#this is BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

[hoshizoralone]

evil gf and her evil-er satan dragon bf

[thetrashywritingwitch]

me taking horikoshi's pen away permanently while i deal with a new lifelong migraine

[spookymodernjazz]

Your tags continue to be the absolute best, and I really do think it's that the food has an aroma more than anything else. Like oh you don't like spices??? the garlic sauce on that microwaved shrimp is making you uncomfy??? tell me you're a vampire without saying you're a vampire HMMMMM (Am also white, also heard tons of jokes by other white people about food from other cultures growing up, and can be bribed into all sorts of things for the price of one (1) bowl of butter chicken. I would drink the sauce by itself if that was a provided menu option.)

Like why is it socially acceptable to be ballsack deep in axe body spray or stink like strawberry bukkake from your tasty vape rig, but when i go to work and smell like garlic and ginger cuz i was prepping dinner before i left, it's a problem??? Literally do you not want to live deliciously???????

[whysamwhy123]

Might fuck around and post some trash* later today.

*what little I've actually written of that Ricky/Christian sugar baby AU I've vague-posted about a couple times.

[youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies]

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[flowersandcandy06]

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

(as of late eugh,,)

[peachybeesplease]

despondent wailing about my single biggest regret (getting rid of this old drowned ghost looking dress)

[theophagie-remade]

Second year in a row that I get a 30 e lode with this same professor and she's complimented everything about me and my work and I hadn't even gotten to the end of my presentation when she stopped me and told me that she had already graded me I'M LIVING EUPHORIAAAA

[melodiousramblings]

OK BUT SERIOUSLY.

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF REPRESENTATION???

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF ADRIEN REALIZING AND STARTING TO COME TO TERMS WITH HOW HORRIBLE HIS FATHER IS???

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF CHAT NOIR GIVING THAT WHOLE SPEECH ABOUT WHAT A BAD FATHER GABRIEL IS TO GABRIEL’S FUCKING FACE WHILE HE WAS NIGHTORMENTOR????

ONLY TO WIPE THAT ALL AWAY IN THE FINALE AND HAVE ADRIEN SEE HIS FATHER AS A FUCKING HERO WHO “””HELPED TAKE DOWN HAWKMOTH””” AND SAY THAT STUID LINE ABOUT WANTING TO BE LIKE HIM.

NO

NO

NO

BAD. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. ADRIEN IS NOT A BABY. HE WAS STARTING TO REALIZE HIS FATHER WAS NOT GOOD. I’M SO ANGRY.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Form answers! Part Two. less than last time because my wife is busy :(

How are you?

I started a new job, selling the souls of the innocents. its very fun and nice. its a silly shift and ends at night so it means i can stay up late and sleep in the morning :)

if the altruists had to do karaoke whod sing what?

im glad youd ask.

Dion: total eclipse of the heart, duh. he's like pushing 50 in my head

Teddie and Kay: the shallows by lady gaga and bradley cooper, but teddie does the lady gaga part

Mal: im your girl by ses because the only good kpop came out of the 90s when they were better at stealing from Black people and actually made good rnb like this looks like a brandy video clip if i squint my eyes and the lights is off. i could talk for hours by the impact of rnb on early kpop and how kpop were so much better at co-opting during the early stages of the process. also eugene looks the same!!! good for her!!! anyways, i love rnb, and i love cheap copies of rnb made by early skorea!! sue me!!!!!! you'll never be brandy!!!!! but you sure can make catchy copies

wil: Como La Flor by the one and only Selena. you're not really a latina (french Canadian, does that count?) unless your mom played that song on sundays while cleaning (my mom also had bjork in that rotation). jlo needs to pay for what she did btw

mc: GOOOD TIMES FOR A CHANGE SEEEE THE LUCK I HAD COULD MAKE A GOOD MAN TURN BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD PLEAS PLEASE PLSEAS ELET ME EMTLEM EME LET MEEEEEEEEEEEE GET WHAT I WANTTTT THIS TIME!!!!!!!!!

how do nuclear fission and fusion work?

lesbian sex and gay sex, same time

May I have Kay's hand in marriage? 🥺

do you have a hat that lets me kill people? if yes, you may go to step 2.

Who would winn in a fight Surpass or catalyst (It's a fight to the death)

surpass picks up the biggest rock she finds and drops it on catalyst while he is whining about the mc fucking up

[yandere-sins]

Halloween with You

a/n: I heard you guys, Step-Yan was a clear winner, so here we go ♥ Enjoy!

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Stepbrother x GN!Reader     Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Blood mention, Knife mention, Fighting mention, Off-screen death hinted, Torture), Sexual Content (Lemon!, Male Masturbation, Dub-/Non-Con idealization, imagining sexual acts, Stepcest, Fluids mention, Creampie mention, Marking mention), Step-Yan got it baaaaaad, baaaaaaaaaaaaad, First Person POV

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Humming, I looked myself up and down in the mirror, grinning as the fabric of my costume followed my moves smoothly.

I was one hell of a sexy bloodsucker. A playful insult that could only sound better if it had been from your plush lips. The way you insulted me, disgust dripping from your tongue, and fury in your beautiful, wide, angry eyes, honestly, still made my cock rock hard, even after years of being with you. My prude, little stepsibling, yet you knew exactly how to turn heads and make men grovel.

Not like I’d ever let anyone but myself kiss your boots.

Still, even without you knowing about your superpowers, I was a victim of adoration for you. No one could ever love you the way I did. They would never experience the ecstasy of being called stupid and a bastard by you, never have you pinned beneath them, watching your body squirm and struggle while the anger made way for panic. I wouldn’t let them.

It all belonged to me. Every expression, every scream, every horrified gasp and bit-back moan when I finally pleased you the way you deserved. I was the only one deserving of being spit in the face by you, punched, kicked, hated. If I couldn’t have you, then no one would.

You belonged to me.

Oops. With my thoughts going off the rails, I almost forgot the time, nearly eight in the evening. We were supposed to go out trick and treating, a suggestion of our mom that you hated since it involved spending time with me. I couldn’t be more excited.

I’d hold your hand all night, making sure you wouldn’t run off. Making up for all the years we missed because we hadn’t met yet. Otherwise, you might have been more accepting of me, growing up together and all. I resented myself for not coming into your life earlier, but what’s done was done. At least we still had all of our future together, and I made sure it would only be us for the rest of your life.

Raging jealousy went through me, curling in my stomach and making my hands clench into fists. I did all I could to make sure no one was coming close to you anymore by getting rid of the bastards you called your friends, especially your best friend. It still made me laugh that you’d ever regard him this highly—he didn’t even know your shoe size. All the more pleasurable were his screams of pain and terror as I put him on trial for you, one finger for every wrong question.

And I had so many of them prepared.

Knowing you the best, it was easy to weed out the losers around you. All so you could see the perfect friend living right next to you and sneaking into your bed sometimes to get even closer to you. Moderate success so far, but if I was honest, I never wanted to be your friend anyway. Oh no. I wanted to be so much more than that.

Wanted to be between your thighs, lapping up your essence and have my head squished between the soft flesh. You always hated me squeezing it under the table, but I caught you getting all hot and bothered more than once from it. I loved to imagine your moans as I ate you out, feasted on you while stroking myself, we both reaching climax in pure bliss. You’d be so dazed, and I’d use our juices to sneak inside you, pinning you under my body while we rode the after-waves of orgasm, only for it to build up again.

You might call me cruel, but I’d never leave you high and dry, not when it was such a delicious pleasure to be inside you.

The image of you huffing and panting beneath me, calling out my name in feeble attempts to stop me, only got me more excited, my cock bulging against my costume. The thoughts kept coming, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to show myself on this Halloween Eve if I didn’t stop. If only you knew the effect you had on me, the restlessness and joyfully blooming love I felt for you.

Every thought of you made my heart swell, my arms heavy with the need to wrap them around you. I’d have no problems spooning you all night, knew all your favorite movies, and would buy you your favorite snacks and flowers every day. There was no wish I wouldn’t fulfill, kissing it off your lips long before you’d have to utter it. My perfect, pretty darling.

Just leaving you alone. That was something I couldn’t do.

Especially not now, not on Halloween.

Not when I knew you were in the room next to me, getting ready to partner costume with me at your mother’s behest. You were such a good kid, relenting whenever your parents begged you to just get along with me. I was pretty good at faking hurt, wouldn’t you have said? Because in the end, you always had to apologize, your expression as bittersweet as could be. And I’d always grab your hand, squeeze it and forgive you. I was the perfect brother.

But an even better lover.

Leaning against the wall that separated us, I could hear you arguing with your mother about having to do this with me. She was excited we’d spend time together and bond, bringing home loads of sweets for everyone. It was still out in the open how I’d make your parents give up on your share of the sweets, all effectively mine, I decided. But they could have the ones I collected while I fed yours to your eager lips, catching your tongue with mine while no one was looking. Chocolate and you? Heaven.

It didn’t help to imagine your lips and tongue, sweet and plush and so, so warm, the need in my loins getting unbearable. Pushing down my pants, I freed my throbbing cock, precum leaking from it. What a waste, I thought, imagining dragging my tip over your face before pressing it to your kissing lips, the peak of your tongue lapping out to lick off the excess.

Using both hands was barely enough to simulate the warmth of your body. I had experienced it before, rubbing my dick between your asscheeks while you struggled and fought in my hold. The sight of my cum on your back had been delicious, but it left me wanting more. Just like my hands did now. Had it been your hands, I was sure I’d have come undone in a matter of seconds, jizz all over your face, chest, and thighs. Ready for round two just as quickly.

But on my own, all I could do was lean harder against the wall, listening to your lovely complaints and struggles as your mother strapped you into a corset, the idea of it so fucking erotic. A black corset over a pure, white shirt, with black leather pants. Your outfit made me want to scream, “Step on me, please!” but I’d wait until I helped you into your boots before asking this of you. Hopefully, it would leave bruises and marks to remember you by the next time I had to pleasure myself without your help.

The best part, however, was that I would be the one dripping fake blood over you, ruining your white shirt and matching you with the stains I’d apply to myself.

You wouldn’t understand. It would be like I had marked you. As if you were wearing my blood, proudly parading it through the neighborhood for everyone to see. It made me want to use my real blood, and for a moment, I considered bringing a knife over to your room. Call it unhinged, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do just for that vision.

Sinking to the edge of my bed, my hips bucked into my hands. I imagined pulling you behind a bush in the middle of our trick-and-treating, your body hot and ready for me as I peeled you out of the leather, directing my cock to your entrance. Clasping my hand over your mouth, I’d plunge right in up to my balls, sinking as deep as humanly possible for me to be inside you, listening to your muffled moans and whimpers. All while drenched in my blood and impaled on my cock like it should be.

That was almost enough to make me cum.

Your name on my lips while I hushed you, not wanting anyone to see. But you would keep begging me, asking for more, telling me how good you felt with your legs shaking. Our juices mixing, they'd drip into the unworthy dirt while they belonged in our mouths only. But we wouldn’t care, too close to orgasm to separate so I could drink them from your body. And then, finally, I’d push you over the edge, making your body arch and quiver in my hold before sinking in deep one last time, exploding deep inside you and pulling your pants up before dragging you back around the neighborhood in your stained costume. All mine, inside and outside.

Spilling all over myself and the floor, I didn’t care about my costume or cleaning up. I hoped you’d hear my strangled moans from the next room, knowing right away I was thinking of you while I made myself cum with your image in mind. That should have been enough to get me through the evening, a test of patience as much as it was an opportunity beyond what I deserved. Then again, I hadn’t seen you in your costume yet, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to endure the friction of my pants all night if it was as mesmerizing as I imagined. And it would be—anything you wore was worshipable.

Getting up on wobbly legs, I reached for the tissues to wipe myself down. Part of me wanted to go over there, show you what you did to me just by living in the room next to mine, and force you to your knees to lick my seed off my pants before plunging my cock down your throat for a deep cleaning. Something I definitely deserved for the heavy load I lost to my hands for you.

But I didn’t want to frustrate your mom, seeing the costumes she arranged for us sullied with my dirty love for you. Besides, if I held on well, I’d be able to snatch your costume out of your dirty laundry to have fun with it later. If I made it for that long. Then again, taking you behind a bush was still a viable option, just like I imagined.

First things first, I had to apply the fake blood. Though when I went to retrieve it, I also got a handy-dandy needle from my tools. I’d take my time applying the blood, and if it wasn’t enough, I am sure I could produce more to use on you, massaging it in if you’d let me. My shade of red might just have been my favorite color on you. In wise foresight, I applied my own fake blood first, leaving only a small amount for you. But we’d make it work, promise.

And to my eagerly throbbing cock, I promised it too.

Promised the time to rise and shine would come very soon.

[rotten-dan]

Dan, I know Sidkiro is your main squeeze of course, but. Have you thought about any new characters? Ideas you like the sound of, or class builds you'd like to plan out?

uhhh he is not new persay but I did work on Stinky Goopman's backstory (with a lot of ideas from @sadisthetic) and his class (warlock) and who is patron would be he is developed enough to plop him into a game now!!!!

i dont rlly think about class builds, im a baaaaaaaaaaad baaaaaaaaaaaaad dnd player and i just make ocs and do what i think would fit them better/adjust them according to my ideas.

[beevean]

The characters of Nocturne:

Richter: A bit of a cocky dude with PTSD trauma which he gets over by thinking of a girl he just met he who he wants to bone who's only treated him like crap. This teaches him to keep on living for some reason

Maria: Updating Twitter...loading...

Annette: What if we took every hot take on Tumblr and Twitter about black representation and melted them into a single character?

Vublanc: The most entertaining character for all the wrong reasons

Tera: Milf Sypha

Edouard: Can sure sing

Abbot: CHUUUUUUUUUUUURCH BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

Mizrak: *sexy trumpets

Olrox: *sexier trumpets

Drolta: I'M WHAT'S LEFT OF ISAAC'S ACTUAL CHARACTER!

Miss Furry Vampire: *Missing personality files. Do you still wish to proceed?

Juste: I'm here I guess and life sucks

Thank you for reminding me to write down those thoughts :P

All I can say is, I am impressed by how utterly boring everyone is. Only Annette managed to infuriate me, and obviously it was not intended.

If we compare Nocturne S1 with the OG S2, I'm forced to admit that that season had me more intrigued in this regard. Trevor was the cynical guy who tried his best. Alucard was a cunt. Sypha was the mom of the group (a bad one). Dracula was depressed. Isaac was a pretentious cunt and a simp. Hector started out as an interesting villain with morals before being warped into an idiot. Carmilla was a radfem. Godbrand was the only braincell.

Like, they were all written terribly, don't get me wrong. But they were written. There is some variety in the terribleness.

After more than a year, I'm still here thinking about how I'd fix the OG show, because it had sparks of ideas. Nocturne is so painfully generic.

[pretty-blkgirl]

THEY ATE SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. IM SO PROUD OF MY BOYS 😭

(Han’s part GAGGED me)

[cosmoknightchaos]

∞ !!

You know what time it is <3

Writing this before I shuffle my music. Please be a thematic song please be a thematic song please be a thematic song pl-

LAPLACE'S ANGELS BY WILL WOOD

Serious answer: "Run your diagnostic tests it's posited nobody dies agnostic / But we still dial 9-1-1"

Fucking LOVE this line. Nobody dies agnostic but we still call upon medical science to save us. Oooh I love it. Also the way he delivers it??? "run your diagNOStic test it's positive nobody dies ✨agnostic✨ but we still🙄 dial 9. 1. 1 ❤️"

Also. I am begging you. Watch the music video. Those were real people.

Deeply unserious answer (long):

yEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH COME TAKE A LOOK AT MEEEEEE

am i

BAD

am i

BAD

am i ✨REALLY✨ that

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD😘❤️😝

Can I just. Put the entire ending of the song as my answer

Everything from "So if you wash you hands of where you've been" to the ending. It's so so so good. The higher voices during the first part. Just straight quarter notes (that sound like it should be eighths but the song is FAST) driving that section forward. The way the music cuts out and then he belts the chorus. THE WAY HE BELTS THE CHORUS THAT HE'S SUNG GENTLY EVERY TIME. The question has truly become rhetorical. Beforehand he was asking knowing the answer, but gently. Guiding you towards that same realization. Do you know what he knows? Can you understand? That we're all the same? And then he gets to the final repeat of the chorus and fucking loses it. Full embrace. Because he knows you would walk that mile if you had that life. The only thing you can do is embrace it- the difference between fate and free will. And the fucking "La la la"s at the end. What the FUCK is up with that delivery. Holy shit. Something something you'd expect the Lalala to be in a kids song. Nice and easy and simple. And Will Wood doing the exact opposite matches with the theme of the song. Because it's just music, all the same in the end. Which is the point he's trying to make. It's all the same in the end. Gripping you by the shoulders do you see my vision.

ALSO. ALSO "The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough / so evil ones should get a little more"

what

what the fuck man

Like. HELLO???? WHAT????? HUH????????

Easily second place in terms of favourite lines. The way it switches from the high pitched "skeleton" voices to his voice and then he drops a fucking octave??? What???? The fuck???????

And because I alluded to it earlier. "The difference 'twixt fate and free will / Is whether you're singing / Ooh, could you take a look at me? / Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?"

THIS FUCKING LINE. Third place on the tierlist. The difference between your life being in your own hands and your life being predetermined is dependent on if you wonder if you're a good person. What the fuck.

On that note let's talk about the title! Named after the physics theory Laplace's Demon, a theory involved in scientific determinism (the idea that everything is planned and the future is predetermined). Laplace's Demon states that, knowing how things move at a molecular level, if someone were to know the exact location and momentum of everything in one exact moment, then it's possible to determine the position of everything in the next moment, and the next, and so on until that someone has obtained all knowledge about the future.

And the song is about the differences between "good" and "evil" people, and how if they switched places they'd end up living the same life as the other person, and how no one's truly good or evil because everyone has the potential to do both. It's Laplace's Angel because if everything is predetermined then there are no consequences, because things being predetermined removes any and all liability that a person may have. Good and evil would not exist because all there is is the life we were forced to live out. And if you put aside the things we were predetermined to do, then we're all the exact goddamn same- so if you were in the same shoes, you'd walk that mile. You'd do the exact same thing. It is only natural.

I am mentally unwell.

Go listen to this song.

[deadqueerboys]

Tvbb0 sleeping with his ass up is my new religion, I wanna smack those cheeks so baaaaaaaaaaaaad