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pepperoni-pasta-8 · 2 months

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treasure -> zero : fever -> the world -> golden hour

something something evolution of desire something something

#I’ll have more coherent thoughts later #but #I’m thinking #ateez #golden hour

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yetdevout · 1 year

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KILL HIM NOW! I GOT A HUNDRED THOUSAND FOR WHOEVER BLOW THAT BITCH BRAINS OUT

#/ref #it’s 4:40 am so these are my only coherent thoughts throughout this whole thing #i’ll have more later but. yes #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted quinn

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verocitea · 5 months

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Just finished Sonic Prime S3 and it was… okay! Animation and voice acting were incredible (I am obsessed with Ian Hanlin’s Shadow), but idk I’m just not sure how to put how I feel about the story & conclusion into words atm… I had fun with it though!

#maybe I’ll have more coherent thoughts later.. who knows!#DEFINITELY not gonna be treating it as canon lol #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #also omg gemrl mention hi bestieeee 💖💖💖#did y’alll see him he did great

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abnerkrill · 8 months

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i think I’m gonna float around all day/even all week in a state of joyous disbelief. i can’t think anything except a weird frantic “we did it joe!!!!!!” that i probably shouldn’t say out loud as many times as I want to.

but I love & I treasure how for the rest of my life I will point to this as a shift in my positions artistically and politically. i got involved, and I might have been overseas for it, but the solidarity and togetherness of the striking writers... everyone who pitched in financially or with moral support. the fan campaigns, from silly to dead serious. getting to help organize the LOTR picket at Amazon. saluting Diane Duane and Neil Gaiman in the fans4wga mod group chat whenever they boosted our news or fact-check posts to tens of thousands. practicing communicating tactfully and strategically even when I wanted to throttle people on tumblr dot com!!

@destinationtoast I do partially blame fans4wga’s existence on you telling me to do something about it. 😂

@detectivechen @equalseleventhirds all my love forever. no one’s doing it like us. ❤️

oh and you can read the contract language here if you want but tl;dr the WGA wasn’t wrong, it is an exceptional deal, and they got stuff that has been sidelined/pushed aside in previous negotiations, primarily i think because of the immense leverage the strike generated for them. it’s a huge win.

#I’ll have more coherent thoughts later. but strikes work solidarity works. solidarity is so fucking necessary.#it’s a good deal. this will define my career and the careers of every film/tv writer for a long long time.#it’s gonna be a watershed moment we all look back at. and I’m so glad I got to do it with all of my friends and peers

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shellyseashell · 9 months

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i wonder how much of arthur was shaped by the sword in the stone. like just pulling the sword out of the stone, not even mentioning the following wars. suddenly learning that your father isn’t actually your father (and he doesn’t know who his actual father is that point, so who knows what he’s thinking in that regard) and you’re supposed to be king but everyone doubts your legitimacy and you’re not even sure you have legitimacy and do you even want to be king? you don’t have a choice anyway. that’s a lot for anyone to handle, let alone a 12-15 year old.

#malorydaily #arthuriana #arthurian #I have more to say but it’s late I’m tired and I can’t form thoughts #I’m sure some of it will come back up later #so maybe I’ll say more when I’m more coherent

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blue-mood-blue · 2 years

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CRACK THEORY: The next section of the journal is scent-activated, and the lingering wisps of cologne on Juno will make that bad boy pop open with some more secrets as soon as Juno gets back in range.

Nureyev dumped obscene amounts of the stuff on him in preparation of a brief encounter with Juno. This is the meaning of the “the journal will open when we meet again” line. This has been the plan all along. Nureyev has so many spare bottles of cologne.

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #tpp spoilers #juno steel #peter nureyev #junoverse #IGNORE ME I am still processing that episode #i’ll have more coherent thoughts later but right now I’m just AAAAAA

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thymeofarrival · 10 months

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finally watched c3 episode 65 today and gods I love how marisha played laudna’s struggle to hold it together in the aftermath of bordor and the jealousy of the other group and just all of it. and imodna! being canon! I heard that it happened of course but not how and the sort of feeling I got from them of disbelief that it was actually happening and the whole “I can’t hear your thoughts anymore” was all just so good. being able to be in crowds without pain must be worth losing the music of laudna’s thoughts, but it must be so strange too for imogen to have been without her music due to physical distance and then be back with her and still not be able to hear it. to reassure herself of laudna’s presence without actually having to go and check

#critical role #I might have more coherent thoughts later I might not #eventually I’ll catch up and be able to watch live again

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samissimo · 11 months

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Today I was only going to play Zelda for a little bit and then go finally start some artfight attacks, but I ended up deciding to finally fight Ganondorf and finish the story (after I got the final few Bubbulfrogs). I’ve really enjoyed this game a lot, and will likely still be playing for some time since I haven’t finished all the sidequests yet. Excited to see all the art and stuff people have been making that I’ve been avoiding looking up in case of accidental spoilers (thankfully nothing that ended up on my dash was spoilers). I will tag any spoilers I reblog. I think I’ve been tagging them “#loz totk spoilers” for the few that I’ve previously reblogged.

#I do also have some thoughts about the Ganondorf fight but can’t remember how to do a read more on mobile so #maybe I’ll just make a separate post later #or maybe someone else has already commented about something I noticed #we’ll see #sam talks about games #sam talks about zelda #I also really want to put the original purpose of these tags to use and write up all my thoughts in a coherent post

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sonarspace · 3 months

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love sick king, sukuna

wc: 1.6k content: soft sukuna. just sukuna being in love. and slight nsfw. not proofread as usual. a/n: thinking of sukuna and how over in his head he would be when you first start dating cause you mean so much to him and he just wants to get it right.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

your first kiss. lips soft against his. he can taste the cherry chapstick when his tongue lulls out over your lips asking to be let in. a soft groan eliciting from him at the touch of your tongues. but he doesn’t push you further. he pulls back, eyes dilated. “we should stop..” he whispers. his thumb caressing your swollen lips. “okay. goodnight,” you chirp opening the door to your room and slipping in.

he walks back to his room. only thought in his head was your lips. he spends his night thinking about the kiss. wondering if you were too.

he steals glances when you serve him and his men dinner. not that you did this very often, only when you wanted to see him be a love sick puppy. he asks you to bring him the bread plate. “can i get some bread rolls, please?” he asks looking your way. his politeness while speaking to you doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the table. usually he would command not ask. they silently smirk at seeing him behave this way. their king had fallen in love.

his fingers lightly touch yours. electricity coursing through both your bodies. a blush creeps on his face as he grabs the bread roll from your hands. cute. you think to yourself. you could tease him about this later. “sukuna?” a voice brings up out of the trance. lost in your touch. lost in your eyes.

you move back to the kitchen. giddy. he comes after a while. “hey,” his voice gains your attention. you quickly move over to him. your arms move around his neck as his take their rest on your waist. “hi,” you smile.

both of you waiting for the other to make the first move. waiting to be kissed. you both hold eye contact. having a whole conversation without saying anything. you kiss him on the cheek and pull away “gotta clean up my king.” his heart skips a beat whenever you refer to him as your king. he wanted to be yours forever.

no advances are made by the either for you for the rest of the week. keeping your distances from each other. a knock comes at your door in the morning. sukuna stands outside your door. fiddling with his fingers — nervous with anticipation.

you open the door, half asleep. the early morning sun shining through the curtains lightening your frame. dressed in a skimpy white night gown, the robe loosely tied around. “sukuna,” you whisper sleep lacing your voice. “did you need something?” you ask with your head lulled to the side.

“um—” unable to form a coherent sentence at a upon seeing your morning look. your puffy eyes. slumped body. he wants to hold you in his arms. he wishes he could wake up to you every day. how much better his day would be if you were by his side. “sukuna,” you stretch the vowel trying to bring him back to you.

he clears his throat. “yes um, just wanted to ask you something.” can i kiss you? can you call me yours? will you be my girlfriend? marry me? he shakes his head as if the thoughts would clear but they stay lingering in the back of his mind when he asks you “will you go on a date with me?”

“took you long enough but yes i’d love to,” you smile at him. “perfect. i’ll pick you up at 7,” he returns your smile. it tugs at your heart. he should smile more often you think to yourself. a new goal to keep him smiling. “okay sweet cheeks. see you then.” he raises his eyebrows at the nickname. “now.. let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he warns jokingly. “too late,” you wink at him.

as promised sukuna’s outside your door at 7. an array of flowers in a bouquet in his hand. he knocks lightly. “come in!” you yell from inside. “it’s sukuna,” he replies back. in case you were expecting someone else. “i know. come in. i need your help.” he closes the door behind him, “in here,” you call out from the closet. he drops the bouquet on your coffee table and makes his way to you.

“close your eyes,” you yelp when you see him approaching. “but you just told me to come in?” he retorts. “i know but keep your eyes closed.” you walk over to where he’s standing and grab his hands. he hold his breath. “can you help me zip up this dress without looking?” you ask. “sure can,” he smirks. “you’re dirty,” you pout. “aw now no need to pout.” he catches you off guard. he just knew you too well. “i never claimed otherwise. now turn around.”

you put his hands on your shoulders and turn around. he can feel the material under his hands. “go ahead,” you whisper trying to hide how bad his touch was getting to you. he feels for the zip under his fingers. slowly moving over the straps and then to your bare skin. he inhales deeply at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. soft and smooth. just how he imagined it. his hands make their way to the middle of your back. a small metal like piece comes in his grasp and he pulls it up, slowly. trying to savor the moment you let him this close to you.

“thank you. now keep your eyes closed and walk back outside and wait for me.” you order him and he abides. who would’ve the thought the king would be so love sick he would be taking orders. definitely not him. he smiles at the thought. happy to do anything you asked of him. soon after he leaves you follow him out to the hallway.

you’re dressed in a sheer black dress with lace flowers dotting it. hugging your body just the way he wishes to. unable to control himself he lets out a whistle at which you laugh and give him a twirl “do you like?” you ask him. “yes,” he grabs your waist mid twirl and pulls you in. shorter than him even with heels you look up at him with a big smile. he holds back from kissing and instead hands you the colorful bouquet “for you, my lady”.

still in the palace you step outside to his grand garden. he brings you to an area filled with different array of roses. the sun bidding its farewell to the sky and shining a perfect shade of gold made it look like a scene out of the movie. a stone table with stone benches on either side under the white pillars welcomed you.

breathtaking. that’s what you looked like he thinks. if that word was a person, it would be you. his hand grasps yours as you make conversation about everything and nothing. leftover dessert lingers on the side of your lip. his finger comes up to wipe it away. he thinks about pulling you in and kissing you. and you wait for it to come but it doesn’t. you both walk hand in hand. you looking up at the stars and talking about different constellations as he guides you through the garden and back into the house. he loves how excited you sound so he listens to every word you say carefully. he walks you to your room like always. and like last time you expect him to kiss you goodbye but he doesn’t. instead he kisses you on the cheek.

he wanted you to be the one to initiate the kiss. to confirm that you felt the same way he did but when you don’t he leaves you with a quick peck on the cheek.

he sighs when he reaches his bedroom. wondering if what you felt for each other was mutual. he lets his head fall back to the door muffling the sound of your knock. you wait for him patiently. maybe he didn’t want to see you, you thought.

but you’d regret it if you didn’t at least try. so you knock once more and almost instantly he opens the door. still dressed in the same clothes. you move in quickly. your hands grab his face and pull him down for a deep kiss. he moans into the kiss, shutting the door behind you.

his hands move under your thighs and your legs wrap around him like they were made to always keep him in your hold. he falls with you on the bed. he pulls back for a moment, quickly getting rid of anything that would halt either of your movements.

your walls are snug around him as he pushes in. you fit together perfectly. the way a key fits a lock. hard to choose between going fast and feeling good or going slow and savoring the moment, he chooses the latter.

he wishes he could stay in this moment forever. your sweet voice calling out his name in a fervor of pleasure. your eyes threatening to close “keep your eyes on me, doll,” he huffs. soon he brings you both to a state of ecstasy. you let go with a deep moan of his name “sukuna, oh fuck”. and he follows suit. painting your walls white. panting your name. his head falls to your neck. both of you breathing heavily. your fingers tangle into his pink locks as he leaves kisses behind your ear, on your neck, over your collarbone.

“sleep with me tonight,” he tells you and you nod an okay. “too tired to move, anyway.” you say making him chuckle. he cleans you up and pulls you in his arms. “i love you”, he whispers into your hair when he’s sure you’re asleep. he hopes you’re dreaming of him. dreaming of a life with him. just as he does.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n pt. 2: had a half mind to end this over him not hearing you knock and keeping it angsty. but i’m nice :)

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dumbandfunn · 1 month

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cowboy!rafe teaching spoiled!reader how to ride 🤞🤞🤞

oh i love this

“i don’t know if i can,” you murmur, watching with widened eyes as he tightens up the saddle on his horse stood a few metres from you. he was getting fed up now, it had been a back and forth like this for almost ten minutes now; and lord knows patience definitely wasnt his virtue. he scoffs out something that sounded like a laugh, pulling you by your arm and manhandling you to be stood on the step stool he had already gotten ready. “begged me all day yesterday to teach you baby, s’you’re gonna sit on this damn horse for more than five minutes, alright? got shit to do and i’m here taking time out of my day for this, hm?” you sigh heavily out of your nose, nodding nonetheless, jolting backwards ever so slightly when the animal in front of you almost mimics you, rafe’s fingers only squeezing your hips tighter to keep you in place. you look back at him, eyebrows creased and bottom lip adorably jutted out. “what if i fall off?”

“you won’t. s’why i’m here.”

“—get. on.”

you nod slowly, throwing one leg over the placid mount, a quiet squeal leaving you when he moves just slightly. your eyes were squeezed shut, having abandoned the hand rafe had held out for you when you finally got on to now holding on to the leather saddle for a fear of your life. it was fine at first, it wasn’t so bad, not until the horse started to move from a mere pat on the side from your boyfriend.

“i want to get off,” you cried out, frantically looking back at rafe who looked more amused than you’ve probably ever seen him. that definitely fuelled your tantrum. his amusement didn’t last long, not when you were practically screaming for him (and your life) when the horse started to get spooked from your dramatics. “jesus christ,” he grits. he manhandled you off that horse the exact same way he got you on, muttering under his breath, and you falling silent because you knew just how much you had pissed him off. “you never listen to me, i said i wanted to get off— and now—” you cut yourself off, doe eyed and chewing down on your bottom lip at his intense stare down at you. he looked deep in thought, swiping a hand across his mouth in frustration. “rafey i really tried,” you murmur.

“tried?” he mimics, and you nod up at him.

“how about we give you somethin’ else to try? seein’ as you wanted to ride something so bad huh?”

no doubt he has you quivering in his lap a mere five minutes later, dress bunched up to your tits and rutting up into you just a little extra hard than usual, muttering out between grunts about how he still has to fuck the attitude out of you, and how you’re not always gonna get your way around him. you were practically mewling in his shoulder, biting down on his skin occasionally when it got just a little bit too much. “yeah? you like that baby? s’this what you really wanted,” he huffs out. the squelching sound of where you were connected making your head roll back, absolutely no coherent sentences leaving your lips.

“i’ll be good i promise, i’ll try again tomorrow” you manage, whining and clawing at any part of him you could find, frantic eyes from his slightly parted lips down to the small bulge he had created in your stomach.

“yeah’ i know you will— shit”

#anon #🐆#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #bratty! reader #cowboy!rafe

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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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sorry not sorry but.

Vox having so shitty day that when he sees reader chatting with someone just a little bit too happily, he can't help but aggressively sub in the evening (idk how else to call it). Like, he's riding you as if his life depends on it, bitching non-stop about "who else could offer you so much things? who else could make you feel so good?" and stuff

but in the end, he's an actually desperate mess, whining about how he'd do anything, just don't leave him. He's not this insecure usually at all, no, it's just a really terrible day

warnings — sub vox, use of a strap, smut but lowkey it’s kinda fluffy smut at the end

a/n — so I should clarify that since I have so many requests to get too, all of them will probably be short drabble like this, maybe shorter.

summary — my thoughts on the request above in the form of a low effort drabble.

Oh, poor baby. After an already terrible day of his fragile ego taking hit after hit, seeing you happily talking to someone else would end him. Maybe he had to sit through one of Val’s tantrums, or he had an excessive amount of meetings, and maybe he lost an argument to his rival the radio demon.

And then on top of that, you’re just having so fun talking to some random person without him. As if he wasn’t even there. He’s analyzing everything about the scene, why your body’s are ever so slightly leaning towards eachother, the smile on your face, the eye contact.

He’s pissy but he’s also just genuinely hurt. Like oh, just his luck; an already shitty day gets shittier! Why not just have his lover leave him for some ugly ass nobody.

He’d approach you later that evening and literally not wait to be all over you, telling you to get your strap, and pulling you down onto the bed.

No because imagine he’s just humping and grinding on your strap faster and faster as he’s glitching and rambling. You don’t even know what he’s on about because it all seems so random and internalized, as if he’s not even really talking to you. And the glitching and moaning doesn’t help make it coherent.

“No one else would w—wzz—worship you like I do, make you feel so good,” Vox would remark, more to himself than you. “No one would want you as much as I do—“

He’s interrupting himself and cutting himself off by whining, and he’s fucking himself onto your plastic dick so aggressively that you’re sure it’s hurting him. Honestly, you were a little worried about this behavior.

“Vox, baby—“ you try but he just moans loudly and speeds up, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.

You don’t even have to praise or degrade him because he’s literally doing it all himself, not even letting you get a word in.

“Nngh—zzzh— No one would be such a slut for you. Not like me,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut intensely, “Tell me i’m perfect, tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had, tell me i’m good enough. I—“

”Vox!” You interrupt, sitting up fully and putting a tight grip on his hips, preventing him from moving. He whines at the loss of friction. “Vox, sweetheart, slow down.”

The lack of movement from your strap makes his brain fuzzy and needy, causing him to let one tear fall across his screen.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Even with your dick inside him, your words showed no trace of flirtation, only sincere concern.

He squirms in your lap, trying to get you going again, “I just—ungh—fffuck. Please. I need you, I need you. ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry! I’ll do anything, please don’t stop. Please don’t leave me!”

At this point more tears drizzled down poor vox’s screen as he uselessly rutting down onto you. Your heart pangs as you examine he’s pathetic demeanor. Your hand links around his waist and you flip him onto the mattress.

Placing a kiss on his lips, cheek, and then neck, you start to move inside him once again. “You are perfect,” you praise, speeding up, “You are good enough, baby. You’re wonderful.”

He whines at your movements as he cries more desperately. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. I could never leave you, I will never leave you.”

Your pace becomes quicker, but you treat him gently, bringing his hands individually up to your lips and pressing soft kisses on each, before interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the mattress.

He whines and squirms underneath you, sobbing loudly, sending a spark of electricity uncomfortably through your body. You recover from the buzz fast.

“So pretty, so good for me,” you praise softly, “You have all my attention now, Vox. You have nothing to worry about.”

a/n — wasn’t aware if you wanted boypussy vox or just for me to be normal for once— so i left it up to interpretation.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #inbox open #dom reader #vox x reader #sub vox #vox smut

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