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obsessive-evie · 11 months ago

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you’re pretty is all

pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, explicit language

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on.

You see, we have recently discovered that Kate cannot handle praise. At. All.

It happened one day on accident, I was just going to one of her games like normal, a pretty rough game against South Carolina I must admit, but Iowa pulled through, Kate being the highest scorer instead of Caitlin for once. She had jogged over to where I was leaning against the walls of the stadium bleachers, a wide smile on her face the moment she noticed where I was. She had barely finished talking to the media, still dodging reporters with cameras on her way over to me.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her head of course, standing on my tiptoes to kiss the side of her head. Her head was buried in my neck, her heavy breathing and warm body pressed against my own. “You did so good baby, oh my god,” I said in her ear before pulling away, my hands still on her neck. Her face now held a different kind of look in her eye. What once was pink from the exertion of the game was now speckled darker with with red, her eyes holding a look of almost uncertainty in them. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak, but nothing comes out.

She looks bashful, almost shocked, as she keeps trying to form words through her smile. A few laughs escape instead, so she breaks eye contact, and pulls me back into her arms, hiding her face in my neck.

I don’t bring it up until later, taking it as she was just overwhelmed in the post-win high.

But the more I thought about it, the more my brain needed to know why she looked so, flustered? Now I had had my theories about her liking praise, the few times I was more in control featuring a heavy adoration note, and less than a possessive or rough route, but I wanted to test my theory.

“I’m serious i’m so proud of you Kate, you played so well,” I say in the passenger seat of her car as she drives us back to her apartment, her hand in mine on the center console. We’re stopped at a long red, the large Iowa intersections taking far too long in any other circumstance, but i’m thankful for it now as I get to watch her head duck down in an attempt at hiding while a large smile plays on her face, one she’s clearly trying to hide. Her face flushes red again, and that’s when I knew I was on the right track.

Throughout the course of the next few days, I continued to shower my girlfriend with excess praise and compliments, relishing in every blush, smile, giggle, and hidden face. Everything from playing with her freshly washed hair while we talked about the game later that night, making her shift herself from laying on my chest to her kissing my neck to hide her red face when I started to delve into her high score. Not just that, but when she aced a math test a few days later, I went above and beyond in telling her how proud I was (she ended up telling me to shut up with a red face and half hidden smile, her large hand coming to cover half of her face).

The first time I called her pretty girl, I knew damn well what I was doing.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter as she curled her hair, just admiring her beauty and features. She was focused on not burning herself, but when she put the iron down and caught my eyes, she smiled, a puzzled look on her face. “What?” she asked while moving closer, her hands coming to my thighs, rubbing up and down my leggings as she laughed slightly. I shook my head, not wanting to admit anything yet, so naturally she moved closer, leaning into my personal space.

I shake my head while laughing, moving myself to kiss her lips with smiles on our faces. I break the gentle kiss to say, “My pretty girl.” Her reaction is immediate, her face flushes pink high on her cheekbones and ears, she tries to hold back an even larger smile which causes her nose to twitch slightly too. My hands cradle her jaw on each side before she plants her forehead on my chest, me sitting on the counter being one of the few positions she can do so.

I can feel her breathing slightly pick up, making me laugh again. She shakes her head in my chest with a small groan before picking it up, and moving back over to where she was standing, holding back a smile and a red face.

So it does work.

My plan was to see how long it would take for her to crack, or melt, either one worked for me. So when the day came where I was fed up with her being so stupidly strong willed, I decided to bombard her all day long.

I kissed every inch of her face when we woke up that morning, telling her how beautiful she is, even throwing in a my beautiful girl before getting out of bed to shower (she asked to join, but I don’t think I could handle seeing her naked and not get on my knees, which would ruin my whole plan).

I even hyped her up a little more the usual when we got ready to go out to dinner. When I would usually just call her my hot girlfriend and poke her biceps or abs, I made show of saying how good she looked, even throwing in a wolf whistle for good measure to get that pretty blush I adored. Now don’t get me wrong, she did look damn good, but it was a little exaggerated when she walked out in a gray tank and jeans, her hair up in a high ponytail with a dusting of makeup on her face highlighting her natural features.

I got the blush that I wanted, as well as an eye roll as she deflected by kissing me on the lips.

It was only after we had a few drinks at a nice italian restaurant that she even acknowledged my praises.

I had called her “so fuckin pretty” after taking some photos of her at our secluded table, to which she responded, “I can’t with you, you know that?” with an eye roll. “I just love my incredibly hot girlfriend, and I wanna tell her, what’s so wrong with that?” I replied. She just shook her head and said, “You’re so down bad for me.” Of course I nodded my head enthusiastically and took more photos.

By the time we were home on the couch, still in our going out clothes and makeup, I was determined to make her crack.

I was seated straddling her lap, her hands unbashfully on my ass and hips (a personal fav of hers as she put it), while mine were moving between her jaw and neck, not deciding which one I liked better. My tongue was in her mouth when my hand just barely squeezed her neck, not choking or anything, but enough for her to moan out in surprise. She pulled away for air, her face flushed and lips bitten a dark shade of pink. God she really was pretty.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered before going back in for more kisses. Her hands now gripped my hips harder, pulling me down onto her thigh, causing pleasure to shoot up into me. She did it again at the same time she pushed her thigh up, the thought of the strong muscle beneath me only adding to my pleasure. This time i’m the one that pulls away to say, “God you’re so good to me, you’re so fucking pretty baby,” while smiling. Hopefully this is the fatal blow that will make her crack.

I’m right.

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on. Her bright blue-green eyes plead up at me, coercing my body and soul into her. I stay quiet, hoping to urge her to fill the silence. “I mean it, you have no idea what that does to me I-,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, breaking our eye contact, “I can’t, just-“ I cut her desperate words off with a kiss, needing to feel those pretty lips on mine again. She kisses me back with fervor, gripping my ass and hip impossibly tighter, her hands almost painfully doing so.

Our lips continue to move with a melting passion, each of us letting out occasional moans as we move closer and closer to the fires burning bright in our cores. I break the kiss and a string of warm spit still keeps us connected. I move to kiss her cheek gently, the restraint and stark contrast from the aggressive kissing almost making me shake. Kissing softly down her jawline, stopping just above her ear to whisper, “My pretty baby,” the hand that was resting on her neck squeezing slightly.

Now being possessive wasn’t particularly new for us, Kate liked to show me off and I the same, but we were never directly possessive. So i I guess it caught her off guard when I accentuated the my part.

“Oh my god,” she half says half whines as I smirk, continuing my pursuit of kisses down her neck and onto her exposed collarbones. I manage to get her tank top off, so of course she had to even the score and get me out of my shirt (it was bunched up around my bra anyways). Kissing down her chest, removing the clasp of her bra one handed, pulling her ripped jeans down, those were all easy. But resisting the urge to abandon my teasing and fuck her senseless once I got her in just her underwear was not easy. At all.

I too was stripped down to my shorts and lacy black bralette, my mouth still slowly trailing down her body, gently kissing and biting. My hands explored her hips and thighs the lower I got, the sucking on her chest and nipples making the strong muscles twitch slightly. Every time I pulled away from her warm body to breathe or look at her, I let out a string of praises or minor possessiveness.

The lower I got, the more she squirmed at my words. What would’ve probably only made her blush before this is now making her pant. For example, “God you’re so good baby,” made her let out a particularly desperate moan, her hand coming to the back of my head as I sucked on her nipple.

Something I did know about Kate however, is that she got particularly embarrassed when I went down on her. She had a habit of covering her face with her hands, a pillow, or biting her lips to hold back the moans that only urged me on. She also had a habit of closing her eyes or looking away, especially the more orgasms I gave her, because she had a tendency to cry.

The first time I made her cry in bed, I panicked, thinking something was wrong. It was after a particularly hard loss, a tiring and brutal game against LSU, and I decided she could use an orgasm or two after that. By the time I was getting her closer and closer to her third, I thought that I was crazy when I caught a glimpse of shiny eyes before she covered them with the crook of her elbow again. Amping her up for her fourth however, was when I was for sure that her moans were turning into almost sobs. My heart dropped, thinking I had taken it too far. Of course I immediately removed my head from her pussy and cradled her face with my hands, trying to remove her own from her face.

All I had received in return was a rushed out explanation, “No, no, please don’t stop I’m fine I swear just-“ she had said before I cut her off. “Baby you’re crying you’re clearly not fine what’s wrong was it too much? I’m sorry love I-“ this time it was my turn to be cut off.

“No, no this just happens ok I’m fine just I swear to god if you don’t make me cum these tears will be for real,” she choked out, the waterworks of frustration starting back up again. I had kissed her salty lips quickly before giving her a fourth orgasm, watching as the tears flowed freely once I had held her hand down on her hip. Back then I had watched in awe as her pretty face was streaked with tear tracks, trying to test my luck with a fifth orgasm right after her fourth. Unfortunately her sobs became mumbled words of, “No I can’t i c-can’t too much I can’t please I can’t,” while pushing my head away from her dripping cunt.

Now I’m determined to see those rare tears again.

Hopefully my teasing combined with her newfound appreciation for praise would be enough.

I stand corrected.

After sucking on her thighs for too long, Kate had relented and quietly asked me to touch her. I had removed her soaked panties slowly, kissing every inch of her legs they went down. This is when she would typically look away or look for a pillow to hide in, but thanks to our position on our barren couch, she had no choice but to look at me as I made contact with her wet pussy.

I started out slow by circling her clit and pushing a single finger into her, crooking it slightly. “Keep your eyes on me pretty girl,” I said, making her move her hand from shaking by her thigh to holding the back of my head, keeping my tongue on her as she whines.

Throwing out other praises and you’re so pretty darling, or, you look so fucking good like this, so wet baby made Kate only moan and whine louder, her hand coming to cover her mouth. I get minutes into pumping two fingers into her before I notice she’s gone muffled, so I take her hand away from her mouth by her wrist, and hold it onto the couch with my thumb on her pulse point gently.

“C’mon baby let me hear you, I know you can do it,” I say, watching as she tries to keep quiet by biting her lip, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I decide to push her further.

At the same time I curl my fingers up into her g spot, I suck on her clit hard, all while simultaneously pushing on her lower stomach. This makes her let out a loud and whiny moan, stirring things inside me when she tightens her hold on my hair. The tears begin to flow now, almost making me let up on my assault. Almost.

I keep alternating between sucking on her clit and pushing on her stomach, my fingers keeping pace inside her. “Oh my god,” she panted out, the telltale signs of my girlfriend’s incoming orgasm starting as her breathing picks up. I keep going, never relenting, even when her strong hips try to lift up off the couch, forcing me to wrap my arms around her hips and thighs, pinning her in place.

I take a small breather to say, “you’re close baby, I know it, why don’t you cum for me yeah? god you’re doing so well love.” She throws her head back and whines, a high and needy thing that makes me speed up my hand, even though my wrist is starting to cramp.

Her breathing deepens, sobs worsen, thick hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her strong thighs clamp around my head. Pushing on her lower stomach always seems to do the trick, something about external g spot stimulation? Either way, she’s coming on my tongue with my name in her mouth, combined with many other things I can’t hear because of her thighs over my ears.

Her whole body shakes and twitches, her hips lifting in an arch, her hand holds my hair almost painfully tight to her cunt, not like I was leaving anyways. Her heavy breathing doesn’t slow as I push through what I think is the longest orgasm I’ve ever given her. And trust me, giving head was considered one of my special skills. Wonder if I could put THAT on a job resume?

I slow my fingers inside of her, as well as the lapping of my tongue when I think i’ve stretched that out as long as I could. Her eyes are closed now, breathing slowing, her thighs loosened around my head, allowing me to pull away for air. I slowly remove my fingers from her cunt, causing her hips to twitch again, making me laugh. I suck her excess slick off my fingers, relishing in the way she tastes. Maybe I’m smug, but the fucked out look on my girlfriend’s face as she opens her eyes is totally deserving of a mini victory lap.

I stand up from my position on the floor, my knees cracking on the way up from the way I was kneeling. I kiss my way up her hips and stomach gently, small pecks up her warm body, making my way to her face. The tear stained face I kiss every inch of, something I had started after the first time she cried, a mix of guilt and tenderness I felt for her compelling me to do so. When I finally reach her lips, I swipe my thumb under her eyes, cleaning off any more salty tears or cum. Unfortunately for Kate, going from eating pussy to kissing cheeks means mixing of bodily fluids.

A self confident smile on my face, I kiss my girl on the lips finally, her once limp mouth curving up into a small smile. I pull away, taking in her disbelieving expression. “Where the hell did that come from?” she asks, shaking her head slightly against my lips. “You’re pretty,” is all I say in response.

#kate martin #wcbb #wcbb fic #kate martin is my wife #(real)#kate martin x fem!oc #kate martin vs the bottom agenda #wrote this in my notes app pls let me know of typos #kate martin my beloved #kate martin is pretty and i went crazy #smut #smut and fluff #praise to the max #i genuinely cannot tell if her eyes are blue or green #FIRST REAL POST WOO!#ALSO THERE IS TEARS

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definitelynotshouting · 8 months ago

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“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST...#THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it.....#i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR....#i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#fic recs #long post #txt

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hammill-goes-fogwalking · 8 months ago

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I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI.

#not dislike. its hate #it made me cry several times today #thinking of how my classmates manipulate our teachers #and chatgpt AIs can EVERYTHING #its so painful to think of it #today I broke down in the bus and cried #idc what people think. hiding my feelings any longer would destroy me from the inside #maybe youve also seen how people use freakin AIs in their exams #the thing is that:#we wrote an exam for which Ive studies for like 2 whole days #this week we finally got the exams back (w the grades ofc)#and ok Ive got a 3 (C in America syste #*m)#my friends who used chatgpt throughout the exam got way better grades (I didnt expect it otherwise)#PLUS #the most provocating messages from the teacher:#“10/10 POINTS :)” “YOURE ROCKING THIS” “YEAH”#💔#seriously #this breaks my heart #dont the teacher see something suspect in the exam?!#why cant they open their eyes and get modernized to reality.#& they KNOW- the students Im talking of. they usally have bad results.#once our teacher came to a chatgpt student and said the most miserable thing:#“youve been using duolingo a lot lately hm? thats where your nice grades come from 😉🥰”#you get it?#no- this peoson didnt learn.#no- this person isnt even interested in the stuff we learn in lessons #AWFUL feeling to hear the praisings of da teachers when *I* gotta sit among the gpt-students and look like Im a worse student than *them*#[writing this at almost 1 at night] still have some tears. this topic really has the power to destroy someones day. 💔💔

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icantdothistodaybruh · 1 year ago

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Was thinking about organizing all merch I've gathered over the year for a loooong time, and finally got myself a day to do so... AND i'M SO HAPPY WITH IT AJJDFSKOASAKS CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF IT

Most of it is from the ones of my favorite artists - вис��т груша and Forte.khom, some stuff is my own, the rest was gifted to me by friends (I love u all beyond any comprehension) Will be hanging this beauty right on top of this little exhibition💅💅💅

#and now to the list of random facts I'm very exited to inform u about without putting it in the actual post #SEB&CIEL'S PAIRED CARDS HAVE HOLO LAMINATION *AND* LITTLE CROW&LAMB ON THE OTHER SIDE #THE SMALL RECTANGULAR THING WITH CIEL IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT IS ACTUALLY A TINY BOOKMARK #NOTE IN THE SAME CORNER IS FROM ВИСИТ ГРУША AND SHE WROTE THAT SHE LIKES MY WORKS VERY MUCH #THE LITTLE BLUE AND PINK HEARTS ON SOME OF THE PINS ARE FROM MY 10+ Y.O. HAIR TIE i'VE KEPT FOR SOME REASON #THREE BIG HOLLOW STARS (and a couple of small ones) ARE GLOWING IN THE DARK #HOW COOL IS THAT????#thanks for coming to my ted talk everyone #I'll be seeing you when I'll get the strength to tear my eyes away from it and get to drawing

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thekidsarentalright · 1 year ago

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hey guys did u know that crowds are won and lost and won again but our hearts beat for the diehards 🥹

#this part of thriller literally makes tears come to my eyes like instantly it makes me so emotional #thriller is genuinely one of their like most raw vulnerable songs to me like the biggest love song to fans like pete literally wrote that #shit from his heart for US and then made it the OPENING TRACK of their like bestselling album. whatever idec whatever 🥹#txt #p: 100

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ask-thearchivists · 1 year ago

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Whats the end goal for collecting mortals? You gonna drop everything you collected on a rock and call it good, like whats the point of all of this? What if their nothing left to collect, your jobs become meaningless, life would become meaningless, this is what mortals want to live their own live for is to find the good in life not to be stuck in stasis until the end of time. It's like a prison or a never ending nightmare we can't wake from. I think I would rather die.

The Curator: I would say "then die" but we aren't allowed to let you die. Real weird for you to act like any time at all has passed for you since you were Collected. That's the point. We Collect you, and if you are ever released it doesn't matter if it's been a million years, it will feel like you blinked. No prison or nightmares because it feels like blinking.

The Charmer: You act like mortals don't attempt to Collect either, especially Collecting just to Have. We are actually fully equipped to preserve what we Collect, while most other mortals pathetically attempt to preserve the creatures all around them, and sometimes even others of their own species, with terrible methods only used on the dead. They could only dream of preserving things that are still alive, for the rest of eternity, like we can.

The Cartographer: I must agree. The Collections created by mortals we visit are always infinitely more horrifying than what we do, especially since so many involve killing the creature being Collected. Pin boards of tiny, impaled mortal's corpses. Horrifying imitations of life made from the skins of dead mortals, cured into shape. Using chemicals that you inject into the flesh of the mortal to preserve them, or submerging them in chemicals entirely. It doesn't have to be something you like, but the way we Collect is infinitely more considerate.

The Charmer: It's not like any of the mortals get permission from the creatures around them that do not share their elevated sentience. So it strictly comes down to the permission of those mortals, and I have said this before, I am good at my job, so most come willingly. And we Collect to preserve the life of the mortals.

#ask blog #ask the archivists #asks are open #toh the archivists #the owl house #toh #toh oc #the archivists #id in alt text #ask to tag #I will say that as long as it's not taken to the extremes they go to #collecting like how they do would kick ass tbh #Look me in the eyes and tell me people who Collect bugs wouldn't want what they have #no hate or judgement to people who do those collections btw #I wrote a snippet for the fic I'm making where I adopt the Collector #and I bring up those sorts of collections to reassure him that Collecting by itself isn't bad #because it's really not? Like definitely not any worse than hunting or fishing or collecting bugs #my sibling sent this in and I was like 'girl they are going to tear you limb from limb'

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wikitpowers · 11 months ago

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Love this reposted ahhhh I’m SO TIRSTY for Jess’s ao3 bonus chapters but I can’t find writers who write in the Jessa stuff :( https://www.tumblr.com/02babyy/737456831603032064/blackstairs-is-such-an-amazing-ship-idc-what

Anyway so what r ur favourite headcanons of Jessa? ☺️🤭

my favourite jessa headcanon is probably jem teaching tessa how to play violin :') he would be so soft and gentle and patient with her even if she messed up (don't touch me)

ALSO the both of them teaching mina how to use cortana after emma passes the blade on would be so adorable but also badass af??? they are both so freaking powerful, mina would grow up one of the best warriors of her generation with them as her tutors istg

#jem teaching tessa would be so romantic #get outta here #and if he tries teaching her the piece he wrote for her #THEN WHAT #and-#[tears in my eyes]#tessa gray #jem carstairs #mina carstairs #jem x tessa #jessa #the infernal devices #the wicked powers #tid #twp #tsc

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kaidabakugou · 1 year ago

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just hurt my own feelings while drying my hair bc i thought of an angst idea and now i’m crying 😔

#kai.rambles #i’m actually so sad now #i wrote down the details incase i end up writing it eventually but aghhhh i can’t write angst without stopping every 2 minutes to sob #to give you the long story short i just think that nanami maybe left you some letters behind in case something were to happened that-#he is no longer with you and gojo comforts you through bc you two only have each other left now and he wants to make sure he’s there for you #and maybe in those letters there’s one that’s addressed to him and it says something like ‘take care of her for me’ ISNSISNSIJAA #BYEEEEEEE #I CANT EVEN SEE ANYMORE MY EYES ARE BLURRED WITH TEARS

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morporkian-cryptid · 5 months ago

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Listening to The Mountain Goats (again) and it's got me thinking (again) that I want to spread the music I love, and express why I love it so much, and the best way for me to do that is through art; but how can I possibly express in a drawing the feeling of getting hit in the heart all the way to tears by a line like

"I don't know if that's true but I've been told, it's real sweet to grow old".

Like. There's no way to put that feeling into art better than the song itself did. And I don't even know who the fuck Chavo Guerrero is-

#like. listening to 'you were cool'#and hearing John Darnielle say 'The person I wrote this song for - in case you see yourself in it #I want you to know if you're a person who's heard this song and has thought 'that's me! that's me!'#she's my age now #and she's fine.'#like. how? how am i supposed to explain the feeling of being punched in the throat and hugged at the same time #how am i supposed to explained how fast tears welled up in my eyes #john darnielle's a fucking genius. i don't know man. he's a fucking genius with words.#the mountain goats

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brutal-nemesis · 1 year ago

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Goretober VI: Other Ways to Silence Your Castys

Festive and fun things to do to your guy for @coyotehusk goretober wow

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Ingredients: mouth and eye stitched shut, mouth whump/gore (no teeth stuff), eye gore, fun with a needle

“You know, I’m starting to think you don’t like hearing my talk.”

Kuro cocked her head as she lowered the strip of cloth she had been about to tie over his mouth. “Why ever would you think that?”

Castys raised an eyebrow. “I dunno, the various gags and shit?”

“I suppose it’s more I think you’re cute when you can’t talk than I don’t want to hear you, if that makes sense. I think you’re funny to listen to.” Kuro ruffled his hair despite Castys’s attempt to lean away. Well, at least she thought he was funny. Then again, she also thought he was “cute”, so maybe he shouldn’t put too much stock in her opinions.

“You could just listen to me all the time then. I can go on for hours, you know. I’ve lived for a while so I know lots of things about various things. And besides, even if you think I, uh, look cute when I can’t talk, that stuff always covers my mouth, so you can’t even see my whole face. It seems kind of counter-intuitive.” He leaned back in the chair he was tied to. “So it makes way more sense to just not gag me ever. You get the full Castys experience.” Castys finally looked up at Kuro and realized he did not like the glint in her eye.

“There is one way, you know.” She grabbed his chin. “One way to keep you quiet and still be able to see your whole face.”

“Ask me to shut up?”

“We both know that won’t work,” she laughed, walking away to retrieve something from her stupid tool bench. That seemed to be…a needle. And thread.

“It’ll work, watch, I’ll shut up right now, all by myself, three, two, on-” Kuro’s tentacle pressed against his lips.

“See, even when you’re trying to be quiet you still keep going. So let me do this, would you?” Castys shook his head because yeah he’d rather not. He knew it wouldn’t matter in the end, that this was going to happen regardless, but a guy could dream.

The tentacles really were unfair. One of them stayed pressed against his lips, another gripping his hair tightly, and the other two resting on his hands since his wrists were tied to the armrests, which left both of her hands free to poke the needle through his skin and pull the thread through. He tried to keep his breathing steady, it hurt way more than it should, both the sharp needle punching completely through his lip and the scratchy thread moving through the holes behind it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when she was done?

Once Kuro finished and tied off the thread, Castys decided that it did hurt a little less now that nothing was moving, but his lips still stung, and it felt like every shift in his face pulled at the threads and caused everything to hurt even more. He wouldn’t really have cause to make faces if Kuro wasn’t holding his chin and examining his face. “You’re right, this is better. You’re all quiet and I can still see every little bit of you.” She ran a thumb over his lips, causing him to wince, which then caused them to hurt even worse and also made Kuro laugh.

She teased the needle and thread in between her fingers, considering something. “I think I have another idea. Will you hold still for this one?” Castys just raised an eyebrow, but she seemed to get the message since her tentacle curled in his hair to keep his head in place. Seconds later her grip tightened in response to his struggles, which were very incredibly justified because she was bringing the needle up to his fucking eye. “Calm down, Castys, I’m not going to poke your eye.” Oh, cool, that solved everything, he’ll just sit back then and let her punch that thing through his eyelids, totally fine. He especially loved the horrific sensation of the thread scraping across his fucking eyeball! Not to mention that the hot blood dripping from his eye really felt like tears and he hated the thought of Kuro actually making him cry, since he wasn’t counting tearing up from all the vomiting or the whole intestines in the mouth thing.

Soon enough his right eye was all stitched up, too, and it felt awful. His eye desperately wanted to get away from the itchy, painful thread that was touching it, but it just couldn’t, and both of his eyelids burned fiercely. Kuro seemed amused by whatever face he was making in his efforts to try and hold the least painful expression possible, and she tilted his chin up, her thumb pressing against his mouth once more.

“Would you rather I didn’t stitch your other eye shut?” Castys nodded despite his suspicions of this being some kind of trick, and given the way Kuro’s eyes thinned in what he was coming to interpret as a smile, it probably was. The needle approached his other eye, but there was no thread on it, and her fingers were holding his eyelids open, meaning…

He squirmed and struggled for no good reason at all, just making his rope burn worse, trying and failing to keep his mouth from straining against the thread holding it closed as the point of the needle dove into his open eye, awful, piercing pain and cold discomfort, and his mouth kept screaming, kept pulling, as the needle moved and swirled inside his eye, as she looked down at him in such wonder, and his lips kept straining, further and further until they tore, bright, fresh agony exploding on his face, which made him want to scream even more, which pulled at the thread even harder, which ripped his lips to shreds even more, which-

Castys leaned forward, panting, his lips completely torn apart, blood and tears dripping from his face, one eye still stitched shut, the other hardly able to see with a needle poked into it, his throat so raw from screaming he couldn’t speak.

Looks like there was another way to shut him up without gagging him after all.

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