#anons are off for a while

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

dont need any of this gaslighting bullshit

[hellenhighwater]

Mocking the deer whose severed head you have on the wall is horrible

I fervently hope that if I die, someone mounts my skull on a plaque, decks it out in pearls and crystals, and makes puns about it. Ideal afterlife, tbh

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[myownwholewildworld]

Hey! Congrats, you just won the "best horny nasty orgasm-inducing peepaw Joel miller ficwriter"! Thank you for your service, comrade. You're one of our greatest leaders in this fandom 🥲

That being said, I'd like to take this opportunity to request some more Joel Miller filth with the depraved thought I just had: horse riding with Joel on patrol and reaching around his body to jerk him off while he tries to keep his shit together while you kiss his neck and whisper the dirtiest things to him. He can't resist his girl and her dirty mouth and ends up cumming all over her hands and his jeans (think these stains will be funny to explain to Tommy when he meets the two of you when you're just arriving back in Jackson, huh?)

well, being bestowed with such a title is the GREATEST HONOUR OF MY LIFE !!! 🥹 no, nonnie, thank you for your horny thots because HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT… he would be hesitant at first cause he wants to do a good job when he's out on patrol, but when you start teasing him... he just can't resist you, your sinful hands wrapping around him... what if you eat his cum? what if you feed it to him too? 🫣

i felt demonic things down there asdfghjklñ please accept this gift, hope u enjoy it omfg <3

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more old man!joel miller dirty fucking filth under the cut 👇

The day had been exhaustingly long—your butt hurt from so much riding, but regrettably not from cock riding, your favourite activity in this decrepit world. Only Joel knew how to keep your worries at bay, and many a times it implied you gushing all over him. You had spent the last five hours atop of Joel’s horse, sitting behind him and hugging his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder. Your back hurt like hell, muscles painfully taut and pulled. And the best way to unwind? Well, you had something in mind.

When you were out on patrol, Joel took his job very seriously, focused on the reconnaissance mission with exasperating diligence. Your advances on him had gone unnoticed by your old man, but you couldn’t blame him for wanting to do a proper job. It was part of his appeal.

However, now on your way back to Jackson, surely he wouldn’t mind. This thought had been nagging at the back of your mind for a while, your laced hands tentatively pressing against his lower tummy. Joel felt so tense under your touch, you knew the best remedy to get him to relax.

Chewing your bottom lip to hide a mischievous grin, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, leaving love bites while your hands slithered under his coat, your cold palms stroking his hairy trail. His skin was hot to the touch, so much you let go of a satisfied sigh.

“Your hands are so damn cold. I told you to wear gloves, darlin’” he tutted at you, eyes watching the path ahead.

“But I don’t like wearing gloves, babe. They get in the way,” you whispered, your mouth caressing the shell of his ear.

“In the way of what?” your poor old man asked innocently.

“Well…” you giggled. Why tell him when you could show him?

You shoved one hand down his worn jeans. Joel wasn’t wearing any boxers, making his cock easily accessible. The steamy warmth his bulge seeped was very much welcomed, your fingers curling around his limp dick.

“If I was wearing gloves, I wouldn’t be able to jerk you off right now, would I?” you teased him, your hand still around him, waiting.

Joel’s back stiffened, his breathing becoming shallower. If you had had one hand over his chest, you would have felt his heart racing at the prospect of your promise. Joel cleared his throat, mouth pressed into a thin line and squirmed a little on the saddle.

“Right now? While riding back home?” he questioned, and if you didn’t know him better, you might have though he sounded perplexed. “Can’t you wait twenty minutes? We’re so close.”

“Oh, you are about to be closer, gorgeous,” you pledged, peppering kisses on the sensitive skin of his neck. “I want to do this now, please.”

Joel huffed and puffed, but didn’t stop you when you gently squeezed his soft dick on your palm. He felt so velvety, warm and like putty under your touch. You enjoyed working him hard, see if you could get him to naturally get it up without the need for blue pills. Sometimes it worked, others didn’t—and you loved doing it either way. There was something powerful about holding him so intimately out in the open, your way to claim your territory. To tell others to back off, because he was yours—yours to love, to fuck.

“And I know you want this too. You like it when I take advantage of an old man like you, huh?” you whispered in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe and pulling it between your teeth.

Joel’s exasperation evolved into a gritted moan when you tugged at his hardening shaft, his jaw clenched in concentration, a palpitating tick near his chin. Considering how you always melted under his attention, seeing the roles reversed for once had you reeling for more.

Movement was restricted, so with your left hand you pulled down the pull tab of his jeans, giving you room to manoeuvre. Your free fingers stalked the zipper before diving in and scooping his heavy, loaded balls. Now his sacks and cock were spilling over the zipper, exposed to the elements and to your undivided attention.

You carefully massaged his balls, taking the weight off him while your right hand clutched around his gifted girth with adoration. Joel’s chocolate eyes fluttered shut, unconsciously leaning back against your chest, relaxing in your welcoming embrace.

“You’re tired, aren’tcha?” you crooned, tracing the bulging vein on his neck with the tip of your nose. “Your bones hurt, don’t they? You’re too old for long patrols now, baby. They leave you exhausted, tense. Should do something more attuned to your age.”

Joel didn’t speak, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You smiled to yourself, licking the salt of his neck, and squeezed his balls harder. Soon your magic worked—a firing pulse went up his length, his cock now throbbing on your hand as it began to stiffen.

Success.

Feeling his erection grow thicker and harder, your lips returned to his ear.

“They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. But you? The way to yours is through your balls. You love when I hold them, massage them for you, just to get your muscles to slacken. You love it when I kiss them and put them in my mouth, don’t you, baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” Joel growled, voice raspy with need.

“Just imagine me with my mouth so full of your balls, how I’d look up at you all innocent and drooling all over your lap, so ready to take your cock,” you purred again, your cunt dampening just with the thought of eating his balls, of giving him head. “And you know my pussy would be so wet, I’d be soaking my panties just for you. Just like I am now.”

Joel’s breathing accelerated, his chest raising in quick succession as you jerked him off with an extra tight grip, your other hand playing with his balls. Completely surrendered to you, to your handling. He was fully erect now, his cock throbbing with a beautiful melody—you could feel his heart pumping blood to his shaft.

You lapped at his neck again, sinking your teeth before soothing the skin with a kiss, then sucked to leave a hickey. Picking up the pace, you squeezed him harsher, your fingers wrapped around his ball sacks, tracing the ridge in the middle with your thumb.

Looking down, you saw his cockhead flushed, angrily red and weeping for you. A shiny pearl of precum topped his tip, and before it slid down his length, you buttered it on his sensitive skin with your thumb.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart. Fuck,” Joel mumbled. You could feel him getting close to release. “Are you wet? Bet your pussy is crying to be stuffed full, ain’t her?”

You laughed, soft and tempting, as you licked behind his ear.

“So, so wet,” you whispered, feeling the warm slick pooling in your slit, leaking and drenching your panties. “If I didn’t have my hands full right now, I would be fucking myself. But no one does it like you do. You make me come so easily, it’s actually embarrassing.”

“It’s ‘cause your sweet pussy is so damn sensitive, darlin’.”

Joel caught you off guard, reaching behind himself to shove a hand down the front of your trousers, rough palm pressing against your mound as his ring finger found the dampness your cunt harboured for him. He flicked your pulsing clit, and you mewled like a kitten in heat.

“You ain’t lying, fuck,” Joel growled, his cock beating faster on your palm.

Letting go of his balls, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and forced him to take his hand out of your underwear. You tsked at him in reproach. “No touching, baby. We are focusing on you right now. Behave for me, please, or I’ll stop.”

Joel grunted but didn’t try again. Instead, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked your slick off his wet ring finger. He moaned, as if he had just tasted the gates of heaven, and just the sight alone of him doing such a thing had you leaking everywhere.

Your free hand returned to his testicles, masturbating him harder, faster now. Peeling his skin back, just to sheathe him again, your thumb stroking the weeping slit. Joel’s chest rumbled with a low baritone, his balls tensing into the base of his cock, and when he was about to spill, you stopped.

“Fuck, I’m behaving!” He gritted, frustrated.

“I know you are, I’m just making sure you got the message,” you giggled, kissing the nape of his neck. “Plus, I like edging you.”

You did that again two more times—increasing the rhythm of your hand, building up his orgasm as his balls grew heavier, full of his white seed, just to suddenly stop. And every time, Joel became more restless, sweat gathering on his prominent brows, ruggedly breathing and jaw so tightly shut you feared he might break a tooth.

“Please,” he begged huskily, walking the edge of his climax again.

You finally took pity on him. Keeping your fingers firmly curled around his thick girth and your palm squeezing his loaded balls, you jerked him off fast until the first white ropes flew everywhere. Joel groaned audibly, his knuckles white around the reins, as his seed landed on your hands, his jeans, the saddle.

And for a minute, he was the gift that kept on giving. You’d edged him so much, he had three rounds of cum ready to shoot. His lap was a complete mess, your knuckles covered in his seed, and you couldn’t resist the urge to raise your hand to your mouth and kitten-lick his cum off your skin until you were all clean.

“You’ve made such a mess, old man,” you tittered again, hand dropping to his lap to sweep the spent off his jeans and the saddle with your fingers before you shoved them down your mouth again. “Mhmm… So fucking delicious, but it tastes better when you feed it to me directly off your cock. Fresh from the source.”

“You love running your mouth, don’tcha?” Joel husked when he finally found his voice, regulating his breathing. “Filthy girl.”

“I learnt from the best.”

When you finished cleaning your hands, his jeans and the saddle, you noticed he had some drops of cum on the back of his right hand. You gathered it all on your index finger, you offered it to him with a naughty smile, to feed it to him yourself.

“Help me clean up,” you whispered, bringing his cum closer to his lips. “Don’t wanna do all the work myself, s’not fair.”

Joel hesitated for a second, but when his mouth hung open, you put your finger between his lips. His tongue swirled around your finger, eating his own cum.

Once he licked your digit clean and nipped teasingly at your fingertip, your hand dropped to his chest, feeling his racing heart even over his winter coat. Your pussy fluttered needily—something about Joel tasting his own spent had you hornier than ever.

You sighed heavily, feeling your heartbeat on your clit now, while you delicately pushed his half-hard cock and balls back into his jeans and zipped him up.

“You better pay me well after this,” you warned him, rocking your hips on the saddle so you could get some friction on your crying cunt. “I need to get fucked real bad right now.”

“Wait till we get home, young lady. I’mma rearrange your fucking guts, and that’s a promise I intend to keep,” there was no trace of joke nor doubt in his deep voice.

His oath had you gnawing at his shoulder. And luckily, five minutes later you were in the stables in Jackson, handing Joel’s horse to a boy and girl nearby to take care of it.

Tommy walked in, a tired expression and a dirty rug twisting on his hands.

“Any trouble out there?”

“No, none. It was actually quite peaceful and uneventful, right, Joel?” you ventured a soft smile in your old man’s direction.

Joel gave a stern nod, eyeing you like a predator, as if you were a little innocent lamb ready to be devoured by a hungry, wild wolf.

“What happened to your jeans?” Tommy asked, one eyebrow cocked.

“I spilled my water bottle when I opened it to drink, that’s all,” Joel quickly replied.

Tommy’s head tilted, then shrugged before he disappeared. You could bet he hadn’t bought Joel’s poor excuse.

“When I fucking catch ya,” Joel closed the distance between you two, his thumb pushing your chin up for a kiss.

“First you’ll have to catch me,” you went on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck, then turned around and ran home with Joel on your heels.

You were about to be punished for your daring, and you couldn’t wait for it to happen.

[canisalbus]

Are you participating in artfight this year? I know things have been a little stressful for you as of late (I offer you a warm bowl of soup) but I would love to make attacks of your characters!

Thanks for asking! But I think I better sit this one out. I'm not prepared for it mentally or physically. Drawing is still difficult for me, even personal, low-stakes doodles that shouldn't feel challenging at all. It wouldn't be very wise to add the pressure and expectations of art fight on top of that.

My last year's contribution was pathetic and I got so overwhelmed towards the end I still haven't managed to comment on several of the attacks I received, and I've been feeling guilty about it all year. I can't bear to disappoint people by underperforming two years in a row ´v`

[dipperscavern]

Hi its crow i'm sick and thinking about the way Jon would grab your face when he's kissing you because he wants you even more close than is humanly possible. #needthat

He would do the same thing with your hips when he's inside you (or eating you out) OMG WHO WROTE THIIIS

as soon as i read this i was hit with the force of 1000 thomas the tank engines. i need you to walk with me

jon is such a yearner. whenever you both finally confess your love for one another, i can absolutely guarantee you he has been in love with you since a Minimum of six months prior. years is not a stretch at all. and he's been all alone at castle black, wanting you so badly for so long - its only natural that when he finally has you & is able to kiss you he attempts to defy every natural law there is to be as close to you as possible

like, youre stood there, not just letting him kiss you but kissing him back - and he's got your spine curving from leaning back because of how much he keeps leaning in. you'd stumble if not for his hands around your waist helping to support you

[lilithschosen]

Hello. It is becoming rapidly apparent I am probably should not be working, but alas, I must wage slave regardless. Could I perhaps beg you to write them getting it on freaky style? I go so feral for sub/bottom Rio like. Ohhhh my god. Thinking about Rio bordering on tears Begging for it + squirting strap 🫣 Overstimulation maybe. perhaps even a sprinkling of mommy kink if you feel so inclined.

*brushes off cobwebs from this prompt* oh hey, buddy. hey. how's it goin? you've been in my inbox for a while, i'm sorry. don't worry, your eyes will adjust to the sudden light.

anyway lmao

"Kneel."

Rio looks over her shoulder, hands against the top drawer of her dresser. She doesn't move, causing Agatha to grunt in annoyance.

She kicks Rio's feet apart and grabs her by the waist. Rio snaps forward, barely able to hold herself over it. Agatha slides her hand between Rio's thighs, pressing herself crotch first against Rio's ass.

"I said," she growls in Rio's ear, the thick bulge underneath her sweatpants pinning Rio against the dresser. "Kneel."

Rio's hands slowly drop from the drawer, reaching back to touch Agatha only for her arm to be bent behind her back and shoved down to the ground with a thud.

"You wanna play stupid, yeah?"

Rio shook her head, facing the dresser. She holds a moment before slowly turning her shoulders to test the waters. Agatha doesn't stop her, instead allowing her girlfriend to fully face her while remaining on her knees.

She cups her jaw, calloused hands brushing against soft skin and tracing lines across her throat with the back of her fingers.

"You're always prettiest on your knees."

Rio melts in Agatha's palm, pupils dilating. Agatha smirks from the reaction, other hand reaching for her waistband. Rio's eyes widen with anticipation, flicking between Agatha's face and the hand starting to tug at the fabric.

"Oh?" Agatha questions, voice thick with condescension. "Is there something you want, sweet girl?"

"Just need you, daddy."

The pet name.

The title.

Agatha wets her lips before she grins. "What else, baby?"

Rio's eyes fall to the now still hand against Agatha's waistband, her pinky and ring finger fully underneath. "Your cock."

Agatha hums, middle finger flipping underneath the waistband but moving no further.

"Mommy wants daddy's cock?" Rio presses her thighs together as she nods. "How bad?"

Rio reaches up with both hands, touching the top of Agatha's clothed thighs. She inches them closer in tandem toward the bulge until she can wrap her hands around the thick length through her pants, mouth falling open.

"Really, really," Rio begins, looking up through her lashes while she moves her face toward her hands and away from Agatha's palm on her jaw. "Really badly."

She lifts her hands up while they're still clasped around the toy, and presses and open mouth kiss against the shaft.

Her wet mouth soaks the light grey of the fabric, leaving behind darkened imprints.

"Jesus."

Agatha runs her fingers through her hair, throwing it back behind her head and out of her face. Her other hand fully dips underneath her pants and grabs at the toy underneath, pulling it away from Rio's hands and up over the waistband.

Rio immediately spots which toy it was, the small hole at the tip being the dead giveaway.

"Go ahead," Agatha rasps, "Get it nice and wet before I fuck you."

Rio wastes no time, plump lips wrapping around the head of the toy. She hollows her cheeks and relaxes her throat as she welcomes the length in with practiced ease.

Agatha's clit throbs against the harness, watching with rapt attention while her girlfriend sucks her silicone cock.

She can feel it.

The phantom touch between her legs.

Rio's hot, wet mouth against her and not just around some silicone toy.

She feels it and wants more.

Agatha grips the toy at the base, pulling out of Rio's mouth entirely. Rio frowns at the loss, saliva dribbling out past her lips.

"Take your fucking pants off."

Agatha drops to her knees, shifting Rio forward on her elbows before she could even get a chance to do as she was told. She settles behind her, ripping off Rio's plaid pajama pants, and thrusts the toy between her thighs. The shaft of the toy rubs against her clit through her underwear and she chokes a surprised moan.

"God, I bet you're dripping. So ready for me to fill you up."

Rio groans, grinding her hips against the toy forced between her legs. Agatha barks a laugh, hand on Rio's ass as she fucks the length in and out.

"Please, daddy," Rio begs, holding her forearms underneath her and lifting her backside further up to entice Agatha. "Need you. Fuck me, I need it."

Agatha's eyes flutter shut at the fragment of sensation of Rio's thin, cotton underwear against the toy. Almost as if she could feel Rio's arousal beginning to soak through the fabric.

"Keep begging," Agatha claps her palm against Rio's ass cheek. "I don't believe you."

Rio whines, rocking against Agatha harder and more determined. "Daddy, please!"

Agatha keeps her movements, pistoning the toy between Rio's thighs. "Louder."

Rio swallows hard, the heat in her lower belly building with each drag of the toy.

"I need you so fuckin' bad," she slurs her words, overwhelming drool in her mouth making it hard to speak. "Need you to fuck me, fill me. Breed me."

The words send a jolt of electricity through Agatha's spine and she snaps her hips forward hard. She leans over Rio's back and bites down on her shoulder.

Rio cries out, throwing her ass back into Agatha's hips. "Please!"

Agatha shoves her underwear to the side, dragging the toy against her drenched folds until she slips fully out and teases the tip into her entrance.

"Are you sure you need it?"

Rio groans, slamming her hips back and sheathing the full toy inside of her with ease. "Oh, fuck."

Agatha was too stunned to speak, her cock now filling Rio to the brim in an instant.

She can't control herself, imagining the pure heat of Rio's cunt stretching to fit her entirely.

All for her.

"You were fucking made for me," Agatha's nostrils flare while her hands take hold of Rio's hips. "This pussy is mine. Always mine."

She pulls out again, watching as the toy reappears from Rio's core now coated in her slick. Rio mewls out from the sudden emptiness before Agatha rushes to fill her again.

"Yes!"

Agatha thrusts in and out hard, hips drilling the toy with an immediate and bruising pace. Rio can only groan with each impact of Agatha's strap against her cervix.

"Tell me you love it," Agatha starts to pant, hips slapping into Rio's backside, "Tell me you love daddy's cock."

Rio gasps, her hips dropping from the unrelenting pace. Agatha doesn't bother to lift her again, instead continuing to fuck her into the floor.

"I-I love your cock!"

Agatha lifts a hand from Rio's waist and grabs a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back while she keeps fucking her.

"That's it, mommy," Agatha chuckles through her breathing, "Take it. Take my fucking cock, and take my fucking load."

Rio's brain clouds over, her orgasm building rapidly. She can only moan jumbles sounds of words, holding her forehead against the plush carpet of their bedroom floor.

"Gonna cum in you and fuck it back in."

Agatha reaches for the black syringe attached to the dildo, the one she tucked at her hip and previously filled with the white, silky lubricant.

"Please," Rio shouts, eyes rolling into her head as her walls tighten around the toy, "Cum in me, daddy. Fill me. Need to feel you so deep."

Agatha clenches her jaw as she holds her thumb against the plunger of the syringe, fucking Rio hard and fast. She feels it at the base of her spine and connects to the toy with each thrust moving her closer and closer to her undoing.

"So close," she mutters, hips stuttering a half pump into Rio's pussy before she regains herself. "Give it to me, baby."

Rio screams out Agatha's name, partially muffled from the carpet and Agatha slams down on the plunger. She fills Rio with the silky lube, toes curling as she cums as well.

Agatha rocks her hips into the harness, her own pleasure running down her leg while she holds down on the plunger to make sure every drop was inside of Rio.

"That's my girl," Agatha coos, still fucking the toy in and out of Rio through both of their orgasms, "Take it. Fucking take it."

Rio whimpers, body limp underneath Agatha. She feels so deliciously full, only able to roll her head to the side and exhale loudly while her brain reboots.

Agatha pumps the toy in once, twice, then a third final time before pulling out entirely. The silky, white lubricant bubbles out of Rio's cunt, pooling out underneath her and Agatha groans at the sight of it.

"You need to be filled like that more."

Agatha pulls apart Rio's folds with a thumb, eyes focused on nothing but her cum seeping out from Rio. Committing the sinful image to memory.

Rio's eyelids were too heavy to fight against, instead just flexing her calf muscles in a halfhearted attempt to move. Agatha bites down on her lower lip, fingers extending out to dig into the flesh of Rio's ass as she exhales a content, happy sigh.

Her other hand catches the dribbles of the lube, the silky white mixing with Rio's release so deliciously she didn't want to see it all wasted when a thought crosses her mind.

"What's your colour, baby?"

Rio opens an eye, lifting up on her elbows. Head turned to try to look at Agatha, she croaks out a tentative "green" before falling back down.

"Good girl."

She coats the combination of their cum around her fingers before she tucks them into Rio's cunt.

Two fingers curled down to hit the spongy spot just inside beyond her pubic bone. Rio chirps in surprise, biting down on her tongue accidentally while her body lurches up to pull off of Agatha's fingers. She was sore, but oh so wet.

"No," Agatha scolds, moving forward to catch Rio and stop her retreat. "You said green, hon. I'm not done with you."

She fits three fingers inside of Rio quickly, fanning them apart before pulling them out and filling her again.

"Fu-uck," Rio hiccups, her hips barely able to lift from the floor while Agatha begins to fuck her with her fingers. "Daddy, please."

Agatha's upper lip twitches, nearly pulling up into a snarl at the immediate begging. "Already, sweetheart?"

The tone strikes her core. The cold, condescending line while she can feel Rio's cunt fluttering and sucking her digits in as deep as they can.

Rio groans with a low, raspy sound from her chest. She nearly creeps forward again away from Agatha before she's stopped with a firm, flat palm on her lower back.

"You're gonna give me one more," Agatha stares plainly, the vein in her bicep more prominent as she increases her thrusts. "You hear me? Give me another."

She pistons her hand harder and faster, nowhere near how she can fuck Rio with a harness but still just as good. The noises falling from Rio's lips start loud and desperate, but quickly dissolve into tiny choking sounds as if she were struggling to even breathe from it all.

Agatha smiles with too many teeth and a wild look in her eye. "That's it, come on. Cum for daddy."

It's too much for Rio, having barely recovered from the intense orgasm earlier. She pinches her eyes closed to fight back the tears brimming from just how overwhelming it all was.

White hot pleasure rocks her to the depths of her soul while her body immediately tenses. She digs her hands into the carpet, holding herself steady as she coats Agatha's hand in her desire. The remnants of the cum lube manages to dribble out around Agatha's slowing fingers, pumping them in and out before she finally pulls out entirely to enjoy the mess she's made of the woman underneath her.

She pats Rio's ass with her wet hand, smug at the vision before her. "Daddy's proud of you, sweet girl."

Rio grunts, bordering on the verge of sleep after everything. Agatha sheds the strap from her waist, setting it on the floor before scooping Rio up in her arms with ease.

"We'll clean up in the morning," she presses a brief, sweet kiss to Rio's cheek, "Let's get you in bed before we both hate ourselves in the morning from sleeping on the floor. Again."

[sengenism]

Your post about Senku being a Gen hater is pure gold, because it's so funny and true. Senku darling, why are you so obsessed with a fake magician? Because that's the real question, why would Gen in particular bother you when there were many similar people in the entertainment world in his time, why not just ignore him and move on? But no, Senku read his books just to criticize him and call him a fake in the stone world, I know you said that Gen's attitude maybe bothers him because it clashes with his own extremely honest personality, but the truth is that just like you said, Senku has no problem with Gen lying and manipulating as long as he's on his side.

omg anon EXACTLYYY! u put my tags/thoughts in such a perfect way THANK YOUU

like lmao yeah senku was SO not amused about being lied and manipulated to. not that he was ever fully a victim of gen's scams but he didn't like it regardless. held that strong negative opinion throughout 3700+ years senku is a #real hater

but then gen starts to turn the manipulation onto others for senku's sake...

(of course, while still making sure to call gen a fraud in his head here though)

and suddenly they're reading each other's minds and scamming other people together

like ??? u've GOT to be kidding me bro be fr

[bastardofharrenhal]

real funny how everyone goes out of their way to hate catelyn for daring to not like jon but lyanna’s negative reaction to the mere existence of mya stone is glorified as a girlboss standing on business moment

I'd clock into my shift as cat's defender any day of the week, but let's not pretend like those things r the same. lyanna wasn't hating on mya stone nor any other bastard - she was clocking robert and the fact he wouldn't change in marriage or in love no matter how much ned hoped he would, in which she was right, btw. cat was hating on jon because he was the only person she could punish for ned's infidelity. ned is her husband and inherently had power over her, she didn't know who jon's mother was and speculation on her identity was forbiden by ned, and if she tried to rebel against ned, who she loves, she'd only make herself miserable, bring to light the cracks in her marriage and earn nothing. Her resentment of jon isn't because jon did something wrong, its because he exists and ned constantly undermined her as his wife and the mother of his heirs. robert, on the other hand, did not have that power over lyanna and wouldn't until they married. he had not right to forbid her from speaking of his bastards or being upset by them or drawing conclusions. let's not put two bad bitches in two bad situations against one another

[miiilowo]

i love the acceptance of like weird fetish shit on this website but especially in the gore department. i know a lot of people only see appeal in it like metaphorically but i feel like being okay with it even if its not something youre into is a good gateway into processing that a lot of other spookyscary fetishes/kinks/paraphilias/etc aren't really harmful at all 98% of the time and that being a weirdo freak whos into weirdo freak shit doesn't make you a bad person. there is like 1 very obvious exception to this (we all know. what it is.) but in general just like. idkkk. who gives a fuckkkkkk

[yaekiss]

its monsterfucking hours again. maybe ive just been watching too many minecraft horror mods but i need an eldritch being of mass destruction obsessed with me right now sigh. -🪻

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝟑𝑳𝑫

꩜ Room Content: GN! Researcher! Reader x Yandere! Ivory Wraith, no gendered terms for reader, mild horror(?), lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: omg minecraft horror mod videos... is it by any chance The Obsessed? Hmmm honestly any character could have eldritch potential if you try hard enough. Tried out a new way of writing for this one, lmk if it's effective for this fic! ꩜ Spin this wheel and submit a prompt + character for a quick blurb!

Experiment 3LD, helmed by the renowned Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇. The experiment will be conducted over a period of 44 days. See below for the assistant researcher's compiled voice notes:

1VRY.

Day 4, 10.03am - Otherwise known as the Ivory Wraith, we have managed to contain it within a temporary holding cell for the time being. A more advanced enclosure facility is currently being built for it. Although we are still unsure of exactly its abilities work, a strict rule of no mirrors within a set radius has been implemented.

Day 13, 12.45pm - Monitoring the experiment subject proves to be challenging. Its behavior seems to vary wildly from staying abnormally still, akin to a statue carved from pure ivory, to clawing at its neck and stalking to and fro frantically in its cell. The sight is wildly unsettling resulting in all of the other researchers vacating the observation room.

Day 21, 4.38pm - It seems that we have managed to procure a relic related to the experiment subject. It is an ivory necklace, inset with deep blue jewels. The Ivory Wraith seems to have the ability to sense whenever someone is in contact with the relic, where as soon as one of the other researchers touches a part of the necklace, it immediately appears in front of the observation glass, its expression terrible and haunting. Due to this, most of the other researchers have requested to leave the research team, leaving myself as the sole and resulting, assistant researcher.

Day 32, 6.20pm - 1VRY has appeared to have realised that the sole researcher left on behind the observation glass is myself. Strangely enough, its aggressive behavior has lessened, as long as no contact is made with the ivory necklace relic. Now, it usually spends its days hovering around the front of its cell where the glass is, its gaze never parting from my position. Occasionally, trills and whispers are heard from the otherwise quiet surroundings. Its larger, more fully equipped enclosure facility is finally done and attempts to transfer 1VRY will be made in the coming days when the team is fully prepared.

Day 40, 10.13pm - Preparations by the researcher team, consisting solely of myself, and the moving team are almost complete. 1VRY's behavior has reverted back to before, where it is erratic and volatile, prone to lashing out at the observational glass whenever my presence is requested elsewhere, resulting in scratches engraved into the glass. The whispers have also grown in frequency, although no one else has reported hearing anything. Additionally, the same behavior is observed when someone else other than myself is also in the observation room. This has made it difficult to efficiently prepare for its transfer but with consistent effort, we estimate that it could be done in about 4 days' time.

Day 42, 11.04pm - The moving team has just packed up and moved the ivory necklace relic to the new enclosure facility. This however, contradicts the earlier observations of how 1VRY reacts aggressively to the relic being touched by people other than myself. As of right now, it is still continuing its previous docile behavior of simply staring through the glass. Stranger yet, it seems to shift into something more unnatural between bleary blinks. Something smiling too wide with too many teeth, its usual blue eyes a vivid red, along with a swath of tentacles behind its form. However, unnatural does not necessary equate to threatening, perhaps this could be a sort of tempting and alluring another individual. Or it could just be a mirage ability it has? Note to self: Stop staying too late in the observational room...

Day 43, 11.49pm - Terrible miscommunication has occurred between myself and the moving team. It turns out that the ivory necklace was not moved by them. And yet, no one else has come into contact with the relic. 1VRY's transfer must be done immediately with how the certain preparations only allow us a limited timeframe of working with it. There is no choice but for me to search for the relic so that the transfer can go through in the next few hours. Despite the ongoing panic beyond the glass, 1VRY has taken on a sort of behavior that suggests attraction towards something in the observational room. There is no available time for myself to properly document its new state as of the current situation, and it does not help that the lights overhead have been flickering. [Faint static can be heard before the voice note ends.]

Day 44, 12.11am - [The voice note is interspersed with bouts of static, making it hard to decipher at some parts.] I... I don't understand. Why is the ivory necklace in my ▇ab coat pocket? I haven't touched the relic since the contact tests c▇nduct▇d on it on Day 22. This makes no s▇nse. [Sounds of shuffling, presumably the researcher moving.] 1VRY...?

Day 44, 12.29am - [Alarms blare overhead. The static grows worse.] Thi▇ is terrible. The lights in th▇ holdin▇ cell have g▇ne out, altho▇gh it remains o▇ in here. There shou▇ be a flashl▇ght here somewhere. [Sounds of shuffling, then a click, presumably the flashlight turning on.] F▇ck f▇ck f▇ck f▇ck. Where is it? [A chilling laugh is heard, followed by a low trill before the voice note cuts out abruptly.]

Day 44, 12.44am - [The voice note is eerily quiet, no alarms or commotion in the background. The voice speaking is new.] Presented as gift, there is no thief. Drown with me. Forever.

Additional information:

Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇ has put out an order for this experimental failure to be kept under wraps. Not a single soul outside of the organisation can learn of this. Although, there have been rumors swirling of a mysterious file on their desk. [3LD - "Assistant Researcher"]

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[tanblaque]

OFF Valley, The Batter Headcanons:

• The Batter can't be found much around the town. He is mostly locked in his apartment. You can spot him however when he does his weekly grocery shopping to Le Zacharie, at The Church on Sundays, or in random areas on rare opportunities.

• He has a job at The Carnival.

• He's really hard to get close to, good luck finding his interests and gaining his trust! (Try a cup of black coffee.)

• The Batter, Zacharie, and Sugar were really close friends back then, hanging out often. Things changed, however, when The Batter settled down and had a family.

• The Batter wasn't the most responsible father and husband and soon got divorced.

• He's antagonistic, rude, and doesn't hold conversations long.

• He once went into a 'cafe' fight with Dedan, Japhet, and Enoch, and the 3 remember it like history. They also don't have good opinions on him.

• Dedan being his neighbor on the same floor always blasts the loudest music to spite The Batter.

• .̴̢̢͔̝̗̞̳̬̭̜͙͕͕̝͍͚̰̯̥͎̱̖̮͕͔͚͙̥͒̔̈́́̏͌̔̃̿̐̒̉̿̒́̈́̈͒́͒͗͊͌̀͗͘͘͝͠ͅ-̸̛͉̭̦̞͍͎̬̱͙̰͉̯̤̱̜̒̀̓̐͐͊̔̀́̌̈́̄͒̏͑͋̋̉͋̕̚͘̕͝͝.̷͔̣͈̈́̈́̓̆̕͝.̸̘̱̺̦͔̼̘͊́̓͛͐̀͒̂̀̌̃̆̓͜͠ ̵̨̢̧̫̹̮͔̖̼͈̱̩̳͍̫̱̖͖͕͔̭̭͎̰̱͌̀́͘-̷̡̝̲̙̠̼̲͖̟̜͎̑̍̽̽͝-̵̨͓͙̟̩̱͇̣͎̱̻̺̮͙̘̿̅̅̓̅̿̚-̶̢̥̹̬̝̺̫͇̲͍̪̫̿̒͐͋̆͑̂͂̿̊̏̑͗͒̄̏̓̌͛̽̄̍́̕͝ ̴̛͖̼̫͍̩̖̝̖̣͇͔̹̻̬̬͖̖̞̘̳̗̘̒̿͋̂̒̿̋̔̅̆̏̃͋̆̆̐̔͠͠͝ͅͅ.̶̧͉̻̠̯͓̭͉̱̝̳̲̰̹̼͔̳̬́̒͐́̐̾̓͊̑̓̐̚.̸̧̨̡̻̭͎̗̬̺͔̯̮̇̏̀̐̐̾̕͝.̶̤̝͓̙̀̄̋̾͐͠͝ ̶̛̻̔̔̍́̓̄̄̋̂̅̃̏͑́͆͋͝-̵̛̭͙̜̙̯͓̪̟͉̞͙̪̹͉͚̗̹͇͇̟̗̣͖͑̉̓̈́͗̎̓̀̆͌͂̓̈̏̐̍̔́͜͝͝

[1000sunnygo]

People get really mad about this, but WHAT IF Corazon is alive?

I know I can really sound delusional after so many time (saw someone saying that if he did were alive, he would reappear in Dressrosa, but I think it would b too on top of the loop. Not Oda style). But WHAT IF!

There is a plothole for him to come back, we all know that. One piece characters don't die so easily. And when Doffy shoot him, what if he shoot the right spots so he brother doesn't die? Just like in One Piece Academy?

(probably failed not sounding delusional but)

So if there's a really tiny chance he's alive somewhere, with little memories maybe, wouldn't be a fun last challenge to Law?

Fight ur not so dead dad and get the One piece?

I think a heart wrenching aspect of Cora's 'uncertain' passing is that Law might've subconsciously waited for Cora during his stay at Swallow. Maybe 'silence' was dispelled because Cora san passed out? Maybe he survived gunshots like the countless wounds he survived before, and he was right about Doffy not having it in him to kill his brother? I've loved this comic for exploring this idea.

What if Cora is alive, though? I can indulge you a bit so people will think twice before calling you out next time 😎

Here's one in courtesy of Japanese YouTuber kayokky-ch. Back in chapter 49 during Baratie arc, the cooks described a customer like this, and it was never addressed afterwards :

Aren't these some wicked coincidences? Red eyes, wine addiction, bursting in flames - all points click.

Add Oda's tendency to keep people alive. Theories write themselves.

We have seen Whitebeard and Ace's fruit re-emerged, but Cora's is yet to return. Oda has a knack to work with old bits of information he spread around, especially with Saul's comfirmed survival, you can speculate other possibilities.

At least, the possibility isn't at 0%, so if Oda wakes up one day and decides Cora's incredible popularity deserves some attention... it'll be controversial but not a complete retcon.

A definitive proof in favor of Cora's death was the mariner's report and the image they attached to it. At least, Sengoku was supposed to know.

Unless you have a case where Cora was clinically dead for some time and then returned to life, and now Sengoku is keeping his survival a secret.

The theory above speculates that he might be "The man marked by flame", and that's why Law was particularly focused on when this mysterious person was brought up. I'm not sure what sort of agenda Cora would have if he returns. What's your theory behind Rosi possibly confronting Law, anon?

Personally, I've come in terms with the fact that Cora has died. Although, It's a shame that Law never got to return his "love you." Since Oda was somewhat involved with One Piece Odyssey, I like to imagine that Law's words to Cora here are checked by Oda himself. I thought they were very sweet.

Thanks for the ask!

[trickstersaint]

Hello, I love your poetry and you have a beautiful, cutting way with words that makes it feel like your poems are slicing into my chest as I read the words. My point is, though I'd tell someone more eloquent about this. I spent my lunch break today moving worms, mostly dead, off the pavement. Had a couple coworkers ask why, and dunno something about hoping that when I die, someone is considerate or bored enough to move my body somewhere safe, to at least grant my corpse the ability to lie at somewhat peace

no, i get it. i get it. i've been sitting and staring and thinking about this ask for a couple of days and it won't leave my head... i don't know if it's the headspace i'm in or just something about the specific feeling. been thinking and writing about this ask and the worms, though. cried about it a little bit. i don't think i managed to capture exactly what the feeling is, but i have this, in return, to offer.

[post-uwuifier]

How many death threats have you received since you created that blog?

suwpwisingwy, none! UwU

[marzipanandminutiae]

Intentionally dumbing down programmes is bad, but I am very confused about this weird painting of having a show on while doing something else as a)new and b)evil

I remember the TV in my grandma's kitchen. Angled away from where she would cook, towards the table, and always on. Same with my other grandma, but the TV was in the living room, and it didn't matter that her sewing machine was so loud it was all you could hear, the TV was on. My father always had the TV on as well, sometimes he wasn't even in the same room.

Maybe it's a culture thing, I'm Italian, not from the US, but half watching a show while doing something else to me growing up was the norm, not the weird thing

It's weird on the part of Netflix, I think. I'm certainly not opposed to it, though like I said, if I want to pay attention to the plot I'm going to actually Watch It Intently

It's definitely a thing here, too, and has been for a while- if you watch the movie Titanic, at the beginning Rose's granddaughter has the news on while they're doing other things around the house. it's only when the piece about the Titanic comes on that Rose tells her to turn the TV up so she can pay attention

(my parents actually clashed about this when I was growing up- Dad grew up with six siblings and two parents who worked, so Background TV was a thing even thought the tech was relatively new. Mom grew up in a more sedate household where watching TV was something you focused entirely on, and the TV was off otherwise. they drove each other crazy about it)

what's strange, I think, is changing serious narrative programs that are trying to tell a story to account for the assumption that people won't be paying attention. because like I said...I think most people don't use something they want to Actively Watch as background noise in that way