#that it knows every inch of you

[lestappenforever]

Grill The Grid producers: *Uses what is arguably the hardest part of Max's face to identify and puts only his nose in a face mashup*

Charles fucking Leclerc, approximately 0.002 seconds after laying eyes on the photo: "That's MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN'S NOSE!"

[bamsara]

I blame Twitch chat entirely for encouraging me during this spiral /j

Some suggestive shitposts that got worse and worse because everyone started wildining in chat. Please accept....these. You know. These :)

[slytherinslut0]

girl pleaseeee, can you do something about mattheo with a chubby!reader? she's very insecure with her body and he just starts worshipping her body, kissing every part of her and buried between her legs until shes crying from overstimulation 😭😭😭 I'm sorry, I'm a chubby girl and sometimes a have the feeling (stupid ofc) that he's not gonna like my body

btw, english is not my first language, so i apologize if this request looks confuse

i know you wanted this in form of a drabble or perhaps a proper fic, but i’m speaking directly to you, my dearest anon. this one is all for you.

because baby, hand to god from the deepest parts of my heart, i don't want you to ever think in a million fucking years that Mattheo goddamn Riddle wouldn't be all over you with no breaks.

i mean it, from deep within my soul, when i say that man would be unable and completely unwilling to keep his hands off you. there’d be no doubts about it. he’d be obsessed with the thickness of your thighs, sweet like the finest nectar, and he'd make it his life's mission to leave marks on every inch of your goddamn body just to make sure you knew who it belonged to. Mattheo Riddle would be so obsessed with your body, he'd want pictures of you naked to keep in his wallet, he'd want to hang you up on his wall like a goddamn masterpiece just to gawk at all hours of the day because no matter how long he stares, he just can't believe it's all for him.

i can tell you that without a doubt, that man would make it a fucking mandated law that you recite affirmations back to him every time you're feeling down about yourself, like "I'm the prettiest bitch around" and "I have the juiciest fucking thighs and hips and ass all for my bf to devour."

don’t ever doubt for a second that Mattheo Riddle wouldn't be utterly infatuated with you because he would. he’d worship every curve, every mark, every blimp and blemish. his hands would constantly be exploring, memorizing your body like a sacred text, his lips leaving trails of worship wherever they touched. his desire for you would be insatiable, his obsession undeniable. he’d revel in the fact that you were his, his to hold, his to love, his to cherish. his voice would be a constant murmur in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, how every part of you drives him wild. and he'd make damn sure you knew it every single day.

and when it came to pleasuring you, he'd be merciless. for every second you think badly about yourself, he’d make it his mission to make you orgasm, over and over, until you're begging him to stop. his hands, his mouth, his body—everything focused on you, driving you to the edge and pulling you back only to push you further.

"You don't get to think like that," he'd growl against your skin, his fingers working you with expert precision, turning your vision blurry for the 18th time that night. "Not when I'm here to remind you how fucking incredible you are."

he’d make you recite those affirmations, punctuating each one with a kiss, a bite, a thrust.

"Say it," he'd demand, his eyes dark with desire, pupils blown wide with love and admiration. "I'm the prettiest bitch around."

and you'd say it, breathless and trembling, because he wouldn't stop until you did. tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks, the words he made you recite becoming your truth.

he’d revel in your pleasure, your gasps and moans his symphony, your body his canvas, marked and claimed and loved. Mattheo Riddle would be your worshiper and your conqueror, his devotion as fierce as his desire, making sure you never doubted your worth for a single second. he’d be your constant, your rock, the man who saw you for the goddess you were and worshipped you accordingly.

don’t ever doubt for a second that Mattheo Riddle wouldn't be utterly infatuated with you because he would be. completely, irrevocably. you are fucking beautiful. 🩵

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[hamartia-grander]

Very important pieces of information that absolutely everyone needs to know and remember

[nattikay]

Neynari's parents and Se'txelu/Rolukx's parents, respectively. I've sketched concepts for these characters before, but it's been two years and they were sorely in need of updates. So here's updated concepts!

[clairedaring]

BRIGHT RAPHEEPHONG as YAI in I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR (2023) UP POOMPAT as MING in MY STAND-IN (2024)

[dazesanddoodles]

just a couple of gal pals

[bmpmp3]

FREAK ASS

[flagellant]

The more I think about Wildmender the more I grow invested in it. It's a fascinating interpretation of terra nil and solarpunk since so often the genre is fundamentally rooted in settler-colonialist philosophy, and even games which are intended to be the opposite of that--terra nil comes to mind as the obvious one--just end up actually revealing a different side of the factorio problem, because terra nil is an incredible impersonal restoration of ecological systems. Terra Nil acknowledges climate destruction on a global catastrophic scale and it accepts the responsibility to fix that, but it isn't shown as a human act, nor does it really allow itself the realism of just how terrifyingly impossible the task is to try and literally fix the entire world. Its game structure is supposed to be the anti-factorio but its puzzle structures focusing on efficiency and robotic engineering patterns of rewilding end up feeling more like a dialogue than an inversion. It's trying to say that the idea of humanity as fundamentally destructive is wrong while it doesn't actually ever address the human element.

And then there's fucking Wildmender. A game where you are a single human child in a world of endless wasteland and death, where the only other things are ghosts who remember a halcyon era and the hubris that ended it, wraiths which are consumed by their own greed and destruction of the land for their cursed immortality, and a couple god statues. The entire map is just ceaseless grief, filled with the literal dessicated remains of all the biodiversity that came before the countless disasters. And it's a big fucking map.

And then...the game gives you a shovel and a sickle and a mirror that shows the wraiths what twisted reflections they've become.

And the game says, "The entire world is waiting to be better, and the only way to do that is by doing it yourself, long and hard and hopeless as it seems."

I cannot emphasize enough how overwhelming the task you're handed. There is not a single speck of life left in the world. You are given a shovel and a water bottle and just...expected to do something about it. To look at the literal endless wastes and think you can heal it.

This is what Wildmender cherishes that Terra Nil denies: This is an impossible task for you alone. But it has to be done...and you can actually do it. The way you can turn sand into soil and dig irrigation channels is beautiful. Every single scrap of land that you reclaim is something you had to do on purpose. You had to do it yourself. You had to actively choose how to do it.

And the game makes the reward of even just getting a bit more water into the sand feel like victory. Your starting oasis turns from soil into lush and beautiful meadows--sure, technically instantaneously by doing magic on a specific type of plant. But it took me 4-5 hours before I got there. You have to travel so far into the desert to learn how to grow grass again, and then you realize that this endless hostile wasteland is a fraction of the map you're given. And you look at this sudden profusion of meadowy grassland surrounding your spring and despite how sudden it feels you remember how big the world is. You made more progress in a minute than you did in 5 hours and it's not even a speck on the map. How the fuck is this gonna happen?

And the answer is by accepting that it's going to take a long fucking time and a lot of hard work.

That's how it's gonna happen. Get to work.

[son1c]

i think the hardest sell for starline was hypnotizing sonic into trusting him. like everything else would've been easy by comparison (and make no mistake: sonic fought it all SEVERELY). but getting sonic to stop trying to attack him and tolerate the "sessions" with the warp topaz took the longest for starline to accomplish. and i still think even once he's in the town, sonic still twitches sometimes.

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

Kim has a chipped tooth , but the chipping is inside , and very very small. It can't be seen and he won't get it fixed.

It's a souvenir from the very first time he defeated Chan on hand to hand combat. Even Chan doesn't know that, THAT hit, did so much damage.

Chay on the other hand , knows.

After their first kiss on his shaggy old couch , and the many more that followed that night , he could wax poetry about all the edges and softness of every single crevice on Kim's mouth. He had whimpered when it accidentally grazed his lips , and had grabbed onto Kim's shoulders at the time.

But after that one night Chay never got to kiss Kim again. He never saw the warmth in his eyes that melted and re-moulded his entire world. Not even when he begged in front of Kim to tell him some part of whatever they had , was true.

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Afterwards when he tried to move on , when he tried to fall into the arms of strangers who creeped all over him lustfully , the kisses never made him * feel*.

They were just a way to distract the minds of these poor replacements , so they wouldn't notice how empty Chay's ministrations were. They always closed their eyes when they kissed , and so Chay's unsatisfied frown went by unnoticed. His anger at the reminder , the lack of friction when they tried to dominate him, only made him pull back to lead their attention elsewhere, which they mistook for throes of passion. Hopefully.

When Chay finally was picked up by Kim at Yok's bar one night , Kim was shocked seeing how very much Chay had to drink , and how lax the security around him had been , especially considering their ward had been inebriated. Chay could barely recognise it was Kim half-carrying him out of the bar. Porsche had mentioned to "Make sure Porchay is being safe , Yok called and said he's drinking now. I know , shocking!" , Kim hadn't expected to end up with whole armful of drunk lanky Chay with flushed face and pouty lips.

Kim decided then and there to take him to his penthouse to sleep it off, so he could lie to Porsche about how drunk he had been and maybe so noone else could see his Chay like that.

Once a slightly sobered up Chay took in the piano that stood against the backdrop of a starlit Bangkok skyline , he tearfully broke down and tried to push Kim's aid away.

Only for them both to end up on the rug overlooking the balcony , holding each other , Kim trying to bask in the aroma that was simply his Porchay , and Chay trying to claw his way into Kim's leather jacket.

Finally , finally; Chay got to taste him again , and his whimpers got louder each time Kim grazed his plump lips with that one chipped tooth.

Some vague part of Chay's consciousness revelled that it couldn't get better than this , for Kim to choose that moment bite his lips with full force and draw blood. Chay started to shake like a scared fawn when Kim's fingers climbed underneath his shirt and headed to his chest.

[ratatatastic]

"thank you so much! lets hear it for my d-partner, gus forsling! woo!" *goose chants* "ekky you gotta get your cone" "WOO!" "classic classic"

how much chaos can you instil into a single 45 second clip

the hug and the way ekky slides his hands across his shoulderblades and followsthrough until his upper arm like he needs to soak in every single second of contact or that he shakes his shoulders and decides no i need more let me grab his wrist i NEED TO GRAB HIS WRIST i need to feel all full points of contact

also lol at goose trying to keep his modesty by adjusting the swedish flag to cover his nips oh honey we've seen it all already

ekky seemingly wanting to get one more extra pat in but forsy is already moving away so it just kinda dies midway through (sumn sumn million regrets sumn) ladies and gentlemen we've walked into a drama with the awkward boy next door whos the second male lead and more endearing than the actual main lead

and like an adonis himself the flag barely clings onto one shoulder and becomes more akin to a tunic wrap not unlike the exomis yeah

also ekky too enraptured in his publicly loving forsy activities and clapping that forsy has to point out to him to get his cone before it presumably becomes a tripping hazard before goldie does lmaoooo

he said okay alright shows OVER back to regularly scheduled programming thats enough school of harlotry for him thank you very much

Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24 (x)

[apath3t1c-pr1nc3]

Bow down before the one you serve

You're going to get what you deserve

Variants

I hate his legs and the spear. So much. Send help please

[attractthecrows]

damn it. now i need to design a Rook so i can actually do something with this mental image of the collective look on Rook and Solas's face when Nessie refers to Solas as "that old fart"

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

Anyway Yuuko was speaking. 

And this looks like it’s the moment! The thing that caused all the details of the world to change! 

How WILD that Yuuko reaches in to clarify it’s possible BUT you’ll change so much else in the process. And specifically mentions the guilt. The guilt is part of the price, especially for permanently changing everyone’s lives. 

OH.

OH THERE WE GO. THERE IT IS. 

The reason that Nadeshiko and Fujitaka were disproportionately affected by the Time Change is that they knew about the curse. And just… How wild that their act of secrecy ended up limiting so much damage. I wonder if they knew? Or at least were aware of the possibility? That if they told Touya and Yukito, let alone Sakura and anyone else, that their lives would also be Up to be completely irrevocably changed if it came to this?

Nadeshiko and Fujitaka putting it ALL on the line to save their daughter, and betting with not just their current lives but the entire course of their existence in order to save her. Of course they would. They lost it all to save her, but they paid it, presumably, willingly. 

The alternative is extremely dark. 

But either way, Yuuko is upfront with the fact that Lava Lamp himself will take the Full Responsibility for ALL of this and what it entails. Which is a truly wild amount of responsibility to place on a 13/14 year old, which really feeds into what he mentioned last chapter. The PHENOMENAL, UNIMAGINABLE weight of completely changing the entire lives of all the people. 

I have to assume the price he has to pay is the Lava Lamp Experience, which is probably only that low on the tragedy scale because the Full Cost of Fujitaka and Nadeshiko’s entire current existence is also counted against the price. 

OH YES, HERE WE ARE. The cost of turning back time IS the Trapped in a Lava Lamp Experience, AND Fujitaka’s current existence, AND Nadeshiko’s current existence, AND the Guilt, AND His Freedom, AND putting his life in great danger, AND being completely separated from Sakura, AND her not knowing HIM at all, AND having to watch seven plus years worth of the parallel life play out through someone else’s eyes, with all the pain that brings - AND in all that, no guarantee that he’ll even be successful. 

Here we have it! How big the Prices of these wishes can really get!