#that's too many worm blogs

[cpericardium]

I gotta get out of here

[hallowclave]

What a whimsical looking young man I wonder if he has received any job offers recently

Original photo

[damp-pit-of-worms]

you should put my girlfriend @daisy-has-too-many-wives in the worm pit cause she likes worms <3

@janeway-lover's girlfriend @daisy-has-too-many-wives from real life is sentenced to The Damp Pit of Worms for as long as she'd like on account of liking worms.

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I’m glad I’ve been listening to Queen more again and remembering why I got into them in the first place, because the terrible discourse online can obscure the band sometimes, but then you listen to them again and remember, “Oh yeah, I’m here for them and their music, not shitty people online” lol

[antirepurp]

"egads am i making this stand design needlessly sexualized because it belongs to a female character" i gasp to myself while staring at a stand design that exposes its crotch in a series where the men wear crop tops and sometimes have their ass cheeks out in the most flirtatious poses known to man

[the-kipsabian]

okay for todays agendas we

1. post missed fics to ao3 (theres like four of them)

2. new wrestler as text posts set cause i crave for shitposting

3. make actual dinner hell yeah

and 4. i guess im attempting to write some more? i have multiples agendas to run and stuff to finish lol

..actually i have one two parter i should also finish hmmm tho i should probably focus on finishing hanahaki first. idk what do people wanna read?

(maybe agenda 4.5. maybe i should finally organize and name my wips and post a list lol)

//oh right its monday, i gotta leave out space for the potential bte giffing agenda i almost forgor wow im so eepy

[kimmkitsuragi]

okay i changed urls again!!!! pls like if u see

holddthegirl -> kimmkitsuragi

films & shows & etc sideblog: @loidsxf

about: x

[kit-williams]

This is Mythical coming at you live from your ask box! You know the horny brain worms have been absolutely squirming so imma request some down bad Roboute Guilliman and his unexpected yet untamed need to breed!

I’m talking full on primal, face down ass up even prone boned breeding. I want the most unhinged breeding session where Guilliman’s beloved will feel it WEEKS afterwards. And of course you just know we gotta have the dirty talk, we need to know who well Guilliman gives it. It’s so good you can’t form even a thought afterwards. Hell he might not even let you get too far from him, he’s gonna stay right where he is and keeping you right where you need to be just to make sure it takes <3

(I’m sending this just so I don’t forget, I also apologize if the brain worms got too feral!)

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina

@the-californicationist

(Cali this is about one of the Primarchs aka the really big guys)

tw: SMUT; its ovulation time for the homies so its horny

edit: Thank you to @squishyowl for the divider

Uh uh uh is all that could leave your mouth at this point. Your knuckles white as you fisted the bedding tightly to keep you in place. Your face against the bedding as you still couldnt decide if the way your nipples were slightly rubbing against the sheets and other fabrics was enjoyable or not. You could feel his hand in your hair just pulling your head back slightly as you could think as he was now lazily sinking in and out of your cunt.

Guilliman doesn't know what happened... just he saw you with one of the other high ranking women of Ultramar and really there was nothing special about it... you simply were holding a baby. He was certain he was sterile, what use would breeding be for a tool, but then again why give them the parts? Why give them the inklings of desire? Perhaps at some point he would have asked the Emperor but now he doesn't care. But the thought of her holding that baby wouldn't leave his thoughts... it kept drifting in and out... in the background... just a background thought that he would associate akin to one thinking about what was for dinner that night.

But... he wanted her to be holding his baby on her hip. A bright eyed babe with curly hair... he wanted it to be their baby she was bouncing in her lap and cooing at. "You're so tight around me love." He says with a purr in his voice, "And to think you've just been screaming your head off with how I've been handing you." He thrusts in hard eliciting a whimper from you. Watching you arch your back more trying but with him holding your hair keeping you from hiding that blush on your face and breasts. Guilliman leans in whispering, "I am certain the entire Fortress knows I'm fucking you with how you've been screaming with pleasure."

His eyes follow the drool on your bottom lip and moving down your chin. As you just pant and he can't help but grin watching you react as his cock lazily throbs inside of you. Sex did not mean much to Guilliman as he was already fully grown by the time he was old enough to partake in it which scared off many who would try. But he looks at you trembling... swallowing down air... as he could see the way his cock stretched you to almost your limit and he knew how his cum would ooze out of you when he pulled out for the night.

Something about you ovulating made his brain ITCH in a good way. It made him want to be like this... buried to the hilt and fucking you till you were incoherent. If he was feeling selfish enough he would just like tonight. "I'm going to put a baby in you." He says watching you shudder with some form of pleasure. "I'm going to make you so fat with my babies. Oh yes I want to give you multiple." He says lazily lowering his voice to those octaves he knows you like... flexing his vocal cords and swelling his third lung to add that extra oomph and reverberations to his next words, "Watch your breasts leak with milk... watch you rub your swollen belly... truly make you a mother to my Ultramarines."

He listens to you gasp and feels you once more orgasm around the slowly moving cock inside of you. He lets your head drop back down to be face first on the bed. His hips move quickly as he pants himself, "Oh I'm going to make sure it takes! They already know what I do with you! So why not have something to show for all the effort we've put in? Wouldn't you agree my Lady?" All you can do in reply is incoherently moan pushing your hips back like a slut desperate for release. Maybe it was his aura... his presence... just the way he spoke to you... but by the THRONE you wanted this man... this demi god to put a baby in you right now!

You don't know how much longer you two fuck it could have been five more minutes or an hour just you lay there in the blissful afterglow feeling so sweaty, as per usual after having sex with him. You could hear the haptic feedback noise from his dataslate as he was always busy but at least you two had a concession with this... he could do unintrusive things and you got your cuddles and it felt so normal. You nuzzle into his pectoral and you feel his lips on the top of your head... but you could feel it... you didn't know how to explain it but you could just feel his desire still there as if it was a storm brewing in the distance and all it needed was a breeze to suddenly head your way.

[philistiniphagottini]

16, 60, 66 and 71,,, for Aventurine if it's alright please? If you're still doing these ofc! Lowkey craving for soft femdom towards Aventurine Q__Q;;;

Hi yes, Anon, I am still doing requests for the smut prompts. It is a permanant list on my blog that you can request from whenever. Thanks for the request, it was fun writing for Aventurine again. Enjoy~

Smut Prompts

16 + 60 + 66 + 71

cw. smut, hand job, praise, soft femdom, mentions of aphrodisiac (Aven eats too many oysters lol), female reader, MDNI

With a soft sigh falling from your parted lips you crawled into Aventurine’s lap, plump thighs straddling and caging his slender legs. A slow smirk crawled over his lips as you settled, his body gently bouncing on the mattress as he peered up at you beneath the thick rim of his glasses, bright eyes shimmering beneath the pale bedroom light. 

"You really shouldn’t have eaten all those oysters at the gala" you said, fingers working the clasp of his belt.

A warm chuckle breezed past Aventurine’s lips as he rolled his shoulders with a nonchalant shrug.

"What can I say? I have expensive tastes" he replied with a charming smile.

You couldn’t help the soft snort of laughter that wormed its way up your throat. He gave you a sly wink as you popped the button of his trousers and with a pointed roll of your eyes you gently shoved his chest, coaxing him into leaning further back for you. Aventurine complied to your silent request, propping his upper body with his elbows as he watched you work with practised ease. The muscles in his stomach jumped as your fingers trailed along the wisps of fair hair of his happy trail, following it all the way down with tantalising touches until it disappeared beneath the band of his underwear. His cock was achingly hard even before you had crawled into his lap, the weeping head leaving behind a dark, wet splotch on the fabric of his underwear as his dick twitched in anticipation. He opened his mouth to offer a teasing remark but he immediately choked on the words when your fingers touched hardened warmth.

He had to swallow the budding saliva on his tongue as your fingers grazed against his sensitive cock, the aphrodisiac heightening his senses to an almost tortuous degree as it felt like your mere touch was pressing against the live wire of his nerves. A soft moan fell from his kiss-swollen lips as his cock sprung free from his underwear, the drooling tip glistening like morning dew as beads dripped from the tip. A pleasant heat licked at the base of his spine as a warm hum bubbled up your throat, a soft smile stretching your lips as your thumb circled the leaking slit of his dick.

"My, my Aventurine. You’re so big for me~"

A groan fell from Aventurine’s lips as he struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed and his gaze focused on your sumptuous body perched above him. His hands curled around your plump thighs, fingers sinking into the plush skin and squeezing generous amounts of your supple flesh. His gaze lingered on your chest, the rosy tips of your nipples peeking through the lacy material of your bra and tempting him to have a taste. Even if his head was spinning and stuffed full of cotton, he would remember to do that later, after you helped soothe his aching problem. You loosely curled your fingers around his cock, drawing a breathy gasp from him as you slowly pumped your fist along his shaft. You softly cooed his name as more of his creamy essence dribbled over your fingers as you stroked him, your grip turning firm as another loud moan was wrenched from Aventurine. 

"Good boy" you gently praised. "You’re already doing so well."

Your praise made his cock jump in the palm of your hand, his back arching as you stroked him a little harder. His usual silver tongue started to feel like lead in his mouth, drool gathering at the corners of his lips at the wet sound your fist made as you messily stroked him. The hot knot coiling in the pit of his stomach winched tighter as his hands squeezed your supple thighs once more, grip almost bruising as another sinful noise crawled out of the back of his throat. It felt like there was magic laced on the tips of your fingers as you rubbed your hand against his searing flesh, his cock twitching and aching as another pleased noise stirred in your chest, making his heart stammer frantically as you cooed his name so sweetly.

"Does it feel good, baby?" you asked, your voice dripping like honey as it warmed his throat. 

Aventurine nodded along to your words, long eyelashes brushing against his burning hot cheeks as he fought to peel his tongue off the roof of his mouth long enough to respond.

"So fucking good baby" he replied with a heady slur, saliva shimmering on his lips. "So good."

You hummed, pleased with his answer as your pace started to pick up. It felt like his blood was boiling in his veins as his cock kicked weakly against the palm of your hand, flushed tip swollen and aching for release. Your wrist curled around his cock as his hips snapped up to meet the delicious friction, almost bucking you from your seat atop of him. You gently hushed him as another hoarse whimper tickled his throat, free hand rubbing against his hip as you coaxed his lower half back down to the mattress. His entire body felt like it was on fire as the muscles in his thighs tensed, throat bobbing with each desperate moan spilling from his lips. 

"Please" he softly begged. 

Aventurine twisted between the sweat soaked sheets as you purred like a content cat. You leaned over him, engulfing him in your shadow as you peered down at him through thick lashes. 

"That’s my good boy. Cum for me."

Your words made him snap in an instant. Your hand stroked him to completion as thick ropes of his seed spilled over your fingers and painted his abdomen, his cock throbbing in your hand as he moaned your name like it was the only word he remembered. Your pace started to slow as you squeezed the last of his spend from the leaking tip of his dick, his overloaded nerves tingling as you milked him dry of every last drop. A thin sheen of sweat dotted Aventurine’s brow as he stirred beneath you, gulping down haggard gasps of breath as he stared up at you with eyes just as dazed as his mind. You rubbed your hand along his hip, eyes swimming with warmth as you gazed at him with soft eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" you asked.

Aventurine hummed in response, tense grip on your thighs loose as he idly rubbed his thumbs in circles into your skin. The erratic beat of his heart started to taper off as he regained control of his breathing, his senses slowly crawling back to him under the warm touch of your hands. He gave you a smile, eyebrows raised as his hands curled around your hips. 

"Hmm, I don’t think the aphrodisiacs have worn off quite yet" he mused. "Care to help me again, pretty girl?"

[thesezombiestastelikeashes]

Normally I post about Dimension 20 on my main blog but a thing happened on Adventuring Party and I'm gonna talk about it

So watching through the Episode 2 Adventuring Party, something really amazing happened at 2:15 ish. And now I'm gonna talk about consent and content in Tabletop and how @quiddie and Izzy (and everyone else at the table) absolutely fucking nailed it

Edited because I cannot believe I spelled Aabria wrong so many damn times in a row I'm so sorry

Specifics below the cut for spoilers and content warning: parasites and squick

The notes for DMs (and players) to take away from this:

Look for soft no's, even if you know your players. Make space for a no, even if you are excited. Once the no has been said, move on and no complaining that someone's comfort level isn't the same as yours.

So Brennan asked a question about the parasites, Chipmunks, and bear in Adventuring Party to clarify if Chipmunks and Parasite were one in the same or different entities (it was just the chipmunks being massively fucked up)

Aabria, as DMs who put their entire heart and soul into making a campaign often do, went to start explaining the basis for the parasites (link to ribbon worms, very content warn, dead dove do not eat). The table reacted. Brennan does a very physical ick response, Erika's face was very "I am listening to something gross", while the rest of the table looked interested in that way nerds do when they don't know what they're walking into. And Izzy said "I want you to stop."

Aabria just said ok, told the camera/audience to google it, and they moved on.

And I wanna talk about what a baller move that is on Aabria and Izzy's parts. (And Quiddie if you see this please tell Izzy she's an inspiration and I adore her and all of the compliments)

So first and maybe least controversial: Aabria

-While giving the explanation of the fucked up thing she slows down her talking (I'm not sure if it was intentional but it seemed it so I'm gonna talk about it) Instead of rushing through the explanation the way people excited tend to do she said everything slowly, gave lots of pauses to be interrupted, and really took the time to let the party know what she was describing was icky

-While doing the describing, she looked around the table. Not just at the person with the biggest visual reaction, but you can watch her make the rounds with her eyes to look at everyone and make sure they all know she is still engaging with them and checking in on them

-Her "ok" is so pleasant. It's not just polite, it's not just kind, it's upbeat and pleasant to listen to. There's no judgement in it, there's no "but I wanted to keep talking about this thing" its just "ok"

-And that's the fucking hard part, letting someone know you've heard them without any judgment or disappointment when they want you to stop talking about something

And now Izzy

-Most people aren't going to applaud someone for saying "I want you to stop" to a DM explaining something but I will. A+ Izzy

-She found her boundary and enforced it and felt comfortable with it

-She did it in such a specific way "want" instead of "need"; "I want" instead of "You need", not to mention the full firmness of it where it couldn't be misinterpreted (A+, hardest part)

-The flick of her eyes to the rest of the table, I can't tell if she's checking in with other people's comfort level or just watching Brennan's arm thing, but the way she looks at her fellow players is just such a Thing that I cannot Words about, whether its checking in for their comfort or looking for support for hers its an important look that I might be reading too much into.

Now some other important beats

-No one comments that Izzy made Aabria stop.

-Brennan says he can connect with Aabria later about it, without mentioning any of the content, and Siobhan and Jasper make the note of "maybe don't google it" but no one mentions the content after Izzy says it

-They just move on. Like even if it briefly sounds like they might hit back onto it (we'll never know what Erika was leading to with their "I've always been obsessed with") they just move on immediately

It's a goddamned masterclass of consent at the table. Aabria checking in and looking for soft no's and giving space for hard no's and then once a hard no was thrown immediately shifting the entire direction of the conversation was amazing.

[swoonbots]

Caine & Jax: Hugs

CW: N/A

Summary: Giving them a hug when they're at their lowest.

(please send asks if you can! I want to fuel my love for this show)

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Caine:

Caine makes a strange grunt of a noise, certainly surprised as you drag him down from the sky and hold his small body in your arms.

Another failed adventure had occurred, things had gone so bad the cast had cursed (or well, it was censored) him out for it.

You weren't in the greatest mood either but watching Caine's already small form shrink into itself and watching the others leave one by one... well, it left a bad taste in your heart.

That kind of curling feeling that squeezes and hurts.

Cautiously, you approached Caine and held him gently in your arm.

".. I.. didn't mind it. The adventure, I mean."

His heterochromic eyes peek out from below his top teeth, staring curiously at you.

"Thank you for trying."

Caine's heart raced as he leaned into your warm touch for just a moment, reveling in the first touch of affection he has ever had.

"I-I.. UM.. THANK YOU TOO."

As if embarrassed, Caine wormed his way out of your arms and cleared his non-existent throat.

"NONE THE LESS, MY DEAREST CONTESTANT- Y-YOU SHOULD BE WITH THE OTHERS! I HAVE MANY-A-PLANNING TO BE DOING FOR THE NEXT IN-HOUSE ADVENTURE!"

You smile up at him before Caine pops out of existence to do.. whatever he ends up doing.

Although.. you do find a small thank you gift when you head back to your room.

Jax:

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"What do you think you're doing?" He asks but doesn't move.

Your arms wrap tightly around him as you nuzzle into his back.

"I'm hugging you."

".. Why..?"

To be honest, you weren't quite sure yourself. If this were any other day, doing this would paint a huge target on your back.

And yet.

Yet, you hug him, because you were worried about him.

"... You've been missing lately."

He gets it, and it confuses him. Why are you holding him after everything he's done? Maybe you've lost your mind, or this damned hell has warped your sense of right and wrong.

Either way, he can't complain. How long has it been since he's been touched in a positive way? He relaxes in your grasp.

He.. misses this. The warmth of another's touch. But as soon as he realizes this, he's pushing you off and spitting out an insult.

"Don't tell anyone about this,'

He blurts out before running away turning on his heel and heading back to his room.

He's a little overwhelmed. All these years without a affection and such a simple gesture has him flustered, frustrated, and most importantly, embarrassed.

He won't bring it up but he hopes you hold him again.

It was nice.

A/N: I want to hug Pomni and Gangle, but I am a male focused blog. And also I don't have too many ideas for them.

[bingusbongu]

you write for so many characters that I absolutely adore oml.

Could you write some kind of Alastor x new-to-hell reader? (I feel like this would be really interesting :3)

Also since I'm likely gonna be putting in a lot of reqs I'm claiming an Emoji (🖋 <- this one) so you know which anon this is teehee

-🖋

♡A/N: RAAAAAAA HELLO I KNOW YOU GFYFGG im glad you found my blog!!! I also made sure to make this on this specific day for you,,, ♡

Masterlist

Rules

Alastor x New Sinner Reader!

Tw: mentions of death and murder, and of stalking

• okay, the fact you manage to catch the eye of NONE OTHER than the famous and feared Radio Demon is beyond believable

• your new, you must have done something to become his intrest. I dont think he will just pluck you out of the streets as soon as you spawned because he wanted to

• maybe you found yourself in the middle of a turf war or spawned while he and some other demon were in a battle. Maybe you killed another demon on pure accident. And maybe, due to him working with Charlie, maybe he decided not to kill you instantly and offered you the hotel. Since you are new, perhapse you wanted redemption? Hell knows that charlie would be ecstatic to have a new member!

• so, you go with Alastor to the hotel! Meeting an overjoyed Charlie and the rest of the crew!

• though, Alastor kept his eyes on you. Your new, he couldnt have a new member of the hotel accidently step into a war of some sorts and have yourself killed the moment he looks away.

• so, you being as clueless as you are, Alastor reluctantly decided he was going to teach you what to do and not to do in hell! Charlie thought it was a wonderful idea, finding it unbelievable that Alastor was the one to come up with the idea AND go along with it

• so, Alastor would take you out of the hotel and teach you certain things, like how to categorize lower level demons and higher ranking demons, how to protect yourself while walking the street from others who want to harm you

• "no no, you go for the heart, thats the liver"

• after you manage to learn alot from Alastor! Suprisingly, he is quiet a good teacher! But, instead of leaving you to yourself, he would be found occasionally hanging around you

• others would take notice how they always were able to find Alastor wherever you are, and when confronted about it, he would completely shoot down their question and change the subject

• Alastor thought you needed more protection. Though he did teach yoi how to take care of yourself, he still found a need to watch over you, to protect you. A worm of worry that wiggled in his chest when he cant spot you in the hotel.

• Alastor dosnt bring you along to his meetings, to keep his reputation and to protect you from certain eyes. If you are with the Radio Demon, then you have a bigger target on your head

• though, he does sometimes take you to his visits with Rosie!

• she adores you, finding you the cutest little thing. She sure was suprise to find a new sinner with Alastor, and one Alastor was so protective over, but she left it be, finding you precious and telling you stores from her time while sharing tea.

• though, a few of the staff of the hotel were,,, concerned for you. Husk especially. Having the Radio Demon on your back was certainly something new and worrying to him. Maybe he got you under contract, too. When he asked you about it, you shrugged it off and smiled like you hadnt even noticed! It baffled him, and how your mood didnt seem to dim when Alastor came around to check up on you.

• Vox, well, lets just say he may or may not have been the first overlord to actually notice you and your presence with Alastor. He has camaras everywhere, especially hidden outside of the hotel, he dosnt miss anything. So when he realized that the Radio demon was being friendly with a someone new he was not a happy camper

• he ended up confronting Alastor about it during their next meeting. And the way he quickly shut up apon noticing Alastors mood shift when you were mentioned had him traumatized. Velvet had to help him fix his screen after that

• Alastor is quite protective over you, even if you dont realize it, he has one of his little weird minions keeping an eye on you at all times when he isnt there, just to make sure you dont do something stupid.

-EXTRA-

• if you, instead of being a weak newcomer, started making a name for yourself withoit wasting any time, maybe killing off demons left and right or taking down a few overlords, you definitely have his attention

• you remind him of his old new sinner self, so he happily makes his presence known to you, and openly offers to guide you to make a name for yourself like he did

• he would show you how to take down even the most powerful overlords, collect souls to feed your power, and even how to keep your clothes from getting messy after killing so many!

• you are much like his apprentice. Following him wherever he goes and listening to him teach you about something.

• if you become powerful like him, you two become a quick and good duo! Both pf you being feared!

• though, he still makes sure you dont hurt yourself. No matter how powerful you have become, he makes sure you dont slip up and hurt yourself, or let someone hurt you. <3

[whumpofalltime]

friends, enemies, lurkers, we've made it to the

Whump Of All Time Finals!

What's the whumpiest whump of all time? Help us decide!

Find links and propaganda under the cut. Quarterfinalist and later match-ups are untagged, so your votes and reblogs matter! Make sure you click through to the main blog to find the run-off poll to crown third place, as well!

ROTK:

(spider attack, rescue)

"The Lord of The Rings, when Frodo gets bitten by a giant spider and left for dead by Sam at the end of The Two Towers, and then when Sam finds him in The Return of the King being held prisoner and whipped by an orc."

The Young Blood Chronicles (Save Rock and Roll's music videos, Fall Out Boy):

(link)

"Everyone gets bloodied, bruised, beaten up, tortured, rescued, limbs are amputated - it's brutal. Alone Together is particularly strong."

sorry for being late, but you want YBC propaganda? then you're getting YBC propaganda. I know you're a FOB fan, but I will be writing this for the benefit of those who don't know what YBC is, for better propaganda purposes! and yeah this is gonna be LONG. sorry.

So! The Youngblood Chronicles (shortened to YBC) is a series of 11 music videos made by the band Fall Out Boy, for their album Save Rock And Roll (you know this album, it's the one with My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark on it). The whole thing is quite short, less than fifty minutes long (even shorter if you don't count the uncut version's credits!!), and every single music video has some element of whump in it. This propaganda is gonna break down each individual music vid, and at i'll also talk a little bit about the irl context the album was written in, and why even THAT can be a little bit whumpy if you're insane like me!

(note: i'm going in the original release order over the uncut order, hence why i'm starting with MSKWYDITD instead of The Phoenix)

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark: Arguably the least whump-y out of all of them, but man, seeing all of Fall Out Boy's discography and memorabilia be burnt while people are dancing around the destruction? Man, when you know the real life stuff (the reception the band had in 2009, leading to them to take a three year hiatus)... and at the end, you see four guys bound in the back of a van!! And that van is getting burnt!! Burn everything you love and burn the... ashes.

The Phoenix: NOW here's the first of MANY whump tastes you'll get. Patrick Stump, the singer/cutie of the band, gets kidnapped, tied to a chair, has his hand CHOPPED OFF and mailed to his bandmate/best friend Pete Wentz, then gets tied down and utterly tortured by women who are laughing at his misery the entire time, getting prodded and stabbed by tools for... well, you'll see. By the end of the video, Pete and the other two members of FOB (Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley) have been kidnapped by these mysterious women too, with Pete specifically getting kidnapped by the blonde woman he was in bed with when Patrick's hand got delivered to him. If you enjoy cute boys getting tied down, covered in blood, and writhing around like worms while getting tortured... well you'll enjoy all of YBC but specifically you'll enjoy this!! I did :D! The war is won, before it's begun, release the doves, surrender love...

Young Volcanoes: Good news, FOB has been reunited! Bad news, by the women who dismembered Patrick! And now all the band members are tied to chairs, hooked up to IVs full of god knows what types of drugs, and blindfolded (all except Patrick). They are then forced to drink, snort hard drugs, and are force fed Patrick's organs! Yep, all four of them are forced to eat their lead singer's guts, and are so fucking drugged up they don't even realize what's happening (and now you know what the women were doing to him in the last mv, and you even get a nice little shot of the hack job of stitching him back up)!! Patrick hallucinates everyone having fun, but of course, at the end, all of them are knocked out because of the drugs. Americana, exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?

Alone Together: This is the song the OG propaganda mentioned, and for good reason. All four of them are shipped off into little personalized torture rooms, and, well, tortured! Pete is able to break out and even steals the hook from the girl who was torturing him, but little does he know that'll be his own undoing... also, in general, this song has some whumpy elements, specifically the line "my heart is like a stallion/they love it more when it's broke-in"... but notice how easy it is to hear "broke-in" as "broken"! At the end of the video, Pete is at least able to find Patrick (Joe and Andy have NOT been having a good time, either!! But sadly, they aren't found by Pete, but Pete DOES find Big Sean), and is even able to attach the hook to the stump (ha!) where his hand used to be. But something is clearly wrong with Patrick now. His eyes are yellow, and as the song ends, we hold on him, sneering and twitching. This is the road to ruin - and we're started at the end...

The Mighty Fall: First off if you say this is the worst song off of SRAR I will hunt you for sport. OKAY ANYWAYS, chronologically this comes after MSKWYDITD, and yeah, the four guys are the members of FOB. Pete is able to free himself with Patrick's new hook hand, and is able to get the other three out while Pete is hacking up a lung from the fire they just barely escaped. But they're not done getting their shit rocked yet. A gang of children show up (the leader being the kid Patrick waved at right before he was kidnapped back in the Phoenix MV), and proceed to separate them and beat the living shit out of them. The leader kid who's chasing Patrick plays something on a boombox... which triggers Patrick to go yellow-eyed again (from here on out i'll call it "going Youngblood" or "Youngblood self"). It was confirmed in the commentary track that ANY music would cause him to go Youngblood. And knowing Patrick IRL fucking loves to create/compose music... yeah! Take something he loves and turn it into something that drives him insane!! I'm normal!! And also the irl parallel you could draw to his solo career doing the same thing to him (on a less uh Dramatic level but you know)!!! Ouch!!!! Big Sean is able to save Patrick, but at the cost of his own life (and a killer rap verse... HELL YEAH I'M A DICK GIRL, ADDICTED TO YOU). Oh, how the mighty fall in love...

Just One Yesterday: The last vestiges of comfort you're gonna get for a WHILE. The four are separated, getting even more beaten up, Pete vomits up a snake, Andy gets his shit rocked by a homeless guy, Joe has to use white sheets as a makeshift tourniquet bc his leg got fucked up in The Mighty Fall MV, and Patrick is picked up by a kind stranger (hi Foxes! you have a very pretty voice! PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE STEERING WHEEL!). And finally, finally we get a hope spot. Fall Out Boy is reunited (the part where Andy just grabs onto Patrick's arm, in disbelief they're both alive... augh!!! AUGH!!!!), and for a moment, it seems they've been delivered to a hospital... before Foxes' eyes go completely black, looking at Patrick... and turns on the radio. She's able to trigger the Youngblood. And now Patrick is gone. The other three scramble into the hospital, Patrick not far behind, determined to kill them to stop the noise in his head. If Heaven's grief brings Hell's reign, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday...

Where Did The Party Go: Patrick, now fully consumed by the Youngblood brainwashing, is now stalking his bandmates in a hospital. Patrick is seeing visions of the hospital as an abandoned party, Andy has to painfully disinfect the wounds he's gotten, Pete is able to call for the police, and Joe... oh, poor Joe. He barricades himself into a room, but not well enough. Patrick finds him, and kills him, slitting his throat with the hook hand, showing no remorse at all... until Andy and Pete find them. The Youngblood wears off, and Patrick looks to what he's done, and is horrified at what he's done to his friend. And, bad news for him, the police are here, ready to arrest the murderer. All Andy and Pete can do is watch as tears roll down Patrick's eyes. And for the extra IRL context, this was the first song written for the album that made Pete and Patrick realize they had to get FOB back together... so lets match that with a music video where the member who helped get the band together in the first place dies. By the hands of the kid he found. Let's fade away together, one dream at a time...

Death Valley: Joe gets... uh, a little comfort? I mean, he thinks he's getting sent to heaven but goes to hell, buuuuut I think doing drugs in rock and roll hell with Tommy Lee is actually a pretty sweet deal, better than the deal the other three got! Pete and Andy are being interrogated while Patrick is in a jail cell. We find out that the cult that kidnapped them, Silence the Noise, is lead by Pete's girlfriend from WAAAAY back in the Phoenix MV, Courtney Love. And at the end of the MV... Patrick is bailed out of jail by Silence the Noise. They have him again. And this time, they're not gonna let him walk out until he's fully under their control. 'Cause tonight it's just fire alarms and losing you...

Rat a Tat: Silence the Noise has Patrick, and they utterly brainwash him, A Clockwork Orange style, with electroshock stimulation to keep him from looking away or closing his eyes, until there is nothing left. Patrick Stump does not exist anymore. Only the Youngblood, pliant under the control of Silence the Noise, tasked to destroy what he once loved; music. Andy dies at the hands of the cult, and now Pete has to protect a briefcase, the thing that got them into this mess, and keep it away from Silence the Noise, all while his best friend hunts him down. Are you ready for another bad poem?

Miss Missing You: THE WHUMPIEST OF THE WHUMP. What if we were best friends but you've been driven insane and I know the only way to stop you is to kill you and it was my fault you got into this mess and I was the one who gave you the weapon that will be my own undoing. What if we both died at the same time. What if we died, both of us failing the mission we had before us. What if that was a reference to one of their first music videos. What if this song was originally written for Patrick's solo album but he realized it was more of a Fall Out Boy song so it was scrapped until now. What if there's a legit argument to be made that half the lyrics for this song was written by Patrick. What if we were both boys. Grips walls, yeha i'm normal. If you don't watch ANY other music vid, watch Miss Missing You. Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

Save Rock And Roll: And our final track gives us a final bit of comfort. Patrick is able to overcome the Youngblood, and gets into heaven, where all of FOB is finally, finally reunited. God (aka Elton John) gives them new instruments and brings them back to earth, so they can do what they love; play music together. Which just so happens to release people from the control of Silence the Noise! But, because we can't have nice things, a cult within Silence the Noise got a hold of the briefcase, and summoned a spirit that starts to kill everyone. FOB stands together, and blasts the evil spirit, the blood coming up to the gates of heaven and covering Elton John in it. And... that's how it ends. No true resolution. Just Elton John covered in blood, as the song fades out. Oh, no! Wherever I go, go! Trouble seems to follow! I only plugged in to save rock and roll!

UH. AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH. but i really wanted to express just how much WHUMP they manage to fit into less than fifty minutes, all backed by an amazing album colored by the three years they were apart. colored by how they grew, colored by how bad the hiatus was for Patrick specifically, colored by how Confessions of a Pariah got Pete to reach out to help him, and this album came out of it, Fall Out Boy came back out of it, and now here we are, ten years later, with the title track being performed every night for their concert, with all the band singing the final lines together, and the line you are what you love, not who loves you hitting every single night.

SORRY. LISTEN TO FALL OUT BOY. thanks for letting me rant.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Second Chances Don't come Twice

Author’s note: Atlas in Husbandry. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Joth and Cedric.

Summary: Atlas remembers fighting demons on the ship- that had gotten lost in the warp and remembered the pain of getting torn apart by demons. He wakes up, he's in too much pain to be dead... But how is he alive? Where is he? Oh great- a Berserker Chaos Marine- A Khornate World Eater. Welp. He's gonna die. Again. and this time he's not able to move arms or legs. Shit.

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add anything else

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Atlas had been fighting aboard the ship- they had gotten lost in the warp, and their gellar field had partially fallen. He and his brothers had been fighting against the Demonic incursion, trying their best to survive and wrest themselves free of the storm and the demons. 

He had spotted one of his brothers about to get dragged out of the group by some demons and pushed him back deeper into the group. Unfortunately that meant that the demons were able to grab him with their claws and taunting cackling.

He gave as good as he got- his brothers fighting their hardest to free him from their grasp. He saw Catius and Oleandros call out for him- arms outstretched as they tried to reach him.

That thought warmed him- before the unending pain and agony of demons trying to tear him apart had him scream, despite his best efforts not to.

Things go Loud. Things go quiet.

He feels and hears a wet, wrenching sound of bones breaking. A voice- he dimly realizes is his, which he can’t stop hollers out in soul breaking agony.

He hears the cackling of mad gods. He hears the roaring of something golden.

The Pain

A flash of light

A flash of darkness

Unconsciousness

Atlas opens his eyes. That in and of itself causes great confusion. He had been in a pitched battle on the ship. He and his brothers were trying to fight off demons who’d breached the ship. He is surprised to be able to open them again. 

He had thought that the way he’d been caught by the demons that he’d die, horribly brutally in front of his brothers. He is not surprised that he is in complete agony and his many wounds on his body are complaining.

He smells the tang of blood and suffering. His mind fogs and hazes as he stares up at the blue cloudy sky. He frowns a little, the effort to think as he stares at the sky. Sky. He had been on a ship in the warp. This is. This ground he’s laying down upon is ground. He is on a planet.

That  does not make sense. He was on a ship in the Warp. He continues to stare up at the sky and struggle to breath as his thoughts are slow and his brain is full of panicked jabbering half formed thoughts as he’s consumed by the utter agony he’s in.

‘How am I on a planet?’ is a thought that forms in his mind. ‘Is this a trick? An illusion? why?’

He continues to breathe, a task that seems monumental at the moment. Something of a great struggle. He hears the sound of something, and slowly turns his head to look and sees some… animals.

Farm animals started to approach him. Some herbivores that are used for meat, milk, and the fibers of their fur can be used to make clothing and other things.

Some of the creatures with horns bleat at him and one of them boldly comes over and bleats in his face. He flinches a little at the sound. But that movement sends waves of unending agony through him. 

Ow. He shouldn’t have tried moving. That hurt. That had really badly hurt. Part of him wonders if he’ll survive this. Or if he’ll die surrounded by farm animals.

As soon as he thought that part of him recoiled at that thought. While another part of him felt comforted that at least his body will feed the worms and other creatures of a planet, rather than the cackling maddened creatures of the Warp.

He hears more movement and a barking noise- and sees a trio of four legged creatures with fur- guardian dogs as they herded the herbivores away from the Strange Giant Metal Bleeding creature. The oldest of the Guardian canids snuffles and growls and barks and howls.

Atlas merely wishes the creature would stop being so loud. It’s not like he can do anything to get away from the creature. Or harm the canids charges. Oh- his head is ringing from how loud it is.

He hears the tromp and tread of something large headed his way and his hearts sink. He knows the stomp of Ceramite upon many different surfaces. With effort- far too much effort he shifted his head- trying to see who was coming towards him.

He hears a voice rumble out, and his hearts sink further. The dual toned almost staticky sounding tones of a Chaos Marine- the canid, blessedly stops barking and runs towards the Chaos Marine.

Atlas’s hearts sink further- he can’t do anything but watch as the canid heads towards the fuck he’s so fucked. The Khornate Berserker World Eater.

Instead of slaughtering the creature- the Chaos Marine does a gesture and says a phrase- it seems like a coded phrase as it has the trio of canids off to a different part of the … farm that he’s on.

Oh. He’s so fucking dead. Deader than dead. His skull and blood shall be used in a twisted Khornate ritual. And he can’t even put up a fight to try and get away form the Chaos Marine.

He wonders if the Khornate Chaos Marine will kill him, or just sneer down at him and watch as he dies, too weak, to pathetic for the mercy of a quick death.

Joth had heard the Guardian Dogs bay- in that particular way that meant they were trying to scare something, or someone off. And whatever it was, wasn't backing off.

With swift movement he heads in the direction of the dogs- and sees a ceramite covered form- lying on the ground and the iron tang of blood and pain scent the air.

As he comes closer- he realizes the fellow Space Marine- who he had readied to growled at was wearing Ultramarine colors- and was severely wounded and a Baby.

Joth approaches the likely severely hurt, and likely going to be skittish as fuck baby who looked like he was drifting in and out of wakefulness.

The baby manages to squint up at him and try very hilariously to growl at him, but was in too much pain to do that and merely made raspy whimpering noises.

"Not gonna hurt you Scoutling," Joth croons, at the very suspicious and heavily wounded baby. Who- to his credit, attempted to growl at him again.

Joth watched the way the younglings limbs twitch, but not move much. That. could be really bad. He sends a message to the local Astarte clinic about a heavily wounded baby needing immediate help, as well as not being stable enough to move.

He gets a swift response as he crouches down next to the youngster, "I know that you won't believe me, but I am not going to hurt you. Help is coming- some brothers are going to patch you up."

Joth is talking to the baby and grabs one of his hands gently, the baby seems to be hovering between wakefulness and passing out from the pain he's in.

"Keep awake little cousin," Joth rumbles, gently squeezing his hand. He smells the stench of Chaos on his wounds. Poor kid got on the wrong side of a fight with some demons.

Joth's ears prick as he says, "Your brothers are coming- we will get you fixed up, stay awake little Scout."

Zariel and Cedric are running towards them with urgent battle care kits as well as a team with a stretcher just minutes behind him. The Baby Black Templar lets out a growly noise at Joth, before his eyes snap to the blue and gold clad Scout.

"Atlas!" Cedric calls out as he runs to Catius and Oleandros's squad lead and fellow Primaris Ultramarine's side as he and Zariel assess and patch up Atlas.

[aroaceloverofgarlicbread]

Hello

My old introduction message was not very good so I’m gonna do a new one.

Hello. My name is TheAroaceGarlicBreadLover, I am an INFP aroace, and this is my blog where I will primarily talk about aspec stuff, but possibly other things as well rarely. And even though this blog is primarily intended to be for aspec people, basically anyone is accepted here as long as you don’t discriminate against others. However, I mostly direct all my posts at aspec people (Such as most of my polls being directed at aspec people specifically and having one option for non-aspec people in general), so you may feel a bit left out if you’re not.

https://en.pronouns.page/@GarlicBreadAAAAA

Don’t send me donation asks. I have accepted them before and will still answer the ones I have in my inbox currently. But any ones from now will be deleted. I am a minor and cannot afford to donate to you and my blog is not big enough for your post to be more spread than it already is. All they do is make me feel bad and I don’t want any more of them. Hope you understand.

I don’t swear, but I have no problem with other people doing it and some of the things I reblog will still have swears probably

I am an introvert, and not very good at being social and talking to people, so i may be a bit awkward to talk to and I’m not very self confident so I often change my mind instantly after posting something and delete it right after so if you see me having posted something and then it’s gone, that’s probably why, and if it’s not deleted then I have most likely edited the post several times (Such as this entire part being something I put in after posting this)

This I tend to write very long messages very often to make sure I convey everything I wanna convey, so sorry about that.

My interests outside of mentioning that I’m aroace every 5 seconds are mostly writing stories, Playing Minecraft (Mostly being in fan-made life series if you know what that is, but it’s pretty niche so I doubt anyone will), and anything related to Undertale/Deltarune (I love UT/DR so much, I am absolutely obsessed with it), including AUs and such, and I’m also interested in just playing other video games as well, but Minecraft, Undertale, and Deltarune are my favorite ones.

I am openly Aroace both irl and online, so basically everyone who knows me pretty well also knows that I’m aroace at this point, although no one except my close friends and such in my school knows, as some people there are a bit queerphobic. I live in Europe.

I am still quite inexperienced with both being aroace and with tumblr, so if you notice anything I should be doing differently, just tell me.

I’ll try to post at least one non-reblog daily, often more, and if you want to say anything, I have an ask me anything thing that you can use (Please do, I’m already running out of ideas of things to post).

I am okay with suggestive jokes and stuff like that, but only from other people who are also minors. People that aren’t minors can still follow and interact with me, but then don’t make suggestive jokes please.

Hope you have a good time here!

LORE (Not really):

I have 3 worms thanks to i-give-worms

I have also have giant orange fuzzy worm pet

I have an apple

I also have too many kiwis - 502

I have a curse where all my Garlic Bread also contains onions, but it can be fixed by using silver plates

I have a strong shield that repels kiwis

I was given 5 nekomimi (Which means with cat ears if google didn’t lie to me) kids, named Karl, Max, Jerry, Tom and Hajime. I am not prepared for children but yeahh… when they grow up I’ll put them in my Garlic Bread factory or smth. Apparently they go crazy over cat nip…

I have a really big box of garlic chicken tenders

I have a spray bottle

Selling hoodies with silhouettes of purple bats!! 10 left in stock!! They cost 2 Garlic Bread each!!

[bimbos-are-angels]

ᴅᴇʙᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ Pt. 2

@terriblefaun

Back with part 2 y'all! Thank you to those that reblogged and liked, as it helps my blog and helps me a lot too! Luv y'all and I hope you enjoy! Credits to awesomesauce creator @anitalenia for the dividers!

CW: Sexual content (mdni), P in V, Female anatomy, dacryphilia, lots of fluff with smut at the end.

“It’s sooooo hot outtt” You whined. After about a week of traveling with Mr. Morgan and a week since you had last seen your backstabbing ass of a father (Arthurs's words, not yours.) You had come to enjoy the company of this older man. “Shut up, we’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” you groaned

“Just shut up for a few minutes and enjoy the ride.”

He wasn’t wrong about the scenery, it was gorgeous. Your house was surrounded by rolling hills for miles, which was pretty in its own way. However- the mountains have always had a special place in your heart for some reason, with so many animals and so many colorful plants. Suddenly, Mr. Morgan’s horse slowed to a halt and he got off. You hadn’t even processed what was in front of you while you were thinking. A small dingy camp with an amazing overlook of a nearby town. Before you could say anything, Arthur had yanked you off of his horse and dropped you on the ground. “I’m not livestock! The hell’s wrong with you, miserable old man!” He smirked but turned away for a second to contain himself. “Follow me then, your highness.” He spat. You liked it when he was sarcastic, the trip to this camp was full of you verbally shooting daggers at him to set him off. You wanted him to snap at you for some reason. You wanted to see the veins in his forehead and arms bulge and for him to get silent and stoic- It wasn’t a want at this point- it was a need. 

A shriveled, small, and rather well-dressed man approached the both of you, he looked worried and confused. “Herr Morgan! Herr Morgan! Where’s the money? You know the routine at this point! Who’s this?!” This man reminded you a little bit of a tiny worm, wriggling and panicking as he tried to talk to Arthur. You finally got to see Mr. Morgan upset though, as you observed him rub his temples with his large and rough hands. “ ‘Ere’s the situation, I tried gettin' the money from Mr. Clifton-” 

“I don’t see the money, Arthur!” 

“Let me finish” He sighs and continues, 

“He gave me his daughter instead. Thought he could pay me with her”

The little man shuddered, “He’s really as scummy as I thought he was. I knew he’d pull something- But don’t you usually do something with those men?” You looked at Arthur, the implication that he would beat up- or worse- kill your own father was horrifying. Arthur didn’t answer the little man and just walked away. Following him, you two came across another man. “Dutch- ‘M back,” Arthur yells. “Arthur! We all thought you were hanging in Blackwater or some other area!” He looks at you and adds on, “Who’s this? ‘Ya can’t just be grabbing prostitutes from towns ya’know!” The man snickers. It seems the more interactions that Mr. Morgan has at this camp, the more irritated he gets. You enjoy watching him turn red and scurry away from the others and back to his tent. You shrugged off the comment however, you had been called worse. Besides, you pretty much had the mind of a prostitute around Arthur Morgan. You had wondered what it would be like to sleep with him, to take all of him, and how he’d look. Was he big? Does he have muscles and would he use them to hold you down? “Hey.” 

“JESUS CHRIST” you yelled, everyone in camp looking at you. Spinning around, you stare him down for interrupting your thoughts. Putting his hands up, he turns back around and walks back to his tent, and grabs a rolled-up mattress for you to sleep on. “ ‘Is gettin’ dark out, here’s a bed.” You felt horrible, “Thank you, ‘m sorry.” Before going back to his tent, he pats you on the back. “I know-” he sighs “I know you didn’t want this happenin'- n’ I know I ain’t some handsome prince charmin’ like the books I saw you readin’” He’s embarrassed, he can’t even maintain eye contact with you now. 

“I wan’ you to know that I think you're a mighty fine gal and I wouldn’t mind if ya’ stuck around.” His face was cherry red, and he couldn’t even face you now. Was this your chance? Your gut was practically screaming at you to kiss him, to hold him, to just sleep with him. Stepping towards him you start to stare into his eyes. They were shaking and wide, but aimed in on you, all of you. Pulling you in, he tilted your head up and kissed you. His hands slide down to your hips, and then your ass as he pull you closer to him. Feeling him against your areas, his mouth escapes and moves on to your neck and collarbones. You yelped as he bit and then kissed the wounds afterward, looking back up at you to get your validation. You couldn’t take it anymore- “Arthur, please-” He nods and picks you up bridal style to his tent. Laying you down he kisses you some more as he pulls up your shirt and pulls down your skirt and petticoat. You’re so obviously wet it’s embarrassing. Not for Arthur however, as he goes down on you with so much rigor it’s downright despicable. The moans you’re letting out were pure sin and probably has woken up the whole camp at this point. Getting up, he begins to unzip his pants to pull his dick out. Holy shit you thought, his size was bigger than anything you could have thought of in your dirtiest fantasies. He pumps himself a few times before looking back up at you for an answer. “Put it in-” You moan. As he stretched you out, you couldn’t help but grip the sheets around you. It’s so painful, but it’s so good, your mind is melting as he starts to move his hips in and out of you, slowly picking up the pace. Slipping in and out of you because of how tight you are, he groans and strains his muscles to hold you down to stop you from moving too much. He’s so huge, every part of him is huge, his muscles, his cock, his whole body. You can’t help but start moaning more and more as he grips your hips with one hand and pushes you down with the other. “Fuck, m’ close” Arthur starts to move quicker, and his grip is stronger and beginning to leave flowered bruises on your hips and ass. Grabbing your jaw, he pulls you closer for a kiss as he releases inside you. “Ah fuck ‘m so so sorry” As he pulls out, he grabs a nearby cloth to wipe the tears from your pink cheeks. “I’m okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.” you sigh. You two lay there in silence, as he holds you in his arms, you know that as you slowly drift off to sleep, you’ll only dream of you and him- together.