#theres like a piece of blue fire in there

[lightkidshenannies]

woag fucked up sanctuary guide

[bubbleddisasters]

I know considering what we just learned in Caters dream this may be unlikely but:

I feel like Treys dream is just going to be everyone got fucking therapy. And something to do with dentistry and/or a bakery. Like thats it.

Just everyone actually works together in a safe, effective and healthy manner, Che’nyas an NRC student and is able watch over Riddle and keep watch/the dorm in line when Trey can’t and Cater opens up to him.

Like thats it. Everything else is status quo.

Ace and Deuce are still fucking around as usual, Yuu is the mediator, Leona finally got meds for his depression and some therapy so he’s not sleeping around as much, the majority of students are less manipulative and self absorbed, all is fine and dandy.

Ah yes, and You’ve predicted correctly, another Blue Che’nya Rant incoming under the cut lol:

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I need Che’nya to pull out his fourth wall breaking shenanigans again. He referenced Yuu’s mirror in Book 1 before Yuu even knew about it? AND The Cheshire Cat has Shapeshifting abilities and is literally the strongest creature in Wonderland only second to TIME ITSELF.

And what do Cats hate? Mice and Birds.

And who, pray tell, gets Alice out of Wonderland?

THE 👏CHESHIRE 👏CAT

You cannot tell me Che’nya was NOT the one who Mickey saw. Che’nya is already mildly hinted at being ridiculously OP.

Think also about Grim. Who has the same color palette and Blue fire as Ignihyde, and the only other character besides Che’nya to have a Cheshire esc grinning sprite. Also, a directly CAT based appearance, not a Lion like Leona, but your average joe cat.

Judging from Grims Design, role in the story and Bow, he’s likely based on Alices Cat in Alice in Wonderland that is unintentionally left behind by Alice when she falls through the Rabbit Hole.

Oh, and the Cheshire cat in the live action? DARKISH GREY AND FUCKING BLUE.

And Che’nya? Who conveniently appeared in both books with Tyrant in the name, conveniently has the ability to slip past NRCs barrier that took S.T.Y.X THEMSELVES SEVERAL HIGH POWERED ANTI MAGIC SHOTS to get through? Without Crowley noticing aswell? And likely teleporting the length of probably a SMALL COUNTRY just to go and fuck with Heartstabyl every other Tuesday or something? WITH NO VISIBLE MAGESTONE ON HIM.

Who randomly knew about our Mirror before we did, and DIRECTLY REFERENCED MICKEY/SOMEONE/ANOTHER WORLD BEING IN OUR MIRROR FROM THE START?? Who has had the ability to FLY, GO INVISIBLE, CONTROL HIS OWN GRAVITY AND LIKELY TELEPORT SO MUCH THAT TREYS SIBLINGS ASSUMED IT WAS CHE’NYA OPENING THEIR FRIDGE AND NOT THEIR OWN DAMM BROTHER, AND POSSIBLY DETACHING HIS OWN LIMBS, SINCE AGE FUCKING NINE (all seen/referenced in manga) , WHICH WE LEARNED SHOULD HAVE PRACTICALLY EXPLODED THE AVERAGE CHILD FROM ROLLO.

BRO HAS BEEN DOING FEATS WE’VE ONLY SEEN LILIA, CROWLEY AND MALLEUS DO.

Lastly, who could’ve followed us throughout our entire journey without notice?

In the Manga, a clone cater got LITERALLY impaled. Theres no way in hell every single person survived an overblot fight with, according to Ace, “A Couple Bruises” without some guardian angel bs happening.

WHOS ALSO THERE FOR ALICES ENTIRE JOURNEY AND PLAYS THE GUARDIAN ANGEL WHEN ALICE NEEDED AN EMERGENCY ROUTE OUT OF WONDERLAND WHEN SHE WAS BEING CHASED??????

THE 👏CHESHIRE 👏CAT

And theres only one person that can pull that role off without detection even if they slipped up, as if Crowley did so and suddenly accidentally became visible or smth, it’d draw more questions. Like wtf he’s doing his job????

For Scarabia, We basically had a magic shield (Floyd) and a Direct Target (Kalim), so Yuus less likely to catch Strays. Plus I wouldn’t put it above Floyd to work with Che’nya and just not fucking mention it. They seem like they’d get along well actually ngl.

Ignihyde is both the most suspicious and kinda hard to piece together, but why did Riddle end up the ONLY one to get oldified when they were likely similar distances to Tartarus. Something that conveniently forced him to pull out of the fight?

Also, you CANNOT tell me, no anti-magic necklaces or not, the magepens would be magic summonable. Thats way too risky and an obvious thing they’d have a backup for. Someone had to unlock it and I have my doubts it was Idia/Ortho, because that raised their fail rate probably quite higher.

Same goes for the Lightning Bolts. I heavily doubt Idia or Ortho would give them access to that at its full ability, especially pretty right off the bat, if the off chance of all three being used against them at once was on the table, since it would practically be the equivalent to a 3-1 hit K.O cheat code or 3-1 Instant D-20s in a row. 3 possible instant K.O shots per team, and 3 teams, totaling up to 9 POSSIBLE INSTANT K.O SHOTS. Thats way too risky. One? Maybe. Two? Eh. BUT NINE? BEFORE THE FINAL BOSS FIGHT? WITH THE MAGEPENS TOO?

Also, if someone had the batshit Idea (cough Epel or Rook cough) to jump down the tower, since it’s literally just the worlds deadliest spiral staircase, and summon some cushioning for their fall and jump to the last floor platform, they could speedrun directly to them with the fully charged bolt, and if they got the rest of the groups to do that, things would go to shit for Idia pretty fast.

They also had the equivalent of a trained sniper with them. If Rook finds major vulnerabilities and tells everyone where to hit them all at the same time, its probably over.

I can mildly see the possibility of OB! Idia getting too cocky and doing so, but I find it doubtful, as I feel he would label it an “endgame” reward considering how OP it is.

It’s been proved before that NRC has it basically on sight with RSA, which works in Che’nyas favor, since they focus on the fact an RSA students on campus rather then HOW he got there.

That, and the Overblotee or more logical guys will probably be like “Riddle/Trey sent Supervision? Yea all things considering that tracks honestly.”

We see this in the game and manga, but in the manga, we can see in the Heartstabyl Finale image that Che’nya never actually left after we see him get “chased out”, and has literally been chilling in a bush watching the group the whole time, meaning he’s likely pretty experienced with faking his departures.

So we can’t hear him, can’t see him, no footprints or footsteps, he can literally clip out of existence to miles away up a mountain on command??? And can unexplainably slip past 500 year old arcane barriers without breaking a sweat???

Bros got The Guardian Angel/ Spy package Deluxe.

Anyway thats just a bad theory but yea

Thats the end of my rant for now I need to eat lunch lol.

[jean-meowreau]

I 📢 WANT 📢 BOTTOM 📢 ANDREW 📢

You're lucky I'm blasted as fuck rn so Andrew will be too but dw pls enjoy BB

"short piece" my ass lol

Bottom Andrew, Top Neil, Oral Sex, Rimming, Fingering, Gross Sappy Feelings, Andrew Minyard loves Neil Josten, Drug Mention(Weed/Marijuana), Some Hair Pulling, Andrew "Hands Free Orgasms Aren't Real" Minyard Orgasming Hands Free, Mating Press

IDK how many words but she's hefty.

Andrew blinks once, then twice, and turns his head. It moves too quickly, too easily, a swivel that's brand new and prefectly lubed up. Speaking of lubed up--

Andrew balks, his jaw dropping as he makes a noise of disdain. How dare Neil use his own words against him? "What the fuck?"

"Neil." His voice is low, theres a slight shake to it. His chest is rising and falling in a pattern, he's sure it's right, breathing isn't normally this difficult--

"Andrew?" Neil asks, his voice soft. Andrew's pulse starts racing faster, goosebumps break out across his arms and he shivers. Neil smiles, something somewhat wicked, as he puts down his book and rolls across their bed. He's facing Andrew now, their bodies less than an inch apart. Andrew can't stop staring at pretty pink lips curved into a smirk, thinking about where else they'd look even better-- "Staring."

"I'm not allowed?" Neil teases. He sees the way Andrew is staring at the hand on Neil's thigh. He reaches across, slowly up towards Andrew's face, before asking, "Yes or no?"

He doesn't even get a chance to ask the latter before Andrew is gasping out, "Yes!" in a voice far too close to a whine for his sober comfort. But that was for sober Andrew. High Andrew closes his eyes and presses his face into Neil's deceptively soft palm, turning to kiss the skin before biting at the meat of it around his thumb.

"I take it you're in the mood?" Neil teases as he brushes the side of his thumb against Andrew's cheek.

Andrew bares his teeth in response before muttering, "Pretty faces deserve it."

The blond nods before he reaches for Neil's waist and pulls him on top. When Neil makes to straddle him, as is the usual play for their evening forays, Andrew stops him. He sits up, meeting Neil for a kiss as he pushes his legs together and then wraps his own around Neil's waist. Baby blues are wide, looking over Andrew's face as he lays back against the pillows and waits. He's happy to do so, lazily eating up the sight of Neil staring down at him. The slope of his shoulders, the barely there bit of healthy fat lining him that shows in the small dip where the waistband of his boxers hug his hips, his toned arms bracketing either side of Andrew's head as he leans forward. The quirk of his brow as he keeps looking over Andrew's face, the feeling of his breath against Andrew's neck, the way his lashes flutter every time he blinks.

"Staring," Neil teases him again.

"Then why do I get in trouble for staring at you?" Neil fires back smoothly, leaning down to kiss Andrew, to stop his retort. He'd seen the way his eyebrows shot up and then furrowed, knew he was going to pay for that cheesy comeback if he didn't do something drastic.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

Andrew knows it, but he decides kissing Neil is more important at the moment, so he lets himself get lost in it. There are small shoots of electricity firing down and settling in his abdomen, fueled by every brush of their lips. Neil breaks the kiss, cupping Andrew's jaw to keep him in place so he can speak.

Andrew didn't bottom often. But he liked bottoming for Neil. He enjoyed letting himself get taken in by the junkie currently looming over him, watching him both expectantly and hungrily. So obviously ready to devour but waiting patiently, because Andrew mattered above all else. He moans quietly at the thought, shifting his hips to rub both of their clothed erections together. "I want to lose my voice."

The words are calculated, he knows Neil knows, but he watches the way he curls his hands into fists, unfurls them, and then reaches to hold Andrew's waist before rocking their hips together, enjoying the quiet moan he's rewarded with. "Are you telling me it's my choice?"

Andrew gives a single, resolute nod. Neil tries and fails to hide a grin as he rocks their hips together once more before he pulls Andrew's boxers down and off, tossing them haphazardly to the floor.

"I want to--" He starts, but Andrew interrupts him.

"Don't ask, just do."

Neil narrows his eyes, bending forward and resting on his elbows against Andrew's chest, looking over his face. "How high are you?"

"High enough," Andrew answers honestly. "I've wanted to try for a while. This helped with the..." He trails off and waves his hand in the air, gesturing to encompass all of the words he either didn't have or didn't want to say and ruin the mood.

"You promise you won't shut down if there's anything you don't like?" Neil asks between brushes of his lips along the length of Andrew's jaw.

It happened once when Andrew was tipsy and Neil asks every time he so much as breathes in Andrew's direction, now. They'd talked about it, how Andrew appreciated how attentive Neil was, but that he also enjoys some levels of spontaneity. He trusts Neil, he knows Neil takes redirection and respects boundaries, even on the things Andrew used to let slip with one night stands and others he let in. Nobody cared for him or his well-being to the extent Neil did.

"I promise," Andrew says quietly, directing Neil into a kiss. He's rewarded for the words with Neil's fingers wrapping around his dick and giving a slow tug from base to tip. He moans into Neil's mouth, letting the redhead lick his way inside as he gives slow, wonderful attention to his cock. Andrew slowly sinks back into the pillows, sighing out quiet moans as Neil kisses his way down his chest. He raises his hips excitedly when Neil nears his waist before letting out an admittedly dejected noise when his mouth bypasses his cock. Kisses are bitten into the meat of his hip, the top and inside of his thigh, before Neil licks over Andrew's balls. He gasps, hips jerking away from the feeling before he immediately settles them back against the mattress.

"Again," he whispers the demand, more of a plea than he wants to admit yet again, but Neil obeys and the discomfort at the idea of asking for something melts against the warm tongue licking over Andrew's perineum before sucking his balls into his mouth. Andrew isn't sure if Neil stopping attention to his dick was good or bad - he was aching for stimulation but Neil knew better; it would probably overwhelm Andrew if he did both in that moment. So he resigns himself to memorising the feel of his balls in Neil's mouth, his tongue shifting between both, rolling and fondling them. He ups the suction and it hurts only barely, slightly too much pleasure, but his balls are released almost as quick as it started. He's about to direct Neil back, but then his tongue is swirling over his perineum before dipping lower. The first swipe over his hole has Andrew stuttering out Neil's name as his thighs twitch, aching to wrap around his head.

Neil never ceases to surprise Andrew, and it's no exception when large hands cup under his thighs and lift them to wrap around his head. Andrew makes a strangled sound, shifting on the bed as he loosely locks his ankles together. When Neil laps at his hole again, this time Andrew curses quietly and squeezes. He hears a muffled moan from Neil as he's somewhat crushed between Andrew's thighs and pulled in closer. His nose pushes up against the underside of Andrew's balls and the noise he makes when Neil finally licks inside of him is one he will deny until his grave. It's a whine, quiet and quickly cut off when he realises that sound is coming from his own mouth. Neil freezes briefly where he is, and Andrew swears he hears a quiet moan before Neil is wrapping his arms around to hold the tops of Andrew's thighs and licking into him once more, with vigor.

Andrew hates that his back arches off the bed, hips grinding down against Neil's tongue, his nose rubbing against his perineum still. He's gasping for air, hands pulling at and fisting the sheets before Neil finds them and guides Andrew to his hair. He takes two handfuls, trembling at the whimper he hears from Neil when he pulls him in closer, barely muffled between his legs. And then he's cursing under his breath as he yanks Neil away, falling back against the pillows as he wills the orgasm sneaking up on him at bay. Neil makes a rather pitiful sound and Andrew shakes his head, still breathing hard. "Don't want to-- Inside, Neil."

Blue eyes blink slowly before he is nodding his understanding. He fucking licks his lips, savouring the remnants of Andrew there as he sits up and reaches for the bedside table for the lube. "Condom?"

"Not this time," Andrew breathes out, his gasps for air finally starting to even out. "That okay?"

"You know I don't care either way," Neil says as he pulls Andrew down the bed, propping his legs up on his thighs before shoving a pillow beneath his hips. "I'm just here for the ride."

"Bullshit."

"You make prettier sounds when we don't use one," Neil says after taking a second to warm some lube up between his fingers. It makes it ever more devastating when he continues -- as he's fucking a finger into Andrew, "You go crazy when I cum inside you."

Andrew bites his tongue so hard he's sure it's bleeding. He wasn't going to reward Neil with anything after those words, as right as they were. But he knows his glare is anything but menacing, his body betraying his pretend anger as his hips shift to meet Neil's finger steadily fucking him open.

"Staring," Neil warns again, with the umpteenth cheeky barely there smile. He stops Andrew's retort for the second time tonight by adding a second finger and stroking over Andrew's prostate with practiced ease. He liked being fingered when he was getting head, sue him. Neil fixated on things that he cares about, and Andrew and Andrew's pleasure are his priority most of the time. He pushes the idea of Exy from his head with considerable effort, determined to stay hard and fully enjoy the experience. But all he was left with was the still unnerving feeling the idea of being a priority to anyone was, let alone Neil. He'd proven himself time and again, but that feeling was still disconcerting--

"Where are you, right now?"

Neil's voice cuts through the beginnings of a spiral and Andrew blinks up at him before grabbing the back of his neck and yanking Neil down into a filthy kiss. It was equal parts claiming as it was desperate, Andrew arching up into Neil while clinging and pulling him in closer. He ignores the not-whimper that Neil coaxes from him as he licks into his mouth once more. Tracing the shape of his teeth before rubbing the tip of his tongue down the length of his hard palate, each ridge felt before he's sitting back and nipping at his bottom lip.

"I--" Andrew starts, shifting beneath Neil before squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing.

"Me, too," Neil says after a second, nudging Andrew's head back so he can kiss and suck at his neck as he adds a third finger. Knowing exactly what Andrew meant and couldn't say in that moment. Declarations of that sort during sex were still something Andrew was recovering from. Neil still meets him where he is.

"Inside," Andrew demands, shifting beneath Neil. His chest felt full to bursting with overwhelming feeings and his ass wasn't anywhere near full enough to make it worthwhile.

Ever the obedient lover, Neil pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock, shivering at what must be the first touch it's received since they started. The fact he wasn't even undressed, had cupped the waistband of his briefs beneath his balls furthering the worry Andrew already knew was true--

"You're fucking insane," he mutters, head falling back against his arm propped behind. Neil is slowly fucking into him, ever patient and ever attentive.

"Yeah?" Neil, finally, for the first time tonight, sounds out of breath and shaky. "What are you going to do about it?"

Andrew flicks dark eyes up at Neil, and the cheeky bastard fucking winks at him. Andrew scowls, hooking his ankles behind Neil's lower back and pulling against him, forcing him to bottom out. They both moan high and loud in tandem, Neil's hands landing against Andrew's chest as his eyes go wide. He very gently grabs his wrists when he reaches to move Neil's hips. "I'm trying not to-- Hold on. Just a second. You feel so good."

His fingers curve and the bite of his nails in Andrew's flesh has him arching his back and clenching around Neil's dick. They both make a wounded sound, Neil bucking forward before grinding against Andrew's ass as he collapses against his chest.

"You won't get mad if I...?" he asks between gasps for air.

"I'll never let you live it down," Andrew says, but he cards his fingers soothingly through Neil's hair. "So excited to fuck me you barely got it in."

"I can't help it," Neil says through gritted teeth, lifting his head and grabbing Andrew's jaw, holding him steady as Neil rakes his eyes across his face. "You're so..." he groans in frustration, at a loss of words. "Fuck, Andrew!"

"That's what you're supposed to be doing now, yes," he teases ever so gently, his other hand slipping under Neil's sleep shirt to rub against his shoulders.

"I'm-- I'm trying," Neil huffs out, smiling at Andrew's own lazy smile as he watches Neil, enjoys how he's pleasantly stressed about the idea of cumming too soon to even give Andrew what he wants. "You-- the legs? And my hair? While I was eating you out." He says in quick, aborted sentences. "Fuck."

Andrew's barely there smile quickly morphs into something salacious as he takes a handful of Neil's hair. It does so much to Andrew's ego to watch in real time as Neil's pupils dilate and his breathing hitches. He swears he just felt his dick twitch where it was still buried in his ass. "Fuck me, Neil."

One shaky thrust later, Andrew gives Neil's hair the barest of tugs. He watches as the man in his hands and in him stills, pupils blown out. "A-Andrew..."

"If you cum early you can blow me," Andrew offers. "You know I enjoy every orgasm you give me."

Neil makes another strangled noise before tucking his face in the curve of Andrew's neck. His first few thrusts are short and stiff, but after Andrew offers him an encouraging moan, Neil steadies himself. His next thrust in makes Andrew see stars. He doesn't need to say anything, he knows Neil knows by how silent he's gone, how stiff he is beneath him.

"R-Relax," Neil stutters, hips smacking against the backs of Andrew's thighs now as he fucks him fast and deep, just how he likes. His next words, whispered against the sensitive flesh just behind Andrew's ear, have him seeing stars. "You deserve to feel good, Andrew."

His back arches, the pointed thrust Neil aims at his prostate sending sparks at the edge of his vision. "Sh-Shut--" --up!

"Make me," Neil taunts, the words barely audible between their skin slapping and the two of them gasping for air. Andrew narrows his eyes and gives Neil's hair another tug before pulling his head back to expose his throat. Teeth meet tender flesh and Neil is choking out praise around loud moans as Andrew renews the rounded fading marks of his teeth against Neil's shoulder. He didn't want to deal with another lecture from Kevin about hickeys and professionalism.

"Neil."

"W-What?"

"Remember what I said?"

Neil grunts quietly and his rhythm falters briefly as he shifts his weight forward onto his knees. He unravels Andrew's legs from his waist, and before the blond can think to complain his knees are pressed to his chest. He can't breathe, every time Neil bottoms out he swears his guts are so far displaced that his lungs are being pushed into his throat. Both hands are tangled in red locks now, tugging his appreciation as Neil speeds up his thrusts.

Cumming before Andrew had been a show. Neil would never let himself unless Andrew made it known it was exactly what he wanted that evening. Even bottoming, even getting the best head of his life, Neil is fixated on Andrew, he claims it takes serious effort to cum without getting to see the supposedly beautiful pinch in Andrew's brow and the special way he moans Neil's name.

"A-Andrew..."

He waits a few seconds, but Andrew can't find it in himself to respond. He just gives Neil another nod and yanks at his hair, trying desperately to kiss him.

Neil shifts and then, if Andrew thought he'd felt like a pretzel before, the angle Neil bent him back at to have his knees resting against the mattress made Andrew see God in all of her infinite glory. So taken was he, he didn't have much to offer to warn of his orgasm except a choked off cry of Neil's name before cum was splattering up his chest. It hit his system like a freight train, the world fizzling into white around him, some of that possibly his own cum splattering against his own cheek.

He knew Neil was in the same boat, teeth sinking into the meat of Andrew's calf as he let his thrusts slow with his orgasm. Something about getting a piece of Neil fucked inside, pressing and reaching deep enough that it wouldn't ever leave Andrew, made him go mental. The nails he pulled away from Neil's back, where he'd thankfully dropped his hands, were bloody.

"F-Fuck, Neil--"

"No, 's okay," Neil mumbles, cum drunk and high on his orgasm, barely able to open his eyes. "I-- that was good. Andrew, I've never-- so fucking good."

"Bleeding!" Andrew says, his stress evident.

Neil presses his face against his palm. "That's why I came so hard."

"What?"

Neil shakes his head, somewhat confused. "It felt good. And then I thought about if it scarred over some of my old ones..." he trails off, taking a few deep breaths. "And I liked the idea a lot."

Andrew nods, pulling Neil in for a hug. He sneaks a look at his back and lets out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding when he notices the scrapes are surface level, barely enough to cause worry. He looks back at his hands and notices there isn't any blood, and tucks that away for later to try and figure out what caused that.

"Have to talk about it," he offers, and Neil nods, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay if it needs to be a no. I just wanted to offer reassurance. I enjoyed it."

Andrew nods, grabbing Neil's face and pulling him in for a proper kiss. "Bath?"

"Sure. We've got to get you clean."

"You try to take any of your cum out of me and I will draw and quarter you."

Neil smirks, then winks. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Andrew."

[dapper-lil-arts]

The creator's of mlp really did say they didn't hate any of the characters and then proceeded to do Rainbow Dash dirty every chance they got

honestly the saddest thing is that I feel like its somehow on accident, somehow on ignorance. Every character has the perfect pieces to make them iconic, but some fall short due to writing choices like rainbow, rly. Example: Celestia is meant to be a godlike figure, a perfect mentor, a kind and nurturing soul that is also the most powerful being in Equestria. ...But in the actual text? She's kind of worthless! Whenever theres a problem she throws twilight at it, and if she tries fighting someone she LOSES! She lost a 1 v 1 with chrysalis, she lost to fucking COZY GLOW, A CHILD. And those are all writing choices! At no point did they try to keep her integrity, justify her positioning through Twilight's trials. By the time later on they joke about the princesses doing nothing, its hard to find it truly funny bc its just objectively true xP but it didnt need to be! Another example, this one bugs me even more: Pinkie Pie is meant to be the element of laughter (not joy I guess) but the more that the series goes on, the more that every joke that involves her is just "She wont shut up and she's annoying everyone and doesnt notice" They could have played her off as a compassionate figure that always wants to cheer people up, but rather she winds up as a fourth-wall-breaking fire alarm that keeps beeping, and it really didn't need to be this way! Like, if she's meant to make people laugh, where's the genuine jokes? Wheres the gags and sentiments that aren't just poorly placed? damn its an odd case, cause I do love pinkie on concept but the text does her dirtyyyy

The blue character is literally looking at the screen pleading for Pinkie to shut her mouth, that's an active decision of the writers and animators to make her aparently insufferable to others. Damn, its odd And yeah, when Rainbow Dash winds up being a self centered asshat, it feels a bit flanderized, like some of these too. Don't get me wrong, I still love em, but sheesh

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seventeen: Warmth

The smell of your vanilla shampoo fills Levi's nostrils as he takes a deep breath. Your hair was wet, sticking to your skin as it stretched down your back.

"Stay." Your voice is soft enough to comfort Levi's everlasting mental wounds. You would never know, but the way you speak soothes Levi's soul. He came from a place of violence, poverty, and loneliness that left his body with invisible scars. He was always alone. 

Always.

Until you.

After you changed into your pajama set, your smooth skin rubbing against the fabric of your tank top and shorts. "Can you be honest with me about something?" You take a step toward Levi, letting your chin tilt upwards towards his face.

Levi only nodded.

"You're not one to hold back anyways, so I don't know why I asked." You crossed your arms over your chest, all of your feelings bubbling to your head. You feel like your entire body is on fire whenever you look at Levi. The feelings have become too much to bear alone. 

The past few days have shown you who Levi is, specifically who he is when he's with you. Your entire life seemingly shattered around you and there he was to pick up each and every piece and glue it all back together.

"Spit it out." Levi's voice interrupted your thoughts. 

"Do you feel anything between us? Besides our... arrangement." 

"Be more specific." 

"When I'm with you, I feel like I can be myself. That I can let everything else go and only focus on you and I. You light a fire inside me. When I look at you, it's like theres a whole butterfly garden in my tummy that takes flight."

You watched Levi's eyes follow your movements as you spoke, his eyes blue-grey clouds and you would love to curl up on. Your eyes dragged down to his jawline, studying his chiseled face that was crafted by Renaissance artists. Your hands were screaming to touch him, but you restrained yourself.

"Mm." Levi stands up a little straighter as he peers at you through his half-lidded eyes.

"That's all you have to say?" 

"You bring me... warmth." He finally spoke. You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn't 'warmth'. 

You raise your eyebrow as you wait for him to explain further, to which he sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to explain himself more because he didn't know how to put what he felt into words that were coherent. 

"All my life, I've done everything alone. I wanted to be alone. Never having to rely on anyone, lean on anyone, nothing. Which is why I've never been good at relationships. The women I were interested in, well, I was sort of interested in - they weren't... right. It was like I was trying to succumb to what people were telling me to do. Erwin would tell me it's nice to have someone to come home to. I dated one woman, who I semi-enjoyed spending time with. It was more physical though. There was not really any mental connection which is very important to me. So that ended fast."

You stood and listened to Levi. Your large doe-like eyes watched his mouth as he spoke, making sure you understand every word that he's saying. 

"When I met you, something inside of me changed. It was like I was a block of ice, and you were a small flame. I almost didn't want to acknowledge it was happening. Once I couldn't anymore, I brought up the 'arrangement'. I just wanted more of a reason to be near you. To feel your warmth." 

You can't help but feel tears well up in your eyes. The melody of his words played through your ears - more of those butterflies being released in your tummy. 

"I was serious when I said I want to be there for you through whatever you throw at me. Not as your boss, not as your sugar daddy, but as your man. As your partner."

Gulp.

"The way I feel about you... I've never felt for anyone. I want to create a home with you. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want life. With you." Levi's hands reached for yours. Finally. His touch. You let your hands mend to his as he holds your hands close to his lips, leaving kisses on your knuckles. You watched as his lips left your skin, hoping his touch would forever linger.

"I want you to be mine. I want to be yours." 

You bring yourself closer to him as he speaks and wrap your arms around his body. You press your chin to his chest as you study the expression on his face. 

"I've been yours, Levi. I tried to deny it so many times. I'm yours, unapologetically." 

His Index finger finds your chin as he brings your face to his, eliminating all space between you with a kiss. It's slow, but filled with passion. You drag your fingertips along his body as you reach his neck, tracing shapes along his undercut. 

Levi's tongue moves along your lower lip as he begs for entry, to which you oblige. His breath hitches when you open your mouth slightly, his hands squeezing your plush hips gently. Your skin starts to feel hot as his fingertips sneak into the elastic of your shorts, the pads of his fingers gently pressing against your skin.

You press your body into his as he touch leaves you feeling like you're on fire, the kisses almost fleeting. Levi brought his attention back to your lips, making sure he puts most of his effort there. Your lips were soft, like pillows that Levi always wanted to be on.

"Levi." You take a breath as your heart rate excellerates. "I need you." 

"Tsk." Levi sucked his teeth. "You are so impatient. We're not making love for the first time like this." 

"Are you saying all those other times weren't love?!" You say sarcastically, putting your hand on your chest. "I'm offended, Levi Ackerman." 

"Shut up." He presses his lips to your temple. "Let's go to bed."

[tenaciouschronicler]

July 3 2024 2009

Lets take a look at Julys updates now that I have some free time.

Behold! Apple juice!

So with this we have a better grasp of the time jump, its before Dave and John first talked on Pesterchum. @homestuckreplay made a great observation that I just wanna reiterate... Its absolutely adorable how much Dave LOVES talking to his friends, especially John. First thing he thinks of when finding apple juice? How much of a kick John is gonna get out of the unexpected movie reference.

Behind his cool guy persona hes just as much of a dweeb as John and I think he(John), at least as far as weve seen, is probably his closest friend. Maybe they were childhood friends until one of them moved and as they grew up Dave found it harder to fit in or find someone he could let in and trust.

You also might as well ask him about that beta. The kid's been harping about it for weeks. It would be cool if it came on his birthday. He'd be one happy camper.

Before we get into the chat, we see a little of Daves mindset. Even though Dave has made it pretty clear hes not really interested in the Beta, his friend is and hes gonna, 'In your own cool, sort of roundabout way', ask about it because he likes his friends happy.

Lets take a look at his desktop. (I appologize for the quality, dont know what happened)

Fisrt of, sick as hell wallpaper. Not sure what its from but its got a battle bracket on the bottom right so maybe an in-verse video game? Im not sure what app that blue one is, or maybe a file?, but Dave aint happy with it seeing as its named 'COMPLETE BULLSHIT'. The two red folders however hold Daves 'ILL BEATS' and 'DOPE RHYMES SO DOPE'. And keeping in-line with the sheer amount of tech, Daves sporting a shiny Pesterchum 7.0.

The enflammed silhouette is Daves browser aptly named Hephaestus. Hephaestus is the Greek God of artisans, blacksmiths, carpenters, craftsmen, fire, metallurgy, metalworking, sculpture and volcanoes. He was casted out of Olympus either by his mother Hera or by Zeus depending on the myth. In the first he is lame at birth, in the second he becomes lame after the fall. He now resides again on Mount Olympus crafting the Gods equipment and any fine metalwork pieces are said to be his work.

The first website Dave visits is his own satire review blog where he posts about Gamebro. And then theres his webcomic SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF and. it. sure is. Something.

I.

Theres no words honestly.

Daves cool guy facade is fading fast. But then again hes a kid so....

Theres 3 pages with the same style and Ive gotta question if this is really as popular as Dave makes it out to be ┐(￣ヘ￣）┌

[creatively-cosmic]

i plan for this to be a short dialog/ interaction focused piece as a sort of exercise and character exploration. whatever i end up doing will be canon so like chose wisely. also if this poll ties like the flashback one did im going to explode this blog which is a tall order cus theres a lot of options. Fuck

[activatebutterflyshield]

More of me running my mouth about music as inspiration except this time its just Dear Wormwood

Prelude. Prelude. PRELUDE. This is probably just a music nerd thing but its so perfect. Despite my horrible understanding of music theory, a prelude is usually the first piece of music that is meant to represent the succeeding and usually longer movements in a single work, but they could also stand alone. The Prelude to Dear Wormwood works as both. It starts out quiet before building up with just absolutely amazing wordless vocals and its just so great folks. Its a summary of the whole album in a minute and nine seconds its amazing folks

Okay Bitter Water. The first time I heard this one I thought oh, its a metaphor for alcoholism. Yes, it can be a metaphor for alcoholism, but it is also so much more. In the broader context of Dear Wormwood its an acknowledgement of how bad a relationship is and that the singer, the victim, feels like they can never escape it, but it can be so much more folks. It can be a about a love lost, with the one who lost the love pining and wasting away without their soulmate. Said soulmate could be a part of the griever themself. It can be so much. Its also a banger but thats a given for the whole album. “terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue” is also eternally amazing this whole thing is poetry mates

There Beneath. Calm and flowy and existential kind of but I make a lot of things existential and where were we? But also the line “I saw the morning lead a cavalcade” is bloody amazing. Its such a great and poetic way to describe the breaking dawn, the rising sun, the beginning of a new day and so many other things mates its amazing. Like a veteran adventurer recalling the times when their friends got them out of hard scrapes or something idk

In the Blue Hours of the Morning. It’s a nice waypoint, a chance to catch your breath before the next song which I will go off about but this bit is really just like its title. The time before the cavalcade, when theres still enough light to see by yet its so calm and still and not quite awake yet

Exeunt, which is. It is. Well, exactly what it says on the tin, an exeunt, which is a stage direction for when an actor goes off stage, but its also the most poetry ever. Everyone loves “Fluttering your lashes like ashes and ember” and rightfully so but everything in that song is so bloody strong. “Crocodile eyes I have seen how you hunger”???? “No I cannot trust what you say when youre grieving”????? Like its such a powerful song with all the musicians going ham on the everything and then the lyrics and then the context? Its great its just great

Caesar. A calm follow-up to the headbanger that is Exeunt, but its no less amazing. Im just drowning in symbolism for this one mates. Not only is the morning back and breaking over a palisade but also historical references!?! The backlogs of random anecdotes and stories are tickled awake by the “Look to the sky where the sign will be shown” bit so much like it aint even funny. Its a reference to Constantine the Great, who saw the symbol of the Chi Rho and went on to become roman emperor with it painted on his shields and its so much potential in just three stanzas

This Will End. Fellows this one just hurts. Its so bloody sad and yet such a strangely jaunty tune like the singer has just accepted their sad life and Im always like no! It can get better! You just gotta try a bit! Mates! Im bleeding out!

Pale White Horse. Ohhhhhhhhhh I can get so deep about Pale White Horse but so much of it is about WWI and the Spanish Flu Epidemic and other stuff I do not care to dredge from the depths of my historical brain fluids but its so great as a thing about war and trauma and abuse and so much other stuff just like recognizing someone doing something terrible and that can be either interpreted as oh thats conformation that they were always terrible or oh goodness thats not possible why no why are you like this you are not like this right and there’s no in between. And both hurt!

Where Is Your Rider. Enough metaphors to fill a graveyard (hey Crane Wives fans. Hey. Did you get it? Eh? Idk I thought it was funny) and then some but also oooooh the lines just go so hard sometimes. “But these bones never rested while living / So how can they stand to languish in repose”???????? Like mate youre dead but youre still going to push on and keep on fighting mates it hurts it hurts too much there are too many characters and situations and just stray thoughts I can peg to these two lines alone help

Soldier, Poet, King. Need I say more? Yes, I need to say more. Everyone above and below knows how bloody legendary this song is but take this as a sign to listen to it again. Its just that good. Someone once tired and broken who has found support and is coming back to finish the job they couldnt finish on their own is just oooooooooooooogh mates. Also funny ha ha DND party. Two sides of the same polyhedral dice. Probably a d100 with all the nonsense I can drag out of it at this point.

Dear Wormwood. The album namer. UGH I cannot get enough of this one. Just some of the lines in this one mates. “And in my hour of weakness / You were there to see me fail”???????? “I know who I am now / I know who I wanna be / I wanna be more than / That devil inside of me”??????????????????? Its just so perfect and so amazing and it gives you a warn hug and it punches you in the gut and it helps you up and gives you hot tea and the works mates its just so great

Danse Macabre. One last instrumental. A Danse Macabre was usually a piece of art with people dancing next to skeletons, representing the inevitability of death and the equality in the grave and so many other sad and mopey things but also its just such a fun jig. It really does feel like a bunch of spooky scary skeletons jamming on their graves. And that’s a one liner I never thought Id need to write.

Thus Always to Tyrants. Bloody hell this is the perfect ending song. The singer immediately starting off with “Let me die, let me drown, leave my bones in the ground”, proclaiming themselves free of the worries and pains they started the album with, singing as the blazing sun rises that yes, they are, if not happy now, then at least better now, and that anyone who threatens that will face the new and improved them is just ooooooogh. Mates. If theres one song you need to listen to if you somehow made it to the end of this thingie without also being obsessed with the Oh Hellos, its Thus Always to Tyrants. But please listen to the whole of Dear Wormwood first. It makes the impact so much better.

[nedsseveredhead]

When you quit you should make a tiktok account sharing your “pro tips from an ex paint shop worker” and share how to do the paint mixing, stain stuff you’re good at, and like tips about pretty colors to request/that go together well. And I think you once posted about people stressing about whites and the light on it FOREVER ago and I learned it only matters in certain contexts (ex. Indoor painting vs exterior of a house) basically teach us all the secrets

Oh we dont gotta wait for my official last day, unfortunately theres no industry secrets when it comes to paint- atleast not on the sales floor level. But I can give some tips and stuff

1) Light colors will pull everything around them. So waiting last minute to pick your offwhite or grey or beige is a really bad idea. You need to bring a few chips home to see how they look in your lighting, because tinted paint is not returnable and you don't want to spend 90+ dollars on something you hate in this economy.

2) there is no True Grey. All greys (and all colors really) have a warm or cool cast. Warm casts are red, orange, and gold (think fire) and cool casts are blue, green, purple (think water). Most people think of cool greys when they think of grey, but thats why its turning blue on you in some lighting.

3) general rule of thumb is artificial light has a blue cast and natural light has an orange cast. So if you buy a cool gray and its turning out too blue, try grabbing a warm grey and see how that turns out.

4) All latex paint is paint and primer in one. All that means is over a previously painted surface, you do two coats (a "primer coat" and a "finish coat".) If you're going over something like drywall its more cost effective just to get primer, cause otherwise you will have to do more than two coats because drywall is unsealed and the paint sinks in. If youre doing something like tile or cabinets- any kind of shiney surface, you need to both lightly sand and use a special bonding primer.

5) Do not use oil paint if you can help it. Its already stopped production in Cali and New York but its slowly leaving the industry and in a year when you need to touch up something youre gonna have to do a lot more than you bargained for when you cant get oil paint anymore. Just get the latex now. Paints come a long way, its fine.

6) flat for ceilings. Yes even in bathrooms. Just make sure the ceiling paint you have is anti microbial. It usually is. And on that note, buy ceiling paint. Not wall paint. Save your wallet, unless youre making some kind of grand ceiling art, no ones looking up there and you dont need anything fancy.

7) when possible, just use extra white. Thats the white straight out of the can. Itll make touch up in the future much easier if its just something you can grab off the shelf.

8) tint mixes different than paint. We can always darken colors but never lighten. Thats because white tint doesnt lighten, its a place holder. Its all additive.

9) almost all the colors on the wall, but especially all greys and beiges and whites, are made of black, maroon, and deep gold. And that formula doesnt mean what youd think it means instinctively.

10) speaking of formulas, stain matches are.... Complicated. Temper your expectations now. If you want a stain match you need to bring in a piece of wood ur matching, a scrap piece ur staining, and we need time. Its all done by eye, and even the most trained at it need time to see how the wood takes the stain. I wish i could give advice on how to make these easier but its very much a you just have to do them a long time and eventually you learn to intuit it. Just be nice to the people doing ur stain match and plan atleast three days for them to do it.

11) when you come in and say you need paint, we are going to ask four things: what color, which kind, what sheen, and what account are we putting it on. Be prepared to answer these questions.

12) when it comes to picking a color, find the whitest surface you can (most Sherman Billiams stores have to have a bright white table by the color wall), and lay your colors on there. It helps find what under tones it has. Trust YOUR eye. Everyones cones n rods n whatever are different. Youre the one who has to live there and see it every day, and the person behind the counter both doesnt care and also can not pick colors for you.

13) Sherman has sales more often than they dont. If they just came off one, wait a week. 40% sales happen, usually, four times a year (this year theres been an ungodly amount tho so like who knows). If youre in a "paint emergency" and theres no sale, there is ALWAYS a ten dollar off fifty coupon online. Most stores have it behind the counter but if the manager is particularly stingy about budget they might not be allowrd to use it so just have it on ur phone.

14) if youve caught the tail end of a sale but you havnt decided a color yet, you can buy paint untinted and bring it in to tint for free later. You can also return untinted paint if you dont use it.

Thats all i can think of atm?? But idk if u have questions feel free to ask Ill answer if i can lmao

[sirensea14]

Ship ship ship shit art--i mean, ship art!

I was doing an el filibusterismo assignment when i randomly got my ass to draw Maria Sirena and Benedict Inkwell💀 (yes, thats their spanish colonial era names XD)

Maybe drop in a some lore,

Maria Sirena De La Mar y Noche

-a beautiful yet cautious and fierce Filipina woman, she doesnt trust any of the Spaniards nor any other nationalities who come to Las Filipinas. She is also known as Maria Sirena. She has a beautiful singing voice and some colorful talents. She often spend late nights to do art. Her family has been in good contact with the town's Kura Paroko (parish priest), though, she dislikes him especially whenever she catches him staring at her. One day, a group of American friends spot her on a warm afternoon and they try to befriend her. Especially that man with a blue three-piece suit, a red bow tie and a fedora hat... (Also, if you know the story of either Maria Clara or Juli in El Fili, yk whats gonna happen to Maria Sirena, except she has a good ending compared to the aforementioned two characters)

Benedict Inkwell

-a famous artist in America who draws portraits of people in black paint and a white canvas. He also does inky portraits and pencil portraits. He didnt plan to go to Las Filipinas but his friends, Boris Connor, and his wife--which is also a friend-- Alice Connor (nee Angel) convinced him. They also tagged along the twin brothers Carlos and Manuel Blanco, and Manuel's girlfriend, Cala Maria Lithos. Benedict is often teased by his friends by calling him his famous nickname "Bendy" because he gets a lot of troubles as a child

Other characters

Boris Connor - Benedict's childhood friend and best friend. He is a married wolf. He is a Jack of all trades, meaning he can do any work and any occupation (Like Bert frlm Mary Poppins) and is also a Magician. He likes playing the Clarinet. American.

Alice Connor nee Angel - Boris' beautiful singing wife. Also a childhood friend of Benedict. She can play the piano and cooks very well. She is very friendly and open minded. American.

Carlos Jose Diego Blanco y Fernandez - the older twin brother. He likes collecting old stuff, especially vintage plates and cups. He is very good at wielding guns. Spanish. He is part of the Guardia Civil, to serve and protect the people--like his (retired) grandfather.

Manuel Alejandro Francisco Blanco y Fernandez - The younger twin brother. Also has a hobby of collecting vintage dishes like his brother. Spanish. He has a girlfriend. Good at wielding guns too, especially the sniper rifles. He is part of the Guardia Civil, to serve and protect the people--like his (retired) grandfather.

Cala Maria Lithos - A famous singer and Maxwell's girlfriend. Greek. She has strong eyes (idk how to put mataray into english lol) which sometimes makes people assume she is a bossy and rude person. But after her fame and people got to know her, her eyes became a part of her charm.

(i dont understand why spanish names gotta be so long ;-;)

Also note: all of the characters' powers here; bendy's ink manipulation, siren's mermaid tail and soul manipulation abilities, cuphead and mugman's fingerguns, cala's gorgon stare, are all REMOVED. Nobody has powers here, only guns, gunpowder, fire, knives and voices.

[[Theres a possibility they may be humanized but im not really dedicated to this lol]]

Here's the noli one (old ver)

[goqmir]

i kind of like maybe just a little adore the new clue set cards like. the clue set itself is a weird and overpriced product and the physical cards themselves are definitely gonna be stupid overpriced because nobody wants to buy a board game to crack packs but like. the cards themselves? kind of fire?

i kind of adore that theyre not just all rares and we are getting clue set commons and stuff :3 its cute! and we're getting a new lonis too-- its not a super interesting card but i adore lonis and im very excited to play with more of her. and we get an interesting new land cycle in the cluelands too! the art for them kinda blows at the moment but at some point in the future i assume they'll be reprinted in a set that gives them fun and interesting art? maybe? please? im not exactly itching to play them but ill never turn down another cycle of duals teehee

id love to talk about some individual cards from the lineup so far that i adore! these are just my top picks but id recommend going and looking at the full list spoiled so far on scryfall :3

for starters, my favorite card from the whole spoiler season right now i think has to be scuttling sentinel. i dont think i want to play her in any commander deck, but in my opinion this is like one of the top cards for cubes in 2024 period-- like cankerbloom tier of cube card. she's awesome! a crab elf which is such an awesome creature type, playable with green or blue, puts 1/1 counters on things and its main draw is just being a decent body that offers protection :) she's great!!!! ive already slotted her into the cube ive been piecing together recently. i like her a lot.

resonance technician is such a cool spell copier <3 every part of it is kind of expensive so im not really sure where youd play it but it does a lot of cool things all at once on a single card which is fun! the flavor is cool-- we all love weirds here-- and the functionality is useful and cute. cool card. big fan

we also have portal manipulator who is like one of the weirdest and strongest combat tricks ive ever seen? this is like if aetherize also fucked your shit in. so i can absolutely see this seeing a lot of play honestly. but lets be real here this card just has amazing art. thheres portals around her skull !!! god shes so cool.

corporeal projection gets a shoutout because what a fun effect <3 it being izzet is awesome and on-flavor and the card itself is both an interesting choice to give your creature myriad for extra damage and a fun wincon :) im glad theres a simple and convenient way to give one creature myriad now that isn't a brick to run in my commander decks because it has a high-cost endgame mode. yay!

finally it wouldnt be a goqmir set review if i didnt shout out the new cards that work well in Naya Cast From Exile :3 Boros Strike-Captain seems kind of mid but it's important to remember that the card never goes away, and you can cast it any time after when you attack with at least 3 creatures even if BSC is off the battlefield. big fan of this one! im not sure if i can find the space to jam him in my Rocco Street Chef decklist but he's a very playable option.

Personally, i think Headliner Scarlett is the winner this set. She's a very good hit pretty much any time-- you're always gonna get a minimum of 4 free damage when she sticks, and if you play her early you get some pretty strong card advantage, which turns into very very strong card advantage in both Rocco and Prosper. if you pull her late, she can win you the game straight up by allowing you to swing out uninhibited-- though i can't speak for Prosper players, this will pretty much always be at minimum a knock out if you pull it lategame in Rocco. definitely making room for her in my decklist.

anyway thats just some cards i liked from the weird product thats coming out :3 i was and still am iffy on purchasing the product and expect the cards to be a little too expensive but as far as designs go they're pretty cool and im very happy that they exist! um sqrrk <3

[blood-injections]

I'm like in the Horrors right now (very mild head cold caught from my cousin lol) pleeease talk funkobra to me I wanna talk about them 🥺

Oh no not the horrors,, hope you feel better soon <3

Yeyeys funkobra ive been having thoughts today but then again i am every day theyre always on my mind honesty its a problem. They're best friends they're sometimes gay for each other they're rivals they're partners in crime they're complete fucking idiots. Ghouls kinda got a pathetic crush crazy puppy love sorta thing going on for kobra half the time and the other half just wants to fight him but just in that unbridled energy sort of way and like he has so much he needs to move he needs to fight he needs to be grounded by the physicality and pain. Also he just doesn't know any other way to show affection but figures fighting should work cause its kinda their thing. Hes like. This is flirting right? There's deeper stuff too yknow but that's the gist of it.

Meanwhile Kobra loves Ghoul as much as he hates him yknow but also its literally like that for everyone with him but where like with poison where its like i hate you with every inch of my being but i love you id die for you i could never leave your side with ghoul its like. You're cute i wanna bash your face in. Or youre annoying you fucking piss me off but youve also kind of become my best friend? And i still want to fight you and hurt you when you piss me off but youre part of the crew now and we've fought together and that means you're not alowed to die. Like unless its by my hands. Thats kinda the sum of what they are 2 me. Like where poison and kobra could never Actually kill eachother with ghoul and kobra honestly. theres a chance. And they kiss somtimes. Its a good thing they arent immortal or something because they'd literally be killing each other(mostly for fun) every five minutes.

Then theres the whole they both just like to fight for reasons and Tism and whatever so they fight eachother because it works and its safer than any other methods of getting thay shit out of their system because most of the time they know when to stop to not serously hurt the other like one of the could get if the just went and started a fight with someone or something.

They're so fucking stupid and it is very important to me that everyone knows. They're idiots. Neither of them understand social cues ghoul has no boundaries kobra is brutally honest and has anger issues they should not be allowed near people and their stupidity will bounce off of each other they actively make each other dumber they'll rile each other up and dare each other to do stupid shit left and right and they both have no reason to but theyll accept those dares regarless of danger or lameness or anything. "Hey go stand in that corner and stare at the wall for a hour." "Okay" or "hey drive your bike off that cliff" "bet"

They steal shit, they're both banned from tommy chow meins for life, they wont steal from dr d because they have too much respect for him but he watches them like a hawk so they dont break something because theyre buffons and will elbow and trip eachother out of the blue and they have indeed broken radio equipment before from both just tripping but also tumbling into it and proceeding to have a wrestling match on his floor. They're annoying they're the only ones that can stand each other and they're even more annoying together, the zones hate them. They're best friends they're soulmates in a way they're an argument away from losing control in a fight and actually killing each other but also if anything happened to one of them the other would fucking tear apart the desert piece by piece, set battery city on fire, or go on a rampage and not stop even to sleep until they get revenge or fix it.

[geometricalien]

Romance Snippet Game!

I've been tagged by @ultfreakme a long ass time ago but I'm finally getting around to this. I've got 3 current wips to draw from but they are all the same ship so I'll just throw them all here anyways!

rules: share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your wip

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts - (android/technician)

There must be some invisible field that Akashi is able to tap into, something of pure energy that connects to the electricity and internet and- and who knows what else- that makes him the epicenter and able to to control everything with a single synapse in their neural network… Kouki has never heard of such a thing, let alone any theory that alludes to this. It’s… it’s amazing, world altering tech. He feels like a man first encountering fire.

He harshly swallows down the wonder choking him. “Oh.”

Akashi’s eyes stop sparking and the technology returns to normal with the suddenness of gravity being turned back on. The apartment feels much smaller and cramped than before. It’s drab. He hates it.

εὐήλιος - (greek wip act 2)

(theres so many scrapped snippets that fit this, I'll share some of my favorites)

(this is from before I decided to switch povs)

He turns to Kouki, standing on his right as always. His love looked similarly distressed based on his clenched jaw and his fidgeting fingers.

And then there is the other problem with leaving.

He would be discarding his fate. Throwing away the stars and the moon. Abandoning all that he believed in, all that pulled him through life. His name was to be etched into history.

Could he forget what the gods had promised him?

They already blessed him with Kouki. They were entwined in the stars long before either was born. Seijuurou would be spitting on his fate, on the wondrous gift he is.

The man is the best part of his life. -----

“Good.” He purrs, lifting their hands to his mouth and presses light kisses into Kouki’s hand, each a promise of devotion.

Approval from Seijuurou always made him a tad dizzy which only increased when his sly mouth drew in a finger. The enveloping wet heat did nothing to stop the haze his mind easily slipped into. After all, Seijuurou is excellent with his tongue in more ways than one.

“You’ve gotten quite skilled at th-that.” His voice breaks at the sharp suck pulling him deeper into the cavernous warmth.

Seijuurou is unhurried as if they have all the time in the world. Every curl is an act of worship, and he would be worried about the obvious impiety Seijuurou is displaying if it didn’t feel so damn good. He knows what it feels like to have those pink lips wrapped around his length. To have songs of praise bitten into his skin. Seijuurou has loved him softly, roughly, frantically, savoring- in every conceivable way he has been worshiped. -----

He takes hold of Kouki’s hand and draws patterns into his palm. The little soothing action helps ground Kouki when he feels particularly anxious, and a little part of him thinks it helps calm Seijuurou too. As well as being practical it is endlessly endearing to Kouki. When he focuses on the shapes traced he often pieces the phrase “I love you” written over and over. How many times has he borne that phrase into his skin? Has it seeped into the muscle and bone?

trust me, trust me, darling dear - (horror oneshot)

As a child he had a favorite blanket. Blue and the softest material you’d ever feel, made of wishes and dreams. He thinks it was a gift from a relative, maybe his grandmother? He’s not sure. It has been by his side since he can remember. In stormy shadow filled nights and the first thing he stuffed in his backpack for preschool. A comfort object, that’s what they called it.

And he remembers how much he wailed when his mother took the worn, ragged blanket from his thin child arms when it needed to be washed. How he clung to the long spider-like strings digging into his tender skin leaving angry red and white marks.

His mother would scold him as he sat in front of the washer, waiting. “You have to be more careful or soon there will be nothing left of it.”

Listening to the wet slosh of soapy water he never understood why loving something made it break, made it fall apart at the seams. After all, his mother’s love and gentle kiss could heal any pain. What made his so… rotten?

Standing now infront of his mirror, feeling the phantom shadow arms reach for him- around him- pulling him into the inky black mass reflected in the mirror- being grabbed by the force before him, pushed beneath their will and his grasp on reality slips away- Kouki finally understands what she meant.

I got terminal akafuri brainrot but we knew this :3

[thelivingmemegod]

What are your thoughts on Rainbow High series 2?

Alright Day 2 of working my way through all these asks!

Under the cut!

Amaya Raine!

I personally tend to like Amaya dolls when her hair is mostly white but I don’t hate the blue dominance! Matches nicely with the blue sparkly cut crease eye look. What I’m not super fond of, is the shirt under the dress look- it’s really just personal preference. Theres nothing exactly wrong with it design wise, I just don’t love it.

And again, I know the socks and sandals make the shoes easy to swap between dolls but. MAN JUST MAKE BOOTS

Outfit two I love! Only thing I really mind is the hoodie and the cheer shirt being separate, I wish it was just one piece. I don’t hate the socks and heels here, mostly because they’re one color and I can pretend the shoes are close toed boots

Krystal Bailey!

I’m sorry queen: your hair is a downgrade from Junior high.

But I LOVE her jacket, love the rhinestone buttons, love the sorta button on sleeves, love the lace ups but I wish they were clipped and singed. Just accessories. The zipper skirt…I’d probably like it more if it was asymmetrical but it’s cool! Her shoes I don’t mind at all cuz they DONT PUT HER IN SOCKS TOO I rest my case.

Her second outfit is FULL 👏 BANGERS 👏

Jacket? Beautiful, wonderful, awesome. Her ripped Zipper jeans? Amazing, gorgeous, awesome and I’d take those pants happily. I love the addition of fishnets under them too.

Probably my favorite thing is her shoes because the upper part of them clip over the jeans and make the top of the shoes, look like cuffs on the jeans!!!

River Kendall!

Thiiissss is a downgrade. Go get tips from your 7th grade self honey.

Karma Nichols!

Her first outfit. We. Aren’t gonna talk about it.

Second outfit though is fire. Love that green zip skirt (kinda what I’d wanna give Krystal tbh), her see-through jean jacket is super cool. The heels are funky and cool. I’m choosing to think the Rainbow top she’s wearing is a play on a white cropped Gucci top.

Stella Monroe!

SHE LEARNED SOME CONTRAST MY GIRL!

Her hair, her fluffy ass jacket and her cutout pattern skirt are all soooo cunty. Wish her socks were opaque though. Shoes are cool.

Her second outfit is…here. I’d prefer if the two peice was a top and shorts with a translucent skirt on the shorts. I’d just delete the weird mesh top- the shoes are here, not bad not good. Significantly less cunty

Bella Parker!

THIS BARBIE IS CHER HOROWITZ MEETS ELLE WOODS. ITS LITERALLY JUST THAT AND SHES SLAYING IT.

Second outfit is adorable, I love the tights and heels, I love the dress, love the moto jacket. I want her to be a biker girly and she and Ruby might be girlfriends.

[emi1y]

hi whatss your favorite 3OH!3 song/album ^__^ i like them also ..

WOOOOOOO okay. okay this is such a bottle of worms wait that's. what's the saying. can of worms i meant. REAL ANSWER TIMEthe album im most attached to is their self titled album❤️❤️ i got a copy of the cd from ebay and its my most prized posession in the whole world. but the album that I like the most bc of the actual music is night sports. all bangers no skips !!!!!!!!!! and also the want album for nostiaglia reasons <3

SONGS!!!! electroshock top favorite everrrr then next favorites are go fuck yourself, love 2012, punkbitch, hologram, mayne on a leash, fire in the heavens, THEN honorary mentions to lights down low (song that nat motte wrote for a different artist but then he and sean recordrd thwir own copy of it) and blow up the moon (the song they did with blues traveler) and hey (the song they did with lil jon) and most importantly the whale rap from chip n dale that technically isn't 3oh3 but nat did all the producing for it and it sounds so much like his other music that its crazy it was one of the pieces he made for other artists. they've both actually written SOOOO much music for so many other artists like. they've composed music for ariana grande and bts and maroon 5 big name artists bc like even if yoy put aside their sillier club music they're both genuinely talented song writers and good at what they do. actually wait i have a playlist.

ALL OF THESE!!!!!!! AND THESE ARE JUST THE FAMOUS ONES. THERES DOZENS MORE!! ITS CRAAAZAYYYY

[tenaciouschronicler]

August 2 and 3 2024 2009

I fear I really will need to put all my posts into a word doc.

Lets work through the lore shall we.

So, back on page 251 when the Kernel divided it 'hatched' upon arrival to The Medium. These Kernels, one light and one dark, upon situating themselves in their respective Orbs activate the Imps present giving them characteristics from the prototyping, in this case harlequin clothing.

Im gonna put the rest under the cut, this post got away from me.

Again working from top to bottom, These Orbs are situated upon one of Four Spires which make up the throne of either sides Sovereign Power; the Dark throne is purple while the Light throne is gold. The first Kernels arrival is the catalyst that starts the 'true game', increasing the board to a 12x12, adding more pieces and actually placing the kings on opposite corners. Light is also always destined to lose. Im curious if each game can only be played by four players or if only the first four are placed in the spires and subsequesnt players dont have any effect on the Sovereign Powers? Could you play with less than four players and how would that game play out?

John and WV both wonder what the point is then if Light always loses and Nanna says that is The Ultimate Riddle they have to solve.

This part made me remember way back on page 82 when the narrator said:

The game presently eluding you is only the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. His coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket.

His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.

At the time I wrote, "Googling Absence gives us "the state of being away from a place or person". So his riddle is a state of being away from others... I feel like the following statement gives more but I cant discern what." Could this be The Ultimate Riddle Nanna is refering to? I still cant tell what the riddle is, maybe after I put all the Lore together I can at least try to add more to this. (After stepping back and re-reading it I figured out the 'diabolical riddle'; the nature of Absence is transitory and evanescent, here one moment gone the next. Looking for answers only serves to hasten its absence, obscuring itself with more questions.)

For now, John has to climb towards Skia by passing through the gates utilizing the games building funtion to reach. In that way he can save Dad! And what about Earth?

Nanna drops the bombshell that Earth is done for, regardless of how well they do in this game.

Finally done with her duty, Nanna heads off to bake John cookies! For the first time we see her phase through the walls leaving blue goo on the Con Air poster. We didnt see her doing that earlier but maybe theres more goo around the house.

WV is All About them cookies and pushes John to pursue. We learn John hates any and all baked goods "totally abjur[ing] the hell out of that idea."

Roses Pesterchum image is annoyed now, having tried to get Johns attention this whole time and is now trying to use a box to the head.

Unfortunately for her I think this is Johns last straw and hes having a well deserved scream. After everything hes gone through and learned, I think he needs it.

In the meantime and probably against better judgement, theres still a fire raging Rose, shes gonna update the GameFAQ. And apparently get sassed by a dead cat. It's pretty much all his fault you're in this mess in the first place, so he can just button it.

Whatever you say Rose.