#My brain is screaming at meeee.

[exhaustedwriterartist]

Ooohhh mannn. I'm dealing with bad imposter syndrome rn.

I want to post the comic soon, but school has been a bit of a set back for that. Thank you for your patience. <3

A little vent discussing OOH and just generalish stress about it below. (Please don't feel like you have to read this. It's just my brain spitting out some thoughts.)

I'm really worried about how OOH is going to go. I worried that some things will be ooc or will be plain dumb or cringe and I don't realize it. I'm probably worrying about nothing, but I'm still worried it will be a disappointment.

Man the bad thoughts and doubt are really trying to stress me out with this.

Besides that though, I'm also not how I should draw this comic. Should I do more my style, should this be fully colored, would it be ok if it was just one rendered page at the beginning and the end? I genuinely don't know what I should do and don't know how much I can handle drawing, because I have to keep in mind that I want to make this a full on comic.

I don't know what exactly brought on this stress, but it may be partly because I dumbly watched someone react to a fan fiction that was honestly no bueno (the fic had nothing to do with TMNT or anything with any fandom). But I think that has made me worry about my own fiction, and yeahhhh I shouldn't do this to myself it's not helping me.

It also probably because school and the things that need to be done before I graduate.

I feel like I want to discuss OOH with one of my moots though, just to make sure that the story ideas I have so far, because I will admit there is some improv going on, make sense and I would really appreciate some feedback.

Honestly any feedback on what I have posted so far would be very helpful at the moment.

Would any of my moots want to be a guinea pig for OOH? Things would be spoiled though. There is no pressure and I will probably delete this in a day or two.

Sorry for the vent. Thank you for reading this if you did.

#exhausted's half awake jumbles #I don't really feel like tagging OOH here. #My darn anxiety is at it again. #My brain is screaming at meeee. #I'll probably be off here until later in the evening #I need to finish some projects #love y'all <3

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Currently putting together some music to listen to when working on one of my WIPs and I fear I might have created the most devastating playlist in existence

#today is not a writing day I’m afraid. i can feel my brain not braining #and I need the little brain power available for my actual job (unfortunately) #which is frustrating bc I’m very close to being done with one of my wips but eh. at least I get to do silly stuff like this #watch me write with tears streaking down my face screaming ‘I KNOW I COULD HAVE LOVED YOU BUT YOU WOULD NOT LET MEEEE’ #writing

[caterpillarinacave]

Everything I think about I somehow connect to the Characters

#on todays episode: jewelry #the contents of Charlottes jelwery box are *stunning* #I'm back on the marigold/flowers thing I'm screaming and sobbing #you don't understand I love them #also dresses #“Matthew takes his little sister to get new clothing” taking up 75% of my brain space #its totally normal for her because her favorite activity is dress shopping with a relative in tow #but Matthews all “ooo what if I mess up shes my sister she deserves better than meeee" #Its one of the TherapyTM outings

[malusrecord]

((My brain: The s1 finale of Count/erpart can't hurt you, you've seen it 5 times already!

The s1 finale of Count/er part:

#I scream every single time it doesn't matter how many times I watch it #leave A!Howard aloneEEEEE Also P!Howard fucking saying 'my wife' and then finishing the poem his other started in e1 AND THAT FUCKING SMILE #I'm gonna fuckin lose my brain---I can't wait to rewatch s2 for the billionth time #not gonna muse tag this bc I'm gonna delete it shortly I just needed to eat fuckin drywall for a sec #nobody touch meeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[stupidscav]

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[xopinkroses]

Big brain Nero head cannon time!

I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭

It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!

Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥

(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)

Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)

MASTERLIST🌸

From the second your child was born, Nero’s ‘dad mode’ was unlocked and he hasn't looked back since. Dad jokes, tea parties and telling stories with dramatic voices to make an actor jealous– Nero gladly let go of any pride he had before in order to see his baby smile. That gummy smile and the tiny, cooing giggles when he would make faces and animatedly speak to the tiny baby in his arms… It just made everything worth it. 

“I’m gonna get youuu∼!” 

“No you won’t–!”

You watch on as the two most important people in your life cause absolute chaos in your living  room, couch cushions and toys strewn over the floor and the sound of delighted squealing and giggling warming your heart. Nero is pretending to chase after your toddler, dramatically parkouring over furniture, pretending to be some kind of monster… or maybe a dinosaur? You can’t really be sure, the game changes every few minutes and you’ve given up trying to keep up with the switch ups. He always makes sure to be just unable to reach your child, who squeals and yells for the monster to go away as they run a few feet away– but you know Nero is as eagle eyed as ever, subtly herding them away from potential dangers without pausing the game.

Nero takes playtime very seriously. Sometimes you have to ask yourself whether you have one baby or two– because father and child are on the exact same wavelength when it comes to playing. This is a game of life or death!

“I’m gonna steal all your hugs– give them to meeee∼!” Nero rushes towards your child, hands outstretched in a tickling motion. They scream and run behind the couch, peeking over it with sparkling eyes.

“Nuh-uh! None for youuuu–!” They declare, giggling and waiting for their daddy’s next move. “Monsters don’t get hugs!”

Nero gasps in offence, “What do you mean monsters don’t get hugs?”

“No hugs for monsters!” The child doubles down, grinning as Nero puts a hand to his chest and puts on an indignant expression.

“But what if I’m a nice monster?” Nero challenges, creeping closer to the couch.

“Nope, nuh-uh– no hugs for you!” They see Nero’s approach and starts mirroring his actions so that the two of them are circling the couch. 

“Is that so?” Nero grins mischievously.

They giggle, “Mm-hmm! My hugs, you can’t have them!” 

You already know what's coming before it even happens, having seen this scenario play out many times before. Nero nods sadly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm, okay… I guess I’ll just have to go without then….” 

And then he lunges– vaulting over the couch and capturing the toddler in his arms, lifting them into the air like a trophy. They squeal and kick their arms and legs out in an attempt to ‘free themself’, their cheeks flushed and white hair a mess. 

“Gotcha–!” He tosses them into the air before hugging them tightly to his chest. His arms are strong and protective around your child, and they lean into his embrace despite still screaming out in defeat at having been caught by the monster. “All your hugs are mine!”

That's when you decide to make your presence known, wrapping your arms around the two of them and nuzzling your cheek against the soft white hair of your baby’s head. A sneak attack to win you the game!

“-- And now both of your hugs are mine!”

~ 🖤

#devil may cry x reader #dmc fanfiction #dmc x reader #nero x reader #nero imagines #dmc nero

[spitinsideme]

hi sorry if this is weird and long but i know you love misty from yj and horny thoughts and i thought you might appreciate me dumping some super horny thoughts i have about misty here

one of my favorite things to think about with misty is inspired by the adult timeline where she watches nat have sex with the police guy through the owl she gifted her…like ohhh my god please give me a stuffed animal and watch me while i wreck myself unable to be satisfied without you !!!! i hope she sees me humping my pillow and thinking about making me hump her thigh and beg for her to finger meeee …. i hope we’re good friend and roommates who talk every day, play all kinds of games together, and we have a great agreed upon system for chores. i need misty to offer to do the laundry just for her to smell my underwear and get so fucking turned on by it and rub against it until it’s covered in her cum too !!!!! i need her to go through my search history for all my kinks so when the time comes she’ll already know what i like !!!! i need her to plan around all the kinky things i’m into especially the things i’m afraid to talk about (like i’ve had a weird teacher kink lately idk why) !!!! oh god that’d be even better for her to bring it up and i don’t know how she knows but she leans into it so hard and with such confidence that i short circuit and cream my pants and i call her my very sexy intelligent girlfriend for it

i’ve always had such a huge thing for like stalkers and yanderes…. but not like cold blooded psychopaths who only want you cuz you make them happy but like misty where they would earnestly want to do anything for you and your happiness and sometimes that means kidnapping you because they’re the only one who can make you happy !!!! to misty i think she would totally do something like that because her mind is that balance of logical emotion where “it makes sense for me to take you away from your house because you were unhappy there. and the only right way for me to guarantee you’ll be okay is if i do it myself!” (i mean in actual practice there’d be like pre-negotiated consent i don’t romanticize actual stalkers but technicalities also i forgive misty for everything anyways so)

need her to kidnap me and for me to be so happy about it like my crush kidnapping me??? like she’d threaten my mom or something and i’d be like “yay! i don’t care about her! btw what’s for dinner, babe?” and she’d be a little confused about it but super happy that someone sees her for who she is and is so excited about her!!! even when i’m tied up and supposed to be her victim!!!! the person she loves so much loves her too in her weirdness and stalker tendencies and adorable cat sweaters !!!!!

this would also tie into one of my favorite fantasies of misty tying me to a fucking machine and watching me through a camera on her phone as she goes to the grocery store oh my god me screaming her name and shaking from how strong the machine is but still missing misty so much and i’m begging her to come home as she quaintly contemplates how she will prepare the potatoes for tonight’s dish right before thinking about how hard she’s gonna fuck me for being so good and waiting for her and how she has to hurry home to take care of her loyal baby :((( like oh my god it’s torture but knowing misty is watching me in public, glued to her phone to see my pussy getting pounded by the machine and getting so wet from how i sound so needy and how i need her, i put on a show for her because i know it’ll be worth it once she gets home and gives me the strap so rough and deep until my cervix is broken and misty has a god complex for how many times i screamed god and i think i’m pregnant

holy shit okay so… do with this what you want …… analyze me or add on or scream with me about this…. i’d love to hear your thoughts because i’m so misty brained 24/7 and any thoughts you have would be very cool (as if i don’t constantly think about her already and have so many more thoughts horny and not about her)…. okay bye for now <333

i think im in love with you can we please kiss .. misty doesnr exist but i do and i can make all of that come true

your huge .. everything .. your such intricate and detailed and setting the scene of how its going to happen and whats going to happen and literlalyevery single thing ?? fucking dialoguse included ??? i am aftually in awe like i want you to know i read this aboit 7 times and ive given each paravraoh a subtitle and could pronbalg annoyaye it, i couks recite the whole thing y hesrt thatd how many tinmes ive read it and enjoyed it

how do you rven knlw im a misty fan ... i dont think i havr rver even talked about her but god fuck yes i am !!!! in tht when shes cannibalising jackie and blood os dripping down her chin my first thoifh was god that shpukd be her eating me out when im on my period ... i fucking LOVE unhinged women i donr desire her sexually like you do i just have romantic feelings towarss hrr but god . jesus fucking chrst . that wad beautoful ... you have such a ay with words ... i feel like yoid wrkte a script nefore sex .. if anyonr eve rolepkays woth you ad foreplay tjey will have ablast i mean rwally my GOD !!!

me personally i am actually number 1 the top ever laura leel lover so i understand the need and the horniness andthe desire because god the things id let laura lee do to me actually .. but nonetheless .. i thik i an in love with you and pleaplse, and i mean this wholeheartely and so sincere, PLEASE send me more asks of you being horny about any character. misty or whatever rlse. ineed to hesr more of this, i am so interwatrd in you and how badly you sant to be fucked and in so muxj detail its actually like im reading class literature

#fucl everyone else ove ever said was my favrouite anon #its acyually this one #this is my favleuite #im in love actualy

[bizlybebo]

CHARACTER BINGO. EACH PURP.

RAHHH EXPLODES YOU WITH MY MKND

(having a Social Cues™️ moment and genuinely cannot tell if you mean the purps as in. genuinely the purps or the purps as a bit and you actually mean pd. but they’re. the same people so)

wiwi my beloved. i hate him so much she makes me so homophobic. i need to throw william wisp into oncoming traffic i need to put her in the microwave i need to fucking. herhjjwfjjejg

i want the gender though. no clue if this bitch is transmasc or transfem but he’s gender as fuck. the he/she ever user. to me.

VYNCENT SOL <3 there is something DEEPLY wrong with that man. i need to crack its brain open and figure out what is going on in there.

only reason why i like fanon slightly better is cause sometimes they give him a tail and i think it’s super cute.

i want to put this motherfucker in a jar and observe him. seriously what the fuck is WRONG with him i love it so much. vyncent sol is so he/it/any coded btw.

DKAOTA MOTHERFUCKING COLE PHIOGHOEKNFMAMFMWM BAKRBAKRBAKRBALRBAKRNANRKABRKABRK

ohhhh i am. SOOO NROMAL. SOOO CALM. ABOUT THIS LITTLE FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER OH MYOGD HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. HE IS. LITERALLG MEEEE. GRABBING. HIM AND AND SHAKING HIM IN MY MOUTH LKE A CHEW TOY OUIGIGOHKSNFHWJ.

CAPABLE OF NO WRONG. I SUPPORT DAKOTA COLE RIGHTS AND WEONGS. HE DESERVES TO KILL A BITCH BUT ALSO IT WOULD DESTROY HIM TO DO SO. GHGGGGGNGNEJFFJJRJGN. DAKOTA COLE DEISGNED TO KILL ME SPECIFICIALLY. THE TBOY EVER IN FACT.

ASHE WINTERS. HELLO AHSE WINTERS I LVOE ASHE WONTERS I WOULD DIE FOR ASHE WINRERS <33

i like fanon more because fanon IS canon to me. you cannot convince me that ashe winters is a cis man

she means. the world to me. her and her father drive me UP THE FUCKING WALL. bizly and yakko had NO right to create such a gutwrenching father/daughter relationship. was screaming about if before but don’t get me started on how they used the TLOU soundtrack for a lot of ashe + mark interactions

transfem ashe winters. dies. t4t demonkicks OIIGIGISKGKSJRKWJFJMWNVMWJRJ SOBS AND THROWS UP

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #got carried away with them teehee (prime defenders have ruined my life and irreparably changed my psyche) #jrwi pd

[conniebunny]

An Angel's Kiss pt.4

A/N: okay imma immediately say: I‘ll continue the timeline as it is rn and work my way up (mainly bc i live in germany and we only got 23 parts and the 24th part is coming out in idk how many months I am dying from spoilers 😭😭😭) also like idek why I am writing Nikolai to be a total asshole he‘s my fave character but at the same time I just….. is it wrong to want tobe mistreated by a white haired man who definetly does not have all his cups in the cupboard (someone help It‘s 3am and that cupboard cup thingy is a german thing that we germans say instead of having some loose screws I am so fucked out) 

TW: mention of near death experiences, blood, wounds, dirty talk, Nikolai is still just….. *sighs dramatically*, needles, slapping, for once (NAME) is being the weird one

What you did not expect this lovely morning as you woke up was….. Nikolai. In your bed….. well okay you sorta did expect it since he does not know personal space with you but the unexpecting part was that he was covered in blood, you were covered in blood and your sheets were covered in blood. You checked to see if that bastard actually dared to die in your arms but luckily he didn‘t.

While you coulhave done the world a favor and left him to die your dumbass‘ first thought was to drag him into the kitchen and pour cold water over him to wake him up and then get out the medkit. After all Fyodor‘s surgery book did help you sew some of the wounds shut. Well that was while Nikolai was still half asleep half dead but now he was neither half asleep nor half dead so he was just groaning like the fucking masochist he is.

And sitting there trying to treat someones wounds while they keep on saying:

“that‘s it darling….. just like that…. Fuck that burned….bet you like me like this don‘t ya, baby~ whimpering just for you~ ngh~“

Was not at all a pleasant way to pass your time so after the first 15 minutes you‘d had enough

“Can you stopdirty talking me while I treat you fucking wounds???“

„But baby, my pretty darling, don‘t you looooovvveeee meeee~“

….

when Sigma came in because he heard a scream….

…..

…he just immediately walked out again at the sight of you stabbing nikolai‘s main blood vain in the upper arm. Sadly he survived....

About 10pm you wanted to go to bed. A good plan indeed as Fyodor was finally out the house just as sigma and fukuchi so it was just you and Nikolai. Nikolai had gotten a set of rules from the others. Much against his will as they "chained him even more than he already was" and "he'll never be free" but at some point agreeing when fyodor told him he'll lock him up in an actual bird cage if he doesn't collaborate.

So you finally got your sleep. 4 lovely hours until you shrieked up from a nightmare. To terrified to go back to sleep in your own bed you took a light and walke dover to Nikolai's room. To your surprise he was already asleep wich you found weird as you didn't think he'd sleep before 3am but who cares anyway. You were gonna wake him up and make him help you somehow. I mean yeah he may not seem the smartest but he actually can have some brain. 

So here you were. Sitting on Nikolai's bed. Trying to get the snoring bastard to wake up as he kept on sleeping. You got tired again so in the end you decide ife he can you andomly cuddle up to you so can you.

...

You don't know when you woke up but Nikolai was in a shock state. Looking at you with eyes wide open and an awkard grin. His arms tightly around your waist. Seeing this terrifying sight infront of you your flight or fight instict kicked in and you slapped him.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK (NAME)"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED"

"I COULDN'T SLEEP IN MINE I HAD A NIGHTMARE"

"SO YOU DECIDED TO GET IN MY BED WITHOUT WAKING ME, CUDDLE UP TO ME AND SLAP ME AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP"

"I TRIED WAKING YOU UP BUT YOU SNORING BASTARD DIDN'T WAKE UP"

Then silence made it's way through the room until Nikolai speaks

"let's get mclfurries"

"For once youhad a good idea"

A/N: idk wtf happened at the end i'm honest. It's 3am again I can't sleep HELP THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR 3 MONTHS OR SO

#bungou stray dogs #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bsd kamui #bsd sigma #creepypasta #bsd fukuchi #fukuchi ouchi #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs

[realbeefman]

Ever just have a screaming fit about ptsdee (and nightman cometh, and missing out on childhood so you go see a robot’s boobs) and Charlie/Dennis feeling connected over suffering ‘real trauma’ the others haven’t, but also absolutely never admitting What Happened?

LITERALLY EVERDAY CONSTANTLY THEY HAUNT MEEEE.

PTSDee is one of my favorite episodes because I just absolutely love episodes that explore the gang’s trauma through absurd hijinks (dee’s self esteem issues n mac n frank daddy issues exploration r also favorites of mine) but charlie & dennis’ connection is just soo special and i love the way it’s portrayed. they’re such different people but the way they can see through each other’s denial and bullshit to recognize the specific ways that each of them was hurt KILLS me. they can only truly comprehend and try to process That Thing That Never Happened through projecting onto each other it’s so tragic. Real Recognizes Real and such… the charden worms in my brain r wriggling so fast rn AUGH

#THISSS IS WHY CHARDEN IS THE SHIP FOR ME #they understand each other they look at each other and see the things they hate in themselves and love the other more for it #charlie n dennis r blood brothers in the literary sense imo #wayy more than mac n dennis #charlie n dennis r blood brother just like dennis n dee r related… like theyre so entangled all 3 of them in my mind #mac n dennis r in love and friends #what charlie and dennis have blurs the line between family and lover and friend #same way dennis and dee do imo #putting that in tags bc its rambly and also i dont want to be crucified LMAO #TYVM FOR THE ASK IM GONNA GO SCREAM INTO A PILLOW OVER THEM NOW /pos :D #iasip #charden #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #PTSDee

[burninlovebutler]

14 - Hot or Cold?* | Forever Winter - a.b x oc

warnings: light smut, TEASING, fingers, cursing, alcohol, mention of drugs,* = smut chp, fem!oc, kinda short ? but continues nxt chp, 18+ minors dni

14/? - chp summary: austin decides to rely on the 'close call clause' to forgive his impulsive hands when they want more than they can handle

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

gif cred: @troubleinapinksuit i think ?

Breathing down your neck, your body screaming And when you start to feel the rush A crimson headache, aching blush And you surrender to the touch, you'll know

-AUSTIN-

We didn’t talk about truth or dare or the dressing room. But they played in my head on a constant fucking loop.

I wanted nothing more than to use my tongue on her again.

It was three or four days after Thanksgiving and still no word from Nox. At this point Elsie was just accepting that they had broken up. Falling apart at the seams but trying so hard to hide it from me. But I knew her better than that. The depression just hadn’t stepped in just yet. She was in that post breakup phase - confident, risky, carefree. The classic ‘fuck him’ phase.

I didn’t know if it was Nox or something else that kept her from fully coming to me about it. Maybe she was embarrassed. I know I would be.

One thing I did know was that a sad Elsie came with a lot of alcohol. Which proved correct as we drank almost every night this week. With everything that happened between us recently, I was hesitant to get drunk with her again. Not to mention my little pharmaceutical helpers didn’t always mix so well with alcohol.

But none the less, we did what we did best — drink.

Preparing for my new role took a backseat because if I paid attention to it- it'd make it real. And I wasn’t sure I could handle that just yet.

I just wanted to focus on this time with Elsie, who knew when she’d inevitably leave. She always goes back, like a fucking boomerang. But I wanted her here, I needed her here. Even though our interactions weren't the most relaxing lately, she was the only constant. My only tether to sanity.

Trendy pop music pounded through speakers and Elsie was dancing around the living room. She was about 6 shots of tequila deep and I was about 3, plus a tiny bar-shaped anxiety aid.

My body battled between wanting to get up and dance with her or melting into the couch. I was buzzing and numb simultaneously.

I paid no mind to her horrible, sloppy dancing as my focus was on the hem of my oversized shirt hanging over her bare thighs. As much as I wanted to see her in that black dress from shopping, this was almost better.

I was too crossfaded to worry of how my eyes tracked her every move. She was drunk, she wasn’t going to remember anyway.

The close call clause.

Brunette curls bounced in time with her movements. The charcoal band shirt rising and falling, lifting just enough to expose her upper thighs. The sight was enough mesmerize me, each ebb of the shirt spun more thoughts in my crooked brain. I shouldn't be thinking of my hands between her thighs, or prying them open to devour her - but here we are. Those thoughts couldn't be in my brain and they definitely shouldn't be in my pants. I'm supposed to be her rock during whatever bullshit Nox was putting her through - not looking at her like she was some dessert platter to taste test from.

She ripped me out of my corrupt focus by wrapping her delicate hands around my wrist tugging on it.

“Dance with meeee.” She whined, somehow successfully won the tug-of-war and peeled me from the couch I had been fused with.

I fuckin' hated dancing but she loved it when she drank. So, naturally she always dragged me to join her.

“Augh, Els c’mon.” I grumbled as she animated my heavy arms for me.

Her cheeks tinted pink from the alcohol, mascara slightly smudged below her green eyes. The kitchen light and the glow from the city the only things that illuminated the dark living room.

The soft city glimmer landed on the curved edges of her face, it reminded me of those lanterns that are offered to water. I could’ve looked at her like that forever.  Traditionally those lanterns are symbolic for worshiping gods which was fitting, I wanted to get on my knees and worship her.

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the Xanax or something more that made this moment feel like pure bliss. The music, our touches, her laughter, the lighting, her hands on mine - It was putting pieces together that I didn’t like.

In whatever party playlist she was playing, an unexpected slow song came on. She stumbled over to change it when I felt myself catching her arm.

I didn’t mean to do that. At least I didn’t think so but, I did.

I gave in, I let the alcohol take control.

Fuck it.

Close call clause.

“No, leave it on.” I drew her into me, my arms wrapping around her from behind.

Any other day she would’ve hesitated, pulled away. But she didn’t this time.

She giggled, “Aust what’re you doing?”

“Dancing.”

I leaned to rest my head on her shoulder but she dipped her neck away, “You’re tickling me.”

“Am I?” Tilting so my lips hovered over her shoulder.

“Yesssss you are.” Her voice pitched from the alcohol.

“Oh, well I apologize.”

My arms tight around her waist, the extra strain pulled the shirt higher on her thighs. If I lowered my hand even a few inches–

She didn’t pull away, but did the opposite, pressing her body just marginally against mine. I fought the urge to run my hands over her curves the way I wanted to in the dressing room. Ever since I tasted her under that jello shot I only wanted more, it lit a fire that begged to be put out.

I wanted more than I could handle.

I flicked the tip of my nose across the curve of her neck, causing her to sharply inhale. Her reactions only fueled me, how far could I take it? What other reactions could I inspire? 

“It- It’s okay.” She stuttered out.

I wasn’t imagining this. I swore I could hear her heart pounding in time with mine, I felt her moving against me.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?”

I wanted more than I could handle.

“I um- I don’t know.”

“I think you’re lying.” I whispered lowly against her neck, noting the way goosebumps bloomed across her skin.

“No I–“

The slow song ended and she tried to escape my arms, but I tugged her back, caging her back in my arms.

The annoying voice in my head screaming to stop had faded into the recesses of my mind.

I know what I want and I’m gonna take it.

“How about here?” I scrunched the shirt at her waist.

She stifled a giggle. “No- Not there.”

“Hm,” I hummed against her neck, moving down to her hips, again just barely tickling her.

She gasped stifling another laugh, “No, Not ticklish.”

I felt her press her thighs together, squirming against me. She was putty in my hands and fucking loved it.

“Hm. Am I hot or cold?”

“I um- I’m not sure.” She gulped, staying completely still. “Warm.”

“Oh, really?” My lips curled into a smirk against her neck wanting to take a bite. 

But she's not mine to take.

My hands bunched up the hem of the shirt at her hips, then grazing my fingers across her hip bone.

“How about now?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, wriggling even more.

“Warmer.”

“Hm.” I meticulously slipped my middle finger beneath the band of her panties, putting extra pressure on my fingertip.

Every molecule in her body stayed completely still.

“And now?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth before answering, her voice so low, “Warmer.” 

“I see.” I went to follow the band across to her front, but she caught my hand.

“Not under.” She whispered.

I retracted from the band, letting it snap against her skin, then trickled my digits slowly over the front of her panties. She didn’t stop me that time.

The roaring fire burning through my hips urged me to be rougher, faster but I knew the stakes of this game and I wasn't going to lose again. I wanted to torture her back, slow painful torture.

My fingers stopped just above her lips, “Now?”

Her breathing was so rapid, barely a full breath making it into her lungs with each inhale. It was like I could feel her body screaming beneath my fingertips, it only made me want more. Each knuckle wanted to bend to her. Every fucking piece of me wanted every piece of her. I wanted to give her something that would haunt her, so when her stupid boyfriends didn’t satisfy her, she’d think about me. So when she'd have to finish herself off she’d think of me, her fingers would desperately move faster and faster imagining they were my own and then she’d cum all by herself, fingers coated in the thought of only me.

“Very warm.” She gulped. 

“Hm.” Middle and ring finger pressed where she wanted me.

“Hot.” She breathed out before I asked again, she was practically vibrating under my touch. A cocky pride washed over me knowing what I was doing to her.

I pressed down further and slowly moved my fingers in circular motions against her covered nub.

A tiny moan escaped her lips, writhing under my touch. My free arm had a firm hold around her waist keeping her still. I had barely just started and I could already sense her beginning to unravel. She must've not been exaggerating when she said no man had ever made her finish. It doesn't take a fuckin' rocket scientist to find a clit. I never understood that anyway, why wouldn't you want this? Why wouldn't you want girls to fall apart in your hands? Sometimes that alone was almost enough to get me off. Almost.

Fingers swirling at the bundle of nerves then moved down. Her panties were soaked, completely utterly drenched.

That was because of me. I did that.

“Aust,” Her hands gripped the arm that was at work, stopping me.

And just like that I let her go.

I didn’t care that she stopped it.

I got the reaction I wanted.

Checkmate. 

Next Chapter: No Touching*

thank you so much for all the love on my account & for anyone reading, liking, reblogging or commenting on the chapters, i appreciate all of it ♡

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[itoshi-s]

the art from this artist (@yng_z) on twitter has been living in my head rent-free. and i know it'll live in yours too I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!! SOMEBODY DO IT WITH ME.

do you see this. the cool standoffish stare from rin and the glare from isagi. both just scream "what're you looking at". RIN GRABBING ISAGI BY HIS HAIR??? undeniably, objectively hot. i just need your reaction to this as the ultimate rinnie fan.

((also this is my first ever ask to anybody! normally i just surf and like posts but THIS ART has me in its clutches. and blue lock brain rot has never been so real.))

OOOOOH MY FUUUUCKING GOOOOOOOOOD I FELL SO HARD SEEING THIS !!!!!!!

PLEASE .. their faces all scratched up ... DID they.. DID THEY FIGHT ....... *wipes nosebleed* FUCK MEEEE this is like.. the hottest ship art i've seen so far afshdia (( maybe cuz i'm not like,, that big on ships so i don't search much but 😭 u get the deal )) !!!!! @_@

tbh from the share of rinsagi art i've seen they ALWAAAYSSSS make rin look so FUCKING SCRUMPTIOUS i am thanking the heavens for rinsagi shippers fr 😭 cause they just KNOW how to do that man justice !!!!!!

@yaakultt our men just ....... going at it.............. BUT THEY MADE THEM LOOK SO GOOD ! >_<

also !!!! i am vvv happy to hear im ur first ask omg !:0 ur always welcome to brainrot in my askbox kjahfksa ESPECIALLY when it's rinnie baby </3 sendin u kisses luv !

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: ohoitsme #rin my love #this is sooooo fucking sexy. their looks #rin with his glare and isagi looking FEEERAAAAL #all riled up :( #sighhhh this is so hot srsly bbie thank u for blessing me w that !

[pinkyjulien]

Oh man oh man I just finished BG3 and NONE OF MY HOMIES GOT THERE YET I GOTTA SCREAM ABOUT SPOILERS

Oh my godddd.... hfjdhgjf

Karlach's breakdowns RUINED MEEEE GODDD I turned her into a Mindflayer and SHE FUCKED THE BRAIN AND SHE'LL LIVE but god it fucks me up to see her like this

Gale???? He was still sus during my ending I had to tell him again to DROP THE IDEA OF REFORGING THE CROWN FFS

Astarion began to fhfjjfjg fry under the sun and had to make a run for it I HOPE HE'S OK his character really grew on me

Haven't seen Jaheira during the ending much I hope she's fine >:0

I fucked up for Lae'zel and Shadowheart so they weren't there for me during most of the game fhjdjgjg

HALSIN IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD 😭 DADDY HALSIN HELLO?? Taking care of kids and leaving- It's so sad but fits him so well 🧡 Neylan WILL join him as soon as he can fhfhg

OK AND THE EMPEROR???? HELLO??? BALDURAN... AND HE HAD A BOYFRIEND DRAGONBORN WHO TURNED TRUE DRAGON?? Oufhdkjg that got me weeping too Jesus

I've been emotionally captivated all day, Act 3 really suck it all out until the end, its progressive and intense and Damn

Loved the game, WILL replay with a new Tav! 👁👄👁

#BG3 #Spoilers #BG3 Spoilers #Pinky plays bg3 #All in All it doesn't surpass DA ME or CP77 for me BUT #BUT IT SURE has its place into my list of fav rpgs tho #it's really good!! REALLY GOOD #The characters are really great too loved all of them in their own ways #Halsin was an automatic fav cause he's deadass my type physically and personality wise #Tho yeah as expected it got the Bioware effect on me- nobody really stood up and stole my full attention #The cast is great and its truly a lil family ITS A WHOLE PACKAGE #UwU Now I gotta get my ass to sleep cause its 1am #im gonna regret this tomorrow morning LMAOOO GDHFHHF

[luwathegreat]

"Hold That Thought!" "...Really?" aka: Go Easy on Angel PLEASE

Watching the Final Fifteen again was a bit of a sting and I wanted to give Aziraphale a little shake (gentle and kind friend shake) (don't smite me I'll explain why it's not what you think)

Specifically the part seeing Aziraphale gear up and get all excited to tell Crowley about Heaven. And Crowleys all like 'I should probably do all the talking because if I don't I never will...'

And Aziraphale is like 'Hold that thought!' and interrupts anyways and Crowleys all '...Really?'

AND IM SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN LIKE "NOOOO AZIRAPHALE DON'T NO NO NO BECAUSE I DO THAT SAME THING"

I interrupt people SO MUCH when I get overexcited

AND I WAS LIKE "MAN IS THIS WHAT I DO? IS THIS MEEEE?"

Its harrddddd...Interrupting is so hard NOT to do but it's still impoliittee and I'm like "PLEAASEE AZIRAPHALE STOP"

I know I struggle with that too I know he couldn't help it. It's an involuntary thing. He didn't MEAN to- he was just very very excited and he wanted to tell Crowley all that info and it was hard to contain on a physical level.

You could see it in his body language that he was ready to burst (it was stimming-esque I dare say) and that feeling is so so strong and it overtakes you VERY easily and you can talk for HOURS if you've really gotta (That's why Tumblrs good for me cause I can type/talk for ages and nobody gets upset)

Not saying that necessarily excuses him for talking over him- you must always take accountability for your actions. And Crowley has the right to feel a certain way and be like "...Really?" because yknow, he stated he want to be listened to and he was cut off right away.

It's just me saying that I KNOW how hard it is and I know if it were me I'd do the EXACT same thing SO PLEASE GO EASY ON AZIRAPHALE I BEG I BEG OF YOU I BEG PLEASE ILL RIDE OR DIE FOR YOU AZIRAPHALE THE HATERS CANT GET YOU HERE AZIRAPHALE GET BEHIND ME

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens final fifteen #“Hold that thought!” #Guys please I swear im not calling him an innocent baby who does no wrong ever #Im just saying I get it and relate #And he had no foul intentions

[mockerycrow]

CROW I’M SCREAMING AT YOU RB’ING MY FIC thank you thank you!!! <3333

OF COURSE IT WAS SO GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE YOU SCRATCHED MY BRAIN SO GOOD IM NEVER GONNA GET OVER THAT FIC

#crow answers

[artschoolglasses]

ArtSchoolGlasses Judges Rants About Watches the Bridgerton Spinoff!

Because why not? 

Obviously, spoilers ahead. And also, if you can’t tell, this will largely be me complaining. (And most of that complaining will pertain to the costumes and fashion history.) So if you can’t handle it when someone dislikes something you enjoy? Maybe don’t click the “Keep Reading”...

On to episode one!

Starting with a disclaimer? Okay...

“It is fiction inspired by fact.” Well, that much was obvious before I hit play, but thanks for the reminder, I suppose? The issue for me being, there’s a difference between fictional takes on history that do the research but choose to take wild liberties for a reason (The Great, Our Flag Means Death) and a show that has the clear intent to put as little research and effort as possible into a project and make it up as they go along (Bridgerton).

In compliment to the show I will say: damn good job picking out the actress to play Charlotte. So often the younger and older versions of a character look so unalike that it sort of ruins the story for me. But this was A+.

Had to pause and face palm because Charlotte is explaining to her brother how her “underpinnings” (stays) are made from “the bones of whales” and I just *SCREAMS* No. NO. Stays and corsets were not made from the actual bones of whales Jesus Christ. “Whalebone” in stays meant baleen. Which is the filter-looking bit of a whale’s mouth. It is possible—possible—that the busk inserted into the centre front of a pair of stays might be carved from whalebone instead of wood, but I can almost guarantee no one working on this show even knows what a busk is, or knows the difference between a busk and boning. (And even then, not all boning was made from baleen anyways.)

Also the fact that she’s saying “corset” repeatedly, but stays was more commonly what they were called at this time. Corset as a term only began to be used more regularly in the Regency Era.

Six minutes in and already “My CoRsEt Is KiLlInG mEeEe!!1! I cAn’T bReAtHe!! My CoRsEt Is GoInG tO sLiCe Up My InSiDeS bECaUsE oF tHe WhAlE bOnEs!!1! I’m GoInG tO bLeEd To DeAtH iF i MoVe!!” 😑

Charlotte would have, obviously, grown up wearing stays, and would therefore be used to them. Stays that would have been specifically made to fit her body. And because they would have had hand-stitched eyelet holes—not metal ones—for the lacing, she would not be able to tight lace it to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Not without damaging such an expensive garment. (Expensive largely because of the sheer amount of labour that goes into making a pair of stays.) Nor would she choose to tight lace to that extent, because women in the 18th Century weren’t all laced to within an inch of their lives. That simply wasn’t the case. Women could indeed breathe in the past, otherwise we all wouldn’t be here. Yes, shockingly, you could move when wearing stays or a corset.

Flash forward into the Regency era and Princess Charlotte has just died. Um… This was a massive moment for England and the Queen doesn’t seem even remotely touched by it? Also, really the first mention of the Queen having children that I can recall, I don’t remember seeing any of them, and isn’t the whole reason this is a Regency romance is because, you know, it’s the Regency Era and there’s a Prince Regent? He doesn’t seem to exist in this world for whatever reason? Even though the period is literally named for him?

The amount of brocade-patterned polyester in this show that reminds me of my mother’s throw pillows from the 90s…

See, the problem with knowing where a lot of these filming locations are is you know how far apart they should be in reality and end up desperately trying to stop your brain from rationalising how far and fast a carriage would have to travel to get from Blenheim to Chatsworth to Bath to Hampton Court. (This is a personal issue; all the period dramas do this, so this isn’t just me hating on Bridgerton.)

Oh my. What an introduction to young Lady Danbury. Worthy of Harlots, I believe. (That sounds snarky. I mean it as a compliment. Excellent. Love her already.)

Hairstyles on the women far too tall for the 1760s. Hair would have been worn much closer to the head. But, you know, ✨aesthetics✨.

Though I will say, if we were having this show take place in the 1770s, and tall hair was fashionable—and Charlotte was more a fan of large hair, which, she was known to critique women like the Duchess of Devonshire for hair that was too tall—I will say, they do a wonderful job of adapting the 1770s styles to include afros and braids and locks and twists in this series. So that, again, I can commend them on.

Gotta love that the wedding invitations they sent out clearly say “Full Dress” and you just have men with their 2020s hair and no wigs, no powder, no curls. Some of the older men have wigs. But younger men? No! They must be conventionally attractive from a modern perspective otherwise what is the point!!

Also, not all of these women look like they’re wearing hoops/panniers, and they should for a formal court setting.

So, George’s coat when we first meet him… The tailoring isn’t quite right and feels far too modern. There are no buttons on it except for two at the back for some reason, just buttons on the vest. Also, where is the lace? Lace was expensive. (It was time consuming to make.) You are the King of England, you’re supposed to not only buy expensive things to encourage consumption and put money in the hands of artisans, but you also need to look expensive so that people can see you are not just the King, but one to a prosperous nation who can afford these luxuries. Your dress at this time spoke for you, and right now I’m seeing a man who can’t afford to have his clothes properly tailored, or even get his hair done.

I feel like a lot of the costumes would be less egregious if they weren’t so cheap looking? There’s really just something about the metres and metres of polyester used and plastic trimmings that… just makes this look off. Plus any close up makes the modern tailoring far too apparent. Clearly no research done into 18th Century tailoring, dressmaking, sewing techniques, etc…

I think I’m going to like Lady Danbury more than Charlotte, honestly.

Close up shot of the pleats at the back of Charlotte’s wedding dress. I’m not even sure what’s going on there. I swear it looks like someone velcroed it onto her back.

Oh god, glitter fabric… No, please. I hate the glitter fabric, Bridgerton. Stop. 😭

Ah, I see. The entirety of the drama in this plot is going to be a miscommunication trope, I assume surrounding George’s health.

Another flash forward into the Regency; Oh my god Charlotte’s children exist!

And there it ends. Charlotte alone in bed on her wedding night because George won’t speak to her about, I assume, his health.

I have low hopes Bridgerton has the capacity to properly tell a story that will no doubt largely focus on mental health and do so respectfully and carefully. I do not look forward to watching them use his deteriorating health for the sake of ✨DRAMA!✨

Anyways, Lady Danbury was the most interesting character so far and she barely had any screen time. All my hopes for this show being even remotely entertaining rest on her. 🖤 An A+ for Lady Danbury, A+ for Charlotte’s casting, and… a D for everything else?

#bridgerton #queen charlotte #netflix #period drama #bad costumes are bad #I just want people to put just the littlest bit of effort into trying to understand dress history #please that shouldn't be so much to ask #why is it so much to ask? #It will make your shows look so much better