#Shy about this one idk why

[tra1nchi]

Ftm scara agenda,,MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,ftm/bttm scaramouche,,whiny,,hair pulling,,

He was always a dick head to you,,even if he was your boss,,he was shorter then you and obviously psychically weaker,,you had to obey him and how he treated you and his other underlings,,

"What is it? I don't have all day." His hand waved,,like he was already waving you off,,his hat jiggled lightly as he looked up at you,,his eyes narrowed and unamused at your unmoving form!!

What he didn't know was that he was soon pressed up against his own desk!! His clothing and hat discarded as he grips onto the table,,looking back at you with disgust but his eyes were clouded with lust,,

"Get off me! You pathetic insect!" He spits out but his voice soon turns into a soft whine as he feels your fingers porde up ino his wet pussy,,he couldn't help himself but move back against your digits!!

Gasping out a moan as you pull back his short hair,,his thighs quivered underneath your larger frame,,his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head when you finally sheathed yourself inside of his pussy!!

Trying to hold back his moans,,his expression morphing into a lewd one as he takes your cock like a slut,,like he was made not to be a god but rather to be your cocksleeve >□<

His soft and surprisingly squishy thighs were being lifted up by you,,being marked red by your bites,,at this point was he fucked dumb by your dick,,drooling all over his documents as his hands gripped at his desk!!

Cumming all over himself with a girlish squeal,,whining at your warm cum spurting into his insides,,shutting his eyes as he leans against his desk,,exhausted,,he soon starts whining and whimpering once you start up again!! >□<

[mistykaru]

rest on...ᵗᶦᵈᵈʸ...

[rapidhighway]

dsffsfdgaf ok here's this. it was all just one giant excuse to draw a really pissed off metal

[dazeddoodles]

Oh come on, I don't know why people prefer shy Raine while also having raine rizzpers

Look at her...she can also be shy and act nervous around raine She is a mess

I think Eda being shy/a nervous wreck around Raine and ONLY Raine is sooo cute. The seemingly scary or confident character being soft with their crush is one of my favorite tropes. Which considering my other favorite ship is Ineffetable Husbands that's probably obvious.

But also her personality/character doesn't change once she starts being shipped with them, which tends to happen with ALOT of female characters once they get/become a love interest. (It happened to my fav character/ship in a different show :/)

I draw alot of Eda saying suggestive stuff to Raine and then them freaking out because people think that's hilarious. But I always intend that to be more with the interpretation that it's when they're IN a relationship, and Raine's caught off guard by Eda being horny. They're into it too.

[seaweedstarshine]

Late to the game as I’ve kinda been kinda non-here for a minute but I scrolled through the Dot and Bubble tag, and thought I wanted to write this post into existence.

There's this part in Doctor Who Unleashed where RTD says this:

“What we can’t tell is how many people will have worked that out before the ending. Because they’ve seen white person after white person after white person, and television these days is very diverse. I wonder, will you be ten minutes into it, will you be fifteen, will you be twenty, before you start to think, everyone in this community is white. And if you don’t think that — why didn’t you? So, that’s gonna be interesting. I hope it’s one of those pieces of television you see, and always remember.”

And I'm like. Yeah. But the reason this works even as well as it does is largely thanks to the work of the previous showrunner with the previous creative team, which was notably the first era to have any writers of color (amongst other firsts in terms of inclusivity in directors, composer, actors). While Chibnall fumbled whenever he tried to write about race himself, he did have the self-awareness to have Black and South Asian writers writing the episodes where race is the focus (and a female writer for the episode where sexism is a focus; my point is, he seemed to know his shortcomings).

I wonder what the current creative team looks like? (not really, but I wasn't 100% sure for all of them)

To quote RTD:

“...before you start to think, everyone in this community is white.”

This is pretty non-self-aware, right? It's pretty “It is said, and I understand this, there was a history of racism with the original Toymaker, the Celestial Toymaker, who had ‘celestial,’ and I did not know this, but ‘celestial’ can mean of Chinese origin, but in a derogatory way,” right? (from The Giggle Unleashed) It's pretty “and I had problems with that, and a lot of us on the production team had problems with that: associating disability with evil,” right? (from Destination Skaro Unleashed)

—none of which are issues that should be overlooked, but think how much exponentially better they might’ve been addressed if he’d consulted with Chinese writers and wheelchair-using writers before going straight to giving the Toymaker weird fake accents and making Davros walk?

How many Black or non-white people do we think saw the Dot and Bubble script before it landed in Ncuti’s hands?

And this just keeps happening.

And like, from some of the shocked responses I've seen from white viewers to the ending of Dot and Bubble, maybe the episode's unsubtlety was needed? From the way RTD talks about it in Unleashed, the episode was written with a white audience in mind, Baby's First Microaggressions (where of course the microaggressions come from people who are pretty self-admittedly white supremacists). Ricky September, a more seemingly normal depiction of someone in the racist bubble of Finetime, seemed like an interesting element, up until the way he died.

The ending worked for me, because I do think the Doctor's reaction is true to how the Doctor would react. I just keep thinking of how much better the core themes could've been handled by someone with actual lived experience on the subject matter.

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[todayisafridaynight]

i cant explain it but daigo being subtitled to just be like 'you're making me look like i have no balls' feels so illegal and wrong. hilarious but something's off

[ratcandy]

also whats weird is like, that mushroom gotta be like ATTACHED to his brain?? no way he doesnt have brain damage from that. also its not hard to imagine that with all his intense mushroom use, that he'd have some sort of substance use disorder. and he is, suddenly, in a DEATH CULT. actually. i dont feel like anyone talks about the last part. ?? doesnt anyone wonder how hard it would be to adjust just suddenly. being in a cult? we dont really know how his life was before but if he wasnt in a cult beforehand then id imagine all the Cult Stuff would be at least a little uncomfortable.

I guess it would depend to what extent we're leaning into the parasite actually being a cordycep. Because if we're going full throttle on that, teeechnically cordyceps don't attach to the brain at all and only control the musculature; hence why I always hc'd that there's two different mushrooms involved, with the menticide doing the brain fuckery and the cordycep doing. The everything else

But at the same time it could very well just be advanced cordycep and we can make up whatever rules we want ! But YES, regardless, there is some brain nonsense happening that would ABSOLUTELY have everlasting effects on this ant. Not to mention if the cordyceps DID have control of his muscular system, then his entire body has got to be feeling the effects of it as well.

So he's here, in a death cult, probably having to re-learn how to walk and suffering extreme withdrawal symptoms as well as memory loss.

ANd no nobody ever considers the full ramifications of the death cult because everybody is a coward and won't consider how horrifying cults actually are!!!!!! And to be a disabled old man suddenly thrust into a scary ass scenario where people are being sacrificed and brought back to life around you while you can't even remember how old you are or where you've been the past few years because time was fucked while you were Shroomed, it HAS to be HORRIFYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But at the same time it really just works out from a cultist perspective. He's already isolated, vulnerable, and probably only halfway lucid at any given point. He'd be extremely easy to manipulate and keep dependent on the cult. After all, they're keeping him safe there, it's dangerous out there. (Not to mention him just feeling some inherent loyalty to the Lamb upon becoming sober, which certainly wouldn't do him any favors)

Like what's he going to do? Leave? Stumble out, suffering withdrawl, into the Lands of the Old Faith?? As an old man??????????

He has no CHOICE but to make peace with where he is. Despite all the questions about if his FAMILY is even STILL ALIVE. Despite having no idea what he DID while under the influence. Despite the HORRORS around every CORNER

It's FUCKED!!!!! It's AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[candyunicornsateme]

idea where Kenny is desperately trying so hard to confess to Kyle and just say I love you but somehow every time they get interrupted by something or someone and Kenny is a man of very few words and its hard to get alone and eventually Kyle’s on the brink of insanity like “fucking SAY IT KENNY” and violently shakes Kenny so much he doesn’t even hear it clear the first time

[vala-dreams]

Y'all ever realize that you're not actually shy and for some reason your whole life everyone called you shy and introverted and your mother berated and compared you to your father for it but you're???? not even shy????????

Like I talk so much to my two friends and I dump information about shit I like or know about to other people and I can refuse to take flyers from people handing them out on the street I literally talk so much,,,,,like I'm not shy why did everyone tell me I'm shy I feel like I would talk to so many more people if everyone hadn't told me I was introverted

[lord-squiggletits]

Between TF and my other fandoms like BG3 and TES, I keep finding myself making OCs that have some element of "battle hardened hero who is actually good and righteous, but so traumatized by the toll of war that even after the war ends they feel empty/wrecked and can't enjoy the fruits of victory" and I'm not sure if it's bc I gravitate to a certain type of media where such OCs fit in best, or bc I have a specific character archetype I like and gravitate towards media that contains those things.

[non-un-topo]

Little Light - tog ficlet

Something I felt like writing but didn’t know what to do with. A little scene inspired by an old fic of mine, Dahlia. A bonus scene, if you will.

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Somewhere outside these old wood walls, an owl calls the morning forth. A gentle if not calming sound to Andromache, but to tiny brand new ears it is unknown and frightening.

The babe emits a discontented little squeal, and as Andromache leans away from the wall to see into the makeshift bassinet — an armoire drawer, placed on the floor between a bedroll and Andromache’s watchful place at the wall — the tiny thing grunts and attempts to kick her swaddled legs. A little lip pouts, trembles, then her gummy mouth opens with grumpy staccato cries.

There’s a shift in the darkness on the bedroll just beside the drawer. There is enough pre-dawn light pouring in from a half-boarded window for Andromache to see Yusuf poke his head up from behind Nicolò’s shoulder, then quickly lift himself on an elbow as he comes out of sleep to register the baby’s distress.

Andromache’s hand is on the swaddled baby’s stomach, just rubbing very gently as Yusuf carefully crawls over Nicolò and comes forward. The child’s newborn cries sound almost like little angry coughs, increasing in volume as Andromache’s attempts to calm her do virtually nothing. She’s so small, so new. In her mind, Andromache is going through the list of remedies to calm her down: Is she hungry? Is she cold? Does she need a change? Was she simply startled by the owl? There are no easy answers, just a crying baby wiggling in tattered fabrics, all they have for her.

Yusuf is on it, though. Has been since that first horrific day that brought the tiny thing to them. He squats in front of the drawer, and Andromache removes her hand as Yusuf very carefully slides a hand behind the baby’s head and neck and begins to free her from her swaddle.

The moment her arms are free, they shoot up next to her head — some reflex Andromache has noticed, and Yusuf coos at the sight of it. Andromache watches the soft look in his eyes with unease, but she’s then drawn to the shift of Nicolò as the baby’s cries wake him too.

Yusuf shushes the babe, and there’s a moment of uncertainty on his face like he’s having similar thoughts to Andromache, similar anxieties, before he gets both hands below her tiny arms, fingers stretched out behind her neck and head to support her, and lifts her from the drawer. As he does so she scrunches up into a little ball, hand-stitched nappy crumpling up as her knees bend, and her pink fists bracket her face as she grunts.

Andromache watches in silence as Yusuf settles the baby against his shoulder, fingers feather-light and safe on the back of her head where her wispy hair gathers at the base of her skull. She adjusts a little, rubbing her nose into Yusuf’s shirt, as Yusuf pulls open the back of her nappy to check her.

Nicolò is there next to them then, more alert and awake than Yusuf whose eyelids are drooping. Andromache can see all the thoughts in Nicolò’s head play out just by the slight crease in his brow as he watches the baby’s face. He raises a hand, sets is back to the floor, and although Andromache had warned them both about the dangers of becoming attached to the child, she does not want the poor thing to suffer while three capable adults can comfort her. She blinks permissively at Nicolò but he doesn’t need the permission from her, only from himself.

Yusuf is bouncing the baby slightly against his shoulder as he shushes her little noises. He turns his head to see the longing on Nicolò’s face and nods sleepily at him. As Nicolò reaches out to stroke a thin curl on the top of the baby’s head, she begins to squeal again and soon unravels into hiccuping little cries. With mild alarm, Yusuf adjusts her so her face is not pressed into his clothes.

“Let me?” whispers Nicolò, hands out and ready. Yusuf nods, stifling a yawn, and very carefully passes the little grumpy ball over to Nicolò, who lays her over his forearm, cupping her bottom and scrunched up feet in his large hand. Yusuf releases her head last in the crook of Nicolò’s elbow, and her fists fly up again as she settles back with another round of staccato cries. With that done, Yusuf immediately stands to rifle through their packs, likely in search of some goat’s milk they’ve saved.

Finding sustenance for the child has been exhausting and certainly a battle, but Andromache has seen too many children starve to let this one go hungry. She will be fed every chance they get, and she will be warm, and when they are able they will pass her into loving hands who will be able to house her and love her and help her grow tall and strong.

But for now, Andromache only sits and watches as Nicolò rubs the pad of his thumb up the space between the child’s peach-fuzz brows, a little trick she’d taught him that may calm her down and put her to sleep but does not seem to be working at the moment. The baby’s mouth is still wide open and trembling as she cries and so, supporting her with both arms, Nicolò stands with an exaggerated groan and begins to bob her just slightly.

“Alright, piccola,” he says, turning away as he begins to pace around a little, humming some low made-up tune on the spot.

Yusuf stands at his side then, with the jar of milk and the cloth they use to soak it in so the baby can suckle, and Andromache lets herself relax, lets her back touch the wall again as she just watches them together, the pink-faced baby emitting little punched-out cries between them. She’s quieting down, though, as Nicolò bobs her like the sea. Yusuf stands by with the cloth, peering curiously at her little face.

Nicolò makes a brave move then. With one shared look with Yusuf, he blinks down at the child and leans down to ever-so-gently press his lips to her head. He stays there even after the little kiss, and Andromache can hear him hushing her softly as he continues to bounce her.

She’s stopped crying. As Nicolò draws back, Andromache can see that her eyes are wide open, gazing up at Yusuf and Nicolò in wonder. They smile down at her, and something lodges itself in Andromache’s throat. Almost subconsciously, her hand closes around the pendant against her chest.

Yusuf senses her unease, of course he does, because he looks over at her and beckons her over with a jerk of his head and an outstretched hand. She goes willingly, if a little stiffly, and although she swears in her mind that they will not be keeping this child it is nice to see the men smiling in victory and adoration at her little face.

“Looks like she just wanted to be held,” Yusuf whispers.

Andromache might think something about the fact that the first hands to ever touch this baby were Nicolò’s. She might think about the fact that Yusuf’s soft voice had been the one to calm her cries on that first night. She might remember the way her tiny body felt so warm in her arms the morning the child’s mother left this earth, when the ground still trembled with aftershocks and somewhere in the distance the ocean watched Andromache’s back.

She says none of this. Instead, she joins them in the middle of the room as it slowly fills with early morning light. The broken three of them, and the fragile brand new fourth.

They have not named her yet. Andromache does not dare. But she will be called Dahlia, after the flowers her mother sold in a little shop north of the hills of Campania, where the winds smell of oleander and the olive trees face the sunrise.

[pyritefes2]

3 Songs Playlist(s) 🎶

Tagged by @salsedinepicta! 💎 Thank you!

So sorry it took me forever to do this. I had planned on doing this for my dragon age PCs but was overthinking it too much..Then recently I was listening to one of my original story playlists and I remembered -I can do this for other ocs too, wow! Who knew, haha!

So, here are 3 songs for 3 characters from one of my stories!

Elias Hatch:

Oh What a World by Rufus Wainwright -

Still, I think I'm doing fine (I'm doing fine)

Wouldn't it be a lovely headline

"Life Is Beautiful"?

Lay Me Down by The Oh Hellos -

See, I was born a restless, wayward child

I could here the whole world calling me outside

Of the masses I routinely sat behind

And Lord, I had to see with my own eyes

Pulaski at Night by Andrew Bird -

I write you a story

But it loses its thread

And all of my witnesses

Keep turning up, turning up dead

Eloise Hatch:

Jackrabbit by San Fermin -

Run for the hills, honey, run for the hills, honey

Run for the hills, don't look back

Woman by the Well by Sarah Blasko -

Still, I want you around

I just want you around

'Cause I'm more lost than found

Bohemian Dances by the Dø-

Look at the sunrise, look at the moonlight

You're not in a hurry, it isn't the time

I know what's best now

Believe me the best is never around if you're trying too hard

John O’Connor :

Deep Blue Sea by Grizzly Bear -

Dig his grave, darling

With a silver spade

Dig his grave, darling

With a silver spade

From Here You Can Almost See the Sea by David Gray -

Come the weekend

And we'll be long gone baby

Just like the old days

Letting the world flow through me

Stone Wall, Stone Fence by Gregory and the Hawke -

Stone wall, stone fence

Your stories so old you just tend to keep them

Long winding road

You got a secret

But you won't share it

Tagging: You guessed it, whoever sees this and would like to do it as well!

[rainworld-enot]

What rainworld blogs do you know of, and which ones do you like or dislike?

OOC: oh boy.

I actually love all rw blogs, and am very normal about everyone's ocs in this fandom. I am not collecting refs you can send to me on my main (@agriocnemis) as sacrifice.

but honestly most of the ones I know of are semi-popular or extremely close friends of mine.

Ask blogs would be:

perilousendeavor

ask-tangled-threads

hopeforbountifulasks

askpiv

rainworld-wayfarer

rainworld-saint

rainworld-artificer

rainworld-rivulet

thatlocaliteratorgroup

wait-for-an-end

discoverists

hissing-from-sun-golden-scales

archivists-iterator-gang

reflectionofacolorlesssky

nrd-answers

oceanremnants

finely-tuned-line

dj-wayback

eightstrikes

afterglow-of-a-star

rwpearlcatalogue

reveirieendeavor-group

pieces-of-memories

star-that-guides

interlude-from-recollection

twofibersintertwined

hematophagous-false-lure

medi-bee (not really one, but go look at their stuff anyways)

manyiterators-constantlysuffering

eternally-anomalous

stepbystepback

starsiniridescence

caterator-daycare

stonecoastweather

northern-coastal-group

arotlypse

themapper

fight-or-plight

starry-lizards

seven-golden-glories

those are the ones I can remember off of my head. there's probably a lot more out there! My brain is tired as hell so I may have missed some I follow a lot lmao.

also do go see if you can find mains of each of them tbh. sometimes they have the same op and stuff but it's all fun! it's best to go via op sometimes so you can find more of their stuff!

[anothermonikan]

[reinabeestudio]

Tryin to slowly organize my thoughts of these two, starting by making a basic timeline to work with. My original notes + a more cleaned up(?) version in case you can't understand my chicken scratch lol

Something I forgot to write down is that I like to think that, at some point (while she's down there), both her situation and the og game happen concurrently ☝