#this is just begging ppl to never interact with you again

[sak-supernatural]

God, imagine being so up your own ass that you’re mad that someone likes/saves/reposts (or all of the above) your content. Sorry you hate joy 🤷

I don’t know what could be better than someone going through my page and liking everything. As long as it’s not spam comments (that’s called harassment, don’t do that) then why be a dick about someone liking your stuff??? I seriously can’t understand people like this. Also FYI I am absolutely open to spam likes and reblogs (go on, test it out).

It’s easy to get lost in someone’s page on tt, to just like and scroll as if you were in your fyp. Even then sometimes multiple videos from the same creator show up in quick succession. It’s not meant in bad faith. I see something I like, I double tap, and ❤️. If I really like I might even add to favourites.

If it’s a notification thing, just mute that person, and why do you have notifications on for tt, or any social media? If you think they’re doing it solely to annoy you, they are 99.9999% likely not, and what malice in your heart makes you think that?

People who act like this, get over yourselves! Be happy others are liking what you’re creating and engaging with it. I can’t believe this has to be said.

[wstviewvidal]

pas de deux- w. maximoff

summary: who knew a four year old could be your wingman

pairing: rich!wanda x r

a/n: hi beautiful ppl! second part of dc is here! i have nothing to say except we love valerie

dirty cash masterlist

next part

minors do not interact

it’s been two weeks since the word spill incident— as your friend likes to call it. two weeks since wanda maximoff has occupied your mind like an uninvited guest you can’t get rid of. two weeks of face-palming yourself after replaying the conversation you two had at the bar.

your friend definitely hasn’t let you live it down either. you two were on a call a few days ago where she decided it was the perfect time to remind you that you were an idiot and how you practically told wanda that her organization was terrible and didn’t serve a true purpose— and she was right.

part of you wishes you could find a way to reach out to her to apologize and make amends, but the other part of you feels she’s already forgotten about you and your foolish remarks. maybe that was the truth— maybe wanda had already forgotten about you.

you shake off the overwhelming thoughts and take in a deep breath before you exit your car with the bouquet of pink flowers from the passenger seat. tonight wasn’t about you or your overthinking— it was about your niece. valerie had been begging you to come to her ballet recital for weeks, and how could you say no to the curly haired girl with big brown eyes and an overly convincing pout?

so, here you were for the little girl with a bouquet just about the same size as her.

you weren’t much of a ballet or theater kid growing up, but your niece had a true love for the stage— the dramatics of it all and who were you to not support her? her enthusiasm for the art had been unexpected, but you couldn’t help but admire her for it.

your niece is the light of your life and you often find yourself always agreeing to whatever she asks. she has you wrapped around her tiny finger, not that you mind.

the auditorium is buzzing with chatter and excitement as you get in line alongside parents to enter the theater. you glance around and smile softly while holding the flowers close— this isn’t your crowd, but the reminder that it’s for your niece is what pushes you through.

while the line inches forward, you put your phone on do not disturb. heels click behind you as you replay the last time you came to her performance. you don’t pay mind to the sound that’s getting closer until you feel a soft tap on your left shoulder.

you turn around and low and behold is the woman who’s lived in your mind for the past two weeks, wanda.

your eyes widen just the slightest bit and wanda grins at your surprised expression. “and here i was thinking i’d never see you again,” she says, light laughter filling the air between you two.

you blush almost instantly and smile widely at her, “wanda! hi, how are you? what are you doing here?”

wanda subtly looks you over, admiring your casually put together outfit, “i’m better now that i’m seeing you,” you try to hide an even deeper blush, “this is one of the schools that my company sponsors— we help out with the after school programs. i wanted to come out and see the recital.”

wanda speaks with pride, something you’ve grown to admire about her—her genuine love for what she does. maybe you were wrong in doubting her and her company.

wanda looks down to the flowers in your hands and tilts her head in curiosity, “do you always carry around bouquets this big or is there someone special here tonight?”

“my niece is performing, i promised her i’d be here. she’s the only one who can boss me around and get away with it.” you gesture to the pink flowers in your hand and laugh a bit.

nodding along with a warm grin, she admires the flowers, “that’s really sweet. not everyone gets an adult like that in their lives.”

nodding to her statement as the line moves forward into the seating area and you turn to wanda, “you could sit with me if you’d like.”

you try to extend an olive branch to the businesswoman, the soft look in your eyes is making it impossible for wanda to say no.

“if that’s alright with you,” she follows alongside you to a seat in the middle of the auditorium.

what wanda didn’t tell you is that she normally has a specific reserved spot during these events in case she has to leave earlier than expected.

but sitting with you seems much nicer.

as the house lights begin to dim, wanda leans over and gestures to the flowers. “here, let me hold them and i’ll hand them back when you need them.”

you smile gratefully and hand them over to wanda with a soft thank you.

the classical track plays on the speakers and you can see the small children with their tutus filing in stage. your niece isn’t hard to spot, fourth from the right. you beam with pride as she spots you in the audience after scanning up and down for her aunt. wanda gazes at you with a flicker of admiration as you clap and cheer for the little girl who is dancing.

“there she is. that one’s mine, valerie,” you point to the small brunette with the slightly crooked bun and impossibly large grin plastered on her face.

she follows your direction, then turning back to you. wanda’s gaze lingers— not on your niece, but on you. there’s something in the way you light up when you watch the little girl that catches wanda off guard.

“beautiful.” she murmurs, so low you barely catch what she says.

perhaps wanda was foolish to think that of you already. maybe this is the reason she always finds herself in relationships with people who never truly see her for who she is— just what she can bring to the table.

or maybe it’s the way you treat wanda like a person worth getting to know that has her gravitating towards you. the way you lit up for your niece caught wanda off guard. she couldn’t remember the last time her heart rate sped up that fast at the sight of someone’s smile.

as the show comes to a close, the small children bow and wave to their respective adults. you turn to wanda with a laugh, “those kids are so much more entertaining than an actual professional dancers.”

wanda nods along with a chuckle, standing up with the bouquet, “oh, i absolutely agree. should we go find her?”

you nod and stand up after wanda, “yes please,” you tilt your head with a subtle teasing grin at wanda, “would you like to meet her?”

wanda’s heart beats a bit faster and she finds herself agreeing before she can even consider saying no. the softness in your voice and the way you tilt your head makes it hard to decline. so you two stand in the foyer as she holds the flowers while you scan for your niece.

the little girl comes out with a grin that almost covers her whole face, “auntie!” the little girl jumps into your arms and hugs you.

wanda observes the scene in front of her with loving eyes, the scene rich. she’s holding the flowers with a firm grip, like someone would come by and snatch them from her. why is she nervous to meet a four year old?

she has no idea, but she does know that her heart is racing.

maybe she’s already found herself in too deep way too early.

the little girl turns to wanda with a shy expression, giving a nervous wave as you introduce wanda to her.

“this is wanda,” you gesture to the taller woman next to you, “she’s our friend.”

wanda crouches down to your niece’s height with a friendly smile, “hi miss valerie,” she says softly, “you did amazing! you were the true star of the show.”

that won your niece over. she giggles and begins blabbering to wanda about how much she practiced and enjoyed getting ready. wanda is actively listening and conversing with the small girl, giving her complete attention to the tiny ballerina. it surprises you how easily the two have fallen into a comfortable conversation.

wanda’s eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments and you two smile warmly. there’s something unspoken there— something warm and genuine that lingers between the two of you.

your niece grabs wanda’s hand, “are you coming with us to dinner?” her big brown eyes looking up at wanda with a small pleading expression.

wanda hesitates for a second and looks over to you with a nervous look, while you laugh at the scene in front of you. “i told you she’s hard to say no to.”

the three of you arrive to a italian restaurant and wanda holds the door open for you two, her hand on the small of your back as she ushers you two inside while you hold the tiny girl’s hand. you’re sat in a booth, wanda across from the two of you who is enjoying talking to your niece about her favorite class and four year old drama.

“she’s normally a super shy kid,” you whisper to wanda in awe as the little girl is momentarily distracted with a breadstick.

wanda watches the little girl with a warm look in her eye then turns to you, “she’s like her aunt, hard to resist.”

you chuckle and playfully roll your eyes, turning back to the little girl to fix the small curls that have popped out of her bun. the warmth in wanda’s words make your heart flutter.

you three eat over a family style italian meal and when the waitress comes back to ask if you’d like dessert, you go to say no— but wanda turns to valerie with a sneaky grin.

“val, you want some cake?” wanda has a playful smirk. valerie’s eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically, the fallen out curls moving with her.

you turn to wanda with mock seriousness, “wanda, you’re spoiling her.”

immediately and with an almost flirtatious tone, wanda quips, “only fair if i spoil you too, don’t you think?”

that stumps you. you blush slightly and try to play it off by looking elsewhere, but the teasing smirk on wanda’s face tells you that she noticed the flush.

after dessert, your niece falls asleep on your lap while you converse with wanda.

“she really likes you,” you say to wanda quietly as you look down to the brown haired girl in your lap, “i’m surprised she warmed up to you so quickly.”

a blush forms on wanda’s face, ever so faint that you almost miss it— almost.

“and her aunt? what about her?”

wanda’s low questioning tone brings a heat up to your cheeks that you so desperately wish wanda can’t see. the question catches you off guard, but you force yourself to meet wanda’s gaze, “maybe,” you say with a smirk, but your voice came out much softer thank intended.

there’s something in the way the two of you look at each other— something beyond whatever it is you two thought you had.

the waitress comes back with the check and you reach to your purse for your wallet, but wanda beats you to it and hands the check back to the waitress before you can even protest.

you look at wanda and speak with an exasperated sigh, “why did you pay? i was going to.” you partly feel guilty that wanda paid when it felt that you were the one who dragged her along.

wanda shrugs with nonchalance as she starts cleaning the table, “why not? you deserve a night out and so does the baby.”

wanda’s nonchalance and the way she’s taking charge surprises you, but you’re not hating it. there’s something comforting in the way she’s taking care of the two of you.

you still feel partly guilty and begin to help wanda pick up the table, “is there anything i can do to pay you back? i feel bad that we dragged you out with us, i’m sure you had other plans.”

wanda laughs and waves her hand dismissively, “you didn’t drag me, i chose to come with. and as for paying me back..”

wanda has a look in her eyes that only spells trouble and it makes you nervous, “my company is having a dinner next month. would you like to be my plus one?”

you’re caught off guard but just as you go to respond, the waitress comes back with the receipt.

“your daughter is the cutest thing, you two must be so proud. have a great night!” the waitress picks up the plates and moves on before you can ever correct her.

you look over at wanda and laugh a little bit, “sorry.” you pick up the sleeping girl in your arms and the two of you walk out to your respective cars.

wanda walks you to your car with a light hand behind your back, making sure you carry valerie safely as she checks the road for cars. the streetlights cast a soft glow over the parking lot, wanda’s protective instincts surprising you in the best way.

just as you two stop in front of your car, your niece wakes up and realizes it’s time to go.

“is auntie wanda leaving us now?” her tiny voice laced with tiredness as she reaches for wanda.

wanda is caught off guard with valerie’s words but works quickly to grab the little girl whose tiny hands are grabbing for her, “yeah, honey, i’m taking off. maybe if your auntie is sweet enough, we can go out to eat again.”

wanda takes a peek at you from behind valerie’s head with a playful pout. you nod softly to her silent request to see each other again. you admire the scene in front of you, the way wanda’s rocking the little girl in her arms and gazing at the four year old with pure joy.

wanda works quickly to get valerie in her car seat that is in the backseat of your car before she wakes up again.

she turns to you with a new look in her eyes, something comforting and touching. “she’s the sweetest thing, you know that? a lot like you.”

you giggle and roll your eyes, “whatever you say, wanda.”

you lean on your car and eye wanda as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket, “i meant what i said in there,” she gestures back to the restaurant, “i want you to come to the dinner with me. i promise it won’t be like the last time.”

at the mention of the past event, you groan as you put your phone number into her phone, “stop bringing it up.”

wanda laughs, a sound you are growing to love. “seriously though. i want you there with me.”

the way she says it, the way she looks at you with soft eyes, it all makes you giddy inside.

“i’ll see you,” wanda says as she puts her phone back into her pocket, giving you a warm smile before she turns back to begin walking to her car.

you watch wanda leave to her car from inside your own with a grin. just before you take off, you can hear your little girl from the back, “auntie, your girlfriend is really nice. i like her.”

you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. you mentally thank valerie for convincing wanda to come to dinner with you two.

“she’s not my girlfriend, val,” you laugh at your niece’s assumption that you and wanda were dating.

she lets out a soft yawn and holds one of her stuffed animals close to her chest as she sits in your backseat, “but she could be.”

looking in your rear view mirror at your niece, you can’t help but be surprised at her words. how could a four year old possibly know about this stuff? you fight the urge to press your niece further about her knowledge, but decide against it.

arriving home, you carefully pull your niece out of her car seat and take her to your bed to sleep until her parents pick her up later. you press a small kiss to her forehead and let out a soft sigh at the memory of the conversation in the car.

staring at wanda’s contact as you sit on the couch, you can’t help but replay the day’s events over and over. the way she was gentle with valerie, the way she looked at you and took care of the both of you, and the small bashful smile she had when she asked you to be her plus one.

you type and erase several different messages until you decide on a fairly simple one to send to wanda.

thank you for tonight. valerie really likes you

you hit send and place your phone down before you choose to not send anything at all.

not even a whole minute passes before your phone buzzes with a new message.

she’s adorable.. just like her aunt

you bite your lip to keep from smiling like a fool at her text. her reply is short, but you can already hear her voice as if she was saying it out loud. she sends another text before you get the chance to type something out.

seriously, though. thank you for allowing me to tag along. i loved it. i really hope you’ll think about being my plus one next month

you mentally envision yourself with wanda, your stomach doing flips at the thought of you being by her all night. her gentle demeanor and hand guiding you through the night makes you smile foolishly.

i’ll think about it, i promise. goodnight, wanda

you type out the response and hit send quickly before you get the chance to talk yourself out of it.

goodnight, you

maybe your niece was onto something.

[locomoqo]

just one night

— samuel seo x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, p in v (samuel puts you in full nelson), cunnilingus, nipple play, possessive sex, he slaps your kitty, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, public sex (?), unprotected, toxic rs

A/N: this is for all my ppl who rq'd samuel smut and also i kindaaa went overboard (2.4k wc) with this bc i was listening to house of cards and a bunch of the weeknd songs🥸

You and Samuel's relationship, to put it lightly, had always been a roller coaster. Sure, you had your happy moments, but they never lasted long before you were fighting over something. And when you weren't fighting, you both became ghosts to each other—minimal interactions, going to bed with your backs turned. You tried to end things multiple times, and Samuel let it happen. Because one thing Samuel knew for certain was that you'd always come back.

The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.

But this time was different.

This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.

So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.

Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.

That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.

Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.

"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.

“You…” Samuel breathed out.

“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?

Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.

Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.

“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.

“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.

“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.

A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”

“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.

Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.

Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."

You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.

"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.

Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."

Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.

Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.

He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.

Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again. 

But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.

Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.

It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.

He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.

Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.

“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.

The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.

He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.

This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.

The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.

You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.

“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.

Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.

Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock. 

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.

The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point

You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again. 

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.

“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.

“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.

“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank. 

You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.

You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.

Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.

The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[tojisprettywife]

{note: been heavily thinking about Manager! Nanami. again, y’all know, not proof read. so some hcs, mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. first time writing for him 😵‍💫. yes most ppl, think he’s confident, and all that, i beg to differ. he seriously seems like he’d try not so hard to be obvious especially when he tries to court you.i hope it’s okay.}

🌷manager! nanami, who never even paid much attention while you joined the team as the new intern. since he hates his corporate job so much, would he even pay attention?.

🌷manager! nanami who later that week, finds himself staring as your hips sway in a tight skirt, as you walk in front of him, heading to a meeting. he quickly composes himself, to maintain professionalism and ethics. as the meeting gets started, 40 minutes into, you had to present something. suddenly, his focus is completely on you, he tries to tone it down a bit? in order you don’t feel self conscious about yourself. he’s completely zoning out, the only thing he knows is that you’re infront of him. not a single word you’re saying or what’s going on in that point of time you were presenting, registered to him.

🌷manager! nanami who as the meeting comes to an end, he tries to take his time, collecting his papers, files, so he can walk back with you to the department.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help thinking of all kinds of scenarios, especially ones where you and him, get into empty conference room to sneak in hugs and kisses or maybe more… if you’re down.. later..

🌷manager! nanami who calls you into his cabin, just so he can try to talk to, have a small talk, get closer and preferably wants to get to know you after work, personally. he terribly fails since he can’t gather his courage to talk to you properly w/o feeling like a creep or making awkward

🌷manager! nanami who as soon as he gets to know there’s a business trip, picks you as his partner to go with, in the name of “teaching/mentoring” only to court and know you better.

🌷manager nanami who loves when you and him get on a crowded elevator bc he gets to be so so so close to him, his chest pressing against yours “I’m sorry, it’s a bit too crowded today” he genuinely apologizes but he can’t help like it all too much.

🌷manager! nanami whose eyes are on the buttons of your shirt on your bust, imagining how it’s underneath, but he snaps back to his senses, his eyes looking into yours again, as you speak.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help stare at your lips, as you speak, wanting to know how it’d feel against his, how you’d taste and most of all how pretty it’d be around his….

🌷manager! nanami who thought his life was too dull, too boring, with your sudden appearance it’s all more vibrant and beautiful. he finds himself thinking like a teenager, trying every way to get close to you w/o making it obvious

🌷manager! nanami who compliments you when you do your work well or when you present well, which causes the rest of the department to gossip a little “maybe he likes you, y/n”, you wave your hand and laugh it off.

🌷manager! nanami who does in fact pay special attention to you, offering you rides home, randomly buying you snacks. “i thought you’d like this”

🌷manager! nanami who looks forward everyday to get to work, bc he gets to see you.

🌷manager! nanami who tries to brush shoulders each time you walk beside him.

🌷manager! nanami who pathetically tries to hide it all, without knowing how obvious he’s being.

🌷manager! nanami who is head over hells for you.

🌷manager! nanami who fell in love for the first time, with you.

(any sort of interaction is very much appreciated! :) )

[foreverautumn89]

@miwiromantics

Also can I just say that I hate the anti-Jonathan fans with a passion because they're awful people in general? And they like seriously remind me of the townspeople of Hawkins? Like exactly like them? They are them and its so funny they don't even realize how they act exactly like them but they hate the Hawkins townspeople. And Jonathan is their Eddie Munson. Think about it. They don't understand him. They don't try to. They believe lies others have made up about him even though the truth is right in front of them. They make him out to be a monster when really hes a hero and been a good guy all along. They ignore all the goods hes done, but hyper focus on bad things hes done. Bad things btw that they've spun their own narrative on.

But back to Jonathan and the anti-Jonathan ppl specifically: They care only about looks and appearances and no matter how horrible you are and how many bad things you've done, if you're hot enough to them, you're forgiven automatically-no matter how awful you were. Actually in some cases they even claim that the character in question never did anything wrong to begin with even though its clearly not true. Meanwhile, Jonathan who has been a good guy all his life and did one thing wrong that they make out to be something it wasn't, is evil and a monster and worse than Vecna a serial killing child abuser. And in fact-they even like Vecna. Talking about how hot he is and justifying his actions because ''his mom was mean to him''. They even defend VECNA over Jonathan. VECNA. Because why? Because hes hot and hes sexy and powerful. But Jonathan? eww.

They support Jonathan's abuse. They support him being abused by his father as a child and being locked in a trunk and thrown around. Saying he deserved much worse. They support Joyce treating him badly and think she should be worse to him. They justify him being bullied and tortured by people and claim his bully was the victim in it. They take the sides of people who have tortured him in the past. They make up lies about him to make him look like a monster. Things they know not to be true. And then back each other up on it even though we ALL saw what really happened. They have said he is worse than Vecna multiple times said he's worse than a child abusing serial killer.

Let's not forget Jonathan was abused and bullied and tortured all his life and those people have said many times that he deserves a lot worse. Cheering on his death. Cheering on Vecna torturing him and doing horrible things to him. Cheering on the idea of people hurting this abused tortured child even worse. Making up fanfiction to satisfy their desire to see him 'put in his place' and making the other characters like Nancy and the kids and everyone be their mouth pieces.

Why are we begging for those people to come to our side again? Even if they did realize that Jonathan wasn't the monster they paint him to be and start attacking other characters instead-I don't want that. i don't want people like that over here on Jonathan's side and I have to interact with people like that and then they're making other characters out to be monsters so we Jonathan fans look like trash. Hell to the no. They can stay in their own filth. I dont want them around me. It's bad enough we're already in the same fanbase thats close enough for me thank you.

And I don't want to hear from anybody else reading this Damn its just a show they're just characters. I get that. The issue is these peoples mentality. Jonathan is a character, but the people in their real lives are not. They look at a bullied abuse victim and can't see any good in him only see the bad and make up bad things about him and treat it as the truth so they can justify their cruelty. They make up lies to justify hating him and wanting to see him abused-they're this vile to a *fictional* character imagine how they treat abuse/bullied victims in real life.

[virtuepoint]

hello! val again (also writing for yuchan @mymontage & saebi @jennysaykwa, but this is a sideblog so all shenanigans will be coming from yuchan’s name… sorry) and presenting 2/3: han seowon, sodapop’s main vocalist 1 aka nation’s bf… begging the questions, what does it mean to be a sheep? what does it mean to be a shepherd? like this post to plot, and i’ll send you a message! ims and discord are both ok!

seowon knew from the moment that he gained consciousness in this life that he wants to be somebody that people love. this is an ambition that burns bright and never seems to go away, so his parents had no choice but to just go along w it. sorry!

he took singing classes first, and then it’s dance classes, and then he’s enrolled into an idol academy. was so committed to becoming an idol that he basically ditched his friends from highschool in the process. none of his friendships ever ended badly tho, it’s just… he’s here and there and then he’s gone.

spends most of his years growing up in that idol academy, and then he’s finally a ydh trainee! around those corners, he was locked in and expected a two year training period to turn into four or something, but ydh tells him and a lineup of trainees that they’re going to debut. seowon is ecstatic, ofc… he’s so excited to show himself and finally be loved for what he’s good at!

fast forward. he is loved for what he’s good at, but it’s not his voice or his dance. it’s his personality– the way he treats people around him, his love for his fans. ydh noticed this, and says. seowon, honey, you got to amp up this personality by 928393838%.

has the special power of making you feel like the most important person in the room whenever you’re talking. when you’re close to him, though, you’ll notice that he’s a flaky friend. maybe it’s how busy he is, but do you even know him at all above the idol image?

above everything, seowon is lonely. he doesn’t do this shit on purpose! he’s just so committed to what he does and it’s gonna come back to bite him in the ass.

wcs

surface level friends. he’s currently the mc for mcountdown, and he had a ton of mc gigs so seowon’s probably a familiar face to your muse! i’d love for interactions backstage, stumbling upon him at a cafe near the midas labels building, etc!

in that same vein, i’d really love coworkers! mc partners, etc, etc…

a real friend, or friendsssszzzz?? seowon, honest to god, doesn’t even know who he truly is. i’d love for a bestie connection to help him (and also me…) figure out who he is when his walls are down and this idol image isn’t holding him back. he’s vulnerable to you and shares his struggles! i also think he gives u really, really good advice in return.

ppl from his highschool would be fun too!! a friend who he sort of ghosted and they’re trying to catch him… or a friend who’s upset bc of this… like. oh ok so u don’t even view me as a close friend when u can discard me easily like this

seowon sees u eating chicken once and he’s like. damn they must rly like chicken! taking notes. and then on a special occasion to celebrate u he pulls up to u w a whole rotisserie chicken.

ppl w unrequited feelings for seowon… not only that he’s too committed and won’t even see you as a choice, he’s also stupid as fuck! if ur muse needs rejection, hmu…

[delusinaldreamer19]

Vent/Rant incoming. Feel free to disregard.

(But also maybe don’t, idk)

Something that’s become apparent to me as I’ve posted more frequently on Ao3 is just how disheartening it can be to feel like I’m performing for a silent crowd.

Dgmw, it is very much that I am just a sensitive & insecure person by nature. (I’m incredibly embarrassed abt posting this, but again, just venting.) And its not that I’m trying to directly beg for ppl to read and comment on my works, but I am sort of…indirectly doing that.

I just can’t help but feel a bit like ‘what am I doing wrong?’ I’ve both intentionally and unintentionally written a decently wide verity of fanfics for Kuro, whether it’s shorter oneshots or longer multi chapter fics, as well as tonally with things being funny, sad, mysterious, contemplative. I try and pay attention to what gets the most interaction so that I know what people are most interested in reading. But even with doing that, I can’t really tell. Like I want to write stuff that people enjoy reading, but it sometimes feels impossible to tell if I’m doing that.

(Pls excuse me, I’m about to start very much complaining)

I don’t even know why I tend to feel that way, I’ve got six stories posted and half have over 1000 hits (two that are over 2000 hits). But again, I’m a horrifically insecure person with an adhd brain that never shuts up.

I know that I’m doing nothing but preaching to the choir when I say ‘authors really want you to comment on their works!!’ And it’s not that I don’t ever get comments (and I swear that I am extremely thankful for each one despite how what I’m about to say sounds), but I just feel like the nature of them is what gets to me sometimes.

I put a lot of time and effort into my stories (despite how quickly I’ve been updating), and I work really hard to write things that are well thought out, interesting, and while I don’t write smut (as of now), mature. I’ll look in other stories comment sections to see what other ppl have said about works that I’ve enjoyed, and I’ll see questions and commentary about specific things that happened in the chapter, and my works just…don’t tend to get a lot of that.

It could very well just be that my neurodivergent brain is upset about not getting that instant gratification, I get that. But I just wanna like- talk to people about my stories. I wanna have discussions about things in Kuro or things that I’ve written. I wanna hear when something I’ve created has garnered any sort of reaction. And because I don’t get a lot of that, my cursed neurodivergent and insecure brain translates it as meaning that I didn’t truly make anything that warranted a reaction.

I’m just incredibly prone to growing obsessive over things like this. I didn’t really ease into writing fanfiction over time, I sort of just hit the ground running and took off. For reference, I quite literally wrote all of my stories (a collective 146,000 words (I added it up cus I was curious)) in JUST this past year.

I’m kinda not sure what I should do. If I need to “work harder” and “do better”, or if I just need to wait for this influx of self doubt to pass. Or even take a small break from writing, which I don’t necessarily want to do since it’s still something that I greatly enjoy. But if that’s advice worth giving in regards to my predicament, then I suppose it warrants being considered.

(inhale) BUT ANYWAYS, that’s the end of my little vent session. As I said in the beginning, feel free to disregard, or don’t. I could probably use some advice tbh, but don’t want to beg for it. I haven’t had much of an active presence in fandom spaces (or really just active internet presence) for most of my life, so dealing with this sort of thing is still very new to me and I’m not really sure how to navigate it😭.

[skelekin]

Sonic Prime Season 2/Season 1 part 2 thoughts and critiques

Nobody asked but I'm gonna share em anyway, minor spoilers ahead

Stuff I liked:

Shadow. Good god how refreshing it is to see a portrayal of Shadow that isn't one-note and sucks ass. his voice is closer to his original SA2 depiction, him beating the snot out of Sonic isn't entirely unprompted and random, and honestly his scenes may have carried this entire season. The interactions he has with Sonic are also fantastic and oooogghh gay

Sonic!! I'll be honest I really have a hard time understanding ppl's issues with his characterization here; he's a naive, impulsive, rebellious teenager that wants to see the good in the world. I like that I actually get to see him make mistakes, jump to conclusions, and be scared or sad. This is the kind of thing I feel like ppl have been ASKING for from him so I don't quite get the pushback

Nine is great as ever, definitely a highlight of this entire series and he could possibly end up having one of the best character arcs in the franchise

Chaos Sonic!!!!! Wowie what a fun dude, his segments made me smile the most

Animation is once again super bouncy and fluid with dynamic shots, you can tell action is this team's bread and butter (to a fault at times, but I'll get to that later)

Stuff I didn't like:

Good GOD is the pacing bad. Honestly I think it might be worse than season 1, there were so many times where I thought to myself "nothing is happening", and desperately wished they used the little time they had per episode to flesh characters out or have some more world building.

On that, as great as the action animation is, these scenes easily take up two thirds of each episode and it gets very, very boring after a while. It becomes difficult to appreciate them when they seem to just never end. There were so many times when I would become relieved when they finally took a pause, only for that relief to vanish a minute later when the egg council throws out more of the same exact cannon fodder for yet another battle scene

And speaking of the egg council, oooh boy did they get grating. I get this is a kids show, I'm not even expecting like ATLA levels of villains here, but they feel straight from Disney Junior. The concept of eggman cloning himself and having each one represent a different aspect of his psyche is fantastic, but it's completely squandered on one-dimensional tropes that tell literally the same exact jokes word for word, there is nothing intimidating about them

Like I said I desperately kept begging for SOME level of adequate screentime to flesh out the characters and other worlds, but as is, aside from Nine, the other versions of these guys just have One Bit and their worlds again feel ripped from Disney Junior. I was holding out hope that since season 1 had to introduce all of them that season 2 would get to show more, but no. Pirate world where they all go yar har and that's it. Jungle world where they do battle cries and that's it. Despite being the crux of the entire premise of this show they're painfully uninteresting

Where is Shadow!!!!!! What little we see of him is fantastic, too bad he's barely present! They hyped up his elevated appearance so much and seeing him hardly get to do anything was such a let down.

Chaos Sonic, as fun as he was, was only present for one episode. Why

It's very saddening to see this show fall into the recent trap plaguing media aimed at younger audiences where everything is dialed up to 11 nearly All the Time. The samey stock background action music hardly ever stops, once again these guys can't seem to go one minute without punching swarms of copy paste goons, we must keep jingling the keys because how else will we keep kids' attention. I think back to how 4Kids added unecessary music queues to every single action when adapting Sonic X and how much worse it was for it

Overall Prime has been really frustrating because there's so many glimmers of potential on display that get bogged down by the fact that they're just not willing to fully commit to and take any risk on. Idk how much of that is the team's fault, I don't doubt the possibility that higher up the chain some suits are holding their vision back. It just sucks bc I really, REALLY want to like this show more, but I can't really say it's more than just. Okay

I hope season 3 is able to reel it back in

[d3adbutstillpr3tty]

hi, i (unfortunately) stumbled into the larry-sphere very recently w it going viral again after liam passed. i just found ur blog and you seem very level headed!! i agree that it seems more likely than not that l and h were never ‘together’ (even though there are some - nowhere near as many as people parade around, but still some - interactions between them that i side eye). there are two things that confuse me though post-2015 - 

(1) louis’ 2017 video for miss you (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inZzcTXYowY), which includes noticeable inverted pink triangles (which in and of themselves have nothing to do with any hypothetical queer relationship, but they are queer symbols - and they don't just show up once, they're part of the closing shot) and a weird scribbled name at the end which reads like ‘steve’ but the ‘ev’ IS just unclear enough to look like it could be ‘style’ instead

(2) his 2020 video for walls, which parallels and syncs imagery (of him in a moving crowd of people) with harry’s 2019 video for lights up (this is from a larrie’s acc https://bluewinnerangel.tumblr.com/post/645465160750923776/tldr-louis-lined-up-walls-to-lights-up-watch and you can cross check with both vids). despite the similarities, if it was a shot that came up once i wouldn't question it, but given the fact that it appears consistently at the same/a second off timestamps as LU (and given it was released only a couple of months after LU) makes me sure it was deliberate. (i will say if it is referencing a relationship with harry it doesn't seem to be saying very positive things)

what his intentions were with both things are obv up to interpretation but i can’t write them off as coincidences. i was wondering what you made of them? to me it’s not implausible that louis was somehow throwing larries a bone (i don’t think he’s unaware that they make up a large part of his fanbase), but that does confuse me given all of his very vocal denials (though i'm sure he's also aware that larries have always just dismissed them). sorry for the wall of text!!!

hi, anon! i’m sry u got sucked into the nonsense lmao!! i fear that ur not going to like my answers, but here goes lol ..

1. as for the miss you video i think they simply chose a cool venue w/ a bunch of different neon signs & there just so happened to be pink triangles. i do not think that’s a very recognizable queer symbol to the gp/straight ppl. so they wld think nothing of it being there. maybe the bar had it there deliberately, maybe louis had it in the video deliberately, but as u said he cld just be hinting at his own sexuality, nothing to do w/ larry. & to me that’s a pretty clear “steve.” the V & 2nd E are very clear so i don’t think it means anything.

2. i’m sry but i rlly don’t think the videos match up as much as op is implying. yes, the shot of harry in a crowd of ppl is of course similar to louis in a crowd of ppl. & maybe the solo laying down shots. but they’re both portraying a similar emotion & they’re far from the first ppl to use that visual concept. & op said they cut out parts where there were no similarities. so to me this is just larrie cherry picking. confirmation bias is real & can easily be applied to situations like this. it’s very easy to find similarities or “clues” or “secret messages” when ur deliberately trying to connect 2 things or 2 ppl.

i personally don’t see any of this as louis “throwing larries a bone.” he has essentially been begging them to leave him alone for years. i know chalking things up to coincidence isn’t very satisfying, but sometimes that’s all it is. do u know how many things louis wld have to avoid doing/saying/wearing so as to not trigger the conspiracies? it wld be impossible to live normally. hell larries have INVERTED the colors on pics of h/l to make the blue/green theory work. shld louis make sure none of his clothes are blue or green even when inverted? at the end of the day harry’s still gna show up w/ a new gf & louis is still going to be a father who says he’s straight, ya know?

sry if these weren’t the answers ur looking for lol!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[dancedance-resolution]

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TW ///

I AM SAFE NO NEED TO WORRY I JUST NEED TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD AND GIVE THEM TO SOMETHING OTHER THAN MY NOTES APP

the other member of my household has a cold now and i’m so fucking angry lol. moralizing health status is fascist shit and I Will Not Do That but i have to keep reminding myself that because really i feel like punching him in the face and moving to alaska. i am so tired of masking religiously and washing my hands constantly and avoiding communal surfaces and putting in so much fucking effort to avoid illness and these people are unwilling to do something as simple as mask. how selfish are you that there is a member of your household who is immunocompromised who you say you love and who is begging you to take basic fucking precautions and you cannot find it in yourself to give a singular fuck. i have been sick for two weeks i missed thanksgiving with my grandfather for the first time in my entire life and i am acutely aware i don’t have many more left with him. i have missed work and school and time with my loved ones and i am so angry about it, i am SO ANGRY ABOUT IT, and the thing is he wasn’t even going to tell me he felt sick bc he “didn’t want to freak me out.” I AM SO ANGRY. i can’t continue to live like this being constantly vigilant only to come home and be exposed to everything i work so hard to protect myself from. I CANT KEEP DOING THIS. SOMETHING HAS TO CHANGE. I REFUSE TO LET THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME and yet i have no options what the fuck am i supposed to do i already mask in my own house half the time am i supposed to never touch anything. never leave my room for food from the kitchen. never interact with anyone besides my gf who takes communicable disease equally as seriously. financially i am tethered to these germ sacks. i do not have any choice but to keep going and i know i need to keep perspective things could be so much fucking worse i have it so fucking lucky i am so privileged and blessed and also im fucking angry. i don’t have a solution. i don’t know what else to do. AND IM TIRED OF HIM TREATING ME LIKE SOME LITTLE BITCH FOR TAKING MY HEALTH AND MY FAMILYS HEALTH SERIOUSLY. he is trying his best and i am just hungry and anxiety makes your body worse at fighting germs so i need to calm the fuck down and eat something except oh right the kitchen is covered in his germs. I AM SO UPSET. AND I FEEL LIKE WHAT IS THERE LEFT TO DO EXCEPT SIT HERE AND CRY AND BE MAD AND REPEAT THIS PROCESS ALL OVER AGAIN WITH THE NEXT ILLNESS THEY BRING HOME. this is also why i dont think i should have kids i dont know if i want kids but kids get sick so often and i am a dick when ppl around me are sick im mean i’m objectively a bad family member when you are sick and i don’t want a child growing up thinking that it is shameful or a moral failing when they are sick and that they only deserve love and respect if they are healthy I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BE A FASCIST FREAK ABOUT HEALTH i will not betray everything i believe about SYSTEMIC PROBLEMS and the importance of addressing PUBLIC PROBLEMS like PUBLIC HEALTH at the INSTITUTIONAL LEVEL rather than personal blame and also. and also. TW HERE STOP READING. i can know that and believe that and carve it into my fucking skin and still feel like this you know actually maybe i need to try therapy again bc it is not healthy for me to feel like harming myself bc my step dad has a minor cold. the more i type out the more i realize that this is increasingly looking like a me problem. SIGH also i need to eat what the fuck do you eat when you can’t go to the kitchen except i can go to the kitchen i can wear my mask and wash my hands and wipe down whatever food i grab it is a mental thing rn but yeah i feel like i can’t get any food and also i feel like i can’t stay here tonight. i am in a separate room with the door closed i am safe i am okay and also i feel like i need to go sleep in the car and be freezing all night even though sleeping in the car when it’s 20f out is objectively way more dangerous for my health than staying in my safe room and i guess thats the whole self harm thing. not going and grabbing a pbj from the freezer rn is that whole self harm thing and just because a m

OMG HIT CHARACTER LIMIT FOR ONE PARAGRAPH LOL I NEED TO STOP DWELLING ON MY ANXIETY LOLOLOL

[cyrusthedragon]

For all people calling me fatphobic - right back at ya, cuz as a FAT PERSON I can easily tell that you haven't even once in your life seen a fat woman. Like. Literally never.

BITCH, SHE'S SKINNY.

She's AT MOST a little chubby, she has no belly fat, thin hands, narrow waist, thin face, no cheeks. She is skinny, for the love of god. (And if she really was fat, what you dumb fucks think, hoyo would really allow a fat character be PLAYABLE? I beg your finest pardon. They would give her the tall skinny female model type, don't be delusional)

And secondly: I don't have problems with her figure. I have problems with everything else. It says more about you that you saw her facial expression, her posture, her stance, how "messy" and cute she is, and then thought the only problem there is that she's 'fat'. Look at her. She has a short skirt, an open belly, the famous stockings that are fetishized everywhere. Not only does her outfit make no sense, it's designed to emphasize how "chubby" she is, and if you somehow don't know who Hoyo's target audience is and what they're going to do with her, you're fucking stupid. She's not only horrifyingly sexualised (as every second female character in genshin), but also infantiles by Hoyo illustrating her (who's supposed to be a grown ass woman) messy and 'shy'. Her and Nahida's expressions are almost exactly the same.

But Nahida, being a child by the standards of the Archons, still doesn't make THAT kind of a face. (And even Nahida shows here wonder and interest, and not embarrassment and/or shyness)

"She just likes to eat, you fatphobic ho!"

You know who else likes to eat and IT'S A HUGE CHUNK OF HER PERSONALITY?

Xiangling.

You know who else is shy?

Ganyu.

And once again, even IF, EVEN IF she was fat, you mean we literally have a character that's obsessed with food, and another character who is canonically shy as fuck, but only SHE looks like that?

This is the same company that created both Yun Jin AND Arlecchino. They know what they're doing and for whom.

If you really honest to god think that she's fat or it's a good design - just block me, dude, I don't wanna interact with ANYBODY who likes this typo shit.

Sorry to be mean, but i really can't stand it when ppl turn a blind eye to such blatant disrespect for female characters.

This is fetishized.

She's straight from hentai, and you dumbasses know that.

Fuck you if you like it.

Can you please look me in the eye and tell me this is not fetish content, because ima throw up now.

[once-ina-blue-moon]

aaaaand 4/4! This is juniper, our last pc in the campaign! She’s our resident wizard and common sense and she has no time for the rest of our shenanigans, I love her a lot 💜

[rhttnlink-blog]

ooh boy im feeling ALOT right now

[wheatley-imagine-scenarios]

hey so I thought of a vocaloid au

basically aperture is like a crypton (the ppl who made miku) and chell is a VERY tired producer named c4ke-P. she recently adquired the apertureloids and turns our theyre sentient! and chaos ensues

GLaDOS is the aperture labs mascot (much like hatsune miku). she's very popular and is featured in a lot of songs, usually in this style

she is chell's shameless fav and makes most of her music with her, but she's challenging (mostly because she likes to crash chell's computer to inconvenience her when she's mad at her (esp. for using wheatley)

she sounds really realistic and because of this, there's a running joke that Caroline's soul is inside her (she actually is lol. also she's her voice producer)

Wheatley is also a very popular apertureloid, but more in a len/kaito way. he's hard to tune and sounds raspy, so many people say that he's "bad". though, many people think he's hot anyway, so he's popular but not for the reason intended. he's VERY insecure abt that and whenever chell is making a song, he's practically BEGGING her to feature him in it. he's her 2nd fave.

his voice provider is unknown

he literally has a cult (like the len stans) and is very popular on the meme side of the fandom

in the rare occasions he's featured in songs, they're usually like this

or he gets put in duets, usually with GLaDOS (much to her desmay)

Space Core (Pluto) and Fact Core (Nathan) are twin vocaloids (like rin and len or meika hime and meika mikoto) and they have the same voice provider.

Pluto gets a lot of songs abt space and existentialism (to a certain degree) and is regarded like some sort of kaai yuuki, getting more fucked up songs that Nathan does. he's also the younger sibling

Nathan doesn't get as many songs as space does, but when he does, GOD DAMN they're good. he usually duets with his sibling anyway

their songs are like like this

chell got to make a song for them when they were released, and that boosted her popularity.

when interacting with chell, they seem to be quite calm (FINALLY) but they talk a lot and distract chell from her work. also Nathan is very protective of his brother. chell finds it quite charming

Rick is the one chell uses the least, but one of the chattiest ones she's ever had.

he's actually quite obscure, and chell also got commissions from his creators to make songs for him

he's a BIG flirt, and also likes to talk a lot as well. chell doesn't use him for THAT exact reason

even with his unpopularity, those who like him are like a cult as well. when he gets in songs, they're usually duets with Nathan. The fandom ships them a lot too. but he does get songs in which he sings by himself.

his songs are a lot like this

anyways that's it. I have no art cause this just popped into my head. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

I would firstly like to thank you for telling me wtf a crypton and stuff is throughout your ask

Glados being petty and crashing because Chell used Wheatley is so funny,, and also, same

A lot of people think Wheatley is bad, but also agree he’s hot? Yeah that checks out. I’d love to hear a GLaDOS and Wheatley duet tho, that sounds great

Pluto ranting about space and Nathan’s like “Oh don’t mind them, Chell, space isn’t real. By the way, did you know that rats can’t throw up?”

Rick, the first time Chell tries to use him: Well hello there, pretty lady~

Chell: Oh, hate that, fuck you, never doing this again

[lovelyfaustus]

Claude Faustus modern! au headcanons

cw; prob swearing,explicit (adult ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) stuff) mentions of abuse maybe?

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- Claude thinks the iphone vs android argument is stupid, but he def thinks that iphone is better (pls do not argue abt this in the reblogs or whatever ple im begging you)

-Claude lives in an a duplex with noisy af and annoying neighbors. like. they blast music ONLY at night when Claude is trying to sleep and brings ppl over and bc the walls are so thin he can hear literally everything. and by everything i mean he can hear them chewing, talking on the phone, seggsy time, and DEFINITELY crying

- i feel like Claude also works at a café. Although he finds cafés particularly boring, he thinks its interesting how humans interact with each other, and why they choose to go to a coffee place rather than their own home to study, plus he likes coffee.

- UM Claude sometimes just hangs out in his house in his demon form. like huge ass fuckin spider just laying on the floor. a package delivery dude had to be bribed to not tell anyone and then shooed him away

-Sometimes Claude just walks around at a park to get a breath of fresh air. Almost immediately leaves because he heard a baby crying.

- Claude cannot tolerate crying babies, so to avoid hurting anyone or anything he literally has to evade the premises

-BACK TO THE CAFÉ! Claude likes caramel flavored coffee, if it has anything to do with caramel he will ask to have it in his coffee, he also gets black coffee on the rare occasion.

-Whenever an employee gets his order wrong he just stares like. ._. “thank you” *leaves and throws cup away”

- Claude cannot stand child abuse, like if he sees some woman beating on her child or yelling at it for seemingly no reason he is there and basically yelling at the mom being like “YOUR CHILD IS NEVER GONNA SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN AFTER IT MOVES OUT IF YOU TREAT IT LIKE THAT”

-i feel like Claude was abused at some point in his life (besides Alois) by someone he really trusted. pretend he’s not a demon for a sec n thats the reason hes so stoic and monotonous

-his halloween decorations r literally the best in the neighborhood, possibly the entire city. he goes all out and his house has no decorations at all for any other holiday

- Jehova witnesses show up sometimes doin their usual thing n Claude is just 🧍🏻‍♂️

-gives out candy on halloween

- has a private instagram with no followers and the only account he’s following is lifes.a.bender

-his fave song is Rabies by Young Mammals

-occasionally plays old games like twisted metal or castle minor z

-HAS watched the show ‘Lucifer’ and actually enjoyed it, thinks his red eye editing is funny LOL

-Never seen leaving or entering his house so it’s a high target for robbery, but Claude is almost always there. Again many people have walked in on a gargantuan spider just. sittin on the bed watching TV

-actually has a sense of humor

-cares about people somewhat more in the 21st century rather than the 19th, but barely

- has a pet spider named Raven the Acid Bath Princess of Darkness

this is the inside of claudes house lol

sum like that

LIVE BY CLAUDE AND LOVE BY CLAUDE <3

[deejadabbles]

Heres some post-canon-Atem-stays-AU headcanons bc I will forever be in denial that the ending of ygo ever happened.

First off can we all address the fact that Atem would have an accent!?! He knows Japanese bc of Yugi but once he has his own body back, his muscles and brain are used to different speech patterns, therefore we get an accent! The first time the gang hears him talk and this (adorable) accent they're floored but love it, it kinda helps further cement that he really is his own person apart from Yugi (not that the gang really needs that but still).

I think this would also lead to Yugi asking Atem to teach him some Ancient Egyptian. He says it just because he's interested but really he wants Atem to feel slightly less alone now that literally no one else speaks his language.

Also. Contrary to what some (*cough*Kaiba*cough*) think, Atem knows how to work modern tech. Like, come on he shared Yugi's body for years, he knows how to work a phone and computer. Now, he may be a bit of an old man and prefer not to use some modern things, but he's competent at least.

(okay okay but can we entertain the idea of Atem making "back in my day" jokes bc he thinks it's funny and Honda n Jonouchi take to calling him "old man" and it's just a big running joke between everyone?? that'd be great.)

Another misconception I think Atem would prove wrong is that he actually doesn't have all too much trouble adjusting to being a "commoner" and having to live a normal, rather un-luxurious, life. Again, he spent years watching Yugi interact with the world and live in it as someone who wasn't royalty, or even rich, and did that with no context of his previous life.

So yeah when Atem returns to earth with his own body he doesn't like...expect to have everything provided for him, or be waited on hand and foot like some ppl expected since he was royalty. Sure, he may not actively think "oh, I have to get a job in order to live now" on his own (mostly bc I think he's just still amazed he's alive at all, a lot of things don't come to mind), but when the subject comes up Atem isn't astonished or taken aback by the idea or anything weird, logically he knows he has to provide for himself now and knows at least the basics of how to accomplish that in modern times.

Okay but seriously can we all take a minute imagining Atem getting a fast food or clerk job to get by until he figures out what he wants to do next. Jou and Honda thought he'd be too prideful to "stoop that low" as ppl say, but Atem's fine with it. If dishing out fries to shitty customers or ringing up cigarettes at a gas station ensures that grandpa and Yugi don't have to carry him through life he's fine with it.

That being said, I can see Atem just being...forgetful that he has to take care of himself sometimes. He's not ignorant of the modern world, but he also has his memories back now, so I can see him laying in bed for a good 10 min before he finally remembers "oh yeah servants aren't coming to dress me, okay lets do this". And sure he knows the basics of life from his time with Yugi, like cooking and doing laundry for himself. But there's times where he just runs out of clean clothes bc he forgot to do laundry, things like that, but hey that's stuff even us non-ex-royals do as Adults so that's okay.

My point is that Atem adjusts to the modern world and not being royalty really well. He's just a forgetful dork sometimes.

Okay but going back to my "Atem gets an entry-level job" headcanon. Now I'm thinking about Kaiba finding out that Atem got a fast-food job instead of coming to him for work. Next thing Atem knows Kaiba storms in (probably cutting the line because of course he would) and starts this melodramatic speech about how no one has the right to employ the rival of Seto Kaiba besides SETO KAIBA himself.

Atem, who was already chewed out by a customer for getting the wrong sized drink, is having NONE of this and is completely ignoring him, trying to serve the next customer in line. When all Atem will say to him is "sir if you wont buy anything please leave" the petty giraffe known as Kaiba slams a pile of bills on the counter ....this then leads to Atem matching his pettiness! You know that tiktok, it's basically that. Atem takes the entire stack of bills, looks Kaiba dead in the eye, and tells him to get his own chicken nuggets.

Next thing we know Atem's managers are trying to pry them apart because Kaiba hopped the counter. There are nuggets and fries everywhere, someone threw a large coke, the customers are filming. It's a big mess.

OMG imagine the headline "Local billionaire has melt down at McDonald's"

Okay, moving on from that, sorry I just had to get that outta my head.

Once again I'm going to drive home my "touch starved Atem" headcanon by saying that Atem actually likes not being royalty in his 2nd life because Yugi and his friends aren't afraid to show him affection. This boy craves touch so much and is loving the fact that no one thinks it's offensive to hug him. Atem's the type that once he's comfortable with someone, expect hugs for every hello and goodbye. He's also known for putting his hands on shoulders and sometimes playing with hair (only if the other is comfortable with it of course!).

The hair-playing thing is because he has these precious memories of brushing and styling Mana's hair when they were younger (and once or twice being able to beg Mahad to join their hairstyling sessions). Now he loves doing it because he equates it with affection and unconditional friendship. He especially loves playing with Ryou's hair since it's so long and soft, and even bought Ryou these tarot card themed hairpieces just so he could style his hair with them.

After experimenting with alcohol a bit, Atem finds that he likes some wine cooler-type drinks but sometimes he'll crave a beer, since that was the drink of choice in ancient egypt. He weirds ppl out though because he prefers them warm, cold beer is too harsh on his sensitive teeth and he's just not used to it. Also, it took a long time to find a beer brand he likes because most aren't up to the quality he had "back in his day" lol.

At first Atem only knows how to cook basic things (again, what Yugi knows) but he soon realizes that he enjoys cooking. He gets a Pinterest account just so he can save recipes he wants to try (he starts saving other things though, he likes aesthetic boards and interior design!). The whole gang ends up loving this because he cooks meals for them sometimes and they're so good! While they're still in high school he makes Bentos for everyone about once a week and it's the highlight of their week <3

He does get a bit sad though, when he tries to recreate meals from his culture and they just don't taste quite right.

oKaY I WAS going to go on about what career I think Atem would eventually pursue, but they got really long and this is already long so I'm going to put them in their own post. All I'll say right now is: college student Atem and later, professor Atem.

That's all for now, expect more in the future though because I will never not support Atem stays AUs <3