#i burnt the kitchen down...

[yougyattabekidding]

(my version of) Suchin lore :3

Warnings: Neglect, drugs mention, violence mention (not anything expicit however!!)

ok ok ok first

Teen years: Suchin grew up in a broken home. Her parents were poor and addicts she was the eldest of 3, the youngest only being 2 years old. Suchin tried her best to balance school, her job, and caring for the rest of her siblings. Being the only source of income, Suchin dropped out of high school and worked full-time. It was only a matter of time before caseworkers came to her home to question her whereabouts. Social workers came to her home and arrested her parents. Taking both her younger siblings, Suchin however ran away before they took her

During her years in the city, She would collect bets at bar fights as a sort of incoming due to her lack of a high school diploma, occasionally she would sell snacks outside of schools as another form of income. Once gaining enough she would rent a basement underneath the bar and host underground fight clubs. Charging people for the entrance fee. She managed to buy an apartment and support herself. (sketch i did of her below they get progressively worse ^_^)

Young Adult:  Entering adulthood, she would often have recurring fighters ask for a place to stay. Not wanting to lose any income of her own and not wanting to see others suffer, she let fighters rest in her home. Providing them somewhat of a sanctuary. She decided to help the fighters who had no jobs and needed a sort of income to support their families. She eventually had enough money to buy the bar where she would host nightly fights with volunteers and of course, recurring fighters. She would use her savings to go back to school finishing Highschool and finally getting a college degree 

During these gambling times, she would also provide housing for those in need their only way to repay was simply to work for her. During her career, she met many interesting people. Declining offers and accepting. Creating bridges and burning them. While receiving threats from her bad decision-making. She had kicked out many groups from her bar (Black Dragon & Red Dragon hint hint)

Adult: Around her late 20’s and early 30’s Suchin would decide to shift her career into business. She would then give her underground fight club to a close friend of hers and She would end up becoming an architect then the CEO of a building company (idk what to call them…). Her reasoning behind this? she says that she grew from her old career and no longer needed it but in reality had a bounty on her head for not selling her bar to the Black dragons. She had somewhat completely distanced herself from her old career however she still provided housing and jobs for those in need. With that being said, Kenshi needed a place to stay at the moment.

At first, she thought Kenshi was here to assassinate her but was mistaken and therefore embarrassed afterward. Suchin provided a small apartment for him and set Kenshi up for a coffee boy around her company, but soon he became much more than that. 

some other silly doodles i did b4 i ruin your life :3

After the birth of Takeda Takahashi, Suchin would continue her works of being Ms CEO. Even when missing her little lover from time to time she took great care of Takeda. 

On a unfateful day in her office after hours around aproximitly 8:30 pm, Suchin would be pronounced dead in her office. The cause of death most likely being a murder by the bullet (Erron it was Erron, Erron Black killed Suchin chat #cancelerronblack) Her son Takeda mysteriously disappears a day afterwords. His last sighting was him leaving with a man wearing a red blindfold around his eyes

THIS IS FOR MOOT that i never talk to... (@failyaoi) CUZ THEY'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTED TO HEAR ME OUT

[lonelysa1lor]

Wittebros The Musical just dropped (seriously though go check out the album )

Original Image below

[batfansa]

The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how fucked up the whole situation with Cobigail really was. And to me, personally, I feel she was done the most dirty through Inspekta's actions.

Like, not to diminish what he did to the other gods or anything, but... at most he broke Mitternacht's heart, almost broke Thespius' heart, tricked Click Clack and made him feel guilty for almost ruining their show and hurting Thespi, tricked Bauhauzzo and made him feel guilty and upset for hurting Huzzle, Huzzle Mug was more so pissed and felt betrayed, all while framing and imprisoning King after taking Megapon away.

And none of the followers were in any real danger aside for Mitternacht's crying possibly flooding the Grove. But nobody seemed too concerned with that, more concerned with her being upset and having to deal with the rain. All of which was still bad, obviously, but none of it felt too terrible.

Meanwhile, with Cobigail, he outright tarnished her reputation and painted her as this dangerous god willing to devour her own people. He took direct advantage of the fact that Milldread hasn't had a harvest in a while and decided to directly blame Cobi for it. Literally accused her of starving her own people, all while she's starving too!

This is made worse by the fact that this poor corn lady hadn't even been visited by anyone in twenty years and was starting to forget herself and her memories. She couldn't even speak up for herself 'cause everyone was afraid of her, and she was unable to even recall things so would have been unreliable anyways.

But the thing that really makes this whole situation worse, is that because of Inspekta's letter, someone decided that the best course of action to take was to slaughter an innocent person in front of the entire town, children included. And that this same person also so happened to be someone Cobigail knew back when she was human.

Someone she knew as a child. A child she taught and had fond memories of. She watched that little boy grow up and build that town and community. He's also quite possibly the only remaining person from her time as a human still alive. He hasn't visited her in forever either and feels real bad about it, knows she's not a blood cobbler gobbler. That's his old music teacher after all. He knows she'd never hurt nobody. She's the same teacher who loves his milldreadberry jam and loved being able to eat it during the Harvest.

And now, he's about to be sacrificed to that same teacher-turned-god, without even being able to give her a proper goodbye or apology for not seeing her for those twenty years. And she, in turn, can't do anything about it. Can't stop it. And is forced to watch as he's bashed and cut into mush. His blood splattered onto her alter, in her name.

And I also think people seem to forget that Cobigail was this close to being forced to drink her own ex-student's blood. Like, she would have been slurping up Bloom's blood through her roots unwillingly. Would have been forced to taste it and know exactly who it was she was eating.

And that little detail alone just fucks with me so much, because it is so dark and so sad at the same time.

But while all this was happening, while Saul was yelling about cutting up an innocent man, Inspekta just sat idly in his domain and did nothing. Didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation (or just didn't care, too busy self-rotting) to tell Cappy or his other Bizzyboys to interfere. Was totally fine with somebody getting killed and his fellow god taking all the blame and being forced to watch.

Like, Cobigail is just the sweetest and is so forgiving, literally welcoming back 'Speks into the family despite everything. Literally had no hard feelings and made it clear she was there for him. So supportive too. Just wants to see everyone safe and happy. Spook some folks. Be silly.

Just, somebody get this sweet corn lady some jam and company.

[brackle]

THEY GOT ROBBED

[mangocurist]

OKAY wait hold on . Hold on. alnst au. with flame and zam as mizisua but very very loosely - i. e. flame grows up with more privlieges than other 'pets', zam has an alien parent whos rather controlling (but still treats her relatively well, like a 'prince').

flame is the one who thinks of zam as his one and only motivation, so i guess hes kinda more mizi here, but hes the one who kills himself for her . So think like. mizi ... if she made herself push through her little safety bubble (well. Thats not the right word. but. i guess her need to survive and feel bigger than the people around her) for suas sake . zam, who was willing to sacrifice herself if it meant flame would live , versus flame, who did it first to make sure his light would continue on without him

[laughingoutcast]

I read 5 lines of this twilight fic and knew I struck diamond

Yall should have been the ones writing the twilight books not Smeyer 😔💔

[rorydrawsandwrites]

So far I'm honestly a lot better at drawing Puzzles with the big cartoony eyes than the white dot ones for the moment

[pixieshallowed]

feeling antagonistic and evil today :p

[po3tictrag3dy]

any fob album past folie a deux is fucking ass and you know it

[change-of-fates]

-He stared at the abomination, anger slowly forming from his face of mild shock.

``You think you're special just because I cant fucking hurt you, don't ya?``

-His tone was mocking, he was close to exploding fully this time..

-He'd chuckle

``Think you're soooo high n' mighty with your little invulnerability, don't ya?``

``Maybe don't fuck with people who are much more than you.``

-As he spoke, he summoned a panel. It was rather sophisticated looking, a nice white and green appearance with the modern ROBLOX logo on the top

-He seemed shocked at it even popping up in front of him.. Letting out a small laugh.

``Fuck around n' find out as they say.``

-His face shifted from the angered look to a more smug expression

-He'd tap a button, the creature instantly vanished to who knows where..

[julysn]

ulterior motives [nsfw] | connor lassiter x roland taggart

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ There's many formulas for sex, and Connor is about to discover a brand new equation. No clothes, a hot tub, and your worst enemy.

𝓘ncludes jerking off at the end, handjobs, they’re naked in a hot tub, slightly ooc since the plot + dialogue is from this episode of sp

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈2100

𝓝otes ⋆ slutty waist connor !!!!!!! spoiler roland tops (are we surprised). again slightly ooc just in case u forgot, bottom connor but in a hot way…: title from the lost wave song LMFAO. not proofread, kinda ass most of this was written while i was on vacation and sleep deprived 😪

i’ve never written gay smut… anyways i ran this through a grammar checker just in case

Saying the night was awkward would be a horrible understatement.

Roland sat there across from Connor, the warm water enveloping their bodies as soft curls of steam rose from the surface of the water. Night had fallen, gracing the two with a beautiful view of stars scattered around the sky like paint dotted on a canvas.

Silence filled the air, adding more to the intense and awkward atmosphere that the boys were left in. What the hell were they supposed to talk about? They hated each other's guts, and yet, there they were, both naked in a hot tub, alone. 

Connor shifts his position to get more comfortable, his leg accidentally brushing against Roland’s as he bites his lip and leans back lazily.

“.. Was that your leg?” Roland narrows his eyes, not bothering to look down into the water as he picks up a lighter from seemingly nowhere and lifts the flame up to his cigar, pinching it in-between his fingers and taking a puff.

“Huh?” Connor looks over in confusion, meeting the other boy’s eyes. “You mean this?” He shuffles again, his knees brushing against Roland’s once more, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Yeah.” He takes another puff from the cigar, his other arm draped lazily against the rim. “That your leg or not?”

Connor’s almost intimidated by his tone—that deep, velvety voice dripping with harshness he could barely detect—but he nods, speaking in a lighter tone than before. “Yeah. That was me.”

Silence descends upon the two once more, the tension growing thicker as Roland continues to smoke his cigar, not a care in the world as he leans back and lets the jets massage his back. He lets out a soft growl of contentment, looking up to the sky and letting everything fall into place.

“Mai looked pretty hot in there, dontcha think?” Roland smirks, head tilted back as he interrupts the quiet tranquility to air out his thoughts. He looks back at Connor once more, throwing him his signature smile that eases the mood.

“Whatever floats your boat.” Connor replies chippily, a cheerful smile laying on his lips as he looks down from the sky and glances over to him, his eyes following the way Roland smiled and how he just so casually took a drag of the cigar. He couldn’t feel this way, not when they had knives to each other's throats like cats to mice.

“I’d love to take that piece of ass home.” He adds, his smile turning into a sly, knowing smirk. That would certainly make him jealous, Roland knew it. He watched as the brunette’s eyebrows slowly furrowed, his eyes speaking of confusion and envy. 

Oh, that smile. That smile did things to Connor, whether he knew it or not. Roland definitely did, though, lowering the cigar from his lips and shooting the other boy that oh-so-charming smile. It was annoying, so goddamn annoying, so annoyingly attractive.

He had Connor sitting perfectly in the palm of his hand.

“.. Same.”

Roland raises an eyebrow when he agrees to his statement, finding it particularly amusing. He distinctly remembered Connor walking through the foyer of the party, Risa by his side, the two of them holding hands as they navigated through the crowd. A spark of curiosity rushes through him. He just had to ask. He needed to. 

“Yeah, I’m sure Risa would love that.” He says sarcastically, taking another puff of his cigar and holding the smoke in for a few seconds, before exhaling and watching the gray cloud dissipate into the night sky.

“I wish.” Connor almost has a dreamy look in his eyes, his mind wandering off to various fantasies. He’s always liked the idea of him, Risa, and Hayden, taking turns on each other and gently bathing each other for aftercare. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.”

“Two girls or two boys?” Roland can’t help it. He needs to know more. He’s completely forgotten about the cigar still in-between his fingers, the only thing consuming his mind being pure intrigue.

Any little bit of hostility that had been lingering in the atmosphere has completely evaporated. It’s replacement is curiosity and awkwardness, the topic washing away the hatred.

His answer is a little embarrassing, so Connor decides to lie. “Two girls, obviously, with another guy, that’d be..”

“You’ve never had a gay fantasy?” The sentence doesn’t even need to be finished, Roland knows what he’s going to say. “I haven’t.”

“You haven’t?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I have. Everyone has.” Roland snickers, ignoring the way he had just contradicted himself seconds prior. He tilts his head up, keeping up the image of intimidation and confidence, even if on the inside, a part of him wasn’t truly as confident as he was.

The words spill from Connor’s lips before he could restrain himself, before he could get his thoughts in order. “I never wanted to do anything crazy. Maybe just..” Hesitation.

Could he finish what he wanted to say? Express the emotions he desperately wanted to convey? Tell the truth, even if Roland makes fun of him for it? “.. jerkin’ off in front of another guy. Or letting another guy jerk me off.”

“The first one isn’t that gay, is it?” Roland takes a puff of the cigar he had just remembered was still lit.

“No!” The words escape his lips so quickly Connor has barely had time to process what he was saying. He takes a deep breath and sighs, scratching the back of his neck as the massaging jets of the hot tub streamed against his back. He quickly regains his composure, doing his best to act as nonchalantly as possible so Roland wouldn’t think he was attracted to him. “No, uh, I don’t think so.”

It falls quiet again, the only sounds being from the party that was still raging on in the house. The silence causes them to remember where they were. A hot tub in the backyard of a house. A house that wasn’t theirs, but rather, a house owned by Jackson Wang. The same guy who had invited them to this party, the same guy who was the reason they sat there in this hot tub, naked.

“.. So should I start or will you?”

Roland raises an eyebrow. “We’re doin’ this?” 

“Yeah.” Connor’s voice is quieter than usual, a shy undertone lining the facade of confidence he had thrown into the mix. “.. Uh, I’ll start.”

Connor’s free hand reaches down to his penis, fingers wrapping around his shaft as he begins to pump up and down. His cock was as stiff as ever, having hardened from their intimate conversation.

His head reels back in ecstasy as Roland sits there and watches, taking the occasional drag from his cigar, his eyes glued to the sight of Connor stroking himself. He watches with an almost lustful gaze, vision never straying away from the scene before him.

It doesn’t take long for Connor to cum.

In fact, it’s almost embarrassingly fast. 

Roland watches with a smirk as after only a few seconds, Connor reaches his climax, his ejaculate squirting out onto his chest and quickly being washed away by the water of the hot tub. He’s starting to wonder, what was he thinking about that had made him release that early? Risa, probably? Or maybe what they discussed earlier, about Mai’s outfit and appearance? Or even the threeway that he wanted, about him, RIsa and Hayden?

Or, maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about him?

Roland just has to ask, needs to know. “Who were you thinking about?”

“What?” Connor’s caught off guard by the question, a soft, rosy color blanketing his cheeks.

“When you came, who were you thinking about?” He’s ashamed to answer. He doesn’t want Roland to know the truth, to know that he wasn’t thinking about Risa, but it was someone else. Someone familiar.

“..” He should be honest.

“You.” One word, plain and simple, or, at least, it was supposed to be. Connor was already having second thoughts about revealing the truth. He bites his lip anxiously, hands slightly trembling as they clasped together on his lap.

Although Roland tries his absolute hardest not to show it, he’s pleasantly surprised by his answer. Connor really was thinking about him when he was stroking himself. Connor really was thinking about him when he exploded everywhere. But he quickly masks his surprise with a look of indifference and smugness. “Oh, really? Prove it.”

How the hell am I supposed to prove it? He has an idea. It’s risky, but it might just work. And it might just result in more.

Without warning, Connor leans in and presses his lips against Roland’s, his hands crawling onto the other’s tanned thighs as he slips his tongue past his teeth. Their tongues engaged in a battle of dominance and control, and Roland could sense it slipping away from him as he dropped his cigar over the rim of the hot tub, ears catching the sound of it landing onto the concrete.

He couldn’t let this happen. 

Roland’s eyes fluttered shut as the pretty-eyed brunette across from him continued to kiss him, and in an attempt to control the situation and regain his dominance, he shoves his tongue through Connor’s teeth, exploring his mouth and memorizing each and every crevice within. 

“Ah—” The brunette lets out a soft, gentle whine as Roland’s right hand slides onto his thigh, his left hand digging firmly into his petite waist. The aggression is there, yet slowly fading, fading into unadulterated arousal. 

The stars looked on as the two of them made out, moonlight shining down and illuminating their figures as they held onto each other and dueled for authority.

“You like that, huh, Lassiter?” Roland growls out, pulling back from the kiss as his hand crawls up Connor’s thigh and gently runs along the base of his cock, letting it stiffen against his fingers. 

“Yeah..” He’s breathless, panting. One hand grips the edge of his seat, the other on Roland’s waist, too prideful to admit that he was losing himself in the other boy’s touch. He watches as that cold, veiny hand goes down and squeezes his balls, a gasp escaping his parted lips.

Connor can’t help himself. He just has to throw the joke out, no matter how embarrassing it sounds. “Nice dick.” 

“Don’t tell me things I already know.” Roland scoffs, breaking eye contact to look directly down at the tip of Connor’s cock, his hand slowly beginning to pump up and down from the tip to the base.

Connor lets out a soft whine each time the dark-haired male’s fingers brush against his sensitive foreskin, voice dulcet and tender, causing the smirk on Roland’s face to further widen, his gaze locked on the pure ecstasy in those oh-so-pretty eyes. He never knew that his eyes were so deep and captivating, and had he known that earlier, he’d let himself get lost into those soulful orbs.

“Fuck you,” Connor spat, his voice lacking vitriol as his hands slide into Roland’s soft, chocolate brown locs, fingers wrapping around the strands of his hair and tugging on them as quiet whimpers escape his lips.

“You know you want to.”

Roland’s movements accelerate, going faster and faster and drawing out the prettiest of moans from Connor’s lips. He had to admit, though he despised Connor Lassiter with all of his heart, the boy’s whimpers were divine to listen to.

His grip tightens, calloused fingers sliding up and down with ease as pre-cum spilled into the water, making it go from clear to translucent.

“P-please..” Connor whines, his eyes fluttering shut as his head reels back and rests against the rim of the hot tub. In a desperate attempt to be quieter, he throws his hand over his mouth and lets his moans get louder, knowing his noises would be muffled by his palm. “I’m so close..”

“You gonna cum, Lassiter?” Roland smirks, his voice taunting as he strokes Connor harder, faster, wanting to see him ejaculate from the pleasure of his actions.

“Yeah, I..” He pants, his breathing getting heavier. “I’m gonna cum..”

Before Roland could even process the other boy’s words, Connor finally falls off of the edge of heaven, cum dripping down from the head of his cock and floating off into the water as he let out a loud groan into his hand. His eyes, though shut, were clouded in ecstasy as semen spills onto Roland’s hands.

“That.. that wasn’t gay, was it?”

𝓝otes ⋆ ANDDDD POSTED!! finally holy shit. also if you wanted to know how i came up w this i was watching south park (as always) and it was on autoplay so the hot tub episode w randy and gerald played and j was like “…: conland fic!” and here we are LMFAO

[lupismaris]

My local radio station's morning show really has it out for my mental health these days

[cheapcheapfaker]

so do you guys think it says not to use in gas ovens because they’re so tiny in europe or do they make parchment paper out of something different over there or like. what.

[rockingthegraveyard]

My ds isn't in the best shape and I want a new one so bad for when it finally dies but man .... The money and the fact I can't see which ones are in actual good conditions or not ....

[f0ul]

Winners know when to quit

[cldhabiits]

MUSE TAGS: Lysandre

beauty is a knife i've been holding by the blade ( lysandre | ic. )

burnt by your own convictions ( lysandre | musings. )

end the world in an instant so that beauty never fades ( lysandre | aes. )

if only the world were as perfect as you ( lysandre ♡ augustine )

eternal beauty never meant a damn thing ( lysandre ♡ diantha )

pretty like the french flag ( lysandre ♡ augustine ♡ diantha )

thought i had this figured out ( lysandre ♡ matthew )

burn the world down if it'd make you feel safe ( lysandre ♡ malva )

worlds most dysfunctional kitchen table polycule ( rainbow rocket ♡ )

criminalistic compromise ( giovanni ♡ lysandre )

patience melting on thin ice ( lysandre ♡ archer )

what if the world was worth forgiving? ( lysandre ❤︎ benjamin )