#PLS U WENT HAM

[silvermizuki]

@vurelly WAHHHH VUUUUUU

[pepa-is-drawing]

he's just

he's just sitting there

(a lil bram drawing for the soul <3)

[wifeyreid]

Besties my cat is missing, like she usually goes out for a day without us seeing her which is fine but it's been longer than usual. Idk what to do I went looking for her and we couldn't find her.. I will literally not be able to cope if púca dies. Will go catatonic

[captainobis-stressball]

One Piece Odyssey has some of the best/most beautiful music compositions I’ve ever heard and I can only hear them when I’m playing the game???

WHAT EVEN IS THE INTERNET IF I CANT FIND A SINGLE SHRED OF THE OSTs?!?😭 WHY HAVENT ONE OF YOU MADE A PLAYLIST OF THE OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK YET?? ARE THE COPYRIGHTS THAT BRUTAL?!!

[nulltune]

euriel quietly holds his cape over her while keeping his eyes towards the pouring rain. his expression remains blank and unchanging.

the gray clouds that loomed over far into the vast horizons were foreboding,  the distant crackle of thunder an omen of the downpour of rain that would follow.  her umbrella is pulled out in a natural response,  but pauses before opening it  —  attention caught by another,  busy rummaging through their bag;  in search of an umbrella of her own,  most likely.  her assumption would soon be proven right,  the stranger letting out a despaired sigh,  entire body slumping downwards in defeat  ( hakuno only owlishly watches,  with faint intrigue;  they were much more expressive than she could ever be... )  and then zipping up their bag.  it seemed like they were ready to take the rain head on,  with no protection whatsoever !  they'd take in a deep breath,  reminiscent of a bull's inhale before it'd tackle down,  and—

“   wait.   ”

the maiden wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't noticed her,  she's always been the sort to blend into a crowd after all and... even if a crowd wasn't at all present in here,  their shocked eyes still wasn't anything unexpected.  that was just the sort of presence she had,  is all.  forgettable,  dull.

hakuno doesn't let it bother her,  though it'd be a lie to say that their shell-shocked face wasn't...  a little bit daunting.  already being one who struggled with words,  this was an added pressure for her to string along a sentence to explain herself.  pink lips open—  and close again,  and before any proper words would make it out,  she finds that her hands move much faster.  her umbrella is extended to the other with a wordless  " here " .

it was quite amusing to see their reaction,  surprise morphing to even more surprise morphing into a gratefulness with an unnecessary amount of head bows ‎ ( and all throughout,  her own expression must've remained in that same neutral ) . ‎  again,  her words come out much too slow,  and once she lets out her proposal of sharing the umbrella together,  they've already made their way far into wherever it was they were headed to.  in any case,  she's glad !  if they'd been planning on dashing off that speed without an umbrella,  they might've slipped and injured themself along the way.  though...  even with an umbrella,  that speed is a little concerning,  just a bit.  her watchful eyes linger on their figure until they've gone far out of her sight  — unscathed and without a single fall in the process,  thank goodness  —  and hakuno sighs in relief. 

it's shortlived,  however,  as she's quick to realize that she's left herself with quite the predicament here.  the drizzle of rain filling in the pregnant silence was a blatant reminder of it...

it's not a problem—!  is what she tells herself,  with fists clenched and raised by her side.  her stride as she walks straight into the increasingly heavy downpour is as regal as always,  unaffected by the slight shudder she lets out the instant cold droplets hit her skin  ——  subtle goosebumps appear on porcelain skin,  the young woman shakes her head  ( dispelling a few droplets of water from her hair in the process )  in refusal of her initial plan as she'd scurry on to fond an impromptu respite from the rain.

a tree,  with leaves not providing a full coverage,  would have to do.  hakuno kishinami stood there quietly for a moment,  merely taking a break before she'd have to suck it up and race into the rain once more.  the gaze that looks up at the rain is difficult to discern,  and so is the air around her.  anyone who saw her in this moment might mistake her as an image of a beautiful painting,  something true yet different from the reality of a troubled girl caught in the rain.  hakuno's sigh is closer to a regular exhale of a breath.  even staying here wouldn't do...  the foliage wasn't nearly enough,  drops and drops of water dripping down to her already soaked figure once more. 

“   ah—   ”      she notices the sudden stop of those pesky droplets before euriel's presence,  gaze raised to the cape sheltering her before turning to him.  her own expression remains similarly stoic,  but tinged with a surprise—  confusion ?   there shouldn't have been any indication of her distress,  no tremble or shiver that any other  /  regular  /  normal person would've displayed had they been in her position.  she could've fooled herself too,  maybe,  but the cold was a numb reminder;  in that sense,  she appreciated it,  somehow.  even more than that,  however,  is her appreciation for this gesture.  maybe it's a little much,  but the truth of it was:  no matter how miniscule,  it felt so so kind to her.  and warm,  a contrast from the cold of the deluge,  she finds this one to be much preferred. 

no words had come out,  and hakuno herself hadn't realized her mouth had opened—  gaping slightly.  she closes it,  returns to that default deadpan of hers,  but even with that same impassive expression,  hazel eyes are soft.  no longer did they hold that distant look to them,  the eyes that peer up at him are bright.

“   thank you !   ”      the voice that speaks out is clear,  having an energy uncharacteristic of what is typically a soft monotone.  it's her voice,  she recognizes that fact only after the words are said.      “   i...  didn't think it was—  no,  i would've been alright,  but...   ”      delicate hands clench the damp fabric of her skirt  —  ah,  she was still stumbling over herself again  —  her actions wring out the water in them,  the liquid easily trickling out unlike the words that now seemed to elude her.  the beat that passes stretches and soon,  a silence falls over the two  ( and still,  accentuated with the softer drizzle of rain ) ,  her sentence left unfinished.

this silence,  however,  isn't uncomfortable.  and despite leaving things unsaid,  hakuno didn't feel as though things were left unsatisfactory.  some things could be conveyed even without the proper words,  maybe.  looking far out into the distant to scope out the rain was...  different when in the presence of another,  it wasn't so bad now,  she might even describe it as calming.  there's a temptation to look at him again,  perhaps try to gauge a feeling from him even though she knew what awaits would likely be the same stolid expression.  a thing that belies much more,  she supposes there's no need to do so then.  after all,  she got the feeling that they both understood.

...being noticed made me happy.

[catscidr]

HIIII CAN I GET DOTTORE(WEBTOON VER) X READER (fluff if u want) PLS..... where ur his assistant (besides krupp, like reader and krupp are both his assistant) and he so clearly has favoritism towards reader, bro is SMITTEN. have a good day... :D

this is sorta taking place right when the manga starts, right before dottore and the gang have a meeting about fatui stuff n all. also spoilers for the manga kinda if u haven't read it already?? i threw krupp under the bus a lot but its to make up for the fact that he’s alive in this lmaoa sry to any krupp lovers out there (′ʘ⌄ʘ‵) also there’s a lot of buildup n world building kinda im sorry i got in the zone HAHA ALSO MB THIS TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE i was drowning in leftover dessert from the holidays and was in a food coma for a couple o days. forgive me nonnie but u can get ur food now ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: reader is overwhelmed, not proofread i just went ham. not too much dialogue it's mostly unspoken bc webttore is an "actions > words" kinda man includes: fem reader, webttore, krupp, diluc mentionned wc: 1,7k

The mission was a complete and utter disaster. 

All three of you were supposed to attend the Ragnvindr ball with a simple goal; blend in as much as possible, gather intel on the Knights of Favonius and leave without a hitch. Of course, that wasn’t an easy task considering Dottore’s eccentric and unpredictable personality and Krupp being a thorn in your side at best. 

Things started going downhill before you had even left your private quarters. While you were getting ready, carefully blinking as you brushed your mascara into your lashes to blend them in with your fake ones, you were startled by a loud, quick series of knocks on your door, making you smudge the dark pigment on your eyelid. Seeing the look on your face, Krupp had apologized (halfheartedly) before leaving you to your devices, seemingly forgetting why he had even interrupted you in the first place. You tried to convince yourself that it was fine, it was an easy fix anyways- but you couldn’t help but get irritated by your coworker’s behaviour at the very least. 

The next accident happened when the three of you had stepped out of the carriage in front of the Ragnvindr mansion. Masquerading as Dottore’s concubine, he held your hand to help you out of the caravan. That in it of itself was fine; the texture of his velvet glove was nice, the warmth emanating from his hand was even nicer and you swore you saw his face soften at the sight of you carefully stepping down the singular stair, leg jutting out as you balanced yourself on the cobblestone path on your heels. But Krupp just had to step on the back of your dress, a brown footprint now adorning the periwinkle frilly trail of your gown. The only good thing that came out of it was Dottore moving his hand to your waist and swiveling you to his side, fixing his assistant with a hard glare that could kill. 

Then, after you had gotten most of the dirt out of your dress (with the help of a kind butler), your trio stepped into the venue, splitting into two groups. Krupp would blend in with a group of nobles whereas you and Dottore, arms linked together, would speak to people in the Knights directly. Eyeing your coworker in the crowd, you saw him courteously kiss the back of a noblewoman’s hand; despite the slight look of disgust crossing your face, he seemed to be doing well with the mission. 

However, it seemed that whatever Archon was watching over you then didn’t appreciate the lack of drama. As Dottore introduced the both of you to a platinum-haired man, he had gotten his shoulder shoved by what had appeared to be a new hire from the manor (at least, you assumed so considering the way he had immediately gotten yelled at by a lady older than him). 

You yelped when the Harbinger spilled his drink all over the front of your dress, some champagne sliding down your chest leaving an uncomfortable, sticky feeling on your skin. Cheeks reddening from embarrassment and frustration, you brush away his frantic apology as you storm out, grabbing a handful of napkins on a nearby table while making your way to the closest bathroom. 

Thankfully it wasn’t hard to find, not with a maid offering to help you (she had gotten turned down but kindly pointed you in the right direction at the very least). Patting your skin dry, you burst into the surprisingly empty bathroom and assessed the damage. 

That’s where you are currently. 

Staring at the state of your previously pristine appearance you can’t help but tear up. Sure, this was just for a mission, and you could just wipe away the booze as much as you could and go back to do your job. But the one time you get to dress nice, the one time you can rid yourself of that ugly, stuffy uniform and feel pretty... had to be ruined by men. While it wasn’t exactly Dottore’s fault that he spilled his drink all over your dress, you still felt mad at Krupp for stepping on it when you all had first arrived. Was it petty to still be upset about it? Yes. Were your feelings justified? Also yes. 

Being the Doctor’s assistant was a chore. A challenge, sometimes. He was demanding, strict and you often had to walk on eggshells around him to avoid setting him off. Whenever it happened, he’d start ranting and raving about how incompetent everyone in the fatui was- although, he’d never point a finger at you, usually Krupp was on the receiving end of his bite (even if he wasn’t even included in the conversation). 

Knowing him well enough to understand his moods and personality had its perks. Unfortunately, it also had its drawbacks- those being how, naturally, your boss would also know how to read your mood surprisingly well. Dottore was known to be mean and ruthless to anyone he crossed path with, however, he’s always had a soft spot for you. 

Sometimes it was obvious that he did, but sometimes it was like he saw your coworker’s face instead of your own- scowling at your mistakes and scolding you harshly for mixing in the wrong powder in a flask. Whenever that happened, you could almost forget how he was able to hold you so gently, as if you were a glass sculpture ready to break if even the slightest breeze hit you. But if he were to be described with one word, you’d never call him dense- as entitled as he could be, the Harbinger was still (maybe surprisingly) quite well-versed in human emotions. 

You barely hear your name being called in the distance, muffled by the sound of the angelic piano and violin in the main area. Too caught up in your thoughts, you continue seething and aggressively rubbing away the sticky residue on your chest, muttering some choice words about your coworker and your boss. 

The door to the women’s bathroom flies open, revealing a frustrated but concerned Dottore, his curly hair a mess from how often he must have run his hand through it while he ran to find you. Uncaring of how he was intruding on your moment and how he was in the women’s restroom, he stomps over to you, gloved hands coming down to your shoulders as he closes the distance between you so he can look at the damage properly. 

He doesn’t speak for what felt like minutes, leaving your heart to pound in a mix of shock (who wouldn’t get scared at the sight of a Harbinger slamming a door open?) and nervousness. One of his hands come down to move your own that still held onto the (now damp) napkins as he stared at the front of your dress. 

The sweetheart cut of your dress was soaked, the edge and thin lace sticking to your skin, light indigo dye appearing darker because of the stain. Snapping out of your frozen stupor, you push his hand away and bring your hands back up to cover your chest, flustered from how hard he was staring with those blank, crimson eyes. 

“...You’re in the wrong bathroom,” you murmur, unsure of how to get him to leave you alone without possibly setting him off. Dottore’s eyes flicker up to your side profile, his expression still freakishly unreadable. 

You suddenly feel both of his hands on your cheeks as he manhandles you to look at him, your heart skipping a beat. Unable to bring yourself to stay mad, tears prick at your eyes, and you look down. Holding his gaze was impossible, not when you’ve been feeling humiliated since the start of the evening. He doesn’t comment on your sorrow, keeping on staring at you intently. 

“I can always buy you a new, nicer dress if that’s what you want,” you hear him say, voice uncharacteristically quiet, and maybe even... unsure? 

You shake your head softly, sniffling. 

“No? Why are you upset, then?” 

Hearing him so utterly confused, puzzled, perplexed made you even more frustrated. Furious, even. With your emotions all over the place and a newfound fury blazing in your limbs you snatch his hands off from your face and stomp out of the bathroom, shouting I’m waiting in the carriage! before stepping out into the chilly Mondstadtian evening breeze. 

Dottore stood there, brows furrowed and mouth agape in confusion as he blinked at your retreating figure. He didn’t have the chance to go after you because, as if on cue, Krupp interrupted the show. 

“I gathered some juicy intel, boss! Those Knights are incredibly foolish for being so loose lipped,” the mustached man declares proudly, acutely unaware of the stuffy atmosphere. Maybe not completely unaware, but he’s for sure ignoring it if he noticed it. Instead of hearing him out though, Dottore scoffs and walks into him, shoving him to the side with a scowl. 

“Don’t waste my time with your useless boasting. We’re leaving,” the Harbinger all but groaned, running a hand through his hair, stress emanating from him in waves. His assistant catches up to him, stuttering out a Of course sir! as he opens the door for him, his shoes digging into the cobblestone path. 

Dottore immediately looks at your sat figure, chin in your palm, looking out of the window. The sight would make him melt if it weren’t for his other assistant’s presence a mere meter away from him. He says your name quietly, softly enough that no one other than you can hear and Krupp steps into the carriage, shouting directions to the driver. 

“Can I stay in the lab next time?” you grumble, refusing to turn around and look at your boss and coworker. Krupp opens his mouth to scold you, but Dottore beats him to it, shooting him a sharp glare, lips curling down in a frown. 

“You can,” he answers you while still looking at his employee. “In fact, it’ll give me an opportunity to properly teach my other assistant some manners,” he adds, practically growling the sentence. Krupp swallows thickly and pretends to not be involved in the conversation, looking away nervously. On the opposite side of the plush seat, you hide the smile creeping its way onto your features.

Ignoring the way your heart swelled, you inwardly celebrate your small victory. Dottore could be brash and cruel, but you’ll always cherish the moments when he shows you some lenience. Especially when it’s at the cost of your coworker’s imprudence. 

[narrators-journal]

HIHIHIHIHI:3 I saw ur request box open can u pls write Loki helps goro breed (f)Reader ?

My brain has been absolutely NOTHING but Ryomina. Be it Smut or general thoughts, it’s alllll just Ryomina EXCLUSIVELY. Sooooooo, I. Struggled. Akechi never struck me as someone who would hook up with anyone outside of mayyyybe joker, and even then I don’t entirely see their chemistry. Loki? Yeah, I could see him being a horny bitch, but not so much his user lololol. So cooking up a scenario that fit the prompt was a bit tricky.

So! I just went HAM. I just leaned into some fun experimentation on how to portray some smut. So! It’s short, a lot is left up to imagination, it’s a little vague, but I hope it’s still enjoyable and fun in some way.

CW: implied non-con, teratophilia, and pregnancy! Be warned! There’s also pretty blatantly stated blackmail. Please be very mindful as you read below the cut.

The human body is almost known for its durability. A tumble down a cliffside, gunshots, stabbings, freezings, all had a chance of survival. So, it wasn’t a surprise that the human body was capable of being stretched and filled to an insane amount, right? Your belly may bulge, and your skin may be littered with varied cuts and bite marks, but you could survive. You didsurvive.

Your skin was decorated in scars that varied in their severity, and the strength of your reputation as a star was hung over your head like some fucked up version of mistletoe, but you were alive to tell the tale. If...it wasn’t a story that would’ve gotten you thrown into the grippy sock hotel.

But, regardless of whether or not you’d be believed, you were alive. You’d survived being stuffed to the brim with an inhuman cock, and you’d lived when the nightmare Zebra, bull thing that loomed over you had filled your belly with enough molten desire that your skin had felt ready to split apart. Of course, you couldn’t mention what had happened with that demon, but you...could move on from it. You could...do what Akechi demanded and hopefully get him to erase the video he’d taken. Then, you can finally completely forget what had happened.

The way that demon’s cock had slowly drug against every inch of you, the feeling of his claws when they bit into the skin of your sides and back, the...way something seemed to lingerin your body, even after the demon had filled you until boiling...fluid, had begun to drip out of you. You could leave it all behind, get rid of it in some way. Right?

All you could do was hope. Hope, and survive the rancid predicament once again.

[clownhonkbonk]

to any interested here are my reactions i remembered to write down for the magnus archives in it's entirety :3 it's not too many bUt this is what you get

the episode numbers are written with them!!

ft me trying to understand the story with a great deal of pain writing on my phone in my notes app mostly at 1 am

REACTIONS 👀

56 sub statment thinf w martin

avtually got tears in my eyes. i love you martin. i love you jon. im so happy he just went " avtually, im rather relieved " or whatever bc hell yes girl u are so unwell.

this show is so addicting.

57

OMG 28 DAYS LATER MENTION!!!! THE END IS EXTREMLY FUCJING NEIGH!!! not the reference but excited

spooky.

WAY too attached to them

58

only just skipped the add and " episode Fifty-Eight. Trail Rations" And immediately went " oh NO !! cannibalism :( " and the read the description like LMAOO everytime there's anything relating to food in this podcast i just go " oh no it's cannibalisim "

holy shit it's a woman cannibal, diversity WIN

WHAT THE FUCK I REALISED WHATS HAPPENING WHEN THEY'RE BOTH DEAD

benjamin wtf homie this is NOT good bedroom foreplay

ouuugg auch good writing.

i understand the possible cannibalisim thing now

YES JON OFC THEY R WORRIED ABT YOU YOU DUNBASS IM CRYING PLS

at lwast he doesn't think it's martin as much anymore ❓❓❓❓

i NEEEED to stop going through s1 animatics but QOW this fanvase is awesome i love all the designs.. i used to think martin and tim were the same person for a few episodes

65

honestly hell yeah tim. shout at jon for being weird. but also sike you can't leave.

66

insane.

81

ok im like halfway through this but like so for the deities / entities that r silly

we got

eyes, spider, diseases / insects ( though they maybe different ) and meat maybe???? maybe there's just three..

83

oh oh the guys r all core fears / most common fears, one extra is THE STRANGER OOOOoooOooooO

84

i love you martin for filling in n trying to take over for jon ur such a cutie

idk how much i believe that elias did it but like all evidence does point to that

86

actually love their lil dynamic. cuties.

103

OUUUGH JON WHAT THE FUCK DID U USE UR BRAIN POWERS ON HIM WTFFFFF

104

martin is getting spaceyyyyy uh oh.... be careful bb..

107

jon have you been DRUGGED?!?! (8:00)

jon bb mayb take a break you seem to be like having iron deficiency LMAOO

111

ok we got 14 whores of the universe

1 end - death

2 eyes

3 vertigo

4 the stranger

5 the spiral - madness

6 isolation - fear of being alone / seperated form ppl

7 burning/fire

8 the desolation

9 the slaughter violence

10 the web - also being manipulated

11 the vast

12 filth disease insexts

13 claustrophobia

14 darkness

the meat ❓❓❓

124

OUUUGH HE LITERALLY DITCHED THE RECORDING JUST TO RUN AFTER MARTIN the gays r getting to me

126

WHAT HTEH FUCKKK !>??!?!?!? !??

bro this is NOT therapy. bro ham lukas peter you dickwad what the fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

ISOLATION??????????????????????? WHY IS THE ISOLATION GOD POKING AT MARTIN ?!?!?!?!?!?!??! DICKWAD??!?!?! ?criyng asobbign why

i actually low key love lukas " dynamic duo " is sO funny sjkdjk

martin i miss u come back it;s not woRTH ITTTTTT

fuck i draw jon like trent crimm if he was a twig and gayer and green

131

i physically recalled at the start they've IMPROOOVED their aUDIO... fucking crazy.

also bitches be bitching ( jon AND melane )

honestly fuck yeah helen girl

133

girl is dealing wth SOOO much trauma poor girl........... jeez.

cannot stop thinkin about martin :(

i miss tim.

134

WOOOO MARTIN

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HE LEFT THE TAPES FOR JON WTF

the buried / cave

the end

the corruption / filth

the dark

the desolation

the eye

the flesh

the hunt

the lonely

the slaughter

the spiral

the stranger

the vast

the web

135

feeks like they're reading together but w a wall in the way which is sad

142

MARTIN PLEASADEEE

also jon what the fuck please don't be a dick this lovely lade lost her job and gained so much trauma.

143

jon stop using ur thing constantly on people it makes me worried for you and insanely pushes you to not being human.

jon i know she tried to hurt you both but ur being so mean, im WORRIED.

hell YES hellen

144

martin im still upset at you for going " why does no one tell me anything !!!! " while literally avoiding them and asking yhem not to talk to you!!! wtf broham.

anyway loving this story

145

gertrude what a girl holy cow<3

146

IM SO WORRIED ABT MARTIN AND JON GUUUUUUH WHAT THE FUCK.

150

jon u r so self destructive...

151

holy ahit simon fairchild..

154

what the fuck im sobbing what is this good omens bullshit i love it but im crying not really but like heartbreaking????

171

i don't know if jons gonna survive if he doesn't stop getting weird and weirder.

also adorable "is he your boyfriend?!"

" yes actually "

jon what the fuck w u n these flesh flowers

ok hi!! thst was the last one.:3

i didn't write down reactions for further episodes but if we can bring our attention to me writing at some point ( in early season 5 ) in my sketch book " 10 bets jon or martin dies at the end "

[imliterallygiornoirl]

I’m still thinking about Golden Wind eventho I should probably be doing schoolwork but whatever.. anyway today I’m writing about my favs and if they’re smart at school or not (including Giorno, Abbacchio, Bruno, Jotaro p3, and Kakyoin). There will be spoilers for pt 3, 4 and 5 in this post.

Giorno

Idk I feel like he doesnt really give a shit about school, like he goes to the lessons and stuff but he never puts his hand up and doesn’t do any extra work. Average grades I think; definitely takes biology as a subject, I also think he would take art as an elective and would be pretty good at it. Gets invited to parties but declines because he would rather stay home lmao.

Abbacchio

2 words: quiet kid. Has the most average lunch ever (ham and cheese sandwich) every day. Never gets anything from the canteen/tuckshop. I think he would be a gamer so I don’t think he would do any homework. Hes smart tho so maybe C’s and B’s for his grades. Also, no extra curricular activities for him lol.

Bruno

Definitely a popular sport kid. I think he would play soccer or maybe basketball (or netball lol). Despite being a popular kid, he’s also kinda the teachers pet. Like he puts his hand up in class and does the homework on time. B’s and A’s for him, would definitely do general maths and not specialist/methods. Maybe would do woodwork as an elective.

Jotaro

Did somebody say… skip!!! Fr only goes to school like 2 times a week, doesn’t do the homework, skips classes, smokes in the school toilets and beats ppl up at lunch because they looked at him funny. Absolute delinquent. Probably doesn’t even wear the school uniform sometimes. He’s really smart though so he would be getting A’s and B’s despite having such shit attendance. One of the days he went to school he did biology and when he listened in to the teacher he was like “damn this shit goes hard” and became a marine biologist (literally me).

Kakyoin

Straight A student u can’t tell me otherwise. He has no friends (☠️) so he studys and plays videogames in his spare time. Definitely is a nerd. Chose art and programming for his electives, does math methods and physics. I definitely see him being a game developer if he was in pt4, probably doing the art and design of games.

Thanks for reading this, btw, do y’all care if I write in correct grammar and stuff? It takes me like 10 mins just to put apostrophes and capital I’s. Pls tell me lmao

Maybe i should do some schoolwork now after writing about it…. Jk im gonna be on tiktok for the next 7 hours 🤩

[seekingthestars]

Top 5 favorite Riley stories or trivia

pls excuse me while i rant about my cat, just got unfortunate news and this will absolutely make me feel better so get ready for CAT TIME

at the time of this story, i'd had riley for exactly nine days. i made raspberry-lemonade cupcakes with raspberry frosting and left them in a container on the kitchen counter when i left the house. the lid wasn't locked on, just placed on top, but i didn't think anything of it. came home to find that the lid had been nudged away and two of the cupcakes had been munched on. this sweet little angel ATE MY CUPCAKES jfiowaefewa i took this photo as Evidence Of Her Crimes, it made me laugh so much, like what cat is out here eating raspberry cupcakes and why, riley u funky lil lady

a couple years ago, came home from getting lunch out somewhere and went to my room, only to spot riley huddled in my bathroom with her face stuck in the bottom corner of my bathroom vanity, refusing to move. she never sits like this, i thought it was odd, i went to investigate. she'd cornered a teeny little mouse in my bathroom and was holding him hostage in the corner until we got home and then she started meowing like "look what i did!! :)" she looked so proud of herself LOL and then she held him there and didn't let him run away while we went and got a mason jar to transport him out of the house, bestest girl

this cat loves catnip, but especially live catnip. mom planted some catnip plants in the yard and riley loves to go outside and plop herself right in the middle of them and roll around and just lay there in them. one of her favorite things to do, she'll stay there for so long. she looks SO HAPPY to be there, it makes my heart so warm :)

she has a little banana toy that's filled with dry catnip. this is perhaps her favorite toy. she loves to bat it around and hold it with her two front paws. also loves to lay her head down on it like it's a little pillow. she had two, brother's dog tore a hole in one when i wasn't looking, had to go hunt down another one for her bc she cannot be without her banana toy.

definitely knows her name :) (and some words for sure but this story is about her name!!) she comes when i call her most of the time but it's especially cute at bed time. she usually sleeps with me and if she's nowhere to be found i'll just stand at the top of the steps and call her name and a minute later i'll hear a little meow and see her trotting up the stairs or down the hall to me and then she follows me into my room and jumps up on my bed when i tell her to "hop up" so we can go to sleep. my lady 🥺💘

she is my babygirl and i love her very very much

bonus facts:

Can And Will yell to go outside constantly when she spots someone. loves to be outside but is not allowed outside unsupervised and this drives her crazy.

absolute fiend for snacks. will meow for snacks whenever she sees you have any kind of food. particularly loves Chick-fil-A and Bojangles chicken and Honey Baked Ham turkey, will try to steal it off my plate. obsessed with raw chicken, she will wake up from a dead sleep the second you take it out of the fridge and demand payment for being The Cutest Being Alive in the form of raw chicken bits. her other favorite snack is "cat gogurt" (the puree in a tube), adores this, will climb on my lap and basically knock me over trying to get it out of my hand, will push Lucycat out of the way to get more

doesn't love being held, but tolerates it well. sometimes, though, she demands pets and snuggles. today, for example, she jumped on my desk and sat ON MY HAND while i was trying to work, thus rendering me useless bc i couldn't move my hand on my mouse to do anything.

[pupcuck]

omg wait I remember seeing smth of DOL you posted months ago.

Are you possibly a DOL lover as well? If so, WHO'S YOUR FAV LOVE INTEREST!? Honestly, I fucked with Sydney (I honestly forgot the scene I liked, but all I remember is the fact that you both got really horny and just went ham at it without losing your virginity. 👀) I THINK IT WAS THE INCENSE SCENE!? I FORGOT IF IT WAS INCENSEEEEE-

Then there's Whitney? I never actually romanced him but I love his shitty smoking ass. I'll be your little slut Whitney, pls :(

i am a dol player LMFAO i actually completed most the events if not all!! I don’t really have a fave love interest cuz I don’t dislike any dol character? but I would have to choose Alex cuz big strong farmer man who gets pushy .. I love that

but but… bailey is my favourite ever but u can’t do more than fuck him once a week sometimes I put cheats on to skip and fuck him LMFAOO

[mankai-afterhours]

Doctor Tsukioka? I've been feeling a certain... discomfort. It's not painful! It's um... inside? I've tried to alleviate it myself but it's not enough... S-show you where? It's... here. 'So wet already'??!?! Nnnn Doctor, it's embarrassing. Saying things like that and staring so intensely... Umm... so what do you prescribe? //fkdjd hahaha I managed to hit the corruption kink too ÒwÓ - 💖

Relax, now. This is just standard protocol.

My, you really are wet. Look at how much of your arousal you left on the fingers of my glove. It's dripping...

I'm afraid the best chance of success for alleviating this discomfort you're experiencing is to try and bring about an orgasm. Don't worry, it's a perfectly natural cause of this discomfort, and very treatable.

First, I'll be fingering you to stimulate your walls and try to see if we can help you relieve that pent up pressure. If that doesn't work, we'll try some oral methods.

If you still don't feel better after that, then I'm going to have to ask for your consent to penetrate you. Is that alright?

It'll be an outpatient procedure and shouldn't take more than twenty minutes of stimulation. Here, I have some papers you can sign to acknowledge your consent. Very basic, standard waiver for this sort of thing.

- Tsumugi

[rymheg]

Monochrome

[king-moron]

-shrugs- uh, Michael ~! 

[khorosvein]

@lifelirius said: “ you can forgive people but you don’t have to give them second chances ”

  “ ... ” 

  Were she in her usual mood, she might have allowed a biting comment to slip. ( ‘ I don’t have to forgive anyone. Ever. Stay out of my business. ’ ) But, today, she can only momentarily pass him a curious look before her features seem to ease slightly. His words make her tired suddenly; she’s lost interest in bantering with him. 

  “ What if I don’t ever forgive people ? ” 

  When is anyone ready to forgive ? It has felt like a cycle -- right before she prepares herself to let go, those bitter feelings become fresh again like another gust of icy air that comes without any warning. If she faces it honestly, she doesn’t comprehend what it means to give second chances if she’s yet to offer forgiveness.

  In the darkest parts of herself, the world is guilty: the nobles, the people of the Kingdom, everyone who has stood by and said nothing ( done nothing ) on her behalf when even a fraction of compassion might have softened her spirit. Even he is guilty before innocent in her eyes. She thinks he might agree with her -- lowering your guard and throwing away caution could kill you in the end. Even self-reassurance doesn’t save her from doubts, however, and looking upon him now she has to confront the notion that continued hatred is much like poison for her. For all the unpleasant traits she can list for him, he’s not ... evil. 

  “ You know you actually sound wise for a moment. ”

  “ You’re right, though. I don’t have to give second chances to anyone, ” she says, finally showing off a smile. 

  “ But I’d like to give one to you, if you’ll be willing to take it. ” 

[magnatherium]

ugh i gotta post this as a reminder to myself to not slack off but . i wont be trying to Do any new art stuff until the end of school, which is ju.....ne? 7th for me because,,, Writing Goals. im trying to write and gosh darn it guys its so hard and i need to set a goal for myself or it’ll never happen lmao,,

anyways if you see me posting (if anything, itll be margin doodles/more old stuff) you have any and all rights to operatically scream at me to Write! thanks