#now its like only mh

[shrublee]

is it just me or are a lot of people getting into marble hornets recently, NOT ONLY THAT THOUGH, a good bit of them have liked dsmp at one point or another aswell?? am I the only one noticing that???

istg jack manifold like revived a fandom or something ima- /hj (??? idek)

[cloud-ya]

I'd argue over playing a game's story with appearance changing mods without experiencing original models first

but given I'm already (almost?) done with everything in mh rise and sunbreak,

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Curious, in a 'stars align for Brian and Tim to reunite while Birdie is still a tiny baby', how would Brian react to Tim chest/breastfeeding/nursing Birdie? Not in a ~saucy~ way; I like to think Brian comes from a bigass family with a bajillion kids so boob feeding doesn't phase him/its not , I'm just curious as to how he'd react finding out Tim was feeding Birdie that way as a trans man because there's still so much stigma about transmasc/AFAB but not feminine parents DIY-ing and/or nursing their babies.

Also fun fact, IRL Brian is actually one of FOURTEEN!! kids (his mom was his dad's second marriage)(his family is/was roman catholic), so I like my MH Brian to have lots of siblings (not thirteen but yknow). Which I guess leads me to my second question, what are your HCs regarding Brian's family, if you have any?

Omg okay so YES Brian being one of SO many kids is such a strong head canon of mine. In me and my boyfriends old cowboy au, Brian was one of like, yeah like fourteen kids or something stupid like that. I can't remember the exact amount but it was a LOT.

In Sorry, It's Locked he's one of a lot of kids too, purely because he's like that in anything I think of him in, it's not even head canon in my head, it's just fact as far as I see it now. Anyway, he's one of a LOT of kids, and they're a really close knit family, ridiculously close knit. Every time someone has a birthday, everyone who's already moved out of the family home comes back, they treat birthdays like Christmas, they're a family event, they're a holiday to celebrate together with a big meal, the only difference is the decoration and the fact that all the presents were going to one person.

Brian always went back for birthdays and Christmas and Easter and lent and every other holiday he possibly could. It was what was expected, what he grew up seeing his older siblings do, so of course he was going to as well.

And then one year, he didn't.

One year his sister's birthday came around and they heard nothing from him, he never showed up. They called and called and called him, but no one could get through, no matter who phoned him or when. It was like he'd dropped off the face of the earth and his family was terrified, because that NEVER happened. Never. Brian was always one of the first home for birthdays, always showed up a day or two early to help his parents with the decorations and cooking and last minute gift buying and wrapping.

This year he just, Didn't.

They were frantic, it ruined the whole party because everyone was so worried about him, they tried emailing his uni, tried to get a hold of people they thought he was friends with, tried getting hold of HIM another hundred times over. Nothing

Eventually, after he missed another two birthdays, they went to the police and reported him missing. That never turned anything up though, the trail went cold and they were left to mourn and grieve on their own. They held a service in his memory, they were so certain he was dead. And they tried to move on with their lives, but it was never the same, there was always a chair left over at parties and celebrations, no matter where they left that chair. If they let it stay at the table, it was a gaping chasm of loss between the people sitting either side of it. If they moved it out of the room to leave it somewhere out of the way, they all knew where this single, lonely chair sat like they didn't care about it not being filled anymore.

Nothing they did could make it better.

Even when people started bringing their partners to the bigger gatherings, like Christmas, that chair might have been filled, but it still FELT empty.

It ruined his mother.

In her mind it was all her fault and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her blaming herself.

Brian wasn't dead though. Brian was caught up in MH, a shell of himself, no time nor care for his family, he was trying to survive, and he was trying to stop Alex, he barely even remembered his family existed most of the time. And that left scars. Once MH is over and Brian slowly, slowly comes back to himself after months in hospital after the fall, he's never the same. All the care and love he had for his family is just... Gone. He doesn't hate them, god knows he feels nothing negative towards them, but that's because he feels nothing towards them full stop.

Sure, he knows they're his family, he knows he used to love them, used to kiss his mum on the cheek every time he left, even if he was just going out for half an hour, used to shake his dad's hand and give him a mock salute when they greeted each other or said goodbye, because when he was little he loved playing soldiers with his dad, and it just kinda of stuck. He knows he used to adore playing with his baby brothers and sister, loved being whatever they wanted him to in their make believe games, loved hearing about his young teen siblings troubles with love and school, their stroppy teenage angst and their "mum and dad just don't understand me" artwork. But that all just feels so far away now. None of it feels real, it's like a dream he was sad he woke up from, but now as the day goes on he doesn't care anymore, because after all, it was just a dream.

It feels like a dream.

He goes to the police eventually to tell them he isn't missing or dead, so his family finds that out and they beg him to come home, so he does, but it's just not the same and they all realise it too. It's awkward and he doesn't do all the little Brian things he used to, and their home isn't particularly accessible so that just makes the divide between them feel even bigger.

He never goes back again.

They don't ask him to.

This is just the way it is now, they know he's alive, but they'll never know when he's not, they'll never get invited to the funeral, they'll never know if he has a partner, if he's married, if he has kids.

They'll never know, and that still ruins them. It causes arguments and fights, everyone blames themselves and each other, his mum and dad start fighting about who's fault it is that he's like that now, and eventually the whole family just kind of falls apart.

[hellafluff]

One thing I've learned since i got into dolls is you can never really trust stock photos (they will make the dolls look worse, in hand photos always look way better) and never trust the face screening (sometimes a fucking amazing face sculpt is hidden under there)

[crows-of-buckets]

Okay I thinkkkk I may change my mind about having my Amell be zevrans canon romance. However. Wolfe with Jowan... That I can see

[codaynamics]

trying to tell me the big hairy bear-dogs are more interesting than a giant fatass iguana who eats herbivores whole like

jagras is bottom of the barrel early game trash and he's still got so much MH charm to him like. i dont give a fuck about anjanath but jagras is at least out here doing neat things.

the new leviathan is cool i guess but all i can think of is fucking jyuratodus and i hate that mother fucker.

show me more monsters like whatever that railgun dragon is, at least that's got something going for it that's really weird and quirky.

its not like it'll be a bad game or anything but im mostly just disappointed that we're not getting more monsters with gumption and fun built in.

and i dont buy any 'its just early game monsters' argument bc great maccao is right there. great izuchi is right there. qurupeco is right there. i could keep going, there's so many good, charming early game monsters in MH.

i'unno. the game will still be fun, and ill probably end up enjoying it anyway, but it's still disappointing to see the direction the mainline games are going from here on out ever since world's success.

[villruu]

timetravel fix it except make it even worse would be a fire concept for a marble hornet fic

[roger-paladino]

making that WF video was like. reminding me how much and how deeply Mo cared for Lee it hurts soo so so bad

[icarrymany]

break time feeling so rad. i always tell my bffl that rens like the one person from back then that i still regularly think abt/ would still talk to

[freaky-flawless]

Impulse bought a Cave Club doll last night 😔

[nthflower]

God my meds side effects are so terrible. 🥺

[xxmourningdove666xx]

after years ive finally freed myself from the shackles of any fandom and can now enjoy media as i please

[29121996]

no okay thats actually tripping me out.

i literally. saw him standing at the place i usually do cross to get to where my car is parked. n . at some Point he wouldve noticed i was there bc . thats literally the Entire Fucking Point Of This.

im being edged, not the Point tho.

but i didnt fucking see him. n i scanned that fucming Area multuple times before pulling out bc What the fuck Where Are You. anf then hes fucking leaning against the fucking ????? streetlamp????? (i wish i could desrcibr this but unfortnuately i Am Short Circuiting.)

n OFC i dont norice untik ive PULLED into the turning lane n hes Fucksdjwjdjd at the exact . interdection im driving through like FUCK.

yea okay.

[star-on-a-beach]

woah,,, bad decision star real?! /silly

-mod toast

Don't idolize me lol

Obviously I make bad decisions

Do I try to be a good influence? Yeah

Do I also make bad choices and sometimes not care? Yeah

This is a bad decision, and you shouldn't be following my example /srs

That being said

I'm going to bed now

So gn

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one thing i can intermittently remember re: lackadaisy is that way back when, would've been around '08 to '10, i mentioned it to someone in person w/whomst like informal Media Recs Trading was established & i think mentioned wanting recs for checking out webcomics specifically? & i was like ooh lackadaisy Gotta be lackadaisy (i read like, a few others at the time but was immediately huge on that one specifically due to [the ways it pwned were obvious to me first reading it in '07 and Now alike]) and like. in the realm of Left Field Responses I Got After Ventures Of Someone W/o The Confidence I Have Now Thanks To Grinding For It In The Entire Interim i eventually followed up like did you check it out, what do you think, b/c my enthusiasm was stronger than my reluctance to bring shit up unprompted. and i think they were sort of evasive a moment but then were like nah b/c.......why are they cats....like lmfaoooo was Not ready for that like yeah idk what to tell you if that was that significant a factor. except that if you know that much it's too late the furry police are en route

not long afterwards perhaps truly more unexpected. i managed to finagle going to the first convention marble hornets was at, relatively short notice, and this is thanks to by that point having Enthusiasm behind it again, of course. afterwards to the relatively small tumblr mh ether i Ventured Forth again like is there interest in my talking about it, livestream q&a possibilities style even? and then i got an anon telling me not now b/c hοmestuck had updated. omicron just to not risk it plus i think even now i'd filter my own post. like divide this into four sections the way i'm truly at a loss. didn't have that much to talk about but looking back like fr you're neurononconforming in online fanbase Posting same as in the [random discord servers Hate them! non normative verbal communication happens in scores / hundreds of words if it happens at all] like and yet it gets to you to the con. and to the "i don't need other people to like media 'with' me i didn't talk about lackadaisy at all till the pilot dropping & my [first full reread in a Minute] got me all fired up posting style & 'hey wait. my special little guy. all this fresh Mystery Plot Everything appreciation. whoa'" moment. plus nowadays it's only like Lol Lmao whereas back then it was like :( :/ but also still funny b/c this person was running away throwing chairs & tables behind them like i'm not a furry i'm not and an anon was like didn't ask don't care oppa homestuck style. standing there palms open like. furious theorizing is there for me

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, mıssionary, praise, brēeding, petnames, mdni.

nanami who always finds himself in your sheets and between your legs after a long day at work.

“think i want a baby, ‘ken.”

and he took those six simple words personally. nanami’s giving you slow, languid strokes, rolling his hips against yours. he groans at your nails clawing all down his back. as you briefly meet his gaze, you’re met with the most kindest, fawn eyes. all you saw in them were nothing but pools of love with a sprinkle of lust. “oh,” he huskily grunts, hearing the sloshing wet stretch deep into your cunt. he’s stunned for a bit before going deep into imagination. the thought of making your cute tummy all swollen and rounded, it makes him gnaw on his lip like candy.

“my love,” he swallows thickly, a familiar lump forming into the back of his throat. nanami leans into you, his rhythm growing more and more sloppy. you’re jerking back, an ankle of yours sliding down the red lines of his back and he grunts. “c- careful now, might give you more than just one.” and he could have came right then and there—all from relishing in your beauty. he’s never laid his eyes upon anything more pretty.

your knees then get righteously shoved up to your chest. soft, browned eyes flicker at the valley between your breasts before glancing back toward your shimmery spit-slicked lips. you moan, tossing your arms over his shoulders. “i missed my girls,” he groans, stuffing his face between your chest for a moment. your breath immensely hitches at the feeling up him licking a single stripe, still deeply plummeting such inches in and out of your weeping cunt. “they missed me too,” he purrs in a raspy coo, speaking to your tits, and that’s when he latches his plump lips against your perky nipple for a short second. “m-mh.”

the air felt hot — humid, feverish even with each breeze that passes. as warm, kinetic bodies clash against each other at individual hyper strokes, he pries himself off of you. nanami’s jaw tightens so much from your soddened grip that it almost aches. “sweetheart,” he hisses, peering his eyes down to see the milky white ring already coating around his base. it’s probably been hours, hours of you prettily sprawled out for him with your legs open. docile, tawny irises lovingly gaze into you as a thumb of yours strum down his neatly ruffled undercut. “f- fuck, i want you so bad. missed my girl. missed my pussy.”

“she’s missed you too ‘ken,” you pull him into a hot kiss, tasting the mint that lingers on his breath. and as his thrusts grew more sloppy, you whine, feeling his jutting cock kiss against your most sweetest spots. your heart flutters, slithering its way around his waist in a secure lock. “fuck me kento, d- don’t stop, pleaseee.”

“never gonna stop for you, my love,” he huffs, chest heaving in and out. the more he stares at you, the more he falls in love.

through glossed eyes that shimmer with such infatuation—he’s taking in your beauty, your fervor.

nanami loves more than anything to just gawk at you, watching as your eyes droop, your neck crane, and even the way your brows crease into a furrow due to such rapturing pleasure. only he could make you feel this way—you and him both knew that. nobody knew your body like the back of their hand except nanami. your body was his personal canvas, he’s always loved to decorate it and paint it with various, chaste kisses.

to him, you were art. he’s hitting you deep, blurbs and blurbs of whimpers dragging out of your throat until it sounds like inaudible meaningless babbles. so pretty,

repeatedly, the base of his cock perfectly hits against there, leaving you with your jaw hanging open and your entire body being stuck into a limited dimwitted state. he fucks you silly every time, you whimper as a lightening pulse from his cock twitches inside of you, plugging you full.

over and over and over,

nanami blows into your mouth, and you hear a throaty chuckle before he presses yet another wet kiss against your lips. “wanna see you nice ‘n plump s-so bad. gonna give you triplets, my sweet.” and you’re just stupefied, barely a single thought was stored up into your empty, vacant brain. nanami sucks against your bottom lip, still steadily rocking his way into your sloppy cunt. you feel the juncture of his hips mercilessly thrust its way into you raw and you gasp. “right . . here?”

pleasure overtakes you so good that you barely even noticed he was talking to you. you’re too busy moaning your head off and a soft smile pierces against both sides of his lips. a few faint dimples poke against his skin before he grabs your chin. “sweetheaaaart, ‘m talkin’ to you, hey,” and once your eyes meet his mid-thrust, his heart swarms up with love and desire. “there we go. atta girl, yeah. ‘s this spot? this feel good?”

“y- yes,” you whimper, nodding eagerly. he was so big and thick, the prolongated stretch had you drooling. nanami glances at your hand. gingerly bringing it toward his lips, he kisses it, giving it a tender mwah. “kento, ‘m gonna cum a-again.”

“i know, pretty,” he groans, grabbing onto your hand. giving it a firm squeeze. you do the same, interlocking a bundle of fingers with his. his grip was gentle and warm, frantic heartbeat haphazardly picking up speed the more you get a feel of his familiar touch once more. nanami’s always slow with you,

he doesn’t wanna rush this — he hadn’t dreamt of it. already feeling you tighten around him, he invades a strip of your sensitive neck with a plethora of passionate, amorous kisses. “you always taste the same,” and you moan, sobbing cunt gripping down on him so good that it whimpers out a pitchy squelch of its own. his lolled twitching tongue licks against the edge of your shoulder blade once more and your back arches in ecstasy.

he’s never been more in love, with your body arching up backwards at his sweet, sweet hits, you were so close to becoming undone. every pivot of nanami’s hips snap you back to reality before you whine out a needy mewl, tangled digits combing through his unkempt, blond strands. “kento, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“together, my l-love,” his voice falters, and his adam’s apple starts to bob. each delicious thrust of his collapses into your body in such mirroring sync. the rapid, frenzied movements were in complete harmony and beads of running sweat sticks against each skin. nanami gruffly groans, preparing to get milked again, you always did it so so well. squeezing his eyes shut, both broad hands cling onto your hips as he grinds against your core. “c’mon, make a mess on me. ‘m gonna clean you up, promise. give it to me, please.”

your moans were so harmonic, each sound that left your throat coming out to be more elongated. with his cock pounding in and out, he starts to slow his pace down — seeping his teeth into your tender collarbone softly. sharp tips of your fingernails continue to paw at the beefiness of his biceps before within seconds, it happens.

with your lips forming into a lewd circular shape, you’re creaming all down his thickset of a shaft. “kentoooo,” you whine out, feeling your soaked walls clench all around him. he holds you tight, allowing you to form into a puddled mess before he shortly follows. nanami groans, tossing his head forward before a translucent ring bubbles around his heavy base. it comes out in oozing spurts, hot cum pouring into your womb raw.

“ngh, always have me bein’ such a mess for you,” he grunts, pretty arched brows curling up together. nanami sucks at the air, witnessing as your legs grow numb, gluing against his skin. “ah, ‘s gonna be a lot. hold still ‘n take it. take it like a good girl,” and he leans into you, cupping the curvature of your face. “make me proud, baby. thaaaaat’s it. eyes on me, eyes on kento.”

nanami feels a wave of drowsiness dawn over him as he stills himself inside of you. he’s panting right with you, a thumb hooks a strand of hair back toward your face. a school of butterflies flutter inside of you as he’s still dumping a sticky load of velvety thin ropes into your greedy pussy. it’s deeply spewing down alongside of your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i- i love you ‘ken.”

“i love you more,” he whispers, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. he hums at the tiny pout that’s displayed on your lips. you’re underneath him, succumbing into such an orgasmic state that you could barely keep your lashes open. nanami’s not moving anymore but he’s still buried balls deep. a big clammy hand ghosts over your tummy before he nips at your chin. “you’re gonna be such a pretty mommy,” and with a final kiss, you feel him slowly lifting up your leg, tossing it over his shoulder.

and as you gasp, watching him switch positions— nanami then pulls out a wedding ring, sliding it over your bare finger. “but you’d be an even prettier wife.”