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#nature's shackles
cinnaminsvga · 2 months
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actual conversation i had with my dental hygienist
hygienist: so what did you study at university?
me: chemistry...
hygienist: damn, no wonder you look so sad!
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novantinuum · 4 months
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random post, but there's like... only a single point of SU canon that I outright ignore, and that's the tiny moment at the beginning of Monster Reunion where Steven somehow "mends" a plushie as their re-introduction to his healing powers.
i think this is very lame and personally ignore the idea that he can "mend" matter that isn't organic or gem in nature completely, because i just don't see how it makes sense. i would've far preferred him re-discovering his powers by healing a wilting flower or something
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dokutah-exe · 1 year
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decided to create a new department named "the bureau of divorced women" to aid the ever-growing amount of divorced operators that continue to join us
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paper-lilypie · 2 years
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Thinking about Loki and Mobius again
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journey-to-the-attic · 7 months
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Okay idea for the Dragon AU--
WHAT IF Diavolo is the king and Barbatos is his servant and Diavolo is secretley half-dragon on Sonnos side? And him trying to make peace with dragons is so he can reveal to his people that he's half-dragon and show they aren't bad
But at the point of the AU, people still hate them hence IK stumbling upon Mammon deep in the woods after being accused of being a witch
The reason I thought of this is because I think an AWESOME concept would be if Barbatos was a dragon that learned how to take on a human disguise and act like a human
But as a dragon he's like oroboros!!!! He's watched the rise and fall of both dragon and human kind over and over and over, essentially watching the world eat its own tail and unfortunately he's as much of a slave to it as everyone else, it's just that he's one of the only ones who realizes and actively remembers ALL of it
And he's hoping that Diavolo (with the power of this strange little human) might be able to break this cycle
Just an idea but my brain is firing at 100% right now
ohohohoooo this is GOOD
okok so imagine that diavolo's been (subtly) trying to make contact with the full-blood dragons, but barbatos knows this never works out - no matter how promising things start out, something always ends up going wrong, because there is a fundamental mistrust between both humans and dragons
so there's always a miscommunication that makes either side think they've been betrayed, or one side will be too tense and convinced they'll be attacked, so prematurely attack the dragons in retaliation; it always ends in either a mass-hunting of dragonkind, or destruction of the kingdom
but then this cycle is the first time ik shows up, and this important because ik explicitly trusts that her friends will NOT do anything to hurt her on purpose - the kind of unwavering faith that diavolo wants to establish between humans and dragons
of course, there's a bit of an obstacle in that ik is also mistrusted at this point - "of course the witch child would ally with those wicked dragons!" - i imagine there'd be moments where public opinion begins to change, e.g. when ik along with one of the brothers helps save a merchant being robbed by bandits
maybe they get on diavolo's radar for the first time because one of the nobles in his court (om mephistopheles perhaps) gets attacked by monsters while technically invading the dragons' territory, but the brothers save and then return him back to safety. to diavolo this is a MIRACLE, and he MUST meet this witch-child who's prompted the dragons to show compassion to humans immediately
(to put an ironic twist on this, maybe the reason ik's never appeared before now is because barbatos's attempts to set things on the right track in previous cycles always butterly-effected into her being killed prematurely; she only survives in this one because barbatos is standing back in the hope that diavolo would be able to break the cycle)
(he only figures this out upon going back over his memories from past cycles - since at the time the deaths were just part of the (what he thought was) inevitable collateral damage of his efforts)
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A Concept: Loki gets in a situation where his magic is bound or he’s facing someone with stronger magic than him or something and everyone expects him to just be screwed, but instead he simply starts drawing runes and reciting spells and proceeds to wreck their shit.
“I’m not the most powerful sorcerer in Asgard because my magic is the strongest, I’m the most powerful sorcerer in Asgard because I know how to use magic the best.”
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withinthebrain · 8 months
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Moon in Shackles
The moon glistened as it hung heavy in the night sky. It seemed to grasp the wisps of foreboding clouds to keep from falling below the horizon. Cloud after cloud danced around the moon, crowding closer and closer. Clouds encircled the glow of the moon choking out its light. Held in the sky by the chains of clouds, the moon peeked through the ominous grey shackles to peer at the world below.
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heraldofcrow · 2 years
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Last few seconds of Ebrietas’ theme:
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Last few seconds of Hail the Nightmare:
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kan-bu · 4 months
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feeling petty cause i cant be in denial about not needing glasses anymore :( im hit with the slightest fatigue and the world turns into a blurry unfocused halo of light
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awkward-dazai · 5 months
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IT HAS TAKEN ME FUCKING YEARS BUT IM FINALLY ABLE TO ACCESS THIS GODAWFUL ACCOUNT. i dont apologize for any inactivity and im surely not making a comeback, personally i’d like to forget this fucking blog ever existed. but im back nonetheless to give a life update or closing statement before i log out and finally live my life peacefully or smthn.
1. im not like this anymore. jesus christ. fortunately i’ve matured as a person now that i’m nearly 18 years old and i actually understand bungo stray dogs now.
2. nothing on here reflects who i am now. i fucking hate soukoku. i hate sskk. i hate bsd ships. i think a lot of the jokes on here were in poor taste and the whole schtick was character inaccurate… it was definitely fun at the time, but, alas, it is not that time anymore.
3. i have a new tumblr tjat u should probably go follow instead of this one if u ever want to see content from me. @nouveauxamoris 👍🏽
4. this has no relevance to anything else im just spreading my propaganda . chuuya nakahara is a trans woman . dazai osamu is a transmasc lesbian. dazai and chuuya have the exact same relationship dynamic as branch and his sleazy older brother from trolls. skk yaoi was never real and i no longer pretend like it was
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akuzeisms · 9 months
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So something I’ve been working on recently (prompted by Marnie a mutual who mentioned watching a playthrough as a great means to familiarize/re-familiarize with the series) is… an edited cinematic style playthrough of the trilogy. I’ve managed to pare things down in the playthrough to only the most majorly important aspects of the playthrough (i.e. skipping the majority of side quests), along with some reorganization of clips or clever use of clips to make things flow more like a movie format. While it’s by no means perfect, it’s a little more digestible than skipping through hours of gameplay.
Currently, I am still working on this as I am in the midst of a full playthrough of the trilogy. This version is only going to feature Kaidan’s romance path, though it will feature the events of the Virmire Savior Mod (allowing for both Ashley and Kaidan to be saved on Virmire, and subsequently be part of things in the remainder of the trilogy). Each “episode” is roughly movie length, averaging out at around 1 hour and 20 minutes per clip.
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possussy · 9 months
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I dislike the speed of the moon.
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idyllicbby · 1 year
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flatten hair ≠ “shrunken”natural hair ≠ stretched hair
all of these term mean different things. your stretched hair is not your “true length.” your true length should not required manipulation for it to be brought out.
an analogy to further explain would be your height when you are sitting down ≠ you height when you are standing upright ≠your height on your tip-toes. the doctors check your true height at your un-manipulated standing state
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novablisters · 3 months
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“oh btw you have to be this gender and it defines how people perceive you and how you have to act and also you have to play an emotional puzzle game full of pins and needles and knives to love in this specific way to be fulfilled and it has to be with this gender and they have to look a certain way or else you’re a moron with low standards and you have to dress this certain way and if you for some reason don’t have enough control to do this we will try to strip you of the inherent value you have by merit of being alive in the eyes of man and regardless you will have to do gymnastics to figure out how to survive in this complicated system we built that doesn’t care about you as anything more than a replaceable cog”
awesome! great! one question, can I as a living sentient being have my own feelings? two questions, actually, can I decide how I want to live? three. can I decide anything about who I am. why do I have to live by your rules. do I have freedom in any way that matters. do you even want me to. you will continue to try to stomp me out as if I am a pesky fire. will I burn you?
#started from gender dysphoria but the first sentence snowballed because it’s almost valentines day#and then#bashing my head against the wall#there’s million things I could tag this with but you know what I Don’t Fucking Care#I am built to LOVE I AM BUILT FOR JOY AND PLEASURE AND#NOBODY IS LISTENING EVERYONE IS PLAYING THE GAME I WANT OUT I WANT OUT OF IT I AM SHACKLED AND CHAINED BY THINGS NOBODY BATS AN EYE AT#I am so lonely in ways that nobody understands#the salmon are kissing and it sounds like the words of god#I just want to love#but the way I do is wrong#I cannot love myself because I am Wrong#but I do anyway#and I love you and I love bizarre campy shit and I love childish things and I love diversity and I love living and I love freedom#and I love art and I love life and I love subtle small things about nature and even human society#I love the complex and the nebulous and the indescribable and I love you formulaic and I love you pain and I love you light#and I love you darkness and I love you horror and I love you hope and I love you broken and shattered and Wrong#is it so selfish to want to be loved in return#to be loved for all that is both understood and impossible to understand about me#to be loved by someone who can also see the destructive force in car exhaust and fall in love with it#but also see the creek flow and fall to their knees because it is so beautiful that by chance we have water and therefore life#to be loved in a way so raw that to deem it romantic is to dumb it down#but nothing can ever be Truly understood#science is an endless game of desparately clinging to sense#as we write what we find only to discover something else completely is true#maybe we’re all the atom#model after model is drawn but we may never really know what and why and how#we try to draw it but it can never be so simple
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bitten-fruit · 4 months
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Simon forgets how strong he is
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18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words
just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!
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Simon forgets how to be gentle.
When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.
But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.
The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.
And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.
You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"
The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.
His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.
Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."
"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.
So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.
His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.
With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."
His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.
"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.
Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.
You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.
"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"
Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.
"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."
Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.
"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.
"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."
"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."
You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.
His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.
You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."
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mostlykind · 7 months
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the guy I was speaking to said he doesn’t think we’re compatible and I’ve never been happier lmao
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