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daz4i · 7 months
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i think this is the most genuine emotion we've seen from nikolai ever. and the fact he seems unsure about how he's feeling, how it's seemingly contradicting, imo works really well with his character
he's all about saying things that contradict each other and imo, there is always some truth to both sides of what he says
so. here. i think some part of him was happy to be free of his only bond... but then it got overtaken with the part of him that realizes this bond wasn't. like. as constricting as he first thought
it seems that at the end of it all he somehow even WANTED to get that bond running deeper. imo, it was to feed both sides of him - the side that wants to be free can't actually prove his free will if they weren't that close in the first place, they barely interacted before, it's almost like killing any other person. on the other hand, he also genuinely likes fyodor and wants to be closer bc well. he is "perfectly sane". he is, underneath it all, still a person deep down, as much as he might hate that.
when fyodor threatens to take him out in the future he doesn't seem scared, but he also doesn't seem particularly excited i think? (or maybe that's just how he expresses his genuine, non-performative excitement, who knows.) at the same time, he also doesn't seem to want to kill him now, to follow him, like he's keeping it for that new game he was just promised
but then fyodor dies. and he won't get a chance to play it. and in a way, that takes from his freedom too, isn't it? his freedom to choose how his bond with fyodor will be. in a way, fyodor dying took away from his free will.
i truly believe nikolai is. maybe not selfish but certainly self-centered or self-serving enough to be sad over, and forgive me for this analogy, his toy getting broken. I'm certain he's also genuinely sad about his only friend dying, and so gruesomely too, but i wouldn't be surprised if at his core this is what makes him this sad. and i think that also leads to his conflicting emotions about fyodor's death
i also think that thing dazai pointed out about fyodor's lack of trust plays a part in nikolai's grief here. to him, fyodor is the only one who understood him, the only one who made him feel seen, and as far as we know the only person who was important to him. but he probably knew the feeling wasn't mutual. still, this was the nail in the coffin, confirming fyodor never saw him as a friend as well, not even as an ally.
i don't have an actual conclusion here, just speculation on nikolai's internal turmoil and how he might feel now. i really hope (and expect) we will see him again, and i wonder if this event will change anything about him.
i speculated in the past that his eye cover is a symbol of his bond with fyodor. and today, he took it off after fyodor died. i wonder, if the next time we see nikolai, he will still wear it or not (or possibly wear a new one). i guess we'll see!
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expelliarmus · 1 year
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olyfrogg · 7 months
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What I should be doing? Finishing my art backlog. What I do instead? I keep coming up with new art ideas🥺
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torchickentacos · 6 months
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An art post? From me? It's more likely than you'd think, and it's thanks to @gaycey-sketchit for posting a GORGEOUS sunset picture that inspired me to redraw it (while listening to my online textbook. Multitasking)!! I've had a good ol' six month long art block, so it was really nice to get back into it with what I love and what I started with, which is landscape art with a focus on the sky. And that photo was a perfect inspiration!
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I got sort of lazy on the clouds and some of the colors are a bit off, but overall I'd call this a great way to sort of dip my toes back into digital art. I'd love to refamiliarize myself with it more and draw more often again!
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mattodore · 7 months
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cessmaga · 9 months
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I like how their powers are different types of light
light bfs
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if ur still doing requests pls rem if not das all g
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she’s chrysanthemum-coded to me <3
close-ups ig
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#ask#death note#rem#very messy i apologize#was extra messy here because i was playing with a new brush and by that i mean a default brush that i've never touched before#i actually quite like it very fun i typically like brushes that are 100% or close to 100% opaque but this was fun i like how it layered#i think i'm gonna finalize my idea and perhaps render something fully for once because i feel up to it if flowers are involved#but i promise nothing#drew these left to right btw. there were also like 2 more but they were small and i gave up on them so wjatever#i like the last one the best i think i needed a bit to figure out how i wanted the petals to lay and i like that one the best#the silhouette feels good i like the shape the back i did start trying smth asymmetrical but rem is very symmetrical and i find the symmetr#paired with the wings feels very regal and powerful and almost cape-like as a silhouette which i am a fan of#if i did finish something i might add misa in which case i need to think of what flower she most resembles roses are too easy i need smth#else but i will decide that later bc i am writing this very late at night and now i'm gonna queue it up for tomorrow bc i am going somewher#so goodbye goodnight good day idk what time it is for you. so#WAIT I SHOULD DO RYUK TOO WAIT WAIT soon. soon. he will be a bug yes yessss wait wait if he's a bug i want misa to be butterfly themed#like maybe a beetle of some kind? no no no wasp? ant? i'll think abt it#light would prob be some sort of poisonous plant? idk if u have thoughts idk tell me i'm getting into this bc i'm deprived of springtime at#and it is making me silly :3 teehee anyway i will Think about this and get back to it soon enough#gooddbye bye bye sayonara you weeaboo shits idk. bye
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a-victorian-girl · 3 months
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OMGGGG I'M SO FUCKING TIRED!!!
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thewertsearch · 2 years
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bugsbenefit · 3 months
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oh yeah i just remembered there's a convention this weekend where ST actors are supposed to attend btw
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those events can fall through at the last minute but if it doesn't this friday will be the first time actors will be doing a panel while not being able to deny knowing things about s5 anymore (expecting them to still say they don't know the ending and so on but yk, at least they can't say they haven't touched the scripts at all yet)
not like they'll say anything but the fact we can actually get casual acknowledgement of s5s existence now is crazy to me (still haven't fully processed we're a full month into shooting yet, the over half a year delay fucked with me) they could also realistically mention small non spoiler things that the Duffer's have previously openly talked about like Dustin grieving Eddie and so on. not saying they would, that's already more than i'd expect their NDAs to allow, but it's at least in the realm of possibilities
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wtfuckevenknows · 7 months
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Would appreciate it if you could all keep me in your thoughts and prayers for this job interview tomorrow 😬
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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Don't mind me, I'm just thinking how Steve would absolutely love fucking your tits. For him there's something about sliding between the softness of your boobs. Perhaps he's straddling your chest, his large hands holding your boobs tight around him. Maybe once he's finished over your chest, he swipes his finger through his cum and offers it up to your lips.
-🍑 anon
I was going back through my asks tonight, looking for what I wanted to write and idk why but this one really stood out to me 🥵
I love this thought so much! Like the way he'd pant and groan at the sight of your tits pressed together and his cock slipping between them. Especially if they were really lubed up or better still, nice and soapy. Soapy boobs are the fucking best.
And he would love playing with your nipples, tugging and teasing them while he fucks your tits. "God, you're so pretty like this. No idea how good that feels." He grunts, surging forward with a moan before dragging back again. The lube keeps his glide nice and slick, his hands holding you in place and it's so easy to get lost in this.
"You like that, baby? You like fucking my tits?" You can't help yourself, reaching down between your legs and unsurprisingly, finding yourself soaking wet.
Your fingers slip through your own slick folds, rubbing small circles over your own clit and he swears he's going to lose it when he sees you getting as into this as he is. "S-so fucking perfect. God, it's so hot. Your tits are so soft and warm and I c-can't stop thinking about covering them in my cum."
Your little breathy moan gives you away, not to mention the little slick sounds of your fingers working against your sensitive sex.
"Oh my God, you're touching yourself." Steve gasps, the realisation hitting him like a tonne of bricks because he didn't think this could even get hotter. Clearly, he was wrong.
"Want you to cum for me." You whisper and he swears he's going to lose it. "I don't want you to stop. I want your cum dripping all over me. Fuck, please Stevie." Your own fingers speed up in time with his thrusts and it's not long before he stills, his cock throbbing but held in place between your breasts.
His groan is breathtaking and you feel the first couple of huge pumps splatter over your skin. His release splashes up your neck, settling in the hollow of your throat and more just keeps coming.
The hands holding your breasts together are restless, kneading your flesh. "F-fuck, I can't stop." He gasps and watching him blow his load over you is almost enough to finish this for you too.
The last few smaller spurts are barely finished and his head is still racing. You look so throughly ruined, he can hardly control himself. "You didn't finish?" He questions softly, letting your breasts go while trying not to let his cum spill from your chest. He hums approvingly when you shake your head, your fingers still desperately massaging your own clit.
"Good. Because I'm gonna lick and kiss every drop of my mess off you. And then I'm going to fuck it into your pretty little pussy with my tongue."
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4ngel-inc · 1 month
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i'm back !! ᰔ ᰔ ᰔ
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I've been doing so much research for my Fit disability fic (mostly research about prosthetics) and I've been doing a lot of research about hearing aids too, completely forgetting I have an Actual Person In My Life who uses hearing aids who I could straight up ask about stuff.
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osamusriceballs · 2 years
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Heat - Part II
Part I II Part III
Suna x fem Reader
Warnings: NSFW
Words: ~1,3 k
About: Just smut. 
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Your mate.
His arm gently wraps around your waist with his other hand behind your head to force you to look at him- not that you actually could look away, even if you wanted to. Not when your mate is right in front of you. There is something in his eyes that’s captivating you, that’s making it impossible for you to look away, something that pulls you even closer to him. His scent is overwhelming from the short distance, and every fiber in your body screams and begs for you to get closer, to bathe in his scent, to beg him to take you and fuck you and breed you-
“We’re gonna leave you alone. Get inside, your neighbors are gonna call the police if you do... that... outside.” The words from the other dark-haired male cause your attention to shift for a second, and you eventually break eye contact with the handsome man, who is still holding you close. The last sane part of you urges you to follow that advice, to go inside and lock the door, so you can spend time alone with your mate and finally let him relieve your urges- and you can’t  suppress a moan when you think about the actual mating that is about to happen. About how he will fuck you brainless and cum inside of you, how he will mark you and bury his teeth in your skin, being the most intimate with you that two mates could ever be- The three alphas look at you when another whimper leaves your lips, the tension in their posture evident to you. They are probably able to smell your arousal even from that distance and still being unmated, your scent must drive them insane. 
Your mate slowly comprehends his words, but the desperate moans that leave your lips cause him to focus back on you again, his body deliberately shielding you from the eyes of the other men in that process. You can feel how tense he is, his chest raising heavily for one last time before he briskly gets on his feet, pulling your body with him while he does. He sends one last warning growl to the men, an obvious threat, a silent promise to rip their throats if they even dare to step closer to you- and they quickly step back and give you more space.
Your mate takes a step in your apartment and pushes you inside as well, quickly shutting the door with his foot, but still making sure that you both maintain physical contact all the time. This time, he’s pressing you tightly against the door, your back meeting the cold surface, and your body almost gives up when you face your alpha like this- his attractive face impossibly close to yours, his hot body so close that you can feel the heat he’s radiating, and the bulge in his pants that tightly presses against your stomach. You can almost feel your slick dripping at this point, and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his shoulder.
He closes his eyes, breathing deeply to maintain the last bit of composure. But you have other plans- you grab his shoulders and pull his neck closer to your nose, deeply inhaling his scent in an desperate attempt to calm your racing heartbeat.
“I’m... Rintarou.” He speaks slowly, the words barely audible, but his deep voice sends another wave of need through your body. His chest is pressed against yours and you feel like you could explode any second at the close contact. “I need you- Rintarou- alpha,” you whisper, knowing that he’ll hear and understand you when you’re so close to him. His body tenses at your words, at the word “alpha”, at his name leaving your lips- before he pulls back abruptly and grabs your chin to lift your face. His lips meet yours in an instant for a messy kiss- more like a clash of your lips, his tongue quickly pushing its way inside of your mouth when he leans forward to feverishly deepen the kiss. You’re too distracted from the make-out to realize that he brought his knee between your legs until you feel him pushing it against your wet core. You whine into the kiss, your hips involuntarily rutting against his leg to get some friction, to get some relief for your aching body- 
“Please- please, take me- I need it, I need you so bad-” the desperateness in your voice is not even the slightest bit concealed while you kiss down on his neck, right where is scent is the strongest, wanting nothing more but to be surrounded by his addicting smell.
“Fuck- please don’t say that, I can’t hold back when you’re like this, omega.” His knee bucks up to meet your rutting hips, and you almost scream in pleasure when your oversensitive clit finally meets some friction. “Yes- yes- your omega-” 
“Mine. His hands suddenly roam to your sides and wander under the fabric of your shirt, pressing his fingers against your hot skin and feeling your body close to him. “Only mine now.”
“Please, please-” is the only word you’re now capable to voice out, and you almost cry out when he moves his hand to cup your breast under your shirt and massages it roughly. “Yes, yes-” your body is on fire, your head thrown back while he starts to kiss down your neck roughly, leaving marks and bites on your skin that only fuel the fire inside of you. “I’m gonna make ya cum like that, my pretty little omega. Make a mess for me.”
“I can’t- you need to touch me-” you whimper but your body keeps on moving with him, his scent overwhelming and making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but him. 
On his fingers that keep on kneading your breast roughly, finally slipping under the flimsy material of your bra and pinching your nipple- 
On his hand that rests on your hip and holds you in place, his fingers feeling cool against your heated skin-
On his leg that’s between yours and keeps on rutting against your  pussy- and his lips that greedily move down on your collarbones, licking over the spot that will carry his mark later- and that’s when you snap. Your back is arching and pushing your breasts into his face, your legs caging his thigh when you ride out your orgasm, incoherent words leaving your lips while your body releases even more slick, the wetness running down his bare thigh now, but he only curses how “fucking hot his omega is”, and “keep cumming for me, omega, don’t stop”.
You barely realize how your hand is somehow wrapped in his hair, your other hand holding his shoulders for support when you finally calm down from your high. “Fells good, huh? Such a sweet little omega. So pretty when you cum for me,” his voice is laced with lust and you nod vehemently, his constant praises making your cheeks hear up from embarrassment. 
He made you cum without even touching you properly- and it was literally the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, nothing compared to any other heat you’ve encountered so far. His lips meet yours once again, and you feel how he tries to kiss you softly, but his body is craving for more. The bulge in his pants presses even harder against your stomach, aching for attention- aching for his mate.
You quickly drop your hand from his hair to between his legs, resting above his clothed hard-on for a second, your eyes begging for permission to touch him, to feel him too- and he nods curtly, a growl leaving his lips when you palm him through his pants. “Fuck- so eager, my pretty mate?”
Every word of him makes you whimper, your body heating up again, the release before barely giving you relief, when you get needy again, still needing your alpha to fuck you. Your movements get faster, desperate, your body trembling when he keeps on playing with your breasts, fondling roughly and kneading, a growl leaving his lips once again when you boldly sneak your hand in the elastic fabric of his pants and underwear and touch his bare cock without hesitation. His breath hitches, his hips rutting forward when you grab his impressive length with your hand to pump him- and that’s when his rut fully kicks in. His hands suddenly rip your shirt, and he’s deliberately ignoring your shrieks when he gives your bra the same treatment, not caring about anything but mating with you now. He doesn’t take his time before he removes his leg and rips your skirt as well, throwing the destroyed fabric carelessly on the ground. He grabs your wrist and forces you to pull your hand out of his boxers- and he resembles more of an animal than a human when he looks at you with his wild, lust-clouded, dark eyes.
“On the couch. All fours. Now. I’m going to mark you.”
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acerikus · 5 months
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You ever just watch a little bit of a show for the hell of it then get mad about getting invested 😔😔😔😔
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