#thread this plz

[mariocartoon85]

Hey folks I got a fun challenge turn these bears into a drawing of your OTP

[bananasfosterparent]

An anti-AA account posted a comment akin to "I'm tired of the fandom being taken over by sex pests who are obsessed with abusive relationships" in response to the AA kisses being optimized for evil route roleplayers. They were implying that we "bullied" Larian into "changing the narrative they created". (which is a whole other rant post on its own lol). And some others agreed.

Is... is this really how they see us? lmao

I am just baffled because so many loud Anti-AA people are:

constantly going on and on about how it's supposed to be an abusive relationship

constantly reminding AA fans of all the abuse AA supposedly does

writing fanfiction and drawing comics showcasing AA as an abusive partner to Tav/Durge

making absolute statements that AA is locked out of healing and only able to treat Tav abusively

making absolute statements that everything good AA says is narcissistic lovebombing and only everything bad he says (after Tav insults him) is to be taken as truth

only ascending him to get AA romance scene screenshots (with an "I hate AA but..." disclaimer usually attached).

thirsting after AA's romance scenes in general while condemning actually playing/enjoying the ending as a whole because... *drum roll* abuse.

brigading Larian on their Discord with messages to "protect their narrative" to drown out AA fans just asking for rp-friendly animations.

AND YET....AA fans--who actively avoid and reject the abuse narrative headcanon and enjoy AA as a whole and not just for the sexiness--are apparently the sex pests, obsessed with abusive relationships. Out of all the AA stories, comics, and things I've consumed from AA fans, none of it ever seems to include the abuse narrative or glorifing him solely for sexual reasons.

Huh...

[futureempressoftheuniverse]

jughead "i don't want to be like my dad" jones first becoming leader of the same gang that his father was and then having a drinking problem later in life (the same thing that led to jughead being homeless in season one). veronica "i'm not my father" lodge being a power-hungry businesswoman who's not afraid to bend the law and who, despite being openly hostile with her father most of the time, will immediately jump into action to protect the family "business" when he gets shot because of the importance of family, the same thing her father claims to be the driving force behind much of his shady decisions. betty "i will never be like my father" cooper being obsessed with bringing people to justice when her dad's justification for being a serial killer was to punish sinners, as well as acting as "girl reporter" when her parents run the town's only newspaper.

[cutemeat]

i also wanna believe for my own selfish purposes we might get some good deetress outta them 🥲

[lottie-rcss]

who: Lottie & open where: the backyard bus

“I don’t care what time is in New York, when I ask you to do something, I expect it done.” Lottie speaks into her phone in that lilting cadence she’s adopted since leaving this ghost town the first time, the only sign of her annoyance the tiny pucker between her brows. “Well then wake them up.” She closes her eyes, tapping her ring against her glass of shitty gin – god she forgot all anyone drinks around here is whiskey or fucking moonshine. What a goddamn cliché. Lottie sighs, glancing back at the lights of the bar she's walked far enough away from as to not be overheard. “I’m hanging up now, you have until 6am my time.” She misses the drama of being able to slam a flip phone shut – fuck, now she was getting nostalgic for high school? She downs the rest of her cocktail and walks back to the bar.

“Sorry,” she’s not, but that dazzling smile is distracting enough to be convincing. Flagging down the bartender, her attention returns. “What were you saying?”

[prerodinu]

"You know the next thing on the list of weird things you can do with cum. Ice Cream. I heard using it instead of milk really goes well. Cookies and Cream ice cream anyone?" Someone shut her up.

[grimowled]

;ooc

[themosthatedbeingg]

After the trial… Blitz creeps into Lucifer's room, where he has learned the King is resting--recuperating after using so much of his magic.

He raises a knife, fully intending to stab the shit out of him… But fuck. Lucifer really does look tired, and Blitz loves him. No matter how furious he is with him, no matter what he thinks of him, he still loves this man. And maybe it's the parent in him, but seeing someone so worn out, with his defenses down...

Blitz tucks a blanket in a little more snugly around him, sighs, and just sits there on the floor, leaning against Lucifer's bed, tapping the knife against his knee.

"If I'm not gonna kill you, guess I'm gonna watch over you while you sleep," he grumbles. "Make sure no one else gets to kill you. Fucker." If anyone else tries to hurt him? Blitz will be there. A shield for Lucifer. A devoted idiot, his priorities a mess, but loyal to the end.

Lucifer sleeps heavily the amount of power he used to drain one of his royal princes left him with a tiredness he couldn’t fight off .

He has no idea of the intruder in his room or the thread they posed over him as the knife glints in the low light of the room.

He mumbles in his sleep and his tail idly twitches but he doesn’t wake as Blitzø tucks the blankets around him more , settling in deeper into his soft bed.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @jessehart when: late late on jacqui's birthday. potentially technically the day after where: hex nightclub

Jacqui was drunk. 

It was their birthday, so they should be drunk, but they had definitely succeeded at that mission, a fairly large number of drinks having been bought and handed to them without them even finishing the one they had already been working on. But, as they stood waiting for the bathroom, head tipped back against the wall (definitely drunk, then, because who knows what was coming off the dingy wall onto the hair they had spent so long getting perfectly styled for the night out) of the bar, that the realization hit - they were drunk. Maybe it was the moment of separation, waiting in the at least a bit quieter hall that lead to the bathroom alone, or the fact that if they hadn't been leaning, they may well have tipped over at this point, but in that moment, it became very clear. 

In fact, they were drunk enough that when they turned their head towards the sound of another person's footsteps entering the hall where the bathrooms were and saw Jesse, they thought it was entirely possible that he was a figment of their imagination. He had been one of few people that Jacqui hadn't invited to come out with them that night, after all. They stared at him for a few long breaths, head still tipped back against the wall, before they finally spoke. "Why are you here?" they asked, words not unkind or accusatory - just confused. Even though it was a public club and all. Of all places, on all nights, at all times for him to be going down that hallway...why was it when she was?

[duelheld]

i know i dont usually reblog rp starters and stuff. but if you ever wanna interact, you can always send in something or just talk to me. i wanna interact with everyone but i got so many muses. i usually prefer if people pick which one they want to interact with

[patetpluvia]

Nix was coming too but immediate began to feel nauseous.. What in the world happened?

[bitchslapblastoids]

can someone help me understand the concept of a “socmed au”? Is it…..fanfiction written in the form of…..fake social media posts? So basically the tiktok of feature length films?

[korzionarchive]

Okay, but someone needs to give me a thread where Daemon hallucinates Rhaenys, plz.

[lowetyde]

@exiled-eyes :: CLOSED STARTER !

the full moon's glow melted across the ocean's rippling surface, foam intertwining with its soft reflection. serene calm existed in that space between sky and sea. however, further down, creatures of fin and fang stirred. under the cover of dark, a serpent slithered. scales of sea-glass. milky skin. eyes like the ocean, cold and unforgiving. marlowe moved with a strength he'd not displayed in months. it had been only a few weeks since the return of divine ianthe, yet, in that short time, his power had been renewed. the merman was free to hunt, to lead, unflinchingly by her side.

his tail whipped impatiently as he circled the black waters in wait, when finally, patience taut, the target of his affairs tumbled onto his side of the chessboard. a rowboat's bow pierced the salty surface, followed by the hull and two feverish oars paddling with haste toward the grandiose pirate ship anchored less than half a mile from shore. marlowe shot forward with the swiftness of a harpoon. the muscles in his tail were tense with excitement.

however, marlowe had underestimated the strength of this single oarsman. the boat was nearly halfway between land and ship in the couple minutes it took him to reach its old, wooden underside. the creature wasted no more time. he spiraled downward into the deep; then, when not even arm's length from the sandy floor, he snapped his tail in one swift motion and flew back in direction of the stars. arms pinned to his side, marlowe rammed directly against the keel, sending the rowboat swaying dangerously. he threw himself against it again, but, lacking the momentum of his first assault, it still refused to capsize.

moving out from under the rocking rowboat, he slowly began to circle it with the virulence of a shark. rolling onto his back, a head of blonde curls emerged from the shaken waves, followed by a webbed hand curled against the capping's edge. " tsk tsk, someone's in such a hurry. won't you stay a while, my dear ? " he tugged with might and the boat rocked and rocked and rocked.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING STATIONARY THE CURSE OF BEING A DISCOVERY WRITER WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME BUT NOT ALL OF YOUR SHIT FIGURED OUT!!!!

[siixkiing]

☯ @dxwnxdusk​​​ ☯ — There is perks in being taller, yet there is also things he had to weigh in. Multiple encounters running in his mind, all having been carefully studied for just this exact moment. It didn't take much to end up getting close to Wukong, in a relationship as deep as theirs? Not a single problem. It's overpowering him that's the struggle, if he can remain in power. Of course, there is no hesitation as one claw wraps around the other's throat and presses him back against the wall. Unwilling to let the other make any noises he captures his lips with his own, fangs gently grazing across his lower lip.

At the same time, his free claw trailing down, already putting pressure and starting to work with the other's growing arousal. Practically smothering him in intense affection, he wanted to make him drown in the feeling he was giving him. He wanted to make the other cry his name, he'd get that one way or another.

Being ambushed in such a manner was nothing new for him, it seemed to be the shadow’s favorite way to start — taking the Great Sage by surprise. Not that he minded in the slightest. It brought such thrill to him when he was taken off guard and pounced in such a way by his mate. Relinquishing control to him was easy too. An act of utter trust when he did, he knew it would not be abused or betrayed. Not after all the effort they had made to mend their relationship and piece together that bond that they thought had all been lost. This time, he’d guard it with such ferocity and care.

He couldn’t loss it again. Not again.

A gasp had escaped him in the moment, feeling those claws grip his throat and push him against the nearby wall as Dusk struck. It made his pulse race in the moment he felt them. Leave it to his Starlight to know how to ignite that burning desire without much effort. Gods, he knew him too well sometimes — it was almost scary. Any further sounds that parted the king’s lips were swallowed by the other’s own as his lips crushed against his. Almost bruising in nature but filled with such passion and care, only earning more sounds from him in the moment.

His own claws finding purchase against his ebony counterpart, gripping into the fabric of his hanfu. Another cry swallowed by that hungry mouth as he felt the other’s free claw begin stroking him through his pants. Shivering in delight at the sensation, already feeling himself harden under the rough touch. 

Gods, he was going to be an absolute mess by the end of this — and he couldn’t help but find that thought appealing. Giving Dusk all the control in the moment, letting him dominate and play with him to his heart’s content. Soaking in that intoxicating pleasure that was growing higher and higher.