#read the room i beg

[truegenius]

i say this as a long time supernatural fan: fuck that goddamn destiel meme

[scatterbrainedbot]

cass, a professional: order of badass donbot, extra dramatic entrance!

me, nodding, banned from most kitchens: leo drama and angst, heard chef!

(shoutout to @somerandomdudelmao for yet again making feel emotions i cannot fully explain)

[andi-o-geyser]

percy's dead?? percy's dead and you're having sex??? oh jail. jail for a thousand years

[vorbarrsultana]

on today's episode of making the grishaverse make sense: trying to come up with somewhat historically plausible title for nikolai

[caspersscareschool]

he literally sews his kids stupid little outfits from scratch does anyone even fucking care

[veerbles]

very curious about public opinion

honestly we all know post ck kaz is putting his whole back into making the council's lives miserable until they stop slavery. but what about the 1/13 of them that is uhhhh maybe like his friend or something (don't ask him to admit this out loud. he won't)

[hopeforkitten]

I was inspired by the lines of playing a warlock from the game, and I really wanted to describe the psionic mind fucking from your patron. Yes, it took an unexpectedly large plot for this

Everything was going so well and fast, wasn't it? All such vile problems with illithids and maggots promised to end with a crown of divine power on your master's head. Raphael's stories and dreams have just been passed on to you, and you set off through the back streets of Baldur’s Gate to continue your journey. However, this sunny warm day was suddenly replaced by darkness and cold....

A dull blow to your head and rough palms that pull you by the arms into the alley.

Next, the cloth cloth of the bag is on you, your twisted body and the smell of dust. Gradually, he was completely blown out by the icy wind as the noises of the two loud kidnappers grew louder. They argued and grunted until your head was completely lost in space due to the chaotic shaking.

Soon the cold disappeared, the smaller bag remained on your head, and your hands were handcuffed. You were led for a long time, supported by scaly hands, through the corridors in relative silence.

The bag was abruptly ripped off your head and you were blinded by a golden light. Your eyes adjusted in a few seconds and you stared at the huge figure in front of you. The devil was sitting on the throne and you realized that it was Mephistopheles. There were removed portraits in Raphael's archive, and when they were examined, the most unsuitable for his style was found. They were similar in face, but the style of clothing, facial hair and the shape of the horns were definitely not in Raphael's preference. The portrait was engraved on the frame "Archdevil of Cania Mephistopheles, beloved father" you then winced when reading and Raphael's brief answer was enough to understand their relationship to each other.

But now he is in front of you and you swallow realizing the depth of your position in hell.

Its horns stretch upwards and then to the sides, separating like a red deer. He has a beard on his red face, and his wings hang loosely behind his back. A black robe exposes the chest and hides everything else, you wonder if there are hooves under this dark cloth.

The golden eyes sparkle at you with interest, and the face smiles like a winner.

"So you're Raphael's special interest, aren't you. Tell me how my son is doing."

He throws a brief hand gesture, leaving you at a loss. What should I tell him? Is Raphael okay?

"Em... He makes deals and conducts typical devilish business"

Your mouth dries up from such a weak potential of eloquence. You are nervous and look down at your hands, they are in iron shackles and covered with frost, your hands are pale and how strange that you do not feel cold. The desire to move them loses out to weakness, which, along with the cold, spreads from the iron on your hands.

"No, little lamb, I want to hear the answers. They say he is more active than ever, what inspires him to do this?"

Again, my head is empty, what kind of question is this anyway?

"Em... his ambitions? He's your son, what else can you expect from him. And by the way, I think he won't really like it if I say too much..."

You blurted out your thoughts as if they could change your position. Nevertheless, keeping at least something in mind seemed like hard work. The power emanating from the archdevil made you lower your head and press your neck into your shoulders.

"That's how things are... Then let's make it easier"

Mephistopheles shifted his support to one hand and looked somewhat disappointed. He lifted his wrist up and with a lazy movement of his fingers, pain pierced you. It was as if these fingers pierced your temple, and an invisible force prevented you from pulling away or indicating your pain. The last thing you see clearly is the face of the archdevil in front of you before your gaze is covered with white smoke.

Further events continued to happen without your will. You hear Mephistopheles' questions, you hear your mouth answering him, but the pain in your head makes you want only to lean back and squeeze something in your teeth.

Your head turned out to be a place of battle because you clearly felt two presences. One is seeking from Mephistopheles, and the other is protecting from your patron. The first one inexorably cut through the passages in your brain as Raphael's defense retreated further and further. It was unbearable that you couldn't even show your trembling. There was a taste of blood in your mouth, and warm trickles flowed from your nose when you felt that Raphael's presence had disappeared. Before you is the laughter of the devil, and then the sounds when you talk about the Crown of Karsus, that one of the thieves was an old guest of Raphael, about the plans of the dead trinity and about such lucky adventurers that they almost handed the crown into the hands of his son and, of course, about his plans to conquer hell.

Your story ended, and you felt that any intrusion into your head had stopped.

The haze in your eyes remained only along the contour when you were forced to look up exactly into the face of Mephistopheles.

"Tell me, little lamb, does my son love you?"

He leaned forward a little while sitting on the throne, waiting for your independent answer.

"I... I don't know

You spoke uncertainly. It was unpleasant to move your lips while droplets of blood from your nose flowed into your mouth, and you couldn't stop them with your shackled hands. You cringed, expecting another intervention in your head, but it did not come. Only the Archdevil's evil and low laughter followed.

- Of course he loves, otherwise he wouldn't have been so compliant in protecting your little head and you'd be dead. He had the opportunity to defend his plans, but he didn't do it.

He leaned back in his chair and he didn't even need to voice an order for you to be taken away, he just waved his hand towards the doors.

This time you were led through the corridors without a bag on your head, but after all you were not up to examining the interior. Soon the golden environment turned to gray and you were thrown into a prison cell. Three cold walls of iron bars and one cold wall of stone, next to other similar rooms. At first glance, they are empty, but in the next one you notice a lump of clothes, it seems bones are visible at the edges. This image of a former prisoner flashed through your mind as you leaned against the wall and slid down it powerlessly. The cold enveloped you like a blanket when you felt the air burning your lungs more and more.

It is not known how much time has passed, but someone was shaking you, there was only a warm dark spot in front of your eyes, and a hum in your ears instead of a voice. It is interrupted by a sharp pop and a flash when, instead of the cold of kania, the heat of averno pinches you.

Your vision thaws and you understand the picture. Raphael is hugging you to him in the middle of the portal room. He is on one knee when your back is on the other, and his hands are hugging your face, threatening to leave a characteristic burn on it. There are new emotions in his face-worry and regret.

"My treasure, I'm so sorry."

He's talking to you.

Someone quickly distracts his attention. His face returns to its usual expression when he barks an order in response.

Your jaw thawed only after you were loaded into a warm regenerating pool, right in your clothes so that it would not burn your cooled skin. Only your head was lying on a cushion by the pool, and Raphael was sitting next to you, holding his hand in your hair.

"I... Raphael.... he asked, and I had no choice...."

You wanted to apologize and tried to find the words, but they didn't come to you.

"Shhh... Sweet, it doesn't matter. It's not your fault."

He told you to be silent and his words thawed your soul.

It's important that you're here. It begged to jump off Raphael's tongue, but he restrained himself. He's already fallen too low today. It is unlikely that Mephistopheles really cared about his son's plans, he only wanted to harm him. And there was no better way to do it than through you, a concentration of his potential power held together by affection.

[umactuallycallie]

I post a lot of angsty heathcliff on here so for once I have a nice man instead!!! Unfinished George Emerson

[insecateur]

people online get so upset when they see people vibing in a way that goes against the "expected" vibe fr. like i'll make a post about wanting big men to get dominated and someone will feel the need to reply "not me i like the opposite" yeah you and every goddamn bitch in the universe my guy make your own post i s2g. anyway the bigger and manlier a male character is the more he bottoms and subs it's the law now

[hershelchocolateart]

Obscure character prompt for @layton-npc-appreciation-week! I struggled a lot before the event thinking about who would count as obscure, so I ended up picking Ling-Ling from a Mystery Room manga-exclusive case! I fell in love with her design the second I saw her, and I thought she was really sweet! I had a lot of fun doing something in black and white too c:

[swansongofalyre]

how does one get @books to feature them in a writer spotlight?? asking for a debut author who is desperately trying to avoid learning other social medias.

[g33ktragedy]

hello???? i love my autistic son

[akkivee]

Speaking of the hypmic stage actors, I've seen a few comments on twitter/x where some were sad about the recasting mostly because they really liked how Takano-san and Hirono-san portrayed the Naughty Busters and the two seem to get along well. Are they good friends IRL? I've yet to see any vids on them hanging out so I got curious about it. (sorry if this is a weird question)

ITS NOT A WEIRD QUESTION I MISS THEIR NAUGHTY BUSTERS TOO LIKE EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO THE MUSIC THEY MADE TOGETHER THEY PERFORM AT EACH OTHERS CONCERTS AND DO EVENTS TOGETHER AND I HOPE THEY CONTINUE TO DO SO EVEN IF THEY DONT HAVE A HYPSTAGE SIZED EXCUSE TO CAPITALISE ON

[doostyaudi]

Literally on my hands and knees begging my sister to stop using the word "savage"

[puptoy]

This fantasy includes: sports boy bullying, locker room sex, gender play (a queer sub with a pussy who presents as masculine, referred to as "bitch" and "boy" and with female anatomical terms), edging, denial, begging, humiliation, cunnilingus, implied penetrative sex, slight voyeurism

Thinking about you cornering me after practice again. maybe you came back in to get something you forgot and spotted me changing - noticed again how, underneath the clothes and padding, I'm smaller and softer than the other guys on the team.

I notice you watching. At first I'm so nervous, but hell- I like the way you look in sweatpants, your hair still wet from the showers. I don't stop undressing. I let you see me work the shorts down my hips, my thighs. I watch you watching me. You look hungry. I feel like prey in the best way, and you step closer. Closer, until I feel you hard against my hip and your strong hands groping and kneading my ass.

You growl in my ear. You say, "You've been waiting for this haven't you?" I shake my head. I was just changing- But you slip your hand around and rub your thumb slowly up, feeling l how I'm soaking the fabric of my underthings. You rub a slow circle around the top and smirk when I tilt my hips to chase the sensation.

"C'mon now. I've seen you staring. Sneaking glances," you say, feeling up my belly, my chest, pinching at my puffy pink nipples just to make me squirm. Your breath against my throat, you squeeze me tight, enjoying how easy I am to overpower.

You tell me I'm a natural. 'S alright, some boys are just made for this. Made to take it. You're not saying every boy with a pussy is a submissive little bitch, but you can definitely tell I am. Even if I had a hung dick I'd still be your bitch. You sit me down on the bench, peel my last layer down and see how my wetness sticks to the fabric in strands. I try to close my thighs but you pry them open, sliding the pad of your thumb down slick pink lips, pushing down further to feel how soft and warm I am inside.

You work two fingers into me. Tight but pliable. I look back at the locker room door- Fuck, man, what if someone walks in? But you don't seem to care, focused intently on teasing and stretching my cunt, feeling how I clench on your fingers when you bury your face against me, lapping and suckling at my clit.

Fuck, I'm not feeling this, I'm not letting my dickass cocky team captain make me beg- But you keep backing off and slowing down right when I'm getting close and I can't stand it. Finally I'm whining: pleasepleaseplease. You curl your fingers, rub against a sweet spot inside, and purr: "Please what? You wanna cum? Fuck, you're easy for me. That didn't take much."

"Yeah, nn, I wanna..."

"C'mon," You say, "Use your words, pretty boy." You don't ever let me off easy.

"Fuck, please, I wanna cum!"

"Then say you're mine. My lil' bitch. Remember how you drank my cum last time? You're so easy for me," you say, slowly sliding your fingers in and out, in and out...."I remember everything you said. This pussy's mine. Just admit it again."

"Nnnnh you're mean, dude!" I protest.

You bite my thigh. I've been so close for so long. I break.

I'm losing my mind, I don't care that you'll hold this against me later. I whine and beg, "My pussy, m'pussy's yours, pleaseplease please lemme cum please I wanna cum, touch my pussy please I need you, just touch me please!"

"'S yours, I'm yours, your toy, your bitch..."

"What's mine?" you ask, just to be totally evil.

"Good boy," you praise me and I moan. This time, when I start squirming and getting close, babbling about how good your mouth feels, you let me tip over the edge. My clit twitches against your tongue, the aftershocks have me panting.

You start to pull back but stop when I make a bereft noise and reach for you. I can see you hard in your sweatpants and I lean up, reach out and press my palm against the obscene bulge. You make a sound and a face that tells me you're not as unaffected as you want me to think.

Honestly, I'm thinking with my pussy at this point. I keep rubbing you through the fabric, wet my lips and ask, "D'you want me to blow you again, or... do... something else?" I trail off, embarrassed by what I'm implicitly offering.

You growl (oh god, how do you even make that noise, it's so hot) and manhandle me again, grabbing my hips and guiding me to flip over. You push my front half down into my pile of clothes and towels, and I go willingly. We're both too worked up to play more games.

[grimmweepers]

im a sub girl through and through but when im unwell enough about a series, i later do a rewatch in dub and levi's voice in dub is terrible for my wellbeing