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leedongwook · 2 years

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#an angel walking the earth ⭐

#HE IS SO BEAUTIUL THERE ARE NO WORDS #bible wichapas #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kinnporsche cast #haleysbible #haleyskinnporsche #haleysvegaspete

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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OMG hiiii!!! Could i have a Rocky x reader? ( i hope this isnt too much) But you know how he gets a ( very Bad) injury, on his head? What if reader would've been his s/o when that happened? Whould they panick, and how would they react when Rocky regains counciousness etc.? ( Fem or GN reader pretty please ?)

I love rocky sm

KISSES!! 💓💓

A/n: 👏👏, Yes. Poor Rocky 😩

It was supposed to be a simple, easy but then again it was never easy when it came to Rocky.

Blood....there was so much blood. You've never seen that much blood before. You could hardly register what Ivy was saying to you. "Rocky." You did your best to not panic, scream as you held onto him, as you held him close.

You didn't care if you were getting covered in his, you just wanted to stop the blood. "You're going to be okay...you're going to be okay." You didn't know who you were reassuring, yourself, the unconscious Rocky or Ivy.

Tears streaming down your cheeks you gave Ivy a smile as you held Rocky to your chest. "He's going to be fine."

Sitting by Rocky's side, you frowned as you rested your head on his chest. He still hadn't woken up yet but you were grateful for the woman saving him. You hated this. A bandage wrapped around his head, chest slowly rising and falling as he slept.

Hearing a groan, you watched as Rocky stirred in his sleep but soon he was stirring awake. His eyes opening when he spotted you, a toothy grin on his face. "Heeey beautiul."

His words were slurred as he did his best to sit up though you frantically sat up as you pushed him back down. "Don't move."

Laughing, Rocky laid himself down on the make shift bed as he gave you a bright smile. He might have been in pain but he still had love shinning in his eyes for you. "Hehe you look so pretty."

"Rocky...this isn't." Puffing out your cheeks you sighed lifting the blanket over his body only to place a small kiss to his cheek as his eyes slipped closed for a moment.

"I'm sorry for...worrying you."

Shaking your head you did your best to keep a smile on your face. "Just....just get better for me okay."

Taking another breath in, Rocky weakly nodded his head giving you a smile. "When I'm better...I'll take you dancing."

"I can't wait."

#drabbles #drabble #lackadaisy #rocky #rocky lackadaisy #rocky rickaby #rocky rickababy lackadaisy #lackadaisy rocky #lackadaisy rocky rickababy #rocky rickababy x you #rocky rickababy x reader #rocky x reader #rocky x you #rocky x y/n #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy x you #lackadaisy x y/n

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portal-geist · 1 year

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⊹𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊⊹

Hmm...? I recognise this title... Oh, oh no not my scripts! I must hurry! This is...

𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

It is such a rare occurrence for the neighborhood. You don't see much other than sunny skies and ocasional snow at the perfect seasons but... It seems that today is a rainy day.

It is not as if I mind however, Barnaby too. He just loves to play in the droplets, Frank sometimes observes snails whenever he's unoccupied.

Though, maybe some others will disagree.

Eddie shivers whenever he enters my home from the cold rain, delivering none-stop. Y7/N4 complains about the waters pouring into their circuits as well as Jullie who cannot play around outside due to the mud...

In my opinion, the pouring droplets and the wet grounds creating sounds of faint chimes are such to adore and motivates my inner narrative spirits.

My voice is who I am as I am the voice of the neighborhood.

With my brightly coloured unbrella in hand, I decided to use my eyes for once. It has been a while since I've went out like this.

The light breeze and the sound of rain echoed around the feilds as I stepped out, looking around the other buildings.

The small puddles collecting on Home's windows seemed to make it look as if crying. The floweres around it swayed as if comforting.

Though Home wasn't the one who was in need of help I'd say.

I may have forgot to mention a single neighbor who absolutely despises the rain due to their pride in beauty.

"You seem to be in a puddle of shame, neighbor."

I leaned over the small friend who was crouching down below the apple tree. Completely disgruntled but not wanting wanting to fade their charming act, they attempted to fix a smile on their face despite their eyes not listening.

Unlike myself of course.

"Ah, Narrator, of course... Please do not see me like this..."

Wally put a hand to hide his messed up appearance as I cast my umbrella over him.

"Oh, Wally Darling. It isn't very usual to ast in such a shy manner."

I smugly said.

"Narrator! This isn't a time for teasing! Where are your manners?"

"Apologies friend. I understand your pride and care in your appearance! How about I guide you back to home, hmm? Does that sound fruitful?"

I eyed the fresh, red apples above, proud of my word play.

Ah, well, of course I have a silver tongue, I am the narrator after all.

"...Thank you."

Brushing his clothes off, Wally stood, stepping underneath the unbrella I pulled close to avoid getting any wet.

The first thing I notice about his appearance was...

His necktie! Oh, dear the poor, beautiul necktie! It was such a prized possession of my dear friend!

"Oh my! We shall fix up that tie of yours as soon as we return! Allow me to lead, Mr.Wally Darling!"

I enthusiastically pointed straight, and began to march towards Home's direction, Mr. Darling following close.

I hummed along a familiar tune when walking, knowing very well it would sooth my friend nerves. It is very efficient with children espeacially! Such a useful and pretty talent I take care with.

Opposing the cold breeze, I felt a stare that burned my soul. It was intense, though I didn't dare question it. It will show eventually.

"May I ask you a question, Narrator?"

Wally asked, trying to tidy his hair.

"Hmm..? Of course. Go ahead little sir."

I replied with curiousity.

"Why do you... Always use my full name instead of just... Wally?"

"Why, do you not feel comfortable?"

"Ah, no, not at all! However... I do feel a sort of distance between us..."

Hmm... I thougt for a moment.

"Well, I simply just think your name is very pretty. 'Wally Darling'... Such a icon for such a star, how can I not enjoy it's charm?"

Wally's head perked up.

"It can be a head full but not a mouth full oh nonono... "

He tilted his head at my words, though I continued.

"In addition, I just cannot simply just call you Darling now, can I? Eh, well, if you desire so of course."

I chuckled at the faint blush on the neighbors cheeks as they widened their eyes slightly.

"Hah, ooooh I am only messing around now... Darling..."

I began to laugh joyfully at Wallys small reaction. What a rare sighting! The smug little man being the one to be smugged!

He grunted in confusion as the tinggling sensasion isn't what he is used to feeling, I whatched with amusement.

"Ahahah... Apologies for my mannerisms... Oh? What's Sally doing out on a raining day?"

Across the sidewalk, Sally Starlet was skipping around.

As I peaked at the peppy starligt who bean to twirl around outside, I felt a sudden pull on my clothes. Wally caught my attention as he pointed at the sky.

Following, I saw that the rain had died down, clouds clearing as the blue and open sky began to make its entrance.

"It seems that the rain quickly passed in a swift huh, neighbor?"

I raised a hand and followed the snail paced clouds.

"It sure did now, Neighbor..."

"Oh, look!"

That was when a colourful rainbow began to cast upon the colourful neighborhood. The neighbors came out of their homes to observe the pretty phenominon.

Barnaby tilted his hat, Jullie hopped over to Frank with excitment, Eddie stopped rushing to take a peak as Poppy cam out with a baskett of bbaked goods. Y7/N4 came out of the shop beside Howdy who was being circled around by Sally who kept on blabbering about the sight.

I felt another hand next to mine as if it was grabbing the rainbow.

It looked as if the hand was shooting a beam out o it's palm.

"Look, Narrator! My beam of love for you!"

Wally chirped with a smile.

I looked back at the small neighbor, startled for a moment before chuckling at his cheeky comment.

"Of course, and my hand to catch allll of the love!"

"What? None for me?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

It was Eddie and Poppy, them waving with glee at the two of us.

Wally was slightly startled as he attempted to fix his appearance.

"None for you~"

I replied with a hum, playfully acting greedy. Eddie played along also acting sad, Poppy giggling at the silly expression.

"Awh, well, how about some cookies?"

Wally gasped, grabbing Poppy's little goodiebag.

"Ah, my favourite! Here Narrator."

Wally shared a piece of the baked goods which I took with grattitude.

No one can resist Poppy's cooking, not even Wally's pride in looks.

Eddie looked at his wrist watch before making a shocked expression and began to hurry away.

"Oh no! I better get going! Make sure to leave some love for me next time!"

"Hah, will do!"

We waved off to Eddie as he clumsily rushed off. By the time he was gone, the rainbow had quickly vanished, leaving no trace of it behind.

I looked at Wally to then face Poppy.

"Thank you Ms. Poppy Partridge. I appreciate the delicious gift! I was just about to drop Wally off back at home."

I gestured to home that was next to us.

"Ah, I see. Have a good afternoon then you two. Make sure to stay healthy and grow!"

"I'm pretty sure my growing spurt had ended years ago..."

"Nonesense! There's a lot to grow in life! Isn't that right Wally?"

Poppy looked down at Wally as well as myself. He nodded innocently to the motherly bird and smirked in my direction. I chuckled once again.

"Well then. Ought to get going you two! Home's waiting."

As that, Poppy kindly waved off to go and meet the others.

I looked at Wally who was already facing me. I smiled as I close my open umbrella, shaking off the water droplets and potential mud.

I eyed the sky, the sun shinning a tune. A tune that showered light on me. My voice felt as if visible. Just like a mad man, I can see sound, I can hear colours.

My voice finally being my story.

My light.

"Narrator? Are you alright?"

Wally snapped me back to reality. I looked back down at the small neighbor and tried to recollect my surroundings. I smiled and sighed softly, shaking my head slightly.

"Apologies, let us head into home and get you tidy now, shall we?"

"Ah, you're willing to help me?"

"Of course! What's a friend who wouldn't?"

I posed with confidence, making sure that Wally understood that I'm willing to be a helping hand.

He gave me a smile with grattitude as home opened it's front doors.

I entered from behind Wally, making sure to be respectful of the house's property.

Making sure to look good on camera, to sound godly on air.

I am the voice, I am the sun's tune.

I can hear your glares, Wally Darling.

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"Why hello, Narrator. You are looking daring today!"

"Oh hello to you as well Narrator! You sure are one to talk hm?"

"They've been talking to themselves infront of the mirror for 1 and a half hours now."

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(A/N)

Hope you enjoyed!

I'm glad many of you seem to like it :]

I'm probably gonna switch between robot reader and Narrator reader depending on my mood.

If you want me to write more into their character please let me know! :D

I wrote this in a short amount of time so appologies for that...

I am planning on making like a small explanation post about them so yeah. Ideas are very much appreciated and please notify me if you want me to write a certain thing about these readers with certain neighbors :]

Thank y'all so much! Farewell!

#Welcome Home #wally darling #welcome home puppet show #wally darling x reader #Welcome home x you #Welcome home Wally Darling #Narrator reader #poppy partridge #eddie dear #Rainbows #portal geist #fanart #fanfic

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please-someone-give-me-love · 8 months

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One piece live action review #2

I have just watched the second episode and I have some thoughts about it.

1. The intro.

I fucking love the intro, it was so cool and so well made and original, I loved it.

2. Orange town and Buggy.

I would say this section divides into two more sections.

The good and the bad.

The good.

Buggy's actor. Gosh, he did an amazing performance, even amazing is short, it was gorgeous, incredible, beautiul performance, from far the best acting I've seen in all the anime live action, incredible.

Orange town and the circus. The theme was incredible, they created this spooky and creepy vibe, the fact that Buggy not only destroyeed the town but also hold hostage the people from it as a forced public forcing them to do whatever they want was easily the most fucked up scene in these two episodes.

Cinematography. Again, it's stunning and beautiful.

And my favorite thing in this episode. Luffy's flashback.

I am still feeling sensitive remembering about this scene. I just think they completely understand their characters and message, the way that even with some adaptations, almost every scene is the same but gosh the heart and pureness, I can feel the love from the creators and actors to One piece, it just feel so magical and exciting as their original counterparts.

And oh my- Shank's actor stole my heart, there was this scene when Luffy is talking about growing up becoming a pirate and stuff and Shhanks just looked at him with such a heartwarming look and my heart just melt and the scene with the sea monster gave me chills.

It was so fantastica well done, Luffy's child actor was so amazing, it's a pity that we won't be able to see him later if they decided to adapt more because he would be older but whatever, he deserved to have recognition.

3. The cgi.

Hell they did an stunning job with the cgi, everything look so good, the chop chop, the effect with Buggy's part, Luffy's rubber df, everything was great and amazing. So many kudos to the vfx, animators, etc who worked so hard.

Now the bad.

1. I am little confused with Zoro and Luffy's bond.

I liked their dynamic but I feel they kinda rushed their familiarity, in the original, Luffy and Zoro interacted more even before fighting captaiin Morgan and the way Luffy got to Zoro became part of his crew made us notice two things:

1. Zoro keeps his words.

2. Zoro knows exactly where he is going.

But obviously the live action had to made some changes to include everything and cut some things, which is fine, I was expecting a lower rythm to their bond since their beginning was more like stranger to stranger and there wasn't any indicator of Zoro accepting or becoming escentially closer to Luffy.

Sure Luffy frees him, which I thought that it could be an indicator of Zoro to feel bad for him and do the same but the way he spoke about Luffy seems he already developed the closeness and loyalty that we all know.

I just think I have to say this because I am not evaluating this as like:"Oh this didn't happen in the manga" but more like "This have to be lower in order to follow the logic of the live action".

2. Buggy.

Yeah, I loved Buggy so much and I praised him like an idiot for like hours but I do have to say it didn't feel so much Buggy, there was some moments that I feel like if I was watching some version of the Joker with the chop chop fruit than the pathetic and favorite clown we all know and love.

Just that, hopefully they don't mantain this joker vibe and developed the vibe we all know and love.

3. Shell's town.

Everything good, except that they igmored almost completely Shushu, I know it's a dog and it's a stupid thing to complain but Idk I just adored that dog sm.

4. Garp.

The same complain from the last review.

5. Morgan's situation.

Well this is actually a decisiton that I do think they did bad, I didn't like that Morgan have to be arrested by Garp at all, like in the whole thing of him describing justice and then arresting Morgan. I think Luffy defeating Morgan was more appropiate and smth they could still follow, not necessary Morgan still being the captain until Garp came and arrested him.

I understand bc the time they couldn't put a lot but that doesn't mean that some changes are not always completely free of criiticsm.

Conclusion.

Great episode, more emotional and more intereting, there's some things to complain but until now pretty good.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece live action #one piece netflix

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silenthillmutual · 2 years

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6, 13, 16, and 27 for the fic writer asks!

6. Without checking - which tags do you think you've used most?

oh the top two have gotta be

#Trans Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky #Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

probably a lot of #Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives / Nobody Dies, too. a lot of the stuff i wrote before getting into pathologic involved some variation on a universe in which characters weren't dead. i guess to some extent a large portion of fanfic is an alternate universe, but people don't seem to mind canon divergence as much as they do fully fleshed AUs.

13. Most productive year (stats - years -wordcount)?

2021! i wrote 255,854 words. or rather, that's how many words i published. gonna be tough to beat that, i think. i don't really intend to, either. it would be nice to write that much again, but i don't feel like pressuring myself to do so. i do this for fun, after all.

16. Ever had someone make fanart, edits, podfic to your fic?

actually, yes! there's a wonderful podfic of one of my shorter pathologic fics here! there's this beautiul piece of art for honey & venom and a great moodboard for my danganronpa fic eight, thirty-one.

a long time ago people used to sometimes make fanart for my mob psycho 100/silent hill au, but i don't think i've reblogged any of it to my main yet, nor do i know if any of the artists are still active. i feel a little sad that that fic is probably never going to be finished, but i had good memories with it.

i should probably make a blanket statement on my ao3 that my fics are open to fanart/edits/podfic etc but i sometimes get nervous :]

27. Favorite quote from one of your fics

aughhhh my agony....that is so hard when i have so many...

okay well. i was thinking about honey & venom because there are a few spots i'm particularly proud of, and i got this section:

But Peter’s already shaking his head. “It’s not about will, old boy. That’s why you don’t understand it.” He re-sorts the papers on his desk. Underneath, Artemy sees a picture of Grace, lovingly rendered, but unfinished. “Love won’t fix it. You think I haven’t loved before? You think I won’t love again?” They watch as Peter moves to the sink, listens to the sound of liquid draining out of the bottle. It’s a quiet, uncomfortable moment before Peter’s speaking again. “Thank you for bringing those by. But I won’t be needing the others.”

i did have a sort of....i dunno if you'd say sensitivity reader, but someone more knowledgeable and experienced than myself read over it and got the approval, so i'm fond of how it turned out.

ty for the asks!! :]

fanfic writer/reader asks

#harker.txt #go-go-devil #ominous fic talk

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doingitforbokuto · 3 years

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-> AONE TAKANOBU X READER

summary: Trying out new things can get a little overwhelming sometimes.

warnings: no pronouns are used for the reader but they have a strap on and a vagina, sub Aone, soft dom reader, pegging, riding, crying, overstimulation, praise

words: 1,628

Trying out new things was something you did more than you would have expected when you entered a relationship with your calm, soft boyfriend. He liked a routine, he liked things to be comforting and calm, warm an familiar. But when it came to your love life, he realised soon enough that new things made everything better. Whenever the two of you tried out something new, he was a mess within seconds, moaning and panting, though he tried to keep it down, it never worked.

It wasn‘t just him who enjoyed these moments. Having your big, beefy boyfriend moaning beneath your touch was a whole different kind of pleasure, the kind that gets you addicted almost immidiately. And it was the same for him. Whether it was him being at your mercy or him being able to make you come undone, both had him wanting more. So the two of you tried out new things often enough, making sure both of you were having fun.

Today, it was Aone who was being taken care of. Slowly, you ran your hands over his torso, making sure to let him know you were there. His eyes were screwed shut in both pleasure and pain, his thighs trembling with the effort of keeping himself up. Slowly, very slowly, he lowered himself onto your lap a little more, his hole streched over your strap on.

The whimper he let out caught your attention, making your look up at him. You knew that he was beautiul, but with the way he was situated above you you got a whole new picture of him. Lips parted, eyes closed, face scrunched up, a blush contrasting his pale skin. There was a blush all over his body, wherever your hands touched he was warm, his breath fanned across your face with how he was panting. He was so pretty. Looked so good when he was pleasureing himself.

“That‘s a good boy.“ You let your hand rest on the nape of his neck, fingers brushing through his disheveled, sweaty hair. “Does that feel good?“

Aone couldn‘t bring himself to open his eyes, nodding instead, pressing his lips together to prevent another pathetic whimper from escaping him. He should know better than that by now.

“You know that I wanna hear you, pretty boy.“

There was no holding back this time, a gutteral groan escaping him at the pet name he loved the most, burying his face in your neck this time, trying to at least hide his face from you, too embarassed to look at you. Still, his body gave away the affect you had on him, his hips grinding down desperately, trying to overcome the pain and finally seat your silicone cock inside of him, trying to take it all in. The way that he was so depserate, so needy, finally letting go and giving into the pleasure of being filled up by you made slick drip from your folds. It was you who made him feel this good, this desperate. It was you who helped him finally let loose. And it was also you who had to take care of him. You were the one he trusted with his own pleasure, his own body.

“Baby, baby,“ you smoothed down his hair, a hand gripping his hips to help him slow down. “You gotta slow down. You‘re gonna hurt yourself.“

He let out a desperate sound, pressing his nose further into the joint between your neck and shoulder. You could feel the tension in his muscles, he effort it took for him not to just let his body fall down onto the last bit of your cock. Instead, he let you guide him, slow, even motions helping his hole swallow your strap on bit by bit until his hips finally met its base.

The sound he let out was nothing but pure happiness, his muscles releasing all their tension, his torso sacking foward, letting you catch him as he revelled in the way it felt to sit on a cock. His own was now sandwiched between the two of you, letting you feel every excited pulse that cursed through it, the head slapping against your own torso.

Aone however paid no mind to it, instead grinding his hips down more and more, trying to get more friction, trying to get filled up even more. You knew how sensitive he was, how receptive he had always been to new sensations. It wouldn‘t take a lot to make him cum from this.

“That feels good, right?“ Knowing you wouldn‘t get an answer anyway you took it into your own hands to show him how good it really felt, pressing your hips up, filling him even more. The moan he let out was answer enough.

“I know baby, I know.“ Brushing down his hair you set a slow but deep rhythm, rocking him back and forth on your dick, your hips pressing into him harshly every time, giving him just the amount of friction you knew he liked. He just let you control him, letting you rut into him, taking evrything your gave him. His whimpers, moans, groans came relentlessly, filling up the whole room.

“You‘re doing so well.“ His cock jumped harshly between your bodies. “Sounding so nice for me. Being such a good boy.“

Never letting your pace falter you pressed a kiss to his hair. He was close, you could tell by how his moans got louder, how his muscles tensed up, how his face pressed even more into you. Reaching between you two, you wrapped a hand around his hard, neglected cock, the tip crying precum. Aone was sure he almost passed out. The pleasure that cursed through his body was heavenly, white and hot, pure ecstacy cursing through his veins before he returned to you, his vision blurry with pleasured tears.

But you didn‘t stop. Your hips had stilled, but your hand was still moving, paying extra attention to his angry, red tip.

“Good boy,“ you praised, pressing another kiss to his head. “Came so nicely for me. Did it feel good?“

Your boy whimpered into your neck, nodding as a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, the burning between his legs hurting, yet an underlying pleasure starting to spread.

“But that-“ you gave a harsh tug this time “- that hurts, hm? Want me to stop?“

He gave another nod, clutching your arms as you resumed to gently stroking his softening dick. You could feel his face heating up, you knew how embarrassed he was. Every time you tried something new he came fast and he came hard, all of the new sensations simply too much for him to handle. But no matter how embarrassed he was, you always loved it. You loved seeing, feeling, hearing him getting lost in his pleasure, loved knowing that you were the source of this pleasure. You didn’t want him to feel bad for something that made both of you feel so good.

“What‘s your colour, baby? Green?“ You whispered into his hair, kissing his scalp when he gave you a weak nod.

“Good boy. You‘re doing so great baby. Even came for me already. Such a good boy for me.“

Aone whimpered yet again, wishing he could stop sounding so pathetic. A tear slipped down his nose, wetting your neck where his face was buried. The hand you had placed in his neck anchored him, feeling the way your fingers combed through his hair distracting him from the shame inside of him.

You knew how he felt. More than once had he expressed his concerns to you, the fear of not lasting long enough to satisfy you. No matter how many times you told him that you didn‘t mind, that you actually enjoyed it, he just could not get these thoughts out of his head. Maybe he needed to hear it frm someone else then.

“C‘mon baby, say it. Tell me what a good boy you‘re being for me.“

He didn‘t even know how to react. The words get stuck in his throat, though what words he didn‘t even know. Did he agree with you? Did he want to object? Trying to scramble away from your hand he looked for a break from the burning between his legs, needing to focus. He hadcto focus. He had no idea what to say. But you didn’t let him. You wouldn’t give him the opportunity to focus on his negative thoughts again. All his attention should be on the task you gave him, on the fact that he was good, so good for you.

“It‘s okay.“ You kissed him again. “You can say it. It’s true.“ You voice was calm but left no room for argument.

As he still didn‘t respond, still trying to scramble away from you though he knew you wouldn‘t let him without the use of his safeword, you chose to catch his attention otherwise.

“I won‘t stop until you say it.“ Just another harsh tug was all it took for him to lose the last bit of composure he still had.

“I‘m a good boy!“ echoed through the room, way louder than you ever expected.

Immidiately your hand left his crotch, rubbing his back instead as he finally let his muscles relax, putting his whole weight on you. He was heavy but you didn’t mind one bit. All you focused on was making sure he was okay, brushing back his hair, littering him with kisses and praise. He was the best boy you could have ever wished for and soon, he would have heard himself say it often enough to believe it, too.

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junnibook · 3 years

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•~Ayato Sakamaki nsfw Alphabet ~•

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If he really likes you than he’ll cuddle you, he might even kiss the bite marks he 100 percent left behind. but don’t expect too much because he’s still the arrogant male he always was.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves, everything about himself. he believes his body is the best out of his brothers. on his s/o it’s her boobs, big more small he loves them, pillows to him, he mostly bites near them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ngl, he’ll probably be the type to want to paint his s/o with his cum, making them wear it ever so proudly. you should be proud to have his pain on you .. he is yours truly what he gives you , you take it with pride. or something like that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i feel like his dirty secret would be pool sex. public or not he would want to fuck you in the pool. hope you can swim if you hold on tight to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

yeah with past brides that are long gone now, not actually , you can find them in a random hall , displayed like art.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

maybe something simple , like missionary. why do all these different position when you can have him multiple times in that one. i can see him in a certain doggy style when he makes you do the work but is till in control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’ll probably make small jokes , on how you said you could take him but , seem to be struggling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

“why would i shave there? “ its not like he has a lot of hair, so it’s not a big problem to him. unless you do it your self , he won’t shave that bad boy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

just a little. he would want to have slow sex if isn’t feeling too good and you wanna make him feel better even if it’s just with your body , he won’t turn it down.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

nah, he won’t need too because he can get you to help with his problem. if your not with him or if you aren’t as close with him, he’ll get a girl from his school to do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

his kinks are lowkey kinda dark ngl. he like to force people into submission , gets a kick if their bratty and don’t usually be sub. loves biting them too duh, he likes when the scratch his back trying to take him. loves that. noncon.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere he simply pleases. he doesn’t care if someone watches him, he’ll say either put on a good show for them, or show them that you belong to me and only me. something in between.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when his s/o is being needy or just simply standing around. he can smell your blood that usually get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

um child anyways so... he isn’t a sub , he very much likes to be in control. so do not make him a sub because you fighting a pointless battle cause once he pins your down it’s over from there.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

absolutely loves when you suck him, can not put into words how much he loves to throat fuck you, seriously.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he keeps it fast and rough, loves rough sex more than that slow loving sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yes, he’ll pull you into a empty classroom and just fuck you, it’s so random honestly it the most random thing ever, you could just be walking , blink than be in a empty classroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

risk is 50/50 with him, he wouldn’t care if his brothers seen you both fucking but, if someone else sees than, he’ll get annoyed at how they could be watching you and pretend their fucking you and not him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

um.... he’s a vampire , i’m pretty sure that he can and will last a long time for multiple rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

why would you need any toys. yours truly is just enough for you. all you will ever need.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HE’S THE BIGGEST TEASE IN THE WHOLE BLOODLINE and you can’t tell me other wise

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

soft moans and groans maybe a few swears but nothing too loud. for you, he’ll make you scream your begs. he’s a fan of any and all kinds of screaming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he might share you with liato and kanato, he has to be the one mainly fucking you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

EVERY SAKAMAKI IS PACKING AND YES EVERYONE OF THEM HAVE A BEAUTIUL DICK JUST DIFFERENT COLOR “AFROS”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

all the time , like it’s always on his little vampire mind. he is always thinking about, bending you over and fucking you, even if your just sitting there , reading he can’t help but think about gripping your little neck , making you stare up at him while he pounds into you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t really need any sleep.

#anime none ask #Diabolik Lovers #Diabolik brothers #ayato sakamaki #none ask #as box is open

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lineffability · 5 years

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Epilogue To A Love Song

good omens // ineffable husbands This is a sort-of-kinda continuation/epilogue to THIS wonderful series by @qrdrws where they illustrated T. S. Eliot’s “The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock” with beautiul soul-wrenching ineffable husbands art. So, this is also inspired by an Eliot poem, & and tries to keep OP’s tone. I hope it does your wonderful art & story justice!!

(It can be read as a standalone also.)

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time

They often went for walks, lately. Walks that took them through much-trodden village streets and familiar little alleys and along footpaths that had not been worn when they had arrived here, but were worn now, and the children who had helped create them no longer had time to play; they were so busy growing up. Walks that took them down to the beach and across meadows, and away.

Life was good, here in the South Downs, but life was good elsewhere.

People remarked, sometimes, how resilient they were against time and how it became them, and they smiled and walked away, and the people would forget they had noticed anything. It was only reality, after all. Still, they felt it was time to move on--not for pretenses, but for themselves. They had not talked about it, but they knew each other well enough without words. They had been nice years, years sitting side by side by the fireplace and years marvelling at hermit crabs down by the shore.

Almost touching, but never quite. And throughout these years, the ache in Aziraphale had grown and expanded, the ache that had become more unbearable every single day after The End Of The World that had not been the end of the world. Ever since The Possibility had become so very possible. Oh, he had known he loved Crowley long before, and he had loved him even longer still (so much longer), but he had been resigned, in a beautiful, bittersweet way, to forever love him like the moon loves the earth: in waves and phases. Several times, in the last years, he had almost let the flood overpower the tide, had almost reached out to bridge that narrow, fragile gap between them. Almost. He had not yet dared.

They were walking towards an orchard: a tall, angular man and a soft, round one, the world behind and apples before them. Aziraphale’s eyes darted up to the the sky, for a brief moment, then lingered on Crowley, who returned his gaze.

“So, how much longer?”

“I don’t know.”

Aziraphale was not sure about the nature of his question, but perhaps, he thought, Crowley wasn’t sure either. The answer, however, was true regardless.

They arrived at a brittle, overgrown gate, belonging to a wooden, dilapidated fence, which surrounded the orchard. They walked through it.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning;

“Apple?”

Crowley held out an apple, red and shiny, and his eyes were shiny too. (He’d gotten used to slipping his sunglasses into his pockets, when they were alone.) Aziraphale regarded those eyes, and then the apple. He took it. Then he reached up to pluck his own, a paler one, and handed it to the demon. With a grin, Crowley bit into his apple, and Aziraphale smiled, wrinkles around his eyes, before following suit. They were free, like that. It had been easy to get used to it. It had been a new beginning, but in the end, it hadn’t been too different from the First. Not in a bad way.

Somewhere, in that orchard, they could hear the laughter of children, who were sitting on tree branches and biting into their fresh bounty and having no other care in the world. Not too far off; Aziraphale knew that if he turned around, he’d be able to make out their silhouettes between the trees. Alas, he did not.

“Crowley,” he started, hesitant. Something had been on his mind. Well, everything had been on his mind, that was his nature, but this particular thought had turned to a worry he almost did not dare voice into a question. “Where will you go, after... ?” He motioned around him. After this. After this little life; one of so many lives they had lived. After us?

Crowley stopped. Everything about him stopped, and he stared, unblinking, into Aziraphale’s eyes. “Where…?” Crowley took a step towards him, forgetting about the apple in his hand so much that it vanished right out of existence. “Where will I go?”

Helpless, Aziraphale held his gaze. This was what they did, was it not? Go their separate ways, which somehow, sooner or later, but always without fail, ended up being their shared ways--before forking once again. An eternal ebb and flow, threading and unthreading. Waves, and phases.

“I-- Crowley.”

But they had never been together like this. It had been new. Aziraphale couldn’t deny it, and, more importantly, he didn’t want it to end. Well--he didn’t particularly mind it ending, as long as they would begin again together. That was what he truly wanted. He licked his lips. But could he? God knew, he’d always been a coward.

But not when it mattered. And this mattered.

It had taken him a little while to come around. What were a few years against eternity? These last years they had spent together had passed in the blink of an eye, but for a while they had felt infinite. For so long, it had been enough to touch almost. He wanted to hold on, this time. And Crowley was close enough to hold on to. He just had to reach out.

“Will we-- I mean, we could-- maybe, well, we--”

“Angel, for Heaven’s sake.” Crowley said. He said nothing more.

And the river broke the dam, and the water spilled into the sea, and drowned everything else.

At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

Drowning does not happen fast. Slowly, ever so slowly, they bridged the gap and went under. Slowly, they moved closer. They didn’t notice the children, curious, and they forgot about the trees and the apples: they were no longer a temptation. They had been tempted by something else. They closed the gap.

Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

When their lips touched, it was sweet. It tasted of apple: of knowledge of eternity, of the passing of time, of the true nature of all things. It was simple. Simpler than Right or Wrong, than Now and Always. It was Right, Now.

And She saw that it was Good.

It was love.

And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #a/c #my writing #inefficable #my omens #cheesy as fuck??? yea h #sometimes u gotta #eat the cheese #let it nourish you

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VOLUME 7

Remele’s route was pretty cool, with the writer-cosplayer-artist stuff and of course the beautiul drawings and design <3

Konyyl was a funny game. Her strong personality -also cute- and the black insinuation with Skylla was great. I like trolls cross routes with others.

VOLUME 8

Tyzias? I did not expect too much and WOW. I feel a real conextion with her. Also the final, so cute and sad with her sleeping in the moonlight. That reminded me that they are still children trying to survive. And all her ideas about real justice returns me at the moment when Doc Scratch tells us the story of the revelion. And then she start talking about the Ancestors. My hype rises.

About Chixie, i don’t like her a lot. I mean, she is ok, like the shy unshure of herself that follow her dreams? but nothing more beyond that. All the trolls so far have interesting attitudes that break with their own stereotypes or cliches. But Chixie was predictible. The only thing interesting is her rap skills i guess. The worst part is that her sign is my sign too, so I really wanted to meet her :/

IMPORTANT STUFF

1) My character follows their life outside each volume. They already has a hiding place, keeps learning about the Alternian culture and possibly meeting with their friendsthrough the phone that Konyyl gave them. In addition to that, they are already beginning to doubt who to be friends with and who not. They aren’t so desperate and thinks things better. That’s great. It makes the story move forward and doesn’t become repetitive.

2) The troll after Chixie’s rap battle . . was Dammek, right? Lowblood, sunglasses, music and revelion~ I’m just saying.

VOLUME 9

About Zebede, I think is cute. His design is the cutest of all Friendsim. And his personality is realistic and funny. He control the bees~

VOLUME 10

I thought the anime fan of Friendsim was going to be Tegiri.

Before playing I saw Azdaja as a badass, serious, of few words and very rational but apparently he is another super-powerful psionic, a little presumptuous and quite nerd. I love his design and drawings. I ship him with Konyyl, but it seems like there is some quadrant vacilation…

I imagined to Chahut like someone who speak little and very slowly but I was surprised at how calm and pleasant she is, keeping a threatening appearance. Besides pretty tender in the good ending.

VOLUMEN 11

Mallek is awesome, so chill and kind. His drawings are beautiful too.

And Lynera, I empathize a lot with her. When she said she want to be all Bronya needs, reminds me Karkat.How he want Terezi in all quadrants. Same about the drawings and expressions <3

VOLUMEN 12

I think Galekh is awesome and cute. He looks so different in the image of the troll call, that I expected something else. I think he will was going to be unbearable and conceited but no. Aaand . . will talk about that kismesis in another post later 7u7

I think Tirona was going to be arrogant and spoiled like Darla from "cats do not dance", but is just a poor little girl trying to survive (Tyzias was right in that). When Tirona made me choose between Tagora, Tegiri and Tyzias I almost turned off the game. Teals are my children. I would never sell to anyone.

#friendsim #hiveswap #lynera #zebede #chahut #konyyl #remele #azdaja #galekh #tirona #tyzias

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patkiloran · 5 years

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HEADRUSH BY MILKK

(with my commentary as i go on listening to the album)

90S BABY

- okay the beginning is very milkk-ey - man i already love this album - i dont udnerstan anything hes saying - these lyrics are so good its like, every single line is neccessary - those backing vo c al s!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - i dont really know what to say,,, yeah me too oh my god - THAT WAS IT oh my thats such a good album opener

UNSAID - the transition from 90s baby!!!!!!!! - man pat is such a great producer he should go and produce like, ariana grande (to make her music better) - pat kiloran saying “chicks” is my kink - his voice??? in the “something should be , leftunsaid” ???? I LOVE - what i love about milkk is that you listen to a song and you just know its them because the production has so many signature elements

HERE IN MY HEAD - ok i havent listened to this yet but i feel like this is going to be an introverted anthem something like how soon is now by the smiths - this is too relatable ugh i hate it and love it at the same time - agoraphobia oh man pat i feel you - i love the groovy guitar riff its so chill but very punchy at the same time - ??? there was like a second of complete silence wtf

THINKING BOUT U - ahhhhh i obviously already know this song but i love it so muchhh - ALL MY WORDS JUST GET IN THE WAY UWU UWU UWU IVE BEEN THINKING BOUT U BABY - im bopping so hard rn i love this song - *snapping my fingers to the beat*

HONEST - i want to die to pat whisper-singing - the two founds at 0:37 sound so nice?? idk why but they do - oh my and the mines and- - this is such a great chill song, like you put it on and just lay in your bed ugh i need the cd - it doesnt even feel 4 and a half minutes long jesus

UP ON US - okay this was a single too but i dont know it that well - it sounds like a charlie puth song and i was OBSESSED with charlie puth in 2016 so i guess thats good? - THE GROOOOOOVE IN THE CHORUS UGH sometimes i really love being a bassist - idk if is counts as a falsetto but the chorus oh man i lo v e - also the backing vocals!!!!!!!!

THE GARDEN (I’LL BE ALRIGHT) - woo they put two singles in a row - the “i should’ve been an accountant” always makes me want to cry - everytime i hear “the garden” in the song im like YESYES THATS THE TITLE HE SAID THE TITLE even tho ive heard it probably 20 times by now lmao - milkk please collab with joji MEAN TO YOU - OH MY GOD THE RIFF!!!!! THE RIFF SOUNDS SO AWESOME AND SO ORGANIC - the riff is probably not that quality but its unexpected from milkk sksksk - this is probably the punkiest milkk will ever go so im E N J O Y I N G (sorry, the swmrs album also came out today lmao) - YES IM BOPPING MY HEAD - another second of random silence ??? - ooooh the random distortion at the end i s t a n

STUPID - okay yeah another single (that i love with my whole heart) - pat calling himself dumb is a mood - his voice is so soothing ugh im not saying pat kiloran should do asmr but pat kiloran should do asmr - im tapping my feet and snapping my fingers at the same time ‘tis the power of milkk

HEADRUSH - Title Song™ - okay not to be depressing again but the robot voice is exactly how i imagine oppy talking - DID SHE SAY “WELCOME TO OUR HEADRUSH” - i dont really know what to say intensifies - *insert a clip of me saying pat kiloran is a great producer* - “you dont even know who i am” oh my god thats true i really dont - that bass drop oofh

I THOUGHT I LOST YOU - AN ACOUSTIC SONG AKSJDSHDFSHJ I WASNT EXPECTING THIS AAAA - THIS IS SO BEAUTIUL OH MY GOD I AM CRYING!!! AND IM NOT EVEN A PERSON THAT CRIES OFTEN OH MY G OD - THIS IS SUCH A HEARTBREAKING SONG BUT IN A GOOD WAY - can i claim this song - THE FALSETTOS - okay im claiming this song - THIS SOUNDS LIKE ITS A CAMPFIRE SETTING - @ milkk please perform at our campfire on school trips - can my parents please stop blasting adele i need to appreciate this beauty - its so soft and gentle but at the same time so powerful

ANNALISE - damn, 6 minutes - “i think i met you on a monday, what were you wearing?” is such an adhd mood lmao i remember such dumb stuff and dates and names but my visual memory is so horrible - this is such a beautiful song too oh my god and the lyrics - i feel like time has stopped while listening to this song - how did they do that - not many bands can do this to me oh my god - the instrumental sounds sometimes like the beginning to lazarus by david bowie ugh why am i crying again - god so. so that was it. the debut full-length album by milkk. headrush. and i have no words. i love this record so so much, it makes me feel at peace but want to dance at the same time and i think that’s perfect. also i’m so proud of the boys? like i bet you, one day they’re going to become so huge, selling out big arenas and appearing on international charts. and i can say i’ve been here since basically day one

#milkk #milkk band #headrush #pat kiloran #jack vondrachek #john ogelby #oat kilogram #yeehaw milkk #indie #music #indie music #uwu

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allthatcold · 6 years

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TIMECANARYY RATES BLACK PANTHEEER

Hello people, my dear people! So I saw Black Panther yesterday and you know what comes after seeing a movie - TIMECANARYY RATES! Yes people, I've seen Black Panther after 4 months from where it was released. Am I a true Marvel fan, that has seen all the movies when they were released? Probably not. But do I still consider myself a Marvel fan? Hell yes. (But I also haven't seen Ant-Man. Oops - but I'm probably watching it today so stay tuned)

Shall we begin?

- the sand (or what are those) models of the cars (hope you know what i mean)

- ,,No need Okoye, I can handle this alone.''Okoye: ,,Hm.'' *if you think so*

- ,,Don't freeze.'',,I never freeze.'' later *freezes*

- Okoye saving T'Challa's ass even though HE CAN HANDLE THIS ALONE

- Ok but Queen Mother is literally SO BEAUTIUL AND WITH WHITE HAIR *dies*

- ,,Did he freeze?'',,Like an antelope in the headlights.''

- obviously this moment

- the weird dancing while T'Challa's powers are taken

- ,,Is there anyone else, who wishes to challenge for the trone?'' Shuri *lifts her hand* Whole Wakanda *gasps* ,,This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?'' Whole Wakanda *facepalm*

- meanwhile in London → the museum lady ,,I beg your pardon?''

- i don't really remember the correct order

- SHURI'S WHITE DRESS IS SO BEAUUUTIFUL

- ,,The real question is WHAT ARE THOOOSE?''

- ,,They're completely soundabsorvent. Guess what I call them. SNEAKERS. Because you ... Never mind.''

- ,,Hey, people are shooting at me. Wait let me put on my helmet.''

- ,,You're recording.'',,For research purposes.'' *T'Challa gets knocked down* ,,DELETE THAT FOOTAGE!''

- THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OKOYE IN RED DRESS (with a wig she hates)

- *T'Challa and Nakia casually flirting* ,, Can we please focus? Thank you.''

- EVERETTTTT ROSSSSS PEOPLE !!!

- ,,Quite the entourage, do you have a mixtape coming up?' ',,Actually yeah there is, I'll send you the Soundcloud.'' ,,Do you have the link?'' ,,Please, don't make me listen to your music.''

- I have only one question and maybe I just didn't get it but → why is Everett Ross, a CIA Agent buying Vibranium? What for?

- Okoye so done with the wig, basically throwing it at the man

- *Klause blasts the safe and money is falling everywhere* ,,I made it rain.'' ,,Did you see it.'' ,,Amazing.''

- the car chase

- ,,Guns...so primitive.''

- ,,Put on some music, this isn't a funeral.''

- *Shuri runs over somebody* ,,What was that?'',,Don't worry about it, you're doing fine!''

- Okoye casually surfing on a metal car piece

- *after Klaue has been catched* ,,Hello. I can. I can see you!''

- ,,What do you actually know about Wakanda?'',,Um... Shepherds. Textiles. Cool outfits.

- ,,Does she speak English?'',,When she wants to.''

- the heroic Everett jumping in front of Nakia to save her life, then gets shot

- ,,I will not abandon someone to die, when I have the means to save his life.''

- ,,He saved my life!'',,That was his decision.''

- ,,Great! Another broken white boy for us to fix.''

- ,,Don't scare me like that, Colonizer!'',,Alright, where am I? Is this Wakanda?'',,No, it's Kansas.''

- was after that the fight? probably

- ASK ME WHO I AM!!!

- *Killmongers throws T'Challa off the cliff* ,,Is this your king?''

- ,,I am loyal to the throne, no matter who sits on it.''

- EVERETT WITH A BLANKET LOOKS LIKE A PRECIOUS KITTEN

- ,,YOU CANNOT TALK! One more word and I will feed you to my children! *Everett gulps* ,,Just kidding, we are vegetarians.'' *laughs 2 hours at his own joke*

- T'Challa *frozen (I never freeze. Suuuure)*

- Okay but why is nobody talking about how M'Back and Everett turn around to not look at the ritual *coughs* respect

- ,,You know, I could use an army as well.'' ,,I bet you could.'' ,,But no.''

M'Baku:

- shit I really don't know what was after

- ,,As you can see, I'm not dead''

- EVERETT PILOTING THE SHIP BUT THEN ,,The lab is under attack.'' ,,Ross, you have to get out of there, now!'' ,,How long have I got?'' ,,The glass integrity is at 50%.'' ,,Put me back in.''

me: not again

- THE FIGHT, THE BADASS WOMEN

- when the rhino licked Okoye's face

- ,,Would you kill me, my love?'' ,,For Wakanda? WITHOUT QUESTION.''

- THIS!!! (was supposed to be a gif, but you know)

- Okoye basically saying fuck this shit you're not my king to Erik

- Killmonger takes Dora Milaje hostage ,,Wakanda Forever.'' *throat sliced*

- I'm basically now gonna jump to the end

- T'Challa taking Killmonger to the sunset

- ,,Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors who jumped from ships, 'cause they knew death was better than bondage.'' *dramatically dies*

- California → ,,When you said, you would take me to California for the first time... I thought you meant Coachella... or Disneyland.''

- IT'S LIKE A BUGATTI SPACESHIP

OVERALL RATING: 9,5/10

I also wanted to ask you guys, whether you like these reviews with pictures and gifs more, than the ones just with the text - soo let me know

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thuanwrites · 5 years

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Passion of the Liger - Ch 7 - Starcrossed Lovers

Anton stopped. Standing before him on the path leading away from his house was a dark figure. The moon was still being shrouded by clouds and he couldn’t make out who it was. He was about to say something when finally the clouds cleared and the moon came out, illuminating the stranger’s face. Anton had been carrying a bucket and a fishing net attached to a long pole; the bucket slipped out of his hands and dropped to the ground. “Maruska!” he said. “Indeed,” said Maruska, “It has been a long time, Anton.” “What are you doing here?” said Anton. “Is it not obvious?” she said, “I came here to find you.” “How did you find me?” “I have ways and means,” said Maruska, “But now it is my turn to ask the questions. What are you doing here?” “I’m going to do some night fishing with my son,” said Anton, “We’re going to catch garfish.” “No, I mean what are you doing living out here, in such a remote corner of the realm. Your family doesn’t even know where you live. It’s almost as if you are hiding from someone.” Anton did not reply. “It’s good to see you again, Anton,” said Maruska. “Likewise,” said Anton. Maruska looked up at the sky, and then chuckled, “What a coincidence, now it comes out.” Anton looked up. The sheet of cloud had moved further to the east, revealing some glittering stars twinkling quietly in the night. When he saw the stars, a memory came back to him; and along with it, many other memories. “That constellation,” said Maruska, “Remember you named it after me?” “Maruska the Beautiful,” said Anton. He remembered how beautiful she was. And always laughing and having fun. She was still so beautiul, but now she seemed a sadder person. “You should go now, Maruska,” said Anton, “Just forget about me and forget I ever existed.” Maruska returned her gaze to Anton and said, “Oh I intend to forget you. But first I need you to answer me one question. That day we went hunting for Dahrion’s Tear, when we got attacked by that Ooberlesk.” “Is that what they are called?” said Anton. “Yes,” said Maruska, “I blacked out afterwards. When I woke up, I was at the King’s castle. Joyce had healed me. And you were gone. Bastion told me that some soldiers had found me unconscious in a forest, my body just left there. They brought me back to the King and he asked Joyce to save me. I want to know… did you really leave me in a forest? Did you think I was doomed and then left me there?” All was quiet. It was like the entire night wished to hear Anton’s reply, to hear the words Maruska had been waiting to hear for twenty-five years. “Yes,” said Anton, “It is just as Bastion said.” He spoke no more. Maruska was quiet. Anton had already cut out her heart by avoiding her for all this time, but now she felt a fresh wound; another stab in the hole where her heart used to be. A tear trickled down her face. Just one, down her right cheek. She wiped it quickly with the back of her sleeve, and along with it, she wiped away any love or sympathy she had been harbouring for Anton. She reached into her robes and brought out the glowing pink-purple orb. Yes, she thought, This is the right thing to do. Anton looked at the sinister-looking object in Maruska’s hand and became wary. “What is that?” said Anton. “This,” said Maruska, “Is your punishment.”

#writing #novel #adventure #fantasy #anton #maruska #ch 7 #chapter 7

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horsefreckledgirl · 6 years

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Marriage is a wonderful institution...

Living centuries of years, falling in love over and over again, giving all you have, but still your partner goes away because he/she thinks that you're not enough, or you are too much. You are a warlock. You are a downworlder. You are immortal.

Then Camille comes and you think that finally you found the one. But she does nothing but treat you awfully, and afraid of going back to that loneliness you want to stay, until you say 'enough'.

Years pass, you have walls around your heart, haven't open your heart up... until a peculiar nephilim cross your path, and at the beggining is just attraction. Then you realice that he has such an open heart, something that it's rare among Shadowhunters.

And you realice too, 'cause you see it in his eyes, that he feels the same, he sees you differently, he treats you differently, but he is also in a bubble made of insecures, high expectations, fear, disappointments, broken dreams.

And it breaks your heart, 'cause you know how does it feel to be like that. And you don't wanna see anyone else going through that, especially him. So you decide to step up, raise your voice up, break barriers, even after his broken words, even after he already decided to put everyone else's happiness before his. And you wanna do everything in your power to fight for it.

And once more he amaze you, seeing him walk straight forward to you, kissing you in front of every person who always taught him all his life that being himself was wrong. It amaze you that after talk about your past, your experiences across your life, he still choose you. It amaze you that he sees you with the purest eyes, touch you and kiss you with such beautiful giggles, 'cause both of you can't believe what it's happening, can't believe how far both of you have come.

Just for a moment the past comes back to you, when you drop your guard... your real eyes, your warlock mark are in display, and you can't help but be worried by how he would react... the past echoes in your mind, the scared looks along your life, the rejection-

"They are beautiful... You're beautiful."

He says looking at your eyes, and then you realice that, finally, you find the one... trully, without doubt. You have fallen completely in love, like you never did before. “How long did it take me to found you?”

This love makes it worth all the wait, makes it worth fight and resist against disagreements, against duties, against mistakes, against hell... 'cause at the end you find your way back to each other.

And comes the day when you find yourself staring at him, smiling and fighting the tears in the corner of your eyes, just like him. You find yourself with no words againt his, against his desire to make a promise of love, a promise of life... you find Alec Lightwood kneeling in front of you, with the question you never thought could ever hear.

“Magnus Bane, will you marry me... Alec Lightwood?”

After all, you weren't enough, you were too much... and marriage is a wonderful institution that you wouldn't know.

There are no words for this pretty boy, this Shadowhunter, this beautiul soul, for everything he has done to your heart, to your life. There'll never be enough words to describe all this happiness, the lack of an empty soul, the hope of a lifetime with him. The only thing you can say for now, for him, for you, for that awful and far past, for the beautiful present you have share with him, for the uncertain and exciting future...

"... Yes."

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #shadowhunters season 3 #MAGNUS BANE IS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL AND DESERVES THE WORLD #JUST LIKE ALEC LIGHTWOOD #IF THERE'S NOT A PROPOSAL IN SEASON 3 I SWEAR #personal #malec s3 #s3

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rogue-of-broken-time · 6 years

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Bleeding Through: A Darkiplier Theory

I know I’ve talked about Dark a lot lately and it’s probably getting annoying at this point but there’s one idea I’ve had that I think really ties him all together.

Dark isn’t a person at all. That’s clear enough from what we saw in WKM.

Well then, what is he? I can already imagine some of you asking. Here’s what I’m thinking:

He is not a demon, or phantom, or paranormal entity of any kind.

Darkiplier is an anomaly. He is something that was never meant to exist, the result of an accident that was never supposed to happen.

I say this because as much as I love him as a character, he is not something that reality accepts. There’s a harsh ringing behind his voice at all times, his shape shatters and his colors shift, and our view of him continually breaks over and over again– because his own presence breaks our perception of “reality” itself, and the darkness inside of him rips away any goodness that might be left.

And this concept was demonstrated to us in a beautiul, tragic way.

You might be wondering why I put “reality” in quotation marks… I did it because every place we’ve ever seen Darkiplier is NOT our true reality. (Unless, somehow, he has visited you in person, which I highly doubt.)

Here’s what I mean:

Mark himself said that he “exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one”. And we’ve basically all adopted the terminology of “bleeding through” as his way of hopping from reality to reality, timeline to timeline– but now I’m thinking that isn’t entirely correct.

He does not “universe-hop” in any way, shape, or form. He does not insert himself into other realities at all.

Like Mark said… he bleeds. He doesn’t enter other universes, he interferes with them. And while he physically cannot reach our own world, he’s found a way to get close to it.

He does it by interfering with videos.

Since Dark can’t fully reach this world on his own, it makes sense that he’d try to speak to us directly in the only way he knows how– by interfering with Mark’s videos and altering them so that his message gets across to us.

And he caters to the audience, too. In ADWM, he offered us dinner because he assumed that’s what the viewer was looking for– romance.

In videos like Don’t Move, he appealed to those looking for horror.

Even in Don’t Play This Game, he went for the Let’s Play enthusiasts, if only leaving a brief message in Zalgo for them to find in the subtitles.

This, I think, is what Dark’s “bleeding through” really looks like.

Let me make one more thing clear:

The quote from Mark says “he exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one”.

Key word: ONE.

Dark does not bleed through to any other “universes” (i.e. ADWM)… he bleeds through into ours by interfering and putting himself into those videos.

This becomes an intriguing perspective when it comes to WKM. Teamiplier themselves said that the original plan was to essentially be a normal whodunit/Clue murder mystery– and when I watched the first chapter, that’s all I thought it was going to be. But as the chapters progressed, the presence of the “dark forces” around the house became more and more clear…

This next thought very likely isn’t canon in any way, but it’s something that caught my attention:

What if that progression of the “dark forces in the house” from chapter to chapter was Darkiplier working his way into the videos again?

If that were true… would that mean Dark’s interference directly caused the Colonel’s madness and eventual existence of Warfstache himself?

And… would the mirror be symbolic of how close he’s really getting to our reality– telling us that the pathway is almost open to him, but not 100%?

Would he be upset that his efforts weren’t enough to finally break through?

Again, this likely isn’t canon in any way, and I’m fully aware of that– but if it were those wonderful few weeks between the finale and the livestream where Mark explained everything, I would totally headcanon this concept.

Thanks for sticking through with me to the end of this long-ass post! I have a TON of drafts of theories that I’m kinda self-conscious about posting that talk about some other thoughts I’ve had and I’ll hopefully be sharing them soon :3

But in the meantime… remember, that’s JUST a theory– A LAME THEORY!

(PS. Yes, I’m aware some of you may not find my theories “lame” at all, and that means a lot to me, but it’s become a habit to put that at the end of them because A) I don’t have a lot of self-confidence and B) I love Game Theory but can’t really call my theories “game” theories. So yeah… thanks again to everyone who likes these! :D)

#darkiplier #markiplier #wkm #who killed markiplier #darkiplier theory #who killed markiplier theory #wkm theory #warfstache #wilford warfstache #mark fischbach #adwm #kellyplier theory

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1\Ahh Taylor's lyrics are amazing... November flush and your flannel cure, i can't say hello to you and hear another goodbye,you keep his shirt and he keeps his word,or the whole 2 verse in TTWAS like that whole penny metaphor goes on. But i also love hers i can't explain it simple yet beautiul and sincere? Maybe you have the name for it? Examples-r u the same soul i met under the bleachers,betty one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe,

2\because we were like the mall before the internet it was the one place to be, god smiles at my little brother inside and out he's better than i am, time wonderous time gives me the blues and then purple pink skies and (i can't stress this enough) IT'S COOL BABY WITH ME, good girls hopefull they'll be and long they will wait, i met bobby on the boardwalk summer of '45. lIke there like evryday conversation pieces but dressed in pretty voice and nice guitar strummin.

3\. I can't explain it i'm so in love. It's just so simple but reminds me of things people say and that beauty is in simple things.

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i can’t think of a term to describe it, but i agree, this is what makes her songwriting so special! the mundane everyday details are perfectly relatable to almost anyone, and i love that taylor uses everyday languages and terms of phrase to add those details.

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Stage 2

stage two: moving past that second barrier. I can’t tell you why I go through so many lenghts to hold myself back. my day was successful. I woke up, brushed my teeth, ate food, helped Nani (kinda), showered, picked up your spare key and did your oil change on the accord. pretty successful in my opinion. yeah there were a couple of things that made it a bit challenging but I didnt let them stop me. I was angry with father because I couldnt find some of his tools but thats why I should have my own. So that I don’t need to rely on anyone else. Yesterday was a successful day. Now is stage two: where we move past this mental block and move forward. stop placing mental barriers on yourself. be crazy and remember only crazy can stop crazy. let your wildest thoughts run wild. like wild buffalo in the open plains. My horizon is filled with beautiul mountains and i want to explore them. i want to take shrooms and see and the beautiful colors that nature will show me. but i need to first take great care of myeyes and my entire body so that i can do this for as long as I can. be patient and understand that tihings take time. Think of the relationships you want to have with people you want in your life and think ways to make that happen. smoke with dad and explain this to his. maybe he will understand that he is the cause of his missfortine. and help mom feel sexy, tell her to tell dad that she will suck his dick if he cleans up both his act and body. i bet their sex would be great if they would do it for eachother.

The plan for today is to go thrifting for tv stand and two seater couch. maybe send my phone to go get fixed. order things online and maybe. think of ways to restore dads old steering wheel for the accord. maybe look at seats for the car. idk. something.

Kelly: I found the birthday letter/sign you made for me last year and I wanted to thankyou for your kind words. I dont think you will love me forever but I think I know what you meant. I had been thinking of reaching out and i was holding myself back because when id think of you, i would usually be horny. i first thought was that i simply wanted to just sleep with you again and thats the only reason why i wanted to see you. I held myself back because i thought i was only going to hurt you again simly because i wanted to have sex. I thought of you when i was eroused because i think you are hot. i thought of ways i wanted to pleasure you, some of which we have tried in the past, and I wanted to do them again. we would both really enjoy that. I still do. I felt like such an ass hole because i didnt want to simply use you for sex. thats how it felt at first. But I also thought of contacting you to thank you for the letter as soon as I finished rereading it. instantly after I held myself back from doing so beacuse I knew I’d want to ask if you would like the letter back just so I could see you again. I know I would want to sleep with you just like I did the last time we saw eachother But i realized that i am not ready either, I said I would let you know when I would be ready to start this relationship again and i am showing sign that i am still interested by thinking of you when i am horny but i as think of you when Think of this short film and animation goal i have for myself. the truth is im not ready to be in any relationship and im afraid that when i am ready, im not going to wantto be with you. Id want to be with someone like https://l.instagram.com/?u=https%3A%2F%2Flinktr.ee%2FMoshhbby&e=ATP3kvAyBm30fF_Sd6iUH1BhbA2AU6vgMw9ngot01TgKoJNJ8g2rOcEVr2s44E_qYC0w-ezV70XoHEElTH1RlQ&s=1 I want to be with this girl sooo bad. but fuck do i wanna fuck you again.

think of your steering wheel. you want it to look nice. and all you need to do is fix it yourself. that way its exactly how you want it. same concept of making your life a better life yourself bc no one else will. sew swade to shrink wrap and glue it to the padded area of the steeringwheel. grey maybe or black. i realy want this car to look dope sogo outh there and steal ideas if you have to but make this car looko dope. make it look like a spaceship or make it look like a NSX

Older brother slams the door open

“ bro im high as fuck.”

“why were you choking yourself”

“I wasn’t but it felt good to scratch. i feel like i’m cracked. like i get why they scratch. BHut my thoughts feel clear this way. like i can slow them down and read them. being sober makes it feel like all the creative ideas i get in a day happen so fast that it gets hard to seen like a fuzz, staticy T.V. screen. I want this feeling to be perminant. I could do anything like this.”

“I didnt know you smoked”

“i dont, well i didnt. Its my first time”

while talking he checks his phone to look at the time and sees that apps are updating. he looks at the time.

the shot moves back to the brother and in the background you can see that the time says its 3:1d(this gets used for a future sceen.) the briother looks concerned but also ready to laugh at his brother with releif and sadness.

(in future sceen, character guessed an upload or update would happen at 3:14 am and when asked how he knew that he replys with “I guessed”)

“I got the munchies, and everytime i put different in my mouith, it feels like Iget a knew idea. like the properties in the food affect my thioughts. kinda like the concept of unheathy foods case unheathy thoughts which lead to unhealthy habits and actions. idk food for thought”

“What”

Mountains by Hans Zimmer playinmg in the background

”what a fucking great song

Make a bracelet out of those little strings that amelia uses for her $knot bracelets, use the magnets thats bounce off eacthother and make the noise as the ends. or maybe use those knots for the steering wheel

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