#the acting abilities of these men....absolutely insane

[pariaritzia]

Queerness in Indian Media

↳Film: NAVARATHRI (1964, Tamil) dir. A.P. NAGARAJAN / NAVARATRI (1966, Telugu) dir. T. RAMA RAO / NAYA DIN NAI RAAT (1974, Hindi) dir. A. BHIMSINGH

Navarathri follows the story of Nalina (Savitri) who runs away from home. Over the course of the nine nights of Navaratri festival, she encounters nine men (Sivaji Ganesan in a multi-role), each of whom represent one of the Navarasam, or nine human emotions.

On the seventh night she meets an actor, who represents the emotion of Elegance, and his troupe. The actor and his troupe are portrayed as feminine, yet are not villainized--they assist Nalina and even rescue her from a typically male character who attempts to harm her.

On the eighth night, Nalina crossdresses as a man and introduces herself with a male name while meeting with a hunter, which is meant to represent the emotion of Bravery.

The film was remade into Telugu with Savitri reprising her role as protagonist and Akkineni Nageswara Rao as the men, and then in Hindi with Jaya Bhaduri as protagonist and Sanjeev Kumar as the men.

[schoenpepper]

This Love is Skin Tight

Intro: Vil's love has arms and teeth, it latches onto you and never lets go.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, he's kinda nuts ngl, just like i like my men, death idk, yandere, curses and poisons and stuff, like one German word and a couple French but it's from google translate, swear words

A/N: Got overexcited and rushed through my first request. I hope you like it anon whose emoji I can't understand (worm? intestine? noodle? isaw anon what).

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The dominoes fall one by one, and it starts with a potionology exam.

One you fail, mind you, but Vil can't think of a more perfect entry point to your life. He's the Pomefiore housewarden after all; he got his position by virtue of his potionology (and poison brewing 💜) skills, so you would obviously come to him for help. He would scold you for failing in the first place, but he would reluctantly agree to tutor you. Alone. Behind locked doors. Well after curfew. He's so generous, really, should you be too scared to traverse campus in the middle of the night on your lonesome, he would even be willing to lend you a room in the dorm (but if it just so happens that the empty rooms are dusty, he's afraid he won't be able to use magic to clean them, and instead, he'll have to lend you his bed). The perfect plan leading to his perfect romance.

"So I got Riddle senpai to teach me!"

What?

His head turns so fast towards your table in the cafeteria that he's sure his neck almost snaps, but he's too preoccupied with your words to care. You chose to have that hot-tempered redhead tutor you rather than him? He's clearly the best option. Sure, Rosehearts is smart, but book smart wouldn't give you the knowledge and ability that his hands-on teaching would give you. You've made a terrible decision; ergo, he must rectify it.

He makes his way over to you in confident strides, making sure to flash you his best side when he calls out to you. "Süßkartoffel, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation from my table. If you're struggling so much at potionology, I could gracefully lend you my time to teach you, even amidst my very busy schedule."

You'll say yes, of course. He's already offered himself to you; what more do you want? He inspects the expression on your face and thinks of how much lovelier it would look once he gained control over your skincare routine.

"Oh, no, thank you, Vil senpai." You reply.

Frowns bring wrinkles, anger brings wrinkles.

Vil has to repeat the sentence over and over again in his mind for him not to break then and there. Maybe you'll agree to his offer if he accidentally drops two cursed sugar cubes into Rosehearts' lemon tea? He can't find it in himself to verbalize the threat when you smile at him so innocently, your eyes sparkling as you spoke. "I wouldn't want to take up your time, I know you barely have enough time for yourself." He fails to reply before the bell rings, and you pat his shoulder twice before skipping away with your merry band of idiots.

He did not spend at least thirty minutes in his room after classes just burying his face into the part of the blazer you'd touched. That would be disgraceful.

The second domino tips over when you visit the Film Research club. He preens like a peacock at your arrival, making sure his beret is snug on his champagne locks and his camel trenchcoat is absolutely flawless—not a speck of dirt on it. He acts undeterred by your presence, crossing one leg over the other as he sits on the folding chair. Lilac eyes glance your way before going back to the set, and he gestures at the staff manning the clapperboard. Vil pretends that he's all too focused on the actors, though he keeps you in his peripheral. Thus, he's halfway to insanity when he notices you're giggling with Ortho by the curtains instead of fawning over his gorgeous figure. How dare you?

You're so annoying.

Why aren't you tripping over yourself for him the way that you should? This is ridiculous!

His hold on the megaphone slips, and the sound of it crashing to the floor stops the actors on the scene. "Apologies." Vil looks at them haughtily. "Your acting was so boring and uninspired that my hand fell asleep."

Ha, see if he doesn't curse that robot child to never be around five feet of you again.

The students scurry back to their original places and restart the scene. Now you're finally looking at him. He straightens his posture to an impeccable standard under your admiring gaze, and even now, he still can't find a way to concentrate on his club activities. No, he wants to drag you over to sit on his lap in the director's chair and have you play with the clapperboard in that adorable fidgety manner you do whenever you're anxious. The scene finishes with audible sighs of relief from the actors.

"Y/N. Come here."

You walk over to him. "Yes, senpai?"

"Did you learn anything from their performance or did you just come here to chatter with Ortho?" Vil's tone comes out perhaps a little more poisonous than he would have liked, but you don't seem to mind it as you chuckle sheepishly. "Sorry, I wasn't watching too closely." You don't sound sorry at all.

"Then don't waste your time here if you're just going to be unproductive." Before he could offer you a chance at being his (permanent) assistant director, you bow at a perfect 45-degree angle. "I'm so sorry, senpai. I'll leave, then. I'm very sorry to disturb you." You walk away faster than he can stop you, and it makes him wonder if perhaps he should just hex your shoes to stay in place every time he's saying something that you so love to conveniently cut off. Would it kill you to let him finish his sentences? The corner of his lip twitches. He takes another deep breath.

He's a little too close to just locking you away in a basement forever.

The last domino falls and shatters his resolve to be a normal person and court you like a normal person would (read: meticulously create a series of coincidences that will have you seeing him in a new light and making you fall for him).

On such a beautiful, brilliant sunny day, he finds storm clouds drawing above his head at the sight he catches in the botanical garden. Leona Kingscholar, of all people, seems so comfortable laying his head down on your lap as you sit against a tree with a book in your hands. At Vil's fuming, Rook drops down next to him (where the fuck did he come from) and gleefully asks a question, plucking the string of his bow. "Permission to hunt the roi des lions, mon roi?" For once, he's glad that his best friend is a freak. The word leaves his lips before he can even think about it.

"Granted."

Whoosh, an arrow flies through the air and pins a corner of Leona's vest to the ground when he makes a move to dodge. "Ah, you were awake!" Rook shouts as he runs over to the beastman with a wide smile. "This should make the hunt more fun."

Leona clicks his tongue and sits up before bolting right across the field.

"Get away, you fucking nutjob!"

"Non, non, this is a permitted hunt!"

Vil watches with a subtle smile playing on the curve of his lips. When he finally turns to you, he finds a numb expression on your pretty face. "My, süßkartoffel, I didn't think that you and that lion were so close." You shrug and close your book. "I was walking when he pulled me down and claimed me as his pillow, so I just went with it."

Sorry, you just went with it?

His smile feels a little too heavy to keep up.

You just went with it? Are you serious? Are you real? What if I knocked you out right now and chained you to my bed? Will you still go along with it, then? What about if I dose your food with love potions?

"I see. Y/N, walk with me." Vil commands, snapping his fingers. You oblige and follow him all the way back to the Pomefiore dormitory in a deadly silent stroll. He opens the door to his room for you and locks it, murmuring a quick curse on the doorknob before turning to face you. "I would like to preface this by saying that this is not the way I wished to confess to you."

"No problem. What would you like to confess?" You have the nerve to beam at him in this situation. Do you even know what he's saying?!

You sit down on the edge of his bed, looking up at him so innocently. So naive and guileless.

He thinks he'd like to ruin you.

He wants to break you down into pieces and rebuild you in a way where you would want him in this monstrous form, all envy and sharp claws unsheathed. He wants to piece you back together with his name in every shard of your being. He wants to engrave you into himself, and by doing so, never be apart ever again. The only thing he does is kneel at your feet.

"Please tell me why you're like this." Vil whispers softly, leaning his head on your knee.

"I'm not sure I follow..."

"I love you." There's relief when he finally gets the words out of his mouth. He should have stopped there. Instead, the rest of his misshapen adoration comes spilling from his lips, confessions of unholy yearning leaving him like a prayer. "Truly, I love you so much that I despise you. I love you like the world loves the sun; I wish to burn in flames to witness your splendor. I love you like the tides love the moon; my heart threatens to engulf shores in watery death should you choose to look away from me. I love you like no one else has ever loved before; they are all embers in comparison to this fiery hearth I've tended for you." He feels your fingers gently running through his hair.

"Senpai..."

"Do you not find me ugly like this? Despicable? A monster comparable to eldritch horrors?" Vil frowns, his eyes teary. He is not a man who weeps, but what he is is an actor of great renown. "My love for you is too intense; it threatens to kill everyone you care for in an attempt to keep you for myself. My love is too eternal; it wishes to isolate you from those dregs of society you call friends; it wishes to devour you in your entirety. My love for you whispers to me with bloodlust, and only your flesh will satisfy it." He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles gently.

"Okay."

"Er, pardon?"

You shrug, patting his head. "If you like me that much, let's be together. So, like, do we kiss now or...?"

Vil stares up at you wide-eyed.

"Kiss?"

"Isn't that what couples do?"

"Pardon? Are we," He blinks. "Are we a couple?"

"I thought you liked me? I like you too. So we're a couple now, right?" You lean down and kiss his lips. You're inexperienced, for sure, only awkwardly fitting your mouths together. Vil thinks he might be insane with the way he chases after your lips, regardless.

[beneathashadytree]

HEY GUYS! LONG POST HERE, BUT PLEASE READ🙏🏽

I am genuinely appalled by the discourse ongoing in the LNDS fandom these past few days—but above all, I am severely disappointed in what had started out as one of the most inclusive and sweet fandoms I’ve ever been in. I have a few things to say, so in this post I’m trying to put all my thoughts to words. Apologies if I sound harsh, but I’m genuinely livid. Also, please ignore any typos. I’m not wearing my glasses while word-vomiting.

First off, for a fandom that is composed of mostly adults, you guys have been acting terribly childishly. It’s 2024, and yet people are still unironically shaming others for “switching up on their favs” as if a person owes 2D characters any loyalty. Let people enjoy things. The novelty of Sylus and how he’s quite literally 6 months behind the other 3 love interests makes people want to catch up on the enjoyment of him all at once. He’s still such a brand new character and concept, so there’s no wonder everyone’s hyped up over him.

I’ve seen people get genuinely mad at other players and writing whole think-pieces about this. I promise you guys, the company making this game is still benefiting whether you’re pouring your money into Sylus or any one of the previous 3. We’re all happy to have an interesting character pop up among the roster now, and we’re taking our time getting to know him. Doesn’t make any of the first 3 any less loved. I genuinely don’t remember this amount of nastiness when solo events for each of the guys used to drop.

In fact, if the popularity thing is worrying you, going off MLQC (the company’s past game) the character who was last added was—eventually, after the initial hype died down—kicked off to the sidelines in most major events and was given the least content, and was the least favorite of fans.

Secondly, and this has my blood boiling, there is an insane amount of entitlement and rudeness I’ve seen on my timeline concerning how people characterize the men—particularly Rafayel.

Absolutely nothing warrants this shitty attitude towards other creators for how they depict characters in their fics. It seems you guys feel protected behind a screen and think it gives you the right to bully strangers online. Fanfiction is for fantasizing about your favs; for letting your imagination run wild. If this were a character analysis, then yes, maybe I’d agree that inaccuracies are aggravating. However, in fanfiction, there are zero rules, especially when it comes to smut.

Sexual preferences are not equivalent to a person’s whole personality—so whether he’s written as a dom, a sub, a switch, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, this has nothing to do with his kindness, gentlemanliness, passion, power, ruthlessness, snark, or whatever minuscule aspect of his character makes up his lovely whole and matters to you.

I think this circles back to a lack of ability to separate sexual matters and personality, because how else do people interpret fics depicting him in a certain manner as them erasing his character? They might overlap, but they can very well be mutually exclusive. I’ve seen incredibly sweet and gentle men irl who were absolute doms in bed, and I’ve seen powerful and passionate men who were reduced to tears between the sheets. There is barely any correlation whatsoever, and if anything, claiming otherwise is what I consider piss-poor media literacy and reading-comprehension.

My third point is that for some reason, there have been many, many posts and replies on here where I’ve seen people just straight-up spread pure hate for the characters. Maybe this bothered me in particular because I’m an OT3 (OT4 now!) and absolutely adore all of them, but I find no logical reason for “yucking someone’s yum” when we’re talking about liking the characters of an Otome game—a genre of video games which is made to literally cater to the tastes of as many people as possible.

It’s especially disheartening to see when it’s at a time like this, when new content is about to drop, and you find in the replies of every other post/discussion at least a few people spewing hate and disgust at Sylus. Again, so many people are incredibly excited about him. Why is there a need to rain on everyone’s parade, especially in such an unsolicited manner?

This fandom originally started as a safe space for people of all races, backgrounds, genders, sexualities, and personalities to bond over our mutual love for characters. All I’ve seen on my TL lately (in terms of discussion) is negativity, and it’s such a fucking let-down. I hope whatever the fuck has happened to this fandom cools down after a bit. It’s probably exaggerated and very in-your-face rn, cause more and more people are downloading LNDS, so the probabilities of finding people being nasty are increasing. But I seriously don’t want to grow to resent this fandom and find myself distancing myself from it to protect my peace.

Let’s all remember to be kind towards other players, to not act entitled or bratty about the characters, and to try and mind our own business if we see content that doesn’t suit our tastes.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

We know Konig is more soft on women, but is it all women in general? For example, if some girl was hitting on him, would he be rough with her? Would he ever kill a woman? (if he's on the battlefield - I'm guessing he would if he had to). Is he chivalrous to all women or just his partner?

Yes, König is absolutely super soft to all women in general 🌸

The thing is, women are an exception, a beautiful, pure anomaly in König's worldview. He both worships them and views them as fragile. Women need to be protected from all harm. And at the same time... König goes feral every time he gets to taste and touch and fu–ahem, make love to a woman.

CW: Toxic!König. Sexism. Mentions of canon-typical violence and PTSD. Freudian madness.

Something just snaps, and he doesn't want to hurt his Engel... but he's a bit ADHD, and far too needy, goes a bit crazy every time he sees her. Women's soft skin and plump breasts and hot, wet, silky folds drive him insane. He just wants to drown himself in a woman, hide somewhere deep, somewhere safe, but can't because he's so big and has to act all tough. If he could, if only he was allowed, he would fall asleep every night with his cock buried inside that beautiful, warm, velvet softness.

So König's deeply embedded insecurity and attempts to seek safety are a combination that make him a little unhinged when it comes to women. That's why he can never get enough 😔 Also this man's horrible childhood has made him an adrenaline addict. Chaos is what he's used to, it feels familiar, so there's a risk that König might never settle into safety even if he finds it. He needs a high (which means he needs to kill and he needs sex.)

Female operators are skilled and tough in his eyes, and he trusts their abilities (kind of), but he would always keep a silent lookout, and try to keep them safe. Even if those women looked at him like he's a weirdo. He would always choose to help a woman over helping a man. Men can and have to survive on their own if a lady is in trouble. I know this wasn't asked but He would also never, ever hurt children.

If a woman tried to kill him (on the battlefield) he would be very professional about it. He wouldn't find joy in the killing, though. As odd as it may sound, König would prefer shooting to stabbing when it comes to neutralizing a female target. He wouldn't want to prolong their deaths, and it would make him extremely uncomfortable to knife a woman down. If he has to, he will do it, but the kill would be as quick and clean as possible.

The ones König has killed linger on the precipice of his mind as precious memories, sick fantasies made real. But the women he kills haunt him forever: those deaths sometimes give him nightmares. Especially if they brought even the tiniest bit of satisfaction...

...Because König does go into a mode when he's left with a firearm. He's so excited he sometimes drops mags simply because he's so enthusiastic. Thrill and anxiety mix when he's working, and he feels absolutely marvelous every time he fires a gun and gets to announce "Target down" in the comms. Better yet if he can go on a spree and destroy a whole room full of villains. Noticing later that one or some of them were women would give him a cold feeling in the gut and leave him with a worsening PTSD.

If a woman was violent in other circumstances, meaning outside work/warfare, he would simply seize them as gently and firmly as he can and try to calm them down. König thinks hitting women is just wrong. Even if they were trying to hit him (hitting on, as in flirting with him, now that's a different thing hehe. Not sure if this is what you asked, if so let me know!). It's unmanly and cowardly, and he would kill any guy who hits women, and kill them without mercy.

König's traumatic childhood has put him on a knight's quest to protect all women and children from harm. His mother has greatly influenced the way he sees women overall. At the end of the day, they're creatures who don't know how to defend themselves so he needs to save them.

But then again... These 'Knight in Shining Armor' fantasies should be taken with a grain of salt.

Because seeing a woman under him in a helpless state, looking back at him with cute, wet eyes while he's lodged deep inside is the best thing in the world in König's opinion. He would never deliberately go and hurt a woman... But why then does it feel so good when Engel squeals every time he goes a little too deep? (Always on accident, of course.)

[sunflowerhae]

The Flops™️

Y/n

A 22 year old professional dumb ass with a side gig in being comedic relief. Y/n is easy to understand; she loves video games, loves her cat, and loves pasta. And well..MAYBE she loves her fans too. Y/n is what you could call an “unstoppable force”. She’s going up in the online entertainment world, and has no plans on stopping soon. After having JUST passed her 4 million subscriber milestone on YouTube, y/n believes her life is just near perfect. Which is exactly why God needed to humble her, she thinks. Because WHO kicks someone out of their apartment (3 months before their lease ends, might I add) because of a “miscommunication” if not compelled to by God Himself. So, now Y/n has to move all of her things..AGAIN..to a new place…AGAIN…and pray to God (who we’ve found does NOT have a soft spot for her) that this one sticks - at least for a little bit. Everyone around y/n quickly learns that it’s not her who’s the comedic relief, but instead her life which is so ridiculous, that you can’t help but laugh.

Giselle

Giselle has two main interests. She is a fan of music, and a fan of y/n. She got the music part covered by being one of Korea’s leading superstars. AND she has the y/n part covered by being y/n’s absolute ULTIMATE best friend. When she’s not hypnotizing a whole country with her melodies, she’s dreaming of hanging out with her friends and, maybe hot Greek men. But be careful! This kitty bites, and if you poke too hard at her, you’ll understand why they say she has claws.

Winter

When winter isn’t focusing on her (some would call it) obsession with animal crossing, she’s focusing on her blossoming career in the mukbang community. If you can name it, Winter can eat it. She’s still pretty new, but she’s gaining a steady following by her charming personality and, quite frankly, insane ability to hound a plate of food faster than you can utter an insult. It of course doesn’t hurt her new following that she’s good friends with some of the most influential people of her generation, but that doesn’t mean much to her. With a laugh and bite - winter is a happy girl.

Jisung

Jisung would never call himself a streamer. Sure, he plays video games for people to watch. Sure, he gets viewer numbers up to the thousands. SURE, he makes money off it and has a weekly upload schedule. But no, Jisung would NEVER call himself a streamer. So y/n does it for him! You might think the whole “bicker like siblings” thing is an act for the camera, but that’s just the nature of these two friends. When she’s not nagging him about how much he eats and yet never goes to the gym, Jisung fills the space by laughing and bullying y/n’s gameplay choices. Some newbies are convinced they actually hate each other, but OG’s know these two love each other fiercely, the difference is they show it in their own..unique..way.

Jaemin

Ah..Jaemin. The irony of Jaemin befalls all his friends. He is, by far, the most outgoing one of the bunch. Jaemin sees a new person as a new opportunity for a friend. He laughs in the face of introverts, while also hugging them and giving them a free bag of chips. Jaemin knows just what to say, and just when to say it. And it pains them all that he’s the ONLY “normal” one of the group. Jaemin is currently studying business at SNU, hoping to one day open a cat cafe. His nonchalance towards being in the most envied and admired friend group of their country confuses Jaemins classmates. And what confuses them even more is that, when asked if he feels lucky to be friends with them, his reply is only, “those idiots? More like what crimes did I commit in my last life to be cursed to know them”. But fear not for little old Jaemin, for he is probably the sneakiest of the lot. And if you don’t know what I mean, I’m sorry, but it’s already too late for you.

Jeno

Jeno is a model. It’s really that simple. Jeno is a model - and also so much more. He’s Jaemins best friend, he’s winters boyfriend, he’s the “glue” of the group (as y/n would put it), and he’s just genuinely a nice person. If you have an issue with anything - he’s there. A leak in your roof? Call Jeno. You’re missing a final ingredient for a recipe you’ve been dying to try? Jeno will find it, or die trying! Need a shoulder to cry on after a nasty breakup? Jeno is at yours with a tissue one minute, and an undisclosed location with a gun and some rope in the next. He’s the fiercest and loyalist friend you’ll ever have; who just so happens to be a model.

GG! (Good Game!) 👾

Notes: does anybody actually read my character descriptions bc I actually think I popped off w these ngl. Also not them being a hype house lowkey (without the house part)

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[mysweetobsessions]

Let me tell you the small details that absolutely floored me in The Penguin, season 1, episode 4 before the next one comes out.

Spoilers ahead.

Sofia’s hand gestures. Before Arkham, Sofia’s gestures are so femenine and scream spoiled rich girl, they even feel performative at times, except when she’s smoking - a habit she keeps after Arkham. Afterwards, polar opposites. Need I mention the eating? Eating and beyond, after Arkham her hands are no longer playing the part of her previous life which is why they feel more free while also more intentional. (Where’s her acting nomination?)

From normal uncontrolled behavior to unhinged controlled behavior. Let me explain. Before Arkham, Sofía can barely hold her emotions in. She loses her temper talking to the reporter both times and she’s on the verge of crying when talking to her dad. It’s all very normal how much she can’t control her emotions. After Arkham, she’s much more controlled. Her actions are more deliberate and thought out despite the fact that they are absolutely mad (honestly, justifiably so). - she only loses it (so far) when she’s confronting Oz over her brother’s murder, but after what we know, it’s hard to blame her.

Family is so important. Until we all betray each other to protect a horrific man. The references from previous episodes now make absolute sense, like why she hated the name “hangman”. Her mention of “young girls not doing so well in the family” (something like this). The mention of not letting men control her. How much she can’t stand her family and the visible urge to kill them every time they spoke to her. Why she loved her brother so much. And the list goes on.

From Oz to Penguin. In a couple short scenes, they showed us how Oz always felt belittled and his ego hurt (when Sofía asks him what’s he doing *inside* the party, because he doesn’t belong there really). How she tells him he’s “just a driver”. We didn’t need to see this a million scenes to get that small things like these were some stones (of many) that created The Penguin character. I’m sure more is coming in this regard.

Clinically sane? It is an impossible situation to try to convince people you are sane when you’ve been deemed clinically insane. Yet what behavior is sane when you are framed and put in a deplorable place like Arkham? What do you do when the truth is more complicated and sounds less plausible than the lie? Our minds are made to accept what sounds simpler and makes a more coherent story. Proving her competence becomes an impossible task, especially when she is slowly actually losing her mind from the conditions that would make anyone unhinged. I felt her frustration. (I could not personally figure out how I’d manage this if it were real. Anyone got ideas? Share ‘em with me.)

Arkham “rehabilitation”. I know it’s an asylum but it’s also a prison. We been knew that these places probably make more criminals than they “rehabilitate” but damn if that entering sequence wasn’t as dehumanizing as intended. The corruption inside it to top it all off… Even just the noises and screams that would drive anyone mad. (A point for abolishing the prison system here).

Trust is a bitch. Sofía’s downfall is her ability to trust, that’s how I see it. She wants to trust the people around her despite what she’s been through. This shows that a side of her is desperate to find someone to either give her the trust she seeks or to prove her wrong that people can’t be trustworthy. From another angle, this could be seen as her reliving her trauma, by trusting people (or the penguin) over and over as if to try and change the end result (the betrayal). Either way, it kills me.

I’m sure there are other things many people loved but this episode was absolutely fantastic and these are my favorite things about it.

[nifty1520]

Riptide 106 spoilers kinda?

After listening to ep 106 I can’t stop thinking about bizzlys improv ability. We talk a lot about how amazing Charlie is at monologue, puns making me cry, Condis ability to convert deep emotions and Grizs acting ability but Bizly as Chip is slept on. Like his smooth talking ability is absolutely insane, when he was talking with the captain, I forgot that it was all improv. He is a real life rouge I swear to god cause his ability to lie out of his ass and make it sound confident and rehearsed is insane. Anyways, what Jrwi, these silly men are way to talented

[ishtates]

You see Nacha n Francis as exes, you see Nacha n Francis still dating

I see them as best friends who cover for each other in these trying times™. Let me explain

Nacha is a lesbian, Francis is a trans man. 🛑🖐️ Before you say " erm trans men can't get people pregnant " consider the fact this is a horror game where monsters exist and a clown that haunts your dreams, a t man having the ability to transition in the early mid 1900s and get someone pregnant is not that insane by comparison ( Afton was his surgeon )

They've been best friends for YEARS. Nacha wanted kids but y'know. Lesbian. And sperm banks didn't exist yet, so they decided to do it as a one time thing, and Francis agreed that he's more than willing to help Nacha out with the baby ( even though she insisted it was fine, but she appreciates the help ). He acts as a rental boyfriend, these two DO NOT take it seriously when they're not in public though, and they make the most comical excuses not to kiss or be too affectionate in public. Nacha has mastered the art of gaslighting people into going " ( dead name ) ? OHHH you're talking about his dead sister.. " " who ? " " Look. I've known him since we were 12, that girl ISN'T him. ", like sure Really good to the point she herself forgets he wasn't born a man.

They have a very good co parenting style; unfortunately Francis gets less time with Anastacha because of his job, but they do get to hang out still. Anastacha does sorta view him as a dad. She knows her parents are just friends and is cool with it and beats tf out of kids who try to bully her for it ( the kids at school are scared of her ).

Personally I c o u l d see them being QPPs but I love the idea of these two basically sharing a braincell. Absolutely no thoughts between them sometimes

[live-laugh-legolas]

So I just watched the last episode of Rings of Power and I’ve got some thoughts

I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying the show. I want to make it clear that these are just my opinions and I’m not against the show in any way or anyone who is a fan of the show.

This is just a disorganized rant from someone who is really rather stupid.

Spoilers below!

So honestly I’m left feeling really disappointed from the final episode. I thought the previous episode was pretty good in general. There were some silly moments like Elronds horse jump kicking the orc. But it felt satisfying as a whole with the battle and Celebrimbor.

Episode 8 felt like a plateau with nothing really at stake. Galadriel was all over the place; kicked down and crawling from a 10ft fall I would have expected an elf to land but then survived the insanely far fall from the cliff. Sauron seemed significantly weaker in this episode than the previous one.

The scenes of the Harfoots and men felt pointless to this episode other than to set up for another season I suppose. It was unnecessary and broke up any possible flow to the episode (But I also really don’t really give a shit about the Harfoots and don’t really understand the Numenor storyline so I may be bias)

My favorite part of this season has been Celebrimbor’s arc. That felt real and like there was something to root for and to lose. Maybe it’s the actor, maybe it just got better writing than other parts, maybe it’s good in comparison to other scenes idk. But it was dynamic; I didn’t feel like I was watching the rehearsal of lines in the writing room. The scene of him figuring out the time loop was so well done. Other characters almost feel like they were afraid to act and get into character fully. (Once again I have no hate for the actors and I doubt I could do any better. It is easy to critique things you are not doing)

Durin, the dwarves in general, Celebrimbor, and sometimes Elrond are the only characters I feel like have any soul. I don’t mean this as a disrespect to the actors because I certainly can’t act, it’s probably a combination of a lot of different things, but everyone else is boring as hell most of the time.

The characters and abilities and just general laws of the world feel disorganized and constantly changing to fit the story which is very different from Tolkien’s original works that are woven together in a cohesive narrative and world building.

I will say I died laughing at the Grand-Elf thing. I don’t think that’s canon and it’s so stupid that it’s almost good. I really don’t like Poppy’s “inspirational” monologues/songs; I feel like they are trying to make her kinda like the Sam to Nori’s Frodo but it doesn’t work for either of them. They are made to be underdogs but they haven’t actually done anything. (Although I do think the idea that hobbits are who helped Gandalf initially is why he loves Hobbits later on is pretty cute)

Anyway my overall thoughts on the show that no one asked for is that I think the show has significantly more bad than good in many aspects but it’s been entertaining and I will keep watching it. I’ve had fun making fun of it with my dad so it’s also been a good bonding experience lol.

This is such a messy rant and I don’t expect anyone to read this so if you made it to the end of this have a carrot because they are good for you

🥕

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Hiii~~ coming onto this blog to do Terror propaganda. Follow my terror sideblog @leadandblood , this is just my main. That said:

Welcome to The Terror (2018)!

Here are things that I love about the first season that might convince you to watch it too (without spoilers)

The fandom is absolutely amazing!!!! I have never had such wonderful comments and tags under posts. And they're all really talented and just wonderful

Gay love.

So much gay love oh my god everyone is gay-

Heck, there's even straight love if you're into that

Old men <3

Absolute angels and absolute demons, that are SO fun to watch

The show knows it's characters incredibly well

They are well developed and act believably in all instances i can think of

If what they do doesn't make sense in the moment it's gonna later

"Here's a guy. Now lets find out how many fucked up things can happen to him before he goes insane or khs"

Representation! Gays, amputees and POC

The main main cast is mostly white men but when there's someone else it has significance to the story or bears a deeper meaning

The visuals are stunning

Amazing camera work

The sound design!!!! Oh my god!!! It's so gooood!!!

Insane paralels game. You won't even notice some of them, but they make sense once you do

The love and care that went into this show is incredible

Very rewarding upon rewatch - different views on scenes and characters and such

You will be finding new details for several rewatches (im on my 6th and still finding stuff)

THE ACTING OH MY GOD THE ACTING

Jared Harris - and his insane ability to portray any combination of emotions with one expression

Tobias Menzies and his goddamn microexpressions

Just to name a few, but honestly they're all amazing

They're also very nice to look at

Prepare to get hurt in the most creative ways possible - it KNOWS how to hurt you and it's... Kinda satisfying

Whump galore!! Emotional and physical. Comfort and no comfort. Just take your pick

It's finished, so they can't fuck it up anymore lmao

The sheer horror of being stuck in the arctic with little to no food and everything wanting to kill you /pos

Things that might turn you away

The sheer horror of being stuck in the arctic with little to no food and everything wanting to kill you /neg

Racist characters. it's the 1800s :///

Death. Oh god there's so much death

Oh you have a favourite character? Well, he dies :/

It is a tragedy through and through.

When you think it can't get any worse, yes it can

So many side characters that you'll be learning their names for the next few days to come

They're 95% white men that look the same when you start out

Bad things happen to animals :(

There's quite a lot of gore... Open skulls, deep wounds, amputation, disease, burning to death, mauling, i could go on

At one point alcoholism and suicide

There will be poems

Overall just a really really great show, i am in love with it

[vinsmokewife]

helping hand

day 23 of a very zosan centric kinktober - deepthroating

When Zoro feels pent up, Sanji provides his services...usually his mouth.

It’s important for one’s own mental health to be able to blow of some steam every now and then and Zoro knew this very well. Hence why, Sanji always supplied a wonderful service to him for him to blow off steam whenever he needed it. It was honestly in... well, everyone’s interest for Zoro to not be so angry all the time so Sanji felt very strongly that he was just doing the rest of the crew a service by offering his abilities to Zoro so freely without anything in return. 

Honestly, he’d rather just that Zoro was taking his anger out this way than being pissed off at everyone all the time. 

Hence why, Sanji has found himself on his knees in front of Zoro. His hand is lazily stroking Zoro’s cock and he’s just planning his next move. Although, it usually didn’t matter what he had planned on doing. Zoro didn’t have much patience in the bedroom when it came to Sanji and usually just did what he wanted and what he wanted and liked usually involved having the blonde screaming and crying out in absolute rapture. It usually involved mixing pain and pleasure. 

Today, he was only looking for a quick thing. He wanted to empty his balls into the cook’s throat and watch the tears stream down his face. The tears usually turned him on. Not in a way where he wanted to make Sanji uncomfortable or hurt him all the time, but it was the idea that the other was struggling to fit his big cock in his throat that turned him on. That was the part the Zoro liked the most. 

“Well...” Zoro leaned back, reaching forward to grab a handful of blonde hair, “You gonna tease me all day...or are you gonna put those pretty lips to good use?”  

Zoro also really liked Sanji’s lips. Not when they were arguing with him or being insanely annoying about other women. No, he liked when particular sounds came from them. Moaning and groaning as well as when residues of cum was splattered on them. He thinks back to those times where he’d given Sanji a good throat fuck then spilled into his mouth only for a little bit to be left on his lips. 

Beautiful. It’s simply beautiful always. 

“Patience, will you?” Sanji rolled his eyes as he gave Zoro a few more tight strokes watching the swordsman buck into his hand. After a few more strokes, Sanji leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. Zoro wrapped his fingers in his hair. For someone who was so adamant about hating men and being so in the closet about his attraction to certain men, Sanji is weirdly really good at sucking men off.  

“Fuck...” Zoro let out a long breath. Awkwardly, he went to get up to his feet, holding Sanji’s head on his cock who let out a protest because of the sudden moment. Zoro wasn’t in the mood for any of the teasing bullshit and Sanji knew that, “That’s it...suck my cock,” 

That got Zoro a look from Sanji but that didn’t matter when both of his hands reached into that hair and then Zoro started to take control. He pulled his cock back and tapped it on Sanji’s cheek which got a noise of annoyance but just as Sanji was about to tell him off, Zoro made the move to push his cock into Sanji’s mouth, shoving it right down his throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d made Sanji deepthroat him; in fact, it was something that Sanji did quite often for Zoro so Sanji’s gag reflex was well and truly fucked at this point.  

Which is why Sanji’s lack of gagging didn’t surprise Zoro. Although in normal circumstances it probably should have because Zoro pulled himself out and then shoved himself back in as if Sanji was more like a fleshlight and not a person. Which was part of the play. As he could see from the growing tent in Sanji’s pants that he got off on the objectifying nature of what they did together as well as the actual act of sucking him off too. 

“Fuck...your throat was just made for my cock, cook,” Normally Sanji was quite delicate when sucking his cock. Don’t get anyone wrong though because Sanji certainly was skilled, but he was a lot more delicate. Whereas Zoro was brutal with everything he ever did. He had never heard of the word delicate and much less applied it to whenever they did anything. Balls were slapping against Sanji’s chin, and he could see the wetness on the cook’s face. 

He pulled his cock out of Sanji’s mouth who took the opportunity to breath. He looked down to watch the tears that had been streaming down but just as Sanji was trying to collect himself, Zoro grab his hair again and tapped his chin with his cock... well, more like slapped him across the face with his cock. 

“Hey!” Sanji protested as it caught him off guard, but Zoro simply laughed and rubbed his thump against Sanji’s lips. 

“Don’t act as if you hate it...my pretty fuck doll,” Just as Sanji was about to open his mouth, Zoro grabbed his cock and pushed it in his mouth again, “I wish I could always use you like this... You're much better when you aren’t arguing all the time,” Zoro said looking down at the tears streaming and the beautiful expression on his face as he struggles with the size of Zoro’s cock.  

Zoro wished he could make it better by cumming on the cook. He wants to cum on his chest or even on his face, but he knows he’s already pissed Sanji off enough by slapping him with his cock. So, he pushes himself in and out again a few more times before he feels it happen. 

“Fuck...fucking swallow...fuck,”  

Zoro’s hips spluttered against Sanji’s face as he takes Sanji right down to the hilt, so his nose is brushing against his pubes as Zoro’s hot white cum is painting Sanji’s throat. It takes all in Sanji not to gag so that when Zoro pulls out, he merely follows.  

He didn’t get given much time after before Sanji was grabbed by Zoro and pulled so he could press a kiss to his lips. Zoro wasn’t even bothered about tasting himself on his tongue. That didn’t matter. Once they pulled away, Sanji looked at him with a tilt of the head. 

“Satisfied?” 

Zoro merely laughs then looks down, “I am... but I know you're not,” He kissed Sanji once more, “Come on. I’ll let you clean your face. Then I’ll fuck you over the sink until you come,”  

Even if Sanji was annoyed at him for being so vulgar, he couldn’t pass up such an opportunity. 

[glasskey]

Lawrence & June's Mix tape Vol. 1

With the end of season 2 came the introduction of one of our favorites: the cynical and witty architect of Gilead, Commander Lawrence. Whenever a quick quip is needed, Lawrence never fails to deliver and coupled with the patented Osborne eye roll, it’s a comedy duo not to be missed. Today we've got some essential Lawrence and June tracks from Season 3.

Spunky

“Are you insane? You didn’t get in the truck” Lawrence seems bewildered and mildly inconvenienced when he comes back for June at the start of season 3. “Thoughts?” asks Lawrence scolding her for being so reckless, back at the Waterford’s Nick echoes Lawrence's sentiment, asking “What is wrong with you?” With that, it’s easy to see how Lawrence and Nick align so perfectly in later seasons.

June is an enigma to both of these men, she seems determined to meet her own end, those who help her often end up dead, and yet she’s wildly successful at conjuring their service and devotion. June state’s she CAN’T leave without Hannah, Lawrence argues she CAN, forcing her to admit that she WON’T. This won’t be the last time we see this debate occur, Lawrence and June seem to constantly explore and discuss themes of individuality and freedom of choice in the face of societal good and human decency. But as Lawrence himself admits, Gilead overlooked the element of maternal love in its conception, undermining his argument about June’s ability to choose. June’s barely met Lawrence and yet she’s fearless, he’s obviously influential enough to get someone out, morally malleable, and she now has him over a barrel.

As one of the most powerful men in Gilead Lawrence is expected to be an ardent believer in their theocracy and yet he’s just arranged the smuggling out of not only a handmaid but a child, the most valuable of their commodities. It’s an opportunity not to be missed to retrieve Hannah, but when June threatens Lawrence with the noose, he’s more intrigued than fearful. “Spunky” Lawrence mocks her, she’s obviously unhinged and despite Gilead’s rigorous disciplinary tactics she remains defiant. Has he finally met a worthy adversary? Someone decent to spar with in this boring AF hell hole? Or maybe even someone who can help tear down the horror show he thoughtlessly constructed? This scene sets the tone for the progression of June and Lawrence’s relationship throughout season 3 and beyond. When all is said and done, despite Lawrence’s bravado, he will do exactly what he’s told

The Descent of Man

Frustratingly for all who dwell in his house, Lawrence is the world’s best lie detector, his observations of those around him are surgically accurate to say the least. As an indication of how frighteningly perceptive Lawrence actually is, it takes him all of 3 seconds to clock the connection between Nick and June.

The Martha’s are constantly trying to slip one past him with absolutely no success whatsoever, but ironically there seems little need to lie; Lawrence himself encourages and in some cases demands that many of Gilead’s rules are either flaunted or broken under his roof. Aunt Lydia seems to be a bit sus on the whole ceremony thing, but Lawrence assures her that all is ship shape, and who is she to question a man of such power? June is hardly through the door and already she’s picking out a favorite plotting corner, she’s no idiot, she plans to stay alive and that means staying ahead. Lawrence seems happy for the Martha’s to conspire for their rebel operations in his household as long as it never actually makes its way to his doorstep.

June’s a wee bit overzealous about her newfound freedom, demanding she be included in the resident rebel activities, resulting in a dead Martha in the flower bed. She’s made the fatal error of insufficiently assessing her home ground, acting without proper forethought and not surprisingly Lawrence decides to put her back in her place. In a crowded room of Commanders he initially points out that June was an educated woman who edited books pre Gilead. Lawrence then demands she fetch him a copy of The Descent of Man and kneel at his feet, thereby illustrating how she has now been utterly reduced to their mere tool.

By first making a point of demonstrating June has the knowledge to give an educated opinion, and then assuming her answer to his question, he insinuates her thoughts are valueless. Lawrence tops it all off with a patronizing “good job” and sends her on her way, their laughter echoing behind her. You can see the bile rising in her throat and her hatred boil, but while the act itself is humiliating and degrading, with this single display Lawrence convinces a room full of Commanders to save the lives of other women. His point is devastatingly clear: these men can crush you, learn your place or others may die. This scene demonstrates how precarious the lives of women are in Gilead, their chances for survival reduced to whether or not they can be “fun”. While Lawrence may subscribe to the greater good philosophy, June has no intention of living under an oppressive regime that robs her and others of their dignity. By the end of season 3, Lawrence will have to learn some hard lessons of his own about power and sacrifice.

Transactional

“You seem like you’d be good at making friends, influencing people, good at intimacy” Lawrence taunts, he’s just caught June buttering Fred up and gazing adoringly at Nick, it’s pointless trying to sneak anything past him.

He scoffs at June’s attempt at her usual shenanigans, which had proved so effective with Fred, demanding she stop lying and outwit him honestly. It’s genuinely uncomfortable watching June’s attempt to unbalance Lawrence this way, his intelligence dooms any chance of success from the very beginning. June also never anticipated that Lawrence would actually love his wife, and unlike Fred, finds the idea of infidelity extremely unpalatable. It’s clear from his rant that he knows quite a bit about June and her dealings, she’s earnt herself a considerable reputation and Lawrence is intrigued as to just how she managed to reduce the Waterford’s to literal ash.

To be honest he’s not particularly impressed so far, accusing her of being “transactional” concluding that she relied solely on her feminine wiles to get what she wanted. June’s retort “men become easily distracted” articulates that male power structures are easily disassembled by the presence or absence of mere validation and approval. Lawrence’s Gilead logic concludes that June is a woman who had no worth until his new world gave it to her and she should be grateful. June believes her value is inherent and being the man who created this horrifying existence is far worse than being useless. Lawrence is determined to demonstrate to June the sacrifices that are made for a greater good and that achieving this is a thankless job.

It’s at this point that we get a glimpse of the terrifying reality Lawrence has created for himself, driving June out to the cages and demanding she chose 5 women to be Martha’s while the rest be sent off for slaughter. Their value is determined by everything contained in one file and it begs the question, how useful would June look on paper? What intrinsic purpose does she have in this world if not as a Handmaid? Would she survive her own selection?

Before I get into volume 2 of June and Lawrence or start up my Nick and Lawrence Mix, I’ll be back with the Nick and June Mix tape volume 2.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across Multiverse: Azeroth Metrion Zint-HOLY FUCK!!

It’d started simple enough for one Rachel Roth,or as friends took calling her, Raven,or Rae affectionately. Her and her friend Kori, aka Starfire or Star most referred to her, had come to Satan City to attend the university there. Of course the lodgements on offer were insane when it came to their prices,especially the rent but Star ever the optimist, thought it was a sign when they came across a flier offering room and board. Which had brought them on the doorstep of some blonde bombshell by the name of 18 who despite her cold looking demeanour was actually pretty chill. Kori of course simply adored their cute little angel Marron while Raven was perplexed and puzzled by 18’s choice of and taste in men when meeting the woman’s husband. A runt of a guy by the name of Krillin who apparently worked a police officer, which the goth girl found as bizarre as this whole relationship. At first anyway but it’s not like she was complaining plus the rent was decent, the place was cozy,their rooms had a good view and the distance to their campus was literal walking range. Besides it’s not like she wanted to debate Star and risk her flashing her those big emerald green puppy eyes of hers, so of course the matter was settled and the decision was made to stay.

it wasn’t too long before she and her exotic bestie found themselves settling well into a comfy enough routine. Breakfast, lunch and dinner always went down, especially when Krillin made it, proving he was quite the decent chef all things considered. 18 of course mauve been an adult woman but Raven found they shared a similar vibe wavelength and outlook on life. Her empathic abilities of course couldn’t help but pick up the absolute aura of love and romance between husband and wife coming off of Krillin and 18, it was rsther sweet in a way,reminded of the feelings of joy and confidence Star had come out of her like heat from a campfire. It made the goth babe rsther envious in a way but of course she had a feeling her empathy would bite her right in her thicc juicy ass. Lo and behold one fateful late night when it did, as she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, careful not to disturb her roomie, when right as she was about to return to her bed, she paused in the middle of the hallway. Not because of a sound she’d heard but rather Somethjng she had sensed, felt it like how a gazelle picks up the sensation of a predator lying in wait as it stalked them, ready to pounce. The sensation of raw,primal passion and lust, coursing through her nerves as she found herself drawn towards it. Following the source like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom door of Krillin and 18, unable to help herself as she stopped and looked through the opening, the door not closed completely and let out a silent gasp at what she was witnessing.

There was their landlords, both naked and going at it like horny animals, the blonde bombshell’s luscious lips letting loose with deep throated moans and cries of ectasy and sexual bliss. Her upper torso hanging off the edge of the bed,tits bouncing as her husband,his Herculean compact frame on display,flexed his muscles as he held her by the waist. Pumping and thrusting away into ehr snatch,the sound of skin slapping,nectar soaked penetration audible to the goth’s ears. Blushing as she’d cursed her psychic powers or causing her to become an unintentional voyeur, yet in awe and unable to look away, the raw passion and lust before her unlike anything she’d ever seen or felt before. The odd couple outting porn stars to shame and Raven could swear in her mother’s grave, she’d never watched or read porn before. She knew of it,certainly but this was unlike it in such ways she couldn’t begin to describe. Her hands acting of their own accord as she began to touch herself, groping her tits under her tanktop and teasing her camel toe thriugh her silky thong. Feeling her nectar flow snd run down along her thighs,silent pants and gasps escaping her lips as she watched husband and wife mate like animals in human skin, going through a veritable kama sutra of positions. Violet eyes widening at seeing the surreal length and girth of his cock. Who knew that five footer of a man was so well endowed? As she watched him bring his wife to the leak of climax,over and over again, silently cumming together with them as she fingered herself to the limit, shaking her head as she scrambled back to the room. Aghast at what she’d done and yet not feeling emote or regret. Had it been her imagination or did it seem like 18 would look her way, shooting her a wink and a smile? Like she knew she’d been there? To say Raven ha a sleepless night was an understatement but then did she get a shocker in the morning as she helped 18 with the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, soon as they were alone.

18:-w-Enjoy the show last night? Raven:>\\\\<*shicked,she knew if she’d been drinking anything,she’d be going a spittake but found herself unable to reply or make a snarky retort* 18:-w-oh don’t worry,I won’t tell,it’s always good to know someone like you sees me and my man going at it.*sh said so matter of fsct lay,a hint of seduction in her tone as she moved to stand behind the big tittied,bootylicious goth girl,arms snaking around her waist as she caressed her stomach* Raven:*gasps as 18 bit and licked her ear,those hands teasing toeards the easiest and of her jeans and her the lining of her shirt. Making her squirm as her treacherous body reacted with sensations of arousal.* 18:-w-All I ask in return is,do yourself and me a favour. Do more than watch,I want you to have a taste of my Krillin. Fuck him,much as Yiu ant,anywhere and anytime you want. Even when I’m in the same room or not,I want details. I want to see him ruin you for other men. So be a good little goth slut snd don’t keep You or me waiting hmm?*finishing her remark by blowing air into her ear, making her moan as she pried herself off of Raven. Leaving the goth a confused,horny mess as they picked up where they left off with the dishes, neither Krillin or Kori none the wiser*

To say Raven had been a sensual mess since then was an understatement. Not helping when her brain decided to be as treacherous as the rest of her bidy and subject her to intense wet dreams. Sexual visions of Krillin and her going at it like wild beasts, suffocating her with intense facefucks,plowing her with jackhammering anal and of course,the rush of her womb being flooded with his white,hot thick cream. Not helping was when the weekend came and she and star were invited to come along a little family outing to the beach, the goth beauty knowing 18 was settting her up in a way that would ensure Raven acted on sexual impulse and do the deed with her short king husband. She was a sly one,that was for sure, not helping that Star went and got her a new bathing suit to show, as she stood there pouting and blushing adorably,her slate grey sexy self on display in a simpe, skintight black one piece swimsuit, which made a great compliment to Kori’s own white two piece bikini and a rsther simple domino pattered outfit 18 herself weas wearing. A pleasant tingle running along her spine at seeing Krillin’s reactions to them, feeling flattered yet trying to remind herself the guy was married. To a wife who was encouraging her to have sex with him. The goth babe cursing herself as she felt her thighs becoming soaked with the slickness and warmth of her arousal. Suffice to say it was mission impossible to get through ths day at th beach and not have anything happen. But of course along came Murphy’s law like the bitch it was.

it had been innocent enough,18 and Kori were busy laying and making sandcastles with Marron as Raven sat under the shade of the parasol, reading a book to distract her from her libido. When 18 caught her attention asking her to bring Krillin’s towel to him a he’d gone to use the washing showers but forget to bring it with him. Raven figured it’d be innocent enough as she nodded and picked up the towel, making her way to the shower cubicles. All but one of them were unoccupied, figuring that was the one Krillin was in by the sounds of runnin water and the steam pouring out. Making ehr way over and pulling the curtain open, assuming he was decent and in his swimshorts, only for him and herself to look at one another with wide eyes of shock and surprise to find thst no,he eas in fact naked. His cock in full frontal view as Raven stammered and stuttered an apology, somehow winding up in a struggle over a tug of war for thr towel she came to provide him with, as they wound up stumbling and falling onto the floor. Raven finding herself landing and laying stop the compact fellow,her lips pressed to his as she felt her swimsuit clad mound press against his crotch. Blushing as he became erect,his shaft hotdogging itself between her camel roe and the buns of her juicy,bubbly ass. It was in the instance of that moment Raven felt a switch in her brain. Grabbing his head as she deepened the kiss, moaning as she gave into the heat of passion.

Raven knew she wasn’t normally so sexually impulsive or,prone to moving her libido’s erotic drum. But right here and now,she didn’t care for anything else but his short king of a stallion making her into a woman. Tits bouncing free from her swimsuit,the crotch portion moved aside as she ounces on Krillin’s cock,sitting n his lap Indian style as he pumped and thrust into her warm, wet snatch. Idly kissing each other as he squeezed and massaged her ass, eyes looking into one another as if trying to deepen a mental connection of erotic,tantric intimacy. She wasn’t sure how much time ahd lassed, quite frankly she couldn’t care less who would see or hear them right now, pausing in the midst of their rutting as they both noticed they weren’t alone. Glancing to the side to see Star standing by the shower door frame,green eyes wide and glued to them. One hand down the front of her swimsuit thong to indicate she was clearly fingering herself, biting her lip sensually as she groped and squeezed a tit with her free hand, not only liking what she saw but seeming to want to join in on the fun.

Join in she most certainly did,as as she and Raven were both naked,the shoerr water raining down on them and the lucky short king,who sat Indian style on the ground as the exotic college girl pair gave him a double team blowjob. Licking and sucking on his cock together, making out with it between their luscious lips as his groans were music to their ears. Raven had thought finding herself impulsively getting pornographic with Krillin was surreal enough but Star joining in? Well she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think she was the type or that she hadn’t thought of her sexually now and then. All that mattered was riding the momentum of pleasure that was coming down on them like a tidal wave as they gave into their desires and cast aside their inhibitions. Raven soon finding herself taking it doggy style, tits swaying as she howled and moaned, gasping when Krillin woild smack her goth ass in between jackhammering her with his godly cock. All the while Kori hugged him from behind, making out with him as they shared a sloppy kiss,hands caressing his Herculean physique with awe and tenderness before she found herself atop Krillin riding him in reverse cowgirl. Giving him a fine view of her toned sexy backside, ass jiggling as she bounced atop his cock while Raven laid beside their runt of an adonis, making out with him as he fingered her slit. The bestie duo shifting between one on onn to two on one,often one sitting in his face for him to eat out her oussy while the other rode on his cock,clasping hands together as they made out. It’d felt like hours passed before they’d finally finished and let the shower, clean and back in their swimwear as 18 shot Star and her a sly smile, making the goth babe blush as it was clear she knew what they’d done and more than approved.

It was after that little beachside shower encounter that Raven had found her and star’s co-Ed domestic life took a whole new erotic turn. Each and every chance they got,together or individually woild see them have sex with Krillin whenever they could. Sometimes it’d be something simple like Star going under the kitchen table to give him A blowjob or Raven would join him in meditation sessions which naturallt devolved into hot,sexy tantric yoga as the goth found herself addicted to this sex god in compact passage. O the times her or Star would invite themselves into a bath or shower if 18 wasn’t around. But oh whenever 18 got involved? The woman was a beast,often bringing the duo over to hers and krillin’s bedroom or bring themselves over to Star and Raven’s room to collect the “other part” of their rent. Or on occasion she’d see him by himself or have of them keep him company in bed. Either way not a moment ever went by they didn’t get naked,sweaty,deliciously sore and sticky with juices,it’s a wonder they weren’t pregnant. Yet anyway as 18 made it clear eben long after they graduated and moved out, they’d always be considered family and more than welcome in 18’s lewd antics. After all when you’d been with a man like hers, it wasn addiction ona dick you’d be crazy to think you could break off like a bad habit.

It a protest Raven had een thinking about,as she and Star relaxed in their be, idly enjoying some snacks and quality time together. When their door opened, there stood their stud runt landlord, a relaxed caring smile on his face while 18 leaned on the doorframe. A sensual expression in her fsce as she began to undo her top,hinting snd signalling it was time for their “rent payment”. Star grinning excitedly and Raven blushjng yet smiling softly as Krillin made his way over to them. Taking his shirt off as Star moved to undo his pants whole Raven kissed him,moaning as he groped her body,so very intimately well acquainted with her at this point. Raven had never planned for a part of her college life to play out like some real life porno fantasy but quite frankly, did it really matter when it felt so good? Damn right.

[physicsgoblin]

Because I've never loved a man whose loved me back, I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to recognize the feeling. And the few times I've liked guys it's boarded on hysterics and obsession that I've mistaken for love. At least I assume so. I've genuinely not been able to get enough of some people, so I hope love is like that, but I've also been wrong every time so maybe it isn't. On the one hand every guy I've liked is someone who I've spent a lot of casual time around not dating and I don't think a "spark" or whatever was necessary. But on the other hand when you meet people online and go on a date with them, I think you kind of need that spark, because you can't just keep dating them forever. Like I try to go on a couple dates to give it a chance to settle and hope that I'll feel that same comfortable longing to be around them instead of it feeling like a job, but if it doesn't show up after the third date, you can't just drag the guy along in the hope that something will change. That's cruel and I wouldn't want that.

But I feel like there is something broken in my mind and heart because I just can't feel anything. I want to, desperately. Not even deep feelings, just wanting to be around someone. But my heart has dried up I think. I hate dating so much. I hate it. I hate it. I hate online profiles. I hate meeting men in an artificial way and having it feel so mechanical. I hate going to event after event and trying so hard to dress well and be good and then coming across as weird and out of place and I know I shouldn't be viewing every social situation as a place to meet singles but it's hard not to think like that when I'm just so tired of trying.

And the issue is me. I could probably be married several times over. A couple of men have really liked me. I gave them a chance and prayed and prayed that God would make my heart soft but all three times I still didn't feel anything. And yes. I know, love is a choice but I would still like to be married to someone I want to enjoy being around, right? And I enjoy being around a lot of people, so I know I have the ability to feel it. But not with available men it seems.

God is going to have to give me my husband if He wants me to be married. He is going to have to push him right in my path. Because I can't make good decisions. He is going to have to soften my heart, because I can't seem to like the right men. And if I am meant to be single He is going to have to make me happy with that, because I am not. I know the pot cannot say the Potter "your work is useless" but it is very hard to understand why I was made the way I am and yet remain with no husband or children. I know I am like a child stamping her feet and throwing a tantrum over not getting what she wants but there is no point in hiding it from Him. I cannot pretend to be delighted at whatever His plan is as I currently see it. I cannot call Him cruel, because He cannot go against His nature, but it feels senseless. And sometimes I wonder, is the only way to keep me by Him is to string me along with hopes and promises that if I pray enough and become saintly enough, He will repay me back a hundred fold? Would I be worse if I got what I desire and so He withholds it?

I know I am very evil and I should not put the Lord to the test. But I do not even feel angry wirh Him at the moment. Merely cold curiosity, because if I speculate it keeps me from falling into despair. And I feel better writing it all out and throwing it into the void. The terrible thing about Love is that I don't think getting it feels as good as giving it, because in the act of being Loved you do nothing but receive it. At least when you give it to someone you still retain control and control is the absolute last thing I want to give up. All my life I have tried to control and protect and hide and plan and I can't do that here. It doesn't work. I am not God and that drives me insane. If I was God then at last I would be protected against all uncertainty and distrust. I would be safe. But as I am, I have to trust Him. I have to believe Him and not be my own godhead and be cast down from heaven. Sometimes I think the only thing worse than following Him is not following Him. But where else could I go, Lord?

[krimsonkatt]

Tayo Mooncrusher (Final Apoclyptis Ver)

Tayo Mooncrusher, a party member and MAJORLY important character in my game Chronicles Meteorfall. Even though Koros is the POV character and had a large amount of relevance as the de-facto main character, Tayo is the most important character in the game and most of the game's story and themes revolved around Tayo's arc and his redemption.

Tayo is an ex-bandit turned priest once known as the "Bandit King." He grew up poor and impoverished, and almost starved to death as a boy if it wasn't for Archon Baetylus, spirit of the crimson meteor. "Accept my will, and I shall grant you new life. Infinite power beyond your wildest dreams. All you need to do is accept my Gias, the gias to bring forth the crimson meteor and destroy this world!" Tayo, on the brink of death, accepted this deal with the devil, and began a killing spree with his newfound dark powers. He killed and pillaged whoever he pleased, even killing his own men when they displeased him. At such a young age Tayo was an absolute menace, even completely razing the town of Zerithia to the ground and killing the overwhelming majority of its inhabitants.

However, one day, Tayo's karma would get back to him as he was defeated by the Ferngulf Holy Knights and left for dead. However he was found and nursed back to health by a kind priestess of Nargi, and on that day Tayo decided to turn over a new leaf and give up his old life as the king of bandits to instead go down a new path: a path of redemption. He intentionally suppressed his dark powers and urges and became a member of the clergy, using the best of his abilities to rid the world of Baetylus' terrors and to help the people.

Around 4 years later and Tayo comes into contact with Koros while attempting to rid Banna Woodlands of it's rising terror infestation by placing a forest-wide ward, which requires the earth shard to act as a focus. So Koros and Tayo join forces, and upon learning that Koros plans to stop the the return of the crimson meteor and is looking for the shards of the Ars Solaris, Tayo joins Koros' team for good, believing that stopping the crimson for good would be the best possible way to atone for his past sins.

However, Tayo is completely aware that in stopping Baetylus and denying his will he would be breaking his gias he made over a decade ago, and thus would turn to stone, the cost of breaking a gias. He intends to sacrifice himself as the ultimate atonement, which Koros and eventually Tayo's other friends are unaware of, which Tayo doesn't tell them because he doesn't want to hurt them of make them stop him from doing what he has to do.

Tayo's default class is the Cleric, but his S-Class is the Ravager, Baetylus' power fully unlocked within him, but harnessed for good rather than for evil. The ravager is an all-in attacker class that summons phantasmal weapons to follow up attacks automatically. The ravager's talent art is Flood of Chaos which deals colossal dark damage to all foes with a 25% chance to instakill and removes 2 press turns from the enemy. The ravager wields most weapons including swords, axes, fists, spears, daggers, and bows.

The ravager S-Class is unique as when Tayo initially obtains it near the end of Chapter 8 he cannot learn any new skills in the class, making the class only good for it's high stats and not much else. However, after completing Tayo's EX quest chain he unlocks all the learnable arts for the Ravager, allowing you to actually use the class to it's fullest.

Tayo's exclusive S-Talents include Meteo Reign and Overheal. Meteo Reign deals colossal force elemental damage to all foes 4 times, then insane fire damage 1 time, and then grants all allies mind charge. It is learned by Tayo near the end of Chapter 8 alongside the skill-less Ravager class, but unlike other talents and S-Talents it costs 150% TP, the absolute max, instead of the standard 100%.

Tayo's other S-Talent is Overheal, a healing spell that heals a ton of HP for all allies that can even heal over the damage limit, then grants all allies HP/AP regen. Both of Tayo's talent arts are incredibly powerful and some of the strongest in the game. Tayo's ultimate weapon is the spear "dusk to dawn" which grants Tayo inherent AP Thrift.

[magnoliamyrrh]

if liberal western feminists spend even half as much time talking about the patriarchy and misogyny as they do endlessly whining and complaining about evil bitch women with their evil bitch feminism and """misandry""" and mens poor hurt feelings, we might actually get somewhere lmao

wake the hell up. snap out of your female socialization which has taught you to always put everyone and particularly men above yourself. we are an opressed group. i don't think ya'll actually understand and fully process that. we are an opressed group. the male dominant class has been responsable for the instatement of the patriarchy for thousands of years. in many places, globally. thousands. the patriatchy isnt this abstact thing which "benefits noone" and "harms everyone equally" it is systemic opression which benefits the male class much more than it harms them, which is why it still exists.

it is responsible for our enslavement. our psychological and physical and sexual and otherwise enslavement. generations upon generations of women before us whove lived their lives as little more than slaves to men, serving them, giving their lives up for men. the patriarchy benefits noone? you think the male elite getting free household labour, free emotional labour, getting to take advantage of the woman's ability to birth - force women in so many parts of the world into marriages and child marriage - raping girl-brides to death and forcing women and girls to give birth until they die - and then having the balls to create patrilinial lines and lay claim to children and kill female infants, benefits no one? you think males declaring themselves supreme over us and treating us worse than their farm animals benefits no one?

they are responsible for the vast majority of rapes, of pedophilic crimes, of wars, of serial killers, of domestic abuse. they regularly rape children, like, globally, and the male created system barely keeps them responsable if it doesnt outright allow it. they are responsible for your ancestors and your own torment. sex trafficking is worse than ever now. there is an international sex slave trade which is worth billions upon billions every year. this is the fault of men, and most of them dont give a single shit. they have globally, through their patriarchy, lead to the physical torture of women and girls to brand them as lesser - foot binding in china, female genital mutialation which originated in egypt and spread. being just two well known and absolutely horrific ones.

they have turned us into property. they have taken our humanity. we barely gained basic fucking rights in most of the world barely generations ago. they have treated us as their slaves. they have treated us worse than animals.

when a male rapes it is not an individual act. rape is a weapon of the male elite to keep us all in line. as is domestic abuse. as are a whole lot of other things. wake up.

snap out of it. stop coddling your opressors. this is the "not all white people" of feminism. stop it. it doesnt fucking matter, mens hurt feelings arent a damn priority. women are the only opressed class which coddles our opressors this much, its fucking insane and pathetic frankly. we have severe god damn issues on this planet that are affecting half of the damn population. the only way were getting out of this is with each other. stop defending them with more vigor than they ever defend you, and start defending your sisters. snap out of it.