#I hate having to write that fucking tag a bajillion ways

[evasive-anon]

Let Danny’s Parents Be Criminals

I hate the reveal gone wrong trope in the dpxdc fandom because we know Jack and Maddie end up supporting Danny and Dani in the end. His parents have some major flaws but wanting to torture their actual child isn’t one. What they are guilty of is going way too hard on any plan they cook up without thinking of the consequences.

If I were writing a dpxdc fic and I wanted Danny in adoptable status I’d just have Jack and Maddie in jail on charges of domestic terrorism after they killed off GIW agents and destroyed the GIW’s bases. They realized their ghost kids were in potential danger and went at the government the same way they went at ghosts, guns blazing and with reckless driving.

They end up in federal prison and they Vlad wins custody cause he’s rich and there is your runaway Danny plot starter.

#been thinking about this a long time and idk why it never seemed to be thought of or used by anyone else #not agnsty enough maybe?? #people do love whump #rambles #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x batman #batman x dp #I hate having to write that fucking tag a bajillion ways #dpxdc prompt #dp x dc prompt #it’s a prompt if you squint #just realized I misspelled angsty but I’m on mobile and I’d have to rewrite the whole tag so that’s not happening #oc

[yesokayiknow]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

@taardisblue tagged me thanks babe xoxo these are all wips bc why not lmao & im not tagging anyone bc im tired & scared ✌ (also i think my favourite one is the schitt’s creek one ngl)

1. untitled wandavision post canon scarletvision & wanda/agatha poly negotiations :) (document title: gay witch time)

‘So,’ Agatha says, not looking away from the television screen, ‘you two aren’t really married, right?’

2. untitled schitt’s creek post canon stevie/alexis

"David," Alexis hisses, "why the fuck does Stevie still think she's straight?"

3. untitled beetlejuice the musical post canon beej & delia

“Hey,” Beej says, trying and failing to sound casual, as though he didn’t just spend ten straight minutes awkwardly pacing by the kitchen door before entering.

4. untitled wandavision au darcy & wanda

‘Okay so, I only took like, half a semester of psychology,’ Darcy says, ‘but I’m like, a bajillion percent sure that you need therapy.’

5. untitled arrow s6 au siren pov where everyone defects from ota to the bby team (doc title: ehhhhh ill give this an actual title later but you already know what this is bitch)

“We would’ve helped sooner if we’d known,” Drake says.

6. untitled firebringer reincarnation au (doc title: IDK MAYBE THIS HAS CHAPTERS WHO KNOWS)

“Y’know,” Schwoopsie says, as Zazz jabs the doorbell for the fifth time, “we should’ve just, just called ahead.”

7. untitled original work (fake marriage fantasy story!!)

It’s a wet Tuesday morning, and your father is dead.

8. untitled dw (doc title: s10 family and make up)

“What,” Missy says, “is that.”

9. original work (title: Ostriches Have Twice as Many Knees as Us and That's Where We Went Wrong)

‘Don't stand like that,’ she says, ‘it makes you look like you're giving a TED talk.’

10. untitled dw timeless children au (doc title: OKAY MARTHA & SPYDOC LETS G O)

"What did you do to her?"

11. untitled ocean’s 8 queerplatonic heist wives (doc title: god why dont they just kill me)

It didn’t take Lou long to realise that Debbie Ocean isn’t wired in the same way that most people are, that she isn’t motivated by love or sex or money.

12. untitled dc’s titans dick/kory/dawn/hank/donna

“You know,” Kory says, one day, apropos of nothing, “on my planet, children are raised communally.”

13. untitled killing eve s2 au (doc title: i hate u maddington)

it hurts, but it’s the wrong kind of hurt.

14. untitled unreal post canon

“so, now what?”

15. untitled the good place zombie apocalypse au

“I dunno, dude,” she says, in a rare quiet moment.

16. untitled star trek discovery michael/tilly mutually oblivious pining ;-;

“We need to discuss your daughter and her intentions,” Georgiou says, and Stamets chokes on his cereal.

17. untitled arrow au (doc title: winter soldier!laurel except its the league not hydra thank fuck no nazis in this)

This time, you have two full days of memory.

18. untitled dw s9 au clara/missy

“This,” Clara says, for the fifth time, “is not a date.”

19. untitled dw clara/12 the sad existential wingfic au (doc title: wf)

You can fix this, you say, and even though your expression is carefully neutral, and your voice is calm and steady, your feathers shudder in your anxiety.

20. untitled original work (this is my creative writing bachelor’s project aka the thing i need to write instead of writing fic haha oh no)

There’s a monster in the woods behind your house.

#/tagged #my fanfic #writing #the word untitled doesn't look like a word anymore #yeah i forgot 4/5 of these even exist it be like that

[arofili]

Fic Writer Interview

tagged by @dialux, thank you so much!!

Name: I am starlightwalking on ao3!

Fandoms: I’ve been mostly in the Tolkien fandom ever since I joined AO3; these days I write mostly Silm fic. But I also dabble in TAZ and Les Mis from time to time!

Where you post: AO3 and tumblr!

Most Popular One-shot: (going by hits for this one, though personally I measure the success of a fic by comments more than anything else. but hits are probably the best measure for popularity)

(extremely long sigh) ......... “Free from the ties that bind,” the only Fast and Furious fic I’ve written (and the only one I plan to write). people are just really here for Dom and Brian, which, like, I get that, there’s a reason I wrote the fic, but c’mon this is NOT something i’m like, The Most Proud Of

for Tolkien oneshots, though, it’s my Gigolas fic from TRSB19, “Love and Fear” :) I like that one a lot!

and for Silm oneshots specifically, it’s “It is the star to every wand’ring bark,” a Maglor-comes-home-to-Valinor fic I wrote for B2MeM19. I totally get why that one is well-liked; Maglor is a beloved character who FINALLY gets his happy ending here ;-;

Most Popular Multichap: A Merrier Place, the first BotFA fixit fic I wrote, way back in 2015. I get why, we were all in need of fixits then, but also I have way better fics now ;-; I don’t think I’ll surpass this anytime soon, it outstrips my next-most-popular fic by over 2k hits.

Favorite story you’ve written so far: “One More Time With Feeling,” aka the Russingon Fake Dating AU I wrote for TRSB20! I had so much fun writing this, I think it’ll be my favorite for awhile :D

Fic you were nervous to post: oh man I’m always super nervous posting smut; I think especially “the fire of life” (also written for TRSB20) was nervewracking because of how intense it got and also because there was a LOT of plot and I was worried about characterization too.

How do you choose your titles: Well, I’m currently waiting for someone to notice the pattern in the fic titles within the wondrous parts of you and I... but generally I’ll pull a quote from either the fic itself or a song, book, etc.

Do you outline: oh yeah absolutely! anything that isn’t super spontaneous gets an outline; sometimes even those fics do too. whether or not I stick to the outline is a toss-up, but I’m a planner for sure.

Complete: I’ve only ever not completed one fic (the Kiliel space AU I took down with the vague idea of turning into an original story) and it still haunts me. I am very determined to finish all my fics at some point; I hate leaving things hanging! As of now (12/8/20), 294 of my total 298 fics are marked as complete. Most of those are oneshots, though.

In progress: I have 4 fics marked as in-progress on AO3: Moonlight, the spiritual successor to A Merrier Place in that it’s a second, hopefully better take on a BotFA fixit AU; Cause and Consequence, the story of my Silm OC Ryndil; Roads Go On, my Modern Middle-earth retelling of LoTR; and In the Grey, the story of another Silm OC, Thennes.

Those aren’t my only WIPs, of course - I’m also working on a few different series! I still have ideas for the Feanorian Redemption verse, though they’re mostly “filler” fics, not actually plot-focused stories; the world as we know it, my Silm modern AU, still has a ways to go with plot (not to mention the filler stuff I have ideas for!); the wondrous parts of you and I (linked in a previous answer) aka the Trans Finno Verse, is likewise a ways from completion; My dearest cousin(s) (aka Finrod FUCKS) has been gathering dust since I posted the first installment but I do plan to finish it eventually; and finally synchronize into a love you’ve never known, aka the Russingon Fake Dating AU, has a few more installments I’m planning on writing, including the currently-about-halfway-done story of Finno’s POV of the main fic :)

Oh, and I have several WIPs that are currently languishing in my Google Drive. :P

Coming soon/not yet started: I’m currently working on holiday exchanges and events! But after that I’m planning to update Roads Go On, and then maybe focus on some of the fics I haven’t shared with y’all yet.

Prompts?: I love taking prompts! they’re not currently open (maybe after the holidays?) but I have a lot of fun writing ficlets for other people :D

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: I am constantly daydreaming about my Russingon Arranged Marriage AU, which starts off as a comedy of errors about Mae and Finno and their dads but eventually just turns into a sprawling AU that’s really just an excuse to give everyone a bajillion kids and have everything be okay for once. When will I write this? Frankly I have no idea but I hope I will eventually!

i tag @buffintruder @absynthe--minded @aowyn @nikosheba @elesianne @crackinthecup @jail-crow-of-mandos and @thishazeleyeddemon - if you’d like to, no pressure :)

#tag games #dialux #writing updates #this was really fun thanks for the tag!!! #free from the ties that bind #love and fear #it is the star to every wand'ring bark #a merrier place #one more time with feeling #the fire of life #only tagging the fics i actually discussed not the ones i just mentioned

[pinkplantmakesstuff]

Okay I gotta know more about Alec’s dragon powers! How did he get them at first? Was he born having Zhaitan like powers already for did he receive them somehow?

This has taken a bajillion years for me to write omg but thanks for asking @inkberrry it makes me really pleased ;0; (Also I was gonna add art and screenshots to explain better but I got anxious about taking so long so one day I’ll do that separately)

Right so Alec is SUPER like, Mary Sue canon breaking baloney and I was really embarrassed about sharing him to start with but the fact people don't seem to mind is really nice?? (I had a BAD time with some super canon sticking people initially oops) So yeah most of this is over the top and doesn't follow the official lore AT ALL. ALSO I'm only up to Living World 3 atm so this might all change!

Also this is gonna be SUPER LONG (Maybe so I’m going to bung it under a cut)

Right so there are 2 ideas I am toying with and this is the first;

The first idea is that he is somehow able to absorb magic. 

Maybe some of Zhaitan's magic spilt into him before he was born and he's more susceptible to accepting and assimilating magic then most beings (for reasons I don't know oops). 

So his only magic is absorbing and taking other really powerful magic. So if the dragons didn't exist? Alec would have no powers.

I THINK it's said that when the dragons die their magic flows back into the world, and considering Alec is LITERALLY right there he gets a whole dose of evil dragon magic, which is affecting the powers he controls but also his form.

Because he can absorb the powers, after fighting Zhaitan his risen/necromancey got stronger, and once he fought Mordremoth he can control plants and tendrils (And combine the two powers too!) 

ALSO! He looses his arm fighting Mordremoth/saving Trahearne (Yeah it's a Trahearne is rescued au too) instead of simply repairing Caladbolg his new tendril plant magic and the fact Caladbolg  IS a magic sword, it fuses to his stump as sort of a plant sylvari sword arm that changes between normal planty arm to big cool sword arm (This happens in the second idea too!)

Second completely wild, over-the-top, maybe the one I’m leaning towards idea that makes Alec completely self-indulgent/important ;0;   :

Heads up I know nothing about the massive in-depth wider lore of GW2 and don’t have that much interest in learning? To me gw2 is a fun playground for me to create things and stories in so bare with me XD

So you have the six human gods who made everything? Well WHAT IF they had like, a rival thing that was like, an evil demon thing that was just as powerful. I call this dude “The Destroyer”. 

So The Destroyer wants to destroy! He hates the six and is like “I’m a jerk blah blah blah I’m gonna make these six evil dragons to fuck up the cool stuff you are all building and those humans and the stuff others are creating. This weakens him a LOT and the six gods kick his ass and he “dies”.

Cept he doesn’t die! Zhaitan as one of his creations power, accidentally reforms a much MUCH weaker version of the Destroyer as Alec or like, reawakens a weak dormant destroyer who takes over a human babby. Cept he doesn’t know this, is raised as humans and with humans and is basically just a timid dude who tries to do good.

Because the Destroyer created the dragons, each one he kills Alec reabsorbs a portion of it’s powers! (So like the first idea basically)

I know a bit about Balthazar so I think it could be neat that Balthazar recognises Alec as The Destroyer (And iunno what happens in PoF that much so I’ll leave it there for now.)

Either way the Destroyer is no longer the destroyer and just Alec the tired Commander.

Also this explains in my head why Alec survives SO much bullshit all the time whereas I’m pretty sure a normal human would have died preeetty quickly in his shoes. ALSO explains why he didn’t go mad when he saw the Eternal Alchemy coz I guess he’d be part of it???

ANYWAY weird ramble over. Sorry this isn’t super coherant or fancy or even edited/read a second time to make sure it makes sense (Or even that dragony in the end? The third option is he just, is connected to the dragons somehow which was my initial idea but then I got carried away over the past few months). And ta again for letting me indulge omg! Also I tagged your main blog iunno if you’d rather I tagged ResonatingFern oops >.<

#gw2 #alec shadowdancer #matt ramble #inkberrry

[catholicdaredevil]

Dating Bucky Barnes would include (Bucky x Gender Neutral!Reader)

Hey so I’ve been super busy with tons of things and I apologize for not being more active in my writing. I’m gonna try and post more fics and hcs and literally just everything for you guys and I appreciate the patience! In the meantime if you have any requests please please send them in! As well as HUGE thanks to Gigi for helping me so much with this! I wrote it at like 5 am last night on some sleeping meds sent it to her and went to sleep and she helped me workshop the whole thing. Make sure to check her out and her writing cause she’s so talented!!! Okay enough from me here we go!

Word count: 867

Warnings: Some nsfw themes nothing super detailed and flufff and what should be a gender neutral reader (I say should cause I fuck up a lot y’all)

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Dating Bucky would include…

let’s just be real we all know it

bucky barnes loves having his hair braided and played with

he loves having long hair and feeling your fingers card through it as you either braid or tug or even just massage his scalp

but he wouldn’t let you play with his hair at first

cause post winter soldier™️ bucky is scared of touch for so long

cause he hasn’t been touched in a non violent way in what seems like forever

it’s not all that he doesn’t think he can control himself, he’s pretty confident in that these days for the most part

it’s just… uncomfortable

it almost feels unnatural

he doesn’t understand how casually the rest of the team touch each other

he’s constantly left questioning it when he sees nat and clint high five or peter and tony hug (even awkwardly)

until you come along and for the first time in a long time

he WANTS to touch

he’s not so sure on the being touched just yet

but he wants to feel goosebumps pop up on your arm as he trails his fingers along the curves of your muscles

he wants to see if your hair is actually as soft as it looks

(and if so ask what you use with it because I genuinely think bucky has like a bajillion hair products and always smells kinda coconutty)

he finds himself sitting so that your legs are touching, even just barely brushing

and his heart is racing excitedly

it feels normal, good, comfortable

then it moves on to him accidentally touching your hand when he gives you the remote

or putting his hand on the small of your back and he squeezes behind you in the crowded kitchen

and he’s constantly thrilled by it

but he doesn’t realize just how great it is until you start touching him back

you guys are talking about your last mission and he mentions something funny and you hold onto his arm as you laugh

outwardly he looks completely normal but he’s processing a million different things and emotions

and he realizes it feels so fucking warm where your hand is and he’s over the moon

after that he would touch you every chance he got

he would be so cuddly since then though his body always touching yours somehow

sometimes just even because he could

him calling you nicknames constantly

like to the point where hearing your real name come out of his mouth sometimes scared you

DOM! BUCKY

can I please just take a moment to say… he would hate it when you rolled your eyes at him

but like in a sexy way

like he would get all serious and his voice would get so deep and he’d warn you not to do it again

and of course you would

and the next thing you knew he had you over his shoulder storming back to your room where y’all would do some sinful things

or he’d pin you up against a wall and growl in your ear that you shouldn’t be allowed to look that good

he’d be able to hold both your wrists together in one of his hands

uuuuuuuuuugh

hickies

that’s all I need to say realistically but I will take to my grave that bucky loves to see the marks he makes on your neck or collar bones or even (lord help me) your thighs

but also please give it up for

SUB! BUCKY

bucky who whines and pleads to cum

bucky who likes being able to not have to control things

who sits on his hands so he won’t move to touch you

he loves seeing you in control, in power

so to make a long story short basically just

switch! bucky

he would be so misguidedly romantic like in terms of modern day stereotypical romance

like most guys would be like ‘hey here's flowers, pretty like you!1!’

which is what he did in the 40’s but he’s so unsure now

so instead he’s much simpler

like bucky comes into the kitchen all sweaty from a run (im talkin miiiiiles) and he comes up and kisses your forehead and is like

‘hey i was out running, as y’know, and I saw this rock and it made me think of you. it’s like super cool and shiny and doesn’t look like any other rock.’

and he just shrugs and hands it to you cause he’s not even trying to be romantic he genuinely thought it was a cool fucking rock

meanwhile sam is sitting at the table flabbergasted that bucky barnes just handed you a rock and to make things worse for him

you just grin excitement in your eyes and you kiss him so sweetly

and sam cannot BELIEVE he just saw a hundred year old man finesse with a rock

bucky would be the most understanding loyal boyfriend (puppy barnes?)

he would support everything you do

he would always tell you to shoot for the stars and to follow your dreams and of course you could do/be whatever you wanted

and y’all I just love bucky barnes with my whole heart and soul

Permanent tags: @tropicalcap @tokoyamisstuff @hootyhoobuckaroo @vinyloider @spiider--boy

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes preference #avengers preference #avengers x reader #avengers fic #bucky barnes fic #dating bucky barnes #ezra #ezra writes #puppy-barnes

[teachers-are-nerds]

why does my brain keep saying very loudly and rapidly “i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to fucking die” even though i absolutely do not want to die right now i dont even have the motivation to scream but i wonder if a solid scream would be cathartic

theres just so many things i need to complain about my heart is pounding so hard im in pain and im shaking and everything feels bad and i cant change my meds bc i cant contact my psychiatrist from france or like... more importantly figure out the logistics

i dont wanna go back to the states though bc gburg is probably gonna be hella toxic for me again even though my schedule for next year is super good and im super looking forward to it

why did i send home all of my sheet music and why didnt i send home my jackets holy wow that’s gonna be a lot of weight i cant pay for with the luggage on my way home

what if im not mentally ill enough for meds i know i have to change them bc at this moment i am NOT feeling helped by them but what if another med will make me even worse and what if i am actually just shitty at managing symptoms and how come everyone else seems to be able to manage or hide or work through their shit and i have to go and make a big fucking deal out of it all and i literally even wrote my prof like “hi btw ive been suicidal thats why i havent been in class” and that’s just using mental health as a fucking excuse it’s not like an hour and a half of sitting through a class from which i glean approximately nothing would actually kill me, as it were lol

i have to get the key to christine but that means 20 min walk home and 20 min walk back and maybe the sunlight will be good for me but i also need to write the other two pages of my paper that im obviously not doing now since im complaining and making a bajillion zillion posts all over social media lol it is a cry for help how come i cant make myself do the things i need to do im literally in physical pain because i cant make myself do the paper that was due an entire week ago !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how the actual fuck did i even graduate high school how did i fucking survive

well i mean i didnt drink in high school but i also got apx 3h of sleep a night so idk

im not drinking today though like i refuse to do that today bc money and also i need to just uhh not drink for a while because that’s what healthy people do. not day drink on weekdays.

i thought i was better abt that this year than last year but i guess not as much as i thought but at least im not sleeping in my friend’s bed every other night?? which is an improvement

god i fucking hate that i cut myself out of the queermmunity like that even though it’s better for me i just wish i did it in a more mature way im so fucking angry at myself im not even homesick at all i miss like 4 or 5 people from the states in total and i feel fucking awful that theres a bunch of people who will message me like “omg miss u” and i know i miss them too but like i feel like im lying when i respond “miss u 2″ and that isnt fair at all and i hate it i hate feeling like im lying to my friends i hate that i dont miss them i hate that this semester is supposedly the best semester of my life and i still have to convince myself not to step in front of a bus sometimes and i hate that The Brain Demons are clawing my stomach out from the inside but at least i havent purged in a while so there’s that and usually i can talk myself out of other self harm shit

and putting the content of my complaining post in the tags is to warn people if they read it but also it’s gonna make some people like OH NO UR IN DANGER LET ME READ THIS and i dont ?? i dont want that???????? but i also do???? good fucking lord i hate being such an attention whore

i hate that im a whore in general

like i dont regret any sexploits ive had whatever but i hate that i feel jealous of some people because i dont want to monopolize their lives and i dont want to prevent them from sharing love w other people i jsut want people to cuddle and kiss and be romantic with and it hurts but i also cant ocmplain abt it with my friends bc they also are like dammit i want a partner and me i have a few consistent sex partners but i want romantic partners but i need to change the people with whom i spend my time because they are not great for my mental health and i hate that bc i love them dearly but im destroying myself just in a different way from last year

the people i loved last year are driving me up a goddamn wall and i hate that i hate that i hate that so much bc i still care about them but im such an idiot i cant stand up for what feels right or against what feels wrong to me bc ill jsut get yelled at and i know that means i shouldnt be close to them im so hurting today

everything feels like too much and im shaking and still avoiding responsibilities and idk if writing this post is gonna get it out of my head enough bc on one hand i might tire myself out and not feel the need to write about it more to people and not have to bother them or like idk continue distracting conversations or maybe having people worry and try to talk to me will give me something to ignore so i can make myself write my paper idfk!!!!!!!!! but on the other hand uhh what if this is just going to make me fixate even more on my problems im screaming in sid e

oh ps im realizing that my family dynamic, while much much miuchn much much better than so fuckin many other people (feels conceited to say but im grateful for it and feel i cant or shouldnt talk abt it in case it triggers something in those with shitty home situations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) im recognizing that smth about the dynamic feels unstable as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to cry!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if i finish my paper, turn it in, sit for 20 minutes of class, go breathe, come back for the end

idfk othe rstudents need to talk to the prof too i cant monopolize him with the same content from my email to him and the same “i need help but idk what help i need” statement from last week or whatever

idk

idk idk idk will summer help me at all? will i live at home? will that be better or worse for me? can i remove all the materialism from my life? obv no but i feel i need to get rid of everything i own to cleanse myself of whatever and also i feel like cutting my own stomach and other organs out of myself but i obv cant and promise i wont try that lol

what work will i have or internships i dont have money i feel trapped will i hate myself forever will i be stuck in loops forever i will absolutely live long enough to find out and i will overcome things but like jesus chriiiiiiiiiiiiist im Not Good rn im sorry

yells

#blah blah blah #negative #suicide tw #i dont want to die but i want my brain to shut up #self harm tw #ed tw

[kylorengarbagedump]

Do It Again (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary:  You recall this much: a man’s face--arrestingly handsome. A voice, dark and smooth, ebony rivers in your ears. Heat. Desperation. Need. Your hands on firm muscle. Your fingers tangled in silken hair.

The last thing you remember is a name, tumbling from your lips, seeking mercy. A pacifier. A plea. A prayer.

Rire.

Words: 5000

Warnings: Literally all of them. Rape. Death. Violence. Blood. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Characters: RirexReader

A/N: This is written as a gift to my very dear friend and fellow perverted trash heap, @tonictransistor. I love you so much, and I hope that this was disgusting enough for you. Could it have been more disgusting? Yes, but then I would have worked on it for another year, or something. I am so fucking sorry this took me a bajillion years to write.

For those of you who have never played Boyfriend to Death and liked this fic, you should absolutely play it. You can find it by googling it, because I don't know how to use HTML. Credit, of course, goes to its creators, @gatobob, @darqx, and @electricpuke, who I cannot tag for some reason..

Thanks so much! I love y'all. <3

To be honest, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

Time was lost, like sand through skeletons. You recall this much: a man’s face--arrestingly handsome. A voice, dark and smooth, ebony rivers in your ears. Heat. Desperation. Need. Your hands on firm muscle. Your fingers tangled in silken hair. And then darkness. A palm’s pressure on your pulse. Eyes, sickly yellow--a cat’s eyes, slitted pupils blown wide in the night. The eyes of a predator, you remember thinking, and then a whirlwind of white razors where teeth should be, black blackness exploding in a writhing mass above you, emptiness filling you faster than air.

“Not a predator, little human,” the voice says. “A demon.”

The last thing you remember is a name, tumbling from your lips, seeking mercy. A pacifier. A plea. A prayer.  

Rire.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

Snarling, you yanked on your restraints--your tights from the previous night, wound in a figure-eight and secured to the bedpost--but only managed to cut into your circulation. Heart skipping, you screamed, kicking as you jerked on the bindings. Even with adrenaline-strength, they didn’t tear.

“Fuck.” You strained, managing only to pinch your skin. You were trapped on your bed, in your underwear. “Fuck!”

Then a chuckle. It was that voice again, low and rolling, thunder in the air. “I’d almost forgotten how weak you humans are.”

He appeared--the specter of your nightmares--tall and beautiful, like he’d been in your muddled memories. A strong jaw, a bit of facial hair, and long, black locks gathered behind his head. You remembered this, now, too, how he’d been dressed. Formal. Tailored. You hated to reminisce on how perfect his body had looked outside of those clothes, now. Hated that the flicker of recollection brought a shiver up your spine--a shiver that evolved into a shudder when he flashed those fucking teeth.

It hadn’t been a nightmare, then. He was a demon. It’d been real.

“Rire.” You kept your voice even, even while your heart slammed against your sternum. “You did this.”

“Very astute,” Rire replied, a smirk curling on his lips. “What gave it away?”

“Let me go.” You narrowed your eyes. “Now.”

He raised a brow, lowering his sunglasses and revealing his golden eyes. “You’re in an interesting position to be making demands.”

“Fuck you,” you spat. Every revelation made the room spin faster around you--you needed to focus on him.  “What do you want?”

“You say that as if you have a choice.” Like lightning, a thick, black appendage burst from his back, its slimy tip cradling your chin. “I want to play with you, little human.”

Grimacing, you squirmed away from the tentacle, only to have it follow you and turn your gaze back toward him. A demon. He was a really a demon. The blood in your ears drowned out any thought attempting to form--you needed to calm down. You could not let him win. Steeling your jaw, you drew in a long breath through your nostrils, oxygen relieving some of the panic.

“I’m not interested,” you said.

Rire grinned. “You’re not?” The tentacle slid from your chin, brushing over your neck, staying above your bra as it trailed down between your breasts and over your stomach. Unwanted shudders shook you, your thighs pressing together out of instinct and fear. “You seemed so eager last night.”  

“Fuck you.” You hoped he couldn’t see the trembling of your fingers. “Last night was a mistake.”

“A mistake,” he echoed. “Yet, I seem to remember hearing you scream my name.”

“Shut up.”

“I rather liked it.” Rire stepped forward, another tentacle coiling around your neck. “Do it again.”

Before you could shout, it squeezed, strangling all noise and air in your lungs, and you flailed, kicking into the air and thrashing at your restraints. Rire snickered, the appendage at your stomach hitching onto your bra and shredding it like wet paper. You squealed, blood beating at your lips and cheeks--you could feel your face going purple, could feel your brain starting to cry out for air. The neck tentacle tightened while the other pushed and caressed your exposed tits, the competing sensations forcing your mouth to drop in a silent whine.

“Hm,” he said. “I guess that is a problem.”

With that, your throat was granted a sliver of respite, breath crashing into you, and you swallowed a chestful, words forming faster than thoughts.

“Fuck!” you gasped. “Let me go, dammit!”

Your insistence made him pause--and then he released you, his sunglasses falling low on his nose. From beyond them, you saw his eyes, his slitted pupils expanding as he stared. The hair on your nape stood straight. Somewhere in your stomach, acid ate into you.

“You want to be let go, little human?” Rire’s voice was a purr. One of the inky appendages, now scythe-like, sliced into the tights digging into your wrists, and you crumpled onto your bed, skull smacking the headboard as you fell. “Then go.”

Blinking, you scrambled up, tugging your shirt closed over your chest. Your gaze flitted between him and the door. He gestured to it, as if to release you, as if to give you permission to move in your own home. Bastard. There was no way you were going to keep playing this game. Fumbling behind you, your fingers sought the knife you kept underneath your pillow--fuck, you couldn’t do this for more than ten seconds without him catching on. Your nails grazed something hard and cold, and your heart soared.

Jaw tight, you tucked it into your fist and, holding your breath, vaulted from the bed like a spring. Your elbow locked and you drove your arm down, burying the blade straight into the tender meat of his shoulder. For the slightest of seconds, you smiled, convinced you’d just incapacitated him--until he failed to collapse in agony. Or even flinch. Face falling, your fingers started to tremble, releasing the handle of the knife while your gaze crawled up Rire’s body to meet his own.

His brow raised. He tsked. “Rude.”

Before you could say a word, his face split into a wicked smile, and he wrenched the blade from his body with a tentacle, his hand shooting out around your sore neck as he slammed the knife into your shoulder. Pain tore through you, and you screamed, twisting and grappling with the slick appendage as it turned the weapon like a screw inside your muscle. Your fingers shook, grip weak, and another tentacle coiled around your waist, raising you in the air as you pleaded with him to stop.

“This is fun.” He teased your neck with a squeeze, his other hand patting your cheek. “I’m still waiting on what I asked for.”

Too blinded by pain to speak, you only glared, your hands moving to try and pry his fingers from your throat instead. The inferiority of your strength had never been more depressingly apparent. Rivers of wet warmth trickled down your back and over your tits, and you whimpered, unwilling to look and acknowledge the blood.

“Not broken yet?” asked Rire, a lilt of amusement in his voice. “Well then…”

The knife ripped from your shoulder, a stream of blood gushing out of the wound, and before you could identify or process anything between relief and terror, Rire rammed it into your other shoulder, wresting another curdled shriek from your lungs. Your nerves exploded, your limbs quaking while your brain ground all processing to a halt, overloaded with fear and pain. You needed this to stop. Anything to make it stop.

“Fuck!” you screeched. “Rire!”

Rire chuckled. “Very good, little human.” The knife slid from your shoulder, and a hot spurt of crimson followed, erupting from your flesh and spattering him scarlet. He paused, examining it. “Hm. That might be an issue.”

“What?” you asked, but found your voice already trembling. It was a lot of blood. Rire’s clothes were soaked in it. The longer you watched, the fuzzier your vision became, the lighter you felt. Fuck. “No…”

Sighing, Rire tossed the knife behind him. He looked almost--disappointed. As if your blood was an offense. As if your death, smothering you like sheets, was an inconvenience. You wanted to reach out, dig your digits into his neck, curse him back to the hell he came from--but your limbs wouldn’t respond. Nothing would. Your vision was black, red, black. You were empty.

“What a shame,” you heard him say, only seconds before you bled out.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

Air rushed you in waves, your flesh hot, sweat beading at your back as your head spun from shoulder to shoulder, scrutinizing the skin. It was whole. Unscathed. You exhaled, relief flooding you. It had been a dream, then. Swallowing, you strained to look at your wrists. Well. Parts of it had. You were still captive. And Rire was still here--but was he still…

You needed to know. “Rire!” you called, jostling against your restraints.

Seconds later, he appeared, almost floating into the room, a smirk plastered on his face, looking exactly as he had in your dream. It was unnerving how handsome he was. How, after everything that had happened, he had still managed to ignite something inside of you. He was staring at you, his sunglasses resting at the edge of his nose. Yellow eyes. Fuck. He was still a demon. That hadn’t been a dream, either.

“You summoned me, little human?” He cradled his face in his hand. Like he was excited.

You wanted to vomit--you tugged on your wrists. Perhaps, if you appeased him, he’d let you go. Perhaps.You needed to try something. Aggression hadn’t quite worked out for you in your dream.

Gathering courage, you provided him with the most pleasant look you could mangle your face into. “What do you want, Rire?” you asked, attempting to inject a bit of husk into your voice.

He raised an eyebrow, head tilting. “What’s this, now...” he said. “Is the human attempting to trick me?”

The next words wilted on your tongue. He’d seen right through you. Already, your heart leapt into panic, bounding inside of your chest. You were going to die--for real, this time--and your rage charged forward in place of your fear.

“Let me go, asshole!” you spat.

He grinned. “No, no,” he said. “I almost liked you acting like a slut. Go on. You were going to offer me something?”

“Forget it.”

“Oh, come on.” Rire came closer. The swagger in his step made a sick part of you ache. “It’ll be fun.”

You swallowed. “Don’t come any closer.”

His grin grew wider. “Or you’ll what?”

One of those disgusting black tentacles shot from his back and through your binding, and you gasped when you tumbled onto the bed. Your first instinct was to reach for the knife, just like you’d done in your dream. But the memory of how that had ended made you hesitate. Your eyes narrowed, fingers scrunching the sheets into your palms.

“Hm.” The tentacle stroked your cheek, its slick, firm skin sending a shiver to traitorous parts of your body. “We could do this the easy way, or the hard way.” The appendage gripped your chin. “I’ll let you choose which one.”

Your eyes darted across the room, from his face--twisted with a cruel, anticipatory grin--to the door, swung wide open, mocking you with the hope of escape. “Can I know what they entail?”

Rire laughed--a deep, velvet sound. “Of course not,” he purred. “That takes all the fun out of it.” The tentacle grew sharper against your jaw. “Don’t waste too much of my time, little human. Choose.”

Either you were nervous, or the air in the room was losing oxygen. There was no way you’d admit to him making you nervous, though. It must have been the latter. “Fuck you. The hard way.”

You’d thought his smile couldn’t look any wilder. You’d been wrong.

“Beg to suck my cock.”

You recoiled, fighting the hold the tentacle had on you. “Fuck no! Suck your own cock, you sick fuck!”

“You humans are amusing.” Another tentacle smacked you hard across the cheek. “Beg.”

Growling, you squeezed the appendage still stuck to your chin, trying to yank yourself free. Your hands slipped like you’d tried to grab an oiled banister. Even as you strained your muscles, it didn’t budge. For your efforts, Rire rewarded you by weaving a tentacle through your hair and winding it tight, tugging at your scalp. You winced, the sharp bite of pain inspiring goosebumps down your shoulders. When you reached to tear it away, he bound your wrists with an appendage, too.

“One more chance,” he said. “Beg for my cock, little human.”

You glared. “Never.”

Rire’s eyebrows rose--and to your terror, he chuckled. “Are you certain?”

The first thing you felt was tranquility--like a warm wave had washed over you, smothered all of the panic in your body, like water to fire. Your brain emptied, your thoughts spiraling into a disposal of nothingness, a sparkling fog passing over you. And then your mouth was moving, a voice that was your voice forming words not borne from your mind. They were trespassers to your body, escaping in an organic disguise.

“Please, Rire,” you whimpered. “Let me suck your cock…”

Your stomach churned at the sound. But Rire grinned.

“Of course, little human. Since you’ve been so polite.”

He stepped forward, bringing you eye-level with the growing tent between his legs. Silent, he unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, pulling his dick free and stroking it to its full length. A sigh left him as the tentacle in your hair wound tighter, guiding you toward his erection. You tried to wrench away, jerking your head to the side, but the tentacle on your chin held you firm. His cock, hot and smooth, grazed your lips, smearing them with pre-cum. You shuddered, swallowing the bile that rose in your throat, and resenting the distant squirm in your belly.

“Open,” he ordered. When you leered at him, he smirked. “Oh, good. I was worried you’d forgotten.”

A tentacle gripping your chin, one in your hair, one around your wrists, and now one, like a knife, slipping between your lips and wiggling its way between your teeth. You squealed, jaw clamping shut, but Rire’s grip was cement. The appendage inched its way into your mouth, and then turned, prying it open centimeter by centimeter. You thought to fight it, but you could feel its sides cutting into you now--biting down would only make it worse. The moment your mouth had been forced wide enough, the one at your chin snaked past your lips, the two working together like a gag to make your mouth a welcoming hole for his dick. Your tongue writhed helplessly, as if it alone could fight his advances.

“Very nice,” he growled, and slid his cock into your mouth.

You gagged, and your nose crinkled in a sneer as one of his hands joined the appendage in your hair, rocking you back and forth along the length of his dick. He groaned, pushing himself deeper and deeper into your throat, allowing the wet heat to engulf him. The squirm in your belly wriggled its way between your legs, your thighs clamping together. It was becoming harder to ignore--and you hated it. Rire took a step closer, thrusting into your mouth, his dick stroking over your tongue, slick with your spit. He moaned again, hand nestling deeper into your hair, and you heaved, eyes lining with tears.

“You don’t like it?” He was mocking you. “I think we can fix that.” The appendage around your wrists moved, keeping your hands bound as the tip moved toward the hem of your panties.

Eyes widening, you growled, your legs flailing out in his direction, hope alone driving you to try and knock him over. Or, at least, you thought it was hope. It could just as easily have been stupidity. It was like you were drowning in air, fighting something that consumed and surrounded you. And even with all of your fighting, Rire was unfazed. He laughed.

The tentacle slithered under your panties, the slick, smooth tip teasing over your regrettably swollen clit. Sparks danced over your skin, and you groaned onto his cock, drool spilling from the corner of your full mouth. Rire chuckled again, pushing you further onto his dick, his hips bucking in rhythm with the toying of your clit. Whining, you squeezed your thighs together, trying to pinch the tentacle from its owner, but that only increased the pressure it applied to your nub.

You wanted to say no.  Instead, “Hhnn,” came your pathetic protest.

The energy in your body whittled to nil, and even as you gargled on the length of his cock, reigning in the urge to vomit, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Pleasure was winning the war on your senses, overriding the hatred you had for Rire, and even the most primal, physical rejection of his dick. You hated that you could feel the wetness spilling from your inner thighs as your brain screamed in disgust, hated that your clit and walls throbbed in bliss. You were getting close. Against your will, you were going to fucking cum.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Normally, I like to hear you beg to cum, but I suppose you’re a bit preoccupied.” His length hit a soft spot in your throat, and you wretched. “You want to cum for me, little human?”

You groaned, shaking your head, even as saliva coated your chin and dripped to your breasts, even while your lids fluttered, even as the coil of tension in your belly threatened to snap. The appendage at your clit swirled and rubbed, coating the nub in your own juices, slicking it in tight, hot circles. Words were wisps, your brain only able to catch the tail ends before they dissipated into the tempest of reluctant ecstasy.

“Too bad,” he said. “Cum for me.”

It started with the jolting of muscles--thighs, arms, stomach--contracting and jerking as the unwanted orgasm erupted inside of you. You squealed, gagging on his dick as you came, your clit twitching against the assault while your fingers and toes went numb with pleasure. Your climax stole what energy remained from your limbs, and you went limp in Rire’s grip. He snuffed a moan, fucking deep into your throat and spilling his cum inside you, sparing you the trial of attempting to swallow it.

His cock pulsed and twitched on your tongue, and he pulled out, stringing spit and semen across your lips. The tentacles around your mouth released you, and you gasped, heaving and choking while you tried to gulp down as much air as you could, your eyelids still struggling to remain open, your body still bereft of energy.

“Is… is that… all you wanted?”

Rire smirked. “Oh,” he said. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easily.”

Before you could speak, a tentacle shoved itself into your open mouth, winding down your throat. It was thick and heavy and almost wet--your stomach flipped in revulsion.

“Suck it.” His smile was wider than ever.

Even if you’d wanted to, you couldn’t. The tentacle swelled inside of you, growing fat and wide, filling every millimeter of your throat, cutting off air to your lungs. The hair on your arms shot straight, and you screeched, a sound that was dampened to a muted whine. You thrashed against his hold, squirming in his grip, your heart pounding in your chest and temples, your body writhing with strength dug from the deepest reaches of your mind.

But even this was not enough. The revolt used up the oxygen in your blood faster than you’d wanted. And you still couldn’t fucking breathe. The tentacle had worked its way so deep that you were certain it had wormed its way into your stomach. Stomach. That was a word, right? You couldn’t remember. You couldn’t feel your hands. Your arms. Your face. A last minute struggle--you twisted back and forth, flung out your legs toward him. But you couldn’t see him anymore. You couldn’t see anything.

Rire said something, but it was lost in the ocean of your mind. Then, it was lost forever.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

This time, you shot up, almost popping your shoulders from their sockets. Your heart was already in your throat, your body already drenched in sweat. But you could breathe. And for now, you were alive.

“What the fuck?” you shouted into the air. “Rire! What the fuck? What is this!”

Like an apparition, he appeared at the edge of your sight, sitting at the end of your bed, yellow eyes boring into you. He was still grinning. “You’re not having fun?”

“Fuck no. What the fuck is this?”

“I had hoped you’d come to enjoy my game,” Rire said.

You scowled. “I hate you.”

His smile grew. You wished it hadn’t. “Really?” He stood, walking over to the head of the bed. The glow of his gaze made you sick with fury. Reaching over, he tugged at the edge of your bindings and pulled them loose. “Then show me how much you hate me.”

Whether it was a part of his game or not didn’t matter. Free to attack him, you slung your fist toward his face, but he was faster, catching the punch in his palm. Your other fist came next, but he caught this one, too, so you leapt up, launching toward him like a tiger, trying to pounce him into the floor. He stepped back, dodging you with the grace of a ballet dancer. You wanted to see him panic, wanted to see the flash of fear in his eyes, but every one of your movements was futile and flaccid, dying in the air before you could blink. The mass of your body felt heavy, as if by having limbs and flesh you were slowing yourself down, like the mere fact of your existence was an encumbrance. Growling, you rushed him, and he stepped to the side, leaving you to hit the far wall of your bedroom. You spun--heaving, furious, desperate.

Rire frowned. “Come on, little human. Fight me.”

He stepped toward you, snatching your wrist and throwing you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress, the air knocked from your lungs, but before you could scramble onto the floor, he swept forward, pinning you, his hands on your shoulders, his hips spearing yours apart. Thrashing, you howled, trying to turn your head to bite his wrists. His fingers dug into the muscle, and he laughed. You were a writhing worm underneath his body, just as weak, just as helpless.

“Fight me.”

Rire reached down, and you heard the jingle of a belt buckle, the zzrp of his zipper. Then his fingers, rough and large, pulled your panties to the side, and he pierced you with his cock, rough and dry. You screamed.

“Fight me.”

Plunging deep and hard, his dick tore you open, pain shooting up your thighs. You couldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t. Tears welled, and you bit your lip, wanting to fight them off, but it was no use. He growled in pleasure, and they spilled over your cheeks, hot and wet. Your legs and arms were limp at your sides, as if they’d lost all strength. Rire pumped into you, his breath short, watching you, daring you to move. Speak. Anything. But you didn’t want to. You wanted to accept this. You wanted it to be fucking over.

“Fight me,” he said again.

Your face cracked in a sob. “I can’t!”

He stopped, brow drawn low. “That’s disappointing.”

A flame lit in your chest, and you pointlessly flailed underneath him. “God! Just tell me what the fuck you want from me!”

Pursing his lips, Rire gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “I already told you.”

Before you could say a word, his hand flew across your cheek with a stark smack, your skin exploding with pain. Your face hardened when you tried to resist--and he slapped you again, whipping your head to the side. You tried to turn back, and he slapped you again, and again, and again, your skull tossing from side to side, your vision fizzing, your ears ringing in protest. Your chin quivered as you focused, and you drew the two images together in front of you--Rire, smiling, his teeth white and sharp and taunting. Seething, you spit in his face--but you weren’t even given a chance to see the spit land before his hand latched onto your neck and he flung you from the bed, a tentacle around your waist tossing you like a sack into the wall of your bedroom.

You slammed the drywall and collapsed in a heap, pain still radiating from between your legs. Shivering, you attempting to stand, commanding your joints to pull it the fuck together and do work for once. But the appendage was around your waist again, and this time, he launched you through the door, down the hall, and you tumbled like a mass of confused bones into the ground, limbs wild. You gasped, screaming, hoping someone would hear you, struggling to your feet, determined now to reach your front door and dart into the street, find someone, anyone who wasn’t a demon.

You turned to your escape and met him, chest to chest, his head in a playful tilt. “Where are you going, little human?”

A tentacle slapped you with such force that you stumbled, falling backward, but another one caught you, curling around you, holding you still, a vise against your feeble attempts to wrench it from your body with your fingers, to dig your heels into the floor and push it away.

“Now this is fun.” He held you up, sauntering over, and tugged your panties down your hips. You whinged, choking back a sob. Why wouldn’t it end?

A question that would not receive an answer. Rire pulled you close, your body suspended by his tentacle, and pried your legs apart, pulling out his hard cock once more and shoving it into your cunt. You shrieked when he ripped through your resistance, one hand bolted to your hips, the other around your neck, toying with your breath as he fucked into you.

Your body shuddered when you broke into sobs. It would have been better to choke them down, but you didn’t care. Everything hurt--and your mind hurt the most. It seemed like you had spent days in an endless machine of torture, and you wanted out. Rire drove his dick deep into your pussy, panting, moaning when your body squeezed him out of instinct. Hating him wasn’t enough to stop the slick from coating your walls, wasn’t enough to stall the arousal when he tested the tip of a tentacle across your aching clit.

“No!” you sputtered. “Please! No!”

“You don’t want to cum again?” he purred, thumb pushing on your pulse.

“Fuck no!” You wanted release. Something. A break from this hell. “Please, Rire. Please just fucking kill me.”

He groaned, tightening his grip around your neck. “Oh, little human…” You hated how flooded with ecstasy he sounded. “You’ll have to beg better than that.”

Before you could speak, he moaned again, pounding you with his cock and nuzzling into your shoulder. He sucked at your skin, drawing lines across your flesh with his tongue, shivers of bliss echoing through you. Your brain short-circuited--the over-stimulation of everything only made you wilder. Rire flicked your clit a second time, making you clench around his dick, and he gasped, rolling his hips into yours. You snapped.

“Please, Rire! Please! Please just fucking kill me. Please kill me, Rire, please!  No more nightmares! No more games! I want to die! I need to fucking die!”

A deep moan left his chest, as if your words brought him pleasure. “Of course.”

He growled and bit down on your neck, teeth slicing into your carotid, blood spraying his face in torrents. You gasped, flooded with immediate relief, endorphins rushing your body as they attempted to soothe the screaming pain at your throat. Rire fucked you, still, moaning, gasping, murmuring something in your ear, something that was murky and watery and numb in your mind. You felt it through the last bits of consciousness--his hips hitting you, once, twice, his fingers pinching your skin.

But it didn’t matter, you figured. Free. Free. Free. You were finally free.

--

It’s unclear how much time has passed when your brain clicks on again, how long it has taken for your soul to be shuffled into the afterworld. A consciousness is unexpected. Death feels strange, though. Like life. Your heart is beating. You turn your head.

You wake up in a haze. Your wrists are bound to the bed. You are alone.

#btd #btd rire #btdgame #boyfriend to death #rire #boyfriend to death rire #btd smut #boyfriend to death smut #rire x reader #is btd smut redundant lmao #not kylo ren #dead dove: DO NOT EAT #do it again

[theyhaveacavetroll]

11 Questions Meme

I was tagged by @sexonthebeachisadrink. Thank you!

✰ post the rules

✰ answer the questions given to you by the tagger

✰ write eleven questions of your own

✰ tag eleven people

1. your favourite song?

Ok, this is like asking me to choose a favorite kind of dog, because I love music. I love music a lot, and I cannot possibly choose, because I have different favorite songs for different moods. I can tell you that I listen to Adele McAllister’s The Ent and the Entwife, Loreena McKennitt’s Lady of Shalott, Damh the Bard’s The Hills They Are Hollow, and John Denver’s Windsong a lot, though.

2. what’ your most hated food? 

Hmm. I don’t generally hate foods, but sauerkraut and asparagus are definitely top of the short list. They’re about equally gross. That’s under “foods I have eaten.” I can think of one that’s really disgusting that I would never ever try ever, but I’ve sworn not to tell Penflicks about that one!

3. what do you think when you look at the sky at night?

Hmm. I generally try to find Orion in the night sky during the winter - he and his dog are the most obvious constellation from where I am. I sometimes find myself watching the sky for bats, and listening to the owls hoot nearby. As to what I’m thinking - I suppose I’m generally thinking “is that an airplane going overhead? where must they be traveling and why am I still sitting here?” 

4. do you have a pet?

I have two adorable kitties - Watson and Puttles (real name is Patches but no one calls her that). 

5. how much time do you spend scrolling down your dashboard on Tumblr?

A Lot. Most of the day, if I’m honest - I have a desk job and there’s a lot of down time.

6. do you have a crush right now?

Nope. Wouldn’t know what to do with one if I did.

7. grand parents or uncles/aunts which do you prefer?

So, here’s the part where you find out that I don’t actually have much by way of family and what I do have I’m not fond of. I have an aunt and uncle on the other end of the country whom I’ve never met or spoken with and never will. I have an aunt on this end of the country and let’s just say it’s complicated, and all four grandparents have been gone for a few years now, including the grandfather I never met and the grandmother I wouldn’t have recognized if I’d fallen over, so.... *shrug* I guess the short answer is neither?

8. + 9. do you have an “allow to fuck if we ever meet” list? who’s in it?

Nope. I’m ace as ace can be, so it’s not really a consideration.

10. what makes you laugh?

Um... lots of things, really. Pets being adorable or just goofy. Well-timed, on-point sarcasm. My friends being silly or cute. Weird freudian slips and/or people trying to say one thing and ending up saying something completely different that’s not even a phrase/word (when those people don’t have a disability that prevents them from saying the right thing). idk, I laugh a lot when I’m comfortable in a situation.

11. what are you most proud of?

That I spent years being treated like utter shit by a variety of people and came out the other end still able to laugh and cry and above all else to be kind. I know I’m a long way from perfect, but I like to think that I’ve done what I can with the circumstances I was given and come out the other end still a decent person.

My turn! Ok - I have to confess, every time I do this I find myself thinking of that section from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and wanting to ask “what...is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

1. What’s your favorite sound?

2. Summer or winter or neither?

3. A smell that makes you think of good things?

4. Favorite wildlife to spot while you’re driving/riding in a car? (If you’re a city dweller, favorite thing to spot while waiting in traffic?)

5. Weirdest memory?

6. Favorite texture? (something you could run your hand over a bajillion times)

7. Favorite way to kick back after a long day?

8. Thing you’ve seen on a restaurant menu that you can’t believe anyone would ever order?

9. Talent you wish you had?

10. Talent you DO have?

11. Funniest random trivia you know?

I’m tagging @iwt-v, @captainfuckingflint, @shirogiku, @thomas-hamilton, @my-truest-flinthamilton, @alayne-stone-heart, @rasks, @mirandamcgraw, @bircjosta, @thundernlightning-lesbian, and @lesbianwaves.

If you’re tagged and don’t want to do it, please feel free to ignore! If you’re not tagged and want to do it, please do!

#memes

[raeofalbion]

Bajillion Questions Meme

I see you, @littleblue-eyedbird trying to find out all my secrets and critical hit points. I’m literally the most boring person in the world and it’s so sweet of you to keep tagging me, omg.

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions! 1. Coke or Pepsi: Both? Both. 2. Disney or DreamWorks: My friends...it embarrasses me to admit this, but I haven’t seen an animated movie that wasn’t anime in years. I just don’t even know. 3. Coffee or Tea: BOTH! Mainly tea, though. 4. Books or Movies: Books! 5. Windows or Mac: Windows. 6. DC or Marvel: DC. I never really had a chance to get into Marvel. 7. Xbox or Playstation: OKAY. So, here’s the thing...I hate both Sony and Microsoft. But I actually like both of those consoles? I tend to favor Xbox, though, cuz it has 99% of my favorite games on it. 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Dragon Age 9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night owl. Please don’t attempt to wake me, apparently I argue with people in my sleep. 10. Cards or Chess: Both? Maybe more cards than chess. 11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate 12. Vans or Converse: I wear combat boots everywhere...but both are nice. I think I have a couple pairs of Batman-themed Converse that I’m saving for an appropriate occasion. 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Lavellan 14. Fluff or Angst: BOTH AT THE SAME TIME Why can’t I write fluff??? -sobs- 16. Dogs or Cats: Better question is why choose? Why not cuddle both and sneeze from twice as many allergies? 17. Clear Skies or Rain: Rain. Thunderstorms scared me for years, but they’re pretty common here (if we get a storm, that is) so now I’m just like “yes, good, more rain please”. 18.Cooking or Eating Out: Depends on how lazy/inspired I am. Also how broke I am. 19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: SPICY 20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Chirstmas: Halloween/Samhain all year round! 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: I get sick from everything heat really easily, so I’d honestly rather be too cold. Can always put on another sweater. 22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Something that would let me borrow other people’s powers, even if they were dormant, just so I could try them all. 23. Animation or Live Action: Depends on the show/movie. Both have their perks. 24. Paragon or Renegade: I’ve never played Mass Effect. =( But, judging by how I play through other games, Paragon 25. Baths or Showers: Baths. If I never had to get out, I’d be perfectly fine with that as long as the water stayed warm. 26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Neither? Guy who plays Stark is pretty hot, though. 27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Both? 28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? If so, what are they?

“We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet, or on your fucking knees... begging?! I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!” - Dillon, Alien 3

“Some grief is too great, even Death may keep it’s distance.“ - Theresa, Fable II

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” - H.P. Lovecraft

Not a quote, but I want to quote a specific bit from Dorian Gray and it’s too long. OTL (Maybe if someone actually wants to read it, I’ll post it?) Also wanna quote Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Baudelaire, but there’s too many options, so just know my fourth quote would have been something from those.

29. YouTube or Netflix: Both are nice, though YouTube is somewhat less so. 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter 31. When Do You Feel Accomplished: When I actually get something finished. The other day I completed my third long fic and am still having happy “I did something” feels. Also when I get reviews. 32. Star Wars or Star Trek: BOTH 33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Hmm...I like hardback books, but paperbacks are nice, too 34. Handwriting or Typing: Depends on what I’m writing, tbh. 35. Velvet or Satin: ...what is the fabric for, because that’s really gonna change my answer here. 36. Video Games or Movies: Video games. 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: Why can’t I be a dragon that owns a dragon? 38. Sunrise or Sunset: Both <3 39. What’s your favorite song: Why are you tormenting me like this? Why make me choose? (I have been pretty obsessed with Prismo’s Neverland lately, though. Also Vancouver Sleep Clinic’s Stakes.) 40. Horror Movies, yes or no: I wanna say yes, but I also want to sleep when I can. 41. Long or Short Hair: Long 42. Opera or Theatre: Theatre 43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and that every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first: -throws self into Fable, burrows into the soil, and never leaves- 44. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be: I’m tempted to say pizza, but definitely soup! I can eat soup nonstop. Alternately, eel sushi...which is my absolute favorite food. You now know my ultimate weakness. 45. Older guys or young guys: I see your question and I’m gonna raise you with sass master partners. 46. If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be: I...don’t...know...? I don’t really watch tv? 47. Singing or Dancing: Singing. Loudly. When no one’s watching me. I used to sing in talent shows? And it was terrifying. Now I just kinda sing nonstop when no one’s around. 48. Instagram or Twitter: Twitter, though I’m not around much anymore. 49. Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit: I only ever really got into the Hobbit book? But I liked all the movies for both. They were fun. 50. If you could create either a sequel or bring back any tv show/movie, what would you choose: A sequel for the original Teen Titans cartoons, alternately...another Riddick movie or a sequel to Labyrith...though that might feel weird with Mr. Bowie not...well.... 51. Who is your movie/tv show character that you are looking up to and why? I’m kinda struggling with this one. I relate to more game characters, tbh? But if I had to pick...probably Ellen Ripley. I first saw the Alien movies when I was very, very smol, but Ripley made a huge impact on me? She showed that you can be strong and vulnerable and survive everything that comes your way as long as you’re determined enough and it was really a lesson I needed at the time and still need on occasion. 52. If you were ever convicted of a crime, what would it be? -innocently pushes legal record out of view- Either protesting or getting into a fight because someone was in trouble and I wanted to help them. Also wandering into a place I’m not supposed to be in because I was reading and not paying attention because that’s basically what happened. 53. Anime- subbed or dubbed? Depends on the cast. 54. City or countryside? Both have their perks??? 55. What book have you read over and over? Harry Potter. I read them so many times I just can’t anymore. Which is a shame because I miss them. Also, the Forbidden Game series by LJ Smith...which sounds like a cheap smutty romance, but it’s actually about a shadow demon abducting a group of teenagers into another realm and tormenting them with their worst nightmares until dawn. There’s also a bit of romance. But, yeah, my beloveds I read too much and can no longer read, though I wish I could. Also, shout out to Tom Becker’s Darkside series which I’m on my...4th read through? Discounting all the times I read the first two books? And I’m trying desperately not to burn myself out on. 56. What is your personality type? INTP

My question: 57: What’s your go to comfort item?

There is just about one less question than I currently have followers, so anyone who wants to do this? Y’all can do it. ^^

#that last question was tough #I ran through about a dozen different questions OTL #but it was fun! #thanks for tagging <3 #Rae gets tagged

[hes-my-brother]

Question Tag

I was tagged by @golly-god

RULES: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. COKE OR PEPSI

Coke

2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS

Disney

3. COFFEE OR TEA

Tea. Love the smell of coffee. Hate the taste.

4. BOOKS OR MOVIES

Books

5. WINDOWS OR MAC

Windows

6. DC OR MARVEL

Marvel

7. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION

Playstation

8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT

Imma have to say none on this.

9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISE

Night owl

10. CARDS OR CHESS

Cards

11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA

Both

12. VANS OR CONVERSE

Converse 

13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH OR ADAAR

Who?

14. FLUFF OR ANGST

Angst

15. BEACH OR FOREST

Forest

16. DOGS OR CATS

Both

17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN

Both

18. COOKING OR EATING OUT

Cooking

19. SPICY FOOD OR MILD FOOD

Mild 

20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS

I consider myself a Pagan. So... Samhain.

21. WOULD YOU RATHER FOREVER BE A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT

A little too hot. Fucking despise the cold.

22. IF YOU COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

This sounds awful, but probably the ability to control people.

23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION

Animation

24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE

If you mean the song Renegade by X Ambassadors, then sure lol.

25. BATHS OR SHOWERS

Both

26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRON MAN

Both

27. FANTASY OR SCI-FI

Both

28. DO YOU HAVE THREE OR FOUR FAVOURITE QUOTES? IF SO, WHAT ARE THEY

... I do have 3 favorites but I am too damn lazy lol.

29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX

Both

30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON

Harry Potter

31. WHEN YOU FEEL ACCOMPLISHED

When i’ve done one of the numerous assignments that i know i need to do.

32. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK

None

33. PAPERBACK BOOKS OR HARDBACK BOOKS

Hardbacks

34. HANDWRITING OR TYPING

Handwriting when I am writing notes but typing when I do everything else

35. VELVET OR SATIN

Satin

36. VIDEO GAMES OR MOVIES

Both

37. WOULD YOU RATHER BE THE DRAGON OR OWN THE DRAGON?

Both would be cool lol.

38. SUNRISE OR SUNSET:

Both

39. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE SONG?

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.

40. HORROR MOVIES YES OR NO

Fuck no.

41. LONG HAIR OR SHORT HAIR

Long hair on me. If I had a better face shape, I would cut it pretty damn short.

42. OPERA OR THEATER

Theater

43. ASSUMING THE MULTIVERSE THEORY IS TRUE AND EVERY STORY EVER TOLD HAS REALLY HAPPENED SOMEWHERE, WHICH ONE OF THE MOVIE/BOOK/TV SHOW/GAME/ETC WORLDS WOULD YOU PICK TO TRAVEL TO FIRST?

Tie between Supernatural and Teen Wolf.

44: IF YOU HAD TO EAT ONLY ONE THING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I’ll say fruit smoothies because I can make a bajillion different kinds.

45: OLDER GUYS OR YOUNG GUYS?

Older.

46: IF YOU COULD HAVE A NIGHT WITH ANY FICTIONAL CHARACTER DOING WHATEVER YOU WANTED … WHO?

Fuck... well if I had to pick from Supernatural it would be Sam and Dean (can’t have one without the other) and if I had to pick from Teen Wolf, Stiles and Scott (because you can’t have one without the other either lol).

47: SINGING OR DANCING?

Dancing.

48: WOULD YOU RATHER LOSE YOUR VISION FOR A WEEK, OR YOUR HEARING FOR A YEAR?

Lose my vision because I NEED music. And I wouldn’t have to go to work for a week if I lost my vision. xD

49: WHEN YOU SLEEP, DO YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN OR CLOSED?

The way my apartment is set up, the door that leads into my kitchen/livingroom is closed but the door to my bathroom which is in my room, I leave that open.

50: WOULD YOU RATHER BE RICH AND HAVE NO FRIENDS, BUT ANYTHING YOU WANT (minus friends) OR BE SEMI POOR AND HAVE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS?

....I really dunno how to answer this one....

those i tag | whichever one of you poor bastards wanna do this lol.

#because ollie fucking hates me.... xD #about abel.

[dreamscript]

HEY IT ME AGAIN-- LITERALLY SAME I GOT SICK AND LIKE IM STILL COUGHING AND I WANT IT TO STOP. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW. I hope you feel better soon! I can only imagine how bad you're suffering! Make sure to get lots of rest and binge watch Naruto hehehehe// I got sick around Christmas so it's kinda just here// But yeah lol just excuse me late responses (; 7 ; ) and yas girl just embrace you're inner otaku its okay xD (i wanna re-read Naruto actually//) OMG YES PLZ I LOVE YOUR FICS AND-

{CONT} YO HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT JUNGKOOK FIC IM SHOOKED JKSDFNKJD// LMAO IF THAT AINT ME IN ANY MATH CLASS FUKFFKFKKFKF BUT ITS OKAY YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU! There was freezing rain here a day or so ago. That was fun . u . (sobs) IF YOU COULD TWEEK MY BLOG OMG ID LOVE THAT. But the theme isn’t originally mine and I’d assume the original owner wouldn’t want the original code changed?

{CONT} IDK I wanted to change my theme for a while now // Something not endless scroll but just boxes for previews? Also I wanted a minimalistic theme based with pastel colours and black and white hehe/ ANYWAY NO NO WORRIES SOMETIMES IM JUST HERE WONDERING IF YOONGI SUED BIGHIT FOR DYING HIS HAIR TOO FREQUENTLY AND NOW HE BALD (LOL) BUT YEAH APPARENTLY THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO HAVE A COMEBACK IN FEBRUARY AND MY WALLET IS UPSET. I ALSO WANT THE NEW ARMY STICK FOR NO GOOD REASON AT ALL LOL

{CONT 3 xD} I’ve only read Naruto Manga so if you wanna screech with me about that lets do it ahaha/ HECK YES I WILL READ THEIR FIC- I WILL NOT STUDY JAHAJSDSDKJF Shout out to Cat and Fae too like i seriously love their fics- your Christmas series had me shooked!! Anyways I have so much work to do and so i will bother you later :) - Sakura !

IM HEALED AND BETTER NOW THANK YOU I HOPE YOU’RE FINE NOW TOO??!?! but i remember my doctor telling me once that if you’re still coughing like a month later you should get it checked out or something D:

and oh. my. god.

naruto.

LISTEN I LITERALLY CRY EVERYTIME IT MAKES ME SO EMO. I WATCHED NARUTO THE ROAD TO NINJA MOVIE LIKE TWO NIGHTS AGO AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY WATCHING HIM INTERACT WITH HIS PARENTS AND ALL LIKE D’:: highkey still hated on sasuke though

but yeah no it’s okay! i have super late responses as of late…. and it’s really only because i’ve been too emotionally spent by the end of the day or tired or busy or just “not feeling it”

idk, but i hope to get back into being more active. i miss this place. i miss interacting with others, as little of it i seem to be doing right now (guh _ _)

LOL I HAVE SO MANY SEX SCENES ALREADY PREWRITTEN OUT FOR HTE JUNGKOOK FIC AND SO NOW THAT I’VE GOT THE HARDEST PARTS DONE, IT’S JUST DOWN TO FILLING IN THE PLOT AND SUCH. aaaand that’s kinda hard too, but i think i’ll manage. hopefully.

(help)

dude it was rainy and windy and cold today and i had to go outside and the entire time i was walking/running/dying to class i was thinking a) why b) this was a Mistake

ah well in regards to your theme, usually the theme makers are okay with minor changes (sometimes major ones too) as long as you keep the credit and the changes are for personal use (as opposed to commercial use/redistribution, etc). just to be sure, you can just check their rules. they usually have that whole page/pop up or will simply include it in their theme code.

hmm what do you mean by boxes for previews? i don’t think i’ve ever seen such as thing. it sounds interesting, though. are they previews for like posts or…?

YEAH OMG I’M REALLY EXCITED BECAUSE FEBRUARY IS BOTH MINE AND ALSO @taesthetes​‘ BIRTHDAY MONTH SO ITS LIKE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT WOOHOO

thank you for loving our collaboration! i’m still amazed on how quickly we got things put together and everything… honestly… cat and @zephyoongist​ are so talented i don’t know what i’m doing here :’) (or where i would be without them)

and now finally…

(for the maaaain event)…

okaY OKAY I WILL SCREECH WITH YOU ABOUT NARUTO. RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. just under the cut because spoilers:

I’M SUCH AN EMOTIONAL WRECK OVER NARUTO THE ONLY BEST WAY I CAN TRULY EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AT THE MOMENT IS JUST THROUGH BULLET POINTS SO:

i love kakashi

i also love gaara. i can’t choose between the two, but lately i’ve been more biased towards kakashi. i blame it on my sister because she’s always had a thing for him

(i still love you gaara its okay my sand child)

kakashi’s backstory had me in tears… like… with obito died and he’s telling kakashi he’ll give him his sharingan (the sharingan that he’d always been talking about that would get him to hokage) to be his eye to see the future…

i just..

fucking broke down man like dude… stop… you’re killing me here… and then how kakashi really changes afterwards

(okay but listen child kakashi was savage as fuck though and it was hilarious)

(also i know it’s a filler but that one episode in which it showed guy and kakashi comparing dick sizes as kids….,,..,.

….,,..i wasn’t expecting that at all but i don’t mind the info heheheheh heh /dies)

OKAY BUT THEN RIN DIES WHY

literally if she hadn’t died a lot of the issues in naruto wouldn’t have occurred but they fucking did

no i’m not blaming her she died for a noble reason okay it just makes me really sad i’m sorry

AND FINALLY MINATO DIES TOO AND KAKASHI IS THE LAST OF HIS TEAM IM EMO

on a side note minato and kushina were cute as fuck

ANYWAYS GAARA OH MY OH MY GOD MY POOR BABY as a kid he was so cute and just wanted some friends and was out helping all those villagers and such but then his damned dad just had to go and screw those things up like STOP IT HE;S MY CHILD

even though i love those two, my favorites are actually the akatsuki

like. they hate each other but istg they secretly love each other like have you seen kakuzu and hidan’s interactions??? they tease and insult and threaten (and have killed) each other but kakuzu is actually patient with hidan’s rituals and such, and hidan will still accompany kakuzu to the collection centers

also, when he sees asuma’s guardian shinobi thing the first thing that comes to mind is kakuzu and how he’d want him for the money and he’s like u gh but like !!!

and AND when hidan at first thinks he’s accidentally killed kakuzu in his fight with shikamaru & co., he has that look of panic ooooh my god I JUST GASHUDFJSDIJASD

also hidan is just hilarious. like when they go to recruit him he’s like “who are you guys, all wearing the same clothes?? are you guys an orchestra or band or something?”

/points at kakuzu/ bet you play the bass

/points at konan/ bet the girl does vocals and keyboards

/points at itachi/ …or do you do vocals…?

and then the first thing hidan and kakuzu do to each other is kill each other

the look of utter disbelief on both of their faces

“what the–why aren’t you dead?”

“bitch that hurt–wait. why aren’t you dead?”

but anyways we can’t forget about itachi and kisame either, now can we?? like. they are actually like the only partner group that openly got along with each other, and they were sad oh my god they were sad upon realizing each other’s death’s

and idk just the way kisame says “itachi-san” does something to me

 i t a c h i

oh boy i have so much to say about this kid

but before i move on i must! address! the others!!

okay so like deidara is actually op as fuck and sometimes idk i feel like he doesnt get enough credit?? idk.

BUT LIKE LISTEN OKAY HE GOES THREE DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS TO SEAL THE ICHIBI AKA SHUKAKU AKA GAARA’S TAILED BEAST and then immediately after decides to take on naruto (and kakashi)

AND HE ONLY HAD ONE ARM AT THE TIME HAVING JUST LOST ONE IN HIS FIGHT WITH GAARA LIKE WHAT IS THIS STAMINA AND HOW DOES HE NOT BLEED OUT THIS KID IS FUCKING AMAZING WHAT THE HELL

and he’s 19 like lol what bye

but anyways, after his “fight” he loses his other arm because kakashi and now he’s armless BUT THIS KID STILL HOLDS HIS OWN though completely on the defense AGAINST TEAM GAI LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HE’S AMAZING and then he manages to create a bomb without using any sort of handseals and fools them all into thinking he’s dead

like

i love this boy give him a metal why did he have to die so early why (yet another reason why i dislike sasuke lmfao)

black zetsu scares the fuck out of me (esp when i learned of his true past and intentions) but white zetsu!! he’s such a sweetie holy shit

I JUST REALLY LIKED THAT TIME WHEN HE BURSTS INTO THE 5 KAGE SUMMIT AND HE’S LIKE “HALLLLOOO!!!!!!” WITH THE ARMS AND EVERYTHING DAW OMG

and also unlike so many others he actually likes everyone and when he saves deidara he’s like “you’re a fun guy to be around” and then and then later when he’s talking to tobi he reveals that he’s sad that so many of the akatsuki members died like D::

let’s not forget when black zetsu called him weak (they had split in two at the time) and white zetsu just kind of D: and wilts a little like ooHH NO oo baby it’s okay it’s okay

ahem

konan is so strong… holy crap… like… her ultimate attack? with the bajillion paper explosive tags disguised as a lake?? that go off for 10 minutes? holy fuck.

yahiko’s pretty damn hot if you ask me (yes i know he’s a cadaver in the main time period but listen)

idk my favorite arc of the entire thing was pain’s invasion of konoha… like from the moment jiraiya’s message arrived to when everyone got revived…. and then kakashi almost became hokage…

it was fantastic

i think it’s mainly because it was a mystery, race against time, battle thing all in one and it was so neat i guess

also you could see everyone in the village working together, fighting their hardest, showing their potentials for like, the first time ever

um um um okay sasori mentally scarred me as a child, and now whenever i hear the rattling puppet noises i immediately think of these scary nightmares i had after watching his fight with sakura… yeah, puppets scare me a lot now

orochimaru is a creep ‘nuff said moving on

tobi! i love this alternate ego of obito/”madara” like idk he’s so jumpy and honestly it’s fucking hilarious watching him because he’s so secretly op certain people underestimate him at first (and then others overestimate him because of his association with akatsuki)

like. when he was warding off konoha from itachi vs sasuke’s fight (which i am still emo about) he was just like playing whack-a-mole with them and then he’s like lemme use this ability! frill-necked lizard!

and they all kinda stand and stare at him intensely execting something legit

but in reality that’s it. the extent of htat ability is just him hanging upside down with the cloack falling behind him to look like a frill-necked lizard

and it’s fucking hilarious

i also thought it was fucking adorable when he and deidara first confront sasuke

and the little bitch goes ahead and slices through him

literally through him

and HE MAKES THE MOST ADORABLE NOISE BEFORE FALLING FLAT ON HIS FACE GAH

but sasuke thinks that he actually killed him and sasuke’s all like “one down”

and deidara just kinda

ugh this kid

and tobi gets up and brushes himself off like wow that was rly fast!!! and sasuke just >:/

URM OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT THE AKATSUKI MEMBERS

sorry i thought i should make this clear but i lowkey highkey have this vendetta thing against sasuke like this little shit

i mean ofc i know the reason for his disillusionment really isn’t all his fault like @ itachi really?

like really when he goes back to konoha and sasuke tries to kill him… he goes and easily breaks his wrist

and he kinda just considers him for a moment like

…hm

how about i….. make his situation even worse…?

and then traps him in a genjutsu that forces him to relive their parents death for 24 hours like why the fuck this is literally all your fault

and also on a side note, fuck danzo. why the fuck did the 3rd not kill him when he was supposed to. why. all the wrong people lived for far too long.

anyways

but yeah no idk i just really don’t like sasuke after he defected and became a Vengeful Teen

AND ITACHI’S STORY MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME HOLY SHIT IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHY DID THIS BOY HAVE TO SUFFER SO MUCH and then mess up his little brother’s psyche to the point in which he starts killing like everyone wtf

AHEM

another favorite moment arc of mine is the very beginning

like the first 15ish episodes

IRUKA SENSEI

he’s such a blessing. he’s literally one of those crucially important side characters and i appreciate him and i love him and it would’ve been nice to see more of him, but hey, that’s okay too.

(his part in the naruto road to ninja movie had me in tears. like at the end. fucking tears.)

like naruto and kakashi may be super close and stuff, but when he needs someone as a guardian, naruto turns to iruka and idk i feel that says a lot about their relationship and it makes me cry all the fucking time

um anyways yes i also love zabuza

he’s so strong and empowered

AND THAT WHOLE ARC MADE ME CRY A LOT TOO AND THE FACT THAT IT BECOMES SUCH AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY

i have a lot more the say probably but it’s getting late and i need to take a shower and sleep and get up early in the morning to make food so i’ll just leave it at that

(i wrote a lot i know i’m sorry)

(hope i didn’t blow you away with any spoilers D:)

#my naruto gushing got a bit out of hand but i regret nothing #also when i say i cry #I ACTUALLY CRY #LIKE FULL ON CRYING #I NOW HAVE A BOX OF TISSUES ON MY DESK BECAUSE OF THIS #replies #love people #polarbearchan

[jxffhxrdy]

Raw 5/11/2020

Hey guys! Back again with opinions (that you didn’t ask for) on Monday Night Raw tonight- 5/11/2020. So let’s get into it! Again, I am not related to WWE in any way so what I say is not bible.

So, first of all, let’s get the most important thing out of the way. BECKY LYNCH IS PREGNANT Y’ALL!! Lowkey, kinda saw this coming? One, I think we’re about to see a lot of quarantine babies popping up haha. Second, the way they said she had a “big announcement”- what else could it have been? Huge congrats to her and Seth. I know she’ll be a great mom. 

Alright, on with the rest of the show!

♡Asuka is now the RAW Womens Champion!

Duh. She was going to get it whether she fought Becky or not. Am I happy about that? Meh. I wanted it to go to Nia Jax, but Asuka is very talented and well deserving, so kudos. She has a bajillion wins under her belt- let’s get her an elimination chamber match too! I really liked how they did the pass off though. I thought it was super cute, very professionally done, and I didn’t feel like it “wasted” the briefcase. I was semi-hoping for Becky to hand over the belt and Asuka to hand the briefcase to someone else, but I’ll take what we got and keep my mouth shut. Looking forward to Asuka’s first feud (which is probably Shayna and will probably give us a Backlash match). Cute nod to Kairi too, glad WWE remembers she exists. 

♡Angel Garza vs. Austin Theory vs. Akiri Tozawa?

Okay, so we all knew the download of Zelina’s clique was coming, but my question is- where did Tozawa come from? Who was he supposed to be fighting? Was his main opponent Garza? They were all in the ring at different times, then there was a poorly timed commercial break and I’m just all so confused. I’m kinda intrigued about how they are going to split up the group, but in no way excited for Garza and Theory. Frankly, I just don’t care. I think they got pushed up from NXT way too quickly, Theory especially. If one of them gets Andrade’s belt... let’s just say there will be some unhappy tweets sent out from me. Just when we thought this match was done....

♡Andrade (c) vs. Drew McIntyre (c) (MVP)

A champion versus champion match! And on the first show after a PPV! We love to see it. Andrade is very talented and I can definitely see him moving off midcard (even though he has the title, he’s still midcard y’all) and doing awesome things. Anything Drew McIntyre touches is gold. You could put him in a match with just about anyone and he’d make it great. He is such a talented performer, so passionate with every kick, punch, and promo and I just adore him. I don’t know a single person who thinks he is undeserving of his title (and if you do think he’s undeserving... who hurt you). I don’t really know why Drew got involved in the weird Zelina Clique fight in the first place, but I’m not complaining. I think they’re just getting some heat off of Drew before his next big feud. Regardless, my MVP of the night. Unlike the actual MVP, who sucked. Buttttt anyway...

♡Alexa Bliss/Nikki Cross (c) vs. The IIconics

YES. BRING BACK A GOOD TAG TEAM, THANK YOU WWE. Are the IIconics annoying? Yes. But they’re supposed to be. That’s the whole point of their characters. Regardless of that, they are a legit tag team and they do amazing work together. They have fantastic chemistry that isn’t forced- like Bliss/Cross. The match was great, I love an IIconics win, and I’m hoping they’re the ones to dethrone the current champs. Still annoyed by Alexa Bliss, sue me.

♡Whatever the hell the MVP match was

I cannot stand this. Truthfully. I don’t even care much to write about it. The only one I give a shit about here is R-Truth and even sometimes I think he’s too much (like tonight). He needs to be focused on the 24-7 title and kicking Gronk’s ass and MVP needs to just... go away. And take Bobby Lashley with him. Ever since the whole tire bit a few weeks ago, Bobby Lashley is a full joke. I don’t want him in a title picture or doing anything besides dumb backstage shit. Also- Lana should’ve been let go instead of Rusev after that promo. Woof. Please, just take them away.

♡Aleister Black/Rey Mysterio vs. Seth Rollins/Murphy

Woof. This match. Okay, for one, kinda sucks they didn’t make Aleister Black and Rey Mysterio undead, because that would’ve been rad. But second roof makes sense. I just like undead storylines. So Black and Mysterio come out all cute and what not, then we get to Seth/Murphy. I have NO idea what they’re doing with Seth’s character, not even a slight clue. I thought he was all like this because he’s a new dad? But nah, I think this is like some AJ Styles PTSD thing. I honestly couldn’t even tell you about how the fighting was, because of how locked on I was to Seth. The second Seth got involved I went from 0 to 60. Seth is just an amazing performer and my jaw was on the floor. Like Drew, everything he touches is golden.The thing that I think got me here (in a good way) was the eye thing with Mysterio. My heart fucking d r o p p e d. I know it’s rumored that Mysterio is on his way out and I just know it’s going to end with him unmasking. The second I saw blood, I knew they were going to have to take his mask off. They cannot and they should not have Mysterio unmask and retire in an empty show. They need to hold off and let him retire in front of a sold out show. This man has had a golden career, he’s a future hall of famer, and needs that respect. I thought this match was well done by both sides, loved the Black/Mysterio friendship, and the new tension between Rollins/Murphy. Great. Good showing. 

♡Shayna Baszler vs. Natalya

What is with WWE and giving Natalya losing matches? She’s so much better than that. That queen is a Hart, damn it, but you know Vince believes that Bret screwed Bret, so I guess Vince screwed Natalya is on the table now. I know they’re setting up Baszler to be Asuka’s first feud, it’s a tad obvious, but I hated that this fight came because of motherhood? Like what the hell was that. You could’ve done Baszler believing she had to fight her way through the female Raw roster to prove herself or something like that. But Motherhood is a tad soap opera- and we already got that with the Rollins fight. Snooze. 

♡Edge vs. Orton Standoff

Alright, so I want to give this its own little section because I have a lot of feelings. This is obviously a rating grab. The Edge/Orton thing died at Wrestlemania with that hour long match. It felt like a really good finish and was good for both performers. Then they announce “Edge is going to chase the Viper”, which is just... overkill. It’s because they feel they have no one else on their card big enough to feud with one of them? Which is crap! Feed Edge to Drew! Give Orton a match with Seth to avenge his old buddy Mysterio. Just stop overputting these two legends together like this because it will truly never end. If Orton wins the next match, then Edge can just turn around and say “well I’m not done either!” and it will drag. I was so hoping for a friends ending, but... ugh. I love both of these performers, but I hate dead end circle feuds.

♡General Thoughts

-What the fuck was that Lana promo and why did it suck so bad?

-First match announced for Backlash 2020: Edge vs. Orton in a “regular wrestling match” whatever that means. Will probably be the main event or one of them.

-Brand vs. Brand match next week with Drew McIntyre and King Corbin. Love this. Love both of these performers, I think they’re going to do some great stuff together. Corbin is most likely getting his ass beat, but I hope this is a forward to giving Corbin the Intercontinental title. I just need it off Sami Zayn. 

-Goddamn, I love Drew McIntyre.

-We didn’t have a single roll-up finish all night! God bless America.

-Seriously, what the fuck was that Lana promo?

Anyway, hope you all have a great night and I will see everyone on Wednesday for AEW and Friday for Smackdown!

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