#this is a shitpost please do not get angry

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

growing up with a perpetually anxious primary caregiver is such a mindfuck. that shit will rewire your nervous system

[mirrorbxlls]

*bangs fist on table* give me validation, goddammit!

[marciliedonato]

can you believe someone replied to my pmore post like. a quote reblog with a whole ass paragraph in the tags and they used to be a fyeahparamore type page once apparently and now i check my notifs bc i wanted to read her tags again and not only did she delete it she BLOCKED me and then i go on her blog and shes a swift*e like. girl did you not read my fucking post it's literally right there. i said idc for her at all and the post was expressing disappointment in this choice from them and her name was censored.....like, stop the presses: fork found in the kitchen??? girl huh. is reading comprehension not a thing anymore or....

[minhosimthings]

Chocolate Sauce

Synopsis: In which you lick Jake's abs and leave a very angry Jake with hickeys on his stomach

Pairings: Bf!idol!Jake × fem!idol!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, reader licks Jake's abs, oral (f and m), overstimulation, rough sex, mean dom Jake, sub reader, swearing, mention of food, choking, angry sex (meow)

A/N: GUESS WHO DROOLED WHILE WATCHING JAKE DO THE GUILTY CHALLENGE. THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. So blame Jake not me because bitch had to do that shit on my period. I wanna touch those abs so bad it's actually so bad I hate myself. Anyways, enjoy this shitpost y'all peace.

Sim Jaeyun never failed to amaze you. Even as your boyfriend of three years, about whom you knew probably everything about, he always was succesful in pissing you off, or worse, riling you up. And sometimes when both of the phenomenons happened at the same time, it was a time of bliss for Jake.

"What the fuck Jayeun?" You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, on whose thigh you were currently sleeping. He looked handsome as ever, hair all messy and fluffy, with the usual grin imprinted on his face. "What happened baby?" He pouted as you got up from his thigh and sat in front of him. "Please tell me I did not just see you acting like a whore on stage right now on my for you page." Jake turned his head sideways, an adorable thing he did when he was confused, and peeked into your phone. A devilish smirk formed on his face as he saw what was causing your current state of distress. "Oh that?" He mused, leaning back against the bedframe, "Yeah I did the Guilty challenge. Pretty good right? You know, Riki was saying my dancing impro-" "I don't give a fuck about the dancing Sim Jayeun." You cut him off, eyes faltering at the way he was looking at you, "I'm talking about the way you literally just showed your abs to every fucking person in that room."

To say that you were jealous was an understatement. Of course Jake had officially taken a pledge that he would never show his abs to anyone except you. And you remembered that the pledge also included not showing it to engenes.

"Aww." Jake cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your chest, "Is my girl jealous?" Resisting the urge to kiss his strawberry lips, you decided to pick up your phone and scroll through your reels, completely ignoring your boyfriend.

"Come on baby-" Jake smirked, leaning closer to your face, "-you know you can't resist me for more than five minutes." His last words were finished in almost a rough whisper, which knocked you off your wind. "I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me." You finally responded, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. "Order away, princess." Jake cocked his head to the left, smirk ever omnipresent on his stupidly handsome face.

"Let me lick your abs."

You didn't know whether it was out of pure shock, or pure embarrassment that Jake choked on air, but he did and accidentally smacked you in the head. "Jake!" You rubbed the back of your head with your hand. "You wanna do what now?" He spoke in a unusually grave voice, looking at you with bedroom eyes.

"Sim Jayeun I think I said it clear enough." You scoffed, "I want to lick your abs. If you don't wanna do it, that's fine I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the bedframe, getting back to your phone. "Alright then." Jake got up swiftly from the bed, and moved out of the room, walking a pace faster than usual. You tried not to think much about it, as you scrolled through the reels again, your fingers distracting you from wherever Jake was, until you heard the sound of your fridge bang close.

"Jake what are you doing?" You quizzed as Jake walked in, a bottle held tightly in his hands. He plummeted down next to you on the bed, and leaned in, giving you a tiny peck on the cheek. "Here." He nudged the bottle into your hand, forcing you to drop your phone into your lap, which he immediately took and hid in the bedside drawer. "Jaeyun!" You reached for your phone, trying to climb over him, "Give me my phone back." "Not until you read the label of that bottle baby."

You rolled your eyes and took the bottle in your eyes, peering to read the lable written in big glittery letters. "Chocolate Sauce?" You sniggered, "What the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

"Well I figured-" Jake popped open the cap of the bottle, "-since it's not pancake season and you don't use it for anything, why don't you lick it off of my abs?"

Your eyes widened at Jake, as he leaned back further, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. For perhaps the first time in the entire evening, you noticed how truly scrumptious Jake looked in messy hair. "Jak-" "oh come on princess." Jake leaned closer to your ear, "I know you want to do it so bad like the slut you are."

His rough voice made your legs shiver. Jake had unbuttoned his shirt already, giving you a full display of his carved chest and abs. You held out a hand to stroke it, but Jake was quick to grab it with his. "Not until you lick them baby." He let go of your hand, "Are you scared princess?"

You meekly shook your head, and removed your shirt faster than Jake could blink an eyes. He slid a hand behind to your back, fingers searching to unclasp your bra. "Or should we leave it on?" Jake removed his hand from scratching your upper back, "I wanna see those nice tits bounce around in that cute little fabric which isn't hiding shit by the way." He leaned over to kiss your cheek again, "You could have asked for something new you know. Would have loved to buy you something in pink."

You took the open Hershey's bottle in your hand, and took a deep breath before turning it upside down and letting the gooey liquid come out, drizzling over Jake's abs. Jake let out a wince as it touched his skin, probably from the cold temp of the sauce. Anything for his princess though, he thought, enduring the cold grip.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" You spoke, uncertainty grazing your tone, "Maybe I should get-" "shh princess." Jake cooed at you, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "Just lick them nothing hurts." His strict tone made you falter again, as you licked your lips, leaning over his body as he settled himself in the bed.

You moved towards his abs, taking in how beautiful they looked under the brown sauce. Lowering your tongue to them, you glanced up at Jake. His eyes were closed, and his eyelids were barely moving. As dead as a fish, you thought.

"Ooh princess-" Jake let out a moan, as your tongue touched his abs. You didn't know if it was the fact that the it was probably expired, or the fact that you were licking it off of Jake's belly, but man did the sauce taste good. You really didn't have a taste for sweet things, preferring your coffee bitter and your waffles without honey. But oh god, did sugar taste good when you were licking it off of Jake's belly, your tongue dying to have a taste of his cock.

"Mm-babe-ah fuck." Jake moaned, his voice grasping for more as he traced your hair with his fingers, unconsciously gripping them harder. Your tongue moved swiftly across the board of Jake's tummy, your fingers digging into the sides of his abdomen, desperately searching for more. You could feel the bulge in Jake's pants, rubbing against your belly as you leaned further in, mouth almost begging to have a taste of your favourite poison A thin line of sweat decorated your brow, as you closed your eyes, sinking into Jake's muttered words. "Mine. All mine." He mumbled in between sweet moans. Drunk on the feathery touch of your tongue on his skin, as it moved slowly, licking up all the sticky sweet substance, he didn't even notice that he was pressing your head further and further down. "J-Jake." "Shut up and go suck my cock right now." He commanded, making you whimper as you wiped off the chocolate from your mouth. You had never seen Jake like this before, eyes akin to a wolf filled with desperate hunger.

You quickly unbuttoned Jake's pants, hands fumbling as you did, while he looked on at your figure, all trembling. He loved seeing you like this, like a lamb going off to the slaughter house. It heightened his ego greatly, seeing his princess be so obedient towards him.

You pull his jeans down and mouth at his clothed dick. You began to suck the tip and run your tongue over the slit. You loved the taste of him in your mouth. He was heavy and warm. "Fuck your mouth feels so good." Jake moaned out, his hand resting on the top of your head. You take more into your mouth and you deep throat him. He touched the back of your throat before you looked at him to start fucking your face. He pulls out before slamming back in. He does this a few times as you sputter around him. You weren't expecting him to be so hard to take as he fucked your throat. He moved against your mouth as you sucked him for everything he had. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. He pressed deeper in your throat as you gripped his thighs in hopes of him letting up.

"Fucking hell, you are such a slut." Jake chuckles as he pulls out, to see your mouth coated in his cum. "Just for you." You pant, wiping your mouth with the towel Jake handed you. "Hmm" Jake groaned, moving slightly to make space for you to rest in his arms. "...'m love you princess." He mumbled as you drifted off into sleep.

"L/N Y/N you are in big trouble." Jake's puppy eyes appeared on the screen of your phone, as you picked up the call. "You know usually people greet their partners with a 'hey babe' or a 'i love you till death'." You giggled, moving on with your laundry. Thank god it was the holidays and your members weren't there to annoy you about Jake, you thought as you slammed the washing machine door close and returned to your boyfriend's angry face. "Y/N I swear to God-" Jake sighed, plopping into a chair, "Do you know how much my stylist scolded me today? And do you wanna know the reason why?" Although you already knew what was going to come out of Jake's mouth, you decided to play innocent, wanting to make him more angry. You did always love when he was angry.

"Why baby?" You pouted, widening your eyes and setting your phone down on the table, at a mischievous angle. "You know why princess." Jake's angry tone came through again, "For all the marks you left on my stomach yesterday? They wanted to put me in a crop top today like all the members but instead, because of you, I had to stay in a fucking jacket." "Hmm" you shrugged your shoulders, "sad." You spoke, before cutting the call abruptly. You giggled in response to nobody's joke as you hopped off of the kitchen counter and opened up the fridge to find something to eat, waiting eagerly for Jake to get back home.

Anger was an emotion which was a rarity for Jake. Even when he did get angry, it would usually be playful anger, with Niki or Jay. But somehow you managed to piss him off to his guts, and as he rode in the car, with Sunghoon side eyeing his furrowed face, he thought of all the ways he could punish you as soon as he got home and layed his hands on your body.

"Ah fuck it." You curse as you burn your toast, having left it on the stove for too long. You had wasted a lot of time admiring yourself in front of the mirror, tracing your eyes over the pretty bra you wore, one of Jake's favourites. And now, as you silently waited for your boyfriend to come home, fumbling with the straps of your bra, you wondered what he was going to do to you.

The keyhole clicked twice at the sound of a key being pushed in. You barely had time to get any words out of your mouth as Jake can stomping in, a dark expression clouding his face. There was little time to brace yourself for Jake's next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

“You love when I make you feel good, don’t you baby? Who’s my good girl?” And that’s what did it for you, your eyes rolled back and you tightened around his fingers, but Jake wasn’t taking just that response this evening. He put his fingers in your mouth, and he asked again with raised eyebrows, “What was that? Who’s my good girl?” His fingers lingered down to your throat, applying just enough pressure so that you could still talk. “Yours, only yours” you replied. He nibbled your ear, smirk still prevalent on his face. He whispered in your ear once more,

Jake grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as he juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy. The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Jake's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

He moves the two of you to the couch and putting you on your hands and knees before pulling your pants down. He played with your thong before pulling them off too. His tongue goes straight into your little hole which causes you to scream. He tongue fucks you for a little bit before moving up to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth which has you pushing back on his mouth. Jake continues until you are almost there but he stops.

"No-Jake." You whine, jutting out your bottom lip. "You don't get to fucking cum until I say so, got it?" Jake growls, making you whimper and sink into the couch.

He presses his cock to your hole and presses inside. The stretch felt like it would never end. As he pressed in, you felt full already and he was not even half way in. You moan as Jake whispers about you being his whore and that he isn't going to let you go. He keeps fucking up into you with fever and the only thing you could do was to take it. You had no choice with how good he was fucking you.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, totally entranced by the way your pussy warped with his size, swallowing his cock into your soft walls. He bucked his hips on instinct and struck you deeper. You cried softly against your hand, trying to quiet yourself when the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

With another set of thrusts you became undone around him, clenching down onto Jake's cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm flowed through you. Jake hissed through his teeth at the warm, fluttering sensation, satisfied at your soft moans falling out of your slacked mouth.

"Attagirl, just keep goin'," Jake said sweetly, pulling and pushing your hips in the same rhythm as before. The overstimulation took you over and left you whimpering, sending soft pleas of slow down, it's too much, to your boyfriend.

Your sweet pussy clenched around him and he rubbed your clit as he bounced you up and down on his dick. You got closer and closer before you climaxed. It felt as if you were drowning. You could only scream as Sam doubled his efforts and you orgasmed again. "Jake please-I"

"One more princess, just one more," he says before thrusting harder. He thrusts one last time before spilling into you. His orgasm triggered yours and you squirted a lot onto his lap. He looked down and smiled at his achievement.

"You look so fucking hot right now," He said as he kissed your neck again. "Jake, I don't think I can go another round." "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you can." He said before circling your clit.

You arch your back as his fingers slip inside of you, along side his dick. He pulled out but left his fingers in. He played with the cum inside as he fucked you with his fingers. He wanted you to cum one last time. It didn't take long before you did and almost fainted in his arms.

Jake swooped you up carefully in his arms, and carried you to the bedroom, where he cleaned you up with a towel, before settling in beside you. You crawled upto him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stroking his abs, as you listened to his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry about the hickeys." You mumbled into his chest, too ashamed to show your face. Jake smiled warmly and stroked your hair, a complete contrast to what he was minutes ago. "it's alright." He kissed the top of your forehead, "Let's not pretend like I never gave you hickeys right before your Inkigayo stages." You chuckled weakly to his words, and buried yourself under the blankets, with the taste of chocolate forever lingering in your mouth.

[cleolinda]

I'm gonna admit that I got on Twitter like a big ol' dramatic dork last night and said, knowing full well that Elon Musk was doing exactly this, "If he changes the name to X, I'm out, I can't do this anymore."

Not because "X" is doofy and a terrible branding move, although it is, but because he wants to do THIS shit. Yeah, no, I am not hanging around for your global interactivity "everything app" bullshit. You want me to fucking BANK with you? YOU? You just lost about $30B running a platform into the GROUND by FIRING EVERYONE and doing whatever damn thing popped into your head between shitposts? Are you HIGH? I cannot hang around for this "tech king of the world, 420 blaze it lmao" bullshit. I could not stay at my beloved Livejournal after SUP said all the users would be subject to Russian law in 2017. I know The Moment when I see it. I can't do this.

I admit, I might go back every few months and say "Hey, I posted XYZ on any platform but this, please leave this godforsaken place," and I don't want to delete my accounts. I've been on Twitter since 2008, and I have a ton of livetweet threads (on my main and also on an alt for that purpose. Remember that time I livetweeted the Twilight gender-change book? That glorious trainwreck?). I've saved some of them via Thread Reader PDF downloads, but there are still more to get. I don't want to utterly destroy book and TV discussion we did over there.

I haven't used Twitter regularly since maybe 2016 (about the time the post-Gamergate alt-right really moved in), but the conversation and community, decentralized though it was, before that--we're going to lose the last vestiges of that, the way everyone on Reddit was upset about losing the collective knowledge over there. And I'm so fucking angry about it. I'm so angry. I immediately came back here the week he took over last year because I knew, I KNEW, somehow that Twitter would be destroyed. I just thought it would burn down in a smoking heap of rubble, not turned into a shambling tech zombie under a different name. I just. I can't do this anymore.

Also, shut the fuck up, Linda Yaccarino. Just because you can put Elon Musk's nonsense into coherent verbiage doesn't mean "a global social media/marketplace/banking system/walled garden that's basically X-Treme AOL" isn't a fucking nightmare. I hope the EU bans the fuck out of you both. See you in bankruptcy court.

[wilwheaton]

Nice takedown of the richest person on earth. You put a fine point on it and it looks like there’s a ton of admiration for getting visibility to what so many of us are thinking. Well put and well received. Thank you.

You know what's really interesting is the tiny number of people who are attacking and harassing me are either typical right wing idiots who all spew the same garbage from behind their wraparound sunglasses, or these weird nerds who are DESPERATE to justify how toxic and cruel and destructive Elon Musk is.

Like, nerds, listen to Old Man Wheaton, please. Don't hitch your wagon to Elon Musk. There are countless people who are amazing and genuinely good, who do all the things we wish we could do. Stop defending this piece of shit who would push you into a volcano without even learning your name, if it would save him half a second on his way to his next shitpost on $8Chan (formerly known as Twitter).

He doesn't stand up to anyone. He doesn't stand up FOR anyone. He is not your champion. He's angry and chaotic and destructive, and you have to understand that the scorpion doesn't care who it stings.

[sidglorious]

TIGERTOK AU MASTERPOST

ok so I was tired of Reblog the same post again and again so since this is something I really enjoy to do : a master post for Tigertok AU and then everything will be posted with the tags #TigerTok or #TigerStar TikTok AU

SO, to resume

As he was going to recrute bloodclan cats, TigerStar is spotted in the street by a cat lady from tiktok. She saw this beautiful maine coon covered in scars and decided to capture him and give him a lot of love in order to gain his trust and heal his injuries. She named him Cookie & has other rescued cats. Tigerstar spend entire days attacking her with all his inner rage but you can't beat tiktok cat ladies this easy you know ?? like she is a professional cat behaviorist or something this kind so she has all the world resilience in her blood and the more he hisses at her the more she loves him and wanna take care of him.

she puts him ridiculous outfits with things like "mister angry furball" written on it and he's becoming a trend on tiktok as she's narrating her journey to gain the trust of her old rescued maine coon

firestar once find out about his worst ennemy fate and it's just became his therapy to come with graystripe & cloudtail in the bushes in front of Tigerstar / cookie home just to make fun of him

Tigerstar is the same vile, violent, bloodthirsty cat we all know but now behind everyone of his criminal acts there is a lady filming him to put him on tiktok.

After eventually getting neutered he gave up his forest life because he couldn't imagine going back to his clan without his balls I guess. he now spend his days grumbling alone in the border of his catio (because, of course, the cat lady has a catio).

I wanted to state that y'all here are so funny, it fuels my shitpost machine so thank you and please take part of the au y'all have so funnies ideas lmao

some doodle - cw scars, blood and suicide joke

[behindthesoul]

Forgotten Child - Ch. 2 (SMUT)

Shang Tsung x Reader

Masterlist || Previous Part || Next Part

Characters - Shang Tsung, you

Summary - Shang realizes he’s more in love with you than he thought.

Word Count - 1149

Warnings - smut (18+ pretty pleaseee), oral sex, reader’s genitalia isn’t specified, Shang is a liar, he hates you and himself, not proofread hehehe

Tags - @mortal-kombat-shitposts

Shang Tsung never anticipated becoming so deeply attached to you. His initial mission was straightforward: earn your trust, gather necessary information, and depart. However, he found himself caught off guard by the way your eyes brightened whenever he entered a room, by the comfort of your embrace after a long day, and by the simple, genuine way you treated him – like a normal person. These unexpected displays of affection and warmth drove him to the brink of insanity.

He snuck into your room late one night, craving your touch. You responded by laying him on your bed and placing kisses on his neck. Shang tenses, he was in his laboratory all day. You’d scream in terror if you saw what went on there.

“I apologize, it was not my intention to make you uncomfortable,” you say after you quickly pull away from him, misreading his tension. “I will stop-”

“No, continue,” he interrupts. Shang forces his body to relax before speaking again. “Please.”

You nod before attacking his neck again, he closes his eyes and memorizes the feeling of your lips on his neck. Soft, slightly chapped lips sucking his skin and leaving marks he’d have to cover before he left in the morning. Shang thinks back to his life just months prior; staring in the mirror at bruises given to him by angry townsfolk. Each scar and bruise handed to him in the past was replaced by your loving marks.

“May I continue?” you ask, pulling Shang back into reality. He never noticed your hand dancing around his crotch. He stiffens under you and nods. But it’s not enough.

“Say it. Let me hear your voice.”

You receive an impatient huff before getting a response. “Yes, continue.”

You hum before you remove his clothes and carefully place them on the floor. Shang doesn’t know what to do with himself when you pause and admire his body. Your eyes hold such tenderness; never had he imagined someone would regard him in such a way. Still, he refuses to wait a minute longer. He grabs your hand and wraps it around the place he needs you most, shuddering as he feels your grip tighten.

You laugh before quickly removing your hand. You spit in your palm, briefly wishing you had a better lubricant, before wrapping it around him again. You experiment with different rhythms until you find the one that made his legs twitch and hands tremble. He bites his lip to prevent moans and gasps from escaping his mouth. You assume he's ensuring no one overhears, yet he's desperate to prevent you from gaining complete control, to stop you from shattering the final barrier guarding his locked-away heart.

It’s almost disgusting how he’s responding to your touch. Blown pupils, disheveled hair, throbbing chest, and a blush decorating his pale skin; It's a striking, almost comical difference from his usual poised and collected demeanor.

He damn near died when you took him in your mouth.

He was already inching toward bliss, but you just had to go ahead and push him closer to the edge. Shang blames his sensitivity on the fact he hasn’t had sex in years, choosing to ignore the part of his brain that reminds him of the night you two shared last week. He finally whimpers when your tongue drags across the crying tip, lapping at the sticky pre-cum. Gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes, he's relieved that your mouth is occupied, well aware that you would likely jest about finally coaxing a sound out of him. Shang feels dizzy as his body burns, signaling his body’s eventual betrayal. With one last swipe over the tip of his dick, he cums with a soft groan, spilling into your mouth. His body jerks with aftershocks and he weakly pushes you off when the pleasure turns into over-sensitivity.

You look down at him and swallow his cum. “Beautifully done, sorcerer,” you say. He huffs in amusement while he catches his breath.

“I think it was you who did the hard work.”

“Hm, I disagree,” you tease. You’re sick, just sick. You just attempted murder and you have the nerve to smile down at him.

Shang manages to catch his breath and decides to be a gentleman. He rolls over and pins you under him, feeling a little irritated when he realizes you’re still fully clothed. Your robes are quickly torn off, different to the way you gently undressed him.

The night is starting to grow tired of keeping you hidden and tells you to hurry by encouraging the sun to rise. Shang groans, annoyed; he won’t be able to take his time with you like he wants. He throws your legs over his shoulder and replicates your earlier movements with his tongue. Swirling, flicking, anything that will make your body give out the way his did - which it does. You’re much more willing to be vulnerable than your lover. You melt into his tongue and allow a string of expletives and moans to escape your mouth. Shang hums when you whine his name and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands massage your thighs, addicted to the way they tremble.

The birds singing outside signal the end of your moment together, a final warning to you and Shang. He rolls his eyes but encourages you to cum. Your hands find purchase in the bed sheets while your stomach tightens. You cry out with the birds, releasing into his mouth and on the bed sheets. Panting, you squeeze Shang’s hand. He lays down next to you and stares into your eyes.

“When will I be able to tell Outworld you’ve captured my heart?” Shang feels slightly empty when you avert your gaze. He wants to laugh at you suddenly feeling shy when you were choking on his dick just moments earlier.

“Soon, my darling,” he lies, “you can be patient for a little while longer.”

“Well, will you at least give me the pleasure of a nice breakfast? I’ll tell the servants I am not well, and we’ll eat in here.”

“I am afraid not. I must meet with the Empress on important matters.” He almost regrets lying when your face falls. Shang is to assist Quan Chi with setting up the soul stealers. You get out of bed and quickly put your robes back on; he does the same.

“Be in the gardens after dark,” he blurts out. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until your eyes light up. You nod, before opening your window so he could leave.

“Yes! I will be there!”

With a final nod, Shang gracefully takes his leave from your room. Internally, a torrent of self-directed expletives courses through his thoughts. He berates himself for the hasty commitment he made to meet with you, regretting the words that slipped from his lips so easily.

God, he misses you already.

[sapphicdib]

Your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?

(ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ)

SO THIS IS MY INV VS SAINT AU!! It started as a shitpost and uh. Spiralled. Out of control. And now it’s genuine lol.

Enot and Saint are basically mortal enemies, and Saint needs to get Enot OUT OF THE CYCLES in order to continue his work, because this damn horny bastard won’t stop hunting him down…for some reason. Isn’t ascension the greatest gift you can bestow upon the creatures suffering in this barren wasteland? At least Saint thinks that. Inv, on the other hand, does not.

Enot stumbles upon Pebbles while passing through the silent construct, trying to find food one day. He takes a liking to this half-dead pink toaster, bringing him scraps of fabric as blankets and lanterns, and the best part…talking to him. Inv, somehow, can talk to iterators. And despite Pebbles’ very limited ability to reply, he does appreciate the company, and slowly the cycles become less agonizing. Pebbles has a friend. However, when Saint finds him, his immediate reaction is to attempt to ascend him—and he is tackled by a very angry slugcat, hissing and spitting at him in defence of its friend.

When Saint attempts to ascend him, he misses, just barely clipping Enot’s tail and glitching him half-out of reality. He then realizes, to his horror, that his karma seems to be draining. Whatever the hell this thing is, it’s dangerous, and Saint retreats to restore his karma (and heal some of the nasty wounds Enot gave him).

Inv turns back to see Pebbles, staring at him in pure fear, before he simply whispers out a “Thank…you…”. And that’s when Inv makes it his mission to save Pebbles (and everyone else) from Saint.

This leads to Inv running around the map, hot on Saint’s heels, trying to get any and all the iterators to figure out a way to get off their damn strings and LIVE again! Most of them are collapsed or semi-collapsed, so it’ll be an uphill battle, but when a glitchy, teleporting slugcat with the ability to speak tells you to do something…you’d be kinda inclined to do it.

Anyways the reason Enot can’t be ascended is because he is happy to give in to every single one of the great taboos. Wrath, Lust, Friendship, Gluttony, and Self Preservation. He revels in them. And if he can help the others experience them, and become happy with living again, they’ll be immune too! Also he is ridiculously OP to the point of him basically just having DevTools active because I think it’s Funny. He can glitch-teleport and drains the karma of beings around him. He also talks super casually and I think it’s funny.

A little bit of their dynamic hehe:

“Hey, pal!”

“I would like you to stop calling me that, please. You may call me the Saint.”

“Ahah. Not happening.”

“You are incredibly disrespectful.”

“Hey man, I’m not the one calling myself a saint but then running around killing shit and acting like it’s a good thing.”

“You use such vulgar words. I ascend beings, freeing them from the torment of these endless cycles. It is my purpose.”

“Even the ones who don’t want to go? Bro, you don’t even ask. The last robot you almost merked was screaming “no wait” at you, and you still think you’re in the right here? You’re not some kind of righteous saint, that’s called being a fuckin’ serial killer.”

“You do not understand what you are talking about!”

“Whoa, buddy! Are you gettin’ mad? Ain’t that…a lil taboo? PFFT look at your face!”

“I am not tolerating this any longer. Goodbye.”

That’s all I can think of rn! Send asks if you like!

[lostuntothisworld]

Spaghetti theory time:

The "Luka lying to Ladybug about her secret identity after he was so fired up in Truth only to lie to her in Wishmaker" salt has died down for the most part, but I would like to bring it back up.

I'm gonna do you all a favor and copypasta the transcript below, because I know nobody is going to rewatch the episode.

Marinette: I'm sorry about earlier. There were mosquitoes on the boat, I thought we needed some insect repellent but the drug store was closed so I had to- Luka: Shh, listen, the song of the water. If you listen carefully at this very spot under the bridge, you'll hear a melody. (They listen to the river and smile at each other.) You know, I never knew my father and my mom would never bring herself to tell me. So when I just couldn't deal with it all, I would take refuge here and the melody of the water would console me. What about you, Marinette? Where do you go when you disappear? Marinette: Uh- Luka: You tell me, I'll accept it. If you're still in love with Adrien, I'll understand. I won't be jealous you know. Marinette: That's not it, not at all. Luka: Whatever it is, I just want it to be the honest truth. Marinette: The truth, Luka… is the only thing I can't tell you.

Then we get shocked Luka. He get's akumatized/amokized, and the scene continues:

Shadow Moth: Truth, I am Shadow Moth. I'm giving you the power to force people to tell you their most sacred secrets. Luka: (struggling against it) Truth needs to be shared, not taken by force, Shadow Moth! Marinette: (shocked what he just said) Uh! Shadow Moth? No! Luka, please resist, I am so sorry! Shadow Moth: Why should you resist when she doesn't trust you? Luka: Marinette does trust me! Marinette: I do! Of course I do! Shadow Moth: If she trusted you, then she would tell you the truth! (Upon hearing this, Luka becomes shocked, so he kneels.) Accept my power and you will know everything. And all I ask of you in return is to expose Ladybug and Cat Noir's little secrets. Luka: (succumbing) Run, Marinette! 

...

Luka does NOT want to force the truth out of Marinette. He tells her to run! And it's very much implied it triggered a traumatic past when his mother wouldn't tell him who his father was. What if his mom used the exact phrasing of "The truth is the one thing I can't tell you," when things got bad? If there's one thing Miraculous is good at is shocking the audience with traumatic backstories. I have my own theories as to what Luka and Juleka's traumatic backstories are... And are we really going to victim blame Luka for not being able to resist, especially when resisting Gabemoth and breaking akumatization was not actually known to be something that can be done at this point? Onto Wishmaker:

Lots of people are upset that Luka lied to Marinette at the end of Wishmaker with regards to hers and Chat's secret identities. They want Marinette to be angry with him, and for Luka to face consequences. Lying is supposed to be bad, isn't it? And Luka got akumatized into a villain who was dead set on finding the Truth, and he just lied to her about it. Inexcusable! Which is a valid interpretation if you take it at face value.

Now let's fast forward to Migration, and a little theory I've had since the episode aired: Secret identities and masks are a metaphor for being queer. Let me explain the metaphor in more detail: by rewinding back to Wishmaker and the metaphor presented to us then.

In Wishmaker, child Alec was bullied for his big hair, which he was very proud of. So he shaved it all off to fit in with what society wanted him to be. His akumatized form had a bald cap, and in the end Alec decides to "live his truth," (Astruc's words not mine), and essentially wear a big wig and become a drag queen. Iconic.

Oh yeah, and his nightmare in the season 5 finale was his father shaving off his hair.

Gonna have to link this shitpost here, just for an interesting comparison.

(It's interesting to note that both Griffe Noire and alternate Adrien have partially shaved heads, and should be included closer to the bald end of the chart in the shitpost)

Anyway, it's a bit of an unwritten rule that you don't out another person, even if you know they are queer. You have to wait for them to come to you with this reveal. It's sensitive information, and could potentially be extremely dangerous for the person being outed. A similar parallel to being a superhero with a secret identity.

Using this logic, it's not surprising the animators made Chat surprised when Luka detransformed in front of him in Ephemeral even tho he had a front row seat to Luka in Miracle Queen.

Onto the next scene of interest:

Marinette: If I tell you, things will never be the same between us again. (shakes her head) It'll mess up everything, maybe even destroy it. Alya:(voice breaking) Marinette, I'm your very best friend. Marinette: And I… I'm Ladybug.

I was actually shocked with this scene back the first time I watched it. Yes, the reveal, but also how everything in it is presented. To the dialogue, to Marinette's reasonings and how it'll mess up everything between the girls, and how everything will change and be destroyed, to Alya's oddly somber reaction to finding out her favorite superhero is her best friend, and then the subsequent hug.

It's framed as a coming out scene.

So let's circle back to Luka lying to Ladybug back in Wishmaker, and keeping that secret until Migration. His choices there make a whole lot more sense with a queer lens.

Don't believe me? Remember, Migration (the episode where Luka's lies and secrets are brought to light), is the episode that Luka shoves Adrien in a closet and he falls out of the closet as Chat Noir.

Those bedroom eyes at Luka sure do make a whole lot more sense here.

[somekidnamedkai]

Barking At The First Years

…this is just a random shitpost please don’t take it seriously. I promise I can actually write.

Notes: This is what happens when I’m stuck at work with no internet.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

Warnings: Cringe. I made a furry joke (nothing against furries. i just wanted to make a furry joke)

Ace Trappola

“Two can play that game!”

He will bark back. With more enthusiasm than you. “Bark bark, prefect!”

He’ll never let you live it down now. Every time he sees you he’ll bark at you.

Congratulations, you just got yourself a new dog.

You started it. And he’s never gonna finish it.

So just prepare, every class. To hear a bark, from a certain brat.

Deuce Spade

“Did you just bark at me?!”

Bouta go full delinquent mode on you.

Once you explain the joke he’s a lil flustered.

You think he’s hot? Cool, he’s redder than Riddle when he’s angry.

He definitely accepted the compliment- if it could be considered one?

But was still confused. Why not just say he’s attractive? What advantage does barking have?

Jack Howl

“I didn’t know you spoke my language!”

Will also bark back. But not as a joke like Ace.

He genuinely thought you two were talking in his native language

When you laugh he’s confused. First you were trying have a conversation, now you’re laughing?

When you explain to Jack why you barked he got so embarrassed and red.

And his tail was wagging but he’ll try and deny it even though it’s so obvious

Epel Felmier

“Bark bark bitch!”

Epel definitely barked back. To assert dominance.

He didn’t know what was going on at first, but he was going to win.

He’s the loudest barker. Fight him. He’ll do it.

Once Epel finds out what you two are barking about he goes red.

Ya think he’s handsome?!

Sebek Zigvolt

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, HUMAN?”

Sebek is so confused. Why did you bark? Are you a furry?

When you explain Sebek looks so disappointed in you.

You bark to show someone your attracted to them?

That makes absolutely no sense.

You get a text later from Malleus asking why Sebek barked at him.

[lapinneok]

Hello dishonor the game people! Here's a little concept of mine.

tldr: billie has a mimir in the void and delilah paints her dreams

After the events of KoD, instead of leaving Dunwall Billie goes to meet Delilah for the last time in order to mess some of her plans up to help Daud win some time. Daud didn't ask for it, he doesn't need it, Billie does this out of being purely angry with Delilah (and herself for falling for Delilah’s schemes). It goes bad. Horribly bad.

Rather than killing Billie, Delilah traps her in the void painting, where Billie resides sleeping timelessly. Delilah also gets trapped in there by Daud at the and of the Brigmore witches dlc. Daud doesn't know Billie's in the void with Delilah. Events of dh go unchanged.

under the cut are some sketches & a bit more info <3

Events of dh2 still happen, Delilah gets out of void to overtake the throne, Emily has to flee the tower yada yada yada. The people who are helping her get to Karnaca are Daud and Thomas. 

Daud decides to help Emily because 1) he has already dealt with Delilah once and it bothers him that she's onto her rule-the-world bullshit again 2) their joint search with Thomas ended up in Dunwall in the right time to help an empress so why not okay 3) Emily eventually guilt trips him to helping her anyway.

sooo they set out on a journey

Being it the void with Billie asleep, Delilah projects her artwork onto Billie's dreams. Delilah is bored and angry and will make it everyone else's problem.

Billie's dreams do not reflect her understanding of reality, but Delilah's. People in them are the ideas of whom they actually are, so they act grotesquely unnaturally, some of them share brief character traits with their real versions. 

Some of the whalers, whom Delilah has never seen without a mask, simply don't have a face. The only person she conveys as accurately as she can is Daud (since she had at least seen him in person).

She may make Billie leave peacefully with what she thinks is Deidre, only for the world to crumble around her when she starts asking questions. (this is a reference to THIS FIC please go check it out i think about way more then i should. if it didn't exist this whole thing probably would not too).

To be awoken by Thomas and assume this nightmare has finally ended and then notice a detail that will make everything fall apart, again and again. 

Delilah is always an empress in those dreams. She simply doesn't allow herself to be of less. This helps Billie to identify whether she's sleeping or not when she eventually figures it out. 

She's finally awoken by Daud after 15 years, the only thing she is able to do is to wonder why he grew old, seeing him as being the same for all that time.

that's all for now! thank you for reading

SHITPOSTS START HERE

SHITPOSTS END HERE

thank you for your attention!! much love <3

[aang3ll]

Finally, an intro post

(Please ignore my horrendous handwriting)

You can call me Rain or Angel :))

I use any and all pronouns, as seen above! Things I'll do on this blog

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-Shitpost

-Write requests/Commissions

-Terrorize lees

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My hobbies

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-Writing/Drawing

-Writing lil songs

-Watching COD

-Bullying @xoleevia and @tikalee <3

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Requests

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REQUEST RULES (Requests open)

_________________________________ 1. ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW 2. Sometimes, there may be certain characters that I don't want to write for due to personal reasons, so please be respectful of that 3. You are allowed to request for fandoms that aren't on my fandom list 4. If, for some reason, your request is not fulfilled, please do not deal with this situation by getting angry and spamming my inbox or smth. Instead, simply shoot me a DM, and I will either get onto your request, and/or explain to you why your request wasn't or will not be fulfilled (depends on the request) 5. And lastly, please do not hate on certain requests just because you do not like a character or fandom Also, please note that fics and stuff probably won't be very long, because I have low writing stamina __________________________________________________________

Fandoms ___________ (Noted that I CAN and WILL binge through an entire series or smth just so I can accurately fulfill a request)

-Creepypasta

-Marble Hornets

-Murder Drones

-FNAF

-Call of Duty (Modern Warfare)

-TADC

-Undertale (And most AUs)

-Villaino(u)s

-IT (1900's 1 and 2, as well as 2000's 1 and 2)

-TOH

-South Park (Kids AND Adults)

-BNHA/MHA

-HTF

-DSMP/MCYT

-Gravity Falls

-Superjail

-Death Note

-Beaststars

-Haikyuu!

-Deltarune

-Heathers

-Mean girls

-Beetlejuice

-Little shop of horrors

-Maze runner

-MLP

-Hunger games

-Stranger Things

-Girl, interrupted

-The Black Phone

-TMNT

-Wednesday

-Demon Slayer

-Amanda the Adventurer

-Rainbow Friends

-G.O.B.B (Garten of BanBan)

-Helluva Boss

-Hazbin Hotel

-Nightmare Before Christmas

-Coraline

-Wendall and Wild

-Arcane

-Steven Universe

-BATIM

-Spooky Month

-Sanders Sides

-Handplates (An Undertale AU that was made into a comic, you can watch it on youtube!)

-Countryhumans

-Doors

-Elemental

-Fantastic Mr. Fox

-And if you really want to, you can even request fics about yourself! :) (If you would like the fic to be with another person you know online or IRL, that is also allowed, just please provide proof that you have their permission, please! This can be done through asks or DMs, or even by asking them to post that you have perms!!) _____________________________________ Characters I will absolutely NOT write for _____________________________________ -CC!Dream (I may consider writing C!Dream, but only under VERY specific circumstances.) -Alex (Marble Hornets (We're a system with a Brian alter, who gets triggered by Alex)) -Belos (TOH(Do I even need to explain?)) -Mineta (MHA(^)) -Eric. Fucking. Cartman. -Any lusttale characters -Graves (COD) -Offenderman (Creepypasta) -Henry Bowers + other IT bullies (We also have Richie-) -If you request for QSMP, I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write for Forever. -Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls(Sorry y'all, I love Bill, but he's hard asf to write for with fluffy tickles-)) -FUCKING PENNYWISE THE GODDAMN DANCING CLOWN -CC!Wilbur. However, I will still write for the bursonas. (Ghostbur, Revivedbur, ETC.) ______________________________________________________________ Boundaries ------------- -Fic requests? / Duhh -Art requests? /Most likely not, I can't draw very well -Teases? / Have at it, my friend -NSFW asks/DMs? / No. -DMs from 18+? / No thanks, it's nothing against you guys, I just don't really like talking to adults without other people knowing what's going on, if that makes any sense -Nok-Tkl asks / Ofc! -General DMs / I don't mind, as long as you're under 18 :) -Minor interaction? / Yep! -Over 18 interaction? / Sure, as long as you don't DM! -K1nk/NSFW/Fetish interaction? / No ty ______________________________________________________________ DNI -----

1. Proshippers

2. K!nk + N$FW accounts

3. Zoos + Maps + Nomaps

4. Homophobic + Transphobic + Racist folks

5. LGB without the T. Trans people liTERALLY HELPED FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS IN SUCH BIG WAYS!!!

6. Pseudogenic + Tulpa + Endogenic systems. Need I say more?

7. 1NC3ST SHIPPERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE?

8. Colleen supporters

9. Anyone who isn't against $@ + @buse

10. "Super Straight" folks. Just say you're transphobic lol 11. CC!Wilbur supporters.

----------------------------------------------------------------- All organized tags so far! ----------------------------------------------------------------- #aangel - All of my posts are tagged with this! #nontickles - Anything that isn't t-word related! #aangel writes - All of my fanfictions are tagged with this! #aangell draws - All of my art is tagged with this! #aangell mha - All of my MHA related posts! #aangell creepypasta - All of my creepypasta related posts! #Tika's tag - Anything having to do with @tikalee! #Olivia's tag - Anything to do with @xoleevia! ----------------------------------------------------------------- And, that's it, folks! Have a wonderful day/night!

[firespirited]

everywhere but here, I am the mom.

not the 'mom friend', not fun aunt or godmother, the big sister type you go to when you're at the end of your tether and you need a mom to clean up something nasty, kill a spider, unload on someone who can handle it and not make it about them, help you pull the trigger on a hard decision you've already taken but haven't accepted. I make things happen, I connect people, I do mediation and emotional prep; I tell people their full options and help them weigh it all up. You were pondering it for a while but you left here with a lawyer's appointment and a loan we both know is a 'pay it forward' gift. I carry the secrets and the bad memories so it makes sense you move on without me when all's well. The big sister thing means I feel like family and shelter but not really like an everyday friend

Here, I get to be Saffy, bit of a klutz, silly brained with a childlike wonder for creatures and well-designed things who can talk about fear of crowds, slowly healing the relationship with my own mum, I watch horror and post about my dog. That's who I want to be, a large facet of who I am internally buuut life rarely fits the idea we have of ourselves does it?

Part of repairing the imbalanced relationship with mum was letting her do some protective mothering so i can fill the desperate ache to have one person in the world who has my back, while making my support of her more streamlined and unspoken. You know the concept of the toilet paper fairy who makes loo roll appear and always knows when to buy more, that but for groceries, electronics and paperwork, and big decisions we carry together but it has to be very businesslike and unemotional: she's as much a big sweetheart as she is fiercely independent (and ashamed/angry her daughter had to carry half the load). So now she's the one who notices or who I go to when the world has asked me to be The Mom again.

I imagine it's a lot like gay penguins: there's an ecological vacuum of big sister-mom types and some of us just have the vibes.

This winter I've done a metric ton of non-judgmental, non-condescending temporary 'parenting' of women with parents who are gone or who can't handle it and friends who aren't friends-for-that-kinda-thing. I'm really good at it, at weathering a storm for someone and being an anchor. It doesn't hurt any more because mum can be an emotional mum to me.

but I'm never sure how to talk about it here between dolls and shitposts and if i'm not specific... I mean... "chronically ill/special needs person currently or previously in abusive relationship with parent/partner who takes a while to realize and accept abuse isn't just fists but sleep depravation and symptom minimization and all sorts of tiny things that add up to life-threatening injury to the body and mind" applies to many of us dollblr folks as it does like 80% of my social circle offline.

and there's no way of saying that being around some folks is like experiencing a slow motion train wreck without sounding like an asshole.

I am that asshole.

I am goatsed out and want to be a hermit.

Did I tell you guys my doctor vented for 45 minutes about having to put her "dumbass hysterical" sister (deaf and never put in school) into care and the paperwork involved in getting disability (the thing that took me 14 years and she got her sister's transferred in 3 weeks). and I truly empathize but that wasn't very professional and your sister is a person. please.

and I can't cut M out of my life now that her kid is, as predicted, like her (and the facebook-chosen not-yet-divorced deadbeat-dad of 3 special needs kids), an adorable barely verbal two-year-old. She won't be able to navigate special needs care alone but she's still staunchly anti-vax and had a diatribe of ableism mixed with mystical pseudoscience for me, interspersed with thanks for being more family to her than her sister in helping her know how to leave a bad relationship. hokay not making this easy.

S is going to be on the hook for tax evasion if she stays with the shady useless guy she's been babying (and resenting) for 20 years solely because she doesn't like to do activities alone. three times now I've been cornered for the vent sesh. I am sitting on the floor the next time, I need blood in my brain to emote properly. and that unneutered bulldog living in the south is a crime, it can't breathe it can't think, it's all hormones and anxiety covered in fur, of course it's a nuisance around the house.

and there's more but i'm tired of typing and thinking.

[puckpocketed]

please teach me how to be normal a sport fan 🥹 how are you still positive and cheery when your teams are struggling 🥹

i dont want to alarm u but i think You may be the normal one here ..?. ur talking to THEE hockeyblr outlier. i root for teams that are mortal enemies LOL and as for how i remain cheery… >looks cutely at my 19 wins san jose sharks <3 ahahaha

TL; DR nothing will ever be more important than The Bit. losses come second to having a LAFF. to quote my caked up sharks exwife: FUN MUST BE ALWAYS

breaking character below the cut🦈

more seriously: i think you’re allowed to feel your feelings about sports. i certainly do! it’s not that i never get upset or sad, or even angry. i simply... do not take losses to heart. it truly is NOT that serious to me. i feel those feelings, it hurts for a bit, and then i move on. maybe i think about it a little longer if it was a close game — but it’s not like i could’ve done anything about it.

to be clear, i don’t think the way i engage with this sport is more or less normal, optimal/superior, or even feasible for other people. imo…feel your feelings because being a bit sad about your hockey team losing is natural!!

and i don’t know if i could “teach” anyone, but here are some quick hits about my thought process:

i like to shitpost, i think losses are good material for that. idk. funny > sad

tragedy narratives are delicious, almost better than happy endings (something in me is deeply fascinated by failure — hence, my interest in teams starting when they’re in a deep skid). narratives > sad

i just.. like the game. i like to see good hockey being played, i like to think about smaller things — personal triumphs from my favourite players, funny moments in the game, broader strategy… i also like to focus on the details, micro plays that highlight reels will miss but are endlessly entertaining (to ME) cool hockey > sad

i know that i don’t really know these guys in the end, and as much as i make a fuss over them they’re just some strangers who are really good at a sport.

… if i could get deep and poetic here; i simply have bigger things on my plate. hockey might be a lifelong obsession, but it’s never going to eclipse everything that’s actually real to me. i care more about the kind of work i want to do for my communities, the art i’m making, the stories i want to tell with my writing. the actual life i’m living! a loss is small compared to all that. why linger on it and take it to heart when i could have a little fun?

also also you probably didn’t mean it in a serious way, but i’m gonna take this opportunity to get on my soap box about it: if your sports team losing is seriously affecting your mental health, it is worth taking a step back and examining why. please try to get help. I am very much of the mind that if you are deeply upset to the point of worsening mental health by something like sports/losing in a game, then there may be underlying issues that are influencing your ability to emotionally regulate.

[dongslinger--420]

Hey, kids!

My name's Amelia, I'm 19, and I'm the only bjhm fan on this entire website with good takes! Isn't that shocking!

This blog's content swerves mainly from pretentious think pieces to shitpost comedy to senseless gushing about whatever character I'm thinking about this time, so all in all it's a pretty fun time! Feel free to interact and send asks, because if there's one thing I LOVE, it's rambling about stuff that really doesn't matter in the long run.

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