#ALSO.... SHOW ME. BLEASE

[aardvaark]

it’s funny to have some people follow me for my leverage posts because i know i can’t necessarily recommend you all any of the other tv series, movies or books i like. leverage is by far the most wholesome, hopeful, positive show i watch. nothing wrong with wholesome! but my usual go-to genres are horror and crime procedurals about murder… i can imagine someone who’s more horror-averse following me bc they’re a leverage fan & assuming i must have a similar taste to them, and innocently checking out other stuff i’ve posted about like "i’m sure i’ll enjoy Ring (1998) if adrian enjoyed it!".

[zrllosyn-art]

Colored sketch based off of frozen lighting by @izfaish!!

ITS. ITS GOOD AND GOT FUN WORLDBUILDING AND CHARACTER EXPLORATION GIVE IT A READ (if youre caught up. you know who you are)

[chronurgy]

I'm starting to dread (ha) Dreadwolf, partly because Solas is the main antagonist and I have...... Absolutely no feelings about him at all, actually. The best I can summon is a big old "meh". And if they center him (which it seems like they plan to) and make a big deal about whether you want to kill him or redeem him or stop him or join him... Well frankly I just won't care and I'm worried that means I won't have a damn thing to care about in the game's main plot

I'm also worried that his success or failure at taking down the veil will be preordained since that's too big of a plot line to leave up to the player - there just wouldn't be any way to structure future games to account for that player choice. This is obviously a less well founded worry, but it makes it really hard for me to care about the stakes of the game

Idk I'm not trying to shit on people who are excited for this game (I am too, despite the bitching and moaning) but it's really hard to get excited for a game when the one thing you know about it is so completely uninteresting to you

[deeisace]

euphoria of like,, being able to shave lmao, but also :/// the knowledge that so many customers are gonna call me "miss" or whatever tomorrow :////

the :/// levels are off the charts guys

[acaciapines]

“so acacia what did you do today” thank you for asking! i drew out character designs for a vera-centric animatic. yes vera from son of sea foam. the percy jackson fanfiction. in other news i ran out of caff posts people have saved and i need to talk about vera sosf or i’ll die—

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Curtain call for the last Mysteries show at The Flea with the original cast!!

scrolled quite a ways for that picture, like i immediately recognize the red splattered strip curtains in that thumbnail....final play of the cycle being "sermon of the senses" which by all indication has the characters (not sure if everyone doesn't become Ensemble by that point) are in modern day costuming

finding fresh hd production pics & no lucifer? even [i think there was bdsm elements in the crucifixion play. there should be kink in the shadow of the valley of death] can only be so sexual

[feline-evil]

Boredt, playing around on Flight rising, trying to make potential ideas for Metal gear dragons; it's hit and miss cuz i ain't the best at this, i can't get stuff exactly how i'd like but here's some rough ideas of Venom (top), Kaz (left) and Ocelot (right)

[rosielav]

Bellefast my beloved Ringleader

Some fun facts about Belley boy:

-loves candy

-has been ringleader for 8 years (since he was 22)

-favorite non-candy food is stew (any kind) and dried meat (preferably beef)

-6'2'' / 188cm

-best friends with Alina the Head Clown

-wears the star contacts basically 24/7

-is the current only known magical person in the area/world, not a magician, but someone with a real ass magical power. He's not a fan of this.

[naisaa]

ough maybe its bc i rly didn’t expect it but i kind of hate that good omens s2 ended with a setup for another season 😭

[mafaldinablabla]

Went to the first yoga lesson in years (I did surprisingly well), got a message from my library friend that had arrived a book I ordered almost a year ago and while I was at it I bought the second one too bc I saw it ages ago and I wanted it real bad but I couldn't at that time, then this afternoon got an haircut. Nobody talks to me until tomorrow morning bye.

[tirfpikachu]

she offered to take me on a date tmrw insteaddddd

she is literally like this with me i'm gonna freakking die

ugh she's trying to netflix & chill me. help

[thistlerock]

Every time I remember Riz is semi-canonically hot I weep. He is not. He is notttt he doesn't deserve this. By this I mean he does NOT want that kind of attention and any time someone flirts with him at a party that he's only at because his friends are a little part of him dies. Younger Riz would have at least been too autistic (I say this lightheartedly but I also fully mean it) to be able to tell that someone is flirting until someone told him afterwards but by now he knows. He knows and he hates it. Save him. Save him blease. He struggles to turn people down without coming across like a panicked weirdo (because that's what he is.) and honestly probably considers just stealthing away a more viable option. Like, they're not gonna find him on a thirty on stealth. It's fine. I feel like I mention this a lot but Riz's Highschool experience is, aside from the fantasy conspiracy stuff, scarily similar to large parts of my secondary school experience so I know this to be true.

Based on the fact they get on screen flirted with the most I'm gonna say Fabian, Gorgug and probably Kristen are also conventionally hot people — probably more conventional than Riz because Goblins are both small folk and "monstrous" and. Y'know. He got hate crimed on screen. You understand. But Fabian and Kristen kind of bask in it (and both tend to fumble.) whereas Gorgug remains largely oblivious to it until the last second, but he's chill. The only Bad Kid who can have a normal conversation with people he's attracted to and/or are attracted to him, give it up for Gorgug.

(I think Adaine does fine in theory but like she's not currently into people in general and gets awkward when someone is showing interest like Oisin that one time. Fig is just. Fig.)

I was gonna make fun of Riz being so sex repulsed asexual surrounded by excessively horny friends but I kinda got off track. You know that neverafter adventuring party clip where everyone is leering at the fairies and Murph is just. Leaned back, arms crossed, calling everyone maniacs and refusing to engage with the conversation? Honestly Bad Kids vibes. Riz behaviour. Also Lou and Ally being the most obsessed with them felt so Fabian Kristen bro moment. Siobhan not seeming as concerningly horned up as the other two but clearly in for the ride and laughing was real party wizard energy. Zac so quietly in the corner but laughing peak Gorgug. "You're right she is stacked" Emily-Fig before trying to shove it in Murph's face real. Idk it's just real funny to me.

[szilverer]

day 2 after returning to the Is: reality keeps testing reisz' sanity

important notes on this part bc i was loling irl playing it

they were ready to beat whoever woke em up to a pulp. not bc the intruder dared to invade their marsh lair but bc they dared to wake. them. up-- HEARTSY??!!??!?!?!

rei had just gotten back from sensually killing some guy with poisoned honey hearts game -> this bat followed them HOME??

"is this a manifestation of my psyche giving me a we-- weird. a weird dream--"

ah yes. reisz choice of decor: alcohol & soul bottles, a vast collection of book piles and literal (cleaned) remains spread out around the home, the highlight being 66 skelly friends (around 20 of which were once actual people, fished from the river):

i think hearts specifically would judge how the remains are all dry

^ this feels like bullying. heartsy they sleep like 2 hours per day and you managed to show up in that exact timeframe . and to top it off you PRETEND not to know them.?? heartsy blease.

also i wanna doodle more abt the ending of this lil storyline later but for now i must say:

they swooned felt some sort of way with mr hearts' feats of strength lowkey but in that specific reiszcore "i need to metaphorically consume it and Be like this" manner. so i gotta think about them imitating hearts like a little cub now. aotrs wings incoming idk

their interest on hatching more eggs is exactly bc of the point above 🤭

rei looked at the pig & went oh my god it came to life all grown and confused this pig is just like me ..... AND its already abandoned ..? poor lonely thing . so naturally rei immediately folds and adopts it just like they did with half the companions tab in my inventory. and their husband

bonus: we (me and rei) have still NO IDEA wtf the pigs are actually about. no one tell us its funnier this way

[circus-clangen]

Plssssss please blease post the st. James infirmary cover list I'm begging and Pleadinggg

WITH UTMOST PLEASURE 🎩

Alright let’s GET IT ON

First up, Cab Calloway ver:

S TIER. Absolute classic, probably my overall favorite version. ICONIC drumbeat in the beginning, droning instrumentals, the funeral choir in the background? EXACTLY how the song should be. And his vocals?? The TREMOLO??? That random growl after “Pall Bearers”?? FLAWLESS and IMMACULATE. SO ominous and hopeless

Next up, Hugh Laurie

S TIER. PERIODT. ONLY other one getting an S tier outta me. When I tell you that I had a supernatural EXPERIENCE listening to this for the first time in a pitch black car driving down an empty country road in the dead of night. I ascended to another DIMENSION. THAT PIANO OPENING? THE INTENSITY OF THE WHOLE INSTRUMENTAL FIRST HALF followed by the smug nonchalance of the vocals? Had me on another astral PLANE

Next up, Louis Armstrong

A Tier - and OKAY DEMOTING SATCHMO HIMSELF TO A TIER I KNOW horrible and cruel BUT this version is almost TOO slow for me… Like it’s got the dread and hopelessness and funeral procession feel to it, but it just didn’t quite hit like the S tier ones. From a technical standpoint this one is ALSO flawless but something about the vibe didn’t catch me. Oh MAN do I love the trumpet in it though…

Next up, The White Stripes

ALSO A tier. I LOVEEE the intensity of this one. Ultimately I like the woeful sad versions of the song more, but something about this angry and almost vengeful and possessive tone… so good… and that old piano sound is Just Perfect. At one point it time I knew know to play ST James infirmary and did so on a DECREPIT old church piano so you KNOWWW that hollow coppery dusty sound was on another level, and that’s kind of what this version reminds me of. Solid solid cover

Plus this lyric… so good

Next up, Sly and the Family Stone

A tier - That gospel electric organ piano in the beginning came out of NOWHERE and had me on my KNEES oh it’s SOOOO fitting for the song… actually stunning. The rest of the song is too funky and experimental for the st James infirmary vibe I think but those piano chords in the beginning MANNN those cemented this in A Tier

Next up, The Devil Makes Three

B Tier - Yeehaw version 🤠 Absent the dread vibe BUT the country genre does fit the song VERY well, and I just really like this band. BIG fan of the “only twelve of them men coming back” part… excellent

Next up, the Bridge City Sinners

B Tier - Solid intro, decent instrumentals, just a LITTLE too grungy and emo for me. Random swear inclusion VERY immersion breaking to me because I’m so used to the others

Next up….Alice Francis…. Shameful inclusion

C Tier - The Slutty Version…. Not even about people dying. Goofy ahh cringe ahh electroswing and YET ☝️ Hot DAMN is it catchy. Only saving grace. I’d break it down to this in the clurb if I had to

Thank u for coming to my ted talk

[iii-days-grace]

@dot-hpg my mum always used to tell me my weight in sacks of potatoes (and sticks of butter, 1 lb each)

completely uncited figure but by my math, our man is about 17 sacks and 2 sticks big

[knightfcll]

nightcap

welt x reader, 1.6k

note: 🤪 im like not even caught up but i love this gilf tew much okay bye. My first reader fic on da blog, blease be nice 2 me <3

content notes: ❗️❗️🔞🔞🔞❗️❗️ explicit smut here, minors do NOT interact!!! Reader is gender neutral, no specific references to pronouns/body type/genitalia for reader, brief oral sex, penetrative sex, reader calls welt “mr yang” a lot 🥴

The Astral Express is quiet. You've finally returned after another long and difficult journey on another strange, new planet. Everyone else has retired to their own rooms for a well deserved rest, but you still wander the halls. Mr. Yang had stayed behind for this assignment and to say that you felt his absence was an understatement.

You had lasted all of five minutes in your own bed before throwing off the covers and deciding to seek him out. Without the exhaustion of adventure weighing him down, he's likely still awake, perhaps poring over a newspaper from your latest excursion. You make sure to bring one back for him if he's not there; he says it's so he can get a better idea of what effect the Stellaron's had on the planet, but you see how quickly he turns to the comic strips. You'll catch him doodling the characters later, sometimes changing their features, doing two and three different sketches that he thinks you won't see.

You're only half right. You find him almost exactly as you'd imagined when you slip into his room, except his brows are furrowed. He's tapping a pencil against the paper.

“Need any help, Mr. Yang?”

He looks at you briefly before returning to his crossword puzzle. "Evening. And yes."

You smile and saunter towards him, crawling onto the bed eagerly. He opens his arms without prompting, allowing you to settle into his lap with your back to his chest. He has most of it filled out already, with only the bottom left grid glaringly empty. Mr. Yang is one of the smartest people, which is why you like to tease him when he has to ask you for help with these things, but he's also the most mature, which accounts for the good natured chuckle you typically get in response.

"What's the clue?"

"Eight letters. 'Hot term for a recent admirer.'"

You make a show of scrunching up your face and delicately take the pencil from him. Your handwriting isn't quite as neat as his, but finds a certain charm in it.

Welt hums appreciatively. "'New flame.' I think you could be right."

You beam. "Bested by the newcomer, Mr. Yang. You'll have to ask me to explain strange things out in the wild next time we leave the Express."

He chuckles. He thinks it's cute when you try to tease him like this; you're all bark and no bite, really. You fold as soon as he gets his hands on you.

Like right now, as his fingers ghost over your thigh. You lean into it as much as you can, but he's so good at holding back. It's the sweet sting of having someone like Welt for a lover: a wealth of experience to keep you satisfied for hours on end, but the patience and precision needed to keep you just on edge until he thinks you're ready.

"Did you need something?" He says it so casually, like he doesn't know your skin is burning underneath him.

You turn your head to look at him. It's there again, that little bit of sharpness in his gaze that seems to go right through you. He's already thinking about all the ways he can unmake you.

"Just you," you say, waiting the precious few moments it takes for the spark to ignite.

Welt kisses you, softly at first. His hands roam over your thighs, just ghosting underneath your sleep shorts. You whine the third time he does it, unable to handle the loss of his touch. He pulls away.

“Patience.”

You pout. He notices everything. “I’m not impatient.”

He humphs in disbelief. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to.”

Any other night, you might protest his rigidity. Be the brat he likes you to be, until you’re a sobbing mess in hands, begging him to just fuck you and stop teasing. Tonight, however, you’re inclined towards obedience. You hush up and wait the agonizing few moments that he waits, watching for any sign of defiance. Satisfied, he kisses you again, hungrier this time, sliding his tongue over yours. You hold back a moan when he digs his fingers into your thighs.

Welt pushes you down. He trails his lips down your body, over your chest, your sensitive nipples. He halts just below your belly button, kissing the skin lightly while he pulls down your shorts. You shiver once your exposed to the cool air.

Anticipation burns inside you when he pulls your leg up and over his shoulder. He slowly teases your entrance with his tongue, giving it slow, featherlight licks that he soon follows up with a finger.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, unable to resist calling out as he speeds up.

He doesn’t respond, choosing to punish you instead by letting up. He knows it’s agony, feeling his warm breath on you where you need him most.

It’s too much. You give up on obedience and let desperation take hold as you grab at welt’s shoulders and pull him in to kiss you. Your taste lingers on his tongue. “Mr. Yang, please…“

Welt palms at your ass. It’s a nice reminder that he’s far more affected by you than he typically comes off. Although his words are often measured and his tone even, the way he touches you is nothing short of ravenous.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

You’re on the brink of tears now. Your legs are locked around his hips, his fingers are rubbing and pinching your nipple. He knows, but he likes to make you say it. “Mr. Yang, please, please,”

He doesn’t budge. You reach for the drawstring on his pants yourself, but he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth instead. “You can speak, can’t you? Use your words.”

You watch as he pulls your finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. He’ll keep going, ignoring your pleas while he toys with you long past the rising of the sun. He’s done it before.

You draw a shaky breath.

“Mr. Yang, I need you inside me.”

You wait for his response. He almost looks bored, that half-awake look he gets when he’s quizzing you on the values of each Aeon with hands roaming across your chest.

He kisses your palm. “Keep going.”

“Welt,” his given name falls from your lips, a strained whisper that sets Welt on edge, “please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, please.“

Welt lets go of your hand. He disentangles himself from you fully, ignoring your desperate whines. You hear his pants fall to the floor and then he’s hovering over you again, sliding a hand under your shoulder.

“Turn around.”

You hear him, but you’re too distracted by the sight of his weeping cock to really pay attention. He sighs and gently lifts you, maneuvering you so you’re on your hands and knees with your back to him.

Tears of relief fall down your face when Welt drapes himself over your back. You feel him lining himself up with your entrance. You shudder when he finally enters you. His grip on your waist tightens. He lets his cock stay sheathed in you for an agonizing moment before he pulls out and starts to set a rhythm. The slow friction stirs something in Welt; he lets go of your waist and covers your hand with his own. He curses above you and moves in closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“I want to hear you. Please,” Welt gasps. It makes your heart skip.

You call out to him, moaning his name in a quiet voice that gets louder and louder as his thrusts quicken. Your words become more frantic, endless declarations of how much you need him interrupted by broken sobs of pleasure. Welt speaks your name, too, in between ragged breaths and the rapid stuttering of his hips, curses falling from his lips in a constant prayer.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, because you know how his breathing stops when you call him that, just like the first time it did when he had you on your knees in his bedroom, “Mr. Yang, I love you.”

Welt’s final thread of composure snaps. He hooks his arm around your throat and buried his face in your neck. His hips slap against you harder than before, but he still has the presence of mind to reach down and tease you one last time to put you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy roll through as you give one final, strangled shout.

Welt follows soon after, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep into your skin. You both slump forward, breathing heavily. He kisses your neck sloppily before finally pulling out with a sigh. He pulls you once to get you to clean up, but you don’t budge, a telltale look of bliss on your face. He gives up and leaves you, returning with clean cloths to wipe you down. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he flips you onto your back and takes care of you.

“Thanks, Welt.”

He smiles softly, but doesn’t look at you, focused on his task. He climbs back into the bed once he’s done, flat on his back. You lean over and rest your head on his chest.

Exhaustion weighs you down suddenly. Even though you left the mission early to see Welt, the trip back to the express hadn’t been easy. It feels like you’ll drift off into sleep as soon as you close your eyes. So you do, but not before reaching up to kiss Welt just under his chin.