#unclear why i had to do that lmao

[six-of-ravens]

well, accidentally "napped" not just in the evening but all night so I slept like 12 hours total.

[shirefantasies]

How would the fellowship confess to their crush??? 🤭🤭 ty<3

oh hoo yes ma'am/sir/friend 😌 the pleasure is all mine! Expanding this to everyone cuz I wanna as always & incorporating some TH fanon (?) lmao

How LoTR Characters Confess to You

Aragorn

Upon your ride into battle he would hardly be parted from you, and you him, so it suited you very well to remain alongside the Three Hunters. Gimli had quickly leapt from his mount, axe blazing in what little daylight remained, and Legolas had not strayed too far behind. Aragorn had become surrounded in that time, crowds of striking enemies surrounded. With a cry, you charged through them, alerting numerous other fighters to your rapidly growing cause. All but seeing red, you fought hard, leaving none spared until your dear friend was safe again. When you dismounted, Aragorn pulled you aside under the guise of checking your wounds. "What would you have done if none joined you?" At that question, you smiled. "I had faith. But had that faith failed, I still would have rode to you." Steady though his gaze was, his hand briefly faltered before it took yours. "As would I for you, my love," he replies and you feel a tug, giving in to the sweat and adrenaline and letting him pull you into his lips.

Legolas

"What are you thinking of?" The words almost startled you, turning your head swiftly to face the woodland prince striding over, that curious look alighting his dark eyes. Heat crept to your face, for your thoughts were hardly ones you would have shared with the object of your feelings. "The future," you replied. Not entirely a lie. Legolas's brows knit. "Uncertainty? Even in these times, there is hope. For you especially, I think there is brightness ahead yet." His words bring the pensive downward tug of your face back up into joy. "Really? And why is that?" You cannot help asking, unsure what Legolas sees for you when it is so unclear for yourself. "Meleth nîn, you care so deeply for others and yet so little for yourself. All that you bring into this world is that brightness. Whether it is to others or you keep it to yourself...or even a family." A look of...questioning? Bashfulness? illuminates the elf's face. "Perhaps I have my own dreams for your future. I am sorry." At once you rose, throwing your arms around his neck. "Do not be. Perhaps our thoughts were more alike than I realized!"

Boromir

“I thought I would never see you again.” “Don’t say that,�� you shake your head, peering tearfully down at Boromir. His wounds were grave, far beyond anything you thought he could have survived, and yet there he remained. Hardly had you left his side, even sleeping there with his gloved hand in yours, hoping against all hope. By the Valar’s grace did he speak to you, his voice a low rasp that had you leaning in even closer. “No, it is true. For all my thoughts of Gondor, of laying eyes upon the white towers glistening in the sun once more, I thought of you also. At what pain would it be that I never see you again. I would be a fool if I never spoke my love to you.” Tears rush again to your eyes, this time with the soar of your heart as you grip Boromir’s hand tighter, leaning down to stroke his cheek and finally press your lips to his.

Gimli

“I…got you something.” Pausing, you swivel back to face Gimli, taking a step closer and seeing the way his eyes bore into yours. “‘Tis nothing so fair as you deserve, but, well, I hope you might think to accept it.” Your brows furrow a bit as you tell him whatever it is, you’ll surely treasure his gift. Smiling bashfully, the dwarf extends a hand and produces a beautifully engraved bead. The writing is unmistakable, a short Khuzdûl inscription, and on either end lies a tiny cut of your favorite stone. “Gimli, this is beautiful,” you breathe, eyes wide and shining. “Not half so as you,” he shoots back, lashes fluttering a bit, “do you know what it is?” You smile. “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” you repeat, leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

Frodo

So long. So long has it been since he has seen you. He has no right to you, not such as the dear hopes falling almost silently from his lips that you had waited for him. Especially having been given nothing to wait for! Yet upon return to the Shire, much as Sam’s is of Rosie Cotton, Frodo’s first thought is of you. The first night he returns to the Green Dragon with his beloved friends, celebrating adventure and pain and wonder and darkness and light beyond their wildest nightmares and dreams, Frodo’s eyes meet yours. Before he can wonder what to say you’re dropping the spoon that was in your hand and rushing over to him, falling into his arms and nestling into his embrace. “I missed you,” you say, and those three words are all it takes for something to snap in Frodo’s heart. “And I you. More than missed you, I saw you like a guiding light, a beacon in darkness. All the time I was away I loved you.”

Sam

He’ll confess nowhere but the most beautiful spot he can find, that’s for certain! Sam leads you eagerly to the Shire’s finest garden, taking your hand softly to guide you beneath an arching trellis covered in sweet pea blossom. “I knew I had to take you here,” Sam tells you, reaching down to take both of your hands. You feel a flush of heat under his sweet gaze. “Why is that?” “Well, it’s the perfect place to tell you how long I’ve loved you. Surrounded by all these beautiful flowers and yet I’ve got the best one.” “I don’t know about that,” you tell him, almost losing your composure at the way his face falls before you continue, “I think I do.” Blooming across Sam’s face is the purest look of pleasant surprise, and you can’t resist cupping his cheeks before the both of you close the gap completely.

Merry

Beautiful accident. That was the phrase you had heard so often used, and such was it. One last stand had been gathered, one final fight for Frodo, and you were rising to the occasion, though not without protest. “They want me to stay behind,” you complained to your dear friend Merry, “but my leg is mostly healed. Only illness or grievous injury could prevent me from joining everyone I love in defense of this world.” At that, the hobbit grinned. “That’s why I love you.” Stunned, you gaped at his flippant confession, watching his own jaw fall open in shocked pause. Smiling, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for a searing kiss, uncaring of the way your armor clanked together or the jolt of pain in your side with the sudden motion. The feeling of Merry’s lips against yours claimed all your head and heart.

Pippin

Confesses his feelings quite unexpectedly in Lothlórien. Long have your days been and heavenly is it to have some rest. Pippin remains there at your side as you take in the astounding city in the trees, and again when you retire for the evening, taking to your makeshift quarters. You speak there, sighing and recounting without many words all that the journey has brought you through. "More than we ever would have dared imagine has happened, even just in the past few days," you comment. "Yes," Pippin agrees, fixing you deeply with his green eyes, "but one thing has come from that." "What?" You ask. "Telling someone I love them doesn't seem so scary now." He pauses, searches the surprise on your face. "You don't- you don't have to-" His words are utterly cut off, though, by the passionate fall of your lips upon his.

Faramir

What place is more wondrous than a library? None for you, thank you. Faramir was well used to finding you there and soon joining you, poring over books from his childhood and whatever dusty tome you insisted on dragging out next, grinning at the way he chuckles. He knows it’s the very place to tell you how he feels, having found the perfect way to do it. It begins with a tale of two lovers, simple as that. He means to ask your thoughts on it but you give them freely. “This is a favorite of mine. How I long to live in such a story as this one,” you sigh at the sight of it. “And how I long to give that to you,” Faramir replied simply, hand creeping toward yours across the illuminated pages.

Eomer

Comes running to you before anything else after a battle. Panting, he stops before you, eyes wide. Concern cuts across your face at the sight of him there, sweat still upon his brow and chest heaving beneath his armor. You say his name, ask it more like a question, and he slides his helmet off, giving you a better look at his intent visage. Before you can speak further, his hands are upon your waist, pulling you into him as his lips collide with yours. Even beneath the salt of his exhaustion, you can taste him, feel the fervor until he pulls away, eyes glistening with pride. “We won!” Hand on your hip, you fix him with a look. “Will you celebrate with me, my love?”

Haldir

Retiring to the meadows was a favorite pastime of yours, taking time to yourselves beneath the gentle brush of the breeze. Pensive as ever, Haldir stares off at seemingly nothing, brows knit. Laying a hand upon his arm, you stir him from his thoughts with a look as your gazes join. His eyes search yours, you nod encouragingly. Haldir tucks the flower he’d been twirling idly between his fingers and tucks it behind your ear. “You can imagine what has been on my mind, I trust.” Attempting to lighten whatever clouds rolled across his mind, you nudge him, smiling. “Not at all! You are a mystery as always. Proceed.” “Have I not made it clear that I am in love with you?” Feeling heat surge to your face at the intensity of his words, you let yourself get swept up in emotion, smiling and tucking a strand of golden hair behind his ear. “Well, perhaps we should make it even clearer.”

Eowyn

Eowyn is so giving and caring to you, you feel as though your heart might burst. She cooks for you even if it isn’t the best, bless her. She gives you extra blankets when you’re cold, defends you against the slightest of negative words. Never leaves your side, fights for you in every sense you could state it. So of course you thank her, tell her again and again that you do not know what you’d do without her. That her gracious heart is a true gift. But one day? One day you question instead. “Why,” you ask, “do you give so much? Sometimes I feel I have so little to offer in return.” “Do you not know?” She replies in earnest, blue eyes shining. “Are you not aware I love you?” Fear colors her words. She wants to be enough, you realize. All her actions were to show you that. Caressing her cheeks, you tell her that she is all you could have wanted and more, smiling into the kiss you share.

Arwen

Memories abound as Arwen makes her feelings known. “Do you recall when my father first summoned you here?” “Yes,” you giggle, “I told him his home looks like a painting!” “He was charmed by that,” she assured you, “as was I. When I first saw you, I knew you were different. Not just as one from outside our borders, but that you brought some quite splendor.” Heart struck by her words, you try to even half-echo Arwen’s compliments. “I felt the same. There you were practically glowing as you welcomed me, beauty and strength beyond that of this world. Now that I know you, such is only multiplied, tenfold when one sees your heart.” Blue eyes swimming, Arwen embraces you, whispering her love for you in her native tongue.

Elrond

This is a private conversation. Thus Elrond leads you upon the most peaceful night of the season to a bridge beneath the stars. Twinkle as they do from their home far above your heads, the stars are the last thing to gain Elrond’s focus, his attention affixed solely upon your eyes. “You have drawn my thoughts more and more of late, meleth nîn.” “Oh?” You inquire simply, summoning a chuckle from deep in Elrond’s chest. “Indeed you have,” he lays a hand upon yours, “for to know you has been one of the greatest honors afforded to me. I care about you.” You mirror his soft smile when your name escapes his lips, gentle as a wish. “Then it is as I could only have dreamed,” you reply.

Lindir

Playing the most heart-wrenchingly gorgeous melody you’ve ever heard, Lindir watches you the entire time. Heart aflutter, you send him a smile and he looks pleased. Upon finishing, he strides over, looking with amusement at the little applause you give him. Words pour forth from you before you even realized you’ve formulated them, gushing again and again about the way his song touched you. “To know such love…what a dream,” you sigh. Lindir almost starts at that, raising his eyebrows. “Well, the song was about you, you know.”

[goldsainz]

❝ ALL I NEED IS YOU ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . lewis hamilton x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. request . . . “could you do slut! for Lewis? and maybe a combination of angst and fluff?”

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . fans hate you for dating their favourite driver, but it all might just be worth it for once.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . I’M BACK WITH THE FICS!! i’m not quite sure why i had a creative drought, but i’m glad i’m out of it🙏 alsooo, hope you guys liked the new theme bc i brainstormed for hours about it and i’m actually really liking it

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f1gossip Once again, Y/N Y/L/N is back in the paddock! The unofficial but official girlfriend of Lewis Hamilton has now been present for all of the triple-header and fans have noticed! Now, many aren’t happy that their beloved F1 Superstar is entangled with the model because of her dating tendencies. Will she be at the Las Vegas Grand Prix? Let us know your thoughts! 👀

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⤷ ynfan5 or (and hear me out) she’s just a supportive gf!!

lewishamilton and yourusername posted an instagram story!

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yourusername brasil, eu te amo

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ynfan21 mother is mothering

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ynfan25 mourning the loss of my wife rn 💔

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yourusername it’s raw, it’s real and it’s here!

this interview is extensive, but interviewer was so polite and just the perfect person to be interviewed by, to have my voice told by.

my vogue article will be yours too on the 22nd of november.

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lewishamilton FIA Gala, 2023

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yourusername an honour to be by your side 💜

⤷ lewishamilton The honour is all mine 💜

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ynfan41 my heart literally flew out of my chest when i saw that they were together at the gala

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translations:

— brasil, eu te amo — brazil, i love you — bonitos — beauties

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[storytellering]

Do you think DMC has a incestuous subtext? I am kind of new to the franchise (and also the fandom... Which isn't really respectful that I can see) and I want to know if I am not the only one who thinks that it's pretty obvious why the ships between DVN have many believers.

First of all, welcome to DMC, anon! And OH BOY, you'll definitely find that that's the majority opinion, at least within the Spardacest circles - honestly, most "normie" circles too. Every grass-touching, non-internet poisoned dudebro I've ever met and talked dmc with has made one or two incest jokes at me about it, definitely noting how the rivalry between the twins is very charged - the only people I've found who flat out deny it are the antis. To go more in depth about the actual subtext there - well, one should start with the roots of dmc in dmc1, right? DMC1 is definitely a gothic game - it's everywhere in the aesthetics, the inspirations, the imagery and the environment, and what is gothic horror without the incest? The initial incest in Kamiya's dmc, before Itsuno stepped in, was definitely obvious in Dante and Trish (who I'm pretty sure according to kamiya at least were supposed to be endgame) - and like, c'mon. You can say all you want that she only looks like his mom, she isn't actually Eva, she doesn't even have her personality... but from a moral perspective, that's still weird as fuck if we're going by real life standards, right? You wouldn't fuck a clone of your mom without it being at least a little bit incestuous.

Then Itsuno stepped in from 3 on, and the incestuous undertones became more focused on the immediate Sparda family - the twins, and eventually, Nero.

...Do I need to even explain it? Sure, in 3 the twins bicker and banter like real brothers, but there's definitely a suggestive edge to it - so many quips between them that really cannot be explained by "oh haha brotherly banter" without it getting at least a little bit weird. Not to mention all the "impalement as penetration" comparisons that can be drawn, and I'll leave a nice little video that goes deeper into a lot of that (as well as the gothic inspirations in the dmc franchise) so you can hear it from the mouth of someone far more eloquent than me.

And then in 4... I mean, if the amount of people who almost ubiquitously shipped Dante and Nero as soon as 4 dropped and continued doing so until 5 officially confirmed their relation (which, to be fair, Nero being Dante's nephew had actually been hinted at all along, but exactly because of so many people shipping them and not wanting it to be incestuous/the dudebros not liking Nero very much when 4 was new, pretty much everyone in the english speaking side of the fandom had been in denial about it until 5 spelled it out in big, bold letters) is kind of the test, no? That the tension and chemistry is so obvious the moment the incest element is hidden or unclear, everyone is suddenly in agreement about it. I could go on and on and on about Nero's obvious puppy crush/hero worship on Dante, Dante's immediate fondness of Nero, how if you read the 4 novels it's even more blatant and in your face... but all I'm gonna say is that that initial fight scene was softcore porn and no one can convince me otherwise, lmao. Listen, I'm just saying that if the intention wasn't to be suggestive, having Nero wrap his legs around Dante to pull him closer, bite his gun, and then straddle him like that was a very poor choice. Honorable mention for the reboot, whose devs were VERY aware of the tension between the Spardas in the og franchise, called it out by saying their game wasn't gonna do "all that gay shit" (obviously in the early 2010s the issue wasn't the incest, but it being GAY incest 🙄) and then accidentally made their version of the twins SO very....... whatever the hell is going on with the reboot twins. Not not-incestuous and definitely not straight, I'll tell you that.

And then 5, again. Do I need to explain it? Nero and V are, once again, a perfect textbook example of "couple that had so much natural chemistry everyone was flocking to it before it was revealed to be incest", plus the way everything about Dante's story, at the end, now that he's a weathered old man, is made to revolve around Vergil... yes, Dante is a depressed old alcoholic because he pushed everyone away, because of the laundry list of issues he ended up with because of everything that happened in his life, BUT Vergil was always front and center within it, even when he wasn't there. That Dante's story quite literally begins and ends with Vergil... well. I dunno about you, that just doesn't feel like your regular siblings dynamic. Also another honorable mention: "I'll make you submit" is a totally normal thing to say to your estranged father. Not weird at all with absolutely zero implications. OH, not to mention, even if we stay purely within canon and don't even look deeper at any implications or subtext... the literal only canon couple is incestuous, too. Let's not forget Kyrie and Nero are adopted siblings, Nero was raised as her brother, and the game itself calls it out in the character descritption (in 4's character bios it says Kyrie is at once Nero's "lover and family") + it's quite literally spelled out in the novels (having Nero think that "well, while it's true that he's been raised with Kyrie as siblings, he would've liked her even if they weren't family"). There's SO much more I could still go into, I have quite literally spent the past 3 years replaying the games over and over and overthinking/hyperanalizing every single frame, rereading the novels and the mangas to the point I could cite them by memory, and it's just... I dunno. I saw someone else say this somewhere, but if you're into DMC and grossed out by incest... this might not be the franchise for you.

[winged-self-indulgence]

Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to honour @queeniesblog, who enables the demon living rent free in my brain. Consider this an early-early-early gift. 1.9K words, AFAB!MC, Favor VN wedding night DLC lmao

Z insists on carrying you across the threshold. You’re not even sure where he heard about the tradition, antiquated as it was. Perhaps the demon had overheard one of your more imaginative bridesmaids daydreaming about it, or maybe Z had crashed some medieval wedding in Europe and liked the idea of tossing his chosen human over his shoulder and making off with them like a beast out of the darkest folktales. You hadn’t been able to get a straight answer out of the demon, which was such a common occurrence you wondered why you'd even tried in the first place.

“You only had to carry me into the house,” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms tighter around Z’s broad shoulders. “Not all the way from the wedding venue. I didn’t have to be in your lap for the whole trip.”

He’s partly shifted, the transformation dial swinging somewhere between the mostly human veneer you met them as and the massive abyssal creature you’ve only seen when the demon slips into your dreams. Even then, the shape was unclear, leaving only the vague sense of being utterly dwarfed by a thing so far beyond human comprehension that your brain struggled to put the separate pieces together.

This form is easier to perceive. At the very least, the 7ft 5” frame didn’t make your brain struggle with the wretchedness of the chthonic depths.

Z’s arms tighten around your frame, tar-drenched hands sliding over the pearl-studded filigree of your snow-white gown – their idea of a joke – to squeeze the plush underside of your thighs.

“And let those weaklings doubt my claim over you?” Z’s lips pull down into an exaggerated moue of distaste. “Perish the thought, Dove. Besides, you were the one who vetoed the other ritual–”

“I’m not letting you fuck me in front of your entire court!” You cut him off, face hot with what you are choosing to label as pure mortification. The lascivious flash of Z’s teeth tells you otherwise and you do your best to glare right back. “It’s not happening, you horndog!”

“Mm, I don’t know sweetheart,” Z murmurs and holds you closer, pulling you flush against his frame. Curved fangs nudge at your throat, exerting a sharp pressure through the delicate collar wrapped around vulnerable flesh. It’s a heady reminder. It is also a delicious threat. You shudder, a breath hitching somewhere in your chest, and the demon laughs at the sound, breath hot against your skin and sending another shiver down your spine. “I bet I could figure out some way to convince you.”

As soon as the door to the bedroom opens, Z’s lips are on yours. The kiss is fervent, devouring, an arrogant forked tongue pressing into your mouth with intent that has you squirming in place. Your own hormones and the weight of his huge frame pin you to the bed while rough hands roam over your body, greedy and insatiable, the demon unable to control the sheer voracity of their appetite for you. They caress the shape of your body through your clothes, groping with palms that feel burning hot even through layers of beading and silk.

Their tongue traces a slick trail up to the sensitive skin behind your ear. The jagged pinch of canines against the helix of your ear has you choking back a desperate whimper, and the demon retracts long enough to click his teeth. “Nuh-uh. Whine for me, baby. I wanna hear every sound out of that pretty little mouth.”

The next bite is far less gentle, and the wordless cry that falls from your lips burns your cheeks. You want to retaliate somehow, but Z’s tail is infuriatingly out of reach, lashing back and forth behind the demon’s back in a manner that betrays their obvious excitement.

“There’s my Dove,” Z coos against your lips, smirking at your overheated expression. “Poor thing, you must be so uncomfortable in all those layers, darling. Here, let me help you get those pesky clothes off.”

A hand grabs the front of your strapless dress and yanks, filling the room with the sound of tearing fabric. Before you can open your mouth complain, Z’s mouth is on your exposed breasts, and your mind instantly goes blank. Your back arched, head falling back against the pillow as the demon laves his tongue over your nipples, drawing them deep into mouth and sucking as though by sheer dedication he can force your tits to grow swollen with milk.

Muscular arms reach down to hitch your hips around Z’s waist. It’s a stretch in this form, huge as he is, and your thighs split embarrassingly wide. You gasp, feeling the solid weight of his bulge prodding against your barely clothed cunt and you can’t stop yourself from pushing harder against the thick length. The lingerie you’d worn for your wedding night was designed more for form than actual function, hardly more than a few thin pieces of pearl-white lace held together by thinner ribbons. A single tug from your fingers would send it fluttering to pieces.

Already sheer enough to narrowly fit the definition of underwear, your juices have turned the fabric nearly transparent, moulding it against the lips of your pussy. In the face of that, Z’s cock seems like overkill – prominent veins grinding back into the motion of your hips with enough force to knock the breath from you.

“Look at you, getting my cock all nice and slick,” Z groans into your ear, an arm hiking your left leg higher while the other pinches your chin and drags your face to meet his fiery gaze. “Fuck, you’re drenched baby. Such a needy hole, huh?”

“Z!” You spit out the demon’s name, fed up with their teasing. “I need–! Just put it in already!”

“Put what in?” He taunts, blinking those amber eyes innocently while a fat glob of precum pools at the tip of his cock. You feel the obscene warmth when it reaches the sodden cloth barely protecting what’s left of your chastity. You open your mouth to repeat your demands, but another jerk of Z’s hips has you whining again. When he speaks again, his voice drips with false regret. “Whoops, I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to. Come on, use your words baby. I’m listening. Where exactly do you want me to put my cock?”

“I-Inside,” you gasp, struggling to hook your ankles at Z’s back so you can draw the demon closer to you. “Please, I need you inside!”

“Then get those pretty panties off, Dove,” Z pushes themselves up, taking the weight off their arms and off you. The sudden change fills you with a strange sense of loss, until you lift your head and find the demon still looming over your, eyes still fixed on your debauched state with terrifying intensity. It’s inhuman; a flat, hungry stare that promises to swallow you whole – bones and all.

A hand is wrapped around their cock, rhythmically squeezing dark flesh up and down and occasionally pausing to thumb the bulbous tip that oozes sticky precum. The sight makes your mouth water, until Z lets out a dark chuckle.

“Dove,” he croons, hand never stopping or slowing down, “you know how impatient I can be. Unless you want me to shove my cock down your throat instead of that pretty little cunt, I’d advise you to stop looking at me like that.”

Huffing, you manage to tear your eyes away and focus on reaching for your underwear. It’s practically tissue at this point, scarcely more than scraps clinging to your cunt, and yet the act of peeling them away feels somehow obscene. Instinctively, you try to inch your legs shut, but a large hand catches you by the ankle and drags you into the embrace of an inferno.

You catch yourself against Z’s broad chest, yelping when you find yourself back in a variant of your earlier pose – this time balanced upright in the demon’s lap instead of pinned prone on the bed. Z’s cock finds itself back against your pussy lips, this time without even the minuscule protection of your underwear. A glance down reveals the sheer difference in size between the two of you, his cockhead reaching beyond your navel.

“You can take it, honey,” Z hums, reaching down to press two fingers through your slick folds. The stretch has you gasping his name, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders as your pussy squeezes around Z’s pointer and middle digits. He stretches you out, whispering filth into your ear while he fondles you with a teasingly condescending sort of affection. “Aw, is it too much for you, pet? You can handle a little more for me, can’t you? Oh no, no, no, don’t you dare hide your face from me, darling. You’re so cute when you cry. That’s it, give it to me.”

Z jams his thumb against your clit, curling his fingers at the same time. Your vision goes white, blurry with tears, as you careen into an orgasm so intense that you swear you see entire galaxies spinning before you. When you manage to come back to yourself, the head of his cock his lined up with your hole. A pleading moan is all the acquiescence Z requires before it pops in, and you scramble to cling to your sanity.

The stretch burns, a pleasurable heat that arches your back and forces another inch of Z’s cock into your cunt. “Shit,” the demon curses, an arm holding up your weight and the talons of the other gripping the mattress below in a concerted effort to hold back as best he can. “Fuck don’t do that, Dove. So goddamn tight, you’ll make me come if you don’t stop squeezing me like that.”

“Feels too good,” you moan back, fighting the urge to obey gravity and sink down onto the girth splitting you open. Only Z’s grip on your waist prevents that from happening, and it’s your turn to grow impatient. “You said I could have anything as long as I asked. Are you going to deny me on our wedding night?”

“Hm, I see someone’s grown spoiled,” Z smirks down at you, unmoving despite the flush high on his cheeks. Behind him, his tail thrashes back and forth, belying his smug words. “Ask me nicely pet.”

You barely refrain from rolling your eyes, before biting back a sardonic look of your own. Leaning closer, you force yourself to balance on your knees – dislodging Z’s cock completely, causing him to curse under his breath – and press your lips to his ear.

“Pretty please, oh Great Marquis, won’t you please come inside my cunt?” You whine in the most breathy, put-upon, amateur porno actress voice you can muster. “I’m so wet for you, and I need you to shove your fat cock into my tiny little pussy and fill me up so much that I can’t even stand. Please Z, please fuck my wet little – ah!”

“Be careful what you ask for,” Z hissed, spearing you on his cock. Once again, your world vanishes, reduced to nothing else beyond broken moans and the burning pleasure of Z’s swollen cock abusing your aching cunt. “Don’t worry, Dove, I’ll make it up to you. Since you want my come so badly, I’ll make sure to fuck you niiiice and full. After all, we have all the time in the world…”

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

badboyhalo october 1st stream recap

okay okay quick recap for anyone who couldn't watch the stream/can't watch bad's vod (tw discussion of derealization, paranoia (being watched especially), hallucinations, bad having a BAD time, etc. if any of this stuff super bothers you then you may want to avoid badboyhalo's livestreams for the foreseeable future, he's a long-term storyteller)

Bad started off his stream with a black screen and white text.

"Welcome. Dear cucurucho, why are you in my [the text went offscreen] I just want to talk please come say hello I know your there cucurucho come come come out wherever you are cucuruchoooooooo CUCURUCHSOFIOOGI" [note: keysmash not exact]

When Bad turned his screen on, he was in dapper's room, rocking back and forth. he was calling for cucurucho and talking about it living in his house. He kept jumping at nothing. He spoke to the pictures of the kids as if they were real, and asked "richarlyson" if forever was the one in his house.

he didn't want to leave dapper's room because it was his 'safe room,' but he eventually did. His base is now covered in GIANT signs that have red text and cucurucho's model that say "NO FEDERATION ALLOWED" and "YOUR BEING WATCHED" and one more i can't remember. he put up cameras everywhere and said "Look! I have cameras! Now I know when someone comes in... and when someone leaves." which isn't super important but it was an awesome line

he ended up going to spawn to look for cucurucho, and it was full of scaffolding. bad didn't take this well. It's unclear if the scaffolding was part of his hallucinations or not, but he fixated on it 'being' cucurucho. He suspected forever, cellbit, and foolish were also cucurucho. He questioned what was and wasn't real- including himself.

Bad started SEEING cucurucho in the distance, watching him, before it would disappear again. When it came back, sometimes it was renamed. "ENJOY THE ISLAND" and ":)" were some of the renamings, and I cannot remember them all. Bad started out by chasing cucurucho, shouting at it and asking if it were various items/mobs. He saw two of them at once at once point and was lead up into slime's hold house, through flippa's room (where there was a single block of scaffolding), and then out off of jaiden's balcony.

As the chase went on Bad started to become more frightened. Cucurucho was flying. he started to lose sense of where he was (shown by the admins teleporting him around) and hallucinated a nether portal he threatened to go through.

At some point Bad questioned if Dapper was cucurucho, too.

Eventually Bad retreated to the wall to cower in a 1x1 hole that went beneath the wall. cucurucho broke several blocks in front of him and appeared, revving its chainsaw. when it disappeared again there was a hole broken into the floor that lead to a cave and LONG tunnels beneath the wall. the visual was terrifying i promise.

cucurucho chased bad through the tunnels. he was screaming “please please stop I’ll be good I promise please go away.” At one point cucurucho appeared behind bad with the name "Bad?Boy?Halo?" and bad freaked out about potentially being cucurucho.

cucurcucho chased bad through a cave system until two cucuruchos cornered him to blow bubbles. their names were "do you?" and "YES". bad ran from them and found some scaffolding loose on the ground, (which had been built up to lead him out of the cave), said "this is it, this is you" and threw into lava.

Bad warped back home, insisting, "You can't come here, you can't come here." He was calmer in his house, but then was hit by the blindness effect and started yelling about the signs and "NO FEDERATION ALLOWED." he sang a little song about it

short story short: cucurucho appeared in his house. he saw it behind a glass wall. he was furious and terrified and growling "you can't be in here." he ran into dapper's room, where it appeared AGAIN with the name "WITHOUT M***" (last few letters were in the wall lmao). bad started sprinting around his house trying to find a safe place. cucurucho chased him with a chainsaw down the aquarium hallway.

Two cucuruchos kept popping up and disappearing, both with different names each time. Bad asked them "who let you in my house?" and went through a series of names such as: foolish, forever, tina, cellbit, baghera, antoine, fit- and finally settled on Ron.

Bad went to go see Ron. The hallway was dark, and Ron's room was unlit. When Bad opened the door, Cucurucho, with the nametag "RON" above its head, looked back at him. Bad said, "I knew it. It was Ron. He let you in." A second Cucurucho appeared with the nametag "ALWAYSHERE."

Bad was given blindness again, and he started to laugh as a chainsaw whirred. We heard bubbles blowing. Then the screen faded entirely to black, and Bad said, "Come here, Ron. Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

We heard rapid damage sounds, and then the sound of eating.

(the END of his stream had black and white text "SEE You NeXt tIme :)" as an example. The other messages were classic streamer "thanks for watching" and "make sure to follow" messages with similar fucked up cases, but this was supposed to be a fast recap lmao)

TLDR: Bad's paranoia has increased to the point of hallucinations. He's now frightened of Cucurucho, and suspects that everyone on the island is/could be helping Cucurucho get into his base. He associates cucurucho with scaffolding now. He is NOT sound of mind. He ate Ron Lemons.

If I missed anything important, feel free to add on!

[g0dwat3rwritings]

i rewrote this ask like three times already trying to word it perfectly lmao. fem!yuu x octavinelle (separately). the pair attends NRC’s annual winter ball together as friends, though they’re both unaware of their mutual crushes on each other. at the end of the ball azul/floyd/jade confess their feelings!! also if possible could yuu’s dress be based on either ariel’s pink one or cinderellas original one (the silvery one) if any part of this was unclear pls feel free to message me and i’ll clear it up! my brains literally melting rn bc i just finished this horrible essay for history and tbh atp im just word vomiting everything out 😭😭

This is my second time writing this, I lost all of my progress the first time 😭

I had so much fun with the second version of Jade's part 💀

@nisobird 🚨🚨azul🚨🚨

Warnings ;; none

Relationship ;; Platonic, turned Romantic

Type ;; Short Story/One-Shot

OCTAVINELLE

Azul Ashengrotto ;; Octavinelle Housewarden ;; Second Year

You were late, and Azul was panicking. Why were you late? Did you just not want to see him? Were you just blowing him off? Azul as terrified of you not coming, not wanting to see him.

Upon seeing the doors open, revealing you, in a dress similar to that of the Sea Princesses, Azul's jaw dropped. He straightened his back upon seeing you come his way.

He gave a small laugh, "well.. you look.. wonderful." You couldn't help the small laugh that came from you, "Thank you. You can blame Vil, he wouldn't let me come in a normal outfit." You laughed.

Azul gave a laugh in return, holding his hand out toward you upon hearing a slow song start overhead. "May I.. have this dance?" He asked, obviously nervous for your response.

You gave a smile and took his hand, "You may." Azul smiled and led you to the dance floor, one hand gliding toward your hip, and the other taking your own hand.

As you danced, he cleared his throat. "If I may, I have something to tell you." You nodded, motioning for him to continue. He gave a small, nervous chuckle. "I think I... No, I know that I love you." He said quickly, before giving a sigh. "That.. wasn't as bad as I'd suspected." He said with a nervous laugh, awaiting your response.

With a small laugh and shake of your head, you responded. "I love you too, Azul."

Jade Leech ;; Octavinelle Vice-Housewarden ;; Second Year

You hung out with the tweel, not exactly fond of the dance floor, especially while wearing heels and a puffy, long dress. "Hey, Jade. Are you good at dancing?"

Jade gave a chuckle, "Why, I'd say I'm all right, but I wouldn't say I'm the best." He admitted, "Although, Floyd is a much better dancer than myself." Jade gave one of his normal, light chuckles.

"Despite how good my other half is at dancing, he finds it.. boring and uninteresting." Jade hummed, taking a sip from the punch he held in his hand.

You gave a laugh, "yeah, that sounds like Floyd." Jade simply nodded in response. "Say, may I talk to you after the ball is through? I have something to tell you." He told you, finishing off his punch.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you nodded nonetheless. After some more conversation with the eel, the ball was over and Jade guided you outside to somewhere quiet and concluded.

Jade turned to you, "I must admit to you that you are quite entertaining. Assuming you know my brother and I as well as you do, you know that we are very fond of those who are entertaining."

You listened, giving a nod toward the end. "Which is where I'd like to tell you that I-" A shout was heard from a tree, looking over, a fallen Floyd laid on his back at the bottom of the tree. "Oh, just tell 'em, stupid."

Jade and yourself couldn't help but laugh, "tell me what?" You asked. "I love you." He said simply, kissing your forehead lightly.

Floyd Leech ;; Octavinelle ;; Second Year

Floyd had even shocked himself upon asking you to this ball, he had no intent on even coming in the first place. But the idea of seeing you in a dress, all completely dressed up, had him in a chokehold.

"Woah. You look nice." Floyd blinked, and you laughed in response. "Thank you, Floyd." He nodded and held a cup of punch toward you, and you took it. You thanked him once more before taking a sip on it.

"Hey, Shrimpy." Floyd said, getting your attention. "Yeah? What's up?" You asked. "What do you say we get out of here?" You blinked, "Floyd, we both just got here." You said with a laugh. "I know, but if we stay any longer then Crabby or Little Mackerel will come up and steal you. So." He said, making a popping sound with his lips as he waited for your response.

You shook your head with a laugh and nodded, "alright, but where do you want to go?" Floyd shrugged, "I don't care." You laughed, before taking his hand and simply taking him back to Ramshackle.

His eyes were glued to his hand even after you'd gotten to Ramshackle. You snorted, "Floyd." You said, waving a hand in front of his face. "Huh?"

"what's up with you?" You laughed, and Floyd shrugged in response, simply resting his chin on your head. He spoke up after minutes of standing like that. "Hey, Shrimpy?" He said, "yeah?"

"Love you." He said simply, kissing the top of your head before reverting back to resting his chin on top of your head.

[screamingcrows]

Sohreh's demise

It's always struck me as being odd how Sohreh dying is described in the Zandik's legacy note collection.

Read more of my depression fuelled 4pm after working 10 hours thoughts below lmao

Firstly, there's the description of the attack on the group by the killing machine. From Sumeru Investigation Team's Note we get "...We buried Dastur Sohreh and sent the wounded back." Which must mean that Sohreh was either alive during the attack on the group, or the attack happened just after Sohreh passed. Combined with the Ragged Attendance Record which states "...Dastur Sohreh of Amurta has been critically injured under the attack of Rishboland Tigers. In need of first aid..." This puts the tiger attack before the accident, how much time is unclear. (It also makes me wonder what it was Zandik did that is mentioned as the third reprimand, since him being suggesting to bring the ruin machine back happens afterwards). Another option is that they use the tiger thing to cover up what it actually was. The ruin hunter (the flying ones) has a spinning attack and a sharp pointed arm, that could have caused the lacerations implied to have killed Sohreh? I'm continuing with the theory of two separate attacks because I don't have the brainpower to process both options right now, remind me to come back to it.

Now, it strikes me as weird that they'd send the wounded back after the killing machine incident, but didn't send Sohreh back after the tiger attack. This makes me think that they must've happened very close together time-wise, although not too close since they had time to make a note for Sohreh needing first aid. I'm aware that the living cannot carry their dead with them, but them burying her tells me that everyone in attendance for this expedition (or at the very least the sage since he would've had the highest rank) must've found satisfactory explanation for how she passed. Otherwise he should've had the corpse brought back to the matra or whoever does autopsies in Sumeru.

Good, okay. But an autopsy was performed later. Yes and no, the body was dug up and examined but it is referred to as a dissection. It's clearly not an official document used for anything in the Akademiya. If it was, why would it be found outside if Port Ormos? And they would've hopefully used 'autopsy' and not dissection. A dissection is usually more of an open up and look for anything out of the ordinary sort of deal, and it's considered somewhat disrespectful to use for human subjects (even if it would technically be correct). To know where her body was, it must've been someone on the expedition or getting help from someone who attended. I don't believe it would make sense for anyone but Zandik himself to dig her up and keep it a secret.

He finds a fatal injury, a wound on her throat but can't determine a cause of death (a fractured hyoid isn't necessarily fatal, and I'm relatively certain strangulation wouldn't leave a wound. Bruises and fractures sure) Maybe someone tried to stop the bleeding from the wound on her throat and crushed the bone in the process? Like people sometimes break ribs doing cpr.

I know there's a prevalent theory that he killed Sohreh because she learned something she shouldn't and he needed to silence her. But based on the time frame gauged above, she would've had time to communicate that something was wrong.

I don't think Zandik killed Sohreh. If he did, why would he go back to investigate? And why in the first place does he go back to investigate when he was likely there for the tiger attack and certainly for the ruin machine attack? I honestly don't know. Sheer curiosity, while plausible, seems unlikely to me just because of the amount of work and risk involved in pulling something like that when you're probably already under the Matra's watchful eye. I'll continue to stew over what he could be looking for with that dissection...

[anorlondo00]

“Why are you good at this?” (Marco x Ace NSFW)

CW: Oral sex, car sex, use of marijuana, praise // Word count: 1.3k // AN: This is a piece of my larger fic, Apartment Above the Auto Shop but it should read just fine out of context. Since it’s the first time I’ve posted smut, I felt compelled to share it as its own thing!

Also, if you didn’t know chapter 10 is up, chapter 10 is indeed up. Should I be announcing this on tumblr? Where do you guys get your updates from 🤔 Should I use twitter? lmao help

Preview:

“This is the last thing I expected from you.”

Ace froze. His gorgeous long fingers stopped around the base of his shaft. “Should I stop?”

Marco pushed hot air past his teeth, “Ace.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Don’t make it so easy.”

—

“Park in the back.” Ace told him, “Pop’s usually double locks the front door to the shop.”

“Sure.”

The other side of the parking lot was somewhat of a secondary work space. An overstock of tires was stacked beneath a tarp against the rot iron fence. Moths danced in the light that illuminated the back entrance. A narrow metal door was beside the fire escape Marco used to smoke cigarettes off of years ago.

Marco clicked the gear shift into park. His eyes looked distracted with the dozens of things he could say that would end their night. This wasn't exactly how he intended for things to go and for that, guilt pulled on his shoulders.

He leaned back, his arms folded across his chest. As Marco lulled his head to the side to address his passenger, he was met with Ace’s laser focused eyes, sharp with intention. Before Marco could question him, Ace had leaned over the center console to kiss him.

He still tasted like Terminal Ten’s cheap tequila. It had Marco going back for more, pushing everytime Ace pulled like a rhythmic little game he could play for hours if Ace would let him. “I’m sorry.” Marco broke apart from him, wistfully catching his breath. “I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what happened.”

“Move your seat back.”

Marco felt him shift. Ace braced his weight on either side of Marco’s seat and climbed over the center console. Marco sturdied his arms, completely dumbfounded as to what Ace was doing until the latter sat on his knees, on the floor of his car, between his legs. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ace shrugged while his fingers found Marco’s belt— he shrugged. Amusement curled up the corners of his mouth and from below his dark lashes, Ace studied Marco with the endless black of his eyes. Marco’s belt was loud while Ace unbuckled it. “I’m just showing my appreciation.”

“You’re thanking me?” Marco huffed.

“Yeah.” Ace unzipped Marco’s slacks and his curious fingers slid over the twitching mound beneath his boxers. “Sound alright with you?”

Marco blinked.

He felt his breath catching in his throat while Ace pulled him out of his boxers. “That was a stupid fucking move I made. I honestly— I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.”

Ace’s head tilted a few degrees to the right. Whether he was impressed or intimidated by Marco’s size was unclear. “I probably should be.” He wrapped his hands, both of them, one on top of the other, and squeezed with just enough pressure to massage down his length. “But I really liked seeing that bastard bleed all over the sidewalk.”

Marco’s back pressed against the seat. His chest tightened, then released as his body scrambled to adjust to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. “You’re���“ Marco sighed, “Inscane.”

“I want to do something nice. Don’t get used to it.”

“This is the last thing I expected from you.”

Ace froze. His gorgeous long fingers stopped around the base of his shaft. “Should I stop?”

Marco pushed hot air past his teeth, “Ace.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Don’t make it so easy.” Meticulously, Ace tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear. His focused, cat-like stair studied Marco’s expression while he slid his mouth over the tip of Marco’s cock.

Marco inhaled, sharply. The tight, warm pressure running down his length made every nerve in his body drunk with pleasure. It’d been a long time since he had something like this, even longer since Marco felt such an intense physical attraction towards the person doing it. Ace’s mouth felt like ecstasy. The small grunts and the glassy eyes showing just a hint of uncertainty while he took an inch too much into his mouth would be Marco’s undoing.

He knew he was testing death when he put his hand behind Ace’s head. The poison ridden daggers that shot back at him sent a chill running down his spine. Not that he’d push him— Marco wasn’t an idiot. But god, did he want to feel Ace’s lighting silk hair between his fingers while his mouth pumped over his cock again and again. Marco let his head fall back. Ace’s fingers dug into the tightening muscles between his thighs.

“Fuck—“ Marco screwed his eyes shut when he felt Ace tongue press relentlessly on its way down. “Why are you good at this?” Marco hissed at him, “Fuck—Ah— That’s it…”

Ace tilted his head, wincing while he pushed Marco’s tip against the back of his throat. Marco’s fingers twitched in his hair so Ace did it again, just shy of choking himself and blurring the very edges of his vision with tears.

Perfect. Just like that. Exactly like that. Everything about Ace between his legs turned him on but the goosebumps rising across Ace’s shoulders at all the praise– that gave his entire body a hot flash. Marco’s fingers combed through the thick mess of Ace’s bangs. What pieces fell in front of his face, Marco brushed back with the utmost care. From the lowest register of his voice, he groaned, “Atta boy.”

Ace’s throat twitched. Marco tightened the grip he had in his hair and the latter gasped. The vibrations of Ace's mouth brought on the vicious surge of his climax.

Ace flinched at the bitter, hot seed that hit the back of his throat. It was thick, awkward to swallow, and far more than he had expected. He struggled to swallow what was in his mouth. “Fuck—” Ace hissed. Milky beads of semen trailed between his glossy bottom lip and Marco’s cock as he pulled it from his mouth. “—Fucking warn me.”

Marco had his other hand wound up in his own hair. He watched Ace from behind his wrist. Marco’s broad chest heaved to catch his breath and swore he was still seeing stars from the way the orgasm shook every nerve in his body. “You were—” He huffed loudly through his nose, struggling to form an English sentence. “That wasn't on purpose.”

Ace dragged the heel of his palm across his chin. He looked gorgeous, dewey from sweat and debauched with Marco’s cum dripping from his lip. It was one hell of a view. The filthiest baroque painting Marco had ever seen.

Ace pushed on Marco’s thighs while he got up and maneuvered back into the passenger seat. He ran his fingers back through his bangs, shaking loose any locks of hair that had begun to stick to the side of his face. With wide, curious eyes, he watched Marco recover. With an almost comedic level of offhandedness, he asked “Was that good?”

“That was good.” Marco's fingers shook while he tucked himself back into his pants. “That was good. That was… “ He cleared his throat, “You’re gonna have to give me a second.”

This got a smirk out of the raven haired man. Those wickedly sharp teeth looked gorgeous in his mouth while he hummed, “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“You gonna let me return the favor?”

Ace replied in earnest, almost musically, “No, that was free of charge.”

Ace rocked onto one hip to pull something out of his pocket. A green plastic tube that popped open when he squeezed it. “Can I smoke in here?”

Marco rolled his eyes. The permission he granted Ace was in the form of cracking the windows an inch.

That was the image Marco miraculously captured into his memory. The visual carved itself into his mind. Maybe it was the hormones, the adrenaline flooding every nerve in his body with serotonin. Marco thought Ace looked perfect. Back lit by an orange street light, hair draped like curtains over his eyes, wrapped in a halo of smoke spilling from between his lips.

Marco reached out his hand and Ace looked pleased to place the joint between his fingers.

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[julians-boywife]

Hi fungers. Do NOT read this it's just me rambling about my funger 1 body hcs so I don't forget them. I love you ♡

Starting off with my wife, Cahara. I think he's medium height, shorter than Enki and Rag so like 175 cm. I think he'd be pretty tan and have a bit of a red/orange undertone. His hair is thick and wavy and it seems like he has made a decent attempt at taking care of it. On a similar not idk what kind of skin care and what not they had back there but he certainly takes care of his appearance. He needs to look good for his wife obviously.

This man is not as stinky as he looks. I'd like to think he showers daily but he can get rid of the candle and old book smell on his skin and clothes. He probably reads books in the bath. Anyway he is quite thin and malnourished but also has a fat ass and slutty waist??? Like why do you need that?? Also a bit taller than Cahara 180.5 cm or some shit idk I'm making it up.

This man is huge. Comically. 187.2 cm and jacked. Guys, you'll never guess who I find most attractive. Anyway, he is the idea of a Greek God body to me. He's tan like Cahara but has less color because he lives and breathes snow. Fat tits??? Yes um I think so. I'd also like to think he doesn't use soap when he washes himself but somehow isn't stinky. He just smells like ash and damp forest but it isn't bad.

.... 17 cm, uncut, red tip- 🔫💥💥💥💥 woah guys who said that haha what

My favorite girlfailure. I don't even like girls but I'd let D'arce fck the shit out of me. Anyway sorry about that. I'd like to think she's got a bit of a tan from training outside and freckles scattered here and there. She is strong woman and has a healthy amount of muscle and fat but her body is mostly lean. I am a tiny titty D'arce ENTHUSIAST and ACTIVIST. Justice for tiny titty girls I see you I love you. 168.5 cm I love her she's so dear to me.

STINKY !!!! UGGOO!!!!! sorry I have a raging love hate relationship with this fuckass. I think he looks really silly in his sprite for no reason lmao. Anyway this man is ETHEREAL just absolutely gorgeous. I wish Miro made him look more feminine in the game do girl Le'Garde justice. He defiantly only takes bubble baths like a fucking loser. He's 176.7 cm and is like weirdly insecure about not being taller?? I feel like if you jokingly called him short he'd throw a hissy fit.

Nosramus also looks really silly in their sprite oh my god. Honestly I think Nosramus is intersex and just refuses to choose either or. They're pretty pale from being away from sunlight for so long and have a yellow undertone. They are surprisingly not stinky and take care of themself somehow and it's unclear what access they have to water or soap. They just always smell clean no matter what.

[danieyells]

before I went to bed I popped open the game and was reminded that it was, in fact, my birthday lmao

("Maeve" is my PC's name btw, not mine if it was somehow unclear.)

SO MANY BIRTHDAY WISHES. I think Yuri's is my favorite simply because he's like "your birthday present is that you get to be my lab rat for the day now come on" lolol and Taiga's because he says you can take any one thing from his room and

my guy just has a loose pile of gold coins in his room can i say "a stack of gold coins" is one thing and pocket a few of them or. . . .

I also love that Haku is like "hey. c'mere." like he's trying to sell you drugs in a back alley. like why do you have to be so subtle about this? who is hunting you down?

also Jiro who just DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO so he's like. I'll spend time with you I guess? Is that good? LIKE YES BBY YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE. . .and Leo who's either going to use you to spy in on something or actually give you some kind of cool present. Or give you a birthday livestream.

JUST. GOOD SHIT ALL AROUND. I was really startled when I got the birthday message because my brain had not processed that it was Friday yet lol

[gamie99]

TONS of Exclusive Info!

Earlier today, YouTuber Steak livestreamed an interview with DaFuq... during which DaFuq trolled the everloving shit out of him LMAO. But after the stream ended, DaFuq actually messaged Elite Cameraman, who ended up getting a much more comprehensible Q&A than Steak!

Here's what we know from both interviews:

Episode 74 will release sometime this month! There's about 2 weeks left in May, so we might see some (genuine) leaks soon!

Episode 74 takes place almost directly after Episode 73, and will be pivotal in the series!

DaFuq doesn't appear to have a favorite Titan out of the canon three. His favorite villain, however, is G-Toilet!

We'll actually be seeing a new Titan later on! However, according to DaFuq, the new Titan is "someone we have already seen". What could this mean?

Humans will be playing some kind of role in the series moving forward! With how DaFuq worded his answer, it seems as though they won't have that important of a role in the series. I suspect that they'll still be important in some regard, though!

"Are they (Titan Cameraman and Titan Speakerman) still planning on fighting or are they retreating back to the bases to get their upgrades?" "They might do both." This either means that the Titans will get their upgrades transported to them like in Episode 69 or that they'll finally retreat back to base after fighting. We'll see!

We're going to see the Speakerman base! DaFuq even knows what episode we'll see it in!!

Browncoat/Simp Cam is coming back - in Episode 74!!

More special agents (think Plungerman and Dark Speakerman) will be coming soon!

DaFuq actually confirmed how the Skibidi virus spreads - through exposure to the Skibidi song!

The book with the TV logo we saw in Episode 70 Part 2 had something to do with all the TV Man technology we've been seeing the toilets use. How they acquired the book is still unclear.

The Secret Agent was definitely involved with G-Toilet's green energy balls. Why he did what he did, though, is again, very unclear.

Lots of info to dwell on! I can't wait for Episode 74 to drop! It's gonna be FIRE!!!

[angelwishess]

Hehe... Like I promised. This is meant to be super silly lmao I was laughing so hard writing some scenes. @screamintoad cuz Jane.

Ivrine wasn't one to care what name anyone used for her, much less address her. However her boyfriend really tended to be… creative with his choices. 

When they first got together, it started off sweet with endearing names that cussed her heart to flutter. The issue though was that Marven was inconsistent with his choices. He called her with a different nickname everyday to the point Ivrine lost count of how many variations she had heard. So she relied on his tone to know who he was talking to and eventually Marven pieced it together. 

Knowing that Ivrine payed more attention to his tone, he began using random nicknames to see how far it'd go. 

“Paint mixer 2000”

“What do you want.”

Eventually Ivrine reached her limit of tolerance. 

. 

. 

The halls felt too silent for a booming place like NRC as Ivrine sat alone at the schools library, searching it's racks for an appropriate reference book to use for her exams. 

Eventually the sound of heavy footsteps approaching began becoming more evident. The rhythm with which the feet struck the ground was unmistakably a result of Marven and she was certain he would barge in, in less than a minute or so. 

Sure enough by the time she sat back down at her table with her books sprawled out in front of her, her boyfriend was leaning onto her shoulders, peeking over her head to see what she was reading. 

“Ultra super sonic hot and gold cheese grating wall hammer! Whatcha reading~? ” 

No response. Marven frowned, poking Ivrine's cheeks to get a reaction out of her as she continued to work. 

“Hey. Are you ignoring me??” 

No response again. Marven sighed, leaning his weight of Ivrine with a pout. 

“If you're mad cuz of the names, I'm sorry just don't ignore me cmon I came all the way from my dorm to meet you and you won't even talk, sea rose.” 

Being met with silence once more Marven sat down besides her attempting to see if he could get her to reply. The seconds ticked by and he remained unsuccessful as Ivrine stood up and grabbed her bag leaving for the door. 

“Hey, wait-! ” 

Before Marven could get his sentence out however Ivrine had left as he remained sat at the table, sulking. 

. 

. 

. 

“Could you please pass me the stirrer, Evelio?” 

“Of Course, Ivrine. However, I have a question if you don't mind. ”

“Ask away. ” 

“Marv has been feeling down since yesterday to the point even Binnie’s treat did little in improving his mood. Any idea why?” 

Huh… Ivrine didn't expect him to take it that hard. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen her bf the entire day either and this was the last class…

“Are u listening?”

“Ah,apologies I zoned out but I don't have any clue as to why he is moping about.”

“I see.”

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the day as Ivrine hurried back to her dorm. If Marven really did take it to heart, then she'll need to make up to him. 

The students at heartslabyul seemed to be much more present today. It was rare to see so many stick around and they all seemed to be talking amongst themselves. Did something happen that she missed? 

“OH yea and Marven is such a great guy right? He cares sooooo much for Ivrine” 

Ah. So that's what this is. She should've known. 

Surely enough she figured out the scheme. Multiple students were gossiping amongst themselves “discreetly” about how Marven is. Whether they were threatened or joined in out of free will was unclear and something she'll look into late-

“Uh oh! It seems as if I have accidentally broken one of the Queens saucers.”

What.

Quickly following the voice, she was met with Jane surrounded by broken glass. However before she could say something an arm stretched out infront of her. 

“Heh… Don't worry babe I got this.”

Above all, the scene was painful to watch. Ivrine could appreciate the effort but the execution of the plan was terrible. Seeing Marven “scold” Jane and “Forcing” her to pick up the broken shards and clean up the mess. It was all so stupid… but cute. 

“You're a hopeless lot, you know that.” 

Hearing Ivrine speak to him again, Marven quickly turned around to face her, pleased that his plan had worked only to be yanked down by his tie and kissed. It was over before he could even process it as Ivrine began to make her way to her room but stopped.

“Oh and Jane. You have double hedgehog duty next week. And if you don't follow through, I'll lock you up in the rose maze the entire night. ” 

“WHAT WHY? WHAT DID I DO?” 

“You broke my favorite saucer.” 

ADDIE OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD IT aCTUALLY HAS ME GIGGLINGGG THIS IS SUCH A NICE SURPRISE TO WAKE UP TO LMAOAOAOOI 😭😭

ULTRA SUPER SONIC HOT AND GOLD CHEESE GRATING WALL HAMMERRRR ??????? MARVEN IS SUCH AN ANNOYYING DORK I HATE HIM HELEPP…

HE’D DEF DO THE MOST CLICHE THINGS EVER TO TRY AND GET HER ATTENTION😭😭 my dude thinks this is highschool musical or smth😭

ADDIE ILYSM THIS IS SO PERFECT AUAUAUAUUU

Rip Jane shes totally going to get Marven back for this LMAOO

[mitsukisnekson]

Boruto: Two Blue Vortex Ch11 Leaks

Just writing out my thoughts about the chapters. Just gonna put this under the cut because this is based entirely on leaks that just came out. I have not actually read the chapter myself.

Will be talking about character's fates and stuff.

SPOILERS!

(FYI, I'm only commenting on Inojin's fate rn)

As I had expected, Inojin had managed to survive the wound thanks to Himawari. According to the text leaks, she healed his wound (unclear if its a full heal or partial).

Read leaks here: https://x.com/Borugod_EN/status/1803351941495378149

(This is just the part I'm talking about, more leaks on this person's profile)

So many people are madge and calling Boruto a Disney show for not killing Inojin off lmao. While I think set up to and the fake out death itself was narratively very poor and a little unnecessary (there could have been many interesting ways Himawari to go angry mode instead), I don't know why people are being so angy that he survived.

There was literally too much set up for a potential Asuma-like Team 10 arc with saving Moegi and fighting Matsuri. That was the main reason I believed that Inojin would survive. Inojin's death would have no purpose at this moment. I'm certain if author-san wanted Inojin to die, there would be reasonable build up to it (hopefully anyway).

Also just might be me because I am a huge fan of Kingdom Hearts, but man do I take issue with the whole 'Disney Show' comment. You don't need characters to die to make a story dark or interesting. My take is 'Characters may not die, but they will live with unspeakable trauma'. Inojin still got gutted and even if he heals, I doubt that he's gonna forget what just happened to him. While I don't believe the manga will touch on the post-stab emotions, I am hoping the eventual anime will take time to flesh out the experience for Inojin.

Anyways, yay, Inojin lived, I am literally so glad that Sai was able to keep his son 🙏🙏😭😭

[mikuni14]

I wanted to reply to this post by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and it turned out to be a very long text, so I'm posting it separately 😉

I have a tactic of reading posts on Tumblr, that as soon as I start reading and see that the author is going in a direction that I know I won't like, I immediately stop and move on (ALTHOUGH sometimes the author writes something I don't agree with in such an engaging way that I read it to the end for intellectual pleasure, or it's someone I like with whom I disagree just this time, but I read it anyway because, after all, I like that person for a reason 😚). That's why, fortunately, I usually (<- key word, usually) avoid fandom wars and problematic fandom behavior. I do this because I know how irritating fandom can be sometimes, especially when a it goes to war to defend its blorbo, or ship, or the entire series. And I regret to say that defenders are the most aggressive... Personally, I don't mind fans living on ships, their blorbo, squealing about them and so on. (I mean, I do that!) Unfortunately, as I'm sure you all know, so many fans who live it, LIVE IT and it's not just fun for them, it's the meaning of their lives. This is where the attacks on actors come from, like the recent attack on Nut, a homewrecker 😆 in Pit Babe, having the audacity to be friends with the actor playing Alan AND HE BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE!, or, as in the case of DFF, tearing Ta into two parts by his ukes two fandoms lmao. Unfortunately, such behavior poisons a positive fandom experience and even I can see it, even though I try very hard NOT to see it.

It also seems to me that DFF viewers could be divided into two distinct groups: DFF fans and BL fans 😉 I'm a DFF fan and that's why I'm interested in meta, theories and Tan. I like PheeJin for their dynamic, but, I don't really care if they end the series as a couple. Besides, for me DFF is a mystery/thriller/slasher/social commentary series with BL elements, in which I DON'T HAVE to have a happy ending for BL relationships to be happy, I only want Tan to be happy. However, someone for whom DFF is only a BL series could be frustrated because 1) there is no monogamy 😬 2) there is "cheating" 3) the characters behave unpleasantly 4) the characters behave in ambiguous ways and it's often not clear what they think and whom they truly love 5) the characters behaviour becomes unpredictable and non-standard and often problematic 6) the plot keeps getting weird, instructions unclear 7) what about my ship?? *panic*

Regarding the concerns about the ending of the series: in any other series I would have EXACTLY THE SAME worries. But I look at DFF in two categories:

as a slasher

as a story about life, without a moral lesson

This makes me NOT worry about the ending because:

if you look at it as a slasher and my favorite film of this type, i.e. Scream and to some extent also Final Destination, there is no moralizing here, because the victims are often innocent and still die, because this is the rule of this genre: people die in masses

if we do NOT look at it as a story with a moral lesson, we also get rid of the compulsion to judge, like, did they deserve or not to die?

I know that in the DFF fandom we often joke, more or less seriously, that we would like this one or that one to die, or for everyone to die, but this is completely normal behavior when consuming media in which someone gets hurt. In the case of DFF, emotions are high because we naturally stand on the side of someone who is bullied and we see how others, through their actions or omissions, or often making stupid mistakes, saying cruel words in anger, contributed to the great tragedy of the entire family. But what I noticed is that the series does not actually moralize. It emphasizes very clearly that Non is a victim, but he is not entirely innocent and has made many stupid decisions himself, having had other choices, while also showing why he makes such choices. It shows Por as a complete asshole, while showing his environment and expectations towards him, but it does not absolve him. It even shows Keng not as a typical sweaty, brutal pedo, but someone who is genuinely concerned about Non, AT THE SAME TIME showing the issue of his pressure on Non, the money, the grooming.

The series presents dry facts, shows characters from different sides, in different situations, it also shows how events move from point A to B and further along the letters of the alphabet :) all the time discovering new facts that explain more and more, sometimes posing a seemingly already explained situation in a completely new perspective.

Personally, I don't get the impression that the series even WANTS us to moralize in our high glass tower, because the series clearly shows that the innocent, defenseless and vulnerable suffer and no one helps them. That a stupid event can lead to tragedy with the butterfly effect. That sometimes things happen beyond our knowledge, that we are just a pawn in someone else's game and, despite our sincere intentions, we cannot stop the course of events. And that the poor have a hard time and lose entire families and their future, with the first fatality in the series being the only son and the future of the richest family.

Therefore, I am 99% sure that:

we do not know all the facts that can turn all our predictions, judgments and faith in what is happening on the screen 180 degrees

whatever happens to Tan, Phee and Jin, I doubt it will be presented as a punishment/reward for anything

Tan can kill them all and not be the winner, Phee can kill Tan and live with it for the rest of his life as a loser

there is no way for the series to end sensibly AND with "the victory of good over evil" and"justice", because evil has been winning all the time and every kick to Non's face, the death of his parents, Tan's "madness", the death of two young people, the trauma of the others were proof of that, also all the lives lost and their future in which change for good is possible

At the moment, I have nothing to complain about the 10 episodes so far, for me the series is run logically, and any question marks that appear in my head, I am calmly waiting for their answers in the next episodes. THERE IS HOWEVER ONE THING THAT WILL ANGRY ME ABOUT THE ENDING: IF THE SERIES MAKES TAN A CONVERTED SINNER WHO CHOOSES LOVE, PEACE AND FORGIVENESS AT THE LAST MOMENT 🤮 I don't even want to think about it. This is the worst thing that can happen.

Despite everything, I still believe that the series will not do something so stupid at the end, that from a painfully realistic story about life with hints of a thriller and a slasher, it will turn into a fairy tale with a moral lesson, in which good (the established social order) will be rewarded and evil (anarchy represented by Tan) will be punished.

I have my dream ending, but whatever, it's my fantasy 😍 But at least 3 BL series from recent weeks ended exactly NOT the way I wanted, so I'm resigned to the fact that DFF may also fail in this matter 🤡

tl;dr everything will be fine, and if it's not fine, we have a great team to sit together and bitch together 🥳

@italianpersonwithashippersheart I fucking love rant posts 😤😤 I LOVED YOURS 💖💖💖

[raguerel]

Im actually so glad a lots of people like q!phil and enthusiastic to actually characterize him the way he deserves because his treatment by the fandom in d/smp is CRAZY him from an actual person with smpe! bg reduce to just a ‘support cast’ ‘father figure’ and that it

there are reason why cc!phil step back a bit from rp because imagine you trying to do something to your character and the fandom just treated him so shit and ignore everything he made like amigaaa

For philza enjoyer I am so glad qsmp exists and he finally getting treated decent

And he good at rp too! He a person who doing constant lore it not a big lore stream but he always do lore with interaction! and I am kinda sad that most people just say oh phil? he doesn’t do lore!

Like he almost getting the same treatment from an old fandom lmaooooo

Something about q!wil and q!phil dynamic as father-son ( because cc!wil never lets go of his and phil dynamic after smpe! )

You kinda realize that if their relationship are just friends q!wil excuse for treating q!phil wouldn’t be look over by the fandom this hard

Hell if the person who are ‘father’ is q!wilbur his interaction with q!philza would not be going look over so much!

Them back at the maze q!wil despite the fact that he never been there calling q!phil that he doesn’t care about his child calling him that he weren’t doing enough

It not a valid answer that q!wilbur treating q!phil like shit because ‘phil answer him about the maze are unclear’ YOU STILL DONT TREAT PEOPLE YOU CARE LIKE THAT!

especially the one that been taking care of your child ! while still having his own!!!

‘They both are wrong in the maze!’

I strongly disagree with that statement Imagine raising a child for 6+ months and being there for them in every pain they have helping them grow up to deal with their disappearance ALONE.

And getting yourself kidnapped along the way when you try to find them

To get called that ‘you don't care about them at all do you’ IS WILD

Him just lashing out is like a minimal reaction to me tbh

One things I do understand q!wil pov that he is overwhelmed since everything around him is new.

( that still doesn’t give him any right to treat q!phil like that btw )

but I don’t think q!wil realize that q!phil have responsibilities more than just him.

All the ways to the maze Phil constantly getting whisper ( in canon I called them text Ig lmao ) that he needed to be in this mission not only for the information but for other islanders especially in order to help them as well

And he did told wil about this! that this may be the only chance to see if the federation know anything about tallulah! He did tell him that! And Wil still wanted to leave!

So Phil before lashing out told wil a lots of info that are very important but people just ignoring it

ps. I honestly just don't want a c!phil treatment to happened to q!phil since I still see people calling c!tommy c!phil’s child 😭

So in conclusion, being family doesn’t give any character right to treat other like ass ty for listening to my ted talk/ rambler

( I genuinely think that q!wilbur is a good father for tallulah they care about each other so much and all of the story components you can tell but can we please stop bringing c!fundy to q!wilbur story like I see a lots of people saying that llulah get a father fundy never had and I am like bro they are different character and have nothing related to each other 😭😭😭😭 )