#toxic send TWEET!!!!

[neige-leblanche]

when im talking abt twst first years i would not want to become housewardens btw i am mainly referring to sebek. he is way too much like me and when something similar happened to me i could not handle it at all so i like to vicariously save myself from the time i had by having him happy & prospering as just a regular diasomnia student lol

[what-is-my-aesthetic]

GET HER BONEY LITTLE BACK!!!!!

[arkiwii]

Kristen Arknights is giving me brainworms this cannot continue

Before Lone Trail, I was really convinced that "ah yeah so she's really evil", like what, she approved and conducted the Diabolic Experiment? She approved the experiment at Site #359 and was probably looking at the giant Hub from her window, presumably while eating popcorns, and when Saria arrived to scream at her "WHAT THE FUCK" Kristen just replied "Oh hey I knew you would solve it"? She also funded Loken's Watertank and collected his data on children experiments after he got arrested??

Any sane person would be calling her an egoist, a betrayer, a seeker, a loner

And yet, she was a pioneer.

Lone Trail dropped and now, I don't even know what to think anymore of this character. Like I don't approve what she has done, but also, I don't hate her. She put me into a state of mind I can't think straight anymore. This dog is TRULY fucked up.

She was obsessed, truly obsessed by her dream. She wanted to achieve what her parents had failed to do. She wanted to honor her family, to prove something to the world. To find the truth. To break the sky.

And she fucking did it. She absolutely did. She achieved it, she had done what nobody has ever done before. Regardless of the methods, regardless of morals and ethics, what she did was HUGE. That night, everyone on Terra looked up at the sky. She made a huge step forward, she revolutioned and changed things. The moment she pierced the starpod, a page in the history of the world had been turned, a new era has started. This event was major. And countless scientists will look up upon her, and for ages, her name will be praised.

And she did at what cost? Everything. Her own life, her friends.

I can't stop thinking about how much she tried to keep Saria away from her. I thought that Kristen was using Saria, that she didn't care about her, but actually it's... Something else. She does care about Saria, but it's Saria who was completely obsessed with Kristen. It's Saria who refused to let go. Of course, Saria devoted her life to protect Kristen, she wanted to stay with her until the very end. Kristen did not wanted it, she wanted Saria to continue to live on. It's her dream, and she's ready to die to achieve it. Not Saria's. Nor Muelsyse's.

I can't stop thinking about how she tried EVERYTHING to stop Saria. She studied her Arts, found ways to supress them, created Power Armors to neutralize them, she showed coldness to Saria to keep her away. But god, Saria was clingy as hell. If Kristen had to get to install a trap door in her spaceship SPECIFICALLY for Saria, that's to say how much Saria did not want to let go.

Saria was ready to die for Kristen, she was ready to stay with her until the very end. But Kristen always had in mind to go alone.

And in the end, she had to show Saria that she deserves to live, to continue, that there's still people who need her. Rhine Lab needs her. Ifrit needs her. Silence needs her. Rhodes Island needs her. She can't join Kristen like that. She can't die yet.

Even if Kristen was obsessed by her dream, she was still able to care enough for Saria and the people around her.

And god fucking damn I'm crying

Kristen is absolutely the best antagonist of all Arknights there's absolutely no way we can't do better, I'm standing on my ground

[fullmoonfireball]

the fuck is up with them

[scrawnytreedemon]

Writing for this ZelZant fic I've been working on-and-off since mid-June. God these two are so fun to bounce off each other-- Not even romantically at this point, just gritting pleasantries through their teeth while simultaneously having moments of curiosity.

[I'm gonna continue rambling under the cut in case this gets very long, lol <3]

To grab some stuff directly from Discord chats:

It's just. They're so soooo. Twilight Princess' whole baseline is power, who gets it, what they do with it, and what that entails, and I find these two in particular to be especially fun in this regard, since they're both trying to project an aura of legitimacy moreso than the other main characters(Link is an Ordon goatherd who has to take up power but is not to use it beyond this liberatory purpose, Midna hides her true nature as Twilight Princess and doubts herself even as her status is crucial, Ganondorf wants to throw everything out because he recognises the whole institution as corrupt even as this version of him gestures to divine mandate as proof of his own competency, ect.).

Zelda is the would-be monarch of Hyrule, a bloody institution that, even if not responsible for the banishment of the Twili themselves, are heavily implied to have enacted genocide on the Gerudo, whom I consider Zant(and Midna!) diaspora of. At the same time, Zant himself is undeniably a cruel, oppressive figure not only robbing Zelda of her birthright, but all of Hyrule of its freedoms. He's a strongman dictator, hyped up on religious fervour and tight-lipped egomania.

This is by no means a super deep or particularly "great" exploration of the topic, but for me, in this little context, this weird topsy-turvy dynamic is fascinating. Historically, Zelda's ancestors were the ones doing the oppressing, but in the here and now Zant is trying to enact it upon her, while also leveraging this paternalistic, politely-misogynistic affect. It's everything he should, in theory, stand-against, but Zant for all his talk is nothing but an opportunist.

(He has no morals, he has no values-- He really is a Tory! My god 😭)

But like, despite all that, I do think the ways in which they are similar lend themselves to a degree of chemistry nevertheless. I think even without the backdrop of war and conquest, it'd remain stilted, and they'd still have issues with each other... But, oh!

They're fascinating. They remind me of those late-19th century early-20th not-quite-aristocratic couples forreal. Fucked up. Love that for them <3

[benjamin-ovich]

okay but you CAN NOT tell us that and then not give us a snippet. give us a snippet. this is a sign from god to give us a snippet

ask and you shall receive, queen (nsfw)

“What has being in love with James brought you? Nothing but misery and heartbreak.” Remus starts stroking Sirius off as he speaks, in a soft and mocking tone. “He uses you, Padfoot, then goes home to someone else once he’s good and satisfied. But you know that. You just roll over and let it happen anyway, because – Merlin, I can’t imagine why, but you do, and where’s it gotten you? You’re so in love with James, you’ve forgotten how to love yourself. ”

Sirius can't speak – when Remus finally lets go of his throat he can only suck in several huge, gasping lungfuls of air, his face white and bloodless. An involuntary, shuddering moan escapes him when Remus’ hand increases its pace, and, fuck – despite himself, Sirius feels oddly turned on by this side of his friend, who’s always seemed so mild-mannered, so controlled around him…

“Do it again,” he manages, in a hoarse voice.

Remus frowns. “What?”

“What you just did. Choke me.”

Remus doesn’t wait for him to ask twice, just does it; in an instant his fingers have wrapped around Sirius’ neck again, squeezing tight. Sirius moans, a flux of pleasure rushing straight to his head, his eyes fixed on Remus the entire time. Without air to breathe, there’s no room for emotion, no room for thought, no room even for pain. Everything in his brain goes blissfully silent, all the bitterness and misery vanishing into black smoke. 

“You like the pain, don’t you?” Remus continues, barely above a whisper, still pumping Sirius’ cock with his other hand. “You know, I never understood it, your whole thing – why you throw your entire life away chasing one person, why you wreck every good thing you’re given – but I think I get it now. You, Sirius Black, are a fucking masochist – I mean, literally. That’s why you’re letting me talk to you like this, because it turns you on, doesn’t it? You like being told how pathetic you are, you like the pain and the humiliation of your worst fears about yourself coming true.”

When Remus lets him breathe, Sirius kisses him, gasping and moaning into Remus’ open mouth. His whole body is thrumming with heat, a dizzying blend of fury and lust that sets his veins afire. “Fuck, Remus, don’t stop – do it again, again.”

[smarti-at-smogwarts]

OC Pride Challenge 2023 ⍚ WEEK FOUR (June 22nd—28th): PROMPTS ⍚   Prompt #7 (June 28th): Reflect ⍚ Theo Abott + Reflections on Motherhood ( ft. Josie Abott) ⍚ Web weaving

[shalomniscient]

for educational purposes……..do you do scummy content?

if so i need ur take on scummy rahu

ok hang on a sec anon please allow me a smooth brain moment but what exactly do you mean by scummy? i assume it means like, an asshole, but i just wanna double check in case you meant something else sdkjdhdj

[princemick]

some of yall need to remember caw caw *eagle screech* man lit posted maga on his insta like 2 years ago

[crossbackpoke-check]

number 99 on your spotify

ooooo it’s rue by girl in red!! i will say the girl in red selections on my wrapped are not indicative of my favorites ✊😔 that’s what you get for letting your friends have the aux on the way to the concert

[ghostfacd]

SASSY MEN DO IT BETTER! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which yours and tom’s behind the scenes gossip session goes viral and everyone’s dying to know who’s it about

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to whomever requested this, nonnie i love you! this was so much fun to write and instead of Instagram posts, I decided to do tweets this time! enjoy as always and thank you for the overwhelming support on my au, it means so so much

installment of this au (recommend reading for context)

It started off innocent.

Just you and Tom in the background of a Behind The Scenes video where Rachel was currently talking about her character, Lucy Gray Baird.

You and Tom were fairly close in proximity—as you always were anyway—and you two were scrolling through your phones, showing each other funny videos or pictures of beautiful places that showed up on your feed.

That was until a message popped up from your ex, some jerk who had somehow gained a role in a movie and thought he was now some hotshot in the film industry.

“Oh seriously,” Tom mutters, watching as you tapped on the messages your ex had sent you. “He’s got to be kidding.”

Your ex had apparently “missed you greatly” and wanted to hang out so you two could catch up. He said he watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and was in awe of how well you acted. If he wasn’t such a toxic asshole when you two were dating, you would take it as a compliment.

“I don’t know where he has the nerve.” Tom says, giving you a disgusted look. “Like girl, please.”

“Girl please?” You say, giggling as your head fell back into his chest. “Baby, I didn’t know you said things like that.”

“There’s plenty of more where that came from,” he says, “Okay, I need to stop. What if someone on set thinks I’m crazy?”

“They already think you’re crazy.”

Tom rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder back slightly. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“I think you’re more of the girlfriend in the relationship Tom,” you say, shrugging. You fail to hold in your laugh as you watch Tom’s expression turn into shock. “I’m kidding, thank you for being the best boyfriend I can ask for.”

He grumbles a sure whatever under his breath when you engulf him in a tight hug.

“You’re practically crushing my lungs.” He says a minute in, only to be responded with a roll of your eye. “But hey, I’m much better than that newbie actor ex of yours, right?”

“Is that even a question?” You say, pulling away. “He was just nonchalant and mean to me half of the time. Don’t know why I even dated him.”

Your phone goes off, another message coming from your ex. “Oh, he called you knock off Draco Malfoy, which by the way, isn’t even an insult because he doesn’t even come close to you or Draco Malfoy in terms of looks.”

Tom lets out an honest to God laugh at your commentary, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but didn’t you have a huge crush on Malfoy as a kid?”

You pretend to think for a minute before nodding your head teasingly, “yeah, I guess things never change huh?”

“Okay stop, you know I’m a fake blonde.”

And the entire moment between you and Tom is captured on camera, sending your fans into a frenzy as they watched how cute you two were with each other.

[luveline]

i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33

I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k

modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships

"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.

"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen. 

James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?" 

"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there." 

"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"

James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?" 

"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself." 

"Why the fuck?" James asks. 

"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?" 

"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?" 

"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable." 

He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?" 

James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?" 

You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like." 

"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice." 

"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy." 

"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads." 

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you." 

James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly. 

"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for." 

James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?" 

"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum." 

"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."

"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore." 

"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway." 

"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking." 

You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks. 

"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married." 

James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel." 

[ixzotica]

SOCIAL MEDIA THINGS TO SCRIPT / MANIFEST divider credits ♡

social media is less toxic/rude.

pinterest has a clear all search and pin history setting.

all of the posts on your private accounts never get leaked.

you never have your personal information leaked on social media.

you never get banned off of any social media or get your accounts locked.

every username you think of using for social media is never taken by someone else or bots.

twitter is still called twitter and isn't called “x” or whatever. also the logo is still the bird as well.

your social media posts always go viral for positive reasons (because i can't stand no hater ass mfs.)

your social media supporters/friends actually interact with your posts and leave comments and stuff.

twitter allows you to edit your tweets for free but only twice (idk, i thought it'd be funny to only let it be twice.)

you have the ability to delete other people’s comments without them knowing even if they aren’t under a post you made.

things that make you uncomfortable or feel ashamed/bad never appear on your timeline, dashboard, recommended, front page or fyp on social media.

you have the ability to go into the tumblr settings and go into a section that allows you to see the accounts of everyone who sends you anonymous messages (what they sent, their account, you get it.)

anti-shifter, proship/profic, ageplay, pro ana, bigot/incel, and any variation dni

[hayatoseyepatch]

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a/n: Consider this my apology for the Endo angst I posted a few days ago. I just KNOW this man is prime real estate some NASTY jealous sex.

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-JEALOUS. Oh my god is Endo one jealous motherfucker. Extremely possessive.

-One of his favorite things to do is mark you up. Just loves the way his bruises decorate your skin, how he just knows anyone who looks at you knows just exactly what you had been up to the night prior.

-He also loves the way your marks litter his skin. He wears them like badges of honor. Endo loves being yours just as much as he loves you being his.

-He will often forego the flannel or any form of outerwear, just wearing his signature tank top. All to just be able to brandish the indents your nails left on his shoulders the night prior as he fucked you dumb.

-But, if you’re a part of Bofurin? He isn’t with you all the time, knowing you spend so much time with the Furin boys when he isn’t there. He is especially jealous of Umemiya, the way Chika only smiled because of him? He’s only worse knowing how much time you spend with him.

-And that jealousy? He definitely takes it out on your cunt.

Endo’s pace is relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room like a symphony. Endo had been fucking you for what seemed like hours, all because of a simple text Umemiya had sent about how his tomato plant was coming along. Before you knew it, Endo had you on your knees, his large hand curled around your throat, using it as leverage to pull your body flush against his.

Your eyes rolled back, the fast harsh pace of his hips had you on the brink of orgasm for the umpteenth time that night. A chorus of his name and pleas falling from your lips, you could feel Endo’s smirk as his teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh of your neck. “Listen to you, fucked so dumb on my cock all you can say is ‘Yamato, please’~” He taunts, lips grazing your ear as he mocks you. “Go on bunny, use your words, tell me what you want.” He teases, pulling a pathetic whimper from your lips. “Please, Yamato, please… wanna come. Please fill me up with your cum, daddy.” You cry, syllables broken through sobs of pleasure as you beg for release.

“Oh yeah? That so baby? Want me to fill that pretty pussy so full that you’re leaking for days? So full that by the time Umemiya gets his hands on you he'll use my cum as lube cause you'll still be so full of me?” He cackles cruelly at the way you try and hide your face from the humiliation of the words spilling from his lips. “Don’t even try and deny is baby, I felt the way that pretty pussy throbbed around me at the mention of his name” He grimaces, hips snapping cruelly hitting that spot deep inside you that has your eyes glazed over from unshed tears at the overwhelming pleasure.

“That it? You want Umemiya to fuck you? Maybe I'll stuff you full and make you wear a pretty plug to leave him a nice present before I let you fuck him. I think you like the sound of that huh princess?” His words send a shockwave of pleasure to your cunt, the coil building in your stomach barely hanging on by a thread at the combination of the filthy words leaving his lips, coupled with his sporadic movements. He lets a hand wander down your body, two thick fingers rubbing harsh circles around your clit, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm in an attempt to ground yourself.

Endo let out a loud growl of your name as the drag of your nails incorporated pain into the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “Go on princess, come for me, wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock. Fuck just like that princess go ahead come for me angel fucking come for me.” He accentuates every word with a deep harsh snap of his hips.

His words were all it took to send you over the edge, throwing your head back and making a sad attempt to meet his thrusts with your own hips. Your walls to clamp down on his cock, as if your body obeyed his very order, hips bucking and body shaking violently as you came undone for him. He groans, loud and deep, feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips finally still. He releases your throat, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him pressing a long loving kiss to your lips as he lays you both down in the bed. You notice as shift in the bed as he reaches over to grab something from the dresser. Your eyes widen as he procures a plug from the drawer, letting you know he was going to make good on threat.

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I hope you enjoyed, as always let me know what you guys think, and I'll see you in the next one!!

[scrawnytreedemon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Princess Hilda/Yuga Characters: Princess Hilda (Legend of Zelda), Yuga (Legend of Zelda), Yuga Ganon Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Underage, Master/Servant, Anthro/Human Relationships, Licking, Biting, Healing, Older Man/Younger Woman, Coworkers to lovers, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Cuddling & Snuggling, teenage girls stop apologising challenge, Anxiety, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Beastial Behaviour, Kissing, First Kiss, Underage Kissing, Princess/Shitty Paint Wizard who she must rely on, Boar Edition™, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary:

Fumes rising from the deep, the heavy clink and groan of the chains. The dull thud of the soldiers' footsteps, making their patrols. The hall is somehow sweltering in that stuffy, sticky kind of way, while also being lashed by icy drafts snaking their way in through cracks in the brickwork. Lava glows warm against purple-blue walls.

Lorule Castle is truly a thing to behold.

Only two Sages left to go. They ought to wrap up the preparations. Counterintuitive as it might seem to imperil the hero you're luring, he'd be all too suspicious to find the castle bare. Besides... She wants to see him challenged. Behold the Courage enshrined. Redundant, perhaps. Indulgent, maybe.

Yuga wants to put hog-heads up on the throneroom walls.

Hilda groans.

In the perpetual dusk of Lorule Castle, its two inhabitants convene. Despite everything, including herself, Hilda longs for warmth. Yuga, for all his cruelty, gives it.

~*~

Finally have something out for this ship lads let’s fucking GOOOOOOOOOO

[dateamonster]

no more dark academia enemies to lovers feminist retellings of hades and persephone until someone writes me a minimum 50k words of athena x arachne toxic yuri where arachne is a fucked up vengeful spider monster send tweet