#I woulda passed out lol

[eye-of-the-hawk]

I thought u were Canadian

[samwisefamgee]

the 20 dollar pair of throwaways I got for my sister's wedding were perfect for the like 7 hours I got them for but are really not perfect for like anything else ever

[dixons-sunshine]

In SICKNESS and in health | Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Even before you and Daryl got married, he vowed that he would take care of you, no matter what—in sickness and in health. Now, when Daryl returns from a run, burning up, sniffling and coughing, it's your turn to return the favour and take care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting and swearing, but other than that, fluff!

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Word count: 2.8k

A/n: Not me casually dropping a fic after more than a year of nothing lol. Sorry about that :`). I'm also sorry about the crappy writing you're about to read. I'm extremely rusty from not writing in forever. Also, this is my first time writing for Daryl, so I hope I captured his character as accurately as possible.

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You hummed quietly to yourself in the kitchen of the small two-story house you and Daryl occupied in Alexandria. After a harsh, intense period of fighting with not only the dead but the Saviours as well, it was nice to have peace in the aftermath. It was a grueling process to rebuild the remains of Alexandria from scratch, but with the help from everyone in the community, as well as from people in other communities as well, Alexandria stood tall once again. With all the houses rebuilt and with additional houses built as well, you and Daryl had opted to claim one of the smaller properties as your own, a sanctuary away from the bustling crowd of Alexandria after an exhausting day.

Chopping up vegetables to add to the soup you were making, you could distinctly hear the unmistakable rumble of your husband's motorcycle, making a small, relieved smile grace your face. A couple of people in Alexandria, including Rick and Daryl, had gone of on a run three days prior and you had been worried sick. It was snowing rather heavily, and when a blizzard passed through the day before, your worry had skyrocketed through the roof. You weren't alone in your worry—Michonne had been worried to death, too—but all you could do was hope for the best. Thankfully, it seemed as if though everyone was okay.

The rumbling of Daryl's motorcycle became louder the closer he got to your shared home. When he parked in the driveway, the rumble abruptly stopped. Turning your attention back to the task at hand while anxiously waiting for Daryl to walk through the front door, you chopped up the last of the vegetables and added it to the soup you were preparing—chicken noodle soup—and made sure to season it accordingly. It was one of your favourite dishes and you were craving it, especially with the cold weather that bestowed itself upon the world.

The front door opened with a faint creak, notifying you of Daryl's arrival. After wiping your hands on a rag, you moved out of the kitchen and towards the living room where the front door was located. There, you found Daryl slowly shedding his coat. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his eyes were shut. When he heard your footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked up at you, giving you a small, tired smile.

"Hey. Yer still up?" He greeted quietly. He draped his coat over the back of one of the couches and moved towards you, embracing you in a loving hug. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear faint sniffling.

You returned the hug instantly, resting your head against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I was worried about you."

"'M sorry. We woulda gotten back a lot sooner, but the damn blizzard had us trapped. We had to camp out in one'a the houses on the road back."

"It's okay," you reassured, your arms around him slightly tightening. "I'm just glad your okay."

Daryl hummed and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, neither one of you breaking the hug. The only sound that could be heard was from the fire crackling in the fireplace behind you. However, after a few seconds, you could hear a few faint sniffles coming from the archer. Frowning, you withdrew slightly, looking up at Daryl in concern.

"Dar... Are you okay?" You asked, your tone perfectly voicing the concern you felt for your significant other.

"Yeah, 'm fine. 'M jus' tired," he said, trying to assure you. However, you weren't buying it, and he knew it. Before you could voice your protest, Daryl quickly pulled away from the hug and stepped back. He brought his face to his elbow and erupted into a coughing fit, his chest heaving.

"You don't seem fine," you countered his previous statement after his coughing stopped, taking a tentative step forward. Your eyebrows were pulled together in concern.

"Nah, 'm fine. Jus' got somethin' in my throat, is all," he said, trying his best to keep his face neutral. His attempts proved to be futile, however, when he sneezed into his elbow and the sneeze was shortly followed by another rampage of brutal coughs.

You walked up to your husband and took his hand in yours, prompting him to look at you. Raising one of your hands to his forehead, you weren't completely surprised when you felt a scorching hotness beneath your palm. Daryl felt like a furnace, and you were a little surprised that you hadn't realised it sooner. He had just come into the house after being out in the icy cold weather for three days, but instead of feeling cold, Daryl had felt warm—warmer than usual.

"Baby," you whispered, raising your hands to gently cup his cheeks. Your frown deepened, your concern for your husband not fading. "You aren't fine. You're burning up."

Daryl sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned into your soft touch, enjoying the coolness of your hands. "'M fine. Ya dun' need to worry 'bout me. I'll live," he mumbled stubbornly.

"Daryl," you started, your tone stern but gentle. "You're not fine. I can see that much. Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower? I'll be right up."

Daryl opened his eyes and gave you a crooked smile. "I have a feelin' tha' ya ain't about to take 'no' for an answer."

You smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "Your feeling would be correct. Go on. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Yes, ma'am," Daryl responded, withdrawing from your touch and turning to descend up the stairs.

You turned around and headed to the kitchen. From upstairs, you could faintly hear the shower running, and you felt relieved that Daryl was heeding your advice and showering. After rummaging through the cabinets, you finally found a bottle of Tylenol. Setting it down on the counter, you turned towards the cabinets again and took a glass from one of the shelves. After filling it up with water, you walked over to the stove and stirred the soup, tasting it after a couple of minutes to ensure it was ready. After retrieving a bowl and a spoon, you filled the bowl up with the soup and placed the bowl on a tray, as well as the water and the bottle of Tylenol.

You carefully and slowly descended up the stairs to ensure that not a drop of soup was wasted. Successfully reaching the top with no complications, you turned towards your and Daryl's shared room and pushed the door open. After putting the tray down on Daryl's bedside table, you could hear the shower shut off and the distinct shuffling of Daryl getting dressed.

You sat on the bed and waited patiently for your husband to join you in your shared quarters. After a few minutes Daryl finally came into the room, clad in a loose fitting shirt and flannel pants. Now that he was cleaned up, you could practically see how sick he really was. He looked pale and his eyebrows were scrunched together, signalling that he was, without a doubt, suffering from an intense migraine.

You got up from your seated position on the bed and walked over to him. He offered you a small, weak smile and you returned the gesture. Taking his hands in yours, you slowly started tugging Daryl along with you to the bed. You gently pushed him to sit on the bed, and he complied, but not without protest.

"Yer doin' too much fer me. Ya dun' have to, y'know? I'll be alrigh'," Daryl protested, laying his head back against the wooden headboard.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're always taking care of others, me most of all, so let me take care of you."

Daryl grumbled something under his breath and sighed, but nevertheless, nodded slightly. He covered himself with the blankets and carefully watched you through half lidded. His eyes widened slightly in delight when you lifted the bowl of soup from the tray and delicately placed it in his lap. You sat on the edge of the bed next to him and gave him an expectant look.

"Eat up. I didn't make this for love and charity, you know," you joked, bringing a hand up to brush Daryl's wet hair back from his eyes, giving you a better view of the ocean coloured eyes you loved to get lost in.

"Wha' 'bout ya? Ain't ya gonna eat, too?"

You chuckled quietly and looked lovingly at your husband. "Always taking care of me, huh?"

"Ain't ever gonna stop," Daryl agreed, looking at you with an intense gaze that portrayed more than words ever could.

"I'll eat later," you promised, gently caressing the side of Daryl's face before retracting your hand again. "I wanna take care of you first. Make sure you're comfortable, fed and resting, then I'll eat something."

Daryl only stared at you for a few lingering moments before reluctantly bringing a spoonful of the soup to his mouth. He hummed in approval after the first bite. "This shit's good."

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Standing up, you headed to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth. After wetting the fabric and wringing it of excess water, you walked back into the room and saw Daryl silently and dutifully devouring the soup. When you drew nearer, you were surprised to note that the bowl was nearly empty.

Daryl looked up at you and noted your surprised look. He gave you a sheepish smile and looked down, his face flushing. "I didn't realise how hungry I was. Sorry."

After his statement, another force of coughs wracked through Daryl's body. When he calmed down, you sat back down on the bed next to him. You leaned forward and gently placed the cloth over his forehead, eliciting a small sigh of relief from the archer. "What are you apologising for? For enjoying my food?  Believe me, I'm glad you're enjoying it and can actually stomach it. Usually when I get sick, anything that goes down comes back up in a matter of minutes."

"Tha's disgustin'," Daryl drawled, scrunching his nose in a way that you found absolutely adorable.

"I never said it was pleasant," you laughed, taking the empty bowl from him and placing it back down on the tray. You substituted the bowl for the glass of water and handed it to him, as well as two pills that you took from the bottle.

"And this?" Daryl prompted, hesitantly accepting the pills from you.

"It's Tylenol. It'll help with that fever of yours," you explained. You watched as Daryl popped the pills in his mouth and swallowed it down with huge gulps of water. When the glass was empty, you took it from him and placed it down on the tray. "I'll talk to Siddiq tomorrow and see if he has anything for that cough of yours. Your voice has been sounding scratchy and I don't want you to lose it completely."

Daryl furrowed his eyebrows. However, before he could voice his protest, you quickly cut him off. "No, none of that. I'm talking to Siddiq, and that's final. I'm also seeing if Aaron would be up for taking your place on runs until your better, and I better not be hearing any protest from you whatsoever on the matter, Dixon. I'm only letting you out of this house when I know for a fact that you're not sick anymore."

Daryl only shook his head. He attempted to keep his face neutral, but the faint smile on his face betrayed his true emotions. He sighed before moving his body to lay down, keeping the damp cloth over his forehead. He shut his eyes and covered it with his arm.

"Alrigh', if tha's Doctor Dixon's orders," Daryl whispered, his tone playful.

You laughed. "It is."

You moved to stand up and grab the tray, but Daryl's hand suddenly grabbing yours halted you in your tracks. You turned to look at him and saw his eyes now trained on you. He seemed hesitant to ask you something, and it put you on edge.

"You okay?" You asked, running your thumb over his knuckles.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm alrigh', 's jus'..." He inhaled deeply and averted his eyes, seemingly ashamed of himself for the question he was about to ask. "Would ya maybe stay with me? I mean, 's late anyway and ya need to sleep, too."

The tray on the bedside table was instantly forgotten. You smiled gently and brought your husband's hand up to your lips, pressing a feathery light kiss on his knuckles. "Of course I'll stay with you. You didn't even need to ask."

You walked over to your side of the bed and layed down. Daryl covered you with the blankets and then proceeded to peel the cloth from his forehead, carelessly tossing it to the side, somewhere on the ground. The two of you silently layed side by side for a couple of moments until you lightly patted your chest.

"Come here, I'll hold you."

Daryl scoffed slightly, his cheeks flushing, but complied, turning his body to lay his head down on your chest. You slotted your legs between his and slightly adjusted your body until you were comfortable. The archer wound his arms around your midsection and you brought your arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to your chest.

"Comfortable?" You whispered, running one of your hands through his hair, softly scratching his scalp as you went.

"Mhm," Daryl hummed, pressing his face deeper into your chest. He quietly sighed in content, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and the soft scratching of his scalp slowly lulling him into slumber.

For the next few minutes, the both of you layed there in a content silence. You continuously dragged your fingers through his hair in a gentle manner, and your other hand was lightly tracing the lengths of his arm. The silence was only broken by Daryl when he slightly lifted his head to look at you, his eyes heavy with sleep, but filled with an undeniable love for you.

"I love ya," he whispered quietly, making your heart flutter and a loving smile grace your face.

It was quite uncommon for Daryl to utter those three words first. Not because he didn't love you, but because he wasn't good with expressing his emotions the way people normally would. Because of that, he showed his love to you through actions, and you were perfectly okay with being the one to say 'I love you' to him first most of the time, but when he did express those three words to you verbally without you saying it first, it always made your heart swell with adoration and love.

You pressed a gentle, soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you more."

That made Daryl scoff and bury his head into your chest again. "Nah, tha' ain't true at all."

Choosing not to argue with your husband, you simply chuckled and resumed your previous activity of treading your fingers through his hair. Not long after, you saw Daryl's breathing slow down and steady into a slow rhythm, notifying you of his slumbering state. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. You settled back onto the bed and rested your chin on top of Daryl's head, making yourself more comfortable. The soft sounds of Daryl's breathing beckoned you into slumber as well, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to the comforting confines of sleep.

Goodnight, love, you thought, finally falling asleep, Daryl tight in your embrace with no intention from you of letting him go.

[redstonedust]

canary jimmy and The Canary Curse in general was really interesting at first but the fandom obsession with it to the point of treating canary jimmy as canon has gotten really obnoxious, because it's become the framework for describing almost every aspect of the life series. "and tango is the coal mine" (<- this one bothers me the most) "and this is how he gave the curse to lizzie" "and mumbo is cursed to die right after him" - the homogenization of fanon is a nightmare, but it's also disappointing to see other creators and their characters have their own content or narratives flattened/ignored to centralize jimmy's canary curse (or watcher grian, lol) when there are so many other interesting angles to use to look at the life series and other SMPs! sorry if this comes off a little incoherently, but overall i just wish popular fanon was treated a little less as indisputable and a little more as just a fun way to share ideas

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

it's a tentative agree from me-- i think people trying to invent new curses and passing them onto others is like, ultimately harmless, you can just ignore that and go with your own fanon if you want. but yeah i also dont understand a lot of it. like what does '''tango is the coal mine'' even mean, he's full of carbon monoxide? jimmy is inside of him? incomrehensible to me.

that being said i still do love that jimmy always dies first (or, now, near-first) even in situations where he's been dealt a fairly good hand. its just fun and imo if lizzie and mumbo werent out of practice from barely being in the series he woulda still gone first this time LMAO

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse. 

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!” 

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead. 

Thank God. 

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful. 

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp. 

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in. 

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp. 

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home. 

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you. 

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead. 

“Say it,” you murmured. 

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?” 

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you. 

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.” 

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him. 

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow. 

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace. 

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.” 

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile. 

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?” 

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?” 

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this. 

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours. 

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him. 

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you. 

You were nowhere near freezing anymore. 

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question. 

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise. 

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time. 

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you. 

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking. 

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him. 

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure. 

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others. 

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more. 

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?” 

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.” 

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.” 

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?” 

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?” 

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.” 

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut. 

Oh, but he tried. 

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it. 

And that smirk of his didn’t help. 

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.” 

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit. 

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him. 

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready. 

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise. 

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony. 

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—” 

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again. 

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.” 

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more. 

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone. 

And you knew why he was doing it now. 

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?” 

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand. 

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him. 

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously. 

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles. 

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot. 

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong. 

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you. 

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.” 

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again. 

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that. 

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?” 

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over. 

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him— 

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream. 

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.  

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well. 

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before. 

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.” 

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase. 

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body. 

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin. 

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough. 

You weren’t that mean, of course. 

[levmada]

headcanons about how dad!levi would be with a pregnant s/o? i sent an ask about it before but some of mine haven’t being going through lol. although if you’re not comfortable writing about it that’s totally okay!!

nooo it's okay! tumblr def ate it<3 i woulda remembered getting an ask like that. n what a good premise...

at no other time is Levi more protective than when you're pregnant, even when you're sick. you might as well be his queen ok

when you first break the news to him?? he needs to stand there for a moment just to reel and ask if you're sure about two dozen times, not because he's unhappy (literally the polar opposite) but bc he can't believe it.

if the pregnancy was an accident, he would feel guilty - no doubt in my mind. i don't see him apologizing explicitly, not if you're glowing you're so happy, but it's entirely up to you what you want to do about it before he even thinks of giving his opinion (he is equal parts scared and thrilled).

he'd be trembling as he embraced you, already mindful of your belly that is the furthest thing from showing just yet.

as a prospective father, Levi's self-doubt would simply be crippling. the only father figure he had was less of a father and more of a teacher, and as harsh as they come given Kenny was a literal serial killer.

that 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' book would become his bible. he's at your beckon and call. your feet hurt? prepare for a full-body massage. feeling sick in the morning? he's shooting out of bed (c'mon, he was probably already up) and holding your hair, rubbing your back and brewing some ginger tea to help with the nausea. any cravings? he'll go as far as he needs to satisfy you, any store in the thirty mile radius; he even keeps a list of them.

it's how he compensates for how... useless he feels while you're going through it carrying his child. the highest of gifts you could give him. don't expect any less than Levi treating you like royalty.

as the months pass, Levi gets in the habit of stroking your belly, including at awkward moments, and especially when you feel the baby kicking. his eyes just blow wide, and he'll ask, sheepishly, "Can I...?" and when you nod, reluctantly press his ear to it.

no matter how far into the pregnancy, he can scarcely believe the life growing inside you, a combination of both you and him. and once again, Levi is hoping the baby takes after more of your traits than his.

he becomes a borderline bodyguard whenever you have to go out. to the point of annoyance he's asking how your feet are, whether you need to sit, whether you're hungry ("You're not the only one eating," he argues.), whether anything.

baby clothes, toys, he's seeking your approval when you're beyond the 8-month mark.

"Newborns don't need toys, honey," you laugh.

"But they will. It's better to be prepared," he states, his arms full of cradle mobiles.

he becomes a nervous wreck when your due date is a few weeks incoming. he takes off work, cooks the meals, cleans the house, and takes care of you most of all, worried that you'll go into labor at a time he's unprepared (he couldn't be more prepared).

and when you do go into labor, he's holding your hand. Levi is the picture of calm confidence, even at times when he wants to pace and tear his hair out, he's so nervous that something will go wrong. he's lost so much; what other reaction could he have...?

listening to you cry and moan in pain drives him crazy, and worst of all there's nothing he can do besides stroke your hair and praise how well you're doing.

when your newborn is nestled in your arms, finally, expect tears. Levi doesn't cry outright, but his eyes are wide and shiny, hands trembling as he pets your pasty hair away and gazes at his baby's sleeping face, because he falls in love immediately.

overall, just. expect the BEST when you're pregnant with Levi's child :(( he's so good to you, yk?

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[staydandy]

Black Knight (2023) - 택배기사 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : One legendary Knight called 5-8, meets a young Refugee named Sa Wol who dreams of becoming a Knight. 5-8 trains and mentors Sa Wol, helping him achieve his dream in a dangerous and harsh world. In 2071, toxic air pollution had devastated the world, leaving only 1% of the population alive. People rarely leave their homes and depend on respirator masks to breathe. A strict social stratification has been established in the deserted lands of the Korean Peninsula. Citizens, who have access to housing & amenities; delivery drivers known as Knights, who protect & deliver packages of the precious source of Oxygen; and Refugees who are left on the outskirts to struggle & fight to survive. (MDL) AKA : Courier | Delivery Knight | Delivery Driver

Whumpee : Yoon Sa Wol played by Kang Yoo Seok (left) • 5-8 played by Kim Woo Bin (right)

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Adapted from the webcomic "Taekbaegisa” by Lee Yoon Kyun • It really gives off Mad Max Fury Road vibes (in a good way) • There's a fair number of personal thoughts in the list below, but I think it just goes to show how much I liked the drama • I actually went though the trouble (& possibly causing my old af laptop to crash) of making a gif for a part 😆

Episodes on List : 6 Total Episodes : 6

*Spoilers below*

01 : (@ 1:22, ok, but it'd woulda been cool if this was a live qr code) … Yoon Sa Wol removes his mask & fights a gang alone (wins) … sparring … made to stand on his head as punishment, kicked over, something thrown at him, nosebleed … pushed out a moving truck (comedic) … shot in the head

02 : … continued from previous ep. ... Found, transported … bandaged, wakes, head pain (how TF is he even still alive?!), panicked, held down, knocked out with a shot of drugs (@ 7:12, I'm sorry, the bullet was stopped by his skull??!! how hard headed is he?! - is this kid Wolverine or an android?) … (@ 8:53 you'd think with O2 being scarce they wouldn't use an O2 eater like fire so much) … goes out looking for a fight, beat up with pipes & bats.. hits in the back of the head, collapses, passes out … comatose … pushed off a roof (accidentally - comedic) (@ 36:32 he's a Mutant! X-man! Wolverine for the win!)

03 : [flashback] 5-8 is knocked over by explosions.. in a fight.. shot … (@ 16:54 #O.O# oh my! lol *gif 👀) … [present] 5-8 & Sa Wol spar (Sa Wol gets his ass handed to him) (@ 17:39 he just likes slapping that doesn't he 😆) … Sa Wol is hit with baseballs from a pitching machine … [switching back & forth quickly between various training & competition scenes:] sparring in a boxing ring, in a O2 deprivation room fighting, & dodging baseballs.. [in O2 dep. rm:] heavily bruised, unsteady, O2 at 5%, head pain, ear ringing, traumatic flashbacks, chokehold … car crash

04 : Kickboxing match; bleeding, cut on his forehead

05 : Bruised, head pain, traumatic flashbacks, nosebleed

06 : Hit with the butt of a gun & knocked out … tries to fight, pinned down, knocked out with a shot of drugs … blood drawn … rescued, carried

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump

[fluffytheocelot]

Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

bi

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

[hypaalicious]

Some good tips I definitely did not figure out until I played most of a year of Twisted Wonderland:

Save your LP refill items for events that require you to farm lessons for event coins. I used to blow through them when I first started because the grind is REAL in this game, but once you get a decent roster it’s best to just stockpile.

Save your macarons/cupcakes/waffles/sugar for Training Camps. You’ll get the biggest bang for your buck, then. I used to blow through them in regular lessons too cause leveling EXP is ASS without them but… not the greatest use of items.

R cards can be your friend. In fact, they carried me through exams and most early content no problem. If you resolve to only use SRs/SSRs from jump you will not have enough mats to flesh out your roster quickly.

Save alchemy tokens for spellbooks. They are STINGY in this game! 😩

Spell scaling is super ambiguous; it won’t matter if your spell goes from level 1 to 2, but it will matter if the spell evolves from like Leaf Blast to Forest Strike. So pay attention to phrases like, “spell changes at level 5/10” and only use spellbooks to reach those benchmarks.

Card level does more for DPS than spells, so if you have to choose what to do first, just level your card and worry about tweaking the spells later. Unless it’s an SSR; you’ll wanna level that second spell up to 5 for Duo Magic!

When leveling cards, pick one character and stick with them as a lesson partner until you reach 1000 lessons so you can net an easy 50 gems. Don’t skip around like I did at first 🥲 I woulda had a lot more gems by now if I was smart LOL

Pay attention to the card type: Defense will be a tank but won’t do shit for DPS. Attack cards will be glass cannons. Balanced cards bring the best of both worlds.

During event shop things, save event currency to buy the keys first, then the SSR/SR Awakening potions, then any SR event card dupes. I don’t recommend buying the event R card dupes only because you’ll get a shitton of R awakening potions doing normal pulls or completing Twistune missions so saving event currency for the most rare things makes sense.

Only use your SSR/SR level uncap potions on event cards if you can help it. Those will be the hardest to get dupes on cause they’re limited.

Unless you will die without having your bias, refrain from pulling on standard banners. Event banners are more rare and anything in the standard pool has a chance to spark while you’re pulling for something else.

Please have one favorite, for the sake of your pocketbook. Especially if you’re F2P. You will not be able to get everyone’s cards. 🥲

The only thing worth buying with real money in the gem shop is the 30-day pass. The rest have HORRIBLE value, imo. I know I’m spoiled to shit by games like Arknights and PAD but twst is not that generous.

How to know if you pulled an SSR; watch the beginning animation of the pull(s). If Grim is on the balcony of the castle when it pans up, you got yourself an SSR. The mirror also says a different phrase than usual.

Twistunes suck, but you can make them suck slightly less by going into options and choosing “Light” setting. The distracting background animations will be minimized and you can actually focus on hitting them damn notes. 😑 Also, watch the demos so you can see what the timing or mechanics are. The Purple twistune mechanic is a MENACE and I simply refuse to do them past the bare minimum. The music don’t hit like that for me to justify putting myself through that torture.

Basic exams judge you on how much DPS you throw out. Defense exams judge you on how much HP you have left at the end. You’ll also wanna time it so that you defeat the other team on round 3 or 4, with your hardest hitting card for the highest possible score. Do NOT attempt Hard mode unless you got some sleek ass high leveled back to back Duo magic cause the difficulty spike is not a joke.

Playing on your phone and you listening to music or get a notif right before lessons start? Reload the game and turn off your other audio or else the game will glitch out and you’ll lose a lesson point. The reason for that is how they trigger lesson starts: by voice line. So if the game don’t pick up that the voice line started because you have music or any other app that has sound playing in the background, it won’t start the lesson. Learned this the hard way. 🥲

[achilleslyre]

1, 9, 13 and 17? :3

1. what was the first anime you watched?

ok last time i answered the first one i watched in full so this time i’ll say the first one i tried… i think it was either steinsgate that my brother tried to get me to watch… well actually technically it woulda been pokémon just in passing when it came on but i never actually actively watched it

9. what is your favourite anime op?

CHAINSAW MAN KICKBACK………… I LOVE KICKBACK SORRY LOL IT GOES SO HARDDDDDDDDD second to kickback is naruto shippudens blue bird……… i listen to both of these all the time i love them

13. what is your favourite character to read fics about?

…………… ok and if i said itachi are we all gonna ignore this? (i don’t read any fanfic outside of itachi fics and sure they’re almost all out of character but i’m desperate and pathetic ok LMFAO)

17. who is currently your main comfort character?

ash lynx <3 he gets me thru everything lol he literally means everything to me and he gets me like no other..

[ryuuka-balaen]

tag train game tag train game (tagged by @mechamagica ty Remi :> )

barbie or oppenheimer [late stage capitalism or mass murder? I'll pass.] // ketchup or mustard [they both have their place but ketchup is more versatile] // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn [Winter. if there isn't 3ft snowbanks how can I be happy??] // harry potter lol. lmao. get that antisemitic transphobic trashfire outta here. or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games [tough. woulda said video games like a year ago but been trying to make my hobbies more physical lately and g i r l I am obsessed w 40k] // books or movies // money or love [mm. not gonna do that one. how bout happy? can I just be happy please?] // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool [water from rivers/lakes/oceans gives me hives :( ]// laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

I don't like tagging people for things like this so not gonna

[roboromantic]

hm I was gonna post Earthspark liveblogs two or more episodes at a time like I did with RB(A) but uh. I’ve kinda written a Lot for the first two + there’s pics so maybe I’ll just do one by one.  anyway here’s episode 11

That’s a very clunky way to introduce their status as siblings but ok

Hey uh. Hm. Y’know what I ain’t saying anything let’s move on

Actually is this the first time Bee’s Beetle alt has had stripes? I feel like probably not but I also don’t know any other continuity with it off the top of my head

Gd Twitch and Thrash are so TINY

Hjsfgjkldfghdjfg

Lol at the “Trans” former not wanting to have an altmode.   kinda feels a bit like they’re saying “trans people don’t need to hide who they are!!!” or something equally well-meaning but it just ends up othering them even more imo. Where’s the Knuckles pic

Jawbreaker honey y’all were JUST talking about how Bee changed his altmode, you should KNOW you can change yours if it’s not perfect

Twitch that is a HORRIBLE hiding spot and also that’s gotta be the largest cart return shed thing I’ve ever seen

SHDFKJGHFKSJHGKSJHFSDJKF THE GHOST VAN JUST CASUALLY AT THE SUPER MARKET……………………

HOW ARE THEY NOT INSTANTLY RECOGNIZING WHAT’S HAPPENING IT’S LITERALLY THEIR JOBBBBBBB

>“I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you!”

>just watches as Hashtag drives into the side of a cliff when she didn’t know there was a secret entrance

Okay so they have the security stuff but surely they also have surveillance cameras watching the front door, right? They’re gonna know Twitch knows where they are now

Behold, the most useless tape measure in existence! Like okay I don’t expect them to have all the numbers but would it’ve killed them to throw some black lines on there. They don’t even have to vary in length but SOMETHING other than blank yellow woulda made some sense.      I’m nitpicking let’s move on

OUGH SHE’S SO CUTE

“Doesn’t do anything” so does she like…………………………………………have her “eyes” closed/off when she’s messing around in cyberspace? Bc that’s kinda hard to miss

Like obviously they don’t have their eyes in a vehicle altmode and beastformers have like. A whole-ass other set of eyes. So I’d think pretty much every Cybertronian has at least two ways of seeing – and like they’ve gotta be able to see things like what color a stoplight is so it can’t be sonar or anything like that I don’t think. And they probably can’t be used at the same time, which is my way of explaining why they don’t just use that to see whenever their eyes are covered or have been blinded by something. Anyway.

Gd I love Schloder he’s so cringe

What exactly is the gas supposed to do. Please explain.

Oh THAT’S interesting

“Core”? Is that this continuity’s version of a spark chamber or am I forgetting/missing something

So there ARE cameras and no one bothered to look at them when the alarm went off???? Or did they not bother bc they thought it was just set off by the agents returning bc technology is stupid sometimes and it might just be acting like my car alarm

SEE HE GOT IT IMMEDIATELY

Hm yeah that icon looked like eyes to me

So she DOES know it turns off the light?

Okay now I’m even more confused bc she says none of them did anything but she did also know how to turn off the lights so What Is The Truth

What’d he say? Multibots? I wish these had subs

HTYE OUT HERE USING DIAL-UP IN 2023 (I know it’s an audio gag but still. The implications are Very Funny)

Now I guess she has more control over stuff so she can see and use the internet at the same time? idk. We’re probably not supposed to think about it this much

*Gravity Falls voice* Ancient meme! Ancient meme!

Bruh are you really treating him like a fuckin pet

Wait why’d the ceiling break. We’re going back to that right

OH WAIT DUH it’s Malto-bots 🥺

Hm exactly how much time has passed? Bc I mean I feel like by the time Nightshade had everything put together they’d already found another solution or at least be resigned enough to not be complaining abt the barn space like they were earlier

Lol I was wondering if she was actually a hotspot

D’aw

[2n2n]

ungh finally got the boxed set of volumes 1-10.... its just a convenient deal so we'd been putting off getting physical copies until it was out ... I haven't bought a physical manga in a really long, long time .... probably not since I was like, 16? So over 10 years.

Such a nostalgic experience, the smell is so nice (: mmm... it lets me kinda simulate what it would have been like to discover JSHK on the shelves as a teen, I think it woulda been a real moth to flame situation, like HELLO? haha... especially volume 1, its cover really is good bait ... lol ...

Its crazy that I can now buy official access to a translation in real-time with the release of the magazine in Japan .... it feels like not long ago I was relying on literally having to wait for a volume to release into the bookstore itself .... without any kind of reliable access to RAWs... though that sounds fun, in a way.

I know JSHK gives me a nostalgic feel partially 'cuz overall the experience is just not one I've had for a long time, but I think the story itself also gives me a lot of nostalgia... u.u playing Snow White, it was amazing how much Iro-sensei's storytelling sense is kinda the same, even though so much time has passed. I guess AidaIro as a force are good at staying true to their vision, at least compared to other mangaka I've followed over the years and watched alter. JSHK feels very early-mid-2000s in its sensibilities-- while I don't know, a lot of other stuff I've tried to read has more of a 'modern era' spin to it.... it definitely feels like this manga COULD exist on the shelf in 2009, to me...

I imagine the boxed set's release was announced so ludicrously early just to make the release of a set of 11-20 more timely, since we're coming up on 20..... pls....

It feels so lucky AidaIro got to make this and, so much of it... ><;; it's lucky it gets to exist, and get this far.... of all things, I really hope JSHK gets to finish its story ... I get the impression is extremely has its ending in mind....

[verawhisk]

my dear friend. i am so mentally exhausted and have shed literal tears tonight. i am so happy. i will catch up on everything you’ve posted for tonight in the morning, but what were ur thotz abt tonight <3

omg hi you dont have to do that! you’re too nice to me rosey. besides i turned into a little autistic creature last night lolol, sorry y’all had to witness that. but im so glad you saw that card! it was INSANE!! i was so prepared for it to be not that great because 2022 has kinda sucked in terms of fights yknow? just lots of dubious, weird moments with injuries and strange decisions within the organization and ofc its not the fighters’ faults but still i was so ready for this to be bad

luckily it was actually amazing all the way from the start of prelims to the end of the main event!! it was incredible!! they said it broke the record for first round finishes! i just cant believe the show they all put on… they have so much heart and courage, every single one of them

i was actually considering not buying the ppv this time because 280 was so bad LOL could you imagine if i didnt buy it? i would have missed possibly the best card this entire year

first of all i was so overcome with joy when dan got the win over puelles, i was damn near crying hahah. i mean a win over costco ryan hall is not SUPER impressive but who cares?? THAT’S MY BOY!! HE’S SO CUTE!! and i want him in perth dammit. give him his flowers dana. (fun fact: i started watching mma mainly because i watched the conor vs. urijah season of tuf and i thought ryan hall was so cool LMAO)

(this crusty ahh drawing from 2021…. yup i thought he was super cool and im kinda sad that he’s less active than other fighters but if i were offered a fight with ryan hall i’d probably turn it down too)

as for frankie vs. gutierrez my stomach dropped when he landed that knee bruh. what the hell was that? bro HAD to know that was frankie’s last fight and to do that to him in front of his family is just sick… i mean good on him for not sandbagging just for someone else’s career to go out on a nice note but did you have to finish him that brutally?? idk man maybe im just a casual but he deserves more than that

poirier vs. chandler… im not even exaggerating when i say that fight made me nearly puke and pass out bro. i got fucked up sweat glands so your girl can’t sweat but if she could she woulda been DRIPPING from head to toe last night LOL. guys i think the reason i went so crazy was because i actually mentally prepared myself for the fight to be bad, for real. that’s genuinely what i did. i went into the fight telling myself that there was a well and good possibility that michael might actually just wrassle him into a decision and i was all good with it because i was still gonna like them no matter what. but HOLY CRAP i need to remind myself to never doubt them ever again because that was AMAZING!!!! start to finish was just an absolute dog fight. they looked so exhausted and broken and blood was pouring everywhere and michael was tossing dustin like a bag of flour only for said bag of flour to start raining punches on him (a la justin gaethje lol) and it was fucking incredible and i cant believe it really happened. not to mention the alvarez-chandler-gaethje-poirier circle of violence is finally complete hahah omg it feels unreal. and i can't believe dustin finished ALL of them.. he's so classy and talented and handsome lul he's really the perfect fighter

but hol on i wanna mention michael cheating because i’m not gonna lie that really made me question him?? not that iron michael chandler cares about what some delusional mma fan in canada thinks about him LMAO but still he always carries himself like a professional athlete everywhere he goes and he seems to pride himself on his ability to stand out among the fighters who don’t have the speaking style or the business etiquette that he does, so when he went into the fight and started pounding on the back of his head and actually HOOKING HIS FINGERS on the inside of dustin’s mouth trying to make him show his neck, it made me scratch my head because why are you behaving like an olympic athlete in front of the press only to go in the cage and treat your opponent like an abused farm animal lmao?

though im ngl… the idea of this polite, charismatic, american psycho type dude entering the cage and turning on mean ape mode is actually fucking hilarious? and he’s kind of more interesting to me now?? so i guess it doesn’t really matter that my opinion of him went down a little hahah silly observation but there’s my two cents. i’m still super impressed by both of them and they both have my heart at the end of the day

during weili vs carla i was playing runescape. i’m so sorry. i was just tryna level up my fishing i really have no clue what happened other than that weili finished carla because she’s really awesome and she kicks ass and i feel really bad that i wasn't paying attention IM SORRY LMAO!! my social credit score is in massive danger rn

izzy vs pereira had me biting my nails into little shreds because i could feel exactly what they were feeling. alex is just one of those “one clean hit and you’re out” fighters but izzy is obviously still a master of striking so watching those exchanges was like watching two people balancing on a plank over shark-infested waters lolol it was crazy nerve wracking. however y’all know that i was rooting for alex so i am super duper happy and i can’t wait to see who challenges him next!! tbh i’d prefer anybody but khamzat because if he really does move up to middleweight and becomes alex’s first challenger he’s fucked lmao cries… please start training in dagestan alex thank u <3

thanks for asking me ahh it really means a lot to me that you actually care about what i think. :D let me know what you thought about it too!!

[riphimopen]

Hi! I really enjoy all your halloween content and wanted to ask you a quick question. What're your thoughts on michael and laurie reaching out to each other at the end of halloween h20? Sorry if there's already a post about this, I've just been perusing for the past day :]

OOBHG HELLOOOOO + thank u 4 enjoying the content mwwah mwah..... aw h20 always gets me..... (stupid plot twist from resurrection aside,) i think it was a very cool moment that had a lot of narrative fun imbedded in it bc like. theres the obvious "maybe mike knows hes abt to die for real this time and his only hope is scamming his way out of it, and if laurie had touched him he woulda grabbed her jumpscare etc", but also maybe he knows hes abt to die for real this time and he just wants to reach out for closure, and this was his last chance at just saying hey. im some guy. kill me if you want, im still some guy. and on laurie's part im sure this was devastating, bc shes spent her whole life guarding against a brother who she only knows to be inhuman and unfeeling and mechanical, and all of a sudden hes reaching out in a very pathetic, desperate, human gesture.... and so she has the same thot process as above, of course: is this him trying to worm his way out of decapitation or is it a cry for help or is it just a goodbye? does he know ive won? did i win? is this his way of saying no one can win?

like obv every other instance of mike we've seen hes very straightforward and to-the-point abt things... if he is threatened he doesnt have a tendency to play dead and he certainly will not beg. i personally firmly dont believe that mikael reaching out was for sympathy- it was just for one last moment to disturb his sister and look her in the eyes. and maybe laurie knows this and is like ah. this is his last ditch attempt, and in her reaching out, shes acknowledging that she sees his effort - that she knows he is human. at the same time, though, she pulls back before he can really reach her; shes still that babysitter from two decades ago and she knows what kind of movie she's in and she knows better, she knows that she can acknowledge his humanity without forgiving his crimes. still. she was the one who called his name out until he looked at her. she was the one to plan for, wait for, demand closure. and now hes reaching out and she has to confront what this means. its a very final gesture that takes them both out of their established arcs - mikael the relentless is ceding, laurie the paranoid is dropping guard if just for a moment. its a nice way to end a movie that focuses so primarily on these two traits of theirs, turning things on their head, and its also just a nice obligatory "have a quiet moment" scene. look at each other for a minute without chasing or being chased.

basically i think it was a scene that everyone had sort of been waiting for, and that was well situated for the film/film type as a "__ years later revenge" movie; you couldnt have done it with the first movie, it would have undermined mike's ruthlessness, but now twenty years have passed and he's not in control anymore, and the moment before he fucking beefs it hes taking the chance to reach out and say. im not struggling. i have more pride than that. i just want to keep you up at night wondering if there was a way you could have helped me. lol...

ANYWAY THNK u 4 asking + giving me a chance to ramble on here lol those r my thots (u_u) <33

[dulcewrites]

I don't know. It's kinda confusing because in the books I think Rhaegar embodies really well their tragedy because he was so burdened and concerned by the prophecy and the danger from the North (which he passed on to book!Dany) was what made him to slow in noticing the feudalistic pact being slowly betrayed. Rhaenyra's confidence, I think, also stems, besides Viserys' pampering and inadequacy to prepare her, her feeling she's supposed to inherit because it's been prophesied. The tragedy, in the books, is how unable they are to truly reign while also being the harbingers of the apocalypse lol. Also, considering they was no Young Griff, no actual acknowledgment of Jon's heritage, it seems kinda idk... Dany saved everybody's ass, got killed. Rhaenyra deluded herself, got killed. HotD is lacking too much in the fantasy aspect. The dragon's death are the reason winters became longer. I think their choice of Helaena as dreamer was interesting because of all horrible things that happen to her, but she doesn't last long, not like herself anyway. Rhaena or Egg III if they didn't change the timelines to much woulda been a better choice. A good ending would be, to me, including their inadequacy to actually deal with that, and that would be a good way to prepare for Brynden (third eye raven) and Blackfyre rebellion. Rant ended. Anyway, yeah, I think they'll probably end with Egg, perhaps after his reunion with Viserys, sensing there is no point for them anymore (no more dragons, so the world will end? in his mind) and Viserys, being more practical, political, taking on the ruling of the realm. As he did throughout his life.

Yeah I see what you mean about the prophecy. Something I’m curious about is how that spreads (or doesn’t) as the war continues, at least in the context of the show. We already saw Daemon’s psychotic and abusive response to finding out. Albeit that stemmed less from the burden of the prophecy itself and more from Daemon being butthurt that viserys not telling him.

I am curious to see if Alicent eventually connects the dots, and the fallout of that. Also does rhaenyra tell jace, obviously thinking he is her heir. If she does, what does jace do with this information. I mean what can you do with a prophecy while fighting a war other than hoping to survive everything. By the end of it (the war), who has this information.

I think we will probably get more of the dragon leading to more “magic” in the realm once they introduce the dragon seeds idea and actual magical characters in the show.

I sort of enjoy Helaena being a dreamer, even though we know little about it from her pov, simply bc of the irony of viserys upholding prophecy and dreams so much. Just to not realize/care that he has one in his own house. Goes to show the overall incompetence of him as a father and a king. Having a dreamer could’ve been an asset for him.