#tldr; he’s sad and wet and i love him

[starbuck]

i think the thing that endears me so much to Holly is that he’s so earnest. that man does not take a single calculated action in his entire story and it’s real sad.

[yourannoyinglittlesistersteph]

guys… hear me out..

new SECURITYWAITER AU… STAY WITH ME NOW THIS IS GONNA BE A LITTLE OFF THE RAILS.. (might write if you guys want me to, idk i dont really write much so dont expect good quality story from me 😞) (also I yap and explain things badly, bear with me)

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Ness is an overly enthusiastic PopStar/Singer/Musical Artist (i dont fucking know he sings and he’s all that with forty pounds of ass when he looks back if you want too HE SINGS BITCH) and mike is someone who is annoyed by him for how much joy he has because of how popular he is, his music gets blasted everywhere and Max and Abby LOVE him and I mean like LOVE LOVE him like fangirling but not really like THAT kind of fangirling, but kind of like “ohh my gawwd we lovee nessss” and sing his songs and Mike is like so annoyed with it (bonus points if all he hears is ness’ most popular song, whatever that could be, get creative)

So Then, Max somehow affords tickets (idk how she got them, put something random like babysitting or like drug dealing or something idek) for 3 and ends up dragging Abby and Mike along (Mike is furious because he has to miss his precious peaceful work at freddys for some loud concert, concerts aren’t his thing, yes he works at freddys) and Ness comes on, Mike is annoyed and rolls his eyes and then NESS SEES HIM AND IS LIKE “I need me that man” and its like love at first sight and Mike suddenly notices how pretty he is up close/in person but keeps his mad face, they touch fingers like a crowd high five

throughout the AU its basically like an enemies to lovers thing(??) (the trope where one of them hate the other but the other loves them and slowly the hater warms up and they fall in-love)

and then Ness makes a special event/promotion to pick a random lucky fan to go on a tour with him (ohh la la) and you have to buy these like little tickets you can get by like buying them and stuff or something like that, mike buys one to get abby to shut up, he gets chosen and is shocked; abby is shocked everyone is shocked,

Mike refuses, everyone is shocked and Ness is sad bc the attractive man of his dreams refuses to go on tour with him and basically begs him to go, promising to pay for his stuff for the whole tour he’s there (correction: he paid for all his bills and stuff) and so with no other choice he ends up going with his little pathetic wet sopping cat self next to him and yeah shit happens on their and they fall inlove in the end im too lazy and this is too long ill probably write it because i want to be more active on here

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TLDR; Ness is Popstar, Mike hates him but during a concert Ness falls in-love and Mike sees how pretty he is and Mike is picked for a promotion Ness is doing, ends up going and they fall in-love somewhat enemies to lovers style

20 notes(?) and ill actually write it on here

EDIT: I FOUND THE PICTURE I TOOK INSPIRATION FROM (imagine ness and Abby or Mike)

[notnights]

This is gonna be long because im an overthinker AND an overtalker- sorry in advance 😭

alright so i found out you wrote a fic for Ribbuns and immediately went off to check it out, and the tags actually scared me cause my taste for ribbun fics is smthn cute and fluffy- bc they get enough hate as it is, i didnt want them to hate eachother as well lol. Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

BUT once I read it!! yes it started off negative, Gangle hating him and the overall relationship theme being kinda toxic (its probably tame but im not mentally strong for this ok) although its deserved since, you know, Jax. No hate to him or anything, the fic says it all lmao

but the way you write them-- it made me open my eyes to this type of relationship between them, particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her. Woke smthn up in me frfr; ESPECIALLY THIS (along with more scenes but i esp like the power Gangle is shown to have here over him):

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He shuts up when she says his name though. Nothing more, just a clear command to stop and a quick glance up to his face. Will question why that tickles her brain later.(Acetate Tears, Chapter 1)

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this made me fall in love (as well as understand the trope more) for power trips in toxic love.

Almost made me change teams, to look for angsty toxic ribbun content despite my mentality, until:

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Jax leans into her, pounces. Gives her silly wet kisses. She gives a squeaky scream. Weakly attempts to push him away from her, despite knowing she deserves this. Well maybe not this specifically , but some form of punishment. (same source)

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THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

TLDR; your fic is honestly one of the best Ribbun fics ive read so far (im still digging through the tags!! I'm desperate for more!!) and it also awoken smthn in me that i tried to ignore hehe.

I LOVE your perception on their relationship, their behaviours, mindset, everything! Here's to hoping you'll write more ribbun, but its ok if u dont!! 🐰🎀

(im not good with words, but i hope my love for your fic is shared thru this jumble of words lol. I also hope episode 4 gives more depth to Ribbun's relationship that can bring more supporters instead of hate, since its gonna be focused on Gangle🤲)

((OH and im sharing my thoughts here instead of ao3 bc i'm super duper shy for no reason -carbon footprint scares me- and somehow tumblr asks in anon mode isnt as scary. Again, srry im saying so much 💀You dont hv to answer this since its long and not rlly an ask lmao))

Aw hey this is sweet thank you! You're all good, I am also an overthinker and overtalker (if that hasn't been apparent by the way I answer asks already) so I get it!

the tags actually scared me... Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

Hey that's alright! That's what the tags are for to make sure this is something a potential reader can handle or get prepare for! The unfortunate thing is I obviously don't want to give away too much with them such as the happy ending, so I totally understand if it wards some people off. Respect for those who know their limits!

I also wanted to leave the ending a bit ambiguous as to if they truly ended up together or not. And depending on what you're hoping for with the story might not be the happy ending [Ganlge voice] you were hoping for.

particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her.

One of my favorite things in stories about relationships is that one brings out something in the other they didn't know they needed to let out. Helps balance themselves out. Jax lets Gangle let out more than just "sadness" he lets her find out she's more than a pity party, she has anger to release and resentment to express (among other emotions). She has more than two emotions.

And while this is primarily a comment on Gangle, (this ain't about Jax right now...) Gangle lets Jax find out he's someone capable of relinquishing and receiving of love (the thing about him hating the idea of them having a "happily ever after.")

THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

Glad to hear it! I do really like Jax and Gangle being cute. But I like it more when it's after all the hard stuff. One of those well earned things. A cold glass of lemonade after mowing the grass. Eating something salty before eating something sweet and it makes it taste even sweeter!

A lot of folks make cute Jax and Gangle content that it makes me forget I don't make enough of it. Those of y'all who make cute stuff balance out whatever the hell I'm doing over here! So thanks for that.

All these things are very kind of you to say also! Thank you! It means a lot that you came to say them even though you were so shy!

Good luck with your searching! I hope you find more that you enjoy.

And yess I'm very excited for the Gangle episode either if it has some interaction between them or not. Because while I ship them and they're my two favorite characters, as my boyfriend describes "you just like Jax as an accessory to Gangle." Oops! Here's two hoping that sticker set implies there is some more meaningful interaction between them there.

[toxxtt-kotlc]

Hello! If I may, would you be amenable to expanding on your "most of you are kinda racist" tag? I do have an idea of what you're referring to with characterization for character of color, and there have been several posts about that in the fandom in the past, but I wanted to ask for clarity to know what you, specifically, have noticed. To be aware of what's happening, talk about it, correct mindsets and actions if needed

Of course, you don't have to answer and can just delete this if you'd like. No pressure. Hope you have a good day :)

hi! mostly i was referring to characterizations of the song twins and wylie and maruca. obviously posts about the issues with linh and tam have been made many times before. for the most part i think that problems with the song twins come from canon itself, but i think people in general need to be more conscientious when looking at their characters and the stereotypes that are already in them :)

and for wylie and maruca, i can't really speak on stereotypes and biases that the fandom has for them as a non-black person, but i just feel like they get put aside by the fandom a lot despite being major characters (wylie in particular)

i really feel like wylie should be an incredibly popular character in this fandom. i mean, he's just got so much... angst about him. you guys love angst. i feel like people take what makes his character so interesting and the hurt and loss that comes with him and just slap it onto another non-black character.

obviously not everyone has to be in love with wylie. but i think the reason such a hurt-and-comfort fic generating machine is ignored so much is because as a black male, he's automatically viewed as more masculine than other characters. therefore he can't be the fandom's "boohoo sad wet sopping cat" character like fitz or keefe, even though HE IS LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SOPPING WET SAD GOT KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED DEAD MOM FUCKED DAD WHAT ELSE DO YOU GUYS WANT FROM HIM!!!!!!!!

anyways i wish this was more eloquent but i just wrote this really quick!! these are really specific examples but i don't know how to put the general overall racism that i see into words... i'll work on that!! i also don't know how to explain the issues with fanon maruca that i see so

tldr: the song twin's characters have pretty obvious bias and stereotypes that the fandom needs to be more aware of, wylie isn't popular despite his sad cat-ness because black men are seen as more masculine, maruca's characterization makes me uncomfortable in general but idk how to explain it

please tell me if anything i said was wrong or hurtful! i am not black so you should always listen to black people before me. also i am probably biased as a die-hard wylie fan so take anything i say with a grain of salt :) would love to hear other people's opinions on this!

*also, put this in the tags but i feel like its important to say here too: sad sopping wet meow meow wylie is NOT a good interpretation/characterization its pretty shallow but he still should be getting the same treatment as other characters

[wiltking]

finished my ARC of Reclaimed by seth haddon. full official review under the cut if you're curious but tldr; that was a rough one.

enjoyed the intro and setup and concept, and Saba's sopping wet misery for the most part. but most of my experience was considering whether or not I should DNF once the romance got started, side characters were introduced, and the plot spun apart. and even though the trans focus was the most interesting part of the book for me i cant recommend it on that alone, because Saba's self loathing is pretty miserable for 90% of the book, and there were some glaring inconsistencies... with his own inconsistencies.

At first, this had all the makings of a 4 or 5 star book. There was so much going on in the beginning that struck so many of my personal interests. I liked the story setup: both the gravity of the situation and Saba's conflicting emotions regarding it, especially his 'selfish' motivation that lead to the catastrophe at the heart of the book. I will go to bat for messy transgender characters any day of the week, and throughout the book Saba's inner turmoil regarding his body, sense of self, and his drive to change his body at the expense of everyone and anything else -- all tied up with his guilt, anger, grief and ambition -- was my favorite element by far. Even when it was painful and depressing to see him struggle with his body as a trans reader myself. His motivation was a great catalyst for the story and I was very interested in the mystery/investigation vibe the book opened with. And of course the size difference between him and the love interest was an immediate draw as well.

However. Despite Saba and Zek being interesting characters on their own, their romance struggled to captivate me. Which is hard to say, because they had some genuinely good moments throughout the book. But too many scenes came off as the author nudging them together rather than it feeling like an organic connection between the characters themselves. And too much of it felt rather juvenile, given the circumstances and the heavy tone introduced from the beginning, and the stakes at play.

For the remaining 2/3rds I frequently considered DNFing due to this loss of interest in the romance, but also because the plot itself lost its edge, with pacing and plot decisions that felt awkward, and even inconsistencies in the writing itself (one example: where characters were described as climbing out of a gig only to be inexplicably seated in it again a few pages later).

There were also several pet peeves prevalent: from an overabundance of winking, to numerous side characters acting way too invested in Saba and Zek's relationship, even when they were barely witness to it or weren't exactly friends to either of them. As well as the casual and frequent use of the word 'slut' to describe Saba's pretty normal feelings of desire. Which brings me into another issue regarding Saba's past experiences with sex, which is only briefly described towards the end of the book and really threw me for a loop, because of how casual his sex life apparently has been up to this point when so much of his anxiety is rooted around his body and how others gender it under every circumstance. Anxiety around sex and intimacy is a real and complex thing among some trans people, but his past experiences felt wildly overlooked and dissonant compared to where we meet him as a reader. I would have liked more insight into how he overcame these anxieties with previous encounters when his anxiety has such a major grip over him through the course of this book. Especially when it seems (by implication) he might've been having sex early in his transition, or even before it. It was either a missed opportunity to add further depth to Saba's complex feelings on sex, or a very huge contradiction, to write his past in this way. But with how briefly this point was glossed over, there wasn't enough to work with either way, and that makes me very sad.

Overall, I can't say I enjoyed this book outside the first 20% or so. But I appreciate Saba's character -- for his complexities and motivations and messy emotions. I appreciate the attempt made to tell an interesting trans story heavily focused on an unconventional means of transition. I appreciate that Zek had his own (perceived) bodily imperfections. And even though the execution didn't land its mark, and I'm not sure I would really recommend this book, I can at least walk away with these positives.

[johnslittlespoon]

okay now to be Less normal and relaxed about the stalag pool discovery in a separate post. heyyy gays

ohhhh i am Thinking. first of all, we could've had it all... a summer pool scene to break up the angst... whatever it's fine. like we could've had john shaking out his wet curls and gale pretending like he's not shooting him heart eyes from across the pool but i. don't even care.

second of all, dog coded bucky fic yapping ahead, would love input from anyone remotely invested in the storyline bc i care most about how y'all feel about the flow/what you wanna see in it:

-> tldr: do the buckies deserve a pool scene in the fic. and perhaps adjacently, a chapter (at least) dedicated to summer in the stalag (filling in the gaps of all the months we didn't see in mota). plus general sadness ab mota not expanding on the stalag arc LOL

i'm fighting every beast under the sun right now because i have very much been sticking to mota show canon in yad(iym) bc i know a lot of casual buckbucky enjoyers aren't aware of info that wasn't included in the show, which is totally chill, i just don't want to throw ppl off with stuff that to them may seem unrealistic/inaccurate, yk?

but. i REALLY. want to include something about this in the fic. and in general, there's sooo much time in the stalag that wasn't accounted for in the show, which makes sense; most of the time spent there was pretty damn dull or as 'ordinary' as things can be in a camp like that so they probably felt it wouldn't be super exciting to focus on (esp with how short the show already was </3).

on top of that, the way it was portrayed in the show (aside from the library) made it seem like there was absolutely nothing to do aside from plotting their escape and playing cards– i mean all the scenes outside were barren, we didn't see much in the warmer months aside from the stump scenes, hell, john was playing fucking imaginary baseball with himself LOL give that man a pool. anyway.

i think it would be fun to explore the months we didn't see much of in the form of fic, because listen. as much as i loved the show and equally have qualms with it, to me the 'stalag arc' was one of the most fascinating settings/parts to watch and learn about, and it could've been so much more if they'd been able to dedicate more showtime to it. but i wanna know if stuff set in the stalag is also as interesting to read as it is to write?

right apologies for the word vomit, litch rally just thinking out loud as always, but reading through the article i linked in my last post really zapped my brain and gave me fresh ideas, and i'm also always very open to suggestions for things to explore in the fic <3

[forevermoreamoron]

Malevolent makes me want to violently BITE at the air while also calmly recommending it to someone I care about.

I never knew one day I would say out loud, with complete seriousness: "Damn, poor little blind English boi ....having to try and understand eldritch horror beyond his comprehension."

"Damn, poor fragmented discarded piece of the Yellow King, not knowing who he is fully except yes he does and he's not sure if he can accept that because in some little almost insignificant way, Arthur's humanity rubbed off on him."

I mean oh my gosh, the literal King in yellow is one of the WORSE fictional eldritch beings ever put to paper. The king of madness and horror so foul...he can kill thousands with a whisper and he couldn't give less of a shit.

And yet...AND YET this mad lad of a podcaster has me in literal tears over his take on this yellow bastard and his English wet rat of a man. I would die for Arthur Lester and Jon friggen doe aka: "The yellow fellow".

Like, they went from the king literally threatening to hurt Arthur constantly to him being upset and pissy for days because Arthur wouldn't let him watch a movie....a god damned MOVIE.

And he was JEALOUS because Arthur was bringing Oscar into their little quest....like he was genuinely so upset he pretended he couldn't find some car keys. Yes I know there was also the pull and the guilt and what not but think about that for a second....he quite literally was willing to let Oscar be turned into a freaks vessel....because he was jealous and hurt.

Arthur is such a stupid bastard too...I love him. Bro was scared of the fucked up eldritch voice in his head at first. Then he really said "fuck it" told the voice off, threatened to off them both and said that Jon was his best friend forever now. Bro really said " I can't stand Jon but I will die for him at any moment because He is my best friend and I love him" .

Fucker was tossed in the kings domain because he wouldn't let Jon go....sliced his own throat, took multiple stabbings to the chest and died over and over....and still wouldn't let Jon go because he CARES.

You cannot be serious.....They are willing to go through so much pain and suffering because they care about each other. Jon fucks Arthur over so many times and Arthur the same. But they always find themselves back together trying to mend whatever is torn because they CARE about each other. They have a bond that is constantly strained and fraying, but they refuse to let it break.

What they have is either really sweet or a really fucked up trauma bond....probably the latter.

I love the other characters that show up too, Oscar was a sweetheart and I really loved the motif of him being a priest on the road of redemption through helping Arthur. I fucking LOVED the butcher and was sad when he got his head popped (Rip you psycho) and Detective N-....you know what? Nevermind.....I don't want to relive that again if I don't have to honestly.

Falling in love with the world and the story is so easy. The characters are written well, I found myself invested in everything and was intrigued in every mystery. I love this podcast so much....and everything was written by one guy?

Every voiceover is done by him too...wait a minute...

Jon, Arthur, Oscar, butcher ...fucking Everyone?

What. No really, what the fuck.

Harlan you wonderful bastard, I hope all your pillows are comfortable and cool to the touch. I also hope you bang your toe on a door.

Tldr version: Fuck Kane, Fuck Larson, Love you Yellow you bitch. Please tell Jon and Arthur that I said I'd love to go on a lunch date with them and terrorize them about what happens in 2021.

[roamingtigress]

Sad Puppy, Sad Wet Kitten Poor Dutch went from loving the advanced camera photoshoot in Valentine to unexpectedly getting sad :( Which in turn made me feel a little sad/guilty; here I am a grown-ass woman attached to and feeling emotional about pixels and scripting but here we go. I took him out for a ride with Hosea back to camp . . . Where he got rained on and upset again. Even Hosea wondered why he was upset, my goodness. Once the rain stopped I took them out to the moonshine shack (as there had to be 'shine to make and deliver anyways), he cheered up after coming into Marcel's workshop (!) and had a few swigs of 'shine. I like to give him happiness <3 The coding for this guy seems amazing. It is different than playing my 'legal' vanilla RDO character; in addition to the strange unexpected moments I've pointed out in the previous post, he does have his moods, emotions etc. It's a very cool experience and something I didn't expect; I just thought it was going to be a simple aesthetic change without even the walk (which he has) and unique aiming (that he even has while riding/driving wagons), the boy is keeping me on my feet! And they on Reddit say 'mod menu losers' only push a few buttons here and there 🙃 Nah all I do is load the menu when the game's loading, change the character model to Dutch and then go and do whatever and stuff just unfolds? If I had the capability I'd love to dig around in his file to see what is in there but I enjoy finding out myself. TLDR; quirky complex character is in a different situation but still seemingly complex (and still emotional), in hell of a fun and cool crossover thing Pardon the rambling, just felt the need to share these findings <3

[lesbincineroar]

@ THE ABBACCHIO THING youre so right . i feel like ppl pick highly specific crumbs and nothing else to characterize him off of ?? why. like the scene right before he meets bruno where hes doing horribly and has his wine bottle in the abandoned house. by no means is he a normal and well adjusted individual by the time va takes place but hes. not that anymore. but then i feel like people just take that and go hmm no. he has made zero progress and hes still like this just now also pining for bruno. is that just me. again in no way claiming hes all fine and fixed now but like . oh my god sorry for the essay . tldr arbachio

PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET ABBABABA!

abbacchio has character growth that he doesnt get from brunos pussy alone. i promase

abba still has some insanities ie. he still doesnt trust his own sense of judgement by the time of va and so he believes in bruno('s mission) instead. however he has a will to live and a determination to see what comes next that is NOT present in the sopping wet cardboard box scenes yk. and then to me his character arc is fulfilled when he realizes in death that he is able to protect people and contribute to a just cause. he can be.... the guy

i focus on his capacity to grow and change which he DOES by finding a guy (:bubu:) who he really cares for yet who he also regularly yells at and criticizes for not walking his own walk about believing in him self. thats growth on abaio's part. to be loved is to be changed and for abby that means going through the whole ordeal of finding and loving bruno and feeling loved by him. only to encounter all the human and normal and everyday depressions of working in THE MAFIA if it was a 9-5 job. sad. lets hope this guy whos lived through exactly that kind of experience like cares fundamentally about the other guy's wellbeing and will be there for him as he was in his worsstttttt sopping wet moments. maybe yuri is possible

tldr arbachio

[derpu-doodles]

I noticed that you love the guys from the student council, if it's not a secret, who is your favorite and why?

oh, it's definitely not a secret LMAOO I don't think I could hide it if I tried :WHEEZE:

my favorite council member is definitely THIS mfer Right Here. Asukasei Hino, which hilariously enough seems to be the one people hate the most BAHAHA (or at least love portraying negatively) I draw him the most, write him the most, think about him the most... Shoji is definitely a close second, but all in all this dumbass has my heart in a vice grip you can also see what angle I draw in the most LMAOOO </3333 you can also definitely tell that some of these are Older Than Others but they're the nicest ones I got

as for Why He's My Favorite. that is a good question I had to dwell on that for a bit to figure it out

what comes to mind first is that. me and @reasonablemilk3254 are writing something it starts with SDR2 so no council just yet o7 but fsr we keep just dwelling on the Despair Arc LMAO and Asukasei managed to claim the Important To The Story slot, we love that for him

the second thing that comes to mind is just. how, even apart from our story, he's still taken up residence in my brain—I just. Have So Many Thoughts about him. like I have a fuckin backstory for him, a buncha HCs, just,,, he became my favorite because he's just so Interesting to think about, like. what was in his blackmail. why did he survive the longest. how was he able to land a hit on Izuru Kamukura himself (which gave birth to the Ultimate Sharpshooter HC LMAOOO). why does he look like a sad wet cat when we first see him. why does he seemingly protect Aiko at first and be horrified as hell when she's killed to the point of fucking (gestures to what he did to Tomohiko in revenge). oh no this answer is a lot longer than I thought it would be uH—

anyway yeah TLDR this guy is just so fucking funky I love him so much. he is just. He Is The Guy Ever. thank you anon for the ask I am always happy to pop off about this man <333

[uh-niran-really]

👀I'm back once again..

👐 I request a spicy fic of fem reader x precious boy niran please!

👁️👁️ One where theyre still back at the academy ( theyre alr together )

And lets pretend their classrooms had desks fit for 2 people and the front part is covered- so that means you cant see anything from their waist below- if that makes sense-

But basically, Niran has been teasing (not sexually) the reader the entire day by being extraaa flirty with satya, trying to get a reaction out of the reader, reader gets jealous which is exactly what he wanted (bc he thinks its cute) but reader thinks of another way to get him back

👀so during class reader kneels down under the desk and unzips his uniform, making Niran flustered and embarrassed asf, reader teasing his cock by licking and kissing it

Then suddenly the professor calls on Niran, making him jolt, the professor then asks him a hard question which niran thought was really unlucky because that led him to take a longer time answering

Hes stuttering and trying to be quiet or atleast muffle his small moans by covering his mouth and acting like he has a cough

But in between answers he pauses and grips his table, his breath shaky as the reader took his whole dick in her mouth and giving him a blowjob 😈🙏

Tldr shaking and stuttering niran while reader gives him risky head

When he cums in her mouth he lets out a small, breathy...and lengthyyyy moan, putting his head down on the table

And then poor satya tries to comfort him but he shakes her off, asking her not to get closer in fear that she'll hear the succkingggg going on down there-

Which only makes satya more nervous and fidgety bc niran NEVER refuses any comfort coming from her

(.. woosh transition bc idk what else to put)

After the class, everyone leaves, satya yet again is worried asf bc niran isnt leaving yet, he makes up an excuse of having to finish up a homework before moving classes

When satya leaves and the room is empty niran forces reader up on the desk, he proceeds to eat her out till his face is sopping wet from her fluids and teases the shit out of her when it gets in his hair, also i like to think he makes her cum much much more times as punishment and also likes pleasuring her till shes crying out his name 🫡

THATS ALL 😇🫶 THIS TIME LESS ANGST.. EXCEPT FOR THE JEALOUS PART AND SAD SATYA😭🙏 THEY MAKE IT UP TO HER WITH A MOVIE NIGHT TRUST ME 😭🫶

(sorry for the 1000th request in the span of a few days..)

Fem Reader x Lifeweaver - Classroom Antics

Content: NSFW - Oral sex, minor fluffy bonus, Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: Oh gosh so sorry for the wait on this one dear! I’ve been sick as you know and writing NSFW whilst ill was a bit of a challenge. Hopefully this one sounds okay and you enjoy it! Also I included some Bonus Fluff at the end for you <3 We love happy Satya!! Again, so sorry for the wait!!

Oh he really did know how to get you riled up. Your boyfriend, the ever mischievous Niran Pruksamanee, was teasing you. Again. He so loved when you got jealous, he just thought you were the cutest thing. But often he loved the affection that followed the feeling, the desperate kisses and greedy hands over his body.

Today he found a new way to tease you. Satya. Poor Satya was caught in the cross fire for this one, which made it all the more delightful for Niran. He denied any and all forms of affection from you today, opting instead to give it all to Satya. You wanted a hug? Too bad, Satya got it. You wanted a kiss, so sorry but Satya gets a forehead kiss or a kiss on the back of her hand. A compliment? Straight to Satya.

Currently Niran was hugging Satya’s waist from behind grinning at you with a knowing smile. Satya was… less than pleased by the whole thing. In fact she had asked him several times to please stop involving her in his pathetic teasing of you.

“Niran..”

“Ohh but Satyaaaaa! I’m so full of affection today!! Five more minuets!”

“You have a girlfriend Niran.” She spoke in an irritated tone.

“Oh I know, but she’s not getting my affection today.”

You knew that this was all fun and games to him and that he really did love you. If you were to be genuinely hurt he would stop the whole thing, of course. You couldn’t help but play right into his hand though with the longing looks and the lip biting. Almost every time he noticed those looks he would grin. You were starting to get a little jealous, wishing he would at least touch you. The way he held Satya so innocently was enough to send your mind spilling. He hadn’t so much as held your hand today. What you wouldn’t give for that.

“Jealous petal?” He pouted softly, already knowing you were.

“No!” You pouted, watching him hug her waist tighter, Satya frowning ever harder than before.

It was time for class and Niran attempted to sit next to Satya at the shared desk. She often liked to sit at the back where it was way less crowded and no one behind her. It was a habit you and Niran picked up by extension. Poor Satya had honestly had enough by this point thought and scowled at him when he attempted to sit down with her.

“Niran! I love you, really I do, but would you please just let me have the hour to myself!” Her voice was calm yet commanding. “I’m all out of patience for this sort of thing right now, you’ve been doing this ALL DAY. Even if I did have the patience, Y/N looks rather uncomfortable. I assume it’s your doing?”

Niran shrugged and decided that enough was enough and he was done teasing you, all too happy now to sit next to you. As for you, you had been coming up with ways to get back at him for what he did today. One such way playing on your mind.

Class begun and you start off by ‘innocently’ placing your hand on Niran’s knee. He smiles at you thinking it was a sweet gesture, which it would be, usually. Slowly over the course of about 10 minuets you start to move your hand up his leg, finally resting it on his upper inner thigh. You knew it didn’t take much to set Niran off and you could already tell he was feeling a little hot and heavy.

“We’re in class my love.” He whispered. It was so unlike you to pull this type of thing outside of the dorms.

You give him a mischievous smirk before slowly dropping to your knees and sliding over to his side of the desk. Luckily for you, the fronts and sides of the desk were covered, making this the perfect revenge. Niran gasped as he felt his pants being unzipped and starts to get flustered.

“Sweetness what are you- Mmmfp!” He covered his mouth in time to catch his soft moan. You wasted no time teasing his cock. Why would you? You were going to enjoy this for all it was worth. He teased you so much today that this was sweet revenge.

Your lips felt so soft against him it was enough to make him harder than he already was from all the teasing you did. He tried his best to remain composed as he felt your warm tongue lick from the base to his tip, planting a soft kiss where you stopped. You continued to toy with him and tease him for a few more minuets sending him wild. It wasn’t enough to have him even remotely close to cumming, but was more than enough to have his mind on you.

“Mr Pruksamanee, why don’t you answer this next question?”

The professor had called on him making Niran jolt suddenly. This mind was frazzled and he could barely think straight. You continued to toy with your poor boyfriend, loving how flustered he was. The question was particularly difficult but Niran usually wouldn’t have much trouble formulating a response.

“I- uhhhh.. mmmm! I-“ He covered his mouth to let out a small moan, disguising it as a cough, before trying his hardest to focus on the question written on the board.

“The anSWER.. ohh.. the answer is…”

He grips the top of the desk, knuckles turning white, as he desperately tries not to moan again. You were being particularly teasing with him in this moment and it had him so on edge. Satya looks over and sees how hard he’s struggling, wondering what was wrong. Still she said nothing. Niran’s eyes widen as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and slowly start to take his full length.

“Yes Mr Pruksamanee?”

“Hard… mmmmpffhhh.. Hard light… is… has… oh god..”

The blow job you were giving him felt so good. It’s all his mind could focus on right now. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment picturing you below him and how cute you must look with his cock in your pretty little mouth.

“Uhhh… multip- mul- mmmmmm!”

“Hard light has multiple properties that make it an excellent tool for almost any application. The user simply has to understand the intricate vertices of the object they wish to create before bending and shaping the light how they wish.”

“Very good, Miss Vashwani.”

Satya looked over at Niran highly concerned yet still said nothing. It was a hard question to answer but one Niran was more than capable of answering. He was bright red in the face and whimpering like a sad puppy.

Niran hardly cared what was going on now Satya had answered, he was loving the way you sucked his cock so lovingly. You felt so good wrapped around him like that. He bit his lip softly to hide his soft breathy moans, and husky pleas for more. Being the good girlfriend you were, you spot the signs of his impending orgasm and deep throat him as he cums inside your mouth.

“Chaiiiiiiiii!” His moan was breathy and lengthy as he rested his head on the desk. His mind was in running wild with thoughts of you shallowing his load, something you often did. You did shallow his load, but you weren’t done, oh no. Instead you continued to tease him, wanting to keep this little game going.

Satya was really concerned for her best friend now. He had been acting weird all class and she wanted to know if he was okay.

“Niran..? Are.. are you alright?”

You continued to suck his cock softly, keeping him flustered. Part of you wanted to see how he reacted to her. Would he whimper or keep his cool?

“Y-yes.”

She began to reach over to try and comfort him, wanting him to be okay. She started to feel a little bad for complaining at him earlier.

“Can I hel-“

“No!!”

She stops moving immediately, her hand recoiling at the sudden loud noise. A few people turn around and stare too, before shrugging and continuing to listen to the class. Niran stares at her equally as shocked, not meaning to shout at her like he did, he just didn’t want her to hear the salacious sounds of you sucking him off.

“Sor-sorry..” She squeak.

She begins to stim making Niran feel worse, thought it’s quickly replaced with the pleasure you continue to give him. You almost rewarding him for keeping this a secret, though you did feel bad for Satya, making a mental note to apologise to her later.

Satya’s mind was frazzled, so concerned for Niran that she hardly realised you weren’t beside him. She kept thinking about the way he shooed her away, when he typically craved comfort. She too made a mental note to try and be extra comforting later when he was feeling a little better.

Niran was making mental notes too. He too was going to make it up to Satya later, still feeling pang of guilt. But most of all, he was fantasising all the things he was going to do to you once he could. His top priority was to have you moaning his name. You continued to play with his cock until the end of class where everyone started to get up and leave, save for poor Satya, whose mind was in bits with worry.

“N-Niran.., it’s time to go..”

“You go on without me dearest, I’m going to stay and do some homework.”

“But you never do your homework..”

“Time I started getting around to that. Y/N will be joining me soon, so we’ll see you later okay?”

She nodded but lingered for a minuet or two not sure what to do in this situation she was worried she had upset him. He offered her a smile and promised that things were fine and that he would chat with her later. With a soft nod of her head she left, turning back once more to check on him as she left the classroom.

“Up.” Niran commanded, his voice husky and lustful.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he pushed back his chair and forced you up and onto the desk in front of him.

“Oh wãan-jai you have no idea what you’ve started do you? No idea.”

“You started it Niri.” You giggle softly at him.

“And I’m finishing it.”

His lips were on yours briefly before taking his seat again, lifting up your skirt and slotting his fingers in the waist band of your underwear, pulling them down with an agonising slowness. He watched as you squirmed a little, mostly out of anticipation.

“Aww Kon Dii, you’re all wet for me, that’s adorable. You want me that badly?”

You nod your head as he lowers his to kiss your inner thighs. He starts off slow and teasing before eventually picking a sweet spot and sucking on it softly, forming a love bite. Niran loved leaving those in intimate places. To everyone else you appeared pristine and untouched, but he knew the truth, you were well and truly his.

“Such pretty skin you have darling.”

Niran was good with his mouth, and not just with words. He knew what to do to have you crying out his name, followed by a string of curse words. The way he flicked his tongue across your clit had you eliciting a gentle cry from your lips. He often loved the vocal feedback you gave him. He loved to know he pleased you in every way possible. Soon he had you gushing from his tongue, a small smirk plastered across his lips, holding you down not wanting you to wiggle away from his grasp. He wouldn’t let you go, not now, not when he had you so worked up. He continued to eat you out through your orgasm, laughing softly at your pleas and cries for him to give you a break, your poor legs shaking from the sheer pleasure.

“When have you ever known me to just give you just one orgasm gardenia?”

Your soft moans and pleas were like music to his ears. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop until he was satisfied. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together but what good were his muscles if he couldn’t keep your legs apart. He loved how sensitive you were, so vulnerable, so cute.

“Niri!!” You shrieked already feeling another orgasm building, still highly sensitive from the last one.

He looked up at you with hungry eyes, mouth never ceasing to move away from his delightfully sweet dessert, an eye brow raised challenging you. The look he gave you was enough to have you cumming again, much to Niran’s enjoyment.

“Ohh sweetie, it’s all in my hair.” He teased softly. “I just washed it, looks like you’ll have to help me wash it later hmm?”

Shower sex was another of his man’s favourite things to do, you were convinced he would do anything with you though, as long as you were comfortable with it. Anything to please you, his most treasured girl. He hardly gave you chance to come down from this high either, continuing to lick and flick his tongue over your abused clit. He had decided that this wasn’t enough however and he needed to punish you further. He was sure one finger dipping inside you would be enough to send you over the edge but you were such a naughty girl he decided to double that, thrusting two fingers inside you with no warning.

“Niran!!”

“Yeah that’s it Cutiepie, call my name.”

He was relentless, loving every minuet of the pleasure he gave you. You were sure a good girl for him most of the time, but he loved when you were bad too. He continued his assault, closing his eyes as if he were in heaven, because to him he was. Pleasuring you was akin to pleasing himself. You were his priority.

“Close Kon Dii?”

He didn’t even have to look at you to know. The way you whimpered for him was all he needed to hear. Soft little mews and sweet little “uhh” were like music go his ears. Though he especially loved when you lost your mind to the undeniable pleasure. Forgetting where you were, you let out a guttural cry as he had you cumming a final time, smirking in delight.

“That’s my girl, so lovely.”

Finally he let you come down from your high, your senses had been stress tested to the max and overstimulation was surprisingly enjoyable for you, to which he made a mental note to do it again. His face was glistening, yet he looked so handsome. You couldn’t help but hug him, feeling emotional after all the stimulation he gave you.

“Was I too rough on you, petal?

“No, I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.”

——💎——

Bonus:

Back at the dorm, the two of you had decided to be extra affectionate with Satya that evening. She had come home from the library to kisses and cuddles from her two best friends. She flustered wondering what was going on before being dragged to the sofa for a movie night, Niran hugging her on her left and you on her right.

“Sorry for worrying you Satya dearest. I’m fine, I can assure you there is nothing to worry about!” He winked at you, Satya most certainly seeing, but most likely not caring or understanding.

“I’m sorry too Satya! He can be such a pain sometimes can’t he?”

She teared up, feeling so happy to have two wonderful best fiends in her life. She wondered why you were both showing her with love but for once, she didn’t mind! She was just happy that Niran wasn’t mad with her or flustered anymore.

“Y-yes. He can.” She nodded, hands resisting the urge to stim from joy. She didn’t want to worry you both.

“Thank you..” She squeaked, snuggling back with both of you, eyes fixed on the TV but mind racing with happy memories of the three of you, together.

Operation make Satya happy, was a success!

[reinemichele]

"How's the new cat going, Erin?" Oh, you know

(I was going to include at least my right eye in the top pics, but I look, uh, sleep deprived and miserable . Yeah . Until I can get my health issues somewhat resolved, I don't think I'll be posting much of my face 😭 but he was cuddled up by my neck, jamming the back of his head as far into my right eye socket as he could. I took off my glasses for both of our comfort, lmao)

But today is day 4, and he's been cuddling and purring with me since day 2. His name is Kacey (or KC?), he's around 10, neutered and not declawed, thankfully. He's a little overwhelmed and scared still, but I've been lying down on the blankets palm up to show that he's safe and I'm not a threat. He was lying on the cold floor away from the blankets, so I realized that they must smell too much like our other pets even though I washed them before he got here. After I got up after lying down with him, he moved to that exact spot on the blankets, so I put one of my jackets soft side up in case that made him feel more comfortable/safe, and he's been sleeping there a lot.

I'll try to TLDR this explanation, but basically, one of my mom's patients is dying and needed a new home for her cat. Her daughter basically said that she'd take the cat to the pound or put it on the street, and we were contacted because Everyone who knows us knows we love cats and have a lot of experience with them. They asked us to intervene before this animal had to suffer like that.

I feel guilty taking this patient's cat; people not being able to take care of their pets is always sad, but this was the cruel decision of her family, and not even her own choice. So, I feel guilty, but I know that this was the kindest thing we could do, and that at least this way we know that her cat is going to a loving home.

This daughter was also only feeding him dry food (which, if you didn't know, is Really Detrimental To A Cat's Health, causing chronic dehydration and increasing their chances of kidney disease/UTIs, which cats are already susceptible to) so we've been slowly reintroducing wet food to him, so that it doesn't overwhelm his digestive system and make him feel sick. And, as usual, he's hanging out in the laundry room away from the other cats so they can slowly get used to each other's presence and scents.

[marblemartian]

sorry if this is not tonally what anyone wants to hear, but we ALL need be more frank on how cruel and downright Bad it is to make your pets overweight.

i have worked in the pet industry my entire professional career, i work with licensed vets, although i am not one myself, and have personally rescued and rehabbed an obese gecko.

every fucking day i see dogs in and out of my work that are just Massively over-conditioned, at SUPER young ages too. do you know how drastically obesity can affect lifespan in your pets?

i know for dogs, big dogs who already have shorter lifespans, it can affect them by at least 2 years. snakes, by HALF. typically for large snakes the lifespan is about 20 years, power feeding takes them down to 10.

there is a lab boarding at my work currently who is only 2 years old and AT LEAST 50 lbs overweight. i cannot even begin to imagine the strain on his joints, let alone the pressure on his organs. his lungs are at a huge risk of collapsing its so so so sad to see. yet his parents feed him about 2 cups morning and night BOTH with treats, and a whole meal of Just treats in between, AND treats to go to bed.

for reference, treats should make up TEN PERCENT of your pets diet, MAXIMUM. hes also neutered! spayed and neutered animals, according to MY vet, of course ask your OWN vet before changing your pets diet, recommends a calorie cut of ONE THIRD when your pet gets fixed due to the hormone change. they ALSO have an increased risk of hyperthyroidism after a spay or neuter, which will worsen their weight gain problem even Further.

my honest opinion, purposefully overfeeding and power feeding are forms of animal abuse. a lot of people are ignorant on how they SHOULD best be feeding their animals and its really really sad. you dont need to be rich to feed your pets good food anymore, its 2023, theres a LOT of affordable brands that have great ingredients and proper nutrition for your pet!! just do your RESEARCH and if you cant afford their diet then the bottom line is you cannot afford your pet. period.

TLDR: ALWAYS consult a vet before changing your pets diet, do not overfeed your pets on purpose, treats should be <10% of your pets diet

also side tangent, the amount of ppl that board cats at my work that A. free feed and B. feed KIBBLE is fucking ridiculous. make sure your cats are on fucking wet food that does NOT contain carrageenan. also for the love of GOD stop feeding royal canin to Any animal, their ingredients are shit and i Barely consider that shit food.

[kit-williams]

How do I explain it...

He's a sad wet stray cat that hisses at you when you just watch it eat catfood out of the can.

He is someone that you just ultimately pity because he's like he didn't have to turn out like this... I like him because he has that aesthetic that I enjoy and is crazy...

Basically why do you like any man you know would be utterly bad for you just toxic but it's just a treat to have.

TLDR He's bad and I love him

After mindlessly scrolling the tumblr side of the Warhammer community for about a week now, I’ve begun to notice that people seem to really like Konrad Curze. Like, REALLY like Konrad Curze. And there’s nothing wrong with that, you do you, but I feel the need to ask…

Why?

[baalzebufo]

finally got the hang of this guy :) ironed out my style and design for him. also wanted to draw some different emotions

you messed with the wrong bug

[chdarling]

For the Director’s Cut ask! “Then he slipped off his boots and his bathrobe and handed them to his dad. It was necessary, as anything he took with him into the cellar would be destroyed by the wolf, but Remus did not like standing there naked, so he turned quickly and descended the narrow stairs into the cellar, toes curling upon the cold, wet stone.” (your characters are so living and breathing and beautiful and sad and omg I love 🥺)

Along with this passage, I saw the ask you just answered about Lyall doing his best to help Remus with his post-transformation healings but not being a great Healer, and I wanted to ask: does Remus always have his dad help with his recovery after full moons? or does his mom help deliver/retrieve him from the cellar as well? Or did his mom used to help when Remus was little and his dad helps now? TLDR, I’m curious about the system the Lupins devised to help their baby boy with his time of the month

P.S. I love you and thank yoouuuu 🥰

ksajgklsdgjlsak I love this ask thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I have SO MANY Lupin family head canons, and we will definitely get more insight into Remus’s childhood and relationship with his parents as the series progresses.

Here is some background Lupin lore that answers your question and isn’t too spoilery:

(warning: feelings ahoy)

In the first few moons following the bite, his parents just locked Remus in his bedroom during the full moon. He was small enough that they could get away with it, although he did a lot of damage to the place. As he grew, it quickly became apparent that they needed a different system. Lyall was the one who eventually found the old farmhouse with the bomb shelter cellar that would become Remus’s monthly prison.

Hope didn’t like it. It took a lot of arguing to convince her to lock her son away in the cellar once a month. Lyall kept insisting that as a Muggle, she simply didn’t understand what werewolves were capable of; Hope countered that she didn’t care.

After one close call too many, she finally relented. However, she was determined to make it as homey as possible, so she painted the walls blue and spent a wonderful afternoon decorating them with her six year old son. The peeling paint of these walls in Chapter 5 of TLE2 is one of my favorite images because it’s sort of apocalyptic. It feels to me like something you’d find in a hospital scene from a zombie video game. And in a sense, Hope faced a tiny apocalypse every month.

When he was little, Remus’s mother used to sit down in the cellar with him in the hour leading up to the full moon, telling happy stories and singing songs. She insisted on staying until the very last moment, when Lyall would literally have to drag her away. Those weren’t good nights. More than once, Hope stayed outside the cellar the whole night long, listening to her baby scream and howl, helpless to do anything but cry. It made Lyall sick to see what the stress was doing to both his wife and his son, but there was nothing he could do.

Both Lyall and Hope would go to collect Remus the next morning — Hope for comfort, Lyall for Healing. He got better at it as the years went on, he had to, but Healing was never Lyall’s strength and he relied heavily on expensive potions and ointments bought from various apothecaries (alternating frequently, so no one would catch on). Not to mention a few experimental cures, which didn’t work and often had unpleasant side effects.

Eventually, as Remus got older and more aware of what was happening, he asked his mother not to come with him to the cellar anymore. He pretended like he was too grown up for his mother's comfort, but in truth he just couldn’t bear to see her cry the next morning. He didn’t want to keep hurting her.

Hope protested, but Remus held firm and Lyall backed him up. And so it became the routine that Lyall would walk Remus to the cellar every full moon and lock the doors, and Lyall would collect him the next morning and fix him up as best he could, and Hope would make his favorite breakfast and read him stories and play him songs on the guitar and do what she did best, which never, ever seemed to be enough: She loved him.