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eiightysixbaby · 2 days

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hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #leah’s got mail 💌

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runawaymun · 2 days

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Ask me about my not-yet-written-fics from this list

@linesofreturninggeese

Okay, so this is something I was talking over with @metatomatoes because I wanted Celebrimbor to survive so badly but like, I just could not see how it was possible, and then we got to talking and fucking around with Elvish biology and I think I can make it work.

this is all based on the foundation that Elrond and Celebrimbor were very close in the second age, and/or it piggybacks on the To Partake universe. Either way, they have an Osanwe bond. Not quite a marriage bond. It's a bit weaker than that, but a bond nonetheless.

there are human burn victims who have lost a tremendous amount of skin with medical care and survived, right?

and obviously the greatest risks here are blood loss, infection, and hypothermia

It's reasonable to me to assume that elves have pretty good blood clotting.

We also know from canon that they're better at regulating their temp than we are

If elves are pretty much immune to infection, we can knock that out.

With some sketchy research the general consensus is that a human IRL could, after being flayed, last 36 hours, or perhaps up to a week (if given fluids and semi cared for).

Reasonable to me to assume because Sauron is Sauron that he might continue to toy with Celebrimbor post-flaying, which means he has a vested interest in keeping him alive a bit longer.

Also reasonable to assume that elvish bodies can withstand quite a lot, considering Maedhros survived torture and being hung off a mountainside for a really long time while captured by Morgoth.

So, the final kicker here IIRC was @metatomatoes' idea - which is, what if elves are essentially able to drop into a stasis state? Like where everything slowly shuts down to minimal functions in order to survive extreme conditions? Explains a lot of things, really.

With that, what if rather than dying, Celebrimbor drops into stasis.

Stasis is no fun for Sauron :( Celebrimbor's not making fun noises anymore when he gets hurt.

So at this point Sauron has him shot full of arrows (assuming that he'll be dead soon) and hangs him up to taunt Elrond and Gil-Galad, per the canon events.

Everyone at this point is pretty confident that Celebrimbor is dead as a doornail,

EXCEPT ELROND.

Because he can absolutely feel through their Osanwe bond that there's something left there, and post-siege of Eregion when they finally recapture everything and pull Celebrimbor down, everyone is like "Elrond he's dead, we promise he's dead" and Elrond is like "I promise he's not!!!!!!!!! he's in stasis!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And Elrond by now has Vilya, which enhances his already incredibly strong healing.

Also I have already established within my own universe that Elrond is a bit of a necromancer, so long as someone is only mostly dead (re Princess Bride hehe).

SO, he manages to bring Celebrimbor back from the grave.

And granted, Celebrimbor is like, severely fucked up and perhaps does not even want to continue living, but Elrond is determined.

Once Celebrimbor has recovered (it is a long, slow road) he winds up just living with Elrond in Rivendell, possibly under an alias idk. But hey everyone talks about that weirdly good smith in Rivendell. Like uncannily good smith.

I like to imagine that he's the one who reforged Anduril :3

#torture cw #celebrimbor #elrond

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melrosing · 12 hours

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What do you think of the Sansa bullied Arya take if you don’t mind me asking (just don’t answer if you don’t want to haha)

per my usual practice on Controversial Topics im putting this under a cut

At the real risk of that lot showing up in my notes again, I think this ‘Sansa bullies Arya’ pins their pre AGOT dynamic squarely on Sansa herself, rather than the way they are both being raised by the adults around them to behave towards one another. Sure, Sansa is mean to Arya sometimes during their childhood! We don’t have a lot of examples besides the oft-mentioned ‘horseface’ insults, but I think it’s fair to assume that more often than not, Sansa was looking down on Arya. Meanwhile, Arya herself feels inadequate and like she just can’t do anything right. She resents Sansa, but also worries that Sansa’s opinion of her may be true.

Fine. But where has Sansa’s opinion of Arya come from? Is it her cold black heart? Fucking no, it’s come from Septa Mordane, Catelyn, and whoever else surrounds them growing up. The men don’t seem to really give much of a shit how Arya acts because it’s not their business and she’s just a kid anyhow, but the women pointedly give many shits. In our first scene with Arya, Septa Mordane scolds her for not being good at ‘women’s work’, and there’s plenty to suggest that this is just another day in the life for Arya. Meanwhile, Sansa gets the carrot for excelling. Both Arya and Sansa are learning their own worth in this chapter, and the worth of one another. Sansa internalises the praise whilst learning that Arya is bad, and everything she mustn’t be. Arya internalises the criticisms whilst learning that Sansa is good, and everything she can never be.

They’ll be getting this from Catelyn as well. Catelyn clearly adores both her daughters, and will move heaven and earth to get them back in ACOK. But one good adjective for Catelyn is ‘dutiful’ - it’s in her house words, and it’s how she’s lived her life up to AGOT. Doing as she’s told, even when it pains her. She expects the same of her daughters, and finds those expectations satisfied in Sansa’s case, and apparently flouted in Arya’s. So again, from their own mother, Sansa internalises that Arya is bad, and that she, Sansa, is good. Arya internalises the same. If societal standards were reversed, perhaps it would be Arya lording over Sansa, but such as it is, it’s Sansa over Arya.

Now, Sansa is a child. When children are told over and over that X is good and Y is bad, they generally don’t question it, at least until they're older and more experienced in the world. They will also parrot what they hear, often in graceless ways. Because they’re children. Sansa is told that Arya wilfully misbehaves because she’s bad, and so Sansa thinks: then I should look down on Arya. It sounds like Sansa mostly keeps her distance from her sister pre AGOT. Not always - they play together sometimes - but a lot of the time. She has internalised the teaching that Arya is an aberration, and as she herself knows the adults value obedience in girls, and she wants to please them so badly, the distance between her and Arya demonstrates to them just how good she is - she won’t descend to Arya’s behaviour.

When Sansa does interact with Arya (pre Darry), we see her being a bit bossy - telling Arya what to do, etc. Sansa is replicating what she has seen the adults do with Arya, and is mimicking them to assert her own position as the good, obedient child. If Arya ever doesn’t want to do something, it can only be because she’s bad.

[sidenote, it all really reminds me of these short stories me and my sister used to get read a lot as kids, called My Naughty Little Sister (lmao) by Dorothy Edwards. They're pretty old and I don’t think they ever got major circulation outside Britain, but for anyone unfamiliar, you can probably guess how these stories go. There’s an elder sister, good and obedient, who narrates short tales of her ‘naughty little sister’ doing terrible things like idk, making a terrible mess etc, and going ‘now I’m sure you [the child audience] wouldn’t do a thing like that!’ They’re supposed to be short morality tales for the children, and amuse the parent reading them aloud, who recognises the mischievous behaviour of the younger and is charmed by the haughtiness of the elder sister, who you can hear is narrating the incidents of her sister’s mischief with the disdain that she’s heard the adults do so, and is asserting her own good behaviour over said sister. And the whole fucking reason we were read these stories was because my younger sister was precisely the kind of kid who got up to all kinds of shit as a little kid (which now all of us find hilarious but DIDN’T AT THE TIME), and I was the elder sister like ‘my goodness how could she do such things as these!!’ (e.g. paint an entire bookcase with grout). It amused us both to see ourselves in the stories. You could say this was life imitating art, but I think this is simply an age old dynamic, familiar to many people with siblings: you would see how the adults spoke to another child in your family, and replicate their manner in an effort to come across as an adult. Except you weren’t an adult, so you weren’t always as graceful about it as they were. That is pre AGOT Sansa, to a T. And I’m sure that’s what GRRM, a child of three who had two sisters of his own, is replicating here.]

But I think there’s also a loneliness in being the ‘obedient child’. Doing as you’re told all the time can be boring, and living up to expectations is a lot of pressure. Sansa wants a companion in all that, but Arya has no interest in sharing in it. Arya is offering friendship, but from a place Sansa believes she can’t reach her sister - Sansa thinks she’d have to ‘descend to Arya’s level’ to accept it, and she can’t do that. You get a sense of Sansa thrilling in trying Arya’s ‘misbehaviours’ for herself when she quietly delights in behaving ‘as wicked as Arya’, but you see in this that she has to condemn such behaviours and herself for exhibiting them, all in the same breath. And in the end, I can easily imagine Sansa resents that Arya has more fun with their brothers than she ever does with Sansa herself: that the one sister she has is one she has nothing in common with. Sansa can’t find a like mind amongst her siblings, and so clings to Jeyne Poole, and the praise of the adults around her.

So with all that in mind, YES! Sansa is sometimes mean to Arya, and calls her horseface. That is because Sansa is a child, nobody is correcting her behaviour, and she understands that Arya is bad, and the way she behaves is frustrating to Sansa herself, so really what does it matter if she’s a little mean sometimes? She knows that she is good, because everyone says so. Even if she calls her sister a name now and then, she’s still the good child.

AND THEN we get to Darry. And Sansa starts to see that society isn’t a song, and sometimes it doesn’t matter how good you are, horrible things can happen to you anyway. But she doesn’t want to believe that, because it would turn her world upside down, and her future would look a lot darker, too - Ned has not ended her engagement to Joffrey, and Sansa has to live for the foreseeable in KL. So when Arya doing the thing she ‘wasn’t supposed to’ (playing with Mycah) snowballs into a terrible miscarriage of justice where Sansa’s wolf is killed, Sansa rejects the notion that the songs could be wrong about beautiful princes, and shifts the blame onto Arya for that original 'misdemeanour'. The grief at losing Lady is terrible too (the wolves are meant to have a soul deep bond with the Stark children), and so the target of that grief likewise becomes Arya. What was previously a normal, childishly complicated sibling relationship gets twisted into something else.

This is where I think Sansa becomes different level of unpleasant towards her sister. She’s cruel about Arya’s loss of Mycah, tells Arya she wishes she were dead instead of Lady, etc etc. Arya is not giving as good as she gets here - she even tries to make amends with Sansa, but Sansa throws the offer in her face.

The reasons for Sansa’s behaviour are complicated, but not that complicated. She’s been raised to slot perfectly into this world, without ever being told what that world is really like. And when abruptly it turns out that what she’s being raised for is essentially the slaughter, she rejects it. She can’t see Joffrey as he truly is: she’s been told that princes are charming, that Kings are just, Queens are kind, and she herself will be a Queen. Sansa is going to be handed over to the Lannisters, and she’s going to live the song of her dreams, and the only thing between Sansa and the realisation of those is the thing that’s always been wrong: Bad Arya. Because again, if Arya isn't bad, then everything else is, and Sansa is in terrible danger.

No one is sitting Sansa down and explaining to her that Arya is not bad, just different from her, and that they should love one another - that there are dark forces here far stronger than them that could tear them apart, that the Lannisters are the greatest of them, and they have to fight together, not each other. Arya gets this talk, funnily enough, but not Sansa. Arya is asked to understand that Sansa is different from her, but Sansa is only ever taught to abhor that her sister as different from her. Where Arya is told to be wary of the court of King’s Landing, Ned leaves Sansa to continue her fantasies, and then, when he abruptly tries to put an end to them, he doesn’t bother to explain why. I’m not saying this is unforgivable on Ned’s part - he has a lot on his mind lol - but it’s quite obviously a major failing. Ned leaves Sansa in a fantasy world. It’s fucking Joffrey who has to step in and clarify for Sansa that actually, she’s been dreaming.

So as long as they’re together, Sansa is never able to come to terms with the fact that Arya was not the aberration, but rather, everything else was. In the absence of one another, they cannot reconcile over that fact. So yes, GRRM says they’ll have deep issues to sort through when they meet again, but those aren’t going to be the times that Sansa called her ‘horseface’ - they’re going to be about what happened since they left Winterfell, when their relationship was twisted by forces much darker than Septa Mordane.

So no, I think the ‘Sansa is a bully’ diatribes are seriously tedious, because even if you want to insist that calling your sister ‘horseface’ a few times even qualifies, you can still accept such wrongs without deciding that that makes Sansa a fundamentally unkind person who cannot be reconciled with Arya and doesn’t deserve to be. It is on the page that the two of them miss each other. Like I genuinely cannot imagine going through everything Arya does in the story and then, upon reuniting with a sister I thought lost forever, deciding I’m actually still mad about the things she got wrong as a child that she herself has paid dearly for, both physically and emotionally. Like jesus fucking christ man. By all means let them talk about it!! But who do you think Arya is lmao

Tl;dr: Sansa is a kid in a society. She is not the arbiter of Arya’s place in society. She is not mean because she’s cruel, but because she has internalised the exact same things that Arya has, based on the example of the adults surrounding them. It just happens that those things were a carrot for Sansa and a stick for Arya. But then in the end, they weren’t a carrot for Sansa either.

tl;dr 2: clarifying once again - i am a jaime stan. i find the stark sister relationship interesting bc I have experience of a similar sisterly dynamic and find it interesting to see a version of that explored on the page. so if you think one has to be a sansa stan to observe all this then that kind of just demonstrates how dichotomous you've become on this issue lol like if I'm talking about takes I dislike re JB I don't generally feel the need to attribute them to JC fandom. let's all grow up x

tl;dr 3: no i don't hate sansa or arya, since i know these are both conclusions various people reach whenever i even mention these two. in fact i think they are both great girls! imagine

#ask #im not tagging them

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twisted-gremlin · 3 days

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Semicolon tattoo and the first years

If you dont know what a semicolon tattoo means, it's a signafier that that person has gone tough mental health struggles. They may or may not continue to struggle with it in the current day depending on what it is they are working with. It's something to empower that person to say that their story hasn't ended yet, even tough it could have, it hasn't.

I just got one myself and I tought of how the guys would react to a tattoo, I may do a general tattoo one, idk yet- lol

For these I'm going to have the tattoo placed somewhere clear and easy to see

Ace: he kinda tought your tattoo was neat, didn't get why it had to be a (in his opinion) useless and overly complicated punctuation. But when you told him the story behind why you got one, he realized in that moment little habits that you have, like apologizing for breathing wrong, or claming up when being scolded, or your protective ness of those you consider friends, or your holding people at arms length. So, whenever he sees you improving from what he has seen, he gives you a high five, or steals something from Trey for ya. As a reward for being awsome.

Deuce: if it's just a small one, he would barely notice it. If it's a little bigger than he will kind of respect you and think that you are also a bit of a punk. Of course, he badly wants some tattos of his own, but is discouraged to get one because he wants to be a cop. But still, he'll ask questions about the tattoo, how dos it feel, how was healing, what's the meaning behind it? After hearing your story he goes to you, and hugs you, thanking you for sharejng your story and that if you need anything, he'll help you, like a good honor student and friend! He would still do that for the smaller one,.but Ace would be there too

Jack: I think he would be apathetic to tattos, never really wanting one, but not judging those who get one either. He may complement it of it's plant or sports themed even. One day, out of curiosity he may ask what was the reason you got it, knowing that some are very personal, while others are random. When you tell him, he will thank you for telling him, and that if you need someone to help you out ever he will be there (he is a loyal pup afterall-)

Epel: another tattoo dork, but he probably wont get one. But he absolutely respects those who have one for any reason. He would ask about your tattoo happily, knowing this could be a chance to get to know you better instead of people allways letting their shit out onto ya. After telling him your story, he is probably gonna get pissed at someone (or multiple someone's idk) in the story. But, you let him know that you're doing better now, time has passed and you carried trough it, succeeding and makeing it further than you tought

Ortho: this kid searched up the symbol, put together the meaning behind it quickly, so he just kinda, hugged you. Saying you're amazing, and that he is glad you're here. He dosent know much about the why, and he dosent want to force it, so he'll just be there if you ever need him

Sebek: I think at first, he is pissed. He doswnt understand why any being would permanently taint their body for asthetics. So, you explain as madly, or as calmly as you can the story of it. It shuts him up a bit, and he even apologizes. I think he takes health seriously since his father is a dentist, so mental qnd physical health is important to him.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst mc #duce spade #ace trappola #jack howl #twst epel #ortho twisted wonderland #twst sebek

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blackstarchanx3new · 1 day

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If you like TOTK I sugjest you don't read the unhinged ramblings of a man who picked the game back up because I'm losing it just a bit

I'm getting so fed up with how badly designed a game TOTK is.

Literally what the fuck is this game's problem with making something fun.

Why does it deter you from fun at EVERY SINGLE JUNCTURE???

Why does it take everything that was dogshit about BOTW and amplify it by a billion.

Why does this game fucking blow so hard.

I want to enjoy it. But I just fucking can't.

Doing anything and everything in it is just painful and annoying.

Can't upgrade shit without doing a million other fucking unrelated things.

Can't do dick because I funneled all my crap into stamina to get the fucking sword, WHICH THE GAME WANTS YOU TO DO CLEARLY FOR A DOGSHIT STORYLINE.

But haha guess what, now you got no hearts and can't do DICK

Let's make all the shrines STRIP LINK OF HIS CLOTHES AND HAVE NOTHING SHRINES. LET'S MAKE EM HALF OF THE FUCKING SHRINES YOU DO.

AFTER MAKING YOU GO THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TO GET TO THEM TO BEGIN WITH.

I'm losing my god damn mind.

This game makes me feel like I have ADHD with how much road blocking it does to me doing ANYTHING without doing a MILLION OTHER FUCKING THINGS.

I'm just getting so frustrated.

AND I HAVE YOUTUBE TUTORIALS ON THIS HORSE SHIT.

This game would be god damn unplayable without that shit.

Sorry for being so negative I'm just genuinely having a shit time with this game and I put it down for AWHILE after doing the dragon quest. I was like "Maybe I'll have fun next time"

Nope. I honestly think I hate it more now.

And if you wanna nag me with "you're playing it wrong"

I'm literally following other people's tips and shit because I keep getting stuck idk what to tell you.

#rant #i'm just so fed up man #games are supposed to be fun

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kurosstuff · 1 day

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Heyyy! Can you do a Werewolf(G!p) Lute x Monster hunter reader? With maybeee Prompt 4! It’s okay if not I understand!

Heyy!! Ofc♡ sorry fics have been taking so long been. Been healing up- and ofc me being me. Didn't actually rest

Also if someone has tips how to write smut I'm all ears~ idk how to write it.

Warning(s); lutes mean(as usual/hj), GN reader but afab, mating, g!p lute, you do it outside in the woods, violence(you fight), ending left up to you♡

Werewolf!G!p!Lute x monster hunter!reader: bad hunter.

Hunting was SUPPOSED to be easy for you. Second nature for a monster hunter but- hunting this werewolf. The one tormenting this village has slipped through your fingers more times then you would want to admit.

Not once have you gotten close to catching her much less SEEING her.

Until today. You finally caught her. In a way, you never thought you would. In an old trap you had for her. One, she easily dodged it. Never catching it.

Yet here she was. Caught in the trap.

"Well, well~ it looks like the wolf finally lost~"" You smirked, walking into the patch of hidden woods hearing her snarl. You hummed, tapping the gun on the ground in thought "your the wolf killing the people?" Looking her up and down. Dispite being a werewolf, she was a beauty.

"Shut up, Hunter." She snarled out, growling at you; her tail flickering, pulling at the rope. Rolling your eyes, you sat down staring "what? Don't have the balls to kill me?"

"No I do. Just curious. whyd you get caught?"

A deep snarl escaped Lute as she glared you down. Like a silent war. Time almost stood up, and finally, you noticed her flustered face. How she was panting heavily frowning you huffed stepping forward- "Hey are-" just like that- she rushed forward the broken shredded rope keeping her done snapping

Dodging at the last second, you grabbed your gun "YOU FUCKER-" you yelled, ignoring the snarl she let out pointing it at her shoot the gun at her

Snarling she dodged the bullet "poor fucking hunter" kicking your legs making you yelp falling onto the ground dropping the gun you rushed to get up before lute put hee foot on your chest kicking you down smirking "I've got you now little hunter~"

Moving to easily pin you on the ground making you gasp "let me GO you damn mutt-" snarling kicking at her trying to bite her making her yelp pulling her hands away

"Stop fucking moving~ just gonna claim you as my mate~ make you rightfully mine~" Lute snarled pinning you she growled out grinding against you making you glare up at her spreading your legs for her on instinct making hee tail thump "fuck the little hunter wanting to be fucked that badly~?" Smirking down at you amused

"Fuck. You."

Laughing, she easily shredded your pants, palming you surprisingly gently nuzzling your cheek- if she were a cat? Shed purr. "That's what I want to do~ well.. can i~?" She hummed softly humping you slowly awaiting consent before actually doing anything else.

Flushing darkly, you panted, looking up at her- how the moon shined through the trees, causing an almost halo effect around her head, grumbling you swallowed. "Then then come on pup~ fuck me~ make me yours~"

You decided to trust her.

At that? Hearing you allow her to do as she pleases, she grinned - tail thumping, kissing you deeply moaning against your lips her hands freeing your hands roaming your body tearing the cloth that separated you two. Being mindful of her claws. Before leaning a hand down to palm at herself slowly

Wrapping your arms around her neck, panting heavily kissing back, you flushed darker, hearing a zipping noise before pants dropping, pulling away you gasped at the sheer girth of her- how long and thick her cock was- smirking at your reaction she humming pumping herself slowly

"What is it~?"

"Will' will you fit?" You squeaked out - humming, she moaned softly, tilting her head in thought - moving closer her tip brushed against your entrance slowly pushing in

"I'll make it fit~" she purred out, kissing you gently groaning at the stretch, stopping halfway. "I'll be gentle at first. It's hard to be gentle and well.. I'm aware humans are.. fragile~"

Smirking pushing further into you until her cock was all the way in humming shifting slightly "fuck~ so damn tight~" biting her lip snarling "sucking my cock right in~ like you wanted to be fucked by me~ be bred yeah~?"

Whining loudly under her you glared "fuck off and fuck me." You growled out grabbing her jacket bouncing against her feeling her move into you clawing at the ground under you. Without warning or any cue she pounded into you unrelenting as her cock slipped in and out of you gasping loudly moaning under her panting out "oh- oh god~"

"What? Can't handle being fucked?" She mocked teasingly holding your waist roughly pounding faster groaning loudly over you her cock twitching inside you "gonna make you mine~ my little poor hunter~" she teased kissing you roughly biting at your lips "my good little hunter~ can't even fight against a simple werewolf~? Accepting to be fucked by one~?"

Glancing doen moaning at the sight- a white ring of your slick around her cock each time she pounded into you- roughly claiming you as hers. "Y-you seemed more eager to take me~ to claim me~" you sobbed out legs, twitching around her weakly glaring up at her, making her laugh

"That's cause I want to~" she growled out pounding into you faster harder into you- "think you could have actually taken me down~? With a simple fucking rope?" Groaning leaning down marking your neck up roughly as you whined out sobbing grabbing her shoulders roughly

"You- you p-planned this~?"

Nodding shoving deeper into you her cock hitting your sweet spot leaning back watching how you squirmed under her "yeah~ only one I'd wanna fuck much less mate~" she grunted out rubbing the bulge in your stomach :that's my good hunter ~ taking my cock so well~" before grinning feeling you tighten around her at that "oh~? Like being praised~?" She purred tail wagging happily

"G-gonna~ gonna cum~" you sobbed out drunk off her, arching your back and kissing her, deeply making her moan slowly, holding your waist up, smirking at you watching as you came around her cock- scratching her shoulders as you finished

Snarling holding you close, pounding faster into you, broken snarls and moans Falling from her lips chasing her finish before shoving you down on her cock cumming deep inside you thrusting up as if to try to push deeper head falling on your shoulder "fuck~" Whining loudly wrapping her arms around your waist

Whining softly around her "f-felt so good pup~" gently petting her head, ignoring how her growls turned to pants as her tail thumped happily. "you- you calm now?" Humming, she stood up

"No. Not yet~ wanna fuck you more~" she snarled turning walking down the wooden path still plugged inside you "taking you to my cave~ you'll feel so fill after you milk me yeah~?"

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #MONSTER AU #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n

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strawberrytalia · 5 months

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the batfandom has a really weird way of viewing poverty and wealth.

like between the way they depict jason, the treatment towards willis, how they write steph, a LOT of microaggressions towards cass and duke (also racism), an erasure of dick’s background in favor of calling him ‘spoiled’ (very untrue btw), the pedestal they place tim on, the obsession with galas and fame tied to wealth, and this tendency to gloss over damian’s trauma and abuse just because he was “raised to be an heir” it’s uh…interesting

#i’m leaving out a lot lmao #like i want so badly to go make a meta about jason’s interest in gothic lit and why the fandom portrays it so badly #also selina gets a similar treatment #critical #and a lot of brucie posts are also….#idk also the obsession with calling him a billionaire #i haven’t seen it sm lately as i have in the past but yeah

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finncakes · 1 year

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okay now wait hear me out. listen. look, would if they have crushes on eachoth- (i collapse on the ground unconscious)

#critical role #cr3 #orym of the air ashari #orym #ashton greymoore #ashrym #look. i know this isn't true (esp not for orym. probably. idk abt that guy.) but consider #i want it :) thank you <3 #now additionally: i think fearn e deserves to bully ashton for having a crush on orym. i want that so badly.#i mean even with that wonderful conversation and ashton's lil 'into it' i highly doubt it'll become canon #like. possibly ashton actually does have a thing for orym #but i doubt it'll go anywhere #but listen. listen. melee fighters. they go together. look at be/au/yas/sha. think about it.#<- i get booed of the podium

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waketoearth · 6 months

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ok orange flower posters let's go fifth track let's goene

#enhypenet #malegroupsnet #kpopco #enhypen #ni-ki #heetual #i want this song very badly..#5 riki eyes for the 5th track on the 5th mini album.. do u get it..#tbh i just needed to fill the space #using the ps pen tool again.. i love it idk why i stopped #engene ver pictures are genuinely so gorgeous like such an amazing concept so simple and effective i love them !!!#z.enhypen #z.gfx #z.riki

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skunkes · 1 month

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^_^

#sorry doomer posting #but like idk!#i keep talking abt how if i werent trans id be more inclined to accept my fate of living w my parents/family forever #but also with upcoming election and living in Texas maybe i just wont ever get to transition anyway and that will solve everything wont it #i want to leave so badly but i think id just be swapping my current misery for another set #like id be alone but at what cost. and id be alone. no friends no partner to live with no people in my empty home #work and sleep and struggling to eat. idk #im simply not meant to be alive honestly #talkys #delete later #in general i keep wanting things but not wnough bc ive been taught to not want things #i don't want to leave enough to put in the work to do it #i dont want to transition enough to get past the fear of change #i dont want anything. i dont want anything. i am a good dog

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voltfruits · 1 year

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hmm. thinking about how when the party goes into Aubrey's bedroom on One Day Left and she finally apologizes, Kel's immediate reaction is to apologize to her in return. and also thinking about how Aubrey always targets Kel in physical combat but also in her verbal accusations (Aubrey's dialogue upon winning in the church fight is "serves you right, Kel" and she doesn't seem nearly as mad at Sunny despite him actually slashing her with a knife). i know the common fandom perception is that Kel and Aubrey simply drifted apart after Mari died, but... i think it's very likely that something actively bad happened between them, but neither one of them wants to bring it up again. and i definitely feel like Kel secretly blamed himself for Aubrey's downward spiral.

#this is all headcanon ofc but my personal theory is #that after mari was buried aubrey would visit her grave ever day and try to get kel to come to #and eventually kel was like ''are you gonna do anything besides sit by her grave all day? when are you gonna move on and live your life?''#and aubrey (justifiably) took that REALLY badly and then there was a screaming match #i think kel is generally well intentioned and he always wants people to look on the bright side of life #but he doesn't yet realize that it's not appropriate to force positivity on people all the time #idk. he's always forcing himself to fake happiness so i feel like he could force it upon others too #TLDR what if kel and aubrey had a fight like kel and hero except things didn't get better afterwards. are you crying yet #omori #aubrey omori #kel omori #omori headcanons #volt.txt #kelbrey #not romantic ofc but i know kelbrey nation will eat up this angst so. take it #oops there are hella spelling errors in these tags. whatever. L taken

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suitmana · 1 month

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father hans you are the best worst old man to me (yes more than old jochen). i love how the game tries to give him some depth without shying away from his actions

heavy discussion of the apostasy route ahead

so, yeah, he's very zealous in his religious beliefs.

but despite (or maybe because of) his strong convictions, he cares a lot for kieferberg, even if only out of moral obligation:

i mean, he has the decency to feel a little guilty about the supernatural terrors he puts the town through:

that very religious zeal, unfortunately, also makes him willing to have any of kieferberg's residents burnt at the stake for the sake of the town's "salvation". ironic, then, that in the same letter that he condemns walpurga's followers he starts with this:

his well-meaning, yet extremist religiosity is also apparent in his relationship with elise. even with the clear animosity on both sides, he was genuinely concerned for elise's soul after learning about how holle had her in the first place:

...as that concern later turns into condemnation:

yet he doesn't even word it as something he looks forward to either. just something unfortunate that needs to be done.

the way he tries to keep the peace throughout the game and is actually one of the more vocally skeptical among the townsfolk (even if part of that is to diffuse suspicion towards his own experiments) is also interesting considering how his religious beliefs enable him to do genuinely terrible things. like he believes that his god has no problems with him burning people alive but also he wants to be absolutely sure that there's an actual witch to burn in the first place. he is simultaneously the personification of everything wrong with kieferberg and one of the few (aside from gustav, leb, and freya) who are barely keeping the village together

#little goody two shoes #lgts #father hans' study #tangential but while father hans is the worst manifestation of the dangers of religious extremism #kieferberg as a whole is just tragic #even when you understand why elise wants to get out so badly #talking to the townsfolk also reveals that they're just people doing their best #given that kieferberg's a small and somewhat remote village #i also get why they would rely on superstition and their religious leader to explain or rationalize what's happening to them #when you feel so small compared to the overwhelming horror of nature that could consume you at any moment #why wouldn't you grasp for any semblance of an explanation #especially from someone like father hans #stern yes but he at least gives off an air of authority #idk i guess that's just the appeal of kieferberg's small town horror?#i love how this game takes place from elise's perspective but i can't help but sympathize with the villagers anyway #i won't overlook how harmful their mindsets are but they're not just one-dimensional bigoted set-pieces either #planning to talk more about that eventually

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