#or maybe Buddha

[pandapillow]

I got nostalgic and wanted to procrastinate so I decided to look at the yandere simulator male rivals and man why are they so cute?

I was actually looking at some redesigns that this one cool person did, I forgot to grab their name on my way out of the website, but they did such a good job! They even gave em better names than just adding an o at the end.

And man I hate how this is gonna be all I'll be thinking of for the next few weeks.

[attyrocious]

my works for Corazon week 2023, all compiled into one post so it actually looks chronological as intended. Prompts and IDs are in each image Thank you to @corazon-week for hosting this event and @gendervapor14 for suffering with me writing all the wonderful poetry for each day + throwing ideas at me when im stumped with the prompts

[lilys0evil0twin]

Hiii! I love your writing and I can never get enough Buddha/Shiva content on this app 💜 If it's okay could I ask for some NSFW Buddha with his disciple reader? Maybe he's worried when he sees them talking with other gods and decides to... stake his claim~

Buddha really is territorial and won't share for the world. And there certainly more then one way to make his claim known👀

I may or may not put more yandere in here than I wanted...

I apologize for taking so long once again. Taking a break is like having guests for me. They never know when to finally leave😅

Buddha's day couldn't have gotten any worse. First he had to have an encounter with Loki the first thing in the morning, only to be followed by a (very unwanted) meeting with Zeus. And while having no sweets what so ever. But he could wait, Y/n always brings him sweets. And it was just about time for their daily meditation session. This always brightens his day... They always brighten his day. His life as a god if he's so bold to say.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Entering the garden where they agreed to meet for today, Buddha breathed out a deep sigh. Rubbing the back of his neck to smooth it's soreness. Yet there was a small smile on his lips, after all he's gonna meet them, meet his beloved little apprentice. Heaving another sigh this one more relaxed, more dreamy. He couldn't wait to see them, bringing him sweets with that wide grin of theirs. Seeing them meditate next to him, so close... So vulnerable...

Buddha chuckles under his breath, his eyes lifting to see his dear disciple. Taking a breath to call for them, Buddha stops dead in tracks. His throat closing, the breath he took getting stuck there. Y/n sat there on the fountain edge, looking as bright as ever... With another monk. Laughing loudly, without the care of the world. Grabbing his hand as they lean backwards while laughing. They looked like... Like lovers.

Swallowing the lump in the back of his throat Buddha walks towards them, surprisingly keeping his composure. Stopping right infront of the pair, Y/n greets him happily. "Shaka! Oh look what I brought today! It's from Kintoki-kun." They stand up happily, seemingly forgetting about the monk's presence. Buddha on the other hand was painfully aware of it, but nevertheless he kept his attention on his disciple. Giving them a wide, toothy grin as he takes the candy from their hands. Popping one right into his mouth, Buddha voices his content humming at the taste.

Dragging them by the hand, walking a little too fast for them to follow comfortably. Buddha pulls them into a small room, not really far at all from the gardens entrance. Not bothering to lock the door he lifts Y/n into his arms, pressing them into the wall, his arms keeping them from falling. "What are you doing... You can't do this to me..." Buddha whispers softly into their neck as he presses himself into them so he can keep his hands busy.

The monk in question slowly stood up smiling softly at Y/n. Once Buddha aknowledged him, the monk gave him a respectful bow. Buddha smiled back in response, through he couldn't help the little frown appearing between his eyebrows. So, to avoid any inconveniences, Buddha focused his attention entirely on his little disciple. But as Y/n talked excitedly about whatever, the monk was still there. As if he hasn't noticed any of the signs Buddha sent his way. Plan B it is then...

"Oh no! I forgot to make tea for our session today! Would you come with me dear?" Buddha acted surprised and slightly worried, as is he truly forgot something. He grabbed Y/n's hand not bothering to wait for their response.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Not wasting any second Buddha pulls apart Y/n's silky clothes. He huffs and puffs into their neck as he propes them with kisses, grazing his fangs along their sensitive skin. Feeling a shiver run through Y/n, Buddha let's out a breathless moan using one of his hands to unwrap his robes and fish out his painfully hardened member. Once finally bare he swings their legs around his waist positioning himself right at their entrance. Tip leaking with precum rubs in circles around before pushing inside. Y/n's fingers, now entangled in his hair, pulls hard making Buddha groan as he grits his teeth. With one swift motion Buddha rams fully inside Y/n, their back arching, moaning out his name with a surprised little yelp. Not giving Y/n any time to adjust, Buddha sets a brutal pace. He rams into them without mercy unintentionally relieving the build up stress from today.

"You can't make me feel like this. You're my disciple, no one else's..." He breathes deeply, pressing his forehead against theirs, looking into their eyes as he talks. "It makes me little anxious... Seeing you with others like that." His eyebrows quirking upwards as a small whimper forces It's way inbetween his words. Y/n nods, aknowledging his concern. "Yes... I understand... Mh, I'll tell you!.. ah I'll tell you about others then... So! So you won't worry." It was with a little struggle, but Y/n manages to reply. Their honest words and those little breaths and moans breaking their sentence making him smile. "Yes.. thank you. I'd love that~"

His hands slide down to Y/n's waist, pulling althem as close as possible, pushing just as deep in the process. Feeling Y/n's walls fluttering around him, squeezing him for all he's got, Buddha let's go of the whimper threatening to leave. Y/n spine undergoes another violent shiver and soon cumes undone. The brutal pull of their walls, milking him for all his release, this all was enough to make the god crack. His high approached at blinding speed. Buddha stopped his movements, his head falling onto Y/n's shoulder as they both slowly descent from their highs. Buddha could feel their legs softly shake as they tiredly held him close, his warm release seemed to prolong their ecstasy.

Within moments Buddha calmed down, as if nothing ever happened in the first place. His dear disciple on the other hand breathed hard, small buds of sweat formed on their forehead. Smiling softly at them he kissed their cheek affectionately. "Now, how about some meditation hm? It'll help you call down. Can you stand?" He ask as he slowly lowers them to the ground. With a tired little nod they leaned their weight against the wall. Buddha, not waisting a second, put his robes back in place as well as Y/n's and picked them up again. He left the room with them in his arms and returned to the garden. He sat crosslegged on the grass, placing Y/n in his lap and started his meditation. Not caring about the world around them... Or the smell of sex that followed them.

[creatureimages]

comically iridescent buprestid who i thought was getting eaten by ants

which, after i went away for a few hours and came back, started walking

[etirabys]

the more I age the more I'm turning into my dad (in a good way, surprisingly). one thing I've always liked about him was that he's completely uninterested in why something is hard to do. he was a hyperefficient killing machine of an accountant of the likes i will never match

I used to think "well he has mysterious Thing-Doing Juice, that's why he has no sympathy for people who can't do things", and these days I'm playing around with the additional frame of, "he is totally uninterested in ruminating over the ways in which something is hard, and this is a superpower actually". There's a blurry line between discovering and inventing things about your approach to the needful

these days I increasingly catch myself about to go into a train of thought about the nature of a task's difficulty and aversiveness, and then go, "okay, bored in advance already, I'm going to do something else". (The something else is usually procrastination rather than doing the thing, but sometimes it is doing the thing.)

a related thing I've been doing is working on ruminating less in general, inspired by this (not 100% endorsed by me) guide by a psychologist who specializes in OCD. It's occurred to me that writing detailed accounts of why a task is difficult or bad is clearly a subset of the kind of rumination I want to cut out

I used to get, and still get, something substantial and arguably necessary from ventposting, but the one illusion I'm hoping to cure of myself is that detailed descriptions of the difficulty of a task serves any intellectual function. It gives me a feeling of emotional relief that is probably 'real', and it gives me a feeling of increased understanding of the nature of the problem that is probably 'false'

anyway watch all of this equanimity evaporate next year when tax time rolls around again

[msmc-796-official]

After-Action Report: The Fireman Saga

[PARTIES INVOLVED]

MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury"

MSMC-148 "Neon Scene"

Corsair Mercenary Company / @corsair-mc-official

AGNI clone "Rev" / @revvedandrunning

Hercynian Refurbished Armaments / @hra-official

Monsoon Lance, Dawnlight First and Only

Patrol Squadron Osprey / @albatross-lancer [tangential]

Intern Jimbo, THOR clone "Arthur" / @harrison-armory-incorporated [tangential]

Karrakin Trade Baronies / @ktbofficial [tangential]

+++++++

[CASUALTIES]

0 dead, 1 incapacitated, 2 wounded

MSMC-796-1 "Lockbreaker" // unconscious, stable condition; fractured right arm w/ shattered wrist [prosthetic replacement recommended], third-degree burns across most of the body

MSMC-148-2 "Prowl" // stable condition; second-degree burns across the upper body, temporary blindness

MSMC-148-5 "Stimpak" // stable condition; temporary blindness

+++++++

[DAMAGES]

1 destroyed mech

SSC Dusk Wing "And The Voice Of Apollo Spake From On High" // stable condition; damaged auxiliary weapons targeting system

IPS-N Caliban "Sudden Intervention" // DESTROYED

+++++++

[REPARATIONS - IN PROGRESS]

HRA - reparations paid; turned over the casket of AGNI clone "Rev", along with a confiscated virus harpoon (initially obtained from CMC) from known mech-poaching group "Whalers"

KTB - discussions on necessary reparations ongoing; jurisdiction over final reparations to be overseen by Hades & Jackal, Esq.

AGNI clone "Rev" - d̵͎̘͛̆ȃ̶͓͑̉t̸̨̯̜̅̉ḁ̶̺̗̍̄̑ ̶̱̺̋c̴̨̮͒o̵̤̐r̶̢̧̭͗̃͆r̶̨̢̰͋̅̕ȗ̶̡͕͝͠p̷̼̫͇̃͗t̵̨͍̐͠e̷̟̹̾̑d̶̨̕

[ha, yeah, no, I don't think so. the higher-ups can [AUTO-CENSORED BY PILOTNET] for all I care, we are NOT paying reparations to Rev, especially not after what they did to Kennedi // -- Slipshod]

+++++++

[DISCIPLINARY ACTION]

MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" is on a one-month deployment probation, effective immediately. They may not accept commissions (paid or unpaid), recommend or commission fellow squadrons for deployments on their behalf, send or receive commission offers, or otherwise engage in the field duties of a MSMC Lancer squadron.

However, all squad members are permitted to engage with PR responsibilities as usual, within the updated guidelines handed down from MSMC Upper Management.

MSMC-148 "Neon Scene" is on a two-week deployment probation, effective immediately, following the same terms as above.

+++++++

There, that should about do it. Hopefully command is satisfied with that. MSMC-148 is sending in their recorded footage from the field for review (seeing as they were actually able to get the full scope of things from the sidelines), and all of our text correspondences with everyone have been compiled and timestamped for viewing from as many perspectives as I and Slipshod could track down.

Obligatory thank you to the boys from Hades & Jackal, Esq. for their assistance in drafting this. (Hopefully Slipshod's little "addendum" in the Reparations section doesn't show up in their copy.)

TL;DR - Our entire squad is banned from any sort of field deployment for a month, and we're probably gonna owe some pretty serious reparations to the KTB for blowing a Worldkiller-sized hole in Karrakis during combat (if/when they actually get back to us).

Kennedi's gonna need a new mech once she wakes up, and as far as the medical team can tell us, she's slated for a new arm prosthetic once her burns start to heal over and they can safely remove the old one without damaging anything further. But she is in fact alive, and is currently stable. Sometimes, stubbornness is a good thing.

It's been one hell of a week. We all need some rest. Expect us to be on and off for a bit as we wait for this entire mess to blow over.

-- Angel

[OOC: FC's Note - look for the new tag (#the fireman saga) on my blog to track down all of our side of the story!]

[criesinitalics]

Junk journal ig

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Obsessed with how "Emmanuel" and Daphne aren't even holding hands. Not beating the lavender marriage allegations, guys.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Saint of Bright Doors

a surreal Sri Lankan fantasy about colonialism, revolution, mixing fantasy with the modern world

follows a man raised by his mother to kill his father, a god-like cult leader

but as an adult he puts aside his life of violence and moves to the city for a quiet life

he becomes fascinated with ‘bright doors’ around the city that never open and have no other side, and joins a group studying them to find out more

and a support group for those with divine heritage that becomes increasingly revolutionary, until the task he was made for reemerges and his life upends

[wrecklesspp]

Bro omfg Ive thought abt tweek dying instead of Craig but yall are literally already getting him RUN OVER BY A FUCKING TRUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[akkivee]

there’s been an attack of some sort from someone going under the pseudonym ‘la villa.’ they claim they’ve come from ikebukuro but upon being asked if it might be someone kuukou knew, kuukou obviously doesn’t know lol he fought a lot of people while out in ikebukuro. but they also know this guy used to be in juvie and needed to have stayed there

la villa is iyogi, the guy that got jyushi’s grandma killed

[psy-ay-ay]

i was not ready for this ad

[swallowtailcherry]

Just a random imagine:

Making out with Buddha while swapping a piece of candy between each other's mouths (kinda like snowballing but without cum. Unless-���)

Not me sucking on a lollipop while thinking this-

Also I'm on a Buddha phase at the moment so expect a lot of posts related to him😂

[methinmycoffee]

Man, the world really is falling apart right before our eyes. It feels like nothing will ever be normal again.

This would be a perfect time for a Tweek episode.

[fluffypichu876]

When I started Dark Souls I was already aware that you lost all of your souls upon death, but I admit that I did not expect the game to have an retrieval system! And I really like the way it works.

Thanks to it, dying can actually mean getting more souls, if you're able to safely return to your death point, that is. If you do, you probably had to defeat the majority of enemies in the way (otherwise they just brutally murder you anyway xD), which means that you certainly got a generous amount of new souls on your return trip.

Now sum your retrieved souls with that new amount and get a nice reward for doing your best to survive until the retrieval point!

Of course, there's the risk of dying before retrieving your souls which means losing them forever, but as you get more experient at working around the enemy placement, that barely becomes a problem. Well at least in the area i'm currently at xD. (plus, there's nothing stopping you from returning to the latest bonfire to level up! It's not like you already killed all the threats behind you.).

[vampyroteuthid]

ok well today was a lot better at work until right before i clocked out when i got a weirdly underhanded remark about having an animal science degree for some reason