand, "just missed you."

Riri fell into her comforters and adjusted your position ontop of her so you were sitting directly over her groin, not missing the little dots of wetness from your leaking panties changing the color to a dark shade of her light grey sweats.

She started rubbing your thigh, her cold veiny hand found its way up to the edge of your leg, massaging the round of your ass before squishing the flesh between her fingers because she knew it always made your brain fuzzy.

"Mhm." she agrees, fondling with the ends of your tanktop, your studded buds pressing against the fabric only tempting her to rip it off with nothing but the bones of her teeth despite it being much simpler to just toss it to the side.

Riris cold fingertips trace up your hips and further up your side through the inside of your shirt.

your head flung up at the chilling contact of her hand covering your nipple and kneading as much of your breast in one hand as she could, her palm rubbing over it with just enough friction that you were starting to feel pain down under from how aggressively you'd just clenched around absolutely nothing.

You refused to make eye contact, balling the cloth of her pants into your fists to hold yourself up as you grinded your hips down, twitching when the fabric caught the tip of your clit, your bottom lip trapped itself under your teeth, "Ririi~~" you mewled with your back arched so deep that now your exposed lower abdomen was also touching her.

You were immediately reprimanded with an open hand striking your bottom once on both sides, only having the energy to release a weak gasp, you felt the waterworks coming soon after you corrected yourself and met her sights.

"So much better, baby." she praised almost sarcasticly while rubbing over the numb globes.

"I was missing you too."

And her garage didn't see her again till two days later.

Inspired by this masterpiece I came across on Pinterest🙇🏾‍♀️

[c0ffee-gh0ul]

TUA S4 SPOILERS!

i finished s4. here are my notes, and some questions (which may have already been answered in the episodes but maybe i wasnt paying enough attention sorry)

- WTF FIVE AND LILA EW

- how come they were all just gonna let lila go and be with her family but like thats diego and allison's kids too!!

- the "perfect timeline" thing at the end was DEFINITELY a metaphor for the afterlife esp bc we saw ppl who died in past seasons like grace and pogo and the handler

- but why was pogo suddenly a human he cant be a monkey in the afterlife? well i guess that was his power and no one has powers in the afterlife

- i really did hate the ending but also i have no clue how else the show couldve ended, bc this entire time its just been "the world is ending, lets just go to a different timeline!" and you cant possibly keep that going forever so it was kinda perfect

- i didnt like klaus's storyline this season at all. he deserved better

- luther was HILARIOUS this season ngl. love his character development

- viktor was the best part of the whole show but he should have just killed reginald when he had the chance (even though he technically wasnt the og reginald but still)

- diego has been thru enough shit bro why did lila and five have to do that to him

- are there still other timelines with worlds ending or did the ogs dying stop all of that? what happened to the other fives after the cleanse?

- i know ben's death was erased from their minds and we finally got to see what happened but didnt s1 nod at something different? correct me if im wrong but i swear they were saving a bank from being robbed and ben went into a different room with glass windows that were glazed over and suddenly we just saw tentacles explode onto the windows. was that the memory that was put into their heads originally?? or did they just have no memory of it at all??

- also what was sy trying to achieve that jean and gene weren't already doing? that really confused me

- why were five and lila so conveniently able to blink into the dept store that ONE time but any other time they wanted to blink they went straight to the subway. seems a little odd and inconsistent

- why so much vomit this season?

- i still dont know where they live bc i thought it was nyc but theres no WAY nyc is 13+ hrs away from maine

- baby shark was already annoying but tua made it 1000x more which i didnt know was possible

- soundtrack this season SUCKED ASS there was barely any music at all and the music they chose was horrible

- i wonder what would've happened if reginald didnt kill the og ben and jennifer. would the cleanse have happened way sooner?

- wait but how did jennifer even get durango in her body was she also the result of a miraculous birth like the others w the marigold?

[sunnychuuya]

Cutely sobs knowing om nearing the end of sally face

I finished it.

Hey so guess who's looking up a toturoail

Whys the screen so fuckn dark

Me when I forget my lefts and rights do I start going never eat soggy waffles

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I DID THAT LAST NIGHT

"we are the shadows of a sleepless dream" fucking banger line??

I cannor handle seeing Diane rn I'm gonna sob

H9LY SHIT SUCH COOL ARTSTYLE

Guys I don't actually think I like the cult I kinda died cuz of them !!

having thr t

Guys this is not girlpop

ash wt Oh yirl WHAT THE FHELL DONT DOT AHT

GUYS I JUST TOLD MT FRIEND THIS DOESNT HAVE GRAPHIC SEWERSLIDE FUCK

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED

ARE WE JUST GONNA FUCKING

BRUSH PAST THAT?!

WHAT THE FUCK

THE FUCK FUCK THE FUCK SHIT?!

-"how many loved ones will you kill to save the world. What will be Left worth saving" crying sobbing screaming throwing up

Also am I hallucinating or was that not grammatically correct

No it was

It just doesn't sound like it

"They deserve happiness after all the shit they've been through" me when the entirety of this fucking game

"Do you.. do you think anyone could ever love me like they love each other?" I'm gonna bawl my fucking eyes out sal you're amazign

STOP.

THIS IS NOT FAIR.

NOT THE MEMEORY COMING FROM THE FUCKING BOTTLW

THTA WAS LIKE THE WORST LARRY COULDVE DONE IT TOO

God

Fucking damnit

Larry was sposed to move in with them.. they were sposed to be happy.. nghehhe

NOT THE FUCKING CORPSES

SHIT

QHY

Hmm. Another textbook case of: I hate the characyer until they fucking die tragically

Sal no we're not defending her she still kinda ducked

WHAT THE FUCK

HAH?!

Woah ghsotie arm

Cofnused as shit ngl and this music is terrfyding

oh no! Why is everyone gone!

Giving "why is boss music playing" vibes

UHH GUYS FUCKKKK

SHIT THIS FAME COLLECTING ART STYLES LIKE POKEMON

stop. I love this. So cool.

Yea I don't quite like that. Kinda uhh sus thats like the things that humans grow in in movies

cutely Google safe combination

FUCKKK BRO THE REASON KENNY SHOT SAL IS BC OF THE PROPHECY THING... DAMN GOOD THING HE SUCKS AT SHOOTIJG PPL TOO (the like 300 ppl who died:)

Wait what Jim's latter

JumPSACRW

Guys! Thats so not girlypop!

What rhe fuck!

"You killed them" NO SHIT?!

Me after game over immesirlat

Oh wow thats so cute murder great

CHAT MY CONTEOLLERA DYOPEED AORKING HELPPPPP

OH KENNWTH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT HOE WHYXDID YOU GOOPIE

MA BOY LARRY WHY U LOOK LIKE THAT 😭 💀

guys oop I apparently missed the thing where u see sal get shot lmao

Its fine I already knew what happened

I just looked it up and what the florp bro

chat I hate this like they all die and they can't even live happily ever after in the afterlife its just not fair.

YAYAYYAYA GHODT GUITAR

Hol up- lemme clean my glasses for this.

"eat mt ass, you red eyed birch!" ILY larry

TRAVIS LWTS FUCKING GO

YES

UES

YES

FUCK

LETS FUCKING GooooOOOOOOOO

WAIT SHIT DID JE JSUT DIE 💀

...

Fuck.

ITS NOR WORKFING

Yeah okay I knew it wouldn't be thst easy but. One can hope.

AHHHHH PIXEL SAL

Yeee guitar blasts

Pew

Pew

FUCK YOU CANT GO FROM SILLY PIXEL SAL TO

EVERYONE WE LOVE IS DEAD BRUTALLY

I diedieidid

Chat have we considered I suck at video games

I just died 3 tomes in a row

fifth death (end me)

I DIDING IT

Oh fuk pixem sal

WHY IS MY ARM GOING NUMB

SAL UR SPOSED TO POSSES ASH NOT ME

NOT THE GREATEST TIME LOWKEY TRYNA PLAY THE GAME

Ooh chairs

Oh duck that scared me

God damnit Terrence

SHUT UP THIS GAME IS SO FUCKING COOL

When I started playing sally face, would I ever have thought I would be whisper screaming "VOMIT YOUR BALLS TERRENCE!" at 12 37 am, he'll fucking no. But it happened.

This is why I am unloved.

What da fuck

Polyrgorns

THE FUCKING MICKEY MOUSE

GLITCHY SAL

Uhh I don't like how the teeth skin is closing in

UNBELEIVILBLY HYPE

Sal really said with the power of music and friendship

wdym it don't feel like over

LARRY DOUBLED DIED WHAY THE FUCK

"Maybe we see him again someday. On the other side of oblivion. If there is such a place." then it just fades out. This game is absolutely amazing.

I love it but it also lowkey felt so incomplete

Like

Idk the ending felt a little fast.

like very satisfying but it felt rlly fast.

But also sf2 is a thing in progress I know

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[transmasccofee]

SHARE MORE OF THE AU PLEASE?

ok so basically its premise is weird and complex, but its kinda a guardian angel nendou au combined with a powerless au

Saiki has his powers actually permanently removed after the incident, he’s not really aware of like, the average trans experience, and assumes without shapeshifting he can’t be a boy. This sucks for him, but it gets worse, bc without a superpowered younger brother anymore Kusuke has no real reason to leave so early, so he stays with them. this also sucks because they already had resentment towards each other, and the incident made it worse.

Nendou’s family are all guardians, (And also literally all guardian angels have Nendou face. Thats not important but.) and Nendou is supposed to be Saikis guardian angel, but they havent met yet and Nendou has no idea what Saiki even looks like. Also Nendou is dumb as rocks, so that doesn’t help.

They meet the same way they meet in canon, though Saiki is significantly less happy. Throughout the story Saiki warms up to Nendou, and within like a year Nendou has significantly improved Saiki’s life, though it’s still not awesome, what with Kusuke and dysphoria lol. Like. It still sucks for him, and he’s pretty angsty the whole time.

eventually with some amount of healing Saiki admits that as much as he hated his powers, he wishes he had them back, bc they were a really significant part of him and the way they were taken from him was traumatic.

Nendou suggests that he ask for them back, which initially seems like a really stupid thing to say, and Saiki brushes him off. However after getting in a huge fight w Kusuke, it’s revealed that turns out that he could get them back. His powers are still part of him, and actually fully cutting them out of him would have killed him, so Kusuke had instead found a way to keep any abilities or powers locked compartmentalized and unable to interact with Saiki, or be interacted with by Saiki.

In the end he manages to get his powers back, and while not everything is immediately resolved it is a happy ending.

ngl it’s really convoluted but i like it and i think about it often

[simplylove101]

2024 Horror Challenge: [28/?]

↳“I think you're looking for me.” Trap (2024) dir. M. Night Shyamalan

Plot: A father and his teen daughter attend a pop concert only to realize they've entered the center of a dark and sinister event.

Starring: Josh Hartnett, Ariel Donoghue, Saleka Night Shyamalan, Hayley Mills & Alison Pill (and featuring Kid Cudi & Russ)

Last catchup review for the day (even tho I definitely have other horror movies I watched lately) since these were the big four that I wanted to type up on here. I saved this review for last because I actually went to go see this one in the theater. Yeah, a M. Night movie, me, in the year 2024. Who would have thought? Mostly because as I previously stated in my reviews of Old, Knock at the Cabin & The Visit (and his daughter's The Watchers), my track record with him is, quite frankly, not the best. lol But hey, I love Signs. I was mildly amused by The Visit. Split, while problematic, is pretty entertaining imo. And I've actually never properly watched The Sixth Sense in its entirety (I already knew the plot twist so lol) but hey, that's considered a classic. So, I don't hate M. Night. Just not all of his movies are my cup of tea BUT I was actually pretty excited for this one. The premise intrigued me, despite there not seeming much elsewhere for the story to go based on the trailer. And a chance to see Josh Harnett as a villain, hello??? Sign me up! Also, I just really love the idea of a horror movie at a concert. Now, while I didn't hate this... I gotta get into the negatives. lol Overall, it is kinda mid. BUT it's because while there are some twists near the end in typical Shyamalan fashion, most of the first half was already spoiled for us in the trailer, so that's a bummer. Basically trailers these days suck because they think we actually want the whole story told to us before we see it when um, no. We want to be surprised. Now, as I said, there are some surprises later on, but those do seem a bit contrived as well. But also, the movie itself felt incredibly longer than it needed to be. We're at the concert quite a while considering plenty of the movie takes place outside of it in the second half. Not to mention, there's actually a good portion of it dedicated to the musical performances instead of plot. Now I will say, the music was good ngl, at least to me. lol So, that part is a positive. But that also brings me to one of the big negatives: This is a definite nepotism movie. XD The focus on M. Night's daughter's character grows in the second half in a way that had me go, hmmm interesting because it's not remotely believable. Partly because, sadly, Saleka's not a very strong actor imo. She tried her best but making her have a bigger part in the story was definitely a choice (not a very good one) Now, to the biggest positive of the movie: Josh. HE CARRIED THIS THING ON HIS BACK. Like, he was soooo good. He's very much why I can't say I hated this watch. He's what makes it work at all. Definitely my fave performance by him I think. Just deliciously evil. I will say, Allison Pill was really good with what she had to work with too. And you know, props to Ariel Donoghue really being dedicated to playing up the fangirl role as much as she did. She committed. Also, shoutout to Kid Cudi. He's really just a cameo but he def ate his small role. I love him. lol So, at least, acting-wise, there were positives. The concept was cool, it's just the execution (kinda as per se usual why M. Night's movies tend to be a miss for me because they're slightly off in a way that isn't always my thing) but it is decent. I didn't even mind that I paid money seeing it in the theater since it was enjoyable enough. Also, I watched it with an interactive enough audience that it felt like a pleasant experience. Now, I just gotta know, that ending... is M. Night just being silly or is he hinting at a sequel?? Because honestly, it did keep feeling like he genuinely didn't know how to end the movie because it just kept going. There were certain beats where it felt like we reached a conclusion and then, nope. And then we got that. Like, what??? LOL okay. Anyway, this one was interesting. I still have thoughts. So, yeah. That's all.

[c6jpg]

dainsleif quest

the lore drops. fucking impeccable. but also i feel edged the fuck on. like we learned a liiiiiiiitle but also get 10 thousand unanswered questions as well

that's pretty standard for dainsleif quests though ig

the quest itself. can we even call that a quest it was so anticlimatic ajkdfladjsf like just content-wise i think that genuinely might have been our worst dainsleif quest the lore was CARRYING this shit and all we got was more questions and it felt SO short

as an aside its also criminal how long apart these quests are bc i honestly already kinda forgot what happened in the previous one (caribert) and i had to like. really use my brain to remember the lore we got then

DAINSLEIF BROTHER????????????

just in general like. my mind was exploding when we were talking about the five sinners of khaenri'ah. i want to learn more about them so bad

"i'll tell you all you want to know" YOU'RE NOT TELLING US ENOUGH DAINSLEIF ELABORATE

WE DESERVED A PROPER DAINSLEIF VS ABYSS TWIN ANIMATED FIGHT CUTSCENE. HOW DARE YOU JUST FADE TO BLACK ARE YOU KIDDINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

ngl when we first saw caribert i actually thought this might be dainsleif's brother and i was like NOOOOOOOOOO THEY CAN'T NPC DAIN'S BRO

i just KNOWWW his brother is gonna be so sexy whenever they reveal him. sorry i had to say it. anyways.

caribert man... his whole deal honestly felt like a sidequest within the quest but that was sad :(

not to be a #scarastan but i was just thinking so hard about the parallels between caribert and scara, implanting vs removing oneself from the memories of the world. both doing it to bring comfort to others, even if futile. i'm not smart enough to expand on this but i'm sure yall know what i mean

anyways okay. so the loom of fate can weave ley lines, that name makes sense now. now can literally anybody please explain what the fuck yall want to do with it

honestly the twin reunion scene felt kinda. idk. flat? like i was more hyped about the abyss twin vs dainsleif part kadjlsflds (speaking of which the way dain clenched his fist lmaooooooo i was just thinking of that one arthur meme)

i do love the detail that the twins call each other by their canon names though

was kind of 🙄 when we got hit with the "yeah btw you won't remember any of this once we're out of here." okay plot convenience

actually is it even plot convenience? like literally what harm would there have been of the traveler remembering???? what are they gonna do???? the only actionable thing of substance we learned was that the loom of fate was completed which dainsleif should have figured out anyways since he got the eye taken from him????????

actually i think it was great that dainsleif got bamboozled though. dude has been carried by plot armor for too long

sea of flowers mention interesting (i have no thoughts on this just interesting esp since i'm pretty sure that's the place shown in the teyvat trailer)

so basically confirmed the heavenly principles are asleep/inactive for some reason. idr if it was explicitly mentioned before. i actually DID wonder why we didn't get some celestia nail action smiting after all the shit that happened in fontaine, a lot of people thought that was gonna happen too with the whole celestia is floating right over fontaine

and then we wake up and the quest just ends??? LET ME TALK TO DAIN HELLO

also like. why did dain want to confront the abyss twin again??? maybe it was mentioned in an earlier quest and if so i forgot but either way i don't understand wtf dain was up to by luring the abyss twin out

no literally that felt like half a quest

objectively i think that quest kinda sucked but i will forgive it solely because of the lore drops no matter how tiny they were and bc i did really like caribert's story

[demadogs]

Do you know any good wlw movies/ TV shows on netflix? I've watched a few, I am not ok with this, Carol, duck butter, but im LESBIAN DEPRIVED!

~🌈

YOU AND ME BOTH GIRLY.

unfortunately almost all my favorite sapphic shows have been canceled especially the ones on netflix but i do still think theyre worth your time. but it might also kill you bc the story isnt finished. all these shows are also just amazing plots too. like i would love them just as much even if there wasnt wlw relationships.

heres what i got for shows but not all of these are on netflix.

the wilds. this is an AMAZING SHOW. its on amazon its about a staged plane crash where 8 girls are stuck on an island but they dont know that its all a fucked up social experiment. a lesbian relationship became established before it got canceled after s2.

cable girls. this is on netflix and it actually DIDNT GET CANCELED HALLELUJAH. its an amazing show but it actually doesnt really count as sapphic bc one of the characters in the wlw relationship ends up being trans. but its still a great queer love. this shows spanish and set in late 1920s madrid at a telephone company. its one of my favorite shows ever literally every season is better than the last plz watch it.

everything sucks. this is on netflix and it did get canceled but the lesbian relationship was mostly established before the end of the first season. its set in the 90s and its just a really cute show im mad it got canceled.

paper girls. this is on amazon and ngl this is one of the most painful sapphic show cancelations ive ever suffered through so if you dont wanna watch it just bc of that i dont blame you. its about these four young girls who accidentally time travel from the 80s to current day and meet their future selves. the gay girlies are heavily implied and foreshadowed but they dont get together before the end of the show :(

the last of us!!! not canceled its still going!! this show has an episode that shows a past sapphic relationship with the lesbian main character but the first season doesnt introduce a new relationship yet. the second season will tho. im sure youve heard about this or already watched it but its about a zombie-like pandemic from a deadly fungus and its total post apocalyptic. also AMAZING found family father/daughter trope. dare i say i actually think i like them more than el and hopper.

i really need to find more great sapphic movies.

my favorite lesbian movie of all time is portrait of a lady on fire. its a french period piece and its just beautiful and THERE ARE LIKE ZERO MEN IN THE WHOLE MOVIE. i think the only line a man has is “bonjour” and thats it. MY KINDA MOVIE!!!!! INSTANT 5 STARS!!!!! i love this movie. the initial premise is that a woman needs to be painted but she cant know that shes being painted so the other woman has to just study her while hanging out and then paint her from memory. it ends up being much more than that but gaaahhh if you only watch one of these make it this movie.

another iconic sapphic movie is but im a cheerleader. way different tone much less dramatic and more comedy but still never gets old.

you didnt mention books but im gonna give you book recs anyway.

seven husbands of evelyn hugo!!!!!!! im sure youve heard about this. i dont think its overrated at all it really was such a good book and dont let the title fool you its gay as hell. if youre really not a reader tho this is going to be a netflix movie soon.

an amazing duo book series is criers war. i LOVE scifi and fantasy and this is my favorite sapphic scifi story ive ever read/watched. i want this to be a movie or show so bad. its about a world where some people are people and some are what they refer to as “automa” which are essentially cyborgs but they look just like humans. crier is an automa and the daughter of a king and ayla is a poor human and she has a vendetta against crier bc her father was responsible for her familys murder but crier doesnt know this! so then ayla gets the job as her maid for the goal of killing her basically but of course it gets super gay instead. its such an interesting take on the enemies to lovers trope bc its one sided, cryer has no idea ayla considers her her enemy. also neither of them are white i think crier is brown and ayla is black.

i hope you like these! and if anybody else has lesbian story recs plz put it in the replies or rbs cuz i also need more lesbian content!!!

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OK ARYU’S SUPER SPEED SKIM I’m ngl this is longer than I expected because I again failed to continue actually summarizing instead of transcribing some parts so it’s like half summary half verbatim oops. Anyways I did this one a lot more quickly to lmk if anything is off and apologies in advance if it’s kinda messy LOL I went through many mixed emotions doing this one LMAO

-Karasu anon

Aryu summaries

1- Antique:

Aryu lives in an old fashioned styled house surrounded by nature. His parents are easy going. One nice day, his mother wears a pink dress while holding his hand. She sometimes looks over to him and smiles lightly. Upon entering their house, you’ll be greeted by all the tatami in their house. They return home to his father ripping a bong. Aryu thinks the vapor that exits his mouth looks like clouds. His father has long hair that reaches the middle of his back and also has an easy going smile. His father travels the world, collecting odd souvenirs and trinkets like a cursed panel he got from an old man running a souvenir shop. He likes telling stories about all the items he gets. Their house also serves as an antique shop. They section off a part of the room on weekends and sell odd bone wares. The things they sell are rather priceless, they aren’t high end or particularly valuable. They have things like an old backpack, a stained glass lamp, etc. But each item has its own story. Aryu sits on his mother’s lap listening to his father’s tales. He thinks his father is cool. His father likes finding beauty in life and narrates them via tales. He often told Aryu stories about these items while smoking. Aryu loved these moments and grew to be accustomed to being surrounded by beauty (based off the things his father had picked out and called beautiful). Everything that he could see or touch had beauty in it. But in the end, he didn’t like antiques. His clothes were all old, and his toys were all things from other countries that might’ve already been used by who knows what. It was all weird. One time, his father had brought him a vintage Hawaiian shirt. And a wooden horse used by France’s nobility. Being told that, Aryu hated it even more. It’s old, dirty, and lame. He’d heard adults say that their house had been renovated and was designed to look a bit odd and old, but it was cold in the winters and bugs easily flew in in the summer. His friends’ houses were new and clean. Winters were warm and summers were kept cool. They get lots of toy cars and colorful blocks to play with, watching fun anime on TV. He also wanted shiny new things, he came to strongly desire them. In the process, he had come to hate the oldest, so old you could almost smell it, thing he had: his name. His friends had names like Ren or Hart, but the name Jyubei made it sound like he had just walked out of an ancient folk tale. He wish he had a cooler name, but of course, he’d never say that to his parents. His father was always kind and his mother looked so happy by his side. They glittered in their own way of life, and Aryu existed between them. But as the four seasons passed and changed, he embraced the wind that blew into the house. He had loved those peaceful days. In his childhood, he lived in a beautiful old fashioned world, peacefully and happily.

2-The Birth of Osha:

Aryu was now in elementary school. His father had encouraged him to use the old backpack he brought back from that one museum, telling him how it was finally time to crack out that bad boy. His father had told him about the history. He couldn’t remember a single fact as of right now. But his father looked really happy so he decided to suck it up and use it. Wearing an old shirt and carrying the old backpack on his back he quickly became the center of attention in his class. His long black hair certainly didn’t help with him being labeled anything other than an eccentric either. His classmates had asked if he had come from abroad in a teasing tone. Wearing their new shirts and clothes, they made fun of him, asking him if he had been born in the wrong era. A both with a shiny blue backpack and snot dribbling out of his nose had firmly hit his backpack. Like his easy going parents, he hadn’t gotten mad before. As expected, though, he had gotten mad in the moment, but he didn’t know what to do. In the end, he could only remain silent. With worries troubling him, he had returned home from school. His father, who had been doing shop business, had noticed his long face and asked him what was wrong. Aryu started to respond but trailed off. He wanted to tell him how he didn’t actually like old items and wanted shiny new things. But he didn’t want to reject the things his father called beautiful, and instead responded with a “Nevermind, nothing happened.” He went to his room and placed his backpack on his desk, thinking. Next time he got teased, he would hit them back with a nasty glare to scare them off. He’d confidently tell them to cut it out.

The next day, he got teased again. It seems he had gained the nickname “Time Slipper”, as if he had slipped through the fine continuum and landed in the wrong era. The boys from yesterday continued to bully him relentless. And to that, he lifted his hair up, side eyeing them, remembering what he told to himself last night. “Do you have complaints against ME?” He had begun to refer to himself with a powerful ME. It evoked a sense of superiority, and he wondered if he laid it on too thick. Everyone stared at him and he wondered if his plain had failed. After a pregnant silence, people had finally spoken up, calling him cool and interesting. It hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting, why were they so happy? In the blink of an eye, he went from being bullied to being swarmed out of popularity. It seems that in reality, everyone was a bit curious about Aryu. He was cool like an adults, and his items seemed exotic as if there were from some sort of fantasy game. When asked about the origins of his backpack, he’d retell the stories his father told him (like how his backpack was originally used as a drum). His classmates were impressed by his father’s stories, and his old backpack seemingly sparkled and shone. The stories of his old items had made him shine in the eyes of his classmates. He began to address himself with that “royal” ME everywhere. He’d stage out obvious facts using the same tone, announcing when he was going to the bathroom or getting curry; it made people laugh and school became fun. He had grown up around beautiful things, and now the beautiful stories resonated in his classmates’ hearts. Aryu, however, had refrained from using the word beautiful. It was his father’s treasured word after all he wanted to find his own word to use. One beyond beautiful.

One day he was telling his classmates a story about his antiques as usual. This time it was a pouch that he used as a pencil case before he might’ve wanted his friends new pouches, but now, he had genuinely been interested in his own. “Yes, this item is truly…! Truly…” He couldn’t think of what word to use. But it was like a revelation suddenly hit him. As his classmates listened anticipation, stood up and spread out his arms. He struck a pose, lifting his knee up, and it was like he was standing amongst the stars in a galaxy, surrounded by all the planets, with big letters in the Roman alphabet spelling OSHA. He had found his own word to use: Osha, derived to the word stylish, but without the extra RE at the end. His classmates were awed. They weren’t really sure what just happened, but it was cool and interesting. Soon, his osha-pose had become a trend that went viral at school.

3-Osha Living Style

Thus began Aryu’s way of living, always aiming to achieve Osha. Everything could be divided into Osha and Not Osha. He had categorized everything in life according to this convention. When he was 10, he played soccer for the first time in class. He hadn’t expected it to be such an Osha sport. On top of that, he was already 170 cm and had incredible jumping power. He had good athletic genes and was fast too. He quickly became the best striker on class. To him, he was the most Osha on field. When he turned 12, he had a significant turning point. The class had been assigned to think about their future. His classmates gave various answers, like being a manga artist or pro-gamer. Aryu kept wondering about what kinda of life, what kind of osha he wanted to live out. He realized now that his father seemed rather Osha. He flew around the world collecting things he liked and meeting different people, living freely while sparkling in his own way. He thought that a job where he could attract the attention of many people, like that day he created Osha, would be good. He had concluded that he wanted to be a musician, a rockstar. Then, he’d be able to live freely, fly around the world, and make an impact. He soon bought himself a guitar. After all, he couldn’t talk the talk but not walk the walk. To let his dream live on, he earnestly practiced and even wrote his own songs. He’d sing his heart out practicing in the woods in the middle of the night where he wouldn’t disturb anyone. For the sake of his dream, he worked hard.

When he became a middle schooler, he was nicknamed “The Beautiful Giant.” He had a face like a schedule and a dynamic build. He was completely Osha. But one day, something that would send his hopes and dreams straight into hell occurred. It was the night he completed his first song. He had shed blood, sweat, and tears forming the lyrics and melody. It was titled “BEANUS” (a play on words, Venus is pronounced Bi-nus, and Bi happens to be the pronunciation for the word Beautiful too). His band would be called O.S.HA (an acronym for I’ll flap my wings to the fullest to fly to you), although he was both guitarist and vocalist. In his mind, he had established a large fan base who would thus be “Osha lovers” to whom he’d blow kisses to. But when he listened to the recording of his own song, he was disgusted. What the hell was this? Everyone could see that he had grown up surrounded by beauty and lived by Osha, so how had he created such an ugly song? It was so vile he had gagged and thrown up in the woods. His parents had noticed him and run to his side. At his own lack of talent, tears began to flow. At his own regret and “not-osha”, he had stayed home from school and slept for three days. He had continued crying in his bed, sometimes thinking of the song he wrote and getting so disgusted he’d throw up again, making his parents panic. He wouldn’t let anyone hear that song, deciding to bury it in the past.

4-To The Path of Buddha

Aryu was now 14. He couldn’t be an Osha musician. Giving into the heartache, he threw his frustration into the soccer club. He was always Osha on field, and strong too. He’d never lost any midair battle. He’s tall and has long limbs, his physique has allowed him to easily steal the ball. People who skipped practice were Not Osha, and Aryu earnestly practiced day by day. Because of that, his stamina and technique became top class, he had no doubts about it. He’d win by scoring Osha goals. He played a very active role, and his mentality had started to influence his teammates. They had even started incorporating Osha into their own vocabulary. They had respected his Osha plays. His team had grown stronger with him. But of course, things were not always so happy. Sometimes, when they had practice matches, the opposing team would take one look at him and lose all motivation to play. They’d thought that there was no way they’d win against a huge guy like him. Aryu paid them no mind, however, a sharp voice suddenly told them to cut it out. The captain of the opposing team, Ooki Taishi, had told them off, saying it was lame to find excuses and bad mouth the opposing team. They were to do their best using their own plays and to test out the things they had practiced against Aryu’s team. After that lecture, the opposing team started to feel more energized. With Aryu’s overwhelming height and strength, and Ooki’s nice saves, the practice match ended up being quite the heated game. In the end, the score was 0-3, Aryu had scored a hat trick. Ooki had stood taller than anyone else and loudly thanked Aryu’s team. Aryu had went to shake his hand, telling him that “It was an honor to fight against someone as Osha as you.” Ooki had returned his handshake, but had no idea what that meant. He was happy regardless. Aryu had become a person that both his enemies and allies grew to like. But even all that couldn’t heal the pain of having his dream of being a rockstar crushed. He wanted to travel the world and become famous. He wanted to be someone who could influence the lives of others. In order to fulfill that, what should he do? What options had even remained after his music dreams had been crushed? He had constantly worried about that.

His father was now traveling overseas so he ran the shop with his mom. He had gone to help her with tidying the place. It was a practice free Sunday. The shop had been filled with the beautiful, old, and intriguing things that his Dad had brought back. Suddenly, his eyes landed on a Buddha statue his father had collected. He had truly thought it was beautiful. He usually hated old things, so why had he liked the statue? He remembers when his dad had took him to a temple when he was five. His heart has been captured by its beauty. He did never forget that moment. Thinking about that moment, now still makes his heart squeeze. Maybe the answer to his problems was the path to Buddha. He quickly ran to that temple, dashing along the mountain road. He had bowed down on the floor, asking to be taught the way of Buddha. He was met with a surprise, head priest. One minute he was cleaning and the next beautiful boy was on the ground with his head on the floor. He had thought he was a little weird, but he was earnest with a beautiful heart. He had taken him in to teach him. Finding a kimono that fit him proved difficult, so he wore his mother’s old dresses. In his free time, he would read books of Buddha’s teachings. He had thought he had found his true calling. He had forgiven the dark history of his that was his aspiring musician phase. He now wanted to become a monk. To do so he would have to cut his hair off, though holding scissors in one hand he held his hair in the other, his hair had already grown longer than his father, reaching to his thigh. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he wasn’t able to cut his hair. His hands were shaking and his breathing ragged. Finally, the scissors fell from his hands. He couldn’t do it. When he imagines himself bald, his fingers freeze up. He once again blamed himself, wondering if he wasn’t able to live by the Osha philosophy. The path to Buddha had closed. This marked his second setback. The next day he channeled his frustration into a soccer match successfully scoring seven goals and getting his team into the national tournament.

5- I’LL Shine

He was now 15, a third year in middle school. He had to choose where he wanted to go to high school, but unlike the rest of his classmates, he didn’t have a dream for his future. The setbacks from his encounter with music and Buddha, both of which he had originally been so sure of, had left him, unsure of how to proceed. When the teacher asked what his dream was for the future, he still wasn’t able to answer. His future was completely dark, he couldn’t see anything in it. Maybe this was the end of Osha. Maybe living by Osha was just a fleeting dream. He had been questioning himself and his identity. After much worrying, he decided to consult his father who had just returned home. He asked him how he should proceed with his future. He hadn’t made any progress since he had received that assignment when he was 12. His father then suggested, “Why not do soccer?” While taking another smoke, his father had answered with ease. Aryu let out a confused noise. His father thought it was only natural, since he was so good. Heck, he might even get a recommendation. “If you do soccer, you can fill all of your Osha requirements, can’t you?” Aryu was left dumbfounded. His mother walked in and added on. If he had become a professional soccer player, he would have activities and countries all around the world, and be supported by lots of people. After all this time, he had been the most Osha on the soccer field. he had once dreamed of screaming fans as a rockstar, but he failed to realize that he already had boys looking up to his soccer skills and fan girls cheering for him. Soccer, which he had worked so hard in, could be his answer. Without any doubts, for the first time, he had an answer. With newfound resolution, he was determined to continue playing soccer. In the end, he joined the soccer club at a famous school in Tochigi called Gokou High School.

He was now a highschooler. In his new team, his post plays and mid-aie battles had been up to par. However, he was lacking everywhere else. With his teammates aiming for the nationals tournament, he wasn’t able to become a regular at first. Sitting on the bench, he still had a long way to go to become the most Osha on the field. He wasn’t perfect. There were parts of him that weren’t Osha. That’s why he wished to live by Osha. And that’s why he dedicates himself to soccer, giving his entire high school career to it. In hopes of someday achieving the sparkling and lively life his parents live, he puts his all into soccer. Just like he isn’t perfect, other people are perfect either. What you see on the surface of their lives isn’t everything. Even his Not Osha past constitutes the Osha self that he is now. Even now, he doesn’t like his old and traditional name, but it’s a part of him. You shouldn’t give up what’s important to you to someone else. He wants to live acknowledging other people’s cherished things. He sits crossed leg in front of a mirror, talking to his reflection. Striking a pose, he doesn’t hesitate to reassure himself. “I am shining”, he says. And to that Aryu, a letter from the Japanese Football Union had been sent. “To the Blue Lock”. Aryu Jyubei’s path to Osha continues.

HELP i’m so conflicted this is somehow so emotional in the dumbest possible way 😭 aryu is too silly