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hakeem0n · 9 months

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Who am I lying I am not okay I just want to cry uncontrollably in someone’s arms, I feel so confused and scared I can’t understand what’s going on, I feel stuck I can’t keep doing this anymore

I can’t like anything about myself and I feel so fucking fat and disgusting with myself and my body, I feel like I deserve nothing from anyone but I am craving affection so bad, I feel so alone I want to cry, I wish I could just be loveable and desirable in some way.

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top5series · 1 year

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Tumblr Top 5 - Episode 4: Ships

Put your life vests on, batten down the hatches, and prepare yourself to be absolutely soaked as Ryan Bergara, Shane Madej, and Coppy dive into the sopping wet world of ships.

Stay aboard for an exclusive sneak peek of Tumblr Special Event, Total Ship Show, with guests Michael Vlamis and Tyler Blackburn from The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico.

#tumblr top 5 #tt5 #watcher #watcher entertainment #ryan bergara #the people's lister #shane madej #shane and ryan #ships #sopping wet #absolutely soaked through to the bone #total ship show #episode

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thesoftestmess · 4 months

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this might not be canon, but personally i need furina to struggle a whole lot longer and harder with post-prophecy depression and mental illness. She's played the same tiring and painful act for five centuries, was constantly in a life or death scenario and had to hide her true self from the world the entire time and she won't just recover in a few years from that.

There's parts of her that will never ever be compatible with a simple human lifestyle, and parts of her that are irreparably broken. She isn't sure of her personality after everything that happened and the lie she had to live. She slips between personas and her archon temperament comes through like a defensive mechanism at any sign of conflict or trouble.

She's plagued by nightmares. Of the flood, of the trial, of the people closest to her conspiring against her behind her back, and of being found out in a million terrible ways. Of saying the wrong thing, making a wrong decision. Of being found out, of being found out, of being found out.

Lying or keeping a secret feels existential still. Being honest still feels life threatening sometimes. Putting herself first feels like putting both hands on a hot stove.

She doesn't live in the palais anymore, doesn't have to sit through trials anymore, but her heart and soul are still there. In her dreams she's still at the place she spent her entire life's memories at.

Yes, she can make new memories, but it'll take time. More time than she has, maybe, now that she's the closest to being human she'll ever be.

She'll never be human in the way the people around her are.

What sort of human has 500 years worth of memories after all? What human tells personal anecdotes and mixes up their centuries?

What sort of human can feel the absence of their divinity like it's a physical thing? A voice that will never speak to her again, or keep her alive? What human has no family, no childhood?

What human remembers so little, but still remembers death somewhere deep within?

She jerks out of sleep from it sometimes, gasping for air, and spends the rest of the night awake, almost frozen by fear. The flood is over, but it's hard to convince her racing heart that the danger is too.

Humans have entire family trees that go generations back, but Furina was put into this world a solitary creature, her blood heavy with sin ever since she turned human.

She owns a hydro vision now and doesn't know how to yield it, but the ocean still calls out to her some days. Sea creatures flock to her like they can smell she's not human enough.

She learns how to make little hydro companions for herself, so the darkness and emptiness of her apartment feels less ominous when she lies awake at night.

She can't turn her vision into a weapon quite yet, but when it rains the droplets seem to cling to her. She's watched them roll upwards along her arm, watched them gather in her palm like kin. She wonders if sea creatures flock to neuvillette in a similar way, or if his immense power makes them recoil. She wonders if elemental dragons can feel regret. Wonders if he, too, ever feels entirely foreign in that human body he was given. If he, too, lies awake trying to grasp faint memories of a past life.

She's extremely human in the way she's plagued by body pains from not being able to relax just one day in five centuries. The years catch up with her once she gets out of survival mode, and fatigue is a constant companion now. Sleep comes difficultly and getting out of bed was easier when the fate of a whole nation depended on it. On her. She's never lived for just herself before and some days she's not sure she wants to.

She did her duty and earned her retirement and the story turned out well, all things considered. She still has people by her side, some of them.

Still, she feels raw and tired and overwhelmed by the life lying ahead of her. As a human and as someone who will always be Something Else.

#you can have your perfectly competent fully healed hyper independent furina #if i can have my mess of a person multiply-disordered and trying her best furina #like i'm sorry but this babygirl can fit sooooo much ptsd and depression and personality disorder into her #that's a girl with lifelong chronic pain from not being allowed to relax for a day in five centuries #that's a girl who needs a teeth protector at night because she'd grind he #*them into a fine powder from all the tension she still holds #that's someone who gets so low so suddenly and loes all her joy in the matter of minutes #that's someone who wants to catch up on a lifetime of being human but is bone-deep exhausted #and crushed by fatigued #my disability beam went all over her like neuv's water gun #now she's sopping wet and shivering i'm sorry #genshin impact #furina #fari talks fic

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captainofthetidesbreath · 3 months

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I do love thinking about how Beatrix, Jean, and Nathaniel are likely still out there in Newfaire during all this Tide & Bone stuff. Twelve years older, definitely retired from the field but probably still talking shit and having opinions about Candela's bureaucracy and fraught approach with its circles.

#I made a joke in DMs about the Candela agents setting the Glass Cat on fire is just taking Nathaniel's method and making it SOP.#Candela Obscura #Circle of Needle and Thread #Circle of Tide and Bone

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rat-enclosure · 3 months

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Our Lady of the Ninth House

#wonky yes but..made with love for this sopping wet beast #tlt #harrowhark nonagesimus #also. nobody ask me about the bones. who give a shit about those #sketchbook #rat enclosure art #traditional art #illustration #the locked tomb

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bonefall · 11 months

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wait, two children? leopardpelt had a sibling??

Yeah! Carpwhisker isn't SUPER important, but she is here now.

[ID: An anxious looking, brown, spotted cat with a white belly and green eyes.]

She is a kit save because I needed her genetics around for the RiverClan Family Tree, she is the mother of Duskfur, Voletooth, and an apprentice who dies during TNP, Splashpaw.

But most importantly, she was added because I'm telling a very different story with Leopardfur. I am very frustrated by how canon decided that a large motivating part of her villain arc is... being spoiled by her dad for being an only child with a dead mom.

So there's been some real big changes to Leopard's family.

Brightsky isn't dead. She left to become a kittypet, but gave half of her litter to Mudfur.

Brightsky and Mudfur used to be very united in their criticism of Clan culture, and the path it was taking. Brightsky decided that there was no fixing it, and it was better to get away from it completely.

She begged Mudfur to come too... but he couldn't. He couldn't leave his life and legacy behind. But he asked to keep his children-- no one knows what happens to kittypet kittens when they become too old.

She wanted at least two of them to have a peaceful life. Water and Oat stayed with her. Leopard and Carp went home.

Carp was probably sent back, in particular, because she has a family resemblance to her famous ancestor Volestar. Successor of Darkstar, creator of the Queen's Rights.

And on that note, only Hailstar was told the truth about Brightsky. Him and Mudfur agreed that the official story would always be that Brightsky had died trying to escape kittypets, but that Mudfur had been able to save his kittens.

If Mudfur had known what would happen to Leopardkit, if he could glimpse into the monster that she would become, he would have left both of them there, in that warm nest beside their mother.

Carpwhisker is not an ambitious person, and honestly a bit of a coward. She's easily walked over and on the quiet side, not the sort of person who will jump to the defense of a friend, even if she wants to. She used to like Aftergatherings, but stopped when Leopardfur told her it made her look disloyal.

She helps out in the nursery, and is one of the reliable members of the Construction Patrol. Her political profile leans heavily towards Fire Alone, but she was not trusted to be a TigerClan rebel because it was known she was rather meek.

What DID she do during TigerClan? Well, actually, it was HER idea to create a mud facade so the Bonehill wouldn't be solid bone, and reduce their workload by a lot!! And then Tigerstar decided it was his idea. ah.

#Mudfur handshake Tallstar handshake Pinestar #(gentle people with critiques of clan culture who watch their children grow to embody its most monstrous traits)#It's like catnip to me I can't get enough of it #You knew it was wrong and you let your children absorb it #Failure to protect #BB!Carpwhisker #Better bones au #BB!TPB #RiverClan didn't have enough sopping wet beasts in spite of being the water clan so HERE #I hope this anxious wreck makes up for the fact that I'm stomping on a part of Leopard's character that people do actually like #but I'm being honest lmao I do Not like that part

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humanbeanisnotamused · 4 months

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incredibly funny to me by the way that glask, who was notably the least convinced about elsie's whole Thing, meets Elsie 2 and adopts her within 10 minutes flat

#candela obscura #she has to be sopping wet and murderous or the Elsie Effect TM doesn't work #circle of tide and bone

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sco07ut · 1 year

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fantasy au doodles but there is a common denominator 🤨🤨

these bitches r bloody and insane ! !

#cw blood #no reason tbh.just felt like drawing the pathetic beasts sopping with blood ❤️#bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #francis button #kitty ghosts #robin the caveman #lady fanny button #sir humphrey bone #the captain ghosts #i’ve been wanting to use that textpost 4 kitty for so long #anyway. ❤️ scary violent fae that look like pretty bubblegum creatures #humphrey is a dullahan btw dw his head is supposed to do that #cap just wasn’t expecting it. dumb vampire ass went to take a bite n knocked it clean off </33 #also snuck in a cheeky francis bc i wanted to design his siren form. i’m soso normal about him i promise

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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another thing tiktok people (most of whom have never written anything of their own) complain about in fanfiction are terms for different body parts in smut scenes, but they're banning too much and i'm gonna start calling coochies a 'gelatinous cavern' if they don't stop

#WHAT'S WRONG WITH ENTRANCE.#IT'S LITERALLY A HOLE.#'sopping' sorry i didn't describe it as bone dry #i apologize #i wanted you to have a nice ushy gushy time #everyone is entitled to their preferences BUT if you're complaining without offering alternatives then you're just bitching #and that helps no one #that does not solve any issue lmfao

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babstheyaga · 3 months

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drops and flees the scene

banned. blocvked and reported. you're going to jail. right now. sorry. I'm not, but I'll say it anyway.

i will... oo...

i will... i will....

ooo....

i'm going to have to confiscate this image as it contains... something very illegals and no, you will not get it back. sorry for the inconvenience, take it up with my lawyer, goodbye.

I AM ANYTHING BUT SOBER RIGHT NOW AND YOU DO THIS TO ME. YOU SHOUYLD HONESTLY LIKE

LIKE YA KNOW

LIKE

MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

u guys r so men 2 me

#god i love asks #related to fmod #i'm sorry i'm not sober #kiss you #then BITE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I WILL BITE #SOP HARD #I WILL EAT YOUR BONES #MMMM CALSIUME #uhg #i'm not drunk enough for this #you guys make me an alcoholic #noooo don't tell me to drink more haha *takes another shot*#nooooo you guysssss this is SO not fun *does another shot willingly*

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top5series · 1 year

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Tumblr Top 5 - Episode 2: Poor Little Meow Meows

Tune in to witness Shane Madej and Ryan “the people’s lister” Bergara of @wearewatcher discussing their top five poorest, littlest, meow-est (?) meows. Stay to be dumbfounded (or not!) by #1 on Coppy’s flirty little list.

If you don’t know what a poor little meow meow is, turn back! Save yourself! If you know what a poor little meow meow is - we’re sorry, but it’s too late for you.

*flash warning*

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returnofahsoka · 1 year

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love it when watching a show through gifsets on tumblr gives me a completely incorrect impression of it. like what do you mean the specialest little blorbos my mutuals post about aren't the main characters?

#was anyone gonna tell me main character is the chosen one wizard girl #and the sopping wet cat of a guy and his hot knife wife are just. some guys.#or was i just supposed to find that out myself #shadow and bone #but im only two episodes in so if they do in fact turn out to be main characters im gonna be really happy #my posts

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udurghsigil · 1 year

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there are many genres of fictional man that im fond of but i think the main type of fictional man i love is the kind that's like a sopping wet lil wiwi. a guy who's gross and moe through helplessness but you wouldn't necessarily want to protect.

#x #if u cant tell this is about the lobby boy #the most sopping wet guy ive ever witnessed #hes made out of bones and jello to me #i want to put him in a terrarium and provide enrichment

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voidfishing · 10 months

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also unrelated to my last ask but i have been seeing so so much about the locked tomb is it smth you would recommend?

yes!! I’m not very far into the series at all but I adore it, highly recommend :) it’s extremely well-written & has made me laugh out loud because the comedic timing is just perfect and goes really well with the General Horrors that the characters are experiencing.

& the sheer number of unhinged women alone is incredible. just when you think they can’t possibly become more unhinged they Do <3

#the protag in the first book is a butch jock that knows very little about what the fuck is going on and that’s extremely fun to read #and her necromancer is a sopping wet deeply religious creature of a woman . she sweats blood & is covered in bones #ask tag #so yes !!! I recommend <3

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oceantornadoo · 22 days

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your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)

could be part of this two lieutenants series but it’s standalone

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“you know what i want?”

“wha’?”

“a weighted blanket.”

simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.

“what?! i think it’d help me sleep.”

“wha’ the fuck is a weighted blanket.”

you huffed a sigh. “it’s literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, it’s scientifically proven.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.

turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.

“can’t jus’ have some sop lay on you?” the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.

“i’m on a man break. they all suck.” no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.

“they don’t know how to treat a woman like you.” his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. “a woman like me?” silence. “don’t be mean, si.”

fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. “dove, jus’ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookin’ for a partner and they’re look for a mother or a fuck. or both.” your jaw dropped. “oh. thanks.” his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.

“if you really need a weighted blanket i-“ “yeah?” you sounded too eager, but you didn’t care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. “could be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.” he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. “yeah, platonic. course, yeah. that’s fine. good, i mean.” you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.

“now?”

“sure.”

you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. “you can lay on me si, it’s okay.” he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.

“not too weighted for you?” you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. “no, si. not too weighted.” your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. “is this comfortable? you’re on my ribs.” he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. “you can move up, i won’t mind.” well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.

simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. “this ok?” you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in “ghost” as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually you’d be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.

all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the day’s tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.

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part one part two part three part four

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #ghost call of duty #fluff #tornadothoughts #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost imagine #ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #cod ghost

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)

Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.

But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.

You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.

"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.

The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.

Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.

Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.

If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.

You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.

He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.

Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.

"Johnny?"

"Aye, bonnie?"

"Since when do you drink bourbon?"

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #cod #simon riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish smut #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut #johnny soap mctavish x reader #simon riley x you #drabble

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