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neroushalvaus · 5 months

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Tumblr in the 60s

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🎉🎉CONGRATULATIONS UNITED KINGDOM 🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉BYE BYE GROSS INDECENCY!!!!🌈🌈🌈 62 countries have now legalized sexual activities between men🌈🌈🌈

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SPIRK CAN FINALLY FUCK

🚀 starrfleet follow

They are American, not British... But I'm pretty sure spirk has always been able to fuck since the show is set in the future.

📻 lesbianbobdylan follow

Christ, this is not about your cutesy uwu yaoi otp, go outside and smoke some grass

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🌻 flowerpower follow

Politicians are not your friends but damn Kennedy is fine, I look at one (1) picture of him and my head literally explodes

🌻 flowerpower follow

...i just woke up, why is my askbox full

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WHY IS HE TRENDING I'M SCARED

🌻 flowerpower follow

guys stop reblogging this it's been like five years i've changed

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🎹 nixonsafascist follow

do you think they call him little richard because he has a little. Richard

🎹 nixonsafascist follow

easy website

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Being the only lesbian in your friend group sucks so bad. "beatles or stones??" i will kill you

🗣 lavendermenaceisreal-deactivated72537262

Disrespecting female social groups for male validation? Typical lesbian behaviour.

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Mike Jacker isnt gonna fuck you

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Oh no I think she couldn't handle that

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✌ draftdodgerdyke

DM me for the addresses of my Swedish and Canadian friends. Do not put your personal information in the reblogs.

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You should be ashamed of yourself.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

huh??

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

I said, you should be ashamed of yourself. You disgust me. I assure you, when the commies attack us, you will not find your silly little post "groovy" anymore.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Jesus, don't flip your wig

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

My father fought in ww2 for you ungrateful degenerate.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Don't see what your daddy's unsexiness has to do with me and my lads taking a sexy sexy trip to Sweden.

#anyway only hot guys dodge the draft

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🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

in every interview i watch of the beatles they are so DONE and trolling everybody, these fucking annoying BITCHES, i need them inside me so badly

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#this but not john lennon #i just can't forget the heinous things he said about jesus

idk I actually think it was very sexy of him, stop trying to cancel john in my post

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The reading comprehension on this website is piss poor. John literally didn't mean he was greater than Jesus or better than Jesus, he was just trying to make a point about the world becoming more secular. Cancel culture has gone too far.

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How dare you say we piss on the poor?? Jesus died for Mr Lennon's sins and it's not "cancelling" to send him a few respectably worded death threats to remind him of that. He cancelled our Lord first!

✝️ jesusrevolution follow

Girl Jesus literally said it's cool, I dropped acid yesterday and saw Him and He told me.

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help the girls (christians) are fighting in my beatles thirst post

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🛼 donovandyke follow

I will be glued to the tv today. If you don't want to hear about it, just blacklist #moonlanding !!

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🗣 claudeberger4ever-deactivated98975287

Hi I'm new to the Hair musical fandom so I'm not super invested in the whole discourse, but I just felt like this needed to be said: Friendly reminder that not being against the war in Vietnam does not make you a bad person!

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it literally does tho

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Another win for us hot guys

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#how do i TAG THIS #can i just tag this ''funny'' or is that patting myself on the back too much #memes #dashboard meme #dash meme #1960s #my friend tirlittan came up with ''draftdodgerdyke''#i want that fictional blogger carnally #funny #tumblr in the 60s

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drewsaturday · 1 year

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i just know we're getting the twinky birdsona musical number tonight and i NEED to experience that trip as soon as possible so i'm praying i don't fall asleep early

#yellowjackets tag #context #musical theater guy is playing a human version of misty's bird and next ep has been described as a birdcore musical iirc #and bc misty goes in a sensory deprivation tank next ep we're thinking that's what triggers whatever the fuck #that comes up in #i promise this is a show about cannibalism--#it's just also about silly little milfs having silly little acid trips about their silly little 'dangerous bottom' birdsonas i guess

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chvrryzpop · 2 months

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BRUTAL

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Chris got into a fight with his girlfriend Paige and you comforted him until things led to another...

warnings: dom!chris, angst, smut, fingering, degrading kink, make out, pet names, cheating, alcohol, use of y/n, throwing up, toxic relationship.

not proofread!

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You were at a house party that a few friends of the triplets organized. You were near the drinks table with Nick and Madi while Matt, Chris, and his girlfriend Paige were on the other side of the house. The thing is that you’re drunk right now and you can't help but stare at Chris, the way he caresses Paige's waist, the way he leans to whisper dirty little things to her, you want that, you want to be the one that he says those things, you want to be the one he can touch, love, crave for.

And it killed you that she was perfect and you felt like you would never be like her.

Little did you know...

“Y/n!” Nick snaps you out of your trance waving a hand across your face.

“Sorry, sorry! What were you saying?” You asked while you kept glaring at Chris’ direction.

“Do you want to play beer pong with us?” He asked once again

You nodded and that's when you saw Chris leaving with Paige upstairs.

Ouch.

This shouldn't be affecting you this much, but it hurts like hell. You can’t even recall when you started to feel this way about him, but it drove you crazy.

“Sure, but I kinda need some water…” And that’s when you felt it, your stomach turning, feeling the lump forming in your throat, this was the moment where your decision to get drunk would make you suffer the consequences for it. Kneeling on the floor, wrapping your arms around your stomach, feeling the acid making you gag, your first instinct was to pick up your cup and throw up on the inside, If you were going to humiliate yourself, the least you could do was to not make a mess on the fucking floor.

Feeling the sensation wear off slightly after literally throwing up your intestines (or at least that’s how it felt) you tried to stand up. Failing miserably, causing Nick and Madi to pick you up and rest your left arm around Nick’s shoulders and your right arm on Madi’s shoulders, trying to carry you to the bathroom as fast as they could.

Chris' POV

I went upstairs with Paige since she needed to talk to me. I think I’ve never felt so anxious in my life as I do right now. That’s when we got there and the conversation in reality was just Paige complaining about a trip I was going on with my brothers in a few days. “I just don’t understand why can’t you stay here with me!” she yelled.

“I already told you a few weeks ago that I’m not canceling another trip with my brothers just because you feel like not letting me go, you’re not my fucking mother to tell me where I can go or not, what I can do or not! Because guess what, Paige, I can do the fuck I want.” I snapped back, making Paige turn around and slap me harshly, leaving a red mark across my cheek.

I held my cheek, not feeling slightly shocked anymore since this started way back ago, I could tell by her face that she regretted it instantly.

“Chris, baby…” she tried to place her hand on the spot where she marked, making me pull away from her touch.

“And now you just gave me more reasons to go on that fucking trip,” I added between sobs, trying to hold back the tears, turning my back to her.

"Please, don't leave me… I can fix this..." She gripped my arm.

"As far as I remember, you mentioned the same thing last time we fought." The resentment showed up in my voice, but I couldn't help it. How could someone so perfect turn into a complete monster? How can someone hurt someone they love?

And when I left the room, I would rather not see her face or hear her voice.

Y/n’s POV

You were in the bathroom throwing up while Madi was making you a ponytail and Nick rubbed your back. This night couldn’t get any worse. “Shit,” Nick murmured as you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling way better than how you were.

“What?” Madi asked, her voice sounding tense.

“Matt just texted me we’re leaving right now.” You sat up straight, panicking, “What do you mean? I thought we all agreed to go until 1:00 AM…”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, there’s a change of plans.”

You checked your phone, and it was only midnight, “You guys should convince Matt if we can go in 30 minutes?”

They looked at each other and then back at you, “We won’t leave you here, y/n.”

“I’ll be fine, guys don’t need to worry about me.” You smiled at both of them.

Nick shook his head. “I’ll just text Chris to ask him if he can try to convince Matt to let us stay a little longer.” He spoke as he started to type on his phone. “We’re not leaving you here alone, end of the conversation.”

"Alright, Dad," you replied jokingly, having as a response an eye roll from Nick as he was about to laugh.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the three of you were still inside the bathroom waiting for Chris’ answer. “Did he text you already?” You asked as you rinsed your mouth with some mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting sour taste you had.

"Yes, and he's giving me a headache already!" Nick answered as he kept texting back and forth with whom you supposed was Chris, "He won't stop being a fucking baby, and it's bitch complaining to me that Matt keeps insisting that we have to go now."

"Well...maybe we should try to—" You got interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, you all looked at each other confused.

As you open the door, you see a long-haired brunette and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

It was Chris. His eyes seemed puffy and a little red as if he were crying. “Is Nick here?” Anger was plastered on his face.

That’s when Nick stood up and opened the bathroom door, “What the fuck, Chris? Can’t you do a simple task?” causing Chris to scoff “And you clearly can’t read. I texted you back saying that Matt didn’t give a shit about you guys needing more time. He wants to go now.”

“Did you explain to him that y/n is not feeling well right now?” Nick snapped back, crossing his arms.

Chris rubbed his face with both his hands before scanning your entire face. “Isn’t she okay now?”

“Chris! She could barely walk by herself a few minutes ago, why’s is it so hard for you to do a fucking favor and ask our brother to give us some time?!” Nick answered, his voice rising.

“Because I don’t understand why the fuck you guys need more time, y/n look completely fine, and you’re making a huge fucking deal out of it!” Chris’ voice also got a little louder.

“Because it will be a fucking huge deal when she’s throwing up all over the fucking car!” He shouted.

Chris’ jaw clenched.

“Then why don’t you ask Matt, since it’s such a big deal, huh?”

“Fine, I’ll fucking go and instead you and y/n will stay here while Madi and I sort this out since it’s so difficult for you.” Nick left the bathroom, Madi following his pace as Chris moved out of the way so they could get out.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to—” Chris shut the door behind him and looked at you, tears forming in his eyes. Your first instinct was to hug him.

He just cried as silently as he could. You guessed that alcohol hits him differently than it does to you. He dragged you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, and you began to stroke his hair. “Everything’s going to be alright, Chris.”

“No, it’s not, I’m a fucking burden to everybody and,” His sobs getting louder than before. “First, I fought with Paige and now Nick.”

You pulled back to look at his face, pulling his chin up so he could look at you, “You’re not a burden to no one, Chris.” You said, “You’re like the sun, and when the sun comes out, everyone smiles.” You kept talking, caressing his right cheek with your thumb, “Besides, whatever you and Paige fought about was just because she was drunk, it’ll pass.”

He just nodded and then rested his face on the crook of your neck and kept crying a little.

A few minutes had passed, you and Chris were sitting on the bathroom floor, laughing and talking a little.

“You know, If I’m being honest…I kind of envy Paige.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” Chris replied, furrowing his brows slightly

“Because she’s so beautiful and I’m not…” You admitted.

“Well that’s not true, you are really beautiful too.” He looked at you and smiled.

Beautiful, he called you beautiful.

A buzz sound came from Chris’ phone, he picked it up and looked at the screen. “It’s Nick.”

“What he said?”

“Matt accepted to stay a little more.”

“Excellent! This means I can finally get out of this bathroom.” You stood up and fixed your dress a bit, offering a hand to Chris.

He took your hand and stood up, as he was looking at you. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips.

And that’s when you noticed how your faces were just inches apart, feeling his breath hitting your face softly. “Chris…”

“Y/n…”

His palms were resting now on your cheeks, your mouths almost touching, “Do you want to kiss me, hm?” He suggested, grazing his lips against yours teasingly, causing you to shiver a little.

Of course, you wanted it, but was it right? Will he regret it? Will you regret it?

Something snapped you back from reality, cold hands running on your lower back down to your ass, gripping it slightly, “I asked you something.” His voice shifted to a demanding tone.

Fuck it.

You crush your lips against his. At first, it was sloppy, both fighting for dominance, he kept his grip on your ass, gripping it harder. Making you gasp.

And that’s when he gets the chance to slide his tongue inside your mouth, taking control of the kiss. Your body pressed against the cold marble sink that was right behind you, his hands now resting on the sides of your hips. Chris picked you up from your thighs and sat you up on the bathroom sink. Lifting your dress to reveal your black laced panties.

His hand snaked down to your inner thigh. His kisses lowered from your mouth to your jaw and then to your neck. His fingers finally got to your heat, your panties soaking wet. “You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, causing you to whimper a bit. He pulled your panties to the side and began to rub in circles your sensitive nub, whimpers coming out of your mouth. Shaking breaths, your hands gripping on the sink, your knuckles getting white.

“You fucking like that, don’t you?” Chris asked through gritted teeth, applying more pressure on your clit. You nodded but that made things worse, “You better use your fucking words, y/n. Or else I’ll stop and leave you all alone.”

“Y-yes, I l-like i-it.” You handled letting out. Chris smirked and kept stroking your clit. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, your head resting against the mirror wall, feeling the wave of pleasure consuming you. “Fuck…”

But then, the pleasure stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Chris, he was smirking at you while he sucked his fingers, guiding them back to your throbbing pussy. Slipping them inside you, painfully slow. Your walls clench around his fingers, your legs squeezing with each other, a loud gasp coming out from you. Chris began to pick up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you “Just like that, keep making those pretty noises for me like a good girl.” He groaned, intensifying his speed with each thrust.

He looked down where his fingers were working their way to bring you over the edge, you let pornographic moans out of your mouth, giving Chris what he wants.

Control.

“You look so fucking pathetic right now.” He grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced you to see him, his eyes darkened and full of desire. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You fucking slut.” Chris whispered to you, pumping his fingers mercilessly in and out of you. “You wanted this? You wanted me to finger you?”

You nodded desperately, feeling the well-known knot forming inside of you, you were about to come. “I-I’m so c-close,” you mumbled. “What was that?” He gripped your chin tighter. Your hands grasp tighter on the bathroom sink, your climax getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Don’t stop, fuck.” You spat, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt finally getting to the edge.

“I won't.” He replied, getting closer to leave a few hickeys on your collarbone and the crook of your neck. That's when you felt your release “Fuck!” a loud moan coming out from you, your walls clenching around Chris’ fingers. Your juices flooded all over his fingers. Chris took out his fingers, a popping sound as he did. Your chest goes up and down violently, and your breath is heavy.

He looked at his fingers then at you, “Open your eyes, now.” You open your eyes slowly to get the view of Chris cleaning out his fingers until there isn't a single drop of your juices around his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, ma.”

What the fuck was going on tonight.

You were in the backseat with Nick and Madi, gossiping about tonight's party “It was fun.” Nick admitted.

“Yeah, I think I’m not going to parties anymore,” Matt added.

And there was Chris, glancing at you a few times before they left you at your apartment.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them.

You're finally in a quieter place, where you can think about what just happened tonight with Chris.

It finally happened, you finally got what you wanted with Chris and even more.

But it wasn’t enough, you craved for more.

But then, reality hits.

He was still with Paige, and you were just a distraction to him.

Or that’s what you thought until…

You got a text from someone.

It was Chris.

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a/n: not the best one-shots ever but here you go!!! Lmk if there’s any mistakes!

Tag list: @sturniolossss @tillies33ssss @chrisloyalgf @alorsxsturn

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razzle-n-dazzle · 3 months

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saw u wanted more Adam fics

Adam x f!reader

reader is trying to sleep but Adam keeps trying to show her and tell her stuff. “Like babe hey babe look at this!”

“Babe babe wait did I tell you?”

“Babe holy shit wait guess what!!”

*meanwhile she screams into her pillow*

ᯓ★ "Adam, Love, SHUT THE F-" Adam / Reader | Drabble-ish

ᯓ Do you know those days where you just need a little piece and quiet? Like after a long day of work, where your boss was being unreasonable and your coworkers were being even more unbearable than usual. A long day when you go out to eat for lunch and yet the place you decide to go is busy more than usual, and of course it's on the one day you just wanted an easy meal, so you decide to sit and wait. What is the harm of that? Apparently, a lot. Especially when everyone has a stick shoved up their ass today, and when running over your lunch would have been understood and excused any day sparked a fire from Hell in Heaven. And it was only my five minutes! You were late to the office by five minutes despite having been sitting, waiting for lunch for twenty out of your thirty allotted minutes, and doing work to be ahead of schedule for your boss! You were late by five minutes because the sidewalks had been unreasonably crowded for that time of day and you had sprained your wing rushing not to be late earlier that morning because your boyfriend wanted to be up your ass for an extra five minutes this morning!

ᯓ Safe to say you just proved that there could be bad days in Heaven, no matter what anyone else said and you desperately needed a nap. Or maybe you just needed to knock out for the rest of the day, you weren't sure, all you knew was that your bed was calling your name and that was the only thing on your mind right now. Well, it had been the only thing on your mind until you stepped foot into your shared apartment. "Oh perfect fucking timing, Sugartits, come here!" Adam, with an obnoxious amount of energy today, waved you down to the couch. "Hurry up! You know I love to see that ass move when it walks, but this is super fucking important." And what could entertaining your boyfriend before you went and knockout for the rest of the night do? You mean, it was only thing he wanted to show you.

ᯓ "Fucking, look. Look!" Adam exclaimed as you heavily sat down next to him, allowing for him to cheekily swing an arm around your shoulder. This promptly led him to lean against you as he stuck his phone out, a video pulled up. You watched it to entertain him and his little fancy for whatever he had found; Being able to snuggle into his side in the process and listen to his hysterical laughter during the whole venture. It wasn't nothing too exciting, some sort of slapstick humor video and you understood why Adam found it hilarious, but you just didn't have the energy to laugh at it today. So you gave him a small chuckle as his arm found itself crossing down your back and wrapping around your hip, his hand resting on your thigh. "Oh fucking shit! You see, now that shit if fucking humor, comedy gold!" You needed whatever acid trip Adam was on and desperately.

ᯓ You would hum briefly in agreement towards his statement, feeling as his chest quickly rose and fall as he choked out laughter. Even with such motions you couldn't help but be drawn in by his warmth, snuggling closer to him. And you're sure he noticed, as he was sneakily trying to coax you more and more, using the hand that now was daringly close to your ass, to sit on his lap. Against his harsher, more lively breath, yours was slower and shallow, and as Adam managed to get you to snuggle up to his chest while on his lap, he took notice. It was hard to not to, especially when the sound of you not laughing with him just hit his ears. So confused, Adam would pear down at you. A few nervous bits of laughter left him, a silent signal for you to take notice of how he noticed your odd behavior, yet he died down as you didn't seem to notice (or care) much. Which caused his eyes to narrow and his eyebrows to frown up, a worried frown tugging onto the side of his lips. "Uh, Babe, you good?" His question was accompted by his gravely voice, which was now lower in volume and a lot less sure of himself. "You didn't fucking laugh at the video."

ᯓ "You do know this is comedy gold right? Gold! Not laughing at it would be a fucking crime." Adam would wave his cellphone near your face, flashing you with the bright light which caused you to promptly turn your head away from him. He noticed as your face scrunched, yet you didn't use your wings or hands to knock the phone out of his hand like usual. And that's when he really started to become concern. You weren't acting as you normally would with him, you weren't laughing at the videos he founded or retorting to his antics with your own. You were just laying there, curled up onto his lap with droopy wings and a weak hold around his chest. "Holy shit, Babe, you're not dying are you?" Was the first thing that blurted out of Adam's mouth, being the first thing thought that crossed his head as finally took a real notice of how bad of a state you're in. How the feathers on your wings seemed all out of sorts, how one wing was a little more puffed than the other, how eyebags had began to form under your eyes, and just how tired and weak you looked.

ᯓ "...and you're not getting fucking ugly either are you? It's not contagious is it? Because I can't be fucking ug-" You were swift to cut Adam off, pressing one of your hands against his mouth to muffle any more stupid shit he had to say in this moment. To which Adam drew back a little and started down at you, a moment of shock before unamusement crossed his face. He was gentle, more so than usual, as he picked up your hand by the wrist and drug it away from his mouth. Though he didn't say anything for a good moment, silently (and a little anxiously) waiting to see if you would say anything to him. And maybe it was the nerves on being the on the battle field too many times, or the anxiety of losing another lover, but Adam grew more and more disturbed at your lack of communication or movement the longer the silence wore on. "Babe," He gently nudged you, watching as you just let yourself roll back into place. You didn't even give a hum that time. Now Adam could feel his stomach doing little backflips. "Babe." This one came out a bit more stern as he nudged you a little harder. Yet, you only rolled back into place, not acknowledging his efforts on trying to make sure you weren't dying. Were you fucking dying? Holy shit, that would not be something Adam would want to go through today. "Babe! Sugartits!" Adam shouted, forcefully shoving you away from his warmth by the shoulders, "Please fucking tell me you're not about to die on me because that would be really fucking traumatic!.. If you're going to die at least do it in like, the bedroom or something!"

ᯓ You knew Adam didn't mean it, that he was just trying to stir a reaction out of you to make sure you were alright, yet his comment kind of pissed you off. Less so than when he forcefully drew you away from your only source of heat and comfort from the cruel reality you had to live today. So, reluctantly, you gave our a murmur, "...tired... shut up.." and forcefully tried to lay against Adam again; Trying to just take a small nap, or simply hide from the day you had today in your boyfriend's arms and warmth. Even if one of his hands had been resting on your ass. "Babe, you can't be fucking tired, it's not even dinner. Who the fuck is going to cook because last time I fucking remember you telling me I couldn't." Adam asked in a huff, though was silently relieved that you weren't just about to die in his arms like some dramatic soap opera. So, he let you lay back against his chest. It felt nice to have your weight there anyways. "Adam... shush.." Again, you tried to hush your rather obnoxious boyfriend, even for a little. And you knew he knew that you were tired, on the verge of passing out; It was a dead give away when he fluffed out his wings and wrapped them around you, noticing had dead you felt against him.

ᯓ "But you're still fucking making dinner though, right?" He would quip, a snicker growing on his dumb face as he leaned down to the side, promptly laying you both down. Now you knew he was just being a dick about it, that or he was just glad that you weren't silently suffering and dying against his chest. But either way, you were going to leave his question unanswered as you buried his head against his chest. No matter how much shit Adam might give you, you always found comfort in his warmth and with him being near. It was kind of like having an annoying dog that looked and sounded all tough and scary and was sometimes a big dick, but secretly cared about you under all the gunk. "Fuck it, I'll just order in." Adam muttered, placing his chin on the top of your head (having to curl around you a little to do so) as you were sure he began to pull up menus of restaurants nearby that delivered. And as you drifted off to sleep, you liked to believe he did so, so you didn't have to worry about cooking when you woke up. But you knew that was only half the truth, the other half was that he was probably craving those lamb chops he absolutely adores. And you were fine with that.

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izurou · 2 years

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last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait in bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

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noicloud · 2 years

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#monaleo #show you sum #literally what an acid trip feels like

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girlbossblackbeard · 8 months

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THOUGHTS AND LAYERS

i spent literally an hour analyzing this trailer at 0.5 speed. this post is long af and these thoughts are in no particular order and are poorly organized:

-there's a big storm (which I think was already confirmed), and ed gets swept overboard by a bucket on a rope:

he then crawls up out of the water onto the beach

then goes into the forest, creates a hut, has a journey of healing and self-discovery, meets hornigold (or his ghost??)

and kills him thus killing the part of himself that he hated the most (his violence) as a parallel to stede finally getting rid of nigel's ghost by accepting and believing in himself

-in the stede/ed split screen, the stede shot is from the first ep of s2 right after stede finds the marooned crew at the end of ep 10 in s1 (you can tell bc his hair and clothes are still clean, there's no gay bandana around his neck, and that's his lil dinghy buttons is rowing)

-they go to shore and wind up at the merchants shop where "susan" overhears they're tracking down blackbeard

and she invites stede's crew onto her ship, cue the outfit change in the BTS photos:

-the way stede makes that little swishy turn in the red coat -

makes me think this may be first time he's been in fine clothes since his "death" and i hope we get a moment of him reflecting on how he gave up everything for ed only to have him hate him :( but then obviously realizing that ed is worth it and he'd do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant getting a chance at spending the rest of his life with him

-izzy and stede team up, and izzy is clearly training either himself or stede on the revenge (?)

soooooo many questions: what caused him to leave ed and join stede's crew? is he fighting with ed and is training to take him out or is he just done having his love be unrequited so he leaves and just so happens to stumble into stede? is izzy thinking that if he can't cut out the longing he has for ed he has to kill him instead so the pain will go away? what, pray tell, the fuck is going on in here on this day

-wee john in the mermaid costume (and olu in a bunny or donkey costume?):

a fuckery? or just a weird acid trip? OR IS IT THE TALENT SHOW THEY NEVER GOT TO HAVE??

-ed really does force everyone on his crew to wear war paint

-all the tally marks scratched into the walls - is that the number of days since stede bonnet broke ed's heart?

-ed in the forest in PEARL NECKLACE HELLOW????????

-the tear in ed's eye as he moves the cake toppers closer together which he also painted to make the lady look more like him he literlaly is in love wiht stede so bad wht the FUCJ

-ed's crew is murdering SO MANY PEOPLE at the wedding wtf (pic not included bc scary)

-delusional moment but i hope anne bonny on stede's lap is looking at calico jack off screen

-stede and ed are running towards each other on the black sand beach (thank you @sluterastede for pointing this out to me wtf!!!!!!)

which evolves my theory that ed in the forest goes through his healing journey and realizes he wants to openly love stede again but then the navy attack and stede just so happens to have found ed at the same time and they're fighting to get to each other and taking out everyone in their way (what if that was okracoke lmao)

-the swede and spanish jackie hooking up in the trailer

makes me think the bts shot of ed and jackie is them looking at stede and the swede, and ed being SO in love with stede obvi but jackie is watching the swede do some weirdly hot shit so she's gotta have him (what if they got married and he became her umpteenth husband in a drunken vegas-like shotgun wedding where she wakes up the next day to realize what has happened lmao)

-also this pic is DEF from the reunited/make up era bc ed's half-up hair, no makeup, soft eyes, and buttons' clothing. i am weeping

-stede in pain - is it an injury or a tattoo? or torture as @sluterastede posits?? he looks down at his lower body before screaming so maybe he knows what's about to happen to him??

-ed in the forest wearing the pearl necklace (see above), ed saying "fuck you stede bonnet" wearing the pearl necklace (see below)

does he pick it up at the wedding??? (theory credit to @sluterastede!!!! can u tell we watched the trailer together 400 times) i can't tell if he's wearing it in the one wide shot of him in that scene:

but regardless of when he acquires it, does he take it bc he remembers stede said he wears fine things well???? and he starts to believe he may deserve them??

-side note about a LACK of something: ed isn't wearing the cravat at all in the trailer near as i can tell, and he's not wearing the pearl necklace when throwing knives at the wall (at least from what I can see, which is not much) which leads me to believe that scene is in the earlier part of the season

-lastly, the most important song lyrics from the trailer (the beautiful ones by prince):

and that's my dissertation on the ofmd season 2 teaser trailer thank you

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 predictions #ofmd s2 trailer

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hi i was wondering if i should watch hannibal recently so i thought i’d ask you. the thing is i love gay subtext but from what i’ve heard the subtext is not subtle at all and i love gay people don’t worry i just don’t love seeing raw sex on my screen (again not homophobic just sex repulsed) so i’d mainly want to watch it for the cannibal gore scenes which id assume are there in a show about a cannibal? not sure if the possible gore would be worth having to watch the obviously crippling sexual tension that would appear on my screen so i just wanted to ask ^.^

Will and Hannibal have metaphysical gay sex, they never even have to take their clothes off. They transcend to the astral plane because the sexual tension between them is so intense that the molecules around them implode.

The depictions of sex in nbc hannibal are like if you were tripping on acid, instead of shooting normal sex, they opted for bizarre visuals and deafeningly loud instruments for some reason.

Hope you enjoy cannibalism and crippling sexual tension anon.

#alex answers #no raw effing just weird visual blurring and some hints of nakedness #hannibal #nbc hannibal

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still on my shitty dabi kick and i think i struck a chord with @mostlyheinous so here’s random ass shit i think a deadbeat bf dabi would do

18+, hard dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, smoking, forced drinking/taking of drugs, dabi purposely makes you have a bad trip on acid, unprotected sex, anal (referenced plus a thumb in the stink) i’ll add more idfk

kay first off, along the smoke vein, dabi would absolutely threaten to put his cigarettes/blunts out on you if you keep crying (openly, he loves watching you cry all quiet n sniffly)

he’s also no doubt changed you around the apartment with bugs/gross shit just to make you squeal and beg him to put it away

“baby it’s jus’lil beetle~” while waving a fucking 4in long roach he found outside in your face, “gimmie a big, sloppy kiss and i might throw Jeffrey away, as much as it pains me to.”

constantly making you exchange physical/sexual acts for practically basic respect

“show me your pretty tits and i’ll let you go hang with those stupid cunts— no i’m not gonna stop callin’em that, they’re dumb cunts.”

loves making you suck him off right after work, still all musky from the day, his cock even more salty from sweating all day (scent/smell kink is my fav im SORRY.) plugging your nose and jutting his hips out harshly to make you gag and cough around his cock, the sinfully wet noise making him groan out a chuckle as he watched you cringe

any and all attempts to change his behavior end with gaslighting and fake hurt plastered on his face as he breaks your fucking back in bed

“ungh- you’re such a fucking good girl f’me.. i love your, pretty, im so sorry you feel the need to accuse me of such things- god squeeze my dick like that again, fuck yeah- i..uh- gonna make you cum so hard, show y’how this noisy cunt ‘sall mine..”

steals your panties and jacks off with them right fucking in front of you, dick swinging and balls out as he strikes himself with your panties pressed against his face. his bright ass blue eyes piercing into you while he noisily huffs in the smell of your pussy and licks up the crotch of them like the perverted degenerate he is

oh and when you try to break it off, setting him down to explain that he is just..too much.. for you, he goes ballistic.

grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to the bedroom, placing you down still surprisingly softly as he ferociously tears off your clothes and starts eating you out like his life depend on it (idk to him it might, he’s a loser)

once he’s got you all whiny and soft after a few mind-shattering orgasms, he’ll start coping and trying to slip you back into the haze of his glaringly obvious manipulative love

“don’t say stupid fucking shit, pretty, jus’cuz y’on your period or what-the-fuck-ever is going on in that lil head don’t mean you can treat me like this.”

hell chastise you while he fingers you, fingers blurred as he finger-fucks you dizzy, fishing his cock outta his dirty jeans and scoffing as you whine and cry again, shuffling up the bed

he pulls you in again by your ankles, a scarred hand quickly silencing you as it softly pressed against your throat, a silent threat, as he spoke patronizing words to your sex and lust filled mind,

“just be my good angel one more time, pretty,” he forces a crack in his voice, flexing his throat so he sounds tearful and sad, “i just..i love you s’much, wanna show my pretty girl, my everything, how much she means t’me,”

the second you nod he’s grinning manically and flipping you over, forcing his cock into your wet cunt and rabidly humping against your ass, dick barely leaving and inch before pumping right back in as deep as it’d fit.

he’d spit on your other puckered lil hole, making your cry and squirm yet again as he pushes his thumb against it, gut burning with lust and a perverted sense of affection

“no- nononono angel- calm it down, i jus’wanna feel your cute ass ‘round me, promise it’ll just be my thumb— yes pretty i pinky promise

(he ends up cumming in your ass i don’t make the rules mb)

other than failed breakups and gaslighting, dabi also likes getting his pretty wasted

like… really wasted.

dabi’ll give you shit after shot, even making you sit pretty for him while he spits Jack Daniels into your awaiting mouth

he spikes literally all drinks he makes you and it’s so obvious but he just tells you it’s to ‘loosen your bitchy ass up,’ but in his own special, joking tone.

cut to you blowing cum bubbles while you suck him off, completely drunk, head dizzy and body fuzzy as he records you almost mindlessly salivating over him.

“say hi to Shigaraki f’me, pretty, little bastard is gonna love seeing you all horned up and slutty~”

he also shotguns his blunt/pipe/bong hits to you—never lets you hit in your own

dabi loves it if you sit on his lap during this too, a rare domestic scene of you both just vibing and grinding, soft praises and touches that feel unreal coming from him

the he ruins it by slapping your ass and making you cook him dinner

wait i had a funny idea hold on

“babe can we please go see my momma today— it’s just that it’s m’birthday and you made me skip it last year..”

“pretty, that bitch hates my ass, why would we go see someone who hates us?” (notice he says ‘us’ anyways)

[cut to momma glaring at dabi the entire time they’re over and throwing shoes at him once he opens his fucking mouth]

kay that’s all for now ig

wait

sometimes when you’re falling asleep you can hear him obsessively rambling and mumbling abt how much he loves you, how disgusting everyone else alive is, how he’d kill anyone who dared talk to-LOOK at you, how he thinks you’re such a soft, beautiful little thing that he just wants to protect but oh how he fucking loves ruining your angel wings.

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Nature's embrace

Genshin Impact - Albedo

A/N: This was such a bliss to write, huhuh, inspiration kicked just in time. Also, shout out for @ticklygiggles for showing me this fanart that gave me the idea for this fic's plot. Also, huge thanks for @eliankrios for sponsoring this work!

Summary: During one of his expeditions to explore nature, Albedo runs into a unique kind of plant.

Word count: 2096 words

This was definitely not the kind of specimen Albedo hoped to find during his field trip. Certainly, it was an interesting discovery - given its unique features - but it would be best to study this plant if he wasn’t about to become its prey… Wait, was “prey” the right term to use here?

Albedo looked down at his limbs, studying his predicament more carefully. Despite lacking (or, at least, seeming to lack) a nervous system, the plant could control each of its vines skillfully. Its movements were… precise, almost calculated. Albedo could even be bold enough to suppose it was also studying him back, fiddling with some random parts of his outfit like if it was trying to find out what his clothes were. Interesting, Albedo noted mentally.

But there was no denying in the fact that the plant already seemed to understand what he was. The way the vines moved around Albedo’s limbs in a serpent-like motion and the surprisingly firm grip it kept on his body were what brought the theory that this plant was preying on him in the first place.

“I can’t reach my sword…” Albedo mumbled to himself in a rather calm tone, looking down to his things scattered around the tree - in which the plant’s main body seemed to be on. The alchemist let out a small sigh, knowing he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t interested in such peculiar flora. However, having the feeling that he would be molten into a puddle of nutrients and absorbed by the plant’s roots wasn’t exactly enticing his curiosity.

Albedo tilted his head back, leaning it against the bark. The alchemist looked up to his arms, moving his left wrist in circles and confirming, once again, that whatever this plant was up to, it didn’t seem like it was going to let him go.

“Perhaps it is a sentient specimen… It keeps fighting back my attempts to move away,” Albedo noted out loud, noticing that the vines entangled around his legs seemed to behave in the same way as the ones from above - a detail that only sparkled another question within his mind, after all, the plant seemed to be much bigger than he first expected.

Instead of multiple organisms working together to ensnare and feed off a larger prey, this actually was starting to look like one large being. Add to think vegetation would develop to this point… Albedo sighed, he really wished he could have discovered it in a different way.

Getting himself lost in thoughts and theories about his wild captor, Albedo could barely notice the shifts in his surroundings. It was only when one of the vines flicked against his cheek that the alchemist snapped back into reality, the sudden strange feeling catching his attention. Almost as if it was caressing him, the vine gently wiggled, leaving his skin coated with some kind of sticky substance. Maybe the sap?

Thankfully, Albedo thought, this wasn’t some kind of digestive fluid or acid. It didn’t feel like it was burning or provoking any kind of irritation on his skin, it was just… slightly cold. And sticky. Perhaps it was a substance the plant produced to avoid getting its vines dry. He would need to study that further later on.

That, of course, if he could free himself from whatever this plant had in store for him.

Albedo closed his eyes, ignoring the slightly annoying prodding against his cheek and focusing on using his elemental powers. Just carelessly releasing a burst would probably damage - and maybe even kill - this specimen, but if he could focus on producing just enough power to free one of his hands, then he could work his way out.

Still, he could be sure how his captor would react to such a thing. There was the slight chance that the vines would try to rip one of his limbs off his body, but this would also be a chance to find out if this thing had some sort of nervous system, after all.

A small, but bright orange glow started to come from his palm, spreading all the way to the tip of his fingers. Visualize it, Albedo, he thought, imagining some small, sharp rocks cutting the vine that kept his arm restrained above his head.

“H-huh?”

The feeling of something moving around his neck broke Albedo’s focus. One of the vines wrapped itself around his throat, but instead of trying to choke him - like he theorized - that tendril was… poking him?

Albedo narrowed his eyes, puzzled. He leaned his head to the side, trying to block the vine from moving around his neck, but being coated in the sap made it slip past his defenses, continuing to explore the new batch of skin it just found.

It felt… weird, or funny, if you will. Albedo unconsciously gritted his teeth inside his mouth while a confused look remained on his face. It felt like the vine was tracing the side of his neck, rubbing small circles against random spots. Just as Albedo was about to come up with another theory for this new behavior, the plant found its way to the golden star that rested on top of his adam's apple, flicking the tip of its tendril and making a surprised, high-pitched gasp escape Albedo’s lips.

“W-why did- pfft… agh, no,” the alchemist whined, using all his effort to suppress… a chuckle? The alchemist clenched his hands into fists, pressing eyes shut in a vain attempt of ignoring that… strange sensation.

There was no logic behind such behavior. Could this be some kind of defense mechanism because he tried to use his elemental powers? Could this strange plant really think so further ahead as to decide to tickle its prey in a way to incapacitate them? But before Albedo could further analyze the plant, he felt another vine moving. This time, the plant wrapped it around his arm and swiftly made its way inside the sleeve of his coat.

This simply couldn’t be happening.

The corner of Albedo’s lips threatened to curl up in a smile as that damned vine began to prod at the middle of his underarm and as if that alone was not enough, the tendril around his neck continued to move, tracing the underside of Albedo’s jaw in a way that sent shivers down the alchemist’s spine.

Albedo lowered his head and tried to pull his arms down, fighting the urge to smile that was building within himself. If this was, in fact, some sort of strategy to stop him from freeing himself, then all he needed to do was to focus. I can do it, Albedo told himself inside his head, putting up his best efforts to channel his attention away from the ticklish feeling.

The picture of sharp rock edges cutting the vines was harder to visualize, as if the image was getting blurry. Albedo pressed his lips shut, his breath hitching while the tendrils moved as they wished against his body.

The vine around his neck continued to explore each inch of skin that it could reach, stroking behind his ear, then down against the side of his neck and back under his chin. No matter how much Albedo tried to block it by moving his head and scrunching up his shoulder, that devious plant continued to find a way to slip past his defenses.

Of course, the one “attacking” his underarm was not far behind. For some reason, the sensation of it sneaking inside his coat made Albedo feel even more sensitive to its touch, feeling an electric sensation run from wherever it touched straight up to his brain. The vine wiggled against the middle of his hollow and even slid further to poke at the top of his ribcage - something that made Albedo want to crawl out of his skin and desperately jerk his arm down.

But even under all this stress, the alchemist felt like he was getting somewhere. He could feel a tiny stone forming above his palm, slowly taking the desired shape. The struggle, however, was to not get ahead of himself: if Albedo released that small amount of energy, he probably wouldn’t be able to damage the vines enough to free his arms and would have to start gathering it all over from zero. Steady, he told himself, feeling his body tremble with the quiet giggles that left his lips. Even if it was slow, there was still some progress and-

“Hnngh! N-nohoh! Gehehet out!” Albedo groaned, caught by surprise when another tendril started to move against his thigh. When did it even get there?!

Letting out a fit of laughter, the stone in Albedo’s palm shattered in a couple of tiny pieces that ended falling on top of his head. Great, there it goes with all his hard work, Albedo would’ve thought if he wasn’t busy laughing.

How could this thing even know which spot could disrupt his focus like that? Albedo tried to kick and pull his leg back, but this weird plant already had one of its vines wrapped around his ankle making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

Albedo couldn’t resist any longer. Technically speaking, wasting his energy in resisting the urge to laugh would take him nowhere. The alchemist laid his head on the tree’s back and laughed - maybe this would be enough for the plant to let him go?

Sadly (or thankfully) it was the opposite. It seemed that the more he smiled, the more he giggled, the more enticed to go on the plant got.

A fourth tendril crawled his torso, finding the opening between his shirt’s buttons and getting itself inside, quickly becoming part of Albedo’s demise as it tickled his stomach and chest.

The sensation of the sap against his bare skin made Albedo cringe, but he couldn’t get bothered by it for long as the tickling would soon take the room left in his brain. “Eheheh, l-leheheave me alohohone!” Albedo laughed, starting to blush a little.

If he had to name the worst one among his assaulters, it would definitely be the tendril tickling his leg. It kept wiggling back and forth between the back of his knee and under his thigh, pushing all the buttons to make Albedo utterly helpless and reduce him to a puddle of laughter.

At some point, Albedo somewhat wished this thing was actively trying to eat him. At least, he would be able to handle the situation or have his flight-or-fight response kicking in and making him more useful.

For some reason, Albedo didn’t feel like he was in danger. It could be the effect of some sort of pollen to make it less likely that he would harm the plant, but he felt… like having fun? Of course, he didn’t even want to start to think about how embarrassing it would be to get rescued from such a situation, but at the same time… he thought there was no need to hurry to do so.

The rational part of his brain, however, couldn’t help but feel uneasy about this whole situation. If he continued to laugh and squirm because of the ticklish attack of the vines, he would, eventually, be too weak and tired to fight back. What if the plant revealed its true man-eating nature at such a point? What would he do?!

“A-agh, sohohomeone- ahahah, h-hehehelp me!!” Albedo cried out softly through his laughter. Just as he called for aid, he felt the vines moving a little faster, tickling him harder and more mercilessly, almost as if they were… punishing him for it? “AhahAHAH, o-okahahay! I’m sohohorry!!”

Just how helpless did he need to be to be begging for mercy to a plant? Still, Albedo let out a sigh of relief when it seemed to work. The vines eased the pressure against his skin and slowed down again, making Albedo think this was indeed some sort of playful creature that just wanted… to mess with him.

“Don’t worry, Albedo, help will arrive at the right moment,” Aether mused to himself. The traveler, sitting on top of a high branch, used one hand to hold the binoculars in front of his eyes while the free one swung and twirled mid air, almost as if he was a puppeteer pulling the strings… case in point. “For now, let’s keep having fun,” Aether chuckled, channelling more dendro energy to summon a fifth vine and making Albedo’s laughter raise a pitch.

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #albedo #lee!albedo #ticklish!albedo #tickle fic #there is a bit of #ler!aether #but shhh #commission #to: eliankrois

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Clown Reader and the monster yan scientist introduced to their show to teach it about the world -

You enter the dimly lit patted cell with your hands against the wall as the metal door slams shut behind you. The stale air is pungent - acidic. Your nails chip at wearing paint as they scrape along the crevices in the walls as you stumble through the dark, tripping over your own signed merch and what you will yourself to believe are plastic dolls. The sole source of light in the room emits from a television in its far right corner. Matted hair and skeletal fingers obscure the familiar vibrant set on display - your own, chipper voice reverberating throughout the hollow prison.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes, wrap your arms around your chest, and give a biiiig squeeze. That's me, hugging you! - until next time. See you soon!"

The hands peel away from the tv with a wet sliick! as the arms attached fall around its shadowed frame. A tiny doll rests nestled in the crook of its elbow as the shadow rasps and coos in delight - lengthy, slime drenched ashen tongue patting the toy's rosy cheek. The teeth embedded into the muscle flattened againat the doll's face as it drags across - retracting into the grey flesh and leaving the plush exterior unscathed. You step back; beady, sunken eyes darting in your direction as your foot lands on the voicebox stitched into the stomach of one of your dolls.

"Cuddle me!"

The shadow drops to all four, cradling the arm with your doll to its chest. You soon realize it's number of limbs was double by three as five hands find perch on parts of your body. A growl rumbles in its throat and through your teeth, but as its jaws draw towards your neck it stops to sniff your skin. The creature looks between you and the doll in its hand, chittering softly as its eyes switch between the mini you and the real thing. You crack a smile, blinking tears from your eyes.

"H-hey, big guy! My friends out there tell me you're a fan, and from the looks of you, you might be the biggest! What's your name?"

The creatures hisses return with vengeance at the mention of others, but break into gentle purrs at the acknowledgment of being your greatest fan. It lets you go, searching around and plucking something off the breast pocket of one of those dolls you saw earlier. It licks the rectangle clean of the viscous fluid staining its frontside. It shoves the nametag in your face, tapping its claws against the plastic.

"Kevin? Your name is Kevin?"

The creature coos again, nodding its head before dipping in to sweep its tongue cross your cheek. Your smile becomes a little more genuine as you wipe your face on your sleeve. You extend your arms as it drops the doll and holds out theirs. "It's nice to meet you, Kevin."

Crackposts because yes:

Clown Reader, pointing at the scientists hiding behind thick glass: Kevin, can you tell me who this is?

Kevin, growling: Sinclair....

Clown Reader: Right! [Points at themselves] Who am I?

Kevin: Spouse.

Clown Reader: It's Y/n, actually

Kevin: Mine.

Clown Reader: Y/n

Kevin: Love.

Clown Reader: Ok, gang! Hope you're all ready to meet the new member to our crew.

Clown Reader, walks back stage and pulls a paper mask over Kevin's head: Alright, Kev! This is your first show. If you be good, we can do all tons of stuff together. Remember our number one rule?

Kevin: No biting. No scratching. No eating. Smile and wave

Clown Reader: Wonderful! Well, we can't keep them waiting any longer

[Clown Reader leads Kevin outside who immediately side eyes a literal puppet, pointing at its sockets before pointing down at it. The puppet silently sinks below the table.]

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #clown reader #yandere text #yandere drabble #kevin my oc

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my clinically insane deltarune theories lol

Susie is going to become a healer and Ralsei is going to become a fighter, which is going to reflect their character development somehow.

Obviously, the main thing leading me to making this theory is Susie's learning of "Ultimate Heal" from Ralsei. It's a bit of a joke right now, as it barely heals anything, but I believe that Susie is going to become a better healer as we keep playing the game, and she will get items you can equip on her that help her with this, and Ralsei will end up becoming our main attacker instead.

We see numerous weapons equipable on Ralsei lower his magic stat, but increase his attack. The most notable of these weapons is of course the one you get from Spamton.

There's hints of where their development might go in the story, too. We'll start with Susie. Susie opens up more to everyone and showing kindness in both chapters 1 and 2. In 2, she acts a bit as a catalyst for both Berdly and Noelle's arcs, as this chapter centers primarily on both of them and their growth. Or only one of them if you know, you...

though admittedly, I think Kris does more for Noelle here than Susie, with Susie being Noelle's love interest harboring qualities that Noelle admires, and Kris actually helping Noelle face her fears more and become stronger. You know. In one of two ways, one less horrific than the other. HOWEVER, let's look at them more closely. In Snowgrave, it's implied that Susie and Noelle were up to something while you were away.

sussy. There's more dialogue proving this but this shit be subtle as a brick so I'm using it.

I think that Susie definitely did something to comfort Noelle here, and you know... comforting... healing...

Ok and now let's look at Ralsei. In chapter 1, he learns that sometimes you do need to use violence to solve problems; healing King is not the way to go. He mentions in Chapter 2 that fighting sometimes might be a beneficial choice to you, and you don't need to exclusively SPARE your enemies. While you, him and Susie split up, he learns sarcasm from Susie, while Susie, of course, learned a healing spell from him. Then we have the acid trip with him. Here's what I consider key lines of dialogue.

So, Ralsei thinks its cool that Susie is brash and abrasive, and he's still figuring himself out. That's what these lines indicate here. Ralsei is going to come into his own and I can see him possibly learning to be a bit tougher along the way? He starts the story very submissive, even stating that he'd let you hit him.

and in a genocide type run of chapter 1, he never acknowledges you, the player,'s actions at all, instead continuing to follow his script. In this story, Ralsei has shown that he lives for following this script, more or less, having waited his whole life for you and Susie to show up, constantly insisting Kris is the leader, when it's clearly Susie, and doing everything he can to hide the presence of this entity controlling Kris from Susie and hide whatever he has planned with Kris from you, the player, as we see him in 2 scenes so far asking Kris to close their eyes and imagine what Susie is doing, and then get cut off in the midst of a mysterious conversation when Susie meets up with them again- something that is definitely going to be recurring throughout the chapters until (possibly) in classic Toby Fox fashion, our expectations are subverted and perhaps Susie actually learns what's happening through a series of particular events. I think that much like we saw with Noelle, Ralsei will become stronger and might be forced to go against this script himself due to whatever circumstances cross his path, as it seems to me that him following this script isn't particularly great for him and so he will be punished by the narrative for it and forced to grow. By becoming a fighter like Susie, his development of becoming stronger will be reflected in the gameplay.

2. Rouxls will become more important.

So far Rouxls has done literally nothing but barely get in our way and be a huge fucking dweeb. Toby doesn't do that type of thing, make a character who has no significance to the plot, gameplay, character development or lore at all whatsoever. I don't read into the lore of deltarune that much to know if maybe this guy has some lore but its his weird ass face that has me thinkin.

that weird ass strip of flesh over his mouth. The meltiness kind of reminds me of...

yeah. I also notice parallels to Papyrus in his character, in that both are arrogant, both consider themselves important to a person in power (yes I know who else fits those first two things as well but hear me out the third and fourth ones are the kicker), both make shitty puzzles that are really easy to solve and both are pretty incompetent (sorry Papyrus) I think that he's not going to be a villain but that there's some lore to him we might learn later on that at least makes him a tragic character in some way since he's such a comic relief dumbass there's no way in hell anyone could ever take him seriously as a villain, so making us sympathize with him instead is likely the way to go, and we'll of course learn this stuff over in Castle Town since he won't be able to join us in the dark world (which means probably not seeing him until maaaaybe the end of chapter 3 depending on how it goes). I think he has some connection to Gaster, though, especially with the smile motif that is going on with everyone thus for who has also had a connection to Gaster. I also think he might have some connection to Papyrus in some weird ass way. Which leads into my next theory...

3. The Darkners somehow reflect the lightners. Not a new theory. Not at all. I know. But I have a theory coming FROM this theory!

I think it's pretty obvious that Queen and King reflect Toriel and Asgore. Both are divorcees, Queen is overbearing like Toriel, and just wants to make everyone happy, much like how Toriel wants to protect you in Undertale, and King, much like Asgore in Undertale, does things that are morally questionable for what he believes is the greater good much like was the case with Asgore in Undertale. Ralsei I'm not sure about though lol. I have a couple theories and I'll go through them real fast.

A. Ralsei is a reflection of the SOUL.

the biggest pointer to this is the heart on his chest.

this could also represent who he serves, which is of course going to be the soul, as Ralsei has shown that he is subservient to the player, not Kris. He was definitely created with the soul in mind, that much can be said for certain, and as we know, the soul was probably created by Gaster (I think? I gotta read up on that again LOL) so it can be assumed that Ralsei is as well. I think that him resembling Asriel and his friendly demeanor are present so that Kris can be comforted, but because its been made clear that Kris doesn't like Ralsei, this isn't actually working at all.

B. Ralsei is a reflection of Kris.

Most notable is his red horns and resemblance to Asriel, and the fact that Kris wanted to fit in more with their family. This is not a new theory and I've heard it before.

Now, I am who I am, so I'm going to make a leap in judgement here, and I give absolutely zero fucks about what any of you think.

Berdly's is Spamton.

Fuck you.

I'm saying it. And if I'm right, you owe me twenty fucking dollars. All of you. All of you that thought I was wrong. If I'm wrong then umm...

I'll just cry myself to sleep like I always do. :...D

Ok so basically here's the deal. What do these two guys have in common? Both wanted some weird ass way to find relevance. Spamton is a salesman, he wanted his shit to sell, make money, be a big shot, right? And Berdly...? He's a student. He learns that the way he can make it to have people's eyes on HIM is to be smart.

To find this success, what did each do...?

(might not be Mike but I think the implication is strong that Mike is the man on the phone that helped him...)

That's right rely on someone else, you got it right! Yay! Hooray! Gold star for you, honey! Not only this, but without this person, they would be nothing. Berdly states this himself, but hasn't seen what life is like without Noelle helping him study, but he knows that he isn't ready for it. Spamton is already without the person helping him, and becomes a nobody as a result. Both characters were initially ignored by everyone prior to gaining this notoriety and both are also shown to be kind of self absorbed. Look, Berdly is a sweetie, but he also does have a tendency to make everything about himself. Spamton on the other hand is shown to kind of project onto others, which in a way is kind of him making things... about himself...!

Okay, so what else is there? Berdly and Spamton are both killed by Noelle in the Snowgrave route. Both have similar features (glasses, pointy nose/beak, and Spamton NEO resembles a bird) and both are not exactly treated that well by Queen.

Both have bossfights that mirror eachother, even recycling very similar dialogue.

Both also have some involvement with Noelle: Spamton had the whole "friend finder" thing that promised to help her find Dess, and Berdly is her friend. They also both take advantage of Noelle in some way, with Berdly using her to get good grades, and Spamton helping Kris take advantage of her and kill Berdly which somehow allows him to find his fame again- both use Noelle to their advantage as both find success because of her helping them in some way.

Both are also being controlled by something/someone in chapter 2, Spamton is going through something similar to what Kris is going through and Berdly willingly lets himself get manipulated by Queen, both seem to be unhappy in this situation as well, with Berdly trying his darndest to see some affection from Queen who clearly doesn't give a damn about him, and also him mostly working for her as she threatened Noelle and promised him her safety and a world where they could be smart together if he worked for her, as she targets his obsession with his intelligence as a way to get him to stay on her side. As for some brief proof that Spamton's unhappy, if you even need it, Spamton says this line of dialogue:

I know it's a bit of a stretch. But fuck you :)

4. We aren't going to be constantly having a new "Snowgrave route" for every new chapter, and Toriel might not actually kill Undyne.

I saw this theory that Undyne and Toriel are gonna be the characters we hang with in chapter 3. Personally, while yes I do agree, Tori's a given and Undyne is likely, I think it'd be too predictable and repetitive for every chapter to have a snowgrave-esque route. Cheap, even. Also I'm totally not salty at all that you guys really think they're gonna kill my favorite Zora after they just did the same to my favorite Rito :( Undyne was my fave in Undertale. You can't do this to me :...( If anything, Noelle is going to probably be a recurring character in the game, and might be the only one to get a "snowgrave" type route. Or one of the only ones, anyway. She's constantly referred to as "Angel" which we see in the deltarune itself there's an angel on it

And on the ferris wheel she mentions growing angel wings. Not to mention that her being the angel goes along well with her Christmas motif.

Catti and Jockington appear to be characters who will also get roles in later chapters. Both of THEM are shown to have a relationship to Noelle. Noelle is on the track team with Jockington I believe, and she interacted with him on her blog, and Catti has mentioned Noelle and Noelle has mentioned going to Catti's house. It's also clear to me she isn't that close to either of them and Catti is kind of creepy, mentioning how she doesn't want Noelle to get closer to Susie as indicated here.

I think that because of this, Noelle might actually be important in the chapter where they get the spotlight as well. It is very possible Noelle might snowgrave again with them, though. It's just clear and evident to me that Noelle has not lost the spotlight.

BUT YOU KNOW WHO HAS LOST IT?! MY BOY MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!!!

5. Berdly is not important anymore and will never get the spotlight again.

(no fucking clue why it says "large" bro is barely taller than Kris and probably weighs as much as a paper clip but whatever)

Also he breaks his arm in one of the routes which means he's only going to be in the light world now and so any development he gets from here will be through his dialogue there in the routes where he lives. I bet it will be super cute and fun and stuff and Toby please make Krerdly canon I dont care if Berdly rejected Kris he clearly is out of touch with his romanceuality so he doesn't know who he actually does have feelings for and i think it would be very cute if he'd talk to Kris all cute like that ahaha... but yeah he'll develop more in his dialogue in the light world if you let him live which makes killing him more devastating to the 9 people who actually like him (aka me)

More proof to him losing relevance is the fact that he's the character who I think has gotten the most development besides I guess Lancer? In that we know a lot about him. I'm writing a story based on chapter 2 rn, and either its because I relate to Berdly a lot or because we know a lot about him that he's really easy to write. Us knowing a lot about him means that we might not learn that much more about him.

Anywayyyyy Berdly's loss of getting to be in the spotlight is ironic to his character of wanting to be seen and loved and so yeah haha rip my boy.

6. Monsters in deltarune bleed and they don't die like Undertale monsters.

Throughout chapter 1, there's a lot of references to blood. As well as chapter 2. ...

...

And Snowgrave being labelled as "fatal" indicates that Berdly is in fact dead when he's frozen by Noelle, and this makes sense because the route would have far LESS impact if he wasn't killed and instead just "fallen down" or whatever other theories there are. He's clearly dead. I'm sorry for our loss we lost a real gamer. o7

I am now going to write Berdly's eulogy. Goodnight.

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