#but anyways it lowkey makes me extremely uncomfortable

[gamermattsgf]

Horror movie hot takes // Matt + Chris

Again, I’m sorry that this is not my proper writing, but don’t worry! My breeding kink oneshot is on its way, I gotchu guys ;) I’m hopefully going to be dropping it some time in the middle of the week, so this is just some light and fun reading to do until then whilst you wait - if you want of course… pls humour my stupid ideas lol.

Thank you to whoever suggested this because I’ve been dying to give u guys my breakdown. Horror is one of my FAV genres, idk why, I just love scaring myself. Also, I don’t have just one to share with u guys, but three different options each because it’s such an expansive genre with so many probable things to pick from. You guys can probably tell that I have way too much fun with these things… (Plus they’d look good in multiple different genres and I rlly wish I could add more but I don’t want these to get too long bc they’re meant to be hot takes).

Obviously, a couple of the pictures I’ve used for the visuals may be potentially triggering as they contain blood and other disturbing bits of paraphernalia, so please if you’re squeamish, proceed with caution!!

But anyways…

Matt:

First up Matt’s most likely to star in some type of rural corn maze horror. I’m thinking proper Southern gothic style, low quality, out in the sticks and with only a small population in the farming town where he resides.

I could so see the storyline following the main character who moves to this place, but very quickly gets that sinking feeling in her stomach that there’s something not right about the town, from the way the locals look at her to the way Matt speaks when she first arrives. There’s got to be that cliché plot line where something suspicious is afoot, something that she wants to unearth.

Matt’s character gives off creepy neighbour vibes, like the kind that watches the main character from behind his curtains as she unloads the moving truck. This Matt is properly country too, from the cowboy boots on his feet to his red flannel shirt and his shotgun that he randomly carries around because he’s a sheep farmer (do I envision him using his country accent, yes, yes I do).

Long story short, the rural town isn’t just a town, it’s actually a cult, and the reason the farmers rear cattle and mind sheep is so that they can conduct ritualistic sacrifices with them.

(I lowkey wish this was a movie I’d eat this kind of twisted shit up)

For his second movie I’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of putting him in a domestic psychological thriller- so proper stalking vibes. I’m thinking something like ‘You’ but almost making him a more extreme version of Joe Goldberg.

Possibly he’s maybe the main character’s co-worker, who takes the secret affection he has for her a little too far? Or even just an absolutely psychotic ex that refuses to let her go… In short this is the kind of movie that doesn’t quite give you that exhilarating rush of jump-scares, but instead tries to make you as physically uncomfortable as possible with an absolutely horrific instrumental soundtrack playing underneath it.

I’m not sure why I chose this branch of horror, but something about the way Matt looks just really did it for me, it’s so difficult to explain but his physical appearance fits the overall image of someone with an obsessive attitude towards a loved one.

Three words. Found footage horror. These kind of horror movies scare me the most because of that idea of it being ‘found footage’. Equally, ‘based on true story’ horrors also mildly unsettle me just because of that idea that it’s been reimagined from a real life event.

Matt’s found footage is giving ‘The Blair Witch Project’, I can defintely see him out in the wilderness with a bunch of his really close friends, all with camcorders in their hands as they document their time camping in the woods. Until everything goes terribly wrong. And they get lost. And are picked off one by one until Matt is the only one standing.

There is no soundtrack this time, just heavy breathing, crunching leaves underneath running footsteps, the sound of the wind in the trees and the occasional blood curdling shriek of whatever is hunting them down.

(I should seriously become a director lmaoo)

Chris:

Now onto Chris… most people often think Chris would thrive in a classic 90’s slasher flick- like ‘Scream’ or ‘Friday the 13th’ which I’m not going to argue against because he really would look great in one. It fits his overall vibe of being the jock boyfriend that is one of the first ones to die after him and his girlfriend stupidly break off from the group to ‘fool around’.

HOWEVER, I personally think that a game show gore horror is more his speed, it fits his skill set better. I feel like Chris would be really versatile in this kind of high-pressure environment and I’d honestly love to see him in a franchise like the ‘Saw’ movies (I want to hear him whimpering in pain) -WHAT…? Who said that??

This Chris is just an ordinary guy who works an ordinary but depressingly mundane job that does not come with the best pay… so what happens when he gets an ad mailed through his letter box promising money to whoever volunteers to try out this new and exciting game for a reality tv show? Well it’s simple, Chris would do anything for a dollar, so he signs up- not taking into account at all about how advertisements like this aren’t normally personally mailed to a person and that quite possibly this letter had actually been specifically targeted to people who were known to be in desperate need of some spare change.

The result? A wicked sadist trapping these poor people into machines and torturing them for his own personal gain.

(Fuck I love this idea)

This next one is a bit of a curve ball but roll with me here… a deep sea horror. Fun fact about me, I have horrible thalassophobia, and a severe fear of sharks (I know, stupid) but I can’t help it lol, they terrify me. However, still rolling with the overall cocky/jock/playboy characterisation of Chris, I could definitely picture him being some form of deep sea diving protege that’s a cave diving expert.

He’s a side character in the thriller that is called in when they need help with locating whatever monster lurks beneath the waves. Due to his speciality in the field, he’s one of the best, and co-leads a team of divers through a cave to see if they can sus out its location.

This Chris likes to wear a lot of blue things, and he’s constantly either smugly chewing on gum or is biting a toothpick within his teeth with an air of superiority about him. The soundtrack helps with the overall gritting suspense of the movie and keeps you on the edge of your seat constantly with jump-scares around every corner.

And finally, who the fuck would I be if I didn’t rope Chris into a zombie/pandemic apocalypse horror? Because this kind of movie has Chris written all over it, real TWD style. For some reason, within the whole horror genre in its entirety Chris fits the branch of gore horror the best, blood, guts and big spectacles of action packed violence. You name it, Chris looks like he could be apart of it.

In an apocalypse kind of situation, Chris would definitely be either a side character who you meet maybe about half way through the series - possibly from some other rival gang that threatens to steal your weapons - or one of the original main characters that have survived thus far. His weapon of choice is definitely either a trusty crowbar, or a classic metal baseball bat, something that he can really swing and satisfy his frenzied killing needs with.

Aesthetics wise, he wear a black bandana to keep the hair out of his face, a white tank top and army green cargo shorts. Pair them with some heavy duty black boots and you’ve got yourself a mighty attractive apocalypse survivor to spend the rest of your shortened life span with.

Author’s notes: someone needs to take my phone AND my imagination away from me immediately at this point, it’s too powerful when they’re put together. I get wayyyy too carried away with this shit lol. I have such a vivid imagination it’s insane to me, I be writing whole ass screen plays for these Jesus Christ. But anyways, I wanna see those two in a horror movie so fucking bad (if you couldn’t tell hehe). Or maybe just watch a horror movie with them… like- dw baby boy I’ll hold your hand at the scary bits hahahaha.

Again, a list of people who I think would entertain my silly little ideas: @luvmila444 @luv4kozume @luverboychris @mattestrella @mattslutt @nicksmainbitch @ellie-luvsfics @orangeypepsi @sturniolosreads @sturniolowhore @sturniolosstar @imwetforyourmom @thesturniolos @strniohoeee @rootbeerworshiper @lacysturniolo @matthemunch @1800chokedathoe @asturniolos @vecnasnose0 @meanttomeet @mattscokewhore @stursweet @breeloveschris @kvtie444 @lovingmattysposts @bernardsgf @fake-sturniolos

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolos

[sttoru]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

ෆ sypnosis. you find yourself in a situation where a man is giving you unwanted attention / tries to flirt with you. your lover finds out about this and comes to your rescue; what will he do and how will he react?

ෆ note. uhmmm this draft was rottjng and i finally decided to finish it today oopssss . not entirely proof read !

ෆ tags. kaeya, ayato, cyno x female reader (seperately). fluff. all chara’s are protective / possessive however you want to see it, unwanted flirting / verbal harassment but nothing too bad, you’re ayato’s wife in his part. headcanons + drabbles.

KAEYA ALBERICH.

keeps his emotions in check. if kaeya sees a man openly flirting with you, he’ll definitely fake a smile when approaching the two of you. not his usual, soft smile; more of an empty one.

the type to give (not so) subtle hints to the person flirting with you that you’re taken; like, he will not say anything directly to the other person about their behaviour, however he will keep it lowkey (and maybe passive aggressive).

and best believe he’s trying his best not to cause a scene and fight anyone if they make you uncomfortable by overly flirting with you. any type of discomfort coming from his lover is a green light for him to use his position as the cavalry captain and the power that it comes with.

you awkwardly shift in your seat at the bar counter as a drunk man keeps on talking to you even when you’ve politely told him that you’re not interested.

your boyfriend, kaeya, had stepped out of the bar for just a second to talk to one of his colleagues. that’s when the random man—who introduced himself as bruce—decided to take his chance.

you fiddle with your clothes as you await your lover’s return. kaeya usually asks his brother to take care of you when he’s not around at the tavern, however diluc wasn’t there to prevent this situation from unfolding either.

“you seem to be getting a bit too drunk, lad.”

a familiar voice causes you to turn your body to the right. there he is: kaeya, standing behind you with his hand on bruce’s shoulder. if you looked closely, you’d notice how firm of a grip kaeya had on the drunken man—the fabric of his clothes wrinkled underneath kaeya’s palm.

“h-kaeya—that you, buddy?” bruce laughs wholeheartedly, his words slurring a little, “i gotta say, ya got quite a pretty thing with you!”

a breathy chuckle escaped kaeya’s lips. it wasn’t an amused or humorous chuckle, but rather one that sounded like his patience was running low.

“mhm, that so?” kaeya subtly gestures to the knight that had accompanied him inside the bar.

the young knight understands and nods at his captain. the knight walks towards bruce, holding the drunkard by his arm and forcing him to stand up straight.

“say, bruce,” kaeya starts, sighing softly as he put his hands in his pockets before bending his head down to whisper his next words into the man’s ear; “i may have been a bit too lenient with you. i’ll see you later in my office, yeah?”

kaeya says all of that with a smile as he straightens his back again. you (and probably many of the wrongdoers in mondstadt who were unlucky enough to experience kaeya’s hidden wrath) knew that empty smile all too well. one that you see when you know you’ve messed up.

bruce was too drunk to even realise what was implied as he was escorted out of the tavern by the knight.

kaeya sighs to himself before turning to you with a genuine, worried smile; “i’m extremely sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve stayed with you.”

you smile at your lover and shake your head, “it’s fine, kaeya. thank you for being there for me anyway.”

the cavalry captain frowns at his own ignorance; he should known some creep would hit on you while he was gone. it was a dangerous decision of him to leave you in a bar between all kinds of impolite, loud and drunk men.

“may i hug you?” kaeya adds quietly, eyes searching for yours as if asking for permission. his reason for asking for your consent, is because he thought you’d might be uncomfortable with any type of close proximity after that encounter with bruce.

“of course, babe.” you nod.

kaeya opens his arms as an invitation for you to get into his embrace. you instantly hug him back, laying your head against his chest. his heartbeat was steady and his dainty fingers were immediately caressing your back in a comforting manner.

“if anything like that ever happens again, you call out for me, alright? i’ll make sure to keep you safe. no matter where you might be.”

KAMISATO AYATO.

gets big mad, like.. mad mad, but like on the inside. he’s the head of his clan-of course he has dealt with rude people before- however none of those experiences included you being verbally harassed by a stranger.

ayato will probably not lash out at the man (especially not in front of you); he has his own ways of putting rude people in their place. many being.. torturous. to him it’s justified: whoever messes with his wife, messes with him.

will not show you how much he wishes he could act out of line. although, ayato knows well enough what his limits are. direct violence isn’t going to solve anything, but maybe threats will.

ayato was coming home soon from his business trip which is why you decided to wait on him outside of the kamisato estate. you were dressed up nicely and had proudly prepared him his favourite dishes for the first time in a while. all set to greet your dear husband.

what you didn’t expect to see, was a random adventurer climbing up the stairs near the estate. the man shamelessly looked you up and down before asking you for nearby directions. you didn’t think much about it and gave him the needed information.

thinking your duty there was done, you walked back to the entrance of the estate so you could await your husband’s arrival inside the building. it was getting a bit chilly anyway.

“oh, ma’am! can you at least tell me your name?” the voice echoes behind you. you felt a cold hand brush against yours and it almost made you freeze on spot. you flinched and took your hand away, frowning as you look back at the stranger.

there were maids cleaning around the courtyard and they noticed the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. they instantly sensed your uneasiness and rushed to your rescue—circling the man and telling him that this area is off limits for strangers. this causes a constant back and forth squabble between the man and the servants, who were simply trying to do their job: protecting the young master’s wife when he isn’t near.

“move.”

ayato’s sudden appearance and sharp voice shuts everyone up. his maids and servants immediately stand straight and then move to bow at their master— heads held low out of respect, yet also out of fear for his wrath. you might not have noticed it, but his servants have known him since he was a child and thus can easily spot the (hidden) dangerous aura ayato emitted.

“ah, ayato !” you smile in relief at your husband and give him a small wave. he, however, seemed rather tense as he walked over to you—eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort. ayato’s gloved hands immediately cup your face once he is close enough, “are you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, i am. thank you.” you reply, his hands gently touching your cheeks were a complete opposite to the anger boiling up inside of him. ayato places a soft kiss to your forehead in hopes to calm your nerves, as if to say ‘you’re safe, i’m here now’.

“escort her to her room.” your husband orders the two maids standing next to you and they instantly do as told. before you got taken away from him, ayato flashes you his usual charming smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “i’ll be there with you soon, honey. i’ll just see this man out.”

once you were out of sight, that smile of ayato’s instantly vanished and got replaced by a cold, piercing expression. he turned towards the unknown man who was now cuffed by two guards;

“now then, shall we go talk outside of the estate for a bit? the maids have cleaned the garden rather thoroughly today and i do not wish to let their hard work go to waste by my… well, disciplining.”

CYNO.

appears out of thin air to defend you. you might even start to question if he’s secretly following you everywhere, because cyno does not fail to show up whenever you are in any kind of trouble.

probably also (temporarily) arrests whoever bothers you. he does that instead of literally beating them up to a pulp. it’s easier and avoids further trouble after all. though, cyno doesn’t arrest them without giving them a proper ‘punishment’ of his own.

has no time to beat around the bush— he’s direct when approaching the person who’s bothering you.

you were walking around the marketplace with only one goal in mind: getting the needed ingredients for the dish you wanted to prepare tonight. the streets were crowded, chatter and negotiations filling your ears as you stopped near a fruit and vegetables stall.

“can i get 2 kilograms of zaytun, please?” you ask the vendor, fishing your wallet from your pocket already. you exchanged the bag of food with a couple of mora and bid the owner of the stall farewell.

you were too busy inspecting the contents of the bag and therefore bumped into a tall guy. you excuse yourself, however that didn’t seem enough for the man, “hey, hold on there, pretty thing.”

a sigh escapes your lips as you know where the conversation would go; he’ll most likely ask you for compensation for bumping into him. you turned around to face the stranger again, a fake smile plastered on your face, “what is it, sir?”

the man hums as he studies your looks. he’s trying very hard to be very intimidating by staring down at you—hands in his pockets with a smirk tugging at his lips, “ya know, i think i’m gonna ask for another type of compensation from y… ou..”

you raise an eyebrow once you notice his voice trailing off until he’s completely silent; eyes wide and smirk wiped off his face like he’s seen a ghost. you decide to follow the way the man’s eyes were looking—that place being right behind you.

“cyno?!” you almost jump from surprise yourself the moment you come face to face with your lover whom had appeared from out of nowhere. there was a purple-ish glow surrounding his body, sparks from his electro vision making him seem even more terrifying—not to include the death stare the mahamatra was giving to the stranger.

there were no words coming out of your lover. he was silently glaring at the man who bothered you and his piercing gaze was no joke. cyno was finally about to open his mouth to talk, however the upcoming words were never uttered as the stranger interrupted him;

“i— uhh, i’m sorry.” the dark-haired man sheepishly apologises and takes a few steps back, clearly intimidated. cyno was not going to let him get away so easily. though, firsts things first: your lover had to check up on you.

“the bastard didn’t touch you or anything, right?” cyno asks you, brushing some strands of hair from your face, “if he did, make sure to tell me. i won’t show him any mercy.”

you shake your head and gulp a bit. even when you’ve seen cyno in action so many times before, his presence never fails to impress you. “he didn’t,” you answer quietly, to which cyno nods.

“good.” your lover hums before letting his arm fall to his side again. he gives you a small, reassuring smile and pats your back, “you can go ahead. i’ll see you at home.”

you were not about to argue with cyno when he was in that state and thus continue on with your little stroll.

little did you know that that stranger was in danger.

#sttoru writes. #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #cyno x reader #genshin fanfic

[dumplingsfordays]

patching you up

blade x injured!gn!reader

genre - fluff

summary - blade patches you up after you got injured while fighting mara.

cw!: mentions of blood + injury, soft-ish!blade, ooc blade?, mention of blade's past life which idfk how it works lmao I should be paying attention to the storyline asjdnb, swearing, mutual pining

note - god damn. soft!blade is living in my head rent-free fr, can't get enough of him <33 I'm not usually an edgy-emo-boy fan but ig blade's just built different 💪💪

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With each painful cough, more and more thin splatters of blood painted your mouth crimson.

It hurt. A lot. You didn't expect it to hurt nearly as bad as it did when you charged in to fight the Mara that was attacking some people that were making their way through Cloudford, but the spear that their captain had used to stab through your side was probably coated in some sort of poison, because with every sluggish step you took, you felt your body break little by little. Eventually, you collapsed onto the cold ground - your torso was numb and soon your arms and legs would be as well.

Well, at least you were going to die somewhere pretty. The sunset glimmered through the leaves of thin trees growing from large pots, which were scattered across the various bridges of the district. Starskiffs drifted lazily across the sky like regal ships on the high seas and the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes for a while was the sound of crickets and footsteps fading in.

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"Finally fucking awake."

A harsh voice came from your side as you opened your extremely tired eyes, which were met with dim but warm lighting and a dark wooden ceiling.

"Can't believe you got into this mess," the voice continued as you felt something tightening around your waist. "Didn't think that you'd be so stupid."

His face flashed in your hazy mind and you tried to sit up. "...Blade, I-"

"Don't move. You'll make it worse."

Hands. Ice-cold, gruff, but gentle hands pushed you back into your previous position by your shoulders, and you felt the tightening feeling again shortly after.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, then coughed again. Your throat was so dry - it felt like you haven't drank in decades, and with each cough you swore that your lungs were going to fly out of your mouth at the sheer force.

"Fixing you, obviously."

You raised your neck to try and catch a glimpse of your wounds but saw only the top of Blade's head, his raven hair tied back in a low ponytail. He was bent over your side, and just as you lowered your head back to the pillow a sharp bolt of pain shot through you, making you hiss and wince.

"That hurt!"

"It'll pass," he replied almost too casually. "Deal with it."

An uncomfortable pause ensued, during which you finally figured out that he was bandaging your torso up. You'd never expected anyone to find you back there, much less a Stellaron Hunter that you'd only interacted with five or six times, but thank the Aeons that at least someone did. But you did think it was strange that he was doing this for you, because from all your two-or-three-word conversations, you were sure that he wasn't the type to help an almost complete stranger. In fact, you'd think that he would be the one to cause these injuries in the first place.

While you were staring up at the ceiling in deep thought, Blade was lowkey kind-of admiring your skin. You weren't going to look down at him again anyway, it seems that you'd learned your lesson, but that just allowed him to eye your softness in more detail. This was his chance - he'd been admiring you from afar ever since you first met, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity to see what you looked like close-up pass.

Before he knew what he was doing, Blade's fingers reached out to lightly press onto skin that was near your wound, at which you hissed and leaned away from his touch.

"You sure that you're actually healing me?" you asked.

"Yes. I know what I'm doing, trust me."

He continued to press curiously but gently, making sure not to hurt you on purpose. Your skin was fascinating to him - it was soft, warm, while his was unforgivingly cold; yours had a fascinating shade of life about it and his didn't. This contrast was what made his eyes widen a little everytime he made physical contact with you, and he found small differences like these to amount to vast ones overall. Maybe this is what always made him think that you came from a different world entirely.

Blade then noticed that your hand was trembling by your side - the painkillers must be wearing off. He stood up from the chair beside the bed on which you were resting and reached for a couple pills and a glass of water on a nearby counter, moving them to the bedside table. His hands felt your back as he sat you up to administer the medicine.

You now saw where you were - from what you could tell, it was a small house or apartment somewhere. Dark wood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor, and tapestries and thriving plants littered the environment. You didn't know that he had a green thumb, but now that you did, you felt safer somehow - what if this cold, distant man was more human than you'd originally thought him to be?

His lithe, cold fingers brought you back to reality as they rested under your jaw, pulling it open gently, and your eyes focused on his admittedly quite handsome face again. Crimson eyes, the color of a blood moon, stared intensely at yours in avid concentration before travelling back to his other hand, which was now lifting a glass of sparkling golden liquid to your lips. There was a certain reverence of sorts glimmering in his expression, and this was accompanied by the fact that he was treating you like he would a glass flower. Your lips finally met the rim of the glass and when you finally tasted the elixir, you sighed.

It was cool and sweet, a refreshing sensation that battled the humidity of the room and the pain in your side. You drank the entire glass with ease and after Blade set it down on the bedside table, he wiped away some stray droplets of the shining liquid with a rough thumb.

That was it - Blade had become an entirely person just now. You could see it in his eyes and feel it as he breathed: this was not the same person who happened to be walking by a person on their deathbed and had enough pity in their secluded heart to heal them. He treated you like an old friend or a partner, perhaps, by taking you in.

"You'll experience drowsiness soon," he mentioned, "don't feel like you can't sleep. I won't leave you."

You laughed lazily in return, already feeling the effects of the painkillers. "So you can murder me in my sleep?"

"...I can leave-"

"No, no, I'm just kidding."

You sigh and relax into the pillows beneath you as Blade lowers you onto your back again. His gaze lingers on yours for maybe a second too long but he pulls away, preferring to sit down in a chair by the bedside and stare out at the scenery surrounding the house.

Once your eyes close and your breaths become quiet, he gives it a couple seconds to make sure you're asleep before softly starting to hum. It's an old tune from his past life, one which he used to smith to, and as midnight moonlight begins to stream in through the window, it veils your calm face in a hazy, shimmery glow that rivals even the smoothest of satins. He reaches a hand towards the apple of your cheek, cradling it in his palm as he sighs, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

"You're gonna kill me someday."

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #fluff #blade #hsr blade #blade hsr #blade x reader #star rail blade #blade x y/n #blade fluff #blade x you #hes so babygirl for some reason like???

[poraphia]

Halloooo ^^ ..

I read a lot of ur stories and now Im in love with fictions :3 (might need therapy cuz of it but nvm that)

U an amazing writer <3

(Im pretty new to Tumblr so extremely sorry if this ends up where it shouldnt be or smth like that lol)

But anywaaay , Can I pls request a Wilbur Soot angst fic :D ?

Im going thru THAT phase rn so anything would be awsome really ..

Maybe a fight (unintentionally) breaks out between Wilby and reader and Wilby accidentally raises his voice and reader gets scared ? I know its a cheesy story and people might'a written before but I barely find Wilbur angst fics anymore :(((

Anyway , Thank u so much .. U dont have to write any of this if ur uncomfortable .. Hope ur doing okay :> .. Take care n' bye :D

"You’re Being Too Loud."

➵ PAIRING! cc!stressed!wilbur x stressed!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 1444 words

➵ CONTAINING! angst to comfort, wilbur is ignoring reader, reader lowkey has attachment issues, reader sensitive to loud noises, wilbs is overworked

➵ SAYING! hiii @toastyliltoasts41 welcome to tumblr! sorry for the late late response but i hope you enjoy :) personally going thru this myself especially w so much work ive been doing recently and also im noise sensitive (literally walk around with noise canceling headphones all the time). thank u for all the nice words!

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I slipped off my shoes and placed them near the doorstep. My socks glided against the furnished planks as I slid to our shared office. I dragged my backpack behind me, feeling the weight of my laptop, notebooks, and textbooks. Once I made it to the room, I placed my bag on the chair and unpacked all my belongings onto my desk.

Today was too exhausting, and the one thing I dreaded doing right now was to open my laptop and be faced with more work. Instead of taking my laptop with me, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of the office and into the bedroom.

After changing into my loungewear, I snuggled myself into silk sheets, shivering a little from the cold fabric wrapping around my body. Ignoring the chill, I held up my phone with both of my hands and swiped open the messaging app to text my boyfriend. I glanced at the past messages, realizing that Wil hasn’t responded to any of my messages from this afternoon. The last time he texted was this morning when was telling me what time he would come home. Sighing, I typed in another message in hopes that this time he would respond.

“Hey, I’m home now. Too tired to cook food today. Let’s order something when you get home? <3”

I clicked send before clicking off my phone and placing it on the nightstand. My eyes fluttered close, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of footsteps clicking against the ground. With my hands I pushed my body up to examine the noise. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure headed toward the office. A small smile formed on my face as I carefully got out of bed.

My bare freet pressed against the cream colored carpet. I wandered around the hallway before finding the office door slightly ajar. Through the crack I saw Wil hunched over his computer. His sweater’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his fingers hastily clicked against his keyboard. Quietly, I approached him from behind, throwing my arms around his shoulders and hugging him close.

Wil quietly hummed in response. I titled my head, pecking his cheek, but he didn’t react and instead his eyes stayed glue to his screen. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, but nonetheless, I continued hugging him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I mumbled in a croaky voice.

“Hey,” he replied blankly.

“Did you see my texts earlier today?”

“Uh huh,” He said absently. “I saw the message after I ate though. Sorry.”

I felt my chest tighten a little, hurting at his absence. All I wanted in the moment was a hug and a conversation about each other’s day, but instead, he was absorbed in his work and couldn’t even make the effort to look at me.

“Wil, can we talk?” I asked.

He slightly shook his head. “No, not right now, honey. This video has to be out by tomorrow and one of our editors hasn’t been feeling well so I took up the work.” He explained briefly.

“But you’re already busy working at the studio…” I mumbled.

“I know, but I can finish this up by tonight. Just give me some time, please.” He requested. My heart skipped a little, feeling like a dog that had been put aside for a brand new puppy.

“Wil, you haven’t talked to me all day. Could we at least just have dinner together?” I nearly pleaded.

“I already said I just ate, (y/n).” Wil said rather sternly. “Please can I just finish my work?”

“But I want to spend time with you.” I said, speaking up a little bit. I unwrapped my hands away from him and stepped back a little. He turned his chair a little to face me with one of his hands still on the keyboard. He looked up at me, a stressed but furrowed expression on his face. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my own chest.

“I want to spend time with you but you’re basically prioritizing this work over me.” I said again. “I understand that sometimes you have too much work. I understand that. But we haven’t been spending time with each other for the past few days and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to relax with you, Wil.” I bit the insides of my cheek. Wil, in turn, sighed and rubbed his nosebridge.

“I’m not prioritizing work over you, (y/n), I’ve just been busy lately and this argument is just stressing me out even more.” His words were spat out like venom.

“Which is why I’m asking that we just spend time together! This isn’t just for me, but it’s for you too.” I threw my hands up, frustrated. “Wilbur, we can relax together! You’re acting like this isn’t stressing me out either!”

Wil got up from his seat now. His tall figure nearly towered over me, making me slightly cower. “I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING RELAX RIGHT NOW, (Y/N)! I HAVE SHIT TO DO!”

I stepped back, nearly stumbling. Without realizing, tears were running down my burning hot cheeks. The air went cold and I felt this hallowing emptiness surrounding me. A ringing was bouncing in my eardrums and goosebumps ran through my arms and legs. He looked down at me, eyes wide as if he just realized what words escaped his lips. Before he could say a word, I walked out of the office and back into bed, slamming the door behind me.

I jumped into the mattress and buried my face deep under the sheets. I quietly sobbed into the fabric, not caring for the tears darkening the silk. It didn’t take but a couple minutes later to hear the creaking of the door and soft footsteps approaching the bed. I lied still under the covers as I felt the mattress dip from a newfound weight.

Wil sat there for a while. His knee shook a little, making a tiny thumping noise against the floor. I was turned away from him with his lower back lightly pressing against the heel of my foot.

“(y/n)..?” He softly called out for me. “Are you awake..?”

I shifted a little, moving my foot away from him to let him know I was listening. He sighed with his leg coming to a stop.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I—I’ve just been really stressed, but that gives me no right to start yelling at you. And me being really busy has been taking away the time with you.” He paused a little bit, presumably licking his lips. I still didn’t have the courage to move. Instead I laid still, not daring to move. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).” He apologized again.

A deep sigh huffed from my nostrils before I sat up, letting the sheets cascade off my body. He turned his head to look at me, his feet still planted on the ground. I looked into his eyes, seeing the pained looked deep in those irises.

“Y-You know I don’t like loud noises.” I croaked out, my voice cracking with my words. He slowly nodded, bringing his legs up on the bed to fully face me. “And I really don’t like it when you yell. Please, I really just wanted to spend time together.”

“And we will spend time together.” He grabbed my hands and cradled them in his. “I’ll message Elodie right now if she could finish the work. But right now, it’s going to be me and you together, okay? We can maybe catch up on our show and I’ll order some food for you, okay?” He reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Maybe I’ll steal some fries from you every once in a while.”

I giggled a little. “Noooo! Get your own food!” I whined, lightly pushing his shoulder. He chuckled in response before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso in response, breathing in his scent.

“I just missed you, Wil, you know that…” I softly whispered. He nodded, running his fingers through my hair.

“I missed you too. I promise I do.” He whispered back. His voice was low and deep but he made sure to maintain his volume. It was soothing, something I could fall asleep to,

and most importantly,

it wasn’t loud.

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[hotxcheeto]

hi idk if i already asked this but, a really unexperienced and desperate Ellie smut? like just her being verbally desperate you know? but not really bottom at the same time idk.... (fem reader)

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, afab reader, oral sex ( r! receiving ), fingering ( r! receiving ), tribbing, lowkey dumbification, very rough sex, ellie's praise kink, reader being used as fucktoy, dom!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ty for the rq sorry this took so long hon!! i think i got it but if it sucks send something else once my requests open again lmao!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

The cool night air slipped underneath the crack in the window, Ellie opening earlier claiming 'it was too hot in here' for her to sit comfortably with you.

Laying on your chest with her leg pulled as far up as she could hike it up. Arm wrapped around your waist with her thumb caressing little circles onto your bare hip peeking out from your pulled up shirt and the other tucked up underneath her body.

You were watching some movie she'd found while out a few days before, it worked and was entertaining. Or at least entertaining to you anyway, deep in a trance as your eyes danced along the screen of the TV. Watching closely as a fight scene began between the two characters.

At first you didn't notice it, moving absentmindedly, getting away from the ticklish feeling on your neck.

Then it happened once more, little pecks being placed across your neck. A small breath of laughter catching the girls attention.

"What're you doing?" You asked quietly, turning your head to look down at her. "M'bored." "You've been begging me to watch this, and your bored?" You questioned, a smile making its way onto your lips as you tiredly stared down at her.

But it was then when you felt her hips grind onto the side of your thigh. Seeing her shift around uncomfortably. A small grunt passing her lips while her expression turned frustrated.

"Sorry, I just... I'm like really horny." You snorted, covering your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. "Where the hell did that come from?"

She buried her face in your neck, muttering something as her lower half continued to push against your leg.

"Els? Whatcha' doing?"

You could feel her kissing and nipping at your skin before her head suddenly popped up once more. Nearly bumping yours.

Eyes latching to your lips and then your to your own. "You look so pretty." You could feel yourself burning even if it wasn't evident on your face. "Thanks."

She grinned, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Tasting her on your tongue as she pushed against you, fingers digging into the fat of your hips whilst she grabbed and held you tight.

A small pulse beginning to worsen from between your legs, making you want to spread them. Wanting her to touch you where it was beginning to hurt and ache pleading for her silently.

"El... we're gonna miss the rest of the movie." "It can wait, I can't." You giggled, kissing her once more while she hurriedly moved to your pajama pants, untying the strings with little to no ease. Practically ripping them from the force of trying to untie the knot which seemed impossible to the girl.

It made you laugh, moving to easily untie the strings, her hand wasting not even a second before slipping past the waistband.

"Nothing underneath?" "Mm, I forgot them out here when I showered. Didn't feel like putting them on." You shrugged, earning another kiss as her fingers ran along your wet slit, brushing against your clit making it hurt from how swollen the little bud had gotten.

As she went she gathered your wetness onto the tips of her fingers circling your clit as she went.

Little breathy whines and whispers passing your lips while she watched, enamored with the way your face contorted in pleasure and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Just like that..." You muttered, spreading your legs as far as they'd go with her leaning over you. The girl finding your face much more important than whatever was happening on the tv. "I need more El."

Ellie in a minutes time had snatched your pants off and thrown them behind her, hitting against the TV before falling onto the floor.

"You moron." You giggled, Ellie looking up at you with big desperate eyes. "What do you want me to do?" She then asked, almost worried, pleading with you to give her any sort of instruction to make you feel good.

Your fingers moved under her chin, tilting her head up to look at you with those glazed over eyes staring at you like you were one of a kind and extremely rare.

"Don't think about it, just make me feel good." Ellie moved slowly, like an animal while grabbing your knees and spreading your legs wide giving her a view of your soaking cunt.

"Ellie..." You whined watching her disappear between your legs.

Nothing for a moment before you felt her tongue run along your flit from your hole and up to your clit. Pelvis digging into her face as you squirmed, her grip on your hips never loosening as her tongue messed with your cunt.

"Oh that's good–" She watched your face nearly the entire time, stuck on staring at you. "Use your fingers– please.." Ellie listened carefully, keeping her mouth latched to your clit while taking her two fingers to your hole.

Teasing you, hooked on your reactions like you were her drug and she needed a fix.

Addicted to you.

Dependent on you.

"Please Ellie..." Her fingers slid in with ease, rubbing against your squishy walls, mouth still latched to your pussy. "Does that feel good?" She asked a bit muffled, smiling when you hurriedly nodded hand gripping her hair when her fingers began to slowly move in and out of you.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes fuck– you're doing so fucking good." At that she picked up her pace, back arching off the bed. "Try using another finger El.." She listened, adding a third finger, resting her cheek against your thigh making her face look squished.

"Make me cum, please– just make me cum.."

That sentence seemed like it made something click for her, sloppily sucking on your clit as her fingers pumped in and out of you at an unfathomable pace. Unable to keep up with the way you cried out.

Choking on a few noises but nothing coherent was able to be heard in the room. Nothing but your mutters and wet sounds.

Her hair tightly looped around your fingers so tight it was beginning to cut off your own circulation but you barely even noticed.

"S'good– don't stop m'kay?" She didn't even glance up at you, so obsessed with playing with your pussy and feeling you clench around her fingers. Sucking her in with every movement, like you were made for her to fuck and to please.

She never wanted to let you go.

"Oh Ellie!" You felt her grazing your g-spot, rubbing against it so perfectly, a loud squelching sound filling the room along with your rhythmic moans and all Ellie could think about was how pretty you looked all sweaty and pleading for her.

How pretty your pussy was and how it squeezed her in and seemed like it didn't want her to leave. Sucking her back in with ease making her fingers disappear and you to cry.

And she wouldn't of minded stay there forever either.

"M'close–" She nearly forgot what she was doing, eyes snapping back to yours. Your stomach gaining butterflies as got closer, toes clenching and hips rutting against her face desperate for your release. "Yeah?" You nodded all but screaming when slammed her fingers back and forth faster than before.

Your smaller hand wrapping around her wrist, squeezing her so tight it almost burned as she continued her merciless pace.

Ellie just couldn't stop watching you, it was mesmerizing.

"M'gonna cummm–" Your mind had gone fuzzy, in a haze as you came around her fingers, juices dripping off her hand and onto the bed not that either of you cared much. Legs tightly enclosing on her, the squelching sound only amplifying as you came. Blabbering out nonsense when her fingers began to slow.

"You did s'good..." You praised, legs falling shut once she finally pulled out of you. Remnants of you on her face that she licked away.

"I'm not done yet." "Need some help?" She shook her head muttering a quiet 'no' while beginning to take her own clothes off.

You laid there, watching how she stripped from her shirt with nothing underneath, then her pants and boxers. Throwing them anywhere and everywhere, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.

Her hands began gripping the ends of your shirt, pulling it impatiently before you raised your arms allowing her to take it off. Eyes landing on your exposed chest.

"What? Enjoying the view?" You chuckled, looking over her own body, letting your fingers run over her muscular shoulders tickling her freckled skin.

You didn't get another word out when she hiked your leg up, knowing what she wanted and what she couldn't ask for.

"Here." You moved her leg tapping hers to get her to swing it over your body. "Someone's impatient." You smiled. "I want you." She said quietly, trying her best to position her hips over yours but it was clear she hadn't done it before.

"Easy.." You guided her over you, kissing her as you pushed her hips down allowing her clit to brush against yours. "Oh.." She whispered, her lips making an 'o' while her eyes struggled to keep her eyes open and on your own.

"Oh shit..." You whispered, wrapping your arms around her hips, nails digging into her back as she began to pick it up, sucking and biting on your neck and jaw.

"You feel so good, you're so wet– She said a few other things under her breath, rutting against you, hand petting back your baby hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead. "–you look s'pretty and feel so fucking good y/n/n."

Her clit glided along your own sending sparks up your body, loud moans humming from your lips. Your entire body moving as she humped you like some object made for her fucking.

She sat up, gripping onto you so tightly it hurt, fucking against you to the point that your head was being pushed deep into yours and her pillows.

Ellie barely seen you, hearing your moans and cries for her to slow down, but not to stop. Blindly focused on cumming while you were so close, feeling your belly grow tighter and tighter.

"El–Ellie–e–m–gonna cumm–" But it fell on deaf ears, her eyes focused on the way your tears dripped down your cheeks and your lip quivered, legs shaking as your clit was grazed again and again becoming bruised and sore.

"I can't!" "Cum Y/n–" She breathed, leaning down to kiss you roughly, biting your lips as she pulled away. You could feel your cum run along your ass and thighs, squirting onto her and dripping down your body as your orgasm flooded over you.

"I–fuuc–k–" Your jaw hung wide open, Ellie continuing to hump you, helping you draw out the way you moaned as you came.

Squirming but her grip didn't let up, keeping you in place as she finished, a mix of her and you soaking the sheets.

"Stop– too mu–uh–ch–" You started pushing her away, Ellie finally coming to her senses, hips coming to a stuttering stop. Hearing your small pants from below her, looking down at your sweaty face and teary glazed eyes.

"Sorry we missed the movie." "S'okay."

A/n: mcdonalds caramel coffee

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[hazelnut-u-out]

What would your ideal Morty therapy appointment look like (assuming that he went alone)? 🤔

Going to try to answer this even though my brain feels like mush, lol.

So, there are quite a few things I'd like to see. Obviously, I wouldn't expect a single episode to actually tackle every aspect of what therapy would realistically look like for a character like Morty, but hey-- at this rate, every episode aside from 'Fear No Mort' that's attempted to psychoanalyze him hasn't done the best job, I fear... *cough cough*

Anyway, here are some of the things I'd like to see addressed in an actual therapy setting (importantly, not some other form of psychoanalysis, like the Fear Hole, Roy, etc.):

Autism/Pilot Disability

It bothers me every day that the writers never followed up on that throw-away line about Morty having a disability in the pilot. Obviously, I headcanon that he's autistic (I mean, surely that's half of the dynamic with Rick right there, lol). I personally think that Rick and Morty have some autistic traits that present to the opposing extremes. For example, I think Rick struggles with hypo-empathy and Morty with hyper-empathy. I think Rick excels in math where Morty excels in English/literature. I think Rick struggles to mask and Morty is high masking. Rick just doesn't people please to survive in the same way Morty has been socialized to. (Most of this is my interpretation of the characters, but there are scenes that back up my points, as I'm sure you've caught onto, haha.) I think it would be cool to see Morty open up about feeling ostracized from his peers, struggling to make friends his own age, struggling with feelings of being 'behind'/weird/awkward, and how all of that made him the perfect victim. This is probably the least likely of my wants to be addressed in a therapy setting. I think that if they confirm it, it'd be in a pretty lowkey way, similar to what they did with Rick. I think the cold open for 'Mort: Ragnarick' might've actually been an indication that Morty isn't neurotypical, but we knew that already. I actually sort of headcanon Goldenfold's class as a remedial math course because of how simple the math seems to be, though I'm sure it was initially just some math they threw in for the pilot.

2. Grooming...

This is a tough one to include. Morty has been with WAYYY too many older women throughout the course of the show, but Planetina in particular gives me the chills. I would love to see how that's impacted him, or maybe even how his abusive dynamic with Rick and his neglectful relationship with his parents pushed him into that vulnerable position even more.

3. Mommy Issues (or neglectful parenting in general)

This one is a good follow-up for the last one. Morty's dynamic with Beth in 'A Rickconvenient Mort' is something I literally get up in the middle of the night just to think about. It makes my chest ache. I think it's because I know exactly how it feels to be Morty in that situation. When your parents constantly downplay your own feelings, put you in dangerous/vulnerable situations with reckless abandon, and completely shut you out emotionally it can feel like they just want to ruin your life when they try to protect you. To be honest, the show's dynamic wouldn't exist without Beth's negligence. Morty has two moms and neither of them have really tried to protect him. Even Jerry failed him.

4. Crying.

Idk, just lots of it. He deserves to cry about whatever he wants and be validated.

5. Justifying Rick's Actions

I would LOVE to see Morty try to explain Rick's actions away to someone who actually cares if he's being abused. I could see Morty say something to a therapist, there be a negative reaction or uncomfortable silence, and him try to say: 'It's really for my own good, though, you see...'/'You just don't know Rick the way I do. I'm the only one who really gets him...'/'It would break Mom's heart...'/'He would never hurt me on purpose...' Then to have a professional get in there and really debunk that internalized manipulation? I would die (in a good way).

5. Trauma Responses

They've sort of been hinting at this for a bit, but I think the whole point of Rick's improvement-- at least, in Morty's case-- is 'too little too late.' Rick may be getting better, but how is Morty supposed to trust him? Especially when Rick has been 'nice' for the express purpose of hurting him before? Even in his everyday life, I'm sure he has those moments of anxiety/dread/odd behavior because of the shit he's been through.

There's more, but my brain is fried right now, so maybe I'll revisit this ask later. Anyway, this was fun to think about! Thanks for asking! <3

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[abeillefaeabeille]

What a Brat Deserves.

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TW: Face-slapping, face-sitting 🫠, biting, lots of hair pulls, dubcon but lowkey cnc, anal, double-ended dildo, major spankies, overstimulation asf, squirting, picture of the aftermath, d/s, aftercare 🥺 OKAY I THINK THATS IT

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AN: With @cthulhus-curse 's encouragement, I've decided to post for the first time! I've only ever shared a few of my stories with very few people on account of being very shy about it! Please be kind, but if you have any suggestions or requests let me know!

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! 18+!!! It makes me extremely uncomfortable at the thought of a minor interacting, please don't!!

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She's been making today hell for Elizabeth. It started when Sal had dropped one of Countess's favorite liquor glasses in protest, not wanting to get dressed for the day. Fast forward to now, they're sitting at the bar and Sally took her cigarette and plopped it right into the drink that the man next to her had. She loves doing rude things to any man, as no one can touch her with her mommy around and well, men suck.

But the Countess still needs her little one to behave. She hates when people don't listen to her orders, especially when Sally doesn't.

“Mommy, it's fun! The man was looking at me funny anyways!” The frizzy blonde looked over at her mommy, her face expressing obvious protest. Elizabeth glared at Sally in response before downing the rest of her drink and grabbing the girl's hand, yanking her from the bar stool and to the elevator.

Sally only squeaked and did her best to keep up, knowing she's really pissed off the woman now. She tries not to whine as she gets thrown into the elevator, and quickly stands in the corner as Countess presses the button for the top floor.

Sally thinks that she won't even acknowledge her, but she thought very wrong. Elizabeth turns and slowly walks to Sally, keeping her pinned into the corner and getting close enough so Sally can feel the woman's warm chest against her cold skin. Although she's warm her eyes are glaring coldly into Sally’s as a gloved hand quickly snatches the girl's chin and squeezes her cheeks. Before Sal could whine Elizabeth opened her mouth. “How many times did I tell you to behave today, hm?”

Sally looks up at her mommy, eyes wide and glossy. She's starting to realize that she might just get punished for her actions.

“I-I'm sorry, mommy.. I just wanted to have fun..” She mumbles and tries not to whine but she can't help the pout pointed at Elizabeth, fighting the voice in her head that wants to act up even more. The Countess hums and looks down at Sally’s lips, leaning down after releasing the girl's face and she smashes her lips into them. Sally moans and eagerly reciprocates, trying not to smirk as she thinks she's gotten away with what she's done. She wraps her arms around the woman’s neck and lets the dom slide her warm tongue into Sally's mouth.

Sally can't help but shudder out a moan when Countess practically tongue fucks her mouth, and she also can't help the mess that her mommy created. She is always to blame for Sally's mess of a cunt.

Elizabeth gets them up to the room and immediately throws Sally onto the humongous bed, looking at her like a lion does a lamb. The lamb has a plan, but acts innocent, just like her mommy expects.

As Countess walks to the bed, throwing her coat off and slipping out of her dress in the process, Sally knits her brows. “Mommy.. I'm hungry..” She whimpers softly, looking at the woman's now nearly naked body, her own barely covered with just her coat and black lingerie set. Mommy doesn't like when her girl wears layers of clothing, and she likes to show off her plaything as well, knowing that no one could even think about trying to touch what's hers. The consequences would be worse than death.

Elizabeth is now only wearing her black thong and matching heart-shaped pasties, her tits jumping a bit as she crawls onto the bed. She raises her nose into the air a bit, looking down at Sally as she straddles her stomach. Her hips roll sensually against the soft skin, her cunt dragging against it and already smearing wetness onto Sally's skin. She slides her still gloved hand, the index nail sharper than a chef's knife, up to Sally's neck.

“Hungry, hm? What are you hungry for, my little one?” She practically coos out, her voice rich and smooth. Sally's eyes flutter and she groans, arching her back so her stomach presses further into Countess. “Mm, Mommy's cunt. Please mommy.” How can Countess not get completely soaked because of how cute her girl is? She tries to push Sally further to beg, wanting to tease the both of them a little more. “You think you deserve to taste me? Prove it baby.”

Sally whines at that order, but squirms and bats her eyes. “Pretty please mommy! I wanna make you feel good! Please!” she pleads and bites her lips, wiggling more to create friction against Countie’s clit. The blonde above her groans at the feeling and lifts her hips, slowly inching up to Sally's face.

Sally eagerly props herself up with a pillow, and watches as Elizabeth slides her own hand down her chest and stomach, and then uses the sharp nail on her glove to pull her thong to the side, revealing her flushed cunt. She shudders at her own touch, looking down at Sally with dark eyes and her lip between her teeth.

There's a moment of silence, just so Countie can watch the pup below her drool at the sight of her treat. “Alright enough staring, eat.” She looks at Sally as if she's threatened her, and quickly grabs Sal’s hair and roughly yanks her head into her mommy's pussy.

Sally pokes her tongue out to separate the woman's puffy lips, moaning loudly at the first taste, and then she loses all self control and just starts devouring her. Elizabeth shudders immediately and then groans as Sally goes to town, her grip only getting tighter. Sally's long tongue slides so the tip circles Countess's entrance before it trails the arousal to her swollen clit. “Fuck, keep going baby, just like that pretty slut.”

Sally's eyes flicker up to her mommy's face, and she watches the paleness of Elizabeth’s skin start to shimmer with sweat and grow flushed. Perfect. Just as she gets Countess worked up and practically humping Sally's face, she sucks Countie’s clit into her mouth and nips at it roughly.

“Ow fuck!!” The Countess yelps and pulls her cunt away from Sally's face, growling as she looks down with daggers in her eyes.

She plops down on Sally's chest, and immediately slaps the girl's cheek before grabbing her face. Sally slightly whimpers and stares, her eyes as wide as the fucking moon. “You fucking brat, ohh you're in trouble now.” She hisses and without missing a beat, spits roughly onto Sally's lips. The girl under her looks like she just shit her pants, not expecting Countess to be this aggressive, but her panties are now completely drenched.

Sally only whimpers as her mommy flips her over fast and yanks her panties down, tearing them in the process but she could give more of a shit. She immediately starts slapping her ass, and she doesn't stop after a few, oh no, she keeps going and she will until her hand feels like it's going to fall off.

Sally cries out and whines, pleading for mercy but Countess simply ignores her. “What- did- I- fucking- say?!” she grunts out in between spanks, her face in a snarl. Sally knows the safe word, and she knows she did this to herself, so she doesn't back down. Finally, after Sally's ass is so red it looks almost purple, Countess backs down.

They're both panting hard and Sally's sobbing, her body trembling and her legs clenched shut. “M’so sorry mommy, puh-please!” She croaks out, her butt throbbing in pain.

Elizabeth hears the cries and sighs softly, slowly laying her front down onto Sally's back. She presses herself all of the way onto Sally, almost acting like a weighted blanket. She twists her head to face Sally's, not fighting the smile on her face at the messy tears all over the pillow and her cheeks.

Sally looks into Countess's eyes and sniffles, smiling a bit herself. Feeling her mommy's warmth helps calm her down a bit, she knows that she pushed it too far. “Loves you momma..” She mumbles, knitting her brows a bit as she sighs softly.

“Oh kitty, I love you too.. But we're not done.” The Countess's whisper seemed so sweet, but Sally knew how deep she dug herself in. She half expected but also hoped that Countie would be finished punishing her, but then again, she never knew what to expect, and sometimes it was fun. She knew she was always safe with her mommy, and that if she didn't want to be punished she could communicate that.

Sally whimpers into the pillow and hides her face, her tears rubbing into the silk pillowcase. “Mh, I know mommy..” She mumbles, not lifting her head. This upsets the Countess. With a quick grip and pull of Sally's hair, Elizabeth hisses out into Sally's ear. “Look at me when you fucking talk.”

Sally loves how her mommy can switch up so fast, being so kind and caring one second, and then completely the opposite the next. It was definitely on the laundry list of favorite things about Countie.

“M’sorry, I said I know..” Sally tries not to wince as Elizabeth yanks her hair a little harder, not wanting to be a crybaby again. When mommy is mad like this, she hates seeing any crybaby behavior. “You better be sorry, little fucking bitch.” She releases Sally from her death grip and lets the girl's head fall into the pillow again before climbing off the bed and suddenly walking towards the closet.

Sally lifts her head and rolls onto her back, her chest heaving as she wonders what might happen. She shouldn't question her mommy, especially when she's about to be brutally punished, but she can't help it. “What are you doing mommy?” She asks almost innocently, her legs spread out to make it very obvious that her cunt is drooling, and her nipples are rock hard and very flushed, a darker pink now instead of the usual rosy pink they are.

Elizabeth comes back with toys, specifically a double-ended dildo and a small bullet vibrator, both blood red. The dildo is only about 5 inches on one side, but about 7 or 8 on the other, and she only uses it for.. uh oh. Sally realizes what's about to happen, and starts squirming and sitting up, closing her legs. “Wait mommy, no please, I don't wanna get stretched out!” She whines, and the Countess merely raises a brow.

“Hm… First, you decide to be a nosy kitten and ask mommy when you know you should shut up.” She starts climbing onto the bed, grabbing the cherry lube from the nightstand. “Then you move without mommy's permission. Now you're telling mommy no? Mommy's going to do whatever the fuck she wants to you, and you're going to fucking love it, you always do.”

She sets the toys down and quickly grabs Sally, throwing her back onto her stomach and delivering the billionth slap to her bruised ass. Sally cries out but can't help it as her cunt clenches at the sting. The Countess pulls Sally's hips so her ass is in the air, licking her lips at the sight. “Mm, my cute kitty is always so pretty for mommy, god look at this ass.” She breathes out her words as she kneads Sally's swollen and always plump cheeks, relishing in the girls small hisses and whimpers.

Elizabeth picks up the dildo, biting her lip as she pulls off her thong completely and starts to drag one of the tips through her folds. She can't help but moan, her clit is nice and swollen and makes it all more pleasurable for her. Sally's fighting the strong urge to look behind her, and she bites the pillow in frustration, whining quietly. She can hear her mommy's wetness, and that makes her holes visibly clench with need.

“Hmm.. oh fuck.” The Countess moans loudly as she slides the dildo into her throbbing cunt, rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her mouth is gaping as she slowly slides the 7 inches into her, wiggling the other side a bit to get it all snug. “Mmm, mommy can't wait to fuck your little asshole. Looks so fucking pretty.” She mutters and bites her lip hard, wanting to fuck herself with the dildo, but doing it when she's got Sally all nice and full will be so much better.

Sally can't stop the mewls and whines slipping past her lips, hearing her mommy's moans sent her into a headspace where she couldn't control her noises and movements. Thankfully Countie realized this and didn't stop her, and she loved seeing her princess all squirmy too.

Squirting a generous amount in her hand, she smirks as she gets an idea, and crawls over to kneel in front of Sally's head on the bed. “Look up kitty.” She orders, and bites her lip as she starts to smear the lube onto the part of the dildo sticking out of her. She groans as she starts pumping her hand, feeling it move in her own pussy. Sally looks up in amazement, gawking at her mommy jerking herself off.

Countie looks down into Sally's eyes, slowly reaching for the pet's hair, continuing to pump her hand around the dildo. “Taste mommy's cock before I fuck you with it.”

“Mhm” is what Sally mumbles in response, eagerly taking her mommy's lead and slipping the tip of the red cock past her lips. Her eyes flutter at the strong taste of cherry on her tongue, and she moans as the scent of the lube is mixed with the scent of Elizabeth’s arousal. She gets hungrier at that smell and takes it deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks the cock. The Countess moans loudly, her hand lost in Sally's wild hair. “That's right baby, suck it like a yummy popsicle. Isn't it so tasty? You love how mommy tastes, yeah?”

Sally eagerly nods and starts bobbing her head as she continues to take the cock, her gag reflex nonexistent as the Countess has trained her perfectly. Elizabeth doesn't stop praising and guiding the girl, the movements are making her cunt feel so so good.

Eventually she yanks Sally's head off of her cock, looking down at her and quickly spitting into her mouth before she can close it. Sally moans and her eyes practically cross, her arousal making her brain so fuzzy. “You're the best little plaything when you behave. Why can't you always be this obedient, hm? Little whore.” She rubs her thumb against Sally's drooling lips and sucks it after pulling away, humming at the scrumptious taste.

Soon they get back into position, Sally's head pushed back into the pillow, and her ass high in the air with the Countess behind her. Countie grabs the lube again and squirts the bottle, drizzling it all over Sally's ass as if it was chocolate syrup on a sundae. It was equivalent if not better than ice cream.

“Alright baby, mommy's gonna start putting it in okay? Remember you're safe, remember our safeword and our safe gesture? Show me kitten.” Countie gently pulls Sally up a bit, cooing at how glossy the girl's eyes are, and the little pout she gets when she's all subby is the most adorable, on top of her now messy mouth. Sally lifts her hand and crosses her fingers, and then she mumbles, “Cinnamon, mommy” She looks over at Countess, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

“Oh my beautiful darling, good job. Now, let's continue.” Done with her softness, she throws Sally's head back down and snatches the lube up.

She tosses the bottle to the side and starts rubbing it into the kitty’s skin, biting her lip as her thumb brushes over her pink asshole. “Feels s’good momma!” Sally whines, loving the massage on her bruised ass.

She practically trembles as Countie starts to circle her puckered hole, the sensation so ticklish in the most pleasant way. It winks slightly as her cunt clenches, arousal drooling out as it does. “Hm, such a good girl winking at mommy. I'm gonna start stretching you baby, want you to be as quiet as possible, or I won't be as gentle as you want me to be.” She whispers, her voice smooth and soft, but Sally knows how serious she is.

She nods quietly and holds her breath when Countie pushes her thumb in, trying to relax herself but the woman behind her doesn't really care if she is or not. After all, this is meant to be a punishment. Sally bites the pillow hard, trying not to wince but she wiggles a little, her ass lightly bouncing at the movement. The Countess only chuckles, biting her lip as she pushes her thumb in and pulls it out a few times before pulling it out and reaching for the dildo between her legs.

She starts with slapping the little hole with the tip, groaning as the lube makes the most delicious noises. She scoots closer and leans over Sally, grabbing her hair roughly as she starts pushing it in. Sally's mouth opens wide and she silently moans, panting hard into the pillow. It hurts for a few seconds, but the more Countess pushes in, the hungrier her asshole gets for the toy.

“Fuck, I can feel you trying to suck me in, shit you're such a greedy girl.” The Countess moans each time Sally clenches as it tugs at the toy a bit and brushes over her g-spot.

Countie decides to pull out and get the rest of the 5 inches into Sally, whining softly to herself as she feels so empty. She hums and leans down to place wet kisses all over Sallys ass, biting it roughly as she pushes the cock in the rest of the way, and that's when Sally can't stop a yelp.

“Did I just hear something from the slut? Hm, if you wanna make noises, I suppose I should allow it. Let me make you scream.” The Countess practically growls as she hovers over the tip and quickly sits on it, moaning loudly as it quickly fills her cunt. She's now on top of Sally's ass, and starts to roll her hips in the sexiest way, her clit rubbing against the ass under her.

She can't hold back any longer. She starts to bounce herself up and down on the dildo, the noises and the feeling of it getting pushed against that sweet spot in Sally's ass making the girl moan very loudly. She huffs out repetitive noises, moans, whines and grunts. Countie grips her hair tighter and slams her hips harder, her face twisted in anger and pleasure all in one. “Hmph fuck- fucking brat, taking my dick like a whore. God I wish you could see how fucking slutty you are for me.”

Countie remembers the other half of the punishment, and reaches for the little bullet vibrator, doing it discreetly so Sally doesn't realize. She bites her lip and reaches under Sally, quickly turning it on high and shoving it against the blonde's clit. “OHHH- FUCK!” Sally yelps and screams put consistent moans, her ass and legs trembling hard at the immediate and unexpected pleasure. “W-Wait, I can't! Mo-ommy, s’too much! AHH-HA MOMMY!” She wails and squirms around, trying to get away from it all but there's no way to get out of the Countess's grasp, and she knows it.

“Oh, is it baby? Mommy's so sorry! Actually no, I'm not sorry. You wanted mommy's attention so bad, you wanted to be a fucking brat, well this is exactly what brats get. Take it bitch.” She growls, bouncing faster and throwing her head back as she moves the vibrator through Sally's slit and then slaps it against the girl's very puffy clit.

Sally continues to squirm and it only gets Countess closer to her orgasm, one that she knows will be memorable. She's letting Sally hump the vibrator and get close too, telling her, “You can cum whenever you want, but I'm not stopping after.”

Sally really tries to hold it, knowing it'll be torture if she doesn't, but when her body takes over and she orgasms, she can't stop it. Her asshole clenches so hard that the dildo can't move at all, but Countie doesn't stop bouncing, moaning loudly as Sally furiously rolls her hips. Her orgasm is done within seconds and she's already crying about the overstimulation, but she secretly loves how forceful her mommy is with her, especially when she's throbbing and bruised like this.

“Fuck- mommy's gonna cum soon, gonna cum allll over baby's ass. So fucking good.” Countie doesn't even let her have a little break, going until she cums herself, grunting out moans and folding over on Sally as she pushes the vibrator harder on Sally's poor clit. “MOMMY!!” Sally screams and chokes on a moan, audibly shuddering as squirt shoots hard out of her cunt in short spurts, making a complete mess all over the sheets.

Countie turns off the vibrator but slaps Sally's clit with it, moaning herself as she starts to slow her hips, riding out her high with her kitten. “Good girl, hmph good kitty.” She purrs out as she feels Sally's trembling body jolting as the last bits of pleasure shoot through her. When the blonde can't hold herself anymore, she simply collapses, sobbing out weakly as her ass is still filled to the brim.

The Countess knows that her baby is done, and as much as she wants to lay down with her right now, she knows that she needs to clean up this mess.

She slowly slides the dildo out of her cunt, hissing at the sensitivity, but she manages. She sighs softly as she sees the mess that is her girl, and can't help but smirk. She grabs her phone and snaps a picture of Sally, completely fucked out and covered with lube and squirt, the dick still sticking out of her ass.

Sally smiles sleepily at the sounds of the camera shutter, loving when her mommy takes pretty pictures of her. She knows that Countie fucks herself watching the videos and pictures, and sometimes she'll even make one of them her lockscreen. Sally always openly talks about how she loves it, it makes her feel so secure, knowing Countie loves and claims her.

“Darling if you can hear me, I'm gonna pull the toy out now, okay?” She hears her mommy rasp out, and tries to nod, but she's just so tired. She feels a soft tug on the dildo before Countie starts to pull it out. Sally jerks a bit and whimpers, not feeling pain, but definitely sensitivity.

When Elizabeth has pulled it out of her completely, Sally is relieved but also feels the sadness of being empty. Countie sets the toy aside and moves towards Sally's side, picking her up carefully. Sally starts to fuss in protest, wanting to sleep so badly after an exhausting scene. She's always fussy after these, wanting to just be curled up into her mommy with the thickest blanket on top of her.

Countie knows this and just gently shushes the girl, bouncing her gently as she walks to the bathroom. She grabs a washcloth and goes to the already filled tub, sliding in and quickly but carefully washing them both.

After getting the mess cleaned, she drags a very weak Sally into the now cleaned bed, thanks to Ms. Evers. The sheets are fresh out of the dryer and Countie quickly gets them under the heavy and warm blanket. She gets comfortable, laying on her back, and then pulling Sally on top of her. She peeled off the pasties while they were in the bath, and she rested Sally's head in the valley of her breasts, helping her move closer to her erect nipple and getting her latched on. She knows how important reassurance is to Sally, so as she rubs the girl's scalp, she starts whispering soft words to the kitten. “I love you so much baby. Even when you're a brat, mommy loves you just the same. You're my everything, you always will be kitten. My sweet sweet darling.”

It doesn't take Sally long to fall asleep, and she does so surrounded in warmth, her momma's heartbeat, and soft loving words. She feels so incredibly lucky, and all of the pain she has experienced is forgotten and will never be felt again.

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#sarah paulson #lady gaga #countess ahs #sally mckenna #sally x countess #ahs hotel #american horror story #ahs smut #gxg #sally mckenna smut #countess ahs smut #please be kind #MDNI #idk what else to tag lolz

[weebsinstash]

God just imagining the Batfams reader being like eh, fuck this and just going superrrrrr underground.

Like waiter/waitress in a two light country town, staying away from electronics and news and anything that could give you away.

And then one day when you’re comfy, keeping to yourself to avoid attachment, you go to a table to take their order and just find them sitting there, all eyes on you.

It would be so much funnier if the darling was ACCIDENTALLY found; like they just stumbled into the diner and is just as shocked as they look up at you.

God damn runaway darlings are my drug i swear to god

So depending on the material, Gotham is either in New Jersey or Illinois (and not to virtue signal but I lowkey find the occasional Chicago/Detroit comparisons really ignorant actually) but anyways you decide, "you know what, not just fuck this Batfamily, fuck GOTHAM, why is it legitimately so awful here" and Metropolis is right next door and is literally no better, so you decide to run away from the entire state, maybe even catching a Boom Tube to another state entirely, because you have certain limitations on how far you can go. You wind up in a nice little rural Kansas town out in the country, luckily you grabbed all your important papers with you when you ran so you can try and pick up where you left off, new bank account, maybe even a new name, trying to make yourself undetectable (which I think would probably be impossible to be undetectable by BATMAN but like for the sake of the story--) and you're just, starting to live your own quiet little life. It's all very peaceful and cottagecore and serene. You start working st a cute diner and all the locals are nice and welcoming in your nice little new home. There's even a nice farmer's market and you meet a sweet old lady and you start seeing her regularly around town and she eventually notices you're just a sweet young adult without any family and invites you over for dinner

And she's fucking Superman's mom and you basically unintentionally walk straight into the Kent household and he is there and wouldn't it be so fucked up if, since they are such close friends, and the Kent's are so welcoming, Bruce is also there like

The duality of you speaking with Supe's mom "oh you have a lovely home, Mrs Kent" "oh no none of that dear just call me Martha" and you suddenly lock eyes with Clark and Bruce at the dinner table and let loose the loudest "FUCK" (and Clark frowns at you bc don't you swear in front of his mama >:( he's a good country boy and you WILL mind your manners in this house young-- )

And maybe Martha excuses herself for a moment or Pa Kent takes her away bc he can tell you have some sort of history with these two and you're just like, instantly cutting your losses, ready to book it out the front door, and i mean, Superman probably stops you. Um HELLO his sweet old mom invited you to dinner and she's already cooked everything to include you? Go sit at that table RIGHT NOW. And you wind up being sat directly next to Bruce and are extremely quiet/awkward the entire evening until it's time for you to go home and, oh great, dinner was extremely uncomfortable for you but it was keeping you from being forced to confront Bruce, and I imagine you barely even leave that house before he's dragging you forward for a hug that practically cracks your ribs. Let's be real he was probably secretly sneaking texts on his phone to inform the rest of the Batfam and maybe some of them are even showing up in Smallville to 1. See what you've been up to and where you've been staying and 2. Help bring you back, obviously

Also like I kinda like to brainstorm innocent things they can be weird and controlling over so like you've got a different haircut and maybe your hair is dyed now and your skins broken out a little since you've been slacking on your routine and don't have that Wayne Money to buy such luxuries anymore and they just like. Hate it lmao. Like imagine if you had long hair that they loved to do shit with and it's just significantly shorter the next time you see them. They're just all going "NOOOO 🥺" and mourning the loss of being able to style and braid your strands and such

Honestly I keep getting fic ideas revolving around hair but since hair length and texture is not always something that can be, uh, completely universal, I kinda felt too guilty to write anything but it's also like, idk, I'm basically writing for fun, what's the harm in like writing a yandere obsessed with my long wavy hair kwim 😅 why not write the chocobros noticing you kinda dress functionally for hiking around with them and encouraging you to get a haircut and it devolves into constantly buying you pretty dresses and fixing you up all the time so youve got the 4 men in black armed to the teeth and like the cute girl in the sundress following them around. Why not write Valentino bullying my ass because I didn't realize I had like some vague semblance of hair texture all this time and insisting I start using curl creams n styling my hair and dragging my ass to his salon. Why not write platonic/controlling Batfam losing it bc you were running errands one day on one of the rare occasions you got time to yourself and randomly decided you wanted a haircut because they never chopped off enough length at home and you walk back in the front door and they're literally looking at you and dropping what's in their hands as they then rush to slather you in like hair oils and hair masks every night. Just sitting on the couch scowling enough for a lifetime as one of them insists on massaging your scalp to stimulate hair growth and still wanting to put little bows n braids and accessories in like. Is the entire point of this blog not to be incredibly self serving and escapist lmao 😂

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

[markantonys]

acos prologue-chapter 19: i read the whole first half of the book during a trip this weekend so i’m sure i’ve forgotten a bunch of stuff i wanted to note, but i did go back and skim through to jog my memory and i think i have all the most important things

giant ass wheel of time prologues my detested. i want to see RAND! pedron niall’s assassination was pretty wild tho, did not see that coming! might be starting to see why the show gave valda such a prominent intro? up to now i’d been wondering about that since he hasn’t seemed too important. overall the book whitecloaks feel like more of a nuisance and waste of page-time than an actual threat, so i think the show did a much better job making them feel like real antagonists.

it’s also interesting bc coming to the books as a show-first person, what with the way whitecloaks were presented to me initially, so far galad becoming a whitecloak feels WAY worse than anything gawyn (who we also see in the prologue) has done yet. i’m committed to keeping gawyn as my problematic fav now, hope he doesn’t do something truly heinous that’ll make me have to admit i was wrong jkdfg i can forgive his choices at the tower coup and dumai’s wells and his hatred of rand bc he’s doing the best he can with the extremely limited and mostly incorrect information that’s available to him (the difficulties and unreliability of info-spreading in a pre-modern-technology (or technically post-) society is becoming a growing issue which is fascinating at times and infuriating at others, but always an incredibly realistic worldbuilding detail that i don’t recall seeing many other similarly low-tech fantasy books including) anyway, i’m weeping over gawyn’s looking glass having an inscription from his mom. also over him reflecting on how quickly real war ripped away the ideals he was always taught about fighting honorably.

“[perrin] would have expected the other aes sedai to comfort [the ones who were stilled in the battle], care for them somehow, but most ignored the three entirely” agreed perrin! i remember being really struck by how cold all the aes sedai were to siuan and leane when they were stilled and then how warm again suddenly after nynaeve healed them. not a surprising attitude for aes sedai, but shitty nonetheless.

“rand could [channel], of course, but he was rand, and the dragon reborn besides. [the asha’man] made perrin’s hackles rise” aww perrin lowkey admitted he’s not afraid of rand :’) what a sad state of things that i’m touched by that lmao

and perrin counting “they had kidnapped rand, mistreated him” as a reason why he doesn’t like aes sedai :’)

“the dragon reborn, who made the world tremble, sitting on the ground, alone in the dark, his arms wrapped around himself, rocking back and forth” almost started crying on the bus there, thanks for that

“[rand] had on a coat rooted out of the wagons...it was the only garment in the camp to fit him. truth, you would have thought he insisted on silk and fine embroidery, the way he had had those wagons searched top to bottom, yesterday and this morning” gee perrin i wonder why rand was so desperate to change out of the clothes he was kidnapped and tortured in for weeks? rand is literally so traumatized and literally no one even THINKS to think that he might be!

more problems await rand in cairhien. is it too much to ask that he be given enough time for a bath and a nap after everything he’s been through? goddamn

again perrin smells jealousy and hurt from faile when berelain comes up, and again understands the jealousy but not the hurt. he really just keeps going “why does the thought of me being interested in someone else make my wife feel hurt? what does it mean?” perrin has to take the crown of Worst With Women out of the 3 boys, which is ironic since he’s the only one in a long-term relationship with one. dumbassery by perrin, but more dumbassery by faile to not see how obviously uninterested and flat-out UNCOMFORTABLE perrin is with berelain and to not believe perrin when he keeps telling her he loves no one but her. jealousy is probably my #1 most hated romantic conflict in fiction (and probably also my #1 biggest turnoff in a hypothetical real-life partner) so i can tell i’m not going to have a good time with this plotline.

rand includes mat in the very short list of people he can trust. thinking about “friend” (in the context of lews therin being his only friend in the box) triggers some hallucinatory (?) flickers of color and motion that make him think of mat (and perrin). cauthor crumbs!

“no. he was not in the chest anymore. his fingers ached, clenched around scepter and hilt. only memories remained, and memories had no force. he was not-” rand!!! is so!!! traumatized!!!! and no one notices!!!!!!!

“when sulin stepped around in front of rand, she took one look at his face, and her breath caught. ‘they did this to you,’ she said softly, and reached for her heavy-bladed belt knife.” when rand gets panicky just from the darkness when he pulls his hood up, “sulin’s hand moved. it took him a moment to realize she was stroking his arm.” okay SULIN notices, thank god!! if nobody’s got rand i know sulin’s got him

“‘what woman could i hate enough to marry her to the dragon reborn?’ rand said coldly. that caused a silence solid enough to touch.” first of all, heartbreaking, second of all, i did laugh a little at bael and bashere and their wives all joking around about marriage and rand just drops the biggest debbie downer line in the world on them and kills, nay, MURDERS the mood

rand thinks, in quick succession, that he needs elayne, that he “doesn’t” (does) need aviendha, and that he needs mat. #PutMatInThePolycule

fat little man angreal my beloved is missing! no!! rand better get that little guy back or else! i don’t even care about him needing it for channeling, i just think it’s neat. fat little man angreal is my friend.

rand thinking of all his problems as juggling. “thom merrilin had taught him to juggle a little, but he had never been very good.” sounds like rand needs the pro juggler, mat cauthon, by his side to help him deal with everything.

“it was not of sammael or illian that he thought. bring elayne quickly, mat. it ran wild in his head.” matrandlayne crumbs!

“one hour, and [egwene] could straighten everything out. underneath, he was still rand.” aww egwene ❤️ it’s nice to see that all the emond’s fielders do still, to some extent, see rand and not just the dragon reborn. now if only they would make that clear to him to help him feel less isolated.............

“‘he doesn’t think he needs anyone.’ rand would go on thinking he could handle anything by himself right up until one of those anythings crushed him.” 1) pot and kettle, egwene 2) it hurts so much to see rand in his pov constantly thinking “i have to do this by myself because i’m the only one who can/because i don’t want other people to get hurt by having to do it/because i’m too traumatized to trust anyone but myself” but then from exterior povs it comes off as him refusing to ask for help because he’s overconfident and too proud and stubborn. aaaaaahhhh!!!

loving the parallels with rand and egwene in this book. both finding themselves with a million problems to juggle that (they think) no one but they can solve, both overwhelmed and lonely and scared and not sure who they can trust, but pushing through to try and do it all on their own because they must. “there was no rest in it, but it must be done. she would do what must be done.” like that could’ve come straight from a rand pov chapter!

theodrin is DEFINITELY mesaana. same tic of tapping her lips while thinking.

“mat had a reputation as a soldier?...[egwene] had believed he commanded only because of rand” jdkfjg EVERYONE thinks mat is just rand’s trophy husband. this + “of course you’re dragonsworn, you do whatever rand tells you” in the last book, egwene 100% thinks they’re fucking

egwene knows in her head that bonding a warder without his consent is bad, but thinks she and nynaeve might do the same to gawyn and lan if they were to turn them down?? girl???? what the fuck???????

awwww moiraine wanted myrelle to pass lan’s bond on to nynaeve ❤️❤️

halima is definitely giving egwene these headaches on purpose and then offering the cure as a way to worm her way into egwene’s trust. sometimes i wish there was a bit less of “revealing to the audience that a character is evil, but not to the other characters” i love a bit of dramatic irony but at this point it’s starting to become stressful and frustrating how many people i KNOW are evil that none of the other characters have unmasked yet (and i honestly can’t even keep track of which whitecloak was it who’s the darkfriend, which aes sedai, etc. lmao it would be easier on me in all respects if i was kept in the dark as long as the characters were)

our first aviendha pov (aside from like 4 paragraphs in the last book) yes!!!! i am so excited!!!! i’ve been hoping to unlock aviendha pov for ages! i love seeing how her aiel mind thinks about things in such different ways than the wetlander povs, like water and boats and propriety and clothing and relationships and honor and shame. aviendha vs. boats is so CUTE

“in a way, however important their search, that was like putting something before clan or society, yet aviendha felt pride. elayne’s view of honor was peculiar at times...but she followed it admirably” proud girlfriend! ❤️❤️

ooh interesting to finally see why aiel always call everyone by first and last name - aviendha thinks that only calling someone by half their name feels too intimate, “like using a honey-name.” if we don’t get a version of the godtier “character a who never calls character b by their first name does so for the first time in an emotional moment after character b almost dies” trope for aviendha and rand, i will fucking riot

“aviendha did not approve [of elayne’s dress]. the upper half of the dress, the bodice, fitted as snugly as that necklace, and a missing narrow oval of cloth revealed the inner slopes of her breasts” aviendha is shook by The Titties

no but while i like the clothing descriptions, i’m tired of how EVERY SINGLE woman’s outfit is ALWAYS described in terms of how revealing it is or isn’t. either describe women’s clothes without that aspect or, better yet, describe men’s clothes WITH it. if you’re gonna tell me how elayne’s boobs look in tight dresses, i also want to know how mat’s ass looks in tight pants. THAT is true equality!

“she and elayne had not reached the point of adopting each other as first-sisters yet, but she was sure they would, now. already they brushed each other’s hair, and every night in the dark shared another secret never told to anyone else.” LADIES................ 1) i specifically remember that earlier a maiden suggested that rand offer to brush aviendha’s hair as a way of getting her interest romantically, so the fact that aviendha and elayne are brushing each other’s hair 👀 2) what secrets never told to anyone else are they sharing every night, in the dark, alone, when it is dark, at night? 👀👀 3) much as i love this, when last we left aviendha she was saying she and elayne weren’t ready to become first-sisters yet, but now suddenly she thinks they’re almost there. “relationship development happening offscreen between books” is one of rj’s favorite tricks and i don’t like it one bit. 4) imagine a Put Mat In The Polycule version of this where mat is hanging out with aviendha and elayne brushing each other’s hair and fucking sharing secrets and talking about rand (as elayne mentions later) 🥺🥰

aviendha thinking about how ready she is to be elayne’s first-sister (and by extent sister-wife) and then thinking “this min woman, though............” (and min’s similar thought later about sharing rand with elayne and “this aviendha woman she had yet to meet”) just drives home how much min does not fit naturally into the polycule. min was close with elayne in book 2 (and most of that was relationship development that happened offscreen before the book) but they’ve only had a couple scenes since then, and she’s never met aviendha at all. meanwhile elayne/aviendha are as connected with each other as they are with rand, and while we’re at it, mat is connected with all 3 of them more strongly than min is. he’s a better and more natural fourth goddammit!!!!

aviendha is the first to advocate for asking mat to help them find the bowl rather than avoiding him 🥰 and when nynaeve insults him elayne says “oh do be quiet nynaeve” 🥰

“‘maybe,’ birgitte murmured, ‘you had mat the scoundrel set so hard in your mind, you couldn’t see he had any use.’ elayne gave her a cool stare, chin raised, then abruptly grimaced, and nodded reluctantly. she did not accept criticism easily.” awww elayne acknowledging she’s judged mat unfairly 🥰 also i really feel like nynaeve and egwene have influenced elayne’s opinion of mat HARD, like they’re her bffs and they spend so much time talking about what an irresponsible scoundrel he is that of course elayne comes to believe the same thing. it often feels like she’s mostly just parroting what they say about mat, esp since i feel like mat hasn’t done anything THAT scoundrel-y in front of elayne so far.

“he needs to be made fit for decent company” is elayne planning to My Fair Lady mat? ........that would be a hilarious fic actually, someone please write that

awwww elayne is being so sweet about aviendha’s fear of boats and water, giving her advice for dealing with it while phrasing it like she’s talking about herself so as not to embarrass aviendha 🥺🥰

“[aviendha] complained to amys and bair that she must be ill because she felt as though rand al’thor was carrying some part of her around with him” BABY 🥺🥺😭😭

“most would have thought [elayne] quite calm, but aviendha knew the signs” aviendha knows her girlfriend!

proud dad mat betting all his money on olver in the horse race! anxious dad mat being worried about olver getting hurt in the race!

“not that [the women] had spoken twenty words to [mat] since arriving in the bloody city!” mat is so desperate for his besties’ attention bless him

“as far as [mat] was concerned, [aviendha] could knife whoever she wanted so long as it was not elayne” supportive brother-husband of aviendha and protective husband of elayne 😌

mat having a flashback to the cauthor roadtrip 😭😭😭😭 and not just any part of it, but the part when rand was sick and mat took care of him (tho the flashback is only focused on the darkfriend lady), which might just be my #1 favorite part!

dagger-influenced mat in the flashback “he wondered why he had ever trusted. it never paid. never.” and lews-therin-influenced rand earlier in the book “to trust was to be betrayed; trust was pain” they need each other so bad!! goddammit!!

mat going “nynaeve needs to be taken down a peg but i’m not gonna let anyone else talk shit about her!” they’re besties your honor!!!

i feel like mat is suddenly being 20x hornier and more women-objectifying-y than he ever was in previous books, and i feel like this is being done so that The Thing That Happens To Him Later In This Book can be framed as comeuppance, which is absolute bs!!!!

speaking of That Thing, this chapter has mat’s first meeting with tylin and it’s horrible! he spends the whole time uncomfortable and stressed out and feeling trapped and having his personal space invaded. “the writing table behind his back rattled against the wall as he tried to back away. the only way out was to push her aside or climb over her skirts...she smiled, a faint curl of her lips that did not lessen the predatory glint in her eyes. the hair on his head tried to stand up.” i hate it!!!!! elayne please make a gateway and send mat back to caemlyn stat!!!

mat feels like a rabbit being chased by an eagle. i feel as though we’re supposed to think “ha, how the turn tables from when mat was the eagle chasing all those women” except it was clearly established MULTIPLE times in previous books that mat only chases women who enjoy it as much as he does. and actually, his only previous significant relationship (melindhra) was also him as the rabbit to her eagle, not just bc she was a darkfriend and tried to kill him, but even before that he was often uncomfortable around her and wishing he could figure out a way to end the relationship without her forcing him to stay or getting mad at him or hurting him. mat deserves better yet from spoilers i know he’s only going to receive worse 😤

the dice have been rolling for a couple chapters now and i am so scared to see when they’ll stop

random thought but i LOVE taraboner syntax and speech patterns

rand is also suddenly being hornier and more women-objectifying-y than usual (“he enjoyed looking at [berelain] too much” literally since when????) but at least it seems like this might be a symptom of lews therin being horny in his head and not actually rand’s own thoughts

if cadsuane is so important and legendary among aes sedai, why have we never heard one mention of her in a previous book? at least that i can recall. she’s funny so far but it just feels like she came out of absolutely nowhere, usually a character who’s allegedly THIS important would’ve at least been hinted at before being abruptly dropped into the story

rand is starting to question whether lews therin is real or just madness, interesting. i would also like the answer to that!

“mad or not, alone or not, there was no one else to do what had to be done. not even this small duty. heavier than a mountain.” 😭😭😭😭

our first few sentences of min pov this book are her thinking about how she hates high-heeled boots but is wearing them because she thinks rand likes them 🙄 day 89475 of waiting for min to find the dignity and self-respect she had at the beginning of the series

“she had long since reconciled herself to being hopelessly in love [with rand]. nothing else mattered, not that he was an unsophisticated countryman, younger than she, not who or what he was, not that he was doomed to go mad and die if he was not killed first.” min spends so much time thinking about all the reasons why she shouldn’t love rand and none about the reasons why she does. day 9348958 of waiting for min to give one (1) reason why she loves rand, besides that he’s handsome and that fate said she had to. and on rand’s part, the only reason he’s really given so far is that he feels safe with min, which is sweet, but not really enough to convince me of strong romantic love. it feels more like a sense of platonic comfort and friendship than of attraction or romantic feelings. plus, it almost feels like he’s just latching onto min bc he’s so desperately lonely and affection-starved and she is literally the only friend he has nearby atm, aside from perrin who we’ve seen is kinda wary of him now

min is unhappy with sharing rand with elayne and aviendha but has accepted she has no choice. i’ve said it before but have to repeat, i just hate so much the way this whole thing was done! it feels like poor min and elayne are both miserable with the arrangement, while aviendha is ok with sharing with elayne but not with min. i would love to see avilayne date in the show (and we’re all thinking they probably will) and possibly one or both date min as well, but honestly i would be completely fine with them keeping “rand has 3 gfs and they each only have him” if they just made it so that all 4 of them are actually HAPPY with the arrangement and do it because they want to, not because min said fate said they had to. like, the aiel are already there to introduce the concept of polyamory to rand/elayne/min, they don’t also need Fate Said So motivating them to do this. i feel like the books made it so that the concept of polyamory is so completely alien and distasteful to min and elayne that Fate Said So was the only way to force them into it, which sucks and is yet another symptom of the main characters’ extreme sexual repression (which the show has thankfully done away with, and nynaeve in s1 was surprised by polyamory but had no problem with it, so i’m hoping the randwich formation will benefit from this change in attitude)

min and rand have now officially fucked, but my opinion of the ship still hasn’t changed. also, what is WITH the non-consensual undertones of rand’s 2 sex scenes? with aviendha i remember him thinking something like “he couldn’t have stopped her even if he’d wanted to” and now min’s is so much worse: “[while rand is protesting that he can’t do this with her] seizing two handfuls of his hair, she pulled his mouth back down, and after a little while, he stopped fighting...if he even tried to stop now, she was going to fetch one of riallin’s spears, all of them, and stab him.” is that supposed to feel sexy? is that supposed to feel romantic? bc it doesn’t!! especially given that this is happening while rand is in a really emotionally vulnerable state after cadsuane’s visit and the news of fel’s and colavaere’s deaths which he views as his fault. A Crown of Swords more like A Crown of Consent Issues

i haven’t yet returned to rand’s pov, will be interested to see his thoughts on this development

#wot #wot book spoilers

[sharpen-jadescythe]

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? 🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? 🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

His name! I haven't spoken about that yet 😀

I knew Sharpen would be a hunter so I was really clever and was like 'I'll pick a name to do with aim and accuracy, because he shoots bows and guns really well!'

But "Sharpe" was taken.

And "Sharp" was also taken.

Then me, staring at the character screen, sweating... I typed in Sharpen.

"There's trp right? I'll just do this thing where I leave the N off. And I can still call him Sharpe. Easy!"

I never did that. Mainly because I didn't want to keep correcting people. Instead, I spent a lot of energy over a long time getting used to calling him Sharpen and not having major grammatical issues with a verb being a name. Would you call your character 'Froze' if every iteration of frost or frozen or ice were taken? I lowkey freaked out that I made a bad mistake and no one would take the character seriously.

It took a while. I'm sorry to confess that I kept getting tempted to delete him and start over, I was so uncomfortable. But when I also settled into Sharpen's himbo personality and sensed he might have chosen his own name, thinking it was cool, then it felt natural. I liked it a lot more and it felt like home. And by then, I had chosen a weapon for his last name, so it seemed to come together in that way as well.

Anyway, there are a lot of unique names out there in real life that are really just names if you take the time to learn them and say them often enough. The name isn't weird anymore, it becomes a person you're fond of.

And I'd argue that 'weird' names aren't weird in the first place. A person's name is loving intent. Parents wanting to do the best for their child. (Culturally, I've seen a lot of 'weird' family names and people getting put down/teased for just existing and attempting to introduce themselves in a work or social situation, so I have strong feelings about this topic lol.)

So, tangent aside, that's the story! I did go back and give him a real name in my headcanon, Raorin, for practicality. But Sharpen is what he's called nonetheless. He wouldn't respond to Raorin if he hadn't confessed that was his real name to you. He'd feel offended, like you're making fun of his chosen name, Sharpen. I think he only told one person of his birthname ICly, and he would only really be called by his birthname in private, likely in an emotionally intense situation. Such as, he's being romantic or someone is extremely worried about him and wants to get his attention.

Please just call him Sharpen. We worked so hard to get to this point! Lol

Ty, that was fun to explain!

[flytoinfinityy]

[07-6-22]

Looking for active roleplay partners.

18/21+

Doubles. I also prefer female partners.

Mature content will be involved.

Dark themes and sensitive content will also be involved.

I'm looking for 3 fandoms specifically at the moment and will not accept anything other than the three I mention, so please read thoroughly.

The first Fandom I'm looking for is Shadow Hunters.

I'm looking for someone to play Jace Wayland against an OC of mine.

I can play as Simon, Raphael, Or Alec for you. If you want a mxm or fxf ship, I can do that also! I'm diverse and flexible.

The second Fandom I'm looking for is Teen Wolf.

I'm looking for someone to play either Scott McCall or Derek Hale against my OC.

I can play as Stiles, Isaac, or Theo.

If you want a mxm or fxf I'm okay with that also!

The third Fandom I'm looking for that I'm extremely thirsty for is Stranger Things lol

I'm looking for someone to play as Steve Harrington or Billy Hargrove for me.

I can play as Eddie Munson, An 18+ year old Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers, Vecna(Henry Creel) or Jim Hopper.

The only requirement I have when doing a stranger things roleplay is changing the settings to modern day! But of course with the exception of keeping their swagger/style. It's lowkey making a comeback anyway!

TEXTS WILL BE INVOLVED. I am active daily, around pretty much all the time. I send 3-4 lengthy paragraphs but sometimes I have to do texts. They're easier. I run an in home daycare and I'm a mom.

If you aren't okay with texts as much as actually writing out a story then I'm probably not the partner for you.

Tupperbox is also a requirement.

Drama, smut, foul language and mature themes will be present.

Do not interact if you're uncomfortable.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

I AM NOT ghost friendly and I give the effort I get in a roleplay. If you're a person who doesn't treat each roleplay/ship equally. Don't hit me up. You're only wasting my time.

My discord is ToInfinityyy#3748

#teen wolf #scott mccall #derek hale #discord rp #stiles stilinski #lgbtq #discord 1x1 #rp ad #oc roleplay #rp with me #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #vecna #roleplay #rp partner needed #rp partner wanted #stranger things rp #billy hargrove

[themountainsays]

Also I could I forget internalized homophobia and religious guilt. -RM

Oh !! That too!! Internalized homophobia Isa who thinks her feelings for her sister come directly from her homosexuality, because being "a homosexual" means she's so messed up in the brain she'll inevitably end up lusting after her own sister ;-;

Ahhh not to be tmi but being a lesbian i always felt lowkey predatory in women's bathrooms like... women's bathrooms (and women's spaces in general) are places for women to feel safe in, to know they won't be sexualized or attacked or anything right? So they (we) can know no one is out there feeling attracted to them (us). Soooo being a lesbian always felt like such a crime, like I was violating the sanctity of a safe space for women, it made me feel less like a woman in a way, like i was Cishet Man Lite or something, which I'm not, but it felt like i filled in the same niche, only in secret, so women thought they were safe around me when they were not ahhhh it was bad :( and ngl i'm still lowkey scared of women, I feel uncomfortable surrounded entirely by women without any visibly male friend around to reassure me that Oh Okay we're allowed to be here we're not commiting any crimes. And there's always some level of resentment because cishet women lead such different lives and I feel like I can't relate to them at all at times and that even if a friend accepts me they'll always feel uncomfortable with me etc etc so I end up feeling angry when I shouldn't because it's not their fault i feel like a freak, knowing myself I'd probably feel like a freak if i were cishet anyway... but what I actually wanted to say is that I'd love to write about it in fanfic, i mean i know a lot of people hate seeing characters facing any kind of homophobia in fanfic and I never knew why, so I mostly keep that to my original fiction, but I'd love love love to uhh project on Isabela a little 👉👈 Imagine her performing this extreme form of femeninity, not only because she's genuinely a femme lol but also because she wants to feel "more like a woman", because she doesn't want to have one foot outside of the group, she wants to be like everyone else and not present a danger to the women in her life - especially her relatives. Gosh but she sees them feel so safe and at ease with her, she may even hear them complain about one or two boys making them feel unsafe, and she feels so guilty for letting everyone think she's just like them, that she doesn't look at women in ways she shouldn't, that she doesn't have a particular girl in mind that drives her crazy, but who is 15 years old and her baby sister... god she feels like such a freak

:)

#madrigalcest #isamira #shipcest #internalized homophobia #uhh #personal #a lil bit

[effervescentdragon]

Omg I love tenet!!! Care to share your thoughts on it? One thing I hate is the theory that Neil was Kat’s son because just no??? It wouldn’t make any sense and besides, it would be weird given the weird (sexual/romantic) tension he had with the Protagonist (in my honest opinion)

So i managed like 20 mins of a nap that left me feeling even more tired and ive teied watching at least 3 shows and none of it holds my attention and then i rmbrd this ask so let me ramble a bit. Hope you're around anon!

Okay so im a slut for nolan. Literally ever since i watched insomnia (way too young btw) ive been absolutely obsessed with him and i'll always recognize his movies even when i dont know he's done them. That being said, i loved tenet. It was really funny watching it bcs me and sis had to pause it quite a couple of times where i had theories about what was happening and sis was like "idk what this is but i like it", and thats rly rare since she doesnt rly like the movies i like. She actually chose tenet for us to watch, and it took us two days bcs the first night we were juat too tired to make any sense of it sometime halfway through. I loved the way they filmed it especially, the reverse scenes were insanely good, especially the vault fight. The final battle scene, the way that building explodes? Mind blown. J'adore.

As for the story, if i dont think about the physics i avoid a headache tbh, but it was really cool, the way they tied in everything together. I refused to believe neill was dead bcs i am Just Like That, but sis clocked it immediately. I love the way it all ended uo being a circle, how it all had a beginning and an end but none of it was in the right order. I rly like the way they had to use masks bcs alveolae retain the air or what was it, that was a real nice touch. I also lowkey love the way kenneth brannagh keeps playing russian villains, and his shakespearean tendencies really come out in his monologues and his motivations. I especially love the way the whole movie feels muted, so it's not difficult to watch the action scenes because the colours are so dark, ans yet i did actually see everything, which is beef i have with modern stupid lighting in the movies. I kept teying to rmbr where i know the tall lady from, and then i rmbrd - the golden aliens in guardians of the galaxy. She feels and looks otherworldy, so it fits very nicely in the movie. Another thing i just remembered - the villains (i forgot his name, kenneth i guess) motivation being some men just want to watch the world burn, but more selfish, bcs if i dont have it nobody will is honestly very much how i think the world will end, as proven by megalomaniac billionaiers, may they all die extremely painfully.

anyways, i really liked it! i did think neil was max because it kind of fit on with the general theme of connecting all the dots full circle, thats a good theory in my opinion tho not necessarily true, and i do get that it may be uncomfortable for some people given the tension between him and protagonist (and how cool was the moment, im not a protagonist, im THE protagonist tho??) but i dont mind. time isnt linear :) and that somehow reminds me of doctor who and river and their storyline, so it just makes it endearing to me.

anyways, i have to rewatch it, deffs, if for nothing else then for personal staisfaction of catching onto little nuances i've deffs missed.

thank you for asking, ramble over!

#akira answers asks #lovely anons <3

[caspercuta]

𝙽𝚘, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝙼𝚛. 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an independent, private writing portrayal of tatum riley from the 1996 horror classic, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. directed by ashley. survival au based, with original meta written by me. please read my rules below the cut.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕.

i.⠀as stated above, this is an independent and private writing blog. what does that mean? i am not affiliated with any other blog (i.e., exclusive to any one portrayal) and i only interact with mutuals. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND: tatum is a character from a slasher movie. there will be horror content on this blog, particularly fictional depictions of death, blood, and body horror. other heavy subjects tackled on this blog include: misogyny, survivor’s guilt, and ptsd. while i won’t block any minors from following me, please keep in mind i am over the age of twenty-one. i will not be writing smut on this account.

ii.⠀please, please read the bio page i have written up for tatum. she is a canon divergent portrayal and my tatum does not die as she does in scream.  

iii.⠀if you’ve been in the scream rpc for a while, you may know me! i was @legacybait. my name is ashley, and it’s nice to be back. for those of you new to the fandom and/or don’t remember me, welcome anyway!

iv.⠀do not confront me on anon about any of my writing partners. if you’re concerned seeing a name i write with on your dash, come talk to me privately and we can talk. i do believe in deplatforming dangerous people in the community (p*dophiles, bullies). i read callouts that appear on my dash, but as someone that works night shifts, i’m not on for most of the day. there’s a lot that i miss going on in the rpc. i read callouts (as well as dnis) and take them into consideration, but that’s no guarantee i will or won’t follow someone. 

v.⠀i have an atrocious memory. if you softblock me and i refollow, and that makes you uncomfortable? i am sorry. tumblr, as we all know, is a glitchy website. people often remake as well, and sometimes i don’t find out until weeks later. i’m going to assume one of these two explanations happened first, so if you don’t want me following you? please, hardblock me.

vi.⠀this is the last, but most important rule: i have horrible anxiety. plotting ... often flops with me. i’m trying to work back my restrictive boundaries, but please bare with me. i am a friendly person, but ooc conversation also drains me, and i may not reply for a day or two for mental health related reasons. my inspiration also wanes and flows, and i admittedly blog hop. this blog is going to be graphicless, iconless, and extremely lowkey. i will be primarily interacting with friends and/or blogs i have followed before from previous accounts. please respect this, and please do not hound me for replies or spam me with messages when i take some time to respond to dms. tumblr dms are the best way to keep in contact with me, as i do not check my discord often.

thank you for reading all of this! if none of these rules have turned you away, you can find tatum’s stats and canon divergent biography (under construction) here and here.

#𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚃⠀. . .⠀ooc tag .

[tuiyla]

Is it weird that people saying Santana possibly had an eating disorder makes me uncomfortable due to Naya’s situation irl? I dont know why but I hate the hc

Not at all! I think that's perfectly valid. Especially because I see Santana having an ED treated as indisputable canon at times which it certainly is not.

What Glee had in canon was insensitive ~jokes~ at Naya's expense but they never actually bothered to do anything with it. Based on other instances of Glee handling ED, it's probably for the best.

Here's the thing, I think people can HC that all they want and there is a basis for it, but it's not weird at all to feel uncomfortable about that and prefer not to go with that headcanon. There are so many instances of the writers taking from the actors' real lives in an icky way. And like I say it's not actual in-text canon so you don't have to adopt it.

I see why it makes you uncomfortable. It feels gross that the writers made such stupid jokes and honestly, even as someone who could potentially see Santana struggling with disordered eating, I've seen interpretations of it that just make me uncomfortable, too. I lowkey dislike when people assume Santana having had an ED herself is the reason she clocked Marley; she's consistently shown to be extremely observant anyway.

I'm reminded of a similar Cory/Finn HC that makes me suuuper uncomfortable. I think the Santana ED one has a basis but because of the real-life circumstances and the lack of exploration on the show and honestly even if it wasn't for these factors you're well within your rights to ignore this and just distance yourself from the headcanon. Do what makes fandom a good experience for you, Anon.

#glee asks #santana asks #not at all anon it is a weird situation #anon #tw eating disorders #only a mention but still #santana ed