#this took me FOREVER but it was worth it!!

[cybbr-bb-angel]

Can you give transplural tips?

First, you should definitely check out this post we made. It may be labeled as transplural, but it helps with any trans ids. It is kind of general, though, so here are some things that we've done to aid our transition!

The first step we took was taking the existing personality Cybbr had and splitting it into chunks. (As seen here) We tried splitting the host's old personality into as few chunks as possible so we didn't have any undeveloped alters that quietly disappeared after a week or so, which was a common thing that happened with our past attempts to transition. It will be easier to split fictives than brainmade alters for most, but since we don't attach to characters that way, it was easier to "make new ocs" as alters instead.

If you're going for a more realistic system, create interesting dynamics between alters that signify a system forming since childhood. Also, try to think back to your childhood and think up things that you thought would have protected you if something very, very bad happened. I found it helpful to watch videos about cis-traumagenic-systems to see what alters they've formed.

Now that you've taken your existing personality and split it up, I'd suggest making a Simply Plural account and making detailed profiles for each alter. Face claims, voice claims, personalities, roles, likes, dislikes, triggers (pos or neg), habits, tendencies, how an alter affects the body, the brain, what mindsets they have.... all that stuff! Then, start having alters front with the host. The more the alter fronts, the more they (and you) will understand how they interact with the world. Be flexible and willing to change roles, personalities, or anything on their account if both you and the alter agree that it isn't correct. Let fictives naturally evolve away from their sources too, that will make the system feel more real.

Talk about your system to others as you slowly discover things. Telling others about how certain alters act or how your system works will solidify certain details so your system isn't inconsistent.

Once your alters start to feel consistent, start training yourself to randomly disassociate or zone out to switch. This is where you can start planting amnesia barriers and a headspace. I'm not really sure about how to implement a headspace because Z just kinda... found one? But I do know that real places are easier to visualize and create into a headspace!

I think that's it. If there are any other specific details you want, please send in another ask! ♡♡

[fluffyspaceowls]

ive been super busy as of late, and here is a good chunk of why! profile pictures ive made for me and my friends for Christmas these took me forever but 100% worth it for my friends :]

[b3achysurfur]

The Fall of Logan Fields.

Ladies and gentlemen, today, I stand before you not just as someone who called out the truth, but as the one who finally saw the end of an era. For over a year, I’ve carried a fire—a fire that burned with pure, unrelenting hate for one person: Logan Fields.

I’ve been fighting a battle that some of you didn’t even understand. I’ve been relentlessly pushing back against Logan Fields and his so-called "Logang." I took heat, I got called every name in the book, but you know what? I never gave up. I kept my eyes on the prize, and that prize was seeing Logan fall.

You can call it petty, you can call it toxic, but I knew what I was doing. I knew that the only way to bring down a kid like Logan was to keep pushing, keep fighting, keep speaking the truth even when the world tried to silence me. Every meme, every post, every comment I made—people hated me for it. People laughed at me, called me obsessive, said I was wasting my time.

But let me tell you—it was worth it.

Logan thought he was untouchable, that his army of "Logang" could protect him. But there’s something people like Logan don’t understand: you can’t hide behind followers forever. You can’t be the loudest voice in the room and not expect someone to call you out.

And I did. Every day. Relentlessly.

And now? Look at us. Look at him.

November 19th, 2024—Logan Fields, gone. Gone like that train he tried to ride, and I couldn’t be more satisfied. I’ve spent a whole year dealing with his followers, defending my stance, and now? Now, it’s over. The Logang is scattered, the king has fallen, and the noise they made for so long is nothing but silence. No more followers to back him up, no more rants to rile people up. The empire he built on the backs of delusional fans has crumbled, and it’s all because I never stopped. Every ounce of hate, every ounce of patience—it paid off.

To everyone who doubted me, to everyone who thought I was just some troll or some hater—I told you this day would come. You were wrong. This wasn’t just some internet drama. This was a mission, a purpose, a stand for something bigger. This is what happens when you don’t back down, when you don’t let the noise drown out your voice.

So, to anyone who thought I’d quit, to anyone who thought Logan would somehow rise above this, to anyone who doubted that my hate had a purpose: remember this day. The Logang is finished. Logan Fields is out of the picture. And all those who stood by me—we won.

The hate? It wasn’t just some pointless rage. It was the fuel that brought this moment to life. Here’s to the end of the Logang era, and the beginning of a new chapter. One where we’re in control. Walk with your heads up high. Now it’s your turn, your turn to GO BEYONG. PLUS ULTRAAAAA ✊✊

[grapejuicenharry]

heyy!!! i have a little idea for angel, maybe just some lovey dovey soft morning smut? like just really lovey and vocal and praise and stuff is SO them

a/n: I’m sorry this took me forever. I hope you like it !!!!

warnings: smut, 18+, creampie, praising, fingering.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

“Harry, wake up,” Y/N groggily shakes him, her voice thick with sleep. His alarm blares through his phone somewhere under his pillows, and her patience running thin. her bladder threatening to burst because of his heavy leg wrapped around her, pinning her to the mattress.

She blinks open her eyes in annoyance as she tries to wake him up again, giving me another shove.

“Wha—?” Harry mumbles, opening his eyes suddenly when Y/N swats him a little too hard.

“Turn off your bloody alarm and let me sleep!” She grumbles with a huff before burying herself under the covers and turning to the other side.

Harry groans, somehow finds his phone under his pillow, and switches off his alarm. It was currently 8 in the morning—too fucking early. 

He glances over at her, her figure small and bundled under the duvet, eyes closed, shifting and moving to find a comfortable position. He knows how grumpy she gets when she doesn’t get her full beauty sleep, so he stays quiet, just watching her. His lips twitch into a smile at the way she wiggles, little huffs and puffs of annoyance escaping her lips. 

"Come here,” he tells her softly. While extending his arm, she grumpily moves and tucks herself under his arm, burying her face in his neck. 

“Better?” He asks before pecking on her head. She hums in response, already drifting off to sleep, cuddling to him, and snoring like a baby. 

Harry holds her close, his hand rubbing small and gentle circles on her back as she snores cutely against him. He knows he couldn’t go back to sleep again, even if he tried. This was always an issue for him—once he’s awake, his body never allows him to go back to sleep. But he doesn’t mind. Watching her like this, so soft and peaceful, is worth losing a little more sleep. 

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It must’ve been an hour or so when she wakes up again, mumbling some incoherent words into his neck; her legs tangle with his as she clings onto him like a baby koala. Harry chuckles softly at his sleepy girl, admiring how cute she looks like this. She lazily rubs the sleep from her eyes while blinking up at him.

"G'morning,” he whispers while pushing a strand of hair away from her face. She hums in response, "Mm... morning,” still half asleep. Her voice was thick with sleep. 

She snuggles closer, presses her face deeper into his neck, and wraps one of her legs on top of his hips.

That’s when it happens, her knees brushing his groin—lightly, but enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. He holds back a groan; he was already semi-hard from waking up with her wrapped around him,  but now? Now, it’s impossible to ignore. 

Y/N then moves more closer, trying to get more comfortable while grinding their hips together. “Baby,” he warns, looking at her, who is giggling at him. She knows exactly what she was doing. 

When Harry makes no move to please her, she takes it to her and whispers, “Please,” meekly like a kitten. While staring up at him and batting her eyelashes, knowing he would fold within a second. She grinds her hips again in a desperate attempt. 

Harry sucks in a deep breath while closing his eyes. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters before gently guiding his mouth to hers. 

The kiss is soft at first, Harry’s lips moving gently over hers as he savors her taste. She sighs into his mouth, her fingers threading into his messy curls to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against her as she lets out a softest, breathiest moan. 

“Christ,” Harry groans, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “You sound so pretty, baby. "Do that again for me, yeah?” 

Y/N’s cheek flush, but she obliges, letting out a whimper when he trails kisses down her jaw to her neck. His hands roaming everywhere—grabbing her jaw, squeezing, and palming her breasts. 

“Harry,” she whispers softly. “Please..”

She was so close to begging. Her panties wet with arousal, pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing. 

“What do you need, baby? Hmm, tell me.” He takes one of her nipples in his mouth while palming the other. Sucking and biting it gently. Y/N arches her back in response, "A-ah." She whimpers when Harry blows on her wet nipple, goosebumps rising on her delicate skin. 

“I.. need you." She breathes out. He makes his way between her legs, trailing kisses down to her stomach, just above the waistband of her panties to her pussy. 

He spreads her legs apart and settles there. His fingers spreading her lips, then he moves forward and licks a long path from her hole to her clit, “God, you taste so good." He groans, “So sweet, my perfect girl.” Moaning at the taste, he takes her nub between his mouth and sucks on it. 

Y/N’s hands fly to his hair, tugging lightly as he works her with his mouth. She lets out a broken moan, “Oh my god,” her back arching off the bed. Harry hums against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her entire body. She wraps both of her legs around his neck. 

He then pushes two of his fingers inside her, curling them at the right spot, while his thumb pushes her clit. His every moment was deliberate and gentle. The combination of everything with his dirty words brings her to the edge. 

“Harry, I’m—oh god, I’m gonna—“ 

“Come for me, love,” he murmurs. “That’s it, my good girl.” 

Her orgasm crashes over her, her thighs trembling as she chants his name. Harry doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping up all the arousal like a starved man. He presses one last kiss on her sensitive cunt while coming back up.

His face is all messed up, lips pink and glistening with her arousal, hair messy, and cheeks flushed. He smiles down at her, brushing his thumb over her cheek. 

“Think you can handle me now, love?” He asks.

Y/N nods, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she whispers, "Please, Harry, I need you so bad.”

He wastes no time, discarding his boxers and positioning himself between her legs. He drags his tip up and down her slit, gathering the wetness; she lets out a moan when his tip touches her clit. He takes his time, pressing kisses to her lips, her cheeks, and her forehead as he slowly pushes inside her.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead dropping to hers as he lets her adjust. “You feel so good, baby. So warm, so perfect.” 

She whimpers softly, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. “You can move, Harry,” she whispers, her voice shaky. "Please." He starts slow, his thrusts gentle and deliberate as he peppers her face with kisses. “You’re doing so good for me, Y/N”

His fingers caressing her jaw, while he pushes his thumb past her lips, Y/N closes her eyes and sucks his thumb, soothing her.  “My good girl,” he whispers in her skin. He leans down, kissing her breasts and sucking them. 

The sweet and gentle words, so loving and worshiping, bringing her to the edge—she loves it when he praises her and calls her his good girl, making her feel all warm and fuzzy from inside. 

She digs her nails to his shoulder when he hits the perfect spot. Her sweet moans fill the air. “That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. “Let go for me. Come with me.” His thrusts becoming sloppy and lazy. 

Y/N closes her eyes as her orgasm crashes over her, screaming when he hits the perfect spot inside her. Her belly tightens, and she squeezes her eyes shut, falling apart beneath him as she creams around his cock. He looks down between them, mesmerized by the sinful sight of her arousal coating around his cock. That view alone is enough to bring him to the edge.

He shuts his eyes, his cheeks red and flushed, as his release hits him like a freight train. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—Y/N," he moans, holding her close as he rides out his orgasm.

Their bodies are tangled and molded together, hearts pounding as they catch their breath. After a few minutes, he gently untangles their limbs and heads to the washroom to grab a wet towel. Returning, he cleans her up with care, whispering soft, soothing words as she drifts back to sleep in his arms.

"My sweet girl," he murmurs, pressing a last kiss to her temple before pulling the blankets snug around them. "Sleep tight. I've got you."

[lemoncattea]

Arcane 4am Rant season2 act 3 SPOILERS

Its like 4 in the morning and I'm losing it!

I just finished arcane act 3 season 2 and fuck I don't have friends to talk to this about so...

tumblr rant

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!!!

SEVIKA

Sevika being around and present for Piltover because of the connection she and the other zuanites have to their home and just the show of there compassion but also they only want those who are willing and not just those who have fighting ability. But seeing they care for their own; sending mothers and children away for safely. Makes you wonder if Jinx told her what happened to Isha.

Also love the fact she takes up the mantle of being a symbol of Zuan after jinx but also because she's seen each side Vander's (Peace) but only for some parts as that all he could do. Silco's (Power) causing infighting and sacrificing the weak and those out of his control and the one jinx made by accident (Hope) for life without the grey and enough food for everyone and one where everyone is equal topside or the undercity. Then Sevika left with a chair at the councillor's table now a leader for the Zuan taking up where jinx left she's hope but also remembrance of what divide can cause.

JINX RANT part

Jinx cutting her hair and finally letting go of all of her past and moving forward for her sister and the world. Lovely to see her grow and change this past season. It destroyed me which the fact we know that had she not died along side Vander. She could have had a life with Ekko and her sister. Also her and Vander's death were a great parallel to her death of powder and Isha. Being the death of innocent and agape. Also been loving the people who also noticed the parallels of jinx and Viktor being brought back from the dead pretty much by someone who cares so deeply for them. Their crazy smart minds and suicidal tendencies, their self worth issues and the fact the go out with someone who cares for them.

Jayce Viktor part of rant

Getting to see what Jayce saw destroyed me and the way Jayce said he never viewed Viktor's illness and disability has something to be a ashamed of but rather a part of Viktor that he admired as it made him who he was.

It's a confirming how much Jayce cares for Viktor. Then when Jayce shows Viktor that he was mage and the one to send back to stop himself. The fact that he was the mage was a theory I had but the fact he lead there to the hammer because what Viktor did resulted nothing but loneliness and destruction. Also when Viktor said in all timelines and all possibles only you can show this.

Also just the way he held Viktor's hand to help him contain the rune. But more than once they were separated and the fact at the first few times Viktor reached out to Jayce but stopped reaching out in the same way he stopped reaching out to Jayce in the first season when was getting sicker and changing himself with the shimmer and runes. It a great parallel of that but also it reflected the fact that he felt like he shouldn't reach out but each time Jayce comes to him like he's done time and time again.

You can see it in Viktor's eyes he's nervous and frustrated then for finally time Jayce's hand comes in wrapping around Viktor's. The way he place his other hand on Viktor's neck and they let the foreheads touch. They are so cannon!

Then they turned to dust and returned the world to normal together and then disappeared together that was Affection LOVE *cough cough* that held them together but seriously arcane took doomed gays ideas and did well like.. together then drifting apart, separated, enemies, friends to lover again to only be returned to dust as if they never existed but forever together. Its sweet and well written like a hozier lyric

[darklilacs]

in true ridley scott fashion: fuck history fuck canon. geta forgives caracalla and they cross over to the other side together :)

It happened quickly. Much faster than he had anticipated. Thousands of times, he had seen gladiators take their last breath to entertain their emperors and the crowd. They spat blood, their panicked eyes darting around in a desperate attempt to free themselves from bodies that, in their final moments, became inescapable cages. 

Back then, he had found it somewhat amusing. Seeing how, when the end was near, people behaved like desperate. Deep down, Caracalla had always thanked the gods that he would never stand in the arena. His pain would not be a spectacle. Even now, just after death, though a whirlwind of emotions tossed him around like a ship with no destination, he felt relief that he had gone quietly. Without applause or laughter. Just like that. Like an echo.

Caracalla woke up on a beach. The rough, gray sand should have irritated his skin, and left red marks. But his hands remained unchanged. He would have gladly scraped them down to the bone because, he still saw Geta’s gaze behind his eye every time he closed his eyeslids. His brother wasn’t angry with him—that was perhaps the worst part. Geta looked at him with terror, with concern, silently pleading for his brother to come back to him.

Snap out of it, brother. Calm down. Wake up!

Caracalla wasn’t the boy Geta had known his whole life at that moment. 

Caracalla saw red. Lightning in his head thundered loudly, preventing him from forming a coherent thought. The worst thought emerged from the chaos in his gut like a well-nurtured plant: Kill before you are killed.

Caracalla saw red when he was angry.

He saw red in his brother’s hair as the servants carried away his body. His laurel wreath fell to the ground with a clatter. Geta never liked taking off his jewelry. He would have been so angry if he had known...

Caracalla saw red on his own hands when he woke from his trance after the murder. When the ship of his thoughts quietly sailed past the rocks, and the storm subsided. For a long time, he tried to wash the blood off himself. But it kept coming back, as if Caracalla had been condemned after the murder to live as a statue that will always be covered in rust. The color of dried blood on the floor.

Caracalla couldn’t see blood as he rubbed his hands in the sand.

He wanted blood.

Isn’t it funny that he had shouted that just a few days ago, looking down at the arena? Wishing for a spill so vast it would create a sea. And he always got it. Now, he wasn’t worth even a drop.

He buried his face in his hands, breathing heavily. In the afterlife, oxygen was unnecessary, but out of habit, his chest rose and fell unevenly. Sweet air did not grace him with its presence. Having lived in abundance, he was now left with death and grayness. With storms and lightning. No red at all.

The sound of a boat docking on the shore suddenly caught his attention. Was it possible that a lost soul had wandered into the abyss he had created himself? Pluto must have a sense of humor if a stray mortal had been sent to haunt him for eternity. To torment him until, finally, a single drop of blood fell onto the earth covered in gray sand.

Caracalla curled in on himself. Perhaps his new tormentor would be merciful.

"Brother."

Caracalla heard it right beside him.

His muscles tensed instantly. Of course. From now on, Geta's voice would haunt him, accompanied by the endless black sea before him. Instead of the beautiful song of sirens, his brother's concerned voice would lure him toward a happier place he would never find.

"Look at me."

Caracalla felt a hand on his shoulder. He was a fool, yet he raised his head.

Geta’s eyes looked at him with the same concern as that night. He wasn’t afraid for his own life but for Caracalla’s. He feared that he had lost his brother forever.

“I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time to go.”

Geta took his hands and led him closer to the boat. Onboard, a hooded figure was already waiting. Charun.

The myths did not reflect the calm that emanated from his presence. People fear death, the moment they are left alone. It is somewhat comforting that, during the final journey, someone accompanies us.

During Caracalla’s final journey, he will be accompanied by two people. Pluto’s envoy and Geta. Because before they were emperors, before they fell in love with power, they were brothers. Brothers who, during childhood games, made a promise. A promise not meant to be taken as seriously as a vow to the gods. Yet, somewhere in the hearts of both brothers, that promise must have been hidden, safe from the specter of hunger for violence and gold.

Always by your side. Wherever we are.

Caracalla dug in his heels, frightened of this last journey. Geta stopped mid-step, still holding his hands.

“I—I’m sorry,” Caracalla stammered uncertainly. As if he had just learned a new word, one that carried a magic he feared. A word he had avoided like fire—until now.

“I know,” Geta replied gently.

As if he truly understood, what Caracalla felt before he had even managed to voice his emotions aloud. That’s just how he was, wasn’t it? Geta was always right, always knew better. When they were children, Caracalla thought it was a gift. Now, it seemed more like a curse. Whatever he will say, Geta won’t be surprised by his remorse. He won’t notice the change growing within him, hesitant and fragile, like a bird too weak to break through its eggshell.

“Forgive me. I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Caracalla fell to Geta’s feet. His brother knelt down in front of him, not letting go for a second. A comically tragic mirror of the pose they had taken that night. On their knees, torn by conflicting emotions. 

But this time, Caracalla didn’t see red. He saw a warm brown. The color of Geta’s eyes. The color that reminded him of home. Of reassurance.I’m here with you, and everything will be okay.

“I forgive you, brother.”

Caracalla exhaled unevenly, as if he had taken a breath of fresh air. He tasted the sweet fruit he had longed for.

Caracalla buried his face in the crook of his neck. He could have started crying. But not now. Not here. It was too soon. He couldn’t wait to see the blue again.

“Come on. We should go.”

The brothers left the beach. Together. Just as they had promised each other years ago. Caracalla could have sworn that before the boat pushed off from the shore, he heard Geta’s voice.

Always by your side. Wherever we are.

read on ao3 :) Did I disappoint you? Will they still let me over If I cross the line? - beautyofsilence - Gladiator (2000) [Archive of Our Own]

[skylessknights]

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ favourite wrestling feud/storyline - Swerve Strickland vs Hangman Adam Page

"You must be a masochist. You must want suffering or something. But guess what? I'll give you what you want."

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

You know the plan is going great when the DM does this :

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[0815bliss]

stop the cookie thief!!!

[indimiart]

the first kiss

[kbsd]

i was busy thinkin' 'bout boys ✨toye✨

[tsukinoshinjiu]

Dance in the Garden

[suntails]

🍎⚔️

[onecupofsugar]

Happy (VERY late) birthday to Cuphead!! I (once again) forgot to post this when I finished it, so I'm incredibly behind, but I thought I'd share it anyways :)

Happy 7th anniversary to the game, and happy birthday to IM!Cuphead! I wouldn't be here without them <3

[moop-snoop]

Hades 2 has drop kicked me right back into the Charon/Hermes hole i was in before with Hades 1, so i drew em! cus its been awhile since ive done so.

Theyre gossiping >:]