#true prepare to cry

[art-from-within]

There’s a reddit post on r/eldenringdiscussions called “post-DLC opinion of Mohg” or smthing it talks about how Mohg would have probably been worshipped in the shadow lands and it made me hella sad

The hornsent would have had their horny heads blown off at the mere presence of Mohg because of how unfathomably based he was by their own metrics. fucking LOOK AT HIM BRO. Like, actually let us look at him. Even without the hornsent/golden order "ooh omen divine/evil" propaganda, he alone stands majestic. You could have had no context before entering mohgwyn palace and still come out of that fight thinking "Okay he was definitely a big deal".

A hornsent stands beneath him; He is tall, aloft, his wings like a roof over their world. He delivers, from every angle, the ambience of a divine lord. His drip is immaculate, his horn alignment is omen goals, his bloodboon generous with strength. He is THAT o-MAN. Mf emerges out of a pool of his own blood, blinged out, and slays tarnished trespasser with pitchfork. +100000000 aura. He walks, struts, fights like a born king/lord/god. He is proud too, reveling in the fire of his noble blood. The formless mother of truth herself plays as his godly patron; He is EVERYTHING that would have had that hornsent noble npc frothing from his mouth

I am convinced that, in the shadow lands, he would have been worshipped as a figure of divinity. An irrefutable proof of their own blessed nature. People would have kissed the very grounds he walked on, maybe even make headdresses mimicking the heart shape of his horns. He would have had it ALL, and his mother took that from him. And his father. And the world they brought after. It is tragic man.

[leverage-ot3]

hozier starting to sing take me to church and then unfurling a pride flag healed something in me actually

if you listen closely you can hear me yell ‘oh my god’ when he does it

[epiclad]

Working on a normal day

VS

Working when I realized Shadow of the Erdtree drops in 3 days

[quietautumn]

i've been on an utdr fangame watching spree lately since i've never thought to do it until now. crazy how these people just keep dropping bangers

[hauntingblue]

Buggy worrying so much about roger....

[couldbebetterforsure]

Wow, I'm having so much fun going through the Enstars stories for my darlings from Ryuseitai!!! 😊 I've heard a lot of good things about this Meteor Impact story, apparently it's one of the most popular stories from the original game? Ooh, and it's centered on Chiaki and Kanata meeting for the first time and forming the Ryuseitai we know now? Hey, maybe I should check out this one next then!

......You know what, maaaaaaybe I'll hold off on this one for now.....

[figgyblossom]

When u make a really plan for the next couple days before bed and go to sleep feeling accomplished and like maybe you're capable enough to get through the next few days in a relatively "successful" way and then your eyes open the next morning and it's like the breaking of the damn at isengard and a river of emotions and thoughts that you do Not have neither the time nor space to fight thru crash into your brain and once you finally get through the initial deluge and pull yourself from bed determined to regroup so your whole day is not lost or weighed down by the weigh of it all you make yourself a cup of coffee and go to sit in the fresh air of the outside to consume it and spill the entire mug on the ground because sometimes your wrist and fingers Just Don't Work

[art-from-within]

I don't get why a lot of ppl interpret this as saying that mohg used to throw blood pots at ppl when young, which couldn't be possible since he was most likely SHACKLED through out his childhood?

We know how the shackle works. It literally PINS THEM head first into the ground. How the fuck was he doing allat while his face in mud?

It could instead be referring to the fact that the "spirits" were the Lord of blood's childhood memory, and not the pot slinging itself. We know that omens in general are being haunted by wraiths (hornsent elders) in their sleep, causing them to have terrible nightmares. Speaks more to the idea that he weaponized his trauma later on after escaping, the way morgott does (his blood sword/stick), thus his crest in it.

[ankela]

oh fuck off dream. playing a very very cruel joke on me

[pilotstreets]

can you die of anxiousness!!!!!!!

[cloudbends]

Shoushimin translation is finally fully out.... And all I can say is...... What the fuck........... It was so good........

[gayinternetsideways]

you know demolisher seemed really upset when he learned sideways was the most treacherous traitor in all of treacheryland I wonder was it just because he was tricked into going against Megatron or if he considered sideways a friend of sorts..

[harlotofandraste]

therapy is fun, she just has to say either the words "parents" or "guilt" and i just start sobbing. fun times.

[red-garden]

Liu Qingge is getting nowhere with his courting attempts. Shen Qingqiu just isn’t getting it. He does not have plany of rope.

He has one option: Shang Qinghua

He steals himself before nocking on his least favorite martial brother’s door.

“Oh! Liu-shidi! What uhhhh…. What’s up?”

“I want to court Shen Qingqiu.”

“Come inside.”

As the little peak lord makes tea, Liu Qingge notices a definite shift in demeanor. Sitting down, he spreads over his chair in a most undignified fashion. “So you want my blessing to court my best friend.”

“What? No.”

Shang Qinghua looks miffed. “So why are you here?”

Liu Qingge grits his teeth. “He has not responded to any of my courting gifts,” deep breath, “You are closest to him. How do I make him fall for me?”

Shang Qinghua has been nodding along, stroking his chin as if he had a beard. “I see. I’m obligated to tell you as an emotionally mature adult that you can’t make someone love you. However. As Cucumber’s best friend and your shixiong, I know exactly what you need to do.”

Liu Qingge leans forward. “Yes?”

The little lord shrugs, nonchalant smile on his face. “Act pathetic! Act like you need his help soooo much and you can’t live without him! Trust me, he loves to mommy people.”

Liu Qingge raises an incredulous eyebrow. “What.”

“The most important step is to cry in front of him. He’d fuck a snake if it cried.”

Liu Qingge bristles with the insult to his intended. He knows Shen Qingqiu has a rather crass bond with Shang Qinghua so he lets it side. For now.

“And you’re sure this will work?”

“100% satisfaction garunteed. He needs to stop moping over his disciple, and to do that, he needs a new pathetic little guy to fuss over. You have my blessing shidi.”

———

Shang Qinghua’s horrible advice was working.

On his most recent monster delivery, Liu Qingge purposely let the beast catch him on the back of his hand. Drawing attention to it, Shen Qingqiu immediately brought him into the bamboo house, dressed the wound, and cooed over him the entire time. It was heavenly.

Next time he came by to clear Shen Qingqiu’s meridians, he trips over a chair, falling flat on his face. Not only did Shen Qingqiu tell him he was being so brave, he also kissed his forehead. Shen Qingqiu kissed him!

The plan was progressing, but he still hadn’t employed the supposedly most important strategy: crying.

Liu Qingge was a stoic man by nature. He hadn’t cried in…. Wow, decades. Huh.

He prepared well. An armload of onions to chop. Pepper flakes if that wasn’t enough.

He shows up to Shen Qingqiu’s door, face ruddy, eyes wet. He answers on the second nock. “Liu- oh! Liu-shidi, come inside come inside!”

He takes Liu Qingge by the shoulders and leads him to the couch. Sitting down next to him, Liu Qingge sniffs.

“Shidi, what happened? Is everything alright? Did you run into a pollen? Allergies? What can I do to help?”

Thickening his face, Liu Qingge wordlessly leans over, planting his face in the crook of Shen Yuan’s shoulder and encircling him in a hug.

“Oh!” Gasps Shen Qingqiu. He quickly embraces Liu Qingge back, petting his hair and shifting him to be more on his lap.

“There there shidi, I’ve got you. Do you want to tell me about it?”

Liu Qingge shakes his head. Being cradled like this is shockingly nice. It feels safe. Shen Qingqiu is warm, he’s humming, he smells like his favorite jasmine tea and incense. Liu Qingge starts to feel true tears prickle at his eyes, throat going tight. Maybe this cry was long overdue.

Shen Qingqiu hold him through it, rocking him back and forth, occasionally pressing kisses to his hair. He reassures him the whole time: “It’s okay, let it out.” “I’m so proud of you for coming to me.” “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Shang Qinghua was right.

[anglbunny]

BROTHER'S FRIEND

♡. nagi's your brother's best friend and also someone you shouldn't be fantasizing about, smut mdni, heavy size kink, dirty talk, forbidden, reo's younger sister!reader

You’d been teasing him for weeks — bratty little comments, too-long stares, a suspicious amount of time spent around reo's side of the mansion when he's around.

“You like my best friend or something?” Reo had joked once.

You just rolled your eyes. “As if.” But you did. You so did.

Nagi is tall, lazy, quiet — and huge. Every part of him. His hands, his voice, the way he slouches but still towers over you when he finally stands up. You don’t know how it started — maybe the day he looked you up and down and smirked like he could eat you alive — but you’ve been ruined ever since.

So when you sneak into the guest room one night — under Reo’s nose — wearing nothing but one of your brother’s old oversized shirts, you know exactly what you’re doing. Kind of.

You weren’t prepared for how fast it would escalate. Nagi sits up on the bed, blinking sleepily. “What’re you doing here, little pest?”

You roll your eyes, but your thighs rub together. “Came to see if the rumors were true.”

He quirks a brow. “What rumors?”

“That you’re hung.”

Silence. Then, A smirk. Lazy and lethal.

“You really want to find out?” You don’t back down. But you should’ve.

He has you on your back in seconds, shirt bunched at your waist, mouth hot against your neck. His fingers slide under your panties like he’s done this a hundred times before.

“So wet already?” he murmurs. “Did you come in here hoping I’d ruin you?”

Your breath stutters. “I—I can take it.”

He laughs low in your ear. “Baby, you don’t even know what it is.”

He lets you feel him. Thick, heavy, long — your fingers barely wrap around it, and his cock throbs when you try. Your face must give something away because Nagi chuckles darkly.

“Told you,” he says, kissing down your throat. “Too much for a spoiled little thing like you.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t lie,” he breathes. “You’ve been craving it since day one.”

And he’s right. He fingers you open slow — two fingers, then three, thick and lazy, curling just right — until you’re panting and grabbing at his hoodie like a lifeline.

Then he rolls on a condom, strokes himself a few times, and lines up.

“Last chance to back out,” he mutters, voice husky.

You shake your head. “Want it.”

He pushes in. So slow. Stretching you so wide, it burns. You gasp, legs shaking, head falling back into the pillows. “Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Tight. Gonna split you open, huh?”

You can’t even answer — just cling to him, lips parted in shock. Halfway in, he pauses. “Still want it?”

“Please,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.” And Nagi does not stop. He bottoms out with a low, breathless groan, cock pulsing deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around him helplessly, fluttering like it’s still trying to figure out how to take all of him.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, grinding in deeper. “Right here—” his hand presses gently on your stomach, “that’s me.” You moan, dizzy.

His pace is slow, but deep. Devastating. Like he knows he’s too big and he wants you to feel it, to whimper and stretch and sob for him. “You like it?” he teases. “Getting stuffed full of your brother’s best friend?”

You nod, choking on a cry.

“That’s so fucked up, sweetheart,” he groans. “What would Reo say if he knew I was ruining his little sister like this?” You arch into him. He grabs your waist and starts thrusting deeper — harder — but still controlled, still mean. You can feel the stretch, the burn, the weight of it. “Too much?” he asks, even though he’s still going.

Tears prick your eyes. “It’s so good.”

“Good girl,” he growls. “Taking me like this.”

You come on him with a sob — high, broken — and he moans when you clamp down around him, cock twitching. His rhythm stutters. “Shit, I’m gonna come—where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you pant. “I want all of it.”

He groans something filthy, bites down on your shoulder, and spills into the condom deep inside you with a shaky gasp. Cock throbbing against your pulsing walls.

The room is hot. Silent. Your legs still twitching. He pulls out slowly, carefully. Knots up the condom and throws it away. Helps clean you up, pulls you into his chest. Then, after a beat— “Gonna be sore tomorrow,” he mumbles, “better tell your brother you started working out.”

You snort. “You’re the worst.”

He kisses your shoulder. “Nah. I’m the best.”

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A/n: am i gonna do the exam or is the exam gonna do me. wait and find out.

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[Masterlist]

[prlssprfctn]

Batfamily get tired of Bruce and Jason's insanity and as true hypocrites buy them monthly sessions to the therapist that they cannot ignore, like, at all. That ensues some troubles.

Jason: *sprawled on the couch in the Batcave* Bruce: *brooding around* Jason: What's up with you? Bruce: I am dreading over the upcoming therapy session. Jason: Oh, lmao, they forced you, too? Bruce, irritated: That's a ridiculous waste of time. I don't even need it. Jason: Yeah, same. Wanna tip, though? Gaslight the shit out of your therapist. Bruce: ...What? Jason: Lie to them. Forge fake stories. If they are a good therapist, they will catch you. But you know what? Mine believes me. Can't wait to find out just how far it can go. Bruce: That's wrong on so many levels. Bruce: ...I'll try.

Of all things that could mend Bruce and Jason's relationship, this makes a trick. They start discussing their therapy sessions all the time. But not because they receive some kind of useful feedback, but because they keep giggling about gaslighting their therapists.

Bruce unleashes his full Brucie Wayne potential on that poor therapist. Like, yeah, he will discuss his traumas... No, no, not his parents' death! He, of course, meant that one incident with Oliver Queen, when they were seventeen and drunk, and-

Bruce: I think I genuinely didn't have so much fun since forever. Therapists truly can help. Jason: I have an amazing idea how to make it even more hilarious. This one is a little insensitive, but hey. Whatever makes it funnier. Bruce, squinting: ...Jason. Jason: Are you in or not? Bruce: ...

*a few hours later, in the living room of the Manor, with all family members gathered*

Bruce: Jason and I asked you to come since we have news for you. As you know, we had been visiting therapists for a while, and it was an immense help to our mental health. As it was expected, in the middle of the sessions we came to the topic of our relationship. Jason: Yeah, uh. We kinda decided to get a separate therapist for this. Like, family one. For us to go together. And fix things. Bruce: Yeah. We just wanted to update you on this. All support would be appreciated. Dick, wiping his tears away: Guys. Guys, I am so proud of you. Jason and Bruce: *high-fiving each other behind their backs*

Do they actually go to the family therapist? Yeah! Do they still continue creating fake ass stories to test their doctor? Yeah! Do they actually by the accident start oversharing their own emotions during acting by an established scenario and actually get a whole mental breakdown in front of terrified therapist? Yeah...

Therapist: So, uh... *checking scribbled notes of a messy drama that Bruce and Jason rehearsed a night before* ...H-how about we think about where it brings us now? Mister Wayne, do you feel guilt about what happened? Bruce, answering automatically, out of prepared lines: Of course, I feel guilt. I always do. Therapist: Okay, why won't you try to apologise before your son? Bruce, stammering: I-I don't know, I am a prideful person Jason, also abandoning their script: Oh, wow, and I am not?! Therapist: O-okay. Uh, mister- Jason: Like, not saying, but it would be nice to see you discarding some of your pride, when all I do is to stomp on my own to please you! Therapist: Okay, okay, how about... Jesus Chirst, mister Wayne, mister Todd-Wayne, are you crying? Jason and Bruce, sniffling: NO!