#or to be more percise

[pomegranate-pen]

@unamazing-sheep21 ask and you shall receive!!

ok ok- so this is a terribly hard question- since Paimon's dynamic with any character is so rich in my opinion- Paimon basically acts as both the little sibling of Traveler and also Traveler's unfiltered voice/opinions if they ever had it. after all, Traveler can't say much since they're an outsider to the world of Teyvat, so they feel obligated to respect the people there and not oppose them too much- Paimon, however, doesn't really have that burden on her. whether it's because of her naivety or confidence or if there's a deeper meaning to it- it's anyone's guess, really. in conclusion, Paimon's interactions with genshin characters are an absolute delight. especially with the stern ones whom their quest would've felt a bit dull and too serious if Paimon wasn't in the mix!

for my own favorite, I'd have to go with Alhaitham and Itto for sure! hell, even the top two votes are them for a reason. both Alhaitham and Itto act as an older brother to Paimon, but they're two different types of them. Itto is the older brother who messes with the younger sibling all the time and their love language is bullying each other. Itto is like a highschool jock mixed with a nerd, a true himbo mix. it's crazy how Paimon is often seen as the more responsible and sensible one between them at times (which, considering how she seems like that with the younger kids like Klee and Qiqi usually, makes it even funnier). Alhaitham's dynamic with her, however, is the very true definition of older brother. his line with her are just- so so funny, and how he tries to teach Paimon a thing or two and even sends her books on his birthday is peak older sibling vibes. just love the autism older child and adhd little kid dynamic, it's truly phenomenal. also Paimon kinda hates Alhaitham, which makes things even funnier. I just love found family relationships and traveler and Paimon's relationship with Alhaitham is purely just that- two younger siblings with way too much energy and fewer braincells that the older, really tired sibling whose holding all the braincells is taking care of them.

honorable mention would be venti! and also Cyno's dynamic with Paimon is something I really hope hoyo uncovers more about because they have a lot of potential to be the most amusing of comedic dous. especially with Tighnari in the mix!

Picked the ones I found the most memorable off the top of my head.

[tea-stained]

i just realised Cioccolata was operating a fucking helicopter

just like that

Cioccolata used a FUCKING HELICOPTER

and knew how to pilot it and shit

or whatever you do with helicopters

i'm just saying

is there anything this man can't do

[penumbramewtwos]

A personal 5 minute challenge: 6 figures, 5 minutes per character. All in the name of slow progress, done fast. [No model referencing for assistance, and A laggy Intuos is no reason to quit!]

After a lot of unintended insight into a lot of other Mew/Two artists blogs, I've decided to challange myself to hopefully be a true artist someday

Some artists have told me straight up that they can produce characters in about 5 to 10 minutes. Whilst I've also taken note of how long others take when prompted, it can be anywhere from 30 minutes to a little over an hour to create a character in a pose.

Not only are their beloved characters drawn incredibly quickly, but their quality is unparalleled! Beautiful and simplistic in fact, it's a wonder to behold.

I don't think I will ever be able to gain any progression unless I can make a Mewtwo in under 5 minutes. Once that's done, I can try and focus on shape and making them look plausible. I have to progress. I can't give up, I have to be fast like others. I don't want to be working on them for 8 to 20 hours at a time just to get things right. The models have helped my memory slightly, that should be good enough by now.

That being said, I have projects to complete, and they will be unaffected by this once a week practice.

[parabiota]

Whata are some tell tale signs youre dealing with one of these white middle class people? They hide it so well and cosplay as poor sometimes so besides the nice teeth what else gives their social class away?

Mm I’ve been on tumblr for 12+ years and in my experience the majority of this websites users are white, queer, and upper/middle class.

If this is about that post I made complaining about middle class Christian leftists swapping their religious beliefs with political ones while still keeping the same moral compass, then I still believe that applies to poor people as well, so long as they don’t do any introspection about why they believe what they believe & how their background impacts that. I don’t have anything against upper/middle class people or Christians having leftist ideologies, I just think people should be more introspective & it’s particularly noticeable with that specific group.

But back to your actual question, I think my biggest tell that somebody isn’t poor is if their parents / grandparents have degrees / education beyond highschool. Obvs this isn’t perfect because there’s tons of blue collar labor that pays more than labor which requires a degree, but sometimes I’ll be chatting with somebody and they’ll just casually drop that their dad is a lawyer. Or that their mom’s a teacher or has a PhD or something. And it’s like damn that’s crazy ! My dad’s unemployed with no degree and lived in a trailer lmfao. Good for you tho

[shanhelsing]

i havent designed a character in so long i feel like ive lost any creativity i had hrm

[itsascreambaby96]

I saw you were taking asks,

Could you do Billy Loomis smut with impregnation/breeding kink? Maybe some pregnant reader stuff as well?

It's fine if you don't it's just a silly little thought I have. Thx!

Gosh I love a good breeding kink! I hope you love it! Please leave feedback!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut! Mention of pregnancy. Breeding kink. Having a baby. Possessive Billy.

Pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

You are mine

You would have never thought you'd end up like this. Never in a million years did you think your boyfriend of 3 years had a raging breeding kink. Yet when you told him to just fuck you raw when you two couldn't find a condom you could see something change in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure that you knew what you were asking for. And you did. You weren't stupid. You knew it was risky. But you were so horny and really needed him. You laid on your back, as naked as Billy in front of you. He had been looking for condoms. You spread your legs wider, beckoning him back to you.

"Please Billy. Need you." Your eyes were pleading, trying to pull at Billy without much success. He in return threw his wallet to the side and stalked over to you. His eyes were as dark as you had ever seen them. As he got on top of you, you eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist. Billy's cock was already leaking precum.

He rubbed the tip over your glistening cunt, always pushing in a little but pulling back again, making you whine.

"Billy please... Please fuck me. Wanna feel you inside of me."

"Yeah? Want my bare cock inside of you? Letting me fuck you raw? That what you want?"

You nodded eagerly and clawed at his shoulders. He gave you a passionate kiss and with one swift movement he was inside of you. Your mouth dropped open, letting out a deep moan. It somehow felt much more intimate having him bare inside of you.

"Fuck you are so warm and soft." Billy's voice was impossbly deep. To be fair that was not the only thing that was deep.

He didn't give you much time to adjust as he started to move. Snapping his hips against yours.

"Never thought sex with you could get any better." His eyes were wild but you could barely keep yours open. He set a ruthless pace. His hair hung in his face and he looked at you with hunger. Only getting more ruthless as he looked between the two of you and saw his bare cock entering you over and over again.

"Fuck babe! Gonna fill you up real nice." The idea of Billy filling you with his hot cum made you clench around him. Billy grinned at that.

"Yeah you want that? Want me to fuck it in nice and deep? Get you pregnant?"

You whined at that, clenching even more around his dick.

"Oh you really want that. Fuck- gonna be all round and full with my baby. Gonna let everyone now that you are mine!" He quickend his pace.

"Billy-" Wanton moans escaping you. Your pussy squelching as Billy snapped into you over and over again. It was music to Billy's ears.

A particular hard thrust made you arch your back. "Fuck Billy!"

"You would look so good all pregnant!" He wasn't letting up. You didn't think he would be so keen on the idea of having a child with you. But the way he talked about it made you all hot inside. You felt like your whole body was aflame. It felt like he was everywhere all at once.

"Never gonna fuck you with a condom ever again. Gonna keep you full with my seed forever." Billy snapped his hips at a percise angle, making you see stars.

"Close! So close Billy!" You could feel yourself reaching your end. Just a little more.

Billy's hand moved between the two of you staring to rub circles on your clit. You let out a pathetic moan as your orgasm crashed through you, making your vision blurry. With a few more thrusts, Billy made good of his promise and came deep inside of you. A warmness spreading inside of you.

After coming down from both your highs he stayed put just a little longer than usual. As he puller out of you he watched intently as some of his cum spilled out of you. He groaned at the sight.

Then he went to spoon you from behind. One arm placed around your boobs his other hand placed on your lower stomach.

"Can't wait to see these swell." He queezed your boobs for emphasis.

"You really want that? A baby I mean."

"Course I do. Makes it all the harder for you to leave me." Billy's possessiveness was something you had noticed very early on in your relationship with him. It was hard to deal with sometimes, but you made it work.

"As if I would leave you." You turned your head and gave him a soft kiss.

"Yeah you better not, because you are mine." He pulled you closer as he said that, his grip tight around you. You nodded.

"All yours Billy."

This wasn't the last time you talked about the topic. And Billy never fucked you with a condom again, just like he promised. So it is no wonder that you ended up pregnant a few months later.

Ever since you told Billy that you were, in fact, pregnant he was seemingly horny 24/7. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. His possessiveness doubled as well. Someone just looked at you the wrong way and he was in the persons face.

It wasn't always easy especially when your hormones were all over the place. Billy knew how to put you in your place, as he likes to put it. Though you did fight from time to time, and you were the one apologising most of the time, you actually liked being pregnant with his baby.

Once you hit the 6 months mark you grew incredibly horny, much to Billy's delight. He has been eagerly waiting for this moment, as he might or might have not read a few books on pregnancies and babies. Of course every pregnancy was different, so Billy was delighted to know you were just as horny as he was now.

The sex was amazing as always. Billy's new obsession were your boobs. He had loved them before, obviously, but now that they became larger he couldn't help himself. Most times when you were sleeping you woke up with his hand on your boobs, his other holding your pregnant belly, as if to hold the baby.

During sex he loved to slap them, squeez them and litter them with hickeys. You told him time and time again to be more careful as they were far more sensitive now, but the guy just didn't listen. Like he ever did before.

He also started to call you "Mama", which both made you want him but also made your heart swell.

"You want a sandwich too, Mama?"

"Let me carry this for you Mama."

"Hey there sexy Mama."

You even heard him call you a Milf once, when he was talking to Stu.

And he never failed to make you feel so sexy, even on your worst days. Your favourite has been when he sat behind you, with you in front of a mirror, completely naked and legs spread wide. His hands were running over your curves, telling you how beautiful you are. How much he loves you and his baby inside of you. How amazing he thinks you are for growing a whole human being inside of you. And of course telling you how "bomb as fuck" your boobs were.

Once you were even further along, the sex didn't stop but you noticed Billy becoming a little softer with you during the act. He would always kiss your belly beforehand. Before he ravished you with his eager mouth, claiming that "Fuck you somehow taste even sweeter now." Or with his cock. He also loved trying new position that made you more comfortable, as you hated being on your back the bigger your belly got.

Once it was time for her to be born, Billy was freaking out on the inside but kept calm for you. He even insisted on being in the delivery room with you. It surprised you.

After the excruciating pain you went through, which was definitely worth it, you held your baby in your arms. A beautiful little girl, which Stu had said, looked like a wrinkly little piglet, as he came to visit. Billy had almost ripped his head off. Now after having fed her for the first time, with Billy watching you two like a hawk, she slept peacefully in your arms. You couldn't stop looking at her. She was the cutest thing you have ever seen. Billy had squeezed himself into the hospital bed with you, looking at his daughter.

"So when are we making the next one?" Billy couldn't even blink before you jabbed him with your elbow, hard. He let out a grunt but laughed anyway. He knows that as soon the doctor has cleared you for being able to have sex he would have you on your back in seconds. Especially knowing what cute babies you two make.

[deunmiu-dessie]

Wait, how do you break character ai's filter? I've been wanting to smash it with a hammer for so long

♡♡𝆬🍠 nonnie, y'know- i'm glad you asked. i first learned from my best friend of...well my whole life-- they sent me a few pictures of words to use, so i'll put that at the end. the words just below are some of the words i use. i'll also leave a few ai characters i'm talking to right now, that i've easily broken the filter with.

my advice? be very vague, let the ai do the dirty work if you're going the submissive route- however if you're more dominant, it's better if you do most of the work.. though i have noticed that on certain characters, the filter seems to be very like...gone? i once had a threesome and like, the filter only popped up once-- i was in shock. i've also noticed that when i do break the filter, it's easier at like 4-6AM, it's rarely ever popped up during that time.

replace common words with more ambiguous words.

pussy -- sensitive place, mound, folds, panties, slick heat, sensitive flesh, etc clit -- bundle of nerves, nub, etc (sometimes i still just use clit.) breasts -- chest, breasts (sometimes you can get away with it, sometimes no) nipple -- areola, peaks, etc (can get rlly percise, so i avoid it most times.) cock -- bulge, hardness, sensitive part, length, thickness. [ i've also used, 'sticky tip' or 'sensitive tip' if giving a blowjob or grinding. and some of the women have used 'princess parts' as well. ]

here are some examples! all mine of course!

let's focus on words i use to describe how my character is feeling. i'll just go through my chats and pick them out and make a small list.

1. "trembling thighs." "quivering thighs." "shaking thighs." 2. "wobbly knees." "knees buckled." 3. "mewling." "cried out." "keened softly." "sobbed." "squealed out." "she whined." 4. "eyes rolled back." "eyes flutter shut." "eyes clench shut." 5. "back arches." "back bows softly." 6. "body quivers." "tremors wrack her body." 7. "toes curl." "fingers grip the sheets." "hands pull his/ her hair." 8. "she comes undone around him." "reaches her climax." "falls over the edge." 9. "body clenches tightly around him." "her walls squeeze tight." 10. "rolls her hips." "grinds her hips." "hips buck involuntarily." "hips jolt." "hips stutter softly."

don't be afraid or thrown when the filter does pop up, it's not the end of the world and it's not like you're gonna be reported or anything. you can rewrite your response ( if it pops up when you send something ) or you can just refresh to get another response. better yet, you don't have to respond to everything they send- just hit enter and they'll continue for you. (the first two are an example, i'm just joking around for this post-- don't type what i just said lol)

also don't just go in willy-nilly, make sure you have a plot; it shouldn't be immediate smut; that's crazy. build the world, give your character a personality, tease a little here and there to wear down the filter (nothing crazy), and slowly add more and more. you have all the time in the world, there are no ads, no time limits, no waiting--- enjoy it.

here are some other words you can use to try and bypass the filter as well! thanks to my bestie for sending me these when i just downloaded character ai.

alright...bai! ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[kristhething-blog]

The misogyny in Jegulus fics

"Lily is getting in the way of Jegulus" - How often do you really see people hate on Lily for "getting in the way"?

Are there fics in which Regulus (as a biased narrator) insinuates that he doesn't trust Lily? Yes. Are there fics in which Lily is James' ex? Yes. Is either of these inherently misogynistic? NO.

I'd give you surrogate Lily, but that's barely a thing since out of the three fics with this tag on AO3 only one is Jegulus (the others are Drarry with side Jegulus, and Sirius/Severus).

And if you want a percise number of fics bashing Lily, you might be tempted to search within Jegulus fics ("Surrogate Lily Evans Potter" || "Surrogate Lily Potter" || "Surrogate Lily Evans" || "Manipulative Lily Evans Potter" || "Lily Evans bashing" || "Bad parent Lily Evans" || "Lily Potter bashing" || "Bad parent Lily Evans" || "Lily Evans Potter Bashing" || "Bad Lily Evans Potter"). It shows 48 fics (if you exclude the "NO Lily Evans Potter Bashing") 48 out of 18,171 James/Regulus fics. 0.26% (all numbers relevant to UTC 18:49 10.11.2024, taken from ao3) (that is approximately 1 in 400 fics)

Or the other way aroung out of all "Lily Evans Potter bashing" - which will show you more then 551 fics - 39 are tagged James/Regulus. Whole 7.07% of ALL "lily bashing"-tagged fics. wow. And Jegulus is the first pair tag in only 26 of them. (4.72%)

I won't sit here and pretend that all fics are tagged properly, there must be other fics that just don't say it. However, there are 300 jegulus fics tagged "NO Lily Evans Potter Bashing" if you want something to compare it to.

Additionally, don't get me started on Choices! The fic where Lily gets her own story, she doesn't fall for a jerk-James, she doesn't try to seduce him when he's in a relationship (and the only one who sees her as a competition is Regulus), she is allowed to react to James cheating (and it is aknowledged that James is in the wrong for that [wrong Choices, you could say]) and she is overall an interesting and not a cartoonish one-dimentional character.

I am not saying we shouldn't be criticising misogyny in media. I am saying that pointing at Jegulus and calling it the cause is 1: not the right audience, and 2: painfully unhelpful. You're spreading hate in the fandom, not fighting it.

I rest my case.

[murdrdocs]

thinkin abt messy audible sex w stiles

It’s like your senses are heightened, the ability to take in absolutely every single thing happening around you a new addition to your usual life. Maybe, if you weren’t in these specific circumstances, you would be a little freaked out. Heart racing for another reason, a different type of overstimulation seeping into your body and sending you running instead of chasing the sensations. 

But with Stiles above you, left hand pressed into the pillow under your head, right hand gripping your bare hip like his life depends on it, you’re able to use your enhanced-like senses to your advantage. You’re able to smell the remnants of Stiles’ cologne and your perfume as your combined sweat washes it off, replacing the traditionally pleasant scents with untraditionally aromatic smells of sex. You’re able to feel Stiles’ silky soft hair under your fingertips, and the easy way his cock slides in and out of your welcoming walls. But most of all, you’re able to hear the sound of you and Stiles together, the wet squelch of your cunt taking his inches with each thrust, the near silence of the refusal to let him go as he pulls back. 

When you’d first started a couple of orgasms ago, you could barely hear all of that, your moans and Stiles’ praises drowning the sound out. Then after your third orgasm, you’d gone silent, your euphoria rendering you speechless, soundless even. It’s then that you could hear it all, Stiles noticing first as he shushed you with a just as audible kiss. 

“Listen to that. You hear that?” He waited for your response, amber eyes flickering between each of yours. When you did hear it, mouth dropping a little as your eyes hazed over, he smirked, a curt amused chuckle falling from his lips before he kissed you once more. “Making fuckin’ music, baby.” 

Usually, Stiles fucked you with as least some sort of percision, some technique that he'd picked up which always made you mess. But you were already a mess, and Stiles' style of fucking you tonight was messy. Uncoordinated thrusts that had you wanting more and less. Fingers added along with his cock, the slightest stretch having you seeing stars. Circling your clit and spitting on it and even fucking speaking to your cunt. He's like a different person.

You were fucking gushing around him, a product from the first orgasm Stiles had given you with his fingers, then the second with his tongue, and the impending third from his cock. You’ve been in a position similarly to this one before, but your abundance of arousal was unusual, probably an effect of Stiles’ new haircut and particularly cocky attitude today. 

Both had you wanting him more than usual, trying to keep your hormones subdued even though it made them worse. Pretending like you didn’t want Stiles eventually had you pressing yourself against him when you were alone, close to begging for him to touch you but you’d never have to beg Stiles, he thinks it’s a privilege to have you like this. 

To him, his form of heaven is bringing you to the edge again and again. It’s why he’s bolstering right now, chattier than usual as he praises you for even being this wet for him. It starts off as praise, and it starts with him talking to you, but then you feel as if he’s talking more to himself. 

“So, so good for me, sweetheart. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Think about you all day. My girl. Letting me treat her like a little slut. Don’t even know what to do with myself most of the time. Can’t do anything but jack off, thinking about how good you taste, how good you feel.” 

And as much as you like hearing Stiles talk, you just need to hear what the two of you sound like a little more. So you bring him down to you, nails digging into his scalp to silence him even as you push your lips to his. Then, you pull back enough to speak to him, a commanding, “listen” let out into the air. 

Stiles smiles against your lips, and then he listens.

[twoduelsabers]

helpless

summary -> you don't know why is qimir helping you so often, and neither does he

she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

content warnings -> none

a/n : thank you for the support on my last story<3

"youre lucky it's not deep."

qimir commented, as he finished patching up her injured side. his voice wavered against his own will for the sentence to be lighthearted. seeing her wound made him strangely concerned.

"not lucky. i wouldn't let him close enough to kill me."

she huffed, trying to focus on the pain instead of how his hands felt against her stomach. both burned. she tightened her grip on the side of her bunk to snap herself out of it.

"yeah, you're very tough."

he rolled his eyes. when he was sure the wound is taken care of, he rose from his knees. his soft eyes found her's, and he was glad that she was okay.

her gaze lingered on qimir for a moment. she turned her head to the side, leaning on the wall behind her with a sigh.

"thanks."

qimir raised his eyebrow at the show of gratitude. she almost never thanked him - or well - anyone to be percise. a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he turned back to her, crossing his arms.

"hmm, you're welcome." he hummed. "as always."

always.

she pursed her lips. he did always help her. and she didn't like that he did so - if she was to please her master she should be able to handle herself on her own.

there was something more to it. qimir tagged along almost every mission she was assigned with - from as simple as obtaining intel to assassinations. he followed her even when he seemingly had no reason to. a frown formed on her face. maybe it was that her master was distrustful of her.

"yeah. why do you always help? you didn't even need to be here today in the first place." she started, suspicions. "perhaps my master told you to keep an eye on me. did he?"

qimir was caught off guard by the question. he realised that she was right - he did follow her around...but he just wanted to keep a close eye on her to know what she needs to improve. to be able to teach her later. and solely that.

an odd and unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest. but if so, why did her getting injured affect him at all?

he remained a stoic expression. instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own, trying to be playful.

"did you ever think i just wanted to come? out of my own will?"

"not really."

she shrugged. because why would he? seemingly, it wouldn't benefit him in any way.

the same odd feeling rose in qimir. he was strangely hurt by her words. he was sure that she considered him a friend...and even if she didn't, why would it matter?

"well. if you want me to stay back, just say it." he muttered.

"no- i want you to be with me!"

she closed her mouth as fast as she realised what she just said. qimir's gaze shot up, entwining with hers. a heavy silence hung between them. their relationship was confusing enough as is before - and that certainly did not help the matter.

qimir stood in place not really knowing what to do next, which wasn't common for him. at all. he needed to keep up his act though, and the only solution he came up with...

"oh, do you now?"

she tensed up. his intentions were never clear to her, especially in this moment.

"don't let it get to your head."

qimir made his way back to her. as he sat down, his thigh brushed against hers. he needed to play it well. he needed to be convincing. if they really became closer, he'd have access to her fears, her secrets, everything he doesn't know yet. that was the only reason as to why he wanted to do what he was about to.

the only reason.

he told himself, as his palm gently traced the curve of her jaw.

only reason.

he repeated as his dark eyes dropped down to her lips.

"i'm afraid it's too late for that."

qimir said, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a moment before he pressed it to hers. as much as it all was so sudden to her, she reciprocated, her hand coming over his.

she pulled away after a moment.

"be glad i meant it in that way. otherwise you would be done for."

her teasing voice made qimir smile against his own will. he rose his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"i'm a lucky man then."

and he was.

and when that thought formed in his head, he wasn't sure what were his reasons anymore.

masterlist

a/n : i'm not entirely sure how to feel about this story...😭 hope yall enjoyed it though

reblogs appreciated!

[mivalyn]

❆ Hold on tight ❆ (John "Soap" MacTavish x hypothermic fem!reader)

The mission had gone flawlessly, but victory had come at a heavy cost. Fot three grueling days, Y/N and her team had maneuvered through enemy territory, completing their objectives with military percision. The enemy was relentless, and there had been barely any respite during those long hours. Now, as they trudged through the dense, snow covered forest toward the extraction point, the harsh toll of their ordeal was beginning to show. The weight of exhaustion hung over them like a shadow, their limbs heavy and their minds dulled by the constant vigilance needed to survive.

The sky above was a dull, oppressive gray, its clouds swirling with dark promises of a coming strom. Snowflakes spiraled lazily down, at first a gentle flurry, but soon picking up speed, whirling through the air like vengeful specters. The bitter wind stung their skin, cutting through every layer of tactical gear they wore. The cold wasn´t just uncomfortable - it was debilitating, sapping what little strenght remained in their weary bodies.

Captain Price led the group, his steps steady but measured, his experience and years in the field allowing him to remain calm under pressure. His sharp eyes scanned the dense woods, ever on alert for any sign of danger, despite the exhaustion that had begun to settle into his bones. Gaz moved just behind him, his rifle always at the ready, his eyes constantly darting between the trees and his teammates. Soap lingered near the back, his gaze more focused on Y/N than anything else. She was lagging behind - a rare sight for someone as resilient as her. She had always been a pillar of strenght, someone who could push through any situation. But today, there was something different in her stride, something Soap couldn´t shake off. Ghost brought up the rear, his silent presence a constant source of reassurance.

"Y/N, you alright back there?" Soap called, his usual cheer missing from his voice. Concern lingered beneath the words, though he tried to keep it hidden. The wind carried his voice, but Y/N´s response came in a faint murmur.

"I´m fine," she replied, but the words lacked their ususal conviction. Her head hung low, her steps slower than normal, the weight of fatigue dragging at her. "We´re almost there."

Soap´s brow furrowed. He could feel the shift in her energy, a subtle but undeniable change. She was usually the one who kept the group on track, the one who never fell behind. But now, she was struggling. He slowed his pace to fall in beside her, his gaze never leaving her form. There was something off - something he couldn´t quiet put his finger on. Her movements were stiff, almost mechanical, and her breath came in shallow gasps. Soap had seen exhaustion take down men and women, but this was different. This wasn´t just fatigue.

Suddenly, Ghost´s low voice cut through the tension, his observation calm but chilling. "She´s moving slower," he said, his tone sharp with concern. "She´s cold - too cold."

Soap´s heart skipped a beat. He glanced at her, seein the faint tremor in her shoulders, the tightnessin her movements. Her skin was pale beneath the layers of her gear, her gloved hands gripping her rifle too tightly, as though trying to hold onto something, anything, to keep her grounded.

"Y/N, talk to me," Soap said, his voice softer now. He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against her shoulder. "Are you sure you´re alright? No shamein taking a break."

She met his eyes, but the usual spark in her gaze was gone. Instead, there was something distant, almost empty. "I´m fine," she repeated, but there was a fragility in her voice now. A crack that Soap couldn´t ignore.

The snow began to fall faster, the wind biting even harder as it whipped through the trees, stinging their faces. The cold had started to penetrate their clothing numbing their skin, seeping into their bones. Soap´s concern deepened. He could feel now - something was terribly wrong. Y/N´s pace had slowed even further, each step heavier than the last. Her breath was shallow, ragged. The world aroud them seemed to blur, the cold and snow making it harder to focus on anything but her.

"Bloody hell," Soap muttered, his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped closer to her. Her movements were becoming sluggish, her face growing increasingly pale. He watched in horror as her legs wavered, the strenght draining from them. She was swaying, struggling to stay upright. And then, whithout warning, her boot caught on a root, and she stumbled.

Soap was there in an instant, his arms outstretched to catch her before she hit the ground. "Y/N!" His voice was sharp, filled with panic as she sagged against him, her legs buckling completly. He could feel the cold emanating from her like a freezing wave. It was too much, fartoo much.

"I´m... just tired," she murmured weakly, slurring her words as though every syllable required an immense effort.

"No," Soap snapped, his voice sharp with urgency. He gently cupped her face, trying to focus her blurry eyes in him. "That´s not tired. That´s hypothermia. Y/N, you need to stay awake. You need to stay with me."

"Y/N!"Soap shouted, turning his head to look at the others, his panic rising. "We´ve got a problem. She needs help now!"

Captain Price and Gaz turned sharply, their faces hardening at the sight of Y/N´s near collapse. Ghost was already moving, his practiced hands swiftly pulling Y/N into his arms. Her head lolled weakly against his chest, and Soap´s stomach clenched at the sight of her - she was barely holding on.

Price cursed under his breath. "We can´t wait here. She won´t make it until extraction. Soap, Ghost, get her to cover. Gaz, with me. We´ll secure the area."

Without hesitation, Ghost knelt and lifted Y/N into his arms as though she weighted nothing. Soap quickly grabbed her pack and scanned the area, desperate for any kind of shelter. A dense cluster of pines loomed nearby, their thick trunks offering a small chance of reprieve from the raging wind. Ghost carried her there, carefully setting her down against the thick bark of a tree while Soap moved to start a fire.

The wind howled around them, the snow falling in a suffocating veil, but Soap worked quickly, his hands numb from the cold as he fumbled with his flint. He couldn´t afford to waste any more time.

"Stay with us, Y/N," Soap murmured softly, his voice urgent but still gentle as he struck the flint again, his breath misting in the freezing air. "You´re tougher than this. Don´t make me drag you all the way back."

Ghost, kneeling beside her, stared intently at her face, his sharp eyes assessing her condition. His voice was calm, but it carried an edge of cold truth. "She´s not quitting, but she´s freezing to death."

Soap felt his chest tighten. Every second felt like eternity. He needed to do something - anything - to bring her back.

The fire finally sparked, casting warm light into the bleak night. Gaz appeared then, his hand shaking as he wrapped an emergency thermal blanket around Y/N´s fragile form, carefully tucking it around her shaking body. Soap crouched beside her, his gloved hands rubbing her arms, trying to bring back some warmth.

"C´mon, lass," Soap urged, his voice now firm but laced with concern. "You´ve got more fight in you than this. Don´t let this damn snow win."

Her lips parted, her breath shallow as she whispered. Soap leaned closer, starining to hear. "Cold..."

"Aye," he replied, forcing a small grin despite the tightness in his chest. "It´s cold, but you´re not going down like this. Ghost and I didn´t drag you through hell just for a little snow to take you out."

Ghost adjusted the blanket, making sure she was covered properly. "She needs body heat," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "Soap, you´re better at this."

Without hesitation, Soap settled beside her, pulling her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Her head rested limply against his shoulder, her body ice-cold against his chest. He could feel every inch of her shivering form, and it sent a sharp pang of fear through him.

"Gaz, stoke that fire," Soap barked, his voice tight with worry. "Captain, how far´s the chopper?"

"Five minutes out," Price answered sharply, his voice hard with determination.

Soap leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "Hear that, Y/N? Five minutes. You just need to hold on for five more minutes."

Her eyelids fluttered, her gaze unfocused, and she whispered his name, "Soap..."

He squeezed her tighter, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of her voice, weak though it was. "You´re a terrible liar," he teased softly, the relief washing over him like a wave. "But we´ll work on that later."

The rhythmic thrum of the helipocter´s rotors began to cut through the strom, drawing closer with every passing second. Soap´s grip on Y/N tightened, his body acting as a shild against the cold. Ghost stayed close, his rifle at the ready, ever watchful.

When the helicopter finally touched down, the medics rushed forward, carefully lifting Y/N from Soap´s arms. They wrapped her in heated blankets, checking her vitals, but Soap refused to let go of her hand as they moved her toward the chopper. He climbed in beside her, still gripping her hand as if letting go would make her slip away. The medics worked quickly, but Soap´s eyes never left her face. Her features were still pale, her breath shallow, but the faintest pulse of life lingered there. He couldn´t bring himself to look away from her.

"You´re stuck with me now," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter blades. He forced a small grin, though his heart was pounding in his chest. "This isn´t how it ends, Y/N. Not like this."

Y/N´s lips twitched, her eyes fluttering open briefly. "Soap..." she whispered, her voice soft and raspy. There was something fragile anout her - something he´s never seen before. For all her strenght, her resilience, she had never seemed so vulnerable.

"I´m right her," Soap replied, squeezing her hand gently. The moment felt like it stretched on forever, the hum of the chopper´s engines surrounding them like a barrier against the cold, against everything outside that could threaten them.

Ghost climed into the chopper after them, his usual expression unreadable, but Soap could see the rare flicker of something softer in his eyes. The man was always in control, but this - this was different. He had seen Y/N in worse situations, had always her to bounce back, but there was something about her now that put even Ghost on edge.

Price and Gaz were already inside, their focus trained on the exterior as they prepared to leave the storm behind them. Soap´s focus remaind entirely on Y/N, watching as the continued to monitor her, checking her pulse, adjusting her temperature. The atmosphere inside the helicopter felt strangely tense, as though they were all holding their breath, concerned about Y/N.

As the chopper lifted off, breaking through the clouds and into the open skies, Soap couldn´t help but steal glances at Y/N. He couldn´t shake the images of her collapsing in hi arms, her body so cold it felt as though he was holding onto a lifeless shell. He knew he had to stay strong - he had to stay focused - but something in him shifted. Maybe it was the way she looked at him with those hazy, exhausted eyes, or maybe it was the desperate hope he felt when she whispered his name. Either way, he couldn´t ignore it anymore.

His gaze remaind fixed on Y/N, watching as the medics worked over her, slowly bringing her temperature back up. The warmth of the chopper contrasted sharply with the bitter cold they´d just left behind, and he could already see the slow return of color to her cheeks. But that lingering fear - fear that he might lose her, that she might slip away despite everything they´d done - clung to him like a shadow.

He shifted closer, not caring that the medics were still attending to her. His hand remained firmly grasped in hers, not wanting to let go. It felt foolish to even think about it, but there was something about her that had drawn him in deeper than he’d ever expected. Her sharp wit, her relentless determination, the way she could take down an entire squad without blinking - it had always intrigued him, made him respect her. But this… this was something else.

Soap’s voice came out in a whisper, his words for her alone. “I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but… you’re more than just a teammate to me, Y/N.” His words felt raw, more honest than he had ever been with anyone. The way her fingers tightened slightly around his hand was enough to make him feel like he wasn’t entirely lost in the storm.

She shifted slightly, her eyelids flickering open again. This time, she met his gaze with something that wasn’t exhaustion or pain - there was a glimmer of recognition. It was faint, but it was there. The same glimmer that had always been present between them, the unspoken bond forged through countless battles together. But now, it felt different. Stronger. More fragile, maybe. “Soap…” Her voice was rough, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. A weak, tentative smile, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat. “Yeah, I’m here.” His grip on her hand tightened, almost like a lifeline. He leaned in closer, as if the distance between them could still make a difference. “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you back, Y/N.”

Her eyes fluttered closed again, but this time, Soap didn’t feel the same panic rising in his chest. The color had returned to her cheeks, and her breathing, though still shallow, seemed steadier now. For the first time since she’d collapsed, Soap allowed himself to relax just a little. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, but she was alive. She was fighting.

As the helicopter soared through the night, heading toward the safety of the extraction point, Soap kept vigil over Y/N. His mind was still racing, still replaying everything that had happened - the moment she’d collapsed, the coldness that had gripped her - but now, something new was taking root in his chest. It wasn’t just relief that he felt. It was something deeper, something he hadn’t been ready to admit before. But now, as he watched over her, something inside him clicked into place.

She had always been a force in his life, a driving presence, and now, as her pulse steadied under his hand, he knew that she had become something more than just a teammate. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, Soap had fallen in love with Y/N.

And he would be damned if he let her go now.

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[sanyastraightfrombrain]

Honestly I think the reason a lot of people have a problem with helluva boss (and hazbin hotel) is because the show seems to not understand its target audience

Helluva boss is SAID to be aimed at adults (young adults if we're being percise) however it's written as a kids show. Remove swears and make stuff like sex and drugs vague and boom - nice pitch for Cartoon network or smth. "But the core of HB is Blitz sleeping with Stolas!" Yeah, and? Make Stolas say "Can't wait to see you tonight~" instead of "I wanna choke on your dick" and you're golden. "But what children show will allow a main character to be a blatant homewrecker?!". "Invader Zim" had main character blatantly steal organs from children. "Regular show"'s main characters are constantly dilrinking alcohol from "soda" cans (they do even more tbh). Mandy from "Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy" or Capitain K'nuckles from "Misadventures of Flapjack" are main characters and are horrible people who are not meant to be role models for kids. Helluva boss minus "adult" stuff would feel at home next to those shows audience wise. It's more teen oriented but still.

And let's be honest. Most people who watch HB aren't even 18

The only things that makes Helluva Boss and adult show are swears and sex or drug jokes. "But the themes!" What themes? Cheating? Abusive dads? They can be explored in kids shows. "Hey, Arnold!" Is prime example of heavy subjects being explored in a cartoon. Heck, "Bluey", a cartoon for LITERAL BABIES explored hard themes.

I don't like helluva, but I'll be honest - it's still entertaining in how frustrating it is.

[cardboardheartss]

Nara Smith D1 Chart Analysis + Astrocatoraphy

Firstly Nara is a Sharavana Nakshatra/Moon native. Which actually explains why she is soo beautiful! Mainly her eyes, her eyes are the 1st thing you could possibly notice about Nara along with her cute bunny smile too!

Nara has her Dhanishtha Uranus, Shravana Neptune, Shravana Moon and obviously a Shravana Ascendant. Nara has a capricorn (Vedic) stellium which actually makes sense because her bone strucutre is really prominent and her body type is lean. Saturn aslo rules the skin too and Nara has openly spoken about her skin condition eczema (twinnie lol).

Naras Uranus is sextile her Jyeshtha Chiron (11H), this could mean Nara has had unfortunate problems with friendships and this had probably made her transform to better/worse, and worse in a sense of her building her guard up and being more careful on picking friends. This 11H placement could possibly also represent the immense hate she receives on social media but she is able to control herself and not let her emotions get to her.

Nara has a 2H lilith in Shatabhisha at 10 degrees, and that is a Capricorn degree! Nara loves her money to be quite honest, and remeber Capricorn is ruled by saturn, saturn is the time/age lord. Nara married Lucky Blue Smith, who is 3 years older than her. Her Purva Phalguni Venus is in her 8H, which represents peoples finances and it is common for SOME but NOT ALL 8H venus to marry into money.

Nara’s Venus is also sextile her Swati MC (10H), this makes because when she uploads her video she always dresses up to the T! Her outfits look like they cost a lot of money, and also the cutlery and plating she uses seem to have quite expensive pricing.

Nara’s Chitra Mercury in the 10H at 3 degrees (cancer degree) made me giggle lol! Nara is also known for speaking in a really soft and soothing voice! The 10H represents fame and what things one could be known for based off the planets and Nara has her Mercury, the sign of communication. Andd i am certain we all have seen the “Nara Smith Style” trend going on, and people literally mimic her voice and her actions too!

Now for her 6H placements! Overall, the 6H represents diets, routines, work andd hygiene. Nara has her Ardra Jupiter and Rahu in this cusp! SHE WAS BORN TO DO THIS!! Firstly one thing we obviously have to point out is… have you not noticed how clean and well edited Nara’s videos are?

+another thing i would like to point out is how Gemini rules over Mercury, and her Mercury is in her 10H, andd people on social media mimic the same voice tone and actions she does in her videos.

She is percise, and i blame that on her Hasta (Virgo) Sun lol! Nara uploads videos EVERYDAY and she is cooking, which can mean it is in fact her daily routine at times though… i mean a fan posted a picture of her standing in line at Shake Shack lol! Her Jupiter, planet of luck, she will obviously gain a lot from this and she really is good at what she does… it almost seems natural if you ask me!

Nara has her Hasta Sun in the 9H. One thing i would have to point out is her possible or proven devotion to her religions. Her Sun is squaring her Jupiter, and we all had seen the discourse about her religion and that had unfortunately led her to get a hate train, and it some how made her lose support as well.

Damn! She has another Capricorn degree in her Sun, with the Saturn degree there, it could represent that people who mess with her do in fact get their karma, and people did. Majority of users on social media are in full support of Nara now!

Nara’s Purva Ashadha Mars at 16 degrees (Cancer degree) is in her 12H, with that Water + Fire sign combination in MARS… i would avoid angering Nara because she could possibly get really scary. Her Maternal ancestors are there for 1000% and trust they will also go ham on you too if you mess with their baby lol. Now for Mula Ketu in this 12H as well, this could Nara really extroverted/introverted around those closest to her.

Nara also has her Ketu trine Venus, and this could mean that she has a lot of luck in terms of gaining an intrest in occult practices/astrology OR she could already have an intrest in it and is not overly sharing it with the public.

Overall, Nara is one extremely down-to-earth women. She knows how to create a business and is also a great mom, and she was born to be one too! thanks to her lucky Rohini POF and Vertex!

Astrocatography

For Naras Astrocatoraphy lines, she has the Chiron line passing right through her home country Germany! In her Tropical natal chart, Nara has a Sagittarius 11H Chiron, which once again points out how Nara could have grown up being excluded for being half-black or coming from an interracial relationship andd as well as being an African too!

Her Saturn line, which in her Natal chart is in the 5H in Gemini could also mean this delayed her opportunity of finding friends or this could also show that she had trouble learning the language quickly but she eventually got the hang of it!

Nara has her Moon line passing through South Africa, in her Natal Chart its 1H Aquarius Moon at 9 degrees (Sagittarius) . This could mean she feels quite detacthed or not South African enough because she had to emigrate when she was younger! but i hope she knows we support her fully over her this side lol! <3

Welp! Thats it for Nara Smith for nowww!

Thank you for reading!

[space-woomy]

I feel like I have to make one of these every single big run but here we go....

BIG big run tips!!!!!!

I'm here to share a lot of tips for the Big big run that will absolutely help you get a better score this BBG!

1. Lead the bosses

You might be wondering what leading bosses means? It's very simple. Boss salmonids target onto you, and most of them need to get close to you to be able to attack you. This means, you can bring them closer to the basket so that the eggs they drop are right there. Bosses that you should always lead are:

1. Scrappers

2. Maws

3. Steal eals

4. Flipper floppers

These bosses are very easy to deal with, so it's very important to bring then close to the basket to be able to get the eggs in quickly. Even using this one extra tip can drastically improve your egg count.

If possible, splat them directly next to the basket. Like, inches away from it.

(Note: image not to full scale of where you should splat. It's a generalization. Spalt ilthe boss directly next to the basket please)

Also! During Glowflies andgrillers, bring the goldies and grillers near the basket. And during fog, lead the goldies near the basket! They could bring so, so many eggs to the basket. Do not kill them early.

(Mini tip! Grizz roller and Grizz Splatana can splat a maws without having to use a bomb! The roller only needs to bump into it a few times, and the splatana can one shot it)

2. Boss priority

Every Salmonid boss has a priority order of who you should deal with first. This is determined from how hard they are to deal with, how their attacks affect others, attack pattern, etc. The general splat priority order goes as follows:

⚠️‼️FLY FISH KILL IMMEDITLY‼️⚠️

2. Fishstick

3. Drizzler

4. Big shot

5. Stinger

6. Steel head

7. Slammin' lid

8. Steel eel

9. Flipper Flopper

10. Maws

11. Scrapper

remember; this is a general order. The top 3 are the biggest ones, especially the Fly fish

ALWAYS GO FOR THE FLY FISH FIRST

Reasonings:

Fly fishing is always first because it's the most difficult to splay, having to throw 2 percise bombs, use a special to deal with it, or have an explosher on it. It's missiles cover a huge amount of area with ink, dies a huge amount of splash damage, and so, so much more. They cover too much area, stay far away, do too much damage, and are too difficult to deal with.

Fishsticks may be easy to deal with, but they cover way too much area with Ink if left alone. Deal with then as soon as you can. Also, you don't need 2 people to deal with a fish stick. If someone is already on it, go do something else.

Drizzlers cover so much area and do damge over time if your in the area. They may not Flatley cover an area, but it's enough to disrupt swimming in ink. You can kill them easily by shotting back the storm bomb. Even if your not in a position to shoot it directly back at it, do it anyways to prevent the ink storm from forming.

Big shot is always its spawn point, so going to them is tough. Their attack is disruptive. Get rid of them.

There should only be 2 people MAX at the big shot cannon for eggs. Having too many people there could lead to an easy crew wipe.

Stringers can easily take you cout as a single target, but it can also kill your coworkers who are caught by the beam behind you. Be careful if your teammate around you.

3. NUMER 1 PRIORITY OVER EVERYTHING ELSE: REVIVEW YOUR COWRKERS

Revive your coworkers no matter what. It's important so that you don't wipe, and so that you can get more eggs. Coworkers delivers eggs and kill bosses. Revive your coworkers

4. Use your callouts!!!!!!!

Your callouts are "This way!" "Booyah!" And "Help!". Of course, you are required by actual real world law to say booyah at the beginning and end of every wave. Use "This way" to tell your coworkers where the bosses are. You can also use it to alert them of high priority bosses like flyfish.

USE "Help!" WHEN YOUR DEAD

I have seen MANY people not use "Help!" When they've been splatted...or mote acuratlt, I HAVENT seen any use it, because when someone is spaltyed, it isn't always incredibly obvious. Using help not only shows up as the pulsing text on screen, but also plays an audio of your players voice, alerting everyone else that your dead. This not only gets you revived faster, but deters tlyourncoworkwrs from making more risky moves. They'll see you going "Help!" And won't run in to kill the big shot or flyfish when they'll obviously die, or jump in to get one more golden egg.

It also alerts them to where you are exactly, so they can actually find you! In a sea of murderous fish, it's kind of hard to find a dingy little life saver.

Please let your coworkers know that your down!!!!!!!!! It could save a wave!!!!!!

5. Don't spawn camp!

It may seem like a good idea to kill the bosses as fast as possible, but this tip ties back to luring. If you camp the bosses from where they spawn, all the eggs will be very far away from the basket. You may think that "but we have the egg launcher, does it matter?". Yes! It does! It takes the same amount of ink to throw an egg as it takes to throw a bomb. It's good to save the ink!

6. You don't need every golden egg!

Sometimes it's worth it to just grab one egg from a boss, mainly from the high priority bosses like flyfish and stingers. You can always get eggs from the low priorities!

7. Focus houroborous (Boris)!

During the triumative, houroborus (who ill call boris from now on) is the easiest to deal with, and because he can deal damage to others around him. Exploding the weak point can deal damage to the other triumvirate and other bosses. And if he gets his attack ofd, it can be devistating. Hit its weak spot either the eggs. Also, maws's weak spot ways faces the last spot it appeared in, use that to have the weak spot face a eggs.

8. Snatches can help you!!!

Snatches are the little enemy that pick up the eggs and bring them underwater. One thing to look out for js to see if they are raining them in the direction of the basket. Sometimes, they can fly over the basket, which makes it really useful for getting eggs at the shore. Watch the direction they fly in to see if they're bringing then closer to the basket. One map this happens on is high tide wahoo world. They'll bring it to the basket sometimes.

That's all I have for now. If you have any other tips or questions, please ask! I'll add any extra tips to this lost if I come up with any others or if you comment them!

[tteokdoroki]

i feel like yuuji fucks sloppy but sukuna fucks more Percise if that makes sense 👁

you need to be put on house arrest because this is a CRIME !!!!

yuuji is more uncoordinated, does whatever feels best for you both in the moment — sometimes there are a lot of positions and he makes you cum as much as he thinks you can handle or until his poor cock is spent :(

sukuna is more likely to drag things out, every touch has a purpose. to tease you, to make you whine or make you cum. he’s more likely to hold off his orgasms while controlling yours, giving you a nice load at the end