#ridicoulousness

[thunderboltfire]

Irenicus-ass couture.

[lzrsaugust]

recently ive been thinking (shockingly) but i really want to know more about andras and his personality and his relationships with lucien and tamlin, so heres some headcanons of mine in chronological order of when i thought of them

andras is maybe like the captain of the something guard of the high lords family, and is like the father figure that tamlin needed

andras is the son of the captain of the something guard of the high lords family, and is tamlin's childhood friend

andras is tamlins cousin- really funny story of how to came up with this but i was listening to hidenburg lover by anson seabra and the one line from the chorus "And I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't know from the start, That there was something in between us that would tear us apart" kinda hit me like, omg- what is andras was closer to tamlin that he let on, the angsttt >:3

or it could be like the above but that andras is one of his brothers' son held hostage by their father to control the brothers (yikes i hope that makes sense) and its still a similar situation from the above

andras is a refugee from another court that joined the sentries to help the court that helped him during amaranthats reign and became friends with tamlin and lucien

andras is luciens friend at the start, like a gaurd or a servant from the autumn court that came along with him when lucien escaped the autumn court

andras is somehow friends or related to the peregryn guard whos thesans lover, and when that guard was pining for thesan so was andras like they gon be bonding over pining after their high lords

[duckduckngoose]

Having those devil-ish thoughts again (considering buying a Sims 4 pack)

[faaun]

i missed a neuroscience lecture and apparently it was the hardest one of the module bc they packed like so much content into 1 lecture to the point where they set up an extra support session/tutorial thing just for this lecture and i haven't watched it and it's in a few mins and the professor was like i will engage all of you in this meeting :) please dont !!!

[frootloopfox]

thinking

[kudravi-nesit]

While we're on the topic of a new phone, holy fucking shit are these user agreements going to be the death of me.

What do you mean my gallery needs permission for it to access my photos and videos? Hello? HELLOOO???

Not to mention that most of the agreements are optional, except for the terms and privacy policy, but they make it exceptionally hard for you to find the option to opt out or just say no to it.

It's hard for me to manage around all of this information, let alone anybody else who might not be well-versed in tech. We really are living in a distopian reality...

[not-so-bored]

I'm about to finish the Literature Revision planned for yesterday and I won't be behind for 90 minutes, and then it'll be a new day and I'll be late again

[ramblingsofadragon]

Of course on the day I'm going to a concert I get an inflammation on my lower back. I'll have to stand for like six hours today you can't do this to me!!!

I fucking miss my commute when I had to walk three hours everyday combined or rollerskate for an hour. That was the shit and it did so much good for my health

[thunderboltfire]

Should I add communicative Symkarian to my CV, or something?

(Actually, what they speak in the game is Hungarian with Russian accent, but Hungarian nonetheless.) Long story short: using an actual natural language as a stand-in for a fictional one is a generally acceptable move. However, I rarely if ever see it used in settings as closely mimicking the real world and with so little in-world sense.

Somewhat baffled at this move, I embarked on a wiki to learn something more on why Symkarian is apparently Hungarian, and... Not getting into details, Symkaria as a whole seems to be a worldbuilding dumpster fire that somehow manages to be an alt-hist Hungary lookalike with a fake mustache AND be your run-of-the-mill mini-Russia at the same time. What can I say, hip hip hurray for nuanced (fictional) Eastern European representation.

[jellyfitzjelly]

crying over stressing out about my fic bc i don't want to be torn to shreds for not getting j*son right ✌️

[skullinahat]

oh noooo...

OH NOOO......

[pinnedwords]

Stranger things modern au hcs

-Max and Mike kick each other out of the party's gc constantly but El always adds them back

-Nancy is a pinterest girlie

-Steve and Robin have an ridicoulously long snapchat streak

-Karen is a facebook mom

-Billy makes those cringy y/n thirst povs on tiktok (yk the ones i'm talking abt)

-Dustin is a Minecraft Addict

-Murray is a redditor

-The party did the 'passing the phone to' trend and it went viral on tiktok

-Will is kinda popular on instagram for his art

-Joyce created a gc for everyone in case the ud shit starts again

-Argyle posts the most unhinged shit on tiktok and his videos had like 7 views everytime until one of them blew up and then he became super popular and even verified

[sygneth]

"You give me your hand, don't you ever ask why, promise me nothing"

Holmes College Adventures Masterpost

Chapter 2:

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

AO3

It took a while, but it's finally here!! THe last part of this chapter, long, as I promised (the canvas for this is almost 35 000 px long...)

(Again, I didn't wont to make the post ridicoulously long, but if you'd like to see it as a one neat stripe, it's on AO3)

I am not sure if I made it clear earlier, but kind of from the beggining of this chapter I knew there will be another one, to elaborate on the events that must have taken place after what Holmes told Watson in GLOR, but before Victor's leave. I hope to draw theses couple of scenes that I have in my head too, sometime soon but I will have to take a moment of break, as the next week or two are going to be intense.

Again, I want to hug everyone who kept me motivated to go with this chapter, you are all a real treasure and reading the comments is literally making me want to live again <3

[tojigasm]

What about like Step!dad Jake w oblivious reader. So like she doesn’t realize that Jake is flirting w her until she hears him jerking off while calling her name (she thinks he’s hurt or something cause she’s innocent but walks in to see his hands wrapped around his cock)

IM DROOLING OVER THIS (I LIVE FOR UR WRITING)

I blame my mutuals for getting me into this... more specifically Kells and Eden because now I'm suffering from stepdad Jake brainrot

Tw: stepcest, daddy kink, pet names, teasing

God he's sick on you. Obsessed with the way you're so painfully naive to his casual flirting and the way you walk around in your tiny little outfits around him; skirts that end just below the cusp of your ass and pretty pink crop tops that your perky nipples poke through. And jesus, he swears he's losing his mind.

Sometimes he thinks you're doing it on purpose, making your way down the stairs in a baby pink mini skirt and top, bows clipped into the thick of your hair. And Jake's immedielty calling you over from the kitchen, asking where you're headed so dressed up; and it's the way your eyes get all big and round, so blissfully unaware of the blood rushing to his cock, pressing a tent into the fabric of his pants.

Its when you saunter throughout the den, necklaces adorning the pretty blue of your soft skin, that he hisses a "fuck" under his breath.

He watches you bend over to pack your purse, palming the swell of his cock as your skirt rides over the plush of your ass, pretty pink panties on full display as your tail swishes back and forth, gently grazing the backs of your thighs.

With a groan, Jake makes his way over to you, pulling the tip of your skirt down, "Change your clothes," he scolds through clenched teeth.

immediately your cheeks flush with heat, "Oh, I-" you're too embarassed to speak, tripping over your words under his sharp gaze. "M'sorry, I-I didn't realize-"

"Walkin' around these tiny little skirts n'thongs," his voice is deep with strain, "Fuckin' ridicoulous." Shaking his head, he pulls you up by your braid to push you onto the couch.

you're jolted by the rush of it, blood rushes to your head as he pins you to the couch, scrambling over your words, "I don't-"

you're cut off by a large hand grabbing at your jaw, squeezing the plush of your cheeks. "Shut your fucking mouth, young lady," Jake seethes, pressing his free hand into the soft of your thigh, massaging the plush of it, pushing your legs open. "Don't act dumb, kid," he moves to cup your heat, palm slick against the soaked fabric of your thong.

immediately you grasp a hand around his wrist at your jaw, other around his forearm before he's scolding you, "Put your hands down."

retracting, you dig your hands into the cushions beneath you with a shaky whine. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes drift to the door, suddenly aware of just how open you are - legs spread in the middle of the den where your mother could come back from her outing at any minute. Jake doesn't miss the way you unknowingly clench your thighs around the thick of his hand between your legs, fabric of your thong wet against his fingers.

"What, y'worried someone's gonna walk in?" he teases, slipping his fingers under your dainty thong to sink into your soaked pussy. He smirks against the puffy lips of your cunt, moving to bite the inside of your thigh with his canine, "scared your mom's gonna see you gettin' your tiny little pussy fucked by your stepdad?" his finger curls along your gummy walls, petting at the spongey patch in you with strokes that send shivers down your thighs.

you nod, whimpering in his hold, drool spilling over your swollen lips, lifting your legs some to press your heels into the couch, "Daddy, please-!" you're choking on sobs, tears spilling over your cheeks as he scissors your cunny.

"Yeah, I know." you can hear the eyeroll in his voice, "Stop fuckin' whining. I'll give you what you want."

Jake kicks your feet apart enough to kneel between your thighs, hand dropping from your jaw to slip your legs over his shoulders. You go to grab at him, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pulling your arms to the side, "keep your hands to yourself." the warning in his voice is enough not to test his patience.

He watches you for a moment, gaging your reaction before he drops your wrists to the side, pushing you to lie back against the couch with his hand, "Let daddy take care of you."

Keeping a blue hand at your chest, massaging your breasts through the fabric of your top, he presses his mouth to the soaked lips of your cunt, inhaling the scent of you with a hiss.

"Hnghh," your breath hitches when the rough of his nose nudges the button of your clit, digging your hands into the cushion beneath you with a moan.

Clicking his tongue when your cunt pulses around his digit, Jake groans, "You're such a good girl." he kisses your clit, eyes jumping to the door teasingly before he's pulling back with a smirk.

"M'gonna tear you apart." meeting your eyes, he places your feet to the ground again, moving to sit one knee on the couch beside you, pulling your skirt up over your hips to expose your cunt. Sliding his hand between your thighs again, scissoring you open.

"Look at that," he hums, "Gonna let me in there, sweetheart?" his free hand still massaging into the fat of your breast, "Gonna let your stepdaddy fuck your little pussy?"

you can't help the way you moan at the vulgarity. head falling back to rest on the top of the couch, grabbing at the wrist of his hand at your chest when you cum, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

He laughs, watching your thighs shake under his hold, "Good girl," Jake leans down to kiss you, biting at your soft skin as you dwindle from your high.

And suddenly he's standing between your shaky legs, cupping his large hands under your thighs to press your knees into your chest, forcing you to slip down the couch some.

Squatting onto the couch above you, feet on either side of the plush of your ass, he's sinks into you with a groan.

"God, you're fuckin tight," Jake's brows furrow, thrusting in and out of you gently, resting a hand on the soft of your tummy when he bottoms out.

teary-eyed, you grasp on to his striped forearm with a sob, "Hnngh, ahh,"

Jake speeds up once you've relaxed some, cupping a hand behind your head, "good girl," he kisses you softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

your voice wavers, choking on the heat of it all - and it's almost too much; the stretch of his cock against your gummy walls, his thick hair tickling the soft of your hot cheeks, his hand behind your head as well as the one that pushes into the couch beside you.

Jake pants shakily above you, hissing a groaned "fuck," when he bottoms out again, "God, you're so pretty," he presses a kiss to your forehead and you squeal, "Daddy's pretty girl, huh, sweetheart."

"So deep, so deep," you chant, swollen lips parted in a silent moan, "fuck, daddy!" you cry, digging your nails into the blue of his ankle, "Haa...haa"

Jake drops a leg to the ground, hiking your legs over his shoulder with a heavy thrust. The girth of his cock stretches your heat so deliciously that you struggle to breathe, gasping through choked sobs and broken moans.

"M'gonna cum," Jake circles your clit gently, "Gonna let your step daddy cum in you, fill ya'up?"

It's all so fucking vulgar and God he wants to eat you alive. Wants to consume you and fill you and rip you apart all at the same time.

His swollen length stretching your soft walls isn't enough. The claim he has on you serves as merely nothing in his mind when you're beneath him, thighs spread and cunt stretching around the girth of him.

The way he can fucking feel your cunt throbbing when you cum around his cock is all too much.

The heat of him spilling into you pulls a sob from your plush lips and Jake's ears fall back in a hiss, cock still thrusting into your pussy as his seed spills down the soft of your ass.

"Jesus Christ," he chuckles through a hoarse pant, thrusting his cum deeper into you. He bottoms out once more, fat balls resting against your soft folds before he pulls out to stand over you.

still shaking, you bring your fingers down to scoop the cum that's spilled out of you back into your swollen pussy with a giggle.

Jake's cock throbs at the scene, bringing a hand to your jaw, he pulls you up to rest on your knees against the cushioned couch. Kissing you, he brings a hand down to cup your cunt, teeth grazing your bottom lip, "Who's pussy is this?"

you nearly melt at the heat of his words, shifting side to side on your knees in his hold, "S'yours, daddy."

"Go upstairs and clean yourself up and maybe daddy'll fuck you again later, how's that sound, kid?"

you nod at that excitedly and Jake smiles wamrly, "Yeah, thought you'd might like that." He pinches your thigh softly before realseing your jaaw.

Moving on shaky legs, you make your way off the couch and up the stairs to your room, Jake's eyes on you from his seat at the couch.

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

ex-husband!satoru blurb, reader and satoru have a daughter named saori, slight angst

your skin feels cold when it used to feel warm by his side, satoru stands not only 3 feet from you as he peers down at your daughter as she sleeps in your arms.

"I can stay over at a hotel." he offers. the both of you were here for satoru's dad's birthday party. his 60th birthday, followed by a grand dinner. and of course you were invited. of course you would, you literally had given birth to his favorite (and only) grandchild.

"don't be ridicouls." you shook your head. truth was, satoru had arrived a day early since his daughter asked to see him, but not taking into account how busy the city would be this weekend was, almost every hotelroom was resereved. something about a famous celeberity in tour for the weekend rose in the talks.

"you can take the couch," you offer, "but I'm sure there's another room in the suite. I can even call the staff to bring in an extra bed." you knew shoko's words were ringing at the back of your head, at least his girlfriend won't be coming, she said. satoru had been with nora for nearly 6 months now. and according to suguru, from shoko, he hadn't even presented her to his dad. it's just proof he's just waiting for something to happen in this last family reunion, she told you.

"are you sure?" he asked, walking on eggshells, "I... I don't want to make this-"

"-saori would really look forward to having her dad around. maybe you can make pancakes with her in the morning. I saw the kitchen here had some supplies you could use. she's been really into baking as of late." he nods.

"yeah, but still..."

"it's not like we're sleeping in the same room, satoru." you sigh, thinking twice if annoyance rang in your tone. "she's fine," you reassure him softer, "we're fine."

a minute passes of thought, and he nods.

"let me take her to bed for you."

there's a nervousness in your hands when he takes her from you, and you clam your hands hoping to get rid of the sensation by the time he's back. your throat itches, and your heart feels heavier. you've never wanted to scold at shoko more than now, why couldn't it be her? she'd be so much better at doing this than you, you thought.

by the time satoru returns, his sleeves are rolled up before he rubs his palms against the front of his pants, "I... do you...?"

"tomorrow's a big day," you answer, softly adjusting a pillow, two, for satoru. he had a habit of holding pillows in his sleep. "it's your dad's birthday."

"I know," he wants to say something, "are you nervous?"

"not really, why would I be?"

"I don't know," he breathes, "I just thought... after the divorce..."

"he hasn't treated me any different, and I'm grateful for that." I can't say the same for us.

"he's always liked you," satoru scratches the back of his head, "it's kinda hard for him not to. not when you've blessed us all with saori." there it is again, that feeling in the base of your chest. it's anxious, eating you away like tiny ants, taking bits and bits from you soon to leave you empty in a long silence.

"I heard you and nora were trying to concieve," there's some regret after you say those words, and your nose burns at the thought of continuing this talk. your eyes averted to the ground.

"I... well, you're not exactly wrong..." he breathes, uncomfortably, "it-it's in the talks..."

"and you want a son."

"not..." he breathes then huffs, no words as fast as yours.

"I worry about saori," I worry about us. "about... another baby... another..." you breathe, "it's a big change. permanent."

"she'll be fine if we talk to her," the fact is, are you okay?

"I don't know," you murmur below your breath, enough for satoru to catch on.

"I... I feel like I should say something...."

"you don't have to," I don't want to make you uncomfortable because I'm already uncomfortable. "you just... you have new plans." that don't surround us.

"but..." your eyes swell in tears, making you face away from him. "when we seperated, we promised to always work together, to support one another in anything we do. especially when it came to saori," the back of your nose stings, "if this makes you happy, then... who am I to say no?"

"you're the mother of my daughter first and foremost," he says, confidently. "and you were the love of my life second." he says, "one of those will always stands, but the other calls for you right now."

[carlyraejepsans]

Wait so if Frisk is so determined that they can even take hits from a god and have other ridicoulous feats of defiance and determination, why didnt they rebel against us in anyway? I mean kris does it, so why does Frisk do so? Like we do some pretty messed up stuff in some routes and Frisk is just like, "lmao sure" My personal headcanon is that Frisk, much like us, treats undertale like a game, which is why they arnt afraid of death and why they are so determined, but what's your take?

i don't think our will is supposed to be taken as separate from frisk's in the same way as there is an obvious rift between us and kris in deltarune. i just don't think a player x MC conflict is something toby concerned himself with in undertale's metanarrative. frisk never rebelled because, as far at they knew, they never had to rebel against anyone