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divine-donna · 1 year

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love is patient and kind

please don’t take this post seriously, since this is a shitpost.

but have headcanons for hotd cast if they were your love interest in a rom com. and you were in a rom com. (i am also name dropping certain movies in this list. they may not all be rom coms particularly but the films have some romantic elements at least)

ser criston cole

the princess bride

you were about to wedded off to a cruel prince, a prince who acted nothing like the man you fell in love with. criston was his name and he was a mere stable boy who worked for your family. despite your attitude, all he would do is smile and yes, “as you wish.” his gentleness and kindness eventually led you to opening up to him and developing a romance. he set off on a journey one morning, and you ordered him to come back. he simply smiled and told you, “as you wish.” and yet, he did not return for years. you wallowed in despair, becoming a shell of yourself when you became engaged to the prince. and then, one day, you find yourself kidnapped. and a man pursues you and your kidnappers. he’s mysterious, dressed in all black, and supposedly the dread pirate. but it is only until after you resist his attempts to take you to safety do you realize who he was. and when you reach that bottom of the hill, you cup criston’s face and cry, believing you had lost him forever.

“do not cry, my liege. i am alive and have been for the past few years. and all i have done is find my journey home, to you.”

daemon targaryen

grease

a bad boy, a good girl, one musical. the classic musical. you spend a summer with a charming boy who has quite the sensitive side. you tell him at the end that you are going home, but it seems your parents had a change of plans. and when you enter the local school, there he is: daemon targaryen. except he’s nothing like the daemon you know, because he’s a bit of an asshole and it breaks your heart. it hurts him that he has broken your heart and he comes to a realization that he wants you. so what does he do? try to clean himself up. join a team sport (even though he believes he is above team sports). even wins a car race. the school year is a whirlwind and by the end, he has that varsity sweater. but he’s even more surprised to see you, changed, with a new persona that matches his old one. the two of you meet in the middle in a fun musical number before you two drive off into the distance, the summer ahead of you.

“i have had many partners, but none of them as stunning as you (y/n). and in truth, this is what my heart wants. dare i say, i am hopelessly devoted to you.”

rhaenyra targaryen

10 things i hate about you

rhaenyra targaryen. considered one of the most undateable girls at school. and you, considered the baddest kind of badass there is. you could care less about school considering you had other concerns that were more dire than grades and reputation and rumors of you having spent the last year in prison. however, rhaenyra’s brother baelon desperately wants to date someone. and her best friend alicent has the best idea: get you to date rhaenyra. it’s pretty simple, aside from the fact that rhaenyra is very standoffish and spurns you every chance you try to talk to her. it isn’t until you take care of her after a party that she begins to open up to you. and while it is a paid arrangement, you end up enjoying your time with her. and even, dare i say, fall in love. it seems you and rhaenyra were meant to be. except for the fact that at prom, it’s revealed that you were a paid arrangement with her. naturally, she is extremely upset, even dedicating an emotionally powerful poem to how you broke her heart. but you’re not willing to give up. no, giving up is for the old you, who wasn’t in love with rhaenyra. you were in love with her and you would approach her with a proper apology and something she really wanted.

“you know, you can’t just apologize with a guitar every time you do something shitty. apologies don’t work like that. but i guess for you, i can make an exception.”

alicent hightower

mamma mia!

helaena is getting married! and she does not know who her dad is. so naturally, as one does, she just invites three particular people her mother wrote about in her diary. she keeps you a secret, much to your surprise since the invitation said your old lover had invited you. and you’re confused. but then, alicent falls through a latch in the room, into the room. and her eyes light up when she sees you. but! alas, she has a wedding plan. so she spends a lot of time away, giving you glances now and again. and it isn’t until you’re able to get her in private where you two talk and catch up. she reveals she’s still not over how you left, and you tell her the same, having wanted to stay but leaving due to family obligations and that your family did not exactly approve of alicent. that spark between you two gets reignited and helaena’s wedding suddenly is not helaena’s at all/

“i’d never thought i would see you again (y/n). but i’m not mad that you’re here. in fact, part of me is quite ecstatic that you have decided to attend my daughter’s wedding.”

aegon targaryen

crazy rich asians

you don’t know much about your boyfriend’s family history. every time you try to bring it up, he avoids the question and redirects you to something else. but he can no longer escape it when he gets an invitation to his best friend’s wedding. you are genuinely shocked to find out that your boyfriend...is beyond crazy rich. except, he’s never enjoyed it. in fact, he’s always loathed his family and the spotlight they were given. his life has always been dictated for him so when he had the chance to go away, he did. and that was when he met you, the first person who did not know who he was, nor care. he fell for you right then and there. but when you go back to his home, you are faced with an even greater challenge: risk tearing aegon away from his family or lose him. his mother, especially, does not approve of you. and you are unsure if you would be able to survive this new world that is out to tear you apart.

“i am not saying i am walking away entirely. i am just weighing my options. and one thing is for certain, i want to marry (y/n).”

aemond targaryen

my big fat greek wedding

your family is a little...traditional. and they’re quite loud. and very insistence on you getting married. doesn’t matter who. just someone, anyone! of course, when there is a man who catches your attention, you embarass yourself in front of him. but he remembers you and finds you quite charming. that moment gets pushed to the back of your head as you begin taking classes at your local college and changing things up. you begin to do your hair differently, learn how to do your makeup, dress to your liking. and soon enough, you’re running your aunt’s business with the new skills you acquired. and captured by your beauty in the window is that same man who you embarrassed yourself in front of. you come to find that his name is aemond and he’s not exactly...someone your father would approve of. his traditions do not match yours. but that’s okay. because aemond doesn’t mind. he takes you on dates and you two develop a deep connection. and when he asks you to marry him, you’re filled with glee and worry. your worry mostly pertains to how your family will take the news. and then it evolves into how your family takes control of the wedding plans.

“i do not mind doing any of these things. i love you (y/n). and i really want to marry you and respect your traditions. you come from family that is proud of their traditions and lineages. the least i can do when i marry you is participate in them to honor you and your ancestors.”

helaena targaryen

she’s all that

helaena targaryen is known as a girl who is awkward and prefers the company of bugs over humans. in fact, her affinity for bugs has a lot of people avoiding her and teasing her. she could care less about what they think. but you? you have a reputation to uphold. and your partner dumped you for someone just as shallow as you. so to save your reputation and ego, your friend proposes a bet: make helaena targaryen prom queen. you like some competition and a challenge, so you accept it. after all, there was a lot of money at stake (happens when you end up going to a school full of rich kids). your attempts to approach helaena fail as she turns around whenever you approach her. but she is soon forced to talk to you when you get paired together in your lab. you come to learn that she is very smart, and very observant. but also, that she has a gentle side to her. you guys don’t finish your lab so you have to meet with her later. and when you scream upon seeing a spider in your room, she just cups them and releases them after opening your window. she tells you there is nothing to worry about. and when she smiles, your heart skips a beat. oh great heavens! could you actually be falling for this girl? helaena targaryen? the weirdest girl at school? it was part of your bet after all. but as you continue spending time with her, the guilt keeps eating you up. you were leading her on and for what?

“so i was a bet? i was a fucking bet! unbelievable! i don’t know what i expected from you. my own brother thought i was strange and he laughed when i told him that someone had finally taken interest! but i guess it was all a lie, huh?”

jacaerys velaryon

always be my maybe

jace’s parents were never home, so he came over to your place often for food. and he learned great culinary secrets from your mother. she was basically a surrogate for his own mom because she wasn’t around often. and this made you two best friends. you guys were so close that it was hard to imagine you two not together. but eventually, that happened. because when your mom passed away, you felt an overwhelming sense of grief. nothing could describe what it felt like losing your mother. and one night, during a particularly rough episode, you and jace just...do it. you guys hook up. and the mcdonald’s trip afterwards is awkward. especially because he claims to know how you feel when he doesn’t. your mom wasn’t his mom. and the visible hurt on his face afterwards left a simmering guilt inside of you. now, years later, jace comes back to his hometown. he’s ready to open a new restaurant, since he’s a celebrity chef, and needs some new inspiration for his next one. getting back to his roots would be the first step. and when he calls someone to fix his air conditioning, he sees you. you’re still you, working for your father’s company. but unlike him, you have not managed to have much success in your creative endeavors. but you are childhood friends, so out of courtesy, he asks to meet up with you. and perhaps all that chemistry from when you were younger is still there.

“ha ha, very funny (y/n). my new restaurant has a bit of a rustic charm to it. elevated food has its appeal, i promise. come around sometime and i will show you....what do you mean you’re not interested in tasting my food?”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd headcanon #hotd au #hotd x reader #ser criston #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon the usurper #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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bihansthot · 10 months

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I love the mixture of excitement and dread waking up to 74 notifications causes lol it’s a little of oh fuck what did I do and oh probably someone new found me. I’m probably going to take it easy on dumb posts today and maybe just focus on reblogging art, I’m not feeling very spicy today. I say that though and I’m only half way through my coffee so Sobek help us all I might become feral once I top off my caffeine reserves. I just worry I’ve been annoying lately what with all the Hallvard posts and shitposts, I’m just having a hard time focusing on writing because I’m really scared about this upcoming liver biopsy. It’s easier to think about dumb shit like OC things or what Bi-Han likes on pizza than it is to construct a story. They apparently do the liver biopsy the same as a heart biopsy so I’ve had this procedure literally hundreds of times but I haven’t had to do it in probably 15 years at least so it’s nerve wracking. I’m very good at tolerating pain but I’m very bad at waiting and don’t want to be at the hospital for three hours after the procedure. I just want to give a quick shout out to my discord besties too because even though they’re going through really awful and difficult things too they’ve been absolute angels letting me cry and scream and whine about all my medical woes lately and I love them dearly. If any of you lovelies want to gush about MK on discord just dm me and I’ll be happy to share my handle so we can talk about all the things. I do keep kind of odd hours though as dinosaurs are partially nocturnal and are often asleep between the hours of 3 am to 1pm est 🤣 anemic dinosaurs need a lot of sleep in order to post ridiculous nonsense. Also, dearest Taven anon, I AM watching a play through or Mortal Kombat Armageddon and I still do not understand the horny lol 😂 I’m only about halfway through and very much enjoyed the interaction with Rain and Noob. I don’t really remember much so it makes me think I didn’t get very far in Konquest mode? I spent most of that game with Kharacter Kreator mode because I got to make my beloved OC Ice 🥰 she’s been kind of unofficially retired now that I self ship though because she was of course with Bi-Han too. I think at some point they has three sons too? Sleet, Hail and Blizzard, 14 year old me was a creative genius 🤣 I suppose those could still be the code names for my sons with Bi-Han? Older Sol is maybe leaning towards Absolute Zero (since the Chinese for Sub-Zero actually translates to absolute zero), Boreal Dawn (since the twins both have dawn in their names), and Polar Vortex? I’m officially beyond rambling now so I will wrap this up and go finish my coffee. Hope you lovelies have a wonderful day and if you aren’t please imagine a pink trex aggressively roaring and tail slapping whatever is making it suck for you. 💙

#medical stuff #mini update #sol rambles #oc stuff #mortal kombat

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edgarsabandonedrocketship · 2 years

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Okay, it’s the Monday after the Dreaded Annual Riverdale Musical Episode, which imo makes it a great time for some good, old-fashioned shitposting. The topic: Biblical Plagues (mind you, these are not the Plaques we were promised in the synopsis. I’m sad).

How might these plagues show up in the next episode of Riverdale (which airs this weekend the weekend after next because this show has fantastic scheduling)? Below are some ideas. (Please note that I ran out of steam and didn’t put anything for Boils or Hail. Do feel free to tackle those if you’re so inclined, and/or enhance or disagree with any of the others presented).

1. Water turning to blood—Betty is highly annoyed when bloody water shoots out of Archie's sink while she's trying to wash her trusty beer mug. She initially assumes this is happening because Archie is an idiot and fucked up the plumbing when rebuilding the house. To avoid strangling him in a fit of rage, she leaves to stay with either Veronica or Agent Drake until he fixes it. 2. Frogs—Large amphibians start falling from the sky one morning, causing quite a mess all over town and at least one emergency Town Meeting to be convened. Meanwhile, in his laboratory Dr. Curdle Jr. becomes excited over the frogs’ dubious medicinal qualities and embarks on a campaign to convince people to stick them in the mouths of colicky kids, similar to what happened in the ‘Vale. Finally, a bored and lonely Jughead decides to keep a few of the little guys in the bunker with him as pets. 3, 4, 8. Lice, flies, locusts (yay, it’s a three-fer!)—Similar to her experience in the 'Vale, poor Tabitha discovers that her apartment is infested with bugs. At first (when it's limited to the lice and flies), she blames it on: 1) a visit from FP, and 2) a gross upholstered chair Jughead found on the side of the road and set up in his nook (all of these events happened off-screen, of course). But once the locusts appear, Tabitha begrudgingly admits it's probably a curse and asks Veronica for help (since she's a toxic spider woman and all) because Cheryl and Heather aren’t answering her emails. A short time after arriving, Veronica finds herself both repulsed and disturbingly hungry. Overwhelmed, she flees the scene, yelling that she'll text Tabitha the deets for a good local exterminator. 5. Livestock pestilence—Because there are few farm animals known to be living in Riverdale proper, this one presents in the town's population of wild dogs and sinner cats. Toffee, in a triumphant return to the show, raises the alarm on Alice’s talk show and then promptly alerts the state health department. This results in the town's second known quarantine. Luckily, the unnamed pestilence is rather mild and all affected animals make a full recovery within 48 hours thanks to prompt treatment from Dr. Curdle Jr. and possibly Veronica, Cheryl, and Heather.

6. Boils—???

7. Hail—??? 9. Darkness—Dark!Betty's costume returns, wig and all. Archie catches a glimpse of her wearing it, becomes frightened (and not in a fun way because he’s boring), and flees the scene. While night-jogging shirtless down the street, he's pelted by falling frogs before taking shelter at Thornhill, where Cheryl and Heather fatten him up with Sin Pie. Ominous music plays in the background. 10. The killing of firstborns—La Llorona arrives in Riverdale for this purpose. Jughead, Betty, and Veronica are safe. Baby Anthony, however, is not and Toni and Fangs have to hide him somewhere (somehow, it never occurs to them to simply leave town). Archie is also believed to be in danger, since his invulnerability has yet to be tested against a homicidal ghost. Fortunately, we learn he has half-siblings living with the Mothman-Blossom cult in the woods, because Mary Andrews is a secret Blossom. Unfortunately, this revelation causes Archie to have an existential crisis, which means we’re treated to some rather maudlin guitar strumming and crooning. Charles is ultimately the one to take La Llorona down when his handy ghost-buster superpower manifests while the two are locked in hand-to-hand combat.

#riverdale shitpost #riverdale speculation #but mostly shitposting

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ophthalmotropy · 2 years

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This was appended to a post about how people who make weird art often have their work treated as a shitpost (the dreaded "OP quick question are you okay/what the fuck/were you on drugs"). I find the way it misses the point illustrates it even better than the post itself.

All the examples listed here are comedic in nature, more "wacky" than weird. They are literally the shitposts artists here don't want their art mistaken for. Even more importantly, they're neatly inserted into a paradigm where corporate objects of consumption are passed around and crossed over without being recontextualised in any way, ha, isn't this funny, isn't this so lol random?

This is a shining example of the banalisation of contemporary art; putting a urinal in an art gallery isn't worth anything if Duchamp did it first because the point is to assail a well-accepted conception of art. As a philosopher once said, when the absurd causes hilarity rather than horror the vanguardist gesture becomes just that, an empty gesture.

And the dismissal of sexuality as part of the human experience and worth exploring in all its unsavoury facets is the cherry on top. Vacuous, faux-transgressive corporate copycats where everything is there to be sold and ironised, where everything is hypersexualised but nothing is erotic, where no one ever takes anything seriously.

#l33chsp34k

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hardestgrove · 2 years

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AN INDEXING OF SHIT.

AN FAQ MOST FOUL:

DO YOU TAKE WRITING REQUESTS? Yes I do. but ONLY for MUNGROVE (Billy/Eddie) and CUNNINGROVE (Billy/Chrissy)

WHY? Because they’re the only ships I care about next question--

DO YOU ACCEPT REQUESTS FOR SEXY SHIT? Yeah sure why not.

OKAY NOW THE INDEX----

the runaway maxathon : my liveblogging of my reading of runaway max. includes passages of the book that might be interesting to yall

Emily King had always known she wasn’t normal even before they moved to Hawkins when she was 12. It was something that had only become more true as she grew up. For years she lived inside a terrible engine, a machine she made to keep herself moving forward and safe from the horrors in her home and the horrors she feared watched from somewhere she couldn’t see. The day Will Byers went missing marked the death of the terrible engine. The fire is free. Features: a nonbinary main character (Emily), an entire family ocs, psychic nonsense, Billy Hargrove being our little bastard (affectionate), actually addressing trauma unlike in canon (assuming I’m any good at writing), polyamory in later installments, the stock 80s goth the show has been missing (Emily), and an unholy amount of talk about Elric of Melniboné Series tags: BP content, BP shitposting, BP update Last Season On — rating: T/PG-13 warnings: canon appropriate violence, swearing, mentions of child abuse/endangerment word count: 9,573 one shot recap of Season 1 but with the Kings included. Just a quick rundown of events so there’s context for the later events. Edited from the original version hosted here. And you may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?" rating: G/PG warnings: none word count: 2,059 Originally on here as “In Betweener” and heavily edited. a Brief one-shot from Steve’s pov one night at the King house. Helps to flesh things out a bit. In The Flat Field rating: T/PG-13 but might climb warnings: mentions of child abuse, canon appropriate violence, gross terminology, more added as we go Starts in S2. Things in Hawkins had quieted down over the last year since the string of mysterious tragedies that happened last November for everyone except Emily King at least who had instead added more to her plate. For the few like her who knew the reason for that string of tragedies their upcoming anniversary was a thing of dread. New faces blow into town and complicate a barely working situation even further. If the signs are anything to go by the other shoe they'd been waiting for is about to drop. Swimming Lessons rating: G warnings: none Just a small thing where Billy plays with Alison.

The Kings: Character Bios tags: Adam King / Christina King / Emily King / David King / Jackson King / Stacy King / Alison King / the king kids as a whole

OTHER USEFUL TAGS:

Train.png (my art/edits) Writing.doc (my writing) Meta Reference Cunningrove Mungrove

OCs / Hawkins Extended Universe Brandon Mayfield Jodi Pierce Shannon Harrington / Harrington sibs

(this is a side. my main is @namorian)

#train.txt

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harpywritesfic · 2 years

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I write Ironstrange fics. Current wips, request info, my tag system and more are below the cut!

You can also find me on AO3 and Twitter!

A bit about me: I'm chronically online because I have no job. I'm twenty, just sort of pathetic. I’m an atheist and whenever I say god, you can replace ‘god’ with ‘Andrew John Hozier-Byrne’ and it will work as intended. I’m always tired and I like to spend my free time in bed or on my computer.

Policies (harpy's house rules):

18+: I do post about smut and make some truly awful dirty jokes. Not that I’m really bothered if minors follow me, it’s more of a, yknow, do what you want just don’t tell me sort of thing. Curate your own online experience.

Tagging (@-ing me): go for it! I oscillate between seeing every post on the dash and not being active for days or weeks. If you want me to see something, tag me! I’d appreciate it.

Related works: I welcome fanart, podfics, playlists, anything inspired by my fics! Yes, even other fics! Just please, please, PLEASE tell me so I can see it, because I can guarantee you it would get me higher than a line of coke. I don't even need to try coke to know it would, because the fact that someone would be that inspired by my writing is just insane.

Constructive criticism: If you ask first and word your criticism politely, I'm open to receiving it. Otherwise, no thank you! Writing fanfic is a hobby, whether I'm enjoying myself is more important than making a masterpiece.

Spam-liking: go for it! Reblogs are much appreciated but I won't be offended if you don't! I'm just here to have a good time, I try not to take anything too seriously.

You can also reblog anything I post. I say things because they’re funny, it’s all fair game. If I don’t want it reblogged I’ll turn off reblogs.

Messaging: feel free! I don’t bite :) tumblr messaging sucks, so if we're mutuals, we can move to discord instead!

Please know that I’m nuerodivergent and my brain works in mysterious ways. You might have to tell me if I’m being annoying or if I’ve said something that bothered or offended you. I’m not so good at reading social situations, and I would rather you say something than not! You won’t hurt my feelings, and I’d hate to upset someone by accident.

Current WIP list:

(Keep in mind, I am a very slow writer! These are the pieces that I'm pretty sure will get done. If they're still here, that means I'm still planning to finish them even if I'm not actively working on them.)

Anon request (brainwashed Stephen)

Anon request (Tony loves hard)

Occupational Hazards

Requests are currently closed!

The requests on my wip list are from October 2022 and I have yet to write them, so I'm not taking any more at this time. I have a dreadful time working on anything that I'm not really excited about (damn my dopamine deficient brain) and I'd rather not disappoint when your request becomes one of my fifty unfinished wips.

I’m not comfortable writing (subject to change):

character death

nsfw

AUs (mostly)

Bingo Cards and Events (outdated)

(These include my October stuff, since I've got two more fics to go before I call them done!)

Each event has its own color, and a key to any other spaces it works for. (Bingo cards have a letter for the column and a number for the row, Whumptober just has a day number). Completed + posted fics are marked with a star.

BTHB: Bad Things Happen Bingo (purple)

ISB: Ironstrange Bingo (red)

ISST or ISHB: Ironstrange's Stangely Spooky Time or Ironstrange Halloween Bingo (green)

Whumptober (orange)

Tags I use:

#harpy's fics (my fics)

#harpy's wips (snippets and progress updates)

#harpy overshares (personal life, shitposts, that sort of thing)

#harpy's storytime (funny stories i have)

#source: me (memes and such made by yours truly)

#nsfw and/or #mdni (anything I’m not comfy w minors interacting with)

#fanart, #fanfic, #gif, #comic panels, #prompts, #reference, #events, etc. These are just here for me to remember tbh.

At some point I need to go through and tag all my pet-related posts. I love my pets.

Updated 2/18/24

#masterpost #events #harpy's wips

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cherrisherry · 2 months

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tumblr I see u havent changed in the 6-7 years I stopped usin the site for

No, traumatizing yourself with horrific imagery and news stories doesn't make you a more effective ally or a better activist, it just makes you traumatized. Being able to keep an emotional distance from the horrors of war and genocide is a good thing to be the most effective at helping others. Practice empathy, but do not become a bleeding heart. It's a hard pill to swallow, but allowing sorrow and dread to overtake you will not make you an effective ally, you will just be one of the many casualties.

Yes, if a meme is what helps information to raise awareness of a serious matter spread more prolifically without traumatizing those who can help, it is an appropriate method of spreading the news. Making a shitpost about ways to help others and adding links for fiscal and material contributions to help those in the path of genocide and war is always good, as it allows the links to circulate more freely.

No, policing the tone in which someone tells you something serious does not make you a better activist, it makes you pedantic and childish and proves you don't care for the cause but rather care to feel that you're a good person. Ask yourself, in good faith, why might this person's tone come across as flippant and uncaring. Do they actually not care? Or is the fact they make jokes about something horrible happening because they've lost their entire extended family to bombs, firing squads and starvation, and these jokes are all thats helping them keep it together.

Yes, talking to people around you about serious events is important, especially if they don't know anything about it, but,

No, unprompted telling someone in a hostile tone that this thing is being boycott and they're supporting genocide for buying from there is not helpful, in the current online climate, people will just mark you as an anxious reactionary. Which fucking sucks and it's right to be angry, but understand the climate and culture of the internet. Not everyone is born to be an activist, this is why over a million people will sign a petition but only 10k will show up to the protest. Presuming everyone knows everything is doing a disservice to those who may be interested in joining you as that 10,001st but don't know what to read or where to start.

This isn't a cool kids club, this isn't a lecture hall, they're human beings. Fallible, imperfect human beings. To presume that people are inherently cold and self-centered just shows that perhaps you do need to step away for a while. Traumatizing and re-traumatizing yourself by spreading videos, threatening the lives of epileptics (I'm not tagging that this video has flashing lights in it because its about a genocide!!! Okay?? And if the epileptic has a seizure and hits their head on the way down and develops brain damage? Is the intended charity here organ donations cus that's fucked up), re-traumatizing people whose families are stuck there, watching their home streets, their home towns, their family hospitals, their family neighbourhoods be blown to shrapnel and dust. Is that the plan?

Say I'm a horrible person, or I support the genocide or what have you, I put my money and feet where my mouth is. And others who do the same are likely sitting in silence and not speaking on issues they have no right to speak on as well.

I know activism. I don't know the ins and outs of Israel and Palestine. Thus I keep my mouth shut to avoid dissemination of misinformation. It truly is that simple.

Free Palestine.

#chattisherry #cw heavy topics #I have 35 followers if this somehow goes outside of my circle I'm just deleting it cus I ain't tryna fight about shit #I'm just tired of people sayin “youre not doing enough” when literally 10% of my monthly income goes to associated charities

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fully-caulked-wagon · 2 years

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BoyfriEND, GirlfriEND, FriEND Everything has an end. Except Cheese. Cheese will never end.

Relationships are temporary but the impending dread of the possibility of your friends, 1. Finding out you have a fucking Tumblr account and 2. Actually finding your Tumblr account, is eternal But we all know that's an absolute 0% possibility, right? Hahaha. Ha. Ha...

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fluff-and-kura · 3 years

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Pls DM me ramblings of canon tidbits and lore on scp staff/etc. alternate dimensions and other eldritch things welcome too I just wanna learn without all the draining searching and reading and searching

#I don’t know if it’s mutuals only for DM’ing or not I’m antisocial on here but I will follow back for the next three days #my stamina is so much lower for things my brain actively keels from #brain: oh you want canon? canon lore for fandom you so enthusiastic about? that gives you happiness in your day to daydream about?#brain: oh dread! dread for you! sickness and anguish and total exhaustive depression for you! no canon reading for you #we shall only Daydream on Happy Little Distortions of Reality with whom we are sure of no Angst and Bad Feelies #me: please I just wanna learn and extend my knowledge for more daydream ideas—#brain: no! no Canon #only Daydream #me sobbing: pls god why must you be so stupid and spoiled what sort of monster have I raised you to become #textpost #request #scp #shitpost? maybe #I’m pretty shit at this and I feel pretty pathetic but honestly?#it’s been 8 months and I haven’t gotten to learn any juicy lore espECIALLY about the doctors and other staff and I am at my wits end #with my dumb paranoid social anxiety #I’m not explaining that one brains are dumb and I’m accommodating #end of discussion #and my accidental rambling I’m sorry tags are a safe space #for me

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thelastraigeki · 2 years

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Thoughts on Aging

I never thought that I would actually be making a post like this but I suppose this is something which I can say might help me with something we’re all going to confront in order to come to terms with or are trying to come to terms with it now. And this is something everyone goes through, and some embrace the idea of getting older and some are shy from it.

I am definitely in the latter group. When I created this Tumblr account, I was in my early to mid twenties. Definitely the age range where most millennials were getting Tumblr accounts and shitposting or sharing whatever interests them. As of January 18th.. I will be turning thirty four years old. The tail end of my early thirties and the beginning of my mid thirties.

I am not going to lie when I say this but I dread getting older. Why? Because I really didn't grow up per se. I still enjoy reading comic books and watching movies, I still love video games, I do enjoy Martial Arts and I still enjoy roleplaying. I don't believe there's an age requirement which says I have to stop enjoying these things but... there's this lingering feeling like I am no longer part of that demographic those things were aimed for.

I am driving myself crazy, Googling for answers to questions like "Is thirty considered old?" or "What age do gray hairs appear?" and I am having a hard time coping. I find myself looking in the mirror and comparing myself to how I was five, six, ten years ago and looking for noticeable changes. And they're quite a few.

Also, there's this sense of feeling that nothing was accomplished. If you're a millennial like me, then you know how difficult it was to find a job. Maybe it still is. I didn't exactly get a steady job until I was twenty six, working for Toys R Us but I made no money at that job from the second to third year. It wasn't until I got my job at Jo-Ann's that I started to make money in an effort to have enough funds to make a life for myself. But... working retail doesn't exactly pay what a person needs to survive on account that it's primarily part time, and only managers and supervisors work full time. And I had to scrounge up my paychecks as well as whatever stimulus packages just to a five digit number to put in the bank.

And then there's family.

I feel like I should have established my own family years ago. I see all my friends from childhood that already have kids who are either very little or are just entertaining into high school. I don't have that and... I want a family of my own but I haven't had a significant other since I was nineteen and chose to stay single. There have been attempts to start a relationship but ultimately went nowhere. I feel as I get older, I become increasingly unworthy. That no one will want me and I won't have any family of my own.

And then there's the immediate family I have, the only remaining family I have left being my mother as my father bailed out of our lives when I was thirteen because he started another family with another woman behind my Mom's back. Then there's my Mom's side of the family who more or less we are disconnected from. I won't get into that story...

Point is my Mom is the only family I have left. And just recently I noticed age spots on her hands. And that hurt me as her son because it's a reminder that she had at the most, if she's lucky, another thirty years in her left. And whatever remaining youthfulness she has is fading... She's in her 60's but looks as if she can pass for her mid to late 40's. But... seeing her getting older hurts because I know she's not going to be around forever.

And we get to the finality of it.

Death.

I see aging as getting closer to that inevitable and unpleasant end that we've all got to come to terms with. I am terrified. Why? Well... the issue with that is I don't know if there's anything after. I like existing, I like being who I am. I would hate to know and realize that after the body dies, there's nothing. We just cease to be. That there's nothing but blackness. That there's no afterlife. That there's no comfort of continuing in a higher plane where all our friends and family are waiting for us. That absolutely TERRIFIES me.

I've become a bit frustrated with this and often recall on things like Ghost Hunters where people record EVPs and footage of the paranormal or Celebrity Ghost Stories where celebrities often recall their own experiences with spirits and ghosts. I also recall documentations of reincarnation, on how there was a little boy named Ryan Hammons who claimed that he had the memories of Marty Martin, a Hollywood actor and extra and was mostly spot on with the details of this individual whom he claimed had the memories of. Now, whether or not the afterlife, ghosts or reincarnation are things which exist and is real... I don’t know, but I absolutely would hate it if there was nothing to us when our physical selves die.

I’ve also been thinking about the concept of immortality, and while I know it’s biologically impossible for human beings-- I often ask myself if living forever is a blessing or a curse, and to my surprise a lot of people tell me that they don’t want to live forever. I would only accept Immortality if it was under the Highlander rules because at least there would be a way out, even if it is gruesome.

I’ve rambled enough. I’ve been meaning to put this up for a long time, and I think this has been in my drafts for a few months to maybe even a year because I wanted to put my thoughts in order and down somewhere.

I suppose... I’m upset and angry that this is the way things HAVE to be. I love existing, I love being alive and young... These changes I face just terrify me, I suppose.

#Aging #Mortality #Afterlife #Ramblings #Personal

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daonepiece · 3 years

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Heyy artist chan! Im back with questions. AGAIN... so ignore if you dont wanna answer. No pressure. Its for fun!!

On the average, How long does it take to make 1 art piece?

For how long have you been into art? What inspired you the most?

How did you learn anatomy? Do you have any suggestions for learning it?

If inspiration doesn't hit you during some time, what do you do?

What is the longest tine you took to make an art?

Abhi-swannnnn 💖💖 It’s my delight to answer your questions. They are a healthy exercise for the mind. 🥺

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On the average, How long does it take to make 1 art piece?

It really depends on how much fire I have at the time. Taking my best condition into account, then usually about 2 hours for one shitposting post (😂) and 10-15 hours (about one week in real-time) for one polished art, with neat line and color and all.

For how long have you been into art? What inspired you the most?

Omg now that I have to count, it’s been almost 20 years since the day I can draw a legible human. O___O The one thing that doesn’t change since day 1 is that human’s beauty fascinates me. I like drawing people so much, mostly their faces and hair!

How did you learn anatomy? Do you have any suggestions for learning it?

1. Observe! Observe! Observe! Observation skill plays a big role. The quicker you develop your ability to look at something and be able analyse it (simplify body parts into basic shapes for example), the easier your learning process will become. 2. Learn about perspective along the way. 3. Put what you learned into practice. 5 minutes figure drawing is definitely a great art workout.

4. Don’t dread if you got something wrong, take note and improve it in the next drawing! Noticing errors in your old works is proof that you’ve leveled up. :D

Here’s some of my sketch => lineart. The initial sketch is often a quick figure drawing, it gives me a general idea about the pose I want, details and further corrections will be done on lineart.

If inspiration doesn't hit you during some time, what do you do?

I take a break! Looooong breakkkk. But when there’s a deadline I can’t avoid then I’ll force myself to cough up some ideas so even at the worst scenario I still have some thing to work with, however terrible I might think they are.

What is the longest time you took to make an art?

About six months... It was when inspiration didn’t hit. It was also a commission I had to finish no matter what. The agony.. TT_____TT Any personal work that took me more than one month to finish is very likely to stay a WIP forever.

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That’s the end of this wall of text! Thank you for these lovely questions, Abhi-swan X”D

#we have a chat #art questions

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shitpostsampler · 3 years

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Hi there! I sent you an email about a pattern commission a couple days ago, but I haven’t heard back yet and wanted to make sure my email wasn’t lost to the void. If y’all are too busy to take it on, that’s totally fine! Thank you!

For everyone who has maybe sent us an email/tried to get ahold of us in the past several months--- First and foremost, 2020, like for most people, has burnt us out on just existing. Hobbies have been difficult to muster. Our time has been spent with a lot of staring at soft British Shows with no stakes has been required (see- Repair Shop, Reassembler, and the like), and watching our friend play very, very scary games over Discord.

Secondly, seeing the neglect of the foundation of this endeavor, our email inbox and ask box has become a stress void we’ve been kind of aggressively ignoring because it gives us anxiety.

Thirdly, and I think the most important of note, this past month or so has decided to really up its game on the punches. 2020 didn’t want to go out without at least a shot to the knees. Prism currently doesn’t have a computer (the repair shop it was taken to has been good triers, but have failed a spectacularly for the past month). Fry caught the dreaded 2020 plague and now sleeps very odd hours.

Actually doing a #sundayaskboxblitz is a first step towards achieving some normalcy pushing through the liminal space between Christmas/New Years and rolling into 2021. Here’s hoping we can right ourselves back on the track and start a) bringing more shitpost content and b) make our way through the backlog of things we really should do.

For those of you fully interested in commissions who feel like your contact was maybe lost in the void, please, please, please, allow us time to work through our backlog, and if we haven’t replied to you in March, please send us another inquiry if you’re still interested.

Thank you for sticking with us through this wild and unpredictable 2020.

#sunday askbox blitz #it's sunday #exor-schist

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obutsuwrites · 4 years

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work friends (miruko x reader, part 2)

summary: basically, miruko convinces reader to meet at the mall. possessive behavior and fingering ensue.

warnings: light dom/sub, thigh riding, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, mommy kink

part one

my ao3 for more shitposts

my ko-fi~!

word count: 3,729

A high-pitched chirp pierced the woman’s dreamless sleep. Setting such a deafening ringtone was supposed to be an advantage. Hot stories don’t stop once night falls, an unfortunate truth the woman had already learned. The woman rolled over; tired hands latching onto her phone.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:45 am

ur laugh was almost cute 🤪

Speak of the devil, and she will appear.

Air caught in her throat, somehow worse than a punch in the gut. Crimson eyes burned in the woman’s mind. Cherry pits she couldn’t ignore. She exhaled. The act was almost orgasmic as greedy lungs resumed function.

What… what do I say? Naturally, words came to the woman like magic. A gift she attributed to countless All Might articles. All Might. His name felt heavy somehow now. The woman sighed and typed a short response.

「XXX」 | 12:47 am

This is Miruko, right?

Three dots appeared as half lidded eyes struggled to maintain focus. What does this stupid bunny want this late? Her mind felt fuzzy, as if she hadn’t slept at all. Exhaustion was rooted in her bones; a slow ache.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:48 am

wats ur addy

Of course. Wait. Is… is she trying to hook up? A lump of disgust and anxiety swelled within her stomach. Casual sex wasn’t foreign to the woman. It was a concept she celebrated, but the image of hungry, crimson eyes plagued her. Carnivorous orbs that threatened to eat her alive.

「XXX」 | 12:49 am

You woke me up. It’s *midnight*. I can interview you tomorrow.

This was a bargaining chip. Perhaps ignorance would save her. Or maybe I’m committing career suicide, she mused. Rumors and whispers of reporters doing “favors” for interviews wasn’t unheard of. Morality wasn’t a concern for the perfect article.

The woman stared intently at her phone, eyes bleary and heavy. Dread mounted in her stomach as minutes passed. The woman rubbed her eyes. Maybe she’s asleep already. The thought brought her comfort as sleep dusted over her. Fatigue had won.

≛

A hearty exhale left the woman as throbbing muscles stretched against morning light. Another dreamless sleep with a side of awkward sleeping positions. Nothing out of the ordinary for her. She layed in bed, determined to absorb the early sunlight. Eventually, the woman rolled over and began to check emails. Ignorance was a blessing. The woman’s phone vibrated in her hand, the motion jarring and obnoxious. Right. The rabbit.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 - INCOMING CALL

Red eyes flashed through her mind. Soft hands trembled, knuckles white and taunt. Her finger hovered over the answer button. The notification was imposing; a beast that dwarfed her. An electrical wave crept through the woman’s spine. Anxiety now rooted in her stomach.

“H-hello?”

The pro hero snickered. “Finally ya answer, kit. Think you owe me your name for the wait.” She could almost feel Miruko’s hot breath through the phone. A sweltering gust that starved the room of oxygen.

The woman swallowed, saliva thick and tongue bulky. She muttered her name like a prayer.

“Cute name, kit. You never replied to my text. Still game?” Miruko’s voice cut into the word kit, as if it were an insult. Belittling.

She shifted in bed, words unable to become tangible. Prey caught in the powerful jaws of a predator. Shivers continued to assault the woman as she opened Miruko’s text.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:55 am

watever. meet me @ hiro mall.

Hiro Mall. Hiro Mall! She giggled; the sound unnatural and falsetto. A laugh she hated. Hiro Mall was thirty minutes away via car, but… I don’t own a car. No reliable transportation!

“I don’t live near Hiro Mall. S-sorry, can’t do it.”

Miruko’s thin lips pulled a mischievous grin. “Don’t apologize, it’s annoying like that laugh. I’ll pick you up,” the Rabbit Hero insisted, tone assertive and deep. Like rich chocolate.

A sour expression spread through the woman’s features, panic in her veins. An icy chill ran into her skull. The beginnings of a migraine.

“N-no it’s fine. You’re probably too far away.” She glanced around, desperate to escape the call. “We can arrange an interview later in the week.” A mall is too unprofessional anyway.

“C’mon. I gotta scoop for you, little kit.” Miruko sounded almost eager. A tight edge to her voice.

Another laugh left the reporter as she spoke, “Listen, M-Mi-Miruko… I appreciate this offer I really do. I just can’t today. I have -- I have other arrangements today.”

The Rabbit Hero released a hearty chuckle. Playing hard to get, huh?

“Can’t clear your schedule for an interview with the number seven pro hero Miruko?” She teased.

She feigned a smile. “I did agree, didn’t I? O-okay. I’ll text you my address.” There was no escape from the rabbit. Coils of anxiety refused to unravel within her gut. Painful, hot bundles that tore into her.

“Good kit.” A click followed the rabbit’s voice. The woman released a pent-up whine.

Are all pro heroes this rude?

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“I like your hat,” the woman mused, her sentence punctuated by a gentle chuckle. Miruko’s ears twitched at the sound.

Pro hero Miruko stood before her in casual attire; denim shorts, a plain t-shirt, and a brown baseball cap. It felt almost wrong to see the number seventh hero like this. Vulnerable. Human.

“That laugh was cute. Why don’t you laugh like that?” The ghost of a smirk rested against Miruko’s lips. Blush for me, kit.

A yell echoed through the mall before the woman could reply, “Hey! It’s Miruko! Miruko, can I get an autograph?!” Like magic, a young boy appeared in front of the couple, his smile was sunlight. Too bright to ignore. Pen and paper in tiny hands.

Crimson eyes observed the child with anticipation. She was not a rabbit, but a peacock. A peacock that revelved in attention.

“Sure!”

Miruko bent down and lightly grabbed the parchment from the boy; signing an indecipherable signature. The action seemed too gentle for the carnivorous woman. She’s creepy when she’s nice, the reporter thought as a shiver crawled down her skeleton. Like a dull ache in her bones.

The boy’s face broke out in a boyish grin; a smile too big for his face. Curious orbs drifted from the mythical hero and stuck to the unfamiliar figure beside the rabbit.

“Hey… are you a hero too? Are -- are you Miruko’s friend?” the boy prodded, his voice soaked in excitement and stars in his eyes.

The woman awkwardly shuffled and inspected her shoes. A pit began to widen in her stomach. The feeling left her empty and anxious. Starving. “Sorta. Work friends.”

“What’s it -- “

Before the child could ask, Miruko interjected. The woman’s tone was hard and rough, like sandpaper. “Sorry kid. We gotta bounce.”

Calloused hands reached for the reporter, finding purchase around her waist. A quiet yelp was exhaled from the woman; the sound sharp and sudden. Maroon rage bubbled under Miruko’s intense gaze as she ushered the woman away.

“Friends?” Miruko hissed, a dangerous glint in her eyes. The woman felt like injured prey, ready for the slaughter. “We’re not friends and you fucking know it.” Snowy ears twitched in annoyance. Little kit doesn’t know her place. The thought was venomous and ravenous; a lion starved and wild.

Her hand burns.

"Miruko… Are we not friends?" Curious eyes locked onto the rabbit. Begging for Miruko's attention. Was a pro hero a liar? Her brain felt branded by the question. Burnt. Ruined.

Large hands released the woman. Strong arms encased the woman; like a dragon hoarding gold. A wolf with teeth trained on a young doe. Poised, prepared. Miruko's heart threatened to leap from her chest, the sound like thunder. The woman couldn't ignore the roar against her.

The hero swallowed. "I want you to call me Usagi. No, Usagi. It'd sound cuter coming from you." Miruko grinned, lips too tight and teeth too sharp.

"Usagi, let me go. This is too intimate," the woman stated plainly. The situation was too familiar. Too similar to last night.

"You like my hat?"

Gross hot carrot breath.

Silver strands hung over muscular shoulders as a confident voice tickled the woman's ear.

"I'll try some on for you, because it's you!" Stars danced in Miruko's eyes. Crimson orbs now enveloped in joy.

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The couple sat on a bench, both parties tired from a day of giggles and coy smiles. Hidden signs of affection between the two. A genuine laugh from the woman made Miruko’s ears twitch in excitement. It was the same feeling she experienced before; the hero’s stomach was in knots. A hot, tangled mess that stung.

Miruko watched as the reporter gingerly checked her emails. She demanded a detour to rest and get her bearings. Miruko peered over her shoulder, unaware of the anxiety that began to bubble in the woman’s throat. Like mucus stuck in her nose. Thick and suffocating.

The woman turned to her, lips tugged into a curt grin. Too formal, too polite.

“I was thinking,” she began; still enamored by work, “you promised me an interview. We can grab lunch and I can pick your brain.” Finally, I’ll get my story. The woman vibrated with elation. It was a buzz that warmed her down into her bones. Her dreams were within reach; so many opportunities.

Miruko’s calloused palm slid across the woman’s thighs, creeping along as if to memorize the supple flesh. The rabbit wanted to bury herself between them. Pillowy thighs that touched deserved to be worshipped.

She caressed the woman’s thigh as she spoke, “Don’t live too far from here… You like your coffee black?” The hero’s casual attitude left a horrible taste in her mouth. A bitter, rotten taste. Miruko’s hand was scorching against her thigh, a juxtaposition to her clammy skin.

“No, tea. I know… I know of a cafe not far from here.” Words were impossible again. Intangible things. The woman’s sentence was punctuated with a shrill chuckle, another sign of internal concern. A part of her dreaded being alone -- in a private space -- with the hero. Famished eyes still regarded her as prey. Oval cherries.

“Got tea, too. I think you’re just scared. I don’t bite!” Much, Miruko thought, playful lips stretched into a lop-sided grin. She was desperate to taste the woman, to spread her apart and worship. Miruko kneaded the doughly flesh underneath her, as she waited for a response.

Finally, the woman looked away; too ashamed to face the rabbit.

“O-okay.”

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Miruko’s apartment was unexpected. It was plain -- almost unbelievable to imagine a hero living here -- much less the number seventh hero. The only noteworthy addition were flowers, as if the room had exploded in a bomb of flora and perfume. They looked out of place with morning dew still fresh on vibrant petals. Was she anticipating this? Hints of flowers assaulted the woman’s nose; the smell was nauseating.

“I redecorated!” Miruko blurted out, a move uncharacteristic for the headstrong woman. She felt exposed like this. The object of her desires was so close -- and yet the rabbit had to be vulnerable. It wasn’t uncommon for Miruko to bring a woman home, but a sea of flowers wasn’t her normal. She was inexperienced in... this. The hero’s heart began to tremble again, the sound booming, leaving her breathless.

The woman only nodded, as if aware of the lie. “Flowers are pretty, aren’t they? I suppose we can start with the first question; Miruko… you don’t have a scoop for me, d-do you?” Her voice faltered as the woman lost her conviction. Plush lips quivered, afraid of the answer.

Her lips look so soft. Without thinking, a tanned finger brushed against the woman’s lips. Miruko quickly withdrew her hand. A muted pink dusted her cheeks, like a child caught. The hero’s snowy ears burned with embarrassment.

“Do it again.”

“What?” Miruko asked, hungry eyes wide. Saliva pooled in her mouth. A predator drooling over wounded prey.

“D-do it a-again.” The woman’s tone was pleading, in need of attention.

My attention, Miruko thought as she swiped a thumb across delicate lips. The flesh reminded the rabbit of her thighs. A familiar heat began to pool in the bottom of her stomach. The rabbit inched closer; the woman’s chin cradled in her palm, thumb still caressing her lips like ritual. Touching the woman was electric. A shock that left Miruko in a daze of want.

Hot breath tickled the woman’s nose as Miruko spoke, “I’m going to kiss you.” Chapped lips collided against the woman. The kiss was forceful and hungry. A lion finally ravishing a meal. Miruko continued to lean into her, as if trying to establish dominance. Gentle hands rested against the rabbit’s toned chest. Miruko tasted like carrots and mint. An obvious attempt to hide the vegetable. The weight of Miruko caused the woman to stumble, and the pair landed awkwardly on the carpeted floor. Miruko landed on top of the woman, hard muscles pressed against delicate flesh.

“Sorry, kit. Guess I got a little too excited. Are you okay?” Miruko’s tone was laced with worry. The genuine concern was new to the woman. Humanizing. Patches of red decorated the woman’s cheeks and her heart pounded against her ribcage like a drum. The sound was deafening.

Red orbs watched with interest and long strands of silver hair settled across small shoulders. Her hair tickled. The woman tried to stifle a chuckle and nodded, even now her soft frame was dwarfed by the hero.

Abruptly, Miruko kissed her again, grinding wide hips into the woman. The rabbit’s hands transversed the woman’s body, starving for her touch. Calloused palms cupped large breasts and massaged. Miruko’s touch wasn’t gentle like a lover’s, but rough and greedy. An involuntary moan slipped from the woman, who was now unable to keep composure. The hero took advantage; seeing the moment of weakness as an opportunity, and jammed a wet tongue into her mouth. Miruko’s hot tongue explored the damp chasm. She wanted to commit every part of the woman to memory.

The rabbit pulled away, the act only to allow her companion fresh air. Lungs gasped for air. Hungry and starved. Before she could force in another lungful, Miruko pressed further against her, and roughly grabbed tiny wrists. The woman was puzzled by the action until she felt the warm presence of Miruko’s finger hooked around her waistband. Miruko licked her lips in anticipation as drool threatened to leak out.

Crimson orbs locked onto the woman, as if to ask permission.

“Please,” she begged. Her voice was small and quiet. Too ashamed to admit the burning ache that settled into her core. The need for Miruko hurt. The woman was racked with impatience. She wanted needed the hero’s greedy fingers in between her.

A thunderous laugh vibrated from Miruko as she discarded the woman's undergarments. “You’re so cute. Submissive and begging for Miruko the hero.” The rabbit shoved a thick finger in between large thighs -- thighs Miruko wanted to dig into. Miruko’s finger curled inside the woman’s craving, wet core. Vicious teeth were bared in a smirk; she could just eat the woman. Devore her whole. On instinct, Miruko’s mouth latched onto the woman’s neck. Her pulse was rapid against the hero’s tongue as Miruko began to suck upon the supple flesh. Erotic sounds of pleasure escaped the woman. Her face was flustered and on fire, a sweltering heat that ravaged her.

Determined fingers pumped into the woman’s slickness. She lifted her hips into Miruko, franic for the hero. Her stomach twisted as shivers shot through her spine.

“Tell Mirko the hero how needy you are. Beg for me.”

"U-Usagi --"

"Miruko," the hero corrected, her sentence punctuated by a second finger. The sudden intruder caused the woman to gasp. Such a cute noise! Miruko curled the second finger and pumped both digits in rhythm. The woman continued to lift her hips, greedy for Miruko's touch.

A low whimper drifted from the woman, "Mi-Miruko, please, please, please … Kiss me. Claim me." She shrunk under the rabbit's gaze. The heat across her cheeks felt permanent. The woman quickly turned away, too embarrassed to allow Miruko a peek.

Miruko grabbed her hips and shoved the soaking woman against her. A small puddle began to pool against the rabbit's shorts. The woman -- too enthralled by Miruko's fingers -- was blissfully unaware of her mess. Delicate wrists were released as sturdy hands palmed the wet spot.

"Look at what you did, kit," Miruko said, placing the woman's hand against the puddle. Gentle orbs locked onto the mess; her cheeks now a vibrant red. Like poppies on her cheeks. She quickly withdrew her hand; as if the puddle was fire.

The woman's voice was muffled and hushed. "I’m s-sorry…” she mumbled, her face hidden by trembling hands. Embarrassment was segmented back into her reality; the woman left too conscious of Miruko’s gaze. It was uncommon for strangers to see the woman so… exposed. Even past lovers weren’t afforded the treat.

“You’re just leaking for me. So fucking wet for Miruko.” She wiped a finger across the mess and used another hand to free the woman’s sight. “I want you to watch.” Miruko’s sentence was entwined with lust. An insatiable need. The rabbit brought her juice stained finger to her mouth and sucked, cannibalistic red eyes locked on the woman. Her pink tongue swirled around the digit. A line of saliva connected the rabbit’s finger as she slowly dragged the apendenge from her mouth. After teasing the woman, Miruko shoved the spit covered digit into the woman. Her cunt now ached with three thick fingers. It felt like too much; her core stretched around Miruko.

The hero didn’t continue to finger fuck the woman. Like a predator playing with injured prey. Enjoying her meal.

Pleading eyes bore into Miruko as she pulled her soaked fingers from the woman. Lips held a dirty smirk. “Rub your clit against my thighs, mommy wants to feel your cunt.” The woman winced at the word. It sounded so dirty, so inappropriate… and yet she shivered at the hero’s words. Desperate for relief, desperate for stimulation; the woman began to rub her slickness against the hero’s exposed thigh. Her face almost sizzled with a crimson blush. She felt the heat up to her ears. Molten lava.

The woman was unable to face Miruko’s starving eyes. Cherries that wanted to rip and tear into her. Muffled sobs racked the woman; the sensations of embarrassment and pleasure blended together in a blur of pathetic arousal. Her body betrayed her as she grinded harder into Miruko’s thigh, the stimulation proving not enough for her swollen clit. The woman could feel the hot blood that pulsed through her core.

“Mi-Miruko, f-fuck me,” she begged.

“Look at you, kit, using such dirty words. You call this begging? This is pathetic. Tell Miruko how much of a slut you are.” Her tone was aggressive, as if the woman’s pathetic nature was an offense.

She swallowed, her mouth devoid of spit as she sobbed, “Please, Miruko! I’m such a slut; I need your fingers! Please, please, please.” The woman’s sentence was chanted, almost like a mantra. A perverted prayer.

Sharp teeth clashed against the woman’s ear. “Sit on my face. Wanna fuckin’ drown in you.” Miruko’s voice was no higher than a whisper. Like a secret between friends. Without hesitation, the woman nodded and stood up as Miruko positioned herself between pillowy thighs. The rabbit’s mouth salivated in anticipation. I’m going to fucking devour you.

The woman slowly lowered herself onto the hero, afraid of injuring her. She wasn’t small and fit like Miruko. She was big and jiggly. Like jello. A body Miruko wanted to grab fistfulls of as she fucked her into a mattress; letting the woman know how beautiful she was. Her aching, wet cunt finally made contact with Miruko’s pink tongue. Sandwiched between gigantic thighs, Miruko began to run her tongue down the woman’s folds. The woman released a lustful moan. She clamped a hand to her shy mouth as Miruko’s tongue slipped into her. She yelped at the sudden action. Miruko snickered underneath the woman, her sounds were like calls from heaven. Honey that coated her ears in a thick sweetness.

She worked at the woman’s mound, only encouraged by her lewd sounds. The woman could no longer muffle her moans; her body stuck in a sea of shivers. Her tongue -- her tongue felt so fucking good. Wide hips grinded into Miruko, hungry to have her tongue deeper within. Two thick fingers plunged into her hole, replacing Miruko’s tongue. The rabbit’s digits slapped into the woman’s drenched thighs. Her tongue wandered up to a swollen, red clit. She took the bud into her mouth and swirled the blood filled nub.

“F-fuck…” A long moan punctuated her sentence as Miruko began to suck on her clit; her fingers scissoring within her, stretching her. The woman’s greedy walls contracted around Miruko. The woman’s large chest heaved as breathing seemed impossible. Hot, short breaths mixed with wails of ecstasy. Miruko continued to suck on the woman’s clit, treating her puffy nub like a treat. Her tanned face now slick with the woman’s juices. The room was filled with the sloppy sounds of the woman’s cunt and her moans. Miruko’s ears couldn’t help but rapidly twitch, the rabbit almost too excited.

“Stop… stop, I’ll cum!” The woman whined, her voice lecherous and heavy. Like a fog. Her confirmation caused Miruko’s fingers to ramp up in speed, fingers now curled inside. An audible pop sounded as Miruko released the woman’s puffy nub. The rabbit’s sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She alternated between sucking and nibbling the woman’s clit. The woman felt an uncomfortable tremble crawl through her stomach, settling at the bottom. Her body begged for release.

A string of profanities erupted from the woman as she came, juices squirting down Miruko’s chin. The hero licked her lips, still hungry. With her moment of bliss gone, and her body weak, the woman gingerly stood up. Her ears and face were a bright pink; like cotton candy.

Miruko gazed at the woman, a lop-sided smirk ghosting her face. “You got me drenched in your pussy. C’here and clean it up, kit.”

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