#this is from a while ago ive been meaning to post it for a bit lol

[spidermanifested]

okay ive got to get this post out before april fools day so everyone knows this is important and serious information. i believe ive solved a mystery that i might have been the only person on earth who ever cared about and im taking you with me on this journey

For the uninitiated (aka people who have never looked at my blog in their whole life). there is this character called bido from fullmetal alchemist. hes greeds friend and goon and he shows up in like 5 chapters. he looks like this

and if youve never seen him before you are going to be baffled to find out that a large percentage of people who even bother remembering him seem to genuinely believe that he is a young child. and this goes beyond your regular fandom infantilization. i have had people comment on my very own posts, telling me "but wait, i thought bido was a kid".

for years i did not know how this misconception was even possible (look at him), let alone get so widespread, but that might be because the chiefest example of it exists... in the scanlation thats up on most "read free manga" websites. Aka; the one most people these days are reading. perhaps this is the mother of all other bido-child-takes. we may not ever know.

but either way, that scanlation team apparently decided at some point in their workflow, that not ONLY was bido a kid, but it made sense to have an ACTUAL kid* (*15-year-old) call him one. which at that point just feels like rubbing salt in the wound like come on

anyway the first time i checked the original dialogue to compare, i didnt know much japanese, but i was still pretty confident there was zero basis for the mistranslation. this scenes official translation makes no reference to bidos age, and aside from the obvious factor of "are you fucking serious just look at him", there was an ACTUAL reference to his age in the japanese dialogue of an earlier chapter; alphonse calls him "ojisan". which... surely the scanlation team would have seen. if they were translating the manga. but i guess it would be easy to forget a chapter you read that long ago if you arent similarly enamored of every detail regarding one of the least present background characters

Still. it seems like such a weird and out of nowhere choice to make and there didnt seem to be any reason for it. even replacing dialogue with lord of the rings quotes has a clear and almost understandable motivation (hubristically riding the coattails of sam and frodos legendary romance). so WHY did they just suddenly up and decide this bald middle aged man was some kind of precocious Crime Baby.

well in the past couple years i have learned a little bit more japanese. & since last night i think i have found the answer.

heres the original dialogue again, and then here it is simplified for one of the official video games.

"ビドーとやらが言ってた事も", aka, "and the stuff we heard bido say".

"言ってた事も", pronounced "いってたことも", aka "itteta koto mo".

Except. if you arent reading too closely, or your image quality sucks, and you mistake the と (to) for a ど (do).

言ってたこども*..............

*translators note: koto mo means "and stuff". kodomo means child.

i cannot stress this enough. the kanji for "koto" is right there on the page. this mistake would only happen if somebody was ONLY looking at the furigana and not even doing a good job of that. how did they get it this wrong. how did nobody second guess it. i know that scanlators are mostly a bunch of hobbyists trying their best and i do not mean to disparage them as a collective. its just , that i think these specific ones should maybe be pelted with an assortment of overripe fruits for a little while, for giving me this hyperspecific grievance to suffer.

At least maybe now that ive solved the riddle the truth will prevail in time. tell your friends, or something

[cherimoyatea]

The LaDs Men healing your inner child...

...they accidentally evoke your insecurities and comfort you.

❧ Part I - Xavier - One bite away...

Pairing: Xavier x You Synopsis: You feel unappreciated because Xavier wasted your cupcakes. Tags: confused xavier almost food poisoning himself, irritated mc, food waste, mentioning of blood (a little), fluff, romance, comfort Word Count: 750 Side Notes: So, this actually turned out a bit longer than originally intended, but my brain kept spilling ideas, so I just went with it (we haven't been close lately, so I take what I can get *coughs*) I had planned to write a draft for all four men and post it in one go, but they ended up being a bit longer, so I decided to create a little series instead and post it as short stories. Deliberately avoided specifying the traumas so that everyone can project their own ideas if they like. I'm still new to writing about LaDs, but I tried to capture each man's personality as best as possible. Starting off with Xavier, since October is his birthday month! 🎉✨ Part II - Rafayel ❧ Part III - Zayne ❧ Part IV Sylus

''Huh? What do you mean by 'I'm leaving?' You just got here.'' Xavier looks at you, confused, as you turn your back on him and head towards the front door. He rubs his sleepy eyes, still unsure of what exactly happened.

You found him sleeping on the sofa in his apartment earlier and used the spare key after ringing the bell in vain. At first, you were touched by how cute and vulnerable your boyfriend looked in his sleep, but your feelings quickly shifted when your gaze fell on his open kitchen counter.

On your way to the hallway, you again, spot the cupcakes you baked for Xavier three days ago. They're still sitting untouched on the counter, and the unrefrigerated buttercream looks anything but fresh by now. You take the plate with the cupcakes and walk over to the trashbin, while a burning feeling of disappointment spreads within you as you press the foot pedal of the bin, opening the lid.

All for nothing.

You spent half the morning preparing a surprise for your boyfriend, and he hasn't even tried your baked goods. The thought that your effort went unappreciated weighs heavily on you, and you just want to leave his apartment as quickly as possible.

''Wait, what's going on here?'' You suddenly hear his voice and startle as he unexpectedly appears behind you, snatching the plate from your hands without you realizing it.

''Everything's fine. Just leave it alone.'' You shake your head, still annoyed by his lack of interest in your baking. ''Cupcakes need to be refrigerated, or they will go bad.'' Your serious stare shifts from the plate in his hands back to Xavier's bewildered face as you sigh with a defeated shrug. ''Guess, I have to throw them away now.''

''Xavier! Have you lost your mind? You could really get sick from that!''

You reach out and try to take the plate from him, but he quickly steps back and pulls it away. ''Nope. They're mine'' he replies with a soft smile, as you watch him set the plate down on the counter and take a moldy piece of pastry. Your eyes widen as he brings it to his mouth to take a bite, and you quickly grab the dessert from his hand and throw it into the trashbin.

He looks genuinely distressed as he stares at your baked goods in the trash and berates himself for his own negligence. ''You really didn’t have to do that, MC... I'm sure they would’ve still been delicious.''

An awkward silence fills the room as you sigh and follow his gaze. ''Why did you even leave them on the counter? You usually finish my food in no time...''

Only then do your eyes catch the small bloodstain at the bottom of his white sweater, and you gasp as you lift the hem. ''Xavier, what the...?!'' Your heart drops as you notice the bandage awkwardly wrapped around his right hip and he quickly pulls his sweater over the injury, attempting to hide the leaking wound, but it's too late— you have already seen it.

And suddenly everything becomes clear: Your beloved didn't eat the cupcakes because he wasn't home. He was completely unaware of the surprise you prepared for him and collapsed on his couch after he got back, drained and exhausted.

''Xav, don't tell me you were on a mission that I didn't know about...''

You say, suddenly feeling so bad for being upset over him just a minute ago.

''And what if I was?''

For a brief moment, Xavier turns away, trying to avoid your concerned expression as he considers whether to be honest with you. But then he lets out a sigh and steps closer, meeting your gaze softly.

Blue, warm eyes study every muscle on your face, trying to read your mind while you hear his soothing voice. ''Sorry for not enjoying your pastries in time. Please don't think that I don't appreciate what you do for me.''

Guilt runs through your veins as you realize that moments earlier, your partner was willing to put his health at risk in order to improve your mood, His selflessness, brings tears to your eyes, and you feel the suffocating sense of worthlessness slowly vanish from your body.

The handsome silver-blonde man softly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm eyes fixed on yours. ''I've fought through every battle just to come back to you, MC. You are seen and cherished—always keep that in mind.''

Thanks for reading!

Cheri 🍒

Updated Nov. 20th:

Added links to the other parts + fixed formatting.

[sadieshairtie]

LET THE WORLD BURN

synopsis, , charles smith, the lone wolf has taken a liking to you. and it's in his nature to protect those he cares for. albeit from afar. his affection rather shown through actions instead of words. things were going well. that was until dutch's grand plan to smooth things over with colm o'driscoll went to shit. leaving you, the sharpshooter, in colm's clutches. the lone wolf had only one priority. to track you down, and save you.

warnings - brief mentions of SA, gun violence, cursing, wounds, kidnapping, trauma, basically just what arthur went through but a wee bit worse, and drinking

content - charles/fem reader, you're both adults, camp takes place at clemens point, charles being protective, bit of mass murder its for good reason, charles fluff, slow burn, requited love (eventually)

hiii so this is my first ever charles fic, or just fic in general that im posting on tumblr!! i really hope it does well. please note this is my first time ever writing like this and actually posting it. so im probably not that good with the time skips and flow but i tried to make it work. this will be multiple chapters, at least 3-4. this game has been my obsession for months (i have over 1000 hours don't judge me) and ive just been itching to write so here this is

prologue,

you ran with the van der linde gang for years, not nearly as long as arthur or john. but long enough that they were your family.

you were brought in as a teenager. fussy, stubborn, but a quick witted thief and con-woman. bringing the attention of hosea and dutch. always wanting to bring together and raise those future outlaws.

you didn't steal from them, nor con them. not yet anyways. instead you watched and waited for the perfect moment.

they had just made a big score, and you were there to take just a bit for yourself. waiting until nightfall to strike.

you came up on their camp, sneaking into their stash of money and pocketing atleast a few hundred. along with food. you were desperate.

and that desperation caused a flaw in your plan. you got caught.

just leaving the camp, suddenly you had the barrel of hosea's gun to your head and could only get out with your silver tongue.

but instead, he recognized your desperation and wit. and brought you into the family.

years past and you knew how to handle yourself more. with their teaching. your best skill being guns. with deadly precision and your attention to your surroundings. you were an asset.

the gang was strong, too. more people, almost constantly growing. "creating a name for ourselves" as dutch would call it. and about half a year ago you vividly remember the introduction of the newest member.

Charles Smith.

you can recall the first time he ever walked in to camp. his dark skin a shade you can't word, sweeter then syrup brown eyes, long raven locks hiding the rest of his face, and a scar on his cheek telling a story he wouldn't speak.

it intrigued you, drawing you towards him although your body never moved. you just watched from afar. read him over the months.

he was quiet, he stayed that way. never talking unless he had a good reason to. when he did he spoke with maturity and wisdom that gained the respect of others.

besides the respect that already existed just simply from his stature alone. he was by no means a small man. his musculature made him powerful, but so did his pure drive and determination. he was a force to be reckoned with.

and gods above did you find it attractive.

watching him do chores and simply just help out around camp had you fascinated. he'd chop wood nearly all day, just to keep the pile stocked for everyone else. bringing in a huge buck after hunting so pearson could feed the gang.

you always noticed the littlest things, he even did those things for you.

one time you were absolutely enveloped in this book you were reading. it was some sappy romance that mary-beth had lent to you to pass the time. but interesting nonetheless. while reading you completely lost track of time.

sitting in your bedroll inside your tent, you flinched when the flap suddenly opened. breaking you out of your trance. in came charles, with a bowl of stew. and did he look awkward. his neck was bent at an angle to keep his head from touching the ceiling, so he was basically hunched in on himself as he spoke.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you.."

he talked with an uncharacteristic discomfort by the position he was in, still gruff though with his natural rasp. you folded the book in your lap. your lips slightly upturned at the sight of him, mainly out of amusement though.

"you're alright. did y'need something?"

he stood there for another moment before carefully handing you the bowl, filled nearly to the brim with pearsons stew.

"oh, charles, y' -you didn't have to do that."

you stuttered a bit, flustered by the notion. besides your protest you gently took the bowl out of his hands. still warm.

"i wanted to."

he responded simply. another thing you loved about him, he was blunt at times. saying things as he meant them. nothing more, nothing less. so for a man of not many words, when he did speak it left you tongue-tied.

he slipped out of the tent before you could even mutter another word. it left you dumbfounded. but also warm inside.

you could've chased after him, asked him why, begged for all the answers but instead you just sat there and ate your stew. wondering. fantasizing. perhaps there was something that could be there between you and him.

present

you were sat near the edge of camp, perched on a log with your rifle in hand. carefully cleaning it of any dirt with an old rag and some gun oil arthur lent you. you were far enough that you were in your own solitude, but close enough to still be of use if anything happened. you could still hear ms grimshaws shrill voice as she shrieked at either karen or tilly for "slacking off." poor girls.

luckily ms grimshaw didn't nag you much, she knew you were more of use with dutch's needs instead of sewing up old socks. so she left you alone to not cause any problems with him.

while you wandered around in your own thoughts, you didn't even realize arthur had crept up behind you.

"see yer putting that gun oil to good use."

he drawled, that accent from god knows where strong in his voice.

you looked behind you with surprise, you hadn't even realized he was there. your shoulders slumped with relief when you realized it was just him.

"ah, hey arthur. i gotta clean up this old girl sometimes dont i?"

you mused, looking at the guns condition. satisfied with it, you leaned it up again the log and turned towards arthur.

"that you do.. listen, pearsons talking up about some thing with the o'driscolls."

your nose crinkled simply by the mention of their name. the o'driscolls were nasty folk. as much of outlaws as the gang is. but dutch got into some issues with them years ago, killing colm's brother. which in turn killed who he loved most, annabelle. you were there for the whole thing.

arthur continued, "seems like colm wants to settle things."

he finished, enough disbelief and disdain in his tone you voiced what you were both thinking.

"what a bunch of horse shit."

you muttered bitterly, shaking your head. this just screamed like a set up. but nonetheless you asked the dear old question.

"what does dutch think?"

you respected dutch with everything you had, he taught you the morals that you stand by today. and with that you were loyal to him, so if he wanted to do it with you along with him. so be it.

arthur sighed, waving his arms up exasperated.

"micah got in his ear, he thinks it might be worth it. didn't tell me what his plan is yet though. but he wants you there for it."

you closed your eyes and exhaled, pushing down whatever doubts you had. opening your eyes again you got up and slung your rifle over your shoulder.

"well let's see what he has to say, shall we?"

arthur sighed as he trailed along behind you, both of you silent in doubt. your hand rested on the stock of your side-arm as you walked, a habit of yours.

you could see them all gathered around the bloodstained table in the middle of camp. it was dutch, micah, hosea, and pearson. dutch retelling the story about how everything went to shit with the o'driscolls. you could hear him even though you were a couple paces away.

your eyes trailed over to where charles sat not to far away, he twiddled an arrow between his fingers. his eyes focused directly on dutch. you knew charles had his own reservations about the o'driscolls, we had run into them before.

you tore your eyes away as you came up to the table. micah began to talk.

"as you say.. it's a long time ago, dutch."

his eyes turned to you, a disgusting curl to his lips.

"and see here, our protecter. little miss marksman."

he said with a cheery tone, his hand coming up to point at you. you could hear the sardonic edge in his voice that he always carried, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

you looked over at dutch, you could see the conflict brewing in his entire expression. then he looked up, a fire burning in his eyes. you recognized that fire, he was going headfirst into something he might not be able to put out.

"let's go. you, me, and arthur. with her protecting us." he pointed at you, "no one else!"

dutch declared already walking away infront of everyone else. you sighed, following arthur as he waved you along.

"what about me?"

pearson butt in. but you were out of earshot to hear what dutch said afterwards.

you walked up to your horse. it was a beautiful mare, a dapple grey hungarian half-bred. you murmured a couple praises to her as you took the reins off the hitching post. adjusting her girth strap of the saddle.

when you did so you could hear a clinking noise in your saddle bag, you undid the buckle and reached in. pulling out a few throwing knifes. you stared at them in confusion, looking at the wood grain you noticed the handiwork. charles.

you turned your head to look back at him, to your surprise your eyes already met. you held up the knifes almost as a question. he just gave a small, imperceptible smile and looked away.

again, him and the little things. you curled your fingers around the small daggers and stuffed them into your pocket. the weight of them bringing you a sense of security and pushing down whatever doubts you had.

you secured your boot in the stirrup and grabbed ahold of the horn of the saddle. mounting your horse. patting her neck as you guided her to follow the rest of them. somewhat listening as dutch rambled on again about how long its been since colm and him started fighting.

you all left the camp in doubt, but hope to end this decades old feud.

[nyzfiles]

Hey! I just found your blog and have read the works you’ve put out so far(they’re really good!). Could I please request a fic with IVE’s Yujin?

Where her and reader have been dating for a while now but lately reader has been rejecting Yujins advances whenever she tried initiating sex with her which, of course, Yujin respected. But, when she was on social media and saw the comments under your posts she realized why. (Which was because of the hate you were receiving about your body). When Yujin found out she decided to gently bring it up with you which resulted in you breaking down. Alright, to get to the point Yujin shows how in love with your body and how perfect she thinks it is by making love to you and kissing every inch of your skin(especially your stomach). Thank you!(sorry, I couldn’t think of how to make my explanation shorter)

a/n : hi anon! thank you so much for the request, i love this idea and body worshipping is top tier!

warnings - smut (minors and men dni!) sorta angst?

tags - soft dom!yujin x sub!fem reader, reader is very insecure, body worshipping, nipple stimulation, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, yujin is just VERY in love with reader !!

word count - 1.3k

you and yujin have been dating for close to 8 months now. she's been the most attentive, loyal, and affectionate girlfriend you could ask for. in the beginning of your guys' relationship you had an amazing sex life, yujin is very much a giver and you get to benefit from that.

recently, you've been starting to reject her advances whenever she tries to be intimate with you and it's left her confused and quite honestly a bit hurt. of course she would never pressure you into anything but she can't help but wonder what's changed.

about two days ago she was scrolling through her instagram when she came across your most recent post and hearted it. out of curiosity she went to the comments and was heartbroken by what she saw. a bunch of people who claimed to be her fans were body-shaming you and leaving horrible comments.

she closed the app, deciding she would bring it up with you once she figured out how to do it gently. it all made sense now why you had stopped wanting to be intimate with her, she never imagined people would be making you feel so horrible about yourself.

now, she watches you sitting on the other end of the couch, a sad expression on your face as you scroll through your phone. "is everything alright?" she asks, concern evident in her voice. you just nod, giving her a small smile before looking back down at your phone. she sighs, placing her hand on your leg and caressing it gently. "baby...what's going on? things haven't been normal for months." she says, worry plaguing her mind.

you look back up at her, tears stinging your eyes as your lip quivers. "i've just been feeling really down about myself..." you whimper, your voice breaking as you try to confide in your girlfriend. she looks at you with sympathy, pulling you into her arms as you break down and start crying.

she kisses the top of your head, whispering softly to you as she strokes your hair. "baby, those people don't mean anything to us. i love you, and i love your body. you're so beautiful." she reassures you, tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips. "promise me you'll block anybody who makes you feel like this." she whispers against your hair, still holding you close.

you nod, starting to relax in her arms as your tears stop. "this is why you haven't wanted to have sex with me, isn't it?" she sighs softly, looking down at you. you nod, feeling a little embarrassed as you admit it to her. "i didn't want you to have to look at me and realize that all these people are right." you sniffle, wiping away the rest of your tears.

she shakes her head, cupping your face in her hands and kissing you again. "they're not right. you are beautiful, hot, sexy, stunning, and everything else in between. i am lucky to have you." she confesses, trying to show you how serious she is. you nod slowly, wrapping your arms around her. "let me show you how beautiful i think you are..." she mutters, hands cupping your ass as you sit in her lap.

you look up at her apprehensively, chewing on your lip before nodding your head. "okay..." you agree, giving yourself to her. she smiles, threading her fingers through your hair before kissing you slowly. she picks you up, hands gripping your thighs as she carries you into your guys' shared bedroom without breaking the kiss.

she gently lays you against the bed, hovering over you as her lips trail down your neck. "i can't believe how beautiful you are. how did i get so lucky?" she mumbles against your skin, hands moving to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. you blush, arms going to cover your stomach before she stops you. "don't. i want to see every inch of you tonight." she says, moving your hands and kissing the palms on each of them.

you watch as she undoes the clasp on your bra, throwing it on the floor beside the bed. she cups your tits, flicking her tongue over your hard nipple. you gasp softly, playing with her hair as she sucks, licks, and bites your nipples, switching between them. your moans spur her on and she kisses down to your stomach, her lips lingering there.

her mouth kisses every inch of your stomach, dampness pooling in your panties. "so fucking stunning." she whispers, gripping your waist as she kisses above the waistline of your panties. your eyes sting with tears as she worships your stomach, kissing every stretch mark and praising you.

she slowly peels your panties off, groaning softly when she sees your cunt glistening. "so pretty and wet for me." she smiles, fingers teasing your folds. you whine, your cunt clenching as her finger disregards the spot you need her the most. "please..." you mutter, heart pounding as you watch her. she leans in, placing your legs on her shoulders before running her tongue through your folds. you let out a long moan, hand tangling in her hair as she flicks her tongue over your sensitive clit.

she hums against you, the taste of you making her own arousal grow. she grips your thighs tighter, sucking on your clit and swirling her tongue around it. you throw your head back in pleasure, toes curling as your arousal leaks out of you. "feels so good..." you whimper, grinding your cunt against her tongue. she chuckles softly, slowly easing her tongue inside of your tight cunt.

you gasp, stomach tightening as she curls her tongue inside of you. your nails are practically digging into her scalp as she tongue fucks you and rubs her nose against your clit. the knot in your stomach gets tighter and you cry out her name as your thighs squeeze her head and your cum coats her tongue.

she swallows every last drop, pulling back and licking her lips as she looks at you. "tastes so sweet." she smiles, kissing her way up to your body until she reaches your lips. you laugh tiredly, wrapping your arms around her to bring her closer to you. "you're so pretty." she sighs happily, two fingers slowly rubbing your clit. you blush, bucking your hips slightly as she takes them and parts your folds.

she gently pushes her fingers inside you, making you moan and grip her biceps. her thumb rubs your clit while her fingers fuck you, her mouth leaving dark purple hickeys along your collarbone. "y...yujin..." you gasp, breath hitching as she curls her fingers against your g-spot. she smirks against the spot on your neck she was sucking on, thumb pressing harder against your clit.

you start to ride her fingers, eagerly chasing your second orgasm of the night while she leaves love bites all over your neck, collarbone, and tits. your nails dig into her biceps as she pumps her fingers deeper and moves her thumb faster, making your eyes roll back. the familiar feeling of your stomach tightening washes over you and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you.

she slowly fucks you through your high, slipping her fingers out and licking them clean. she lays down on the bed beside you, pulling you into her arms as she kisses you sweetly. "i love you so much, you know that?" she smiles, forehead resting against yours. you nod, snuggling yourself closer to her. "i love you too." you mutter, letting her hold you as you drift off to sleep.

[withlove-xixi]

helloooo my chilchuck crush is back in full swing... can you write the nsfw alphabet for him...

— CHILCHUCK NSFW ALPHABET: chilchuck x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, general nsfw alphabet stuff ★ just in time because i lowkey miss writing for chilchuck lol TT ! a bit of this is just a reiteration of my chilchuck nsfw thoughts which i hope you dont mind ! — MINORS DNI! —

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

— i wanna say chilchuck is a bit snobbish after sex if that makes sense. like sex is already a big, vulnerable thing for him, it's a bit difficult for him to extend that intimacy to what comes after. it doesnt mean he'd ignore you, but he'll be more or less quiet, and way more gentle than usual. it's just usually sleepily petting your hair or nuzzling against you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

— his favorites of his are his eyes and ears, because 1. it comes in handy with his line of work and 2. gods forbid he's forced not to see and hear you when he's got you beneath him

— his favorite of yours are your hands. he likes comparing hand sizes or holding them or whatnot. it's a nice, reliable means of emotionally anchoring him in a way

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— hey u guys see that one post that said something something "what if half-foots fucked like rabbit" ? yeah ♥ something instinctual tells him to cum inside as much as he can, so he does. and besides that, it's nice seeing his cum leak out of you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— oh chilchuck has definitely fantasized about having a younger partner ... not in a age play sort of way, but he feels a strange arousal at the idea of dating someone who's about his daughters' age

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— man has like three kids ... he's got more than enough experience under his belt.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

— anything that has you on his lap tbh! he likes it, he loves holding onto your ass or thighs when you're bouncing on it

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

— very serious really. he's shy of deadpanning the whole time he fucks you tbh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— im not typically the type for it but ... chilchuck ... body hair ... waow ! he's trimmed at most, and he'd shave if you asked him to, but preferably he lets all his body hair be

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

— he's oddly romantic in his own way. if you two had been together for a while, then it's definitely slow kisses all over your body and gently smoothing his thumb over your skin and all. but if not, then it's simple things like making sure there's a soft pillow under your head or tucking your hair to the side and stuff

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— some forever ago when he was younger, definitely getting himself off was something far from unfamiliar. it helped alleviate the stress of his work and helped him let off steam. but these days, he doesn't

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

— ive mentioned it before in my chilchuck nsfw thoughts but he's pretty vanilla, but the idea of tying you up has definitely crossed his mind once or twice

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

— bedroom definitely. chilchuck doesnt like mixing his private affairs and public affairs, and can be pretty strict about it. (tho im certain, over time, if you pouted and pleaded with him enough, he'd say yes to anything you asked for)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

— chilchuck is a simple man who gets turned on if you kiss him too much honestly. it's easy to turn him on honestly, but most especially whispering in his ears honestly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— nothing specific comes to mind to things chilchuck wouldn't like, but there are definitely some small things that freak him out or make his skin crawl

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

— receivingggg! honestly, it's one of his favorite things actually. just the warmth and slick of someone's mouth on him, seeing them pressed against him like that, feeling their groans against his dick.. it's so overwhelming

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

— it depends on his mood honestly. most nights, he likes to take things slow, kiss you all over before he even thinks about taking your clothes off. but other nights, it's some form of carnal need to satiate his cravings.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

— oh chilchuck loves quickies, but definitely doesnt do them often. it's typically when he's far too pent up, then he wordlessly pins you against the nearest surface in the house to kiss you sloppily as his hands tug at your clothes with want and need

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

— he's not the risky type, but again, after some time together, definitely if you begged and pleaded enough, he's give in. but never to anything too extreme or dangerous.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— chilchuck can last pretty decently, but prefers to go only one or two rounds. (his age is catching up to hi /j)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

— if you had mentioned it around him, he'd have shyly gone and gotten some for you honestly. it was weird at first but he's come to love playing with you like that, teasing you and riling you up then mocking you afterwards

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— :)) chilchuck likes being mean, he really likes being mean. whether it's physically teasing you by lightly touching you, running his hands over your thighs, or verbally teasing you by calling you names or being condescending, chilchick is going to be some form of mean one way or another

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

— the whimpererrrr the whinerrrr ! he's pretty loud, or rather, it feels like he's loud because every noise he makes is pressed against your skin, he's like whimpering against your ear or groaning against your shoulder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

— its funny only to me but i like to think he's worried he will get erectile dysfunction because he's old lol

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

— again, like i mentioned w the kabru nsfw alphabet, ive never seen a actual penis before like even in pictures so i wouldnt even know how to properly describe it but i think chilchuck is big for a half-foot, which would be decently sized for a tallman

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

— hey u guys see that one post that said something something "what if half-foots fucked like rabbit" ? yeah ♥ (2) chilchuck has a pretty high sex drive, he's typically willing to do it with you whenever too. but you have to remember chilchuck is a pretty responsible and stubborn guy, so despite his high sex drive, if he tells you to wait then you'd have to wait

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— falls asleep very quickly, but he gets quite clingy when he's tired, so chilchuck grabbing onto your arm and pressing his face against it, isnt really the worst way to end a night of sex

[petalburg-pokemon-husbandry]

BIG LIFE UPDATE

hohkay hey gang, been a while. hasn't it? As I mentioned in my most recent post (3 months ago...) I've been going through a lot of life changes that have made keeping up with things difficult. To summarize without getting too deep into things:

My partner and I have separated

I live in a new place

I have had to rehome several of my pokémon

I got transferred to a different pokémon center in Petalburg

So uhhh yeah that's quite a lot! I'm not gonna go into a lot of it, but the first three are all related. Felicity [Ribombee] now lives with a coworker from my old pokémon center, Benny [Charcadet] lives and works at the Lavaridge Town Gym, (Shoutout Flannery - you're a G), and Ferrintio [Sprigatito] now lives with my parents over in Littleroot.

As for the pokémon I still have, things have changed a bit there too!

Robert successfully fused with another beldum, and is now a Metang! I guess they have the memories of both original beldum, but Robert is still the “lead”, whatever that means when two brains fuse. I might have a metagross some day. That’s insane to think about. I literally just exist and I guess I’m raising a pseudolegendary pokemon. (Two if you count pillow) ((I don't))

Pillow [goomy] continues to sleep for 19 hours a day, though he has started eating more and putting on some weight. He’s been at the age where evolution wouldn’t be out of the question for a while now, but as I’ve said before he’s much too eepy to actually develop the strength to do so. Anything's possible though -- maybe I’ll have a significantly larger pillow sometime in the future!

Pyra [combusken] and I had a little sparring match with a friend and we lost BAD, so she's gained new determination to finally evolve! She's been training with Robert while I'm working, and she keeps trying to get me to battle random strangers on the street while we're walking to/from the center lol. She's getting there!!!!!! I'm so proud of her!!!!!! oh god i might actually be able to battle at a higher level if all of my pokémon evolve wtf is happening--

Ragman [Mimikyu] has been sick for a couple of weeks now. Thankfully it's just a stubborn cold, but I've had to take his disguises off several times to check him for swelling/rashes. Mimikyu are pretty much biologically wired to be nervous around bigger creatures like humans and Gumshoos, so it's been a hurdle to get him comfortable with letting me take his disguise off, but we're finally getting there! It feels weird to say this about a Pokemon I've had for years, but it feels like we're really starting to form a close level of trust! Maybe once he's all healed up he'll even let me look at him in a well-lit, non-closet room lol (btw if you've never seen what an undisguised mimikyu looks like it's not at all what you'd expect)

Siri [Rotom/Phone] has become obsessed with the gamecube for some reason. I have very little else to say, she just REALLY enjoys that hardware for whatever reason. There have been a couple times where I've had to physically shake her out of it just so we could leave for work. She so silligoofy

And that's the updates post for you! Thanks for sticking with this blog for all this time! Since you managed to reach the end you get a special treat! I'm changing my name to May :) J as short for Josh is still fine. I'm also gonna change my pfp since it's inaccurate now that ive started transitioning. See you soon, pokefans!

[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEREAD: WAKFU, THE GREAT WAVE [TOME 2, Chapters 1-6]

Wow it sure has been a while and a mental health episode and a cancellation and a blocking 20 people and a failed attempt at translating a book (I WILL! I PROMISE! AFTER I WRITE MY COURSE PAPER) since my last post huh.

...Oh well. It's a good thing I waited because we got some nice info I can share here.

And yes, I skipped chapters 1 and 2 of this tome. I am here mostly for julith and crepinjurgens, not Tot's wild ride.

All I can say about chapter 3 is that I think Julith's ressurection was probably not a perfect one. I think she might just be a mindless puppet. It doesn't feel... normal, that she should stop like this; while my commentary on chapter 4 stops at my surprise for the new nickname for 'Salar. It's nice to finally have an official one, hehe.

Now to the meat and potatoes of this blog.

The fucking gasp I gusped reading this. Sorry I mean sorry I mean sorry I mean. "my little salesman" hes so... It's unbearable how he is. It's genuinely so hard. I wish I had commentary on what exactly this makes me feel, but you needed to be inside my head all those months ago to fully get it. He's calling the 600yo guy that pretends to be his dad his little salesman. If I was joris i'd just take us both out...

I'm still waiting for the long awaited long predicted Joris Jurgen crashout, chat. btw I love how the translators didn't even bother with any onamatopoeia or quirky text. Like Sure. Everyone in the world knows what bonfll and hé mean.

Joris... kill them. and be reincarnated as a lotus flower.

I will be the first to say that it'll be sad if Tot forgot the ecaflip reincarnation lore of his own franchise. but for now im choosing to read this as just cute banter.

Cutie patootie...

For a while I hoped that maybe we'd finally see and example of a k0--mortal character we knew reincarnating and ngl, I really hope this is like... some sort of a next life for Lilotte? All that reincarnation lore just not to implement it for angst purposes feels like a waste.

It's probably not lilotte even in spirit, but a man can dream jdlgdlg.

Honestly.... im mostly screenshotting this here bc I feel like this is a nice screenshot to ref from. sjgdkljfg

I wish I had more to say but they're so nice... And also, I wonder if they saw this ouginak. Shouldn't they be freaking tf out too? Unless, as always Tot Forgot. Oh well.

Big fan of Joris being haunted

Also a big fan of Kerubim being haunted

Inside me are two wolves. One of them thinks using orphan mistreatment as a plot point is extremely cliche. Another wolf thinks Joris's love might turn all these orphans into post-waven's military supersolders which would make my jokes about him being "training and conscripting orphans" level of evil literally real.

It would be so awesome. It would be so cool.

To my knowledge, this is the first time Joris's surname is dropped in Wakfu.

I feel a bit bad for thinking this, but Joris saving the orphans is still a bit cliche. I hope it goes somewhere more interesting later. Like him imparting some insane beliefs onto those kids.

IVE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS THAT joris wouldn't want to be called master outside of work. I think he prefers just "Joris" when it comes to kids and housekeepers.

I love his impulsive idealism. Genuinely. he WOULD pick up random orphans and be like "you live with me now".

This also confirms to me that crepinjurgens are rich as hell. Though we already kinda knew that.

SHE LOOKS SO SMUG hjghskjdghsdg... While Joris is still the cutest ever.

I love to see happiness vaporate from his eyes.

also ATCHAM AND KERUBIM ATCHAM AND KERUBIM worried worried atcham and kerubim. <33 HEART.

...

Sorry I didn't have any in-depth commentary. I'm not sorry for my absence of translation struggles though sgjfgd. I've been very unhappy in this fandom, and had a very unhealthy relationship with it, so I've been working to change that. I wish I could say more about what I meaan exactly, but it's quite boring honestly. Then there's the fact that modern Krosmoz kinda sucks ass (yet all the people who concentrate on it sucking ass are mostly unbearable and annoying despite being objectively right).

If you're still here, and consider me a friend or a mutual, thank you for sticking around. Even if just for this blog! You don't have to follow my personal accounts to be my friend or mutual.

[froggibus]

Rose Quartz - Venture

Pairing: Venture x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, bit of crack, one droplet of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: in which Venture wants to confess their feelings for you, but keeps giving you rocks instead

CW: awkwardness, crushes, kind of unrequited love, mentions of crystals/rocks and their meanings, Venture avoiding their feelings, one (1) argument, aggressive kissing, reader calls Venture "nerd", NOT PROOFREAD

NEW BANNERS!!! IM SO EXCITED!! ive been wanting a more cohesive graphic for my posts rather than just reusing gifs, so I made these and I adore them!! first time writing about Venture and tbh it's a little juvenile but it kinda works with the theme. they're so adorable and i absolutely love them ^.^ (also happy canadian moment that they gave us an interesting canadian hero finally lol)

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Heavy boots trail after Sloan’s voice, prompting you to turn around. 

“What’s up?”

They give you a toothy grin, holding up a hand to pause while they catch their breath. It’s a hot day in Petra, nearly scorching with all of the gear you have on just to enter the dig site. Even standing in the sun is enough to have you panting and sweaty. 

Sloan releases one last heavy breath and closes the last few steps between the two of you. “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

They’re so close you can see the sweat shimmering across their brow, smelling that familiar earthy scent of theirs that you’ve thought about for weeks now. The sun beats down overhead and you’re sure they must be boiling under their safety equipment. 

You cock your head to the side, “what is it?”

“I just—I’ve been thinking for a while, you know? And I really thought that maybe—is it really hot out here? I’m really hot.”

You nod in agreement, cupping your hands around your eyes to block out the sun. You were just on your way back to the shuttle to your hotel room when they caught you, and you have little interest in staying in this heat. 

“I should probably get going,” you admit, “it’s boiling and I need to eat.”

Sloan agrees all too quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I—I just wanted to know,” they loose a sigh, “do you want this rock?”

You’re taken aback for only a moment as they reach out a sweaty palm with a jagged pink crystal no bigger than a dollar coin. You reach out and grab it, your fingertips brushing their hand as you do. Sloan doesn’t miss the way you shiver from the contact. 

“It’s pretty, what is it?”

Sloan scratches the back of their neck. “It’s rose quartz, I just thought you might find it pretty or something…”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You tuck the rock into your pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah…see you tomorrow.”

Sloan watches as you spin on your heel and slowly disappear into the horizon. As soon as you’re out of eyesight, they let themselves sigh in disappointment and drop to their knees. 

Confessing is much harder than they thought it would be. 

—

You hold the rose quartz the whole shuttle ride to the hotel, rolling the cold stone across your aching palms. It really is a beautiful stone, even if it serves as a physical reminder of your own disappointment. 

You thought, just for a moment, that they might feel the same way as you. That they were going to ask you on a date, at least. But you’ve thought that the past few weeks, and it’s only bred chagrin. 

The cold air of your hotel room doesn’t feel nearly as nice as it should. Your skin still feels sticky, a layer of dust stuck to the sweat from the sweltering sun you spent the day under. But it’s not the sweat or the dust that has you feeling withdrawn—it’s the sight of the stones lining your night table. 

You place the rose quartz at the end of a line of eight stones, admiring them all together. It’s a beautiful array of clear, pink and green stones. Some are smooth—like they’ve already been tumbled—and others are jagged, found raw and expertly cut from the rock they once formed in. 

Your favourite, given to you just a few days ago, was a raw piece of rhodochrosite. Sloan had a big grin when they gave it to you, the stone warm from them holding it in their palm for so long.

You roll the stone in your palm for only a moment before ordering your usual room service, shrugging off your clothes and going to take a shower. The cold water feels amazing on your skin, washing the heat and shame of the day down the drain. For the time you’re in the shower, you hardly even think about Sloan or the collection of rocks starting to accumulate. 

You only get out when your phone buzzes with the usual courtesy notification letting you know the room service cart is on its way up to you. The air conditioning feels much better after showering, chilling the bite of your skin. You dress quickly in pyjamas and get to the door just in time to let in the kind lady with your dinner.

It’s the same woman as the last few nights—an older lady with a dazzling smile that she flashes at you as she crosses the threshold into your room.

“Same as usual?” She prompts while she lays out the dishes on the small table in the corner.

“You know it.”

She finishes laying out your spread, the delicious scent nearly making your mouth water, before grabbing the cart and starting to back out of the room. She pauses just as she gets past your nightstand, her eyes flicking over the array of stones.

“Well, aren’t those pretty.” You smile in agreement, “they are, aren’t they?”

“Lots of love stones,” she says. “Were they gifted to you?”

“Love stones?”

“Yes,” she nods, “like rose quartz, and rhodochrosite. They represent love in certain practices.”

The information is like a slap in the face, leaving you so dazed that you forget to thank the woman as she leaves your room. Love stones? Why would Sloan be giving you love stones?

You’re near frantic as you collect all of the stones into your hand, forgetting your shoes as you burst out of your hotel room and storm down the hall to Sloan’s. You’re not sure if they’re even back from the site yet, or what you’ll say to them when you get to their room—all you’re sure of is that you want to know why they gave you the stones. The real reason.

Sloan is utterly confused when they open their door to see you there, hair wet and dressed in pyjamas with no shoes, holding out a handful of rocks. “Hi?”

“Why did you give these to me?”

Sloan swallows, dark eyes examining the stones clutched in your palm. “I just thought you’d like them.” A lie, a complete and utter lie.

They curse themselves for being such a coward and not confessing sooner—but you’re just so cute, and they like you so much, and they felt so damn awkward trying to tell you they liked you. Except now, with you standing so close to them, water dripping from your hair and rendering your pyjama top near see-thru, they feel much more awkward.

“Just because you thought I’d like them?” You’re breathing hard, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “or because they’re apparently ‘love stones’, whatever that means.”

From the way their mouth hangs open, you know you’ve caught them.

“Listen, I—I—”

You cut them off, “did you know what the meanings were when you gave them to me?”

“Yes,” they sigh defeatedly. “But I thought you knew!”

“Of course I didn’t know!”

Sloan peers down the hall, hoping no one is around to hear your rising voices. “Why don’t you come in?”

“Why? So you can keep leading me in circles, so I can keep wondering why you don’t feel the same way as I do?” The words come out before you can stop them, even the hand you clamp over your mouth doing nothing to keep them in.

Sloan’s shoulders sag. “I wasn’t leading you in circles.”

“Weren’t you?” You shake your head, turning away from them. “You just wanted to hide behind a bunch of rocks forever.”

“Y/n, wait!”

You shake your head, starting to walk away. You don’t get far, as Sloan grabs your shoulder and spins you to face them. You have no time to react as they grab the back of your head and shove your face into theirs.

The second their lips meet yours, all of the built up disappointment from the past few weeks melts away. You relax into their touch, letting their calloused fingers tangle in your hair. They taste citrusy, over just a hint of salt, and electrify you like a shot of tequila.

You pull away breathlessly, looking at them over your lashes. They’re smirking like an idiot, eyes practically sparkling.

“Still think I’m leading you in circles?”

You rest your hand on their waist, pulling them back to you in desperation. “Shut up and kiss me again, nerd.”

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(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)

[finelinefae]

Hi my loves 🪽

I’m extremely very sorry for disappearing again. I honestly didn’t plan to and was writing something new to share but this past year has been really really hard!!

I’m going to be talking about mental health so if you want to skip this then please do!! I will just say here, thank you for every interaction you have made with my writing. It means everything to me. But most of all thank you for your patience, I love you very much and appreciate you taking the time to read my fics 🤍 thank you thank you thank you!!!

tw; mental health chit chat

Recently I was diagnosed with C-PTSD and it’s really taken a toll on my entire life. I wasn’t expecting it and I’ve been struggling to figure out how to heal and comprehending how much I need to do in order to heal. Ive been switching between sadness, anger and grief over the past few months and that’s all I ever feel lately. It’s really overwhelming and although I can put a name to the thing that’s been taking over my adult life so far, having to accept that my childhood wasn’t normal and that my pain was caused by things out of my control has been a little bit rough so to say

I don’t often share things like this to anyone but people closest to me but I think I just wanted to let you know because everyday I see people reblogging and liking and commenting and following and it doesn’t fail to make me happy. When I say it means the world I truly mean it. Writing is my whole life and amongst all the bad it has been a silver lining in my life, the thing that took me away from all the crazy and bought a pocket of good. Having you guys respond to it in such a positive way means everything to me.

I’ve been writing a lot this year to get through the days. I’ve been working on a personal project, writing my very first book, and even though I still write I can’t help but miss writing on here the most.

I hope to post something over the next couple of weeks. I haven’t written a Bambi post in a while but I plan to eventually go back into that world soon,, I know u guys are so patiently waiting for it (thank you omg) I also plan to post the series I was working on and planned to post months ago. It’s a boxing/gangleader fic and I love what I’ve written so far!!!!! In the mean time I hope to post a few soft girl Sundays to ease myself into things. 🤍

All of this will take time but I just wanted to say again how grateful I am for you and your patience and for just sticking around!! I can’t wait to start posting again (however that may look like) and I just appreciate you all very much 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Thank you, love you lots

All my love,

Clo xx

[littlecountryblues]

bcg spoilers !!!!!!

ok this is gonna be kinda short i think mostly bc im tired i just woke up a bit ago (( it took me hours to write this post sorry . )) from a nap UMMM anyway onto silly rambling

I WIN I WIN SO FUCKING HARD U GUYS IVE BEEN HOPING FOR GHOST TILLY AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED !!!!!!!!!!!

can u guys tell i wanted to see ghost tilly. i started getting happy while watching the ep when archemorus was like "you must DIE" cause i was like YAYYYYY TILLYS GONNA GO WITH HER. HELP

#That scene with alice and ernest made me cry dawg,, whats with this show and having a super silly episode suddenly gut punch u 25 times. for what reason.

ok but theyre so cute look at em,,

cricket and remy's plot was also super fun with the giant chicken HEHE was nice to see gwen again too :3 also enjoyed how simple bill's plot was in comparison to the other two

also them namedropping the next ep at the end 👀.. ok bcg crew..

this show genuinely means so much more to me than i can put into words and its so awesome seeing how far it's come. like holy shit. 100 episodes.. thats so cool <3

ive liked this cartoon since i was like 9 / 10 around when it started, got fixated at 14 like a Month before we had to move to a whole new state which is really funny to me bc. why This show of all things at That time. and now im almost 17 like i am Never escaping this show am i

this was a really fun way to celebrate how far this show has come and i loved the callbacks to prev episodes !!

whyd tilly keep part of the rat tail 😭😭

also thought these were cute so i cut them out HEHE

umm ya idk what else to say rn cause im tired sorry

[momaphobic]

Random thoughts about Aphmaus Fanbase circa 2015-2018ish, MCD & Mystreet,internet culture around that time

Like most people on the internet I want to share my thoughts on something I am very passionate about

My thoughts on MCD

When it comes to MCD I truly love the story and was upset when she ended it in 2017 but know that i look back on it i understand why people were upset with the aph x garroth or aph x laurance because it did seemed very rushed thru/incomplete and due to aphmau recieveing mass amounts of hate im sure that didnt help either ,which i understand why someone would be upset about a ship they very much enjoy and it not being canon but what i dont understand is why people were saying horrible things to aphmau for their ship not being canon ( i mean srsly was it ever that big of a deal?) , but i feel like people got so focused on the ships in MCD it completely overshadowed the main story

Aphmau Fanbase 2015-2018ish

i always see tons of people online saying they were huge fans of mcd and mystreet and dont understand why she cancelled it/huge change of content and I have a theory about this kind of. I feel like the fandom at this point was split really into two main age groups 8-12 and 15-18, I know that doesnt seem like a huge age differnce in groups but I was around 7-10 When i first started watching aphmau and was not really aware of the situation going on (probably due to the fact that most of it was address on platforms like insta,twitter and a maybe few live streams on yt and i didnt rly know how to have a social media like back then) so when all the rumors that aphmau had dealt with in the past had resurfaced recently this was my first time hearing about them despite being in the fandom since 2014-15. Hearing about how Aphmau had to deal with all that unnecessary hate absolutely broke me knowing how a few people probably ruined a fandom and how we might never actually get a finished story is very sad but also Aphmau’s content now is very targeted towards children and understanding why she changed her content is her way of still being able to do what she loved and while avoiding hate

Internet culture around this time

I know internet culture sounds weird but i would say 2010-2019/20 i feel like the internet was still kind of like a town in the middle of the midwest like slightly deserted but enough human life to have small communities around ( most the time communities involving alt fashion,video games, just “nerdy” hobbies, also,unfortunately,a bunch of very triggering stuff being highlighted and glamorized(this was probably more around 2007-10 tho)) the most recent example i can think of is tiktok when tiktok first got put in place i very much remeber furry,gamers and cosplayers getting along and their being a social consequences when someone was outed for being a not so good person or just being a bully. Nowadays I cant imagine someone saying those things to aphmau and getting away with it considering how people will dig thru a influencers past internet history and find things from 10yrs ago im sure people would be able to find some random leaving hateful messages towards her and telling them to stop or sending a bunch of comments n messages to them

This is totally a rant post lol Ive just been thinking alot abt the whole situation since they have announced mystreet season 7 and im very excited for the future of mystreet and aphmaus roleplays and im hoping for a little bit more accountability in the fandom so we dont repeat the past. if u made it this far sorry if nothing makes sense its 4am 😭 and i needed to write out my thoughts or i was gunna go crazy. Goodnight yall 🤩🤩😛😛

[forecast0ctopus]

Okay I have a lot to say here, but I’m gonna try to make it brief (which is really hard for me, sorry)

WOAH DAWG. Your art has inspired me more than I can even express. My hardcore Star Trek phase started right around this time last year. Like, obviously I knew what Star Trek was, but I’d never seen it, so I started with TOS, and after the first three episodes, I was like, yeah, okay, Spock and Kirk are super gay, but their boyfriend Bones is obviously their boyfriend, too. 

So I looked up the fated “McSpirk”, and your art popped up. Boom. Life changed. 

To make a long story short, I practiced and practiced, and slowly (kind of) learned how to draw them (totally based off of your style, yeah, I’m sorry bro there’s like a lot of plagiarised versions of your drawings in old sketchbooks. 😬Don’t worry though, they’re really bad, so no one would mistake them for the original)

And ALSO like a good chunk of my fanfiction has been inspired by your art. So… thank you!

Now, I think, I’ve developed a style of drawing them that’s just far enough from yours that maybe it’s not too obvious that I learned how to draw McSpirk from meticulously studying your art? Probably not, though. But the point is basically: your art is fantastic and so soo edible. 

Ps. I ACTUALLy am a liar, because I’d seen your reanimator fanart before your Star Trek stuff! I was waaayy into reanimator a while ago (still am, just more fixated on other things), and your art was all over my pinterest. And you draw American Werewolf in London, and Merlin, and Psychonauts, and Twin Peaks?? Holy cow dude, you’re the whole damn package. 

Okay, so that was more of a five-paragraph essay than an “ask”. Sorry, not great at tumblr. 

In summary: you’re iconic. There is no McSpirk fandom without you bro. Please never stop drawing, because the day you do is the day I eat the sun like an evil pagan god. 💪💪💪

WOW :0 firstly, thanks so much!! i really appreciate all of this and im glad to know you like my stuff so much :D anyways longish answer for a longish message under the cut..

now i just wanna say – absolutely no issues with copying other people's work to learn, its not like trying to pass things off as your own and its just part of the learning process.. even less of an issue with art styles, you kinda just look at things and go hey i like the way that looks im gonna figure out how to draw [whatever specific element] like that now.. and eventually you frankenstein so many techniques together that you get your own thing out of it lmao. for example i learned how to draw hands from danny phantom and im afraid im stuck with that for life dgfhj anyways i think it rules that youve been drawing them and im kind of honored that you like my stuff enough to use it to learn... and if you've got any links to the art and fics youve mentioned, id love to see 👀 also ive gotten the comment abt finding my stuff on pinterest a bit and IVE LOOKED idk how you guys find them fgdjh i think ive found on there a couple merlin things ive done and thats it... dont mean to sound conceited or anything but i just think its fun when i see my art places i dont post..... incredible when it pops up in edits occasionally love it when people have the same array of interests as me since they all kind of feel entirely unrelated to one another in genre and subject matter so i never expect it.. ESPECIALLY psychonauts augh ive been trying to convince people to play that game for 11 years and ive only gotten through to like maybe three people fsbhjk anyways guess weve both got great taste in media 🤝🤝🤝 thanks again for such a kind message, i appreciate it more than i can articulate!! <333

[blondbaddie69]

stuff ive uncovered about bookofbill/countdown website

so the first three pages are stuff about the uh website and i think the latter two are about the actual book

, while working on the code for pg 77, after i finished i found a post of people who decoded it 6 days before (kms.) alot of this is uncoverd on the official subreddit, i didnt look at it until after, the pages are kinda just rambling and stuff, passwords and such, the passowords "frame" and "container" didnt mean anything and were glitches fixed a bit later, turns out the capalized letters were not actually apart of the thing, just the way the doc. translated italic letters, before i had gotten the alchemy symbols with soos, i was looking through the source elements and found the thing for his eyes along with the countdown reading at 00:07:00, with the date and a "T12" wich in assuming means 12:00 pm for when it hits 7, also speculated it could be at 03:14:5 as soos mentioned something about "the end of math?" there were also spectorgraphs in the uhh lofi soos linked reading "remember eliclydia" and "free me" while working on it with jake, he said the lofi could have more (DEBUNKED DUMBDUMB!!) oh also the text above bill translates to "lost files" and the uhh alchemy symbols found with possesd soos read " So! Many! Questions! " the set used to translate said textbox is also used in code on the inside of the cover for the book of bill, listed above? i think idont rember if i put it, it read "praise ye fallen angle" there was also some text next to with symbols i have yet to translate (the symbols on inside of cover are in the front) and the other smaller text was in that one gravityfalls cypher (u know the one) it translated to "su remember" i switched the su around for us as su didnt make much sense, then flipped the rest of it getting "remember us", i have yet to decode the rest of it. another thing i had been stumped on for about 4 days was the numbering on page 77 (numbers underlined above) at first i thought if you put them together you could get quards and it would be another cypher hunt (thank gog it wasn't) it was a line up for episodes and seassons in gravity falls followed by a timestamp , as example ill use the first one "215 858" going to episode 15, in seasson 2 at 8:58 a character says a word, "twisted" and the rest of it yadayadayada the full thing is "Twisted out of shape after the kill, The ghosts of his family are haunting him" that kind of supports the heavily speculated theory of bill killing his family, and shortly after spending 4 days on that, i turned to the gravity subreddit to find, it had been decoded 6 days ago from today (the gun apeared under my chin guys!!) while turning to the subreddit as well, it mentioned a coffee stain code when you lined them up, (i did not do that shit at ALL) but from what I saw it brought up two different kinds of triangles (presumably bills sisters or mother and father) scaline and isocelce? i think i dont fucking remember anyways thats all i have so far, if i find more ill update

[emilykaldwen]

@rottengrowls' tag about being most interested in Lythene when she was introduced.

Lythene Ryger of Willow Wood

Fifteen years old with strawberry blonde hair and honey brown eyes

The great-niece of Lady Mya Ryger, wife of beloved Uncle Simon, which means that Lythene is... 1st cousin once or twice removed from @selfproclaimedunicorn's Cassana and @darkwolf76's Deidre (who are Mya's granddaughters in Maiden.)

Her mother is Lady Jocelyn Stokeworth. Her great-aunt (if I do math right), Samantha, was poisoned by Androw Farman, as he was jealous of Rhaena's ladies/girlfriends.

Lythene is a bubbly personality who is the kind of self-confident girl you met when you were 15 that seemed to know everything about everybody but not in a bad-gossip way, just in a 'I hear and know things and people just tend to tell me a lot of stuff'.

She's a proud Riverlander, and House Ryger is the southern neighbor of House Strong along the shores of the God's Eye. They're the first 'county' when crossing from the Crownlands into the Riverlands. Lythene is well versed in Rivertongue, and it is spoken at home.

While Lythene is pretty mature for her age/aware of what's up, she does harbor a romantic and fanciful heart, which I think is why she found a kinship with Abby when they met at the birthday/betrothal feast. I think she's a bit of a know-it-all but in charming sort of way as she tends to be the leader of the pack even though she might be one of the younger ones.

Her knowledge of familial politics is not an accident. Given her heritage and the ties of her family into House Targaryen and politics, as well as the proximity to King's Landing, Westerosi Politics have been hammered into her.

She's a peacemaker, well trained in being a hostess and definitely has more practice at is, since she's the only daughter of her house and thus used to hosting alongside her mother. (I've been wondering around relating her to the Baratheons but not sure yet).

Bonus Trivia: Lythene's grandmother is Lady Lena Lothston. The Lothstons and Stokeworths, canonically, are quite close to each other. Post Dance of Dragons, Falena Stokeworth marries Lucas Lothston and they're given Harrenhal (Falena was Aegon IV's first mistress).

Lythene Ryger of Willow Wood had drawn her into the shy gaggle of maidens who were standing expectantly along the edge of the dance floor, trading glances across the room at the lords and Abby had noticed the looks they’d thrown in Aemond’s direction. Lady Lythene was five and ten, soft featured with honey brown eyes, her strawberry blonde hair woven with strands of river pearls in the common half knot coil that was stylish in the Riverlands.

“If Lord Yorick were here, none of these men would have a chance to win tomorrow,” Melony Piper said, all dark hair and more freckles than one could count. “My sister says he was the most fearsome knight not so long ago.”

“Psh,” Lythene rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows Ser Gwayne is a force to be reckoned with. Besides, Lord Yorick never leaves Runestone and if he did, Lord Borros would throw a fit.” She looked smug with the knowledge imparted and whatever look on Abby’s face seemed to spur her on. She leaned in. “Lord Yorick is married to Lord Borros’ younger sister with a son of their own. Should Lady Elenda not have a son, it’s said his sister may push one of her son’s claims to Storm’s End.”

As one, their eyes swiveled in the direction of Cassandra Baratheon, perfectly coiffed, and everything the daughter of a Lord Paramount would be. Raven hair wild as storm clouds around her bare shoulders, her golden dress sparkling in the dancing torchlight with an opal the size of Abby’s fist nestled in the hollow of her throat. Abby’s hands twitched, smoothing over the cloud of blue and green silk organza, the golden dragons and weirwood leaves embroidered over her bodice.

A warm hand touched her wrist and Abby met the gentle, honey eyes of Lythene, who smiled up at her. “Tá cuma álainn ort, a bhean,” she said softly while the others tittered. It took Abby a moment to register the words, “you look beautiful, my lady”, and Abby smiled shyly.

“Go raibh maith agat,” she thanked her and Lythene bit her lip as if holding back a chuckle.

“Agat,” she pronounced softly, the inflection different. “A little closer to got, and less like goat.”

Her cheeks burned and she repeated it softly and Lythene took her hand, squeezing it. “I can’t imagine you get to practice with many people here in the South,” she laughed, a tinkling like bells that drew the attention of other men.

[floralhuqzz]

Sexual tension (Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader) smut

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Warning: smut, degradation, choking, petnames, virgin reader,, DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18🔞

🦇author: the edit thats in this post is not mine,, all credits to crystalcaskle on tiktok!!! :) I also apologize if theres any misspelled words english is not my first language!

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I woke up around 7 am when i decided to make myself some breakfast before i start streaming,, ive started youtube 1 year ago, around that time when i met Johnnie. Ive been living with him and Jake for the past 3 months and honestly its been going pretty good.

“whatcha’ making?”

“oh god dont scare me like that!” i slightly punch him in the shoulder

“sorry sorry.. it smells really good” he puts his arm around my shoulder and i blush.. i had a crush on him since when we first met

“you want some pancakes?” i look at him

“yeah, thanks” he pats my head, making my hair look like a mess

“i hate you” i roll my eyes

“you love me” he laughs as he sits down

‘i do..” i thought to myself

i make some coffee and more pancakes as i sit down next to Johnnie.

“are you doing something after?” he asks me while he keeps eating his pancakes

“yeah..i have to stream right now,, but im free afterwards” i smile

“wanna go out?” he finally looks at me,, he looked so beautiful,, his blue beautiful eyes.. his makeup he forgot to take off before bed that somehow still looked good on him.

“yeah..i would love to” i smile a little

i stand up

“i better go now, ill see you in 2 hours johnnie” i smile as i walk to my room

1 hour later*

i started streaming and i decided to react to some videos that my followers sent me,, they were usually sending edits of me or they will even sometimes send me memes. They all kinda supposed i had a crush on Johnnie, i just didn’t want to say anything just yet. They will sometimes send me edits of Johnnie and see my face turning red.

As one of my followers sent me this edit

When i watched that edit i said something that i will be definitely regretting later

“i volunteer..*cough* i mean what?..” i laugh

“WHAT DID SHE SAY” “DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT?” “SHE JUST SAID I VOLUNTEER” “TELL ME THAT SOMEONE CLIPPED THAT”

“chat you are all crazy” i laughed

after another hour i decided to end the stream as i said my goodbyes

i walk to the living room as i see Johnnie sitting on the couch looking a bit serious

“you okay there?” i chuckle

“i need to talk to you”

oh no.

“yeah what is it?”

“mind explaining me this?” he shows me a clip of my reaction to that one edit on my stream

"oh um." i blush as i look away

"hm?" he stands up and walks towards me "cat got your tongue?"

i didnt say anything. i just stared at the floor

"i asked you something" he puts his hand on my chin

"it- it was just a joke, you know?" i chuckle awkwardly as i felt like i was about to pass out from embarassment

"it didnt seem like a joke to me" he stares at me

"yeah umm..." i start to walk back as he started to walk towards me, almost like trying to intimidate me

"whats wrong?" he smirks

"n-nothing" i finally bump into the wall behind me

"if you wanted to get fucked by me you couldve just said so"

"w-what?"

"dont play dumb"

"i-im no-" he grabs my neck

"lying to me wont get you anywhere" he stares at my shirt as he starts to put his hand inside my shirt

"j-johnnie what are y-" i could literally feel my heart beat racing by the second

"dont tell me you dont want this” he now started to kiss my neck

i felt like i was literally about to pass out from how hot i was in that moment. i couldn’t believe this was actually happening,,

“come here” he picks me up in bride style and sets up on walking to his bedroom,, he opens the door and throws me to his bed as he climbs on top of me

“fuck,, i wanted this for so long..” he starts to take off my shirt,, i felt hot between my legs

he started to kiss my stomach going down my hips. he slowly took off my pants and threw them on the floor

“johnnie wait!” he stops

“whats wrong? did i go too far??” he looks at me worried

“no no…its just that…its my first time..” i blush

“oh…” he smirks “ill make you feel good alright baby?,, you just have to trust me with this okay? can you do that for me?” he caresses my thigh. i nod as he then continued what he was doing earlier. he starts to kiss my chest going down my stomach, and finally reaching down to my panties.

“can i?” he started to kiss my inner thigh

“mhm” i nod

he slowly started to take off my panties as he then began to slowly eat me out. I’ve never in my life had been touched this way by anyone,, and knowing that the first person to take away my virginity was johnnie, it relieved me. i started to whimper as he suddenly started to go faster. his tongue was reaching all the right spots.

“fuck-“ i whimper as i felt him moan, sending vibrations to my core which gave me even more pleasure. i look down as i see him staring at me as he kept eating me out “johnnie fuck i-“ i moan

“come on baby, be a good girl and cum on my face” him calling me a ‘good girl’ sent me shivers down my spine.

“oh god oh god oh god-“ i throw my head back as i came

johnnie looks at me and caresses my thighs once again.

“you did so good baby..” he gets up and starts to kiss me. I see him unbuckling his pants.

“do you want this?” he asks

“yes…yes i do” i was so turned on by now that the only thing i wanted was him..and only him

“you will have to beg for it or ill leave you like this…needy…and you dont want that right princess?” he smirks

“n-no…” fuck he knew what he was doing. He waits for me to continue

“p-please johnnie..” i whimper as he lined himself to my entrance

“you can do better than that..” he looks at me dead in the eyes

“please johnnie i want your dick inside of me..” i beg,, i felt so embarrassed but turned on at the same time

“thats a good girl” he gets inside of my without a warning as i moaned from the sudden feeling

“for how long you’ve wanted this y/n? hm? tell me.” he began to move

“for a l-long time..” i moan, it felt like i was on cloud nine

He started to thrust harder and faster,, i felt like i was about to cum.

“j-johnnie i-im~” i whimpered and he put his hand on my leg and place it on his shoulder for better access which made the feeling 100 times better

“i know baby i know…fuck y-you feel amazing” he thrusted faster, “come on princess cum with me…” he moaned as we both cummed. We started to breath heavily,, with our hair sticking to our foreheads because of the sweat,, messy hair and red face but he still looked beautiful

“youre absolutely gorgeous..” i blush at his sudden comment

“i dont know if this is the right time but…i really like you..” he confesses

“i like you too johnnie…ive liked you for a very long time..” i smile at him as he kisses my forehead and we both fall asleep in each others arms.

[ranfordgallus]

I have...a guilt thats been on my mind for months now and i have to spill it all out so i could finally feel some peace maybe...this is also kind of a vent so..yk

...FUCK, i feel so embarrassed and...a bit ashamed, 1 year ago i got this...HUUUGGGEEE hatred for proshippers, nd i mean...not tht i feel sympathetic for them i still do not fuck with those weirdos and im a weirdo myself so thats sayin something...but that hatred boiled over me so much i started harassing them alot and tell my insta followers to report them..i mean..i dont...exactly feel bad for that but i do feel bad for not minding my own business

Instead of me being calm and..yk just block the person while having a stink face, i just got too angry and just sent threats to them, majority of proshippers that ive met are usually young people who are influenced by..yk the internet of those who do these stuff as a coping mechanism (though, i dont think its a good way to cope and justifying it as a coping mechanism doesnt excuse or make you free of consequence or judgement, i feel like proshipping makes your mental health worse as people hate on you and..idk i feel like romanticizing trauma isnt healthy in general..anyway back on topic) and...i just.. don't get it, or didnt get it

Now ive changed and, i still hate darkshippers and proshippers they can go fuck themselves honestly, if they get hated I wouldn't care less because its your own consequences for posting that shit in public instead of keeping it to yourself, in private...but i still feel guilty for sending threats instead of trying to be calm, understanding what they're going through, and talk through it when they have a conversation with me (only applies to people who use it as a coping mechanism or is a young person, because people who do this for fun isnt worth talking through)

This hatred back then was a cause from my own experience, how proshippers influenced my mind and..led to me making terrible decisions and thoughts that costed my mental health, granted i was too young to be in the internet but still.. i still feel guilt for harassing them instead just blocking their asses, could've saved so much stress to me

And have been feeling this guilt and embarrassment for a year not knowing how to get it out and be honest, but here i m typing it out..and i feel alot better now that i finally released this feeling in me thats been building up so much

Edit: ykw i do feel bad actually for the proshippers that i harassed that never came up to me and sent people to report them, i was too angry to care but the more i change the more i felt really bad for them, i really shouldnt use my following to attack other people, that was really immature of me honestly