#and ntm

[moliathh]

"count/countess title as marriage title" headcanon is nitpicked to shreds but i dont see anyone tryna explain the blood feeding from ring finger huh like why didnt she just feed him from tip of her index finger like how she fed seras (since LOTS of people use that scene to prove Seras/Integra is implied when that is quite debatable) not only did she bit her ring finger she bit down the inner section instead of the tip of her finger like WHY would she do that for someone "casual" and "platonic" 😭✋ not to mention she nicked herself on a knife for Seras but bit her finger for Alucard in a way this was an indirect kiss

[dulacdat]

thinking about how louis' cover up story was looking for his wife with a picture in his pocket... and whole time he was holding onto the card lestat gave him during their first meeting (through literal world wars) and missing him desperately.

real lover

I feel like we, as a community, do not talk enough about the fact that Louis held onto Lestat’s card that he gave him when they first met FOR OVER 100 YEARS!!!!!!!!

[steamingstewchunks]

Trying to talk to your friend who has a very loving and clingy(affectionate) girlfriend about your shared interests is definitely interesting, because I could turn away for one second to grab a sketchbook and all I can hear is them doing PDA and shit. I be sitting there, an object of interest in my hand, and their smashing mouths.

I am just writing fanfic in the cuck chair until they stop.

[applejade]

Secretary

warnings: smut, spanking with a belt, aggressive language, strap licking, boss and secretary relationship, strap sex art of Sevika is by Ochakka_b on twitter

After months of searching for a job, your friend from college had finally been able to pull some strings and land you a secretary position in her workplace.

It had started out so well. Your friend helped you settle in, you started to make friends with your coworkers and it seemed as if your boss had already taken a liking to you. 

But as time went on at your new job, the relationship between you and your boss started to change.

The squeezes on your shoulder after you successfully did what she asked began to linger longer than one would consider professional. Every time she'd call you to her office to give you another task, she'd gently grip your chin and force you to make eye contact as she spoke. 

And while she got noticeably more touchy, she also got more mean. She would find random small things to criticize you for, find ways to humiliate you in front of your coworkers, and then would call you into her office to have a “talk” once you finally stood up for yourself.

Of course, these “talks” included no talking. She only used it as an excuse to punish you the way she truly wanted to. 

But you didn't want to leave. You needed this job and with every cruel act, you became more desperate for her approval. Aching to feel her warm hand cupping your cheek again when she praises you for a job well done.

That doesn't mean you couldn't try to get back at her though.

Since she loves to insult your “prudish” fashion choices, you decided you'd wear something a bit more revealing today to get her attention.

You wore a tight black skirt that hugged your figure and threatened to show your panties at the slightest bend. Coily hair pulled into a high puff and black stockings.

You sensed her presence before you heard her dress shoes clacking up behind you. A sudden hand gripping the back of your thigh just below your ass almost caused you to spill the coffee you were making for her. 

“Meet me in my office when you're done. I need to speak to you”

Her lips grazed your ear as she whispered. Your breath hitched and you leaned into her.

You replied with a “Yes ma'am” and she stalked away to her office.

You dropped off the coffees you made for the team and gulped down a few swigs of your own in an attempt to prepare for another ‘scolding’ from your boss.

You opened the door to Sevika's office and she glanced at you from her seat behind her desk

She gestures for you to come to her and you hesitantly walk over and stand in front of her spread legs.

She gives you a sharp glare and whips your body around. Your ass faces her and you know she can see the glimpse of underwear peeking from underneath your skirt. 

You hear a scoff from behind you “What made you think this was appropriate?”

“I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to dress like this?”

Her grip on your hips becomes tighter and you wince a bit.

She pauses for a while like she's considering whether she wants to hurt you or fuck you.

“Bend over” She orders. You hesitate and look back at her. 

“Why? You're gonna punish me for nothing? I'm not breaking the dress code.” 

She stands and presses her body flush against your back. Her mechanical arm grips your cheeks and your face is pulled to face hers. 

“Keep playing with me and see what happens.” 

You try to stand your ground even as her grip starts to hurt your jaw.

“I ain't scared of you." you whisper

Her brows raise and her eye twitches. You can see her visibly trying to hold back her scowl as her grip tightens.

“Fine” is all she says before she releases your face and bends you over her desk.

You gasp as she roughly lifts your skirt out the way to reveal a pair of lacy black panties underneath. You attempt to block her hands and pull your skirt back down, only to have them gripped and held behind your back.

“Uh uh. Don't try to back out now. This is what you wanted.”

She switches your wrists to her mechanical hand so she can rub circles into your clothed pussy.

“Prancing around with this skimpy ass skirt on. You thought I wouldn't notice you coming to work dressed like a hooker?” 

Her flesh hand leaves your pussy and you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. 

Your breath quickens in fear and anticipation. You can handle a couple spanks but this is a punishment she'd never done before. You start to squirm, trying to free your hands from her grasp but she doesn't budge.

She huffs out a husky laugh “Acting like you don't want it. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?”

“Wait Sevika, please!”

She lands a slap on your pussy and your eyes start to water.

“What do you call me?" She says.

You sniffle in reluctance and stay silent. 

She slaps your pussy again, this time harsher and directly on your clit.

“Say my name, bitch”

you cry out “Ms. Sevika!”

You can hear her smirk when she praises you

 “Good girl” she says as she finally takes off her belt completely and snaps it against your ass without warning. 

You let out a squeal and she whips you harder the second time.

“Shut up” she says firmly “You want them to hear you?”

“No, ma'am” You whimper and bite your lip to muffle your screams.

She gives hit after hit until you're sobbing and begging for her forgiveness and eventually - she accepts it.

She pulls you upright by your puff and squeezes your cheeks together with her flesh hand. Your head is shaken gently as she coos at your tear soaked face.

“aww poor baby. You've never been punished like that before, have you?”

“uh uh” is all you can mewl through your smushed lips.

She mocks your pout and wipes the tears from your face.

“Please” you whisper

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me”

A smirk spreads across her ebony lips while she slowly moves your hand down to her pants.

You feel a bulge beneath her clothes and make eye contact with her. 

Was she planning for this?

“Take it out for me” she orders

You slowly turn around to pull her pants down and pull her strap out.

She tells you to get on your knees and you do so without hesitation.

Her flesh hand strokes her strap like she can feel it and you try not to salivate. She taps the thick purple plastic on your lips. “Get it wet”

You lick her strap all over until there’s saliva dripping to the floor. Her hums and slight moans make you dizzy and you attempt to fit it in your throat until a sharp hand tugs your head back.

“That’s enough” she says before she pulls you to your feet by your puff. You don’t even have enough time to wipe the spit from your mouth before she bends you over the desk again and shoves her fingers inside you. 

It only takes a couple minutes for her to finish prepping you. The ‘punishment’ had your pussy leaking enough for the prep to not even be necessary.

She lines her strap up to your hole and you feel her push into you. 

By the time her thrusts start picking up speed, your mind is already deep in the clouds. All you can think of is the push and pull of Sevika’s strap and her degrading encouragements

“Yeah, take this dick, slut” 

“This is all your little mind can think of, huh? Poor baby just wants to be fucked”

It doesn't matter what she says, everything is answered with whines and a mewled “uh huh” 

Her thrusts get harder the louder you moan. She slaps your ass as you start to fuck yourself back on her dick, coaxing you into going faster.

Your pussy clenches the closer you get to your climax and Sevika swears she can feel it.

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

Her permission makes your pussy gush and you shudder through your climax.

She continues fucking into you while your body goes limp. You put your hand on her rocking hips, attempting to stop her movement. 

“M-miss, please. No more-”

She shushes you almost instantly, putting a hand around your mouth, making your back arch in the process.

The squelching of her strap pounding your pussy and the friction on her clit tips her over the edge. She grunts out a moan and slows to a subtle grind until she eventually stills.

Heavy pants and the smell of sex fills the room. She slowly pulls out of you and gently pulls you up to her chest.

She kisses your cheek down to your shoulder and pulls your lacy panties back up. She grabs a long cardigan from the back of her chair and wraps it around you.

Your mind is completely emptied as her husky voice whispers in your ear to go back to your desk.

You sit through the rest of the work day in cum soaked panties until she comes up behind your chair and grips the back of your neck. As you ride in her car, on the way to her apartment - you plot your next act of defiance, hoping she’ll put you in your place again.

[ickyeddiie]

8 year old me would b crying knowing im drawing aphmau fanart in the big 2025

s1ep30 my love

[tartppola]

deucey & yuu, earlier into their friendship, takes place after book 2, before book 3, early in the school year there were people who didn't take kindly to the prefect entering nrc

slightly related comic

[fitryharahap]

Kita sering merasa perlu menjelaskan diri, membela posisi, atau memastikan orang lain mengerti. Padahal, beberapa hal lebih baik dibiarkan berlalu. Tidak semua hal butuh respons. Tidak semua orang layak mendapat jawaban. Dan diam, juga adalah bentuk keberanian untuk tidak ikut bermain dalam dinamika yang melelahkan. Pilah mana yang penting, mana yang hanya sekadar bising.

[jndmmsyhd]

Terkadang, untuk hidup yang rumit itu hanya butuh diam dan bertanya pada diri sendiri, sudah sejauh apa kita kehilangan arah hidup. Dari mulai sholat yang tak lagi nikmat dan terburu-buru, mata yang jarang menangis, dan hati yang keras. Lelah, ya. Jika ternyata semuanya harus diukur dengan dunia.

[9897z]

JENO ♡ ANO-CHAN NO DEN DEN DENPA (250305)

[aksarahumaira]

Ketika aku belum memahami tentang apa yang Engkau pilihkan padaku, Ya Rabb, aku tetap berusaha menjalani apa yang Engkau pilihkan. Berjalan terus, walau belum mengerti hikmah apa yang ada diujung perjalanan.

Bahkan ketika kegagalan berulang kali dilalui, akhirnya aku tahu; bahwa ruh ku sedang Engkau isi dengan caranya berserah diri, caranya berharap hanya kepadaMu, dan caranya mensyukuri nikmat iman yang tak semua hamba Engkau ridhoi.

Mungkin rencanaku "sengaja" dihancurkan agar tak menghancurkanku. Mungkin harapanku sengaja dipatahkan agar tak berbalik mematahkanku.

Kalaulah dunia ini adalah sebuah kereta, maka Engkau-lah yang tau arah kemudinya. Aku hanyalah penumpang yang tak melihat apa yang Engkau lihat. Aku tak tahu apa yang Engkau tahu.

Maka, dari semua pilihan yang Engkau pilihkan untukku --untuk kehidupanku, dari semua hikmah yang berserakan dijalanMu, aku menyadari bahwa; pilihanMu lebih aku cintai dari pilihanku sendiri.

Yaa Rabb, maafkan aku yang sering berprasangka buruk pada segala ketetapan-Mu.

Depok, 8 Mei 2025, 23.00

[officialmichaelnesmith]

homophobic jirving jokes do get me so good but also at the same time it’s like really funny because in relation to the times he’s kind of an ally. diversity win! your lieutenant caught you having gay sex on the boat and the worst he did was suggest you try watercolors and climbing instead! they did still lash you and try to publicly execute you but it miraculously had nothing to do with the sodomy

[dekusleftsock]

I think about this sometimes but I personally love that Horikoshi took the Yandere trope, split it in two, and gave one half to Izuku and Himiko.

Like it’s so fascinating how you can just SEE how purposeful Himiko was as a character in hindsight standing next to him.

Himiko is a really interesting subversion of her trope for two reasons:

She hurts people because she loves them, not for isolation or destruction of the competition (gore/blood is love to her, not necessarily a means to love someone)

She’s not possessive. Like at all.

I’ve seen that hc a few times and it always bothers me. Ochako is for sure a possessive character (we saw that with Hatsume around Izuku way back at the sports festival arc), but Himiko? Really?

You mean the girl who had a crush on a boy AND the girl who also had a crush on the same boy? Her?

You mean the girl who doesn’t hurt people who love who she loves, rather actively encouraging it in the first place? That one? Really?

Like it’s such an integral part to her subversion too. It’s what makes her such a weird and fascinating character. Possessiveness is supposed to be whats ugly about love itself, yet her love remains ugly without it. She is ugly because the fundamental ways in which she sees and feels about the world are considered “wrong”, “dangerous”, and “deviant”.

But Izuku… ohhhh Izuku…

He holds this trait like a badge melted to his skin. My man cannot escape these allegations. It’s to the point where it’s honestly a fundamental to his narrative. Izuku does not act nor feel the same without it.

Izuku holds a cutesy nickname that literally every other childhood friend of Katsuki’s has long left behind, saying his real name instead (this is honestly why I’m also uninterested in a scene where Izuku calls him “Katsuki” instead of “Kacchan”, Katsuki doesn’t represent the same things the name Izuku does, imo at least), izuku “give him back to me” midoriya, holds his dead body to his chest on a cover, freaked out on someone either hurting/offending Kacchan.. 3 times(?), keeping big boy ofa secrets…. The list goes on.

So it’s this main reason that I think their characters are just so. Fucking. Intertwined. I’m glad this has become a more common interpretation because there’s just so much that aligns between them.

Both of them call their “special people” with -chan endings, both by their first names, both deemed deviants/irrelevant by society. It’s no wonder Ochako fell in love with Izuku, just like she did toga, they’re fucking freaks. They’re interesting. They’re weird. They’re overly friendly and socially inept and a little beaten down by the world yet have too much passion to stay on the ground. They’re envious of the ones they love (Ochako of her freedom to be a normal girl, Katsuki for his raw power and harnessed skill), and I guess I just wanted to make this post because I adore how it’s all done.

I LOVE how the yandere trope is used as societal commentary here. Not necessarily as a way to make the main love interest jealous and feel she must protect the main character, nor for some kinky reason surrounding her character, but because the trope is built off of real, ugly feelings that can and do happen. That love can and is considered truly beautiful in all its forms, especially those of queer people.

So I especially love it because it isn’t just limited to Himiko, but Izuku as well. He may never hurt the ones he loves, but he would hurt for them.

A perfect narrative foil on queer and deviant forms of love. Big fan Horikoshi.

[shafiranoorlatifah]

Menjelang usia 30, aku jadi mengerti.

1. Kamu tidak akan mengerti beratnya perjuangan orang tua sampai kamu merasakan menjadi orang tua itu sendiri.

2. Kalau kamu terlalu banyak ide, ide mu ternyata membuat kemajuan, siap-siap kamu akan dibenci banyak orang.

3. Ada banyak hal yang sebaiknya memang tidak perlu kamu omongkan, apalagi sampai tertulis di sosial media.

4. Stop jadi orang gak enakan! Karena seandainya kamu pun tiada, orang itu juga tidak akan peduli kepadamu.

5. Hindari perdebatan. Lebih baik diam dan pergilah. Hatimu juga berhak bahagia.

[terusberanjak]

Semoga keadaan yang sedang kamu hadapi ini tidak membuatmu menghakimi dirimu bahwa kamu tidak beruntung, bahwa takdir tak pernah memihakmu.

Semoga kamu bisa menghargai kuatnya dirimu menghadapi realita yang saat ini membuat seluruh tubuhmu terhuyung-huyung.

Semoga kamu bisa menghormati dan menyayangi dirimu. Berterimakasih banyak karena tidak memilih untuk menghabisi raga diri yang sedang letih-letihnya. Bersyukur karena kamu tidak memilih menyerah walau dalam benak rasanya ingin berteriak.

Semoga kamu tidak mencaci-maki dirimu karena belum sanggup menyelesaikan badaimu hari ini. Belum bisa membuat semuanya kembali seperti biasa. Semoga kamu tidak memarahi dirimu karena kamu belum sampai di ujung pintu keluar.

Sebab badai-badai yang sedang menggoyahkan kakimu itu memang bisa jadi takkan berlalu hari ini. Bisa jadi habisnya besok atau lusa. Tapi pasti berakhir.

@terusberanjak

[ickyeddiie]

who up evil scheming rn

[mang-ius]

Terkadang, Allah membiarkanmu menangis sejenak atas keputusan-Nya, hanya untuk melindungimu dari hal-hal yang bisa membuatmu bersedih lebih lama.

—dari status seorang sahabat lama