#and i'm entralled

[wahgifs]

STUDIO CHOOM ARTIST OF THE MONTH OCTOBER 2021: HWANG HYUNJIN ☆

[vampiremillk]

Boo, you really fucked up getting me into slasher movies bc now I'm in HEAT! Esp over Bo Sinclairrrrr 😩😫 I'd let that man use me in so many ways ong. Now it's your fault that I'm in your inbox at 4 am begging for headcanons on him with a s/o who has big boobs LMAO

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀COCOA PUFFS !⠀

PAIRING : bo sinclair &&. black female reader

WARNINGS &&. DETAILS : minors and blank blogs do not interact , nsfw , black coded , chubby/thick coded , best viewed in mobile dark mode , reader has tig ol’ bitties , reader is slightly shy , dirty talk , groping , profanity , rough sex , breeding , honorable mention of ass and thighs , tit slapping , tittyfuckin' , nipple pinching and biting , additional characters , bo is a dominant snowbunny <3

BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . I TOLD YOU you’d get obsessed ! bo is absolutely scrrrrrrumptious, AND he's southern. ugh you already know i wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest top ever

• BEING NICE AND LUSCIOUSLY BUSTY can be a gift and a curse; those who have large breasts know the struggle of how much of a burden they can sometimes become for your back. but fear not, bo sinclair is no stranger to offering to caress his fingers against the smooth melanin that painted your spine. he loved to lean in and leave little kisses upon the backside of your shoulders, too, as his thumbs massaged over every roll and stretch mark your body embraced, a seemingly mischievous but subtle lift at one corner of his mouth. “always usin' them knockers as an excuse. you sure it ain't just you not wantin' to admit that i'm the one who blew it out?” yes, expect many of his sly, vivacious remarks that often earn him a playful nudge to the chest.

• the “my eyes are up here” comment goes into one ear and out the other with him, so you might as well save it. maybe he’d try to hide the fact that he was staring directly at your cleavage when you two first meet and he was attempting to appear friendly enough to lure you into the traps of sinclair misdeeds, but ever since you became his and he added a ring to that pretty little finger, he did it shamelessly—and how could he not? god, the way they always spilled over the low-cut hemming of your tops and crammed against one another to create that narrow lineation between your tits that he loved so much—it drove him crazy. those blue eyes can’t help but tumble ever so slowly towards the space underneath your collarbone, and he finds such amusement in your flustered state whenever you catch those erotic glances as well.

• you know very well how to put on your bras all on your own, of course, but sometimes you’ll still ask for assistance just for the sake of feeling his touch graze your skin if he’s already inside the room while you’re getting dressed. he’s had his experiences with different women in the past before he met you, so, smug smirk and all, clipping it on for you expertly was no problem.

• he definitely teases you about the faint outline of your nipples that pop against the fabric of your shirt when you decide to go the day without a bra.

• he loves to feel you up from behind. whether it be during the days or nights you chose to cook at the stove, or whether it be as you both stood inside the shower together, you’ll always feel his arms slowly veil your waist and his teeth tug at your neck and earlobe, letting you know exactly what he wanted. his hands journey that familiar, raunchy pathway to deliciously grope your tits and roll the nipple between his index and thumb, chuckling when you gasped with speechless pleasure. it all comes at the most unexpected of moments, and even sometimes happens right in front of either one of his brothers, to whom he audaciously gifts a wink to as if to say 'i bet you wish you had somethin' like this, huh?'

• as good as he is at putting a bra on, is as good as he is at removing one. he enjoys watching how your breasts fall out as soon as his finger unclasps the final hook, as if they’d been waiting for him all day. sometimes he didn’t return home from the station until after midnight when you were already tangled within his sheets, but boy, as soon as you heard the soft creak of the front door opening downstairs, your heart started to tremble hearing those gradual footsteps pace towards the room, and his footsteps alone are what can spur you to become a needy mess in just a single snap of his heel kissing the floor; your pussy aching to squeeze herself around him, your nipples twisting themselves into stiff, pretty browns underneath your garment and ready to be fed to his tongue.

• he sucks your tits just as hard as he may inhale the smoke from a cigarette whenever he’s pissed or stressed, and those teeth never miss a chance to nibble at the center.

• being a man born and raised in louisiana, he preffered his women to be on the thicker side of things, and he liked them thick all around, meaning not only was he infatuated with your chest, but your ass and thighs were two bonuses. the bigger, the better, and in his opinion, what good was sex if there was nothing for him to grab a hold on as he dicked the absolute (s)creams out of a pretty broad? he may have been a skinny white boy, but you best believe he still knew how to handle a thick black woman in the bedroom. it was all a part of his natural charm, and if it was one thing a black woman loved in a man during sex, it was passionate aggression. luckily for you, bo enlightened you the very first day you two began romancing in that velvety, southern cadence, "hope you like aggressive, honey. mama always said it was a family trait.." and boy, did he make sure you found out about that.

• that being said, the headboard slamming against the wall is nothing in comparison to the “look at me when you fuckin’ take this cock” that growls from his tongue as his hips repeatedly snap against the back of your thighs when your calves begin rising towards the ceiling and resting atop his shoulders. failure to comply or shying away only results in him roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to do so, his other hand swinging back then forward to land a nice, stinging slap upon one of your tits, grabbing a handful of it after. “ah, don’t you go hidin’ on me now, baby. i wanna see the look in those eyes when i fill you and your fat tits up.” bo definitely has a mouth on him when it comes to sex. he does not give a single care whether vincent or lester can hear the both of you or not. he was the man of the house. he owned you. not them.

• he loves the full view he receives when you're on top driving your juicy cunt down the few veins of his shaft, the way your tits bounce and how heavy they are when his palms reach up and enwrap the pillowlike flesh into the curves of each knuckle. sometimes he’ll grab your hips or ass for balance and begin fucking his hips upwards, his pale thighs hitting the underside of your asscheeks in a ferocious CLAP CLAP CLAP just to watch those titties jump further within his face, his tongue hanging over his lip in attempt to playfully catch one of your nipples. your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull at that point, fucked so damn dumb that all you could summon were hiccups and stuttered bits and pieces of his name. “yeah, baby, that’s the shit i like to hear. keep singin’ for me.. tell me how good this dick feels.”

• if it's one place he loves being besides the warmth of your pussy after it's been stuffed with his messy seed, it’s balls deep between your tits. “look at ‘em fuckin’ puckerin’ for me..” he mutters in a sexdrunk tone, watching as your nipples hardened again when his fingers plucked and pinched at them. flat on your back and him straddling your stomach, obediently you spread your tits and let his cock slide within the oiled valley, closing them around it. he immediately hissed, grinding his hips slowly forward until his balls were pressed against the underside of your breasts. "shit, darlin'.." a breathy chuckle escapes his mouth, viewing as they almost covered him completely. "tits just fuckin' eat me up, don't they? fuckin' hell, woman, i can't get enough’a you."

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[that-one-guy-nobody-remembers]

Enjoyers of These Lil' Freaky Dudes!™

[kenobihater]

2012 les mis is such a fascinating film (derogatory) from a technical filmmaking perspective. the nauseating shaky cam. the claustrophobic extreme closeups and dutch angles that make you tilt your head. the out of focus partially obscured shots for no reason. the live singing on set with live piano that is following the vocals rather than the other way around.

it gets even more interesting when you look into the behind the scenes stuff. like the fact that russell crowe, who had been singing since the 80s, had a worse vocal performance than eddie redmayne, who had less experience. that's most likely bc crowe had like 4 vocal coaches at the same time in preparation for the roll. hugh jackman severely restricted water for 36 hrs for a scene where he wasn't even fully shirtless. the orchestra played for like 7hrs straight trying to get one take. and even with all of that, it still won oscars simply bc the acting was THAT good. say what you will about the director tom hooper (😒) or the producer cameron mackintosh (😒😒😒😒) but the actors did their damn best in hellish nightmarish conditions

[nefarious-nightjar]

I have a carnal need to redraw screencaps from the DDT wrestle peter pan 2024 El Desperado v Chris Brookes death-match but with sabretooth and wolverine

[livetogether--diealone]

also i'm at this birthday party and i'm not having a nice time, just bored out of my mind

[lilacgaby]

title: entranced.

pairing: katsuki x fem! reader.

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

katsuki was destined for greatness. everyone told him so, it was engrained in his mind from the moment his quirk manifested.

as a kid, he was top of the hill always, king of his crew, every game they'd play would leave him the champion. he was the fastest, the strongest, the coolest.

his ego fluctuated with every new person he'd meet, how he felt none could match up to the god-given power of his, until his last year of junior high you joined his class.

you, who hung around deku, not minding that he was quirkless.

you, who he found so entralling.

you didn't really socialize to the other classmates, so he didn't know what your quirk was..

at least not until the teacher announced you and deku were applying for U-A beside him. he scoffed, "you two? heroes? don't make me laugh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to be assistants at my agency, and that's a huge if, quirkless idiots."

"i'm not quirkless, and midoriya isn't an idiot. so take your foot out of your ass and learn to respect people." you grabbed midoriya's hand and guided him out.

that was the first time you ever spoke to him and he didn't have a rebuttal.

he glared as you two walked out the hallways together, his pack of goons followed him as he walked down the alleyway. they ran away when he got captured by the villain.. but you. you and deku ran against the crowd to go save him. despite how he insulted the two of you.

that was the first time he'd seen your quirk. behind deku who was aimlessly scrapping the gooey flesh of the villain attempting to take him over, you had taken to making magma rock, that turned to lava upon contact, and burned the flesh of the villain. this caused the villain to create an opening, that allowed allmight to save him.

he didn't talk to you after that, he didn't have the chance. the most you'd given him after that was a nod.

he saw you everywhere and in everything now. in the orange flowers, in the dandelions, in the way the clouds shaped.

he wasn't looking for you in the entrance exam, no way. but when he saw the familiar silhouette of your body next to deku's, he felt his heart race. you looked amazing, your body a bit more toned now, he assumed youve been training alongside deku all this time.

he wasn't looking at you.. but, he saw the look on your face as you pouted, mouthing to deku the session you were placed in. he was in the same one.

he wasn't looking for you or anything, but when he spotted the aftermaths of your quirk, referring to the massive amoungs of molten iron from the pointed robots, he sped up.

the sight of you in action sent cupid's arrow through his heart.

you, now covered in the magma rock yourself, with your hair being the main source of the lava pooling around the exam center. the robots turning to nothing as you blast each shot with pinpoint accuracy, the small sighs you'd occasionally let out birthing fire from your mouth.

there was now a range of symbols, red and apparent, marking your body. from your face to your arms and even your legs. he was in utter awe of the chaos, yet elegance of your quirk.

you were breathtakingly horrifying.

as soon as time was up, he'd gotten the top score of course. but it wasn't by a landslide as he'd hoped, because you were only 0.5 points away.

he'd hoped to see you again. and he did, in class 1-a, you'd taken a spot next to deku again, and a girl with pink cheeks. he tsked as he put his feet on his desk, prompting a guy with engines on his legs to reprimand him.

he was deeply moved whether you used your quirk, whether it was in the quirk physicals, team battles, or mock missions.

he didn't know how or why, but he'd managed to become friends with you. along with the rest of his group, or the people that followed him around and forcibly made him their friend, you'd hang around.

his conversations with you were usually short, he didn't know how to talk to you. you made him feel weird, a feeling he never really understood.

not until their first encounter with villains that is.

the second they were teleported, he was on a mission to look for you. kirishima walking behind him as he tried to find you and make sure you were okay.

but when he saw you cornered by a group? he went rabid, sending shot after shot onto them until they were unconscious. he helped you stand up. "you okay?" he held your hands in his.

"i.. im fine bakugo. thank you."

he felt his face flush, he was lucky his hands were covered by his outfit, because he was sweating inhumanely. you finally let go of his hands, making him sigh before you suggested, "let's go regroup with the others, k?"

he nodded, and joined back in the fight.

he got more comfortable with you after that, holding your hand seemed to be casual for you two now. he sat beside you at lunch, his hand on your thigh as you two ate. you trained together, studied together, hung out in his room together.

napped together once, his heart leaping out of his chest when he realized it wasn't a vivid dream, and that you really were next to him.

when he was kidnapped you were apart of the group who saved him, giving all for one a nasty burn on his bald head.

after that, he realized how you were on his mind constantly.

he wondered if you ate, if you slept, if you studied, how you scored.

when you were training at the agencies if you'd be safe, he knew you were capable, but because of the destructive quality of your quirk you couldn't use it often.

he'd confess his nightmares to you on late night calls. how the phantom pain of being suffocated would sometimes come back to him, how he hated being approached from behind.

and he'd go to bed, his heart racing when you confessed yours. "honestly.. my biggest nightmares are about losing you."

you were even on his mind when he died. alongside all-might and deku, stood you. he wanted your validation, he wanted to be a hero to you, that's what he thought about in his last moments.

when he was revived, he saw you in the hospital. you were alive. except for the severe burns on your arms from your body's over exertion, the only other wound was in your stomach.

his heart ached as he saw you. there was a gash in your stomach.

after weeks of rehabilitation, he couldn't take it anymore.

he bowed his head to you, confessing his feelings that had been boiling over for years. your arms were still bandaged and one of his was still in a cast. you grabbed his face, pulling him up to yours before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. you kept him there after, looking into his red eyes.

"i've liked you too for a while, bakugo."

"katsuki."

"...katsuki."

you started dating. he worked to strengthen his hand, as you worked to up your bodies tolerance for your quirk. throughout the years you'd grown even closer. he got you a gorgeous promise ring, scratching the back of his head as he said, "it's just a placeholder for the next one. so, sorry if it's--" you cut him off with a hug and a kiss.

you graduated alongside eachother, where he gave another speech and you had to try your hardest not to burst out laughing at the memory of his first one.

you both worked hard, becoming pro heroes, and surprisingly

becoming popular because you two were dating.

you'd constantly be caught out together. photos of katsuki's smiles as you smear frosting on his nose, you two laying down on a picnic blanket and staring into each others eyes, you two walking around the streets.

sometimes you'd catch him watching your fights. could you blame him? he thought you were gorgeous, always. but especially when you were fighting. the look on your face, your actions, your confidence,

it'd send him spiraling.

you attended gala's together, him at your side. you've received thousands of modeling contracts, but you only accept ones that'd let you pose with katsuki.

you still made him nervous after all this time, so he'd audibly gulp whenever you circled him, striking poses so he'd laugh.

you became the nation's couple, which shocked the two of you to no avail.

he proposed to you on your 5th anniversary. true to his word, the ring was extravagant, it glimmered from all angles. he explained, looking into your eyes as he held your hand, "i could never find anything as gorgeous as you, but i hope it comes close."

your wedding was huge. you actually had two, one for close friends and family, where his mother took the reign to plan everything since you two were so busy.

and a huge public one, media and journalists allowed to see the million dollar wedding you two had to celebrate your years together, and katsuki's undying infatuation with you.

he was wrong though, because he did find something as gorgeous as you.

your beautiful baby girl that you welcomed to the world.

[fangirlforlife97]

ACOTAR's Rant That's Been Long Overdue!!!! BEWARE AND MY BAD, ITS A LONG ONE.

I won't lie it's been a long while since I've read the books and I still haven't read ACOSF yet (or if I even will?!) But over the years I've changed my opinion on alot of things concerning the books and fan pairings, etc. And lately I've had the urge to re look over ACOTAR content on tumblr and I finally decided to make this post. One I've been meaning to for awhile!

I want to start out by saying that I absolutely loved "A Court of Thorns and Roses" and Feylin, I finished that book in one night. I couldn't wait to read more of their story and learn more of this world SJM had created. Went into the series before it exploded on Tik - Tok or wherever so I went in without spoilers. Like I said I was looking forward to reading more but I also simultaneously had a sneaking suspicion that SJM was gonna try to give Feyre a new love interest and it did not sit well with me at all!! I kept saying or thinking things like "she better not give Feyre a new love interest" "she better not mess up Feylin", and that's exactly what she did!!

She "villainzed" or tried to anyways, Tamlin. I'm not gonna lie I got really irritated, and even though it wasn't Tam's fault how things played out I was kind of upset with him. I never hated him though and even though I hated the idea of a new love interest - with time I grew to greatly enjoy them. I read all of the books and considered them to be some of my favorite books, I even shipped Elriel hardcore while also shipping Elucien and also lowkey Nessian (before ACOSF). With time I fell into the delusion of Elriel, Nessian, Feysand and The Inner Circle, of the series in general. By the end of ACOWAR though even though I liked Feysand - I was getting kind of tired of reading about them and was looking forward to and wanting a different pairing to take center stage.

Subconsciously at times I think I did realize how toxic and awful Feysand and parts of the Inner Circle was etc, but it didn't register til later on. It's like I glossed over it cause I was sooo "entralled" with the series and character's. I was delulu about alot of things, about my liking for Feysand, my hardcore fangirling over Elriel, etc.

I was the biggest shipper of Elriel, I wanted them together so bad and the idea of them not getting together - I thought it would depress me out. Insane ik. Like before I became a hardcore Elriel shipper I shipped Elucien and was liking and hoping for their endgame until we started getting more Elriel content. Then my love for Elriel overshadowed that of Elucien. I was obsessing about anything relating to Elriel and couldn't wait for any possible clues or interactions in ACOSF pertaining to an Elriel endgame. There was even gonna be a pov from Azriel (he was my favorite batboy) and I was really excited. Then ACOSF came out and so did the spoilers. I hadn't gotten my hands on a book yet but the curiosity was too strong, so I went on tumblr to see what had been posted, etc.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was the fastest death of a love pertaining to a fan pairing and character. I'm a fangirl, fangirling is what I do. I get overenthusiastic about tv shows and movies and bonds between characters. I was so disgusted by Azriel's pov, it was very unexpected. Like yes I imagine there would be some lustful thoughts or whatever but this is the first time we are getting his pov and you give us that! I had a certain idea of how I thought of Elain and Azriel and I loved it and the symbolism etc but what I read or found out totally ruined the idea I had of them. How I thought of them. Even the idea of liking them. Now I sincerely hope they don't end up together and she hopefully gets with Lucien and gets out of the Night court and away from the Inner Circle and Feysand. I've grown to ship and love Elucien the way I did Elriel before Az's pov.

I even really like and love the idea of Tamlin and Elain or Elain x Lucien x Elain. I feel like even though ACOTAR was supposedly a Beauty and The Beast retelling, Elain seems more like Belle to me, in look wise and gentleness anyways. And she would be so good with Tamlin and his healing even though I'm also a hardcore Elucien girly. I'd be so happy with either Elucien, Tamlain or Elucien x Tamlain x Tamlucien (whatever their ship name is!?)

In terms of Nessian. I always liked Nessian, I wasn't super hardcore about them like I was Elriel, Elucien, Feylin but I still really liked them or saw their potential too. But then I started hearing about things pertaining to Nessian and Nesta's character in ACOSF and I even heard things such as them ruining Nesta's character and bowing to Rhys, etc. Like maybe they ruined her character for the sake of Feysand or something?! And even though I already dislike what I'm hearing about Nessian, I still plan to read ACOSF even though it's gonna be a struggle re reading the series with how much I've grown to dislike Feysand, Rhysand, The Inner Circle, Elriel, etc. I almost don't want to re read the series with how annoyed I've grown about them, may take me some time but I will at some point in time. I'm in no rush though but I would be looking forward to re read ACOTAR.

Cassian is a shitty mate from what I've been hearing and that makes me start to dislike him too. Even though I have yet to completely make up my mind about Nessian til after I read ACOSF, Cassian is on thin ice. Not gonna lie though I kind of wish and hope Nessian aren't endgame because of what I've heard, even though I have yet to read ACOSF. I feel like Nesta deserves better and it might be an unpopular opinion but I think Nesta and Tamlin would be an absolutely freaking perfect endgame or pairing!!!!!!!??

Nesta and Tamlin both were given the same completely unfair, ridiculous, disgusting hate or treatment by the author and fandom. They both need healing, and could be the people who heal each other?! Even though Elain gives Belle vibes from her looks and gentleness, she doesn't have the most important Belle factor that Nesta does. NESTA LOVES BOOKS!! Could Nesta be the actual Belle to Tamlin's or ACOTAR Beauty and the Beast Retelling??!!!! Idk but I think Nesta and Tam would be way better than Cassian and Nesta.

I feel like the author has made her batboys too hornified and has sexualized her romantic pairings to the point she's ruining them!! Smut is fine in a book but when it's overdone and it's all a relationship is, it's not a pairing worth rooting for and it's kind of disgusting. I'd rather have a slow burn, cliche, romantic couple or pairing with few smutty scenes than a pairing that's too over sexualized and has multiple, constant, sex scenes. Other possible unpopular opinions:

- Tamlin is 100% more likable and better than Rhysand. Tamlin isn't without his flaws but the double standardization between Tamlin and Rhysand is incredibly unfair and unwarranted. Tamlin gets way too much hate for a character in a series filled with many other/worse flawed characters.

- Tamlin doesn't need a redemption arc, he needs a healing arc. He deserves a happy ending and love too!! I hope his court is replenished and flourishes.

- SJM character assassinated Feyre and others for the sake of Feysand, Rhysand and The Inner Circle.

- The ACOTAR series is filled with inconsistencies, double standards, etc.

- ACOTAR was the best book!!

- The Inner Circle, Batboys, Rhysand, and Feysand is highly overrated.

- Feyre deserves better.

- SJM should backpeddle on the smut and focus on building up of relationships and focusing on the romance. Stop using smut as an excuse for plot!

- Elain, Lucien, and Nesta need to get out of the Night Court and away from the Inner Circle and Feysand. (Feyre should too but that definitely won't happen!) They need their own story plots with story progression that doesn't involve the Night Court, Feysand, and The Inner Circle.

- Nesta and Tamlin should be endgame or an option at the very least. THE POTENTIAL!!!!! 😭❤️✊

- Rhysand is the villain of the series. It would be the greatest twist but also wouldn't be a twist because there's heavy evidence of him being a villian and manipulating those around him.

- Theory that Rhysand has been mind controlling Feyre the whole time!!

- There should be more focus on the other lands and courts.

- An Elucien novel should have nothing to do with the Night Court or Inner Circle or Feysand. I'm so tried of other ships and character's revolving heavily around Feysand, the Inner Circle, and the Night Court. Not everything is about them!!

[yangsharperavery]

wait but guys...

are you ever just struck with the overwhelming realization and resonance that there will be new scenes???

like season 3 is going to give us SO many new sydcarmy scenes that we haven't feasted our eyes on or meticulously deconstructed yet.

new moments to witness that will make you inadvertently squee and kick your feet.

new fleeting interactions that will leave your mouth agape.

new deliciously descriptive and precise meta that will make your heart leap at the thread lines connected and brought to the surface.

i'm just sitting here thinking about how i felt after the first season. how absolutely entralled i was with these two characters and their dynamic with seemingly unlimited potential and range.

before i had ever seen or known that there would be another season.

and then (although much of the narrative kept them apart) season 2 came in like a ton of bricks where the two of them were concerned.

and that's going to very much happen again.

and with the way that time moves, i'm not even stressed or worried about waiting.

whew! it's really gonna be something.

[noritaro]

Kpop vs Made in Abyss gonna be my entertainment for the next coming days

I'm entralled by the lack of self awareness with fans of a real life industry who is notorious for underage workers and child abuse+exploitation, criticizing a fictional dark fantasy adventure story like okay

[neptune432]

OK here's my ranking of the post-finale adventure time stories so far

also I'm not ranking Fionna and Cake yet cuz it's not done but right now I'd place it at the top of the list. if it can keep this kind of momentum up until the end, this could be my favorite AT story ever. these first four episodes entrall me so completely that it somehow already overtakes the rest of distant lands, but it's too early to tell how everything will work out.

Together Again: We get to see more about how finn's life turned out and got to see how he was haunted by the existential crisis of losing jake. he never really gets over it and can only compensate by adventuring. I love finn and jake's relationship and seeing how they handle finn finally dying and meeting jake again messed me up in a major way. absolutely beautiful and made me so happy as someone who's been watching at since I was a kid.

BMO: BMO's one of my favorite little guys, both funny and fascinating to see the unique way they perceive the world. having this interesting new space society with it's own unique ongoing dilemma and rules is interesting enough, but what makes this episode is having BMO thrown in the middle of it like a pipebomb to see what happens. won't lie, feels like the new characters introduced are interesting but don't have enough to work with. I really like the reveal at the end though. really good start to distant lands and a good time overall.

Wizard City: kinda mixed on this one. pep is a neat character, being a kid who's also the reincarnation of peppermint butler who's trying to juggle being a new wizard student with the ghost of his past self literally trying to manipulate him. I also like cadebra cuz she's the "weird kid" who doesn't really get or care about social norms or expectations and can't really socialize well with other kids (relatable). but most of the story is just the usual, bog-standard ya fantasy stuff you expect, with the focus on dark magic and cults at the end being the only mild surprise. the side characters feel stiff and archetypical so it's hard to care about them. overall, it's ok.

Obsidian: absolutely disappointing. a whole special dedicated to marcy and pb's new relationship while also digging into their shared history and it's just BORING. honestly, it doesn't even feel like it matches up with what we've learned about their past and has such nonsense reasons to stir up conflict between characters. it's like bad fanfic that wants to hit super indulgent plot beats with very little actual substance or good creative ideas behind any of it. the only thing of value here for me is what we learn about marcy's past with her mom. it was actually compelling to see marcy reflect on and come to terms with what this all means for her as a person. that's it though. bleh.

[grox-empire]

ANOTHER propaganda post for @voidspace-bubble's spore tourney.

GROX SWEEP BABYYYY!

There is a reason my blog is themed around them. There is a REASON my fursona, Who I own a fursuit of, is a Grox. There is a FUCKING REASON they are one of few holdovers from Spore in daybreak. I am SO autistic about them you have no idea. Spore in general is my special interest but something about these little guys specifically just has me ENTRALLED.

They're the big bads of spore. The main villains of space stage. They're built up from the beginning of space stage and are a major obstacle even towards the endgame. You can either ally with them, Which is far easier to do but comes with MANY penalties... Or take on the grueling task of wiping out their entire empire, Which is roughly 2000 planets large and circles the galactic core. And they are one of my absolute FAVORITE parts of the game. First off, The way they're built up. They're built up as a big, scary empire. the antithesis to life. But then you meet them and they fucking LOOK LIKE THIS

Which??? Can I just say. Is fucking IMMACULATE. The sheer contrast with how these guys are described and how they actually LOOK is just... amazing. They're built up as a force to be reckoned with, Everyone is TERRIFIED of them... And yet when you actually meet them? They're short, impish, vaguely cat-like aliens with the saddest, wettest eyes you have ever seen, And incredibly low-level parts at that. The best part? They do genuinely live up to their reputation, Too! I definitely know a lot of people aren't a fan of their design because it's not scary or threatening enough but I personally think the sheer contrast between how they look and what they are makes them MORE scary. What would drive something like that to this point? And that's not even taking into account how goddamned fun they are to draw and stylize. Due to their design being pretty simplistic you can interpret it in many ways... I personally see them as vaguely cat-like, Child-sized humanoid aliens with short fur, But i've met several people out there who see them totally different to how I do. It's VERY interesting.

Second of all, The sheer amount of PERSONALITY these little guys have while you talk to them. Spore's dialogue is great and highly underrated but The Grox? Honestly they're just... The absolute PEAK of what spore's writing can be like. They're super fucking charming. Like there's CLEARLY so much more to them than what you see on the surface... But unfortunately because spore is spore and worldbuilding isn't their top priority, You never really learn what their deal is beyond what is shown to you. But that doesn't stop me and MANY others from having headcanons! I have a whole BOATLOAD of headcanons that I am fucking refraining from talking about here since... This isn't about my own version of them that i've come up with in my head, this is about how they are in canon spore. That IS to say, though... If anyone is interested in hearing more about that please for the love of god LET ME KNOW I could go on for HOURS about my thought on these guys

I'm tired as fuck and this probably sounds SO incoherent because I have so many thoughts that i'm unable to articulate, But i'm so autistic about these guys especially. They're genuinely one of my favorite fictional characters of all time and I really want other people to be able to appreciate them too ^^ They're definitely the creature I would personally like to win the poll. I know it's a pretty damn obvious choice but these little guys genuinely mean a lot to me and I don't think i'd really be the same person I am now without them. I've been fixated on them since like... 2019?? and it's lead me to creating my passion project which I plan on sticking to for years to come.

So, To make a long story short? GROX SWEEP!

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Kelly sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was not sighing at herself, she generally liked what she saw looking back at her: A relatively trim figure that had grown just ever so slightly plush after the hustle and bustle of college ended. Her breasts, while small, were shapely and still perky. Her hips were flared ever so delicately and ended in strong, muscled legs. Beanpole, and rail thin were words used to describe her in her younger years, but Kelly was indifferent to that. What she was exasperated about now was the blouse she had on. Ordered a size up on the internet, and yet somehow a size too small on arrival. 'Oh well,' She thought, 'At least it squishes my tits up nice.' The purchase was not in vain, because Kelly had a date tonight, and she hoped that too-tight clothes, and buttons that were barely hanging on whould not hurt her chances. 'Besides if the date goes right these buttons should be lying on the floor before long.' She shook the thought away. Couldn't get ahead of herself. Her date tonight was a friend of a friend. Had to be on good behavior. Kelly made her way downstairs, and greeted her roomate Jane. Jane's friend was the one she would be going on a date with tonight. "So what do I need to know before going on this date?" Kelly asked. "Oh right to the chase, are we?" Jane giggled. "You must have really liked what you saw when I introduced you two!" Kelly rolled her eyes but her blush gave away her true feelings. "I'm just fucking with you girl." Jane teased. "Look I think you guys are really going to like each other. Relax. Be yourself. Oh also, he comes from a culture that really values politeness, so remeber this: If he invites you home, hes interested. If he offers you food at home he's REALLY interested. If you get to that point, whatever you do, don't turn down food he offers you. He will think you are rude."

"Go home, eat the food. Got it." Kelly reapeated. "You got thsi girl, good luck!" Jane said goodbye to Kelly, and soon Kelly arrived at the resteraunt they had agreed upon. Kelly had never been to the place before, but was nervous to find that it was an Indian place when she pulled up. She had never been good with spicy food. 'Its for the hottie.' She thought as she put on a brave face and went inside. And there he was, already waiting for her in a booth. Tall, toned, and muscular, just as she rembered him: Derek. Derek got out of his seat and hugged her hello. Kelly couldn't help but be entralled by his scent and felt a tangible pang when he pulled away from her. "Have trouble finding the place?" He asked. Kelly smiled and said that she hadn't. The two engaged in some small talk and craked jokes, and were just feeling the stoking fingers of passion curling in around them, when the waitress interrupted, asking for their order. Kelly was so wrapped up in Derek and his eyes that she hadn't even looked at the menu. Derek must have been a regular because he gave his order right away. Flustered, and not wanting to look like a fool, Kelly quickly pointed to something on the menu. "And a Coke please." She added.

The two continued to get to know one another, when the food finally arrived. Kelly's stomach immediatly sank. the bowl that was sat before her was massive and swimming with savory noodles and two big mountains of vegetabels. "Ah a fan of spicy curry I see." Observed Derek. Fuck. "Haha yeah that's me." Mumbled Kelly. "I'm glad to hear that. I love a girl that can handle her spice." Double fuck. Now she had something to prove. Thinking quickly, Kelly said, "Said you are in finance? that must be interesting." Derek lit up at this, and began regaling her with every finance story he could think of. Good, he was distracted. Now Kelly could focus on her buffet.

Only half-listening to Derek now, she began to tuck in. To her dismay, the curry was so spicy, that she had to take a large swig of her soda every two bites or so. By the time a quarter of the curry was gone she was full. At the halfway mark she had already finished her first drink. She sat back breathlessly, using this as an excuse for a break while the waitress brought her another glass. Lucky Derek was still droning on, so Kelly had a moment to compose herself. She rested a hand on her swollen tummy and was alarmed to feel it bloated and already straining at the buttons of her blouse.

Before she had a chance to think about it more, the waitress returned with her soda. No excuses now. She continued on, but was painfully aware of each bite struggling to make room in her overpacked gut. Now she could feel every swallow travel down into her belly and push it out just that much further. She closed her eyes, and turned her brain off. mindlessly alternating between eating and drinking. Eventually, she managed it. the entire bowl and two glasses of soda were packed into her once slim gut, now bloated to about 2 inches. Though she had finished her feast, Kelly had a new problem: The combination of soda and curry were not playing well together in her distended gut. even from where she was sitting she could hear her belly groaning and churning in protest of how far she had packed it. Once again, she laid her hand on her gut to try and quell the storm in her stomach. She was a bit concerned and very fascinated by the fact that she could physically FEEL her over worked gut sloshing and rumbling under her hand. Without warning she felt a tingle between her thighs, and the very slight pressure of her hand forced a burp out of her throat. She was able to stifle it last second, but the thought of burping infrint of Derek made her instantly wet. What was wrong with her? She must have been in some sort of food psychosis. This thought seemed to be evhoed by the fact that Derek was saying her name, as if he had been trying to get her attention for sometime. "Kelly, you ok?" He looked slightly concerned. "I'm, uh, *urp* I'm ok. I think I just need to get out of here." She responded weakly. "How does my place sound?" Derek asked. Kelly could only nod, amazed that she had been able to pull it off. As they stood to leave the resteraunt, Kelly was mortified to fond that she could not stand up straight. if she did, her belly would poke out of the bottom of her blouse and threatned to snap the buttons against the strain. She could stand, but barely, and needed one hand to cradle her ailing tummy. In the end though, it was worth it, she had gotten a ticket to Derek's place. Now what was that other thing her roomate reminded her to do?

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Was tagged by @danzafila

last song: The work radio is playing Hotel California. I was also listening to something from American Idiot earlier. The USB I've kept the album on since high school doesn't have track names though, so I actually don't know which song it was 🤷‍♀️

last movie: I wanted it to be Dune 2 but I haven't gotten near a theater yet.

currently watching: no new shows at the moment. I watched the first episode of X-Men 97, to see what they did with it; seems good, not remotely for me though (which is good! The original show was for six year olds. It shouldn't be for me anyway). Fascinated that they've chosen to adapt both Inferno and the Trial of Magneto, but I don't plan to watch more except vicariously via tumblr.

currently consuming: If this question is about food, the answer was chicken w/ rice. If it's about fandom things, then I just wrapped up part 2 of the FFVII remake. I'm also trying to find time to finish reading Pachinko.

current obsession: I have spent an unjustifiable amount of time watching streamers react to the ending of the FF7 remake, a retelling of a 30 year old game, all struggling to act shocked and perplexed by the most famous video game story of all time. An entralling look into twitch performance art. The lead VA of the game has just started her own first playthrough live reaction stream. She obviously knows what happens. Will she stick to the meta anyway? I'm making time for this one next week.

I've also gotten really into FE3H fiction where Byleth was raised by the church. Really hard to find though, sadly. The ones that do exist all tend to be perfect though.

favorite color: Viridian (because of Pokémon, yes)

first ship: Last time I did one of these, I think I settled on it being probably either House/Wilson or Sparky.

three ships: Karmacat is probably the OTP of my life. It's been with me since freshman year, and it got me through the post school can't-find-a-job-for-two-years depression.

I really like the OoT and WW versions of Zelink. I like more recent versions too, but after Skyward Sword I also tend to see Zelda's guilt complex getting in the way.

Ultimate Spider-Man is starting to make me ship JJJ with Uncle Ben.

spicy/savory/sweet: spicy. if something is too sweet or too savory I tend to feel sick right away

[justfangirlstuffs]



Just wanna say congrats to all the winners of the DCA fic polls. Honestly, I'm incredibly honored that my fic Entralling You, Enthralling Me was nominated and listed up with so many other delightful fics and AUs. It warms my heart to know others find comfort in the vampire boys. ^^ Thanks to everyone for making the DCA fandom such a delightful place lot be.

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Hi love! Anursha here, birthdate- 28/11/2000

I really really love your blog, from you I got to know so much about mythology and web of wyrd, I really hope to see more of web of wyrd because your researches are so entralling and informative. I have really big hopes for 2024, it's a '8' year💫, I'll move to another city with my best friend after our post-grad, I'm really excited for it, all the changes, growth etc etc. I'm going to gift my mom a hand bag, I can't wait her to see it!

Can you please give your insights about my money chain, love chain and my energy ? (I'm sorry it was written 3 orbs, I got confused whether we can ask 3 things about web of wyrd or 1, if not then please let me know about my money chain)

Thank you so much🌼🌸🌹🌻🦋

gift no. 17

hi!! there is definitely more wyrd web content to come. 2024 sounds exciting for you!!! and i am excited for your mom lol i want a handbag too! your ask insight list contains 8 orbs, so i will be assessing the money chain (3 orbs).

9 as a flow number: spend time with yourself to have a better idea of what you want from the universe, so you know what you are looking to gain. you have deep knowledge of what you need and want - you can distinguish between the two as well. you take breaks from being out in the world to regroup and recenter, but you don't hide out from the outside world. you connect to your thoughts and ideas on how to gain while also taking into account the thoughts and opinions of others (but only with a grain of salt). you take risks without waiting for the permission of others because you know you are capable of taking on the world on your own.

21 as a career: a job where you get to complete your projects. where celebrating is common. where people get excited about the future. teaching, administration, singing, ambassadors, etc.

12 as a money blockage: avoid fighting your monetary circumstances. don't forget about your debts. delay your instant gratification; this is hard but it will save you from spending money you don't have. spend money on your needs first and not your wants. the wait is worth the reward.

shufflemancy: "carol of the bells" by mykola dmytrovych leontovych

-a.d.