#and i am literally just trying to write and draw things for my eyes only! and yET!

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x3) in Tomarrymort (1 – 20 June 2025)

There was so much to read over the last few weeks that I fell a little behind on updating this! (You'll see why below...) Very sorry for the delay. Note that this post only goes through 20th of June, and I should have another one in a week or so that will cover through today. 

First up, so many wonderful and breathtakingly gorgeous fics finished in the last few weeks. (Specifically: That's 458k of completed Tomarry fic to add to your reading list, from just the last 3 weeks alone!) I've added a bit below on why I’d recommend reading all five of these if you can! 🤍

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Tomarrymort Completed Must Reads 

⭐ soulstice by @marvohlou (E, 90k, complete)

In which Tom Riddle finds himself increasingly afflicted by a most inconvenient obsession: Harry Evans.

Why you should read it: One of the most breathtaking pieces of writing I’ve read in this ship, as Tom descends into a maddening, beautiful obsession with a time-traveling Harry.

⭐ Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (E, 163k, complete)

Harry Potter is a time-travelling, furious mess and he is going to kill the Dark Lord. Like most of his plans, things do not work out. Tom should not be so obsessed with his would-be murderer.

Why you should read it: 1940s time travel fic that starts out with a literal bang as Harry tries to murder Tom ON SIGHT. And then does not stop trying to murder Tom(!)

⭐ Sharp is the Pang the Serpent Gives by beetaker (E, 127k, complete)

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Harry scowled. “Plenty of people are orphans. Bullied. They don't grow up to be killers. I'm not.” “Aren't you?” Voldemort asked, impassive. “Did Quirrell kill himself beneath that trap door?” Harry's heart howled, enraged and desperately, desperately scared. She had very purposefully not thought about that night since it happened, which of course was just another way of saying she thought of it constantly, that secret box buried in the cupboard of her mind. ”I'm not like you,” she snarled. “No one is like me,” said Voldemort. “But given time…perhaps.”

Why you should read it: Unhinged toxic yuri <3 Another delicious F/F Tomarrymort longfic by Beetaker in one impressive drop.

⭐ MY HARRY POTTER PILLOW CAME TO LIFE AND I FUCKED IT | Storytime by @cindle-writes @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic (E, 13k, complete) 

Ultimate Hari Potta: Mahoukai fanboy Tom Riddle owns a life-size body pillow of his most beloved 2D husbando Harry Potter. On Tom's 14th birthday, Harry comes to life. 

Why you should read it: If you’ve ever been into anime, or want to experience a modern Tom Riddle getting really, really into anime, this insane crackfic is for you. 

⭐ Nobody Special by riddlereading (M, 65k, complete) 

Neville Longbottom is the Boy-Who-Lived. Follow the no-one-important Harry Potter as he navigates the cruelty of the wizarding world and still somehow draws the attention of Lord Voldemort.

Why you should read it: A neat and clever retelling of canon if Neville (instead of Harry) was the baby that Voldemort first tried to kill. 

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Tomarrymort One-Shot Must Reads 

One Shot | dwell in lovers’ eyes by @aitafrog

One Shot | Made You Look by @penmanner

One Shot | i can feel the soil falling over my head by slaybestieslay946

One Shot | Father of the Year by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic

One Shot | To be Blessed by @cyandenial

One Shot | the one that got away by @duplicitywrites 

One Shot | des mots plein de soleil by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Must Reads

Chapter 6 of love you down to the bone by @aitafrog

Chapter 6 of angel on a satellite by @houndsofheaven

Chapter 3 of Take Any Form by @rowena-rain

Chapter 17 of Strings of Fate by @solelyseeking

Chapters 10 through 12 of complete me, so incompletely by @hoppsanwrites

Chapters 12 through 14 of Constellation - Aquila by cassiopeiassin

Chapters 31 through 33 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of sunk cost fallacy by @ictyn

Chapters 5 and 6 of kill the spare (wear his bones) by ermineah

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of The Pursuit of Greatness by @solelyseeking

Chapters 21 through 23 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 22 of The Weight of Gravity by @pagesinmylife 

Chapters 19 through 21 of give you my lovin by @kozzieberks

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 through 2 of Who long to be lost by @mosiva

Chapters 6 and 7 of it’s called freefall, baby by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 17 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 7 of for i am with you by @solelyseeking

Chapter 5 of Love Don't Die by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 4 of I Heave My Heart by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 10 of invisible string by @cindle-writes

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of Grow Warm With Me by @aspengray 

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of the waves made of fingers and the darkness that lingers rips into the bark of our bones by @boyneptunee

Chapter 15 of Fool me once by @holaolla1

Chapter 12 of 7 by @moontearpensfic

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of Like My Own Soul by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 45 of Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra

Chapter 4 of Moon Rite by @isalisewrites

Chapter 2 of forgive me father by @cindle-writes

Chapter 28 of would that i'd loved (long ago) by @sprst1tion

Chapters 24 and 26 of Part Two - To Grow a Heart by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapters 50 through 54 of A Snake in the Apothecary by SedimentaryBear

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[milfbrainrot]

to be completely honest i think the biggest thing that holds me back from making ocs is i focus so much on difficult dynamics that no matter how i envision a character, there's some type of offensive way it could be interpreted and it just... stops being fun. of course you need to have some considerations for avoiding blatant stereotypes but it rly does hold me back from developing anything out further bc it feels like everything i go to make is tainted and Problematic TM.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovie!! i was wondering if i could request a poly marauders band au x reader smut (preferably fem, but gn is also fine!!) where james, sirius, and remus are rockstars and they have a gf who is very girly with like the pinks and mini skirts and bows y’know. i literally have no plot, just cute gf and poly marauders band au smut LOL. sorry if this sucks, but i am CRAVING more poly marauders band au fics on here so bad. thank so much if u do write it!! xoxo

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: smut mdni, fingering, praise, some voyerism

rockstar!marauders x coquette!reader ♡ 894 words

There aren’t very many doors that lock backstage. So while a lot of the time dating rockstars means fancy restaurants and first class flights and giant, plush hotel beds, sometimes it means being finger-fucked in a bathroom stall for lack of better options. 

“Angel,” James laughs, nose smushed against your cheek, “you know I love your sounds, but you’re going to have to be quieter than that.” 

You stifle a moan that turns into a whine. You’re honestly not sure how much of the work of keeping you upright is being done by your legs at this point, and how much is being done by James’ fingers buried in your cunt. You’re tugging anxiously on the curls at his nape, your own neck arching as you’re razed from within. 

James always has an excess of energy before shows. Lately, he’s found a new favorite way of working it off. Last week he’d dragged Remus into a storage closet, then last night Sirius had emerged from the boys’ dressing room looking even more rock-and-roll than usual, and tonight James had plied you with kisses until the next thing you knew a stall door was being locked behind you and your panties were being pushed aside under your skirt. 

You suppress a moan as his thick fingers plunge deeper into your cunt, biting down on your bottom lip. Your fingers drive into his shoulders. 

James pushes your cardigan off your shoulder with his free hand, drawing the strap of your tank top down with it. “What do you need this for, hm?” 

“It’s always cold in here,” you manage. His hand finds your breast, squeezing the way he knows how. You push your forehead into his, and James smiles, giving you a conciliatory kiss. 

“Are you cold now?” 

You shake your head against his. He laughs, kissing you again. 

“Good.” You’re sure he’s the only thing keeping you up now, his hand under your skirt and your back propped against the wall. “Least I’m good for something, huh? I can keep my girl warm.” 

You have every intention of telling him he’s good for much more than that, as soon as you can find the words. You hear the bathroom door open before you get the chance. 

You go instantly quiet, covering your mouth with a hand and trying to steady your breathing, but James’ fingers keep moving in and out of you all the same. 

“James?” Remus calls. “You in here?” 

You sag with relief. 

“Yeah,” James says back. “S’it just you?” 

“Why?” Sirius’ voice rings with faux hurt. “Do you not want to see me?” 

“Just making sure.” James reaches over, unlocking your stall. 

“The stage manager’s got his knickers in a twist,” Sirius says as he opens the door. “He thinks you’ve run—oh. Hi, gorgeous.” 

You hide your face in James’ neck. You hear Remus chuckle as James rubs your back, half soothing you and half wrecking you as his fingers spread inside you. You make a stymied keening sound. 

“Do I need to go find him?” James asks. 

“No, probably not.” Sirius’ interest is palpable. You open your eyes to peek over James’ shoulder, and a wicked grin tilts his lips. “He seems like he’s just uptight. Having a good time, babydoll?” 

You imagine it’s a rhetorical question, but James’ fingers work another pleady whimper out of you anyway. Sirius’ eyes light, and Remus comes closer, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Are you helping Jamie out, lovely girl?” 

“Think it’s the other way around,” you pant. James laughs. 

“No, make no mistake,” Sirius shoots you a wink, “this is one hundred percent selfish of him.” 

“‘nd I appreciate it.” James smears a kiss over your lips. “I would’ve liked to eat her out, but there wasn’t anywhere to put her down.” 

“I am not lying on the bathroom floor,” you say again, just in case he’s getting any ideas. It doesn’t sound very authoritative when your voice wobbles at the end of it, your orgasm looming. 

Remus coos, sensing your ascent. “You’ve got it,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder again. “You look so pretty all worked open like this. Doesn’t she look pretty, Sirius?” 

Sirius hums, giving you an appreciative up-down. “Yeah, you really ought to have known this would happen when you put on that skirt, sweet thing.” 

James grunts his agreement, and then you’re tipping over the edge. Remus helps keep you from slipping down to the bathroom floor as James brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

“There you are, good girl. That felt good, didn’t it, dove? Jamie?” 

“Fuck yeah,” James confirms. When your focus comes back to you, you can see the large, insistent bulge in his pants. 

“Here,” you mumble, reaching for his zipper. You start to drop to your knees, but Remus catches you, urging you back up. 

“I’ve got it, lovely,” he assures you. “So long as you don’t mind. That way Sirius can fix your hair before we have to go out.” 

You frown. “My hair?” You touch the back. It appears you’d lost track of things while you were being driven into the bathroom wall. Your bow is crumpled, your hair tangled around it. “Shit, how bad is it?” 

James offers you a half-sheepish grin. 

“It’s fine, baby.” Sirius takes you by the hand, leading you towards the mirror. “It’s rock and roll.”

[wandassweetheart]

PICTURE YOU!

currently playing… ‘picture you’ by chappell roan

pairing - wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warning! - 18+ mdni, smut, masturbation, dirty thoughts, confessions, oral (f receiving), fingering

a/n - is this pesbian lorn?🤭 anyways picture you has literally been stuck in my head because of chappell’s vocals in it. the song was on repeat whilst writing this. #womenlovewanda

you had become so infatuated with wanda your thoughts became so lustful. you were starting to lose it with how bad you needed her. you’d even resorted to touching yourself to accommodate your needs but not even that was enough anymore. imagining your fingers on your wet, dripping pussy as wanda’s wasn’t the same as having her actual hands on you.

so you had a routine which you followed almost every night which entailed…

drawing the blinds and lighting every candle.

slipping off your pretty dress down your chest whilst thinking of her.

both your lips on the mirror, envisioning wanda as your reflection.

it was ritualistic. you counted where all of wanda’s lipstick stains should be on your bare body.

you had started to run your fingers down your stomach and in between your thighs. you could already feel your soaking pussy throbbing and aching for it to be touched. you closed your eyes and slowly opened your legs to give your fingers entrance. a soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt your fingers brush lightly against your swollen clit. steadily, you rubbed your fingers in a cyclic pattern on and around your clit. you tried to be quiet as possible not wanting anyone outside to hear you. your legs stretched across the bed from the satisfaction you were feeling.

oh, you needed her around.

your other hand had started kneading at your breast, visualising it as wanda’s hand whilst she goes down on you and eats your pussy out like it was her last last meal. you began rocking your hips to your fingers, creating as much friction as possible. slowly, you started to dip your fingers into your cunt thrusting them in and out trying to chase your orgasm. you let out a muffled sigh as your fingers continued to pump and curl inside of you.

you were getting close now.

your hand continued to massage your breast and your fingers continued to thrust into you until you heard a knock at your door. you completely froze when wanda called out your name. shit, fuck, not right now, please. you thought to yourself. “um, i’m changing!” you called out with a squeak trying to recover from what was happening not even five seconds ago. you quickly wrapped a nightgown around yourself and hid your soaked, sticky fingers behind your back.

“come in,” you call out again, allowing her to enter. “hello,” she said with a smile and a little furrow in her eyebrow, “am i interrupting something?” she asked. “no, not at all. what’s up?” you answered —way too fast. “i wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay?” she questioned, her accent was audible and there was a hint of vulnerability behind her tone. of course that’s okay, i always want to talk to you wanda, but right now? whilst i was touching myself to thoughts of you? you said to yourself again. “of course,” you replied trying to ignore the fact that there was only a thin layer of silk to cover your naked body.

wanda moved to take a seat on the edge of your bed and you joined her, leaving a bit of a gap between you two. not even a second had gone by before wanda blurted out, “i like you.” no fucking way. your mind started to go crazy and your brain had just gone blank. “do you feel the same?” she continued.

“do you picture me like i picture you?”

“am i in the frame from your point of view?”

holy shit, this was all you could have ever wanted. wanda maximoff liking you back. you smirked at her and answered her questions with a slight chuckle, “i’m too scared to say half of the things i do when i picture you.” with that, she crashed her lips against yours, this wasn’t your reflection this was wanda. you slipped off your nightgown whilst helping wanda remove her clothes and locked lips every time there wasn’t anything between you both. she started to leave lipstick stains down your neck, inching her way towards your empty and pleading pussy. she carefully pushed you back onto the bed as she went down your body, leaving a red kiss mark trailing down your stomach. her lips landed on your core before she stuck out her tongue and started indulging in on you. “fuck, wanda!” you moan out, rushing your hands through her hair and gripping onto the back of her head. her hand clutched onto your waist and the other traced its way back onto your breast squeezing and working on it.

it wasn’t your fingers that would be the reason of your orgasm tonight but wanda’s tongue. you guided her head up and down all the right spots whilst your vision got hazy and your hips rolled against her head. “this is what you’ve been picturing, hm?” wanda’s voice muffled against your body sending vibrations through you. “one day, you’ll tell me all your perversions.” she stated, before going back in on you. you moaned again as you could feel your orgasm ready to over come you. “i’m getting close now,” you mumbled, arching your back. from hearing that, wanda lifted her head and lifted her hands back. you groaned from the lack of touch but immediately shut up when you felt wanda’s middle and ring finger sink and entwine into you. her other hand started rubbing your clit quickly, overstimulating you.

“come for me, my love.” wanda whispered and you let yourself go. your body spasmed through the rush of pleasure, your back could’ve snapped with the way you lifted up. as your high had finally calmed down, wanda sucked your juices off her fingers and laid back next to you. you shifted to look at her and huffed out a whisper.

“it’s my turn to taste you.” then, you moved down the bed to reach her thighs.

[plaguewormart]

Was writing an assassination attempt one shot but I had to leave before I finished it sooo yall are getting short angst bc I’m bored and hungry and on the tube (hell)

For a few months in the beginning of Innocent XIV’s papacy, those around him spend hours trying to make him get new shoes. They start off trying to make him wear the dress shoes that the pope is supposed to wear with his cassock, but give up on that idea fairly quickly after Vincent starts literally leaving the room when the idea is brought up.

Instead they move on to trying to convince Vincent to at least get a new pair of sneakers - they’ll even let him get the very same model he has right now because Vincent your shoes are literally falling apart, you’re going to trip and fall if you keep wearing them.

Vincent keeps refusing. No one understands why. They offer to get him specialized shoes if it’s a problem with how new shoes feel. They beg Vincent to please just tell them what will make him get new shoes. Vincent keeps shaking his head.

Tedesco, who has eyes and ears everywhere, suggests hiding the Holy Father’s converse. They dismiss him at first, but after Vincent trips on the broken soles of his shoes and very tumbles down the stairs in the Santa Martha, Aldo sneaks into the Pope’s room late at night and brings the shoes to his office, leaving a new pair of shoes in their place.

As he waits for the Holy Father to wake up and notice what has happened, he studies the shoes. Their soles are close to falling off, the fabric has torn in multiple places, and there are dark stains all over them.

At 4 am, Aldo startles awake from where he’s dozed off at his desk. His phone is ringing. One of the night guards station outside Vincent’s room is calling him, apparently they’d called Thomas first, but the other man didn’t know how to help. “The holy father is inconsolable,” the guard says “he keeps asking for shoes.”

Aldo arrives in Vincent’s room minutes later, out of breath from the jog, tattered converse in hand. Vincent is in his pyjamas, his hair messy and his eyes red and full of tears. He’s frantically opening closets and drawers, muttering silently to himself. Thomas stands in a corner, fear evident on his face.

Vincent is reunited with his shoes. When Aldo hands them over, Vincent takes them and holds them close, cradling the dirty shoes as if they were a child.

“I’m sorry.” Vincent says later. “I know they’re just shoes.”

They’re sitting together on the couch in Vincent’s room. Three cups of tea standing untouched on the table.

“I haven’t told you everything about the car bombing.” He draws a breath, closing his eyes tightly.

“I wasn’t alone that day. My colleague - my friend. We were walking together. He was in front of me. The reason I survived was because his body shielded mine. He died instantly.”

Thomas grabs Vincent’s hand, squeezing it. Aldo grabs his cross.

“I was wearing these shoes. His blood in the fabric is the only thing I have left of him.”

[mahalachives]

Thank you for writing my request for acotar fics. Really if I'm going to be honest I didn't expect you to write it so quickly. But wowww. Again thank you and would you like consider to write a azriel and human mate reader where she has like tablet as well as a telephone and earphones and she explains a technology to inner circle.

Title: Tech Support: Velaris Edition

pairing: azriel x human!mate reader

Hope you enjoy!

The first time Azriel saw you talking to yourself, he thought you were mad.

The second time, when you told him you were “on a call,” he genuinely started to worry about your sanity.

By the third time, you had pulled out what you called a tablet, and suddenly, the entire Inner Circle got involved.

And so here you were, seated in the House of Wind, facing a very skeptical group of Fae while Azriel stood protectively beside you, arms crossed but utterly amused.

You did not expect absolute chaos.

It started when you pulled out your phone.

“This,” you said, holding it up like it was the Cauldron itself, “is a cell phone.”

The room stared at the tiny glowing rectangle in your hands like it was a live bomb.

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, narrowed his eyes. “It’s…glowing.”

“Yes.”

Cassian unsheathed a dagger. “Kill it.”

“CASSIAN, NO—”

Azriel, standing protectively beside you, let out a suffering sigh as you shoved Cassian’s arm down. “It’s not alive, you battle-obsessed maniac.”

“Are you sure?” Amren drawled, unimpressed. “Because that thing hummed.”

“It vibrated—it’s a notification!” You waved your hand. “It’s how I get messages!”

Rhys leaned forward, smirking. “So, humans store voices in tiny glowing bricks now?”

“… I hate how accurate that sounds.”

Nesta arched a brow. “So it’s like a magical book?”

“No, it’s better.” You clicked on a video, and the screen moved.

Cassian screamed.

Nesta dropped her tea.

Amren nearly fell out of her chair.

Feyre’s jaw hit the floor.

Rhysand, High Lord of Velaris, the most powerful High Fae in existence, flinched.

Mor gasped dramatically. “IT’S POSSESSED.”

Azriel—your lovely, brooding mate—only sighed deeper, rubbing his temples like this was the worst day of his life.

“IT’S JUST A VIDEO,” you shouted over their horrified screams.

“IT’S A TRAPPED SOUL,” Cassian accused, pointing a trembling finger at the phone.

“IT’S NOT—”

Nesta hissed at the screen.

Feyre, looking way too concerned, whispered to Rhys, “Should we… should we free it?”

“IT’S NOT TRAPPED,” you nearly shrieked.

Azriel put a calming hand on your shoulder. It did nothing.

“This is normal for humans,” he explained, attempting damage control.

Mor, still clutching her chest like she had seen a ghost, muttered, “Humans are terrifying.”

You groaned. “Okay, forget the phone. Let’s move on to the tablet.”

More skeptical looks.

You turned it on, and Rhys immediately backed up.

“I hate this,” he muttered.

Cassian squinted. “Why is it so big?”

“It’s just a bigger version of my phone!”

Nesta looked at the screen, unimpressed. “Does it also hold souls hostage?”

“…It’s literally just for books, movies, and drawing.” You clicked a random sketching app and made a quick doodle.

Silence.

Then—

Cassian leaned in. “You—you’re making magic symbols—”

“I AM DRAWING.”

“WITH LIGHT,” Feyre gasped.

“WITH MY FINGER.”

Rhys looked between you and Azriel. “You mated with a sorceress?”

Azriel sighed even harder. “She’s not a sorceress.”

“She controls light magic,” Mor insisted.

“Oh my god.”

Nesta pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought nothing could be dumber than Cassian.”

Cassian gasped, clutching his chest. “Nesta, how could you?”

“Okay,” you groaned. “Forget the tablet—here, let’s try earphones.” You plugged them in and played music. “Put this in your ear.”

Mor eagerly took one.

The second the bass hit, her eyes flew open.

“WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?”

She grabbed Cassian’s arm. “DO YOU HEAR THAT? IT’S IN MY HEAD—”

Cassian yanked it away like it was a venomous snake. “GET IT OUT—IT’S CURSING HER—”

Azriel looked like he wanted to jump out the nearest window.

Rhysand, ever dramatic, massaged his temples. “Mother above, why did I let her do this?”

Nesta, still sipping her tea, shrugged. “I think we should let them suffer.”

Cassian—who had immediately shoved both earphones into his ears—jumped to his feet.

“THIS,” he declared, “IS THE GREATEST THING HUMANS HAVE EVER CREATED.”

You smirked. “Told you.”

Cassian whipped around to Rhys. “BRO, WE NEED THIS AT RITA’S.”

“No."

“PLEASE.”

“Absolutely not.”

Cassian was already running. “I’M STEALING THIS—”

Azriel extended a foot, expertly tripping him.

Cassian ate the floor.

Azriel plucked your phone from his unconscious hand and handed it back to you.

You smiled up at your mate. “Thanks, love.”

Azriel sighed. “You’re never showing them the internet.”

[str4wberrysw4n]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟑𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋!! + 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 🧁

i don't want to give out too much info, but i have a friend who doesn't come to school very often. she's absent for majority of the week or comes late so i barely get to see her. today, she didn't come and she hadn't come the day before. most of the time, i try to text her to see if she'll respond, but today i thought to myself "why am i upset she isn't at school? besides it doesn't matter to me. I would like for her to be here but it's not a big deal if she isn't." so after 2nd period, we meet up at the stairs so we can walk to class. when she's not here, i wait for her just in case she came late or smth. this time, i simply walked upstairs. smth was telling me that my friend would be here somehow, but i ignored it.

imagine my surprise when i sat down, looked to my right, and saw her sitting down in the flesh. just there. i was shocked.

now, ik this might not seem like a manifestation (spoiler alert: I count it as one) unless u knew how i would affirm for her to come to school only to not get results. i consider her one of my best friends and school isn't the same without her. it was frustrating that the results would only come days later, yet the moment i said i didn't care, it came to me. why?

imo, the key was that I didn't put it on a pedestal. I told myself "I would LIKE for her to come, but it's not a BIG DEAL if she doesn't." i used this not only bcuz it happened at the time im writing this, but bcuz it's a perfect example of how taking ur manifestations off a pedestal helps.

imagine being a king/queen. u have literally everything u desire with the snap of ur fingers. u control everyone and everything around u. but then, u want something that u don't have in the 3d. u have it the 4d, but YOU don't see it bcuz ur eyes are only honed in on the physical world. all of a sudden, u put this object of desire,that u ALREADY have, ABOVE u. it's what u need or else u'll practically fall and break into thousands of pieces. doesn't make any sense, right? well that's literally how it is when u put ur manifestation on such a high pedestal.

YOU are the prize. YOU should be the one placed on the pedestal and stay on it. ik it's hard, especially when there's no evidence of the 3d showing u that -- but it's true. that's why when u care so much abt a manifestation, u are quite literally taking urself off and putting something way less important on there. it's hard to accept that, bcuz society has literally told us that some people are better than others. those who feed into money, fame, "above average" beauty, concepts that only exist in the 3d. but the truth is being tied down to thoughts like that will only make things harder for u.

I'm not saying u shouldn't try to manifest concepts that we know from the 3d -- almost everyone is. I would be a hypocrite to say that when im literally trying to manifest clothes rn lol. im saying that u should stop thinking of those concepts as "impossible" or "out of ur league", bcuz unless u say so, YOU are the standard. stuff like that will only drag u down into the illusion of the 3d.

to sum it up, stop putting the 3d on a pedestal and put urself on there!! when ur able to detach and no longer depend on ur manifestation coming through, it helps it pass through ur 4d level of consciousness and materialize into the 3d. someone with everything doesn't cry abt something they ASSUME they don't have. now, u might be asking: "what do i do if i can't get my mind off it?" i know all too well that this task is easier said than done, so i wanted to help!! :3 these r just some general hobbies u can do instead of obsessing over manifestations!!

🎀 drawing or some form of art

🎀 self care day

🎀 baking

🎀 studying

🎀clean ur room

🎀 text/face time ur friends

🎀 window shopping (my fav lol)

🎀 read a book

🎀 indulge in one of ur own personal hobbies

these r just some of the things that i do when i find myself stressed with a manifestation!! as always, this is all imo, and im just trying my best to help!! happy manifesting ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

[chrissturnsfav]

fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but she’s drunk so he’s just acting all nonchalant abt it

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader

the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everything’s fuzzy—lights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s definitely more than you should’ve.

and then there’s matt. sweet, awkward matt.

"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.

he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than you’d expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.

"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. it’s a nice chest—solid under your palm. "you’re just in my way."

"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.

"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like he’s immune to your charms. it’s sickening.

"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you care—matt’s the only one looking, and isn’t that the point?

"because you’re drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like he’s assessing whether you’re about to topple over again.

"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "you’re supposed to take care of me, aren’t you? that’s what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.

you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "you’re no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."

"yeah, but i’m not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.

"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "don’t you think i’m pretty, though?"

he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.

"it means you’re wasted, and you’re not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.

"you’re boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.

"and you’re a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but don’t worry. i’ve got you."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect—soft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.

you know he’s just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things don’t spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.

you grab his hand, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time it’s quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.

"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesn’t pull away.

"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.

he laughs, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. "not happening."

"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.

"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "you’ll thank me later."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott

@chrissturnsfav ™

[soulwrencher]

ok so like this is my first ask so sorry if its worded weird!! but could you write a drabble for ellie where like reader is dinas step sister or sum and like reader lives a few states away and dina wants reader to meet her friends so reader visits and meets all of them and ellie is like nervous and stuff and dina teases her for it and eventually dina ships ellie and reader tg (once again sorry if its worded weird..😭)

it's okay! so i'm not gonna specify readers relationship with dina lmao, reader could be a family friend too... and it's longer than a drabble, sorry. but here you go!

why don't you stay, stay here after hours?

ellie x reader, just fluff, not proofread, enjoy :)

you haven't been here for a while. but dina's apartment stayed the same, citrus-scented air freshener and deep brown eyes meeting you at the front door, it was all so familiar, even after all those years. however, you didn't expect a pretty face to emerge from behind her, in fact you didn't expect your little trip to good old hometown to be interesting in any way. when dina told you about her friends, you weren't expecting much, sorry dina. but shit, her friend is more than pretty, she's incredibly attractive.

"come on in," dina says, hugging you, miss pretty face standing awkwardly to the side. you let go, dina gestures towards her, you've been dying to know about her at this point and it's been only a few minutes since you got here.

"so, this is my friend ellie, we used to be a thing but—" ellie clears her throat, are her cheeks slightly rosy?

"we're really good friends, that's what i was trying to say," she continues, shooting ellie a glare. you awkwardly laugh, exchange some 'hi''s and 'nice to meet you''s with ellie, her raspy voice makes it harder for you to remember what you're here for. pretty auburn hair, strands falling out of her bun framing her face, green eyes and long lashes, freckles and kissable lips... what were you here for?

and ellie can't help but notice your eyes wandering, it's making her nervous. it's making her nervous that a gorgeous woman like you was watching her so carefully, she isn't used to getting this much attention next to dina who's incredibly extroverted and drawing all the attention.

she watches you leave and go up to dina's room. pulling dina aside, ellie elbows her.

"ouch," she hisses, rubbing herself.

"what the fuck? why would you mention we used to be a thing," ellie whispers. dina gasps, then covers her mouth, a sly smirk creeping up her face.

"don't tell me you like—" ellie cuts her off with a threatening, well not so threatening, 'hey' hoping dina understands that she needs to quiet down, you're literally upstairs.

"no, she's just pretty. you didn't tell me she's that pretty," she whispers, her face turning red. this will be a fun game for dina, for sure.

you all sit in her very cramped, but colorful kitchen, snacking and drinking while you and dina catch up. however, ellie can't help but steal glances from you, she couldn't help but study your face, the way you speak, the way you'd wheeze when you thought you said something funny, or when you—

"—and ellie is so, totally so single, incredibly single," dina laughs, pulling ellie out of thought. and you too, you've been thinking about ellie's green eyes lingering on your lips, is something on there? dina is the only one laughing while you and ellie are exchanging glances, for a second it feels like the world stopped for you to step closer to something unreachable.

"i guess i am? but why does that matter," ellie then responds, annoyance lacing her voice.

"because she's single too? and i just wanna be able to say that i'm a matchmaker," dina continues, stuffing chips into her mouth. you laugh, but ellie doesn't.

"you really wanna make us all uncomfortable, huh?" ellie mutters, fuck, why would she say that? she's been so overly self-conscious, trying really hard to leave good impressions, but having a pretty girl watch her bicker with her good friend, not how she imagined this to go at all.

"oh i'm not uncomfortable, don't worry," you say, the tension was thick. and dina notices this too, this whole thing took the wrong turn.

"well back in high school i walked up to someone thinking it was dina and scared that girl from behind, talk about uncomfortable," she scoffs. dina immediately throws back her head and cackles, but you can hear ellie's soft and low chuckles. fuck she's cute and you want to know more, know more about her and all the stories she had to tell and lived up until now.

and ellie is more than happy to see the smile that emerged on your lips when she said that, her eyes on you while you giggle at dina's silly stories about teenage ellie and dina's adventures. she just can't look away, your nose scrunches when you laugh, your eyes literally sparkle, you are just so endearing, and ellie would be a fool to pass up on this chance, on this chance to get to know you.

and you spend the rest of the afternoon at dina's place, laughter filling the room, glances and hands brushing filling up your heart.

"okay guys, we need to wrap it up, jesse is on his way and you know how he gets," dina shoots a look to ellie, both nodding in some secret agreement.

"can you get her to her hotel? but take it slow guys, never fuck on the first date," she chuckles, ellie scoffs while getting on her jacket, ellie would never be able to even hold hands with someone as beautiful and kind as you. but it for sure is a nice thought, a thought she saves for when she'll go to sleep later. and your thoughts are racing too, you're about to get in the car with ellie, she'll be driving you, you'll be alone with her, you are freaking out, but you can't let it show.

instead you awkwardly play with the leaves on the ground while you wait in front of her car after you said goodbye to dina.

walking out of dina's apartment, ellie can feel her heart jump out of her chest. she's a fucking wreck, but her urge for more is too big to ignore, she has to do something about all the feelings you made her feel. and for once in her life, she decides to make the first move once you're in her car, something dina always made fun of, telling ellie she's the biggest coward ever.

but not today, today she'll make you fall for her.

what she didn't know is that the second ellie opened the door for you and the scent of patchouli and tobacco filled your senses, you already fell, really hard at that.

you sit in her passenger seat, imagination running wild, the two of you could be knee deep—

"you comfy?" ellie asks, pulling you out of thought. you nod, yeah too fucking comfortable. you struggle putting your seatbelt on because your hands are shaking, but ellie is attentive, already helping you out, with shaky hands too.

to your disappointment, the drive was mostly quiet, so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat. but it's stupid to believe that someone like ellie would want to get to know you, you feel stupid for getting your hopes up.

ellie's eyes are on the navigator the whole time, two more streets and you're at the hotel. two more streets, she has to do something. the wheel is getting moist under her sweaty hands, she has never been this nervous in her whole life. but she might never see you again and does she really want to risk that? risk never going to meet anyone like you again? ellie clears her throat, she can't live with the thought of never having tried.

so she inhales deeply as she stops at the red light.

"so—" she starts, looking your way, making sure she got your attention. you tilt your head, you're gorgeous, god you are making this hard, ellie thinks to herself.

"—i made dinner, you should stay." ellie says, her voice low, eyes searching for yours in anticipation, she is about to explode.

"i'd love to," you reply. ellie smiles and hits the gas a little harder than needed as the lights turn green.

[meo-eiru]

Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!

This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.

I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3

He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.

I'm not horny. You are.

Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)

Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER

I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down

Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically

THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT

[yingdu-lover]

I am a fucking idiot- ahem. But first,

People, we need to talk more about The Tides. I am so serious. Apart from The Eye and Lull this season, The Tides (I want to yap more about its cinematic brilliance) explicitly supports shiguang canon. While other OP and ED of the first two seasons have a variety of themes entangled together, the whole point of The Tides is drawing a clear parallel between the old man with the time machine trying to go back in time to save his beloved wife (and his wife's photo is shattered by gunshots) and whatever the heck is going on with Lu Guang (Now, after Yingdu, add parallels of Shao Yuanyuan's attempt of saving her husband and Xia Fei's resolution of finding the culprit who caused Vein's death. You are welcome.)

I want to talk specifically about this scene

first,

We see Lu Guang is the one holding a sketchbook (safe to say it belonged to that man) and he is gazing into the sketches. He assumes that man's position (also the fact that Lu Guang has a personal diary where he might not draw but keeps a lot of information about timelines).

And...

This brilliant rack shot.

Idk why I didn't notice it before (I have seen it multiple times but today I just 'got' it).

So, in the first shot, let's see what constitutes the mise-en-scene : Cheng Xiaoshi, a portrait of the lady (whose hands are only shown) and the statue of the lady. It's not white light all over, rather there is a little play of light and shadow. The background wall as well as the statue is green. Overall, there is a green tint. Film nerds and enthusiasts, please explain the lighting and colour palate further if you can find some significance.

Now,

in the first shot, Cheng Xiaoshi is in the focus. He has a strange (pensive) look and he is looking at the statue. Then, the focus shifts to the statue and everything else fades into the background. In this simple editing, you realise that- Cheng Xiaoshi and the statue of the lady are somehow connected, connected by the same fate. I can't really explain how but the cinematography establishes the relation beautifully.

Edit 1 : Hi, I wanted to add a few things. Thanku @whispersoflullaby for engaging with it

also, please read @psychopomp-namine their repost.

A few reflections I didn't elaborate before

The woman's face in the portrait is absent in the frame and the lifelessness of the otherwise beautiful statue is intensified by the (intentional) lack of the eyes. So Cheng Xiaoshi's presence in the frame balances this out. Face is the most important part of someone's identity and eyes are one the most important features of someone's face. Eyes also have a higher level of significance in Link Click, associated with power activation, sense, perception, past, future, memory. And ofc, Cheng Xiaoshi's death scene and power (trust/life) transfer to Lu Guang - there is a HUGE focus on the eyes, extreme close ups. And this brings us to the second point,

Consciousness, subjectivity, perspective, reliable/unreliable narration .

My interpretation of the colour green here is unreliable narration or lack of subjectivity, with a feeling of something changing. Cheng Xiaoshi's pensive look makes us think that he knows something, something unsettling but we can't quite grasp that. His subjectivity is yet to be known. His vision is literally shared (and commanded) by Lu Guang and a big portion of Cheng Xiaoshi is constructed out of Lu Guang's perception of him. How would Cheng Xiaoshi write back to that? Cheng Xiaoshi is a mystery and The Tides prepares us for his development in season 3.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hello hello!! I come back once more with offerings (fan art) because the thesis is making me want to take my eyes and wash them by hand to see if the dryness passes. ANYWAYS! We are still reading with some friends GHIAB and almost at chapter 89? I kinda got ahead (because my friend who is the one reading kinda nudged me to) and I am waiting so bad to see the other's reactions to chapters 88 and 89, I'm yet to read the last five, but that's because I know the moment I do I won't be focusing on work (which sucks.) I might eventually get to draw things from those chapters (and probably cry and shake like a leaf due to contained excitement)

Anyways-- fanart!! (some of these are scenes from the fic, some are not, some are just silly)

(Those two are actually from the references I was trying to do!)

I hope you have a nice day!

ASTYFSTYJSVS Okay, no. THIS time I'm going to be a lot more detailed with my praise, because you've outdone yourself again! You've downright SPOILED me- and at a good time too, since I need that sweet, sweet writing fuel. ^_^

First off, The Michael and Ennard comfort picture is absolutely one of my favorites. 🥺 It's hard to make something as rough as Springtrap look vulnerable, but you absolutely nailed it and it's just so sweet- I also really, REALLY love how expressive your Ennard's turn out! There's something so soft here and I think it says so much without having to explain itself about them.

I think this is one of the first, if only pieces I've seen of Moon and Gregory together and it's so perfectly sweet that it's downright mushy! 😊 In a GREAT way!

Speaking of daycare attendants GAHH I was hoping you'd adapt this scene! The Michael and Jake scene! 8D I knew it'd be a hard sell though so I didn't know if you would, BUT YOU HAVE, and it warm the cockles of my heart. ^_^ Need more of these two, I swear-

And THIS scene too! Oooh, you absolutely nailed it! I just don't even- don't even know how to express how much I love this picture. This was one of my favorite scenes to right and you 100% brought it to life 8D I love the detail on how cautious Freddy is to touch the back of his head, as though frozen in place, LOVE IT.

I also love Ennard just yoinking Scott up preparing to run way too much, it gave me the smiles, y'know those kind. XD Your Clownwell pics are always FANTASTIC! And I mean that, like, your Clownwell pieces always immediately make me regret not doing like a spinoff of them- they make me want to write them. I don't know how that works, but I just love how you set them up and draw them- the snapshot poster is absolutely BADASS. And Bonnet is precious 🥺

Also, Millie becoming partial Clownwell member confirmed XD

But speaking of precious, then come the babs- Including Jeremy! I love how soft and approachable he looks. He gives such good 'dad' vibes. ^_^ All of his little dolls look so precious, my God! And this is a small detail, but I love, LOVE Lilium's lily petal skirt! That's such a neat detail!

And then Foxy and Rose are just the cherry on top. 🥺Almost literally if we're going off color! XD You know she loves him and he loves her but he's been a playground for five hours now and he can't sleep or they WILL climb into his suit- spot on!

Mari looks absolutely brilliant! (Because I didn't want to say fantastic again) I love the design and this is an absolutely excellent reference for the coat! Also though, the little smile is so good. 😊

And last but not least, Charlie and Baby skating around together- and not flying down an escalator at rocket speeds this time! Jokes aside though, they look so good- I like how Baby looks so soft here in contrast to the poster where she looked so ominous behind her claw-you nailed the different feel of the situation dead-on! And Charlie looks so cute too, so happy! I love it, you made them look positively adorable together!

I hope this somewhat portrays how much I not only appreciate these, but ravenously ate them up and will now use them to fuel future chapters! ^_^ Whether it be five, fifteen, or one hundred more! I really, truly, absolutely am in debt to you for what you do, because what you make is just brimming GOLD! 💛

I think this picture sums it up better than words can. XD

[mackonfire]

pjo characters as weird and dumb things me and my friends have said

Percy: what the fuck is cockblocking like I can't block ur cock on Snapchat

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Will: UUUUUUUGH MY ASS HURTS- ooh look a butterfly

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Leo: I CANT FIND MY PRETTY STICKER- AW FUCK- SHIT- MY VAGINA- OOAOoOoOOooAHAHHAgh

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Jason: I can't actually believe I just agreed with you but hey here we are

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Reyna: why the fuck am I friends with any of you hoes

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Piper: should I...? too late I did it

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Will: the best way to rizz someone up is by rizzing them up *turns to friend, winks horribly* hey baby girl

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Rachel: one sec getting my anger out *aggressively splatters paint on canvas*

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Annabeth: sometimes I'm smart. When I'm smart, I'm smart. *awkward thumbs up and grimace*

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Octavian: fuck the gays they should all die ... I mean I could fuck some gays

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Hazel: I'll make you tea but not in a sweet way I'll make it so hot in burns your tongue and you can't speak for a week

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Frank: hey guys check me out I'm a furry on drugs *WOOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF*

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Grover: I love plants :3 specifically magic mushrooms but like

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Leo: I mean I would totally fuck you but like respect man

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Will: Ugh fuck my life I hate everything *coldplay starts playing* I retract the previous statement I fucking love life

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Jason: UGH UR ALL SO DUMB but I'm in

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Nico: if u wanna kys clap ur hands *rapidly claps hands*

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Piper: *hypnotizes u with my beautiful blue orbs* come over to my house

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Hazel: respectfully hope you die <3

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Frank: I'm on acid what's it called when a ton of cats jump on each other a dog pile or a cat pile

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Reyna: OH THANK GOD- sike I don't believe in that motherfucker hahahha

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Annabeth: I'm so smart *holds up the one good test I got in school* see the teacher even gave me an 11/10 because I wrote my name in a cool font

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Leo: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH IM SO HORNY- *mom walks in* oh hi mom how are you

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Will: we can just... fuck. as friends though no homo.

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Rachel: IF I DON'T DRAW SOMETHING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES I AM GOING TO MAUL SOMEONE

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Octavian: you all suck and I hate you *silence* no wait come back

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Someone: haha ur gay

Nico: yeah??? and ur not?? like don't knock it until you try it dick is yummy man

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Hazel: someone just told me what smearing is and honestly I kinda wanna die *fix you by coldplay starts playing* LMAO WTF

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Frank: you sad ass emo dog just be happy

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Percy: I Am OnE wiTh ThE oCeAn AnD HopEfuLLy aLL oF ThE hOt MerPeOpLe In iT

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Leo: *talking to literally nobody* hey guys!! gonna go get my top surgery! *shows up at claires*

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Reyna: I only wanna die sometimes and that's normal right

RIGHT

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Will: *playing guitar* haha look guys I'm fingering A minor *strums violently*

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Jason: screw men *eyes widen* I should start taking my own advice ngl

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Will: *listening to a playlist that Nico made him* ugh my emo ass boyfriend and his stupid music I hate him *proceeds to write his name over and over again in diary with hearts around it*

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Nico: what if I strangle someone with a pair of earbuds

Will: please don't

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Leo: *in demonic voice* LeAf *eats it*

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Nico: *pulls gay flag out of pocket* omg it's u

Will: *shuffles around in pocket, finds condom* ... it's u, vanilla flavoured

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Leo: my name's Leo

Percy: and I like jugs

Nico: I'm mentally ill

Leo: and I'm on drugs :D

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Jason: is there anything better than pussy

Piper: I thought you where gay

Jason:

Jason: my boyfriend's trans?

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Will: the temptation to fuck an emo boy rn is killing me

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Leo: the masculine urge to

Leo:

Leo: I forgor

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Will: that's good!

Nico: like me in bed

*silence*

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Leo: smash or pass Ryan Gosling

Nico: SMASH

Will: PASS

Solangelo: *glares at each other*

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Nico: omg stop with that song

Will: but

Will: but you can take me hot to go :(

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Annabeth: yeah

Percy: yeah

Annabeth: *in funny voice* yeah

Percy *hentai moan* yEEEAAAaaH

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Leo: *pointing at Nico* EEEEEEWWWW AN EMOOOOOO EWWW

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Jason: never ever look up what an eyesha erotica lyric means

Reyna:

Reyna: oh you poor soul *pats back*

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Nico: I can't breathe

Will: just

Will: breathe air

Nico: I breathe drugs

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Piper: I'm gonna go play basketball

Leo: haha play with my balls

Jason: already do

Leo: *chokes on air*

well that's all sorry for the torture, thanks to @localcosplaymushroom, @crowwolf8, @justagremlinoncaffeine, and @secret-mewtwo for all of the funny convos that went into this

[rodger-eyeballis]

RODGER:

•┎────────────────────•┖─► ” Good afternoon. I usually keep my phone clean of unnecessary apps.. But Toodles (my beautiful little girl) suggested that I blog in some kind of.. ‘Tumblr' (I've never heard of it)..? It's too hard for me to refuse her, that's why I'm here now. Be polite and don't write me nonsense. Then it will be a pleasure for me to do business with you. ”

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE BLOG'S PLOT:

— Rodger believes that almost all of his memories are fake because he is a toon (people just created a ‘life’ in the toons' head in order to make full-fledged personalities out of them). Link

— Roger has fully confirmed the fact of his divorce from Teagan. Link

— The termen ‘Twisted' is not known to Rodger. However, he is currently conducting three investigations.: 1) why the Medjers abandoned toons, 2) Why Dandy is looking for a corrupted Ichor, 3) the loss of Astro. Link. Perhaps the star boy went to look for books for Brigtney on the lower floors.. But why hasn't he been here yet? Link. An Ichor cluster disappeared on the lower floors, which greatly surprised Rodger. But now the toons have the opportunity to get previously unavailable supplies.. Did Astro do this? Link. The pipes started making a suspicious noise, which made Rodger very worried. However, a new stage of the operation begins, where he will search for seeds and simultaneously find out about star boy. Link Astro has been declared completely missing. Link

Twisted: 0?/27

— Rodger can how to switch his eye to his mouth. Link

— Roger talks to Glisten all the time out of pity, but is that so? One thing is clear — he does not have mutual feelings for him... Or is he experiencing it? Roger seems to be confused about himself. Link It seems that a serious conversation didn't go very well and Rodger just decided to run away from the problem. What happened? Link A quarrel without reconciliation. Rodger has done something he won't regret.. as he thinks for himself. Link

— Brigtney has a more sophisticated club, which now includes: Rodger, Toodles, Teagan, Razzle and Dazzle, Glisten, the lost Astro and actually Vee. Link

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Hi!! I am Fiddii/FiRRii! You may have already seen me, because I'm making art on DW. I was very much inspired by this game, so I wanted to create a blog on behalf of Rodger) But this is not an ordinary rp.. I decided to literally make it look like the character is running this page and posting his thoughts here^^ Keep that in mind.

I want to do EVERYTHING here in my headcanon, so don't beat me up (mean, there will be some restrictions on the relationship). I will try to answer in a written form and sometimes Iwill draw small sketches ;)

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(DNI: PROSHIPPERS, XENOPHILES, HOMOPHOBIA, AND RACISM WILL NOT BE TOLERATED)

1. Ships (broships) only those that are listed on my.. table (???) sorry

+ table age!

2. If you want to write a question on behalf of toon's, then it's purely in the form of a ‘phone text’ (As I wrote, this is a real blog on tumblr).

3. The blog is conducted exclusively in the world of "Dandys World". Please don't bring up our real world (there may be some exceptions, but they're just for me)

4. As Rodger said, be polite and don't incite hatred here.

5. Yes, this is my au, based on headcanon (But I'm trying to rely on canon Dandys world for the most part).

6. Caution: mention of reflective detective (Please have tolerance for this blog).

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‘Enjoy watching!’ #blog rodger_bll

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What are your thoughts on guardians vol.3? (If you have watched it) I went into it, expecting it went to the garbage like the rest of the mcu, but I was pleasantly surprised by its creativity, trope subversion, and how it wrapped up the previously unresolved arks of its characters.

That's what I've heard!

The thing is, Guardians 3 could be the most transcendent work of cinema ever made, and I'd probably still feel little to no motivation to watch it at this point. It's not Guardians's fault - it's just suffering from the same problem that superhero comics have been struggling with for decades: no matter how good an individual arc or run is, absolutely nothing good lasts or matters in the long term, and the stories are shaped in such a way that "the long term" is the only thing anyone gets to build towards.

Whenever I complain about the MCU I get a handful of people loudly complaining about my complaining, with the general thesis that if I don't like it I shouldn't watch it or talk about it - if I'm not having fun, just stop engaging with it. And the thing is, I have. I am intellectually interested in why this massive franchise is fumbling the bag so hard, which is why I still check in on it sometimes, but I've long since stopped turning to the MCU for uncritical entertainment. And even the good movies or shows with a lot of interesting ideas - good character arcs, fun concepts, interesting planting for future payoff - don't draw me in anymore, because they're hooked into a massive moneymaking machine that will scrap and squander anything if they think it'll make them more in the quarter. It doesn't matter how good the writing is, because the writers are not allowed to tell a complete, finished story, and they have no control over what happens to their characters outside of their own script.

Captain America's arc was set up from literally minute one to answer one burning question at the core of his character: does a world without a war still need Captain America? After that incredibly basic tee-up at the end of First Avenger, half a dozen movies failed to come up with a reason to say "yes," and now Steve is retired for good after getting fumbled through four different storylines that couldn't even pretend that they needed him (the unused Chekhov's Phone from the end of Civil War still haunts me). The foundational arc of his entire character never happened because nobody bothered to keep track of it past a single movie.

Taika did something interesting with Thor in Ragnarok - take away Mjolnir, force him to recognize what it means to be the god of thunder, give him a very Odin-y missing eye - and the very next movie undid all of it. Just kidding, never mind, here's an eye and a new weapon and also his old weapon again, and in one more movie we're even gonna give him his hair back, probably as an apology for all the completely unironic fatphobia we're gonna slather him in for two and a half hours. I'm not even surprised Love And Thunder was such an overblown mess that barely took itself seriously - why would Taika bother trying to give Thor another arc when the powers that be will just roll it back in six months anyway?

I hear Rocket Raccoon has a fantastic arc in this movie. That's great, and demonstrates that he's being written by a writer that deeply cares about him. But he's part of the MCU, and the MCU doesn't let anything end, so if current patterns hold, Rocket is going to continue to serve as quippy plushie-bait for the next dozen movies and none of that depth is going to come through in the long term. Hell, since they're making Kang noises for the Next Big Threat and Kang's entire gimmick is rewriting timelines, literally none of this is guaranteed to matter. By next year, it might not have even happened anymore.

The MCU has successfully shaped itself into a paradigm where the bright spots of good writing are overridden and lost as soon as the writers room turns over, and that makes it really hard for me to muster up the enthusiasm to watch even a really good movie that's locked into the exact same grist mill as everything else. I'm glad people liked it, I hope it gets to stay good this time - I just have no desire to watch it.

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LIVEREAD: WAKFU, THE GREAT WAVE [TOME 2, Chapter 8 part 1]

Wow no way i didnt know that. Nice anime eyes btw ghsjdhgdf.

He's so smug it makes me crazy. Genuinely, it makes me insane. God. "Kerub and I"... they make me sick. He's so proud of living with his dadsonthing for 600 years.

Heartbreaking: kerubim infected him with being a hoarder.

What the HELL are these flying books bro.

WHAT.

IS THIS THE ORIGINAL BOOKWALKER

So smug... dude.

This manga confirms joris as the twelvian equivalent of A. lost media wiki; B. the fuckers that hoard lost media and never release it (choose the one that you think applies)

What's next? Wikipedia editor Joris?

God fucking dammit. Btw I swear I didn't write the wikipedia remark on purpose. I hadn't reread this manga in months.

A likely thing for a guy who based his entire identity around living with two demigods to say.

TAP TAP :)

WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS TO BEGIN WITH!!!!!

Joris likes cartography truthers stay winning.

AGAIN WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE THIS. DONT GIVE US THIS CHILL EXPRESSION.

Of course they'd have secret passages... inside the secret library inside the secret portal. And of course this thing is only fit for Kerubim and Joris. Atcham please crash out.

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This really puts into perspective just how tiny he is... Trying to draw canon typical Joris is enough torture that I gave up ages ago.

He's able to cast fire! Once again, insane shit I added to my fics turns out not to be out of the realm of possibility. Thank god.

HE LITERALLY HAS NO CLOSE FRIENDS EXCEPT KERUBIM AND ATCHAM. FUCKING RIP BOZO.

Statuette of khan! Self explanatory why he'd have this.

A painting of Asalar. Maybe to keep record of how his enemy looks like?

Down from it, we see baby Joris's drawing of what he thought his parents might look like... Not a painting of Jahash or Julith, just his own ocs. I think it's cute that this place, that seems to be pretty important to him, doesn't have his actual parents. It's not like he knew them well. Idk, it's a neat detail that says something about Joris's feelings on them in a subtle way.

Saving the best and juiciest for last, we have Zabelle. When this comic first came out, multiple crepinjurgenites had mini-freakouts that Tot might have gone actually off the rails insane and might be giving Joris a love interest. Which would be bad given Tot's trackrecord with romance writing. And also Joris's whole shtick.

However, I am very happy to announce they... REMOVED A (likely) IOP (Zabel) and made him into a sexy dragon lady queen. No fucking way. If they also don't give her an ex-husband/a dead husband/a far away husband/a son/a boyfriend... I don't know what would happen to the world, if that were to happen.

I approve of this. I don't know what to think about the anime style (might be fun! might be bad! can't be worse than bestiale!) but it does have actually nice looking female characters. which is already a glow up from bestiale and s4.

I'm expecting fanart of Bechamel the Catgirl and Zabelle making out at my desk by midday, mister! Not because this is in-character or makes any sense. I just like to sexualize and objectify women.

Joris being a newborn when this happened explains a lot about the timeline of events.

[nodding sagely] the fucking yass twins.

This too, I foresaw. Joris has similar opinions but understands the shitfucked reality of Yugo's life.

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whatever you say cute.

I choose not to comment on the lore retcon nightmares going on here because I dont car anymore.

oh my god his grabbablle waist