#also that was fuking beautiful

[idkwhatsgoingonargh]

Oh Yeah

I guess I just

#loki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki god of mischief #loki god of stories #loki s2finale #its almost thee am and I just now finished it #how am I supposed to sleep now #I’m not okay #also that was fuking beautiful #the finale is masterpiece

[magnoliamyrrh]

i was sexually abused as a child, it happened in kindergarten and because of the culture of silence and fear that was instilled in 5yo me and not wanting to bother my dad lest he would want to spend even less time with me, i had no brains to protect myself. when the abuse became known to my teacher, they did little to protect me and my mother had to go through hell to change things for me. in my memory the culprit was a classmate of mine, who would also get other boys to watch, but for the longest time i have the blurry memory that there was an adult there, a cook lady also involved in different capacities, laughing, telling him what to do and staying with me afterwards, opening the closet door for him, even holding me touching me, its all so blurry. she also would not let me go piss to the point where i pissed myself and sat in my soils for hours. it has made me disgusted with myself for remembering and for forgetting at the same time, and the fact that my whole family knew for the longest time and dismissed it as something small that i won't even remember and leaving it to my poor mother who had to deal with my wounds and trauma and nightmares and screams and detachment... imagining your 5yo having utis constantly and having to explain the situation to doctors makes me scream and i am still so angry and fearfull. i don't know how people have children

the boy who did it kept reminding me any time i would encounter him later in life, we went to the same school for two years when i was 7-8 and he would leave notes for me. and therapists have encouraged me to forgive and recognise he was also a child dealing with his own trauma and he did have to change groups because of what he did but i the pride he displayed is something i can't forget and it makes me lose faith in people any time my brain recalls it.

huge part of it is how mind-blowingly poor my country was in 2000s. our kindergarten group was 50 people with 2 teachers changing shifts, the cook had to take care of kids. and i feel this was largely preventable and i hate my family for putting me in that situation. and this is the first time im saying it, but i do, i do hate them. worse happened to me in the years after which was also ignored and minimized. i will never feel clean i will never feel normal i ran away so far and cringe at the thought of going back home and facing these buildings, the backdrop of my abuse.

i agree with you, we have so normalised sexualising children in the balkans, to the point where adults don't recognise sexual abuse as such. i grew up wanting to be ugly, wanting to be undesirable, i would fall on purpose so my legs scar, and keep my arms and pits hairy, i hid my face under my hair and cried for days when they forcefully cut it. i was glad when i broke my nose and even when I chipped my tooth because it made my smile all crooked. my mum was not talking to me, and sadly proclaimed it made me ugly. and i know it did, i knew it undercut my value but was that really so bad?my dad had always commented on my looks so much and how fat my ass is and how undesirable i am but from him it felt different. i had to walk that line my whole life and am completely exhausted.

tbh, ive never said it all so firmly and coherently, i am just dropping it here because i know you will understand and pray for me in your own way, the same i do when i experience your writing. i feel like all concrete that we have to walk on in this wretched world is seeing each other. nothing is unknowable and noone is invisible. and only thing that has helped me in my life has been knowing and seeing others, and letting their pain mark my soul in a prayer.

hey anon <3 i published this bc i wanted to give an answer and i think it can b helpful and a little less lonely at times for other ppl to hear other ppls experiences, but pls send me a message and let me know if you want me to delete this and i will

im really sorry for all that u went through. its just horrible and i wish you hadnt and im sorry and i wish i could give you a hug, but thank u for opening up to me. i do very much get it. im glad my rambelings have been of some comfort, thats part of why i keep this blog as a public diary and im rather unfiltered, bc id hope ppl who have been through similar things would find some solace in knowing theyre not. alone w it.... i thought i was alone w a lot of things for a such a long time.. i didnt say anything about anything for such a long time. youre right, you said it well. the world is so often such a cruel and cold, vile deranged nightmare and i think one of the only things that really matters is caring about other people and not letting all the bullshit kill your soul...one of the only things thats kept me sane is knowing other people who fucking get it. i hope finally being able to write it out has been of some help. i will v much keep u in my prayers <3 and feel free to reach out or vent anytime

... and yes the povery is in general a rly big issue in a lot of this and issues related to it i feel. growing up at my kindergarten it wasnt quite as bad, but we had two teachers to watch... 40+ kids at least and things would often get out of hand and yea, with us the cook or other random facility would often have to watch us too. as the years went on the school had less money and it got worse. i remember during naptime there wouldnt b enough teachers to watch us or theyd just fuck off and not care so this group of mean,, particularly girls but some boys would literally step on us and jump on us and say mean shit etc etc. and i remember for so many years going to the bathroom as girls was just a nightmare - wed all go together bc going alone was too dangerous and when we tried some of us ended up w boys trying to barge into the stalls and pulling at our underwear and trying to get their hands in more than once and we got sick of it,, so some girls would always have to stay in the door and try to keep it shut bc boys were so vehement on barging in. gross af, and it was scary, even at that age they were like demons and sex pests, and the teachers that were there far from did a good job at keeping that shit under control.... and im really sorry again. any adult who does that sort of shit is just deranged - the sort who work around kids only to have access to them and feel power. if it makes you feel a lil better, in kindergarten there was this woman who was particularly,,, cold, who just would not let me go to the bathroom during naptime for what seemed like no other reason than her being a cruel controlling bitch - which, having a bad bladder and utis and never being able to fall asleep, and being afraid to go to the bathroom at a normal time bc of the boys, i almost always needed to. and she wouldn't let me and shed insult me and threathen to beat me if i asked, i think one time at least she did actually beat me, so id either spend that time trying not to go which really fucking hurt, or not being able to help it and having to deal w the aftermath. and of course shed get mad at me for that too. gross and frustrating and i really hated her

.... but yea. i think the poverty and things being normalized in the balkans and children being more vulnerable are connected. like to an extent its an education and poverty issue bc not only is it normalized in society but many ppl have no idea what the signs of sa on a kid are, so they dont know what to look out for even if they cared, and they're not educated on ,, basic child psychology. or theyre so overworked they dont have the time, or they emigrate to another country to work and leave their kids with extended family who also dont know.... even the huge trafficking issue we have. so much of that has to do w poverty and desperation and taking advantage of vulnerable poor kids and teens. even the teen pregnancy and high infant mortality rate we have,, lack of education, poverty, and the normalization of adult men sleeping w teenage girls.....most of the women in my family think 12-14 year old girls can consent to adult men its absolutely fucking wack, but i guess considering we had child marriages and bridal kidnappings barely any time ago, thats bound to b the case........ youre right. what you went through and what i went through could have absolutely been preventable if things werent so overcrowded and there was proper supervision and facilities and education around this sort of stuff

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im sorry the adults near you failed to protect you, and im sorry your family failed to protect you. youre totally right to be angry and pissed off, i get why u blame them and hate them. it was indeed their responsability, and all they did was minimize and diminish your pain... im glad to hear your mother stuck up for you though... it really is painful. so many balkan adults seem to think they can do basically anything they want to children and it wont matter - like theyre some sort of toys or things or property idk - this idea that they're too young or its not that bad is so stupid when infact children are so much more impacted by things than adults are. you deserved better than them. and on the flip side it just. sucks to hear them defend this sort of behavior. i remember id complain abt boys being sex pests but it was always dismissed as Me not being nice to them or some stupid bullshit abt how thats how they show affection or theyre just stupid or theyre just cute or whatever, ive heard it all. it was maddening. in elementary school we had this boy in our class who was particularly bad. i think he must have been watching pornography already. hed make the grossest sexual comments twoards us, hed grope us, etc. i think it took like two bloody years for him to finally be switched out of the classroom, noone rly cared for the longest time and kept making excuses until finally my friends mom had enough .... it really is insane to think of the sheer amount of shit thats been normalized in the balkans. treating your kids like property, beating them, insulting them, sexualizing or groping or molesting them, letting other kids do that to them, letting adult men have relations w teenage girls??? - and if you speak out against any of it, youre in the wrong. seven fucking hells, for gods sake i keep just sitting around wondering what the hell is wrong with us

.. also thats also always a thought that drove me insane. i cant imagine having a child and finding out she went through the things i did. it already freaks me out to b around little kids bc i always just remember what i went through and hope to god theyre ok and safe... i think i would actually lose it and start killing. i have no damn idea how so many others can just b so careless abt a childs pain

and also.. you dont. have to forgive him... i think you have to forgive yourself, you know? even in this message - you didnt have the brains to protect yourself.. girl, you didnt need to have the brains to protect yourself, you didnt fail at protecting yourself and that's why this happened.... its not your fault. you were five for gods sake, dont put that on yourself please <3 ....personally ive never liked when therapists say shit like that. you and i have been molested and yet we havent molested any kids, so whats their fucking excuse, huh? for all the shit ive been through ive never taken it out on anyone like that, so whats theyre excuse? there isnt one.... and especially the shit w reminding you afterwords is just so cruel, its outright sadistic... i know what you mean abt recalling it and losing faith in humanity, its hard not to when youve seen some of its worst and cruelest and sickest sides.... it always makes me lose faith when its in partical kids being.. borderline fucking evil, like this shit, or the increse in boys raping younger girls. this species has an inclination twoards sadism and cruelty, and particularly men and boys seem to. its bone chilling and vile. but. but.... for all of the cruelty and depravity of humankind, there has most certainly been a moving level of empathy, care, and beauty, and i do think... most ppl.. want to be good and strive to b good. i think most people are born good idk

.... but many of us sure as fuck have seen a lot of the bad. i know it only helps so much to hear, because i know the skin crawling disgust that all this breeds. it feels like being fucking cursed or banded or marked or diseased or something, like something is just instrinsically wrong and unclean with you... i never feel like ill be some sort of near normal either. never have been and never will be - but i try to just live with that.. it is what it is. but.. youre no more disgusting, or gross, or dirty or pathetic than i am,.. you know? youre not. those things can only be said abt those who did this to you. im sorry it all turned out like this, but.. idk. im glad that it sounds like you're away from your family. i hope youre safe and in a better place where you can heal from all this. sorry i kinda rambeled on, but im sending you hugs and may some peace and rest from all this come your way soon <3

#also. i totally get wanting to b ugly #i did the same thing too. id wear loose clothes and not cut my hair or wear it weird and not shave and id get bruises and id cut and starve #myself. i didn't want to be attractive. i wanted to look monstrous and undesirable. i always got shit for it too #..... fuked up to grow up w beauty being such an important and prised thing that when u dont got it youre treated as lesser

[tomriddleslove]

The devil can be beautiful.

✩Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader (Part 1)

SLOWBURN SERIES

Summary: The one where you have it all planned. There’s not a single thing you haven’t sorted, you’re practically untouchable in how perfect you are. He wants to destroy you, and he always gets what he wants. Alternatively: A bet is placed on whether Mattheo can ruin you. It’s not as easy as he thinks.

A/N: Imo a bit more accurate Mattheo here? He’s fucking toxic and they’re all horrible. This is a series!

Nietzche famously rejected connotations of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. They were nought but social constructs - ways to enforce power and authority under arbitrary values. Rather, he believed ‘good’ was relative, as was ‘bad’. If an action or doing promoted life, or power, then it was ‘good’. If an action promoted weakness, and conformity, then it was ‘bad’.

You weren’t religious, but you prayed to the heavens above that Nietzche was right because fuck.

Wrong has never felt so right.

‘Pl- plea-” You gasp, a breathless moan escaping your lips as you tilt your head back. His lips attach to the tender skin of your neck, nipping and biting at the delicate skin with no regard. He was ravenous, and you tasted like ambrosia, something too sweet for him. You had never felt so alive, feeling as though you were numb yet also like every nerve end was on fire.

Ravenous lips meet pure, untouched flesh. Iconoclastic in nature, the idea of corrupting such a sweet thing was enough to send the boy into a haze.

What was the saying? A wolf in sheep's clothing? Someone who seemed so unlikely, so deceptive. You couldn’t even fall back on that as an excuse. No, Mattheo Riddle was the devil himself, presenting himself to you with red horns and a fucking pitchfork in his hand and you stupidly let him sink his fangs into you.

He was beyond tainting you, no.

Mattheo Riddle was destroying you, and you could only let him.

- • -

Proper and prim.

If you had asked anyone to describe you in two words, you were sure those were the ones they would choose.

Proper and prim.

You were near perfect. Hell, if perfection existed you would be the image of it. From your neatly ironed robe to your polished shoes. Not a single thing was out of place. You embodied routine, and order.

Hair brushed back into a simple plait. School uniform modest, your tie neatly tucked underneath your grey school jumper. You had not produced a single piece of work that scored below 100%, from apparition to flying, you simply never did bad.

“Merlin, it must be depressing,” Theodore murmurs as he watches you walk through the Slytherin common room, up to the girls' dorms.

“Who?” Blaise quips as Pansy rolls her eyes, the distaste evident in her voice as she speaks.

“Who else but her? Miss Prissy Goody-Two shoes.” Pansy drawls, redirecting the group's attention to your retreating form.

Theodore reaches into his pocket, rolling a cigarette between two fingers as he speaks.“Did you know she scored 100% on all her OWLS?”

“Of fuking course she did. All she does is bury her nose in books. No wonder she’s always alone.” Draco mocks and Lorenzo snorts.

“She’s a bit of a weirdo” Lorenzo comments and Theodore barges in, a sleazy grin on his face as he raises a brow.

“You know what they say about the quiet ones right? Always the freakiest.”

Pansy dissolves into laughter, clutching her stomach as she speaks through giggles.

“Her? She’s an absolute prude! You should have seen her when she had to work with Pucey during potions. She couldn't even look in his direction. It's pathetic if you ask me.” She taunts.

Mattheo stares off into the fireplace, legs spread lazily as he reclines back onto the sofa. He had no interest in this conversation, really. Not for the reasons one would think, though. It’s not that he secretly cared for you or something, no it was far from that. He agreed that you were rather weird, too perfect and normal to be likeable. Rather he didn't have the energy to engage in such trivial matters.

“You should go ask her out on a date or something Theo. Don’t you like the nerdy girls?” Lorenzo teases as Theodore scoffs, propping his feet up on the table in front of him.

“Absolutely not, She’ll probably perform some kind of fucking blood curse on me.” He mutters as Draco raises a brow.

“How about this? If you manage to fuck her, I’ll give you 100 Galleons.” He proposes. Lorenzo nearly spits out his water as Pansy shakes her head.

Mattheo snaps out of his daze, looking up at Draco with mild curiosity.

“100 Galleons? Are you fucking insane?” Lorenzo blurts, looking at the platinum-haired boy in disbelief.

“Oh come on. It's a guaranteed win for Draco. It’s near impossible for anyone to do that.” Pansy adds.

“I’ll do it.”

It's his first contribution to the conversation and they all turn to look at him. Theodore raises a brow, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as Pansy leans forward.

“Oh? And what makes you think you can?” She taunts.

“Look at her. Teacher’s pet, an absolute loner. Always reading. It’s so predictable. She probably has wet dreams about some bad boy coming to sweep her off her feet. It’s almost too easy.” He says, cracking his neck with a small groan as he sits up.

He could really do with the money. 100 Galleons could buy him at least 3 weeks in the shabby little inn he frequented over the school holidays.

Draco eyed him curiously, before extending his slim pale hand out.

“Agreed. 100 galleons if you manage to fuck her within a month.” Draco repeats, and Mattheo takes the offer.

His calloused palms meet Draco’s, and he shakes on it with a resolute nod, before leaning back in his chair.

1 month? What a joke. He only needed 2 weeks.

-•-

It had been two days after that conversation and Mattheo had been observing you closely, waiting for the right opportunity to crop up. In the meantime, he dissects everything about you. Theodore was right, you were so undeniably boring and monotonous Mattheo had to pause and wonder if you were a sadist of sorts, finding pleasure in such mind-numbing perfection.

It was the same damned thing every single day. You would turn up for breakfast at 8:00, and fix yourself a plate of porridge topped with a handful of blueberries. You’d eat as you read the newspaper, and finish by 8:15. You’d rise, put your bowl away, and head to your first class. You ate lunch during the first half, the same sandwich and apple every day. After lessons, you’d go up to the library. You’d take the furthest seat on the second floor, between the muggle studies and world history books. You would revise for 3 hours, close your books, and head back up to your dorm. You would then re-emerge no longer than 20 minutes later (still dressed in your school uniform) and head down to dinner. You always ate whatever was offered, had a single mug of peppermint tea, and then headed back up to your dorm before it was even 10.

Every. Single. Day.

Mattheo could not comprehend how on earth someone could live like that. Surely you had to be some sort of psychopath, right? There was no way you could find peace and comfort in such a routine. Sure, Mattheo certainly did not feel content, but he’s as sure as the sky is blue that he’d go insane if he lived like you.

Maybe you had some sort of secret? Perhaps you escaped the castle grounds at night to smoke or do some hardcore drugs. Maybe you were some sort of recluse who believed they were some sort of divine being. Your meticulously structured routine, your unwavering discipline—it all seemed too calculated, too perfect. There had to be something lurking beneath the surface, something that explained your seemingly robotic adherence to the same monotonous pattern day after day.

The countless possibilities run through Mattheos mind as he rests his chin on his hand, zoned out as he sits at the back of the astronomy class. Professor Sinastra drones on about Lunar phases and their implications on a wizard’s abilities. Mattheo gazes off at you, who (as per usual) sits right at the front of the class. Your posture is impeccably straight, and you jot down every word Sinastra speaks as though she’s teaching the class how to become a millionaire instantly.

“... And for that reason, I would like two volunteers to come work alongside myself on a month-long project locating rogue planets in the atmosphere. Not only will this be an exciting and unique opportunity, it’ll also put you in incredibly good standing for your upcoming NEWT exams, which may I remind you are in only a few months. The study will largely commence in the evenings, however, there will be a few instances where you will be required to complete monitoring throughout the whole day. You will be excused from lessons on those days, rest assured.” She says.

Mattheo straightens up in his chair as he sees your hand shoot up almost immediately. In any other instance, your enthusiasm would be infuriating at the very least, earning you a snarky remark. But now? Well, it was clear the universe was giving him a sign.

Taking advantage of everyone else's hesitancy, Mattheo raises his hand. A few murmurs ripple through the class, and Professor Sinastra cannot hide her surprise as she nods at Mattheo.

“I must say, I am glad to see you volunteering Mr Riddle.” She says, and Mattheo nods.

He can’t make it too obvious, though. He usually wouldn't be caught dead volunteering for such a thing.

“Getting to skip classes and being permitted to roam around at night? No brainer.” He says, not so subtly to Blaise. Granted, Blaise knows Mattheo’s true intentions, but the statement seems to satisfy the rest of their class, who turn back to their work whilst muttering about how it was a rather good offer.

Mattheo looks over to you, only to find you turned around in your seat, observing him for a second. Your eyes squint, an almost imperceptible change, before you quickly avert your gaze and turn back around.

“You might actually have this one.” Blaise murmurs, leaning closer to Mattheo. He can’t help but smile, an almost arrogant smirk, as he nods.

Looking at the way you diligently return to your work, Mattheo’s indifference suddenly morphs into determination.

This was too easy.

-•-

Mattheo saunters up the stairs to the astronomy tower, the faint moonlight just barely illuminating the path in front of him. As he pushes open the door to the tower, he sees you perched by the telescope. You're still in your school uniform, looking pristine as you sit on the floor, scribbling notes down in your book. You look up at the intrusion, clearing your throat when you see Mattheo. In the dim moonlight, Mattheo can see your face turn slightly red as you swiftly avert your gaze down to the floor.

“Riddle.” You greet, quietly. He hums in acknowledgement, setting his bag down to the side as he slumps against the wall, leaning back.

“Professor um- Professor Sinastra has asked us to just observe the sky and try to make predictions for when we can sight a rogue planet. I’m mapping the movement of the planets but she said you should try to calculate angles of visibility.” You murmur, voice quiet and hesitant.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, feigning disinterest as he looks over at you. "Angles of visibility, huh?" he muses, pushing himself off the wall and saunters over to where you're seated. "Sounds like a job for someone with a keen eye for detail."

You glance up at him, your expression guarded as you nod in agreement. "Yes, exactly. It's crucial to accurately calculate the angles to ensure our observations are precise."

He laughs, but it's not genuine. No, rather it's almost mocking.

“What makes you think I’m doing any of that, hmm? This is just an excuse for me to skip classes. How this is actually going to work, is that you’re going to do all the work, and let me slap my name on the parts I was meant to do, yeah?” he says, his tone oozing with faux sincerity.

You look up at him, a glimpse of surprise flashing in your eyes.

There we go. Wasn’t so hard to get a reaction out of you, wasn’t it? Mattheo thinks to himself, raising a brow. This would be simple enough. You’d fight back, and after a bit, he’d reluctantly agree. He’d begin to feign actual interest and before you knew it he’d be walking away with 100 galleons added to his name.

But instead of fighting, you nod and look back down at your book.

“Ok.” You murmur.

Mattheo's smirk falters for just a moment as he processes your response. He hadn't expected you to simply agree, to comply without so much as a hint of resistance. It throws him off balance, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“What? You’re not going to disagree? Or go snake on me to Professor Sinastra?” His voice comes out more incredulous than he intended, a mixture of surprise and confusion evident in his tone.

You glance up at him, your expression unreadable. "It's not like I have much of a choice, do I?" you reply calmly, your voice devoid of any trace of emotion.

Mattheo's mind races, trying to make sense of your reaction. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to push back, to challenge him, to give him something to work with. But instead, you're just... accepting it.

A flicker of annoyance flares within him, quickly followed by a surge of frustration. This wasn't what he had planned, wasn't how it was supposed to play out. He wanted a challenge, not this... this acquiescence.

He eyes you with a small frown, before turning on his heel and walking out. He’s both frustrated and confused, pondering your words as he makes his way back to the Slytherin common room. Were you really that pathetic? Did you actually have no backbone?

He walks back into the relatively empty common room, spotting the whole group in their usual spot. He goes over to them, tossing his bag to the side as he plops down onto the sofa with a sigh. Pansy eyes him with amusement as she speaks.

“So how was your first evening with our perfect student? Did you woo her under the stars?” Pansy teases as Mattheo fishes around in his pocket for a cigarette.

“Serenade her with a poem?”Theodore joins in, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Merlin, I knew she was a stick-up but to be that much of a push-over? She’s so mind-numbingly fucking boring it's actually insane.” Mattheo starts, lighting the cigarette as he takes a deep drag.

“I mean, I told her that she had to do all the work and give me the credit, and she just said ok! No fighting back, not even a look of annoyance. She just looked down and said Ok,” He exclaims, still rather baffled as he smokes his cigarette.

Lorenzo raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Well, isn't that just precious," he taunts, the hint of mockery in his tone unmistakable. "Our little goody-two-shoes just rolling over and playing dead at the first sign of trouble."

Mattheo scowls, taking another drag from his cigarette as he mulls over their words. It's frustrating, infuriating even, to think that you would just acquiesce without so much as a fight. He had been expecting resistance but instead, he's met with nothing but compliance, and it grates on his nerves in a way he can't quite explain.

"Well, whatever," Mattheo mutters, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he leans back against the sofa.

Just as he goes to speak, his eyes are drawn to the entrance of the common room. The group falls silent at your arrival. You walk through the common room, not even glancing in their direction as you clutch your school bag tightly, heading back up to your dorm.

‘Like you have your tail between your legs’ Mattheo thinks, observing your retreating form.

“Maybe it turned her on?” Theodore proposes. Draco groans, setting down his mug as he rolls his eyes.

“That's disgusting. I do not need to be thinking about that,” He complains.

“You’re the weirdo who proposed the bet anyway!” Theodore quips back, and they soon fall into a silly argument.

It’s all background noise for Mattheo, who can't seem to stop thinking about you. There was no chance you were simply so easily swayed, so complacent. No, there had to be more to it.

Mattheo was a Slytherin through and through. Cunning, resourceful, and ambitious. And if he wanted something, he would always get it. Mattheo would win this bet, and if not for the 100 galleons, it would be to unravel and destroy you, for he saw in your innocence a challenge — a spotless canvas begging for the brushstrokes of corruption, a pure soul ripe for the taint of himself. Even the most virtuous are not spared, and in his eyes, your fall would be his ultimate triumph.

@schaebickel @multifandom-worlds @mildlyuninformative @lillywildly @gillyweeds @anti-hero03

#slytherin #slytherin boys #tom riddle #harry potter #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys fic #theodore nott #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x y/n

[crimsonlikeshellsing]

Just thinking about teasing Bakugo’s nipples…Like the man has fuking tits, what am I supposed to do, not suck them?!?

So I was wondering if you could write something of that? 😅

EEK so this is the first time I am writing an ask so lowkey a bit excited don't mind me but. YES YES YES. the things I would do to that man's tits.

Nswf! Of course .

Warnings : pet names, nipple sucking and slight mentions of lactation.

It takes some time to get him to agree. He would just look at you confused the first time and say :what I'm not a girl-. But then he finally tries it and my god are you in for a fun time.

Just imagine having him sitting in your lap with his legs wraped around your waist as he is trying not to fall apart under your touch.

D-doesnt eaven feel that go-O-d. He would say as he is trying not to let out the sluttiest moan you have ever heard. His cheeks would be bright red.

He would have one hand at the back of your head and he would lowkey pull your hair on accident but you are willing to put up with if it means you get to have him like this for a while .

If you make some comment like :i wonder if I'll get any milk from these . He would absolutely look the other direction trying not to let you see his flustered gaze.

He clould cum just from you suckong his nipples . (And he has.)You sometimes bite his nipples to tease him and his back makes the most beautiful arch that pushes his chest further in to your mouth!

Lets just say he always has some marks on his chest that force him to wear his winter uniform during the summer. He isn't mad about it though. As long as you're happy that's what matters to him and you are lucky that he's so in love with you that he is willing to let you do these types of things to him.(also he actually loves it when you do it but would rather die then to ever tell you)

Welp that's all! I hope this was what you were expecting and don't be shy to ask for more ! And for other characters as well!

#sub!bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou x y/n #bakugou headcanons

[lara-prism-light]

ok, I saw these ads about this new game, AFK, and I decided to see what it was about, and well, the art style is beautiful, the character designs are very good and elegant, it's also a fantasy RPG, something I I like it, but even better….

THEY HAVE A FUKING JESTER!!!!

Ok, that convinced me! I'M DOWNLOADING THIS GAME!!!

#afk journey

[lynnieos]

ENANENE AU LIGHTNING ROUND LETS GO

Mermaid gfs!! Idk how exactly they fall in love but they are smitten with each other and visit whenever they can <3 they can't always see each other and they can't live together because Nene is a sea mermaid and ena is a freshwater fish, but they make it work :> maybe through some magic landed to them by a friend? (Witch Haruka anyone?) Very Very nice I love them

Designer and her super cute customer :> Maybe ena is a famous model and she's doing a fashion shoot that requires some decorative chocolate looking props to be made, and ena finds this wonderful shop with super pretty designs- oh my God the owner is so pretty. Gay panic intensifies

I think they get closer because of nene allowing her to like. Have a say with what goes where I guess? Ena normally doesn't have any control over what she wears and what she gets to do, so nene allowing her to not only refuse certain things but also to let her have a PART in what she gets to wear touched her a lot. (Maybe... ena who never broke through her struggles with art and fully converted to posing and looking cute for social media who eventually got picked up by a modeling agency... and nene who reawakens her passion for art with her passion...maybe....)

Hermit artist who runs into the prettiest lady while looking for some supplies. She fumbles through a conversation with said pretty lady and ends up asking to draw her. Pretty lady says yes. They kiss at some point

I think this is like in a fantasy esque au but also if ena ended up becoming like her dad; successful and miserable. She doesn't go out almost ever, only ever when she needs supplies or when her annoying roommate (fes Mizuki)drags her outside. Nene I think is a high noble, who's known for her lovely voice. Neither Ena or Nene know who the other is (ena does not bring nene into her dusty ass studio). Ena gets a commission from the Kusanagi family and is like "THE KUSANAGIS? LIKE THE FAMOUS KUSANAGIS? THOSE ONES?" And she meets nene again and they're both like "THAT WAS YOU???"

Very meet-cute, very fluff slight comedic misunderstandings

I know nene is underwater ignore it. They're both flower nymphs who's flowerpatches bloom next to each other. Nenes flowers seem to hang from something so maybe one day she slips and falls into Ena's flower patch (she doesn't get hurt, thankfully) . Ena is initially apprehensive around her but the friendly human who takes care of both of their flowers (rui) encourages her to give Nene a chance. Nene is really shy but manages to visit Ena and strike up a conversation. Ena. Well. She falls in love like five minutes in. Gay panic once again. They get closer, nene coming down to visit Ena more and more and ena coming up to visit nene occasionally. They fall in love get married and shit this one is just really cute and wholesome, no stakes I think

Nene is a traveling musician along with her friends, Emu, Tsukasa, and Rui. They give shows not only to the people of the towns they visit, but also to the fairies and mystical creatures who decide to sneak a peak at what they're playing. Ena is one of these mystical creatures, a fairy who was drawn in by her beautiful voice. She never goes far kest she worry her friend, Mizuki, who despite their apprehension seems to be interested in the troupe as well... maybe because of a certain flutist?

Anyway. Ena gets a bit too sloppy one day and gets caught by none other than Nene, who is actually quite kind to her, which surprises Ena, as most humans would try to catch her. They become friendly quickly, and ena has a tiny crush (as if she didnt already have one) by the end of the night (can you tell I like a certain dynamic between them.) Nene eventually has to leave, but she promises Ena that she will come back one day. Ena simply can't wait for that day to come.

I love them so fuking much can you tell

#au shit #enanene #ena shinonome #nene kusanagi #project sekai #save me enanene #save me #slight sliiiight mizurui #i dont like mizurui so this is all youre getting from me

[rknchan]

HAPPINESS CHARGE PRETTY CURE LOVE POST

i just finished hcpc and i really enjoyed it !!!!!! its not going to be some kind of deep analysis i just gonna be silly about things i like in hcpc

THE CHARACTERS i adore each and every one of them (except for namakeruda i wanna punch him with lovely punching punch)

MEGUMI CHAAAN shes so precious to me !!!! so pure so truly lovely her desire to make everyone happy is so heartwarming megumichan always puts a smile on my face whenever shes on screen ^^

i saw people thinking shes mary sue but i cannot agree :c for me marysue is a character so perfect that theyre unbelievable (!)

and megumi IS believable to me . people like megumi do exist,,,,, and she has more serious flaws than being clumsy and bad at studying;

shes all about helping others but cares about herself little, when shes suffering her pain is hidden behind a smile to the point she can't resist her pain anymore, she worries about being weak and her help is not needed - altruistic people like megumi often experience this feelings too

also she reminds me of my fav person </3 and she motivates me to become a better person myself and believe in love and happiness,,, sorry it sounded cheesy but its true.. thank you megumi ^^

HIME HIME HIME my blorbo !!!!! at the beginning her anxiety and arkwardness, feeling of being not worthy enough to be a precure, escaping from problems felt so relatable :c and it felt so good to see her grow. the moment when she saved iona was so powerful. i wish we saw more of her family when she returned to blue sky

btw i love meguhime as friends and as a pairing theyre so pure so cute they care for each other so much awwww,w,w,,w,w,w, *holds them gently*

YUKOO precious rice bean and the most canonical lesbian of hcpc

i love her rice song its cute and catchy i often chant it ahhahaha

also i like how she always wants to keep peace, to befriend villains and give them love they lacked !!! "why keep fighting if we can eat delicious rice together" SAY THIS LOUDER QUEEN HONEY shes so based for this

i can't say much about iona maybe ??? shes a deep and realistic character and her story with cure tender makes me cry but tbh she put me off in the beginning as it was uncomfortable to watch her being harsh on hime (tho its justified)... but she grew a lot too ,,,,

i expected to dislike seiji but actually he was such a nice character and a loyal friend who actually has chemistry with megumi and role in the plot

QUEEN MIRAGE is my fav villain ever and tbh i can even relate to her

deranged traumatised emowoman ily

the story of her relationship with blue breaks my heart ... the moments when she still wants to be loved by blue but cant resist her anxious thoughts and red's manipulation... HER PURIFICATION SCENE WHEN ALL THE CURES COMFORTED MIRAGE;;;;; HER REUNION WITH BLUE;;;;;;;; sobs

the generals are so fun to watch :) dorks with goofy hats

hosshiwa remains my crush forever..... and oresky and namakeruda are just fuking silly smashing them smashing them

tho their final battle with the cures and their purification was such a deep and impressing scene

i love how brutal and creative was this season with its attacks. lovely punching punch <333 lovely beam <33 princess bullet machine gun <333 let cute girls do some violence

and their innocent form attacks are just beautiful

hcpc is often criticized for its repetitive designs and i sorta agree... but at least they were creative with international cures designs (aloha and bomber girls are my favourite, also im glad to see a cure from my country !!!! cure katyusha <3) and form changes AND FOREVER LOVELY DESIGN JUST SLAYS. SHE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL ANGEL

also maybe theres a meaning behind the similar designs??? like, all the cures all over the world have similar costumes and it can symbolize they have a lot in common, theyre unite, they are a million-cure team .. while the phantom generals are all different, there's nothing uniting them, there's no team spirit or friendship between them

also the soundtrack is so good and catchy !!!!! i adore the opening and the rice song (and especially honey and hosshiwa's song battle) and the innocent song !!!!

i love the message of hcpc that everyone is worthy to be happy and loved, even if youre in deep despair, disappointed in life, thinking you'll never be loved and thus love is worth nothing - someone is always going to be here for you

but at the same time it points out that love can be a destructive force (red, mirage, dark seiji), that its impossible to be happy all the time, that feeling pain and hate is valid

sorry it turned out so long i hope i could share my love for happiness charge with you ,,,,,

i love you megumi i love you hime i love you yuko i love you iona i love you blue i love you red i love you mirage i love you seiji i love you masukomio i love you phantomu i love you hosshiwa i hate you namakeruda i love you oresky I LOVE YOU HAPPINESS CHARGE

#happiness charge precure #pretty cure #precure #happiness charge pretty cure #megumi aino #cure lovely #forever lovely #hime shirayuki #cure princess #yuko omori #cure honey #iona hikawa #cure fortune #seiji sagara #blue #queen mirage #megumi x seiji #blue x mirage #long post #mahou shoujo #magical girl

[meatballsu]

I'm so confused about people judging arya killing people and deciding if those were right or wrong. Do I have to mind you this is a fking war? Did the poor family ask to being robbed and die of hunger and knwo nothing? Did the man ask to be hang, the woman ask to be raped and sliced? You survive because you roll in the mud, eat dirt and bug, get your finger numbed and chopped off, let fleas become part of your body, suffer from beaten, sickness, burning and rape to save your little life. Will people give you more bread because you are a kid? Will the guard let you free because you are a highborn girl? Soldiers raped people, robbed houses, slaved and murdered folks only because they want to and they don't fuking care and noone says a word and buming some nonsense like murder is worse than kill or sliting throat is inhumane～ Suddenly a girl who is no more than 12 try to live killing people she believed who deserved to die and she become guitable?

OH OH also become a psycho killer's wife or hostage is better than running around in the muddy field to fightyour own way out because man will pity me and fall in love with me in the end because I'm pretty and brave and having a kind heart! WOW BIG BRAIN big kudo to your fancy world!

Some people seems too afraid of women who have power to kill man so they call her a psycho. It is so funny that in this fandom power is only granted to women who conform to specific beauty standards or rely solely on their intelligence. The notion that only "ugly" women are allowed to wield weapons. If any girl happen to take a knife and slit one man's throat and they got panic bacause woman can't be that strong! Seriously fck you all.

#arya stark #I stan women who are able to kill people

[moontheoretist]

Tweet by @thegamerwebsite: "As games become more realistic, our beauty standards can broaden to include characters like Dame Aylin"

Tweet by @BestBoyBosco: "Not if you want normal males to buy your stuff. Games are, typically, aspirational products. That is, players get to do or see something they normally don't. Games are an escape. Only the uncreative and those with an axe to grind advocate for escapes to reflect reality".

Those two tweets are proof that men are not okay and have no taste.

Spoiler, a rage rant of offended media scholar incoming.

Exactly as Anthony said. HOW can anybody think that Dame Aylin is ANYTHING BUT A TOP TIER WOMAN?! ARE YOU ALL DAFT!? Are they all just nuts? AYLIN IS A FUKING MODEL! SHE IS A BEAUTY STANDARD ALREADY! SHE DOESN'T NEED TO BE ADDED THERE BECAUSE SHE SETS THE FUCKING STANDARD! Normal males? YOU MEAN DUDEBRO IDIOTS?! Those are not normal men. Those are just men who never saw a normal woman in their whole fucking life close enough to notice she is not made of plastic. And I also have a bone to pick with "games are aspirational". Games like what? Tetris? It's also a game. It's a video game that has no models (not counting the colored blocks you are stacking upon each other). Hell, there are game studies scholars who insisted that game models or narrative have no impact on how you perceive the video game because video games are about mechanics only (i.e. Aarseth and his babling about how playing a dot doesn't differ from playing an avatar looking like a human which is BS of epic proportions, but I will not shit on him here, I already did that at uni when we talked about his ideas and how wild they all are to reject the narrative and design layers of video games). Games show gamers something they normally don't do or see? Hah! Bold of you to assume you can just say something like this without excluding so many games that you would get a whiplash from the number alone. Only uncreative advocate for "escapes" to reflect reality? Oh, yeah, sure. Those very well known escapes like CALL OF DUTY WHERE YOU GO TO WAR. Yeah, definitely super escapist from real life, for sure. Especially now.

I got so angry I nearly blew a fuse here. Anyway, I don't trust any man who says Dame Aylin is unattractive... and I don't trust any man who says that games exist only for escapism, when games have so many other uses like exploring mental illness or gender, making art etc.

Only dudebro men who feel like their "sacred place" of video games is threatened by women, people of color and queer people, talk shit like this because to them games are escapism from real life stuff simply because they're too short-sighted to see that all their fav games are political or talk about topics they despise in real life to the point they don't even notice video games critiquing things they love in real life.

Source: Here you can watch Anthony's video!

#dame aylin #game studies #fandom critical #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #I didn't make masters and wrote my master thesis about games #so some dudebro idiots would put shit like this online #I feel personally responsible to end their idiocy now #i will fucking show you unatrractive you assholes #rant

[bearded-shepherd]

LET’S TALK: LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS VOL 3 (few spoilers)

THREE ROBOTS: EXIT STRATEGIES >>

The first episode starts out super strong with everyone’s beloved robots! On their next stop, they’re visiting where all the sorry fukers hoarding all the money come to cower in isolation. The whole short was just jabs after jabs towards humanity, tech bros, and billionaires have me ded laughing… bet Musky boy is lovin this… on top of his ‘elongate’ thing (:

BAD TRAVELING >>

I dunno how ya can put a whole ass movie in less that 14:00 min, but they did it somehow! Also, ya never really thought crabs can be so terrifying and yet so delicious at the same time. But anyways, the short took me on a loop (especially the ending).

THE VERY PULSE OF THE MACHINE >>

Kids, drugs are a powerful thing; and if ya start hearing your dead friend spouting deep shit like it’s 3 o’clock in the morn on a weed session, then uh … idk it’s all vibes from there really.

Damn I can’t get enough of the visuals, stunning and trippy. What I really like about this short is that it take same story of dying in space. Most stories ya have the person float out into space, drifting further and further into the black ink… alone; But in this short, ya have the feeling of not being alone in an array of beauty ( even if it’s the drugs doing all the talking).

NIGHT OF THE MINI DEAD >>

O man I fukin love this; just full fukin chaos out the wazoo. I love the literal aspect of it all. It’s like one of those shitty mobile games that is constantly advertised and ya know it’s false advertisement, but actually came to life (or in a mini short). I will honestly play the fuk out of a game like this.

KILL TEAM KILL >>

If the Terminator, G.I Joe, and The Edge had a fuck up baby, this is it. What more can ya ask for; just 3 loving parents raising an edgy child. Pure fukin testosterone shooting up to ya brain creating a whole ass fever dream. This is Adult Swim gold right here.

SWARMS >>

That Guy: Let’s exploit this alien race (presumably non sentient) for profit Everyone Else:  … da fuk you aint

Humans being humans I suppose. So  uh, we all skipped the sex part right?

MASON'S RATS >>

First of all, what the hell was in the GMOs? Second, how did WW3 end? And third, how rich is this fuker to be able to buy all this tech?

Another thing, these rats hold ZERO grunges even if the main guy bought tech to literally commit rat genocide… like wot, did the rats not eat enough GMOs or somethin to think for a sec. Whatevs, that’s not the horrifying part, that goes to the Traptech guy and his tiny ponytail friend.

I can’t deny, I did laughed pretty hard on the long scene with the TT-15 over killing one of the rats tho.

IN VAULTED HALL ENTOMBED >>

This is a long video game trailer right? Right? I mean Ya got ya generic male lead that was randomly created by  a COD character creation thing. HOWEVER, this short, the true lead is Cthulhu’s lost sibling Cbhubhu alright. My eye is on them and only them. But no seriously, if this was a game I would actually be interested in; I wanna know the story/world and I wanna get to kno… them.

JIBARO >>

Now boy Howdy, this one fuked me. Girl out here fuking it up on the waters and slaying the boys in the yard. Can’t resist a lil jingle jangles in our brains and it goes strait to our jiggly asses; except for that one knight, he was deaf… (:(:(:

Anyways, fukin brilliant, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I love how confused the siren was when she realized the guy was just not reactive at all.

Honestly, this short haunted me the most (well besides the traptech guy…)

Overall, great season; I really enjoyed it and for me, a definite step up from the last season. It’s hard to choose a favorite on this one; but I do say, the true winner was the soundtrack. The music in each short just fit so well.

#love death and robots #love death + robots #LTs #love death and robots spoilers #three robots #jibaro #kill team kill #the vaulted hall entombed #mason's rats #night of the mini dead #bad traveling #the pulse of the machine #swarms

[i-bring-crack]

The picture of Ruler! Ashborn being a bit more buffed up and yet more pristine looking than Jin woo. I feel like the closest I could describe it would be Jin Woo's body on chapter 200. He is taller than most people but he isn't as buffed up as say, Thomas.

And all of his white straight hair (that turned into a long wavy purple when he died) actually makes him look even more thin, sort of like how the Absolute being appears to be. His face of course is defiently that of Sung Jin Woo, all raised and beautiful but with white hair and longer eyelashes than the current Jin Woo. Both eyes are a pure glow of white, and honestly they would look very soft and childish when he smiles, but then he could also pull that scary expression like the ones Jinwoo makes. His eyes post death would also be like very haunting, in this type of sexy haunting with purple eyes. Like at one point his smile was the most bright thing in the world and now his insane smile just haunts everyone.

I need the world to give me Ruler Ashborn being cutest himbo dad that just had a whole ass villain arc and became even sexier.

Of course all of that sexyness just had to be hidden by armor because Ashborn really likes getting geared the fuck up. Everyone thinks it's because behind that mask he is some horrible monster meanwhile the only one who has seen his true self was the Ruler he was closest to (and was always like -_- why tf you so photogenic yet choose to wear every plate of armor) and Antares who totally didn't wanna bang that no totally not/s.

But at the same time, it's not gay if it's just the fuking embodiment of death.

#solo leveling manwha #spoilers #ashborn #antares #picture daddywoo with long hair #picture him please #lucky fuking Antares got to see emo daddywoo #i cant believe i just said that shit #words i never thought would come out #but like not the weirdest you know #prob #OMG OMG OMG #WAIT #WOO JIN CHUL RULER #ASHBORN JIN WOO #AND ANTARES CHA HAE IN #THE OT3 I FUKING NEED #bye

[chapterhour]

The time on the dashboard read, 12:26 am, as I sat driver's seat of my 2012 BMW. My car was parked at the top of Park Ln South dead-end hill that overlooked the entire East New York. This place became my favorite place to escape and gather my thoughts. The radio played low through the speakers, as the dim light illuminated the driver and passenger seats of the black-tinted car. Bryce sat in the passenger seat as he crushed weed on a $100 bill, licking his lips, and observing my moments. We made eye contact as he flashes me a sexy smile and winked at me. 

Bryce was a graduate of All Hallows All-Boys High School and was the kind of man no one saw coming. He was known for hustling discreetly. At just the age of 22. He owned a cab service company called the Black Jet Co. Black Jet wasn’t your typical cab service. His services mainly specialized in OT (out-of-town/on-tour)traveling services that stretched out to Canada and Buffalo. He created a system that cleaned his funds and optimized his leverage to smuggle and distribute drugs across the nation while maintaining a low profile. 

Fuking Genius!. I have to admit this guy was a handsomely clever dude, with a sharp mind who was married to the hustle; Just how I liked them. Straight ambitiousness. He stood 6 ft tall, with caramel pigmentation that was soft to the touch, dark brown hair, almond shape bright hazel eyes, and a smile that was contagious.

Bryce was making good money and it showed. He kept his operation running smoothly and under the radar, by mixing in local cab services on days he wasn't too exhausted. He drove around in many different cars but owned a beautiful white-tinted 2014 Mercedes Benz CLA 250. He dressed comfortably in Polo or Nike-tech attire with white Nike low-tops to complete the fit. He rocked a medium icy cuban link, a Rolex, and a few matching hand rings. Bryce worked out and was in great shape, so anything he wore fit his body to perfection. He was gentle enough to lift me like a baby and strong enough to kick some ass if pushing came to shoving. As fit and strong as he was, he still carried his P320 SPECTRE COMP handgun just in case shit went left. There was no telling what could happen in the midst of his paper-chasing & life-gambling hobbies and he was prepared for whatever. 

My only response to his contagious smile was rosy cheeks as I smiled ear to ear. My urges wanted to eat him alive as I watched him put his tongue on the paper to seal the spliff shut. He then sparks the lighter to steam dry the joint before lighting it on one end and inhaling through the other. I wasn't sure why everything this man did had turned me on, but it was like clockwork. At any time of every day.

Bryce chuckled as he sat up and adjusted his body a little closer to me, I shimmed closer to him and asked ‘‘what’s so funny’’. 

We shared broad smiles as our faces got closer to one another’s. 

He responded “ you!’’ 

Me?, What did I do? 

I responded. 

He laughs and then kisses me. His kisses always made me want to eat his face, but I decided to take my time and enjoy these moments. 

It was roughly a month since I’d seen Bryce and although there were times when we went on tours together., it also wasn’t unlikely for him to go OT alone for days with almost no communication besides a check-up on both ends. Which in the end was alright because I never had a reason not to trust him and vice versa.

Without hesitation I kiss him back slowly slipping my tongue into his mouth, turning our smoke session into a heated make-out session. I started sucking on his tongue gently, making slurping noises. He slightly spits in my mouth

 ‘‘mmmmm tasty’’  I respond. 

His touches were always gentle as he starts to grope my breast with one hand and held the joint in another. 

‘‘You're so nasty’’ he mentioned. I giggle and stick out my tongue signifying I wanted more. 

He inhaled deep filling his mouth with smoke. Puts the joint in the ashtray that sat in the cup holder, then turns to me. 

He grabbed my face put his lips on mine, then exhales into my mouth. I inhaled and suck on his bottom lip as he pulls away looking me in the face. Bryce grabs and lightly tugs a handful of my curly hair, pulling my head backward as he starts passionately sucking on my neck. I Let out a soft moan as his hands are now making their way past my stomach caressing my thighs. 

With my left hand, I pull the lever to adjust my seat to a more comfortable laid-back position giving him space to adjust his body closer to mine. Bryce leans over towards me and in between kisses says ; ‘‘you missed me, baby?’’ … 

nodding my head yes I responded; ‘‘Can I Show you’’? 

‘‘Nah, let me show you how much I missed you,’’ he continued to say.

Bryce held the to keys my heart and he knew it. Aside from his thuggish persona his good looks. He wasn’t afraid to show me affection while being attentive to my needs. Not to mention showering me with gifts, fancy dinners, and trips was only the icing on the cake. 

We’ve learned each-other desires and it was really easy for us to enjoy one another.

After adjusting the seat I laid back in he slowly unzipped the zipper holding my blouse together exposing my breast, he was surprised to see I wasn't wearing a bra giving me an annoyed look. 

 ‘‘what? I wore this for you,’’ smiling while making playful posing gestures. ’’ asking him if he liked it

if it was intended for me then I love it’’

he smiled back while cupping and massaging both of my breasts. 

He leans downwards and started flick-licking my right nipple while his soft fingers rubbed and played with the left one. Sucking on my tits made my vagina tingle, desperately yearning for him to touch me more and have his way with me. He began slowly running his fingers in a circular motion around my nipple, across my chest, and down past my stomach. Inching down to my hips he teased my waistline with his touches. I squirmed and softly moan some more as my vagina became moist, soaking my underwear. He traced my bikini line with his fingers through my tights, then took his index along with his middle finger and began rubbing right underneath the clitoral hood causing my clit to throb and flourish, all without touching skin. As I look down at my needy area I can see my vagina imprinted through my light grey tights with wet marks that formed from my juices. 

Bryce glanced at me as I bite my lips watching his hands fondle my clitoris through my clothes before he says; ‘‘tell me, baby, what do you want?’’

As Usher played softly in the background… 

‘’I’ve been waiting for this for so long, we’ll make love until the sun comes up, Baby... I just wanna take it nice and slow’’

‘’I want you to take it nice and slow’’; I responded giving him a seductive look.

Bryce smiled and pulled down my tights exposing my white laced thong. He let’ out a sigh of relief mixed with hunger as he pulled my panties to the side. He blew lightly on my pussy causing goosebumps to dominate my legs. Eager to feel his touch, I lifted the bottom half of my body so that he can devour me entirely, and just as anticipated he placed his tongue on my clit and sucked it softly. The warmth of his mouth made my pussy cream almost instantly. Sucking turned into tongue play as he spread open my pussy lips and flicked his tongue back and forth on my clitoris, splashing and drinking my juices. 

‘‘I moan’’; & he slurped. 

The more I squirmed the more his tongues play intensified, he begins grunting seductively in between his meal and saying; ‘ you taste so good ’’ 

I respond in between moans; ‘‘mmm tell me you love this pussy. 

he responds. ‘’ I love this pussy, as he fondled my vagina with his soft hands before licking his fingers. 

The more he fondled the more my juices flowed. Bryce was rock-hard and ready to go. As I watched as he rubbed his dick through his Nike sweats. He then turns and looked at me with glossy bedroom eyes as he said; “come ride on this dick’’ 

Watching him recline the passenger seat back told me it was time to saddle up. I pull off my tights leaving on my thong as I thought to myself if we get run down on, at least I’ll be wearing underwear. The thought of the ridiculous idea, made me chuckle looking in his direction. I saw him begin to empty his pockets, putting his wallet on the dashboard before his cell phone chimed. He looked at the screen, opened his phone, responded to a text, locked it then throws it on the dashboard of the car. He laid back and loosened the tied strings on his tracksuit before pulling down both sweats and boxers exposing his large shaft. Still massaging it himself he says; ‘’Come here Ma, Hop on’’

Turned on, I leaned over and we began kissing again. 

‘’what’s the hurry baby? I wanna taste you’’; I kissed him again and began to stroke his penis making the tip moist. 

In between strokes, I’d tease the tip licking my fingers while playing with just. the head

‘‘mph girl’’ Your such a tease as he let out a sexy moan-like grunt.

I smiled and then kiss him on the lips one last time before proceeding down to lick around the head of his dick. I sucked the head softly with my warm mouth making him stiffen his legs. The more I sucked the more my mouth and vagina began to water as he thrust my mouth. Saliva dripped down his penis as my mouth was latched around it causing him fuck my face deeper. Moaning he held my head as I motioned it up and down faster and deeper.

‘‘FUK!’’ he pleaded. 

I was hands-on craving this man and he was just about to find out how much. Knowing he may be at the peak of an explosion. I jumped on his lap into a reverse cowgirl position, pulled my thong to the side, and slide his thick penis inside my throbbing vagina. The tightness of my walls made us gasp upon entry. 

‘‘mph this pussy is so wet & tight ma’’; he said while he slapped my ass 

‘‘mmm’’ What else baby? I moaned as I rode his horse.

‘‘Do that thing I like, he responded

It was time to hit the full throttle as I hula hooped on his dick. Holding on to my small waist and breathing heavily he begins licking his fingers. I knew he was about to give me double penetration. My hands held on to the dashboard as he rubbed my clitoris with one hand and fingered my ass with the other. thrilled with pleasure, I bounced and rode his stallion faster. After a few minutes, I could feel us both about to erupt. His erection grew thicker inside me as my juices expelled from my pudenda with every stroke.

‘‘squirt for me doll face, he spoke

‘’I moan uncontrollably as I feel my legs shaking 

He continued to play on my sinking island as I slowly slid my leg up and turned my body to face him. gliding his dick directly into my pudenda. 

He grunts softly signifying he liked it and he was just about ready to fill me up like a cream pie

‘‘mmmm daddy, you ready? , I asked, looking back at him. He slapped and squeezed my ass harder while playing with my clit with the other making it more sensitive by the second. My pussy explodes on his dick causing him to give me a few more strokes until he couldn't hold back from releasing himself. 

‘‘I moan and cum uncontrollably

He slaps my ass again. Then asked;

‘’where you want it ma?’’ 

‘’where ever you’d like it, I responded. 

‘’I want to put it in your mouth’’, he said seductively staring at me with his deep eyes. 

Bryce had a way of making me feel naked even if I was fully clothed, It was a look that said ‘’you don't have to be naked to be sexy.’’ and he made me feel just that all the time. No matter what time of day it was. To me, he was perfect and I had nothing to complain about.

Without any hesitation, I jump off, hopped back in the driver seat then got in a kneeling position. I placed my mouth on his shaft sucking off all my juices. I deep-throated a few times before he grabs my head, grunting and breathing heavily he released a large loud nutting in my mouth. 

Emptying his tank I swallowed each shot he released not saving any for later.

He grunts softly as he rubs my head and then looks at me.

I love you, he told me.

I always enjoyed hearing him say those words. I looked at him, smiled back then said; 

oh, you love me? What else?’’ I shot back.

You’re going be my wife and you’re going to have my kids one day and that's all that there is to it. He then responded; while smiling back.

Speechless by what he had expressed. My only response was to smile and climb into his arms and kiss. 

No, this Mfuker did not just take his heart and share it like the last slice. I thought to myself as laid in his arms while the music continued playing softly through the speakers of the car. We laughed and talked about our goals as we planned to build and empire together. Bryce was the guy all the girls drooled over, While some other cats hated on him on the low. He loved natural women. Women who were bossy, that came with ambition along with some attitude. He loved an assertive woman, and I was what he was missing. Although I was involved in the nightlife, he supported everything was involved in without ever questioning me. Bryce didn't care as long as I remained level-headed, loyal, and hungry for success. He made it his business to help build higher stats for myself in the nightlife industry. He introduced me to photographers he he was already well acquainted with, paid for photoshoots, and drench me in Chanel gear. 

Bryce often called me doll face; in reference to always comparing my resemblance to the Chole’s Bratz doll. Needless to say, he wasn't lying. I stood 5 foot 3 inches with a fair complexion, long thick blonde hair, crystal green eyes, B-cup-sized breasts and natural curves. Bryce enjoyed more how bottom-heavy I was and his his hands were never shy. 

After a few minutes of snuggling close, a firm knocking is heard hitting against the tinted window of my BMW. Not expecting anyone to be roaming the area at this time. My heart instantly started pounding in my chest as i thought to my self.

The area where we were parked was surround by tall trees and rocky roads that stood almost on a cliff at a dead-end. Not to mention it’s a tough uphill walk with almost little to no light at night making it very hard to see and even more easier to get lost.

They knock again. I looked at him as he turned his head to look out the window, clicked off the light trying to get a better look through the tinted glass. Hearing voices that didn’t seem familiar to Bryce had him on edge. Not being able to identify who it was outside. Bryce placed his hand and pulled out his handgun he had tucked in between the seat and the passenger door. As tapping turned into banging. I jumped out of his arms and into the driver's seat becoming more frightened. 

Bryce adjusts his pants as we listened to three unfamiliar voices surrounding my car. I rush to put my tights on and zip my blouse together as Bryce signals me to keep quiet by putting his finger on his lips, while gripping his gun and looking through the rear and peripheral mirrors. He watched their movements, as they circled the vehicle. We sit quietly As #5 tints made it hard to see inside of the car & verse versa.

Bryce tried to listen to the voices; as they spoke 

‘’are you sure this is the car?’’; the first voice said 

‘’It has to be, matches all the info Phat gave me ‘’ the second voice says 

‘’whose shit is this anyways? ; a third voice asked 

‘’shit not important’’ let’s make this nice and easy, anything go wrong blast a motherfuker and whoever else witem’’ ; the first voice continued to say….

GLASS SHATTERS* 

The back passenger window is suddenly smashed shattering glass all over the back seat. Bryce jumps out of the car pointing his gun finding a party of three with one holding a crowbar. I heard running footsteps, suggesting they weren't expecting Bryce to be armed and loaded. As my eyes followed the sound that hit the pavement, I noticed two men running to an all-black Nissan Altima that was parked a few feet behind my car with the lights off. Which most likely explained why we didn't notice them coming in. 

As the dual hauled ass, the other guy stood frozen in fear with his hands up holding the crowbar used to smash my window. Bryce had a deathly look on his face as he stared at this guy I’ve never seen before down. 

He proceeded to taunt the dude by letting out a sarcastic laugh before saying; 

haha, are you fuking serious? Gimme the crowbar’’ ; as Bryce held his hand out wanting to retrieve the dudes weapon

As this man stood there in fear, extending his hand that held the crowbar. Bryce looked at him chuckled some more and said while gesturing; 

come on, come closer…; now pointing the gun at his groin area  

The man inches closer giving Bryce enough arm reach to gun-bud in the face him knocking him to the ground. He begins beating the man halfway the death. Poor dude didn't even see any of it coming. Not only did his two friends make a U-turn and speed off leaving him for dead but this defenseless human was about to wish he made better decisions. As I watched Bryce brutally whip this man with his gun, I thought and wondered to myself who in the hell those men were and how they got the drop on us. 

I started hearing wet noises and pounding as I snapped back into present time got out of the car, and rushed over to where the man's limb body laid on the concrete. I began pulling Bryce away telling him 

Babe that's enough !!

‘’ who sent you bitch’’ he yelled at the man coughing up blood. 

I looked down at the man almost feeling sorry for him. as he tried to speak, coughing and holding his face

it wa a joo; he managed to say with hardly any teeth left in his mouth. 

What’d you say you bitch ass nigga? Bryce roared back 

‘’It was a job man, the guy pleaded. Phat Boy sent us the drop.’’ said you had something that belonged to him. 

Man, please.’’ ; the man continued to plead 

‘’Phat Boy?’’ Bryce said under his breath looking puzzled ; Yoo what the fuk are you talking about scrap?’’ ; Bryce asks the man. 

I looked at Bryce, while he pointed his gun at the man , squinting his eye with his head tilted in confusion. 

He continued ‘’Phat Boy, said you had some that belonged to him. He said he’d pay us if we took care of this.

 Bryce grinds his teeth and responses;

Yeah? Phat boy? he never appeared to be a stupid man. So he sent you… Bryce continued to taunt. & you? you’re one dumb motherfuker.

Annoyed Bryce kicked him in the face. while gesturing his arm in front of my body as if he were protecting me from the man holding together his broken face. He began kicking him in the stomach repeatedly causing him to squirm while blurting out;  ‘’I'm sorry man, I didn't know it was going to be you man, I promise, I was just doing a job, it's nothing personal’’ the man pleaded some more. 

With no remorse.

Bryce looked down at him clicked his gun off the safety, and continued to aimed it at him. I stood there trying to process everything that's about to transpire as Bryce points the gun at the man he's about to send to the gates. I rushed over to him tugging on his arm breaking his focused aggression as I pleaded for him not to kill this man.

Bryce looked at me then looked at him and said; 

‘ aigh…. I’ll just send a message instead, then pulls the trigger. 

POW!

[cant-think-of-a-good-one]

i just watched the first episode of mahoyome season 2 and i loved everything about it

im gonna just ramble about it

under the cut tho. cuz i want yall to enjoy the episode

KASJHDKJALSHDKLAHDKASSHDJAKDHA

okay okay okay

so

that was fuking ccrazy awesome

this is only the first episode so everything is so mysterious about everyone. ilove it so much

also the new music gaaahhhh

that fukin intro before the intro i dont know what that was but that was the sickest animations ever

and the episode as a whole has awsome animation

but also especially those super sick close ups. like those are so cool.

its just so beautiful and exciting.

ok im not gonna talk about the things in the thing in order i just wanna point out the neat things.

first one is those fukin cats like holy shit what are they. like i think the closest harry potter equivalent of it is the houses? but this is much cooler i think. because. cats. the music in this part is pretty cool too again, they are so so mysterious. i love all the cats they are so smug lookin lmao. what are they up to

and then the part after that with chise just standing in front of the door is me fr.

ooohh my also want to point out the animation on the caterpillar ladyy. cant believe they actually animated her funny caterpillar legs.

wait i forgot. THE INTRO AND OUTRO. those were so cool. the new junna song is so fukin cool. i think theres also some notes from the season 1 intro in the new one. like a leitmotif thing at the end. thats a nice touch. auggghhhhh i love the thorn animation and all the animation ilove animtion

wawawawawawa

i could go on forever

im gonna end it with a random thought. i think elias might be agender or nonbinary since they're a fukin ancient beast that doesnt understand gender lol. also from the promotional material they're gonna take a form of a woman ??? does that mean this is a yuri anime now XD

well, anyways thats it

i cant wait to watch the next episode

#the ancient magus bride #ancient magus bride #tamb #mahoutsukai no yome #mahoyome #rambly cally

[ownedbytaylorswift-13]

It’s a Cruel Summer | Matt Murdock x Fem!reader (1/5)

Fevere Dream

A/N: Hiiii!!!! Sooo this is the first chapter of It’s a Cruel Summer inspired by miss DR TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT’S CRUEL SUMMER. I’m in love with taylor and i’m in love with matt so you get the best of both worlds, i have been loving writting this, i hope i don’t get bored so i can finish. Basically this is just a bunch of back story like miss gurl main character y/n was an eternal and was with druig but then what happened to thena started happening to her and then she was like it’s okay just erase my memories, sho ajak did but ooooohhh surprise she’s a baby now, apperetnly she had the power of energy and well mass=energy and mass cannot be made nor destroyed it can only be transformed, sooo miss y/n while they were errasing her mind took matter from the air and made herself a human baby, ig she wanted to live a normal life, but she actually ended up getting more powers, not overpowered yet but still more, to be more intresting, then druig was all like noooooo, and ajak was like its ok and took her to an orphanage, flashforward tony adopts her, tony gets kidnapped, tony comes back as ironman, the avegers happen, iron 3 happens, the avengers start living together in the tower yayyyy!!! ultron happens, thor and bruce leave :’(( y/n and pietro fuck, y/n and pietro stop fuking, the avengers break up :’’’’’((((((((( y/n and tony fight so now y/n relates to better man and later on my tears richochette :’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’(((((((((((((((((((((, y/n goes to wakanda, y/n leaves wakanda, y/n helps thor, y/n fucks Loki, y/n fights thanos and something I didnlt specifie is that y/n absorbed the stones but after the fight and after she recovered and when dr strange came back she gave them back but what happened was that absorbnig them caused them to explode inside of her (like when Wanda destroyed them) and even tho she braught them back fragments of the stone’s stayed within her(i love being dramatic) at first she thougth everything was normal she did feel like her already existing powers had hightend and sharpened but apart form that nothing, with time she realized that there was something diferent and with her emotions the powers started sparking but in my dr’s story line is more complex becouse the more she uses them the more she awakens this like dark side of hers blahblahblah maybe  ill write about that some other time but for this fic those powers are still suppressed and haven’t fully comes out yet just little sparks here and there anyways um.... ALSO I don’t care if it’s impossible Gamora did not die, she’s alive and fine, the bang brought her back she is ok.....so the avengers get back together, even though theres like a 4 year differece peter and y/n are besties and now y/n wants to fuck matt murdock but also hold him and kiss his hair and baby him and tell him everything will be okay, this takes place in 2019 so I think is after the events of season 3 of daredevil. Also all the flashback are literally that but the last one the one that happens at 3 am thats like a dream of the battel of wakanda like what actaully happened in infinity war. I think thats all for today. im sorry this is so long, thx for reading<33333💋💋💋💋💋

Warnings: age gap (r is like 21 and matt’s like 33-34), bad writing, y/n, over powered reader, pick me girl, rich people, fwb, maybe alcohol/drugs, insensitivity, rich savior, my writting, drama, probably more.

May 21st 1998, 10:30 am

“What just happened?!” Kingo said, getting up confused.

“She’s beautiful,” Said Ajak, turning to him while holding me.

“No…No! NO! This can’t…no,” Druig knew what had happened and he could feel hot tears blurring his vision.

February 8th 1999, 12:27 pm

“Well, I don’t know what I’m gonna tell them but you are a cute baby, so just flutter your eyes a little and you’ll make them fall too” Tony, my adoptive father said while smiling big. He had me in one arm and in the other he had a bag full of baby stuff he for sure was going to need.

“Oh my God! Is that a baby Tony!? Please don’t tell me you stole it or something. We can't afford another scandal!” The strawberry blonde, thin woman said, Pepper.

“I didn’t steal her! I adopted her! She’s mine now and there is nothing you can do about it. Right baby?” He said, while baby me just did some random baby things.

“YOU ADOPTED A BABY!?” Pepper and a big man in a suit said in unison.

“Look what you did! Now she’s crying!”

June 14th 2005, 4:18 pm

“Daddy, can I tell you something crazy?” I said, very entertained with some of the toy tools he had in his workshop.

“Shoot jellybean,” My dad said, not looking up, concentrating deep on his work.

“Sometimes I can hear voices when people are not talking,” The only thing that could be here to the normal ear was just metal hitting the floor.

“Like for example right now you are not talking but I can hear your voice say “WHAT THE FU-”

“Y/N WHAT!?”

February 2nd 2008, 7:12 am

““I said, that’s enough,” said Mrs. Weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair. “Hello,

Harry, dear. I suppose you’ve heard our exciting news?” She pointed to the brand-new silver badge

on Percy’s chest. “Second Head Boy in the family!” she said, swelling with pride.

“And last,” Fred muttered under his breath.

“I don’t doubt that,” said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. “I notice they haven’t made you

two prefects.”

“What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take

all the fun out of life.”

Ginny giggled.”

I giggled at George's funny remark too, I had always found him very interesting and a little cu-

“Tony?...Hey, Tony?” The voice of a woman sounded. I didn’t even bother to look up, probably another of my fathers sleepless nights.

“He’s in his workshop, which you don’t have access to” The woman jumped at my voice and turned to me.

“And who are you?” Said the blonde, walking determinedly towards me.

“I’m y/-”

“That information is none of your concern. I’ve got your clothes here, they’ve been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there is a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you’d like to go” said Pepper.

“You must be the famous Pepper Potts” said the blond woman.

“Indeed I am,” said Pepper.

“After all these years, Tony tony still has you picking up the dry-cleaning” Probably the reporter in her, trying to get something out of Pepper.

“I do everything and anything Mr. Stark requires, including occasionally taking out the trash. Will that be all?” Pepper could be so classy when putting people in their place, something I definitely admired.

May 4th 2008, 10:09 am

I knew he was probably sore and injured but I didn't care. I hadn't seen him in months. I ran to him as soon as I saw him and hugged him hard.

“Careful there babe, your daddy is still pretty hurt” “Shut up, Rhodes” My dad said, hugging me just as hard.

May 5th 2010, 1:08 pm

“Come on, y/n/n” Pepper said, going through the glass doors and into the fancy restaurant.

“You know, it’s Europe. Whatever happens in the next 20 minutes, go with it.” My dad said.

“Go with it? Go with what?” Pepper said, knowing my dad's unpredictable and impulsive decisions.

“Mr. Stark?” Natalie, or well, Natasha said. She thought I no one knew but I had her all figured out.

“Hey,” My father said, taking his glasses off.

“How was your flight?” Natasha said, not interested at all.

“It was excellent. Boy, it’s nice to see you.” My father said, a little more flirty than he should. If only he knew who she really was, I could tell him but I also wanted to see where this led.

“We have a photographer from the AMC, if you don't mind.” Natalie said, leading my father and Pepper. After a couple of pictures and handshakes with Elon Musk, Pepper and I where seated at the table waiting for my father to return from wherever he was.

But of course that didn’t happen.

May 3th 2011, 11:56 pm

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” An agent asked.

“Last night,” My father said, smugly.

“Whoa, what's a kid doing here?” A man in a red, blue, striped uniform asked concerned and disapprovingly as I sat down on the big conference table.

“She’s mine and she's going to stay, already approved by Fury.” My father ended the discussion by starting a conversation with someone else. Everyone had a disapproving look but they knew they couldn't do anything about it, just suck it up.

“So, boys, shall we get to work?” Natasha said, sneaking a little smirk to me.

March 17th 2015, 6:38 pm

“There’s fire to the left kid! Go right!” I could hear Steve on the intercom but then I saw Clint with a kid in his arms ready to take the shooting and Pietro running to get there first.

“Clint!” I yelled trying to get there before them. I could take other people's abilities even make them stronger in me, so I concentrated and ran faster than light and in no time I was in front of both Clint and Pietro feeling the hot bullets go through and into me. I could feel them burning and clinging to me, I could feel the blood dripping, I could feel everything and nothing at all I heard yelling and Clint running to me.

“I’m going to be ok.” I said, falling to the ground. I could still register some noises, it all seems slower, maybe it was the constant bleeding, the tiredness, and dehydration, or maybe it was just my mind trying to keep my physical body alive. All I remember feeling next was big strong arms picking me up from the ground.

“I told you to go right kid.” Said the familiar voice, sad and disappointed but still soothing. Strong arms picked me up, this was too big to be Clint, it was Steve. I only rested my hand on  his arm and squeezed lightly, my eyes were heavy and I wanted to close them but I didn’t let myself. I heard voices, Steve’s apologetic one, Clint and Natasha's concerned ones and my fathers angry one.

I think the voices I’m hearing may be thoughts though, they’re too fast and abrupt it doesn’t feel like something someone would say. After more listening I had come to the conclusion that apparently the fight was over, we did it. Ultron’s dead, if he was ever alive.

I felt myself coming more to my senses, maybe I could wake up, maybe I could open my eyes but it all took so much out of me. I knew I had to make sure they knew I was all right. I was in the new compound facility, upstate, I was cold. The bullets were gone, I had completely healed myself but I was exhausted. Clint was there, still worried and a little guilty.

“I told you I was going to be ok,” I said, making him look up from the very interesting floor.

“Don’t you dare scare us like that again, kid”

May 4th 2017, 8:36 pm

“I'm sorry,” my father said, sincerely. I looked up and looked at him confused, what exactly was he apologizing for? The fight? The accords? Everything?

“I’m sorry for everything, I should have  trusted you and your judgment. I jumped to the accords, I didn’t want to lose what we had created this past couple of years. I love you, your my daughter and I don’t want to lose you,” he said coming closer, I hugged him suddenly feeling so sorry and so guilty that we let all of this happen.

“I love you too, dad,” I said, shedding a couple of tears onto his shirt.

“What happened with Steve anyways? Anything it is, I'm sure you can work it out, you always do,” I said, pulling back and walking to the mini fridge, roaming for water.

“I think this time is more complicated than that, kid,” my father said, I could feel his worry and anxiety bubbling up.

“Explain to me, you’re friends, good ones. You’ll fix it. You want something?” I asked, pointing to the mini fridge.

“No thanks,” he said sitting down on the couch.

“So?” I asked, sitting close and facing him.

“I told you it’s complicated,” he said, looking down, thinking about it.

“He lied to me about my mother, he…umm…h-he knew who killed my mother y/n” he said looking up to me.

Fuck, it was written all over my guilty face and he had the power to see right through me. Suddenly his expression changed to deep hurt, like I had just stabbed him multiple times and then slapped him, hard.

“You knew too,” he said, with extreme offense, almost as a whisper getting up from his place.

“W-what…n-no, of-f c-course not” I said, shakily.

“Y/n I don’t want to repeat this one more time, DID YOU KNOW OR DID YOU NOT?!” he said suddenly raising his voice, he never raised his voice at me.

“Dad…d-daddy I swear please, I-I di-“ I said, almost crying, trying to get closer to him. God I fucked up.

“STOP, please stop. I know your incapable and it seems to be the only thing you’re actually fucking decent at but for Gods fucking sake! STOP FUCKING AROUND AND TELL ME IF YOU KNEW ABOUT MY MOTHER!” I couldn’t say anything.

“TELL ME!” He whispered, desperately. I stayed quiet again, letting the tears stream, his eyes mimicking mine.

“YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE! I NAMED YOU AFTER HER, MARIA!  But you don’t deserve

It. YOU DON'T FUCKING DESERVE IT! GO! I don’t want to see you! I fuckking hope Steve takes you in because I won’t! And you bet YOUR LYING ASS THAT ROSS WILL BE LOOKING FOR YOU!  You ruined it y/n. I don’t want you here and I don’t want to see you. GO! GO! Do I have to repeat It again? FUCKING GO!”

June 15th 2017, 4:52 am

“Y/n, I know you are here,” I could hear the voice of general Ross, ever since I left he has been hunting me down and for some reason my abilities have been crashing, my mental state seems to be manifesting and bleeding into my powers, even my healing has become slower. Suddenly men were surrounding me, I fought with my life but it wasn’t enough, I needed my powers, but I didn’t have them.

“Remember, we need her alive,” General Ross, again.

I felt a punch, a hit, a kick. I fought back and consequently felt a bullet in my arm, the pain weighing on me but if I didn’t fight they would get me so I kept going. The pain won over me. I fell down, then I was picked up and taken.

“I want to help you, I’ll be glad to do it if you help me too,” T’achalla said, taking off his black panther mask. I was thoroughly confused, I thought Ross had taken me.

“You’ve heard about Sergeant Barnes, right?”

July 2017

I was staying with the royal family, I was brought in by T’achalla to help Bucky heal and get rid of the winter soldier with my telepathic and empathic powers, but as expected, even for them trouble did not await. T’achalla’s cousin, Erik Killmonger, wanted the throne. I helped them fight and helped heal the heart shaped flowers in the hall of kings that had been burned by Erik. My powers were not at full strength and I still felt exhausted after using them in the minimum but at least they were back.

“We thank you for all you’ve done for Wakanda, Y/n” T'challa’s mother said to me.

“It’s the least I could do to thank you for what you’ve done for me your majesty,”

June 12th 2018

Things had definitely improved, my powers stabilized and were stronger than ever. Wakanda had taught me so much and helped me heal things I didn’t even know were damaged. I also helped Bucky. He was so close to being healed. In the process of it all I became close with Shuri, the princess, she was the most fun person I had ever met. She designed a special suit for me that actually complimented and enhanced my abilities. Apart from not having contact with any of the avengers or my father for over eight months, everything was relatively ok.

I could hear New York’s life pounding in my ears, the rings, the horns, the thoughts, the feelings, perfect and place for someone like me to be overwhelmed, but not a lot of people were like me.

“Can we take a picture with you!?” A couple of girls asked, bringing me back to wherever I was.

“Sure” Thor said, and it looks could kill,  the side eye Loki gave him would already have him six feet under.

Homescreen: 12:58, June 15th 2018

click

I opened my eyes, I was in my room in Wakanda, it all seemed so real, I could swear I was there.

March first, noon. Was it a vision? COULD I SUDDENLY LOOK INTO THE FUTURE?

I didn’t know anything but it was worth following. Thor and Loki, I’m pretty sure Thor told me Loki had died years ago, so that made it even more impossible to be something real but I needed to know.

The next morning I left after saying goodbye to the family and to Bucky. I was going to miss them.

My journey to New York wasn’t that hard, it only took me two days. When I finally got there I realized just how much I had missed New York. I might have grown up in Malibu but this place definitely became my home.

“Thor?” I said, standing in front of him he was looking down at what seemed like a business card, wearing the same I saw him wear in my dream. He looked up and looked at me confused.

“Y/n? It’s you?” He said in his beautiful accent, confusion morphing into a big smile,  damn he looked good.

“Yeah, it’s me,”  I said awkwardly with my hands in my back pockets.

“We’ll come here then!” He said, opening his arms to hug me.

“Ahh, I’ve missed you young Stark, you were much smaller last time” I laughed a little, it had been two whole years, so strange but so familiar to see him.

“Well, good timing! I need you to help me find Loki, I think he might be in this location, come on lady y/n”

We walked for a couple of minutes in comfortable silence, towards 177A Bleecker Street. Thor knocked on the door and suddenly we were transported inside, it was dark and full of what seemed like ancient artifacts.

“Thor Odinson, Y/n Stark,” A floating figure said, making us turn towards it. He came closer and Thor forward his umbrella.

“God of thunder, You can put the umbrella down” He said, he was quite pretty, the floating man. Thor looked beside him and put the umbrella in a holder and just as he let go of it we were one again teleported to another area, this one was lighter. Thor walked and took a piece of an artifact that either of us had an idea on how to use.

“So, Earth has, uh, wizards now?” He said chuckling,  fiddling and pointing the artifact to the wizard. I just stood there. Thor went to put the artifact back where he found it and ended up knocking them all down. He tried awkwardly to put them back, but just couldn’t do it.

“The preferred term is  “Master of the mystic arts” You can leave that now,”

“All right, wizard, Who are you? Why should I care?” Thor said, fingertips on the table, and his other hand on his hip. I was very entertained to say the least.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, and I have some questions for you. Take a seat.” He said, and one again we were teleported, me and Thor were both sitting down. The doctor offered drinks, Thor took a beer and I took a tea.

“So, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from other realms…that may be a threat to this world. Your adopted brother Loki, is one of those beings” Dr. Strange said, while Thor chugged down his beer.

“He’s a worthy inclusion,” Thor said and hummed as his beer magically refilled.

“Then why bring him here?” Strange said, forwarding himself.

“We are looking for my father,” Thor said.

“So, if I were to tell you where Odin was…all parties concerned would promptly return to Asgard?” He tried to make the best arrangement possible, Thor agreed.

After a quick discussion of phones, emails, and computers, the tele[porting started again, I felt dizzy. I could hear Thor complain about it and complain about not wanting his hair touched, more teleporting and then a portal that showed green grass and blue skies. Thor called for his hammer, leaving a trail of destruction behind himself as usual.

“I suppose, I’ll need my brother back, '' Thor said, obviously.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” He opened a portal mid air and Loki fell through it, screaming, then slammed against the floor.

“I have been falling for thirty minutes!”

June 2018, Sakaar

“So what now?” I asked, looking at Loki.

“Go to sleep, I don’t know, I’m going to take a shower, but you should probably get some rest,” He said, going into a very strange version of a bathroom. He was being awfully nice, it was almost unsettling. After all he was supposed to be the “bad guy” right? I sat down on the ginormous bed and tried to process everything that had happened in the previous hours, and how it all led to this.

After Loki stood from the ground and got angry at the doctor, he sent us through the portal to avoid more conflict. And there he was Odin, the God of war and death, dying like any other mortal. His son’s watched him fade away as he chanted his love for them, Loki finally got what he wanted but wondered why Odin had treated him like nothing when he claimed for him to be his everything. Gold dust went into the air and the one blue skies turned a deep shade of gray.

Thor was manifesting his rage onto the sky, the brothers almost started another feud right then and there, but they were promptly stopped by the opening of a portal, Hela, their sister, walking through it. She destroyed Thor's hammer, Loki tried sending us back to asgard but she stranded us here. Sakaar, a shithole being run by a maniac, The GrandMaster. Thor was nowhere to be found and me and Loki had to “seduce” the GrandMaster to not kill us, and now we are sharing a room, with one bed, a really big bed, but still just one. He was showering and I was waiting for him to tell me something, what to do, anything. How fucking cliché.

He came back in the room wet, shirtless, with only what looked a lot like a towel but probably was some weird version of it.

“I forgot my things, '' he said, picking them up. He dropped the towel, I turned the other way, blushing. I felt him get into bed, I went under the covers too and could hear his mind racing, he was hurt, confused, and probably clueless to my powers or he would have already guarded his mind to protect himself from me. The thing he had always wanted his father to say came true and he felt worse than without it. Our backs were facing the other and there was space for at least another two people between us, but I could feel him.

“Are you okay?” I said turning towards him, I didn’t know why but I just felt this urge to hold him and tell him it’ll be okay.

“What?” He said, turning his head towards me.

“I-I mean… I just… um, uh, your father just died, I’m just wondering if you're okay?” I said scotting a little closer, he gave an even worse side eye than he had given Thor in my vision.

“He’s not my-” He sighed hard, “I’m fine, and what do you care anyways,” He said, his body now facing the ceiling.

“If you say so” I said, teasingly.

“Yes, I say so,” He said indignant, turning his body to me.

He was closer to me than he thought, we were facing the other, our faces inches apart. A strand of his hair covered his beautiful eyes. Thor was godly but Loki was beautiful, that's what he was. I tucked the strand behind his ear and cupped his jaw and freezing cheek with my hand. He flinched a little but then let himself indulge in the touch, too starved to complain, and confused as to why I was so insistent to get closer to him. And I honestly didn’t know either, there was just something pulling me towards him. I took my chance, I got closer to him, our lips hovering over the other, I could feel his breath, so close but so far away.

I shut my eyes and kissed him, slow, soft, scared that if I did anything too fast he would flee. His very large hand hovered over my waist, cold fingertips ghosting over the skin, creating goosebumps, it all felt electric. He gently slipped his tongue in my mouth eliciting a little sound from my throat, I ran my fingers through his hair and fisted gently. Even though the lack of air could be contributing to my sudden lightheadedness, maybe it was also his electric touch.

I pulled back for the air, panting, relieving the ache in my chest, he attacked my jaw and throat.

“L-Loki”

July 23rd 2018, 4:43pm, New York

I grunted as I opened my eyes, everything hurt. I had absorbed some power from the Tesseract, but I don’t think it was enough, and my state agreed with my suspicion. The portal did get us to New York, with the wizard of Bleecker street just thousands of meters above. We free falled, Hulk, a dead Loki, and me. The ship exploded and Thor couldn’t get in, for all I know he was as dead as his brother. Loki.

“Ugh” I grunted again, still in pain, but I knew I needed to heal Loki before it was too late. I put both my hands on his even colder cheeks and prayed that my magic worked.

“Wake up Loki, please, please, please wake up, I need you to do that for me, wake up,” I begged, letting ym magic flow through him.

He sat up abruptly, and inhaled, panted, startled and confused. The last thing he remembered was him getting choked to death, but he woke up to me stralidding him with my hands on his face teary eyed. I hugged him hard. He balanced himself, one hand on the floor, one wrapping around my back and waist.

“I thought I lost you,” I said, pulling back.

“I’m here, feel me” He said putting my hand on his chest.

July 23rd 2018, 5:21

“Tony Stark. I’m Dr. Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me. Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding, by the way” Dr. Strange said, walking out of the portal he had made.

“I’m sorry, you giving out tickets to something?” I had definitely missed my fathers humor.

“We need your help, It’s not overselling it to say that the fate of the universe it's at stake” Strange stated.

“And who’s “we”? My father asked.

“Hey, Tony,” Bruce said, standing next to Stephen. It’s an understatement to say my father was speechless

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I ran to hug him, he was taken back. He saw me, for the first time in a year he saw me bloody and dirty, and so different from the girl he had told he didn;t want anymore. I could feel him, all the guilt and pain he had tried to push down all coming undone in that instant.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I so, so sorry, please daddy, I’m so sorry, I” I kept whispering, crying desperately, he hugged me back, letting himself accept it, because he never really stopped loving me in the first place.

July 24th 2018, 2:18pm, Wakanda

He was here, I could feel it. I saw Wanda, I could also feel her, ready to blow a hole in the head of the man she loved and rip her own heart out in the process. Her fingers sparkled.

“STOP!” I yelled, running to her. I knew it was risky, and that I could probably end up killing not only vision, but all of us.

“What are you doing y/n! There's no time! He’s coming!” Wanda said, never lowering her hand.

“Do you trust me? Wanda fast, do you trust me!? Yes or no!?” She nodded, I cupped Vision's face and pressed my thumbs lightly into his temples.  I absorbed the stone and at the same time kept Vision alive with it, by the time I finished he should be okay, and like Bruce said, still Vision. Vision was screaming, holding himself back from stopping me, he could if he wanted to but he knew it was necessary. I finished absorbing it and the force sent Wanda, Vision, and me backwards. I stood up as quick as possible and concentrated, I reintegrated the stone and watched it floating above my hand. Wanda destroyed it while simultaneously holding Thanos back.

It took her a couple of seconds, but it all turned into slow motion, the stone collapsed, fragments flying everywhere with a beautiful orange glow, this time it sent me and Wanda flying back. I hit my back hard, I tried to get up too quickly and failed, I just needed to lay back for a minute. After all it was over, or at least we where too naive to actually believe it was because in an instant, as if all we just did meant nothing Thanos turned back time with the time stone, pushing time through the stone and bringing it back to his hand. I saw Wanda trying to stop him but he threw her hard.

Thanos leveled the stone to the empty spot in the golden gauntlet. I could feel him struggle with all the power but he pushed through, knowing that it would all be over in a couple of  seconds. He went to snap his fingers but he was stopped by Thor, his ax on the chest of the mass murderer.

“You should have gone for the head,” Thanos said, about to snap them again.

“And you should have killed me when you had the chance,” I said, finding the strength in me, or maybe in the stone’s, to keep his hand open, And as I did with Vision absorbed the stones as fast as I could while trying to hold Thanos back with them. He was paralized, I could feel the excruciating pain I was making him feel.

“What are you doing?” He grunted out, desperation in his voice.

“Killing you,” I responded, just before absorbing the stones completely, after that I couldn’t remember anything.

I floated into the air. I was suspended for a couple of seconds, my eyes white and glowing, and the colors of the stones going through my body like circuits, as if they were wiring into me as if my body was deciding to reject or accept this new power. The circuiting and colors stopped going through my body, it all concentrated in my chest for a moment before I collapsed, I became white light, a blast that extended throughout the battle and beyond. It killed everyone on Thanos' side and healed everyone on our side.

After everyone regained consciousness they saw Thanos dead with Thor’s ax on his chest and me nowhere to be found. For a couple of seconds they thought I had died, but there was a small glow forming where I used to stand, a silhouette following and finally me, and my almost lifeless body on the floor. Natasha went to me, putting my head on her lap. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her smiling with teary eyes. Blonde did fit her.

“Hey,” She said, a tear staining my face.

“Hey,”

June 20th 2019, 3:41 am

“You should of gone for the head”

SNAP

I watched the people I love turn into dust. I watched Vision's gray lifeless body with a whole in his head and Wanda beside him, turn to dust. I watched Sam, and Bucky. I felt the world dying.

I jolted up, breathing heavily, the blanket and my hair striking to me uncomfortably. All those dreams, all those memories. They were all real, all familiar. But the last one was an alternative, how things would have mapped out if I hadn't been fast enough, strong enough, good enough. A reminded of how it was mere luck that my family and my world didn’t become mere dust.

I couldn’t sleep anymore, it had become routine. I kept dreaming of past memories and alternate endings that seem too real to ignore. I checked the temperature in my room feeling hot. I went to the kitchen of my shared floor, maybe to get some water.

“Nightmares again?” Wanda said, also having a PhD on sleepless nights.

“You know that's the thing, I don’t know if they're just made up nightmares or real alternatives,” I said, taking a glass from the drying rack as I shivered a little. It was always so cold in the kitchen.

“I don’t think it is worth killing yourself over it, all's well that ends well, right?” She said,

“I guess” No I don’t, I actually wanted to say. No one understands that one false step and we are all dead. I took my water to my bedroom and layed on my bed, sleep and tiredness washing over me. The warm fuzzy feeling of wanting to sleep a little more overcomes me. I did have to get up kind of early so it would be better if I went to sleep right now. It was all going to be okay, I just reassured myself, I went to sleep and thanked my mind for a well deserved rest.

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[a-wild-things-rambles]

ok so i finally had to put down symphony of the night [battery v low] and so ill wright up my thoughts

i love it. [wow big news]

first: alucards fuking hair flip. i love it. it makes me grin evry time i see it so when im just walking im grinning like an idiot.

look at it! dramatic ass. also the cape- its beautiful, my respect for this is threefold- one fabric is a pain in the ass to draw, two animation is hard, THREE pixel art requires alot of skill cause half the power is in suggestion and making the vewer fill in the blanks.

[the simple design where you can tell whats what, use of diff tones to show shadows, it has a logic[?] to it, you can tell where everything is and it all makes sense, even at the speed]

so yea that cape is amazing and im p sure the animators sold their sould to someone for that alone [im also p sure the whole of konami sold their souls for the game]

music- absolutely amazing. love it.

set designs- fuking glorious, i love the stairwells in the coliseum the most, the way they use pixels to imply/show roundness is *chefs kiss* but the rest of the coliseum is also lovely, the depth they get in some areas

also love the way the patterns are shown of in the stairwells [or i finally get the chance to admire them, 50/50]

but also the themes of each area are great- not so different you get too much whiplash, but the areas are clearly defined,

also it realy encourages you to explore every nook and cranny! its v intuitive [some places i was being dumb, u know the teleport room? i teleported a ton but dident realise and thought i needed higher mana and the ashey stuff was showing it failed. then i walked out and wondered how the f u teleported]

sotn is def at the top of my fav games now, fun to play/amazing music AND an artistic masterpiece, i know often older games are put down cause the "lower quality" but sotn shows just what you can do with it, it might just be cause im an artist but every part of the game has a beauty to it, just a much as the official art!

#symphony of the night #i would do more professional analysis but my current mood is just shaking it going look!! look at this!!!! #just mindless pointing of this walking pixel man and throthing over it #like!!! the movement!! the colour!!! #someone knew what they were doing and had skill and did it!! #anyway good game #good visouls #visuals #this will not make sense if i re read it but trust me #also u can tell alot about alucard from his clothing #cape- dramatic- link to dracula #gold lined jacket- v dramatic historic coat- shows posh/status #also the fact when u double jump u get the image of wings

[foxilayde]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well. When I'm sick I like to imagine how my faves would take care of me so here's my little nathan headcanon

Nathan would be worried that he'd catch whatever you have so he'd lock himself in his office and he'd have Kyoko follow you around all day, cleaning the sweat off your body with a damp rag, give you medicine, glasses of water, soup, readjust the covers... until he hears you say to Kyoko that you're this 👌 close to dump him for her since she takes such good care of you. Of course you know he's listening, there are cameras everywhere and Kyoko doesn't understand you. You're passing on a message: Nathan, you're an asshole and a bad boyfriend.

Nathan wouldn't apologize to you with words but he'd finally leave his office to join you (germs be damned) and he'd take you on long walks around the property, claiming that fresh air is good for your lungs, he'd make you drink green smoothies, and exercise until you're literally too weak to stand.

You're not bantering and giving him shit like he's used too, and that's what finally makes him worry. He thinks he might have gone a little too hard on you. So in a rare display of affection, he gently fluffs your pillow and blankets and asks you what you need. He says he's your own personal robot until you get better and he internally cheers when it makes you smile. You just need him close, you just want to know he cares. He lies next to you, working from his phone, while you use him as a pillow and heat source. He'd rub your back soothingly when a couching fit hits you.

Hope you feel better soon, beautiful

This is so adorable!!! I read this like 5 times!! I can totally see this happening! It’s literally so perfect.

“Kyoko, you’re the best. Are you single?”

Kyoko: **doesn’t respond**

Nathan: **gets angry but has no one to blame but himself **

I could really use some green juice and a kickboxing cardio to kick the mucous out 😂 he totally would do that. “You getting outta breath? Good, that’s how we know it’s working.”

Ykw I just realized? He also TOTALLY has a sauna and a steam room and he’d fuking LOCK me in there to “get the toxins out”

I’m banging on the glass door

“Nathan let me OUT!”

“Five more minutes.”

“I’m going to pass out, Nate, this isn’t a joke!”

“You only think you’re going to pass out because you believe you’re going to pass out. It’s like that Win Hoff book I gave you.”

“Win Hoff? Nathan I didn’t read that stupid thing! Open the DOOR!”

“What? You SAW me swim in the glacier water and you still didn’t read it.”

“I do not wear my self flagellation like a BADGE like SOME people… Nathan I’m going to break the glass so help me—“

“We need to get your internal temperature to a temperature that’s uninhabitable for the virus. Four minutes. You’re doing great, honey.”

“Uninhabitable?! You’re insane! You know what else needs to habitate this body?? Me!”

But then he gets all squishy soft later on mmmmmm thank you for getting my brain thinking about this, I truly love it because I think that in a romantic situation, Nathan’s love languages would get lost in translation. Like the robot servant, the workouts, the sauna; he does it because that’s how HE would like to be shown care in the same scenario. He’s attacking the problem pragmatically, at the root, with the least amount of casualties, but he forgets how important tenderness is, and him learning that lesson in the end is the cherry on top.

#anon #things that bring me joy