#plz send help it’s brain rot time

[cas-skz]

CURE FOR LONELINESS

Wooyoung x fem!reader

After the death of your father, you find comfort in a new member of his motorcycle club. Despite your uncles warnings, you can’t get enough of him.

| motorcycle gang au! | friends to lovers |

18+!! plz&thnx MDNI!!

Warnings: mentions of parent loss. mentions of a gunshot. lots of smut. chocking. unprotected sex. creampie. mouth fucking.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

writers note: this is basically brain rot that I’ve been working on for a couple of days. It’s safe to say I’m whipped stop it for Woo.

Enjoy!! cas xx

The club house was covered in a haze of smoke, loud laughter and chatting almost overtook the music playing. You stood behind the bar, quickly pouring out drinks for the gentlemen.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you go to the back and tap another keg?” Ana asked from down the bar.

You nodded, heading to the back and switching the hose to a new keg. You leaned up on the chair, tighten the screw when you suddenly felt hands on the back of your thigh, trailing up to the underline of your bum.

“You look good at this angle.” Woo cooed as one hand slipped between your legs, sending a chill up your spine.

His hand moved slowly, cupping your clothed pussy, his large fingers slowly sliding along your clit.

You bit your lip hard, trying to hold back your moan. “We can’t…” you say quietly, shoving his hand away as you jumped off the chair.

His arms caught you, pulling your hips into his. “Everyone’s too busy to notice.” Woo smirked, his breathe hot and liquor scented. His lips moved to your neck, where he placed soft wet kisses from your jaw to your ear. “Come on babes, I miss you.”

You could feel how hard Woo was thought his pants, his hands roamed your body as his lips worked on your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

You practically grew up in the motorcycle club, your dad being a former president until he passed away. Your uncle has taken over his position, and Woo had joined a few weeks after.

You lost count of how many times your uncle told you to not get involved with him. You figured it was just to protect you, but the loneliness that came with grief had started a friendship with Woo, that turned into filling the emptiness with sex.

You couldn’t help but give in to him, a soft moan escaping your lips. You pushed him back a little, turning to quickly close and lock the door to the keg room. “You have 10 minutes.” You smirk, backing him into the chair and straddle his lap.

“I only need 5 with you.” Woo whispered, his lips roughly pressing into yours. You both quickly pulled your pants down just enough to have access, the red tip of his cock ran gently across your clit before deeply pushing inside.

Woo’s hand wrapped easily around your neck, squeezing as you leaned back, your hips slamming into his. “So tight,” he hissed, his other hand resting on your hip, both hands digging hard into your skin.

Your moans started to get louder as you felt your peak rapidly approaching, Woo’s cock slamming deep inside you.

You both came to a sudden stop when a gunshot ran out, the sound of fighting getting louder. You jumped off Woo’s lap, quickly pulling up your leggings as he did his pants, Woo placed another rough kiss on your lips. “I’m not done with you.”

You readjusted yourself before quickly rushing back to the bar, peeking around the corner as a group of men wrestled and another laughed at them. Of course it was a dumb false alarm, but everything had to be taken seriously.

The rest of the night felt slow. You and Woo occasionally would catch each others attention, practically eye fucking from different sides of the room.

“I’ll clean up Ana, you head out. Looks like you have your hands full.” You laugh, nodding your head towards her husband who was slumped over a table.

The crowd had cleared out, the members who were passed out being left behind. You had finished cleaning and had made your way to the back to start the dishwasher.

Woo’s hands creeped around your waist and his lips found their way to your neck again. “You look good as a house wife.”

You laugh, tilting your head slightly to give him more access to your neck. His hand slipped into your leggings, his fingers instantly finding your clit. “You’re soaking.” Woo purred, removing his hand and quickly shoving your pants down.

He spun you around quickly, lust filled eyes meeting each other as he kissed you gently, letting it linger before biting and pulling your lip.

“Woo, someone could walk in.” You say as your eyes follow him, lowering himself to your core. He propped your leg up on his shoulder, two fingers running along your clit before pushing inside. “Let them” Woo smirked, his tongue finding your clit.

You balled your hand in his dark hair, moaning his name as his tongue swirled and sucked at your bud, his fingers pumped your hole slowly.

“More” You beg, your eyes rolling back as his hand picked up speed. It didn’t take Woo very long to make you cum, quiet curses leaving your lips as your eyes fell back down to meet his.

His fingers worked their way from your entrance to your mouth, sliding in as your tongue swirled to collect your wetness. Woo’s lips found yours next, deeply kissing as his hands quickly swooped you up.

“You may look good in a kitchen, but I can’t fuck you properly in one.” He laughed, throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

“Hey!” You giggle, wiggling a bit in his grip as his hand slapped down on your ass. He practically threw you on his bed, the soft silk sheets cold under your body.

Woo quickly threw his shirt off, then tugged yours off. His eyes scanned your naked body, as he hovered over you. “You’re a work of art.”

You roll your eyes at him, your hand slowly sliding down his chest and abs, “says you” you say, your finger slowly tugging at his jeans. “Off”

Woo quickly pecked your lips as he climbed off the bed to kick his pants off and you crawled to your knees, leaving him a spot to sit.

You shoved his legs apart as you crawled up the bed towards his length, hands gently cupping and messaging his balls before wrapping around the base. “Surprised you held it this long.” You teased, bringing your lips to his red tip and gently sucking the leaking precum.

You worked your mouth down his shaft, tongue gliding from side to side as you took his full length into your mouth, gagging as you felt your reflux being hit. “Fuck, such a good girl.” Woo hissed.

Bobbing your head slowly, you look up to lock eyes with him once again. Woo brushed some hair from your face, using the same hand to control your head movements. His hips bucked up as you let out another gag, spit flying from the sides of your mouth as he pulled you roughly towards him. “You’re all fucking mine. You got that.”

“This pretty little mouth.” He said slowly, pulling you in for a kiss. “Mine.” He repositioned you both, laying you down on your back, his legs pushing yours apart as he trailed kisses to your breasts. Sucking slowly at the nipple. His lips and teeth worked to leave purple bruises on both breast, “Mine.”

Butterflies and tingles rang throughout your body. A feeling you hadn’t felt in year suddenly making you feel shy. “Stop” you laugh, placing a hand in his chest. “You can’t have me.” You teased.

Woo shook his head smirking, taking your hand and kissing your palm, down your wrist and to your neck. “Says who?” He whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending a chill down your spine. The tip of his cock started to rub slowly through your folds and over your clit.

Your nails dug deep into his back as he thrusted deeply inside, bottoming out as his lips found yours again. You couldn’t help but whimper and squirm slightly as your walls contacted around his still length. “Woo…” you gasp as his hips started to move ever so slowly.

“Just say it…” he whispers, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you deeply. He slowly slid his cock almost fully out before slamming it back inside you. “Say your mine.”

Woo’s lips continued to moved slowly against yours, his thrusts driving you crazy from how slow he was going. Everything felt electric, your body shook with pleasure, your mouth parting slightly as you curse loudly.

He started to pick up his pace, his hand wrapping around your neck as he looked deeply into your eyes.

Your hand gripped around his wrist, fingers gripping into his skin as you felt your walls start to contact, hips bucking as it quickly approached.

His smile is what did it. It drove you over the edge. You arched off the bed, his hand moving from your neck to the small of your back as you road out your orgasm. “Yours. All yours.”

Your lips found each other again, deeply kissing as he pulled you up, one hand in your hair and the other on your waist. You could feel his cock start to twitch as you came down, “fuck…” Woo cursed, pulling you in close and hiding in the nook of your neck. His body shook with yours as you felt his cum shoot deeply inside you.

You both held each other close, lips moving softly in unison. Woo pulled away a bit, cupping your face. “I’m gonna protect you. I’m gonna make sure you’re safe, that you’re happy.” He pecked your lips ever few words.

“You mean it?” You ask sincerely, leaning into his hand.

Woo nodded, smiling down at you. “I do. I promise.”

His limp member grew hard again inside you as his lips moved softly against yours. You rocked your hips slowly with his, your already filled pussy dripping down the sides of his thick cock.

Woo laid back on the bed, his cock bottoming out as you adjusted yourself on top. Your hands rested on his abs and you rode his cock, legs twitching from the overstimulation. “Come here. I want to hold you.” he hummed.

You rested your weak body on his chest as his hips thrusted upwards into you rapidly, arms wrapped tightly around you. Your nails dug into his chest as you cursed and moaned, your eyes flicking up to look at him, who’s eyes were on you.

Woo flashed his sweet smile again, pulling you towards him to kiss your lips. You felt his cock start to twitch and firm inside of you, his warm cum filling your insides again. It threw you into your own orgasm, body shaking again as he slammed a few last thrusts into you.

The kiss softened as he pulled out, a pair of muffled moans mixed in between. You slid up a bit more on Woo, feeling your combined juices leaking out as you deepened the kiss.

His fingers ran up and down your spine as you settled onto his chest, your breathing calming and eyes fluttering closed. You still has butterflies and tingles running through your body.

You sighed softly as reality set back in, and you realized where you were. The two of you usually just went at each other in different hiding spots. The late night conversations you had were spent on the roof.

You started to move, but Woo’s arms pulled you back. “Don’t go…” he whispered, “Please…stay with me.” He kissed the top of your head as you settled back down, listening to his heart beat.

After a while, the two of you finally pulled yourselves from the bed, Woo guiding you to the bathroom and into the shower. You giggled and kissed the whole time, Woo not taking his eyes off yours as the hot water washed over you both.

It had been so long since you felt sincere happiness and while it scared you, it also made you feel human again.

Exiting the shower, Woo quickly wrapped you both in a towel, drying you off first before himself. You skipped back to the bedroom, grabbing Woo’s shirt from the ground and throwing it on before jumping into bed. Woo joined seconds later, getting himself comfortable before pulling you in close. He placed kisses on top of your head, his hand rubbing your arm gently.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” Woo asked,

You looked up at him, poking his nose and smiling, “I think you have to take me on an actual date for us to be dating.” You teased.

Woo laughed, squeezing you gentle. “Well, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Waking up in a cute guys bed.” You yawned.

“And going on a date with him?”

“And going on a date with him.” You confirm.

[zkyfall]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!  

Tagged by @bluedaddysgirl  💖🔥but I blame @spicedrobot for starting this 😭

Also I cant count this high after 6pm so just gonna tag two handfuls of ppl I want to share the PAIN with. @sweatandwoe  @fiddlezips @silcosentropy  @smallhorizons @simpfiles  @agoutighost @ironandglass @goddessofroyalty @x-amount-verbs @mazikomo @insult-2-injury

Feel free to ignore if you’ve played already or are sane 🥰

GOD no, there’s too many of them. Send help and snacks plz (all of these are for Arcane, the brain rot is terminal)

Silco x Anyone Chara other than Vander (yes this is srsly how I sort WIPs):

Courtesan Silco 

Eye Visit

Pirate Silco

Silco x Mek

Swain x Silco

Reader Fics:

Domme Reader

Multiverse Silco

Perfume

Side Effects

Silco x Henchperson Purple

Silco x Vander x Reader

Vander x Bartender

Gens:

Cait Fear Transweek

Jinx Growing Up

Trans Day 3 Fashion

Other ships:

Viktor Machine

Prison Therapist AU  (sinvanco)

andddd putting the Zaundads section below the cut because it is EXCESSIVE and even my titles are NSFW opps 😅😇

Zaundads:

Drifting Ch2-5

Dark Deal Ch1-4

A Lewd Negotiator

Zaundads Farm Life AU

Abusive

Oral Fixation Silco

Beau and the Beast

Companion Bot

Dads Brat

Drug Lord Vander ABO

Fight Club

First Time Part 2

Hidden Fun

Modern Abuse

Morning Light

Nightmare

Prisoner Silco

Private Dance

Roleswap AU

Sick Fic

Silco Mugging

Silco Vander ABO

Silco Warwick Breeding

Silco Warwick Size Difference

Stalker Vander

Vanco Aphro

Voyeur Vander/Silco

YanSilco Modern

Bonus Art WIP:

Silco Playing Card

Silco nap

Silco/Marcus

[railroad-migraine]

Omg I’m so excited to see that you also love the blue boy, the princess carrying hcs were so cute!! I’m always on the Dorian brain rot train, and I was wondering if you could do a fic where Dorian is taking watch and the reader sits w/ him cause they can’t sleep, and maybe he plays something for them, thanks!!

“When The Sun Lays Down To Sleep”

-> Dorian Storm x gn!reader

Not to be dramatic, but I think Dorian has very quickly turned from a character I really liked in CR, into being my favourite. There's just something so charming about how Robbie plays him I just- *heart eyes* Campaign 3 has spoiled me. Plz send me all the Dorian headcanon ideas. I too have bard brain rot.

I'm pleased you liked the Princess Carry headcanons, I had so much fun writing them! 💜 Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates, consider this my present to you xx

Notes: Soft, fluffy. Pre-relationship. Lyrics used belong to the song rec below. Requests are open!

Words: 1166

Song Rec: The Moon Will Sing, by The Crane Wives (please listen to this at least once, then imagine him serenading you with it. Beautiful song <3)

~ Poet

It was far too peaceful for your liking. Silence rang in your ears as you stared up into the thick, colourless branches above you. The night seemed to place a grey and black filter over the woodland, save for the golden glow of the campfire a few feet away from where you lay.

Dreams refused to comfort you - not even the empty ones that make the nighttime appear so much shorter chose to grace your mind. Your limbs ached from travel, and yet your body could not relax.

You had been relieved from your night watch hours ago. At the time, you were certain that you would fall into your bedroll afterwards and float into unconsciousness easily. But there you lay, in the deafening quiet, with only the creaking and snapping of branches amongst the flames to keep your thoughts company.

It was almost maddening.

And then there was music. Careful plucks of a stringed instrument emerged from the empty silence of camp.

At first you thought it was your mind playing tricks and that you were finally giving in to weariness, but the soft, drawn out notes were then accompanied by a voice all too familiar. The lyrics were improvised, a bit awkward at times as the singer tried to find the perfect words to support the already perfected tune. The rhymes were clumsy, but charming, and they lured you out of your dreamless state.

You turned your head to the side, taking in the vision of a certain air genasi, lute in his lap. His gaze flitted between his beloved instrument and the fire before him. Tongue poking out of his mouth, he had a line between his brows where they pinched together - a musician's look of pure concentration. It'd be an awful shame to disturb his thoughts...

But still you could not sleep, so mischief crept into and invaded your mind. Slowly, ever so slowly, you pulled yourself closer to where he sat by the fire, laying low on your stomach, hands clawing through dead leaves. His head inclined slightly, and you halted your movements until his shoulders relaxed and he went back to strumming.

You breathed out a silent breath, and continued your approach. Your hands were now dirtied by soil, but you cared little when you were so close to your goal. With one confident swipe, you grabbed Dorian's ankle. Thinking he was being gripped by some sort of shadow lurking creature, he yelped in surprise and scrambled to his feet. Before he could reach for his scimitar and alert the rest of the sleeping party, you shushed him from your belly-down position on the forest floor.

A dark blue-purple blush flooded his cheeks and spread across neck, and he stared at you, mouth agape and eyes as wide as saucers. He sputtered out your name, helped you up from the ground into a seated position and moved to sit cross-legged opposite you. "What are you doing awake? Dawn is hours away."

"Can't sleep," you stage whispered almost mournfully. His features softened, and he clenched his jaw in thought. You were yearning for some well earned rest, but perhaps some conversation and company might do you good. You scooted closer to where he sat, drawing your cloak around you tighter. "What song were you singing?"

An almost delighted glint shone in his eyes at your interest, but he cleared his throat and shook his head. "It's... it's nothing. Just something to pass the time. But you really should try get some rest."

"Alright." You promptly curled up into his side, closing your eyes as your head nestled on his shoulder, feigning sleep. "I'm resting. But do keep talking. Keep singing."

Dorian managed to huff a laugh at your cheek, but reached for his lute anyway. "If you insist on staying up late, and sacrificing your beauty sleep-"

"-Not that I need it. I'm naturally gorgeous."

He scoffed. "... the song is just a few wistful musings. Something to commit the wanderlust I've had and the people I've met on my travels into lyrics," he admitted eventually, voice soft. "I'm just... finding it hard to find some of the words." He paused, and glanced down to where your cheek pressed into his shoulder. "Any helpful suggestions?"

You hummed and let out a long, drawn out breath, considering the lyrics you eavesdropped on earlier. "Well. Let me think..."

And so you sat there, whispers shared between the musical pair you became in the dead of night. Sometime into your song writing, Little Mister - who was hidden under a blanket of Fearne's hair - released a snore that could rival earthquakes, completely ruining your brainstorm. You hid your face in Dorian's neck, muffling your laughter as he held a hand over his mouth to mute his own snickers - gods forbid you woke up the faun and her elemental monkey before breakfast.

You managed to settle and calm down, and you looked up at the genasi, only to find his eyes already on you. You held a breath as you watched each other in silence, before his lips parted. There was a newfound confidence in his voice when he spoke.

"I may be a musician," he started, "so explain to me how your laughter is the sweetest music I've ever heard?"

A beat.

And then you snorted, smiling from ear to ear. "That was just awful, bard. Even for you."

"I know, I know," he grinned, eyes averting as he gripped his instrument a little bit tighter in security. "What's next? Shall I start comparing you to the sun and stars?"

You poked his side playfully, face warming at his words. "What would that make you then? One of Exandria's moons?"

As if they had heard you themselves, the moons' ethereal glows filtered through the clouds above, and illuminated his hair and skin with gleaming light. With a bashful smile, he tweaked the strings of his lute and shrugged. "I shine only with the light you give me."

You didn't know how to respond to that, all the witty banter within you stolen by the sincerity in his tone. He plucked a string or two, now more sure in his song and what he wanted from it. You found yourself nestled beside the fire, its warmth washing over you as Dorian's music developed and coaxed you to sleep. Your thoughts lingered on what he had said, but with heavy eyes you found the world around you fading into black.

Dorian continued his practice, and soon found himself accompanied by another source of sound.

Snoring.

You snoring.

"Music to my ears," the bard chuckled into the dark, reaching out and letting his knuckles gently graze your forehead before returning to his melody.

"The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me . . .

I shine only with the light you gave me . . ."

[zukkoxx]

love touches <3

w/ deku, bakugo, shoto

deku 🥦

as soon as you guys got far enough into the relationship where you were comfortable being clingy and touchy with each other, it seemed like izuku couldn’t keep his hands off you

he was completely different from how he was in the beginning of your relationship, where a slight touch of your hand had him blushing profusely and stammering over his words.

now though, he touched you any chance he could get.

walking down the hallways to your next class? his hand was in yours.

chilling in the common area? you bet you were snug on his lap.

hugs? every five minutes.

he just could not get enough of you!

often times while you were cuddling, his hand would be drawn over your waist, rubbing his thumb along it as he ranted about his day.

and when he hugged you close while you sat on his lap, his hands would travel up your shirt, rubbing your back soothingly

whenever you came back from patrol or a mission, his first instinct was to hold your face and look at you intently, searching for cuts or bruises

if he found some, he immediately became doctor deku! putting whatever ointment he could find on you and cleaning anything that needed so.

if you were fine though, he’d just rub your cheeks softly before placing delicate kisses on your forehead, nose and lips, thanking you for coming back to him safely

one super specific thing izuku does is massage your legs whenever they happen to be near him, like...

he’d be sitting up on the wall beside his bed and you’d be laying perpendicular to him, your legs over his.

he’d absentmindedly rub his hands lightly over your legs

feeling some tension in them, he decided to give you a little massage to get out any nics that had been bothering you

it was only supposed to be for about five minutes, but seeing the way your face screwed in pleasure and how you sighed contently at the feeling, he couldn’t help but continue the deed until you fell asleep.

point is, touch was definitely one of deku’s love languages, and he made sure to smother you with it any chance he got.

bakugo 💥

we all know bakugo has trouble touching people in a way that didn’t stem from violence.

and that definitely didn’t stop after he got an s/o.

i hope you’ve got thick skin, cause you’ll need it dealing with this heavy handed mf.

after a few months into the relationship, he finally was okay with showing you physical attention.

that would consist of keeping his hand around your waist protectively when you guys were standing around,

and squeezing your shoulders every so often, just to let you know he’s right beside you.

he would hug to way too tight, so tight that you’d have to slap his arms to get him off of you, resulting in him growling irritably saying “i thought you liked that.”

yeah katsuki, it’s nice when it doesn’t feel like your organs are about to be squeezed right out of your body

he was hesitant about holding your hand for a while, knowing his blasts were easy to go off if there was enough sweat covering

but when he did, he held yours tight against his own, squeezing every few minutes because he didn’t want you to let go.

on the rare occasion when you got to his bed early enough to cuddle with him, he’d hold you so tight throughout the night.

he’d never admit it, but he slept better with you next to him.

bakugo felt the most cuddly in the mornings, when the day hadn’t settled in yet and he was still drowsy.

when you’d wander around the kitchen making breakfast for you and him, he’d be constantly holding you from behind.

and god forbid any of his friends catch him in that state, he’d send a fiery blast as red as his flustered cheeks at them.

bakugo liked to kiss a very specific spot on the nape of your neck.

he did it when he greeting you in the morning, or saying goodnight, or just checking up on you.

gets a little confused if you pull away when it tickles.

plz let him know you love his little touches and return them for good measure!

shoto❄️🔥

shoto always had trouble letting people into his life and treating them like more than a peer.

he especially was never good with physical touch

but with you, it was different. he knew he could trust you and that you loved him almost as much as he loved you.

with that, he didn’t dare shy away from getting the physical love from you he had been longing for his whole life.

you noticed very early in the relationship that shoto would always be touching you in some sort of way.

it didn’t always have to be cuddly or super affectionate, but physical contact was never sparse.

he always sat next to you, so close that your thighs were touching, or so that he could lay a hand on your thigh

he liked it when you clung onto his arm. when your smaller hands held onto his bigger bicep when you walked through crowded spaces.

when you cuddled, he always tangled his legs with yours, and made his body a little cooler so you could feel comfortable under the hot blankets.

anytime he walked next you, he always had a hand on lower back, guiding you to your destination

tender soft kisses in the morning. they were so loving and just perfect.

he’s a lot taller than you, so when you sit on the counter table, finally eye level with him while he’s in between your thighs and your stroking his hair.

UGH the highlight of his day.

please please please kiss his scar!

the first time you did it, he literally shed a tear.

he loves when you two are in bed, just staring at each other in so much adoration and genuine love,

and if you just lean in and place a kiss next to his scarred eye, god he’ll be on top of you in no time.

anyways...shoto brain rot 24/7 :)

hope u liked this my loves! please please leave a request or comment in my reply box so i know what other content or head cannons u guys want! -> 🥀

[rabidpotato]

I have Castlevania brain rot send help

Ho boy. I have FEELINGS.

Season 4 spoilers and (longwinded) Discourse(TM) below the cut

A happy ending? In MY Castlevanias? It’s more likely than you think. With as grimdark as the series has been I fully expected to have my heart torn out and shat on, so to get an actual satisfying happy ending was a whole lungful of fresh air. Gimme that sweet sweet rush of Everybody Lives Nobody Dies, I need that shit pumped straight into my poor serotonin-starved brain.

What a hell of a season. There was enough material there for at least two seasons (and I would have LOVED to have two seasons, but that’s just because I’m greedy and want more…) and I was skeptical that they could even try to wrap up all those threads..and then they DID IT. Hot damn.

Hot Takes:

In this house we stan Greta and will tolerate no disrespect against our sword-and-hammer wielding queen. I love her, and I love her and Alucard’s dynamic with the deliberate parallels to Dracula and Lisa. I think she’s good for him.

TREVOR AND SYPHA UGH I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH I’m out here crying ugly tears at how much this stinky himbo and tiny nuke love each other ;______; Battle Couple OTP.

I would watch the shit out of an entire season of everybody building the new village and Trevor and Sypha learning how to be parents and Alucard and Greta getting closer and everybody just being HAPPY. This is because I am trash, not because there would actually be any storytelling value in such a thing. Same thing with onscreen kisses between Trevor and Sypha. Is it necessary? No. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it. But hey, that’s what fandom is for, right? I’ll just be over here drawing beetus-inducing fluff and being vaguely disgusted with myself.

Papa Trevor would be so soft. I think my ovaries just exploded.

I 100% expected Trevor to die and leave Sypha grieving and pregnant with the way they teased it in the trailer and the way it would have thematically fit with the rest of the series, and I am SO GLAD he didn’t. I’m tired of sad endings. I really love that he gets to be part of this world of people who know how to build things.

“I love you.” “I know.”

That single flash of Sypha’s face as he’s fading out knowing he’s going to die and being at peace with it, augh my fucking heart. T_T

Horse is secret MVP. That horse knows things.

Isaac confirmed for a) stand user and b) monster fucker. King out here living his best life, you love to see it.

But for reals tho, Isaac’s arc was one of my favorites. Nice fakeout with the conquest line in the trailer. The philosophical discussions on the nature of humans and night creatures, the way he comes to realize that he (and Hector, and by extension his own night creatures) is/are more than a tool to be used in the hands of others, the way he reclaims his own agency and decides he’s going to live...I fucking loved it. (Also paves the way for post-series forgehusbands…)

SO FUCKING HAPPY FOR STRIGA AND MORANA. I was holding my breath expecting them to get horribly killed the entire time and then they just...weren’t. The hot vampire wives got to literally ride off into the sunset (sunrise?) together, in a way that made sense. The General and the Organizer looked at the data on the ground, discussed, and made the calculated decision to stick with what really matters to them, not just Carmilla’s ambitions. More of this, please! Would have loved to see Striga fight more than once, though. Also I would shank a man for Morana’s cape.

Respect for Carmilla for going out on her own terms, even if it did feel a little heavy-handed. The cinematography of her and Isaac’s fight sure as hell made up for it though- that was one of the prettiest fights of the series.

Reunited trio’s fight was the other prettiest fight of the series. Holy fuck, what gorgeous animation.

I actually liked that St Germain’s lady friend never spoke- it reinforced the way that he has mythologized her to the point where she’s not even a person, just an ideal. It was also exactly what he deserved that she turned her back on him in the end. She’s just not that into you, bro.

Varney is a hoot. A greasy, flea-infested slimy hoot. Nice twist, too. Death’s design is *chef kiss*

Loved the themes of moving on and rebuilding and change and how there’s a pretty clear split between the people who are able to adapt and change (and live), and those “relics of the old world” who can’t or won’t. Ratko was criminally underused in this respect. I think there just wasn’t enough time.

Quibbles:

Pacing. I know Castlevania is notorious for uneven pacing, but in this case I think this is on Netflix- they should have been given a full two seasons to wrap this up, just to give things a chance to breathe. As it was, though, I think the writers did the best possible job given the constraints they were under.

Zamfir should have lived to learn the lesson about caring for the people who are still alive, and been the one to take charge of rebuilding Targoviste for the living. Having her die was straight-up pointless in a predictable way.

Did Trevor just straight-up forget he has TWO weapons with range when fighting Ratko? You have like a 30 foot reach what are you doing bro

Lenore is Problematic, and I wish there had been more tension between her and Hector. Like, I know Stockholm Syndrome is a thing, but he’s weirdly chill with her in a way that glosses over just what she did to him. Also I would have liked to see more self-awareness of “Oh, being a pet in a cage really is shitty, no matter how nice the cage. Now I know why what I did to you was wrong” before she dips. Her ending sure was poetic, though.

Wasn’t Trevor’s left arm broken in that last fight? How the heck is he even able to use it at the end? Also damn dude it’s been two weeks you should probably at least have washed those gaping wounds by now. Do you want sepsis? Because that’s how you get sepsis.

Unpopular Opinions:

Look I love Dracula/Lisa as much as the next shipper but “Hey we’re alive again for some reason!!” was totally out of left field. It felt like something out of a fix-it fic and it was just kinda baffling and jarring. Also go see your fucking kid, jfc you two are terrible parents.

Is Lisa just...kinda fine with the fact that Dracula tried to commit genocide in her name and almost killed their son? That must have been an awkward conversation.

I’m actually cool with Alucard spilling his life story to Greta on the march. He’s starving for human interaction, who’s to say he wouldn’t just want to TALK about what he’s been through? It’s treated in a way that’s a bit flippant for my taste, but we’ve seen enough of his trauma onscreen. I want to focus on his healing.

I’m hesitant to kick this particular hornet’s nest, but I really don’t think the ot3 has to be sexual? If it is, it damn well be an ot4 polycule with Greta. I see them more as two couples that are close friends and found family. But that’s the great thing about fandom! Rock on, shippers of all flavors, there’s room enough for everybody.

In Conclusion (jesus fuck how much did I write)

Castlevania pretty

Have you seen my braincell I think I misplaced it

Moar plz

[queenelizabethslefttata]

radom haikyuu karasuno hcs:

my brain is rotting please help

asahi cant fucking read aloud cause he gets nervous

he also is the kid who left sweaty hand prints on the science lab tables

suga smokes and you cant convince me otherwise

he drags the rest of the third years and some second years

tanaka has definantly met god while drinking too much bang energy

noya was already gone when it happened

daichi is the type of person to chew on pencil erasers and pen caps

hinata ate crayons as a kid

tssukki and yams have sleepovers and tssukki makes yams sleep on the floor

yams literally doesnt mind he loves tssuki

asahi drives a kia soul

noya and tanaka alsways asks for rides because their scared to ride with saeko

kagyama would love the try guys idk why but he would

coach ukai is bad at math

suga and daichi bully asahi by like doing that tongue thing ya know what couples do and asahi absolutely hates it

he’s like “cmon guys plz stop”

kiyoko has punched many pervy teenage boys because they made yachi uncomfortable

yachi lobes caterpillars

kagsyama and hinata also have sleepovers they just dont like to admit it

tssuki and yams fucking love the movie shrek

suga love halloween and valentines day

moya drinks blueberry redbull and cotton candy bang most of the time

asahi always has to remind him to drink water

ennoshita goes to bed super late, not because he cant he just doesnt get really tired unless after a hard match or practice

asahi really enjoys synthwave

hinata is such a purple person

yamaguchi knows how to sue and so does kiyoko

yachi sometimes reads with asahi in the library

thats after she got used to him and realized he was a big softie

kageyama hates olives

hinata loves olives

they coexist

tekeda sensai has smoked before and shocked ukai whenever they shared a cigarette one day after practice

suga wont sell to the first years but will to the second years

suga’s smoke circle includes: daichi(duh), kiyoko, ennoshita, asahi (he doesnt like smoking but likes brownies and edibles n shit like that), noya, and kinoshita

asahi cant handle smoking, poor baby coughs too much and he feels nausues from it

hinata loves chocolate milk lol

kageyama sings in the shower

ennoshita has braces i feel it in my bones he does

so does yams and kinoshita

asahi had braces his first year and half of his second

daichi is a literal gym rat

kiyoko was on the track team

tanaka is actually a really good cook but only noya knows

tsukki has an annonomus instagram account and people will send their confessions to him and he posts their confession for the drama

the only person who knows its him is yams of course

tsukki’s mother adores tadashi so much that she includes him in holidays

coach ukai wears socks and sandals

daichi does too but with like old crusty slides

noya lives the fuck out of dairy queen

noya whenever he rides with asahi, he leaves trash literally everywhere and asahi will leave it until noya rides with him again to make him pick it up

you cannot tell me asahi and noya are lowkey assholes to each other

asahi is such an office aide type of person

daichi likes american country music and sometimes plays it in the car

kageyama is scared of clowns

daichi has hit everyone player on the karasuno team at least two times separately

suga has been hit the most

scratch that asahi has because suga and daichi just beat the fuck outa him sometimes

asahi actually enjoys working out on his own time and if they had it, would join the powerlifting team

and football

noya gives off feral theatre kid energy

tanaka too but tech kid vibes too

ennoshita is 10000000% done with everyones bullshit

ukai has a lil yeti cup that says “this is my coaching glass” and its filled with vodka and cheap conveient store soda

tekeda has those glasses wires that you can wear as a necklace

yachi is really good at braiding hair

hinata works at chuckee cheese