#imma add on later

[ilumin]

I'm crying, they're so silly

[scificrows]

i like to make fun of murderbot for being all "i hate everyone, i don't care about anything or anyone, fuck off" while simultaneously caring very much about the people around it and the situations it finds itself in. i love how it "accidentally" ends up caring quite a lot about the friends it makes along the way. but i think something that i tend to forget is that murderbot actively decides to care - at least at some point in its story.

idk, as a person that struggles with depression, this paragraph from artificial condition really resonates with me. prior to all systems red, murderbot had contracts. it had routine and it had protocols. it knew what it had to do to just get by, how to perform so no one would notice it had disabled its governor module. it was deeply depressed, yes, but it was functioning (for lack of a better word). in artificial condition, murderbot's routine is gone. it cannot go on in that state of numbly going-from-contract-to-contract, putting in as little effort as possible, consuming media to cope. that option is gone because it escaped (and note that escaping the company was not an active choice, it kinda happened to it). murderbot has two options now: it can either gather all its energy; actively do something new and difficult and distressing; change something in its life and try. or it can let the numbness and the emptiness take over and stop trying. if murderbot wants to survive as a rogue secunit, it has to try. no matter how difficult that is. the wording in that paragraph really hits home for me. the way the non-caring sees an opportunity to slip in and to take over. does murderbot even care? does anything really matter? is anything really worth the hassle? wouldn't it be so much easier to just let your mind slip away a little, to go numb, to be passive, to watch media and wait for things to happen to you? wouldn't it be nice to stop thinking and struggling and feeling complicated things? to stop making an effort? you've been dealing with a lot lately and maybe it's time to just shut down. maybe you'll just take a little break. just slip deeper into this chair and start the show. time flies when you're not paying attention. trying is exhausting. who cares if you don't do the things you wanted to do, you were supposed to do. it'll be fine. let's just ignore those things for now. just let the non-caring take over. just stop thinking. you can deal with the aftermath later. just watch your shows. who cares. but murderbot cares. it decides to care. it decides to fight with all it has and i think that is so brave. and i think in the later books caring is less of an active decision for murderbot. once you start caring, it's easier to keep going than to stop; and murderbot, for all its "i'm a grumpy rogue secunit, leave me alone" behavior, knows just how important caring is. so it's not that it doesn't know what's happening; rather, it lets itself care. tl;dr: caring is not the default for murderbot, it's just the more difficult of two options. and it decides not to take the soft option. it decides to struggle. it decides to care. and so it does.

[mmavverickk]

you ever think about how, at Camp Half-Blood, value is placed on the individual?

you are taken somewhere safe. you are trained so that someday you can survive on your own outside the borders. you bunk with your friends and family, either in cabin 11 or your parent's. you are taught greek myths so that those myths cannot take you by surprise. you are given the skills you need to succeed where you can, to live your life: forging, archery, agility, fighting, riding, gardening.

quests are rare. quests are for the unlucky. the gods are there, but as a background presence. they are given offerings, and prayers, as parents and rulers, but they are not the main focus of the camp.

now, do you ever think about how at Camp Jupiter, Rome comes before all else?

you are taken somewhere in the wilderness. you are trained by the mother of Rome so that someday you can take your place in the Legion. you bunk with your comrades, in cohorts separated mainly by skill. you are taught roman history so that you can honor it. you are given the skills you need to fight for Rome.

quests serve to bring glory to the Legion. quests are for ranking officers. the gods are distant, mythical, all-powerful beings that are to be respected before all else. they are the lifeblood of Rome. Camp exists to serve Rome and Olympus before all else.

it's no wonder they clash every time they meet.

[novistarplanet]

Daddy's Girl

ExDrugDealer!Connie x BlackReader

summary:

cw:

wc;

a/n; hope yall don't get offended by this only read this over once this is also for my fllwers 🩷 + requests are open

Growing up you were raised with a very religious background your furthest memory to date was your mom making you sing in the choir.

You didn't mind at all you actually liked going to church at times with your father being the pastor you were inspected to be modest all the time since you had a reputation to uphold.

Which means no growing up. No parties, No skimpy clothing, and most importantly No boyfriends.

You could never wrap your head around it.

"Y/N pull out your bible and pay attention maybe kids your age can learn something from it" Your Auntie Ruthie smacks your arm with her hand fan.

pulling out your pink bible turning the page to the scripture.

It felt like forever of your dad preaching about the same things but with different words.

Each time he finishes reciting the stories a string of "hallelujahs" and "amen" flooded the medium-sized church.

it was going just like every Sunday went it was just about time for offering when you noticed a man well boy with a collection of tattoos that marked his neck and entire two arms standing beside your father

"Brothers and sisters ill like to introduce a new family member of our church Brother Springer"

looking around you it's clear as day not everyone was with the idea of him joining.

His full name was Connie Springer or "Constance" as people called him in the streets. He was a big-known drug dealer in the area who was recently shot.

Who now found himself in your daddy's church ranting about him finding God.

Did you believe him? Hell No. But as a Christian, you have to see the good in people.... so who are you to judge?

“Now folks I want you to open him with open arms lets all bow our heads and say a prayer towards this young brotha!” on cue, everyone bowed their head as your father recites the words.

You could feel eyes watching you while each word was spoken. slowly opening your eyes up you see Connie smirking at you biting his lip

you couldn't help but stare he was oddly attractive your aunties warned you to stay away from thugs and deadbeats.

but something about him made your heart skipped.

closing your eyes again focusing on the prayer and blocking him out but it wasn't too long before negative thoughts filled your mind.

dirty ones.

you have been having dreams of someone buried deep between your plush dark toned thighs slopping all over your messy cunt while one of his hands is wrapped around your neck.

rising up from your two soft pillows your clear juices dripping from he’s barely visible stubble beard.

His hands soon found home around your jaw shaking it roughly

“open your fucking mouth bitch” the dark figure huffed out.

quickly opening your mouth obeying his command

he used the hand that was wrapped around your jaw lifting it up and shoving it back down.

“you know what to do stop actin dumb” he takes his other hand that was originally holding your thigh to slap you across the face till your pink little tongue came out.

“ m’imma reward you for being so good” he hurtles a gob of spit down your throat forcing you to swallow it.

“yea thats it you really want daddy’s dick huh? you fuckin dirty whore” he lets go of the placements of hands as now they found their way towards his pants.

unzipping them revealing dark blue boxers with a large bulge

slowly pulling the-

“Y/N! You better not be sleep!” your auntie hits your side again slightly shoving you.

by the time you opened your eyes, everyone was on their way out probably going to red lobster or olive garden.

“now this is my first and only daughter y/n” You look over to see your dad talking to Connie looking directly at you.

connie still had the look in his eyes he did before

“well look at gawd y/n come over here and say hi to our new member”

you walk over gripping at your coral-colored dress.

“Hola hermosa, ¿cómo estás?” he spoke his spanish fast and you couldn’t lie you found it attractive especially the way hes tongue moves

“huh?? sorry im not very fluent in spanish” heat flooded your cheeks quickly. maybe you should have paid attention in spanish.

“ahh it’s okay Cariño i was either at first” followed by that he opened hes mouth displaying hes pearlie white teeth shiny teeth and me you guess.

“well good news baby connie here is coming to bible study”

okay what does that have to do with you???

“and you’re gonna help him find the way of god”

WHAT??

Today was the day you and connie were having a one on prayer session. You didn’t even know the boys last name.

and here you are wearing a simple peach shade dress with white stockings underneath.

not to mention the black lace bra that cups your breasts perfectly

you walked in to see Connie already there reading over the bible

he was wearing a wife beater tattoos marked all over hes two arms depictions of guns,skulls and you even spotted prayer hands.

you quickly rush towards your seat right in front of him he slowly raises he's head up meeting you in the eye.

"how long have you been staring at me hermosa?"

you quickly bended your head down shying away from he's grazed as he chuckles.

"im just joking with your baby"

despite the lingering sexual tension in the air you continue preaching

"uh okay so in Matthew 4:1 it talks about temptation from the devil and"

as you continue with the verse you can feel hes eyes lingering across your stockings you couldn't help but to look towards hes peeking becip.

during the session Constance lip bites , winking and even hes hand traveling too far down your cleavage

" and we drink the grape juice to symbolize Jesus’s purity an-“

“your not pure are you”

your head whips up with quickness as the words left hes mouth”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you we’re having a wet dream about me sunday”

he arises from hes chair and puts your right leg over hes shoulder

he pulled up your skirt exposing your white dolly panties with a small bow on top with a small patch of wetness on the soft cloth.

“the only name i respond to is daddy” his hands found comfort around your throat. testing the waters he squeezed tightly.

“ is that clear whore?”

“yes daddy” small tears begin to prick from the corner of your eyes.

everything happened so fast your skirt and panties fully removed with your left breast making an appearance out.

“ do i have permission?”

you noticed his pants were ready off leaving him in his boxers in the short time you came to terms with everything.

slowly nodding your head up and down in agreement

“words hermosa”

“yes daddy”

he , mischievously grins down at you pulling off in boxers in a swift motion revealing he's length in all its greatness

you never seen a dick face to face this was all new

the tip of he’s head lined up to your entrance making its way inside of you

you can feel your body being rigid with inch length goes in

“Dios mío why didn’t you tell me you were this fucking tight”

he started moving in and out of you at a slow pace. You can tell by the look on his face he was holding himself back

he made soft movements as he kept going in and out

the pain on its own was unbearable it was like someone stabbing your uterus over and over again it didn't make it no better that you can feel him knocking at the entrance of your Cervix.

after a while of bad after bad thumps pleasure develops in your tummy.

"ohhhhh my god"

your hands went down and gripped the base of the chair despite the loud sounds the chair constantly makes. he stops for a minute repositioning himself into a better angle and striking himself back in you. His movements came with practice and skill as he continuously flicker your G-spot. You breathes were uneven and lost in the noises that your pussy made.

you could tell he was close he's movements became more sloppier with each stroke.

"im cumming oh my fucking god im cumming"

he's fingers found their place on your clit going in a circular motion.

you too both groan loudly together while the waves of pleasure passed you as he spills himself inside you he speaks again with he's deep voice.

"same time next Wednesday?"

[loafbud]

made a 3d model of the lil guy today !!!

[dilutedconfusion]

NEWSFLASH- He thinks you’re pretty~

[saelterlude]

Don't mind me just compiling my favorite lc musical clips so I don't lose them. No particular order. pt.1 (pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 here)

(Mostly fullcam fancam because I prefer those to focused fancams)

24/01/2024, Ji Xiaokun's birthday, very cute and wholesome, Guo Hongxu got very excited introducing him

5/12/2023, Shu Rongbo and Du Guangyi singing the sofa song together

15/01/2024, Ji Xiaokun tries hogging the sofa, Guo Hongxu and Cai Lu disagrees

29/12/2023, I mostly like this one bcs its zoomed out and you can see how the room spins but if you're curious, it's also the one where Shu Rongbo drags Wu Yihan to the couch

13/01/2024 noon, I found their first performance a bit stiff so it kinda catches me off-guard when on their 2nd perf Wang Yifei slaps Zhu Hanbin's ass

22/12/2023, short one of Wang Minhui hating on a bubble gun

21/11/2023, Xian Donyue yeets Shu Rongbo across the room

30/11/2023, Overthink and Dive Back in Time special performance by Fan Ka and 白鲨Jaws. Also, Teng Chunpeng being hyper

28/11/2023, Ding Xingchen being cute, also he shared some smol kicks and punches with Du Guangyi

28/11/2023, same performance as the above but extended and fullcam, DXC, DGY and Li Zexi shares some funny high-fives, also it's Qian Anqi's birthday.

15/11/2023, Cai Lu introducing the cast after "Qiao Ling Jie save mee" -Guo Hongxu, also Ji Xiaokun is being cute here

23/11/2023, Wang Minhui focused but offscreen, Cai Qi is really having fun singing Dive Back in Time

07/01/2024 noon, have I mentioned how much I love that Cai Qi and Wang Minhui now plays their rock paper scissors legit? They got genuinely frustrated over it and it's funny

21/01/2024 noon, Ji Xiaokun and Deng Xianling armwrestling. Also Deng Xianling struggles reaching the table bcs Ji Xiaokun's dramatic ass pushes the sofa

26/01/2024, Zhu Hanbin focused but I'm just happy I finally found a Jing Yanqiao clip

31/12/2023 night, was hesitant to include this one bcs Wu Yihan was having a hard time, but he did still great and that should be appreciated

17. 24/12/2023 noon, Shu Rongbo and Wu Yihan being cute with the plushies. Also Shu Rongbo accidentally stabbed himself with Xian Dongyue's headband

18. 22/01/2024, Guo Hongxu gotta forcefully remove Shu Rongbo's leg off his. Also Shu Rongbo's laugh when he won rock paper scissor pls he's so cute

19. 30/12/2023 noon, Du Guangyi looks so happy poisoning Shu Rongbo

20. 11/11/2023, the first ever. Wang Minhui and Cai Qi still did the tutting facing each other

21. 25/01/2024, have this one of Cao Muzhi looking very dazed and out of it at first for some reason. Also Zhu Hanbin gotta change the dialogue a bit bcs he unexpectedly won with rock instead of paper

22. 15/01/2024, Guo Hongxu flustered bcs of Ji Xiaokun with a professional camera

I will add more to this list as they come, probably semi-frequently. Especially since Cao Muzhi's birthday is tomorrow so I wanna search a clip of that, as well as one of Bai Zhuoming bcs how come I have none of him? And of Fu Xiangan as soon as he debuts.

Also thank you to @chocolatexiaoshi for helping me complete the schedules!

[smoresie]

the ruthless and the masochist

[chris-spacehere]

Shoutout to spanish ccs for introducing the english community to actually canonical gays and ccs acknowledging them as such, but also trust me, what happened on the strip club was just the beggining, unrelated, here's a few image of historical events on the community

[teethchomp]

boys night!

[guhroovi]

switched off ; those eyes

Lyrics from Those Eyes by New West

I have a whole angelbutter playlist on Spotify and it's just somft

[skydreamplayzz]

Did his bro yesterday, so his turn. Both of the siblings are really Old Ocs, so maybe gonna Do a new kiddo in the future.

(I'm running out of names. 🧍‍♂️)

[fandom-cove]

you could even put the Sphinx in Ronodin's place

[a-weird-writer]

BITCH I WATCHED SUSANOO'S CG TRAILER AGAIN AND DYAMNNN I'M THIRSTING ABOUT HIM I WANT TO BE HUG BY SUSANOOO-SAMA'S YUMMY ARMS AS IF HE'S PROTECTING ME 😭😭😭😭 ANY HEADCANON OR SMTH ABOUT HIM IF YOU PLEASE!!!

Susanoo loves hugs, physical contact is greatly important to men like Susanoo and equally cherished. Like the gold coins in a treasure chest.

Many many years fighting evil gods rendered Susanoo a cold but very lonely individual, shattered his initial innocence and tethered his divine standing. War opens one's eyes to how the world really is in the face of a god. For practically heavy-hearted Susanoo, weighted by a dark curse, to seek humanity and crave sentiment is logical; a fond trance of friendship, of a time long drifted far from home.

Scars litter Susanoo's body. Wounds no mere mortal can suppress; brother to a divine lie, the cursed executioner of Takamagahara, a deep engravement with in his very spirit.

The radiation of battle stubbornly follows Susanoo, in the form of fierce winds and terrible waves. Bellowing in the wet vapor of clouds, shouting voices of booming thunder heard from the other side of the Earth; Seas, fields of devoted spoil's part ways under the weather's calming gaze. The war-torn catalyst overcomes all in his way, as expected from a harbinger of storms grand enough to cause earthquakes. Slayer of gods. Tight, closes in on himself, too bashful for his own good in the modern world; complicated amounts of trauma burden him, plagued by shadows and ghosts. War with no direction is an ugly sight, as is Susanoo most days, the skies will say as much.

No one likes getting hurt, and Susanoo wholly hates the fight; a judge loathing his purpose, but when the role beseeches, the weather's will strike it down. A pawn to fate, solider to destiny. Godly weapon of Amaterasu.

Regardless, he wants no habit of distancing himself, hurting others. His sanity is one of the very few things he has left. As long as he maintains himself and his beloved, his death couldn't feel more peacefully accepted.

How afraid Susanoo is to actually let people in, only a mortal can simply imagine, thrown in a future so vastly different then his last.

-

An immovable god in the face of evil.

Susanoo's life is bound to be surrounded by calamity; gods of this world often are. This god rushes into battle the moment his people are threatened, a call for help answered with a loud clap of raging thunder, fast as lightening, a fierce strike upon the forces of darkness. A judgement for those who dare harm the weak. He will sacrifice himself to protect those he trusts. That fear of hurt-the pain and loss, hid under a cover of steel-like ambition and warrior spirit.

Clearing the skies of a man like this takes kind patience, Susanoo is an immortal spiral across the overcast, dark and looming. His storms are merciless, fierce, but the rainbows right behind shine such a bright lovely light. There is a strange, phenomenal contrast of balance slowly trailing Susanoo everywhere he flies. Humans and monsters alike fear provocation when he actually isn't a bad person, not easily offendable.

People judge the judge. He has low social skills and is calmly introverted, a tightly wound god.

Hugs heal, a remedy amongst good companions. A friendly gesture so loving in its simplicity, a charming tie of fingers and arms. Interlocking persons, closer than ever before. Lonely people naturally desire personal things, especially lonely humans and gods.

No one-nothing makes Susanoo happier, cleans his wounds faster than a hug from his most beloved one. His arms are primed to the brim of God-like power, the purest source of weather and sky. A surface tension of lightening, thunder and cloud-like flesh.

A hug from Susanoo is guaranteed perfection. Hugs are a physical motion of connection, a bind between to dedicated people. A promise. It descends on you like a forgotten breeze, a motion you longed for since you first heard it sing, saw it linger and hover over your hands and face. You never thought Susanoo, a man of judgement, a powerful god of weather, would look at you like you're at the edge of the Earth.

The corner of Heaven and beyond.

He-your precious Susanoo-doesn't leave without leaving something behind, a happy reminder. Susanoo talks to you in the softest ways, even in silence his heart speaks volumes, damn near vulnerable if gods can be that way. To Susanoo, hugs are another way to feel, to connect. Longing sways in an ancient body, careful calculating movements. Either by brushing a few strands of your hair out of your eyes or a tender knuckle kissing the side of your cheek. A gentle aura of summer solace, a smell of minty mist. The afterglow of heavy rainfall.

It is a living dream, to be cradled softly in his arms, you and Susanoo are dead to the world like this. Quiet and content, moments like this are why people live, die clinging to another. Love is a twisted curse; humans have gone mad and killed for it, but it is addicting. And it is human.

Worth protecting. Burning in his memory for a thousand years and a night more.

Of love, enough to burst his poor heart. You found him, holding so tightly like he will vanish out of thin air, lovely tenderness, a kindness tasted on the tip of his tongue. Gone from the world, away from you. You don't want to let go, nor does he.

(You suppose that means both of you are selfish beings. For you though, to know despite everything, you will still be happy; live a long life, not in pain, but at peace? Susanoo will go as decided, selfish as he needs to be to protect you and that graceful smile, catching the stars in those wonderful lips. A face he grew so content with for so long after eternity long existence-banishment in cruel isolation.

Even after so long, century to century, he forgot not a single detail of yourself. Of your expressions, and certainly never your happiness.)

Pain-any resentment-dies when you hold him, pitifully and without remorse. A child comforting in their favorite teddy bear. To the dusty shelves of his inner mind, alone to wither and die, forbidden merits and shards to time.

None of that is important.

Not as important as returning home to his beloved-slowly eroding to the sands of time, your crescent moons never wavered-the warmth of a familiar light after a long day of hardship.

To that hug-a delicious sentiment, the romantic bind.

Your promise he always misses.

[gifti3]

is there a "no nut november" fic thing for asmo and mc??

ik its a silly thing to participate in but i think it would be funny for scenario purposes

mc randomly decides to join in with no warning, which ends up half-dragging asmo into it (mc says he doesn't even have to join in, he can literally go self pleasure himself but "its not as fun doing it alone")

now asmo gets to spend a month trying to "tempt" mc so they give up this dumb thing

if theres no fic...lets imagine it in our minds together

one attempt asmo invites mc to watch a movie and he picks the worst movie possible

other attempts involve:

“staring very hard”

“staring very hard 2: my charming ability doesnt work but imma try anyway”

"Im hugging you im cuddling you im hugging you im--"

“lets take a bath together!”

[isame-allen]

Was like “since i made a bibical accurate(ish) dream might as well do it to vanta as well”