#apologies if the translation is not so good

[gothic-thoughts]

Lack Of Thought

(been waiting to make this shit 😩😩)

König x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Virgin!König, Experienced!Reader

CW: König's first time relaxing like this, giving Konig 🧠, both get overstimulated, size kink, cream🥧, eating 😻, the occasional German, indecisive Konig

Word Count: 1426 (give or take)

(any German translated with deepL)

His eyes were locked on my fingers as they slowly tugged down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. I tug down his boxers and gasp in surprise when the shaft springs out and hits his toned stomach— curved, twitching and already leaking. I give a mischievous smirk as his breath hitches.

“Sorry,” He swallows nervously, “I knew it was hard but--”

I cut him off with a soft lick to his tip, making him gasp.

“Don’t apologize, Kö.” I wrap my hand around it and give the tip multiple licks, “It’s perfect...so perfect.”

He huffs, eyes closing. “Liebling...”

“You’re perfect.”

“Ja... ja, alright just.... Oh fuck.”

I stroke it, dragging my hand from his base to tip at a steady pace as I collect every drop of precum that oozed out. The huge man moans, squirms, and throws his head back with a silent scream.  I wanted to hear just how strained his Austrian can get so I wrap my full lips around the tip to finally suck it, bobbing my head up and down, loving the feel of his veins sliding past my lips but not even daring to take the entire thing. He lets out a shaky, broken moan of my name as he reaches a trembling hand down to grip my braids into a ponytail with his large fist.

“Slowly, fuck.” He clears his throat, “Slowly, mien liebe (my love), take it slow...”

“Is that a warning for me or you~?”

“Just t-take it easy on me, ja?”

“A mountain of muscle but so sensitive...” I stroke slower, kissing the tip to tease, “Go figure.”

“H-heh, don’t laugh at me, Schatz.” He chuckles, hips jerking slightly as his shaft throbs in my hand, “You know I haven’t really done anything like this...”

“I know, but that means I’m not going easy on you if that means you’re holding back.”

“Shut up.”

At that I stroke only the head, twisting my fist to grind his leaking tip into my soft palm. He pants, his breath warming the mask over his face as his fingers lightly dig into the exposed scalp my braids created. The soothing sensation makes me moan around his cock as I begin moving my head up and halfway down the shaft but his hips jerk again 

 pushing deeper into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat.

“S-sorry... It... It just... feels so good.” He groans, pulling himself out of my mouth, “I’m gonna lose my mind... shit...”

“You wanna try to go down on me next?”

A grin spreads across Konig’s lips as he nods, his cock twitching slightly at the thought. Before I knew it, I was on my back and his mask was off as he leaned his face between my spread legs. I laugh a little at his enthusiasm, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair just as he did mine.

“You even know what your doing, babes?”

“Kind of... I want to try what I learned.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You watched videos?”

“Only a couple, I got this.”

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Her laugh was cut off by her gasp as my tongue began slowly and deliberately swirling around her little bud, using my fingers to spread the folds to make sure I was tasting the right area. I heard her mutter something up there but since it was followed by a moan, I didn’t even bother looking up, opting to watch my own tongue flick and caress her little pleasure center with precision. By the time I looked up at my beautiful Blume(flower), her face was pointed at the ceiling, having her head back in the disheveled pillows and her back arched.

I wanted her to look down at me just so I could see those eyes roll but her moans and tugs at my hair as I wriggle my tongue into her, were enough for now. Our moans fill the room as I taste every last inch of her cunt, even hooking my arms around those thick thighs, holding her tight to my face as I devour her.

“K-Kö, shit...” She whimpers, trying to push my head away, “I’m gonna cum, chill~”

“Mm mmm.” I hum on her clit, shaking my head, “Don’t...hold...back..”

“F-fuck... Fuck you~”

“C’mon... you can take it can’t you, Süße(sweetness).”

She whines and moans in response, heels digging into the mattress. I use my fingers to spread her folds and suck on her clit some more. It wasn’t long before her orgasm caught us both by surprise and we both grunted as her juices sprayed a little, coating my lips and chin. More of her flavor and moans made my cock leak so much precum all over the bed, I was lucky I hadn’t cum from tasting her. I give (Y/n)’s clit one last swirl of my tongue before pulling away, positioning my hips between her legs, and rubbing the head against her soaking wet folds.

“You sure you ready, baby?” She shuddered, “I just came so I’m gonna be tighter than normal.”

I chuckle, eyes locked on hers “More than ready, I’ll be fine.”

“Just take your time.”

I take a deep breath slowly pushing inside, feeling her warmth stretch over me inch by thick inch until the tip presses against her cervix with only half an inch between us. The sensation was already too much causing me to grip the sheets near her hips tightly and drop my head forward, shakily watching myself disappear in and out of her. Her soft hands suddenly rest on my face and guide my face up to look at her face with glazed-over eyes.

“Just breathe, baby.” She pants, “You okay?”

“Mmph, y-yes... no... Unh, fuck...”

“N-no? It’s too much~?”

“Yes... j-just a little. It feels too good... b-but also.... so overwhelming...”

“If you wanna stop--”

“N-no, I got it, liebe.”

I groan, gripping the headboard with one hand and keeping the other anchored to the sheets as I try to get used to the feeling. Her hands suddenly grip my shoulders, long nails gently clawing at my clavicle but the feeling drives me inside, making me pick up the pace, hips slapping against hers as I let out strained, breathless moans with her.

“Ngh, Köni, sl-slow down~” She moans into my chest, ���N-not goin’ nowhere, fuck.”

“Scheiße(shit)... I...” I slow my hips slightly, still keeping the same depth as I plunge into her, “It’s so perfect...”

Somehow, going slow was even harder than going fast and it wasn’t long before I was slamming my cock into her again, panting and grunting as she claws at my back. (Y/n)’s back arches off the bed, trying to withstand my reckless thrusts. I bite my lower lip, desperately trying to maintain control as she reaches her climax around me but it was too much.

“Fuck yes, I love it... z-zu viel(too much).” I bury my face in her neck, panting, “I'm gonna get addicted.”

(Y/n) shakily caresses my cheek, “Just breathe, babes...”

“It feels so fuckin’ perfect, Liebling. Mein Gott, I can’t...”

I let out a groan as I finally lost my last shred of control and plunged as deep as I could making her yelp out. (Y/n) wraps her legs around me and her juices spray around my sensitive shaft a little as I finally reach the brink, my entire body trembling from the sensation filling her up. My hips thrust in a staggered pattern while my fingers grip the sheets tightly until they hurt. (Y/n) guides my face from her neck to look at her as her thumbs caress my cheeks.

“It’s okay, j-just breathe.” She chuckles breathlessly, her legs trembling at my sides, “God, I told you to take your time...”

“I... Scheiße... S-sorry.”

“Shh, don't be sorry. Just calm down.”

I lean down and kiss and pant on her neck, hot puffs of air tickling her brown, sweat-slick skin while she kisses the top of my head and gently grazes my scalp with her nails; only then my body finally relaxes and lets me press my body to hers moaning softly while trying not to crush her.

“There ya go...” She caresses my shoulders, nuzzling her face into my hair, “You did good for your first time.”

“I feel like I finished early, Schatz.”

“Nope, right after me, babes; you were good.”

I look up at her, locking our eyes, “Can we try again?”

“I, wha- now?”

“If you’re up to it. I want more than just good, Liebling. I want great. I'll learn to control myself.”

#black reader #black writers #x black reader #x black fem reader #black fem reader #konig smut #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig x you #cod x black reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig #cod smut #call of duty smut #cod modern warfare

[caramelberzatto]

and there was somethin' bout you // c. berzatto

good evening, my fellow tumblr users. it's been forever. since i've last been active, my whole life has shifted. drastically. the cafe i worked at for the past two years, where i met my two best friends, and where i felt most at home, closed down permanently. i booked a trip halfway across the world, that's coming up in september. i worked on healing myself after a heartbreak that left me untethered and scared and lonely. but it's been a while, and i've found my way back to light and warmth and appreciation of the person that i am. and the urge to write, to create, has sparked within me again. i hope you're still with me. i've missed you all. - clarke xx

a soft carmy ramble below the cut <3

Carmen Berzatto had never been able to forget you, despite the many years it had been since he’d last seen you, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his. And he’d cursed himself for it sometimes, for living would’ve been so much easier if he didn’t feel so lost, always reaching for someone he knew wasn’t there. But at the same time, there was a certain torturous comfort in falling back on the traces of you when he was spiralling. 

You were just kids; stupid teenagers with big feelings that you felt too young to carry for each other. And the stumble and stutter of words meant everything got lost in translation anyway. It was growing into your bodies and leaning into one another, without ever admitting to the closeness. 

You’d never really had friends, too exhausted by the thought of interacting with others, of putting on a face and playing pretend for the sake of being a part of a crowd. And Carmen’s friends were just extensions of his brother, Michael; the high-and-mighty, infectiously exuberant Michael. But you… you were something new; something he held close to his heart. For him, you’d propped open a door. You’d let him in without really meaning to. But when being in his company felt like floating, what else were you supposed to do? When someone came along and showed you what it was like to breathe without fearing everyone else would notice the rise and fall of your chest, it’s not like you were going to let that go. 

And so began the most meaningful connection you’d ever had. When you spent a summer at camp, he was the one you sent the most letters home to. When he got stuck on an assignment, he’d call you up, and you’d be halfway to the local library with cookies before he could finish what he was saying. And when you’d been each other's firsts, nervous hands fumbling for each other on a cold, autumn afternoon in senior year… Neither of you had spoken of it again, but it had meant everything. To the both of you. But things went on, and that spark, that flare, was never explored; the curse of being a teenager, awkward and not-quite you yet, and unsure of how to communicate.

And, as most things do, high school came to an end. Chances were missed. Threads of connection slipped through fumbling fingers. Carmy landed himself in New York, and you landed yourself in a shitty apartment four blocks from your childhood home. 

Though the memories of the two of you lingered all around. They must’ve lingered because the world knew you’d find your way back to each other.

And you had. Two years ago, at a market by the water. You’d been on the phone to your sister at the time, tugged along by your rambunctious niece while you were trying to pick a good watermelon, and he’d just… been there. Over by a stand selling fresh berries and mangoes, the same stall your niece was headed for.

Wearing a faded navy shirt, the logo for his brother’s sandwich joint on the front, his hair unruly and soft, he’d looked exactly as you’d remembered. But a little older now, grown. Every memory had come rushing back, glueing you to the spot, and you’d muttered an apology as you hung up on your sister, promising to have her daughter home in time for her afternoon nap. 

He turned, then, spotting you, and it was a bit like the movies you’d roped him into watching with you in high school, late at night, after you’d been studying all afternoon. It felt like everything stopped, his breath caught in his throat, and nothing could’ve stopped the smile that bloomed on your face.

And now, two years later, perched on the kitchen counter in your shared apartment, your hands tangled in his hair, he was smiling at you in a very similar way. 

“Okay, okay,” you murmured between gentle kisses that tasted of coffee and maple syrup and love. “Carm, we’ve gotta go or we’ll be late.”

“Don’t want to,” he grumbled, kissing you again, his hand cradling the back of your head. The warmth of him as he stood between your knees radiated through you, and you wanted to curl up in bed with him and never leave. But there was a very excitable eight year-old waiting on you.

“If I’m late to my niece’s birthday, you know my sister will probably murder me, right?”

Carmen huffed out a laugh, finally pulling away, and despite every instinct in your body screaming at you to hold onto him, to keep kissing him, you let him go. He held up his hands in mock retreat, turning away to grab his jacket off the back of one of the dining chairs. “Come on, then.”

He patted your ass as you passed him, grabbing the keys from the dish on the counter. Then his hand was on your wrist, tugging you close, and his lips found yours again. And you were instantly drunk on the sweet, honeyed words of ‘I love you’ that drifted from his mouth. 

Such an easy thing for him to say now, even if only to you, for it had taken almost a decade of wanting to confess it.

#the bear #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you

[thewertsearch]

ERIDAN: for all that trainin you did ERIDAN: i wwouldnt be the incredible holy wwizard i am noww wwithout your help […] KANAYA: I Hope You Use Your Magnificent Powers Of Light And Hope For Goodness And Purity And Lets Not Forget Science

At this point. Kanaya is Human Sarcasming better than most actual humans.

ERIDAN: dont wworry im all ovver that shit you dont evven knoww KANAYA: Uh Oh I Hope That Didnt Come Off As Too Sarcastic […] KANAYA: Please Dont Take Too Much Offense ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you ERIDAN: tell you wwhat ill givve you some lessons in dealin out the dark umbrage to repay you for your tutelage in the wwhite science

I think Dave taught Kanaya more about the art of trolling in a single conversation than Eridan could in an entire lifetime.

That guy can troll better than most actual trolls.

ERIDAN: wwhats that thing there KANAYA: The Matriorb KANAYA: I Was About To Go Hatch It In The Core To Restore Our Race ERIDAN: that sounds ERIDAN: hopeful […] ERIDAN: if theres goin to be any sort a hope for our race as the prince of hope i demand to be invvolvved ERIDAN: so dont go anywwhere wwithout me got it […] KANAYA: Fine

I’m all for the construction of neo-Alternia, but I really don't think Eridan should be on the planning committee, unless we also want a neo-hemospectrum.

Honestly, the only trolls I'd really trust to rebuild their society are the bottom half of the hemospectrum, and possibly Gamzee. The other highbloods can go sit in the corner.

ERIDAN: its not magic wwe talked about this kar KARKAT: RIGHT, IT'S POWERED BY SCIENCE, I FORGOT. KARKAT: OR HOPE. WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS

I don’t see how Hope translates to a robot-exploding beam, though.

If it was wizards he was blowing up, I’d understand, because it would be consistent with my theory that he's weaponizing his hatred of FRAUDULENT MAGIC. If anything, his Science Wand should strengthen a robot, since it's a product of the TRUEST SCIENCES.

ERIDAN: i had a harder time than anybody wwith this game ERIDAN: it wwas really fuckin unfair wwhat challenges i got saddled wwith ERIDAN: i wwoulda fuckin MURDERED for a land full of a lot a harmless brains and fire ERIDAN: but no ERIDAN: it wwas so lonely ERIDAN: hey guys anybody wwant to come hang out wwith me in the land a wwrath and angels

That sounds cool, though. Angels, I assume, are how Hope is represented in his Land, and I’m sure Eridan synergized well with its wrath. I wonder what physical form it took?

ERIDAN: anybody at all i knoww it isnt anythin like one of your flippin land picnics ERIDAN: anybody please ill evven settle for the kittycat shipper cavve girl

You can't complain about loneliness and then insult your ‘friend’ in the same breath. That's not how any of this works, and the fact that you're unaware of this should tell you everything you need to know about why you're lonely.

So Karkat does know about Nepeta’s little crush. He is a relationship aficionado, after all.

Poor Nepeta.

I sort of figured Karkat didn't reciprocate her feelings. He's preoccupied with plenty of other redrom prospects, and he basically never mentions her.

Karkat’s honestly a little too nice to Eridan. He’s being such a bro here, but what Eridan actually needs is to be brought down to size a little.

Granted, I think Eridan needs a bigger shock to the system than an angry tirade from Karkat. I feel like Terezi could tear him to pieces - but since it's unfair to expect her to put up with him alone, I'd put both the Scourge Sisters on this assignment. >:)

What Karkat is aptly demonstrating here is that there’s a difference between an Eridan kind of asshole and a Karkat kind of asshole.

Let's be real, here - Karkat's a dick. But he's a dick who holds no true malice, knows when he's crossed a line, and is willing to sincerely apologize for his past actions, and make amends.

Eridan possesses none of these qualities, which is why he sat alone in his house for a month while Karkat befriended the entire cast.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3321 #s119

[racinggirl]

You can tell that English isn’t your first language, it’s more to do with word choice and phrases used than anything grammar wise, it reads more formal than conversational. Similar to what would be expected in school/professional setting. You’ll get there, it’ll just take time.

But yeah the medical timeline was the major criticism for me, and the reason for my DNF. It made very little sense, I wasn’t sure if they had been in a coma for 4 years and then just suddenly died together or if they had been recovering and then just died. I felt like clarifications were needed, and maybe a little research if you’re going to be using something like this as a plot device. Being as polite as possible, while the idea was good, the execution was fanfiction in all the worst ways.



Look, ‘anon’. I can see where you’re coming from. As I said, it’s not my best work, I admit that. My writing has been on hold for a while due to some personal reasons.

However. That does not give you the right to be rude. You may not have wanted it to come across as rude. But the things you said were everything but nice, nor were they seen as a ‘tip’. It was straight up bullying what you did. I understand people have opinions, and you’re entitled to give your opinion, honestly, I get it. But you are not entitled to be rude about it to someone you don’t even know.

You have no idea how much I struggle with ‘hate’ because yeah, that’s what it was. You may like more ‘conversational’ fanfics, others don’t. That’s personal and that’s okay. But the hate you spit out on me is just not okay. I’ve always said my biggest fear is people not liking me, and that includes my work or the things I do.

Yes, I should have possibly put more thought into it, which is why I already mentioned the warnings and the fact I wasn’t sure if this was something I’d be proud of. But straight up saying it’s ‘poorly google translated’ or that it’s the worst fic you’ve read? That’s not okay. I’m trying. I really am, and next time, think before you slide into someone’s inbox and spit stuff like this out.

There’s so many people supporting me, which I highly appreciate. I needed that. Because even though I know I shouldn’t let some random anon determine how I’m feeling. I do. And it sucks. You don’t know my story, so stop being rude about it.

I absolutely have no intention to be rude, and this isn’t who I normally am. But honestly, if you have the guts, stop being an anon. It’s pathetic. If you hate on someone’s work, be clean about it and don’t hide behind that ‘anon’ button. If you really mean good, and you were just trying to give me tips (which I’d appreciate if you had done it in a more polite way, even if you came in as an ‘anon’), that’s more genuine doing so in replies, sending me a dm so nobody can hate on you for your tips if that’s what you’re scared of.

Just. Don’t. Do. This.

It happened now, you can’t take it back. I’m not expecting you to apologize, because I don’t need it. I’m just hoping you learn from this, because so have I. I will try to not let some anon come at me, calling my stories shitty, when all the haters can do is hide behind that anon button and name out the things that could hurt someone’s feelings. It’s. Rude.

As for this, I hope your day will be better than it was when you woke up or when you wrote that shitty ‘tip’, because I feel sorry for you.

Thank you.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #anon reply #rude anon #f1 imagines #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris

[kaledya]

Hello ! It's just to inform you that I started a fanfiction on ao3 about Sinner's Symphony AU. Its named "Arencha Amendable ?" by marquisev. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55936840

ps : I just create this account, I'm not a social media girly I'm sorry. (writing this little post is taking 80% of my sanity and nervousness)

ps2 : I'm not a native English speaker just like you so, yes... hope you will enjoy it nonetheless!

ps3 : two of my OCs will join your AU. I will try my best to follow your ideas and respect your characters personalities.

ps3 : your art is enjoyable to the core especially your light and shadow work.

have a nice day !

First of all, I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKE MY AU AND MY OCS, YOU MADE ME VERY HAPPY!

Ps:And you really don't need to apologize💖, but I'm glad you made a Tumblr account! I hope you like this platform💖🫂

Ps2: and do not worry friend if your native language is not English! After all, there is a meme among ao3 users If someone says at the beginning of a fanfic that they are not native English speakers, those fanfics are always masterpieces. And this happened to you too. I really liked the fanfic you wrote!💖💖

And if you're writing your fanfic on your phone, I recommend writing it in Google Docs (this way you'll avoid losing your fanfic due to a glitch) And on phones, you can set it to automatically translate on your keyboard which ı hope may help you💖💖

Ps3:And of course, this is your story , you can add as many OCs as you want, I'm sure they are very good characters!

And thank you for respecting my OCs' personalities!

Ps3: I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART!

Now it's time to comment:

First of all, I loved the poetic theme in your fanfic. I seriously think it was thought and written in detail. I also think that. I think the names starting with S, which corresponds to the Hazbin Hotel characters in the poem Lilith read to Constantine, are very creative. Chef Kiss 🤌🤌

I also loved the part where the past of Lucifer and Lilith was told. The song they sang there and Lucifer flying with Lilith was really beautiful! And the song you wrote for them was beautiful too!

And I found the design of your OC really interesting, her theme is really interesting, I can't wait to meet the character in the fanfic!

In general, I really liked the parts you have written so far and I think you are creative! and It's really great that you took inspiration from SS and wrote such a good fanfic, I was really happy while reading it.

And believe me, I'm looking forward to the sequel!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au

[ceruleancattail]

*Runs into your inbox and lands facefirst against the wall*

Heyo! Blue / Che’nya Enthusiast Again!

FOR ONCE THIS IS NOT ABOUT CHE’NYA (kinda)

So I’m totally in love with your Mystic AU, and I wanted to toss some ideas to you in terms of what each of the ones I haven’t seen could be , since i’m actually taking a cryptology class in school!

I APOLOGIZE IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG!!!

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Ortho (and/or Idia?) : Banshee.

Banshees scream and mourn of deaths as a warning one will soon occur, usually ones in their past family or family blooddline. They are typically the spirits of young girls that were murdered/died a gruesome death.

(From Celtic / Irish Folklore!)

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Vil : (Something Similar to?) La Llorona

(Translation: The Weeping Woman )

La Llorona was the most beautiful woman in her village, and more or less, she married a man who she loved entirely, they had kids in some versions, and more or less, he slowly started coming home later and later, til one day, he didn’t come home at all.

She goes to town and discovers he is with another woman, and in a fit of rage from betrayal, drowns herself and her children.

When you go near water and hear her weeping, if she sounds closer, shes further, and if she sounds further, she’s closer.

In some versions it depends on who she chooses to drown. Sometimes its any unlucky mf nearby, sometimes its cheating/ unloyal men, etc.

I thought of this one for Vil because of the whole Rook and Neige betrayal + the long tear like streaks in his OB design

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Lilia : Camazotz (Mayan Bat -Spirit and Servants to the lord of the underworld)

(which I guess will be the Draconias and Not Idia in this case.)

In translation, it means Death Bat, and is often associated with Night, Death, and Sacrifice.

In one myth, it snatched off a mans head, and hung it in a court to be used as a ball in the next game played there. Lilia so would.

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Silver : Alicanto (Chilean)

A bird with luminescent feathers that feeds on gold and silver.

Its wings are said to shine with beautiful colors, and their eyes emit strange light. They guide people through the darkness, if you have a good heart, to something nice, or if you have a bad heart, off a cliff.

If directly made contact with instead of following, they will scurry away into the darkness.

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An Adarna (Philippines) also feels fitting for him, its a legendary bird with the abilities to heal, lure people to sleep, and another thing that I think I forgot. Whoops

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Sebek : Cipacti (Aztec)

Literally referred to as “The Divine Crocodile���,

It is part crocodile, part fish, and part frog/toad. Always hungry and has a mouth in each joint.

In its respective mythology, it was sacrificed/destroyed to recreate the earth.

I KNOW Sebek would never shut the fuck up about his ancestors doing that or something.

I almost chose Sobek (Egyptian god) for the giggles and a tad accuracy, (Sobek, a war general that often took the form as a man with an Alligator head or just an alligator) but technically its a more specific singular deity, so uh, yea. It still works I suppose.

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Epel : Tanuki. ( Japanese )

Its actually a real animal! Some say it looks like a raccoon, or a badger, but it’s actually a type of dog that looks like a raccoon.

Because of it being so damn hard to explain or truly figure out what it was, it often became associated with legends and feats of trickery and deception.

Its also very cute!

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Kalim : Jinn / Djinn (Arabian)

Often referred to in many English medias as a “Genie”. I’m sure you already know the basics of this one is from that alone.

Jinns are known by popular media for granting wishes after a find rubs its lamb, an association which started from tthe book “Book of One Thousand and One nights”

In more traditional, are often mentioned to be actually invisible or have thin and subtle bodies. Snakes are the animal most often associated with them -

*stares intensely at Naga Jamil*

-and they can possess someones body, but usually only do so in the spirit of revenge.

They can also protect, marry, kidnap, kill- Got a good amount of freedom there.

Huge tricksters, by the way.

Theres Soothsayers, which are a human sort of tied to them, but I can’t describe it all too well.

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Idia : Phoenix (Greek)

Another popular one, so I won’t go into excess detail. Maybe. Ok I fucking lied I’m a huge nerd.

Phoenixes are Giant, Immortal (ish) birds of bright flame, which, when they die, are reborn from the ashes, and cue this cycle once more.

They are depicted as beautiful and majestic, and yes, the most common knowledge of it is from Greek Mythology, but theres almost identical variants of the myth in Ancient Egyptian and Persian mythology too!

Infact, the origin is often attributed to Ancient Egypt!

The only way to kill them is to trap their ashes somewhere airtight and fireproof. It doesn’t exactly kill them (I think?) , just kinda leaves them in a stalemate until freed.

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Again I apologize if I got anything wrong!

OK I HAVE TO GO TO CLASS NOW BYE!

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT!

INSANE HEJWMWKWKWKWOOW!!!!! I love all these choices so so so much!!!!!! The reasonings behind each one too!!!! RRRRRR

The Mystic au is mostly yokai based, but this gives some food for thought actually…. A mythological creature au….. @bubbleddisasters your brain is so big…..

BRAINROT….

#the mage’s hat 🎩 #twisted wonderland #twst #mystic au

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 7th

miguel o’hara x breaking the bed

miguel often forgot how ginormous he was. forgot to be careful.

you’d seen the serious and brooding man nearly smack his head on low doorways, and have to catch himself from falling through glass panels of rooftops that couldn’t hold his weight. you both should have guessed this would happen at some point.

honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t see it coming. the bed was creaking louder than ever from the sheer force it was rocking, the wooden headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall in quick successions— but you weren’t listening to that, all you could focus on was miguel’s quiet groans and pants in your ear.

you were sobbing and drooling into the soft pink pillow you usually slept soundly on, your ass thrust obscenely into the air and back arch held firmly down by his strong hands. he frees one to bring it round to your chin, lifting it so that he could speak lowly into your ear again, strong chest pressed to your bare back. “you’re breathing, yeah?” it came out rough, strained like he was holding back. almost like he didn’t care much for the answer? his pelvis clapped against your ass each time he pounded into you and it took you a few seconds to formulate an answer.

“y-yeah! yes!” you cry out, though you weren’t sure if you were breathing, just hyper aware of the drool clinging to your chin. as if reading your mind miguel swipes at it with his thumb briefly before shoving your head back down. he winces, chin to his chest as he presses down harder on your back, really nestling himself up against your cervix for a moment as he relishes in the way your cunt clamps down on him. “está apretadito, mami” he groans, more to himself before continuing on with his rapid pace.

until of course, there was a splitting sound — like wood cracking, and then the mattress suddenly sunk a few inches. he stills, and you gasp. he really broke the fucking bed.

“god, m-mig—” you try and push yourself up on shaky elbows, because it feels like the right thing to do — but he pushes you back down, panting.

“shh, shh. quédate quieto, hm?” he rasps, his hips starting to move again.

“my bed—”

“can buy a new one for you. whatever you want.”

with that, you were satisfied. plus, you couldn’t will yourself to actually care — not when he was this deep inside you.

#apologies if the translation is not so good #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel smut #miguel o’hara drabble

[kyouka-supremacy]

WAIT WHAT??

akutagawa apologized?? when????

Giiiiiiirrrllll you won't ever believe it

#From chapter 14 and chapter 87. The chapter 14 one is such a GOOD Akutagawa panel #I feel like you can take a look at the manga and point a precise exact moment when Akutagawa's character growth started and it's that. #It's when Akutagawa apologized for the first time to Higuchi. #Here I proposed the official chapter 87 translation but personally I prefer the fantranslation of “I'm sorry” #I feel the lack of formality that is uncharacteristic for Akutagawa fits the vulnerability of the moment more #For reference the original is 「済まんな」 (ch 14) and 「済まぬな」 (chapter 87). #So the added formality is actually accurate. I think #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bsd ch 14 #bsd ch 87 #people asks me stuff

[cubesugarss]

cnstars hiiai impression translations!

first two are in the context of alkaloid, second two are keito lecture

tl notes and original text under cut

the phrase 一窍不通 (yī qiào bù tōng) - knows nothing is used several times across all slides to describe hiiro's inexperience

slide 1: hiiro says he keeps aira's words close to heart 至今 (zhì jīn) - to this day slide 2: 懵懵懂懂 (měng měng dǒng dǒng) - ignorant is also used to describe hiiro's inexperience, 迷茫 (mí máng) - confused/lost and 脆弱 (cì ruò) - fragile are used to describe hiiro's mental state after the incident with his brother slide 3: hiiro uses the phrase 拓宽眼界 (tà kuān yǎn jiè) - broaden horizons, 亲切 (qīn qiè) - kindly slide 4: 欲望 (yù wàng) - desire is used to describe hiiro's passion for learning, aira describes hiiro's practicing after lectures as 热衷 (rè zhōng) - (to be) keen on/eager to do so

original text

#hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #hiiai #enstars #i dont translate often so i apologize if the wording is confusing!! #and feel free to point out any mistakes #breathes heavily. the keeps close to heart to this day line absolutely destroyed me j was half crying while typing it out #hiiro hasn't mentioned that day specifically at all since it happened so seeing him finally say it is so. ragh #its not mentioned explicitly but i interpreted “those words he said to me” as The Lines from thermometry (mainstory ch 160) #EVEN TO THIS DAY!! TO THIS DAY!!!!!! HE WILL NEVER FORGET!!!!! #also the last line in aira -> hiiro keito lecture version kind of confused me #but i think its just aira being grateful that keito made him join keito lecture bc he is Not Very Good at school #and hiiro remembers everything they learn and can help him out even more #okay i need to do my actual homework now #bye bye #happy hiiai #⭑ tea rambles

[ilovedthestars]

the absolute BEST part of finally reading imperial radch (i finished the ancillary trilogy!!! and turns out there's MORE?!) is getting to go back and look again at all the funny posts and stunning fanart that have been slowly convincing me to read it. this was how i got into murderbot first too (saw so much fanart and meta about it on tumblr that i had to read it, instead of the other way around) and even though it had its downsides (i spoiled myself on all the good twists in murderbot lol) i genuinely think this might be the best kind of media experience for me in terms of excitement and fun. because i know in advance that people love it and there's a community already built around it that i can dive into right away, and often i've already had some emotions about the characters just from seeing some gorgeous fanart, so when I get to those characters or scenes they hit even harder because i already care about them. and then i get to go back and look at all those things with fresh eyes, and understand all the layers of meaning now that i didn't get before, and that is so satisfying and rewarding to me.

anyway, hello imperial radch fandom!!!! i'm here now and i'm going to spend the next couple days shouting in the tags of all the cool fanart that made me read the books (thank you thank you thank you to @grammarpedant who started putting an excellent stream of imperial radch posts on my dash the second i finished the trilogy, you are the sweetest ever <3). i may already have a fanart idea of my own sketched out and it might be very ambitious and i may be considering actually teaching myself how to use clip studio paint for it. if there's fanart or fanfic you think i HAVE to see then send it to me please (even if we are strangers, it's not weird, i will think you are so cool!) (person i don't really know who already DM'd me an imperial radch post when i mentioned it the other day: i think you are so cool) i am going to see if i can ride this enthusiasm far enough that it becomes a long term obsession.

#stars rambles #imperial radch #there's SO MUCH COOL FANART #and i KNOW WHAT IT MEANS NOW #these books are so good you guys #the murderbot parallels are REAL #i have provenance and translation state on request from the library now #when they arrive i will be unstoppable #this is the most run on sentence post i've ever made and i will not apologize for it

[skz-maybe-incorrects]

2, 6,21 and 24 for the ask game 😇

hihi! 2. three last songs you listened to: ik bagal, by piyush mishra, a song ive recently been obsessed with (could only find the eng trans from a vid thats also a cover here), koi by gen hoshino(!!) and cobalt by mob choir

6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible): im v bad at remembering stuff i like in the first place afsh apologies for the cop out but im pretty sure ive either never disliked a song sm to wish its inexistence, and if i did, certainly dont remember it anymore

21. three songs of your childhood: a little difficult a little fun! ill say aashiyan from barfi, half bcs this album and all its songs r still my favorite years later (movie too!!) and half bcs i have way too nice memories of performing this song as a kid at an event at dad's work and getting complimented a lot (it was aided tho, im sure, by my front teeth missing). second would be ae mere zohra jabeen, a veeery old classic bollywood song, and v much beloved to me both when i was tiny and straining to catch my ma's radio during hw and now when i can add it to all my playlists. third!! raabta by shreya ghoshal, a song that annoys me a lot now simply bcs ive heard it >2000 times bcs it was such a (deserved) rage when it came out for a few yrs

24. three favourite old songs: tere naam! by alka yagnik (listened to a newish cover, fell in love, found its original version, fell sm in love!!) id again mention ae mere zohra jabeen by manna dey bcs i never get over how sweet and cute of an old song it is. third, kaheen dur jab din dhal jaye, movie anand bcs heyy its lyrics, i really love whats it abt!!

im not surprised its just wholly old bollywood bcs thats what majority of kids in india grow up on, either by their parents love for it, or being a kid in the era itself. plus! i could never rec old bollywood enough, its either so catchy that u cheer the love its talking abt, or so poetic that u..cheer the love its talking abt, half of the time managing to be both. not to mention the iconic voices with legions of songs to their names. thank u for asking, i had sm fun!!!

#...i think you may have pressed on a hyperfixation↓ apologies #linked ik bagal's eng translations bcs god i love when songwriters r poets #im always thinking abt fan-translating these songs i love but now i might just end up doing it. i wish rest of the songs had eng trans too #everyone who loves old bollywood loves it bcs of how deep of a sway it has through language! like songs r fun bcs of production voices etc #and evergreen has them! but its foremostly how well of language usage there is in songs. the era would literally be always known as golden #its v much like urdu gazhals and qawalli. good old hindi songs were literally just songs made out of poetry and thats always so cool for #any and every language. i love when songs r love letters to their languages!!! ANYWAYS thank u for listening #i rambled sm for an ask game forgive!!!! #✉️:

[morticry]

since posting awhile ago about our neighbor's delightful home cooking, the wife and I have been treated to: bandera with chicken, beef, and mondongo [not pictured]; corviche with green banana [left]; and tonight, buñuelos [right]. sock knocking!

#romance is real in the cheese bites because we were too excited to try it before I thought to take a photo GAHAHA #mortitypes #it's good and I'm grateful. gotta shout on the blog #wife does the translating so I apologize if my secondhand descriptions are not quite right from memory. they are asleep as I type

[kakusu-shipping]

If you don’t mind may I possibly request for some headcanons of Gnarly Eddy x a Reader who is a Leaf Slug? :] and if it isn’t too much trouble could the Reader be Super Scratchy but also Really Loud/Bubbly at the same time? ^___^; Sorry if that didn’t make any sense you don’t have to do that part if it’s too hard!! ;w;

No no no bestie you are speaking my language let's get some Eddie fics in the world.

Impatient

Gnarly Eddy X GN!Reader

In which you've got a hot date.

"Eddddddddddy~" Your voice chimed along with the bell over the door as you pushed your entire weight into it, swinging into Naut Couture, "Hey hey, are you on lunch break yet?" You pestered, swinging on the open door's hinges.

Eddy gave a top heavy glance to the door, shell falling over his eyes as his head swung, "It's only been like... 5 minutes..." He replied, pushing his headgear back into place as he made his way to the counter.

"I knoooooow but-" You whined a protest, shambling across the store and flopping over the counter, "You've been working forEVer." You pouted patting at the counter.

Eddy just hummed a response as he pulled a hat box off a high shelf, opened it, and placed the headgear atop your head. "Forever, at my wages, I think that'd run Nails outta business..."

You pushed the slightly too large for you hat up and huffed, pushing off the counter enough to look at the nautilus.

"Or would I not be payed hourly for working from the beginning of time till now? Is it yearly?" He adjusted the for inklings hat on your head as you grumbled at his continued bit, suppressing laughter in order not to break your current minor frustration.

Just as you were about to go back into whining protest, Eddy's aforementioned Boss, Nails, came out of the back of the store and hopped into his cushioned little seat. Before he could greet you, you flung to his chair and pleaded.

"Nails, can you pleeeeeease let Eddy out on break early just this once??"

Nails, use to your desire to pull his only employee from work, chuckled, "What's the rush for? He's only got 30 more minutes."

"That's too looooooong." You sunk to the floor dramatically. Nails continued to laugh at your show, Eddy slipped his shell over his eyes on purpose this time.

"Seriously, where's the fire, superstar? Hot date planned today?"

"Ah-" Eddy started, and was quickly stopped by you.

"YES actually!" You sprung from your lounging pose on the floor, causing the hat Eddy had placed upon your head to rocket into the air with the force, "Sense he absolutely HAS to work during Splatfest tonight Eddy said he was taking me somewhere special for lunch today, but won't say where, and I'm dying to go."

"Oh, I see." Nails slid his sunglasses down just to cast a seemingly knowing glace at Eddy, who avoided his eyes by faking busy work at the counter.

"So PLEASE can you let him off just a little early this time, Nails, pretty please?" You pleaded, popping the watery big eyes for extra effect.

"Well..." Nails seemed to finally consider you plea, just for Eddy to interject, reading a stretched out tendril to take the hat from your head.

"It's by reservation, getting off early would just mean waiting around before we can even go..."

"Reservation? Pulling out all the stops, huh?" Nails smirked, making Eddy adjust his shell once more to avoid his gaze, a flush to his cheeks.

You quickly ran through all local restaurants that were by reservation only in a desperate attempt to finally nail the location of this top secret date, but alas, there were too many too pick from, and all feeling far too fancy for Eddy's usual energy, and price range.

A new hat found itself on your head, "Don't think too hard about it. You'll like it, trust me." Eddy smiled at you, and your face warmed ever so slightly.

You gave a soft pout, "Fine..." You took the hat off and leaned on the counter, spinning it on your finger, "Do they have good desserts? And drinks, just fountain sodas or-"

This time the hat covered your face in and effort to silence you, Eddy's lips instead planting on your head, "You'll like it. Promise." He repeated.

Pushing the third hat of the day from your face to your head, you lookup at at Eddy as he leaned over you from the other side of the counter. You leaned up, meeting his lips with your own for only a moment before pushing yourself up, placing both hats where they go, and meandering back toward the door.

"Alright, alright, but I will NOT be hearing any 'just let me finish stock' when I get back to pick you up today, got it?"

Eddy chuckled, "Got it. See you in 30.."

He would, in fact, see you much sooner than in 30.

#Emile's Writing #Splatoon X Reader #Gnarly Eddy X Reader #This ended up shorter than I wanted it to beeeeeee #But I couldn't think of a good sea pun for the restaurant so it just had to be cut there jdckfjgk Sorry... #I dunno how in character Eddy is in this I just know he's chill and kind soft spoken and a touch anxious #but in a chill way #Based entirely on how he talks in Tableturf battles so who knows #for this one Scratchy ended up translating to impatient so sorry if you meant scratchy in a more direct way fdkjgkfdjg #Everything else feels pretty chill I think #There's a lot of dialog in this I apologize it is not my strong suit #You caught me in Mood to Write and also Have a Cold territory at the same time so fjgkjfjgkf #Enjoy I suppose

[bloodsbane]

on the subject of language, that post talking about learning other languages made me feel a lot better about wanting to speak spanish but being shy about it. it's nice to reframe it as 'giving someone else the chance to NOT speak in english' lol. and it's not like i feel bad when someone with english as their second language talks to me, or i don't respect them for trying or look down on them for not being super fluent. gotta have that same understanding for myself...

#banebabbles #i will say tho it really helps you understand why people tend to apologize for 'not speaking english very well' #ive felt confident enough (w goog translate's help) to respond to comments ive gotten that are in spanish #like i can at least understand to an extent whether the construction of the sentence is fricked up #but i still can't help prefacing each one with 'SORRY IM STILL LEARNING SPANISH. IM NOT VERY GOOD. SORRY IF I MISPEAK' #like it's so real

[ctl-yuejie]

coming in with mildy old grievances

upon letting it rest a bit, boston's ending in ofts still doesn't make any sense.

him and nick splitting? fine. him making out with beam knowing that this is not what nick and him agreed to? maybe? idk, the writing makes it seem plausible at least.

but the point being that he is left alone since he was a bad friend?

would only make sense if he wasn't shown to have genuine affection for nick and (uncharacteristically) grovel at his friends feet.

if we are to believe that the ending makes sense because his one (unforgivable) mistake was to not value friendship, why does the show take the time to have him panic about getting found with top by mew in the shower, keep it a secret, admit his affections for nick to himself, be down on himself after his friends shun him and ask "why am i always an asshole to the people i like" and then fully lose all his prior demeanour to try and honestly make up with his friends?

if he's supposed to be a stone-cold bitch who has no affections for anyone else whatsoever, why would he degrade himself like that? especially send photographs to this "friendgroup" months later from new york as if he still needs them and their approval to feel included?

this might bring back the slut-shaming discourse for the umpteenth time, but if the punishment by the narrative was supposed to make sense solely due to him being an asshole of a friend, things don't quite add up.

(and i don't think there is a way that this is not cruel, even when everyone else - sans nick maybe - is acting quite in character, e.g. Mew not only not forgiving him - fair - but being cruel about it by feigning that he's okay with Boston staying in the group...actually, this is going to be too much to put in a bracket, so:

Mew had his revenge (disproportionately when you ask me, but that is neither here nor there) but I do understand that he doesn't want to be friends with Boston anymore. However, he did basically force Boston back into working on the group project. It was only after the Atom thing (where both him and Ray knew that there hadn't been any SA or at least didn't actually care if there was) that Boston was out of the group again. And when Chueam offers to let him back in, Mew suddenly is like "well, you cannot decide that by yourself". Yes, Mew can change his mind on wanting to have Boston around but it doesn't make his behaviour any less cruel. Nor does Chueam not apologising and Ray not caring at all how Boston has become austrasized for the thing he did not do (I cannot overemphasize how Mew did let Boston back into the group - even if it is just for the project - since he called them even to some degree) make them any less shitty friends. And they clearly do not care about hurting him when they smell blood during the new years party that Boston fucked up with Nick.

Is there a difference between being cruel to a friend and being cruel by sleeping with his partner? that's sth everyone can decide for themselves.

but it absolutely gives less and less credence to the justification for his treatment by the show being that he's "just an asshole and a really bad friend".

and to call it a good ending since he meant to cut all ties before moving to new york anyways? only makes sense if it wasn't shown as a change in how he does things that he wants to try and date nick until then. which was a really interesting turn: someone like him wouldn't change to be monogamous but trying to not sleep with people for a few months? could've very well been possible as well as an interesting thing to try as someone like boston. but if we are to believe that he truely doesn't care since he plans on leaving, there would be no reason to try and get his friends forgiveness nor send them a present from new york afterwards.

the others do feel in character, but with the emphasize on the casual slut shaming they do (while it is a conscious theme of the show) and nick even going as far as saying "maybe you are the type of person who should roll alone" (instead of: we just don't fit but that doesn't mean people like you have to be alone) it really doesn't feel like this is about him being an asshole in general at all. queer friendship - despite what the title might infer - hasn't been a central theme of the show. which obviously is up to the writers. but the personal vendetta that seems to have seeped in against someone who was like Boston feels a bit disappointing. if anything, it makes an otherwise interesting show feel very inconsistent and carries the unfortunate side-effect of making the audience feel like this show meant to say some disparranging things about "sluts".

even in the constraints of the story the writers clearly set out to tell, there was a much more interesting and compelling characterization left on the board in favor of moralising in the last minute on not being a slut.

#only friends the series #ofts #beyond tumblr a lot of the audience response was to rejoice at the retribution which is a bit disappointing for one of the more interesting #characters introduced in the series #notwithstanding any translation issues re: to what nick says #but the whole picture makes the messaging pretty clear #and it is curious because i do like that the others not necesseraly are given clear happy endings: chueam believes she fixed the friendgrou #and has never apologized for accusing boston of sa #the choice by force to have top look so out of himself when mew tells sand to kiss him??!! there is still so much in there (further illustr #ted by mix's cameo) #sandray being cute and seemingly on a good path? yes - but i do think not everyone in the audience has forgotten the economic disparaty #between them - sand's self-sacrificing nature and ray's tendency to call him the most cruel names without ever apologizing for it #i felt very empty when boston was left on that curb - but i went wtf when his last mention in the show was him sending them the group photo #maybe i will still write that piece on ethics in this show #other than that and reccing that one tonnick fic i will continue to finally reblog all the amazing ofts gifsets

[leatherbookmark]

aaaaah the lxc poll is assuming he’s going to survive the 100 years. i see i see. well,

#there was a polish fic where lxc basically Sat Down Tucked His Leggies In And Rolled Away #(okay this is not at all what happened but basically he disappeared/died. apologies to the author if they ever see this) #(this fic was incredibly good you should ALL read it with google translate) #and like... i feel this is what's like. the most possible outside of my favourite 'well you see. necrophilia' scenario #(okay it doesn't have to be necro necessarily but you know) #i just hate the thought of him sucking it up and going back to being a good boy sect leader who's dead inside/^__^ for the sake of Others #while lwj and wwx get to saunter around and be in love and do whatever they want. just. nope. hissing and scratching #and like the what i think he'd do/what i want him to do distinction.... also hissing and scratching #he's not only in seclusion because he's mourning he's in seclusion because he can't trust his judgment anymore and WHAT kinda sect leader #so him going back and sucking it up and getting married and having kids is just like. worst case scenario to me. sorry everyone #lwj gets to have his lost love romanticized the fuck out of by the fandom and rewarded by the narrative but lxc has to put on his big boy #pants and 'move on'??? yeah SURE. he's either disappearing without a trace or committing heinous acts to the dead. Thatse It #shrimp thoughts