#i’m beggin y’all

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

I so often think about what the tone of scene with the backless book would have looked like in the Six of Crows spin off.

In Six of Crows, when the crew arrive in Djerholm they go to an Inn and sit on the terrace to give them a clear, if distant, view of the road that leads to the Ice Court, and Kaz uses a device he calls a 'backless book' to see the prison wagon on the road with perfect clarity - it looks like a perfeclty normal book until you hold it open on a specific page at a specific angle. He passes the book around without telling anyone that it is actually a mirrored lens so that no-one else on the terrace will know what they're talking about, and when Wylan is offered the book by Jesper he initially refuses to take it. He asks 'What does it say?' and Jesper replies 'Just look'. In this scene everyone, including the reader, is yet to learn that Wylan cannot read and therefore this line doesn't have any particular impact on us in the moment, except as a continuation of the idea that Wylan feels uncomfortable and that the others tend to be impatient with him for the way he doesn't fit into their world. But imagine what this scene would look like with the added subtext that Jesper already knows he can't read but the others don't! AND the added subtext they already have an established relationship!!

Imagine the panic in Wylan's eyes slowly growing as the book moves round the group, imagine the hesitation in his voice as he asks Jesper what it says, imagine Jesper softening his voice to reassure him as he gently tells him that he just has to look.

And on this same vein, imagine Jesper beginning to piece together why Wylan 'left' his father's house early on. Imagine Jesper standing on the deck of the Ferolind with Inej as she quietly tells him that Van Eck writes to Wylan every week and Wylan doesn't even open the letters, the way she'd study him as she noticed that he knew something more than her but would never pry. Imagine the way the tone would change for when Wylan is drawing the maps of the Ice Court and says he hasn’t labelled anything because he doesn’t know Fjerdan, despite the fact that he’s already revealed he speaks Fjerdan - in the book no-one questions it and I think that’s partly due to Jesper mocking him and saying that he probably doesn’t speak it well (it’s confirmed later that he does) and partly due to the way he doesn’t fit in and the others aren’t really paying him much attention; it’s a brief moment the reader doesn’t put much stock into until they find out that Wylan can’t read at the end of the book. The added dimension of us already having that subtext would have been absolutely fascinating and I am so so upset we don’t get to see it play out, especially since we would probably have a lot of Wesper angst going on as well - I’m imaging the way Wylan would fear Jesper ratting him out or turning on him because he lied to him and being so shocked that he doesn’t and just not understanding the way he still cares about him or that he would still protect him because he doesn’t know what it feels like to be loved I’m gonna cry

[ryan-waddell11]

god, I miss him so much. please come back :((

[leviackermansjewishwife]

I’m just a Jewish girl on my hands and knees begging the world to stop fandomizing this war.

Acting like this war is just some child’s t.v show, this is incredibly nuanced topic with, bad and good people on both sides. Acting like this is some simple “good guy versus bad guy” war harms both Israelis and Palestinians.

Real people lives are at stake, this isn’t avatar or the hunger games, it’s not fictional characters at stake, it’s real life people, and you’re using them as tokens.

Not to mention this ideal harms diaspora Jews. To the world it gives them reason to be antisemitic, because it makes it look like the Jews are the villains here.

WHICH WE ARE NOT!

So please world stop making this war so fandom war! It just harms people!

[mothmanperson]

||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

tw: /

cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

I lied in a YouTube Comment thread.

This comment thread actually is gold. Gave me the best of Tumblr vibes, so I had to share

[ereminsdiary]

if someone doesn’t write a toe curling, cheek clenching, coochie throbbing khonshu fic after todays episode… 🫦

[animatedmess]

I need someone to write a luciferxreader to king of my heart

[shift-dreamr]

Men be like “I love natural women” but then bully a bitch for having more than one crooked tooth

[starfinss]

Okay FIIIIINE I may not be opposed to writing some Zuko x reader requests. This live action series, flaws aside, has reawakened my obsession with him.

[2high4xi]

To all my castlevania fan fiction writers…..

where.is.the,drolta.fanfiction.

WHERE IS IT?!

I swear I’m going through 5 stages of grief rn:

*enter sad alpha music*

denial:

anger:

bargaining:

depression:

acceptance:

NAH FUCK THAT. ON MY MOMMA YALL GOT ME FUCKED UP.

YOU SEE THAT WOMAN? OFC U DO.

SO WHERE.IS.THE.FANFICTION? HUH?

don’t get me wrong y’all are doing GREAT with the fan art, ok. *smooches to the artists.*

but tell me please. where is the fanfic babes?

Me onw to rizz up castlevania fanfic writers to give me some drolta headcanons or sum shit:

[hxneyrose0130]

You’re telling me Bakugou died 7 months ago? HORIKOSHI I EXPECTED HIM TO BE DEAD FOR TWO CHAPTERS NOT 20 😭 BRING BACK MY BOY PLEASE

[leosxrealm]

i wanna make a max verstappen x male! leclerc! reader but i don’t have ideas for it😭😭

send help 🙏🏼🙏🏼

edit: EVERYBODYS LIKING NOBODYS GIVING ANY IDEAS😭

edit 2: okay so i have a couple of ideas for this and i may make a short series about it. i’ll make a proper post about it later but if anyone wants to be tagged in it lmk <3

edit 3: it’s in work 🤞🏼🤞🏼

[tempii]

Happy New Year!!

A quick sketch, *instert cat meme*

Roach from @the-passenger-if

[mothmanperson]

||Teamaker, Tea-taster||

??? x gn!reader

tw: blood, knife, wounds

cw: knife play(?), blood play (?), humiliation, degrading, sadism, masochism, yandere themes, a little smidge of angst ;), blood consumption on both sides, sub character, dom reader, just spice no smut :P

part two of this. part three

this took fucking ages, i am hungry and i need to piss much fun with this :P also thx for so many likes on the first part, expect more in the future

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

it has been a few weeks since you and him finally went your separate ways. well he did anyway.

he never once approached or bothered you in any kind of way. his teasing stopped and he seemed to be rather fond of getting as far away as possible from you.

which you didn't mind but.... your life form then on has been kind of... boring; bland in a way. there's always this nagging feeling at the back of your head that something is missing and you hated it.

but you also couldn't go back to the way it had been before since it hindered your performance of work.

at least now you didn't get an earful every evening from pierro because you messed up.

with a quiet hum you continued your every growing stack of paperwork you oh-so hated.

but the cop of tea that rested in your fingertips made it bearable.

you refilled you cup and put in a few pieces of rock sugar. it went best with the tea you had. which was a white tea with jasmin and rose, the fine subtle flavour of the sugar was perfect as to not overwhelm the soft flavours, unlike honey does. that'd be a shame.

you always liked you tea sweeter. it reminded you of when you were younger.

he was so so bothered.

and he despised it so much.

ever since that day he cannot for the life of him concentrate on the tasks given to him. whether it be simple or hard.

the second he stops thinking about the task his mind wanders to such a different place, it was embarrassing.

and there was the problem that you were still around. on meetings, on missions in a random hallways and everytime you passed he went beet red as he rushed to get away. his body doing uncomfortable things to him and his mind.

he was so confused. how could you, you of all the people have such affect on him.

you didn't even do anything. you just did what he had asked for. and now he was stuck deep inside the mess. and he was to deep to back out.

he even asked the first harbinger and the tsaritsa herself for some mission far far away, which was not granted.

it was frustrating and at some point he came to the humiliating conclusion he had to do something about it, but not just with anyone of course, it had to be you.

just like it always has been.

it was night now, around 1am and you were still awake, like always, sitting infront of the fireplace in your room, like always. you had finished your paperwork for the day and started relaxing with a nice cup of black tea with pink rose.

it had a nice tangy-ness to it that nicely removed the bland and utterly disgusting flavour from the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes relishing in the way your taste buds seemed to bloom at the flavour.

but...

something seemed to be missing.

you thought nothing of it until a quiet 'badum' 'badum' in a rapid pace caught your attention.

a heartbeat. and a fast one at that.

if you had to guess, the individual was nervous, or scared, or excited.

you pondered about who it could be, if it is a fatui agent or another harbinger. who knows maybe it was an assassin sent to kill you.

though that seemed rather unlikely.

without thinking any further you moved from your place at the floor to your door and the noise got louder.

what you hadn't expected was him when you opened the door, prepared to knock with a trembling hand lifted in the air.

now the both of you were surprised.

but you took in his face, it was red, extremely so, and it got redder by second as he started to realize.

a smile made it was to your face as you leant against the side of your door.

"well who do we have here? the little 'peacemaker' has made a reappearance in my life, what a turn of events"

oh how you loved to see him so- so

embarrassed, humiliated, so close to breaking.

and you didn't even do anything.

you never did.

it was something new, something you might need more often in your life. so it wasn't as boring.

(would you have not been engrossed in the moment you would've noticed the missing feeling of forgetting something)

"you- i-i" he started, and stuttered. it was so unlike him. the usually confident and teasing nature completely washed away.

hah, all you did was look at him.

pathetic.

"well? would you be so kind and tell me what you need me for? i was just about to relax and my 'leaf water' is getting cold, i'm afraid i do not have taht much time on my hand"

you were egging him on, leading him to were exactly you wanted him to be.

he knew it.

and yet... he took it like a dog. like the pathetic little dog he was.

he hated himself so much right now, now more than ever.

"do it" he finally got out of his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed.

but you only smiled more.

god you had such an enticing smile. archons it was going to be the death of him.

"do what? explain it for me, please?" you asked, seemingly confused.

he wanted to hit you so bad right about now.

"you- you wanted to know how i taste like, right? i am giving you permission to use my-...... body liquids. whichever you please"

oh archons he was really doing this.

your smile turned mischievous as you subtly looked around the hallway of your room.

he couldn't even react as his body was pulled inside and trapped between you and a wall.

you looked down on him, just like he used to do with you. you reversed the roles faster than he could believe.

and he fucking loved it.

he love the way you treated him, the way you handled him, the way your body looked and smelled

the way you walked and talked and went about your day.

with love sick, half lidded eyes he gazed into yours.

he fucking loved you, the thought of you. truly, he didn't know you so he couldn't love you as a person, just as the thing you made him see and believe.

you led him on just like you did with everyone else.

and he knew that, but af this point in time he didn't care, he wanted you, in whichever way possible.

he needed you or he might really go insane.

(as if he wasn't already)

with smooth movements you picked up his hand by his wrist, pulling a knife from your thigh-strap with your other hand.

"are you sure? you don't seem to be in the right mind right now?"

for anyone else this might've sounded sincere, but this is you we are talking about.

you were mocking him.

"i am you-" just as he wanted to go off and insult you in your face, you cut into his wrist, not to deep as to kill him of course, you wanted to keep you little 'peacemaker' to yourself for a while.

nobody would want him anyway and you were going to make sure no one was going to be good enough.

he should always crawl back to you.

he groaned in slight discomfort, but the white pain did nothing to sooth his incoming lust for more.

"lets try your pretty red blood first shall we? the metallic taste will go amazing with the sweetness of the white tea" you laughed quietly as you went to get your tea cup.

his mind was dazed and didn't even realize you went away, before you came back.

you gently took his still bleeding wrist again and dragged your tongue against the still flowing liquid.

you reached the wound and begun sucking and lapping at it as if your life depended on it.

when you decided you had enough you took a sip for your cup and let the flavours mix and do its wonders.

you closed your eyes.

he twitched and stared in wonder. would you like it? was it good? does he want to try? was he allowed to ask?

you were so close.

you let the flavour swish around in your mouth as he watched, a drop of diluted red running down your lip and chin, to your throat then vanish under you clothes.

"eyes up here" you whispered and took his face into your free hand, so he looked into your eyes.

you chuckled at his lustful gaze.

he was sure with the way you looked into his eyes you could read his mind.

"do you want to try? does my little 'peacemaker' want to try aswell?"

"i d-do- please let me try please"

oh he was so delicious. he looked so delicious while begging. you couldn't get enough.

you took your hand from his face and put your knife against your thumb, pressing and cutting into your finger.

he didn't get it at first but when you put your thumb against his wet, puffy lips and ordered "suck" he knew.

and he got even more excited, his body was showing symptoms he had almost never before.

he sucked on your finger, coating it in the same warm liquid he spit into your tea not to long ago.

you watched this pathetic little man take your thumb like the desperate little whore he was. amusing really, how this mighty harbinger got reduced to nothing but a stuttering, sucking and begging mess in a matter of a few minutes.

heh, you loved that- that thought that only you could do that.

you took a big sip of the tea, emptying the cup completely and he looked at you with glossed over dazed eyes.

his lips tainted the color of your blood and his face almost had the same color.

oh archons, who gave you such a blessing.

you dove in, connecting his lips with yours as he let out a startled sound.

you spit the white tea into his mouth and even tasted a little bit of your own blood as you shoved your tongue into his throat.

your desperate make out didn't last long. yet he yearned for more and more and more, more of something he couldn't get.

a sting of reddish saliva connect your tongue to his closed lips.

"come one, swallow now. lukewarm tea is bad tea" you tilted up his chin and as ordered, he swallowed.

him and his body, were so desperate, so so fucking desperate.

"please- fucking- please" you noticed in the tremble of his voice just how fucking needy he was now.

"how pathetic, really" you sneered, and he whimpered.

he might've just came on the spot.

he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, confused.

"did- did you really just- i didn't even touch you! just how much of a fucking whore are you?" you ful on laughed now.

just now he noticed the slight dampness of his pants and he clenched his eyes shut.

"well then- seems like i have another flavour to taste test"

"fucking bitch....

my bitch, only mine- forever and ever~"

[http-reddie]

happy pride month to these two & these two only <3

[fake-academic]

oh merciful cupid i beg of you - hit us both next time