#third theme: white and red i think

[cepheusgalaxy]

so what do you guys prefer

i have three sets so far and dont wanna decide

*def not gonna keep the banner

**not sure about the banner. might put the aroace flag there.

[softgrungeprophet]

elaborate dressup game

[marsprincess889]

Basic themes of nakshatras

May edit this later, this is as far as I understand and have observed them, and I think it's pretty nice to see them simply.

Ashwini:

Newness, freshness, the unmanifest, speed, energy, vitality, instinct, healing, fast healing, unlimited energy, self-expression, selfishness, blocking outside noise, trusting yourself, self-empowerment, unfiltered actions.

Things that remind me of Ashwini: bees, the sun, horses, two white horses, golden deserts, horses gallopping, honey, long hair flying in the wind, apples.

Bharani:

Love, death, sex, the female, the feminine, limitations, the material, fate, destiny, coming into the body, struggling against limitations, struggling against fate, mind trapped in its own hell because of the inevitable, dealing with the harshness of life, harshness of mothers and mother nature, the hierarchy, privileges and deprivations, desire, going after your true desire, the immortality of the soul, adapting to changes, passion, tragic love, bravery, facing the truth, choicelessness, nessecity, revenge, violence, gatekeeping, reduction, denial of access, conquering your fate, everlasting beauty, immortality, eternal love.

Things that remind me of Bharani: hot pink and black, darkness, roses, the yoni, gateways, keyholes, caverns, boats, rivers, the damsel in distress, fantasy, high fantasy.

Krittika:

Adam, the main character, naming things, language, rationality, precision, sharpness, criticism, the poet, the "it" person, simplicity, cleanliness, expressing oneself, selectivity, the heat, the knowledge, the light, masculine ideals, stoicism.

Things that remind me of Krittika: knives, razors, lighers, sparks, fire, hearth, cooking.

Rohini:

Eve, sugar babies, growth, receptivity, enjoyment, pleasure, unrefined, doted on, subconcious, absorbtion, sharing, union, creation, the youngest daughter, naivete, feeling no shame.

Things that remind me of Rohini: sugar, stickiness, sweetness, heaviness, red, pink, flowers, the A.I(lol).

Mrigashira:

Distraction, realization, fickleness, adventure, running away, chasing, the hunt, excitement, softness, pleasure, altering conciousness, magic substances(iykwim), curiosity, fulfillment, insatiability, teasing.

Things that remind me of Mrigashira: silver threads, deer, green forests, green and blue, running in the woods, alcohol, the moon, Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Ardra:

Disillusion, crying, lamenting, awareness of others, awarness of other's expectations, hyper-awarness of everything, intellect, the rational mind, pressures from society, rebelling against society, anxiety, hunting.

Things that remind me of Ardra: tears, water, storms, technology, teenage angst, emo culture, the rain, sad songs, dogs.

Punarvasu:

Mercy, forgiveness, permission, freedom, flying, expansion, gentleness, regrowing, realigning, returning, home, unconditional love and nurture, celebration, peace, peacefulness, centering oneself, sunlight, warmth, fostering, taking care, being taken care of, luck, unlimited fertile space, shelter, genuine kindness, believing in humanity again, cycles, patterns, seeing the cycles and the patterns, prophecies, the oracle, openness, second (and third, fouth...) chances, a comeback.

Things that remind me of Punarvasu: staying at home, pets, plants, cats, gentle rain, a bow and arrows, a target.

Pushya:

Asceticism, routines, self-restraint, servitude, control, self-control, working, working on yourself, patience, simplicity, striving for perfection, nurturing, nourishment, quiet ambition, symmetry.

Things that remind me of Pushya: milk, milkmaids, country life, milking, symmetry, goats, sheep, agriculture.

Ashlesha:

Manipulation, abuse, poison, emotional abuse, blackmail, resorting to everything for safety, protection, pent up energy, the nervous system, purity, water, sensitivity, cleanliness, energetic build-up, tension, restraint, preservation, self-preservation, virginity, feminine tactics, being "mean" for protection, lying for safety, sensuality, mother issues, agitation.

Things that remind me of Ashlesha: the color white, transparent things, cats, poisoning, snow white, Sofia Coppola films, teenage girlhood, ties, strings, knots, snakes.

Magha:

Royalty, power, ancestry, family trees, history, the past, regality, honoring the past, honoring the elders, honoring the authority, religion, tradition, customs, confidence, ego.

Things that remind me of Magha: crowns, thrones, churches, goth culture, smoke, big hair(like the lion's mane).

Purva Phalguni:

Pleasure, enjoyment, being spoiled as the feminine, loving to spoil as the masculine, procreation, sex, leisure, art, holidays, parties, exclusivity, pride, charisma, sexual dispersion, love as a method of self-expression, admiration, directness, active pursuit of your passions, indulgence.

Things that remind me of Purva Phalguni: fruits, eating fruits topless, rose gold color, the "rizz"(lol), the phallus, dramaticism.

Uttara Phalguni:

Favors from friends, family and partners, contracts, beneficial agreements, the perfect wife, likeability, popularity, friendliness, appearing cool, stoicism, beneficial arrangements, gain through partnerships, self-expression through relationships, wife/girlrfiend material, harvest, family associations, marriage associations.

Things that remind me of Uttara Phalguni: the "chads", simplicity, genuine friends, loyal companions, family business, the perfect male stereotype, the "rich heiress running away" trope, wheat, gold, power couples.

Hasta:

The earth, the veiled feminine, manipulation, denial of access, materialism, cheating, everyday matters, empowerment of women, deception, skill, seeking knowledge, wanting to be in control, activism, street-smarts, manipulation of masses.

Things that remind me of Hasta: the hand, Goddess Persephone, skilled hands, thieves, easy money, fairies, witches, scammers.

Chitra:

Crafting, building, perspective, truth, law, gems, sacrifice for your craft, vanity, stereotypes, aesthetics, the truth in stereotypes, building based on the law and the truth, the surface of things, the appearance of things, the substance reflected in the vessel, gossip, cliques.

Things that remind me of Chitra: the god Hephestos, martian gods in general, jewelry, fashion, make-up, drama, pettiness, the coquette aesthetic, pranksters, Olivia Rodrigo(ig).

Swati:

Space, the cosmos, shifting realities, love, rebellion, alternate realities, possibilities, seeing beauty in everything, inspiration, art, the cosmic egg, creation of the world, creation of worlds, microcosm and macrocosm, freedom through love.

Things that remind me of Swati: video games, the wind, plants beggining to sprout, the sword, technology, the Sims.

Vishakha:

The lightning, snapping, splitting, joining opposites, compromise, marriage, repressed anger, repressed aggression, alter egos, passion, enthusiasm, standing up for yourself and others, repression and then expression, energy, love and hate.

Things that remind me of Vishakha: lighning bolts, Zeus, Thor and other lighning gods, superhero "Shazam", celebrations.

Anuradha:

Friendship, devotion, depth, loyalty, unconditional loyalty, bonds, the occult, sex with love, numbers, gatherings, friend groups, groups, gentleness, humbleness, discipline, seriousness, organizing society, social groups.

Things that remind me of Anuradha: the color burgundy, dim lights, bunnies, "Sex Education" (tv show), sci-fi (for some reason), "The Vampire Diaries" (and very similar teen shows), frat boys, cheerleaders.

Jyeshta:

The battlefield, war, hunger, thirst, insatiability, conquering, the underdog, street-smarts, competition, strategy, extreme independence, mind games, the art of war, survival, ruling, rising above, self-reliance, wisdom, becoming the authority, the eldest, dryness, trust issues, enemies, destroying enemies, outsmarting all enemies.

Things that remind me of Jyeshta: grandmothers, owls, eagles, dry places, flags, marching, chess.

Mula:

Horror, the abnormal, the truth, the core, the center, the absorbing darkness, the black hole, the roots, violence against falsehoods, seeking the truth, seeking the cause, seeking roots, uprooting, chaos, from chaos to order, the unchanging truth, taming beasts, holding to your truth.

Things that remind me of Mula: "Phanton of the Opera", "Twilight", final girls, horror movies, dark murky green, the wilderness.

Purva Ashadha:

Art, beauty, alliances, artistry, ideals, fighting for the ideal, discrimination, exclusivity, philosophies about beauty and art, passion for love and art, attachments, secrecy, luxury, vitality, vigor, going for victory.

Things that remind me of Purva Ashadha: the sea, seafoam, goddess Aphrodite, seashells, mermaids, sirens, fans (the ones you hold in your hand lol), Arwen from LotR.

Uttara Ashadha:

Victory, loneliness, individuality, government, empowerment, independence, being looked up to, composed self-expression, ease, simplicity but regality, confidence, self-assuredness, melancholy and hardships of aloneness but contentment, stoicism, invincibility, unapologetic behavior.

Things that remind me of Uttara Ashadha: earnest people, goddess Nike, mint color for some reason.

Shravana:

Connecting everything, secret knowledge, interest in everything, reading between the lines, subconcious access, extreme sensitivity, holding the humanity together, secret agencies, percieving what others can't percieve, saving humanity, navigating, receptivity, mysticism.

Things that remind me of Shravana: Superman, Geralt of Rivia, Aragorn, King arthur, pathways, footprints, ear, color blue, spies, astrology, outcasts, fringe societies.

Dhanishta:

Celebration, celebrities, fame, visibility, aggression, agitation, action, bringing people together, idols, propaganda, wealth from fame, that which attracts attention, public image, benefits and downsides of fame, openness and flashiness, branding.

Things that remind me of Dhanishta: supermodels, Princess Diana, dancing, rhythmic drums.

Shatabhisha:

Complexities, seeing everything, lurking in shadows, holding the knowledge, secrets, secrecy, hiding, technology, innovation, being ahead of your time, advising but manipulating, society, the collective, trends, the conciousness of masses, propaganda.

Things that remind me of Shatabhisha: midnight sky, stars, the seas, water reservoirs, the circle, the all-seeing eye of Sauron(lol), Lord of the Rings, rings, the movie "Stardust" (the book too), the evil advisor/black cardinal trope.

Purva Bhadrapada:

Notoriety, expansion, uncontrolled expansion, persmissiveness, growth to ruin unless restrained, fighting for your soul, the scapegoat, going against society, getting tested, the point of no return.

Things that remind me of Purva Bhadrapada: gangs, famous criminals, laziness, femme fatales, the grotesque, deserts, werewolves, the black sheep.

Uttara Bhadrapada:

Finding grace, hardships, working, inner strength, steeliness, resilience, patience, restraint, contol, self-restraint and self-control, bravery, honesty, stubbornness, fighting for your truth, perfect control, freedom through limitations, seeking a permanent foundation built on truth, working for the foundation, long-term goals, innocence, purity of soul, stillness, refinement, honor and glory.

Things that remind me of Uttara Bhadrapada: butterflies, clouds, baby blue color, Cinderella, warriors, knights, knight orders, ice, coldness, queens, ice-queen, dragons, water dragons, deep waters, deep sea and its creatures, wings.

Revati:

Ultimate freedom, creativity, wisdom, gentleness, compassion, guiding, herding, fun, laughter, mischief, lightnness, ease, finding peace, reaching the end, enjoying what you have, contentment, nurturing, open-mindedness, conclusions, gratefulness, freedom and free will, having choices, diversity, finding the truth, true wealth, parenthood, the guide, guidance, individuation.

Things that remind me of Revati: shepherds, herding, everything easy and light, the tricksters, the fool, jokes, Loki, The Joker, fish, comedy, the movie "A Fish Called Wanda", caring for everyone and everything, light and soft shades of green and blue.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

the fuckin' captain ft. shanks!

SUB!SHANKS IN TOWN!! I REPEAT SUB!SHANKS IS IN TOWN!!

set-up: the captain of your ship has a habit of fucking around on drunk nights. and every time, afterwards, he finds solace in your arms. maybe you've had enough of his little arrangement.

warnings: nsfw themes include drunk!sex, mean-ish!reader x soft!shanks, oral (m!recieving), handjob, riding that face ft the daddies of all daddies lmao; mdni thankyouu <3

💟knock, knock, knock. the three knocks had become a part of your routine. something you had come to accept, no matter how strange it was. on those nights where the red haired pirates got drunk, shanks was usually the one with the most liquor in his system. his drunk escapades usually ended with him fooling around the entire night. yet, somehow, he always ended up at your doorstep. drunk and shameless, ready to collapse in your arms. and somehow, for one reason or the other. you always let him. 💟 on those hazy nights, woven over with a dark, quilted night sky, your fingers gently ran over his scalp, combing through his hair; your breathing syncing with his easygoing one. on those hazy nights, he'd hold onto you tighter as if threatening to crumble without your forbidden touches. and on those hazy nights, you could swear maybe you could figure out whatever the fuck it was that went through that head of his. 💟 but then the night would come to an abrupt halt and he would disappear back into his room as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. and just like that, you'd turn back into nothing more than a crew-mate yet again.

💟"go away" you yelled for the third time, ïm not opening the fucking door, shanks. go sleep drunk in your own room." but he was persistent, seemingly ready to knock for however long it took to tackle down your meek defenses. after the fifth knock, you opened the door. your eyes ridden with fury, lips curled into a bitter smile, you eyed his drunk form: the white shirt undone, teasing you with an unobstructed view of his taut abs. his eyes had a delicious low, droop to them and he gave you a lazy smile. you asked him a simple question, "what do you want now?" wordlessly, as he usually does, he tumbled into your room. he plopped down on the mattress with a muffled thud. "oh fuck no." you grimaced, "shanks, this isn't funny." he rested his head over his crossed arms, stifling a yawn,"im not trying to be funny. come sleep." "no." "awh come on, im tired darling. lets play these game when im sober." "you're never sober." "exactly." 💟you're not sure if it was the anger in your system or the desperate need to feel his warm skin under your feathery touches while he openly allowed you to. but you walked over to the edge of your bed, your fingers outstretched to hold the collar of his dress shit harshly and tug on it. his eyes abruptly widened, "hey?" "i said leave." hearing this, he sat up, as if feeling the weight of your words for the first time. his words were laced with confusion, "did i do something?" honestly, is he dumb?? your chest heaved, fingers grasping the soft linen even tighter, "no i think it's real neat how you waltz in every time you're drunk and done fucking around. and then you have the audacity to walk out and pretend it didn't happen." "huh?" the confused look morphed into a lazy smirk, "are you jealous?" "are you serious right now?" "if you want me to fuck around with you, just say the word." honestly, is he dumb???

💟 he sure did know how to get under your skin, tease you as if he knew his words were the venom your body reacted to. and you gave in. pulling him towards you, you pressed your lips against his, feeling the strong liquor that lingered on his lips. his hands found solace on your waist, tugging you to fall atop him. working against one another in perfect rhythm, he lightly bit your lower lip and you found your hips rutting against his thighs, trying to find some friction to ease the ache building up in you. you pulled apart, breathing hard as you took in his drunk, hazed form under you, "easy now, we can go slow. we have all the time in the world, don't we?" "fuck you." "that's what i'm doing, aren't i?" he propped up on his elbows, his hands firm against your waist as to manhandle you and put you under him. but you refused, "stay still." he laughed, "i thought i was the captain?" "and shut up." you whispered before pulling his face closer to yours yet again. your deft fingers tried to pull off his shirt and he happily obliged, wordlessly letting you strip him off the garment. your eyes briefly ran over his physique, relishing in the way his warm skin felt under your desperate touches. you ran your hand up and down his torso a couple of times before finally settling on his broad shoulders. a silent question lingered in the air he played with the hem of your tshirt, "how far do you wanna go tonight?" you responded by taking off your top in a swift motion, exposing yourself with slightly strained breath, "as far as we can." 💟his head laid comfortably against the headboard, thrown back as his fingers tugged at your hairstrands. he looked back down at your naked form before whining, "no more games, please." you flashed him a small smile as you placed kitten licks on his cock, moving your hands up and down with alternate paces. you sucked at the tip and he groaned in response, thrusting rashly in your mouth, "come on please." "aww, you think we're about to finish off so quick after you've teased me for so long?" you licked a strip from the base to the tip, hands fondling his balls, "don't be ridiculous, captain." everytime he felt as if his high was just a few pumps away and his body would tense under you, you changed the pace or stopped entirely. torturing him endlessly while still sending him fluttering eyelashes and lips glossed with his pre and your saliva. "darling." his voice trembled, eyeing you dangerously, "if you don't do this yourself, i'd fuck your face till you can't speak anymore okay?" "don't give me that attitude," sending him a daring smile, you whispered, "maybe you can finish off yourself then." he groaned as you restarted your ministrations, "please, jus-t let me cum."

💟he did look adorable pleading with you, you cannot lie. eyes clenched shut, gulping down hard everytime you stopped and started yet again. his face was flush, the colour on his dusted cheeks almost matching his hair in the pale moonlight. you let go of his cock with a pop. you probably looked like a mess too. your lips were swollen and drool dribbled down your chin onto your chest, "you wanna cum that bad?" snapping his hips into your mouth at the absence of the stimulation, he whined, "of-ofcourse i do." "on my face?" "wherever." he panted, "just p-please let me, darling" you tsked, hands still pumping his shaft up and down, "have some standards. you sound pathetic right now." 💟but maybe you've had too much fun. in his eyes, you could see tears pooling up and he tugged on your hair harder as you finally took him in your mouth again. going up and down on his cock, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him harder. teasing him again by changing the pressure every once in a while. but he had had enough too. because after a particularly harsh movement, his hips stuttered and he came in your mouth with a stifled moan. you gulped down the salty liquid and looking up at your captain, you saw him breathing heavily, mumbling "fuck." you batted your eyelashes up at him, "had fun?" he laughed, exertion on his face, "fuck you." "that's what i'm doing, aren't i?" 💟however childish he can get, shanks is a gentleman through and through. so allow him to repay the favour (hehe)

a/n: my first shanks smut guys please tell me i did him some justice please. more shanks will come guys i promise 😭😭

[orphicdreamers-wp]

25 To Life — Nico Hischier

Summary: In which it’s Nico’s first birthday since you became a couple.

Content Warning; Fluff, age gap(reader is 23, Nico is 25)

Pairing: Gf Reader & Nico Hischier

You had managed to convince your boyfriend to go out with Jack today, pretending you forgot about it being his birthday. Jack kept him busy long enough for you and your best friend to set up Nico’s apartment for his birthday celebration the two of you were going to have that night. Nico had decided months earlier that he didn’t want to do a party or anything outrageous. He suggested a simple dinner and a movie night with you.

So you obliged, sort of. It was the wedding planner in you that was itching to decorate, also the new girlfriend in you. So you ordered twenty-five red helium heart shaped balloons, twenty-five white helium heart shaped balloons and twenty-five silver heart shaped balloons. You bought all the ingredients to make a three layer strawberry birthday cake. You decided to keep the heart theme going and cut the cake into a heart shape. You ended up with the most beautiful cake you iced in white buttercream icing and drew small red hearts all over it in red buttercream and wrote happy birthday across the top of the cake.

You made the dinner you had made Nico for your third date, pot roast with vegetables you had grown in your garden. You had told your best friend to go as Nico had texted you that he was on his way home. You had just finished hanging the happy birthday banner when the door opened and Nico entered his apartment. He smiled at you as you grinned, “Happy birthday baby.” Nico pulled you into his lap as he sat down on the couch, “Thank you for being you. I love this.” You smiled up at him, “It’s not too much? I didn’t want you to think I’m obsessed with your birthday. If it’s too much I can get rid of the balloons and stuff.” Nico pressed a kiss against your lips to shut you up, “Shut up and let me kiss you. It is my birthday after all.”

You huffed out lightly as Nico continued to kiss you. You pulled away to catch your breath, “Happy 25th Birthday old man.” Nico laughed, “I can’t wait to call you an old lady on your 25th.” You stuck your tongue out at him as you went to check on the food. You almost missed his last remark, “And forever.” You froze, “What?” Nico’s face paled only to beat red as you grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, “You wanna be with me forever! Aww you big baby.” Nico grinned, “I would spend the rest of my life with you starting tomorrow. As long as you can still make a good pot roast.” You smacked him with the throw pillow beside him, “I love you. Happy birthday.”

[inuiiwonderland]

Twisted captivity

Chapter 1

Twst third years x fem reader

A/n: here is the first chapter of my new series “twisted captivity” !! Again this is a yandere series so it will have some dark themes! Also, the first couple chapters will be more on the short side since It has been a while since I wrote anything and also because of my major writers block and motivation for writing. So I’m taking baby steps rn lol. But I genuinely wanna write this since it’s been on my mind for MONTHS! So enough about my rambling I really hope you guys enjoy this!

Words:766

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You walked down the long hallway as Crowley explained to you the rules and things you would be in charge of.

“Since your father told me you’re a researcher, you will be in charge of writing down every detail and interaction you have with the mers and also help us understand more about them and their biology!”

You simply nodded, still not believing that he has REAL mermaids and mermen’s in his care.

“You will also be in charge of feeding them, cleaning and taking care of their tanks! Though do be careful, some of them can be very wary and may attack when they feel threatened!”

“Ah that’s…good to know”

“Great! Now it’s time for you to come meet them so follow me” You followed him as he led you down a long hallway before walking through a double door which led you to a giant lab. In there you can see a big window as people rush in all sorts of directions.

“This is our lab! Here we run all our experiments and test” Your eyes grow wide as you see a couple of people roll in a big cart with an equally large tank which has a mermaid inside.

The poor thing was thrashing around in the tank as she clawed on the glass. The tank must have been made with really strong glass since it didn’t crack or break by how hard the poor thing was banging on it. The cart was rolled to another room, which you did NOT want to know about.

“Don’t worry she’ll be fine”

Something tells you she wouldn’t….

“Come follow me! I’ll show you the less aggressive ones first”

Okay now you were slowly starting to regret this

Maybe you should’ve stayed home and made yourself a good meal as you watched your favorite show. But no, you decided to show up instead.

What if this is all illegal? What if the government or whoever doesn’t even know such a thing exists?! Or maybe Crowley is working for the government?!

As you begin to panic, you accidentally bump into said man as he comes to a stop.

“Sor-“

“We’re here!” You step aside and you stare in awe as you are met with a beautiful sight.

The place looked absolutely gorgeous. It definitely didn’t look like it belonged in a research facility.

The place had a huge waterfall along with some beautiful trees and huge rocks and caves. You noticed a bridge in the center of it all and it had beautiful long vines surrounding it.

This definitely looked like it came from a fairy tale

“Welcome to the heartslabyul enclosure!” He says with a big smile.

“This place is so…”

“Amazing right? I’m glad you think so because I spent millions on this place!”

“Hey Crowley!” You both turned around to see a man with black and white hair. The man looked annoyed as he glared down at Crowley.

“Ah! Crewel! Nice seeing you here today, say why are you here?” The man scowled.

“I work here you idiot”

“Hey now that’s not a good way to talk to your boss! I have a new worker here with me and you can’t make it seem like calling me an idiot is okay!” Crowley says as crewel turns to look at you.

“You should still run while you have the chance” He says which causes Crowley to gasp.

You just awkwardly laugh as crewel and Crowley continue to bicker back and forth. You step away from the two as you decide to explore the area a bit more.

You walk down the bridge and to a small path that leads you to another beautiful part of the area. As you continued exploring, you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that peeked from under one of the lily pads.

Red eyes followed you as you continued to walk down the path.

Weird….never seen her around before

He watches you like a hawk before quickly ducking down as you turn around.

You eye the water curiously

“Weird….could’ve sworn I heard something” As you were about to walk a little closer towards the water, the sound of your name being called made you stop. You look up to see Crowley waving at you from the bridge.

“Come! I have more things to discuss with you in my office!” You just nodded but before you left, you looked back at the water one last time before walking away and to where crowley was.

As you leave, the boy slowly comes back up with curious eyes.

She looks nice….

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Again sorry for such a short chapter😓 but as I said, baby steps!

Taglist: @ruisann @roseapov @0ffth3rec0rd @anunholyabomination

Ask if you wanna be put on the taglist!

Also! Reader will have more like a mother/older sister relationship with the 1st and 2nd years! I will explain more as the story goes:)

[sanflawoah]

Black Myth: Wukong ramblings because I'M GOING INSANE.

FOUR YEARS. I. DID. MY. WAITING. WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO EXPRESS MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS GAME.

(Lengthy words and massive spoilers below!)

First minutes into the game I was all chill expecting the opening to be a long prologue cutscene about JTTW, explaining core things you need to understand, a helpful guide for those unfamiliar with the lore beforehand. But NOOOOO....we jump straight ahead fighting ERLANG SHEN AND THE FOUR HEAVENLY KINGS. We're WIDE AWAKE.

About gameplay, the devs stated repeatedly that it's not a souls-like game, and more like a God of War ish. Yet so many still questions whether it's a souls-like and then went into the game just to say "meh not souls-like". Amazing density of head.

I really don't demand much for whatever mechanic they serve, I'm really just here for the monkey smash experience and the childhood nostalgia and the fresh aesthetics.

The character design?? The environment?? The architecture?? The statues?? Soooo beautiful oh my god you really need to stop and admire these things (when you don't have a boss shredding you) up close. Look up their inspirations and concept arts, some statues and buildings exist in real life and it's really mind boggling how they incorporate it into the story. The part where you fight with Yellowbrow at Thunderclap temple, what a creative choice, the idea of "miniature fight" on the temple altar. I'm farming so many screenshots for art references. 10/10 visuals, graphics will definitely fry your PC.

Again with the character designs. I'm really loving the absurd looking bosses one, really fresh take. Then to the celestials and yaoguais, I just..... OH they're ALL hella gorgeous. I've seen some people going "WOULD" towards Wukong or The Destined One and I don't blame you. I've had my fair share of neuron activation moment.

Erlang yoo, I was stunned at first with the way they present his personality during the opening, but turns out we got the reason for it near the ending :"(((. He was helping us all along ughsjsjsjsksdsd. Also, they know EXACTLY what they're doing by casting Andrew Koji as the english VA.

White Clad Noble? Half snake man hissing at you to get off his lawn. I feel kinda bad for him lmao, dude was just minding his business and we go monkey smash all over his place.

Keeper of Flaming Mountain? Neat hat and cool makeup bro, awesome yin yang palette and battle area design. BANGER THEME I'll get to it.

The Third Prince in Pagoda realm prison, why does he looks so good, you encounter this guy in his cell just suffering, and somehow he's still serving looks.

The girlies damn, the spider sisters are gorgeous, and YES even madam violet spider, come look at spider granny serving fashion and arachnophobia.

At first I was scared that they're going to sexualise the hell out of the spider sisters or any of the female characters, since the book itself tells their trait as luring men with their beauty (to be eaten though). But actually?? They're a lot tamer than I expected? I mentally prepared myself for the worst, like racy sexualised outfit and personality, but turns out they're all very normal. Like how you would see Tang dynasty inspired ladies. I braced for GTA or cyberpunk-like explicitness but thank god it's not the case, not at all.

Rakshasi and Pingping having the relatively "sexy" look, but then both of them had a moment where they're not actually their real selves, but rather a transformation of Zhu Bajie and Red Boy LMAO. Funny boner killer.

Talk about this boi, our Destined One. To be honest I was kinda disappointed when I found out he doesn't speak at all. Banters, insults, cackles, anything you would expect a Wukong-like personality, he doesn't have it.

I tried to think of a reason, and I think the dev's choice of making The Destined One silent kinda has a root to it. Our MC is NOT the Wukong himself, we are literally just some monke, and we're tasked to gather the six relics Wukong had scattered by retracing his journey. Also, I think it's a funny thought that probably it's just their personality difference, Wukong the loud, Destined One the quiet. Wukong sometimes does chaos for shits and giggles, our Destined One does chaos because we have to.

My theory: our Destined One is just non-verbal! Zhu Bajie even acknowledged it. When we first met him after defeating Kang-Jin Loong, he bantered "A furry coat and a pinched face, luck's all you've got", and he looked confused when we don't say anything back because Wukong would've returned the favour, "Great, another mute. Let's not dally". So the game actually acknowledges it, it's not like they intentionally muted us and have the NPCs acting as if we talk back to them all the time.

Non-verbal and asexual coded? I'll take it.

THE ANIMATED CUTSCENES??? OH MY GODDD. Impossible to put ALL the epic frames here. I really don't expect this from a game at all, real time cutscenes are great, but a WHOLE 2D AND STOP MOTION ANIMATED SCENE?? No wonder the full development took SIX years. You could pause the scenes at any frame and it's worthy of analysis.

The stop motion one really surprised me, how are they that dedicated. The plot as well, it started out romantic and escalated into HORROR real quick. Batshit insane, love it.

For many players, the animated cutscenes may be confusing on the first watch. So many references to JTTW, metaphors, mix of Chinese Taoism and Buddhism. I personally encourage people to look around in forums for explanations, plenty of the Chinese words are untranslatable into English, but it's all so worth the knowledge.

Enjoying the JTTW shows and contents as a child is all about the fun and giggles, understanding the lesson of it all as an adult hits me like bricks, especially with the way they're adapted in this game.

I CRIED?? A LOT??? Of all characters I could cry for, ZHU BAJIE?? Man is literally a nasty pervert in the book, living to the pig form indeed, but in this game he's a bit better. Sure he's still his natural pervert self, but since the game took place after JTTW, he surely had some character development. His animated love story cutscene, loorddd they have no business making it so full of freshly diced onions.

Love how each character in animations have different styles. Erlang's design in particular are different in each scenes. Most of the time he has dark hair, in others he has white hair and different armor, same goes for Wukong's design. I'd imagine the devs struggled to choose for one consistent design and decided to just fuck it and put them all in lmao.

And then THE SOUNDTRACKS, THE SOUNDTRACKS YALL. Love love love it when they incorporate buddhist prayer chants flawlessly into the soundrack. The soundtrack during the chapter one ending animation caught my attention with it, I asked around what mantra is it and they say it's probably Cundi Dharani? Please correct me if I'm wrong. The track is called "I See" in the official playlist. The lyrics too, my god, the way they narate the animations.

During the fight with Keeper of Flaming Mountains, IS THE SOUNDTRACK A RENDITION OF "FISHERMAN'S SONG AT DUSK"? IS IT? Losing my mind because it's my favourite chinese traditional piece. Half expected him to pull out a guzheng and blast me with phantom blade from the strings, IYKYK.

And of course, a new rendition of the classic JTTW theme. This will be my neighbour's favourite music for a while.

Some tidbits I like, apparently if you're idle for a while and Zhu Bajie is with you, sometimes he'll start to talk about past stories or lectures you. If you push him around for a few times he'll get annoyed, if you keep pushing him then he'll struck you with his rake lmaoooo. Perhaps we weren't so different from Wukong after all.

Another insane stuff is the headless singing guy. GoW has a talking disembodied head, now BMW has a HEADLESS singing man, literally a reverse Mimir.

The rematch with The Four Heavenly Kings YOOOOO I love their design so much. They look like statues from temples jumping straight to life. The stances! Throwing hands with them is the true Monke of War experience. The East King with his Pipa literally playing the background music, excellent touch.

This has been an insane scroll of yappings, I'll stop here (for now) and take a moment to touch grass. If you've been reading ALL THE WAY to this line, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to harm your braincells.

[carolmunson]

in a dark, dark room (kas!eddie) (dark)

inspo from this audio by eyesofsuggestion on reddit.

your boyfriend isn't as he seems. looks like someone else is along for the ride in his earthly vessel, someone you've never met but whose been dying to meet you. tw: 21+ and especially minors dni. this dark fic features dub-con and is not recommended reading for those who are sensitve to dub-con and non-con themes in fanfiction. this fic features: dub-con, blood play, blood drinking, rough p in v sex, choking, name calling, taunting, mocking, light smacking. pretty blatant monster fucking. read at your own risk.

there is just so much blood.

you lay there, limp, feeling the sheets soak beneath you slowly. warm and thick, staining the floral pattern fabric, turning white roses red with little mercy. he leans down a second time, gasping with need, long tongue sliding over the puncture wounds in your jugular before sinking in again. you cry out, pushing at him desperately, making him growl with frustration when his hands come to hold you down by the bends in your arm. talons that have grown sharp and long bite into your skin with the same sting as his teeth.

"please stop," you choke out, haze gathering at the edges of your vision. you feel the rush of blood pull from your neck while he keeps drinking, breaking away to nose at your jaw and cheek. "please stop," he taunts back, tongue laving over you again, "can't stop, sweetheart. not when you taste so good." you try to brace yourself for his third bite down but it doesn't come. his lower lip drags over your skin, slick with slimy drool while his mouth becomes accustomed to the long fangs growing over his lower gums. he takes a sharp inhale, taking another break from his fill, pushing up on his arms where they hold you at the elbows. he smirks down at you, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight pouring into your room. this was not the eddie you were used to. sweet and mild mannered, always letting you take the lead. he bought you flowers on your second date and dinner on your third. soft and gentle in everything he did, warm to the touch. forehead kisses before bed. desperate for you. but not like this. "what's that face for, huh?" he asks, voice a deep husk, vibrating with something else -- something darker, "scared'a me?"

you nod with a whimper, weak with blood loss. you can feel your hot tears leak down into your hairline, over your ears. "m'gonna die ed," you croak out. "hmm," he hums with a tut, shrugging, "maybe. but you'll be alive for what's next." "well, barely," he smiles, teeth gleaming with blood and spit. he lets go of your arms when he knows you can move them, gouges left in their wake when he does. you aren't sure if there's any more blood left to let out. he shifts above you, pulling you to the edge of the bed when he stands over your broken form. what happened? you think. he'd come over like he always had. you made dinner together, watched creepshow, he complained about work, he told you about a show he had coming up. when you went upstairs tonight it wasn't uncommon for you both to fool around. you're used to him clinging to you, holding you, burying his face in your neck. it was when you heard the rattle of his breath and the flap of leathery wings that your eyes flew open to this -- to some monster.

you look at him now as he towers above you. the puncture in your neck pulses, the scratches on your body sting from when he pulled you down and held you in place when you tried to run away. gripping and grabbing to keep you under him until you succumbed, teeth sinking deep into you. "you miss him, huh?" he asks, the blue of his veins showing up under his tattoos in a maze. he parts your thighs, looking down at your naked core hungrily. his dark eyes flick up, catching yours, "you can't lie, i can hear you in there."

you nod again and it aches, stretching the holes over your veins. "aww, poor thing," he pouts, a finger reaching out to trace along your inner thigh. you shiver at the touch, cold and biting, "he misses you, too."

"who are you?" "i'm who he really is, honey," he coos, "your boy's just a cover. you think he came out of that accident without some screws loose?" you whimper when he touches the seam of your thigh, "at least he picks 'em pretty for me." you look down at your body, splashed with your blood and a sheen of sweat.

"if it makes it easier for your dumb little head to understand," he starts, taloned hand reaching out to smack lightly against your cheek, "let's just say i hitched a ride when he got out of hell."

"and baby," he says, suave and sure, "i've been so patient with wanting to get a taste of you. he's been putting up such a fight trying to keep me away."

you fade in and out, feeling him take your thighs in each of his hands to pull your flush to him. they run up over your hips, sliding over the stickiness on your skin.

"whining about how i eat girls like you for breakfast," he snickers and takes a beat, "actually -- he's not wrong. i do do that."

"but you've been on my mind, sweetheart," he nods, letting go with one hand while he reaches for his cock. your mind races when you see it, thicker than the one you're used to -- monstrous almost, "been really needing a toy to play with on this side."

"and you're just so easy, huh?" he says, brows tilting while he mocks you, "he'd do anything for you. can you do this for him? he knows just how you like it -- i can do that, too."

"eddie--" you rasp, arm weakly reaching up to push his hand away while a fingertip drags through your folds.

"please baby, call me kas," he grins with a smarmy flair, "eddie's my host's name."

"what is it, hm?" he asks, catching your gaze in his, "you don't want it?"

you shake your head no, eyes snapping shut when he drags two claws lightly over your cheek, over the tendon in your neck that he hadn't bitten through. they follow down over your collar bone, down your chest, your rib cage, the touch making your back arch up to him when he applies just enough pressure to make it sting.

his giggle is dark and deep seated in his chest, "i can see what you're thinking. you don't wanna like it -- but it looks like you're just beggin' for it, aren't you?"

his hand grips your hip, the tip of his cock sliding from the top of your slit to the bottom with steady guidance. he slides it again against the slick while it builds, body betraying you while arousal overtakes your fear. in the haze it could still be him, it could still be eddie.

"hm, he likes it when you're on top, doesn't he?" kas laughs haughtily, "loves looking up at you. what's he call you, again? oh that's right -- his goddess, his angel." "that's not how it's gonna go tonight, though, is it?" he asks, fat tip of his cock pushing in between your thighs, "no, you're gonna be my pretty whore. gonna be a good 'n' weak, needy toy for me."

"right?"

tears prick your eyes at the stretch of just his tip, unsure of how the rest of him will fit without ripping you apart. his hands come to your thighs, pushing them up against your sticky chest. you nod slowly, the rest of your body on fire with pain from his previous assault.

"m'gonna split you open," he nods, pushing in slowly while your walls stretch to accomodate him. your back arches with whatever strength you have left, whines and whimpers pouring out of your mouth. his claw sink into the fat of your thighs, blood pooling from the divots and dripping down over the meat of your ass.

"hmm," he hums while he pushes in to the base, "he loves this pussy. i can see why."

kas's thrusts start slow, claws digging into your skin with each slick squelch deep inside you. he leans forward, wings spreading behind him while he picks up a steady speed. his gaze is certain, tawny circles around his eyes making it seem like they're deeper set. he touch his cold, skin chilling you while he presses himself along your body.

"oh he let's you choke him out, huh?" he snickers, eddie's memories flicking through his mind like a rolodex, "he let's you tell him what to do? that's cute."

kas's clawed hand reaches up to curl around your throat, thumb narrowly missing the puncture wounds he left behind. with new leverage his pace quickens, "we're gonna fix that about you."

"you're gonna be," he begins, cock unforgiving in it's relentless punches in and out of you, "my pretty little courtesan -- hmm fuck -- you're gonna do what i say, when i say it. sounds nice, doesn't it?"

you whine, reaching for his wrist, weakly pawing at it before it lays limply by your side. 

"c'mon -- you don't wanna think anymore, do you?" he coos, "just wanna -- shit, yes -- wanna lay there and be my plaything." he readjusts, pushing one leg up so your knee hooks over his shoulder. the angle hits something in you that makes you desperate for more, a whiny moan pouring from your mouth. "oh there she is," he grins, "yeah, that's what you wanna hear huh? locked up and away so i can have you whenever. use you -- breed you." a needy moan escapes again, your body twitching alive while he pumps into you. your hips roll while he does, energy creeping into your veins, warming your skin. you're not sure how, not with all the blood you've lost -- but if this is what it costs to survive, you'd let him use you like this all night. "oh you nasty fucking bitch," he laughs, breaths huffing against your cheek, "dirty fucking girl, letting me all the way in. that’s what you want, huh? to get pumped full’a me? be a blood machine – hm?" "mmm ed, please more," you rasp out, needy for him to go deeper, harder. his grip tightens over your throat, your tongue lolling out in need for more air, "what's my name?" you choke out something inaudible, haze sliding over your vision again while he glares down at you. the pressure increases, blood leaking out from your jugular while he shoves you into the mattress. "huh?! what's my name?" "k-kas," you push out when he loosens his grip. 

"much better, sweetheart," he hums, "much better." he keeps you pinned down tight, cock drilling you into the sticky sheets. his hand creeps from your throat to the back of your head, ripping at your hair to pull you back so you'll face him. he doesn't blink, hard eyes staying on yours while he pummels into you without any signs of relent. he growls and grunts with each roll of your hips to meet his thrusts, almost proud that you're chasing your own pleasure while he takes his. his hard gaze falters when you reach up to run your fingers over his face. the touch is feather light, tracing the edge of his brow bone to the side of his cheek. you know eddie's still in there, you know this is partly him. kas's gaze softens for a moment and you swear eddie is looking back at you. you lean in, aching for a kiss, for something gentle amongst the horrific night you've had so far. "oh no, baby," he whispers, forehead pressing to yours. his ragged breaths mix with the wet squelches of him fucking into you, now as easy as if you've always taken him -- like you're used to his size.

"i don't kiss my toys," he hums, "that’s only for real mates." "and to be honest, sweetheart -- you're too pathetic for that."

your nearly pouty face is delicious to him, the hurt flashing through your mind feeds him as much as your blood has. he ducks down again to lick the dribble from your wounds, his wet tongue slippery over the sweat collecting there while he hovers over you. how can such a cold body make you so warm? "but you're so special to him," he gravels in your ear, "he loves you, doesn't he?"

"y-yeah," you whimper out. "well," he purrs, "that's too bad."

his speed quickens and your breath hitches, his body bends and contorts in a way that's nearly inhuman, fucking deeper and deeper into you with each painful snap of his hips. "you're all mine now," he growls, arm hooking under your waist to lift you up part way. your bottom half floats off the bed with his strength beneath you, so numb with pleasure you can't feel the way his claws dig into you again. you can't feel this teeth sink into your calf while he grinds into you, barely pulling out just to push in again. "m'yours," you squeak out, "m'yours, m'yours, m'yours -- oh god -- fuck, ohmygod fuck -- kas -- KAS." with a sudden burst of energy you reach up while the peak of your orgasm hits like a freight train, tightening hard over his cock. our nails dig into the cold skin of his forearms, over his tattoos, dragging down hard and tight. he sputters and smirks at the stingy pain of your clawing at him, the feeling spurring him on as he fucks you through your writhing release. "just like that," he huffs, droplets of blood flicking from his tongue onto your chest and sternum. his leathery wings tuck in to rest like hooks out of his shoulder baldes while he cages you in against the bed, eyes shut in concentration while he pumps in again, and again. with a final rough tug of your hair you hear and feel his guttural release. the only warmth from him being the sticky seed that he spills inside of you, cold mouth clamping down again on your neck for a final taste before his release comes to a close. you're back to laying limp on the bed. spent. he looks over you, growls and grumbles in his breath, clicking and seething -- this must be his natural state. "well weren't you fun," he grins, sick but sweet, "i'll have to try you again." you whimper, unable to move this time, to think, to breathe. "but i think i you taste better a little scared," he nods, "gotta make sure you forget this so you can struggle like you did tonight. that's -- oh sweetheart, it's just delicious." when your eyes meet his again you can't look away, not that you'd want to -- he's beautiful like this. hair long and brushing his built shoulders, skin so pale it's nearly blue, eyes dark and glittering with angry satisfaction. eddie who? you think. "adorable," he says smugly when he hears it in his head, "don't worry, i'll let that pathetic weakling have you back. he's miserable in here right now." you don't know if it's hyponosis or the exhaustion from losing so much of your blood supply, but sleep comes quickly -- fading out while he holds your gaze, words you don't understand filling your ears and thoughts -- latin maybe? you couldn't guess. you're just so comfortable. so tired. and the bed is so soft, so warm. you have to sleep, right? you've been asleep this whole time.

you wake up in the morning feeling tired, mouth dry and tangy. your joints ache, your stomach rumbles. you look over on your nightstand to two empty bottles of wine, two empty glasses next to them. when you sit up you look down, seeing that half of one of those bottles never made it to your lips -- your stained sheets shine back a purple red in your eyes. with a groan you turn over, sinking back into the covers, feeling the warm body of your boyfriend next to you. his dark curly hair pulled up in a ponytail, splayed across the pillow. the night is hazy: dinner, creepshow, wine, kissing. when you both got upstairs you were tipsy -- you vaguely remember the spill of the wine, the drunk giggles, the way his mouth tasted like aged cabernet. both falling asleep before you could take it any further. he stirs next to you, smiling when he sees you with a rub of his eyes. "morning, angel," he says in a yawn. "morning," you sigh, running a hand over your neck to rub at the muscles there -- aching and tense. "you okay?" he asks, turning over to face you, two fingers tracing over your cheek. "yeah just -- i think i slept weird," you shrug, "i'm definitely hung over." eddie laughs, "me too."

"we didn't -- we didn't fool around last night, right?" you ask, "we both knocked out pretty early." "i remember spilling the wine and then both of us saying we'd deal with it in the morning," he sniffs before stretching out, "and then i think i fell asleep in the wine stain." you giggle, feeling his arms wrap around you. warm body against yours, he kisses you soft on the forehead, "you look pretty." "thank you," your sleepy smile makes him smile back. "you know what i'm in the mood for?" he asks, "such a weird craving but they knock a hangover right out of me." "hm?" "a bloody mary," he says with raised brows, like he's surprised with himself, "i think i got some stuff downstairs to make them." "i'm not really into bloody mary's," you say with a scrunched nose. he offers you another kiss on the forehead before slowly climing out of bed. he shrugs looking down at you, pulling on his abandoned pair of boxers from yesterday, "hm, suit yourself. more for me then." when he snaps the band at his hips, you notice it. even sets of scrapes down his forearms toward his watch, your brow quirks, "hey, what happened to your arm?"

he looks down, and at first you think you catch a flicker of a smile before it turns into a confused frown, "weird...i don't know, sweetheart." he looks at both arms all the way around before turning to look at you, almost coolly, "maybe we did fool around."

[thunderboltfire]

I have a lot of complicated feelings when it comes to what Neflix has done with the Witcher, but my probably least favourite is the line of argumentation that originated during shitstorms related to the first and second season that I was unlucky to witness.

It boils down to "Netflix's reinterpretation and vision is valid, because the Witcher books are not written to be slavic. The overwhelming Slavic aestetic is CDPR's interpretation, and the setting in the original books is universally European, as there are references to Arthurian mythos and celtic languages" And I'm not sure where this argument originated and whether it's parroting Sapkowski's own words or a common stance of people who haven't considered the underlying themes of the books series. Because while it's true that there are a lot of western european influences in the Witcher, it's still Central/Eastern European to the bone, and at its core, the lack of understanding of this topic is what makes the Netflix series inauthentic in my eyes.

The slavicness of the Witcher goes deeper than the aestetics, mannerisms, vodka and sour cucumbers. Deeper than Zoltan wrapping his sword with leopard pelt, like he was a hussar. Deeper than the Redanian queen Hedvig and her white eagle on the red field.

What Witcher is actually about? It's a story about destiny, sure. It's a sword-and-sorcery style, antiheroic deconstruction of a fairy tale, too, and it's a weird mix of many culture's influences.

But it's also a story about mundane evil and mundane good. If You think about most dark, gritty problems the world of Witcher faces, it's xenophobia and discrimination, insularism and superstition. Deep-seated fear of the unknown, the powerlessness of common people in the face of danger, war, poverty and hunger. It's what makes people spit over their left shoulder when they see a witcher, it's what makes them distrust their neighbor, clinging to anything they deem safe and known. It's their misfortune and pent-up anger that make them seek scapegoats and be mindlessly, mundanely cruel to the ones weaker than themselves.

There are of course evil wizards, complicated conspiracies and crowned heads, yes. But much of the destruction and depravity is rooted in everyday mundane cycle of violence and misery. The worst monsters in the series are not those killed with a silver sword, but with steel. it's hard to explain but it's the same sort of motiveless, mundane evil that still persist in our poorer regions, born out of generations-long poverty and misery. The behaviour of peasants in Witcher, and the distrust towards authority including kings and monarchs didn't come from nowhere.

On the other hand, among those same, desperately poor people, there is always someone who will share their meal with a traveller, who will risk their safety pulling a wounded stranger off the road into safety. Inconditional kindness among inconditional hate. Most of Geralt's friends try to be decent people in the horrible world. This sort of contrasting mentalities in the recently war-ridden world is intimately familiar to Eastern and Cetral Europe.

But it doesn't end here. Nilfgaard is also a uniquely Central/Eastern European threat. It's a combination of the Third Reich in its aestetics and its sense of superiority and the Stalinist USSR with its personality cult, vast territory and huge army, and as such it's instantly recognisable by anybody whose country was unlucky enough to be caught in-between those two forces. Nilfgaard implements total war and looks upon the northerners with contempt, conscripts the conquered people forcibly, denying them the right of their own identity. It may seem familiar and relevant to many opressed people, but it's in its essence the processing of the trauma of the WW2 and subsequent occupation.

My favourite case are the nonhumans, because their treatment is in a sense a reminder of our worst traits and the worst sins in our history - the regional antisemitism and/or xenophobia, violence, local pogroms. But at the very same time, the dilemma of Scoia'Tael, their impossible choice between maintaining their identity, a small semblance of freedom and their survival, them hiding in the forests, even the fact that they are generally deemed bandits, it all touches the very traumatic parts of specifically Polish history, such as January Uprising, Warsaw Uprising, Ghetto Uprising, the underground resistance in WW2 and the subsequent complicated problem of the Cursed Soldiers all at once. They are the 'other' to the general population, but their underlying struggle is also intimately known to us.

The slavic monsters are an aestetic choice, yes, but I think they are also a reflection of our local, private sins. These are our own, insular boogeymen, fears made flesh. They reproduce due to horrors of the war or they are an unprovoked misfortune that descends from nowhere and whose appearance amplifies the local injustices.

I'm not talking about many, many tiny references that exist in the books, these are just the most blatant examples that come to mind. Anyway, the thing is, whether Sapkowski has intended it or not, Witcher is slavic and it's Polish because it contains social commentary. Many aspects of its worldbuilding reflect our traumas and our national sins. It's not exclusively Polish in its influences and philosophical motifs of course, but it's obvious it doesn't exist in a vacuum.

And it seems to me that the inherently Eastern European aspects of Witcher are what was immediately rewritten in the series. It seems to me that the subtler underlying conflicts were reshaped to be centered around servitude, class and gender disparity, and Nilfgaard is more of a fanatic terrorist state than an imposing, totalitarian empire. A lot of complexity seems to be abandoned in lieu of usual high-fantasy wordbuilding. It's especially weird to me because it was completely unnecessary. The Witcher books didn't need to be adjusted to speak about relevant problems - they already did it! The problem of acceptance and discrimination is a very prevalent theme throughout the story! They are many strong female characters too, and they are well written. Honestly I don't know if I should find it insulting towards their viewers that they thought it won't be understood as it was and has to be somehow reshaped to fit the american perpective, because the current problems are very much discussed in there and Sapkowski is not subtle in showing that genocide and discrimination is evil. Heck, anyone who has read the ending knows how tragic it makes the whole story.

It also seems quite disrespectful, because they've basically taken a well-established piece of our domestic literature and popular culture and decided that the social commentary in it is not relevant. It is as if all it referenced was just not important enough and they decided to use it as an opportunity to talk about the problems they consider important. And don't get me wrong, I'm not forcing anyone to write about Central European problems and traumas, I'm just confused that they've taken the piece of art already containing such a perspective on the popular and relevant problem and they just... disregarded it, because it wasn't their exact perspective on said problem.

And I think this homogenisation, maybe even from a certain point of view you could say it's worldview sanitisation is a problem, because it's really ironic, isn't it? To talk about inclusivity in a story which among other problems is about being different, and in the same time to get rid of motifs, themes and references because they are foreign? Because if something presents a different perspective it suddenly is less desirable?

There was a lot of talking about the showrunners travelling to Poland to understand the Witcher's slavic spirit and how to convey it. I don't think they really meant it beyond the most superficial, paper-thin facade.

[just-aake]

Marry Me?

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary:  You "teasingly" ask Natasha to marry you at different times even though you two are not together.

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of sexual themes

Words: 919

a/n: first time writing and posting something like this

“Marry me?”

Natasha quirks her eyebrows unamusedly as she pins your body to the training mat for the third time in a row.

Not the best moment for such a proposal you have to admit. You were drenched in sweat and completely out of breath. Your whole body was screaming in pain with areas that you know will definitely feel sore later on. 

Meanwhile, above you, Natasha still looks as composed as when you both started the training session. With her red hair tied back, letting you see her green eyes, always focused and confident, and a slight sheen of sweat on her face, giving you a small satisfaction that you actually gave her a challenge.

You let out a breath in awe as you stare up at her.

She’s so beautiful.

Her lips curl into a small smirk as she moves away, standing up again. Her hand stretches out towards you.

“Sure…if you ever land a hit.”

You groan as she pulls you up for another round.

Within minutes, you are thrown back to the ground with your breath knocked out of you again. You wave your hand in surrender as you lay flat, your body unwilling to move anymore.

“I think I’m done,” you breathe out, staring at the white tile ceiling above.

Turning your head to look at her, you watch as Natasha walks to the other side of the room, collecting her things. She takes a drink from her water bottle, and you can’t help but be captivated by the sight.

“Better luck next time,” Natasha calls out as she exits the training room.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“Marry me?” you moan as you take another bite of the dish Natasha made for dinner at the Avengers Compound.

Natasha rolls her eyes as she hands you a napkin to wipe your mouth.

Around the table, the other members are amused by your comment. 

Tony laughs and wriggles his brows at Natasha and you, teasing, “Oh, when’s the wedding?”

Meanwhile, Thor looks between you and Natasha in confusion, “I was not aware Y/N and Natasha were in a relationship.”

His comment makes Tony laugh harder which earns him a hard kick from the red hair avenger, knocking him off his chair and to the ground.

“We’re not. She’s just playing around. Right, Y/n?” Natasha looks at you, brows raised, expecting you to back her up like you always do.

You give her your most convincing smile, hiding your feelings perfectly.

“Right”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“Marry me?” you murmur against her lips as she brings you in for another deep kiss.

Natasha has you pressed against your bedroom door, her body pinning you in place. You moan against her mouth when you feel her tongue enter yours, deepening the kiss.

Before you realize it, she maneuvered you through your room, and your back hits your bed as she moves on top of you.

Never once breaking any contact. Natasha’s hands are all over you, removing all of your clothing and leaving a warmth and fire everywhere she touches.

And when her hand moves down your body and between your legs, your previous words are forgotten by both of you as you scream her name in pleasure. 

Later that night, you fall asleep with her body wrapped around yours, her arms around your waist holding you tightly against her chest.

In the morning, you wake up alone.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“Marry me?” you cough out, feeling your blood drip down the side of your mouth. You feel the pressure of her hands press down harder against your wounded stomach at your words.

Natasha doesn’t look at you. Her eyes focused on keeping your blood in your body as she yells into the comms.

“Steve, Y/n needs help! Now!” 

You can still hear shooting from the battle outside.

You’re positive the rest of the team’s having a tough time breaking through, especially to get to your position.

Your body feels weak and in pain. It reminds you of that day in the training room with Natasha. The memory reminds you of Natasha’s words.

With your remaining strength and a lot of effort, you slowly raise your hand and let it fall against her hands in a light slap.

She finally looks at you at the contact. Her usual red hair is matted gray with dust and dirt from the battle. Her green eyes now shining with unshed tears and her face is pinched with worry as she looks at you. 

She’s still the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

You give her a small smile as you whisper, “I landed a hit…”

Your eyes slowly close with your vision fading to darkness as you see her face change to panic. The last thing you remember is the feeling of warmth of her hand on yours and the sound of your name from her lips.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“Y/n…,” Natasha’s words echo softly in the room. The sound of your slow heartbeat monitor beeps in response.

She’s sitting next to your bed, clasping your hand in hers as she watches the small rise and fall of your chest, reassuring her that you were okay.

You were still alive.

The doctors say they are not sure when you will regain consciousness, but it didn’t matter.

Natasha was not going to leave your side. Not until you wake up and give her an answer.

Natasha brings your hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there, before whispering against your skin, “Marry me…?”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: thank you for reading! Side Story : Love in Red

Part 2

[waklman]

Pool Rules

summary: you get yourself into trouble trying to surprise your boyfriend during swim practice.

pairing: bob floyd x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n. fluff, like one suggestive joke. 18+ blog in general.

olympic swimmer au

the last lap masterlist.

“Floyd, security detained your girl again,” Jake flatly announces, stalking into the locker-room with his very own girlfriend in tow, leading her inside with their hands entwined.

“Again?” Bob pivots on his damp feet, zipping up his arena jacket back up out of courtesy. 

Really, it should alarm him more that you’ve been snagged by pool staff, but this was the third time it’s happened, this week.

“It was so mean!” Jake’s girlfriend chimes in, microfiber towel thrown over her head. Not bothered enough to ask if Bob’s decent, she rips the cotton draped over her eyes and Jake grits, wrestling to get it back on. “They just—they grabbed her thinking she’s some random fan that snuck in! Isn’t that horrible?”

“Would you just—get out of here Floyd.” Jake redirects the scolding to his teammate, still fighting against his girlfriend as she erupts into a bout of giggles at Jake’s struggle to keep the towel in place. 

Understanding that Jake’s frustration isn’t fully targeted towards him, Bob nods and steers his body towards the exit, leaving his pile of dry clothes behind on the bench.

Assuming you’ve been stuck into that detainment room, Bob makes his way up there, swim tights still dripping wet.

Nearing you in his climb up the stairs, he sighs remorsefully, turning the corner. They probably stuck you in the grubby plastic chair that you swore flattened out your butt. And despite his tireless efforts to convince you otherwise, you were fully set on the fact that your rear quite literally sunk.

With a gentle knock to the door, the athlete cuts through his own stream of thoughts. And in getting no answer to the polite gesture, Bob pauses, waiting out a few more seconds before cautiously letting himself inside.

He’s not the least bit surprised to find you sitting in that very chair you hated so much, pouty face painted in streaky lines of red white and blue. As usual, you look like you’re ready to cheer on the U.S team at any given moment. 

Wordlessly coming to a stop in front of you, Bob lets you stain his white nylon jacket with your patriotic face paint as you slump forward, landing flat on his stomach. In all fairness, his bare legs do wet the front of your shirt in return, but it doesn’t seem like you care all that much when you whine and curl your hands behind his thighs to pull him closer.

“Hi there, pretty girl,” he looks down at you, his shriveled hand petting the back of your head. All it takes is the feeling of you leaning into his palm, for the tight wounds of Bob’s muscles to finally loosen, despite his wearied efforts to alleviate the strain post-practice. 

“They still didn’t recognize me from last time,” you dejectedly share, ignoring his greeting. “The guys that put me in here didn’t even believe Seresin when he tried telling them I was your girlfriend.”

Doing a quick scan of the dusty room, Bob notices that they’ve left you unsupervised this time. From a technical standpoint, the athlete can’t exactly blame them for not realizing who you actually were. Because everytime you did pay Bob a visit, you wore bizarre USA themed outfits to cheer him on—that altered your appearance each time. 

He hated to admit it but, Bob was impressed that Jake could even manage to tell you apart from one of the crazed fans camping outside the training center.

But, even if you were one of them, Bob knows there’s a partially pathetic side of him that would still forget how to expel a breath if he saw a girl as cute as you choosing to root for him, instead of one of his teammates. 

“You know why? It’s ‘cause you get prettier each time you show up looking for me. They can't believe how I got so lucky with you," he finally suggests with a small smile, coaxing you to stand up.

“Let me see what you got on today, Champ,” he reaches for your limp hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before lifting it above your head, to twirl you around.

A shy giggle bubbles out your chest when your boyfriend spins you, whispering about how pretty you looked as he runs his eyes over you. 

Not wanting to make you dizzy, Bob slows down the movement, his hands moving to your hips to steady your balance. “Where’d you get this from? It’s cute,” he leans back slightly, chuckling when you proudly puff your chest at him. 

Pulled up on each of your legs are knee high socks, one blue and one red with white stripes lined at the hem. And stretched across your t-shirt is a saturated Getty image of your boyfriend, gold medal between his teeth.

Lifting yourself on your tippy toes, you glide your fingers through his damp strands, pushing it out of his face. “Would you believe me if I said I had it made? I think it’s my favorite picture of you,” you confess.

A surge of butterflies suddenly flutters in your stomach, when your eyes slowly drift down to his flushed chest, that just barely peeks through the small gap of his unzipped jacket. You swallow, spotting a droplet of water still clung to his skin that runs down the line of his torso.

“Oh yeah?” He teases, pulling your attention back to his face. Though Bob’s trying to act coy, a rare side of him that had his coach choking on his sandwich the first time he witnessed it—there’s a matching tint of pink on his cheeks that gives him away. 

Lightly tugging on the roots of his hair, a mischievous look washes over your features. 

“Mhm, I just love having you on me honey,” you playfully bite back. And there goes the controlled breathing practice Bob spent half his life perfecting.

“Okay, that was—that really wasn’t fair,” he falters, feeling another wave of heat settling into his already flushed skin.

"Oh I'm sorry, didn't know we were playing fair now," you egg on, watching your giant boyfriend grow shy.

Bob only pokes his cheek with his tongue, until he takes in the fact that you’re wearing a shirt with his face on it. And he couldn’t see it any earlier because you’ve been trapped up here the whole time.

“I don’t know why they keep doing this to you, I’m sorry Champ,” he feels the need to apologize, drawing you in for a hug.

Bob considered himself a fairly polite guy, but when his girlfriend’s been given a hard time repeatedly—he feels less inclined to be so nice in his next run-in with security. 

But instead of showing his sudden wear in patience, he relaxes completely—finding it nearly impossible to retain any tension in his body when you gently scratch at his scalp.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, twirling a piece of hair around your finger. “You found me anyway.”

“They made you sit in that chair though.” 

“My butt is probably so flat,” you let out groan at the reminder, pressing your feet to the ground. 

Not a second later, Bob goes to squeeze your butt. “Not, really,” he decides, seriously. "Even if it was, I don't think I'd care."

“Don’t you lie to me,” you scold, brows pinched together.

“M’ not. Did you want me to check again?”

Before you can anything, a uniformed man stands under the door frame, lifting his eyes off his clipboard. Almost in sync with eachother, you both stiffen hearing the noise.

“Alright young lady, I cleared things up with—Oh..”

note: swimmer bob swimmer bob swimmer bob!! as always thank you for reading, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[todorokies]

megumi reminds me so much of autumn . . . the leaves turning frail and crunchy, the outdoor air carrying a cold breeze that shakes wind chimes, the days fall short whereas the nights stills longer, warm maroon coloured sweaters, vanilla and apple scents follows in bakeries and candle shops . . .

this time of year cast a lovely veil over megumi’s life which temporarily reliefs him of his duties as a sorcerer. he chooses his spare time wisely and doesn’t take it for granted, since you occupy most of his thoughts its only warranted he spends his lazy saturdays with you by his side.

the first saturday of october, you both visit a secondhand book store after grabbing tea at a cozy cafe. megumi buys a agatha christie novel, the murder at the vicarage, you on the other hand buy a r.l stine goosebumps book. he sighs with a soft smile of his face, “typical…” he mutters to himself.

the second saturday of october, you, yuji, and nobara somehow grouped megumi into playing with an ouija board. after countless attempts of asking questions to the actual thin air, the planchette moves to the ‘yes’ side of the board after you and nobara jokingly asked: ‘does someone haunt the dorm room in the male east wing?’ the room was soon filled with screams of terror . . . needless to say you spent the night in your boyfriend’s dorm cuddled up in his arms.

the third saturday of october consists of going into tokyo for a street festival. traditional snacks, candy apples, cinnamon rolls and the smell of caramel wafts throughout the street. going hand in hand manoeuvring through the large crowd while looking at the cool vendors and displays and occasionally saying, “look 'gumi let's check this one out!”

with the fourth and final saturday of october, you currently reside in the commoner kitchen sitting on top of the counter watching megumi use halloween-themed cookie cutters on pre-made dough. the plan for tonight was to stay in and watch hocus pocus, after some time you break the comfortable silence, "so... since when do you like halloween?" a small smirk plays on his lips "who said i didn't?"

“you don’t seem like the type, you know?” you take a neatly rolled up piece of cookie dough off the baking sheet to prop it in your mouth, “if i didn’t know you well enough i’d probably think your favourite holiday was something boring like new year’s.” he snickers at your claim but covers it up with a fake dry cough not wanting to give you that full satisfaction.

he ends up choosing to ignore your comment, “there’s a lot of things to do around the fall time that entertains me. that’s all.” you teasingly wiggle your eyebrows clearly fascinated by this new discovery. “did you ever dress up for halloween?”

“gojo used to dress me and tsumiki up all the time when we were little. one year we went as oompa loompas and he dressed as willy wonka.” his eyebrow slightly twitches in annoyance by the faint memory.

you hold in your laughter mainly to protect megumi’s ego and make a mental note to ask gojo for proof with pictures later. “i’m glad you wanna spend this month with me it seems like it means a lot to you.” you blurt out suddenly while fondly smiling at him as you softly trace over his chuckles with your finger.

his breath gets stuck in his throat and he can practically feel the blush climbing from his neck up to his face. you always seem to do this to him; make him awestruck and flustered like an idiot with a freshly new crush. but in hindsight, he doesn’t think the puppy love phase will ever end, at least not for him, you still make his stomach flip and tumble after many months together.

contrary to popular belief, megumi believes that the month of love doesn’t take place in february, but in the month of october. where the orange, yellow, and red is a far more appealing set of colours than pink and white.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 a/n: in honor of it being september

[lostuntothisworld]

Okay so I think it's time for another spaghetti theory:

Lilamoth isn't collecting moms. She's collecting sisters (or siblings)

Let me explain my thought process here. So a big complaint the fandom has is that we don't have a proper rogue gallery for villains. It's just the butterfly, and nothing else. It worked for early seasons, but things might be getting stale for some folks.

Enter new characters connected to Lilamoth somehow.

So she has 3 moms so far (that we know about.) All but one have something in common: dark hair and blue eyes.

From left to right we have Mrs. Rossi (red), Mrs. Bianca (white), and her third mother who is deaf could possibly be Mrs. Verdi (green).

Then we have this fourth lady that we see Lilamoth watching on her phone in the season 5 finale. I would NOT be surprised if Odille is going to be her 4th mom. Dark hair and blue eyes, and she is also disabled, just like her third mom.

(And I would not be surprised if we find out her surname is Nero (black), or Viola (violet). More on that aspect of this crack theory in a bit...)

Anyway, back to the concept of a rogues gallery. In the finale we see Lila in a disguise that 's VERY reminiscent of one of her moms:

Certainly she can't expect to disguise herself as a woman in her 30's-40's, and especially not with glasses and bangs. But she can pass reasonably as a teenage girl with a dark bob and glasses. You know, a sister.

So we know a certain main character whose name is in the title and wears red with black polkadots has dark hair and blue eyes. We don't know Lilamoth's motivations and and end goal, but we can surmise that she wants to take the place of Marinette.

(And I KNOW I've seen at least one other person theorize this, and I cannot find the post(s) so if you can find it please let me know so I can link it here!)

The pictures we see is one of Marinette with her classmates on the Liberty where Zoe is accepted in the friend group, Marinette with her parents, 3 pictures of Marinette with Kagami, and one picture of Marinette with Luka.

It's interesting to note that there isn't a picture of Marinette and Adrien together shown to the audience. You'd think they'd emphasize that, but no, it's mostly Kagami. I know it's because it's because the episode focuses on Kagami, but still. Other than her, it's just Marinette's parents, Zoe and Luka (Luka! Marinette's ex!) showcased in the closeup screenshot.

I got sidetracked! Anyway, I think other than similar coloring (and color-themed surnames haha) Lilamoth is trying to find other teenagers who are willing to join forces with her. She probably will get her hands on some Miraculous for them, somehow. But I don't think the new jewels will be from the Chinese box.

Here's where things start REALLY going off the rails with this theory:

All of Lilamoth's rogue gallery of villains are her adopted sisters (or siblings) and they are all Luka's exes. He's got a type for Italians with dark hair and blue eyes...

Going back to the surnames, all the surnames have something in common: they share the colors of all of Adrien's various transformations over the course of the series so far:

Rossi: Mister Bug

Bianca: Chat Blanc

Verdi: Aspik

We're just missing Chat Noir (could possibly will be the surname Nero, as it's Italian)

and Ephemeral (it's interesting to note that the surname Lee in Chinese can mean plum, which of course, is purple)

So naturally, my crack theory circles back to Lukadrien is endgame.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

{{{{{{Edit as of April 3, 2024.}}}}}

I will NOT be surprised if this girl with black hair in an extremely recognizable style is a disguise of another sister.

Is Lilamoth collecting blackmail to manipulate them later? She's very obviously walking disguised in areas where there would be lots of cameras (The inside of the Agreste mansion, and the hotel).

(Edit as of April 27, 2024!)

Now we know the synopsis of the London Special, I believe the disguises are to hide Lilamoth's tracks because she knows Maribug's identity. Bonus points if these girls were previous Ladybugs in past time lines that Lilamoth stole the identities of...

[[[Edit: May 4, 2024]]]

I think I found the names of the previous Ladybugs: Marina, Shone, and Mio. (Please enjoy a silly extremely rough draft of where I'd personally go with the show)

As for the rest of the spray paint on the walls, this mural is an actual feature of the Paris Catacombs:

And while I think that most of the other tags on the wall are functionally meaningless and just there for ambiance, I do find the 777-777 tag to be of note. 7 Ladybugs till Lilamoth's goal? What's the deal with the arrows and the floating away 3 7's? Are 3 already "gone"??? Fascinating stuff! My mind is reeling!

[Edit for May 6, 2024]

Possibly figured out the source of the lightning in the season 5 finale. For whatever reason it's not showing up in the tags lmfao tungle is a functional website

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏

well, here it is! the lloyd fic that you guys voted for. I do hope you like it, to me personally it isn’t the best.

pairings - dad’s best friend lloyd hansen x innocent reader.

warnings - age gap and size difference is in all of my fics, may have ddlg themes, cream pie, smut, swearing, reader is of age.

side note - gifs and headers aren’t mine.

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I lean closer to the mirror, applying a cherry lip balm to my plump lips. I smack them together before leaning back and checking my costume- a little pink cheerleading uniform with matching pink pom-poms, hair in low pigtails tied with gorgeous pink bows -I twirl, giggling to myself before licking my lips, wanting to taste the cherry flavour. Frowning as I don’t know if it tastes as good as I wanted it to, my cherry-red tinted lips pout before I head out of my room and to where Lloyd- my dad's best friend- is.

“Mr Lloyd…” He turns his head, his mouth hanging open for a split second, cock twitching at the sight before him. Silently thanking whatever god out there.

“Yes, pumpkin?” He shifts on the couch, his legs spread apart in his tight white pants. The black short sleeve turtle neck shows off his muscles perfectly.

I shift on the spot, “this is a little weird... but would you please.. kiss me and see how my lip balm tastes?” her doe eyes stare him down. Lloyd gulps, not expecting those words to leave his friend's daughter's mouth. He nods, beckoning her forward. Y/n shuffles towards him, looking down from her position. Lloyd pats his leg, wanting her to sit so he can reach her properly.

Slowly and unsurely, she sits on his lap. She wiggles around, trying to get comfortable, causing Lloyd to grip the cushions next to him tightly. Once Y/n is in position, she stares at the handsome older man with wide eyes. Her plump lips slightly pouted as she waited for instructions. The bulge in his pants grows, hitting her core, but he distracts her by placing a hand against her cheek and leaning forward, his soft pink lips connecting with hers, and slowly moving his lips against hers, not wanting to scare her.

Lloyd moves back, his brows furrowed as he licks his lips, his tongue tasting the cherry-flavoured lip balm. “Hmm, it tastes like cherries, but to make sure, I’m going to need something else to compare it to, okay, pumpkin?.” Y/n nods, unsure where he’ll need to taste but happy her lip balm tastes good. Maneuvering her so that she is seated where he was, Lloyd sits on his knees, spreading the young woman’s legs. Licking his lips when his eyes connect to a cute pair of sleeping beauty knickers, his brows raise as he looks at her, and Y/n’s face flushes, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. “T–they were on sale… and I–I like princesses….” A smirk forms on Lloyd’s face.

“Don’t worry, pumpkin. I think it’s cute, but I’m going to have to remove them, okay?” She nods, wanting to please the man between her legs. Inside Lloyd’s mind, he’s doing a little dance, and he begins pulling her knickers down and off her body before looking at her glistening core. “Oh, look at this, pumpkin. You put some lip gloss on these lips, too, huh?” She shakes her head, not remembering ever doing that. Y/n notices a hungry look on Lloyd’s face when he watches her. “Are you sure, baby? Cause they sure are glossy. I bet they’ll taste amazing. Can I have a taste, pumpkin?”

“Y–yes.” The minute the words leave her lips, Lloyd dives in. His tongue moves flawlessly against her lips, nipping and sucking anywhere he can as he drinks her juices. Groaning against her princess parts, he believes he’s in heaven, her taste exploding all over his tastebuds. The sounds of soft moans fill the air, her dainty fingers tangling in his hair as his moustache rubs against her little button and his tongue explores the depths of her honey pot.

Lloyd pulls back, her juices coating his chin and moustache, dark eyes meet hers, and he growls, “you taste like fucking candy, pumpkin.” He stands and grabs her, lifting her and bending Y/n over the arm of the couch. “Now, pumpkin. This may hurt a bit, but I promise it’ll feel good after, okay?” Y/n nods, her skirt lifted, and her pussy fully displayed to the older man. 

Lloyd groans. His palm rubs against the bulge before unzipping his pants and pulling the heavy member out. He pumps his cock a few times, rubbing his thumb across his tip before lining it with her tight hole. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pushes in and grunts at how tight she is. “Fuck, pumpkin, you feel so good! Jesus– fuck.” Whimpers leave her lips. The feeling of being stretched is mixed with pain and pleasure. Lloyd bottoms out before starting to set a pace. 

His cock hitting the deepest parts inside of her tiny cunt. Not being able to hold back anymore, Lloyd begins to pound into her. Her screams fill the room as Lloyd hits his cock straight into her sweet spot. A feral look takes over his features while he grabs onto the arm of the chair. The angle changes and makes his cock go even deeper. Pulling in and out of her tight cunt, “fuck, this is the best fucking cunt, why– shit –why didn’t I do this earlier.” A hand comes around, wrapping around her throat and tightening the grip as he pulls Y/n’s body against his.

Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as he continued to fuck her. “Dumb little pumpkin, you been keeping this little pussy hidden from me all this time, that’s very rude–” He grunts as he sends a hard thrust into her, “of you. I should be punishing you for it.” Her head drops, eyes barely open and drool starts to drip out of her mouth, pussy clenching and unclenching around her dad’s best friend’s thick cock. She watches him disappear inside her. Her cream coats the base the more he thrusts inside.

“I–I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to– Oh–” Eyes rolling to the back of her head as she cums around him, walls tightening, Lloyd grunts feeling her cunt trying to push him out. He thrusts harder, pushing against the resistance before continuing his torture on her used cunt. He leaned forward until she could feel his breath against her ear.

“I’m gonna cum in this little cunt, pumpkin, and you're going to fucking enjoy it.” Feeling her nod as a whine leaves her lips. Lloyd places a kiss on the back of her head, “good girl.” His cock drives in and out before burying himself deep and releasing. His cock twitches and throbs. Cum starts to leak out of her, slowly pulling out of her. Lloyd looks down. His fingers scoop up his seed and place it inside her mouth.

“How does my cream taste, pumpkin? Good?” His cock twitches when he feels her lips wrap around his fingers and suck, her tongue swirling around them as she hums, eyes closing as she feels his cream leak out of her stuffed cunt.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[lxndonorris]

firm hands - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: Smut (you've been warned) The new Ferrari Shirt is perfect for a little rodeo, and on Carlos, it's even better x word count: 2280+

The days are flying by, the third race of the season in Australia is over already, and even though it didn't end the way you had hoped, having Carlos back home for a few weeks makes up for it. You're lying on your bed, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, socks, and one of your boyfriend's white shirts. Carlos is standing next to the bed, wearing one of his red and black Ferrari shirts, sweat pants, and no socks, talking to his phone, while recording a video for the Teams social media accounts. His hair is messy, and you can smell his cologne from far away, a delicious, sweet scent. Work never stops for him, but you don't mind. Well, you adore him wearing his team gear, so you're always winning. With your phone in your hand, you watch him just end the recording with a huge, beautiful smile spread all over his face. "See you guys soon." He says, and you can tell he's so excited by the way his voice is pitched slightly higher.

Carlos lowers his hands and plays the video as he walks towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed. Smiling as well, you crawl over to him gracefully, resting your head gently on his shoulder so you can watch the video as well. "So, what do you think?" He says, turning his head for a mere second before his attention is back on the video. "Handsome as ever." You breathe deeply against his neck before leaning into him. Carlos is just good as these media things. He's very smiley, self-confident and the camera loves him. Being paired with Charles Leclerc helps him to get more and more confident with all eyes on him.

Carlos embraces your body against his and leans closer toward you, giggling to himself. "You think?" He says softly and turns his head to meet your gaze. Instantly, when your eyes meet, you feel like giving in to him already. His eyes are sparkling, shining brightly underneath the artificial light, and his coy smile invites you to kiss him already. "Carlos. You know you're the most beautiful man." You place a hand at his neck, letting your thumb trace his jawline and his light stubble tickles your skin. "I know." He blushes slightly, but his smile gets even bigger. Carlos enjoys your hand on his neck, so he leans into you, like a kitten showing affection. "I needed to say that though, right?" You smirk, knowing very well how much he likes to hear how good he looks.

"Yes, that's right." He giggles now, his voice again, slightly pitched. As much as you enjoy seeing him all bubbly, you lean into him, placing a kiss right onto his very soft, yet warm lips. Carlos embraces you again, and within a second, he tries to take over the lead, but you're not done teasing him a little. Instead, you pull away, just enough for him to feel your lips brushing against his, letting him want much more. "Let me tell you what I love most." You breathe deeply against his open mouth, sending shivers down both of your spines. He raises both of his eyebrows in surprise. Usually, you would just make out for a while, but now, seeing him wear that red tight shirt, you crave him even more.

"I love the way your eyes light up anytime you smile." You say, and at the sound of these words, he smiles, causing his eyes to shimmer heavily. "I love the way your skin feels underneath my skin." You say, but your voice barely comes out, as your eyes now follow your finger stroking his cheek. "So soft." Taking a deep breath, Carlos' eyes are now following your finger as well. You can feel heat rush through his cheek as he blushes again. "Y/N." He says quietly, while he leans closer, kissing you softly, with his lips barely brushing over yours. "I love.." You open your mouth but barely anything comes out.

"I love you," Carlos says suddenly, causing you to meet his now burning gaze. Your whole body tenses sharply, and goosebumps spread all over your skin. You can tell that he's feeling the same by running your hand along his neck, his shoulders and down to his arms. His biceps are bulging heavily, testing the limits of the fabric of his shirt. As he kisses you again, this time, a way more passionate kiss, you feel his arms tense even more. Again and again, he kisses you, using his tongue more and more, while the two of you make your way closer to the center of the bed. Carlos lays you down on your back, and climbs on top of you, before separating himself from you for a second.

You're lying there, Carlos' beautiful, broad body towering over you. Placing both of your hands on his firm chest, you start stroking him, gently at first, but with increasing strength. He bathes in your attention, and leans his head back slightly, embracing your hands on his body. You feel his body tense up even harder, with his pecs and nipples now pressing through the shirt, as he lifts his arms, flexing his biceps some more. He starts purring while you try to catch your breath. "Carlos." You breathe, as he lets out a low, guttural moan. He turns his head back to you and looks at you for what feels like an eternity. You can feel him undressing you with his eyes, and your body reacts instantly.

Now, he bends down again as you feel your body heating up as well, and he places a kiss on your mouth once more. Again and again, he kisses you, and you feel his hands now exploring your chest, breasts, stomach, and back to your neck. "Mhmm. So good." You moan into his mouth, sending shivers down his back. "You like that?" Carlos grunts, grabbing your boob firmly with one hand. He knows you like that, so he starts to stroke your nipple through your shirt. "So much." You smirk, resting your head back against a pillow, while he places hot kisses all over your neck to your shoulder. At the same time, you keep on stroking his strong chest, before slipping a hand underneath his shirt, letting your fingers dance across his skin, before following the tangible outlines of his abs down his body until you follow his treasure trail down to his crotch.

Carlos purrs again, grinding his chest against yours while breathing down your neck. Closing your eyes, you just focus on him, his body against yours, the faint scent of his cologne twirling around your nose, and your hand now able to feel his desire bulge inside his sweat pants. "Y/N." His voice rings through your mind, causing your eyes to fly open. Carlos' face is hovering just inches over yours, with him sweating slightly, his hair even messier and his face, eyes, and lips shining brightly. "I need you, know." He groans, closing his eyes for an instant, before regaining his composure. "I can tell." You smirk, rubbing his dick with the palm of your hand, making him smirk too.

"I want you, too." You say breathlessly, as you wrap a hand around his neck, gently pulling him into a tender kiss. After making out for a few more minutes, you can feel him pulling at your clothes, your shirt, and jeans before he tries to take off his shirt. You grab his wrist, blocking him from undressing. "What are you?" He smiles, but you interrupt him, by placing a finger on his lips. "Please keep this one on." You say, your eyes wandering down his firm chest. His body is pressing through the fabric, and yet, the shirt flatters his body so much. "You look soooo good." Trying to hold back a moan, you bite your lower lip. Carlos' eyes now follow your gaze and he starts stroking himself, his chest, pecs, down his body, and to the massive tent formed in his pants. He turns his face back to yours, and your eyes meet again.

"Just for you." He purrs and bends down for a kiss, but instead, you take advantage of him, flipping him around. Now, he's lying on his back, with you sitting on his lap. "Ahhh." He giggles for a second. "That's how it's gonna be huh?" A mischievous smile forms on his lips, as he runs a hand through his messy hair. "It's my turn." You hiss and kiss him before you make your way down his body. At the same time, you pull his shirt up just enough, to place kisses all over his steaming skin. Around his navel, his abs, and down his treasure trail, until your face is right in front of his crotch. For now, you straighten your back, showing off your body to Carlos, who's watching you closely. Tilting your head, you easily take off your shirt and discard it to the floor. You squeeze your boobs, making him quite nervous. His body moves slightly underneath you, and you can tell, his dick is pressing against his pants, hard.

In one swift motion, you unhook your bra, holding it in front of his eyes, before letting go of it. It drops onto his chest, and he looks at it, smirking before his eyes get stuck at your tits. Carlos reaches for your chest, and you embrace his hand, guiding it to your boobs. His body stiffens again, and his breath is cut short. "Like that?" You lick your lips, enjoying him touching you. "So much." He grunts, his voice now deeper, rougher than usual. Still holding his hand, you guide it across your body, down to your thighs. Together, you unbutton your jeans, as you help him inside. With just two fingers he feels you through your panties, making both of you groan in unison.

With a little help, you manage to get rid of your jeans and throw them off the bed as well. Now just wearing your panties, it's Carlos' turn. Just like before, you lead his hand to his crotch now, and moving as one, you touch him, feel his length, his thighs, before you pull down his pants, exposing his boxers with him still growing bigger with every second going by. "Good boy." You smirk, grabbing him firmly, before bending down again, grinding your body against his. Carlos opens his mouth to say something, but just a long, deep moan escapes his lips. However, he's now trying to regain control, and you don't even notice him pulling your panties down. Just as his hand, his fingers stroke your clit, you realize that.

"Sneaky." You breathe against his mouth, kissing him once, while he just moans again. Returning the favor, you stroke him a few times, before removing his boxers entirely. Now, that Ferrari shirt is all that's left, but both of you don't even mind. With his length, his hand now grinding against your thighs, and your hands steadied against his well-formed chest, you lick your lips one last time. Together, he slides into you, and immediately, you feel him filling you fully. "That's good, Carlos." You moan loudly, your nails scratching across his chest. "Fuuuck." Carlos breathes heavily, again and again, and he takes several deep breaths.

As you start to rock your hips against his body, you grab both of his shoulders to steady yourself some more. Carlos easily adapts to your movements and follows your rhythm as you lead him through them. Softly at first, you grind your body on Carlos, who's now looking at you, and with every thrust, his face grows stiffer. "Y/N. Faster." He grunts angrily, and you increase your pace. "Better?" You hiss, your thumbs stroking his shoulder. Carlos doesn't manage to say another word, instead, he nods and a low, long groan leaves his mouth. Hearing his voice like that pushes you even further, and instinctively, you move even faster, with him easily keeping up.

He raises his hands, and grabs your boobs firmly, squeezing them, massaging them, making it even harder to stay focused. Carlos closes his eyes, trying desperately to stay focused, as you ride him harder and harder. With every thrust, both of you get closer to the edge, your bodies and minds reaching their limits. He is the first one to stop moving, as his body gets rigid, and he bends his back into you. "I'm so closeee." Carlos growls, his voice breaks, and all of him is clinging to you. It feels like flying, nothing else matters, and you thrust again, this time, your body acts like his, clinging on to him.

With one last heavy thrust, Carlos screams out in ecstasy, as he releases himself, and at the same time, you reach a new high as well. Both of you moan, groan, and grunt in unison, before you let your body rest against his. You like how the heat of his body matches yours, how he immediately wraps you in a tight hug, stroking the small of your back. You raise your head weakly, meeting his gaze once again. "That was so good." He smiles softly, and places a kiss on your forehead. "Sooo good." You breathe, resting your head on his chest, before you let out another deep breath.

Carlos keeps stroking your back as you start to do the same for his chest. Together, you separate yourself from each other and lie down right next to one another. Face to face, you lean into him. "I love you too, Carlos." You say, causing a smile to form on his lips.

[tkdrawz]

Some of the TMNT fandom (and, frankly, society) really ain't shit.🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

[From left to right: Princess Fiona (Ogress Form) (Shrek) Eep (The Croods) Gloria (Madagascar) Dijonay Jones (The Proud Family) Luisa Madrigal (Encanto) April O'Neil (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)]

These ladies are female protagonists in their respective franchises. All of them have different body types that contrast from the default thin, petite body type that we're used to seeing. And all of them are BEAUTIFUL! 💖

Three of these ladies became love interests that ended up in healthy relationships with partners who love them for who they are. Also, four of them are women of color. (idk if Fiona counts. While she is green, she started off white so... 50/50? 🤷🏾‍♀️) That part is especially relevant to this post because Twitter got me EFFED UP. I'M ON ONE, ON TWO, ON THREE TODAY!

So the concept art of Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil was revealed by James A. Castillo, an artist who worked on the movie.

And people are DRAGGING HIM LEFT AND RIGHT! Being disrespectful to both him and April's design. I can tell you right now not even a third of those quotes aren't positive! There is a vast difference between criticism and insults:

💛"I do not like this design. Besides the color yellow and her red/ginger hair, she simply doesn't read as April O'Neil." That's criticism. This expresses disproval of the design without any vulgarities.

💔"Rethink your entire career. "Artist" my ass! This shit is garbage! She looks like she sleeps in a van and smokes so much weed she reeks of it. You failed." That's disrespect. And I don't think I need to tell you why.

Normally, I tend not to discuss such sensitive topics on my blog (religion, politics, discrimination of ANY kind, etc.) for my sanity and out of respect for others with opposing views. But today, I will make an exception.

I would love to include Luisa, who alongside April was mocked and disrespected heavily for her appearance, but I wanted to speak on this matter from the perspective of a plus-sized African American woman. Luisa comes from an completely different background whose culture and standards I am not entirely familiar with. I can't speak on what I don't know. Respectfully.💜

In the black community, women are faced with colorism, texturism, constant comparison, and body image negativity on a daily basis. And a good amount of it comes from our own community! Our shade, our 4C hair, our weight, our attractiveness, our lifestyle! It's brutal out here!😭😭😭

However, in terms of media a plus-sized black girl is seen as ghetto, loud, and undesirable with a side of attitude. The best example I can think of is Dijonay from The Proud Family.

This is the show I grew up on! The theme song, the characters, the Suga Mama, ICONIC! I love Dijonay to pieces, but as I grew up I realize that she was, in some aspects, a negative portrayal. She was always chasing instead of being "the chase". She was a horrible friend to Penny. And she sucumbed to a lot of negative stereotypes with barely any redeeming qualities. And this was very disheartening considering that she was the darkest one in the group. And the heaviest. And as a little chubby wubby in the 2000s with THIS as my representation? I have to give the writers a bit of the side eye. Was she any better in The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder? To that I would say.... meh. I love her in the reboot, but they could do so much more with her in my opinion. I still haven't seen them address the issue of colorism. 👀

While she is not a human, Gloria is voiced by a black woman (Jada Pinkett Smith) and imitates the sass of a black woman so... yeah. She's included. Gloria was persued by two men. One was the suave, flexing hippo Motto Motto. And the other was her friend/neighbor from her childhood Melman. She chose the latter for good reason of course. Now in Madagascar, Gloria wasn't mocked or criticized for her weight. In fact, hippos are known for their weight. However, she was seemingly fetishized for it. By Motto Motto to be exact. And being fetishized is NOT better than being ridiculed.

Unlike Dijonay, April was the chase, a love interest for Leonardo. I admit, I was SHOCKED that she was gonna be persued. Let alone that the writers wanted to try another Turtle/April pairing considering how April and Donnie went...😬. Now her backlash was on a completely different level. One that I wasn't even prepared for....

While Gloria and Dijonay are original characters, Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil is a different interpretation of the character that has existed since the 80's. The same can be said for the Turtles, Splinter, literally everybody else! Every show and movie for that matter! And with every story, she changes. Design, motivation, relationships/dynamics, even race as of lately. All of it changes. And change isn't bad. In my opinion, it keeps things fresh and interesting instead of spoon feeding us the same story and concepts over and over again. Change challenges us. Change motivates us. However, some people don't like change nor want to accept it and adjust. And that's life. That's just the way it is. But change is necessary in order to progress.

She wasn't bad in the movie AT ALL. I absolutely adored her! And the dynamic between her and Leo wasn't akward or uncomfortable at all. It was handled really well. Ayo Ediberi did an incredible job bringing her to life! (GOD, I loved her in The Bear! Shameless plug lol)

That being said, I understand some of the sensitivity that fans have when a character changes so drastically you can barely recongnize them anymore beyond the bare minimun. (See also Sonic Boom's Knuckles) But the blatant discrimination, rude comments, and the boldness, THE AUDACITY, that some of these nasty Twitter fingers with their dirty fingernails have to type such disrespect to the artist that I can't repeat up here was wild af. Like, I can't believe we have to share a planet with some of them! Uggh!😷(But that's Twitter 24/7 so what's new?) Her and Rise April don't deserve the hate they get. You don't have to like them. Art is subjective. But to insult and harrass the artists and the people who look like the characters, then mask it under the umbrella of "tHaTs mY oPiNiOn" is 🐱. I said what I said. And I will say that shit again.

Also, just because she's black doesn't mean we can't have another white April O'Neil ever again. We know goodness well they could make another iteration of TMNT and make her white if they wanted to. Heck, I encourage them to explore other races and cultures too! New York is full of them! And it's not like all the other versions of April up and vanished. You can watch them anytime on Hulu, Netflix, Paramount Plus, etc.

One more point I'd like to make is that I am an African American woman who is currently on a weight loss journey. As a plus-sized girl, I had incredibly low self-esteem and picked up toxic, unhealthy eating habits from starving myself to overeating BECAUSE I starved myself. Also, I have experienced both sides from being disrespected and made fun of to being complimented and persued. I was at my biggest weight 2 years ago and I have made incredible progress to lose weight since then. People can lose weight. It is achievable! I went to school with some people who were way bigger than me that lost the weight by senior year! Just because she's big in this movie doesn't mean she can't lose weight by the sequel. Like I've said before, it's not wrong to encourage health and fitness!💪🏾 In life, they call this a glow up. A "remember how you treated them in high school" type of comeback. People can, and are allowed to, change. And it's not wrong to embrace your body and the skin you're in. It's all relative!💖

This post isn't to convince you to change your mind. And it won't make the bullies go away. I can't change the world overnight, nor am I trying to. At the end of the day, you're the consumer. It's your choice. Your prefrence. I can't tell you how to think.

I just wanted to spread a bit of awareness that plus sized people exist. And they will always exist. Everyone is deserving of representation in media in all facets. No matter their shape, size, shade, or sexuality. There are so many people from different walks of life who deserve to be seen and on screen. And the amount of visibility for black girls this year alone is amazing! And I want the same for other women of color, too!

Don't let this trash ass society and the people in it who prefer AI/robots over human beings, fake over real, and bad over good tell you otherwise. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YES I AM TALKING TO YOU. YOU ARE AMAZING! YOU DESERVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE AND MORE. YOUR STORY CAN CHANGE LIVES. BEING A GOOD, HARD WORKING PERSON DOES PAY OFF IN THE LONG RUN! YOU ABSOLUTELY MATTER IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. WE SEE YOU. I SEE YOU. AND I ADORE YOU. RAISE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, ADJUST YOUR CROWN, WEAR IT PROUD, AND DO YOUR BEST!

Be good to one another. Take care.

💙 -TK