#how the Fuck did 900 posts end up in here...

[aerisxblade]

if you've ever wondered what's going on when i like your post & you don't see it for a while...yeah.

[lashling]

content: MDNI, fem!reader, smut (18+), rough sex, smoking (cigarettes), voyeuristic elements lol, dirty talk, lmk if I missed anything ~

v v loosely inspired by a manga I read + some personal experiences w neighbors and I mixed them tgt 😋 and I ran with it LOL first post gnight

900+ words

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Annoying Neighbor!Toji is a man of few words when you first moved in next door. You were struggling to carry heavy boxes of items as you moved in. Thankfully, your new apartment complex has an elevator, though it did take a few trips back and forth to get your belongings shifted inside your unit.

You first saw Toji as you waited for the elevator, on the nth trip of the day from your car, carrying another packing box of clothes. He said nothing— just held the elevator door open for you as you entered and pressed the 8th floor.

Rogueishly handsome, tall, and fit, he made you feel self conscious and somehow shy beside him.

“Hey,” you try to strike up a conversation with this stranger after a few seconds of silence. “I’m new here, I was wondering—“ as soon as the elevator door opens, he leaves you in the dust, acting like he didn’t hear what you said. You flush and grit your teeth, embarrassed and annoyed.

Annoying Neighbor!Toji is a smoker. You didn’t realise why your laundry smelled like cigarettes in the balcony until you spotted him one afternoon, lounging on a chair on his balcony beside yours with a cigarette in between his fingers.

It’s an irksome sight. The next day, you made sure to pointedly exaggerate your movements as you hung your laundry just as he was out there again, shooting daggers at him and his damn cigarettes.

He barely acknowledged you, only giving you a quick glance from top to bottom, and resumed to scroll on his phone, puffing and blowing smoke from his cigarette. Still, you noticed that from then on, he at least stopped smoking whenever your laundry is out. Small wins?

Annoying Neighbor! Toji is pretty handy, you’ve noticed. Small carpentry projects, bits of hardware, and DIY knickknacks are always cluttered around the apartment corridor in front of his unit. It’s a bit of an eyesore, but oh well. It’s not like it’s infringing on your side of the corridor space anyways.

Still, you try to make your own corridor walkway more pleasant by putting pots of pretty flowers and vibrant greenery so his mess bothers you less.

He’s an annoying neighbor. He’s rude and messy.

And despite all of that, you’re a little ashamed of how fast you’ve ended up in his bed, not even a month later.

Annoying Neighbor!Toji, again, isn’t very talkative— except when he’s fucking you. That’s when you find out he’s filthy.

He tells you the dirtiest things as his cock reaches your cervix. “Ya feel that, princess?” He gives you a wicked grin as he had you in the meanest mating press, his hulking frame holding you down so that you can’t run away from his deep, toe-curling thrusts.

You’re not sure if you can speak coherently anymore— the pulsing vein on the underside of his fat, girthy cock rubs that spot in your pussy walls so good, it’s like it’s scratching an itch you didn’t know you had.

Annoying Neighbor!Toji, again, likes to smoke on his balcony while sitting on his favorite lounging chair. But he discovered he liked it even more when you’re on top of him whimpering, sinking your hips on his tip as he takes long drags of his cigarette. He gives a teasing smirk as he blows the smoke in your flushed, panting face.

He’s got you hypnotised, hips pathetically moving and riding his fat cock in a dazed, needy, trance. He likes to feel those little pulses your cute pussy does around his length whenever he groans in your ear.

When he finally puts out the cigarette, his calloused, scarred hands guide your hips up and down his thick cock, just the way he liked it.

‘You like that we’re out here, princess? Hngh—your little wet pussy’s milkin’ me like you do…” he whispered in your ear, and is rewarded with another squeeze of your pussy and a petulant whine from your lips.

Annoying Neighbor!Toji, again, is a handy man—broken sinks, faulty washing machines, creaky tables—you’re able to depend on him for help. All it takes is a knock on his door, and he helps out his helpless, sweet little neighbor. You like to thank him with freshly baked goods and a nice cup of tea some times. Most of the time though, he’s thanked by your wet pussy as he fits his fat tip into you when you’re bent over the thing he just fixed.

He’s not too bad, this neighbor of yours. Eventually, Annoying Neighbor!Toji becomes your boyfriend. Then also your roommate.

Some of his habits still get on your nerves, but you’ve learned to live with them, especially since he knows how to apologise at night.

[legy]

hi! i'm caelum. you might know me from @goldentruths-pod or from posting online. im in a financial quicksand pit and i really, really, really need help.

i'm disabled and receive approx ~$950 a month from social security. this has gone from "rough but survivable" when i first started receiving SSI to "i am literally not making ends meet" in 2024. right now my current status is that i am covering my basic needs but any kind of extra purchases are impossible. and the extra purchases i need to make keep piling up because i just can't afford them. some things i need include, in vague level of priority:

dolphin, my cat, is years overdue for a vet visit. this is going to be $300 minimum, possibly more because she has an adversarial relationship with the vet. she needs dental work done which they had quoted me as being $1500 but ive been putting it off for so long that i would not be surprised if that's more expensive too

i have learned today that my gold crown needs to be replaced. really unhappy about this one. it was a miserable experience the first time (everything that went wrong did go wrong, i'll spare you the details) but what is relevant here is that my insurance does not cover this and it was $900 last time. insurance also does not cover extracting the tooth either so that's cool. i have some time before this one is due (my next consult is in july)

my phone is approaching "unusably broken". i've had it for close to 4 years now. the call speaker no longer works (i can only use the phone on speaker mode) and it struggles to run apps or a web browser which makes things like GPS pretty dire. this would be like ~$100-$150 probably, i havent done serious phone shopping yet

my driver's license is expired and i need to get a new one. this was $110 last time. note i havent driven a car in years due to the disability but it's really valuable to have a universally recognized form of photo ID and ive already been hassled over it being expired

god this one is so embarrassing to get into but i had to flee my previous apartment last year due to it escalating into a DV situation. the other tenants did not pay the heating bill, which was in my name (and my dumb ass didnt close the account because it was the middle of february and i didnt want to freeze them to death) so i have a $250 utility bill in collections. i might be able to dispute or debt forgiveness this one but tbh ive been so fucking drained given everything else going on and also my phone barely works so i havent pursued it. especially since i can't afford to pay it if i cant challenge it

i would really like to have a passport again. my previous one was destroyed by my landlord in 2018 but even if it wasnt it'd also be expired now. not sure how much this one costs. likely $200?

my food stamps were slashed in half (covid emergency ending lol) and do not cover my food costs for the month so im paying like $150 a month on food that i didnt have to previously. i can maybe fix this one but im slowly losing my mind from malnutrition from trying to not go into debt and also eat. so i havent had it in me to go 1v1 welfare bureaucracy and possibly make everything even worse

my shoes are probably two months out from fully decomposing. they were $100 three years ago and id like to get something comparable given they lasted me this long

the rest of my clothes are also very literally becoming threadbare, falling apart, or are too big and keep slipping off. i legitimately feel embarrassed to go in public these days because i dress so shitty all the time

insurance doesnt cover my HRT anymore so that's $30 a month i didnt used to have to pay

im sorry this turned into such a ramble. i'm in such a bad way right now, i have been for quite a while and the dental work news is really just the final straw. i can't really have a fundraising goal because due to the SSI asset limit i can never own more than $2000. & i'm aware both that this is the poor people sending each other the same 20 dollars website and that there are people urgently trying to raise money to escape an active genocide. but i held off from making this post as long as possible & idk what else i can do

anyway if theres anything you can contribute to help me i would appreciate it more than anything. at the very least i need to do something about my tooth.

http://paypal.me/hivehum

[yllwjktscult]

Accidentally coming out during a game (that went horribly wrong)

!!disclaimer!!- english is NOT my native language so there for sure will be grammar mistakes (sorry🥹)

!Platonic yellowjackets x reader!

WC: cca 900 (it was 832 before editing here bcs i add some more, so idk rn 💀)

TW: mention of blood?, a LOT of cursing (✋🏻😭 my bad guys sns i curse like a sailor and im sarcastic asf)

this is official my first ff in here and i decided to post this one first because this season is heavy asf and the stuff i write are heavy too, idk what happiness is so lmfao sorry ✋🏻😭 this is like a preview of how i write. Anyway!!! next week ill post fist part of (un)lucky- a blessing or a curse? if you are interested in sad fucked up ffs that will rip your heart out, here is a preveiw for it.. sooo to light the mood up heres one of the very few happy ffs in my notes that are marinating here for weeks. Hope you will enjoy it 🫶🏻🥹

Soccer wasnt something you particularly liked or were obsessed over. It wasnt really your thing. But you liked the feeling of shutting your brain off, running on the field after a ball, either trying to steal the ball or pass it over. You only focus on the ball, your teammates and the opposite team.

Not on whats going on outside the field, when the game or practice is over. You just focus on the moment.

You enjoy the wind over your body as you run, chasing after the ball. You enjoy the adrenalin in your veins and you for sure enjoy the burning sensation in your body when you push yourself over the edge of your limits.

And today was not any different that usual.

You are running on the field, your coaches screaming at your team and as well you can hear the cheering of your classmates, other friends and teachers on the bleachers as the game was going on.

You got the ball and you quickly glanced at Nat, waiting for a signal from her to pass the ball. When she nodded you passed it to her.

You thought it went smooth, but that was until a godzilla from the other team decided to tackle you to the ground, by tripping you.

As you passed the ball and was still running not paying attention, thats when the fucked up godzilla from other team did it. You fell right down to your face with a somersault (?sns idk how to fucking say that word in english but google said this so, but at the end is what i meant🫶🏻) with a loud thud as your head hit the ground. You groaned as you laid on the field on your side and rolled on your back with your hands over your now bloody face saying a loud muffled 'fuck' thru your hands.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, even the other team stopped.

Your teammates run up to you and as well coach Ben.

"Shit are you okay?" asked Taissa as she crouched beside you.

"fuck fuck fuck" your keep repeating as you keep your eyes shut holding your bloody face. Your head was pounding, you could feel the metalic taste of blood from your nose slowly entering it down to your face thats covered by your hands at the moment.

"Shit" you could faintly hear Nat curse under her breath.

"Hey hey hey look at me" you could hear Bens faint gentle yet strict voice and you did as he wanted.

You could see Taissa, Ben and Lottie crouched beside you as the rest standed around you in a circle. Taissa and Lottie by your sides and Ben in front of you, next to your legs.

"You look rough" said Nat and Shauna swat her chest with a look that could be interpreted like 'girl shut up'.

You saw hazy, blurry and you felt so disoriented, the pounding in your head and the ringing in your ears didnt help at all.

Unknown to you, your bloody hand grabbed Lotties hand for support as you laid there like a fish that was taken out of the water, looking at Ben wondering why he asked to look at him.

Lottie held your bloody hand with no question asked and Taissa put a hand on your shoulder as form of comfort.

"Can you look straight at me?" he waved his hand in fromt of you, but you couldnt fully hear him, so you started as his lips but couldnt make it what he was saying due to your ears ringing and pounding headache starting. So you asked 'what?!' breathlessly and confusion written all over your face and he repeated it, you flickers your gaze around everyone, because you didnt cath it fully, you heard 'you look straight'.

With confusion and being disoriented you said "no im bisexual, i dont look straight".

You just came out to your Coach, the other team and confirmed to your teammates who didnt know but were suspicious that you are bisexual by accident.

You friends tried to sniffle a laugh meanwhile coach ben was flabbergasted.

Lottie was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing and as well Nat, Taissa and Van.

It was not on their bingo list for you to come out to them like that.

"No sweetie, he asked if you can look at him straight, your eyes are little uneven" Taissa said slowly, trying not to smile and hold a laugh so you could lip read what she was saying as you looked at her lips.

You mouth your mouth into an 'o' shape and your teammates giggled again, meanwhile Ben had his cheeks red. He did not expect for you to come out to him like that, in fact like never.

Misty just run with a towel and hand it to your bloody nose "Shit girl, you might have a concussion, your pupils are dilated".

When Misty said that, both Taissa and Lottie helped you to go to the bleachers where you sat, with now bloody towel up to your nose.

After a couple of minutes after Misty gave you some painkillers and water, Taissa decided to bring the topic back.

"I cant believe you just came out to our coach when you werent fully yourself" Taissa laughed and Lottie sniffled a laugh as both girls looked at you, sitting on the bench like a kid that got scolded.

"Well.. its kind of iconic" Lottie pointed out as she giggled, sitting next to you.

"oh god fuck me" you whined as you titled your head back, holding the towel up to your nose trying to stop the bleeding.

You knew you would get teased after this day, and oh boy you WERE.

At any given moment your friend could, they would bring that up and make fun of you.

Ben on the other hand was lowkey proud of you, he never got the guts to came out and it made him happy to know hes not alone, but avoided looking at you for few days when you all were practicing.

But after that, you and coach ben had this father-daughter relationship.

Oh and btw, you did get a light concussion and your team won after you got left on the bench with Misty and everyone went back to the game. The godzilla from other team got a red card.

(this is what happened basically, im terrible at describing these things, just imagine doing this and on top of that doing another one and falling on your face, thank you!!! ✋🏻😭)

[hey-august]

Hi hii

Do you also write angst?

If so...I'm genuinely curious on what's your take if Buggy's partner was severely injured and in the verge of death in his arms.

Don't mind me,,just craving a freshly baked Buggy angst 🤡

-soupsprout

Ahhhh, sorry this took a bit!

I love angst, but I've only ever written relationship-angst. Like poor communication skills or intense self-loathing.

This was a fun one to try! Fun and painful! I kinda hurt now! 🥲 I hope it hits the spot for you, @soupsprout

The ending is ambiguous and there isn't comfort because I like the pain, but I have an idea for an uplifting ending and one for a painful ending. LMK if you're interested in hearing about either 😉

Edit: Sad ending here

WC: ~900 Warnings: NSFW - grievous injury & blood, Buggy x GN!reader, established relationship, angst no comfort

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Injuries are inevitable during a fight, and this was a fucking ambush. The crew was bound to collect new wounds and scars when they started at a disadvantage. But when shit hits the fan, they’re relentless. This time, that was a bad fucking trait.

As the din diminished and the ship drifted into eerie post-battle quiet, Buggy found you sitting against a wall. The crewmates you fought alongside were also in various states of reprieve. Leaning on crates, crouching on the ground, some even laying down as they caught their breaths. But none of them were sitting in a growing puddle of blood. None of them looked as ashen as you did. The sticky red hand squeezing your leg told the story.

Ripping his bandana off his head, Buggy sprinted over to you and kneeled on the dirty ground. He peeled your hand back, exposing the gash. This was real bad. The placement was bad. The depth was bad. He could see the surge of blood come and go, following your heartbeats. Biting the hem of his bandana, Buggy tore it into strips and wound them just above the wound. Tight but not too tight - he remembered that much.

You winced as he tied a knot and tried to push his hands away. Adrenaline dulled the pain from the original wound, but all this extra shit was too much.

“Stop,” you whined, smearing blood from your hand to his wrist. 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay?”

“Don’t, Buggy…it hurts enough, just leave it.” 

“Fuck, no! Listen, we need to stop the bleeding. I have to…” 

Buggy didn’t know how to tell you that he needed to pack the wound and it was not going to be pleasant. It had been years since he had to dress a wound like this. He didn’t have to do this for himself since eating the goddamn Devil Fruit and his crew had a doctor to tend to the others. Right, a doctor!

Dragging the closest crew member over by the collar of their shirt, Buggy started shouting, “YOU! Go get the doctor, get a medic, fuck - just go get someone! Get fucking Mohji!”

The pirate scrambled to their feet and yanked another mate up to join him in a search for help.

“Mohji?” you repeated with a soft laugh.

“He can help. He takes care of Richie, maybe he knows-”

“I’m not a lion, Buggy. It’s not the same.” 

Your over-dramatic condescending tone could have fooled the pirate into believing you were okay if your voice didn’t shake. If you weren’t talking more with your eyes shut than open. If you hadn’t lost enough blood that it was seeping into the knees of his pants.

“I dunno, you’re as annoying as Richie.” 

You smiled but didn’t respond. 

Buggy glanced around the room, which was nearly empty. The only ones left were the ambushers who didn’t survive and anyone who couldn’t run through the ship. No one had come back with any fucking help, though. 

“Hey, keep your eyes open,” Buggy said, squeezing your cheeks. 

You did what he asked, but it took a few tries. Your eyes fluttered shut more than once before you succeeded in keeping them open.

“M’tired, Buggy,” you said in a low voice. A sad voice. A scared voice.

“You can sleep later. I’ll even let you sleep on my side of the bed, okay? Just stay awake for now. Captain’s orders!”

Another smile, softer than the last one. Even Buggy could hear the desperation cracking in his throat.

“I have to do one more thing to stop the bleeding, alright? It’ll hurt and then you’ll feel better. Take a deep breath for me, okay? You can do that?”

You nodded and inhaled. It was slow and stuttering as you tried to take in as much air as you could. Buggy waited until you were too focused on breathing before jamming a wad of torn fabric into the leaking wound. He winced as you let out a loud groan and your whole body stiffened in pain.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m all done. You did so good.” 

Buggy rushed to comfort you, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with the back of his hands. Blood didn’t make him nauseous, but the sight of his palms stained red with yours did. Nauseous and nervous.

Your eyes were closed again. He asked you to open them. He asked again. They cracked open just a little. Enough to make him feel better and feel worse.

“Hey, what do you call a lion at the South Pole?”

“What?” Your head tilted and your brows tightened. You were thinking.

Buggy watched your lips move slowly as you repeated his question.

You opened your eyes a little wider and looked at him with as much confusion as you could muster. You shook your head slightly. 

“Oh, you don’t know?” he teased with a big grin. A fake smile to keep you distracted. “Keep thinking about it. If you just can’t figure it out, I’ll tell you when you get better. Alright?”

You mouthed an affirmative response, but didn’t make a sound.

“So it’s a deal? You’ll get better and then I’ll tell you the answer. You gotta get better, though, okay?” 

Buggy grabbed your hands, hoping you couldn’t feel how he was shaking. He wished he couldn’t feel how cold you were.

You nodded and closed your eyes to think.

[gojirarity]

Isolated

A quick one-shot Soojin update for her birthday.

Genre: Smut, End of the World, Mutual Masturbation

900++ words.

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It was all quick. One day Soojin was performing in front of a small crowd. She thank the crowd and stepped down to the stage and into her dressing room to take off her make-up and wear casual clothes. Her manager and make-up stylist then took a quick breather. After a loud sound she heard from outside, she quickly steps out. She scouts the venue. Suddenly everyone's gone. She quickly do the first thing she always did when she didn't know what to do, contact her manager. No answer. She tries to contact anyone from her company, family, and friends. Still no reply from any of them. She tried calling the police, just a beeping sound from the other line. Made a social media post so everyone can see, no one commented, not even a single view from her posts. "It can't be right? Someone's must be out there?", she thought to herself.

Approximately three month after, she went down from a hotel room that she made her own room after everything that happened. She already accepted the fact that she is alone and going to be this way, up until she walks down the sidewalk and saw a car with a person in it. She's found you sleeping in the driver's seat of your car, sleeping. She became happy, seeing another person. She checked for your vitals, after knowing that you're healthy, she wakes you up. Soojin: Hey. Wake up. Can you hear me? Y/N: Hmmm.... Hey... Soojin: Are you okay? Do you feel disoriented? Y/N: No. What time is it? Soojin: 8:40-ish a.m. Why? Y/N: Oh shit! I am late for work. She sees you searching for your phone. You realized that your phone is back in your unit. You then stepped out of the car and realized that there's something weird going on. The roads are dirty. Lots of animal nests in the streets and some other wastes were scattered. Most importantly, no people other than her. The eeriness that the silence evoked rests on him. Soojin saw you looking at the streets, building and where you two stand.

Soojin: Do you have a name? Blank: My name's Blank. W-What's happening here? Soojin: Well, Blank, welcome to the apocalypse. Blank: Wait, what do you mean? Soojin: Everyone else disappeared. I still don't know why. Hell, I am still confused that you are here.

You did the same thing she did when she saw everyone else disappeared. Checked on friends, family or anyone you know. Checked the internet. Checked the police. None. At this point, you panicked. Soojin: Listen to me, all we have is each other for now. I think it is important if we stick together. ************************************************************************ Months turned into a whole year. You two were more casual now than before. Everyday, you scout a nearby place to see if there are any food that you two can bring back home to the formerly lavish hotel. On lucky days, you will see a good canned food. You two traded stories of how you two were living your life in the past. She considers you as a friend now, and you consider her as your closest confidante. One afternoon, after scouting the nearby supermarket, you hear a sound from her room.

Blank: Soojin? You good?

Worried, you quickly went in her room unannounced. What you see shocked you. She's naked in her bed. Her left hand is in her left nipple and what seemed to be a phallic object inserted in her cunt. She was shocked to see you. She stopped for the moment. But she just continued. As a matter of fact, she became more aggressive on pleasuring herself.

Soojin: What?! First time seeing a hot woman masturbating? Blank is speechless. He never saw her in this light before, let alone almost nude. But he felt his body heating up. Soojin: Fuck! Yes! Just watch me Blank. I want you to see me at my dirtiest! Yes. I'm such a slut! Oh..... Soojin's right hand became faster at fucking herself with the dildo. Her left hand is now pinching her exposed left breast roughly. Blank just watched, amazed at her friend getting high in lust. It is too far from the usual shy but soft-spoken Soojin. Soojin: Fuck! Oh yes! I'm so dirty Blank! Blank's cock throb, urging him to join her. He slowly stepped in front of her and unbuckles his pants, and pulls down his cock, revealing it to Soojin. Soojin: Fuck! Stroke it for me. I want your cum dripping on me. Blank: Where? Soojin: I don't care! Just pop that cum in me! Blank stroke his cock right before Soojin. Soojin became more motivated and close to cumming now. Her stare goes back and forth at his face and at his member. Blank feels he is close to orgasm. His hands went faster. He aims his cock at her face. Soojin: Yes. Sully my face with your cum darling. Blank: Fuck Soojin! I'm close! Here it is! Soojin: Me too! Fuck yeah! Blank's cum squirted in Soojin's face. It landed on her cheeks, forehead, and eyes. She even tasted some when she shouted as she cums on her own. She squirted on Blank's leg. The two take a breather. Blank: I'm so sorry to barge in here Soojin. I thought you were in trouble. Soojin: Don't. I don't regret anything that just happened here. Blank: Oh.... Soojin: As a matter of fact, want this to be a regular thing? With that, both your cock and her nipples stiffen again. You two are ready for more.

[uselessdetectivepip]

Introduction post!! Call me Uhh idk Romio i guess 🥀

Im not very active here i will only work on it when im bored so be patient :3

Hi im working on the most dogshit au called useless detective pip where pip gets impersonated by professor chaos (as seen in this image) and pip tries to solve who is dehydrating people by putting sleep poisoning in their drinks..

im definitely not @piripiip

Im doing this AU for fun ^_^

only one person is working on this which is me.

the art style is meant to be terrible and less time consuming to draw, you don’t need good art anyways. Also my art is inspired or heavily inspired by Sentaku-bune, i don’t normally draw like this on my main and the piripiip acc. The downgraded version of my art style is basically the ones in the comics i made here, you can search up kkhta and see the resemblance.

Characters:

OBVIOUSLY PIP! Idk what species he is specifically in this au so its up for your interpretation, hes referred to whatever just like how professor chaos called him “Tsukumogami” but hes most likely just a random spirit. He usually doesn’t mind read but in this au he does for once, his usual abilities is basically fucking up your brain. Hes supposed to get a skeletal grandma execution. Pips personality is supposed to he odd/strange, his eyes are usually wide opened and he doesn’t blink. It doesn’t hurt his eyes though but he just doesn’t blink but also he has webbed fingers too

Professor chaos/butters obviously 🙄 he poisons drinks n shit to dehydrate and cause fear and chaos, he impersonates as pip just to ruin his reputation even more.

Craig tucker he helps pip solve this absolute mess but pip passed out so Craig threw his on the rug

Clyde so uh hes just terrified and thinks that pip poisoned the drinks when its butters that did

Brimmy is just there he’s a rokurokubi i think, his neck only elongates when theres a full moon cuz hes the alpha

Stan, he got poisoned and sent to the hospital but also a monster hunter but also not? Weird

Theres others but im not listing them since they don’t have a role or a role yet

Fax for no reason:

This was supposed to be a parody of foul detective satori but nah i gave it its own story but id say its inspired by foul detective satori

Pip is 900 years old, stan is 1000 years old only because so its hard for others to tell if hes a human or not.

This should’ve been called grandpa park…

Pip might end up in a wheelchair refrencing wheelchair detective satori

Professor chaos design here is inspired by Tsubakura Enraku and reimu hakurei

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Scare

Warnings: none , fluff , soft Jake

Parings: Jake X female reader

word count: 900

A\n:first time posting here . I don't really know how it works but anyways

"Shit it's been 20 minutes" sam sucks in a sharp breath of air , his eyebrows pinched in worry. 

"WHAT!?" Josh yells , mortified.

"AND HOW MUCH AIR DOES HE HAVE!?" you yell , equally as mortified as you grab the edge of the boat , looking over into the water to see any signs of Jake .

"Enough to last him a little more an 15 minutes" danny says . The four of you equally worried and panicked .

"Shit where the fuck is he !?" You scream , the stillness of the water made it the air tense .

"Calm down Jake can take care of himself" danny tried to reassure eveyone but you could hear the worry in his voice.

You started thinking of the worst possible things that could've happen to him , tears starting to swell your eyes as you eagerly watched the water , hoping Jake came up .

Tears began streaming down your face when you imagined the thought of something horrible happening to Jake because of this . When everyone told him not to dive when he didn't have enough air . The thought of  having to pull him out , his funeral . You couldn't. You couldn't do it .

"THERE HE IS!" Josh squealed, pointing at a dark shadow in the water , making the rest of you exclaim in relief, going up to the end of the boat to help Jake out the water .

He tiredly pulled himself onto the boat and took his mouth piece off in relief as he gasped for air .

"You fucking bastard you scared us!" Josh helped Jake off the floor .

"Haha!" Jake broke into a wicked smile through his tiredness.

It made you furious how Jake had the audacity to find this funny when you were literally in tears . But you couldn't say anything.

You weren't Jake's girlfriend but you were on the verge of it . You and Jake had a love hate relationship where the both of you pretended to despise eachother, when it was obvious how much y'all cared for eachother. Being mean to eachother was your love language. It was just a matter of time till he asked you to date him .

"Aw did i scare you sweetheart?" Jake teased with a laugh , when he noticed your mortified pale face , leaning in to peck your cheek before walking past you to Danny .

The day went by and all you could think of was the thought of losing Jake . It made you feel horrible. Even tho the others had forgotten about it and continued back to the shore and enjoy their day at the beach house , you just couldn't digest the fear you felt .

You walked into Jake's room . He had a towel around his waist and was drying his hair right out of the shower and barely acknowledged your presence.

You walked over to his dressing table and figited with his necklaces and rings , admiring his earring hoops and other accessories while waiting for him to dress.

"Gave you quite the scare huh? You've barely spoken anything since we got off the boat" jake says as he adjusted the clothes he just put on , walking over to you .

"It's not funny Jake" you swallow, trying to hold back your tears as you rubbed your thumb over one of his pendents.

"It is a little" he giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hooked his neck over your shoulder.

"No! You really scared me!" You yell as your voice cracked , breaking down into tears.

"Hey-" jake's face dropped dead serious as he turned you around to face him . 

But you couldn't let him see you cry , your hands immediately covered your face as you cried into them .

Jake pulled you into his chest and patted your head as you cried into your palms .

"I'm right here love , it's alright" Jake spoke , his voice serious for once , and weirdly comforting.

"Don't ever fucking do anything like that again" you warn as you broke away from him , wiping your face and trying to contain yourself but you couldn't help but pathetically cry .

You wrapped your arms around him and mentally thanked the starts you had him standing in front of you .

"I'm sorry" Jake caressed your back , placing a kiss at the top of your head.

He held you in his embrace for a moment, saying nothing to let you calm down . And once you did he broke the hug slightly to look at your face .

"Hey y|n?" Jake asked , taking your hand between both his hands . You have him a question mark look for him to continue what he had to say .

"Look , I have something to say about us , besides all fun and games and whatever this teasing and roasting eachother thing we got going on, I think- i might be- I'm in love with you" he stutters nervously , your eyes widened. You'd never seen Jake so serious about anything. You never expect him to say something like this. It had to be a joke .

"seriously?!" You gasp as you stare at him in shock . He nods with a bright cheesy smile .

"God- I love you Jake. Especially today when I thought you died! And I thought I was being stupid but I really can't deal with the thought of losing you" You yap in excitement and he couldn't help but let out a giggle. A genuine giggle of happiness.

"I don't wanna lose you either y|n" Jake said , cupping your face while leaning in to kiss you . You could feel him smiling widely through the kiss , and so were you .

[crystallizedkingdoms]

star

A light burned in a heart thought empty. Thistle looked up from a lake with no fish and felt its dying rays.

wc: 900

(mitskis new music video and the fact i finished the dungeon meshi manga earlier this week did something evil to me okay. and I wrote this in like an hour. also this is post canon so major fucking spoilersssss. so yeah. btw you can read this on ao3)

Thistle laid in a lake with no fish with a light in his chest.

He didn’t care to understand the light, nor its crackling heat. He didn’t care about it any more than he cared about the water that cradled him up, or the empty bowl of soup that someone fed him earlier, or the air in his lungs. But he didn’t need to care to feel how that light glowed from within. He felt it bloom from the middle of his chest, how it entangled itself in his bones, tugged on his ribcage, bit at his lungs with a steady fervour.

What was it? Where did it come from? Thistle thought he neither knew nor wanted to find out the answers to those questions, but in truth, the knowledge stayed nestled in the back of his head. If he just pushed a little, outstretched a little inner curiosity, he could analyze this light. Understand everything about it and how it once consumed him.

But he couldn’t. So Thistle allowed it to wash over him, and he sensed it instead of feeling it; observed it from a distance instead of truly caring. He felt the light and its warmth, how it flittered inside of him, until it enveloped him from top to bottom. The light wrapped him up like a beloved gift, inside and out, in such a familiar way that Thistle dimly wondered where it came from.

Knowledge bristled from the back of his mind and his heart kicked in his chest.

Oh, Thistle realized. It was the most obvious thing in the world, even when he was like this. It’s my love. For Delgal.

The revelation does not surprise Thistle. He did not wonder how it got there and he did not lean into the light’s warmth when he remembered what it was. That’s not supposed to be there anymore, is the only thought in his mind. A blunt statement, but a true one nonetheless. Thistle was always good at those, so it came natural to him in his state of emptiness.

The light burned in his chest. It started to hurt as it singed his heart and ate his bones. Thistle didn’t care that it hurt, but his reflexes were still intact. Like a hand pulled away from a burning pot before one could even be consciously aware of the flame. He looked up, flinched and reached towards it with a sullen face, and upon touching his chest, he clutched his love right out his chest.

It wasn’t there. Where Thistle thought the light was coming from, where his hands should have touched its source, he felt nothing. Not even magically. Thistle couldn’t even tell if his heart was the source. As he looked over himself and the light that settled on him, it didn’t feel right. It was a travelling light. Even when it seemed stagnant, it remained transient. Fleeting, like a school of small fish. The source, his desire, was long gone, but here its remains rested. 

Leftovers. Thistle moved his hand back down to his side, but the water didn’t ripple below him. Like me.

Thistle wasn’t sure how long this light would last. It would end, one day, it would end. The last few rays of golden light from a golden country would one day descend upon his golden heart and betray the truth that, Yes, Thistle, your love is truly gone. Like a star, hundreds of light-years away, once exploded up in the skies above, and your people only realized it had died those hundreds of years later. And he would be in the dark yet again. He would lose Delgal a second time.

Thistle closed his eyes, and he could smell more soup and hear more people. The scratchy sheets of a tattered bed replaced the soothing waves of the lake from before. Thistle didn’t want to question what happened or answer anything those people right next to him wanted to say. Thistle didn’t care. 

But his heart, like a hand pulling away from a burning pot, held onto it anyway. When his heart held on, he could feel it. He could feel Delgal, and all the vague memories of love and loss he held for his brother. The nights of giddy sleepovers, sharing soup, clinking of wine goblets. He was a king, a prince, a boy who once held him in his arms and gave him purpose in life. Though Thistle never recalled where he once was before being taken in by the royal family, his heart took it all in. His heart had been taught to love. His heart had been trained to live for somebody. For Delgal. That was one reflex and one light, forged over a thousand years, that couldn’t have been wiped in an instant.

It was foolish. It was hardly real. A subject always lived for their king. Thistle knew that now in his uncaring head. But that light burned and he couldn’t get it to stop. Even his conscious thought, He’s gone. For good. That’s the truth, he didn’t care enough to force his heart to let go. Because despite it all, wasn’t it worth it? Wasn’t it worth holding on?

Thistle looked up. He had no desire to do so, but he did, even when the annoying tallman kept begging for his attention. He kept looking up.

It was his love, no matter…

[woodsdyke]

i meant to post this for halloween and never did. happy belated halloween here's 900 words about murdering your sister but she gets better

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It’s hard to tell if it’s six feet, but it’s close.

The hastily dug hole, not much of a rectangle but he can’t say he was going for precision, yawns up in front of him like a pair of waiting jaws.

He sits on the ground with an exhausted groan, dead grass crunching underneath him. He wipes sweat from his brow and the back of his hand comes back streaked in blood. Maybe his, maybe not.

When the body lands in the grave, it does so with a dull thump that makes nausea roil in the pit of his stomach. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters as he reaches for the shovel, and isn’t quite sure if he means it.

---

It was over money, because of course it was. People have always loved killing each other over a bit of gold, just enough to get another meal or so much that they will never know what to do with it, hoarded for no reason other than a deep-seated sense of greed that, if they’re unlucky, will strip away their humanity piece by piece, like wet parchment, maybe torn like a piece of bloodstained old linen.

It’s enough money to make him and his whole family comfortable for the rest of their lives and then some, for their children and their children’s children.

It doesn’t stop the guilt from following him like a hungry coyote, matted fur and bright yellow eyes.

---

She looks at him, calm, gaze even, says ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you’, and drops dead on the floor.

---

He tells Sadie. He has no idea why he tells her, but does all the same, because keeping her in the dark just feels like another strike against him, another tentative step towards the point of no return. ‘Jesus Christ, Arden,’ she tells him, sitting across the table, leaning forward with her hands clasped on the tabletop in front of her. He doesn’t know what her expression means, brow furrowed, lips pursed into a thin line. He looks at her, hopelessly, and tries to say something but no words come out and then that’s it. Sadie gets up from the table wordlessly and walks out of the room. Arden doesn’t follow her.

They never talk about it again.

The final story is that his sister got into a brawl at a local bar and ended up unlucky, bullet to the skull, sudden and tragic. But she was always a difficult one, hot-headed and always ready for a fight, so it doesn’t surprise anyone much.

Arden dreams of a mound of soil in a clump of trees in the middle of a cornfield.

--

He receives the inheritance in full. He signs the last piece of paperwork, pen scratching against parchment, and his hand shakes so much the letters look warped. He tells himself this is how it was supposed to be. She wouldn’t have even wanted it. She didn’t care about the money. She would have thrown it away on a whim. A voice somewhere in the back of his head asks why he murdered her over it, though, why he took it so far, why he let her bleed out on his expensive Persian rug, why he dragged her bloody corpse to that clump of trees and dug an almost-six-foot-deep hole and didn’t even put a cross or a particularly nice rock, because he thinks and overthinks and feels a deep-seated terror of someone finding that pile of dirt and asking questions.

That Sunday, he goes to confession.

He worries the hem of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, looking down at the floor, at the bit of dull, yellowed light shining through between the floor and the confessionary door.

“I killed my sister,” he says, helplessly. “I killed my sister and Father, I don’t know if I regret it.”

--

He wakes up covered in cold sweat, heart in his throat, and climbs quietly out of bed, taking care not to wake Sadie. He throws on a coat and some boots and closes the front door silently behind him. It’s cold, frost crunching under his shoes as he walks, breath a small cloud of fog with every exhale. It’s a new moon, so the darkness stretches on far out into the distance, as if the sun might decide to never rise again. Arden goes to the shed in the backyard and finds what he’s looking for. Then he heads for the cornfield.

The clump of trees in the middle of that field is more threatening than he remembered the last time he was here. The dark, spindly shadows loom up at him, bare branches shuddering in the wind almost as if they have a mind of their own.

He picks up his shovel and starts to dig.

He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know what is compelling him to do this, what the end goal is supposed to be, what he expects to find. What sort of closure he thinks this will give him, even if he knows the answer is not even a scrap.

He digs all the same.

Then it’s done, five feet and change into the dirt, and Arden fights the urge to just lay down and stay there. His arms are shaking from exertion and his clothes are covered in dirt and grime. He wipes his face with his sleeve, and it comes back red.

Arden looks down at his sister’s final resting place and curses an empty grave.

[kuwdora]

for the ao3 wrapped writers ask game: 17 and/or 29 pretty please!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Mmmm, this year?? Vilgefortz. I had a very Specific Itch to scratch and golly, I sure did indulge myself—and @reinvent-and-believe and @sidprescot too, mwahahaha. The TWN Thanedd episode came and went with Vilgefortz. His scenes with Geralt worked me into a froth because I absolutely needed more because how much I loved their book scenes. And honestly it’s not right how truncated Vilgefortz' dialogue is in the show. And thus my brain overheated and Ouroboros happened. It really was that saying—write for that group of like 3 or 5 people who are gonna lose their minds. And they did. I think @littlestsnicket's brain melted and I'm not sure @sidprescot will be the same lol. It was great. I winked so hard at my readers that my eye fell out and @reinvent-and-believe picked up my eye, cleaned it off and handed it back to me and @sidprescot is just foaming at the mouth and brain the whole fucking time (ilu all). I also managed to post more about writing/drafting this fic than anything else I’ve written in the last few years, lol god. I have 15 million witcher thoughts at any given time (mostly about yennefer and yennskier and geraskier) but this is what i manage to post the most about, sdflakjsdf. I love Witcher canon blending and riffing on themes, okay. My blending is not to everyone's tastes, but yeaaahhh I had quite the time writing Vilgefortz this year. All the Continental art history was so much fun to weave throughout the story.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Here’s my favorite passage from chapter 1 of Ouroboros, it’s about 900 words. I loved starting the fic off with the TWN characterizations and then running with it back to some book vibes and all my feelings about all the canons and aaaand and…lots of things. Love this whole passage. Indulgent.

“Doesn’t appear to be much glory in this gallery,” Geralt said, gesturing at the vertical diptych he was studying.

Vilgefortz nodded and strode closer to point out the relevant details. There was a curious furrow to Geralt’s brow that made Vilgefortz more confident in encouraging Geralt to voice his thoughts.

“This one is called Ships in a Desert and it’s a very controversial piece with multiple meanings. Each canvas represents a different interpretation of First Landing and encourages the viewer to engage with different possibilities. This bottom artwork is clearly not historically accurate because as you can see the ship and its wreckage is strewn across a desert landscape rather than the coast of Redania. The artist Yona Skanfall also intended this scene to subvert Ithlinne’s Prophecy.

“You can see in the foreground a future where the Continent’s water has dried up and its inhabitants are boiling their own skin as a direct result of humanity wielding Chaos. People did not take kindly to this kind of heresy against the prevailing narrative about the White Frost. But there were those who were ardent defenders of this piece because it held true to the original prophecy’s themes of a calamitous end by humanity’s hubris. But Aen Ithlinnespeath was a sacred elven prophecy and any minute deviations from the story caused an uproar. Yona certainly made no friends by implying the Hen Ichaer died before they could save the world—note the desiccated seed pod in this dune. If this scene alone had not gotten Yona banned from two kingdoms for smearing elven canon and laying waste to the kings of her day—see the scattered crowns in the sand here and here—her choice to depict Jan Bekker as a woman gave others all the more reason to ostracize her.”

“Why were people offended by Jan Bekker as a woman?” Geralt asked.

“Why indeed? Vanity. Sexism. Most primary sources and historical records suggested that Jan Bekker was actually quite a hideous man. In the early days of the Brotherhood mages had not yet mastered the art of cosmetic transformation. Many saw their ugliness as intrinsic to their character, especially those first survivors who bore the scars of scurvy from their journey. To remove that element and depict Jana Bekker as a buxom heroine was antithetical to their view of history.”

“You’re telling me mages are superficial in more ways than one? Color me surprised.”

Vilgefortz laughed and found himself warming even more to the witcher. He bit the inside of his lip and stepped closer, brushing against Geralt’s elbow.

“There have been other interpretations of Jana over the years. I myself have collected several woodcuts of her and Nina Fioravanti in mid-coitus from a series called Ars Orgasmica. I could show them to you, if you’d like.”

Geralt didn’t verbalize a witty retort, though Vilgefortz could sense the words propositions and pornography floating on the surface of his mind. Geralt turned his attention on the other painting from Ships in a Desert. He gestured. “Tell me about this one.”

Vilgefortz tore his gaze away from Geralt, carefully gathering his words. “This painting depicts a slightly different interpretation of her original interpretation. The wreckage of First Landing is in the foreground and the bodies of the ship's crew are barely visible in the sand. The emphasis here is on the future that was lost. Notice the verdant hills in the background, never to be discovered by the first mages. Perhaps if there was a lighthouse in this desert sea, these two ships would not have crashed and fallen to the dunes and become lost to memory. Perhaps they could have met, shared resources, and survived in spite of the hardship. They could have thrived and built a new world together.”

“The hills are better off without the mages,” Geralt murmured.

Vilgefortz turned back to Geralt and nodded solemnly. “A solid interpretation. The commonality amongst these pieces is suffering. Yona depicted it well.”

“Your lot is notorious for causing suffering.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“Truth is something this ball is in short supply of.”

“Tonight there’s so much more on offer,” Vilgefortz said.

“If I wanted to have my fill of lies and subterfuge, I would have stayed downstairs eating from the bottomless pit of illusory caviar.”

Every one of Geralt’s conversational parries aroused more desire in Vilgefortz’s chest. He’d hoped to keep the witcher’s attention for more serious matters tonight, but the wry humor was an unexpected delight. Enticing and novel in a way that Vilgefortz had known others had been charmed by, but never believed he would also find so alluring. He wanted more of Geralt.

“I agree. Stay with me. At my table we would feast upon spiced boar and toast to our communion. No illusions, only the boundless companionship of two men appreciating art and history together.”

A grimace passed across Geralt’s features, like Vilgefortz’s words were little more than indigestion. The firelight from the braziers cast a warm glow upon Geralt’s face, and there Vilgefortz saw a world beyond the staid neutrality that Geralt wore like a tattered cape. A place where two outcasts would be respected and admired. A time where Vilgefortz could lose himself beneath the witcher’s broad hands and taste Geralt’s scars for the first time.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go take a shit. Must be the caviar.”

read on ao3

ask game - ao3 wrapped

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

also just wanna brag real quick - I got my carrying capacity over 900 in skyrim by using the armor layering glitch! I haven't found any tutorials for the method I ended up using and I'm very proud of myself for using a few different tutorials in combination to create my own method :-)

I did this in survival because I had fun in that mode for a few hours before the trek to hendraheim almost made me rage quit but that's another story-

Anyways! I broke into the jail cell in the dragons reach dungeons, gave Uthgerd a fuck ton of different backpacks and told her to stay. I punched a guard to get sent to jail, took a backpack from Uthgerd and equipped it before picking the novice lock to the grate. When you drop down that hatch (remember to double check that your follower is still following the wait here command), there will be a little maze but all you do is follow the torch path and you should make it to that little ladder that you will then climb. sneak all the way around the ledge on the upper part of the room, drop down the little square hole, and boom you've broken in to the guard's barracks. double check that you've equipped your backpack of choice, and then talk to the nearest guard and get tossed back in jail.

Repeat the process by equipping your backpack from Uthgerd, making it to the ladder, sneaking around the ledge, breaking back into the guard's barracks, and getting arrested until all your backpacks have been equipped. Make sure that you complete the loop of getting arrested again on your final backpack before you get thrown back in jail and sleep off your sentence. the backpack probably won't stay equipped if you sleep with it on.

I think I have a total of 13 different backpacks equipped, with varying different buffs (though quite a few are just plain leather backpacks).

If crafting your own backpacks for this glitch, ignore the fine leather backpack, and anything with a bed roll. they can be cute for aesthetic purposes or roleplaying, but when stacking them it's just a waste of leather.

My favorite backpacks are the hunter backpacks and thief backpacks, but play around with different ones to get the best status effects for your character, I mostly enjoy these ones because I'm a khajit and I end up doing stealth archery, close range archery, hunting, and thief's guild quests.

This cheat has been used by everyone at least once, but honestly I'm just making this post to reference for myself in the future when I inevitably forget how I did it! And I think that layering backpacks was quite clever of me, as I haven't really started alchemy yet (yes I'm level 32 but it's mostly because I am a fiend for smithing and I can't say no to a chance encounter with a dragon)

[maryhadalittlehobby]

IWTV S2 Liveblog E3 No Pain

We start out with Daniel in this restaurant and he says he is partial to the non wigging items as his fish is moving. Is this the Louis effect?! from the fox last season

He is trying to piece together things from his dreams. What stands out is "I wont save you this time". I cant really read the rest but its interesting that he is now realizing these are memories and they are significant.

This Raglin James guy. Who is he really? Book readers get the easter egg but is he really the body thief guy. Also Ive heard it say he is a detractor from the Talamasca. Are we meeting him post or pre-detracting if he is who he says he is?

The Talamasca watches and doesn't get involved so why would he be sharing with Daniel EVERYTHING? Especially when he knows Daniel is so susceptible to getting his mind read by the vamps. And he KNOWS but exactly how? Does he have some gifts? Does he have a in the vampire residence like some have guessed. So many questions

900 to 1600 vamps. Geez!

Sleeping Beauty Louis. Get some sleep, you desrve it king! Scoot over I'm tired too!

Peaceful beings real Rashid?! Biological imperative in conflict with human morality?? Sir its in conflict with human existence! but go off i guess

I knew there was some significance to the camera panning to the audio recording on the Daniels laptop but I didn't get it until a second viewing! We didn't see it while Armand was talking but we saw it after and there still should have been sound waves even after he finished speaking! But there weren't! omg Armand!

Blenders lol

The vampire we see in the beginning broke the first and fifth law that rules the Children of Darkness-possibly made a vampire without the coven leaders consent and detroyed another vampire...

Ok here we go Armands version of event. You know its gonna be good -truth or not!

OOhhhh Armand telling Lestat "Come to me?! Did he actually say this or is he parroting Louis's story here?

Hmm this kid is not who I imagined for Nikki but we will give him a chance

I love the mirror story telling here with Lestats rejection of the coven with Louis's rejection of the coven.

Armand showing Lestat his power! Yes humble him king!

The eye thing was hella freaky though not gonna lie

Armand saying Nikki is unharmed meanwhile my man looks ROUGH- Bitten, bruised and battered. This is Armands idea off not harming mind you. Didn't Armand tell Louis last episode I will not harm you??Louis should be afraid.

Lestat has never been more French lol- What are those sounds lol

I wonder is anyone not familiar with the books believes Armand. I can't wait to watch reaction. Lestat is a cartoon bully.

They ended themself * mournful innocent look* Sir you murdered those people!

Lord Lestat and Armand speaking French. Yes whatever yall are saying

Here? now ?! in front of Nikki and the whole theater?Armand playing coy and getting lost in his own self insert fic like soooo hilarious

Lestat is, was and will always be for Lestat... ok IS?!?iS!! Where is he? what does Louis KNow?! In the books up until the end of Louis and Armands relationship, he assumes Lestat is dead because thats what Armand tells him. This Louis seems to know he is alive so what does this mean?!

Never say i love you to a raging narcissist. Louis knows all to well but I do think we will get a Loustat love admission this season if not to actual Lestat then to Dreamstat

Oh Claudia- he kept you hostage. Fucking Bastard

Can we talk about the makeup? The too much eyeliner is so young girl trying to play grown. Trust me I know. Its a canon event. 18 y0 Mary had a little hobby

Some people were upset with the coven calling her puce and the "abuse" she was getting from them. Tell me you haven't been called a lovingly mean nickname without telling me. It was hazing. She has to start from the bottom. And lets face it its nothing in comparison to what they could have and will do.

The sneeze!Somebody had their panties in a bunch about vampires with allergies but come on. It was funny! It was supposed to be comical. Relax babe.

Claudia interning at the theater. Not unlike my internship experiences tbh. Less blood but still alot of sucking up.

I love Sam...both the character and actor

Vampire date night!

Louis said-I'm for the streets! I'm in da club! As he should. Get with it Armand or get Lost!'

"Oh there's room. I'm blushing!" Louis flirting is a thing to behold....but was that a double entendre (eyes)

Daniel flustered trying not to get caught looking at the Talamasca files. When in doubt bring up Claudia. Bam distraction! lol

Santiago if you don't leave Claudia alone! Fishing for details that she and Louis haven't got straight yet(angry face)

Also she tells Santiago she got lying from her maker at-sick burn to Lestat. Santiago's line after could be read that he doesn't think she is a great liar. Neither was Lestat girl!

Louis admitting to Armad he killed Lestat thus breaking one of the great laws. Girl. Armand already knew but GIRL. Atleast he didnt implicate Claudia but STILL ARMAND KNOWS(crying face)

I honestly thought the new version of the "Come to Me" song would come when Louis and Armand were trying to have sexy times. Who knows maybe it will be a reprise lol

The Loustat park scene tho! I am ashamed how much I replayed it...the good bits.

"I am still the only one you trust even now Kill me again" !1!!they are so insane

Louis is so mean to himself as Lestat. Thats not the only way you know how to love. What about Claudia? Your family? Even Lestat in the good years.

Claudia must feel Louis going through it and she must NOT CARE smh He is always kinda going through it so she is probably used it.

Claudia debut on stage. She looks so happy and Louis is a proud dad. This is so fucked up.

I wonder if Louis can hear Santiago talking to Armand. I have no doubt Santiago does not give to fucks about Louis hearing them but Armand does. Louis outright believes Armand is going to kill him so maybe yes. Or maybe he just has a bad feeling especially with how the conversation with Armand ended last time.

The five laws and Louis and Claudia have damn near broken every one 😭

This whole time watching s1 and now s2, I was like i will be fine with what eventually happens to Claudia. Cue to me CRYING at the mention from Armand that she wont make it and not even by his or the covens hand. But because of her own doing.

"And I play the little girl?" ugh this back half of this episode is all pain!

Not for nothing I was genuinely scared for Louis when Armand was threatening him in the sewer...as if Louis is not alive and well telling this story lol. I let the tale seduce me a little too much.

Not Louis and Armand bonding over Lestat breaking their hearts. And that yesterday line is absolutely yesterday. He got Lestat tied up awaiting the trail I know it.

Are you inviting me in? "I love that little fun nod to vampire lore but Louis is so wild for that. Armand was absolutely going to kill you minutes ago fam. And you told you self (through Lestat) that you don't trust him or any of these vamps.m WILD i say

So much happened again this episode! But still good pacing. I liked it better after viewing it again but it comes in 3rd from the episodes we've seen so far. Episode 2 is still my fav so far. So many new questions arose and its soo painful waiting week to week for these episodes!

[harlowsbby]

You thought I was feeling you?

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theshaderoom looks like hollywoods favorite couple calls it quits with these latest shady post and it seems like the two unfollowed one another. What’s the tea ☕️ 👀

jackharlowsource why don’t you give them privacy instead of blasting it out everywhere 🙄

everythingyourname about time babes left that man he was a player

jackharlownews I hope we get that heartbreak album real soon

druski2funny @jackharlow dammit I was routing for you two now you fucked everything up dammit

lilnasx @druski2funny keep your hoe of a bestie your way he got my girly in tears

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yourinstagramname I’m obsessed with my boo @icespicee new song munch ( feelin’ you ) definitely the perfect song to end hot girl summer.

icespicee thank you babe I love you cutie 🥴🤍

jaydawayda body 🥴🥴

sza you ain’t need him no way bby just come slide over my way 😏🤍

chloebailey so I’m hearing you single? Got plans on Friday 🫣🤍

druski2funny DAMN Jack sure did lose a baddie because DAMN

lilnasx @druski2funny get your thirsty ass away porky the pig. She don’t want no pop belly man

druski2funny @lilnasx man you be everywhere but the studio it’s giving one hit wonder

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jackharlow let’s not act like your 😼 wasn’t just calling my name

urbanwyatt gotta blast 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

druski2funny you know her fans are gonna come for you now man 😯

chrisbrownofficial 😯😯😯

kehlani smh a true pisces man 🙄

lilnasx not too much on my girl now you that’s why you out here looking like you got no neck

latto777 @lilnasx YOU AINT LYIN THOUGH

yourinstagramname it’s funny how you forgot to mention you were the one texting and calling me and begging me for one more chance.

lilnasx @yourinstagramname POP OFF FRIEND

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yourinstagramname ass too fat can’t fit in no jeans, he mad as fuck I won’t give him a chance.

lilnasx maybe I am straight 🧍🏾🫣

normani inchessssss 😫

sza I’m lookinnnnnn 👀

urbanwyatt 👨🏼‍🦯👀

druski2funny lord please just one night please

lilnasx @urbanwyatt @druski2funny get y’all’s thirsty asses outta here

jackharlow you gone give me another chance ma?

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yourinstagramname bare face for the vmas.. also congrats baby daddy for the 4 wins 🥴🤍 you’ll get your special surprise tonight

jackharlow @yourinstagramname thank you ma can’t wait for later 👀

druski2funny so y’all back together? Man I wanted to shoot my shot smh 🙄

lilnasx girl I’m done with you EVERYTIME you get back with this man

sza I love you regardless but next time don’t come crying to me about this man boo #supporting from a distance

normani no face no case

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jackharlow postin some flicks of my mini me from vma weekend.. that tongue definitely works magic currently working it’s magic now 😏.

lilnasx a warning next time would be appreciated please and thank you 🫣🫣🫣

urbanwyatt sigh I got no sleep this past weekend because of them two of them.. guess I’ll stay at the mall a bit longer

claybornharlow now jackman you know mom follows you right

sza as y’all fucking should

( this kinda don’t make sense but fuck it I was feeling it so enjoy pookie bears 💕 )

[muertawrites]

omg I saw that little note at the end about you maybe making a fic based off sk8er boi 👀 can’t wait if you decide to write it!!

A Girl You Used to Know (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Word Count: 900 (exactly too??? i'm a fucking witch. not editing this.)

Author's Note: did i watch a nearly 20 year old sims 2 music video for this song to psych myself up for writing this? no shame in admitting i did. is this a direct callout post to all the cheerleader!reader fics polluting this godforsaken hellsite? maybe. we'll see how much hate mail i have to ignore. this one is for my alt babes. we all know eddie would like us better.

"I can't do this anymore."

She blinked, uncomprehending.

"What?"

Eddie huffed. He uncrossed his arms, shoulders hunching, tense. Angry.

"I can't keep... fucking you like I don't feel anything for you. Like you don't get off on the fact that I'm corrupting you or some shit. Sneaking around while you're too ashamed to go out in fucking public with me."

She laughed, and he seethed. The broad actually laughed at him.

"Are you serious?" she quipped. "You're dumping me? You're dumping me. Eddie 'The Freak' is dumping the one girl in Hawkins who can have anyone she wants."

"Yeah," he spat back at her. "I am. And I have a feeling I'm not gonna regret it."

She cackled, waving her manicured hand in his face as if to dismiss him.

"That's so rich!" she cheered. "You really are as dumb as they say. You clearly don't realize how totally out of your league I am. How lucky you are that I even let you kiss me in the first place, let alone take my virginity."

"Well, if I could give it back to you, I would. I don't want any part of you anymore. I'm done being used for whatever sick fetish you're trying to fulfill."

The conversation comes back to him vividly, playing out almost in real time as she approaches him. She's definitely out of place here - blonde hair immaculately curled, pinned back with a pearl barrette, white mini skirt under a powder blue sweater. But she smiles at him all the same, running into his arms like the lover he once thought she was.

"Eddie!" she squeals.

"Bethany," he deadpans. His arms go weak at her sides, falling limp with disdain. Her perfume is way too strong, too musky; he gags on the toxic cloud that envelops him.

"I'm so proud of you!" the little cherub squeaks as they part. "I saw your music video on MTV the other day and just had to come see you! You're, like, a major rockstar now!"

She giggles in the way she thinks is infectious, but is actually just vapid. Empty. A hand raises to her cheek to swipe at a stray curl that's stuck in her lip gloss, and Eddie can't ignore the glint of the diamond on her ring finger.

"I didn't think you liked metal," is all he can bring himself to say.

"What, I can't support an old flame?" she asks, giggling still. The sound grates at the inside of his skull.

"You know I'm married," he blurts.

It's a lie, but she blanches all the same.

"O...Oh?"

Her smile falters and she can't hide it. Head cheerleader, homecoming queen, the princess of Hawkins, Indiana has lost her flawless grace.

"Yeah," Eddie confirms.

"But you don't wear a ring?"

"Looks like you do, though."

Your voice cuts through the backstage din, sidling up next to Eddie and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. He physically calms, melting into your touch as easily as he would a warm shower. He gives your bum an appreciative squeeze, loving your vicious gall against the groupies.

"Bethany," he announces smugly, "this is my girlfriend."

"Pleased to meet you!" You smile, holding out a hand for the woman to shake. She takes it reluctantly, the spread of her lips entirely forced.

"I thought you said you were married," she practically growls.

"Well, common law," you state. "We've lived together for what... a year now? Anyway. You're Bethany! Eddie's told me so much about you." You don't give her the decency of keeping the venom from your tongue. "He actually wrote a song about you!"

She perks up at that, seeing something she can hold against you.

"He did?" she coos. "Oh, he was always such a romantic. Which one was it?"

"It's not released yet," Eddie tells her. "I'm actually letting her do the vocals. She sang the demo and the label loved her too much to let me take over."

He grins proudly, hugging you even closer to his side. Bethany looks like she's going to fucking explode.

"We'll send you an LP when we get the final cut!" you offer. "Here, give us your address."

You hand her a bar napkin and an eyeliner pencil, which she sneers at but accepts. After scribbling down the information, she passes it back to Eddie, who grins as his eyes scan over it.

"Still in good ol' Hawkins," he notes. "And your name's Carver now? You actually married that fucking prick?"

You halfheartedly smack his chest, shaking your head at Bethany.

"Guys like him," you muse. "Can't take them anywhere, can you?"

Your eyes cut into hers like twin chainsaws. She's so worked up she's practically vibrating with resentment.

"Well," she ekes, "it was... wonderful to see you again, Eddie. And to meet your... lovely... girlfriend."

She spits the word like used tobacco.

You and Eddie wait until she's around the corner to collapse into hysterics, leaning against each other for support as you savor her absolute destruction.

A few months later, Bethany drives to the grocery store, her infant son screaming in the back seat. She turns up the radio to drown him out, only for the disc jockey to introduce a familiar name: Corroded Coffin.

The lyrics that flow through her speakers make her grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled rage.

Too bad that you couldn't see,

See the man that boy could be.

There is more than meets the eye.

I see the soul that is inside.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

[mylittleredgirl]

favorite and least favorite parts of each trek, with absolutely no thought put into it before making this list:

🚀 classic trek favorite: the ~aesthetic~. fuckin LOVE big chunky plastic buttons and beepy things, the mini-skirts, the sparkly metallic fabric, the whole deal. least favorite: janice rand leaves forever :( :( every single appearance she had was BONKERS how am i supposed to experience that and then ever hope to fill that void 🪐 tng favorite: soooooo soothing to know that our guys will always be both kind and correct and at the end of the episode i will learn something about how to be a better person. also romulans are there. least favorite: shit fuck i shouldn't have started this post because i'm already drawing a blank. ok ok i hate that the ship's counselor role got nerfed into a "therapist on the bridge" when it's actually so so important!! that needed to be explored so explicitly that dudebros on the internet have to shut up about it forever ⚾️ deep space nine favorite: THE CHARACTERS MY FRIENDS. the cast of dozens where every single character right down to the randos on the promenade are great. headed up by benjamin lafayette sisko and kira nerys, truly characters of all time least favorite: dukat's insanity/pah-wraith arc. like i do get why this narrative parallel makes sense against sisko as the prophets' emissary but also, it's bad. 🥔 voyager (that's a leola root by the way) favorite: i LOVE the early seasons where everyone is so adorable and spunky and they're just tooling around the delta quadrant being terrible at making friends. also tuvok is there. least favorite: kes leaves forever :( :( i hear you out there saying "fury" but come here. look at me. look at me. kes leaves forever. 🛰 enterprise favorite: controversial actually but i love t'pol's arc. i DID NOT love it as it was airing because watching poor jolene blalock having to act her way through ever more demeaning episodes is painful and terrible, but t'pol is magnificent actually? the fish out of water vulcan finding herself in foreign waters?? self-destruction on the way to rediscovering her own personal relationship to logic??? imagine if we'd got three more seasons of her with manny coto in charge it would've been glorious. least favorite: can we PLEASE do something with hoshi and travis i am BEGGING. also physically painful what american jingoism did to captain archer but i might have emotionally coped with it better if travis got lines. 🍄 discovery favorite: michael burnham is the light of my life she makes me cry out emotions that have been buried since i was in utero i don't even know. also the changing opening sequence my beloved least favorite: need one of those serial killer string boards to figure out what's going on sometimes??? can't say that too loudly tho because the discovery haters can smell blood in the water 💃 short treks favorite: THE CONCEPT I LOVE THIS least favorite: more??????? :( 🥷 star trek picard favorite: seven of nine in comfy sweaters kissing a girl filled holes in my life i didn't know were there!!!?!?!?? least favorite: don't like when picard is a jerk :( don't like when no soji and elnor :( :( :( 🤪 lower decks favorite: every second is a relentless outpouring of love for star trek, it's like a sleepover where all your friends are sitting around talking about how much they love tng except your friends are 900% funnier. least favorite: i have a hard time with cartoon violence sometimes so i get TENSE and also badgey haunts my nightmares for real for real 👨‍🍳 strange new worlds - actually i have only seen the first episode despite posting about it as if i have seen all of it haha my bad SO favorite: new star trek to watch!!!!! least favorite: now everyone knows i haven't watched it yet and i am losing trekkie credibility babes 😬 👩‍👧‍👦 prodigy favorite: rok-tak my DAUGHTER least favorite: that feeling of being in a warner brothers cartoon and there's an anvil above all our heads with J/C DISCOURSE painted on it just waiting for the show to make a wrong move

i swear i must have forgotten at least one series there is so much star trek now??? anyway feel free to make your own post about this, i am curious!! if you absolutely MUST i suppose it's ok to think about your answers for more than 30 seconds.