#im sayin this for both 'sides'

[yammoba]

It's like yeah, ultimatly who gives an actual shit about the specific name for something. I feel this way about identifing peoples identities and also when it comes to the words we chose to describe systems of oppression. Ultimately the importance lies in being able to communicate. And if a singular word doesn't apply, that just use a sentence. Thats probably what you'll have to do anyways 🙃 or multiple paragraphs that still end up meaning nothing.

Im just annoyed at the people who seem hellbent on subdividing transphobia experienced into the categories of "transmysoginy exempt" and "transmysoginy applicable" as some kind of universal truth depending on your agab and perceived transition "direction"? While also denying the legitimacy of transmasc specific transphobia. Like. They seem kinda contradictory.

Like, if transmasc are exempt from transmysoginy, (which could be debatable depending of the circumstance and deffinitions at play) than its extra fucking shitty to claim terms we use to describe "transmasc specific opression"* are like.... inherently misogynist or something i dont even know.

If you want to claim that the shit transmascs deal with is non-specific transphobia while specifying transmysoginy as something that blanketly does not apply to anyone except transfems than uhhh............. i do have some unfortunate information for you about the medical industry and how it treats transmascs. And how a lot of people veiw trans people as "just their assigned gender" even if they claim or act in support.

*if you wanna claim transmasc specific opression doesn't exist its a shit fuck rabbit hole and all i really want to say is like. obviously. It does. Fucking of course. Are you fucking stupid? This is why i hate all this to begin with. The "source" of that opression weather its out of a mysogonistic beliefe that ""womenhood"" must be protected or out of a belife that "men" are threatening etc is kinda down to the situation, and like most of trasnphobia, its a combo of both, in what ever ratio allows the most pain. The practical reality is that people get treated like shit by doctors and politicians. And like. Everyone.

I'm gennerally of the opinion that more terms is better, and if people feel like using tme/tma is helpful to decribe themself than cool. But like also... if you're working in that framwork than maybe think about why other people might make terms to describe their experiences. I guess I should too.

#transandrophobia #tme/tma #god fuck i hate binaries #why the fuck do we keep doing this #why am i even entertaining this #cause im drunk and full of shithead rage i guess #yeah #its eaisier to nitpick your neighbors and feel like you might help something #than to try to destroy the government in minecraft #im sayin this for both 'sides' #but also #this whole discussion i think really runs up into some nasty stuff around 'passing' #and idk if i can get into that now

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x04 | The Obliged

#Papa Bear 🐻💖 #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S9 #HELLO MY GORGEOUS OLD MAN #💕 fuzzy daddy 💕 #still want to rub his head like it's a crystal ball and i'm a cheap ass fortune teller at a county fair #look at his beautiful rectangle head #SANTA FACE #his open collar would a nice place to rest your face #im just sayin #just hang out there and have a think #steal his heat listen to that drawl in your ear #god i will truly never be over this look #when you put your hands on both sides of a cat's face and scratch? yeah #that face is the actual iron throne #i'll start the war to sit there ⚔

[northsalpha-archive]

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐋  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒.      [  𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓  /  𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.  ]

#its the fact they both roar for me - #all im sayin is #imagine them fighting side by side #in character. ⸻ edits. #i've watched you from beyond for centuries. ⸻ niklaus. #tw eye horror

[cafehyunji]

Video Phone | Abby Anderson

you sayin that you want me? So press record, I'll let you film me. On your video phone

content : smut, fingering, moaning, minor cussing, modern!abby

I recommend Minors do not interact !!

Knowing Abby, she would take late shifts at the fire department, being in the status of the hard working (and hot) fire fighter, leaving you home alone with your rampant thoughts of her and her “actions”, and today was one of those days. Rather than the usual fingering alone to just the thought of her while laying on her side of the bed you both lay in, listening to a playlist you made for times alone, you take another route. Recording it and sending it to her.

Abby gets a notification as she finishes up the last 30 of her shift, she swipes up pressing the notification with the contact name “Angel 🤍” with an attachment. She’s greeted with the view of you in a pair of lingerie she couldn’t recognize, quickly reaching in her pockets she ruffles around to find her headphones, pulling out the once white case now turned yellow from her hectic days of playing ‘the garden wife” in your backyard on her off days.

Taking out the small pieces inside and placed them in her ear. She looks around a bit not knowing if this could be the regular ask of how your outfit looks or something else, once she feels the coast is clear she starts the video. The phone is set up close enough, giving her a great view of your glistening folds in the dim room, lit by the thin cheap fairy lights you bought on a whim months ago. She cringed seeing them in your hands after telling you they were a fire risk days before they came, but she couldn’t disappoint her beautiful girl… could she?

Soft moans flowed through the small white pieces of plastic, making her feel as if she was in the room sitting and watching as you touched yourself for her. She loved how the dim small warm tinted lights hit your brown slick folds, listening to the sweet gush of her pretty pussy taking in your two digits with ease. From behind the screen, dear lord was she drooling and parched (and nearly having a waterfall between her thighs.) “I wish you were here…” you softly pant, speeding up your thrust. “I don’t feel right without you… but I’m so impatient.. fuck..” You huff, panting and throwing your head back in pleasure.

You softly whine, lifting your head to look at the phone watching yourself as you touch yourself thinking of Abby sitting, and watching at the edge of the bed telling you what to do. A few more pumps of your digits bring you a harsh feeling of relief, causing you to gush all over the newly washed fitted sheets you put on hours ago. you toss your head back onto the pillows, letting the video end on its own before getting up and sending the good parts to Abby.

©cafehyunji 2023

A/n: Long time no see... It's been a long ass time since I've posted something on here that wasn't a repost.. at least Im not treating y'all like my editing account... (I haven't posted there in like 6-7 months.. I'm treating it like the plague..)

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #the starting line #new beginnings #cafehyunji fics #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x you #its gonna be a good min before I post any time soon...

[msbyslilbimbo]

toji tickles you, bc he knows it’s punishment from him that you’re not used to :/

and he is. cruel. he’s so mean to you about it because it’s a punishment after all, but the way he hooks his thumbs under your arms to tickle you, or ruin your orgasms by scratching blunt nails under your knees is just too much sometimes. sometimes, when he’s eating you out, he lets his tongue roam up to your bellybutton, lapping there hungrily while you shriek and try your hardest not to push his head away or- god forbid- kick him away. if you’re good, he rolls his thumb over the swell of your clit vigorously to make you cum, conditioning you to love what he’s doing like a dumb dog. if you do kick or hit him, or he’s just not feeling nice, he gives you a flurry of raspberries on your tummy while nails skitter over your ribs until it doesn’t even arouse you anymore and all you can focus on is tickling fingers and them not stopping as overstimulation and panic floods your mind and between your legs as you weakly push his head away to no avail.

but today he’s just in a bad mood.

his texts are blunt and short, he’s not using any pet names or even any dirty talk, it’s like you’re talking to a stranger. you pout with every blah text, ultimately before you turn off your phone and ignore the buzzing from your boyfriend.

a few hours pass before toji finally comes home, teeth bared in a snarl as he stalks up to you. in a panic you stand up too, “toji…?”

“why the fuck did ya stop texting me?” he snaps.

a chill shrill’s through your spine, “i… felt like you didn’t want to talk-“

“of course i fuckin’ did,” he says, only to then grab you and hoist you over his shoulder, ignoring your pleads of forgiveness. “only fuckin’ thing gettin’ me through the day, and you have the nerve to ignore me?”

“toji!” you mewl. “please! be nice! im sorry!”

he scoffs as you finally cross the threshold into the bedroom, and he tosses you on the bed and crawls after you to climb. he uses two big hands to hold both of your wrists above your head, and he works himself between your legs, keeping you fairly immobile from the figure between your thighs. “the hell’s being nice ever gotten me?”

you whine as a massive hand comes square on your tummy and scrabbles over the quivering flesh, no build up or anticipation needed before he dives in and just starts tickling.

“n-no!” you choke.

“‘no,’” he mimics right back, voice pitched and face bored. “like hell im gonna listen to you.”

“why!” you wail. “i didn’t even do anythihihing!” your knees nail into his tailbone in an attempt to get away, and you arch your back upwards to try and get some slack in your arms, but all he does is adjust them tauter and flatter against the bed.

“maybe i just wanna be the bad guy, huh?” he grumbles. “maybe i just wanna be the big, mean, evil guy who tickles you because i want to, eh?”

he is mean. you’d been nothing but good and patient all day, keeping up chores and housework so when he comes home it’s pristine, and all he wants to do now is tickle you until you cry.

“i dohohont wanna be tickleddd!” you demand, and he merely gawfs at your audacity.

“hate to tell you princess, don’t fuckin’ care what you want.”

thick fingers pinch at the meat of your hips and dig ferociously into the sides of your tummy, only to skitter back up under your arms where you sob. The sensations are maddening, but the signals in your brain slip when, in your search for freedom, you pant a moan out when he’s hard, hard as a rock nuzzled against your pussy. the rutting sensation feeling so good, you keep going, laughter turning breathy as torment crosses into pleasure. your eyes cross as you twitch, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him closer, albeit your torso still fights him off.

he smirks, “i think you’re full of shit sayin’ you don’t want this.”

it’s a case of a good thing becoming a bad thing, as releases your hands to slip a beefy hand down to your shorts, where he toys with the fabric; one hand tickles under your arms, one working the hem to the side to tickle your sticky pussy lips.

“toji!” you yelp, trying to tighten your legs to get him out of there to no avail. he’s stuck between your legs, and there’s nothing you can do about it but laugh and laugh.

your hands shove at his big shoulders as best as you can, given the tickling under your arms, but you’re convulsing from the overstimulation, tickling being the only thing on your mind as you writhe and plead for him to have mercy.

there’s a heat brewing between your legs as you flail to get away, one that pleads you to stay for the idea of a soul wracking orgasm from him toying with you, the other desperate to get away from the tickles.

he licks his lips, “maybe that’s why I like doin’ this to ya so much,” he says, leaning down and worming his head between your arm and head to whisper in your hypersensitive ears.

“makes me horny watchin’ ya squirm.”

@highdefhoetry 🙈🙈🙈 im sorry this was goofy

#teehee #want toji to tickle the fuck out of me right meow #tickle kink #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x reader smut #toji fushiguro imagine #toji fushiguro jjk #toji #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x reader smut #toji imagine #toji jjk #jjk #jjk smut #jjk imagine #18+ content #minors dni #smut

[greenunoreversecard]

Plsss do another part to the fic ‘A koala and it’s tree’ the concept is so cool!!

a/n:I had at least half written and then my phone fucking deleted the draft I want to cry so hard I'm in mourning. Also sorry it Took me a minute to comr up eitheir a idea for the plot of it

Teaching a old Dog new tricks (task failed succesfully) ->Alastor x teen!platonic! Reader

(Pt.2 of a koala and its tree)

You sigh, dragging yourself along behind Alastor and Rosie. You don't understand much of what their saying, as their speaking like it's the early 20th century. Which, to be fair, they are from then.

But you could barely understand a word being said, due to missing ao much previous knowledge about slang and terms and shit. And you were so bored and

What if-

Oh ho ho! Bingo!

A wonderful idea indeed.

---

You sigh loudly, feet hurting from all the walking you've done today and plop down on the couch next to Angel Dust, and alastor sits on a arm chair across from the both of you. You smirk, setting your plan into action. You make sure your loud enough for Alastor to hear you.

" did you see that new video? No Cap I'm going to be for real it's lowkey giving try hard you know like? I'm just being real like I really don't vib3, like girls not giving main character.. and like, Miss ma'am you are not slaying you are not giving it is not the vibe like, twas not a glow up but a glow down. But it is kinda sus how she treated Kim like, big yikes. Not loving the energy. And That outfit did not understand the assignment. It was basic and it sent me"

Angel looks at you wide eyed for a moment, you nudge him and side eye Alastor hoping he gets the cue. He does.

"I for real was just thinking that, like bitch be deadass with me you did not leave your house like that. But that tea was piping hot and bussing. And the fact Jennie had no rizz? Bitch please, you acting all that and ended up capping, highkey a flop."

"THATS WHAT IM SAYIN BITCH LIKE-"

You glance at Alastor, who's wide eyed and with a strained smile. If you could guess it would probably be a mix between strange curiosity and slight horror.

"I- pardon?"

You smirk. Mission accomplished.

---

A week later you sat Alastor down, explained some simpler slang words and terms to him.

He didn't didn't to get it, bit when he told angel "Bitches be slaying, queen" you think he got some of it, but not the way he was supposed you.

You almost coughed a lung up from the amount of laughing you did, and vowed from thst day forward you were never going to correct his usage if it meant funny shit like this happened again.

#greeny's inbox #no beta read #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #Hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #teen!reader #alastor x reader platonic #reader insert #x reader #platonic #gender neutral reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x oc #hazbin hotel x male reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you

[kingofthe-egirls]

STRIPPER: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

part 1

@coocoocatchoo @shoyoist @bowsa-jr

(cw: parrot-parrot fruit reader, pole dancing, stripper!reader, kissing, sorta mean dom luffy for a sec, piv sex, creampie, “slut”, licking spunk off floor)

(a/n: im obsessed. parrot-parrot fruit for life)

words: 1.9k

****

Luffy sits on the edge of your bed, smiling delightedly. His hands are softly caressing your shins, as he kneels between your legs.

“So!” He chirps, squeezing your slightly stubbly shins. His eyebrows twitch up as he challenges you: “Parrot-Parrot fruit, hah?”

You nod sheepishly.

“Wings are pretty,” he says, stroking the blue-turquoise feathers. You’re a Zoan Type, Blue Macaw specifically.

You have daffodil-yellow feathers on the inside of your wings, sprouting from your shoulders blades and stretching out strong and wide from your back. The turquoise-blue feathers fade into an ombre to the tips of your long, velvety pinions.

Luffy kneels up, settling between your crisscrossed legs to drape his thighs over your lap.

His hands are soft and warm as he strokes his fingers through your feathers. It sends shivers through you, and a small whine escapes your plush lips as he preens you.

“S’nice…,” you whisper, fluttering eyes betraying just how nice it feels. You swallow, the lump in your throat giving way to desire. “Feels sexy,” you admit, smiling slightly.

Luffy’s voice is dry as he says, “Yeah? Sexy, hah…,” he assesses your feathers, eyes raking over the blue and sunlight wings.

“Y’know…,” he rasps, evil glint in his pirate’s eyes, “Every pirate needs a parrot, dontcha think?”

His fingers are still so soft as he strokes through your wings. His smile is six inches from yours, his lips hovering dangerously close.

“You should join my crew!”

You stare.

He’s serious.

You swallow, licking your lips as he assesses your face. And you assess him in return. His copper skin, his dark curls. His sparkly eyes that undid you the moment he asked for a lapdance back at the strip club.

“Yes.”

He smiles—wide as the sky—and clasps your face in his soft hands. He leans forward and pecks a kiss onto your nose. “So happy to hear that,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. “You can be my baby, sweetheart…if ya want.”

You nod eagerly.

“Yes, please.”

He snickers against your skin, nuzzling his scrunched-up nose into your cheek. He presses his face lightly to the side of yours, his eyelashes fluttering at your skin in sweet little butterfly kisses.

“Yer the prettiest parrot any pirate could ever ask for,” he praises you, his hands wrapping around your soft waist. He squeezes you, tightly.

“You’re the hottest pirate,” you say, arching an eyebrow as his confidence starts to rub off on you. You toss your head, dark hair flicked over your shoulder with chipped-polish acrylics. He smiles, thunking his head into your shoulder. He kisses your collarbone, sucking on your skin.

“Ya think so?”

“Mhmm,” you scratch his curls, “Hottest damn pirate in all the seas.”

He smiles against your skin, his thumbs stroking your ribcage.

“So happy ya said yes…,” he shivers against you, pressing his face into the swell of your breasts. He smooches the squishy, sensitive skin.

“Wouldn’t have dreamed of sayin’ no,” you confess, stroking his hair.

“Really?!” He lifts up, so excited.

“Really.”

He smiles even wider than before, squirming in excitement.

“Can’t wait ta bring ya back home with me…”

****

“I have a surprise for ya,” Captain Luffy whispers in your ear, his hands on your shoulders. He’d just introduced you to his crew, and now his friends had scattered back to their shiply duties. He scrapes his teeth against the shell of your ear.

“What is it?” You tilt your head, curious. His hands move to your waist, as he guides you toward his captain’s quarters.

****

He’s set you up a dance studio.

****

The floor is shiny, glossy wood. It’s in the below-deck space of the ship: storage unit no longer necessary. Since Luffy had Usopp clean out the space, they’d both helped set this studio up for you. There’s mirrors lining the far wall, with a glossy barre strung across it. There’s a shiny metal pole in the center of the space.

“Captain…,” you whisper, slowly approaching the center. Your hands skim over the silver metal, feeling its stability with just the exact amount of give you favor.

“It’s just Luffy,” he reminds you, coming up to skim the shiny metal himself. His fingers are so long, they almost wrap double around the pole. He smiles at you, excitedly waiting for your reaction.

You stare up at the ceiling, where the stripper pole is secured. It’s stable.

“This is perfect.”

Your voice is a hushed whisper, the enormity of this man’s kindness crushing to dust. Gold dust.

Luffy cheers!

“YES!!”

He bounces around, so happy, as he whoops and laughs and hollers. You can’t help but join in.

Some of the crew members eventually come down the stairs to see what’s wrong; Zoro’s the first to peak his head through the wooden door. He smirks.

“She likes it, hah?”

He stalks into the room, staring like a wild tiger as he watches you experimentally spin. Luffy is clapping and cheering you on, so brightly delighted that his first mate can’t help but laugh (softly under his breath). “She looks great,” he says, arms crossed as he scuffs his boot across the floor.

“Hey!” You say, from where you’re upside down and spread-eagled, “Don’t scuff the floor!!!”

“You heard her!” Luffy snickers as he claps Zoro’s chest. “She’s the crew’s entertainment! She’s our stripper,” his voice turns husky, staring at you as you slowly spin back down to the ground.

“Sanji’s gonna bleed out,” is all Zoro says as he appraises you.

“Oh!” Luffy shouts, suddenly inspired. “Oh yeah!! Nami said she could help ya too!!!” His captain’s command takes over as he bounds out of the room and above deck.

You stand at the barre, starting up a plié/relevé technique.

Zoro stares at you in the mirror.

Soon enough, Luffy is springing back into the room, with Nami and Usopp in tow. They’re sharing the weight of a shiny metal rack, like something you’d hang clothes on.

“This is where you can hang your costumes!”

He grins at you broadly, and a sound escapes you somewhere between a lustful growl and an excited squeal.

You bound forward, leaping into Luffy’s arms and nearly tackling him over in the process.

He laughs, loud and hearty, as he supports your weight. He smacks a kiss onto the top of your head, as his voice lowers. His crew mates filter out of the studio, sensing the shift in vulnerable intimacy.

“So…ya like it?”

You smash your lips against his, aggressively making out with him without a second’s hesitation. His lips are soft and his breaths are ragged.

Your pussy is aching.

“So fucking sexy,” I gasp, lips nibbling at his soft cupid’s bow. I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. “But…seems like we’re missing something,” I tease him, stroking his hair.

His hands are still supporting your thighs as your legs are wrapped around his waist. He holds you safely, securely. “What is that, my angel?” He asks softly, his nose nuzzling at you. You snort.

“We need a chair for you.”

His eyes light up like sin.

“Say less.”

He devours your lips again, his grip starting to bruise. He sinks slowly to the floor, laying you softly on your back. The door is locked.

“Sweetheart,” he moans as he licks up and down your throat. “Wantcha…so bad.”

“Mm~!” You croon, his weight and warmth pinning you to the floor.

“C-can I?” He asks desperately, sucking at your pulse point. “Can I make you mine, birdie?”

His nickname, his sweetness…

It melts you like honey.

“Sweetheart,” you squeak, stunned to bits by his seductiveness. It’s working wonders, for your pussy.

It’s aching.

“Please?”

He smirks, suddenly the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy.

Wanted posters don’t fucking do him justice.

He’s so much sexier in real life.

Luffy bites at your skin, skimming his hands up your ribs to softly cup your breasts. He squeezes them, kneading them gently through the lace of your bralette. His hips grind against yours, starting shallow thrusts as he dry humps your clothed cunt. “Take these off,” he whispers, plucking at your shorts. “And…,” he smirks, “I wanna see those wings.”

****

So now you’re straddling your captain’s hips, speed-demoning your way to a second orgasm. Luffy’s lips hardly ever leave your skin; his sounds cloud the room with echoing moans and affections.

“So sexy f’me,” he’s growling into your shoulder.

His hands roam over your feathers too, snickering as he fingers the soft down between thumb and forefinger. “Such a pretty birdie…such a sweet lil girl f’me, aren’t ya?”

His words sear like hot irons into your skin—setting you aflame with each honey-spiced syllable. His hips rocket up into you from below, gunpowder explosions happening beneath your core.

“Say it,” he grunts, slamming you down into his hips with brutal force.

“S-say—ah!—say what, Lu-uffyyy~?” your voice is a mess.

He snickers at your desperate pleas, slowing down ever so slightly. His cock is bruising your pussy, sticky and slick with your wetness and his own pre. He slows his strokes to hit it nice and deep, the slap of his balls against your ass nothing short of erotic. Explicit.

Pornographic.

He laughs, his head thunked back against the glossy wooden floor.

It smells like sex, in here.

“Say you’re m’pretty lil parrot, hm birdie?” His thumbs circles you clit, and you squeal.

“Ah—ah! Yes, Luuuffyy…m’your pretty little…parrot—,” you choke out, the aching in your core nigh on unbearable. The clit orgasm he’s slowly winding up inside you isn’t helping much, either.

Your voice is squeaky and high-pitched. Embarrassing.

He snickers, reaching up to gently caress your face. “Sweetheart…,” he says, staring at you with stars in his deep brown eyes. The studio’s lights send sparkles reflecting off them.

So not fair.

Luffy sits up, slowly gentling his pace. He’s sensual now: romantic and sweet. His touches are all with his fingertips or the backs of his knuckles, all skimming and slow.

He’s cradling you against his heart.

“Sweetheart,” he moans again, eyes fluttering shut as you start to roll your hips. His hands sink into the flesh of your ass, supporting you as you rise up and down. “M’so…close!”

His hands slow your movements, as he savors every second of his release. “Ah—ahhh!” His cries are orgasmic, spastic as he stutters his hips and spills his spend til you’re bursting at the seams.

It slips down between you, splattering against the hardwood slats.

“Clean it,” he rasps, lifting you off his cock. He snaps to the puddle of semen on the floor, “Slut.”

“Hah!”

You rasp, groaning as he commands you. Apparently, you don’t respond fast enough because he’s grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and shoving your head down into the steaming pool of his own spunk.

“Shit!” You hiss, your cheek smushed against the floor. He lets you tilt your head, so that you can clean it up with your tongue. He’s staring down at you with a snakelike glint in his chocolate eyes.

“Kiss it.”

Moaning, you start smooching the floor that still tastes like him.

“And don’t you dare wipe that up later,” he releases his hold on you so he can smirk as you sit up.

You swipe your forearm across your chin.

“Your spunk tastes like shit, Monkey.”

“Hah!” He laughs, scrunching his face as he scratches his head. He’s sheepish now, smiling and boyish. “Sorry bout that…”

(He wasn’t.)

****

#dumpster dive #fav #luffy smut #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece smut

[wimble-warcrime]

Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

#wimble writes #one piece scenario #killer x reader #kid x reader #one piece fluff #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid

[yuurei20]

Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: Cheka (pt3)

"'Perhaps realizing that he is being laughed at, Cheka looks around the room with a curious look.

‘Why’s everybody laughing? Are you Unca’s friends?’

The fearsome Leona, the boss of Savanaclaw, called ‘Unca’ so affectionately by a child like this.

Possibly emboldened by the laughter, Ace bursts out with ‘I can’t take it anymore!,’ speaking freely to Leona. ‘You bet, that’s us—Unca’s friends! Isn’t that right, Unca Leona?’

‘Knock it off…!’

In a panic Yuuya tries to call off Ace in response to Leona’s menacing growl, but none of them can restrain themselves now. Ace, Ruggie, Grim and Deuce all burst out laughing.

Jack bites down on his own lower lip, doing all he can to not join in.

Yuuya glances fearfully to his side to be met with the fierce look in Leona’s eyes.

‘You bastards. I’ll remember this…!’

In response to Leona’s terrifying expression, Yuuya feels a strange sense of relief, which surprises him. Faced with the rage that emanates from Leona, Yuuya realizes that he, himself, has been tense for quite some time.

For how long? And why?

Yuuya smiles without even realizing he does it, and Leona gives him a menacing look. ‘Even you—you’ve got some nerve.’

It is as though Leona may grab him by the collar and lift him into the air at any moment. Yuuya does his best to manage a neutral expression in an attempt to prove that it was not Leona that he was smiling about.

‘Unca Leona…ahaha—ow!’ Ruggie furrows his brows, chuckling all the while. ‘Uhg, laughing hurts.’

‘I’m going to make sure that not a single one of you can ever open your mouths again…!’

‘Hey now—please rest, both of you,’ Jack says, hurriedly pressing down against Leona’s shoulder as Leona attempts to push himself upright in bed.

It is not the kind of commotion that one would expect to walk in upon in an infirmary.

Soon, people identified as Cheka’s guards come to retrieve him, and Yuuya heaves a heavy sigh, sinking back into his bed."

(from the following scene ↓)

“They had to carry Leona to the nurse’s office an’ he was wreckin’ havoc, sayin’ 'I'm fine!’ the whole time.’

‘Oh…that sounds really scary. It might have been for the best that I was unconscious for it.’

Grim gives a deep sigh. It must have been quite a scene.

’They were wrappin’ 'im up in bandages an’ the whole time he was all mad about it, about bein’ treated like he was hurt. But just lookin’ at ‘im—anyone could tell he was, y’know? He wouldn’t listen to a thing anyone had to say, so in the end Vargas and them scolded ‘im and had to force ‘im to lie down.’

‘He was really that upset?’

‘Yeah. He was shoutin’ over an’ over that he’ll beat Malleus the next time. The guy never learns.’

'That’s good—' Yuuya says, and he suddenly realizes the source of his lingering unease. How quiet Leona had been--that's what had frightened him.

Once Leona had accepted his defeat, had abandoned the tournament, his calm demeanor had seemed to be on the verge of resignation. The sight of his blank expression had made Yuuya think that maybe he truly had given up on everything.

His eyes, so gentle, had been filled with loneliness.

His voice had held neither joy nor sadness.

Though Yuuya dislikes confrontation, Leona's silence had seemed to warn of a vulnerability that could lead to something even more terrifying.

With the banishing of that silence it seems Yuuya feels, quite simply, relieved.

Leona had been akin to a piece of art, listless and unmoving. Yuuya finds it strange to realize that he is more at ease with a Leona who shouts and contorts his face in rage."

#twst translations #twisted wonderland #twstnovel2 #Cheka Kingscholar

[ash-azzzz]

Rating Hazbin Hotel Ships

!!! THIS IS MY OPINION !!!

Huskerdust : 100/10 absolutely love. i rlly think angel could use someone who is good to him and for him. I rlly like the idea that they'll be super sweet and not rush into anything. I rlly hope husk has a part in freeing angel from vals control if that even happens later in the show!

radiohusk : -1000/10 i rlly dont like alastor ships (for more info on why read last post.) if its platonic then sure but romantic -or god forbin sexual- no.

radiodust : -1010/10 i like this one even less. we know alastor has no interes in anyone, let alone angel (as shown in episode one angel talks about filming him and al going at it as the hotel ad and al laughs and says it'll never happen)

radiostatic : -1,000,000/10 it would be so one sided like omgg. like vox obsessed with al and al being repulsed by him. that is a horrible relationship for voxs mental health.

radioapple : 0/10 could be worse. i get people like enemies to lovers but brah they arent lovers and never will be. like platonic divorsed dads for charlie is fine but people writing about/drawing them going at it like rabbits is just 😬🫣

adams apple : 4/10 not my fav but i can def see where people are coming from. Like in the fight when luci says "im gonna fuck you" he totally could have ment that as "i got both your wives and now i want you." if adam is even in season 2 (tries to get redemed after he died ends up in hell) i wouldnt be too horribly surprised if they end up having a fling or a possible relationship of some kind. still suprised but not too bad

appledust : 3/10 i like them platonically. like they gossip abt the guys/girls they like, talk shit abt val and alastor, vent to each other, cry together, laugh together, and try and get one another with who ever they want (i.e angel w/ husk and luci w/ whoever he might want so like adam if a fling does happen)

chaggie : 10/10 i LOVE them i just want them to have more flavor. i need their relationship to get fleshed out more. like we had one little fight and a sweet like 1 min song. I WANT MORE from the only lesbian couple in that damn show.

sir pen x cherri : 7/10 i love the dynamic despite how little of it we got in the show. like hes hopeless and she that bitch. i rlly hope cherri ends up trying to redeem herself to meet pen in heaven.

cherri x angel : 2/10 platonic is cool but romantic jusy doesnt seem right to me since angel is gay. i honestly dont know how i feel abt their friendship long term because cherri doesnt seem like too great of an influence on him.

adam x lute : 4/10 probably just one sided as fuck. like no way lute didnt have feelings for adam. he made her and she was his favorite ofc she was going to fall in love but i dont think he liked her back man.

lucifer x lilith : 2/10. all im sayin is they divorsed for a reason :/

LMK IF I MISSED ANY ^_^

#hazbin hotel husk #hazbinhotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #vivziepop #hazbin hotel edit #alistor #hazbin lute #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin ships #alastor the radio demon #radioapple #radiostatic #huskerdust #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute

[sabh0]

Is skk abusive? Other than the name calling and banter that I just don't take seriously, I've seen people say that Dazai is abusive since he planned for Chuuya to be tortured in stormbringer and didn't help because it would be boring, despite having the ability to do so. There's also the whole manipulating the sheep thing.

I've also seen people say that Chuuya is abusive because of how violent he is, how he punched Dazai to wake him up in Dead Apple and called him inhuman(? Ngl, I don't remember that part) and because Chuuya shot him more times than necessary in Meursault.

Personally, I struggle to see them as abusive r toxic, if only because of how much they trust and understand each other, and how they rile each other up for fun without letting it actually impact their relationship, but I may just be biased? What do you think?

Ok im just gonna say - dont take this post ad some 100% real wisdom or anything. It's just my personal opinion and it's definitely biased as well because of how much these two mean to me but yeah

I wouldn't call them abusive in relationship terms because all that banter and most of their fights are just, as u said it, unserious.

They're both fucked up a bit tho, so yeah there's definitely some toxic behaviours anyway.

Dazai manipulating Chuuya to join the sheep always made me real sad, but if you think about it more - Dazai knew The Sheep aren't any better for Chuuya. Plus if not like this, Mori would get Chuuya to join PM anyway in one way or another, since it was a plan from the beginning.

Dazai planned the whole 'helping Verlaine' thing to buy time so the PM forces could get ready to protect Mori and Chuuya later. That's mafia they're in - lives are not equal. Also Dazai wouldn't put Chuuya in danger he knew the other wouldn't be able to deal with. Either way, his whole yapping about wanting to see Chuuya being tortured is yet again that stupidly weird banter of theirs. After all, he's trying to find him and literally stop him from doing something he would regret. (Sab is trying to make some points but that still doesn't make whatever Dazai did something good. Just sayin. I just don't feel it's a black or white situation.)

I said it some time ago but lord, Chuuya is not abusive. Look, he knows when it's alright to fight Dazai and when he should stop himself not to hurt him. Even if they fight, he never does it seriously. Basement scene? He could've very well just punched Dazai without warning there. But instead he literally invited him to fight - and Dazai very much agreed to that sht with a smile on his lips. They're just very much not okay in the head on both sides. Later when Chuuya actually got angry, he himself threw his knife to the ground, which only shows he doesn't really have any intent of hurting Dazai seriously (In the manga. In the anime they changed it for whatever reason and he did strike him with the knife. But anime skk is just. Anime skk.).

That Dead Apple argument is so funny bc??? Chuuya was literally UNDER CORRUPTION AT THE TIME??? Corruption literally makes him lose control. He could kill a person with one touch. Instead??? Corruption Chuuya in dead apple somehow managed to hold himself back just enough not to actually hurt Dazai. Also, Dazai f knew he's gonna punch him anyway. I mean, bro kinda deserved it atp tbh /j

Cant really tell much about the shooting thing in Meursault - i stil have no f idea if these were even real, considering the fact Dazai is moving normally and there's no wounds/holes/blood visible on him or his clothes. These were probably just a play like the whole headshot thing?? (Tho dazai's scream and expression after that arm shot say otherwise),, really don't know, call it a better impression on Fyodor or Chuuya actually paying Dazai back for the other times

Ok so ,looks at all that sht i just wrote and tried to still excuse it somehow, I wouldn't call them abusive anyway just bc I've seen actual abusive relationships in real life and that's just uhh different in a way i cant really put my finger on,, there's some toxicity simply from the fact they're emotionally constipated and won't talk things thru like they should but,,, welp. Tbh i see most of their usual fighting as something unserious that both of em r okay with. Usually when they actually get into an argument about something it's because one actually got hurt by the other's words (for example that scene with Chuuya punching Dazai after he made jokes about Colonel's death). And they apologize without really apologizing, too (Dazai going to find Shibusawa and trying to take revenge on Colonel's death and later Chuuya going to rescue Dazai and saying to 'wait for him').

Unpopular opinion but i honestly feel that in the future they could very well form a normal, healthy relationship. They just really need to talk. Bickering and calling each other names for fun isn't imo really a form of abuse, when both sides know it's not meaning to hurt the other fr (if it was, then me and most of my friends would be fr abusing each other unfortunately) (and I don't feel abused even if we call each other names and say we hate each other, while watching cat reels together at the same time) (consider this some sibling-like stuff)

If nothing of whatever i just said makes sense, don't eat me please, it's just really hard for me to explain what i really think without being able to just talk for 5h straight while considering every ppint of view

#skk match each other's freak #and other ppl dont and that's why we keep having this conversation #sorry but you can't build a relationship with so much trust on abuse #LIKE AUGHH IDK IT'S NOT BLACK AND WHITE #there's so much to everything in their relationship it's really hard to answer 'yes or no' to this question #they're toxic but in a way that can easily be fixed #but i wouldn't say they're really abusive aughh idk #anyway i just googled 'is skk abusive' or smth to read some more opinions on the topic in case i missed smth #and immediately got a post sayjng #'yes skk is abusive. only dazai ship that is healthy is the one with odasaku' #and then i closed the page and thought to myself that maybe me being a bit biased isn't that bad #augh #sab q&a

[hannahlovesluca]

I just saw that cer cerulean existed

Imagine if ver has a s/o who calls cer "elsa-fied ver" or calls cer "hor" 4 shits and giggles

Itd be pretty funny lowkey

Ps if u dont know the hor thing its like ver=vertical and hor=horizontal

-K Anon

hi K anon! i thought this was a hilarious request so of course i had to do it.

Readers model will be based off of Arlecchino from GI (as per another req i have in my inbox currently.. LMAOO)

As of right now, you were having a battle with Ver on stream.

Both of you, hosting two different streams, were playing Suika to see who could get to 3000 points first.

“You know Ver, you could just get better… just sayin’.” You spit out, your models white and black hair moving along with your head every time you speak.

“Y/N, I didn’t want to have to do this,” he pauses dramatically, “but I have to whip out the big guns.”

He says before his stream goes black.

And you, having his stream opened on a monitor, stand confused.

What was this bastard planning?

And before you know it, Cer Cerulean had appeared on his stream.

The black and blue man grins into the camera evilly.

You bursted out laughing.

In fact, you laughed so hard, that you almost broke your mic.

Your model lay to the side, motionless, as you had fallen out of your gaming chair. And after regaining yourself, the only thing you could say was:

“Yeah, sure, okay Elsa.”

Uki Violeta [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: HABDKWIEOWK

Y/N toe nails: HAHAHAH LMAOO

Happy: ELSA?????

hannah: WHAT 😭😭

Chat continues to explode, Uki sending multiple messages including: “LMAO” “pls clip this” and “oh god im crying”

Ver just stands shocked, hasn’t said a single thing, hasn’t even moved his mouse to drop the orange that currently lie in his grasp in game.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. …….

After the streams had ended, you decided you needed to humiliate Ver once more.

In a matter of seconds, you pulled up the NIJI Discord Server.

Y/N L/N (simp): tty tmr elsa :)

Taro Twink: Y/N QUITTTT

Luca Kaneshiro: ?????

Ver Vermillion: stay out of it lucar

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #nijisanji en #ver vermillion

[triflesandparsnips]

I'm not seeing enough deep-dive nonsense about the new Good Omens season 2 poster drop on my dash, and by god that means I must be the one to deliver it.

For those who haven't seen it yet, behold:

...there's a lot in here to go a wee bit feral over, if one was so inclined, and lord knows I love an inclination.

The Obvious Stuff

1. There Was Only One Bed Chair

This is the bulk of the commentary I've seen, and tbh, it's pretty great. "I am bored/busy and ignoring you but also what is personal space, never heard of her, we will not be taking questions at this time."

Notably, however, this is the second time we've seen them back to back-- the majority of the poster art we saw for the first season had them side by side. In both cases they're in a position to face some third thing together-- the difference, perhaps, is that side by side might imply equality of situation, while back to back implies implicit trust that the other won't stab you there.

2. The bookshop

Aw, look at them. Look at it. What a glorious little mess. This is them in London. Arizaphale looks pleased with the situation; Crowley looks bored af but he's also squished up on that one dang chair, so there's a "cat sitting next to you because parallel play and mirroring are the Best Interactions" feel to it.

3. Tea and wine

Arizaphale's got a teacup, Crowley's got a wine glass, this is very Them and indicative of their Vibes. Tbh, I think this is just a nice bit of design work, but it's worth calling out.

4. The outside street

The shop across the way is using a Gothic and reads "GIVE ME" before being cut off. No clue what it means, but it probably means something.

5. The tagline

The previous tagline we got was "Something's going down in the Up" (with that grey feather falling between their black and white wings)-- this tagline reads "Everyday it's a-getting closer."

Easiest interpretation is, oho, we're getting closer to the second season, and gosh there will be some Plot in it. And sure, yes, it works for that too, huzzah. But leaving aside the "it" and what that may mean-- "a-getting" is a fascinating word choice. It evokes similar constructions like, say, the somewhat obscure "Sumer is icumen in" (a song about the changing of the seasons and also encouraging a cuckoo to go lay some eggs in other birds nests if u no wat im sayin eyyyyy)-- and the significantly less obscure protest song "The Times They Are A-Changin'", whose ending stanza is:

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'

Gosh.

Now the Real Fun Starts

This poster is a composite image (as so many ads are), composed of different bits and pieces to form a whole impression -- based on fun stuff like relative pixelation and whatnot, you can often tell what portions of an image were there to start with, and what were specifically added in after the fact. How packed this poster is in tiny details -- which is exactly where I would hide fun hints to things -- is generally a cue for me to take a closer look, and I have been, I think, rewarded.

1. The books with legible titles

Zoom in on Aziraphale's book-- he's reading Charles Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities. The "two cities" in play are Paris and London, and the book is set before and during the French Revolution.

It's the story of a man who had been previously imprisoned in the Bastille for 18 years, and then was released to go live with his daughter -- who he has never met, what with the whole "imprisoned" thing -- in London.

The opening paragraph is:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

The pile of books in the foreground have two visible titles: the topmost one is Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice (a "novel of manners" that's considered a heavy-hitting romantic classic, and also yes the leads are both prideful and prejudiced and it takes an entire book for them to clear that up) and Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island (a young adult coming-of-age adventure story about a kid who finds himself on an adventure with a bunch of pirates to discover buried treasure).

Of note: A Tale of Two Cities, Pride and Prejudice, and Treasure Island also all have note tabs sticking out of them, and are the only books that have them. This is reminiscent of how Arizaphale studied and referenced Agnes Nutter's prophecies.

Some of the books beneath the window technically have titles, but they appear to be about as pixelated as the rest of that section, and so I suspect they're just part of the scenery.

Similarly, most of the books on the background shelves are like that as well, except:

Joseph Heller's Catch-22 (A satirical novel set in World War II; Wikipedia briefly explains that "the novel examines the absurdity of war and military life through the experiences of Yossarian and his cohorts, who attempt to maintain their sanity while fulfilling their service requirements so that they may return home." The book also coined the phrase "catch-22," which is a situation someone can't escape because of paradoxical rules-- in the case of the book, you can't ask to be evaluated for insanity so that you can be exempt from flying dangerous missions, because "anyone who wants to get out of combat duty isn't really crazy.")

Iain Banks's The Crow Road (and a first edition, perhaps? I haven't read it, but apparently it's a Scottish family drama about a perfect murder against the backdrop of the 1990s Gulf War. Its opening line is "It was the day my grandmother exploded." The phrase "the crow road" is a euphemism, in the book, for death.)

Joseph Conrad's Lord Jim (Sparknotes says it's "the story of a man named Marlow's struggle to tell and to understand the life story of a man named Jim" -- a young man who goes to sea, makes a terrible and cowardly decision while following his leaders, and then spends the rest of his life haunted by it.)

There's at least one extra, partially obscured title:

It appears to read "THE BODY ------ and ------", which makes me wonder if it's an anthology of murder mystery short stories.

Leaving aside the uncertain book, commonalities between many of these books include:

soldiers, war, and the horrors/absurdities thereof

doubles and parallels

death and murder

a young/inexperienced protagonist thrown in with more experienced/weirder folk

fragmented and out of order narratives, sometimes having to be pieced together from multiple viewpoints

...pirates

2. The strange but noticeable inserts

There are several images that have been inserted into the poster that -- unlike the teacup and wine glass mentioned above -- don't seem to make a lot of contextual sense and are therefore, perhaps, extra information. These include:

a. the three lizard boys

b. the broken smartphone

c. the matchbox with the quote on the side

d. the camera

e. this statuette that seems suspicious

f. this record and scroll that seem out of place

g. the clockface with the missing hand (which may be just for the Aesthetic, but whatever, I'm including it)

What do they mean? No clue. I suspect it will become apparent as we get trailers and/or the actual show.

In Conclusion

Uh.

Look. Design teams can do all sorts of things for all sorts of reasons. All of this could mean absolutely nothing.

But.

Using my magical powers of bullshit deduction, I might look at all this, and that grey feather falling from the earlier poster, and say... well... the war's still ongoing, yeah? So maybe... maybe there needs to be a new angel keeping an eye on things on Earth. Or an eye specifically on Aziraphale and Crowley.

And that would look SUSPICIOUS, right? So this is an angel who's maybe... a little bit Fallen. For the sake of the Mission. Like, they've agreed to sin just a lil bit, just enough to justify being thrown out of Heaven, and they're not actively in Hell because they're, oh, just stopping off, or maybe just going really slowly, or maybe they were sent back up from Hell because they were still "too good" and all that Pureness of Spirit was stinking up the place--

Whatever. Point is, they're on Earth, they're very confused, it sure would be nice if these very Established metaphysical elders could give them a few hints about how to get on. We'd then get to enjoy a Guide to Living a Totally Normal Human Life given by these two disaster dorks, plus whatever nonsense is derived from, idk, various extraneous plot shenanigans, probably involving a Murder and maybe a MacGuffin Maltese Falcon.

And most importantly: this new angel? Wow no they couldn't possibly be a spy because again WOW, what kind of angel would deliberately Fall? Wouldn't that require doing the wrong thing to do a right thing? ...okay maybe, but can it really be wrong if it was done by command? ...well, wait, it surely must be wrong because otherwise the mechanism wouldn't have worked-- but then, wait, which thing was the wrong thing--

And Aziraphale and Crowley would watch this bouncing volley of cognitive dissonance with great interest, also possibly while holding hands.

#good omens #season 2 #good omens season 2 rampant speculation

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Other woman

Pt.2

"Hey you there?!I-I'm pregnant." You sniffle into the phone. Eyes red and swollen from crying since you came home from the doctors' appointment. The one person who held your heart. The father of your future child was dead silent on the other end making the pit of anxiety that was in your stomach grow bigger. It makes your mind drift as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

To think it all started with just a few words.

"Hey you lost?" You look up at the the dark haired male who's hand is on your shoulder. Shaking you out of your thoughts.

"No, I just came looking for my friend. You might know him. He's name is Atsumu Miya? I'm trying to surprise him but I can't seem to find him." You place the picnic basket down and crack your back and hands from the heavy basket.

"You just missed him. He left like 5 minutes ago." You could feel his eye roll even though his face remained stoic as he huffed barely for you to hear it.

"Are ya serious? Imma kill that 'samu. Always givin' me the wrong information." you storm off to the double doors and tap your foot with heat to it pressing your phone against your ear.

" 'samu? Imma kill ya when i see ya just so you know. What do ya mean what do i mean? 'tsumu isnt here! Ya said they would still be practicin'. Im breakin all yer windows. What? Hes there? Ok ill see ya in 5. Better keep yer lips shut tight so this surprise aint spoiled. And fuck no my accent aint slippin." you press the end bottom and take a few breathes in and our before making you way over to the fox like man.

"thank you i found him. You can keep the basket...?" You pause for a name while handing him the brown woven basket.

"Rintaro. Suna rintaro" he said as he takes the basket from you making you smile.

"well rintaro. Suna rintaro. I better be going before I miss him again. I hope we cross paths again." Letting out giggles as you scamper away leaving the brown haired boy craving your presence more.

And more is what you gave.

It started when he asked for your name and number when you came with Osamu to one of his games. Looking so pretty in your jeans hugging your curves and cropped shirt. Soon becoming an inside joke between you two that pressed the boundaries of friendship and turned it into one of lovers.

"you're so beautiful (y/n). I want to marry you one day." he makes this promise under the moonlight laying kisses om your hands and rubbing your knuckles so tenderly like you were only his. Only meant to fit this two person sized puzzle.

It was two months later you started feeling sick. Throwing up with your tummy cramping from here to here and feeling like you would pass out. You waited to see blood appear due to it possibly just being the chance of your first day period cramps. It never showed up and a week past the day it was scheduled to start it never did.

This made you rush to the hospital with your two best friends in tow. asking the doctor if you had some sort of zombie disease making you throw up everything you eat.  He takes some of your blood and urine to test.

It seemed like hours before the test were done.

"all im sayin' is why did he have to take both yer blood and piss. Hes either a vampire or he has a piss kink.maybe both" atsumu comes up with his conspiracy theory as he gets smacked in the back of the head by osamu.

"He aint got no damn piss kink and he aint a vampire. Yer the reason why (y/n) asked that stupid ass question about zombie diseases." He clicks his tongue before going back to holding your hand rubbing it to calm you down.

"Well 'smau. Ya never know?! They're some real sickos out there that wants to get ahold of someone like , (y/n)'s, piss." He rubs the back of his head, "speakin of piss where'd Suna piss off too?"

"He hasn't been picking up my calls. I know he goes M.i.a sometimes but I'd rather have him here then piss kink boy." You laugh snuggling into Osamu's side as he makes you scoot over so he could sit on the bed with you.

"Watch. He's gonna come in here talkin only about your blood and it'll show yer doctor does indeed have a piss kink." He turns his nose upward and hmphs.

"C'mon and cuddle me 'tsumu. I need my piss hair friend to cuddle me with comfort." Osamu joining with you in laughing as his twin begrudgingly comes over grumbling.

There's 3 knocks on the door before you announce that they may enters. The doctor with the clipboard and a packet of stapled paper with material that clued to her side.

"We did some test on your blood and you're urine and congratulations ms.(l/n) you are pregnant." It felt like time stopped. The twins could feel you tense up.Atsumu coughing up a storm after swallowing his saliva the wrong way but still trying to comfort you while Osamu listened to what else the doctor said, " this is a packet of information on pregnancy. It contains what can and cannot be eaten,Exercises that would help , and trimester information. Right now she is still in first trimester and needs to be very careful with things and stress for they could be harmful to the babies."

"what about a-abortion?" you look at her with watery eyes as she look at your dishevled apperance.

"that is an option ms.(l/n). Take your time and consider it over and if you still want to go through it. We will set up a date when you come back." The doctor hands over the document and leaves the room.

You wait until she leaves to turn into a sobbing mess leaving stains onto Astumu's shirt who pats your back.

"cmon now (y/n). Ya heard the doc crying ain't good for you or the baby." you sniffle and dry your face letting the disgusted face of Atsumu make you laugh quietly.

"Are you gonna tell suna? He is the father right?" samu asked getting swatted by his twin.

"of cours' hes the father you tryna say my best friend hussy?"

"no you idiot. Im sayin' suna aint always around so maybe she looked for other people."

"yer calling her a hussy dumbass."

"piss hair."

"yer onigiri sucks."

And thats how you end up calling suna 12 times since you came back home. Silently crying as each time it went to voicemail was a stab in the gut while the knife twisted. You gave up after the 12th one just laying next to your phone bawling your eyes out until 30 minutes pass and you recieved a call for suna.

"Suna? Hey you there?" you called into the phone but only met with silence, "h-hey you there? I-im pregnant suna. I don't know what to do im ao scared. Please come over." you cry into the phone breathe hitching as you are met with a feminine voice.

"What's your name?" you could hear the crack in the female voice.

"my name is (y/n). Are you suna's friend? I-is he there?" you ask scarily heart pumping with adrenaline waiting for her awnser and soon flatlining when she gave it.

"I'm his wife of 2 yrs." she says and you stutter out a sorry and cry to her that you didn't know he was married.

"It's ok ,love. It's not your fault I put all the blame on him. W-would you meet me later this week? So we both can get some closure." You could hear her tears fall making your heart clench as you tell her yes. She hung up as soon as you could hear Suna in the background.

Now you where curled up with a pillow. Sitting alone with the thoughts of you were the home wrecker. The mistress. The other woman in suna's

An// this is a reupload 🫡

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[ur1vr]

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hobie brown x fem! reader

tw/cw: angsty, character death (not sayin who), hobie cryinOMFG THIS HURTS TO TYPE, medium description of blood, suicidal thoughts, suicide, sad shit EVERYWHERE…I APOLOGIZE, mentions of sharp objects.

listen to so my darling-rachel chinouriri, or la lune- billie marten <3 (both fucking hurt🫡)

you’re tired. you tired of all these fucking canon events. They tire you so much. You cry in stress in your room every night, everything piles up onto you. Miguel and his harsh comments, your loved ones passing away, you failing school, your parents hating you, it just never stops. You just wish it could end, and you’ve tried. pills, the sharpened knife on your kitchen counter, trying to kill yourself in your bathtub, letting the cold water go up your nose and into your ears. you’ve tried, but nothing ever worked.

One night you thought of trying again. As you were getting up to leave your room a portal opened, but you didn’t even bother turning around. “you okay love?” the familiar voice echoed through your room. You nodded slowly, but you knew he wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. He steps in front of you, looking at you with concern and worry. “ya know you can talk to me, right? Im here if you need me.” you looked at him with glassy eyes, tears already falling. “hey hey hey whats going on love?” you tried your best to make words, despite your shaky voice. “hobie i cant- im so like..fucking tired. im tired of a-all this bullshit on me and im at my breaking point where i might just k-“ “do not say that.” hobie says sternly, but with care.

You slowly realize that his eyes are glassy too, making you break down. “we need you here, I need you here. I need you here more than anyone else on the team, m’kay?” he says while looking at you, tears threatening to spill. “Im sorry.” you say. “what are you sorry about? what do you mean?” hobies breathing slowly turning uneven. He doesn’t wanna know, but he feels like he does. Then it clicks. “oh my god no.” “nonononono” he frantically checks on you then he rolls up your sleeves. fuck. He looks at you with…an emotion you can’t decipher well, which is making you nauseous. “you said you stopped” at this point you were full on sobbing at his words. “why did you lie? i could’ve helped yo-“ you push him away for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean could’ve..?” hobie takes a deep breath. “I meant it as why didn’t you tell me while you we-“ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHILE??” your sadness turned into anger. “SO YOUR TELLING ME YOU CANT HELP ME ANYMO-“

“NO I CANT. I CANT HELP YOU. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ITS GOTTEN TO A POINT WHERE NOT EVEN A REGULAR PERSON LIKE ME CAN HELP. YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP, CANT YOU SEE? LOOK AT YOUR ARMS LOVE AND Y-YOUR-“ hobie staggers down a bit crying and heavily breathing. “hobie..please.” “hobie look at me, talk to me please.” Hobie puts his head in hands and your heart shatters to the floor. “cmere.” he suddenly says with a scratchy voice. You immediately go to him and hug him like never before, and he hugs back just as tightly, kissing the side of your head still crying. “Im so so s-sorry hobie..please forgive me.” You plead as if he would disappear at any moment.

*time skip🫡*

you and hobie are cuddled on your bed, but you can’t sleep. You stare at your ceiling, only thinking of him. The tears that welled in his eyes, the sadness in his voice, the guilt. It made you want to cry even harder, wondering why you could’ve just fucking stopped. You turn your head to look at him, tears streaming down your face. Hes sound asleep next to you, but you just wanna wonder what hes thinking of. Does he hate you now? It scrambled through your mind. and you thought of something again, but ended up whispering it. “im so sorry hobie, i cant do this, it wont stop at all.” you kiss his forehead tearfully and get up. you find a piece of paper laying at your desk, looking up, you see pictures and polaroids of you both smiling and laughing. A picture of your first date. The kiss at the firework show. You guys at the park. you sniff as you grab a pen and start scribbling down: “im so sorry hobes, i wish i could’ve stayed longer my love. Thank you for everything, i love you so much my little spider-punk.”

You slowly get up and place the paper where you were laying down. you look at your loving boyfriend one last time, before entering the kitchen. You end up finding the knife. “He tried hiding it…” you say quietly crying. You raise the knife to your wrist, targeting your vein roughly, and the rest went from a blur to pitch black. Hobie wakes up in the middle of the night and feels an empty space on the bed. He frantically jumps and looks around the room and finds the paper. He reads it, and tears start flowing like a waterfall down his face. He immediately stands up and yells your name, trying to find you around the house…and when he finds you, its heart breaking. He finds you unconscious on the cold floor, blood slightly seeping from your arm. “nonono please PLEASE.” He yells as he picks you up, lifting your head first. “look at me baby-look at me please, please love don’t die on me my love please” he says while sobbing, trying to find any sign of life in your face.

but he finds none.

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[lathalea]

Teaser Time: The White Raven ch6 is coming soon!

I would like to thank everyone who has supported me so far during my work on The White Raven fic, especially you, lovely people, yes, you who replied to my latest post about it. Your response was so overwhelmingly kind and really motivating 💕💕💕😭 Special thanks to @legolasbadass for being a great and extremely patient beta reader 💙

You gave me strength to continue writing this story and I have a little something for you...

✨💎 As a big THANK YOU 💎 ✨ I'd like to share a small snippet from Chapter 6 with you. Enjoy!

“He’s still breathing!”

“Thorin, wake up! Wake up, ye lazy bastard!” someone growled straight into his ear. “Damn it!”

“Dwalin, look, we stopped the bleeding.”

Those voices again. Pulling Thorin back into consciousness. Into the pain and emptiness.

“Let’s finish dressing his wound and then we’ll take ‘im to Oín,” the growling one said. 

“What’s that, Fili?” the young, familiar voice said.

“Where?”

“Over there, by that pointy rock on the other side of the river.” 

“Looks like a dead Warg to me,” the one very close to him rasped out. A pair of hands kept on doing something to his chest. It hurt. He wanted it to stop. 

“Too small for a Warg, Dwalin. It’s… by Mahal’s beard!”

“Where are you going, Fili? Wait for me!” The first voice sounded irritated.

A sound of hurried footsteps. Iron-heeled boots against ice. 

“Those two can’t sit in one place in peace if their life depended on…” the raspily-sounding one grunted. “I tell ya, Thorin, when ye’re better, we’ll send them on guard duty. First morning shift for a month. That’ll teach ‘em!”

Somehow, it made Thorin want to smile. But now, even smiling hurt.

“It’s a raven! So big! Look at its wings! Why are you staring, Fili?” the youthful voice reached his ears again.

“I think it’s… the White Raven.”

“What?! It’s just a fairy tale!”

“I’ve seen this raven before, Kili,” confidence rang in the second voice. “I think it followed us on the way to Erebor. It helped me fight off a Warg-rider in the Misties just before the eagles came.”

Thorin took a reluctant breath. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears. 

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good. There is so much blood… Is it dead, Fili?”

“Let me see… That’s a nasty wound.”

Thorin’s muscles tensed. He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to speak. But his body didn't want to obey.

And then he heard two gasps at the same time.

“What’s happening?”

“Do you see it too, Fili?”

“It’s… it’s magic!”

“No, it’s a shapeshifter!”

“Look! Look!”

“A woman?!”

Both voices intermingled in Thorin’s exhausted mind, making less and less sense. He needed to act. He needed to… He breathed in. The air smelled like snowdrops.

“Thorin! Ye’re back! And here I was thinkin’…” A tattooed forehead and a bushy moustache appeared before his eyes. “Stop squeezing my hand so hard!”

“Carra…” Thorin managed to rasp out. He could barely keep his eyes open.

“What are ye sayin’?” Dwalin demanded.

“Help…. her…” He tried again. “She is…”

“What? I can barely hear ye.” The last wisps of strength were leaving him. He could feel the darkness beckoning to him once again.

“Yasthûnê…” Thorin articulated slowly. “My… wife.”

The full chapter is going to drop in the beginning of next week, Thorin and Carra can't wait to share their tale with you 💙

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