#but at the same time no it can’t be because yes the fandom’s cool but also it’s not SUPER active. not enough to hook me usually.

[scribesynnox]

Lego monkie kid has me hooked and I could not tell you why

[deadghosy]

Do you know about the Welcome Home fandom? So what about Wally Darling!Reader?

HAZBIN HOTEL X WALLY DARLING! READER

prompt: you are a greeter of the hazbin hotel! Who knew a muppet looking demon could be so colorful.

You are so soft spoken! Like that soft voice you have can hypnotize anyone into doing anything.

“hello, welcome to the hazbin hotel. i’m your greeter.” You say with a “:D” face

You’re so colorful and you’re definitely shorter than Lucifer…i can see Lucifer picking you up like a damn doll at times as you just smile with your muppet ass smile.

You’re just TOO DAMN CUTEEE! 🦆💗 literally even husk grumbles and gives you apples by the bar for you to stop giving him those doe eyes you give him when you are needy for apples.

I feel because of your muppet look, it would bring attention to yourself as a muppets looking demon is quite rare around the pentagram city, or even hell itself as Lucifer and Charlie have a muppet or Marionette look. 

Literally you are friends with Lucifer because of it and he finds your muppet look adorable. Even with your 3 ft height. (Yes I looked up his height and damn he short as hell!😭)

You are just chilling after greeting some new sinners in the hotel as you read the news paper, Lucifer comes out of no where. Dead ass reads the newspaper trying to understand your likes and dislikes.

“Lu-Lu?” You said softly as Lucifer awkwardly smiles and does finger guns at you. “Oh what a coincidence? What are you doing here..?” He says awkwardly as he sweatdrops at his attempt to start a conversation with you. “I live here?” You said raising a brow sitting down the newspaper.

“Oh I do too! What a very crazy thing?!” He says pointing his finger at himself as he poofs away in embarrassment as you just sat there…..*cue in pure confusion*

Alastor would not hate you because you are colorful, lemme be realistic. You two would be mutuals. Not like “oh I hate you but you are cool” type shit. I mean you two are the people who wave at each other but never approach each other because you don’t know if they like you fr. 🥲

One time a sinner had shoulder bumped you on purpose thinking you wasn’t gonna do anything…BUT NAH! YOU GRABBED THAT MF BY HIS NECK AS A SHADOW COVERS YOUR FACE, only leaving your eyes showing as you kick they ass out. You ain’t dealin' with no bullshit at this establishment. And for your friend’s sake.

Angel likes to play with makeup with your face since it’s calling out for his makeup kit. Literally he does blue eyeshadow on you.

I headcannon you wear blue eyeshadow just like how Wally’s eyelid is blue up there. Dead ass it would be cute if it was just blue eye shadow and you had a natural blush on your cheeks. You are quite beautiful reader💗😘

Since Angel is a drag queen, he would also try to make you wear drag queen makeup only for you to sneeze at how much product he used…yeah he never used it on your face.

You’re beautiful natural anyway…just don’t sneeze in his face. Ever again.

You definitely look like you listen to 1970-80’s jazz music as you dance in the lobby with Alastor nodding along happy. Just two jazz buddies liking jazz.

I can imagine Charlie trying to hold you back from eating the fruit gift basket for the guests…you’re only aiming for the damn apples as your mouth was drooling for it.

Imagine Vox has you on his channel because he brided you with apples. He stalked you through your tv you had that has rainbows and apples on it-

Well anyways Alastor “recused” you because you just sat there “begging” to be saved is what he saved when you munched on an apple confused by why Alastor came to take you away from Vox.

If you and Lucifer hung out doing hobbies together, which he suggested. You’re panting a portrait as he makes a duck based off of you….he can’t help but show affection of making you a duck version of yourself.

Niffty and you definitely get along well as hell! As you two have the same fashion taste as you both will dance to the genre of music you guys like.

With you being the greeter, you always have a soft smile and a soft approach to make the guest and residents feel safe in the hotel.

Sir Pentious will absolutely admire you…like a friend crush. He just wants to be your friend but you are too pure to approach as he thinks he won’t be cool enough to be your friend.

Imagine Valentino seeing you shopping and he tried to approach you only for a red smoke to cover you as you blinked confused to see an overprotective Lucifer smiling at you as you had teleported to the hotel. But with Lucifer, you could see his real feelings as you felt confused.

After a few months you and Pentious became friends because of one of his egg boiz named Frank said his “boss” wants to be friends with you. You giggled and nodded as you and sir Pentious do trust exercises together when Charlie host them.

Husk had dilated eyes and purr at you because you scratched under his chin which made him snap out of his cat daze and slap your hand as you giggle with a soft gaze.

I headcannon Velvette to be your girl who makes your outfits in primary colors. Like that or just cute aesthetic kid core fits. 💗‼️

I can see how reader always gives balloons to sinners who had trouble reliving their childhood. So they give balloons out to the sinners who had childhood trauma. You are a greeter, and a hell of a good one. 🦆💗

Imagine how Wally! Reader has those safety pins that say “Welcome!” And it’s so cute because you made them a t hand and Lucifer saw his you had effort in it so he made you more to give out to the guests.

I feel like Valentino will try to get you under his contract so he can use your pretty look since you seem like a femboy….but really you’re just a little guy who likes apples and his friends.

YOU’RE ONLY 12 APPLES TALL! 😨

But the hazbin crew literally cockblock him to the point he just stops doing he was trying to do to you.

I can see Lucifer trying to impress you at times as he never has a friend that had a cute appearance like you so your blank eye stare always catches him off as you just stand there smiling so adorably.

I headcannon waking up to find an apple by your night stand as a note reads “hope you like the apple, my angel!”- Lu-Lu. You just blinked at the apple completely ignoring the note and eating the apple as you smile at the taste.

“…yummy apppleee….” You say until you open your eyes looking at the note. “Wait what.”

You had gave Lucifer back an apple basket with rubber ducks that had painted apples not it for your appreciation of the apples he gave you 

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

37 Minutes [pre-outbreak!Joel x f!reader]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/f!reader

Tags/warnings: Cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, (kind of) forced orgasm, squirting, PiV sex.

Summary: You wake up one morning needing Joel, and he comes as soon as you let him know that. And while his life may be busy, he takes the time to thoroughly satisfy you.

Words: 2,092

A/N: This is inspired by this post by @swiftispunk. It came across my dash around Easter and it's been living rent-free in my head since then. Finally had time to write it. Enjoy!

It’s just one of those mornings when you wake up with that itch that your own hand or your box of toys can’t do anything about.

Getting out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt, you grab your phone and go out to the kitchen to put the coffee on. You send Joel a text, short and to the point: Got time?

He calls you immediately. You smile as you press the green receiver.

”That was fast.”

”You read my mind,” he tells you in a muffled voice. ”I woke up thinking about you.”

”Then come over. And you could’ve texted me that.”

”Texting takes twice as long, I ain’t got time. See you in fifteen.”

You barely get to finish your coffee before you hear Joel’s truck on your driveway, and you’re not even by the front door when he knocks on it. As soon as you open the door, he’s through it, arms around your waist, lips on yours. He’s in a hurry, you can tell, but you love these hurried meetings, if only because he wants you so much. You love being wanted this much, this hard, this desperately.

He tastes of coffee, same as you, and a little sweat on his upper lip. It’s early, but the temperature is already in the mid-eighties. Your AC is keeping your home nice and cool, though.

You shove the door close and wrap your arms around Joel's neck, kissing him back and groaning when his hands slide down to your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pushes you up against him. He is already stiff, and you wonder if he’s been so during his entire drive here.

"Don't have long," he lets you know between the kisses. "Gotta get to a building site across town in an hour, and - "

"Then make it count," you cut him off, and Joel reacts immediately, grabbing the hem of your t-shirt, and pulling the garment off of you. He presses his lips on yours again, hands on your tits as he walks you backwards to the bedroom. The kiss breaks only for as long as it takes him to get rid of his own clothes before he pushes you down on the bed. He immediately kneels before you and pulls down your panties before leaning in to kiss your cunt. You sigh out the first little hint of pleasure, but that sigh turns into a moan as Joel wastes no time teasing you. His tongue, quick and agile, starts to work your clit.

“Joel…!” you keen, legs opening wide to give him better access between your thick thighs. He’s sloppy and loud, but not aimless in his endeavor. His hands travel up your thighs to your belly, then to your breasts, where he rolls your nipples between forefingers and thumbs. You buck against him, keening to encourage him to go on, take hold of his hands and push them against your tits to make him grab them. He hums against your clit, looking up and grinning at your enthusiasm. How he can smile and have his tongue do that to you at the same time is beyond you, but you do not dwell on it as Joel puts it into a higher gear. Tongue on your clit, he pushes you quickly towards your peak, and when the pleasure turns more intense, you start to grind against him, your fingers plaiting with his and holding on, head thrown back to your Yes, yes, yesyesyes! until his tongue takes you over the edge. Your legs twitch as you try to catch your breath, but Joel doesn’t give you much of a respite.

“’nother one, beautiful,” he murmurs, licking his lips and letting go of your hands. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”

He attacks your clit again, licking, pushing, and prodding. Your hips buck up but are immediately locked down to the mattress by one of his strong arms placed across your lower abdomen. Your pussy clenches when you feel his fingertips at your opening. The second after, he slides two fingers inside you, his tongue and lips still on your clit as he finds that magical spot on your front wall. You shout out, back arching off the mattress, hands digging into the sheets as he massages that spot.

“God, Joel, oh God, don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck!”

He’s breathing heavily against your folds, but his tongue doesn’t stop, and his fingers are insisting on drawing a second orgasm from you. It’s almost too much, but you woke up wanting him, needing him, so you let your mind go blank and surrender, your moans turning more and more breathless the further you go. When you come, there is no sound, only a momentary stiffness in your entire body before you fall apart. You’re trembling all over, but Joel still goes on licking you. Your clit is on fire, your pussy is clenching, but goddamn him, he doesn’t stop.

“Joel,” you cry out, “stop, I can’t, I need a rest!”

“One more,” he tells you gasps, letting your clit be for just a moment. “I know you can, baby, be good for me now, gimme one more.”

You shake your head and press your thighs together, trying to crawl away, but Joel exhales sharply and grabs your waist.

“Just stay where you are, sweetheart, it’ll be over soon.”

He pries open your legs again, and this time he plants his mouth on your clit, and sucks. Your upper back shoots up from the bed but Joel already has his arms around your thighs, holding them open, locking his head firmly between them. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, shooting through your entire body, and you’re desperately trying to hold onto his head, the sheets, yourself, anything to relieve the force with which he’s sucking your overstimulated clit. But Joel doesn’t budge, and when you start to kick, he gets up onto the bed and lifts your lower body up into the air. Never once does his lips leave your clit, and you feel his scorching, labored breath on you, but nothing else suggests that he’s having any trouble lifting half of your heavy body off the bed. You kick, and he growls, finally letting go, but only to grab he backs of your thighs and bend you double. Your swollen pussy is obscenely on display, and you don’t get to ask him to wait before he slots his lips over your clit again.

You’re helplessly trapped, bent double and held in place by Joel’s strong builder’s hands, moaning and cursing until the pressure becomes too much. You hear a splash, Joel who hums and slurps, and you laugh without knowing why. Warm liquid is running down between your ass cheeks, and Joel latches back onto your clit, this time gulping the wet before getting a hold.

The third orgasm finally tears through you, and Joel releases you to tremble before him. You want to close your legs, but your hamstrings are so intensely stretched that you have to roll over onto your side to press your thighs together. Your clit is throbbing painfully, the skin around your pussy is grated raw by Joel’s facial hair, but he’s already nudging you to return onto your back.

“You did great, darlin’,” he praises you thickly, his tongue stiff after its service. “Just lemme grab a rubber, and I’ll fuck you good, okay?”

You whimper in return and blink your eyes open. Joel’s face, blurry at the edges, is somewhere above you, smiling at you before disappearing out of sight. You can dimly see the ceiling fan rotations, but truth is you can barely see at all, so you rub at your eyes before drawing your fingers through your hair.

Joel returns next to you, and you dimly hear the rustle of the condom wrapper. He takes his place between your legs, opening them gently.

“Be a good girl for me, or I’ll eat you out again,” he asks you sweetly, and you know you won’t survive that, so you let your knees fall to the sides, even if your hips are getting tense.

He slides into you slowly but surely, one inch after the other until he’s fully sheathed. Bending over to kiss you, his tongue slow now, he gives you a moment to adjust before he straightens his back, takes you by the waist, and starts to pump into you. It’s fast and shallow, and he gets breathless quickly, huffing out each quick breath before sucking in new air in time with his thrusts. You don’t even know if you’re breathing at all anymore, but you’re catching up with him now, and raise your hips slightly to meet his thrusts. He growls and comes down onto his forearms, getting in deeper. You embrace him, pull him down and into you, guide his head right next to yours where he hides his face in your neck as you pant your encouragement into his ear. You kiss, bite, and suck his neck, scratch your nails down his back, and slap his ass.

“Harder, Joel, harder, I need it harder!”

He snarls, his head snaps up from your neck as he gulps air into his lungs. His arms curl around your head as he picks up the pace. His cock is so deep, so hard, filling your pussy to the brink of annihilation it seems, and he doesn’t stop, he just goes on and on fucking you, his body slick with sweat that rubs off on you, his breaths growing increasingly audible for each thrust.

“Fuck!” he finally grunts before pulling out. “Roll over, baby.”

You obey, getting on all fours, and are immediately shoved down onto your chest as he slams into you. Hands on your hips, he goes hard and fast, groaning now as he breaths, one hand scrambling for a grip on your lower back without finding. His cock keeps assaulting your pussy, you are in heaven, and you still keep asking him to go harder. He pushes you down, hands pressing into your lower back as he goes on fucking you, reaching impossibly deeper each time, until you’re screaming and have to muffle yourself by pushing your face down into the sheets. Joel swears, his hips start to move erratically, and then he drives himself deep inside and stays there as he roars, pushing even deeper.

He slumps down next to you, panting like after a marathon. You turn your head to better breathe, but you can’t turn move your legs. Joel lies next to you, eyes closed, mouth open as he draws shallow breath after shallow breath, skin glistening with sweat. You want to say something but have to lick your lips several times before you can form words.

“Fuck, but you’re good.”

He blinks, and slowly turns his head towards you.

“What?”

“You’re so fucking good at this.”

“Am I?”

His cluelessness is adorable.

“Yes, you are, Joel!”

“I don’t know…” He makes a move that resembles a shrug. “I just enjoy you.”

Like this is just any ordinary fuck. You smile widely, a new kind of warmth spreading inside you. Joel just is that kind of humble person.

He now draws a deep breath, sighs it out, and then sits up. He leans over you to kiss your back, shoulder, neck, and finally mouth.

“I gotta go.”

“Sure.”

He leaves the bed, throwing a glance at the bedside clock radio.

“37 minutes. That’s a new record.”

“Jesus Christ.”

You hear the rustle of clothes and manage to roll over onto your back. Everything hurts so good, and you’re grateful you don’t have work today.

Joel sighs. “You look so fucking pretty, baby.”

You hum, smiling at him. As he picks up his t-shirt, you remember something. 

”Put it on the right way.”

“Huh?”

“You had your t-shirt on backwards and inside out when you got here,” you giggle. “Make sure it’s the right way now.”

“But then Tommy will notice, and he’ll know where I’ve been,” Joel points out pragmatically, still putting the t-shirt on the right way. It immediately gets dark spots in the front.

“I think he’ll know either way,” you yawn. Joel returns to bed for one last kiss.

“Fuck, I wanna stay.”

“I want that too.” You cup his cheek to keep his lips on yours for a moment longer.

“Mmm…” he hums into your mouth. “See you this weekend?”

“Absolutely.”

He presses one last kiss on your mouth before leaving you to your boneless rest.

[emeraldcity1900]

the history of animation in a nutshell

Early 1900s: hey what if comic strips could like move?

Late 1910s early 1920s hey what if we mashed this up with live action people?

late 1920s: hey what if this thing had sound?

Early to mid 1930s: hey what if this had people actually talking and also color?

late 1930s: hey you know that super cool movie that one lady animated with paper cut out silhouettes? What if we did that with painted cells? Would people even pay to see that? Never mind it turns out the answer is yes.

1940s: ah shit most of our animators got drafted and/or hate us now cause we weren’t paying them. IT’S PROPAGANDA TIME BABY. Also haha hitler got hit with a mallet and also the most racist depictions of Japanese people ever.

1950s to 1960s : oh what’s this newfangled thing? Television? What if you could air cartoons on it? Oh fuck no I ain’t paying that much to get the charecters to have different backgrounds and for the charecters to like, move fluidly. Also manga and anime are steadily growing more popular.

1970s: (Ralph Bakshi walks into a comics store and finds a furry comic) X rated animated movie? *cue the screams of mothers and their unsuspecting children now being introduced to the revolutionary idea that cartoons don’t equal kids stuff? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

1980s to 1990s: we can have full on animated Broadway musicals? Wait, what do you mean animated movies can count for the Oscar’s? What do you mean now they get their own catagory because the academy still thinks their for babies? Anime and manga are taking off in the west. SWEET JESUS WHAT DRUGS ARE THE JAPANESE ON SHOWING THIS SHIT TO KIDS. But also why is it so fucking good. Maybe some of these aren’t even meant for kids? Wait We can sell toys to kids with cartoons? Wait we can actually put effort into these cartoons on television? The fuck to you mean we can animate in 3D now? What do you mean we can have well animated, well written sitcom shows like the simpsons? What do you mean you can make cartoon charecters say fuck? What drugs are creators at Nickelodeon on? Do I even want to know?

2000s: oh my god, there is this one show that I really like cause it’s really well written and genuinely funny but I can’t talk about it because it’s animated and we all know cartoons are for babies right? Oh look it’s the transformers movie, look how far CGI has evolved so we can make the transformers in a movie.

2010s: holy shit I know these shows are for kids but they’re just well written and have so much meaningful things to say about the world. Wait, it’s cool to like cartoons now? They they have fandoms for this? Fuck yeah I’m in. (Enters one of the most notoriously toxic fandoms of all time) THEY HAVE GAY PEOPLE IN THESE SHOWS NOW? AND COMPLEX EMOTIONAL STORYTELLING? AND ADULT ANIMATED SHOWS CAN BE MORE THAN JUST SITCOMS WITH THE SAME JOKES AND STYLE? WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DISNEY CARTOON SINCE GRAVITY FALLS INCLUDE THINGS THAT GET MORE AND MORE FUCKED UP? WHY DO I FUCKING LOVE IT? WHY THE FUCK DID DISNEY DO THE OWL HOUSE DIRTY LIKE THAT?

2020s: I got this show I wanna pitch but it dosen’t fit into any box that the networks want and also I’m afraid that they’ll just randomly cancel it before I can finish the story I want to tell. Wait, I can just post the pilot on my YouTube channel, see if anybody actually likes this thing I made and just make the show independently? FUCK THE NETWORK! I AM THE NETWORK

[inbarfink]

So when I wrote down that Big Undertale Meta Post about how Sans probably doesn’t remember RESETs at all and why that’s cool - I got a lot of responses to the tune of ‘that’s probably canon but I’m still gonna enjoy Sans Remember fics because of the angst’. And, well... first I want to emphasize that those are very good and correct responses! Like ‘I acknowledge might or might not be in the text but I am also gonna explore alternative ideas Because I Enjoy Them’ is a Good Damn Position to have! Transformative Fandom is Transformative on purpose! Engage with the text and it’s various analyses but don’t let it chain your creativity or fun!

It’s just that… all of the people saying that they prefer Sans Remembering ‘for the Angst’ make me think that maybe folks are kinda ignoring the incredible angst potential of Sans NOT remembering.

My original post focused on how cool it is that Sans manages to be so on-top-of-things even though he doesn’t remember anything - but let’s not ignore the fact that this situation is also grim as shit.

Through some mysterious super-science or whatever, Sans has managed to discover that his timeline is being RESET and altered constantly (before the Player came along, Flowey had already managed to basically 100% the entire Underground) and he has no memory of what's going on and what exactly is being altered. 

He knows he might’ve gone through the same day over and over and over again thousand times but he’s simply not aware of it. It’s all the helplessness and lack of forward momentum of a classic timeloop and none of the benefits of memorizing occurrences or acquiring extra information. That’s exactly the thing that drove him into his depressive spiral.

That line always strikes me. It’s like… Sans suspects that without the meddling of capricious immortal time gods, he’d be a much happier and motivated person. But he doesn’t know for sure, because he can’t remember how he was in some distant ‘original timeline’. He is essentially fighting to avenge a version of himself that might not even be real.

Like, yes, it is very impressive and badass how well Sans trained himself to notice every tiny little hint that might indicate that a RESET happened - but it’s impressive because the deck is stacked so heavily against him. And it is very impressive and badass how Sans managed to turn his weaknesses into strengths during his Boss Battle - but it’s impressive because these are usually huge weaknesses. Trying to work to solve a timeloop that you can only infer is going on through context clues is quite a hopeless and desperate mission!

Another bit in the Sans fight that I often think about is his unique reaction if you kill him and then RESET to Fight him again.

With how skilled he is at reading expressions, Sans probably knows what that ‘weird expression’ means, he knows the Player killed him once before and is here to try again. And yet he still goes along with the same attack plan he has, the one he knows killed him in that previous timeline. Why? Because he doesn’t know where the flaw in his plan was exactly, he can’t even begin to guess. So he has no choice but to go along with the plan he knows did kill him, because that’s the only thing he has. 

You know, the thing about Sans, is that he always plays his cards very close to his chest. It’s very hard to tell what exactly he’s thinking. That’s probably why so many people do believe he remembers RESET. If any non-Flowey character remembered RESETs, only Sans would be remotely able to hide it so well. But for me? It makes me wonder how much of his Troll who Knows Too Much persona is a bit of an act as well. 

You know, Sans’ deduction requires some keen observational skills - does he ever second-guess his conclusions? Living on constant high-alert that something has been reversed or that someone knows something they shouldn’t requires fostering a lot of paranoia, and that can’t be healthy for him. Is he ever overcome with doubt on whatever something was really an indication of a timeline RESET or not? How does he feel when he realizes something horrible happened on a previous timeline (for example, his brother dying) but he doesn’t know about the context to feel sure that he can stop it from happening again? 

I also think about it in terms of his relationship to Papyrus in general. Sans tends to hide so many things from Papyrus, especially in timelines where the Player is particularly kill-happy...

In part it’s about his perception that Papyrus’ kindness and pacifism is born from naïveté and thus the only way to preserve it is to hide the cruelty and harshness of the world from him (Undyne also does that). But also, with the paranoia and helplessness Sans lives in every day - is it any wonder that he might believe that ignorance is bliss?

I do truly think it’s beautiful how fandom can experiment with cool non-canon ideas! There are probably so many great emotional angsty ideas tied up to Sans remembering RESETs! I just feel it’ll be a shame if people ignore just how dire and depressing Sans’ canon situation also is!

[thecheshirerat]

On TAZ-

Wow that sounds like I’m about to summarize some sort of discourse but I promise I’m not. I guess I’ll say that I really like this show and I will keep listening even if my worst fears come to pass, so keep that in mind!

For reference, I started listening near the end of Amnesty.

I’ve noticed, with the past few arcs- really since Ethersea- the narratives have just… not been fulfilling their promises, so to speak. They’ve been placing a lot of guns that don’t go off. What I mean by that is, the characters are great. Excellent, really. Lady Godwin? HELL YES. Emerich Dreadway? Fuck yeah! And so on! And the settings and premises have been epic- the goofiness and also horrifying nature of Engrave, the mad and thrilling world of Steeplechase- these things are COOL AS FUCK.

and then the actual narratives keep flopping?

And honestly, I notice it most in the endings, because you can really tell when an ending doesn’t land. You feel the sense of disappointment. But with vs. Dracula, for example, I could kinda see leading up to it that the ending couldn’t really BE anything special, because they lowkey didn’t set themselves up for it.

They spent the campaign fucking around in Engrave, finding clues and solving problems and not really experiencing any particularly meaningful character arcs or growth or, idk, forming relationships? So there wasn’t much to pay off, I’m not gonna lie!

Of course it doesn’t feel quite as dissatisfying when you’re in the thick of it, because they’re funny and the stuff is cool and- oh hey! Lady Godwin’s been turned into a werehorse against her will?? that’s got some real potential for a LOT of allegories and exploration of some fun character development! And then it’s kinda played as a joke. And then they do that again and again.

And they actually said that that was a move they made intentionally, in the TTAZZ. I’m not quoting them perfectly here, this is from memory, but I do remember them mentioning that they wanted lighthearted comedy without the burden of real life story stuff. And I get that, honestly, but… it’s not the choice I would’ve made. I do think you can keep a lighthearted tone while also, idk, forming relationships and wholesomely engaging with some amount of emotion. And sometimes going way too deep is funny as a tone shift!

But I digress. One thing that’s also popped out to me is the almost complete lack of any kind of romantic storyline or even references. This becomes obvious if you’re in a fandom because everyone is always dying to ship SOMEONE, and you can tell when people are really getting desperate. I don’t blame them for not wanting to roleplay romance with their family, and I do think stories lacking romance are COOL and SHOULD BE ENCOURAGED!

However if you can’t find ANYBODY to ship together… that may mean you just don’t have character bonds. The growing popularity of the PC polycule is interesting to me; I wonder if it’s partially because

a) none of the pcs have significant relationships outside of their party and

b) even within the party, there doesn’t seem to be much chemistry between any given pair of characters…? I hope I’m making my point well here- the PCs all seem equally close and have more or less the same relationship to all of their compatriots with little distinction, meaning, essentially, no shipping fodder that doesn’t involve just all of ‘em.

Either way, it makes me wonder if I can blame the “Graduation has too many NPCs!” critique. They really stopped giving the parties tag-along main NPCs after graduation, with the exception of maybe.. Urchin? Kodira? Shlabethany? Poppy? and even they get relatively little “screen” time. Steeplechase has great NPCs, I love them to death, but none of the PCs seem to ever have one on one conversations with NPCs or each other that do not explicitly focus on the plot. And I think that’s part of why the characters feel so underdeveloped despite having spent a lot of time with them- because in this character-driven genre, we get very little insight into their feelings or motivations or even their rudimentary backstories.

I started watching Fantasy High recently and it made me realize a couple things about TAZ.

1) Recently, TAZ has sooo few core NPCs, and it’s weird that the characters aren’t doing more one-on-one purely character based scenes. And that makes it really tough to develop them.

2) TAZ is- and I should have realized this before- one of many good dnd podcasts. They’re probably looking for a niche they can master.

And it sounds like they’re trying to get back to that old “Here there be Gerblins!” energy. They’ve referenced it so many times in recent TTAZZes- they wanted to be job-focused, allowing story stuff to happen organically, so they tried a more open world vibe with Ethersea. They wanted to be less afraid to kill stuff, so they tried playing criminals (and were still afraid to kill stuff). They wanted to be silly and light on character, as they tackled with taz vs dracula. Now they’re trying to bring in the silly cartoon vibe with Abnimals. I think they’re trying to make that family-friendly, funny and goofy show their niche. Something other actual plays can’t be better at them at.

And honestly it kinda makes me sad, that they keep trying to go back to Balance while ignoring everything they learned during it. Because I loved Dust. Because I loved Amnesty. Because I loved Ethersea. I loved these past arcs! But they keep doing their brilliant characters dirty for some reason!!! And i don’t know why!!!!

You know that meme about people who ask questions in movies and then the person responds “Have you ever been to a movie before? You watch them and the information is revealed.” There have been so many times in TAZ recently where information has Not been revealed and if they keep doing it the audience will stop bothering to suspend their disbelief, because the trust just isn’t there.

What is Montrose’s deal? What on earth was Carmine Denton’s whole thing? Tell me more about Zoox’s feelings, about Devo’s past, about Amber’s future. Show me how Lady Godwin feels about the body horror that is her life- like, seriously! WHY DID WE HAVE TO COMPLETELY DISMISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO DISCUSS GENERATIONAL TRAUMA IN MUTT’S LIFE FOR A JOKE??

Do you remember in Steeplechase where the boys were getting medical attention or something- i don’t remember, but they were all in one room and only talking about The Plot. And Poppy literally banged on the door (speaking for both Justin and me, tbh) and was like “does anyone want to share any feeeeelings??” and they were like NOPE! and they moved on!!

like. cmon. you can’t just put a character like montrose out there and then leave them severely underdeveloped to the point that what would be interesting in proper context, with audience insight, becomes confusing and chaotic.

I just wish they would take their stories as seriously as we do.

It feels to me like they don’t believe in themselves, and it makes me sad. Maybe they didn’t get the response they wanted from Ethersea and so they’ve been trying to pivot, hoping to recapture whatever it was that earned them a loyal audience.

Again, I love them. They’re so funny and I’ll keep listening until the day they stop making this show, and when it happens I’ll cry.

But i KNOW they have more in them. Remember the “we’ll grow gills” monologue from Justin in the Prologues? Remember Travis’s SOLID acting with Devo? Or his awesome choice to give Lyndon/Beef a clearly delineated work/irl identity? His excellent narration and prose? Remember when Montrose described being lonely?! Remember all those moments where Shit Got Real and you cared??? The nanofather said some dope shit! dracula and victor and sweater dracula had such a wild dynamic! Clint’s acting in Dust 2- I can’t remember the characters name right now- was ASTOUNDING, I genuinely didn’t know he had that in him and it blew me away!

I’m not referencing Balance on purpose, both because the fandom is way to hung up on it and because I want to prove that you don’t even have to look at Balance, or even Post-Balance arcs, to see this kind of good cool stuff!

GAAAAAAAGHHHH!!! I want them to have fun. But also. We’re starving out here.

[mirnightghost]

I finished-

Ughhh

Okay, let me first say important things that are more likely to be addressed to the fandom, and then thoughts. love thoughts.

So~

I didn’t spend enough time with the characters, so I can’t choose clothes for them, let alone mugs SO if you have mug/pyjama ideas I would love to hear them "Pajamas? Mir, are you five?" Pajamas are cool. Everyone who disagrees is just not cool enough-

Btw, it's tea, not coffee. Yeah, because I said so

That's it, important information is over, then just another wall of text

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I liked the process, but I don't like the result... Yes guys, drawing people is still torture- In the end, you sit and fight with a sketch for three hours... but each attempt increases the skill ⚔

(oh yes, and I'm also an idiot and decided to take the color of his scar through a pipette. And draw another scar with the same color. And it doesn't work like that.)

I like to draw them. It's so...unusual. 'Cause I usually spend five years in a fandom with no fanart because I'm physically sick-

BUT HERE? I DON'T FEEL BAD-

I consider it a success

Before that, I drew sketches without painting, and here is a new level (but this is because the skin tone is easy to select, since cartoons are very simple in this regard)

Yes, I still don't like the result, but it won't be the best if I give up. Thanks to everyone who supports my art in general! And a special thanks to my partner, without whom I would not have got out of the abyss of thoughts to take the stylus pen.

[moonselune]

how would the BG3 Bachelors + Raphael would react to a gn/male!tiefling tav who wants the crown of karsus for themself?

bonus if you make the tav a wizard/druid/both (because mine is a druid-wizard lol). Anyway,your writing is AMAZING! ty for providing for the BG3 fandom :3!

Omg i love love love this and thank you so much ! I live to serve this community lmao if it could be my full time job that would be my dream xox

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

The campfire crackled softly in the quiet night, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the adventurers gathered around it. The air was cool, and a light breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest. You sat opposite your lover Gale, a wizard with dreams as grand and ambitious as your own. How unfortunate.

The evening had started with a peaceful conversation about the challenges and victories of the day, but as the night deepened, a more contentious topic emerged: the coveted Crown of Karsus. You had been discussing the crown with an intensity that Gale could not ignore, his curiosity piqued by your growing fixation.

“So you want the crown for yourself?” he asked, finally realising what your passion for the topic really meant, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were in this together.”

You leaned back, the firelight dancing across your crimson skin, revealing a serious expression. “Yes, I want it for myself. The crown’s power is immense, and it’s not something to be casually handed over. I’ve worked too hard to let it slip through my fingers.”

Gale’s shock turned to anger as he stood up abruptly, the warmth of the fire unable to temper his growing ire. “You can’t be serious! I’ve been pursuing the crown with the same passion, and now you tell me you intend to claim it all for yourself? After everything we’ve been through?”

You stood as well, your own anger rising in response. “It’s not just about what we’ve been through, Gale. It’s about what we’re capable of achieving. The crown’s power could change everything, you can't expect me to just stand idly by.”

Gale’s eyes flashed with hurt and betrayal. “So what’s become of our partnership, then? Was it merely a means to an end for you? Are you prepared to throw away everything we’ve built together for your own ambitions?”

"Are you?"

Silence.

Gale couldn't answer that question because he knew his answer would be the same as yours. Your ambition mirrored his, it was afterall what had drawn him to you.

The tension between you grew palpable, each of you were evidently not going to back down. In a moment of clarity amid the heated argument, you took a deep breath, realizing the need for a resolution that would preserve both your relationship and your ambitions.

“Alright, Gale,” you said, your voice steadying as you reached for a small, ceremonial dagger from your belt and Gale couldn't help but flinch - you weren't going to kill him for it, were you?. “I understand your anger, and I acknowledge my ambition. But we need to establish a pact, a vow that will bind us together in this quest, regardless of who ultimately claims the crown.”

Gale looked at you, his posture relaxed slightly now he was no longer in fear for his life,k his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. “What sort of vow?”

You met his gaze firmly, drawing a deep breath. “A binding vow. If either of us secures the crown, we will share the power equally. We’ll use it to achieve our goals together, not as rivals but as partners, lovers eternal. Our ambitions are great, but they shouldn’t come at the cost of what we have.”

Gale considered your words, his anger slowly giving way to contemplation. After a tense pause, he nodded, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “Alright. I agree. But this vow must be genuine. We need to ensure our promises are honored.”

You nodded, taking the dagger and drawing a small cut on your palm. Gale did the same, and the two of you clasped hands over the flames, the blood mingling as a symbol of your pledge.

“We vow to share the power of the Crown of Karsus equally,” you intoned solemnly, your voice carrying the weight of the promise as the magic of the vow coursed through you both. “No matter who obtains it, we will use its power for our shared goals, not for personal gain alone.”

Gale repeated the vow, his voice steady and resolute. The ritual completed, the tension between you seemed to ease, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The campfire’s warmth now felt more welcoming, you both settled back down and you drew Gale into your embrace, murmering against his temple.

"I'm sorry my love, for not telling you of my ambition sooner." You whispered to him as you reached out to heal his hand. Gale sighed slightly but leant into you.

"Don't be, I should have known a mind as great as yours would have desired it too," Gale spoke softly looking into the flames of the fire, "At least now it ensured we will be together, and that, is all I want."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp as you and your lover Astarion settled in for the night. The fire crackled warmly, the dancing flames providing a comforting contrast to the cold night air. You were enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, reflecting on the day’s events.

Astarion, lounged nearby, his pale skin illuminated by the firelight. He was deep in thought, his eyes occasionally glancing at you with an expression that oscillated between curiosity and wariness. It was like he could sense the turmoil brewing inside of you.

You had been considering the future and the ultimate prize that lay before you: the Crown of Karsus. With a deliberate pause, you decided it was time to share your thoughts with Astarion.

“Astarion,” you began, your voice steady, “there’s something we need to discuss. I’ve been thinking about the Crown of Karsus, and I’ve come to a decision. I want it for myself.”

Astarion’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise and irritation. “You want the Crown of Karsus for yourself? After all this time, you’ve been so adamant about the corrupt power it holds, and now you claim it solely for your own ambitions?”

You nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor, you had expected this. “Yes, I believe it’s the right path for me. The power it offers is unmatched, and it’s something I feel I must seize.”

Astarion’s irritation deepened, his fangs flashing slightly as he spoke. “And what of our plans, then? You’ve always disapproved of my ambition to become the Vampire Ascendant, and now you’re going to pursue your own grandiose scheme without regard for our partnership? For me?”

You felt a pang of discomfort at his words but remained resolute. “It’s not about that. I simply believe that the Crown’s power is necessary to me.”

Astarion stood, his elegant frame tensing with frustration. “I see. And I suppose you’ll just leave me to my own devices, as if my desires and aspirations mean nothing compared to your grand quest?”

You stood as well, facing him with a mixture of regret and determination. “It’s not like that, Astarion. We’ve both pursued our ambitions, and it’s clear that the Crown is my path. But I haven’t forgotten what you want, or how much it means to you. With that power I can keep you safe, you could walk in the sun, you would never have to be afraid again.”

Astarion’s gaze was sharp, but a glimmer of curiosity showed in his eyes as your words softened him. “What do you propose, then? A mere promise of power when you obtain the crown? Ha! I don't think so.”

You took a deep breath, realizing that a compromise was necessary to bridge the gap between your desires and Astarion’s. “I swear to you, Astarion, that when I obtain the Crown of Karsus, I will use its power to imbue you with all the strength and power you could ever dream of. We will both achieve our goals, just in different ways.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, assessing the sincerity of your promise. "I'm not stupid sweetheart, if you are seeking the crown for yourself then I will become the vampire ascendent.”

You nodded firmly, a sense of resolve settling over you. “Yes. I swear it. When I have the crown, I will ensure that you have the power you seek. We’ll find a way to make it work, together.”

Astarion’s gaze softened only slightly, but his posture remained taut, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “So, you’re saying that if you achieve your goal with the Crown of Karsus, you will assist me in becoming the Vampire Ascendant. Is that your final offer?”

You nodded, your resolve steady but your heart heavy with the weight of the compromise. “Yes, Astarion. If you help me secure the Crown, I will ensure that you become the Vampire Ascendant. You will have the power you desire, and I will have the Crown’s power to shape our future.”

Astarion’s lips curled into a smile that was both mischievous and satisfied. “Well, isn’t this a turn of events? I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be so generous. Or so willing to negotiate.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, despite the uneasy feeling that lingered. “We both want power and control over our destinies. This is a way for us to achieve our goals together, without stepping on each other’s ambitions.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with an intense, almost feverish excitement. “Ah, the possibilities! Imagine the thrill of wielding such power.” He paced around the fire, his excitement palpable. “Think of it, my dear. The chaos we could sow, the power we could amass. I’ll have the strength to rival even the greatest of our kind. And you—well, you’ll be in a position to reshape the world as you see fit. It’s a tantalizing prospect, wouldn’t you say?”

You watched his enthusiasm with a mix of relief and trepidation. The idea of Astarion becoming the Vampire Ascendant was daunting, but the prospect of achieving your own goal with him by your side felt like a path worth pursuing. “Yes, it’s a formidable prospect. But remember, Astarion, this isn’t just about power. We need to be cautious and strategic. We can’t let ambition blind us to the potential consequences.”

Astarion’s grin widened, and he approached you with a predatory grace. “Oh, I assure you, I’m more than aware of the stakes. But this is precisely why I’m so thrilled. The thrill of danger, the dance of power—it’s what makes it all so exhilarating.”

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, his eyes locking onto yours. “So, we have a deal then? You’ll help me achieve my ultimate form, and in return, I’ll aid you in claiming the Crown of Karsus. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

You nodded, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. “Yes, we have a deal. Let’s make sure we follow through on both promises. We’ll navigate this path together, and we’ll face whatever comes our way as a united front.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with a mix of triumph and affection. “Perfect. I’m looking forward to the adventure that awaits us, and to savoring every moment of our shared destiny.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

The camp, nestled within the dense forest, was peaceful, save for the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of metal from nearby equipment being moved.

Wyll, your lover and a steadfast companion, sat across from you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the resolve in his eyes as he took a deep breath, clearly preparing to broach a difficult subject.

“I need to talk to you,” Wyll said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of worry. “It’s about the Crown of Karsus.”

You looked up from the fire, meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor. “What about it?”

Wyll’s brow furrowed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your desire for the Crown. And I’m afraid of what it might do to you. I know how powerful it is, how tempting it must be, but I also know the legends—the corruption, the darkness that comes with it.”

You remained silent, allowing him to voice his concerns.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you fall into that darkness,” Wyll continued, his voice becoming more urgent. “I need you to understand that this isn’t just about a magical artifact; it’s about you, and what it might do to you.”

You shifted slightly, the flames reflecting off your horns, creating flickering patterns on the ground. “Wyll, I’ve considered the risks. The power the Crown offers is unparalleled. It’s a chance to reshape everything, to gain control over forces beyond comprehension.”

Wyll’s eyes pleaded with you, his hands reaching out to you. “And what if it changes you? What if it turns you into something you don’t recognize? You could lose yourself completely. I don’t want to see that happen.”

The fire crackled louder for a moment, a reminder of the warmth and security of the camp compared to the cold allure of power. You could see the anguish in Wyll’s eyes, and it pained you to see him so distressed over your choices.

“I understand your fear,” you said softly, holding onto his hands. “But this is something I have to pursue. It’s my destiny.”

Wyll’s expression hardened with resolve. “Then I have an ultimatum for you. It’s either me or the Crown. You can’t have both. If you choose the Crown, I won’t be able to stay by your side, because I refuse to watch you become something you’re not.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you saw the depth of his commitment to your well-being. You felt a pang of guilt and sorrow at the thought of choosing between him and the Crown. His willingness to give you an ultimatum showed just how deeply he cared.

“Wyll,” you said softly, trying to convey the depth of your feelings, “this isn’t an easy choice for me. But I can’t deny how much you mean to me. You’ve always been there for me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Wyll’s eyes softened slightly, though the tension remained. “Then choose, and choose wisely. I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe from the darkness that the Crown might bring.”

After a moment of contemplation, you reached out and took his hand, your grip firm and reassuring. “Wyll, if it comes down to choosing between you and the Crown, I choose you. Every time. The Crown is a temptation, but it’s nothing compared to what we have together.”

Wyll’s eyes shone with relief and gratitude, though there was still a trace of concern in them. “Are you sure? Because if you’re certain, I will stand by you, regardless of what happens.”

You nodded, your expression resolute. “I’m sure. You are what matters most to me. The Crown is powerful, but it’s not worth losing you over.”

A tear slipped down Wyll’s cheek, and he squeezed your hand tightly, “Thank you. I will do everything in my power to support you, but please remember the promise you’ve made.”

With a heartfelt nod, you leaned in and kissed him softly. As the night deepened, you and Wyll held each other close, the promise of your love and loyalty guiding you both through the uncertainty of the future. The Crown of Karsus loomed in the distance, but for now, it was your bond with Wyll that remained the central focus of your heart and soul.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

You and Halsin, your lover, were nestled together in bed, the warmth of the blankets and the close proximity making the moment feel intimate and serene. His strong arms were wrapped around you, and your tail was wrapped around his leg, providing a sense of security and comfort as you both relaxed after a long day.

You were lost in your thoughts, feeling the weight of your desires pressing on you. The Crown of Karsus had become an obsession, a symbol of ultimate power and the ability to reshape the world in ways you could only imagine. As you lay there, your head resting on Halsin’s chest, the quiet of the night seemed the perfect time to share your thoughts with him.

“Halsin,” you began, your voice soft but determined, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Halsin’s fingers gently stroked your hair, and he tilted his head slightly, his voice soothing as he responded, “What is it, my heart?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of what you were about to say. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Halsin’s reaction was immediate and palpable. His body tensed, and he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “The Crown of Karsus? You know the danger and corruption that comes with it. I thought we were focused on protecting the balance, on looking after those who had fallen victim to the shadowcurse?”

You met his gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “That’s exactly why I want it. With the power of the Crown, I could create the balance you’ve always dreamed of. I could ensure that the shadowcurse and all other threats like it would never happen again.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed as he considered your words. “The Crown’s power is unpredictable and dangerous. It corrupts those who seek to wield it. You risk losing yourself to its influence. And you think that such power can be controlled?”

You nodded, your voice earnest. “I believe I can control it. I’ve studied its history and the lore surrounding it. If I can harness its power, I can create a world where such calamities are a thing of the past.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing as he weighed the implications of your ambition. His eyes softened as he looked at you, seeing the conviction and hope in your expression. “You truly believe you can make things better with this power?”

“I do,” you said, your voice unwavering. “I know the risks, but I also know the potential for good. We’ve seen the devastation caused by the shadowcurse, and I don’t want to stand by while such things continue. If I have the Crown, I can ensure that this world is protected and balanced.”

Halsin took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked at you with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”

You shook your head, feeling a pang of regret that your desires were causing tension between you. “No, Halsin. I’ve made up my mind.”

A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the unspoken realization of the consequences. Halsin’s gaze remained steady, his fingers now lightly tracing patterns on your arm.

“Then I’ll support you,” he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. “If this is truly what you believe is necessary to bring about the change we both want, then I will stand by you.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief as Halsin’s words sank in. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

Halsin’s expression was a mix of worry and determination as he held you close. “I trust you, but remember that the path you’ve chosen is fraught with danger. If you begin to lose yourself to its power, you must promise me that you’ll find a way to break free.”

You nodded, a fierce resolve in your heart. “I promise. I won’t let the Crown control me. I’ll use its power to create the world we both want.”

As you both settled back into the comforting embrace of the bed, the silence of the night was filled with the shared understanding of the path you were embarking upon. The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with peril, but with Halsin’s support and your unwavering determination, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and resolve.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Rolan:

The night was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds in your shared quarters being the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You and Rolan were cuddled together under a blanket, the warmth and comfort of the room making it an ideal setting for intimate conversations. Rolan’s presence was a calming and reassuring one, and his gentle breathing indicated that he was on the verge of sleep.

As you lay there, your thoughts drifted to the Crown of Karsus, a powerful artifact that had captured your imagination and ambition. You had wrestled with the idea for some time now, and you knew that the time had come to share your aspirations with Rolan. It was a delicate matter, one that could easily disrupt the harmony of your relationship.

Turning slightly in bed, you looked at Rolan, who had just started to stir. “Rolan,” you began, your voice soft but filled with determination, “there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Rolan blinked awake, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. “What is it, my love?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Rolan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a broad grin spread across his face. To your astonishment, he seemed genuinely excited. “The Crown of Karsus? You’re planning to pursue it?”

You nodded, taken aback by his reaction. “Yes. I believe it holds the key to reshaping the world and unlocking magic beyond our comprehension.”

Rolan’s enthusiasm grew palpable. He sat up slightly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. “That’s incredible! The opportunity to study such a powerful artifact is something I’ve always dreamed of. To learn from it, understand its intricacies—it’s a scholar’s dream come true.”

His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself grinning at his reaction. “You’re not… upset or worried?”

Rolan shook his head, his smile widening. “No, not at all. The Crown of Karsus represents knowledge and power on an unprecedented scale. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient artifacts and their secrets. The chance to delve into its depths and unlock its mysteries is an opportunity I would support wholeheartedly.”

You felt a wave of relief and joy wash over you. “You really mean that? You’re not against me pursuing this?”

“Absolutely not,” Rolan said, his voice filled with conviction. “You’ve always supported my academic pursuits and interests. Now, it’s my turn to support you in your ambitions. If you believe that the Crown can bring about the change you seek, then I’m with you every step of the way.”

His response filled you with a sense of warmth and gratitude and you couldn't help but chuckle. “Thank you, Rolan. I didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic about it.”

Rolan laughed softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “How could I not be excited? This is a chance for us to achieve something truly extraordinary. I want to be there to help you, to explore the Crown’s potential together. And, of course, to ensure that you don’t get lost in its power.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with affection. “I promise, I won’t let it control me. I’ll stay true to our goals and use its power for the greater good.”

Rolan nodded, his expression one of unwavering support. “I trust you, and I believe in you. We’ll face this journey together, and I’ll be right by your side, eager to uncover the mysteries of the Crown and help you achieve your vision.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Raphael:

The dimly lit boudoir was filled with the soft glow of flickering candles, their light dancing across the rich, velvet curtains and opulent furnishings. You and Raphael, your lover, were lounging in a state of relaxed intimacy, the atmosphere initially serene as you shared the warmth of each other’s presence. However, your mind had been preoccupied with a singular thought: the Crown of Karsus. Tonight, you decided, was the time to share your ambitious goal with Raphael.

You turned towards him, your expression serious and resolute. “Raphael, there’s something I need to tell you. I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Raphael’s reaction was not what you expected. He looked at you with an incredulous, almost dismissive laugh. “The Crown of Karsus? You, a mere mortal, think you could wield such a powerful artifact? Do you honestly believe you’re capable of handling its might? Oh my love how you humor me.”

His tone was dripping with mockery, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. You could feel a surge of frustration rising within you, and you tried to remain composed. “I’m not saying it will be easy, but I believe I can handle it. I have the strength and determination. I won’t let its power corrupt me.”

Raphael’s laughter grew louder, echoing around the room like a sinister melody. “Oh, how delightful! You, a little tiefling with ambitions far beyond your reach. It’s almost adorable."

You stood up, your frustration palpable, "Raphael, I'm being serious-"

"-Do you even grasp the magnitude of what you’re proposing? The Crown of Karsus is not a toy for you to play with, my dear." Raphael lectured you, interrupting you in the process. He followed you up and stepped close to you. "It’s a force that could shatter even the strongest of beings, why it would crush your little mortal mind.”

His mocking words stung deeply, and you could feel your anger boiling over. “This isn’t a joke, Raphael! I know what I’m talking about. You underestimate me, and that’s your mistake.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed as he continued to taunt you. “Mistake? No, my dear, it’s not a mistake. It’s simply the harsh reality of your limitations. Trust me, you’re nothing but a plaything in the grand scheme of things.”

Unable to contain your fury any longer, you slapped Raphael across the face. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, and for a moment, there was stunned silence. Your heart raced as you realized what you had done—slapped a cambion, a son of Mephistopheles, your lover.

Raphael’s expression shifted from amused disbelief to a dark, cold fury. He chuckled softly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. Without warning, he transformed, his form shifting into his devilish guise. His eyes glowed with an ominous red light, and his features took on a menacing, otherworldly quality.

“It appears,” Raphael said in a voice that was both smooth and terrifying, “that it’s overdue for you to be reminded of your place. You have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on me.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and your stomach sinking with fear. The sight of Raphael in his devilish form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. His power was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you.

“I didn’t mean to—” you began, but Raphael cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Save your excuses,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ve crossed a line, and now you must face the consequences. You’re a mortal, trying to meddle with forces beyond your understanding. Remember your place, and know that you are not the one in control here.”

His words were a harsh reminder of the power imbalance between you. Despite your earlier resolve, the sight of Raphael’s true form and the gravity of his anger made you realize the enormity of your mistake. The Crown of Karsus might be within your reach, but the consequences of your actions were immediate and daunting.

As Raphael’s gaze bore into you, a mix of regret and determination surged through you. You had to confront the reality of your situation, but you refused to back down from your goal.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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[kinardsevan]

I figured it out. Why hearing that Tommy is a plot device/temporary is so infuriating. It’s the equivalent of being told “it’s just a phase”. As in, Buck just needs a phase to “figure out” being bisexual so then he can guide Eddie through it??? That logic is fucked on so many levels.

Evan Buckley is a grown ass man. He may be figuring out what he likes coming from another man vs a female in a committed relationship, but it’s not like he’s NEVER kissed or had sex with someone before.

Also, I’ve put off saying this, but I think (one of) the things that bothers me most about the possibility of Buddie on any level is that you have to trust in the whole “I fall for my best friend and they fall back at the same time” trope. That shit is not only rare, it’s painful. And given that 911 tends to go for realism (on some level) versus the fantasy when it comes to building relationships, you can’t tell me that Buddie would get it easy. But there’s an entire class of people who think this is the hard part, and one day Eddie is just gonna wake up and realize now that Buck is canonically bisexual. But like… that’s not very realistic? Also, the point Ryan keeps making about Eddie being heterosexual. And also, I genuinely believe that given the original plans for Tommy’s arc, that when Ryan said no, that was their chance.

Hear me out:

Buck would’ve been far easier to flip on a whim of “I’m into my best friend” after Eddie having a moment with Tommy. The ground work is already there, with previous situations (TK, etc). Eddie on the other hand, has so many other issues to contend with (Shannon, Christopher, his faith) that without someone basically shoving him in that direction, it really doesn’t fit.

To which brings my point: I feel like there was probably a conversation (at the very least, if not more than one) had at some point before the season started, and knowing the ideas Tim had on the table, there was an engagement of “this is the direction we want to move in, how do you feel about it?” Because truth be told, you can’t force someone six years into their contract to suddenly make changes they’re not cool with. and again, I feel like when that possibility was broached, and Ryan said no but Oliver said yes, this was the result.

Ryan does not want to play a queer character. Oliver doesn’t have a problem with doing so, nor does Lou. (And all of that is OKAY). But to that end, Ryan literally cannot be forced to do so if he does not want to. (I imagine there are probably bylaws via SAG/AFTRA that ensure this under some level of sexual harrassment, etc). And again, it’s one thing for an actor to read fanfiction about their character, even send it to their scene partner and be like “hey look at this”. But that doesn’t equate to them being like “okay yeah, the fans want it so we should do it”. Case in point? Go look at the entire Marvey fandom in Suits. I personally have a retweeted twt from Aaron Korsh like 6/7/8 years ago which I commented on the two of them kissing. Guess what? It never happened. And AK and Co were well aware of the side of the fandom that wanted those two together.

I don’t know what happens with Lou and Tommy from here on out obvs. They’re certainly teeing up some options, though we don’t have any clear answers due to just entering hiatus last week. But even if he’s gone in s8, that will never ensure that Buddie happens, and I’m not even trying to be mean about that. It’s just fact.

[sageistri]

I’m also an Arianator, so I see some of the western stans drama on my TL & the way Billie stans’ beef with swifties didn’t even last this long because Taylor blocked her from BB200. Like leave Jimin alone 😭 I can’t help to think him being a member of BTS just fuels more hate because when I was an army I briefly remember western stans being cool with us until Dynamite broke all these records. I remember even teaming up Swifites so Jin’s “Moon” can get an iTunes #1 in the US & teaming up with Beyoncé stans so Jimin’s “Filter” can go #1 in the US too. People really hate you when you’re successful. On a side note, JJK’s should not be talking & ass licking because I remember the same shit happening to him last year with Miley stans & Swifties. These people will not hesitate to drag Jungkook, but we been knew they really dgaf about that man & their hatred for Jimin is bigger.

Say what you want about pjms but collectively as a fandom will never try to work with any fandom western or kpop in an attempt to bring down another member because they know those same people shit on jimin. But like you said, the thing with jk stans is that they hate jimin more than they love jk so...

And this whole thing isn't in retaliation for pjms dragging jk for seven because they did the same thing during face era, they're just mad now because there's nothing for Spotify to split this time and no freefall to make them feel better. Yes, pjms did drag jk, but they did the dragging themselves within their own circle. None of them were dming western stans or blinks for back up because it was less about them wanting to see jk hated on out of jealousy and more about just getting their lick back a little and being mad about like crazy being sabotaged for seven. I've said this before and I'll say it a thousand times, I would not have Said a negative word about seven if jimin and like crazy hadn't been neglected and stifled because they had a plan.

Jk stans are mad because they realised that seven wasn't special. I remember I used to say "no member will be able to pull seven numbers because they wouldn't get the same promo" but I guess I was wrong because who is without half of the promo seven got. All that money dumped on one song and you couldn't even bask in the glory of the records it set for more than a year, I would be mad too.

It's hard for them to accept that records are meant to be broken, jk isn't the only member who deserves to be successful. Eventually, some other song, maybe from jimin, a bts member, or even another K-pop soloist will break the ones who set. It's the cycle of musical records. Thinking only the person you stan is capable or is the only one who deserves to have certain records is the start of a huge problem. They remind me of swifties who throw a tantrum whenever another female artist experiences success. Success isn't exclusive to your fave. And in this day it's harder for one person to remain "it" for long, every month there's a new hit song because of tiktok and social media. You can only hope your faves success remains consistent even with the rise of new songs and artists every day and that they're able to remain in the conversation of "most" instead of thinking they should be number 1 forever because it's literally impossible.

[shayshaybiscuit25]

I believe boundaries have to be established between said celeb and their fandom because honestly celebs don’t us a damn thing when it comes to their personal lives, not even regarding who they date or marry, BUT in this particular case since Chris and team attempted to use the fandom to sell whatever this bs is, HE was wrong. As time carried on the fandom began during the most, so there is no innocent party involved in this. No one should have any private info regarding when he purchased or sold a home, nor should anyone be using any bs info they received via anon to taunt the fandom with “marriage” information or claiming they know a BuA is coming.

As far as Chris, due to his MO being one thing and that MO being the very reason so many loved him, it was devastating to realize the possibility that it was all a lie due to his choice in partner. It’s one thing not to like who your fav marries, it’s a complete different story when they marry or associate with racists. THAT is the main issue here. Who the fuck is Chris Evans in real life? Because if this turns out to be real……fuck his and her and all associated with them.

Like I said …..before this mess he didn’t owe anyone a damn thing, but because of this mess he does owe an explanation or he should just rip the damn bandaid off and fully claim your racist ass wife so everyone can finally move on.

Due to him and this crap we had people DEFENDING racism, so yes this is personal because I as a black woman had to log in to see the very same idiots who once claimed it was pr yet are now screaming how this is real, post Justin posts showing the n-word. I told them to cover the word and these mofos refused to and claimed they were “advocating” against racism. 🙄 stupid fucks.

But yeah at this rate, I don’t care. Chris lost me when he claimed he got married so if this isn’t legit, he should have kept her ass as gf and then ended it when the racism came to light, yet he’s out here claiming her as his wife, with a damn disappearing ring and what not.

I’m mad I wasted my time thinking he was someone he clearly isn’t.

Real or fake, he doesn’t come out looking good either way.

Again if fake, he better get that Netflix documentary ready to expose the bs he was “forced” to do other than that, he’s shown true colors and it is what it is. I want her ass to post a wedding pic so everyone can be like ……okay so he’s cool with racism, fuck him, bye. ✌🏾

But due to not having 100% evidence of this being legit, I hesitate typing because as crazy as it sounds what if he’s actually in some deep shit he can’t get out of and we’re all right with speculation that this is pr, but then I think about how they always do something else and I get pissed again, so yeah I’m over this shitshow…..and I typed all of this to show that. 😂😅

I still care about his ass, but I want to know what’s really going on because this is too much and I just refuse to believe his entire persona was a lie especially since we all clearly see based on his actions, something is wrong. This man shows the world his love for Dodger yet acts like he hates the person he told the world is his “wife”.

Yeah, not falling for that shit. #PR100%

He should have done a lot of things and he still has a lot things to do. I really hope we can one day just collectively move on and focus on ourselves. Humanity is something else.

[patheticwomenlover]

Play with me

Young Neil x Gen!Neutral Reader FIC cw: EXPLICIT NSFW Minors pls DNI ! ♡

Summary: You invited your boyfriend Neil to come hang out with you while Wallace and Scott were at a party, which leads to you giving him a blowjob in bed, but Wallace and Scott end up coming home right before he orgasmed. Scott was not amused.

a/n: Hi! First post on Tumblr~! I'm cross-posting this from my ao3: PatheticMenLover! Thought I'd expand my work on here too. I want to do Hazbin Hotel stuff too, seems like most of the fandom is here haha. I've just been doing SPVTW stuff, this one being my most recent one. Though, I hope you like it. <𝟑

You, Wallace, and Scott are close friends. You all share an apartment and a bed too. Some people would say it is a little strange to share it with two other people but honestly it wasn’t too bad. Especially since you and Scott could not really complain, Wallace practically pays for everything aside from your Xbox 360.

 If anything, you, and Scott are considered leaches. You do plan to move out sometime soon and live with your boyfriend Neil. You’re still in the works of getting a good apartment, so for now you’re stuck with a loser and Wallace. Don’t get it wrong, they are good roommates, aside from the face that Wallace bangs his boy toys in the same bed you and Scott sleep on. But…not like you guys can complain because again, he pretty much pays for everything.

You just do not want to feel some random guys jizz stain on your leg. You’re still horrified that one time where there was fresh semen on the bed and you swiped it off, thinking it was lotion but…eventually came to realize it wasn’t, thanks to Scott.

Anyhow, that leaves you here, alone in the apartment relaxing on Wallace’s armchair watching tv while Scott and him had left to go to some party. They had invited you to tag along with them but to be honest parties were not your thing and you do not enjoy socializing with random drunk people. Ironically though a party is where you met your current boyfriend, Young Neil... or well just Neil. He looked so lonely at the party. At the time you noticed he had come with a group of people, but they just parted ways, so that left him alone in a corner with a bored look on his face.

So, you walked up to him, made conversation and surprisingly it went very well. And by made conversation, you meant flirt heavily. He had a chill; calm personality and it went well with yours. Not to mention…he was adorable. How had nobody gone up to him and flirted with him before you is a mystery. After the party you two exchanged numbers and kept on talking until he very shyly asked you to date him, and how could you say no? And so far, the relationship has been going great.

Now back to you. 2 hours had passed since Wallace and Scott left you and it was an understatement to say you were bored. All you did was watch tv, play on your xbox, and eat lunch. You had the apartment to yourself and could do what you want, but why did it feel so boring still? It was because you were doing It alone.

So, you decided to call up your boyfriend Neil and ask him to come hang out with you.

“Oh, hey babe, what’s up?” You could tell by his tone he was happy to hear from you. “Hey Neil. You wanna come over? I’m at Wallace’s apartment.”

“YES!…ehm.. I mean, yeah whatever that sounds cool.” He quickly collects himself, which earned a giggle on your end. That boy was so cute it hurts. “Are Scott and Wallace there? Are we all hanging out or something?”

“Nah. Just us. They’re at a party and won’t be here until….im not sure honestly. I can’t tell with them. Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect..!” He said quickly. “Good! Then I’ll see you when you get here, yeah?”

“I already left the house.”

Today was going to be great, you just know it.

After awhile of waiting for Neil to come you finally hear a soft knock on the door. You quickly got up and fixed your clothes and hair to make it look more presentable and then headed towards the door and letting Neil in. He had on a large puffy coat, jeans, his normal shoes and to top it all off a fluffy hat covered his soft hair. You also noticed his nose was red, poor boy must have had a small cold. Afterall, it has been snowing a lot recently, especially today.

“Hey b-babe!” It was so cold you could see his breath coming straight out of mouth. “Hey baby. Come on inside, you look like you have a cold.” He nods happily as he steps right inside, and you close the door behind him. “You think I look sick?” He asks while a sniffle leaves his nose as he takes off his puffy coat and sets it aside on the armchair. “You have a cold. Have you noticed your nose is red?”

He tries to cross his eyes to look at his nose. “Hmm. No, don’t see it.” A giggle escaped your lips. “Wait..does that mean we can’t make out...or cuddle?”

“Nah. I’d still kiss you.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bed. “I’ve been playing Sims 3 and Minecraft all day, it’s boring so when you’re alone.” You grab your controller.

“Do you have castle crashers?” He grabs a nearby controller.

“Of course. Wanna play that?” He nods.

“Good choice, one of my favorite games.”

“…dibs on the purple knight.”  You playfully push his shoulder. “Hey!- I wanted that one!”

After a few hours of playing Castle Crashers, you two eventually got bored of it. Not because the game was bad, oh trust. But because of the stupid bat boss, could not get past it. So annoying…! Anyways, instead of playing more Xbox games you decided to cuddle up with him under the covers while you watched him play on this Gameboy Advance. He was playing Mario Kart Super Circuit as Luigi.

You snuggled your head into his shoulder while you watched him play. “Babe.. are you sure you don’t want a turn? Is It really that fun to watch me play?” He asks curiously.

“Mhm. You make cute faces when you’re focused.” He sticks his tongue out in concentration. “Huh?..sorry what’d you say? I had to get back in first place.” You snorted. “You’re cute.”

You get closer to him, you lift your leg and placed it over his crotch. His face flushes. “Haah…y/n..you’re..um….you’re distracting.”

“Distracting? Can you elaborate?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Y…you’re trying to make me lose..! I wont let you…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tease. “I’m just trying to cuddle with my lovely boyfriend, can’t a person just—”

“Mhmm..”

“Oh?”

You feel a growing bump on your naked knee. It didn’t take a genius to understand what that was. He had gotten a boner from your leg laying on his dick. “Y/nnn….” You look directly at him. “Yes?”

“…I’m hard.”

“I know.”

There were a few seconds of silence between you two. “Want me to take care of it baby?” He furiously nods with flustered face. “P..please….b-but first let me finish this—”

“You can keep playing it while I suck your dick.”

“Wh- wha?...you want me to do that..?” He stammers. “Go ahead babe. Pretend like I’m not even here, kay?” You proceed to get under the covers while also getting in between Neil’s legs. His boner was more visible from this angle. “Pretend like you’re not here..?...that’s gonna be h..harrd…but okay.”

You placed your hands on top of his covered dick. You could already feel him throbbing. He breaths with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as he gripped his Gameboy tightly, attempting to concentrate as hard as he can on his game. You then put your fingers in-between his boxers then sliding it down all the way to his knees. His dick immediately sprung up with a string of pre-cum trailing down the base of his dick from the tip.

“Ohh? You were REAL pent up weren’t you?” His heart starts to race as you grab his dick. “F-fuuuck. Don’t…don’t go too fast….you’re gonna make me c-cum early again like last time..”

“Haha..don’t worry, Neil.” You kiss the tip of his dick. “I’ll try to make you last as long as possible. Just focus on your game.~”

You were going to be the death of him.

He watches you with a mix of awe and desire as you kiss and started to slowly stroke his dick. You could also feel him squirming underneath your touch. He felt warm sensations coursing through his body, but still managed to focus on his game somehow. But his eyes did occasionally flicker to your eyes.

“Ah…hnnm…”

You extended your wet tongue to the base of his dick, then began to lick from there towards the tip of it. His pre-cum tasted a little salty. “mmm~  you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

 “Ughn…” A shiver runs down his spine as he tries to keep his focus on the game, but your tongue and touch were already so overwhelming. He lets out soft gasps whenever your tongue glosses over his sensitive tip. “Y…yeah..I’m your good boy….” His whimpers out, his voice barely audible. His eyes continuing to dart between the screen and your movements, his body was growing more tense with each passing second. It just felt too good.

You wrapped your lips about his tip, sucking on it gently. You also used your other free hand to caress his inner thigh. Neil’s body lifted slightly, and he grips his Gameboy tighter as your warm mouth had engulfed the tip of his dick. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle the series of moans that threatened to escape his soft lips. The sensation of your hand on his thigh and the pleasure from your mouth sent waves of ecstasy through him. “y/n…g..ghhn…ugh!” He struggles to keep his focus on the game, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to both face fuck you and continue playing the game.

You started to take him further into your mouth, his dick hitting your throat each time your lips met his messy pubes. Your tongue trailing over the veins on his dick then back to his tip and then back to the veins. Neil’s head falls back onto a pillow as loud moans escapes his lips, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensations, at this point the game had fallen from out of hand, he had forgotten it as he surrenders to the pleasure you’re giving him.

You then could feel a hand being placed on top of your head, gently pushing you further down. “Y..yes…just like that…you’re amazing…” His free hand grips the covers of the bed, and his breath became more ragged. You completely took your mouth off his dick and used your hand to stroke him quickly. “Gonna cum for me baby? You wanna cum on my pretty face, yeah?”

Maybe you were just hearing things but..was someone outside the front door..?

He pathetically lets a few tears fall from his face as he gasps sharply. His mind was going blank with pleasure, too much was going on he couldn’t think of anything else except you. He couldn’t help but let ot a lew, guttural moan, hips involuntarily twitching In response to the intense pleasure. “Y-yes!...I..I can’t hold back much longer…n..need to cum..” He struggles to form coherent words, completely hypnotized by your hand.

Keys entered the lock of the front door. Someone is here.

“Cum for me. Now.” Your trail your free hand from his inner thigh to under his shirt, caressing his chest. As for your occupied hand, your hand kept his dick busy with your fast paced strokes. “I-Im…y/n…I’m so close…ssso so close…don’t stop pleeease…”

The front door opens. Wallace and Scott enter the room before noticing..-

The intensity of your hands pushes him closer and closer to the edge, you consumed his mind entire;y. He lets out a final string of incoherent moans, his free hand gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were turning white as he approached his climax. “Y-y/n…I’m…I’m gonna…c-cummingg!!” He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and arched his back involuntarily as he finally reached his peak, releasing his cum onto your face with a final, shuddering orgasm.

A string of cum landed on your lips, to which you licked it off. You then stuck your head out from under the covers to see Neil’s tired, exhausted face. He had tear stains on his cheeks and he was breathing heavily. You chuckled at this. “I hope I didn’t go too hard on you babe. You okay?” He looks at you with a small smile before quickly dropping it when he noticed you had visitors.

“Uh..y/n….” He mutters. You tilt your face at him with confusion. “What? What’s wrong? You’ve came on my face before.” He shakes his head. “I-its not that its just uh..”

“What?”

Neil lifts his hand and points right behind you. You turned your head slowly to see….Wallace…and Scott. Both, horrified, Scott more so. They just witnessed their friend give a blow job to their other friend, and it didn’t help that you still had his cum on your face.

“uh….hey guys. How was the party?” You nervous asked.

They said nothing for a few moments until Wallace spoke up. “I never knew you had that in you, y/n.” He teased. Scott however, wasn’t amused…at all. “We..y/n… we sleep on the same BED!...Y-you’re face is covered in—!”

“I KNOW.” You embarrassingly wiped it off from your face and Neil quickly pulled up his boxers and pants. After this incident Scott tried to ban you from bringing Neil over, even when both of them were there. But since Scott was considered a leech too, it didn’t hold any value to you. As for Wallace, he found the whole thing amusing, but…he very gently asked you to not fuck him on the bed…. despite him doing the exact same thing. Apparently, he’s the only one allowed to do that. Fair enough since it was his bed after all.

That’s not gonna stop you from inviting Neil over again. ♡

I was lowkey struggling how to format this. Tumblr is killing meeee

[watching-sam-and-dean-again]

Sam & Dean are, in fact, soulmates

It’s rant time again! (Sorry)

I saw an idiotic interesting take on Twitter last night where someone claimed that Sam and Dean aren’t soulmates, and that they couldn’t understand how anyone could interpret it that way (particularly referring to "Dark Side of the Moon"). And they actually wondered what show soulmate-truthers (my term) were watching.

Umm, the actual show?

I’ve paraphrased the comment slightly and replies slightly, and I’m not posting a pic of the actual post, because I’m going to try not do that on this blog, but also, this person is just like the others in the replies (and in fandom) who “interpret” the show a certain way because it suits their destiel narrative. They all drank the cool-aid, so why single one out? At the same time, this take shows so little media literacy that it pisses me off. Thus, the rant.

Please do read on if you’re interested.

One argument I saw under this tweet was that Dean needed to find a road to lead him to Sam, so it proves they weren’t in the same heaven.

Wrong.

If they weren’t in the same heaven, Dean wouldn’t have been able to find Sam. Period. We know this because Ash has to do a little spell thing in order for them to leave their heaven (“Winchester Land”) at all. They can’t just jump heavens on their own. We also see this in later seasons. People just don’t hop into each others’ heavens without some sort of help.

Another stupid argument I saw is that Sam and Dean can’t be soulmates because "they’re BROTHERS!”

Wrong Again!

While having a soulmate is often (maybe even most often) seen as a romantic trope, being soulmates is actually not inherently romantic. Let’s even just stay on the WB/CW level for this one for a minute. Dawson and Joey consider themselves soulmates in Dawson’s Creek, but they don’t make a good couple, they work better as friends, and they don’t end up together. While they aren’t entirely platonic, them being soulmates ultimately isn’t about romantic love either. Sorry, I stumbled onto a reactor watching this show lately, so it’s fresh in my mind. You could also make arguments for Xander and Willow, Joey and Phoebe, or Christina and Meredith (Grey’s Anatomy calls it “my person” being science-based, but it amounts to the same thing). Ultimately, being soulmates just means two people have an incredibly close bond, love each other dearly, understand each other on a deeper level than most, and often need each other. Despite what some hellers think, not all love and closeness is sexual or romantic. Finally, if someone sees being soulmates as having to be romantic, they should probably take it up with Kripke.

Anyway, let’s round this rant off at three flawed arguments with this one: people are “free” (passive aggressive) to interpret the episode how they “like,” but Sam and Dean bring soulmates is not actually supported by the episode.

Ugh!

Why the hell would the writers have Ash even mention soulmates in the scene at all, if it wasn’t to tell the audience (and the boys) something important about the characters? Knowing that soulmates share a heaven isn’t necessary to the plot at this moment (if they aren’t soulmates). We have been told people have individual heavens in most cases, so we don’t need to know the soulmate exception to generally understand how heaven works. But we do get this bit of exposition because 1) it tells us why Dean was able to find Sam on his own (with no spells, even though people don’t usually share a space), and 2) because it tells us the info that they are soulmates, bound together no matter what. It deepens their whole tangled up relationship, for better or worse. Is it a bit unusual for brothers to be soulmates? Yes! That’s the whole point. Sam and Dean are weird. This is not news. Where have these people been for the last 4.5 seasons??

Also, Ash looks directly at Sam and Dean after he drops the soulmate bomb. And each of them looks uncomfortable. The scene takes a beat here, a short one but it’s clear, so the audience can acknowledge this info. Why would the camera focus on the characters’ reactions if the soulmates line was a just a random little nugget of info? People hellers will write whole distractions on the significance of “parallels” between characters and “interpret” scenes using head-canons as support, but they can’t don’t want to understand that the camera lingering on the brothers when they learn information about themselves is significant? Also, it suggests in the script that Ash looks away from them to give them a minute to process this info. Why would he care if it didn’t pertain to them? (Hellers. Have. No. Media. Literacy.). Sam and Dean are soulmates. It’s canon.

Also, this is another episode but it adds confirmation. In 15x20, Dean feels Sam on the bridge in the new heaven before he sees or hears him. Thus. Soulmates!

[lovelytayforce]

Why Oogway from Kung fu panda is the most supportive grandpa and not a huge bitch! And your fave villain is actually a huge bitch! <3

Now, I know what you’re thinking? Why the inflammatory and very obviously vague post? Because it’s being spread everywhere like wildfire and I’m tired of it. We get it, you all love your men like Tai Lung and Kai but they're not the UwU babies you HC them as, and blaming Oogway isn’t making them look cool or cuter. So, without further ado, I, Oogway’s lawyer will step up to this fandom’s unjustified hate for him just cause they got hit with the consequences of their actions. Now, let’s start with the first movie because you people can’t seem to grasp the simple lesson in the film that “Your actions have consequences.” Okay, remember that? It’s very important. And I need you to remember it okay? I’m counting on you! Alright, let’s start with the literal first scene with MR. PING AND PO: Yes, this is important, just stick with me okay? Po asks his father right at the beginning if he ever wanted anything else in his life outside noodles.

He even calls his own dream stupid, and you can see he slightly regrets it in the scene if you watch closely enough. This was the first mistake Ping made, he was repeating a cycle of denying the younger generation of their own dreams and needs without even realizing it. Now, we can actually get to our favorite turtle. Two things we have to talk about before we move on is the fact, this second scene is dedicated to foreshadowing mostly Shifu’s character, every little reaction to Oogway is a means to tell us why Shifu needs to calm down and think before he acts. Remember? “Your actions have consequences.” Now, you're probably looking at the scene like, this was just a funny joke scene but no. Shifu is distressed expecting nothing but the worst news while Oogway is calmly accessing the situation at hand, he doesn’t reprimand Shifu because he knows the pain his friend is going through, he was there for it and stopped it before it could kill him. Shifu here displays everything about the quote below, had he not rushed Oogway and merely listened to the very end he would have understood what to do. 

This is one of the rawest quotes that follow Shifu and his son throughout the first film, they are both avoiding the inevitable, trying to stop what must come. Life doesn’t bend to your will and that’s what Oogway is telling Shifu right here in the present. But what does this dummy do? Try to ruin what Oogway was doing from the get-go. 

Had Shifu not panicked and quickly told Zeng to leave then Tai Lung would have never escaped. IT'S IRONY AND say it with me, the consequences of his actions. Oogway even tells him this in the scene where he reveals it is time to pick the Dragon warrior, and Shifu makes so many assumptions that Oogway never speaks of the legend itself. Shifu makes the Dragon warrior seem bigger than life itself but Oogway never says that. If you haven’t realized: Shifu assumed things. 

He’s not actually seeing the true picture Oogway is laying out for him, he’s just waiting for that big moment, uncaring of how it affects others. (Aka the five cough his own daughter cough and even his own son cough) He’s clouded the water for everyone and only Oogway is the one who sees it for what it is. Oogway does nothing but tries to guide Shifu away from this mentality that not only destroyed his own son but himself in the process, remember the Ping scene I showed you at the beginning This is the same thing. Shifu has done nothing but projects himself onto others and that’s not only an aspect in the films, it was in the short “Secrets of the scroll” too. 

“You must let her grow into what she must be.” - Oogway. This isn’t the first time he's said this to Shifu and surely will not be the last. Shifu is by all means a stubborn character who leans very heavily toward how traditional Kung fu is taught along with its ideals. He focuses on strength, speed, and endurance above all else which is also shown in the film's training course. He does not divert from tradition, just like Ping. Oogway doesn’t hold the same ideals but respects Shifu unconditionally despite their differences. Because he respects and cares for Shifu along with his children. He does the very same with Po, never outright disagreeing because that’s not helpful to them, that won’t allow them to grow as people. Into who they are meant to be. Po goes on and on about how he sucks and Oogway is understanding, he doesn’t say “Oh you’re great just the way you are.” He allows Po to vent the way he wants to and gives him actual support when he needs it most.

Po shouldn’t be concerned with how he sucked today, because he can try again tomorrow and get better as time goes on! And that’s the truth when you start something, especially something as difficult as Kung fu with a teacher who's comfortable bullying someone 40+ years younger than them is HARD. But what Po needs to focus on is the PRESENT. He tells that to EVERYONE. To focus on the now instead of the past or the future, that’s why it’s a gift. Because you can choose who you want to be at that moment. The past is already gone, decided, and written, and the future is uncertain and leaves you with nothing but anxiety at what could be. But right here, right now. You have a choice. And now we get to the main man himself, Tai Lung aka the loser stuck in the past: Now again, you’re probably pausing like “Really man? Calling Tai a loser from the get-go, do you have no shame?” And I reply with a “No, I do not.” Because he is a loser and the film shows that. Very clearly. I know we all love the awesomeness of the escape scene but think about the context of it real quick: This FORTY-YEAR-OLD MAN, let me say this again FORTY YEAR-OLD MAN, was hard-pressed to release himself for one thing and one thing only, The scroll saddled with his revenge for something he was never promised after endangering innocents in the past and then endangering more guards for a scroll. Take that in for a moment. Doesn’t that sound like loser behavior? Don’t you think maybe he could have taken that time to, I don’t know, think about why he wasn’t chosen or if he wanted literally anything else in his life. He had no one to talk to, so he should have been using that noggin’ for something useful but he didn’t. 

Oh, lookie here! It’s “THE CONSEQUENCES OF SHIFU’S ACTIONS NEGATIVELY AFFECTING THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM!” 

Also, this man is out of his goddamn mind. Like we have to move forward here so we can realize the full delusion in this single frame. But I’m getting off-topic, we have to talk about when he was rightfully denied the scroll. Now we have to note two very important lines here because Tai Lung fans have very selective memories, so we need these screencaps

Okay, that is the first line, the second is Po’s line before this, it’s very clear even to the common folk in the Valley, Tai Lung was an ambitious, selfish, and one-track-minded fella. With the line: “He turned bad and went to jail.” Now, let’s think back for a minute about Oogway’s morals. He supports people who are kind and uplift others even though sometimes they do questionable things, Shifu bullying Po-but that’s for another conversation. But he obviously would not pick someone who is solely focused on such a selfish goal. We all know the scroll is blank, and you have to love and accept yourself for who you are in the present. Tai Lung would not be able to understand much less accept that because he wanted the scroll to change him into something Shifu told him about, not Oogway. Oogway had every right to refuse Tai Lung, that’s his school, his house, his scroll and without him, he and Shifu would be without a roof. Now, remember what I said about Shifu’s beliefs in traditionalism right? You're supposed to listen to your master as they guide you, Shifu albeit a stubborn student and Master, listened to Oogway, and Tai Lung should have followed suit, he grew up there. But no he CHOSE to ruin everyone else's day, and let me show those innocents by the way. 

HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR SHIFU TO COMMIT FRAUD! Tai Lung showed what his ambition truly was and Shifu didn’t see until it broke right through him literally, Tai lung doesn’t even hesitate to swat his father aside before going for the scroll before Oogway stops him and spares his life for his old friend, Shifu. Because he cares. Oogway cared about Tai Lung and let him choose who he wanted to be. Remember? Actions have consequences. Tai lung has had two instances of his life where he could have chosen to do better and what did he do? He fucked it up. Just decided to be a bitch ass sore loser instead of bettering himself which is what Kung fu is about, it’s what Po did. But you know, that’s life.  Speaking of, Shifu is mostly at fault for this. I think everyone knows that? Oogway as I said above with the short, tries his best to guide Shifu on his horrid parenting journey but such is life. I’m sure we all know someone who shouldn’t be a parent and if we could we would ban them from being around children in general. Back on topic, Shifu has a problem of not listening to Oogway as we’ve established: - Didn’t listen til he got sick to let Tigress be herself - Bullied Po and didn’t listen until Oogway died - Filled his son and daughter’s heads with untrue folklore of the Dragon warrior missing key elements such as Kindness in the memo… - Also, he tried to “Well, ACK-TUALLY” him in an argument about control. Shifu is not a very bright man. And neither is his son. Po and Ping are a direct mirror to this though in the fact that, unlike Shifu, Mr. Ping stops and realizes his son is in distress about the whole situation and does something special. He tells him the secret ingredient which is nothing but believing something is special because he believes Po is special. Shifu stopped believing in his son, which is why Oogway asked him to promise to believe and even took his meek reply of “I’ll try.” When Shifu and Tai Lung met again they couldn’t mend what Tai Lung destroyed, not even an apology could heal what his son broke inside Shifu. And Oogway knew this. Because you can’t force a peach tree to grow into anything else but what it was meant to be. No one in the Jade Palace was meant to be the dragon warrior, they should have been training for themselves but they followed Shifu. Nothing was ever promised to anyone. And again, that’s the beauty of life, you can change. Every day you change, every time you look into that blank scroll you see every little change you worked for and some you got along the way figuring it out. Tai lung does not have that though, all he has is Kung fu and that’s Shifu’s fault. Not Oogway’s, you cannot blame someone who never promised you a thing and simply told you no. You have to move on.  Tai Lung even naively states, he only thought of Shifu’s opinion, never the Master who bestows the scroll itself. He was not in the present, all he wanted was the future he was never promised and blamed everyone else for it and hurt his own father, in the process. Not once, but twice. Shifu only admitted Tai lung was not meant to be the Dragon warrior and that it was never his decision to make and even goes so far as to ask Shifu to falsify the results of who the Dragon warrior is. Shifu was too late in allowing his son to dream. Oogway had nothing to do with any of their dramas. They decided to push themselves so far instead of cherishing the present. And that’s why Oogway is the best grandpa because he doesn’t force his ideals down your throat because he listens to your troubles without downplaying how bad you feel because he believes in the power of change that we all have but accepts we don’t always take the right path. That is the true gift. The gift of change. As for Kai um idc, he was stealing people’s chi, aka killing them, and being a horrible person to people who helped Oogway in his darkest hour, so fuck him. I still love his theme but again, Kai’s actions caught up with him and he caught them tortoise's hands for being an asshole.  Bye~! Also, Shen's a bitch too.

[nyxindustries]

Hate me Love Me| Tony Stark

Fandom: MCU( Msrvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Hate to love Relationship, Tony Stark x Reader, Tony X Fem reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DO NOT Interact, Sexual intercourse, BREIF language, Explicit content, Riding Tony, Tony taking control, enemies to lovers pairing, Unprotected Sex ( Wrap it before you tap it), slight dominant Tony.

Request: “Tony loves the reader (fem reader please, and she loves him too), but instead of confessing his love, he pretends that he hates her because he thinks she doesn't like him that way, but one day they are alone and she asks "why do you hate me?" and he says, "I actually love you" and she confess too, and they make love and stay together forever?”

| Masterlist |

Knocking on the door, you hear a simple 'yes' from the other side. Opening the door and entering the room while standing behind him as he works at his desk.

"The avengers left for their assignment. Just so you know, we're the only ones here. "You tell Tony Stark, who's sitting at his desk, with a bright light, working on a device.

Turning around, he glances at you briefly and rolls his eyes before turning away

“Okay, cool. You can now leave my room.” He says in a rude and abrupt manner.

“Alright, but don't have to be so rude. “ You say you're going to leave the room as Tony turns around again.

“I wasn't being rude. Maybe your ears checked, L/n." Tony says and you laugh at him.

“You were being rude, and all I was doing was giving you a heads up, so you can avoid me.” You're speaking in a rude, slight tone now.

Tony gets up and looks at you, rolling your eyes, as you turn and walks away as he grabs your hand.

"What is it? You're going to call me a rude name or insult my intelligence again. Ever since I got here, you haven't liked me. I don't care, but please show me some decency!” You yell as him as Tony counters your words and begins arguing and yelling over each other quickly.

Tony and I came to a halt as you both snapped.

"YOU! YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!"

“WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?”

Tony's voice is being drowned out by yours, leading to both of you yelling at each other at the same time. Tony shuts up and stare at you.

“Don't even...” you say as you turn away to get out of his room, as hot tears begin to blur your vision.

"I-... I-....." Tony said he started following you but stopping once you started stopping.

"You don’t want-… What? Say it Anthony because I am tired of this fighting and most of all I am tired-…" you say as you start snapping back at him as he cut you off all of sudden.

"I LOVE YOU…. I actually love you. He says, staring at you, and a laugh escapes your lips as you look away from him.

You love me? You have a really funny way of showing it. You're trailing off as you look off into his room, saying, 'I can't...'

"Look, I'm So-...." said Tony and you cut him off.

"You can’t just say that! You can’t just say that to me! You say as you hit his chest, and Tony sighs out as you hit his chest again.

“You can’t say that! Not to me! I’m not one of your play things! STARK! I’m not that! You can’t throw those around, this entire week you have been more bitchy than normal and you say you love me, that’s not-…. THAT'S NOT FAIR!” You scream at him when you hit his chest once more.

"Not fair…. It’s not…. IT'S NOT FAIR WHEN I LOVE YOU TOO… So you can’t just…… you can’t just say those words to me… unless you mean them and you don’t because you hate me…. Right? Do you hate me” You say breathlessly that your tears have started to fall one after the other as you push him away and hit him over and over until he grabs your hands.

Holding onto your arms tightly as he leans in kissing you. Freezing as you slowly melt into the kiss as Tony lets your arms go as they fall to your side, but you quickly pick them, grabbing Tony face as he slowly pushes you against the wall.

Tony's hands rest on your waist as you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him more. Both by pulling away to get air for a second as heavy breathing filled the room and it wasn’t until Tony started kissing, biting in your neck until you knew what was happening. It felt like a dream come true.

Tony moves away from your neck when you push him away from you, while you then push him onto his bed, making him smile with a smile as you tower over him.

“Are you sure you want this?” Tony asks, and you nod as Tony grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you into his lap.

"Yes.. Let’s just skip to the fun part already! I’ve been wanting this!” Kissing him, as Tony rips your blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere as he takes it off your blouse.

Your hands slip under Tony's shirt and you remove it. Tony slips your back as he unclips your bra with one hand, making you throw your bra across the room.

Tony takes you in as he chuckles to himself.

“'Oh, you're beautiful!” as you smile wide.

“Thank you” you say quietly into his ear before pushing Tony back onto his bed, but he grabs your hips and lower back as he flips you onto the bed.

Taking a breathless chuckle as you grab the sheets. Tony's eye is on you as he effortlessly unbuttons your pants and removes them with your underwear.

Smiling gently as he kisses you, Tony undoes his pants and takes off his underwear when his cock comes alive. Your legs wrap around Tony’s waist as you flip him back into the bed as you straddle him, kissing his lips and then slowly moving down to neck as Tony groans out.

Kissing Tony's chest and making him smile while he brushes your hair back. Back to his lips while you gently kiss him while your hand descends towards his cock. Slowly readjusting yourself as you lower onto his cock.

Tony entering herself and rests his hand on his chest, clutching his hands as you bite your lip.

Moaning out while closing your eyes and slowly moving your hips. Your breasts are being massaged by Tony while your nipples are being flicked at.

"Oh my god... fuck..you're huge." You moan as Tony starts sucking on your nipple as he slaps your butt with his other hand, making you gasp.

Tony's hands were on your hips now as he moved your hips, causing you to moan more as you started to take charge and bounce up and down quickly.

"Oh god!" You moan out as you swung your head back and begin bouncing more and more causing Tony to groan as he watches you and his hands go and play with your nipples and smack your ass.

Tony groans out, but he just couldn’t get enough, Tony grabbing your back as he throws you onto the bed as he towers over you and pulls you in more and into his cock as he begins thrusting.

Moaning louder than you can hear Tony sit up, as his hand pulls you in, kissing your neck and biting you in places you didn't know you would love.

“T-Tony..fuck me…more! Ah!! You say he began moving much faster as he smacked your breasts.

“Mhm, right there! ”As you moan out more as you kiss Tony, and he groans out as well.

The knot in your stomach grows bigger and bigger as you grab the bed sheets as Tony begins massaging your clit, making you moan louder.

As Tony's thrusts become messy and harder into you.

Yelling out, “shit…'I'm gonna cum!” Tony agrees quickly.

“Me too! Where do you want-“

“I don’t care! I’m on the pill! You moan out as Tony grabs your hips tighter as he slams into you as you fill warm liquid in you.

Moaning out as you cum all over his cock, Tony leans over as he kissed as breathing heavily and you look at him,

Your hands run through his hair quickly as he falls next to you.

Taking a deep breath as you begin laughing softly as Tony looks over at you. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because apparently my worst enemy just did me because he loves me!” You mutter out

“I can say the same thing about you. Honestly, you didn't do anything wrong. I just fell in love with you and couldn’t explain it… so I made it seem like I didn’t like you so I can push you away.” Tony says quietly

“I love you” You whisper as you lay on your side facing him

“I am in love with you. Do you want to be together forever? “ Tony asks almost shyly with a red tint on his face.

“Yes. I would love to.”

“Do you want to go to round two?” You ask and Tony laughs as he quickly nods, kissing you as he grabs your hips.

Tony's going down as you already felt his mouth and fingers are already inside you, as you moan closing your eyes.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 31 | part 32 | part 33 | part 34

“Robaire? Robaire? ROBAIRE!”

“Huh?” Robaire jumped when Jesse snapped in his face. “Oh, sorry, Jes. I guess I’m a little distracted.” He sighed. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Jesse snorted. “You’ve got paparazzi following you everywhere you go now that you and Janelle have gone public.”

“No—I mean, that is getting a little annoying, but she said it was best for us to do.” Robaire sighed. “It’s actually about my parents. Can you believe they don’t like Janelle? They think she walks all over me.”

Jesse stared at him. “You know Selina and I said the same thing to you forever ago, right? Do you really think all of us are wrong?”

“Yes, I do.” Robaire narrowed his eyes. “Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“I really, really want to, but I can’t be happy about a relationship that’s suffocating you like this.” Jesse admitted. “And it kills me that you can’t see what it’s doing to you.”

“Ugh, not you, too.” Robaire groaned. “You guys really need to back off with this. You’re acting like she has me in some type of chokehold.”

“Maybe because she does.” Jesse shrugged. “You’ve been acting so different ever since you met her and it’s bugging me. Hell, you’ve hardly even focused on the music like you said you would when we got back from the tour. You’ve only been over here like once.”

“I know, I know, but I’m always focused on the music. My whole life has been consumed by 4☆TOWN for the past three years, it’s nice just having something for me. I mean, don’t you want me to be as happy as you are with Selina?”

“Robaire, quit lying to yourself.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “This is not that and you know it.”

“How can you be so sure?” Robaire crossed his arms. “I mean, I know we haven’t been together as long as you guys, but she makes me feel alive.”

Jesse scoffed. “Alive in your pants maybe. What actual substance is there to your relationship? Every time you talk about her, all I hear is you giving and her taking.”

“Don’t they always say it’s better to give than to receive?” Robaire retorted. “Besides, I like doing things for her. You’re constantly doing things for Selina.”

“Yeah, of course I do things for her, but she does things for me, too.” Jesse reminded him. “After rough days at the studio, she lets me rest my head on her chest and listens while I rant about everything. And then on the anniversary of our prom night, she’ll tell me all the things that make her fall in love with me over and over again.”

“I get it, Jes, but—”

“Three months after we started dating, she came to my dad’s funeral and put up with the disgusted looks and racist remarks behind her back just because she wanted to be there for me.” Jesse narrowed his eyes. “Do you believe Janelle would do that for you? And I mean actually believe it, not just that you want to believe it.”

Robaire was quiet for a moment. “You know, you used to be cool.” He averted eye contact. “Now cuz I’ve got a girl of my own and I’m not spending all my time third wheeling you and Selina, you have a problem. You don’t even know her.”

“You’re right. I don’t know her.” Jesse agreed. “But I know you. You’re never this stupid, and you don’t let anything come before the band.”

“Oh yeah cuz—”

“No, not me. Not the other members.” Jesse stopped him. “The band. Your career. Your dream.”

Robaire was silent. He refused to look at him.

“Alright, fine. Be like that.” Jesse set his guitar down and got up. “You wanna keep lying to yourself, that’s up to you.” He glared over his shoulder. “But when shit hits the fan, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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