#IF I DON'T GET TO SEE THIS ON SCREEN I WILL DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS

[flythesail]

I am not the same person I was before reading chapter 24 of lockwood & co the hollow boy

[moremaybank]

No but, being in a secret relationship with rafe and being a pouge🤭 BUT the other pouges suspect of you being with some one and they manage to get your phone and find ummm a video(hopefully yk what I mean)😺😝😋🤌 lol hope it’s okay if I request this

Also, Something about being in a secret relationship with this man really gets me going idk why😭💀

secret relationships with this man...think about all the unspeakable things we could do...(18+ themes)

The pogues have noticed that you've been cagey lately. You're always sneaking off to meet someone but you're never too keen on mentioning who that someone is. To say their suspicions were growing would be the understatement of the century.

They'd all tried their hand at investigating, but they can never get further than hearing that you're going to work, or that you have to help your parents with dinner, or whatever excuse you manage to muster up at the drop of a hat.

Until today, that is. This time, Kie had a plan.

"Hey, can I send myself the pictures we took today from your phone? I'm planning my post for Sarah's birthday," she asks, motioning over to the device in your hand.

Without suspecting anything, you nod and hand it over to her. "Knock yourself out. I gotta pee."

Kie watches as you scurry off to the bathroom, and once you're inside the chateau and out of earshot, she summons the group over hurriedly. "Okay, she's gone! Hurry!"

The group begins to scroll through your camera roll, but is severely disappointed when all they can find are pictures of you and them, the scenery of the island, food, and a whole bunch of miscellaneous screenshots.

But just as they think all hope is lost, they come across a video. The screen is almost pitch black, but they can make out two figures.

"Well, turn the volume up," Pope says. "If we can't see anything, maybe we'll be able to hear who's with her."

Kie does as he says, and the sounds of skin slapping fills their ears. "Oh— oh my god."

"Yeah? You like that, princess? You like filming while I fuck you?"

"Hold up," JJ says. "Is that—"

"Yes. Yes, I like it. Fuck, harder, Rafe!"

"Ew, ew! Turn it off!" Sarah exclaims. She's visibly disgusted and petrified all at the same time as her hands shake vigorously in the air.

"Shit, say my name again, baby. Love the way you scream for me."

"Rafe. 'M so close. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

"Oh my god, ew! I said turn it off!" Sarah yells. Kie swipes out of the video, and the entire group is slack-jawed by the time you come back from the restroom. Your eyes find all of theirs, and your brows furrow with confusion.

"Woah, what's going on? Why does it feel like you're about to give me an intervention?"

"You're fucking Rafe?!"

concepts

[imaginariumwanderer]

So I finished the latest story...

This is pretty horrifying from a cookie's perspective. One of cookiekind's main forms of happiness is their ability to express their various colorful flavors/personality. I suppose it's the same thing as tripping a living human of their sentient and individuality. Ego death. Leaving behind hollow flesh

We be committing unspeakable crimes against nature with this one✨

We be crumbling our colleagues while slowly losing our mind with this one✨

On another note, "eyecing" make its glorious return. I have no memory of it being used before the Mystic Flour update. Can anyone point out the other times it was used, if there's any?

????!!!!! OMG HIIII

MORE CJ PAWLIKOWSKI VOICE ACTING YES YES YES

Don't do it, don't give me hope...

I know he's the last to be released u don't need to tease me like that

So the other-space here clearly refer to the Dark side of the Moon, right? Is there any other-space I don't know about? Also, I guess this confirmed Shadow Milk is the only one able to do this astral projection thing. On one hand, it increases his chance of appearing a bit more before his own update, on the other hand, we most likely won't see the other Beasts having any talking-role any time soon

The implications here...

So the Beasts may likely have their own voices of their Light just like the Ancients does. And "Soul Jam"... Without an (s), Shadow Milk is specifically referring to his Soul Jam here, I can't believe my headcanon of the Light of Deceit/Knowledge whispering things to him is becoming true

It's a thing unique to Shadow Milk and not the other Beasts too. Interesting how both the voices of the Light of Truth and Deceit operate differently from the other Lights' (referring to the theory that the Light of Truth have never make an actual appearance since all instances of it in-game were all Shadow Milk's disguise)

... Clownage. Whelp! time to integrate that into my daily vocabulary!

Alright, so we got confirmation Smilk is not only aware of Dark Enchantress' plans but he's actively helping her out. Whenever he's oblivious to her other, secret plans (stealing the Beasts' Soul Jams) or he's aware and already have a counter measures to it though, is still up in the air.

My money is on the latter. Shadow Milk have shown time and time again he's way more knowledgeable than he let on. The way Dark Enchantress was depicted in his previous "play" does show us a certain level of... Appreciation(?) but who's to say he actually trusts her? It really does feel like a "I rub your back if you rub mine and then we'll backstab each other" kind of deal. Now I'm curious about the other Beasts' opinions on Dark Enchantress as well.

Where's Dark Enchantress anyways? We haven't seen her make any on-screen appearance in a while. I, um, I missed her a lot actually. I missed the diabolical meema

Laughing at Wind Archer cookie repeatedly telling Smilk to stfu from the moment they've met. He's saying what we've all been thinking

Also laughing at Shadow Milk basically only here to make cryptic riddles and mocks our Wind Archer. He really does have nothing better to do lol

Yeah that's right, FRIENDSHIP will save the day!

For real tho, tons of intriguing implications about the Ultimate Cookie with this one. I gotta mulls over them for awhile...

GUYS NEW SMILK'S SPRITE JUST DROPPED

HE'S ROLLING HIS EYES. HE'S SO DONE I'M DEAD

"In conclusion, this changed nothing!"

Kidding, kidding! I was getting real worried for Wind Archer there despite knowing full-well it's not crk's style to let something happen to a character unless they're a minor villain or an elderly *grinding my teeth trying not to bring up Elder Faerie again oops too late-*

The unexpected yet sweet moment of empathy Wind Archer have toward the Ultimate Cookie combined with the stunning animation toward the end were definitely my favorite part of this little adventure. Although I half-expected for him to have his magical girl transformation like White Lily and Dark Cacao right then and there-

"Beast-Yeast EP 5 coming soon to theaters near you! Remember to stay tuned, mkay? Okie dokie? Pinkie promiseee?"

[blingblong55]

Glory -John 'Soap' MacTavish NSFW

GN!Reader, smut, MDNI, softdom!soap, sub!reader, 18+, rough!sex, blowjob

Based on a request:

Ma’am, need more NSFW soap!!! I CANT WITH THAT MAN. The things I wanna do to him is unspeakable.😭😭😭

A/N: It'll be more of HC's but just be aware of most of them. Also Cpt. MacTavish is such a slut and I want him!

He likes to slap you around on days when you mess with him, he isn't rough at all and he most likely will kiss you after each one.

Prefers soft sex over rough any day. Yes, there are days when he wants to be rough but they are rare.

He loves to play with the idea of you being his pet, he hates the fact that you want to be tied up since he relates that to being a hostage.

Foreplay is always a must for him, he wants you open and ready for him.

Fingers you at dinners if you misbehave, he also loves to watch you contain your moans at the table.

You practically have to beg him to put a collar on you, and then when he does, it's heaven for you both.

He is a soft dom and never wants to be like those rough doms with their subs because he thinks it's plain disrespectful.

Days when he wants to be the submissive one, he walks up to you with that begging look on him, begins to kiss your neck and whimper when you don't touch him.

The day of your wedding, he wore his kilt and as you drove to the dinner after the ceremony, he made you give him a blowjob, he needed release after seeing you in that outfit.

You had to wait in the car longer because he couldn't find something to wipe his cum off your face.

Mirror sex is a must for him, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock and loves to watch your reactions.

He creates a dungeon in your home for every need you both may have, it's well hidden so no guest has to see it.

Loves to play with the idea of making his mates watch as he fucks you dumb.

Hates to be called master, he doesn't want to feel as if you aren't his equal during sex.

One thing that he always makes sure happens is aftercare. That is the most important thing in a healthy sex life and if he wants to keep you healthy after fucking you raw, it is essential.

One time, he was so drunk he asked the 141 men to join you guys the next time you had sex, and they did. Now they have pictures to prove it.

Hickeys are his favourite mark on your body, bite marks too but hickeys turn him on in many ways.

He loves it when you mark him and asks you to always give him a fresh one, especially if the same person at the market doesn't get he is married, he will proudly wear those hickeys.

Condoms were important until one time he saw how his cum leaked from all of your holes, and now he begs to just fuck you without one, consent on this is key.

Has been forced to apologise to the front door neighbours because they saw you both fuck on the windowsill.

Car sex is his secret favourite place.

Guilty pleasure is to be caught, like that one time he was turned on by your body at a funeral and took you to the parking lot of the church to fuck you. His family didn't notice but the priest's stare was like he knew.

A/N: The next part will be short, so pardon me for it.

He came home late, annoyed and horny. His phone filled with the messages you sent him while he was away on the mission. Your lewd photos all displayed for him as he walked away from his locker, hiding the screen from any prying eyes. The boner he had gotten was noticed by most of his mates. "See you still with the lad/lass." One commented and he looked up confused.

Soon after that, he was inside your shared bedroom, 2 a.m. and with the worst boner he had gotten since the wedding. He knows he has consent at all times but he needed to wake you up. Wanted your both to create the perfect ring around his cock. "Hey, handsome/beautiful, wake up." He whispers and with a few more murmurs of sweet nothings, you now are on your knees. Mouth opened pretty for his aching cock. "Fuck, just like that, be a good slut fer me." His rough hands bobbing your head, and his groans and whimpers when you gave him that look filled the shared room. "Oh don't you give me that look, you slut." He slaps your face then leans in to kiss it.

Your drool and his pre-cum, make for the perfect taste. "Oh, fuck...oh fuck...yer dirty slut, taking me cock like this...fuck...just like that.." You look up at him, getting drunk on his seed. He chuckles and pulls you back up, you sit on his lap and he kisses your neck. "Yer know how much I missed this body of yours? yer are a nasty one, sending me those pictures but I bet this is what yer wanted, eh?" He nibbles on the soft skin. "I love you, my sweet R/N," he whispers.

"Don't yer ever leave me, okay?" He grabs a tissue and wipes your mouth.

Tags: @sgnt-mactavish @anonymuslydumb @liyanahelena (tagged certified Soap sluts<3)

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Steve Rogers (he is not my favorite, okay?), Emotional discussions, Explosions!

Word Count: 868

Previously On...: You celebrated Bucky's new arm by watching the Hobbit movie. When you mentioned that one of your friends would let him do "unspeakable things" to their body, he immediately thought of Natasha. Why did that make you feel icky inside?

A/N: I'm posting this from a coffee shop, which makes me feel very much like a "legit" writer, when, in reality, I'm just waiting for my dog to get out of the groomer, and the coffee shop is a Dunkin' lol.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

"I've been meaning to thank you," Steve said as he stood over your shoulder. It was about a week after your movie night with Bucky, and you and Steve were working a mission together in Eastern Latvia. He'd already cleared the facility of hostile agents, allowing you the time you needed to infiltrate the site's computer systems and copy all necessary files for extraction back to the US government’s counter-terrorism task force. It was something you'd done a hundred times before, and could probably do with your eyes closed.

"Thank me for what? We've done this dance plenty of times." Your eyes narrowed as you concentrated on the computer code, fingers moving almost too fast for your own eyes to follow. You had nearly done it- the breach was wide open, and the terrorists' files were all laid out before you. The hard part was over, now it was just a matter of copying them over securely.

"Not the mission," he clarified, clearing his throat. "I wanted to thank you for what you've done for Bucky, for being there for him. I... I know you don't like me and things between us haven't been the same since Berlin, but it means a lot to me, knowing that he can call you a friend."

You paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and stared blankly at the screen, not able to look at him in the moment. "I never disliked you, Steve," you began, slowly, choosing your words with care, "but you broke us. You had your reasons, I get that, and maybe, to you, they seemed like good ones, but you fractured our family instead of trying to find a way for all of us to work through it, together. The only reason we're even in this room right now is because, by some grace of God, Tony was able to put his ego aside and offer you an olive branch to come home. We might look whole on the outside, but the cracks are still there. And they're always going to be. They'll never fully heal.

"So, it's not that I don't like you anymore. It's that I can't trust you. Not right now. Because I don't know if you're going to break us again." Your voice cracked by the end, but you felt surprisingly lightened, as though a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you realized just how desperately you had needed Steve to know how his actions had affected, not just you, but the others, as well. None of you had wanted to be forced to take sides in the civil war between Iron Man and Captain America; it had felt like burning down your own house, but in the end they had left you no choice. You'd already had it out with Tony. He'd apologized in the only way a man like him knew how-- with a brand new Ferrari that you were too anxious to drive and an obscene raise to your salary, but you'd never spoken about it with Steve. He'd seemed too content to act as though nothing had changed, like he hadn’t upended your entire existence.

You heard him clear his throat above you and you looked up. He was looking away from you, his face impassive, save for a tic in jaw. You'd known him long enough to see he was working on holding back his emotions.

"That's fair," he said softly. "That's entirely valid, and fair. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I was so caught up in trying to bring back my best friend that I didn't realize I was throwing away my family." He stole a glance down at you and caught your gaze; you could see his eyes shining. "I'll do better, Pocket. I'll do better for all of us, and I’ll especially do better for you."

His words didn't heal the wounds on your heart, but they did make them hurt a little less. You flashed him a small smile of gratitude, amazed that just his acknowledgement of the pain he'd caused you could be such a soothing balm to your anger. "Thanks, Cap. I appreciate it." He smiled at your use of the nickname; you hadn't called him anything but Rogers in forever. “And, for what it's worth," you added as the computer began beeping, signaling the transfer of files was complete and your objective had been reached, "I'm grateful you brought Bucky back with you. I can't imagine not having him in my life now." You stood up and pocketed the flash drive that now contained 18 months worth of terrorist plans. "Now, what do you say we blow this fucking Popsicle stand?" You gave him a cheeky grin as you deposited a small detonator on top of the computer server.

Steve returned your smile and offered a flourished "After you" as the two of you made your way out of the facility. Once you had cleared the perimeter, he gave you the all clear, signaling you to set off the detonators. You watched together as the building imploded into a spectacular fireball. Your relationship may not have been fully cured, but it had finally begun the process of healing.

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[mhsdatgo]

The Helaemonds/Helaegons need to calm down.

Don't get me wrong, it's always refreshing to see some people fill in the gaps of a basically untold relationship such as the one between the green kids in general, but this goes beyond basic obsessive shippy discourse. Leave this poor girl alone. Why's there an obsession with having her be romantically paired with her brothers, one worse than the other?

I understand the show has basically shown so little of her to the point where we didn’t even have a coronation for her on screen, so therefore you can self insert through her and have fun with headcanons regarding Aegon and Aemond. Really, I'm not faulting their girlies, you can be head over heels for whatever actor in character you want (unless you put them on pedestals and start acting like they did nothing wrong and pounce on whoever contests them, THEN we have a problem) but I assure you, Helaena would barely want anything to do with either of them.

Aegon is a sex pest turned sex offender, a drunkard and a neglectful father and husband at best. Her infamous toast in ep.8 has us believing that he cannot for the life of him interact with her unless he's horny drunk or that he forces himself on her at worst.* He was ready to leave them all in ep.9 before he was caught. Even the book is subtle about their relationship: all we know of them is that they sleep in shared chambers, that she was someone important and reliable in Aegon's council before B&C, and that he named her and Alicent the true Queens of his reign.

*(⚠️TW: PERSONAL OPINION⚠️ I'm not saying this last one isn't a possibility but it's sill outrageous for the way people speak about Helaena in defence of this "claim". No, she wouldn't joke about her own r*pe in front of the whole table full of people she doesn't know and right beside her abuser, and despite the hour-long metas I've read about how she's basically "too sheltered" to know what r*pe even means, I assure you she's a high-functioning autistic, not 5 years old. She can understand it perfectly.)

Helaemond is a pure show invention, I honestly wasn't expecting this many people to go up this kind of train. They barely interact, and most of the time it's Aemond saying he'd "perform his duty" should Helaena ever be wed to him, or that stare in ep.9 when he enters her chambers toiling after Alicent. It's, as always, the Aemond girlies who think poor Helaena would live her best life with Aemond, or that they are already romantically involved behind the scenes. The amount of "if one possesses a thing, the other will take it away" edits from people that are FULLY CONVINCED "the thing" is Helaena and that "the one" and "the other" are Aemond and Aegon respectively is honestly concerning.

Fics that are all about Aegon doing the worst and unspeakable things to her so "Aemond can come and save her" are y'all okay? Out of all people, HE has to save her?

Babes, I'm sorry to break your bubble, but this isn't Aegon IV/Naerys/Aemon on steroids. Aemond didn't give two shits about Helaena. No, he wasn't jealous when Jace came to ask her to dance, he just wanted to stir some shit. If we talk about the books, he didn't fucking hesitate to leave King's Landing, his sister, his mother and whatever he was doing for the Riverlands the second he heard that Daemon was there. And he brought the only means of defence they had with him. If he knew how important Vhagar was for the city's defence, he's evil, if he didn't realize it, he's dumb as fuck. Which one is it, Aemond girlies?

People beat each other to the curb about Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor's paternity like it's the Wars of The Roses. They put Helaena and Alys against the other like they have personal beef with one of them.

Stop mentioning this sweetheart only when it's about praising or hating one of her brothers. No, it's not the only option you have because she's underdeveloped as a character. There's actually another one.

LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE.

[italiantea]

insomnia analysis bc i have brainrot

if anyone's interested here's my translation of the lyrics. with scribbly notes for further context

thoughts and analysis under the cut because i can not shut up

first of all, the character's name: 淵 素直

eve-verse characters tend to have quite literal names, and this one is no exception.

his family name fuchi (淵), means 'abyss' or 'depths', and his given name sunao (素直) means 'honest', as in to be honest about your true feelings. this is fitting because fuchi's trauma stems from the familial circumstances he was born into, and throughout the song he learns to be honest to himself about his feelings.

at its core, insomnia is a song about self acceptance, about facing the damaged, ugly, and contradictory parts of yourself and accepting them as part of you. the lyrics mention two pronouns, 'I' and 'you'. however, throughout the mv, fuchi is really the only real character, with 'I' referring to his current self, and 'you' referring to his child self. and finally there's his zingai mr. creepypasta, which is arguably a manifestation of his own heart.

the mv also has several shots depicting fuchi's reflection in screens and mirrors, contrasting with his inability to see other people as human

sidenote but the way the font of the lyrics changes based on which version of him is on screen is a nice touch. his child self is literally represented by a cuter, more childlike font.

his child self represents the little boy he once was. a child who has been hurt, who gleefully wields a gun and sees people around him as balloons, like objects to be shot for target practice. this seems to stem from his fear of people's judgement, whether it be because of his obvious differences in appearance, or his violent urges which are seen as socially unacceptable.

we can see from the start of the mv that fuchi struggles with suicidal urges and fantasies of hurting other people. he doesn't understand why he has these urges, and even though his trauma happened before he was old enough to fully understand or remember, it affects him deeply till this day.

even when he tries to voice his thoughts to other people, they don't understand and he ends up laughing things off as a joke. he's unable to connect to others, partly because he's unable to connect with himself

i find this part interesting because it doesn't explicitly use any pronouns. it can be inferred that the third line refers to others being appalled by his violent thoughts, but really the same sentiment applies to his own revulsion towards himself. he acknowledges that within his own thoughts is the only place he can remain true to himself; he cannot keep denying his ugly thoughts no matter how 'evil' they may be. at the end of the day, violent intrusive thoughts are just thoughts, and thoughts on their own are not 'good' or 'evil' (thoughtcrime aint real baby), nor are they representative of your true self.

here he addresses his inner child directly: he wishes to understand him, and to do so without any moral judgement. he tells himself to overcome the night they can't return to, referring to his child self literally stuck in the past unable to move past his trauma. however, he also hopes that in the end they can make the right choices, and the two can meet in 'the right world'.

fuchi represses his ugly thoughts, but they resurface in his dreams, leading to his insomnia. in the end it leads to him acting out his violent fantasies while sleepwalking, reenacting the same things his child self does in the earlier dream sequence.

these lyrics i feel like (as well as being a reference to fight song) represent fuchi's mentality for facing the future. he's gone and done it now, caused unspeakable damage to multiple innocent people and the police are after him. but what else is there to do but keep moving forward? to keep struggling through no matter how bad things get, to continue having hope for the future? it's the last move on the board. it's your only choice.

insomnia is not a song about believing in the good in your heart and stopping yourself before it's too late. it's about picking up the pieces after the damage is done. as hard as he tried to make the right decisions, he ultimately failed due to circumstances out of his control. and still, life goes on.

the lyric changes reflect this: he has ultimately failed to guide himself to the 'right' world. near the end, the opening shots in the mv repeat, this time depicting the city without his presence, after he has been locked up. (im reaching image limit here you know what im talking about)

in the last part, fuchi faces himself, all the painful and ugly and contradictory parts, and embraces them as part of himself.

the one wielding the gun is himself. the one wrestling the gun away is also himself. even his pain and loneliness are feelings that he doesnt regret, as they were the light burning inside him that kept him going. the lyrics describe a light that shines like a jewel, while the video depicts that not as the light of a brighter future, but as the lights of a truck about to run him over. in a way, the one driving the truck is also himself. contradictory as they are, they are all parts of him he can't deny.

ive seen some confusion on what exactly mr. creepypasta's motives are, but i think he's meant to be contradictory on purpose. disregarding all the urban fantasy-esque lore about what zingai are, he's a manifestation of fuchi's psyche, a representation of coping mechanisms that may have protected him in some ways, but now harm him in others. fuchi being hit by a 'driverless' truck parallels his sleepwalking, both being actions he has no voluntary control over, but are caused by manifestations of his subconscious urges.

and it's only after fuchi embraces his inner child and breaks out from the dream world that he can start to move past his trauma and connect with the world again.

other less relevant stuff but when i first saw the mv i was a bit shocked they went with a shooting scene of all things, considering gun violence isnt really a thing in japan. (i hadnt paused to read the text yet so i didnt know it was a model gun) but after some consideration i think it makes sense in context. according to the extra tidbit posted today, fuchi sees real people as balloons, but can see people as people in fictional media, which led to him emulating human expression through fiction. he also works at a video rental store and loves movies, so i think the shooting, as well as other elements like his ringtone in the beginning, the american comic book style snippets, the references to the movie it (balloons and yellow raincoat) may be alluding to influence from western media.

anyway those r my thoughts and if anyone read till here. why. thanks tho

[littlesislovesyou]

Oh I'm absolutely sure I want to message I'm just...nervous about perception is all? If that makes sense...

And gods you'd be such a flirty tease all the time when we talk I wouldn't be able to resist you and return the favor and leave you soaking wet for me~ <3333 And ooooh I'd love to see the concepts you're working on and help give feedback >< I'm not the greatest in that but I'd do my best for you sweet girl 🖤

You'd so amazing and irresistible covered in your owner's seed...from me using my personal fuckpet as much as I want...even while you're unconscious and recording all the filthy things I did...cumming in you and all over your ethereal body...giving you a facial and fucking your perfect tits, squeezing them dry as if I was trying to force milk out and cumming all over them too...admiring how pretty they look covered in my cum~ And then fucking your tight, unconscious holes with reckless abandon or remorse...like a feral beast snapping and taking you all for myself. I'll show you the recordings and pictures one day while we're chilling and talking in my car...maybe in the backseat and you in my lap as your ears are glued to the screen...your eyes wet with tears as you can't yet can fully believe I did this all to you while you were drugged or knocked out like a light~ And despite your tears. I'll reach under your legs to inspect and see if it affected you at all...only find you soaking wet and grinding against my bulge subconsciously...despite your tears we both know the truth...you loved every second of it and you want more don't you sweetheart...? All you have to do is BEG! 🤭🔪

And it won't be long after that that we'll be parked in a forest area so I can rape you again when you're wide awake and able to every hit, slap and spank I'd inflict upon you as I bruise your slutty body...the pleasure your body responds to with glee when I'm fucking your cunt and teasing your asshole with my fingers and sucking on your tits like a lifeline as I primally breed you nonstop~ No ones gonna hear you scream baby...no one important...and your crying and screaming mixed with your whimpering and moaning just makes me hard enough to rape you again...

Keep struggling and I'll choke you...feeling your wholes clench tighter as you fight briefly for air before I ease up on the pressure and force my tongue into your mouth as I get closer and closer to cumming again~

I'll send you home limping...bulging and plugged up with my cum again...as God intended <333

I'm so happy you enjoy everything I send you. I always worry about going too far yk? And yes the reassurance makes me feel comfortable and happy because I want to do this for you as much as I do it for me too ><

And mhm you're reassuring me that what's in my head is fine as long as I can share them with you...encouraging me to send you more of my depraved thoughts of what I'd do to you with no remorse...how perverted I'd constantly be in your presence and you'd just smile and thank me for it and tease me to do more~ Because it gets you soaking wet and imagining it tenfold like the perverted little angel you are for me...💗

I look forward to it too! I'm just a bit nervous to get so vulnerable to the point where I have to take off my mask...but maybe you'll reassure me then that it's okay and how despite knowing who I am inside...You'll accept me and make me feel comfy and welcome here always ><

...and let me mask up once again because it's hot and I need to chase you through a forest before catching up and pinning you down and doing unspeakable things together <3333

I hope you had a wonderful day and night and sleep well when you do and if you are already asleep then I'm sorry for taking so long :(

My shower was good though just had way more to do after it than I thought...

Please take care of yourself and I hope to see you sooner or later! 🖤

Perception? If you feel comfortable explaining it more to me so I can better understand<3 I hope you know though that I just enjoy talking to you, and when and if you’re ever ready I’m here, hopefully I can help ease the nerves before then, I’m not rushing anything 🥺💗💗

Also don’t feel bad for taking time!💗 I know life gets busy<3 you should always take care of yourself first ofc, I was actually just watching movies, trying to soak up as much of my night as I can 🥺 I predict tomorrow for me might not be amazing, I’m trying to have high hopes but I don’t know, I hope I’m wrong though! Ahh sorry I don’t mean to rant<3

I’m glad the shower was good cutie!💓 too bad I wasn’t there to help no?<3

I hope you know you’re always welcome here🩷 my absolutely wonderfully depraved mutual💗💗🫶

I’d never want you to not be yourself!<3

Ahh you know, I would 100% get so wet, if you started choking me, cutting off my air all the while sticking your tongue down my throat, I’d get so dizzy and lightheaded<333 I’d want you to dump your cum into me right there, and I would beg for it too☺️💗 aghhh I sound so slutty, I just can’t help it when it comes to you;’)

Alsooo I would just love to know your thoughts just if you like them<3 some of the stuff you write in these asks is so just… very very good, like 🥺 you drive me absolutely crazy to the point where I am seriously addicted to you💗 god you have turned me into such a complete slut for you<3 and I love it

You haven’t gone too far at all, ever💗

Ever since you told me all I do is think about you cumming to my pictures anymore, just fucking your hand, you’re probably just running through all the sick things you’d do to me~ everything you want to do, want to experience and try out for yourself💗💗💗💗 aghhh

Ugh 🥺 and it was absolutely a good kind of melting<3

You sincerely have no idea what you do to me🖤 I hope that I give you the same feelings<3

[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 30

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Van reveals some devastating news to Lyla 💙

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Anyone would think that I was crazy sitting out on the balcony in just my underwear and a thin shirt in the middle of December, but it was safe out there. I couldn't see what Van was doing, I couldn't hear what he was doing and if I screwed my eyes shut tight I could almost transport myself somewhere else. Almost. The cold winter wind and icy drizzle nipped at my flesh mercilessly and was a constant reminder of where I was and the fact that the man I'd let so easily into my life was capable of unspeakable things and I'd just left him to it. Stepped aside and let things happen.

After around twenty minutes I was shivering violently, soaked to the skin and I'd lost all feeling in my extremities, so I reluctantly made my way to the balcony door, my fingers closing around the door handle, pausing to take a deep inhale. Maybe I shouldn't be hiding out here like a coward. Maybe I needed to face up to things and see for myself the darker side of the man who'd stolen both my heart and my mind.

The door slid open with no resistance and I slipped back into the room, surprised to see it empty with nothing to indicate that it had been occupied by the two men apart from the obvious signs of my earlier fight. Then I heard a dull thud followed by a ghastly groan and my head snapped up to note the closed bathroom door. I certainly wasn't going to open it.

I left the balcony door open and crossed to the chair where Van had placed his coat, delving into the pockets. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, driven by a desperation to find out something about the man who was still largely a mystery to me. There was a folded switchblade, a packet of cigarettes, a lighter, and a mobile phone. I deftly jabbed at the phone, bringing the screen to life, furtively glancing in the direction of the bathroom to check I was undisturbed. The phone was practically blank, no apps and no text messages, not even a list of contacts, just a few sent and received calls to numbers that meant nothing to me. I was just about to replace it when I had a sudden flash of inspiration, keying in my number and placing a call to my own phone which I quickly ended as soon as it connected. Of course I knew how things worked. Criminals like Van would never keep one phone for long, they would use a succession of unregistered 'burner' phones that couldn't be traced, replacing them regularly to carry out their illegal activities. Even so, just the thought that I might be able to contact him rather than waiting for his call gave me a sense of comfort.

The sound of running water from the bathroom saw me hastily plunge the phone back into Van's coat pocket and step away until I was standing with my back pressed against the opposite wall. I was still standing there when Van emerged only seconds later, stepping into the room and leaning back against the door, eyes fixed on me with a hint of wariness which I wasn't expecting. He moved a hand up to push it through his still damp hair and I found myself inspecting both of his hands, looking for traces of blood, evidence of his crimes. There was none. I supposed he'd washed it away. He was meticulous after all.

"Is he... dead?" I asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it, wanting to see if snuffing a life out in such a brutal manner really did have any visible effect on him.

"Yes he is," he said plainly, and I was surprised to see something behind the steeliness. I waited, sensing he had more to say, and I was stunned when he did.

"I don't like you to see that side of me. I wish you didn't have to."

"Maybe... I want to see... all sides of you," I answered hesitantly. "The good and the bad. That's the only way you really get to know a person isn't it?"

"And what happens when you uncover something you wish you hadn't? What then, huh? There's no going back."

Frustration wracked me, but I knew I couldn't push him. Whatever dark secrets dwelled in him were buried deep, eating away at him, tormenting his soul and leading him on the path that he'd taken. But that same path had also led him to me. There had to be something in that.

"Maybe I don't want to go back..." I said quietly. "Ever... This is it now..."

He stood still for a moment like I'd astounded him with my words, then he dropped his head, stepping across the room where he dug in his coat pocket for his cigarettes. I watched as he drew out the chair, moving it over to the open balcony door. He sat down, facing me, slipping a cigarette between his lips and lighting up.

"I think it's about time I told you a few things." His eyes held a swirl of emotions as they came to rest on my face, a depth that I was starting to see more of.

I was still, waiting, full of intrigue but frightened as well. My life wasn't something I seemed to have control of anymore, and it was careering faster and faster towards some conclusion I couldn't even begin to imagine. The thought of finding out that destination terrified me.

Van took a deep inhale, tipping his head towards the open doorway and blowing out the smoke into the night. "What if I told you that evil had a name? And I knew that name?"

"You've got to stop talking in riddles... you've got to..."

"I know who ordered the hit on your dad."

It felt like all the air had been instantly sucked out of the room. I gasped for breath, a hand shooting up to my mouth, my body folding like crumpled paper. I hit the floor on my knees, hot tears stinging my eyes.

Van remained where he was, still but not impassive. He looked like he wanted to reach out to me but he didn't know how. "Van..." I breathed, feeling a rush of nausea hit the back of my throat. I swallowed deeply, tried to still the hurricane of thoughts that raged through my head, but I couldn't.

He sighed then, a weary sound full of regret. I watched him take a drag from the cigarette, then another. I fixed my stare on the glowing embers, tears clouding my vision, waiting to hear more.

Eventually he flicked the butt out the balcony door and turned to me, leaning forward in the seat, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.

"I wanted to kill him... before I told you, I wanted to obliterate him from the face of the earth. Things haven't gone to plan though. He's like a shadow, a ghost... well I suppose he's a dead man so that's fitting..."

"A dead man? What do you mean? Are you going to tell me who it is?" My voice was a cracked whisper, the tears flowing freely now.

A look of intense distaste crossed Van's face, like even having the name on his tongue was toxic. When he spoke the words dripped with so much hatred it made me shudder.

"It was Tommy Chappell..."

My mind scrambled, trying to make sense of it. It couldn't be. He was a dead man. I'd heard the stories countless times from my dad, the hero who finally brought Tommy down. He'd drowned in The Thames, condemned to a watery grave for all the pain and suffering that he'd caused.

"I... I don't understand," I stuttered. "There was a car chase. It was my dad... he actually saw his car go into the river. He died. I mean, they never found a body, but he couldn't have survived. The flood waters were up that winter. Everyone knows the story."

"He got out, don't ask me how, but he did. He must have gone into hiding. God knows he had enough friends in high places who would have helped him."

Van reached for his cigarette packet again, shifting in his seat, agitated, anger bubbling up inside of him. That's when the realisation hit me. Tommy was also responsible for killing Van's whole family too. The picture of Van as a traumatised child flashed through my mind, and I wondered how long he'd known, how long he'd harboured this painful secret, this desire for revenge. He lit up again, pulling hard on his cigarette, lips pulled into a snarl as he spoke again.

"That's just the thing with Tommy, he's got people everywhere... the police... the fucking government... even the agency that you work for..."

"What?"

"He did back then, and he still does now," Van confirmed. "Of course there might be more than one. Whoever was working for Tommy back then might not be the same person who's working for him now, but there's definitely someone bent in the agency right now. I didn't get a name, but that's who sent that prick in the bathroom to kill you. You can't trust anyone... not any more."

The revelation hit me like a tonne of bricks, my mind whirring manically, in danger of spinning completely out of control. There were so many good agents who I worked alongside, most of them who I would trust unequivocally with my life. Jen and Raj and many more. Paul...

Fuck... the thought of Paul's possible duplicity felt like a knife through my heart. The idea that he could have betrayed my father was unthinkable, but now it had formed in my mind I couldn't shake it. It crept in like a putrid, festering rot, taking root, tainting the idealistic image of the man who'd often been like a father to me and a brother to my dad. I tasted bile in my mouth, my stomach clenching with the sickening thought.

You can't trust anyone...

I placed my hands on the carpeted floor, as if to steadily myself whilst my world collapsed around me. Van sat there motionless but his expression was agonised.

"I'm going to find out who it is," he said, his voice gruff with anger. "I'm going to find out and then I'm going to kill them. I'll kill all of them... anyone who's involved with Tommy. Every last fucking one of them."

I looked up at him, deep into those blue eyes that I used to fear, saw the conviction in them, the vow that he was making. I knew then that he would stop at nothing, even sacrificing himself to see his deadly pledge to its final conclusion.

The realisation shocked me through to my core, overwhelming me. Even with the knowledge that I was now privy to, I knew there was more. I'd only just scratched the surface of this complex puzzle that I was a part of. I'd still not plumbed the depths that would reveal the true nature of Van's feelings and his harrowing past.

Questions and possibilities flitted through my mind with a jumble of emotions as I tried to piece together how Tommy could have faked his own death and stayed hidden for so long whilst heading up the largest criminal network the country had ever seen.

"I just can't believe it. Tommy Chappell... I mean he was bad back in the day... really bad. But compared to what we're dealing with now he was small time. We're not just talking protection rackets and vice and selling drugs to the Northern cities."

Van nodded, his expression grim. "He's moved on. He's selling arms and people trafficking now, international drugs trading and worse... much, much worse..."

He screwed his eyes shut momentarily, trying to compose himself. "The company he keeps, the vile pieces of shit that he protects, that's why he's where he is today. It's not just gangsters and criminals... it's politicians and government officials, high ranking police officers. They carry on doing their sick fucking shit and he enables it. I just sit and wait until one of them steps out of line... and then I get the nod to step in.... and that suits me just fine..."

He smiled then but it was full of malice and it slipped away as soon as he started speaking again. "Tommy never got his hands dirty. He left all of that to me. He just sits there in his ivory tower, giving out the orders, raking in the cash."

He paused, reaching for his cigarettes yet again, inhaling the smoke into his lungs deeply as soon as one was lit. I took the chance to speak. "How long have you known... that it was Tommy?"

"Not long. I suspected, but it's taken me years to find out for sure... I was even trying before I got the job. And when I did my orders to kill came through a handler. No one gets to see Tommy or hear from him directly you see. He's clever. There's layer upon layer in this organisation, all there to protect him and his inner fucking circle." He spat out the last line in disgust, his temper mounting again. "And now I found out the truth just like your dad did so he wants me dead. They all do. But they don't know what they're dealing with. They want a battle? I'll bring them a fucking war."

Unfettered rage was seething inside Van, a boiling hot lava that was contained for now but only just. It simmered in his eyes and the tension in his muscles, taut and coiled, driven by his anguish and desire for revenge, a need which consumed him.

It sparked something inside me too. The brutal injustice of it all, my dad's death... countless other innocent lives shattered and torn apart mindlessly, and for what? One man's thirst for power and wealth that overshadowed all sense of morality. He needed to be stopped.

"I want to be there when you kill Tommy," I suddenly blurted, the determination in my voice ringing out.

Van's jaw tightened, his fists clenched, the knuckles white. I knew what he was thinking. This was his fight. Even though he was partly avenging me he would never willingly lead me into anything that might lead to my demise. But he didn't have a choice this time. I wanted this. I needed this.

"I want to see it," I carried on. "I want to see the look in his eyes... I want him to know how it feels to lose everything... And I want to ask him how it feels when he does."

My world had stopped spinning now and the fog was clearing, slowly but certainly. As it did it occurred to me that back when all this started Van had told me that he and I weren't so different and despite my protestations at the time he hadn't been wrong. Not at all.

He was watching me with a certain curiosity now, his rage retreating, his focus fully on me. "Just when I thought I had you all figured out you go and do something to surprise me yet again..."

I shifted on the floor under his penetrating glare. It was the simmering kind of hungry gaze a predator might use to look upon his prey, but not to determine when to pounce. He knew he didn't have to do that. I was there for the taking. He just had to decide when to take a bite.

"I saw you tonight... in the club... outside the hotel..." A shadow of a smirk graced his lips. "Tell me Lyla... what is it that you really want?"

He leant back in the chair, head tipped slightly back, watching me with hooded eyes. I felt my heartbeat increase, my mouth go dry. Even after all this time he still had that same effect on me. The ability to make me feel simultaneously weak and powerful. Vulnerable yet desired.

I rose up slightly from my sitting position on to my knees, maintaining his gaze as I gripped the edges of my rain-soaked shirt, peeling it back slowly over my shoulders until it fell on to the floor behind me. I shivered as the air hit my damp skin.

"I want you Van... only you."

He was quiet for a moment as if considering my reply, and as the silence stretched on the tension grew. The air was thick with it, making my pulse race even more.

"You sure about that?"

I nodded, swallowing deeply. The chill on my skin a stark contrast to the fire that smouldered down low in my body.

"You don't have to be gentle," I whispered, a flush staining my cheeks as my words reached him and I saw his expression change, his lips curling into a wolfish smile.

He shook his head slowly. "Oh... I won't be."

A little gasp escaped me unbidden, and his smile widened even further. "Why don't you come over here Lyla?"

I shifted on my knees, went to rise up, but froze on the spot when Van's voice came sharp and commanding.

"No... don't get up. Hands and knees. I want you to crawl..."

[cleabellanov]

A movie concept:

BLACK WIDOW II: into the winter mist

There is only one Black Widow movie, and although I know the feelings about it are mixed, I personally really enjoyed it: seeing more of Natasha with bits of her past and the Red Room.

But it could've been more, and, don't mind me if I say, we deserved to see more.

(Well, not taking into account all the factors it would take to make this movie, like finances, date of release...only as a "concept" level)

In this movie, instead of going into future events, because...we can't ignore that the battle of Endgame happened, we go into the past. A much further away past than we're used to seeing in Marvel, who usually likes the future better (except we're not talking about time-travel. we see the actual past of Natasha Romanoff).

It starts, as it will end, with the Red Room. Young Natasha just got "recruited" into this establishment. She can't fight it: she's just a child, only 6 years old at that time. The year is 1990. As we already know from the Black Widow movie, she won't stay there for long...not the first time. She returns in 1995, with Yelena too this time. She knows how to fight it now. It's not enough.

The years pass, the training is rough. We need a lot of translated subtitles, because the actors speak in Russian. There are a few familiar faces, like Dreykov's, and a blue eyed blonde who might be Yelena, but otherwise it's all dark tones. Time passes quickly in the first part of the movie.

The life of an indoctrinated Red Room spy is so much tougher when you see the details. Parts of the missions are shown: the blood, the sweat and tears, the seductions...But they all do what they're trained to do as widows. Their ledger is "dripping, gushing red". Could saving a man no more virtuous than themselves change that?

We don't get to know. The Red Room's greatest weapon now comes in to train the widows: the Winter Soldier. Every widow had heard about him, about how he got his name because he fought in the Cold War, and was colder than the coldest winter they ever faced. And now, he's here. Training them.

There is nothing human about him. Bucky Barnes is seemingly completely lost, or far beyond saving from everything the Winter Soldier did. But Natasha: the human in her having a voice over the trained assassin, sees beyond all the layers of the weapon. And Bucky Barnes - James, by the name she discovered and didn't stop calling him by - is awakened again for the first time in decades.

A dangerous play starts between the two: one that, if you read a few comics, you're maybe familiar with. But it's a whole other thing to see it on screen.(Sebastian Stan and Scarlett Johansson would have great chemistry, you can't prove me wrong.) During training, missions: both in Russia and the whole Europe (because who would be paired with the soldier if not the most skilled of the widows?). We get to see them in action. In more ways than one.

They're good at keeping secrets, too. The success of their actions leaves little suspicios to anything else.

And they're more powerful together. Their bond is strenghtened by the trauma they both have in their history. Yes, a trauma bond is still a bond. And it's not even just that: they make it more, because it matters. It matters for two trained weapons-to-be to step out of line, and without trying to wipe out their villanous nature, to use it upon their own judgement.

Because that's what they've been plannig for a long time: stepping out of line. It didn't matter no one was able to break out from Russia's great lineage. They were gonna be the first.

The screen shows the time and space : Moscow, 2009. All we can hear is the hustling wind, as the scene cuts from the outside of the Red Room's Base (before it got moved into the air) to Bucky and Nat's holding hands. One more mission, then they go according to plan. They don't make promises, because they know it is difficult to keep them, but they make an unspeakable oath, and to hell with fate if it doesn't agree.

This "last mission" of Nat's as a red room agent is in Budapest. And she goes alone.

Where agent Clint Barton is supposed to kill her.

In her absence, however, James's weak composure is revealed. He hid it perfectly, for the a longest time yet, but it became clear once Natasha was gone that the Winter Soldier wasn't acting like a machine anymore. He even knew Captain America's full name. Steven Grant Rogers. He fought not to give it up, but didn't resist.

He didn't get to read Nat's little note, because she was smarter than to leave it in plain sight. But in a few years, Bucky was going to find the paper again. And remember, because that's what she out it there for.

In Budapest, the arrow doesn't follow its given course. Barton spares a life, causing so much more to happen in return. Because nothing is for nothing.

Natasha Romanoff doesn't go back. She figures out what happened to James the second she heares about his most recent kills. That's the last drop driving her to killing Dreykov...or thinking she did so. With the world believing him dead, she actually did the man a favor.

But neither her nor Barton have any idea of what will be happening right now. The credits start rolling right after Natasha speaks her line "I know what to do" with a vengeful look on her face. We know what happens afterwards. But this movie is set in the past, so the characters don't.

There is only one post credit.

"Good to see finally see you again". Bucky's voice, on a black screen.

We see the note in red ink again, on a table. The year is also shown, 2014 : during the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

"Can't blame a girl for being late". Natasha's voice.

And, at the end of the movie, written wtih the classical white on black:

Black Widow will return in "Black Widow III: Budapest".

[no-white-dress]

Ask game!

TOH Willow + Darius: 11, 18, 25. Ducktales Della: 2, 7, 8

(Might be too much, just pick and choose lol)

Never too much!

Willow

11 - on a personality level*, yes. We'd cheer for each other and support each other through stuff. Problems in communication though cuz we both bottle up a lot 💀

18 - It has to be Willow's friendship with Gus. They're each other's ride or die while still being able to say "this is a terrible idea, don't do it". There's a lot of respect and cameraderie there.

25 - at first I thought Willow was a sweet, fun character, but I didn't think much of her. I was excited to see her confidence grow, and loved to see how they blurred the lines of character tropes with her. She's a very cool character overall and I believe she brings a lot to the story, even though I don't often talk about or write her

Darius

11 - again, on a personality level*, yes. Again, masters of bottling up, but I'm a good listener too. I feel like Darius would be able to teach me to freaking relax every now and then 😂

18 - I really love the bond between him and Eberwolf! There's so much packed in the few minutes they're on screen together, the familiarity, the complicity, knowing the other inside out and still being surprised by them, the unspeakable care they have for each other... aaaah I'm soft

25 - when Darius was first properly introduced in Eda's Requiem, my reaction was "oh fuck, he's powerful", and I was worried about how the good guys were gonna get past him in the eventual final fight. I was also very "NO Cass you can't simp for another villain, you have too many already!", so I was delighted to find out he was not a villain after all. And now... now he's my favorite character in the franchise and I could and have written essays about him and I aspire to ever write a character as good as Darius.

*I said based on personality because, alas, they are both out of my age range

Della

2 - my favorite canon thing about Della is that she is totally like Donald. They could've made her more suave and "feminine", instead she has all the same flaws as her twin and that's never portrayed negatively! I really enjoyed her anger outbursts and her impulsiveness, it was refreshing to see

7 - I am entirely out of the Ducktales fandom because I only binged all of it the past two months. So I am blissfully ignorant to every and any fandom drama and I'm not itching to end my peace

8 - See above

[haus-mom]

1, 10, 20, 30 and 40! And 9!

aaaa thank you mar!!!! you better believe i'll ask you back! though when this gets posted the questions will already be on your askbox but anyway

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

AUGH I HAVE. A LOT ACTUALLY but if i had to choose a few hmmmmm

first there's ninten!!! yes that's actually his name. or ken. he's named ken in the novel. any mother/earthbound character would fit but i'm specially attached to ninten because Back Then he used to get characterized as this super silly guy with millions of penguin plushies in his room and he's just. he's a cool dude! his first and only quote in the entire game is at the end, when the adventure is over, he just plops into his bed and falls asleep mid sentence. the penguin thing is kinda canon btw. he loves penguins <3

then there's neku from twewy!!! i'm trying to go chronologically or i'll get irrevocably lost. met him through kingdom hearts and seeing as his game was on the ds i was like "eh why not" (<- this later led to a life changing experience)

he's such an idiot and i actually hate him a lot <3 (affectionate. like, really affectionate) he's the definition of a closed off edgelord but he grows so much and learns so much and dhsbhdabhjhjbhj

there's another reason why he's here though!!! twewy is played with both screens on the ds, neku being on the lower and his game partner on the upper. but i absolutely sucked at keeping track of both screens so my brother would control the partner so when i see him i smile remembering everytime my brother and i almost broke my ds in half trying to beat sho <3 it was christmas too! yay!

the fun part about being a fan of this game is that the only official art that came up when i looked him up were a super close up of his face and a spoiler. so i had to go into the game files and get this pic myself.

anyway.

this is yuuichi mizuoka from re:kinder, he's the last character someone would consider a comfort character, and he basically invented being a princess with a disorder (sort of. heart did it first)

this is also the little guy who went around biting people (like chibita!) and telling you why he's a comfort character would both be extremely spoilery and extremly sad, because i already showed you his introduction and he's just. he's a murder baby, what else do you need? the things that this li'l fella has both gone through and done are unspeakable. he's unfixable. he's also 8 years old.

honestly every parun character (that. that i know of (?) is a comfort character in the sense that if i see them i get all happy and [FLAPS HANDS]

some more than others, like, i can highlight tokimeki, gote, ramu, and if you show me a picture of handa i will actually do the 🥺face irl. does that make topema from henderland no daibouken a comfort character? wait, she actually kinda is, isn't she?

i have some more but this ask would never get actually answered if i listed them all, have the ones from my formative years (11-13 y/o, everyone's formative years, right?) honorable mentions are the second year trio from inago, kasane teto, ryuunosuke naruhodou, minori hanasato, sora kingdomhearts (that's his actual name), takane enomoto... see, this is why we go chronological, otherwise we get confused and forget characters </3

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

neither, actually, i don't like coffee and caffeine makes me sleepy, so i normally don't drink any... i don't like tea either, so i'm team third option: chocomilk :D!

10. would you slaughter the rich?

not realistically, because i'm hilariously weak (physically), but i'd gladly watch others slaughter the rich! i'd feel bad doing nothing so i can offer emotional support! i can even dress as a cheerleader. or the cheer squad from osu tatakae ouendan. hell yeah.

20. do you say soda or pop?

les digo FANTA y COCACOLA porque creo que aparte de "bebidas gaseosas" no tenemos ninguna palabra así cortita para definirla, así que en españa (no sé si en alguna parte de latinoamérica tenéis alguna) siempre les decimos como las marcas. creo que rebloggeé hace poco un post sobre marcas teniendo que ceder derechos porque la gente empieza a decirle a los productos como las marcas y me resulta hilarante

when speaking in english i say soda because, despite my (british) teacher's best efforts, i was raised by american youtubers and that cannot be undone. pop is a hilarious word to me because it is what it is. it goes "pop!" when you open it, so it's called pop!

30. is there dishes in your room?

there were two (2) dishes in my room when you sent this ask, but i decided to be a responsible adult and wash them before having dinner. there's a cup here though. from dinner. because i don't feel like leaving it in the sink just yet.

40. did you have any snacks today?

uhhhh, do chewable fruit candies count? when it's exam season i usually have a bag of snacks nearby because the sugar does wonder to my concentration ✨ might be placebo, might be me doing better because i get to have A Little Treat, who knows

(these candies have the flavour written in portuguese, i think, and i was so confused like 'what the fuck is a mirtilo 😭'

cuando vi el limón, que pues, es literalmente limão, quedé como así

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13x22 exodus (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

well, mom gets a hug. that's something i guess. no time for extended you're-actually-alive-reunions with lucifer smarming around in the background.

this trying to be i dunno, spookyish discordant atmospheric music is not hitting for me. it just feels wildly out of sync with the tone of the scene. i wonder who made iiiit. oh look, it's jay gruska. i seriously don't look it up until i have a ~vibe~ and i'm vaguely impressed with my consistent reactions to the two composers. i'm pretty much never rockin with jay. sorry, my dude.

LUCIFER Don’t say he’s nothing like me. I’m the only one who understands him. This power he has? I’m powerful, dangerous, ruthless. In the...best sense, though. DEAN No. Kill him. LUCIFER (chuckles) He can’t. He’s not strong enough. GABRIEL Dean… DEAN (turns on Gabriel) You’ve got the blade. JACK (quietly) Stop it. DEAN He’s the devil. Kill him. JACK (shouting) Stop it!

in the land of not-a-show, this seems very reasonable. we have the means and opportunity to FINALLY fucking kill this guy, who has done unspeakably awful things to more than one person present. who they've been trying to take out for a long ass time. but, being that it's this show, yeah. of course it's not that simple. i think they had a general plan to kill him after they used him for the nexus excursion, yes? but them believing he'd still be captured and subdued until then was a bit of a stretch :p also, jack wasn't around for that convo and i suppose he might have some thoughts and feelings around cutting down bio dad right away

CAS In case your innate evil overwhelms this new found team spirit, you won’t mind wearing these then, will you. You’re not at full power. They should hold you.

LOL good one. is he not at full power because he was drained, juiced up, then used some of that juice to resurrect sam? (was also thinking about how like, cas stole someone's grace at one point. a bad someone, right? is it that different? why didn't gabriel just go that route? not actually socially acceptable? whatever. we needed to include lucifer)

jfc nic shut up

thank you, everyone, for that long ass hug. i'm not crying, no, i'm fine

i know the wiki has hugs and lengths (which amuses me to no end), i wouldn't be surprised if that was one of the longer ones. ahbl 29 seconds i think is an outlier being that sam is dead through most of it 😞 what a statement. excluding ahbl pt 1, top 3! lol

other thing he did, which he does regularly? when he's affectionate, that turn to the side like he's checking who's around or avoiding eye contact while he got a little mushy.

he does it before hugging a lot too, like the avoiding eye contact and pulling someone in. definitely with charlie, not sure actually who all he does it with, if everyone at one point or another? anyway. he doesn't instigate a ton of hugs. i'm not under the influence, i swear, i'm just extra... *waves hands*

jack having a little montage o'guilt with xfiles sounds rapid fire (they use it periodically now but i don't recall so many of them in one scene like this. i had to search for "shoe" on the wiki because my blog search is perpetually fucked and all i could remember of the scene was sam finding a shoe lol)

so like, the solution is all the au people come back with her through the nexus, right? so this is a moot conversation? but. dean's reaction to her "i know what you went through to come find me" was so right. like, understatement of the century and in fact i DON'T think you know what they did. and (show logic aside) sam died and only isn't still dead due to a fluke/luck.

interesting to see the production draft script has her saying sorry and that she's grateful, which didn't make it to screen

granted, i think they were doing the getting back to the nexus project for jack too, and i imagine they would have made the same efforts and paid the same prices. but anyway. feels like dean is always waiting for the other shoe to drop with mary, reinforced with her needing space business before, so understandably he's immediately reacting defensively and maybe a little childishly (do they need-need mary? probably not. but it's also reasonable and understandable to want your almost entirely absent mother [which she had no control over] once you got her back)

another thing i like about pellegrino's lucifer, the hair! it just is almost always unkempt in not a cool way, more the disaster been sleeping on it weird way. which my hair also is often in some degree of.

DEAN We have been mopping up the world for years. Years. We have been knocked down. We have been possessed. We’ve lost friends. We’ve lost family. We’ve lost each other. And we never walk away, ever. And sometimes, we should’ve, because not every fight everywhere can be won. It just can’t. Right? (turning to Sam) Tell her.

never (permanently) walk away. ignoring the nonsensical amelia aberration? 🤪 i don't really understand dean's logic. we never walk away, but sometimes we should have, so mary should walk away? doesn't seem like the best sell

SAM I think Mom made up her mind. DEAN See? Wait. What? SAM Mom doesn’t want to leave these people. So let’s take ‘em with us. MARY They’ll never leave their home. They’ll never leave their cause. SAM I’m not saying abandon the fight. I’m saying we get them somewhere safe, then we all figure out a way to take down Michael. Then once we do, they can come back and save their world. MARY You’d do that for them? DEAN Well, we got...what, nine busting out? What’s a few more. How many are we talking? MARY Twenty-five.

(don't know what that 9 number is referring to either, oh right, charlie and ketch? lol) sammy's plan seems very. pie in the sky and not something these other world people would necessary go for but mary's down so sure why not

LUCIFER Well, I mean, yes, I have done things that I am not entirely proud of. I have led the occasional soul to ruin. This is true. But, Jack, it’s because humans are so messed up. They’re -- they’re so willing to be led. JACK My mother was human. LUCIFER Awesome lady. Incorruptible. Not like that. You know, great kisser. And, uh, lost my virginity to her.

pointing to my very disgruntled thoughts about this in 12x08. we're going to regularly make allusions to lucifer raping sam via hallucifer and i think also when sam was stuck with him in 11x09 before cas sprung luci but then lucifer in the president vessel supposedly had never had sex. ok. i prefer to believe that rape isn't part of the torture package, but they make it real hard sometimes. but the show is gonna tell us that was the first time lucifer had sex. being generous and dumb, maybe he believes in the rehymenation like dean. or some particulars of being in a human vessel. as opposed to whatever it is exactly getting tortured in hell. soul in vessel-ish shape? because it wasn't dean's shiny glowing light of a soul on the rack, it was his person. i've been thinking about this off and on since we knew generally what a soul was supposed to look like

jack interviewing lucifer, the quote unquote father of lies, to whatever, determine if he wants to have anything to do with him? well. how could this go wrong?

DEAN I told you no talking! And I told you no listening. JACK Dean, he’s in chains. DEAN His mouth isn’t. Shoulda gagged him. JACK No, I need to know about my powers, my family. CAS Jack, we are your family. We’ve been protecting you. We’ve been honoring your mother’s wishes. We’re your family. SAM Jack, you have no idea who Lucifer really is. JACK And I never will unless I talk to him.

like yes obviously, going this route is going to make anyone shut down and not listen to what you have to say (acting like john winchester basically), especially someone who is framed as being a kid. HOWEVER! couldn't we just say that lucifer spent a year which is equivalent to whatever in dog hell years torturing sam. our sam, that's standing right there. your sam, who you're including as a father figure.

MARY (amused) Jack isn’t going to the dark side. He’ll see Lucifer’s true nature. And he’ll see through his own eyes and not yours.

like she's trying to impart some parenting wisdom - which this is surely applicable to regular real life parenting! but i don't think it's applicable to the situation at hand. being that the grown ass adults with a lot of life experience and big bad demons etc etc have been fooled by lucifer time and time again. at least he should be aware of the actual harm lucifer has done to everyone present that they've personally experienced. and maybe he does know? i'm thinking WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS. for this half baked plot shit.

lucifer cutting off gabriel from telling him about the (oops not actual) murdering of himself would indicate to me he doesn't know so, yeah. whatever man. i gotta fucking finish this episode! i started yesterday but just yammered on too much and then it was midnight.

BOBBY Now about that. Mary said you wanna take a bunch of our people back to this Other Earth? DEAN Yeah. Yeah, that’s the idea. BOBBY Well, no offense, but that may be the dumbest friggin’ idea in a landfill of dumb ideas.

say it, bobby

sam's gonna give a rousing speech to get the people to come around though, right. and now ketch and charlie get to be tortured. so both ketch and rowena are all about the redemption arc life

i'm real tired of this episode lol.

GABRIEL Dad saw that your evil was like the first few cells of cancer...that it would spread like the disease unless He cut it out. That is why He locked you up, to stop the cancer. But it was too late then. And guess what? It’s too late for you now.

excuse me what. he's crying? what even

great, au!cas misha doing another accent. as a... nazi? seriously checked out at this point

sure. like that whole wound tending thing the first time they were there. weird vibes man, are we supposed to ship it

AW-CASTIEL Don’t think that you are better than me. Well, we are the same. CAS Yes. We are.

cathartic

this like. militaryish music as they ride off in the bus is.... oof. not great. ditto for the music with this goofy fucking jumping through the nexus proceedings

and now gabriel's gonna get into a knife fight with this basically impossible to win against michael, good idea. and sam and dean are just gonna hang back and watch him die

well, at least sam got to trap lucifer there with michael? 🤷 surely that won't go bad!

gives me the heebiejeebies all those people in there

CAS What about Lucifer? DEAN Sam handled it.

heaven forbid we actually kill him. wonder how they're gonna have jack react to this

and hey last minute mushy music during the toast by bobby to sam and dean. welcome to the family. mhm

and of course lucifer immediately plotting with michael

[outeremissary]

Top 5 angel or angel-adjacent characters?

OKAY so this was delayed by my computer restarting against my will and destroying the draft. It's okay :') I feel like my list is probably going to be lamer than expected anyway, haha. I suspect this will be a very lame list as well... the shameful fact is for all the time I spend looking at illustrations with angelic motifs, I don't spend much time with angelic characters in stories.

Tristian (Pathfinder: Kingmaker)

This game has some kind of malign influence on my life.

2. Gabriel (Constantine)

I don't think Constantine is a good movie and I did not enjoy rewatching it as an adult. It turns out the reason I remembered it as being a bit befuddling when watched as a child (I think I caught the back half on tv once?) is because it's just not very good. But do you know what was even better than the pristine memory burned into my mind? Gabriel. Gabriel. Gabriel is so unspeakably perfect on screen. So soft and imposing. So lethal and forceful. Beautiful when in that prim and proper suit, and a vision as a white clad warrior! That twisted philosophy of making humanity "worthy" of love... this had some kind of profound impact on my developing brain, I fear. As a side note, I think there aren't a whole lot of feathery wings that look good in live action stuff, but Gabriel's are actually pretty solid! It probably helps that they're not onscreen much, and not generally static when they are.

3. Angel of Death (Hellboy II: The Golden Army)

I'll be real with you, I remember borderline nothing about Hellboy II, which I last watched when I was 9. But do you know what I remember? The Angel of Death. I remember the Angel of Death so vividly that when my ex had proposed we watch Hellboy I got Really Excited about seeing the Angel of Death and finally getting some context on that vague memory. And do you know what happened? The Angel of Death isn't in the first movie! Betrayed! Bamboozled! And for the rest of the night my ex kept calling me an angelfucker because I was so vocally disappointed.

4. Satan (Devilman)

I'll be real with you, I absolutely saw Crybaby before any other Devilman related thing and this is ummm. Not insignificantly influenced by my feelings about long haired Satan. Anyway. I love a good Satan. Everyone loves a good Satan. I love the deep commitment Satan has to his/their chosen people (the demons) and how desperately he/they works to preserve them. I'm also a huge sucker for a good pyrrhic victory, so what I'm really hooked on is the sincere, pure affection that Satan then develops for one special human who refuses to be taken in and sheltered and protected and saved from the annihilation of humanity. The ultimate symbol of Satan's victory is the destruction of that precious connection, and that's all it takes to make it all feel like it was for nothing. What a pure heart! And then there's all the time loop stuff as well, which is Spicy

Anyway, all Satans are valid but I'm only including one pic, so enjoy long haired Satan.

5. The Wood Sprite (Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio)

This is mostly an aesthetic pick... the truth is that as a character I liked Death better. But like. What an aesthetic. Is it cheating to pick two del Toro designs? I resisted the temptation to add Death as well!

Still, it feels a more substantial choice is needed. Thus, I cheat:

5. 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil (Kill Six Billion Demons)

White Chain is a fantastic character with a substantial character arc dripping with ye olde trans allegory (we love a good trans angel in this house). She struggles throughout the series with the conflict between what she understands to be her duty as an angel upholding cosmic law and her compassion for mortals and desire to protect them. Already an outcast among her peers, she fears further alienation. Her form has also been becoming steadily more human-like: messy, complicated proof of connection she's desperate to deny and her superiors wish to stamp out. Her struggle to grow into her own identity is one of my favorite side character arcs in the comic.

4. Satan (Devilman)

I'll be real with you, I absolutely saw Crybaby before any other Devilman related thing and this is ummm. Not insignificantly influenced by my feelings about long haired Satan. Anyway. I love a good Satan. Everyone loves a good Satan. I love the deep commitment Satan has to his/their chosen people (the demons) and how desperately he/they works to preserve them. I'm also a huge sucker for a good pyrrhic victory, so what I'm really hooked on is the sincere, pure affection that Satan then develops for one special human who refuses to be taken in and sheltered and protected and saved from the annihilation of humanity. The ultimate symbol of Satan's victory is the destruction of that precious connection, and that's all it takes to make it all feel like it was for nothing. What a pure heart! And then there's all the time loop stuff as well. Who doesn't love being eternally trapped in a purgatory of realizing one's mistakes just a little too late to avert them.

Anyway, all Satans are valid but I'm only including one pic, so enjoy long haired Satan.

Honorary mention purely so I can add pictures of her: Eniale

Comedy isn't really my favorite genre, so I didn't expect much of Eniale & Dewiela. But the characters certainly have a lot of charm, and Kamome Shirahama's breathtaking art does a lot to make every moment feel special in a very light hearted series. I have a very strong fondness for Eniale. She's just a little goofball. She's a terrible angel and doesn't work even half as hard as her demonic counterpart (and self-consciously notes that she's far less powerful). She means so well, but she's shallow, airheaded, and selfish, and just tends to cause as many problems as she solves. Despite that, she's incredibly sincere and passionate when it counts. I really love that. She's just a goofy lil scamp! She's a goofy lil scamp and she makes me smile. Also here are some pictures of her.

[donnerpartyofone]

Because of my unspeakable streaming habits, I see a lot of ads for "unscripted" Discovery shows that I would never conceive of watching, that fascinate and horrify me. The exploitation and voyeurism of the actual shows, about dysfunctional people with sometimes (but not always) serious personal problems, doesn't surprise me as much as the ads themselves. They don't introduce any of the players or their narratives, because the target viewer of the ad already knows everything about the shows and is already a fan--which is a strange thing in and of itself, because shouldn't the main point of advertising be to seed new awareness and compel an action that is NOT already happening without the expense of an ad campaign?* But anyway, imagine me, a space alien, watching this ad: An average, unimpressive sort of woman, in no place in particular, speaks into her phone and also to a camera crew about how her mother is dying in the hospital and she's not ready to let her go. She sobs hysterically. And that's it. That's the whole entire thing. Within the bounds of the ad at least, there's no gimmick, nothing to differentiate the people from any other person alive, no overarching drama to give it a special context; like, many of these shows are about people with unusual medical conditions or who have extreme jobs, or they're very rich or very poor, or there's an unwanted pregnancy or something else that raises the stakes, so there's a hook. But as far as the ad in question is concerned this show is like, "Something awful happened to someone, something that happens to everyone, but now you get to see it in extreme closeup!" There is the floating implication that the intended viewer of the ad knows exactly who these people are and why you would want to watch what happens when one of them dies, but for me, who just landed on the planet of Earth, I'm like, this...is a show? How? Why? I'm not surprised by the bad taste aspect of it, just...I can't figure out what's supposed to make it entertaining to begin with.

*I feel like I see an increasing amount of advertisement that has no particular purpose as far as compelling an action goes, and there's something really apocalyptic about that to me. Like, ads for just ordering products on Amazon: Who do they think they're reaching? Who are the as-yet untouched-by-Amazon audiences of the ad? There really isn't anyone who will see that ad on a streaming service who doesn't know what Amazon does, and Amazon pretty much holds the entire world hostage; the only people not using it, who will possibly see the ad, are already conscientious abstainers. Or TV ads for Facebook just kill me, that's another situation where if you're even seeing the ad, you already know what Facebook is and you have already decided whether or not you're going to use it, plus odds are good that you're in a hostage situation with that too where you need to use it for your business or something. What in the fuck are these ads supposed to actually DO? Why spend money on them, at all? My honest feeling is that this is a kind of emperor's new clothes thing, that our economy is just so disproportionately advertising- and sponsorship-based that nobody can even admit that sometimes ads are just not necessary, like at all. They're not producing anything. They are not increasing business for the businesses they advertise. They're actively wasteful in fact. And if we admit that this is true, we might have to just scrap everything and restart society.

AND FINALLY the funniest thing to me is those Metaverse ads that are literally like...hey guys, can you fucking imagine if the Metaverse were actually a product or service that did something? Wouldn't that be totally amazing? And then it just runs through a series of science fiction scenarios complete with goofy floating transparent screens that have already become an embarrassing cliche of, you know, bad science fiction movies. The ad doesn't offer you ANYTHING. It is only designed to get you to imagine using and enjoying something that doesn't exist, has no immediate plans to exist. I assume what's going on is that investors are bailing and the only thing Meta can think to do about it is try to make regular jagoffs talk about the Metaverse as if it's something they want and look forward to, so therefore it's worthy of continued funding and development, even if it is mostly just a very general concept now that may never fully cross over into reality.

Between the last paragraph and now I have enjoyed the following article from last year, since which time nothing has apparently changed. The End.

[themiseducationofb]

I read a few desperate comments after the leak and I was so worried, especially about Daemon and Daemyra in general. But now that I watched the episode I swear I don't understand what the fuss is all about.

Everyone is of course entitled to their own opinion and I actually blame this tendency of labellig characters just as one thing on the shitty TV shows which have been produced lately. They have absolutely lowered the standard, numbed our minds, killed character layering and flattened the storytelling in favour of more easily understandable plots and black or white characters. This broadens the viewership of course but kills the viewers' ability to go beyond what they see on screen and read between the lines. We are so used to one dimensional characters, to black or white relationships and to have everything explained down to a T that I feel like many viewers are missing a lot when it comes to HOTD.

It's no concern of mine of course, I'm just sorry because I know for a fact that people are missing out on a lot of the awesomeness of this masterpiece of a show.

My only suggestion is to try to stop judging every action and character solely based on the concept of good or bad and to try to enjoy the nuances as well. To make the effort to take into consideration all aspects of a character and not just what you deem proper and fitting of your standards and expectations. I promise by doing this, the show gets even better. And that you will be able to like Rhaenyra and ship Daemyra without hating on Alicent or feeling like crying for Daemon and his "unspeakable" actions.

Having said that, HOLY SHIT WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER OF A FINALE, I AM LIKE WHAAAAAT HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL 2024, I BETTER NOT DIE BEFORE THAT GOD YOU HEAR MEEEE