#jsut spread the word

[phsycodesi]

Freedom doesn’t come for free, the price is paid by few.

I think all Indians, whether you are against pushing for a war or for it, should watch this. We need to start thinking of India as OUR country, and stop this… detached fa Alysia of our country because literally no one but us will ever talk from our countries side. And if you get to the end without clicking off or getting bored, then I literally applaud you.

Please share this message. Immortalize the Pahalgam attack, the Genocide of half of Kashmir’s HINDU citizens by brainwashed freaks.

Pakistan has sworn to bleed India by a thousand cuts. It will die if we let these thousand internal cuts fester. I refuse to let these thousand cuts fester.

I stand with India. I stand with everyone who stands with India. No more lying down and taking things.

Krishna told Arjun to take up his arms and fight for what is his, fight for what is RIGHT. Fight for his wife’s honor, for his birthright, for promises broken and for justice to be delivered. Because the other side doesn’t give a fuck if we nuke them or cut off their river water or take away their people’s visas. They will keep killing people, because they don’t fucking care. (I am also like 90% sure they use religion as an excuse to hide their greed for power so-)

At the time of the Mahabharata, war was the only way to resolve conflict. Today there are many more ways this can be done without shedding the blood of our own soldiers.

So I make this demand to the government. Cut off all ties to Pakistan. Threaten geopolitical pressure on those who stand with or even indirectly support Pakistan. Call them out and put forward our case.

Let Pakistan die of its self inflicted thousand cuts. That country can scums to it without us sacrificing a single soldier if the government, plays its cards right.

So stop fighting over whether we should bomb Pakistan or not and fucking stand together damn it. We are a single country guys. We’re fucking INDIA! The place where legend has come alive, the land that our ancestors sacrificed themselves for.

I choose to be selfless and brave. I will keep the memory of every tragedy, every attack, every life taken ALIVE. I swear this.

[animationismycomfort]

🚨 urgent appeal🚨🚨

My children and I have been under war for a year💔🇵🇸.

We want your help to give us a better life🙏😔.

Don't hesitate to help me save my children.

Reblog and donate to save my family 🙏���

https://gofund.me/8c2f350d

y’all know what to do

[dustyhyena]

it really, really warms my heart when i check in on the campaigns of those who reached out to me and see that they've gotten more donations ;;;; like . humanity is real and people care and these people deserve so much. im getting a bit teary

[lostalioth]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭

→ premise: you in those damn jeans, those stupid jeans that fit you just right. your hips, your waist, your thighs. and god your ass in those jeans nearly had sam drooling. it was shameful he knew it but he couldn’t help it, not when your ass looked so prefect.

→ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, anal, caught masturbating, switch!sam? [he’s dominating but also jsut whiny and desperate?], nicknames [angel, baby], no lube or prep really for the anal part [i lowkey didn’t wanna write it lmao], not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 17

It was pathetic, he was pathetic he knew that and yet he just couldn't care at the moment nor help himself. You looked so good he swore it was driving him clinically insane. So good that it was making his genius brain malfunction, and his downstairs ‘brain’ run on overdrive. 

He couldn't focus, could barely understand a word the witnesses were saying, it was all going in one ear and out the other. His eyes were just glued on you, on your body, on those stupid perfectly fitting jeans you wore. He felt like a hormonal teenager again, getting all worked up over a dumb pair of tight jeans on a woman. It didn't help that Sam has already been nursing a small crush on you that he’s had sense him and his brother met you. 

He had to bail on you and dean in the middle of the interviews, giving the both of you some excuse about not feeling the best and that maybe he needed some extra rest. Though in truth his pants were just getting tighter by the minute and his head getting foggier. He somehow managed to walk himself back to the motel, the short walk doing not a damn thing to clear his head. You in those fucking jeans, those jeans that hug your thighs and your wasit just right, those stupidly tight jeans that made your ass look so fucking bitable it was making him lose his mind. 

Even though muffled by his t-shirt pulled up and tucked between his teeth all that filled the quiet dingy motel room were Sams whines they were so loud. He was a mess the second he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs. His large hand furiously stroking up and down his aching cock, pulling strangled whimpers and cries from his lips. His precum leaking out from his tip acting as lube for his hand to glide along his shaft faster, squeezing it hard as he goes. 

He was already so close, it only added to his feeling of being pathetic, he really was a horny teenager now, he couldn't even last that long with his fist around his cock and his head filled with thoughts of you. You on top of him riding him as he whines, you under him your limbs an entangled mess as you pant and moan into his mouth. Him with his head buried between your thighs, you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, any and all different kinds of images of you all over him. “Need you s’bad, s‘fuckin’ bad holy shit….” He hissed through his teeth in a hushed tone as his head fell back in pleasure, cries of your name and whines about how good you looked fall from his mouth like a waterfall the closer he gets to the edge.

“Hey Sam? Honey? you doing okay?” Your voice shattered the daydream going on in his head that was just about to make him cum. In shock and embarrassment his hand stills, inadvertently edging himself. The nickname only makes his cock twitch more as a short whine comes out of his mouth in response. He was caught and it should be embarrassing, humiliating even, you caught him jerking off in the middle of the day. He should be feeling anything else but what he was right now, It shouldn’t excite him that you caught him. But he was too far gone into a desperate type of head space to care at the moment. 

“Oh shit!, i'm sorry i didn't mean to barge in i thought you’d be napping” you babble out, covering your face as heat spreads through your body as you turn around and move like you're about to leave. As you turn sam gets an even better almost 360º view of your body, how the jeans cling to your thighs, the waistband snug around your waist, the denim looks practically painted on your ass, they were so tight.

“Need it s’bad, please i need you s’bad yoou dont have to leave” he whines out, you had already caught him so any composure or decorum he had has been thrown out the window alongside reason. He could be completely ruining your friendship at this moment, you could be disgusted with him and reject him but he was taking that risk cause he was desperate. 

Your body as if moving on its own accord, revealing your own hidden desires turns back around to face Sam, slowly taking your hands away from your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes scan over his body, his shirt tugged up and stuffed in his mouth exposing his chest, a small trail of hair leading down to where his hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, a pleading look in his glazed over eyes. Slowly you make your way over to him spread out on the bed, your steps careful as if you were gonna spook him by moving too fast. “What- Uh- what do you need honey?” You question, still a bit confused and extremely nervous. You’d do anything to help Sam, and getting to see him like this all pathetic and desperate was a bonus that was making slick settle in your core and your thighs clench together. 

“I need you, want you s’bad” he whines out dropping his shirt from his mouth as he grabs ahold of your hand when you get close enough. Placing your hand on his stiff throbbing cock with his own, you let out a small gasp at the feeling of his warm cock under your touch. “This is what you do to me, you and ya’ fucking stupid tight jeans” he hissed out, letting go of your hand and taking note of the fact you dont move it off his cock he slaps your ass hard with his big hand resting and gropping at it after it comes down. 

“These damn jeans that make your ass look so good angel, so good that I couldn't focus, baby. Wanna fuck you s’bad, wanna fuck this ass” he was rambling now looking up at you with his signature puppy eyed look that made you melt. He was so hard it was getting painful, especially since he stopped himself right when he was gonna cum.

He's already thrown caution to the wind by this point, there was no going back.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

You gave in. 

Willing to do whatever it took to make Sam feel better as well as the fact that all his begging had made you about just as desperate for him. He had you on his lap now, your back pressed against his bare chest. He was quick to strip you of all your clothes, eyes glued to the way he had to practically peel your jeans off your body. Your thighs were spread and laid over his legs that he had bent up, his feet planted flat on the bed. 

Your head was spinning from the feeling of his rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Palming at your tits and his thumb flicking your nipples, squeezing your waist when you squirm in his grasp and grind your ass against him. His lips were mouthing and kissing along your neck, tongue poking out to lick up the side and even behind your ear, sucking patches of small hickies onto the unmarked skin. Your body relaxed more and more in his arms as Sam said; “Need you real relaxed for this angel okay? As bad as i want this i don't wanna hurt ya’” you were certainly relaxed once his thumb started rubbing circles over your bundle of nerves, sighing in a mixture of pleasure and relief. You whine softly as your pussy aches, begging for release already as your folds are dripping in slick, a trail of it sliding down your cunt to your ass even. 

Lifting his hips his tip nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass, his precum that hasn't stopped leaking as well as his spit that coated his cock acted as your only form of lube as he bullies his thick cock inside. With a broken gasp in both pain and pleasure at the new sensation you dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around your stomach holding you against him. “Sam~ Honey- Fuck!” You blabber out in a string of jumbled together moans, losing track of where you were gonna go with your sentence once his cock pushes all the way inside, your hole sucking his cock inside. 

“Atta’ girl, s’good f’me angel. God your ass is so fuckin’ tight” he cries out, he was already still on edge from just his fist but this feeling was gonna send him flying over it faster than he wanted. The pleasure of his cock filing your ass as well as his thumb which hasn't stopped playing with your clit has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Baby, m’not gonna last long, it's too much” you moan out as his hips buck up and thrust into you, settling at a fast and relentless pace not giving you any more time to get adjusted. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay, j’ cum, just cum for me angel” he nods his head frantically, moans and desperate cries fill the room and you don't know what sounds are coming from who as you clench down on him. 

Your body tensing up and your eyes screwing shut as your climax washes over you, a loud wanton moan falling out of your mouth. Worry about the other residents hearing anything long since past, Sam even felt a small ego boost knowing they were hearing you scream out his name. His hips not stopping their hard thrusting, Sam too lost in pleasure with his head buried in your neck as his cock pounds your ass making you see stars as you cum. 

“Feel so good angel, holy shit squeezin’ me even tighter as you cum shit~” he groans out, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as his breath fans across your ear. Your cum leaks out of your pussy, sliding down to Sams cock giving it even more slick for him to fuck up into you harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. 

“Gonna cum angel, but dont think im done with ya’ when i do, need to fuck that pretty pussy too. Been dreamin’ about that sense we met, need to make you all mine” he cries out as he turns your face towards his and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you like a man starved. His moans are muffled into the kiss as well as more whines of your name as he cums hard.

→ a/n: AHHHH last day of kinktober is tomorrow!! Im hoping i get to post the last day on halloween but i might not so if i dont expect it nov

[rodolfoparras]

Fics that are about a straight man persistently insisting that he likes women and doesn’t want to fuck another man makes me go absolutely feral because all I��m thinking about treating him the way he’d treat a woman laying him gently on the bed spreading his thighs wide till his ears and cheeks are burning up before kissing upon his hole like it’s a sloppy wet pussy telling him how pretty he is like this just to hear him cuss you out but he loves it so much - he didnt know it’d feel this nice - it’s not like he hasn’t touched a woman like this before but she hadn’t reacted as strong as he did in this very moment then again he’s always been so hasty with his touch meanwhile you’re calculated and gentle thumb stroking at his sensitive numb before cruel fingers tug and taunt at his tits back arching up at every touch you grace him with gently teasing him till he’s begging pleading for something you pretend to be dense just to see him stutter over his words before he eventually manages to ask of you to fuck him tears cascading down his cheeks because he’s so embarrassed about this and when he finally manages to splurt it out you tell him no just to watch his eyes go wide “can’t jsut fuck you have to prepare you first, you don’t just fuck your women do you?” He doesn’t even know what to say mouth opening and closing eyes blinking rapidly because yes that’s how he does a quick hook up eventually he manages to say that yes this is how he usually does it “oh love that won’t do have to prepare you first or else it’ll hurt but maybe you like that no?”

[7thrsd]

okay. okay. I just need to spread the word or I'm gonna explode. I dunno how many of you read what I have to say or maybe you came here jsut for fun and pictures (it's alright, skip the next part of the text) bu-- that's not what I'm talking about

I've been thinking a lot about the biography of historical accurate Hans, as I can remember he died at the 30. shit!! he's so young even by medieval standards. so after another disappointment in life I began to collect information abut Hans' lifetime. in short I wanna draw a little comic about my headcanon bad good ending for Hans because I really like good bad endings (mostly good than bad tbh)

+:

+ about ~20 pages of deep hansry shiet

+ it's probably gonna be nice I really love drawing comics

+ good ending for hans!! (but let's call it neutral tho I really don't think that ending is even half way good)

+ I'll let my headcanon live sob

-:

- probably I won't be able to draw colored pics and another comics for a quite some time (maybe a couple weeks) (but still I can draw a bunch of sketches because I draw a lot of stuff before my eyes are closed for sleep)

- there's possibility that no one but me wants this stupid comic. I love drawing BUT if you drawing a whole fucking comic and no one is interested in... it feels kinda. idk it feels like I've done all this whole work for nothing

- in the last time I tried to draw my own comic I went into a deep ahitty depression so I have no idea how it's gonna work now (and NEVERMIND that my comic was well over this ~20 pages, I'm still horrified) I DON'T KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN. NO ONE KNOWS.

and I just don't know what to do lmao. HELP.

[evieshellscape]

I don't talk about my personal life on here, really at all, mainly for my privacy, but I need to share a personal story.

Justin Johnson, a 16 year old sophomore at Central Dauphin High School was killed on friday. He had a medical condition. He was chased by his fellow students as they yelled racially discriminatory words at him. He died of cardiac arrest after his dad found him passed out in their home after the chase. One of his peers from school was interviewed, they said that he was often ostracized, especially because of his language barrier. He had just recently moved from Jamaica and the student alleges that he was often at the end of jokes, not understanding what they meant.

Central Dauphin East High School, their sister school and my high school, organized a peaceful walk out during the last period of the day tomorrow (Friday May 3rd) over to the administration building, which is just across the parking lot. The admin shut it down. They told us that we couldn't peacefully protest and demand action. Bullying has been a growing issue in our district, i have seen it happen to others very close to me and now i see that someone has died from it. We have scheduled a sit-in at our office lobby for the same time and date, but we have to spread the word by mouth lest the people we protest shut us down again.

This is very personal to me, because this kid was in the same grade as my best friend was when he tragically passed away of brain cancer. This kids death didn't need to happen. My friend was horribly taken by a disease he could do nothing against, while Justin was harassed and killed, simply for the entertainment and enjoyment of his white, privileged peers.

This is a horrible situation, and our district has been crumbling. We are meant to sit by silently while kids die and do nothing about it. This story should not jsut stay in our community. This needs to be seen by the world. Bullying has gone to the extreme, and now kids die. Nex Benedict was murdered for being trans. Justin Johnson was killed by bullying and harassment for being black.

Justice for Justin,

and peace to all those victim to bullying and harassment.

[heeseungsnewwhore]

The Jungwon affliction is hitting a different kind of hard today. I mean not any different for me this is what I feel on a regular basis but today I’m sharing- Continue reading at your own risk 🫶 it’s a little different.

They were innocent pictures.

So innocent.

Just adorable little bed selfies.

Like literally you just saw them, that’s exactly what they are. Except they’re not. Mm-mm. Not for these eyes. Imagine the irrational amount of horny rage lusting through you as you get the notification and now you’re hopping out of your bed.

Racing out of you hotel room and rushing to sneak into his. Quickly and quietly dashing in and carefully shutting his door behind you. You look around to see him still on his back as he raises his head up with curious and confused eyes, simply humming as he looks up at you.

“What the fuck was that?” You whisper.

“What?”

“You know what.” You squint at him and he chuckles.

Sitting up in the bed enough to prop back on his elbows. Tossing his bangs out of his face.

This man…

“What are you talking about?”

You don’t say another word to him until you’re crawling into the bed with him, softly cursing him as he only giggles and tries to block you with the blankets. Failing to keep you from nestling between his legs, and at first tickling him. The man wallowing and laughing, begging and swearing up and down through his laughter that he has no idea what you’re blaming him for so you’d let him breathe and simply explain:

“Those hot as fuck pictures you jsut posted. What the fuck?” You ask again and he looks at you with oblivious doe eyes.

“What do you mean, I thought they were cute?” He asks with a pout, before clicking his tongue. “Pervert.”

“Exactly. Think I’m just gonna let you go to bed after that?” You chuckle before leaning your head down to begin pressing kisses to his neck.

He doesn’t protest, not physically but he’s verbally scolding you for thinking such a way. But it’s not long before his words are dying away into moans and whimpers and he’s sprawled on the bed. Completely naked. Bangs clinging to his forehead. His hands gripping the pillow at either side of his head. Chest heaving as he’s not even trying to keep himself quiet.

“I-ughn~…O-oh.. o-oh my…f-fu…fuck~!”

He’s crying out. Your mouth around him and three digits inside of him too much for him to say much else. Or make any other noises.

He’d literally be writhing.

His moans would be a song of their own.

And they’re desperate. Jungwons moans are so needy and desperate, and it just drives you to keep giving him what he wanted.

He loved the edging. The drawn out collaboration of pain and pleasure that was ripping its way through every fiber of his being. The way your mouth hallowed around him and slowly devoured him. The way three fingers were burying themself again and again, curling, rubbing, spreading inside his puffy hole.

This is exactly what you wanted. It wasn’t anything for you to cum just at the sight of him like this. Admiring your pattern of purple hues over perfect skin. The contorted expression of pleasure on his face. The way his back arched and how he cries out like the desperate slut of himself he only shows you. On full display, shameless and letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

All of it was yours.

With every drop of his release that fills your mouth as he’s bucking his hips wildly in a sloppy rhythm. You still yourself some, letting him use your mouth to finish his messy release. A mixture of cum and saliva squelching out past your lips and ending up a mess around your mouth and cheeks until he finally comes down and his hips collapse back into the mattress.

“Th…Th-thank you…” He says in between the cutest little fucked out moans you’ve ever heard. “I-I’m-“

“Not yet~ But not until I’ve made you cum for every one of those ‘cute’ litttle pictures you posted.”

[litmot-archived]

here me out smut between listner and xanthus when dontis is seeing his listner, like " jsut incase this goes wrong I wanna do this " type thing

Just In Case (NSFW)

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

“We could die doing this,” you murmured into his hair as Xanthus buried his head against your shoulder. The bond made you feel the twinge of dread shooting through him as you said it, and you wound your arms tighter around him, trying to block out the reality of your upcoming mission for a moment. 

Instead of answering, Xanthus raised his head, his thoughts and feelings reflected in his expressive eyes. They were wet with unshed tears, looking at you with an anguished expression as if even the thought of losing you was too much to bear. 

You cupped his cheeks, leaning down to kiss him gently. His hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue exploring your mouth made you moan quietly. 

“I—” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed, and you could feel the trembling of his hands as they gripped your body, seemingly fearing you would disappear right in front of him. 

Xanthus took a deep breath, but no words made it past his lips when he opened them, too overcome with emotions. 

“Just in case—” he choked, your hands brushing through his hair as his shoulders shook with stifled sobs. “In case we never get to do it again, would you want to— to spend the night with me?”

Although the two of you had spent every night together since coming to New Orleans, you knew exactly what he meant. The thought of Xanthus laying you down on the bed, striping you gently, and making love to you had you nodding in excitement, a small shudder running down your spine.

“I’d love nothing more than that,” you answered, tilting his head up to look at you. “If this is our last night together—”

“Please don’t say that.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you into his chest. “I’m going to make you forget all about this — the Trimedian, the mission, death — everything. I’ll be the only thing on your mind, love.”

You couldn’t help the small smile spreading across your face, sighing in contentment as he trailed kisses along your neck. “You’re on my mind all the time,” you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access. 

Xanthus groaned, his body moving against yours while he rested his lips on your pulse point to feel your quickening heartbeat. The blood flowing through your veins made his mouth water, but he restrained himself, not wanting to tire you out. 

“You can feed, you know,” you said, noticing his focus on your neck. 

“No,” he answered, continuing to kiss you. “You’re going to need your energy. I don’t want to take your strength away.”

His low purr had you closing your eyes in bliss, relishing the feeling of Xanthus’ lips on you, exploring you, marking you as his. He didn’t hold back, and you didn’t want him to. In case this really was the last time you got to see him like this, in case this was the last time he would get to do this to you — in case this was the last time you would feel his mouth on you, his hands on your hips, brushing along your thighs as he spread your legs apart.

You were beyond grateful that Dontis was out.

“I can feel your heartbeat quickening,” he said against your neck, as his fingers trailed between your legs. “Are you excited, love?” 

You gasped at his touch, desire rushing through you as his fingers spread you open. “Yes,” you panted, burying a hand in Xanthus’ hair and pulling him closer. “I can feel you are, too,” you whispered, running a hand over the dent in his pants. 

His cock was already stiff, aching with want. Xanthus bucked his hips, chasing your touch as a small groan escaped him. After a moment, he raised his head to look at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. 

In an instant, he laid you down on the bed, his lips claiming yours in a deep kiss that had you melting against him. Xanthus was straddling you, pinning your hips down as he took his time kissing you, making you feel loved and seen. The warmth spreading through your chest at his gentle touches, his murmured reassurances that he loved you, that everything would be alright, had you shaking with emotion. 

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks as Xanthus’ movements stilled for a moment, noticing your trembling. “I love you so much. Please, don’t stop.” Your emotions were getting the better of you, the overwhelming love for him choking you up.

Xanthus could feel your emotions through the bond. He shivered, gasping quietly at the surge of warmth shooting to his heart. “I adore you,” he whispered, kissing away your tears, “I won’t let anything happen to you, love. I promise we’re going to be alright.” 

You nodded, too choked up from your tears to keep your voice from breaking. With unsteady hands, you cupped Xanthus’ face, caressing his cheeks for a moment. He leaned into your touch immediately, nuzzling against the palm of your hands. 

“Do you want to continue?” he asked quietly, peppering kisses along your palms. You could still feel him against you, his swollen length pressing into your lower stomach. It made a low moan escape you, the burning need to feel him inside you, buried deeply until you were joined together completely, returning full force. 

“Yes,” you rasped, trailing a hand down his chest. “Please, I need to feel you.” 

Xanthus gave you a blinding smile, so tender and full of affection that it made your breath hitch. 

“It’s alright, love,” he panted, rolling his hips to thrust his cock inside you. The gentle rhythm he set in dragging in and out of you made you moan lewdly, succumbing to the pleasure Xanthus was giving you. “I’ve got you, love. You feel so good around me.”

You whined, his cock brushing a spot that made your toes curl. “Right— right there,” you stuttered, breath hitching as Xanthus hit it again. Your pleasure was building steadily, rising as he continued plunging into you. 

Xanthus could tell you were getting close, your moans and whimpers were breathy and you were arching your back in pleasure more and more. He picked up the pace, groaning as you clenched around him.

“I’m close,” you breathed, hands tightening in Xanthus’ hair as you felt yourself shaking apart. His cock twitched as you came with a cry of his name, and he buried his face in your neck, holding you close to his chest as his thrusts grew sloppy, spilling over the edge. 

“Oh, love,” he panted, catching his breath. You were still trembling in his arms, coming down from your high. “I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, his arms tightening around you as he felt a rush of love coming from the bond. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you answered, nuzzling your face against his chest. One of your hands rested right above his heart, feeling the thudding of his elevated heartbeat against the palm of your hand. “What about you? How are you?”

Xanthus chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. He tilted your head up, making you look at him. “Perfect, love,” he answered, “You make me feel perfect.” 

[hoolyelina]

i come to this site exclusively for hermitcraft and kagurabachi and you post both WHAT i didnt know such people existed. keep spreading the good word of bachi 🙏🙏

im gonna get to drawing kagurabachi fanart one day!!! jsut you wait

go read kagurabachi!!!!!!

[sky-scribbles]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

This is such a lovely ask, thank you so much! I'll choose:

Gravity, and all that's born within - Critical Role, shadowgast, 163k. Caleb and Essek embark on their promised trip to Aeor, only to find that part of Aeor is awake once more. I... kinda of have to put this at #1. It was a three-year labour of love, and I loved every moment of taking these two wizards through the steps they needed to finally come together. Plus, a subplot about a robot.

funeral - Mass Effect, ~1000 words, some shenko but it's not the focus. Shepard arranges a funeral for her clone, and confronts questions about her own selfhood along the way. God, I wish the game went more into the questions of personhood it raises with Shepard's whole story. So I guess I'll do it. And people's tags on this fic reminded me why I write fic at all. <3

And let me speak to th'yet unknowing world - Critical Role, EXU: Calamity, ~2k. The final scene of Calamity, converted into Shakespearean verse, because I am a nerd. Y'all, I fucking loved writing this. It was so much fun. I'm still reeling from the fact that Aabria tweeted about this dumbass thing. This was a lesson to me that I should always do the passion project that I don't expect anyone to read.

An image of my brokenness - Baldur's Gate 3, Gale/Tav, ~3k. A chance question from a student leaves Gale reflecting on just how much Mystra took from him. I jsut have a soft spot for this one. I want to see Gale get some closure, y'know? And if he can't have that, I at least want him to be told that he's enough.

The scars that silence carved on me - Critical Role, ~9k. Five things that change in Essek Thelyss after the Nein learn the truth about him, and one thing that doesn't. A study of Essek's character development while the Nein are absent from his life between eps 99 and 124. I'm just so proud of his growth! Every time I think about how much he worked on changing while the Nein weren't around, I want to cry!!

I'll tag... @saturdaysky, @essektheylyss, @ariadne-mouse, @greyias and @mllekurtz! <3

[vacuian-demon]

Send ✐+ a prompt for a short drabble about our muses.---Nora runs into his room in her underwear and tells Lance she's Queen of the Castle!

Send 'Prompt' + a muse and i'll write a drabble based on what was sent. Feel free to add as much detail as you want.

@nahte123456/ @salemdominance

While team rwby and nora's leader were trapped...somewhere Lance's family kept Nora, Ren, Emerald and Oscar as guest in the Palace.

He didn't expect Nora to just run into his room bouncing around. "Nora what are you talk...oh." She's been doing this for month, always teasing him to get in his pants cause she wanted dick (especially after seeing it!) and to get him to unwind.

Today she's suceed.

"I'm Queen of the castle big guy, and a queen needs a king right?" She's squeeze her chest infront of him, Lance sweated before his mother's words got into his head. "We need more Ashfords, make more Lance."

Soon he was thrusting wildly into her with her wrapped around him for dear life. "Unf finally, you can use me whenever if you gimme dick this well. Oh Fuck!" He hit a sweet spot, the posh quiet warrior was gone and what was behind was a wild beast, that wanted only to impregnate this hunter, maybe he'd also bring her friend emerald too. For now he fucked deep into a moaning Nora, while she hung on, it was jsut barely, with how unfocused and hard his strokes were, how wild! The room filled with their steam, moans, the bed covered in sweat and cum. After several hours, he'd finally shoot his eight load, thrusting deep into Nora before releasing her.

"Oh boy, well if I tell Ren it's for the future of hunters I don't think he'll mind, wouldn't he 'king?" She chuckled spreading her pussy lips.

[writingsofwesteros]

1. Eddard and Barra are now besties and Robert 100% got mad but go over it after seing stark!reader and Barra interact also stark!reader kept her word of him never touching her again for a week till the fighting stopped and they went back to doing it like 30 times a week

2. News of stark!reader adopting Robert's youngest bastard would obviously quickly spread through the realm and like her family wouldn't care that much like Sansa would jsut be happy to have a new niece but Catelyn would be like "listen sweetheart I love you, your my oldest daugher and I love that you take after your father but wtf"

Eddard showing her all the best places; stealing little lemon cakes from the kitchen. He actually stays in his lessons because Barra wants to learn to read.

"listen sweetheart I love you, your my oldest daugher and I love that you take after your father but wtf" !! Cat is the best, sorry not sorry :)

[occasionaltouhou]

IT'S TIME FOR THE OCCASIONAL SURVERY RESULTS (8/1/24)

for reference: survey

did you know google forms jsut lets you copy entire chunks like this? really useful. i suspect that means it will die soon

anyway. a lot of you joined in 2023....... it turns out posting regularly actually has an effect! well, don't get used to that

for both favourite art questions, i actually got a lot of different answers than i was expecting. lots of renmerry.png ofc, but also a few votes for double burger. fear not. 2024 will be the year of double burger (i will draw bread wynn at least once). a lot of different responses makes me really happy though... i'm glad there's something for everyone out there

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a fairly even spread of favourite longfics (with red/unread being most popular, of course, despite not really qualifying). only a few responses for the short ones though... shout-out to whoever said the akyuu/ellen one though. i also think about that one a lot

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no comment on favourite lines other than that there's the expected amount of "it's really bad, renko" (which, in fairness, is also one of my favourites)

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anyway. time for the real meat

#YUMISWEEP

i may or may not do something with this information. i have kind of felt like doing more oc comics lately

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i have taken your suggestions with regards to video essays into account. some of my favourites:

The Problem With Minoriko Aki: A Deep Dive

Why oil fire is the peak of fiction

masked fairy's jungian symbolism, obviously.

seto kaiba (yugioh)'s similarities to reimu hakurei

How I Made Aya Worse (lengthy apology video, starts with Youtuber Sigh™, does not contain any apologies)

Why Touhou Lost Word owes [me] money

Is Touhou an Orwellian nightmare? Uncovering GENSOC

in five years time, you will discover the lucky winner. please wait warmly.

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i basically only put this question in to say that i am actually still planning to do more of that. turns out trying to draw s/t unrelated to anything else every week means you have less time for your big projects. whoops!

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the general feedback question actually gave me a lot of really nice replies which i honestly appreciate. and also multiple people telling me to do the deepsea fangame or offering to help. we'll see what happens with that (i do at least plan to draw the cast more this year). there's a couple of specific things i might answer in another post.

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and finally, thank you all for the credit card information. with your aid, i am going to buy myself a large yacht and never do anything ever again. goodbye

[luffythinker]

i can't draw but i did write out the cute kiss for you <3

The classroom buzzed with the usual high energy as students milled about, sharing stories and laughter before class began. Amidst the chatter, Bakugo reclined casually in his seat. His dandelion hair made itself known to Midoriya who sat behind him.

With an amused smile now playing on his lips Midoriya couldn't help but be drawn to his self-assured boyfriend. Little things like this didn't used to affect him but it was affecting him now and so profoundly.

As the time ticked closer to the start of class, Midoriya found his heart racing a little. a simple surge of emotion running through him telling him to make a move. Unable to stop himself, Midoriya tapped Bakugo's shoulder so he'd lean back a little further instead of turn his body completely around. He complied and gingerly he reached out his hands placing them on his boyfriend's cheeks.

Those red eyes widened slightly in surprise but didn't shy away from Midoriya's enjoyable yet intense gaze.

"What's up?" He said feeling content in his hands.

In that moment, their world existed only within each other's proximity. Carefully and with a soft sigh escaping his lips, Midoriya closed the distance between them. He allowed himself to indulge in a closeness they'd never had before now. It took some time to gather it so he was going to indulge it the way he wanted to.

Their lips met gently in a place. A tender kiss, it felt vulnerable to do this because of the toughness the other boy liked to hide behind before they had their fight. His exterior as well as his insides changed a lot, Kacchan was a nicer person now.

Their lips connected, a smile slid on Bakugo's lips while they did so. His lashes met his face while he let Midoriya lead.

Soon, reluctantly they had to break away from the warmth. Midoriya let out a breathy laugh. "The blood is going to rush to your head if you stay like that Kacchan." He chided softly.

Bakugo smirked as he replied with his signature confidence, "It already did."

Midoriya blinked comprehension dawning on him, causing a deep blush to spread across his face. For once, words failed him as they drowned in the pure affection expressed by that simple statement. The implication that it's because of him made his heart rocket almost as much as it did when he sat up and stuck his tongue out making a heart shape with his thumb and pointing finger at him.

Time resumed its course around them and the noise of the classroom flooded back into his awareness.

Moment's like these are things he'll be cherishing for years to come.

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU I OVE YOU SO MUCHOJDSJKSDKSD IDONTDESEVRE THIS OMG OMG IM SOHAPPY THANKY YOU SO MIUCH

DANDELION HAIR :(((((((((((((((

THE HANDS ON HIS CHEEKS, THE SOFT TENDER KISS, THE SMIRK IM GONNA DYEEEEEEEE

I LITERALLY CRIED BECAUSE IM JSUT SO HAPPY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH REALLY THANK YOU FOR THIS IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*HEAD IN HANDS* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[adventures-in-teyvat]

There is no such thing as a dead blog until it is forgotten. Everyone, adventures-in-teyvat still walks the earth in your shoes and in your heart, walk on and spread the word.

When you too are gone, those after and long after you will love you for immortalizing the beauty of these posts, will marvel at Lynette robot flavored autism. Will stare at your decrepit skeleton with no ass, disappointed, asking themselves why the hell you ignored that assignment worth 20% of your semester grade you have to submit at 3pm on a Friday in favor for scrolling on an inactive tumblr blog—dooming yourself to work a shitty 9 to 5 at the local gas station for the rest of your centuries. But that doesn't matter, does it? This is what true scholars call legends, and legends never die.

I think it'd be nice one day to be remembered as someone who at some time, some place, somehow... did exist and really like adventures-in-teyvat.

I hope you are doing well, stranger, and if you aren't, that's okay too. I will keep a (virtual) candle lit for you like a Mondstadtian housewife awaiting her beloved's return from the expedition, hoping to bring a small sense peace and happiness to where you are. May the Anemo Archon protect you from life's storms, may his winds guide you safely to your destination. But sometimes he's a dumb fuck so if anything bad happens it isn't my fault. Sorry.

The kids miss you 😞

IM SOBJGINDUENDBSNJCJVJ WHATHWTSHANJWN WHOEVER YOU ARE I LOVE YOU IT JSUT SO HAPPENS I HAVE BEEN ITCHING TO POST AGAIN SO I MIGHT MOT BE DEAD BUT THIS IS INCREDIBLE I LOVE YOU