#or least terrible

[m-i-r-p]

Alright, SO

I don't need to explain why kaebedo and cynonari are good. You guys know.

BUT (and here's the thing) we have Rizzbedo. He knew what he was going with Cyno (and then Tighnari's bombastic side eye, bit I digress).

That could be a thing. So why, WHY is nobody talking about the Kaeya-Albedo-Tighnari-Cyno.

They're smart. Three of them are researchers, three of them are in their nation-specific-military force, three of them are sassy as fuck and have rizz. ALSO the purple-blue-green-yellow gradient of the ship is great.

So yes. Them.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

[beif0ngs]

everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 

[lazylittledragon]

so how about that durge

[ryukatters]

Something about Bakugo being nosy just sits so right with me. It’s canon that he’s often listening in on conversations (even if participants of said conversations are unaware of his presence) so I imagine when he likes you he tends to hover around you just a little bit more.

You could be talking to Ashido and Kaminari in the common room and Bakugo will be there. Maybe not necessarily near you, not even looking at you. He’s off on the opposite side of the room, and he’s so uncharacteristically quiet that you could forget he was there in the first place.

You mention offendedly how you miss your favorite drink and snack from that one cafe near the heart of Musutafu, being too busy with your work study to find the time to visit.

A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. You’re met with a plastic bag with the very same food and drink combination you had just told your friends about the other day. Your eyes trail the arm and hand holding it and see Bakugo with a pinched look on his face.

“‘s for you,” he grumbles, head turned to the side as his signature scowl deepens. If you looked any closer, you’d clearly be able to see the blush accentuating his cheeks and ears. 

“Thank you, Bakugo,” you take the bag with a smile, and Katsuki has to keep from shuddering when your fingertips accidentally brush his. “Why don’t you come in so we can share?”

Bakugo is nosy, but if it means being able to share stolen moments (and bites of food) with you, then it’s totally worth it.

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Even if you, personally, don't hate Discord's new UI, I am begging ya'll to still send them the following feedback:

"The changes made to Dark Mode are an accessibility issue due to the lack of a low contrast option for those who need it."

The previous dark gray was never ideal, tbh, but it was still worlds better than what we have now. As someone who can feasibly get by with the new dark mode but vastly prefers low contrast, and as someone who knows people who do need low contrast -- please tell them about this problem.

[copperbadge]

I've started to build a bookmark file of jobsearch sites to check regularly, and part of that is looking around at employers local to Chicago. On a whim I went to the careers site of one of the larger corporations headquartered here, and while I was poking around to see what kind of requirements they have for what kind of jobs, I came across the worst tabletop campaign ever:

We’re looking for a data product expert who’s also the ultimate puzzle/dungeon master. Your quest: work with a group of diverse stakeholders to discover key problems to solve and drive consensus, adoption of data standards. The treasure? A faster, more resilient and reliable data system...

That's terrible and funny all on its own, but it gets even better when you know what Large Evil Chicago Corporation I was looking at:

McDonald's.

[laundrybiscuits]

(ETA: now edited and up on AO3)

Look. Eddie knows he can be a little uptight about these things, but. There are rules. If you become a vampire, you don’t need to go full gothic Count Von Dickhead or whatever, but you absolutely cannot just wander around in a puffy vest and light-wash jeans. 

“Why not?” says Steve. He’s leaning back in an armchair, sipping on a bloodbag like it’s a goddamn juicebox. “What, are the vampire police going to arrest me?” 

He pauses. “Wait. There aren’t vampire police, are there?”

“No,” says Eddie. “Probably not. I don’t know. But there are standards which you are refusing to uphold, Steven.”

“Thought you were all about hating conformity, Edward,” Steve says. He’s got an obnoxiously cocky little smirk, the smug undead fucker. 

Eddie grimaces. “Don’t call me that, asswipe. Don’t you feel, like—the call of the night? The siren song of life coursing through fragile human veins? A hunger for destruction that those paltry plastic bags of blood can never truly slake?”

“The bloodbags aren’t so bad,” says Steve, around the straw. “Better than protein shakes.”

“I actually hate you,” Eddie tells him. “Vampirism is wasted on you.”

Steve noisily slurps the last of the blood out of the bottom of the bag. “Come on, you can’t really picture me in some Dracula getup, can you?”

The problem, of course, is that Eddie really, really can. When Robin had read him in on the whole situation, obviously he’d been horrified and concerned—but also, a whole wing of his brain had immediately been cordoned off to work overtime imagining Steve in elaborate Dark Prince regalia, maybe leaning elegantly out of a castle window on the moors, gazing into the foggy dusk. Velvet might’ve been involved.

“...guess not,” says Eddie. It doesn’t sound incredibly convincing to his own ears, but Steve just shrugs and gets up to throw the bloodbag away. 

“There you go, man,” he says, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he passes. “It’s the 80s. Vampires can be whatever we wanna be.”

———

It gets way too easy to forget about Steve’s condition, until Eddie ends up having to haul him out of a bar in Indy before they get banned for life.  

“Simmer down, buddy,” Eddie says, pulling him into the shadow of the van. “Let’s get those fangs packed away before any of the nice villagers wander by with torches and pitchforks.”

“I’m good,” pants Steve. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

Eddie lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Sure, that’s why your eyes are glowing red and you’re, like, fully vamped out. Which, by the way, looks extremely dumb with the whole clean-cut vibe you decided to rock tonight.”

“Fuck you, I look great,” says Steve, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s not wrong, it’s just not relevant to how he also looks extremely dumb like this, wearing a pristine henley with fangs hanging out in the parking lot for anyone to see.

“So what the hell happened in there, man? I was finally starting to get somewhere with Todd, and…” Eddie trails off in dawning realization.

“Holy shit, am I—I’m like your territory, aren’t I? Your stupid vampire brain got all screwy and decided to loop me in with Robin and the kids as part of your freaky human coven.”

“Uh,” says Steve. He looks unhappy in a shifty kind of way. “Something like that, maybe.”

“Wait, so, are Nancy and Jonathan—are you okay with them because they’re both already in the vamp pack? Is Vickie gonna have to be inaugurated before she and Robin can bone down?” Eddie perks up. “Shit, is there a ceremony? We could totally do a ceremony.” He bets he can get the kids to liberate some velour curtains from the drama club. With a few candles, they could get some serious atmosphere going.

“No, shut up, nobody’s doing a damn ceremony,” Steve groans. “Vickie’s fine.” 

“Okay,” says Eddie. “So…you gonna tell me what all that was about, then? Do I have to start running guys past you first so your vamp instincts don’t wig out? Or…hm, maybe Argyle’d be down to mess around sometime.”

Steve lets out an actual snarl with weird animal echoes, then claps a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry,” he says, muffled. The shadows around them seem darker somehow. 

“So I’m just not allowed to get laid ever again,” says Eddie slowly. “For vampire reasons.”

“Do whatever you want, man.” Steve’s still got his hand pressed tight over his mouth. 

“And it’s…just me?” Eddie peers at the tightness around Steve’s eyes; the way he’s scowling stubbornly at his feet. “Huh. Kind of…possessive, Harrington.”

“It’s—weird,” says Steve miserably, dropping his hand at last. “I know it’s fucking weird.”

“Maybe.” Eddie shrugs, biting down on the grin he can feel tugging at his mouth. “Lucky for you, I’m into that shit.”

“What?” Steve frowns. “You’re…”

“Always wanted a vampire boyfriend,” says Eddie. “Like, are you kidding? I would’ve sold my fucking soul at 15 for something like that.”

“I’m starting to feel a little objectified here,” says Steve, but he’s smiling, and he reaches out to snag Eddie’s belt loop and tug him stumbling closer. “Just in it for the fangs, huh?”

“Well, you’re kind of a shitty vampire, actually.” Eddie drapes his arms over Steve’s shoulders. “So I guess I must just be in it for you.”

Steve hesitates, searching Eddie’s face. Stray red lights are still sparking like embers in Steve’s irises. “Okay, but—you’re in it? Right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Bunnicula. I’ll send the vampire police after you, just watch me,” says Eddie, and kisses him.

[corwnvus]

THE TWINS!

[swordheld]

do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.

[justdurgeythings]

so here's the very stupid thing i spent a week on

(Original animation/audio source)

[lonicera-edulis]

Based on LOTRO, but I drew movies' versions of the characters. Also Hall of Fire was updated, but I finished this year old wip only now, so don't mind the incorrect color palette asdfghjkl

[xenonsdoodles]

Felix countered with Thoron at close range yesterday and I almost died in real life. BEAM

[buddieing]

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Happy Birthday Idia! 💀

“Idia~!”

With a final cry, you reached your peak again as your legs shook violently. But with the vibrator buzzing on your genitalia, you sprung back and threw your head back.

“Mmh..! Enough... Th-that’s really enough~!!”

Your head started to spin and you clutched the sheets while he moved his hips despite having came a few times as well as you, smirking above you with his hair nearly full pink.

“Haah~! You say ‘enough’, but your insides say ‘give me more’... Seems like your body is more honest than your pretty mouth~”

He leaned in to kiss you again, tongues intertwining like how your bodies are right now. He then moved his hands that had pinned your wrists above your head, to your hips, and gave stronger and more violent thrusts while his semen starts to overflow out of you. Your cheeks visibly got red while you feel it sloshing in you. You let out a gasp when he leaned in again to lick your neck, then breathily whispered in your ear;

“...Don’t forget that... you wanted me to have my way with you... when I win the game in the first place, fuheehee~”

He bit your neck while moving his hips, giving you deeper thrusts while licking the place he bit. You let go one of your hands from his sheets and pulled him into yet another deep kiss. The pink hue increased while he picks up a pace that has you rolling your eyes further, and his grip on your hips became rougher.

You repeated his name again and again when you broke off the kiss and held him tightly while you grinded your hips against his crotch. He looked at you and does the same whenever he thrusts, hitting more spots inside while your inner walls hug his length tightly.

Your voice nearly broke off when he hit just the right place and your vision went white as you came again on his cock. At the same time, you felt something filling you again, to the brim this time. Then you felt him slowly stop and heard him pant.

“(Y/N)...”

You heard him meekly say your name.

Your hand went on his hair, caressing the unique, silky strands of blue hair that makes him giddy. He chuckled while putting his head on your chest to listen your heartbeat. It was fast and you were panting as well, but the warmth inside you made you feel comfortable with how his cock was all snug and how his cum was in you. He slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you while looking at your face, with how cute you looked with your flushed cheeks, parted lips and half-lidded eyes while his cum was (literally) gushing out of you.

When your breath was still, you hugged him and felt his arms wrap around your torso.

“Idia...”

“Y-yes, (Y/N)?”

“I love you.. and happy birthday...”

He was taken aback at first, but then he lightly smiled and kissed the top of your head, then bury his head there. You were pretty sure he said something though~

“...Thank you... and I love you too...”

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc, Alex Albon, and Lando Norris being interviewed on F1TV after the race. 🎥: 2023 Italian Grand Prix, post-race show