#this isnt about max

[comet-forgot-you]

sleepy sex w max?? lets talk about that yall.

smut. 18+ pls.

her being so tired and looking so pretty, working you up and she doesn't even know it. you spooning her and feeling her shift closer to you until her ass is pressed against your crotch. she didn't mean to get you so worked up, you just couldn't help it.

your hand sneaking under her shirt to grope her tits, she lets out a whine at the feeling, shifting in your hold. "baby," she whines out under her breath.

"hm?" you act innocent, like you didn't know that your actions were anything other than completely innocent. you take her nipples between your fingertips, rolling and pinching them until she's a whiny mess in your hold, begging you to touch her where she needs it so desperately.

you trail your hand down her body until you reach her lace underwear, teasing the pretty patterned fabric. her hips roll against nothing, a quiet “please” falling from her lips.

“please what?” she whines, you know what she wants, you just want to hear her say it.

“fuck me, please,” she whispers out. who are you not to listen to her? you push your hand into her underwear, immediately met with her warm, soaked cunt. she whines the minute your fingers run through her folds. “fuck,” she huffs out, bucking her hips into your hand.

“yeah?”

“mhmm.” your fingers tease her clit for a moment before they travel down to her entrance, teasing it. she whines, you know she’s had enough of your teasing touches, but you just love how desperate she gets for you. you sink a finger into her and she pushes her ass closer to your front.

you fuck into her slowly, your palm gently nudging against her clit. its not enough for her to get off but its enough to work her up the point where shes begging you to fuck her properly.

[thewhizzyhead]

looking at the npmd tumblr posts I'm kinda glad that we seem to be all on the same page when it comes to npmd's portrayal of bullying and that putting a stop to it isn't as easy as simply having the victims stand up to them - examples being Max still beating the shit up out of Pete, Richie, and Ruth even when they make a stand in their own way. Standing up to them directly and telling them "i'm not a loser" or "you're just a bully" or something along those lines in order to take away their power is simply a disproven cliche because bullies don't care if their victims retaliate. They only care about the power they hold and when such power is taken away from them by force - so kudos to Starkid for having bullying portrayed as not just a regular schoolboy nuisance but as genuinely life-threatening shit that needs to be taken seriously because if it isn't nipped in the bud, once that bully gains more power, they will grow crazy with it.

[reigningmax]

Lando snitching about Max "overtaking" after the end of the race because Max was congratulating him and George??????????

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[katribou]

stars be with you

[wienners]

still not done

[sadlittledib]

staring into the sun

[maxthesillyy]

“so youre telling me i sacrificed arcadia bay JUST for max and chloe to break u—“ SHUT UPPPPP

turned off reblogs bc i dont trust this fandom

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

Just to throw this out there

[comet-forgot-you]

paying for max to get her nails done

smut. 18+ pls.

paying for her to get her nails done because you know how much she likes them when theyre done. she gets a pretty, dark red color done, and you cant help but think about how they’d look digging into your skin, and then its all you want.

you fuck her until her fingers are wrapping around your wrist because its just too much. but of course you dont stop, you keep it up. you curl your fingers inside of her cunt, scissoring them in and out until shes cumming all over again, pushing your hand away from her overly sensitive cunt.

you become obsessed with the color, buying a strap that matches the color almost perfectly, then fucking her with it. the moment you bottom out inside of her, shes digging her nails into your back. you love it. you love the indents they leave, the angry red scratches painting your back.

having her taking pictures just to show them off. having her cup your jaw or wrap her fingers around your throat just so you can look back at them when you miss her.

paying for her nails become your new favorite thing.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

divinittty. one moment - tulio eldorado voice

anyways nothing makes me happier than an awful mishmosh of characters! no words also for your convenience. adding words is messy but oh i needed to.

[cosmignon]

ID #1: Sketches of "Id", a large man in monochromatic tones, wearing a long trenchcoat and fedora. He has a 5 o'clock shadow and sharp teeth, and the only pop of color he has is a bright red tie. Next to him are screenshots showing he takes inspiration from Flint Paper & The Narrator from Sam and Max, as well as Zenigata from Lupin the III. End ID.

ID #2: A sketch of "Id" sleeping with his feet kicked up on his desk. He's abruptly woken up and startled by Max, who yells "SUP YOU DICK". An arrow specifies this is Max's "5th time around the time loop block". End ID.

What if alt timeline Sam had a narrator like Max who was his Id and WHAT IF, dear viewer, that Id was a funny fruity noir P.I.

I’m not actually paying attention to how ID/EGO/SUPEREGO works, fuck that noise, I just thought “I need to draw a fat and beautiful man NOW”

also, Max is done w/his overly long and dramatic noir monologues around the 3rd or 4th time he's tried to change the timeline to prevent imminent monster-Sam explosion

[earthtokhal]

Interesting how everyone else in the situation had interviews and podcasts lined up to be released a day after the announcement except the man who supposedly knew since Baku.

Also interesting is that Lawson stated in said interview that it was awkward because he knew and Daniel didn't.

Also interesting is that even if Bayer knew, the fact that he said "no" denying the rumour and not saying "it hasn't been decided" left the door open for any possibility. The only time he changed his stance was when people started questioning the fastest lap.

Also, what's interesting is that this sounds like the same regurgitated nonsense that DC was spewing out just the other day.

Anyway, Daniel Ricciardo deserves an award for the incredible acting he did the whole weekend, according to some people.

[vroom-vrooms]

No but like….

Lestappen musician au where they’re neighbors and Charles is a classical pianist and Max is a drummer in a band and Charles drives him crazy playing piano all night long so in return he drives Charles crazy playing drums all day long

So Max is basically falling asleep at practices because he can’t sleep at night because of Charles’ playing and Charles is also falling asleep at practices because he can’t sleep at all during the day because of Max’s playing and neither of them are thinking of logical solutions because obviously the solution is to make it worse and worse every single day until one of them gives in but neither of them want to be the first to confront the other

Do you see the vision?????

[blorbocedes]

​so true... the guy who boxed on the final 2 laps to get the completely unnecessary fastest lap doesn't care about racing 🤡 just hates the sport and also driving... he's clearly not at all passionate or motivated to get a grand slam in terms of being the best in all practice sessions, quali, sprint, sprint race, actual race, and fastest lap...

[corviiids]

Shuake/akiren

Bittersweet

"You know, I don't actually come to Kichijoji that much," says Ann. "I didn't even know this place was here."

It's kind of a hole in the wall. In the floor. Ren glances back towards the narrow stairs like he's expecting someone. Muhen looks bored. He's flipping through a book at the counter.

"This is super good, though," Ann adds, holding up her mocktail. "Thanks for bringing me!"

"Sure," says Ren.

There's no singer today. She's not scheduled to come in for another couple of days. Maybe he'll bring Haru to see her then, since they're technically dating as of last Sunday.

Ann knows this, but didn't say anything about that when he asked her here tonight. She's too tactful for that. Besides, they're here as friends.

Ren's never brought a friend here. He's never brought anyone here. A handful of times, he was brought. The Jazz Jin feels comfortable and familiar enough to be an old haunt, but now that Ren really thinks about it, he hasn't even tried all the mocktails on the menu. What is it they say--that people come, and they go?

"Hey, so," Ann says softly.

It feels too weird to contemplate bringing Haru here. He really should. They're dating. He likes her. She likes him. He really does like her. It's just, the boy who'd brought him here that handful of times might have killed her father.

Some people may stay with you, though.

Ann's nails are painted an eggshell blue today. He isn't really sure why he called her--no, of course he is. It's always Ann he calls when he needs exactly what only she can give, something uniquely warm. Ren had been on the way to Kichijoji before he'd registered the tap of his train card, realised he couldn't stomach the music alone, and she'd said Hello? only a few shorts moments before he noticed he'd called her at all. Her company is like hot chocolate or a sticky toffee cake, warm and sweet, hard to feel empty with.

She folds her hands over his and says, "Hey, Ren, how are you feeling?"

Pretty alive, all things considered. So his cheek's a little tender, and maybe she had to help him down the stairs.

Ann squeezes his hand.

Someone changes the record. Ren likes this one. Someone else hadn't so much, but then, his opinion isn't of consequence anymore.

"I like the music here," Ann chirps. "Should I get a record player, do you think? You can give me recs, yeah?"

"Sure," says Ren again. He smiles back at her and doesn't look at the stairs again.

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