#that one hit hard ngl

[heavenly-kazee]

I never felt so called out by Louis's quote 💀 I immediately started laughing at it

Bond: Imagine if someone gave you a box of items you've lost throughout your life

Albert: Wow, it's my sanity

Louis: Thank you for finding my childhood innocence

William: My will to live! Haven't seen that in the past twenty four years!

Bond: ...guys, please lighten up a little

[turtleblogatlast]

Don’t think I ever quite said what my LGBTQ+ headcanons are for the boys, so these are my current thoughts! Always changing of course but this is what I feel most strongly right now.

[josyuss]

[nonexistent memory]

[iamnotawomanimagod]

And I will tear apart your bedroom, I will call you in the night

I will exist in every second just to decorate your life

And when you're done you can discard me like the others always do

And I will nurse my wounds until another artist needs me new

[r0semultiverse]

well, this all looks rather familiar...

[celestialrealms]

barbatos letting himself be loved and cared for. barbatos letting himself be loved and cared for!!!

[umbral-archives]

Kinktober 2024: Day 4 | Choking/Breath Play + Illinois

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AMAB!Reader/Masc

Pairing: Illinois (Markiplier CU) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: Choking/Breath Play, Pet Names, Toys (Whip, but not used how you think ahaha), mentions of Oral (M receiving, reader giving), VERY MILD Orgasm Denial

Word Count: ... 806 (echo lissen)

Warm, calloused fingers graze over your neck, following the divot of your Adam's apple into the valley between your collar bones. You swallow beneath them as they trail back up, that hand wrapping around your throat with a practiced motion and you grunt. Your neglected cock twitches in protest, but you make no move to alleviate it.

You’re not allowed to touch–not until he says so.

Illinois looms above you as you lay sprawled out on the bed, head hanging off the side just enough to get the right angle. His eyes are transfixed on your mouth, his expression a mixture of concentration and lust. It’s not his cock he’s guiding down your throat, though.

No, the adventurer is feeding the handle of a very particular whip into your mouth as a stand-in for it, using the thing as a measure to determine how deep you can actually take him now. Given, he’s been training you for weeks to take him to the base, but that’s his cock…

This is something entirely different, and you can’t help but feel ashamed at the way it sinking deeply affects you. The familiar haze of lightheadedness starts up the further it goes, but you try not to squirm.

You want to do this. You want to be good, make him proud.

Illinois’ hand tightens when it reaches your upper limit, shuddering somewhat–like he can almost feel it under his hand. You already can’t breathe, but then it bumps the back of your throat, easing in just a little further.

You let out a pathetically aroused whine suddenly and he grunts, hips jerking slightly and losing himself a little to the idea. God. Fuck. The mission is all that’s keeping you together, arousal and stubbornness holding you there while your vision starts to blur.

Why is this getting to you so easily?

The burn grows dizzying, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and you finally gag, hands pushing at his thighs as a sign for him to back off. Illinois does so just enough for you to breathe deeply through your nose, coughing a little and swallowing around it you try to catch your breath.

“Oh honey,” he drawls lazily, hand flexing over your throat while he steps back to get a proper look at you, “how’re you gonna take my cock if you can’t handle my whip?”

You grumble indignantly around the intrusion, embarrassment and desire heating your cheeks further. This isn’t even his whip–it’s a silicone copy he’d had made for these exact scenarios. It’s usually wrapped around your throat or used to tie you up.

The adventurer rubs soothing circles over your chest, giving you that signature smile of his. “You have one more try in you? If we don’t get it, we’ll move on.”

You nod weakly, fingers digging into his thighs lightly. Despite the oddness of the method, you want to do this.

Illinois’ expression changes to that soft, hungry look again and he returns to his previous position, gently feeding the handle back down your throat. You breathe through your nose carefully until you can’t anymore, willing your body to relax for him.

Wanna be good.

In your mind’s eye, you imagine the girth in your throat as Illy’s cock instead, the weight he feels beneath his palm being his own doing. The image mixes with sensation and you feel it slot even deeper, eyes rolling back in your head as that lightheadedness returns twofold.

“Fuck, that’s it, darlin’, just like that–you’re doin’ so good for me.”

You moan weakly, his words going straight to your groin. It’s the idea of his face, twisted with desire and pride as you take him to the base that makes you relax just that little bit further. Despite the way your head swims and lungs burn, the thrill shuddering down your spine keeps you in place.

You trust him.

“Just a little more…”

The base of the handle finally brushes against your lips and he swears, squeezing again. That alone drives a spike of arousal deep into your gut and your hips buck harshly off the bed, precum dribbling down onto your stomach. You feel like you’re floating.

“Fuck, baby boy, you took it all.”

Illinois' voice almost cracks, he's that turned on. The praise adds to the rush that slams into you once he eases the handle out, kisses pressed to your shoulder as you breathe erratically.

Your high remains even as the spots in your vision start to fade, though if that’s from the adrenaline or the praise, you don’t know.

“Good boy, I knew you could do it for me,” he all but purrs, wrapping the whip around your throat and taking it’s previous position. “You take my cock like that and I’ll let you cum as much as you want, yeah?”

[essektheylyss]

Ten Books to Know Me

@aboxthecolourofheartache reblogged her version of this from ages ago but she'd tagged whoever saw it and it sounds very fun and difficult so let's do it!

Tris's Book by Tamora Pierce - I had a habit as a kid of always picking up the second book in a series, so this was the first of Tamora Pierce's books I read. Emelan had an effect on me on a microcosmic level, I'm pretty sure. Anyway, the protag of a whole world of mine is named Tris now, in homage to Trisana Chandler, so. the particulate is still kicking around in my brain.

Ptolemy's Gate by Jonathan Stroud - Another childhood FAVE. This series as a whole started fucking with what I understood a book to be. Also the ending of it has a vice grip on me to this day, and it is probably why so much of my writing is very vibey and favors ambiguous endings.

Cyrano de Bergerac - This was the first assigned reading I had in high school that I utterly LOVED. I love this play so much, I love the tragedy, I love the quiet sorrow. This was also the first proper tragedy that I remember really loving.

The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan - This is a book of poetry and short stories by a Yale creative writing student who was killed in a car crash very soon after graduating, compiled by her professor after her death. I read it repeatedly in college; it is really quite lovely.

Underland by Robert Macfarlane - Apologies to Box who wanted reading recommendations, but she is who introduced me to this book if I remember correctly, and I have spent the two years since I read it habitually picking up Macfarlane's writing without even realizing it. Absolutely phenomenal writing.

Staying with the Trouble by Donna Haraway - @ professor Haraway I know you are a semi-retired scholar and also in the most expensive college town on earth but are you looking for research assistants cuz uh

The Mushroom at the End of the World by Anna Tsing - I actually read both Staying with the Trouble and this book on the same weekend in the start of 2021. I compromised on not including Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake, which I felt was very cliche of me, by including this book, which had as much of an effect. Read those three and Pantheologies by Mary-Jane Rubenstein and you will have some semblance of an idea of what the spiritual portion of my brain looks like. In the interest of not writing the same blurb four times I left the latter two off but know they make up a little microcosm of 'you could make a religion out of this' for me.

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natskukawa - A Japanese novel about a cat who appears to a teenager after the death of his grandfather, a bookseller. I read it when I was very frustrated with trying to read contemporary fiction and it was a bright spot among that. (I am still very frustrated with the state of contemporary fiction and this book remains a light.)

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer - Okay I read this one most recently out of this list (over the summer) but it had been on my list for a long time and it really does live up to the hype because it is just so luminous in every sense.

Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer - I had to put this one last simply because HOLY HELL. Rewired my brain. This is the goal I aspire to, this is the dream I dream, this is the highest peak among the mountain range of writing aspirations that I climb. If I can one day write anything even akin to the Southern Reach trilogy I will be ready to die, but that is an utterly unachievable goal so God's just gonna have to let me live forever, I guess.

[crispycreambacon]

They are neither platonic or romantic. They're family.

[inkperch]

*sits bolt upright*

Vaggie and Emily roleswap where Emily figured out Sera was keeping something from her and snuck out down to Hell to learn what, and happened to meet Charlie while disguised as a Sinner and is just. Actively sneaking back and forth from Heaven to try and slowly peel back the beuracratic interference with Charlie's dream from Heaven while also actively helping her run the Hotel in hell-

*goes back to sleep*

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Okay I’m thriving on all the Marie/Jordan posting, it is absolutely deserved, they’re amazing together, but I wish there was a little more love for Emma/Sam too because “I don’t remember you, but I do believe you” fucking broke me.

Imagine you’ve spent years questioning reality, surrounded by people who constantly remind you that you can’t believe your own eyes. You finally meet someone outside of that group and you’re convinced she’s a hallucination, except she passes your test, and she’s sweet, and she laughs at your jokes even though you have a really off-beat sense of humor, and she matches it, and you love her like you’ve never loved anyone. And she promises to stay with you after everyone else you’ve ever loved has abandoned you, whether intentionally or not. And then you start to freak out and you know your scaring her, because she’s seen you rip people apart with your bare hands, but she’s not running. She’s not even trying to make you calm down or be rational or stop. Instead she asks “How can I help you?” She wants to help you. And you run. And she saves you. She stops you from doing something you’ll regret. She’s the first one who’s done that without violating your mind.

And then she loses all her memories of you. She looks at you without an ounce of recognition, and you think you’ve lost her, even if you swear to get her her memories back. And you’re alone again, and you’re hallucinating. You’re hallucinating her. You can’t trust reality. You can’t trust yourself. You can’t believe what you see or hear or touch. Then she comes back again, but this time she’s real and you ask if she remembers you and she says no. “I don’t remember you, but I do believe you.”

I can’t even, okay, I’m losing my mind over here.

[fully-caulked-wagon]

Posting a few things that I forgot to and had on the backburner. Tried out a couple new pens on ibis x mobile at the beginning of September, so here you go.

[hobisexually]

I have so many problems with karamo but the s8 finale… he sees an asian woman who has severe trauma surrounding her father due to (some) asian culture(s) not allowing people to properly talk to their parents about their emotions or issues with them because that could be seen as disrespectful, oui? so she hasn’t spoken to him after her mother died and that is hard, yes?

and this man chooses to surprise her in the car (after making her cry) with an unannounced FaceTime call with said father, which forces her to immediately talk about why she’s upset with him after three years of not speaking??????? without being prepared, without knowing what to say to a stubborn elderly asian man who never learned to deal with his emotions and fucked up because of it? REALLY?

the LEAST he could have done was tell her in advance so she could write it down for herself and so she could be prepared

sure they talked. sure they made a start. but at what cost. what violence did this wreak on her for no reason. jesus CHRIST THIS MAN ANGERS ME SO MUCH

[fishareglorious]

after so many failed expeditions in hard route (bad luck, stupid decisions, and why the hell is the final boss so tanky there) and 1 finished one in normal, I finally grinded enough points for the card.

hell yeah :D

[cheezyharu]

Sweet (?) 17

Officially older. But not wiser in the slightest lmao

[sighonaraa]

💧☀️

for this ask game!

💧 Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?

“All right.” Her Uncle Roy cleared his throat and unfolded the letter carefully. He had big hands, too, her Uncle Roy, like Jamie’s. But he could be gentle with them. He was always gentle with them, when he was with her. “Dear Phoebe,” he read out loud, and Phoebe closed her eyes, pretending that she was five years old again and knew this time that everything was going to be okay. “You’re a Kent now, and it’s much better than before.” Phoebe opened her eyes. Her Uncle Roy was staring down at the paper, his bottom lip trembling a bit. “It is,” she said. “It’s much better than before.” Her Uncle Roy didn’t say anything. He folded the letter back up, set it on the bedside table, and bundled her into another hug, one that stole all the breath from her lungs. He squeezed her, like he’d never let her go, like it’d take a thousand people to drag him away, and when he pulled back his cheeks were damp but he was smiling. His palm cupped her cheek, and she nestled into the touch. “I love you, Phoebe,” he told her. “Yeah? I love you very fucking much.” “I love you too, Uncle Roy,” said Phoebe. “Very fucking much.”

ouchy. from find a new place to be from!

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

ooooooh. for the sun is only a God if you learn to starve, my favorite upcoming part is the one where jamie has a very public breakdown in the locker room, gets blanket-burritoed about it, driven to isaac's house, and plied with fresh-baked brownies. also the entire team watches brother bear together and weeps about it.