#{/MY THOUGHTS ARENT AS COHERENT AS THEY WERE BEFORE BUT LIKE}

[blindedguilt]

(@amorfati-rp Agares) She approaches the dragon quizzically. "You seem....different from the dragons I've heard about. How come you're so different?"

::THE GREEN DRAGON

Of all the people of the village who could have approached it, it was the half-elf girl that was most unexpected. That girl, always flitting to and fro. Back from her home, across the village, into the forest and out again to the wells - it was understandable. To the dragon's knowledge, she was without a father, she and those two brothers of hers. The priest had been happy to share the news of a pregnancy in the village, one directly attributed to that girl's mother, and so it could only be expected that weight be put on the eldest's shoulders. Even so... Similar to most residents of a grown age, the half-elf named Agares didn't press herself with coming too close to it most days, if ever. For some, it was merely their way of showing respect to a being as powerful as a dragon, no matter how diminished its powers had become in its old age. They didn't wish to bother it, and the dragon didn't mind - as a matter of fact, the gesture was appreciated some days when the pain had become overwhelming and it remained incapable of doing much else than simply laying with closed eyes. There were others, however, who feared the Green Dragon and its watchful rest over the village, that whatever gossip or slander spoken in its presence would be taken and relayed to the priest. Of course, it had enjoyed listening to all sounds of the confined, bustling life inside the forest's walls - but it could hardly be thought of as anything more than simple interest and adoration. These worries that came from those humans were stemmed from fear. Fear from their old home, fear from the very same mistakes that had led them there - it could hardly bear any resentment against that. Still, the priest hadn't been the dragons only company, much to its relief. The children, covered in dirt from their play, flocked to it nigh constantly despite their parent's lectures, climbing and shouting... It was a painful, but rewarding feeling. Most had never seen a dragon before, and paid little mind to the weakened form in distraction of the awe of its great wings and coiled tail. For those too shy to approach, it typically could afford to open its eyes enough to gaze back at the child, a cause of excitement for many. In these times, the priest would typically stay by its side, keeping careful watch ensure that the pain wouldn't grow too much, nor that any child ran astray. And from the shadows of the trees, that was when it had typically picked up on her presence. Not with the other adults, but staring from afar. Neither an adult nor a child, as the dragon had understood it, but still - far more child than adult. Those eyes were never settled on it, but rather, the priest besides it. In a way, that feeling of "Love" no matter how misplaced was the closest she had gotten to womanhood. Most others her age had already been married, or were much too caught up in their own affairs to afford the luxury of such needless pining and delusions. It was an obsession, one regarded with the same nonchalance as the dragon had with all affairs of the village, and so remained an unspoken secret between the two. It could tell it clearly; she meant no harm. She simply didn't know what to do. It was unexpected, then, that she had saw it. It was with the same bravery and innocent curiosity of a child that she had approached the resting dragon, and only after those words were spoken did it began to stir. Beyond the priest, the dragon didn't care to speak to anyone, simply preferring to watch their lives and interactions without its interference. And in those rare moments it did have something to say, it was always through him that those thoughts were conveyed. And this girl... There wasn't anything special about her. At least, not that commanded it's attention - she was a villager, a simple but precious existence it had seen years and years before. The dragon knew she would get along well without the need for words. Dulled, yellow eyes rolled open to stare drearily up towards her, and a long, tired sigh was its answer.

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[bedoballoons]

Request!!! If I may~ How will they propose? 💍 For Lyney, Xiao, Wanderer, Albedo, Cyno, Kazuha, Tighnari, Kazuha, Heizou, Wrio, Kaveh, Alhaitham~ (feel free to remove some characters or split it if its too much to do at once :3)

Currently in wedding mood and brainrotting about how will the proposal go. Aaaaa 🥰🥰

~🦊🐾✨️

I love writing wedding proposals, they just are so beautiful and full of love, I hope you enjoy! <3

P.s. I did cut out alot of them but I will most likely make a second part!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Will you marry me?~༺}

CW: Very fluffy! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour, Albedo: My love, Wanderer: dummy, Kazuha: Butterfly)

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Kazuha!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney held up a card for you, but it wasn't like any of the others in his deck, in fact it wasn't even one you'd ever seen before, "Ooo did you get new cards Lyney? I thought I'd seen all your trick ones!" He chuckled softly, knowing full well that the card in your hands was not only one of his tricks...but also his whole heart, "This ones particularly special Mon amour, watch~"

You trained your eyes on the card, paying close attention as his hand waved over it, just like magic, the picture changed...showing nothing but a ring, a beautiful ruby ring. You weren't sure what it meant, if this was a trick of the eyes...or possibly a moment you'd been dreaming of, "Lyney-"

"What do you say? Care to spend forever together? Cause...I know I want to. I want to spend every single day with you." The magician smiled at you sweetly, you felt like your heart might explode, tears welling up in your eyes. There wasn't any other option, "Yes! Of course yes!"

"Phew, I was getting alittle worried." He pulled you close so he could kiss your cheek and before you could even open your eyes, he'd changed the card into the ring it had once shown.

𑁍༄Albedo:

"What are you up to my love?" Albedo sat down next to you, his arms wrapping around you almost automatically so he could pull you close and rest his chin on your shoulder. He just loved being so close to you, holding you and just watching whatever you were doing, it was almost like his way of studying what you liked.

"Just reading something. It's a love story and truthfully it reminds me of us." You leaned back into him, laying your head back so you could see his reaction...to your surprise...he had a slightly mischievous look.

"Do they? I suppose it isn't to difficult, our romance is truly out of a novel...do they happen to get married in the end?"

Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you felt flustered, "Yes...why do you ask?"

"Just wondering if it's as accurate to our love story."

"But we arent-"

"Not yet, but if you say yes we could be~" He kissed your cheek as he reached into his pocket, retrieving a small black jewelry case.., "I promise it will be a happily ever after~"

𑁍༄Xiao:

"You arranged your teapot?!" You were in awe, unable to even form a coherent thought as you looked at the now beautifully decorated surroundings. Xiaos domain had originally never changed since he received his teapot, in fact he almost never used it as he preferred to sleep outside. He was originally going to give it to you...say you could build a home for the two of you to live together, but then something had changed his mind.

"I'm...sorry if it's not perfect. I was going to ask for help from the other adepti, but I decided I wanted it to be my own creation. My creation of the perfect spot for us..."

Your cheeks became dusted with a light pink as he spoke, he'd made the perfect spot for the both of you...and he'd done so in the perfect way. "Xiao I love it! We are going to live here together right! This will be our home!" You couldn't contain your excitement, you wanted to run into the home in the middle and squeal, but he seemed to have something else to say.

"Yes...but it's also more than that." He stepped closer to you, his hand gently intertwining with yours as he stared deeply into your eyes...he captivated your attention so easily when he did this, "I want this to be the place of our wedding. The place where we make our promise..."

"W-wedding??"

"Yes...if you will have me. I would like to marry you. Please?"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Can I open my eyes yet?" You groaned quietly, trying to peek through the cracks in Wanderers fingers as he lead you deeper into the forest, to a area you'd thought was off limits. You didn't know what had gotten into him, why he was so keen on making sure you couldn't see anything until he said so...why he seemed so absolutely and utterly nervous. He never got nervous, flustered maybe, but nervous? Maybe he was plotting something, "You're not trying to kill me are you?"

"What in teyvat are you talking about? If I wanted to kill you do you really think I'd go through the effort of bringing you here?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'd know if I could see where here is..."

"You can look in just a minute. Now shush and watch out for the branch at your feet."

"You said just a minute 5 minutes ago." You felt yourself wanting to roll your eyes, but to your delight he actually removed his hands so you could see...and it was anything but what you were expecting.

It was a miniature village, filled with creatures you'd only thought were in story books..and even crazier was the large cake they were grouped around. The letters were definitely wonky and some of the words weren't even spelled right, but it clearly read, "Will you marry me?" You spun around to meet Wanderers gaze and he simply smirked at you, "Answer my question dummy~"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Kazuha what is this place?" You gasped softly, taking in the vibrant hues of pink trees and the sweet smell of tea brewing, even the grass somehow held a magical feel due to its light blue tint. How this all could be in a cave was beyond your understanding, but of course it didn't surprise you, Kazuha had a way of finding the most beautiful hidden spots and he always enjoyed sharing them with you.

"It's one of the few places in Inazuma that I could come to after the decree had been set in place. It became a important part of my life, somewhere I could hide out and write my hymns and sorrows. Now I come back to show that the darkest part of my life has ended and is now replaced with the most bright and wonderful light. You of course being my light butterfly, I thought it only fitting to bring you here for this.."

Your eyes widened slightly, during his small speech he'd gotten more nervous...and then towards the end he seemed downright flustered, which was so different than his normally calm collected personality. "Bring me here for what?"

He smiled shyly at you, feeling like his heart might explode as he kneeled before you, retrieving the ring he had hand crafted for this very moment. He could tell you were beyond shocked and he hoped dearly that it was in a good way, "Will you marry me butterfly? I need my light in the dark...I cannot see any future without you..., every thought of the next day is centered around you and the love I can give you. Please, allow me to love you...forever and always."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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[klgirlsstuff]

When I was 10 years old (this is as far back as I can remember coherently and clearly), I used to live with my Aunty in a house in Farmborough. I lived with my cousins, who were all pretty, and mainly girls. But this story revolves around one who was the youngest, but then older then me. She was 15 at the time. I remember when my mother used to run my bath, it was my favourite time, The smells of bath oils and scents and the toys I used to play with brought me great pleasure. I (funnily) used to wear underwear in the bath as I had grown up doing this since I used to live in central america and we had to bathe in the river.

This was a regular occurence, and I look back at it and still get a raging erection. My younger cousin Anneta used to come in while I was in the bath, and use the toilet. Sometimes she would even get in to have a bath with me. My mother thought nothing of this, as we were too young to really do anything. Or so she thought,she left us completely alone. Whenever she got on the toilet, I used to get excited. Looking at her naked hips as she leaned forward. And listening to her wee trickling down the seat. I always used to say to her, "Why cant you wee standing up?" and she used to laugh and come close to me and say ; "This is why" and push her little split in front of my face. I used to laugh and thought nothing of it. But I know my little penis was always hard.

In the bath there was always a set of bath paints, which I used to use to draw funny faces on myself. But it was my favourite when Anneta came in, as she used to sit with her back to me and let me draw on her back. She had to guess what I was drawing. She never had any knickers on, and I loved to get as close as I could to her, with my knees up against her bum.

This particular time she was in the bath, I had been restless all day. Id had a hard on for 2 hours, and though I didnt know how to masturbate yet, my instinctive urges TOLD me there was something I had to do to feel so good or better. Little did I realise this was the night I would find out. It started out by using the bath paints, but for some reason this time I sat with my legs around Anneta's naked body. And I found my little hard on was getting very big and swollen. I had no hair then and the tip of my penis was wonderfully sensitive and erogenous, and knowing now if I had rubbed it 3 times then I would have come everywhere. I found that it had nestled into the split of her bum, and then she said; "Mm your pretty big for a little boy arent you. You shouldnt be getting excited you know its naughty." I had no idea what she was talking about, but all of a sudden I started rubbing against her bum crack. "Ohh keep doing that" she said with a little moan, it felt so good. I remembered the feeling though not as good, like when I used to be in class and the teacher told us to do some work, and if I didnt understand I used to squeeze my legs together and it made everything feel better.

She then turned round, which was unusual because she had always been very good and never shown me her front body before. She pulled my pants off, and I didnt resist, because she was older and maybe she knew how to make me feel amazing. "Mmm you've got no hair on your fat little cock" she said. Then she lied down so she was on her belly in the bath and her legs were up and I could see her pretty pink soles of her feet. Id always found them attractive, even when I was that age. Just then she suddenly bent down and kissed the top of my dick. "Ooh it tastes salty", then she squeezed it really hard. Im sure I orgasmed there and then but because it was my first time I could have done it so much more. She gasped as some clear fluid came out, which she promptly smeared over her hand, then took it up and licked it off with her young little tongue. I hadnt started developing sperm yet, and it is clear as water.

Then Anetta took my cock in her mouth, the feeling of her warm tongue against the base of my sensitive glans felt

#malaysia vandi #vandi punde #lancap punggung #punggung mantap #bahan lancap #rogol #lucah melayu #pepeksedap #malaygirl #melayunakal

[jemmo]

omg thank you so much for replying to my rant with another rant, i love your takes on this show so much istg my brain is just his man 2 these days 😭 i also wanted to rant about junsungho because i'm so obsessed with them, they've completely taken over my heart. like even without a date, they've progressed so beautifully and naturally, it's just impossible for me to not root for them. it's the way junsung takes every opportunity he can to show sungho all his love languages - gift giving in the form of zero coke and cookies, the adorable quality time they shared when they were roommates and throughout ep 7, physical touch in the form of head pats to wake sungho up, words of affirmation 24/7 and especially through his phonecalls, and the continuous acts of service 🥹 he's so sincere and straightforward, yet he never does anything to burden sungho with his feelings. he never expects anything in return and just follows his heart, so whenever sungho does do something for him it feels extra special and god why is he the cutest ever 😭 i'd like to think that junsung is definitely starting to affect sungho way more than he thought he would (like hello, the 100% friendship turning into him being 50/50) and it's so apparent why - he looks so comfortable around junsung, their banter is so natural and the way junsung's phonecalls make him smile like THAT every time is just so telling. i really hope they get a chance to go on a date real soon because i think just the two of them hanging out and focusing on each other is what sungho really needs (what we all need honestly) 🥺

we are well and truly stuck in his man 2 land until this ends arent we?? who am i kidding, im gonna be stuck here afterwards too i seriously cannot get this show out of my mind and at this point ive gone past coherent thought, all my rants are just me gushing.

and you are so so right about junsung and sungho, my roommates that arent even roommates anymore but will always be roommates in my heart. there is just something so special about watching the way junsung has approached sungho, it honestly feels like something ive never seen before neither in fiction or reality bc it is just so pure hearted and sincere and simple. like he likes this person and he's just showing it in whatever way he can and not ever demanding anything in return, its the kind of affection that is like i just wanna see you happy and i'd really like it if i could be the one to make you happy. and there's something so special about how he's had such rubbish experiences both with coming out and dating and we don't even know the half of it and yet he remains this good of a person, its like in the face of the shit life has thrown him, he's stood resolutely and said i won't let this change me, i will still be me. like he is truly someone that is not hiding, and the way he instantly claimed his sexuality when forced to come out tells me that he will not stand for people making him doubt or feel ashamed about who he is. and you can feel that steadfast resolution in how he pursues sungho, and this faith in his own feelings that singled him out on day one and not wavering since. and yet he never demands reciprocation. that's why its so nice to watch, bc you arent watching someone pursue someone unwantedly, or make them feel pressured to return that affection. he just constantly makes sure sungho knows and is reminded of his feelings and sungho can reciprocate if/when he wants to. and thats why i never feel uneasy watching them, bc i dont feel like sungho is uneasy or under any pressure to do anything or change his behaviour or tiptoe around junsung's feelings. its pure ease, and thats why its so beautiful to see sungho slowly develop those feelings for junsung. its giving fell first vs fell harder yknow, like look at this person doing so much not just with this arbitrary end to date me, but bc he actually likes and cares about me, the person, not the goal. and when i watched the first ep of the show, sungho was my instant favourite bc he is so cute and hot and charming and loveable and kind and funny, he has so many sides to him that you wouldnt expect, and i adore junsung for all the reasons ive just ranted about too, so it says a lot when i say these two people are so deserving of each other, like i would not settle for anything less than someone who appreciates these people for everything they are, and thats what these two are.

and when we get that 1 on 1 date, bc i know its happening, i feel it in my bones, you know im gonna be in tears in front of that screen, with the biggest dumbest smile on my face, and i wont be able to move on from it

#his man 2 #just clocking in for my daily roommates rant bc if i cant find the epitome of true love on a gay korean dating show then where is it #like they make me believe that maybe this world isnt so shit and maybe humans are capable of deep meaningful connection bc look at them #its truly shit you could not write and yet the forces of the universe made it so

[steveharrington]

Could you talk more about the issues you have with s4? I’m only asking bc I think you’re very sensible when writing about ST!

yessss i love to whine and complain <3 plus ive had a lot of time to Reflect and Marinate on the season so i think these thoughts will be more coherent than some of the stuff i was posting directly after it came out. here we go <3

biggest overall complaint is steve's storyline taking a sharp left turn back into stancy territory. before anyone sends me a why dont you like stancy ask: stancy itself isn't even the reason i disliked this storyline! (also they arent compatible and want different things and its canonically stated like 5 different times in the show) but the Main reason i disliked steve's writing this season was that it largely undermined the value of his relationships with other people. season two established that steve would willingly put himself in harm's way for the kids both against billy and in the tunnels, and season three went on to establish that steve feels the most comfortable when he's hanging out with robin and dustin and just being himself, free from social expectations. all of these discoveries that we worked up to since season one were basically just forgotten in this season. steve is annoyed with dustin, annoyed about staying with the kids, gets injured and only has a meaningful interaction with nancy while robin just walks off screen, doesn't get a single emotional interaction with dustin about the danger they're in or the trauma they're undergoing even after eddie fuckin DIES and overall i just felt like he wasn't acting like himself in terms of his relationships with other people, and this to me seems like an issue with the duffers wanting to prioritize a love triangle once again

i also just have issues with the plot writing as a whole. soooooo many glaring mistakes that just do not seem typical of a stranger things season! ive seen people say "well what did we expect" NOT THIS?? idk from small details like will's birthday and hopper apparently just lying on the floor completely unscathed to larger overall bad writing like eddie's death being absolutely pointless and no one talking about it afterwards, the season somehow feels rushed? even though it was 2x as long as any other season and they had three years to write it? how do you have a 2 hr 30 min episode and not a single scene where the people who spent all season protecting eddie don't get together and talk about his death. that's just...unfathomable to me

out of the four storylines in volume one, two of them were like unbearably boring to me. im so sorry. it got to the point where every time it cut away from hawkins i would text em "FUCKKK" because they were far and away the most compelling story. i always predicted the russia plotline would be boring like the second s3 ended i said oh boy thats gonna be boring. but the HNL storyline......was somehow even more boring. and i love el! i liked venry as a villain! i LOVE JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER but jesus christ is brenner a redundant boring ass character who's always entering the frame sneakily and saying some shit like "eleven......the virus inside you is spreading.....you are an evil evil little girl" like JESUS dude we get it. idk ive never found his character nearly as interesting as the show seems to think he is, and i think spending this much time with him this season was honestly a mistake! so glad he's dead rip. i also wasn't a fan of the stretched out bullying plotline because it was very cartoonish to me and also just like. not necessary. we already know el feels alienated. watching her get shoved to the ground and have a milkshake spilled on her precious little dress just felt like kicking her while she was down

anyways theres a lot this season did well! quite honestly, it all falls apart in the last episode. without the mistakes made there, it would have been so much stronger. but alas i fear it's my least favorite season of stranger things so far because of these issues </3 to me there were times where i was like "am i really watching stranger things right now??" because the writing choices were just so bizarre and uncharacteristic of the show as a whole. praying season 5 is better but i have a strong feeling season 2 will always reign supreme

#anon #answered

[freakurodani]

Would you like to share your thoughts on the bokuakakuroken dynamic?

OKAY so uhh it took me longer to get to this than anticipated. unfortunately i got this ask RIGHT before i started my shift, and its been ough, more than 12 hours since i ended my shift, which means my thoughts had so much time to change and morph

i will try to gather my thoughts into coherency fjakjbas (no promises tho,,), these arent all necessarily romantic, i think they CAN be! but i think if they are a polycule, theyre a friendgroup first?? idk, i think they are a mix of romantic, queerplatonic, friendship soup yknow??

but i really enjoy the subtle rivalry between akaashi and kenma on the court. It's not the overt goading and gloating that bokuto and kuro have with each other, but its there. And I adore it. Captains and setters mirroring each other... balance... in my brain. I think there is lots of team work OFF the court between kenma and akaashi too, especially when it comes to making fun of bokuto and kuroo. they have an understanding

i think bokuto and kenma are an interesting pair. in volleyball, bokuto is WAY TOO MUCH for kenma. he's loud and boisterous and greedy. he's like shouyou, kenma can't get away with anything. off the court, bokuto is STILL A LOT, but he also shows such *genuine* interest in kenma's interests, he's attentive and engaged. he also gets *way less* scandalized by nudity and gore in Kenma's more intense games. Kenma isnt great at explaining things, but bokutos go gettem attitude makes him a pretty fun player two

kuroo and akaashi... i thought about them a lot. to me, they are STEM and HUMANITIES solidarity. I'm going to tangent to curate the vibe~~.

The separation of stem and humanities is a fairly recent development in education/academia. in the european renaissance, art and science were so deeply interconnected. to be an artist you had to understand the natural world. it helped you greatly as a scientist if you could depict the world you saw. Leonardo da Vinci probably comes to mind, incredible artist and inventor. He stared at water for hours watching it ripple. He believed that if you were not outside drawing every second you could, you were hardly an artist at all (he was VERY hardcore, and VERY uhh.. most ppl didnt like him much. Same with michelangelo. Raphael was the renaissance's golden boy, it's why the pope was in close contact with him while he did the school of athens in his library while michelangelo was still waiting for a letter back from the pope about the sistine chapel (pope didnt wanna talk to him) none of this is relevant but i LOVE talking about this stuff. Bernini is my favorite, though he is Baroque/late renaissance rather than High Renaissance (after the mannerist movement!! very important distinction. (did you know there were TWO bernini's? Gianlorenzo's father, pietro would have been more famous if his son wasn't a prodigy. but he wasn't resentful, he ate up his son's skill, was very proud "i will be known as the father an mentor of the great gianlorenzo!" cute stuff) what number of parenthesis am i at? i think this is the last one)

i digress. I think of akaashi, a literature nerd, and kuroo, a science nerd. and I think of them appreciating that about each other. I like to think that if one of them has intense, burning thoughts about something that moves them, a passage written so beautifully, a chemical reaction so moving, they share with each other. both of them i think, share a certain appreciation for the beauty in the world, and can really appreciate the beauty that the other's perspective comes from. they bleed into each other, akaashi starts thinking more of the physical world, and kuroo, already a metaphorical savant (we are blood, anyone?) appreciates akaashi's musing (absolutely LAUGHED at him the first time Akaashi waxed poetic about bokuto though. They have solidarity but they still lowkey antagonize each other aksfjbaksjfbaskjfbakj)

i think ill cut my thoughts off here. ive really rambled and i think most of it wasn't STRICTLY about bokuakakuroken, but when i was thinking about them yesterday, this.. kinda was the deal. my thoughts can be really difficult to capture and tie down, theyre amorphous clouds that twist and change in hurricane winds so sometimes they just come out as "WAAHA CRYING SOBBINGS OUGH" because thats the only way i can get them out before they slip away

im supposed to be writing things down more, it helps me a lot. but, if you were interested in maybe a sneak peak of what its like to try to think of a single topic in my brain,,, here u go! please enjoy the content you asked for, and i hope the content you DIDNT ask for was at least a little bit interesting <3

#conspiracy lvl: ask #i will not put this in the tags #since its a fucking mess asbfjkajfbaksjfa #art musings #i just...really wanted to talk about it #long post

[girlsexbattle2]

I spent like a good hour writting this shit in a reblog but i want to know if it is shit or not so here we go

was going to wright this in the tags but its annoying sp ill write it here <3 (i also havent watched jimmy/scott 3rd life so Sorry)

the prickel of the abyss surrounds you. not that you can really *tell" bc of the whole, yknow.. dead thing. you desperately try to focus on the past, the serve in horay! You died first! The most consistent disappointmemt of them all, not to think about how fucking furious your other is- should! be. You ruined it. again. always first out, and now not alone! (Not alone? like in hobbit homes or the scent of poppies or the god forbidden joy of being choosen despite all your flaws. someone made the decision to put up-) And youre thinking about it again. I told you not to did i not? For the love of god dont look *that* misserable. Arent you used to this feeling by now? and its not like your soulmate ever got that mad at *you*. however, for your credit its kinda hard to run from memories, here (?) if you call this a here. the feeling of this void is uncomfortable. not enough to ever be upset about but enough to unnerve. Something about the utter emptiness outside of you envokes inner emptiness. Anyways you were looking for him right? What do you mean no, what else would you look for? Everyone else gave up on you in the end, gotta let him have his moment too. Its difficult to 'move. its like space in a way! but it some what works. You wave your arms frantically or kick off the smoke and you go somewhere! in a direction probably. i mean i dont know why im telling you this. you are quite familiar with death arent you? oh cheer up you get front row seats you should be happy. Dont ignore me. You say ons Wrong- wait you whats that.

The smell (you can smel!! yay!) of nether smoke and gasolinehits you. youve never been happier to know an argument is near by. You take a deep breath and try your best to follow, adventually slamming into something smooth. after some re adjustment you are set for walking. Moon walking that is, with the whole lack of gravity. But that wont deter you. for some damned reason you are hell set on finding a man quite literally smoking with furry but your own double death, or would ot be quadruple? you cant run from me jimmy im in your head! well you are still running towards fire. A glow in the distance. A shinmer of hope that atleast you wont be alone in this. But instead of a furious wall you find a crumpled spark. "Look Tango buddy, Im sorry. You deserved a better ending than that." The flame is still. you take another breath of smoke and try again.

"I messed up, and even if you never talk to me again just know ill always be glad to be a rancher with you! Again!" You both just stay still for a while. there is no sound for anywhere to 30 seconds to years but adventually you hear a small sob.

"Tango!"

"Oh youre still here?" his voice sounds devoid of life. Before you can get a single thought out (dont worry we know its difficult for you)

"Go home..." You have nothing to add. Your thoughts are anything but blank (for once) but not a single one can coherently conjure in your mouth. You only see home. There is no coW shit feet away from you bed, ashes neV

A/ashing out of the floorThere is no cow shit feet away from you bed, ashes never washing out of the floor,.. or the grass,... or the walls. Its clovers tied lovingly in your hair, mountain air, the promise of no matter what you were loved (and how it shattered), even the bickering! But you cant let him down. Its not that you dont love him! its just you know better now. "Go"

Well its definitely NOT a question. But you know bickering quite well.

"My home isnt *there* anymore..." The flame shoots up a bit. Not a reaction you were going for but you can come back from this! Team rancher #1 baybe!! "But i dont want to be alone forever. Tango, I dragged you down in the curse, we were doomed from the beginning because of ME. Im not asking for forgiveness i just want.. dont know. just! dont know man! have no idea." There is another space. You hope it is consideration. Maybe... Maybe.

oakyyy hopefully that makes any since in the narrative and its not just how i read it! welp see ya

#team rancher #double life smp #mcyt fic

[only-lonely-lovers]

08.12.2022

tags: sex dreams, dreams in general

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：i think the concept of tsukasa being like "there we go. very good" while you come is like a nightmare hanako would have. its been funnny to think about bc it isn't their dynamic. its liek you have an extremely fucked up dream that is inscrutable

あ：lol yeah just something to make you feel really fucked up like -- NO..

つ：hai, hai……

あ：its so funny though bc like again one has incest dreams even when youre a normal person the thought of alive boys ever having them its mutually so funny

つ：yes, they're completely normal. its something i think about. its free childhood incest thoughts no rules no limits

あ：in my mind tsukasa isn't able to parse his as incest he's just like. what a silly little dream i had about amane and the contents arent actually incriminating enough it really is like we're helping each other pee

つ：he's just like ah that was interesting

あ：omoshiroi. that would never happen though.

つ：as much as you have a dream you both eat big caterpillars together off of leafs wooow intresting. i liked that that dream had amane in it

あ：as unfettered about them as one could be amane hasnt been in my dreams for a few days. im glad he is back

つ：amane wakes up more like… woeuhg.. [going to try to willfully forget this. distract with tasks] ugh… weird dream… shakes it off

あ：in a haze sometimes. like wipes drool off of mouth. eugh…. well whatever…. as weird as having dreams where i'm like stuck in this scary old man's sexual carnival like just garbage brain making up shit [represses]

its like overall i think amane just ahs more sex dreams. and sometimes they're nonsense by virtue of having more. just fodder.

つ：i think when you get into the harming phase of their relationship…. it's…. hmm. going to get sicker but I also love the idea of nutting in sleep but the dream wasn't coherently sexual at all

あ：mnnn yeah i think then its a lot more.. visceral, relevant, and stomach twisting

つ：when you have major anxieties repeating all the time it does start to reflect… ah no sad tothink about amane having a lot of dreams tsukasa goes missing again, NOOO

あ：I think emotional stress IRL makes things manifest more coherently in dreams… well, its like it simulates your sense of helplessness etc

having dreams where tsukasa just is very listless and if you let go of his hand for a few minutes he's trying to leave, crawl out windows, like a pet stress dream

つ：probably a lot its his fault, too..... get distracted as one does in dreams.... forget about tsukasa while you're like. tabbing through dolls in an extravagant shop. only remember him existing later like MY-- TSUKASA!!!! NO!!! TSUKASA!!!! RUNNING AROUND THROUGH EVERY BUILDING

あ：dreaming about being in crowds and tsukasa just walks in the opposite direction and he's just gone you blink and you're just like ??? wait. oh NO

つ：dreams of hearing tsukasa just behind a door and opening it and he's not there… desperately opening hundreds of dors…

あ：and calling his name and sometimes you hear "amane" but also like "its fine… im fine…. you dont have to come…" and its just like😭 TSUKASA!!!

つ：the nature of how blissful you were before he disappeared means you can never have just…. security. i imagine dreams would be very cruel and be very WOO HOO BOUNCE HOUSE and then tsukasa gone

when bird can't stop himself from like . forgetting about me or neglecting me in a dream like you just have an extreme memory problem

あ：Noo yeah like i just have this disability almost, I'm just pathologically unable to be more attentive or considerate. Like i fall out of time. Amane just getting so engrossed in tuning his telescope

つ：youre like discovering a new astrological phenomena or some crap or for age 5 youre like seeing. real bunnies on the moon. making a stupid discovery

あ：Lately i keep having dreams where im being so supremely picky about video games like … obsessing about old consoles and getting the right versions of games. but it makes me meaner and shittier somehow like a version of myself thats an eviler nerd. thinking about Amane more or less becoming some goblinized version of self, liek you're staring into your telescope and you FEEL tsukasa's hand tugging you urgently but you slap him dismissively and keep adjusting and when you look up tsukasa's just liek gone His stuff is all scattered on the floor in a mess like he dropped a bunch of stuff and staggered away

つ：you wake up and you. must. let tsukasa do whatever he wants today lead the way… tsukasa PLEAAASE

あ：anything at all roachie So sad, you can really imagine there being bed time distress both at like 4-5 freshly dealing with tsukasa going missing/returning, and then 12-13 as life gets bad

I just think early days there was soo much anxiety to be had also about tsukasa leaving again…. ah, i like to think about them really being prone to waking up in the middle of the night from bad dreams and face snuzz and cuddle… just need the comfort

つ：it had to have been .... the circumstance which really rots them from the inside out..... the act of losing contact, once.....

あ：Its reasonable to, come a little, in your sleep, once in a while. after everything you've been through.

つ：it is completely normal and reasonable.

あ：Sitting here trying to think about what the average random incest dream for Amane is before things get psycho specifically and it's so funny I think he's just like ruined himself from porn. I think it's like I'm jerking off in dream and then Tsukasa is like WHOA let me help. WOW your cock is awesome.... Amane... Impressive, its bigger than mine. wow. WHAO!!1 your come... so cool

つ：ITS GOTT ABE THE WORST WHEN HE'S LIKE TOO DUMB TO HAVE NUANCE OR ACUTE SHAME BUT IS HORNY AND LOOKING AT PORN

あ：like the gormlessness of an amane at some point being like ahah.F GH.F. sh/.. SEX!!!

つ：tsukasa is just there bc he always is and you know him and he is always supportive and down and thinks you are really cool

あ：Yes sjkfdjgh like i think its almost comically like oh let me help you with that. Your hand looks tired brother Just sit back I think some dreams are like. tsukasa wasnt part of the plot but suddenly in the middle of it you know tsukasa

つ：whoa it went really far!!! itslike a normal dream youre like hiding in a closet jerking off but then tsukasa is just there to comment on your cool hog

あ：it's a gormless sex dream like you're going to fuck a big life sized sex doll or something and tsukasa is suddenly here to pull down your pants for you

the random detail in someone's sex nightmare where the machine had to jerk them off to make them erect before cutting it its like wait you need to get hard first.

つ：fkld;sjfsk its sf funny how dreams are procedural and not tasteful HERE I'LL HELP puts dinosar hand puppet on your cock and goes homf homf homf

あ：exactly

つ：butits a dream so youre like fuck it feels so fucking good jesus ive never felt anything this good in my whole life

あ：yes. its also like haphazard and completely abandons plots and changes details for no reason so suddenly its like ahhh i fuck the dinosaur puppets mouth and like THIS is the fetish i was chasing

I actually think itd be funny if Amane's inability to like respect people as individuals means he cannot have sex dreams with strangers so its always some stupid fetish nonsense your mind cannot generate the fantasy of interfacing with people. so instead you really are sooner some panty stealing pervert or like at best peeping into love hotels or something

it's like ahh in this dream im really hornyabout marbles what number is the sexiest

つ：it feels just so feasible you like hear about dinosaurs laying eggs and youre like whoa i forgot dinosaurs would have sex like normal animals [THINKING OF THEM LIKE UNICORNS OR DRAGONS MAGICALLY] . have a dream you guys are playing dinosaurs and tsukasa is like. auhho i wanna have eggs [you are 4 with no understanding of biology] get eggs in me

あ：Please amane screaaaaaa and its like oh god oh christ… gets into the positions

its all crude and like meaningless dream nonsense but the point is its like whoa feels pretty good

つ：dreams can put you through any bullshit and irl youre like coming about it

あ：itd actually be funny to be like older but having a dream about being 4 in the yard again and doing this but older like 8

つ：to have more knowledge. take it again. I know what it means to put egg in you now

あ：the dream wires get mixed up and you start also RPing attacking tsuaksa during it still like bites [tsukasa shrieking]

つ：fighting you….. wrasslin in your grasp

あ：its a dream you really bit through his shirt and there is blood

#22 #pre-shinjuu #playtimes

[sleepii-moth]

the fact that fnaf after everything with its creator still has adult fans and is getting new merch, games, and other things made for it is wild to me. regardless of how you feel about death of the author or whatever, the new fnaf content that is being made is getting less and less coherent plot wise and the gameplay is getting repetitive. From an objective standpoint i think that the first fnaf game was never meant to be what the series became. As someone who has a general knowledge of how games are made, especially when it comes to narrative driven games, it was clearly meant to simply be a gameplay focused horror game with a little story thrown in to give some cool backstory and add some mystery, and then maybe there'd be a few more games in the series that expand on the mechanics and elaborate on the story a bit but its pretty reasonable to assume that the story of the game was meant to be mostly up for interpretation and that as a series, it wouldnt be too long. Unfortunately though, it ended up gaining fame and people reading more into it which definitely contributed to the series being what it is now (and also yknow.. money is another reason.) It sort of ended up having a certain Supernatural (tm) effect where it kept getting worse but people still watched it which i guess answers my question of why people still like it (because people arent willing to let things they like go even if theyre bad) but that is an unfulfilling answer to me and theres definitely a more fulfilling one

so im wondering now.. are people (not counting kids for a reason) who still like fnaf holding onto the series because they liked the concept (of animatronics, a sprawling mystery, and other things) and have never found or heard of other things that share those same concepts? Or is it really just simply holding onto things that are nostalgic to them? Im genuinely curious because i have been into things that just got bad because they went for too long or tried to do convoluted things with the story that i just moved on from. I still remember when i was younger i watched supernatural with my sibling, and did really enjoy it, we got pretty late in the show before my sibling told me they thought it was getting worse and didnt want to watch it anymore. Of course as a kid who didn't really even know how to tell if a form of entertainment was bad, i was a little upset and didnt understand why but agreed anyway. And so we stopped watching supernatural and watched other things together like steven universe that we ended up liking way more. Occasionally there would be tv show or anime that just ended up sucking and from then on we just stopped watching it and watched something else.

I think the reason i fully stopped liking fnaf was partly that i recognized the content i was watching for it (like lets plays or theory videos) were getting worse and i also just grew out of it? As the years went on i got into other games like half life or portal that had way more fulfilling stories to me that i enjoyed a lot more so fnaf just became something i didnt care about. fnaf is like the cracker barrel of video games to me, i went there as a kid because other people liked it so i was supposed to also like it and mostly really liked it because it was restaurant food and to a kid thats better than anything you get at home (and also they have little toys), and then one day when i was older and had gone to more different places i sat down, ate my food, and thought "wow this is bad actually," and never ate there again. And all of that is to say i really do wonder if the majority of adult fans of fnaf still like it because its one of the few games theyve engaged with in their life, and that if they were to expand their palette, try new things, and look back on their interests, then theyd be able to more easily accept its (and its creators) problems and move on from it as purely a thing of their past. because i promise you, there are better things out there, not everything is cracker barrel or supernatural, theres genres youve never even heard of, games that no one knows about waiting to be played, theres the sprawling mysteries of Outer Wilds, the gut wrenching horror of Devotion, the captivating characters of Psychonauts, the expansive world building of Half Life, there are so many better things out there made by better people. Letting go of something doesnt hurt as much when you have more things to enjoy. There are better things out there, you just have to stop looking in the same place.

#also if you have (or still do) like fnaf i wanna know either why you still like it or what specifically made you stop liking it :0 #this has been on my mind for a few days i think its just an interesting thought because i think people like to care when people who make th #things they love really suck and i think it makes sense that someone would try so hard to justify just not letting go of it because they #dont have anything else. i think this is something you especially see with things that arent media too #if people are telling you not to go to a certain restaurant or store or something because it supports bad things and you havent tried #many other places and enjoy going to those places so you keep going to them anyway i dont think that alone makes someone a bad person #i think it just means youre scared of trying new things. like you can make coffee at home! you can try the special coffee beans you saw at #the store or a new creamer that looked interesting! instead of treating yourself to fast food you can buy other premade treats or just make #yourself some really good food you like to eat instead! i think the reason most people have trouble not going to chic fil a or starbucks #or whatever is because theyre too used to doing what they already do so they dont want to change #this is something i definitely need to work on but im just sort of in a situation where me doing anything outside of the norm is looked dow #on and made fun of by the people who i live with so i think im just gonna wait a while haha

[prettyboykatsuki]

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in a halo | s. hitoshi 

 ➳ !WARNINGS! ;; heavy kinks/dc ahead!! please be careful. gunplay, degradation, adrenaline play (?), unprotected sex, fem!reader,  assassin!shinso, graphic violence, mentions of blood/gunviolence, shinso mentions how he kills ppl vaguely, penetration with a foreign object (gun!), facefucking with said object also

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; this is really just a way to use all that knowledge from when i hyperfixated on weapons for a month. 

➳ plot ;; shinso hitoshi knows you’re not naive. even with a gun at your throat.. or inside you.

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The metals hot. 

Shinso stares down at you with amusement. His eyes are heavier than when he left you in here this morning - lavender eyes accompanied by solace. There’s dark circles like the rings of a tree, eyelids that twitch from exhaustion. He’s admitted to you more than once that he doesn’t normally sleep everyday . He’s averaged out the hours by weeks instead of day. 

You squirm under the weight of his eyes, lidded. The mouth of the gun drags slowly along your jaw until it’s under your chin. Shinso knocks it against the bottom of your chin - undoing the safety with a gloved thumb. You gasp a little as he moves it away from you. 

He clicks the safety - on again and off again and on again and off again. Over and over until the tick is memorized in your head. You watch him with wide eyes - he’s a shadow over you. Large and looming, spindly over your skin  A leather glove cups your face - thumb dipping into your mouth until you open it. 

He sticks in between your slow. It’s almost holy - at least for Shinso it is. It slides into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat. Shinso is careful not to make you choke but you drool. It pools on the floor in puddles - pathetically next to you. 

The metals hot. A metallic taste and warmth in your throat. You swallow around, almost on instinct. Shinso chuckles over you  as you try to remember the last click. If the safety is on or off. You whimper. 

He fucks the gun carefully into your throat. It’s almost gentle. For Shinso - this is as close as he can give you a proposal as of today. You blink up at him carefully, teary-eyed and aroused. 

He thinks your too defenseless - always have been. A pretty thing like you has no business being here in his headquarters. You followed him around like a puppy for this long and at first he just thought you were stupid. 

But you’re not. Rather it excites you to be this defenseless for him. Shinso thinks you must’ve been tired to end up at his feet like this. Wide-eyed and drooling and sucking the barrel of his gun with just as much vigor as you do with his cock. It aches in his jeans - pushing your head back until your eyes meet. 

“You’re really a clueless little slut, arent you?” ― Shinso hums, admiring the view of you on your knees ― “You know how dangerous it is for you,” 

Shinso doesn’t phrase it like a question because it isn’t one. It’s a statement - because Shinso knows you’re not stupid but rather a degenerate. He knows you can see it - the blood splatters on his white collared shit and the heel-toe of his dress shoes. He knows you see the teardrops underneath his eyes - knows you see the way the light seems to leave his eyes. 

The metals hot still. It would burn your mouth if it hadn’t been forced so deep inside. 

A trail of saliva - thick and clear fall onto the floor when he pulls it out. Your mouth gapes, eyes lazy with desire. Shinso grabs your face with his hand, cheeks smushed together as he folds over to reach. 

“It excites you, doesn’t it? When I go out there and do my job - you sit and wait for me to fuck you fresh off a hit cause you’re sick just like me right?” 

You never fail to surprise him but still - he doesn’t expect you to smile. It’s haphazard and lazy. A confirmation of things he already knew, he laughs. He grabs you by your throat and throws you over the desk till your bent over. 

You moan shamelessly as you feel it come between your folds. The metal is warm but not hotter than your cunt. Shinso crouches between your legs only to observe - poke and prod at your warm inside until you. 

“Never been so fucking wet before and it’s for this,” ― Shinso chuckles, standing up. He bends over you until your naked back is presed against his chest ― “Spread your legs and take what you asked for,” 

Shinso forces your face down on the wood desk as he slides the barrel between your folds. It feels strange and foreign against you, makes your thighs tremble. You squeal at the sensation. 

“This was my grandfathers gun,” ― Shinso muses, breath at the shell of your ear ― “It’s an American model, from the 1940′s. It doesn’t shoot quite as precise as a newer model might. A Smith and Wesson” 

You whine as Shinso digs the barrel along your clit. The shiny metal feels especially invasive like this but your clit throbs with desire. Electricity all the way down to your spine, making your toes curl. 

“There’s engravings on the side,” ― he presses against your walls with a warm sigh. The pressure in your core is only heavy - lust clouding your coherence ― “And the safety is shoddy no matter how much I repair it,” 

It clicks against your core and you shake. It almost feel numb - it’s an unforgiving pressure inside of you. The ridges of the outside drag almost too good inside of you. He pulls back and then pushes with immediacy, making you cry out. 

“I’ve got precise hands, so it’s fine,” ― Shinso chuckles, sinking his teeth into your neck  ― “Or it should be. Can you remember baby? If the safety is on or off?” 

You shake your head no - no longer able to communicate anything other whimpers. Lust is overbearing. Your sights and senses are filled with the smell of him and metal and gunsmoke. It’s too much all at once for you to take, but you can’t move with how Shinso pins you. 

You remember, briefly - his moniker. Shinso Hitoshi, Angel of Death. You remember how that too was passed down from his grandfather to his father. How angels are benevolent beings, extensions of god. You remember Shinso as benevolent when he fucks you so good with the barrel of his gun that your lungs feel like they’re lacing air. 

Your cunt is clenching so harshly, and Shinso’s grunting in your ear. You can feel his cock pressed into the meat of your thigh, the way Shinso ruts in tandem with it. You can’t help but cry out at the foreign object and how good it feels fucking you open. Prepping you for what’ll inevitably be Shinso next. 

“T-toshi, toshi - my god,” 

“Does it feel good, hm? Feel good getting fucked like this? Even though I could press the trigger at anytime,” 

“Feels so good, Toshi,” 

Shinso is benevolent - must be, with the way he holds you down. You can feel it coming before you can say it. A choked breath that makes Shinso groan into your ear. Every muscle in your body wound so tightly - your on edge and Shinso has his fingers on the trigger. 

“‘m gonna ― please ‘m gonna cum,” 

“Cum for me you fuckin’ slut,” 

You do, an entire shiver wracking through your body like a storm. You shake and shake until your limp, drooling onto the cherrywood beneath you as little spasms overtake you. You whimper as he pulls it out of you, the sudden emptiness make you whine. 

He scoffs at you briefly, patting the metal on your ass. 

“Don’t think it’s done yet,” he reminds you “You’ve gotta clean the mess you’ve made,” 

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#shinso x reader #bnha x reader #spice cake #writing tag #gunplay cw #dark content cw #PLEASE LOOK AWAY FROM ME I WROTE THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR EHFDFKJN

[katsukikiss]

FAKE DATE

SHOTO x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ obviously, general smut nothing crazy, unprotected sex, semi-public?

You and Bakugo broke up not too long ago, so you try to get back at him in a way that’ll hurt…

AN: I just whipped this up and have NOT proofread whatsoever so be kind pls. I’ve been afk working on a large Kiri fic so im sorry about being unactive :( send me requests tho! Im tryna come back with a regular posting schedule

WC: 2.2k

Masterlist

“Thank you for doing this Shoto!! Your the bestest friend ever you have no idea!” you squealed, hugging his arm tightly. He had just agreed to take you to the spring formal as his ‘date’. He wasn’t extremely supportive of going together for the sole purpose of making Bakugo jealous, but he just couldn’t say no to your adorable begging over the last few days.

“Yeah no problem y/n, I hope it works out” he mumbles, his face looking distraught for a moment before returning to an expressionless gaze.

“Pick me up at 7 okay half n half?” you said, releasing your grip on his arm. He nodded with a little smile and you were off to get ready. You and Bakugo had a bitter separation not too long ago and you were determined to get back at him. Shoto was a lifelong friend of yours so he didn’t take offense to your idea of using him as a pawn, he just thought it was a bit childish but went along with it nevertheless.

“I suggest you hurry, were going to be late!” Shoto yelled, leaning against the door of his car. You had to run back inside to grab your lip gloss, you wanted to be prepared to reapply as necessary.

“IM COMING!” you wailed back. The uneven pavement had you struggling to run but Shoto was quick to rescue you, offering you and arm to hold onto as you both ran back to the car. He proceeded to open the door for you.

“Always been such a gentlemen” you cooed, quickly tapping a finger onto his nose before getting comfortable in the passenger seat. You did that to him a lot, and It drove him crazy every single time. It was your own little way of showing him affection, showing him that you cared. He walked back around the car and got into the drivers seat.

Before entering, you went over a little game plan with your date. You had wanted to really get a rise out of Bakugo tonight, so nothing was off limits, touching, dancing, flirting, even kissing, which Shoto instantly shut down. As long as they kept things realistic, there was no way they’d be caught.

You and Shoto just barely arrived on time, walking in through the double doors holding hands. You both coordinated your outfits so you two looked like a match made in heaven. You couldn’t lie to yourself, Shoto looked enticing all dressed up like that. Suddenly, your hands began to feel very warm…too warm; Shoto was nervous.

“Hey Sho, youre kind of burning me”

“Oh dear god, I’m so sorry let me just-” he tries to pull his hand from yours but you only squeeze tighter.

“Just cool down, you look amazing, and you are NOT letting go of my hand right now” you whispered, trying to reassure him. He only nodded, trying to focus on turning down the heat in his body, but your little compliment made it hard for him to relax. You both made your way to a table that had some familiar faces like Izuku and Ochako; and the table directly across the open floor was Bakugos and the rest of his friends. You all talked and drank and ate, but you kept glancing over, only to see Bakugo avoiding your direction completely. You felt a hand grab onto your thigh and squeeze gently, causing you to jump a bit.

“Y/n, can we, just enjoy our night together? I don’t like to see you all worked up” Shoto admitted. He seemed much more relaxed than before, but there was a hint of anger in his voice. Of course he was concerned about you and your feelings, but the way Bakugo had treated you and continues to make you feel is something that ignites rage within him. You placed your hand on top of his and looked back up at him.

“I’m sorry Sho, you’re right, want to go dance?” you suggested. He wasn’t really the dancing type but he couldn’t pass up on the offer to hold you close. He stood up first and outstretched a hand to you. You gracefully held onto it and allowed yourself to be pulled out of your seat. You signal for the rest of your table to join you guys, hoping that might ease both you and Shoto’s nerves. You two made your way onto the dance floor, a somber acoustic song began playing. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and behind his neck, his hands sat on your waist just above your hips. You began to confidently sway and step side to side with one another. You laid your head on his chest, getting lost in the moment with him. His heart was beating a million miles a second, he was desperately trying to contain the rising warmth he was feeling.

“You look incredible tonight y/n, I hope you know that, even if this stupid plan didnt work” he mumbled. You felt a bit defeated, but having Shoto by your side the entire night helped you feel a lot better.

“Thank you Sho, I actually wanted to tell you th-“

“I think its my turn icyhot, thanks for holding my place” Bakugo growled, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. You looked back at Shoto, his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes wide. He looked angry and stepped to reach for you but you cut him off.

“I’ll tell you what I wanted to say later, I promise” you said, turning back to face Bakugo. Shoto’s face went blank before turning and walking away. Bakugos hands were gripping your sides with ferocity.

“What do you want?” you muttered in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private while dancing.

“Oh nothing, just wanted to see how my girl was doing” he said with a cocky grin. Anger started rising in your chest.

“Not your girl dumbass, and im doing just fine thanks for asking” you retorted, still swaying side to side.

“So you and Todoroki huh? You really are a slut arent you?” he scoffed at you. You shoved him away from you, tears forming in your eyes. He stood back and looked at you with a devilish smile. You scanned the room for Shoto but he was nowhere to be found.

“Go fuck yourself Katsuki” you stuttered out, before pushing your way past him and running into the bathroom. You locked the door behind yourself and leaned against the wall before sliding down onto the ground. You sat there for a moment, you had only ever been with Bakugo, but to hear him call you a slut was a slap in the face. There was no way you could forgive him now, he wasnt who he used to be anymore. You wiped your tears and made your way to the mirror to fix your face up a bit. Then you heard a knock.

“Um occupied?” you called out.

“Y/n open the door” Shoto spoke. You shuffled over to the door and unlocked it and before you could speak he had you in his arms, stepping into the bathroom with you. He shut and locked the door behind himself.

“Sho I’m sorry, I-I just wanted to see what he had to say, I shouldn’t have left you like that..” you said, your voice trembling.

“Its okay, I understand” he reassured you. He was always so rational and compassionate, two things you really needed. He held onto your arms and pulled away from you, looking up and down.

“You still look amazing y/n” he cooed. You blushed a bit before speaking.

“Thank you…I wish I felt amazing though” you whispered, looking down at your feet.

“You know I can help you with that…” he stated plainly. Your head cocked back up to look at him. His gaze was intense, he was being serious. You opened your mouth to speak but his lips were already on yours, shutting you up, and you weren’t going to object. He kept kissing you while walking you back into the sink counter. He easily lifted you up and placed your thighs onto the cold marble. Your short dress allowed him to spread you open so he could stand close. The kissing got ferocious, you both needed more right now. He moved down to your neck and began sucking all over it. You let out little cries feeling his wet tongue snake all around your tender skin. A cold hand was sneaking under your short dress and wet panties to touch your folds.

“Is this okay?” he asked you. You moaned under the feeling of his icy fingers toying with your clit.

“Y-yess its more than okay” you stuttered back. Your confirmation made him speed up, his fingers moving at an inhuman speed. Your legs shook violently as you reached your climax, gushing all over your legs and his fingers. You let out a few deep breaths before placing a hand on his belt and tugging on it.

“More please” you begged, looking up into his heterochrome eyes. That look you gave him, combined with your sweet begging drove him wild.

“Anything for you princess” he groaned. He swiftly undid his belt, allowing his pants to fall to the floor and pressed a kiss onto your lips again while fisting himself. Your tongues mingled with passion, exchanging saliva with one another creating a wet sloppy mess. He moved his hips closer to you now, his cock pressed firmly against your needy cunt. He pulled his lips from yours and looked you in the eyes as he slowly pushed himself into you. He watched your face twist and contort with pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. He grabbed you by the neck with two hands, pushing your head back to lean into the mirror as he began his assault on your cunt. He wanted to see every little face you made while he pounded into you.

“Tell me, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good” he muttered.

“Fuck Shoto ahh y-you are” you cried. Your mind was running wild at the sensation of his cock stretching your walls.

“Louder, I said tell everyone” he demanded, thrusting into you even harder. One hand left your neck and began to savagely attack your sensitive clit.

“SHOTO YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL SO F-FUCKING GOOD” you screamed, the stimulation of his hand on your clit and his cock in your cunt made all coherent thoughts leave your body; You didn’t care who heard you at this point. A satisfied smile creeped over his face.

“Thats better baby, now cum for me” he insisted. You had barely come down from your first high and the next one was already so close. Both of your moans were filling the the tiled bathroom, along with the slaps of his balls against your bare ass. You let out long and loud cries as you came undone for him again.

“AHH fuck god dammit!” you howled out. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders with all your strength as your entire body convulsed with the waves of ecstasy washing over you.

“Good fucking girl” he bucked his hips into you quicker now, chasing his own high. “I don’t wanna see you crying over him ever again” he groaned while still pounding into you. Pleasured tears started to form in your eyes from the sensation, from his voice, from the moment.

“Now those are the tears I like to see” he gruffed. He placed both his hands on your face, thinbing away the little streams falling down your cheeks. His relentless thrusts started to let up as his cock twitched inside you, spewing his hot white liquid all over your plush walls. He leaned over on top of you, letting out deep breaths and sighs. He pulled himself slowly out of you, causing a small mewl to escape your lips. He pulled his pants back on and stood between your dripping legs that were still spread open on the countertop. You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you close into his chest. He placed a hand on top of your head and pat.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked smiling. You removed your head and looked up at him.

“M-much better…I kind of want to ditch this party now though” you whined. Any thoughts you had of Bakugo were gone and all you wanted to do was be with your ‘fake date’ for real.

“Say no more, does my place sound okay?” he asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded and jumped off the counter, pulling your dress down. Part of you felt embarrassed for what just transpired in the bathroom how loud you two must’ve been, but you felt okay knowing Shoto was by your side, holding your hand. He unlocked the door and led the two of you out. Kirishima and Kaminari were passing by and gave you two funny looks.

“I hope you got what you wanted y/n, Bakugo left and hes prettyyyy pissed” Kirishima spoke. You looked up at Shoto who had his same stoic expression on his face. You looked back at the two boys and smiled before speaking.

“I got something a lot better actually” you retorted, holding tightly onto your dates arm as you turned to exit. Both the boys had a dumbfounded look on their face, and Shoto’s face was dusted with pink at your response. You walked out arm in arm, making your way to the exit to to back to his house.

#bnha smut #mha smut #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto fluff #shoto x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

[serovolk]

uhhhh 2 am shoes and status in major grom: plague doctor lets go ! this is just a collection of my thoughts about some of the cinematographic choices so no real meaning besides my brainworms . idk how coherent this will be trying to write seriously makes me embarrassed 

(just before i start note sergey wears one pair of sneakers the whole film even at fancy events)

sergeys expression of class and wealth is entirely for himself. instead of putting energy into performing class elsewhere, like how he dresses or accessorizes, sergey wants to be known for his achievements and tries to stick to a simpler style. 

what differentiates him from the other upperclass characters in the movie is that he uses his status for good, by creating a network for self improvement and donating to his childrens home. creating vmeste and donating are the two facets of his wealth he feels comfortable sharing. the first will allow him to be reognized for what hes done, and the second is a more private type of investment that people arent likely to ask about. hes not donating to keep up his image, but rather because its a cause he wholly supports. 

his past is something he will never fully put behind him, and in a sense, his sneakers are one of the constant reminders of how far hes come. 

some of the more memorable shoe scenes in the movie are from the casino, which opens with this shot of bekhtievs shoe:

and then later feature this conversation

where sergey makes a pretty big deal of putting his feet up on the table, clearly showing off his sneakers. its a bit of a power play, because not only is he much younger than bekhtiev, theyre of the same social status, and sergey has managed to build his own fortune at an early age. also its like hes putting his sneakers on a fancy table. so theres that too. but it forces bekhtiev to acknowledge his status and the fact that this is what new money looks like (sergey the up and coming tech guy with his tennis shoes at a casino opening with the richest people in russia in attendance). sergey is almost stepping on bekhtiev in this scene, and in fact we see that bekhtiev has to let out more oxygen when sergey starts talking to him. 

the casino scene ends, but its not the last time we see it. the final shot of the casino is a day or so later, and it directly parallels the opening scene (sorry i dont have a screenshot of this one) as bekhtievs shoe burns in the middle of the floor. his death doesnt show him as a human, but rather as a symbol of wealth and status falling into irrelevance. 

turning away from shoes for a minute again but as i said before, all of sergeys class performance goes into fulfilling his own desires. his office is full of art that he wanted to see as a child (comics) and now he has the power to possess works that were otherwise going to remain photos in a book. the rest of the world knows hes rich, but they dont know what he cares about or what makes him more than just another billionaire. 

to a degree i feel movie!sergey doesnt even want to be that rich, it just happened as a byproduct of him wanting to fulfill his dream of having art and refreshments/relaxation in his life. 

not sure how to close this out lmao but yeah thats my 2 cents about it all. sergeys presentation and appearance directly contrasts that of the old money characters and serves as a reminder of his past ... or something im not reading this over again so maybe it doesnt even make sense 

#ive been thinking about this one for awhile and i posted it on twt but i have one (1) mgpd friend so #as much as i want international success and popularity for this movie i also have a weird fear that american audiences wont like it or enjoy #it bc its like a superhero movie... u know ... but like ITS MORE THAN THA.T.... #and i also like the bubble of non eng fanspace and i dont want that to disappear #i know this is like stupid to be concerned about but man ... they wouldnt get it .... #anyway yeah these are my incoherent thoughts hope u enjoy #tags tags tags lets see #major grom #мгчд #майор гром чумной доктор #me: ugh american fans... also me: an american fan

[dyketubbo]

when you get a chance, thoughts on seer of space tubbo?

(i am also open to maid of space tubbo, and many others, but i am currently seer leaning)

*wakes up* oh boy time to classpect! under the readmore because seers are interesting enough that i ended up going on a tangent

of course no argument about the aspect because hes 100% a space player, ive discussed heir before i believe, so seer analysis it is, because i havent thought about it before (seers slip my mind sometimes, i love them, my brain is just the equivalent of a ground with a bunch of banana peels and cant handle having more than 4 coherent thoughts at a time).

like said with knights, he doesnt exactly try to tell anyone what he wants to come off as, sure he wants to be intimidating enough that people leave him alone, but, well. he does fit the intimidating thing, its less a facade and more a warning, he doesnt want to hurt anyone, but he will should he deem it necessary (thankfully, tubbos kind enough that he deems it unecessary in most cases). hes a bit too likely to follow through, and its bred from feeling unsafe, rather than feeling insecure. c!tubbo knows he can do things, the cc is more likely to downplay what he does than the character is (not that c!tubbo doesnt, but he does still believe in his abilities, he just doesnt think hes important enough to emphasize his impact. difference between going "oh no it was all __" and going "oh no it wasnt just me" when theres something hes done most of the work on)

so, he almost fits knight, at least in abilities, after all knights are capable and they know theyre capable, and hes very good at the exploitation aspect, pushing limitations and using them for their benefits. i could see him as maybe a knight thats actually gotten past the insecurity and facades already, if we're to consider his spy history as him being pre-actualization. being a space player doesnt really change how solid knight arcs are, so the combination of knight and space doesnt make knight much more fitting for tubbo

similarly, he does fit a few aspects of being a seer (having similar struggles, talking a shitton sometimes, sitting back and observing the world around him when he finds it beneficial to do so, generally very smart especially within their group), but not so much others (seers are often overbearingly smug in a way tubbos a bit too humble for, learning through education rather than experience, having a habit of getting too focused on their goal, and theyre overall passive, being too active is actually how they get themselves into shit, while tubbo gets hurt when hes too passive). seers of space focus more on the present than the future or past, which almost fits tubbo.. if it werent for the fact that he doesnt focus on the future or past out of repression cknsks. not that he would much anyways, but the intentional focus on the present is out of stubborness and trauma rather an actual trait of staying in the present. notably, theres quite a few times where tubbo does think about the past and future, especially when he was younger, and he does try to work towards his ideal future, he just doesnt talk about it much.

funnily enough, because of where seer falls through, he ends up being closer to the mage struggle of, well, getting their asses kicked when theyre too passive because things work out best when theyre involving themselves. mages also have that posturing thing as well, though its connected to intelligence (desperately trying to come off as smarter because they believe theyre still too dumb and naïve, even though theyre actually doing fine), so again, not exactly tubbos kind of posturing. plus, hes pissy, but not pissy enough for a mage, as theyre more likely to get caught up in how fed up they are with everything, while tubbo gets caught up in how much he still cares no matter how much he seems like he doesnt. the space aspect adds that theres.. a shitton of shit happening to and around him, which does fit, at least, and mages of space usually suffer because of their passions, knowledge, and experience, as well as they're rather hands on. again, fits, but, well.

seers and mages are a bit too focused on knowledge for the kind of person tubbo is. hes smart for sure, has a lot of knowledge, and even when hes not a spy he does want to know things and looks for that knowledge, but while he fits the goals and positives of seers (and mages), he doesnt exactly fit their flaws or what happens when theyre unhealthy. not that he needs to show signs of being unhealthy, but even healthy players still show an ability to be the unhealthy versions of their classes. he doesnt get his ass kicked for being too active and tunnel visioned like seers do (and it can sometimes come from ego trips, which tubbos very unlikely to have, even if he fits the "my solution is the most correct here, so we have to follow it" part of it all) like seers, he doesnt have any moments of just refusing to learn and complaining about how everything sucks rather than doing anything about it (nor is he likely too) like mages. he does vaguely fit where the unhealthiness of a knight can come in, propping up a shield to a ridiculous extent and lashing out when their insecurites are picked at, but that feels a bit too reckless to be tubbo (though it does fit tommy).

overall, i can kind of see seer for a slightly different version of tubbo, but it feels too passive for tubbo, if that makes sense. he is passive at least, in terms of classes anyways (note- despite how some classpectors define it, passive doesnt really mean you serve others, its not an insult, it just means you weave your aspect through others, rather than yourself. its the difference between a prince destroying x/destroying through x and a bard allowing destruction of x/inviting destruction through x. still listen to passive classes, thats what seers fall into after all, and seers are very important). its just that tubbo usually gets hurt by being too passive rather than getting hurt by being too active (not that it couldnt happen, which is why i say it could still fit under other circumstances).

speaking of passive v active, if i had to pick a passive class i feel fits tubbo the most, probably heir. active wise, id say maid does actually fit rather well. i feel like ive talked about maid tubbo before but i might be remembering a different analysis so just in case ill generally say i feel he fits the arc of going from a "doormat" to taking their life for themselves. theyre stubborn, stressed out from listening to others, like banter, occassionally silly and can start arguing in circles due to the stubborness (think that one patrick id scene, but smarter). maids are also heavy repressers, they fear being seen as weak, and are unwilling to ask for help. they rely on their environment and hate it.

and, painfully enough, some classpectors state that when pushed into being unhealthy, maids explode. maids are already intimidating on their own, being powerful and smart enough to know what to do with that power, and when they get stressed out enough, they, well, explode. they hurt everyone in one big event (think aradias actions in make her pay). its not necessarily a reckless lashing out at everyone like knights, but a giant burnout that happens to effect everyone. tubbos not at a point where it seems likely for this to happen, but i wouldnt be too surprised if something like it did happen were things to get too be too much. he is the mf with nukes after all. healthy maids are independent, with maids of space specifically, well, making space for themselves and others (sound like a certain snow commune anyone), attempting to start new lives. an independent maid, allowed to be their own person without anyone stepping on them, is a healthy maid. unfortunate for tubbo that his life fucking sucks too hard for him to really get to this point KEKW

heirs fit a similar "followed others then became more independent" arc, mostly unaware that theyre being lead around but, if whats happening aligns with their own ideals, dont really care much that theyre being a follower when they are aware of such. heirs have an instinct to stick to comfort, rather than an instinct to be independent like maids. heirs still need to find their independence and autonomy, but need to do so because they can change things, theyre also very powerful when they play correctly. however, going against what they may feel is best and is more comfortable for them can be actively painful, early heirs often would rather be comfortable and happy even if things arent going well than take the difficult route, know that theyll suffer, and temporarily risk comfort and happiness in an attempt to reach an end they dont know will be there for sure. they can deal with suffering, but choosing to stay constantly aware of this suffering hurts and they struggle with dealing with the fact that they need to be aware to stop the suffering.

heirs change by picking up on subtle details naturally, subconsciously effecting those around them, making either themself or others interact with their aspect differently (or actively not think with their own aspect, in a positive way). heirs, when self aware, want to help. thats an important detail, and its why heirs are often protagonists, they dont have the ambition to do things that only benefit themselves when they realize theyre in a position of power. at their core, heirs usually want to make things better, but learning to move on and better themselves can hurt, and it takes a lot for heirs to to let it be apart of the process.

unhealthy heirs fade. they get so stressed out by getting hurt that they shrink back into themselves, they stick with what makes them comfortable and refuse to acknowledge that they and others are hurting, wrapped up in their more selfish instincts and becoming hard and stressful to deal with. "i want everything to be okay" becomes "i dont want to deal with the idea that nothings okay right now", soon getting to "im okay and you cant tell me otherwise, fuck you if you want to take this away from me, you cant stop me but i will stop you". of course, that last one can be useful if a heir were to use it to change things for the better, but the tunnel vision on "i want to be comfortable even if im making others uncomfortable" is, well. shitty. unhealthy heirs wont actively try to hurt anyone unless pushed, but they can they can still manage to through a lack of acknowledging that they have to help. and well, that sounds somewhat like tubbo, the hurting through a lack of helping, at the very least its present in things like him not visiting tommy during exile (partially because it was safer to just not challenge dream, partially out of guilt and belief that tommy hated him)

heirs of space specifically are about flitting from project to project, learning about what interests them, impatient when others dont share their excitement, and learning when to adapt and move on from things. generally, if i had to put a scale on it, id say tubbos most likely to be a heir, then a maid, then a seer. it all depends on what aspects of him you wanna focus on, really. seer tubbo is really interesting though! i think seers are more smug than he is though, not that he doesnt have his moments, but his tendency to believe hes right isnt all too prominent compared to other traits of his, and its less from a smug "i know whats right" and more just a firm "this isnt right, i have a better idea". he wants to do whats right, but if he feels like he doesnt know whats right, hes willing to rely on others, it just.. takes him a bit of pushing to admit such

#i took like 5 hours on this hope you appreciate it max /lh #i enjoy classpecting though and i enjoy tubbo even more so its alright #dsmp #tubbo #dsmp classpects #hs #angel answers #long post #(iirc about 14 or 16 paragraphs maybe? #*)

[littlx-songbxrd]

Chain of Iron:Death theory

As the awaited release date for Chain of Iron approaches and the fandom decends into pure madness, I want to put in my last two cents of overthinking before I stop having coherent thoughts

So we all know this is a second book, and second books bring the absolute pain in the shadowhunter chronicles. There is likely going to be a death from the mains considering the theme of this book, and I am here to throw my theory and reasons as to who I think it might be. Im here to sadly theorize about why I think Christopher Lightwood might not make it past the last hours

1. Tatianas revenge

Right now, Tatiana wants revenge after all our main families: the carstairs, herondales, fairchilds and both branches of the lightwoods. For the lightwood-collins theres barbaras death. For the herondales her daughter has been manipulating their son for over 6 years. Theres a theory that the fairy poison Mathew bought that caused Charlottes misscarriage could be traced back to her. And there are other theories that Elias dissaperance between chog and choi could have something to do with Belial. As of right now the only family who is yet to recieve any permanent damage or tragedy are the lightwood-herondales. Which is really ironic considering its the only family that has two bloodlines Tatiana wants to harm. Not only that, but theyre also the children of who Tatiana blames directly for her fathers death, Gabriel. It seems fishy to me there hasn't been any permanent damage in their family, and I dont think that is gonna last for long

2. The family tree

The family tree states that Grace Cartwright (Aka Grace Blackthorn) marries Christopher Lightwood and theyre the ones who continue the line that leads to Alec and Isabelle. Now Cassandra has said varius times the family tree can be misleading, and I am a firm believer this is one of the misleading ends. Why this lie was created, I'm not sure, but lets analize some things. As of right now there are 5 lightwood children. At least 3 of them can pass down the lightwood name. Of those three, if we take into account that Thomas may not have kids due to being gay, that still leaves two branches of lightwood kids that may continue on. As of present time we only have word of one line, Alec and Isabelles. And Robert isnt said to have any cousins, theres no mention in the future of another lightwood line. So the idea that both Alexander and Christopher have kids is pretty unbelivable considering theres only one lightwood line in the future. Unless Alexander goes on to have only girls and Christopher has only one boy, it seems more likely the family tree is wrong. Isabelle and Alec are confirmed as of the bane chronicles to be decendants of Gabriel lightwood (Isabelle makes a reference to looking up her great great grandfather Gabriel Lightwood and telling magnus he was hot in the last story of the book)

So its already confirmed they're a) the last decendants of the lightwood line and b) that line stems from Gabriel. If we based ourselves solely on the family tree and Christopher being the one carrying the line, that would have been believable enough not to raise any red flags. Christopher IS the son of Grabriel Lightwood, able bodied and seems to have a general attraction to women (I mean, we all know hes aro/ace but lets stick with canon). There isnt anything pointing to him not being able to marry and have kids. Where the red flags raise for me is with Alexander

Alexander wasnt in the original plans for the family tree, he was added when Cassie started writting the last hours. If you take into account his role in chog, there really was no reason to add Alexander Lightwood. He doesnt seem to do anything, hes a 3 year old kid, you can very well delete him from the narrative and nothing would change. So why did Cassandra add him?? Why did she decide to make Cecily and Gabriel have another kid ?

To me, it seems a lot like the baby carstairs situation . The family tree says Alastair carries the carstairs line, Alastair is a gay man so he cant have biological kids, theres another unplaned baby to carry the line. It seems to me Christopher carrying the lightwood line is a lie, and Alexanders role is to carry it in his place. I even found a little info from an ask wayy before chain of gold came out where it said Alexander had green eyes, but in the book she changed it to blue eyes. The exact same shade the modern day lightwoods seem to have. A trait hes more likely to pass down than his lavender eyed brother who supposedly "marries" grey eyed grace

3. Character Arc

Characters in literature need goals, things to work for or work towards through the story in order for them to develop. We call those things character arcs, and it seems we have all ignored how christophers may have indirectly ended. If you read his short story, or just overall analize his character, his main goal is simple. He wants to create something that will help the nephlim through science. His personal character arc is that he wants to prove himself and his skill to the clave using his passion to be a hero.

An arc that could have been expanded all through the series, and ended with him using his skills in the end to defeat belial in some way, proving his passions worth. Through the story we could have had a glimpse at his struggles, how he was put down, the failed attempts, fustrations etc. This all could have rounded christopher as a character, and brought more satisfaction to the end goal of his arc which is proving the value of his science. But instead, his arc in book seemingly already ended? Because he did it, he figured out a way to combine science with his duty and saved the entire enclave from the demon poison. He is now acclaimed a hero for his skills. All the other characters have things to finish going into chain of iron, Christopher doesnt. Why would she end an arc that could have taken through the entire series in just one book? Christopher is the only secondary character with a defined personality and a lack of arc to look foward too in following books. This could all point that his arc was rushed because it was being cut short

4. Lightwood blood

There has been a lot of theories going around about Thomas being the one who gets killed in this book, which is resonable considering the unerving amount of forehsadowing we've had to him getting himself caught up in something. But I raise you this, why would CC be giving us so much assurance that Thomas was going to get hurt if she was going to kill him? Not only would she be reaveling one of her most devastating murders, she would basically be spoiling a very big part of her own book. Thomas death would affect everyone, if she WERE to kill him she wouldnt be indulging us in our Thomas death theory as much as she has. Itd be too expectable, I actually believe that by giving us all the info she has she has more or less confirmed he wont die.

I believe this is all a decoy. Shes giving us foreshadowing towards something bad happening to Thomas, to cover up the very big reality shes planning to kill someone else. Theres a very big chance that for the resurection, theyre gonna need Jesses families blood. Same way Malcom needed blackthorn blood to raise Annabel. As of rightnow there arent any blackthorns (by blood) left alive, the only blood relatives Jesse still had are the lightwoods. So we already know Thomas gets captured by the murderer (referenece to the art), but it is most likely he gets rescued. People speculate he most likely got captured for the resurection Tatianas trying to do, because of his lightwood blood. But if Thomas escapes, Tatiana still needs her families blood. And I'd like to point out this is also where the fact she hasnt taken permanent revenge on the lightwood-herondales would come in. Theres a good chance that if the murders are releated to her, and she cant have Thomas, she wont stop at just Thomas.

5. Story relevance

In all sense of story, Christopher is the perfect candidate to kill. As hard as that is to say: he's a secondary character, who has a well defined personality, loved enough by the fans that there would certainly be a shock factor following his death, important enough to the story that there would be a big impact to the narrative, and interwined enough with the main characters to cause emotional distress in the story. His arc is indirectly done, this author has a history of killing lightwoods, there isnt much to discourage the possibility he might be killed besides the faulty family tree. And as I said, that tree has been stated multiple times to be misleading

Bonus prove

6. Christophers cut-out

Same way were analizing the hell out of a broken spear, why are we not talking about the skull on christophers?

(Sorry couldnt get better quality pics)

The truth is, I hate this theory as much as everyone, Im genuinly hoping chain of iron proves me wrong. But there are 5 deaths comming, and not all of them can be side characters. Cordelia Lucie and James all have main character protection. I already explained why Thomas dying is unlikely. Anna, Ariadne and Alastair have gay protection (and I think some asks about Alastair dying were pretty much answered with a discreet no)

If there are mains dying, Christophers the most likely to go

#Trust me I hate this as much as everyone does #CHRISTOPHERS MY FAVORITE LIKE DO YOU THINK I WANT HIM TO DIE- #BUT IT MAKES SENSE #AND I HATE IT #tlh #tsc #chain of iron #chain of gold #the last hours #cassandra clare #chain of thorns #choi #christopher lightwood #lightwoods #chain of iron theories #the last hours rant #the last hours theory #tatiana blackthorn #belial #gabriel lightwood #cecily lightwood #tw: death #theories

[starlightshore]

I'm seeing the sunrise and wow. yeah. it's beautiful. ive wanted to see the sunrise for years, maybe always. but ive never had a good view to see it until now. and sharing this apartment (which creaks and has thin walls) i couldnt justify standing in the bathroom all morning to see it

i happened to today at the perfect time -6:30. while i couldnt see the literal sun, the sky was such a pastel rainbow. the clouds a warm blue contrasted against pinks and yellows...

ive seen hundreds of sunsets: in a backyard, on the road, walks with dogs but i think this was my first proper view of a sunrise.

i feel alive and at peace. after a night of anxiety and grief i can breathe. im calm.

there was a spider in the window. at first i thought of it as getting in the way of the view but no, its as much as nature as the sky and as i am. idk if this post is any coherent but it grounded me.

things arent fine, the world is not fine but its also not black and white. we were never meant to comprehend the vast complexity and pain of this world. the spider does not know of capitalism or my own suffering just as I do not know if it is ill or hungry. we exist right now, the world is spectrum of light and feeling. it is both the most subjective and objective constant of this world. Our minds only having one perspective to gaze through, unique yet the same at once.

Yes. It's a cruel, painful world but it's not all black. It exists in rainbows of all things, neutrally and without human intervention. We exist as a part of this world and we can never fully separate or conquer the objective truth of this. We are mortal and no more or less than any other creature on earth. Not good nor evil, just alive, then one day, not.

Idk maybe this is why I don't write poetry often. I feel on the verge of something profound here but it's all just wax poetic. Idk it's just like. I live my life on the computer and the only people I see in real life are my mom and brother. (And sometimes dad). It's been that way for over a year now and I've lost a sense of reality and my personhood. I've had identity issues before but It's a whole new level of twisted. It's so rare I'm grounded and feel like a real person. I feel melancholy as hell rn.

#personal stuff #---- #------ #--- #-------- #death

[passable-talent]

Hi yes so I just finished the anakin punk au and it was uh perfect? And you should 100% please write more in that au it doesn’t even have to be in some coherent storyline, just more punk anakin please I am hooked

say no more my dear

I write this. and I think to myself “punks. they like weed. they drink. I should talk about that.”

and then I don’t. because I have a,,, responsibility to promote good health I guess?

don’t do drugs kids. most of them arent worth it i promise

and yes just like i mentioned wattpad in the last one tumblr is coming up on this one we’re breaking the FUCKING fourth wall

part one here

You passed out on his shoulder, exactly as he predicted, at about 2:00 AM.

He didn’t notice for a few minutes, and once he had, he had to make a very hard decision. 

He knew you were leaving in the morning, you had other places to be. And he had to get home, Cliegg was going to be pissed he’d been out this late as it was. But- just like you, he never wanted the night to end.

At 2:15, he shimmied out from under you, finding your room key quickly. Once he’d slipped it into his pocket, he picked you up, carrying you all the way back to your room. The door seemed to scream as it opened, but none of the girls were awake. He laid you onto the only empty bed, leaving your room key on the dresser, and kneeled at your beside, for just a moment. 

A night he wasn’t going to forget. One he wasn’t willing to leave behind. 

He found the notepad left by the hotel for guests and its nearby pen, scribbling his phone number onto it before smacking it onto your room key so that he knew you’d see it. 

He wasn’t taking any chances. He did everything he could to make sure that you were safe, that you’d sleep soundly, that he’d see you again. It was a bit of a walk back to where he’d left his car, at the venue, but it was worth it- he shrugged his jacket up around his neck against the cold and kept going, remembering how it’d felt to hold you. 

But, in all of his kindness, he had made one mistake. You didn’t get to say goodbye. 

You woke up in the hotel room the next morning, for a moment thinking that maybe you’d dreamed the whole thing. But then you realized you still had your shoes on, and you were laying on top of the sheets, why the hell would I do that, and you phone hadn’t been plugged in, and- 

And there was a phone number on the dresser. 

You weren’t really ‘dating’- you shouldn’t call it that. If you were going to call it that, then there would inevitably be a post on someone’s tumblr that you had a boyfriend, and who was he, where was he from, yada yada... that damn website already had half the internet convinced you were dating Padme, you didn’t want to add any more fuel to the fire. 

So no, you weren’t dating. But you were texting every day. You learned so much about him, about how he was raised by his mom and worked at her friend Watto’s auto shop, about his step-brother and future step-sister-in-law, how his mom died when he was nineteen, about how he’d tried to move to California with his friend Obi-Wan a few years ago, but it fell through. In return, you told him about your life- living in the outskirts of San Francisco, being pushed into ballet lessons as a kid (as he said- ‘that’s why you look weightless on stage!’), being cut out from your family for quitting college to pursue music. 

You texted every day and every night, sent him videos from gigs, and he sent dumb little snapchats from underneath whatever car he was working on. You expected that to be it, probably for a long time- neither of you had the money nor the time to see each other more often. So you held onto the connection you had, the night you’d spent together. 

And you thought that’d be it. But- the universe has a funny way of surprising you. 

Your record label was based in LA, so you lived in Salta Ana, about thirty miles away, where the real estate was way cheaper. The band lived together, close as four friends could be, so they knew all about how you’d fallen for Anakin. Ahsoka would notice you glued to your phone, and ask snarkily “texting skyguy?” to which you always scolded her that his name was Skywalker. 

Living so close to LA made it easy to do gigs at any venue that would take you- bars, clubs, a particularly anarchist biker hall. A bar- such was the case for tonight. 

Like usual with a gig like this, Aayla had taken to instagram and called any fan in the area, so the bar was mostly filled with people who knew the music, but there were regulars, too. People who couldn’t be damned to listen to the lyrics, and just let the atmosphere move them. 

The setlist changed, when you were at a place like this. You didn’t necessarily rely on the hundred voice chorus that you loved so much, and so couldn’t include some of those songs. Your music strayed a little more to the rock end of the spectrum, when you played in places like this. With that high energy came faster music, more running around the stage, more movement, but you weren’t tired, when the set ended at 11:25. You were more energized than usual, in fact.

“Pads, I’ve never heard you solo like that!” You said, a bright smile on your face as you pushed out of the employee entrance of the bar. She gave you thanks, but not a moment later stopped dead, not saying a word, staring at you. You paused, looking at her, then Ahsoka and Aayla, who’d both stopped, too. 

“What?” Ahsoka and Aayla, though, were looking at something past you, which made you realize that Padme was, too. You turned, and leaning against the wall was- was Anakin. 

“Oh my god,” you said under your breath, dropping into a run toward him immediately. “Anakin!” He shoved himself off of the wall, letting you run into his arms, and just held you. You pulled away to look at him, amazed that after months, here he was, right in front of you, real. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, bewildered, surprised, ecstatic. 

“Visiting Obi-Wan,” he said, and he lifted his hand to your face, giving you a good look at that tattoo you hadn’t quite forgotten, dark lines reaching from his elbow to his palm. 

“And you,” he added. You couldn’t help it- you hadn’t seen him in so long, you couldn’t help the way you leaned into it when he pulled you into a kiss, and this time you weren’t exhausted, and you could let yourself feel it, you could pay attention to his chapped lips and the way he slid them over yours, still soft, even after waiting in the cold. You never wanted to leave this moment, like so many of the others that you spent with him, his hands on your face keeping away the January air. 

“Yeah, I’m heading home,” Ahsoka said, making you break the kiss. “Coming, or not?” You looked back at her with a bit of a glare, letting Anakin’s hands fall to your neck. 

“You guys go ahead,” you said, checking your jacket pocket for the essentials- wallet, phone, house keys. “I think I have a tradition to uphold.” 

The bar you’d played at tonight was a bit far away from the place you wanted to take Anakin, but you didn’t mind the walk, since it was with him. You’d been texting every day, and yet it felt different, there was so much more to talk about now. 

Apparently, Anakin hadn’t seen Obi-Wan since he’d left to move to LA, so it was a visit to an old friend as much as it was an excuse to see you again. 

“So you’re staying with him?” You asked, leading him by the arm down the street. 

“Yeah,” he said, hooking his elbow into yours, which let him keep his hands in his pockets. “He’s got an apartment in east LA, it’s got a nice couch.”

“East LA, not bad. What’s he do?” 

“He’s a talent manager, actually. Went to business school and everything.” Anakin paused, suppressing a chuckle. “He told me that he’d love to represent you, if you didn’t already have someone.” 

“Sadly, we do,” you said, playful, “but I’ll keep him in mind.” 

You’d pretend it was the winter chill that brought the flush to your cheeks- he’d told his friend about you. That had to mean you were important to him, right?

“Where are we heading, anyway?” He asked, and you, luckily, could channel your inner dramatic and turn toward the doorway you’d been heading toward all along. 

“Right here,” you said, and you took him inside. 

This was your recording studio- it was always open, so that any artist could stop in and get out whatever creativity they had. You showed your ID card to the lobby clerk, who approved it and called the elevator. Anakin followed your lead until the door closed, and just like you had on the night you met him, you pressed the button for the highest floor. 

“This is one of the buildings for our record company,” you said, the elevator so familiar. 

“Which would explain why he let you in,” Anakin said, a slight teasing tone to his voice. All you could do was chuckle, waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor.

From there, you lead him to a glass door, and swiped your ID card through a reader near its frame so you could step outside. 

“This is the rooftop set,” you said, gesturing to the wide space, “It’s where we film a lot of music videos.” This close to the door, it was hard to see over the side of the building, and so you took Anakin’s hand.

“The city lights keep us from stargazing,” you said with a smile, and brought him to the guardrail at the edge of the roof. “So I thought I’d show you the city’s version of the night sky.” Looking out across the city, there were a thousand orange sparkles, windows illuminated in buildings stretching as far as the eye could see. Criss-crossed between them were lines of red and white, LA traffic clogging the city streets even so late at night. 

No matter how many times you came up here, you’d never get tired of the view. Fifty-five stories up, there were other buildings that dwarfed this tower, but the west was free of them, so your view to the horizon was clear, even in the LA overcast. 

“Wow,” he said, looking out over it all beside you. “I’ve never- I don’t think I’ve ever been up this high.” You fixed him with a surprised expression, leaning your elbows down onto the banister. 

“No? Really?”

“I didn’t grow up in a city, like you,” he said, settling in beside you, his arm pressed to yours. You let your head rest onto his shoulder, remembering the night you met. 

“I’m glad you came out to LA,” you said, “though I’m hoping you’ll stay a while. I  want to go on an actual date with you.” You heard him exhale.

“You don’t call this a date?” he asked, and you lifted your head, looking at him, the lights of the city giving his face the slightest, golden glow. 

“Well, I mean-” If this was a date, then so had been the one after the show, back in October. Which meant this was your second date, and you’d technically been ‘dating’ this whole time, which kinda made him your- boyfriend? 

“Is it?” Anakin slipped his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

“This is better than any dinner and movie we could’ve gone to, I think.” He turned over your hand, tracing his first finger over the skyline tattoo that bisected your forearm. “Especially since it seems like this means a lot to you.” You couldn’t believe he’d noticed that tattoo- it meant he really was paying attention to you. 

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, lifting your arm up, his hand still held in yours, aligning the tattoo with the skyline you were looking at. “I got this done after we did our first video.” Silently, he examined the ink and compared it to the sky, seeing what you meant. 

“That’s really cool,” he said, bringing your hand back down, since his fingers were getting cold in the wind, and he had to assume yours were too. 

“How long are you going to be in town?” You asked, resting your temple down onto his shoulder again. 

“A week, or so. Watto says he needs me to work on a mustang that we’re getting- I think Cliegg told him to say that since he doesn’t want me in the city.” 

“Well, I don’t want to undermine your dad,” you said, “But I wouldn’t complain if you stayed here a lot longer than that.” You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. “It’s really nice to actually have you with me, and not over the phone.” Anakin turned to kiss the top of your head.

“Tell me about it. It’s worse for me, I promise- I listen to your music all the time, and it just makes me want to see you.” 

“Sometimes I forget that you were once just a fan,” you said with a laugh, “listening to our music.” 

“The luckiest one in the world,” Anakin added, and you almost wondered how you’d ever lived without him. 

You let a moment pass, in silence. 

“I’m twenty five,” you started, wondering if you had the courage to finish, “do you think I’m too young to be in love?” Anakin didn’t respond, at first. He turned to you, lifting his furthest hand to your face, making you look up at him. You could never get over those blue eyes- you’d forgotten how intense they were. 

“I guess it depends on the guy,” Anakin said, his teeth quickly catching his lower lip. “Do you think you are?” You reached up past his arm to his face, your first finger tracing his eyebrow before your palm came to rest on the ridge of his cheekbone.

“No,” you said, and you rushed forward to meet his lips. 

-🦌 Roe

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