#sowwy my loves

[boinday]

So you say you like stories with horror, romance, pirates and princesses, complex themes of agency and determinism, protagonists who are twin flames, who know they are doomed by the narrative, and are trying to escape that doom anyway? Plus you want something free to read in weekly episodes?

:3c I have a lil treat, then, just for you

[kyo-hiki]

did i play morrowind just to see dagoth? yes. did i also find out that morrowind is the best game ive ever played? also yes.

[kondoram]

heheh... litel clown funy 🤡

[kenmaiii]

after two years i finally draw the favorite

[themadknightuniverse]

movie night 💙

[kirukrono]

So...there are these robots....

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

[littlefankingdom]

I need more fics where Dick acts just like in the comics when Jason comes back.

No more "Little Wing! I missed you so much! I'm fine with you killing people, I don't care! You're right, B is an asshole."

Bring back the original "Jason?! Wtf are you doing??? Stop killing people, you little bitch! I'm gonna kick your fucking ass! B is way too nice to you, because it would be me, you would be in jail!"

[literalnobody]

I want to hear your thoughts on Feral predator!

Okay we don't have three hours so let's just hit tha BULLETS BABYY:

Easily the most honourable Predator in the franchise (committed to matching his Prey's weaponry with ONE exception, always allows his prey to attack him first again with ONE exception)

Easily the sexiest Predator design so far. Yes this one is subjective and he's not wearing fishnets BUT that mask, his colouration, the fact that he is perpetually wet-looking. I love this little meow meow :3

The way Feral is framed by the film is almost as a duel protagonist to Naru - I truly don't feel the script treats him as a rival she is waiting to encounter in the first act, but a character with thoughts and emotions on his own journey. There's a great deal of empathy, I think, placed on the audience's viewing of Feral. He's incredibly expressive in his movements and the film takes time to show him considering the world he's interacting with. The scene that drives me especially bananas is when he picks up the cigar, throws it down with little interest, and then picks up the plant that Naru left in respect for the buffalo. It's the delicacy with which he handles it, the way the film lingers to let us see him consider and think about it. There's these little moments where the film wants us to project human emotions onto Feral (in my opinion obviously) instead of treating him as a big scary Other

C'mon the scene where he kills the trappers is just. It might as well be pornography I mean what do you want me to say

I love his silly little red cloaking device. It's so ineffective and I love that for him 🥰

see this post I made for how I feel about the Bear scene

Anyway all of this to say. Feral did nothing wrong and he and Naru should have teamed up to fight the trappers. That's where the script wanted to go (in my OPINION) but someone stuck their finger in the pie at some point during rewrites I think 😤 but my monsterfucker heart can dream, can it not......

[yummy-egg]

I really wanted to do the cute valentines prompts but had no time ´;w;` )o still I had to do somethin sweet with my most beloved darlings before the month is over ! 💕

A intense kiss inspired by the first half of Oomph!'s Ich will deine Seele (second half doesn't count, no sad endings on my watch!!)

& an elderly version as they get to grow old together, always and forever completely in love 🥰💘

[fantasy-girl974]

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[pyre-sea]

"I hate this man" I say as I painstakingly sketch, line, and render his dumb, stupid arm and his bullshit little vest. Click for better quality I am literally begging you 🙏

[14dayswithyou]

Whoa :O I can't believe Violet sees Amogus in Elanor 😳 /silly

(my beloveds 💕 also looking through the relationship chart is so much fun hehe)

✦゜ANSWERED: AMOGUS????????!!!!!!!!!! If it's Violet saying that, then I 100% trust her hgjdjsh

[satirn]

jimmytimmy doodle as a result of the nicktoons unite brainrot goo runoff

[albatris]

well I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to investigate the Mystery Agony

[punishthemplease]

my fave apocalyptic redhead romance