#thank u for asking us anon!!!!

[blindmagdalena]

honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way

18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.

"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.

It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.

He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.

"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."

"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.

"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.

You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.

With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.

He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.

[jackshiccup]

Omg, you bound a fanfic? Can we see the finished project? It must be beautiful!

hello hehe yes i did :) i was only going to show friends but i guess this is a good excuse to post pictures of it 🫶🏽

it’s my first ever hardcover bind so i was prepared to make a lot of silly little mistakes and this one definitely does, but i love how it turned out still, i think she’s so cute .. i’m also just happy to finish a personal project that took up so much time to make 🥹

anyways, enjoy the pics and most importantly: stream otnwas on ao3 and youtube teehee🤞🏽❄️!

[real-odark]

majestic Rep Jane pls pls pls, maybe with her Ricky? 😼

OF COURSE I LOVE MAJESTIC REP SO MUCH!!

[thekidsarentalright]

patrick stump smile. you agree reblog

THIS‼️ everyone listen to them rn‼️

[datcravat]

I saw your Teto print pop up on the shop and I swooped so fast to get it alongside Gumi so I can have the trio on my wall all together. Your art is absolutely fantastic please keep doing what you do!!

WAUGH... THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FROM ME AND TETO!!!!!

[yayll]

Hiii i hope you're feeling better soon :(( I was wondering if I could request a Dazai x reader fic where the reader has PTSD? Specifically, the beginning of autumn kind of triggers her (sorry if it's a confusing i dunno how to word it lol) Could it be fluff/comfort? Btw I love your writing style so badly so pls tweak the idea if you think it would work better! And no worries if you'd rather pass :33

hii angel i genuinely am sorry that this took me a while! (work and life happened a little more than usual, GOT SICK and barely had time to sit down and write.) it was so ivover but i am fine now thank u so much bub!

i REALLY hope you like this and that it's what u wanted, i've never written someone w PTSD before and i was just rlly hoping i didn't mess this characterization up for ur request ahhh. i had such a nice time writing it and i rlly wanted to explore the impact it could have around reader and dazai and him going out of his way even if it could be a little goofy and sappy to make u feel at least a little better even if u can't talk abt it.

i love uuuu thank u again! <3

~ a little something about Dazai noticing harmful patterns and loving you through them ~

He's been watching you sit by the window for the past half hour as you stare at what seems like the beginning of the new season outside. You were quieter than usual, more withdrawn and jumpy, which could only mean that you weren't sharing something with him- or rather having trouble processing something to the point where you didn't realize he could tell something inside you was on high alert.

Dazai would rather die than see you in such a state, especially during what's supposed to be such an exciting time of the year that's full of the things you usually love to do. Whatever is impeding you from enjoying the leaves falling has to be dealt with the most delicate of methods, but especially with love. If you taught him anything about the past haunting you to the point of mental distress, something he suffered bouts of every now and then when memories made days grow dark, it's that all you need is one person to truly witness you. Just like how you've seen the ugliest parts of him time and time again yet you still look at him with all the stars in the sky, stars he consumes like a black hole waiting to be filled.

Luckily for you, he has an arsenal of things he can try to soothe you with, because he wouldn't be a good detective AND boyfriend if he didn't keep all those context clues in his pocket for a bad day. Mainly though, he was just completely attuned to your every need. You are his happiness, and your wellness isn't up for debate: It's mandatory. He stands up from the loveseat with a deep exhale as he walks over to you, his lips curled in a lazy smile as he tests the waters to see what you could need from him without asking.

"You know, if you stay any more still I could probably paint you like one of those fancy paintings. What do you say, be my model?"

You look over at him from the window, and he can visibly tell you haven't been at ease lately. He suddenly realizes he's just fallen even more in love with you. That there is nothing in this world that could ever let him see you as anything but his heart.

You murmur, a faint smile decorating your serene face.

"Mm, I'm not sure. I don't think I could pose for that long, you know? It would probably be hard to catch my likeness, heh."

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes with a playful smirk. Oh how he wants to lean in and worship your likeness with his loving touch, but he decides to take it easy on the physical affection for now, not until he knows you're feeling up for it. He can be a good boy, something he usually isn't.

"Well, I wouldn't mind being the brave young knight who tries~ Shall we take this outside for better lighting?"

You instantly don't give him a good reaction to that. You shrug, seeming conflicted and unsure of yourself, but unable to really bring yourself to explain with words, something uncharacteristic of you.

No problem! Dazai thinks to himself. If you don't want to go outside, he can bring outside to you in the comfort of home. He'll enhance your safe space, and tailor it to just what you need. He hums, tapping his temple in an exaggerated manner as if he were thinking really hard and when he sees that it gets a small giggle out of you, he knows he's on the right track.

"Hm, I know what we should do instead. Wait here, angel.~"

He disappears into the hallway and you sit there as the sound of cabinets opening and rummaging around fills the air. You smile to yourself, and shake your head at the mental image of Dazai becoming a tornado to find whatever he's looking for right now, hoping he doesn't make too much of a mess. You fidget with your hair, twirling it in between your fingers as you take a deep grounding breath while you wait.

A moment later, he comes back with what seems like art supplies and a ton of mini candlesticks.

He knows you're intrigued when you tilt your head in confusion, but then again that's probably just the confusion... Dazai sets down two canvases along with the candles, flashing you a mischievous grin. If you couldn't process your feelings through words, art was always there! You look over the activities he's laid out for you both, awaiting his silver tongued explanation.

"You know when I want to be the little spoon but I don't say anything?"

You laugh softly, and nod.

"Mhm, you get all moody and weird."

He nods back, a half smile on his face as he rests his hands on his hips. He wants to tell you that the only reason he even knew such intimate luxuries is because you showed him that he's worthy of it, of being loved, but he doesn't say anything. He lets the sweet memories between you swim through his mind as fuel for the day he's trying to create for you. His voice sounds more like he's talking out loud now, lost in a thought..

"You make me moody and weird. You also make me want to grab your soft little face and just..."

He then snaps back to the moment, and his tone picks up.

"... But alas, there is no time to waste! Come, sit, I'll get the other things ready.~"

He zooms off to the kitchen, and your heart softens at how much he fusses over you, though you also hope you aren't being too much. You know he'd hate to hear that, so you simply sit down and look over the supplies you had honestly forgotten you had.

Dazai makes tea, because he knows it helps with your fidgeting and you like how the mug feels in your hands, he also begins to set the candle sticks all over the living room, lighting them one by one. You flash him a look of faint concern.

"Feels like Dracula's castle. You sure this is safe, Osamu?"

He simply grins impishly.

"It's called 'mood lighting', cutie. There is an atmosphere to be created!"

"Yeah, and possibly a wildfire."

"Boo, you're no fun. Besides, that sounds like a problem for future us. We live in the moment."

Dazai would never risk your safety and you know that, which is why you don't push the topic any further.

You two settle in, the candles illuminating you both with a warm flame that feels more comforting than you'd like to admit, you feel yourself becoming more immersed in the random little doodles and brush strokes you create as you both talk for hours about literally nothing while sipping on your tea. Nothing feels nice, for once and Dazai can see it in the way you slowly become less and less tense. So mindful, so beautiful.

After you fill your canvas, you set it down, and peer over at Dazai's.

"What'd you paint?"

He smiles sheepishly, and hides his.

"Not finished yet. No peeking!"

He stands up and in one swift motion, runs outside, while leaving you bewildered at the spontaneity of the situation. A few moments later, he runs back inside, huffing with his arms behind his back. He sits back down on the floor with you, criss crossed. He grabs his canvas, and puts something on it as he slowly unveils his work to you.

It's a single crisp leaf he must have plucked from the grass when it fell, the orange and reddish hue placed on the canvas that shows a cartoonishly painted tree as well. He murmurs, eyes trained lovingly on you but with that familiar playful tone.

"I wanted you to get a little air. It's good for one's mood, you know."

You slowly take the leaf, and twiddle it in your thumb as you begin to smile to yourself. You mutter back.

"The weather changes, moods change, it's so overwhelming sometimes..."

He slowly leans in a little closer and places a hand on the small of your back, inching you closer to him too. He wants to distract you from those thoughts affecting you, but it's getting harder when all he can think about is how much you affect him. He whispers.

"My mood never changes, you're the most precious thing I have ever seen all year round."

You look up at him, your eyes communicating what you feel, and he picks up on it with a silent confirmation. You hold each other's gaze for a long quiet moment and when you feel ready you lean into his chest, nuzzling into him. He envelops you in a hug that feels like the remedy you've been searching for this whole time, and it almost brings you to tears. You don't know it also does the same to him. He gives you a soft squeeze and leans down to your ear, his warm breath feeling like the way life is supposed to feel. You mumble, your voice slightly muffled against him.

"Thank you, Osamu. Love you."

He smiles at that. To be something so soothing to you, to be of use for once in his life, it's a feeling that he could never describe. He'll have to find the words when he covers you in kisses from head to toe later, when he makes sure you feel the full extent of his devotion to you through thick and thin. He exhales deeply.

"Change of season, change of mind... It doesn't matter to me. It's still you. It will always be you."

[babygirlhaljordan]

Whos your LEAST favorite character hsr and why ? No wrong answers, just curious hehe

ooo that’s a good question… i guess jade for human trafficking or exchanging 1 Pair of Chains for another. i’m still kinda confused and iffy and don’t know how i feel about her bc i heard some people say it’s not true, it’s an exaggeration, etc & i haven’t gotten far enough in the game to know. or know enough about aventurine or jade’s lore. regardless the mention of human trafficking is a lot already so she’s already on my bad side

outside of jade is… dr ratio? which. sounds weird bc i actually do LIKE his character but… i won’t lie: some of his comments? his actions? rub me the wrong way

the way he calls people idiot… i know he only does that if ppl are squandering their potential and opportunities but. It’s really hard to achieve that potential when so much hard work is put into that. and there’s a lot of external circumstances that can prevent people from achieving that. so being called idiot for that… just rubs me the wrong way

for example: i have a sibling that struggles a lot academically. and he’s struggled for years. he’s improved a lot since he started but due to always playing catchup he’s gotten tired of trying. as a result, he kinda gave up at one point. my family and his teachers had to give lots of encouragement to set him up on the right track again. being called idiot (when my brother sees himself as one) would NOT help that.

another person that doesn’t try to reach her full potential because of outside circumstances: my mom. she’s always been real smart to me, and capable of pursuing higher education (all the way to masters). however, she puts more value to her family over her own education. and i don’t think she’s dumb for “squandering her potential” but. people just have different values. not everyone cares reaching their max. they just want to live and that’s okay.

finally, on the other side of the spectrum: me. i’m someone who’s been trying to reach his potential for YEARS. i worked so hard that it jeopardized with my mental health. consequently, i had to stop and focus more on myself than my education which. even now im still not used to. and while reaching my potential is important i think if i were called an idiot for no longer prioritizing that. it would hurt me </3

tldr: while i understand why dr ratio does what he does (he’s a scholar who’s goal is to cure the world of stupidity: make education universal) there’s people that aren’t in a position to prioritize that or care about education all that much. and yknow what? that’s okay. so long as you know enough to survive then it’s okay to not reach your max.

that doesn’t mean i dislike him. if anything, he’s all the more intriguing because of this flaw: but i won’t deny that it rubs me the wrong way. (it’s why im having my oc be his narrative foil and address this flaw: how not everyone values education the way he does, why, and how to decrease these factors. also how to ppl bc u cannot make ur goal be “spread education to the masses” and not know it w to communicate with them bc canonically: he struggles and he struggles HARD!!!

[wrylu]

oh oh art request: AroAce König

your wish is my command

[dustykneed]

Do you think you'll ever draw some nsfw art with your fem designs?

oh absolutely!! thank you for the interest in my fem!trek designs 🥺 not sure if you had a ship or prompt in mind (in which case...👀👀👀 lmk) but i found this scribble of f!spones being really sappy that i forgot i had in my notes. so here you go anon <333 (full view here on my ao3!)

[en-chi-la-da]

Hinadam reminds me of a certain otp trope...

Gundham: "What was that?!"

Hinata: "Affection ^^"

Gundham: "Disgusting.... Do it again."

anon you are so right..... <3

[wanderingblindly]

Lestappen 45/46 pretty please

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Really had to brush off the cobwebs from the lestappen part of my brain LMAOOO but thank you for the challenge!!! Angry/jealousy/envy suits them so well!!! Link for prompts :)

Hometown Hero

Forewarning for general rancid behavior in an established “enemies with benefits” relationship

It’s like this more often than not: one of them closing the hotel door too harshly, the other stumbling over drunken feet. Who plays which role depends on the circumstances, depends on who tasted champagne and who felt the weight of their nation break their jaw on the asphalt.

Charles giggles as he leans against the entryway wall, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He closes his eyes, not needing to see to know, because he felt it — he felt Max’s grip on his forearm as they stormed through the hallways, felt the fire in his eyes from across the club.

“You’ve become pretty pathetic, huh?” Charles says, the words light on his tongue. He opens his eyes when Max grabs his shoulders, shoving him into the room. “World champion, but he cannot win in the Netherlands.” He pouts, head lolling about with the force. “So sad.”

“Too far, Charles.” Max grinds out, tossing him onto the bed. Charles giggles, falling onto the duvet with a huff before propping himself up on his elbows.

Max said worse to him, during those many years in Monaco. He said worse when Charles pinned him against the bathroom counter and fucked him in front of the mirror, he said worse when he made Charles come until he cried.

And now, having tasted Monaco’s bay with a victor’s tongue, Charles wants blood.

“Strip.” Max demands, and Charles clicks his tongue.

Lazily, indulgently, Charles lifts his foot. “Loser takes off my shoes.”

“I’m not —“

“Ah,” He tuts, watching an angry flush build on Max’s cheeks — just like when they were boys. “Did you win? The anthem, did they play it for you?”

Max says nothing, grinding his teeth.

Charles bares his in a devious smile.

It plays in his head, from a night opposite this one: “You’re the opposite of me, Charles. Never a winner.”

And so he returns the favor: “If you are not a winner, you are what, Max?”

A pause. Max bends slightly at the knee, lowering himself to the floor.

Charles hadn’t tasted first place today, but this is somehow sweeter. “Now, take off my shoes.”

At the repeated demand, Max looks up at him — their eyes lock for a moment. He looks enraged, smoldering with a fire so hot it could char bone. His eyes, icy blue, almost make Charles flinch in their intensity. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves to press the sole of his shoe against Max’s chest — pushing against him. Hard.

“My shoe, Max.”

It moves too quickly for Charles’s inebriated brain, because Max strikes like a cobra: vicious and silent. In an instant, he grabs Charles’s ankle, tosses his leg to the side, and rises to his feet. Max looms over him, reaching to wrap his hand around Charles’s neck — to slam him back into the duvet.

“Max,” Charles tries to bite, words cut off as Max presses more of his weight into his hand. His eyes blow wide, something new crossing Max’s face.

Max hasn’t been unfamiliar to him since they were boys, hasn’t scared him as long as he’s known him.

As quick as it comes, it goes; Max flexes his hand and leans down to kiss him. It’s harsher than the force of a popped bottle, the way Max crushes into him — grasp tight, tongue almost suffocating, nips against his lips stinging.

Charles tries to fight for the upper hand, tries to push his hands against Max’s shoulders and flip them. But it’s no use, Max’s mouth and hand and weight trapping him too thoroughly.

With a victorious smile, Max swallows the choked gasp he wrings from Charles’s throat. In that moment, maybe it’s as good as champagne

[journal-three]

I was watching a youtuber talk about vox and al and they said something about how vox was right with saying al was outdated just being radio

But honestly... I feel like 1: radio never left

2: podcasts are crazy popular that people yeah watch but mainly just listen to, no it's not mainly radio but its similar and I feel like honestly I want an alastor weekly podcast thank you for coming to my tedtalk

I MEAN if we REALLY get into it, isn't TV just as dead as radio?

Okay sure tv shows and whatever are still popular, but it's all streaming now, it's all on-demand. The same way that new radio is podcasts, new tv is streaming. this is just two outdated modals of media beefin it up for no reason. (TL;DR Velvette supremacy)

Really I'd agree with you. Radio just changed forms the same way TV did and they're both equally but differently strong forms of media. :)

....

..

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ALTHOUGH.

IF WE REALLY GET INTO IT:

Analog TV, the kind of old TV that used antenna (like vox has) and analog signals were fully retired in 2009.

That kind of media is quite literally dead. But y'know what kind of broadcast signal isn't dead? What specific kind of audio broadcast signal is still being used to this day? >:3

[yellow-computer-mouse]

Why do you jimmy from mouthwashing? /genq. coming here with some good faith. Ik he's hated in this fandom so I was wondering what drew you to him :]

i'm assuming this says why do i kin him!

well it uh. wasn't really a choice lol. just. Am jimmy yknow lol

BUT YEAH. uhhh. i'm canon divergent, so i didn't do any of the shit on the tulpar (except saying the shit about the cartoon horses. IT WAS A JOKE. BY THE WAY. and not on an actual important form)

but uhhh yeah! just jimmy :p

thanks for coming in good faith!! i know that in canon i was a shithead, even if I specifically am not, so thanks for giving me a chance :) /gen

[plain text: I specifically]

[psie-smutki]

what's your favorite dino fact

Not very original but still, I think birds are dinosaurs beats them all.

Like, still around and everywhere, still successful as heck as animals, special place in probs nearly every human culture, shitting on all the precious buildings and stuff everyday. Cool ok.

Another one of my favourite facts is look at this emu leg bone and its silly 3-forked ending

It's like that bc in ancient theropods it used to be 3 separate bones which fused over time

It's cool how time melts animals.

[acetier]

"feel free to ask literally anything about torin!" Oh Boy I don't want to spam ur inbox with TOO MUCH bc he and varre live in my head rent free so for now I will ask the most pressing thing on my mind....... torin overthrows mohg as per your first post about them, right? How do you think varre reacted to that???? I can never imagine killing mohg would go over too smoothly with him, so I'm curious if/how torin was able to win him over!!

"I'll ensure you regret this, my lambkin..."

((aftermath under the cut))

it didn't go over smoothly at all, aka torin is once again reminded that his actions have consequences and those consequences are rarely (if ever) good :'^D varre's still fanatically loyal to mohg and views any attack against his master as an attack against himself, so torin killing mohg would be an unforgivable betrayal.

i ended up killing varre at the end of his questline in my first playthrough haha. i think for them to have a (sort of?) happy ending as they are now, torin would need to be content with serving the dynasty alongside varre and abandoning the rest of his quest (which he isn't willing to do as part of what drove him to varre in the first place is his desire for revenge and he can't give that up so easily).

on the other hand if you want to imagine a scenario where varre ends up surviving, he and torin would need to go their separate ways for a while. when they meet back up it'd be after torin resolves his quest for vengeance and comes to terms with his losses and also probably after he's burned the erdtree (and melina). by then they've both been through the wringer and are so Tired of it all that it's easier to fall back into comforting old habits with each other. it'd still take them a while to fully reconcile tho :'^)

[livingasaghost]

i bought into the :/ vibes of captive prince as well because for a long time i didn't care to look beyond what everyone else was saying about it and frankly i wasn't interested in reading the books but when i see readers saying we shouldn't read captive prince because it glorifies slavery and non-con while the same readers praise colleen hoover and fourth wing and the after series and every shitty dark romance mafia book... i am not saying captive prince is the greatest book series ever and i definitely was uncomfortable with parts of it (because i am definitely not as intellectual as others who read and analysed it) but there's so much worse books out there that get praised A Lot (and especially on booktok) and yeah idk where i am going with this sorry atsjdkf

SAY THAT!!!! like listen i get it, if you're into dark problematic shit kudos, because i looooove me some fucked up books but if you are pointing fingers while ALSO reading a different brand of problematic shit....maybe you're the problem! i feel like people who read books like captive prince or aftg are usually the first ones to analyze how fucked up they are, to think critically and engage with the darker parts of those series whereas a lot of colleen hoover stans on booktok just gloss over the abuse and toxicity because it's all about romance? (or supposedly about romance) like sure captive prince is a love story in the end, and aftg is kind of about a love story in its own way, but i think both of those stories are first and foremost about overcoming abuse and healing from trauma and learning how to trust other people in the wake of all that. the romance is just a wonderful addition to some complex series that allow you the space to exist in the gray areas of human nature.