#who the fuckre you

[sudsyv2]

Been seeing so many amazing demon/ghost!ghost and regular soap and OFMG, beautiful. It’s incredible. I could stare at pieces for 5 hours at a time. (favorite ones of mine are pieces by @/s3rrrpentine on twt)

And now I have random ideas of where demon ghost purposely messes with soap during a meeting. To test his ‘follower’. You know, wrapping cold writhing black tentacles around soaps waist. Maybe some even wiggling over and around soaps chest. Just barely grazing soaps skin. It would cause soaps breath to hitch. Every damn time. It drove soap mad and it turned ghost on. (💀) Normally, soap wasn’t this sensitive. But after a couple of….previous rounds with the demon, soap was left shuddering under the sudden touch. Ghosts deep chuckle reverberated in soaps mind, leaving him shivering from how freezing cold ghosts ‘limbs’ were. If soap wasn’t in a meeting he’d assume he was about to take part in shitty tentacle hentai.

(The next part is a little graphic)

God now I’m thinking about those symbrock fics, with venom playing with Eddie in public. It all happens under Eddie’s clothes of course, and I can see that with demon ghost and soap. Soap struggling so hard when talking to a store clerk, feeling a tentacle lazily push in and out of him. “Johnny. Focus.” A deep voice speaks to him in his thoughts. Soap knew that voice. It was the bastard who was currently messing with him, in public. And also a demon. The one haunting him, ghost. Well he liked to call him ghost, the demon never said his name.

Though when we’re details like that ever important?

“Go fuck yourself.” Soap snapped under his breath, glaring at the tiled ground. But he was answered with a sharp thrust. This time something a bit bigger than the first ‘intruders.’ (Sorry calling tentacles by the term intruders is so fucking funny to me) Soap almost teared up at the uncomfortable burning stretch he felt. “Speak nicer to me.” Ghost responded. If soap could see his face, he knew that jerk would be smiling right now. And if he could? He’d kick that jerks ass.

“Is something the matter sir?” The clerk asked, it wasn’t hard to tell that they were concerned. Who wouldn’t be though? A weird customer flushed pink, shaking, and muttering under their breath. Not to mention, as soon as the customer walked up to the counter, it got cold. Strange. The store was set at a comfortable temperature. The clerk wasn’t even under a vent.

“A-aye! Aye. everything’s fine.” Soap eyes shifted back up to the clerk, god this was embarassing. “…alright then. Will this be all?” The clerk questioned. Placing each item into bags with practiced precision. “Uhm, ay-hng!” Soap was cut off, rude, by a cold tentacle tugging at his hair. The clerk looked at soap. Almost in a judgmental way. (Looking like 🤨) “Sorry- I’m sorry- aye that’ll be all. Please. Thanks.” He quickly paid for his stuff, grabbed his bags, and made a run towards the doors.

I got carried away with that

Anyways, my love for monsters and monster fuckrs showed up pretty strong in this, sorry about that 💀

[chokulit]

dungeon meshi dashboard discourse simulator

🌚 deactivated5150527

literally why are beastman fights still a thing. you wanna make people turn to animals and fight to the death like it's a normal thing? like it's basically pure sadism

🌻 hareus-fuckr-69 Follow

ok look i get where youre coming from but don't you know how important beastman fight clubs are in queer history, ESPECIALLY trans history. many people who didnt have access to transmutation magic would use the more easily accessible beastman magic in order to alter their bodies. not to mention it was an opportunity for the otherwise disenfranchised to earn money and make a living. and it's basically purely misinformation that people were "turned to beastmen without their consent". like look if you don't wanna watch animal people tear it up and get injured in the arena you could at least advocate for them to get more rights and basic living opportunities

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and retired fighters, even though their bodies are less capable now, STILL encourage those who want to get turned to go for it if it's their choice. they even give them advice on how to properly manage their new body, and even give them suggestions for which animals to turn into that would be best for their physique

🏳️‍🌈 bisexual-gnome Follow

yeah beastmen were a HUGE part of queer history in the northern continent. Amara Bosko, a trans wolfwoman, led a protest with her fellow arena fighters and tore it up at the house of Emilor, which recently passed a law which would ban arenas in the region and leave several people essentially homeless. they showed up at the gate and made a lot of commotion and several people got arrested. it was a turning point in that era and led to a bunch more protests which eventually led to beastman transmutation being legalized in several areas of the northern continent. her example is still being followed to this day.

🌚 deactivated5150527

ok where did i say people were "turned without their consent"? it's always people like you who encourage these death matches.

💥 elfpet Follow

i checked this person's blog and their last post was about them hating half-foot sex workers

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beastman heritage post

[toomx]

Ted Lasso s3ep5 Reactions? Thoughts?

Am I using this as an excuse to rewatch the most recent EP? Yes. In my defence, I watched the first time while actively getting ready for the day so it’s basically a first watch anyway.

This is all like a live reaction, I’m sorry if it makes no logical sense.

Spoilers ahead (I think)

TRENT CRIMM RAINBOW MUG USER!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I nearly screamed the first time, was still excited the second time)

Shite in nining armour was not what a I had even begun to think it was going to be and now Rebecca’s psychic session has me just as confused as her.

“Star Fuckr” that’s it, that’s the tweet

Colin just not reacting?? to the Anastasia comments?? (I love him sm)

Zava wife guy

Coach Beard lore 🔛🔝

This show is actually fucking hilarious, I’ll die on that hill

(Trent Crimm, Independent, rainbow mug pt.2, I just needed to bring it up again)

Higgins?? Babe?? This isn’t you?? Wake up??

Nate... 💔💔(#1 supporter of the Nathan Shelley Redemption Arc, idc...idc)

Shandy was kind of iconic, I said what I said 🤷‍♀️

Barbara ❤️

AFC Richmond Animal Crossing players?? pls, I love them

I hate Zava, fun fact

What’s in the drawer Barabara? 🤔

Sam ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️I love Sam

COLIN HUGHES ON TH EPITCH YIPPEE! (yes, yippee)

Is Richmond more important to you than West Ham Nathan??

Still hate Zava in case you were wondering

Rebecca.....💔😕

I LOVE GAY PEOPLE 🏳️‍🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Nate 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

DANI ROJAS, MY LOVE, IT’S OK

I normally, on a normal day, have the worlds fattest crush on Ted Lasso but roblox (idc if it’s with his son, who lives on the other side of the world) is an ick

“You know, crap like envy, or fear, or shame” The cut to Colin i’m goNNA SLEEP IN TRAFFIC I- FU- I CAN’T TAKE THIS- 🥲🥲🥲

“The belief that we all deserve to be loved.” I am crying actually

FIN

n e ways, the synopsis for episode six has me running laps with impatience so.. see you then!

[xamaxenta]

Not to be doubly lewd and degenerate but Ace is also a gusher and he came like everywhere

So he does the laundry bc he’s a good boy like that, but also bc Marco was gonna and Ace is like no let me im the one that ruined your sheets and hes hanging everything up and other crew are like leering at him

Ace glares at them like what the fuckr you looking at

And theyre like ayy boss sounds like you got dicked down good huh

Ace: i did the dicking you nosey pricks

And that is how everyone found out that Ace owns an XXXL ridged dragon cock and Marco was the one who was actually screaming

OR (now hear me out) OR, transmasc ace rubbing his legs together all day under the heady weight of marcos stare

Yeah this too alternative version is Ace is left dripping through his shorts for the rest of the day

Fully aware of the heat in Marco’s gaze, the creeping intense reach of his observation haki, swears the bastard taught him to sense his haki just so he could taunt him like this

Always being watched, and Ace is both stubborn and competitive, he wont touch even if the lust is driving him mad

[lesbian-so-queer]

where did you get the idea that im a cis man? im literally trans. my icon is the gay trans man flag

My bad, you're right, i did get that wrong, and it was transphobic of me. I'll now go correct my post, you're just the man that called me, a non tme lesbian of colour lesbophobic for saying there are white supremacists and terfs infesting the lesbian community.

Honest mistake too, i dont know the trans gay man flag. And you're literally misogynistic trash, so congrats on passing so well i forgot you're not actually a cis man.

[lovelytarou]

just let me adore you

— in which dabi wanted to buy you clothes and see you in only the best cloths there is in the world, the only problem is how you see yourself and he will do anything to prove how much he adores you

pairing: dabi x female!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint, suggestive

tags: hurt/comfort??, the reader's insecurities (nothing too detailed), negative thoughts, i advise not to read this if you don't want any of that

a/n: i'm so excited to post this that i just can't wait another day!!! also pls give feedback i spent all my love and time in this instead of schoolworks sksksk but really, i hope y'all like this and i'm sorry if i made dabi too soft in this, the fandom needs more soft dabi every once in a while. sorry if i'm putting my inner dabi fuckr in this fic 🤧

“what are you wearing?” dabi asked one night after you emerged from the shower.

you saw him lounging in your shared bedroom, waiting for you as he was scrolling on his phone when you arrived from work. you quickly excused yourself and took a shower with a promise of cuddling with him afterwards.

snaking your arms on his neck, you gave a peck on his cheek and grinned.

“it's one of my old shirts, why?” you frowned, looking down at your clothes.

dabi wrapped his arm on your waist, holding you closer to his body as you sit on his lap. his other hand reached up to your face and tucked your still damp hair behind your ear.

“it looks like shit,” he bluntly admitted while looking in your eyes fondly.

that earned an offended gasp from you as you attempted to wiggle out of his grip but to no avail. dabi may not look like it, but he sure is one muscular guy.

“well, i'm sorry if i don't have such expensive tastes when it comes to casual clothing!” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. the action itself made dabi look down on your breasts and bit his lip.

if only you can see how he sees you right now.

“exactly. you only deserve to wear the finest silk,” his hand travels down your exposed thighs, slightly lifting up the oversized shirt in the process.

“the most exquisite lace that shows off your boobs and your delicious curves,” his voice dropped into a sultry tone, his wandering hands squeezing your sides making you smack him playfully on his chest.

“stop it!” you hid your face on his neck, his jaw resting on the top of your head.

“what? it's true.” he chuckles, kissing your hair.

he brought his index finger under your chin so you can meet his eyes. there is nothing but love and adoration swimming in those beautiful teal irises.

“i love seeing you in fancy clothes, but...” his warm breath that faintly smelled of smoke and mint that makes your head spin fanned your face, his lips ghosting over yours in a gentle dance.

as if the world turned upside down, you're now on your back as dabi towered over you, “you're even gorgeous when naked,”

his lips sealed over yours again and again. that night, he threw your old shirt where it could not be seen anymore and you were more than thankful for it as you spent the entire night making love.

the next few days, dabi made it his mission to buy (read: steal) clothes for you. in the morning after hours of rearranging your guts, dabi basically threw away all of your clothes in the trash and made you wear his shirts. you almost wringed his neck because of that but you let it slide when he told you that he'd replace them with better ones.

back at the league of villains hideout, dabi eyed all of the people gathered around the room. shigaraki's currently holding a meeting for their next attack and here he is, imagining you in the most beautiful outfit he'd get for you.

his teal eyes landed on the back of himiko's blonde head.

heaving a heavy sigh, he kicked toga's seat.

“hey, nutjob” he called lowly, not wanting to get the others' attention.

she scoffed at the nickname before turning her body towards him.

“what is it, staples? do you need something?” she cocked an eyebrow at him, playing with her knife in boredom.

“yeah. you like...cute things, right?” dabi inwardly cringed at his choice of words. never ever in his life did he imagine he would say such things to someone and worst of all, he needed her help.

toga chuckled lightly at him, noticing the small blush on dabi's face.

“oh? what's this all of a sudden? are you taking a liking to me now?” toga's smirk widened upon seeing the latter's growing annoyance.

“in your dreams,” dabi grumbled, “i needed help with something.”

pinching the bridge of his nose, dabi closed his eyes and cursed at himself. after this conversation, his colleague would definitely find something to tease him for. but then again, he's willing to look like a fool if it's for you.

after the boring meeting that lasted for approximately four hours, dabi and toga exited the hideout to raid a few malls.

“i don't understand why you didn't just choose the clothes yourself?” toga hummed, examining a cute top with cat prints on it.

she placed it over her front and modeled it in the mirror before her, posing this way and that. from the corner of her eye, she sees dabi leaning against the wall, arms crossed with a bored look on his face.

“don't you think i wouldn't ask for your help if i can do that?” dabi rolled his eyes in exhaustion, this is taking too much time. the two of them have been in twenty shops already and raided five malls in only half a day.

toga poked her tongue at him and clutched the cute top along with the other clothing. she pushed them all into dabi's arms, making him drop most of it on the floor.

she suddenly stopped and gasped as they exited the store, the neon pink lights reflecting on her eyes as she squealed in delight.

without warning, toga dragged dabi into the lingerie store.

upon entering, the cashier immediately cowered under the counter as the two villains surveyed the place. the person was about to reach for the telephone when toga stabbed the glass counter near their hand.

“don't even think about it,” she grinned down at them menacingly.

dabi ignored them as he looked around. it's filled with many lingeries that he doesn't know which one to look at first. there is no doubt that anyone would love to see their lover dressed in those promiscuous outfits.

his thoughts immediately wandered over to you, dressed in black lace set, writhing under him and making pretty noises just for him.

before his lewd thoughts could wander, he called toga over and nodded his head at the item of clothing he's been eyeing.

“i want that one.”

the first thing you noticed upon coming home was that it's empty. the mugs that was left in the sink that morning was still where you last saw them, the unfolded laundry is still in the basket, and the television in the living room is off.

dabi must not be home yet.

you let a small frown form on your face. you had expected to come home to your beloved boyfriend and welcome you with open arms and kisses.

today wasn't the best of days, to say the least. the series of bad things after another drove you mad and all you wanted was to go home and be wrapped in your lover's hug as if the two of you are the only people in the world that exists.

taking your shoes off, you padded towards your shared bedroom and slowly took off your work clothes and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh.

rubbing your arms, you caught sight of yourself in the body length mirror at the corner.

your gaze lingered for a long while, eyeing every expanse of skin exposed. you chewed on your lip anxiously as you made your way to the mirror.

your mind was clouded with negative thoughts and jabs at yourself. this is the reason why you hated being alone, you are left with nothing but hate at yourself and there's nobody to pull you out of it. you are suffering by yourself and having to push through it.

slowly, you unwrapped your arms from your sides and stared at the body in front of you. staring from head to toe, listing each thing that you find a flaw, an insecurity, an imperfection.

what did dabi see in you?

you don't have the most attractive body that rivalled any pro-hero's, or a killer charisma, a beautiful face that could take anyone's breath away, your skin isn't as clear as the ones the models in tv and magazines have, you have a lot of scars from childhood and growing up, there are uneven skin color, a wound, and your hair isn't as pretty as other girls'.

so, why? why did dabi stayed? why did he, a handsome, powerful, strong, smart man, asked you to be his girlfriend when he could have anyone he wanted in the world that is much better than you?

tears streamed down your face as your body was wracked with sobs. slowly sliding down to the floor, you clutched your chest as you felt an excruciating agony. repeating over and over in your head why dabi doesn't love you.

through your tears and cry of pain, you didn't hear the door open and close. nor the sound of your boyfriend's voice calling to you or the door to the bedroom opening and the sound of numerous shopping bags falling to the ground as dabi takes hurried steps towards you, who is reduced to a ball of sadness on the floor.

“baby? what's wrong? why are you crying?” he didn't get too close to you at first, expecting you might not want any sort of contact at your moment of vulnerability and decided to ask you instead.

you're still trembling as small sobs leave your lips.

you gasped, shocked to hear that he's home as you quickly sat up and sloppily wiped your tears with your hands and arms.

“d-dabi! you're home!” you sniffled, doing your best to look alright although it's futile since he has already seen you crying your eyes out.

your boyfriend can only look at you with concern filling his eyes. he hovered his hand in midair between the two of you as he looked at your eyes intently. you answered him wordlessly by leaning towards his touch.

it evoked a sigh of relief from your lips as you felt his charred and normal skin, clutching his arm like your life depended on it. and maybe at that moment, it did.

he's relieved to know that he's not who you were upset about, but it didn't lessen his worry.

dabi leaned down to kiss your temple, his lips lingering there as he brought your face close to his chest.

“tell me what's got my baby so upset,” he mumbled against the skin. hearing the deep rumble of his voice against his chest calmed you down a bit.

you closed your eyes as you exhaled, surrounding yourself with dabi. his scent, his touch, the feeling of his heart beating against your ear, his lulling voice pulling you out of your waning thoughts.

“it's...stupid,” you laughed breathily, shaking your head.

“nothing about you is stupid, angel.” he immediately rebutted, pinching your waist.

you hid your face in his chest, not wanting him to see you like this. vulnerable and weak.

“i-i was just having a bad day, and all i want was to come home to you and...” you paused, your thoughts suddenly coming back to you. you fought a sob that threatened to spill from your lips, biting it down.

“i don't understand what you see in me,” you whispered, voice cracking at the end.

he shushed you softly, stroking your hair and rubbing your lower back in circles.

never in his life had he seen you so down. you seemed like the type of person who always got their shit together. like nothing wrong ever happens in their life. he'll look at you and all he sees is this amazing woman who loves to smile and bring happiness in his miserable life.

he admits that he may not be the best boyfriend in the world, but damn it if he didn't even make you happy every second of every day of your life like you did in his.

seeing you so upset makes him want to go out there and find whatever that will make you smile again.

“i'm sorry i'm not home to comfort you, baby. but i'm here now, okay? i don't like seeing you cry, pretty girl.” he muttered, facing your head up to him as he pecked your tears away.

you softly giggled at the nickname.

“you wanna know what i saw in you?” he asked, and you nodded your head at him.

his lips fluttered over your forehead, giving you a kiss there, “you're the most amazing person i've ever met–” another kiss on your nose, “the most beautiful, sweet, caring–” a kiss on your eyelids, the apples of your cheeks, “you're so fucking hot and kind that i didn't know what i did in my fucked up life to deserve you.”

he cupped both of your cheeks in his hands and made you look into his eyes. there's still the same adoration and love in them, it made your heart swell with many emotions just for him. only he can make your heart beat wildly inside your chest.

not letting him say another word, you surged forward and crashed your lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. a few tears escaped, but this time it's because of happiness and the overwhelming love he have for you.

you were both panting when you pulled away, grinning stupidly as your foreheads touch, staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

“i love you, d'you know that?” you breathed out, pecking his lips once more.

“yeah, i know.” dabi smirked, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. your legs wrapped around his slim waist in return.

he threw the both of you on the bed, you on his lap as he stared up at you with a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“say it back!” you whined, pouting playfully at him.

he pecked your lips this time and tugged softly on your bottom lip, making you moan.

slowly, you felt him lower you down on the mattress as he placed open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck. the fire ignited inside your core as you gripped his biceps, the way his lips are doing things to you, you can't help but just lay there accept all he had to offer.

“mmm, i love you, too. but i wanted to show you how much instead,” he whispered lowly in your ear before biting at your sweet spot and creating a mark for everyone to see.

his lips traveled lower to where you needed him the most, gripping his hair as you sang beautiful songs for him.

“y/n! are you done, yet?” dabi asked for the umpteenth time that day as he waited for you to come out of your shared bedroom.

you both decided to go on a date and it's been two hours since you told him that you're ‘almost done’. he's been waiting patiently for you, knowing that you'd come out of that room and take his breath away. hell, you can wear the dirtiest rags and he'd still think you're the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

“just one sec!” you called out from inside.

he couldn't help but groan in annoyance, his patience wearing thin.

he glanced at the time on his phone.

how long are you gonna be in there for?

“babe, i swear if you don't come out of there after five minutes, i'll leave without y-”

he didn't get to finish his words as you came out of the bedroom wearing only the skimpiest, thinnest, and revealing lingerie that left nothing to imagination.

he found himself swallowing his words as his gaze hungrily drank your figure up and down, focusing on every detail, every skin exposed to his eyes.

you decided to tease him, wearing only the lingerie he had ‘bought’ you a few days ago. you were surprised when he did admit he had bought the clothes for you. when asked when he got the money from, he only said that he stole it from some ‘abusive bastard's credit card’.

you shyly standing there wearing a sexy outfit did nothing to his raging problem. within seconds, he stood in front of you, staring at you like you were some sort of goddess that graced the earth and he'd happily kiss the ground you walk on.

“did you...like it?” you hesitantly asked, looking up at him as you played with the ribbons of the lace hugging your body.

his pupils dilated, eyes darkening with want and he picked you up as you squealed in surprise, carrying you back to the bedroom.

“that's it, the date can wait another day.”

[uniquegaytruckersforgaypozmaster]

I am a Pierced Hung Damn Proud Fuck’n Toxic POZ Bareback Breeder Gifter and Stealther ! I Chose to Get my NEG Fuck Boy Cunt POZZED when

I was 19 years old Gettin’ Paid for an Amateur Video Takin’ a 7 Toxic POZ Load Gangbang on a Work Bench in a Garage and I have Never Fuck’n Regretted It ! POZ gave me the Freedom to Fuck without Fear and Fuck Like Real Men Should -Unwrapped with the Bottom Fuckr Takin’ the Balls Deep Load ! Currently I am Deliberately a High Viral Toxic POZ Bareback Fuckr not Takin’ MEDS with a CD4 Viral Load Count over 2MIL, so that my Filthy Hot Loads of Fully Charged Up Dirty POZ Cum has Value ! POZ Fuckrs Take Hard Rough Balls Deep Re-Charge Loads to Help them Keep High Viral and NEG

Fuckrs Take Hard Rough Balls Deep Loads to Join the POZ Brotherhood ! This Toxic POZ Bareback Fuckr Gets Off on Spreadin’ Loads of my Filthy Hot Dirty BUGS ! Re- Blog if Toxic POZ Cum Floodin’ your Hungry Cunts Balls Deep Turns You On ! Fuck Without Fear or Don’ Fuck at All ! Heads Up NEG Load Takin’ Bottom Fuckrs Who Want to Stay NEG then you Should be Takin’ PREP otherwise

Fuck’ Welcome to the POZ Brotherhood ! Cheers POZ Proud Tony 👍

[graveofglenvale]

SEB I LIKE YOUR THEME IT LOOKS SO COOL. for the series meme umm [thinks in my brain] half life?!?

EHEHE THANK U <3 its inspired by die anstalt :) anywys YESSSS HALF LIFE.

❤ Favorite Male: barney calhoun always ALTHO. I <3 ELI VANCE TOO

❤ Favorite Female: alyx vance. obviously shes cool what else am i supposed to say

❤ Favorite Pairing: FREEHOUN...... i love those mother fuckres

❤ Least Favorite Character:  i feel like ive already said enough obvious ones so fuck mossman that said i sttill think breen is a motherfucker too

❤ who’s most like me: HM?? I DON’T KNOW.. i wanna be the little chef vortigaunt you see in black mesa east :)

❤ most attractive: 

❤ three more characters that I like: dr klein, d0g, and grigori dfsmdfsds

[favvnsongs]

Kinda sorta went through the cry little sister tagged and. I’m very. Intrigued. Like ohhhh? I didn’t know this was a thing that I needed??

oof god listen okay I dont know how much of this is gonna be coherent but I just.... really really love this stupid au it's so fun and aesthetically pleading and I mean you know me, i live all day every day in the dumpster it's my permanent mailing address.

no but ooof yes adora and co making the really hard decision to leave catra behindddd after she saves glimmer. surely prime will torture and kill her before they're able to get there. surely they wont be able to rescue her and get out alive. surely trying to save her would render her sacrifice to save glimmer a waste. they leave her behind. it hurts. it hurts and adora hates herself but she gets it. she gets the rationale of it all. she hopes that catra will understand how fucking sorry she is.

but prime doesnt torture her. or kill her. catra has potential. catra has promise? catra has so much pain and anger and hurt and suffering and sadness in her? he can see it even without having to look in her head??

catra is an asset.

also fuck canon I dont bother with canon lmfao. catra isn't chipped against her will. and there's a few different types of chips anyways. no but. no oof just. the light, the pure proper true version of the light is the absence of pain and doubt and suffering? grief and resentment and bitterness and spite and guilt and self loathing? worthlessness? those feelings that she's been carrying around for years? her whole life? theyve been in her chest since she was small? every little cruelty from shadow weaver or thoughtless comment from adora? every time she's been left behind? every failure? this heavy dark awful rot within her? and she's shoved it so far down and pretended that it was blinding bright petty anger instead? but that's only ever done more harm than good. she's only ever done more harm than good her whole life. she's destroyed everything she's ever touched and everyone who's ever possibly maybe liked her or loved her or tolerated her, she's pushed them away and made them hate her? no home no place no purpose?

she's fine with dying. she's okay with it. far from home and it's all her own fault and she's got no one to blame but herself. a cold dark cell and she's so sad and tired down to her bones and she's okay with dying. adora hates her but maybe she hates her just a fraction less now that she's got her super forever bestie glimmer back.

gosh but. when a clone comes to get her? she isnt tortured. and she isnt chipped. and she isnt killed?

she meets with prime and they take a walk? along the corridors of the upper decks of the velvet glove? more windows looking out onto the vast expanse of the cosmos than not? trillions upon trillions of stars? strolling along in silence at first? he seems so at ease? and of course he is, always at ease. always relaxed. always in charge. she tries to mirror that calm but the twitch swish of her tail gives her away despite herself.

"what do you want."

"you seem so lost, catra" he says? which. she gives him this look. this. the fuckre you talking about, kinda look.

"in your heart, child," he clarifies, "lost and in so much pain."

she doesnt like how sympathetic he sounds, bullshit ass fucking liar. she knows not to scoff though. not to roll her eyes or make some punk ass little shit comment. something in her is telling her it'd be ill advised.

"yeah, well."

"you were under the impression I was going to kill you. you'd accepted it. perhaps, catra, you were glad for it."

fuck.

she wont look at him. she wants to deflect it. deny it. lie. but she's so tired. she's been so tired for so long.

adora isnt coming to get her. she'd told adora not to come and get her. she's made adora's life a nightmare for years now. she told them to stay away.

she just maybe thought. maybe wanted. maybe hoped..

stupidly foolishly selfishly

that she'd be worthy of being rescued anyway. worthy of the attempt.

she's so tired.

"there is nothing left for you down there catra, is there. you've destroyed everything you've ever touched, isn't that what you told glimmer? you drove everyone away."

she just wants to belong somewhere. she just wants to have a place. she just -

he touches her? reaches out and caresses the side of her head? a tender sympathetic touch, calls her a poor lost wayward soul.

she drops like a stone to her knees? eyes wide and tearing up. sucking in ragged breaths. the most overwhelmed noises. she doesn't hurt. realizing she's never known what it's felt like to not hurt. to not be tired. to not have such dark pressing suffocating despair like an infected wound in her chest.

as quickly as it went, it returns. she doubles over wailing. clutching her hands to her chest, sobbing, begging, take it away again, please.

but he tells her that the light is meant for those who truly, really truly whole heartedly want to walk the path. who want to be loyal. devoted. reverent.

cupping her cheek and thumbing away her tears? he'll guide her from the darkness and into the light. all she has to do is be willing to follow.

[sadistic-second]

Heavy lids close tightly— it was enough & rem stands to cut him off. Yeah, he’s got no idea what she’s talking about and she lets it drop. Rem is great at reading between the lines. “— glad tha’ ol’ fuckr’s dead. Cmon, lets smoke.”

Oh.

It was here that Reno realizes they were referencing two different things. There’s relief spreading across his face. But that doesn’t mean anything but for him its enough. Shoulders relax, posture slumps. A hand reaches for the abandoned cup and a couple of the fries still on the wrapper. Little things he can still stomach with how he’s feeling. What a pity, too, that burger had been so good.

“Oh yeah? You think we’ll be able to get away with that this time?” As if they hadn’t the last time. Who was the reigning Hide and Seek Champions among the Turks? That’s right, it was Rem and Reno. Hadn’t liked sharing his title with her at first, but they’d been together so long that he was alright with it now.

“You got the good ones this time though? The ones you had last time were  weird as fuck tasting.”

[ghostofadragon]

fuckr i fucking LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I JSUT. god im so so glad we've gotten to be such friends and you inspire me so fucking much it like. blows me away all the shit you make like idea-wise and art-wise and just. waves my hands how do you DO that?? what god did u kill. you know who this is idk why im on anon lol

[mullet69-archive]

There’s only 34 people who post Ghost consistently on tumblr, and you better BELIEVE that you’re going to be found because of this. your cheeks can’t clap fast enough for you to escape this one, fuckre.

[mrsometimes]

Tagged by: @scar-tisshoe​ 

Nickname: Bitch

Gender: boyo

Height: 6'0″ to 6′2″ depending on who you ask

Sexuality: Bi

Hogwarts: Ravebclaw? hufflepuff? idk 

Favorite animal(s): Cat.

Average hours slept: 4

Dogs or cats: Cat

Number of blankets: 1? what kinda question

Dream trip: um da mall

When I made this account: middle school

Why I made this account: a homestuck friend convinced me

Followers: about 150 or so

tagging: @flower-fuckr @toastymelts do this shit i dare you 

[fakedself]

do that pointy meme but w mac n cheese fuckr

.watch me play characters i probably haven’t before and humor me please. / open.

ONCE UPON A TIME, you considered yourself a good guy. perhaps the hero of the story, someone who protects the city. a vigilante of some sort, perhaps. do you still consider yourself the good guy now? the spunky protagonist with a heart of gold? even now, pistol in hand, spilling innocent ( HA! these sim troopers are FAR from innocent! ) blood just so you can keep manipulating the people of chorus, are you STILL the hero? 

❛ you still don’t get it, do you? the entire reason you sim-troopers were allowed to live this long is because you’re all losers! ❜ he laughs. keep telling yourself that it’s not personal, that it’s just the job ( OH, BUT YOU FIND PLEASURE IN THIS, DON’T YOU? of knowing they don’t spill ichor like YOU do. ). ❛ control was confident that you’d do more damage to these people than they could ever do to themselves. i mean, a bunch of idiots in charge of an army? come on, it was a recipe for disaster! locus and i figured we’d let you rack up the casualty count then kill you after a few weeks. ❜ 

a short laugh. man cracks his neck before continuing. ❛ oh, but then you did something special! you gave these people hope! and with that came a new level of motivation. to fight harder, to die faster! all with the belief that their sacrifice might actually mean something. but you know what? ❜ his grin borderlines on absolutely sadistic. what a monster you’ve become, isaac gates. ❛ it all means nothing! at the end of the day, if i’m stronger than you and if i’m faster than you, then i can kill you! and that’s better than anything money can buy.❜

( do you still think of yourself as the good guy? )

[leagueoflegends-confessions]

Taric can't do damage? Says Who? My favorite thing about Taric after playing with him for so long is that people think he doesn’t do that much damage, and when late game comes they will try to 1v1 you.Like, say if you’re away from your adc in the jungle or something. They see you as easy kills. That is, of course, until your stun plus passive chunks away a quarter of their health. I’ve had multiple  adcs (on both sides) complaining that “a tank support shouldn’t have that much burst.

Submitted by @capald-is-a-dark-fuckr

Artwork by PeachMaiden/JiniChu

[drifters]

about me

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs

tagged by @talizorahs thank u dude c:

i couldn’t think of 10 ppl, but i’ll tag @ama-darav @daydreamsanctuary @blazednarancia @irllance @minako-exe @arecibomessages @rascally-mow-doe @moonmilkhun only if y’all wanna do it ofc

Nicknames: egg baby, plant fuckre

Gender/Pronouns: he/him (they/them is also fine)

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: like 5′7″ i think

Time: 9:58 AM

Birthday: September 19th

Favorite Bands: i don’t really have any fav bands or anything so rip

Favorite Solo Artist(s): ^^^

Song Stuck in Your Head: Waking Lions by Pop Evil 

Last Movie You Watched: idk it’s been a while

Last Show: The End of the F***ing World

Why did you create your blog?: i wanted a more organized blog and didnt feel like going through tons of posts 2 add tags and stuff

What do you post?: mostly bioware w/ some other video games and jjba occasionally

Last thing you googled?: bns forums bc i wanted 2 know maintenance times n shit

Other Blogs: nah

I follow: 178 blogs

Followers: 86

Average Hours of Sleep: who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lucky Number: no clue

Instruments: i have no musical talents

What are you wearing?: pajamas

Dream Job: somethin’ involving video games probably

Dream Trip: idk

Favorite Food: currently mac n cheese

Significant Other: not seein any1

Last Book I Read: Overlord, Vol. 1

Top 3 Fictional Universes: Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and ??? Blade & Soul ig ???