#not my ususal content

[fallingdownhell]

My first smut ask.

Gorou, Itto and Tighnari through a rut and you aren't there.

You got me.. I am SO down bad for this... and I won't elaborate on that more than I already have.

Characters Included: Gorou; Tighnari; Itto

Content: gender neutral reader; posessiveness; talk about animalistic features; talk of breeding; talk of overstimulation; semi-public; not proof read yet!

Word count: 1,6k words

Please tell me if I forgot to mention anything Content-wise!!

Minors do NOT interact!

Gorou

Whiny as FUCK

Like, Gorou is already a pretty clingy lover, but even more so when his rut is just around the corner

he is attached to you by the hip, never leaving you out of his sight, unless he absolutely HAS to. And even then, he makes it a point to return to your side as soon as the issue is taken care of

you know his rut is coming around when he starts acting like this, like you would disappear if he didn't keep a watchful eye on you

during this "Pre-rut" he growls at any other man that dares come close to you

he pulls you more into him, arms protectively around you as he growls and throws death glares at the other person

during his rut, he's not able to leave you alone for more than a minute. He is whiny as fuck, always demanding your attention to be on him. He always has to touch you

Normally, the sex with Gorou is pretty tame, he himself being a switch outside of his rut, but leaning more to the submissive side

during rut however, you can never find a way to overpower him. He pushes you down against the mattress, pushing his cock into you. He can't waist another second without feeling you spasming around him

He knows he should prepare you more for it, but he just can't be bothered

Now, you left Watatsumi Island two weeks ago for a mission. It was only supposed to last a few days, but some unforseen complications arose and you had to extend your leave, and an end was not in sight yet

a few day ago, Gorou has entered his rut and he is desperate

He is rutting his cock against your pillow, his head burried in your favourite blanket to get a smell of you

He whines and moans so loudly, not caring that the people outside his tent can hear him

He calls your name over and over again

He's lost count on how many times he came already, but it's never enough. Rutting against your pillow just didn't hold up to the feeling of your hole clenching around him, knotting you so that not a drop of his cum would be wasted

he reaches down to stroke his dick at the thought of this, wailing as he came yet another time, but his cock didn't grow soft. So, he put his cock on the mattress, placing the pillow above it and started thrusting like this, imagining that it was you laying underneath him

he hated how he was so desperate for you, how he kept calling your name and begging for you to finally come back to him so he can breed you. Yet his prayers were left unanswered and he was forced to continue this madness..

Archons, he swore he would make your legs shake and quiver from overstimulation once you came back to him...

Tighnari

He's a bit more composed and level-headed than Gorou is

After all, Tighnari is mated to you, so there was no reason for him to follow you around everywhere and fend of other people. He knows you're just as committed to him as he is to you

And yet, when the time for his rut comes around, all those thoughts and reason are thrown out the window

When this time comes around, he grows restless, more snappy than ususal and far more sarcastic. He also has a pretty hard time concentrating on stuff, since he's very easily overstimulated right now

he keeps smelling you everywhere, he is hyperaware of his surroundings and his ears pick up on every little sound

You know his rut is right around the corner when he starts nesting

Since you're no hybrid like him, you don't have these kinds of instincts. He does, although they aren't ususally this strong. But he thinks he has to make up for this, so he takes over the nesting part, filling up the bed equally with shirts and pillows both used by him and you.

because as much as he wants to be surrounded by your scent while he fucks you, he wants you to have the same experience with his scent

normally, Tighnari is a dominant lover in bed, yet he's still gentle with you, worshipping you and giving you the pleasure you deserve before he thinks about his own desires

however, when in rut, he has no controll over his urges. He just takes you every way he desires

100% bites you, everywhere he gets the chance to, but prefers to bite down on your neck, especially when he comes deep inside of you

during his rut, he has moments of clarity, where he takes care of you, feeding you and making you drink water, before his instincts take hold of him again and he begins ravishing you again

this rut however, you're not here. A family emergency came up and you had to travel back to Mondstadt to help out your parents. And while you stayed in contact with Tighnari via letters, it wasn't enough for him to get him through his rut

he required your physical presence to feel better, it was driving him and his brain crazy that you were not here, in his arms, where you belong

on top of that, this rut seemed to be especially bad, his instincts going more haywire than they normally do

yet, he can do nothing else than to grind his cock into his hands, the tight grip he has on himself trying to mimic the feeling of your hole when he's inside you

his knot swells at the thought, but only when he's about to come does he loosen his grip on his dick so that his knot is now also surrounded by his hands

he imagines how you would moan and scratch his back like you usually do when he knots you, pumping you full of his cum

that image is what drives him over the edge finally, but the feeling of satisfaction doesn't settle, like all the times before

he whines, feeling desperate, starting to beg the empty space of his hut that please, please, please, make you appear in front of him magically so he can fuck you

but for now.. he just has to figure out a way to survive this horror of a rut without you...

Itto

Itto, just like Gorou, is attached to you by the hip

he is never seen without you around, and you can never be seen without him following you around like a lost puppy

It's cute most of the time, but it can also get annoying, especially in times where you just need a break but he keeps following you around, trying to hide around corners or behind bushes, failing to notice that he is still perfectly visible to everyone around, especially you

Pre-rut Itto would also be more whiny, but he also grows very sensitive to what you say

you mention something you like? He's already on his way to get it!

You say something about him that he has taken in a negative way? He gets big puppy eyes and asks you if you're sick of him and if you don't love him anymore

It can get annoying, but it's also really adorable since he's just so desperate to make you happy, no matter what way

at some point, you started to wonder if that behaviour before his rut starts may be some kind of compensation for how he acts DURING them

because, without exaggeration, Itto becomes so selfish during that time

he doesn't waste too much time preparing you, even though his cock is huge and it always hurt when he puts it in, no matter how long he prepares you beforehand

his thrusts are also relentless, the only goal in his mind being his release. He does hit your good points, but that more or less happens on accident thanks to his size once again

He is so vocal, too. Screams and moans without care on who might hear the two of you, he really can't be bothered

He tries to stimulate you as well, but he just feels so good, thrusting his thick cock inside of you, that he forgets to move his hand. You have to grind your hips against him to get the stimulation you need to also be pushed over the edge

He always apologizes for his behaviour profusely after his rut is over, but it happens again every time after that

however, as Itto has started his rut yesterday, you were no where to be seen with him

A friend of yours invited you out on a vacation. You both have misscalculated the time his rut would arrive, thinking you would make it back before then, you agreed to the trip

so, here he was now, having to deal with this alone for the first time since he has met you, and he wasn't happy about it

Itto pumped his cock in frustration, moaning your name loudly, his eyes closed as he imagined you, above him, riding his cock like you needed it to survive

the mental image was amazing, but it just doesn't come close to having you actually on him

another grunt came out as he thrusted his hips upwards, pickung up the pace of his hand

he focused on his memories, recalling how it felt to be inside you, how your hole always struggles to take him fully, yet you always clamp down on him so nicely

He comes for the nth time in his hand, pumping himself through his climax and for the hundreth time now he moans your name and wishes you would be here with him...

[vivisectedg1rl]

tw: discussion of online sw 🔞

i just wanted to say, i really appreciate the love me and ava (my wife) have been getting on here. i’m really starting to fall in love with how sweet tumblr is as a platform. as a t4t lesbian couple who (barely) make a living selling amateur 18+ content, we are ususally treated pretty bad in online spaces. but here people just seem to genuinely appreciate our non-sexual displays of affection, and this has always been, in my heart of hearts, the kind of content i want to put out. a piece of our love to share with the world. thank you tumblr for being so nice and warm and receptive of that 🥲

vivi, out

[sonicyogur]

heyyyy i made a mphfpc playlist with some crazy songs i think fit the vibe and the aesthetic of the books and the film!!!!

some songs are here not for the vibe but for the lyrics, others for the vibe and others for both!!!

a lot of things: red house painters, arcade fire, the decemberists, parenthetical girls, sunset rubdown, elephant 6 bands, islands, maruja and other creepy sxix vibe music

not the ususal content i drop on here but i was so proud of this list i had to share it!! the fandom deserves a good list for the saga, and as ive seen my mphfpc art going a bit viral on the fandom i thought it would be apropiate to drop this here

dont follow my spotify profile please

[oakdll]

itd be super cool if you wrote aroace saiki fics to expand that content, telling other people what to do doesnt ususally work :(

i’m not a writer and it’s not really my job to make other people acknowledge saiki as aroace, i just think it’s weird so many people ship saiki with anybody when he is canonically aroace

it’s not really hidden or anything he’s very blatant about it

[rayan12sworld]

💖💙Run Off The World

By:Sapphire_Roses

Summary:

Thirteen years after the disappearance of the Wen Remnants, twelve years after the official defection of Lan Wangji from the Gusu Lan sect, and ten years after the establishment of the Yiling Wei sect, the Cultivation world seeks the help of a man they have forsaken after the Battle of The Nightless City.

What they expect to find is a land of monsters and ghosts, led by man who is torn apart and worn out by his heretic ways, and the once-esteemed Hanguang-Jun in chains and tears.

What they do find is a thriving sect consisting of living, beaming people, a very smug and very happy Wei Wuxian, and a terribly content and – although as perfectly peerless as ususal – very jaded Lan Wangji.

Chapter:42/?

Words:242,828

Status:ongoing

Author:@rosesapphire2323

In here we have yiling laozu , wei ying in this fanfic he really is badass and intelligent, dramatic, cool ....ect.

We have hanguang-Jun, that's even more badass and he is so dramatic 😂😂

:Jiang Wanyin can bet everything they have in Lotus Pier's treasury that Lan Wangji has gone through the extra fucking Li just to be dramatic"😂

He is very shameless too like this quote

"You fell asleep after the third time." Lan Wangji says brazenly.

He is even more intelligent

(So Lan Wangji wrapped the very sign of a Lan's devotion around Wei Wuxian's arm under his clothes, gambling on– no, manipulating his sentimentality to make him return and take him back, when he's clearly been planning to clear Lan Wangji of all accusations and leave him behind, by giving an awfully long speech and putting up an act.) See?

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It almost makes Jiang Wanyin jealous. "Why are you so obsessed with Second Young Master Lan anyway?" Jiang Wanyin asked, bored out of his mind, on a sunny afternoon in Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian was obviously not working on his lessons. Granted, he didn't need to. But he could at least pretend, for Jiang Wanyin's sake. Instead, he was drawing something, white sleeves tied up so that he wouldn't dirty the pristine robe with black ink after he got in trouble for it last time. "Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian asked, like he needed to clarify who they were talking about. As if his 'Lan Zhan' and 'Second Young Master Lan' were two different people. "Who the fuck else?" Jiang Wanyin growled. "I don't get it. The guy obviously hates you." Wei Wuxian hummed. "I don't care if Lan Zhan hates me." What? Wei Wuxian, not caring if people hated him? The boy lived and breathed being well-liked! What made Lan Wangji's obvious distaste so different? Jiang Wanyin raised a brow. "Then why? He's obviously not your friend, so...?" "It's all relatively simple, really." Wei Wuxian stopped drawing, and held the paper up to examine it. Bright sunlight shot through the paper, enough to reveal the markings of the ink.  He has drawn a magnolia tree. He put the paper down, smiling softly. "He's like... my equal." Jiang Wanyin paused. Equal. He grit his teeth. All his life, he tried to be Wei Wuxian's equal, running after him with all he had, and then all of a sudden, Lan Wangji barged in with his stoney face and cold words, and became Wei Wuxian's equal.

"That's nonsense." He tried to keep his voice even. "You two are nothing alike."

Wei Wuxian shrugged, picking up his brush again. Adding details to the drawing. "He's just..." He stopped, and tried again. "Sure, he's a stick in the mud and a stickler for rules, but he's good. He matches pace with me. He annoys me and I annoy him back. He frowns at me and it's so fun to see his cold expression break with anger. I love laughing when it pisses him off. He enjoys annoying me, too, I guess. He's extra stiff with me. Makes shattering that mask of his just so much sweeter."

Then, he chuckled. Jiang Wanyin watched with dawning horror as his brother's face grew fond, brush flying across the paper. "You should see him when he gets angry enough to draw his sword, though."

Wei Wuxian looked up, eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and joy.  "That's when he truly comes alive. It makes me want to fight with him forever."

What delicate choice of words, Jiang Wanyin thinks. 'Fight with him'. 

Be it against him or beside him, you want him all the same ~~~~~

We have other characters like Jiang yanli and

Originally characters ,they have amazing personalities

~~

You guys will see Yiling laozu in chapter 37,he is very dangerous,

("Lan Xichen," Wei Wuxian addresses, and the unfamiliarity of it is much more startling than the disrespect it ought to deliver. 

"I know you are fully aware of what I am capable of." Wei Wuxian says, tone stern, staring unflinchingly into Lan Xichen's eyes. "Yet I'm not sure if you know how far I am willing to go. Which is why I will tell you." Lan Xichen holds his breath. He is certain he doesn't imagine the slight flash of red in Wei Wuxian's sunlit irises.

"When I speak of my death, I don't speak of it lightly." Wei Wuxian says. "My deathbed is my birthplace, Lan Xichen. Death doesn't scare me. It won't consume me, not anymore, not after those months. My death is my mercy. Do you know why?"

Lan Xichen says nothing. Wei Wuxian doesn't seem to require him to speak. "I would level this entire sect to the ground." Wei Wuxian speaks, low and careful, as if ensuring Lan Xichen hears every word clearly. 

"I could start, right now, and no living nor dead creature will be able to stop me. It would barely take me until nightfall. I would uproot every tree, overturn every body of water, bring down this mountain upon itself." Then, he tilts his head, and Lan Xichen uses every single last piece of his strength to hold himself back from drawing his sword.  His mind screams at him, Run run run! But he can't. He's frozen in place, rooted on the spot.

"If I wanted to, I could make every single last one of your dead claw their way out of grave. I already know where your very well-hidden ancestral graveyard is." His eyelids flutter in a mockery of a blink over crimson eyes. 

Only then does Lan Xichen realize that he hadn't blinked since they made eye-contact. 

"I could turn your Wall of Discipline into ash with a snap of my fingers. I know the Wen tried, and failed. But I assure you, I am not the Wen." Lan Xichen barely holds back the words, the ones he only now realizes their truth. 

No, you're more dangerous than the Wen.

"If I willed it, Gusu Lan would be no more come sunset." Wei Wuxian says casually, as though he speaks of the weather over tea, and not of the destruction of Lan Xichen's home. "None of your elders, disciples, Grandmaster Lan, or even you would be able to stop me. If you garnered all the knowledge inside your library, weaponized every spiritual artifact, or called upon the Heavens themselves, you would not be able to stop me." Lan Xichen finds that he does not doubt they could not. Four sects, maybe. Maybe. But one? One sect does not stand a chance against the full power of the Yiling Patriarch. "And I would do it," Wei Wuxian says, sounding less and less human, the more he speaks. It is as though his voice is echoed in the space between every bamboo tree. Lan Xichen barely feels the light of the sun, anymore. It is as though the black of the shadows have spread, like ink upon paper, clouding the sky.  "I would, because twelve years ago, I woke in the middle of the night, half paralyzed and half out of my mind, with Lan Zhan bleeding out to death by the wards of Burial Mounds. If it weren't for his survival that demanded my attention, I would've levelled the mountains of Gusu that very night." Lan Xichen thinks back, to the storm, the rain.  To Wangji's soaked body, to his trembling hands.  He had thought the storm and downpour that flooded Gusu and lasted days to be ominous sign of Wangji's departure.  Now he knows they escaped a much worse curse by a hair's breadth. "If you imagine that the weight of my regret and rage wouldn't be enough to turn this land over," Wei Wuxian goes on, voice level, pale face cold. "I suggest you thoroughly reconsider. I watched my Zhiji prone upon a bed for years. Every night, he takes the last of his robes off, and I see thirty-three scars on his back. He doesn't hide them, because he isn't ashamed, and I look at them, because I am." Lan Xichen lets himself exhale shakily. 

He doesn't know how he musters up the bravery to speak. "Wangji's decisions–" The whispering air around him tightens so abruptly that he snaps his mouth shut. He's frozen. His limbs are cold, and stiff. He doesn't dare breathe in the condemning silence that follows. He waits, staring into Wei Wuxian's bloody eyes.  He hadn't blinked, not even once, he thinks hysterically. "Lan Zhan's decisions are his," Wei Wuxian eventually says, calmly. "Is that what you were going to say?"

Lan Xichen swallows. 

He doesn't nod.

  His muscles won't move. 

His bones are stuck. 

He prefers shouting to this deathly calm. "Lan Xichen. I do not care if I was persecuted, or whipped to death, or left out to bleed as a spectacle until I died." Wei Wuxian shrugs, and Lan Xichen notices with mounting horror that it's the first time he has seen his shoulders move since this conversation began. 

His shoulders were not moving.

  His shoulders were not moving in the motion of breathing.

Lan Xichen's mind slowly reels out of his control.)

See it isn't even all of them, I think I like chapter 37 the most😭

A few characters :

Our mastermind have a tigress

"A-Xue." Nie Huaisang waves his fan in goodbye as he heads for his chamber's doors. "If someone comes for my fans, brushes, or wine, eat them. If they come for the sect documents, let them take it all."

He could always do with less paperwork. Saying that the documents were stolen will most likely not result in Nie Fenghuo cutting him in clean halves with her sabre.

Baofengxue growls softly in reprimand, as Nie Huaisang closes the doors behind him.

Even his own tiger is judgemental of him. Truly, the world is a cruel place.

[wierdartistmarcell]

The crossroads were dim and deserted, as Dean Winchester stood beneath a single, flickering lamp post. The man's green eyes appeared near black from the shadows, which his brows cast down over them. The air was heavy with the weight of his past and the souls his decisions had ripped early from earth in his wake. A figure emerged from the dark, barely visible, as he wore a suit and coat as black as the abyss itself. The mischevious smirk revealing a set of pearl white teeth announced that the figure was none other than the king of Hell himself, Crowley. He was impeccably dressed, as always.

Crowley smirked as his slightly shorter form entered the sparce light circle from the dying lamp-post above Dean.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't a lost little squirrel, far away from his moose and giraffe, all alone on a dark crossroad. You best be weary, poppet. They say the king of demons wanders this road at night." Crowley teased.

Dean gritted his teeth at the vaguely flirtatious but mainly infuriating comment from the smug scot. But his annoyance was soon replaced by a defeated expression. One which weighed his resolve down with desperation and defeat. His chest felt heavy, clogged even, as he spoke the words he had mulled over in his brain for so long.

"I need your help, Crowley. I have to become a demon again."

Crowley's reaction to this revelation. This conession that weighed down the elder winchester so greatly was insultingly minimal. The crossroads demon merely raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean, the teasing hint of a sly grin toying at the corners of his mouth.

The silence between the two was deafening, and the seconds stretched infinitely, akin to the way time moved in Hell. But finally, Crowley spoke up, his deep voice draped in the elegance of a british dialect, dripped with mocking contention with every thorn-pricked word.

"My, my, my. The infamous Dean Winchester, the man who danced within darkness, whilst claiming to merely stand at her edge, comes crawling back to lick the boots of the king." Crowley's words and voice hardened before he spat the next words, accusation and broken trust clear in every syllable. Gone was the teasing, the flirtatious tone which the demon was infamous for. "What's the catch this time?"

Dean was taken aback by the jagged cliffside he metaphorically found himself at. The abyss at his back, the king of Hell at his front. The weight of the demon's question finally dawned upon him. He let the words truly sink in before he even attempted to open his mouth to speak.

With a sincerity Dean didn't know he posessed, he stepped towards Crowley, further from the dying light, from the abyss clawing at his spine

"I can't shake the darkness inside me. The things I've done..." his voice faltered with a broken sob as Dean blinked back the first tears that threatened to escape. "I need that power back to protect the ones I care about."

A lie.

The air was charged, heavy with the electricity between the two men. Dean found it hard to breathe as Crowley leaned in, the demon's flirtatious charm making the thick air weigh deeply in Dean's chest.

"Protecting the ones you care about, or is there perhaps a more selfish reason? A reason you fear to utter. Surely there must be a more personal reason for this little soul searching of yours?" Crowley teased, his aloofless replaced with his ususal, gregarious nature.

The air grew frigid from the cold, hard fury, which radiated from Dean as his jaw clenched. The bold insinuation from Crowley caught him off guard

"This isn't a joke, Crowley." Dean barked, voice hoarse with the guilt which kept compounding upon his shoulders, as Crowley kept on reminding him of his own selfishness.

Dean glanced back up at Crowley, who was smirking devilishly at him.

"Oh, I assure you, darling, I am deadly serious. There's always room, however, for a bit of..." He paused and waved his hand unceremoniously. "Entertainment."

Crowley let his flirtatious, one-sided banter continue, toying with theories around why Dean would want to become a demon once more. Amongst his theories were delighted accusations of sadism and hedonistic urges beyond moral good.

The crossroads themselves seemed to echo the burdens that Dean carried upon his mortal shoulders. His soul struggled in a dance with the crossroads. An union that unfolded the darkness within his tainted soul, yet hidden from any onlookers, on the dimly lit road.

Dean gritted his teeth as he accepted the humiliation he knew he would face for this request.

"I'll do whatever it takes, Crowley. I'll owe you whatever you desire. My loyalty, my services-in any way-just make me a demon again."

Crowley leaned back on his heels at that, amused. His smirk widened as he let out a chuckle.

"Oh, goodie. Dean Winchester, offering up his undying loyalty to little old me. That is a tempting proposition." He shook his head, and his expression turned unreadable. "But you see, loyalty has a way of shifting like the sands. I will need to make certain that you will make good on your promise. I know you Winchesters tend to be slippery like eels, so are you certain. Absolutely so, that you are ready to make such a commitment?"

Dean's jaw tightened with frustration, and it was clear he was thinking over the deal.

"I don't care much for your games, Crowley, I need your help." He hissed.

Crowley started to stalk in circles around Dean, like a panther in the dark, his coat and black hair hiding him in the shadows. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Oh, but Deanie, life is just one big game." He teased. He stopped behind Dean and purred into his ear. "And here you are, ready to play on the dark side. The sword of Michael's loyalty, service. All offered up to me, the king of Hell... it's all so...biblical, don't you think?"

Dean turned around and shot Crowley a hard look, unamused by the demon's playful banter.

"Cut the crap, Crowley. Im not here for your amusement. I am being serious." Dean growled, his voice gruff.

"Ah, but Squirrel, you always provide the most delicious of entertainment. I am considering our deal, but there is no need to rush into things. I'm a third date kind of guy." His voice turned more serious as he stopped circling Dean and stopped beneath the flickering street lamp. "Loyalty is a fickle beast. Especially amongst demons. Plus, I do love a good cliffhanger. What fun is it to give you all you want without a bit of cockteasing?"

[redwing2000]

天下名物 夢想料理 影寂の天下宴 (10P) Shogun's Descent Musou Kyoen

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Puzzle a cool name for this template set. As ususal I read her wiki to name this drawing.

This set supposed to be a quick draw for weekly Pixiv Publish. I spent 2 days extend content for reward. It extended to be 10pcs (included variants)

You may not believe… the poster design spent almost 70% of this work.

砌了一個很酷的名 和平時一樣我都是用WIKI砌名，下回再弄雷電將軍我想也沒戲再唱…

原本這個只是用來放PIXIV每周圖片用 然後我就花了2天來組會員版, 會員版最終作了10枚圖

其實最花時間是那張沒什麼意義的POSTER。

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[cor-corbinian]

So I had time to sleep on the last episode of bsd and I have thoughts.

So far I've seen so many different oppinions about it - so many people are exited and so many are dissapointed. I easily fit into both categories.

But my first thought was that the episode felt off .... And I'm going to try, putting that feeling into words

PACING: As always the anime is going for an olympic medal in rushing. But unlike the previous ones this one felt even more rushed. For me, I believe that has one mainreasons. 1) Ususally I marinade in the manga chapter before I watch the Anime. This time I had nothing to go off, so my brain couldn't automatically fill the gaps. -> Missing Plot/Plot holes felt a lot more present

FUKUFUKU: Alright. This is propably the part I enjoyed the most. I think it was the best way that could have ended. 10/10 Somehow managed to not feel rushed to me. Teruko coming in was suprising but not entirely unexpected. I really liked it. You can see were the most effort went into :)

Aya&Bram: This one was good as well. But I barely felt scared for Aya. Another case of rushing - nothing to outragous though, although I felt it took the emotions out of the scenes.

All in all I really enjoyed the majority of the airport Part and can very much see why people are so exited and happy about this episode.

Now for the mixed bag that is Meursault...

SOUKOKU: Here the opinions are split. Not mine though, I liked it. Does it have implicateion that I most likely haven't thought about? Yes. But as long as Dazai wasn't aware of Chuuya not being a Vampire for the entire time, I'm fine with it. It is very much Soukoku shenanigans at the finest. Still rushed as fuck and with so many open questions that the manga has to adress. So I can see why people dislike it.

FYOLAI: Oh boy ... I really disliked Fyodors death. They have to have cut something important from the manga, because it just felt wrong. I fully believe Fyodor is coming back in some way. But the death just was so unsatisfying. What do you mean, every character got an impactfull fake-out death and Fyodor just got stabbed by some no name and blown to bits?! Doesn't feel like a fitting end for the mastermind. Nikolais part was amazing though - exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Absolutely heartbraking. 10/10 for that small part.

SIGMA: AAAAAHHHHH. I'm honestly upset and absolutely livid. What do you mean, the character who just wanted a home and to be seen as more than a disposable tool got his fate revealed in a single line and was forgotten and disposed of??? What the actual fuck! I get what bones is trying to do - keeping it a mystery on what exactly happened to him. Trying to reveal absolutely nothing. But we don't even get Dazai mentioning that he has to go back into the prision for some reason? Or saying that he has something still left to do? Anything at all that hints towards Dazai remembering that Sigma existed? Truly, it fells like Sigma was abandoned and I hate it. I will be writing Angst about it.

OTHER CHARACTERS: The Montage was kind of nice, even though important characters were forgotten about (where is Jouno!). With the lack of impact of most of the characters shown it just felt kind of hollow I guess.

EPILOGUE: Why does it feel off? I honestly wouldn't be at all suprised if it was the set-up for some anime only filler content - However horrible that would be. Akutagawa was looking fancy though. And it seemed about the only relevant thing that happened to poor Atsushi this episode. For a Protagonist he was sidelined hard.

TLDR: I feel like the rushing and lack of explaining/skipping over plot details of the anime is making me hate the progression of the plot more than I could ever with manga. I'll have to wait and see.

[scj-seouljames]

Testimony of a Pastor Who Attended the Shincheonji Revelation Bible Seminar

"I haven't been able to touch [upon] the Book of Revelation while preaching until now. But Shincheonji gave a sure testimony, so I received strength. I too want to do my best to be a witness."

"Honestly, the church community avoids preaching on the Book of Revelation. Because, if you preach incorrectly, you'll be called heresy. But I was impressed by the word [spoken] today. I think we should know what we need to know at the end times."

It was last April 22nd.

These are the testimonies from pastors who attended the "Testimony on the Fulfillment of Revelation" Bible Seminar hosted by Shincheonji Church of Jesus, the Temple of the Tabernacle of the Testimony in Gwangjin-gu, Seoul.

On this day, 500 pastors and 1000 church members who are interested in the word were present at the Bible Seminar given by Chairman Man-hee Lee, and they listened earnestly to the fulfilled reality of the promises in Revelation that were fulfilled and appeared on this earth.

Due to the current religious situation in South Korea, it is not easy to attend a Bible seminar hosted by Shincheonji Church of Jesus.

However, it is quite atypical that 500 pastors attended that day.

And the number of pastors who watched the Bible Seminar online was much higher than this.

The number of views of the Bible Seminar, which was broadcast live on YouTube, was approximately 50,000 after the event.

Pastors mainly living in Seoul, Gyeonggi rovince, Incheon, and Gangwon province attended the Bible Seminar.

According to the denominations of pastors who attended the Bible Seminar on this day, 69.1% were Presbyterian, followed by Methodist (7.4%), Full Gospel (3.6%), and Holiness (2.5%).

And by position, the most were pastors at 60.9% and elders at 26%.

In addition, evangelists (5.6%), seminary students (4.7%), missionaries (1.8%), and probation pastors (1.1%) attended the Bible Seminar.

This situation in which so many pastors participated in the Bible Seminar of Revelation by Shincheonji Church of Jesus, it can be said that this is "a phenomenon that should be paid considerable attention to by the church commuity".

Currently, the Korean churches are too passive in educating the interpretation of the Book of Revelation.

Especially when the mention of Revelation itself is a taboo, not just the thirsty believers but also the pastors search for the word regarding Revelation, and as a result, has led them to the offline Bible Seminar.

At this Bible Seminar, Chairman Man-hee Lee explained in detail the overall contents, outline, order of fulfillment, and core contents of the Book of Revelation, as well as the prophecies and fulfilled reality of each Bible chapter.

Chairman Man-hee Lee said, "If you ask me if I have added to or subtracted from Revelation, I can say, 'Do YOU know?' Yes. I know and I want to convey it." He also emphasized, "I'm here today to tell you the fulfilled reality, not the prophecies."

Additionally, Chairman Man-hee Lee pointed out, "It is John who has seen all the events in Revelation 22:8, and it is written in Revelation 22:16, that this person who has seen and heard everything should be sent to the churches to testify to what he has seen and heard." He appealed, "We must believe this word. Shouldn't we follow Jesus' words? Let's understand the true word of God and become God's people in God's kingdom and give thanks and glory to God."

Meanwhile, a retired pastor of the Full Gospel Church said, "It was a time of much grace as he delivered the Bible as it is."

"It is so touching especially when he interpreted the entire Bible, without leaving anything out, in detail. Ususally, most pastors only use necessary verses when teaching the Bible, but Chairman Man-hee Lee testified from the beginning to the end, and it was so impressive," he testified.

"My head kept nodding the entire time while listening to the word. I was very touched today," another pastor said. "When I heard it in person, I realized that there are many wrong thoughts about Shincheonji in the churches. The word is only available here. I'm thankful that I was able to attend the Bible Seminar," he confessed.

Starting with the Bible Seminar in Seoul, Shincheonji Church of Jesus held the Bible Seminar in Busan on the 30th and will hold it in Daejeon on May 6th.

All of these events will be broadcast not only offline but also live on the official YouTube channel of Shincheonji Church of Jesus.

As the time comes closer, the word of Revelation is revealed, and when the word of God is being testified at the time of the second coming of Jesus, 

if you are a believer, shouldn't you open your ears and listen?

God wants everyone to understand the truth and receive salvation.

At this time when the words of eternal life are being testified, I hope you will listen and receive salvation.

For more information, please visit: https://www.youtube.com/@ShincheonjiChurch_en

[thoushaltnotlive]

Justice for the 'sandbox fandoms' please

Where in the author/writers/content creator made the most scrumptious world and character dynamics with so much potential and just, fucked it up every step of the way /left the plot waaaay too confusing.

Is the source material kinda bad/maybe problematic? Yes. Does that stop people from making amazing pieces of art? No.

Ususally most, if not all of the fandom is made up of fans overanalyzing every minor detail and patching up plot holes the size of the grand canyon. And it allows for so much creativity. I love it.

They get So Much hate for the source material. Either for it or the og creator being bad...

But look, we made it good. It's ours now, not the og creatos, ours. If you look past the ''''cringe'''' you would adore it just as much as we do! Please look.

In conclusion: LET ME BUILD MY SILLY LITTLE SAND CASTLES IN PEACE.

[rotblume]

For me, it wasn't my Mas fault or any specific influence, but I still don't feel comfortable 'boasting' about my successes.

It's not that I am never satisfied and content, despite this being complicated by me being a perfectionist, and I can indeed feel proud of myself for managing something, even if it's hard with how life has been going for a while and when it seems like hardly anything is ever actually getting done because there is problem after problem, but I tend to get overwhelmed and am always out of my depth when someone mentions an achievement of mine and I absolutely hate having to actively advertise or promote myself and rarely mention my accomplishments - or my previous struggles - on my own accord, except to very few and very close people; even then it ususally takes an honest "How are you? or "How is this and that going?"

I am trying to get better at not only silently savoring something, but rather deliberately relishing it and I have found it can help to generally celebrate more - to simply acknowledge the effort some things take and commemorate, to talk about difficulties and then the solution, but also to compliment others more often, so that it won't feel like trying to show off or attempting to overshadow someone else and steal attention for myself.

It's not a perfect solution, but it is an advice I can give which not only helps yourself but also the people around you when you include your loved ones in your experience for connection or whenever you praise strangers and gift them with a good memory.

We also have a saying where I live:

"Eigenlob stinkt." (self-laudation reeks)

but people tend to forget the addendum:

"Freundes Lob hinkt,

Fremdes Lob klingt."

(a friend's praise limps,

a stranger's praise chimes and rings.)

which means that while your loved ones might want to make you feel good or spare your feelings with a white lie, strangers can be trusted to be more honest with their feed-back and any positive appraisal or negative criticism as their own opinion.

Memories of a broken arm

Y'know what I haven't heard in a coon's age? I haven't heard anyone say "Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back." I don't know if that's an Appalachian saying or not, but my parents used to say that every time I said anything even remotely positive about myself. They had a fear of / distaste for "bragging," (which is what that saying vilifies) that bordered on the pathological.

Not surprisingly, this early training that I must never toot my own horn has created a lot of problems for me. Applying for an art show? Pretty hard to do when promoting myself/my work makes me anxious enough to throw up. Socializing? More difficult than normal when I feel I must downplay every positive thing about myself so I don't sound like a braggart. I am accomplished! Good at what I do! I should be able to mention it briefly!

Anyway. Every time my reasonable, sensible, kind daughter tells me "Oh, jeez, my hair looks GREAT* this morning!" or "I was the best in class for wiring panel boxes!" or "I love this outfit; I look amazing!" I quietly agree with her. Inside, I am cheering. She will never know.

Modesty is fine. Making yourself look smaller so that other people aren't intimidated is - just crap.

'* Although one day last year she grumped out of her room saying, "I really don't want to go to school today, but my hair looks great, so I'm going." I did laugh at that. Don't waste a 'good hair' day, girl!

[anna-scribbles]

How much does Bill know about Homeworld? Do you think Bill Cipher would have a nickname for Steven?

somehow I don’t think steven would be into the nicknames..

[genshins1mpact]

ah yes, however could i forget kazuha's beatbox giggles.. he must clearly be the rapper in 4nemo then.. right?

[bayonettas-left-eye]

Homophobes in the Avatar fandom be like, “but Korra and Asami had no development!1!1!1 🤡🤡🤡”

Because, like, all of season 3 where the writers purposefully dedicated large chunks time to exclusive Korra and Asami relationship development doesn’t matter right?

Like, yikes, give me a break.

Homophobes are so transparent.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Rough Day

A/N: Hardly proofread this because I just wanted to be DONE with it. I'm a bit annoyed that i've kind of adopted a 'same face syndrome' style for my writing. 

Synopsis: Your strong, silent husband comes home late after a tough day at work ready to use you as a stress reliever. 

TW: implied noncon/dubcon, arranged/forced marriage, Implied deaths + stalking, general fear, yandere-ish themes

Word Count: 2100

You were once preoccupied by a magazine loosely held between your finger tips, lazily glancing at its contents as you laid on your stomach. But the slam of your front door twisted your attention away from its pages-- the sudden boom making you jump. Your grip tightened, eyes watching the doorway.  Sharp, familiar footsteps filled the hall accompanied by the rustling of clothes as your husband stormed in. He flung his suit coat to the bed, Oxfords still clicking against the wooden floor of your shared bedroom. His steps were heavier than ususal; something happened. 

“How was your day?” You ask, jerking back to stare at the magazine as if it kept you safe from his wrath.

“Fine,” He responded. “It was work.”

You avoided his gaze when he began to take off his tie with unusual aggression. flipping a page in the flimsy book in your hands, an advertisement showed floral perfumes while a blog section detailed lists of expensive items celebrities were using now-a-days. You stared blankly at the page, trying to look as natural as possible on the bed. 

Your husband huffed and sighed; you would’ve offered to help him with the tie he seemed so desperate but unable to get off, but your mind told you otherwise. His general aura made you want to curl in a ball under the sheets to avoid it. You always felt he was intimidating --ever since you met him after hearing you were to be married from your parents-- but moments like this were when you were truly nervous. 

“Everything go okay with the meeting?” 

“Yes. The investors were perfectly--” Your husband tore off his stubborn tie, dramatically throwing it across the floor. “Fine.”

The way his teeth clenched and his body tensed, you knew this wasn’t just his regular cruddy day at work. You guessed it was something to deal with the business meeting he had been planning for weeks. 

Not much could get him worked up, but you knew this meeting was something that drastically affected his behavior depending on how it turned out. 

You didn’t respond as he finished getting undressed, flipping the magazine page once more, and again pretending to read. You knew it was only a matter of time before he looked to you, but you were trying to hold off on that for as long as possible. You realized even if you tried your usual approaches of wiggling out of his affection, he was too wound up to not pounce on you like a raging animal in heat. 

So you bid your time, silently pretending to read and hoping he’d get in the shower before trying to tackle you so you could play the ‘fallen asleep’ card. Goodness knows you don’t have enough energy to take him. 

But as you heard his buttons come undone one by one, and his hands began to draw nearer, you knew your time was up. You didn’t say a word as he grabbed you by the hips to pull you close, snatching the magazine from your hands to toss it on the floor.

You would’ve protested, if this was your first time dealing with him. But you knew that never played in your favor. All you could hope for was that he’d be gentler this time; less rough, perhaps with a little bit of thought and rationality in the way he manhandled you. 

“How was your day,” He asked, though you could tell he wasn’t really interested. 

“Well… uneventful I guess.” You yelped once he laid you across his body, resting up against the pillows as your head laid against his chest. “I tried to clean…a little…” You found it hard to speak once his mouth was against your ear. The gruff sighs and clearings of his throat never failed to cause shivers to run down your spine. It even tickled your neck, the air from his nostrils hitting the back of your ear. 

He hummed in response to your answer, sounding disinterested but as if he was listening. 

You regretted having changed into your pajamas already. He slid your clothes around with ease, the loose fabric letting him do as he craved to your body. 

The male was already latching onto you, a hand across your chest holding your shoulder, while the other was securely gripping your thigh, groping the flesh as his heartbeat slowed. 

You could hear his breath gently hitch as you let out an anxious squeak.

“So uh… what did the investors think?” 

You tried to make conversation, to not stumble over your words as your husband softly ran his lips down your neck, nuzzling into your shoulder with a hardness you knew was from how pent up he was. 

‘They were reasonably upset,” he unfastened the top two buttons of your shirt with a swift motion. “But right now it doesn’t matter what they think.” 

 He effectively ended the conversation with that line, making you purse your lips together as you tried to ignore the ticklish circles he rubbed into your flesh. From behind, he had full access to you, unable to let go of your warmth. Or rather, unwilling. 

The sound of his lips pressing against your skin filled the quiet bedroom, the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen faintly in the background. Your husband wanted to squish and feel you, to squeeze the soft parts of your body and squeeze them like a stress ball. There was also an, admittedly, large part of him that wanted to violently make love to let out all of his aggression instead. 

It was hard for him to hold back when you made such cute little sounds, reacting to even the smallest things. It boosted his pride more than it reasonably should’ve, especially since he knew how unwilling you were in this marriage. 

He snaked an arm up your loose night shirt, grabbing at your stomach and preparing to palm your chest with fervor. 

“Shouldn’t you eat dinner first?” You asked wearily, already dreading the bruises and love bites you knew you’d find on yourself in the morning.  

“I’m not hungry for food right now.” He whispered. 

 Biting at your ear, he massaged bruises into your thigh with his thumb. 

You knew he probably meant that he didn’t have an appetite, but his phrasing couldn’t help but make you grow hot and squirmy. 

“Don’t say it like that,” You groaned as his hand lifted under your shirt, running his ticklish fingernails up the dip of your chest. “And don’t touch me there!”

“I’m your husband, I can touch you where I want.” He mumbled into your neck, using an arm to hold your jaw. He pulled your face towards his with an uncharacteristic amount of desire. 

Your husband's lips touched yours with a pressure that convinced you would crush your mouth. 

He yearned for the touch of you, to want to squeeze so hard that you’d have a constant physical and mental reminder even when he left for work. It didn’t help that he was so closed off, focusing much more of his time on work these days to where he’d be touch starved by the time he got home. He’d still be as stoic and stern as ever, but with the added flavor of barking orders at you to sit on his lap and feed him. 

“You’re allowed to touch me, too, you know.”  

“Yeah.” You say, if only to have him stop talking about it out of your embarrassment. He was never one for extreme methods of affection until it came to these stress phases, which is why you couldn’t wrap your head around how physical he had become despite his distant personality. 

But tonight he was warm and intense, enveloping you with his body to prevent your always perfectly timed escape. You couldn’t help but notice how his hips rocked to slide against you, the male lazily grinding upwards as you laid spread like a star fish for him. He forced your thighs open to become available for fondling and led your hands to a comfortable position. He guided you every step of the way, hardly giving you free will as he touched without hesitation. You didn’t dare move away, slightly enjoying the attention, but also feeling a strange sense of nausea as he got rougher with each grind against your backside and every tug at your hips. 

He was getting impatient with just this. He wanted more. 

Your husband removed the stronghold on your leg to play with the elastic hem of your PJ shorts, tugging at it so that it let out a small ‘slap’ against your skin once released from his fingers. 

You would've caressed him back, would've kissed him with genuine desire and held him If he was truly befitting of the title "husband." But you knew the monster this man was. Married couples were supposed to cuddle and embrace, and lie with one another. But that was for spouses who were together willingly. That was if they felt some semblance of love and care. But your marriage was full of lies and threats, with death and forced servitude. You were civil with your husband, you looked the other way when you heard of a distant acquaintance who got too close dying, or finding a shiny black car following you down the street. 

You could ignore his damage to your loved ones and his constant need of possession over you, but you couldn't seem to love him the way a spouse should. You could endure it, much like other things. But when it came to moments like this, you could only dread his powerful hands and the more than bruised body he'd leave you with in the morning. 

“A-are you sure you want to do this now? You have work in the morning, and it’s already ten-” 

“I’m sure.”

Your husband exhaled against your ear with relaxation, not acknowledging your hesitation. He was so close to you, your body nearly melting into his as his body heat mixed with your clean scent; the day's sweat still clung to him from when he rushed from meetings into cabs. He could smell the shampoo in your hair, the lotion you applied to your hands before lying down. The businessman couldn't help but lean into your neck and take a deep whiff, the smell helping him find comfort despite how much he desired to release his pent frustration. 

“Just stay still for me…” He mumbled, pulling your shirt to the side to make room for his mouth. He bit down on your skin, refusing ro hold back as he dug his teeth deep into your flesh. You knew if he could, hed bite your flesh hard enough to tear; hed be able to consume a piece of you, and mark you deep enough for it to last forever. But though your husband was ruthless, he wasn't entirely a savage. So he settled for using your body to rub up against and squish, his teeth dragging along your soft skin with a longing desire in his eyes. 

You could see behind the tired look and superiority complex, his lust sat waiting. It lurked in shadows during the day for when he could finally lay his paws on you-- his perfect spouse. And now, at night and alone with you, he wasn't planning on being gentle with his hunger.

Your husband's striking hands were brought to your flesh greedily once more, over his sudden sentimental mood and interested in one thing: relieving himself without a forethought. 

One for being used to this fate, you didn't show reaction when he twisted you around, forcing you beneath him in a flurry of loose unbuttoned clothes and kisses. It didn't phase you when his pants fell partly down from his earlier undressing. As he planted rough kisses up your legs you didn't dare to speak or flinch-- didn't move as his white button up nearly slipped off, the bottom button having not yet been released. 

You could tell with the way your spouses hands dragged you, gripping and pinching as they pulled you beneath him. He seemed so… needy. You'd never say that outloud, but it was true. 

He pressed his lips down hard onto your skin and trailed up your abdomen. They were kisses that pinched your skin between his lips as restless fingers tugged at your nightwear. 

Even if you wanted to fight back, your husband moved so fast it wouldn’t have mattered. You were practically a ragdoll in his hands, a stress ball that could hardly comprehend his lust. 

And so, you let him ravage you. He released his heavy desires upon your body, forgetting the mess he’d make of you ‘til the morning.

[lemonflavouredchaos]

Captive Audience

Dmitri Antonov x Reader Smut One Shot

18+ only - minors DNI -

Contains: dirty talk, sexual content, light bondage, woman on top, unexpected fluff

Tagging people who have expressed interest in more Dmitri smut - @slutchxld​ @atenastears​ ; if you want to be added to the Dmitri taglist or you have a request drop me a message!

He's used to being in control, you can tell by the way he tugs at the silky bindings and huffs. Dmitri is trying to smirk, trying to make light of the situation, but his eyes are sharp and dark as you prowl around the bed, toying with the hem of your sundress,

"Is that new?" He asks, eyes trailing to your legs, "its nice. Suits you..."

" You think so?"

"Absolutely," he tries to sit, forgets himself, and grumbles when the bindings drag him down again, “will I like what’s under it as much?” He asks with a curl of his lip, 

“Oh I think so...” you reply ith a chuckle and raise the hem slowly with the air of someone unveiling a secret. The bare skin of your thighs chills as the air hits it, but the groan Dmitri gives when you lift it higher still to show him exactly what’s under the dress, nothing at all, warms you.

“Fuck...” that single word is followed by a stream of Russian that, for all you cannot understand it, sounds vulgar. He tugs at the bindings in ernest, muscles straining as he growled, 

“Easy big guy,” you murmur and slide into his lap, feeling the hard press of his cock under his soft lounge pants, “that’s right, lie back...”

“I should put you over my knee,” he jokes, but his pupils are blown wide as you run your hands over the bare skin of his chest, 

“Mmm, maybe you should, but you can’t so you’ll take what I give you,” you whisper and lean down to lick his lips, “and be thankful.” 

“Oh, I am... believe me,” the last word becomes a sigh as you drag his pants down and line him up with your entrance, sinking onto his cock slowly. Left hand pressed to his chest, you roll your hips and trail your fingers across his lips. Dmitri opens his mouth, letting your fingers push past his lips, sucking them almost desperately as you start to bounce on his lap. 

“God look at you,” you find your mouth running away with your thoughts, “big bad guard coming apart at the seams because of a little pussy. Does that feel good?” He groans, hands balling into fists reflexively as he turns his head to dislodge your fingers, 

“Da, yes- fuck,” he was muttering and gasping, eyes rolling back in his head. All his ususal composure melting away; the anticipation, the waiting, the tension - the sudden provision of what he had been begging for had come together to undo him in record time. Curls of brown hair stick to the damp skin of his forehead. 

“Yes?” You tease and he nods desperately, arms strained tight against the bonds, “tell me.”

“Please, feels - ah, fuck please - I-” a stream of words follow, running into each other, “please.” It seems to be the only word he can form so you give him exactly what you know he wants and reach up to pull the bindings loose, letting his hands free. They, of course, immediately reach to grip your hips, your shoulder, your neck - they travel almost incessantly until he grips the back of your neck and rolls you in a chaotic tangle of limbs. 

The bed creaks and shakes as he wrestles you down onto the bed, pinning your wrists, 

“What was it you said?” He murmurs, “that I should take what you give me? Well now you’re going take what I give you, and you’re going to say thank you.” His teeth graze your ear, “beg.”

“Please, please, I want you-” You start, but he doesn’t make you beg for long. Instead he pushes into you firmly, switching to hold both of your wrists in one hand so that the other can trail across your body to drag the neck of your dress down. The weight of his body, the stretch, the smell of him, it all comes together to bring the friction between your legs to a peak. 

He’s kinder than you by far; he lets your wrists slip free when you tug and gratefully accepts your kisses, lets your arms snake around his neck and holds you close while he rocks into you, grunting and groaning. He shudders, hips stuttering, and lets out a sigh that, for all it is quiet, shakes you to the core as his cock twitchs and a seep of warmth spills between you. 

Then there's silence, a calm, warm silence as he runs his lips across your shoulder, 

“That was interesting,” he says finally, looking up at you with a smile in his eyes, 

“Good interesting?”

“Oh yes... though I think you’ll be the one tied next time,” he rubs his nose to yours, 

“You didn’t enjoy it?” You tilt your head and he chuckles,

“I prefer having you under me...” he murmurs and leans down to kiss your neck, “helplessness looks sweet on you.” 

“Pig.”

“You love it,” he quips and strokes the messy hair from your face. He’s right, of course, but there’s no way you’ll admit it. Instead you take his face in your hands and press your forehead to his.