#and this is far from the first time its been this bad

[mayghosts]

OBSESSED: (Kate Martin x Reader)

Summary: You and Caitlin ended your relationship as good friends. However, one of Caits new teammates seems a bit too interested in your last relationship.

Warnings: used Y/N 🫤, alcohol, obsessive crushes

AN: I almost didn't post this but... we will see how long i leave it up for b4 i redo it

Kate always considered herself to be a perfect friend, but lately something has been hanging over head.

From the first time Caitlin had introduced you to the team. Kate knew she was cooked. Her stomache flipping and her face heating up as you smiled and introduced yourself. Cooked. You got along so well with the team, and watching you talk about your hobbies and interests only made Kates butterflies increase tenfold. That night Kate took it upon herself to find your Instagram, as well as your moms Instagram… and most of your extended family.

And if you knew how much I looked at her pictures you would think we’re bestfriends

Two months later Kate felt like she was in some sort of “What Would You Do?” show, listening to Caitlin explain how you two had ended things on good terms. On one side she was sad for her friend. On the other hand she had just swiped off your Tik Tok profile and was just a bit too excited that you were single.

And I know you loved her and I know I’m butthurt But I can’t help it, no, I can’t help it, Im so obsessed with you ex.

Seeing you in the crowd at the next Iowa game was slightly unexpected. You and Caitlin had been broken up for almost two weeks now, maybe you were on better terms than Kate had thought? She pryed her eyes away from you in the stands, attempting to re-focus on the game. Every basket she made that night, she felt her eyes drift up to where you were sitting. Were you watching? Did you see that? Even though Kate had been a top scorer that game, she secretly accredited that Iowa win to you.

I'm starin’ at her like I wanna get hurt, and I remember every single detail you have told me so be careful baby

It was driving Kate crazy, having a crush and not being able to tell her friends. You were driving her crazy. She was at the point that she knew far too much about you, and she probably wouldn’t be able to have a normal conversation with you. In her mind there was no better solution to this than getting drunk and starting a life altering situationship.

However upon entering the bar, she was met with your smiling face. Kate felt herself loosing her sanity as she watched you dance with your friends under the colored lights. She had no idea how long she sat at that bar, just keeping an eye on you. Long enough to get absolutely hammered. She was absolutely obsessed with you.

She's got those hips she's got those lips, the life of every fucking party

The next morning Kates hangover anxiety quickly turned to hangover guilt as she noticed she spent all of late night thirsting over her best friends ex- girlfriend. Not being able to take it anymore she slid off her bed, making her way to Gabbies room.

Gently knocking she pushed the door open, “Gabbie, I need your help. I think I’m fucked.” Looking up from her book Gabbie responded “Kate whats wrong? How drunk did you get last night!?” “No this isn’t drunk me being dumb its sober me, I am going to tell you this but please don’t freak out I know its so bad.” Gabbie stared silently at Kate, “I have the worst crush on y/n… you know.. Caitlins ex?” Silence fell over the room. “Jesus Christ Kate you made it sound like you killed someone…. I mean that's not terrible, like they're on good terms and all that. Y/N is so sweet, and incredibly talented. I know she has said good stuff about you in the past, she thinks your cute.”

“She's talented, she's good with kids, she even speaks kindly about me”

“Hey Cait can we talk?” Kate felt like incinerating herself. Her hands were sweaty as she fiddled with the end of her pony tail. The locker room was empty aside from the two of them and Kate knew it was now or never. Caitlon glanced over, taling in Kates anxious appearance "yea whats up?" Taking a deep breath Kate started, "So... I have a crush, but its someone we both know. It's really shitty of me, but I need to tell you."

[galedekarios]

gale’s early access dialogue transcripts - the tiefling party [romance path]

at the tiefling party in early access, you were able to lock in your romance choice for the first time.

a second time, you were able to do so while traversing the ebonlake to the grymforge. the narrator gave a general overview of your deeds so far (including rescuing the tieflings/siding with the goblings, etc.) and ended on your li choice.

i'll include the screenshot of that moment here bc there's not much worth talking about romance-wise past that point:

Narrator: *It hasn't all been bad, though: you fondly remember your night with Gale.*

back to the tiefling party: you were able to talk to the companions at the party after zevlor, the tieflings and your group arrived at the camp, and they all propositioned the player to spend the night with them, some more subtly than others, depending on who you talked to first and accepted.

the romance option for the night was then locked in if the player took a long rest and, from the dialogue options, picked their partner of choice.

for gale, the proposition to the player looked as follows:

Gale: Thank you. - Player Option 1: I'm sure you're welcome. Gale: There's that confidence I like. [Go to "Amidst all the merriness...] - Player Option 2: What for? Gale: I'm glad you sought me out. [Go to "Amidst all the merriness...] - Player Option 3: Spontaneous thank yous make me suspicious. Gale: Come now! This is a night for celebration, not suspicion. I thank you for seeking me out. - Gale: Amid all this merriment I wasn't sure we'd have a chance to speak this evening. I wasn't sure we'd have a chance to make merry, just the two of us.  - Player Option 1: I think that's the wine talking.  Gale: As they say in Waterdeep: In wine there is truth. That's usually followed by: In water, there is good sense. Good sense will have to wait till the morrow. - Player Option 2:  Make merry, just the two of us. What would that entail? Gale [if Weave scene successful + talked abt the Weave scene with Gale after]: We shared a romantic moment of the mind while cloaked in the Weave, didn't we? And I seem to recall a fond allusion to that moment afterwards. - Player Option 3: Actually, I think I'll go mix and mingle.  Gale: Too bad. One should never be afraid to live life to the fullest.  But before you go... I know there are many things about me that remain shrouded in mystery. [Gale would then invite the player to talk again the next day & reveal his background story + the convo ends] - Gale [if the player is interested]: Allow me to make the following proposition: there is a book that circulates in Amn, detailing the first thousand nights of a newly-wed king and queen. Gale: They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time honoured and newly acquired. The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself. I say we take a page from their book.  - Player Option 1: Leave it to you to woo someone with a book. Gale: Forget the book then. Let's be blank slates on blank sheets, delightfully new. - Player Option 2: You're remarkably upfront about your intentions.  Gale: I'm many things, but coy's not one of them. What do you say? - Player Option 3: I'll remind you we're newly acquainted, not newlyweds. Gale: Then we'll start writing the prequel. What do you say? - Player Option 4: Let me stop you right there. That's not something I'm interested in. Gale: Too bad. One should never be afraid to live life to the fullest.  - [if the player accepts] Gale: We'll let the night run its course. And when everything is quieting down, safe in the arms of sleep, I'll come by to find safety in yours. [end]

if you clicked on gale again before long resting, he said:

Gale: There's promise in patience, I assure you. Let the night run its course so that we can run ours as well. [CAMP_GoblinHunt_State_GalePartner]

if you then talked to any of the other companions, who were much more reactive to your choices and what happened around them in general, they had something to say about the player's decision to spend the night gale:

shadowheart

Shadowheart: Everyone seem to be in high spirits. I saw you with Gale. You two looked... cosy. Far be it from me to judge. Blood must be running a little hot after everything.

wyll

Wyll: There he is - the man himself! Let us raise a glass! To you - a legend in the making! And to you and Gale. May your stars burn ever bright.

lae'zel

Lae'zel: I have seen the kith'raki tear a screaming neogi's legs from its belly to fashion into blades. Yet they could not match your nerve today. It was enough to drive me to madness. A pity for us you have promised your body to Gale. I've no doubt he is as seductive as he is succinct.

funnily enough, if both weren't romanced by the player character, lae'zel would try to sleep with gale at the party. he - unlike wyll and astarion, both of whom used to accept lae's advances - did not do so.

lae'zel used to complain about this the next day if the player questioned her about her night with gale, saying he only wished instead to talk:

Lae'zel: There are, after all, other spreads before me. Gale looks particularly tempting tonight. [GALECOMPANION, CAMP_GoblinHunt_State_WyllPartner]

follow-up the next day:

Player: You said you were going to share your bunk with Gale. Lae'zel: So I did. And he wanted only to talk.

astarion

Astarion: By the Hells. Passion. Fun. It's easy for some, of course. You and Gale seem to be getting on very well. I wonder if he uses magic in the bedroom? That could go very well... or very badly.

the pictures here are all from an old gifset of mine.

there is no option for karlach in early access because she, at that point, wasn't a companion, but an npc to a much different set-up with anders the paladin of tyr and his companions.

if you clicked on the bedrolls around the camp fire to select the long rest, the narrator used to say the following:

Narrator: *The buzz of celebration quiets to a soothing hum as you approach your bunk.* *Though you seek repose, you needn't spend the night alone. With whom will you share a bed?* Player: Gale. Narrator: *Your heart skips a beat. What treasures might this night bestow?*

it used to then lead into the actual romance scene of early access.

i'll be talking about in the next ea meta post because it's a longer one as it encapsulates the romance scene itself, but also gale's confession about his backstory, karsus's folly, mystra's and gale's relationship, as well as possible ways to cure gale of his orb.

🖤

[bluestdai]

✦ toys and a doll

noah just wants to play with you and turn you into a muted doll before he fucks you with his cock..

you're on your bed, laying on your back, fully naked. you have no idea what he wants to do, all you know is that he told you to strip, get on the bed and wait for him; and you've been waiting, for a long time now.. staring at the ceiling is driving you crazy cause your brain won't and can't stop thinking about what exactly noah is planning on doing.

"you're ready for me?" he walks to the room with a little smile

"i've been ready for a while now" you sound like you're mad at him for making you wait so long and well, you kinda are.

"be careful there, it's not a good time to act so bratty right now" he says as he walks towards you, holding a box.

"what is that?" this is the first time you're seeing this box.

"we're gonna do something different tonight, i think you'll like it" he runs his hands on your thighs, "now give me your pretty hands, " a few seconds you're in the happy baby pose, your wrists and ankles are tied together -with the rope he got from his box- and your thighs are wide open.

"what are we doing?" you ask noah, you feel like you have a hint of what's about to happen but you're not sure really.

"we're gonna have fun and you're gonna be a good girl for me, okay?" he asks as he runs a finger on your exposed core, you clench your muscles but your legs are so far apart that it doesn't feel like you did anything. you nod yes and watch him open his box. he takes out a few vibrators in different sizes and shapes, a plug and a few other things that you can't see clearly cause he's blocking your view.

"we're gonna use those?" you ask.

"i am.. you just lay there and be my good little doll, no need to do anything. i want to see how good you can be for me" your core gets warmer with every word he speaks. he turns to you and brings a few of those stuff and throws them on the bed.

"look at that, a little impatient aren't you?" he touches your cunt that is now throbbing and plays with your entrance that is leaking.

noah picks one of the smaller vibrators, puts it on medium strength and slowly slids it inside your cunt, you moan the second you feel the vibration on yourself. "right there" he says when he pushes it deep inside you and your cunt swallows the toy, "you're just perfect".

then picks up the plug, puts lube on it and fills your ass with it. you whine as it enters your body, you try to relax your muscles but being tied like this doesn't let you do that.

"you're doing great, relax for me" he caress your inner thighs.

a ball gag is the next things he picks up and puts in your mouth, "god, you look beautiful" he says after fastening the gag around your jaw.

he sits on the bed in front of you and gently caresses your thighs, you're still feeling the vibrator inside you and with every touch you moan involuntary.

noah spits on your cunt and spreads his saliva with his fingers on you, circling your clit and shoving the vibrator deeper inside you with his thumb makes you whine louder and when he stops touching you, you whimper in protest.

"look at you, all of your holes are full. not even one left for my cock and you want more??" he says as he pinches your clit, "this isn't enough? you want more? needy sooo needy" he continues playing with you to get more whines out of you.

"i'll give you more don't worry" he takes out his dick and strokes it a few times, spits on your core again and starts rubbing it with his tip. the warmness of his tip feels so comforting. but he's not planning on comforting you tonight, he picks another vibrator off the bed, puts it on max speed and presses on your swollen clit, you whine and feel like you can't stop. "you sound like a lost puppy, so pretty" he presses the vibrator on your clit even harder.

he rubs his cock on your inner thighs and feeling the its soft skin on your skin makes you dizzy, you need it inside you more than anything.

"i want to fuck your little holes so bad, i really do, but there's nothing left for me" he says as he stretches your cunt with both thumbs. "you think i'll fit here?" he ask you and you nod yes, the vibrator still on your clit and you can barely control your muscles from shaking so fast, "i think you're forgetting how much i have to stretch you to fit inside, and there's already a toy inside.." he pouts and presses the vibrator harder on your clit when he sees your eyes roll back. your toes curl, your legs shake, your vision goes blurry when you reach your orgasm.

"there she is.. my pretty girl" he caresses your face as the vibrator still vibrates inside you.

"want more?" you cant really answer but you know he's gonna give you more.

he puts two fingers inside your cunt and takes out the vibrator, kisses your cunt a few times and spits on it again and in one move his cock is inside you. you feel his balls clapping on your core with his deep thrusts.

he put the vibrator on your clit again and you start whimpering from the overstimulation, your vision goes blurry but this time because tears are forming, a lot of them.

"do you like this more?" he shouldn't be waiting for an answer when there's tears and drool running down your face.

he unties the ball gag and asks you again, "if you don't like it just tell me" and he pounds into you harder, "you can't talk? aww" he thrusts get faster and faster. he pusher your legs -and hands- further away from eachother to force you to make sounds that you've never made before.

your tears won't stop coming and you feel your second orgasm coming, he feels your grip around his cock getting tighter, so he plays takes away the vibrator from your clit, "not before i fill your pretty cunt"

he does what he says he's gonna do, filling you up with his load and then spreading it all over your cunt. he puts the vibrator on your clit -that is covered in a layer of his cum now- and shoves a dildo inside your hole again. you cum immediately and keep crying.

"fucked my sweet baby too dumb? don't cry we're done now" he unties you and messages your wrists and ankles.

"you did so good for me" he wipes sway your tears with his thumb, "you know how pretty you look right now?"

you blush at his words, "there's my pretty baby with her pink cheeks" he caresses your flushed cheeks.

"can we rest a little?" you ask him, your spent body feels like it needs to days worth of sleep.

"of course we can baby, we can lay here as long as you like" he kisses your forehead.

[mcytblrconfessions]

Hi, little hater here from earlier. At no point when writing that out did I think it was misogynistic, but like. Yeah it might have been a little bit. Idk if I would care enough to yap about it if it had been just another guy being added. Maybe I am holding her to higher expectations then I would for a male creator.

I was hoping for other female creators to get in, and maybe since she was the final person announced in the 6 we expected I'm salty cause she 'took' the hypothetical slot that other creators I was hoping for for lifesteal. And that's stupid, and looking back I know that that's stupid. And that's not on Kab, that's on Lifesteal for adding 6 guys and 1 girl, and that's on me for bitching about it in a public place.

I've been watching her for a while now, and I really do want her to succeed. I think some of my hesitancy for her in Lifesteal is the sort of lack of commitment to real storybeats that we saw in the final stretch of s5, and Kab deserves to be in better stories. She's at the top of the artform of mcrp, and so far Lifesteal has not been. I want Lifesteal to do better, and maybe Kab can bring some of that to the server, but like unless they can reach that level idk if its the right place for her. I just don't want to see her on a server that refused to meet the energy level she brings to things.

Idk man. I'm not that pressed about it, just between seasons is the time to yap cause theres no streams to watch to focus on instead, by july 7th I'll be hyped to see her there. I'm sorry about that prior ask. I will be paying Kaboodle the unfair hater tax in the form of a gifted twitch sub tonight.

first off, thank you for the apology.

i dont have any real bias for lifesteal or kaboodle. i started watching lifesteal this week and im not familiar with kaboodle at all. and the reason ive stayed away from pvp focused mcrp is because it's so heavily male dominated especially lifesteal, ive been making jokes that there's a secret no girls allowed rule since ive heard abt it.

this fandom has a long history of not treating women well and when a woman is a fan-favorite she's really only allowed to be 1 of 3 things, a fighter, a girl-boss, or ur soggy poor wet little meow meow. its just not fair to creators to be essentialized and treated as support for their male peers. made to fit into men's stories instead of getting recognized and respected for their own. and smps themselves have horrible ratios, my favorite is hermitcraft but 5(4?) out of 27 is less then 20 percent! that's terrible! there's so many wonderful women ccs out there yet so little space is made for them. 2(3? idk squiddo's gender) out of 31 is the ratio for lifesteal 6. i dont need to point out how bad that is.

so to get an ask with "I just don't think that the vibes are going to be right with her there" put me really on edge. it's putting the fault on her, and it's ignoring that there was a group of lifestealers who already agreed that she was a good fit because she's on the smp! she's on the team! the difference between "the vibes arent going to be right with her there" and "they can't reach her level" is huge. but you know lifesteal better then me. if you say they cant match her energy i believe you! but if it's true, her and lifesteal dont work out because she did put her all in and they didnt that is still completely different from the thesis of your original ask

ive turned off the reblogs of the other post but i hope moving forward we can be more critical and careful with how we treat our women creators. there's already so little space for them in creator spaces let's not push them out of community spaces too.

[artdcnaldson]

beyond ready to match your freak on this, sick and twisted, i luv it >:)

i think this is the night he finally cracks a little... youve been rilling him up for so long at this point, lying to him, ignoring him, purposely making him jealous, hes had enough of this little game. especially when he notices you didnt even bother with panties under your skirt...

so there you two are, in his bedroom once again. his cock is right there, right in front of your face, you can basically smell his musk from where you're sitting. whining at him when he's telling you to beg for big brother’s cock. its so dirty, you really should be disgusted by this, but hes so intoxicating like this. something is different in his eyes from last time you two where sitting like this. theres a desperation in his eyes, like hes begging you to push him into the deep end.

suddenly he's telling you that if you beg real pretty for it, he might let you touch him... oh boy... why did he say that, he'll regret saying that in the morning. but for now he's too occupied with the dirty, depraved prayers slipping from your lips. if patrick could hear them now he would be sick to his stomach, honestly what's wrong with you both??? making his sweet little sister call art her big brother and beg him, on her knees, to let her touch him?? but neither of you are thinking about that at all.

i think, after reveling in your praises, he lets you move closer. tells you to take care of his balls while he jerks himself off :(((( he still wont let you touch him with your hands tho. but maybe he lets you come off the floor, instead he sits against the headboard and lets you lay between his thighs, making such a mess on his sheets. even while lost in pleasure and depravity, art keeps insisting that this doesnt mean that he'll ever fuck you. this is for him, not for you. he doesnt believe you when you tell him youd never tell anyone, youre too much of a slut to keep it to yourself. maybe he'd even rest his pretty cock on your face while youre sucking his balls :(((( makes you beg him to slap your face with it :((( so mean of him!!!

-🐞

GODDDD thank you for matching my freak <3

“Say it and I might let you touch me. If you beg pretty enough— if you’re a good little sister.”

And you know how bad it is when the words slip past your lips for the first time. Know it’s fucked up to fantasize about. But you’re so wet it’s dripping down your thigh where you sit between his legs. Patrick is so far from your mind, reality is a hazy blur around whatever the fuck exists outside of Art’s dorm room.

Because you he was like a brother earlier, just to make him mad, and now he’s making you eat your words. It’s the worst thing he’s ever asked you to do, just the sheer taboo of it all. It’s all fake, you remind yourself, and you want him so bad you’d do anything.

“I want my big brother’s cock.” It makes you shiver, makes your cunt clench around nothing, needy, desperate. You whine, grind against your heel. “Need it so bad. I’m so wet, Art, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He laughs, revealing his teeth as he smiles wide. But there’s nothing warm or sweet about it. Just cold, cruel pleasure. “Yeah? You want big brother to fuck you so bad, huh? You stuff that pussy full of your fingers wanting it.”

You nod, and fuck, he’s so close you feel dizzy with want. Just want to open your mouth, take him into your warm, wet mouth, get him nice and wet.

“Say it again.”

You whine. “I want you so bad. Need big brother’s cock inside of me— wherever you want, Art. Just want to make you feel good. I want to be a good little sister.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Just hearing you say it makes him dizzy. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. He readjusts, sits against his headboard and you whine when he moves away from you.

“C’mere, lay down between my thighs, but no touching.” So you do— obeying easily. Your hands are pinned beneath your stomach, you look up at him with wide eyes, just begging for direction.

He starts jerking off again, so close that you can hear every slick pass of his hand. And you feel so left out, almost want to cry with need.

“Be a good little sister, suck on my balls while I make myself cum.”

He might as well have offered you the whole fucking world on a platter. You don’t give him time to change his mind before your mouth is on him, laving the soft skin of his sack with slow laps of your tongue.

You moan, loud and debauched, because it’s everything you’ve been wanting so bad. It’s the taste of him, salty and heady on your tongue. And the feel of him pulsing in your mouth, twitching and needing release. You grind into the bed, finding a tiny amount of friction in the balled up duvet beneath you.

He groans when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, when he feels your moan vibrate against him, nearly cums on the spot. This is supposed to be fucking degrading, but he can see you grinding your bare, sticky cunt onto his blankets. Your mouth is so hot, so wet— your lashes rest against your cheeks, you look so fucking content between his thighs with his balls in your mouth.

He wonders if there’s anything he could do at all to curb your incessant lust for him. Slapping you hadn’t worked, incidental as it was. Ignoring you only drove you to whore yourself out to other boys. He doubted there was anything on the planet that you wouldn’t do, any way you wouldn’t debase yourself for him.

Jesus Christ. He should tell Patrick. He should come clean, explain how fucking bad things had gotten. It would’ve been better if he’d just fucked you once to begin with, now if he tells Patrick he has to reckon with… this.

“Can’t believe you’re fucking getting off on this,” he mutters, even as he strokes his cock to the sight of you, humping his bed and sucking his balls into your pretty wet mouth. “This is supposed to be for me, not for you. Doesn’t fucking change anything either. I’m not fucking you, not ever.”

He holds his cock over your face, presses it against your nose and forehead. You whine, nuzzle against it like you’re a fucking puppy. It makes his cock pulse, the sheer neediness.

He hears your soft pants, the debauched moans as you grind into the bed. Keeps jerking himself off against your face, bucking his hips, lets his cock glide against your soft skin.

“Beg for your big brother’s cum, honey.” You sob pathetically, hump the bed harder, faster, desperate in your need for release. He slaps his cock against your cheek, makes you whine. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Art,” you whine. “Need it. Need it need it need it.” You mouth at his balls, your moans all choked and strangled as you get closer. It’s so pathetic, so fucking hot he can’t help himself. He cums, making a mess of your hair, of your face.

The sound he makes, the feel of his balls drawing up, pulsing on your tongue, it’s enough to drive you crazy. You cum hard, tears slipping down your cheeks as you pathetically grind against his duvet. You keep lapping at his balls, let his dick get soft, rest flaccid against your face.

He pushes you off after a while, mutters something under his breath about how gross this all is. How fucking desperate and depraved you were.

It pisses you off. You’re the one with his cum drying on your face, in your hair. It’s not like you were the one who was getting off on being called big brother. I mean, you were getting off on calling him that, certainly. But you didn’t bring it up. That was him. He was just as fucking bad as you were.

So you steal his shower, don’t fucking talk to him as you grab your shit. He, chewing on his cuticles as you shove past him, heading for the door.

“Where are you going? It’s, like, two in the morning?”

You laugh. So now he wants to play at being the protective friend? “Fuck you, Art. I’m sleeping in my own room.”

He lets you go, tries to ignore the pang of longing. Whatever. Maybe you finally learned something.

[ganondoodle]

I honestly find it impressive how totk managed to fuck up so bad as a sequel. But truth be told, good gameplay aside, botw already was a whole lot of nothing as far as story and lore were concerned. I just feel like amnesiac Link going out into the world to save some voice is not a good premise, even though botw Zelda has an interesting personality. Idk, I guess botw felt like an experiment that was supposed to pay off in totk, but totk being a disappointment makes botw kind of feel like a waste of time as well

yes and no to that (in my opinion .. just gonna add that to be sure)

what hooked me in botw was less the story that was told and more what was implied, bc it seemed to imply so much, there was so much design that felt intentional- like an introduction to a world with subtle hints towards much much more that would be perfect to dive deeply into in an expansion or second part- just like you said

i personally am a sucker for big environments with enviromental storytelling more than direct dialog in your face- it might be a small detail to some but for me the choice of music, or how little and broken there was really spoke to me (in part bc i am very noise sensitive, id gladly spent hours in botws hyrule field, but id want to get out of twilight princesses hyrule field bc it would get unbearable to me after a while)

but mainly .. it was the world, botw made me feel like no other game has before, it felt so real to me, that this is a world with deep history, most of which unknown, so much mystery and things that existed with no explicit explanation (like man do i love botws dragons ...... and i will not forgive what totk did to them lore wise)-- like with the ancient shiekah especially, they were, or seemed, so drenched in lore you can only guess but yet it felt so intentional, or how calamtiy ganon was this strange being like a force of nature and the gerudo having had no king in so long it was basically forgotten it was ever a thing?? so much to speculate and think about, so much you could do with all those things; you probably didnt aim to get this kind of talk from me but when i talk i talk unfortunately, and botw is my second favorite zelda game (grinding my teeth to dust trying to ignore what totk did to its lore)

if you look at just whats told to you, botw isnt that special either (though at least coherent in itself lol) but its the world and design and mystery that got to me, that i care about so much, care that got almost utterly destroyed by totk bc it made me realize that there .. might have been no intention behind anything, it didnt mean anything actually

its a thing that hurts me so much to know, to think about, that totk cannot be separated from botw, they cheapen each other, people think its just botw+extra, when imo its more like .. botw again but worse, or them saying that botw was jsut a tech demo to the grand game that is totk (i couldnt disagree more to that wtf, totk is more of a tech demo for ultrahand tbh)

i cant even decide whats worse to me, the fact that botw isnt gonna get that deep lore dive in a second part that got me so excited like i never was before after the first trailer, that everything i cared about in it isnt gonna have a follow up ever, the knowledge that there might be no intention and no meaning behind anything in their games, that the next games might be like that too, that its inseperable from totk in the worst way, or that they only damage each other, botw functions better on its own than totk does, but together it worsens both

(i basically just said what you said in long form .. sorry- though i do feel more positively about the amnesia thing in botw, theres tragedy and emotional weight in it and helps immensely to let you and link explore the world like for the first time- plus its a drawback to an otherwise pretty overpowered piece of tech/magic- unlike some other things in a certain other game)

[kit-williams]

Yandere 40K Guilliman is very interesting to me.

Because he’s just trying to find someone sane, someone who doesn’t fall into a religious fervour whenever they see him. Someone who can use common sense, an ability nearly 90% of the imperium seems to have lost.

But when he finds that person, someone who doesn’t immediately start sucking up to him in his presence, who will actually call him by his name, ‘Roboute’…..

Well then they’re his.

There going to be his reprieve, how he takes out all his anger and stress that’s accumulated from seeing the sorry state that the Imperium has become. He’ll release all that pent up aggression by fucking his new paramour unconscious. By taking brief breaks between his endless meetings with them in his lap, taking whatever liberties he wants with them.

There no other course of action. He is the Lord Commander of the Imperium, and if what he needs to handle the problems of the Imperium and lead them to victory is to have this one person stay by his side, then that’s what he’ll get.

It won’t be all bad, his paramour will be treated to an unpredcented life of luxury, all they have to do is ignore the fact they now solely belong to Guilliman and that there is no changing that fact of their new reality.

This is EXACTLY what I was hinting at with mentioning about 40k yandere Guilliman. His playfulness is still in there he wants to woo you like he normally would he's unhappy with how he has to get you by his side but he NEEDS an outlet! He needs someone to fixate on because he's running himself ragged.

He was in hell. As he was trapped in his armor most of the time... stuck with insane people all around him! Anyone who dared have some semblance of a spine around him were far too important for him to sink his teeth into. He was stuck... he was lonely... he was tired...

And then you came along. You were in awe but you kept it in check... you listened to him and unlike the fear and confusion at his more atheistic sentiments you hardly reacted simply replying "You're the God Emperor's son of course you don't worship him. Besides you know better than me." You were being humble and normally this would rouse such a playful response from him like a large cat playing with its meal. But he had no time for this.

You flitted in and out of his life and eventually his mind thinks of you often. Thinking over the words you say to him... thinking over the way you smile at him... the way you laugh; sometimes you even laugh completely unflatteringly much to your embarrassment. You accidentally seal your fate when you see him outside of his armor of Fate and the joy in your eyes as you gasp with delight, "Roboute! You're out of your armor." It was the first time since being allowed to call him Roboute that you used it.

You damned yourself by having your eyes sparkle seeing him out of armor... looking at him like a man...

You whimpered into his mouth as you try to wriggle free suddenly feeling the weight of his focus on you. Those blue eyes of his looking at everything like a mad man. He keeps apologizing as his face rubs against yours... rubs into your skin... you've seen this face a few times when he's pushed to his limit and you try to calm him down... you're crying by now... he keeps apologizing.

He needs this he tells you... he begs to a piece of comfort between your legs... perhaps if you knew what was to follow you wouldn't have been fooled by his just plea for feeling like a man. You might not have agreed to treat him as you have been... perhaps if you rejected his offer you'd still be free... you doubt so... you weren't anyone highly important that should you go missing things would collapse without you.

You're certain if anyone knew about you... they would simply thank you for your service to the Imperium.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

[albino-notes]

Kiss Me Until My Lips Fall Off // Tantu Beats

Description: ☆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ This was not how your Saturday night was supposed to go. Can Joost's friend make it better or is disappointment inevitable? ☆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Pairing: Tantu Beats x f!reader (also Joost x f!reader if you squint real hard)

Word Count: 4.1k

Contents: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, swearing, allusion to smut/heavy makeout session, angst, characters with questionable morals, bad dutch translations, uhh should be everything? let me know if anything is missing

A/N: alright listen.... nobody asked for this, but i deliver anyway. if anyone's thirsting for tantu, you're welcome <3 this has been on my mind FAR too long. uhh enjoy i guess??

The nightclub was a whirlwind of flashing lights, pounding music, and eager partygoers crowding the dance floor, dancing skin to skin. The bass thumped loudly in your ears as you tried to make out the VIP section from where you were standing; Joost and his friends had moved their celebration to the back after the last surge of guests had began swarming in just after the clock had struck two.

Joost was the centre of attention wherever he went, but he especially came alive under bright neon lights. His effervescent personality was exactly what drew you to him in the first place; your acquaintanceship had moved rapidly from a heated kiss at an afterparty of one of his gigs to a steamy make-out session in the bathroom stall of a club, followed by a night of passion at a rave just in the span of a couple of days. Exhaustion or boredom weren’t part of his vocabulary, and neither did he accept no as an answer. Consequently, you soon found yourself entangled in a routine of exhilarating highs and emotional lows that you couldn’t break out of.

This night was no different. When someone like Joost told you to put on your tightest dress and highest heels and wait for a chauffeur to bring you to the other side of the town as everyone else prepared to go to bed, there wasn’t any room for an ambiguous answer. And once you got to experience this kind of nightlife, with that same chauffeur taking you back to Joost’s lavish penthouse apartment at the end of the night, at the prospect of mind-blowing sex until your body ached with exhaustion and pleasure, you had no intention to so much as consider saying no to him ever again. After all, what was your life without him, miles away from home and with a tenner to your name?

Pushing through the long line to the ladies room you could now hear a commotion in the back where your group was. Usually, Joost preferred to lay low on nights out, even the clinking of glasses sometimes loud enough to get a scolding from him. That was unless he got the wrong substances mixed up, which meant that it was only a matter of time before the concrete foundation underneath your feet would turn into one big minefield, destroying everything in his wake.

Any thought of having a smoke and getting some fresh air had vanished from your mind as you watched as the situation came to a head. All that was on your mind now was that you needed to get to Joost before the champagne bucket in his hand could turn into a weapon.

As you got closer to the brouhaha, you noticed his sharp and uncoordinated movements, his body flooded by a torrent of nervous energy as he let one champagne flute after the other crash to the floor and shatter into a thousand glittering fragments. His friends hovered around him, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration about his erratic behaviour. Their pleading eyes were begging you to do intervene.

You took a step forward, a piece of glass pulverising underneath the red soles of your heels. His attention quickly turned to you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, the redness around his irises clashing against the icy blue.

“Joost, can we talk?” You asked, just loud enough for him to hear.

“What is it now?” He snapped, his voice raised significantly from yours. He ran his fingers through his white-blonde hair, its roots damp with sweat. His friends exchanged uneasy glances among each other; their concern palpable in the now tense atmosphere that hung over the lounge.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for possible devastating consequences of what you now attempted to do. “Come on, we should dip,” you spoke in the softest tone you could manage. “You’ve had too much. You’re out of control.”

He laughed maniacally. “Why? We’re all having fun, aren’t we?”

“Joost,” you said, this time more sternly. You attempted to put a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly shook you off. “Nobody’s having fun anymore, can’t you see that? Come on, let’s just all go home and sober up.”

“God, you’re always such a buzzkill,” he spat, attempting to mimic your gestures. “Why don’t you go back to doing what you do best, huh? Shut your mouth and spread your legs?”

You stood there, rooted to the spot. The stinging barb of his venomous words were hanging heavy in the air between you as Joost’s laughter echoed bitterly in the chaos of the nightclub, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

The expression in his friends’ eyes changed abruptly. Teun, who was standing right behind Joost, was now motioning for you to back off. You knew Joost wouldn’t come to his senses anytime soon, but the pain of his statement also cut deep. He didn’t only hurt you; he had also managed to humiliate you in front of all his friends. You weren’t ready to back down now.

“Cut the bullshit, Joost. You’re acting like a fucking child right now.”

Suddenly, without warning, Joost grabbed a nearby bottle of champagne from the table. His movements were quick and reckless, the bottle slipping from his grasp and shattering on the floor, just inches from where you were standing. With tears welling up, not least thanks to the shock of the glass shards almost splitting your foot in half, you turned and fled the club, leaving the dancing lights and pulsating music behind.

The cool night air hit your face as you stumbled outside, instantly drying up your damp eyes. There were a handful of people leaning against the wall and having a smoke, all giving you strange looks as you tried to maintain your last ounce of composure. You didn’t know where to go, but you knew you couldn’t stay here.

“Y/N, wait up!” A voice called from behind. You turned to see Teun jogging to catch up with you. He looked unusually pale, the orange hue of the streetlamp above his head casting an eerie glow on his worried expression.

“What?” You asked, irritated by his presence, or perhaps just by everything that had happened this evening altogether.

“Are you okay?”

You exhaled sharply. “Are you seriously going to ask me that right now?” You asked, shaking your head in disbelief. “Do I look okay to you?”

He looked to the floor ashamedly. “Of course not. I’m sorry.”

A moment of silence hung between you. After the initial anger subsided, you had to admit you felt strangely comforted by his presence; though it wasn’t much, it had been the nicest gesture you had been offered all night.

“Do you need a place to stay?” Teun asked before awkwardly clearing his throat. “We, uh, we could go back to mine.”

You closed your eyes, the prospect of a warm bed away from the chaos inside the club suddenly making your lids feel heavy. Just then, you realised how exhausted you were, and how your toes were starting to contort inside the narrow toe caps of your Louboutins.

You nodded, and Teun’s face softened. “Okay, let’s go.”

The walk back to Teun’s apartment was short and silent. Goosebumps formed on your arms as you stepped inside, the warm and cosy studio apartment a welcome change from the freezing air outside. Teun led you to the couch, where you kicked off your heels and flexed your sore toes. The relief was immediate, and you let out a soft sigh.

“Here, you can change into these,” Teun said, handing you a black T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before plopping down on the bed with a tired sigh, crossing his legs.

“Bathroom shouldn’t be hard to find,” he chuckled, given that there was only one door in the entire apartment apart from the front door. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet you can use.”

You nodded, flashing him a weak smile of gratitude as you took the clothes from him and tiptoed to the bathroom. You startled at the sight of the dark circles under your eyes, the harsh lighting from the wall sconce above the mirror only adding to the effect. You quickly scrubbed the plaque off your teeth, then you washed the smudged mascara off your face. The T-shirt Teun had given you was about the same length as the dress you just slipped out of, so you didn’t bother putting on the shorts before walking back to the bedroom.

Tantu hadn’t moved from his position on the bed, his cheeks now tinted with a soft pink as he saw you. “Looks like I won’t be needing these,” you said, holding up the shorts and forcing a laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Teun gave you a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head. “You can take the bed, I’ll, uh, sleep on the couch.”

“Tantu, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll probably pass out as soon as my head touches these pillows, I think we can share a bed tonight.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. “If you’re sure, then okay.”

You climbed into the bed, scooting over until your back hit the wall. You raised the sheets to your neck, feeling the warmth envelope you. Teun hesitated for a moment before he got up and walked back to his wardrobe, changing into a fresh T-shirt. The view of his abs made your breath hitch. He turned his attention back to you.

“I usually sleep in my boxers, do you mi-“

“It’s fine, Tantu. Your house, your rules.”

A smile tugged at his mouth as he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, kicking them off with ease. You had never given any of Joost’s friends a second look, but as he stood there in his boxers, the tightness of the fabric drawing a clear outline of his bulge, you felt your cheeks flush with sudden warmth.

You quickly averted your gaze as he settled in beside you, maintaining a respectful distance. Lying beside him, you found yourself relaxing for the first time that night. “Thank you for letting me crash here,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned to face him. He did the same, a dark blonde curl hanging over his forehead.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “I’m sorry for what happened tonight. Joost, he can be … a lot at times.”

You let out a stifled laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

Teun tugged at the blanket to cover himself, in turn leaving your back exposed, sending a shiver down your spine from the sudden change in temperature. You shifted closer to him, your faces now inches apart. You could hear him swallow hard, his gaze fixed on you. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded, but the deep inhales and exhales did little to calm your rapidly beating heart as he continued to study you intently. You bent your legs, trying to relax the stiff posture you had unwittingly adopted. In doing so, your legs touched, and your stomach tightened immediately.

He chuckled silently. “You’re still cold. Come here,” he said, extending his arm for you to lay your head on. You didn’t need to hear that twice, closing the already small gap between you and burying your head in his T-shirt, taking in his scent that was a mix of cologne and laundry detergent. You hesitantly brought your arm to his chest, feeling his ribcage rise and fall with his steady breathing. His head was resting above yours, his lips touching the top of your head ever so slightly. Lying in this position, it didn’t take long for the rest of your body to feel as warm as your cheeks did.

Once you were both in a comfortable position, with your leg slumped over his, he reached for the light switch, the room now only illuminated by the moon and the streetlamp on the street below. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night.” You let your heavy body sink into the mattress, but despite all attempts, you couldn’t fall asleep. It couldn’t have been from lack of comfort, with Teun’s hand resting on the small of your back, your breathing synchronised, and most definitely couldn’t have come from lack of fatigue either, given that this was the third night in a row you had been out partying.

Yet every time you closed your eyes, your mind replayed the events of that night. Any hopes of making Joost see that you were more than just a good lay now down the drain, as it had become painfully evident that his mind couldn’t be changed, no matter the circumstances. Teun on the other hand had fallen asleep quickly, but the placement of his hand – a gesture meant to be soothing – had also contributed to your restless state. Every now and then, as if it were muscle memory, he would draw soft circles on your exposed skin, making you shiver ever so slightly. It had taken months to get acquainted with Joost’s body, but it only took you a few moments to completely melt under Teun’s touch.

“Tantu?” You whispered. You removed your head from the crook of his neck, taking in Teun’s soft features as he snored silently next to you. The moon shone perfectly on his face, casting gentle shadows that accentuated the peaceful expression he wore in his sleep. You removed your hand from this chest and started tracing his face, your fingers gliding over his soft skin down to the slight stubble on his jaw.

“What are you doing?” Teun laughed drowsily.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but didn’t dare removing your hand. Instead, it lingered on his chin, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. His eyes promptly fluttered open, locking into yours.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?” His gaze was steady, studying your face. You felt the heat rising between you, an electric charge that made the air thick.

“Everything. Nothing,” you replied. Your fingers trailed down his neck, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. His skin was warm, smooth, and you could feel his breath quicken as your hand moved lower, tracing the outline of his collarbone.

Teun’s hand slid up your back, pulling you closer. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head again, your breath catching as his hand found the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. “No,” you breathed, leaning in until your lips were just a whisper away from his.

“Are you sure? We c- “

“Ssh,” you whispered, hearing him swallow hard, “don’t overthink it.”

Time seemed to stand still, the only sound to be heard was the soft rustling of the sheets and the pounding of your heart. You closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a teasing, tentative kiss. As you pulled apart, Teun’s eyes were fixed on your lips.

He propped himself up by the elbows, one hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face and softly caressing your cheek before finally resting it behind your ear, bringing your face closer before bridging the gap of your lips again – this time in a deep, hungry kiss.

Your head sank back into the pillow as he hovered over you. His lips were soft, as was his touch as his hands slowly trailed to your neck, caressing the exposed skin. It took you a moment to get adjusted, but soon your hands started roaming his body, eventually finding the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up until his chest was exposed. Teun only broke the kiss for a quick second to pull the shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours again, now making their agonisingly slow way down to your neck.

Your hands trailed up his neck and into his hair, playfully tugging at some loose curls, eliciting a soft moan from him as he continued working on your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking the delicate skin just underneath your jaw, surely leaving some purple marks in the process. You sank your head back to your chest, your lips reconnecting with his as you quickly flipped him over so he sat up straight, propped up by the bed frame. You straddled his waist, his hands placed firmly on the back of your thighs to support you, but they soon found their way underneath your shirt and up to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You gasped in surprise, feeling Teun smile against your lips.

Not least due to the rising heat you and Teun’s bodies exuded, you reached for the hem of your own shirt, pulling it off in a swift motion. Just as your lips started craving his again, you felt his gaze on you, stopping you in your tracks. “See something you like?” You asked, chuckling softly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed before reconnecting his lips with yours and tightening the grip around your waist. Your hands wandered to his, your thumb gently stroking the back of your hand before you took his hands in yours and guided them to your chest. Teun took the hint, sensually massaging your breasts before twirling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, sending spikes of electricity through each and every one of your nerve tracts.

You moaned softly against his lips all the while bucking your hips against his growing bulge, your own panties now dampening at the growing arousal bubbling inside you. Teun’s breathing picked up as the friction increased, just the confirmation you needed to push him back into the pillow, climbing down from his lap and starting to palm him through his boxers.

“Fuck,” he whispered at your touch, his hand snaking up your back and into your hair, stroking and gently pulling on some strands. You removed your hand, Teun squirming at the loss of stimulation, and hovered over him before you started trailing little wet kisses on his torso starting from his collarbones, earning a soft grunt from Teun. Your fingers tentatively hooked inside the waistband of his boxers, looking up to him for confirmation. Teun was watching you through his lashes, his swollen lips slightly parted. All he could manage was a weak nod.

Suddenly, as you pressed one more kiss on his happy trail, his phone started vibrating on his nightstand. The loud sound tore you from your thoughts; you sighed as you leaned back, sitting down on your heels.

You chuckled. “What kind of idiot is calling your phone in the middle of the night?”

 Teun leaned over to grab his phone, his expression darkening as he read the caller ID. He shot you an apologetic look, not giving you any time to process before he accepted the call, moving to sit up in the bed.

“Joost? Wat is er aan de hand?” (Joost? What’s wrong?)

Your blood froze in your veins at the sound of his name. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself as you sat against the wall, pulling the sheets over your body.

“Ze is bij mij. Ik heb haar aangeboden om bij mij te blijven.“ (She's with me. I offered her to stay at mine.)

You hadn’t spent enough time with Joost – at least not things that involved much conversing – to pick up any Dutch, but you had a strong inkling about what the two might have been talking about.

“Sorry man, ze slaapt al. Je moet her haar zelf vertellen als ze wakker wordt.“ (Sorry man, she’s asleep. You should tell her yourself when she wakes up.)

His back was turned to you, and as curious as you were, it was impossible to see the look on his face. He didn’t dare looking back at you as he continued to talk to his friend.

“Ik weet het… ik moet gaan, welterusten. Probeer wat te slapen.“ (I know that… I gotta go, good night. Try to get some sleep.)

He quickly ended the call, but the room remained silent for a few painfully long seconds. Teun opened his mouth to speak, but all that left his mouth was a heavy sigh.

You were the first one to speak, not bearing any more awkward silence when just moments before you were all over each other. “So that’s it, huh?”

He shook his head, hunched over the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I think this was a bad idea.”

“Was it, though? Didn’t seem like that just a minute ago before he called.”

“But that’s precisely the problem, Y/N,” Teun muttered, “you’re with Joost. This should’ve never happened.”

“Am I though?” You exhaled sharply. “If anything, I’m his property. Hell, you heard the man. I’m good at exactly two things: shutting my mouth and-“

“That’s bullshit,” he interrupted you. “And he didn’t mean that either. He’s not the devil you make him out to be.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He clicked his tongue. “I know him. He was an absolute dick tonight, but that doesn’t justify sleeping with his girl.”

Your body was frozen in place, leaving you completely immobilized. In an instant, the events of the whole evening rushed over you like a torrent, overwhelming as a broken dam flooding an entire town. Anger surged through your veins, just like when Joost had started shattering the champagne flutes – only this time, it wasn’t glass that shattered, but your spirit. “That bro code shit you’re pulling right now is ridiculous, Tantu. Tell me, does it also say something about protecting your friends who publicly shame their girl, insult them, and even put them in danger because of their reckless fucking behaviour?”

Teun let out another sigh, rubbing his forehead. “I think that’s a conversation between you and Joost,” he murmured. “You’re welcome to crash here, but I think it’s for the best if I take the couch now.”

There was a moment of silence between you again; just as Teun stood up, you spoke again. “You’re a fucking coward, Teun. Do you know that?”

He turned around, dropping his shoulders and shooting you a defeated look. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You ripped the blanket from your body, paying no mind to your exposed chest as you stormed into the bathroom, your eyes brimmed with tears. Slamming the door shut behind you, you leaned over the sink, trying to steady your breathing. The events of the night replayed in your mind in an endless loop, each moment of humiliation and betrayal only cutting deeper.

You splashed cold water on your face, hoping to wash away the sting of tears and the ache in your chest. You started at your reflection in the mirror, hoping to ground yourself, but all you saw was desperation, a person with no future and no clue at all where to go next. One thing was sure, though: you weren’t safe here. You weren’t safe anywhere in this city that had broken your soul.

You squeezed back into the dress you had discarded on the floor earlier and walked back into Teun’s bedroom where you collected your bag and shoes. He looked up as you entered, guilt etched on his face. “Please stay. We can talk about this in the morning.”

You didn’t pay any attention to him; all you wanted to do was leave. Surely there was a plan B, or rather plan C, waiting for you somewhere. There had to be.

“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, following you to the front door. “You can’t leave now. Where will you even go?”

You didn’t respond, your gaze fixed on the floor. A part of you wanted to lash out at him, make him feel as small as everyone had made you tonight. But another part of you knew that this night had already unravelled far beyond anyone’s control. There was no use fighting anymore, your destiny was already set in stone.

You turned around one last time, your heavy eyes locking with his. “I'll figure something out. I always do."

As you walked away from the apartment complex, despite not having any plans for the future, you knew you had made the right decision. It was time to find your own path again – find yourself again – far away from the bright lights, with the promise to never let anyone treat you like this ever again.

[windywriter]

The Demon and what it symbolizes is so fascinating. While their offer of eternal feasts and revelry are promising, it has been shown time and time again that all mortal creatures will eventually bend towards ruin.

It's first shown with the nightmares and how while the scholar first made it so that he only saw happy dreams, eventually those dreams slowly turned to nightmares as the human appetite for self destruction far out paces its taste for happiness

And eventually it is straight up said: humans will always desire destruction in the end

And while this is true. I think there are two ways of looking at this. First is at face value. Humans are nothing more than scared children, still clawing their ways out of their caves and into the cruel and inhospitable world. And in repayment for that unkindness they will take everything and anything they can down with them. Basically humans are evil at their core.

The second view however, takes a look at what lead to such wanton distruction. To me at least, one of the constants that lead humanity towards self destruction was an overfulfillment of their wants and needs. For example, the only reason the researcher began to see nightmares was because he had only seen good dreams. And also, for the ancient civilization it fell into ruin after the winged lion had fulfilled every wish they had.

Basically what I'm saying is in the absence of consequence humans will eventually begin to search for those consequences whether they know it or not. We are neither above nor below reality, we are merely apart of it. Nothing more nothing less.

A real life example of this could be the ultra rich and how tend to be so cruel and callous to others despite coming from immense privilege.

Ambition untempred by wisdom will always lead to ruin.

Ideals not based in reality will always be doomed by it. No matter how high they soar. And this feeds back into the main theme of dungeon meshi being "eating is the privilege of the living".

In order to truly succeed we must take the good and the bad.

Though of course both view points can exist at the same time. The nature of humanity at its core is contradictory and ever changing. I wonder if that's why the demon saw them as such a tasty treat.

[violenteconomics]

First year gang but it’s an au where they’re ghostbusters

anything 4 u, baby. (gonna be real with you, though, i have never seen a single ghostbusters movie, so some of this is just based off of preliminary research, lol)

okay, so it's a TWST event based on that one old mickey mouse short "the haunted house" and the actual "the haunted mansion" ride at disneyland. there's this old, decrepit house on school property that used to be its own dorm -- we're just gonna call it "skaladare". however, after an undisclosed accident nearly a century ago where all the dorm members died simultaneously, it shut down and is now the most dangerous place to be on all of campus. for this reason, demolition companies don't want to go anywhere NEAR this thing, so it's just been chilling in its pocket dimension for a while.

you can see where this is going.

the first-years originally think they're just going into skaladare to get the cinders cloak that used to belong to the old housewarden, which has great magical properties -- which is partially true, if nothing else. that idea degrades over time, though, as crowley gives them ghostbusting outfits, magestone equipment (proton packs, containment units, etc.), and even gives grim a funny pair of ecto goggles. ("you probably won't get in any real danger, but i'll give you all this stuff anyway because i'm just so darn kind---")

(the housewarden of skaladare, named gale roths (a pun on the term "gale rots"), is twisted from the grim reaper from the mickey mouse short, btw.)

as soon as they get there, the door closes in on them and they're locked inside. luckily, they're met with the ghost of a former skaladare first-year named gabriel hauntings (for... obvious reasons), twisted from the ghost host from the haunted mansion ride. he's pretty friendly as far as most undead go, though (if extremely sassy and sarcastic, but i guess being stuck with nothing to do but crossword puzzles will do that to you).

gabriel can't remember how he died, but everyone else does. and he can tell you that everyone has been extremely aggressive after they woke up as ghosts, so the first-years better watch their backs. after a bit of threatening by epel and manhandling by sebek (which everyone is deeply confused by, because he's supposed to incorporeal, sebek is there something you want to tell us--), gabriel agrees to guide them through the mansion to the housewarden's bedroom, where the cinders cloak is.

they fight through a bunch of skeletons and ghosts, and as they continue through the halls, talking to old paintings on the walls and random scraps of memories gabriel regains, they slowly piece together the story behind skaladare's mass extinction.

as it turns out, skaladare used to be the worst-ranked dorm in the whole school -- in grades, definitely, but also in the fact that the dorm was literally falling apart, and no matter how much housewarden roths begged for repairs, the headmage at the time (who i'm just going to assume isn't crowley) refused to spend money on what the entire school saw as a lost cause.

skaladare lost every spelldrive match they were ever apart of, they were cut out of school-wide field trips, the teachers looked down on skaladare first-years the moment they stepped into the classroom, and getting sorted into skaladare was basically a death sentence (*hint hint*, *wink wink*)

being the housewarden of this awful place was already bad. combine that with the housewarden's already ongoing issues (we're just going to assume they're similar to riddle's), and he overblotted in no time at all. except this time, there was nobody who could stop him -- and he wound up killing every single person in skaladare. the reason gabriel doesn't remember any of this is because he was sleeping when this happened, which is why he describes the process of becoming a ghost as "waking up".

blah blah blah, the first-years have to deal with another overblot, can you believe it? except this time, gabriel is going to battle with us after hanging back this whole time (yes, he can get a card, too). and at the end, gabriel and gale and everybody else can move on to the afterlife. gale gives the first-years the cinders cloak, the freshmen and gabriel have a tearful goodbye, and they leave up into the great unknown after one last twistune.

even if this is a twst event and those are usually pretty goofy, let's say that this ending has our freshmen thinking about how this school and their own dorms might actually kill them one day.

as for cards, i'm gonna give jack and sebek the ssr cards ('cause let's be real, they deserve it at this point), deuce and epel can get the sr cards, and (i'm so sorry) ace and ortho get the r cards. and since gabriel is our event guest, he also gets an ssr card.

[whereserpentswalk]

Choose an unknowable being to summon to carry out your will.

1: a massive demon in black armor. He is a being of fire, and can go from pleasantly warm to hot enough to kill anything he touches. Though he is by nature a being that takes human souls, thousands of years of life experience have made him into a man of honer, he speaks softly, and tries to avoid sadism when possible.

2: a young spirit of advertisements and technology. Perhaps it is truly new, perhaps it is a nature spirit corrupted into something new. Either way it's very excited to have its first true master, and while it's not very strong, it's powerful in the ways of mind control and manipulation.

3: a goblin whose found herself indebted to a wizard. She appears as a skinny humanoid, with long limbs, sharp teeth and red eyes, and is capable of sustaining herself on inorganic material. She's kind of feral, but craves attention, especially from you.

4: a fallen angel whose found themself in a really bad place in the multiverse. They look almost like a doll or a machine but with radiant wings and a broken halo. They're still very upset about what happened to them, and tend to cry a lot.

5: a golem who was banished from Atlantis before it fell into the ocean. One of the only options her from earth. It tends to be stoic and wordless due to something it did in the long past, and when she does talk to you she perfers short statments. Also the most loyal option here, and may be her fully of her own will.

6: a raven spirit who takes many forms and has been known by many names. They're a trickster by nature, and they'd be very excited to carry out any plans that she finds amusing. Though be warned, they have a quick tounge, and may want you to do a few favors for him.

7: a vampire whose been bound to a forgotten god through a failed pact. She looks somewhat human, but there's always something unnatural about her, and her mouth can open far wider than a humans can. She was turned into a vampire some time in the early modern era, and tends to wear men's clothing from that era. She can be a bit quiet and introverted, but she's actually quite nice, and probably wants to best for most humans.

8: an eldrich knight from a long destroyed dimension. They're bound to their armor from the neck down, and can't eat or sleep. They seem to enjoy hurting people, though there's a very high chance that they become protective of you after awhile.

9: an undying werewolf bound to oppose tyranny in every era. If your goals align with her's there's a good chance she'll become very loyal and protective twords you. But if she deems you a force of evil she is able to leave you. She's also very physically affectionate.

10: faerie prince who was banished from his kingdom due to [redacted]. He's very nice and charming, though he doesn't understand human laws or morals in the slightest. Though he does have a few important rules he's bound to, most notably he's no longer allowed to kill anyone directly, though he's creative enough to find ways to harm them in more interesting ways.

11: a failed wizard who now exists as a ghost indebted to a god of death. They know what they've done, and they're entirely at peace with what's happened to them. They'll likely start out feeling inferior to you, and it's up to you if you encourage those emotions.

12: the Cat King [⚠️do not summon the Cat King⚠️].

Reblog the summon the creature. Like to give it a small gift.

We are not responsible for any interdimension incidents, bodily transformations, or sexual/romantic relationships that may occur.

[deusvervewrites]

Genome AU:

I like this au a lot and have been rotating it in my head for a bit now. specifically how the whole clone project gets revealed - in one of the asks, you mention that AFO/the doctor likely aren't actively scheming with it in mind, and given that it was canned approximately 10-15 years ago by the time canon rolls around and only a few clones were kept, the fact that the clone kids are then old enough to possibly be in UA would probably have not occurred to them.

But. while the project may not be on their minds, it most definitely had to have some sort of records of it taking place. the first thought that i had was that maybe the doctor kept notes/records of the process, along with files for specific clones, their "parents," where they were kept, and possibly even when or why they were dropped.

If those files didn't exist, whether due not being made in the first place or being lost/destroyed, there would most likely be suspicious holes in the clone kid's paperwork, or at least an absence of any record of former/possible parents. If i remember correctly, some of the nomu project was done inside/connected to the AFO orphanages - so if that was discovered, and the investigators noticed the link between the UA students who came from them and their lack of early life records, then a DNA test could be ordered and reveal their odd parentage. The whole "clone" thing would be more of a running theory than a definitively proven fact, but oh well.

Okay so im still thinking about this. Basically a continuation from my last ask about this. back to the clone project records - for this reveal to even come about, there would have to be a further investigation into the nomus/the doctor's work specifically, rather than just the broader lov. Im not sure if there were any given dates/approximate timeframes for the nomu project in canon, and i don't know for sure if the doctors work had any appearances in vigilantes that would date the creation of nomus/similar things to being active earlier than in the main series, but from what i can remember about the reaction to the USJ is that nomus and similar don't seem to have been encountered and thus recorded before its appearance at the USJ. (it also doesnt seem like people react to the idea of bioengineered weapons made from the corpses of missing people as like. a main concern and it was kind of brushed off in favor of focusing on shigaraki, which i get that he is far more important in the long run but was the entire task force really like "eh, whatever" about the fucked up frakenstein things???) take this with a grain of salt bc i havent reread this specific part in a while. But in this au, the doctor's work clearly goes back pretty damn far. they were advanced enough to make viable clones from multiple sources of DNA, and while the project was technically a failure, there would have been a lot more research into the mixing of quirks that could be repurposed for the nomu project, which would then have at least 10-15 years before canon to develop, possibly even more if it was running next to the original clone project while the latter was winding down in its last years. So. My thought was that if the project had far more time to develop, then the nomus used in canon would likely be far more powerful by the time the heros catch on to their existence, possibly matching the high-end nomus. Because of this, they'd be even more of a problem than in canon. The investigating heros would then dedicate a second team to focus on the origin of the nomus, eventually clueing them in to its predecessor in the clone project. Okay last ask bc i should sleep. still connected to my previous two but mercifully shorter. my bad for occasionally dropping huge asks onto your blog sometimes i have more thoughts than i thought i had. Anyways i think it would be fucked up if one of the clone kids was put onto the investigation team that dug up the files.

We do know that the Noumu specifically were canonically a recent development because the main antagonist of Vigilantes was the thing AFO tried before moving on to the Noumu project (specifically because of how Vigilantes played out for him), but I'm not sure whether that's the case here. (And, yes, Kurogiri was already around in Vigilantes)

The Noumu being stronger makes sense, considering what I have cooked up with the few clones that AFO kept, and they've also adapted the Noumu technology back to the clones for implanting new Quirks, so it all ties together for Garaki.

Finding records about that makes sense

[klownedmilk]

The smell of copper

Warning lol this is me cringe posting about Frostkettle

Uhhhh. Vague desc of blood warning. Doomed Yuri fr

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You have just killed the girl you love.

There is this unimaginable guilt that wracks your body as you wait by her side. It feels like the first time you ever had a panic attack. But you don't have those anymore. You're grown, you know how to breathe through it. Its just the smell of corpses wafting up your nose and choking you. It's just the corpses. It's just the blood. The distinct copper smell. Like the family tea kettle. It's just copper.

There's no doubt in your heart that she'll come back. He promised you forever with her. It's right at your fingertips yet you can't feel the warmth of glory. You can't hear the beating drums of success. Why can't you hear her heart? She should be back by now. She should be clutching on to you and thanking you. She should be back.

You hold your head to her chest. Maybe she's just...taking a few minutes more. Lucy was always one to lag behind. Especially in the forest... she'd take her time. She always said it was to examine the flowers. You love Lucy, she cared too much. She was too busy with the ethical options, that's what you liked about her. She was your canary, your red alert, she always stopped you when you went too far.

But she didn't stop you here. Some part of her- must've agreed? Right? Lucy wouldn't hide things from you. You're best friends.

She's your best friend. You love her. She knows that right? Even in her last moments, she knew right? You told her it... Often. You think you did. You hope you did. But you can't remember The last time you did. When's the last time you told her you loved her?

You feel your necklace Press against your bloodied uniform. The Ritual looks much different when you're willing to give up your life. You tried to get her to give it up as well. You tried to make her see reason. But by the end of it. All of you had to take drastic measures, and Lucy put up a good fight. You could barely managed to keep focused on her through the volley of spells and counter spells.

Your knife grazed her half of the necklace. When you snuck up on her. And stabbed her in the heart. It felt a little bit too on the nose to stab her in the back. You find that almost comedic. This was good for her, you knew this would be good for her! It's the way to beat the bad kids, to be successful, you have been trying your entire life to succeed. To be a hero. And you were so considerate letting her and the others come with you.

You squeeze the dirt. And move your hands up to squeeze her sweater. Waiting for something. Her blood and the dirt mix together to create a copper color. And you feel so guilty for staining her ivory turtleneck.

You did this so you wouldn't be alone in your successes, sharing it with an ego maniac like Porter. He's just a means to an end.

She's supposed to be your end.

She's supposed to be in your end.

When you and her were kids. She would wrap her hands around yours, behind the school building. You would just sit and cry together, with the few minutes you had between classes. It's hard to be a halfling in a school dominated by people who are bigger and scarier than you, who mock you for your appearance, who mock you for your family name. You thought the family kettle was cool, so you brought it to show the people you wanted to be your friends. And by the end of the day it ended up with four different dents.

You were so angry. You were so hurt. She made it better. You know she made it better so why isn't she making it better now? Why isn't she back already? You yell at her. By this point you're begging. Sobbing over her body. You can see Jace looming like the coward he is right behind a tree in front of you. You scream at him. Telling him to go away.

You think on some level. Jace thinks of you as what he was, a failure, it's no secret that he has no confidence in himself without the other. You're gripping onto Lucy and Ruben, by this time has already been walked away by the others. The last of them to leave you alone? Is Jace surprisingly. It's hesitant you can tell, by the way his footsteps pause. But it's not long before he hurries off.

Maybe it's out of some twisted form of respect for your grieving. You don't even know. At what point did it set in? The smell of copper, the taste of copper, the color, the feeling. The fading warmth of your favorite cup of tea, a fire put out, burning passion that's faded. Lucy Frost blade will never see her next birthday.

She can't make it better this time.

She's dead.

It's been hours.

You've ruined it. You don't get to have the ending you wanted.

You'll get the ending you deserve.

Whatever it takes.

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

either people with DID need to stop being so relatable or I need to go to the doctor

[gomacave]

5p yuuram bloood twww

[alternautxyz]

uuhhh in other new that lmk s5 trailer dropped and people are very

mixed

for context the new season is being partly animated by wildbrain i think. flying bark is still working on the show but probably due to all the other projects they've been working on like the atla movie the animation is off.

its understandable that people are upset. lmk has some of the most consistently dynamic and lively animation ive ever seen, and going from that to ok animation kinda sucks. as a culmination of a lot of what the series has been building up to people were inevitably going to be disappointed

at the same time people shouldnt harass animators. like ever. no amount of trying to petition or anything will change the s5, people are just trying to do their job and theres no probably no major changing to the finished product by now. and theres still a lot of that lmk charm in there, and we haven't even seen the whole season yet to judge it. flying bark is still working on it, and even if the animation never reaches the peak of the old seasons it still has the same writers so at least the writing has the chance to live up old standards. idk though we'll just have to wait and see