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wwerhea · 11 months

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SACRIFICAL ANGEL

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. there was something about her the moment you two met. she was strong, intimidating, and breathtaking. she was everything you wanted, but was she worth the risk?

tags. friends to lovers, dirty talk slay, shitty boyfriend?, aggressive!rhea, bi!reader.

warnings. eighteen plus — heavy cheating themes, sexual content, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, cursing, shame kink, slightly manipulative!rhea, mentions of penetration.

“Are you telling me to stop?” Her strong frame caged you in like you were prey and she was nothing but a wild animal going for the kill. Skillful fingers playing with the hem of your dress wanting nothing more than to rip it clean down the middle. Both of your palms laid flat on her chest, trying to create some space, but Rhea wrapped them around her neck, using your body to best of her advantage. Taking any opportunity to get as close to you as she could.

“He’s waiting for you, isn’t he? Waiting for his good girl, yeah?” Rhea purred in your ear, the sultry in her voice never failing to get you exactly where you need to be. Soft lips sucking on the sweet spot just beneath your ear, teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin, making you whine for her as her tongue soothed the bite.

She pinned you against the door harder, hips continuing to press into hers until she had your legs wrapped around her waist, and your hands woven into her hair. Pulling at it every time she bites you was music to her ears. Your hips grinding into her, whining like a cat in heat as you felt what she’s packing.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about, huh? Me fucking you while your pathetic little boyfriend is entertaining everyone else — is that what you want?” She taunted you, but all you did was whine as her assault on you continued.

“He doesn’t know how weak you are for me. My little princess in the palm of my hand.”

She pulls always from your neck, lips pressed against your ear, ready to torture you with the voice you’d be on your knees for.

“Begging and waiting for me to give you everything you need. Isn’t that right?” She smacked your ass, nails digging through the fabric, desperate to have you out of it.

Eagerly, you nodded in response.

“I bet you’re just dripping for me to split this pussy right open. Fuck her the way she deserves.” Rhea nibbled on your ear before she whispered, “Is this cunt dripping for me? For your Mommy?”

“Yes, it’s always for you. All for Mommy.” You pulled Rhea’s hair, needing to feel more. You finally accepted your feelings and you craved to feel her in any way you could.

Every touch felt like it was the first. The explosiveness in your stomach, the head rush every time her lips connected with your body — this was how it was supposed to feel. It physically made you ache in pain knowing who you were betraying but the woman in front of you was it.

No one else could compare, they never could. Rhea was one of a kind, a sweet precious diamond you wanted to keep near and dear to you.

But tonight, she would remind you just how sharp her edges truly were.

“Just say the word, princess. Fuck, I want to make you cum, angel. Are you going to let Mommy make a mess?”

“Please.” It was all Rhea needed, before she maneuvered you on the bed, enjoying the erratic movements of your hips against your body before she threw you on the bed as easily as a ragdoll.

The confirmation you needed her just as badly had her reeling. The rush of power she felt pumping through her veins, knowing you wanted her was all the satisfaction she would ever need.

“Are you really that much of a needy fucking brat you’re going to let me fuck you right here? You’re going to let me take whatever I want while your pitiful, little boyfriend is waiting for you?”Rhea sat back on her calves, almost as if she wanted you to come to her.

Thighs on full display, broad shoulders pushed back. “You’re going to let Mommy do whatever she wants with you tonight. Such a good little slut for me.”

You nodded eagerly. Only wanting to please her.

“Take off your dress, baby.” Rhea demanded, tongue peaking out as she ran it over her teeth, eyeing you like you were her last meal.

You carefully picked it by the hem before throwing it over your head, leaving you with nothing but a pair of lace panties, The only piece of integrity left, hanging on a very thin line, but now there was nothing stopping her now. You matched her stance with far less clothes adorning your body, as you waited her to do as she pleased.

You should feel regretful, or even a little bit shameful. It was your boyfriend’s big celebration, his entire family and friends congratulating him on his biggest accomplishment and all you craved was to please the woman in front of you.

To let her mold you into whatever she desired - no longer able to contain your wants and needs for her.

Rhea was someone you never be able to let go of. It was that simple, but you knew regardless, he would feel justified in your wrongs.

“Fuck.” Taking you in, Rhea couldn’t believe it, you were just as beautiful as she remembered. A painting she only dreamed of, so perfect and precious as she looked into your dreamy eyes.

Part of her couldn’t believe it. Truly, you were here — for her and her alone.

She sunk two of her fingers inside her mouth before sucking on them sweetly, her mischievous eyes never leaving your own until she pulled them off with a pop.

“You look just as perfect, but do you taste as sweet?” Rhea pushed you until you were laying on your back, spreading your legs wide as the wrestler positioned herself, careful to not put her entire weight on you. “Tell me, does he ever eat you out?” The smugness in her tone and the way she ran her finger down the middle of your chest told you she already knew the answer.

But this is Rhea, and she loved to play with her food. She wanted you helpless and crying out before she put you out of your misery. She wanted to bend you so far, you’d be afraid of snapping. The dominant side of her took over and you could see it in her eyes – how she wanted to completely and utterly devour you until there wasn’t anything left.

Then, she would do it all over again.

“Aw, have you gone mute, baby?” Her tattooed hand slapped your covered cunt, causing you to shriek. Rhea laughed while she teased you even further. “Do you need to be reminded of how it feels to cum again? I know that little boy toy of yours even knows where a clit is.”

Softly, her lips kissing along your neck before finding purchase on your lips, kissing you confidently, assured you would accept anything she'd have to offer. Your hands clung onto her biceps, nails piercing through your skin as you tried to contain yourself.

“Are you ready for this?” She was pushing, wanting the satisfaction of being the one you wanted. The crave boiling in her blood ran deep and there was no controlling it. Rhea knew you felt the same, all that was needed was coaxing. A little bit of bad influence to bring it out of you.

He would never care for the way Rhea did - treat you the way you deserved. She knew it in her bones she loved you more than anyone ever could.

For years, Rhea had seen the twinkle in your eyes when you looked at her and she was afraid. Afraid the fantasy she dreamt of was just that, a figment of imagination. Until that one fateful night.

Rhea seemed to replay it in her mind until there was nothing left, just you trapped in it. Your blinding smile, always taking her breath away any time it was directed towards her. Maybe if she was lucky, you’d choose her too.

There were pieces of you, ones she had collected over time, and the puzzle was nearly complete. All she needed was you to fall in as deeply as she had. Part of her believed in your feelings for her, and she wanted to, but she had her reasons for holding back in the past.

But now? There was nothing in her way. Not since the kiss.

It excited Rhea. The thought was enough to bring the strong wrestler to her knees. Carefully, she was reminded of the lengths she would go for you. There wasn’t an edge she wouldn’t reach to claim every part of you.

Rhea let herself relax, more encouragement fled through her veins as your hands clung to her like a vine. Afraid if you let go, she would disappear.

She pulled herself away from your heavenly body, mouth opening before sporting a knowing smirk, until her voice was found.

“Are you ready for this?” Rhea challenged, but she also needed assurance. She wasn’t your long time partner, the man expecting you at home was. To you and to her, if this happened it wouldn’t be some meaningless one time thing. The desire building beneath the surface had officially overflowed, and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself even if you tried.

“There’s no shame if you can’t. I would be severely disappointed, but I’m a big girl, I can take the rejection. Even if my darling angel has changed her mind.” She affirmed if this wasn’t what you wanted, there was still room for you to dismiss and pretend this never happened.

You took note of the sincerity laced in Rhea’s eyes. Truly meaning every word.

“I promise, I wouldn’t be here if this wasn't what I wanted.” Your thumb rubbed reassuringly on her bicep, reassuring her if you wanted to be somewhere else, you would. It was the last nail in the coffin, before she trapped you in there, binded in the ashes of your love.

“I’m going to take these off now.” You knew she was giving you an out, a last moment to stop this if it’s what you wanted, but the only coherent thought entering your mind was just how much you craved her. How this was the only thing you’d been able to think of for months on end.

The dreams of touching her, kissing her. Getting lost in the thought of her beautiful blues, her strong frame, or imagining how she’d look like coming for you. Or the devilish smirk in your eyes right before she tips you over the edge, knowing exactly what’s coming.

It’s how you’d been getting off while Jordan worked long nights - thinking of Rhea. Sometimes, it was when he was in bed fast asleep, you would think of how good her tongue would feel buried in your cunt. Her long fingers, and how much more they’d fill you up than your own, reaching places you wanted to but to no avail remained untouched.

You thought of her thick thighs, and how much you want to ride them. Would she let you get off on her thighs alone? Or would that just be her tease of the night?

It’d been months since your boyfriend had wanted to fuck, and even before, you fantasized about her. The more time you spent with her while Jordan wasn’t around left you under her spell. She didn’t have to do much until you were putty in her hands, molded and shaped just to her liking. Rhea was just what you needed, and god was she enjoying it. She craved your acceptance just as much as your submission.

The whimpers and moans with her name continuously falling off your tongue. The way your cunt would grind against her own, begging for relief. The way you almost gave in when you agreed to go out with her two weeks ago, and her lips found yours. Devouring you from the inside with every stroke of her tongue dominating your own.

It was the final nail in the coffin. You would never be able to escape her after dipping your soul with the sinner. You craved for more, yet there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach, a nagging voice telling you this wasn’t the way this should happen.

You tried to feel guilty, or shameful, but when it came to Rhea you couldn’t find it within yourself to care about anything else. You just needed to be with her again and she had cornered you, pulling out all the steps necessary. You weren’t coming out of this room until she marked you as hers again.

But this time it would be deeper. You would feel her vividly, raw and ready to please you.

You knew it would be worth it.

“Now be my good little angel and hold Mommy’s hair while she reminds you who should be with you.” Before you even had a moment to faux a protest, Rhea was right where you desperately wanted her, no matter how much it would hurt the man waiting to see your shining face as you congratulated him at the door. And almost, the vision was shifting. The look of disappointment etched in the furrow of his brow or in the pout of his lower lip.

Try and try, you did. To at least give him an explanation as to why you weren’t there supporting along with the rest of him. Deadly but certain, you knew the accusations would start the moment you walk through the front door. Rhea’s name would be the first out of his mouth.

Envy reached him where you couldn’t, taking a hold of the man you once loved. The tight grip as strong as a vixen on top of you with his sights set on the woman he’d always been intimidated by.

Rhea held you a little too long for his liking. He disagreed with how close she pulled you in. He lost it the first time Rhea kissed you on the cheek, lips so low they nearly reached the corner of your lips.

The first time you had to defend your relationship with Rhea was when the two of you had joined her at the gym and he swore you were checking her out during one of her reps.

It was the first time you couldn’t deny your physical attraction to her. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried, her hold on you is visceral. A need buried so deep, it felt as if it had always been.

Then she was on you.

“Oh my god. Holy fuuuuck.” Her tongue started out with small strokes, fucking your folds with your tongue as your hands found purchase in her raven hair. Crystal blue eyes sinfully watching beneath you, mouth open wide trying to compose yourself.

It’s all you could dream of, and your wish came true. The girl of your dreams worshiping you at the altar.

“Mommy, you feel so good. Fuck, I’ve dreamt about your mouth s-so m-much.” Your hips began to move until she moved both of her hands to your thighs, her overpowering strength keeping you right where she wanted you.

“Just my mouth then? Nothing else you wanted?” The whimper leaving your mouth as she circled her tongue on your clit had her humping into the mattress. Your tits on full display as you were dripping for her was more than enough to send her head through a frenzy, but tonight was about you.

“Rhea, please. You know what I want. I-” You pleaded, but lost words died in the back of your throat when she sucked the sensitive bud in her mouth, pulling her hair tighter.

Her tongue soothed over your clit and she released it until she did it again, your body beginning to shake at feeling. Before you could even process what was happening, she moved your hands to your sides so she could gain some space.

Only until she was on her knees spitting on your pussy, watching as it connects from her lips to yours.

Black lips grinning wickedly as you continued to moan, she teased and fingered along your clit before she found your pretty little hole. Her long finger gradually built a pace as she watched you take such a small piece of her.

Then she let a second one enter, watched your head fall back against the silky sheets, unable to look her in the eyes.

Too afraid you’ll come too soon, but you assumed Rhea had other plans. She wanted to feel you unravel for her. She wanted to be the one to bring you there until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you were hers, and only hers.

“I need it Mommy, please.” You begged for her as she pumped brutally and then her thumb reached for your clit, circling just enough to send you in a frenzy, but not quite enough to get you where you needed to be.

She knew it yet she was taunting you with the sensation. It felt like too much at first, but then as time passed, you needed more. More of her and what she was packing beneath her sweats. “Give me your cock, Mommy.”

Without losing her pace, she mauvered her body so she was hovering over you, limber fingers still pumping in your tight cunt. Using her free hand, she wrapped her hand before wrapping it around your neck, applying as much pressure as she felt necessary.

“Do you really think you’d ever be in a position to give me orders?” She bent her head down until her lips were met with your nipple, tongue circling around the bud before she let her teeth sink before letting go.

“What would he do if he saw you getting fuck by mommy?” Then she began her assault on your other breast, her tongue lavishing and on your nipple, flicking back and forth on the bud until she found the high pitch moan she was looking for.

The more she played with your tits the quicker she was bringing to the edge. A soft, but what seemed to be an infinite chant of her name fell from your lips.

“I-...Fuck” You tried to respond to her but despite your best efforts, you were under mercy. Every stroke of her tongue and thrust of her fingers pushed you closer to where you would die to be. The sound of your slick being pushed around in your gushing pussy only made Rhea want more.

All of it was because of her, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until she claimed you properly.

“My cock’s not even in you, baby and you’re already being a dumb slut? Use your words before I make you regret it.” Rhea threatened, but she began to circle your slit faster as if her sole purpose was to torture you. “I asked you a question.”

Her tone dropped lower as she spoke to you, “Would you let him stop me?”

“No, of course not, Mommy.” You rushed out before tears began to fill your eyes, because just when her pace was bringing you where you needed to be, she removed her thumb from your clit as you began to ride her hand. Trying to get yourself off, as you felt the cool silver of her rings smooth over your cunt.

“Good.” Then she leaned forward, lips pressed against your ear before she whispered softly, “I’m going to get undressed, you’re going to call your precious little boyfriend and then you’re going to talk to him while I fuck this sweet little pussy that was made for me. Yeah?”

She didn’t even give you a chance to reply before she grabbed your phone from the floor, handing it to you, sweetly. Nervously, you fidgeted, terrified but excited for what was about to happen. You were about to get fucked by the woman you’d been thinking about for months. She was about to bear it all with you, and god was she going to make you work for it.

Then, there she was, bare in front of you as you nervously dialed your boyfriend waiting for him to pick up.

“Let me show you what a real fuck feels like, princess.”

hope you enjoyed the read!

#am i really posting this rn #hehe :)#if u don’t like this pls keep it yourself #mustering up all my confidence to post this #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #rhea ripley x female reader #rhea ripley x fem!reader #judgement day fic #wwe fan fiction

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delicourse · 3 months

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been watching dungeon meshi...🌱

#marcille donato #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #girl i dont know what tags are right.#deliart #normally i stay away from the fantasy medieval rpg etc aesthetic but this anime is nice so far ! felt a little refreshing.#i appreciate the textured linework in the anime. although as someone who also does that. i really felt the slight bleed on the colors #in some spots. i wanted to get in there to fix it soo bad in the beginning #textured linework requires a lot of effort to look clean.....but it looks lovely. seems difficult if u gotta color a whole animation #id do neat linework for this but i am base sketch pen for linework pilled rn. post more work less #got more serious wips currently but those are all on the backburner<3 sorrie.....

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fumifooms · 4 months

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Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

#Chilchuck tims #dungeon meshi #analysis #HAPPY CHILCHUCK DAY #You know what yeah understandable have a good day #Alcohol be a ticket straight to chilling out town I suppose #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #Thinking on if I should split my family masterpost into diff posts for max reach hmm #Anyways I’m def editing in the second page into that post that “I’ve got three people to think of here” sounds sooo much like that’s #How he’d think about it in a family setting as well. He works so hard for them 🥺#I could have put 100 pics on this post to justify everything I mentioned but this is a speedrun for a reason. I’m planning so many #Compilations rn i need a break from rereading lol #He’s just here to do his work!! He just wanna do his work!!!#I’m always rotating him in my brain like rotisserie chicken :( Hopefully this doesn’t sound disjointed or insane to average readers #He’s always on his guard so he has a short fuse and his type of humor & liking for snarky remarks doesn’t help #Also bc he knows nothing lasts he has a very work hard play hard mentality where ‘dying doing something you love. Like drinking’#Is nice in his opinion #This post makes it all sound so dry. Chilchuck is so messy thinking about him is thrilling I swear. This is concise but at what cost…#OH ALSO he has weird self-hate issues where he really values his skills but devalues himself on a personal level.#‘I am a coward. I only care about myself. I cheated on my wife (lying for no reason)’ etc etc #Can’t disappoint people and make them leave you if they already have no expectations and esteem of you 😏💡

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inkskinned · 11 months

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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

#writeblr #warm up #i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books #(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild #but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning #and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go #anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct #i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers #i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once #it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because #when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that #a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN #who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends #i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!

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gordonsicedcoffee · 2 months

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girl help I need to eat him for breakfast

#his fuckin HAIR. I'm afflicted w/the PLAGUE #and it's BUBONIC!!!! bitch!!!!!#sometimes I just scroll thru the gifs I make @ 2 am w/my brain full of asbestos and radioactive waste like. we were really goin thru it huh #peter strahm #mine #anyways. my hands should be in his hair rn in this moment #and ALSO [redacted whorism] [redacted whorism] [REDACTED WHORISM]#I'm just fckn saying..........................#rabies-posting...................cujo the saint bernard state of MIND #don't look directly @ me I'm in the trenches today #<-but. I mean. when am I NOT in these trenches. let's be honest #so u should never be looking directly @ me!!!!!!!!!

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royalarchivist · 2 months

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[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

#Pactw #QSMP #Pac #March 18 2024 #As much as I love keeping people updated about Pac / the other Portuguese-speaking creators #I think I might not make as many transcribed posts for their clips anymore #I just don't think I'm qualified enough to be transcribing things for a language I don't know #like yeah we have the Qlobal Translator and Aypierre's translators to rely on #And I'm always upfront when I'm not 100% sure about a translation #but I've been thinking about it a lot and it kinda makes me feel a bit icky. Idk.#I might be overthinking this but I just I don't want to spread around translations I'm not super confident about #esp. since I know a lot of people cite my clips in analysis posts or link them to other people as resources #and 90% of the time I'm like ''Hell yeah I love seeing people getting a lot of use out of the archive''#but sometimes I get a bit anxious like ''Did I do a good enough job translating this''#''Am I ruining someone's entire perception of a conversation or character because I left one word out or mistranslated something?''#And like I said that's normally not a HUGE concern since if I'm not certain about a translation I just won't post a clip. but you know #idk it might just be the anxiety talking but I really really don't want to spread bad info #Happy to hear other folks' perspective #I'm really grateful for people like Bell and Pix and others who translate clips and I always try to reblog those #but we don't have a ton of people posting clips & translating things on Tumblr since we're so English-centric #which is part of the reason WHY I like sharing clips of the non-English-speaking CCs #but at the same time I want to do an accurate job representing what they're saying #Maybe I'll just start posting things and give a TLDR context of what they're talking about but not a transcript #that way native-speakers can hop in and add translations if that's something they're comfortable doing #and if not then well. at least I'm not sharing something that isn't super accurate #idk I'm just thinking out loud a bit in the tags #But I'm open to hearing other people's thoughts on the matter #Anyways giant rant aside. q!Pac is NOT doing ok rn

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general-cyno · 6 months

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I haven't stopped thinking about zolu after wano bc isn't it crazy that zoro, as enma's new wielder, has declared he might as well become the king of hell and it turns out he's a descendant of the shimotsuki/frost moon family line, making him a descendant of shimotsuki ryuma the god of the blade whom he resembles physically, whose sword zoro earned after defeating his zombie in thriller bark and who's considered a hero of wano that's only rivaled now by joy boy - luffy's sun god nika the warrior of liberation and joy. that both zoro's presence and luffy's df awakening as nika/joy boy in wano were considered the "work of fate". how zoro was luffy's first crewmate, one he actively sought after learning just his name and fearsome reputation. the whole pirate king and greatest swordsman business. their parallels to roger and ray. how they both have the will of kings/conquerors. I feel insane

#zolu #tp #I am extremely fascinated by this turn of events ngl I'm not sure if something's being cooked here #(in the manga I mean) but the food sure smells good #like what the hell is this #also I just caught up with the manga to the most recent chapter so thinking abt these two is the balm I need rn #after all those ahem. very recent dark turns. I love OP so much it's so good #I also think it's funny that zoro's birth month lowkey spoiled his family origins lmao #considering what shimotsuki most commonly means apparently #and I mentioned it in the long wano post I made but #the mix of fate and choice wrt zolu is just. really good

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ratcorner · 1 year

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[ID. A digital painting of the Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared protagonists falling into a convoluted spiral. In the center are the antagonists, intruding upon the scene. The canvas is crowded with images of the Teachers and the house. End ID.]

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#HIIII THIS IS EMBARRASSING BUT I WAS RLLY INTO THE WEB SERIES IN 2014 AND NOW IM UNEXPECTEDLY OBSESSED W THE SHOW #i kno this is kind of a tes centric acc but icant think of anything other than this show abt gay ass puppets. sory #artcorner #dhmis #don’t hug me i’m scared #dhmis spoilers #dhmis art #eye strain #had a realy fun time doing this!! i used a new lining brush and tried being more loose . i like it :-]#red guy #yellow guy #duck guy #dhmis lesley #dhmis roy #i shoudl animate this. put a little movemennt in there..#HEY THIS GOT REALLY FUCKED UP IN SOME OF THE RBS I AM SORRY. I HATE YOU TUMBLR FORMATTING #the source post is still good!!! there’s just a janky one going around rn..

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uncanny-tranny · 8 months

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Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.

#disability #this is a callout post about myself #i genuinely thought my GAD was cured because my symtoms had lessened significantly since i've transitioned #turns out my anxiety is just as killer and awful - it's just muted slightly #i am currently laying down with my brain convinced that i'm About To Have a Heart Attack #(and not in the fun demi lovato kind of way)#(that song is a little over a decade old... what the bingle)#anyway please don't do what i do whenever i experience ANY level of symptoms getting better because it will shock you...#...when those symptoms come back and remind you that you Do Indeed have [x condition]#i now know how a wolf girl feels when they say they are Actually Feral because that's how i feel rn 💀#even I'M not immune to the idea that the things i suffer from are things that can Disappear Magically 😭#it's wishful thinking and almost like... imposter syndrome because you're *so* desperate to prove to yourself you're Fine or A Faker #and you become hyperfixated on picking every tiny little waxing and waning of symptoms like you're a fortune teller #and honestly it's really stiffling and it's a lot of work to kill the cop in your head that says you are secretly Not All That Affected...#...that you're either exaggerating to the Extreme or you're just a bored faker who's trying to Get Attention (bad somehow)

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virgo-dream · 1 month

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Happy International Asexuality Day to all my fellow aces! ✨💜🤍🩶🖤✨

It’s been about a year since I’ve realised I was ace. It was daunting at first, as figuring out your sexuality always is, but I was lucky to have found incredible friends in the Sandman fandom that helped me through those scary, doubtful moments, and celebrate me for who I am. I have truly felt part of the community for the first time, and this is an experience I wouldn’t trade for the world.

For my fellow aces that are just starting to figure it out, or coming to terms with your Asexuality: you are loved, you are seen and you matter. It was incredibly important for me to understand this. And to my aro friends, you are as much part of this community as anyone else!

I hope this is the first of many Asexuality Days that I get to celebrate! ✨

#international Asexuality day #asexuality #asexual #im really bad with words rn because of how exhausted I am #but I wanted to make a post to celebrate!!! This day is important to me!!!#my art #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dreamling #hob gadling #the corinthian #lucienne the librarian

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ilgaksu · 2 months

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some slides from that one time i made a dmbj powerpoint; wu xie, pingxie and iron triangle edition

#dmbj #dmbj powerpoint #own writing #i physically cannot remember if i posted any of this #or what i did if so #so mamma mia here we go again #i would really appreciate if anyone does want to make image descriptions for this linking me so i can reblog that version #rn i am in bed sick so it'll have to wait

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stressfulsloth · 10 months

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Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?

#i'm collecting quotes for another thing and i just like all of these together idk #disco elysium #de rambling #my brain is so full of cotton wool rn so sorry if this is. garbled sddjjdsk #long post #i am really sorry for the incessant longposts #sacred and terrible air spoilers #pjõl spoilers #i guess? also very much oversimplifying there #i just. idk. i have feelings about that bit #it's the team ibex translation btw #stars manage to encapsulate both moralism and communism lol- inaction+distant observation versus fire and passion and feeling

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 3 months

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Take me.

Note: a tiny little story to help with the drought😮‍💨

Warnings: 18+! fluff/smut.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: you and Sihtric were reunited after a battle.

wordcount: 653

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Sihtric's mismatched eyes were glazed over. His lips curled into a dazed smile while his rough, warm hands wandered your bare skin as you laid underneath him. His body weight pleasantly pressed onto you as he was positioned between your thighs. His hair was dishevelled, after your fingers had tugged his braids when you felt the warmth of his lips onto yours, kissing you intensely and deeply until he had you undressed and picked up in his arms, carrying you to the bed.

The warrior had missed you, his wife, immensely when he had been away to fight what would be unbeknownst to you both his last battle, for peace was within close range. As soon as he had returned home on horseback and his eyes had landed on you in the cheering crowd, he dismounted and allowed you to leap into his arms. You had buried your face in his neck and your fingers curled around his leather armour. Sihtric; your husband, your sanctuary and the keeper of your heart had returned to you without any grave injuries, and no more time was wasted. No words were spoken for your eyes told each other everything one needed to know, and your lips immediately locked into a fiery kiss, pouring out the happiness and relief of being reunited again.

And now Sihtric gazed down into your eyes as he was on top of you, unclothed and scarcely covered by the warm furs. His hot, ragged breath feelable on your face while his tattooed fingers tenderly brushed over your warm cheeks. He then leaned in and kissed softly underneath your ear, his tongue stroking your skin in between teasing kisses and kittenish nibbles, dragging his lips down to your pulse point. Your breath hitched when he sank his teeth delicately in your neck, marking you with his endless love while he teased your folds with his arousal, readying you to take him after being separated for far too long.

His growls sounded low and heavy in your ear, making you tremble with anticipation and desperate to feel him inside you and to be as close as you can possibly be, never wanting to let him leave you ever again. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck, inhaling his earthly scent as he lifted your leg and hooked it around his waist.

'I missed you,' he breathed in your ear and bit the soft skin.

'And I missed you,' you murmured against his shoulder, 'I love you.'

'I love you more,' Sihtric whispered, to which you softly protested.

He chuckled in your ear, and you gasped when he abruptly sheathed inside you and kept still, wanting to feel your walls clench around him. You mewled, desperately, begging him to move. But Sihtric took pleasure in hearing you beg for him and he wanted to hear more before he would give you what you wanted.

'Please, Sihtric,' you rasped, 'give me more.'

'More?' he laughed quietly, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke while he moved with slow, deep strokes, 'you want more?' he murmured.

'Please,' you begged and clawed his muscular back.

'Please,' Sihtric mocked, lovingly, 'you're so sweet when you beg for me,' he whispered and pushed hard inside you.

He stilled inside you again and hummed softly, watching you with a satisfied grin as you almost cried out for him.

'So beautiful,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, and he pecked your lips, 'so desperate for me,' he kissed your lips again, then grabbed your chin and his eyes darkened, 'I will give you more, my love,' his voice soft and playfully threatening, 'but I don't want to hear you whine that it's too much. I know you can handle me,' he murmured against your lips and chuckled again, 'mhm, and you will take me all the way, like the good and devoted wife that you are for me.'

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#i had a shitty day and a weird mental week #i am going to rearrange my furniture now before i go insane #this may be the only fic i'll post until next week #i'm really struggling atm no matter how badly i want to write.. it's just not working out #surprised i managed to get this written tbh #anyway #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric #sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #idk what the planets are doing rn but can they stop making me feel awful and hating everything i write #and can my adhd demon stop lurking bc i am exhausted. it's that time were even my meds are not working well enough at moments #maybe i need a break #maybe i need a good [censored]#who knows #just make it stop i beg 🥲#and also those posts that are going around again about reblogs vs likes???#yeah that's a real mood #part of my struggle atm is hugely influenced by the lack of interaction lately and i hate that it affects me #i just really feel like my writing is shit lately and am constantly comparing it to others #not to be a cry baby lmao i'm just *deep sigh* feel like i'm losing it?????

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