#they looked like a familyyyy

[pancakesetsandwiches]

The first thing my brain thought of the moment I woke up is Passion. I am unwell.

[gildedlead]

Shout out to Gotham knights for having some the most mind numbing gameplay, with some of the best Batfam dialogue known to man to balance it out. It also has Jason with this fuckass haircut.

[caroandcats]

Buddie + ao3 tags || 4x08

[wanderingxiao]

Christmas Miracle!

Husband! Scaramouche x Pregnant! Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language, pregnancy/lactation kink, slight degradation/praise, and just mainly smut with fluff 💜

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! This is shit but hope you enjoy a little! ;)

Scaramouche scoffed lightly looking over the glittering Christmas decorations that filled your shared living room. The tree was decorated with cute figures of Santa, reindeer, pictures of the two of you, and a cute little picture hanging near the top of the tree, a small shape barely visible from the black and white picturing in the sonogram image.

“Scara, it’s Christmas, loosen up a little.” Your husband only snickered in reply, his body turning towards the sound of your voice, his indigo eyes darting down to the disgustingly sweet plate of cookies in your hand. “A holiday, celebrating some fat man with a beard. Is this really how you were raised?” You rolled your eyes a little, shaking your head as you approached him. “That’s not all the holiday is, you know that.”

He huffed quietly, his eyes softening a bit once his hands instinctively found your swollen stomach when you approached. “Tsk, whatever… how are you holding up?” His cheeks dusted faintly in pink, caressing your stomach while you munched away at your cookies. “Mmm, the cravings are like, fucking awful, but other than the backaches and constant arousal, pretty good!”

Scaramouche perked up slightly when he heard the last bit of your complaint. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his stomach, his eyes darkening. “Hmph, can’t even control your hormones, huh? Sounds like a sorry attempt at trying to seduce me.” The edges of his lips curled slightly, giving you a dangerous look while your mouth continued to be stuffed with cookies.

“Mmm! Mo ‘m serous!” A smile quirked to Scaramouche’s lips, his expression softening watching you clear your throat and swallow down your cookies. “I was watching my show yesterday and just the love around the couple…” Your voice trailed off, voice starting to crack. The now empty plate rested against your stomach, your hand coming to your teary eyes. “I-it was so beautiful a-and it reminded me of us! A-And I then I got horny t-thinking about you being a father! A-And our familyyyy! Uwah!”

Scaramouche cringed when your face turned into a sobbing mess. “H-Hey. Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry.” His smooth and warm hands wiped your tears, his eyes awkwardly averting at the situation. Your cries soon died down and you laid with your husband snuggled against the couch. “Tsk, you done now brat?” He smirked and kissed your head. “Your hormones are quite the nuisance. Can’t wait til the little shit is out…”

“Awe, are you excited?” You looked up to him knowingly, your smile evident. He only scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t like children.” You only rolled your eyes, he could lie all he wanted, the truth was always in his expressions. Your cheeks flushed, heat building between your legs. Your thighs rubbed together, your eyes casting down to the way his hand laid protectively against your belly. “Uhm… hey… Scara?”

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing. “There’s a present I would like to open early.” Your husband opened one of his eyes, sparing you a glance questioningly. You took a small breath, moving slightly as your leg swung over his hips, trapping him between your legs. His eyes were fully open now, his attention fully on you. “Can you… give it to me?”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened briefly, his heart beginning to pound. The look in your eyes as you stared lovingly and longingly at him, your heat just above his now growing arousal. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t respond, only lightly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down into a soft kiss. His other hand roamed down your chest, groping against your sensitive breasts.

You moaned into his mouth, your clothed cunt now rubbing against his bulge. The swell of your stomach was pressed against his abdomen, only turning Scaramouche on more. Your hands traced his face, delicate fingers running along his jaw and down his neck. His skin shivered under your touch, goosebumps of excitement rising up as he felt your warmth. His tongue invaded your mouth, curling over your gums and teasing against your own hot muscle.

The soft sound of your moans spurred him on, his hands hastily pulling and tugging your clothes off. Your hips rolled against his, dry humping his hardened cock, making you both moan in unison at the sultry action. Scaramouche pulled his lips away, a string of saliva snapping against your lips as his assault moved from your lips to your neck. Love bites and hickeys littered your neck, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He breathed out, slender fingers coming to rub against your sopping cunt, your hips grinding against his fingers once they made contact with your drenched panties. “Please, Scara, mmm~ please…!” Your begging would suffice for tonight, he pulled against the fabric roughly, making the material snap, loosely hanging off your snug hips now as his fingers began to rub against your dripping folds.

Your moans soon began to Increase in pitch, his fingers rubbing back and forth up your folds before his fingertips began to ghost your fluttering pussy. “Such a good girl.” Scaramouche praised, groaning lowly when he felt your gummy walls grip against his fingers when they finally entered your velvety insides. “Ngh, so fucking tight. You’re sucking my fingers in so good.”

“Scara! S-Scara~!” Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, loving the way they scissored your walls apart, curled in just the right place, and pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously. Your hands fumbled against his shirt, pulling it sloppily over his head while you endured the generous pleasure of his fingers. “Hmm~ love you, love you so much…!”

“That’s fucking right! Yeah, you love me? Love me so much don’t you? Yeah? That why you’re- ngh!- so eager for my cock? Huh?!” You could only nod dumbly, hands shakily tracing down his chest to the toned firmness of his abdomen. His thumb abruptly began to rub stimulating circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan accompanied by the harsh tremble of your legs. “C-Cumming…! Gonna cum!” Your hands clutched the hem of his sweat pants, tugging weakly as you tried to free his cock of the restricting confines of his boxers.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out abruptly, groaning lowly at the sight of your arousal sticky and shiny against his slender digits. He rested his other hand on your stomach, rubbing softly while he eased you back against the couch, scanning your face for any discomfort or pain. “Hey.” He called out, grabbing your face lightly to turn your mushy attention back onto him. “Let me know if you’re not okay… got it?”

You nodded in response, whimpering when you felt the flushed tip of his cock graze your glistening folds. His cock teased your fluttery hole, loving the way your pussy was begging to be stuffed, almost trying to suck him in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, your fluids coming together in sticky bliss. His cock head nudged up against your clit, his hips moving languidly to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Scara… p-please…” Your voice sounded so beautiful and sultry, hips weakly bucking up to receive more exciting friction. Scaramouche laughed softly, his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slowly began to enter you. His hands were clammy as they rested on your hips, his brain beginning to turn to mush the second your warm walls enveloped his throbbing cock. “F-Fuck… you always… f-feel so good.”

You whimpered as his length began to stretch your insides, creating a generously full feeling that made your fingertips tingle. Once he was half way in, he bucked his hips, bottoming out instantly with a deep moan. “S-Shit, you’re sucking me in… I fucking love it, hah~” Scaramouche leaned over you, his stomach pressed against your bulging belly while he thrust shallowly into your drooly cunt.

“A-Ahh, Scara~ more…!” Your husband only growled in response, pushing his hips harder against your own, the deliciously gooey head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, evoking the most sinful moans you could muster. It was as if you had gone to heaven. Every movement of his cock sent shivers and electric sparks of pleasure into your spine. The way his veins and mushy head would scrape against your gummy velvet walls, it all felt so good you could barely contain yourself.

Scaramouche was struggling to control himself too. The gorgeous curve of your stomach, swollen with his child. The way you practically oozed motherhood made his carnal instincts spiral. His hands roughly went to grope at your boobs, squeezing the squishy and engorged mounds of flesh until you were jerking against his body, moaning uncontrollably.

“Scara~! W-Wait! Mmm~ S-So sensitive… they’re so sensitive…! Ngh!” Your beautiful cries fell deaf upon his ears as he gently turned you on your side, pulling one of your legs back by your ankle to give his cock deeper access to firmly press against your sweet spot. This way, he could lean down to suck against your breasts while he fucked you. “Ahh?! Scara! Wait! Wait wait wait! Hah!”

His tongue swirled lewdly over the sensitive bud, covering your breast in his saliva. His mouth came to latch on again, this time, giving your tit a light suck accompanied by a squeeze before a milky taste invaded his tongue. Your husband jerked away quickly, his eyes widened in surprise as he watched milk begin to leak from your swollen tits. His cock began to twitch wildly inside your warm walls, making you wince in ecstasy.

“Heh, so messy and pathetic, my gorgeous wife.” Scaramouche degraded, lightened with praise to quell your sensitive emotions. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his dark indigo eyes glued to the way your tits squirted out milk whenever he would squeeze against your breasts roughly. “Fuck… t-that’s so hot.”

You couldn’t respond, your orgasm approaching quickly as your sensitive breasts were groped and squeezed of all the milk that swelled within the engorged flesh. Your pussy fluttered around Scaramouche’s cock, warning him of your fast approaching climax. His husky groans became louder, his own body beginning to tense up. You could lightly feel the way his cock twitched inside, only arousing you further knowing he would be filling you with his sticky cum any moment now.

“Mmm, s-shit I’m cumming. I’m c-cumming baby! Cum -ngh!” Scaramouche could feel his balls tighten, cock beginning to twitch wildly as his warm cum began to spurt inside of you, turning your insides into a gooey mess. Your own climax didn’t help, your walls spasming around his cock, desperate to keep him sheathed inside while you milked him for everything he was worth. “Scara~! Ahh!! S-So full… so full… f-feels… so good.”

He leaned over to your face panting lightly indigo bangs gently tickling your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss as some sort of apology. His eyes cast down to the slippery mess of your milk all over your breasts, abdomen, and the couch. He could feel himself getting hard again just at the sight of your lactating tits. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Y-You’re hard again?” Your body was wiped, and he could tell. With your hormones spiraling and emotions scattered, he knew you couldn’t handle another round tonight. No need to worry, he’ll give you the best morning sex ever. He slowly pulled his length out, whimpering lowly when the warmth of your walls disappeared. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I can tell you’re tired. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You smiled softly at his suggestion, nodding slowly. Your husband moved off of you, putting his underwear and sweats back on before he helped you up from the couch. It was then a sudden gush racked your body, and the sound of water splatting against the floor was heard. You both looked down to see a clear fluid covering the floor. Your hand immediately clutched at your stomach, the feeling of being stabbed a thousand times boiling within your insides.

“Scara… I… I think my water just broke…”

It’s a Christmas miracle! Welcome to the world baby Kunikuzushi!

Merry Christmas! 💜 Stay safe everyone and have a happy holiday 💜💜

[lilacevans]

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ paring: dark!steve rogers x female!reader. (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 157. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: bondage, sweet steve losing his mind a little. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @sgtnightwolfinthetardis ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: enjoy, my honeyssss. i hope u enjoy this little glimpse into stevie turning a little like the rest of his familyyyy. 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

You whined around the double layer of rope between your teeth, the corners of your mouth tearing at the seams as Steve stroked a hand down the intricate patterns of the taut pink rope bound around your body.

Your skin jumped as he’d occasionally flicked the rope against your skin. Scratchy fibres pricked your skin with every attempt to move in a feeble attempt to find comfort in the wooden chair.

Your thighs flexed over the wooden arms digging painfully into your legs, the creaking of the wood filling the deafening silence between Steve’s long, deep breaths. Steve’s fingertips sent waves of shivers through your body as he painstakingly knelt down between your parted legs, his head dropping against your stomach as he let out a ragged sigh, seemingly battling with something deep within.

“Why did you have to run?” Steve questioned softly against the skin of your belly, before looking up with those deep-ocean eyes, glossy and haunted. “I didn’t wanna do this, angel…”

“Yes you did,” your minds spoke in unison.

[arsonistmoth]

Aight takin a quick com break to share my ideas on the KITTY FAMILYYYY <3 (aka my take on Forneus and her kits) Headcanons under cut cuz some of them are sAD and also I tend to blather on.

Forneus has always wanted kits of her own, though perhaps not a Tom in her life to get them (She is content as she is, a traveling merchant who sees so many faces, so many stories in a day). So, by the power of a one-night stand with some dashing tall tom, she gets her wish. Albeit bittersweet when her kits come stillborn. She prays and prays to the god of death, begging, pleading for her babies to come back to her but its not Narinder that hears her fervent prayers first. She's given a choice by the god of war...Bury them as is her right, or give the kits to them. They will take them to death's gate where they just might know a shadow of life. She leapt at the chance. Not one day goes by where she doesn't think of her two little toms and how they must have grown. She knows, in her heart, they will return to her somehow..and she will know them by sight and scent the second she sees them. Aym and Baal grew up in the gateway with their master. They were a gift to a lonely god and in them he found some semblance of company and...love. Of course we all know Narinder is not the besssst of influences and it shows in the two young toms. They are fiercely loyal, quick to temper (in aym's case), and deadly in combat. Though it wasn't always so. Kits must learn and they must grow... Accidents are bound to happen- (perhaps like being given a new sharp pointy weapon only to hurt yourself immediately thereafter and have the god of death pinch your scruff between two claws to make you stop squirming as he heals you) Though their cloaks are nice and warm, the pair have only ragged tunics beneath it. After all, not many dead arrive with a) nice clothes and b) clothes big enough for the toms. Its fineeee. they're fineeee. After the events of the game, Aym and Baal choose to stay with the cult to be close to their mother and Master. Baal eventually finds himself a mate and even settles down, having a litter of twins with his orange tabby queen named Fion <3 Aym is content for a time, staying with his family and his new niece and nephew...but eventually wander lust grips him as it gripped his mother. He heads out into the world and, though he sends a sparse letter here and there, he has not been seen since. Lamb think's he's crossed the sea. Hopefully he finds whatever hes looking for. to end this on a happy note: Forneus loves her grandkits and would die for them. She has also slapped Narinder. Once. (you dont call yourself a poor father figure to kits you took care of. not around her. "You were all they had! They love you and cherish you do NOT spit in their faces so!"

[thecat-inthehat]

13. Butte

shakes the tin can come get your Ala Mhigan generational trauma and found familyyyy

(873 words)

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The Peaks were quiet at night, save for the incessant lo of insects and the whistle of wind that wound through the canyons and carved through the sandstone towers. Kicking her feet idly in the air only added to the breeze, the eddies of her winds joining to the soft stone whistles that created soft musical notes. 

“There you are,” a voice said, and Helisent leaned over to see Ingvald at the base of the stone butte she was perched on. He was just barely illuminated by the soft warm glow of the campfire just around the bend, and the cool moonlight above. It made his blonde hair almost silvery, and threw his harder features into a gentle relief. “Mind coming down?” 

“I guess,” she sighed exaggeratedly, and pushed herself off to drop down the thirty five fulms to where he stood. He didn’t even blink at the cushion of air that served to save her from the fall, only smiled at her indulgently. “Something wrong? The path ahead is safe, but if you want me to check it again I can.” 

Ingvald shook his head, the little feather on his swaying with the motion, and he looked faintly amused. “No, I was actually going to ask how you are doing.” 

Hel blinked, opened her mouth, then blinked again. “I’m fine?” 

“Right,” Ingvald said, not quite disbelieving, not quite believing. “And you getting more and more antsy the closer we get to Ala Mhigo, spending longer on each scout, that’s…?” 

“I--” She started, then fell quiet. The crackle of the fire around the bend was undercut by the sounds of people talking, their quiet laughter and Tia’s story resting on the winds. 

“You could join us, you know,” Ingvald said instead. “I’m sure the other kids your age would appreciate getting to know you, and a few of the younger ones were fascinated by how you fly.” 

“I… I know,” Hel said, and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. The stars were pretty tonight, nary a cloud in the sky. “And the second I speak they’ll just hear my accent.” 

It didn’t escape her that they were speaking in common right now, rather than Ala Mhigan. She was still rusty, and her Gridanian accent was near earsplitting when she really tried to talk. Ingvald and Orella didn’t mind it, Orella having been the one to teach her her ancestral tongue, but other Mhigans looked at her oddly. 

Ingvald just snorted. “And how is that different from half of their Ul’dahn accents?” 

“It’s different,” she said lamely, and paced away from him. He was right, like always, but ugh. “At least they got to … I don’t know. Nevermind, that’s… unfair.” 

She didn’t resent her ma. She didn’t. She knew exactly why Irga Wynter had chosen to assimilate into Gridanian culture. It just… 

Ingvald stepped closer and put an arm around her shoulders, gave them a little squeeze. “They won’t judge you for it, you’ve saved their life more than a few times already on this little journey. Nevermind the fact that most of them are, or have been, in a similar situation as you. They get it.” 

She swayed just a little, then leaned into the touch, resting against his chest. “... What happens when we get to Ala Mhigo?” 

“You don’t have to go into the city if you don’t want,” Ingvald said, and rubbed her shoulder. “But I think you’ll like it there, if you’ve never been. Rhalgr knows I barely know where you’ve been half the time.” 

Hel snorted, and sniffled loudly. Ingvald was kind enough to not mention it. “I should, I’ve only been in the city for business. I just… I think about it and I get so locked up and…” 

“Start with something small,” Ingvald said, echoing words she herself had told him when he started learning Red Magic. “Go join the others at the fire, spend some time with your kinsmen. Maybe the rest won’t feel so daunting after.” 

“You’re just saying that,” Hel huffed from where her cheek was pressed into his shoulder. 

“Don’t know until you try,” Ingvald said, and was unable to keep the smile from his face as he gave her a little squeeze. “Go on, can’t hurt.” 

She gave a little sigh that brought all her personal winds with her, ruffling his hair with the force of it and kicking up a miniature whirlwind, but didn’t object. She brought one arm around his waist to give a little squeeze, then pulled away from him. “If it goes bad I’m going to dangle you off the Ziggurat.” 

“That would be so much more intimidating if your nose wasn’t red,” he grinned back. He dug out a handkerchief and offered it to her, which she took. She blew her nose, rinsed it out with a quick Water spell then blew it dry in the matter of seconds, and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks,” she said, and glanced at the glow of the campfire round the bend of the stone. She seemed to draw herself up a little, take a few breaths, then walk forward. “Thanks, dad.” 

She didn’t see how Ingvald’s face froze, and a small, hesitant smile bloom over his features. 

[joooonbug]

hello fellow child of divorce- I MEAN- mullendowski enjoyer 🫂 ik youre thinking abt our lovely parents so im gonna give you an excuse to ramble, you got any headcanons abt em you wanna share??? 🎤

YESSSSSS ID LOVE TO

sorry for the extremely late response aaaaaa

since i cant think of any at the top of my head ill use some prompts from this list by @ silentshayshores-2 that i really wanted to try out!!!

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them?

Preferred weather?

What’s their sleeping schedule?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

Who do they go to for comfort?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

How well do they take care of themselves?

Do they consider others family?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

Do they like being in pictures?

even though thomas and robert are literally the same height, im gonna headcanon that thomas is shorter than lewy bc REASONS (lewy would totally make fun of him)

I feel like robert would be more of a summer guy while thomas would be more of a fall/autumn guy :D

Thomas’ is absolute shit (like 1-3am) but lewy is really strict w his sleeping so he makes him go to sleep at like 10-11pm

Thomas: absolute shit, cannot cook to save his life Robert: honest could probably participate in masterchef

Thomas would totally be like “lets watch a horror movie!!!!!” then get scared when he actually watches it and ends up cuddling with robert on the couch

Thomas would absolutely dominate with his sheer chaoticness and robert would let him bc he loves watching thomas be happy

Thomas: def manu Robert: mario or marco

Thomas loves lovesss hugging people while robert is more comfortable about physical contact with the people hes close to :))

a really bad game probably, thomas would sneak off to cry by himself, robert would go and look for him and theyll probably end up crying together in a janitors closet😋

thomas would be the worse of the two and robert would def help him w it :DDD

both would consider their teammates familyyyy

thomas would get lost, but then he wouldnt ask for directions because he thinks that thatll just show weakness and end up bruising his ego so lewy always tries to convince him that its ok to ask for help!!!

they would generally both be pretty good at receiving and utilizing feedback

thomas is literally german, need i say more??????? as for robert, he’ll probbaly occasionally swear when hes reaaally pissed off

thomas looooves pictures and robert is willing to be in any picture that thomas is in😋😋

[draculaflow3]

decidingggg if I should go to the Appalachians for a day or two on my long weekend or go & visit my familyyyy. Help me decide

seeing family pros: haven’t seen them in a while. Would see my nana, pepaw, and great granny who are awesome & my granny has a bunch of free knitting stuff for me. Would see my old as fuck dog who I would blow up the world for. Would get lots of free food from family

seeing family cons: I hate my dad more than anything and would have to stay in his gross smelly house & being in my hometown plagues me with a strange sense of sadness that I know would dampen the whole weekend

appalachians pros: beautiful hiking and looking at nature. For the past year with my job I’ve been inside A LOT 8-5 every day and it would be so good for me. We have the most salamanders in the world over there so I might see so many cool lizards

appalachians cons: not the SAFEST thing to do by yourself & I’d have to buy a bit of hiking gear like boots but it would make me want to go back again if I invested money

[nighthoundsworld]

heyy nighthound we back again :)

Your thoughts on the sibling dynamic between all the kiddos??

OHH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN SEE THIS QUESTION ASKED IM SORRY !

To Awnser your question tho I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT !

Now obviously none of them are blood related BUT THAT JUST MAKES IT EVEN BETTER ! Starting from the beginning James, Azari, Pym and Torunn only knew each other, they were the only people in each other’s lives and for most of their life they were all they had. The beauty of their bond is the fact that they were raised together through shared trauma and life experiences. They’d all jump infront of a bullet for one another and they all see each other as family even through they aren’t. None of them are blood related but they’re still family ! AHHHH I LOVE THAT TROPE AND ADDING FRANCIS TO THE EQUATION MAKES IT EVEN BETTER

with Francis added he not only brings that tipping scale energy of will they won’t they with Torunn or a somewhat rivalry with James but he adds exactly what they’ve all been looking for

Francis was raised in a post apocalyptic Ultron world he’s the stereotypical lone wolf who thinks Heroes were dead. He feels he has the weight of the world to burden and it was up for him to save the world not trusting anyone while all James, Azari, Torunn and Pym wanted was the hope and confirmation that someone anyone was out there continuing the fight so that one day they could beat Ultron

In a way they all saved each other which makes their bond even better. Francis learns that he can’t do everything on his own and opens up to his new family after losing his parents and the others learn from Francis that the world they knew isn’t what they expected but if there’s more people like Francis it can’t be that bad

THE DYNAMIC IS SO GOOOOOOOD !!! AND IT’S WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER WHEN HE OFFICIALLY JOINS THE FAMILYYYY

Also can’t forget IronDad Tony god I love Next Avengers Tony so much

Yeah the Family Dynamic is the best part about this team and I still feel like I didn’t cover it all

[madraleen]

Genshin Impact - To the Stars Shining in the Depths Act III and Act IV Commentary (full spoilers)

-Finding a quiet place to read a book?! Not me relating to Paimon?!

-I love the Furina-Neuvillette interactions.

-FATHER IS HERE! FATHER ARLECCHINO IS HERE, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

-Oh, the House of Hearth is in Fontaine? I wasn’t sure.

-”A personal relationship with the administrator” - NEUVILLETTE, WHAT! Hoyo, why you feeding us the good Wrio/Neuvi content like that

-No, I don’t want that cake, the Knave brought that cake, what are you up to, Monsieur Neuvillette?

-I also think spoilers are despicable, thank you Charlotte (*and I’m just realizing post-quests that in the end we never catch up with Charlotte??)

-I see. We are guilty of eating the cake. Neuvi, you little snek.

-Did Childe get teleported in the Abyss or something

-Wriothesleyyyy! Is he cat-oriented? Dog-oriented?

-Why is our baby Lyney in prison! Oh, he should be Arlecchino’s spy, yeah? We’re disrupting Wriothesley’s business so bad

-What Neuvillette and Wriothesley have to discuss is not for your ears, Paimon. Let them be.

-The rizz of Lyney to leave us a card, jeez.

-The two spies from the two sides, we really are star-crossed lovers, aren’t we, Lyney

-Oh, Lyney actually goes out of his way to tell us everything, good boy. Or he might be manipulating us, but you know what, eff it, I choose to trust Lyney and take him at face value.

-Lyney, your crush is showing.

-Sigewinne’s lil shoes tho.

-Childe, I love you, but investigating you is taking too long and I’m not interacting with any main characters and I’m starting to grumble

-Is Alexis’ VA Diluc’s VA…? They sound so similar (JP dub).

-How long has Childe been in prison???

-Lyney really said “We will not take advantage of my crush. Lynette! To the infirmary!”

-We are the Romeo and Juliet of Genshin, Lyney. Deny thy Father, Lyney.

-Traumatic flashbacks Lyney?? “This is not like what happened last time, the situation is different now”??? He is SUFFERING, omg LYNEY

-”A parents’ evening” hahaha

-Us to Siggie: “If you’re close with Neuvillette, why not learn a thing or two about virtue from him?” Wow, we’re going all out on protecting and standing up for the Lyney siblings, huh. Look at us go.

-FREMINET CONSUMED PRIMORDIAL SEAWATER??? HELP!

-Ah yes, patch 4.1, the “Lyney Has a Breakdown” patch.

-Wriothesley and Sigewinne are so unpredictable.

-”Lyney has finally begun to stop tensing the muscles on his face” ??? JUST HOW CLOSE ARE YOU WATCHING HIM, AETHER

-I love the siblings’ interactions, they’re so soft, and I love that we finally see more of them with Freminet. They are adorable.

-Why is Aether smiling when admitting we’ll tell our little Fatui friends everything, lmao.

-Wriothesley about to become his technical consultants’ best man.

-The siblings see us as familyyyy waaaaaahhhh :’))))

-I was like, what is Wriothesley gonna do, PUNCH the water? But yes, ofc, he’s cryo, he’s legit gonna punch the water.

-The Neuvillete-Wriothesley-Clorinde interactions are so interesting, they’re such a power group of people. Also they’re Levi, Erwin and Mikasa, THESE ARE MY PEOPLE! Also, I’m very happy we see more of Clorinde, and for some reason extra happy that she works with Wriothesley because it just makes sense, somehow. They seem to match so well.

-Furina Marie-Antoinette-coded huh

-Arclecchino is pyro? I mean, she’s not wrong with her questions at Furina. But see, this just makes me think even more that Furina DOES have a plan… but not this Furina. That she split parts of herself… for reasons. And they’re somewhere. Including in the Oratrice. And she’ll become Furina-Furina again in the next Archon Quest. Maybe she even used part of her to make Neuvillette into who he is, idk.

-Are we seriously reassuring the Knave that Lyney et al are good little Fatui? We’re so fond of them.

-Oh? Father(-in-law) knows I’m close to her son?

-Dude, it’s so cool speaking so civilly and openly with Arlecchino, especially after dealing with Dottore and Scaramouche.

-I would also be happy to cooperate with you, Arlecchino, I really would! Even Aether’s not reacting negatively, he’s not outright rejecting it.

-It wouldn’t be a Neuvillette patch without some Water Dragon tears.

-We are actually asking if he’s the Dragon!!

-And he just outright said yes?!?! WHAT! Refreshing.

-Ooooh, such interesting lore! Dragons are weaker now because part of their power is the basis of the Archons’ Authorities!

-Freminet hang-out when

-Lyney’s like, “YAAAAY, Father approves of my crush! My crush didn’t immediately clash with Father! YAAAY!”

-I love the way our relationship with the siblings is evolving

-90% of the people we’ve met in Fontaine: “This is normal human behavior, right? I’m doing it right, right?”

-Wriothesley and Neuvillette trying to flirt will be like, “Wanna bring the water… And I’ll bring the tea… And have a tea-making session…”

-AAAHH, I can’t wait for Act V, it’ll be probably be the finale, right?

[scrollonso]

also you may read vr46 riders academy ≠ vr46 racing team.

the academy came first, after the death of marco simoncelli in 2011, fellow rider vale's close friend and to whom vale was a mentor. vale wanted to help young italian riders get through moto3 and moto2 to reach motogp. he has his ranch where they still all train together. the motogp riders that are part of this academy are: pecco bagnaia, luca marini, marco bezzecchi (the cutie in my pfp) and franco morbidelli. and celestino vietti in moto2

they're like a big familyyyy 💛💛💛💛 or cult, you choose. also luca is more quiet and reserved (more similar to pecco) and bezz is much more loud and funny like vale, franky and cele are just cryptic kinda in the middle. the other italian riders that are not part of the academy are enea bastianini nickname 'bestia' = beast (he's so so so gorgeous please look him up, his main color is hot pink !!) and fabio di giannantonio nickname 'diggia' currently racing for vr46 racing team.

anyway last year we even got some podiums and luca in beautiful black leathers i'd be lying if i said i didn't miss that

oh my god this is so cute ☹️☹️

why didnt i get into motogp sooner I WAS MISSING ALL THIS? 😭

[unsleepingtales]

Burrow’s End 3!

Starting this at midnight, will likely pause at some point and finish tomorrow morning :)

Yayyy new party name

And new british thing! How did we get to #36 already?

Just now realizing that these people are the reason that ‘famously’ has entered my lexicon

Yeah they all leveled up A Lot

Character makeup!!

What’s going on with Viola. The makeup has me concerned.

YESSSSS Lila arcane trickster rogue my fucking BELOVED I’m not just saying that bc I’m currently playing an arcane trickster I’m not biased at all what are you talking about

Oh I was so caught up in the arcane trickster stuff that I forgot an important lore thing was happening lemme go back and watch it

God those tongues were horrible

Aabria’s hair looks really nice in this episode

The way we declare things like sidebar in my home game is by loudly saying PAUSE and it’s funny every time

Present tense???

“I’m not him, but I’m here” jesus man

I’m reading way too far into everything but the fact that Jasper’s scar makeup has moved is interesting to me. Why. Was this just artistic choice? Is this indicative of a character thing? Idk

Swifter than the sun faster than the hills oh babe

You’re trying to be good and make your uncle happy but also cult. Be careful babe.

Ooh Erika’s makeup and hair are really cool

Look, check it out :D

Full macbeth

YES I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT THAT

Ohhh their colors. Everyone in earth tones except for Rashawn/Viola. Brennan/Tula and the kids in lighter colors, Erika/Ava in darker tones and shades of grey. Jasper/Thorn in dark tones but also blue. God this is why I love costuming. So cool.

Latin?? Dura Mater, Pia Mater

Children?? Prophetic vision??

“It always is what it is” cmon man

How does this cis man so deeply understand what being a daughter is and distill it so perfectly

Am I detecting some envy in having a husband who listens?

Oop

A mErRy BaNd

Ohhh the warning in saying that something she’s interested in is also one of their mother’s interests. That’s a family thing.

Custom background called stoat mom. Full long rest in short amount of time would be such a good feat and make so much sense for it.

Sometimer’s 😭

Funeral rite for the bear oh my god

Oh tears. Just tears.

TWENTY SEVEN INSIGHT

So many of your deeper thoughts must be put away for the sake of moving forward.

Oooooof

Familial duty is such a mindfuck

The FACE

Awww Ava backstory a bit <3

Thompson’s gonna make partner!

The white mascara is such a good touch it really makes the look

Ooh lore time

HAZMAT SUIT

Testing your power through blind fury? Super duper safe.

Let’s hear it for making bad rolls work within the plot!

Augh

Oh yeah this has all been ONE DAY

Healthy coping mechanism!

That was excellent

Speaking of their long rest. I’m gonna go to sleep. I’ll finish the ep in the morning! (Editor's note: I did not. I finished it the next evening. Such is life.)

Yes that is for real how sleep works and how I act when something insane happened in the middle of the night that I couldn’t deal with in the moment

Effective lessons in communication!

OOF

She wants to save her familyyyy

Siblings!

Those aren’t transferable 💀

No one should be mad at anyone, so if you’re ever feeling mad… don’t.

GOOD ONES

Ooh Jaysohn level of Rogue!

I love the overlapping conversations

Izzy and Siobhan are so good at embodying children’s randomness

Izzy WHAT

He’s a cool dude, he’s just being weird right now

Character choices :D

Ooooh the music being so heavily electronic is so interesting to me

Follow your instincts towards the Light?

Why would it have been bulgarian babe

Jesus

Oh that’s actually such a good way to explain that

Love a shenan!

Solid pigeon impression

Yeah a cult leader would have a +9 to performance wouldn’t he

I feel like this should be a wisdom save or smth to not go insane at what’s happening to him rn

W h a t

He is actually so cursed

WOOOOOOO

Oh that is HITTING

She’s so TIRED

Oooh okay next week looks Wild can't wait

[justanotherfanaccount]

it is time

shadow and bone s2e8 reaction...the season finale

"wait...mal is a bird?" I love you jesper

kaz giving nikolai his cane 😭😭 #besties

OMG DEAD "yes! my man! ...oh I mean we haven't actually put a label on it.."

noooo!! this mal death scene is actually heartbreaking!!

"make them redraw all the maps" 😭😭

I'm sobbing omg I can't do this

THE FLASHBACKKKSSS DONT SO THIS TO MEEEE

inej and Zoya my badass queens 😭😭 (sorry for the crying I haven't recovered from the mal death)

THE DARKLING YELLING TO LEAVE HER ALONE 😭😭

THE DARKLING ACTUALLY DID LOVE HER STOP STOP STOP STOP

alina noooo 😭

this is so painful...

in the books I felt like he had to die...and alina was doing the right thing but now I just feel so heartbroken 😭😭

"make sure there is nothing left of me" "blue skies" 😭😭😭 "MY LITTLE SAINT"

ITS TOO MUUUUCCCHH

alina no...

this is going to cost her...I'm just not sure what yet

NOT KAZ KNOWING THE POEM TOLYA WAS SAYING

kaz's face when jesper hugged inej cuz he knows he can't 😭😭

THE CUT OF ON THE FIVE OF CROWS PLEASE!

no matthias...no Matthias don't do it

David nooooo don't be dead! don't be dead!!

not a ring with a ruby 😭😭 omg I can't take this

what does that bee mean..? I might be looking into it too deep...

MAL AS A PRIVATEER I LOVE IT

"choice...not destiny" 🥺

kanej scene omg omg omg

HES BEEN LOOKING FOR HER FAMILYYYY

"what do you want then?" his facials were so perfect 😭😭

THE SCENE ITS THE SCENE OMG ITS STRAIGHT FROM THE BOOKS I CANT TAKE IT

this scene already broke me when I read the books I can't do this they're such good actors the lines are perfect omg omg I cant

YEEESSSS MAL AS STURMHOLD

inej in the ship!?!?! hold up

WHAT ABOUT SIX OF CROWS HOLD UP

NO NOT A TOLYA AND INEJ THING!!! THIS BETTER NOT BECOME A LOVE TRIANGLE

what is going to happen in these next 20 minutes??? I'm so scared

oh god...NOT THE WOLVES

damn!! yes! he's controlling the wolves!

oh god...he just got pardoned but now he won't be

I HATE PEKKA ROLLINS I NEED HIM DEAD

kaz buying out indentures 🥺🥺 my baby

I. do. not. trust. the. apparat.

fuck this guy I love nikolai

oh noooo I knew it was coming but I still wasn't prepared

HE SAID THE LINE

yes Zoya get your man

IS KAZ TALKING ABOUT THE ICE COURT!?!?! AUGGHHHHGHFH

omg yes he is omg omg omg omg

girl don't do it girl

DID ALINA JUST USE THE DARKLINGS POWERS!?!?! OH MY GODDD!!!!

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

Strong body horror here, and some non-con adjacent stuff.

here for something a little different .

Set night four of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator.

Mike won’t die.

 —--

Michael was tired even before he started his shift, he’s still not sure why he can get exhausted or need sleep when his body is mostly dead but he was dealing with it for the most part, living out his nightmares every night certainly wasn’t helping.

Tonight was just a collection of his worst ones all at once. He was blaming the exhaustion for failing to spot and distract them. The first half of the night had gone well until Liz- Scrapbaby had appeared from the vent before he could distract her away.

The hand shoved though his chest was unneeded since the sight of her tended to give him a similar feeling, at least when he came back to himself she was gone and the new hole wasn’t as bad as he had worried.

Still he had been a little too concerned checking it and relieving the guilt of failing her, that he had missed the warning for his other family member.

At least the sight of springtrap at least washed the guilt away in favour of anger but the emotion didn’t give him any more of a chance to fight back.

And coming back again so soon left him unbalanced and cold. The sensation of being wrong within his own body was something he had gotten familiar with since he first woke up stiff and purple, but it got worse when he was repeatedly reminded how wrong life was for him now.

Still he was gone by the time Mike was able to snap his neck into place and pull himself back upright using the chair, placing his white bear mask on the table he was just about to tell himself that it couldn’t get worse with only 10 minutes left to go when he heard the vent to his right creek.

The made to scrabbled to the computer but a voice stopped him.

“TOO La-a-ate” a voice called from the vent, the large once bear crawled from the vent and greeted him “OH! Eg-eggs.” 

Not them. He almost begged to a god that clearly didn't like him, just when he thought his night couldn’t get worse.

“Not so happy familyyyy,” The one they had labelled Moten Freddy chuckled, far too many eyes locked onto him. “Does it h-h-hurt that they d-d-don’t recog-nise you?“

How long had it been waiting-watching? Mike swallowed at the thought of this thing waiting just out of his sight during the night.

Mike’s body took a step back without him thinking as the thing that had once worn his skin, that had stretched out bones and broken flesh, destroyed his eyes and tore his muscles, that had dragged his body around as he rotted,stood before him.

“You l–l-look aw-w-wful.” the bear almost sounded pitying, as it stared at him. For a moment they both stood still watching each other. “Working h-h-hard?”

Then the bear lunged and Mike found himself pinned to a wall, the anitronic’s weight crushing him easily.

‘Please don’t do too much damage’ he thought, the snapped neck was dealt with but he already had to find a clean shirt and stitch up the new hole scrap baby had left in his chest.

“We- mis-ssed you.” it told him, jaws snapping shut very close to his face.

Don’t think about Evan, Don’t think about Evan.

“Don’t you m-m-miss us?”

At first he doesn’t understand when he feels his shirt shift before hearing the buttons pop off, then pure panic overwhelms as he feels wires explore the skin under it, toying with the stitches it finds holding the wound that killed him together.

He can’t stop the whimpers that escape him and he tries to force exhausted body to fight as he feels something push though his stitches, and feels them snap and tear.

Feels something crawl inside him.

Not again, not again, not again.

His shriek turned into a sob as he found himself helpless to stop it.

Wires twisting around his ribs from inside finding the pieces of metal they had left behind last time, crawling up his spine, pushing through the remains of the lung he had left. His world narrowed down to the feeling inside as the world fell away.

“More fu-full than when we l-l-left you. No mat-ter, we’ll hollow you out a-a-gain-n.”

No, no, please no, no, no.

He couldn’t see anything but the form towering over him, a smaller pale blur starring from the desk and the sound of an ad loudly filling the room were lost to him all he felt was terror as more started to slip through the torn stitches filling the hollow within him as the wires started crawling up his throat.

He barely notices the hot feeling trailing down his cheeks as his eyes leaked, his mouth open choking on a silent scream.

Then they were gone, the wires and more pulled back quickly, causing more stitches to break and making his grasp at the sudden absence. He went limp in the bear’s grip suddenly aware it was the only thing keeping him up.

“Welp, mornings near-ly h-h-here, see you to-night b-b-birthday boy.”

He slid down the wall when the animatronic released him. He doesn’t watch it crawl back into the vent, it’s too much effort to move even his head.

After a time he makes no attempt to stand instead he drags his legs to his chest and wraps his arms around them, ignoring the wet he can feel spreading from the torn open wound in his torso, not knowing if it was from him or something the bear left, not wanting to think about it.

“Boss?” Helpy called.

“In a minute.” he croaked, he had to get up, prepare for the day, needed to change his clothes, clean himself, restitch himself.

He just needed a little time.

Mike took a breath he didn’t need, both him and the small bear ignored the way it hitched.

He wanted to rest.

[royalboyixi]

I've managed to keep logged into JellyNeo's Lab Ray Logger most of the time I'm zapping, and I only found out tonight that it will show you how that pet now looks, I zapped a bunch and some came out great colours, including stuff like Zombie, Maraquan, MSP, and then sent 'em to the pound, and it's so cute to see them customised and loved!!!!!

i love neopetsss

Here's some highlights not including names bc I hear that can cause problems???

This cutieee

This one is one made way better after I put them in the pound, from Snot to Faerie!

This one has amazing customisation, so cute, all their other pets had similarly themed customisations, so theyre part of a familyyyy!!

They look like they're gonna maul you in this lovely park and I love them

Happy candy baby with friends!!!!

The world's bravest soldier.

This haunting beauty

scary but goregous autumn vibes.

Christmas is a stressful time, even for a sad lil monkey guy.