#take some responsibility

[dearlymrme]

Starving (TerzoxReader)

Summary: This picture does shit to me, that’s all that needs said. @lacquerheadd

Terzo x Reader || Papa Emeritus III x Reader || Established Relationship || NSFW || Oral Sex || Poorly Translated Italian || Pregnancy Kink || Pregnancy Sex || Squirting || WC: 1358

He's trying to set a personal record. You're so far out of your mind in pleasure to notice the firm face of concentration and glee as he jackknives his fingers into your sopping and quivering pussy. Three times now, he marks, as your walls clench around his digits as he curls and drags them against that raised and bumpy gland inside you. The way you screamed almost made it sound painful. The way you shook as though hit with a chill. He stares in awe as your tense body starts to relax from your climax and before you can go slack, he starts again, winding you back up, watching you tense all over again. He's so hard it's painful but he can wait.

You're sobbing, curling in the bed in pleasure, and whining as you pry at the mount of pillows keeping your body supported upright. You haven't said the word you laid out so it's just for show. You don't mean it.

You're beautiful with your face beat red. Your brows pinched in frustration. Your eyes closed in pleasure. Gummy tears of over sensitivity run down your cheeks and he wants to kiss them away.

He wants you to come again.

You're so far along now that you've been complaining of back aches, your stomach stretched bulbous with his first child. Your breasts are swollen with milk and two sizes larger than normal.

You had made a small off handed comment of how ugly you felt and he was stunned, like you had no idea what you were doing to him. Surely you had noticed.

It does something to him. Seeing you so far along. Stuffed with his child and nearly ready to burst. You glow in a way he's never seen you before. You're skin looks softer. Your lips look rounder. Your smiles light up like stars. He's over the moon for you. He's looking for any chance and excuse to get away from his duties and to you.

He feels like a bull behind a gate in one of those American rodeos. He gets caught in the flash and glitter of your pregnant form and can't keep his eyes away. He can't get enough of you. He's starved for it.

The fast fucking of his fingers don't stop even as you call his name. His tongue wags back and forth and slides along your folds, the peircing on his tongue flicking your cunt, lips rough and sucking relentlessly at your clit as he's all too happy to make a mess between your legs.

This has been going for maybe thirty minutes now. He's betting he can keep it going for an hour before he finally caves and stuffs you with cock.

When his jaw gets sore and his tongue gets tired, he slicks up his thumb with your juices and assaults that engorged bundle of nerves between your folds, his fingers never slowing. He shoves them up inside you as you twitch and jerk, your legs having fallen from staying open, feeling so weak and overestimulated. You crack open your eyes to look down at him with disbelief.

He licks his shiny lips and sticks out his red tongue to give a little wiggle, lewdly curling it. You give him a jerky nod in permittance and lift one of your tired and shaking knees open, silently asking for more, one more.

He's not going to stop at one more if he can help it.

He grunts like someone about to eat his favorite dessert and shoves his face back between your legs with gusto. He points his tongue and replaces his thumb to flick and press against your clit in a merciless assault. Your leg jerks and his free hand goes to hold you behind your knee to help you keep it up.

Coupled with the urgent thrusts of his three thick fingers, more dexterous than his cock and his tongue relentlessly attacking your clit, you start to feel a different kind of sensation.

It starts from the tip of your head, slither down your spine like a snake and curls in your gut.

He still doesn't stop at your sudden insisting. Your shoving fingers turn to curl in his hair.

He loves it when you scream his name in pleasure. There's no better sound like it.

This feeling runs lightning through you. It fires through every nerve and swallows you like a deep ocean during a storm. It's the best orgasm of your life but the sound of fluids gushing, making your thighs wet, causes a different kind of tears to spring from your eyes.

Pure mortification.

Admits this Terzo continues to pull on your clit. He rolls his piercing against it once then replaces his tongue to cover and seal his mouth around you, treating it like his favorite piece of hardcandy and sucks hard enough to get stars to dance behind your eyes.

But the wet squelch of his fingers makes you cry for real now, even though it doesn't stop feeling amazing. Self-consciousness and mood swings rear its ugly head and you sob.

Terzo is off you in a second with wide eyes, sucking the fluid off his lower lips before he comes up to brush your cheek with one clammy hand.

"Principessa, why are you crying?"

You can seem to say the words and how could you? Looking over at the moisture that caused his white shirt to darken just makes you feel even more ashamed.

His eyes go wide as it suddenly dawns on him what could be the problem and he removes his fingers urgently.

"Was that your water?! Are you-?"

Your shoulders shake and you shake your head in denial. He instantly let out a breath as the real root of the problem finally left your mouth.

"Y-You're not mad?" You croaked in question.

It takes him an embarrassing amount of seconds for him to understand what you were asking but when the clock rings a wolfish smile stretches on his face.

"No, I'm not mad! There's nothing to be embarrassed about." He enthusiastically comes up to kiss you, and it's so infectious that you find yourself smiling, still red in the face in shyness and shock.

"In fact, as a man, I just earned a gold medal." He says cock sure and kisses downwards to nibble at your neck, sucking at marks he had already made before. He then groans as his hard dick brushes up between your legs and gives a small rock to grind against you.

"Cazzo, shit!  Do you have any idea how hot that was? You're so sexy when you're like this." He growls as reaches to slide his hand along your swollen stomach.

You're still in shock from the experience and still a little embarrassed but for your lover to tell you that's it's alright, that it's something for him to take pride in, that's your sexy regardless. He likes it? You snort, your lips quirk upwards. Of course he likes it.

"This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done." You state for the record and earn a weak raspberry blown against your skin, getting a giggle out of you.

"I don't know. I'm told you're willing to do some pretty embarrassing things to get a baby to stop crying." Terzo grins. He can't wait. A few more months.

He gets to meet his child and then he gets to get you pregnant again and then he gets to see you like this more. He eagerly lowers his boxers to let his dick spring up and slap his stomach. He then hums against your skin and kisses you on the mouth before giving you an almost villainous grin.

At this moment his canines look particularly sharp and pronounced. His eyes flash as though you had just given him his next greatest challenge and he leans forward to slide one of his hands over your swollen belly and gives your navel a kiss.

"Think I can get you to do it again?" You smile nervously at him as he reaches down to stroke his weeping cock.

"Why?" You ask trepidatiously.

"Because I wanna fuck you until you gush like this again all over my thighs."

[lovelocus]

The fucking caucasity to be bad at your job and then stand there and whine that people are being rude to you when really they're just pointing out how you suck at your job

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[puil]

americans will recognize the corruption and evil of their country yet do fuck all about it. keep making posts about it instead of doing anything. thatll get you somewhere

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP1 | Kantbison + Rudest Moments

I really didn't have either of these possibilities on my Kantbison kinky bingo card. I am so naïve. So, incredibly, stupidly naïve.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[letswonderspirit]

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[starlightomatic]

"these jewish bloggers keep saying it's possible to talk about gaza without being antisemitic but keep saying everything i say is antisemitic so clearly they just don't want us talking about gaza"

it's actually really easy to talk about gaza without being antisemitic if you're not antisemitic, and really hard if you are antisemitic. hope this helps

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[raviollies]

I love putting her in funny little outfits

[nellasbookplanet]

I do think that referring to Essek as irredeemable for regretting his actions only because he was caught and risked losing his friends is both kind of reductive to him as a character and a misunderstanding of the concept of redemption arcs in media.

A person generally isn't changed because you sit them down and hand them a bunch of political theory to read. They change because their circumstances and relationships do. It's like that guy who was deradicalized because he got a bunch of shrimp and started to care for them. It’s our relationships that change us, because they give us not a logical but an emotional reason to do so.

Caleb explicitly says "these people will change you" (or something along that line; I don’t remember the exact quote). Essek, before the m9, didn’t genuinely care about anyone. The people who would die if a war started because of his actions were irrelevant and abstract to him. Caleb, similarly, also started c2 not really caring about others. He had no interest in taking on Ikithon or the Assembly to save others from going through what he did, too preoccupied with his own trauma and his own goals to care. In that sense, he started the campaign in a similar place as Essek post ep. 97: regretful, but too busy wallowing in his own self-loathing to productively do anything to prevent future harm due to his previous actions.

Being with the m9, being reminded of the importance of other people and realizing that they’re capable of caring for them, is what changes Caleb and Essek both. Of course Essek starts out more concerned with losing the nein than with strangers killed in a war. They’re his starting step, the opening through which he realizes that the people hurt by his actions are real, that he cares, that he has the ability to, if not undo his harm, help stop furthering of it.

[inkskinned]

one of the things that i think we should pay attention to, socially, about the disney v. desantis thing is that it is really highlighting the importance of remembering nuance.

in a purely neutral sense, if you engage in something problematic, that does not mean you are necessarily agreeing with what makes it problematic. and i am worried that we have become... so afraid of any form of nuance.

disney isn't my friend, they're a corporate monopoly that bastardized copyright laws for their own benefit, ruin the environment, and abuse their workers (... and many other things). this isn't a hypothetical for me - i grew up in florida. i also worked for the actual Walt Disney World; like, in the parks. i am keenly aware of the ways they hurt people, because they hurt me. i fully believe that part of the reason florida is so conservative is because it's been an "open secret" for years now that disney lobbies the government to keep minimum wage down, and i know they worked hard to keep the parks unmasked and open during the worst parts of Covid. they purposefully keep their employees in poverty. they are in part responsible for the way the floridian government works.

desantis is still, by a margin that is frankly daunting, way worse. the alternative here isn't just "republicans win", it's actual fascism.

in a case like this, where the alternative is to allow actual fascism into united states legislation - where, if desantis wins, there are huge and legal ramifications - it's tempting to minimize the harm disney is also doing, because... well, it's not fascism. but disney isn't the good guy, either, which means republicans are having a field day asking activists oh, so you think their treatment of their employees is okay?

we have been trained there is a right answer. you're right! you're in the good group, and you're winning at having an opinion.

except i have the Internet Prophecy that in 2-3 months, even left-wing people will be ripping apart activists for having "taken disney's side". aren't i an anti-capitalist? aren't i pro-union? aren't i one of the good ones? removed from context and nuance (that in this particular situation i am forced to side with disney, until an other option reveals itself), my act of being like "i hope they have goofy rip his throat out onstage, shaking his lifeless body like a dog toy" - how quickly does that seem like i actually do support disney?

and what about you! at home, reading this. are you experiencing the Thought Crime of... actually liking some of the things disney has made? your memories of days at the parks, or of good movies, or of your favorite show growing up. maybe you are also evil, if you ever enjoyed anything, ever, at all.

to some degree, the binary idealization/vilification of individual motive and meaning already exists in the desantis case. i have seen people saying not to go to the disney pride events because they're cash grabs (they are). i've seen people saying you have to go because they're a way to protest. there isn't a lot of internet understanding of nuance. instead it's just "good show of support" or "evil bootlicking."

this binary understanding is how you can become radicalized. when we fear nuance and disorder, we're allowing ourselves the safety of assuming that the world must exist in binary - good or bad, problematic or "not" problematic. and unfortunately, bigots want you to see the world in this binary ideal. they want you to get mad at me because "disney is taking a risk for our community but you won't sing their praises" and they want me to get mad at you for not respecting the legit personal trauma that disney forced me through.

in a grander scheme outside of disney: what happens is a horrific splintering within activist groups. we bicker with each other about minimal-harm minimal-impact ideologies, like which depiction of bisexuality is the most-true. we gratuitously analyze the personal lives of activists for any sign they might be "problematic". we get spooked because someone was in a dog collar at pride. we wring our hands about setting an empty shopping mall on fire. we tell each other what words we may identify ourselves by. we get fuckin steven universe disk horse when in reality it is a waste of our collective time.

the bigots want you to spend all your time focusing on how pristine and pretty you and your interests are. they want us at each other's throats instead of hand in hand. they want to say see? nothing is ever fucking good enough for these people.

and they want their followers to think in binary as well - a binary that's much easier to follow. see, in our spaces, we attack each other over "proper" behavior. but in bigoted groups? they attack outwards. they have someone they hate, and it is us. they hate you, specifically, and you are why they have problems - not the other people in their group. and that's a part of how they fucking keep winning.

some of the things that are beloved to you have a backbone in something terrible. the music industry is a wasteland. the publishing industry is a bastion of white supremacy. video games run off of unpaid labor and abuse.

the point of activism was always to bring to light that abuse and try to stop it from happening, not to condemn those who engage in the content that comes from those industries. "there is no ethical consumption under late capitalism" also applies to media. your childhood (and maybe current!) love of the little mermaid isn't something you should now flinch from, worried you'll be a "disney adult". wanting the music industry to change for the better does not require that you reject all popular music until that change occurs. you can acknowledge the harm something might cause - and celebrate the love that it has brought into your life.

we must detach an acknowledgment of nuance from a sense of shame and disgust. we must. punishing individual people for their harmless passions is not doing good work. encouraging more thoughtful, empathetic consumption does not mean people should feel ashamed of their basic human capacities and desires. it should never have even been about the individual when the corporation is so obviously the actual evil. this sense that we must live in shame and dread of our personal nuances - it just makes people bitter and hopeless. do you have any idea how scared i am to post this? to just acknowledge the idea of nuance? that i might like something nuanced, and engage in it joyfully? and, at the same time, that i'm brutally aware of the harm that they're doing?

"so what do i do?" ... well, often there isn't a right answer. i mean in this case, i hope mickey chops off ron's head and then does a little giggle. but truth be told, often our opinions on nuanced subjects will differ. you might be able to engage in things that i can't because the nuance doesn't sit right with me. i might think taylor swift is a great performer and a lot of fun, and you might be like "raquel, the jet fuel emissions". we are both correct; neither of us have any actual sway in this. and i think it's important to remember that - the actual scope of individual responsibility. like, i also love going to the parks. Thunder Mountain is so fun. you (just a person) are not responsible for the harm that Disney (the billion dollar corporation) caused me. i don't know. i think it's possible to both enjoy your memories and interrogate the current state of their employment policies.

there is no right way to interrogate or engage with nuance - i just hope you embrace it readily.

[terrorgirls]

Armand + "Bad Faith"

Sartre explained: From bad faith to authenticity, David Detmer // Interview with the Vampire // Being and Nothingness, Jean-Paul Sartre

[part one]

[ewwww-what]

an archdevil and a presidential candidate sneak into a gay bar

flatcolor + closeups below :)