#I have to spread my Little Talks propaganda

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

”You’re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear”

“All that’s left, is a ghost of you”

“Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart, there’s nothing we can do”

“Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon”

In order to get my full vision, you must stare at this while listening to Little Talks, by Of Monsters and Men, the best song ever made, which will become the new foundation for all my Cosmo/Sprout stuff

[lycandrophile]

i love helping other transmascs speedrun getting over their doubts and fears about going on t. there are two people in my personal life who have been contemplating going on t for a while, and both of them talked to me about it because i’m the resident Guy On T, and by the end of our conversations one of them was fully decided that they want to start t and the other had realized the thing that had been stopping them was actually probably not a real barrier at all. i’m making it my life’s mission to become the little trans devil on as many people’s shoulders as possible whispering “you should totally go on t i think you would really like it” in their ears. maybe the real transgender craze seducing our daughters was the friends we made along the way.

[red-garden]

Smart money’s on Sizhui

after watching lan xichen simp for jin guangyao and lan wangji simp for wei wuxian, gusu lan is probably struggling not to place bets on who between lan sizhui and lan jingyi is going to be the Doomed Simp of the next generation

[unethicalpeacemonger]

Hello everyone, have a Gerard fanart while I talk about the current situation here in Indonesia

Press down here, please read all the way through if you can

Hello, I am A, I'm Indonesian. I apologize for my terrible grammar. I will be using initials due to future safety concerns.

Right now Indonesia is going through a massive change under the reign of our new president and his vice, and I can't say its a good thing. Our elected president, initial P. S. is an alleged human rights offender due to his participation in the kidnapping of several activists back in 1997 and 1998 during Indonesia's "New Order", under president Soeharto and a known Zionist. Meanwhile his vice, G. R. Is the son of our previous reigning president, a pro AI leader and generally seems to be underqualified to be a vice president.

It has been a little bit over 100 days of P. S. and G. R.'s reign over Indonesia and country has been in shambles. During their campaign, they promised the people a free nutritious lunch program that won them a massive following of supporters. However, the program turned out not as expected with the food being barely nutritious and even bad at times. But these are not only the problem Indonesia has been facing these past few months.

Some of these problems are; the government cutting education funds, countless of mis-use of AI in spaces it shouldn't (AI-art, AI competitions), even things like the shooting of a highschool student by an armed police officer, and silencing any form of art that criticized the governmental corruption. All happened in the span of more or less 100 days under the reign of our newly elected president.

However, the country reached a new low in the past 2 days. The parliament recently discussed a new bill that contained a revision to military personnel, letting them take part in socio-politics departement. The discussion was done closed, in a fancy hotel and not in the official government office. And just yesterday, they approved this bill.

If you're unfamiliar with this, Indonesia's military system had this exact system back in The New Order, under Soeharto's dictator reign. And according to history, this has done greater harm than good, increasing the probability of violence by the cops and military, silenced journalists, kidnapping and murder of activists, and ultimately, according to Indonesian history, a riot that killed several college students from Trisakti University.

Yesterday, several riots were planned, mostly by college students in Jakarta and they were met with violence by military personnel keeping track of them (mostly beatings). This alone has proved the escalated risk of violence by military personnel.

Please spread this as far as you can. And if you can, please do your own research because I am also not invincible to misinformation and/or propagandas. I'd like for people outside of my country know what is happening to us incase something greater than us happens.

[reversedpineapple]

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖: 𝔻𝕣. ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠 ── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Here to spread my Dr. Ratio propaganda. (≖⩊≖) This is beta read but I also wrote and looked over this in the middle of the night.

∘•·····•∘ Yan! Dr. Ratio x Nameless! Reader ∘•·····•∘

(Reader is not Trailblazer)

TWs: Stalking, obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, manipulation, delusional behaviour

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. :D

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By continuing to read beyond this point, you have agreed to the trigger warnings and to be at least of the age of 18. The author does not hold any responsibility whatsoever for your actions.

This man is a menace and you don’t even know about it most of the time.

Since you are a Nameless, he can’t just do with you whatever he wants. Your name is far too well known in the universe for his actions to not have unnecessary repercussions.

To his luck (and your demise) are the adventures of the Trailblaze highly sought after, the media reporting on what your group had been up to if there is even a hint of action from you. So imagine the surprise of Veritas colleagues when they see him listening to a gossip channel on the radio. One time, another professor approached him just to catch the esteemed Doctor Ratio reading an article of a boulevard magazine. There was no reason at all why he was even more adamant to wear that plaster head for the rest of the day (if that was even possible). No reason at all!

Everything you do, even if you are on the other side of the universe, is catalogued by the Doctor, a carefully cultivated timeline decorating his bedroom walls. In that regard, he is a complete hypocrite. Veritas claims that the first necessity to overcome idiocy is to know thyself, yet he doesn’t even realise his own unhealthy behavior. To him, this is no different than someone painting their wall in a colour. His favorite just happens to be you. And he is so careful with it too. Don’t even dare to imagine hurriedly scribbled notes with a pencil, by the Archons, no. He paints the whole thing carefully like how an artist would paint their muse with acrylic paint.

Veritas has a plaster head of you. Of course he has, what did you expect? But he does not dare to wear it. Instead, it’s presented in a glass case and to ensure it does not feel lonely he also has a perfect marble replica of you. Veritas also has the nasty little habit of talking to them like you were actually standing in the room, telling it about a certain student not doing as well as they could if they would only focus.

This man knows your likes and dislikes in and out. How? Remember him reading magazines and listening to entertainment he would deem as waste if they were not reporting about the latest gossip about you? Yes, that. He rewatches even the smallest snippets he sees about you in visible media. There was that one time you tried a dish on the Xianzhou and despite you smiling, he could tell by subtle body language you were lying. By the way, that clip was three seconds long.

If he meets you in person though? He behaves totally normal. Well, as normal as the Doctor Ratio usually behaves. However, he talks slightly less down on you than he does to others. Don’t misunderstand him though, he still sees himself as the superior one between the two of you. His behaviour stems less from a position of equality and more like how a human views a small kitten. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks you are unlike most not stupid, dare I say he respects you even a little bit but in the end, his view on humans is a spectrum. On one side, there are idiots who he oh so desperately tries to educate and on the other, there are geniuses (which are in his opinion sadly way too rare). You sit right in the middle between the two of them.

Congratulations, most don’t even come close to the halfway point of the middle.

The plaster head is glued on in your presence. Reason for that is the heat blooming across his face. Ratio is your most avid fan, your most loyal cheerleader. To him, you are someone with great potential. Veritas also has hope in his students but what he feels for you isn’t just hope, he knows you have the making of someone of true intellect and he would be damned if he were to not attentively take note of that.

If you want to see the good doctor flustered, do small acts of services. Prepare him a dinner, ask him how his day was, arrange his clothing back into place should they ever fall out of place. Veritas is often seen as someone untouchable, a perfect cold statue so the human part of him gets often forgotten. This does not bother him one bit but you acting like this strokes some part of him that would make him, if he had less self control, squeal like a schoolgirl and roll on the ground… metaphorically speaking.

Should you ever express romantic interest in him though… oh boy. The plaster head would still stay for a while. Ratio needs to practice. Like an athlete prepares themselves for a tournament day after day, he himself prepares himself for your affection. If he is sure he won’t turn into a solanum lycopersicum, he will start to remove it more often around you. No, Veritas Ratio isn’t all suave and cool headed like he presents himself, he is just way too prepared for everything in this relationship. If he messes up, it’s on purpose. You dislike that? Then he will do this better the next time. Of course he knew that beforehand but everyone would get suspicious if their relationship was nothing but smooth sailing.

On those rare occasions you stay over, he will prepare. The plaster head and statue will be moved to his bedroom. The man is most likely rich enough to own a place with a guest bedroom he will present as his own. Ratio understands very well that you seeing this would be the end of your relationship, especially if you are still in the earlier stages. Like already mentioned, he does not see how toxic his behavior is because he thinks that everything he feels and thinks about himself is undeniably true. It usually is and because he is wrong in this one instance, he is unable to see the problem with his actions. He is, in simpler terms, acting like someone who says their opinion on something but deep down disagrees with it without realising that.

If you are in a relationship and currently traveling, he will miss you and he will catch himself spacing out from time to time. Such a thing was unthinkable for him before all of this. Veritas is not against that, though. He understands that humans have such reactions to emotions and suppressing those would lead to negative consequences. He does try to keep it under control whilst being in public though. On the other hand, one thing he is ashamed about is the shirt he stole from you. It’s not a smell thing, he would never let used, dirty laundry get close to him but rather a thing of possession. It just hangs neatly in his dresser, waiting for the owner to return. The best assumption he can make about his own actions is, that he just likes to have something materialistic from you. He also has a lock of your hair hidden somewhere on his person. Where though is a mystery only he knows the answer to.

Somewhere along the relationship he has gifted you a headpiece like his own. In his eyes it’s a lot less glaringly obvious than a ring. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it is indeed a lot more obvious so you just wear it happily. What you don’t know though is that every time your partner sees you wearing it, whether that be on a photo or a video, there is a part of himself satisfied that he has laid claim to you. If you let him do as he wants, you might as well soon look like you are from Amphoreus and believe me when I tell you, you do not want that.

If you don’t draw clear lines, Ratio will make you emotionally dependent on him. He knows how humans work, he knows how to manipulate you just right so you still have your dazzling personality, yet can’t go on without him for too long. The good news is, your partner is a patient man. You can drag this on for a very long time. The bad news, it is not a question if but rather when this happens. When you finally learn about all the unsavoury things Veritas does, it is already way too late. By then you are dependent on him and nevermind the questions. Ratio also is a well known person so should you even think about distancing yourself, you will have to answer to a horde of reporters and I don’t think I need to tell you about how intense they can get when they think they got a scoop.

Do not copy, translate or use my work without my permission. All rights belong to the author.

[oddballwriter]

Ahhhh I love your male x readers! Can I get Parker Bradley x male reader headcanons? Fluff and smut of a male (he/him with bio male genitals) of someone who is his opposite?☺️

(Dark clothes hair ect kinda like the sun and moon)

Date Everything Parker x Male Reader who’s his Complete Opposite

Summary: It’s exactly what it says on the label

Warnings: Regular: Reader is specifically mentioned to be male, with the pronouns he/him and term “boyfriend” being used for him. Parker being Parker. Mentions of biting and little to no personal space for the reader (Parker is VERY physically affectionate). Reader is mentioned to not be much of a talker. NSFW: Top!Reader and Bottom!Parker. I know that the request specifically asked for AMAB/bio-male anatomy but my writing style for headcanons didn’t really allow any flow for that, sorry :(. But it is very heavily implied that Parker is the one getting penetrated though. Board game based sexual innuendos. References to other dateables (Hector, Ben Hwa, Betty).

Author’s Snip: I’m always happy to write for male readers of any kind so don’t be shy boys. I got you and will try my best to make something for you. Might not be too good if you don’t specifically since I’m an AFAB nonbinary. But I’ll do my best so long as you throw me a bone <3 I’ll also gladly write for the lovely MTF trans girlies too. Don’t by shy either ladies.

Notes: I really spread my Bottom!Parker propaganda it’s about to be Steven Grant all over again.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Regular

I don’t really think Parker minds too much on the fact that you’re his complete opposite so long as you’re still down to play board games with him and aren’t a dirty cheater. He just likes that you’re willing to keep up and play with him and win your way to his heart fair and square

Someone described him as a puppyboy and like… yeah that’s basically how your relationship works on his end. He follows you around EVERYWHERE in the house (both pre and post realization) once you start dating and practically hangs on your arm all the time

In the same post someone also mentioned that the dateables also probably don’t have any true sense of sexuality inside of themselves, so Parker doesn’t really give too much mind on the fact that you’re both dudes because that literally makes no difference at all in your relationship

Gender and sexuality is a human thing, why would a pile of board games give a shit??

Sun and Moon you truly are though because you really couldn’t be more different from each other. Parker wears all sorts of colors both in his dateable form and post-realization. He looks like a rainbow rubbed up on him like a giant cat and the color rubbed off on him. And then there’s you, who you honestly don’t think you have anything that’s remotely colorful or on the lighter side.

His natural resting face is a smile and bright eyes while you have the most strongest resting b face, if looks could kill you’d be guilty of a lot of unintentional deaths because your face is just… like that. People are actually scared to talk to you sometimes because of how scary you look. Meanwhile Parker is there holding onto your arm like “This is my boyfriend! They’re great! Right, babe? :D”

It’s insane, truly a marvel

Parker is very VERY touchy and social, with honesty just about anyone, meanwhile you’re very quiet and don’t really do much physical interaction with anyone unless absolutely necessary, with your only exception being Parker who is always talking back and forth with you and doing things like holding your hand or arm and hugging you

Also, using “back and forth” when referring to you two talking to each other is generous because Parker does most of the talking and you just nod along and go “Yeah?” “Uh-huh” every now and again

He’s used to it though, he will actually do most of the socializing for the both of you

Whenever someone is trying to get you to talk to them then Parker’s there like “Oh, he doesn’t talk much.”

The other dateables have no clue how Parker “can’t-go-five-seconds-without-talking-his-head-off” Bradley managed to bag you, but they congratulate him on the pull

I hope you like biting… because you know… he does that canonically. It’s definitely a cuteness/affection aggression thing. It’s just this impulse that he can’t resist. I wanna say it’s not like “drawing blood” hard where he breaks skin but if he’s a puppyboy then you’re his chew toy because he’ll just gnaw on you and leave a few marks. And you have honestly just accepted your fate

Like don’t be surprised if you’re calculating your next move while playing a game, sitting next to him, or cuddling and he just starts gnawing on your neck/shoulder/arm

If he’s biting too hard you can also just move your arm/gently push him away and he will understand without you saying a single word and go “Sorry” and then start biting more gently on a different spot or just straight up stop

LOVES cuddling by the way. You have not known the meaning of personal space since you started dating Parker because your personal bubble has become YOUR (plural) personal bubble. Like I said, you just have to accept it, dude. You picked Parker for crying out loud

You come in a pair now. Where one is, the other is also there or close by unless it’s work or something that requires you to be separate

If you have tattoos like him, especially a sleeve like him, but like… your version, Parker likes to trace them. He’ll take your arm and just start tracing his fingertips on them and look at them. If you haven’t already explained them to him, he’ll be asking all about them. And yes he has favorites.

And if you keep adding to it and get him one that matches one of his, then he’s over the moon and bouncing around with joy

Anyways, going back to him being touchy, always wanting to be near you, and inviting himself into your personal space. He likes to sit on your lap and other stuff like that, like straddling you while your sat down at your desk chair or something. It’s not even sexual. He will just do that because it lets him be close to you

Again. Normally you would never do anything like this but Parker is just able to weasel his way into being able to

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Is something you say often whenever he does something that SHOULD cross your boundaries but doesn’t as a way to tease him, and it makes him giggle every time because he so totally knows

It’s like a dog that’s not allowed on the couch fully knowing that it’s not allowed but does it anyways

Same goes for sleeping. It’s like cuddling with an octopus

You dong even stop him anymore, you just adjust yourself so he can get in there

“My boyfriend” is also something you hear from Parker a lot too when he’s talking about you. He says it with such pride. “My boyfriend’s great at this.” “Oh, my boyfriend really likes that!” “My boyfriend this” “My boyfriend that”

You love him though. You’d gladly meet the expectations everyone has about you being able to kick their ass if anyone made him upset or sad

“He said no pickles” type shit <3

And Parker’s behind you like “Yeah! You tell em’ >:(”

NSFW (feel free to leave if you want)

Brat

What?! Who said that?!

Me 👉😌 I said that

I will be taking no criticism because I’m right and you guys know that I am. Don’t even start. Argue with Wallace, bitch

Okay he’s not intentionally a brat most of the time, if anything you guys just kind of fell into that dynamic

But he can be!

Especially if you wipe the floor with him in any games you play together since he likes winning so much. Like yes, he respects the game and understands that you won fair and square, and sportsmanship. But he can get all pouty and gain an attitude afterwards if he was so dead set on winning.

He’ll be like “Yeah. You were good.” all nonchalant and uninterested when you know he is normally so excited and will go on for a bit about how great your gameplay was

He might even subtly accuse you of cheating/rigging the game in your favor

“You did shuffle the cards a lot though.”

At a certain point you had enough of it and cornered him while you set him straight. “Hey! You know, I play fair just like you like it. I don’t do that and you know it. So quit being a sore loser and maybe I’ll let you win next time.”

Parker fixed his attitude very quickly after that but he was there like

He actually kind of had to leave for a minute to… take care of some stuff before coming back acting like his usual self

But that was sitting inside of him for a while after that wondering “How do I do that again but get him to just NAIL me?”

He was so awkward about it after a while too. He was not subtle about the fact that he had something on his mind

He tries playing it off and acting like he didn’t know what you were talking about until you started being more firm and he folded like a game board and spits it out really fast

“Okay fine! Last-week-when-you-cornered-me-and-called-me-a-sore-loser-after-you-beat-me-on-game-night-I-got-really-turned-on-and-really-wanted-you-to-do-something-about-it-and-I’ve-been-thinking-about-it-for-days-now!”

Once you register what he’s said you just nod and are like okay we’ll figure out some rules for that and left at that

And my GOD has Parker been so happy since you guys established rules for how the dynamic will work

Side bar: I do feel like sex in general was a bit of journey in terms of introducing it to the relationship because Parker doesn’t really think about sex too much

Like he definitely flirts and does all that but like, that’s not to get in your pants. He just thinks your having regular couple’s banter and the whole lap sitting stuff is just him wants to be close. Like it doesn’t click in his sweet little head that like “Oh yeah. That could actually be a sexual thing.”

You definitely have a talk where you explain boundaries and all that to make sure you don’t accidentally give each other mixed signals, how to initiate, how regular foreplay would work for the both of you. But I don’t actually think Parker is as horny as a lot of other dateables are

You’ve learned to read each other well to know what you’re doing something with the intent of just doing it/affectionately and when it’s a way to butter the other up for some twister in bed if you know what I’m saying

Okay now back to you brat taming that twink

This is gonna be like me announcing that forks can be found in the kitchen, it’s a no fucking brainer, but the board games are definitely a huge part of the foreplay for it

You guys start playing something, he starts getting an attitude and being bratty, you push his buttons, he pushes yours, you subtly let him know you’re down and he continues, you guys play a few more rounds where you beat him some more, he gets more bratty, and then you decide to “do something about it” and proceed to play scrabble with his insides

Don’t worry, he can take it. He’s durable and wanted this

You can rough him up a little bit (maybe not too rough, but you can definitely manhandle him a bit, as a treat)

But you actually have to win at the games as part of the foreplay, he won’t give it to you that easily. You need to give him something to actually pout over

You fuck him into the middle of next Tuesday when it’s like this though. He can’t get enough of it

He can’t get enough of it in general when you get him going, even outside of the brat taming stuff. You would think that if you fucked him it would get him to shut the hell up but you’d be dead wrong. He just keeps yapping. Except now he’s begging for you to do all sorts of shit to him. “Slap me, pull my hair, touch me there, and there, and there.” sorts of stuff (real ones know that reference)

At least he’s vocal and lets you know what he likes and doesn’t like as you’re going, it’s actually really helpful and also sort of works like a rules game for you

“Harder, right there, not there, faster, slower, no not there”

And if you know him well enough you even know when he’s throwing a red herring “rule” at you

It’s not always rough hard though. He does like more soft and intimate stuff too. He’s a blushing mess the whole time whenever it is. He tries hiding his burning red face and you have to coax him out of it. It’s cute.

He is LOUD though. The whole damn house knows you two are having sex. Everyone’s cool about it but god damn at this rate Ben Hwa is subtly suggesting adding a gag to your sexcapades. Some of these dateables are trying to fucking sleep

At this point Hector’s moving to the furthest vent in the house just to get some peace and quiet (that’s a fucking lie his voyeur ass is so watching and wishing that it was him and we all know it)

So yeah if you can’t tell I am a firm believer in bottom!Parker <3

You get some really good sounds out of him though and they sound even cuter when he’s burying his face in the pillows and sheets

He’s not too picky about positions. He’s down to experiment. I wouldn’t say he’s super flexible but you could definitely bend and fold him into certain positions if it’s called for

The biting makes a come back and now with its additional companion, scratching!

If you’re doing missionary style or something like that where you’re face to face and he can bite something then he will. Usually your shoulders and neck. You can bite him too. You always could. Matter of fact it gets him going even more to feel you bite into him while you’re having at him

Same goes for scratching too. He will wrap his arms around your neck and or grip your shoulders, so naturally his nails end up scratching along your back

He blushes the morning after when the bites you left on each other show up as bruises and the mark of his nails are still visible on your back

Aftercare is a must to Parker. It’s part of the ‘game’ for him so you HAVE to do it. Regardless of who topped or bottomed. Like of course you do stuff to help him recover, but he’ll also make sure you’re okay too because he knows that topping can be as intense as bottoming. So don’t try and tell him you’re fine with not doing anything for yourself because he won’t have it

Like I said, Parker does all the talking for you, even if it’s through a Parker-shaped crater in the bed (Sorry Betty)

[moscnios]

Hi Zuko, how are you? I Just read you write poly, so may I ask a Benn + female reader + Shanks, nsfw please? Thank you

★ GUESS WHO! shanks + beckman ★

── pairing. shanks x f!reader x beckman.

── summary. shanks and beckman have the lovely idea of playing a fun little game of guess who in the bedroom. this time, with a blindfold.

── cw(s). nsfw. pwp. afab!reader. she/her pronouns used. sub!reader. oral. ( f receiving ) blindfold. overstimulation. piv. unprotected sex. mating press. manhandling. ( kinda sorta ) shanks calls the reader “gorgeous”, “pretty girl”, “beautiful”. beckman calls the reader “darlin”. not proofread. MINORS DNI.

── wc. 1.6k.

── notepad. i’ve been trying to write this for SO long it’s almost ridiculous. it went through so many changes until i FINALLY got the inspiration randomly in the middle of the night on a thursday🗿🗿im so sorry this took SO LONG. also further spreading my southerner beckman propaganda muahahaha

“all i’m saying is, i find it a bit unfair that i’m the only one that can’t see,” you muttered, as your fingertips tugged at the satin black blindfold covering your eyes. large, rugged hands gently wrapped themselves around your wrists, guiding your curious hands up to the pair of soft familiar lips of the greying gunslinger who was behind you.

though you could not see him, you focused on how gently and loving, beckman kissed your hands. just that quick almost forgetting there was another person here with you. another hand found your bare thighs, making you jolt and close your legs in surprise, goosebumps covered your skin.

your redheaded captain’s voice reached your ears, “because if you could see the game would be ruined.”

“what game? what did you talk beckman into?” you questioned, earning a light chuckle from the gunslinger behind you. he let your hands fall to your sides, kissing from your shoulder up to the base of your neck, as his hands moved to fiddle with the loose tie of your silk robe.

“i’ll have you know, for once this was his idea,” shanks clarified, prying your thighs part, catching a glimpse of your panties hidden underneath your robe. “we wanted to play a little game of guess who. we’ll ask you who’s pleasing you, and you will just have to guess. if you answer correctly, you get a reward. if you answer incorrectly…well…” he trailed off, as both he and beckman stopped touching you all together. you couldn’t hold the desperate whine that fell from your lips, your body fidgeting in between beckman’s thighs, where you sat on the edge of the king-sized bed you all shared, needed to feel them touch you again.

you didn’t even have to see them to know that both of your boyfriends were smirking down at you.

“because we love ya, we’ll start very easy.” beckman began, wrapping his strong arms back around your body and finally undoing your robe tie, opening to reveal your burning body underneath a matching set that left little to the imagination. his breath was hot against the shell of your ear, “is that okay with you, darlin?”

you eagerly nod your head at his words. you could hear your boyfriends lightly tsk, making you pout. you knew better than that.

shanks moved closer, taking your chin into his hand, guiding your pretty little head to where he was, “use your words, gorgeous.”

“yes, i want this. i want both of you,” you breathed out.

“much better, pretty girl,” he smiled, leaning crash his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss that he‘s been waiting to give you since he saw you walk out of the bathroom in this damn little robe that didn’t even cover your ass. just as fast as the kiss came, it was gone, as he pulled away from your lips with a laugh. it felt like a damn punishment, “now pretty girl, who was that?”

“you, shanks.”

“easy guess,” he teased. using the space between your legs, he carefully got onto his knees on the floor in front of him. if you could only see him.

beckman moved his rough hands up your hot skin, bringing his hand up your face, turning your face to him for a kiss. his kiss couldn’t be any more different than shanks. not hungry and rough, but passionate and soft. they must have mistaken you for dumb if they didn’t know you already could tell who is who by their kiss and the taste of their lips. it wasn’t hard to tell the difference between cheap beer and cigarette smoke and that sweet bourbon you got him for his birthday.

beckman spoiled you a little, giving you a longer kiss before eventually pulling away. he was always sweet on you. “and who was that?” he said, his lips practically ghosting on top of yours.

“you, beckman.”

“atta girl.”

“this is easy. i got this.”

this was easy, far too easy. you could do this with your eyes closed, well, blindfolded. you had known the both of them like the back of your hand. so just how bad could it get?

how bad could it possibly be, with your matching set discarded somewhere on the floor and your naked body sprawled on the bed and your shaking legs struggling to stay wide open, threatening to close around just whoever’s head was finger fucking and eating out your pussy like a starved man with no shame, making a mess of you. all while the other, alternated between sucking and kneading your tits and swallowing your moans into their mouth.

you couldn’t tell who was who, too dazed and fucked out from your previous orgasms for a name to spill from your swollen lips, as you take what is given to you.

he flicks his tongue over your puffy clit, before sucking roughly on your bundle of nerves, pumping his thick digits in and out of your pussy at an unforgiving pace. that band in the pit of your stomach was stretching thin, threatening to burst, for the second time tonight, maybe it was the third, you weren’t sure.

if ‘no touching’ weren’t one of the rules of the game, your fingers would be pulling at the hair of the bastard who was making you feel so fucking good. instead, you grip the sheets, as you reach your orgasm, thrashing against the hold of the other fucker who was holding you down.

“who just made you cum, sweetheart?”

coming down from your high, you had nearly forgotten about the game. you aren’t even sure whose voice you were listening to. you try to think real hard “…s-shanks?” your shaky voice whispered.

that ill-fated tsk coming from beside you, “wrong again. what happened to that confidence from earlier? i thought you had this,” shanks teased. he helped sit you up, leaning your back against his bare chest, as he used the headboard to support himself. he rested his chin on the top of your head. “poor beck, working so hard to pleasure you and you still guessed wrong. i think you should make it up to him, don’t you think so too?”

“yes! i want to! please…let me make it up to him.”

“look at that, where did this eagerness come from?” it was beckman’s turn to tease you. this was a side of him you had yet to see, a side you were enjoying.

as you try to catch your breath, you don’t even hear the whisper exchange between your boyfriends. you can only make out shanks giggling under his breath and beckman removing himself from your legs and the bed altogether. the redhead massaged gentle circles in the small of your back.

oh, how you yearned to see them, even for just a second. finally, you heard beckman rid himself of his pants, freeing his cock from its restraint and you felt the bed dip again.

beckman’s rough hands grip your hips, pulling you almost out of shanks’s lap, leaving your head resting on his thigh. he laid you on your back. before you could even spread your legs, he forces them up, pressing your knees up to your chest further than you even knew they could go before stuffing your sopping, greedy cunt full with his cock inch by inch. as he bottoms out, he lets out a low groan of “fuck”.

“oh baby, he just slid right in, fuck,” shanks breathed out, letting his fingers graze the side of your face as he hovered over you, admiring your fucked out expressions and pretty mewls as if they were the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

beckman began to move, his slow thrusts gradually picked up speed, as he found a rough pace, drilling you into the mattress. shanks was hard as a rock watching as he pitched in a strong hand to help keep one of your quivering legs up to your chest. the way your pussy swallows beckman’s cock over and over again, leaving a thick creamy white ring at the base. the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, each one greater than the last one, leaving you babbling incoherently. it's

“that’s it, beautiful. you’re taking him so well,” shanks praised, making your pussy flutter around beckman’s cock. the gunslinger let out a low grunt, before grinning, “oh, she loved that.”

to hell with not touching. one of your arms was wrapped around beckman’s neck, as was intertwined with shanks’ hand as you reached your high, giving them your third orgasm of the night. or was it the fourth? “that’s it, let go, gorgeous.”

beckman followed behind you, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum. he slowly slid out of you, gently bringing your legs back down to the mattress, not before making sure to plant sweet kisses on your bruised thighs and ankles from where he held a bit too tight.

still lost in your pleasure, you hadn’t even processed that they had traded places, beckman was once again behind you while shanks had settled himself in between your legs. beckman removed your blindfold, allowing you to finally see.

shanks surprises you with the first stride up your folds, causing you to shutter in overstimulation. “too much,” you stutter, hazily watching as the redhead cleaned you up with his tongue, humming in delight against your leaking cunt. for only a moment you swear you could feel him smirk against you.

“how honey, we’re just getting started. besides you still have to make up for all of your wrong guesses.”

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[sylvaridreams]

Inhales. You know what gets me when I think about Heart of Thorns. The anti-sylvari sentiment in-universe was SO real for a while there. During the period of time where the whole world of Tyria learned the secret that Wynne had died to protect, that sylvari came from the jungle dragon, that they were made to serve it. Everyone turned on them. Friends, lovers, commanding officers, it didn't matter anymore. They COULD turn mordrem at any time, so you had to assume that they would. You couldn't trust something that belonged to a dragon. Even Laranthir (of the Wild) right after the crash, being held captive by his own people, waiting for him to go feral and tear their throats out. The sylvari Commander was granted a little wiggle room, a little space to walk around freely, but it's all very conditional. Prove you're a good one, that you won't fall to the dragon. There's the event in Verdant Brink where they round up all the sylvari in a camp and ask you to interrogate them, to break them down until they confess to being mordrem. And inevitably a few of them are hiding among the camp, but an equal number of sylvari run from you in fear, more afraid of you and the Pact than the certain death of the jungle beyond. The other innocents that stay don't have a choice. It's keep your head down and don't say anything or be killed, one way or another, while the Commander that you've worked under for the past couple of years interrogates a crying novice, asking if they've heard a voice. And who hasn't heard the voice at that point? The Commander admits to hearing it too. Canach likens it to a buzzing fly. Irritating. Nothing more. Strong willed sylvari don't stumble when Mordremoth speaks. But even that's not true; maybe not everyone's played Heart of Thorns on a sylvari Commander, but the closer you get to the dragon, you start to falter, to black out and lose time. In its domain you actually do fall to it. Briefly. Just for a while, you forget who you are and what you're doing there, and mordrem start giving you killing orders. And you snap out of it and never tell anyone, never. They can't know how close you got.

But what GETS ME is that after the dragon is dead, no one talks about it. It all returns to normal. Like the tension was never there in the first place. I'm sure there might be some loaded quips about sylvari in Living World Season 3 right after, but the next time I actually can recall it coming up is in Path of Fire. Right as you get into Desert Highlands; Canach says something about "I always knew this whole human/gods arrangement wouldn't work out" and Kasmeer shoots back "This coming from someone with a DRAGON in their family tree." And that's that. No one actually really discusses it in-game. They all moved on and don't care if you're a dragon minion or not.

Which. Augh. WHAT!!!!! NO ONE CARES? I'm sure it's a better end-user experience than if everyone you encountered as a sylvari player was like "OOOOOH I DON'T TRUST YOUR TYPE... YOU WRETCHED DRAGON PLANT FOLK" but narratively it's a little boring. At least in the sense that it doesn't feel finished. There should still be tons of anti-sylvari sentiment in Tyria and propaganda spread to force them out of parts of society and stupid hoops to jump through to be considered safe. Just as I think that sylvari should still hold anti-asura sentiment--you're telling me their small second generation had a huge group taken away and tortured to death and there's no ingrained fear of it happening again? I want my sylvari commander to have met Gorrik in LWS4 and been like haha. uh. 😥 (do I really have to work with this guy. An inquest...) (and EVENTUALLY come to like and trust him!) instead of the game plowing over it like oh yeah don't worry about it n_n the facility exploded and all so he doesn't work there now don't worry n_n NO I'M WORRIED!-- again I'm sure that the smoothing over of Everything is a better end-user experience. rather than everyone you meet being rude to you or vice versa. However----💥 (I am killed by a sniper from a long distance so that I stop talking before I begin delving into the prejudices that are already baked into the narrative)

[piroulinewafers]

HELLO KPOP AND LADS ENJOYER!! i loveeeeee love your work :) i was wondering if i could request a prompt where reader is a huge kpop fan and how you think caleb would react to it? (i kinda imagine him to be a little jealous) thank you!!!!! :)

𝐚/𝐧: admittedly i used this to spread my kim taerae propaganda. i hope zb1 come to my city on their upcoming international tour... i do imagine caleb is most definitely the jealous type, even if he insists that he's not. he very much wants to be the most important person in his partner's life. even though he knows it's just a little hobby, i imagine he'd get huffy about it, if only to get their attention, what a loser. i started writing another request yesterday evening but then i fell asleep ;;

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x reader 𝐜𝐰: none. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

caleb wasn’t usually the jealous type. or at the very least, he liked to tell himself he wasn’t.

but when he came home to find his partner curled up on the couch with the lights dimmed, phone propped up on the pillow, and their eyes practically sparkling at the screen, something hot and sour stirred in his chest.

of course, he trusted them fullheartedly, but even then, seeing them have that look— his look— directed at anyone but himself irritated him.

there he was, sweaty and exhausted from a long day of modules and training, and they hadn’t even noticed he’d walked in. 

“whatcha watchin’?” he asked, voice casual but with a pointed edge to it as he stepped further into the room. 

they blinked, startled, then immediately brightened. “caleb! you’re back— look! taerae’s part is coming up, you gotta hear this, it’s so good—“ they angled the phone toward him, eyes gleaming with excitement. 

caleb leaned over, arms crossed, squinting at the screen. some pretty boy with dyed hair and a pastel sweater was singing with heart-melting sincerity, voice smooth and sweet. caleb barely heard the lyrics, far too busy watching his lover’s face— how they were beaming, swaying just a little to the beat, completely and utterly starstruck.

“…who?”

“kim taerae,” they said, matter of factly, as if though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “of zerobaseone. he’s, like, the sweetest. his voice is so angelic… oh, and he’s so thoughtful and plays the guitar and—“ 

“you got a crush on this guy or somethin’?”

they blinked, a bit taken aback by his sudden question before a laugh spilled past their lips. “no! i just— he’s talented. i admire him!”

caleb raised a brow, but didn’t say anything. he sat down beside them, spreading his legs slightly as he got comfortable. 

caleb huffed. “you sure do talk about him a lot.”

they hesitated for a beat, before offering a sheepish smile. “i mean… i do have a photo card collection.”

“a what?”

“a photocard collection. of taerae.”

caleb stared. “you’ve got… pictures of the guy? like, a lot?”

they nodded, unbothered. “yeah, they’re cute.”

he didn’t say anything right away, his face didn’t change much either, but there was a quiet furrow in his brow. the kind that meant his mind was running a little faster than his words. he didn’t want to feel weird about it. he really didn’t. but knowing there was a box or binder somewhere in their room filled with pictures of some guy that wasn’t him—

it stirred something a little sour and bitter.

“i’m not judgin’,” he said finally, voice a little low. “you callin’ someone sweet and thoughtful and collectin’ this guy’s face like trading cards… i’m not judgin’.” 

“i didn’t realize i was sharin’ you with an idol.”

that made them pause. they turned to look at him fully, their smile softening into something amused and warm. “are you… jealous, caleb?”

caleb glanced away, frowning as he crossed his arms over his chest. “i’m not jealous of some guy who you’ve never even properly met. that’d be stupid.”

“you totally are.” they were grinning now, moving closer to nudge his side. “it’s okay, you’re cute when you sulk.”

“i don’t sulk.” 

“you do. you’re doing it right now.”

caleb hugged, but he didn’t move away as they leaned against him, their head resting gently on his shoulder. their voice was quieter now. “taerae’s cool. but he’s not you.”

he blinked, looking down at them. “yeah?”

they nodded, wrapping their arms around his. “of course.”

caleb’s expression softened just slightly. “does he have any pictures of you?”

“what?”

“you have pictures of him,” he said, a little quieter now. “but does he have any of you?” 

they paused, then smiled, slow and sure as a laugh bubbled past their lips. “nope, only one man gets those.”

caleb looked down at them, like he was trying not to let that line knock the breath out of him. “damn right,” he muttered. 

they paused, then smiled once more— warm and gentle as spring sunlight as they interlocked their fingers with caleb’s hand. “no idol, no photo card, no one on a glowing stage could ever take your place, caleb.”

he looked over at them, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders eased. his eyes, always steady and strong, turned soft with something deeper— something vulnerable. almost.

“you’re the one who waits up for me. who makes me snacks when i forget to eat, who kisses my forehead when i’m too tired to move. you’re the one i dance around the kitchen with. i love my little hobby, but you are my home.” 

caleb was quiet for a long second, his thumb rubbing absent circles along the back of their hand. then he leaned over and kissed their temple, slow and lingering. “god, i love you.”

they grinned against his shoulder. “just making sure you know.”

“i do,” he said, gently nudging their forehead with his. “but keep remindin’ me anyway.”

as they curled together on the couch— caleb resting his cheek atop their head while his lover scrolled through their phone happily, showing him more videos and explaining things he admittedly didn’t quite understand— they both knew exactly where their hearts belonged.

 right here. with each other.

[yuri-is-online]

Whenever one of my friends gets mad or upset, which is a lot, he goes to his girlfriend, picks her up, and literally just carries her around like a five year old carries around a teddy bear (they got that wattpad height difference so its pretty easy ig), it looks kinda goofy but its cute, so imagine Jade doing that when he's overwhelmed and he sees his little shrimp in the hallway.

Just picture Yuu have a completely normal conversation with Ace and Deuce (grim is stuck in the vending machine somewhere), and then they hear a door slam and footsteps approaching and Yuu just holds their arms out, still talking, and then Jade, who's supposed to be the "normal" one just comes up and straight up steels Yuu away, probably to Ramshakle (he needs cuddles and home cooked food), and Yuus like "sorry can't talk rn something just came up ^w^/♡" like this is all completely normal

Anyways I think Jade would simply cease giving a fuck about PDA the second he gets into a relationship and I'm spreading that propaganda 🤞💗

(╥﹏╥)

It's not so much that Jade ah does not give a fuck about PDA you understand, he gives many many fucks. He wants everyone to know you and he are off the market because you are together forever kiss those other numbers goodbye because you are IT. But he does like to be a tease about it; guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, kissing you quickly on the cheek or the back of the hand, I think he really likes squishing his nose against yours and rubbing them together (idk my family always called those ugamuggas like from Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood) anything to get a brief bit of physical contact and make you smell like him.

When he's having a bad day though yeah, that's when he just carries you back to Ramshackle, or maybe the woods behind it, so he can breathe in your scent and just hold you. It's significantly less dignified than his usual persona so he only ever really goes to retrieve you himself when he's having a super bad day, he prides himself on having enough self control to just text usually but some days you just need a break.

Also wtf do you mean Grim is stuck in a vending machine someone get him out of there that's not safe-

[cxyotl]

fuck you (turns your outlaws into bunny rabbits)

rdr watership down au…. but kierabeth specifically bc i love them. more about them in this au under cut bc um. i want to talk about it.

-first off. i’ll definitely go into depth about this au in a different post. but rn i want to talk about kierabeth.

-also rather than be european rabbits they are american species!!! mary-beth is a mountain cottaintail and kieran is a desert cottontail. he looks a bit like a hare but hes a rabbit i swear.

-im not 100% sure on mary-beth’s lapine name……. honestly marli looked kinda like mary and it means “doe” as in like. rabbit doe which is kinda cute for her. but at the same time idk. idkkkk. but kieran WILL be called burdock this much i am sure of. if any watership down girlies have thoughts on this lmk.

-pretty much everything is the same as it was in rdr2 but like. they are rabbits. the gangs are different warrens. burdock/kieran is still a hostage at first. the difference is that theres not really any horses? or chores? to take care of? so instead they’re both technically like. outskirters. although i will say the van der lindes have less of a divide in ranks than other warrens do. burdock/kieran still gets bullied relentlessly but its not because hes an outskirter.

-burdock/kieran was in colm/embleer-rah’s owsla. o’driscoll warren is kinda like efrafa in that it has an owsla and smthn like an owslafa. kieran wasnt in the owslafa, but he was in the higher ranks. spreading my “kieran was a higher ranking o’driscoll than he lets on” propaganda.

-marlithlay/mary-beth is the van der linde warren storyteller!! other members of the warren can recount stories, too, but she alone is the one entrusted to keep ALL the stories. arthur (i dont have a lapine name for arthur yet ok. it might end up being antler or smthn idk.) also keeps the stories of the warren, but he doesnt recount the stories like she does.

-like in canon, everyone knows they’re in love but they still hide it and nothing comes from their love. partly bc neither one wants to confess first bc thats scary. and then its too late.

-burdock/kieran is fucking HUGE for a rabbit. and mean looking. both reasons why he was in the o’driscoll owsla. hes slightly bigger than arthur, but hes skinnier so hes not quite as intimidating. and hes a sloucher. ignore the little sketch of them in the pic below i couldnt quite get her size right shes NOT as big as him.

^ a few extra simplified bnuuy kierabeth doodles….. as a treat

[dragonnarrative-writes]

It’s been a very interesting couple of weeks, to say the least, so I wanted to take a minute to talk about

PROPAGANDA

You are not immune to propaganda. [Insert Garfield Meme Here]

I know you know. And that’s why I’m writing this. You know that you’re not immune to propaganda, and you’re going to “fall for it” anyways. And I say “fall for it,” in quotes, because it’s not a matter of mental fortitude. It’s because we’re human. Propaganda isn’t just about what Capital-T They want you to believe, it’s also about what you believe. And it’s about what you don’t know that you believe.

The definition of propaganda (from Merriam-Webster) is threefold. First, it is “a congregation of the Roman curia having jurisdiction over missionary territories and related institutions. Second, it is “the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person.” And third, it is defined as “ideas, facts, or allegations spread deliberately to further one's cause or to damage an opposing cause; also : a public action having such an effect.”

Of these three, which is the most important right now?

If you answered that question with any of the three definitions, guess what? You just engaged with propaganda! The idea that one of them is the “most important” is just that, an idea. It’s not objective fact, because an argument could be made for any of them.

From the way I worded that question, a person could reasonably believe that I believe that one of those definitions isn’t as important as the others. You could also reasonably believe that I see myself as an authority on the subject, since I’ve asked the question (and I’m writing an entire essay! Surely I must know something!). Hopefully, you’re reading this with a grain of salt, since it’s a tumblr post, and you don’t really know that much about me in the grand scheme of things. But you’ve also given the post enough time and energy to click a read more (placed after the question but before the answer, no less!) and read up to this point, so a part of you has decided this is worth your time.

Look at all of those things you might believe! And I’m counting on all of those assumptions to help me make my point and support my cause - making you aware of what propaganda really is, and inviting you to challenge how it’s made you think.

Only one of those definitions, the first one, has an association with a set political agenda. That’s important to know, because propaganda isn’t Telling People What To Believe. It’s not only the things you think of as blatantly untrue. Yes, it can be used to reinforce negative stereotypes and prop up imperialist goals. But it’s not (just) a Comically Evil Government plastering wanted posters on the wall to demonize a hero. It’s more than blatantly anti-black rhetoric. It goes beyond islamophobic dog-whistles and pro-war twitter posts.

It’s the expert on a podcast persuading you to think about their field in ways you never had before. It’s TED talks and their calls to action. It’s comedians inviting you to laugh at people who are different or people who are just like you. It’s music that pushes you to challenge the status quo. It's children's media "punishing" "bad" people. It’s fanfiction that invites you to ignore the world for just a little bit. It’s about how you think. It’s about how ideas spread from community to community and person to person. It’s about who you trust and why, and it’s about how you trust them.

Humans are social creatures. We connect with and rely on other people, and we form groups based on our values, interests, and beliefs. We have to trust each other to build a sense of safety and security. And that means that, as we move through the world, we build our beliefs based on our own understanding in connection with the views of the people around us. Propaganda lives in this space, because no idea is formed in a vacuum. And right now, we have to remind ourselves that the communities we love can be fallible and imperfect, and that’s okay.

(Resist perfectionism!)

There are a lot of ways to build trust with each other that is based in positively assessing our values and checking our sources. Communities thrive by assuming positive regard while holding ourselves and each other accountable at the same time. I can write another essay about that, some time, if anyone is interested. But the real reason I’m writing this comes from this post, specifically this part:

“…the point of a lot of propaganda is not actually to convince you of anything, but to bore you into submission by basically filling up your brain to the point where nothing else can take up that space."

Even now - especially now - we have to be aware of what we see and experience as Inevitable.

I was watching my boyfriend play Mass Effect: Andromeda the other day, and I remember saying out loud, “To find the objective, you always have to find enemies to kill.” And I had to pause. Because yeah, in a lot of games right now, you do tend to find the objective behind enemies you have to kill. But just because that’s the current way that Triple-A devs make video games doesn’t mean that’s how it has to be. But it’s what I expect as a player, and if I was a game developer, it might be what I expect to make. But there are also so many games based on not fighting.

Cycles are, partially, about what we believe to be certain, normal, and unchanging. And since the United States has been waging wars of various temperatures and forms for basically it’s entire existence, a lot of us see this upcoming and current cycle of violence as inescapable. Unchangeable. Hopeless. In the face of the great machine of of capitalism, war profiteering, and white-supremacy, it’s easy to feel like nothing we do matters.

THAT’S THE PROPAGANDA TALKING.

The only way for us to have a better world is to imagine it, to believe in it. We have to see ourselves, each other, and our various communities as capable of being better. We have to see ourselves as worthy of trying to be better, even without being perfect. We have to be kind to the people who approach us with kindness, and kind enough to ourselves not to engage with people who don’t give us the same energy. We have to see ourselves as brave enough to stand up for what’s right, even when we’re not sure that we ever will be. Your voice is important, but for it to make the difference you want it to, you have to believe and act like it matters.

I can’t tell you how. But a good place to start is asking yourself “why not me?”

As a fanfiction writer and tumblrite, I feel so nervous writing this. Who the fuck am I? Why would anyone listen to me? But then again, why not me? I’m posting this in the hopes that a single person will read it and realize that there’s an assumption in their life that they can challenge. If a single person reads this and thinks “Maybe things aren’t as hopeless as I’ve been led to believe,” then what I have to say is significant. I don’t have to write the most comprehensive and perfect analysis in the world. I just have to believe it enough to write it.

[moodymisty]

M-more Horus stuff? Fluff or smut? I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel for more Horus related content crumbs.

Author’s note: Using your request to spread sugar daddy Horus propaganda, sorry.

Relationships: Horus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, I was like this close to putting daddy kink in this you all better be fucking glad I held back and go full cringe, Fingering, Clothed sex

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the same thing twice.”

Fulgrim’s sonorous voice surprises you, turning around to see him standing not far behind you with his arms crossed and cape flowing gently behind him. This is only the third or fourth time you've even seen him, but before you have a chance to politely greet him, he continues speaking.

“Horus likes to spoil his little Luna Wolf princess, doesn’t he?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and instead just shirk a bit under Fulgrim's gaze, but you know he's not exactly wrong. You shuffle a bit in your shoes in front of the primarch and attempt to say something that won't insult Horus, nor insult Fulgrim's prodding. You know from Horus himself that the primarch is often quite guilty of doing so, if only of entertainment's sake.

“Perhaps he does get a bit overzealous at times. He does it to make up for how long he’s absent, I think.” Fulgrim gives a sweet but knowing smirk.

“How cute. I’m almost jealous.”

It's hard to tell if the primarch is being demeaning towards Horus, or if he finds the Horus' behavior towards his- as Fulgrim put it - Luna Wolf princess genuinely endearing or at least amusing. Though you don't quite figure it out, as the primarch departs with a curt but friendly enough goodbye, and lets you continue walking to Horus’ private study in silence.

Once you reach it and pass a few Luna Wolves along the way, you reach the ones guarding the door to his innermost study and stop. They tilt their heads downward ever so slightly to look at you, and you nearly stutter from the feeling of being their main focus for a moment.

“Am I allowed in to see him?”

You always speak to his men politely, as often times more casual speech tends to confuse Astartes. Jokes and slang can often turn into entire explanations or accidental offenses, if you aren't careful.

“You’re allowed in any room of Lord Horus’ wing unless he specifically states you’re not, my lady.” You nod and walk past them, the door closing shut behind you just as you catch sight of your primarch.

“Horus?”

At his massive writing desk Horus turns to face you, face perking to a smile as he beckons you closer with a hand. Once you are, he can easily pick you up and sit you on the desk to be at level with him, though when he stands, the height difference is one again drastic; Though not as much as if you were on your own feet.

Despite your shining, smiling face at seeing him again Horus can tell something is a bit off with you, and calls it out moments after stealing a small kiss from your lips.

"Is something wrong?" He says, face soft but a bit sterner than it was in preparation for if this issue is something he has to fix.

“Oh, I saw Lord Fulgrim. He seems to have noticed just how many dresses you’ve given me…” You leave out the myriad of other things he's given you- jewelry, perfumes and other delicate goods - and Horus rolls his eyes.

“Don’t worry about him. He has no right to talk about such a thing. I’m sure he’s gathered more than enough opulence to make us all pale in comparison. He’s just throwing stones and enjoys the gossip.” Horus’ hands rest on your waist, though he shifts them occasionally to brush up and down your sides. He doesn't have to do so much, as his hands are already large enough to cover a good portion of your midsection.

“I don’t want to you want for even a single thing. It’s the least I can do for the love you give me.” Horus gives a slightly more mischievous and darker smile, as his thumbs brush over your ribs.

“And, is it so wrong for a man to want to see his beloved draped in all the things he can gift her?”

You can't help but heat up under his gaze, feeling his hands pull away from you only to land on your knees and drift upward. He's taking the fabric of your dress up with him, his eyes watching you intently. He always manages to pin you under his stare with so little effort.

"You look so beautiful, I can't help it."

His hands reach the tops of your thighs, pushing your dress over your hips and revealing your underwear. He pulls the middle to the side with ease, and dares to chuckle at the sigh you let out as his fingers brush over your cunt. He kisses the top of your head.

“My men will be here in a few minutes and I must leave. Let me give you something to think about until I return.”

His fingers slip between your folds and press firmly against you, causing you to let out a soft noise as he toys with you. He can feel you getting wetter and wetter as his fingers circle your clit and you bite the inside of your cheek, before leaning forward as you feel his middle finger prod at your entrance. Your hands grip the loose fabric he's wearing for the gentle chill of Terra, wrinkling underneath your tiny fingers.

He slowly but firmly pushes his way inside of you and listens, feeling you writhe underneath him as he fills you. You can feel him curl his finger inside of you, teasing the most sensitive parts hidden deep.

“Horus…” You mumble, feeling his other hand grip your thigh and pull on it to spread you legs apart again after you'd attempted to close them. He holds it gently, but firm to offer no escape.

“We should hurry, little one.”

Your hands pull on his clothing, attempting to hold on as he looms partly over you. He’s watching his hand between your legs the entire time, listening to the sounds that even quiet still make him warm as he begins slips a second finger inside of you. You legs flex against him trying to move, feeling that momentary stretch before it becomes that full feeling you're oh so used to. You're leaking all over his hand, slick and shining same as your upper thighs and the tabletop beneath you. He feels his cock twitch in his trousers as your hips push towards him, desperate for more of anything he'll give you.

He wishes he had more time. He knows now he’ll be frustrated and on edge for awhile until his desire fades long enough that he can forget about it, until he returns. Once he does, he can selfishly indulge in you until you have nothing left to give, and lay tired in his bed adorned only the most beautiful things he can gift you.

Large fingers curling inside of you, filling you close to but not quite as much as his cock would, had he the time.

“Lord Horus? The Vengeful Spirit is ready to depart.”

The primarch doesn’t remove his eyes from the way his hand stays firmly between your thighs, fingers and palm slick. He responds to his men outside the door without missing a beat, or seeming even the slightest bit distracted as his fingers thrust in and out of you. You muffle your voice on his chest, panting as your warm forehead leans against him.

“I will be there in a moment. Go on ahead and board.”

His sons are quiet for a moment you notice, before responding and leaving. You can barely hear it through the sound of your heart in your ears as Horus leans down to speak; Hot breath against the shell of your ear.

They can all wait a bit longer. I won’t leave you wanting, not yet.”

You’re sure he can feel the heat on your face, radiating off your skin as your hips push towards him. You know he can smell you as well, the sweet saccharine scent of your body begging for him. Your cunt tightens around him as he thrusts his fingers into you just that little bit rougher, faster, trying to pull your orgasm from you.

He can barely feel the death grip you have on his clothes, but the way your small hands grip the fabric he finds adorable. You're so unbelievably small in comparison to him, it always stirs something in him when it's particularly obvious.

The latest time was when he'd offered you his cloak during a cold chill, and the way the thick fabric had swallowed your form while you watched his Luna Wolves train had you underneath him getting your tiny cunt abused in his quarters mere hours later.

The wet sounds he pulls from you echo in the massive room as he forces his fingers as deep as they can inside of you, burying to the figurative hilt. It makes your toes curl in your shoes, and jaw shake from how tight it is. You're so close, your stomach is in knots as you desperately dance along that edge.

Your hands leave his clothing to grip his wrist, pulling on it until his palm begins brushing against your clit. It isn’t long until you’re cumming on his hand, thighs trying fruitlessly to crush it as you cry out. Horus merely chuckles, as if your sensitivity and want is amusing to him.

“Good girl, finally.”

Your lips slightly part as you try to catch your breath, only letting out a groan at the overstimulated jolt as he pulls his fingers from you and casts you in that empty, sore ache.

Wiping his hand on the fabric of his trousers he leans close to you and steals a kiss from your lips, feeling your flushed skin on his. When he pulls away he has a smile, but you can see the darkened lust in his eyes; He's so close to you that when he shifts, you can feel his cock brush against your knee through his trousers.

“I will return soon, my love. I promise. Be ready for me then.”

[gallusgalluss]

please unleash your inspekta thoughts

your art is amazing i cant stop looking at it

i hope you have a happy new year!!

end of jan edit: when i wrote this i only really played through the game once :V after playing the game a few more times some of my thoughts n analysis parts of this have changed a lot. not gonna go in an change it all cause I Dont Have The Time. but just a heads up ig 👍 inspekta is still the evil worm that lives in my brain at all times

happy new year anon n thank you :]!!!!

also ur so evil ur letting me unleash my Inspekta thoughts,,,,how cruel how cruel

im going full yapper mode + there's spoilers so Watch Out

I like Inspekta, he's a little freak and a really interesting character to think about. While, for me, the twist with him wasn't totally a surprise (I did Not trust his cuteness the second i saw him lmao), I REALLY liked the way his character progressed throughout the game. He's your buddy! He's your pal! Don't worry about all these posters and weird plushies and standees and propaganda of him everywhere and how he keeps being called “the one and only god”, it's Fine it's Fine! He's sillay :D!!!

I'm generally just obsessed with characters who are put into leadership positions who absolutely Should Not have that amount of power over people, and I think Inspekta's a perfect example of that type of thing for me.

He had his own fears, loneliness, and jealousy cloud his judgment and that resulted in some Really Fucked Up Stuff. As a mortal he wanted to be special in the eyes of the public, so he gained enough popularity to get elected to be a god! Yay! But now he's scared of being forgotten and there's a new possible god being elected, wuh oh! Time to ruin Literally Everything because what's the easiest way to be remembered, worshiped, and loved by all if there's no more competition for your rule? Empty heavens, baby!!! Let's bring in an apocalypse!!! Yay!!!!!

Bro's fucked up and I like that.

I love how despite it all he still tries this whole Cute Buddy Friend act, even at the end with this Worm Form. Cause he KNOWS the other gods would trust and believe him and the lies he's spread about King's shocking letters, cause why wouldn't they? He's just a silly lil cutie pie! They all trust him! He's the God of Leadership! How could a Leader lead others astray? And he knows the Bizzyboys will follow him as well since he's been leading them pre-godhood for several years. He's a role model to them all, starting from nothing and now he's a god! He's just so trustworthy and sweet and will totally save the day!

Also I just wanted to include this somewhere. I really like this section (after Chapter 3, I think???)

He has this brief moment of vulnerability/sincerity/something that made him drop his “Cutesy Voice”. Like aside from this scene, near the end of chapter 5, and i Think a few parts i'm 100% forgetting, I don't think we actually see this more contemplative n genuine side of Inspekta.

He does instantly goes into gloating about himself and how he's Clearly the MOST IMPORTANT GOD OF ALL (before correcting himself to include the other gods, of course, of course).

Like if he didn't have that Ego-the-size-of-the-galaxy + Saddest Scaredest Loneliest Most Jealous Withdrawn Loser combo, all he had to do was to just Talk To People. He could've Talked to people about his Fears and Insecurities. Even the other gods; after all he's done, were still there for him! Like “Hey dude this is fucked up, we all already love you dummy, you can talk to us ya know you're allowed to feel scared!”

He's just the cutest most moe creature with soooo many issues and problems he needed to figure out.

NOW WITH HECTOR

Most of my Inspekta Thoughts can just be applied to him but slightly modified. I think it's interesting how he chose to go back to being a regular person, it makes sense cause he's like Aware of the amount of damage he's done/could've done. While he certainly won't be forgotten after Everything he's done, he isn't going to be as Grand and Powerful as he wished to be.

He's just a guy in his 50s who's trying to get over his God Complex of 33 years and also attempt to gain back the trust and respect of the Grove’s people. He's definitely going to be bearing the weight of what he's done for the rest of his life probably, but it IS interesting thinking about what he'd do to actually improve himself now, learn how to be a person again n such.

He’s also a sad miserable booboo beast of a man and i think him suffering in anguish is awesome!!!!!!! yay!!!!

This turned into more a character analysis of some sorts instead of solely my own personal thoughts, whoops. Anyways i think his designs, all 3 of em are really fun to draw. He's cute n stretchy and marketable, as all gods should be.

so ya basically inspekta/hector sucks, i hate him, and we should kill him with hammers. now. thank you 💖💖💖

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

what's your dissertation about? you mentioned it in the siltcord and i'm really interested

oh my god hey I'm so happy you're interested! broad strokes because I've only been working on it for a few weeks but: the current theme is 'resistant landscapes' (both man-made and natural) in the later writing of Shirley Jackson!

Essentially, my main thread is that Jackson had two parallel strands to her work, which as far as I can tell began kind of interrelated but then diverged quite significantly? She's probably best known now for The Haunting of Hill House and to a lesser extent We Have Always Lived In The Castle, which are these. weird surreal psychological horror novels, engaging explicitly or implicitly with the supernatural, and centred around introspective, strange and sometimes deeply misanthropic female characters from isolated social units with dysfunctional, possessive relationships to each other.

Aaaaand then on the other hand she was known for being a 'happy housewife' who wrote these whimsical, quasi-autobiographical stories about all her children and how hopeless her husband was. These were popular too. Betty Friedan called her out in landmark 1963 feminist manifesto The Feminine Mystique for essentially spreading patriarchal propaganda.

The interrelation between the two is really jarring, because in one family is a source of horror and tragedy and in the other it's a source of, like... laundry. And Jackson's home life wasn't everything those stories made it out to be-- her marriage was unfaithful, her mother could probably be fairly called emotionally abusive, and as I talked about on the siltcord, she developed severe agoraphobia which often left her housebound.

So, yeah. My plan is to explore the depiction of families as constructed social units in dialogue with the environments they are constructed in in that work. Obviously a lot of that is relation of house to family, in the context of which Hill House is especially rewarding to consider, but I also want to look at relationships with nature and urban environments (especially in the context of settler colonialism and how that has had an enduring legacy in Jackson's particular part of New England), xenophobia (largely in regard to class, though racism and anti-Semitism are presences in her writing), domesticity and the idea of the housewife, and how horror relates to All Of This. The ideal of making a home within a hostile environment and of that environment turning on you, essentially.

I don't yet have particular areas of focus within that broad umbrella, but I might update with bits and pieces about it as I work? I don't really talk about academic stuff on here but I am very much Critical Literary Analysis Guy and I do also post relentlessly about haunted houses as a concept so if people would be interested in it maybe I will

anyway if you've read this far I recommend Horror in Architecture: The Reanimated Edition (2024) by Joshua Comaroff and Ong Ker-Shing which is a book about how horror movie tropes can be mirrored in built environments! I'm reading it right now and it's conceptually fascinating plus fairlyyy comprehensible by academic standards (if a little dense) if you, like me, are a Fool who knows nothing of architecture. very good also for getting to look at pictures of some of the most Fucked Up Buildings (affectionate) you've ever seen.

[numberonetacostan]

i see you doing asks about headcanons soooo do you have any about apple?

(can i perhaps... also spread my dpd apple agender here...)

Hi there!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in your request!! :] Feel free to spread your propaganda!

Apple is not very strong!! It's mentioned in canon (albeit mostly by Knife), that Marsh is relatively weak, but I think Apple would be too! She's an apple, yeah? She bruises very easily. Sure, she can probably lift more weight than Marsh can if it came down to it, but she also gets hurt much easier. As well, I very much doubt she could read any sort of warning side, so she probably ends up in danger more than Marsh does.

Originally, Apple and Marsh had separate bedrooms in the mansion. This lasted about a week, since Apple kept coming into Marsh's room in the middle of the night because she was scared and lonely and could she sleep in Marsh's room just this one time? Bow ended up just possessing Apple's bed to float it into Marsh's room. It takes another week before the beds are pushed together so Apple can make sure Marsh is still there even in the dark.

I like to think Apple likes to play outside :) Or just be outside, in general. Most of the contestants are happy to never sleep outdoors again once they experience the joys of sleeping in the hotel, but Apple enjoys having a nice little camping trip! Fresh air, fireflies (if those live on inanimate island), soft grass, they all make her very happy! Not worms, though, she is afraid of worms.

Even once everyone has regrouped post s2 finale, Apple is still confused about what happened with Taco. She continues to not get that it's the same taco from most of season 1, not a completely separate taco that Mephone also made. Marsh tries explaining it, Bow tries explaining it, Taco tries explaining it, nothing works. Eventually, when Pickle is very much not around, Taco pulls her arms in and goes back to her silly little act and shouts 'Sour Cream!' for a moment just to try and show Apple that she's the same person. Unfortunately Apple has not learned object permanence /hj so this still does not work, and just confuses her more.

I think Knife and Apple could actually have some pretty enjoyable conversations, since he's trapped in the mansion for the foreseeable future and all. Particularly concerning topics like Dora dolls and pony toys, yeah? Apple would be a pretty easy person to talk to about that sort of thing anyway, since not only would she often start the conversation, but she also has no concept of why Knife liking his stuffed animals would be odd or looked down upon in any sense.